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yesimwriting · 17 days

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ELLE IM HERE FOR JEALOUS FELIX IDEA WE WERE DISCUSSINF …

olive i made felix extra unhinged here just for you <3

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“So…” The word is as small as it is hollow. You squeeze your hands together, attention settling on the way your skin strains against the tendons. So implies that the person speaking has somewhere to go, something to say.

Felix stalls, halfway between his dorm’s entryway and his bed. A beat passes before he finally turns around. “So.” His feels a lot more definite.

The nail of your left thumb presses into the cuticle of your right. “I uh–” The world is too hazy for this. If you had known the night wouldn’t end in its usual way, with you and Felix giggly and content in that drowsy way, you would have turned down that last shot. “If you’re upset, we can talk about it.”

He continues forward, steps casual as he reaches the bed. Felix sits down with a soft sigh, the sound tired but not exactly irritated. “Upset?” He repeats gently, body shifting back to rest against a pillow. “Why would I be upset?”

The genuineness of the question throws you. Felix didn’t seem to need someone to explain why he would be upset when he practically pulled you out of the bar. Felix didn’t seem confused when he barely gave you a second to say goodbye to a girl you met through your roommate. He didn’t stop to think about why he might be upset when he left without saying anything to any of his friends.

All of this felt so worth mentioning when you were walking next to Felix on an empty sidewalk, eyes focused on making out cracks in the pavement to keep yourself from staring at him. “Because we got separated at the party, and–”

You blink. You’re sorry–you know you’re sorry that Felix’s feelings were bruised, and you know that you could have been a little more intentional in the way you treated him after you started drinking. Felix always takes you into consideration, it doesn’t matter who he’s with or what state he’s in. You know there are things you feel bad about, and you remember the moment that you realized that Felix wasn’t by your side, but the details, the bulk of the night, are all blurred beyond distinction.

Early on into the night, you recognized Dina, a girl from your roommate’s friend group. Then, she introduced you to Nick. He bought you and Dina drinks, and then dancing…the three of you, and then eventually just you and Nick. After that, all you have is brief snapshots, each murkier than the last. Asking for a glass of water at the bar, Nick progressively moving closer, a girl complimenting your outfit, more drinks, Nick and the warmth of his breath against your ear.

You take a step forward. “And I wasn’t the nicest.” You force your arms to relax. Felix veering towards unexplainable tranquility is strange, but it isn’t worse than his anger. At the very least, it’s disorientating enough to feel better than straight forward anger. “We went out together and I didn’t–you’re always so good to me.” You frown, guilt prodding at your chest. “You–you check in on me, and you get me water, and you sit with me…” The words cram in on themselves, wedging themselves in your throat. Great, you’re trying to apologize and now you’re going to start crying, “Even when everyone wants to sit with you.”

“Lovie,” he whispers the nickname so calmly it briefly throws you. For a beat, you’re too confused to be upset. Felix takes advantage of the lapse, lifting a hand to pat the available space next to him.

You take a tentative step forward, and then another, again and again until you’re within reach of his bed. Before you can try to sit, Felix extends an arm, hand moving to rest against your hip. The sudden contact makes you still. His thumb shifts, brushing against the sliver of exposed skin between your skirt and top.

Your general uncertainty is catching up with your whiplash from all the directions you’ve been pulled in tonight. He’s touching you so carefully. How can this be the same guy that grabbed your shoulder and barely thought to mutter a tense we’re going before walking away.

Without thinking, you lift your hand, pressing your palm against the back of his so that his hand has to lie flat against you. “I’m sorry.”

Felix tilts his head back slightly, eyes finding yours. You’re not sure what he’s looking for, but he’s far from shy about it, taking in every detail of your expression openly. “I know.” It’s not exactly the proclamation of understanding and forgiveness you wanted, but it’s not a bad start. You take a partial step to the side, ready to sit down. Felix squeezes your hip, forcing you to still. “Sit with me?”

The phrasing is familiar enough for you to understand exactly what he’s asking. You nod once. Taking that as all the conformation he needs, Felix pulls back to give you the space needed to sit on his lap.

As soon as you’re settled, Felix’s hand finds your knee. There’s an affection in the way that his nails drag against your skin that has you easing. You’re still not completely sure on where you stand. Felix’s mood shifted so quickly, and you’ve yet to talk about what happened tonight, but this, his care and affection, is something you can trust.

“I didn’t…” His voice is quiet, soft. That doesn’t mean they don’t feel startling. You lean into him, turning your head to watch him openly. “I didn’t like feeling away from you.”

“I know,” the admission is quick, as if accepting the guilt fast enough will warp time and space and erase his hurt from existence. You place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know what happened–I–I was really drunk and then I looked over and you–you weren’t there, and I couldn’t remember how long it had been since you were.” The explanation is awkward and wordy, but it’s the only way you can think to articulate anything, a testament to the alcohol still in your system. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt your feelings on purpose, right?”

Felix pulls your hand off his shoulder. You frown until you feel his fingers find their place between yours. “Yeah,” he says, “I do know that.”

That’s something. You squeeze his hand, glad for the assurance of the contact. Your thumb brushes against his knuckles. Felix’s hand is now firmly settled against the space right above your knee. You’re on his lap. You’re not far from him. All of it should feel okay, should feel like enough.

Slowly, you lift your other hand, setting your forearm against his shoulder as your fingers find his scalp. The softness of Felix’s hair is always a pleasant surprise. There’s a silkiness to the strands that feels enhanced. It feels like it should be a result of expensive product, but Felix is so naturally lovely you wouldn’t be surprised if it was genetic.

He angles his head a fraction of an inch upwards to make it easier to look at you. He’s watching you with slightly parted lips. The little distance that’s left becomes a weight you’re incapable of supporting with no warning. You lean forward without thinking, lips meeting his.

Felix reacts immediately, hand inching up your thigh. His teeth graze against your bottom lip with more pressure than you’re used to. With no warning, he shifts, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. Felix continues at a pace that’s dizzying, a series of fluttery kisses against your cheek, your jaw, the start of your neck.

“Lex…” The shakiness of your voice makes the heat crawling up your chest burn a little warmer.

He briefly stills, forehead resting against your neck. “Lovie?” The only response you can manage is a distracted hum. Felix releases your hand in order to rest his palm near your shoulder. His thumb smooths circles against the base of your neck. “Have you ever had a hickey?”

The question is so absentminded and breathless you’re almost not sure if you’re meant to respond. Not that you’d know how to answer the question regardless. It’s not like you never went out before meeting Felix. You’ve had experiences, have kissed other guys, but you’re usually the type to push them off before drunken affection goes too far.

Even though you’re alone with Felix, and you’re completely aware that he’d never actually judge you for the discrepancies between your levels of experience, it’s not an easy thing to admit. Especially when you think of all the times you’ve seen the start of maroon tinted marks peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirts.

“Can give you one, if you want.” The offer is whispered so innocently, for a moment you think you must have misheard him. He presses another kiss against your skin. “So y’can see what it’s like.”

When you don’t react fast enough, Felix places a chaste kiss against your collarbone. You force yourself to hold onto reality. “Lex,” you try again, voice doing its best to remain even. There should be a definite answer. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him tonight, and you know what the objectively correct answer is. This might be extremely casual to Felix, but you’re not as used to this kind of thing, and you’d never forgive yourself if you let something ruin your friendship. You’re trying to form the words, but you can’t get the rejection out.

“If you want,” Felix starts again, leaving another kiss against your skin, “You can give me one after.” Another kiss. “That seems fair, yeah?”

The offer catches your attention more than it should. You’ve seen marks littered all over his skin…and you’ve thought about them more than you would ever admit. Some concentrated, small, dark patches left there by teeth. Others more like a blend of ink blots, crawling up his skin, the edges a red that could just as easily be lipstick. Other people leaving evidence of their existence, of their closeness to Felix–your Felix.

Would it be such a bad thing to be that person just this once?

You nod. “Yeah.” You’re still nodding when you feel his teeth graze against his skin. Your eyes shut on instinct. “Okay. That sounds–” You’re forced to cut yourself off with a sigh. “That sounds fair.”

Felix grins against your skin. He’s more about it now, open mouthed kisses growing more urgent by the second. With each scrape of teeth against the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, there’s a soothing drag of his tongue against the irritated skin. The more time he spends on you, the harder it is to focus on anything that isn’t Felix.

With a final trail of kisses down to your collarbone, Felix straightens. The loss of contact makes you pout. The reaction makes Felix grin as his fingers move to unbutton the top of his shirt. He leans forward, pressing a quick kiss against your lips.

He releases his shirt, leaning back to give you more access. You lean forward before you can think, mouth brushing against the edge of his jaw. Felix’s hand finds the back of your head, holding you to him. You work your way down to the start of his neck, embracing everything that is him. His warmth; the smell of cologne, cigarettes, sweat, and something else that’s distinctly Felix; and the taste of skin.

Your teeth press into his neck testingly. Felix sighs, the sound heavy and needy. His hold on you tightens, encouraging you to use your teeth more steadily. You give in, taking care to smooth your tongue against his skin after. You start the process over, repeating your ministrations over again and again until it’s hard to breathe right.

You take your time pulling away, lips dragging against his skin before you finally rest your forehead against his shoulder. Felix’s hand drifts away from the back of your head, settling on your shoulder warmly. “That’s my girl.” The praise makes you grin. “You did so good, I’m almost jealous.”

His good humor seems to constrict around that last part. You don’t fully get it, but you’re too content to question it. You lift your head enough to look him in the eye. “You know I only have eyes for you, darling.”

It’s an attempt at returning the joke, but the way his eyebrows pinch together make it feel like something else. That lingering angst seems to pass him by, because he leans forward, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Me, too, sweetheart.”

You smile, letting your temple fall against his arm, completely content.

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cosmal · 1 year

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"my favorite trope is when someone believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing" this as a prompt with james im begging

overwhelmed

summary you think james is tired of you.

content james potter. x fem!reader, angst.

You wait for James outside the pub and try not to cry. You'd rather do it when he gets back. You'd rather not cry at all but it'll be easier with him. You'll only upset him and you don't want to. But the thought of not crying now seems impossible.

You hear the bell over the door ring and feel entirely relieved when you see him coming down the stairs. He finds you almost immediately and the first tear falls as he wraps you up in his arms.

You think it might be worse because you hadn't told him you were upset. That you must've said or done something inside to let him know how you'd felt.

He smooths a hand over your head and whispers something you can't discern. You let a sob free and then hear a, "It's okay, sweetheart. I got you."

The tears only worsen and you don't want them to. You feel embarrassed for making him leave and worse for crying outside into his pretty dress shirt. "I'm sorry," you manage to say. Voice sticky with hot tears.

"Don't," he says with a firmness you appreciate. He kisses and kisses into your hairline until you feel dizzy with his affection. You pull back to make sure you don't dirty his shirt with snot and catch his upset face. "Don't be sorry, it's okay."

"It's not." You steal a hand from between your bodies and wipe your nose with the back of it. "I've ruined your night and I'm really sorry. Really, James."

James had been having a lovely night. He'd been in his element, laughing about stupid things with his friends. He'd chatted everyone's ear off for almost an hour before you'd decided it was too much. You'd gotten overwhelmed like you usually do. You'd surprised yourself you'd managed to last so long.

You thought you could just tell James you were leaving, he'd understand, you hate outings like this - much the opposite to him. He insisted he was coming with you. I'm not letting you catch the tube at 9pm, Y/N.

You're sick of ruining things for him.

"Y/N, sweetheart," he steals your face, warm hands resting over your even warmer cheeks, "it's fine, I promise. You weren't having a good time, I wasn't gonna let you leave by yourself."

You blink slowly and a stray tear rolls over his knuckles. "I should've stayed. I should've just put up with it."

"No, baby. If you're not enjoying yourself you gotta let me know, yeah?' He lets your face go in favour of your shoulders. Firm hands squeezing out the knots in your tensed muscles. He's an awful way of unwinding you. "It's better if you do."

You grasp his elbows and try not to cry again. He moves you away from being so close to the road. "I always," you try to steel yourself, taking in a shuddering breath. "I always ruin things. You're always having a good time and I freak and bail."

"It's okay," he says for the tenth time. You're yet to believe it.

"No, it's gotta be tiring, baby," you sniffle, wiping your face with a cruel hand. "It's hard and I'm sorry." For every It's okay he gives you, you give him and I'm sorry.

He hugs you again and you're sure it's more for himself. You think he's trying not to cry. "It's not hard," he says. Quieter than he's been all night. "It's not hard. Doing things like this for you, aren't hard. Loving you isn't hard."

"It will be eventually," you murmur into his shirt. He squeezes you harder.

"No," he shakes his head and his chin knocks against yours. "never. I'll never get over loving you, yeah?"

You tuck your face into his neck and kiss the skin there. Gently, to show the outrageous amount of love and appreciation you have for him. You squeeze as hard as you think you should. You hear his breathing skip. "I'll never get over loving you either, Jamie."

"I hope not."

By the time you've really calmed down, you've realised where you are again. You peel your sticky face away from his neck, grateful he stood on the pavement waiting for you to relax for so long. You're sure his arms hurt from holding you.

"Can we get crepes from the place down the street?" you ask once you think you've evened your breathing.

"You read my mind." He smiles.

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jujutsubaby · 2 months

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after hours (part 5)

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: after your wild night with toji, you're forced to return back to reality. and by reality, you mean geto and gojo's house party. you're so tired, but nothing a few shots won't fix :) wait, hold on, who's that girl gojo is all over? wait, are you...jealous? ☆ warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! implications of sex, moderate to heavy drinking, partying, jealousy, sexting, over the shirt action, kissing, y/n and other characters get high/drunk/crossed and horny lol ☆ tags: modernAU, academiaAU ☆ a/n: HAPPY VDAY BABES xx 💜🖤💜🖤 sorry it's been a while since i updated this series (i got my period and then had lots of werk to do but im BACK). hope u guys enjoy some gojo and reader sexual tension >:) also to the anon who sent the passive aggressive msg about me not updating after hours...hope ur happy now 😒 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

“morning, riko!” you greet the raven haired barista sleepily, “iced cappuccino with soy milk, please.”

“what…are you sure?” riko says, her face surprised. you always order your signature iced matcha latte with oat milk, unsweetened of course. riko knows it, every one knows it.

“yeahhh, i know. i just had a late night and then an early morning…” you groan. you won’t lie — you feel like you just got hit by a thousand trucks and your eyes are stinging (and probably red from the lack of sleep). “i’m bad at time management,” you confess sheepishly.

riko giggles. “not as bad as your friend trying to order a latte and pretending he likes it”. you sneak a glance at geto, who’s taking a sip of his americano and grimacing at the taste, which makes you smile at his lovesick gesture. “does he know we have other beverages?”

“ehh, i think he does but…he’s just trying to impress a very pretty girl who works here,” you say, trying your best to be obvious…but not too obvious that geto would be upset.

“oh my god, y/n! you know kuroi is happily engaged!” riko jokes, laughing lightly.

“oh darn, i have to break the bad news to suguru…he’s gonna be sooo upset,” you say sadly, pretending to wipe away a false tear dramatically, as riko rings you up for your order. just then, you think of something awful that suguru would definitely kill you for, but you’re already pretty bold for wearing the same outfit from last night that you got fucked in and showing up 30 minutes late to meet your friends, so fuck it.

“speaking of which, riko…are you doing anything tonight?”

“besides closing up…nope.” she answers.

“well, a bunch of us are going to the new barcade that opened up downtown this evening. i’m thinking around 9, think you can make it? you can tell suguru himself to lay off kuroi,” you joke jovially.

riko laughs heartily. “i’ll see you guys there”, she says, handing you your receipt, as you wave goodbye and head to your friends in the corner table. you try not to act flummoxed as you approach your friends, suddenly acutely aware of the how your hair was all over the place (why doesn’t toji own a hairbrush?) and that your jumpsuit was clearly wrinkled and that you hadn’t been able to take a shower yet. god, this was not your sexiest look.

“do they usually allow walk of shames in this cafe? i thought it this was a safe space?” satoru grins, already thinking of 30 ways to roast you for showing your face here after being 30 minutes late. he’s trying to push away any thoughts of you getting fucked by toji out of his head.

“shut up! i…i didn’t bring any extra clothes and i woke up late, okay!” you say, defending yourself earnestly.

“leave her alone, satoru,” suguru chastises, as he scoots down a chair to make room for you. “anyway, why were you talking to riko for such a long time? did she…say anything? it’s my haircut isn’t it? i just wanted to trim the bangs a little bit but they went sooo overboard and now-“

“oh my god suguru, chill!” shoko says, rolling her eyes. “he hasn’t been able to shut the fuck about riko and it’s so annoying that me and satoru are thinking of just asking her out on his behalf, at this point.” suguru tries hard to hide a blush before trying to deflect, but you interrupt them both.

“no need,” you say, turning to face suguru, “you can ask her yourself what we talked about…tonight. at the barcade.” you smile wide with your teeth and give suguru pleading eyes, hoping he won’t get upset with you for taking the liberty to speed run his first date with riko.

his face immediately is unreadable, and satoru elbows his ribs hard and hits his back. “congrats, pal! you finally have something to look forward to tonight that isn’t on your nintendo switch.”

“yeah. i mean…i d-don’t care. at all. i mean…good for her for coming. i don’t know if i’ll even be there but if i see her then i see her. no big deal…” suguru says, mostly to himself.

everyone at the table laughs, and you find your initial weariness of your extended walk of shame slowly melt away. you take a sip of your cappuccino, as utahime complains about how tired she is from playing animal crossing with shoko all night. you feel soft thinking about how utahime probably stayed up later than her usual early bedtime for shoko, knowing full well she has to wake up at 7am the next morning for both getting coffee and teaching her 1st period homeroom at the local high school. shoko has been recently trying to fix her sleep schedule from her night float rotation all junior residents had to do at the hospital their third year.

“also, before i forget, pre-game at ours at 7. we’re inviting nanami and haibara and some other people,” satoru says absentmindedly, his eyes focused on responding to a text on his phone before turning and facing you. “you’re still good on giving me a ride to lab today, right y/n?”

oh shit. “oh, umm, yeah, definitely still good with that.” you say quickly. you don’t exactly remember when you offered to give satoru a ride, but you assume it was one of the many times you tuned him out when he spoke. who’s satoru texting? the intrusive thought came out of nowhere, but you push the newfound irritation back where it came from.

satoru and you walk back to your car while you both lament about how awful this week’s lab has been. “i mean, why even give us a lab when we have a final in like less than a week?” you say exasperatedly, as you search for the keys to your cream white mini cooper and unlock it.

“speak for yourself, i finished that lab last week.” satoru boasts, grinning at your when you give him a confused look. “i’m only going to help the cute girls in class with their work.” he shrugs. what a slag.

“you’re a whore,” you scoff, slightly annoyed at satoru. so he has time to help some random cute girl in class but not his best friend. you buckle in, and take pleasure in watching satoru struggle to situate his legs inside your tiny cramped car. his knees are bent at awkward angles, and his head practically touches the roof of the car.

satoru groans loudly and dramatically. “you have the smallest fucking car in the world, y/n, y'know that?”

“fits me perfectly,” you say nonchalantly, as you back up and drive out to campus.

“well it baaareeelyyyy fits me,” he pouts, the sun visor bumping his head while he pulls it down.

“it’s not even that tight,” you assure him..

“it’s very tight, y/n. i can feel the walls squeezing me.”

“get over it.”

“oh, so it’s okay if toji says that to you but when i say it, it’s a fuckin’ problem?”

you practically choke on your saliva and swerve into the other lane upon hearing satoru’s comment. “h-how did you know…he said that to me?” you say incredulously. there’s no way he like…hacked your phone or something right? maybe you accidentally butt dialed shoko last night and they all heard you moan god knows what. the storm of thoughts in your head is interrupted by satoru’s laughter.

“i didn’t know he said that but now i do.” oh, god. you fell for it like a fucking idiot, y/n. you try to retort something back but you’re left speechless. actually you’re a bit impressed — satoru got that out of you masterfully, and you have to appreciate the tact (or perhaps lack thereof) he had. you try to be angry towards him, but it’s futile as you both start laughing.

“i hate you — stop making me laugh it’s not funny i need to focus on the road, idiot,” you say in between giggles. your eyes stay fixed on the road as you playfully flick satoru’s head (he lets you — your laughter makes his heart beat faster and he ignores it). satoru grabs your hand with his and starts rubbing your fingers together in an effort to warm them up.

“you’re hands are so cold all the time…” he murmurs. to him, it feels so natural to play with your hands, and you let him (his touch brings an undetectable heat to your face…and other parts of your body). you look steal quick glance over at him, and are overcome with a sudden and foreign shyness that instinctually forces you to retract your hand back to the wheel almost immediately. you clear your throat, before announcing to satoru that he was here.

satoru’s knees and joints crack as they are finally released from the prison of your mini cooper, and he dramatically lets out a sigh of relief. he gets out of the car and makes a show of stretching his long legs and arms. his collegiate basketball crewneck slides up, and you catch a glimpse of his toned abs and happy trail. you hope he doesn’t hear your breath hitch before snapping out of the trance and rolling your eyes. “have fun harassing the cute girls in your class!” you say sarcastically, as he flips you off before heading to class.

during your drive back home, you don’t want to process the familiar feeling you felt last night when satoru texted you before you had sex with toji. the thoughts you had of him choking you and kissing your while toji played with your titties. oh god, you’re thinking about it again! stop it!

your neck aches from staring at your laptop screen for the last two hours as you try to make going out tonight worth it by studying extra for your final exam next week. your neck cracks loudly in all the right places and you head straight for a quick hot shower. you practically moan when the hot water hits your scalp, and allow the water to wash away all the stickiness of your complicated relationship with toji and satoru. tonight’s just for having fun and not doting on the future, you tell yourself, but not before taking a look at your soapy chest and thinking this is just the perfect picture for toji to see. you quickly snap a pic, promising yourself you won’t be one of those desperate girls toji always brings over to his house.

y/n: [1 Photo] hi :)

okay, you know you had just sent the photo to toji, but it did kind of break your heart that he didn’t immediately respond. okay, sure he’s a single dad so he might be busy…or he’s fucking some other girl. your heart drops slightly at the thought of him blowing some other unsuspecting girl’s back out, and the sadness quickly turns to annoyance. you’re better than this, y/n. who cares anyway — no one sucks dick like you do. you smirk. you definitely aren’t the type of girl who would hook up with anyone, but you know how to not sell your skills short. if toji was busy with his own life, well, so were you.

you hop out of the shower, checking your phone once again to see if toji had responded, only to be met with a text from satoru in the group chat:

satoru: [1 Photo] got the goods 😛

you open the photo to see him with a couple packs of white claws, and suguru in the background looking intently at two wine bottles in his hands. no way is satoru’s lightweight ass is gonna make through even one can before getting sloshed, you think to yourself.

shoko: what’s sugu doing?

satoru: deciding on what wine to get for riko lmfao

you can’t help but smile at how cute suguru was, being so nervous for something that wasn’t even a formal first date.

y/n: awww 🥹 get the rosé bby

shoko: y/n if ur ass isn’t ready in 10 mins i s2g i’m gonna leave without u

you scrunch your nose and throw your phone on the bed — if you really hurry you could easily be out your door in fifteen. after thinking for five minutes, you decide on a classic little black skirt with a slit on the side paired with a lace cropped bralette (that honestly really did wonders to your boobs). you wore an oversized leather button down shirt, sheer black tights, and a pair of black gogo boots. you quickly fixed up your hair, figuring that “wet” look was already trendy anyway. after applying your makeup at the speed of light (you went for a subtle yet sultry neutral look), you grab your little purse and sprint out your room, and see that shoko was staying true to her word, as she was just about to head out the door. she sees you, stops, and grins.

“you barely made it,” she teases, as she holds the door open for you.

“you bitch.” you respond, rolling your eyes. “is utahime meeting us there?”

“yes she’s already there,” shoko says, not looking up from her phone as she calls an uber. so that’s why she’s been dying to get out of the house so impatiently.

as both of you get into the uber, shoko pulls out two gummies from her purse and offers one to you. “pregame the pregame?” she says, and you both start giggling as you pop the gummy in your mouth. it’s probably not going to hit for a while, which leaves you plenty of time to get there and say your greetings to nanami and haibara before you get extremely crossed. you check your phone one last time, only to be met with no texts from toji.

“thanks for the ride!”, shoko yells out as the uber driver speeds away.

“umm, i’ve never been to oovoo javer…”, you say through giggles uncontrollably. oh, fuck. this must’ve been one of those fast acting gummies. shoko must have been feeling the effects too because she starts laughing noiselessly and you both are doubling over outside of satoru and suguru’s apartment, grabbing each other for support so you both don’t fall from how much you both are laughing.

the door of the boys’ apartment flies open and it’s some couple open mouth kissing each other, stumbling their way out of the confines of the living room rager that lied ahead for both of you. you and shoko both bit back another giggling fit before stepping in. suddenly, two arms engulfed both of you in a strong yet familiar bear hug.

“himeee~” you hear shoko greet cheerfully.

utahime hiccups, already a bit tipsy. she pouts jokingly before shoko kisses her cheek and you squeeze her torso back in another bear hug. “you bitches are awful for leaving me with dumb and dumber…” she says, punctuating her words with hiccups.

“i’m sorry, 'hime. let’s grab a drink. i also packed you a joint,” shoko apologizes before utahime drags the both of you to the kitchen for a drink. in the kitchen, you find nanami slouching against the fridge, looking annoyed as ever, and haibara animatedly talking to some lower class men. haibara locks eyes with you and immediately turns and embraces you in a warm hug, while nanami manages a shoddy wave.

"ahhh my favorite little babiessss~" you squeal, pulling both guys closers to you and giving them a strong hug. you always get very touchy and sentimental when under the influence. "i haven't seen you guys in sooooo long!"

"please let go, y/n." nanami says calmly, but not before briefly squeezing you back for what felt like half a second. wait a minute -- what the hell is nanami doing here? he never comes to these things.

"wait why are you he-"

"save it," nanami interrupts, running his fingers through his hair. "i'm only here because i wanted a referral to the lab gojo works at, and he said yes but that i needed to come over this evening so he could ask me some questions regarding the referral application."

"oh, yeah! what questions did he want to ask you?" haibara asks quizzically.

nanami takes an even deeper sigh. "i showed up and he asked if i wanted to take a shot and when i sad 'no just ask me what you need for the referral', he was like 'that's the question, do you want a shot?' and that's how i got fucking tricked into coming to this godforsaken rager." nanami seems truly miserable having fallen for satoru's scheme so easily. "anyway...given the circumstances, i did take a shot..." he groans, slowly sliding down the fridge onto the kitchen floor.

you and haibara laugh, and utahime hands you a white claw. you open the chilled can, and take a sip, your hazy state of mind helping you not feel the slight burning in the back of your throat.

"speaking of that idiot, where is he?" you ask, your eyes scanning the room for his bright white hair. you frown not seeing him anywhere, but your face quickly relaxes when you see suguru and riko heading to you and your friends. oh nice, suguru finally managed to ask riko to come to the pregame, too.

"hey riko!" shoko greets, "didn't expect to see you here..." she teases.

riko giggles and take a sip of her wine. "i couldn't say no to seeing my favorite customers!" she steals a quick glance up at suguru and you swear you see him blush. "also, this wine suguru picked out is amazing! how did you know i love rosé?"

you bite back a smile, making quick eye contact with suguru. "oh...lucky guess..." he shrugs, playing it off nonchalantly.

"oh by the way, i got a joint for us to share," shoko says, pulling it out of her bag. "anyone interested in puff puff passing?" she asks, already holding utahime's hand and heading to the balcony. suguru and riko follow suit, and you quickly bid nanami and haibara farewell.

as you turn around, you bump into the man you've been looking for, wearing the same basketball collegiate crewneck, white hair disheveled, and a drunken flush to his face.

you don't even get to say hello to satoru as he lifts you up in a giant hug that encompasses you and spins you around, making you squeal. you can't help but wrap your legs around him, knowing full well you probably shouldn't since your skirt was not long enough for it, but you needed to feel the warmth and comfort of his body around yours. you always got a bit too touchy feely when you were under the influence...

"eeep satoru~ put me down!"

"nope, missed ya", he mumbes into your hair. oh, he's definitely drunk right now. sober satoru would never openly admit something like that and it makes you giggle.

"please~ my skirt is too short for this ahh~" you plead, unwrapping your legs from his torso, all of sudden feeling embarrassed through the warm haze engulfing your body. satoru finally puts you down and shamelessly eyes you up and down while taking large sips of his beer.

"that skirt can definitely be shorter," he says cheekily, his blue eyes filled with drunken mischief. you roll your eyes dramatically and also take a sip of your claw.

"you're drunk, satoru..."

"and you need to get drunker!" he yells, already grabbing you a shot glass and pouring some of rankest shit you've ever smelled. the music starts pounding louder, and you need to raise your voice even higher to make sure he hears you.

"aren't you gonna take one with me?" you shout.

"y'know i'm a fuckin' lightweight, baby~" he frowns, handing you the shot, a little bit spilling with his sloppy actions.

you scrunch your nose at the strong stench. "i'm a bit stoned though so only one, okay?" you say to him. you close your eyes, hold your breath, and down it. your eyes water and you have to prevent yourself from dry heaving as you immediately grab the nearest can of cola on the table and chug it as a chaser.

"wooow, you're such a baby," satoru jeers, thinking about how you've always needed a non-alcoholic drink to wash down your alcohol. you're not a heavy drinker by any means -- not even a moderate drinker. as as a social drinker, you always feel the need to try to at least sort of keep up with your friends when they drink the rankest and cheapest liquor. thank god satoru has always been a lightweight.

"shut up~" you say, rolling your eyes. you grab satoru's arm and pull him closer to the balcony where all your friends are. he slides his arm down so that you're holding his hands. your heart beats faster, knowing full well your vices always made you...hornier than usual. you're trying really hard to not look back at satoru, but you steal a glance anyway. his flush face and tired eyes are all of a sudden looking really attractive to you. your eyes slide down and look at his hands, the shape of his long calloused fingers gripping your hand and you can't help but imagine how they would feel pumping inside you. oh god, was he always this attractive? ugh! why can't toji just message you back so you can just go over to his place instead of having to lust over your best friend?!

you both enter the balcony, and the cool yet humid evening air hits your face, allowing you to finally breath something that wasn't beer and sweat. that is, until the stench of weed hits your nose.

"ugh, this shit's gross! i dunno how you guys can fuckin' stand the smell," satoru complains, dramatically making a gagging face.

"and you call me a baby?!" you snort, still trying to not be obnoxiously flirtatious throughout the night to satoru. you cannot let the horniness win tonight. god, what's gotten in you? you're never this...desperate? it's satoru's fault because he's looking so good tonight, you tell yourself. you pass on the joint, and try to focus on the conversation at hand, but it's hard when satoru puts his arms around you and pulls your closer to his chest.

almost instinctively, you melt into his chest, allowing yourself to feel his warmth and focus on his breathing chest. you smell the beer from his mouth as he laughs at something suguru said and you giggle too so people can know you're sort of paying attention.

you're a perfect mix of drunk and high, and you're feeling blissful being out on this balcony with your best friends, albeit minus the thoughts of how good satoru was looking tonight. is it even that wrong to think that your friend looks hot? you're not being delusional right?

"suguru is definitely being a comedian tonight for riko, isn't he?" you tiptoe up to satoru and whipser into his ear, thinking you're being subtle. unfortunately for you (and suguru), the loud music isn't being carried out to the balcony, and everyone hears you, and starts laughing. oh shit. you immediately pan over to suguru and see him pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"oh my god, suguru i- riko, i'm obviously joking!" you say really fast, slurring through your words as the shot finally is taking effect into your body. "obviously, suguru is the funniest person i know!"

"second funniest but i'm letting suguru tell all the jokes tonight. he needs this more than i do." satoru smiles brightly, looking at his best mate and making a kissy face at him.

"okay, riko, we are actually. um. we are leaving. and going to my room or the living room or literally anywhere else but here," suguru says, abruptly standing and helping riko up.

"wait what no, i wanna hear more about this-" she starts to tease, but ends up laughing.

"you're taking her to your room?!" shoko teases, raising her eyebrows comically. utahime chokes on the joint and starts laughing coughing and you do too, before you immediately stop. you cannot get on suguru's nerves tonight, as you know that'll make him too in his head to actually focus on having a fun time with riko.

you lift your body weight off of satoru and make way for suguru to leave. satoru side steps in front of suguru and pulls him into a hug, to which he scowls and tries to break free of. "mate, we LOVE you. i love you. and y/n loves you. and i'm going to absolutely obliterate you at street fighter at the barcade tonight." satoru slurs through his words and you almost feel bad for riko for having to deal with you and your friends.

you give a sympathetic look to riko as she trails behind suguru, patting his back softly and giggling. you're about to whisper a quick sorry to her, but she takes you by surprise by whispering "i hope i get obliterated by him tonight."

your jaw drops and you could almost cry laughing at what riko just said. i mean, okay, yeah it makes sense, and good for her but oh my god? i didn't know she had that in her?, you think to yourself.

"queen, i hope it happens. i'm for real manifesting this for you," you whisper back quickly and she sips her wine and giggles and follows suguru out of the balcony.

you turn around incredulously to shoko and utahime and look up satoru, all of them completely in shock at what they heard. there's a moment of silence to process before the intrusive thoughts win in your head. "honestly, i hope i get obliterated tonight, too."

shoko groans. "shut the fuck. up! you literally got obliterated last night! can you be normal about physical touch for just one night?"

"i can't, shoko, you know i get horny when i'm crossed~" you whine, your doe eyes getting wider in desperation. oh cool, you're off the deep end now. you're just fully horny and admitting it in front of satoru who will, at the very least, use this as incriminating evidence tomorrow.

"i can help with that," satoru flirts brazenly through the alcohol in his system, bringing you closer to him and holding you tight.

"desperation is such a turn off," utahime says almost immediately.

you giggle as you melt into satoru's chest once more. "what's going on, toji not treatin' ya right?"

your body almost instantaneously goes rigid upon hearing his name, and your senses almost clear up. you whip your phone of your purse, completely ignoring satoru's question and check your messages to see if you got a notification from toji, only to see nothing. you groan and rub your temples in stress. "okay guys, gather around. this is an emergency," you say as everyone huddles closer to you.

"it's not an emergency, FYI", shoko clarifies, already having heard this story in the uber ride here.

you explain to utahime and satoru about how toji had not responded to your explicit picture since this afternoon, and how you're feeling stupid and insecure about it. "i mean, is there something wrong with me? did i cross a line? how can you ignore the same titties you sucked on less than 24 hours ago?" you say frustratingly, the alcohol once again allowing you to give way more detail than you normally would.

"you see, it's a bit hard for me to, like, understand exactly what the situation is. i think i need to see the picture you sent him to really understand and help you out, y/n." satoru says with dead seriousness as he locks his eyes with you.

"oh yeah of course!" you say as you unlock your phone and are about to show him before shoko grabs your phone away and utahime flicks his forehead.

"you nasty disgusting pervert..." she mumbles, shaking her head.

"she was literally about to show me~" he whines. "i was asking as a friend, a homie."

"okay, listen y/n. he's probably busy. he's literally a single dad, and maybe he's busy with megumi. maybe he's trying to find a real job besides being a gigolo, we don't know but it's lame to dwell on it. let's just finish up this joint and head to the barcade soon, okay?" shoko assures, holding your hand as utahime puts your phone back in your purse. god, you love them so much it hurts.

you nod your head rapidly, as satoru gets a chime on his phone.

"ohhh, shit!" he exclaims, "this girl i helped today during lab is here. and she might actually show me her titties unlike you guys, so...i'm gonna leave."

you roll your eyes in even more annoyance. great, now satoru is gonna be hanging out some random airhead while you're left to your own vices for the rest of the night? you really don't want to spend the night waiting for toji to text, and you don't care to particularly ask satoru for help. but it does make you even more desperate knowing that you're still pretty drunk and everyone in your friend group seems to be getting laid tonight except for you. maybe you can find someone cute in the barcade?

as you all bid satoru goodbye, you continue to enjoy a couple more minutes with shoko and utahime while they finish smoking the joint. once it's finished, you all are ready to head out.

"okay, you get satoru, and we'll get suguru and riko," utahime instructs. that's so high school teacher of her, you think and bite back a smile.

"who's gonna kick everyone out of this...pregame house party thing?" you ask, gesturing to the 20 or so people getting progressively more drunk and sweaty in the boys' living room and kitchen.

"suguru will handle it, not our problem," utahime says, lighting out the joint into the nearest succulent pot in the balcony. she grabs shoko's hand and leads her out of the balcony, and you follow suit.

your nose is once again met with the stench of beer and sweat, and you make a face. your eyes scan the room full of party goers for satoru, as it shouldn't be hard to find the tallest person in the room with the brightest hair, but with no luck. ugh, he's probably somewhere in the rest of the apartment with that girl, you think, not looking forward to meeting some random slag satoru was probably going to sleep with.

as you made your way through the living room to the hallway to the boys' room and bathroom, trying your best to avoid the damp sweaty skins of people and sticky floors, you realize you need to pee really badly. you shove your way to the empty hallway and quickly down the rest of your white claw before beelining to the restroom at the end of the hallway.

as you're nearing the corner turn, you hear...oh god, are you hearing? moans? of course, someone is bound to hook up at this trashy party and make you feel even worse for being so drunk and horny and having no one tonight. that's okay though, you have a plan: you'll do your best not to make eye contact to the couple just turn right into the bathroom. just as you're about to execute this plan and turn the corner, you hear them moan, "o-oh satoru~" and your head immediately whips to the direction of the person who made the offensive noise.

you're not sure what you feel and you think you feel many things, including but not limited to: disgust, hostility, annoyance and...jealousy? wait, no, that can't be right.

your eyes widen and your jaw drops and you scoff as you see satoru french kissing some floozy outside his room, his hands up her shirt feeling her titties. wait, are you jealous or turned on? wait, what's happening?

satoru hears your scoff and rapidly removes his hands from the girl's shirt and stops kissing her to look at your bewildered and exasperated face. you give him a look that says "are you serious?" before you chuck your empty white claw can at him (he deftly dodges it) and shout, "get a room! but also get ready, you horndog, we're leaving to the barcade!"

you don't wait to hear an answer as you immediately slip into the bathroom and lock the door. god what was that? okay, let's break this down, you think to yourself, desperately scrambling to get your intoxicated thoughts in order. your head is slightly spinning and you lean on the bathroom sink for support as you try to sort out why you're feeling your chest drop in what you can only identify as jealousy. no, you're not jealous because you're in love with satoru, you're jealous because it just doesn't make sense.

if satoru is gonna fuck around with anyone tonight, it might as well be you, right? it's just rude, like as a friend, to kiss someone else who's not your friend when your friend is really horny, right? god, are your inebriated thoughts even making sense?

you try to snap out of delirium by turning on the faucet and drinking some water, trying to sober yourself down. or maybe you actually need to just get another drink? maybe you just need to find some cute guy to buy you a drink at the bar later and you'll snap out of it.

actually, maybe toji should just fucking text you back so you can go crawling to him at the end of the night so he can obliterate your pussy. you fish your phone out of your purse only to be met with no notifications from toji. you click on the message between you and toji, and start to draft out some lewd and lecherous texts to him. you thankfully, you don't have time to contemplate your actions or hit send before you hear the music die and people groaning.

you hear suguru yelling at everyone to get the fuck out and either go home or to the barcade, and you hear satoru start singing closing time, slurring the lyrics. this is the guy you're jealous about? this is the fella you want to lowkey fuck?

you pray that either a) toji messages you back or b) you find a nice non-creepy guy at the bar who's willing to at least make out with you, or 3) you instantly get sober after peeing.

only time will tell.

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 month

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yeah, you wanna find love

matty healy + teen!swiftie!daughter!reader

warnings: some language, angst, fluff, cheating

a/n: do u guys get the title? get it? get it? the title? cuz she sang it? the city? at satvb? get it?

ty bae anon who requested im in LOVE.

I know Eras and Matty and her dating happened way after Red TV was released but shhhhhhhhh

Like any other normal teenage girl, you got excited every time Taylor Swift dropped an album, announced an album, or did anything remotely hinting at herself and her work. Even if it was a far stretch, you were on social media like the rest ready to prove or debunk theories. Tonight, she’s releasing her second re-recording, Red (Taylor’s Version) You were a fan. Even though she and your father dated for like a month and now they never speak to each other and the chances of you seeing The Eras Tour ever again are slim to none, you admired her so much.

Your dad had said goodnight and sent you to bed more than an hour ago. You planned to go against his wishes a little bit and stay up and listen to the album. It was only one time, and it was for the sake of music, so if you got caught he wouldn't be too upset, right? …Right?

The plan was all fine until you got hungry. The kitchen was connected to the living room which is where your father spent most of his late nights, doing work, watching TV, sleeping, whatever. It was quiet so you assumed that he had already gone upstairs for the night or was fast asleep on the couch. It all gave you the confidence to believe that you could sneak into the pantry and not be seen. You were wrong, however.

“Go to bed.”

He was there. Wide awake. Just quietly scrolling through his phone.

You pouted. “C’mon. It comes out in like an hour.”

He never took his eyes off his phone. “And you have to wake up at 6 am for school tomorrow.”

“And I’m still gonna go! One night of staying up and listening to an album isn’t going to change my perfect grades or 4.0 GPA.”

“I said no.” His voice grew a little more stern.

Your begging was now at a full 10. “This is a big deal, Dad! Just because you can’t listen to Taylor anymore doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t!”

“What I say goes, you know that.”

You smirked. “Oh, so it was fine when it was your album?” He hated it when you were a smart-ass. Mainly because you reminded him too much of himself when you acted that way.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Go to bed.”

“Ughhhhh.” You slumped up the stairs.

“I love you, baby.”

“And I love your ex!”

…

Almost 2 hours later, Matty got tired of the things he saw on Instagram, and the yawns he kept giving let him know that it was time for bed. As he walked upstairs he heard the faintest sound

At first, he thought it was because of something he had done. He thought that maybe the attitude he showed earlier was too much, but on the other hand, he knew his girl was too tough for that to break her. He opened the door and saw your frame curled on the bed. Your face was buried in your pillow but it was evident by the bits that were showing that your face was red and littered with tears. You heard him open the door and walk to you, but you didn't move.

“What’s happened.” He asked quietly as he slipped in into the other side and pulled you close.

“Just shut up. I just need you.” You were harsh but he knew your tone held no true anger or hurt.

“Okay. Okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” He held you as you cried into his chest. You were sobbing. You tried to catch your breath between the hiccups and cries, but it took minutes for you to fully calm down. To you, those minutes felt like hours, and as time went on Matty became increasingly worried about the severity of the situation.

You took one last big inhale, then spoke. “He cheated on me”

“What?”

“He cheated on me…then dumped me when I found out.”

“When?! When did this happen?”

“A little less than a week ago.” He sighed, He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You and your boyfriend had been dating for nearly 2 years. From the way it looked to the outside world, you two were as happy as could be. Matty always had his doubts but he chalked it up to the typical dad senses overreacting, especially because you always looked so happy and you hadn't been that way in a long time. “I should’ve broken it off long ago.” You hiccuped and cried through your next words. “He ignores me. Everything I say. Everything I do. It's like I’m talking to a brink wall half of the time. I tell him I’ve had enough and he apologizes and makes me feel great like I’m the only one who matters, and then he makes the same fucking mistakes, over and over and over again. He likes the idea of a relationship but doesn't want to put in the work of having one. At least when it comes to me…”

Matty didn't know what to say. It was a complete shock to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing-”

“Yes, he does. He just doesn't care.”

“How did this happen, if this happened a bit ago then why are you crying just now?”

You hid your face again. He rubbed your back. “You’re gonna laugh…”

“I won't laugh-”

“You’re gonna be mad,” You said, looking up.

He smiled. “I won't. Promise.” He said, winking.

You sighed and buried your head back into him. “I was listening to the 10-minute version of All Too Well.”

“God, bubs.”

You sat up and looked at him. “Let me live! It was too real. I related too much. I’m serious.”

He reached his arms back up, guiding you to come back to him. “I know. Im sorry.”

You pouted as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you ever cry to my songs?”

“Only of embarrassment.”

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kindestofkings · 6 months

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photography era [3]

elijah hewson x reader

reader is childhood bestfriends/ who doubles up as their occasional photographer, who is currently touring with the band!

authors note: hahahah I litch was like im gonna make a short little part 3 just to wrap this idea off and then next minute im reaching the pic limit, anyway I think it turned out cute so enjoy !

I really appreciate all the love i've received with my last insta au's y'all are the best <3

(PS: Picture credits to whoever took them)

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inhalerdublin Thank you Lille for kicking off our EU tour.

We’re back in Amsterdam tonight for our biggest show so far at @afaslive

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-filling this dramatic fella with drink to get back in his good books

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if you made it this far I love and appreciate you so much! all the forehead kisses xx

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aaronhotchnersworld · 3 months

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aaron hotchner x bau wife reader

hurt

The unsub we’ve have been trying to find is a very smart man. We’ve been here for a week and still have nothing. Everyone’s frustrated, especially aaron. I love aaron, of course i do, im his wife. I just wish he would take a breather sometimes.

The unsub had been luring young women out of bars at night, torturing them for 3 days, then shooting them in the back of the head.

Spencer has just figured out where the unsub had been taking them, 3 abandoned building with a huge field next to it. There were all side by side meaning we had to split up.

Aaron and I had decided that it’s best if we split when getting an unsub, because we both get overprotective and we don’t want anything to affect our performance.

“reid and jareau, take the last building. y/l/n and morgan, take the second building, prentiss and i will take the first building” Hotch directed us. My last name is hotchner now, but we keep is y/l/n at work so it’s not confusing.

I feel nervous, like something bad is going to happen. Aaron noticed, as he came over and gave me a touch on the shoulder and a reassuring smile. I love Aaron so much.

Everyone quickly went to where they were supposed to be. As derek and I approached the building, I heard a noise coming from the field. “Derek I think he’s in the field” i told him. Derek agreed and radioed to aaron to tell him.

We quickly made our way down to the field, separating due to how big it was. “are you sure you’re okay if we separate?” derek asked me. I told him yes. He went left and I went right.

After about 5 minutes of going into the field, I heard a noise behind me. I quickly tried to radio “I think I hea-” but was quickly cut off when I got thrown to the ground. “you fucking bitch” he told me.

I tried to get up but then a loud gunshot rang out and I quickly realized I had just been shot in the abdomen.

The unsub quickly ran.

“Y/L/N do you copy” aaron shouted into the radio.

“Y/L/N I repeat do you copy?!” He said louder this time.

“Y/N” he shouted with fear in his voice.

I did everything I could to try and answer but I couldn’t. I can’t even imagine how scared aaron is right now. I really wish he was here.

“y/n” i heard and quickly realized it was aaron. thank god he found me. He quickly rushed over to me and screamed into his radio “I need a medic immediately, agent down, gunshot wound to the abdomen, medic now”

I looked at the love of my life as tears rolled down my cheeks. I could see the fear in his eyes. “It’s okay you’re gonna be okay” He told me. “I lo- love you aaron” I told him in fear. “I love you so much y/n you are going to be okay I promise” I began to cry more as my eye lids became heavier.

“no no no you can’t close your eyes let me see those beautiful eyes of yours”

“i’m scared”

I could see how that made him more upset. “you are going to be okay, we’re gonna grow old together and have children. You are the love of my life and I promise you it will all be okay” He told me as he put pressure on my abdomen and stroked my hair.

“tha- that” i try to say but I choke on my blood coming out of my mouth. He turns me on my side and screams “WHERE IS THE FUCKING MEDIC” I can hear the fear in his voice. “a- aaron” i say desperately. “it’s okay sweetie it’s all okay” he told me.

“i’m- im so tired” “i know sweetie i know but keep those pretty eyes open alittle longer” I can see the tears rolling down his cheeks and I so desperately want to close my eyes but I do my best not too.

We hear sirens and aaron starts screaming “WE’RE OVER HERE”

I begin to close my eyes. “no no no no please open your eyes y/n.” he cries out. you do your best to open your eyes but you can’t and the last thing you remember is him screaming for you to open your eyes.

aarons pov:

Derek has to practically drag me away from y/n as the paramedics hurry on over. “gunshot wound to the abdomen” i quickly tell them as tears run down my cheeks. “I have to go with her” i tell derek. “aaron listen to me, you are in no condition to go with her. they will take care of her but you need to listen to me, jj is going to ride with her, she’ll be okay” derek told me.

We all quickly arrive at the hospital and I am a mess. I go to the restroom and look in the mirror. I have so much blood on me. It looks like i’ve been shot. My breath catches in the back of my throat. I can’t believe. I don’t know what i’ll do if she doesn’t make it. She is the love of my life she has to be okay. “aaron you should change your clothes” I look up to see derek holding out a bag of clothes. I can tell he’s scared.

“derek, what if she dies? i- i can’t live without her she has to be okay” i say as tears roll down my cheeks.

“y/n is one of the strongest girls I have ever met, she will be okay and she has you waiting for her when she wakes up. I know she will wake up” he reassures me.

He leaves the bathroom giving me time to compose myself. I start to think about all the memories I have with y/n.

y/n joined the team 8 years ago. We started dating 6 years ago and got married 3 years ago. She is the love of my life. y/n has been there for me through everything, she is kind, smart, beautiful and my girl.

i decide to change my clothes because i have so much blood on mine. i change my clothes and try my best to wash my hands but there is still blood on them no matter how much i wash them. I punch the mirror out of frustration. I NEED her to be okay.

I walk out of the bathroom and go back to the waiting room. “y/f/n y/l/n” we hear. I quickly stand up as the doctor walks over to us. “y/n lost a lot of blood, it was touch and go for awhile but we managed to get her back. The bullet did a lot of damage. she should wake up within the next few hours but we recommend one person at a time in there so she doesn’t get overwhelmed. She will need to stay here in the hospital for about a week or two. She will need help and I highly recommend she does not stay alone.” He told us. The entire team sighs in relief knowing that y/n will be okay. They all tell me to go see her first.

“i’m her husband, she’ll be with me” I quickly told him. “Am i able to see her?” “yes you can, follow me please”

I quickly stand up and follow him to y/n’s room. “Once you take her home in about a week or two, it’s important to make sure her wound doesn’t get infected. you are going to have to change her bandage once a day, she can’t do it herself. It’ll be very painful but if you don’t do it, it could get infected. She is going to be in alot of pain and it will be hard for her to do most things. It’s important to make sure she rests and doesn’t overdo it.” He informs me.

“I’ll take care of her” I tell him. I walk into her room and the doctors leaves. A tear rolls down my cheek as I look at her. I know she is going to be okay but I don’t want her to be in pain. I pull up a chair and sit next to her. I take her hand into mine. I don’t know how long i’ve been sitting here, it might have been 5 minutes or it might have been 2 hours. I feel her squeeze my hand.

“y/n” I say softly as I stroke her hair. She squeezes my hand again. “hey hey hey y/n open your eyes my love” I tell her. She slowly opens her eyes. “hi beautiful” I tell her as a tears runs down my cheek. “aaron” she says but it comes out all raspy. “it’s okay” I say as I wipe the tears that fall from her eyes

“what happened” she asks. “we went to catch the unsub and you got shot in the abdomen” I softly told her as I stroked her hair. “I wanna go home” she cried out. “I know baby I know, you have to stay here for about a week but then we’ll go home and i’ll take care of you y/n/n” I tell her.

“I love you aaron” “I love you y/n”

“Do you want to see the rest of the team?” I softly asked her. She nods her head. I go and get the rest of the team, they are all so happy to see her awake. They all stay for about 2 hours but then we can all see how tired y/n is. They say there goodbyes and head out.

“where is jack?” she asks me

“he is staying with Jessica right now, i’ll go get him tomorrow and bring him here”

“I’d love to see him tomorrow”

“I’ll make sure he is here . You should get some rest sweetheart” I tell her softly. “i’m not tired” “I can tell when you’re lying, I know you are tired why don’t you rest those pretty little eyes of yours?”

“I want to spend time with you” I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll be right here when you wake up”

“promise?”

“I promise” I say as I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair. I watch as she slowly falls asleep.

one week later

The doctors have cleared y/n to go home today. I know how badly she wants to go home.

“Are you ready to go home?” I ask her. “yes please. can you- can you help me change into my clothes?” she asks me as she looks at the floor.

“Of course i’ll help you, don’t be ashamed” I softly tell her.

I guide her into the bathroom with her clothes in my hand. I pull the string on her gown and pull it off of her. I help her put her underwear and sweatpants on as she groans in pain. “i know sweetie i’m sorry” i tell her. I help her put her bra and sweatshirt on.

We eventually arrive home and I help her up the stairs and into the house. We make our way to the couch and I slowly help her sit down. She groans in pain.

“I’m sorry sweetie I know it hurts”

I see her eyes fill with tears as she leans into me. I give her a hug and ask her “what do you need?”

“I just need you aaron, I love you”

“I love you too” I say as I kiss her forehead. “Do you think you’re up for Jack to come back home? I’ve been having him stay with Jessica while you were in the hospital”

“i’d love for Jack to come back home”

Two hours later

It is now 8pm and Jessica has just brought Jack back over and i’m so happy to see y/n and Jack happy. I made sure to let Jack know he needs to be careful because y/n is very hurt.

“Y/N” I hear jack yell happily

“hi buddy” I hear y/n say happily. Jack gives her a hug but he makes sure to be careful. I can see how tired y/n is. “How about we watch a movie?” I say to both Jack and y/n

“YAY MOVIE” jack yells and y/n giggles. I sit on the end, y/n in the middle and Jack next to y/n. We let jack pick the movie. He picks the polar express.

About 30 minutes into the movie, I can really tell y/n is struggling to stay awake. “lean on my shoulder y/n it’s okay if you fall asleep” I whisper to her. She slowly leans her head on my shoulder and I ask her if she is in any pain, she says she isn’t.

She quickly falls asleep and I kiss her forehead. After the movie is over, y/n is still sleeping and Jack looks tired.

“Jack” I whisper

“yes daddy?”

“why don’t we get you to bed?”

“what about y/n?”

“don’t worry about her buddy, I got her”

I slowly stand up and lay y/n’s head down on the pillow. Jack gives y/n a kiss on the forehead and I smile. He really loves her. He doesn’t call her mom which I completely understand but I know he looks up to her like a mother figure.

I take Jack to bed. “I love you Jack, good night buddy” I tell him.

“Goodnight daddy I love you too”

I go back out to y/n and slowly pick her up, being extra careful. She groans in pain. “It’s okay sweetie i’m just taking you to bed”

I lay her under the covers and sit next to her. I stroke her hair and ask her “are you in pain sweetie?”

she nods her head yes as tears fill her eyes

“I’ll go get you one of your pain pills”

I quickly go get her a painkiller and a glass of water. She takes it and I get in bed with her.

“what do you need?”

“I just need you”

I slowly move over so i’m directly next to her and lay her head on my chest carefully.

“is this good?” I ask her

“it’s perfect”

“go to sleep sweetheart” I tell her. I can feel her breathing slow down as she falls asleep.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #fem reader

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trevuorzegras · 2 months

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━╋ JUST NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.

cinnamon girl by lana del rey

summary: In which Trevor pushes y/n away, because he doesn’t know how to express how he truly feels.

pairings: trevor zegras x GN!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. short drabble

Trevor was never good at express how he felt. He was always the type of person to hold in every emotion, until it all came to the surface causing him to lash out. Him being with Y/n helped him a lot. They always knew how to help him through his emotions.

That was until Jamie Drysdale got traded to the Philadelphia Flyers. Jamie had been Trevor’s bestfriend for years. He was so hurt when he heard the news of the trade.

Jamie got on a flight that night to make his way to Philadelphia, causing Trevor not to get a proper goodbye. This absolutely crushed the boy. Even though Y/n was his support system he couldn’t bring himself to speak to them about how he was feeling.

you try to push me out.

Trevor hadn’t gone home that night which caused worry to fill Y/n’s mind. Their thoughts were going to the absolute worst when the left wing didn’t pick up any of their calls.

Y/n went to bed in complete worry that night. They tossed, and turned that entire night, worry coursing through them. It hadn’t been until the next morning, that they received a text from Jack Hughes. This message caused their worry to wash away partly.

Jack

hey, y/n. trev is safe. he stayed at a hotel last night, im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. he should be home soon. love you

Y/n

thank you for telling me jack. it’s okay, i’m just glad he’s safe. love you too.

A slight weight was lifted off their shoulders as they now knew Trevor was safe, but it left them wondering why he didn’t confine in them. Trevor had always gone to them when he needed to express his true emotions, this left Y/n feeling upset.

Did he no longer trust them?

Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, a very tired looking Trevor stepping inside, with a backpack hung over his shoulders.

Y/n quickly stood up, making their way to the brunette boy, a hesitant look on their face. Trevor looked down at Y/n, a sorrowful look on his face. Y/n hesitated slightly before wrapping their arms around him. He quickly wrapped his arms around their waist, allowing his head to fall to the crook of their neck.

“What’s going on Trev? Please talk to me. I cannot have you closing up again, you were doing so good.” Y/n spoke as they ran their fingers through the boys hair.

Trevor let out a loud breath, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Jamie leaving has really taken a lot out on me. It’s only been a few hours, and i feel like it’s suffocating me.”

Y/n pulled away from the tight hug to look into Trevor’s eyes. They brought their hand up to his face, to wipe the tear that fell, “Trevor it’s okay to feel that way. I mean you lost your bestfriend, but you can’t avoid speaking about your feelings like you use to. I was so worried about you, i barely got any sleep last night. I couldn’t sleep not knowing where you were.”

Trevor’s glaze softened at the sight of the person stood in front of him, as they spoke softly to him. His eyes furrowed sadly as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, Y/n/n. I never meant to worry you, i just needed time alone to process everything. I’m not sure why, it probably would’ve been easier if you helped me through it.”

but i just find my way back in.

Y/n’s eyes stayed on Trevor as he looked at the ground, a saddened expression on his face. Y/n softly said his name, causing him to look up, meeting their eyes, “It’s okay, love. Just promise me you won’t do that again. I’m here for you, anything you need.”

Trevor smiled softly at Y/n, bringing them into his embrace once again, “Just need you here with me.”

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out

i win.

okay guys, first drabble.. tell me if this is bad i genuinely can’t tell if i hate or love it.

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iheartzegras · 1 year

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Hey! Can you do something where Trevor Z is keeping you up all night and your tired and just snap at him?

exhausted - trevor zegras

hi anon! thanks for your request!

i have a lot of requests in my inbox right now, so it might take a little while to get them all done :(

also, sorry for not posting the last two days, i had a bad migraine!

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your day at work had been exhausting. even though you worked with the ducks as a trainer and saw familiar faces often, you still had a draining day. you had so many files to fill after past injuries and updates that you had rushed to get done to avoid working overtime. you just wanted to get home and rest.

your keys jingling in your apartment door relieved you, as you knew you finally were able to rest. as you walked in, you were greeted with silence. you remembered that trevor went out with the other team members to celebrate their win that occurred the same evening.

you set your keys on the counter and took your shoes off. the california weather was warm enough that you were wearing shorts and a plain shirt, which was comfy enough already, so you didn’t need to change. walking to the couch, you grabbed your favourite blanket and the tv remote. turning on netflix and watching whatever came on your feed, you planned on napping.

just as you were about to doze off, you heard loud voices which seemed to be trevor saying goodbye to his team. you sighed, knowing your nap was about to be taken away.

trevor normally had a lot of stories to tell after games. whether it be fights that occurred, amazing goals scored, memorable moves that were made, or anything that caught his eye in general. usually, you would love this. you loved how he always had stories to tell and that he never failed to make you smile with them. today, though, you were simply too tired to listen. you were too exhausted to function. you needed a break.

trying and hoping to fall back asleep, you felt a big dent in the couch appear. before you knew it, trevor was already excitedly rambling about the events in the game prior to this.

you really did not want to get frustrated or upset with him. you tried to acknowledge what he was saying, but the speed of his words and his movements, it was almost impossible.

“trev, honey, can you please stop for just a minute? im just too tired” “oh. yeah, sure”

later on, you still hadn’t napped yet, so you decided to go to bed. trevor came along with you, because it was starting to get late and he had morning skate. while getting ready to go to sleep, trevor constantly was singing and playing music. daily when you two would get ready for bed, you would sing along to songs, but today was not the case.

in bed, trevor would not stop moving. his legs kept wiggling against yours and his head was continuously moving around in the crook of your neck. he was so restless today, which did not work out in your favour. then, he started mumbling which just pushed you over the edge. you didn’t want to say something, but you had to.

“trevor! stop moving and humming. i’ve had a headache all day and you’ve only added to it! can you not stop just for today?” you yelled at him. “y-yeah. i’ll just go sleep on the couch. i’ll leave you alone.”

you knew you really had messed up when he left and brought his pillows with him. you didn’t know what to do. you knew the right thing to do was to bring him back here and apologize, but you really did need this sleep.

after an hour of tossing and turning, you needed trevor. you barely hesitated to get up and start softly walking out of your bedroom and to the living room.

seeing him on the couch, fast asleep, made guilt consume you. you yelled at him too much. he wasn’t doing anything that deserved that.

you softly brushed the locks that covered his face behind his ear. you gave him a kiss on his forehead and gently started to shake his shoulder. as his eyes fluttered open, he just looked at you. sadness evident in his eyes. “i’m so sorry, my love. i didn’t mean to lecture you like that. i’ve had a very hard day, and have barely had any sleep or rest all day. you didn’t do anything wrong. please come back to bed, i don’t like seeing you alone on this couch.” you apologized to him. he seemed to accept your request by silently following you. sleep was still coating trevor’s features as he got back into bed.

you felt the need to apologize again so you whispered to him “trevor, i truly am so so sorry, and i love you so much. now, how about you tell me about those hockey stories again?” after you said those last words his face lit up and he smiled.

after he started talking about the stories again, you hugged onto the side of his neck and chest as you continued to listen. those tales seemed to calm you, because sooner or later, you were right asleep next to trevor.

the two of you rarely snapped at each other. when you did, you both made sure that you always resolved it quickly and figured out the issue. you both helped each other deal with things. he cured your exhaustion most of the time.

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this was kind of repetitive, but i hope you all still enjoyed!

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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Take A Chance On Me: Jake Sully

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word count: 800

description: Jake who is tired of seeing your heart broken or hearing about your failed talking stages, wants you to give him a chance.

"So how did your little date go last night?" Jake asked you as you two walked through the forest.

"Uh, it didn't. Guy was a total prick." You said making Jake smile at your words.

"Why's that sweetheart?" He asked you.

"Because he was thirty minutes late to where we agreed to meet up and then he had the nerve to ask if we could still hook up." You said rolling your eyes as Jake frowned at what you said.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve that." He said to you as he reached for your hand.

"It's alright, kinda used to it now." You said with a sigh as Jake hated that you were used to being treated this way.

Jake has been in love with you since he first saw you, he swore that he had died and gone to heaven. You were so beautiful in his eyes and then when he actually got to know you more, he fell even harder because you were just so sweet and kind always checking in on him or helping him if he needed it.

Soon enough you two were constantly together that was unless you were talking to someone because he always gave you the space to explore your options even if they weren't the best for you or even if deep deep down he wanted you to choose him. He still remembers the first time he saw your tears after getting your heart broken and how he never wanted to see your tears again but only you would notice him.

"Thanks for walking me home and for listening to my pathetic love life." You said as you reached the home tree.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart, I was glad too, and as for your love life I think will turn around, just give it time, im sure your prince charming is right in front of your eyes." He said hugging you.

You gave him a small smile before walking into your home and heading straight for bed where you thought about what he said wondering if you had been overlooking someone. The next few days you noticed that Jake was always around, and it began to make you wonder if you had been overlooking him this entire time.

"What's on your mind? You've been so spaced out today." Neytiri asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Just thinking. Tiri do you think Jake likes me?" You asked her nervously.

"Are you kidding me? That boy has been in love with you since you got here, I think you are the only person who hasn't noticed." She said shocking you.

"Really?" You asked.

"Really. He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky themselves, he always gets so upset when you get heartbroken or anything always wishing you give him a chance, and he's always talking about you like Neytiri did you see how pretty y/n looks today? Or did you see how y/n makes her bows and how creative she is? That boy is obsessed with you." She said making you smile at the thought of Jake saying and doing those things.

"So are you gonna give him a chance?" She asked you.

"I am. Maybe he's right that my prince charming is right in front of me." You said making her smile.

"Good because I can hear him coming this way." She said to you as you turned and saw Jake approaching you two with flowers in his hands.

"Hey, Neytiri. Hey y/n do you think we could talk in private for a few?" He asked nervously as you nodded your head.

"See back at home!" Neytiri said making you laugh as she ran off leaving you and Jake

"Hi Jake, what did you want to talk about?" You asked him.

"I was wondering and hoping that maybe this isn't too forward of me to ask but I was hoping that maybe you would consider going on a date with me tomorrow night?" He asked.

"I would love to Jake." You said standing on your tippy toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Wait really?" He asked shocked still not believing he wasn't dreaming.

"Yes, like you said the other night my prince charming might be right in front of my eyes." You said making him smile.

"Thank you and these are for you." He said handing you the flowers he had been holding.

"Thank you, Jake, they are absolutely beautiful." You said.

"They are but not nearly as beautiful as you." He said making you smile as you couldn't wait for ya'lls date tomorrow.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #jake sully fanfiction #jake sully fluff

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5am-mist · 1 year

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I need a Bella Ramsey being super stickyI need a Bella Ramsey being super with fem!reader (I don't know if you really say "sticky" since my first language is Spanish but what I mean is something like if reader is on the couch and Bella jumps to hug her and no want to release it) I hope you have understood me.thank you!!!😘😘

I Crave your touch

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> bella is tired and all she wants it to hold and be held by you

°requested?°> yeah! :))

~°A/N°~

i think its the same as clingy i really hope so but anyway i hope this is what you wanted and i hope you enjoy reading! im not quite sure about how this one came out lol, also please don't be shy to send in requests i really appreciate them! enjoy! thank you for the request love you guyss <33

Bella had been working really hard recently with the release of the last of us they had been doing so many press events and interviews that it was clear they were exhausted. On top of that he was also upset that he couldn't spend as much time with you.

You understood though, it was her job and there wasn't much she could do about it but that didn't mean you didn't miss him. On this particular day Bella was beyond busy they had an interview at 7 am then a pannel at 1pm and lastly another interview at 4 pm. In the end it was worth it though because they had an off day tomorrow.

Bella only got home at 7 that night, you were sitting on the couch when they arrived. She took off her shoes and quickly made her way over to you (well as quick as their feet would take them in their exhausted state). As you went to look up at him, he floped on top of you which was more unexpected than it was painful. "tired?" you asked as they shifted into a slightly more comfortable postion, even though you already knew the answer.

Your were brushing your hands through their hair as they nodded to tired to even talk. All you did was let out a hum as you held him, the room then fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn't long before she fall asleep.

Bella missed you. They missed your smile, your laugh, your smile, your touch. You would be lying if you said you hadn't missed him too.

Moments like this were seldom but they were always welcomed. You fell asleep soon after, the thought of finally having Bella home and asleep in your arms putting your mind at ease.

Bella woke up later that night due to a bit of back pain, but when they saw you fast asleep they decided that for now they'd go back to sleep, you holding them and them holding you. He didn't plan on letting you go anytime soon.

You guys would simply have to worry about the back pain in the morning.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #lgbtq #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #hbo the last of us

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kichikichiko · 1 year

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Exhaustion

Fanfic for all but specifically written for my wonderful and amazing @hitomisuzuya

You need to take better care of yourself dear :(( I hope this little fanfic could give you a bit of comfort, or even make you smile. Anything is enough truly ❤️

Tighnari x fem!reader who overworks herself and is exhausted

Petnames used, fluff, not proofread, worried Tighnari

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You were exhausted, tired and sleepy. Your sleep schedule has gone haywire and you barely remember the last time you actually slept on your comfy bed instead of your wooden desk, stacked with papers

Working on papers for the akademiya was fun at first, but slowly became unbearable. Your papers were getting rejected left and right, making you think you should just quit being a student in that horrid school all together.

You knew better than to do that, being a scholar was your dream since you were a little girl. You simply couldn't give up now.

Being focused on forcing your eyes to stay open, and trying hard to not make your handwriting sloppy. You didnt realise a certain fennec fox leaning against the doorframe of your room. He knew you'd been working day and night to submit a paper that was deemed worthy by the akademiya in fact, he saw you from your window earlier that day still reading notes and writing them down.

The fox looked at you from behind, not saying a word not wanting to disturb your state. He softened his gaze and slowly walked towards you

"Sunflower, its time you go sleep. Youve been on your desk since 5 PM, come on lets go" placing his hands gently on your shoulders in fear of startling you.

"Hmmm" was your response, not looking away from your paper and reference documents. You CLEARLY werent listening to him and you CLEARLY wont end up sleeping

Your halfassed response caused ypur boyfriend to frown and scoff. Looks like you've awaken his sassy personality now.

He pushed your chair away fron the desk, making you face him "youre not listening to me dear"

Without letting you spit back a response or give another excuse the man carried you bridal style and made his way to your bed

"Tighnari let me go! My paper isn't finished just let me-"

"No. No means no. Did you not hear me? Youve been working since 5 PM its almost 12 and if I dont stop you now youll probably work till next morning." He cut you off and placed you down on your bed

Him cutting you off made you sigh. You knew he had a point, and you were too tired to fight back anyways.

"Look, I know finishing that paper is top priority to you, but taking care of yourself is more of a top priority love. I dont want you getting sick that will be a big problem"

You stayed silent, looking down at your hands, playing with your finger nails. It was pretty much a habit you did when you didnt know what to say or do. A habit Tighnari is all too familiar with

He kissed you on your forehead and leaned his forehead on yours "please just rest up. Im worried about your health sunflower" his voice was filled with uncertainty that you'd take his advice to heart and boarderline upset that you're exhausted, working day and night in end.

Your eyes widen slightly before you smiled a bit, placing a hand on his cheek, carefully and weakly caressing it. "Alright Nari, you win." You started before pulling away and looking at him still smiling

Your eyes showed evidence of fatigue and yet, a hint of shimmer in your eyes still remain, reassuing Tighnari that the "you" he knew was still there.

He tucked you into bed before sliding in and cuddling with you

"Goodnight Tighnari"

"Goodnight my sunflower"

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elsfairy · 1 year

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OVERPROTECTIVE ⋯ ♡ᵎ (listen, I know I've been on my sub sevika shit for a while and haven't done top sevika for a bit, but I'm doing it now m'kay? I also fell asleep doing this last night, so ik im late but i had to finish it lololol)

☆ At the start of knowing her, she did not care. Shit, she didn't even give you a single glance or word. She stuck to herself, and her job alone.

☆ Well, she tired but you always had stupid questions to ask.

☆ You found something amazing? great, she didn't care. You did something fun? cool, she still didn't care. You wanted to talk to her? nice, she didn't want to talk to you.

☆ You're hyper. You're always happy, so you couldn't really see her being really dismissive of you and with her behavior, or you did but you just loved annoying her.

☆ "Can you go annoy someone else? i have shit to do"

☆ "But why? i feel safe here, with you"

☆ It was normal for her to become more closed off after that. Not because you scared her, she's just never been told that they are safe around/with her. It was... different.

☆ Of course, she can't ignore your ass for too long because she cannot stand people harassing you, or making you uncomfortable.

☆ If she's in a good mood she will sometimes laugh at your jokes. She's also the only one allowed to piss you off or bother you. So when she noticed someone else deliberately upsetting you, it pisses her off.

☆ Being around an angry Sevika was something that you understood shouldn't happen. As much as she acted like she hated you, she didn't want you around her purely because she didn't want to scare you.

☆ "Get her out, or you'll be the next one to end up like this if you don't"

☆ She refuses to let you walk around Zaun, alone. She wasn't sure what could happen if she was not with you at all times.

☆ Sevika is the type of person to not show her emotions, but always checks your face for cuts, bruises, or blood whenever she sees you next. Constantly checking you over in case you decided to not listen to her about going out, alone.

☆ "I'm fine, you don't have to keep⎯"

☆ "Yes i do. You're in your own world most of the time. I need to keep you safe."

☆ You weren't fully sure, but just maybe that was her way of saying she gave a crap about you. Although with Sevika, anything she says could mean literally anything else, it made you smile anyway.

☆ If you're at the bar together, she's with you. Breathing down your damn neck, letting people know you're not to be messed with. Even a small glance at you, and she's ready to punch someone.

☆ She wasn't controlling of you, and of what you wanted to do. But if you were wanting to go off and do something, she's wanting to know so she can be with you & keep you safe.

☆ If she feels like you're too far from her, she's dragging you extra close. Holding your hand without really thinking and knowing. Just knows that she cannot let you out of her sight.

☆ "Do not go anywhere without me, do you understand?"

☆ "Yes, Vika"

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wooahaes · 1 year

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i’ll come find you even during a dark night

pairing: non-idol!changbin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mention!

daisy’s notes: sleepy binnie........ im HUNGRY

The hard part of having a busy boyfriend and a birthday during the week was that you didn’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted.

Changbin’s only free hours collided with the plans you’d made with your friends (who were also busy people), meaning that you barely got to see your boyfriend past the “good morning, happy birthday, I love you!” text he sent (alongside a picture of his cute face when you requested it). It wasn’t a huge deal, in your opinion: Changbin lived across the city from you, which meant it’d be a hassle after a busy work day to come see you, so the two of you could have a date later to make it up. You told him you were a fully grown adult woman who could handle herself, even if he did apologize again since he knew your feelings surrounding your birthday.

He’d gotten off work and texted you to see if you were still up. When you said that you were, he asked if you wanted him to get you cupcakes delivered to your apartment--just two or three, not a huge amount. You’d agreed to it easily enough, and he said to watch out for them then.

What you didn’t expect was to open the door to see Changbin standing there with a small box in his hands, shyly smiling at you with a slight tiredness to his everything. “Hi.”

You stepped aside to let him in, and watched him. “I thought you were busy--”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I told you I wanted to come see you.” He paused. “And my mom insisted.”

It earned a giggle from you, even though you were pretty sure he was just trying to justify coming here to your apartment rather than going home. Then again, you knew how much he told his mom about you. You knew that she loved you, too, and she probably would have told him to come see you today unless he was certain you’d be upset by him going against your request. The only reason you had told him to go home and rest was because you knew he was tired.

He set the cupcakes down on the dinner table, taking the napkin and carefully placing it where you would sit before disappearing into your kitchen. When he returned, it was with a candle and a lighter in hand--the former being leftover from when you made cupcakes for a friend a few months ago. It was just a simple vanilla cake with buttercream and sprinkles, but he carefully pushed the candle down into it. He softly sang to you as he lit it, before sitting down across from you, a light laugh breaking through the age-old lyrics to “Happy birthday” as the candlelight illuminated your face.

“Happy birthday,” he finished off softly, watching you with a look so filled with love that it warmed your skin to know how much he cared for you. “You’re supposed to make a wish.”

You’d smiled so hard that your eyes crinkled a little, and you took a moment to pause before blowing out the candle. “Thank you, Binnie,” you giggled a little. “Are you staying?”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he began to peel the wrapping from his cupcake. “I shouldn’t...” He mulled over it for a moment. “But I can. Do you want me to?”

“What if it’s my wish?” You teased, reaching out for his hand. “I’d like it if you could... But I get it if you can’t.”

He took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “I’ll stay,” he said. “It’s okay. I’ll call Jisung and ask him to cover for me tomorrow.”

If it weren’t for how busy he was today, he would have likely done it just to spend more time with you. But the day was almost over. He was with you now, and that felt more important than exploring alternate ways that your birthday could have gone.

With cupcakes eaten and nightly routine begun and finished, the two of you curled up in your bed. You were thankful that he stashed a change of clothes at your place for nights like these. Now you could cuddle close to him and enjoy the last few hours of your birthday, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

He turned his face to yours, moving in, and allowed you to close the distance for a sleepy kiss. When the two of you broke apart, he let you settle into his arms, laying your head on his chest so you could hear the quiet sound of his heart beating.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled again, already beginning to drift. “Let’s spend it together next year.”

You’d hold him to it.

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sunflowerkissess · 2 years

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father’s day on tour | london II

masterlist

request:

— hey, i loved the fic about mateo getting carsick on the way to coachella! but i was wondering if you could do something about him and the family actually being in coachella!i think it'd be really cute to get to see his coachella outfits or a little scene between him and lizzo!!!

summary: mateo and y/n treating harry breakfast in bed for father's day as well as cute as hell fluff backstage before harry has another concert

word count: 8.4k+

warnings: language, fluff, cuteness overload, mentions of rude toxic fans, mentions of smut

note: i changed it from coachella to london night 2 since i didn't have any idea of what do to for coachella. idk if it has to do with it being two months or what, but it decided fathers day because i just think it's fucking cute of harry having a kid and that kid spoiling his daddy on father's day for being an amazing father, god i'll give this man a million kids dude and i was on my period when writing this (tmi!), but still i'll give this man a million children dude. and sorry this took too long to come out, family stuff and my grandma being home after her hip surgery so i'm helping her as much as i can. and i know that it's late and is now july when this will be out but i had really bad writer's block but im back!

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Enjoy!

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While both Y/N and Mateo are bummed about not doing their usual 'Father's day' routine with Harry like they were able to do in Italy last year with Harry filming My Policeman, but they get to be there with him on the road like they were able to last year when Love on Tour started. Helping Sarah with cooking backstage for Harry and the band before the concert began. Something she did when helping Sarah during One Direction, writing a few new recipes for her cafe when Sarah brought up something new to try out. She even helped when she was pregnant with Mateo and Harry wanted her to relax, not wanting her to get hurt by doing too much, to tire herself out. But she'd tell him she'll 'take a break in a minute' and for Harry 'to take lay down for a bit and she'd join him in a few' because of the constant traveling and no breaks the boys were able to take.

However, Harry would pull her away from overworking herself so she wouldn't raise her blood pressure and have dizzy spells that she's gotten before when she was working on paperwork for her cafe. He'd always run her baths that would relax her muscles and wash her hair, talk to her while she was about to fall asleep in the soapy water. He asked her to promise him that after Mateo is born and if they were to have any more kids, that she'll take it easy, not to overwork herself — to get him when she needed something, not that she can get things on her own, he just wanted to be able to take care of her as much as he could so she wouldn't cause anything to happen to her or the baby.

So, when she figured out that she was pregnant with their second child, she and Harry were ecstatic about their new expansion to their family after trying for a couple of years. Mateo was excited too about having a younger sibling for him to help take care of his sibling and to look out for when they're older. And she kept to her promise of taking it easy and getting Harry for help when she needed it, taking breaks when she needed it and didn't overwork herself, Harry helped her with the paperwork she needed for the cafe — and he helped around the cafe when they were in the UK — and just doing everything that she needed to do for herself and the baby that was advised by the doctor that traveled with them on tour.

However, a bump in the road popped up when the due date for their baby was brought up. Y/N was due to have their baby in November and that's when Harry would be almost done with his shows in California, but then would be going to begin his South American leg of tour. This made Y/N and Harry terribly upset, neither of them wanted him to miss the birth of his second child and be there for his wife to help her along with her contractions. Pressing soft kisses to her sweaty skin with his eyes closed tightly to hold back the tears that were burning his eyes hearing and seeing his wife crying about the pain that was coursing through her veins. Talking to her softly, about anything to get a weak laugh or smile out of her, rubbing the back of her hand reassuringly.

Helping her along with the labor of their child, letting her squeeze his hand as hard as she could to put all her strength into his hand and nails into the flesh of his skin. Softly encouraging her as she sobbed that she can't do it, how much pain she's in, begging for him to make it stop. Hearing her blame him for doing to her and cursing at him through bated breath.

Harry promised her when she broke down in his dressing room backstage on the couch, kneeled down in front of her. Rubbing his hands up and down her arms with his hair matted with sweat from all the dancing he did, his heart squeezing in pain from seeing the love of his life upset about the possibility of him not being there. He gave her small hands in his and lifted them up to his soft pink lips and pressed multiple kisses to the back of them, his green eyes looking into tear filled ones. Her sniffles filling in the silence as the couple stare at each other with love.

"I promise, Y/N. I will be there; I wouldn't miss the birth of our child in the world. I'll cancel the show if you were to go into labor and hop on a plane as fast as I can. I won't let you be in that delivery room and deliver that baby alone. I promise, m'heart."

There was already a plan made when Y/N and Mateo were to go back to the UK in her trimester since it'd be difficult and risky for her to fly place to place. Anne and Y/N's mum were going to come to the couple's home and help the pregnant woman around the house.

For now, though, they've got five more months to go to be together before her due date. Enough time to be together on tour and go to spend time with her son and husband (something she's still getting used to calling Harry, but the new name to call him when talking about him sends shivers and a heat flooding her cheeks when she says 'my husband' or 'yeah, my husband does the exact same thing').

Plus, she can help Mateo with his schoolwork since he's being homeschool with being on the road on tour and because of his parents being worried about him catching it at school. So, he's being homeschooled for the time being until Y/N and Harry decide it's time for him as well as safe. And in the case of Mateo, he's more excited to be on the road than being stuck at home without his daddy being there with him and his mummy. He loved seeing his parents kiss and be affectionate in front of him, even though he gags at the sight of them giving a simple kiss, it still made him happy to see his parents in love and happy together. And after Mateo would gag, Y/N and Harry would break apart and look at him with beaming smiles and attack him with tickles and kisses all over his face. Mateo's giggles got louder and louder and breathless as he tried to catch his breath from all the laughing that was escaping his mouth from his parents' endless tickling and kisses that they were giving him all over his face.

Also, he got to wear matching outfits with his mummy and daddy, something that he wanted to happen ever since they were on the road last year for Love on Tour for Harry's North America leg of the tour. He was envious of his parents' matching outfits for each show and how the fans got excited to see their favorite couple matching and being cute together from the interactions that he would give him. As well as Mateo, who was wearing cute casual clothes that Y/N picked out from him to wear for the show.

But he wanted to match his daddy, but his little mini me even more with the matching outfits. Fans who've seen Mateo, haven't posted a picture of the five to six year old during the duration of the U.S. leg of tour, but have talked about how cute he was watching his daddy dance on stage with a beaming smile on his face and clapping along. As well as dancing, even though he had those noise-canceling headphones over his ears so his eardrums wouldn't be damaged from the loud instruments booming through the venue.

So, after pleading and begging to his uncle Lambert to have matching outfits with his mummy and daddy. Following the stylist around and begging constantly and nonstop, making either Harry or Y/N get their son with a soft smile and an apology sent to Lambert. Harry Lambert just shook his head with a gentle smile and told them that it was no big deal and he promised Mateo that he'll see what he can do.

And when Coachella came around in April of that year with Harry headlining both weekends of the festival, Mateo was ecstatic that he had matching outfits with his mummy and daddy. And not only for Coachella but for Love on Tour as well. So far, most of his outfits are an exact replica of his parents. Down to the matching shoes, his outfits from Coachella weekend one and two was a slight hint as to what was to come with this new era with adidas for this tour. For weekend one, he wore black adidas with white stripes on the sides and for weekend two he wore custom made silver adidas with white stripes on the sides as well.

Back to Y/N and Mateo being on the road with Harry now, she loves taking Mateo to places to visit in the places Harry's touring when Harry and the band are off for the day or before the concert starts if there's concerts back-to-back or just one.

Her and Harry always made those days about Mateo and taking him to new places or places he's been too during Harry's first tour or when they were taking Mateo on a trip to new places to see instead of being in the house. However, Mateo doesn't remember most since he was too young to remember what the places were, or he did remember when they went somewhere when he was at the age where he'll start remembering stuff.

During May eighth, Mother's day, Mateo and Harry had devoted the whole day to Y/N. Giving her a favorite breakfast for her during her pregnancy that's healthy for her and the baby. And a meal that was her favorite from her pregnancy with Mateo. Apple pancakes, strawberry smoothie, and some of her favorite fruits decorating the pancakes with her favorite syrup. During the day, they went to Anne's so Harry could wish his mother a 'happy mother's day' along with Gemma and their siblings. Anne rubbing Y/N's belly as she asked how the little love bug is doing and how Y/N is doing. After spending a few hours at Anne's house, the three of them head to Y/N's parents' house to wish her mother a 'happy mother's day' and spend time there like they did at Anne's.

Mateo also gave Y/N, his nana, and grandma (Y/N's mum) homemade cards that he made himself along with cute little crafts that he did himself, with some help from Harry since some parts of the craft got a little too hard for him. Making Harry's mini me get frustrated and call him daddy for him. Harry gives Y/N a gift that he and Mateo get to a jewelry store to get, Y/N getting onto him for spending money on her when he doesn't need to.

But he says that she's his wife and the mother of his babies and she deserves all the love and everything that comes to being an amazing mother and wife. It was a silver diamond necklace with a heart and in the center were her and Harry's birthstones with Mateo's birthstone, a blue sapphire being connected to them aligned to Y/N's and their baby's birthstone being next to Mateo's. The citrine being completely different from the dark blue that was Mateo's and because the baby is due in November.

Now it's Harry's time to have this day dedicated to him like him and Mateo did for her. It's his day for two reasons. One, it's a concert night. Two, it's father's day and Harry deserves everything for being an amazing father and husband.

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"Then put one there, then there," Y/N instructed Mateo in the kitchen of the hotel suite that they were staying in London, England for his Wembley show that's on Father's day. They were making Harry breakfast in bed as well as breakfast for themselves before making Harry breakfast, knowing that he'd have a fit knowing that they put his breakfast before theirs.

So now here they are, dirty dishes from their breakfast in the sink to be cleaned later on after Harry's done with his breakfast and finished staying in bed with Harry. For breakfast, they're making chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hashbrowns and a sunny side up egg (making Y/N gag at the horrid smell of eggs, always pregnant or not. Eggs have a horrible smell to them, any type of way). And now they're placing Harry's favorite fruits on whipped cream to make a heart along with a handmade card from Mateo and a gift from Y/N and Mateo in the tray that was sitting on the white marble countertop.

Mateo giggled as he got some whipped cream on his finger after placing down the second to last fruit down on the dot of whipped cream that was acting like glue to keep the piece of fruit in its place, even though some of the whipped cream is already melting and the fruit sliding down the delicious pancakes it was perfect to them and to Harry when he sees it. A breakfast in bed from the two people in his life that love him dearly and are spending the whole day with him (like always) and spending father's day with him and telling him how glad they are that Mateo is his father and how amazing he is as a father.

Y/N giggled at her silly son's actions as he stared down at the tasty whipped cream that was on his finger, his cute frog pajamas with dry batter on them from when he was helping Y/N stir the pancake batter and stirred a little too hard and got some batter on his cute little pajamas as well as some in his chestnut curls that he inherited from his handsome father.

He was mostly upset about his curls, crying about how in the world he was going to get his hair styled like his daddy during a show now with pancake batter in his curls from stirring hard. Y/N, covered in pancake batter as well. One of her old mint green maternity sleep sets that she kept from her pregnancy with Mateo, she gave some of her maternity clothes to Sarah during her pregnancy with her and Mitch's son. Her baby bump showed more and more, making Mateo and Harry excited to see that bump. Mateo presses his face against the stretch skin and talks to the growing baby in the womb. Telling it (since they don't know the gender of the baby just yet) about his day and stories that he made up with his imagination and on the spot. Talking about how excited he is that he's going to be a big 'bwother' and can't wait to see them, and mummy and daddy can't wait to see them either.

And Harry would talk to the baby before he goes on stage, in the shower, in the morning when they're just waking up, during breakfast, lunch, dinner, going to bed. Basically, anytime Harry was around Y/N and that growing baby bump that housed their second child

Mateo looked at his mother with his green eyes full of curiosity as to why his mother is laughing at him and what to do about the whipped cream that is on his finger and sliding down from being melted on the hot pancake that is resting on the plate. Y/N giggled breathlessly before placing down the fruit that she was holding on the last dot of melted whipped cream that was on the delicious pancakes before them, making Y/N's stomach grumble with hunger even though she just ate and so did Mateo. But the amazing smell of pancakes kept wafting towards her nose as well as the sweet smell of whipped cream and the fruits that were decorating the delicious breakfast before them.

"Honey, you want to know something?" She asked her son, a smile growing unconsciously as she looked down at her son. Immediately Mateo's green eyes lit up in excitement and bounced on his feet lightly and clapped his hands together, making sure not to get whipped cream anywhere else on his hands or dirty pajamas that'll be cleaned before they head out to the stadium. A smile stretching across his little face, dimples cratering the corners of his lips and a gap where he lost his first tooth. The first tooth being one of his front teeth, but it was still adorable to see him smile with a missing tooth.

Telling Y/N and Harry that their little boy is growing up, which is breaking their hearts. Because like every parent, they don't want their eldest to grow up and still be little forever, unfortunately that can't happen, and every kid grows up and needs their own independence. They will grant Mateo as he gets older and not control what he does or doesn't do in his life, just as long as it's nothing too serious and gets him in serious trouble.

"What, what, what, tell me mummy. Tell me!" Mateo babbled excitedly, cute giggles leaving his lips as he looked up at his mother to see what she wanted to tell him. Needing to know the secret that his mum is about to tell him before heading back into his parents' bedroom to wake his snoring father with breakfast in bed and to open presents for father's day.

Y/N's smile seeming to grow wider and she sneakily as well as quickly got a small amount of whipped cream on the tip of her finger, excitement bubbling in her belly at the cute moment that was about to ensue after she puts the dot on whipped cream that was on the tip of her finger onto her son's little nose. A picture to take for a memory for her and Harry to reminisce on when Mateo gets older.

Y/N jumped a little when she felt one of her son's cold hands grab onto hers and tug at it gently, getting impatient of waiting to see what his mother was going to tell or show him.

"Muuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy, c'mon tellllllllllll meeeeeeeeee." Mateo drew out along with tugging lightly on her hand and jumping up and down on the pads of his feet. His slight lisp made it even more adorable than annoying (even though their son isn't annoying at all).

"Okay, okay, okay. Hold on, you impatient little bugger." Y/N chortled at her son's impatientness before doing a small little prank on her son for giggles before heading to her and Harry's room to start off father's day for them with a wonderful breakfast in bed in bed for Harry. It was a quick move that she did with her hand that had the finger that had the dot of whipped cream on her finger and booped her unexpecting son's nose and placed the cold cream on Mateo's little nose.

Y/N was holding her laughter back by pressing her lips together tightly, but her chest jumped the laughing that was trying to escape her mouth. Mateo crossed his green eyes to look at the whipped cream that was sitting on the end of his nose, it being a cute sight to see her curious son trying to see what she just placed on his little nose. There was an even cuter sight when the six year old stuck out his tongue to get the whipped cream off his nose but failed when his tongue only reached the bottom of his nose. His green eyes not being able to be seen with how hard he's trying to see and get the whipped cream that was resting on his nose.

"Mumma!" Mateo exclaimed quietly, looking at his mummy for help. His green eyes now are in view and not crossed anymore. The whipped cream on the tip of his nose is not his top priority now, because now it's for his mummy to help him get the whipped cream off.

Growing a little bit frustrated from not being able to get it off.

His green eyes full of frustration and pleading for his mother to help him, which made Y/N giggle a little at their son acting just like his father. The six year old has exactly got his father's dramatic side and this is exactly how to prove it with a million other moments to prove that the six year old has inherited, not only his father's genetics, but his personality as well as his attitude.

Y/N chortled once more before reaching down and swiping her thumb against the tip of his little nose to get rid of the sweet mixture that people love to have on their desert or to have a snack on. Mateo followed her thumb with furrowed brows as he stared at his mother's thumb.

"What did you do that for, mummy?" Mateo inquired, looking at his mummy with his little brows still furrowed and his lips formed into a pout along with his face furrowed in confusion as to why his mummy did that. What was the purpose of doing that for him and if that was what she wanted to show or tell him?

"It was something fun, sweetheart. Just a little fun to do when you're done cooking or making the meal that you were going to do. So, I put some on your little nose," She explained, booping his little nose. Smiling when Mateo scrunched it up and scrunched his eyes closed. God, he's fucking adorable. She moves her hand from his nose and lightly grabs the one by his side that had the smidge of whipped cream on the tip of his finger, Mateo opening his eyes and staring at his mother in even more confusion as to what she's doing.

"Look, you do it to me so you could see what mummy is talking about." She volunteered herself for a demonstration so that her son could see what she did to him and that he could understand what she did prior. She bent down as much as she could with the ever-growing baby bump and being cautious of said bump. Once she was eye level with Mateo, feeling Mateo's curious gaze still on her as to what's about to happen. She continued to instruct the six year old on what to do, getting his finger that had the whipped cream on it and moved his finger closer to her nose and transferred the heavy cream from Mateo's finger to her nose.

A chill going down her spine as she felt the cold mixture hit her nose, that is scrunched up as well, and a smile growing on her face as she watched Mateo's confused expression on his face turn into one that is finding something humorous. Dimples cratering the ends of his lips as a big grin stretched across his lips and his green eyes closed as cute little giggles escaped his mouth. His finger jolted with the laughter that was echoing throughout the kitchen of the suite that they were staying in.

Y/N joined in on her son's laughter, who couldn't when their child was being adorable and found what his mother showed him was funny. Her and Harry always joined in on their son's laughter, knowing what he found funny or not, because it was cute and a glad feeling that their son was happy and found whatever it was funny.

She moved his finger away from her whipped cream covered nose, going crossed eyed for a moment to see that the mixture was still on her nose. The sight of his mummy going crossed-eyed like he did prior was something that made the boy laugh even more, taking in deep breaths to calm himself down and to catch his breath. Y/N turns her attention back to the six year old and rubs his back with laughter of her own escaping her lips.

After calming the six year old and Y/N was standing to her full height once again, Mateo looked at her with hopeful eyes and clasped his hands together in a pleading way and bounced on his feet while Y/N wiped the whipped cream off her nose. "We need to start heading to wake daddy up for breakfast and presents, to wish him a 'happy father's day' bub." Y/N informed the chestnut curled boy by her side in the kitchen, throwing the dirty napkin away before turning her attention to the tray that was sitting on the counter.

But she was taken aback by the whine that escaped Mateo's lips and a pout once again, replacing that happy grin that was stretched across his lips. Worry panged Y/N's heart as she worried about what was making her son whine. Did he already have another loose tooth that they didn't know of till now because it's bugging him? Or is it something else that's bugging him? Sick? Headache? Tiredness?

The possibilities are endless when having a kid, not knowing what's wrong and going through their head till it's brought to the parents' attention by a whine, grumble, anger, crying, etcetera.

Y/N placed her hands on her son's shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly and searching his moss eyes and face to see what was wrong. Mateo looked back at his mummy with his lips still pouting as he looked at his mother with the continued pleading look for his mother to give him attention, which she is giving him right now to see what was wrong and what she can do to help him.

"What is it, honey? What's wrong? Tell mummy." Y/N urged, looking into his son's moss eyes. Mateo looked into his mother's eyes for a brief moment before looking at the bowl that had held the cold whipped cream that Y/N made early in the morning for Harry's father's day's breakfast. Y/N followed her son's gaze and raised a brow in curiosity. Wondering why Mateo is looking at the bowl of whipped cream before looking back at the six year old, who hasn't broken his gaze from the bowl.

"What do you want, Mateo? Tell mummy." Y/N urged him softly, trying to get him to tell her and not do what he did when he was three to four. Just pointing and humming at what he wanted or wanted his parents to see that caught his attention. They were able to get Mateo to open up with time and patience on getting Harry's mini me on opening up and telling them what he wants and doesn't want instead of just pointing at what he wants or wants his parents to see.

And it worked, but there's sometimes where Mateo would go back to his old ways. Having Y/N, Harry, or any family or close friends coax him into telling them what he wants.

Mateo took a deep breath in and out and opened his mouth to tell his mummy what he wanted. "Don't wanna wake up daddy yet, wanna plwy with the whipped cweam." He lisped out, pointing to the bowl. His moss eyes glazed with tears and his bottom lip trembled as he looked at his mother, knowing that giving her and his daddy this look would get him what he wanted and used it to his advantage to get out of trouble or like now to get what he wants.

The sight, even though she should be used to seeing, still sends a pang of hurt and pain through her heart seeing her little bub being sad for not getting what he wants. Meaning yes, the six year old is spoiled and he still gets in time out when he does something that he's not supposed to do.

Being spoiled doesn't mean he gets off scotch free.

"Mummy, please. Please." The six year old whined to his mother, tears threatening to spill down his face if he doesn't get what he wants. Sending a knife to her heart at his hurt looks as if she told him that Santa Clause isn't real. And she doesn't want to say no because then Mateo would be upset for the rest of the day and wouldn't want to celebrate father's day after being put in time out.

Once again... spoiled.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep sigh in through her nose and out her mouth. "This is going to be such a fucking mess to clean up." Y/N thought in her head, but she was already set on a decision and that was letting her son play with the rest of the whipped cream before they headed into her and Harry's room.

Y/N opened her eyes to look at Harry's mini me and gave him a small smile and squeezed his shoulder's reassuringly and spoke. "Alright, we can have fun with whipped cream before waking up daddy. But before we do, we need to clean our hands." The way that Mateo's facial features changed from a sadden, pleading look to one of excitement and happiness. The tears disappeared from his moss eyes and his once pouty lips turned into a huge grin.

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Mateo cheered, bouncing on his feet in excitement. Making Y/N feel her heartbeat happily at how joyful her son could turn and be his usual self that makes everyone happy by seeing him be happy.

Y/N grew a matching smile on her lips and stood up to her full height, combing her fingers through her son's chestnut curls. "Our little joyful, cheerful bub." She smiled, making Mateo giggle at her words before chanting once more. "Whipped cweam, whipped cweam, whipped cweam."

"I know, I know, Mateo. Mummy's getting it." Y/N laughed. She collected some whipped cream on the tip of her finger and immediately booped Mateo on his little nose to get the cold mixture on his nose. Making Mateo giggle and close his green eyes and scrunch up his nose, making Y/N giggle at the sight and grab the bowl and lower it down for Mateo to put his fingers in.

"Now, it's your turn bub." Y/N told him, Mateo immediately opened his eyes and squealed in happiness and didn't wait for a minute to get his little fingers in the cold whipped cream to put on his mummy's arms and face.

The two of them placed whipped cream on their faces, well, Mateo getting more on his mummy's arms since he's still short and that's the only thing he can reach. Besides Y/N bending down as much as she could, being cautious of the baby bump, and letting him put dots of whipped cream all over her face with giggles leaving their lips and echoing through the kitchen of the hotel suite that they were staying in.

Harry in a deep slumber was unaware of the cute sight that was taking place in the kitchen between mother and son.

However, he was soon going to be woken up by his lovely beautiful pregnant wife and adorable mini me for breakfast in bed and presents from the both of them to start off the wonderful holiday that honors fathers and how amazing they are to their children and how much they are appreciated. Y/N and Mateo doing the exact same thing that Harry and Mateo did for her last month for mother's day.

And Y/N did take that picture of Mateo smiling brightly up at the camera with the dot of whipped cream on his nose along his face. His eyes closed and he cheesed at the camera as he held up the plate of pancakes in a sense of pride. The gap where his missing tooth is on the top row on display. Dimples showing on either side of his stretched lips. His chocolate curls falling across his temple and dirty with dry pancake batter as well as his pajamas. The sight on the phone makes Y/N smile at how adorable Mateo is and how he looks exactly like Harry and Harry's pictures of when he was younger.

She sent the picture to Anne, Gemma, her parents', and their close family and friends. She already sent one to Harry after the picture was taken, even though he was asleep, but when he wakes up, he can have a cute picture of his son holding up his breakfast that the love of his life made along with his mini me.

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Y/N and Mateo have woken Harry up, well more so Mateo since Y/N told him to do so since she was carrying the tray full of Harry's breakfast in bed along with his coffee and presents for this holiday that is devoted to Harry for being an amazing father. And how Mateo woke his father up was adorable as he tried to climb up the messy bed, gripping onto the gray comforter and his legs struggled to climb up the bed.

Mateo was grunting and whining as he tried to accomplish climbing the bed to his sleeping father. Harry was blissfully unaware of what was taking place as he was snoring up a storm with the covers halfway kicked off him over night and because he's a space heater and gets hot easily. His chestnut curls sprawled out over the matching gray pillow along with his toned arms wrapped around Y/N's pillow that she placed there instead of her so she could get Mateo to make breakfast for her wonderful husband.

"Don't wake up daddy yet, bud. Don't want to ruin the surprise of his getting his special breakfast in bed." Y/N whispered in a scolding tone as she walked to her side of the bed to set the tray down on the chestnut brown bedside table, her footsteps muffled against the carpet. Harry's snores paused for a moment, making his wife and child still for a moment thinking that they got caught.

Their hearts beating quickly and holding their breaths as if that was the reason why he stopped snoring. Thinking they woke him up before little Mateo could get the chance, they were able to be relieved when Harry took in a deep breath from turning to lay on his stomach with his arms still around his wife's pillow and his face relaxing once more with a happy, sleepy sigh.

A small sleepy smile on his face as he settled into the bed once more, like he knew what was going to happen and that his family was in the bedroom. Waiting to wake him up for breakfast in bed and presents from his family that loves and wants to thank him before being an amazing father Mateo and their baby on the way.

"Quick, wake up daddy before he spoils the surprise for himself." Y/N whispered to her son quickly, her eyes going back and forth quickly between her son and sleeping husband to make sure that Harry wouldn't wake up to see his family being sneaky in his and Y/N's bedroom early in the morning. Despite the fact that the man being an early bird himself and waking up before his wife and child are up with a cup of black coffee and breakfast.

And by the time they wake up, he's already out of the shower from his workout and already preparing breakfast for them. A routine that he's been doing ever since he and Y/N started dating and one of them stayed at each other's places, when they moved in together, when Y/N was pregnant with Mateo, and now. Except for the beginning of quarantine, but Y/N was able to cook as well.

But breakfast was Harry's thing, and he wants to keep it his thing, unless he's not there or sick. Y/N loves taking care of her boys though, so there was no worrying if either Mateo and Harry were sick and how they were going to get better because Y/N was there.

Eventually Mateo did make it up the bed after a few more seconds of struggling until he made up on the soft bedding that was keeping his father extra warm and keeping him in his peaceful slumber that was soon to be disturbed by the six year old that is crawling to his side with a mischievous smile. Y/N sat down on the bed with a huge smile on her face that she knew that she wasn't able to get rid of – like there's clothing pins on each side of her lips to keep the smile huge. Also because of the adorable side of Harry's mini me going to try to wake his father up for this holiday.

She had a hand on her ever-growing belly with a smile and whispered. "You're so loved baby Styles. So much love." Even though it's too early to feel the baby move around and kick to show that they're there and listen to how much love is there for them. However, Y/N can feel that baby Styles knows that they've got a family that loves them dearly from how bigger and bigger it's getting from what the appointments to see how the baby is doing. Getting big and healthy from love that everyone's giving baby Styles.

As well of course Y/N eating healthy for herself and the baby.

Y/N was broken away from her trance from her ever growing belly when she heard a grunt come from Harry, she looked to her right to see what Mateo had climbed onto his father's back and began shaking him away lightly to wake him up. The bed shaking and jolting from Mateo's actions of trying to wake his father up.

"Daddy, wake up, wake up, wake up! It's breakfast time, me and mummy made you breakfast."

Y/N was laughing at the sight of Harry's mini me getting Harry up. Harry's brows were furrowed from the disturbance from his sleep and his face pinching from Mateo shaking his father away. "Waaaaakkkkkeeeee uuuuuppppp." Mateo drew out as he continued trying to wake his father. Y/N looked down at her husband, her heart fluttering happily against her chest as she looked at him. His pink lips stretching into a tired smile at his son's squeaky accented voice. With his eyes still closed, he took one arm from around his wife's pillow and reached behind him to tickle Mateo.

"I'm up you little bugger." Harry's voice spoke up, raspy and deep from not being used for a long time. His deep raspy voice caused Y/N to unconsciously squeeze her legs together from the electricity that it sent to her core. It was almost identical to the one when they were having alone time.

Mateo's loud giggles echoed throughout their bedroom as he squirmed against Harry's back. One of Harry's hands was tickling Mateo on his tummy, a place where he is most ticklish.

God, they were so adorable. Harry being a father to Mateo. Just adorable.

"M-mummy, help!" Mateo exclaimed through his laughter. Harry turned his head to the side to where she was sitting, since he turned his head to look over his shoulder to look at the laughing kid on his back.

Him looking at her send's shivers down her spine. His jade eyes look half asleep, and half awake, but still showing love and humor. But the mischievous smile didn't match his eyes.

"Yeah, come help mummy." Harry mocked in a taunting tone while he continued to tickle their laughing son on his back. While there is breakfast waiting for Harry as well as presents for this holiday that celebrates fathers around the world, what's wrong with a little tickle session before spending father's day with Harry before his concert?

Y/N scooted towards her son and husband. Tapping a finger on her chin as if she were thinking about what she's going to do.

Help her son escape his father's tickling fingers or help Harry tickle Mateo. And last time she checked they had enough time before they had to head out for the day.

So tickling Mateo was on the top of the list then breakfast and presents.

"Hmmmm, I don't know. You did wake up daddy from his slumber," Y/N stated playfully as she moved her hands to be in front of her, her fingers wiggling as she inched her fingers closer and closer to the six year old. "So there has to be punishment for waking up the king from his peaceful slumber." Y/N continued. Mateo's jade eyes widened in fear and shook his head, making his chocolate curls shake with the movement.

He tried getting off his daddy's back to get away from his parents', but Harry's grip on his arm was too hard to get out of (Harry wasn't holding onto Mateo's arm tightly, but just enough so Mateo can't get away).

"No, no, no, no, nooooooooo. Mummy no, daddy." Mateo screeched, the noise echoing throughout the room. Making Y/N and Harry pause in their actions and look at their son in shock from the sound that escaped his little throat. He's never made that noise before, and it was a shock that it happened when his mummy and daddy were about to tickle him to make him laugh. Y/N and Harry always joked about Mateo beating Harry in screeching the loudest, especially during Music for a Sushi Restaurant.

"Man, bud. I think you have daddy beat, might have to replace him tonight." Y/N teased, looking down at her husband. Smiling immediately when she saw Harry's face turn from a mischievous one to one of a pretend look of hurt from her words.

"Heyyyy, that wasn't so nice, m'love. Hurt my feelings." Harry whined playfully, making Y/N cackle at her husband's whine, Mateo joining in now that his attention wasn't on him at the moment.

"What? We've talked about him beating you with a simple screech and he did it! So maybe he should replace you, babe."

The banter between the couple continued for a little bit before they turned their attention back to the six year old that was sitting on Harry's back and resumed the tickling attack they were going to do prior. Y/N getting Mateo off Harry's back so that Harry could sit up to help tickle Mateo and so that he could eat his breakfast.

During the tickling session, Y/N and Harry were smiling widely at the sight of their son's cheek turning red and losing his breath from his laughter. Squirming and fighting to get away from his parents' tickling fingers. Happiness coursing through the three of them as they enjoyed their time together.

During breakfast and after the tickling attack – along with Mateo and Y/N wishing Harry a 'happy father's day'. Harry did eat the wonderful meal that was made by the love of his life and son. Enjoying the hashbrown and eggs, the eggs something that made Y/N gag when Harry tried to kiss her with his stinky egg breath. Making their son laugh along with his father, finding it humorous of Harry picking on his mummy playfully.

And the fruit was appreciated as well as the pancakes, hash browns, and coffee was also appreciated.

As for the presents: there was a card decorated from Mateo that had bunnies on it. On the top was a brown father bunny and a baby brown bunny. The father bunny hugging the baby bunny in the middle of the grass on a sunny day. While it wasn't the best since he was six, Harry still appreciated and loved it, bringing it with them to the stadium and kept it backstage for good luck. Inside the card was the brown baby bunny on the side that had a little comment that said with his messy handwriting in blue crayon: "Happy father's day! Thank you for being the father this baby bunny needs. Love you father bunny."

Harry took the gift, more like gifts (should've mentioned that beforehand) that Y/N and Mateo had got him. A white coffee mug with the brown silhouette of a bear with white cursive font of the word Papa on it. A matching mug that Harry and Mateo got Y/N with the matching brown bear with the same cursive and white font that said Mama. Mateo's got one cup that had a baby brown bear on it that said Baby on it.

They just need one more, or a few more, to complete the set for their growing family. Harry also has a custom-made journal for when he's writing things down, the cover having a silhouette of a family picture of Harry, Mateo, and Y/N on the leather from one of their wedding pictures that was painted on it.

It was of Harry and Y/N holding Mateo in their arms and pressing a kiss on either side of his cheek. The baby pink, white, and lilac flowers that were a part of the flower crown that decorated the top of Y/N's head were painted to perfection as well as her white dress. Small dots of silver and gold decorating the white fabric of her dress. Mateo's outfit since he was a ring bearer had lilac dress pants with matching suspenders and a baby pink dress shirt. He was adorable on that day and as well as on the leather journal. The gold tinsel and glitter that was thrown after the ceremony was over, decorating Mateo's perfectly styled chocolate curls, along with her and Harry's.

And Harry looked as handsome as ever. Either it be: in real life, pictures, drawings, through the phone, interviews, or on the cover of a personal journal that she had made for him. Harry during their wedding day was wearing what Mateo was wearing, Mateo even wanted to match his daddy during the wedding. But Harry's dress shirt was white and had lace and was showing off the black ink of his tattoos along his chest and arms. But that was covered by the lilac suit jacket during the ceremony and was later on taken off. Something that the artist of the painting has gotten through the lace of the top of Harry's shirt.

Below the painting was in cursive that said "Happy Father's Day. Love you forever and always, love Y/N and Mateo."

Harry immediately pulled Y/N into a loving kiss to show his thanks to his wife, despite her complaints about his morning breath. Which made him laugh against her lips before pulling away to hug his mini me and kiss the side of his head to show Mateo's his thanks. Then he turned his attention to Y/N's belly that's housing their second little love and rubbed it lovingly.

And yes, there were some cuddles with the family after the dishes were cleaned and Harry's presents put up. Getting a few hours of sleep before heading out of the hotel to go places as a family to celebrate the holidays for fathers that deserve it.

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The next day, a picture for London night II was posted on Harry's instagram. And that picture was Harry in his outfit from the night prior and had his back facing the camera as he stretched backstage. But he wasn't alone, next to him was his little mini me in the exact same outfit and had his hair styled the exact same way as his fathers. What was even cuter was that Mateo was trying to copy the stretch that his father was doing, trying to balance on one leg while his other was held up by one hand.

It could be seen in the picture that the poor six year old was struggling to stay balanced like his father, but with the hand that Harry wasn't using to hold his own foot up, was placed on his son's arm to keep him stable and to keep him from falling. Harry's head turned slightly to the side to where his mini me was standing to make sure that Mateo was doing okay and not close to falling or fell over under his watch. A fatherly duty that Harry has taken as soon as he figured out that Y/N was pregnant with him back in 2015.

The second picture was one of just Y/N and Harry's silhouettes close up backstage. A sliver of light showing some of their facial features. Their temples were pressed together and Y/N's hands holding Harry's face in between her hands and a slight glimpse of smiles on their lips. Harry's hands on her baby bump are not shown since they want to keep that private and out of the public eye, not wanting horrible, toxic fans saying harsh words towards Y/N and about her pregnancy. Not liking their idol is taken by an amazing woman with an adorable son, meaning that they don't have a chance with him anymore.

Especially now that he's married to her after being together for twelve and a half years, thirteen years on July 15. The two of them getting together when they were fifteen years old during 2009. Now the two of them happily married for a month now, the both of them still in newly wedded bliss.

And as expected, everyone went crazy on Instagram in the comment section under the post about how adorable Mateo is and their matching outfits. How Harry is an amazing father and how happy they are that Mateo has a father like him and Y/N has him as a husband. How their hearts melted at the picture of Y/N and Harry and how a cute couple they are. The same was on twitter, commenting about how big Mateo had gotten and wished Harry a late happy father's day since the picture was posted a day after the concert.

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