#mans look like the appetizer three courses AND dessert

[ghostlykeyes]

i rlly like your work, heartsteel needs more content tbh,, so ty!! ANYWAY,

i liked the general relationship/kiss hcs w kayn, would u be able to do that for the other two as well?? if that makes sense

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HEARTSTEEL YONE: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW, with light touching/sensuality ♡ TW: Some alcohol usage/food mentions ♡ I've done Sett's kisses here (X) and relationship HCs here (X), and Yone's kisses here (X) ! (will I remember to come back and edit those links in??? only time will tell)

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YONE

No matter where you go, Yone brings you on fantastic dates. It's never popular tourist-trap type outings, either. If you ask how the hell he even found out about your date locations, he smiles coyly and says he can't reveal his sources. Regardless, expect lots of breathtaking, original dates—hidden trails that spill into breathtaking clumps of wildflowers, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint with the best fries you've had in tour entire life, tiny sculpture parks with some truly absurd statues (he absolutely refuses to delete the unflattering pic of you squatting next to a caked-up stone Sasquatch).

He isn't on his phone often, so don't be surprised if Yone doesn't text you back quickly or is overly-formal with his messages. Wild horses couldn't drag a silly emoji or a meme out of him. If you're lucky, you'll get a red heart, but that's about it. He tries not to make you feel neglected just because he's a dry texter, though. Especially when he's on tour, he calls you to check in whenever he's got a spare moment.

Yone's a chronic meal-skipper so he really appreciates if you share your food with him. Be warned, though, if you force him to step away from work and sit down for dinner you're either getting five minutes and a cup of instant ramen, or he's cooking you a three course meal complete with different appetizer, entree, and dessert wines. There's no in-between.

While Yone's not a fan of PDA, he holds your hand through every big event you're forced to attend. He doesn't appreciate the attention and flashing lights, but your warm, reassuring grip keeps him calm and relatively content.

Matching outfits are a little bit too much, but Yone is all for wearing clothing that compliments yours. Think similar textures, colors, and cuts. If you're wearing athleisure, he'll throw on a pair of stylish sweatpants. You're rocking the all black fit, so is he (with a pop of color in his earrings, probably—if he's completely monochrome, Kayn accuses him of "stealing his look"). Though he thinks it's a little cringy to be exact matches, he's definitely down to coordinate.

Whenever Yone makes himself a coffee, he whips up a glass of your favorite beverage as well. Nothing is too complicated—if you want a latte, he can make any flavor, and he'll pour the foam into a heart shape on top. Boba? No problem, he's got tapioca pearls in your favorite flavor and large straws on hand, to boot. A mimosa? Okay, he might raise his eyebrow at that one and point out that it's like eleven A.M.—nevertheless, if it's a mimosa you want, then it's a mimosa you'll get. Part of this is because he loves you, of course, but also? He hates sharing his coffee and figures that you won't ask for a sip if you've got your own drink.

Yone absolutely melts when you take care of him. He's used to looking after everyone else's wants and needs, so it's a pleasant surprise when someone extends that same care and attention to him. Cook him his favorite meal or take care of his laundry when he's been extra busy, and he looks at you like you're the eight wonder of the world. "You didn't have to do that for me," he cups your face gently, sweeping an appreciative kiss over your forehead. "But I'm glad that you did."

Chivalry is not dead and Yone's the man giving it CPR. Count on him to be the perfect gentleman. He opens every door for you, takes your coat whenever you drop by his studio, and no, under no circumstances will he let you pull out your own chair.

Yone's pet-names are sweet and classic. Most often, he calls you 'my darling', but he'll occasionally pepper in a 'dearest' or 'lover' for variety.

One of Yone's favorite ways to spend a free evening with you is sneaking into underground music shows. The two of you will turn up to somebody's house where the living room has been cleared to throw together a makeshift stage, or an abandoned warehouse with people clustering together and swaying to synthetic beats blasting through mid-grade speakers. More often than not, the musicians aren't that good (but that's par for the course with these kind of shows). The atmosphere can't be beat, though. And, when you do stumble upon somebody's garage band that actually goes hard, it's always an exciting surprise. Yone always keeps cash on him in case somebody's selling merch. He snags two stickers, one for you to keep and one to paste on his guitar case. What better way to commemorate shitty bands and crowded house shows than with matching stickers?

If you tag along with him on tour or business trips, Yone's first mission is to scout out a good coffee shop. Of course he takes you along, and buys you whatever little treats catch your eye. Sweets, sandwiches, snacks—anything he notices you ogling behind the glass, he orders for you.

Even with his massively packed schedule Yone NEVER, EVER forgets an important date. Expect gifts on birthdays and anniversaries, and extra love and support on dates that might be difficult for you.

Since Sett's a master crocheter, Yone pays him a frankly absurd amount to make you a plushie that looks like his fox mask. Yone knows that it can't be easy for you, with him away touring or on business so much of the time. The stuffed snuggle-buddy, he hopes, can ease your loneliness when he's away. Before he sets off on a long trip he makes sure to spritz your stuffie with his cologne, so that you can squish it in your sleep and dream that he's right there with you.

Yone's not a huge cuddler. Too much physical attention can make him feel smothered. The exception is when you sit on his lap. He loves when you settle onto him while he's working. As long as you're quiet and still (he doesn't want you to disturb his flow, after all), he basks in your comfortable warmth and the adorable way you tuck yourself into his chest.

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel yone #heartsteel yone x reader #yone/reader #yone x reader #yone lol #yone league of legends

[realtorjamier]

8 Great Valentine’s Day Dining Options in the DMV!

Love is in the air, and often the way to a (wo)man’s heart is through the stomach. If you’re looking to make your Valentine’s day, the DMV region is teeming with tempting dining options: flights of caviar, creative cocktails, decadent desserts. We also have a variety of venues (because ambience is paramount)! DMV restaurant choices include sleek city settings, picturesque countryside locales, and waterfront backdrops.

Check out these eight great places to celebrate! Many restaurants will have prix fixe (several courses served for one fixed price), and all recommend making reservations early.

Red Fox Inn

2 E. Washington St. Middleburg, VA

The Red Fox Inn is a perfect destination restaurant to celebrate your love. Established in 1728, the historic romance of the tavern, combined with thoughtful seasonal culinary selections make for an unforgettable dining experience. Offered on February 13, 14, and 15, enjoy their Five Course Game & Seafood with optional wine pairings. Champagne pairings and Caviar Flights are also available.

La Petite Auberge

311 William Street Fredericksburg, VA

A favorite in Fredericksburg, the Valentine’s Day menu at La Petite Auberge begins with an Amuse Bouche (an appetizer with a literal translation of “it amuses the mouth”) of Risotto Fritter with Saffron Aioli and ends with a selection of desserts that all sound delectable. In between you’ll get two more courses plus an entree. C’est délicieux!

La Ferme Restaurant

7101 Brookville Rd Chevy Chase, MD

Treat “ton amour” to fine French Cuisine in an elegant country farmhouse located in the heart of the Chevy Chase villages. Their Valentine’s Day menu features seafood (including a “Cassolette of Snails,” of course!), beef, lamb, and more. And perhaps the pièce de résistance: L’assiette des Amoureux (an assortment of bite-sized desserts), served with a glass of house champagne.

Valentine’s Premier Dinner Cruise

City Experiences by Hornblower Pier 4 580 Water Street SW Washington, DC

Experience D.C.’s most stunning views while dining and dancing with your Valentine. This three-hour dinner cruise on the Potomac River features a premier plated dinner menu with options to upgrade your package to Silver, Gold or Platinum (a bottle of champagne, half-dozen roses, logoed flutes, and a guaranteed window seat).

Dutch’s Daughter

581 Himes Avenue Frederick, MD

The main level of Dutch’s Daughter’s has five refined dining rooms, each with a fireplace. But don’t be afraid of Dutch’s Dungeon, where you find a full bar with signature cocktails in a medieval decor setting (food is also available in the Dungeon).

L’Auberge Chez Francois Valentine’s Day Musical Celebration Experience

332 Springvale Rd Great Falls, VA

“Amour is in the Air” — and so is live music — at L’Auberge Chez François this Valentine’s Day. Considered one of OpenTable’s 100 Most Romantic Restaurants in America, and County Living and Good Housekeeping’s most romantic restaurant in the state of Virginia, Chef Jacques and his team will prepare a seven-course Musical Celebration Experience Menu. Favorites will include Lobster Martini with Osetra Caviar, Classic Chateaubriand for two, delectable Beef Wellington, sumptuous Le Homard du Maine (Maine lobster, jumbo lump crabmeat), and more. Romantic Guitar Extraordinaire Jarrett Laskey will be strolling throughout the five beautiful dining rooms performing for guests. If you’d like to continue your romance at home, choose an optional bottle of chilled Cremant d’Alsace Rose, and half a pound of Chef Pascal’s beautifully boxed delectable Chocolate Truffles infused with Grand Marnier.

Gravitas

1401 Okie Street NE Washington, DC

This modern American restaurant showcases the bounty of the Chesapeake Bay watershed in its seasonal cooking and sourcing. The Conservatory at Ivy City, its rooftop bar and lounge, offers cocktails and light bites or a full dinner. Valentine’s Day at Gravitas includes a four-course dinner from Chef Matt Baker, with optional wine pairings from Sommelier Angelo Perez. Champagne and Caviar Supplemental Course available as add-ons.

Morton’s The Steakhouse

7400 Wisconsin Avenue Bethesda, MD

Start your evening with a Love in Bloom Valentine’s Cocktail at Morton’s: a blend of Tito’s vodka, cointreau, hibiscus, and Prosecco. Follow up with the three-course Valentine’s Day menu featuring an amazing Chateaubriand Cut (with optional twin lobster tails or jumbo lump crab cakes) as the entree. Choose Morton’s Legendary Hot Chocolate Sundae for Two to top off this fabulous feast. Don’t forget Morton’s downtown DC, Arlington, and Reston locations!

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[servin-up-surveys]

survey #193

Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall? Cold, more often.

What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you? Orchids, dahlias, hydrangeas, pink tulips, roses... Girt got me flowers when I finished physical therapy, and there were roses and I think dahlias in the bouquet.

What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? I don't think anything "small" has caused me to sever a relationship. They've all been valid concerns.

Would you rather order a starter (appetizer) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It depends, I guess. Whichever I'm more in the mood for. I can basically never eat a full three courses.

How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all? Mostly social media.

Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? I've had it once, I know my mom has as well, I feel like Nicole's had it twice, and I'm pretty sure Ashley's had Covid before as well. Idk about Dad.

Who was the last person you video-called with? Have you done this more often since COVID hit? My psychiatrist, and yes, albeit not very happily. I don't like virtual appointments.

Do you tend to keep your phone on silent, vibrate, or loud? Vibrate, always.

When was the last time you took a dog out for a walk? Is this your own dog or did you borrow someone else’s? It's been years; I haven't done this since Teddy was still alive and walks weren't too much for the old man.

Who was the last artist you listened to? Is this someone you’re a fan of? Rammstein, and take a guess lol

Black cats are considered to be bad luck - is this a superstition that you’ve ever believed in? No, I've never believed in any superstitions that I can think of.

How old were you when you first used the internet? Was it dial-up or did you have access to proper broadband? I don't remember, but it was dial-up.

Have you seen any of the live-action Disney remakes? Which one is your favourite? What about your least favourite? I've seen a decent number, and I think I most enjoyed The Jungle Book's remake, but I was also very fond of The Lion King, I don't get why so many people had a problem with it. Oh, for an older one, I also very much prefer the Tim Burton version of Alice in Wonderland versus the original.

What magazine would you like to be on the cover of? It's a professional goal of mine to have at least one picture published by National Geographic, and the front of a magazine would be unfuckingreal.

Have you ever considered modeling? No, I could absolutely never.

Have you ever had a life-threatening allergic reaction? I have not, thankfully.

What types of seafood are your favorite? I've found I only enjoy shrimp, at least outta what I've tried.

Do you read a lot? I do! I'm thrilled I've gotten back into the habit of reading; I've been tearing through books and am having a great time with them. I look forward to my nightly reading, and will sometimes do it during the day too just 'cuz I feel like it.

Do you write a lot for pleasure? Not a lot, but I do it some. I've been putting off giving poetry another shot for like, years...

Are there any vlogs you subscribe to and watch regularly? Ehhh the only people's I really watch are Jordan Shrinks' and Ryland Adams', and I hesitate to say I do so "regularly," though. I LIKE vlogs if I'm in the mood, I kinda like to live vicariously through them haha, get a taste of a funner life, but they're not my go-to content.

Do you have any allergies? Seasonal/pollen and silver.

What is your favorite breakfast food? Cinnamon rolls. I could ruin my life on cinnamon rolls if I let myself.

Who do you (romantically) love? My boyfriend Girt.

Have you ever considered yourself dirty? I feel like you're talking sexually, 'cuz like, we've all been physically dirty before, and I've never really thought about it. I'm not very sexually vanilla, but I also have boundaries for sure.

Where was the last place you kissed someone? My bed.

Where do you want to get married? Either in the autumn woods or, most ideally, some building with nice gothic architecture, however I doubt that's very reasonable financially.

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? Yes.

What has been your favorite part of this calendar year so far? My legs improving so significantly.

Have you ever used your sexuality to get you something you wanted? No.

Have you ever hung out with a complete stranger? You know, I actually recently reminisced on this, playing with other kids I'd never met prior who were at school sport games for siblings, like I was. So yeah, I've done this as a child with other children.

Pick your three favourite vegetables. Broccoli, green beans, potatoes.

What colour are your brother’s eyes? I'm quite sure they're blue?

How many flights of stairs are in your house? None.

Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? No.

Do you often feel excluded? Yes, primarily when I'm with my sisters and dad. They always seem so in the loop with what's going on with each other, and then there's me. They seem to do quite a lot as a group, aaaand again, then there's me, never invited or anything.

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online? No.

Have your parents ever worked in medicine? My mom was a pharmacy tech for a long time.

What is your favourite type of cookie? Chocolate chip.

Have you ever tasted goat’s milk? Not to my recollection.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? No, I'd have a fucking panic attack within minutes lol

Do you snore when you sleep? Apparently I do, and it really embarrasses me. I never did when I was a healthy weight.

What's the closest supermarket to your house? Wal-Mart is like, probably not even two minutes away by car.

What languages did you learn in school? I took one semester of Latin and it was hell, so I wound up taking all four available courses for German; I loved it.

Have you ever ridden in a police car for any reason? Yes, when being moved from the ER to mental hospitals.

Do you have a TV in your bedroom? No.

Are you good at remembering names? Noooope.

What is one of your favourite sea creatures? Whales. They astound me. The bigger, the cooler.

Do you always get popcorn when you go to the cinema? Any other snacks or treats? Yes, popcorn and a drink kinda go with the experience for me.

What game or puzzle have you never understood? Mahjong comes to mind immediately. I sometimes used to watch Mom play it when I was a kid, but I never understood it. Solitaire is another.

Are there any people you don't like for your significant other to talk to? Completely hypothetically, one specific girl MIGHT make me mildly uncomfortable, but I have too much trust in him to say them having any communication would really drive me insane. To my knowledge, they haven't even spoken in well over a decade now though, and I can't imagine Girt has any interest in that changing.

Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? Nope.

If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? Both have their own places.

Look out of the nearest window. What do you see? Details, please. The trash and recycling bins, our street, part of two houses across the street, the neighbor's trampoline, little bushes that trim around the neighbors' houses...

Do you get cold easily? Or are you constantly hot? Generally, I'm hot.

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? No.

Which Disney villain is your favourite? Scar, probably.

Have you ever been to a vineyard? No.

Are there any swans around where you live? Occasionally, at least in the local city pond that has lots of waterfowl.

Does anyone in your inner circle struggle with addiction? Not that I know of. I mean, I know supposedly addicts are never truly "healed" of their addiction, and my dad was absolutely an alcoholic, but he hasn't drank regularly (or maybe at all) for many years.

Do you keep Christmas lights up year-round? No.

Is your mom the same size as you? No, she's smaller than I am.

Do you remember who your first-grade teacher was? Yes, Mrs. Jones.

Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you? A delivery driver. Not specifically.

Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on? No, I won't be.

Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yes, Sara. I would like to do this with a few more online friends.

Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family? Well, I never met him, but Girt's dad had like, around ten siblings. No, I personally wouldn't.

Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites? I mean yeah, but I don't really have "favorites," it's different for different stuff. I'd say I use ketchup or honey mustard the most.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions #questionnaire

[bbyungs]

just saw a hot gif set of jacob bae. i have never rly seen a tbz stage (only fanvids, vlives, and variety content) and oml 🥵🥵.

yes, i am not okay. thanks for asking.

#mans look like the appetizer three courses AND dessert #he ain't even my bias wtf 😭😭😭 #i like fluffy cobbie but this man.... #lemme stop lmfao #jacob #the boyz

[ja-stuff]

Invalidating s/o's feelings/efforts

note: I should've posted this 2 days earlier but my stupid laptop broke down and the original draft vanished T_T ANDDD I hope you like this one too! slightly proofread~

word count: 3, 147

character: Haruchiyo Sanzu

tw: mentions of drugs, mention of the word killing, cursing, invalidating feelings, slight angst

genre: angst/fluff (comfort)

It’s been two weeks since you last saw your boyfriend, Haruchiyo Sanzu. The other week he went on an out-of-town business trip together with Bonten, and this week you were so busy dealing with your grumpy supervisor and all other stuff at work. This made it so hard for the both of you to spend some quality time together, calls were impossible due to different time zones, and lately, you haven’t been spending much time at home. The both of you weren’t even able to communicate nor greet each other properly, ‘cause when you’re around he is out, when you’re about to work he’s asleep, and when you’re home he comes in late. So today, as it’s your day off, you decided to surprise your man with a candlelight dinner and watch a movie to chill, cuddle, and feel both of your warm touches on the couch after the hectic weeks.

During the afternoon, you started cooking the foods Sanzu had always liked, though your boyfriend wasn’t known to be a big eater, he sure does eat a lot when the foods are prepared by you. With a one-track thought that Sanzu will finish whatever you put on his plate, you prepared everything from the appetizers, main course, and the desserts deliciously and beautifully plated with all the effort you’ve got. After the dishes, you arranged the dining room into a more romantic scene. Placing a maroon-colored cloth over the tabletop, a candlestick with a dark red candle, a vase with your favorite flower in it, two wine glasses, and utensils and plates laid out in a formal fine-dining setting.

Feeling proud of what you did, you messaged Sanzu about his whereabouts and you only got an answer of, ‘30 more minutes to drive, love.’ You grinned, knowing that he’s a half-hour away, and you’re done with all your preparations. To complete this surprise, you went to your closet looking for clothes to wear. After a few scans, you chose the one that Sanzu bought for you three months ago, his first gift for you after moving in together in your shared penthouse. You glammed up yourself for Sanzu tonight, looking at yourself in the mirror being so sure that your boyfriend will shower you with compliments as it is his acts of love, you’re excited to hear the honey-like words coming out of his mouth and the sweet kisses right after each compliment coming at you like flowing stream.

A few minutes later, the front door of the house clicked and Sanzu made his way in. You ran downstairs to surprise him, but you were welcomed by his cold presence. This made you a little nervous but you shrugged it off and smiled. “Hey, Haru.” you greeted him.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyeing you from head to toe, his eyes looking at you without any visible interest. “Oh uhm… I just wanted to surprise you. Like a house dinner date? and maybe watch a movie before we sleep? I think it’s a good idea to spend some time together after two weeks of being busy?” you were feeling concerned and a little disappointed about how Sanzu’s been treating you right now.

“Y/n I don’t have time for this. I am tired,” he said, drifting his gaze away from you while he removed his shoes and placed his keys in the key box. “I don’t wanna deal with any of this now,” he said, as he walked past you from a different direction, not even glancing at the visible setup of the dinner table you’ve set in the dining room.

“but I spent time making this.” You whispered to yourself, voice with a hint of annoyance. “And you didn’t even compliment me with my clothes.”

Sanzu was one hell of a hound when it comes to sniffing and hearing, and that’s a fact. So hearing your little whine of annoyance because of his actions, he snapped. He doesn’t like it when people are not being completely direct with him about their issues with him. So hearing those words from you and the way you said those words indirectly towards him, made him so frustrated.

“Hey, Y/n.” he voiced out. So you looked in his direction, eyes full of hope expecting Sanzu to agree to eat dinner with you.

“I never asked any of this, okay? I never asked for a fucking house date or watch a fucking movie before sleeping. I never asked you to cook for fuck’s sake. And your clothes? They’re— I don’t know. I don’t really like it. It looks... unattractive.” his voice sounded so neutral, his eyes growing darker as if it would devour you. You were taken aback by his words, especially with his last word. You have never once thought that Sanzu would say that word to you, yet here he is breaking a little of your confidence that you both build up so hard to make you fully embrace your flaws in the way he accepted and embraced all of you.

“But I’d appreciate it if you’ll eat some love,—“ putting your feelings aside, you tried to make your way in convincing him to eat, but you only got cut off.

“I won’t eat your food! I won’t eat any of them!” he started to shout at you “But Haru, I spent hours making this! I did all of this for you!”

“Do you really think that it’s only for me? c’mon you just did this for yourself. ‘Cause you always wanted to be leading this relationship, controlling me with whatever you only wanted. I never wanted this stupid date tonight. You’re deciding what you only wanted to do around me, what about what I wanted?” you were hurt by what he’s saying. You both know that it’s not true. This relationship isn’t controlled by either of you. You always asked him for permission first, and surprises like this weren’t resulting in you guys fighting. In the first place, Sanzu was very much more into doing surprises than you, aside from compliments, surprising you is his second act of love, and you’re just reciprocating the fun of experiencing surprises to him. You least expected that this would be his reaction to your first ever surprise for him, this is a terrible experience for you and you swore to yourself, you’ll not do this again.

“I don’t even want them. Just— I need space! fuck this!” he moved away when he realized he was too close to you. “I won’t eat it, okay? Eat by yourself, and do whatever you want with the leftovers, either you throw them or feed them to stray cats. I don’t care. Just give me space.” Then he walked away, going up the stairs to your bedroom.

“fine. You know, I’d always get it if you had just told me beforehand you were having a bad day. Guess I was just a nuisance to your high, Sanzu.” you say, volume enough for him to hear you clearly. He stopped for a second before scoffing and slamming the bedroom door.

You knew something was off by how he’s acting up. This little suspicion was confirmed when he walked past, smelling a substance that he promised he won’t be using anymore, but old habits die hard and that promises are meant to be broken. ‘I guess he still couldn’t keep his hands off ‘it’ away.’ you thought.

You’re well aware of the cons of dating a gangster, to put more thrill on that cons of being in the ‘momma I'm in love with a criminal’ type of relationship, your boyfriend’s a no joke as the second of Bonten and a dr*gl*rd at it. You were asked by most of your friends and even your parents about this, since dealing with someone who was under the influence of drugs, especially with one dealing with his withdrawal from it could be a little hard. Like right now, where he has purposely or accidentally consumed one substance that resulted in his nasty treatment of you will test your tolerance and wits in handling the situation. Still, the whole scene made you feel bad that he had broken one promise out of the three he made from you but you chose to stay calm and composed yourself trying to formulate questions to ask Sanzu when he’s not high anymore.

You walked to the kitchen and ate the meals you prepared, alone. Packing up the leftovers carefully in Tupperware and had it hidden in the refrigerator from the pantry. It’s not like you’re trying to hide foods from your boyfriend, it's just you don’t want to rile him up when he sees the ‘unwanted foods’ in the fridge. You wanted to avoid clashing with him, so you prepared the couch as your sleeping pod by using the couch blankets and throw pillows as your company for the night. After finding the most comfortable position to lay, you played a movie of your choice and drifted off to sleep in the first ten minutes of the movie.

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“Fuck… I’m so hungry…” with a sleepy voice, Sanzu woke and felt his head spinning. “ugh… fucking headache.” he whispered, avoiding to startle ‘you’ who he thought was in bed with him.

“Love, do we still have some Advil?—“ he asked, patting your side of the bed, yet there was nothing. “Y/n” he called, sitting up while he rubbed his eyes. “babe are you in the bathroom?” he continued, but when he was left with no response, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, finding it empty, without you and even the Advil from the medicine box.

“Ugh, maybe they’re downstairs…”

Sanzu made his way downstairs, and the first thing that welcomed him was the sounds from the movie and you who’s sleeping peacefully on the couch. Sanzu smiled at your sleeping form wearing the clothes he knew he bought for you on the first day you lived together. He fished his phone out and took one… two… three and more photos of you sleeping at different angles, before turning the t.v. off and placing the blanket on you nicely.

“I’ll just wake you up after I eat.” Then he left after he kissed your forehead.

Stopping in front of the fridge, he opened it and first grabbed some water. He scanned for any ‘to-be-heated’ food placed in Tupperware yet he found none. He scanned the other fridge beside it but still none. This made him a little confused, he walked back to the living room and lightly shook you asking, “Love, you didn’t cook tonight? You should have told me, I could have gotten us take-outs. Did you eat?” his voice was so quiet yet it woke you up, “Should I order take out?” he asked, but your attitude to let out a scoff with his words, confused him even more.

“I already ate.” you simply answered, sitting up and gathering all the throw pillows to move to the other couch. “You did? Well, where’s mine? I’m so hungry, love.” he said with a little pout on his face. You tried your best not to give in with his little childish act right now. Sanzu’s always been good to touch those guilt in your heart, but this time you decided to push those guilt away. You’ve done nothing wrong, and you’re still upset with everything that had happened earlier.

“I threw it away. You said you don’t want any of it right? So I took your suggestion of throwing it away to the heart.” you said, laying on the couch again, turning your back from him. “W–what? You threw the food away?” he asked, questioning your action. “Yeah, luckily the stray cats appreciated all of it.” you said, emphasizing the words ‘appreciated’

“But–”

“I am tired, Sanzu. I don’t want to make food for you. Order something or walk to the nearest convenience store out there. I’m sleeping. Hope you come down from your high soon.” you said, dismissing him immediately knowing the fact that the tone of his voice would want to make a request from you.

“Y/n… I– what?” he called but you ignored him.

Silence enveloped the room, leaving Sanzu dazed with your words and actions, he couldn’t get the hang of it, ‘did I do something?’ he asked himself and racked his head more with a few questions, then a wave of headaches hit him, giving him the answer that he was looking for. The flashbacks from earlier came into his mind, remembering the exact words he told you and how he dismissed you earlier, how he heard that you knew he had drugs– rather he got drugged at work.

“Fucking shit… babe! I swear I didn’t take any! I was not– no I was. Shit. Y/n? Are you awake?” he rushed to you and tapped your shoulder lightly, but you just shrugged it away. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” he said, his voice full of concern while his touch remained soft, “Please let me explain… I’m sorry.” his voice was shaking a little. “Y/n? Please?” you felt his head rest on your shoulder feeling his deep breaths against your neck.

The resolve you had earlier for not giving in so easily broke down, as much as you hated broken promises, you hate seeing Sanzu break himself for the things he does regret doing, ‘An explanation you say? Fine, I’ll hear it.’ you thought to yourself.

“Okay. Explain.” you sat up and patted the seat next to you, but Sanzu refused. He knelt before you holding both of your hands in his while he looked at you straight in the eyes with hurt and sorry.

“I– I didn’t take it…” he started, “I was with Ran and Rindou when it happened. You can ask them about it. You know, your cousins won't lie to you.” he looked at you with tears forming in his eyes. “We were asked by Mikey to deal with the small gang messing up with Bonten’s name. We hunted them down and found the warehouse where they had been staying. Not only was it their turf but it was also a factory where different substances are used. I hope y–you know that I am trying… I– I tried my best to withdraw because of you. I don’t know if you’ll b–believe me or not, but I fought a guy who threw some powder in my direction.” The tears from his eyes fell in sync, as his breathing started to get heavy. You know he’s trying his best to keep calm in this situation, as Sanzu knew that you were the type of person who disliked people who break promises.

“I swear… I didn’t take it. I was so mad that I—I went and killed… Y/n… I’m scared. Please don’t leave me. Give me a chance to change. I swear I won’t do it again. I did not take it. Believe me, a–accident Y/n… It was an accident…” your boyfriend’s now crying, looking sad and scared. “Believe in me Y/n, I’ll do better–”

“Haru, my love, You’re already doing great, and I believe you.” you cupped his cheek wiped his tears with your thumbs, and kissed his nose. “I believe in you, so you don’t have to be scared that I’d leave you because of that,” you assured him.

“But I broke one of my promises.” he looked at you with his glassy eyes,

“No, you didn’t. You said it, love, it was an accident.” you smiled at him, he looked down feeling guilty by remembering about the fight earlier.

“But you don’t deserve to be treated like that before.” he quietly said, his thumbs circling on the back of your hands.

“I understand that it was the effects of the substance. I know that you never meant anything about anything you said.”

“True! That’s true! I don’t mean any of it, believe me, Y/n.” you nodded, “I know and I know that when you’re sober you won’t say that even over our petty little arguments. I know you better now Haru. I just wanted time for myself earlier to sort things out, ‘cause even if we know you didn’t mean it, it still hurts being called unattractive when I am wearing the clothes you chose yourself, it made me self-doubt a little.” you said, “What did I tell you before? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in this life, Y/n. You’re even prettier than the moon!” this time Sanzu stood up and showed you his phone. “You’re so breathtaking that I could just die looking at your face!” you chuckled with how funny you think his exaggerations are. You know how Sanzu was before, hearing stories from your cousins about how he is cold, quiet, scary, ruthless, etc., but all of those impressions about him were nothing when you started going out with him. Sanzu's more like a puppy than a boyfriend, and that’s a fact you can only see.

“You’re so attractive! Look I even got it from different angles, and you even changed positions as if you knew you were being captured!” you chuckled about how he sounded like a bragging kid, with a tear-stained face, and glassy eyes that twinkled as if he didn’t cry earlier.

“Did you seriously take this?! Hun, this is too much!” you laughed, holding his phone and swiping the screens, even zooming in some funny ones where your mouth was open, and one where Sanzu took a selfie with your sleeping form.

“You’re so goofy in here, love!” you said, as you zoomed in his cross-eyed face with his tongue out, and a peace sign.

As you looked at his photo with so much love in your eyes, Sanzu felt a little better. Though he still blamed himself for the events before, he was sure that when you said you believed him, you really do. “Don’t leave me y/n,” he whispered, making you stare at the phone. You couldn’t explain how sincere and longing that voice was, but you knew that Sanzu’s really scared about the thought that you can easily walk away from him when you want to. “I love you.” with the same level of sincereness, he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“And I appreciate every single thing you’ve done for me.” he pulled away and held your chin to make you look at him to kiss you. “Thank you, my angel.”

You felt Sanzu’s lips on yours trembling a little and feeling the shakiness of his breath. “I love you too, Haru.” cupping his face with your little hands as your thumbs caressed the scars on his mouth, you kissed him longer this time.

"I promise, I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"As you should."

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Curious Gazes

prompt: [CEO!Harry] four times harry has been spotted by employees being very unlike his demeanor at work.

word count: 4.3 k

warnings: harry is an asshole to everyone but is wife and baby.

**** <-- click for visuals throughout the story. ( because i love showing off how dumb rich harry is - i mean he’s a billionaire ffs)

notes: thanks so much for the love on the first part. I will be writing quite a bit for this trope. the next addition will be all smut. love you, enjoy.

PART ONE

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RESERVATION RUN-IN

Harry has over a hundred-thousand full-time employees. He has nearly ten-thousand at his London office at all times. The skyscraper was beautiful with clear glass, a reflective grey tone, and the structure screamed modern. It has eighty-three floors.

So with that being said, Harry does not know even one third of the people who work in the building nor does he want to. He couldn’t pick them out of a line-up if he tried. 

However, having so many employees in the city means his staff members are bound to catch sight of their boss pretty often outside of the office.

Sarah, Lucielle, Jack, and Anya - all from the customer service department of Styles Media and Marketing Inc. - are all out to dinner. They decided to go all out and dish out a hefty amount to eat at Il Nascondiglio Segreto. It was a reservation they had made nearly a month ago.

As they’re enjoying their appetizer, Lucielle nearly chokes on her oyster, “Holy shit. It’s Harry,” She whispers, nodding her head in the direction she was staring with bulging eyes.

They all can’t help but turn subtly, a perfect vantage point from where they’re sat right across the way from the group of employees. Their boss was dressed in a bit more casual - not by much - attire than he’d worn to the office earlier that Friday afternoon.

He had an open blazer with a white, nearly see-through button up. Their eyes nearly jumping out of their skulls when they spot his butterfly tattoo sitting on right below his sternum. Jack’s hawk eyes catch that he has a name in cursive on his left pec. 

Plus his normal tailored suit trousers were replaced with tight skinny jeans that hugged his crotched - making it unmistakable that he was well….endowed. Hair was no longer as styled and curled. Laying more carelessly on his shoulders. ****

But what was the most absurd thing they saw him wearing was a smile. His lips were curled up in a large, white grin that was big enough to cause little wrinkles around his eyes. 

His hand intertwined with his wife’s until they arrived at their table, pulling out her chair for her, landing a soft kiss on her cheek before sitting down in his across from her.

He automatically puts an open palm halfway across the table and his date places her’s right on top of it. Her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the low lighting in the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table.

The group had never actually seen the women they deemed Cruella Deville. They had envisioned his wife with bleach blonde hair, fake tits, and fish lips complimented with botox that made it so her forehead didn’t move.

But they were met with a beautiful, natural one instead. She had gorgeous curled locks trailing down her back, light neutral makeup with normal sized lips, small creases where they should be. 

Her body was natural as well, breasts pushed up in a bra but obviously not manufactured by the way they sat, a bit of a pouch around her midsection - a telltale sign from her recent pregnancy, and a radiant smile to match her husband’s. 

They looked so happy and in love.

She was dressed short, polka-dotted black dress with a pair of simple black shoes. She complimented with with a bright red lip which stood out against the dark fabric. ***

It’s not that they didn’t look like a match - she was absolutely stunning. It just wasn’t who they imagined for the boss they despised ninety percent of the time.

The group can’t keep their eyes off the couple - subtly, of course - for their whole time at the restaurant.

Harry was laughing loudly - different sound than when he laughed without a humor at bumbling, nervous employees.

It was light and higher pitched - but still gravely low; smooth like honey as his wife matches his laughs.

At one point, after their meal arrives - Harry offers her a spoonful of his food, playfully complaining that she took too big of a bite - but then immediately offering her more right after.

When she excused herself to the bathroom, Lucille catches Harry’s sneaky hand reaching out to give her backside a quick grope which earns him a warning glance that has him snickering.

Anya who was in the restroom nearly runs into her, Y/N apologizes instantly, “I’m sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you alright?”

Anya nods, a bit at a loss of words, talking to Harry Styles' wife, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“I swear I have two left feet,” Y/N jokes, complimenting her dress before disappearing into a stalls. A completely lovely girl.

It’s pathetic but the group lingers around to watch their boss’s full dinner date. It was creepy but they were just so stunned at the man that was sitting by them.

The couples behavior had turned more flirty by this point, Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering at little bit more at her husband, her giggles flowing more often with licks to her lips. 

By the clenched fist on the table, Harry seems to be falling prey to the teasing. 

But when his wife whispers something - that must have been filthy - and leans forward so her cleavage is displayed more, Harry’s pulling out his wallet, pulling an absurd amount of bills out and throwing them carelessly on the table.

Y/N’s eyes are twinkling in victory as her husband stands and helps her out of her chair - ever the gentlemen.

It doesn’t seem very gentlemen like though when his hand comes to the very lowest point on the small of her back -  pushing her into him. He leans down to murmur something into her ear before landing a damp, way too intimate for public kiss to her jaw and then throat.

In turn, she looks up at him with a mischievous tilt of her lip and a challenging raised brow. You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

Y/N lifts up on her toes to kiss him before grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the establishment quickly - his eyes glued to her bum the whole time.

Jack breaks the bated silence, with a bewildered chortle, “What the fuck was that?”

Sarah sips her wine, “Maybe he has a twin? Like a good twin? And he’s the evil one.”

They all laugh and finish up their desserts. 

---

MOTHER’S DAY SHOPPING

Kasey and Tom - from Human Resources - are out for the day. It was a week before Mother’s Day and they were both scrambling for a gift at the shops.

Harrod’s was nearly empty as they had came in a few minutes after the store opened. Kasey had gotten distracted from her mission and was trying on shoes. 

There was a 40% off sale and she wasn’t passing that up.

Tom had wondered off to the electronics department very soon after the first five shoeboxes arrived next to her chair.

“Pink!” Kasey hears a high-pitched baby voice squeal with utter delight. She looks up to see a curly haired toddler pointing at a pair of pink baby shoes.

The little girl had the cutest denim dress on with white stripes ***, white tights on, and white Mary Janes. When Kasey looked closer she realized the Gucci emblem was on the dress - holy shit, she didn’t even know Gucci made baby clothes.

“Daddy, please?” The toddler asks in a sweet, small voice looking to the approaching man who scoops her up in the crook of his elbow.

“Ivy, y’can’t run away from daddy. Do you understand me?” 

Kasey’s eyes widen as she recognizes that deep, raspy voice. It was her boss, Harry Styles, and with his little mini who looked like a cherub angel.

“No run, daddy,” Ivy grins up at him, looking for approval.

The slightly stern look dissipates from his face into a softer, relaxed smile at his daughter’s words. He kept her close against his chest.

“Daddy, please?” She piques up again, pointing at the small shoes on the wall.

“Y’want those shoes?” Harry asks, nodding towards the pink sneakers.

Ivy nods before pointing at the other shoes next to it, “All, please?”

Despite her father not having any manners in the slightest, his daughter seemed to have excellent etiquette.

Harry chuckles, smoothing a stray curl down from her forehead, “Y’want a pair of all these shoes?”

Ivy nods with wide doe eyes and one of her dimples popping in her left cheek. 

“Y’mother’s going to kill me,” Kasey hears Harry mutter before waving a sales associate over.

“Good to see you, Mr. Styles - I’m Tracey. What can I help you with?”

Of course they knew him by name. He was by the looks of it one of their most appreciated customers, figuring he rarely wears the same thing twice.

“Can I please get a pair of all these shoes in a toddler’s size three? And can you please ring them up for me? Thank you,” Harry asks, his voice taking on the executive and firm tone with the associate who nods and turns on her heel.

“Daddy? Kissy?” The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek and she’s puckering her pink lips.

“Yes baby,” Harry obliges, giving her a peck before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. He tugs down her dress that’s ridden up in true parent fashion.

As they’re waiting, Harry continues to talk to his daughter, “Y’know pet, we came here to shop for mumma for mother’s day. Y’always manage to get something out of it, hmm?”

“Mummy?” Ivy squawks, repeating her father’s word. 

“Yes, mummy. I think she’s really going to like the necklace we picked out,” Harry taps at her nose, his eyes just read love and amazement for his little girl.

Kasey was dumbfounded. 

This man had literally stormed into their offices yesterday, frustration seeping into his loud tone as he asked the room of employees if it was a lady's brunch club or a place of employment when he hadn’t gotten a report on his desk at a certain time.

They’d all stuttered and apologized but Harry had already slammed the door of his way out - the doorframe shaking. A nasty email being sent to their inboxes mere minutes later.

“Mr. Styles? We are out of two of the pairs,” The saleswoman appears and tells him, tablet now in hand.

Harry’s voice is calm but he looks her dead in the eye, “Do you not know how to ship them to a house? I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

She begins to apologize, pulling up a page of her tablet, “Your total comes to £6,309.45 for the shoes.”

Kasey’s eyes nearly pop from her head at the total but Harry merely blinks and states, “Charge it to my Amex on file.”

“Would you like me to add on the items you picked up downstairs? That would bring your total to £ 213,088.79. The necklace *** will be shipped within the next two weeks and will need to be signed for at your doorstep by an authorized person of your choosing, they’ll need to provide identification to certify their identity.”

“I need the necklace by next Sunday- it’s my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift to her mum - hence the pink diamonds,” Harry states to the woman like she’s stupid.

Did that woman just say that amount? And did Harry not even bat an eyelash at it. 

Kasey’s brain couldn’t really comprehend it.

“Expedited shipping on this item would be…” Tracey looks down at her tablet and taps a few buttons, “It will be an extra £3,219 for expedited shipping as it’s coming from Swittzerland.” 

Harry is distracted for a moment as Ivy is wriggling until Harry puts her down. Kasey didn’t see that he had a plush doll tucked in between his jeans and belt on his back.

“Baby doll,” Ivy pokes at her father’s thigh, too short to reach her toy. 

Harry tugs it out and hands it to her, “Stay right here, Vee.”

Ivy unceremoniously plops on the ground next to her father’s leather boot while he confirms the purchases and signs off on them.

It was cute - the plush baby doll she was playing with was ratty, worn, and very visibly loved. It seems as if it’s been her favorite toy for a while.

After finishing up with Tracey, Kasey sees him slip her a few bills for her trouble and lugs Ivy back up onto his hip.

“Shake, daddy?” Ivy lisps hopefully, green eyes sparkling up at her father’s. 

Harry lets out a chuckle, “No, baby. It’s only ten in the morning, y’can’t have a milkshake. Let go home, maybe mumma will make us some blueberry pancakes if we give her lots of kisses?”

“Mummy,” Ivy agrees happily, her plush held tightly against her chest.

“She’s going to love your gift, darlin’, even though y’the best gift we’ve ever got,” Harry murmurs lovingly, pressed a warm kiss to his daughter’s cheek.

Tom has wandered back to the shoe department, eyes unfortunately meeting his boss’ right away - widen with surprise.

Harry’s eyes narrow when he finds Tom staring, “Can I help y’mate?”

“Uh-no! Sorry, just, erm, I work for you?” Tom stutters stupidly at his annoyed employer who currently has his toddler trying to pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head.

“Then I’d recommend, if you’d like it to stay that way, you mind your own damn business,” Harry bites out with a warning tone, unnecessarily rude.

Ivy doesn’t seem bothered, delighted when she tugs the shades off his head and attempts to put them on. She begins huffing as she struggles and Harry gently takes them and slides them on for her.

Tom nods, still baffled, and scurries over to Kasey. 

They both glance back when their boss isn’t looking. He hears him murmur softly, “Let’s go see mummy.”

“Pancakes?” Ivy chirps, looking at her dad for confirmation.

“Anythin’ for you, my little love,” Harry agrees, starting to walks to the elevator to the entrance of the store. 

Tom and Kasey look at each other with unexplainable expressions as they watch their asshole of a boss clearly wrapped around a toddler’s finger. 

—-

THE PARK

“Hi! Is anyone sitting here?” Savannah hears from beside her on the park bench. 

She looks up to see a beautiful, young woman looking to be around her age looking at her expectantly. She has a backpack on her shoulders and a curly-haired toddler on her hip.

“Nope! You’re good!” Savannah replies kindly, moving over to make room on the bench for her to sit.

“Awesome, thank you. I’m Y/N and this is Ivy. Say ‘hi’,” Y/N prompts her daughter with a nudge.

Ivy puts on a beaming smile, white little blocky teeth on display, “Hi.”

“I’m Savannah and the little brunette boy in the green shirt is mine - his name’s Flynn.”

“Tell her how old you are, baby,” Y/N smiles, always trying to get her daughter to socialize as much as possible.

“Two!” Ivy giggles before impatiently squirming, “Mummy, play.”

Y/N laughs, “Just as impatient as your father. Go on, stay where mumma can see you, please.”

Ivy nods before speeding off towards the little jungle-gym to automatically start playing with the little group of kids.

“I wish I had their energy,” Y/N sighs, tugging a water bottle out of her backpack. 

Savannah was obsessed with everything gucci - even though she couldn’t afford anything - so when she spots the flashy bag, she can’t help but ask, “Is that a custom Gucci monogram multipack?”***

Y/N takes a sip before answering, “Yeah, my husband gave it to me as a gift on ‘national stay at home mum day’ - which I don’t even think is a real thing. He just knows I’ll chew him out if he buys me things like this without reason.”

They both laugh, Savannah can’t help but glance over the woman a little bit closer. She had a ratty, vintage tee on, plain black leggings, and a pair of black Nikes on - nothing that screamed over the top.

But then she spots the engagement ring *** on her finger. Savannah thought it looked so extravagant it almost looked fake. But the way the faucets reflect so magnificently in the sunshine makes her sure it’s real.

“What was that?” Savannah snaps back, realizing she hadn’t heard what Y/N was saying - too busy deciding how much money she had which wasn’t right when the girl was being so friendly.

“Oh, just - do you know any mum groups around here? I was in a group but all they liked to do was gossip and bitch. And I think Ivy heard the word ‘cunt’ one too many times from them.”

Savannah barks out a laugh, Y/N turns out to be extremely funny and friendly. She has a bit of a foul mouth and a quick wit but is a good listener.

“And so I said to the dude -“ Y/N cuts off when her phone rings, digging it out and answering, “Hi H, yeah. The one with the big purple slide, okay.”

When she hangs up, she tells her new friend, “My husband is stopping by really quick. He has a business dinner later and won’t see Ivy before her bedtime. Or me before my bedtime,” Y/N laughs.

“That’s so nice of him!” Savannah says, knowing her husband enjoyed when everyone was asleep by the time he came home. Would never go out of his way like Y/N’s husband would.

Y/N says with a smile in her eyes, “Yeah, he’s really good to us.”

They continue to chat until they hear a loud engine revving into the car park, Y/N rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course, he brings the loudest car today.”

A vintage car swings into a spot and Savannah nearly gasps at who exits the car and begins to stride towards them. No one other than her boss. 

The man who had her doing her job by the book and when one hair fell out of place he knew right away. 

The man who she avoided at all cost possibly - taking the stairs so she doesn’t have to be in the elevator with his intimidating presence.

It took her a minute to connect the dots. Y/N was married to Harry? Harry was Ivy’s dad? It through her through a loop - Y/N was just - so nice. 

But it does explain all the gucci and the massive diamond ring. She did happen to work for a fucking billionare. Y/N didn’t come off as a billionaire or a billionaire’s wife.

‘Holy shit, this is wild,’ Savannah thought.

Harry makes his way over to the bench, Y/N standing up to hug him. Harry kisses her softly with a large palm coming to slip under the back of her shirt to rub at her bare back.

Uh - this man was being loving and affectionate? Proving all Savannah's preconceived notions about him wrong. Mostly that he was a robot.

“Hi darlin’, have a good day?” Harry asks his wife, still holding onto her and tugging her into his side - looking to Ivy who was obliviously - playing on the swing.

“Mmm, don’t want you to go tonight,” Yn/Ngroans dramatically, squeaking when Harry playfully pinches her side.

“Tell me and I won’t go,” He murmurs with surprising sincerity against his wife’s cheek, smiling when Ivy lets out a loud, carefree giggle with her new friends.

“Oh! I’m being rude. This is Savannah, Savannah this is my husband Harry,” Y/N introduces the two, unknowing of their connection.

Savannah swallows harshly and gives him a timid wave, “Hello.”

Harry shows no recognition that he knows her but gives her a curt nod and rasps out a “hello.” 

Y/N rolls his eyes at her husband, patting his toned stomach, “He’s always a little crabby after work,” She jokes as he smirks at her - he’s rarely ever crabby with his wife and they both know it.

After work? How about from the time he stepped foot through the lobby doors everyday? He only had one mode at work - crabby.

“It’s ok-“

“Daddy!” A squeal interrupts them, a blur of brunette curls crashing into her father’s legs - full force with excitement.

Harry is bending down and tucking her into his arms for a hug, “Hi baby, y’bein’ so good for mumma?”

His tone had shifted into a low, relaxed drawl that Savannah had never heard. His words are kind and caring towards his daughter.

“Good for mumma,” Ivy parrots her father, dimples popping as she pushes at Harry’s face when he attacks her with kisses.

“You taste so good I could eat yah!” Harry growls playfully, Ivy giggling delightedly at her fathers antics until her cheeks are flushed pink with laughter.

“Swings, daddy,” Ivy motions with green doe eyes. Grass and mud stains the outfit her mother had dressed her in - cute striped overalls with a white tee underneath  *** and little sneakers ****.

“Oh dove, I wish I could. I have to go back to work,” Harry frowns, his thumb coming to caress her sweaty cheekbone.

Her brows furrowed and her full pink lips turned down - Savannah has to contain a laugh by how much she looks like her father with the displeased grimace on her face.

“No, no, Daddy,” Ivy argues adamantly, her eyes brimming with sad tears.

“Vee, c’mon, my love. I’ll be home later,” Harry soothes, starting to rock her from side to side to calm her.

But Ivy is in her terrible twos and doesn’t like the word ‘no.’

Y/N comes up to her husband’s side, tucking a hand into his back pocket to rest. 

“Ivy Elizabeth, we need to let your father go. Come to mummy now, please,” Her mother asks in a soft but firm tone.

“No!” Ivy absolutely shrieks with a awfully high pitch, “No mummy, daddy swings!”

The couple shares a look before Y/N is gathering her backpack on her shoulder, looking back to Savannah, “Hey! Text me, it’s about nap time for this one.”

Savannah agrees and gives them both a wave off as Harry totes his tantruming toddler to a sleek, teal SUV. It takes her a moment to scoff internally - off course it’s a Bentley ***.

And because Savannah can’t help but be nosey she googles the price of the car and quickly locks her screen when she sees the base price is £ 210,000.

Harry is planting little pecks on his daughter’s face and murmuring to her until her tears have dried up and she’s laughing at her dad once again.

After Harry straps her into the car seat and shuts the door, he gently pushes his wife back against it. His body is crowding hers, arm over her shoulder against the car.

The talk for a moment before Harry’s ducking down to pull a few kisses from her lips before she’s giggling and pushing him off.

Savannah couldn’t wait to tell the old women at in her customer relations department tomorrow.

— 

THE GAME

Cassie didn’t mind Harry actually. She made his coffee nearly every morning and she secretly knew he was the one who left those hefty tips.

She’d fumbled over his orders a few times when she’d started and apologized profusely but Harry had just looked up from his phone and said, “S’fine.”

Yeah, that’s not much but compared to some of the horror stories she hears, but she was grateful for another reason.

—-

One day he had found her crying in a empty corridor that he used to walk to his car at the end of his day.

“Y’alright?” Her boss asks gruffly, pausing to look down at her - no clear emotion on his face.

Cassie nods sheepishly, “M’sorry, I’m just really stressed out.”

Harry’s eyes flash a tad darker, “Is Carole giving you trouble?” 

Carole was her manager.

“N-no. I got declined for my school financial aid. If I don’t come up with the money I’ll have to drop out. I-I have a son and I do-don’t have the money to go without help.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, rustling into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out something - a checkbook.

He clicks the pen and moves his hand quickly across the pad before ripping it out and handing it to her, “Good luck and use the extra on your family. Don’t go spreading it around that I did this.”

Cassie goes to thank him or refuse it but when she looks back up from the check he’s already striding away down the hallway away from her.

She lets out a loud sob as she sees a check written for £150,000 right in front of her.

—

Cassie still works at the Starbucks part-time while attending college with the help of her secretly kind boss.

The extra money she’s stowed away in an education fund for her son after he graduates. 

Anyways, she was at Man U football game that she got invited to with her boyfriend - Jacob. His dad won tickets for box seats from his work in a raffle.

Cassie soon realized that their box was right by the Styles Media and Marketing one. The way they were placed, she could see right into their area.

It was just Harry and a woman in there. 

They were obviously a couple and this was the Cruella Deville. Cassie didn’t refer to her as that as she had a bit of a different perspective of the man.

His wife was sipping on a water bottle and cheering loudly with the rest of the fans. Harry watched her with amusement at her excited behavior, at one point pulling his photo out and snapping a picture of her.

When the exciting bit is over, she seats herself on his lap and wriggles until her back is against his chest - comfortable and cozy.

His large palm comes to cup at her stomach, Cassie now seeing that she is clearly pregnant as he cradles the noticeable bump protectively.

For most of the game, his hand never leaves her belly - rubbing circles with his thumb. His head came to rest on her shoulder to watch the game.

They seem so happy together - giggling and talking animatedly throughout. His wife constantly tilting her head back with her lips puckered requesting kisses that Harry happily supplies each time.

At one point, Cassie witnesses Y/N eat two huge corndogs in a row while her husband watches her with humor in his eye. Then goes on to order her a massive spool of candy floss that he feeds her throughout the game.

It was a late game and it was now in overtime. The clock reads nearly eleven at night. Harry’s wife has dozed off against his shoulder and when he notices he gently rouses her.

As she blinks her eyes open, Harry shucks his jacket of his shoulder and helped her slip it on. They must decide to call it a night because he’s helping her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and guiding her out of the box.

Cassie never tells anyone that she saw him that night or what he did to help her family.

The End.

Hope you bubbbies enjoyed. Send me requests for this verse. Smut is up next for this trope.

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[mage-ellie]

Birthday Boy

AN: He continues to rot my brain, but I am okay with this. Just a quick lil oneshot for Akechi’s birthday <3 I wrote this in like an hour so i'm sorry if it seems rushed or messy hadkjfhkjd. It's definitely not my best work lmao.

Original post: Click me!

Word count: 1592

Content: Fluff, end game spoilers, pancakes

The ex-detective exhaled softly as he reached the subway station, glad that the day was finally coming to an end. Going to college and doing his best to stay out of the eyes of the public was exhausting work. Thankfully, during his time out of the spotlight, he had managed to evade nearly every paparazzi and journalist that came his way. 

Akechi glanced at his phone as he hopped onto the train to Shibuya in order to get home, only for a slight feeling of shock to overcome him for a brief moment. On his screen was your name, with a text message attached. All the message had was an unfamiliar address to what seemed to be a restaurant in Minato City, as well as a reservation time. 

Despite the confusion that ran through his veins, you had piqued his interest. He thought it wouldn't hurt to stop by. He needed to eat dinner anyways. Although, he did his best to deny that he was hoping to see you there.

As Akechi approached the restaurant you had mentioned, he wondered if that message had just been a mistake and that you had meant to send it to someone else. However, as he approached the doors, the hostess behind the counter perked up and grabbed a menu.

"Good evening, Akechi-san. Your table is right this way." The hostess chirped as she beckoned for him to follow her. 

He did his best to put on a pleasant face and followed along behind her. His confusion only grew as he took a seat at a table for one. He now knew that you definitely had something planned, but he had no idea what.

"Your server will be with you in just a moment." She said to the young man, then walked away to seat some other customers who had entered the building.

Akechi glanced over the menu items, taking a moment to decide on what he wanted before he had to place his order. Although, before he could fully decide on what he wanted, a figure appeared in the corner of his vision. He immediately plastered a smile on his face and turned his head, only to be met by you. He had been expecting you to join him for dinner, not serve him.

"Good evening, Akechi. Have you decided on what you want? Or would you like a few more minutes?" You asked him, a soft smile gracing your face. He could almost feel the smugness rolling off you in waves. You were clearly proud of what you were pulling.

"I haven't yet. Do you have any suggestions?" He responded, smiling up at you in return. The feeling of his smile curling upwards towards his eyes was foreign to him, and yet, it wasn't unpleasant.

"Hmm..." You trailed off as you reached over and opened the menu to point out the items. "I enjoy the chicken tender combo meal. As well as the cheeseburger and fries. I think you might enjoy the T-bone steak." You told him, earning a huff of a laugh in response. You looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what he found so amusing.

"Still a picky eater I see." He teased, not missing the surprise that flashed across your face.

"Sorry for knowing what I like." You quipped, giving him a playful glare in return. You watched as his smile turned into more of a smirk as you held eye contact. 

"Well, I'll take the cheeseburger and fries with a water then. Hold the onions please." He said, closing the menu as you wrote down his order, then handed it to you.

"Sure thing. I'll be back soon with your drink." You told him, giving him one last happy smile before you turned and walked back towards the kitchen. You couldn't believe that he actually came. You had figured that a message like that would catch his attention, but you didn't expect him to actually show up.

As you put in his order, you also put in an order for the deluxe pancake breakfast meal. You knew he hated the word, but you were pretty sure that he still loved the food item. Plus, it was a free meal for his birthday. Could he really complain?

Once the cooks had finished his burger, you quickly took it to him. 

"Alright. Here you go." You said as you placed down the plate. "Do you need anything else?" You asked him, tilting your head.

"No. Thank you." He hummed, unable to hold back his smile. 

"I hope you enjoy." You responded, giving him another smile as you left to tend to some other tables. 

You made sure to keep an eye on him as he ate. You didn't want him to leave before you could give him his dessert. 

Finally, he wiped his face with a napkin before placing it on the table next to his plate. Now was the perfect time to bring him his gift.

You sneakily grabbed the plate from the window and approached him from behind quietly, hoping that he wouldn't turn around and ruin your surprise. When you entered his line of sight, a look of shock colored his face as his eyes landed on the small stack of pancakes that were covered in whipped cream and fresh fruit.

"Happy Birthday, Akechi." You said softly, feeling your heart race in your chest as you placed the food in front of him. He looked so conflicted as he stared at it, then slowly raised his eyes to look at you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to formulate a response.

After a moment of silence, a genuine smile slid up his pink tinted cheeks as he finally accepted your gift.

"You remembered..." He murmured as he looked back down and picked up a fork. 

"Of course I did." You giggled lightly, watching as he began cutting up the fluffy breakfast cakes.

"Are you going to sing to me too?" He asked, smirking up at you.

"I think we'd both rather die than have me sing to you in public." You quipped, earning a laugh in response. 

Once he stopped, he took a moment to look at you before he asked his next question.

"Will you join me?" He inquired, looking a little hopeful. It took a second for his words to sink into your brain. This wasn't the outcome you had expected at all.

"I suppose I could take my 15 minute break now." You said as you removed the apron that hung around your waist. Before you took a seat beside him in the small booth, Akechi stood and stole one of the appetizer plates from the table next to his.

He quickly sliced up the pancakes and placed some on the smaller plate, then looked up at you expectantly.

"I can't eat all of this by myself." He said, looking down at you as you sat.

All you did was giggle in response as you stole a knife and fork from that same table so that you could eat with him. 

You both stayed quiet as you began eating; just enjoying each others company for the first time in nearly three years. The last time you ate together was the night before you invaded Sae's palace. You all went out to dinner for one final hurrah as a Phantom Thief.

"Thank you." He mumbled, unable to look at you. You didn't miss the sad expression that overcame him as he spoke. "It's been a while since I've spent time with someone like this. I can't remember the last time I celebrated my birthday." He finished, still looking down at his near empty plate. 

"Sorry for not messaging you sooner. I planned on doing this last year, but to be honest, I chickened out." You laughed awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"No need to apologize." Akechi chuckled, finally looking at you with a vulnerability you've never seen from him before. "I... appreciate the fact that you decided to do it at all." He hummed. He had changed a lot since the last time you had spoken with him. You kind of liked these changes.

"L/N-san, your break time is over." Your boss barked, making you jump.

"Oops." You muttered as you stood and retied your apron around your waist. Akechi just laughed as he watched you hustle to get back to work.

"Hypothetically, if I were to come back tomorrow evening for dinner, would you serve me again?" He asked hesitantly, carefully watching your expression.

"Not tomorrow. However, if you hypothetically came back the day after, I would." You told him, watching as one last smile curled up his cheeks as you handed him the bill for his burger.

You waved goodbye to him as he exited the little restaurant and went on his way, relieved beyond belief that that had gone as well as it did. This was surely something you would be gloating about to the Thieves when you got off work. You could easily picture the jealous look on Akira's face.

As Akechi opened his wallet to put away his copy of the receipt, he noticed something written on the back of it. "It was nice to see you again. I've missed you :) -Y/N" 

It took all of his willpower to keep himself from smiling like an idiot as he made his way towards the subway station. He knew he would find himself visiting that restaurant again in the near future.

#fluff #goro akechi x reader #happy birthday goro #friendship #post-canon #romance if you squint

[simpingforsoftboys]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

ft. Kuroken

G/N Reader

Read this first

Mini Series Here

Thanks so much for the request anon! I actually went back and forth with this- but I’m finally satisfied with how this turned out! Hope you enjoy!

Kenma hated these types of events. Blaring music, flashing lights, horny drunk people, crowded spaces. Yes, parties were the worst- but it wasn’t like he could tell Kuroo “no, I’m not going to attend your best friend’s 27th birthday party just because.” Which is why they’re in Osaka and not Tokyo at the moment. Kuroo had gone off to god knows where- claiming he was going to get some drinks for them- but that was 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned. Shoyo was arriving late, so there was no one the dyed blonde felt comfortable with speaking too. Seeing no other option, he decided to seek Kuroo out on his own. 

“Excuse me.” The short male muttered as he nudged people aside to get to the bar. No one seemed to mind, too caught up in their dancing- probably thanks to their alcohol induced haze. His skin crawled in disgust as he passed by some chick who was making out with Miya Atsumu- if Shoyo was right with his suspicions, Sakusa Kiyoomi would not be happy. He pushed that thought aside. Eventually he made it to the bar- successfully locating Kuroo. “I was waiting what’s-” He was shut up by his fiance’s hand over his mouth. 

“Shh... look over there, across the counter- is that Y/n?” Kenma followed where Kuroo was pointing, they couldn’t see the persons face, but they had a similar figure and skin tone to your own. Suddenly the person turned- but they realized that it wasn’t you. 

It had been two, nearly three years since your emotional breakup, and they still found themselves looking for you in every room they entered. Kenma hadn’t gotten over his love for you- he doubted he ever would, but it was just another thing he had learned to live with. Kuroo slowly began to realize how much of an impact you had on his daily life, things he had previously taken for granted like a homemade meal at the end of a long day, hot bath prepped and ready, folded clothes and cute little notes. Those things were gone now, so he and Kenma had to step up and do it- until eventually they just decided to hire someone to do it for them. It wasn’t the same- sure, the housekeeper did an amazing job, but the difference was palpable. It sounded dumb but they could just feel the lack of love- your absence had created a void in the large penthouse. 

It had taken time, but Tetsuro realized that yeah, he did love you- not as much as Kenma- yet, it was a tangible love all the same. Which is why it hurt him that day- not only because you left them, but because you didn’t feel loved by him. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at you- that was his own doing. All you had done was leave him with happy memories. 

Kenma found himself reverting back to his old habits. Their home was a lot lonelier without you. Kuroo often went on weeks- if not months long- business trips for the volleyball association, leaving Kenma home alone for lengthy periods of time. No longer did he have you to keep him company or monitor his sleeping or eating habits. Even his viewers had noticed his unhealthy lifestyle and urged him to take better care of himself, but it wasn’t the same. So, without anyone there to stop him, he would fall into ruin- because then, when he was exhausted or kept occupied by the newest trending game title- he wouldn’t be thinking about all that he was missing. 

Neither of them had spoken- or even checked up on you since that day, those  few years ago. You had blocked them on everything, made your accounts private, changed your phone number, and asked your mutual friends to not share anything about you with them. It hurt- because how can you so easily shut out the people you love- but after much thought and consideration, they realize you had to be hurting twice as bad as they did. Unlike them, you had the time to simmer in your pain, hurt, and longing, while they remained oblivious. 

Ignorance was bliss.

The two of them left Bokuto’s party early that night, Kuroo said something about an emergency Skype meeting in the morning as an excuse. In actuality they found themselves driving to one of your favorite restaurants- they hadn’t stepped a foot inside the establishment since the last time they ate here with you. But- as it was for many things apparently- tonight seemed to be one all about stepping out of their comfort zones. 

“What are you getting?” Kuroo tried to act casual, but Kenma had known him much too long to fall for his act. 

“I think I’ll get (f/f).” 

Kuroo nodded. “I think I will too.” Neither of them particularly liked (f/f), but it had been your go to order. Maybe by being here and eating the familiar dish, they could pretend that they were simply on a date as a triad- and you were running late- instead of dealing with the reality that they were a couple now and not a throuple. 

Their food arrives and they dig in, eating slowly, eyes shutting occasionally, it seems like they’re merely savoring the flavor- when in reality they’re trying to picture you dining with them. No words are exchanged between the two- they’re together yes, but it’s somehow a lonely occasion all the same. 

If you were here, the table would be filled with easy conversation- you were always so neutral when you spoke, teasing when you felt particularly daring (they realize now that this was such a rarity because you were hesitant about starting an altercation- which no one should have to be afraid of in any relationship). Kenma would let himself loosen up and exchange snarky words with Kuroo, who quipped back savagely, and you would watch them- laughter spilling from your lips. Too bad they didn’t try harder to include you in the conversation- not that they intentionally alienated you- just that they were enjoying themselves too much to bat an eye in your direction. 

Yeah, it was better for you that you weren’t here. That was a fact they still had trouble stomaching. 

They hear the restaurant’s door opening in the background, but don’t care enough to look who entered. It doesn’t matter to either of the two that it’s late at night and logically there shouldn’t be anyone else here but them. Their imagined scenario is much more appealing than real life. 

“Put me down Tsutomu!” A male scolds from the lobby area, despite their best efforts, they’re unable to block the newcomers voices out. 

Another male laughs in response. “Calm down Kenji, I got you!” 

“Hahah! Why are you so red Kenji-” Someone else adds, this person’s voice is familiar. Kenma and Tetsuro freeze at the sound. It’s kind of weird how they recognize it- despite having slowly forgotten what it sounded like over the course of passing time. You know how each time you recall a memory it actually ends up altering it a little? That’s how it was with your voice. Eventually their recollection of it was changed to the point that they couldn’t quite remember how exactly your laughter sounded, or even how your pitch changed with various moods. 

Their ears were filled with you- wonderful, gorgeous, breathtaking you- the one who cared too much and pushed aside prioritizing yourself until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. The Y/n that they still, could never seem to love enough- even now. But it was dissimilar all the same, since you sounded so happy, so content- what was weird was that they didn’t even need to see your face to confirm it. 

Neither of them dare to look in your direction, afraid that you’d disappear right before their eyes. It isn’t until they see your approaching figure in their peripheral that they glance over. 

You’re positively glowing. It feels like you’re an entire galaxy- so far and out of reach- and they’re merely stargazers. They’re stuck on Earth, forever fated to watch and appreciate your splendor from an impossibly wide distance.

The purple-nearly black haired man that accompanies you pulls your chair out, gesturing to your seat with exaggerated motions. You laugh, sitting down in the most graceful manner possible and let him push your seat in. He places a kiss to your temple before going to pull out a chair for the other brown haired male- whose cheeks are still tinted red. 

The three of you order appetizers and speak about many things- Kuroo can overhear ‘volleyball’ and ‘hospital’ mentioned somewhere in the mix. The two men- your apparent lovers- don’t even have to make an effort to include you in their conversation, it’s like second nature for them, just as it should have been for him and Kenma. They listen intently as you ramble on about whatever, the shorter brown haired one adding his two cents in occasionally, while the taller male questions or presses you for more details. 

“Kuroo I’m not hungry anymore.” Kenma says, and only now does Tetsuro notice how upset his fiance is. Normally the half blonde is composed and neutral, but right now his face is scrunched up like he smelt something sour. The feeling is mutual. He isn’t happy with the situation either. 

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“No, let’s stay a little longer.” 

So they stay, silently watching as you make lively conversation with your lovers. Observing as you polish off your plates and finish dessert, they’re still seated when the throuple pays the bill and walks out the exit. Eventually the elderly owner comes out and asks them if they want to order anything else- a polite way of letting them know that they’ve overstayed their welcome. 

They tell her no, pay their own bill, and head back to their car. They sit there in the parking lot a little longer.

“Hey Kenma.” Kuroo murmurs, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Do you think we could have made it work?” It’s a question that they’ve never actually voiced out loud- not even once- in the years since the breakup.

“Why do you ask? You already know the answer.” Is what he receives in response. Kenma’s right, he did know.

“I... guess I needed to hear it.” He says lamely.

He turns the key and starts the ignition. They drive back to their hotel in silence. 

They made their beds a long time ago. So it’s only right that they lie in it- even if the bedsheets are uncomfy and the blanket threatens to suffocate them.

Kenma regrets wondering about how you were doing now. At least before tonight he was able to take comfort in the fact that you still might be in love with them.

The old idiom was right. Curiosity killed the cat. And he certainly felt like he was dying.

A/N: Believe it or not the inspo behind this was the song Good Stuff by Griff. I really liked the whole idea of Kuroken x reader ending on semi good terms. The difference between how their emotions for the reader portrayed here vs IwaOi is an example of this. Unlike IwaOi, Kuroken is able to identify their emotions when given time and space, they’re not necessarily prideful and can acknowledge that despite being broken up with, they’re still the ones who were left with “the good stuff.”

They miss you sure, but they know it’s unfair to want you to come back to them when they’ll never be able to love you as they should. So they don’t even bother wishing or seeking you out. Of course, they do their best to maintain some semblance of a connection to you (like why they look for you in crowded rooms and eat your favorite food), but they’re fine with remaining curious. Of course no one can remain willfully ignorant forever though.

#answered.requests #haikyuu poly au #kuroo x reader x kenma #kuroken x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #shirabu x y/n #shirabu x reader #shirabu kenjiro x reader #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #shiragoshi x reader #shirabu x reader x goshiki

[echo-hiraeth]

Chapter 12: The Daughter

Part of the “Ilicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Having met Lorraine, the reader is quite startled, will the Texas retreat turn out disastrous?

Warnings: swearing, angst, vomiting, pregnancy symptoms

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Javier cringed a bit noticing the shock in your eyes, one that you managed to play-off very gracefully. “Oh we-we’re not married”, you chuckled, shaking the husband’s hand next.

“Gotcha, alright. Well, let me go put the dessert in the freezer and we can catch up”, she chirped, carrying her freezer bag into the garage.

Chucho picked up on the change of atmosphere and ushered his son-in-law into the living room, giving the two of you some much-needed space. Javier took a deep breath.

“Did you know they were coming?”, you asked quietly, setting a timer for the oven.

He closed the kitchen door, turning around to face you. “Yes, but I didn’t want to stress you out.”

“Javi, you promised me no more surprises”, you chided, covering your face with your hands. “You need to tell me these kind of things! We just talked about this!”

“Querida, please. I wasn’t even sure if she’d still show and I didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress”, he reasoned.

“I’m aware, but even then, these are things you just tell me! I don’t care if she’s here or not, but I would’ve liked to know beforehand! It’s kind of awkward having to just suddenly stand in front of your ex-fiancée”, you explained, washing and drying your hands.

“I wanted to tell you but – but I just couldn’t figure out how, or when, it just never seemed like the right time.”

You took some steps towards him, threading your fingers with his. “I’m happy to know you tried, but next time, try to bring it up okay. I-I didn’t mean to go off as much as I did I’m just so fucking stressed.”

“But why, pop adores you! The hardest part is over with”, he tried to soothe you, squeezing your hand in his.

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head. “She’s so beautiful Javier, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I guess I’m jealous.”

He threw you a confused glance, stuttering a bit as he tried to fathom what you had just said. “You’re joking? Corazón, Lorraine and I are ancient history, there’s nothing there. I’m here with you, because I want you to meet my father. Lorraine’s just a family friend, nothing more, I promise you.”

“Shit Javi, sorry I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Hey, it’s okay, I understand”, he comforted you, wrapping his arms around you. “Take a deep breath okay, I love you.”

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hugging him a bit tighter. “I love you too, Javi. Thank you for bringing me here.”

He leaned into your touch, tilting your chin up to kiss you. It was a moment for him to convey just how much he adored you and just how sorry he was, lips moving against yours in an easy, soft rhythm. You pulled away with a muted sigh, looking into his eyes as you stepped back.

“You should check up on your dad, I’ll finish up in here”, you suggested, turning your attention back to the side dishes. “We can talk about it later.”

He gave a nod, more a formality than anything else and disappeared behind the wooden door. You drew in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the counter as you tried to comprehend everything that happened within that ten minute window.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on y’all, but I didn’t want to barge in mid conversation”, her voice sounded from behind you.

You jumped a bit, not exactly expecting for your boyfriend’s ex to sneak up on you like that. “I-it’s okay really”, you reassured her, covering the corn in tin foil.

“I can tell he hasn’t changed much”, she started, “He never was much of a talker.”

“He talks to me, it’s just not always as easy for him as it is for us”, you retorted, packing the other bowls in the fridge. “It’s a matter of mutual respect and understanding.”

She rested her hip against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her. “Well, respect is earned.”

You mentally knocked yourself on the head, not wanting to deal with this or spend a whole weekend biting back catty and snarky replies. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to-“

“How far along are you?”, she interrupted, nodding towards your stomach.

You reflexive hand on your bump, feeling a bit uneasy. “Excuse me, w-what?”

“Oh come on, you’re not fooling anyone with the oversized shirt, I have two sisters with kids”, she explained, coming closer.

“W-we really-“, you started once again.

“Oh was it unexpected?”, she questioned, making somewhat of a face.

You set the last dishes in the sink, intent on getting out of this conversation. “Javier asked me to help in there, so, I’ll see you at the table.”

It was a poor excuse, but one that worked nonetheless. You hurried your way out of there, re-joining the three men in the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to Javier. He rested his arm on the cushion behind you, encouraging you to sit closer. He noticed you’d gone somewhat pale but didn’t decide to pursue his train of thought, instead listening to the other two go on about some truck repairs.

Lorraine joined a few minutes later, smiling at the two of you before sitting down next to her husband. “So, how’s Columbia been?”, she asked, not specifically looking at either of you.

“Closing in on Escobar and the cartel, but the situation is stable as of right now. Had some close calls but we mostly manage to come out on top”, Javier answered, looking at you during the second part.

The three of them looked at you now, and you answered the question before any of them could ask it. “I work at the embassy as well, DEA, same division and office.”

“But you’re quitting, right?”, Lorraine pressed, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“Depends, but for now I have no intention of resigning.”

That seemed to set the husband off a bit, who leaned forward more, actively engaging in the ongoing conversation. “That’s kind of irresponsible, don’t you think? Exposing yourself and your child to all that corruption, drug use and violence.”

You noticed the way Javier’s jaw tightened, his fingers balled up into a fist. “We’re not just throwing her out there. There’s barely any field work to do now and she’s not putting herself at risk.”

You laid a hand on his thigh, hoping to calm him even just the tiniest bit. “I stick to mainly office jobs now, but if I do go out I have Javier and my other partner right alongside me.”

Chucho shot you a wink, assuring you that you were doing great. “She can handle herself just fine out there, pregnant or not. One of the best damn agents we have out there”, Javier continued, now wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Does the embassy know about you two then?” You both nodded. “Sounds like one heck of a complicated mess to me”, Lorraine chuckled.

“If anything, I think she’s keeping him sane down there”, Chucho intervened. “They can’t have much of an objection to that, she’s saving them heaps of therapy bills.”

You and Javier both softly laughed at that, lacing your fingers with one another. “It’s nice to have someone down there. If I didn’t have him to come home to every night I wouldn’t know how I’d survive down there”, you confessed.

The hearts in his eyes were nearly visible as he just plainly admired you. He drank in your praising words as he tried his best not to show just how flustered he was. Chucho knew his son better than that, grinning at the two of you as he raised his glass. “Bueno, bienvenida a la familia, mi hija.” (Well, welcome to the family my girl/daughter.)

You blushed a bit at Chucho’s words, staring down at your lap as you tried to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. Javier pecked your cheek, muttering something about appetizers. You sat next to him at the table as well, right in front of Lorraine as Chucho seated himself at the head of the table. The atmosphere seemed to have finally turned around and there was some light-hearted conversation going on, with an occasional burst of laughter.

The rest of the evening went by just as smoothly, the only hiccup when you and Lorraine were alone in the kitchen, plating the turkey and getting the heated dishes out of the oven or off the stove.

“I’m sorry for being nasty earlier tonight, I just want the best for Javier”, she explained, shrugging off her oven mittens. “He’s a very complicated man, but it seems like you’ve got him figured out.”

“Thank you for apologizing, I’d hate for us to not get along”, you smiled, grabbing a hold of a kitchen towel. “And I’m sorry Javi was such a prick to you back in the day.”

She chuckled. “It’s all good, I’m very happy with my husband, we just haven’t been blessed with kids yet.”

“Well, when you least expect it, it might just happen”, you joked, softly stroking your own bump.

“I can tell he really cares about you, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.”

You both laughed at that. “How do you think I felt when I saw you walk in? Such a gorgeous Texan woman, tough competition.”

“Now, now, don’t be silly. You’re much more his type! Adventurous, sexy, witty, tough, independent.. you could teach me a lesson or two”, she replied, handing you a pair of mittens yourself.

“Whatever the case, I need some dinner first – I’m starving.”

The table was covered in little plates and bowls, the smell of turkey and gravy lingering in the dining room as you joined the others there. You sat down once again, practically drooling as you looked over the absolute feast in front of you. Chucho started off with a little speech, expressing how grateful he was to have you all there and how happy he was to have a new addition to the family. There wasn’t much talk during dinner, all of you eager to just dig in and have at it. Javier had an amused look on his face as he watched you go for a third serving of that creamy mash, giving you an extra big scoop as you pouted at him. By the end of your main course, your bump had nearly doubled in size, your oversized shirt more regular sized that intended. Javier was right there with you, leant back in his chair with his belt unbuckled.

Lorraine’s husband, David, was already up and carrying dishes into the kitchen and when you go up to do the same, you felt a gentle hand on your arm. Chucho was sweetly smiling at you. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit, you’ve been on your feet for way too long.”

Javier went to stand as well, grabbing a hold of both your plates until his father cleared his throat once more. “Go join your girl, we’ll take care of it.”

You really tried, but protests didn’t get you very far in this house. So you eventually ended up on the couch, curled up in Javier’s side, a soft quilt covering your legs. He slowly but surely started laying down more flat, subtly taking you with him, until eventually you both fell asleep on the couch. He had his arms wrapped around your back, his cheek resting against your head as your nose was nuzzled into the collar of his shirt.

Lorraine and David were headed out for a walk, leaving only Chucho. Upon finding the two of you, he grabbed a second quilt, snatching the camera off the dresser to snap a picture of the both of you. It all felt very surreal to him, his son coming back from Columbia a better version of himself, but as he saw the two of you laid there, a pure depiction of intimacy and care, he sure as hell believed it. His boy was in love and worse than he probably realised himself.

You woke up to the screen door falling shut, successfully jolting you awake. This sudden motion in turn caused Javier to wake up as well, immediately putting his hands on you. You quickly reassured him, giggling a little as he fixed your dishevelled hair. The sun was setting by now, an orange hue filtering in through the drawn curtains.

Dessert was filled with more small-talk, Javier eventually zoning out, not being the overly social type. You put a hand on his thigh under the table, sending an encouraging smile his way, reminding him that it was almost over. But when David suggested some more drinks on the couch, you could tell your boyfriend was getting annoyed. Deciding to be a good girlfriend, you stepped in.

As you went to stand you let out a purposely loud wince and hissed a breath. All eyes were on you, entirely according to plan. Even Javier thought you were serious, immediately holding out a hand to steady you.

“Querida?”, he asked.

“I’m okay Javi – just my back”, you lied, placing a hand there yourself.

Chucho put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Hijo, debes cuidar a tu esposa.” (Son, you should go take care of your wife.)

“Oh no – I don’t want to cut things short”, you continued, bracing your other hand on the table.

Lorraine moved to stand on your other side, grabbing a hold of your arm. “Nonsense, let’s get you to bed. Javier can help you up and I’ll get you a heating pad”, she tutted, guiding you into his arms.

You apologized another couple of times before Chucho ushered you upstairs as well, insisting you needed some rest. Halfway up the stairs, hidden from view, Javier let go of you letting you walk the rest of the way by yourself. Once inside the room, with the door shut, he pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips with yours for a saccharine kiss.

“Thank you”, he muttered, stepping away from you as he heard some steps down the hall.

Lorraine knocked before entering, handing Javier the heating pad. “We’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

As the door shut again, he threw it right at you, sighing as he rested his head against the door. “I made the right decision at that altar. She doesn’t shut up, does she?”

You threw the pad right back, shaking your head as he caught it. “Manners, Peña.”

 The next morning you were hit with karma, hard karma. You were just in time, registering the familiar nausea and biting acidic feeling in the back of your throat and flailing the covers off of your body, rushing into the bathroom. You fell to your knees, so hard they’d be bruised, bracing yourself on the porcelain as you emptied out your guts. Your morning sickness was still around, but it wasn’t a daily reoccurrence anymore. But this very morning, it hit your hard, your back arching with the intensity of it all, legs shaking.

With the door wide open, Javier woke as well, hearing you wretch and hurl in the other room. He decided to give you some space, knowing you didn’t enjoy him seeing you like that. But when after ten minutes, it still wasn’t over and you were still heaving every thirty seconds, he decided the head downstairs.

He was greeted by his father, who sat at the kitchen table in a flannel, reading a newspaper. “Hoy te has levantado pronto. Something wrong?” (Well, you’re up early.)

“You have any mint tea or something?”, he asked, frantically flipping through the cabinets, “Usually helps her out.”

“Throwing up?”, Chucho questioned, folding his paper in half. “Go take care of her, I’ll bring something up.”

Javier just nodded, quickly grabbing a glass from the cupboard before sprinting up the steps again. He found you completely out of breath, head leaned on your forearms as your chest heaved up and down. He knelt down beside you, gently helping you into his arms, letting you lean back against him.

“Take a deep breath, I’m right here, corazón”, he shushed, wiping your forehead and mouth with the little hand towel.

You pushed his arms aside, sitting back up as you felt another wave of nausea hit you. He closed his eyes, annoyed there wasn’t more for him to do or help you. He fished a hair tie out of your make-up bag, tying your hair back before stroking up and down your back. It hadn’t been this bad since that day of the raid and he bit his lip as he tried to keep his worries to a minimum.

There was a knock at the door and Javier left your side only to see his father standing there, with a tray of stuff. “Have her drink those and eat that, she should be okay then.”

Without any more words he handed the tray over to his son, patting his shoulder before taking his leave again. Once back in the bathroom he noticed you were sat back against the wall, wiping your mouth down with the towel once again. He handed you one of the glasses and you tipped it back, scrunching up your nose at the sour taste. Javier encouraged you to keep going, handing you to second glass before also handing you the stack of saltines.

Once you managed to get all of that down, you took a deep breath, resting your cheek against the cold tiles on the wall. “This baby better be the cutest one ever.”

“How’re you feeling?”, he asked, kneeling down in front of you.

“I don’t know what was in those horrendous drinks, but it sure did something”, you chuckled, letting him pull you to your feet. Once up you reached for your toothbrush, eager to get the weird mixture of flavours out of your mouth.

He wrapped his arms around you again, sighing into your hair. “You’re shaking, querida. Get back in bed.”

“I’m fine Javi, just let me put on some clothes and we can get some breakfast”, you explained, turning around to face him.

He carefully knocked his forehead against yours. “Okay.. but if you so much as feel dizzy you’re laying the fuck down.”

There was something sweet about how protective Javier got at that times. It had started even before the two of you got in a bed together, within the first weeks of you working with the two of them. Whether it was giving you the newest and best vest or going into raids in front of you, he always made sure he had you covered. It didn’t stop there, that side of Javier started to come up more and more, whether it was defending you from patronizing glances and comments at the office or sex-crazed sicarios at the bar, he was always there. And now, as you were walking down the staircase of his childhood home, nearly three months pregnant, he was there as well. His broad palm engulfed yours as he guided you down the steps, telling you to watch out for the carpet on the last four of them.

Chucho was stood in the kitchen, bent over the stove stirring in a pan. He gave you a smile and a wink as you took a seat at the kitchen table, Javier disappearing into the garage.

“Feeling better?”, he asked with an amused tone.

You crossed your legs, skimming over the headlines on the front page of the newspaper. “Loads. How’d you know what to do?”

He set a plate of breakfast down in front of you and himself, sitting next to you. “My wife.. she had really bad morning sickness when she was pregnant with Javier. Doctor gave us a whole list of home remedies to try. It’s the sour foods you need.”

You listened intently, surprised by his knowledge and experience with pregnancy as a whole. “It worked like a charm, tasted putrid but did the job.”

“Remind me to write it down for you, got something to counter the swelling as well”, he told you, swinging his fork as he spoke.

Before you could thank him Javier walked back in with a bottle of milk. Filling a plate for himself before taking a seat across from you, next to his father. “Fence looks pretty banged up, had a storm recently?”, he asked, shoving a forkful of bacon and eggs in his mouth.

“Earlier this week, meant to fix it before you came but didn’t have time.”

“Oh”, you chimed in, “we could give you a hand, I mean we’re here anyways, might as well help out.”

Chucho put a hand over yours. “Hija, you helped enough with dinner yesterday, take the day off.”

Javier cut you off before you could even so much as begin to protest, talking to his dad himself. “She’s right pop, we’ve fixed it before, no reason we can’t do it again. Weather’s nice enough today.”

 It was uncharacteristically warm today, the beaming sun making it feel like a nice late summer day. You were sat up against a tree, comfortably watching from a distance as the two men worked on some replacements for the fence. Being the stubborn woman that you are, you’d insisted that you could at least do something, so Chucho shut you up by giving you some of his work shirts. They all needed some repairs, just simple patchwork and some sewing, nothing you couldn’t handle.

They worked on the fence all day, so you offered to make some dinner, using some of the Thanksgiving leftovers. By the time you were done cooking and heating everything up it was about six and the two men still weren’t back. So you went out again, making your way over to the edge of the fence, by the water. You were greeted by your boyfriend, aviators perched on his nose. His shirt had some sweat stains by now, strands of his dark hair plastered against his glimmering forehead.

“Dinner’s ready, you two can finish up tomorrow”, you suggested, leaning up against the good part of the fence. “I set the outside table, so the floors won’t get too dirty.”

To say Chucho was happy to have you here would’ve been an understatement. It hadn’t even been forty-eight hours, but the man was no fool. It was almost magical, the way you could just conjure up a day filled with smiles and joyful banter, it had been too long since that was the case. He’d been somewhat anxious to hear his son had put himself out there again, fearing another Lorraine might be the case, but seeing the way you took care of one another, the old man recognized a fairy-tale when he saw one.

The next day you managed to sleep in, being woken up by the dipping of the mattress. When you opened your eyes you were met with a sweaty Javier and a tray of food. He muttered something about eating lunch in bed before heading for the shower. You just laid back, slowly waking up more as he rinsed the sweat and dirt off of his golden skin, remerging in a flannel and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me up”, you asked, sitting up against the headboard before glancing over the tray.

He sat down next to you, moving the tray as he did. “You needed the rest and we needed to finish the work on the fence. Didn’t think you’d sleep in past lunch though.”

“Javier Peña are you insinuating that I’m lazy?”, you giggled, grabbing the sandwich off the plate.

“I’m insinuating that you’re working too much”, he started, pushing you back into the pillows, “and that you need to take it easy.”

He grabbed a sandwich himself, laying back next to you, wrapping one of his arms around you. “How’s your dad?”

“Pop’s fine, out for the rest of the day”, he sighed, “Which means that I have all day to spend with you. Wherever and however we want.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “We have time for that tomorrow, when we’re home. Let’s soak up some more of the town before we leave instead.”

The two finished lunch together, got dressed and headed out. It was another warm afternoon, a pleasant breeze hitting the apples of your cheeks as the two of you strolled along the local shops. You looked so much like a couple in that instant, his arm slung across your shoulders, fingers fumbling with the strap of your purse. The two of you were talking and laughing about something work-related, his adorable dimple on full display as he smiled at you. He noticed you squinting, eyes struggling to stay open against the sun, so he grabbed the aviators out of his breast-pocket, gently placing them on the bridge of your nose, along with a kiss.

You were blushing like a teenager. Cheeks rosy with adoration and giddiness as you enjoyed the quality time with your boyfriend. The two of you would spend Christmas down in Bogotá, so you figured some early Christmas shopping was in order. Connie and you had a tradition of giving each other the essentials, good wine, some nice candles and soap and something blingy. Hence why you were stood in front of a jeweller, gazing in the window. Javier stood behind you, looking over your left shoulder with both hands resting on your hips.

“See something you like?”, he asked, lips ghosting over your ear.

You bit your lip, looking over the shiny bracelets and necklaces. “Do you think she’d like one of those engraved name bracelets for Liv?”

“What? I thought you were picking something out for yourself”, he chuckled in confusion.

You spun around, bracing your hands on his chest. “And what exactly would I need?”

“A ring maybe? I-I don’t really know what your taste in jewellery is”, he stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Why would I want a ring, I barely wear any – oh OH”, you replied, suddenly realizing what he was getting at. “I – what?”

He immediately started shifting, his confidence seemingly leaving his body. “You know, if we’re gonna raise a kid together and be together, might as well tie the knot. It’ll save us a lot of questions and weird looks.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes staring straight at him through the tinted glasses. “That is just the worst way of doing this. But I really like the gemstone rings”, the last part was more of a whisper, your hand on the doorhandle as you walked into the shop.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head as he followed you. “So not big on diamonds, huh?”

“Putting down thousands of dollars for some broken glass? Now, I thought you knew me better than that, Peña”, you teased, peering over at the displays.

Some sales assistant soon greeted the two of you, flashing you a bright, teeth-baring grin. “Good afternoon, can I help you?”

“Hi, yes”, you replied, smiling as well, “I’m looking for a bracelet to engrave, something cute and simple, adjustable as well.”

And with that the two of you were off, leaving Javier to look at all the shiny displays and windows surrounding him. You never ceased to amaze him, mocking him for his impromptu “proposal”. He chuckled into his hand as he looked over the rings. The two of you would get your little moment, he was sure of it, but some grand, big gesture wasn’t exactly in the cards, though he supposed a nice ring would mean a lot on its own. He spotted a thing band with three stones, a bigger one surrounded by two smaller ones. The middle stone had somewhat of a darker, deep purple/pink to it, a colour he found himself deeply attracted to. It had character yet subtlety, refinement yet something robust. It stood out but not because of the size or design, it stood out because it embodied you.

A second sales assistant was helping him now and he discreetly pointed over at you, asking the employee if they could estimate your ring size from here. There was a bit of laughter, but ultimately Javier walked out with a tiny box, lucky enough to have a suitable size in stock. You’d slipped the employee your actual size while Javi thought he was being slick.

The rest of the afternoon you were on the lookout for something for Steve and Javi. But soon you decided to stop at a little café, needing to be of your aching feet for a while. You sat in a booth alongside Javier, thigh to thigh with his arms around your waist. You shared a slice of cake with him, talking about a shop you’d seen in passing. A few shopping bags sat among you, mainly presents and necessities, seeing how the market for maternity clothing and necessities wasn’t as varied as the one here in Laredo.

By the time the two of you got back to the ranch it was already dark. You walked in through the backdoor, Javier’s jacket wrapped around you as it cooled off a lot more outside. Chucho was sat at the kitchen table, oiling up some of his tools.

“Have a nice day?”, he asked with a half-sided smile.

You plopped down in the seat across from him, letting out a deep breath. “I never knew Laredo was so fun.”

“Well, feel free to visit more often, especially if you need help with that little one”, the old man pointed out, gesturing to your bump.

“Trust me, I’ll drag Javi here myself if need be”, you whispered, raising your eyebrows in the direction of your boyfriend. “Let me write down the address for you as well, just in case.”

 Later that night, when Javier was already fast asleep you snuck back downstairs. You were still hungry, the whole “eating for two” thing clearly no understatement. When you were in the living room you noticed the light in the kitchen was still on. You carefully approached the door, relaxing when you saw it was just Javier’s father.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt”, you softly spoke, bracing your hands on the doorframe.

He shut the tiny television off, beckoning for you to have a seat. “You’re not, hija. Why are you still up?”

You swiped a strand of hair behind your ear, stopping a yawn from slipping out. “Was feeling hungry, baby is like a bottomless pit.”

The two of you quietly laughed at that, Chucho gesturing towards the fridge. “By all means.. Unless you want me to make you something?”

“Oh no, no, you’ve done so much already, Sir, some bread will do”, you assured him, grabbing the bread from the cupboard.

“Call me Pop, sweetheart, we’re a family now”, he reminded you, getting up to get you some cheese and ham. “You need the fats, they’ll keep the cravings away for a while.”

You gratefully took his advice, shoving a first bite into your mouth. “I’m sorry Javier’s been so distant, he gets caught up in his own head down there.”

“I’m glad he came, it’s been years”, he put a hand on your cheek, making you look right at him. “Thank you for giving me back my boy.”

Whatever you expected it wasn’t that. You put the sandwich on the counter, wrapping your arms around the man, trying to keep yourself from crying. “Thank you for giving me a family.”

 Leaving that Sunday morning was harder than you’d expected. Chucho couldn’t resist as he stocked your bag up with some home goodies, stressing once again that you should call more often. There were no tears, only genuine smiles and warm hugs as he dropped you off at the airport. The flight back was easy and nice, giving the two of you the opportunity to rest some more. Your drive back to the apartment was prolonged by the afternoon traffic, successfully annoying your partner.

“Do you want to come tomorrow night?”, you asked, trying to distract him from the person cutting him off.

“What’s tomorrow?”, the hand on your thigh moved to the stick, putting it in neutral as the car stopped yet again.

“I have my twelve week check-up, for the baby”, you clarified, sprawling a hand over your lower gut.

He grabbed a hold of your hand, gently pressing his lips to your knuckles. “Of course, querida, I’d love to go.”

You’d noticed his eagerness as soon as you set foot off that airplane, his hands seemingly both everywhere and nowhere at once. Sure the two of you weren’t teenagers anymore, but four days without any actions was even starting to get to you. His hand on your knee was enough to send that familiar electricity coursing through your veins. He was right there with you, the shirt you were wearing oversized to a point where the neckline slid down just enough to show off the top of your breasts. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried back in Texas, it was that you’d slapped his wrist away as soon as he did so.

He cursed the Columbian traffic, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he tried to control the aching need to lose himself within you. Even just the sight of you, comfortably resting your head against the window was enticing. Once of the main road, it went a bit faster, his foot pressing down on the pedal a bit harder on the last street. He parked the car in one motion, not bothering to check if he was in between the lines. You got out of the passenger side, walking back to the trunk to get your bags, but Javier grabbed your hand before you could. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know: get to the apartment now.

The door closed as he pushed you up against it, pressing needy open-mouthed kisses to the crook of your neck while his hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. You briefly pushed him off, ripping your own shirt off before unclasping your bra behind your back. He let out a low groan at the sight of it, letting his own shirt drop to the floor as he surged forwards, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands found themselves on your breasts, squeezing the tender flesh as he pressed his groin into your hip.

“I fucking need you, baby”, he growled, literally sweeping you off your feet.

You let out a squeal, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. “You seriously need to stop doing that! There’s a reason your back always hurts!”

“And I’m sure you’ll take care of it later”, he chuckled, setting you down in front of the bed.

He pushed you onto the mattress, immediately following suit, kissing up every inch of your body, paying special attention to your bump. “Oh don’t tease now”, you whined, sitting up to drag his face over to yours. “Fuck me, Javi.”

“Don’t you blow your back out now.”

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Trip

Genre: Drama, Angst, Humor, Crack, NSFW

Reader x Keigo x Bakugo x Shoto x Shinsou Poly

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

WAGYU NIGHTMARE

“This is a pretty fancy place boss!” Toga, muttered tugging her sweater over her holey jeans. “Stop worrying doofus, we’re only here to try the Wagyu beef, apparently it’s the super good shit.” Y/N muttered, practically salivating at the mouth. 

In the restaurant a man with deep purple hair in a man bun sat tapping his fingers against the table cloth. He had gotten his undercut lined up and had worn a nice white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms showing off the intricate linework and the shirt itself stretched snuggly across his body; almost as if it would snap at any sudden movement. The man himself caught the attention of every woman and every gay man that passed him by. He had checked his watch again, and huffed a sigh when he realized Nejire was going to be late yet again. 

As Y/N and Toga made their way to the table, a blue haired woman rushed passed the two of them, all dressed-up. Toga scrunched her nose in disgust, as Y/N simply shook her head. “I know this is a fancy place, but the get up might be a bit much.” Y/N whispered to Toga as they sat down. “She’s a city girl, they always dress like their famous; when in reality they look ridiculous” Toga mumbled as the waiter made his way over. “You’re talking about wannabe barbie right?” the waiter asked pouring their waters. “I’m Aoyama by the way and I’ll be your server this afternoon; she’s here with this sinfully hot man covered in tattoos” he gushed nodding towards their table that was in perfect sight of the couple. Y/N flicked her eyes up and choked on her spit at the sight of the purple man. “Okay Aoyama, what the actual fuck is in the water here?! That’s the fourth sexy man I’ve seen in the course of the last couple of months I’ve been coming back and forth.” Y/N seethed, slamming the menu shot. “There’s no chance all Tokyo men are that hot!” 

The blonde man snorted a chuckle, “Sweetie they’re not. Men like him are the exception to the rule.” he mumbled as the trio watched the blue haired woman talking. “What do you think they’re talking about?” Toga murmured pointing towards the appetizer she wanted. “I dunno sweetie, but you bet your ass I’m gonna find out.” Aoyama declared waving down his floor manager. 10 minutes later found Aoyama serving Shinsou and Nejire who were in a deep discussion about Nejire’s plans for Shinsou. Y/N, Toga, and the floor manager were sitting together idly pretending like they weren’t invested in the drama. “Shinsou, seriously; you can’t just sit in that dingy shop forever.” Nejire huffed out as she perused the menu. “Do you have anything, with no fat, no carbs, no sugars?” she asked looking up at Aoyama. “Yeah, that’s called water sweetie and that’s free.” he answered flashing a grin in her direction. “It’s not a dingy shop jire, on top of that; I don’t have any plans of starting my own.” Shinsou answered still perusing the menu. “Why can’t you just be happy for me? That I’m doing what I enjoy?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers. Nejire reached her hand across the table to stroke his and she smiled softly. “I am happy for you babe, but I’m just thinking about our future. I want to be the wife of the boss; not someone’s underling.” At the sound of the word wife, Shinsou huffed out a snort. “Nejire, I’m not looking for a wife and we’ve only been together for a year.” he declared shutting the menu, and telling Aoyama his order. As the blonde man wrote everything down, his body shook with excitement.

Pushing the order towards the kitchen, Aoyama booked it to Y/N’s table. Toga slid over and made room for the man, hands clutched together in anticipation. “So get this shit, he’s a tattoo artist and he absolutely loves his job!” Aoyama started, gushing at the thought of the purple haired mans face of concentration. “So this bitch, wants him to leave the shop he’s at and start his own!” Toga, and the floor manager gasped for effect while Y/N just shook her head. “What a bitch, telling him to move on. It’s so hard to find good people you mesh with.” she mumbled biting down on a piece of fried cheese. “It gets better!” Aoyama giggled clapping his hands excitedly. “She said she just wanted to be the wife of the boss not the worker; and mans just looked at her like she was stupid!” Aoyama screeched, as Toga and the floor manager cackled. “He said...He said he wasn’t going to marry her since they’ve only...been together for a year....and she got the ugliest scowl on her face!” Aoyama declared between laughs. By this point the entire table was laughing, when they looked to see Nejire standing in front of them. “You’re supposed to be working! And I changed my mind about my order.” she huffed out stomping her foot slightly. “Jire, he is working, and it’s kind of rude to just barge in on another person’s conversation.” Shinsou mumbled standing behind her. Toga didn’t know how she did it, but she praised Y/N on her ability to not even look at the big purple haired man standing in front of their table; because holy shit was he a big man. “Look, I’m a paying customer and I demand five star service!” Nejire screeched, stomping her foot. 

“This is a 5 star restaurant Tokyo Bimbo, I mean barbie; so go back to your seat and shut the fuck up.” Y/N mumbled smiling up at the blue haired woman. “If it’ll get you out of my face faster, order whatever you want. It’s on my; but right now I’m about to devour the fuck out of this Wagyu and I don’t need a snarky bitch like you ruining it for me!” Y/N huffed shooing the couple away from them. Before Nejire could say anything else, Shinsou had her behind him and already facing their table. “You don’t have to do that, I’m sorry for disrupting your meal.” he mumbled. Y/N simple waved her hand towards him; motioning for him to bed down. As he leaned forward she shot her hand out and flicked the middle of his forehead. “ Don’t apologize for someone else’s stupidity; and if you’re happy where you are, fight to stay there.” she stated whispering the last part and shooting him a wink. Shinsou found himself smiling softly and nodding before turning and escorting himself and his girlfriend back towards their table. 

At the end of his meal he went to pay, when he was told that the woman he had spoken to earlier had already paid for his meal. Turning towards the table he was bummed to see that Y/N and Toga were already gone; the two of them having decided they’d get dessert elsewhere. They didn’t leave without setting aside a fat tip for Aoyama and a promise to be his regulars at least three times a week. But Shinsou left, a little disheartened that he couldn’t properly thank the stranger who not only paid for his meal; but gave him the small boost he needed to put his foot down about not opening his own shop. He loved working with his boys, and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

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Can you do 5 and kirishima? I think he would be such a man about it and feel so much pride to eat his girlfriend/crushes food.

You are so right, Kirishima would be so happy to eat anything his girlfriend would cook for him. 

↳ kirishima ejirou x reader → home-cooked meal

event: domestic prompt follower celebration  word count: 1,589 tags/warnings: domestic fluff, anniversary date a/n: this accidentally became the anniversary prompt as well and it’s longer than expected but kirishima deserves it tbh

You were okay at cooking, you knew how to do it but it was a bit overwhelming to prepare a whole meal. It was your six month anniversary with Kirishima and you wanted to do something special. Six months wasn’t long but you had fallen so quickly for the charming hero.

So that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen making a three-course meal and quite frankly you were in over your head. Kirishima loved steak so you decided to go with that for the main course with rice and his favorite vegetables on the side. For an appetizer, you were going to make tempura fried vegetables. And for dessert, you were making a triple chocolate cake. Kirishima loved chocolate so you knew he would love the recipe.

Kirishima would be over soon, you had set the table with candles and the nice dish sets you had gotten for tonight. You wanted everything to be perfect. The vegetables were cooking, the steak wouldn’t take long to cook, and the tempura was ready to fry in just a moment. You put the cake in the oven, by the time it was done you could throw the frosting on while Kirishima picked out a movie to watch.

A knock on the door signaled his arrival and you ran to the door excitedly. You pulled off your apron wanting to show off the nice outfit you picked out. Opening the door Kirishima stood there dressed nicely in a dark dress shirt with the top three buttons open that was tucked into dress pants. You stopped a moment to drool over how good he looked and it seemed he was doing the same.

“Babe~ You look beautiful in that.” He said before pulling you into a bear hug. Kirishima gave the best hugs there was no doubt about that.

“You’re looking quite handsome yourself.” You said returning the hug.

“I brought some flowers, I remember you mentioning they’re your favorite.” He said as he let go of you, holding out the vibrant flowers.

“Eji, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful!” You said taking them from his hands. “Let me get a vase.”

“The food smells amazing, babe.” He said following you into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Tempura veggies for an appetizer, steak and rice for dinner, and a surprise for dessert.” You told him as you grabbed the clear glass vase out of the cupboard before filling it with water.

“That sounds so good, I can’t wait to eat. Do you need any help?” He asked looking around the kitchen.

“No, I’m almost done with everything. Actually, if you could open this bottle of wine, the glasses are on the table.” You said grabbing the bottle and the opener before handing it over to him.

“Of course.” He said taking the bottle.

It didn’t take long for you to finish up everything and plate it. You brought out the appetizer first before returning to the kitchen to grab the main dishes. You sat down across from your boyfriend at the table.

“Everything looks so good, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said giving you that soft look that you loved so much from him.

“I could say the same.” You smiled at him and he returned it, a light blush on his cheeks.

“It tastes even better than it smells!” Kirishima exclaimed as he dug in, you smiled happy that he was enjoying to food. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the meal. You followed his actions and started eating.

After you finished up dinner you wanted to express how you felt, you knew you weren’t always the best at opening up but you needed Kirishima to know how much you cared about him.

“Eji I-”

“I wanted-”

You both spoke at the same time and stopped before bursting out in laughter.

“Sorry, you go ahead.” He said.

“No, you can go first.” You told him.

“No, I insist-”

This carried on far longer than necessary but eventually, you gave up, he thought it wasn’t manly for him to let you go after him. You knew he wouldn’t give up so you took a breath and prepared yourself to say what was on your mind.

“Ejirou, I really have enjoyed the past six months. I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a long time and it’s all because of you. I care about you so much and I need you to know how much that is. I know I don’t always say it out loud but I don’t want you to think that I’m not invested.” You tell him.

“Babe~ You may not always say it but it’s clear in your actions how much you care. But I appreciate you telling me, it makes me so happy. I feel the same way, I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. You make me so happy, no matter where I am or what I’m doing your all I can think about.” He said the blush on his cheeks made your heart flutter. That genuine smile that showed off his sharp teeth made your heart melt. You loved Ejirou Kirishima, you weren’t sure if you were ready to say it out loud much less to him but it was true.

Kirishima reached into his pocket pulling out a jewelry box, you would have been nervous if it wasn’t bigger than a ring box. He slid the box over the table towards you.

“I wanted to get you something special, to show you how much you mean to me. It’s probably kind of cheesy but I hope you like it.” He said, he sounded so nervous.

You opened the box to reveal a necklace, it was beautiful. On a delicate chain hung a small piece of metal that had the date of your first date together in roman numerals. It was simple but elegant. Something you could wear anytime or anywhere and it would be subtle enough.

“Eji, this is so sweet.” You said looking up at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

“Sweetie,” He said standing up, walking around the table to your side. He placed a hand on your cheek. “Just having you here with me tonight is enough. You made such an amazing meal for me that means so much to me.” He said.

Kirishima took the necklace from your hands, brushing your hair away from your neck he carefully put his arms around you so he could put the necklace on for you. His finger grazed the side of your neck sending a shiver through you as he secured the necklace. He brushed your hair back into place but not before placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“Thank you, Eji.” You said, turning your head looking up at him so you could make eye contact. You reached, placing your hand on the back of his neck so you could pull him down into a kiss. You hummed against his lips, content. You were getting lost in the contact with Kirishima until you caught a burning smell.

“Oh my god, the cake.” You exclaimed pulling back from him. You stood up running into the kitchen. It was smoky as you opened the oven pulling out the pan with an oven mitt. You coughed at the disgusting smell. “Oh no.” You said pitifully.

Kirishima followed behind you, turning on the fan in the kitchen as he entered.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I was making you a triple chocolate cake for dessert but I forgot to set the timer.” You said sadly looking at the burnt cake.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He said standing next to you looking at it. You gave him a questioning look. There was nothing salvageable from the cake. Kirishima grabbed a fork off the counter stabbing it into the cake. It gave a loud crunch. He grabbed a bite of on the utensil before putting it in your mouth.

“Ejirou!” You exclaimed, staring at him in shock.

“It’s delicious, babe.” He said through loud crunches. His delivery was flawless, he didn’t even flinch at the burnt taste.

“What’s wrong with you?” You said staring at him like he was crazy.

“I’m not going to let something you worked hard on go to waste.” He said moving the fork to get another bite.

“No, stop. You’re crazy.” You shouted grabbing his arm and stopping him from attempting to eat more of the cake. “You're going to make yourself sick.”

“For you, I don’t mind.” He said trying to push back against you, you knew he was holding back. If he wanted to he could easily move you.

“Eji,” You said in a soft voice. He was too perfect. “Please, don’t. You're going to make me sick if you keep eating it.”

“Well, we don’t want that now do we?” He said giving you a playful smile. “I guess I won’t eat more but only for your sake.”

“You’re something else, Eji.” You said moving your hand to run through the back of his hair, where it was less gelled. He smiled at you and you leaned up to kiss him. “Gross, you taste like burnt cake.” You said leaning back from the kiss.

“Sorry.” He said through his laughter at your disgusted face. “You’re just going to have to deal with it though.”

Kirishima leaned down to press another kiss against your lips. You supposed you could put up with it for the sake of your perfect boyfriend.

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 18

Word Count: 3,779

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: Well it’s finally time for their first date. It only took 18 parts to get there...haha! Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Reading

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You weren't sure why you were nervous about your date with Sid. It wasn't as if the two of you hadn't been practically living together for the last three weeks. Plus, you were literally spending the next two months together. But this just felt different. "What should I wear?" You asked Sid as he brought in the last suitcase from the car. You were already rummaging through one of yours looking for your makeup.

 "It doesn't matter, you always look nice, but I'm probably going to wear a suit but no tie." That fancy was your first immediate thought. Thank god you'd packed some dresses, per Sid's request, though you thought you'd need them more in Europe than in Cole Harbour.

 "Ok so dress it is then." You had the perfect one in mind for the warm summer night. Now you just needed to remember which suitcase it was in. Sid's master bedroom was starting to look like a tornado hit it as the two of you started unpacking things. "You sure we should be doing this tonight? Look at the mess we have."

 "Yes, tonight. I have everything planned."

 "Planned? I thought this was a spur of the moment thing?"

 "Well, I may have made a phone call or two while my mom had you occupied." Oh, he was sly; you filed this information away for later, for you hadn't really seen this side of Sid yet.

 "So where are we going?"

 "That's a surprise." You started hanging up things in the closet, trying to clean up some of the mess that you'd both made. "I'm going to grab a quick shower." He yelled and you were half tempted to ask if he wanted company, but then the two of you would never get ready.

 "Ok, I'm going to finish unpacking." By the time you heard the shower turn off, you had most of your things put away. "My turn," you told Sid, as you walked into the bathroom. He had a towel slung low on his hips and the sight of water dripping off him totally turned you on.

 "You should've just showered with me." He protested, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him, so he could drop kisses all over your body. "I could always go back in with you."

 "Sure, but then we aren't going out tonight and you know it."

 He frowned and released you. "True," he said and then swatted your ass. "You better get going then." You took a quick shower, then started to get ready beside Sid. It was way too distracting him just standing there wrapped only in a towel, so when your silk kimono robe you had on slipped open a bit, you didn't adjust it, just going about brushing your hair before grabbing the blow dryer. "Are you trying to tempt me?" He asked looking at you through the mirror.

 "I'm sorry, what? Can't hear you?" Of course, you could hear him, but you pretended not to over the blow dryer. You leaned to the side drying your hair, giving him a nice view of your breast and smirking at the same time.

 "Really (Y/N)?" He laughed knowing your game. "It's not going to work. I'm taking you out tonight, but when we get home…" He let the rest hang in the air before heading out of the bathroom, adjusting himself as he walked out which had you chuckling. It took you about forty-five minutes to finish getting ready, though you were definitely pleased with your reflection in the mirror. "Babe, are you almost ready?" Sid hollered up as you gave yourself one last glance to make sure your makeup was perfect.

 "On my way down." With one little squirt of perfume, you grabbed your bag and headed downstairs to meet Sid. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, in his favorite black suit, traditional white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, holding a long-stemmed red rose. The sight literally took your breath away. You'd seen him in the suit all the time, but this, this was completely different, because this time he was wearing it for you. You smiled at him as you descended the stairs.

 "Wow, you look absolutely amazing." He said as soon as your heel hit the last step. You'd chosen a white knee-length lace dress that was form fitting to your body. Your hair was curled in soft waves down your back and you'd kept your makeup fairly neutral with a pale pink lip.

 "Thank you. You look very handsome as well." His hand, the one not holding the rose, moved to your hip as he stepped closer to you so that he could press a kiss to your lips. It was a bit heated but also too short for your liking. "You know, I don't normally kiss on the first date." You said playfully.

 "Hmm, well I'll consider myself lucky then. This is for you." You accepted the rose that he handed over, bringing it to your nose to inhale its sweet fragrance. "And before you say it, no I did not just pull it out of the ones I already got you."

 You laughed, as the thought hadn't really crossed your mind until he mentioned it. "Well, you didn't need to get me anymore that's for sure. You're spoiling me."

 "That's the idea," and he gave you a wink before offering you his arm as the two of you headed to the car. The drive was beautiful and Sid pointed out different sights here and there, as well as places he wanted to take you during your time here. It was about twenty minutes later you were pulling into a parking lot by the dock. You looked over and there was a large boat or was it a ship? You weren't sure which was the proper term, but it was beautiful as lights outline its features showing it off.

 "Are we going on that?"

 "Yeah, hope that's ok?" Ok, it was more than ok. You could tell that he'd rented the whole thing out for just the two of you.

 "It's perfect, Sid." He came around and opened your door then led you down the dock to what you now considered had to be called a yacht. There was a small table set up for the two of you, that had a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the center. How he'd made all these plans in such a short amount of time you'd never know. Even though you couldn't ask for a better first date, you couldn't resist teasing Sid just a little. "So is now a good time to tell you I get seasick?" He looked physically ill as he looked over at you, and suddenly you felt bad, but you couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled up from inside you. "Just kidding."

 "Oh my god, you had me seriously worried there for a minute."

 "I'm sorry," you told him as you patted his chest, and he held your hand there for just a few seconds longer. "I had to do it."

 "You know I'll get you back."

 With your heels on you didn't have to far to reach up and press your lips to his. "Mmm, I'm sure you will." Just then a man, who you assumed to be the captain came out and greeted you. As you climbed aboard the vessel, Sid reluctantly released your hand so that the gentleman could help you board. There was a small crew and they all had wide eyes as they were introduced to Sidney. You could tell they all wanted to either ask for an autograph or photo, but didn't as they were working. They went to work right away getting the vessel ready to push off and head out. Sid took you to the bow of the boat as it slowly moved away from the dock. The sun was just starting its descent but it made for a beautiful picture as it reflected off the water. "Sid, I can't believe you did all this."

 "It was nothing."

 "Stop, you put a lot of time and thought into this and I really appreciate it. This has to be the most magical first date I've ever been on." A cute little blush rose to his cheek, as his arms wrapped around you and pulled your back against his chest as you watched the majestic scenery of Nova Scotia.

 "Well, hopefully, this will be the last first date for both of us." They may have been Sid's words but it was exactly what you were thinking. If you never had another first date in your life, this one would go down as perfect even though it had only just begun, but then it didn't matter what else happened the rest of the night, because this moment right here was everything.

 You shifted in his arms then, so that you were face to face. "I would be one hundred percent ok with this being my last first date, so long as you're taking me on my second, and third, and all those after that." That smile that you loved graced his face, the right side just picking up ever so slightly and you couldn't help but kiss those lips. Your hands glided around his neck as the kiss deepened and you almost forget where you were and that there was probably a crew member watching the two of you. You broke apart, his forehead just leaning against yours as you took a moment to catch your breath.

 "Come on, they probably have dinner ready." You made your way back to the stern where you'd seen the small dining table setup before. Sid held out your chair for you, before taking the one that was on the other side and moving it closer. The round table was set so that you could be across from each other, but the beautiful centerpiece didn't allow you to see each other, so Sid made it so you could. After a second, he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but then he was interrupted as the chef came out bringing out the first course that he'd prepared.

 The chef brought out crostinis topped with gorgonzola cheese, roasted walnuts, and arugula to start with, which were mouthwatering. Second appetizers followed, with a salad and soup after that before they brought a beef wellington that was absolutely to die for. By the time dessert came, you were so full, you weren't sure you could even have a bite of it. That was until he set it down between both you and Sid for you to share. It was a decadent molten chocolate lava cake, with strawberries placed around it for decoration. Sid grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the dessert, then brought it to your lips to feed you. It was actually super cute and something you never expected him to do. Your lips closed around the spoon, and you closed your eyes at its heavenly taste. "Mmm, that's delicious."

 "Watching you eat it was the treat for me." You smiled then grabbed the spoon out of his hand to feed him a bite. "You're right this is really good." The two of you fed each other a few more pieces before calling it quits because you were both stuffed. "Dance with me?" Sid asked as the music that had been playing softly in the background became a bit more prevalent. You took his offered hand and the two of you swayed around the deck of the boat. The sun was just setting and you would've given anything to have a picture of the two of you dancing in the twilight on the ship. As if reading your mind, Sid pulled away and asked one of the crew members to snap a few shots. You knew they were going to turn out beautifully as shades of pink, yellows, and blues all melded together to cast a glow on the water. You were almost finished when off to the side something caught your eye.

 "Was that?"

 "Whale on the port side," one of the crew yelled out as you saw the splash of water just trickle away.

 "Oh my god, I've never seen one this close before." Your excitement was hard to contain and you found yourself, grabbing Sid's hand and heading toward the left side of the boat to see if you could see it again. You were scanning the water, looking for signs of where the whale was, as Sid wrapped his arms around you to look as well.

 A few of the crew members were up towards the front of the boat, and one of them yelled down that there was a small pod up ahead. The two of you moving effortlessly together to get a closer look. It was then that one of them breached the water, bringing its large body mostly out of the water then splashing back down. You couldn't contain your excitement and were bouncing up and down on your heels; Sid's arm holding you as if he thought you were going to jump in the water with them. "This is amazing," you whispered back to him. There a bright smile on his face, even though he'd probably seen this before many times as a kid, he still shared your excitement. Just then a couple more surfaced their blowholes spraying water everywhere before heading back under the surface of the water. The sky got darker and you watched a little longer, for the whales to again resurface. They did a few more times before you lost sight of them completely. "I can't believe we got to see all that."

 "It was pretty amazing," Sid admitted, then nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

 "I'm so mad I forgot to grab my phone."

 "We can come out another time. This is really the best time of year to see them." He told you. "Maybe we can do a whole day trip or something."

 "Oh, you don't have to rent out this whole boat again just for me to get some pics, Sid." This date was probably costing him a small fortune.

 "I will if it means I get to see you smile like that again."

 You linked your hands behind his neck, drawing him closer to you. "You make me smile like this every day, just by being you." He truly did. You never realized how happy one man could make you just by simply being there. It dawned on you then that you loved this man with your whole heart and you wanted to just shout it from this boat, but then this was technically your first date and well that just seemed really awkward. So, instead, you kissed him, pouring all that love you had into the kiss. You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that, just sort of making out while the boat sailed around the water. It wasn't until you shivered from the cold, that Sid broke the kiss to rub his hands up and down your arms.

 "Cold?"

 "At little," you shrugged and he took off his jacket draping it around your shoulder. Immediately, you were engulfed by his heat and reminded of that night weeks ago when he'd walked you back from the restaurant after the whole incident with Christian. This moment was so completely different from then, though that night he'd made you feel so cherished and protected. You still felt all those things right now, only there was so much more and the fact that you loved him just magnified all those feelings.

 "We can go inside if you want."

 "No, I like being out here with you and all the stars around us." Both of you looked up in the sky, millions of stars twinkling in the night. From the moment Sid asked you out, you'd known this date would be perfect, but it even went beyond that. He moved you both to the back of the boat, where you were shielded a bit from the night air. There was a blanket laying on the cushions for your use, and you sat down covering both you and Sid with it as you watched the sky above you. "Thank you for tonight," you whispered over after he had tucked you into his side.

 "You don't have to thank me, (Y/N). I've been wanting to do this for so long now." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, before pulling back slightly to look in your eyes. "So, does this mean I get a second date?"

 You pretended to mull it over a bit. "Hmm, I mean this one's not over yet, but if you're asking, then I'm saying yes."

 "Excellent, then I'll have to start planning again."

 You just chuckled before saying, "It doesn't have to be this extravagant you know."

 "We talked about this. I enjoy spoiling you remember?" It was hard to forget the conversation that happened earlier in the day, so you simply nodded your head not wanting to ruin the moment by telling him how unnecessary it was. It was close to eleven when the boat finally docked and you had to bid the captain and crew goodbye. Sid was nice enough to sign a few autographs before you left and take a few pictures. It was definitely a thank you appreciated by everyone on board.

 Finally, back home, Sid came around insisting on getting the door for you before you got out. You found it funny that he didn't park in the garage, but didn't say anything. He laced your fingers together and then walked you to the front door, which seemed a bit odd. "So, I know this isn't a traditional first date, but I thought we could kind of end it somewhat that way." You reached the front door and he unlocked it but didn't open it. "So, I had a really great time tonight," he started to say, both hands now holding yours.

 "Me too."

 "I suppose I don't have to ask you out again since I already did that." You both laughed, knowing that even though you'd agreed to a second date earlier; he didn't even need to ask for your answer would always be yes. After your giggles died down, he leaned in and kissed you. It was sweet and only a tad bit heated as you could tell he was trying to stick to his theme of this being the first date. He broke the kiss first and you found yourself trailing after his lips for just one more touch. "So, I'll call you," he said then squeezed your hands and started to walk away.

 You were slightly confused but recovered quickly. "Hey Sid," you called after he was about five steps away and he looked back at you with the cutest smile on his face. "It's not my house, but would you want to come in for a drink?" He started back towards you.

 "A drink, eh?"

 When he was close enough to you, you grabbed his shirt and hauled him close to you. "Or maybe something else instead." You kissed him hard, letting him know what your idea of something else was. He blindly found the door handle opening it and you both stumbled inside causing you to break apart. "Where were you going?" You asked between kisses.

 He fumbled in his pocket then, grabbing the car fob and locking it. "Was gonna put the car in the garage, but it can stay out." Sid locked the front door then went back to kissing you before scooping you up bridal style and carrying you up the stairs. "By the way, thought you didn't normally kiss on the first date?"

 "I'm making an exception." He set you back on your feet once you were in the bedroom. Hands roaming everywhere. You undid the buttons of his shirt before peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor, while his fingers found your zipper, freeing you from the confines of your dress. He pushed the straps off your shoulders and your dress joined his shirt. Sid kissed your neck, working his way to the swell of your breasts. His hands made short work of your bra clasp, as you undid his belt and pants. He kicked them off then laid you back against the mattress, following you down, rolling you both on your sides. Your hands roamed down his back, then up his chest, as if you couldn't get enough of him and the truth was you couldn't.

 "Damn (Y/N), I want you so bad." Sid breathed out, as he lifted your leg over the top of his, flexing his hips into you.

 "I want you to Sid." There was no denying the way either of you felt at that moment. You pushed at his boxer briefs, freeing his cock so you could stroke its length. He hissed in a breath at the contact relishing the feel of your fingers working their magic on him. Sid worked his hand between your bodies and down to your panties, slipping them under the waistband and between your folds. His thumb played with your clit as he pumped two fingers inside of you. You knew that he was teetering on the edge just as much as you were. "I need you inside me." And before you could say anything more, Sid flipped you on your back and stripped you of your panties.

 He positioned himself between your legs then entered you in one smooth motion. "Yes, Sid, yes." You told him as he filled your body. That familiar rhythm the two of you had was almost instant, each of you knowing what movements would set the other afire. As he picked up his pace, you felt the familiar strings of orgasm start to build and soon you fell off that cliff as your climax hit. Sid reached his high at the same time, spilling inside you. The fact that he was no longer wearing a condom made the whole thing that much more intimate. It was that closeness that had you wanting to tell him how much you loved him, but you weren't sure if he was ready to hear that; so instead, you kissed him tenderly, stroking your hands down his back. You weren't quite sure when would be a good time to tell him, but you knew it would be soon; if only because you weren't sure you could hold it back any longer.

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Unexpected Emotions | Hisoka x reader

Request:  Can I request Hisoka x Female reader? Hisoka realizing he 'cares' for her but cannot express it the right away, he always ends up in a rough sex with her? :D

Genre: Fluff, smut

Fandom: HunterxHunter

Word count: 2913

Warnings: Unprotected sex (use protection my dudes), fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving)

I’m so sorry this one took me so long to do. Hisoka is my fave and I wanted to do his character good ;) I also had a lot of university work since it’s all online right now. So pardon me for not posting it sooner...

You walked along with your group of friends, well more like you and Kurapika walking at a peaceful pace while Gon and Killua trotted ahead of you, with Leorio behind all of you, stating that he would “protect our backs from any dangers,”. The three of you were enjoying a tranquil silence until the sound of heels meeting the concrete below you alerted you, and immediately killed that moment of peace. Then a chuckle came out of the figure’s mouth, and just a second later, Leorio was in front of the two of you, running towards Gon and Killua. 

The blonde-haired boy and you turned around at the sight of Hisoka, wearing his usual eccentric outfit—which wasn’t surprising—what did baffle you was the deadly look he sent Kurapika’s way, and so the boy took that as his cue to leave, you moved your mouth to say something at him before he abandoned you with the magician, but he had already run far enough for him to even hear you. So you turned around with a sigh, looking at the smirking man.

“It’s a pleasure to meet with you again (y/n)~” he said, and his smile widened even more. Then he pulled you by the wrist, and a card was suddenly below your chin, the sharp tip of it stinging the skin. He started giggling. What was so funny? You wondered. The man always stares at you from a distance, and to have him say “pleasure to meet with you again” baffled you, filling your head with a tiny bit of confusion, yet a blush formed on your cheeks at the thought of him just as much as looking at you. 

“Nice to see you again, Hisoka,” you uttered the words with such happiness that it made his golden eyes widen a tiny bit. Even with the card just slightly piercing your skin, your behavior spared nothing but warm feelings for someone you had just met, regardless of the many times you looked at each other from afar. Blood started coming out of the growing wound on your face, wincing, you made a move to pull away. However, the magician kept staring at you, not once moving the card away. 

Instead, he placed a kiss on your forehead, humming against your skin. At the same time, you felt his nails opening up your right palm, dropping a paper against it, then closing your hand till you both heard the slight crunch of the paper. Then he finally drew the card away from your face. His knees went a bit down to try and make the height difference a lesser problem when looking eye to eye. 

“You’ll look delightful any way, so I don’t think I should give you any advice on what to wear for this night’s dinner between you and I~” he turned around and began to walk off, head slightly turned to look back while waving his pale hand at you.

                                                     *******

Wearing a (f/c) dress that reached just above your knees, covered in tiny sparkles, only noticeable by the light flaming at you, you walked up to him. From his point of view, Hisoka’s golden eyes could view all of those little specks adorning the cloth hugging your body. A desire he didn’t know existed, overwhelmed his mind and body. This wasn’t a craving for killing, he would be aware of that and act on it if it was. However, that wasn’t the case with you. At first, he became attracted to your use of nen during the hunter exam and immediately felt the need to kill you during battle.

He felt frustrated with himself, now that he had irrationally asked to court you in the form of a dinner, and for what? It caused an itch at the back of his head, and so he ran his nails over that spot being covered by his hair, which had been let down for this important occasion. 

“Hisoka Morrow with his hair down? Never thought I’d see that,” you said when you had finally made it up to him at the entrance of the restaurant. “I’m glad about it though,” you added. The red-head took another glance at you and put his hand on your back, pushing the tiniest bit to get you to move. 

A butler took both of you to a table at the far back, purposefully chosen by your date. In his mind, the privacy of the spot would allow him to be intimate with his desire for affection. One that, he wasn’t at all experienced with. So if he humiliated himself, at least it would be in private. 

As soon as you were sat at the table, Hisoka’s menacing smirk emerged. Both of you got some red wine, complimenting the bloodlust seeping through the air. Your date couldn’t stop looking at you, it caused you to blush. And then, you were brought back to reality by the man himself.

“I can’t wait to fight you one day (y/n). This night is just an appetizer. I want to get to know my future opponent and their likings~” this was probably as far as he could go for at least these few minutes. Hisoka had yet to confess his actual intentions towards pursuing you. 

You quickly grew upset, the energy you spent looking forward to this ‘date’ was nothing but a waste now. He just wanted to fight you, of course.

The night went surprisingly well; the two of you eating fine meats and desserts, having casual conversation, sometimes drifting towards both of your nen abilities. However, Hisoka got the courage he felt uncomfortable not having and decided to hold your hand while you waited for the butler to bring back the check. His sharp nails massaged your skin, touching your knuckles and squeezing from time to time. This was his biggest advance so far, and you seemed to like it from what he could tell. 

He imagined that if just that simple touch delighted you, how would you feel if he showed affection towards you in a much more different way. Still, he would want to hold your hand as he was doing now. 

Walking out of the restaurant and into the night, fingers intertwined and taking quiet steps down the street, Hisoka could feel your satisfaction. Yet, he wasn’t entirely pleased with what would become the end of this night’s affair.

In a bold but loving move, you were grabbed by the waist and made to look up at the red and purple-haired man. Golden eyes stared at you as he said “may I kiss you?~” he giggled, and you mumbled a quiet “yes” to him. 

A pale hand made its way to your cheek, the other folding around your torso and taking place at your back. The owner of those hands pulling you closer, humming as he did so. When you finally felt the contact of his pink lips, you immediately kissed back, astounded by the softness of the action. Your arms went around his neck when he deepened the kiss, the hand he laid on your cheek joining his other on your waist. 

When you pulled away, your head went straight for the crook of his neck, hugging him and nestling your nose between his collarbone and neck. He giggled at your actions and felt content when he realized you were flustered by him. I can only imagine how she will feel once I make my attractions known to her~ he thought. 

                                                    ********

Hisoka and you had been going out for a while now, even your friends knew but rather decided not to fret much about it. You remembered Killua saying that if you did end up fighting Hisoka, he himself would prepare your funeral only to say “I told you so” during the ceremony. 

You had gotten comfortable with the idea that at first, he seemed only interested in quenching his bloodlust towards you, but as of recently, and ever since your first date, he had become affectionate.

That’s what brought you to today, hanging out at Hisoka’s room in Heaven´s Arena. A large glass pane allowed you to contemplate the view of the many buildings from the top, on the 200th floors. You were sat on the white couch, waiting for your lover to accompany you after he had gone to the bathroom. 

You no longer heard the clicking of his heels against the floor, he came in barefoot and sat with you on the sofa, placing an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him, until you laid your head between his shoulder and chest. 

“I’m guessing you’re enjoying the view a lot,” he said while looking down at you. “I can tell you that it would look much better from the bed~” a blush rose to your cheeks when he said that, pretty much insinuating what he wanted from you. 

Suddenly, he grabbed ahold of your hips, pulling you on top of him. You gasped at his actions, and at that moment he took the chance to kiss you roughly. With newfound confidence, you started rolling your hips so that your abdomen and his would touch, teasing both of you. He let out a low moan and draped his hands below your thighs, pulling you up and taking your bodies to the bed. 

Resting on white satin sheets, you moaned when he pressed a hand on the part of your body you had been teasing him with. 

“Is it here you want me to touch you?~” he said, a smirk laying on his face. You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his white and pink shirt, helping him pull it off. Then came off both your shirt and bra.

“What does this mean Hisoka?” you asked, suddenly nervous and wondering if this was what he really wanted. A few months ago he had made it clear his intentions were for his pleasure and his only, a fight between you both. 

Harsh kisses were left on your neck, lips traveling all the way up to your ear, a lick of his tongue and then he said what you had always wanted to hear; “I’m showing my love for you, of course.”

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips and hands traveling downwards, caressing your skin till lips licked around your right nipple, a hand going to praise your other breast, while another went further down to slip between your sweatpants. You gasped and heard his voice hushing you and rubbing your cheek with his nose. 

“Let me take these off for you,” he said, and with a motion of his hand, bungee gum wrapped around the bottom of your pants, pulling them off of you. A giggle escaped from your mouth and with a simple movement, helped him remove his shirt.

“Now we’re a little bit more even,” you said, a moan escaping you later when a long finger slipped through your panties and ran along your core, Hisoka hummed at the feeling of wetness coating his finger. He quickly removed his own light grey sweatpants as well as your underwear. You furrowed your eyebrows wondering why he hadn’t taken his underwear off as well.

“I want to save the surprise for a few more minutes~” he looked at you while responding to your unspoken question. You didn’t hear him speak after that because his tongue began to touch at your clit, lapping at it and then flattening. Soft moans left your lips when he later added two fingers to the mix, those helping to stimulate your tight walls, his lips sucking on your entrance. 

“Ah, Hisoka… there” you moaned when his fingers started thrusting and curling upwards to find the spot where he knew would cause a delightful reaction from you. When he did find it, fingernails caressed the wetness inside of you, and your moans intensified in volume.

“I see, that’s where you like it, very good knowledge for when I take you,” his words sent a shiver down your spine, back arching off the soft bedsheets. 

“Please! I’m going to cum soon!” you yelped the words in between moans, his fingers and tongue fastening their movements until you finally let yourself release on his mouth and skilled fingers. 

Heavy breaths escaped your mouth, and even so when he grabbed under your arms to pull you up from your resting position. Kneeling on the bed, feet resting on top of the pillows and eyes set on your lover. Hisoka finally removed his underwear, cock large, and blessed with thickness was standing up straight almost hitting his abdomen. 

You stared at his erection with fascination and knew exactly what he wanted from you at that moment he let it spring free from its confinements. Setting yourself down until your face met his dick, a soft hand rested upon his girth and started to move up and down, the other made its way close to his tip, helping on guiding it close to your mouth. 

“You’re doing amazing, keep going baby, I like that!” Hisoka moaned and grabbed your (h/c) hair, soft strands wrapping around his long fingers. By this point, you had managed to put half of his cock down your throat, trying to not gag by holding the rest of it in your hands, one of them going to cup his balls. 

“Just a little bit more my love~” he said, grunts still leaving his mouth and being the praise you needed to move your head up and down on his member. When a loud moan left his lips, hands gripping your hair pulled you off of him, leaving you clueless as for his reasons to stop. 

“I believe we’re both ready for the main attraction, aren’t we?” he asked, taking a soft look at your face. No sign of a smirk on his face, a gentle smile resting on his lips. You felt the appreciation and care he was having for you, this infatuation being covered before by his lust for blood. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, helping him lower your body down onto the mattress again. 

His hands took a hold of your hips, face looking down as he aligned his cock with your entrance. Once you felt the pressure of something foreign entering you, the head of his dick, a hiss left your mouth, the grip you had on his neck and shoulders tightening a bit. He let out a low moan and praised you: “feel that entering you love, my cock feels so warm inside of you, mhm~delicious.”

With a steady pace, he started thrusting when his member had gone deep in you. Moans adorned the once silent room. The feeling of his dick hitting just the perfect spot caused tiny shouts to slip out of you, the wetness on your clit pleasuring both of you as he went in and out with the movement of his hips. 

Hisoka thought back on his fingers hitting your g-spot and so with his member, he made a harsh motion to do the same thing.

“Ah… oh!” you screamed once you felt the continuous hard thrusts Hisoka was peppering you with. You yelled his name, his face coming to hide at your neck, leaving marks on your collarbone that would definitely show up even in the dark of night. 

“Scream it again for me, will you~” he murmured in your ear as his moans got louder, blessing you with this everlasting memory of his voice showcasing such pleasure. 

“Hisoka! Don’t stop, please… ah! Go faster!” your wishes were the only thing he wanted to accomplish, as well as finding his own release. With the strength he was saving for this moment, his hips pounded, coming in contact with your skin, cock slamming and hitting all the places inside you that had never been touched in such ways before. 

An overwhelming feeling started to develop on your abdomen, arching your back when you felt liquid pouring out of you, a loud moan encapsulating you cumming. Hisoka was more than happy at seeing your clit dripping with white cum. He was more than satisfied.

Soon came his turn to spill his seed, cock trapping itself near your cervix, cum dripping and filling you whole. His pleasure being transfixed through the loud moan of your name: “(y/n)... ah!”

He stayed still for a few minutes, letting you catch your breath before pulling out. A small wince left your mouth once you felt his dick leaving your hole. His body went beside you, pulling you to the same position you were on in the couch, your head laying on his chest, looking out at the city. 

Sleep was more than just an option for you right now, more like a craving, with eyes already closed, you felt his chin rest on the top of your head, hair serving as a pillow for his head. In a soft voice coming out as a whisper, you uttered the words you would have never guessed could come out of your mouth, directed at Hisoka.

“I love you…” and so you were out like a light. With a blank face, Hisoka kept looking out at the buildings that would never come as close to being the height of Heaven’s Arena. Then he looked down at you, eyes softening and a small smile adorning his lips.

“I love you as well my fruit.”

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The Empire - Past

Summary: Somehow every man you meet runs for his life…

Pairing: former Mobster!Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, self-doubts, language, violence, threats, arguments, mentions of a break-up, hurt feelings, sneaky jealous Dean, mentions of past domestic violence, alcohol abuse

A/N: Part 1/3

“Anything else, Ms. Y/L/N?” You can see the pity in your waiter’s eyes. Three dates in two months and the guy stood you up – again. “Wine? An appetizer perhaps?”

“I’ll have dessert, for take away. I don’t think he’ll show…” Sighing you down the last droplet of your favorite wine.

While the waiter takes your order you let your eyes wander. Heart thundering, body going stiff you see the person you wanted to never see again walk into the restaurant, a smirk on his lips and another girl at his arm.

“Stuart, I changed my mind. I’d like to pay…”

“Of course, Ms. Y/L/N.” Stuart’s eyes drift toward Dean before he gives you a cracked smile. “Anything for the lovely lady at my table.”

“Not lovely enough, though…” Not wanting Dean to acknowledge your presence you hand Stuart your credit card, excuse yourself to the restrooms before the mobster's eyes can get a glimpse of you.

It still pains. It still let your chest tighten every time you see him with another girl while the men asking you out never show up.

“Here’s your card, if you want to…” Whispering the words Stuart points toward the employee exit. “You can use it. I’ll smuggle you out…”

“No.” Huffing you take the card from his hands. “This is not his town, not his restaurant. I will not hide.” Walking toward the exit, flipping your hair off your shoulder you do not spare Dean a glance.

His eyes follow you, as his date calls his name. Busy to watch you rush toward a cab, Dean doesn't listen to what she has to say.

“He never showed, okay. How can I tell you about a date with myself?” Frustrated you mutter into the phone, not wanting to argue with your best friend.

“I got no clue. He said Thursday, at eight at my favorite restaurant. I waited for a whole of an hour before I left – again by the way.”

Your friend argues, tells you this must be a misunderstanding, that her friend would never stand you up so you hang up, silencing your phone. “Yeah, fuck your friend…”

“Language, Sweetheart.” Your body goes stiff and your hands ball into fists as Dean stands right in front of you, a grin on his plump lips. “Girls shouldn’t curse, maybe that’s the reason your date stood you up.”

You want to say something, want to give Dean a snarky comment but you are too tired and emotionally drained to react to his words.

Turning on your heels you simply walk away, not caring Dean rushes after you to walk next to you. “Nothing to say, Y/N?”

“I think you said enough for a lifetime, Dean. Why bothering with talking to me? I bet the next girl waits in your car or apartment. I am tired of your games, just leave me alone.” Now you look him straight in the eyes. “That’s what you can do best…just like you did with Cassie...”

It’s a low blow, and it hits him right where it hurts. But if he tries to hurt you, you’ll fire back as best as you can.

“Not nice to talk about the man you love like that…” Smirking Dean watches your eyes narrow before you slap him across the face.

“Loved. Past tense, Mr. Winchester. If you would excuse me now, I’ll have to walk home and feed my cat…” Rushing off you walk as fast as your feet carry you to get away from Dean. – The man breaking your heart over a year ago.

“She still loves me…” Dean watches you run away, a smile on his lips.

“No, I will not hear any excuses, Lisa. I don’t want to know why the fuck your brother stood me up. I am right here, at the goddamn bar, alone.” Hating yourself for giving one of your colleague’s brother a chance you rub your forehead nervously.

“Listen, I will just give up dating at all. It’s like every guy changes his mind after he asked me out. I am just done. Dean was worse enough, but this is just…devastating…”

Sniffling you hang up the phone unbeknownst Sam heard every word as he hides in the shadows.

“Bad day, Darling?” A guy next to you asks, giving you a lazy grin. “I can tell, the guy who stood you up is an idiot. You look delicious enough for dessert.”

Your nose scrunches up and you get up to sit far away from the nosy guy.

“Another one.” Tapping your glass, you look at the bartender.

“Shall I call the security?” Charlie looks at the guy moving closer to you again. “Some guys just don’t get the message. I can ask Benny.”

“It’s fine. Maybe all I deserve is a smeary guy at a bar. All my dates stood me up, Charlie. I finally found the strength to go out and none of them showed…”

“That’s awful. How about we go on a date? I always had a thing for you, Sweetie…” Giving you a wink Charlie refills your glass. “He’s a fool for letting you go.”

A sad smile crossing your face when you glance at Charlie. “Dean didn’t let me go, Charlie. He realized I am not the person he wants in his life any longer so…he kicked me out. No even called me a goddamn cab in the middle of the night.”

Downing your drink you slam the glass onto the counter. “I was lucky Sam came by and offered to drive me home. Never heard of Dean again…”

Charlie nods silently, glancing over your shoulder at Sam who gives her a curt nod. “In that case, he’s not a fool but a bastard or rather an asshole.” Clinking your glass with Charlie you snicker.

“A son of a bitch!” Slurring the words, you look at your empty glass. “Sorry Mary, you’re not a bitch. You were always good to me…” Raising your empty glass you close your eyes. “To Mary…”

“You had enough.” A gruff voice whispers in your ear as you grasp for the bottle on the counter to take a large swig.

“Nah…I’ll drown me in booze. Maybe I’ll look better in the morning or not.” Muttering incoherent words, you won’t let go of the bottle when Dean tries to get hold of it.

“I said you had enough, Sweetheart. This is my bar.” One arm wraps around your waist, his free hand grabs the bottle to hand it to Charlie as you wiggle in his grip.

“This is not your bar, asshole! It’s…wait…uh—Bobby’s!” Slurring you try to get up but all you manage to do is to bump into Dean’s chest with a loud groan. 

“I came here for a date and go with a broken heart…again. Why does no man want me, Dean?” Sniffling you hide your face in his chest. 

“Is it me? Am I ugly, not lovely or something? Please tell me. Maybe I can find someone who likes me. No one ever liked me…” Dean sighs deeply as he tries to pick you up. “Maybe I am bad in bed…no…wait…they never fucked me…”

“Sweetheart, let me get you home.” Whining you try to stand only to realize Dean is holding you in his arms.

“Why am I floating? Oh—god! Did I die and ended up in hell? I knew you are the devil, Winchester - you were too sexy to be human…” Humming ‘highway to hell’ you rest your head against his shoulder.

“I am on the highway to hell…” Giggling you look at Sam who hands Dean your jacket and purse. “Where’s Bobby? I like the old geezer more. You are always mean to me. Mean Dean…oh—that’s a rhyme…awesome…”

“Jesus, Dean. She’s wasted, brother. You better fix the poor girl or she’ll end up like Bobby months ago.” Sam’s brows knit together as you sniffle silently.

“I’m on the highway to hell…damn…what’s the next line?” Glancing around the room, which is spinning you try to sing the song. “I forgot…crap…”

Your head is pounding, your mouth is dry and, to your horror – you are naked. Lying on a foreign bed, in a foreign room, you cover your eyes with one arm.

“Oh, no. Please don’t let me have sex with that douche from the bar…”

“Nope.” Dean snickers as you hide under the blanket the moment, he enters the bedroom. “You got wasted and as every good club owner, I brought you to my bed and took care of your needs.”

“You took advantage of me! That’s sexual abuse…” 

“Whoa, Sweetheart! I didn’t touch anything. I just stripped you out of your shoes.” Pointing toward the floor Dean smirks. “You stripped the rest and I enjoyed the show.”

“Fucking liar! Give me my clothes. I’ll …I’ll sue you for…” Not knowing for what you will sue Dean you wrap the blanket around your body. 

“Language, Baby Girl. Now sit on the bed, eat the breakfast I made and take the painkillers. We will have a serious conversation about responsible drinking.”

“That’s none of your business. I can drink as much as I want to; it‘s not as if anyone would care or crap. All my dates stood me up! I’ll die all alone…” Sniffling you grab a slice of toast.

“They stood you up as I threatened them.” The words barely left Dean’s lips before the lamp from the bedside table flies into his direction.

“You goddamn asshole! How could you! It was you kicking me out of your life! It was you breaking my heart and now you come here, and tell me you threatened my dates?” Panting you jump off the bed to throw random things at Dean.

“Let me explain…Sweetheart…” Dodging your attacks Dean lunges forward to wrap his arms around you. 

Not done with fighting you slam your fists into his chest, curse his name as you try to break out of his tight hold. “Lemme go, idiot! I want to go!”

“Y/N, calm the fuck down and let me explain…” If looks could kill, Dean would be dead since a few moments. “Back then I thought you work for your father.”

“My father? I haven’t heard from him for like ten years! I don’t even know where he lives or shit!” Wiggling in Dean’s embrace you try to get rid of the mobster.

“That man, the one I haven’t seen for years shows you a picture and what? Suddenly he’s my daddy or shit? He’s no one to me, just like you. Now let go of me and don’t you dare to threaten any date of me again.” 

“He’s a cop. He tries to get me and Sammy's arrested. When he tried to arrest us last year, he showed me a picture of you, a recent one.” Dean gasps as you backhand him with all your strength.

“I am sorry, Y/N. For everything that happened, I am sorry but I believed you are a cop or something…” Mumbling the words Dean looks at your sad face.

“You believed I am a cop? That I fucked you for four years to get information or shit? Are you fucking kidding me, Dean? I wasn’t an undercover agent you piece of shit! Now let me go and never get close to me again!” Pushing Dean away you pick your clothes up to get dressed as fast as possible.

“Y/N…wait…please!” Running out of Dean’s bedroom you almost bump into Sam as his brother is hot on your heels. “Y/N. Let me explain! I have to tell you the truth before you go...please.”

“You can explain shit to the chicks you fucked after you ripped my heart out of my chest for nothing! I’ll never want to see you again.” Opening the front door, you stop in your tracks as a familiar face showed up at Dean’s doorstep.

“Mr. Winchester. What an unpleasant surprise you did not keep your distance to my lovely daughter. Didn’t I make myself clear what happens when you do not keep her out of your life?” Your father’s eyes are cold as you take a step backward.

“What?” All pieces fall into place as you turn around to look at Dean. There are shame and guilt written all over his face. “What did he threaten to do?”

“I explained to Mr. Winchester, that I would arrest you too and make sure you end up in the nastiest jail I can find.” Your father's grin widens as you slap his hand away when he tries to touch your face.

“Hands off, monster. I remember what you did to my mother. Do your nice colleagues know you love to hit a vulnerable woman trying to defend her child?” Looking at the cops behind your father you can see their jaws go slack.

“Lies won’t save you and your lover…”

“What about videos? Pictures of her injuries? What about her medical records? I think your colleagues and your boss would like to hear what you did to her and me.” Dean’s body goes stiff when you mention your father hurt you too.

In a split-second, he brings you behind his back, nods at his brother as your father dares to step into his house.

“Do you have a search warrant?” Patting his jacket Dean dips his head, giving your father a cold glare. “If not, I’ll exercise my right to defend my home, Sir. You are an intruder.” Your father’s colleagues backpedal at Dean’s words.

“Roger, come on. We don’t have a warrant, you know that.” One of the cops gives you an apologetic look as your father steps further into Dean’s house. “Do not piss a Winchester off.”

“Language, Dean.” Surprised by her attendance your father’s head snaps toward Mary. She has a frown on her face as she looks at you. “We do not accept such behavior in our house.”

Hands shaking you hug yourself. “Dean, bring Y/N upstairs. Sam, tell Benny to get her belongings. We tried to do it Dean’s way, now…” Mary’s eyes narrow as she walks toward your father.

Her blonde locks fall over the shoulders with every step. She wears a black dress made for dinner parties. Her heels click on the floor with every gracile step. Mary Winchester looks like the ruler of an Empire, and she truly is.

“I think Mr. Y/L/N needs to learn some manners. How about I’ll call the major or even better...his boss?”

“Mom…” Dean nods as one glare of his mother let him fall silent.

“Bring the poor girl upstairs, Dean. I told you to not let her go. Now take care of your girl and don’t you dare to hurt her again. Stubborn like his father.” Mary sighs as she waves her hand at the cops outside.

“We are sorry, Mrs. Winchester. Please accept our apologies. We didn’t know you are here and…” One snap of her fingers and the cops are gone. 

“Your colleagues are smart, always show respect but you little insect.” Another wave of her hand and two of her men grab your father’s arms. “Need to learn your place, little insect.”

“Mom…” Sam tries to stop Mary, but she made her decision the moment she saw Dean cry in his room since he had to let you go.

Mary tilts her head, a cold smile on her red lips. “You see, Mr. I like to hurt women and little girls. Your daughter is part of my family now and this means...” 

She grabs a fistful of your fathers’ hair to force him to look at her while her men hold him in a death grip.

“You will pay her respect. Now my men will accompany you outside and I suggest you leave town.”

“Shhh…let it all out, Sweetheart.” Cradling you in his arms Dean gently strokes your hair. “Will you tell me what he did to you and your mom?” Dean's voice is soft, like in the beginning when you met at a café.

“He always found a reason to get angry. A case went downhill. His partner was in a bad mood or his boss yelled at him. Whatever happened, it was always mom’s and my fault. At first, he only hurt her but then…” Raising your left arm you show Dean you can’t lift it completely above your head.

“What did that bastard do to you?” Dean’s voice is dangerously low, he pants heavily realizing your father hurt you.

“One day, mom was out to shop groceries. She was late as her car broke and that man, calling himself my father was home earlier. He yelled and I was stupid enough to peek down the stairs.” You can feel the tension in Dean’s body as you rub your arm subconsciously.

“I swear that he’ll never get close to you again.” You can hear loud voices downstairs, can hear John’s deep voice finally dominate the conversation as your father yells at the mobster.

“He ran upstairs, grabbed my arm and asked me where my mom went. I told him she went shopping, he accused her to cheat on him, called her a whore and I, well I told him not to call my mom like that…” 

Your voice trembles and you hide your face in his chest again. “The next thing I felt was my bone break and my shoulder was in an odd position. He didn’t care, just dropped me to the floor where I cried until my mom came home, three bags of groceries in her hands…”

“God, Baby Girl…” His arms tighten around you as you cry into his chest. 

“I should’ve killed him instead of sending you away to make sure he does not go after you. I hoped to keep you safe that way and hurt you with my behavior. I never believed you are a cop. I faked everything to keep your safe.”

“That night, my father left the house to get drunk and my mom, she packed most of our things and we ran away after we came home from the hospital. My aunt helped us, came from Lebanon to bring me and mom away. She was the best…” 

“I swear, I and my family would not let him ever hurt you again. I’ll do anything to keep you safe. The girls, I paid them, Y/N. I never was with them. It was the only way to make sure your father believes we parted ways.” Dean kisses your hair, strokes your back while you try to forget your past.

“He will not give up. His only goal is to make my life miserable as I broke his nose at my mom’s funeral. I don’t know how he found us, but he did, and the worst was – his disappointment about my mom’s death.” Glancing up at Dean you sniffle silently. “He was mad as he could not hurt her again.”

“Let me go downstairs and kill him. I’ll end him slowly and he will regret that he ever laid a finger on you and your mom.” Dean’s features soften as you shake your head. 

“I should go home…”

“Please. Stay with me. You are a Winchester now…”

>> Part 2

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