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hisokakissmeplz · 1 year

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Illumi's Wife pt2

ok so I wrote two of these for fun mostly and I had so many ideas and I hope everyone likes them Um warnings: nsfw so mdni, creampie, Illumi has a breeding kink duh, hisoka and Illumi are warnings in themselves so idk that's it ig

Hisoka first bc he's my favorite<3

It was Valentine's day. (Bare with me here plz)

Since you and Illumi had not been married long, this would be your very first Valentine's day with him.

Would.

If he had bothered to take the time to spend with you instead of going off on some mission.

That wasn't what made you mad, though. You were aware his job was demanding and would require him to miss things as you worked the same profession. However, he had all the opportunity to tell you instead of waiting till the very last minute after you set everything up to tell you he was already there.

'He didn't even say goodbye', You thought.

You wanted this to be special, instead you sat there on your kitchen counter eating the chocolate strawberries you had made for the two of you.

You played with the lacy outfit you were wearing, the hem of it was decorated nicely with diamonds and white lace.

You and Illumi had agreed upon waiting till marriage to do anything intimate, your wedding night was the first and only night you two had done anything, so you thought now that you were married you would surprise him and celebrate today together.

'No point in any of this now' you sighed to yourself.

After all the preparation you did too. Rose petals on the bed and through the hallway, chocolate covered strawberries, candle lighting, your hair all done up nice and the sexy red lingerie you had picked out just for this.

Just as you were about to give in to your disappointment there was a knock at the door.

You jumped up in surprise and hope. 'it must be Illumi, he was just trying to surprise me.'

But it wasn't Illumi.

It was Hisoka.

His hair was down and he adorned light eyeliner in contrast to his normal look. He was wearing a white dress shirt now with diamond earrings dangling from either side of his face. The top three or four buttons of his dress shirt were unbutton giving you a nice view if his chest even though you could practically see the red of it through his shirt.

"May I come in?" He looked you up and down while leaning on the doorframe.

"If you must." You replied huffing in disappointment.

"You look rather ravishing, my lady." He comments smugly while shutting the door behind him.

It dawned on you now that you had answered the door in your rather revealing lingerie in your desperate hope your husband would be on the other side. You gasped and covered yourself quickly throwing on you silky red house coat in an attempt.

It was rather useless, though. Hisoka could still see the lacy guarders wrapped around your thighs and the red thigh high stockings you were wearing.

"Why are you here, Hisoka?" You voice was stern and part of him couldn't help but almost buck at your words and harsh tone.

"Why, can't a man check on his favorite little wife while she's all alone?" He brought out a fake whimpering tone to emphasize fake somber.

You couldn't help but wonder what he sounded like we he was whimpering under you.

"Well if that's all you're here for then, I'm fine. Now you can leave."

"Aw, not so fast," he sauntered over to you. "I brought you a gift."

" I really can't except anything from you, you should give it to someone else."

"No, I bought it for you." He walked closer to you causing you to self-consciously take steps back the closer he got.

"I figured I might as well pick something up for you," closer.

"While I was in town," closer.

"Picking out your gift from Illumi." Closer.

Your back hit the wall but he didn't stop.

"You could at least except the one from him, right?" His breath fanned across your face and you were sure he could feel how fast your heart was beating from how close he was.

"I suppose." Your voice sounded weak and you almost didn't recognize the sound.

"Wonderful." He grinned and stepped back, only enough to draw out a small gift box from his pocket.

He placed it in your hands, purposefully grazing his fingers over your hand.

You opened the lid of the box, inside was a beautiful bright necklace with a shiny pink diamond pendant (or your favorite color diamond pendant)

"It's beautiful, I love it." You smiled and leaned towards Hisoka unknowingly.

You were looking up at him with genuine joy at something he picked out, the look in your eyes and the way your boobs slightly bounced at your movements was enough to distract him from what you were saying.

"Thank you Hisoka, it was quite sweet of you to pick this up for me."

"Ah well," he chuckled redirecting his attention back to your conversation. "Only the finest for such a fine lady."

He took a step closer now as his eyes met yours in a longing stare.

You stayed like that, who knows how long staring into each other's eyes before,

You really didn't know what got into you, maybe his looks or maybe his soothing voice and sultry eyes, but whatever it was it took control of your whole body.

You leaned forward and up, closing your eyes slowly and meeting his lips with yours.

He was startled at first, you could tell from his lack of movement and the gasp of air that came out of his mouth before he settled and kissed you back.

You knew this was wrong, kissing your husband's partner while he was away? Really what has gotten into you truly?

Hisoka tasted of strawberries and bubblegum, unsurprisingly. His lips moved in sync with yours finding a nice rhythm before he started to take control.

His hands moved from his sides to yours, caressing the silk wrapped around you.

"My god baby," he breathed out between kissing, "if I would have known you wanted me this bad I would have done something much sooner."

"Shut up." You practically whined into the kiss.

You could feel him smirk into the kiss as he cupped your waist with his big hands tighter.

He pushed further into the kiss, sliding his tongue out to lick your lips.

You groaned and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue into your mouth and atse every bit of you he could.

You of course fought for dominance, not wanting to give in to him and let him be in control so easily.

Quickly everything became slobbery and wet and your were moth moaning into each other's mouths.

"Hiso," you moaned breathlessly.

"I love the way you say my name." He groaned pushing one of your legs up against the wall so he could grind against you. "Say it again."

"Hisoka." You whines while he began slipping your housecoat off your shoulders and kissing down your neck. "Hisoka, please."

"So obedient." He grinned against your skin.

"Not here." You barely got out the words as you pointed towards the stairs, gesturing for your shared bedroom.

God, you couldn't even think about anyone else while his mouth was sucking on your neck and his arms held you flushed against his body carrying you away without stopping.

He set you on the kitchen and quickly removed your silk housecoat before you could even object.

"So pretty." He whined, biting the skin on your left shoulder. "Mine now."

You pushed back, grabbing hold of his pants and pulling them off.

You stood up trying to take control back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling him closer by the collar.

After you had rid him of his pants and shirt you flipped the position, shoving him onto the the counter.

"Sit."

"So bossy~" He cooed.

You began sucking on his jaw and biting the spot on his neck you knew made Illumi almost cry out the one time you two did it.

It must have worked because as soon as you did and grabbed hold of your hips and slammed your hips into his.

You could feel how hard his dick was by the way it was poking into your thigh each time he bucked his hips into you.

You kissed down his neck, to his collarbones down to his chest and all the way down to his v-line. You left deep purple marks all over his body paying extra attention to his nipples and the spot where his hips connected to his torso.

It drove him insane everytime you flicked your tongue over his nipple and bit at the underside of his pec. He couldn't take much more of this.

You pulled at his boxers, giving his length enough room to spring out causing him to moan at the feeling.

Slowly you pumped at his erection, gradually picking up the speed.

"Fuck, baby." He hissed and you could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the counter.

You continued pumping his dick and spat into your hands, something Illumi has told you to do your first time.

You leaned down lowering yourself to your knees, giving his dick a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around the head.

Before your mouth had connected him you had thought to yourself,

' What a perfect way to tease him, after all the teasing he's done to me.'

Your eyes flashed up to his watching as his face contoured in shock when you pulled away stopping all the pleasure you were giving him.

"Damn it, you little bitch." His words were harsh but the tone in his voice and the look on his eyes gave away how much he actually enjoyed your teasing.

Shoving you away only to grab hold of your jaw and force you to look up at him.

He huffed out. "Did you really think you'd get away with that?"

Squeezed your jaw open and thrusted into your mouth fast, moaning loudly when his tip hit the back of your throat.

You gagged around him. He was much bigger than Illumi and harsher too.

His hand tangled itself in your hair and guided you up and down on his dick.

Your eyes remained locked on his watching the way his face contoured in pleasure with each thrust into your mouth.

His grip in your hair eventually loosened and his thrust became sloppier.

"I'm, I'm gonna," his breathing was loud and sound shaky. "Fuck."

You could tell by the way he twitched against your tongue he was close.

"May I come down your throat?"

His voice was sweet and thick, almost suffocating. You nodded the best you could.

Flicking a vein on the underside of his dick with your tongue proved to be his downfall as he came undone into your mouth.

He slid out and you opened your mouth showing him all the come in your mouth before swallowing and opening to show him it all gone.

"Good girl, you did so well." His words made your knees shake.

He took your hands in his and helped you stand up.

He turned you around with your back against the ledge of the counter and lifted you up where you were sitting on the counter top.

"So good." You huffed while he abused the side of your neck with his mouth, no doubt leaving hickeys over the already bruised skin.

His hands ran all down your body shedding you of your outfit, despite how much he loved seeing you in it.

"Might I repay the favor?" Hisoka asked, his mouth peppering kisses all down your stomach to your thighs.

"Yes please!" You couldn't even recognize your own voice through all the desperation in your voice.

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His face dived in-between your legs so fast it almost knocked the wind out of you. His nose bumped your clit as he licked a long stripe up your inner labia.

He sucked on your clit as his fingers danced across your folds. You cried out at his minstrations

Slowly he slipped a finger into you and you noticed his nails were clipped.

"What happened to your, oh, sharp nail-ls?"

"They're still sharp on the other hand." His eyes were dark staring up at you as he stopped sucking on your cunt to speak. "would you prefer I switch?"

"N-no I, I don't mind them s-short." You continued to whine and decided against speaking much more.

"Hisoka!" He thrusted his tongue into your sopping cunt and you hand immediately flew to his hair.

He only hummed against you in response, your stomach tightened and your toes curled.

"Hiso, I think I'm, I'm gonna," you couldn't get the words out before your legs involuntarily wrapped around his head and your head flew back at your orgasm.

That's what Hisoka was talking about.

Illumi had never made you feel like this. Sure being with Illumi was nice and you had willingly married him, this was what you were missing.

"Hisoka, I'm sorry I-" your breathing was erratic as Hisoka stood up from between your legs when you remembered you had almost suffocated him with your thighs.

"Don't be," He smiled licking the rest of your juices from his fingers. "I quite enjoyed that, especially since you couldn't control yourself."

Your face flushed red and you looked away.

"Love, you're so pretty when you get embarrassed." He cooed whispering into your ear. "Please, look at me."

Something about the way he almost whimpered 'please' drove you insane and you clenched around nothing.

"Hisoka?" He looked up at you with his hands resting on either side of you on the counter top. "Please fuck me."

His eyes widened momentarily at your boldness before his signature smirk returned and he positioned himself in-between your legs correctly.

"Who am I to deny such a sweet request?" He purred slamming into you, his tip kissing your cervix.

"Hisoka!"

"Yes?" His remained still allowing you to adjust before moving.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands found his shoulders, digging your nails into them and leaving red marks.

He waited patiently, no matter how much he wanted to move, before you nodded and he slowly pulled out to the tip.

He slammed his dick back into you before setting a delicious mix between deep, slow and fast, rough thrusts.

While he was thrusting into you he reached over behind you and grabbed something.

It was a chocolate strawberry from earlier, you watched as he licked it while continuing stuttering his hips into yours.

"Such a good little wife aren't you, making sweets and prettying yourself up just for him." He sped his hips up and you could feel his dick kiss your cervix. "Too bad he'll never get to see you like this again. Open wide love."

Before you could respond he shoved the strawberry into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your arms wrapped around Hisoka's neck, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me?" You pleaded, barely getting the words out through moans and grunts.

"Anything for you." He whined continuing to thrust into you.

That was all you needed to come entirely undone. Your eyes rolled back into your head and and your nails raked through Hisoka's back as you came.

Your walls clenched around set off his own release as he continued fucking into you and whining your name.

"Can I, come in, you?" His voice was shaking as he barely got the words out.

You nodded violently, still coming down from your high.

you sighed, your chest heaving and you head still spinning.

"Hisoka, so good." You muttered meekly.

"Yeah, but I'm far from down with you, love."

Hisoka could have me any way he wants tbh.

anyway next is Illumi. This might be a little repetitive if you read the Hisoka one but bare with me.

It was Valentine's day. (Again lol)

You and Illumi had made plans to spend it together as this was your first Valentine's as a married couple.

of course, he got called in for a job though. You knew his job as an assassin was extremely demanding, as you worked the same profession.

Still you got lonely on nights like these, sitting in his tee shirt with your lingerie underneath. You had picked out green lingerie (his favorite color obvs) just for him and now he wouldn't even get to see you in it tonight.

Yet, no one was more upset about missing tonight then Illumi.

"No I totally get it." Hisoka spoke through the phone and his voice flowed through Illumi's head. "I'd be mad too if I had to leave my hot wife alone on valentine's day for some job."

Hisoka was on obviously just trying to piss him off now.

"Say, if you'd like I could go check on her." Illumi didn't need to be face to face Hisoka to know he was wearing that signature smirk, he could hear it through the phone.

"That won't be necessary, I have a plan already." Illumi could already see your smile and was so ready to feel your arms wrap around him. "Although I might need your help a bit."

"Oh please do tell."

Meanwhile you sat watching TV and eating the chocolate strawberries you had made earlier for you and Illumi.

There was a knock at the door and you debated ignoring it.

'who could be knocking this late?'

Deciding whoever it was, must have a good reason for knocking so late you answered.

Boy were you glad too. There stood Illumi all dolled up just for you.

"I thought you had work?" You queried.

"Don't worry, it's being taken care if."

Boy what Illumi wouldn't pay to see the look on Chrollo's face when Hisoka struts in instead of him.

Illumi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "I really like it when you wear my clothes."

"Oh yeah?" You sighed looking down at your attire.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head before leaning down (or up if you're tall) to kiss your lips.

It wasn't long before Illumi had you bent over the kitchen counter whining out his name.

"Lumi, Lumi too, much. Please!"

"Please what dear? Use your words." His voice was stern but you could hear the raspy whine from where he was close.

"Please, slow down." You were so close.

He only sped up, he knew you were close and knew how to please you while you were under him screaming.

You pulled his long hair, his chest meeting your back as he continued to slam you against the counter.

"fuck, more please!" You screamed, glad you didn't have to worry about neighbors considering where you live.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Illumi's hands caressed all down you sides, delicate fingers digging into your flesh. "Wanna fill you up with my babies."

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily and you whined when his dick poked into your cervix.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, dirty girl"

"Yes Illu, please I want your babies!"

He grabbed your waist and shoved himself as deep as he could, sure to leave bruises and came deep inside of you.

"Maybe that'll keep Hisoka away from you, huh?"

You were speechless, panting and still bent over the kitchen counter.

Illumi leaned over and kissed you lovingly.

Omg sorry that was so short I just kinda wanna hurry up and finish this

#hisoka #hisoka hcs #hisoka hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka x reader #hisoka morow #hisoka hxh #hisoka imagine #hisoka x you #illumi zoldyck #illumi smut #illumi headcanons #illumi hunter x hunter #Illumi and Hisoka smut #hunter x hunter #I'm so delusional bro

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eggtartz · 1 year

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hi!! may i please request the toman founders (together) celebrating the reader's birthday?

a/n : sorry for the delay anon my health has been declining recently :( this might be a little short because my eyes are burning but anyway thank you for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

masterlist

: manga ending spoilers, a bit of angst, mentions of neglect but overall a lot of fluff

"y/n? hey y/n wake up.." you felt your body was shake as you awaken from your nap. it's at least noon and you had a meeting at dawn so you decided to take a quick nap at the shrine. you saw baji looking down at you as well as haru.

"it's getting warmer y/n you should nap inside" haru said while helping you to get up. "oh it does feel a bit warm.." you mumbled.

"c'mon sleepyhead" baji lifted your limp body on his back and you dozed off again. you didn't had much sleep last night due to your insomnia so you tend to lack energy and sleep at random times. "okay there you go, we'll wake you up when the meeting starts okay?"

"mmh thankyou baji san"

"okay we need to do the plan like right now, she's knocked out" kazutora said hurriedly while tapping his fingers on the table. "mitsuya has the division members been informed about our plan?" draken asked the purple haired boy. "yeah, they're on standby. they've been very excited actually" mitsuya said. the toman founders thought it would be nice to have a small birthday party for you. it does happen once a year so the members saw no harm in it, besides the other division members seem content with their decision and is on board with the plan.

"okay so this evening we'll take the cake out then kazutora and baji would bring the cake at the meeting and lights out then we sing the song for her. pretty simple right?"

"but kenchin why can't i bring the cake?!"

"because you're the president mikey, you need to start the meeting"

"oh wait you're right" mikey snickered while stuffing his face with dorayaki while the others had ice cream. they hoped nothing would go wrong, nothing would right?

the evening came rather quickly as you stretched your body and twisted your body in multiple directions to crack them. rubbing your eyes, you went to the shrine and saw pahchin and pehyan there. "oh good morning pah, peh."

"good morning y/n chan! did you have a good sleep?"

"yes i did, feels so fresh too. say is the meeting long because my stomach is growling" you held your belly.

"i don't think so" pahchin said then walked away with peh when some members called the two. you sat down on someone's motorcycle and lifted your leg. "hey y/n chan want some candy?"

"yeah sure"

"here y/n chan you look thirsty"

"oh thankyou"

"y/n chan you like chocolates right? here!"

"that's so nice of you!" now, don't get you wrong everyone in toman was so nice they felt like family. however this atmosphere felt off and everyone was acting a little bit too nice. you hopped off the motorcycle to ask what's up with everyone when mikey and the division captains pulled up and made their entrance.

"president!" everyone bowed, as you too. after settling down, mikey was standing in front with takemichi and draken behind him. "now! we have gathered here today to uh hear me talk about my day yes! so my day was really shitty so i wanted to drop out from school! how about that?"

you were confused, mikey always has been complaining about school in meetings but never in big meetings like these. these kind of meetings usually means he's announcing toman is going to fight another gang or something. this was the last thing you expected. you glanced at your surroundings to share a confused look with someone only for them to avoid your eye contact.

huh, strange.

"where the hell is keisuke? my story doesn't make sense anymore!" mikey whispered to draken, gestured takemichi to take over instead. "u-uh yes i say uh we all drop out from school? but that would be risky for our on future right so.." takemichi prolonged his tone and nervously looked around.

"damn it, kazutora where are you?!" haru yelled in a whisper at the phone he was clutching while kisaki fumbled with his uniform. "patience haruchiyo, we're just a bit late"

"a bit?! the guys over here are telling fairy tales so she won't notice! hurry up"

"we're almost there haru, just wait there with kisaki!" baji yelled from the other side when the phone went dead. kisaki kept extending his neck to look for baji's motorcycle but after five minutes, he finally saw the two of them. "shit be careful with the cake, where's the light?"

"it's here in my pocket, now kisaki go turn off the lights"

"we all ready right? okay so three, two, one!" the lights that was centered at the shrine went completely off making you shriek in surprise. you accidentally hugged the arms of the person beside you but let his arm go instantly. "oh sorry"

"no worried y/n chan, you can hold on them if you're scared" he teased and you landed a slap on his arm. suddenly there was spotlight and it was directed at you, the sudden light made your eyes blind so you squinted a few times to adjust your vision. then,

"happy birthday to you.."

"happy birthday to you"

"happy birthday dear y/n"

"happy birthday to you!" you heard the members sang while approaching you with a white cake which was written 'happy birthday y/n!'. mitsuya was holding the cake as well as the founders who stood behind him who wore birthday hats too. when the singing ended mitsuya was standing in front of you and smiling so sweetly.

"make a wish y/n chan" your captain said. you did a little wish and blew out the candles which resulted in a ear deafening celebration from the members.

"yay cake!"

"that's for her mikey"

"but i wanna eat it.."

"you just had cupcake this morning" you stood there and watched every member blossomed a smile and congratulated you. you didn't even remember it was your birthday, your family has been neglecting your mere presence for a long time so you've grew up not remembering such an event like your birthday. hakkai was the one who noticed your birthday was near and suggested to mitsuya for them to have a small celebration.

never have you thought that they actually cared so much about you, going to the lengths of calling huge meetings so everyone could be there. you lowered your head to hide your sobs but mitsuya catched them. "it's okay y/n, we're here for you. so just leave it to us yes?" he assured you sweetly while lending you a piece of cake on a paper plate.

the toman members had a nice day that dawn, the celebration ended up late at night but you were so happy. more than happy. and you couldn't be more grateful.

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kitsunefox1108 · 1 year

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Henlo! first of all, let me tell you that i love your writings sooooo much! second, i wonder if may i please request something? you see, soon it will be my birthday, so, i'd like to request a Vergil x reader (Female, if that's okay) nsfw with him celebrating reader's birthday in a... dirty way. i apologize if this bothers you in any way, hope everything is fine! thank you and have a nice day! 😊💞

Happy upcoming or past birthday!

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Today was your birthday, and you were more than happy. You had such wonderful friends and part-time colleagues as Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero, and your boyfriend Vergil.

You woke up in a good mood, after which, combing your hair and changing clothes, you went to the kitchen.

Having entered there, you decided to pour yourself some tea, when suddenly, someone's arms wrap around you in the waist area, and press you to yourself.

- good morning darling. -whispered a charming voice, after which the man kissed your neck.

Good morning to you too, my dear. - you answer, giggling, and tilting your head on Vergil's shoulder.

- happy Birthday to You. Everyone prepared for your birthday and bought gifts.

- even Dante?

- Even Dante.

You turned to Vergil, after removing your head from his shoulder, and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. However, the man pulled you into a kiss on the lips. Sweet, tender kiss.

He did not want to leave your lips so much that these kisses turned into passionate and long ones, while Vergil stroked your thighs in the meantime.

You realized so quickly that you had become so needy that you clung to your love tighter, trying to cuddle up to his groin, hint to him without words that you are in need ....

And he understands this hint.

"Looks like you need a special gift, doesn't it?" - The last thing you heard before you were thrown on the table.

Vergil was stretching out your and his pleasure. You always woke up with him before everyone else, because of which the chance that now someone will interfere with you was no more than 30%. What did you use.

He caressed your body, your thighs, your breasts, massaging them and sucking on your nipples. While he was doing this, he thought for a moment that you might have children in the future .. yes, he has a son, however, what could prevent him from correcting his mistake in terms of education, and going through it all over again?

He caressed your pussy, sucked your clit to give you intense orgasms, and let you nibble on his collarbones and neck during kissing sessions while he thrust his cock into you.

#vergil x reader #vergil dmc x reader #dmc x reader #devil may cry x reader

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1082: Bunny. (Persona 5 X SSBU)

Easter.

For some, it's a celebration to Christianity, to others, it's a holiday dedicated to a bunny who has traveled far and wide to place it's eggs to various hiding spots for children to go out of their way to search for them, hoping for any candy or chocolates hidden inside each one. But for Shiho Suzui however,, it would unfortunately be a constant reminder of the trauma she had to endure in the past, the former gym teacher who had given her emotional, physical pain to begin with, and.... a bunny suit of some kind.

It's been a while since the day she nearly took her life away and while it started out slow, the road to recovery has gotten a smoother as of late thanks to frequent therapy sessions and the love and support she receives from her family, friends, and Ann Takamaki, the girl she grew up with since childhood and has gradually fell in love with her ever since.

But even in her better days, the repressed memories of Suguru Kamoshida and all the pain and torment he had given her in the past would always find some way to rear it's ugly head through her psyche, eating her up inside until it would eventually make her self-destruct.

Now, here she is: sitting in the Smash Mansion's dining halls, contemplating on her past trauma while everyone else is having a good time celebrating the holiday among themselves

....iho.....

Was coming here really a mistake? Wouldn't been better if she stayed back at the apartment instead?

Shiho

Sure, being coped up alone in there would suck....

Shihoooo.....

And it definately wouldn't demolished any negative memories she's currently thinking about, but-

Shiho!

Shiho: Huh!? (Eyes Widened as Sge Comes Back to Reality and Sees Lucas Staring at Her) Oh, Lucas? What brings you in here? Wasn't your Egg Hunt Challenge supposed to start by now?

Lucas: It was, but Uncle Dedede and Mr. Escargoon hasn't finished setting up the hiding spots for the eggs yet, so we have to wait for another minute or two. (Frowns a Bit Worryingly) You started spacing out again. (Grabs his Chin) A few seconds longer than you originally did this morning actually.....

Shiho: ('Sigh') Tell me about it....(Quickly Puts on a Sheepish yet Reassuring Smile as She Sees Her Sunflower's Frown Starts to Deepends) B-But really, Lucas, it's nothing! I'm sure I'll be able to get over whatever I'm thinking about in no time.

Lucas: Well, okay, but....(Gives Shiho a Big Hug) I-I'll always be here to talk to if you feel lonely, okay!?

Shiho: (Giggles Softly) I know you will, sweetie. (Hugs Lucas Back) And I couldn't be anymore happier~ But I'm not entirely alone. I have your Big Sis Ann with me!.....Wherever she is.

Lucas noticed Ann sneaking around behind them and quietly ask him to keep quiet before nodding to the command and turns back to Shiho.

Lucas: Uh....Yeah! I....wonder where Big Sis Ann has gone too!...

Shiho: She's probably at the bathroom again. (Whispers into Lucas' Ears) We both know how long she takes her sweet time in there....

Lucas giggles softly to harmless jab to Ann's dispense until the up and coming model herself covers her girlfriend's eyes

???: Gueeeeessss who!~

Lucas: (Trying his Hardest to Contain his Giggles)

Shiho: Oh great. Another blind guessing game.

???: Yeeeup!~ And since it's a very special holiday, you got yourself three clues to come up with before guessing.

Shiho: Oooh,, being generous today, aren't we?~ Well, if you insist. Do you happen to haaaaaave.....blonde hair?

???: Yep!

Shiho: A lovable personality?

???: Yep-Yep!

Shiho: And have a smile that could bright up the whole room right now?

???: Correctamundo!~

Shiho: 'Got all three clues right, huh? (Starts Nodding in Satisfaction) Nice, nice. So, I guess that means you might beeeeeee....(Smiles Brightly) Ryuji?~

???: That's righ- (Eyes Begins to Widened) Wait. RYUJI!?

Lucas: (Finally Let Loose and Giggle Up a Storm)

Shiho: Yep!~ As in Ryuji Sakamoto. You're him right?

???: Um NO! This is certainly NOTRyuji Sakamoto! I'm wayyyy cuter than he wishes he could try to be. Now, guess again, wise woman!

Shiho: (Burst Out Laughing) Pffhahahahahaha!

???: I hear laughing, not guessing.

Shiho: (Tries Dying Down her Laugher) Ann, I know it's you behind me.

Ann: You sure about that? (Moves Her Hands Away From Shiho's Eyes Before Revealing Herself To Her With a Pouty Look on her Face) Cause you seemed pretty sure I'm Mr.Skull Boi over there.

Ryuji: (Walks By) Don't hate me cuz I'm more prettier than you, pigtails!

Ann: (Glares at Ryuji) Up yours, dumb and yellow! (Hears Lucas Laughing Before Pouting at Him Next) And YOU mister, have some nerve laughing at me right now!

Lucas: (Tries Dying Down his Laughing) Heh sorry!~ You were so hilarious that I couldn't help myself.

Ann: Hmmmmmmmm.....I suppose I could let you off the hook for now. (Raised an Eyebrow) IF you declare me as your favorite Big Sis.

Lucas: ('Sigh') Oh geez.....

Shiho: (Gasps Before Pouting Back at the Pigtailed Blonde) Ann Takamaki, you know better than to ask our little sunflower that! (Crosses Her Arms Together) Besides, it's obvious that I'M his favorite out of the two of us.

Ann: In your dreams! I'm his favorite!

Shiho: No, I am!

Ann: I am!

Lucas: Girls, please. Both of you are my favorites. Now stop fighting or-

Ness:(In the Distance) Lucas! The Egg Hunt is about to start any minute now! Let's go!

Lucas: Coming! (Turns to the Couple) I gotta get going now. You two behave yourselves and Ann, make sure Shiho doesn't feel lonely right now, okay?

Ann: (Salutes to Lucas) 'Aye aye, Captain Sunflower!~ (Happily Hugs Shiho)

Shiho: (Giggles Softly) Lucas, I told you I'll be fine.

Lucas: (Smiles Softly) I know. Just wanted to make sure just in case. (Gives Both Ann and Shiho a Kiss on Their Respective Cheeks One By One Before Sprinting Off and Waving Goodbye For Now) I'll find us many eggs and treats as I can!

Ann/Shiho: (Waves Back at Lucas) 'Kay! Good Luck!

Shiho: ('Sigh') I love that boy so much~

Ann: Don't we all~ Now tell me what up?

Shiho: Uh....(Quickly Turns Away From Ann) N-Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

Ann: (Softly Glares at Shiho) Come on, don't lie to me. There's gotta to be a reason why Lucas told me to look after you, ya know?

Shiho: ('Sigh') Okay, fine. You win. I was....actually thinking about.....the incident again....

Ann: (Glare Falters into a Frown) Oh....Are you okay?

Shiho: Sort of? I mean, I was feeling really bumped out till you and Lucas got here. But I don't feel like crying my eyes out either, so....there's that at least.

Ann: ('Sigh') Yeah. And on the bright side, you have gotten a lot better handling yourself since then.

Shiho: I have. I just wish that incident didn't make me have more distaste for the holiday and almost everything bunny related than usual. ('Groans') And don't even get me STARTED on the bunny suits, I hate those stupid things!

Ann: (Gently Squeezes Shiho's Hand) I know. It's a royal pain the ass to think about, but you can't let it get to you forever, Shiho.

Shiho: (Takes a Deep Breath to Calm Herself Down) Yeah.... You're right. I made it too far to quit now. Shall wanna beat Kamoshida to a pulp though.....

Ann: You and me both, sister. But he's still in the slammer now and we don't have to see his disgusting mug ever again if you don't want to.

Shiho: I'm sure that will never happen in a million years. (Starts Getting Nervous) At....least I hope it wouldn't......

Ann: (Gives Shiho a Gently Yet Loving Hug) We have a so much ahead of in our lives than to be worried about a creep like him all day. New places, our potential career paths, Ren-Ren and Makoto's wedding-

Shiho: (Starts Snickering) You're still on about that?

Ann: Hell yeah! These two been acting and getting down and dirty like one for the longest now. One of them HAS to get on one knee and propose to the other sooner or later!

Shiho: Look, I'm all for betting money's on Makoto to do whole ordeal, but don'tcha think we should be focusing on our future wedding by now? I got an idea on who could be the flower person.

Ann: For real? Who?

Shiho turns to Ann with a sly smirk on her Face in silence.

Ann: (Squints her Eyes a Bit at Shiho) Uh....why are you giving me that-

Shiho: Welcome, one and all to another game of Guess Who? This time starring yours truly!~

Ann: (Facepalms Herself While Sighing) Goddammit, I should've known. Are we seriously doing this right now?

Shiho: Yep! You made me guess who you were, so it's your turn to guess who Flower Person instead.

Ann: (Rolls her Eyes While Sighing Again) Alright, fine, I'll play your little game....Is this Flower Person you're going on about, even a girl?

Shiho: Nope. It's a boy actually.

Ann: (Genuinely Surprise) Really?

Shiho: Mhmm. Want any hints?

Ann: (Shrugs) I guess. Can't really think of anyone at the moment.

Shiho: He's short, has blonde, and a smile that could rival yours in cuteness. And no, it's not Ryuji this time.

Ann: ('Sighs in Relief') Oh thank god. He's too much of a numbskull to play the part.

Ryuji: (Glares at Ann While Walking By) Will you stop roasting me!?

Ann: Never! (Sticks her a Tongue Out The Older Blonde)

Shiho: You can antagonize him later, Ann. I'm still waiting for my answer.

Ann: (Turns Back to Shiho) Alright, alright, I'll give it to you. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Now, given the description you've given me.....('Gasps') Is it our Baby Boi Lucas then?~

Shiho: (Smiles Brightly) You guessed right. I figured since he's fond of sunflower, maybe we can have him toss a handful of them down the aisle.

Ann: ('GASPS') We could have ourselves a sunflower themed wedding!~ (Happily Squeals as She Excitedly Claps Her Hands) It would be so cozy and wonderful!~

Shiho: Hey, if it's the kind of wedding theme you wanna go with, then let's go for it. I'm down for whatever makes you happy.

Ann: (Happily Hugs her Girlfriend) You sweetheart~ Thank you so much~

Shiho: (Hugs Ann Back) No problem. If anything I should be thanking you for keeping me company. I needed this.

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) I'm glad I was able to help you at all. You're my everything, Shiho-Kins. I'll do anything for you. (Gives Shiho a Kiss on the Head)

Shiho: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) I know. (Starts Snuggling Up on Ann) I'll do the same for you too, Ann Bear. Always.

Happy Easter Everyone!!

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#persona 5 #super smash ultimate #shiho suzui #ann takamaki #lucas #ryuji sakamoto #Kamoshida (mentioned)#a bit of angst #cute romance #humor #ann x shiho #lucas is precious #easter day #past trauma #edited

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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||Hidden Birthday Present||

Hello everyone, Peahen mom here and It's time for a anon drabble request. I hope you all enjoy it and lets see what we got this time shall we?

||Drabble Summary||

Bakugo's birthday has come once again and it seems everyone was happily celebrating it with him. It seems he was alright with it, even a present from his close friend Van Ink the Dragon. However, she said she had one more present but she said she'll give him a present later or after. She had to finish wrapping it. What could this late present be? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Strong NSFW is present in this drabble

~First time

~Fingering and over stimulation is present

~Swearing is present

||Guests in the Drabble||

~Van Ink the Dragon belongs to my wonderful Rp partner and friend @demon-blood-youths

~Katsuki Bakugo belongs to and is from the anime/manga My Hero Academia but also me since I rp as him as a muse

((Warning: Drabble will have mistakes and grammar mistakes but this was written for fun. I Hope you understand and enjoy the drabble))

Today was a cool yet wild day after many finds out today is Bakugo Katsuki's birthday! He along with his class was celebrating it while the same for some others here in NYC. He sees some giving gifts to him, some already congratulating him for another year on earth.

He even saw Ink and her friends happily doing the same with Jaron, Melinda, Momo, Midioriya and others helping with cooking while celebrating his birthday.

Bakugo didn't really mind nor cared much about his birthday and yet, it was nice to see that everyone gathered for his. Right now, he was seeing the others setting the cake down for him as they were looking at him.

They were singing 'Happy Birthday' to him while he was seeing the cake themed after him which was cute. After singing the song, Momo looks to him.

"Okay, Bakugo go ahead and blow out the candles."

He only rolls his eyes before taking a deep breath and blowing them out, hearing everyone cheering. Right after, some was eating the food and enjoying themselves while some was passing gifts to him which he didn't mind. As he was eating some food himself, he saw someone walking over to see the familiar navy blue jacket.

He looks to see the leader of the DBT, the wild thrill seeker, Van Ink the Dragon or Ink for short. She smiled while having the hood off her head showing the medium black messy hair.I

"Hi Bakugo! Happy birthday!" happy as she always was, Bakugo didn't mind seeing her here at his birthday party for him to smile.

"Thanks Ink. What it's up?" he asked seeing her sit down in another chair while everyone else was enjoying the party.

"Nothing much. I just came to give you something. So here ya go! Happy birthday!" she smiled showing a wrapped up present as he takes it. The box felt light weight that he was curious as he sets the fork down and begins opening it. He lowers the top to the side to see it was a jacket. Orange and black just like his costume.

"...." He takes it out carefully to see it while Ink smiled.

"I hope you like it! It really fits your costume and its activewear and thermal. It's perfect for outings and exercise since you always train and all that. I do have some other presents like support gear for you but...their still being worked on." she laughed rubbing the back of her head as Bakugo lowers the jacket to smile.

"Heh, thank you. It's pretty cool as me, Ink." he looks seeing Ink smiling that she was glad that Bakugo liked the present. Ink was happy to hear this, knowing he liked the present! Though the party kept going on with everyone having fun and enjoying it. Though Ink blinks remembering something.

"Oh right! One more thing Bakugo!"

"Hmm?"

"Ummmm I have one more present for you but...I am not done with it yet. I'll give it to you after the party or later tonight. Uhhh, is that alright?" Wait another present? He blinks now confused but grew curious to what this could be? Ehhh, he was sure it might be the support gear.

"Sure, why not? You can if you like. You can come visit after the party is done and over with. Is that cool?" he sees her smile to nod.

"Yep! Works for me! I'll see you later after the party!" Standing up, she goes to enjoy the party. However, Bakugo was curious on what the present is but in his mind, it might be the support gear. That was fine. For now, the party continues.

~~Hours later/After the party~~

After a while, the party was done with everyone heading back home or some just saying bye. Bakugo was already back home just getting ready for the evening. He was just getting some soda in two cans while heading into the living room where his guest was.

"Here....figured you want something after coming here. Though, you didn't have to run here you know." Bakugo sits down by Ink who came right after his party.

"I know, I know! I just got excited and wanted to come here or I might have forgot." she laughed with him showing a sweatdrop on the side of his head.

"Uh huh.." He looks to her but sets the soda can down since she was happily holding her while drinking it down quickly with a smile. "Hey, don't drink so fast Ink!" he said but she blinks to lower the can.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" she saw she already finished it smiling that he blinks to sigh.

"Nevermind. Anyway, you said you had one more gift for me so what was it? Did your friends finish the support gear?" he said looking to see she didn't have anything with her or maybe it was being delivered to him?

"Uhhh no no, their still working on it. But, I do still have a gift for you from me and only me though. So.....I hope you like it." she said smiling but Bakugo now looked confused.

"Okay...but where is the present?" he didn't see a box nor a birthday bag with her so what did she mean? Ink said nothing but she sets the can down to look at her lap to sigh. "Well....."

She turns to face him while rubbing the back of her head still smiling. "I wanted to give you a gift....and well..I'm going to give you a gift! And that gift....is Me!" she laughed but Bakugo blinks.

"What?"

"Uhhh Yeah. You see, I know I gave you gift and my friends did but..I wanted to give you a more personal gift from me and only me. Soooooo....I'm giving myself to you for your birthday!" she was serious! She was going to...wait, that was Ink's idea for a present? She was going to give herself to him??

".......You..Your serious? Your giving yourself to me as my present." he asked just to be sure as Ink nods. One of her fingers scratching her cheek smiling with eyes closed.

"Yep! I figure since you are still a great guy I figure I can be your present. I don't mind it though since that means I can do what you like for your birthday tonight. I'm..uhh how does it go, 'awaiting orders?' or something." she smiled. "But I wanted this to be a special gift for you from me personally so....happy birthday?"

"..........." He couldn't believe this! She was serious! Even if he always had feelings for her and hearing her say this, that was....that was a lot. Ink opens her eyes to see him not look at her that she tilts her head. Did he like the gift? Or was it too much?

"Uhhhhh, but if you don't like the gift I can take it back! Hehe, I just wanted you to enjoy a good present so I thought I would be your present! but if your not alright with that I understand..I can just-" As she was trying to take or stand up, she felt Bakugo reach to hold her shoulder and gently push her down on the couch.

Ink winces from the push till she slowly opens her grey eyes looking up. "Ummmm Bakugo? You okay?" she asked looking up at him but he didn't say anything. He did see her black hair spread over the couch looking confused with some pink tint in her cheeks.

".........."

"Ummmm.."

'Huh, maybe he didn't like the gift? I could have given him something else. Or maybe he's angry about it? No, he wouldn't be. Darn it Ink, I thought this would be a good gift for-'

"So your telling me....that your 'my gift' and for this night, I can have you as 'my' present?" he asked clearly for her to understand as Ink blinks to look at him.

"We..Well yeah? I think that's how it goes or to say in short, 'you can do whatever you want with me?' I won't disagree with anything you tell me or want. I can do it...if it helps..."

Oh boy that really got Bakugo flushed but also excited hearing this. His hands kept, holding her shoulders. He could ask for something in return but he was quiet.

"...I see...so anything I want?"

"Ummm y...yeah?"

"Really anything?"

"Yes..anything." she said but Bakugo slowly sighed that he only shook his head. This confused the dragon to see him look at her face or right into her grey eyes. She seriously was a silly dragon but it was...cute.

"As I said, I'm your gift right now so as I said before, 'You can do whatever you like, Bakugo." she said it again but he only sighed to slowly look down at her that he held her hand while keeping his own body pressed against her.

"........You really shouldn't....I...." Looking silent he only sighed to sit up but takes Ink's hand to help her sit up. "Just come on.." he said going somewhere with her as Ink blinks following him. He goes in a room before closing the door. Yeah, he was going to enjoy the present....but also try not to go too wild.

~~~Minutes later~~~

The room was silent but pretty low dimmed light but the shower was on due to the steam coming from it. Ink was in the shower feeling the water running down her head and wetting her black hair as it sticks to her skin. She was twitching while leaning against the shower wall as she was sitting on her lap. Bakugo was kissing or biting her shoulder, slowly making her move on his lap, taking him in deeply as she was soft panting and hissing with eyes closed.

"Nugghh nggg mmmmmmm..." It felt really really weird for Ink but she was not in pain after he did this for a while. That and thanks to the fingering he did to help her 'loosen up' as he says. He grey eyes were covered with her lips parted moaning out in the shower seeing and feeling him moving his hips up as his length was opening her up.

"Grrrr, I only started thrusting into you and your this drenched, Ink. You must be that excited to do this with me." Bakugo was quiet while watching her hips moving, feeling his length go in and pulling out that made Ink twitch covering her mouth with her eyes closed again.

"Or maybe it's due to you being sensitive down here. Even when I move, it twitches and tightens around me." he said thrusting his hips up against her as she twitches feeling him opening her up even more. He felt it dripping again but sees her shaking with her face red.

"*Muffled talking*" she said something behind her hand but Bakugo didn't hear to look.

"Huh? What did you say?" he asked reaching to pull her hands down that she was panting softly moaning as his hips kept moving.

"I ahhh s...said I don't kn..know mmmmm I n..never d..did this s..sort of thing before. I'm ahhhh not...It feels w...weird..it feels mmmm so weird...nummm...." she tried to grab his wrist since his hand was making her hips move but Bakugo saw to quickly pin her wrists to the side quickening his movements.

Ink arches her back to lean back against him, panting quickly as he was doing this. Her voice getting louder as she was feeling his hands moving up against her stomach to her chest to mess with the nipples squeezing slowly.

"So you never even touched yourself before?" he asked trying to find something that should help her feel better. His hands still messed with her body that she leans her head to the side shaking while trying not to show her embarrassing expression on her face.

"N..n..n..noooooo ahhhhh n..no I..n..never did this. I never t..touched myself o..or d..down there. It's just a..all new to me mmmm even w..with you inside o..of hhaaa m..me..." she whispered looking at him dazed that Bakugo blushed that he keeps her trapped.

"Well, that just means from how wet your getting your feeling good right now that's all. It's called you feeling pleasure but..If I hit something down there..you'll feel better..." he said as she was shaking.

"F..feel better? What are you t..talking about? What could you d..do to make it feel..."Just as she was asking this, Bakugo felt something and quickly thrusts up as the tip presses up against a lump and bumpy like area inside.

"Ahhhh!?!" Ink's eyes widen throwing her head back crying out, feeling hot when he hits right there. "H..Hey w..wait a second! What did y..yooo..oohhhhhh n..nmmmm......." Her grey eyes were wide but she had her lips parted while her tongue was showing just a little. She quickly grips his wrists but he only went faster as she was twitching.

"Ah ah ahh gahh hhaa ah AH! AH! AHH! Nugghh!!!"

Bakugo held her against his chest but he tightens his hole to get pressed against the shower door that she yelps. He keeps hitting against it while her cheek was pressed against the door. Her chest was pressed against the shower wall as her nipples were touching the surface as she panted.

Ink was twitching in his hold. Her upper face hidden by her wet black hair as she was shaking. She didn't know what was going on but her body felt hotter and she got more slicker, clenching around his length tightly.

"Ahhhh.....ahhhhhhh..n..no...n..not th...there....B..baku...go...n..not t...there......"

'Mmmm mmmmm w..what is this f..feeling? My b..body suddenly f..feels.....really weird but h..hotter in a good way. W...what did Bakugo h...hit? Why d..does it f..feel..g..good?' she thought while closing her hands into fists as he keeps thrusting deeper and deeper watching her.

Geez, she really was sensitive to moan like that but it was pretty cute. He didn't say anything but he sees her panting to look up at the ceiling of the shower.

"W..what did mmmmm y..you hi..hit in..inside of me? What w..was t..that? What's happening..to my b...body? It feels a l..lot more hotter n..now...." she asked dazed.

"That was your 'pleasure spot' Ink. Meaning, you just felt really good just now after I hit it.."

"P..Pleasure?....spot?..." she asked looking up while he keeps her there. He grips her hips legs still moving as Ink looks to him but one of her grey dazed eyes was looking at him, her hair was still wet and covering the other eye.

"Yes, your 'special spot' where you really can feel good so...that means if I keep messing with it... I can make you really feel much more better." he said as Ink was shaking. "That means I can make you scream for me but if it's too much just tell me..."

"Y..You....feel more b..better? What do you-Nugggmmmm!!!!" He started going harder now hearing the claps of skin as she closes her hands into fists.

"Ahhhhh B..Bakugo! Bakugo!!! W..wait a m..mmmmmmm ahhhhhh!!" She threw her head back crying out in the shower. Her body was shaking, aching and twitching that he was already getting excited himself. She felt his hands still moving her hips back as she was gasping out.

"You feel really good Ink. So nice and warm inside..I bet you feel good too right? Do you feel good?" he asked as she was drooling now looking forward as he was thrusting rougher now. He only sees her taking every thrust and inch of him, moving to press his hands over her own while resting his forehead on her shoulder. His grunts were heard as she was whimpering feeling more but the weird feeling was disappearing into something...different. She slowly leans her head back more but her cries were now moans of pleasure.

'It don't f..feel weird anymore? Mmmm n..no it f..feels...better now. He keeps rubbing against that one spot now that it's making me feel all tingly d..down there....and yet.......it f..feels...' She whines till he quickens his thrusts making her lean back moaning out even worse.

'G..good! It fe..feels really good when h..he hits right there...'

Bakugo heard more of her moans, wondering if he should stop or was she even alright. She didn't say too much but he did hear a faint voice as she was turning her head to start panting against his neck.

"Ink? What's the matter? Do you want me to-"

"Bakugo p..please...I.....I w..want to f..feel more of t..this...the weird f..feeling is g..gone b..but my body f..feels..r..really good...." she whispered but was feeling him buried deep inside as she twitched tightening around him. He grunts to hold her tighter as she hisses in pleasure.

"i..Ink.." he warns feeling her getting tighter as she was shaking in his arms.

"P..Please..I..I need..m..more. I s..said I'm your b...birthday present s..so please...please...." she slowly tries to even bite his shoulder before he suddenly sits back and pulls her on his lap. He forces her to sit down fully that Ink shook gasping out loudly. However, that's when he begins thrusting up harder into her as she threw her head back resting her shaky hands on either side of the shower floor.

"B..BAKUGO!!! Please m..more! Please k..keep g..going m..more!!"

'Tch, damn it Ink...' he keeps pounding away hearing her crying out, her moans echoing in the bathroom as she was feeling him deep inside. She felt really good tightening around him like that but she was leaning back, bouncing on his lap while twitching.

'Damn it, she's way too out of it. She can't even think straight even after I been doing this. I don't want to hurt her but she's just....too hot. It's tightening around me even if she's..' he sees her bouncing on his lap faster but she was feeling her body shaking even more that he was feeling her leaning back more against him.

"Your seriously nuggnnnnn gotten used to it now..your tightening up again.." he said against her ear as she was crying in pleasure twitching.

"I..I can't h..help it. You f..feel so deep in..inside..m..my body isn't listening t..to me.....each t..time you thrust deeper in..inside I can't hhaaa st..stop it.." she moans out only for him to keep going.

"That just means I'm doing good. That means I'm going to be sure you enjoy this. Your so dazed in pleasure your body is throbbing in need for me. But no worries, I'll be sure you enjoy it." He said still moving as he sees her crying out till something started building as he was thrusting up more into her harder and harder.

"B..ba...bakugo o..oh g..god....s..something i..is......if you keep going that rough with m..me s..something i..is gonna.." she felt a weird pressure in her lower stomach as he keeps thrusting into her. She tries to sit up but he only held her still. Oh no, she's not running. She twitched crying out but she couldn't stop even when it felt so good.

"Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh.."

"Don't worry just let it happen Ink....it's going to be good..just keep moving your hips for me.." He said doing that even if she was curling her toes.

"I can't mmmmm t..take it s..something really is h..happening..my body won't listen t..to me..something i..is..c...cumming..." she gasped out closing her hands into a fist as Bakugo was moving. He panted with growls thrusting away but Ink still kept gasping out.

"Ahhhh ahhhh Bakugo..Bakugo I c..can't..I can't......." she tried to warn him but he turns her head to look at her.

"Then go ahead and cum Ink..it's alright..I'm close too.." He suddenly kiss her deeply as she feels him holding her.

"Mfffmmmm!!!!!!" as she whines feeling him kissing her still moving his hips. She feels him stop thrusting to hit her spot hard that she screams behind the kiss.

"MMMMM!!!!"

'My b..body i..is..c...cumming....my body is c..cumming!' she cries in her head before climaxing hard around him as he held her tight, cumming himself. Both her and him shook as he keeps kissing her till he breaks the kiss hearing her panting out heavily to her body shaking.

Bakugo was still grinding against her but didn't let go as Ink was hissing from him doing that. Something warm was felt but she couldn't move feeling the effects of her body climaxing like that.

"Haa haa ah"

'I..I came..I...it feels hot...b..but my body is..still t..twitching...it's throbbing.....' she shook to feel him panting as he was kissing her neck feeling her still tight around him. However, he panted to even feel more excited that Ink gasped.

"H..Huh? Y..Your st..still..." she looks to him dazed but Bakugo blushed.

"This is your fault for being fucking adorable. Though, we can rest up for a moment so we can move this to my bed instead. I'm still wishing to enjoy my present like you said....that was just one round, I'm still planning on savoring this." he said touching her cheek as she was shaking again to blush.

She didn't say anything for a minute to look at him.

"T..then please g..go ahead. I s..said I was your birthday g..gift..so please.....I hope you e..enjoy it.." she said for him to turn the water off but carefully carries her out to head to the bed. From that night, he did enjoy his birthday gift but he did make sure Ink did too. From the weak moans and heated growls and grunts, seems Bakugo had a really exciting birthday.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Hidden Birthday present #katsuki bakugo #older bakugo #van ink the dragon #older ink #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer

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the7thcrow · 2 years

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just in case | hhj

pairing: hyunjin x (gn) reader.

wc: 8.6k

genre: fluff. angst. suggestive. romcom. office au. valentine’s day au. coworkers to lovers. slight enemies to lovers.

warnings: alcohol, heavy making out, a both snarky and unreliable narrator, all around just inappropriate behaviour for a workplace (but what else would you expect from an office au lmao.)

summary: your valentine’s day plans of bad cable and a bottle of wine take an unexpected turn, as when leaving the office you witness a completely different side of your least favourite coworker, hwang hyunjin. perhaps valentine’s day really does hold a little bit of magic.

a/n: this is so disgustingly late, frankly i’m ashamed. but life and such, you know how it is. this is for the sweet treats from skz event hosted by @districtninewriters. hope you all enjoy, and i’d recommend checking out everyone else’s works!! also i lowkey resent this fic for how long it has taken me, so i hope it’s okay.

Sunday’s are the worst.

With the office being full of coworkers hungover and regretful from the previous night’s little escapades, as well as consumed by the dread of being forced to work during the weekend, the air always seems to hang a little lower on Sunday’s.

Of course, today is no normal Sunday. Not at all, and it is apparent in the excited buzz and extra chatter that fills the office with a tad more enthusiasm than annoyance.

No, today is no normal Sunday, but rather Valentine’s Day.

Which depending on exactly who you are and the activities you have planned for the evening, could either mean that this particular Sunday is slightly better or worse than average. For some, it’s a night of romance - budding or long-term - of roses and chocolate and candlelit dinners, of longing glances and playing footsie under the table.

While for others, it’s nothing special, no significant other to share the night with, and the giddy attitude that fills the air is only slightly nauseating.

You are a part of this latter.

It should be made clear that you don’t hate Valentine’s Day. Frankly, an extra night just to celebrate the love in a relationship is really quite sweet, and you are not such a killjoy as to rain on other’s parades.

However, that doesn’t mean you can’t hate the way that people in the office treat Valentine’s Day. At least a little.

This particularly applies to Gahyeon, who is now peaking over your cubicle, a far too cheery smile on her face.

“Any plans for the night?” She asks sweetly, expression innocent, although you’re fairly certain she already knows the answer.

“No,” you say shortly, before realizing that might be too blunt, and frankly, a little rude. “Nothing tonight. You?”

“Felix and I are going out for drinks later,” she replies, a faint blush lacing her cheeks at the mention of her fiance. You’ve met Felix a few times, the blonde sometimes opting to come inside when picking her up after a later shift. He’s nice. Cute. A well-suited match for her, based on the very brief conversations you’ve had with him.

“We’re going to Dominique’s,” she adds, and you manage to refrain from letting your surprise show. Felix clearly has expensive taste, although you suppose the ring he gave her two months ago was already a pretty obvious indication of that.

“Well, I’m sure the two of you will have a good time,” you offer, returning to face your computer screen, assuming that the conversation is over and you’re free to return to your work. However, this is not the case, as Gahyeon continues to stare at you from over-top the cubicle, chin resting over top of her crossed arms.

“I got you a gift,” she says, causing you to twist your chair to face her once more, raising an eyebrow. She disappears back into her own space, searching for whatever she wishes to give you.

“Here,” she calls out, before once again popping her head back up into your line of sight. She has a gift bag in her hand, one that is so narrow and tall in length you already have a good idea of what it might be.

After taking the bag, you find your assumption proven correct, as you pull out a rather hefty bottle of wine.

You stare at the gift, before flickering your gaze back to Gahyeon. It’s not that you don’t like it, in fact, it’s your favourite brand. Even a tad more expensive than you typically let yourself reach for, unless for a special occasion.

You’re more so just confused as to exactly why Gahyeon would be giving you a bottle of wine, on Valentine’s Day none-the-less.

Her smile falls slightly. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” You rush out, quickly changing your bewildered expression into a smile. You certainly don’t want her to feel bad for getting you a gift, however strange it might be. “I mean, no - but not no as in no I hate it - sorry, yes. Yes, I like it. Thank you.”

She smiles again, and you let yourself relax slightly, taking a breath. “I’m more so just a bit lost,” you continue, examining the bottle once more. “What is this for?”

“Well, I assumed for drinking, although I guess that’s ultimately up to-”

“Gahyeon.”

She sighs, eyes softening with what you can only recognize as pity, “Well I don’t know,” she begins, before trailing off. “I just… Well, I just figured someone should give you something nice. I mean it’s Valentine’s Day after all, and well, you know.”

You’ve been doing a rather decent job at managing your expressions thus far, but your jaw falls open at the statement.

You’re a rational person. You’re certain she meant well by this, and it isn’t something cruel or a mocking jab at you.

But the fact of the matter stands that you never even told her you didn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day. Sure, you didn’t tell her that you did have one, but you made no indication for the opposite either.

And the audacity of the assumption - let alone the fact that you’d be so torn up about it that you’d need to drink your feelings away - is enough to render you momentarily speechless.

You open your mouth, unsure of what you can even say to such a statement, when fortunately you find you won't have to, as someone approaches both you and Gahyeon.

However, it quickly becomes unfortunate as you realize who it is.

“Oh, hi Hyunjin!” Gahyeon says sweetly as the man approaches. You discreetly slide the bottle of wine back into the gift basket, hiding it behind your chair. The last thing you need is for him to see it.

It should be made clear that you don’t hate Hyunjin.

He’s just… a little irritating.

Okay, maybe a lot irritating.

A tad arrogant, ego far too large for just one person. Sure, even you must begrudgingly admit the man is attractive, with long golden hair and striking features, but he would be a lot more attractive if he didn’t act so high and mighty about it.

He’s also a bit snobby, most of this deriving from when Chan was promoting people in your division a couple months ago, and he chose him instead of you. Not that you care, obviously. You both deserved it, both rather talented in your area of expertise.

Even if you have worked here for two years longer and have put in almost double the hours of overtime work.

But hey, who’s counting?

Not you, of course, because you don’t care enough about Hyunjin to really worry about such things.

He’s just a little annoying, that’s all.

“Hi, Gahyeon,” he says, plastering on as equally as sweet of a smile as the one she is wearing, before his gaze momentarily flickers to you, and when he speaks his tone is disinterested.

“Hey,” he says shortly, before immediately shifting his focus back to your coworker, and you can’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Who are the chocolates for?” Gahyeon asks. You hadn’t noticed it before, but Hyunjin holds a box of chocolates in his hands, bright red, gigantic, and in the shape of a heart.

A little cheesy, but you digress.

“Oh,” he says shyly, shifting his gaze away in an attempt to play coy. “Um.”

You know the bashful display is entirely fake and undoubtedly for attention, but Gahyeon eats it up, holding a hand to her heart as if moved.

“Aw, for a secret admirer maybe?” She guesses and when he laughs at the idea, she tries again. “Or a big date planned for tonight?”

Hyunjin chuckles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, and you resist the urge to gag.

Alright, maybe Valentine’s Day does make you a little extra cynical.

“Something like that,” he replies finally, before clearing his throat and changing topics. “But Gahyeon, the reason I actually came over here was to remind you that I need the numbers for the WENUS. So just swing by my office before leaving tonight, okay?”

“Of course!” Gahyeon says, giving the man a thumbs up as he begins to make his exit. However he stops for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to meet your eye, a smirk sliding across his lips.

“Enjoy the wine,” he chirps. You open your mouth to heckle back - something sharp and witty, you figure - but he’s already gone, disappearing around the corner and back towards his own office.

You glance over at Gahyeon, prepared to give her a half-hearted glare. She knows full well about the little tug-of-war relationship the two of you share, which means she also knows about how her gift undoubtedly gave him some new teasing material for the coming weeks.

And you know she’s aware of this, because she quickly disappears back into her own cubicle, the sound of typing immediately apparent as she begins to busy herself.

You sigh, turning your attention back to your own screen, fingers resting motionless on your keyboard.

Alright, so you don’t hate Valentine’s Day, but maybe you actually do hate Hyunjin.

~~~~

It’s just past 11:00 pm when you admit that it’s officially too late for you to still be in the office. Rubbing your tired eyes, which ache slightly from staring at a screen all day, you let out a dramatic yawn. The office remains dark, everyone already having packed their things and left for the night, to their own date nights and special holiday plans.

You rise to your feet, prepared to grab your things before heading home, to what will most likely be a night of wine and bad cable tv shows. Just the kind of activities expected of a single person your age on Valentine’s Day, but you find you no longer have the will to attempt fighting against the stereotype. You’re tired and the wine Gahyeon bought you is good, you might as well make the most of it.

However, your plans are put to a sudden halt as you glance over at Gahyeon’s desk, a stack of papers laying neatly beside her keyboard.

It’s the WENUS - the Weekly Estimated Net Usage Statistics - or in other words, the documents Hyunjin had specifically asked her to deliver to him before she left the office tonight, which was roughly 5 hours ago.

Biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from letting out another pained sigh, you instead decide to take the high road, slipping into her cubicle to grab the papers.

Gahyeon isn’t normally this forgetful, just another unfortunate symptom of Valentine’s Day you suppose. The papers most likely dismissed as Felix came inside to pick her up, roses in hand, a dreamy as well as grossly in-love smile plastered across his lips.

So you can’t entirely blame Gahyeon, because if someone ever looked at you with such a disgustingly enamoured look, you might forgot about the stupid WENUS as well.

You’re the only one left inside the office, and as you head down the hallway you’re certain you’ll have to simply slip the documents under Hyunjin’s door, the man having gone home for the night.

Or more likely, to the big date or “something like that” he said he had planned.

Which is why you’re completely caught off guard by the light brightly shining from further down the hall.

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, you follow the brightness, finding yourself before Hyunjin’s not-at-all empty office. The door remains wide open and you discreetly peek inside, finding the man stationed at his desk, pen in hand as he quickly jots something down on a sticky-note.

Blonde hair messy and tousled as his chin rests in the palm of his hand, tie loosened and falling low below his collar, it’s a look you’ve never seen from the man. Always so put together, so perfectly poised with a level of arrogance attached, it’s almost a shock to see the mask fall, even if just for a moment.

“Can I help you?” He calls without looking up, voice monotone. Your hiding place behind the door frame must not be as discreet as you may have hoped.

You clear your throat, walking towards his desk and tossing down the papers. “I noticed Gahyeon forgot these, figured you would want them.”

“Great. Thanks,” he says, still not looking up at you, but taking the papers all the same. When he doesn’t continue, it’s an obvious cue to leave, and indication that he enjoys your company about as much as you do his. Yet, something in you stops for a moment, holding you in place.

“Didn’t you have some sort of big date planned for tonight?” You ask, and at that he finally looks up at you, his eyes full of an extra amount of irritation that you don’t quite understand.

“What makes you think that?” He shoots back, his scowl making itself even more evident. You gesture to the large box of chocolates sitting on his desk, which remains unopened.

“The chocolates and the conversation with Gahyeon earlier,” you explain, giving the man an incredulous stare. The two of you don’t get along, obviously, but surely he can’t be mad at your presumption, considering he practically told Gahyeon he had plans. “I just assumed.”

“Well, you assumed wrong,” he huffs, before immediately going back to his work, pointedly not meeting your eye. You scoff, turning on your heel to leave his office, having enough of the attitude for the night. You know that you too can be a tad haughty and dramatic at times, but Hyunjin really is something else.

However, before you can make it through the door, you hear a deep sigh that clearly does not wish to go unheard, and you stop in your tracks.

“I always buy a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day,” he says quietly, and you turn back around to see the man lift the giant red heart in the air. He keeps his eyes fixated on his desk, clearly embarrassed by the confession, tone dripping with shame. “You know… just in case.”

“That…” You start, unsure of how exactly to respond to the admission, to the defeated look nestled in his eyes. It’s unsettling, and entirely not Hyunjin. “That is one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard.”

He scoffs, dropping the chocolates back down on the desk with both a thud and a matching glare. He looks annoyed, but you suppose that’s better than whatever defeated, as well as slightly pathetic expression he was wearing prior.

Hyunjin’s already annoying, you can’t possibly add self-consciousness into that mix.

“Okay, fuck you,” he cuts back, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, although you can’t help but notice there’s a lack of malice to the statement. Just slightly more of a playful jest than an angry rebuttal, although the irritation still isn’t entirely absent. It’s a bit strange, as the air between the two of you is almost always hostile, and honestly, you’re quite comfortable in that normalcy.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you continue, the words coming out before you truly give yourself a chance to contemplate them. “The wine you saw earlier? Gahyeon only bought it for me because she figured at least someone needed to give me something nice on Valentine’s Day.”

Now that brings a smile to Hyunjin’s face, as the man proceeds to let out a low whistle, as if to say: “Ouch, low blow.”

You chuckle beneath your breath. “The worst part is that I never even told her I didn’t have a date, she just assumed.”

He actually laughs out loud at that, and you realize that you’ve never actually heard the man laugh in a way that wasn’t condescending or snarky. It’s an awfully boyish sound - as well as loud - and it’s enough to catch you momentarily off guard.

“No, the worst part is that she didn’t need to be told,” he quips, shrugging his shoulders. “She was right.”

“Okay, fuck you,” you cut back, although a grin sneaks it’s way onto the corners of your lips.

Okay seriously, what is wrong with you right now? You clearly need to leave this office and go home, because there’s no possible way Hwang Hyunjin just made you smile.

Instead, for some unknown reason, you hang in the doorway. A flash of something lights up in Hyunjin’s eyes - mischief perhaps - and he smirks. “Do you want to crack it open?”

“Huh?”

“The wine,” he clarifies with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s still in your office right?”

“I mean yeah, but…” You trail off, biting your inner cheek nervously. You’re not sure what the company policy on alcohol might be - as drinking at work has never been something you’ve considered - but other than the spiked egg-nog at the annual holiday party, you’re fairly certain it’s off limits. “Can we do that?”

“I mean, I’m sure we’re the only two here,” he offers, which you suppose is understandable. “Who’s going to care?”

When you don’t respond, still slightly apprehensive of the suggestion, he continues.

“Besides, do you really think Chan would mind anyway?” He says, referencing the head of the company, and subsequently, the boss of both of you. “He’s going to come home tomorrow from his romantic getaway smitten as hell. I bet he wouldn’t even notice if we were hungover off our asses.”

Another fair statement, Chan having taken the entire week off on a trip to Italy with his significant other. “A special Valentine’s Day treat,” he’d called it, never mind the fact that they do it annually, and this just so happens to be one of the busiest weeks of the year he’s left you all to deal with.

Yeah, you’re not the happiest with Chan at the moment, especially knowing he’s going to come back tomorrow completely love-sick and dreamy when you need him to focus.

Perhaps that’s why you don’t reject the offer, why you don’t immediately call Hyunjin out for being unprofessional. Tomorrow is going to suck anyway, and frankly, you could do with a little harmless defiance against Chan.

There’s also the unfortunate truth that today is still Valentine’s Day, and sharing the wine might be a little less sad than drinking the entire bottle on your own. Even if it’s with someone as insufferable as Hyunjin, the company remains company all the same.

“Alright,” you concede with a sigh, heading back out through the door. “Let me grab the bottle.”

~~~~

After half a bottle of wine drunk out of your office’s paper cups, and a box of chocolates the man had jokingly gifted to you (with only the slightly disgusting flavours remaining), you find yourself sitting next to Hyunjin at his desk. Having pulled an extra chair over from the office beside his own, you lay your head against your arm, which is spread out across the tabletop.

The last hour has passed by in a strange, as well as confusing fashion. You’ve found that Hyunjin perhaps isn’t the worst company in the world, all though you must admit, it doesn’t feel like you’re really with Hyunjin at all.

A man most often recognized for his meticulous demeanor, never seeming to have a hair out of place nor a wrinkle in his suit, now let’s this mask fall even more substantially than when you first entered the office. The knot of his tie now completely undone, hanging over the collar of his shirt, which is absent of its first few buttons and sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and suit jacket thrown lazily over the back of his chair, it’s almost difficult to place him as the man you see near every day.

However, what’s most shocking to you is certainly not his clothing, but his personality.

The arrogance is still there, certainly. The cheap little jabs and teasing jokes, but accompanying that is a level of sincerity. Perhaps the spirit of Valentine’s Day has possessed the man, and now that it’s a few minutes past midnight he’ll go back to his normal cocky self, but you can’t deny that Hyunjin has been almost… sweet.

A surprisingly attentive listener, he let you ramble on about anything from Gahyeon and Felix’s sickeningly sweet relationship to the rise in gasoline prices, even chiming in with his own genuine thoughts and advice.

Frankly, you’re a little weirded out.

“I mean, it’s all very cliche. Don’t you think?” He says now, referencing your current topic of whether or not either of you actually like the present holiday.

“What about it is cliche?” You ask, hiding the whisper of a smile behind your wine glass.

“All of it,” he explains, waving his hands in exaggeration. He’s had a little more to drink than you have, the fact obvious through the slight redness in his cheeks, although he’s by no means drunk. Just comfortable enough to keep his guard down, which you certainly don’t mind.

“The flowers, the chocolate, the wine,” he continues. “Fancy dinner that overlooks the city skyline, or a moonlit walk along the beach.”

You snort at the sentiment. “I think you’re just describing the night you’d rather be having right now.”

You mean the statement as a joke, but Hyunjin simply smiles. “No,” he states, his voice soft. “I’d rather be here.”

“Well,” you chuckle lowly, sliding the bottle of wine towards yourself. “Then you must have had a little too much to drink.”

He reaches over, grabbing the neck of the bottle and preventing you from pulling it away any further. Other hand clutching the area over his heart and lower lip drawn out in a pout, he mocks fake offence.

“Why?” he laughs, and although his next question is said with a jovial nonchalance, you can tell there may be a weight behind his words. “Are you saying you would rather be somewhere else?”

A part of you considers answering yes, to tease and bicker and do what you always do with Hyunjin, play into the jesting match as per usual. But you find that something holds you back.

“No,” you reply. “I’d rather be here too.”

A moment of silence passes by, the only sound in the room being the ticking clock that hangs above the doorway. His eyes meet yours, and the corner of his lip pulls upward into a half smile.

“Good,” is all he replies.

After another short moment of silence, a nervous feeling beginning to turn with your gut, you clear your throat. You’re not sure what’s happening here exactly, why your body is tingling with a jittery anticipation, but you suppose it’s a sign that this strange new side of Hyunjin might be enough excitement for one night. “Well, it’s getting late.”

A flash of something passes along the man’s face, what you could almost recognize as disappointment. “Ah,” he says with a glance at the clock, the unavoidable truth that it’s past midnight and too late to still be at the office beginning to set in. “I guess it is.”

“I should probably head home,” you say, beginning to rise to your feet. You don’t manage to stand up fully however, as Hyunjin gently takes hold of your wrist, motioning for you to sit back down.

“Sorry, can I just say something first?” He asks, and swallowing down the worry that arises at the statement, you nod.

Hyunjin takes a deep breath. “Thank you for not feeling sorry for me.”

The look on your face must accurately show the amount of confusion you feel, as the man quickly clarifies. “I mean earlier with the chocolates, most people would just feel pity and try to console me for something like that. But you saved me the embarrassment, so thank you.”

You really didn’t think much of it at the time, but there is a level of truth to the statement. It didn’t even cross your mind to pity the man, and although it may have been slightly out of spite, you suppose if the situations were reversed, you wouldn’t have wanted him to make a big deal out of it either.

“But I don’t know why I’m surprised,” he shakes his head, letting out a small laugh as he seems to forgo his past seriousness. “That’s kinda our thing after all.”

“Our thing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You know,” he says, giving you an equally confused look at the fact you don’t know exactly what he’s talking about. “The teasing? The shots back and forth? That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

It takes a moment for you to register what exactly he’s saying, or rather the implications of it.

Hyunjin thinks teasing is your guys’ thing.

You just thought Hyunjin was an asshole.

Oh.

“Right, of course, our thing,” you say, doing your best to sound genuine, as if the two of you have totally been on the same page the entire time. As if you haven’t been cursing him under your breath every time he’s made a teasing comment. As if you haven’t called him arrogant and snobby for two years straight with honestly little to no substance behind it. As if you haven’t assumed every time he was being nice to another coworker, it was all fake and for his own personal gain and attention.

Hyunjin stares at you for a moment, the soft smile on his lips slowly morphing into a frown, eyebrows drawing together in puzzlement.

“You…” He trails off, mouth opening in a small “o,” before a look of mortification passes along his features. “You didn’t think we were joking, did you?”

“Well, not exactly,” you say, albeit a tad awkwardly, unsure of how to navigate the admission. In the end you decide to go with honesty. “Like I knew we teased each other, it just didn’t come off as very, you know, lighthearted to me.”

The horrified look Hyunjin wears only grows wider at the statement. Hands reaching up to cover his mouth, the man appears almost animated. “I am so sorry,” he says, words slightly muffled by the fingers that cover his lips.

“Don’t be,” you rush out quickly, reaching forward to take hold of his wrist, gently pulling his hand away from his face. “It was just a misunderstanding. If anything it’s a relief, so don’t worry about it.”

He seems to relax slightly at that, the tension leaving his shoulders, although he continues to chew on the bottom of his lower lip. “Well, I’m still sorry.”

You smile, the sentiment undeniably endearing. “It’s okay.”

He pauses for a moment, gaze focused intently at the bottle of wine, as if contemplating something. “I’m also sorry for taking the job,” he says suddenly.

The statement takes you by surprise. “What?”

“The promotion,” he elaborates. “ I know it was between you and I, and point-blank, you deserved it more than I did. I don't know what Chan was thinking, and I should have stepped back and let you have it. I’m sorry.”

It’s funny, you’ve spent the last two years wishing to hear him say those words. A deep dark part of you just wanting to hear him admit it, to acknowledge the fact that he got off lucky being Chan’s favourite. That it was you who deserved it. You, who was both more qualified and held seniority.

But now that he’s actually said the words out loud, only one response comes to mind.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. “Wait w-what?” He asks, words fumbled with shock.

“There’s no way in hell you would have, nor should have turned down an opportunity like that,” you explain, and it’s true. If the roles were reversed, there’s not even a chance you would have given up a promotion for him, and it’s not until now that you realize you never would have wanted him to do it for you either. “Don’t be an idiot.”

Eyebrows furrowing together, he stares at you in disbelief. “But you’ve been here longer, and put a lot more time into-“

“And I'm not saying I disagree with that,” you counter, because frankly, you don’t. “But throwing away this opportunity would have genuinely been the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Don’t be a saint, we both know you’re not one, and neither am I.”

He watches you for a moment, eyes scanning your face carefully, as if looking for something. After a moment he swallows deeply, taking a deep breath as if to concede. “Yeah okay, you’re right.”

That should be the end of it, but something stops you from switching topics, an itch beneath your skin that says the conversation isn’t quite finished.

Possibly deriving from the fact that Hyunjin has always been good at the job - just as good as you are - and he doesn’t seem to be acknowledging that. Extra hours and seniority aside, the two of you have always been on rather equal footing in that sense, and you don’t think it's fair to go completely unannounced.

“And you are very talented Hyunjin,” you say softly, a confession of sorts. “You wouldn’t have gotten the job otherwise.”

He doesn’t say anything to this, but you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush slightly, the faintest hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his lip.

“So don't feel bad, yeah?” You finish, even placing your hand over his own on the desktop, hoping it comes off as reassuring. “I'm sure another opportunity will come around for me.”

He pauses for a moment, staring down at your hand over top of his own. Gaze fluttering up to meet your eyes, he finally allows himself to fully smile. “Alright.”

“Good,” you say simply, giving his hand a small squeeze, before removing it entirely. You go to have a sip of your wine - the paper cup having been momentarily forgotten - but don’t miss the way your hand shakes slightly. Almost nervous, it seems. Strange.

The smile on Hyunjin’s face suddenly shifts from compassionate to playful. “So you think I’m talented, huh?”

You roll your eyes, finishing your sip before answering. “Amongst other far less kind things, sure.”

It’s almost automatic how his face falls, smile dissapaiting into a frown, eyes hollowing of the newfound joy.

Shit. This is really going to take some getting used to.

“Sorry, force of habit,” you add, quickly trying to recover your mistake. “But yeah, I do.”

He seems to regain his footing at this, that small smile returning to his lips once more, granting you a strange sense of relief. “I think you’re talented too,” he says quietly, almost shy.

“Thank you,” you reply, voice equally as gentle.

It takes about ten seconds of smiling at each other in silence for the moment to become awkward.

“I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this,” he blurts out quickly, face flushing a light shade of pink.

“At…?” You ask, not quite sure what he’s trying to get at.

“Ever since the promotion, I really haven’t had much time to myself,” he admits, leaning backwards in his chair. “So I’m a bit out of practice with the whole, you know, flirting thing.”

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait-

Flirting?

Is that…is that what he’s doing right now?

You stare at him, trying to get some tell that he might be joking. That this whole thing was just a game, that he’ll say sike, and then spill his cup of wine over your shirt and you can go back to the Hyunjin you know. The Hyunjin you somewhat despise, sure, but at least that irritation is comfortable. At least it’s familiar and something that you can understand.

This Hyunjin, the one that compliments you, tells you that you deserve his job more than he does, and flirts with you, he is anything but understandable.

To make matters even worse, you aren’t repulsed. The statement doesn’t make you uncomfortable nor grossed out, in fact, the reasoning behind your heart beginning to pound faster is what you can only label as excitement.

You truly must be losing it.

You must be, as instead of putting a stop to the conversation, to the entire night by leaving his office and going home, you indulge in it. “I get that, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date too.”

“Really?” He asks, clearly intrigued as he leans in a little closer, resting his chin in his palm. “How come?”

“Same sort of thing,” you reply honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Gahyeon, I really do. The job would not even be half as interesting without her, but for the last couple months I feel like I have to do double the work. She has to go wedding cake testing one night, or bridesmaid dress shopping the other, and I always pick up her shift or stay later to finish what she couldn’t get to. I care about her, so I don’t mind doing it, but it can be tiring. Plus Chan already expects me to do extra overtime on top of that, because it’s what I’ve been doing for two years straight, and that just doesn’t leave me with tons of free time.”

It feels a bit weird, talking to Hyunjin of all people about this, considering you haven’t mentioned it to anyone in the office before. But he listens attentively, eyebrows drawn together in understanding.

“I know that’s not exactly the same thing,” you clarify, clearing your throat as if to shake off the vulnerability of the statement. “Because I’m doing it to myself, and you have a lot more responsibility in your position, but-”

“No, don’t say that,” Hyunjin quickly cuts you off, and this time it’s him who reaches forward to take your hand. “You still work equally as hard as I do, hell honestly even more. You deserve better than that, it’s not fair to you.”

“Yeah, but what can I do?” You ask with a shrug, because really, there’s not much you can do about it. “I can’t stop working as hard, because Chan will see that as even less of a reason to promote me. And I hate to say it, but the dating world doesn’t exactly love a workaholic.”

He seems to consider this for a moment, before shaking his head in defiance.“Who cares about them?” He retorts, and you can’t deny it's sweet how much he seems to take offence on your behalf. “Being a workaholic means you’re ambitious. You're hardworking and dedicated. I mean, who doesn’t want that in a partner?”

You snort at this, because if only it were that simple. “You'd be surprised.”

Hyunjin doesn’t seem to accept this as a viable answer. “Maybe you just need someone who’s also a workaholic,” he offers, reaching to take a sip of his own wine. “Someone who gets it.”

You smile at this, raising an eyebrow jokingly. “What, do you want to date me?”

He doesn’t even hesitate a moment before answering. “Sure.”

You blink.

It’s as if you can feel your eyes monumentally widen, granting him an incredulous stare. “I was kidding,” you state in disbelief, ready for him to laugh at the look on your face. To explain that he was joking, and just wanted to get a reaction out of you.

Except that this moment never comes, as Hyunjin simply stares back at you, eyes equally as wide but for different reasons. You are shocked and confused, but he seems more like a deer caught in the headlights. As if he has been caught red-handed, revealed more than he meant to.

But instead of back-tracking, instead of making some sort of excuse and pretending it never happened, he takes a deep breath. Gaze shifting to the ground momentarily, as if to steady himself, before firmly looking back up to you.

“Well you know what, I wasn't,” he says, tone blunt. It’s not even a semblance of a shy or earnest confession, but rather a fact, and he does not refrain from delivering it as such.

“Hyunjin-” You begin, unsure of what you’re even going to say such a sudden and bold statement. Fortunately, you find you don’t have to bother figuring it out, as he immediately cuts you off.

“No, hear me out,” he starts, “We’re both workaholics, we’re intellectually compatible, we’re both attractive.”

You hate the fact that instead of attempting to argue this, you’re momentarily both taken aback and flattered by the fact that Hwang Hyunjin finds you attractive.

“We won't get annoyed if the other person has to pick up extra shifts or stay late,” he continues, not even stopping for a breath. “We have the same sense of humour-”

“Okay Hyunjin, I get it,” you cut in, feeling a tad overwhelmed.

Because really, is anything he’s saying wrong? No. Is it unfair or manipulated or just plain ridiculous? Also no.

But at the same time, it’s also Hyunjin.

“Come on,” he says, his tone finally shifting to become more soft, as he leans forward to take your hand once more. This time however, he doesn’t let go. “It's Valentine's Day, and we’re both here together. You even said you wouldn’t want to be somewhere else.”

Once again, true.

“Don’t you think that means something?” He pushes a little further, and you finally force your gaze to meet his eyes, which are practically glistening with sincerity.

Taking a deep breath, you decide not to confirm the question, but also not disagree with it either. The safest option.

“How are you even sure we’re compatible in that way?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Heart beating a mile per minute, palms clammy in a way they haven’t been in months, you can barely fathom how nervous you are in this moment.

Not a bad nervous. Not terribly nauseous, or a terrified sort of anxious, but for lack of a better term, it’s what you can only describe as butterflies.

And how long has it been since someone has given you those?

Hyunjin leans in a little closer, just a fraction of an inch, but you feel your breath halt sharply. He smiles. “Don’t you want to find out?”

“Yes,” your mind whispers, followed immediately by: “No you don’t, what the fuck?”

It doesn’t take a genius to know which one of those thoughts might hold a little more truth than the other.

“I don't know,” you answer, and after a moment of silence, you sigh. Hyunjin has been awfully honest, perhaps it’s time you try the same. “Ugh, maybe? But isn’t that crazy?”

“See, we’re both crazy,” he says, adding to the rather extensive list he’s created.

You can’t stop the laugh that escapes your lips at this, and his grin grows a little wider before he chuckles along with you. As it dies out, the quiet you are left with is full. Full of compassion, of confession, of the anticipation of what might happen next.

“Here let me propose an idea, and try not to freak out until I’m finished,” he says, waiting to continue until you give him the confirmation of a small nod. He inhales deeply. “Let me kiss you, and if there’s nothing there, you can leave and we can act like this never happened. We’ll just go back to being colleagues and tease each other like we always do, except this time it actually will be lighthearted.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he gently puts a hand up, indicating he’s not quite done yet. “And if there is something there, you’ll let me treat you to coffee after work on Thursday. And at a cafe, not the breakroom.”

Maybe you should say no. He’s a colleague, and one you’ve not so secretly disliked for over a year, at that. Sensibility states it’s not wise to date a coworker, so long as things don’t work out and you’re forced to see them again and again.

But your heart states that it’s Valentine’s Day, and your heart has never been the most sensible of influences. You’ve tossed the thought of relationships and the possibility of butterflies on the backburner for so long, what if you allowed yourself a little fraction of weakness?

After all, a kiss and maybe coffee afterwards isn’t too dangerous a proposition, is it?

Letting your gaze momentarily flicker down to the man’s lips, which remain drawn in that soft smile, you take a deep breath. “Okay,” you whisper, and he nods, although you don’t miss the way his eyes seem to glow a little brighter.

Slowly, he leans forward, so close that you allow your own eyes to flutter shut, the ghost of his breath hot against your face. You wait a moment, shuddering slightly, when you can feel him let out a chuckle.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and it’s blatantly obvious that he’s teasing you.

“You’re the worst,” you reply, although there is no seriousness behind the words. You’re about to reopen your eyes, when he suddenly leans forward fully, closing the remaining distance between the two of you.

The kiss is soft. Chaste, but also not lacking in compassion, as he leans in a little further to deepen it. His hand falls onto one of your own that rests on the desktop, fingers dusting against your knuckles. It’s all very tender, in a way you never expected of Hyunjin.

Not that you’re admitting to ever having imagined what kissing him might be like, of course.

He pulls away for a moment, eyes opening briefly. “Was that alri-”

But you don’t give him a chance to finish, because now that you’ve had a taste, you simply can’t imagine stopping.

“Just, shut up for a second,” you state, before leaning back to connect your lips once again. He allows his hand to trail up your arm with a bit more purpose this time, as if reassured by your confirmation. Settling on your shoulder, he pulls you in closer, the rhythm the two of you begin to settle into slowly escalating. A little more eager, as each kiss becomes more desperate than the next.

His lips taste of the wine you had earlier, a sweet and crisp flavour that you can’t help but internally thank Gahyeon for, as you chase after the high it gives you.

It’s sudden, how his other hand slips to wrap around your waist, pulling you upwards so that the two of you are standing. The chair you were sitting on rolls backwards, not so gracefully knocking into one of the office’s many filing cabinets, but neither of you pays much mind. Instead, Hyunjin takes the liberty of shifting you over, so that your lower back presses up against his office desk.

It’s not until now that you realize how genuinely tall the man is, as both of his hands fall on either side of you to rest on the desktop, closing you in.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispers into your mouth, and you can’t deny the way your chest warms at the statement, a strange sense of pride. At the same time, however, it is accompanied by surprise.

“Really?” You whisper back, and he nods, hand pulling back the collar of your shirt to reveal your neck and collarbone.

“Are you saying you haven’t thought about it?” He challenges, and your first thought is to immediately say no and deny it, just as you always have. But really, what good would that do you now?

“I have,” you answer honestly, taking in a deep breath as his lips begin to work their way down your jawline, approaching your neck. “It just wasn’t exactly like this.”

You have always thought Hyunjin was attractive, you aren’t blind. With long golden hair, plump lips, and a nice jawline, there is no denying that he’s pleasing to the eye. This of course didn’t change your inherent dislike towards him, but you suppose it also may have made it… manifest a little differently at times.

After all, hatred is a passionate emotion, and it’s not so difficult for the line between detestment and desire to blur. For those feelings to subconsciously manifest into something more. Something angry, and charged and deliciously wrong.

“Oh, yeah?” He smirks, only stopping for a moment, before continuing his trek downwards, nipping at the skin of your collarbone. “Tell me what it was like then.”

Breath hitching slightly has one of his hands trails down your waist, before resting awfully close to your inner thigh. “Fuck, yeah okay,” you murmer, barely above a whisper.

“We were here,” you breathe, and he hums at this, the curve of his smile pressing against the skin of your neck. “We were just in an argument.”

“Sounds like us,” he notes, moving his hand so that it actually does rest on your inner thigh. “What was the argument about?”

“I… I don’t remember,” you manage, and you don’t even bother attempting to figure it out, as imagining anything outside of the rushing in your ears and the excitement building in your chest seems beyond impossible at the moment.

“Affecting you that much, huh?” He teases, finally removing his mouth from your neck, bringing his head back so that his eyes can meet yours. They glint with mischief, and you find yourself both embarrassed, as well as a tad bothered in more ways than one.

“Shut up,” you murmur weakly, and he simply laughs before opening his mouth, surely to say something else that will affect you more than your liking. You don’t give him the chance however, as you once again connect your lips, letting your own hand wrap along his jaw, firmly pulling him into you.

He easily complies, before taking the initiative to go further, leaning you backwards over the desk. Now this is more similar to what you shamefully imagined, dirtier, far more risky and bold and something you certainly should not be doing in the office.

His computer is conveniently placed to the side, so long as you don’t mind the WENUS booklet that rests below your back - which you obviously don’t - there’s more than enough room as he lays you down, hand trailing downward along the shape of your figure.

Your mind whispers that this might be getting a tad out of hand, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the need coursing through you, that hunger for what might come next, for more. Voice of reason be damned, after all you’ve been listening to it far too much lately, let tonight be your one slip up.

That is, the voice of reason would have been forgotten, had it not taken the shape of a bottle of wine that sits haphazardly at the edge of the desk.

All it takes is for Hyunjin’s elbow to stray a little too far to the side, for the bottle to be tipped over. Unfortunately, it also doesn’t take the liberty of falling off the side of the desk and onto the floor, which would perhaps lead to a small stain on the carpet and nothing more.

No, instead it tips over onto the desk and the bottle cracks open, not shattering completely but rather into a few separate pieces of glass. The sparkling white liquid spreads across the desk top, and subvertly, the computer and keyboard.

It’s almost immediate how the heat of the moment transforms into a blind panic.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Hyunjin mutters, scrambling to grab the broken bottle before more wine can leak out and cause any extra damage.

Meanwhile, you sit yourself upward and off the desk, trying to ignore the fact that your back and shirt are now both soaking wet. Without another word, he disappears from the office, only to return with a stack of napkins you recognize from the lunchroom.

It takes the two of you all of only a few minutes to clean up the mess, the wine easily soaked up by the napkins, the computer and keyboard only having acquired a quick wiping to be fine, at least on the outside.

After a quick boot up by Hyunjin, the computer starts alright, the two of you letting out an equally relieved sigh. Both of your jobs pay fine money, but the thought of paying a couple grand to fix a company computer - not even considering the embarrassment regarding how exactly it got broken - isn’t exactly on your list of work goals.

“Is it okay?” You ask, and Hyunjin nods, giving you a soft smile.

“The computer seems fine,” he replies, before tapping a few random buttons on the keyboard, a frown playing across his lips. “But I think I’m going to need to invest in a new keyboard.”

“Bummer,” you state, which seems like a rather lame thing to say, but frankly it also could have been much worse than just the keyboard. Honestly, the two of you probably deserved a bit worse, so you can’t help but feel lucky.

Hyunjin sighs, standing up from the seat in front of the computer and walking over to stand beside you. Leaning against the desk, this time he is sure to take a glance behind himself to check that there’s nothing he might be in danger of knocking over “Bit of a mood-killer though, huh?” He states, and you snort.

Shifting yourself to stand in front of him, you go to redo his tie. “On the bright side,” you start, glancing up at him, only reveling slightly in the way he watches you intently, as your faces are only a few inches apart. “I think we can add that kind of compatibility to your list.”

“You think so?” He says, tone both a little surprised but happy all the same. It’s endearing, how his eyes light up with relief. “The wine disaster and panic didn’t tarnish the whole thing?”

“It would take a lot more to tarnish that, believe me,” you answer, finishing the knot of his tie before beginning to let go. “But I guess we’ll just have to continue this some other time, over coffee perhaps?”

Because honestly, you’d already mentally agreed to coffee before he even kissed you.

“Of course, I’d love that,” he starts sweetly, before suddenly taking hold of your wrist, grip gentle but firm. He smirks. “But if you want, we could also go to Chan’s office.”

You laugh, assuming the statement to be a joke, but Hyunjin simply raises an eyebrow. A challenge.

Surprisingly - and perhaps a little terribly, as well - you aren’t appalled by the idea. You’re more than willing to continue where you left off, and enacting what would be a little bit of revenge on Chan is almost too enticing.

It’s risky, unprofessional, and undeniably wrong on almost every level, but these are also the things that make it so incredibly tempting.

You hesitate for a moment, a wide grin spreading across your own lips. Tilting your head to the side, you look him up and down, analyzing. “You’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you?”

He chuckles at this, before mimicking you and tilting his own head to this side. “Only if you’re into it.”

And yeah, you’re a little into it.

“Okay,” you say with a smile, tugging lightly on the end of his tie as you make your way towards his office door, pulling him along with you. “Chan’s office it is.”

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psa: pls don’t fool around with anyone in your boss’ office. thank you <3

but anywho, thanks for reading everyone!! i hope you enjoyed, and if you did, feel free to come chat with me about any thoughts or feelings you may have.

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Hey I absolutely loved your writings!!! I saw that your requests were open and had an idea. Could you write a story about chris and actress reader (she’s in her 20s) They are at the james cordon show and are playing spill your guts or fill your guts. You can choose if they already know each other or not. But can you let it end where they end up being a couple or having a date or smt.

I also had the idea of chris and actress reader reading thirst tweets together. Just saw a lot of videos and thoughy it would be nice with chris too. You can chose if you wanna write both or not.

Thansk anyway ♥️

A/N: Hiya lovely! Thank you for putting a request in, i love both of them. However, i might only be able to do the Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts one, i hope that’s okay. I will be using a book called The Stopover by T L Swan as a book being made into a movie that reader and Chris will be starring in together. Although this book hasn’t been made into a movie, it has been in this fic.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Age gap romance! But other than that, no other warnings. All fluff and wholesome shit, enjoy.

Word Count: 3,000

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit goes to @chrisevansedits go check them out!

Who Knows?

Around the first time you met Chris Evans, you were new in the business, the industry of acting. It was hard to settle in at first, being that everyone on the current movie set had been working together for years, so when it came down to making friends, you definitely struggled. But that’s when Chris did the most to include you, to make you feel welcome and it worked. You felt right at home, as though these were people you’d known your whole life.

But along with gratitude for Chris and his kind hearted gestures, came a crush, a very big one. And sure, you’re not a kid, you’ve had relationships, both purely physical and romantic/serious. You’ve had crushes too, most of which faded over time. But Chris, now that’s a crush you’ve harboured since that first hello. And it’s dangerous territory, simply because he’s 40, you’re just a week shy of your 28th birthday. So there’s the age gap, the 12 year age gap. And also the knowledge that there are some projects in the making, projects you already know will require you to work alongside Chris again. Despite promoting your most recent project currently.

Many actors have formed romantic connections whilst working together, it’s bound to happen, you’re all human after all, but you pride yourself on your professionalism. However, when it comes to Chris, it all melts away like ice in the Sahara desert. You feel your resolve dissipating at the mere sight of the man, you’re a fool. This much is true.

So in promotion for your recent movie ‘The Stopover’ a movie adaptation of the book of the same name by T.L Swan, yourself and your co-star Chris are appearing on the Late Late Show with James Cordon.

And as you sit comfortably on the couch next to James with Chris to your left, the makeup artist starts to touch up your lipstick whilst James prepares for the next segment. The one you’ve been dreading.

You were informed prior to today that you’d be playing a game called Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts, with Chris and James. A game you are more than familiar with, yet one that scares you to death. Mostly because the questions can be anything from rank your previous co-stars kisses from best to worst all the way to James asking you to list your celebrity crushes.

Much like Forest Gump and that box of chocolates, the questions could be anything, you never know what you’re gonna get.

Once you’re given the 5 minute countdown, you make your way over to the table, waiting on the cue to begin.

As the cameras start rolling again, you swallow your anxiety and keep it in for the sake of looking less terrified.

“Hi and welcome back to The Late Late Show, i’m your host James Cordon and as you can see i’m still joined by the stars of new romance movie The Stopover. Chris Evans and Y/F/N everyone give it up for these two. Now, we’re going to spice things up a little with a game i like to call”

The overhead announcement rasps out “Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts”

This is it, you suppose.

James runs over the rules quickly before deciding that he’ll go first to get the ball rolling.

He takes a peak at the card in his hand and then loses all control, his laughter fills you with even more dread, especially knowing the question is going to be directed at you as that’s the order you’re going in.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting ever since you were 18 and your first movie was an appearance in The Avengers, the first movie starring six of earths mightiest heroes. Rank the actors playing these heroes from your favourite to least favourite?”

Okay, that’s an easy one.

“Nice and easy to start off with” James chuckles, awaiting your response.

The audience cheer to encourage you, or so you think, but as you glance at James, he winks at the crowd to signal this is just to ease you in.

“Hm, let me think!” you ponder it for a couple seconds, but as you do so, James turns the table so that the bird saliva is right in front of you “if you can’t answer, i’m afraid i’ll have to say Bon Appétit” his smirk riles you in the best way.

You continue to wind everyone up, including James by threatening to make him have the bird saliva before answering.

“RDJ, Hemsworth, Scarlett, Mark, Evans and lastly Jeremy” your smug self sits back with a smile from ear to ear, your head turning to face the audience as they cheer you on. Whereas Chris just shakes his head laughing, his smile making you feel all warm inside as you shuffle in your seat excitedly.

“Now the game has really started” you pick up a card, turning to Chris to ask the question, your cheeky laugh alarms him, reminding him just exactly what game he’s playing.

“Christopher” you tease, holding the card close to your chest “Y/N”

Oh but the way he says your name, the way it falls so easily and heavenly off of his tongue. It’s like you’re fully aware of how you lose yourself in your crush on him, but you love it, you love the torture of never making a move. In a way you’ve kind of already decided he’d never want you, and you’ve written it off without even trying. Mostly due to the fact that you were only 18 when you first met Chris, surely he’d only ever see you as a friend...or so you think.

God, you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve gone back and forth with yourself over making a move on Chris, or if it would only lead to hurt. But do you really want to have regrets? Not exactly.

“You’ve had your fair share of love interests in the duration of your acting career thus far. Rate the following actresses on the their kissing skills and who you enjoyed kissing the most to who you enjoyed least” a loud ‘oooooo’ sounds from the audience as you dance in your seat, enjoying the way Chris is currently squirming. “The options are as follows... Myself, Michelle Dockery, Ana Farris, Michele Monaghan and Alice Eve”

He rests his head in his hands, peaking through his fingers to spy what rancid option is up for him to eat, should he opt out of answering.

The dish of choice, well, your choice, is the cod sperm. The audience make disgusted sounds as they smile at how Chris reacts to it. He scrunches his eyes closed in horror.

“I mean that cod sperm looks delicious, Evans” you wink as he rolls his eyes at you “could always just opt out” your way of pushing him into answering.

Although you’re anxious to hear his answer, you’re also wishing your feelings away in this moment. Rejection is all you’ve ever known, you’ve never been the one who was wanted and you’ve never been the first choice for guys. So everyone could basically assume you’ve not got the most amount of confidence. And they’d be right. But you’ve gotten better at faking it..faking it until you make it, right?

A long and never ending deep breath later and Chris sits upright, prepared to answer.

“In order of who i enjoyed kissing the most to the least, Y/N, Alice Eve, Michelle Dockery, Michele Monaghan and Ana Faris. But all women are great kissers, and dear friends of mine” the crinkles at the sides of his eyes causes you to silently swoon. God his smile, you could look at him smiling all day long.

He’s heaven in human form.

Who would have known when you first met Chris, that all these years later, you’d be doing a steamy romance movie with him and have a high flying crush on him. Because you certainly didn’t see this one coming. Sure, he’s a looker-well, he’s a lot more than just a looker, and you’ve had a crush for years but it’s bloomed into something you never thought possible. At first you didn’t see it as anything more than just you being a teenager with an admiration for the man. But now it’s clear it was never just that.

“Well i guess i should thank you, Evans. But also let’s swiftly move on” you feel the heat start in your chest, creeping its way up to your neck and eventually your face, leaving your mouth open as you try to hide your flustered state, however, James already noticed.

“Looks like someone is embarrassed” he comments, under his breath of course, but everyone still hears.

You barely manage to glance over at Chris, praying his eyes are elsewhere, but surprise surprise, his ocean eyes are boring right into yours. And suddenly you’re being stripped bare for the entire world to see, or at least that’s how it feels, that’s the power of his stare. Goosebumps cover your entire body, even the parts that are covered, arousal forms in your panties, leaving you unable to speak, you’re not even sure you’re breathing properly.

As you start to think that perhaps you should look away, you’re immediately forced back to reality, where Chris’s focus is solely on James as he picks up the card that holds the next question.

However, your mind is elsewhere the entire time. To put it bluntly, the lights are on but no one is home. All that you want is to feel his eyes on you again, to feel his undivided attention.

The seconds tick by and you feel like you’re floating in a hazy state, aware of your surroundings yet uninterested.

Before filming this latest movie with Chris, you felt more on a platonic level with him, that the line between romance and friendship was too thick to cross, that you could never even attempt to do so. Whereas after filming, you know the line is thin, way too thin that it’s almost too hard to notice when you’re crossing it sometimes. During filming, Chris was a lot more flirtatious on set, in between takes, during rest days and over text. It was a lot but you welcomed it with open arms, mostly due to fear, because you weren’t entirely sure how long this new in between with Chris would last. So you chose to embrace it. But to your surprise, he kept up with this change in demeanour way after filming ended.

The next few rounds come and go, luckily you haven’t had to eat any of the rancid options on the table, James had to eat the bug trifle being as he didn’t want to answer some question regarding his crew on The Late Late Show. Chris had to eat the giant water scorpion after being unable to answer your question to him about which movie of his he thinks is the worst. You already know he’d feel too guilty about answering something like that.

James wraps up the segment before then wrapping up the remainder of the show by introducing a performance by the singer of your movies main song, Shawn Mendes with the song ‘Fallin’ All In You’

A favourite of yours regardless of it being on the soundtrack to your new movie.

The camera pans over too the other stage to Shawn as he starts to play his guitar, the introduction to the song.

You remain seated in your chair, with the crew members removing your microphone as well as Chris’s but as they do so, you decide to look over at him and once again, his focus is solely on you. His intense stare is enough to cause any confident woman to crumble.

You’re losing yourself in his eyes too, unable to stop it in it’s tracks.

James rises to his feet after Shawn finishes singing, whilst yourself and Chris cheer for him, he’s a talented guy, ridiculously so. You’re a huge fan of his, if that wasn’t at all obvious. The second you knew he was going to be doing the main song for the movie, you freaked out, admittedly. It was both embarrassing and funny. Chris just found it endearing.

Once your mics are off, you make your way over to hug Shawn, greeting him as well as issuing a compliment on his performance, to which he smiles and thanks you before congratulating the two of you on the upcoming premier that’s occurring tomorrow night. The event everyone has been talking about.

Chris thanks him before everyone makes their way back to their dressing rooms.

You settle in your chair, everything has been gathered together by your assistant but you’re taking a couple minutes to respond to some texts. As you’re doing so, there’s a knock at your door. You wonder who that could be.

The door opens to reveal Chris standing there anxiously, he looks at you through his long eyelashes, making your stomach flutter.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Could we have a moment to talk, please?” he asks, polite as ever.

Your assistant naturally excuses herself to give the two of you more privacy whilst Chris takes a seat next to you on the couch. Your stomach starts performing backflips, clearly thinking it’s a gymnast.

“I don’t know how to say this, so i think the best way to say it is to just come out with it” he breathes “i like you, Y/N, i like you a lot. And that thought alone has bugged me for so long, way longer than i’d ever care to admit. But after tonight i just felt like if i didn’t say anything then i’d burst”

Your whole body freezes, did he really just say what you think he just said? Evidently so, being as Chris looks at you with sad eyes, taking your silence as rejection.

Your body chooses the perfect time to wake up.

“I like you too, god. I’ve waited a long time to say that. I guess a huge part of me was unsure due to the fact that i’ve known you since i was 18, i didn’t expect things to ever get to this place. I just second guessed myself constantly”

A weight clearly lifts from the both of you, the air feels fresher, clearer, as does your minds. The goodness that can come from speaking the truth is incredible. It’s like it was never ever going to be difficult yet the two of you overthought the entire thing, tricked your minds into thinking the other one wouldn’t feel the same. But you’re glad he made that first move to confess his feelings.

“When did you start feeling this way?” you inquire, hesitantly.

“I liked you prior to filming The Stopover, but after we began filming, it solidified everything and i’ll admit i was scared, but i’m glad i feel this way. You make me laugh, you make me feel calm. And to be perfectly honest, i feel like deep down in your soul, there’s no age gap whatsoever. Everything has come so naturally”

You watch his lips move, hear the words tumble out one by one and you can’t help the way your heart beats faster.

“I wish i could say i haven’t had the most pathetic crush on you since i was 18 but i want to be truthful. At first i brushed it off, but over the years it’s gotten bigger and tonight, there was just something different, something exciting that made me want to tell you how i’ve been feeling”

There could be a million guys in this room and your eyes would still be on his, he’s the only man you’ve ever had a clear view off for years, everyone else is merely a irrelevant blur.

“Well that was all easier than i expected it to be” you laugh, trying to make light of your foolishness.

“It was, we’ve managed to turn something simple into something complicated so quickly. It’s safe to say we’re not great at this stuff” he laughs too, your favourite sound.

“So my age is not an issue?” the elephant in your mind, something that’s held you back from saying a word to him, you have to know.

The way he shrugs and shakes his head, so calmly, he didn’t even stop to think about it. It fills you with relief.

“Not at all. I’ve always felt that age is a number, and we’re both adults, aren’t we? Surely we deserve the right to explore whatever this is”

He has a point, why were you worried about the age gap, when he has never seen it as an issue?

“So, where do we go from here, do w-”

“I’d like the chance to take you on a date, we can see where this could go, only if you’d like to, i’d never pressure you”

A true gentleman all over, you’re swooning.

You smile softly, reaching your hand to grasp his, to which he turns them over and intertwines his fingers with yours “well?”

“I’d love to”

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

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"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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ohpuckthat · 2 years

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Special Occasion… (William Nylander)

A/N just a little something something for those who don’t necessarily love Valentine’s Day ❤️

During hockey season, arriving home to an empty home has become routine. Will did everything in his power not to miss important dates but sometimes, he had no choice. Our anniversary is during the summer but both of our birthdays sometimes fall on game day. I've also learned not to put any expectations on holidays. Especially not Valentine’s Day. That, however, wasn't specifically about Will.

I had never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Even in elementary school where everyone in the class got a dinky card from everyone, it just wasn't for me. I didn't have a horrible childhood or a traumatic event that caused my distaste for the day. All previous partners I've been with didn't really care that I didn't want to celebrate Valentine's Day. However, Will was different.

Will wanted to celebrate every little thing. I found it cute. He chalked it up to this being his first “real” relationship. Honestly, I think he’s always been like this. This is just the first time he’s been able to do everything he wanted. Our first Valentine’s Day together was not panning out how he would have liked. The odds were already against us as he started a road trip with the Leafs and would be in Seattle on February 14th.

“Hi, lover!” I smiled when he answered the FaceTime call.

“Hi, hun. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well. The beds starting to feel a little empty.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He frowned.

“Hey, no frowning today. It’s the day of love.” I teased, knowing he would rather be right next to me relaying all of the plans he had for the day.

“It is the day of love. Did you just wake up or have you been up and around?”

“I woke up a while back but I haven’t gotten out of bed yet. I’m trying to see if I can manifest a cup of coffee. So far, no dice.” I joked, hearing his laugh float through the speakers.

“I think you might want to get up…” He smirked, a giddy smile overtaking his face.

“What have you done?” I asked, getting out of bed and slowly making my way out. Walking out to the main room, nothing seemed out of place.

“Check outside.” He said, seeing the confusion on my face. I nodded, walking over and opening the door. Just outside was a basket full of wine, chocolate, and flowers with a few heart-shaped balloons attached.

“How did you manage this?” I asked, carrying the basket in and placing it on the kitchen counter.

“I have my ways.”

“You are amazing.” I smiled, setting up my phone so I was still in frame as I prepared the flowers to put in a vase. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do. I would much rather be there to bring you for an amazing dinner and then bring you home to show you how much I love you but you know.”

“I do. But you know that we don’t need a made-up holiday to have a nice dinner and a little bit of fun.”

“But that’s what happens on Valentine’s Day. I get to pamper you.”

“Will, you pamper me on a regular basis. You bring me flowers on a Tuesday just because. You make every day feel like a special occasion.” I smiled, feeling the smile get even bigger when there was a knock on his door.

“Sorry love. I don’t know who that is.” He sighed, getting out of bed and making his way towards the hotel door. He looked through the peek hole before turning his focus back to me. “There’s no one there.”

“Did you get ding dong ditched?” I asked, hoping he’d open the door.

“I don’t know.” He said, swinging the door open. The confused frown quickly turned into a smile when he looked down. “How did you manage this?”

“I have my ways.” I winked back as he carried the basket I had tasked Mitch to put together for me. “Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

“I love you.”

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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Six (Harry Styles)

a/n: LAST PART OMG!! im a little emotional this story has come to its end but it already ended up like twice as long as i planned it to be haha! thank you so much for reading and loving the story, it means so much to me and i loved seeing your reactions as the plot developped! i hope you guys will be happy with the ending our pair got and i can’t wait to read your thoughts about the series as a whole!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 14.8k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

Waking up next to Harry is probably your most favorite thing in the entire world right now and you’ve been able to experience it every morning since you dropped Izzy off at Anne’s. You’re missing her like crazy and can’t wait to have her back, but part of you is desperate to stretch these days as long as possible, because you’re not sure if Harry will be comfortable with you sleeping in his room once his little one is back under the roof.

It’s always the same, yet you can’t get enough of it. Harry grumbles as he turns the alarm off, snuggles back to you for just a few minutes before he forces himself to take a shower. In the meantime you start breakfast and his coffee waits for him ready by the time he joins you in the kitchen. You eat together, sometimes talking, sometimes just silently enjoying each other’s presence and it’s the perfect way to start your days.

Then Harry is off to work and you go for whatever shooting you had planned for the day. Luckily, you’ve been keeping yourself busy. If your day ended early, you always found something else to do, you picked Trevor up another time and also managed to have lunch with Harry on Thursday which was such a nice change, even if it was just eating takeout in his office because you were in the neighborhood and he had some time to see you.

Now it’s Friday and you’re spending it with some editing and eventually packing, since you’re leaving to the countryside for Sarah and Mitch’s wedding when Harry comes home. You’ve been looking forward to this weekend all week, you had a few phone calls with Sarah and the two of you hit it off quite well, you can’t wait to finally attend the wedding. And also because Harry is coming with you, so it’ll be a kind of weekend getaway even though the two of you have been alone home all week.

Harry runs a little late from work so you leave about an hour later than you planned, but it’s all good, since nothing is planned for the evening, you just wanted to be at the location on time. It’s going to be a small wedding, nothing extra and it’s held in an inn near the beach, the perfect spot in your opinion, especially because even the weather seems to be celebration the occasion and it won’t be raining cats and dogs.

Heather: A double date? I don’t know, who’s the guy?

You’re texting Heather in the car and you finally bring up the possibility of going on a double date with Niall.

Y/N: Photo attachment

Y/N: He is a cool guy, I think you would like him!

Heather: He surely is hot! Alright, we’ll see. Anyway, have fun with your super hot and rich boyfriend this weekend! Tell me all about the wedding next week!

Y/N: Thanks!

Your eyes scan over the word boyfriend. You didn’t want to correct her and tell her that you are not boyfriend and girlfriend, just dating, because you kind of enjoy the thought of being an official item. It’s been just a few weeks since it all started and you know that Harry needs to take things in his own pace, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like to play with the thought.

You’re aching to finally call him your boyfriend or what’s better, hear him call you his girlfriend. The thought of calling this man yours is making you go nuts but you need to be patient with him. He has gone through so much change lately, you can’t let your silliness ruin it for the both of you.

It’s late by the time you arrive to the Inn and you both feel exhausted from the ride so you want nothing else than to get a good night sleep before the wedding tomorrow.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Sarah greets the two of you when you walk into the Inn. She envelopes you in a warm hug before doing the same with Harry. IN the meanwhile, Mitch has also appeared and he greets you with a short hug as well before giving a brotherly hug to Harry. “Had a safe ride?”

“Yeah, everything went fine,” you nod smiling.

“Great. Well, here is your room key, made sure you two are getting one of the larger rooms,” Sara smiles slyly, but you’re taken aback by something else.

“We’re sharing a room?” you ask turning to Harry, who seems nervous about your question, though it wasn’t your intention to make him ashamed in any kind of way.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, Sarah asked me this week which room I want and I told her we would be sharing… Is that okay? We-we could ask for a room for you as well if y—“ “Harry,” you chuckles softly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I would love to share, I just wasn’t expecting you to want to do the same is all,” you tell him and you can see the relief in his eyes instantly.

You talk over a few things with Sarah before taking your stuff up to the room and calling it a night. Harry takes a shower first in the small bathroom that’s joined to your room and in the meantime you hang your dress up so it doesn’t get too wrinkly by the morning. Then you just get all your equipment done, making sure everything is full and loaded for the big day tomorrow. When Harry is done you take your turn and the hot shower feels nice, quite relaxing. Walking out you find Harry lying in bed, typing on his phone, he smiles up at you when you join him in bed.

“My mum sent me this. They went to the park today.” He turns the screen towards you and a photo of Izzy is shown with ice-cream all over her face, grinning happily into the camera.

“She could literally live on ice-cream,” you chuckle, making yourself comfortable under the sheets.

“And gummy bears,” Harry chuckles before locking his phone and putting it to the side table. He is quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his side and you smile as you snuggle to him, enjoying the heat of his body. “Good night, love,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Good night, H,” you softly reply before letting yourself drift to sleep within seconds.

You already have a lot of experience with weddings and no matter how big or small it is, the day is always a little bit chaotic, everyone is all over the place, there’s no time for just messing around, especially for you.

Following a nice breakfast with Harry on the tiny balcony that’s connected to your room, you are forced to part since Harry is supposed to be with all the other guys, getting ready in the room that’s reserved for Mitch, while you kind of need to be everywhere at the same time, but you obviously spend the most time with Sarah, wanting to capture all her best moments.

Sometime around noon you get about an hour off while everyone else is getting lunch and Harry texts you to join him on the mole down the beach that runs just below the inn. When you arrive he is already sitting on one of the old wood benches with a pizza box on his lap.

“Hey,” you smile softly and leaning down you peck his lips quickly before joining him on the bench.

“The boy ordered pizza and I got one for us too, hope it’s okay.”

“Of course, I didn’t even think about lunch until you texted,” you chuckle as he settles the box between the two of you and you both take a slice.

“So how are the photos coming up so far?”

“Good, I’ll have a ton of editing to do, but I think they will like the outcome.”

“Can I have a sneak peek of them?” he smirks playfully, but you shake your head.

“No, the first ones to see them will be Sarah and Mitch, sorry,” you chuckle as he pouts his lips at you, but goes back to his slice right after.

You both are just enjoying the quiet for a little, having had a busy day so far, exchanging very few words, but it’s still a nice time spent together. It is just the two of you until a guy approaches you on the mole.

“Hey guys! Mitch wondered where you went, H,” he smirks down at Harry before his eyes land on you. He is tall, but not as tall as Harry, rocking a noticeable beard and he is wearing the same outfit as Harry: maroon pants with a crispy white dress shirt. “Oh, you’re the photographer, right?” he smiles at you.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,” you answer nicely, holding out a hand for him.

“I’m Landon, Mitch’s cousin,” he nods with a charming smile. “Sorry for interrupting your lunch guys. Just wanted to let you know that Mitch wants to do a round of shots when everyone’s back,” he chuckles.

“He is gonna be so hammered,” Harry chuckles shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon, thanks Landon.”

“No worries. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he smiles at you before turning around and walking back to the inn. You catch Harry’s eyes for a moment and you have a guess what he is thinking about. Landon seemed to like you, with his flirty smiles and friendly introduction, he was surely thinking about shooting his shot, but he might not know that you’re dating Harry.

However he doesn’t say anything, just continues to eat his lunch in silence and quite frankly, you forget about Landon’s existence pretty fast.

After lunch it gets a bit hectic. The ceremony is starting at 3, so you don’t have much time left. You do the first look reveal thing and this time their son, James is included in it, which is honestly such a pure moment and capturing it feels like a privilege.

Soon enough the guests are starting to arrive and you quickly run up to the room to change into your dress. Most of the time you are not required to dress up for the job, but you like to blend into the crowd so you usually choose to wear a nice dress and you’re doing the same this time as well. You’ve brought a pastel yellow satin dress that teases a little cleavage, and you pair it with a cream colored cardigan, creating a simple but still elegant look for the rest of the day. You’re fixing your makeup in a hurry when the door opens and Harry walks in.

He immediately stops in his tracks upon seeing you in front of the mirror, his eyes traveling down the lengths of your body, a stunned expression adorning his handsome features.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were… in here,” he mumbles and you can see the blush forming on his cheeks. “You look… You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you chuckle softly. He takes a few steps closer to you and reaching up he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of delicate touch on the side of your face.

Leaning down his lips hover over yours for a moment, as if he was giving you the chance to pull back, but who are you to deny anything from Harry Styles? So when you stay in place, he finally presses his lips to yours in a slow and tender kiss filled with passion. His hands cup your face in his and you bring yours up to wrap around his wrists as you kiss him back, already craving more than just a kiss.

But it feels like you are not the only one growing hungrier with the seconds, one of Harry’s hands wander down to your butt and you feel his palm’s warmth through the thin layer of your dress, though you wish there was nothing between his skin and yours. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, pushing you backwards you hate to break the moment, but there’s no time for any funny business. So painfully, but you pull back, already missing his lips on yours.

“I would really love to continue this, but I need to be with Sarah in about three minutes,” you chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I need to get back to Mitch too,” he sighs, pecking the corner of your mouth before his arms fall from around you.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” you smile up at him, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah,” he smiles with a boyish smile before you part ways again.

All through the ceremony you are kind of all over the place, trying to get the best shots, you don’t have much time to spare. Sarah’s entrance with her dad and James walking down the aisle is so beautiful and you get some amazing shots of Mitch’s emotions upon seeing his future wife. They tell their vows, touching every guest with their sweet words to each other and then they finally say ‘I do’ and become husband and wife.

You snap a series of photos of that moment as well, but then you allow yourself to peek over at Harry who is already watching you with a soft smile. You can feel yourself blushing, his gaze is warm but also quite intimidating in this sentimental moment.

And then the party finally starts. You try to follow the newly weds around as much as possible, but you also get around the tent, shooting pictures of the guests as well. You only get to have a few moments with Harry, because either you need to rush off or sometimes someone finds him and wants to have a few words. He is quite popular among the guests, but it’s no surprise. You’d want to have the chance to talk to him too if you saw him.

“Have you even had a bite yet?” A male voice calls out for you when you’re trying to sneak from one point to the other. Glancing over your shoulder you see Landon with a drink in his hand.

“I’ll eat later. The dance is about to happen so I need to be ready for that,” you smile at him.

“Mitch told me they found a really good photographer, but he surely forgot to mention how devoted you are. I’m excited to see the photos.”

“Thanks, I’m trying my best,” you chuckle.

“Save me a dance later?”

“Oh, um, sure,” you nod with a nervous chuckle. “But I really gotta go now,” you excuse yourself before he could even get another word out.

As you slalom between the tables you spot Harry sitting at one of them and he is staring at Landon from across the room, a not too friendly look plastered across his face. You wonder if he has seen you talking to him and now he is feeling jealous or if you’re just seeing things. But you don’t have much time to ponder on it, work is calling you.

As the happy couple share their first dance, soon enough more and more guests join them and you’re standing at the side, snapping the cute dance partners slow dancing to the music with Sarah and Mitch in the middle. You’re adjusting the settings on your camera, when a tall figure appears in front of you.

“May I have a dance?” Harry asks, holding out a hand for you like a true gentleman.

“Oh, I should—“

“If you are about to say you should be taking pictures, the bride told me to ask you,” he tells you with a soft chuckle and as your eyes fall on Sarah, she is smiling in your way happily, nodding her approval to get off duty for just a little.

“Then, I would love to,” you smile shyly, taking Harry’s hand as he takes you to the dance floor. Placing his hands to your waist he pulls you close to him while you rest your arms around his neck, swaying to the rhythm very gently.

“I always get a little emotional at weddings,” he confesses with a small smile.

“Yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I just… love seeing people in love. Especially when they are my friends,” he adds chuckling.

“It really is a nice thing.”

Harry pulls you tighter against him, his cheek pressing against the side of your head and you let your eyes fall closed for a few seconds, enjoying this moment with him. He starts to softly him the song and his voice flows through your ears smoothly, you’re in awe how good his voice is. He never told you he is a good singer too above being an amazing producer.

When the song ends some couples stay, but some make their way off the dance floor and you have to get back to your job as well. Leaning back you squeeze Harry’s arm as his hands fall from your frame too.

“Save a slice from the cake for me,” you smile at him and he nods with a smirk.

“I will. I’ll have it ready for you at the table.”

You place a short kiss to his cheek before you disappear from his sight, leaving him alone again.

The night carries on as usual, sometime after dinner your phone dies so you leave it on the charger up in your room before running back down. The party starts to unfold as the time passes, more drinks are being consumed and this is kind of your secret favorite part, because the more people drink, the more they are willing to pose for funny pictures. This is the time that births the best group photos, in your opinion.

Though you are having an amazing time, you can feel yourself growing tired. When it’s finally cake time you take some time off to sit with Harry who saved you a slice, just as you asked him. It’s nice to have a breather, just enjoy the evening with him by your side again.

“Mm, didn’t know you could eat icing without getting it all over my face,” you tease him, referring back to the time you made such a mess out of the kitchen when you tried to make cupcakes for him.

“Very funny,” he narrows his eyes at you, before dipping his finger into the icing and wiping it onto your nose.

“Hey!” you pout at him, cleaning it up, but he just smirks at you playfully before pecking your lips shortly. It’s the first time he is kissing you in with so many people around and it surely makes you giddy, knowing that he is not trying to hide you in any way.

Weddings are a lot of fun, but they always stretch so long. The party can last till the morning sometimes and you can’t just decide to call it a night and stop doing your job, you need to be there until the DJ shuts the music off and all guests disappear. And it seems like this wedding won’t be any shorter either.

It’s already past midnight when you decide to sneak out for a short break. You’ve been on your feet for way too long and you stole some food too. You hesitated if you should sit back to your table, but you felt like you could use some quiet so you left the tent and found a bench nearby.

As you sit and eat the food you snatched from the buffet table, you hope the party won’t last until the Sun comes up. You get so into your own little world that you almost don’t even notice the approaching tall figure.

“Having a break, huh?” Landon calls out as the gravel crunches under his fancy dress shoes.

“Ah, yeah. I needed a few minutes away from the music,” you chuckle softly. Landon stops in front of you and hides his hands in his pockets as he blinks down at you with tired looking eyes. It might be from the long night, but you are guessing the drinks he’s been consuming don’t help his energy either.

“May I say that you look really pretty? I haven’t been to many weddings yet, but the photographers went for the more comfortable look since they are not on the photos, but you chose to glam yourself.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle softly. “I like to blend into the guests.”

“Well, you don’t blend in this way either, because you look prettier than most women in that tent,” he compliments you and you’re starting to feel awkward. It’s not that you don’t like it when someone is talking highly of you, but it’s obvious what Landon wants and you are definitely not on the same page.

“Um, thank you.”

“I’m sorry if I come off too brash or pushy, but I promised myself I would never miss a chance to compliment a pretty woman when I see one.”

“That’s nice, but I’m afraid I’m not the right person to spend your energy on,” you answer with a tight-lipped smile. Landon narrows his eyes at you, but keeps his playful manner.

“So you don’t find me good-looking, is that it?” he teases and you shake your head with a soft chuckle.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

“Then you like to break hearts, right? You must enjoy making men fall for you,” he carries on with his little joke and just as you’re about to speak up to tell him you are seeing someone, Harry’s familiar deep voice interrupts the conversation.

“There you are, I’ve been calling you.” He is talking to you, but his eyes are clearly glued to the man standing in front of you.

“Oh, my phone is in the room, I had to charge it,” you tell him.

“What are you guys doing out here?” he asks, clearly not liking the situation, you and Landon alone outside with no one else around. Jealousy is dripping from his eyes that appear so much darker now in the dim lighting.

“I’ve been dumped by this amazing woman right here,” Landon sighs dramatically and Harry cocks an eyebrow at him before glancing over at you.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, she is clearly not interested in me, my charm didn’t work on her,” he laughs lightheartedly.

“I hope it didn’t because she is my girlfriend,” Harry answers simply and your lips part at what he just called you.

Landon stumbles back, his smile quickly vanishes from his face as he stares back at Harry. You feel like you’re watching some kind of documentary movie where male animals are trying to win over the female, only that Landon stands no chance in this situation, but you find it quite funny.

“Man, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know!” he apologizes right away as he realizes why Harry has been kind of spicy around him. Landon then faces you. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make it awkward and all that, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you smile at him nicely. He mumbles something about checking up on Mitch before walking away, leaving you and Harry alone. He joins you on the bench, staring after Landon for a few moments before turning to face you. A much softer expression is showing on his face this time.

“So, you just called me your girlfriend,” you point out, trying your best to hold your growing smirk back.

“I, uhh—I did, didn’t I?” he chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out, because I didn’t like how Landon was trying to chat you up all night…”

“So you didn’t…. You didn’t mean it?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows, feeling yourself growing disappointed.

“Well, I… I mean, I didn’t mean to say it like that, without discussing it with you, but… I would love to call you my girlfriend,” he admits shyly and you can’t believe that this nervous man next to you is the same man who owns a record label and manages his million dollars business every day without a problem.

“I like the sound of that,” you smirk, leaning closer to him so your noses are almost touching.

“Yeah?” he smiles, a lot more relieved and playfully than he was a moment ago.

“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip. You blindly put your plate to the side before cupping his face in both of your hands and pulling him in for a kiss, your first one as boyfriend and girlfriend. Part of you feels silly that it makes you so ecstatic, like you’re a high school girl, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

What starts as a sweet and innocent kiss quickly turns into something more, something heated. When Harry’s hands find your bare thighs and they slightly slide under your dress you can’t help but yearn for more, pulling him closer as your tongues meet. Your fingers lace through his curls, tugging on them gently and you’re fighting the urge to throw a leg over him and just sit on his lap straddling him. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, you have to stop him for the second time today, not that you wanted to do it anytime, but the time and place hasn’t been right.

“We can’t…” you sigh, pulling back even though every fiber in your body is telling you otherwise. Harry lets out a long sigh, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I know.”

“But hopefully, the party will end soon and then we will be all alone in our room,” you smirk at him slyly and it brings back the shine into his eyes.

“I can’t wait,” he mumbles before kissing you one last time.

From that moment, Harry lingers around you at all times for the rest of the night. He is always either right by your side, or within a few feet away from you, keeping an eye on you, but not in an obsessive and intrusive kind of way. His eyes are filled with lust every time you share a look at each other and you can tell he can’t wait for the party to finally be over. Whenever he is next to you, he makes sure to touch you in any kind of way. Placing his palm to the small of your back, your arm or your hips, or when you sit next to each other he rests his hand on your thigh or knee without hesitation. And you are loving all the affection you are being showered with.

By the time the wedding officially ends and you can finally call it a night, you are both touch starved and hungry for each other. Harry pulls you against him on the stairs up to your room, not even giving a damn that you are still out in the public. His mouth attacks you hungrily, kissing you anywhere he can reach as the two of you stumble up your way to the room.

Pushing the door open you basically fall inside, giggling against Harry’s lips as he shuts the door closed and presses you up against it, making you gasp at the action. He is so much more demanding and confident than the last time you shared an intimate moment and though you’re not sure how far he is planning to go, you know you are ready to give him anything he desires.

“As much as I love this dress on you, it needs to go,” he playfully smirks as his hands bunch your dress up on your thigh before grabbing it and pulling it off your body, leaving you only in your underwear so fast.

Your lips find his as your fingers work fast on the buttons of his shirt while you inch further into the room towards the bed. You both kick your shoes off on the way and when you fall to the mattress Harry’s shirt is already gone. He climbs above you as you sink into the way too many pillows and you blindly throw a few off the bed to give you more space. Harry licks into your mouth one last time before he moves down your neck and collarbones, peppering your heated skin with his kisses, his hands already sliding under your back to unclasp your bra. Arching your back you give him space to do the task on hand and a few moments later you are lying under him with your chest completely bare. His name falls from your lips as a whimper when his mouth comes in contact with your left nipple, kissing, licking and sucking on it while his hand kneads your other breast before he switches, giving both sides the same amount of attention. Your fingers lace through his unruly curls as you enjoy his touch that’s burning and soothing at the same time.

When he kisses down your stomach and hips, he hooks his fingers into your lacy underwear, but stop before doing anything, looking up at you for reassurance. You give him the green light by nodding and he carefully pulls the fabric off your body, baring you in front of his eyes completely. His kisses pepper his way up your inner thighs until he finally reaches your dripping wet core.

“Harry!” you moan when his tongue and lips press against your clit, swirling and sucking on it just right, making you shiver under his touch. He curls his arms around your legs, keeping them in place as he keeps working his magic, making you a whimpering mess with each lick.

He does the same thing as last time, teases you with his finger dancing around your entrance until you are basically ready to beg him for more. Then he finally pushes two fingers inside you and starts pumping in a slow pace that drives you nuts, leaving you ache for more of him.

You pull him up before he could get you to the top, because that’s not how you want it now and you need to know if he is ready to take this step with you. He understands what you want from just a look as he hovers above you and you cup his face in your hands tenderly.

“I want it,” he breathes out and you could come just from those three words.

“Are you sure?” you ask, though you just want to jump right at it already. Still, you want to make sure he is completely fine with everything that’s about to happen.

“Yeah. I am,” he nods before leaning down he presses his lips against yours.

Your hands reach down and undo his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers before he does the rest of the job kicking them off. His erection presses up against your thigh as his hips fall down a bit and you moan with just the feeling of him on your skin. Wrapping your hands around his shaft you start pumping him while your kiss never breaks.

“Oh fuck,” he moans in sensation and you grin against his lips, enjoying the thought that you are the one making him feel this good.

“Do you have a condom?” you breathe out.”

“Shit, I don’t…”

“It’s alright, I have one.” You sneak out from under him and rush over to your bag to look for your toiletries, you know you have one somewhere in there. When you finally find the little package you quickly get back to the bed where Harry is now lying on his back. Kneeling next to him you give him a soft, reassuring look.

“Do you want me to…?” you imply, holding up the foil.

“Oh, um, yeah, sure,” he nods and you swear you see him blushing. Ripping the package open you lean closer and roll the condom down his hard length before throwing a leg over his lap and get back to kissing him. You take your time with him, running your hands up and down his toned, inked chest as his palms warm the skin on your waist while your lips move together in sync perfectly. You could tell he needed a moment to get settled and wrap his mind around what’s really about to happen.

“Everything alright?” you ask, a little out of breath as you hold yourself up above him. He nods shortly. “Do you want me on top or you want to switch?”

“C-can you stay on top for now?”

“Yeah,” you smile at him warmly, before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss while your right hand wanders down his body until you reach his hard cock. Harry whimpers against your lips when you wrap your hand around the base, lining him up with yourself.

“Tell me if you want to stop, alright?” you ask him and in any other situation you’d find it a little funny that it’s you asking him that, usually this request comes from the guy, but you just want to make sure he is comfortable with everything that’s happening. Harry nods again and as he gulps hard his Adam’s apple bops up and down. Leaning down you kiss him again as you slowly ease down yourself just enough so that the head of his cock slides inside you. You stop, giving both him and you the chance to get accustomed to the feeling. It’s been quite some time for you as well, and your fingers do not compare to Harry’s size, that’s for sure.

He keeps one hand on your hip while the other reaches up and cups the side of your head, panting against your lips from the feeling of finally being inside you. Once you’ve made sure you both adjusted to the feeling, you allow yourself to sink further down until his whole length disappears inside you. You stay still, shutting your eyes closed as you let your walls stretch around his erection, making that slight pain you feel go away. Adding the length and thickness of his cock to the long drought you’ve had in the field of sex is making it feel like you are having your first time again in a way. It’s not that awkward and definitely not that painful, but still, that’s what it reminds you of.

“Are you good?” he asks, squeezing your hip gently. Your eyes snap open and meet his green ones that are now clouded with a little bit of worry.

“Yeah, it’s just… You’re big, Harry,” you admit with a soft chuckle that brings a cocky grin to his lips as well. “Just give me a moment.”

He just nods again and both his hands start running up and down your sides reassuringly as you take a few seconds to yourself before you start moving your hips. You start off slowly, dragging your movements out, trying to see what feels the best and judging from Harry’s moans and grunts he is enjoying himself no matter what you do. Your hands sprawl out on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you lean onto him while starting to move up and down his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” he whimpers, almost as if he was in pain, but you can see the pleasure in his eyes.

Your thighs start to burn, but you keep moving yourself, not wanting to stop, because you’re feeling your orgasm building up inside you. When he starts thrusting up to meet your movements, you moan his name so loudly there’s a chance the people next door heard you, but you couldn’t care about that now.

Harry might have noticed that you’re starting to get tired, so pushing himself up he wraps his arms around you and turns you over until you’re the one lying on the bed and he holds himself up above you on his arms. Your legs circle around his waist as he starts moving in and out of you, the new position making you both moan and gasp at the sensation.

“Harry!” you whine as he keeps hitting that one spot inside you, pushing you closer to the edge dangerously fast.

“Am I making you feel good, baby? You like it?”

“You’re making me feel so good, please don’t stop!” you beg him as he buries his face in your neck, sucking on the soft skin, most definitely leaving a mark on you that you’ll wear proudly tomorrow. You would never want to hide the fact how good Harry fucked you, let the world know that your boyfriend made you feel so amazing!

“Oh my God, I’m getting close. Are you feeling it too? Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, his lips brushing against your earlobe. Grabbing his face you pull him into a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth mercilessly and the grunt he lets out is making your insides tremble. It’s animalistic, so passionate and sexual, you want to hear this every day for the rest of your life.

“I’m close, go a little harder, Harry!” you plead and he does as you asked without hesitation, his hips slamming harder against you, making you gasp for air as your head sinks into the pillow, your back arching in pleasure.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let it go!”

“Harry!” you whine, as you can feel your orgasm threatening to burst inside you any moment.

“Say my name when you cum, I want to hear who’s making you feel so good, baby!”

Your fingers dig into his hair as you chant his name over and over again with each thrust he makes and then your release finally arrives. You moan and whimper, shaking under his naked, sweaty body, his name falling from your lips as an endless glorification. Your walls clench around his cock and it’s the last straw for him as well, his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated as he cries out your name, his hips slamming hard against you while he rides his orgasm out. Reaching down you drag your nails down his back until you reach his perfectly round ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze while he buries his head into the crook of your neck, thrusting into you a few more times before coming to a stop.

Turning your head you kiss his temple, running your hands up and down his back while you both try to catch your breath, coming off your high. Soon Harry pulls out and rolls off of you, his body smashing into the mattress beside you, his face glowing from that post sex euphoria. After a few moments of just panting and blinking into the void you finally feel yourself returning to reality and rolling to your side you cuddle to Harry’s body, his arm instantly coming to circle around you.

“Everything alright?” you softly ask, placing a tender kiss to his chest under one of his swallow tattoos. The last thing you want is to have him freak out now that the deed has been done, but when he gifts you with a tired but genuine smile, your worries vanish into thin air.

“Yeah. I’m all good. More than good,” he chuckles before lifting his head and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingers are dancing up and down your naked back, following the line of your spine and your ribs, his smoothing touch already working as a lullaby on you, but you’re determined to stay awake just a little longer.

“Are you turned on by hearing your own name during sex?” you tease him with a sly smile as you think back to how much he enjoyed you scream his name over and over again.

“I might have a bit of a praise kink,” he admits truthfully with a smirk.

“Mm, interesting.”

“What’s yours?”

“What do you like during sex?”

“You, balls deep inside me,” you bluntly answer, making him laugh at your words. “And I like doggy,” you then add to actually answer his question.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and maybe some hair pulling. Not in an extreme way, but I like a little.” “Alright, noted,” he hums nodding.

You both clean yourselves up in the bathroom, moving around each other naked without any shame. Harry then puts on a pair of clean boxers and you change into your night clothes, though the moment you make yourself comfortable in Harry’s arms in bed his hand sneaks up your back under the shirt, tugging the material up. You could have just stayed shirtless, but now you’re too tired to even move. His fingers are drawing little patterns over your skin as you listen to his steady breathing before drifting off to sleep.

Sunday feels like a day after a sleepover in high school, when you’re thinking about everything that has happened the day before, and you’re so happy it happened but you’re kind of tired and just want the comfort of your home already.

Sarah and Mitch leave for their honeymoon early in the morning. You say goodbye and Sarah just keeps thanking you for your work even though she hasn’t even seen the picture yet.

“But I’m sure they are amazing! Can’t wait to see them!” she beams at you when you try to tell her to just wait for the actual outcome.

You leave the inn a little before noon heading to Anne’s to pick Izzy up. You have lunch somewhere on the road and then you sing along to the music in the car, enjoying yet another roadtrip together, making the best out of your last minutes alone. You’re happy to see that Harry hasn’t seemed to spiral after what happened last night, he seems delighted and pleased, maybe even excited. Driving down the highway he keeps a hand on your thigh whenever he doesn’t need to use it on the shifting gear and every time he reaches for you, it turns you into a giddy little girl.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Izzy chants upon running into Harry’s arms the moment you park down on Anne’s driveway. Apparently, she’s been sitting by the window for an hour, waiting for her dad to finally arrive.

“Oh, I missed you so much, baby!” Harry cheers, catching the running girl and lifting her up into his arms, hugging her close. It’s such a sweet sight, seeing the two purest people you know be so happy to see each other after a week spent apart.

“I missed you too!” Izzy sighs, wrapping her short arms around Harry’s neck, nuzzling into her daddy’s embrace and your heart is fluttering in your chest for sure.

Anne invites the two of you inside for a tea, Harry helps Izzy pack all her stuff while she is nonstop blabbering about everything she did with her grandma during the week, and Harry listens to her intently, even though she already shared everything with him on the phone when he called every night.

“How did the wedding go?” Anne asks you cheerfully as you help her in the kitchen.

“Oh, it was amazing! Sarah looked so beautiful and everything went smoothly.”

“That’s great, they are such a cute couple!”

Anne is quick to ask you about photography, how long you’ve been doing it and you even show her a few of your works seeing how enthusiastic she is about the whole thing. You were a little nervous about meeting her, but she is just as sweet and kind as her son, making it so easy to treat her just as a friend, not as the mother of your boyfriend.

Before leaving Izzy insists on showing you all the paintings she made for Anne this week, she has them on the wall in her little home office. While you’re shown around in Izzy’s personal gallery, Harry joins his mother downstairs, finishing up his tea.

“I assume the weekend went well, you two are glowing,” she smiles slyly at him and Harry can’t hide his boyish smile.

“I uhh… I asked her to be my girlfriend,” he admits and Anne gasps happily, thrilled about the news.

“I’m so happy for you, Har. I think she is a really good match for you!” she beams, pulling him into a motherly hug, kissing his cheek as if he was just a little boy, not a grown man.

“Thanks, mum. I’m happy too.” “You deserve it. It’s so good to see you living your life again.” Soon enough, Harry loads the car with Izzy’s stuff and it’s time to say goodbye.

“Bye Anne, it was so nice to see you!” you smile hugging her.

“Come back soon, Darling! Nag this old man to visit me more often!” Anne jokes giving Harry a playful look who leaves her comment unnoticed, giving his mother a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything mum, love you, I’ll call you alright?”

“Drive safe!” she calls after you all as you get into the car and wave her goodbye leaving.

The drive home tired Izzy out, or maybe it’s just the change of settings again. Whatever it is, she can barely stay awake until dinner, so once her tummy is filled Harry decides to put her to sleep early.

Izzy asks Harry to lie in bed with her as he reads her a bedtime story, she is extra clingy now that she is back with her daddy, but Harry is enjoying having his little one back so he doesn’t mind it. Izzy snuggles to his side, playing with the ears of the bunny she chose to sleep with tonight as she listens to his steady, smooth voice talk her to sleep.

“Daddy?” she asks quietly, already half asleep.

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you going to marry Y/N?”

The question catches him off-guard, he was definitely not expecting it especially since Izzy hasn’t even seen the two of you kiss yet.

“Why are you asking?”

“My new friend, Loretta from the park told me that if a boy and a girl live together they are probably in love and want to get married.”

“Loretta seems to know a lot about adult stuff,” Harry chuckles softly. “Well, it doesn’t exactly work like that, Iz. But… would you be happy if I told you Y/N is now my girlfriend?” he asks, feeling a little nervous, as if Izzy’s word on the question could destroy any possible future between the two of you. She stays silent for a few seconds and Harry starts to think she has fallen asleep, but then she finally speaks up again.

“Did you kiss her?” she asks and Harry can’t push down a soft chuckle. Izzy’s idea of relationships probably doesn’t go further than kissing and holding hands so this is how she is trying to put the picture together in her head.

“I did, yes.”

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I like Y/N.”

“Well, I like her too.”

“She can be your girlfriend,” she then replies, giving her blessing. “Are you going to get married?”

“Um, not for a while, no. But… it could happen if things go right,” he chews on his bottom lip, he is definitely not in the phase of thinking about marriage yet, not just because you barely just became an official couple, but that would be a huge step in his way of processing the end of his last one.

“Okay,” Izzy simply nods and that brings the end of the discussion. Harry has been a little nervous to have this talk with Izzy, he was afraid she might get a little confused about the idea of him having a girlfriend and the thought of her mother, but she seemingly didn’t even bring Maggie into her train of thoughts. Luckily.

When Izzy is finally asleep he closes the door and makes his way downstairs where you’re lying on the couch, watching the rerun of the news. You smile up at him upon his arrival and as he joins you on the couch, he is quick to pull you into his arms, making you snuggle into his embrace.

“I just told Izzy that you are my girlfriend,” he confesses and you lift your head up, not even trying to hide your surprised expression.

“Really? And what did she say?”

“Well, she asked if we are getting married,” he tells you chuckling shortly. “I told her that we shouldn’t get that far ahead. But she basically gave her blessing. She said she likes you.”

“Well I was hoping she doesn’t hate my guts after spending almost every day with me,” you chuckle, making him smile too. “But I’m happy she likes the idea of us.”

“Yeah, me too,” Harry nods before pulling you closer for a sweet, innocent kiss.

You finally get around to have that double date with Heather and Niall one month into your relationship. Harry’s weekends have been a little busy these past weeks, he had to go into the office on a few Saturdays, but now he has finally finished a huge project he has been working on so he can actually take some time off.

Ruth comes over to look after Izzy that evening and she keeps looking at you and Harry like a proud grandparent whenever she sees the two of you interact as a couple. Little touches and kisses have been more regular around home ever since Harry told Izzy that you are together. So far, she’s been handling it really well, she doesn’t seem to be confused about you and her mother and it might be because Harry has had a talk with her recently about her mother and where she really is now. His therapist suggested to be open about it with her as early as possible, and though she doesn’t seem to completely understand the idea of life and death just yet, she has definitely started to put the picture together in her head.

You’ve been spending all your nights at Harry’s room, so by now your bedroom is more like an office space for you and a storage for all your stuff, a place where you can be alone whenever you have some editing to do or just simply need some time on your own. Luckily, Harry totally understands the feeling of needing some space, he has his own limits as well and the two of you have been trying your best to coordinate around these lines when it comes to your relationship. After all, it’s been a pretty unusual situation, you were already living together when you became a couple, jumping a few steps in the timeline of a regular relationship.

Just as you were expecting it, Niall and Heather hit it off quite fast upon meeting at the dinner. Niall is in awe of Heather’s confidence and raw sense of humor that matches perfectly with his, while Heather finds him entertaining and somewhat like a challenge, since you honestly told her about Niall’s reputation as a womanizer, but it’s not something that could scare her away.

“He is cute, desperately wants to prove how good he is doing on his own, but I think that’s just a façade,” Heather tells you when you ask her about her date in the restroom. She fixes up her lipstick, staring at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

“So you think you want to see him again?”

“I’m not gonna run after him, if he asks for my number I’ll give it to him. But if he doesn’t, I won’t let him see my disappointment.”

“And what if he asks you to go home with him tonight?” you ask, feeling like teenagers gossiping in the girls restroom between classes. Heather smirks at you through the mirror before turning to face you.

“Oh, I’m not going home with him. That would bruise his ego so badly he won’t be able to think about anything else.”

You stare back at her stunned from how big of a genius she is. You would have never schemed like this when it came to men, but yet again, you never really needed to. Before Harry you were busy with Keith and that relationship came so easily to you. There were never really games, it took you about three weeks to get together. But Heather is a player and a very good one, apparently.

“You two look cute, by the way,” she smiles at you quickly washing her hands before the two of you head out, back to the table.

“Thanks,” you blush, eyes finding the guys sitting right where you left them.

After dinner you decide to stay for a few drinks at the bar a corner away and it’s been so long since the last time you were out just having fun, enjoying some time with good friends. If someone told you a few months ago that you’d be sitting here, sipping on a cocktail with Harry who is now your boyfriend, you would have laughed hysterically.

When Harry reaches for you thigh under the table, resting his palm on it, giving it a gentle squeeze just as a sweet gesture, you glance at him and he smiles at you as his eyes meet your gaze. It’s the first time you actually feel like any other couples. Having a nice evening with your friends, touching each other, holding hands, simply living in the moment knowing well that going home he will probably sneak into Izzy’s room, pressing a kiss to her forehead before joining you in bed, falling asleep with his arms curled around your figure.

It’s no surprise when Niall invited Heather over his place for another drink at the end of the night and you can barely hold your smirk back when she refuses and his face completely falls, especially because he was so confident in himself, the evening went well and he was probably sure she would say yes. Instead, she grabs herself a taxi and heads home upon parting ways. Niall is shocked, but he is quick to ask for Heather’s number from you before you say goodbye and you happily give it to him.

On the way home you think about how weird it is that you are still basically working for him. It’s not that you mind being the one who is looking after Izzy, it doesn’t even feel like a job, she has grown so close to you. It’s about getting paid for it when you’re Harry’s girlfriend and even though you know how untraditional everything has been with the two of you, now might be the time to make a change.

Harry checks up on Izzy while you get ready to bed and he joins you under the covers soon. Your thoughts about your possible quitting keep racing in your head and you decide to bring it up, just to see how he sees the situation.

“H?” you softly ask while he is checking a few things on his phone, propped up against the headboard.

“Yeah?” he glances at you, letting you know he is listening.

“Don’t you think it’s weird I’m still working for you?”

He stops and locking his phone he puts it to the nightstand to fully focus on the conversation. He just stares at you for a few seconds before knitting his eyebrows together, that crease between them making an appearance and you fight the urge to smooth it out with your finger.

“You don’t like taking care of her anymore?” Your stomach drops at the way he interpreted your question, because it’s not at all the situation.

“Harry, I love taking care of her!” you smile at him softly and can see the relief in his eyes. “It’s just a little weird that you’re paying me to be with her. I would do it for free,” you explain, hoping he now gets the whole picture.

“Oh!”

“Are you… Are you planning for the long run? With us?”

“Of course,” he nods and now you’re the one relieved at how naturally the answer came to him.

“Then maybe we should look for a solution that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a kept house woman,” you chuckle softly and a small smile tugs on his lips as well.

“What were you thinking about?” Sighing you bite into your bottom lip, not sure what he’ll think about the idea that came to you.

“I’ve been getting a lot of requests for photoshoots. I thought that maybe I could take two more days out of the week to work on them and stay home with Izzy for the rest of them. We could look for a nanny for those days. They wouldn’t have to move in, because I would be home by three probably. I think… I think it could work pretty well.”

Harry takes a few moments to think it through and you know he has to be considerate, the only reason he was so quick to hire you was because Izzy already knew and loved you. Bringing a stranger into the picture is a big change and everyone has to be fine with it to make it work.

“Would that make you happy? Staying home for half of the week with Izzy? I wouldn’t want to ask you to sacrifice your time for her… for us, if it doesn’t benefit you.”

For a few moments you’re just processing his words, but then you finally understand what he meant by that. He is thinking you might take it as if he is using you to take care of his daughter and he doesn’t want you to take responsibility for her if it’s not what you really want. But you see being in Izzy’s life as a privilege, you haven’t truly processed it yourself, but you start to look at her as your own daughter. Having spent the majority of your days with her these past months, it was inevitable to grow so fond of her.

Scooting closer to him you cup his face in your hands as you smile down at him softly, his green irises filled with worry and doubts, probably thinking that he is doing something wrong again, but he is not. He needs to have more trust in himself.

“I would love it, Harry. I love spending time with her and… with you,” you admit and there’s one thing that you’re aching to add.

And I love you.

But you keep that one back, not sure if he is ready to hear it just yet. It’s still so early in your relationship, and it might feel like a bomb if you just dropped it on him. You need to be a little more patient before taking this next step.

Bringing his arms around you he pulls you to his chest, a deep but happy sigh leaving through his nose as he kisses into your hair. Nothing else is said, but no words are needed. It’s been settled that you both are planning for the long run together and you’ll start to alter your life to make it fit into the picture.

You don’t jump into it right away, but a few weeks after the discussion you had about hiring a new nanny, you take the first step. Ruth agrees to cover one day every week, Fridays, so you can have it off for your sessions. Summer brings a lot of events and occasions and your calendar has been getting busier as your circle of customers has been growing lately. Though Ruth is more than happy to spend some more time with Izzy, you all know she won’t be able to do it too long, you need to find someone at last by the end of the summer.

Harry would never admit, but he is very anxious about bringing a new person into Izzy’s life. He is not the toxic kind of parent who wouldn’t let anyone get near his daughter, but he surely is considerate about who he lets to take care of her and it’s understandable.

On an afternoon spent at the park you are chatting with Ava, Yara’s mom when she mentions a nanny agency they’ve tried out before and had a really good experience.

“They hire people with at least three years of experience and many of their nannies have a degree in some kind of field in connection with child care. We had a nice girl from Russia watch after Yara, she is a primary school teacher but she moved here with her boyfriend for a year. She was amazing, really. Yara loved her, Saige and I loved her, it was a good match.”

She gives you a phone number and later that day you look up the agency, presenting the idea to Harry, who seems interested, but a little hesitant.

“We could still have an interview with them, right? Or I would have to just choose someone from the website like from a catalogue?” he voices his concern as the two of you lie in bed with your laptop propped against your thighs.

“I’m sure we can have an interview,” you smile at him.

Harry just nods, ergo he doesn’t reject the idea, but you can tell he has quite a few doubts about it, but there’s not much you can do.

In the course of three weeks you and Harry have five interviews with nannies that the agency sent and at the end of the day, Harry finds something wrong with all of them, even though they are only minor things.

“You rule out people for the tiniest things, Harry,” you sigh after the fifth interview with a kind middle-aged woman, Kaitlyn. “Based on these interviews you wouldn’t have hired me back in the days,” you joke.

“You know it was different with you,” he points it out and you just nod. He has told you so many times how you were just the perfect fit which is very charming, but it doesn’t help the situation on hand right now.

That evening, when you’re lying in bed, reading, while Harry checks up on Izzy one last time, you see that something is on his chest when he walks in and as soon as he is under the covers next to you, but you don’t ask him, instead just wait for him to bring it up himself.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass about the whole nanny thing,” he sighs tiredly. Closing your book you place it on the nightstand before turning to face him fully.

“You’re not a pain in the ass, just very careful and maybe a little picky,” you add with a soft chuckle.

“Do you think I should be the one staying home with her?”

“Most kids spend the majority of their days separated from their parents in daycare, kindergarten or preschool. It’s not a crime that you are not a stay at home dad, not many like to do that or even fit for that role,” you shrug and it’s your genuine opinion. Just because parents don’t devote one hundred percent of their life to their children, it doesn’t make them bad. Parents deserve to be selfish sometimes.

“I just… I can get so into my head about everything I do wrong,” he sighs, closing his eyes and he seem so tired all of a sudden, like he has been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Brushing his hair out of his forehead you kiss him gently before his eyes open again.

“You’re not doing anything wrong, Harry. Believe me, Izzy is having the best childhood she could ever wish for. She is secure, loved and taken care of. Everything is going well.” He doesn’t answer, just nods as his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest and you gladly snuggle into his embrace.

That evening it felt like Harry was shifting in the right direction, but you can never know what really goes on in someone’s head and you couldn’t see what was coming.

A few days later another candidate comes for an interview, you, Harry and the young girl called Rachel sit outside at the terrace as Harry goes through the same questions he asked every other applicant while Izzy is playing around the swing set.

Rachel just finished her bachelor’s and is now taking a gap year before moving back to her hometown to work at her father’s law firm. She grew up with three younger sisters and took care of them most of the time to help her parents out who worked a lot. She is nice, very well educated and it’s clear she is great with children. Yet again, when you glance at Harry you don’t see him as satisfied as you are and you already know he is going to find something against her.

“Alright, so what is it this time?” you sigh once Rachel is gone and you can finally talk openly about her.

“She basically doesn’t have any official knowledge about kids, she just grew up with kids, that doesn’t qualify her as a professional.”

“Raising children is the best knowledge you can get, Harry,” you argue, feeling a little impatient this time. Rachel is perfect for the job, but any other applicants would have been fine too. You’re running out of time and Ruth won’t be able to help much longer.

“I would just be a lot more comfortable if it was a professional staying home with my daughter,” he answers, marching into the kitchen and you follow him.

“There were plenty of professionals between the previous ones as well. You are ruling everyone out!”

“I’m not ruling them out, I’m just trying to make the best decision for my child!”

“By being absolutely insatiable?!”

“Why is it so bad that I want the best choice?” he growls throwing his hands into the air.

“It’s not, but the best choice is not always one without any flaws, Harry,” you point it out, hoping he gets what you’re talking about.

“But I want this to be flawless!” he snaps and you can see that he has lost his patience at this point, but so did you. “I’m not settling for less than what I want, Y/N!”

“So then what? You lied when we talked about all of this? Because without a replacement, I can’t start working more!”

“I didn’t fucking lie, I’m just asking for more time!”

“Well it seems like you just want to push me into changing my mind about switching jobs and eventually say that I’m staying home, taking the blame off of you!”

“I’m not pushing you into anything, Y/N. We still have time until the end of summer, I just want to find the perfect person, give me some time!”

“Harry, there won’t be a perfect person!” you raise your voice, done with running the same circles at this point. “Any of the previous applicants would have taken good care of Izzy, why are you ignoring it?!”

“Stop telling me what to do when it comes to Izzy!” he then snaps, his voice beaming through the room, taking you by surprise. But what he says after this is what really hits you hard in the chest. “She is my daughter, not yours!”

Part of you knows he didn’t mean it the way it came out. Like you had absolutely no relations to Izzy, like you weren’t partially raising her way before you got together with Harry. You can see that it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, but your anger is making you selfish and not care about that anymore. His words hurt and you’ve stopped making excuses for him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Why am I still even here?” you calmly ask before simply turning around and heading out.

The calm but warning tone snaps him out and he is quick to realize he has crossed a line. He launches after you and almost catches you in the hallway when Izzy runs inside, calling out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Harry stops and turns around to see if she is alright and it gives you just enough time to escape. You rush out of the house and throw yourself into your car, igniting it and driving away as Harry shows up at the front door, calling after you, but you ignore it, making your way to your mom’s. You need a familiar place to calm yourself down at.

Harry tries to call you several times, and though the first few times it rings out, you send his calls to voicemail almost immediately after a while.

“Damn it,” he growls after another failed attempt to reach you. It’s been almost an hour since you stormed out and he is losing his mind, not knowing where you are, especially after what he said.

He regretted it the moment the words fell from his lips, but he knew it was too late. He let his anger bring the worst out of him and it all crashed down on you when you didn’t deserve any of it. Harry knows you’re right, he’s been trying to find something bad about every applicant because… part of him thinks that he is a bad father for not being the one taking care of Izzy all the time. If it wasn’t enough already, he’s been feeling like a failure for years… ever since he lost his wife because he wasn’t ready to commit more time for his family. He’s been dealing with the thought of being the worst father for so long, sometimes he convinces himself it’s the truth.

If I was ready for another baby, Maggie wouldn’t have had to die. If I put my family first, she would still be alive, he tells himself often when he is feeling the darkness clouding over his mind. Little does he know that it’s all just in his head. It doesn’t make him a bad father that he wanted to wait a little longer before having another baby. He never put his work above his family, he was always there when he was needed and made sure his loved ones are safe and taken care of. Never in his life did he ever put his work before Izzy or Maggie or anyone in his life he cared about.

But sometimes, your mind can play dirty tricks on you. And Harry fell for them.

As time is passing by he is growing more and more anxious when he doesn’t hear from you. No calls, no texts, he has no idea where you went or when you’re coming back. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stares out the window blankly before his eyes wander to the side where you usually sleep and it hits him hard when he realizes how eerily similar the situation is.

Following a fight his lover runs away, doesn’t answer his calls and he can’t get a hold of her. It’s like history is repeating itself all over again and as realization creeps up his spine, his throat tightens and he gasps, tears flooding into his eyes. With shaky hands he grabs his phone and dials Niall’s number, hoping he is not out somewhere at a bar, ignoring his phone.

“What’s up?” he answers the phone delightfully.

“Call Heather now and ask if she knows Y/N’s mom’s address,” he snaps immediately frantically.

“Woah, what happened?”

“Niall! Just do what I asked!” he barks and ends the call, giving his friend the chance to obey. Luckily, Niall feels the seriousness of the situation and does as Harry asked. A few minutes later a text arrives to Harry’s phone with the address.

Putting Izzy into the car he speeds down the streets to Gemma’s house who is shocked to see her brother in this state, but she doesn’t have the chance to ask anything as Harry drops Izzy off and asks her to watch her for the night.

“Okay, yeah, but—“

“Not now, Gemma!” he calls back, already running back to his car, heading to your mother’s house where you sought comfort following the fight.

“Not that I don’t like having you here, but you really should go home and talk it out.” Trevor joins you outside where you’ve been sitting on the steps of the terrace, staring out into the darkening sky. It’s been a few hours since you basically ran away from home and Harry has been blowing your phone up so you put it into airplane mode, sending all his calls to voicemail until you feel like dealing with him.

Trevor sits beside you, his long legs coming up closer to his chest as he sits the same way as you, his arms hug his knees.

“I know, I just… I’m a little tired,” you mumble.

“You don’t have to discuss it, but Harry would want you home for the night, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you nod breathing out. “Do you think I overreacted?” you ask him, feeling unsure about the way you acted. Was it too much? Did you have the right to do it? You’re not so sure about it anymore.

“Well, he didn’t lie about Izzy not being your daughter,” Trevor huffs. “Though he could have handled the situation better. I get it that he just wants what’s best for her, but you were right too.”

Sitting in silence Trevor doesn’t try to convince you to apologize or keep holding a grudge. He just lets you figure it out all by yourself.

Not long later you go back inside and grabbing your phone from the dining table you decide to turn it back on, missed calls and texts flooding the device, but for your biggest surprise, not just from Harry.

Heather: Niall just called me to get your mom’s address urgently, everything alright?!

“Oh shit,” you gasp, typing a quick reply to assure her that you’re fine and then you open Harry’s text seeing how frantic he grew over time and you realize what it must feel like to him. The situation is way too similar to the way he lost Maggie and though you didn’t mean to hurt him by putting him through it again, it’s already too late.

Just as you are about to call him to let him know you’re fine a car pulls up on the drive way and you know it’s him. You rush out the front door the moment he jumps out of the car, eyes wide, chest heaving as he finally lays his eyes on you.

“Oh my God!” he breaks down in tears as you smash against him, wrapping him in your arms, he does the same, his strong arms circling around your waist tightly as he sobs into your chest painfully.

“I’m fine, everything is alright. I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for running away like that,” you mumble, kissing the side of his head, holding him for dear life.

“I was so scared it happened again!” he whimpers, his whole body shaking. You slowly start pulling him until you reach the little front porch where there is a small bench kept next to the front door. You sit and pull him with yourself, he doesn’t even loosens his hold around you, as if you would turn to dust if he lets go of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through,” you hum, fingers combing through his hair as you try to calm him down. He is still shaking, but his sobs are starting to die down finally, his hands still fisting your shirt at your waist.

“No, I’m sorry for being such a dick. I didn’t mean it. You are doing so much for Izzy and I, I don’t know what I would do without you!” he whimpers and when he finally lifts his head up, your heart breaks at the painful look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You were right about everything! Please forgive me!”

“Oh Harry,” you breathe out, the tears already welling in your eyes as you brush his messy curls out of his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you, what I said was bullshit! Please forgive me, I can’t… I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he stutters with one breath and then he adds: “I love you.”

Your lips part as you stare back at him in total awe at his sudden confession. Though it’s been an emotional ride, you weren’t expecting him to drop this bomb on you. A smile cracks on lips as you cup his face in your hands, feeling a hot tear rolling down your cheek.

“I love you too, Harry,” you answer, both of you letting out a relieved chuckle as he finally presses his lips to yours. His kiss tastes salty from both your tears, it’s needy and a little uncoordinated, but it means the world to you at this moment.

Sitting on the little bench you finally talk everything out once you both calm down enough to speak. Harry admits that he’s been so picky about the nannies because he is still struggling to be the best father he can and is reminded of being alone in this every time he faces a struggle. It constantly reminds him that he is supposed to have his partner with him, solving everything together, but now he is on his own and has to provide the best possible life for Izzy.

“Harry… you’re not alone,” you breathe out, heart aching for the man you love with everything in you. “And I’m not only talking about myself. Your mom, Gemma, Niall, even Saige, Ava and Linda are always happy to help you out with everything. If Maggie was still here, it wouldn’t be just the two of you. Raising a child needs a whole village,” you chuckle softly. “But if you want a partner in it… I’m here. And I really mean it. I see a future with you, I want to be part of your family, of course, only if you let me.” Reaching over your hand finds his on his lap and you squeeze it gently as he looks at you, his expression still a little torn, but it’s not as painful as it was when he arrived.

“I would love to have you be part of my family, Y/N.”

It’s like a rock is lifted off your chest upon hearing his reassuring words. This is all you ever wanted, have a partner in life who is willing to build a future together with you and Harry is offering you just that.

You stay on that old little bench for so long, you don’t even realize how late it has gotten, only when your mom shows up at the door, wearing her nightgown and a fluffy robe.

“Don’t want to bother, but do you want to spend the night? Just asking if I should get you some extra pillows and blankets…”

“Oh! Um, no. We are going home, but thank you mom,” you smile tiredly, noticing it’s nearing midnight now.

Harry stands from next to you and as he steps to your mother you realize they haven’t even met. Harry stands tall in front of your mom, but you notice the nervous flash in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even have the time to introduce myself,” he mumbles with a nervous chuckle. Your mom blushes, most likely finding your boyfriend quite handsome though you already showed pictures of him to her. “I’m Harry,” he says, holding out a hand.

“Oh, no worries! I’m Tina!” she smiles charmingly as they shake hands.

“Nice to meet you, Tina.”

“I know we should have probably had a better introduction, but we’ll come around some other time under better circumstances,” you chuckle softly as you stand up from the bench too.

You say goodbye to Trevor and your mom and finally head home. Harry tries to convince you to ride back in his car, but you don’t want to leave yours here, so you tell him it’s going to be fine. Both of you arrive in one piece and you only realize that Izzy is nowhere to be found when you walk into the house.

“Dropped her off at Gemma’s. I’ll have to explain a lot of things to my sister tomorrow, but it can wait,” he chuckles softly before his hands reach out to you, grabbing your waist gently as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m so sorry for tonight, Y/N.”

“Hey, we agreed that no more apologizing,” you remind him of the deal you made earlier. “It’s all in the past.”

Harry nods, huffing through his nose before leaning down he kisses you softly, as if you were some kind of fragile artwork that needs to be handled with so much care.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, his eyes barely open under his thick lashes.

“I love you too,” you smile back, your hands coming to rest at the base of his neck.

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he chuckles lowly, making you laugh too.

“Good, because I’ll be saying it a lot.”

“Perfect.”

“Stop picking on your lip!” you warn Harry when you catch him fidgeting with his bottom lip. He wouldn’t admit, but he is surely nervous as the two of you are waiting for Izzy to join you downstairs. She just got home from the zoo with Gemma, they had an amazing day together, but it had a purpose. You needed her to be looked after while you went to the doctor. It was your first ultrasound since the time you went to see if you’re really pregnant or the tests just fooled you, but it was one hundred percent legit. You were indeed pregnant.

You and Harry got married a few weeks before Izzy turned six. She was the cutest little flower girl in the small ceremony held at the backyard of your own home. Both of you agreed that you don’t want anything big and flashy, just an intimate little wedding with your close family and friends. It’s been two months of being husband and wife and it’s almost completely sure the little baby growing now in your tummy was conceived on your wedding night…

You’ve been keeping it a secret, wanting to tell Izzy first before sharing the news with your friends and family.

“Do you want to talk first or do I do it?” Harry asks in a whisper, as if Izzy could hear anything from upstairs.

“I have a feeling you wouldn’t be able to get a word out so I’ll take the lead, if you don’t mind,” you chuckle softly and Harry doesn’t argue.

He has been such a nerve wreck thinking about telling Izzy that she is going to be a big sister. These past years she has dealt so well with processing everything about the situation with her mom, you and the idea of her dad having a new wife. You felt like she was a little confused at the beginning, but once you had an actual, mature talk with her, answered all her questions, you could see things shift to place in that cute little head of hers. Now she knows what it means that her mom passed and how you came into the picture. This is why you have no doubt she’ll take the news well, but Harry is still afraid she might flip.

Little feet tap against the floor somewhere upstairs and then Izzy runs down the stairs, joining you at the dining table.

“What’s the surprise?” she asks in excitement. You told her you have a surprise for her when she arrived and now she is pumped for whatever is coming.

“Izzy, you know how Zac has a little brother, right?” you ask, smoothly starting the discussion.

“Yes! His name is Jeremy!”

“Yeah. So Jeremy is a little younger than Zac, they are siblings. Zac’s parents wanted to have more than just one kids and so they decided to have Jeremy.”

“Mrs. Rumbald had him in her belly!” she explains cleverly. The topic of babies has already came up earlier, so now she has an idea of what really happens when a couple decides to have a baby.

“Exactly,” you nod smiling. “You know how your daddy and I are now married, right? We talked about what it meant.” Izzy nods, glancing at her father who is sitting beside you, sweating his balls off even though it’s going smoothly. “Married couples often decide to have babies. This is what your dad and I did too and now there is a baby in my belly too. That means that you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.”

Izzy blinks a few times, processing your words before her face lights up with excitement as she gasps.

“Can I play with her?” she asks, making you and Harry laugh.

“Might be a boy, baby,” Harry chimes in.

“Okay, then can I play with him or her?” she corrects herself.

“Well, you have to be careful with newborn babies, but I’m sure she or he will love to play with you!”

“What’s it gonna be called?” she asks her next question.

“We don’t know that yet. But you can suggest names if you want to,” Harry offers.

“Can it be Elsa if it’s a girl?” she immediately suggests and you smile at her first thought. Of course she says Elsa, she is going through her mandatory Frozen obsession like every other kid at her age.

“We’ll put it on the list,” you tell her. “Do you want to see a picture of the baby?”

“You can take pictures of the inside of your belly?” she asks with a confused look.

“Well, not with a camera like the ones I use,” you explain as you place the black and white, messy picture of the tiny baby in front of her. She grabs it and starts inspecting it as if it was some kind of puzzle and you can tell she is having a hard time making out where the actual baby is. “That’s right there. It’s still tiny and has to grow a lot,” you tell her, pointing at the right splotch in the picture.

“Can I keep this picture?” she asks smiling up at you sweetly. “I want to put it to my wall!”

A while ago Harry has gotten her a huge frame right above her bed that has wires running across it with tiny clips attached. You’ve gifted her her favorite polaroids from your stack you’ve collected through the years, most of them featuring the three of you. It’s touching to know that she wants her little sibling there already.

“Of course!” you breathe out, touched by the idea.

You follow her up into her room and while she stands on the bed, you put the sonogram next to a photo that was taken of her and Harry on her sixth birthday.

“Can I tell my friends at school that I’m going to have a brother or sister?” she asks, still standing on the bed so now she is almost as tall as you are.

“Um…” glancing over at the door your eyes meet Harry’s who just shrugs, letting you know it’s up to you. “I guess you can, yes.”

“Thank you!” she beams, throwing her little arms around your neck as she hugs you tight and you return it gladly. “Can I watch some TV, please?” she asks with an angelic look she knows you can never resist.

“Yeah, but only for an hour,” you tell her as she jumps in victory before climbing off the bed. Running to the door she gives Harry a hug before disappearing down the hallway. Harry walks in, a proud and soft smile tugging on his lips as he steps to you, his hands finding your waist. He pulls you against his hard chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“This went well, right?” he asks.

“Yeah, you were such a big help, sitting there in silence,” you chuckle teasing him.

“But you handled it so good, baby. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he smirks and you just roll your eyes at him before circling your arms around his neck.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirk. “So… are you ready to be a daddy again?” you ask him with a shy smile.

“Technically, I never stopped being a daddy,” he points out. “The real question is, are you ready to become a mommy?” he asks turning it back to you.

“I’m… a little nervous, but very excited. I think I’m ready,” you nod smiling.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright,” he hums, kissing into your hair.

“Wow, when did you become the emotional support in this relationship?” you tease him and he just rolls his eyes.

“Learned from the best,” he nudges his nose against yours before kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you smile against his lips, thinking about how long the two of you have become since you first met and you are happy you got to be the person who taught Harry how to love and be loved again.

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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