#already made this my phone home screen teehee

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sidney commission i got from @marbleboa!! (their commission info is here!) thank you again for this, it turned out amazing! he looks soooo so incredible 💞💞😭 can't get over how cool his hair looks

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𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 & 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: (ANON) Ohhhhh I want to send in something too! 😍 sorry for another Bucky one but he stole my heart. So he’s your boyfriend and you��re just a normal civilian but you barely saw each other lately (missions, your annoying office job), so he decides to surprise you. He sneaks into your apartment and prepares a pillow fort, makes your favorite dinner and all and when you come home it’s all just fluffy and you cuddle and enjoy your time together? 🤗 and if you liiiike maybe a little proposal 🤭 thank you so much

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: super fluffy smut, like ew lmao, pillow fort sex,

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: timeline’s fucked teehee; whew, man i’m so scatter-brianed right now y’all i’m so sorry for being so crazy thanks for baring with me yall love you lots, my little bugs xx

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You walked through your apartment door huffing in frustration. Today at work was very annoying. You applied for the position of Chief Operating Officer; it’s basically the overseer of the company, you would essentially make sure everything’s in visual working order. You felt confident in the position and you showed integrity and potential to really excel in the job. 

However, on your way home passing the parking lot to get to your car on this fine Friday evening, you noticed a little commotion going on in your boss’s car. The CEO. Let’s just say you figured out why he’s been so lenient to your competitor. 

You threw your purse on the couch and kicked your shoes off. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a nice cold bottle of water. You went back into the living room after turning the light on and sat comfortably on the couch. 

You pulled your phone out and decided to call Bucky. He was probably super busy on his mission but you gave it a shot anyway. You let the phone ring but no pick up. You sighed but sent a message saying how much you loved him and miss him. You and Bucky had been together for years. You had been through everything together. 

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky sat adorably underneath his makeshift fort that he created in the middle of your bedroom anxiously waiting for your arrival. He heard you walk through the front door and became super antsy and excited. Practically squirming like a child under his makeshift pillow fort.

When you didn’t come into the bedroom, he grew a bit worried. His phone suddenly rang loudly and he muted his phone lightning fast. He paused for a second waiting to see if maybe you heard it before he declined your call. Not long after he got your message and his heart ached for you. He loved you so much he couldn’t even put it into words.

You shifted on the couch again ready to turn the television on to distract you from all the craziness in your life so far. 

“Why didn’t you come to the room?” Bucky said, coming out from the darkness.

“Buck!” you gasped in fright. There was a brief moment where you two stared at each other motionless before you smiled and started giggling as did Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed. 

“I have a surprise for you baby,” he led you to the bedroom. When you opened the door wider your mouth dropped in awe at the gesture before your eyes. 

“Is that a fort?” you smiled.

“Yeah, come on,” Bucky pulled you underneath.

There were blankets and pillows under a large white sheet with hanging lights. He pulled a small basket filled with snacks and candy and your smile grew wider. You cuddled under the blankets and you pulled out your laptop to watch movies together. 

During the movie Bucky’s hand wandered under your shirt and as hard you tried to focus on the movie, you just couldn’t think about anything but his warm fingers tracing your skin. You peaked up at him and Bucky’s eyes were trained on the screen in front of you.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and you could tell Bucky smiled at the gesture.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

You hiked your leg over his waist to lay entire on top of him. Bucky chuckled and rested his hands on top of your hips. You just gave him a cheeky smile biting your bottom lip while you played with his hair.

“What is it baby?” he asked you.

“Nothing; work’s been kinda rough,” you said.

“How come?” he asked, making you huff and sigh loudly; he chuckled as he prepared himself for your upcoming rant.

“Well, I applied for the COO position because I really enjoy working for the company and the owner is very friendly and the environment is great. I thought I was gonna get a fair chance to get the position; I feel like I really have the skills for what it takes to help run this company. But I noticed that the CEO, the owner’s kid, seems to be very adamant about hiring Jess,” you explained.

“Jess? She doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to be Chief Operating Officer,” he chuckled.

Although Jess was somewhat intelligent, not in an insulting way, she’s made it clear to many coworkers that she doesn’t enjoy her job too much. So it was surprising to hear when she applied to compete for the position as well despite the previous complaints. Well now considering why she did it in the first place, you applaud her ambition. After all, all chiefs were expected to work alongside and closely to each other. 

“She’d get to and is practically already ‘working’ with Daniel,” Daniel being the CEO’s name.

“No,” Bucky gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” you chuckled.

“Oh, well. That doesn’t seem too fair.”

“Well, no, but I don’t know. I mean she has every right to date our boss; I just wish his decision wasn’t being affected by that, you know?” you said.

“I totally get it,” he cupped your face, “You’re gonna get the job, baby. I just know it.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky kissed you gently and your body relaxed onto him. His hand trailed up your shirt and sent chills down your spine. The hand that rested lightly on your face wrapped around your neck as Bucky slowly flipped you over and towered over you. 

He kept kissing you softly and your hands sneaked under his shirt, your finger tracing the contours of his muscular torso. His hips settled between your legs and you could feel his prominent bulge poking at your core even through the thick material of his jeans and your pants as well. 

Bucky released your lips and traced his nose along the curve of your jaw line and down your neck. He licked and sucked gently on the spot that made you gasp and moan and marked you leaving a dark purple and red hickey for you. 

His hand went under your shirt as well but ultimately just pushed it up and over your head tossing it behind him as you two were still laying under the fort. His lips pressed against your chest before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circled the perked bud before sucking and releasing your nipple with a lewd pop. 

He kissed you down before coming in between your thighs and curled his fingers over your pants pulling them down when you lifted your hips for him. He didn’t ignore the wetness that was spread around your pussy, bringing a finger to circle your hole. 

You hips wiggled and your walls clenched around nothing, desperate for him to insert a finger and fuck you. You looked down at him with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth; your expression silently begging Bucky to do something. He smirked devilishly and leaned down to lick your clit ever so lightly making you groan in frustration and need. 

“Bucky please,” you whimpered.

“Please what baby?” he whispered.

“Bucky, please do something, anything.”

“You gotta tell me exactly what you need baby,” he taunted.

“Bucky, use your fingers please; fuck me.”

He pushed a flesh finger passed your folds but you didn’t want that.

“Not those, please,” you whispered timidly.

“Oh, you want my metal fingers? Is that right?” you nodded shyly.

“Words,” he commanded.

“Yes, I want your metal ones,” you said shakily.

“As you wish, my love.”

He moved his flesh fingers and spread your folds before bringing his metal finger up to your entrance. When you pushed in, you hissed at the cold feeling of them inside you but you loved it. Bucky leaned forward again to lick your clit and made your hips jolt against him, making him chuckle at the reaction he pulled from you. 

“Oh, Bucky, that feels so good,” you moaned.

“You're doing so good baby. Taking my metal finger so well. Think we can add another?” he kissed your inner thighs.

“Ugh, yes!”

“Good girl.”

He brought another finger and inserted easily slipped passed your folds as did the first finger. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked making you practically scream in pleasure. You breathed heavily whining as you got close to your release. Bucky’s tongue circled your clit again quickly this time as he could tell you were very close from the way you clenched and throbbed around his fingers. 

“Buck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Let go, pretty baby. I want to see you gush all over my fingers,” he said, his voice raspy.

You moaned as your legs shook; your stomach contracting as you came. Bucky lapped up everything that flowed from you and crawled out the small fort to strip completely crawling back in with a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered.

“You are too,” you said tiredly with a smile.

“No you,” he challenged.

“No, you!” you giggled.

“I fucking you so much,” he smiled widely from ear to ear.

“I love you too,” you teared up.

“I don't know what I’d do without you,” you whispered.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ll never need to know.”

Bucky’s hard dick poked at your entrance and you were both eager to please each other. You lined his cock and slowly Bucky pushed himself in pulling moans from you both simultaneously.  His hips molded against yours like a perfect puzzle piece as he bottomed out.

You tugged on his shoulders silently asking him to move. He moved at a swift pace, his hips slapping against yours making indecent and almost pornographic sounds that echoed in your apartment. Your moans didn’t help to diminish the filthy noises.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna let everyone in this building know whose fucking you this good? Let ‘em know how good you're taking my cock? Such a good girl,” he whispered vulgarly in your ear.

“Fuck, Bucky,” your eyes were screwed shut and you knew how Bucky got when you didn’t look at him during sex.

“Hey, look at me,” he growled.

“I can’t,” you cried, tears crawling from your tightly shut eyes.

“Come on, I thought you were my good girl? You still gonna be my good girl?” he said.

“Yes! I’m your good girl, fuck!” you opened your eyes and Bucky’s forehead fell against yours.

“Tell me how you feel baby girl. I wanna hear ya keep talking to me,” he panted.

“Fuck, it feels so good. You fill me up so fucking good, baby,” you whined.

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yes! I’m gonna come, shit,” you moaned loudly.

“Go on, let go baby. I got you,” Bucky said.

His thrusts became faster chasing both your releases and soon you body shook under his caging arms. His hips stuttered and spurts of hot cum coated your velvety walls. Bucky collapsed over you and both of your heavy breathing slowed. He looked at you and found you smiling sleepily with drowsy eyes and he knew he had to clean you up before you fully fell asleep. 

“Come on, baby we gotta get you cleaned up.”

“No, I’m sleepy,” you whined.

“I know but you’re sweaty and you’ve my cum dripping out of you.”

“So?” you said with your eyes closed making Bucky chuckle. He grabbed your ankles and pulled out of the fort and picked you up to set on the bathroom counter. He turned on the bath and when it was steamy and ready he picked you up and carefully sat in the tub. He washed your hair first and climbed in the tub sitting behind you. 

He quickly washed his body before taking the washcloth full of soap and lathered it against your warm skin. He cleaned your body not without a bit of teasing, moving delicately over your nipples and drawing out between your thighs. You tried your best to not squirm but ultimately jolted when he applied the smallest bit of pressure around your core. 

When you finished you dried yourself off before heading back into your room crawling under the fort that thankfully stayed intact. 

“Can we sleep here tonight?” you asked shyly.

“You liked it?” he smiled.

You nodded gingerly with a grin, reaching out to him with grabby hands desperate for him to join you. He got comfortable letting your arm rest gently on his chest and your head on his shoulder. Your leg wrapped around his and tangled themselves. Bucky smiled to himself knowing you were probably already asleep now. 

He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face and pressed small kisses to the top of your head and your forehead. He reached behind him under the pillow surprised you hadn’t found the small velvet box hiding between them. 

He pulled out a beautiful ring that he was planning on giving to you whilst you were awake. Preferably when you would have walked into the bedroom with a beautiful surprise look on your stunning face. He got distracted when you pulled out your laptop and he just basked in the time and attention he was getting from you. 

He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on your delicate finger. He knows you’re going to say yes. He loves you so much and he knows you love him just as much. There was no hesitation that he wanted to propose to you; spend the rest of his life with you, it was a dream come true. 

He couldn't wait until morning when you’d wake up as gorgeous as you always do beside him and notice the ring. He could hear your squeals already. He held you tightly and closed his eyes feeling the happiest he’s ever been in years. You made his life better and he loved you forever for that. Anticipating the next morning, he fell into a peaceful sleep with you, the love of his life, tuck perfectly in his arms.

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Touchstarved oneshot #1

touchstarved: a series in which your mans need love

(🏷️) Character: Katsuki Bakugo (⚠️)  warning(s): swearing~ fluffy katsuki teehee (🔖)  word count: 942 (💌)  note from Yami: <3

part 1 (here) | part 2 | part 3 | more on the way :)

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You lazily swung open the door to your dorm, exhausted after a long day filled with boring classes and training. You flopped on your bed and let out a sigh, your sore and tired body indulging in the soft texture of your bedsheets. You take a look at your phone; no notifications, no texts, no calls, nothing. You wanted to call your boyfriend, but he was probably tired too, more than you even. You lied on your back, thinking of something to wake you up a bit, you still had homework to do, afterall. An idea popped in your head; why not some selfcare? Washing of the face and maybe a cool shower would do you some good! You decided to have a shower then continue your selfcare from there. How fun! You took off your uniform and headed to your bathroom without hesitation, the only thought in your head being a relaxing shower 

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After your delightful shower you got out feeling refreshed, you couldn't wait for your mini selfcare session. You changed into your favorite shorts and a black skull shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend. It hung over you thighs, just the way you liked it. You took a whiff of the shirt; caramel. Oh how you adored the smell of your boyfriend, so sweet! It made you wanna keep anything and everything that belonged to him forever, just to indulge in that same scent. 

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You sat on your bed and checked your phone again; still nothing. You thought of inviting some of the girls to do selfcare with you, but you shook that idea out of your head pretty fast. This was your time. You got up and went back over to your bathroom. You took out all your face masks and laid them out on your bed, trying to decide which one you wanted to use. You picked up a bright pink one Mina had gifted you; strawberry. Nah~ you put it down and looked at another one that caught your eye; it was a lavender colour with small sparkles in it. It looked quite authentic, and if you were being honest, a little expensive. “Momo…..” you thought as you picked it up, only to see she had bought you five. You let out a sigh as you inspected it; lavender scent, just as you expected. it looked so pretty and would definitely shine even more in the sunlight. You put one of the lavender masks aside and put away all the other ones, saving them for another time you needed to relax. 

You grabbed your silicone face mask brush and got a headband to push your hair back. You were about to put the mask on when you heard an aggressive knock at your door. You let out an annoyed sigh as you placed your stuff on the bed and went to open the door. You opened the door to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, looking at you with irritation “oh, katsuki!” you smiled as you tugged him by his wrist to come inside “don't katsuki me, dammit” he said, as he pulled his hand away from yours “you have been home for an hour, yet you haven't come to cuddle me. It's pissing me off~” he said. You had gotten used to his aggressive ways of demanding love, so you just smiled, your mini selfcare time being the last thing you were thinking about “so, what did you come for?” you teased, as you crossed your arms across you chest “i want my fucking cuddles!” he demanded, as he threw you over his shoulder “hey!” you yelped, as you pounded on his back. He ignored you and sat on the bed, placing you on his lap. “Hmph” he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you, when an idea came to mind 

“hey katsuki!” 

“what?” he aggressively answered, tightening his grip on you 

“wanna do facemasks with me? I have extras.” 

“hah??” you wiggled out of his grasp and went to grab an extra face mask and headband for him.

“The fuck is this?” 

“selfcare!” you exclaimed, as you put a headband on him. “This is stupid.” “Well you're allowing me to do it so…”

“Shut your trap.” you could tell he just wanted to be with you, therefore he was willing to do face masks with you. You took out your silicone tool and started to spread the face mask against bakugo’s already perfect skin 

“wow, you skin is so clear! You don't need this!” 

“whatever, i'll just do it anyway.” 

“you like it?” 

“NO! You already started spreading this shit on me, might as well finish.” he scoffed, but you knew better. You finished up his mask and admired how pretty it was on his skin. You got out a mirror and started yours, excited to be doing this with bakugo. 

“How long do i have to keep this on?” 

“30 minutes.” 

“HAH!?” 

“I said 30 minutes.” 

“I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!” you finished your mask and set down you mirror. You tried to think of something the two of you could do until it was time to take it off “how about a movie?”  “whatever.” you put  on a movie for the two of you to watch, then settled in bakugo’s lap, knowing he still wanted to cuddle. He let out a sigh of relief as the movie started, your eyes already glued to the screen. “I love you.” he mumbled almost too quiet to hear “i love you too, suki” you could feel a smile form on his features, as he managed to pull you closer to him.

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that would be enough ; oikawa x reader

A/N: part 1 & part 2! this is the end of this fic BUT i have an ushijima one that ties into this bc it’s in the same universe so stay tuned for that teehee. i hope you all like this pain as much as i did! also this is on my ao3 now!

summary:  “i know I don't deserve you, but hear me out -- that would be enough”. “you hold your child as tight as you can, and push away the unimaginable.”

word count: 2.1k

tags for this series (just ask if you’d like to be added onto the normal taglist for all fics/etc as well!): @captainofmanyfandoms @plantisnotplant @steggy4ever @rienin

normal tags (lomls): @over5feettall @janellion @moonnddust @lavieenblancetnoir 

III. the unimaginable 

Oikawa doesn’t tell her. Not for a while, anyway -- he lets himself soak in his guilt for a bit, beating himself up about it every day. 

Despite this, it happens again. And again. It goes on for nearly a year. Nights are blurred and Oikawa doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore -- he’s numb, he misses his wife so, so much, and the girl was threatening to tell the press if he didn’t keep up with it, keep up with her. 

Iwaizumi comes to one of his games in California, and that’s when Oikawa confesses. Iwaizumi can tell his friend isn’t being himself, that his charming smile and giggly remarks are all for show. Oikawa breaks down in Iwaizumi’s arms, little choked sobs escaping him, tears flowing down his face (he’s drunk, but that’s how it’s been for a long time), “Iwa--Iwa-chan, I didn’t mean to. I never wanted this to happen, I never thought I’d be this guy, but -- b-but I did, and she’s gonna leave me if she finds out, I know she’s gonna leave, she’ll take S-sato, and--” at that very moment Oikawa’s phone starts vibrating, his love’s name flashing across the screen complete with a picture of her holding his beautiful baby boy. 

Oikawa looks up at Iwaizumi like a deer caught in headlights and his friend sighs, waving him off as a signal to go sit somewhere else while he answers the phone, “Y/N! Yeah, it’s Iwa -- I’d put you on the phone with Oikawa but the fucker’s drunk and is blowing chunks into the hotel toilet right now, so I’ll have him call you later, okay?” Oikawa hears a faint laugh come from the other side of the phone and he sobs into his shirt sleeve, biting down so he couldn’t be heard. 

Once Iwaizumi hangs up the phone he drags Oikawa from the other side of the room to sit on the couch with him, cradling his dumbass best friend in his arms while the broken man continues to cry, “You know, Shittykawa, I didn’t think you’d fuck this one up. I really didn’t.” 

Oikawa pays no mind to the mean words, because he can’t remember the last time Iwaizumi actually held him like this, and he knows his best friend is more of a man of action rather than words. No matter what he’s saying, Oikawa knows he cares. 

“I didn’t -- I didn’t think I would either. I love her, Iwa, I love her so --” hiccup, “ -- much. I love our family, I don’t -- god, I fucked up.”

They stay like that on the hotel couch for much of the night, until Oikawa falls asleep in Iwaizumi’s arms and the man takes his best friend to bed, covering him. He looks down at his best friend, a shell of what he was before, and just gives a little sigh. Iwaizumi really thought Oikawa’s self-destructive nature wouldn’t catch up to him this time; he was stupid for that, in retrospect. It wasn’t a matter of if Oikawa would ruin things for himself, it was when. 

Oikawa, at the urging of Iwaizumi, decides to confess to his wife in person, when he flies back from California the next day -- he doesn’t want her to hear from the press before her own husband.

Sadly, things don’t always work out as planned.

The woman decided to go to the press anyway, figuring the money she could make off of selling the story was better than any sex Oikawa could give her.

That’s why when Oikawa comes home, he’s bombarded by press as soon as he gets off the plane; he has to fight to get to his cab, and the tears are already free flowing. He’s fucked, he’s so fucked, and all he can do right now is wait and stare at his phone and wonder why Y/N hasn’t called him yelling yet. He finds out why when he gets home.

His stuff is stacked neatly in a pile in the front room. Oikawa’s heart drops when he notices, knowing he’s done for. Y/N emerges from the hallway when she hears the door open, an almost too calm expression on her face.

“Tooru.” Her tone is biting, the small smile plastered on her face unnerving, “I just put Sato to bed, I didn’t want him to be awake right now. He took his first steps today, did you know that?” She asks, aimlessly folding Oikawa’s clothes, adding them to the pile. 

“Oh--” She stops for a second, laughing softly to herself, “Of course you didn’t. I almost sent the video, but right as I was going to I got a call from Yui -- she asked me if I had heard yet. I was so confused, I asked her what she meant, and when I heard, well -- god, you couldn’t believe my reaction! I didn’t believe it. My husband, my beautiful, loving husband who assured me, who promised me he would never be unfaithful could never do that.” 

Oikawa gulps, trying to maintain some form of dignity and not break down sobbing in their front room. He can hear the shake in her voice, hear how she’s barely keeping it together, and all he wants is to hug her and tell her everything will be okay. But he can’t, because he’s the one who made it not okay in the first place. 

He sees a tear fall from the side of her eye as she keeps talking, fake smile still in place, “But god, I was wrong! How insane is that! The one thing I had in life that I thought would be perfect is just gone now! How do I tell my son that his father was a backstabbing cheater? A liar? Someone who would fuck some random girl one night then facetime me that morning to “see our baby boy” like nothing happened?” Ouch, okay, that one hurt. “Of course I can’t tell him that, I can’t, but how the fuck am I supposed to explain to him he doesn’t have a father figure in his life? How am I supposed to explain to him that, no, we can’t be a normal family, because I hate his father and seeing him makes me relive all the shit he put me through?” There’s the confirmation. The confirmation that she’s gone, that maybe it’s not official yet but it will be as soon as possible. 

“Actually, I probably won’t even have to tell him! The press will probably do that too, let him know his dad is a cheater before I could even tell him why we had to leave in the first place,” Her tears are falling freely now, poison lacing her words and the most pained, angry expression Oikawa thinks he’s ever seen on her face.

The scene isn’t pretty. They somehow don’t wake the baby up with their yelling, not even when Oikawa falls to his knees and sobs, begs for her back, says he fucked up, he didn’t mean it, he just missed her, he loves her so much, he loves their son so much. This falls on deaf ears, though, and they’ve both run their voices ragged when she speaks through her tears, voice hoarse from all of her yelling, “No, Tooru. If you loved me, if you loved Sato -- if you had any fucking regard for this family, you wouldn’t have done what you did. I don’t care how much alcohol you had, I don’t care how much you fucking missed me. Bottom line is, if you fucking cared about being a good husband, even a good father, you wouldn’t have broken this family apart like you did. Now you have to pay the consequences. I’m not going to raise my son in an environment I know will be unhealthy.”

The divorce process is arduous, drawn out, covered by the press in the worst way. Oikawa ends up getting joint custody, and for the first few years, things are fine. But then Sato goes to school, and his friends ask him why his father cheated on his mom, and he goes home crying, asking Y/N why she didn’t tell him, why they’re being so mean about daddy like that. Y/N can’t lie to him, she never could, but she tries protecting Oikawa’s reputation with his son as much as she can -- she might hate the man, but she doesn’t want his son to grow up with that resentment in his heart. 

It doesn’t work, though, because Sato can see the pained look in his mother’s eyes when she talks about his father. He hears her cry at night, either by herself or on the phone with her best friend, because being a single mother is so hard, because she wanted to have a huge family with him. She wanted a future with him. She trusted him, and that’s never something that has come easy to her. And he ruined it, he took her heart and crushed it. He begs, pleads with his mom to take custody away from his dad, he never wants to face him again. She reluctantly agrees, and though the court battle is tough, she wins full custody. She didn’t think having her son full time would ever hurt this much.

Sato grows up hating his father. Grows up hearing kids whisper about him when they think he’s not listening, grows up seeing his father on tv, winning game after game, with girl after girl coming up to him at every celebration. Sato starts playing volleyball just to spite him.

Eventually Oikawa’s fame dies down. He’s older now, and the wear and tear he put his body through has caught up to him. Except now there’s no Y/N to give him a pick me up, to bring him food or give him a massage or send him words of support when he’s halfway across the world. It’s just him, occasionally Iwaizumi, his teammates, and a lot of alcohol. Occasionally women. He’s made enough in his career to live more than comfortably for the rest of his life, but he still feels the ache in his heart because his house isn’t a home, not when the love of his life and his son aren’t with him. But he did this to himself. He has to pay his dues.

He finds out Sato plays volleyball at Kitagawa, alongside Ushijima’s son, through Iwaizumi. Surprisingly, Y/N told Iwaizumi to pass the message on to Oikawa, finding it too painful to see him, even after all this time. Iwaizumi lets him know the date of his son’s next game and offers to go with him, but Oikawa refuses, knowing he needs to do this himself.

When the day finally comes he’s sitting in the stands, sunglasses and hat on to try and disguise himself. He’s still not sure if he should go down to greet his son after the game, but he’s painfully unaware that his disguise doesn’t work in the slightest. He sees Ushijima coaching and is taken aback for a moment before pain twists his heart, wishing he could coach for his son’s team too. Regardless, watching Sato play gives him a type of pride he never thought he’d feel -- and also one of the worst pains he’s felt in his life. His son is so good, a natural -- powerful, fast, and remarkably agile -- far better than Oikawa ever was at that age. He only wished he could’ve helped him get there.

Down on the court, Ushijima’s son, Reo, looks up into the stands and notices Oikawa. He drops the water bottle in his hand, eyes wide as he nudges Sato in the side. 

“Ow, dude, what’s wrong with you?” Sato’s rubbing his side, looking at Reo in irritation. All Reo does is point up to the stands behind them, whispering a soft, “I think your dad is here.” 

Suddenly Sato’s standing taller, chest square and shoulders back. He looks at Reo, his best friend, the only boy who hasn’t pitied him or teased him about his father, the first boy who treated him like his own brother, and his jaw clenches. Reo doesn’t exactly know what’s happening, but it’s better than seeing Sato cry like he used to whenever he’d see his dad. 

The whistle indicating the start of the next set rings throughout the gym and the boys get back onto the court; Sato’s serving.

He takes a deep breath, looking up into the stands for a brief second to confirm what Reo saw before steeling himself, looking across the court and spinning the ball in his hands. When the whistle blows he takes a deep breath, readying himself. 

Oikawa Sato is going to show his dad what he’s worked so hard for. Show Oikawa that he’s better than him, way better than Oikawa could ever be. He wants his dad to know, wants him to see. Most importantly, he wants his dad to know that he did this all without his help, without his support -- without him. 

Oikawa Tooru watches his son give one of the most powerful serves he’s ever seen, immediately scoring a point; his heart breaks into two.

[vampiricfairy]

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1237

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: Sexual innuendos in the beginning but that's it, mentioning of Friends with Benefits.

A/N: Teehee.

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After spending two days at Jonathan’s apartment you returned back to your apartment and Zoe frantically asked you questions about whether Jonathan did something to you.

“For the 50th time, Jonathan did not try anything!” You said and rolled your eyes. “In fact he was rather helpful by making me think less about what had happened.”

“Let me check for any bite marks then.” Zoe demanded and you showed her your neck to reassure her. “There’s none-“ Zoe said.

“Well I probably would have noticed if he had bitten me-“ you said.

“Not necessarily!” Zoe argued.

“I doubt he would! Alright?!” You said slightly annoyed.

“Why are you so defensive over him?” Zoe smirked a little.

You didn’t understand why you were being so defensive but Zoe’s lack of trust in Jonathan annoyed you quite a bit. Jonathan helped you, more than once now. Despite that your answer was:“I’m not!”

“Do you like him? Well, what did you even do?”

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After spending a day together you started getting a bit comfortable with him, being an ambivert did that to you. Jonathan also seemed to warm up to you, obviously the two of you had your.. Differences as you quickly figured.

“Heyyyy Johnnyy!! Catch tHIS!!” You said as you threw a pillow into his face.

You laughed mockingly as Jonathan’s vampire reflexes failed him, what you didn’t expect was the pillow meeting your face just a second or so later.

Jonathan looked at you with a snug smile.

You pouted playfully.

It was all an act before you bolted into the opposite direction and threw another pillow into Jonathan’s face.

The fight continued!

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Zoe’s voice pulled you out of the flashback.

“Hard to explain.” You said. Well, you could’ve been more specific but you weren’t. How do you explain to someone that you, as an almost 18 year old had a pillow fight with a 148 year old dude?

“DID Y-“ Zoe’s eyes widened and she looked like she was about to kill you.

“NO!! WE DIDN’T, WE HAD A PILLOW FIGHT AND WE WATCHED MOVIES!! Oh and we played chess, I won.” You said proudly.

Regardless of what you said, by now you figured that you did have a small crush on the boomer. Well, shit. Somehow you assumed Zoe already knew, now this was awkward.

A notification on your phone screen popped up. You took your phone and sighed, seeing it was a message from your ex.

“Let’s meet at the park at 8 pm!”

You hesitated a little before agreeing, you doubted that anything could go wrong and if Dracula chased you, you always could sacrifice your ex. Maybe, just maybe, if you got together your feelings for the boomer might die.

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Dracula was watching Jonathan.

He was completely acting out of character, the Count was obviously curious to know as to why Jonathan was exercising for once and acting just weird.

“Why?” Asked Dracula.

“What? Why are you even here?” Asked Jonathan, still trying to keep the politeness in his voice.

Dracula raised an eyebrow at him, they certainly were not friends, just vampires with benefits.. Sometimes. Usually Jonathan would happily oblige to having intercourse with the Count.

“For our usual business. However I would kike to know why you’re acting so weird, Johnny. Is there anyone you like?” Dracula smirked.

“That is none of your business.” Jonathan glared at him.

“It’s her isn’t it? She must be great, hm? Why would she want you?”

This did make Jonathan think.

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It was late and you were getting ready for your date?

You made your way to the park and sighed, as you saw your ex you waved at her.

“Hey Y/N!” She said and gave you a hug.

“Hey Leia..” You said and hugged back.

“Long time no see, what’s up?” She asked and grabbed her backpack to give you an energy drink.

“Thanks- uhh, really nothing much.” You said as you took the energy drink.

The two of you talked for a while, as you quickly realized that.. You didn’t have any feelings for her. She was boring and a pretty big asshole, far worse than you remembered.

“.. And I told her that she looked disgusting, y’know? She got so mad she yelled and broke up with me! Like she couldn’t take the truth! What was I supposed to do? She looked like a whale!” Leia laughed.

You looked at her, not interested in what she was saying at all.

“You’re so pretty though!” She smiled and pulled you close to her, shortly after she kissed you and you pushed her away, quite angrily.

“Get the fuck away from me.” You warned and she frowned.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” She asked.

“What’s wrong? Are you fucking stupid? It’s not enough you don’t care about others and you’re selfish as fuck, you also judge others and tell them how they should look like or what they should do according to your ideals. This is why we never, fucking never will work out because I refuse to be with an excuse for a bitch. Respect my fucking boundaries and I hope we’ll never cross paths again. Go fuck yourself.” You yelled and walked away.

“Y/N- WAIT!” She pleaded.

“No. Get away from me.” You said angrily.

Jonathan, who secretly watched your outburst pretty much disguised as bat was.. Impressed?

You walked home as Jonathan appeared and you were shocked for a bit. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” You said.

“Sorry, dear.” He smiled, you noticed that he had dressed a little casually by that you meant dress pants and shirt with a blazer and he seemed to have a different hairstyle.

“Are you going somewhere??? You look so fancy..” You said and smiled, stupid you, thinking he would ever be interested in you. He probably found somebody closer to his age.

“I was going to suggest we’d go to the cinema, but if you can’t then that’s alright.” He replied.

“No.. That’s actually a good idea!” You smiled, happily and a bit relieved. You took his hand and smiled at him.

He looked a little startled by you taking his hand.

“Let’s goo!” You said and smiled as you walked to the cinema, holding Jonathan’s icy cold hand but it was alright.

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After the movie you and Jonathan walked to your apartment. He just came with you to ensure you were safe, which was very nice.

“Good night!” You said.

“Good night darling, sleep well.” He said and walked away.

You then walked upstairs and opened the apartment door before taking a bath. The whole day had stressed you out and you realized.. Your birthday was next week.

Would you survive until then? You didn’t really know, but somehow being undead at 17 sounded cool. You could vibe still relate to the lyrics of the Dancing Queen by ABBA and that forever. Sounded like a win-win.

Finishing your bath, you took a shower and then dried your hair before going to sleep.

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2 Weeks have almost passed and it was just the evening before your birthday. Jonathan and you seemed to have grown even closer but the Count’s interest in you also seemed to have grown.

You woke up during the middle of the night to a voice whispering into your ear:

“now I can see for myself why Johnny is so infatuated with you.”

You screamed.

[taejeonie]

that punch, 날리고 🥊

— aka a markhee vlive scenario where they’re dating YAYY

*english is italicized but if they’re speaking in korean it’s not (including the comments)

“guys guys guys guys”

“HELLO EVERYONEEEE”

“G U Y S”

“GUYS”

markhee, harmonizing: “GuUuUuUYSSS!”

okay who gave them sugar

anyways

they’re both sweating bc they just finished practicing

we stan hard working legends amarite

mark was wearing his cap backwards but taehee flicked the back so it falls off his head :p

he sighs at her in disbelief, while smiling ofc, and places his cap back on his head

then taehee brings her face closer to the phone to read the comments

markswatermelons MY BABIES 🥺🥺🥺

taeyongcutiepie did you guys just finish practicing?

ncitygottagogetem PUNCH WAS SOOO GOOD!!

“did you guys enjoy punch?,” she asks

“we just finished practicing for a bit. everyone left already but taehee wanted to do vlive so i waited for her”

hyucksunshine you guys are soulmates

“actually, we filmed on weekly idol yesterday and we had a lot of fun,,,so please look forward to it!!!”

mark laughed bc he found the way she said it cute ;((

“ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ﹗﹗,” he copied her

taehee brings her phone out and puts her playlist on shuffle

happiness by roc plays first, “ahh i like this”

she pretended she was holding a mic while singing the lyrics in a quiet tone

meanwhile mark was talking about the photoshoot their maknae line had for star1

they looked so good in it PLEASE

“i’ll be the one,,,who stays til the end,,,,”

“honestly, the ambience helped us a lot get into the photoshoot. it was like warm and had like,,,an outdoor kind of feeling”

“and i’ll be the one that proposes,,in a garden of roses...”

taehee leans into mark’s shoulder while singing it’s free estate guys and he immediately puts his arm around her shoulders, still talking about the photoshoot

neoblink MARKHEEEE 💚💚

taeilsbutterfly i saw the behind the scenes!! mark and taehee kept dancing to ridin, it was so cute :>

“cause i am the one!! who waited this looong!! i am the one,,who might get it wrong”

at this point, mark finished talking about the shoot and is currently reading the comments

“and i'll be the one that will love you the way i'm supposed to”

taehee tilts mark’s head to face her while she sang the lyrics

and he had to hold himself back from kissing her right then and there

markswatermelons DID HE JUST LOOK AT HER LIPS

johfam i wouldn’t be surprised if they’re dating

jaeminanana they should just admit it already!!

mark realized what he was doing and pushed her away gently

but taehee and her dramatic ass pretended he pushed her really hard and fell on the floor

“OWWW”

“I DIDN’T EVEN PUSH YOU THAT HARD?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

you hear taehee giggle before popping back into the frame and saying, “just kidding!!! hihi (*^▽^*)”

“ahh you and haechan are the same, really”

“hmm,” she pouts, “but i’m your-“

pause!!! since she was about to say GIRLFRIEND

“-favorite”

mark tried to hold in his laugh since she knows she was about to slip up

but she didn’t!! hehe

when it comes to the instrumental part, taehee pulls mark to stand up so they can dance

they’re hiphop dancers but u know how like

old people dance

yeah that’s exactly what they’re doing

still cute tho,,,,

markheeyipee they’re just friends guys

taehyucktion taehee’s really affectionate with the members, just like haechan!!

taeheelovely taehee!! what’s your lockscreen?

“what’s my lockscreen? guess :>>”

mark takes a peek at her lockscreen and starts laughing, “what is that??? when did you take this haha”

chenlerap a funny picture of haechan???

jaehyunsdimple probably jisung? since he said he sent her a funny picture a few days ago...

markheepizza MARK!!!

after that one ‘mark’ comment,,everyone started saying it WAS mark

“CORRECT!!! it’s mark!! but for his sake, i won’t show it to you guys (*´꒳`*)”

it was a picture of mark in white tee, messy hair, kissable lips like u know that video of mark holding a sb drink and there was a fan in his shirt?? mm yes very boyfriend material

taehee takes a look at her lockscreen again, “hmm but you look handsome in it though?? i guess it won’t hurt to show- HEY”

mark grabbed her phone and placed it in his pocket

taehee ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek and was tempted to reach for it

but he raised his brow at her as if to say “what? are you gonna get it?”

i live for cocky and confident mark lee

so taehee just shakes her head at him and faces the camera

“these days mark LOVES to take my phone,,he isn’t even going to use it he just takes it and keeps it there”

in reality mark just wants her to pay attention to him more in the dorms awww

“ah my homescreen? secreeeet (*´ω｀*)”

it was a picture of them sleeping in the backseat

taehee’s head was buried in mark’s neck, his head laid on top of hers while his arm was wrapped her shoulders

no one noticed except hyuck, so he took a pic of them

(〃ω〃)

ANYWAYSSS

“oh i remember we have drinks”

she goes off screen while mark watches her

“do you want me to get yours?,” he nods

“sLUSHIEEE”

“mark’s is red and mine’s blue- what is that? watermelon?”

“i thought it was,,but it was strawberry. you wanna taste?”

she takes a sip from his straw and glances at him, “it’s good!! you wanna taste mine?”

later into the vlive you would notice that they switched drinks already

they spent the next few moments reading comments from czennies 

chenlescars netflix recommendation? pwarkjisung what songs do you listen to these days? neogotmyback TAEHEE I LOVE YOUR HAIR

“’taehee i love your hair’”

“oh thank you!! i wanted to dye it blue for quite some time and the hyungs- oppas told me i should go for it hihi”

mark giggleD as he pointed at the screen

“what is it?”

jeon_jieun taehee, my baby!!! you look so grown up now!! 💚💚💚

“AA MOM!! (o-_-o)”

“HAHAHA YOU’RE SO CUTE”

“hi mom ;<< have you eaten?”

jeon_jieun yes :))))

“AHAHHAHAH SHE ANSWERED”

“mark and i will eat at the dorms if you’re wondering. we just finished practicing so we’ll eat right away”

“teehee’s mom, hello!!” 

mark lee is the type of boy your mom would want you to marry 

and maybe teehee’s mom would too jdbjksb

“actually, the only members who met my mom, like in-person, were you, haechan, doyoung-oppa, and taeyong-oppa”

“really?”

“yeah,,,the rest were through video call”

“ahh”

“she’s really fond of you,,”

“oh really?”

“haechan too”

“oh”

“HAHA WHY IS YOUR REACTION LIKE THAT?”

“LIKE WHAT?”

markjohnjae the way mark’s face went from ☺️ to 😐

“don’t worry, if you come home with me next time, you could take haechan’s spot as her favorite”

“mom, please look forward to it! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞”

markheearchive DID MARK JUST CALL TAEHEE’S MOM “MOM” OMG THEY’RE GETTING MARRIED  hyucksolo MARKHEE ENDGAME

mark’s solo was the next song to play on her playlist

“ah this is my favorite song,” taehee said as she bopped her head to ‘talk about’, making mark laugh

she rapped the lyrics effortlessly and you could clearly see the heart eyes on mark’s face

until she imitated how mark growled during that one part of his rap

“this that MuRDER from the tongue-“

“OH WHAT DUDE DO I SOUND LIKE THAT?”

“HAHAHAHA”

“I DONT DO IT LIKE THAT!!”

“NOOOO, DUDE NO I SWEAR I WATCHED YOUR FANCAMS AND YOU DO SOUND LIKE THAT!!”

taehee chuckles at mark’s shy face, “okay, then show me”

“like right now” “mhmm”

...

“it’s the MuRDER from the tongue,,”

“it sounds the same!!”

“no it isn’t,,”

“oh what? yours is like,,sexier? is that what you want me to say?”

mark stares at her fondly for a moment before telling her, “i didn’t say thaaat”

“you like it either way ;))”

neodream07 do you watch ridin club?

“ridin club? what’s ridin club”

“it’s like the variety show of the kids”

“oHHHH”

“see? this is why they like me more than mark”

“pft”

“jaemin kissed haechan, right? jeno did too, almost”

mark laughed, “really??”

“yeah, aaa that kid. one day, he’s gonna do it for real and regret it.”

“but he already did?”

“what? when?”

“when we were filming the music video for ‘go’,,,your lips touched haha,,right?”

taehee (　˙-˙　)

“oh yeah right- i remember now”

her disgusted face while saying that made mark laugh

later on, mark felt taehee’s phone vibrate in his pocket so he brought it out and gave it to her

“haechanie texted me,,he said we should go back to the dorms- *laughs* he wants to play games already”

“what time is it?,” mark yawned

“it’s 11:57,,” she bit her lip and looked at mark

he does look like he’s about to sleep already

and he stayed with taehee so she won’t go live and go home on her own

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ i want a mark

“guys, we’re gonna have to wrap up now,,sorry for making the vlive so short :((((“

it’s been an hour taehee wym so short :<<

markhee stans are well fed

taeheebubs awww

markhyucktingles it’s okay bb!! get some rest <33

doyoungbunny get home safely!! and stay healthy!!

“you guys stay safe!! we’ll see each other soon,” mark waved

“goodnight guys!! or goodmorning- wherever you are. enjoy the rest of your day!! byeeee”

taehee turns off the vlive and stretches a bit while mark leans back to lay on the floor

she stands up and grabs her and mark’s bags after throwing their drinks in the trash bin

“come on, let’s go home :>>”

mark grabs her hand as he stood up, gets his backpack from her, and slings it around his shoulders

gently, he pulls taehee towards him and places a short kiss on her lips

she holds back a smile, “why so suddenly?”

“i wanted to do it earlier but i couldn’t”

their voices sound so small even if they’re the only ones in the practice room at that moment

it’s the butterflies,,,(//∇//)

she smiles and cups his face to bring him in for a longer kiss

mark smiles as he felt her deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer

short, sweet kisses soon turned into hot, opened-mouth ones and taehee’s got her hands in mark’s hair, making a small sound come out of him

taehee’s phone rings once again, making her pull away from mark before giving him one last peck on the lips

mark lee best kisser i think

mark intertwines their hands together as she accepted the call,,,led her out of the practice room and to the elevator

“noona, why are you laughing? it’s so late, are you still there?”

“we’re about to get off the elevator, don’t worry”

“the live ended a few minutes agooo. what took you so loooong”

taehee senses the pout in hyuck’s voice and chuckles at him, “secret. we’ll play games later, byeee”

“secret...? sECRET-“

beep

“you ended the call just like that?,” mark laughs at her

taehee shrugs in response

later when they’re at home and in their taehee’s bed, they head off to sleep after taehee played rounds with hyuck and johnny

as taehee’s head laid snug on mark’s chest, his arms wrapped around her frame to keep her close, mark thought nothing could get as cozy as this moment.

[mysweetestcreature]

Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 12: All I Want for Christmas

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Author’s note: Hiiiiii, so I honestly have no idea what happened to the post scheduled for earlier, but Tumblr has always been a little b*tch so I’m not surprised lmao. This version isn’t as well edited as the one that disappeared, so please excuse any slips (it’s late and I’m kind of drunk so teehee). ANYWAY! Happy Holidays, everyone! Thank you so much for everything you do for me. From the bottom of my heart, I love you all :’)

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Masterlist

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Saturday December 13, 2008

With the holiday season comes all things festive; from brilliant and twinkling lights wrapped around post lamps, to an army of nutcracker statuettes that line town square, and finally that wishful little mistletoe hung above a few select archways and unsuspecting doorframes. There’s a different attitude that floats in the air during this time of year, an unexplainable elation swirled in with a dash of mild intensity.

You’ll never see more people in one place than at the mall, when everyone is on a mission to find that perfect gift, maybe even the perfect outfit for the office Christmas party with the cheap wine, or something of a school dance that may or may not be the social event of the year (unless you’re a senior, then prom is most definitely the only thing to look forward to).

“Why can’t I see it?” Harry pouts, peeking into the gaps of the brown Bloomingdale’s paper bag. 

She rolls her eyes; this is probably the eighth time in twenty minutes he’s asked her. For some reason he’d been under the impression that he’d get to see her try it on. Much to his dismay (but to her amusement), however, it had been a quick and easy pick up from the alterations department on the third floor. “Because I’m your girlfriend, and I said you can’t.”

Harry frowns slightly, eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t really see a correlation between those two statements, although. . .” He backs her against a wall, hands finding their place on the curves of her hips. A cheeky grin replaces his former expression, dimples making their indents on either side of his mouth. “I do like it when you call yourself my girlfriend.” 

Humming, she tilts her head to the side and wraps her arms around his middle. He swallows when she grazes the tip of her nose to his, his mouth parting in anticipation. They’re close enough that he can easily smell her strawberry lip balm. “Yeah?” she speaks meekly. The radiant look in her eyes makes his heart beat thrice its usual rhythm. He nods in response, just about ready to lean down.

Of course, timing has never been their strongest point, and Harry’s phone rings annoyingly from the pocket of his North Face. He sighs, dropping his head down, eyes squeezing shut when he sees the name lit up on the screen. “Are you gonna answer that, or should I?” Y/n giggles, snatching his cell from between his fingers. He shakes his head and pleads her not to pick it up, but she flips the cover open and brings it right to her ear. “Hi, Anne!” 

There’s a string of mumbles from under his breath. He had assumed that they’d be free from interruptions once they’d finally gotten together, but time and time again (an average of three times a week, he’s noticed) there’s always someone out to mess with him. The other day, Mason had squirmed his way between them while they were cuddled up under her favorite fluffy blanket, and Harry had only taken notice when he turned to peck her on the cheek only to end up with half his face covered in peanut butter frosting (his girlfriend––and he really can’t stress enough how happy the title makes him––thought it was absolutely hilarious).

“Yeah, we’re just about finished. . .” She playfully pushes his face to the side when he gives her another pout. “Okie dokie, we’ll be out in a sec. . .see you in a bit!” The call ends with the clap of the main screen against the keypad. She gives him a toothy grin and rises to the tips of her toes to press a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. “Let’s go?” 

***

She’s on her bed when Cici barges into her room, a tote full of clothes hanging off her shoulder that she then drops by the closet door. “Where’s your knight with shining curls?” her best friend snorts as she plops herself down on her bed. She’d texted earlier saying that she would be hiding at the Y/l/n residence to escape the arrogance of her visiting aunt’s family. 

Y/n looks up from flipping through her latest issue of Teen Vogue. “I think he should be here quarter of.” He’d left over two hours ago to help his mom and sister decorate their Christmas tree. 

“I see you got your dress,” Cici notices, reaching for the bag by her nightstand. She pulls the stapled edges apart with an approving look from Y/n, then pulls out the garment until the bag falls back to the floor. “Oh damn!” she whistles, kneeing the mattress as she holds it up. “Has Harry seen this yet?”

“I’ve literally done everything in my power to avoid that,” she mutters, falling back against her pile of pillows. The implications of not going to the dance with her boyfriend hadn’t registered with her until yesterday when Zoey had showed him the exact corsage that she wanted him to get her. Now she feels almost sick thinking about Zoey’s perfectly manicured and deadly nails racking around her boyfriend’s body while she forces him to dance. And maybe that’s why she doesn’t want Harry to see her dress just yet, she wants to surprise him the day of because the petty part of her wants to send Zoey a clear message. 

Cici snorts loudly, laying down next to her, and both girls just stare up at the ceiling. “If you want my honest opinion, I think you should just go together. So, what if a few people get butt hurt? Do you really want to see that bitch try to make moves on him?” 

“Obviously not, but. . .” she lets out a long sigh. “Jasper.” She keeps having to remind herself that she’s Jasper’s date, and it just wouldn’t be fair to him if she were to be an absent companion. “He keeps saying how excited he is for this, and I don’t know Ci. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I don’t want to go formal with him, let alone that the reason being that I want to go with my boyfriend of what? Two weeks now?” She’s given this whole lot of thought, really, she has! Sure, the easiest solution would be to call off her date with Jasper, but she doesn’t want him to think that he was only a stand in for Harry until they finally admitted their feelings. No one should be subjected to that kind of impairing thought. 

“You’re being way being too nice––maybe the pope will canonize you one day. ‘Saint Y/n’ patron saint of the criminally kind.” 

She pulls a pillow from behind and whacks the side of her friend’s head, who then whacks her back with just as much force. “Stop being so dramatic, this isn’t Gossip Girl.”

“And it’s a travesty,” Cici tuts, but her eyes start to twinkle as she loses herself in thought. “If it were, I’d be Mrs. Nathaniel Fitzwilliam Archibald by now. Don’t you think Chace Crawford and I would make the most beautiful babies?”

“They’ll have the best eyebrows, that’s for sure.”

“Right!?”

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Friday December 19, 2008

The last day before the winter formal––and furthermore the last day until winter break–– and it’s all the students of Ashwood can talk about. At every turn, all that can be heard is who’s attending with who or what designer their dress is from. Almost all of their classes have resorted to study halls since apparently no one can stay focused for more than five minutes at a time, which really is stupid since midterms are scheduled only two weeks after they come back. 

On the plus side, since they’re screening Home Alone 2 in Spanish, it at least distracts the rest of the class while she and Harry giggle to themselves in the back-left corner of the room. During the beginning of their relationship, they had at least tried to remain discreet so as to avoid all the theories of conspiracy from the school’s notorious gossips over at the Ashwood Almanac. As the final days of the year dwindle down, however, all precautions to keep everything on the down-low have disintegrated, and they’ve probably shared a few not-so-private (though none have ever been in front of a grand audience. . .about five people, max) smooches when they part ways after a long history lesson with Mr. Noone.  

“As in right in the nuts?” he laughs through the question, his arm wrapped around the back of her chair as his fingers tread through loose locks. She’s telling him all about how Mason had thrown a snowball, which had actually ended up having a moderately sized rock lodged in there somehow, directly between Jeremy’s legs. And yeah, he does feel bucket loads of sympathy because he can’t even count how many times he’s had a football to the groin in his years of being an athlete, but he’s more so charmed by how animated she is when she talks about her family.  

“I don’t know how he did it, but then Dad went completely cross-eyed when it hit him. Like this.” For a split second, she’s able to mimic his reaction and it has him trying to contain his amusement with her shoulder before Señora Gustavo can scold them for being too disruptive. 

After a few moments settled within a comfortable silence, enough time for them to let Jeremy’s many woes fade from consciousness, their eyes meet again, and he just smiles at her. It’s one of those sappy lovesick smiles that would have surely made her knees buckle had she not already been sitting down. 

“So, Mum’s Christmas Eve party, you’re all going, right?” he asks, his thumb grazing the side of her arm. For as long as he can remember, Anne’s been hosting this party every year without fail. He supposes it started when she and his dad were still together––maybe even before then––since he’s seen pictures from the early nineties before even Gemma was born. Even when they’d moved to the States, his mum has always been the sociable sort, so during that first year away from Holmes Chapel had been filled with the company of their neighbors and over a dozen of her colleagues. This time around, Harry’s excitement is beyond a scale’s capacity because his granddad is flying in to celebrate with them. After all their long phone calls, he’ll finally be able to introduce him to the girl he’s been gushing over for months. 

Y/n nods eagerly. “And I already know what I’m making,” she says. There were a few options that she toyed with before falling asleep until ultimately deciding on one special dessert that she sure hopes will be a crowd pleaser come the 24th. It’s something that in theory she knows how to make, but it’ll require a few test runs and backups since she’s aiming for nothing less than perfection. “Your mom mentioned it during Thanksgiving, so I really hope she’ll like it!”

“Don’t want you going through too much trouble. Mum will like anything you make. Went on and on about those pumpkin spice cookies you brought around the house Sunday.” 

“I know, but. . .” Her lips curl inward and trap themselves between her teeth. She looks down into her lap, fingers messing with a stray thread where her skit had been hemmed. “I just. . .I don’t know. Do you think she’s mad––okay, not mad, but you know. . .annoyed––at me for the whole Jasper-Zoey thing? You keep saying it isn’t, but it’s a hundred percent my fault that we’re not going together.”   

“Baby, no. Don’t say that,” Harry frowns, and he doesn’t realize the new endearment to have tumbled off the tip of his tongue. “This whole dance thing doesn’t mean anything anyway, and it definitely doesn’t change this.” He gestures between the two of them, a lopsided smile spread from cheek to cheek. 

Her eyes narrow as she crosses her arms. “You’re being all cheesy because you want me to kiss you again.”

A loud scoff erupts from the back of his throat, and Señora Gustavo glares up from her laptop to give him another warning. There’s a moment when his face impersonates annoyance (but his arm still remains around her frame), and he begrudgingly turns his attention to Kevin McCallister wreaking havoc on his two unmatched foes. She does the same, but from the corner of her eye she sees the way his mouth plays with his words. In her head, she counts backwards from five, holding in a smirk as the numbers dwindle down. Harry pouts to himself, before he turns back to her. 

“Are my chances high, at least?”  

***

Saturday December 20, 2008 

“Sweetheart, you look so beautiful!” Liv gushes as she brushes Y/n’s hair back, standing behind her in front of the vanity’s mirror. Y/n looks at herself carefully, her lips pulled up but pressed firmly together. The day has finally arrived, and she doesn’t think she can feel any more anxious than she does right now. Half her hair is pulled back while the rest is curled into the soft waves that fall just beneath her shoulders. Her dress is hung to the side, the sequins almost blinding as they reflect in the bathroom light. 

They’d spent the last two hours doing her hair and makeup, which Liv had insisted she do herself since aside from dentistry and orthodontics, is probably her second passion in life. There’s a story she always likes to tell, about how she’d worked for a beauty salon during college for some extra cash but had ended up staying all four years because she found the whole transformation process to be exciting for both herself and her clients.

“I remember my first high school dance,” her mom continues, and she takes the dress off the hanger and signals for Y/n to stand up. “Now, my dress wasn’t nearly as form-fitting as yours. I mean, what do you expect from the 80s?” She chuckles lightly, shaking her head as she remembers exactly what she wore in her freshman year. Y/n braces herself against the wall as she steps into the pooled dress. “Philip Russo had asked me, and boy oh boy, was he something.”

Y/n snorts as she holds the lace fabric to her chest. “Does Dad know you still think about your high school boyfriend?”

Liv rolls her eyes, zipping the back up with one firm pull. “Oh of course, I talk about him every night before bed. You know what, honey? If I hadn’t met you, I would probably be living in Austin with Philip Russo and our seven kids. It makes for great pillow talk.”

“Did someone call me?” Jeremy’s voice calls from the master bedroom. Followed by his much shorter shadow, he saunters into the bathroom. 

Mason scampers past his dad and wraps his arms around his sister’s legs. “You look like a princess!” he giggles, picking at one of the beads. 

“You really think so, Mase?” she smiles, cupping his cheeks in her hand so he can look up at her. 

The little boy nods furiously. “Yeah! And that means Harry’s your prince, right? Because the prince and princess always kiss each other, right? You and Harry kissed yesterday! I saw it!” He even looks to Liv for support. “Right, Mommy?”

Y/n digs her nails into her palms. The three of them had agreed to keep Mason upstairs when Jasper picks her up just to avoid all awkwardness if her brother wonders where Harry might be. That’s not to say that her parents are completely on board with the idea of this bizarre arrangement. Jeremy had been quite vocally against it because he much rather send his daughter off with a boy he’s come to know and like, rather than. . .well, he’s never met this other boy, so that’s already a red flag in his book. 

“Now what I want to know is why you were snooping on your sister and Harry, huh?” she counters, hands on her hips and toe tapping with parental flare. 

“Because Daddy said I have to keep an eye on them when he’s not home.”

Jeremy’s jaw just drops. “You little traitor,” he grumbles, glaring down at his son. “I told you not to tell the girls about our little secret.”

“Secret secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone!”

“Enough out of you.” Jeremy lifts the boy up and places him over his shoulder. It’s now that he’s able to get a good look at his daughter, his not so little girl. Y/n notices a glisten in his eyes the longer he studies her.

“Dad,” she whines, “remember you said you wouldn’t be dramatic?” 

“I know, I know, but. . .” He twirls her around, a couple times before taking in her full image once more. “First, it's just a school dance, then it’s your wedding day. Jesus Christ, I’m getting old.”

***

The theme of this year’s winter formal is Winter Wonderland, and despite its cliché nature, student council and the decorations committee had managed to transform the events hall into somewhat of a festive paradise. There’s fake snow falling gracefully in the backdrop at the photographer’s station, where some of the more smitten couples strike their cutest poses as their arms wrap around the other’s figures. Dressed to the nines in their best attire, a few students are already swaying to the DJ’s soundtrack, while others mingle in groups by the punch bowl. 

Harry is somewhat part of the latter category, his one hand occupied with his untouched beverage, the other buried deep in his pocket as he stands stiffly at Zoey’s side. She’s bragging about the price tag on her dress, gushing over how her daddy bought it right from the designer himself. “And he totally gave me his number and said I could stop by the New York office any time.”

“Bunch of bollocks,” Harry snorts into his cup, the fruity red liquid just barely grazing his top lip. 

Zoey turns around, a sickeningly sweet and glossy smile greeting him. “What was that?” she asks, far too perky in her mannerisms, in his opinion.   

“Nothing.” He takes a long sip for no other reason than to keep himself distracted. It works for a few more minutes, with him only participating in their conversation when he’s directly addressed, or if Zoey wants another damn refill of water. 

Now, he isn’t quite sure what had possessed him to ask Zoey, of all the girls he could have chosen, to the dance. It was right after Y/n had told him she’d be going with Jasper, and he’d gone outside to clear his head. Who was the first (okay, second, but Señora Gustavo does not count) person he’d run into? The decision had been made in a split second, and for fuck’s sake his biggest regret is not taking a few more to think about it. 

“Harry!” He turns on his heel at the call of his name, the first genuine smile of the night cheering up his downcast features when he sees Cici and Maxxie arrive through the doors. Excusing himself, he all but runs to them, enveloping both in a hug that’s filled with every bit of relief. 

“Oh, thank god,” he sighs. “She’s driving me up the walls.” 

Cici looks over his shoulder, brow raised as she glares at the redhead. “Are those next season’s Christian Louboutin’s? Unbelievable!”

“Jealousy is not a good look on you,” Maxxie teases, poking her side. “I’m not jealous. Just annoyed that the nasty ones always get first serve. And it’s honestly super annoying that she looks kind of good.”

“She’s beautiful. . .” Harry says suddenly, and both Maxxie and Cici gasp at his confession. The latter smacks his chest, and steam practically flares from her nostrils because she’s always had that protective instinct. Maxxie is more sensible, however, and he follows the line of Harry’s gaze right the source. It’s then he takes it upon himself to turn their friend around.

“What are you–”

It’s a scene right out of a movie as Y/n steps through the door, gently shielding her eyes as one of the moving spotlights casts down on her. Her dress reflects a light just as strong, and it manages to catch the attention of a majority of those around. She searches for something, fingers fiddling at her front as she looks unsurely through the room. It’s when she sees the three of them that she smiles widely. 

“Guys!” she waves to them, lifting the skirt of her dress as she jogs over. “Oh my gosh, Ci! You look amazing!” she squeals, hugging her friend. 

“I know.” Cici has never been one to maintain modesty, but it’s one of the reasons why Y/n loves her. “But look at you! Oh my god, you look like Hilary Duff.”

“That seems to be the consensus apparently,” she blushes. She gives Maxxie a kiss on the cheek, giggling when he whispers something in her ear. It earns him a pinch to his side, and he playfully huffs as he directs himself and Cici to one of the empty tables. 

It just leaves her and Harry. 

He has to resist the urge to reach out.

“You look. . .wow,” he’s at a loss for words. 

Her eyes fall to their feet. “Still trying to get that kiss, I see.” And maybe she wishes she didn’t have to pretend like she doesn’t want to. It happens so quickly that she would’ve missed it she wasn’t paying any attention. His lips press against hers in a kiss. . .or maybe more appropriately a peck. But as her eyes flutter open, she’s met with a cheeky smile to top off an expression that constantly reminds her how in love she is with the boy in front of her. 

***

She thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to see Zoey hang off her boyfriend like some pathetic sloth until right at this very moment. And she knows she shouldn’t let it all get to her because Harry had assured her over a dozen times over the phone that she’d be the only person he’ll be paying any attention to, but she really can’t help but feel mildly insecure. She hasn’t even had the chance to tell him how handsome he looks because Zoey had abruptly whisked him away as soon as Mariah Carey had started playing through the speakers. Take that, and the fact that Jasper had finally found his way to her after he’d talked to a few friends by the entrance. 

The car ride here had been a bit awkward, if she’s being honest. Jeremy hadn’t been so successful in keeping Mason upstairs, and the little boy had even been the one to open the door because he had been anticipating a completely different face. “You’re not–” Luckily, Liv had been there to cover his mouth before he could say anything more. “Kids! Am I right?” And after a few quick snaps from her mom’s camera, they were off in his dad’s SUV, both sat in the back seat with the middle completely empty. There was some small talk, mostly questions of ‘are you excited’ or ‘hopefully the food is good’ and whatnot. She had tried her best, she really had, to keep things light and non bothersome, but she can sense that he knows something’s up.

“Hey,” she touches Jasper’s arm. “I’m just gonna go to the ladies’ room.” 

***

When she walks out of the bathroom, she feels herself being whisked to the side. Before she can let out a yelp, she catches a whiff of his familiar scent, and it’s enough to soothe her panic. 

“Are you crazy?” she giggles, looking down at the other end of the hall. “We’re supposed to be in there.” 

Harry shrugs nonchalantly before leaning his forehead against hers. “Just a little.”

“Thank god we got that settled then.” She lets her hands fall into his hair, loving the way his soft brown curls feel in the slope between her fingers. For the first time tonight, she feels completely at ease as their bodies sway gently to the echo of a song. “Hi,” she whispers.

It’s then he gives her a proper embrace, holding her as close to him as he can, letting everything around them fade into the back of his mind.

“Hi.” He buries his nose into her hair. “I’m sorry this is how we have to share our first dance.” 

He then pulls away just enough to look into her eyes, his heart swelling when she cups his face and presses a long kiss to his lips. The hold he has around her waist tightens as he deepens it further. 

“It’s okay,” she answers when she breaks free in need of air. She giggles as she swipes his mouth of any traces of her lip gloss. “I’m actually surprised you were able to get away from your date.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry lets out a humorless snort that she happens to find greatly entertaining. “It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. I had to make up some excuse about how my stomach was feeling all out of sorts when I saw you walk out. Figured it was the perfect opportunity to get my girl alone. Plus. . .” He directs her gaze above, and she can’t help but laugh when she sees a mistletoe hung above them. Without missing a beat, his lips find their way back to hers.

***

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