#(whispered during a hug) 'they still think i'm on their side do NOT blow this for me' 'nw bestie i got u'

[tortoise-teapot]

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[spacebagfullofstars]

Evolution X-Men meeting Deadpool for the first time

An idea for the first episode Deadpool would appear in the show. It'd take place during early season 2. I don't have enough ideas to write the whole thing but here's the introduction

After the Brotherhood fled and the old warehouse was empty once more, the X-Men could finally focus on their unexpected guest. Through the darkness where he stood, they could see him sheathing his katanas and stretching his arms.

"Phiii-ew! Nothing like a good workout after a mind-numbingly boring sail home!" He said, rolling his neck and shoulders. "Warms my cold, unfeeling heart to see the streets just as crime-infested as I left them!"

After a second, the man stepped towards them and into the light. The younger members of the X-Men couldn't help, but gasp when he revealed himself to them.

The person who joined their fight was wearing a red and black costume that covered his whole body, including his face. Outside of the twin katanas on his back, he had two gun pouches attached to the sides of a multi-pocketed belt. His white eyes stared at them with unclear intent.

"You?!" While Kitty, Rogue and Kurt were intimidated by his presence, Scott and Jean stood their ground. They appeared to be more disgusted than afraid. Surprisingly, the man seemed to recognise them as well.

"Jeanie! Scottie! Long time no see! Come here and give uncle Deadpool a hug!" He said, spreading his arms. Before he ran at them, Jean used her powers to throw him into the air. His enthusiasm faltered.

"Cold. I guess you don't want all the radical gifts I bough you abroad!" He said, starting to levitate upside down. "Do kids these days still say it? Do they say 'radical'? I hate that word. I hope it'll die out quickly."

"You know this weirdo?" Kitty whispered to them.

"He calls himself Deadpool." Jean stated. "He used to break into the Institute regularly."

"That's all you have to say about little ol' me?" Deadpool interrupted, then traced a line from his eye down his cheek. "You can't see it, but I just shed a sad tear. I thought we were friends."

"We're not-"

"As (I'm pretty sure) my pop used to say, if you want something done right, do it yourself!" The mercenary clapped his hands, interrupting her again. He kicked his legs and pushed himself back up so he could face them properly.

"I go by many names! Deadpool is one, but some prefer to call me the Merc with the Mouth!" He stated, pointing his thumbs at himself. "The world-famous mercenary willing to do any kind of job for a good pay, weapon expert, master of all known fighting styles and three times Champion of Hot Dog Eating in West Virginia! This city used to belong to me, but the merc job is unforgiving and I had to leave it for like twenty years!"

"We haven't seen you in two years." Scott corrected.

"It felt like twenty to me, so it must've been! Now I come back and see that you X-Dorks grew in numbers!" Deadpool continued, then crossed his arms and looked away. "Not that I'm bitter, or anything. I can do so much better than your little rich kid houseclub anyway."

"... Wait, he was an X-Man?!" Rouge asked, baffled.

"Professor tried giving him a chance once." Jean sighed. "He almost blew up the mansion."

"Like that old thing doesn't blow up every other week, am I right, guys?" Deadpool snorted and rose his hand. Outside of the distance between them, no one was willing to give him a high five. He waited a few more seconds and then high fived himself.

"Is it bad that he kinda reminds me of Kurt when he has too much sugar?" Kitty snickered.

"Don't even joke like that!" Kurt didn't like that.

"The only difference is that Kurt isn't..." Scott began, then whistled and swirled his finger around the side of his head.

"I believe the term you're looking for is 'able to think outside the box', three eyes." Deadpool overheard them and air quoted. Without any warning, he disappeared in a small flash of energy.

"What the-?!" Kurt cried out as they all stepped back in surprise. After a second, the mercenary reappeared behind them.

"And who those adorable new faces might be?" His voice startled them all. "No, no, don't tell me! You look like Jessica," He said, pointing at surprised Kitty. "Your super power is shrinking. You look like Bridget and you love being different!" He pointed at Rogue, making her scoff at him. "And you look like Elvis! You have an eternal bad hair day!" He said, pointing at Kurt.

"What?" The blue boy squinted.

"Deadpool, stay away from them!" Scott warned, flashing his visor in readiness. "Whatever you came here for, you're not getting it from us!"

"Look at you all grown up and shouting orders like a boss man! Relax, kid, I have no quarrel with you today. I just wanted to catch up and meet new people! Speaking of..." Deadpool said, then reloaded his gun that he suddenly grabbed. Something darkened in his eyes. "Where's Wolverine?"

The other X-Men could see Jean and Scott getting tense. It seemed that despite their distate, they were scared of the man after all.

Suddenly, Deadpool seemed to hear something and his head perked up a bit. They could almost see a smirk forming on his face.

"Right on the clock." He mused. He spun his gun in his hand, then without any warning, whipped back and fired a single shot.

Wolverine had entered the warehouse and managed to sneak behind them. He quickly released his claws and slashed the bullet mid-air. Before other X-Men could stop him, Deadpool switched, pulled out his katanas and teleported again. He reappeared right in front of Logan and took a swing at him. His weapons and the mutant's claws clashed.

"Kurt, get everyone outta here!" The X-Man shouted. The boy nodded. The kids came closer and he teleported them away, leaving the two alone.

"I had a feelin' I smelled a rottin' brain somewhere!" Wolverine growled.

"You're the one to talk, dog-breath!" Deadpool retorted, trying to slash him again. Wolverine blocked him. "Dog, or bear, or some other animal that smells bad! I don't want to say badger, because I feel like I'd be beating a dead horse at this point-"

"I miss the silence already!" Logan said. He roared and tried to throw a punch.

Meanwhile, the group reappeared outside.

"What does this Deadpool guy want with Logan?!" Rouge couldn't help, but grow concerned.

"They have... history." Scott explained. "I'm pretty sure they hate each other."

"Like he and Sabertooth?" Kitty asked.

"Honestly? We have no idea." Jean admitted. "It's best to just stay out of the way and let Logan handle it. He always does."

As soon as she said that, they heard an explosion that made them jump. Suddenly, Wolverine fell out of a window with a trail of smoke following him. Deadpool jumped after him and skilfully landed on the ground. When he stood up, the kids saw that he was holding a bomb with his face painted on it.

"He has explosives?!" Kurt shouted, tugging his hair. Logan returned on his feet, smoke from the explosion still dancing on his body.

"I thought you were done takin' bounties on me!" He shouted.

"I am, but it's an emergency!" Deadpool said, throwing the bomb from hand to hand. "I need this money more than I need food and water!"

"A sellout through and through!" Wolverine said, then charged back. Deadpool let him get close, teleported, and then tried to throw a bomb at him from the distance. Logan kicked it right into the ocean and it exploded in the water.

The mercenary quickly switched back to his katanas and charged with full force at his opponent. There was a lot of slashing, dodging and rolling involved. Neither of them managed to reach each other for a good while. Finally, Wolverine used an opportunity to pin Deadpool to the ground with one arm behind his back.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" He cried. "That's foul play! You're disqualified for being a bad sport!"

"Cry me a river, Wilson." Logan tsked. "Whoever hired you must've not known that you always lose to me."

"Yeah. That might be true." The mercenary said, another almost visible smirk appearing on his face. Little did Wolverine know, his free arm was trying to reach for a hidden pocket in his costume. "By the way, don't think that I forgot to bring a souvenir or two for my bestest friend. Why don't you let me go so I can show it to you?"

"I ain't lettin' you go that easily, bub. You're gonna tell me exactly who sent you and what kinda money made you break your promise."

"Oh, I love to talk! Especially with you!" He quietly unzipped the pocket and reached inside. "But you know I can't talk about my employers. Merc 101. Buuuut, I can tell you all about the crazy places I've been to for the past two years! I learned like three different languages! Do you want me to say something in Chinese?"

"If you're tryin' to make me angry, it ain't gonna work. We've been doin' this song and dance long enough for me to know when you're lookin' for a distraction."

"Awww, you care about me enough to know my strategy! You so deserve that little treat I bought you!"

"Logan, look out!" Rouge shouted, but she was too late. Logan felt a sharp sting in his leg. He gasped and quickly pushed himself off Deadpool. He looked down and saw a dart sticking from his thigh. The X-Men were ready to intervene.

"Do not get involved!" Logan snarled, sensing their intent. His head was already beginning to spin.

"Yeah, you better listen to Papa Wolvie! This is between us adults!" Deadpool shouted, looking at them as well. The mutant suddenly fell to his knees, trying to fight whatever Deadpool injected into him, but it seemed stronger than his healing factor. His eyes started feeling heavy, and finally, he fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Logan!" The kids yelled. Jean was already floating whatever she could to throw at Deadpool.

"Don't worry, X-Kids! I promise to give him back as soon as I get my money! Follow your dreams and stay in school!" Deadpool gave them a peace sign before he kneeled in front of Wolverine and teleported away with him.

[purple-astronaut]

She loves me? Urzai fanfiction

It was a normal day, wake up do some paperwork for a couple of hours and then some meetings and more paperwork. All ozai could think about was having a good night's rest.

Ursa had been acting weird all day. She had been staring at him and then turning her and putting her hands on his shoulders, etc.

This had been their second year of marriage. They didn't talk much, usually got straight to the point, and moved on. Most of their evenings were spent in silence, ozai would read a book while ursa would play with zuko or also be reading a book.

They only had real normal human interactions during aftercare because it felt wrong to just turn over and sleep after something like that. Ozai actually enjoyed their talks, and it made him fall more and more in love with her. Every little fact and detail it made his heart do a flip.

But tonight hadn't been one of those night were they were talking during aftercare. But it was wired when ursa started asking him questions, "So... how was your day?" Ursa said as she closed their door and turned around to face her husband, who was standing in front of her facing away." Ok, I guess, a lot of work..." Ozai said, not really paying attention, as he walked over and sat on the edge of their bed.

"Oh..." Ursa said as she walked over and stood in front of where ozai sat on the bed, ozai looked up at her and said,"Is something wrong?" Ursa shook her head and took a step back, and if he looked closely, he could see a light blush on her face "Nothing" ursa said, looking at the floor.

"Alright, well, I'm going to bed. Good night, " ozai said. He was already ready for bed, but ursa was still in her clothes for dinner that they had with Iroh and fire lord Azlon. "Good night," ursa said as she walked to the door.

It had been a while before ursa came back, Ozai had assumed that she had gone to check up on zuko before she came back. She was trying to quiet because she thought Ozai was asleep already, but he had just had his eyes closed.

"Ugh! Why!" Ursa whispered as she put the candle on the desk and was blowing it out. Ursa sat in bed. The only thing lightning the room now was the moon's light coming from the window. Ursa got into bed and rolled over facing ozai whose face was lit by the light.

"Why do you make me have these feelings?" Ursa whispered, ozai trying his best not to move and appear asleep, "I thought I was still in love with ikem..." Ursa whispered, ozai mentally cringed at that statement but remained still. Ursa put her hand on ozai's face, moving her tumb side to side like she was trying to calm him.

"I think I don't love him anymore, ozai...." Ursa sighed and continued, "I think I love you, but I'm too much of a coward to tell you when you're not sleeping..." Ursa sighed, then kissed ozai's nose. It took everything he had not to kiss her back, "My sweet stubborn prince..." Ursa said. There was a long pause.

Ozai tried not to move as his wife snuggled into his chest. "Zai..." ursa whispered into ozai's chest."I will always hold ikem dear to my heart, but it's been over two years, I'm aloud to move on. He probably has. Ozai... is the man I love..." Ursa said, then giggled a little.

"I love you, ozai," Ursa said, "I love you too," ozai said as he wrapped his around her, Ursa was in complete shock but she was able to say "your... awake. " Ursa tried to get out of his hug to apologize, "I'm tired, my love, so please stop moving, and let me sleep, " Ozai said. But ozai couldn't sleep the woman he loved, loves him back!

The next morning,

Ozai woke up, and Ursa wasn't in bed or anywhere in the room, so he went to the nursery, and sure enough, she was there singing to zuko while he was in her arms.

Ozai waited until she had finished singing to zuko to walking into the room, "Ursa, you woke up early," ozai said. "Just... wanted to get a head start on the day, " Ursa said.

Ozai put his hands on her hips from behind and left no space in between them as he looked down at his son, making ursa blush. 'Pull it together, ursa! You've slept with the man, for goodness sake!' Ursa thought, but that only made her blush more.

Ozai chuckled as his son looked back up at him with eyes filled with curiosity and fire. "This little one is gonna be just like his mother," ozai said as he looked at his son fondly. This was one of those rare moments when ozai let down his guard, and moments like this are what made her fall for him. The real ozai.

"What makes you say that?" Ursa asked as she turned her head to look at her husband, "He has my eyes, but when you look at them, they have your fire. " ozai said, not breaking his gaze with his son, "I think he has your fire..." Ursa said. There was a long moment of silence but they both enjoyed it.

"Are we gonna talk about last night?" Ozai asked, making ursa turn red. "Oh! Look! Zuko fell asleep!" ursa said as she forced ozai to let go of her as she walked away to put Zuko back in his crib. "You should probably start getting ready for the day," ursa said as she turned around.

"I should. I have a meeting first," Ozai said as he looked at his wife, who was looking everywhere else. Ozai sighed and walked to the door and grabbed the door handle. " I LOVE YOU!" Ursa said as she looked at the floor, " I love you, ozai. " Ozai stopped and turned around and just looked at her.

Ozai smiled as she looked up. " I love you too," Ozai said as ursa walked over, smiling back at him. She rested her head on his chest and said, "I love you the most." ozai chuckled and wrapped her and a tight hug, "You wanna bet?" He said. Ursa started laughing, and zuko in his crib started making noise because he wanted attention. Ozai walked over and picked him up and rocked him.

"Zuko... we love you, " ursa said as she walked up and kissed him."Right, ozai?". "Right, love you so much, ko." Ozai said.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 5 - At The Motel (Part 1 | Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor@tantamount-treason@thedollmaker16@janetreader

This takes place during Part 3, when they get to the motel.

Also Kirby is still Orange, Italics are inner thoughts.

Eddie's P.O.V:

Kirby had parked next to a Motel, staying silent as Eddie stares at her, trying to understand why she chose this place.

"The fuck are we doin' here?" Shit, I don't mean to be aggressive.

"Eddie," Kirby's voice is soft and maternal, "if we stayed at the hotel we were at last night Damian would know. If we stay here, no one except us knows."

"Oh," Shit, that's good for a plan made in an hour, "smart move. Well, when we get a room you gotta pretend that ya datin' me."

"Beth y uffern? I'm not… why the fuck would I do that?"

"Beth… what?" You know I can't speak Welsh, kid, "Because ya have ta, or else people might get suspicious." He shrugs, jogging over to Kirby's door and opening it, leaning on it as they talk.

"But why?"

Kirby, you brought us to a cheap-ass motel, in a bad part of Jacksonville, I bet ya the only reason people come here is for drugs and sex, Jesus, "But why?" He whines mockingly, "Let me put you in my shoes for a second, kid. Guy of my age," as in nearly ten years older than you, "rolls up at a shady, cheap-lookin', motel with a young," once again near ten year age gap, "pretty lookin'," fuckin' gorgeous supermodel, "gal like you, are ya gettin' the picture?"

"Oh, I see… I am not, you know, a read light special, so to speak."

"A red light special? Like the TLC song?" I doubt you've ever been in a red light district, kid.

"Yeah," She whispers, humming the tune as they walk together, "I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control, you know what I mean?"

Eddie and Kirby chuckle softly as he gets his bags out of the trunk, he gets them the first room the first room the desk staff offer, noticing that Kirby's zoning out, smirking softly as the cashier says the word 'Suite', although he doesn't catch any other words as he gets the keys and leads Kirby to the room.

Oh, the staff must think we're here to fuck, this has got to be the honeymoon suite.

Kirby blocks the bathroom doorway, her face going pink and the scar nearly blending into her skin.

"What's up with you? Need me to leave while ya piss or somethin'?" He grunts, raising an eyebrow. How bad can it be in there?

"Edward, we have a problem." Kirby squeaks.

"Problem? What sorta problem?"

Eddie looks into the bathroom, laughing at the heart-shaped tub and pink lighting. There's no shower in hers, no privacy if either of us walks in when the other is naked. He stops laughing, "Oh fuck, there ain't a shower in there?"

"I like some excitement and I like a man that goes." Kirby teases, easing the keys out of his hand, blowing him a kiss before heading to the door.

"Now is not the time to quote that song!"

He heads out to the balcony, mumbling the song under his breath and lighting another cigarette, trying to keep his mind off of Kirby singing the song, and the many images his brain has invented of him with her sexually.

"You alright, Eddie?" The sound of her footsteps is as soft s her voice as she approaches him, "You don't have to put that out now I'm here, you know."

"You got that song stuck in my head, kid, you've got me mumblin' that shit to myself." You've also got me picturin' my - I shouldn't tell her that, thinkin' wit' ya dick again Eddie, ya sound like a perv if you say any of it.

"I've got you mumbling Red Light Special to yourself? I guess there are worse songs to think about having sex to… not that you're thinking of having sex with me or anything. God no, why would you want to, I mean, look at me, I'm no man's first choice." She rambles, her face going pink.

Oh, you have no idea, Eddie pulls her into a side hug, "Hey kid, you're as pink as that bathtub," he chuckles, "If I were thinkin' of fuckin' ya, I would at least get to know ya first."

"Don't mess with my head, Eddie." She grumbles.

Part of him wants to offer her his cigarette, another part wants to tease her further, and that part wins out, "Or else you'll?" He smirks, covering his mouth as he takes another drag of the cigarette.

"I'll steal your phone, call your mother and explain to her, that her son's making a young lady very uncomfortable."

"Don't you dare, my mother would destroy me with words alone, she'd take my head off with her teeth." Ma would send me into next year with the verbal beatdown she would give me.

"Ooh, you've got a fiery mother too? Is she a red-head like mine or is she… What's the thing Billie says, Latina or Hispanic?"

"Puerto Rican," she's an amazing woman too, "my father's Irish though."

"Fully Irish, or like half Irish half somethin' else? My Da's half Irish, half Welsh."

"Fully Irish, I think, I'm not sure though, fairly sure he's part Hulk sometimes… and not smart Hulk, like first movie dumb Hulk."

"I get that. My Ma's half Scottish, so pissing her off is like pulling the pin on a human grenade."

Oh, so you'd be really fiery if someone got under your skin, "Ah, so that's where you get your fire in the ring from, you got both Irish and Scottish fire, so it's like a shotgun blast of 'Don't piss her off'."

"Sure… unless you're Damien, and have control over my career, and drag me away from my friends, just to see if working in America will work out."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about that?" If you never came to America, I would still be searchin' for a woman who makes me feel like you do.

[jinleebelee]

1, 2, 12 and 18?

Love you Jin💙

Mfm I love you too you meanie lee

1 what's a unique tickle spot you have/you like to tickle

On the to tickle part ( you all owe me for saying the t word when I'm this lee mood) I haven't really tickled people considering that ever few blue moons my sister would tickle me and even when I could 99 out 1 I'd be lee too

But I really really like having my ear tickled... theirs two ways that really really get me besides the occasional tickles with feathers that sometimes work and sometimes don't going one whispering (which you could whisper teases) and two blowwing- I actually had someone not on purpose do this to me because of how lee I was at school

Basically the kid ( I call students kid cause that whay I do he was around my age so don't you be thinking I'm so fucking pedo and crap) wanted to whisper something and me being the lee and lee that I was in class immediately walked towards him and when insay it tickled it tickled and it felt amazing and I actually asked him "what was that" just to get tickled again-

I also have very very very aenarive shoulders if you massaged them it would tickle me like crazy and I enjoy it very very very much

2 what's an underrated tickle tool in your opinion

Well I'd say the eletric flosser....and baby oil

(Your so freaken mean ashy using tools against knowing how much I love and fear tools or wait idk if you did or not but YOU DO NLW AND I WANT REVWNGE ADTER THIA LEE MOOD IS GONE)

12 favorite tickle spot in general

Um- I have a few like my neck ears shoulders and one that I get very very very embarrassed about and I'm really super insured about and feel that if I say I might upset others or I don't know um my feet... it's stupid I know but I feel very embarrassed about liking my feet tickled and just rgh it's all stupid and embarrassing and haven't told anyone about that- I just think it's stupid for me

18. A time something unintentionally tickled

I do have two incidents and this was back in the 6th grade for the first one (aka my worst first worst year in middle school and yes all the years were bad if ya wanna know what happened boy do I have a sotry for yall it's a 3 year story and I'll tell yall if ya want later )

Anyways anwaysv

Me and these three students were working on a project something about the past when the country's were alll fucked up in different places. Pendora Era or whatever and wellll one of the kids call him J poked me in the side I think or hip and I jumped. I remember it tickled pretty bad and I covered my hand on that spot. The two girls asked what happened and I either said something tickled or nothing. Either the kid knew what was going on or something but he poked me again and it tickled like a fucking bitch causing me to giggle like a fucking idiot. But then after we all lined up he did it again but it hurt and it didn't tickle (which still disappoints me to this day cause I really really liked being tickled- even back then-)

The second time when I was out of that middle hell thankfully was arooound the 10th grade. A friend of mine from school really liked giving out hugs right. It was his natural thing. I was at gym and I saw him and he saw me. He ran up to me and did his usual hug but what I didn't expect was the God damn mother fucker. His fuckinf voice or breathe fucking ticked my God damn neck and I started to smile like a bitch and hugged him tighter not wanting this to end. Thankfully I had a mask on (during the covid crap still going on)

Now as some of yall know I freeze up when people hug me when I'm not expecting or expecting it. It just something I'm not used to . Physical affection but when this kosher fucker hugged me and it started to tickle I didn't want it to end- not one bit see this is how Deserete I get yall

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 33

I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE ANYTIME YOU'RE NEEDING ME

A/N: We're back baby! I'm back, Harry and stylist!yn are back, it's a good day! I won't lie, it took a bit to get back into the groove of this story, but I'm so happy it's going again. Hope you like it.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language (always), oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, and a tiny bit of drama, but some really lovey-dovey moments too.

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Sept 14th, 2015

Since that night in Toronto, things have been a nonstop rollercoaster. One Direction announced their hiatus, which has left your head spinning with so many questions.

"This is crazy… this is a lot… it changes almost everything… when will the break be over?... is the band done?… I'm gonna need to find a job… Hell, I think I'm gonna need a drink."

"Sunshine, I'm getting dizzy watching you pace around like this. Please sit down, let's talk it out."

To top off the craziness, Dave proposed to your mom two weeks ago, and they have decided to have a whirlwind of an engagement by getting married… in a few days.

"Niall, please don't hate me for not going."

"Superstar, I could never hate ya!" He wraps one arm around your shoulder. "M'birthday just won't be as fun…"

"Well that's true!" You giggle, wrapping one arm around his waist and squeezing him for a side hug.

"Much rather it was you than Harry…" he pretends to whisper.

"Hey!" Harry replies, throwing his bag over his shoulder and playfully pushing Niall away from you.

"Please let me go with you." He states, jokingly glaring at Niall, who grabs his own bag and gets ready to leave.

"You should celebrate his birthday with him." You reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You didn't go last year."

His glare now focuses on you. "That's not fair."

You tightly squeeze your lips together, remembering that the awkward tension between you two was the reason he stayed back.

"Sorry." You give him a gentle kiss. "My point still stands though. Plus, you have meetings the next few days. I'll see you after that, at the wedding."

"Fine. I'll go all the way to Vegas, partying at the club, to celebrate Niall's birthday…" he smirks.

"Yeah, how torturous." You roll your eyes.

"I won't have anyone to cuddle." He pouts, drawing another kiss from your lips.

"Okay, ya big baby!" You bite your lip and shake your head. "Get Nialler drunk enough and you will."

"I heard that." Niall chuckles. "It's true though. C'mon, babe!" He blows a kiss to Harry as he walks out of the hotel suite.

"Alright." He growls. He pulls you closer by your waist and brings his lips to hover right in front of yours. "Not my fault if you get replaced…"

You stick your tongue out and barely brush his lips with yours.

"Yeah, but he won't do the other things we do together." You whisper.

"Fucking hell." He whispers back, pushing his lips passionately against yours.

Your hands reach up to grab his hair and his tongue begins to part your lips.

"Oi, for fucks sake you two. It's time to go, Haz!" You hear Louis state from the doorway.

"Now I really don't want to go." He pouts again.

"I'll see you at the end of the week, Rockstar." You give him one last kiss before pulling away. "Have some fun."

"With Niall? Yeah that won't be a problem."

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You arrive in your hometown in the afternoon, with Natalie and Levi. Your mom and Dave are meeting with some close friends from out of town, so you and your friends make plans to meet up at the local bar lounge.

After having Morgan, your brother's girlfriend, help to pick out a black v-neck halter top and black ripped jeans, you doll yourself up with some makeup and text Natalie that you'll meet her there soon.

"Okay, I'm gonna use my 'brother card' here and insist that me and Morgan come as DDs." Sam states.

"What? Why?"

"Because… this is weird to say… that outfit is just…"

"It's sexy!" States Morgan.

"Yeah, that's the problem." Sam replies.

You glance over to Morgan, then give Sam an intense glare. "Don't get all 'Mister Modesty' on me now."

"I'm joking, I just wanna get out of the house."

You roll your eyes and follow them both outside to his car.

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Everyone is gathered in Niall's hotel suite, getting ready for the eventful evening that's sure to occur.

"I don't know 'bout you, but I'm feeling twen'y-two baby! Woo!" Niall shouts, causing most of the group to groan and shake their heads.

"Damn, I miss Y/N. She'd laugh." Niall adds.

"Those are pity laughs, mate." Louis replies, patting Niall on the back.

"Well, eit'er way, she's more fun than you lot."

Harry smiles as he puts on his rings, and straightens his deep navy and maroon silk shirt, barely listening to Louis argue how much fun he is to party with. He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and smiles wider when he sees your text.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

"Y/N misses you too, Niall." Harry exclaims.

"Yeah, 'course she does! I'm 'er favorite!" He lets out a big laugh. "Let's go boys!"

~~~~~

You are excited for this night out, hoping it'll give you the stress-free fun that you need right now, with everything going on.

"I'm glad this place lets us in with a wristband, it's one of the only fun places to go around here." Morgan giggles.

"You two find us a booth, maybe order some food, and we'll grab our drinks."

You and Natalie get to the bar and order your drinks, while Levi excuses himself to the bathroom.

"Was he terrified to meet your parents?" You ask, as soon as he is out of earshot.

She gently grabs your arm and laughs. "I couldn't even hold his hand, he was so sweaty!"

"Ew."

"My mom loves him, of course, and my dad wasn't too harsh. You know him though, totally a teddy bear, he's just putting on a show." She giggles.

"I can't even imagine your dad being stern, that's hilarious!" You reply.

"How do you feel about Harry meeting your family?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I'm actually not too worried about it."

"Harry is like… don't tell him I said this… but he is perfect for meeting moms."

You grin, knowing she's right.

Levi walks back over and actually stands next to you instead of Natalie. You glance over to see a concerned expression on his face, and he leans in.

"Umm, this is awkward… but I just ran into… Ryan." He points over to the other side of the lounge, and your eyes scan the area.

You hear the familiar laugh and suddenly see him.

"You've got to be kidding me." You growl.

"What?" Natalie asks.

"Ryan's here." You state, pointing in his direction.

She frowns in confusion and then follows your gaze to see Ryan, standing across the bar, sloshing a beer around in his glass and laughing with a bunch of friends.

"What do you think he's doing here?" She asks.

You take a drink of your margarita, then indulge in another sip as you glance back over at him.

"I don't know." You gulp down the rest of the drink, already motioning to the bartender for another one. "But it's been four months. I'm sure we can keep it civil."

You shrug as the bartender hands you a fresh margarita. You down it half of it as you look back over in Ryan's direction.

"Y/N… do you want to leave?" She asks.

You take another sip and shake your head.

"No, I'm fine. We came here to have fun. So let's have fun!"

You finish your drink, and grab her hand as you lead her to the dancefloor, with Levi following timidly behind you.

"Is that Ryan?" Sam asks.

"Dude, don't." Natalie whispers.

You roll your eyes and grab Morgan's hand, twirling her around to the music.

After about three songs, you head back to the bar and order yet another margarita. You're a little winded from the dancing, and a bit buzzed from your drinks, so the sudden presence you feel next to you doesn't grab your full attention right away.

"Figured you'd be too good to come hang out at your lowly hometown bar…" the voice speaks, and you straighten up, instantly knowing it belongs to Ryan.

You turn to face him, doing your best to keep your calm and polite composure.

"Hey Ryan. How've you been?"

He scoffs. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Even in a crowded bar, you can sense the abundance of alcohol in his system. The smell on his breath and the slur of his speech is quite telling.

"I'm just trying to be nice."

"Whatever. Go back to your fucking famous boy toy." He replies, attempting to wave you off.

"He's not ev-... nevermind. Have a good one." You grab your drink, then turn away and roll your eyes.

[So much for being civil]

You sip on the new drink as you dance with the group. You watch as Sam fawns over Morgan, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. It warms your heart to see him so happy.

You turn around and reach into your pocket with your free hand to pull out your phone.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

You smile, putting your phone back in your pocket, and turn back around only to be met with two drinks down your shirt. Yours, and someone else's.

"What the-" You look up to see Ryan standing there, inches away from you.

"Oops!" He states.

"Ryan, what the fuck?" Natalie exclaims, scooting to stand next to you.

"Yo, dude, what was that for?" Levi asks.

"It was an accident…" Ryan rudely smirks.

"Just be chill." Levi replies.

"Nat's got you whipped, huh?" Ryan moves to wrap his arm around Levi's shoulder. "Gotta take her side all the time?"

"Ryan, chill." Levi scolds.

"Oh, speaking of being whipped… Y/N, looks like your famous fuck buddy is finding a new fling to fuck."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You snap.

He pulls out his phone and opens up Twitter, smirking as he pulls up a photo and turns his phone around. You see Niall and Harry at the club, with a girl sitting in between them. She has her head thrown back and one hand placed on each of their arms as she laughs. Niall is joining in a laugh, and Harry has a smile on his face, with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks at his phone.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and Natalie scoots next to you to take a look.

"Oh my god." She rolls her eyes. "That's Lou."

"Stop being such a dick, Ryan, and walk away." You state.

"I wouldn't be such a dick, if you weren't such a bitch!" Ryan shouts.

"Okay, no, don't talk to my sister like that!" Sam defends.

"Your sister is a slut, Sam!" He points at you, with his finger a few inches from your face.

"That's enough!" Sam shouts back.

Ryan's hands come up and shove Sam backwards into Morgan. Instantly, one of the staff members walks up and grabs Ryan by the arm, leading him away

"Fuck you guys!" Ryan shouts back to your group, before being forced out of the entrance.

"Oh. My. God." Natalie exclaims.

"I can't believe I was friends with that piece of shit." Levi wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"Me either." Natalie adds. "Are you alright, honey?"

You nod. "Yeah. Just want another drink… or two…"

"Y/N, maybe we should go…" Sam states.

"No! I'm not ending the night like that."

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry's glad he came to Vegas with Niall. He likes having a break from the chaos of their schedule and all the controversy that's being created around the band's hiatus announcement. And he is glad that you're having your own fun. He knows you deserve it, too.

He does miss you though.

Harry pulls his phone out of his back pocket as it vibrates, and sees your name on the screen. He subtly smiles and motions to Niall that he is taking the call from you.

He walks into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, and swipes to answer.

"Well, hello-"

"Harry!"

"How are you, love?"

"You're gonna get mad… pretty mad… hey, but you're pretty already!"

"Wha-..."

"That stupid asshole!"

"What happened?"

"Ryan was here… (Sam, stop, I'm fine)... He was such a dick!"

"What? What did he do?"

"I miss you… (For sucks fake! No wait, for fucks sake, Sam)... I just want to cuddle with you, H."

"Y/N, what did Ryan do?"

"It's stupid. He spilled his drink on me, and I don't know… other stuff. He pushed Sam… Sam, who isn't letting me walk home!"

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm drunk." He hears you giggle.

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"The margaritas were so goo-... Wait, what?"

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"No! I mean… yeah that was right, the right word. No!… enjoy Niall's birthday, I'm fine."

"Please go home with Sam."

"Harry…"

"Please. I love you, Sunshine."

"Okay. I love you too."

Harry hangs up, clenching his jaw as he stares at his phone. He walks back to the booth where the rest of the group are sitting.

"So, lover boy, did you need to send Y/N some goodnight kisses?" Louis jokes.

"That fucker Ryan was there." He grits his teeth as the words come out of his mouth.

Louis' eyes get wide. "Oh shit."

"She said he was being a dickhead to her and now she's completely wasted." Harry grabs his empty glass and his knuckles turn white.

"What're ya gonna do?" Niall asks.

"I'm sorry, mate. M'gonna pack and leave tomorrow. I've gotta be with her." Harry replies, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, 'course! Take a swing at 'im for me!" Niall throws a punch in the air.

"M'not gonna hit him."

[Although it would feel really good]

"Damn." Louis chuckles.

~~~~~

Sept 15th, 2015

You wake up in your childhood bed with a massive headache.

[Yeah, this time, not worth it]

You groan as you attempt to sit up, swinging your feet off the bed, and feeling someone on the floor.

"Good god…" Natalie growls.

"What happened last night?"

"Margaritas." She grabs her head and sits up. "Lots… of margaritas."

You squint as you finally open your eyes. You pick up your phone from the bed to check for any calls and texts you may have sent.

"I called Harry." You chuckle. "That had to be interesting."

"At least you didn't call an ex." She states.

"Oh god…" Your memory starts to come back. "Ryan."

"Oh shit, yeah… Ryan…" she scowls.

"Maybe that's why I called Harry." You pull in your upper lip as you press the call button. "Should probably check that out."

It only rings once before he answers.

"Hey Sunshine!" He exclaims.

"How are you always so chipper in the morning?"

"Coffee."

You groan and he chuckles.

"Crazy night, yeah?"

"You could say that… I called you, I guess?"

"Mhmm." He responds, and you can tell he is smirking.

"Oh god. I'm sorry." You bring your palm to your forehead.

"S'alright, love. It just let me know you'd need some breakfast burritos today."

"Right, so are you sending some from Vegas?" You giggle.

"Umm… yeah, something like that."

"No you didn't."

"I did. And they should be there any moment."

Suddenly you hear the doorbell ring.

"Rockstar and a psychic. We'll have to capitalize on that!"

You hear him quietly chuckle as you make your way to the front door.

"Enjoy your food, Sunshine."

"Thank you, H."

You swing the door open after hanging up, and almost drop your phone.

"Hey! What-... What are you doing here?"

"Delivering breakfast burritos." Harry grins, holding up a restaurant bag full of food.

"Wha-… umm… thank you!" You lean in for a quick kiss. "I don't understand though… you're here early…"

You move aside to let him in, biting your lower lip as you walk with him to the kitchen.

[So… Harry Styles is in your childhood home]

He takes a quick scan around as he puts the bag on the counter, giving you a chance to take in the sight of him. He's just wearing a polka dot button up and jeans, but he looks delicious.

"This is exactly what I thought this home would look like." He states, looking back at you with a smile.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm happy you're here."

"Me too." He gives you a lingering kiss. "I hated hearing you so upset."

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. "Oh god. Is that why you came early?"

"I don't want that wanker upsetting you ever again." He states, gritting his teeth as the words leave his lips.

"I don't plan on seeing him again." You shrug. "And what about Niall's party?"

"Niall understands. He told me… punch Ryan for him." He chuckles.

"Harry…" you clear your throat. "What about your meetings?"

"Easily rescheduled, love."

"Oh god." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You didn't need to do that."

"Are you upset that I'm here?" He asks, placing his hands on your hips.

"No!" You wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm just upset that I made you feel like you had to be, and that you changed your plans for me."

"What?" He pulls his head back to look you in the eyes. "I want to be. Everything else can wait."

You pull him in for a kiss, moving your hands up his neck slightly to entangle your fingers in his hair.

"You come first." He whispers.

"I…" you stutter.

"I love you."

"I love you." You state, pulling away so that your lips are just barely touching.

"And I'll love you too if some of that food is for me." You hear from the kitchen entrance.

"Hey Nat." He reaches in the bag and hands her the tin foil wrapped breakfast.

"I knew I liked you." She chuckles.

"You just said you'd love me!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's getting there." She chuckles, taking a bite of the burrito.

"Yeah, okay…" he rolls his eyes. He grabs another out of the bag and hands it to you.

"I'm actually gonna take a shower first." You grab his face and give him three pecks on his lips. "Are you gonna be okay here with each other?"

"Yeah, I'll be alright." He replies with a chuckle.

"Oh, I was talking to Nat." You stick your tongue out between your teeth and head to the bathroom.

You take a quick shower, rinsing off the vibes from the night before.

You head back to the kitchen where you hear lots of chatting and laughing.

"... she wore them everywhere… it got quite annoying, but at least I knew where she was!"

"Oh my god." You utter as you turn the corner. Your eye catches Harry first, then Natalie, and then your mom. She's holding out a photo album and has it displayed in front of Harry.

"Hello Twinkle-Toes!" He grins, causing you to hit your palm against your face.

"Mom! Why?" You exclaim.

"No, this is good!" Harry states. "Now I know to get you tap shoes for Christmas!"

You glare as you walk over to stand next to him, closing the album, and feeling his hand immediately wrap around your waist.

"Christmas?" Your mom quietly asks.

"Yeah! Maybe we can coordinate to get a matching tutu!" He chuckles, opening the album back up and pointing to another one of your childhood photos.

Your mom subtly looks over and smiles your way.

"Well then." She clears her throat. "I'm glad you're here Harry. It's so nice to finally meet you, but I have to run some errands."

"I'd love to help, if that's okay?" Harry states.

Your mom's eyes widen as she shoots them over to you quickly before looking back at him. "Oh! Yes! That would be a big help. Thank you, Harry."

"F'course! You're the bride after all. Shouldn't be running around town."

You look up at him and a flood of adoration flows through you.

[Yup, perfect man to meet your mom]

You look back at your mom, who you can tell is holding off some tears as she looks over to you.

She clears her throat again and grabs the photo album. "Well, I'll put this away for now and I'll… just… take a nice long bath."

As she walks out of the room, Harry looks down at you with a big smile.

"Think I made a good impression?" He asks nervously.

"Are you kidding?" You rest both hands on his shoulders and stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "She might keep you here!"

"Ooh, then I could see more photos running around in your undies." He exclaims, causing you to smack his arm.

"You see that already." You smirk.

You hear footsteps around the corner, and your brother suddenly appears.

"I was told there are burrit-... oh!"

He stops in his tracks as he sees the two of you.

"Hello. I'm Harry." He reaches his hand out to shake Sam's.

"Umm, hi. I'm Sam, Y/N's brother." He replies, his eyes between your face and Harry's.

"F'course, she talks 'bout you loads." Harry hands him a burrito from the bag. "Here ya go, mate."

Sam unwraps the food and takes a big bite, humming as he nods.

"Alright, man. You're approved." He states, his mouth still full, and giving Harry a thumbs up.

"Oh, 'ppreciate it." He chuckles, then looks down to you. "So, what can I help with?"

~~~~~

You run a few errands together, but mostly take Harry to different places around your town that have some significance for you. You take him to the local bakery where you fell in love with your mini tarts, and now sit on a bench in front of your favorite view.

"Okay, Edith is the best. I can't believe she's had the bakery for forty years." He takes a bite of his tart and lets out a pleased moan. "Never mind, I can fully believe it."

"She loved you! I was worried for a moment." You chuckle.

He swallows his bite. "I could go back there…"

"She has fake teeth, Harry." You reply.

"So this place…" he changes the subject as he looks out to the field of sunflowers in front of you.

"It's one of my favorite places in the world." You admit, looking down at the pastry in your hands.

"Why's that?" He asks, looking genuinely intrigued with that powerful stare when he gives someone his attention.

"They're beautiful." You clear your throat. "But, umm, they also represent a lot of good things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like… happiness. And… optimism, and peace. I… I came here all the time after my father left."

Harry scoots even closer to you, grabbing one of your hands with one of his.

"Just looking at them made me feel… safe." You add. "That's why they're my favorite flower."

Harry squeezes your hand and gives you a tender kiss on the temple.

"Sunshine…"

"Yeah?"

"What did Ryan do last night?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

"What? Why-"

"Last night, you said he did 'other stuff'. Please, I just wanna know."

"Umm…" you clear your throat. "From what I remember… he called me a bitch…"

You feel his hand clench tighter onto yours.

"He… umm… called me a slut, and…" Now you see his jaw clench and a knot starts to form. "Harry…"

"There's more?"

"He tried accusing you of cheating."

"What?" His chest starts rising and falling quickly, causing you to take deep breaths with him as your rub his hand with your thumb.

"He showed me a photo someone posted of you at the club." You see his eyes widen. "It was of you, Niall, and 'a girl' he thought you were flirting with."

"Y/N, I didnt-"

You squeeze his hand tighter now. "I know, H. Besides, it was Lou in the photo."

"Were you worried? Tell me honestly."

"Not even for a second." You smile, which causes him to grin. "H, I feel safe with you. And I trust you."

"I should've been ther-"

"Harry. Stop. Please don't do that. Not again." You take a deep breath to remove the small amount of anxiety that starts to creep its way in. "I'm fine, and I had people there to help. Natalie would've throw down if she had to."

You both chuckle.

"M'sorry, Sunshine. You're right. As long as you're alright, then m'alright too."

You look right into his eyes and can't stop the butterflies fluttering about. You're in your favorite place, with your favorite person, and everything just feels so right.

He rests the remaining piece of his tart on his lap and presses his hand on your cheek, gently placing his lips on yours. You match his movements and exhale heavily as his tongue slides inside your mouth.

He finally pulls away to catch his breath and rests his forehead against yours.

"I think this is now one of my favorite places in the world too."

~~~~~

Sept 18th, 2015

Things have been so sweet and simple with Harry around this week. You've had family hangouts every night, and Dave has become this biggest One Direction fan. You've watched movies as a family, and you've enjoyed laying on Harry's chest, both trying to steal handfuls of popcorn from each other's hands like you used to. Anything you do with him is wonderful, but being like this together has just grown your love for him.

The wedding tonight is going to be simple- in the backyard, chairs and tables for just a few close friends and family, with lights strung up- so there isn't much to do this morning.

You quietly wander out to the living room where Harry is asleep on the couch. You so desperately wanted to share your bed, but that twin mattress was just not allowing the two of you to do so.

You bite your lip, kneeling down next to him, as he lays on his back with one arm under his head. You gently place a kiss on his lips and notice a small smile start to appear.

"Mmm. G'morning Sunshine." He moans, sleepily.

"Everyone is asleep, wanna come to my room?"

With his eyes still closed, a small pouts appears on his face. "I don't fit on the bed, remember?"

"I wasn't suggesting we sleep…" you whisper, and his eyes immediately snap open.

You hold out your hand to get him off the couch, but he pulls you on top of him, causing you to giggle. He grabs the back of your head and passionately presses your lips together. He moans as you bite his lower lip and he bucks his hips up towards you.

"Come on." You whisper.

He lets you pull him up and lead him to your bedroom. He gently closes the door and makes his way over to sit on your bed.

You stand in between his legs as he runs his hands up and down your back, looking up and smirking.

You kneel down and tug on his shorts, causing him to lift up enough for you to slide them, and his briefs, down his legs.

He gasps as his cock springs up and you lick up his base.

"Fuck, Sunshine. M'so hard already."

You perk up and lean forward, kissing him lustfully as your hand grabs his base and you gently stroke him up and down.

"Oh my god." He breathes out. "I need to feel you babe, please."

You give him one last kiss and kneel back down, licking the tip of his cock. You open your mouth and slowly take him in.

"Mmm. I've missed you, like this."

You hum against him and he quietly moans out again. You take him deeper and he grabs your hair. You stroke your hand in rhythm with your mouth and use your other hand to cup his balls.

"Oh fuck." He grunts. "Fuck it feels good."

You remove the hand on his cock and take him all the way to the back of your throat. His legs shake from the sensation and he lets out a low moan.

"Shit, m'not gonna last… last much longer." He hisses as you take him deeper once again. You hum against him and cup his balls again.

"M'gonna… m'gonna cum… oh god Y/N… s-safe?"

"Mhmm." You agree, nodding slightly, and he grips your hair tighter.

"Fuck… m'gonna… oh, babe, fuck." He moans. You feel his muscles tense up and his cock start to throb as he releases all the way to the back of your throat. You massage your balls as he works through his orgasm, making sure you swallow everything he expells.

"Shit, m'sorry I didn't last longer." He states, placing his finger under your chin to look up at him, as he tries to catch his breath. "S'been too long since we've done things, and it felt so good."

You shake your head. "Don't need to be sorry, H. I just wanted you to feel good. Did you?"

His mouth drops open slightly and he frowns. "F'course I did, Sunshine. Now I want to return the favor…"

You suddenly hear the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on.

"Oh for fucks sake." He mutters, causing you to giggle.

"Rain check? Not that anyone cares, just… don't need my family hearing me scream your name." You wink, giving him a kiss on the lips as he nods and stands to bring his briefs and shorts up.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, don't say that shit. Can't go out there with m'dick standing at attention."

You both chuckle and you pull him in for another intense kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom.

You make it to the kitchen to look for some breakfast, not finding many choices. As you close the fridge, you turn around to see Harry standing behind you and smirking.

"What?" You giggle, feeling a little blush rush to your cheeks.

"It's just nice doing normal things with you." He smirks again, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. He slides one hand up from the back of your neck, into your hair, and presses his lips against yours.

He suddenly smacks your ass and you pull away, giggling. "Speaking of normal… there's basically nothing here for breakfast. I'm thinking we should go back to Edith's to grab some coffees and pastries for everyone?"

His eyes grow wider. "Yes! Maybe I can finally get her number!"

You let out a big laugh. "And then maybe I can get free baked goodies!"

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

The ceremony was short and sweet. He loved watching you standing up at the front, in your short and flowy pink dress, smiling as you listened to the vows. It sort of reminded him of his mum's wedding to Robin.

The reception isn't over-the-top either. They have kept it intimate, with a short list of guests, and a small buffet to indulge in. It all seems perfect for them.

Harry sits down next to you to eat, and places his hand on your thigh. He sees you look over at him and wink.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." He replies, feeling the flutter in his heart.

[He loves those words leaving your bright, beautiful lips. Those words that only he gets to hear, at least being spoken with that meaning]

He can't remember if he's always been so sappy, or if the wedding is bringing it out in him, but he knows he's never felt this way about anyone else.

Once the plates are cleared, the local DJ they've hired announces that it is time to dance. He feels your hand grab his as you try to pull him up.

He chuckles. "I feel like you should know me better than that…"

"Boo, you snooze." You poke your tongue out at him. "You at least owe me a slow dance!"

"Deal." He chuckles, as you walk away.

He watches you laugh with your mom, and embarass Sam when you dance with his girlfriend.

He loves seeing you happy, and free, and fully yourself.

[He can't believe he almost missed all of this]

He shakes the thought out of his head before it takes over him too much.

He pulls out his phone and rests his elbows on his knees, unlocking the screen and finding the camera. He presses the button to start recording, wanting you to have these memories forever, and so he can keep them too. Something he can go back to whenever he misses you. Just like the one he recorded the night of the rooftop party.

He notices Dave headed his way, and he stops the video, returning his phone to his pocket.

Dave takes a sit next to him and gives him a quick pat on the back.

"Having a good time, Harry?"

"Yes. Thank you for letting me be a part of it." He replies.

"Well, you're a big part of Y/N's life, and she's a big part of Maureen's, which means she's a big part of mine too."

Harry nods.

"You know, Harry, I had known a lot about Y/N before I finally met her, which was only about seven months ago…" he looks over at you and his new wife, displaying a big smile across his face. "But Maureen says she's never seen Y/N so happy. And I can see it too. So, thank you."

Dave smiles at Harry then rests his hand on Harry's shoulder. They both look over to you and your mom, twirling around on the dancefloor.

"I can't imagine my life without this little family of theirs." Dave states softly.

Harry looks down again, clearing his throat as he starts feeling a blush form on his face. "Yeah, me… me either."

[And he never wants to again]

"We're two very lucky men, Harry."

"Yes. Yes we are, Dave."

"Hey." Dave whispers. "I was going to pick a song to play for them, want to help me?"

Harry smirks. "I'm in."

~~~~~

As you twirl around the dancefloor with your mom, you glance over to where Harry and Dave were just sitting, but frown when you don't see either.

"This next song is a slow one folks, so grab someone you love and make your way to the dancefloor." The DJ announces.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and twist around to see Harry grinning as he offers his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?"

"I thought you don't like to dance." You reply.

"I owe you one, remember? I like dancing only if it's with you…"

"I think that was the cheesiest thing I've heard come out of your mouth!" You giggle.

"Wanna dance or not?" He asks, following up by sticking his tongue out at you.

You bite your lower lip and nod, resting one hand in his and the other on his shoulder, scooting in close to his body. His scent and his warmth are always so comforting, and he looks good in his white button up shirt with the blue leafy print. You are grateful you allowed yourself to feel things again, because this is the best you've ever felt.

[Cherished. Like how your mom feels with Dave]

As the first chords of the song play and lyrics come through the speakers, your eyes widen and they stare into his.

I've figured it out

I've figured out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe we had to take some time

"Oh my god, tell me you did not request to play this…" you chuckle.

"Actually, I didn't. Dave did. He's a big 1D fan, y'know."

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it til the end

Nothing can come between

You and I

You turn around to see your new step-dad swaying with your mom, as he sings the lyrics to her. He looks over and nods towards the both of you.

I figured it out

Saw the mistakes of up and down

Meet in the middle

There's always room for common ground

You look back to Harry and let out a happy exhale. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his cheek rest on the back of your head. He throws his hair up into a bun and proceeds to wrap his arms snuggly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go.

He quietly sings the second chorus to you, and tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes. You tighten you hold on him and sing along.

[This is one of the most rom-com moments you've ever had, but you don't want to be anywhere else]

We can make it if we try

You and I

You and I

Oh you and I

You lift your head and bring his head forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

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[strawbearisamu]

for a day like this

timeskip! hanamaki takahiro x gn! reader

summary: a coincidence on a train ride home leads to a confession and kissing in the rain.

note: requested by anon :) here, semi long one guys

cw: light swearing, semi makeout scene

wc: 1.8k 

the sky shrouded by a dense fog, the blue of it completely concealed by a covering of wooly grey clouds. rain continuing to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard a disembodied female voice announce the departure of the train. you sighed, train starting to move as you look out your window only to see a strike of lightning, the muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of the impending consequences of today's events.

"miss..miss...excuse me miss?" shaken from your daze, you meet the face of a middle aged woman carrying an infant and a young child, "miss, would you mind switching seats with me? there just isn't enough space for my baby's breastfeeding equipment on the other side." she asked apologetically, "even though i specifically requested it," mumbling the last part under her breath.

you press your lips in to a small smile, grabbing your things as she thanked you in relief, your eyes light up at a familiar shade of strawberry brown, occupying the very seat next to the one you were supposed to replace, "makki?" you couldn’t help the grin as called out from behind.

he whipped his head towards you, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he eyed you a few times. as if making sure you weren't a fake, making sure the familiar resonance and tenor of your voice, the one he replays to himself some nights, making sure it wasn't just an auditory hallucination. "y/n."

eyes lighting up with excitement, you speed up towards him, engulfing his sitting form in a warm hug, arms wrapped around his neck as he breaths in your scent.

"missed me huh?" you don't miss the playful glint in his eyes as you finally let him go. "yeah," a beaming grin displacing the forlorn look on your face.

"what were you doing in the city?" you asked, squeezing past him into the window seat as he towered over to the side of the walkway to make room, you see his eyes glaze over for a split second before he says "just a reunion with the boys."

"how are they! you guys were always quite the gang."

"yeah," he paused, slight hesitation lingering in his voice, "they're good i mean, really good."

the thunder crackling, a shot of lightning briefly lighting the gloomy sky as the scenery beyond your cabin window blurred with the speeding train.

"you look awful," he says, words slipping out absentmindedly, his eyes widening in absolute horror as he spluttered an apology, rambling on, "not as in you're ugly but your clothes, your stuff, it just looks a little...disheveled."

you burst into laughter, the first time today, "my bag was stolen today, some guy on a motorbike snatched it and knocked me over, it was crazy! i tried chasing him too!" you recounted the story again, but for the first time today, in humour.

"pfft, sorry not the point, you tried chasing him?" his mouth curving into his signature lazy grin.

"what's your point strawberry head?" narrowing your eyes at him as he raised his hands, pleading innocence. "you okay though?"

"i'll survive, can't say the same for my job, had some really important work documents there, weren't supposed make copies, now they're gone."

"oh..."

"yeah, i'm so pissed but well the jury will be out after the weekend," you sighed, "but anyway should we be talking about how you look just as bad as me, makki?"

a boyish laugh resonates from him, it does something to you, the familiar scratchiness of it inscribed in your mind from long ago. the corner of his eyes crinkled, "shit i guess i do," he said. "mhmm," you hummed, nodded along in laughter.

"the reunion," he cleared his throat, "i mean first off, this is not even close to being as bad as your day," he precautioned.

"just get on with it," you rolled your eyes.

twisting and fiddling the ring on his pinky, "just saw everyone doing really well, what with oikawa and iwaizumi being on olympic teams, even mattsun has a steady career and plan you know? i think i'm second guessing myself? i thought i was living life, having fun, but sometimes everything feels like filler before death.”

you nodded along to him, listening intently. you had always known makki to be more of a free spirit so this was rare.

"we all have those days," you mumble under your breath.

you let a comfortable silence fall between you, rummaging your bag for the slightly squished convenience store sandwich and your earphones.

"it’s tough huh, trying to find our place now.” you said, handing him one side of your earphones.

“yeah, so much easier when you’re two dumbasses goofing around, playing with erasers and tic tac toe during class," he slotted in the bud, and you do the same, as the ambient music filled your ears.

“you and mattsun?" you probed.

“no you, you and me.” for second his playful facade falters. his eyes lingering on yours as you held each other captive, your stare burning through his enigmatic grey eyes, a raw emotional intensity that made it seem like time had slowed down, neither of you finding the courage to make a move in the moment of impenetrable tension.

"i guess the rain is quite fitting for a day like this." you finally dared to look away, taking in the storm weathering just beyond your window, "but somehow i feel a little better now makki. maybe it's your pink hair."

"you do love it," he said, "i feel a little better too," he whispered, and you barely catch it.

—

he took a deep breath in, releasing it in a heavy sigh. “miyagi air right? nothing like it.”

“can’t tell if you’re a free spirit or an old man now.” you stepped off the platform, bags in hand.

"let me walk you tonight. you don’t have an umbrella.”

“neither do you?” you pointed out, handing him one of your bags as the both of you walked towards the exit.

"don't worry, i've got a plan," he winked a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

—

the wind howls, your hair violently blowing into his face, "this was your genius plan makki? run a little faster will you!" you shout over the blaring pour of the rain, incredulous.

"easy for you to say, you're not the one hauling your heavy ass bag." one of your bags slung around his shoulder, arms stretched around the both of you as he holds his jacket up for cover. well, your cover, his exposed side completely drenched.

"we're close," you called out, awkwardly trudging across the puddle ridden road, his warmth emanating from beside you as your heart raced in your chest, though you couldn't decide if that was the rain or makki, more probably both you finally decided.

"we actually made it in one piece." you breathe a sigh of relief as you finally made it under the roof of your home, catching your breath a little as he twisted his rain soaked jacket.

"what are you waiting for? aren't you gonna open it?" he asked.

"okay what?"

"open the door?"

"i don't have the keys, they got stolen remember?" you said dubiously, now working the water out of your clothes as he gave you a baffled look.

"what? how are we gonna get in?

"well i assumed you had the keys?"

"how in the world would in have your keys?"

"in that confe-, letter i gave you? said you were here all the time you might as well have the key and gave you a key?"

"letter? what letter, y/n?"

"wait the letter...you didn't receive it?" the colour in your face drained, you took a sudden notice to his drenched figure.

"you're soaked dumbass." you say in an attempt to quickly move on, unzipping your bag to pull out a fresh t-shirt. he tries to stop you but you don't let him.

"shut up just let me do this makki." you pull on his forearm, tugging him down to meet your eye-level, his face inches from yours as you gently pat his face and neck dry.

"is this just an excuse to kiss me?" the same lazy smirk playing on his face again but his expression morphs into an unreadable one, eyes clouding, "the letter," he whispered looking down at you, his bangs skirting his lashes as you dabbed his cheek with a t-shirt.

"you wish you could kiss me," you joke.

"i do wish," he doesn't.

"was it a confession?" you didn't answer him, "can i kiss you makki?" the burning desire held off long enough as you somehow found the courage to ask.

makki broke into a smile, clumsily taking your hands in his, hurriedly dragging you back into the rain shower. hard rain hitting you, massaging your head, but even as you felt your senses become overwhelmed your attention was still singly engrossed by the man in front of you.

"what are you doing? i just patted you dry!" you reprimanded him, shouting over the pour of the rain, looking up at him, now 6'1, his soft gaze easily slipping past your faux stern one.

"it's more dramatic this way," he whispered, his hand gently caressing your face, thumb running circles on the now flushed apples of your cheek, his eyes becoming clearer to you as you finally begun to understand the liquid grey eyes that held you captive for so long. your heart speeding up again, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach.

you tiptoed a little, eagerly reaching a hand into his now drenched strawberry pink hair that you were always so fixated on. he responded in kind, securing an arm around your waist, hoisting you up, you body colliding into his warmth, lower lip tingling a little as he traced it with his slightly calloused thumb. finally, he cups your jaw, taking your lips in his.

his lips warm, soft, impossibly plush against your own, the soft tickle of your hair on his cheek, your honeyed taste playing on his tongue, the shared warmth between you melding into one, your heartbeat synchronous, in perfect parallel with your harmonised movement. lips slightly parted, he bit your lower lip as you moaned a little.

"you think the neighbours can see us?" you pulled away, holding his cheeks in your hands, still in a slight daze.

"don't know, don't care."

"when did it become a drizzle?" you asked as he shrugged in response, desperate to capture your lips in his again.

and you guys stood there, in the light drizzle of the rain, soft rays of sunlight finally peaking through the glum clouds, making out for the audience of your entire neighbourhood, enjoying the petrichor of the rain. because yeah you were still locked out of your house, yeah you were probably getting fired and yeah he still didn't know shit about what he was gonna do, but everything seemed just a little bit better.

"i guess the rain was quite fitting for a day like this.”

sol's comments: can you tell i have no idea how to write a makeout scene? :")

m.list | each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

[hangezoeenthusiast]

My L'Manberg

this little piece right here, what if we, as the reader, blew up manberg (l'manberg), in the place of wilbur, and wilbur took the place of philza. this is in honor of wilbur getting revived.

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

warnings: explosions, yelling, death/dead body, cursing, angst, blood

(gif not mine! it’s on pinterest)

you were clapping for wilbur, in fact, most of the people was clapping for him. pogtopia and the rest defeated schlatt and his tyranny. finally schlatt's corrupt self wouldn't poison l'manberg, turned manberg.

wilbur gave his little speech about equality and peace and bla bla bla. then wilbur said something that was actually for importance, "it would be hypocritical if i lead this nation, so, i give the presidency to tommy, elected president tommyinnit, can you come up to the stage?"

tommy looked shocked, he didn't know that he would be leader of this nation. he came up onto the stage and hugged wilbur and thanked him for the opportunity.

"wow, in a million years i never thought that i would be president. well, thank you for the opportunity for this."

then he said something that blew everyone's minds for the second time, "i also cannot be president, i still have to get my discs back, and as i try to get cat and mellohi back from you dream, i can't handle a nation at the same time, so for the time being, i give the presidency to tubbo."

tubbo also looked shocked, not knowing that he was also a choice for the presidency of l'manberg. "holy shit guys, i never thought i would be pres, thank you tommy and wilbur for this opportunity, umm, so-"

you didn't hear anything else of tubbo's little speech. "how could they ignore me, i'm worthy to be president too." you thought to yourself. why would they complete forget that you were also a presidential candidate for l'manberg. you were one of the founder members of that nation. you, wilbur, tommy, tubbo, eret, even though he was a traitor, you guys found that wonderful nation. where men and women and just basically everyone could go and emancipate, right?

no, it wasn't like that anymore, l'manberg couldn't be restored to its former glory. nothing could be the same anymore. so you made the decision to blow the place to smithereens. you bargained with dream for 11 stacks of TnT.

"what do i get out of this if i give you this?"

"i'll give you all the op shit, the op armor, potions, weapons, and most of all, power, after all, don't you want to hold yourself in a higher position than tommy?"

he complied after you sweet talked him. he gave you 11 stacks of the TnT. so then you went to your little hiding place, hidden behind two blocks of stone. you pickaxed the stone, went inside, then placed it back.

"hmmm, should i, i mean, this is stupid. tommy shouldn't be president, i should, you khow what, no one should, everything we went through, everything that i went through, what's the point of this stupid nation, judgement and death passed on to everyone like a piece of cake at a birthday party, why should i let a hypocrite run this nation?" you contemplated.

it was confusing, you wanted to be president, but at the same time, you wanted this nation gone. meanwhile the other side was chaos. on the other side of the stone, the lyrical scribbles of the l'manberg anthem on signs, there was death. the badlanders and dream killing citizens of l'manberg. technoblade killing badlanders. but one person got away from this, it was the one and only wilbur soot.

he knew your little spot, he had found it on one of his daily strolls along l'manberg. he found the little seat you placed right in front of the button. right, the button, the one that would set his, your, nation up in flames and destruction.

so he went to the little spot, knowing he would find you there, since you were missing from the surface. "y/n, what are you doing here?" he asked you. he knew what you wanted to do. "why are you doing this y/n, we won manberg, no l'manberg back, why you want to destroy it?"

you were furious, why would he ask you a ridiculous question. "BECAUSE WILBUR, YOU AND TOMMY AND TUBBO ARE HYPOCRITES, YOU ALL DON'T DESERVE TO BE PRESIDENT, I DO, OR NO ONE DOES." you yelled at him. "i seriously was about to push this button, why did you stop me?" you groaned. you were about to push the button before he came into the hiding spot.

you heard people try to get to you and wilbur. "noo, they can't come in here." you retaliated.

"you don't know how close i was going to push this button, 7-8 times i think. you can't stop me wilbur." you blankly stated.

"no, y/n, don't do this."

those five measly words didn't stop you. you said one finally thing before l'manberg would be gone, "wilbur, are you familiar with the traitor of this nation, eret, well he said something, it was never meant to be." those words from eret, the ones that would be one of your final statements of your life.

you pressed the button and everything went haywire. the stone in front of you guys exploded, scratching your skin, making it bleed. wilbur trying to cover your body from the explosion. people being launched in the air. people getting killed from their enemies. people being in shock of the sudden explosion that occured in l'manberg. they finally got it back, now suddenly ripped to shreds.

"MY L'MANBERG WILBUR, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED, IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS NO ONE CAN." you saluted wilbur. signs of the lyrics smashed across the ground. blood shed everywhere. people looking at you with horror.

"KILL ME WILBUR, KILL ME." you demanded him. "NO I CAN'T, YOU'RE MY FRIEND." he answered. "FUCK THAT, KILL ME, DRIVE YOUR SWORD IN MY CHEST, COME ON, KILLBUR, KILLBUR, KILL ME, COME ON MR. PRESIDENT, DO IT."

you threw a sword at him, "take my life right now, i can't handle the embarrassment, please kill me." you whispered at him. all you wanted was death. he picked up the enchanted diamond sword, and drove the sword right through your heart. "thank you wilbur." you told him. your final words, haunting him, ringing through his ears. everyone looking at him with shock.

your blood coating the sword. everyone looked at your dead body. but then, wilbur hugged you to his chest. "why y/n, we had everything, you had everything." he cried, and he cried, and he cried until phil came and consulted him. "it's ok son, it's ok, let it all out." he sobbed in phil's arms, hoping that this was a nightmare, and that you were alive, and that l'manberg was blown apart.

but no, it was reality, you died by his hand, l'manberg was done for, and everything was torn to shreds, never getting rebuilt ever again.

-

(This is a extra piece, let me know what you think about it.)

you woke up in your bed, feeling like shit. you remembered what happened, your TnT ruining l'manberg. wilbur driving your sword through your chest, the pain, your final last words.

you forgot that you didn't have one last life during the explosion, you had two left. the first canon life you lost was from dream, during the disc war. the second was by wilbur. wilbur, your savior, the one who gave you peace for once in your life. "so i have one last life huh?"

so, later on made a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere, pet enderman named bob, op potions, armor, and weapons. you kept yourself secret from everyone, making sure that no one would find out you were alive.

(this part was kinda poo, i just added it for no reason)

[morganaspendragonss]

so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 3

Request: Yes or No

~

You watched with slightly furrowed brows as Nick Fury walked into the kitchen, glancing at Lila when she pulled another crayon out of the box. You smiled softly at her butterfly drawing.

"That's great, Lila." You told her gently, earning a proud smile from the younger girl. She finished drawing, standing up and walking over to Natasha to show her. You picked up the crayons laying on the ground, sliding them back in the box. You looked over at Clint and his family as Fury talked about Ultron, a small sigh escaping you. You weren't expecting this to be so complicated. Then again, it was the Avengers. Everything was complicated with them.

"I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that." You blinked, zoning back in. Steve looked at Fury with a small frown.

"Nexus?"

"Every bit of data flows through there. It's located in Oslo." Bruce explained, pushing up his glasses with his index finger. Clint gently picked up a dart, inspecting it.

"So, what'd they say?" He asked, watching Tony collect the darts from the board. You looked at Lila when she sat beside you on the couch, pointing to her hair before facing away from you. You shifted towards her, beginning to gently braid her hair.

"He's fixated on the missiles but the codes are constantly being changed." Fury told them as he made himself a snack. Trying to stop a murderous robot with daddy issues from ending the world definitely hadn't been on your bucket list but then again, joining a family hadn't been on it either.

"By whom?" Tony asked, a dart flying by his face and hitting bullseye. You almost chuckled at the cheeky grin on Clint's face.

"We got an ally?"

"Ultrons got an enemy. That's not the same thing." Fury corrected Natasha, eating a small slice of cheese. You finished braiding Lila's hair, glancing at Laura.

"His mission.. Is mass destruction. Everything here will be laid in a grave." Fury looked between the Avengers. You frowned, making eye contact with Clint. His biggest fear was losing his family. The last thing you wanted was losing the Bartons.

"So, stand. Outwit the platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk." Natasha said softly, gaze locking onto the soldier. Steve's brows raised, an exasperated breath leaving him.

"You know what, Romanoff.." He trailed off as Natasha shot him a playful smile. Laura took a seat behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You can stay here. You don't have to go with them to stop this.. Robot." Laura said quietly, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You ran your fingers over Lila's braid, shaking your head.

"It's fine, I promise. I'll make sure to come back in one piece." You assured her with a small smile.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?" You looked forward at the mention of the scientists' name. You remembered her curiosity at your bracelets. A frown stretched across your face. She shouldn't have been left alone, especially when she had been there when Ultron first attacked.

"We need to get going." Steve called, glancing back at you. Everyone went off to change into their hero outfits.

"Hey, (Y/N), I got something for you." Clint said, motioning for you to follow him. You stood up, walking towards him and entering the room. Clint gave you a small grin, showing you the outfit. It was similar to his but with long sleeves. You smiled, running your fingers over it.

"I wouldn't want you getting shot so it's bulletproof and works in all types of weather. From now on, you are an Avenger."

"But.. I haven't finished-"

"You know what you need to work on and you'll continue to train." Clint smiled proudly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I've always believed in you."

"Thank you.." You whispered. Clint nodded, leaving the room so you could change. It was comfortable and flexible so you'd be able to move without difficulty. You felt a rush of excitement shoot through you. You were officially an Avenger. Well, in Clint's eyes anyway. You'd have to check in with Tony and Steve to confirm it. You stepped out of the room, hearing Laura coo. She looked you over, smiling.

"Oh, if you were in high school, this is probably how it'd feel like during prom night." She breathed out, giggling softly.

"Now, you two better return in one piece, alright?" Laura shot you and Clint a look. You gave her a nod.

"Yes, ma'am." Clint responded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Laura gave you both a tight, lingering hug before releasing you with watery eyes.

"We'll be back before you know it." Clint assured her, getting an unconvinced nod in return. You exited the house, heading towards the aircraft.

"Liking the new look, (L/N)." Natasha said, smiling widely as she walked beside you. You chuckled, glancing down at the outfit. You entered the aircraft, taking a seat.

"We'll drop Tony off in Oslo while we check on Dr. Cho. Stay alert and stay ready." Steve said, looking you over briefly. A small smile appeared on his face before he looked towards the front. Tony was dropped off at Nexus, the others heading off to Japan. You hoped you'd be able to stay longer than a few minutes next time. Norway seemed like a nice place to relax at. Steve was dropped off by the building while you remained with Natasha and Clint in the aircraft. You could hear everything Steve said and heard through the earpiece. You frowned upon hearing Dr. Cho's breathy voice.

"He's uploading himself into the body."

"Where?"

"The real power... Is inside the cradle. The gem.. It's power is uncontainable. You can just blow it up. You have to get the cradle to Stark."

"First I've got to find it. You guys copy that?" Steve asked. You stood beside Clint, looking over the busy city below. So many people unaware of the thing threatening them.

"We did."

"We've got a private jet taking off across town." Natasha said. "No manifest. That could be him." Your gaze darted from cars to people, anything moving that could be suspicious.

"There's a truck from the lab." Clint called. "Right above you, Cap. On the loop on the bridge."

"It's them." You swallowed, gripping the seat. You watched as Steve jumped onto the roof of the truck, reaching the back and being blown to the side. Clint drove through the city, catching the citizen's attention.

"Think you could help from up here?" Clint asked, glancing at you.

"I've never done this while moving." You reminded him, raising your hand. Cities provided little nature, apart from fake plants and small spots to make it pretty. You noticed some trees but they were by the sidewalk and the road. Clint lowered himself closer to the ground so Natasha could drop down on a motorcycle. Clint helped direct Natasha to the truck. You winced when Steve was thrown back onto a car, the cars beginning to topple over and crash.

"Who's gonna pay for their injuries?" You asked softly.

"Stark will handle anything their insurance doesn't cover." Clint replied, moving in front of the truck and shooting at Ultron. It had no impact on him, simply annoying him further. Three robots left the back of the truck, flying up. You felt your fingers tingle, raising your hand and causing a branch from a nearby tree to shoot out and go through the head of one if the robots, effectively stopping it.

"Take a seat and buckle in." Clint called. You quickly sat down, not in the mood to be thrown around the craft. You buckled in, sighing softly as your stomach did twists. You'd prefer land over air any time but it felt safer to be with Clint. You shut your eyes as the aircraft spun, probably shaking off the robots. Clint successfully got the robots off him so he turned, heading back towards the city.

"You okay?" Clint glanced back at you with a frown. You nodded, not trusting yourself not to vomit. Clint chuckled softly.

"You'll get used to it." Clint looked forward. You unbuckled your seat, getting up and walking back towards Clint. You rubbed your aching head, brows furrowing.

"Is that-"

"A flying truck? Yeah. Not the craziest thing you'll see."

"I can control plants, Clint. I'd say that's pretty tame." A laugh left Clint as he followed the truck.

"Got a clear shot. Want me to take it?"

"Negative, I'm still in the truck." Natasha replied. Clint blinked.

"The hell you doing in there?" He asked, following the truck from a safe distance.

"Just get ready to receive the package." Natasha told him. Clint turned the aircraft around, opening the back. You turned your head, noticing Natasha cutting the straps that kept the cradle in place and pushing it forward. She exited the truck as it exploded, the cradle getting inside but she was dragged out.

"Nat!"

"I can't see her and it's to high up for me to do anything." You said, looking at through the windows. Steve ordered Clint to go back to the tower but Clint would never leave his best friend behind.

"Clint, it's Nat. She'll be fine. If anything, she'll be the one rescuing us when we find her." You told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Clint swallowed, hesitating before following orders.

"She'll be okay." You assured softly. You looked back at the cradle, cautiously approaching it.

"Don't touch it-"

"Too late." You mumbled, fingers running over it. Your brows furrowed, looking over the body inside. It didn't look human. Not even close to one.

"What the hell is this?" You frowned, gaze drifting to the crystal. The one Dr. Cho said was uncontainable.

"I always thought I was magic." You said, looking up at Clint with a small smile. You hoped you could ease his mind or get him to become less anxious. You sighed, looking back down at the body before continuing.

"But then I found out I was everything but that."

[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

-

Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

-

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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[ladyc0312]

A Jikook Guide to RunBTS: 112-121

Yes, I'm still doing these! It's just happening more slowly than I'd like because writing for work + writing fic + trying to go to bed before midnight + so much amazing content being released that clearly must be poured over and dissected = less time to make guides. For anyone still with me, he's the next section!

Ep 112 “Dalbang School Part 1” (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

The ones with BTS in a classroom driving Teacher Jin insane

5:58 - JM declares that he and Taehyung will pair up (by being the first to hug each other in a game), but then when Hobi blows the whistle at 6:38, JK runs over to hug JM before Tae can get to him.

6:58 - Jin asks why JM said he wanted Tae and then hugged JK. JM explains that he didn't hug him, he just found himself in JK's hug as JK cackles in the background.

7:24 - When Jin blows his whistle at the class, JK and JM mirror each other in putting a finger in one of their ears.

7:35 - Teammates JK and JM are immediately on the same page about wanting their team name to be Kim Seokjin. When they have to change it, JM quickly picks up JK's suggestion that they call their team Bang Sihyuk. These don't sound like particularly unique moments, but when you watch it, it just really strikes you how in sync the two of them are in terms of physicality, ideas, and sense of humor.

9:52 - After Jin comments that he heard JM did very well in school, JK adds that JM was the top student. When someone else asks if JM was the best or second-best, JK forcefully reiterates that he was the best student.

12:45 - When they get a question right, JK and JM clasp hands and bump their shoulders together.

13:10 - JM and JK both goof around, speaking in satoori and challenging JHope to a fight of sorts.

13:27 - When Jin repeats that they got the question right, JK and JM do exactly the same as 12:45, but seated this time.

14:22, 14:36, 15:13 - In all three of these moments, JM nearly falls over laughing at something JK did that no one else found anywhere near as funny.

23:36 - When JK says he's good at this game, JM laughs and pokes JK in the chest with a marker.

BEHIND 2:30 - JM takes a selfie of him and JK with his personal phone while they're supposed to be paying attention to Jin.

6:35 - JK cheers on JM and calls him Jimin-ssi when JM announces he's doing well on this spot-the-difference round. When Jimin modifies the brag to say he only found four, JK says "that's still quite impressive."

Ep 113 “Dalbang School Part 2” (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

4:50 - We all know how JK is when he gets into his "focus" zone, especially in a competitive environment. But here, when JM rather rudely interrupts JK's melodica practice, JK just starts playing around with him and giggles.

7:41 - As RM & JH take their turn, jikook are whispering to each other in the back row.

11:42 - After quickly agreeing on a lunch option, jikook do a high five / handshake thing and then JM says "we think alike" and "we get along pretty well." JK responds "that's exactly it" and the on-screen captions tells us they are a "good match."

22:20 - This is where JK and JM start switching back and forth carrying each other on their backs to get under a limbo stick.

They go again at 23:35, 26:11, and 28:13.

And again at 30:22 and 32:16 and 34:30 because, even though they lost, they want to try to do it again to show that they can as a "matter of pride."

25:00 - JK points something out to JM and then pats his butt.

33:33 - JM announces they lost, and then jikook do another handshake / high five thing.

34:33 - JM does an... interesting pose for the camera where he puts his hand on a bent-over JK's back and smirks.

34:56 - Yet another handshake and JM pats JK on the back when they finally pass the limbo challenge.

BEHIND 5:55 - While examining the limbo setup, JM comments that JK is good at this. JK comes over to give a demonstration and JM watches him be silly with it and says "he's a strange kid" fondly.

6:21 - Another jikook limbo attempt - this one was cut because they did it too easily.

Ep 114 “League of Number One Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 1)

The ones where BTS play games with League of Legends world champions

3:55 - After Jimin protests that he shouldn't be out, JK tells his hyung to turn around and face the back.

14:40 - JK fake-boxes JM after losing the hammer game.

18:18 - JK mimics Jimin's BWL intro.

Ep 115 “League of Number One Part 2” (Ep: 2 / KM: .5)

BEHIND

7:05 - JK comes over to check on Jimin's phone to make sure he's actually visible in the selfie the teams take.

Ep 116 “Team-Building Special Part 1” (Ep: 4 / KM: 1)

The ones with random games in that rec room-looking place that are a lot more fun than they sound

22:14 - JM and JK play around with the jump rope during breaktime.

22:26 - JM and JK play around like they're boxing with each other.

BEHIND 5:15 - JK appears to take an interest in watching JM's... back as he moves around acting out potential poses.

Ep 117 “Team-Building Special Part 1” (Ep: 4 / KM: 2)

5:30 - Despite showing pretty much everyone else touching everyone else in the pose guessing game, we don't get a single shot here or in the behind of JK feeling up Jimin. The above photo proves that it happened, though, so definitely side-eyeing the editors, here.

BEHIND 5:35 - JK keeps throwing water bottles when they're supposed to be taking a group photo. Jimin pulls him back next to him and puts an arm around his neck. JK puts an arm around Jimin's shoulders in return.

7:51 - After it's explained that JK is staying late to watch Jin do his penalty, a packed-up Jimin comes over and stands next to JK, waiting until they're done to leave.

Ep 118 “Photo Story Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 3)

The ones where BTS play a Samsung-sponsored game involving getting specific pictures while a spy tries to ruin the fun

4:22 - JM appears to direct JK to go punish Tae and pats JK's back when he starts to obey. Something happens that we don't see when the angle changes - next thing we see, JM seems to be pushing JK? JM then giggles at JK pretending to beat up Tae. (After this, JK spins around like a ballerina. Not jikook-related, just adorable.)

29:51 - JK calls Jimin twice without adding "hyung."

32:28 - JM pulls JK along by the wrist. Meanwhile, J-Hope once again mixes up their names.

32:44 - Though there is now a group walking slowly together and he doesn't need to pull him along anymore, Jimin takes JK's hand again.

37:02 - There are a bunch of seats open in the room, but Jimin walks over to sit right next to JK.

BEHIND 5:40 - When JM tries to steal a post-it from JK, JK scolds him in satoori banmal. JM calls him out for not calling him with hyung and JK quickly apologizes (in a way some k-army jikookers have said is like how a married person would respond to their nagging spouse!).

6:09 - JK and JM meet up and JK tells JM he's exhausted. There's a kind of weird moment that I fully admit I may be reading too much into where JK seems to be walking right towards JM, then abruptly stops and turns, looking at the camera, before walking with Jimin in a different direction than he had been heading. Then, JM says he thinks their matching shirts are hilarious and that it's funny they're wearing them for the show.

Ep 119 “Photo Story Part 2” (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

8:21 - "You are me, I am you" moment: Jimin does a ballet spin the same way JK did in part one.

11:18 - JK is the only one to vote for JM to be able to keep a picture in other than Jin (who has nefarious reasons for doing so).

29:40 - JM goes over to help JK see how many of his photos the spy ruined and almost falls over laughing when it becomes clear it's nearly all of them.

34:21 - JM puts his hand on JK's shaking leg to help calm him (see above photo), but JK is so irritated that it doesn't work like it usually does. Poor bunny!

35:17 - JM pulls at JK's shirt and hand, then folds over his back while trying to get him to confess that he actually lost.

38:24 - JM has a comforting hand on JK's neck when he's acting upset about losing.

38:32 - When it seems like JK is struggling to come up with an ending statement, JM helps prompt him.

BEHIND

0:55 - JK talks about how amazing it is that Jimin found so many cards.

3:51 - When JK is playing with the sequin art on the front of his shirt, JM leans over and starts rubbing on them, too.

5:11 - Jimin tells JK that, if he wins, he's going to make the loser hike Mt. Achasan. JK asks why he's looking at him when he says that and they both laugh. Jimin pats JK's chest and they laugh even harder. Jin and Tae both have "omg, these two" looks on their faces.

Ep 120 “Reply BTS Village Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

The ones with a real-life Mafia game inexplicably set in a 1970s village. It's... fairly difficult to follow, but the guys are into it and the outfits are great!

24:40 - Jimin breaks character and laughs when asking JK if he's the culprit.

29:40 - Caption: "The air is undeniably tense between Gamer Jeon and Chief Park." Not explicitly jikook, I just find it funny that the writers seem to be playing with some real life relationships, making sope best friends and jikook have tension that leads to banter...

BEHIND

5:34 - When Jimin is playing with the yo-yo, JK expresses concern that he's going to hurt his fingers (caption: Kook is just worrying for his hyung). Then, JK asks poutily and in banmal if he can play with the yo-yo multiple times and Jimins says no. Like, JK straight-up gives his hyung a command ("let me try that") using informal speech and no one bats an eye!

5:58 - Jimin starts singing a song about an ants. JK watches him. JK initially says to Hobi "look, he's a fool/dummy!" (in banmal again), then starts singing along. He jokes that JM doesn't know all the lyrics and Jimin says back "quiet, you."

Ep 121 “Reply BTS Village Part 2” (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

38:48 - After having asked for it a bunch in the Behind of the previous episode, JK now has Jimin's yoyo.

non-jikook note: At the end of this one, they "time travel" to solve a mystery in Joseon-era Korea and I can't express how badly I want to see that. Please come back to that, Run!

BEHIND 0:58 - Jimin and JK play around accusing each other with exaggerated accents and formality. Jimin comes up behind JK and reaches out to touch his shoulder, but stops when Tae joins them and accuses them of plotting together.

9:05 - When JK says everyone else is so good at acting, Jimin compliments him that he was very funny towards the end.

[hopelesshunny]

the love languages part iv: quality time (f.w)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred wakes y/n one morning so that he can take her on a secret adventure.

warnings: kissing, mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of eating/food, mentions of marriage/engagement.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i was so excited to write this part as unlike the previous part of this series, quality time is my personal love language. i'm also quite excited to write the final part of this series as well as finish and post a number of wips so get ready for lots of writing soon!! luv ya'll so much.

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part i // part ii // part iii

A quiet groan left Y/N’s mouth as the sun pushed its way through the sheer drapes of hers and Freds shared bedroom. As she began to regain consciousness she could hear the birds chirping outside the window, excited for the morning, she could smell the familiar scent of fresh coffee brewing, but most importantly, she could feel the bed sheets beneath her instead of the comforting rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest. Sighing, she pushed herself out of bed and followed the smell that was escaping from the kitchen, slipper clad feet padding across the wooden floors.

“Mornin’ angel.” Fred smirked, pouring her a cup of coffee and placing it in her eager hands. “Thought I might have to carry you out of bed.”

“What time is it?” She muttered, laying her head against his chest as Fred placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circles.

“It’s 7 in the morning love.” He spoke into her hairline, causing her to pull back from him with a bewildered look.

“It’s Saturday, Freddie.” She exclaimed, still staring at him with a slack mouth.

“I know.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to the side of her head. “I’m taking you somewhere, so drink up.” He said, tapping the coffee cup before pulling himself from her to head back to their bedroom.

She turned to watch him as he sauntered down the hall, a smile forming on her lips at the sight of him. Lucky was an understatement, Y/N often thought that she must have been a saint in her past life and was being blessed in this lifetime with Fred Weasley. From the moment she saw him in first year, her in a uniform that seemed much too big for her body and he with flushed cheeks and a bright smile, she swore to herself that he was the man she was going to marry. In her second year when she watched him and George prank the Slytherins relentlessly and laugh loudly at their stunned faces, she remembered thinking that his laugh was like medicine, it could surely cure any illness. During third year she often found herself staring at Fred constantly from across the Great Hall, hoping that he would return the glance. Then came fourth year when she finally caught his eye, so much so that as he and George ran down the hall, attempting to escape some self-inflicted trouble, he almost ran directly into a wall due to his staring.

Since that moment that had been inseparable - it had begun as Fred’s adolescent attempt to flirt with her but grew into the most beautiful friendship she ever had, when she couldn’t get the hint that he was interested in being more than that. Which is why his invitation to the Yule Ball shocked her in sixth year and his early departure from Hogwarts destroyed her in seventh year. Looking back now all of that seemed silly, from that first glance she caught of Fred she knew that they would find their way together somehow and after the war when she finally had the nerve to walk back into the shop to see if he made it out alive that’s exactly what happened.

The heavy door to the shop creaked as she pulled it open, her heart had plummeted to her stomach as soon as she saw the building from down the street. She was scared, terrified that the ghastly war had taken Fred as its own, so scared that she had pushed off confronting the possibility of it until now.

“Hello?” She called into the empty space. “Freddie? George?” Please be alive, please be alive, is all her brain could muster up to think.

“Y/N?” A voice called from the back. “Y/N!” George shouted as he came into view, running towards her to smother her in a hug.

“Hi.” She spoke softly into his chest, still fearing the fate of his twin. “Fred?” She asked quietly when she pulled back from the hug, concern and worry lacing her features. But the raging storm of guilt and terror within her was calmed when George flashed her a genuine smile and turned to call towards the back room.

“Fred! It’s Y/N, she’s alive.” With that Fred came bustling out from the far end of the shop, his eyes bloodshot, hair messy but that golden smile still plastered on his face. When she saw him tears that she had been holding back for days came flooding down her face as he picked her up, wrapping his arms impossibly tight around her body. George chuckled to himself before making his way up the stairs leaving two lovers that were too stubborn to realize they were lovers to finally become lovers.

“You scared me Y/N.” Fred whispered into her neck. “I thought I’d lost you.” She let out a choked sob before pulling back to look at him.

“There was so much happening, I couldn’t find you.” She said. “And then once it was all over I was worried th-that something had happened and that you w-were.” She trailed off, trying to find the words that made the most sense to her in this very moment but before she could, he was softly shushing her, planting her feet on the ground and placing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“No need for any of that. I’m here, you’re here, we’re okay.” He spoke, her face in his hands. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you that I’m in love with you Y/N.” He chuckled, earning a giggle from her.

“Fred Weasley, I am way ahead of you on that one.” She retorted, leaning up to capture his lips with hers.

“Okay Weasley, where are we going.” She said, emerging from their bedroom to find Fred on the couch, his head resting back on his neck before snapping it forward at the sound of her voice.

“You know.” He started, getting up from the couch to move toward her, placing his hands on her waist. “I see you every single day and it still feels like that first time I almost snogged the wall trying to catch a glimpse of you.”

“Always a charmer, you were.” She giggled before he reached down to grab her hand, pulling her out the door and down the street. He swung her hand in his as he pointed out abstractly shaped clouds saying they looked like her hair in the morning or her butt when she leaned over to pick something up.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” She spoke.

“We’re going right here.” He said, pulling her into an ice cream shop. “Well, we’re starting right here.”

“Starting?” She questioned. “What do you have up your sleeve, Freddie?” He chuckled at her inquisitive state as she never really trusted Fred when it came to surprises because it typically ended in her hair being dyed a garish colour or something seemingly delicious tasting absolutely horrendous. But this surprise was good, he reassured her with a soothing hand on her back.

With ice cream cones finished and Y/N’s mind still wandering, the pair was now standing in a lush garden in the countryside, wisteria trees blowing gently in the summer breeze as Fred clasped his hands over her eyes. When he finally pulled them back to reveal the gorgeous sight in front of her all she could manage was a gasp, taken back by the pure beauty of the garden, so much so that she hardly saw the picnic blanket he must have set up ahead of time.

“It’s beautiful Freddie.” She whispered, her hand pressed against her chest in amazement.

“Just like you.” He said, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “Hermione actually told me about this place after she leant you that book about trees.” He chuckled, recalling the memory of his girlfriend passionately telling him about a different tree somewhere in the world every morning.

With that he ran and landed on the blanket with a thud outstretching his arms as giggles bubbled from her mouth. She gladly accepted his offer however, laying on the blanket with him, her back against his side as she gazed up at the bright blue sky, through a veil of wisteria, her hands finding his to gently run her fingers along his knuckles. From their position on the ground Fred had the perfect view of Y/N’s face, the face he had memorized so many years ago, the face that lit up the first time he had ever spoken to her and everyday since then.

He and George sprinted down the hall, Filch hot on their heels as boisterous laughter filled the air, adrenaline running through both their veins like hot lava, setting their bodies on fire. Then he saw her, coming around the corner, books clutched tightly to her chest as her eyes wandered out the window, but his remained solely on her. A little too much it seemed because when he finally forced his line of sight away from her, he found himself face to face with a wall, just inches away from having his face planted flat against it. He brought up on his heels before ducking away into a closet, George after running far ahead of him.

He cracked the closet door open just enough so that he could steal a look at her, he watched as she giggled and shook her head and then made her way down the hall. Was she laughing at him? Was she laughing at him because she thought he was funny? Or because she thought he was a fool? He thought about this for a moment before finally deciding that he could make either one of them work. Once the coast was clear and he was sure he was no longer being chased, Fred practically fell out of the closet and began sprinting down the hall again but this time in the opposite direction, in the direction of her. When he finally caught up to her, he layed a gentle hand on her shoulder causing her to turn towards him before he doubled over out of breath.

“Just give me, give me one second.” He said, holding his hand up to signal for her to wait. She chuckled at him as he then decided to take a seat on the ground still attempting to pump air into his lungs. Y/N sat on the floor of the hallway with him, pulling her knees up to her chest as he looked at her in surprise. “I’m Fred Weasley.”

“I know.” She said before giving him a shocked look, angry at her mouth for betraying her. “I mean, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I think we’re going to be great friends.” He replied, while she flashed him a smile that could light up the entire castle on the darkest of nights.

Great friends they were, if you consider great friends, people who can’t sleep without each other, kiss each other good morning and good night and just about a thousand times in between everyday, they were the best of friends, if best friends were in love with one another. Fred couldn’t imagine his life without Y/N in it, couldn’t bring himself to imagine being with someone else, she was all he ever wanted, all he’d ever need.

“Is that a squirrel over there?” Fred questioned. “Climbing up that tree?” He pointed to a tree in the distance, causing Y/N to sit up straight, shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand as she squinted in an attempt to see what Fred was on about.

“I don’t see a squirrel.” She scoffed. “You must be seeing things Fre-.” She started, turning around to see Fred kneeling on one knee in front of her, a silver ring propped up in a velvet box grasped in his hands as his eyes searched hers. Shock ran deep on her face and a rush of nerves took over Fred as he couldn’t quite read her reaction.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve thought about asking you to marry me almost everyday since fourth year and hell if I had a ring back then I would’ve done it. But I have one now so I’m asking-.” Fred began, still tentatively studying her face.

“Yes!” She cut him off, launching herself into his arms. “Yes, I’ll marry you any day and I would’ve married you when we were fifteen if you asked.” She peppered his face with kisses as he laughed loudly, slipping the ring onto her finger. Tears pricked her eyes as she pulled back to look at the new addition to her hand but her eyebrows knitted themselves together at the collection of numbers engraved in small font on the underside of the band.

“Numbers?” She questioned, shooting him a quizzical look as he chuckled.

“Coordinates.” He responded. “To the exact wall I almost hit the first time I saw you.”

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Stay Strong, Alex - Part 4

Part 1

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Kara is looking out of National City from the DEO headquarters. Her phone rings and Kara pulls out her phone and sees Lena Luthor projected on the screen. 

"Lena," Kara's voice cracks. 

"Kara, I'm glad I caught you. Um. Can I ask your advice about something, er, someone?" Lena asks. 

"Um . . ." Kara closes her eyes as anguish washes over her. "Now's not a good time. I'm sorry. Can I call you back?"

"Oh, of course, of course," Lena replies, her voice taking on a softer note. "Is everything okay?" Lena asks. 

"I'll call you back," Kara breathes, hanging up the phone. Kara's tear-filled eyes turn back to the skyline, and she closes her eyes, her hands resting against the stone railing. 

"What are you doing?" J'oon asks, walking up to his daughter-figure. 

"Listening for her," Kara says brokenly. She takes a deep breath. "But I can't hear anything. I can do all these incredible things, but I can't punch my way out of this or fly fast enough and turn back time. And now I'm afraid to lose the person that is the most important person to me." 

"To us, Kara," J'oon says softly. 

Kara nods and tears well up in her eyes. "(Y/n) was right," Kara whispers. "I shouldn't have rushed in. I made things worse. I -" Kara pauses. 

"(Y/n) was upset. She was frustrated and she lashed out at you," J'oon tells the superhero. "You only did what you thought was best to protect your sister. No one can blame you for that."

"I'm scared," Kara murmurs. 

"Hey, come on," J'oon says softly, pulling Kara into a hug. The tears finally sliding down her face. 

. . . 

(Y/n) enters Rick's interrogation room, her eyes narrowed. She sits down in the metal chair and folds her arms slowly. 

"Under two hours," Rick says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast."

"I know," (Y/n) says, all emotion had left her after her last conversation with Kara. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose," (Y/n) continues, leaning forward slightly. "And I don't think you want to lose."

Rick smirks. "And neither do you."

(Y/n)'s eyes narrow. 

"I was wrong about Kara," Rick says and (Y/n) focuses back on the man in front of her. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what I need her to do. I misjudged her." Rick pauses, "But I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break out my father if you wanted to. You care for her. I've seen that."

(Y/n) holds back the tears that had formed in her eyes, "By stalking us."

"The way you look at her," Rick continues. "The way your hand touches her's when you're walking down the street." (Y/n) bites the inside of her cheek and she shifts her gaze from Rick's for a moment. "Love can make people do things that they don't normally do. So, please, help us bring back the people we love."

. . . 

"Please tell me you have something?" Kara asks, her voice quivering. 

"I have literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says. "I've tried family holding, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Kara groans, looking at the timer counting down from fifty-nine minutes, and she buries her head in her hands. 

"Hey, we're gonna find her," Mon-El tells Kara. "I-I'm gonna talk to (Y/n) and see if she's got anything else out of him." 

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Rick's room, but (Y/n) isn't there. 

"Where . . . where's (Y/n)?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen. 

. . . 

(Y/n) glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together. 

(Y/n) waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do. 

(Y/n) jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines. 

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as (Y/n) grabs his upper arm. 

"Taking you to your son," (Y/n)'s voice cracks. 

(Y/n) lifts Alex's raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison. 

"Nice gun," Thompson comments. 

"It's my girlfriend's," (Y/n) says shortly, pushing Thompson forward. 

"(Y/n), you know Alex wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform. 

"All I care about is getting her back alive," (Y/n) says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at (Y/n), "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills Alex Darners, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on (Y/n)'s phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks. 

"There's one place," Thompson says. 

. . . 

(Y/n) and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, (Y/n) freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber. 

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as Alex - flow through the hole in the glass. 

Alex coughs up water as she rolls onto her side. 

"Thank God," (Y/n) says, pulling Alex's head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

(Y/n) lifts Alex's head up as Alex chokes on the water, coughing it up. (Y/n) grabs Alex's hand and squeezes it. 

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks. 

"I-I h-eld on," Alex stammers. 

(Y/n) cradles Alex's head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead. 

. . . 

The three women return to the DEO, Alex remaining asleep in the MedBay while (Y/n) stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe. 

"Hey, you," Alex says hoarsely and (Y/n) turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" Alex asks. 

A look of disbelief spreads across (Y/n)'s face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking Alex's hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" (Y/n) smiles and Alex laughs. 

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," Alex says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come." 

(Y/n)'s gaze softens. 

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." Alex pauses. 

"What?" (Y/n) murmurs. 

"I just really have to say it now," Alex continues. 

"Alex . . ." 

"It's okay, it's okay," Alex says as she sits up, (Y/n) shooting out a hand to help. The redhead tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." Alex says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to (Y/n)'s. (Y/n) nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)."

"I love you, Alex Danvers," (Y/n) murmurs, her eyes still watery. 

"Yeah?" Alex asks. 

"Yeah," (Y/n) smiles affectionately. 

At the same time, (Y/n) and Alex cup each other's faces with their hands and press their lips together, both women beaming. 

They pull apart, resting their foreheads together, wide smiles on their faces. 

. . . 

"She refused to stay in bed," (Y/n) comments with an affectionate eye roll as she supports her girlfriend as they walk into the main meeting room; Alex just laughs. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kara asks, her protective sister coming out. 

"I'm alright," Alex says, meeting J'oon's warm gaze. 

"I knew you'd be fine," Mon-El says and Alex grins. 

"You did good, Alex," J'oon says with a smile. "You too, (Y/n)." He pulls both women into a hug. 

"Oh," (Y/n) says, slightly surprised, but she returns the hug after a moment. 

"Just doing what you taught me to do," Alex says and (Y/n) rests her gaze on Alex again. 

"Oh. You survived," Rick says as two guards lead him away. 

"Oh," Winn says angrily, "you do not get to talk to her."

"What are you going to do to him?" Alex asks. 

"My job," J'oon says. "Protect the identity of Supergirl and teh DEO." 

"You're gonna mind-wipe him?" Alex asks. 

"Do you object?" J'oon replies. 

"No," Alex shakes her head, a grin creeping onto her face. "Just . . . Before you do . . ." Alex whips around and nails Rick in the face. 

(Y/n) exchanges a look with Kara and the two, Mon-El, and Winn all laugh as Rick groans with pain. 

"Just make sure he remembers that," Alex says firmly. 

"Will do," J'oon says, walking after Rick and the two guards. 

(Y/n) walks over and gently takes ahold of Kara's upper arm. "I need to thank you." 

"Thank me? For what?" Kara asks as the two walk out of earshot. 

"I was so afraid of losing her that I wasn't thinking," (Y/n) explains. "And I almost . . ."

"Yeah, but you did the right thing," Kara argues. "And that was all you. All I did was remind you of everything you've been telling me the whole time." Kara smiles and (Y/n) tilts her head. 

"You and me make a pretty solid team, don't we?" (Y/n) asks with a grin. 

"Well, we both love her," Kara says. 

"Yeah," (Y/n) says and Kara laughs. The two embrace warmly. 

The two walk back over and Alex beams at (Y/n). 

"You wanna go get that dog now?" (Y/n) asks Alex nods excitedly. 

Word Count: 1826 words

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Worship You

ANON REQUEST

Pairing: Yoongi x plus size reader

Warnings: self-body shaming, insecurities mentioned, fluff, body worship, body praise, needy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks).

Rating: 18 and over

 This was your third outfit change in a span of twenty minutes and your boyfriend of a year was due to be here any minute. You huffed at yourself in the mirror, yanking at your tummy before sucking it in. “Ok this is it!” You scold yourself. You tug at your blouse so that it meets your jeans and remind yourself not to lift your arms tonight. The doorbell rings and you yelp a bit, looking over your outfit again. “Please like it.” You whisper, spinning on your heel and making your way to the front door. You pull the door open and cover your mouth in shock at the sight of ten heart shaped balloons and an armful of flowers. “Happy Anniversary Beautiful!” You hear from behind the bouquets.

You stand in shock unable to speak. Your boyfriend soon shifts the items in his arms so he can peak over them. “Everything ok?” He asks strained. “Uh, Yes, oh my god! I'm so sorry, let me help you with this.” You grab a set of flowers from him, and he follows you inside. “This is too much! I don’t deserve all this.” “Why would you say that? You deserve this and so much more!” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. He releases the balloons randomly as he moves through your apartment. “There,” He says, pleased with his work, “Now wherever you go, you’ll see pieces of my love.” He turns to face you with his arms held wide. You give a faint smile, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and walk over to him. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met Min Yoongi.” “What can I say? I have the best reason to be sweet right here in my arms.” he replies, hugging you tightly. You feel your shirt riding up and you pull away quickly, “Uh, let’s head out. You don’t want to be late for dinner, do you?” “Hey,” He stops you, tugging on your arm and pulling you back towards him, “I love you. You look great.” You smile at his sweet comments, wondering why he was always so good to you. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his lips softly. “Thank you. I love you too. You look much better.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel your face heat when his fingers dance along your exposed skin. “Don't.” You whine, removing his hand from your side. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” “No, it's fine. Come let’s go, I don’t want to miss our reservation.” You try to perk up, leading him towards the door.

You make it to the restaurant right on time and are seated quickly. “Wow, they really went all out with the candles and rose petals huh?” You mention to Yoongi who is just staring at you from across the table. “Do you like it?” He asks. You nod, looking around again, noticing that you are both towards the back, secluded from the other patrons. “I told them it was our one-year anniversary. I wanted it to be special, so I called ahead and had them go all out.” Your eyes pop open at his confession. “Yoongi! I’m speechless. This is so amazing. I feel like I should’ve dressed up now.” “You look beautiful jagi, just the way you are.” “That’s easy for you to say. You look good in everything.” He scoffs and reaches over to grab your hand across the table. “Hey! I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You don’t need to be dressed all fancy or in six-inch heels to look great.” “Let’s order, shall we.” You yank your hand back. Yoongi sighs but nods. You loved Yoongi so much and he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, but he had to say all these things right? He was, after all, your boyfriend. Did he truly mean it all or was he just looking to reach home plate? You see you and Yoongi had been together a year now and had never once had sex. Sure, you fooled around, made out here, blow job there, or even that one time he ate you out in the mirror house at a Halloween festival.

It wasn’t that you both didn’t want to have sex, it was that you were too afraid of what he might think of you with your clothes off so you avoided it if you could. Yoongi always called you beautiful or sexy but he’s never seen you fully nude. You always fooled around with your clothes on. In the past whenever you had sex with a boyfriend, they would complain about something. “Too Heavy” One guy told you during reverse cowgirl. Needless to say, you never saw him again. Still, it bothered you, hit a nerve, made you wonder. You were, however, grateful for Yoongi, he had never pushed or forced anything. He never shamed you for wanting to keep your shirt on but there was always that fear in the back of your mind that one day you would hit his breaking point. Would tonight, be it? “Hello, Earth to jagi, do you want to order an appetizer or just skip to the meal?” Yoongi snaps you back to reality, a smile plastered across his glorious face. “Uh, just the meal please.” “Sure, whatever you want my love.” He responds, waving the waiter over. “May I take your order?” “Ladies first, jagi.” “Uh, I’ll have a Caesar Salad, no croutons with shrimp please.” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously but smiles none the less. “And for you sir.” “I’ll have the same please.” The waitress nods, taking the menus. “Wait! What? Why? Order what you normally would get…steak or pork. Why are you getting a salad?” You question. “Why are you?” He counters. You scoff and shrug, looking down briefly at your tummy. “Besides this is better jagi. More room for dessert.” He says with a sly grin.

After 10 minutes of protest, you agree to split a dessert with Yoongi. “It’s our anniversary, we have to go all out.” He whines, sliding the dessert menu to you. You pick the brownie with vanilla ice cream and Yoongi happily enjoys it with you. “This was beautiful thank you.” “You’re welcome jagi. Anything to see you smile.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your mouth. “I have another surprise back at my place.” He whispers over your lips and it sends shivers through you. “Can I play with it?” You whisper back, kissing him again. “Hmm, maybe.” You both giggle into each other’s mouths, enjoying how the world fades away when it’s just the two of you together.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi declares after unlocking his door. You do as your told, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into his apartment. After a few steps, he tells you to open your eyes. Your jaw falls open at the sight of rose petals strewn across the floor, the coffee table decorated with LED candles. A bottle of champagne chilling over ice, accompanied by chocolate covered strawberries. There are more heart shaped balloons around his living room, and a single red rose on the couch in a white box. “Min Yoongi. I could cry.” “Tears of joy I hope.” He pouts. “I don’t deserve this. I look terrible. I didn’t get you anything. I’m a horrible girlfriend. I mean what kind of girlfriend doesn’t even buy her boyfriend a card?” “Hey, hey,” He shushes, kissing your temple, “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received. Tonight, is all about you. Not me. I just want to make you feel special because you mean so much to me.” He leads you over to the couch to take a seat with him. He hands you the box with the single rose. You look it over. “It’s beautiful.” You tell him. “Like my jagi,” He smiles, “And the best part is, its artificial, so it’ll last forever. Like my love for you.” Your head pops up from the rose to meet Yoongi’s glittering eyes. “You’re not real.” You sniffle. Yoongi leans over and kisses you gently. “Come let’s toast jagi. Champagne?” He points with raised brows. “Sure.” You giggle, shifting in your seat to try and look your slimmest. He pops the bottle, pouring two glasses. “A toast jagi, to us, and to many more anniversaries together.” He taps his glass against yours. You both sip from your glasses and place them back on the coffee table.

Yoongi grabs a chocolate covered strawberry from its container and brings it to your lips. You take a bite, licking your lips of the juices. “Allow me.” He smiles, kissing you gently, sucking on your bottom lip. You find yourself moaning into the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. He grabs your waist, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh that sticks out above your jeans. He moves his hand upwards, over your tummy, massaging as he makes his way up to your breasts. You moan, pulling in your tummy as best you can. Soon he tugs at your blouse, trying to pull it up. You yank back, pushing him into the couch and straddling him, sure to not apply all your weight onto his lap. You take his mouth with yours again, biting and nipping at his pout, desperately trying to distract him from touching your body. It doesn’t work, his hands are at your waist again, digging his fingers into your exposed skin. You pull away from the kiss again and look at him. “Are you ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks, looking at you with concern. “I…. maybe we can go to the bedroom?” You suggest. He nods, allowing you to tug him by the hand to his room. You push him onto the bed and shut the light, straddling him carefully once more, your mouth back on his. You swirl your tongue on his, palming his growing erection.

“Jagi, I want you so bad. You feel so good.” He whispers against your lips. “I want you too.” You whisper. He moans at your words, gripping your hips hard and pulling you closer to his throbbing hard on. “Mm, no. I, lets, switch positions.” You suggest. “I want you to ride me jagi. I want to be buried deep inside you.” You moan, feeling yourself soak your panties. Yoongi kisses at your neck, running his hand quickly up your shirt and placing his hand on your back fat. “Don’t!” You shout, jumping off of Yoongi and sitting beside him on the bed. You cover your mouth, angry at your reaction. He flicks the light on and looks you over. “What’s wrong jagi? Please just tell me. Is it me? Do you not want me touching you? We can stop. We don’t have to do anything.” “Yes, I mean, no. I don’t mind it if it’s over my shirt. I just don’t want you looking at me ok! I don’t want you to be grossed out. I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not some supermodel. Do you have any idea how long it took me to even get ready for tonight?” You whimper, holding back tears. Yoongi sits quietly, staring off, rubbing his palms against his clothed thighs.

Your mind begins racing, he’s going to leave. The one guy you’re actually crazy about is going to break up with you. You’ve ruined everything! Suddenly, Yoongi looks over at you. “I think you’re beautiful jagi. I don’t want some supermodel. I just want you.” “Why? I’m fat. I have rolls. My thighs… I look terrible.” You trail off, covering your face, allowing tears to fall. He chuckles, standing before you, reaching out for your hands. “You’re not fat. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He tugs you towards his full-length mirror. “Yoongi, please, I don’t want to look at myself.” You attempt to protest when he stands you before it, his body flush against your backside. He rests his chin on your shoulder. He begins to whisper in your ear softly, “Just indulge me jagi.” You look up into the mirror and catch his gaze. “I love the way you part your hair, how it frames your gorgeous face. The smell, man I love that smell. It’s like sunshine and air all in one.” He breathes you in with shut eyes.

“Your eyes are the most attractive eyes I think one human vessel could ever have. They are so deep yet reflective. When I look into your eyes, I see all the complex beauty the world has to offer reflected onto me and I’m so honored.” He takes a moment to catch your eyes with his, staring at you deeply through the mirror. You feel your body heat. He soon lifts his hands and tucks your hair behind your ear, turning your head slightly. “You have the most amazing face. The way your jaw falls in perfect alignment with the rest of your features.” He plants a soft kiss on your ear. “And your neck,” He runs a finger down your neck, “soft, inviting, the way it becomes so profound with every breath you intake.” He lowers his head and plants a wet kiss on your neck. You swallow hard, a small moan escaping your lips.

He wraps his arms around your waist next, pulling you into his body. You want to protest when you feel his hand slide up your abdomen but the warmth of his skin on yours is too intoxicating. “Your skin,” He almost moans, “so soft. Even the little that you’ve allowed me to feel or kiss has been like heaven. It’s only made me crave more, wondering what being wrapped up naked with you would feel like. The warmth we could create.” The thought sends lustful shivers down your spine. “May I take this off.” He whispers, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You nod, swallowing back your apprehension as he pulls your shirt up over your head. You stand before him in your bra and watch as he removes his shirt also, his pale skin on display for you. He moves forward and presses his chest against your back. “You are so beautiful.” He praises, kissing your left shoulder, then your right one.

You spin suddenly, needing to feel his lips against yours. You dig your hand into his soft black hair, taking him into a deep kiss. The feel of his chest pressed against yours has you moaning into his mouth. You push him towards the bed and attempt to shove him onto it until he turns the table, spinning you and lying you into your back. “I'm not finished,” He pants, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He nips, kisses, and licks at your collar bone before kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. “So soft, you smell so good.” He praises, continuing to trail kisses between the valley of your breast. “Um,” You attempt to protest, lifting your hands to cover your tummy. “Don’t hide from me jagi. Please.” He begs, carefully removing your hands and planting kisses along your abdomen. “Don’t be ashamed of your body. This is what makes you beautiful. I love it and you. Every inch of you.” He explains, pressing his face against your tummy to nip and kiss at your skin. You moan out at the action, surprised at how sexy something so simple could be. He looks up at you, his lips just above the button of your jeans, “May I?” You nod frantically, your body on fire.

He grips the button of your jeans and opens it, standing to remove your shoes and then tugging the article of clothing from your person. He smiles at you, kicking his shoes off and removing his jeans now, standing before you in his boxers. “You have the most beautiful legs. So full, thick, soft. I love when they straddle me, even though I know you hold back.” He smirks, gripping at the full flesh of your thighs. You gasp out loud causing him to bite his lip. “I just want to be covered in all things you.” He kisses the inside of your left thigh. “Smothered in your scent.” He kisses the inside of the right thigh. “I love being nestle right here,” He positions your thighs on his shoulders, like he has done many times before, “Lost in the sweet aromas of you. Comforted by your soft warmth.” He presses his nose into your core now, moaning out in completely euphoria. He kisses your now soaked center through your panties, driving you mad. You make an attempt to look down but look away quickly. “Let’s shut the light.” You pant. Yoongi pops his head up and begins to trail kisses down your inner thigh, to your knee, down your calf, and onto your ankle. “Never jagi. I’m not done telling you how beautiful you are. Now, where was I, Mmm, I’ve dreamed about what it would feel like to have these gorgeous legs wrapped tightly around me. Pulling me closer to you.” He kneads at the muscles in your calves, massaging away the tension. You drop your head on the bed, indulging in how his large hands work with such ease.

“Yoongi, that feels so good.” “I’m glad. I only want to make you feel good jagi.” He says, kissing the tops of your feet. “Such pretty feet, gorgeous toes.” You yank your foot back when you feel his tongue tickle your big toe. “No way!” You giggle, catching his gummy smile when he hugs your bent legs. “I really do think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. It hurts me to see you doubt yourself.” You sigh, looking away, his eye contact too much. “This,” He rubs your thighs and then parts your legs to grip your hips and glide his hand along your abdomen, “All of this is gorgeous. It makes you unique and special. I love all of it and all of you. I am so grateful you chose me, that I get to be in your glory every day. How lucky am I jagi?” He whispers, sliding up your body and settling between your legs. He kisses you gently, swirling his tongue around yours. “You sure? I mean, you have to say all this right?” You whisper over his lips. “I’ve never been surer jagi and I would never lie to you.” He kisses you again, pulling your body close to his. “This is the only place I want to be and with the only person I want to be with.” He moans into your mouth.

You whimper, so taken by all the things he’s said, the love he’s shown you. Why have you ever doubted him? Compared him to the others? He’s never been like them. He sees past the superficial and straight through to your heart. He has always been patient and kind, always uplifting and encouraging. “Thank you for loving me.” You pull away to say. “No, thank you for letting me love you.” “Yoongi.” You mewl, kissing him harder now. You push him onto his back and straddle him, grinding down on him without holding back this time, his sweet moan your reward. He grips your hips with his large, soft hands, digging his fingers into your flesh whilst guiding you along his growing erection. You continue this way, throwing your hands back to unhook and remove your bra. Yoongi sucks in a breath when you break the kiss to toss the material to the ground and grip your full mounds. “How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” He lifts his back from the bed and rolls you onto yours, taking one of your perky nipples in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the hardened bud, your back arching in response. He soon moves on to the other breast, your moans seemingly fueling him to tease you further by grinding his erection into your sopping core whilst he tugs at your nipple.

“Yoongi, please, I need you inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you from the valley between your breasts, his eyes black orbs. “You sure jagi? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m ok waiting for as long as you need me to.” “I’m sure baby.” You pant. He nods gently. “I mean, I wasn’t prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms jagi. It’s ok. We can wait. I can make you feel good in other ways.” He smirks, lowering his head to your core. “No, please, I want to feel you inside me. I trust you. Just pull out. I’m on the pill.” He rises up to come face to face with you, his straining length pressing against your needy center. “Jagi. I love you so much. I just want everything to be special.” “Anything I do with you is special Yoongi. I love you so much.” You kiss him gently, pushing I’m onto his back again. He doesn’t fight you; he watches with mouth agape while you remove your panties. You tug his underwear down, freeing his weeping member. “Should I stop?” You whisper. Yoongi closes his mouth briefly, swallowing the accumulated moisture. “Only if you want to jagi.” “I don’t.” You respond lustfully, hovering your sex over his. His skin gooses beneath yours and a small moan escapes his mouth when your grip his length. You move his head through your slit slowly, gasping when he grips your hips tightly to keep himself from hitching upwards.

You finally align the head of his penis with your entrance, resting your left hand on his chest as you lower yourself onto him. You both cry out in unison at the feeling of togetherness, gazing into each other’s eyes when you bottom out. “You feel so good wrapped around me jagi. Ah, there’s nothing more perfect in this world then you.” He praises, leading you to begin moving up and down his member. He watches you intently, love and lust mixed in his eyes. You rest your other hand on his chest, picking up your pace. “I love you.” You pant, moving just your hips now, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. “I love you jagi. You look so beautiful. I love watching you use me.” Yoongi praises, his head dropping back onto the pillow. “Uh, jagi, you feel so good. This… is better than any dream I’ve ever had of you. Ah, fuck!” He stutters, lifting his back off the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and begins to lift you up and down his rigid member. You cry out when he hitches his hips up to meet yours, hastening his pace, his shaft dragging against your swollen bud as his tip hits all your inner nerve endings. “Oh, Yoongi.” You whimper, out of breath and trembling.

Yoongi leans in, his mouth pressed against your ear, his pace never faltering. “You’re such an Angel. I’m so in love with you. I’m so grateful to be able to make love to you. You’re so beautiful, so amazing jagi. I’m so lucky. I just need one more thing from you tonight my love.” You hold him tightly, tears stinging your eyes, your core clenching tighter and tighter around him. The coil deep inside you set ablaze by his words. “Anything. I’ll give…you…anything.” You pant. He licks at the shell of your ear, kissing it softly, “Let go. Cum for me. I need to feel you cum around me.” You almost screech, your coil snapping at his sultry words, you clench down so hard he curses out loud. Before you know it, you’re on your back, Yoongi’s now sloppy pace a sure sign he’s close. “Ah, Ah, jagi. Where can I cum?” “Here.” You touch your tummy breathlessly. His eyes clench tightly and he let’s out a wild groan, pulling out suddenly. You whimper at the empty feeling, gasping soon after, watching him stroke his climax onto your abdomen. He’s out of breath and moaning unabashedly, dropping beside you when he’s done. “That was amazing jagi, you are so amazing. Let me get a towel for you. I’ll be right back.” He offers but you stop him, “Let’s just lie here for a minute.” He nods, lying back down beside you. You stare at one another for a moment. “Thank you for always lifting me up even when I can’t do it for myself.” You whisper to him, brushing his hair from his forehead. He smiles, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it. “You never have to thank me for that jagi. Maybe one day you’ll have to lift me when I’m down. Just know that you are one of the most amazing people I know and I’ll never stop telling you. No matter what happens. We're in this together jagi. I’m your biggest fan. Just let me worship you.” He kisses your forehead now, rising up to go grab a towel, leaving you feeling so loved and cherished.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Just Call Me Cupid

Fred Weasley x Reader

George Weasley x Reader(Platonic)

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List:

Prompts: 15, 24 & 25

"Could you be anymore annoying?"/"Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn."/"[Y/N or Character] DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!"

Warnings: Swearing (always)

-Part One-

You know how the story goes. Three mischievous Gryffindors bonding over pranks and countless detentions. Becoming inseparable during their first year, and sticking together through thick and thin. That was the relationship between Y/n y/l/n and Fred and George Weasley. She fit into their lives perfectly. Her humour was exactly like theirs. She liked the same sports. Had the same classes. The same friends. Although one would wager that y/n held all the common sense of the three, always sure to rein the Twins in if they were edging too close to a line they shouldn't cross.

They used to joke she were the "Missing Triplet". Unknowingly separated from them at birth. They'd even gone as far one year to dye her hair fire orange, referring to her as Y/n Weasley for months.

With every passing holiday the Twins would bring y/n home with them. Her home life wasn't particularly grand, it was adequate in a way but had nothing on life at the Burrow. Molly welcomed her everytime with open arms. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay the entire holiday, start to finish, as she got along so well with the family, all of whom loved her like their own sister and, in Mr and Mrs Weasleys case, own daughter. So of course this Summer would be no different.

As the second week of their holiday came around; Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Y/n and even Hermione found themselves left to their own accord for the day as Percy and Mr Weasley had work and Mrs Weasley had errands to run.

The group woke to a fully prepared breakfast waiting for them and a completely chore-free schedule, a rarity in this home.

"Morning all" y/n greeted cheerily as she entered the kitchen. "Someone's happy this morning" "I'm happy every morning, Georgie." She replied as she made her way around the table with a spring in her step. "Oo, toast!" She exclaimed reaching for a single piece balancing on the edge of Ronald's plate, which earned her a stern slap across the wrist from the boy. "Damn. Relax! It's not like I went for a piece of bacon..." "Careful, y/n/n" began Harry from beside her, "that's a sure fire way to lose a hand." He joked. "Oh, right! I'm so sorry I forgot!-"

"RONALD, DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!" everyone, aside from Ron, shouted amusedly before falling into loud laughter. This had been a long running joke amongst the friends and family after Ron had yelled the line at dinner one night years ago. Y/n had to grip the back of Rons chair to stop from falling as he scowled at the groups mockery. "Oh sod off. HEY!" Y/n stole a piece of bacon from Rons otherside while he had been distracted. "Payment for one viscous assault on your favourite sister." She goaded taking a bite from the crispy piece of meat. "You're not even related." "Not yet." Smiling across the table she shot George a wink. George grinned, tongue pressed to cheek as his brow raised amused by her insinuation, in response he pursed his lips blowing her a kiss.

Y/n finally made her way around the table to a vacant seat by Freds side, chuckling lightly at Rons uncomfortable expression.

"Wow y/n, can't believe you'd really settle for the less-attractive Twin." Fred feigned insult as George threw a piece of crust at him. "I didn't. Otherwise I would have chosen you, wouldn't I?" She smiled innocently.

Fred's jaw dropped open in shock at her words. Though he fought hard to contain the smile and laugh forming on his lips, Fred was unsuccessful, cheeks grinning as a chuckle made it's way from his throat.

"WOW!" he placed a hand to his chest, "wound me why don't you?" He looked back to his gathered friends and family, all of whom were laughing at his dramatic reaction. "That's my girl", George spoke fondly, leaning back in his chair, hand hung behind Fred to y/n as they low-fived.

"Some 'best friend' you are." Fred continued, "and GINNY! I can't believe you would laugh at such a heinous lie! I thought we were closer than that!" Ginnys face were so red it near rivalled her hair at this point. Fred turned his attention back to y/n to find her face a similar shade, light joyful tears brimming in her eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "Awwe...Freddie..." she tried to speak, "come on, you know you're my favourite" she leant into his side - hugging his arm - placing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"OI!" her 'future husband' protested, "I'm right here!" "Sorry Georgie, gotta keep my options open. You know how it is."

The remainder of the meal was spent discussing how to fill in their first day home alone for the holidays. Everyone was excited at the prospect of a potential Quidditch match, except Hermione - the only one who doesn't play the sport, and the sloppy ground outside from the past days rain didn't appear very inviting in her opinion. Their plan was thwarted regardless as Ginny reminded the Boys of their current grounding.

Fred, Ron and George had all been forbidden access to their brooms and Quidditch equipment for two weeks, after accidentally breaking a kitchen window with a bludger - released too soon near the house. In the end everyone simply parted into their own groups.

Ginny and Hermione disappeared to her room, Ron and Harry to his, while the remaining three spent the day outside.

Fred, George and y/n were partaking in some 'friendly' bits of competition to occupy their time. It started innocently enough; "let's see who can throw a Garden Gnome the farthest". But naturally, as all three individuals were highly competitive, it escalated. It was all out War by the afternoon.

Basically, they were now running around, breathless and sweaty, chucking mud cakes in their "opponents" direction. A total free for all.

As a cramp set in y/ns ribs she sought shelter behind a shrub by side of the Burrow, trying desperately to spot either Twin and failing. She was thankful however for the opportunity to catch her breath. That was untill...

"Tired are we?" Startled by the sudden voice y/n jumped eye's locking with those of George who stood far too confidently before her, hands tucked behind his back, as he smirked. Y/ns eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Her eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area. No sign of Fred. That definitely isn't good. She began stepping away slowly from the redhead infront of her who cocked his head at her movements slowly following. Smile only growing as he lowered an arm revealing a metal pail filled with sludge.

"Oh God. George, please no!" Her arms came out in defence, "I'm begging you...Georgie, please don't!" Though worried and pleading she couldn't help the nervous smile and giggle that came to the surface. Eyes staring into his "I'll do anything! Mate, please just...put. down. The bucket."

George let out a long sigh, contemplating, as he swung the pail loosely in his hand staring to it's contents. With a dramatic roll of his head and a groan he dropped the bucket by his feet. "Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Y/n repeated, relieved. "Had you done that I'd never get my chance..." Georges brows furrowed, "chance for what?" "THIS!" Y/n scooped up a large mud patty from her feet, hurtling it directly across the side of his face, laughing maniacally. Though as George slowly scooped away the gathered muck on his eye, flicking it off his fingers, she couldn't help but feel bad. A little anyway. Offering a half-hearted apology as he wiped away the dirt by his mouth.

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" He began advancing on her again, "to think I took it easy on you, my 'loving' wife-to-be." He added sarcastically. Y/n gulped as she noticed the new found determination held in his gaze. Laughter turning nervous as she backed away. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn?" "Mmm tempting. But I have a better idea" he smirked wickedly. Y/ns face dropped as she made to run, but she wasn't fast enough, George wrapped his arms around her body holding her tight in place. "Not so fast, love." He lifted her from her feet walking blindly back towards the house. "No! Please no!" She whined through giggles, "Geoooorge" "It's not me you should be worried about, sweetheart." He whispered to her ear. Huh?

"Oooooh FREDDIE!" he called over his shoulder. FUCK! Where was Fred!?

George turned sharply on the spot and y/n suddenly found herself face to face with one Fred Weasley, complete with bucket. Only this one wasn't the same from earlier, it was bigger. And filled with...what was that? Oh god. Ice.

"Woah y/n/n, you look really flustered. Reckon you might need to cool off." He grinned. "Freddie, I was thinking exactly the same thing." Georges grip on y/n tightened as she began to squirm furiously. Pleading them not to. Fred raised the bucket in his arms as she slipped to the ground, George pinning her down and tugging back the side of her shirts collar.

Fred leaped into action, pouring the buckets contents over her exposed shoulder so the ice would fall down her back as well as down her chest. Y/n squealed at the brisk temperature change. Breath hitching and shuddering in response. The boys jumped back as she scrambled to her feet, shaking the material of her shirt to lose the ice still clinging beneath it. Various curses and insults being shot to the twins whilst doing so.

"Prats." She shivered, "the both of you. Prats." All three couldn't contain their laughter at this. George excused himself for a moment to rid his eye of a few pesky grains of dirt under his eyelid.

He dunked his head under the tap of the kitchen sink in order to rinse his eye, and face while he was at it, clean before filling himself a glass of water having become quite hot from all the running he'd done this afternoon. A sudden yell pulled his attention out the window.

Chuckling as he watched Fred frantically running from y/n who held the bucket of mud George had threatened her with earlier.

Fred was running backwards with his arms raised trying desperately to bargain his way out of his punishment. George could only just make out the conversation carrying on in the moment.

"Come on, said I was sorry didn't I?" "Why don't you put the bucket down and I'll run you a bath" "I have a stash of chocolate frogs upstairs you can help yourself to!" George was amused by that line in particular as he knew for certain that stash was well and truly gone, days ago, as he and y/n had helped themselves to it whilst he showered.

Fred were a fairly safe distance away as he out manoeuvred his friend easily with such long legs and lack of bucket. He probably could have kept up their little dance for some time, enough for her to admit defeat, if he had not tripped back over his own feet. George snorted at the sight, water nearly shooting from his nose, as his brother fell flat on his back. Y/n seized her moment. Standing above him with bucket raised smiling.

Many 'please's, and 'y/n's and of course countless 'no's falling from Fred mouth, all in vain as the bucket tipped above him. Contents hitting directly to his chest and covering him in filth. George really wished he had a camera right about now.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny had appeared, grabbing a glass of water for herself. "Y/n getting revenge." "Why aren't you out there?" "To avoid exactly that happening to me." The two watched as Fred stood, wrapping himself around y/n to smear mud over her body as well, swaying them side-to-side dramatically as he did so. Muffled shrieks came from her mouth which was pressed tight against his chest.

"Mum's going to have a field day with you three." Ginny commented, placing down her cup as she ascended the staircase. George inhaled sharply as his jaw clenched at the thought. His eyes scanned the yard...they had made quite the mess. He wondered if they'd ever be allowed to play Quidditch again. Or even be allowed out of the house for that matter. His thoughts were cut short as his attention fell back to his brother and best friend.

They'd stopped rough-housing. Y/n pushing back from him with a huff. She stood before him with a pout, covered completely in muck. Fred was laughing haughtily at the sight as he took a step forward, sweeping a dirty piece of hair behind her ear. His fingers delicately traced her cheek bone and down toward her lips which had parted slightly as she stared at him. His head was hung towards her as he gazed back, hand now resting just below her jaw. Both slowly leaning closer...

The moment was over as quickly as it'd began, by Fred clearing his throat and dropping his arm, both hands finding his pockets and standing back a pace. He had said something about needing a shower to which y/n laughed awkwardly, avoiding any further eye contact.

"Ho-ly FUCK!" George exclaimed to himself as realisation hit him like a bag of bricks. "They fancy one another" his eyes were wide. How hadn't he noticed before?

The way their eyes seemed to linger on one anothers a tad longer than two friends would. The shameless flirting. The "innocent" light touches. How Fred always had his arm over her shoulder if he could. The quick kisses to their cheeks. The blushing. The way Fred tensed, white knuckled, when boys were 'too friendly' with y/n. The way y/ns teeth would grind as girls would fall over Fred. It all seemed so obvious now.

Without a second moments thought George bolted up the stairs.

Hermione and Ginny sat cross-legged on her bed, chatting casually about the upcoming school year and what excitement it may hold, when the bedroom door violently swung open. Slamming into the wall, one hot, sweaty and very much out of breath George clung to its handle.

The girls stared wide-eyed at the sight. "...yes?" Ginny asked curiously. Her brother was a sputtering mess, attempting to speak through deep burning breaths. "F-Fre-and y/...Fred and y/n!" He gasped, arms waved and flailing dramatically trying to make them understand him in his frantic state. "They-they're...they fancy one another!" He finally exclaimed before clutching his side painfully, "Oh, cramp".

Ginny and Hermione looked at one another with identical blank stares before shrugging simply, "We know" they spoke. "You KNOW!?" "It's pretty obvious." Said Hermione. A deep, frustrated, sigh left Georges throat, his head rolled and he flopped heavily into the small space between both girls, the action causing them to bounce.

"Could you be anymore annoying?" Ginny groaned but George ignored her, "This is unbelievable." "Is it though?" His sister questioned. "They're always all over one another. Always staring when they think the other's not looking." "Not to mention they're perfect for one another." Hermione giggled " "He stops her from stressing too much over school work, keeps her out of her shell when she's struggling. And she very well may be the only person on the planet capable of settling him down when he gets worked up."

"Do you think they know?" George asked, eyes fixed to the ceiling. "Not a chance" "Absolutely not." The girls answered. "Look how long it took you to realise, and you're their best friend." Added Hermione causing Georges brows to furrow. She had a point. They'd spent nearly every day together since they met in their first year. Practically attached at the hip and yet it only clicked now.

He couldn't quite wrap his head around how he was feeling at the moment as too many thoughts flooded his mind.

Was he worried? Excited? What if they dated? Would they hang out with him less, as a result? Would it work out? What if they broke up!?

"My best friend and my brother..." he wondered aloud, tone sceptical. The girls remained silent as George thought, chewing his cheek. The atmosphere was tense as they worried over his reaction. That was until a wide smile crept its way across his face. "My best friend and my brother." He spoke louder, more assured, with a curt approving nod. "I'm gonna make it happen." He stated matter-of-factly as he lifted himself from the bed, making his way to the door.

"And how, pray tell, are you going to manage that?" "Easily, my dear sister." George looked over his shoulder as he grabbed the doors handle, "Just call me Cupid." He winked, quickly shutting the door as he left with a smirk.