#Someone said they like my tag rambling thank you. I will keep doing it

[randomminty]

forgot these two were friends in the anime……. Good for them

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[cuteniarose]

It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Tea Lovers

A Levi x reader fanfic (Flufftober 2024)

Crossposted from AO3

Maybe your love for tea is the only thing you have in common. Maybe your biggest talent is annoying the shit out of Levi, and still somehow always getting away with it. But maybe he wouldn't have it any other way.

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 3.33k)

(Levi x reader Masterlist)

"Please?", you asked Erwin for the umpteenth time, making puppy dog eyes while trying to keep up with him as he walked swiftly back towards his office.

The moment he had seen you making his way towards him, his steps had significantly picked up speed, but you didn't even notice, too busy trying to put as much pathos into your voice as possible. This would be your last chance, so you were dead set on convincing him this time.

"Pretty please? Pretty pretty please?"

But as always, your pleas fell on deaf ears. None of your tactics worked on him. You had been begging Erwin to take you with him for weeks.

The moment you heard he was heading to Mitras for work, you knew you just had to go with him, but for some reason, he said no every time you asked him.

Maybe this was because you had no business being there, only occupying a low rank in the scouts. Maybe it was because you had a habit of talking too much. Either way, he didn't seem too keen on the idea.

Erwin let out an exasperated breath. "As I said before, this is a meeting between the military leaders of the three divisions. You won't be able to attend."

He gave you a stern look, but it was lost on you.

"Besides, I am only there for a day anyway, so what would you even want to do there?", Erwin added in a final desperate attempt to discourage you. Needless to say, it didn't work.

"I'm glad you asked!", you said excitedly, a little out of breath since you had to break into a little jog to keep up with his long strides. This didn't stop you from rambling, though. It never did.

"I promise I will stay out of your hair! In fact, you won't even notice I'm there. Because while you're doing your official commander business, I'll be out on an important mission myself, roaming the streets of the city, looking for the good stuff. The kind they only sell in Mitras, you know? The finest, fanciest first class shit only reserved for royalty and aristocrats. I will get it all! Well maybe not all... But as much as I can afford! I saved all of my wages for the fateful day that I would be allowed to step foot into the capital and–"

"So you're saying it was never your intention to attend the meeting?", Erwin interrupted you.

You blinked at him. "Well...no. I thought that was obvious. Why would someone like me be there?" You were just a common soldier, after all. "I only need a ride there and back again."

Erwin groaned.

"Why didn't you lead with that? I can't believe you pestered me all this time because you wanted to go on a shopping spree...", he muttered, defeated.

You perked up at his words, eyes twinkling with hope.

"Does that mean you'll let me go with you?."

He dragged a hand across his face and sighed. "Fine. If that means you'll finally leave me alo–"

"Yay!", you interrupted him, the biggest goofy grin plastered across your face as you broke into a small victory dance. "I promise you will not regret this!"

"I don't know about that...", Erwin mumbled, having finally reached the safety of his office. He unlocked the door, attempting to shut it before you could enter, but you slipped in right behind him, much to his chagrin.

"Is there something else?", he asked, looking between you and the mountains of paperwork he would still have to finish before leaving for Mitras first thing tomorrow morning.

"I just wanted to say...thank you, commander", you said, still smiling widely.

"I'll be forever in your debt! If you ever need help with something, anything, don't hesitate to ask me! Big or small, be it manual labor or administrative stuff I'll–"

"Actually", he interrupted the exuberant stream of words gushing out from your mouth, his eyes on the documents sitting on his desk. "I might have something you could help me with."

– –

The next morning you practically skipped to the carriage which would take you to the ship, barely able to contain your enthusiasm.

Erwin was walking alongside you, eyeing you incredulously. He knew you couldn't have gotten much sleep last night as you had stayed up with him, working your way through all the paperwork, but it didn't seem to affect you much.

Another surprise to add to the list then, since last night he had already been astonished to discover that despite your seemingly airheaded nature, you were actually quite a serious worker with attention to detail.

Quite frankly, he hadn't expected much when he had enlisted your help yesterday, but your ability to focus on such a mundane task for so long made him reconsider the preconceived notions he had about you. Maybe you weren't so bad, after all.

You were still chattering away in joyous anticipation as you climbed into the carriage, not minding the fact that Erwin didn't say much in return, when suddenly you stopped dead in your tracks.

There was another person inside the coach.

He looked up at the sudden noise, a blank expression on his face, and your eyes widened in recognition.

Sitting there with his legs crossed, book in hand, was none other than Levi Ackerman. You never had the chance to speak with him before, as you were part of a different squad, but of course you knew who he was.

Delighted, you thrust out a hand and introduced yourself. He stared at it with raised eyebrows, not returning the gesture. "I'm Levi–"

"I know", you said happily. "You're Captain Levi. I'm so pleased to finally meet you." You slid into the seat across from him, allowing Erwin to enter behind you. "I had no idea that you were coming with us. Erwin must have forgotten to mention it."

His eyebrows wandered even higher at your familiar way of addressing the commander, and he shot Erwin a glance.

"Don't ask", the man mumbled as he sat down next to Levi. This was just the way you were with people. He had given up trying to correct you.

Levi hummed, turning his attention back to the book in his lap. It was a long ride ahead and he was looking forward to reading in peace.

Clearly you had other plans in mind. "So I take it you will sit in on the meeting with Erwin?", you asked, unperturbed.

Levi scowled, looking back up.

"Yes", he said flatly, then attempted to focus on the book once again.

"Figures. With you being humanity's strongest, and all", you said, nodding.

He tutted irritably, eyes still trained on the pages.

There was a moment of silence which actually allowed him to parse the meaning of the sentence he had been re-reading for the fourth time now. However, it was short-lived.

"There's this one famous shop I'm dying to visit, though", you started.

Levi snapped the book shut. He was now full-on death-glaring at you, but you gave no notice, just happy you had his attention.

"You should go there, too, if you get the chance. It has the rarest, finest–"

"You should try to get some rest. How can you be so full of energy after last night?", Erwin interrupted you, trying to salvage the situation. He had watched Levi's eyes growing narrower and narrower and was honestly fearing for your life at this point.

"Why, it's only the power of black tea! Two pots, to be exact", you replied eagerly.

"Two...pots?", Erwin repeated, dumbfounded.

"Well, usually the two pots are reserved for getting me out of the food coma after lunch, and I only have one in the morning. Can't face the dread of getting up without it. But today called for more, since it's a special occasion." You gave him a warm smile. "Thanks again for letting me tag along."

"You're welcome", Erwin said, still a bit taken aback by the sheer amount of tea you consumed. He glanced at Levi, who was still looking at you, the glare on his face now replaced with his usual deadpan expression, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"If you ever need help with paperwork again, just give me a holler. It was actually kind of fun", you said, still smiling.

"You have a strange definition of fun", Erwin muttered, shaking his head. "But I will." He rubbed his eyes, which were dry from the lack of sleep.

"I'm glad. You look a bit...overworked", you pointed out, taking in the bags under his eyes. They were so pronounced that even you noticed them.

"I'm just tired. I'll try to get in some shut-eye on the way."

"Got it. I'll keep my mouth shut." You grinned.

Fortunately for the two men, you spent the rest of the ride glued to the window, quietly taking in the sights around you.

– –

Your silence lasted until you got to the boat, then you just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Wow, this view is breathtaking", you said as you leaned against the railing of the ferry, looking out onto the river leading you deeper inside Wall Sina with big eyes, hair fluttering in the stiff breeze.

"Don't you think it's amazing how fast this moves? With this speed, we'll be in Mitras in no time."

"You act like you've never ridden on a ferry before", Levi said dryly.

He and Erwin were standing some distance away from the railing to avoid the sharp winds.

"That's because I haven't."

He shot you a surprised look, watching as you craned your head up towards the steel wires suspended above the river which helped the barge move.

"Did you know that these boat can carry up to 150 tons? That's like 300 cows or something."

"I'm sure cows are heavier than that", Erwin said.

"300 horses, then", you said. "My point remains. These wires are strong as hell"

"They are indeed", Erwin conceded.

"I didn't know farm animals were an accepted unit of weight", Levi deadpanned. "You forgot the pigs."

"Hmm", you went, seriously considering the answer. "Maybe about 750? They are much lighter than horses."

Levi shook his head at your earnest response and watched as you leaned even further over the railing, putting your entire weight on your upper body.

"If she keeps this up, she's gonna end up falling in."

Erwin hummed in agreement. Neither of them made a move to stop you.

"I'm going inside", Levi said, taking out his book again. He hadn't planned on being outside at all, but you had insisted, sputtering nonsense about the beauty of nature and taking in the sights.

As he sat down to read, he couldn't help but to take a last look out the window at the deck, half-expecting you to have fallen into the river already.

But you were still there, arms stretched out at the surface of the water like you were trying to touch it, an expression of pure and utter delight on your face.

"Idiot", he mumbled, and turned his attention back to the book.

This wouldn't be the last time he glanced up to check on you.

– –

After you had reached Mitras, you were quick to run off the boat.

"Let's meet here again for the last ferry of the day", Erwin called after you, not sure if you even heard him.

He watched you disappear into the crowd of people and sighed.

"What am I going to do with her..."

– –

You made it back just in time before the boat departed, waving at the two men who waited at the dock as you ran towards them.

Out of breath, you skidded to a halt in front of them.

"You're late", Levi said with apparent distaste.

"I'm...sorry", you panted. "Got lost...on my way back. I didn't know the capital was...this damn big."

"It's fine. I'm glad you made it", Erwin said mildly.

You were still wheezing and clutching your sides, a single bag inside your left hand.

"That's it?", Erwin asked, gesturing at the bag as you made your way onto the ferry. "I thought you wanted to go on this grand shopping tour and spend all of your money."

"Oh yeah, I did! I went all out and splurged everything on this!", you said excitedly. "I can't wait to show you."

Levi watched the exchange with raised eyebrows.

"Everything I heard about the capital was true! In fact, it was even better than I imagined! I actually thought I was in heaven. It was so hard to decide which ones to get. There were so many different varieties", you continued enthusiastically, gesticulating wildly for emphasis. "But I decided to go for quality instead of quantity. I mean, that's what money's for, right? It's not every day that you get to be in the capital, perusing the finest shops for the finest goods this world has to offer."

You carefully set your bag down on the table and took a seat in front of Levi and Erwin.

"Sooo... Are you ready to see the precious fruits of my long and laborious quest for the best of the best?"

You didn't even wait for an answer, taking out tin after tin and placing them on the table with dramatic flourish.

"Isn't this amazing?", you said happily, your face practically glowing with rapture as you took in the sight of your haul spread out in front of you.

Levi nodded, looking actually interested for once.

"Is this all...tea?“, Erwin asked in disbelief.

The table was, in fact, filled with tea canisters of all sizes.

"Of course it's all tea. What did you think I was going to buy?", you asked, genuinely puzzled that he could possibly think you would spend your hard-earned money on anything other than tea.

"I just assumed you meant clothing and the like."

"Huh. I could have sworn I told you", you murmured, still unconvinced.

"You did not."

"If you say so."

"I do say so", the commander retorted, a twinge of irritation noticeable in his voice.

"Okay, whatever. Who cares. Let's return our attention back to what's really important.", you said, gesturing at the tea in front of you.

Erwin heaved a deep sigh as you giddily started to showcase the tea you had bought.

For each one, you started with its region of origin, then you named its grade, which was of course always the finest, followed by a florid description of its aroma, never forgetting to mention what set it apart from other, lesser ones, and finally you opened the tea tin and made everyone smell it.

"How did you get this?", Levi asked in astonishment, examining the smallest of the tea canisters. "This is from Wall Maria. I thought there was none of it left."

"Ooh, I see you know your stuff. I'm always glad to meet a fellow coinnoisseur." You gave him a cheerful smile.

"I was actually planning on saving the best for last, but oh well, since you're interested..."

You took a deep breath. "You're right. It's only the last special finest tippy golden flowery orange pekoe from the most distinguished tea growing region in the south of Wall Maria. I basically had to sell a kidney to get this. Remember that famous tea shop I told you about on our ride here? They are known to have the rarest leaves, usually only reserved for royalty. But I got to talking with the owner and used all of my persuasive power to get him to sell it to me, until he finally caved!" You smiled gleefully.

Erwin could imagine exactly how that had gone. He felt sorry for the poor guy. You must have pestered him the same way you had Erwin when you tried to get him to take you to Mitras with him.

"So it's actually legit?", Levi asked, not entirely convinced.

"Go ahead, open it", you told him with a grin. "And see for yourself."

He did, holding it under his nose to take in the aroma.

"It's exquisite, isn't it?", you said excitedly, watching as his eyes grew wide.

"It is." He admitted, sounding impressed.

"You smell it, too, Erwin!", you said and took the canister from Levi to practically thrust it in Erwin’s face, then proceeded to look at him expectantly.

"It smells the same like the others to me. Rather like tea, as one might say", Erwin said matter-of-factly.

You gasped in horror. "Take that back. How can you even say that? That's sacrilegious."

Erwin shrugged. "It is simply my opinion."

You harrumphed and shook your head in disbelief.

"There is no place for opinions here. This is excellent tea, and that's a fact.", Levi said surly.

"Thank you!", you exclaimed. "I'm glad that at least one person here has taste and is distinguished enough to recognize true greatness when they see it."

You glared pointedly at Erwin before giving Levi a sweet smile.

"Since you seem to be an expert judge on the matter of tea, maybe you can help me decide which one to put in this? It's too big for the little I have of the Wall Maria one."

You reached inside your bag to take out one last item. It was a beautiful dark blue tea canister with an ornate, flowery design. "They had so many gorgeous ones, but I ran out of money, so I could only buy this one."

Levi looked at it, brows knitted. "It's yours, decide for yourself."

"Oh come on, please? I really can't make up my mind."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but then pointed at one of the bigger tea tins.

"That one, then."

"Yay, that's a good choice, thank you so much!" You beamed at Levi.

He averted his gaze and scoffed. "It's not like I put much thought into it", he muttered.

But you didn't even hear him, too busy humming happily as you put the tea back into the bag.

"This was the best day ever!"

– –

"This was the worst day ever", you groaned as you slunked into the room you shared with three other scouts. Two months had passed since that trip to Mitras.

There wasn't a single body part that didn't ache from today's intense training session. To top it all off, you had been in charge of cleaning duty. Now the day was basically over.

"So much for having a good birthday", you grumbled. No one besides Erwin had even remembered it, and he remembered everything, so it didn't count.

Sighing with exhaustion, you let yourself fall onto your bed, only to let out a little cry of pain. "What the hell?", you asked as you rubbed your lower back where it had made contact with something hard lying in your bed.

You rolled over, examining the culprit. It was a beautiful dark red tea canister with blue flowers dotting it, the inverse image to the one sitting on the shelves next to your desk.

"Could this be…a birthday present?", you wondered, a happy smile already spreading across your lips. "But from whom?" You turned it over, looking for a clue, but you found none.

You asked your roommates when they came back, but they sheepishly admitted that they hadn't even known that it was your birthday.

"Hmm“, you said. There were only two other people who knew about your prized tea canister: Erwin and Levi.

Erwin, always the fair-minded one, had already told you that he didn't get anyone presents. "If I gave you one, I would have to give one to every scout, and I'm afraid I can't afford that."

So this left you with only one option. It had got to be from Levi.

"That's a fellow tea lover for you", you whispered, touched, as you pressed the present to your chest.

"But which tea should I put in it?"

You knew just who to ask.

Notes: Soo this marks the beginning of The Tea Lovers series, a bunch of loosely connected short and sweet and mostly just silly fluff pieces I am writing for Flufftober. They're all set around the same time (sometime after the fall of Wall Maria in S1, before Eren and co. join the scouts) and feature the same reader. You happily live in your own little world where everything revolves around tea, totally oblivious to what you're doing to Levi, lol. I am going to be releasing the next part soon, so stay tuned!

Click here for Part 2

[daisyblog]

Gogglebox

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis on Gogglebox.

Based on this request.

YN is sat on the blanket covered sofa, waiting for Louis to return. “Louis? Are you in the kitchen?”.

Off screen Louis can be heard calling back. “Yeah!”.

“What have you got?”. YN asked, as she put her feet up on the coffee table in front of her.

“Minstrels…dry roasted peanuts…your favourite chocolate…everything Tiny”. Louis named a few of the snacks he had before throwing her the chocolate bar.

YN gave him a grateful smile and a thank you as he sat next to her. “This is why you’re my favourite older brother”.

Louis frowned as he processed what she had said. “I’m your only older brother!”.

“Exactly…my favourite”.

“In London”.

“Saw someone tweet that they hate Yorkshire tea”. YN’s voiced played over the outside of the London home.

Louis and YN shared the same disappointing look, appalled someone would say such a thing. “Yorkshire tea is the way for me…the bands old manager used to drink them Earl Grey’s”.

“Earl fookin’ Grey’s?”. YN repeated, judgement high in her voice. “What the fook is an Earl Grey?”.

“Horrible!”. Was the only singular words Louis had to describe the tea.

“Brother and sister, Louis and YN!”.

“Just have a cup of tea y’know what I mean…it’s like those fookin’ avocados…trendiest food of all times, it’s like if I have an avocado and tag it in me picture like y’know what I mean…I’m a boyo”. Louis rambled on about his hatred for avocados, as he sat on the sofa with one leg rested up on the table. YN had switched off slightly as she let him talk. “They do piss me off, avocados!”.

At the mention of the fruit, YN snapped out of her daydream. “Are you still going on about fookin’ avocados?”. A giggle escaped her lips, as she looked at Louis sitting on her left. “How many times have you said fookin’ avocados?”.

“Avocados…said it again!”. Louis cheekily raised his eyebrows in a teasing way.

---

“Do you watch this?”. Louis asked his sister, who was getting comfy under the blanket, referring to the program University Challenge.

Without her lips threatening a smile, she sarcastically replied. “Nah, I’ve always worried I’d be smarter than them”.

The minute the joke slipped form her mouth, Louis chuckled at shook his head lightly at his unserious she was. “Shut up you idiot!”.

On the University Challenge, the contestants were asked “Of unknown origin what three letter word dates to the 1920’s in the sense of a live performance by a musician or group?”.

Without hesitation at the mention of a group, YN answered. “One Direction!”.

“Three letter word Tiny”. Louis rolled his eyes at his sisters answer.

The female contestant answered correctly. “Gig is correct!”.

“You should have got that”. YN pointed out to Louis, who only playfully nudged her with his shoulder.

---

“Doctor Johnson referred to which English literally figure…”.

“If they don’t know it…then we don’t know it”. Louis pointed out as the contestants looked a little confused themselves.

“Shakespeare!”. YN said with confidence, not realising that it was correct.

When the male contestant answered “Shakespeare”, and was told he was correct.

YN and Louis jumped in their seats at the realisation that she was in fact correct. “WHEEEY!”. The cheered tougher, matching their identical smiles.

“You go Tiny!”. Louis encouraged his sister, proud that she had it correct, even if it was a guess.

YN wore a smug grin, internally shocked that she managed to answer one. “Look at me…brains of fookin’ Britain”.

---

“In London”.

“Have you seen how much they’re trying to push American football now in England?”. Loui voice played over the outside of the building.

YN stared at him like he’d asked her the most ridiculous question ever. “Do you really think I keep up with football gossip?”.

“Brother and sister, Louis and YN”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You might…you enjoy coming to the odd game…you loved the charity match when we were in the band”.

“Yeah ‘cause I had some eye candy to look at!”. YN defended her reasoning, the eye candy referring to Harry who she was currently starting to let back into her life after their break up.

“Fair…fair!”. Louis let the conversation slide.

---

As the start of The Haunting begins, YN asked Louis if he believes in ghosts.

“Not really y’know…do you?”. It wasn’t a conversation the siblings ever had.

“I’d like to think there’s something after death…y’know…so kinda”. YN explained.

“You’d be a little shit if you were a ghost…just playing fook with everyone!”. Louis pulled at his jeans, trying to get comfy.

YN giggled. “Like real life you mean?”.

“Exactly!”.

As the scenes of The Haunting played, Louis and YN’s eyes were glued to the screen, watching intensely at what was about to happen. “I hate scary stuff…don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight”.

As the woman on the program woke up and sat up in bed, the camera quickly panned to the end of the bed where a large creature was stood.

“AHHHH!”. YN jumped up, clinging onto the cushion beside her.

Her scream caused Louis to jump in his seat. “Fookin’ ‘ell Tiny…you scared me more than that bloody creature!”.

After YN had calmed down her racing heart, she couldn’t help but laugh at Louis. “M’sorry you know I hate scary films”.

“I think the whole street know after that fookin’ scream!”.

---

Naked Attention was the next show the siblings had to watch. At first they were reluctant but it was part of of the show, and decided to make a joke out of it.

When the presenter on the show asked for the lower half of the bodies to be revealed, Louis and YN remained silent, both note for the first time all evening.

Breaking the silence, Louis spoke. “Do you know what’s mad about this…like they could get turned away now…and that’s all they’ve done all day is get out of bed and go on the tv and get their fanny’s out”.

“And bums and boobs…don’t forget them”. YN ended her silence. “I mean they’re naked on tv…like everyone can see this…imagine their poor Nan comes across this”.

“Let’s be ‘onest you’d hope your Nan wouldn’t choose to watch it”. Louis gave YN a worried look.

“Hey you never know!”. YN burst into laughter as she managed to make Louis embarrassed.

“Essentially they go on here…get naked…show off their bits and bobs and hope to get a date…it’s just mad”. Louis couldn’t understand the show and how it was a thing.

YN was deep in thought. “At least they know before the date if he’s got a little di-“.

Louis was quick to interrupt and groan in horror at what his sister was about to say. “Alright…alright that’s enough!”.

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[mitsua]

Them with an S/o who likes to collect "childish things"

Warnings: none Genre: fluff & comfort

Pairings: Tamaki Amaijiki × Y/N, Togata Mirio × Y/N, Nejire Hadō × Y/N

Series: Boku No Hero Academia Words' count: 0.44k

🪼Ok, I don't know if anyone really calls it that, but I'm talking about some things like Calico Critters, Funko Pops, cars, series' cards, etc. (I kinda do that myself, so this is a comforting post)

if he ever enters in your room and sees all your collectibles on display I picture him stopping on his track and admire everything.

Literally. Everything.

When you start talking or rambling if you get nervous because it must be awkward someone like you has all that, don't worry, he'd shook his head and deny anything you just said it's true

Even if he does not owe a collection such as yours, he might be familiar with the thought of keeping things you think very much of, so that's why sometimes when you start talking about any other topic, you'll see him getting distracted with your marvelous collection and apologize when you ask if he's listening to anything you just said.

Maybe some day he'll try to get you a little thing you might be missing to make your walls/shelves look even fuller.

When he first saw your collectibles he stared in awe, then tried to count them all as quick as he could but got lost halfway.

He smiled, reassuring you there is no problem with you collecting all those precious things as long as it makes you happy on your safe place.

He might have a little collection of his favorite heroes' merchandise, so he'd be the most curious and may ask the best questions about how you got everything your fascinating room is displaying.

Might invite you over his room to help him choose what to do to get a collection as wide and good-looking as yours.

Definitely expect a collectible as a thanks.

Her first reaction was a surprised gasp, stars in her eyes as she got closer at light's speed to each figurine/poster/other collectible you've gotten to get a better look.

Starts asking you tons of questions as to when did this collection started and why do you like it so much. With these talks you only drive her to want one of her own.

So she might ask for advice on how to start one. With your help and both of your minds' creativity you surely will get a unique collection done quickly in her room that might or might not expand further than only on her room.

Expect sharing matching-keychains about all yours and her liked series/games/movies characters or almost anything at all.

Might try to do some of these by hand.

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Mystery of love

Previously / Next chapter

a/n I don’t know how we all ended up here but we have! Enjoy! Thank you for the sweet words!🤍🫧

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

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He had been restless ever since. No matter what he did, where he went, somewhere in the back of his head there was always that girl with rosy cheeks. Noah wondered if you even understood how much he had to work himself up to walk up to you. He wasn’t usually like that with other women. Not that he found himself interacting with many. Fans were fans, Noah tried to keep that line pretty clear. After all, he had learned the hard way what that could entail.

But there had been something about you. From the moment you stepped into the room, Noah had this feeling. He couldn’t explain it and that made him feel almost stupid. They were all protective of one another. It was just how it was. You looked out for the ones you loved. But with Matt finding Emmy, a weird sort of longing had sparked within. He was happy for both of them but it also made Noah take a hard turn towards his dating life. One that wasn’t there.

“Hey, we’re ordering it or not?”, the sound of Jolly’s voice made Noah turn around. “Yeah, I’ll take one”, he muttered under his breath, returning to his phone. “You’ll take one? I’m asking you about lightbulbs”, Jolly tilted his head to the side, “Have you even been listening?”. The truth was that he was far from listening because the past two days have been spent trying to find you online. He had done that pretty easily. Emmy had a public profile and a couple of pictures of you both together, with you, for Noah’s luck, being tagged in all of them.

“Do you know if Matt’s home?”, Noah turned back to his friend who had a frown on his face. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”, Jolly urged on but Noah simply shrugged, “Nothing, just some management shit, need to run it through him”, the lie rolled rather easily off his tongue but Noah knew from the look on Jolly’s face that he wasn’t buying it. “You come to me when you feel like it and Matt’s downstairs”, he gestured towards the door, stepping aside so Noah could walk past.

He knew this was stupid and quite frankly something that Matt might not even approve of but after running the idea through his head over and over he saw no other option. Matt was leaning onto the counter grinning at his phone as if it was the seventh word wonder. “Hey, man”, Noah clapped him on the back, “I have a weird thing to ask of you”. Matt turned to him, motioning with his head for Noah to keep talking. “I need your phone”, the sentence alone made him cringe, “and your Instagram account”, “Why?”, Matt crossed his arms over his chest, “You have your private account, what would you do on my account?”.

Now this was the crossroad Noah knew could ever make it or break it. “You follow someone”, he mused, “With a private account”. And that was all it took for Matt to start grinning. “Tell me that it’s not Y/n or it means that I owe Emmy a tenner”, he shook his head almost in disbelief. Noah froze and his face must have given him away. Matt let out a laugh, “Emmy called it, she said you would be the one to fall”, “I’m not falling, she left quickly in the middle of the party, I just want to…”, Noah rambled on, making Matt shake his head once more, “You know the password, don’t like any of her pictures”, he tossed his phone at Noah, giving him a warning finger, before settling down on the stool.

“It will be ten fourth five”, you smiled at the customer in front of you, warping the book in the paper bag before sliding it over the counter. “Have a good read, tell me your thoughts next time around”, the teenager nodded eagerly before stepping outside with the wave. You loved slow mornings like that. The bookstore only got busy over the midday hours. But all morning and late evening you could easily enjoy your reads if there were no deliveries that needed to be unpacked.

“Think it’ll be just me and you here today, Bean”, you brushed your hand over the ginger fur of the cat that had made the store his home years ago. Keeping you company through your shifts. Reaching out you busied yourself with the front desk, having the urge to rearrange the books presented there. That was until the bell on the door rang, making you turn. “Welcome to Ink and …”, your voice died down and just like that night everything seemed to halt before going in lightning speed. “Welcome to Ink and Paper let me know if you need help with anything”, you blinked, turning away quickly as your heart hammered in your chest. Because there was no way he was here. Your brain was playing a trick on you. “It’s Noah, I don’t know if you remember”, his voice cut through you, making you shoot daggers at the cat in front of you as if he could do anything about this. “Oh, I remember”, you threw his line from the first night you two met back at him, moving behind the counter as if it would do anything to help you.

“Are you looking for a book?”, you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “No, I… I wanted to see you”, he brushed his hand through his hair stepping closer. “For some reason, I don’t want to know how you found out about this”, you gestured around the store. “I have my ways, how have you been?”, he smiled at you, reaching to touch the books on the shelf to his right. And you shamelessly allowed yourself to watch his tattooed fingers. “Why are you here, Noah?”, you asked, making him snap his attention back to you fully.

He took a deep breath in, “I wanted to see you again. You kind of been on my mind ever since so I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to go out now that neither of us are under the influence of alcohol”, he braced both of his hands onto the counter, leaning towards you. You backed away, back hitting the shelf behind you, “Not looking for a boyfriend”, you bit back. “I didn’t offer to be one”, Noah shrugged, “Yet”. The smirk that painted his lips felt infectious and you found yourself wanting to smile too. “The answer is no”, you reached for Bean, lifting him, “But you are free to look around”.

“A not date dinner, just once”, Noah pushed on, “Just two friends on…”, “We’re not friends”, you cut in. “Okay two not friends going on a not date”, he tilted his head to the side. “We close at eight”, you narrowed your eyes at him. “I can wait”, he threw the answer so easily as if he truly meant it. “That’s seven hours”, you pointed out. “Amazing, I can wait”, Noah smiled at you, reaching for the first book closest to him. “That’s pretty much porn on paper”, you gestured to his choice. “Wonderful maybe I can learn a thing or two”, his words made you snort and you instantly clasped a hand over your mouth. But it was too late, he had heard it and he sure as hell was proud of himself.

Noah never thought that watching someone in their element could be so fulfilling. He smiled alongside people that you were interacting with. Watching how much thought went into every suggestion you made. He equally as much saw you glancing at him. As if you were waiting for him to leave. To not stick up to his words. And so he didn’t miss the hurt in your eyes when he did move towards the door. The look that got replaced with an eye roll when he came back minutes later with two bags of pastries from across the street.

“We can go”, the sound of your voice made him look up from the book he had been flipping through. “It’s six”, Noah glanced at his watch before bringing his eyes back up to you. “I’m aware”, you clutched the books in your hands closer to your chest, “We close at six every other day”. “So, I passed the challenge”, Noah mussed, making you shake your head, “Can I still opt out?”. “Absolutely no chance”, he quickly stood up. “Can we stop by my place I would like to change”, you pointed to your uniform shirt, tapping the logo with your finger. “I can lend you my hoodie”, Noah offered, making you chuckle, “Nice try, but no thank you”, “Your apartment it is”, he gestured for you to go ahead of him, waiting up as you locked up, turning to face him once more.

“It’s nothing special so… don’t judge”, you muttered beneath your breath as you turned your keys in the lock, trying to remember if you hadn’t left any underwear around the place before you left. “I live in a household of only men, nothing I see will be worst”, Noah chuckled from behind you. It felt too intimate bringing him upstairs. Letting him inside the space that was just for you. “Why not get a space for yourself?”, you fidgeted with your keys, stalling the inevitable. Wondering if you asked him to stay behind would he? “I love my friends, they are family. I always wanted to have a space that felt safe”, Noah mused, “That felt like actually home”.

You took a deep breath in, letting his words sink in. “Well… You’re about to see what home looks like to me”, you breathed out a sigh before opening the door. There was this anticipation there. Thick in the air as you waited for his reaction. A frown. Something. Something like your ex said. A hoarder. A mess. “Shit…”, Noah mussed, glancing around. And here it was you could feel it. Right on the tip of his tongue… “This is the coolest place I’ve seen”, your head snapped to him. “I’ve never thought that you could just put them like this”, he leaned closer to the stacks of books in your hallway. “You know we have so much manga back home, it’s in boxes but we should so do this”, he rambled on, brushing his fingers over the bindings, reading some of the titles.

You watched him for a while. In your space. You wanted him to stick out. To feel odd. But it felt right. He looked good standing there. The evening sun painted his skin golden. “You drink tea?”, you asked softly. “Are you inviting me in?”, Noah wiggled his eyebrows. “No, not after that”, you frowned making him let out a low laugh. “I would love a cuppa if it’s okay with you”, you wanted to say no but deep down a bigger part of you screamed yes. “Take your shoes off and… watch out for Marsh, he’s blind”, you informed him, slipping through the hallway. Glancing back to watch him quickly kicking his sneakers off. Asking yourself what the fuck you have gotten yourself in after all the promises you had made to yourself

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Crumb Together

Prompt Day 27: Coffee Shop AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, Coffee Shop/Bakery AU, Fluff, Steve POV

Steve is carefully filling the bakery case. He's been here since three a.m., and it's still a half-hour until opening, but at least he's on time and not behind schedule for once. 

"Hey dingus, do we need more muffins?" Robin hollers, banging through the double-doors from the back to the front. 

"No, I have enough, thanks so much," he snaps. He's snippy this morning, pretty mad she ever talked him into this whole coffee shop scheme. Sure, they're retail pros, but small business owners? He should have said no fucking way. But she was excited, and he wanted her to be happy. That’s always his downfall.

He's definitely re-thinking that now that they’ve completely lost their social lives by keeping these insane working and sleeping schedules. They only see each other, which isn't the worst thing in the world, other than the fact that he doesn't know the last time he's touched boobies. Or dick. He's not picky. 

He needs to get laid, and he can’t do that stuck inside this coffee shop slash bakery hell with his best friend.

He's about to turn and sass her, when someone taps on the front door and he jumps, throwing a chocolate muffin up into the air, fumbling it around, before finally regaining control. 

He didn't drop it, but it looks a little worse for wear. He can't sell it like this. 

Well, fuck.

If he was a hired hand, he'd ignore the annoying tapper until the official opening time. Which is twenty-nine minutes from now. But as the owner, he puts down his tray and walks towards the door. They could use the paying customer, even if they’ve shown up way too early, like a rude asshole.

He looks, but he can't see anyone out there in the dark. Maybe he should ignore it.

He doesn't, instead he unlocks the door, and there's a guy standing there. 

"Hey, nice catch," the guy says, smiling. 

Steve forces a smile in return, "How can I help you?" 

"I know you're not open yet, but I saw you in there juggling the muffins, and I'm on my way out of town and really need a cup of coffee. My coffee maker decided this was the morning to croak," he says, slashing his whole hand across his neck, making a throat-slitting motion. 

He's rambling, like Robin.

Steve finds it a little cuter on him, than he does when Robin does it at this ungodly hour. 

Steve sighs, and opens the door wider to let him inside, "You just want black coffee?" 

"Please," the guy says. 

"I'll have to brew it. It'll just take a minute." 

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver," he says, and Steve can see that he's looking at Steve's chest, looking for a name tag. But Steve's not wearing one. Because as the owner, he finally doesn't have to. 

Robin is booting up the point-of-sale system, "Black coffee?" she repeats. 

The guy nods. 

"For?" 

"Eddie," the guy answers. 

"Good thing you asked him, I'd never know who to hand it to," Steve snarks at Robin, starting the coffee machine.

Eddie laughs.

Robin doesn't.

When it's done, Steve places the cup on the counter, and Robin immediately picks it up and writes Eddie's name on it. 

Which, that's stupid. They all know it's Eddie's coffee. Then, Robin sacks up the slightly banged up muffin and hands it to Eddie.

"You scared him and caused him to squish it. So, it's yours. On the house!" she says, far too chipper for this time of morning. 

"Thanks, I'll try to drop by and scare him more often," Eddie says, reading his name on his cup, grinning. Then Eddie slides a ten dollar bill across the counter, waving off his change. 

As soon as the bell on the door jangles, signaling Eddie's departure, Robin turns and slaps Steve on the arm. 

"What the hell? That cute boy wanted to flirt, and you totally dropped the ball, dingus!" 

Steve scrunches up his forehead, "Huh?"

Robin just shakes her head, annoyed, and heads back towards the kitchen.

Is Steve so rusty that he missed flirting? Goddamnit. 

Steve has just turned the front door lock, and flipped the sign to closed, when he hears his cell phone ringing somewhere in the distance. He follows the sound, and when he picks it up, it's a number he doesn't recognize. Great. More telemarketer bullshit. 

He goes to swipe the decline button, when Robin shouts, "You better get that!"

He looks back at his phone and cautiously accepts the call, not knowing what the hell she's done now.

"Hello?"

"Is this Steve? From the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, this is Steve," Steve says, suspicious. He has no idea who he's talking to.

"Good, good. This is Eddie. From this morning. The coffee jerk that made you open early."

"Oh, uh, okay. Um…"

"How did I get this number?" Eddie asks, laughing.

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking," Steve admits.

"Well, somehow it ended up written on my coffee cup this morning, with your name and a time to call."

Steve shakes his head, Robin is such an asshole, but Steve smiles.

"Well, I'm not sure how that happened," Steve says, teasing back. Flirting. 

"Big mystery," Eddie teases, "but since I've got you on the phone, would you like to grab dinner or drinks. Coffee?"

"No coffee," Steve laughs, "but yes. To the other two, for sure. But be forewarned, I eat really early. Like an old person. Early bird specials are my jam. And I go to bed by nine. Eight-thirty if I can get away with it. I gotta be here by three to get ready to open this place."

He's learned to get that info out of the way, early. 

"Well, that sounds perfect. I get up at four to get to my jobsite. I'm in construction," Eddie says.

Steve smiles, it's been a while since anyone has understood his schedule.

"So, dinner? Four-thirty or five?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs.

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[thebearer]

no but i love your writing! ever since i watched s1 and 2 last weekend because of a youtube ad, i peaked in the carmy tag and was a surprised to see the amount of stories carmy had! would love a scenario where he’s married to a sassy, take no shit type of reader sim to natalie. his wife legit could work with him for all i care. but for whatever reason he does something w/o checking in— he prolly just forgot. she finds out and confronts him hella pissed (could be at family or during restaurant prep idc) and she says “oh, if carmen said it was cool.” not even carmy the full government name bro 😭. p much how natalie articulated it 🤣. can’t remember the ep but in early season 1 when marcus blew the fuse you can also include slick commentary from richie (and fak) if you’d like! tysm in advance 🥰. also if you don’t me me asking, do you have name/alias on this blog? what we can call you? enjoy your week

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yes yes yes ahhhhh! he definitely needs someone who keeps him in line but walks that fine line where he can also keep them in line (bc dom!carmy is living in my heart rent free forever lol). also you can call me e if you'd like :) thank you for your sweet words! i hope you have a good week, and hope you enjoy this!

"What's this?" You ask Sydney, looking at the new box being unloaded from the truck- big and bulky in a crate, far too large to be a produce shipment.

"Uh, I think it's the new glassware for the bar." Sydney looked at her clipboard, back at you carefully.

"Glassware? What new glassware. We haven't picked that out yet." You frowned, looking at the crate carefully.

"Oh, well, it was in Carmen's notes for the day, so... I think that's the only shipment we have. Unless the hostess stand came early, which would be amazing, but you-" Sydney stopped her ramblings, seeing your soured expression. "You know what? Never mind, uh, ignore me. I'm just...Carmen's with Sugar and Richie in the back if you want to ask him."

"Thanks, Syd." You muttered, ripping the bell open with a shrill before bounding towards the back. You could hear them before you saw them, a familiar chorus of chatter and rising voices.

"Hey, so what's the delivery out front?" You ask, not bothering to wait for them to acknowledge you. If you did, you'd never talk, they all talked over each other.

"The new glasses for the bars." Sugar turned, smiling softly at you. "How are you doing?"

"Good." You muttered, eyes cutting to Carmen. "We haven't ordered new glasses yet."

"Uh, well, I thought you liked the ones from last week, angel." Carmen's eyes were bulged, clearly flustered.

"I said I liked them for basics, but I needed you to confirm a drink menu." You glared at him, arms crossing over his chest.

"You can't put the drinks in that?" Carmen asked, hand flying out towards the hall.

"Not if you want the specialty, no." You huffed. "Carmen, I told you to wait just a few days and we could get them at the wholesale market. The textured ones for the signature at least."

"Uh-oh," Richie muttered, snickering to Fak.

"Can you not use the glasses I got?" Carmen sighed.

"I can, but did you get enough? And did we decide if the signature is going in a whiskey glass or a cylinder one? Did you order double of those?" You lifted a brow, taking a step towards him. Richie and Nat watched, heads turning from you and Carmen like a tennis match.

Carmen paused, running a hand down his face. "N-No, but-"

"-So what are you going to do when we open and you run out of drinks, huh? When everyone orders the signature and it comes in different glasses? You think those travel groupie influencers won't notice? Won't post about it and make it a big fucking deal?" You countered.

"Then we'll figure it out!" Carmen huffed. "Look I gave the order to Richie, and-"

"-Hey, no fuckin' way cousin. You gave me your order." Richie held his hand up. "Sweetheart, Carmy said it was good so I just placed the order."

"Well, if Carmen said it was good, then it must be, right? He's the fucking boss." You snarl, glaring at Carmen furiously. "Seems like you've got it under control, Carm, so I'll leave it to you." You turn on your heel, furiously stomping away.

Richie and Fak wait until they hear the slam of the office door, to release their cackles. "Oooh! Cousin, you are in the fuckin' dog house now." Richie laughed, Fak's chorus of barks emphasizing his statement.

"Shut up, ok? Just shut the fuck up." Carmen growled, running a hand through his hair.

"Carmy, why wouldn't you ask her before you ordered? She's your mixologist." Nat sighed, shoulders heavy with disappointment.

"Also your girlfriend." Sydney added, poking her head in. "I told you to wait. Just saying."

"Thank you, alright, thank you all for your fuckin' helpful words." Carmen snapped. "Just... Nat, make sure they get all that shit set up right, ok? Make sure the dishwasher fucking works before we're open, please."

The office door was shut, and Carmen hesitated, reaching for the knob anxiously. He wasn't sure if he should knock- I mean, fuck, this is his office but... you were already so mad at him. Knuckles rapping on the door, he didn't wait for the invite in- knowing he'd never get one.

Carmen found you, sniffling in a furious pout in the corner, body angled away from the door. "Baby-" Carmen started with a sigh, shoulders falling gently at your upset state.

"-Don't." You snap, wiping your eyes. "Don't even start with me, Carmen." The way you say his full name sounds so bitter, too formal and full of malice to be from you.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought we agreed on it, and-and Richie was pressuring me and... And you're right. I shouldn't have made that decision without you, and I'm sorry." Carmen said slowly, waiting for your gaze to meet his, angry, wet, waterline.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." You agreed bitterly, wiping your eyes. "I get this is your restaurant, Carmen, but don't ask for my help if you're just gonna do what you want anyways. That's-That's not nice."

"I know." Carmen nodded slowly, approaching you with the caution he would a wild animal. "I want your help. I do, and-and I like your idea that the house drink goes in the special glass. Makes it stand out."

You lifted your gaze up to his. "Yeah?" You asked, he nodded, sitting next to you. "Did you blow your budget?"

"No," Carmen shook his head, not a total lie. Fak had been able pull some strings with the new stoves, turns out he did have a guy. It left a little over five thousand left over.

"We could go to that place, if you want to. Go look and see if they have the glasses. Get a rough estimate of about how many we'd need." Carmen offered, his hand cupping your thigh gently, thumb rubbing over your leg in soothing circles.

"As long as Sydney or Nat does the numbers and not you." You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes at him.

He laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'll get Sugar to run 'em, alright? Then we can go. Call it an early night."

You beamed at the idea, letting him slide in next to you, melting into your side. "That sounds good." You hummed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

"I-I'm real sorry I didn't as you ." Carmen muttered. "That was shitty."

"Yeah." You sighed in agreement. "I just... I want to be included in things." You asked, looking up at him sweetly. "Not everything, but-but at least the things that apply to my area."

"I know." Carmen nodded, his hand catching your cheek softly. "I'll let you handle it next time, alright? I trust your opinion."

"You don't have to do that-"

"-No, you're right, I don't. But-But I want to." Carmen nodded. "I know you're lookin' out for the best in this place just like I am."

[meo-on-prairie]

Keep it Lowkey

Sukuna x Reader

Prompt: “Be as quiet as you can ‘cause if anyone sees they’ll just blow shit up” - Lowkey by NIKI

Words count: 1.1k

Tags: bodyguard!sukuna x Popstar!reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers (????), just pure indulgence, pure fluff

Rambling: it’s a little fluffy Sukuna fic inspired by “lowkey”-NIKI. Full fantasizing. I’m writing while I still have the time lmao. If i was in this situation, my brain would become mush.

Note to self: get a new bodyguard. You mentally note as you stare at Sukuna, your current bodyguard, in all his glory. You have to fire him. He’s not bad at this job by any means. On the contrary, he’s excellent at his job. With his nearly 7ft build, his… well trained body, and his tattoos, he looks very intimidating. Ever since your team hired him, you have encountered much much less crazy fans, in fact you feel safe enough to post pictures while on vacations instead of having to wait until you’re back at home to post them. But lately, he has been a distraction to your work.

You didn’t pay much attention to Sukuna when your security team first introduced him to you. You were too busy prepping for your performance at a music festival. You just greeted him quickly, thanked him for joining the team, and hurried on stage. Sukuna has been working for you for about 2 years now, and you hate it. You hate it because you’re pinning after your bodyguard. And the smug fucker knows it.

The way he smirks at you when he shields you from the flashing light of cameras. The way his hand casually grazes your back and hip, lingering a little longer than he should but not long enough to be noticeable. The way he leans in a little too close to whisper in your ears about potential danger in a large crowd. This fucker know how his actions make you blushing and knees weak. He knows and he’s teasing you. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sukuna teases, snapping you out of your train of thoughts.

“Why would I need to take a picture of someone I've been seeing everyday for 2 years? I’m tired of seeing your face.” you reply nonchalantly, redirecting your focus on the notebook in your lap. You’re currently in the artist lounge, alone with Sukuna. The music show won’t start for another 3 hours, but you like to be early. You’re waiting on your makeup artist as you work on writing another song for your album, but it’s looking hopeless ‘cause you have no clue what to write.

“The way you’ve been staring at me says otherwise, Little Star.” Sukuna pressed on with a smirk. 

“Please, do tell, how have I been staring at you?” You said sarcastically. Closing your notebook, you ain’t getting anything done with Sukuna in the same room as you. You get up to pour yourself a glass of wine that the music show provides to its VIP artists. 

“Like you’re mentally undressing me in your head. I’m surprised none of your fans or paparazzi notice it.” He shrugged. Sukuna eyes your form as you pour your wine. You look good enough to devour, he thinks. The sparkly, skimpy outfit leaves little for the imagination.

“Because I’m a professional, Sukuna.” you side-eyes him, sipping on your wine. 

“Oh, so you do undress me with your eyes” Sukuna is full on smirking now. You fucked up. 

As your mind races to find a good response to his remark, you feel a pair of arms snaking around your waist. You look up to see Sukuna towering over you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t good, your heart is beating too loud, you feel like even he can hear it. Your mind is turning white. You want to run away right this second. You feel like a mouse being trapped under a tiger’s paw.

“Come on, Little Star. You could’ve been more honest with yourself… With me…” His voice dropped to a low volume, you can feel the rumbling of his chest, he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Come on now, what do you want?”

His breath fanned your ears and your brain short circuit. This isn’t good. This is down right dangerous. You can feel your self restraint slipping. “Whatever deity above, whoever you are, give me power.”. Clearly whatever deity above is not on your side because you can’t take your eyes off the way his collarbone look at this angle. Now that he’s leaning down to your height, you are finally able to see the way the muscles on his shoulder flex with his arm on your hip. His tone biceps. And oh god, his chest, they look so incredibly⸻

“Come on, Little Star, tell me.”

You feel his lip nibbling on your ear. You’re done for. 

“Y-y-you. I want you.” you are barely able to choke out. There is no turning back now.

“That’s more like it.” Sukuna breathes out right before he presses his lips against yours. 

You melt into him as soon as your lips make contact with his. Your knees finally give out under you, if not for his hands that were on your waist, you would be on the ground. He holds you up and against his body and you wrap your legs around his torso. His hand moves from your waist to your thigh so he can hold you up better. 

Your hand slides from shoulders to his nape to the back of his head, tugging on his hair as you kiss him back. He kisses you like your lips are the sweetest nectar and he’s a starved man.  Hungrily, ferociously, desperately. His hand glides from your thigh to your ass, slipping under your skimpy stage outfit. If Sukuna could have it his way, he would tear the outfit off of you right then and there. But that could wait till after the music show.

You don’t know how long you were kissing him. It felt like time stopped. The world stopped. There is no one else but him, nothing else but his kiss. So this is what you've been denying yourself of for so long. Sukuna was right, you should’ve been more honest. You hate that he's right.

A knock on the door, snap you both out of the haze. Your makeup artist. You forgot that you were waiting for her. In fact, you forgot you were at a music show and is about to go on stage. The thing this man does to you. He’s dangerous. 

“We’ll continue this later. I’ll let you undress me with your hands this time.” He said with a smirk as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears, tinting them red. 

Sukuna leans down to give you a quick peck on your forehead before turning around to open the door for your makeup artist. 

Maybe you don’t need to fire him after all. You’ll have to keep your relationship a secret though, if you want to keep your fan base. It’s not easy being famous. Fortunately, like you said, you’re a professional.

[haesunflower]

drunk zb1 headcanons

genre: fluff/comedy

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x zerobaseone

about/tags: what i image zerobaseone to be like as drunk bfs

thank you anon for req, do not read this if you've never drank before, mentions of cursing, alcohol, partying, etc. matthew implied nsfw, no gunwook and yujin

⠀⠀♡ kim jiwoong ♡ ⠀⠀

he's mostly quiet at first, then all of a sudden gets extremely talkative

keeps saying he isn't drunk, but is already slurring his words

the only thing he talks about: you

"y/n's perfect. so perfect" he says as he takes a swig at his drink. he's resting his hands on the table when he rambles about how you beautiful you are, and how you make him a better person. "the other day, y/n and i were just walking, and then the sunlight hit y/n's face perfectly, and i swear i thought i was next to an angel, and it was super cute because y/n just looked so happy to be walking with me, so cute bro" ricky is shaking his head because he's already heard this story...twice tonight.

"there's your angel hyung". you make your way back to him from the bathroom. he's staring at you as you walk back, and watches you take a seat next to him. when you're settled, he rests his head against the side of yours – basking in your scent, presence, your entire being. you're mouthing "what happened" to ricky and he just shrugs.

⠀⠀ ♡ zhang hao ♡ ⠀⠀

clingy, so so so so so clingy – maybe gets slightly jealous

literally keeps snaking his arm around your waist

rubbing your thigh with his hand

playing with your hands

so touchy. touchy touchy touchy. but not in the nsfw way, just in the i love physical contact way

your table at the restobar is buzzing with conversation. you're talking to hanbin about something when hao starts soothingly rubbing his hand up and down your leg. "yes, hao?" you ask, as you also feel him wrapping his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer next to him. normally, he isn't the type to initiate physical contact in front of the other members – the most you ever do is hand holding. you're seated across hanbin and gyuvin when he rests his chin on your shoulder, whispering "nothing, i just like being close to you." you duck your head, so that you're at eye level with him when you say "you're so cute when you're drunk." he gives you a soft smile before lifting his head again to continue engaging with the other members, arms still wrapped around your shoulder. it's not long before he eventually asks you to sit on him, and he's cradling your waist.

⠀⠀ ♡ sung hanbin ♡ ⠀⠀

mumbling apologies to you about not being able to use his hallpass

(to those that don't know, a hallpass is basically a "free pass" you can give your s/o to hook up with someone that isn't you)

"sorry, stranger. i can't use my hallpass on you"

and you're so confused you're literally his partner??

hanbin is looking at you through hooded eyes, barely able to keep himself awake. you don't think he recognizes that it's you he's speaking to – his vision is probably all blurry as the whole world spins. "jeez matthew, how much did he drink?" you say as you wrap his arms around your shoulders, supporting him as he tries to stand up. "honestly not much, he's such a lightweight". for some reason, hanbin removes your grip from him and starts bowing thank yous to everyone that drank with him.

"wait i need to call y/n that i'm coming home" he's scrambling for his phone when you say "baby i'm literally here." matthew is next to you, laughing that he doesn't recognize you. "stranger, like i said. i can't use my hallpass on you. i love y/n too much". it's cute but annoying, you have to ask jiwoong and matthew to carry him to your car.

⠀⠀ ♡ seok matthew ♡ ⠀⠀

frat bro drunk and number one instigator, telling everyone they're weak little shits that can't handle alcohol well

to be fair, he can handle it well so there's merit to what he's saying

challenges you to take shots with him

taunts you...when you decline...he's evil like that...

"take one more with me" matthew hands you a shot of tequila, and you're dreading it. "c'mon babe, you're telling me you can't handle it?" there's an underlying nsfw undertone to the way he's talking to you, taunting you, challenging you. he's smirking, wondering what your next move is. and you want to prove him wrong so badly, that's your dynamic. so you take the shot with him, and when you're done he asks you to open up to put the lemon in your mouth. "good girl" he mutters to you as he wipes the remaining tequila off the corner of your lip. he kisses you as a reward, and he takes back the lemon from your mouth with his tongue.

⠀⠀ ♡ kim taerae ♡ ⠀⠀

if he's wine drunk: sad, probably crying about how much he loves you

but if he's party drunk:

literally who is this dude...

so confident, rizzes you up – even smacks your ass a lil

"hey sweetheart, what's your name – can i buy you a drink?" he sits down next to you at the bar, resting his arm around your waist. "ha ha, very funny taerae" you say as you turn the swivel chair to face him. his entire face is flushed and his hair is kinda messy, hot, you think. you pull him closer by the collar, and plant a sloppy kiss on him. he jokingly smacks your butt and you let out a tiny little squeal. you break apart, placing your hand on his chest when you jokingly say, "my god taerae, control yourself please". he smiles, dimple on full display. then, it's his turn to pull you closer for another sloppy kiss. gyuvin passes by and mutters "gross" at the two of you.

⠀⠀♡ ricky ♡ ⠀⠀

goes without saying, he's a big spender and would buy full bottles for the entire table unprompted

gets 10x funnier and louder

but the moment he gets shitfaced, all he does is look for you

bro gets so cute, so so so cute

he's screaming "where's y/n?" over the loud music. from where you're standing, he looks like a lost little cat – scanning the entire club for your presence. you walk up to him, two drinks in hand when you say "i'm right here". he smiles so big when he replies with "i thought i lost you baby." he takes the drinks from your hands and sets it on the table before pulling you onto the couch, your body landing on top of him. "don't leave without telling me" he says, eyes scanning your own. you notice that his eyes are hazy too. you nod as a response, and ricky is staring at your lips. it's not long before he's pulling you into a kiss. you place both of your hands on his cheeks, it's warm. the two of you are in your own world really, even with the EDM blasting through the speakers.

⠀⠀♡ kim gyuvin ♡ ⠀⠀

stage 1: extremely annoying and has the zoomies

stage 2: the world betrays him and he has to sit down or else he'll hurl

stage 3: is on another universe, and surprisingly gets really deep

gyuvin is only at stage two when ricky decides to call you for reinforcements. "y/n you don't understand. he kept lifting hao and tried to run away from us with him on his back...like twice". so you sit down next to him, glass of water in hand when you say "gyuvin, drink this." you place the glass against his lips, and he obeys immediately. even if his eyes are closed, he knows it's you. "thanks for coming to get me y/n" he says softly. you run your hands through his hair, comfortingly rubbing his temples for relief from the migraine that's about to settle in.

in the car ride home, he asks about soulmates and how he thinks you're his.

A/N: i just want to take some shots with matthew ugh...

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I'm putting this in the tags for the people who are sending me rude asks. Please do the mature thing and just don't send me nasty things. Thanks.

For the last time since I keep getting nasty fucking asks about it insulting me and calling me names; I am not tryna run none of you people outta this damn fandom and that was never my goal so quit playing victim and pretending I am. This is a fandom for everyone, obviously... Which is why I criticize when you guys treat it like it isn't. I was trying countless times yesterday to drop the conversation when the person arguing with me kept insisting that they had an issue with me talking about an aspect they didn't like, because they were arguing with me over an opinion I had that they didn't like, not over something that mattered. This aspect personally affected me, and many others in the server. This isn't an aspect I enjoy people pretending is cute or funny because it caused very, very real damage to things like body positivity. I don't try to fight with ANYONE here, ever. My entire goal in these situations is to educate when someone believes this is bad behavior by explaining why it's problematic to gloss over this aspect or glorify it when it was a very real issue. Please, ask yourself why you're beefing with a minor. I beg of you. This person had no intention to listen to me, OR the server owner, when we told them that they can have different opinions and simply ignore it if they don't like it. They also ignored the countless attempts at de-escalating the situation, proving they just wanted to argue about it.

I should also mention this person said some really nasty things that implied I was apart of cancel culture, or on the "everything is problematic" bandwagon which is kind of implying they think that criticizing bigotry is wrong, even when it's coming from the minority group it affected. My criticizing of a media is not disliking of a media, nor is it "cancel culture". I am not trying to CANCEL a show from the 2000s. I am merely pointing out its flaws. If you can't handle being apart of a morally flawed show's fandom, don't be apart of it. Not only that, but this person made passive aggressive comments such as "wow you ramble a lot" completely unnecessarily when I was speaking. Why was this needed? I know I do. Why are you trying to insinuate that my passion about the subject is weird? Either way, I wasn't trying to have this fight. They were. This person said a lot of insensitive things to me, claiming I pulled the autism card when I rebuttaled the "wow you ramble a lot" stuff, telling me they had an issue with me merely discussing a topic that was 100% allowed in the server (stated by the server owner, the channel was allowed for criticism), and was overall very passionate about putting me in the wrong for simply pointing out and discussing the flaws of a show because it was brought up. That's not okay and that's incredibly judgy. I dunno why this person can't admit they're wrong, but it's not hard to understand that my criticism is not unwarranted nor is it unwelcome. I did nothing wrong by speaking about it in a channel that directly said criticism was allowed.

Do not play victim when you started the argument AND fueled the argument when people tried to stop it. Simple as. I'm really hoping this person realizes they're wrong and apologizes appropriately like a mature adult, because this is ridiculous. This is such a stupid thing for them to have fought me over and no one's gonna be upset if they just... Did the right thing and apologize. This applies to ANY of you who mess up. If you mess up and realize you've done something you shouldn't have, just apologize man. Especially in a case like this where the person was arguing over "toma-to, tamato-e" or whatever. They didn't like my WARRENTED opinion and they got on my ass about it repeatedly, and I got nothing out of asking them why they held it because their response was basically "you don't like this media how I like it, so you can't possibly like it, get out". Hence, them asking why I'm in a server of fans if I... "Don't like the show". Simply because I criticized an aspect.

Please, if any of you don't believe me, the server is open for the public. You can go in there and see the conversation yourself. I am not hiding myself at all from this, and I'm glad to share evidence that I did just as I said and they did just as I said. This is a stupid fvking argument and any of you still dragging it on should be ashamed for thinking this is worth arguing about. People have opinions, leave it at that. What happened to respecting valid stances?

[alieinthemorning]

Always Your Mother [Fushiguro Megumi]

Content: Implied /Referenced Character Death, No Curses AU, Adopted Fushiguro Megumi, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mother's Day, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Related to: An Addition to Change (Required Reading) | Fleeting Adolescences (Required Reading)

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today was Mother’s Day. Your first ever Mother’s Day’s. To a child that wasn’t biologically yours, nor were you sure if he even considered you something akin to a mother. You felt more like a live-in babysitter, not even a nanny. So, you didn’t really have your hopes up, but—

“How did you burn the water?” You could hear the scowl on Megumi’s face.  

“I didn’t burn it!” As well as the look of dismay that Satoru always had when Megumi said something harsh.

“It smells burnt.”

“Water can’t be burnt, Megumi.”

“And somehow you did it.”

You peeked around the corner, eyes widened at the scene before you. Simply put…it was a mess. There was food everywhere (yes, everywhere), there was black smoke coming from a pot on the stove, and both of them were covered head to toe in flour.

As much as you should have been frustrated with them (or at least exasperated, knowing that all of this needed to be cleaned sooner rather than later). But you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. 

“Can you not see the black smoke coming from that pot, Satoru? Of course, it’s brunt.”

Satoru jumped, head whipping around. “H-honey?” His eyes flicked between you, and the mess. “Now, before you get mad—” 

Megumi hopped off the footstool he was standing on, rushing to your side. “See! Even mom agrees! Only Satoru is dumb enough to burn water!” 

You froze. Satoru gasped. Megumi looked between the two of you. 

He pulled back. “...oh, do you…do you not want me to call you mom?”

You dropped to your knees, meeting him at eye level. “I was just surprised, is all. I’m…I’m actually really happy that you called me ‘mom’, Megumi.” 

“Really? So, I can keep calling you mom?” Your heart hurt at the tears that were gathering in his eyes.

You smiled, opening your arms to him. “Of course, baby.” 

Once his little arms wrapped around you as best as they could, all of your fears and doubts from the morning washed away. You were an important figure in Megumi’s life. Someone he felt close enough to call “Mom”. 

Someone who he loved. 

“So…” Satoru started, but Megumi immediately shut him down. 

“No.”

He chuckled. “Had to try it.”

You and Megumi were still not talking. You had a fight, or rather, Megumi was upset with you for interfering in his life. However, you couldn’t just not. You were called to pick him up last week for fighting (although it was more akin to straight up beating people up). You tried to talk to him in the car about it, but he just kept shutting you down.  

You didn’t understand, but he refused to help you understand.

You didn’t need to worry about it, but how could you not when he was bruised and bloody. 

It was none of your business. 

But you thought he was your son…unless that changed with time as well. 

“Leave me alone!” 

The force behind the door slam caused the car to rock harshly, but that didn’t shake you because—

“He called me by my name…” How long had it been since he’d used your actual name? When did it change? Just now or long before? 

Your hands tighten around the steering wheel. You slumped forward, breath catching in your throat. 

You were trying your best. You really were.

…but maybe you weren’t

Maybe he would have been better off with actual parents, not two young adults who don’t know what a good parent even was. 

Maybe you’re the reason why he’s like this. 

Yes…

You were the problem. 

You decided to stay out of sight for Mother’s Day. Much to Satoru’s chagrin, but he knew not to push you or Megumi, so he let the two of you be.

For now.

Mother’s Day became a simpler affair over the years. A card, flowers or chocolate, and maybe a night out with the family. Slowly, but surely, Mother’s Day was just becoming the second Sunday in May for you again. 

“Sorry for not getting you anything today, mom.” Megumi apologized as he approached you as you were lounging on the couch. 

You waved him off. “It’s fine. You coming home to me every day is enough.” 

He smiled, moving to leave, but you grabbed his wrist. “That doesn’t mean that you don’t have to pay the tax.” 

He groaned, but leaned down regardless. “Why do we still do this…”

“Because I said so.” You gave him a peck on the check. “Now go to your room, and get a good night’s rest, young man.”

He chuckled. “Yes, mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, Megumi.”

What was Mother’s Day without a child?

Today was the second Sunday in May.

Just a day before you lost him.

:)c (even more ominous than usual)

I wonder if we'll see each other again on Father's Day.

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i know you will have a lot of messages about liam's death and won't presume i will be the first or last place you hear about it, but wanted to send a personal note to you specifically.

i followed you on and off when i was in the thick of my 1d fandom. i often do not agree with you as i do not believe many things you do. (but one reason why i appreciate your perspective is that i do think you would endorse me having my own opinions and interrogating those opinions regardless of what someone on the internet says.)

i haven't been on your blog in years. (i got a job i like in public service, and it keeps me busy, so only occasionally do i think about 1d.)

when i saw what happened to liam (who was, for a very long time, my favourite member) i found myself typing in your name.

this morning (my time, a few hours ago), i had spoken at length to my friends about my feelings that i had put so much time and care behind an abuser. (i am a survivor of dv, so that makes it even more painful.)

i also talked about my guilt over still feeling defensive about some aspects of liam's life (particularly the way he was piled on when he was just a little stupid or made jokes people didn't want to understand). i felt guilty for clinging to a belief that he was a good person who experienced addiction and mental health issues and that his story is tragic in so many ways.

(i will never forget how he spoke about drinking excessively for his boss photoshoot, the one where he was in his underwear. that, to me, will always be emblematic of how desperate he was and how sick.)

i'm rambling from the grief, but i thought you would help me make sense of this, and it didn't take much scrolling through a search for liam on your blog for me to find the post about abusers not being cackling evil masterminds.

i think it's really going to help me work through everything i feel. multiple stages and kinds of grief. so i thank you for still being here when so many already left, and i hope you are well, even though i know so many of us are not.

Thanks so much for this anon. It's so lovely that you let me know that you thought of me and shared your thoughts. It's awesome that you like your job and I'm really sorry for the guilt you experienced.

I really appreciate hearing your complex feelings - it helps me make sense of my own.

I had tried to answer honestly when anons had asked me how I was responding to Liam once Maya had described how I treated him. But I'm realising that there was a lot going on that I hadn't really processed. When I talked and thought about my response - I focused on what I was doing - how I was posting what I reblogged and not really my feelings.

I had so much affection for Liam - after Harry and Louis he was the one I responded to the most. The way he would just say things was charming, hilarious, and terrifying at different times (it's where my URL comes from). He was so transparent about wanting to follow the rules and wanting to make everyone happy - and hated when they were impossible individually and also conflicted. And I responded to that both as an observer and as someone else who had that very human reaction (I've been wondering if people who mention his desire to make people happy in their statements are intending to draw the connection between that need and the distress he felt.). My 'Oh Lima' tag - I think reflects the combination of responses I had to him.

That affection withstood a lot. There aren't many people who said they were voting Boris Johnson in the 2019 UK election - where my response was anything but life long range. But what he said was so absurd - and so compatible with the other ridiculous political statements he'd made - all I did is move him down on the list of objectively worst members of 1D and keep tagging things 'Oh Lima'.

I wasn't naieve. I knew there was a high risk that he was hurting people, particularly women he was having sex with. I've said as much at various points. I knew that there's a risk with any men, particularly touring musicians, and particularly people whose coping mechanisms for their distress are destructive.

So I wasn't surprised when Maya described how she'd been treated. I stopped allowing to respond publicly to Liam in that mode. But that didn't resolve or change how I felt. Years of affection, built up through empathy, just sat alongside the knowledge about what he'd done. I think that was a fine response - I had other priorities this year than resolve what I thought about Liam Payne. I think part of my inability to articulate anything immediately after his death was because existing tension.

It's really natural to feel guilty - but I hope you feel like you don't need to. I didn't feel guilty about my reaction to some of the pile ons about Liam. I hated the way that people felt righteous about making fun of everything he did. It matters if someone chases their girlfriend with an axe - it doesn't matter if someone does cringey dancing at the concert - and treating those as the same is incredibly trivialising with violence. I thought the response to him on Logan Paul's podcast was all about people pretending their desire to make fun of people was righteous.

His story was tragic. I knew one of the things that I was observing and responding to was Liam's distress. But that didn't make it easy to reconcile my what I'd seen, and his responses to distress that he'd hidden until recently. Learning to hold the line about the harm people do, and process our connections to them and understanding of their humanity - is an ongoing process for all of us.

I think it's really normal for our response to this to be multi-staged. What it brings up will be different for everyone. I'm still trying to understand what it means for me (I've realised since his death that wanting to keep everyone happy and follow the rules is causing a lot of my stress at work. And I probably identified with Liam more than I knew). I'm so glad you found my tumblr in this moment and that it was useful.

Everything you say here sounds very wise. It is a process. It's OK.

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 2 (dadrry)

Harry tries his best to keep her calm at the studio, but something seems wrong with the baby..

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A chuckle fell from Harry’s lips as he squatted down to the blanket spread out in the floor. The baby was casually eating Cheerios from a small bowl with one hand, while the other clutched a yellow rubber duck. She was given a quick bath this morning after having a diaper mishap, and she just wouldn’t let the duck leave her sight. You were sitting near her, your back against the couch as you kept a close eye on her. The studio floor was clean and there was nothing noticeable that she could grab to put in her mouth, but you still watched her every move. Harry was taking a break from working on a song with Mitch, they happened to be the only two in the studio today. Your baby was wary of strangers and being in a room with a lot of people, so it was a relief to know you wouldn’t have to worry about her becoming anxious. She recognized Mitch enough to ignore him.

“Are those yummy, my love?” He asked with a smile as she extended her hand, her fingertips pinching a cheerio to show him. “Thank you, darling.” He laughed to himself as he took the Cheerio from her and popped it in his mouth.

Her attention shifted back to the rubber duck in her hand. She switched it to the other hand, watching herself move the toy in the air. He admired the way she explored her own little world, it was a sight to see. Harry pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before standing up and walking to the couch. He sat down, his hand gently touching the back of your head.

“Bored to death yet?”

You smiled, leaning your head back to look at him. “No, we’ve been listening to you. Every time you would say baby she’d look around for you.”

He had been going over a song in the singing booth with Mitch, just tossing out verses and trying to arrange the lines how he liked. He had left the door open so that you weren’t completely shut off from him, but he was far enough away to work without being distracted by the baby. She had been content the entire time, playing with her toys and eating her snack.

“That’s cus she’s wondering why Dada is calling someone else his baby, yeah?” Harry said with a grin as her head snapped up from where she had been staring at the duck, her eyes instantly finding him. “That’s my sweet baby, isn’t it?”

She gave him a happy squeal and started shaking the duck in the air, babbling to him. He gave her a nod and a few words of encouragement, always happy to listen to her ramble noises out. You closed the book you had been skimming over after marking the page and sat it down on the floor. You climbed onto the couch next to him, slipping your arm around his neck and pecking his cheek.

“Just a couple more hours.. I just ordered dinner for us.” He said with a sigh, looking over at you with lustful eyes. “We’re definitely going to have some Mommy-Daddy time when we get home.”

You laughed softly, looking at the baby who was still sitting on the floor playing and keeping herself occupied. “Then you better hope someone goes down easily.”

“Uncle Mitch could keep her for the night.” Harry teased as Mitch walked in from the booth, sitting the notebook he had down on the table.

He scoffed. “Please. She’s a cute one, but she cries way too much.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “She only cried that time because she hates being away from us.. or maybe she just doesn’t like you all that much.”

“Hey, if you’d stop spoiling her she’d be willing to stay with us.”

Harry shook his head. “She isn’t spoiled.”

You let out a laugh and patted his stomach. “You’ve spoiled her rotten, honey.”

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “She’s my baby.. of course m’gonna spoil her.”

“Has she said Dada yet?” Mitch asked with a smirk, he knew how irritated that made Harry.

“Not yet. She’s working on it though.” You said with a smile, pressing another kiss to Harry’s jaw. “Someone’s impatient.”

“How old is she?”

“She’ll be ten months next week.” Harry said, suddenly moving his eyes down to his lap where he picked at his thumbnail.

You noticed that he was downcast a bit, which was to be expected. Sometimes he handled the picking fine, and his friends didn’t bother him by what they said. But other times, it was hard for him to deal with everything. Why was it such a bad thing that he spoiled his baby girl? Isn’t that his job, to make sure she’s loved and has every little thing she desires? Of course, he knows Mitch wasn’t mocking him - but now the thought of her not saying his name was on his mind. He loved that little girl so much, and he was disappointed that she hadn’t said his name yet. He wasn’t disappointed in her, no - but in himself. Was he not trying hard enough? Was he not saying it enough around her and encouraging her like he had with Mama? He wasn’t sure of anything.

Mitch excused himself to take a phone call, leaving you alone with Harry. You sighed while raking your fingers through his messy hair.

“Do you want some baby snuggles?”

He smiled gently, shaking his head a little as he rested his hand on your leg. “Wan’ you for a bit.”

You faked a gasp. “Me? Why me?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Always want you, sugar.”

You were aware that he was experiencing some feelings, so you gave his scalp a gentle scratch and just looked at the side of his face for a moment. He was watching the baby, who was still playing with the duck. She was dropping it in the bowl of Cheerios, then picking it up. She was entertaining himself and Harry just softly smiled as he watched.

“You’re a great daddy.” You whispered, flicking your eyes to the baby.

“M’okay, I guess.”

“You’re doing everything fine.. she’ll say your name when she’s ready.” You reminded him, again kissing his cheek.

He sighed, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “What if she doesn’t want to?”

“Babe, she’s got to learn how to make new sounds.. she can’t do it magically.“

Harry looked down at his thighs again, feeling a knot in his stomach. He feared he wasn’t doing something right. What if he was supposed to spend more time talking to her and repeating sounds? What if she was tired of him pestering her? He was in his head about it constantly, but right now everything seemed to stir up at once.

You took a deep breath and decided to move onto his lap. He welcomed you with a kiss to your lips, his arms going around you. Your fingers twisted in his hair, practically holding his head up.

“Please don’t be worried about this, Harry. She’s not even a year old yet.. she’s got plenty of time to learn.”

He huffed. “What if m’not teaching her enough? Like.. like saying it enough so she’s hearing it?”

“Honey, you’re doing everything right. We both say it all the time.. she knows who her Dada is.” You pressed your hand to his jaw, rubbing his skin softly with your thumb. “She’s just a little baby, yeah? She’s trying her best.”

He frowned. “I know she’s doing her best. She’s so smart.. i just.. m’not blaming her. It’s me.”

“It’s not you, babe.“

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He shook his head, trying to turn his head away but you didn’t let him.

“Harry.”

“Please, baby. Please.”

You licked your lips, eyes staring into his. It was clear that he was bothered by everything, and he was silently pleading to move on. So, you opted to change the subject.

“Do you really want to have Mommy-Daddy time tonight?”

He smirked. “Of course.. I always want Mommy-Daddy time.”

You smiled back. “I know.. just can’t resist me, hm?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling at you. “Can say the same about you, baby.”

“How’s the song going? It sounds really good.”

He pursed his lips. “I dunno. It’s alright, I guess.”

“I like it, someone else seemed to be intrigued by it.”

He smiled at the mention of the baby. “My two biggest fans, hm?”

“Don’t forget Mitch.” You laughed softly, making him grin.

“Ma ma ma ma.”

Harry grinned as the baby started to talk. You looked back at her and cheerfully gasped as you saw her looking your way. She had moved onto her hands and knees, gently rocking back and forth. She is still tackling the challenge of crawling, but she was getting much better. Sometimes she was scared, but she tried so hard.

“Look, Dada! We’re on the move.”

“C’mere, baby doll.” Harry said with a smile, excited to see her pick her hand up and move forward, one movement at time.

She looked down at the floor, moving her other hand along with her knee. She seemed interested in trying to crawl towards the couch, but she also appeared to be a little hesitant.

“You’re doing so well, my baby.” Harry said, grabbing her attention.

She looked up and gave him a big smile, squealing to herself as she started crawling a little faster. You got off Harry’s lap and squatted down on the floor, holding your hands out to her.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl!”

Harry couldn’t stop smiling as he watched her crawl the distance to you. She had her target, and it was you. She had the biggest grin on her face as she finally reached you, grabbing your thighs to push herself up. You picked her up and smushed a kiss to her cheek.

“Good job, darling!”

Harry gave her a happy smile as you sat down on the couch, placing her on your lap facing him.

“Dada loves you, baby girl. You’re the smartest girl in the whole world, yeah?”

She squealed and immediately leaned forward, reaching for him. He took her in his hands and stood her up on his lap. She began bouncing, her knees moving quickly as she started babbling, her fingers stuck in her mouth.

“Aw, poor thing.” He sighed as he saw how red her knees were from the crawling. “Should’ve put some pants on you.”

“She’ll be okay, Dada.” You reached over to rub your fingertips against her knees, making sure there were rashes forming or scratches on her skin. “Just a bit red.”

“Ma ma ma ma ma.”

Harry smiled. “Da da da da.”

She made a little squeak again, bouncing faster as she pulled her hand from her mouth, it was covered in drool.

“Da da da da.” He repeated, trying to encourage her.

“Ma ma ma.” She replied, reaching for Harry. “Babababa.”

“Yeah, you’re talking up a storm, sweet girl.” He said with a smile as he brought her to his chest, letting her grab his shoulder and fist her hand in his shirt. “Want loves, baby girl?”

She rested her forehead against his cheek, her wet hand grabbing his face. You laughed to yourself as he made a face at the drool being smeared on him.

“Who’s this, lovey? Is this Dada.” You said, tapping her arm to get her attention. She picked her head up and looked at you. “Is this your Dada?”

She looked back at Harry, grinning as big as she could. But she still didn’t give in to your efforts.

-

It had been half an hour since Mitch came back from his break and they started working again. You were sitting on the couch, somewhat occupied with a game on your phone while keeping an eye on the baby. She was laying in the floor, kicking her legs up in the air and playing with her own fingers. She had a couple of toys around her but she wasn’t interested. Harry hadn’t started singing yet, they were messing with some instruments and experimenting with sound.

But the second he started to sing, just practicing how the lyrics would sound, the baby snapped her eyes towards the room. You watched her roll over onto her belly and push herself up. You smiled as she froze, eyes staring at the doorway. Harry suddenly sang the word baby, which made her perk up even more. He stopped for a second, then re-sung the word. You chuckled softly as she started crawling towards the open door. He was trying out different notes, trying to determine which was the best. He started back over from the beginning when he found what he liked.

Watching the baby go straight towards him made your heart melt. She passed the doorframe, crawling as quick as she could. Harry suddenly stopped singing and you heard him laughing.

“Hi, baby girl.” He scooped her off the ground and cradled her like a newborn, making her grin and giggle at him. “Crashing our session, hm? You’re the cutest.”

“Maybe she can give us some backing vocals.” Mitch said, making Harry laugh.

“She’s better than you, eh?”

Despite knowing Harry adores the baby, you got up from the couch to go and get her. He needed to finish this stuff tonight, and she would only prolong the process. When you walked in, Harry gave you a smile and quickly kissed her forehead.

“Gotta sit with Mama for a bit, okay? Dada will come get you soon, baby.” He told her, kissing her cheek before handing her to you.

She whined, turning her head back to Harry, hands reaching out for him. You sighed, knowing this would probably lead to a breakdown.

“C’mon, sugar plum. We’ll go watch something on Mama’s phone.”

The second she realized Harry wasn’t going to get her, she started tearing up. Harry frowned, closing the small space you shared. He rested his hand on her back, his lips against her temple.

“Don’t be sad, my darling. Dada’s going to be done soon. I love you bunches, my little angel.”

You felt your heart drop as she started to cry, trying her best to fight your hold. Harry gave you an apologetic look and kissed her cheek again, making sure she felt his attention and affection.

“I’ll shut the door.” He mumbled to you.

“She’s probably hungry.. I’ll feed her.”

“Bottle or nurse her?”

You glanced at Mitch. “Bottle I guess.”

He sighed. “She gets sleepier when you nurse her.. I’ve got a blanket in there you can cover with.”

You gave him a nod. “Okay, love you. Don’t worry about her.”

“Love you, too.” He quickly kissed your lips and moved back to the baby, rubbing her back for a moment. “Be good for Mama.”

She was not happy about being taken out of the room, but you had to do it. You shut the door and let out a heavy sigh. At home, she usually doesn’t get like this. That’s probably because Harry is always around, and she’s never denied of him. This is partially why you didn’t want to come with him tonight.

You grabbed the blanket off the chair in the corner and went to the couch. You had her bag beside you as she sat in your lap, tears still streaming down her cheeks. You took out her favorite blanket and a burping cloth to put over your shoulder. Thankfully, you knew Mitch would be respectful when it came to you breastfeeding. He always asks Harry if you’re covered before he walks in a room or near you if you’re nursing. So, even though you had the blanket you figured you wouldn’t need it.

You sat the baby down on the floor to quickly unclasp your bra and slide it down. You laid it in her diaper bag and rolled up your shirt, making sure only one breast was exposed. You picked her back up and adjusted her so she could latch. Even though she was fussy, she was hungry and wanted to nurse. You exhaled as you relaxed against the arm of the couch, so glad she was easily satisfied. After about ten minutes, your phone buzzed beside you.

from Harry: how’s she doing?

to Harry: She’s better. she’ll be asleep soon

from Harry: good, I’ll be done in a little bit xx

You didn’t reply, instead you moved the baby to your other breast, knowing she needed to take a quick break. She whined, but latched on again. You nurses her until she had gotten enough. She was then laying in your arms, eyes slowly fluttering open to fight her sleep. This went on for a few minutes.

Everything was going smoothly, until Harry began to sing again. This got her attention right away. She was so close to being asleep, but of course something had to ruin that. You sighed as she wiggled around in your arms, trying to sit up. You placed her on your lap, facing the doorway. She was reaching out towards the door, knowing to person she wanted right now was in there. You rubbed her belly, trying to calm her as she whined.

“Daddy’s working, baby. You can’t be in there messing with him right now, sugarplum.” You pressed a kiss to her head, but she didn’t care.

She was not used to being deprived of him for so long, and having him pop in for only a few minutes at a time was torture to her. You shook your head in disbelief as she started to cry, tears flooding down her face as if she’d hurt herself bad. It was going to be difficult to get her to stop - especially without Harry’s assistance.

“Sweetie, please, calm down. Dada’s going to be out in a little while, then you can have him all to yourself.” Your words were not convincing in any way.

Before you could even take a break, she started to scream. It appeared like she was truly hurting or in immense distress, but you just couldn’t believe it. She’s never acted this way before. You started bouncing your thigh, hoping to soothe her but it didn’t work at all. You were worried that Harry would be upset if he got disturbed again, because he needed to finish this stuff tonight. He had no time to waste anymore.

Just as you were about to turn her around and hold her against your chest, the door opened and Harry rushed over to you, his brows dropped low and a worried expression over his face.

“What happened! Is she okay!” He said frantically, grabbing her from your lap without a second of hesitation.

You watched in disbelief as he pressed her against his chest, her head on his shoulder and started to sway from side to side, his big hand rubbing circles in her back. She was crying, but no longer screaming her lungs out.

“Did she fall? Did-did something happen?” He asked you, afraid to know the answer.

You sighed softly. “No, she just started.. screaming.”

“What?” He looked confused. He leaned his head to get a better look at her. Her face was red and her eyes were strained from the tears. “Baby girl, what’s the matter?”

The second she heard that word she perked up. Her head came up and she turned towards him, hands grabbing onto his neck and ear, wanting to keep him there forever. He frowned as he realized what was happening. He sat down beside you, sighing heavily. The baby was still against his chest, fingers digging into his skin.

“She heard you.. and went.. wild.” You said, patting his thigh.

He shook his head. “What’s gotten into her? She’s.. she’s not usually like this.”

“I guess she just misses her Daddy.”

Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve been with her all afternoon. Maybe she’s in the clingy stage.. don’t they get one of those?”

You smiled, slipping your arm around his shoulders as you moved to sit on your legs. “She’s always going to be clingy, honey. I think she really just misses you. She was fine while she nursed.. was almost asleep.”

He pushed out a deep breath and looked at her cute face, always so in awe of the little human he made with you. His heart sparked as she gave him a pout of her lips, whining softly as she leaned her forehead against his cheek.

“My sweet girl.. y’know Dada has to work. If you be good for a little bitty bit longer, I promise I’ll cuddle you for hours tonight.”

His words did not matter to her. She let out a gentle grunt and fisted her hand in his shirt, holding on as if she knew he was about to leave her again.

“Honey, I dunno if she’ll be able to manage being away from you right now.” You admitted with a slight frown. “Do you have to finish the stuff tonight?”

“Yeah.. I’m on a tight schedule and today was the last day to work on this stuff.”

Harry’s eyes found yours for a moment and you gave him a smile, wishing you could fix it or make things easier. He lifted the corner of his mouth, not wanting to move from his seat at all.

“Do you think she’ll be good if she’s with you?” You ask in a soft voice, your thumb rubbing over the fabric of his pants.

He shifted his eyes back to her. She was sitting up now, hands messing with each other but she stared at Harry’s face, waiting for his attention.

“M’sure she would.” He said. “Do you care if I take her?”

You chuckled. “Not at all, babe.”

He took a deep breath and stood from the couch, securing his hold on the baby before moving.

“Well, I guess you can stay with me for a bit, bug.” He smiled, kissing her cheek a few times as he walked towards the door. “Dada’s almost done.”

“Ma ma ma.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard her. Harry sighed and gave her a laugh. He squatted down to grab the rubber duck from the floor so she can occupy her attention.

“Always Mama, hm?”

She took the duck from his hand and started gently hitting it against his neck. He grunted, trying to resist a smile but he just couldn’t. Everything she did amused and amazed him.

When he shut the door, you were unsure of what to expect. Usually, she’s a good baby and she doesn’t cause much chaos. This evening wasn’t too out of the ordinary. She loves Harry’s attention, so it didn’t surprise you that she was behaving that way. You hoped she’ll be good for him so he can finish quickly and you can go home.

“Our backup singer has returned.” Mitch said with a smile as he opened the notebook he had been holding and returned to the page of song lyrics. “Did she get hurt?”

“No, she’s just being a bit fussy.” Harry said just as she reached for his hair, tangling her fingers in it. “Maybe she’ll be good. No promises.”

Mitch was strumming a few chords on his guitar as Harry read over the spot they stopped on. He had jotted a few things down that he wanted to review before giving the verse another go. There was no serious recording going on, just messing around with lyrics and notes.

Things went well for about five whole minutes. The baby had been holding his hair in one hand and the duck in the other, her eyes peering down at the paper Harry was skimming his fingertip over. She wasn’t keen on the fact his hand wasn’t touching her. She whined a little, releasing his hair so she could grab his mouth. He smiled, shaking his head lightly as he tried to read. If he were at home, he would have no issue with this. But right now, he was trying to work.

“Honeybun, don’t pull Dada’s lip, yeah? Be sweet, please.” He said as he carefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm down.

When she whined louder than before, he looked at her to make sure she was okay. She seemed angry, her brows were dropped and her mouth was in a frown. He pressed a few kisses to her forehead.

“I thought you told Mama you’d be good, hm?”

Just as he was about to reward her with another peck, she began waving the duck in the air so hard that when she dropped it, it practically flew onto the floor. Harry gave her a concerned look.

“Angel, please, don’t throw him, yeah? Might hurt him.”

A whine left her mouth as he picked it up from the floor. He offered her the duck, but she slapped at his hand and turned her head away.

“Lovey, what’s the matter?” He mumbled to her, turning away from Mitch.

He looked over her face, trying to read her expression but she just seemed frustrated and bothered. There wasn’t any other obvious things going on.

“My precious baby.” He sighed softly. Her eyes moved to find his, tears swelling in them. “I wish you could tell Dada what’s going on.”

Her bottom lip rolled out as tears slipped down her cheeks. She wasn’t loud, though, not a sound coming from her. She just stared at him, eyes watered over and her lip shaking.

“Something’s wrong, innit?” He said in light voice, reaching up to wipe this thumb over her red cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby. I dunno what to do.”

Her head fell onto his shoulder, arms tucked by her sides. He held his hand against her back, and without saying a word, left the room once again. Your head lifted as you heard the door open. Your brows dropped the instant you saw them.

“What’s the matter?”

Harry looked defeated and somewhat afraid. “I.. I don’t know. I think something’s wrong..”

(a/n: I didn’t want this to be too long so I ended it here, do you want a part 3?)

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