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I love Fabian so fucking much how... Lucky I am đ„ș
#miranda talking shit#Fabian#He's my special boy and he brings me such joy...#Apperantly i made him cry... Bc i said he'd become a good dad one day#I believe that wholeheartedly. I've told him a couple of times before too#But I asked if I had ever heard him cry before and he just went âyou missed it earlier. I always cry when it comes to me being a dadâ#That's why I know he'll be a good dad... Bc he wants to do it and he puts so much thinking into it....#And he said... âMiranda you're too caring and kind. That's why I could talk to you. You started to care so it became so easy to talk with#You about stuff. But with others I really struggle. I may have trust issuesâ#Me: đł omg.... The one feature I love in others and always try to express have been pointed out by someone I love???#Also I described how he basically was husband material for any girl who wants a family and he just went#âokay you're seriously boosting my ego right nowâ me: well good but also I'm being honest#He's kind. Thoughtful. And reflective on himself and others. He's studying for a line of work#Which have a good future and is well payed... Like yeah ofc???#I'm so happy whenever he says I am making him happy or feel confident bc... I love him so ofc I want him to feel that sort of way
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Here guys have my favorite dragon in Dragon Adventures under the cut for suspense, he's also a moth so obligatory tw time! (Triggers are are tagged)
Insect/bug/moth dragon shown below, look at your own risk
This is Matcha, I mentioned him in tags earlier in a reblog and I felt like it was a crime to not show him
#kai rambles#Kai's original post#dragon adventures#sylva#he's a 1 mut random#please do not make him a theme#the theme community hates me for one and two I genuinely just want him to stay my special baby boy#he also used my first basic elemetal pot and my first mutation pot#he was also my first sylva and the first one I've ever hatched#I adore him greatly and I hope he can bring more people joy#He's also a discord emoji in a server I'm in!#okay enough rambles sorry#moth tw#tw moth#bug tw#tw bug#insect tw#tw insect#just for safety
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Let's be real for a second.
Ghost likes you a lil mean. Just enough. To him, to his mates, to everyone. He can fight. He will fuck anyone up who dares to react aggressively to you, so it doesn't matter if you're sassy, snarky, plainly put a little shit. He won't stop you, he's not gonna "tame" you, he's definitely gonna fucking eat it up and tease you, loving your remarks, clever, funny or straight up mean. The man will be smirking behind his mask (or straight up giving you heart-eyes at home). Don't be unnecessarily mean though, it's not a good look on anyone. Oh, god, and if your humor is dark? You got the man snorting and fucking giggling*(1), shoulders shaking and him trying to hold it in as you're plain roasting someone.
Be mean to him. He tests the waters, dropping one of his incredible and fantastic jokes for you to roll your eyes at him and tell him to rather wear a clown mask, since he's such a joke, and I swear he folds. Wants to pin you down and fuck you raw until you're a sobbing mess that knows nothing else but his name? Of course, and know he'd be mocking you, because where's that snarky mouth of yours, hmm? Oh, ya, busy sucking on his fingers. But until then, he's lowkey following you around dropping stupid joke after stupid joke until you're actually angry and amused. He got you smiling somehow? Gets him feeling like a young boy with a crush, silly butterflies and all.
Give him a bitch-face. Raised brow and unimpressed face at anyone and he's just eyes on you. Fucking hell, he's creepy too. Ghost is fucking intimidating as he is but if he just fixates on something, big brown eyes locked onto you and (big, awkward because let's be fucking for real, boy's actually fucking awkward) body frozen. Just đ§ââïž. (I'm fucking wheezing, he just đ§ââïžđđ and you know it!)
"Fuck are you looking at, weirdo?" That's bloody foken lovely!
And!
AND! He just (again, awkwardly) hovers and makes shit jokes but is so helpful to you in any way he can because in reality he's garbage with words but with actions he's much better. Regardless of where you met, he'll find a way in your life because you bring him joy and he just can't seem to let go. Simon tries to convince himself too that it ain't a good idea, that you're better off. Aha. Yeah, then you just look at him in a way when someone else says something absolutely fucking stupid and he just... Yeah, he's yours.
Be mean to him, then let him shove his face in your tits. Pull his hair a little but wrap your arms around him. Bite him and call him an idiot if you want, as long as you call him your idiot. That's Simon to you.
(But when you're nice to only him, he feels special. Make this man feel special, yeah? He needs it.)
(1): I actually imagined him in his barracks, him kicking his feet while he wears a pink robe, writing in his pink diary (with a pink pen with one of those fluffy balls at the end) "Dear diary, my lovie called me an asshole today. My heart is still racing. We shall mary in spring." and drawing hearts around his and your initials together.
#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#not proofread#who needs proofreading lol bye
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did you guys know i have a poodle puppy. like have i talked about him enough on here
#he's the light of my life he's my little woodle fraggle scrungly binkus boy#if you are living a poodleless existence i am so sorry. a poodle brings so much joy to the home everyone needs a poodle#he's just a little guy who lives in your house and sits on your couch and makes goofy sounds#đ© <- this is my baby except he's brown brindle bc he's special and pretty and very gorgeous 2 me.
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19Oct24
No matter how mad the word made us, It always held hope â a âhiatus.â
Iâm sad for so many reasons â the fundamental sadness of death, and at such a young age; having to process the mortality of someone so extraordinary it seems they should transcend a fate as ordinary as dying; aching for his family and friends; angry that he had to navigate such a cruel world, one that continues to disrespect him in death. Yes, Liam was damaged and in turn damaged others; he had demons to face and amends to make â I like to think he would have, given a chance. His talent was so immense, and there was so much more to come. I believe he would have found a way to redemption, and then had such a beautiful renaissance.
The joy of being a 1D fan has always been policed and mocked. Weâve so frequently been laughed at, dismissed for the intensity of our love for the band. And now, the world wants to do the same with our grief, questioning its legitimacy, trivializing our feelings. But this loss is real. And this grief is valid.
And the grief of losing Liam is compounded by the grief of losing so much else. He wasnât just a celebrity. They werenât just a boyband. He was an integral part of an integral part of our formative years â no matter how old we were when we found them. So many of us are the people we are in part because of the people they are. Were. Weâve lost a beloved one, weâve lost innocence, weâve lost inspiration, weâve lost a piece of our foundation.
Weâve lost hope.
It used to frustrate me, in retrospect, that they called it a âhiatus.â It felt dishonest â like a gentle lie to let us down easy. Why couldnât they just say it was over? That being a boy band has a built-in shelf life, and it was time to explore solo careers. But now I understand the kindness in that word. For hope springs eternal, and it didnât matter if it never came. All that matters was that it might. And âhiatusâ wasnât just for us; it held their optimism too. Especially Liamâs. It left the door open, even if only a crack, for the possibility of something more.
Itâs been a remarkable gift to watch each one find his own path and his own voice. But when they announced a hiatus in 2015, they planted a seed of hope that someday weâd see the unrivaled magic of those boys on stage together again â the greatest team the world has ever seen. Maybe Zayn would join, probably not. Maybe it wouldâve been a one-off thing for charity or a special anniversary. Maybe it would be in their 50s when the allure of easy money from a reunion tour was too tempting to resist. But surely, eventually, 1D would reunite in some capacity. I was excited to see how their once frenetic energy and youthful antics would meld with the mature solo artists theyâve become.
That hope sustained us through 18 months and eventually eight years, but now the hiatus is over. I would have happily clowned for every remaining day of my life than know this new certainty brought by the finality of Liamâs death. Maybe, someday, there will be a memorial performance. Maybe weâll see three or four out of five come together to honor him â and what a poignant testament it will be that Liam was what could bring them together. Or maybe it will never feel right to them to take the stage without him, and that, too, will make all the sense in the world.
I wish I had an uplifting ending for this post. I donât. I wake up and my first thought is âLiam isnât here anymore,â and then I go about my day with that relentless realization lurking around the corner of every mundane task I do.
I havenât been able to listen to their music yet. Itâs a cruel trick that the thing that always brought comfort is now a trigger for grief. But I hope that will soon change. That, at some point, Iâll put on WMYB, get choked up at âYouâre insecureâ and second-guess my readiness. But then jump to History, and find solace in the lyrics that are currently rattling around my brain but arenât ready to be heard yet: âThis is not the end, this is not the endâ ⊠âWe can live forever.â
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#rest in peace liam#liam payne#tw liam's death#trying to process the sad thoughts#don't read if your own sad thoughts are too much atm#i've moved from shock to sorrow and now to denial#none of it feels real#tw death
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Mother's day
Your husband Suga recruits your son for a Mother's Day celebration, for my Parenting event<3
requested by @liquidcatt. word count; 519 â wife!reader
Oh boy, was Suga ready for Motherâs Day. The only thing Sugawara Koshi might love more than you would be the baby you two made, and even though he tried to show you just how much he loved you every day, he went all out for the special days.
The grey-haired man got up bright and early to sit in your sonâs room, making sure to be there when he woke up so that you wouldnât hear a single sound that might awaken your motherly instincts. He whispered his good mornings and lifted the toddler into his arms, bringing him to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
Suga bought matching outfits for him and his son, down to the panda slippers. He knows you love matching, so he also got you a similar outfit in your style, already laid out on the stool by your side of the bed.
Dressed up all nicely, he carried your bundle of joy into the kitchen and sat him in the high chair with a simple breakfast. He hesitated momentarily before deciding to put another shirt over the toddlerâs nice clothes. âAn elegant eater, you are not,â he mumbled to the kid, only to get the usual babble in return. âNot much of a talker yet either.â
âPapa!â he answered, which had coincidentally been his first word.
Suga grinned, getting distracted from the breakfast he was supposed to make. âMhm, Iâm papa. But remember what we learnt for today? Mama, say it with me.â
All he got was a fart, and sniffing that horrid smell also made him realise he burnt the first pancake.
âShit!â he cussed, running over to get the food out of the pan.
âShip!â your baby innocently repeated after his dad who pursed his lips in defeat.
He switched between looking at the burnt pancake and looking at the toddler a couple of times, only to conclude that âThe first ones are never perfect, anyway.â
At one point, the romantic breakfast was ready with a plate of pancakes and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Just as Suga was trying to wrestle the babyâs stained t-shirt over his head without spilling anything on the actual outfit, you curiously stuck your head through the door to the kitchen. âAre my favourite boys in here, perhaps?â
âIn here, mama!â Suga announced even though you had already seen them, finally getting the overshirt off your son. âGood morning, my precious wife. Happy Motherâs Day!â
âMama!â
You gasped, so audibly it made Suga pose proudly on command, side by side with his sidekick to show off the matching outfits and newly achieved vocabulary.
âHe said, mama! Thatâs me!â you cheered, running over to embrace your two boys, making them jump in a circle with you while you cooed over the outfits as well. âIâm the luckiest mother in the world!â you announced and ran to get your camera.
And as Suga held up his hand for a high five that his son definitely didnât reciprocate, he decided that this was another mission accomplished.
Mission make wifey feel extra loved, level one: breakfast.
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for the requester: thank you for the request, I love Suga<3
#parenting event#haikyu#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#fanfiction#hq#haikyuu x you#haikyuu fluff#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyu fluff#suga#sugawara koushi#sugawara x reader#haikyuu sugawara#hq sugawara#sugawara kĆshi#suga x reader#dad!suga#dad!sugawara
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Their Babydoll
WinterWidow + Shy!Stark!Curvy!readerÂ
Summary- Bucky and Natasha take a liking to the shy designer.Â
W.C.- 2212Â
Warnings- Smut, fluff, cursing, unprotected sex, oral (fem, reader), cum eating, let me know if I missed anything.Â
A/N- I hope you guys like! Sorry if the smut sucks, I was tired lol. I know these fics are usually Bucky x Reader x Steve but I would want Nat more. Anyway I already have an idea for a new series and it includes Biker Bucky! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it my lovelies! Â
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âPlease Uncle Tony!â You beg for the hundredth time. Â
âNo,â he says, not even looking up from the device he was tweaking. Â
âBut-âÂ
âNo,â he interrupts you. Â
You stick your bottom lip out and give your best puppy eyes. It would always work when you were younger. Now though?Â
âNoâ Â
You groan and cross your arms. You smile to yourself. âYou know, Aunt Pepper has been wondering what happened to her-âÂ
âOkay! Okay,â he sighs and pushes the protective glasses further up his nose as he looks at you. âThereâs no need to bring Pepper into this.âÂ
You giggle and lean your hip against the table heâs working at. âYou always were afraid of Aunt Pepper.âÂ
âIâm not afraid of her,â he huffs. âI just happen to have a healthy amount of respect for her.â Â
âYouâre afraid of her, Tony,â Bruce pipes up from across the lab. Â
You giggle as Tony sends you and Bruce a glare. Â
âWhy do you even want to use the holographic interfaces?â Tony asks.Â
âBecause it would make designing floor plans so much easier! Using your tech would help me with the critical parts of my job.â Â
âBut you donât even know how to use them.âÂ
âYou could teach me.âÂ
âBut I donât hav-â He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. âFine,â he huffs. Â
You squeal and hug him. âThank you, Uncle Tony!â Â
He pats your arm, âYeah yeah.âÂ
Most people didnât know Tony had a sister; hell no one knew he actually had any siblings until you showed up with your stuff one rainy day.Â
Freshly 19 and ready to make a name for yourself in the world of Interior Design, youâd moved to New York thinking this was the best place to do so.Â
Your mother, Tonyâs younger sister only by a few years, called to express her worry of you moving there and being alone. Â
So, Tony being the ever so giving person he is, and a few not-so-subtle threats from your mother, told you that you could stay at the Avengers Tower. You were furious, ranting about how you wanted to make it on your own and didnât need any help. But when he mentioned youâd get to meet and spend time with the Avengers, you quickly got over it.Â
You were so excited to meet the Avengers, youâd always had a major crush on Bucky. You even wrote a paper about him for your history class in the 6th grade. His sparkling steel blue eyes taking you captive. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his shoulder length brown hair, hoping itâs as soft as it looks. And you canât forget those full, pink lips that could make a gal melt like butter on hot asphalt. Â
But he was taken, by your second favorite Avenger, Natasha Romanoff. You definitely had a girl crush on her. She was so strong and skilled, every womans idol. She was the reason you tried and failed at learning how to fight. So what if you were thicker than the other girls? Yeah okay, you had thick thighs, a pudgy, soft stomach and flabby arms, but that didnât mean you couldnât learn some moves like the other girls. To be fair though, that instructor was a womanizer.Â
He said, and I quote, that youâd ânever make it anywhere in life looking like thatâ. Boy did you prove him wrong. You were one of the best Interior Designers in New York, you had a special touch that other designers didnât have. And you loved your job, you loved bringing peoples dreams to life and seeing the joy on their face. Â
You enjoyed it, but it wasnât always easy. The meticulous planning, writing up contracts, getting a crew for certain aspects in and out on time could be grueling at times, but seeing the looks on your clientâs faces when theyâd see the finished product was always worth it. Â
You had been worried when you first got to the Tower, worried the other Avengers wouldnât like you. It was all for nothing though because they absolutely loved you, you were a part of their dysfunctional family now and they had no plans of letting you go. Everyone had really taken a liking to you, especially Bucky and Natasha.Â
When you introduced yourself to them with your cheeks flushed, hands nervously fidgeting behind your back, and your shy little voice, it made Natasha want to wrap her arms around you and protect you from the world. Â
But, on the other hand, seeing your long thick thighs on display, juicy ass just barely covered by the shorts you wore, and your tank top that hugged your curves just right made herâs and Buckyâs mouths water. That body paired with your shy, innocent demeanor made them want to swallow you whole.Â
They had been happy just the two of them, rekindling their love once they both were free. They never thought about having someone else in their relationship, never wanted anyone else, until you. Â
One knowing look and desire fill conversation later they knew they had to have you. They just had to be careful so they wouldnât scare you away, and make sure Tony didnât find out and do something crazy. He was very protective of you.Â
So, the next couple of years were spent with heated looks, lingering touches, and subtle hints thrown at you that you never seem to catch. They were tired of this game of chase, frustrated and on a level of horny so high that they couldnât fuck down no matter how hard they tried. Bucky was this close to fucking up against the closest wall, Natasha not far behind. But theyâd soon get what they longed for. Â
You studied your reflection in the mirror again. The thin strapped, black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and had a slit going up your left thigh, hugged your body perfectly. You wouldnât normally wear something so revealing but Wanda said this dress was perfect. Â
Sheâd said youâd definitely be getting fucked tonight. She may or may not have read Bucky and Natashaâs minds and knew this dress would make them lose it. Â
Tonight was Samâs birthday party, although his birthday wasnât for two more days, heâd be in Louisiana visiting his sister so Steve wanted to throw him a party before he left. Â
Making sure your curls were perfect, you sprayed on some perfume and put some black heels on and headed down to the floor the party was being held at.Â
Natasha and Bucky were sat at the bar area, formulating a plan on how to make you theirs. Natasha wore an off the shoulder, floor length, blood red dress that fit her just right, with matching lipstick and heels. Â
Bucky had a tailor-made, black suit that showed his defined muscles. His face clean-shaven, displaying his sharp jaw and his hair tied back in that low, sexy bun heâs always sporting. Â
Natasha was the first to see you, choking on her drink as she takes you in, causing Bucky to follow her line of sight. His cock rock hard instantly. She bit her lip and one shared glance; they knew tonight was the night and they had just the plan to do it.Â
You lock eyes with Natasha and she beckons you over. Â
âLook at you, firefly,â she grins and you blush. Â
Bucky whistles and looks you up and down. âYouâd give poor old Steve a heart attack in that dress, doll. You look amazing.â Â
âYou think so?â You shyly ask.Â
âDefinitely,â Natasha adds. Â
You begrudgingly do a shot with them after the persisted you do at least one to help loosen you up, even though they knew you didnât like alcohol. They didnât leave your side the rest of the night, not that you minded, you loved being the center of their attention. They were waiting for the perfect moment to sneak you away, that moment came after the cake and presents, everyone having gone back to drinking and dancing. Â
Natasha loops her arm with yours. âSo, firefly,â she smirks. âMe and Bucky were thinking of changing up our room, think you could help us?â There a devious sparkle in her eyes that you miss.Â
Your eyes light up. âYes!â You smile. Â
They lead you away from the party and up to their room. Once inside Bucky locks the door. You look around as Natasha comes up behind you and puts her hands on your waist. She runs her nose up the side of your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume. You freeze.Â
âNat?â You ask on a shaky whisper. Â
âYes, firefly?â She nibbles on your ear, causing you to shudder.Â
Bucky stands in front of you and cups your face, tilting your head to make you look at him. His lips inches from yours. Your follow-up question gets stuck in your throat.Â
âDo you know,â Bucky starts, leaning forward to nudge his nose with yours.Â
âHow long weâve been waiting for you?â Natasha finishes, kissing your shoulder.Â
âWhat?â You ask through the already forming fog in your brain.Â
âWe want you, firefly. Will you let us have you?â She slides her hands up to just under your boobs, waiting for your consent. You whimper and nod.Â
âWords doll,â Bucky says.Â
âYes,â you whisper breathlessly. Â
Bucky smashes his lips to yours as Natasha cups your boobs, squeezing them. You moan and grab Buckyâs forearms. Â
He steps back and takes his suit jacket off, instructing Nat to take your dress off. She slowly unzips the dress and pushes the straps off your shoulders. It gets bunched around your middle, you blush, insecurities sneaking up on you. She just pushes it the rest of the way down.Â
Your hands itch to cover yourself but stop when Bucky lets out a deep groan. He whispers a fuck and reaches down to squeeze his throbbing cock. You let out a whine.Â
âGet on the bed and spread those gorgeous thighs, doll,â he rasps. His eyes black with lust. Your bra and panties come off and you get on the bed, laying on your back and shyly spreading your thighs. Â
Natasha moans. âLook at her Buck.â He hums and pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulder, revealing she had nothing on underneath. He groans and kisses her; she unbuttons his shirt. You whine, more slick coming out and coating your folds. They break apart and grin.Â
While Bucky finishes taking his clothes off, Natasha comes beside you and starts to play with your breasts, pinching and tugging your nipples causing you to moan. Bucky, now naked, kneels between your legs, taking in the sight of your soaked pussy. Â
âAlready so wet and weâve hardly touched you babydoll,â he taunts. You whine, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shudder.Â
âDonât tease her Buck,â Natasha says as she takes one of your nipples into her mouth. Â
She nips lightly at the bud as Bucky presses his tongue to your clit, you let out a high-pitched moan and grip his hair. As she teases your nipples, Bucky eats you out like a starved man, mumbling out how good you taste in between slurps and gasps of breath.Â
Bucky canât handle it anymore and stands up before you can cum. âI gotta be in you, doll, fuck.â He gets in between your legs and lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Â
He slowly slides in and your eyes roll back. He gives you a second once he bottoms out, letting you adjust. Natasha rubs your clit as he starts to move.Â
âHow does she feel?â She asksÂ
âSâfucking good, so tight, shitâ He groans and pounds into you.Â
Natasha oscillates between making out with you and sucking you breasts and leaving hickies. She keeps rubbing your clit. You grip the sheets, panting and moaning. Bucky angles his thrusts just right and you scream as he hits that spot inside of you that causes you to see stars.Â
âI-Iâm go-....gonna...â You canât even finish your sentence.Â
He speeds up his thrusts, âCum, doll, soak my cock.âÂ
Your eyes roll back and your back arches as you squirt, soaking his balls, thighs, and the bed. His hips stutter as he cums unexpectedly, he rides out both of your highs, his cock not softening at all. Â
Natasha motions for him to pull, when he does, she immediately gets between your legs and eats you out, moaning at the taste of your slick and Buckyâs cum. He groans and starts to fuck her.Â
This goes on for hours, both of them pull orgasms out of you. By the end of it, you lay cuddle between them, exhausted. They say that they want you to be a part of their relationship, you agree, feeling like youâre dreaming. The two people youâve had the biggest crush on actually wanted you to be with them, you couldnât have been happier.Â
When Tony finds out he whacks both Natasha and Bucky in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He also now carries a spray bottle with him for when yâall get a little too handsy. Â
All in all youâre living your dream and you couldnât be happier.
#honeybunnywrites#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky#bucky fanfic#marvel#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x curvy!reader#bucky barnes x plus size reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader smut#natasha romanoff#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff smut
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'Just call him on the phone'
Q: Aside from the millions youâve been offered for a reunion concert, how did you feel about producer Lorne Michaelsâs generous offer of thirty-two hundred dollars for appearing together on Saturday Night Live a few years ago?* A: Oh, yeah, Paul and I were together watching that show. He was visiting us at our place in the Dakota. We were watching it and almost went down to the studio, just as a gag. We nearly got into a cab, but we were actually too tired. Q: How did you and Paul happen to be watching TV together? A: That was a period when Paul just kept turning up at our door with a guitar. I would let him in, but finally I said to him**, âPlease call before you come over. Itâs not 1956, and turning up at the door isnât the same anymore. You know, just give me a ring.â He was upset by that, but I didnât mean it badly. I just meant that I was taking care of a baby all day, and some guy turns up at the door ⊠But anyway, back on that night he and Linda walked in and he and I were just sitting there watching the show, and we went, Ha-ha, wouldnât it be funny if we went down, but we didnât. Q: Is that the last time youâve seen Paul? A: Yes, but I didnât mean it like that.
<...> Q: You say you havenât really listened to Paulâs work and havenât really talked to him since that night in your apartmentâ A: Really talked to him, no, thatâs the operative word. I havenât really talked to him in ten years. Because I havenât spent time with him. Iâve been doing other things and so has he. You know, heâs got twenty five kids and about twenty million records out â how can he spend time talking? Heâs always working.
(John Lennon, 1980, All We Are Saying, David Sheff)
*It was in 25 April 1976 **it was in 26 April 1976
Well, when I, when I was Just a little baby boy, Every night, every night I would call, Because your number, you know, Brought me such sweet joy. I've called your name, John, Every night since then But I ain't never, no, no, never Heard you calling me, My sweet, sweet babe, So, you know, you better call me back again, I call your operator but I still can't get through to you, Call me back again
(Call Me Back Again, presumably, 10 June 1976, Seattle)
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Tell me, is she everything i see Or is she really not the one for me? We know, and though some may disagree But do they know the way we want to be? <âŠ> Building something One thing made to last And holding something Special from the past And do I still believe in stories we've been told***? Are all the things she brings me worth their weight in gold? Oh yeah, (oh yeah) pure gold
(Pure Gold, Paul for Ringo, 1976)
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***I remember when John and I were first hanging out together, I had a dream about digging in the garden with my hands. Iâd dreamt that before but Iâd never found anything other than an old tin can. But in this dream I found a gold coin. I kept digging and I found another. And another.The next day I told John about this amazing dream Iâd had and he said, âThatâs funny, I had the same dreamâ. So both of us had this dream of finding this treasure. And I suppose you could say it came true. I remember years later talking about it â âRemember that dream we had?â; âYeah, that was far outâ. So the message of that dream was: keep digging lads.'
(Paul McCartney to The Big Issue, Feb. 2012)
After you've gone And left me crying After you've gone Ain't no deny You'll feel blue You'll feel sad You'll miss the dearest pal that you ever had
There'll come a time And don't you forget it There'll come a time When you'll regret it****
Someday when you grow lonely Your heart will break like mine You want me only After you've gone After you've gone away
(After You've Gone, 1977, Paul's version - 'just for fun' as he said - of a 1918 popular song written by Turner Layton and Henry Creamer, and it's Frank Sinatra's (and Sophie Tucker!) version.
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****the line 'Don't you forget it/When you'll regret it' reminds another old (not as old like After You've Gone but old) song -  I Love You And Don't You Forget It by Perry Como. The song, what our lads were singing in their early years so playfully:
Klas Burling: Tell us something about how you find a song⊠how you get the idea about a song, to write it down. John: Well, sometimes it's the words first, and then the music after. Klas Burling: Very often you've got a title, you know⊠Me and you, and everything like that? Paul: Yeah. We try to do that, to make it personal so it's⊠so we really mean it. When we sing a thing about 'I love you,' it's easier. John: (singing) 'And don't you forget it!' John & Paul: (singing together, jokingly) 'I love you and don't you forget it!' Paul: Well, you see, it's easier than singing something about the cat that lives on the hill, man. (laughter) Paul: It's a lot easier just to sing about what you feel yourself.
(August 23 1963, interview with Klas Burling)
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Was I just dreaming or was it only yesterday I used to hold you in my arms And now a baby, and a another on the way [Indescernable] in a farm Now must we be alone? If it donât feel right, donât do it If it donât look right, look right through it If it donât feel right, donât do it Just call him on the phone
(John Lennon, Real Life, Feb 1977)
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We'd had a bread strike over here***** and I rang him and I was saying, What are you doing? He says. I'm baking some bread.' 'Oh! Me too.' Imagine, with the stereotypes, John and Paul talking about baking bread.
(Paul McCartney, May 2001, interview for Mojo magazine)
*****a bread strike in England was in Nov 1978
Q: Do you regret that your life has become so public? A: I realized that a good fifteen years ago. I remember actually thinking when I went on holiday somewhere, âGod Iâd really better start thinking now about keeping a few countries aside where we donât sell records. I wonât be able to go anywhere without being recognized.â But now I think, âReally, Iâve reached the point of no return. Thereâs no going back.â Even if I didnât want to sing anymore, Iâd just be like Greta Garbo or Brigitte Bardot. They both retired but youâd never know it. John said this to me a year before he died. He said, âBe careful what you wish for, it might just come true.â Thatâs the way I look at it. I wished for all this and I got it. To regret it would mean Iâd have to sit here and live with negative thoughts about it. I know that would only sink me. Even if I had feelings of regret my personality would not really let them out. âLook mate, you donât regret it. Look on the other side,â thatâs me. Not to sink. I always used to do that instinctively, and not allow too many negative thoughts to surface.
(Paul McCartney, April/May 1982, interview for Music Express)
The couple of years after the Beatles broke up it was very touchy because I think we suspected each other of business manoeuvres. So anyone would ring up, it would be like, âWhy is he ringing?â And when you put up the defensive like that itâs very difficult to say, âIâm not! Honest!â You just donât know where to put yourself. So we had a lot of those ups and downs for quite a few years. But the favourite thing was that if ever we talked not business â and what we ended doing, actually, was make a rule not to talk business on the phone â and on those occasions, we had really good vibes, man. And it was great; we just talked kids, we talked family, we talked cats, we talked life, rather than, âoh, what songs are doing with x business affair?â And one of the great things for me, one of the consolation prizes after John was killed, the only thingâ you know, you find yourself holding on to little bits of wreckage to keep yourself afloat. And with me it was the fact that our last phonecall was really one of the best we ever had together; it was really warm, we were really friends again.
(Paul McCartney, 1984, interview for CBS Morning News)
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Q: Do you remember your last conversation with John? A: Yes. That is a nice thing, a consoling factor for me, because I do feel it was sad that we never actually sat down and straightened our differences out. But fortunately for me, the last phone conversation I ever had with him was really great, and we didnât have any kind of blowup. It could have easily been one of the other phone calls, when we blew up at each other and slammed the phone down. Q: Do you remember what you talked about? A: It was just a very happy conversation about his family, my family. Enjoying his life very much; Sean was a very big part of it. And thining about getting on with his career. I remember he said, âOh, God, Iâm like Aunt Mimi, padding round here in me dressing gownââ robe, as he called it, âcause he was picking up the American vernacular ââfeeding the cats in me robe and cooking and putting a cup of tea on. This housewife wants a career!â It was that time for him. He was about to launch Double Fantasy.******
(Paul McCartney, Dec 1984, interview for Playboy)
******Double Fantasy released 17 November 1980
I was lucky. The last few wee... months that he was alive, weâd managed to get our relationship back on track. And we were talking and having real good conversations. Real nice and friendly.
(Paul McCartney about This One, interview with Bernard Goldberg for the TV series 48 Hours, 1989)
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#I did it!#I made out John and Paul calls after 1976 when John didn't let Paul into the house#Paul in his interviews combines the call about baking bread (which was in 1978) and the last call (maybe on John's birthday)#when John told about Double Fantasy#the beatles#john lennon#paul mccartney#john and paul#accidental divorce#call me back#after you've gone#real life#pure gold#the power of context#interview: john#interview: paul#david sheff#klas burling#baking bread#Youtube#the songs we were singing
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uhhhhhhhhhh emotion ocs. bcuz why not. going back to my cringe ship kid roots /lh
first is Excitement (she/her; Joy x Anxiety)! as her name suggests, she is very energetic and enthusiastic, always looking forward to the future and all the fun things it will bring.
hyperactive, overly excitable, and driven by adrenaline; will often act without thinking
anxiety is typically the one to reel her in and keep her in check
loves theme parks, thrill rides, field trips, and just generally getting to go out and have fun
i think her voiceclaim would be like. kristen schaal or something lmao. might change that but i think it fits
these guys are less developed but i like them so i'm sharing them anyways! here's Paranoia (he/they; Fear x Anxiety) and Restlessness (he/they; Ennui x Fear).
Paranoia specifically represents the feeling you get after watching a scary movie and beginning to think there's a monster in your house, leading you to check behind every door for things lurking and whatnot. (or maybe that's just a me thing..? idk SGDSKHSLKLSDH)
mouth can open VERY wide. gator boy
is it hair or antennae? the world may never know. theyre basically like what Fear has going on with his singular hair(?) strand
very jumpy and jittery, often has trouble sleeping; will most likely scream if disturbed in literally any situation
specializes in worst-case-scenario projections, which often turn out to be on the more outlandish end
transmasc!! hell yeah
Restlessness is physically incapable of sleeping, which tends to cause problems for the rest of the mind when he's in charge of the console. they tend to take over on days when Ennui, Fear, or Anxiety are the most active emotions.
paces a lot; leaves trails of glowing footsteps wherever he walks that get brighter the more he walks in one place (they do fade away eventually)
one of the tallest emotions, around Embarrassment's height; has a habit of constantly tilting their head back when standing, so their nose makes them even taller
hair coils and uncoils passively as if it has a mind of its own; will coil up tightly when he's stressed, and mostly straighten out when calm (a rare occasion)
Paranoia đ€ Restlessness = the insomnia brothers
also transmasc. we love to see it
*you might already have seen Restlessness in this post by @ronniesbizzareblog!! go check it out it has great IO artwork
#sketch#fanart#inside out#inside out 2#inside out oc#ocs#excitement (io:oc)#paranoia (io:oc)#restlessness (io:oc)#joyxiety#nervenoodle#panicfrog#again posting at like 12:30 in the morning so i hope this is coherent lol. flings this into the void and falls asleep instantly
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ᥣđ© IN PAPER RINGS AND PICTURE FRAMES!
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: dazai has never been a true believer of murphyâs law, not until today at least. he swears the world is out to get him, all he wanted was to give you a nice valentineâs day... and maybe something a little extra special. (wordcount: 6.7k; sfw; very brief mentions of dazai's attempts, fem!reader)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: valentine's day fic for my sweetest boy
âWhat do you mean I canât have the day off?â Dazai cries out, staring down at his phone in abject horror. A pillow is flung at his head and Dazai sputters out an apology to you before lifting his phone back to his ear, making a point to lower his voice as he says, âKunikida-kun, itâs Valentineâs Day. Not even you can be this heartless.â
âDazai!â Kunikida says, voice stern and sharp, and Dazai knows that the man is serious because heâs not spitting out insults about Dazaiâs laziness and lack of drive to do anything but lounge around and avoid work. âTrust me. It brings me no joy to make you come in todayânot for your sake, but for herâs. But we have to finish up the final preparations for Tanizaki and Atsushiâs upcoming mission before they leave for Kyoto tomorrow morning. Get to the office now.â
âKunikida-kun,â Dazai complains, feeling a bit more panicked, âbut I-â
âMaybe if you had actually done your work the past few days, I couldâve covered for you,â Kunikida spits out angrily. âBut we have double the workload to finish by tonight because youâve been slacking off the past week. Anyway, you shouldnât be calling the day of asking for a day off. Be to the office asap.â
Kunikida doesnât even wait for Dazaiâs response, hanging up the phone and leaving Dazai standing in your apartment staring at his phone with parted lips and wide eyes, unable to comprehend what just happened. A noise escapes his lips, something caught between a scoff and a whimper, and Dazai thinks he might cry. He feels like a wounded puppy as he turns his attention over to where youâre still curled up in bed, eyes barely cracked open as you watch him with furrowed brows.
âBellaâŠâ he pouts, making his way over to you so he can sit next to you on the bed. âTheyâre making me go into the office.â
You only roll toward him, eyes heavy with sleep, barely able to hold them open, and Dazaiâs chest feels tight and warm with a lovely feeling that heâs only ever experienced with you. He reaches out to cup your cheek, fingertips grazing your skinâyour lashes flutter as your eyes droop back shut, and Dazai doesnât think heâll ever get used to the feeling of someone seeking out his touch, trusting his hands as if they arenât rotted and blood-stained.
âThen go,â you say with a yawn, leaning into his touch and pulling the dark comforter back up around your shoulders from where it had slipped down your body.
Dazai pushes his lip out even more. âItâs Valentineâs Day. I wanted to spend the day with you. You took off today too.â
âItâs okay,â you tell him and Dazai wants to tell you that it is decidedly not okay but he canât tell you that because youâll ask why and he canât tell you without ruining everything. âIâm tired anyway. Someone decided to keep me up half the night.âÂ
Dazai can hardly even muster the vulgar smile and dirty joke that should have come to him with ease, and evidently, thatâs proof enough to you that something must be seriously wrong because you crack your eyes back open and peer up at him, concern slowly eclipsing the tiredness. Another thing heâll never be used to: having someone genuinely worry over him even over the smallest things.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask him softly, yawning again as you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. The comforter slides down from around your shoulders again, revealing the smooth skin of your bare shoulders and collarbone, and Dazai wishes for nothing more than to slip beneath the sheets with you, wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your chest.
Instead, he lets himself lean into your touch for a moment, eyes falling shut as he basks in the feeling of your fingers carding through his dark locks, nails gently scraping his scalp. He thinks he could stay in this moment forever, but alas, the serenity is utterly shattered when his phone starts buzzing again.
Dazai lets out a heavy exhale, dark eyes dragging from you to where his phone is laying on the bed next to him, seeing Atsushiâs name flash on the screenâsurely having been told by Kunikida to follow up and make sure that Dazai is actually going to show up at the office.Â
âI just wanted to spend the day with you,â he says, a bit of a white lie, but he canât tell you the real reason why heâs so disappointed. âHeâs had it out for me ever since we got together. Heâs jealous. This is his way of getting one over me.â
You smile lightly at him, pulling his face down a bit so that you can press your lips against his. Dazai sighs into your mouth, eyes sliding shut again as he kisses you, hand coming up again to cup your cheek as his lips move against yours. The kiss is slow and intimate, but far too short for his liking. You pull your lips away from his and Dazai gives you a wounded look when he tries to chase your lips only for you to dodge with a giggle.Â
âGo, Osamu,â you tell him and Dazai lets out a groan, letting his head drop to your chest. You toy with his hair and Dazai wants to tell you that doing that is only going to make him want to stay even more but he also doesnât want you to stop so he decides against it. âThe faster you get there and get your work done, the quicker you can come home.â
Home. Another word he might never get used to, his chest feels warm and fluttery as he tilts his head to the side so he can peer up at you. âOr I can just not go in at all and deal with Kunikidaâs righteous fury tomorrow.â
âNo,â you say firmly, tugging at his ear and making him yelp. âGo, Osamu. Donât be ridiculous. Let me sleep.â
Dazai sighs, rising to his feet and letting you curl back beneath the covers. He wants to tell you that itâs not that simple and that he has a whole plan and he needs to follow it strictly otherwise heâs scared that everything will go wrong, but thereâs no way of explaining that to you without having to tell you why which would ruin everything. Lamenting to himself, he shrugs his coat onto his shoulders and leans down to press his lips between your brows as you start to doze off again, brushing your hair behind your ear and letting his eyes linger on your face, skin glowing gently beneath the early morning sun.Â
It takes all of his willpower to step away from you and make his way out of your apartment, the ring in his pocket weighing more heavily with every step he takes.
âąâąâą
Dazai is really trying his best not to let his frustration spoil the night. The sun has already long set. What should have been a short day at the office finishing up paperwork ended up with him working overtime because of an emergency mission on the far side of the city concerning an ability user who could mimic appearances. Everybody else is still at the office trying to finish up preparations for Tanizaki and Atsushiâs upcoming mission in Kyoto but the President had taken one look at Dazaiâs abysmal expression and told him to go home and be with you.
And Dazai should appreciate that, honestly, otherwise heâd be stuck at the office until god knows when, leaving you at home alone all day and all night on the one day he was planning to spend the whole day with you, but heâs so bitter that he canât even summon the appreciation he should feel. Youâre taking it in stride, of course, telling him that itâs okay and youâre not mad even though Dazai insists that you definitely should be. He called you while on the train with Kunikida, curled up in a seat pouting as he shot his partner dirty looks and mourned his shitty luck because of course this would happen on the day he was planning to make the biggest decision of his life, and yours.
Not that he could tell you that part, obviously.
Kunikida had been rightfully guilty, apologizing to Dazai for the day taking as long as it did and continuously shooting him ashamed looks, but Dazai couldnât even bask in the knowledge that Kunikida is actually apologizing to him for making him work because heâs so frustrated about how the day has gone compared to what he had planned.
Itâs still salvageable, he reminds himself, glancing down at his phone. The reservations he placed for the restaurant arenât for another hour and a half. He has plenty of time to walk back to your apartment and change so he can take you out for the night, and the thought of taking you out for the night makes all of the frustration heâs feeling absolutely disappear, entirely overshadowed by the giddiness tingling through his limbs and the nerves that tighten his chest.Â
Tonight.
He twists his hands in front of his body, eyes catching on a convenience store at the corner of the block, a wide range of chocolates and flowers on display at the main window. With only a momentâs hesitation, he speeds up his pace, flinging open the door to the convenience store and beelining right to the dwindling Valentineâs Day display, weathered down by other frantic partners who were late to get their beloved gifts.
He lets out a relieved puff of air when he sees that your favorite flowers and chocolates are still available, although heâs a bit irate because the flowers arenât as healthy as they should be, but he supposes itâs his own fault. Of course they're not going to be in perfect shape after being on display all dayâif he wanted perfect flowers, he shouldâve bought and brought them to you first thing in the morning.
Which he could have done if it werenât for Kunikida, he thinks bitterly, deciding to place all of the blame on his coworker instead.
He drops the flowers and chocolates at the cash register, where an older man is working, and Dazai pulls out his wallet, flipping through to grab a few yen and place them on the counter.
The older man lets out a bit of a chuckle as he scans the chocolates and the flowers. âYouâre a bit late, arenât you, boy?â he notes. âCanât have a happy lady at home, I know mine is angry as a bull. Hope you have more than this to appease the girl.âÂ
Dazai winces and then mutters, âSheâs not angry, I got pulled into work. She understands.âÂ
It sounds pathetic even to his own ears. The man finds it amusing, evidently, from how he has to smother another laugh as he gets Dazai his change.
âMine said she was fine with it too,â he says, âbut I know Iâm coming home to the cold shoulder. They never say what they mean, son.âÂ
Dazaiâs mood falters again, the giddiness and nerves slipping away into something colder because heâs feared since he left this morning that you would be bitter over him having to go into work today. And he knows deep down that youâre not like that, that if you say itâs fine, it really is fine most of the time, but a part of him canât help but wonder if youâre only saying it because you donât want to stress him out even more, because heâd made it abundantly clear this morning that he wasnât happy.Â
âThere you go,â the older man passes over his change and the flowers and chocolates. âGood luck.â
Dazai can barely even bring himself to give the man a proper thank you, making his way back out of the convenience stores with the flowers and chocolates in hand. His eyes flicker down to his phone again, catching the time before he continues down the streetâthe pit stop had only taken a few minutes, but Dazai is doubly anxious to get back home to you now. Not just because heâs worried that youâre not quite as okay with it as youâve made yourself out to be, but also because he misses you and just wants to get back home to you, this day has been too long and itâs been especially hellish and jarring because he woke up this morning thinking heâd get to spend the entire day with you.
Heâs ready to get home to you. Heâs ready to take you out to dinner. Heâs ready to take you down to the gardens and heâs ready to-
God, heâs ready to propose. After all of these damn years, heâs finally ready and he will not let a shitty day at work ruin that for him. He still has the whole night, and thatâs whatâs important becauseâŠ
He stares at his hand, where a droplet of water had splashed against his skin. A dreadful feeling arises, dark and slithering as it spreads through him. He turns his gaze up to the dark skyâdark because the sun has set, yes, but he realizes now, with a pit in his gut, that itâs also because storm clouds seem to be gathering above the city. He hadnât even noticed them in his pitiful spiral, nor had he noticed the way the wind had picked up.Â
He hardly has time to react before the rain comes down. Hard. Torrential. He stands on the sidewalk, too riddled with shock and disbelief to even move for cover. He stares ahead, wondering just how much more terrible this day can get. Heâs never been a believer of Murphyâs Law or any of those other dubious, paranoia-induced âlaws of nature,â but heâs severely starting to question his standing on it because of all days, of course itâs today where it seems that the entire universe must be against him.
He stares at the drenched flowers he had just bought you, crumpled and ruined from the force of the rainâhe canât even bring himself to feel frustrated, if anything heâs starting to feel a bit numb with exhaustion, half-certain that thereâs a god up there sabotaging him. He tosses the flowers in a nearby garbage can along with the soggy box of chocolates in his other hand, and almost robotically, he makes his way to stand under an overhang, pulling out his phone to call you.
You pick up after the first ring, you always do.
âOsamu?â
âCan you pick me up?â Dazai asks, voice hoarse and empty.
â... Of course. Where are you?â
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The car ride has been damningly silent and Dazai feels bad because youâve tried to make conversation with him but he canât bring himself to speak. Youâve given up by now though, resorting to just focusing on the road, occasionally sparing him concerned glances. His head is starting to hurt and he fears that if he says something his voice might crack, so instead he just leans his head against the passenger seat window, letting the cool glass spread through his brain and ease the pain as you intertwine your fingers with his.Â
âWeâre never going to make the reservation,â Dazai finally decides to speak up, voice sounding cold and distant even to his own ears. He nearly flinchesâhe wouldâve preferred it to crack than sound so frigid and aloof.Â
The rain pouring down is torrential, lightning webbing across the dark sky and wind howling outside. Already, thereâs been road closures, the twenty minute drive from the Agency to your apartment has taken twice as long as it usually takes and youâre still stuck in bumper to bumper traffic trying to take the long way around to the complex. The reservation is set for forty minutes from now, and itâll take nearly as long to get to your apartment at this rate, and then Dazai still has to dry off and change from work, and then you have to drive to the restaurant which would've taken another twenty minutes without traffic.Â
Not that it matters anyway, the storm has already destroyed his plans for after dinner, which was the whole point of the dinner anyway, but still, he would have at least liked to bring you to a nice dinner for Valentineâs Day.
He wonders if this is all meant to be a sign, and the thought makes his chest ache because of course when he finally thinks heâs ready to take the next step in his relationship with youâone that he knows youâve been waiting patiently for four years now but his own hangups about himself have stopped him from ever doing anything about itâthis happens. And youâve never pressured him about it, youâve never even brought it up to him because you know the topic makes him uncomfortable, but heâs seen the way you look at all of the happily married couples who come into the cafe when you meet him there for his lunch break and heâs seen the way you sometimes glance down at your own empty finger and Dazai thinks heâs ready.Â
Against all odds, he thinks heâs readyâhe bought you a ring, he planned out the whole proposal. Anxiety has been eating him alive all week as the days led up to this and now that the day is here, everything just goes wrong. He was going to bring you to the aquarium, because he knows you love to watch the dolphins and the penguins but that was ruined because of work. He was going to take you out to dinner at Le Normandie in Naka, because heâd seen you looking at the menu all longingly a few weeks ago, but that was ruined because of the road closures and traffic. And then he was going to bring you down into Yamashita Park, over to the flower gardens where there was supposed to be a band playing, because they always do on Valentineâs Day, and he wrote up everything, a long and flowery speech about how youâve shown him what itâs like to really live, what itâs like to be human, but that was ruined by the storm.Â
All the preparations he made, all of the plans he had, all of it gone to ruin. Just like that.Â
And now heâs doubting how ready he actually is.
He really does wonder if this is a sign, a warning, evenâhigher powers telling him not to condemn you to a life with him because what sort of sane person would want a future with someone whoâs spent most of his life trying to kill himself? Dazai has more issues than heâs worth and heâs still half-convinced that you donât know what youâre getting into even though youâve been with him for four years and have seen some of his most egregious lows. Youâve had to cut him down from the noose, fight him for the blade he held against his skin, and Dazai doesnât know if heâll ever be able to fully free himself of the dark thoughts tearing apart his brain.Â
And you deserve better than a future with someone whoâs fickle about living and unable to effectively combat the dark thoughts that plague his mind. This is the worldâs attempt at reminding him of that before he makes a mistake.
You draw him from his spiraling thoughts as you squeeze his hand gently, lifting his hand to press your lips against his knuckles and Dazai feels even worse because why are you comforting him when heâs the one who ruined your Valentineâs Day.Â
âLetâs order takeout then,â you say easily, giving him a warm smile that should have made him feel more at ease but instead it only makes him feel worse because you shouldnât have to settle for takeout on Valentineâs Day, especially when he planned such a nice day out. âIâm craving pizza. We can curl up on the couch and watch a movie instead.â
Dazai is unconvinced.
âDonât give me that look,â you complain, but youâre still smiling and Dazai is finding it hard to keep up his sullen attitude with you looking at him like that. âThereâs a new horror movie I wanted to watch, itâs available for streaming now.â
âThis wasnât how the day was supposed to go,â Dazai murmurs, finally intertwining his fingers with yours, rubbing a circle with his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
âLetâs make the most of it anyway,â you tell him, giving him another radiant smile, and Dazai feels a bit like a foolâheâs never listened to the warnings from higher powers before, so why the hell should he now? When you give him another reassuring squeeze as you rest your joined hands back down on the console, turning your attention back onto the road, his chests lighten and the creeping doubts start to trickle away.Â
He thinks that maybe, just maybe, itâll all work out anyway.
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It takes less than an hour for his slim hopes to be crushed yet again.
Dazai stares at the food in front of him, too numb to even think to go chase after the delivery driver and tell him that he got the order wrong. Youâre standing somewhere to the side, looking even more concernedânot because of the food, because of him, and Dazai knows that he should reassure you and tell you that everything is fine but he canât even muster the strength to speak the words.Â
âItâs okay,â you tell him, reaching out to grab his hand. He doesnât even intertwine his fingers with yours, but youâre undeterred, clutching his hand tightly, and he knows heâs being unfair to you but he just doesnât even know what else to do. âOsamu, itâs fine, really. Itâs just some food.â
âYou donât even eat any of this food,â Dazai says, voice tight and more than a bit frustrated. Heâs not sure how much more of this he can take, the morning had started off so nice waking up to you fast asleep on his chest and every passing second since then has just gone further and further downhill. âNot one thing has gone right today, and they canât even get one order done correctly. Itâs not fine, I-â
Dazaiâs eyes flutter shut when you reach up to cup his cheeks between your hands, squishing his face gently before leaning in to press your lips against his. He sighs against your lips, the frustration slowly starting to dissipate as you rest your forehead against his, stealing one, two, three more kisses before finally pulling back a bit to speak.
âItâs okay,â you reassure him again, and Dazai thinks he should be the one reassuring you because itâs your Valentineâs Day that has been utterly ruined but he only relaxes into your touch, soaking up all of the comfort you offer him. âI have pizza bagels in the freezer, we can throw them in the oven. Honestly, Iâve been tempted to make them all day, anyway, but I wanted to wait for you. Itâs not a big deal.â
â... Yeah?â Dazai asks quietly, and you give him that soft, soothing smile that always puts his nerves at ease. He lets out another puff of air, nodding. âOkay, Iâll put them in.â
He steals another kiss from you, and then another, and the tension in his shoulders finally begins to melt when he feels you giggling against his lips, shooing him away to go put the pizza bagels in the oven.
Just as the thought crosses his mind, that maybe the night is still salvageable, he reaches for the door to your freezer and as his fingers curl around the handle, the power goes out. Thunder shakes your apartment complex, lightning webs the sky outside, and the wind outside becomes even more treacherous. And with it, the ability to use the oven to make the pizza rolls you want disappears.
You donât say anything. Neither does he. Dazai thinks it should be comical at this point but he can find no humor in it, his throat tight and clogged with a million unwelcome emotions. He swears there must be someone up in the heavens laughing at him, finding entertainment in his misfortune and misery, and maybe he deserves it for all of the sins heâs committed in the past but he wishes that they wouldnât drag you into this.Â
He casts a miserable look in your direction, unsure if you even notice because youâre already at work trying to fumble to light a few candles, and Dazai is so tired that he thinks he might die. All he had wanted was to take you on a nice day out, ending the night with dinner and a stroll through the gardens at Yamashita before finally gathering the nerve to get down on one knee in front of you, showing you the ring heâd been so nervous buying and-
And then he pauses.
Where is the ring?
The thought dawns on him so damningly that he feels physically ill, realizing that he hadnât felt the familiar weight in his pocket earlier when walking home from the Agency, nor had he noticed it when he slipped his jacket off and laid it on one of the kitchen chairs. He rushes over to where he had left his jacket, panic spreading through him so intensely that he can hardly think straight, ignoring how you call his name, worried.
His chest tightens, blood running cold as he fumbles through the pockets of his jacket trying to figure out which one he left it in only to realize that itâs not snugged safely in any of them. Dazai thinks he might throw up, wondering if it had fallen out when he took his jacket off at the office, or if it had fallen out while he was walking to work, or when he stopped at the convenience store and pulled out his wallet, or when he was walking home. If it was the latter three, the ring is gone and heâll probably never see it again, and he probably should take that as a sign from god to not condemn you to a life with him.
âOsamu?â you ask, voice soft and cautious as you make your way over to him, obviously sensing his distress.Â
Dazai wants to cry. Or maybe he wants to laugh. He canât tell. He leans his elbows onto the counter, hiding his face in his hands, and then he decides to laugh, or maybe heâs crying, heâs not sure honestly, but his shoulders are shaking and youâre wrapping your arms around his waist. Dazai wants to melt into you and he wants to tell you just how abysmally terrible this day has been but he canât without telling you what he had planned and that only makes him more miserable.Â
You coax his face out from where itâs hiding against his hands as you stroke his hair, pressing your lips to his shoulder, and then his temple, and as soon as he turns his face to you, youâre cupping his cheeks in your hands, thumbs wiping away the wetness streaming down his cheeks, and he realizes distantly that he mustâve been crying. God, when was the last time he cried before this? He doesnât even remember.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask him, keeping your voice soft as if to not startle him.Â
He doesnât want to answer, so he doesnât. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into the crook of your neck, hiding himself from view again. As always, you take it in stride, wrapping your arms around him, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head and hold him close, lips pressing against the top of his hair. And Dazai is still so frustratedâheâs so frustrated and upset with himself and upset with the world, but as soon as heâs wrapped tight in your arms, it becomes increasingly hard to remain focused on all of the negative thoughts.
âIâm so tired,â is all he can say, voice hoarse and cracking, blunt nails digging crescents into your back as he clings to you desperately.Â
Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Heâs so tired. He just wanted this to be a nice day, and he wanted to finally push himself into giving himself to you entirely, because itâs what he wants. Itâs what he wanted. He wanted to be yours and he wanted you to be his. Officially. But if the world really is trying to warn him against it, heâs thinking that maybe he should heed its warnings for onceâfor your sake, because heâs sure that anyone tied to him must be cursed.Â
âLetâs go lay down,â you tell him softly, carding your fingers through his hair gently. The motion is so soothing that it nearly makes his eyes droop shut, exhaustion seeping deep through his bones. âOs-â
Thereâs a harsh knock at your door.Â
Dazaiâs eyes slide shut again, frustration coming back tenfold because he canât even have a single moment with you without it going horribly wrong. You sigh as you break yourself free from him and Dazai longs to be back in your arms instantly, the weight of the day bearing down on him twice as heavily without you there to share the burden with him.
âIâll go get the door,â you tell him, leaning up on your toes to press your lips to the corner of his. âGo lay down, Iâll join you in a second.â
âNo,â Dazai says, capturing your lips in a real kiss briefly before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âIâll get the door. You go change into your pajamas.â
âYou sure?â you ask him, concern clear in your eyes as you look up at him.
Dazai only nods, pressing his lips to your forehead before ushering you off into the bedroom. You cast him one more worried look but Dazai shoos you away pointedly before making his way over to the door, frowning a bit because who the hell is showing up at your door this late? He thinks that if itâs the restaurant that sent the wrong food, then Dazai might just slam the door in the delivery man's face because the damage has already been done and Dazai is feeling petty.
But no. Itâs not the delivery man standing outside your apartment with the right food this time. Rather, itâs an anxious looking Atsushi and a stressed Kunikida. Dazaiâs eye twitches a bitâas if his day hadnât been ruined enough with work, he swears to god that if they're about to bring even more to him on top of dragging him away from you all day, someone might die.Â
âDazai-san,â Atsushi sounds absurdly relieved at the sight of the man but Dazaiâs expression doesnât budge, waiting for them to explain why they were interrupting his night with you. âWe were just leaving work and-I wish Iâd seen it sooner, Iâm sorry-I wouldâve come sooner but-I mean we tried to call and text but-â
Dazai has no idea what Atsushi is talking about, so he drags his eyes from the anxious boy up to Kunikida, waiting for a proper explanation. Kunikidaâs lips twist when Dazai looks at him and Dazai thinks the man has no right to look at him that way after being the root cause of how awful his day.
Suddenly, Dazai catches sight of the familiar velvet box sitting in Kunikidaâs hand, and heâs not sure what amalgamation of emotions rocks his bodyâfear, relief, apprehensionâbut he doesnât like it, reaching out to snatch the box from Kunikida and cradle it to his chest, watching the two of them uneasily.
âYou moron,â Kunikida snaps, careful to keep his voice low, but not low enough because horror shoots through Dazai when Kunikida continues with, âwhy didnât you say you were-â
âLower your voice,â Dazai says, panicking, casting a glance back toward where youâre still getting changed in the bedroom.
âWhy didnât you say you were proposing?â Kunikida finishes in a whisper, voice still a sharp hiss. âIf youâd mentioned that I wouldâve-â
Dazai feels flustered, and he does not want to answer and admit that he hadnât thought it would make a difference. Luckilyâor maybe unluckily, he concedesâhe doesnât have to answer because he hears you making your way out of the bedroom.
âOsamu?â you call curiously, âIs that Kunikida-kun and Atsushi-kun?â
Dazaiâs eyes widen when he realizes that he has nowhere to hide the ring as you come around the corner from the hall. He promptly slams the door in both of his coworkersâ faces without even the sparest thank you, ignoring their surprised yelps as panic begins to spread through him, doing his best to hide his hands behind his back when he turns around to face you.
And then-
Then he hesitates.Â
The excuse on his lips about last minute mission briefing or Dazai having to sign off on a time-sensitive report dies when his eyes fall upon where youâre standing, dressed in your fuzzy pajamas with your arms wrapped around your waist and a confused expression painted on your face. The only lighting in the room is the few dim candles that you set up once the power went out, and the soft ambience casts an ethereal glow over your face. He thinks, not for the first time, that you might be heavenly, an angel sent to guide him on the path of good because how could he ever allow himself to fall back into his old, tainted habits without tarnishing you as well, and tarnishing you is simply unacceptable.Â
All of the doubts that have risen throughout the day wash away as he looks at you, and he wonders, briefly, how he couldâve ever had any doubts? Dazai, for all of his insecurity and fears of commitment, wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He does. He knows it so thoroughly that he can feel it in his bones; he doesnât want anyone else, he doesnât want to be alone, he wants you. He wants to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night, he wants to lounge around on the weekends because youâre both too lazy to get out of bed and do something productive, he wants to be there for your lows when youâre so overwhelmed with work that you can hardly think straight much less properly take care of yourself and god, against all odds, he wants you there for his too, when he feels like heâs being consumed by his own thoughts, spiraling down a dark and never-ending train that might not be as dark and never-ending with you there as a light to guide him out of it.Â
âMarry me,â he says, breathless, voice laced with desperation.
You stare at him, eyes wide. He stares back, frozen, unsure of what to do because this was not how this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be extravagant, romantic, like you deserve, not some half-assed spur of the moment proposal. The words hang heavily in the air between the two of you, but he forces himself to push forward, too far in deep to back out now.Â
He fumbles as he tries to shift the velvet box into one hand to bring it in front of him and show you. He drops it. Of course he does. Everything else has gone wrong today so why not this too? But still, he pushes forward, kneeling down to scoop up the ring box and prop himself up on one knee in front of you, throat swollen and tight as he opens up the box to show you the ring inside of it. Heâs holding it backwards. Of course he is. So he fixes it promptly, swiveling it around with trembling fingers, waiting anxiously for you to respond. Or even just react.Â
You havenât budged from where youâre standing a few feet away.
What if you say no? God, the thought hadnât even crossed his head but now his heart starts to sink from his chest down to his feet because youâre not moving and youâre not saying anything and he doesnât know if youâre just processing his words or if youâre trying to figure out the best way to reject him.Â
He starts to fumble out words. âThis was not how this was supposed to happen,â he admits, speaking so quickly that he can barely understand himself. âIt was supposed to be a nice day, we were gonna go to the aquarium to see the dolphins and penguins, dinner at Le Normandie and then go down to the gardens at the park, and there was supposed to be a band and flowers and I had a whole speech ready and it definitely was not supposed to be like this but everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong, but I want to marry you and I donât want to wait anymore, and Iâm sorry that this is a shitty proposal, you deserve better than this. And Iâm probably making it worse, I should have just waited for another day, but-â
But please say yes, he wants to say, but he canât force the words out; he can only stare at you, expression more open and vulnerable than he thinks heâs been in his entire life. And he realizes, a bit horrified, that you could ruin him right nowâheâs laid his heart out on a platter and itâll only take one swift motion for you to crush it in hand and he thinks heâs terrified but-
All of the air is ripped from his lungs with a harsh oof. In an instant, his back is to the floor and youâre on top of him and Dazai is staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, trying to figure out what exactly happened.
âYouâre so stupid, Osamu,â you cry out and to Dazaiâs horror, he realizes that youâre crying, hands propped up on his chest to brace yourself up, tears pooling in your eyes and streaming over your cheeks and dripping onto his own face. âIs this what youâve been so upset about all day? I donât need any of that, all I need is you.â
Oh. Dazai canât breathe, and itâs not because youâre on top of him itâs because your words are processing and heâs realizing that-are you saying that-
âOf course, Iâll marry you, you idiot.â
He lets out a sharp exhale, a puff of air that he does not have in his lungs, but he doesnât care. He doesnât know what heâs feelingâelation, relief, exhilaration, all of the aboveâbut he does know that heâs never felt anything like it before and he doesnât want it to go away. Ever. Dazai swears he sees a flash of a camera from the window, and he swears doubly that he hears Yosano let out a hoot of a cheer and Kunikida hushing her, dragging her away, but he canât even bring himself to care.Â
 Yeah, Dazai thinks to himself, eyes sliding shut as he rests his head back against the floor, the first genuine smile of the day tugging to the edge of his lips as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, clutching at his shirt, sniffling and hiccuping over each breath. He wraps an arm around your waist, using his free hand to slip the ring out of the box and slide it onto your finger. You cry harder. He kisses the top of your head, wondering how he could ever have any doubts or hesitations.Â
He could definitely spend the rest of his life like this.
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Are you my daddy?
warning: none
characters: jude x famous mom!reader
summary: when you're doing a show and you bring your baby, but he seems more interested in finding a father than enjoying the performance
request: yes
may contain spelling and translation errors!
It was a magical night in Madrid. The Santiago BernabĂ©u stadium was packed, but not for a football match. That night, the energy didnât come from the crowd, but from the passionate fans who were anxiously awaiting Y/n Styles, the world star who would perform yet another one of her grand shows.
You were at the height of your career as a singer. You were known for your powerful voice and deeply personal lyrics that touched the hearts of millions. But what the audience saw on stage was only part of the story. Out of the spotlight, you were a single mother, raising little Oliver, four years old, with all the love in the world.
That night, the show in Spain had a special flavor for you. It was the first time Oli would see his mother perform live. He was excited, his little eyes shining darkly, jumping up and down in his seat in the box, while you prepared to go on stage. And in a box next door, Jude Bellingham, one of Real Madrid's stars, had been invited by friends to the show. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of pop music, but he agreed to go to relax a bit after an intense season.
The show started with an explosion of lights and sounds, and you entered the stage with all the energy that characterized you. The audience went wild. You sang with passion, as if each word was a piece of your soul. As you sang, your eyes shone, and you felt the weight of everything you had achieved, but also what you had left behind.
Oliver, in the box, was delighted. He kept pointing at his mother and, in his innocence, he couldn't hide his joy.
âLook, daddy! Mommy's singing!
Jude, who was in the box next door, turned his face towards the little boy when he heard the word "daddy". He frowned in confusion, but soon smiled when he saw the little boy pointing to the stage with such enthusiasm. Oliver had apparently mistaken Jude for his father.
The player looked around to see if the little boy's "father" was there, but he didn't see anyone who seemed to be with him. Intrigued and a little amused, he approached, and the boy smiled even more.
âYou're daddy, right?
Oliver asked with the simplicity and sweetness typical of a child.
Jude laughed, not knowing exactly what to answer.
âI... I don't know if I'm your daddy, but it seems like you really like your mommy, huh?
He nodded, his bright eyes fixed on the stage where you shone like a star.
âMommy is the best singer in the world! She always sings me a song before I go to sleep.
Bellingham looked at the stage again. He knew who you were, of course. Who didn't know Y/n Styles? The singer who dominated the music charts, but the fact that she had a son - and, apparently, was a single mother - was news to him. And now, here he was, being called âdaddyâ by an adorable little boy who clearly didnât understand the complexity of the situation. He crouched down to Oliverâs level and smiled.
âYou know, your mommy really is amazing. You must be so proud of her.
Oliver nodded enthusiastically.
âYes! Iâm Mommyâs pride and joy too! She always says that.
Jude felt his heart ache at that. There was something about the simplicity and purity of the child that touched him. He looked back at the stage, watching you sing a slow, emotional song, and suddenly felt an unexpected connection with the woman who stood in front of thousands of fans. When the show finally ended, you, sweaty and exhausted, made a point of running to the box where your baby was. You missed your son, even after only a few hours away from him.
When you arrived, what you saw took you by surprise. Jude Bellingham, the player who was one of the biggest stars of the biggest team in the world, was talking to your son, and the two seemed to be getting along very well.
âOliver, honey!
You called, still trying to understand what was happening.
The little boy ran to you, hugging you tightly.
âMommy, you were amazing!
You smiled, crouching down to his height and covering his face with kisses. When you finally looked up, you saw that Jude was watching you, an expression of curiosity and something else in his eyes.
âSorry... âYou began, a little awkwardly. âIt seems my son made a new friend.
Jude smiled, shaking his head.
âNo problem. He... kind of mistook me for someone else.
You frowned, picking the boy up.
âMistook?
âYes. âJude laughed. âHe kept calling me daddy during the show.
You blushed immediately, hugging Oli close to you as you shot an embarrassed look at the man in front of you.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry. He⊠he doesnât really knowâŠ
Jude held up his hand, interrupting you.
âOkay, really. It was kind of... funny. And he's a lovely boy.
You sighed in relief.
âHe's... the most important thing in my life. âYou smiled, looking at your son who was now nestled in your arms, exhausted after the excitement of the show. âSometimes he has this habit of calling people 'daddy'. He... never met his father, so I guess he just creates these ideas in his head.
When your eyes met Jude's, you felt an electric shock. It was as if time had stopped. The packed stadium disappeared, and only him was left, with his captivating smile. Jude, too, felt the connection. His heart raced, and he couldn't look away. Oli, sensing the tension, pointed at Jude, shouting,
âMommy! Daddy's here!
The crowd around you laughed, but you and Jude just looked at each other, surprised. You nervously approached him.
âSorry about thatâŠ..?
He smiled, extending his hand.
âJude. Nice to meet you.
When you touched his hand, you felt goosebumps.
As you watched, your heart melted. Jude was kind, charismatic and⊠endearing.
After the show, the three of you walked down the aisle. Oli, on Judeâs lap, sang something that sounded like âdaddy, dad!â
You couldnât stop smiling. It was as if life was conspiring to bring you together.
In a moment of daring, your hands brushed in the air, and a tension ran through you.
âCan I take you to dinner? I want to know more about you.
Your heart raced.
âYes, Jude... I would love to.
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He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses
Felix Catton x Fem! Reader
You and Felix spend Valentineâs Day together. <3
Smut (lowk filthy) + Fluff
Wc: 2,550
An: Wanted to post this before v day, but i got sidetracked, thankfully pushed it out before the day ended :3
February 14th.
The day of love.
The day to show your special someone how much you care for them.
The day thatâll bring out the joy and excitement out of most, but will also bring out the bitter feelings of some.
Felix has never really favored Valentineâs day. He may be a soft romantic now; a year into your relationship, but before, he was used to hookups that led to his lonesome morning after. Hence why it was so hard for him to ask you out last year on this very day.
He spent hours in different shops; trying to find the perfect gifts for you. Obviously, this process wouldâve gone by quicker if Venetia didnât get distracted by the hundreds of soft stuffed animals every few minutes, and if Farleigh had even went.
âPlease Farleigh! Surely you can help me! You know more about these things than I do!â
âNo can do lover boy, besides, you have Vee going with you.â Farleigh had said with an amused smirk.
After a little more of groveling and begging on Felixâs end, Farleigh still didnât budge. The fact that Felix had said that he wanted to âwooâ you, hadnât helped his case either.
The beaming lights of the shops reflecting off of the bright pinks and reds had Felixâs head starting to ache.
He had settled on getting you a bouquet of red roses, a basket of your favorite snacks, and some other little goodies.
That day when you saw one singular rose on your desk in your english class, the last person you expected to be nervously glancing in your direction was Felix.
After a long, panic-filled conversation with the blubbering boy, you two had finally become official, and Felix swears to this day, that it was the best day of his entire life.
Now, Felix has gotten a bit better at buying gifts for you. He knows you like the back of his tattooed hand. But he canât help but feel nervous to see you this morning. After all, you only have one, one year anniversary with your love.
Felix observed as the other students of Oxford were handing out gifts to their significant others. Felix couldnât help but think about how his presents for you were far more superior to everyone elseâs.
He had been so distracted, that he hadnât noticed you walking up.
You tapped on his shoulder and he had nearly leaped out of his skin.
He quickly realizes who is in front of him, and grips you up like you were light as a feather.
âAngel! Oh my goodness you startled me! Happy anniversary sweet girl!â Felix says grinning, like he was looking at the brightest star in the galaxy.
âHappy anniversary my love,â you return through your giggles.
âHere! Here! Open the gifts I bought for you honey!â Felix rushes out as heâs pushing the bags into your hands.
You jokingly chide him for nearly knocking your things out of your hands, but quickly start digging through one of the bags.
He had given you one of his sweaters, a pair of heels you had been eyeing in town, a few other items, and most importantly, a beautiful ring covered in diamonds.
âSânot an engagement ring, not yet anyways, but a promise ring, because I promise to love you always and forever. Thaâs a bit too cheesy, isnât it? Sorry, I had this whole thing I was going to say but-â
You cut his rambling off with a deep kiss to his rosy lips.
âThank you Felix, I love it with my whole heart, baby.âYou say while pulling away breathlessly.
Felixâs face started to hurt from the constant smiling, but the thought of that flew out the window as he remembered that you had gotten him something.
Felix had practically ripped through the big box you gave him; feeling like he was about to burst at the seems. You smile softly, imagining him with a wagging tail and perked up puppy ears.
You had bought a few articles of clothing, more cologne, a new book that he said he had been interested in reading, and of course, a stunning bracelet, that matched the exact same on dangling on your wrist.
After many more kisses, hugs, and sugary sweet words exchanged between the two of you, you both head to class.
Felix was counting down the minutes until he could see your dazzling face in front of him again. His class felt as if it had been going on for hours, and the fact that he couldnât focus on his lesson for even a few minutes while thinking about you, wasnât helping. His mind was drifting to what he had planned for the two of you later tonight.
You, on the other hand, were on the same boat as Felix.
All that consumed your mind was Felix; youâre sweet, dashing Felix.
Youâre suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your professor, who had agitatedly started lecturing you on the importance of focusing on class.
And finally, after multiple grueling hours, and a heated make-out session in a storage closet, classes for today were over.
Felix suggested that you two go into town, and go on a date to the cafe you both loved. At this point, it was your guysâ cafe; your designated spot, where you both can run away from the world and just enjoy one another.
After spending hours, which seemed like minutes, in the cafe, and throughout town, the two of you settle on going back to your dorm.
Normally, the two of you just go to Felixâs dorm, but his was still somewhat airing out from the smoke session you two had the night prior.
Although, the idea of you two walking through town sounded romantic at the time, you hadnât thought into how long you two would be walking.
ââLex?â You call out softly. Felix immediately turns to you.
âCan you carry me? Mâfeet hurt honey.â You say with a slight pout, to get your point across.
Felix, of course, being the amazing boyfriend he is, quickly picks you up, bridal-style and carries you back.
You ask him multiple times if he was alright carrying you for so long, but after his reassurance and light nip to your nose, your worries are put to rest.
The two of you eventually settle on your bed, and you curl against Felixâs warm body.
âWait, darling, I forgot a few things at my dorm,â Felix rushes out.
âMmm, no âLex, stay with meâ
âItâll only be a minute angel, I promise.â
Felix nearly doesnât have the heart to pull you off of him, but he canât afford to keep you from your final gift for much longer.
He leaves with a quick kiss to your forehead and nose, and goes to retrieve the items from his dorm.
He comes back and spots you sitting up on the bed with what he thinks is nothing, but his shirt on, and strawberries. You had also opted for a can of whipped cream, instead of melted chocolate, because after last time, you didnât want to endure the process of the chocolate staining your white sheets, and hardening as you two tried to use it.
âWhaâs this baby?â Felix says with a smirk as he inches towards you.
You feel his warm, hand on your calf as he reaches you.
âWhat? Did you really think we were going to go without some fun on our anniversary baby?â You say while looking up at him with longing.
âUnwrap your gift, Felix.â
The brunette boy wastes no time in stripping you from his your shirt.
There, he sees, the lacy brown lingerie covering your body; the brown being almost, if not fully, identical to the color of his dark brown irises.
Felix kisses your neck, leaving no area of skin unmarked with purple bruises.
âMm, waitâ He says as he leaves behind a slight strain on saliva on your flesh.
âOh my god Felix, seriously?â You say with slight annoyance.
âRelax. I have something for you.â Felix chides.
Felix pulls out a box, containing a necklace; with his initials on it.
âDâyou like it baby? I think itâll be perfect, thaâway none of those other boys could even think they could have a chance with you.â
âWhy boys, Felix?â You ask slyly, trying to push his buttons a bit.
âI say boys because, my angel..They could never fuck you like I doâŠLike a man.â He says lowly, showcasing the bass in his silky smooth voice.
You let out a whine at this; loving when he gets possessive over you, âput it on me Felix, claim me.â You purr.
He moves your hair out of his way, and puts the necklace around your neck, subtly grinding his hard, pulsing cock against the little fabric you had covering your cunt.
You let out a sigh, as Felix moans lowly in your love-bitten ear.
He then grabs a strawberry and stuffs it gently between your lips, making you bite down on it.
The juices trickle down your chin as he moves the fruit around inside of your mouth. He licks a stripe up from your throat to right below your lips.
He goes back and leaves a bite on your throat, making you tilt you head back with a sharp moan, giving him more access.
Felix kisses you roughly as he grabs the whipped cream. He squirts a line of the sweet cream onto your navel; watching it slowly glide down to your soaked core.
âGodâŠâLex donât tease me,â you whimper meekly.
âBut yâtaste sâsweet, lovie.â Felix says, letting out a giggle that makes your pussy clench.
âOh look at you, mâdirty little thing. Clenchinâ around nothinâ,â Felix says smugly as he kisses down your warm body.
Abruptly, Felix dips down and licks a stripe up your achy cunt.
âFuck âLex!â
Felix grins at your shriek, as he presses sloppy kisses to your clit.
ââŠI thought I told you to stop teasing me baby,â you say, pushing his head down onto your cunt, prompting him to start licking and sucking where you want him to.
Your back arches off the bed as you squeal in ecstasy. You grab Felixâs hair with both hands roughly; he moans at this, which sends shockwaves through your body.
Felix fucks you with his tongue for what feels like hours, sticking his tongue in and out of your pulsing hole.
Felix feels your thighs trembling, making it clear that youâre close to reaching your climax.
Felix removes his mouth with a slick pop and a charming smile, making you cry out.
âWait! Wait no. âLex, whyâd you stop? Baby. Baby please I need it. Put it back please-â
âShhh, angel. Mâgonna give you somethinâ better. Gonna give you this cock. Thaâs what you wanted, right?â Felix says pressing his lips to yours, again, and again.
Felix continues kissing you as he pulls down his pants and boxers, pulling out his stiff dick.
He rubs the tip against your folds, watching his precum drip against your wetness.
âMmm, yâready fâme sweetheart?â
âPlease, please, please âLex. Iâll be so good! So so good, I promise! Please give it to me! I need it!â You shout eagerly.
âGod, you make me feel whole,â Felix says as he slowly pushes his cock into your heat.
âThank you âLex! Thank you! Oh fuck!â
Felix almost immediately starts thrusting in and out of you roughly, opening your legs wider as he plants his feet.
âFuck babe! I swear yâmade fâme. I thank any ân every god thaâ led us to each other, honey.â Felix says with a delicious groan.
âShit! God thatâs it baby. Donât stop!â You say, reaching down to start toying with your clit.
Felix nips at your fingers; having noticed your dainty fingers rubbing circles. Silently ordering you to quit it.
You wrap your legs around his meaty torso tightly as he flicks at your puffy pussy.
âOh! Oâfuck! Right there! Mhm!â Felix feels as if heâs consuming your moans, picking up his already brutal pace to absolutely abuse your cunt. His main goal being to make you squirm in ways only he can.
âUh huh? Yeah yâlike that angel? Feels- oh f-fuck. Feels good doesnâit?â
Felix lets out more deep groans, with the occasional whine.
ââLex. âLex, baby. Mâcumming.â You rush out breathlessly.
âMâright there with yâbaby, mâright here. Just, fuck, wait a second..Wanna come together, beautiful.â Felix says panting.
The only noises to be heard in the somewhat small dorm are the moans and gasps of two passionate lovers, and the squeaks and banging from the plush bed.
In any other scenario, youâd be pressing your hand around your mouth, stressing to Felix about the importance of staying quiet; not wanting to get more noise complaints. But right now, you could barely even think about where you are; focusing only on the circles being rubbed on your glistening cunt, and the feeling of Felixâs warm, almost candle-lit hot limbs touching yours.
Felixâs pace begins to falter, growing sloppier and sloppier with every thrust, showing signs of Felix nearing his blissful end.
âYes! Fuck yes! Come fâme angel, please! Give it tâme! Câmon, yâknow yâcan, here hold mâhand.â Felix says, reaching his clammy hand to your already sweaty one.
âF-fuck! âLex!â
In the span of seconds, the two of you are coming undone together, gripping each otherâs hand so tightly.
You feel your climax shake through your entire body, making you jerk against Felixâs hold, as he tries to keep himself together.
Felix collapses softly next to you with a soft âholy shit,â making sure not to startle you in your hazy state.
He brushes the hair from your moist skin and peppers feather-like kisses onto your face, collarbone, and scalp; helping you calm down from your high.
You look at him bleary eyed, taking account of his wobbly smiles as he tries to catch his breath.
âDoes he ever stop smiling?â You think to yourself.
âHi honey,â Felix whispers.
âHi baby,â you whisper back with a giggle.
âYâso gorgeous, yâknow that, angel?â He says, after softly pulling out and snuggling closer to you with a blanket.
âSo iâve been told,â you say, blinking sleepily.
âWait, sweetheart. Yâcanât sleep yet! I gotta clean you up!â Felix says in a hurry, jumping out from underneath the blanket. He quickly walks over to his desk, which has a pack of wipes on it, and he finds a towel on his dresser.
You fight sleep, as Felix softly wipes you, making sure not to put too much pressure on your already sore cunt.
He sits you up a bit, putting on of his cozy sweatshirts on your frame and gently lays you back down.
He quickly puts a pair of boxers on once he hears your soft whines, begging for him to cuddle you.
He lays down and drapes your body on top of his.
The last thing you feel before drifting off is a sweet kiss being pressed onto your forehead.
âHappy Valentineâs Day lovie..and most importantly, happy one year anniversary.â
feedback always appreciated bb <3
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entreat (reader x yuta okkotsu)
notes: hellow hellow! this is actually my first time writing yuta ahaha. he's a sweet boy who deserves the world (like most of the rest of the cast). intially the idea for this fic was a bit different but, i think this is cute too.
this fic was a request written as part of the @/ficsforgaza initiative as a gift for @yutaleks. my requests are currently closed, but if you are interested please do check the ffg tumblr out! there are lots of writers participating!
contains: gn!reader, food (mentions of, eating and sharing), yuta okkotsu being a cutie patoot
Whenever Yuta travels for a mission, he always brings back souvenirs; boxes of ridiculously sugary sweets for Gojo, bags of interestingly flavored potato chips for Maki, eclectic and downright gimmicky foods for Panda and Toge and for youâ
Yuta brings back things he wants to eat with you.Â
It started with the first-ever souvenir he brought back for you, from the very first solo mission he received after being reinstated as a special grade. He'd given it to you to say thank you for your support because just saying it has never been an adequate expression of gratitude for Yuta.Â
But he'd apologized too, as he handed you the boxâ cookies from Hokkaido using locally sourced butter and cream, the prefectureâs pride and joy.Â
Yuta is maybe the only person you know who would say sorry when handing someone a gift.Â
âWhy?â you'd asked.
He looked embarrassed as he answered. âI didn't know what you would like, but I couldn't just not bring you anything so I⊠got something that I thought sounded goodâŠâÂ
His face was the picture of guilt, like he had admitted to the most heinous crime in all of historyâ not knowing what you would have liked.Â
âIt's okay if you want to throw it away or give it to sensei! I won't get upset or mad!âÂ
You remember distinctly thinking that if Rika were still here, she would send you to the grave if you threw away Yutaâs gift. Instead of that, you started to open the box, peeling away the wrapping and the box top to reveal two neat little rows of individually packaged cookies. Youâd plucked one out and offered it to Yuta.Â
âYou said you thought it sounded good right?â you had asked.Â
Yuta only stared, obviously unsure of what to do.Â
âCome on, take it.âÂ
He hesitated, clearly not wanting to partake in a gift meant for you and for a moment you both stood there, unmoving.Â
âCome on, Yuta, please?âÂ
That had been enough to get him to give in. You remember being surprised that was all it took. He gingerly took the cookie from you, handling it like a treasure, and youâd grabbed one of your own, knowing there was no way Yuta would eat one if you didn't first.
You'd tucked the box under your arm to rip the packing open and with another thanks you popped the cookie in your mouth.Â
Honestly speaking, it had been one of the best cookies you'd ever had; crisp, yet tender, with a subtle sweetness that was nothing short of addictive.
When you had finished it, you stared at Yuta intently. It took him a second to realize that you meant for him to eat his, too, and with both yet another apology and yet another thank you, he delicately tore open the package and ate the cookie.Â
You watched as he chewed it thoughtfully, evaluating the flavor. And when he finished, you tilted your head to the side and asked, âSo, did you like it?âÂ
You remember how he nodded and smiled, carefree and innocentâ a look you had always felt suited Yuta best.Â
In return, youâd offered him a smile of your own. âYou don't need to go through the trouble of bringing me back anything, but if you do, bring stuff like thisâ that we can share.â
And Yuta did just that.Â
Now, every time he comes back from a mission, he comes bearing souvenirs from all over Japan: chestnut daifuku from Nagano, gyoza senbei from Tochigi, Kobe pudding from Hyogo⊠the list goes on. Sometimes, itâs just one thing. And other times, he comes back with two or three, looking apologetic as he tells you that he just couldn't decide.Â
You don't mind, though, you never doâ in fact, you actually look forward to when he brings multiple. More to share means more time with Yuta.
And this time, this time is no exception, butâŠ.
â...this is an awful lotâŠâ you say looking at the array of ten different boxes that Yutaâs brought back from his latest mission.Â
âI'm sorry!â He apologizes automatically and then, just like always he adds. âIt was so hard to choose⊠Everything sounded so good.â
He's not wrong. Every single thing he's brought back sounds absolutely delicious and catered specifically to your tastes. It kind of makes you wonder if he's been taking notes all this time, commiting the things you've liked to memory.Â
âIt's fine!â you insist. âI'm just not sure if we can finish all this togetherâŠâÂ
At least not all at once. The things that are individually wrapped should be fine, but there are a fair amount of things that are probably meant to be eaten in a single sitting.Â
â...maybe we should see if the others want some tooâŠâ you murmur thoughtfully. It's been a while since all of you ate together, between missions and the like. It would be fun.Â
Yuta makes a soft sound and you look toward him. Heâs very obviously avoiding your gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. You know him well enough to realize that means he's got something on his mind.
âWhat's up?â you ask.Â
He doesn't say anything, not at first, but it's obvious he's debating whether or not to tell you. If you wait long enough, though, you think he'll say it. And sure enough, after a minute or two Yuta takes a deep breath and says, âI was actually hoping we could still just share everything just the two of us!âÂ
The words come out in a two-breath rush and you stare at him as the meaning of his words sink in. You did tell him to bring back things the two of you could share, it just never occurred to you that he thought that meant only the two of you.Â
Yuta, on the other hand, looks mildly horrified, regret instantly visible, as if it was a mistake to voice his own desires, and so he adds. âButâ but if you want to eat with everyone, that's fine! I can call Toge and Panda andââ
âActually,â you interject and while you don't want to talk over Yuta you want him to knowâ need him to know that it's fine. It's fine for him to say what he wants, because not only will you always listen, youâllâ
âI take it back. I think we can eat this all ourselves. Just the two of us.â
Youâll never, ever refuse him.Â
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Hi! I don't know if you already have an idea for the birthday post, if you do feel free to ignore this...my favourite trope is dad!harry too...what if H has to go for an emergency meeting somewhere else out the country even before his birthday and he has to spend his birthday there too and he is bummed about it...the fmc can fly out with their daughter/son and when he is back from his meeting his room is all decorated and stuff and she tells him she asked jeff to cancel everything...and they do a bunch of fun stuff but at night, after dinner she and the baby surprise him with another baby or something and he is like best birthday ever, 30 is already amazing
Happy 30th Birthday, Baby.
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authors note - thank you so much to @missbearforfun for sending in this request, ive had had a fun time writing this, ive changed a few things up, so i hope that ive done it justice.
i canât believe that my boy is 30âŠ.like i swear he was just auditioning for the x-factor yesterday. đ„č
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in which, harry gets called to do a meeting in italy, two days before his birthday, which means that heâll be spending his 30th out there with just his manager jeff, what he doesnât realise is that you, his darling wife, fly out to surprise him and hopefully give him the best birthday heâs ever had.
Youâve been in Harryâs life for just over ten years.
Youâve spent five of those years as boyfriend and girlfriend, two of those years as his fiancĂ©, and now, this year will be leading up to the third year being each other's husband and wife.
The first birthday of his that you spent with him, was his 20th all the way back in 2014. He had organised an intimate get together at a restaurant full of all of his closest family and friends, and it was the first time that you would be turning up together, as an official couple seeing as the only people who knew about the two of you were his band mates and his mother,sister, father and step father.
It was also the night that he confessed to you that he loved you, and that you were the one person that he couldnât wait to spend the rest of his life with.
From that moment on, every birthday became a cherished chapter in your shared history.
Waking up in each other's arms has become a comforting tradition, marking the beginning of a day dedicated solely to celebrating Harry's existence. The warmth of those morning embraces symbolises the depth of your connection, a connection that has withstood the tests of time.
As the years unfolded, you've witnessed the evolution of Harry, both in age and character, yet the love between you two has remained unwavering.
From his 21st to his 30th birthday, you've made it a point to spend the day in a way that brings him joy. Whether it's exploring new places, indulging in his favourite activities, or simply relaxing together, the focus has always been on creating memories that reflect the essence of Harry.
Each birthday has become a canvas on which you paint moments of happiness and shared experiences.
You had spent every birthday with him, but for this one, it appeared to already be turning out in a way neither of you had expected.
A mere few days before Harry's anticipated birthday, an unexpected call from his manager, Jeff, sent ripples of disappointment through his plans. The urgency of an issue related to his beauty brand, Pleasing, required Harry's immediate attention in the Italy.
The brand weâre thinking of opening a pop-up shop over there, seeing as the country held so much adoration in both of your hearts, it was the place where you got married, the place where he proposed and where he now wanted his fans over there to have access to him and what he had to offer.
With flights already booked, he faced the heart-wrenching reality of having to leave just over two days before his special day. Devastation etched across his face as he contemplated the unforeseen disruption to the birthday celebration he had eagerly anticipated.
In a desperate attempt to reason with Jeff, Harry explained his deep desire to spend his birthday with you, sharing the disappointment that overshadowed the joy of the impending celebration.
However, the urgency of the matter prevailed, leaving Harry torn between personal desires and professional obligations. As his best mate and manager, Jeff empathised with Harry but emphasised the gravity of the situation, reinforcing the necessity of this unexpected journey.
Amidst the disappointment, you stepped in to comfort Harry, assuring him that celebrations could be postponed but his presence and well-being mattered most. You offered solace, reminding him that distance could not diminish the love and connection you shared.
The promise of a belated but equally meaningful celebration upon his return brought a glimmer of hope to the gloom that hung over his imminent departure.
You had promised him, that you would FaceTime him on his actual birthday and that you would both order the same takeaway that night and have a little over the phone date, just to celebrate this big milestone.
On the morning Harry was set to depart for Italy, the anticipation of his journey hung in the air. Dressed for travel, he stood before you with a small suitcase by the door.
Shoes on, cap snug, and sunglasses concealing his eyes, he exuded a mix of excitement and reluctance. Despite the January chill in London, the promise of Italy's warmth upon landing prompted him to prepare for a contrasting climate.
Your eyes held a silent plea as you stood before him, sorrow evident in your gaze.
"I wish I didn't have tâgo," Harry admitted, his voice tinged with regret.
You nodded, understanding the weight of the situation, your silence echoing the unspoken emotions in the room.
Milo, your ten-month-old Rottweiler puppy, sensed the sombre atmosphere, wagging his tail as if trying to infuse joy into the moment.
Unable to contain your emotions, you wrapped your arms around Harry in a tight hug.
"I'll miss you so much," you whispered, your voice betraying the ache within. Harry's embrace tightened, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I'll miss yâmore, mâlove," he murmured, the sincerity in his words resonating with the depth of his emotions.
Crouching down to pet Milo, Harry spoke to the pup with a soft smile, "Take care of mummy for me, little buddy."
Milo responded with excited barks, seemingly understanding the impending absence.
Standing up, Harry looked into your eyes, his own reflecting a mixture of love and longing.
Your gaze locked with his, finding solace in the promise of a future reunion.
"We'll have the most amazing belated birthday celebration," you said, trying to inject positivity into the moment.
Harry smiled, his eyes reflecting gratitude.
"I can't wait fâthat. Until then, stay strong fâme," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.
As the door closed behind him, the echo of his departure resonated through the silent space. Left with the imprint of his touch, the memory of his presence, and the anticipation of his return, you and Milo faced a home that suddenly felt emptier without him.
"I'll make sure tâsend yâpictures from Italy," Harry called out from the hallway.
"And don't forget to spoil Milo a bit extra for me!" he added with a playful grin, the reassurance in his voice providing a small comfort amid the impending distance.
The day of his actual birthday, you woke up at seven am, which meant it was eight am for Harry.
It was a nice early face time call, in which you had called someone from the town near your shared beach house and got them to deliver flowers so they weâre scheduled to arrive whilst the two of you were calling, so you could see his face when he received them.
Little did he know, as the virtual celebration concluded, that you were already en route to Italy to surprise the love of your life.
His manager, Jeff, had orchestrated the clandestine journey, booking a flight that not only allowed your presence but accommodated Milo, your loyal puppy companion.
On the fairly empty flight, with just a few scattered passengers, you found solace in the quiet journey across the skies. Milo, nestled on the seat next to you, peacefully dozed off, completely unaware of the grand surprise awaiting his owner.
The hum of the plane engines provided a soothing backdrop as you envisioned the joy that would light up Harry's face when you appeared unexpectedly in celebration of his special day.
Upon landing in Italy, you and Milo were swiftly escorted off the plane by a discreet security team. The importance of maintaining the surprise for Harry became evident as the team efficiently navigated through the airport. The mission was clear: to whisk you away from the public eye, avoiding any chance of word spreading that Harry's wife had arrived.
Passing through passport control with just a carry-on bag in tow, the security team ensured a seamless transition. The anticipation heightened as you and Milo moved through the airport, surrounded by the subtle hum of secrecy. Every step taken was a careful manoeuvre to preserve the surprise and shield the unfolding celebration from prying eyes.
Exiting the airport, you were guided to a waiting jeep. The security team orchestrated a smooth transition, knowing that time was of the essence.
Jeff:
H just left for a meeting, so youâve got at least an hour to get everything ready !!
As the jeep sped toward the villa, Jeff's text notification illuminated your phone screen. His message revealed that Harry was currently engrossed in a meeting, providing a valuable window of time to set up a birthday surprise.
The prospect of transforming the house into a beautiful haven of celebration filled you with excitement. Knowing you had at least an hour before Harry's return heightened the anticipation, and thoughts of his surprised expression fueled your determination.
The journey continued through the picturesque landscapes of Italy, the half-hour drive feeling like both an eternity and a heartbeat away from reuniting with Harry. Milo, sensing the energy, shifted restlessly in anticipation, adding an extra layer of warmth to the already charged atmosphere within the jeep.
The realization that the culmination of meticulous planning was drawing near only fueled your eagerness.
The mere thought of seeing Harry after two days of separation fueled your determination to make this surprise an unforgettable celebration of love and connection. The countdown to the reunion had begun.
"Here we are," the driver announced as the jeep came to a stop in front of the villa. You thanked him and handed over a ten-euro tip, expressing gratitude for the swift and discreet journey.
Grabbing Milo's leash and your bag, you stepped out into the Italian air, the scent of anticipation mingling with the promise of celebration.
As you approached the door, the distinct aroma of Harry's aftershave enveloped you, confirming his recent presence. A pair of his white vans neatly placed by the entrance hinted at the intimate details of his daily routine.
With a smile, you inserted the key into the lock, unlocking the door to a space filled with the essence of the man you dearly missed.
"Milo, we're home," you murmured to your furry companion, who eagerly bounded into the living room.
The atmosphere inside resonated with familiarity, and Milo, seemingly aware of the joyous occasion, leaped onto the sofa, his tail wagging in sync with the pulsating excitement in the air.
Upon stepping into the villa, you wasted no time. The suitcase that accompanied you served as a treasure trove of celebratory delights. With swift precision, you unzipped it, revealing an inflatable 3 and 0, along with vibrant banners that spelled out "Happy Birthday."
The living room became a canvas for your creativity, and the decorations unfolded in a dance of colors and joy.
Inflating the giant numbers, you strategically placed them to catch Harry's eye the moment he entered. The banners crisscrossed the room, creating a vibrant tapestry of celebration. The atmosphere transformed with each decoration, turning the space into a haven of love and festivity.
The decorating didnât take long, maybe around half an hour, so that left you waiting, and each minute felt like hell.
You so badly just wanted him in your arms.
Seated in the midst of the festive setup, you pulled out your phone, eager to share the news of your safe arrival with your family. Fingers danced across the screen as you texted messages of reassurance and excitement, capturing the essence of this special moment.
The living room, now a symphony of color and joy, served as the backdrop to your messages, each tap echoing the anticipation of the grand birthday surprise awaiting Harry.
As you sat in the living room, engrossed in your phone, the jingling of keys outside signaled Harry's arrival. Swiftly, you rose from your seat, Milo by your side, his tail wagging in silent excitement.
Attempting to be as quiet as possible, you made your way to the entry hall, your heart pounding with anticipation. The festive atmosphere of the decorated living room served as a backdrop to the impending surprise.
Harry entered, shutting the door behind him with a sense of routine. His tote bag dropped to the floor, and in his initial distraction, he failed to notice the pair of women's shoes by the entrance.
His gaze scanned the surroundings briefly before turning away, only to snap back with wide eyes when he caught sight of you standing there.
His mouth parted in shock, a mixture of disbelief and joy washing over his face.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Harry processed the unexpected presence before him. The shock gave way to a radiant smile, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness. Milo's tail wagged furiously, mirroring the palpable joy in the room.
Harry's initial shock dissolved into pure joy as he stared at you standing in the entry hall. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over, gathering you into a tight embrace. The warmth of his arms enveloped you, an unspoken reassurance of the love that bridged the distance between you two. Your eyes welled up with tears, mirroring the emotion evident in his gaze.
"Happy birthday," you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your love and the joy of this surprise.
As Harry lifted his head, his lips sought yours in a cascade of affectionate kisses. Each press was a testament to the depth of the connection shared, a celebration of love that transcended the days of separation.
The room, filled with decorations and the silent witness of Milo, became a sanctuary for this spontaneous reunion.
In the midst of the kisses, Harry's laughter bubbled up, the sheer delight of the unexpected surprise washing over him.
"Mâcan't believe you're here," he admitted, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. Milo, sensing the joy, wagged his tail energetically, completing the tableau of love and celebration.
âI couldn't not see you on your birthday," you admitted with a warm smile, still wrapped in Harry's embrace.
"Milo missed his daddy so much that we had to come and surprise you." You winked playfully, a cheeky smile tugging at your lips. "And, well, maybe I missed you a bit too."
Harry's eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Yâreally came all the way here just for me?" he asked, his voice filled with gratitude. Milo, sensing the joy in the room, barked in agreement, tail wagging enthusiastically.
Cupping his face in your hands, you responded, "Absolutely. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated with the ones you love, and we couldn't let a few miles keep us apart, now could we?"
âBut Iâve got meetings the entire day,âhe pouted, head getting thrown back slightly. âBut I wanna spend the entire day with you.â
You played with the peach fuzz at the back of his neck. âWell itâs a good job Iâve cleared your schedule then, huh?â
âWait,âhe snapped his head over to yours from where he was staring lovingly at Milo. âSo Iâve got the whole day with you?â
âWeâve got the whole day together, baby.â You confirmed, watching as his dimples appeared on his face.
In need of a refreshment, you and Harry migrated to the kitchen. As he poured himself an ice-cold glass of water, you settled at the kitchen island, nibbling on a cracker slathered with butter.
Looking at Harry, you asked, "Any cravings for today?"
He grinned and replied, "Actually, I've been craving a nice stroll around the town with Milo. Maybe we can stop for some ice cream and, perhaps, a cheeky bottle of rouge."
Harry's eyes sparkled with the prospect of a leisurely day. He reached for your hand, fingers intertwining, and continued, "What do you think, love?"
You offered a small smile, well aware that your current circumstances limited certain indulgences. "Sounds lovely," you responded, playing with the cross necklace around his neck. "I'm up for a walk and some ice cream.â
The wineâŠ.not so much.
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As the day wore on, bathed in the warm glow of the Italian sun, you changed into a pair of comfortable denim shorts and one of Harry's shirts, embracing the casual charm of the town. The borrowed shirt hung loosely on your frame, carrying the familiar scent that provided a comforting connection to Harry.
Together, hand in hand, you and Harry strolled along the old streets, a timeless backdrop for the unfolding birthday celebration.
Milo, ever the enthusiastic companion, trotted alongside, his leash held firmly in Harry's hand. The cobbled streets echoed with the gentle sounds of your footsteps, creating a serene melody as you explored the charming corners of the town.
The quaint architecture and rustic charm of the surroundings added a picturesque touch to the shared moments of the day.
The narrow alleyways led you to hidden gems and inviting cafés, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweet treats filled the air.
Each step carried with it the promise of discovery and the joy of simply being together. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm hue over the town, and the leisurely pace of the day allowed you to savor the simple pleasures of the moment.
As you continued your leisurely walk through the charming streets of Italy, Milo suddenly stopped in his tracks, his nose diligently sniffing around the ground. With an amused grin, you watched as he searched for just the right spot to do his business.
After a moment of consideration, Milo found the perfect place, and you turned to Harry with a playful expression.
"Happy birthday to you," you teased, handing Harry the poo bag with a grin. He laughed and fake gagged, taking the bag with a theatrical expression of horror.
Milo, seemingly oblivious to the lighthearted banter, continued with his canine duties, contributing his unique birthday gift to the day's events.
Continuing your walk through the enchanting town, you and Harry engaged in easy conversation, the cadence of laughter punctuating the air. The narrow streets echoed with the shared joy of the day, every step deepening the connection between you two. Silly anecdotes and playful banter flowed freely, turning the casual stroll into a delightful journey of shared moments.
As you meandered through the old streets, each corner unveiled new surprises, and every twist and turn became an opportunity for discovery. The simple act of being together, immersed in the charm of the surroundings, fueled the laughter and strengthened the bond between you and Harry.
As you continued your stroll through the charming town, the sight of a small bistro with a quaint outdoor seating area caught Harry's eye.
"How about we grab a bite there? it looks like a nice spot," he suggested, nodding toward the bistro. You agreed with a smile, appreciating the thought of a cozy meal in such a picturesque setting.
Heading towards the entrance, you were met by a friendly waiter.
"How can I help you?" he inquired. Harry responded,
"Just a table outside, please." The waiter, with a welcoming smile, gestured for you to follow, leading you to a charming table nestled in the outdoor seating area. The sun cast a warm glow, creating an inviting ambiance for a leisurely meal.
Seated at the quaint table, Milo by your side, the waiter handed you the menus. "Browse through these, a waiter will be over shortly, and let me know if there's anything else you need," he offered before leaving you to peruse the options. The aroma of delectable dishes wafted through the air, enhancing the anticipation of a delightful meal in the heart of the town.
Harry, glancing at the menu, looked up at you with a playful grin.
"What are you in the mood for, mâlove?" he asked.
You.
Wait what?
As you and Harry enjoyed the cozy atmosphere of the bistro, another waiter, a friendly woman with a welcoming smile, approached your table.
"Good evening! Do you know what you'd like to order?" she inquired, pen poised above her notepad.
Harry, ever decisive, was the first to respond.
"I'll have a glass of yâhouse red wine, please," he said, glancing at the wine list.
Turning to you, the waiter asked, "And for you, ma'am?"
You flashed a smile and softly shook your head.
"I'll just go for a fresh lemonade, please." Attempting to steer away any suspicion, you added, "Feeling like something light today."
Harry, catching the cue, chimed in, "Just a light and easygoing evening, you know?"
He winked at you, his eyes filled with playful complicity.
The waiter jotted down your drink orders and nodded. "Certainly, a glass of red wine and a fresh lemonade. Now, what can I get for your main courses?"
You perused the menu, deciding on a chicken salad, and Harry opted for the salmon antipasto. You exchanged glances, sharing a silent agreement on the choices. As the waiter collected your menu choices, she remarked,
"Excellent choices! Your orders will be out shortly. Enjoy your evening!"
With the waiter's departure, Harry leaned in with a teasing grin.
"A fresh lemonade, mâlove? Feeling like a saint today, are we?" he quipped, his playful banter laced with affection.
You chuckled, playing along. "Well, saints need a refreshing drink too, don't they? Besides, I'm saving room for that delicious chicken salad."
Harry laughed, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion. "Alright, alright, I won't question yâsaintly decisions. Sâjust enjoy this lovely evening and the meal to come."
The waiter returned with your drinks about five minutes later, placing a glass of red wine in front of Harry and a refreshing lemonade for you. As she walked away, leaving you two to enjoy your beverages, you lifted your glass and initiated a spontaneous toast.
"Cheers to your birthday, my love," you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with affection. "I just wanted to take a moment to say how much I love you. I can't wait to spend eternity together, celebrating moments like these."
Harry's gaze softened, and he blinked his glass against yours.
"To eternity and beyond," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Mâthe luckiest person to have you by mâside. Here's to many more birthdays and unforgettable moments together."
The bistro's ambiance embraced the intimate exchange, and you continued to express your love and appreciation for Harry.
"You make every day special, but today, on your birthday, I want it to be extra magical for you," you confessed, your sincerity echoing in the quiet moments between sips of the refreshing lemonade.
Harry's smile widened, and he reached across the table to gently squeeze your hand. "Having yâhere is the best gift I could ever ask for. Every moment with you is magical, and mâgrateful for it all."
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As the early evening settled around the villa, you found yourselves back in the comforting haven of your shared space. In the bathroom, bathed in a soft glow, you stood before the mirror, carefully removing mascara and eyeliner.
The simple act of cleansing away the day's makeup was a routine that marked the transition from daytime adventures to the quiet moments of the evening.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Harry lay on the bed, Milo nestled at his feet. He absentmindedly scratched at the short growth of hair on his head, a subtle reminder of a recent decision to shave it off.
The room radiated with a sense of tranquility as you each indulged in the rituals that marked the end of the day.
Wearing one of Harry's shirts that enveloped you in the familiar scent of him, you busied yourself in the bathroom, preparing a late evening birthday surprise.
The soft rustling sounds of your movements echoed against the backdrop of Harry's contemplative scratching, creating a harmony of shared space and intimate connection.
With a soft smile gracing your lips, you glanced at yourself in the bathroom mirror before deciding it was time to return to the bedroom.
Your hands were discreetly behind your back, holding a late evening birthday surprise for Harry. As you stepped into the bedroom, Harry, already seated on the bed, noticed your presence and sat up, beckoning you with open arms.
"I want a cuddle," he declared, his eyes twinkling with a playful warmth. Unable to resist his endearing request, you let out a soft giggle at his baby-like antics.
Playfully, you approached the bed as he beckoned you forward.
Crawling onto the bed next to him, you let yourself be enveloped in his arms. You laid your head on his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart echoing comfort and love.
The anticipation of the surprise gift still hidden behind your back added an extra layer of excitement to the intimate moment.
"I missed you," Harry murmured, his voice a gentle caress. You pressed a kiss over his heart, savoring the warmth of the connection. His arms tightened around you, embracing the familiar comfort of being close.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at Harry with a warm smile, saying, "I've got one last present for you. Close your eyes."
Harry hesitated for a moment, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, before obediently shutting his eyes. With gentle steps, you moved towards him, the late evening's golden glow casting a soft ambiance around you.
In your hands, you held a delicate gift, and with a mix of hesitation and tenderness, you softly placed it in Harry's hands.
"Okay, open your eyes," you instructed, your heart fluttering with a secret that had the power to change your lives forever.
Harry blinked his eyes open, and as he glanced down at his hands, a flicker of confusion passed over his face. Then, his gaze landed on the small object nestled in his palms.
It took a moment for the realisation to sink in, and when he saw what it was, his eyes widened, and he gasped.
"What... is this?" Harry stammered, his voice shaky with emotion.
His trembling fingers picked up the small pregnancy test.
The room fell silent as the weight of the revelation settled in. Harry's eyes locked onto the test, and tears immediately welled up.
"Sâthis for real?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't some sick joke, right?"
You shook your head, a mixture of joy and vulnerability in your gaze. Leaning forward, you pressed your forehead against his, tears streaming down both your cheeks.
"It's true, H. I'm eleven weeks pregnant," you whispered, the magnitude of the moment engulfing you both in a wave of overwhelming emotions.
Harry's breath caught, and he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.
"I... we're going to be parents?" he uttered, a mix of disbelief and elation in his voice.
A tender smile graced your lips, and you nodded. "Yes, Harry. We're going to be parents."
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
"I can't believe it. Mâgoing to be a dad," he mumbled against your hair, his voice filled with a joy that echoed through the room.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Harry leaned forward, his hand gently pressing against your stomach as if trying to connect with the new life growing within.
The tender touch conveyed a depth of love that words could only strive to express. His lips found yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, and as he pulled back, he whispered, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
âThis is the best birthday ever,âhe spoke, chocking out a soft sob. âThank you mâlove, thank you, thank you for making us parents.â
You softly placed your hands on his cheeks to get him to look at you, and when his green eyes met yours, you smiled at him tenderly.
âHappy 30th Birthday, Baby.â
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thinking about getting jealous of someone flirting with frat!peter at a party and just going to sit on his lap in a âsilently marking my territoryâ way
i just know he loves when you get jealous, he totally thinks itâs hot.
You couldnât decide who you hated more, Peter, or the tall blonde talking to him.Â
Flipping her hair back as she laughed, bending towards him as she smiled, her hand reached down to grab his arm, you almost seized. Almost like he knew her plan, Peter raised his arm at the last minute to adjust his snapback.Â
You donât know whatâs so funny but apparently, Peter is. Downing the rest of your drink you lean against the wall and watch, something tugging at your stomach when your boy smiles at something she says. Heâs not supposed to react, heâs supposed to be bored and push her away to come find you.Â
The third time she tried to touch him she made contact, her hand rubbing and squeezing at his bicep. Trying to read his face, to see if he liked it or was trying to escape. He looked like he tolerated it, more focusing on his drink. You clenched your jaw the longer she lingered, she stepped closer and her hand drifted to his forearm.Â
You felt pure rage, doesnât she know heâs yours?Â
If she doesnât, youâll make it known.Â
The very second her hip bumped the edge of the couch and she rested her weight you stomped right over, approaching Peter and seeing red you tugged his right arm up and sat right down on his lap. Your quick movements caught him off guard for a moment, but when he saw that you were the one sitting on him his whole face lit up. The dim half sided conversation with the blonde falling flat, you however, couldnât let it go.Â
âHey, trou-â His words cut short by you grabbing his face and pressing your mouth to his. A surprised hum pulled from his throat, neither one of you the type to make out on the couch. You opened your mouth into his and pulled at his shirt collar.Â
Peter gripped your hip and cupped your face, pulling away slightly to breathe, you wouldnât allow him. Youâre going to make it abundantly clear he was yours and yours only, you tugged him back back to you, giving a bruising kiss and trialing to his jaw and the spot right where his jawline and neck met.Â
âTrouble,â Peter's hand placed on your ribcage, heâs never seen you so willingly affectionate in the middle of a party and you werenât even drunk. You wonât stop your attack, ghosting your lips down his neck and lightly sucking at his collarbone. A hum escapes Peter as he gives you more access, then he remembers where he is, heâs quick to stop it.Â
Physically moving your mouth off his he breathes deeply, âyou gotta stop.âÂ
You look to the side of the couch, the girl long gone. A satisfied smile rested over your lips, hopefully you made it extremely clear he was yours, and she should really keep her hands to herself.Â
Peter follows your eyes and clicks his tongue, his hand cups your face, making you look at him.Â
âWere you jealous?â A cocky grin, like he caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.
You scoff, âof her? No way.â He didnât miss your shifty eyes, bringing his hands down to intertwine yours together.Â
âNo, I think you were. Throwing yourself on me and marking your territory.âÂ
Huffing you whine at him, âshe should know youâre mine! Youâve made it clear to every guy in here Iâm off limits, canât I do the same?âÂ
âOh, you can, and you absolutely just did.âÂ
Youâre not sure if he finds it cringy or cute, you feel shy and look around the room. Focusing on a couple against the wall, sometimes when you see a couple look at each other like that, it makes your stomach tighten and your heart lurch. What you and Peter have is special, but more than anything you want the label and commitment, the joy of him opening up to you and sharing his heart.Â
Something youâre not sure youâd ever get, he keeps dodging the âdo you ever think about us being more?â question. Too scared to push it, you didnât want to lose him entirely. Thatâs why itâs so important for other girls to stay away, he canât know what else is out there, what heâs missing by being with you. Itâs too easy for him to leave you.Â
Peter follows your gaze and feels his heart tug, he can almost hear your thoughts. Without second thought he pulls you so youâre right against his chest, arms wrapping around your waist.Â
âI think itâs cute youâre so possessive, it makes me feel very wanted.âÂ
You rest your palms on the back of his hands and dig your fingertips into the spaces between his fingers, resting your head on his shoulder and turning your neck to look up at him when you talk.Â
Sighing, âwhat happens when you have a hotter, funnier, better than me in every way girl walk up to you, I mean, thereâs nothing tethering us together.âÂ
Peter knows what you want him to say.Â
âI know itâs not the kind you want, but I am one hundred percent committed to you.âÂ
Itâs the same dodging he always does, what if you flip the script, what if you leave him?Â
âBut what does that mean?â Groaning the words. Peter throws his head back on the couch, he whines out a ânoâ, itâs like pulling teeth.Â
âI know you hate the âBâ word but câmon, at least give me something. Anything, a crumb even.âÂ
Taking a deep breath and pulling his head up he places a kiss on your shoulder. He brings your arms up to cross them over your chest, he can give you something, he just needs to get the words out his mouth.Â
âCâmon, trouble. You should know by now you get everything you want.âÂ
A promise of commitment, suddenly youâre very thankful for the blonde, she pushed forward more in one night than you have in two months.Â
You hum happily, âbut do I?âÂ
âGot me, didnât you?âÂ
Nuzzling into his neck you press a kiss, your words come out sing-songy, âif you say so.âÂ
âI know so.âÂ
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Summary:Â Christmas morning and surprises in the Leclerc family.Â
Warnings : suggestive content but no smutÂ
A/N:Â MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY. Hope you all have a wonderful day with your family or whoeverâs you are celebrating with. I wish you all the happiness and hope that this fic serves as a little gift from me to you. Xx
It was all quite to begin with. But that would never last long especially on Christmas morning. You and Charles were close to each other in bed Charles had his arm around your waist. You were both sound asleep. Until..
The sound of footsteps came from down the hallway then your door opened and the there was the shaking and the sound of voices.
â wake up , he came he cameâÂ
Your groaned and rolled back in your pillow you knew Christmas was exciting and you werenât annoyed at your babies but sometimes you liked your sleep.Â
Charles arm slipped from around your waist as he rolled over to look at the three kids standing on his side of the bed.
â who came? ïżœïżœ he asked obviously teasing them.
â SANTA papa â Sicily screechedÂ
â presents!â Remy yelled
â ok ok shall we go downstairs and see what he broughtâ Charles said moving to get up
âYes!â All the kids ran downstairs.
â Darling â Charles shook you and you rolled over to face him as you obviously hadnât gone back to sleep.
âCome on letâs go downstairs Iâll make you some coffeeâ he laughed
You groaned but got up out of bed as you wanted to spend this morning with your children. He then wrapped his arms around and gave you a kiss on the head as you both went downstairs.Â
By the time you had all gotten downstairs and you and Charles were settled on the couch your three children were ripping into their piles of presents. With many different new toys coming out from the wrapping paper. With the occasion shrieks of joy and the show and tell to you and Charles. As well as the numerous demands of âopen it papaâ only for the toy to be unboxed then left behind to unwrap more presents.
â Santa really spoiled you guys this yearâ you smiled as you watched Remy play with his new dinosaur toy on the ground, Indy inspecting her new roller skates , and Sicily with some slime that was in her stocking.Â
â what about you mama and papa what did Santa bring youâ Sicily asked.
â Santa dosent come to adults â Indy said in a obvious way
â thatâs right but itâs ok because mama and papa got each other presents â Charles smiled.
You had been nervous about one of Charles presents for the late couple of days as you had been feeling off for awhile so you decided to take a test, a pregnancy test. It came back positive. Of course nothing was planned but you were sure Charles would be just as happy and supportive as all the other times.
â merry Christmas my loveâ Charles handed you a pile of gifts and leant over to kiss you on the lips
â ewww â Indy and Sicily groaned , as Charles replied by sticking his tongue out at them.Â
The first gift was a refill of the perfume you wear every day and could never get enough of. The next gift was a beautiful silver bracket with a love heart and engraved in the heart was a I, S , R and C. And then the final box made him smirk and you were immediately suspicious of what was in there. When you opened it you immediately put the items back in the box closing the lid and giving Charles a death glare.
â in-front of the kids CharlesâÂ
â something special for you and me â he smirked proud of the silk set within the box
âYou are such a teenage horny boyâ
â ok my turnâ you sang as you passed him his pile of gifts
You were getting more excited at sharing the news with him.Â
He opened the two first gifts revealing some clothes as he was in need of some more suitable day wear they wasnât carry blue and white tye dye jeans, next was new AirPods and a new travel set of mini suitcases for race weekend. Then he finally came to the final box, the box which contained the next chapter of your lives. He slowly opened it and revealed the stick from under the tissue paper.
â whatâs this mon amourâ you just continued to stare at him.Â
He picked it up examining it closer. Then his eyes grew wide
âNoâ he looked at you
You just nodded your head smiling Â
â your pregnant!âÂ
â yeahâ
âCherieâ he smiled leaning over to kiss your lips and hug you. Then leaning to put his hand on your stomach.
â this is amazing , the best Christmas giftâ
âSurprising this is your fault for not being able to keep your hands off meâ you laughed as his hand was still on your stomach
â youâre just irresistible Cherieâ he kissed you again.
â 4 kids we are really outnumbered nowâ
â weâll be okayâ and you believed him you would be ok
â what did you get papaâ Sicily asked as now the two youngest kids were standing in-front of him
â well mama is pregnant thereâs gonna be another babyâ he smiled
â yay! A new girlâ Sicily shriek alerted the youngest who didnât quite understand the idea of a new baby
â well we donât know if itâs a girl babyâ you laughedÂ
â well I know it is â she smiled going back to her toys
Charles looked at Remy picking  him up , placing him on his lap then snuggling further into you basking in the fact that it was Christmas and the fact a new baby was on the way. It was all ok though for now you would bask in the comfort of your family of 5 before next year the family would grow and Christmas will become even more special.
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