#also he hoards the blankets so of course if the room is hot he will get even hotter idk

[roombagreyjoy]

Happy to report this seems to be a recurring event where, should the room not be the right temperature, he WILL have weird ass dreams and most likely wake up dizzy and confused and then immediately fall back asleep after airing his grievances

Partner woke up in a daze at 6:23 am and quietly mumbled "oh I had a nightmare I was being microwaved and it hurt so bad" and then immediately conked the fuck out again so when he woke up I asked him if he would ever put me in the microwave (out of love) and he just stared at me for a good 5 or 6 seconds with '???' Clearly written on his face before saying "is this one of the worm questions?" Well I don't know, you tell me, you're the one who started it god damn

[dezznuggz]

The Parents of the Friend group. |Part 1

Steve Harrington × reader

~the party already knows about yours and Steve's relationship and even before you and Steve got together, they made it pretty clear that Steve is the mom and you're the dad. Plain and simple

Warning: playfully bullying Steve, mentions of season 2, mentions of the upside down, reader pronouns she/her, y/n used a couple times

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With everything that the party member went through at a young age, you and Steve always cared and protected them with any chance y'all get. With that being said, Steve made it a monthly thing to have the kids (including Robin and Eddie) sleepover for at least a night just so they can enjoy themselves young and to also ease Steve's paranoia of not knowing when another type of monster will appear out of the blue. You didn't have a problem with the idea of course mostly since you loved the kids as if they were your own kids but it gets tiring after a while, mostly when it's in your own home.

Tossing and turning in bed while hearing loud chatters in the distance. Moving around to grab a hold of Steve and hopefully cuddle back to sleep but you feel the other side of the bed empty.

Is it the 24th already?

Groggily getting out of bed still half asleep and walking to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for one hell of a day. After wearing something more appropriate and becoming wide awake, you mentally prepare yourself to walk out into the chaos. When you open the door, everything suddenly becomes clearer and louder. You see Erica and Dustin arguing about what channel to put on. Max and Robin are practically attacking Lucas for his poor taste in comics. Eddie, Mike, and Will try explaining d&d to El (who clearly is not interested). Then you see the main person that you wanted to spend your morning with, but they were clearly occupied and busy. Already heading to the kitchen to your lover to say good morning while giving a peck on the lips.

"Every month...every month, I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore" you say while looking at the hoard of people in the living room talking over each other. "I swear they're little geniuses but when it comes to being on time, they're rather late or too early and today is one of those days." Steve says while mixing a bowl of pancakes batter. "Remember you wanted this, so you can't fully blame them." You say while warming up a cup of coffee, "oh no no no, you can't partially blame me for this, don't act as if you didnt want them around either" Steve says while looking from the pancake batter then to you with a small smile. Okay maybe you also found comfort in having the kids around including Robin and Eddie, it feels more home warming but it's the mess they leave after. "Well...I'm not sure what I can say to that other than calling dibs to drop off the kids" you say frantically before leaving the kitchen and into the living room while hearing Steve trying to call you back in the kitchen.

Once you step in the living room, you weren't sure if you wanted to go back and continue the conversation that you just had with Steve or try to at least have the kids calm down and lower their voices. "Jesus I don't know how you deal with this nerd, all he does is shove facts down your throat!" Erica practically yells at you before walking away from Dustin who is hot on her tail. "Oh IM THE NERD, you practically have the whole pony lore merged in your girly little brain" Dustin yells back at Erica while also passing by you and saying a quiet good morning (which you say good morning back).

"okay well let's leave that to Steve.." you say under your breath before walking to the little closet room in yours and Steve's house to pull out blankets and more pillows already preparing for tonight and maybe for a game that will last till night out. "Hey!" Will said pretty loudly in your ear which had you flinching a little, "Oh my God, what happened, I thought you were with Eddie and Mike? Did you forget your toothbrush again? Or was it your underwear again? You know Steve doesn't really mind besides he barley knows." You ramble and ask multiple questions to Will and whispering the last part knowing that it happened once and he trusted in only telling you. "WHAT no I'm fine, everything's fine, I just wanted to help out a little you know since it's the least we can do" Will says in a soft tone. "Oh no it's okay honey... Well you know what, maybe a little help wouldn't hurt right?" You say hesitantly, knowing how Steve gets when the kids actually help around. He tends to take control but not in a mean way more of a 'just rest my child and I'll take care of you' typa way. "Okay I need you to carry this... And this, and hold this one for me please....oh can't forget Max's..." You say while stacking pillows and blankets in Will's arms which slowly starts piling up to the point that his face is no longer able to be seen.

"is that it?..." Will asks while trying to peep his head out a little just to see if there are any more blankets, "umm....no you know what that's about it, good job buddy" you say before patting Will's shoulder indicating that he should follow you. Both you and Will walk to the living room to find everyone gone then you hear a faint voice counting. "Okay that's 2,4,6,8....8?" Steve says after counting heads to make sure everyone was sat at the table ready to eat although with so much noise and talking going around he can't seem to know if he counted wrong. But just as Steve suspected, he did count wrong as 2 more people walked into the dining room. "Ah there you guys are, okay so that's 10 in total" Steve says with a relief but his cheery tone went away as he saw Will's bottom half since the other half was covered with piles of blankets and pillows. "Babe we talked about this, if you need help call me, now look what you have done to the boy, I can't even see him" Steve says dramatically. You let out a sigh as you take the pillows and blankets from Will and told him to sit down and eat, "it's fine babe he offered and I took it, it's not gonna hurt him. And besides you seemed a little busy so I didn't want to disturb you." You say trying to calm a dramatic Steve down since you always are the one to just take things with a flow while Steve is the one to control the flow.

"I'm not gonna tell you again, if you ever need help just call me over and I'll be there, okay?" Steve says while looking down at you waiting for a response, "sure." You say just to please Steve, "good, now sit down and eat before it gets cold" Steve says with a more cheery tone as he presses a kiss on your lips.

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"UNOOO!!" Eddie exclaims very loudly which caused the kids to groan since they know that Eddie's cheating but they just can't prove it. Everyone was currently sitting on the floor around the little coffee table in the middle of the living room. Everyone decided to play uno after a long argument on how we should play it due to Dustin being competitive and wanting a specific way to play like whether or not we can jump in or pair up with someone. Everyone told him that we're just gonna play uno for the fun of it with no arguments and no competition, which never happened. Steve and you ended up teaming up and showing each other y'all's cards, Erica started becoming aggressive towards Lucas who kept +4 her. "Is there a problem between you and me cause last time I checked, we're blood related and BLOOD RELATED PEOPLE DONT BETRAY EACHOTHER!" Erica screams in Lucas's face while Lucas laughs at her overreacting. "Woah okay Erica calm down, here take my +4 and you'll get him next time when we reverse." Steve says to Erica while passing the card across the table to Erica who simply denied it and said that she didn't want his pity. "Let her fuss it out babe, she'll get over it" you say while laughing a little since you were Erica's babysitter at some point of time, so you knew how long Erica's little tantrums would last.

As the game ended with Robin somehow winning and multiple arguments breaking out. We all went out separate ways as it was almost time for dinner. You and Steve both walk into the kitchen just to finally enjoy y'all's personal time (even though y'all live together). With you deciding that you don't wanna cook, and Steve not knowing what to cook, you both agreed to order Chinese food. It was cheap and the most agreeable among the party members. Pizza was always complicated for the party, Lucas liked olives while Robin was allergic, and El liked pineapple on hers which Eddie completely despised to be in sight of pineapple pizza. Everyone had their own pizza preference that was just too much to order all together but Chinese food is what got everyone to enjoy (although you weren't a fan of Chinese food but you'll eat it for the kids).

Steve finished the order for Chinese food that we will soon have to pick up but in the mean time it was just you and Steve. Steve and you. Both embracing and enjoying each other's company even when yall aren't doing anything but it just felt so comfortable and loving. You sat on the counter with your feet dangling and Steve between your thighs while looking up at you and admiring you as if you were an angel. "You ever think about having kids" Steve asks with a foolish grin across his face, "woah, a very unexpected question at the moment" you say giggling but slowly stopped when you saw Steve still waiting for an answer, "I don't know, maybe,...actually yeah but as long as it's your kids" you say also with a foolish grin which made Steve blush "you know I actually want 6 kids, I don't remember telling you that" Steve says looking deep in your eyes, "oh trust me I remember you specifically telling me how many and what their names would be" you exclaim while rolling your eyes playfully since you have indeed heard multiple times and it's not like your complaining, infact you loved the idea of Steve also seeing his future with you and you guys are only 20 years old. "Let's get married" Steve says with a straight face and you let out a laugh but stop and clear your throat when Steve still looks at you with a straight face, "you're serious? Okay umm listen Steve I love you, I really do and I don't even want to imagine a life without you but we're 20 and we both work at a minimum wage job that barley pays for rent." You say rambling a little, "but trust me when I tell you this, I wanna get married with you so bad and specifically only you but just not right now or at least where we're at right now" you try to say with a little bit of a cheery voice so you don't totally break Steve's heart, "I promise" you say while holding out your pinky Infront of Steve's pouty face, "okay but is it okay if we have kids before we get married?" Steve asks before he even locks both of y'all's pinkies together "whatever makes you happy babe" you tell Steve with a toothy grin knowing that it would cheer Steve up, he then locks both of y'all's pinkies together and gives you a very passionate kiss that caused you to let out a little giggle in the middle of it.

"oh dude, I thought Robin said no public pda" Mike exclaims with a face of disgust before walking and purposely bumping into Steve's back to get a cold water bottle from the fridge. "Dude we're trying our best to keep it private", Steve says in a very judging tone, "you know Mike, me and Steve have seen you and El kiss but you don't see us making a big scene, have you tried growing up a little?" You say to Mike cause this isn't the first time that you and Mike have had this conversation about pda. "if it requires me growing up and becoming anything like y'all, I'd rather stay young and immature" Mike says before walking off but not before steve tells him to watch his tone. "I'm pretty sure he just called us old in so many different ways" you say to Steve, "he just doesn't get it cause he doesn't know what REAL love is, all he knows is young love....and I'm not old, trust I'm never gonna look old either" Steve says before fixing his hair with a pouty face which you laugh at cause you know how dramatic Steve gets when it comes to his age and specifically his looks.

"oh stop whining, we all know that you're gonna get grey hairs by soon mostly with all the stress the kids keep giving you" Robin suddenly comes in the kitchen startling you both just a little. "Okay first of all shut up and don't jinx it, and second who was talking to you?" Steve says in a very sassy tone since his hair is "his best feature" so God forbid anything happens to it. You let out a breathy laugh as Robin kept adding more gas into the fire. "Oh what's so funny huh, you do know you're gonna end up with grey hairs too so we'll both look 50 in our 30s" Steve says which causes you to stop laughing and before you can say anything Robin practically speaks for you, "uh no she won't, cause the kids are scared of her so they always act right around her but with you Steve, oh boy do they give you hell. In fact I'm pretty sure they only listen to y/n" Robin says with a small smirk on her lips. "Oh that's so not true!" Steve says raising his voice a little to state that he completely disagrees with Robin, "yea it is, remember at Byers house during fall, when you know the whole incident happened." You say trying to get Steve to recall what exactly happened that night, "yea what about it?" Steve says still not remembering how that night has anything to do with what they were walking about.

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Fall night 1984:

You and Steve were trusted to take care of the kids. It wasn't anything new to you when it came to having full responsibility of the kids. It practically came as a free side job for you since you protected the kids without any questions asked or needed. For Steve on the other hand, his first time taking care of 5 kids at once and he felt like there was so much responsibility in his hands. He just felt the need to take full control due to the fear of not being able to know what the kids are doing 24/7 at the moment.

With Mike and Lucas arguing about Mike panicking and Dustin having Steve shove a demo-dog in ms.byers fridge it all felt hectic to you but nothing that you couldn't handle. The only calm one that was there was max due to it being her first rodeo and completely confused about the whole situation. Suddenly all the kids start making up a plan on how to help El and everyone else that's heading towards the lab that's filled with deadly creatures. While hearing this plan Steve completely shuts it down. "Yea and then we all die" Steve says making it clear that he totally disapproves of their idea, "well that's one point of view" you say in a sarcastic way, "no y/n that's not one point of view, that's a fact" Steve says with an attitude mostly since you're the other adult that's supposed to help him out but isn't even backing him up. You then raise your hands in surrender and give Steve a mocking face before going back to sweeping up glass with max. Mike then walks off with everyone following right behind him, you and Max decide to forget about the glass pieces since there're definitely way more important things to focus on.

With Mike making a master plan of setting up the underground base on fire and having Dustin,max, and Lucas add onto the idea Steve finally attempts to put his foot down. "We're staying here, ON THE BENCH, and we're waiting for the starting team to do their job, does everybody understand that" Steve says in a demanding tone, "THIS ISN'T A STUPID SPORTS GAME?!" Mike complains to Steve but Steve still stood his ground "I said does everybody understand that, I need a yes.." Steve says pointing his fingers at the kids waiting for a response. "We don't need to listen to you" Mike says still annoyed at Steve, "okay you know what, that's enough...y/n control your kids" steve finally starts talking to you but all you did was respond with crossing your arms and shrugging your shoulders as a sign that there's really not much to say. "Oh seriously you're in on this too!?" Steve exclaims in a flabbergasted tone, "I don't know what to say Steve, it sounds like a really good plan". "Yea a good plan to get us killed". "We're not gonna die okay they know what they're doing!". "Yes imma let a bunch of kids guide me into saving the world, yea sure why not jump off a cliff while I'm at it!",

you and Steve bicker back and forth till you finally give in just to calm Steve down and to get him to shut up, "alright kids you heard him, this plan just might get us killed, steve and only steve thinks its best for us to stay put here" you say in a very rude tone to show that you also dont approved of steves idea, "but-" lucas wanted to say something but went completely quiet when you gave him a look to not talk back "we understand". "fine". "Sure". "Whatever" was the only response you got from the kids as they all got up from the floor but completely halted in their steps when they heard a very loud engine outside...

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"okay that doesn't even count, they kids were getting used to me at that time so they just don't understand how scary I can get, they listen to me. I know they do it's just y'all aren't around or y'all don't remember" Steve says still trying to defend himself which causes you and Robin to laugh at Steve's attempt. "You're right that's one of the many times that the kids listened to y/n but if you want I can go on and on and on" Robin says trying to rile Steve up and laughing through her sentence, "okay you know what I think it's time for us to pick up the food" Steve says before walking into the living room filled with many people that just seem to be in their own world, "alright who wants to come with me and get the food?.." steve says loud enough for then to hear but there still was no response given to him, you weren't even sure if they heard him. "HEY! Who wants to go with Steve and pick up the food!?" You say loudly which caused everyone's attention on you and still no response but instead everyone is looking at each other to see who's willing to volunteer and go with Steve, "no one? Okay... Dustin go with Steve" you say short and simple which caused Dustin to let out a dramatic groan, "why do I gotta go, make Mike go or max go" Dustin whines to you, "no complaints now get up and get the food. NOW!?" you reply to Dustin's complaints and say the last part loudly since you didn't see him move until you raised your voice.

You then walked up to Steve giving him a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek before walking to the bathroom. Everyone goes back to their own world again and Steve still is a little mad at the fact that the kids do only listen to you and never Steve.

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Everyone's back at the dining table and there is not a single moment that's silent. Everything is everywhere. Things being passed around in front of everyone, people calling other people's attention from across the table and loud laughter filling the air. It didn't bother you at all, okay maybe a little but you also don't know how else you would prefer the kids to be.

You suddenly snap out of your little thoughts when max mentions your name. "Y/n literally wears the pants of the relationship" max tells Steve, who is still flabbergasted at the fact that the kids listen to only you, "no she doesn't, I think that me and her both are equal in our relationship, right babe" Steve then turns to you asking for your input and opinion, "max we're equal there's no one that wears the pants okay...but I do have to take the lead sometimes" you say the last part quietly but not quite enough for Steve to not hear. "Okay first of all you don't take the lead ALL the time and I wouldn't even put it as you taking the lead, more like you knowing what's better" Steve says defending himself, "oh so she does take the lead I knew it" Eddie then chimes in the conversation out of nowhere, "no she doesn't are you guys even listening to what I'm saying?!" Steve says in a frantic way since he feels as if he's being attacked.

"Wait you're telling me that throughout all the shit we've been through, y/n has always been the decision maker?!" Eddie says in a shocked tone from connecting dots in his mind, "what no of course I make decisions too, you guys act as if I don't do anything!?" Steve raises his voice slightly which causes max and Eddie to laugh out loudly which also causes everyone else's conversation to cut off and wanting to know what's so funny. "We didn't say you don't do anything, we're just saying that you mostly listen to y/n. It honestly seems as if she wears the pants in the relationship" Eddie says while still laughing, this causes others who have been listening to laugh too. "I think we all made it clear that y/n wears the pants, I mean like look at them" max says while gesturing her hands toward me and Steve which causes us to look at each other up and down.

"It's like Steve is the mom and y/n is the dad can we all make that clear" Robin says and everyone else agrees with a small response. "Wait what?" You say a little confused on how the subject can change fast but not the topic which was y'all two, you and Steve being the target and center of the conversation. "Yea I mean you guys are like an old married couple that love each other, I think that's pretty obvious right?" Lucas says that also has everyone else agreeing with him. "Steve is so strict and paranoid like a mom and y/n is so chill and a floater like a dad." Mike adds to Lucas's statement that causes Erica to butt in, "Steve yells at me for not taking my shoes off when I walk in, y/n doesn't even bat an eye about it" Erica's comment left Steve flabbergasted. This had Steve more aware of how motherly he's been acting through the past years. "So I'm the lame, no fun boring mom while y/n is the cool fun dad?!?" Steve asks as if clarification to make sure that what they're saying to him is correct. "Pretty much". "Yea honestly". "if the show fits". "Yea" was the response Steve gets from the kids, "that's so not true I can be fun. Matter in fact I'm totally fun it's just not with y'all. I'm so fun that you guys wouldn't be able to handle me." Steve rants about how fun he is just to prove that he's not a boring mom but that doesn't seem to get to the kids, "that's exactly what a mom would say" Dustin then says to stop Steve from going on and on about "how fun he is", and this time it left Steve silent, infact it left the whole table silent waiting to see what else Steve has left to say but clearly he had nothing.

The silence caused you to let out a little snort of laughter which caused everyone to look at you. Seeing Steve get terrorized by a bunch of kids was too funny to hold in that Steve himself laughed. With you and Steve laughing this caused everyone else to laugh along. Everyone then went back to their regular conversation as if nothing happened.

You then looked at Steve with a cocky grin, "I'm their favorite parent" you say while smirking at him, "don't start" Steve says while rolling his eyes playfully and chuckling.

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With everything that has happened in the last 15 hours, the party members calmly agreed to end the day off with a movie. Robin, max, Erica, and El had the couch while everyone else had the floor. The girls wanted you to be on the couch with them but you wanted to end the day with you being in Steve's arms. "Okay everyone brushed their teeth?" Steve asks before he gets himself comfortable and sitting on the floor next to you, "yes MOM" Will says in a joking way which caused Steve to let out a huff then laugh a little. "Come on guys leave him alone, lord knows how many grey hairs you're going to give him by 30" you say in a teasing tone that caused everyone to laugh. "Oooo you're lucky I love you" Steve says after turning off all the light and putting the movie on and laying next to you.

The movie goes on for a while until everyone is out cold. All the junk they ate today completely drained them out. "You know I don't mind being the mom anymore" Steve says all of a sudden, "really? Why's that?" You say a little curious about the sudden change of opinion, "it lets me know that the kids know that I care for them even if it means I'm not fun." Steve says in a low voice trying not to wake everyone up, "I think they already know that you care for them. They just say that to get a rise out of you", you say letting out a breathy laugh that you covered with your mouth. "At least they aren't scared of me" Steve says trying to make himself feel better, "well at least they think I'm fun" you reply back in an instant to Steve's remark. "At least we're viewed as their parents" Steve says looking into your eyes with a boyish grin. "You know what, you're right, at least they look up to us" you reply back to Steve before leaning in to kiss him which Steve kissed back in an instant.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!?!" Mike exclaims in a loud tone since he just caught you and Steve making out AGAIN.

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Pls don't be a silent reader and I hope u enjoyed

[kindheart525]

One cold winter’s night, the Shy family was gathered to enjoy their Hanukkah festivities, feasting on latkes and sufganiyot under the menorah’s warm glow. It was as joyful a time as ever, all celebrating in the (mostly) quiet way their family did.

Except for the youngest child Rosemary, who lay curled up in her grandparents’ armchair with chocolate on her face and an ache in her belly.

“Oh dear!” Her Bubbe, Posey Petals, exclaimed in a whisper. “Has someone had too much chocolate gelt? Honey, did we give her too many?”

She whispered to her husband in an even more hushed voice, but Rosemary could still hear her as she struggled to sit up.

“No! No, it wasn’t too many! I…I want more!”

Even she knew she didn’t really want more, but part of her feared that Bubbe and Zadye would give her less candy next time if they knew what too much had done to her tonight. Plus, Sandpiper and Uncle Zephyr and all the others were in the other room and she didn’t want them to think she was weak if they saw her in this state.

“Sorry Rosie, it looks like we’re out!”

Her Zadye, Gentle Nimbus, looked through the empty bag that once stored all their candy. The children weren’t greedy with it. No, they had no reason to be when they had ponies to spoil them rotten and give them more than they could ever ask for, like grandparents do.

“Hmm…I have an idea, then!” Posey lit up. “I’ll only be one moment.”

As his wife went into the kitchen, Nimbus unfolded their special Hanukkah throw blanket from the couch and brought it to Rosemary. She was surrounded by wrappers from her chocolate gelt, but significantly fewer than what she was given.

“Oh my, did you eat them with the wrappers on?”

Rosemary blushed in embarrassment.

“They were just so shiny! It looked as yummy as the chocolate!”

While some grandparents might respond with a warning about such behavior making the stomach ache worse, Nimbus wouldn’t have dreamed of putting even the tiniest dent in his grandbaby’s enthusiasm. Plus, he had read that dragons liked to eat gems, so maybe other shiny things also fell in that category.

“I’m back, dear, I hope I wasn’t too long.”

A whisper sounded behind her as her Bubbe appeared, flying with a bowl of hot matzah soup in her hooves.

“My little dragon has had a nice, big hoard of chocolate tonight. Now maybe she should try hoarding matzah balls instead!”

Rosemary accepted the bowl eagerly, not even bothering to blow on it before she started eating. Her insides were built for the heat; in fact, it felt good. Better than she thought she’d be able to feel for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t just the soup, but the loving attention of her grandparents as her Zadye tucked her in with the soft blanket and her Bubbe helped her eat as much as she needed. 

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

Her Zadye asked once she was almost done with her bowl.

“I can get you some more, if you want it,” her Bubbe offered.

Rosemary smiled at them, her stomach ache gone and now replaced with a warm, sleepy feeling that covered her just like the blanket. It overpowered any craving for soup she might have had left as she yawned.

“Can I have some tomorrow?”

Her grandparents smiled at her like “yes” was the only option there could be.

“Of course, dear. It’ll be right here waiting for you.”

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[wickedwitchofthewilds]

Day 3: Monstrous Bugs

Relationship: Draven/Lucas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 950 Tags: human/monster relationship, drider, anal sex, smut, non-human anatomy

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The sticky web of the hammock stuck to his thighs. Lucas carefully shifted, wincing as the web divested him of a few curly hairs. A spindly leg tapped his thigh as Draven chuckled. Lucas listened to the rumbling sound, his ear pressed firmly to Draven's chest.

"What's funny?" Lucas grumbled.

"I told you to bring a blanket with you, then you wouldn't stick to the web."

"Are you kidding? I love getting a free waxing every time I move," Lucas huffed. "It’s hot in the attic. You're warm. Adding a blanket would suffocate me. You could come downstairs, you know. At least during the summer months."

Draven sighed. "I would but I wouldn't want to destroy your hoard of tiny porcelain objects—"

"It's a collection," Lucas stressed the word. "And I haven't been able to find cabinets that I like yet, but I will."

Draven sank his slender fingers into Lucas' soft curls and gently scratched his scalp. "I don't know how you manage to acquire so many breakable things."

"Flea markets, antique shops, garage sales," Lucas said, yawning as the warm air began to lull him to sleep. "A lot of people trying to get rid of Grandma's knickknacks."

"Keep it up and you will turn into a grandma," Draven teased.

Lucas' reply was lost as Draven cradled the man close, his heat and the gentle rumble of his chest luring Lucas to sleep.

Lucas pulled the rope to lower the attic ladder. He bounced on the soles of his feet, excited to show Draven what he had been working on for the past few weeks. "Care to come down?" he called out.

"Is it safe?" Draven poked his out of the opening, his silky black hair hanging in a curtain around his face. Eight black eyes looked around empty hallways. "Where are your things?"

"I found the curios I wanted and moved most of my collection to my office," Lucas gestured to a closed door at the end of the hall. "I also moved things around in the living room to give you more room and you should come down so I can show you the bedroom."

Draven carefully lowered his bulbous lower half out of the opening, his hands gripping the ladder and his legs feeling around the space so he didn't bump into anything.

"It is a good thing I am smaller than most Drider," Draven remarked. "Otherwise, I would not even fit in the hallway."

"Lucky me." Lucas grinned, waving for Draven to follow him to the suite. He was thankful for the double doors leading into the room so Draven wouldn't have trouble entering and he threw them open.

Draven paused in the doorway.

Lucas had spent the last week rearranging things so he could clear everything out of his room except for his bed and nightstands. His walk-in closet held his clothes and private things, organizing that had frustrated him more than once, leaving him quite a bit of room without a dresser taking up part of the wall. The bed sat close to the bathroom and closet doors, opening up a corner of the room for Draven to spin a web hammock big enough for the both of them.

"What do you think?" Lucas asked.

"You did this for me?"

The tips of Lucas' ears darkened. "Of course. We both live here."

Draven leaned over and cradled Lucas' face with spindly fingers. He brushed his lips over Lucas'. "Thank you," he murmured, his fangs pressing into Lucas' bottom lip.

"It was nothing," Lucas mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss.

Draven chuckled. "Have I told you that I love how eager you are?" He slipped his hands underneath Lucas' teal tank top. "Always thinking of others. Always aiming to please."

"Are you pleased?"

"Let me show you." Draven peeled the tank off Lucas and tossed it to the floor. It took less than a minute to strip Lucas bare and lift him up to Draven's chest.

Smoky grey skin pressed against golden skin. Draven held him close, trapping Lucas' cock between their abdomens. Resting his forehead against Draven's, Lucas glanced down at the slick swollen folds framing the thin barbed cock that emerged from them. He remembered the hours spent researching Drider anatomy when he realized his attraction to Draven. The barbs had scared him. Surely they had to hurt. He had been more than a little surprised to find they were soft, reminding him of silicone, and the way he had convulsed when they dragged over his prostate made him an instant fan.

Lucas nuzzled Draven's neck, the small soft hairs tickling his nose. His teeth found a taut stretch of skin as the familiar barbs pressed against his entrance, slick with the thick warm fluids that coated Draven's folds.

"Oh God," Lucas moaned, as Draven inched his way inside, always so careful not to hurt him.

Draven sighed. "I think I'm going to keep you," he rumbled. "Build a web just for us in the corner. Bury my cock in you whenever you want. I won't even make you beg for it because you're so good. Always so good for me."

Lucas panted, legs trembling, willing Draven to go faster. To fill him up. He wanted to feel every bit of that delicious cock inside of him.

"Would you like that, Lucas?" Draven teased, angling his hips in such a way that the barbs pressed against the sensitive spot inside Lucas.

"Keep me," Lucas begged, placing wet, sloppy kisses on Draven's jaw. "Please, keep me."

"Always," Draven promised, pulling Lucas down until wet folds rested against the curve of Lucas' ass. He touched his forehead to Lucas'. "Always."

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 1.6k 

Rating: 16+

Genre: Fluff; Smut

AU: non-idol! AU; established relationship AU!

Warnings: soft (!) Dirty Talk; sweetest Taehyung alive; virgin! Reader; Petnames; both of them getting turned on by a sex-scene in a movie; talk about sexual fantasies; mentions of oral (female receiving); mentions of vaginal intercourse; slight talk about boundaries 

Summary: It’s Sunday afternoon and Taehyung and you are watching a romantic historical movie for your quality cuddle time. This movie also includes a sensual & erotic scene which has some kind of effect on both of you. It leads to a talk where Taehyung tells you his dreams and fantasies, what he wants to do with you, whenever you feel ready for this step...

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It is a lazy Sunday afternoon, where Taehyung and you decided to watch a movie and cuddle under the mountains of pillows and blankets you hoard in your room, preferably on your bed. Your boyfriend knows that you have a weak spot for everything that takes place in a historical era and includes a more or less dramatic and cheesy lovestory. He doesn’t mind, he loves to see your beautiful face lighten up when he mentions that he found a new movie of Netflix which might raise your interest and you get all exited about it, to watch it here and now.  

For today you both choose the movie “A little chaos” for your weekly couple cuddle time and you enjoy it a lot. The love story, the historical background, the beautiful ball gowns and all of that in the warm arms of Taehyung. It’s simply a perfect afternoon and you couldn’t be happier in this moment. 

The sweet and innocent kisses and touches you shared with each other beforehand, pauses in the moment where the two main protagonists, André and Sabine, gets closer to each other... very close, uhm, up to the point where they begin to undress their lover. Your breath quicken when you feel how Taehyung’s arms pull you tighter against his broad chest. You’re so close to his heart now, you can listen to the rapid beats, faster than usually and you can sense that he got a little nervous by the scenery on the screen as well. His hands still rest well-mannered and behaved on your covered stomach, even though you can almost feel his hesistance to tell you something. 

You get pulled out of your stream of thoughts when soft moans finds their way out of the television speakers and fills the silent room with arousing noises. You gulp harshly and without noticing it by yourself, you rub your thighs together to ease the almost painful ache between your legs. This sweet, nowadays pretty simple lovemaking scene is doing something to your untouched body. You’re still a virgin and didn’t even touched yourself ‘properly enough’ to call it masturbation. You don’t know why it happens to be like that... it just happens? It’s not like you didn’t want to touch yourself because of other reasons, you simply never ‘desired’ to do it. Maybe just until now... now you feel an urge you’ve never felt before and you don’t know to handle it.

Taehyung knows all of that and actually encourage you to take your time until you are ready, he doesn’t want to push you in any way. Actually, he always tell you that you make the rules about your body, your sexuality and your individual experiences and make sure that you don’t feel insecure or pressed by society why you don’t have certain experiences yet, especially according to your age. That’s the reason he makes you feel so comfortable and safe, he always makes sure that you’re fine with every step you both make together in your relationship, your shared adventure. He always asks for your consent, even when it’s just a simple kiss. You love that about him, how gentle and attentive he is, sensing discomfort before you realize you weren’t 100% sure about his suggested step. Endless patience, never getting mad at you when you need more time for the next step than most other peoples. God, you love him so, so much! 

Taehyung reaches out for the Remote Control of the TV to lower the volume a little bit. The rest of the movie and what’s happening after the lovemaking scene blurries into each other, your thoughts can’t focus on the movie anymore, so it doesn’t bothers you.

“Baby... I hope it’s not intruding your personal space if I tell you... if I tell you that I’d cherish your body, when the time has come that you’d be ready for that step... just like André did to Sabine’s. Are you... are you comfortable if I tell you some of my fantasies I have... how I plan to make your first time beautiful and comfortable for you?”, Taehyung rasps mit your ear. His voice dropped significantly a few octaves, giving you the hint that he got the same feeling by watching this erotic and sensual scene just like you. 

A small hum leaves you throat, followed by a soft spoken “Yes”. You bite your lower lip, you’re terribly curious and exited to hear what he has planned for that special moment. 

With your verbal consent, Taehyung continues: “I thought often about how I could make this moment as enjoyable as possible for you... I dreamed about how I’d scatter countless kisses all over your gorgeous body, whispering praises into your ear, telling you how flawless and stunning you look... like my personal incarnate goddess. I know, I’ve never seen you naked before but I can guess that your body will be as beautiful as your wonderful soul. I want to explore you with all my senses. I want to kiss you... I want to taste you. I would love to feel your soft skin underneath my lips and my tongue, pleasing your sensitive spots with kisses, licks and sucks... To make your nipples oversensitive with my mouth before I leave a trail of kisses down your soft belly and go down on you... I hope you don’t mind if I tell you how often I thought about to eat you out, to settle between your soft thighs and please you with my tongue.” 

He pauses for a moment, waiting for your consent to carry on with his monologue. You nod slightly, a quiet “Please tell me more...” leaves your lips. 

“... I want to feel your body. Against my body and underneath my fingertips, admiring your beauty and pleasing you with my digits. I want to see your face twisting in pleasure... I want to treat you so good until you fall apart, so I can catch you when you come down from your high. I want to smell your body. You always smell so good and want to bury my nose in the crook of your neck, into your hair and moan into your ear when we connected our bodies, when I am inside of you... feeling you so snug and tightly wrapped around my length. I hope the fantasies of my daydreams meet your own expectations...”

Taehyung sighs deeply after he drew this images on both of your mind. You think, that his voice just dropped even lower while talking and he can’t deny it, it’s drenched in arousal. But there is no longing, no pressure, no intrusive thought to push you indirectly through this talk to let it finally happen. He is just talking about his fantasies but it’s ‘timeless’, he don’t care if you want to take the next step today or next week or in six months. You realize, you both took a new step, at least somehow. You’re talking about your sexual fantasies but without any expectations that it has to happen anytime soon. 

“...Taehyung?”, you ask with a slightly trembling voice, gnawing on your lower lip. Yes, his spoken words did definitely something to you. Something that you didn’t felt until now and it urges you to take care of. Your body feels so, so hot and the feeling in the pit of your stomach drives you almost insane. Well, you may never have experienced it by yourself yet but you can guess that it’s sexual desire. Also, you know that Taehyung would never take advantage of your inexperience, that’s the reason why you feel so safe in his arms even when your body reactions confuses you a lot. 

“Yes, Honey?”

“...would you... would you mind if we take a new step today... now?”, you ask softly, a little nevousness makes your voice slightly tremble. 

“What kind of new step, Baby?”, Taehyung asks you gently and turn you around, so you can face him. You smile shyly, wetting you’re lips more often as usual and make them look so terribly kissable. 

“Maybe... maybe exploring each other’s body? Only if you want to of course! Maybe undressing each other and feeling the soft skin of the other one underneath our palms... Kissing other body parts than just the lips... making each other feel really good. I- uhm.. right now my body feels like it’s burning inside out and I think only you can take care of it properly... and maybe teach me how I can take care of it in the future as well...”, you mumble, almost wispering it into his ear. 

“...that sounds amazing... are you sure you want this? It wasn’t my intention to cause this to happen when I told you that... you don’t owe me anything, Baby. You know that right?”, he wispers in his hoarse voice back, cupping your face in his hands and looking into your eyes with pure honesty. 

“I know that, Taehyung. I know that you wouldn’t take any advantage of me. I am very thankful for that, really. But I am more than sure that I am ready to go a step further... together with you and your help.” 

“Oh Baby... anything for you. Tell me what you want me to do for you.”

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

Black lace and property damage

Summary: With your messy work hours, Bucky’s consistently inconsistent mission schedule, and those basic life tasks you’re both ignoring (when was the last time he actually bought a new toothbrush?), the simple act of just being together has been shunted to the side. Bucky’s officially starting to panic.  

Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: SMUT, 18+. Sweet sex, awkward sex, some dirty sex, some sex on a car. Basically sex. Swearing. Bucky wearing a white t-shirt and dog tags. My sketchy automotive knowledge.

A/N: This story is sort of an ode to anyone struggling to make time for your person. Life gets busy, so don’t be afraid to get creative. Also sometimes sex goes smooth and perfect, but often it comes with mishaps and giggles. Both ways are great, Bucky says just roll with it!

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*****

The porch light above the front door is out.

Was he supposed to change that before he left?

--

“I’m not touching it Bucky, there are spiders up there. Big ones. The kind that give you rabies.”

“Spiders don’t have rabies.”

“No one’s ever proven that.”

--

Dammit. Yeah, he was.

Picturing you stumbling up the porch, using the pathetic flashlight on your phone to light the way, Bucky feels like a world class, Grade A jackass. He needs to make it up to you.

Good thing he has plenty of ideas for that.

“Please be home,” he mutters, “please be home, please dear god be fucking home.”

Fingers crossed, he kicks the door open and calls out a hopeful hello.

An empty echo returns.

Bucky blows out a frustrated breath.

Figures.

Slogging down the dark hallway, he slings his bag on the kitchen table with a thud. Grenade pins, bullet casings, fun size candy bar wrappers, and handfuls of beer bottle caps rattle loose in the army green canvas and he grimaces.

One of these days, maybe, just fucking maybe, he’ll convince Natasha to stop using his bags as her garbage bin.

Ignoring that disaster zone (a problem for future Bucky), he wanders over to the sink, where he spies a small tableau on the counter. Propped up beside his favorite coffee mug, the one with sparkly pink letters proclaiming “Bitch, I’m Fabulous”, is a folded piece of paper, his name scrawled across the front.

He flips it open.

“Hey Bucky Bear. Don’t let your sexy ass fall asleep before I get home, I have a surprise!”

Drawn under your bubbly letters, he finds two stick figures entangled in an outrageously lewd sex act. Tracing tender fingers over the very obviously male stick figure (you never were very subtle), he grins so hard his cheeks ache. Leaning on the counter, he sniffs the letter because he’s a sentimental sap and it smells like your Cherry-Almond lotion, and drops his head in his arms.

“So tired,” he whines softly, voice muffled against sleek granite.

Three weeks. That was the last mission. Three weeks, even though Steve guaranteed Bucky three days max. Of course, two days into the mission Bucky remembered that Steve Rogers is an accomplished liar, so instead he spent three exhausting weeks dodging bullets, rewashing all his underwear, and hysterically rationing his bag of fun size candy bars.

Finally home, he wants to forget everything and sink into the post-mission domesticity he dreams about when he’s stuck in some dank motel on the corner of Fuck This and No One Cares. The routine is simple. A scalding hot shower, burrito wrapping himself in the feather duvet, making out with you for a few hours, taking a break to eat some pizza, and then fucking you so hard he breaks the brand new headboard he made for you last month (actually the third headboard he’s made...a fact he smugly reports to anyone and everyone).

And after all that fun, he wants to sleep. Maybe two full days. Or five. Tops.

Is that asking too much?

“No,” he sighs out loud. “It’s not.”

Carefully folding the cartoon and your sweet message, he kisses the paper and tucks it in his back pocket.

No way he’s falling asleep before he sees you. Nope. Nada. Negative. Totally not happening.

Pepping himself up, he goes to work, whizzing through his homecoming task list.

Blood-stained tac clothes go in the washer with three cups of bleach. Guns and knives are wiped down and polished. The contents of the dirty green canvas bag are unceremoniously trashed. The spider infested porch light is changed (with only three furry sightings). The shower is set to a blistering temp and he hangs out in there for an hour, soaping his hair into a foamy mohawk, belting out a few showtunes with his shampoo bottle microphone.

Scrubbed fresh and clean, he flops on the bed with his Starkpad and opens up Netflix, searching for something to keep him awake. Several scrolls later, he finds Brooklyn 99 and settles in for a laugh.

Confident in his ability to resist the appealing pull of sleep scratching at his brain, he takes a slurp of the Super Double Big Gulp sized coffee on his nightstand and stretches his eyes wide open.

Staying awake. Piece of cake.

Ten minutes later, Bucky’s fast asleep.

*****

When his eyes pop open, the room is dark. He feels tipsy, sleep drunk on his first uninterrupted hours of rest in weeks.

Beside him, he feels the cozy pressure of another body. Glancing down, he finds you curled under the sheets at his side, your face smushed against his arm, steady breaths fogging the gleaming metal.

Asleep.

Bucky grits his teeth. Squeezes his eyes shut. One thing. You asked him to do one thing.

God. Dammit.

Furious with his lame old man ass, he almost wakes you up. Almost. But then he swallows that desire and thinks.

Before he got married, Bucky read every relationship advice book under the sun. He gets the importance of keeping the romance alive. He knows you need to cherish your person, make them a priority, shower them with love. He knows. He gets it. He watches Oprah, for fuck’s sake. Relationships take work.

But lately? This is life.

With your messy work hours, Bucky’s consistently inconsistent mission schedule, and those basic life tasks you’re both ignoring (when was the last time he actually bought a new toothbrush?), the simple act of just being together has been shunted to the side.

Bucky’s officially starting to panic.

Although, he muses, eyes lingering on the innocent curve of your mouth, the chaos has forced both of you to get more…creative.

He grins.

It was you who instigated it the first time. He was lying in a dingy motel bed when you nervously offered.

--

“Hey, um…do think maybe you’d…like…would you…uh…”

“Spit it out babe.”

“Doyouwannatryphonesex?”

--

An anxious slur so fast, he nearly misses the question. He remembers that beat of hesitation, before you dove in headfirst, telling him in obscenely explicit detail exactly what you wanted to do to him. He was so shocked he dropped the phone and had to naked crawl under the grimy mattress to fish it out.

He must’ve jerked off five times that night. Replaying your filthy words. Remembering the quiet whimpers as you came on your fingers, gasping out his name. What a treat.

Sexting soon followed, accompanied by a plethora of nudes. None from you of course, because as you always remind him, you’re a lady, but Bucky? He gets irrational joy from sending them. They come in a variety of close-ups and poses, several which Sam accidentally discovered when he walked in on Bucky prancing around naked, searching for his best angle.

Sam always knocks now.

But sometimes words and pictures aren’t enough. Sometimes you need the soothing weight of someone in your arms. The scent of sweaty skin beneath your nose. Hot breaths of pleasure in your ear and the touch of a cool tongue licking across a heated body.

Sometimes he just needs you.

Could he wake you up? Sure. He knows you wouldn’t mind, you’ve told him a thousand times. But he also knows how tired you’ve been, and he can’t bring himself to shake you awake, selfishly stealing those bits of recovery you need.

So instead, he searches for something to keep him occupied.

He tries reading Game of Thrones again and gets nowhere. Thinks yet again someone needs to get George R.R. Martin an editor.

He flicks on his phone and covertly watches PornHub on mute. Seriously debates whether he can get away with jerking off while you’re sleeping because hey, Bucky Barnes is nothing if not stealthy.

He stares up at the ceiling and tries to see how long he can hold his breath. He gets 2 minutes and 8 seconds (a new record) before giving up.

In the end, he rolls onto his side stares intently at you. Wills you to wake up on your own. Come on baby, please.

But nothing works, and when sleep still doesn’t come, he decides to be productive. Crawling carefully from the bed, he smothers a laugh when you curl instantly into the warm mattress dip of his body, burrowing further under the blankets and unconsciously stealing his pillow. Most mornings Bucky wakes up hanging off the bed, no blankets or pillows to his name, while you’re swathed in comfort, cold toes shoved beneath his belly.

Maybe he should be annoyed. Except every time he looks at you, he forgets how to scowl.

Love is weird.

Rummaging silently through the closet, he unearths a threadbare pair of jeans and an oil stained t-shirt, slips into his worn leather boots. He drops a light kiss on your forehead, brushing a finger down the curve of your neck. Smiles to himself when you snuffle a quiet snore.

And he heads out the backdoor, down the weatherworn brick to the garage out back.

It was an added bonus when he bought the house. An unanticipated domestic perk. Hell, he never thought he’d find someone would actually date him, let alone someone who wanted to marry him and buy a house with him and accept his penchant for hoarding things in a rickety old garage (come on, I grew up in the Depression and I need this, he whines every time you take him to Target).  

Thank god you said yes. He’s the luckiest jerk in the world.

Flicking on the garage light, Bucky still gets a little thrill. The entire place is an homage to eclectic, random artifacts, from the box of ugly 1970s vases he found at a flea market, to the fishing equipment he insisted on buying and has yet to use, to the sack of broken seashells you drunkenly collected on your honeymoon in Costa Rica.

In the midst of the swirl sits his pride and joy. Cherry red paint, black leather seats, a tad dusty, full of potential.

The 1969 Camaro looks like a teenage wet dream.

He remembers the day he brought it home, that surge of macho pride when your eyes lit up. After you slapped his ass and told him how sexy the car was, he reveled in your admiration for maybe 10 seconds, before hauling you back to the house and under the sheets. Took several hours before you both came up for air.

That was a good time, he thinks dreamily.

The car attracted his friends as well. Sam and Steve brought over a celebratory case of beer and stood by while Bucky explained the changes he had planned. Steve gave a few sage nods, while Sam helpfully threw out words like fuel injector now and then. Neither had a fucking clue what was happening, but Bucky graciously let them fake it.

Tony also saw the car once. Got a fervent gleam in his eye and started to say the phrase jet fuel, before Bucky ushered him out the door. Tony doesn’t get to see the car anymore.

There are still plenty of fixes to make, but for tonight he takes it easy. Flips on the ancient radio perched above the workbench and flops down on a rolling seat, sliding under the Camaro to tinker around. He goes to work, lets the crackle of the radio and the mechanical puzzle lull him into focus mode.  

So intent on the task at hand, he barely hears the garage door opening.

The click of a shoe alerts him too late and he freezes, gripping his wrench tight. Muscles tense, garage floor plans and fight scenarios flooding his brain.

“Bucky? Do you have a sec?”

His breath whooshes in relief at your voice. A silly grin bubbles up because you’re finally awake, until he tilts his head sideways, peering out from under the car to see your feet.

Black high heels.

Stomach sinking, Bucky closes his eyes. Back to work then. Motherfucker. He missed his chance again.

Swallowing down the bitter disappointment, he croaks out a plea.

“Hey babe, do you gotta go back to the office so soon? Can you just - “

Click click and you step between his legs. Firm hands clutch the oil stained fabric at his knees and you pull. The seat rolls easily and he slides free, squinting up at you in the dim light.

The words die on his lips.

Black high heels, yes.

And.

Lacy black underwear, the sides held together with thick satin ribbons. A lacy black bra, your breasts threatening to spill out.

Gorgeous, devilish smile.

Fingering the wide satin bow between your breasts, you tease a light tug and Bucky starts sweating like a virgin on prom night. His wrench slips from numb fingers, thunking him in the nuts and clattering away.

“Shit,” he grunts. There’s a moment of confusion on whether the fresh ache in his balls is from the punch of the wrench, or tantalizing swathes of skin before him, but then you say his name and he figures it out pretty fucking fast.

“Hey Bucky Bear,” you purr, in that raspy voice he loves. “Still want that surprise I promised?”

Palming himself roughly, Bucky adjusts the suddenly tight front of his jeans, eyeing you with a lusty smile. Fuck yes, he wants his surprise. He wants everything about you.

“You bet your sweet ass I do. What’d you have in mind?”

“I have some ideas,” you say playfully. Stepping closer, slipping your fingers into his silky hair, he leans into the touch. “And I promise we’ll get to them. But first, how about you stay down there and maybe show me how much you missed me?”

Torn, Bucky looks down at his oil stained fingers. They spasm, clutching the edge of the seat so tight the metal bends. His voice drops several octaves.

“Babe, I - shit, I’m gonna kill the mood here, but my hands are all dirty, I should wash ‘em first,” he apologizes. Rolling your eyes, you shift closer until the edge of his nose is a mere inch from the delicate lace panties.

“I’m not asking for your hands, soldier. You have a mouth. Get creative.”

Bucky’s jaw drops. Sassy and domineering? And nearly naked?

Hell yes, his dick shouts. Here we fucking go.

Warm and cool, tentative fingertips press into the smooth skin behind your knees, stroking higher until he’s plucking the satin ribbons and pulling. It feels like Christmas morning when the knot slowly breaks apart, whispers of satin and lace floating to the ground.

Nosing against your core, he inhales, long and deep. A low growl rumbles, rough hands gripping your hips tight and heat explodes across your skin when his tongue presses into your folds, licking over your clit.

“God,” your moan is dark, desperately breathless, “keep - that feels so good, Bucky, keep going, please, been way too long.”

Bucky gives a fervent nod of agreement, strands of his dark hair tickling your thighs. When was the last time he did this? Nah, you know what? If he has to ask, it’s been too long.

From now on, the only correct answer should be every damn day.

He feels you moving his head, guiding him exactly where you need him most, and he hums hungrily. Shoves his tongue deeper. He adores when you take charge, using him, his mouth or his fingers or his dick, to get yourself off. He loves it, dreams about it, wishes you would let him film it just one time (because sometimes missions last three weeks not three days Steve).

But until then, he devotes himself to making it perfect because you deserve perfect.

Fast, firm flicks of the tongue. Long, leisurely strokes, licking you slow and sweet. Rough pressure, his plush pink lips sucking tight around your clit. So good.

Your eyes fall closed as his tongue moves faster, quicker, pushing you closer closer closer -  

No, that won’t do. Cold metal lightly pinches your ass, a bid for attention. Chest heaving, you open your eyes.

Bright eyed and eager, Bucky gazes up from between your legs, looking thoroughly debauched. White t-shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, dark hair mussed in your fingers, an obvious erection straining his jeans.

So close, you’re so close, right on the edge, just another second -

He knows, of course. Could always play you like a fiddle. He cocks a challenging eyebrow, sucks your clit between his teeth -

“Oh god, Bucky, fuck,” you moan. Weak knees buckle and his hands clutch your ass, keeping you upright and open. He never stops licking, swirling that talented tongue to draw out the bursts and shocks of pleasure until you’re gasping. When he’s wrung every drop from you, he kisses the sensitive bud and tips his head back with an arrogant smirk.

Legs like jelly, you promptly collapse into his lap.

The momentum of the fall sends the rolling seat flying. Busy being chivalrous and keeping you from tumbling headfirst onto dirty concrete, Bucky lets the wheels send him whizzing backward. His head smacks the door handle with a sharp thwack.

“Ow,” he grunts.

“Sorry,” you pant. Struggling for breath, wrapped in the haze of post orgasm bliss, you cuddle against him, soaking up his warmth. “Want me to rub it?”

Massaging his head, he wrinkles his nose. “Maybe. Depends on what you’re offering to rub.”

“Dealer’s choice,” you sass, and Bucky barks out a laugh. Wandering hands skim lightly over your shoulders, fingering the straps of the lacy bra, feather light trails along your collarbone, to the satin bow between your breaks. Tugging impatiently, he smiles when it unwinds, your breasts spilling free.

“Well, how about I take my pants off, we get in the backseat of this car, and you rub whatever you find.”

“Intriguing. What happens after I finish rubbing whatever…pokes my fancy?”

Bucky dips his head, takes your nipple between his lips, sucking gently. The feel of his wet mouth has you squirming closer until he pauses to offer an option.

“Maybe we fuck like a couple horny teenagers?”

“You’re killing me with the romance here, Barnes,” you say drily and he chuckles. “But I was maybe thinking something different.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

Licking a lazy strip between your breasts, he kisses up, up, up, until his tongue finds the hammering pulse of your heartbeat. Bemused, he hears your voice falter, before bravely offering your idea.

“I was thinking maybe I sit on the hood of your pretty red car, and – and you spread my legs and fuck me so good, I can’t walk for a week.”

Startled, Bucky pulls back. Excitement explodes in his chest.

“You - really? Seriously? That’s what you want?”

“Yep,” you confirm, palpable relief at successfully executing the dirty request. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Bucky plants a sloppy kiss on the tip of your nose. Wiggles his eyebrows and winks.

“Well god damn. You got it sweet cheeks.”

Wasting no time, he pushes off the ground and you kick your heels off, wrapping your legs around his waist. He huffs out a blissful moan when you suck a string of hickeys down his neck, grinding against you as he stumbles to the front of the car. Without thinking, he drops you on the shiny red hood and -

“Cold!”

Icy metal meets your bare ass. There’s a panicked scramble back into his arms and he manages to catch you, until your flailing upper cut cracks his jaw. It sends him off balance, tripping forward to smack his kneecaps on the Camaro’s fancy new grill. A grating screech tears the air and the grill rattles to the floor, the metallic clang bouncing off the walls.

Flinching, you peer up at him as it fades away.

Bucky’s nose twitches.

In all his fantasies (and there are many, because you are one sexy piece of ass), this shit never happens. Every sexcapade is effortlessly smooth, sensual and steamy, where you both look great, not a hair out of place, no oil-stained hands or unintended destruction of expensive vintage cars.

In reality, it seems like something always goes sideways. One of his nipples gets gouged by your fingernail or the silk from your negligee gets caught in the plates of his arm, or one of his perfectly aimed thrusts sends you both toppling off the bed. Sometimes he wonders if this is just the two of you? Do other people have perfectly orchestrated sex lives? Is porn not a true mirror of real life?

Is porn a lie?

Maybe he should watch more porn and form a more educated opinion.

For now, he takes in your crestfallen expression, vehemently shaking his head when you try to apologize.

“Buck, I’m sorry, I -“

Holding up a stern hand, he stops you cold. Sets you on your feet, gallantly whipping off his shirt, and spreading it on the shiny red paint. This time when he sets you on the hood, you lay back until the familiar scent of his cologne hugs you close. Bucky lifts your feet, propping each on the hood, spreading your legs open. He leans in close, a pink flush spreading over his chest, crawling up his throat, blue eyes turning dark.  

“Listen to me. Don’t ever apologize, okay? You’re worth more than this old junker.” A crooked smile tilts his mouth, his voice as soft as the lips now brushing yours. “You’re priceless. You understand?”

“Okay,” you murmur. Fingers dance lightly up the hard planes of his stomach, wrapping around the chain of his old dog tags. “I understand.”  

Bucky nods, watching your eyes drift down, drinking him up. He lives for that look. Sets him on fire, to watch you ogle him. When your eyes skate down his right side, he flexes his forearm a bit, because he knows it turns you on.   

A swift tug of the chain and he dips easily, mouth slanting over yours. There’s a faint sound of teeth clacking together, and he stifles a laugh at your excitement. Deep kisses, stoking that simmering fire sitting right below the surface. Your lips part and he slides inside, curling his tongue around yours, pulling away to lick along the corner of your mouth, to suck your bottom lip between his teeth.

The thought appears, same as when he had his mouth between your legs. How long has it been since the two of you just made out like this? Same answer? Too fucking long?

This is definitely happening more often.  

He feels your eager fingers reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open, slipping your hand inside. Cool fingers wrap tight around his cock, the other hand wandering down to squeeze a handful of his ass. Bucky hurriedly shimmies his pants to his knees, sets both hands on the car and leans forward, tipping his face down, touching his forehead to yours. Blue eyes flutter closed, breath hitching while he concentrates on the feel of your capable hands, slow strokes along his length, slicker with each tug.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he grits out. “Can you - damn that’s good - can you, there, bit lower -“

Ragged pants melt into a low groan when you slip your hand from the death grip on his ass to cup his balls, rolling them against your palm.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yes, fuck yes, just like that,” he hisses, thrusting into your hands. “Can you - can you pull just a little-“

He stammers the question, ignoring your amused hum. It was a quirk, one he discovered early in the relationship. It came out of the blue, a bashful request during a romp in the sheets, but for some reason, Bucky has a thing for having his balls tugged. Not hard (which was also discovered after an unconsciously rough yank had him squealing in pain), but more of a soft squeeze, followed by a slow pull.

Like how you squeeze an overripe banana, he had explained later, gingerly massaging his balls. Not so hard it squishes.

Many entertaining attempts later, and he swears you have the move patented. Stroking his dick faster, your thumb presses over his balls, before a careful pull. Tipping his head back, Bucky stares glass eyed at the ceiling, lost in pleasure, pushing himself into your firm grip.  

“Feel good?” you murmur.

“Yeah. Yes, so good, so god damn good ,” he chokes out. Faster, harder, faster - and then a strangled gasp and panicked blue eyes catch yours. “Wait, too good, it’s too good! Don’t wanna come yet, hang on! Need to be inside you first.”

He grabs your wrists, the thwarted sting of a denied orgasm obvious in the grind of his teeth. Both of you look down to where your hands are wrapped around him, one still kneading his balls, the other curled around the velvety hot skin of his cock.

“Okay,” you say, looking him up and down. “Fine, but - you’re so sexy, Bucky. And I love your balls.”

Bucky nods furiously, gulping a deep lungful of air. His ass cheeks are twitching.

“I love that you love them, I really do. But babe, I need you to let go of my balls or I’ll come all over your hand,” he rasps, wiggling away. Releasing him, your hands run up his chest, twining around his neck, dragging his sweat damp chest flush against you.

“If I must,” you agree, smiling into his lips. Bucky relaxes into you, the slow melt of tongues follows, the kind where a kiss bounces around, until it finds the perfect rhythm. His hands trace up the line of your arms, unlocking your fingers and pulling them free. Brushing his thumbs over your wrists, he bends close, kisses your knuckles.

And then he folds your arms above your head, pinning them down.  

“Keep them there, alright? Don’t move until I say you can.”

“Kinky. Yes sir,” you breathe. He smirks.

“You’d better watch it, you little deviant. I might get used to that.”

“Sorry…sir.”

Pulling you further down the hood, he rubs his cock between your legs, sliding himself between your folds until a slick sheen coats his skin. It startles a grunt from you when he abruptly shoves inside, sinking deep until his hips press flush to yours.  

He waits. Has to wait actually, because its been a long damn time and if he’s not careful he’s going to embarrass himself before he even gets started and holy shit, is this even real life? Is he dreaming?

Splayed out on the hood of his car, legs wide open, breasts wet from his tongue, black lace and crumpled satin ribbons. Arms pinned above the luscious skin bared just for him. Bucky stares between your legs, dry mouthed and dizzy.

“Come on, Bucky, please? Fuck me, please fuck me, I missed you so much.”

How could he ever resist this? You naked, writhing against the vivid red of his Camaro, moaning for him to fuck you, with his cock buried in your -

“Aw fucking hell,” he mutters. After so many weeks apart, he knows full well this won’t last long. It’s a damn good thing he has more than a few rounds in him.

Cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders back, he digs thick fingers into your thighs, pulls back nice and slow. He waits. Waits. Waits a bit longer because he likes to be an asshole and hear you beg.

“Bucky, come on -”

And he plunges into you, burying himself in the tight, silky heat of your cunt. Warm up over, no slow start. The pace he sets is rough, so deep he feels the pleasure licking down his spine and into his toes. Over and over, he slams into you until one particularly sharp thrust presses the tip of his cock against that perfect spot inside and you arch up with a broken cry. Hands scrabble above your heard, searching for anything to hold onto, finding something flexible.

With a plastic snap, the windshield wiper blade breaks off in your hand.

Bucky stutters to a halt, blinking sweat from his eyes when he sees the look of horror on your face. The apology is still forming when he snatches the plastic from your fingers, throwing it aside.

“Don’t care,” he grunts. Giving you no time to argue, he wraps his hands behind your knees and raises your hips, fucking into you faster. The filthy echo of sweat slick skin accompanies his breathless order. “Touch yourself. Let me watch.”

A frantic agreement and one hand slips between your legs, the other cupping your breast. Frantic circles over the swollen bud, trembling fingers plucking at a pebbled nipple. Bucky watches greedily, eyes flickering back and forth, memorizing those things that bring you pleasure, fantastically dirty memories to replay on a rainy day.

“Bucky,” desperate fingers rub your clit faster. “Keep going, please keep - keep doing that, I’m close, I’m so close, I’m -“

Sharp and sweet and unexpected, the orgasm crashes into you. Arching up, the low moan tears free, and Bucky slows, hypnotized by the sight of you shuddering beneath him.

“There you go, that’s it,” he urges hoarsely, before surging forward and capturing your lips in a wild kiss. Two more pumps of his hips and he stops, grinding against you until he comes with a heavy groan.

Silence fills the room, broken only with the sounds of harsh breaths and the wet rush of his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He rests his forehead between your breasts, listening to the staccato beat of your quick breaths, until you struggle up onto your elbows, pushing his sweaty hair away from his face.

“So I broke your car.”

He says nothing, but a moment later his shoulders begin to shake and suddenly he’s laughing, great rushing wheezes as he struggles for breath. Raising his head, he finds you nervously squinting down at him. He stretches up, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I got insurance. Just need to check my coverage for mildly destructive ‘I missed you’ sex.”

“You might consider expanding that policy. I’m just saying,” you suggest with a giggle and he snorts.

Quiet contentment blankets the stuffy garage, both of you basking in that tingly afterglow. Folding your hands behind his neck, you draw him close and Bucky nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Been tough lately,” he whispers, mouthing gently along your throat. “Trying to find time together.”

Nodding slowly, your smile turns wistful.

“Yeah…guess it makes any time we get even better. Right? It doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as we’re doing it together.”

Bucky feels a lump in his throat (the kind that could easily dissolve into manly super soldier tears), and he gathers you in his arms, tucking you against his chest. When he answers, his voice cracks just a bit.

“Someone’s a sentimental sap.”

He hears your muffled laugh against his chest, feels you bite at his collarbone and he chuckles.

“I love you Bucky. And I’m really sorry I murdered your car.”

“I love you too, babe. I’m glad you came down here. Especially in that outfit.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

“Fuck yes I did. What spurred that idea, hmm?”

“I just don’t want to lose our spark,” you admit, snuggling closer. “When things get so busy, it’s easy to let things like this slide, and I don’t want you to - get bored, I guess. With us.”

Bucky thinks about all his relationship advice articles and the fact that he sometimes even prints them out and goes through with a yellow highlighter to capture the key points. Hearing your soft concern makes him fall even more in love with you.

Because this is important. This relationship, this love, this spark he was lucky enough to find with you, it’s the most important thing in his world. You are the most important thing in his world.

Brushing a knuckle down your cheek, he coaxes your chin up.

“I know it’s tough, always being on different schedules, but I want you to know, I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna want you. Nothing changes that. And if you ever doubt just how much I genuinely want to bang you all night long, then you say something. Deal?”

He boops your nose and you grin.

“Deal.”

“And honey, not that I’m complaining, trust me, but you don’t need to dress sexy to get me all reved up,” he shrugs. “You do that just by looking at me.”

“You do know how to charm the pants off a lady, Barnes.”

He throws his head back and laughs. Swings you up in his arms and calms your startled yelp with a kiss.

“Damn straight. Now how about we give that backseat a try. I think you mentioned wanting to rub something back there?”

*****

[smoresasaur]

February 13th 6:15 pm

The flower shop

Seeing as it was the day before valentines day, the flower shop was mainly filled with roses, tulips, daisies, orchids and carnations. Seeing he was out of costume it always was a surprise to see any familiar face walk into the store. Maybe at around four one of the people he known decently came in requesting flowers, yellow roses to be exact.

So now the man known by the others as Shadow had a fair amount of band aids around his fingers after dethorning what seemed to be ten thousand roses.

It was no surprise hearing the little bell on the door ding. It was not the most popular flower shop but it was one of the better known ones by people who skated. Especially the five people he hung out with nearly on an every other day basis.

The only thing that he was surprised by was the subtle Canadian accent in the Japanese dialect. Not surprising of who it was. But just to see him this close to Valentines day was odd, especially when he was actually going to be working on the day of.

"May I get..." The blue headed male paused as he did the math, or tried to recollect how many roses he did wish to get. "Six yellow roses with red tips?"

It was a surprise that Langa ordered that many. Six roses did mean that somebody was saying 'I want to be yours' so he assumed Langa had a crush.

He did get working on that while Langa waited with everyone else. It was good to not see anybody he known there when he was giving and paid for the flowers.

It was a positive to have been out within twenty minutes for Langa. He got to go right home only to be stopped by Miya holding a yellow rose out to him. It was the only rose that didn't have a romantic meaning.

"Thanks for being a buddy." The male had said, he didn't want anything in return but as he wasn't affectionate like the older male Langa known he did wait to give a flower. "It's not needed to return it."

Langa thanked him and was surprised to see they were both going in the same direction. Curiosity was killing the cat as Miya saw the roses Langa held close.

"So I think you know what the colour of your roses mean but who are you giving them too?"

Langa did stay quiet as he had to think of how to phrase it. "Well you do know them."

Miya known exactly who it was by that answer, not even having to think. Both were heading towards Reki's house.

Miya did make his way to everyone's house to give them their respective roses. One to Langa then one to Reki. And then he made his way to the rests. Leaving one at Shadow's door with a note.

February 13th 7:00 pm

Kyan residence

They had spent fifteen minutes so far together before it finally dawned on Reki to ask about the flowers, "so who are they for?"

"You." It was a one worded response as he did offer them to the male beside him, they were sitting on his bed afterall so this was an easy feat.

Reki did blush, even if the male wasn't expecting it. He known of the rose meaning. Falling in love.

They did hug for a bit. No concern of the sisters walking in as they cuddled and watched videos all the time. They said the happy valentines day thing early, just in case their boss caught on at work.

February 13th 9:55 pm

Flower shop

It was right before closing time for the day. The day before valentines they always went a longer day so any last minutes didn't happen to deal with no flowers being available.

Kaoru was one of the last costumers to show up but he did request for a sunflower but also three red roses. He was well aware of that meaning behind the colour and the amount of roses.

February 13th 10:15 pm

Joe's house

It did take a bit for the male to arrive but eventually he was there. Flowers in hand and a box of chocolates in another. They have been dating for just over three months now in secret.

Sure their instragrams respectively known that the. were taken. But not by each another.

Nanjo's mainly consisted if the other was shown of him from behind. It was nice as it did promote the restaurant as well, most people would come to him for relationship advice most were good.

Kaoru didn't really have much posted rather than random drawn things on the others back so he could zoom in. Sometimes it was calligraphy but other times it was simple things that he just got bored and started. Elephants and suns were frequently featured.

But Joe did answer the door, a little bummed as to how late the other shown up. But he did clean up well, wearing a deep v cut shirt so yes his chest was on display, no surprise. Jeans and socks as who wears shoes inside the house.

Kaoru did spy a vase that Joe had set up. Two vases to be correct. One was filled with water and waiting for flowers. The other had lavender roses. Ten to be exact and a branch with cherry blossoms on it.

They did decide not to do anything too grand. No pre valentines day dinner. But they did decide to bake this late at night.

Cupcakes were simple and they could have them done before eleven.

So that is what the decided to bake. Cupcakes, Cherry was in charge of dry ingredients as last time there was a fair amount of eggshells.

An idea did spring into his head as he coated his hand in flour. It was practically the only thing to do and a smirk did form on his face while he placed his hand on the males lower back to see how the food was coming along for the taller. That hand did trail down as he patted the males backside in a playful manner.

It took Nanjo a second to realize what exactly has just happened. So a grumble came out. He could change when the cupcakes were in the oven.

But they decided to make the icing early and listen to music from the radio. Slow dancing in the kitchen while the music played. Kaoru's hands now did not have any flour any more as they bits there transfered to the males back.

February 13th 11:30 pm

Joe's still

With the cupcakes now decorated they shared two on the couch. Joking a bit as they did watch a horror movie, occasional jumps from Cherry at the jumpscares.

When the cupcakes were gone that they brought to the living room, they did cuddle under a blanket. Letting the clock tik and tok while the night shifted to early morning.

February 14th, 9:35 am

Joe's Place

It being so early in the morning Joe was cooking while Cherry slept in a bit. He did get breakfast ready which was only something sweet And fruity so a bigger breakfast didn't do so much.

After waking the pink headed male up and presenting him with food. He did go off to set up the other surprise while Kaoru ate.

That other surprise that the male did get set up was in the bathroom as hey he did know a fair amount of what Kaoru liked but also what woman liked in general. So he could put that into the efforts to serenade more than he already has done.

The male did draw a bath, making sure it wasn't too hot or too cold, rose petals were added as well as a cherry scented bubble bath. It was one that Kaoru jokingly talked about once with the others while practicing that Joe overheard. So of course he made a note to pick up something similar. Or exact.

Either way a glass of wine had been poured up each for the two respectively, before he set them up to go and get the other male who gladly was finished his meal.

He did set the stuff aside as he could clean later, when he got the chance that wasn't snuggling with the other.

They did go to the room, sharing a bath and some wine. There were occasional splashes as they adjusted or insults they just had to throw at each another. They did have affection mixed in with them, practice for another time. When they would be skating at S again.

But it was a highly enjoyable time for both. Joe wasn't spending Valentines day with anyone but Koaru, refusing to go with the hoard of girls he had.

It was a nice time with the other male, kisses were stolen as they both needed affections. Some of them more than others. But the day was spent at home until Joe had to go to work.

The day was good, Kaoru was staying over the night again for more affections as he was a light weight with alcohol. Cuddles, kisses and scary movies was a lovely way to spend the day of hearts and flowers.

[ciggylungz]

Positive

Blurb night:

1.4k words

(request: imagine you’re married to harry & you’re pregnant and you meet up with the boys and tell them and it’s just all happy and so cute🥺) + request: what about some morning cuddles? or how they communicate to everyone that they’re having a baby? sorry im soft today i need some good fluffs)

(Sorry if you didn’t want them combined they were similar so I thought it might be repetitive if I did them independently)

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Trying to conceive was always a nerve-wracking trial and error process for those participating in the journey, and Harry and Y/n are no exception to those bumps in the road to starting a family.

The couple had waited till their one-year wedding anniversary to start trying for a child, making sure the marriage was going smoothly and both of them were able to devote as much attention to the child if they were to successfully fall pregnant.

The pair decided to both get exams to make sure they were fertile and another to make sure Y/n was healthy enough to carry a pregnancy, both of their results came back perfect for the two of them so you can imagine the confusion and upset they experienced when months went by without a positive pregnancy test. Harry and Y/n have been doing a lot of condoling each other, cooking comfort foods for dinners and taking their vitamins religiously to give themselves some hope, carbs and cuddles to carry them through this journey of bringing a new person into the world.

You’d think trying was the most fun part of making a baby yet months of constant sex did a number on the two. They were losing their libido, tired and sometimes sore from the constant friction on their most sensitive areas but the duo refused to give up.

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It was a typical Thursday morning, Harry sending off emails while cramming toast into his mouth and Y/n was brushing her teeth, feeling particularly out of it that day. She was tired and sluggish, a bit queasy and just off.

By now taking a pregnancy test was part of her morning routine. She even had a designated cup next to the toilet she used to collect her first morning wee in to dip the tests in, every morning she took one just to see. She was never very good at controlling her curiosity and when it comes to something this life changing, well she just can’t stop herself.

Y/n swears her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the second line, bright and bold perfectly straight next to the control line. It took a few minutes for her brain to truly comprehend the evidence in front of her, there were two lines.

She was pregnant!

After the initial shock started to fade, excitement flooded through her. A shriek of her husbands name rolled through the house prompting him to jump to his feet and rush towards the noise.

“What?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt baby? What happen-“

“Harry I’m pregnant! Look ! it worked! We’re having a baby!” Y/n held the positive test in the hair, thrusting it towards his wide eyes seeing the man shift from panic to being elated.

“Oh my god! We’re having a baby! My dick works!” Harry wrapped his arms around his wife before hoisting her in the air, spinning the both of them around while they cheered and let out happy tears.

That night the pair celebrated with a nice dinner and excitedly calling y/n’s obgyn to set up her first prenatal visit. The pair decided they’d keep their secret till they were in the clear, the first couple weeks of pregnancy are the most high risk time for miscarriage so they didn’t want to get their hopes up and let everyone know till they were sure this baby was going to make it to term.

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 Y/n was 18 weeks along when the couple decided they were going to announce the news to their friends and family. Harry was giddy, obsessed with his wife’s tummy that was now starting to get a little curve to the lower part of it. He kept ultrasound pictures in his wallet and spend every evening reading baby books and making a list of names for their growing baby.

The first people they decided to tell was of course their mothers and siblings, it was a great experience lots of hugs, happy tears and celebration sweets. Everyone was over the moon, the couple had full hearts and tummy’s when they left Anne’s home. The couple had never felt happier in their lives.

Of course when it came to telling the news to the boys, Harry decided to whip out one of his dad jokes he’d already been hoarding in his mind. His jokes were always terrible, lets face it, but the boys loved to take the piss out of him and found his jokes entertaining now.

So, Harry invited the group over directing Louis to open the oven for him which inside was a bun- yes Y/n had to refrain from cringing at the horrible dad joke but she let him has his fun- and Louis reacted first with a confused glance to Harry. “Mate, ya’ not the best chef but I thought you’d know that cookin’ one thing at a time is a bit wasteful of the gas innit?” the man plucked the bread off the rack, handing it to Harry who was rolling his eyes since the other man didn’t seem to get the implications.

“Lou, what was in the oven?” he decided to throw him a line, the other guys just watching the interaction confused and waiting for Harry to reveal what the hell he was on about. “A roll Harold” Harry then huffed, “No! it’s a bun!”, Niall was now laughing finding the situation at hand seeing Harry getting mad over the guys not having a clue what he was trying to imply.

When the bickering filled the kitchen between the boys Y/n decided to step in- “Alright! Harry I told you the joke was rubbish, guys ‘bun in the oven’- the reference and horrible execution was a reference to me since I’m pregnant.” – only then did it click in all their heads, a chorus of ‘ohhhh’ and then excited congratulations followed. Louis of course took the chance to pick on Harry who gave him the finger before excepting the celebratory hugs and pats on the back, the boys giving Y/n a good cuddle too congratulating her on the pregnancy and telling her how excited they were to be uncles. A few making jokes to Harry about ‘getting it in’ and all that boyish banter.

The pair couldn’t be more thrilled at all the excitement that surrounded the arrival of their first born, Y/n was also happy she wouldn’t have to wear baggy clothes around them anymore either. Sweaters in august was a bit uncomfortable for a pregnant woman with hot flashes.

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When the 20 week mark came, the couple decided to keep the gender a surprise till birth when offered the anatomy scan. They really didn’t have a preference as long as their bundle of joy was healthy, they were happy.

They had spent the last few weeks painting the nursery a pale yellow, making an accent wall with a neutral colored floral wallpaper, lots of vines and plants on it in a grey and white color theme. The room was fit for whatever gender their baby turned out to be, and it was now being filled with a crib Harry had put together- which he nearly had a breakdown over how many fucking screws and parts it had- and a nice changing table stocked with diapers, wipes and all the baby essentials.  

The little ones closet was organized by size, all hung neatly on hangers and in organized bins as well. A nice rocking chair with a little nursing station was in one of the corners, stocked with burp cloths and a nursing pillow as well as a few jars of nipple balm since breastfeeding can caused chapped skin on the breasts. They had a little dish with pacifiers sitting on the small table next to the chair, picture books and a few nice soft blankets folded on the small shelf below the drawers.

Everything was slowly but surely coming together, and now they couldn’t wait to welcome their baby into the world.

(Tbh idk if I like this one, but I tried my best.)

[princeanxious]

I love your dragon au, may I have some headcanons?

Uh sure! You weren’t ship specific so i’ll try and be a lil broad and touch on a few for all of em! (Theyre all interconnected in a way but often spend much of their time together apart from the others bc thats how dragons be, even if these dragons are much more social than the average dragon)

Demus- Dragon Remus x Prince(ess) Janus

- Janus is ftm trans! His parents were never supportive and actively tried to hide that from that kingdom at every turn, so, he may have secretly gotten a certain mage’s help “cursing” him with snake/dragon scales & additional certain masculine attributes so that he’d be sent away and get time to live his life without royal duties breathing down his neck. Even if he’d have to live the rest of his life as a prince locked away in a tower.

-Remus is a Dragon that’s known to be very curious, driven to hoard things that intruige him. He lives in a castle he and his brother Roman overtook years ago, and they guard it and their hoards within it well. However, one day a nearby kingdom reached out to them with an offer: if they guard and protect Prince Janus while the kingdom scrambles to figure out what to do, the dragons will recieve offerings to add to their hoards along with provided meals and the means to provide for Janus. All the kingdom requests is to keep Janus safe and happy.

-and of course, they agree to. And Remus falls head over tail inlove in a matter of days. Janus follows soon after he finds that Remus is completely unbothered and supportive of Janus’s transition.

-Janus and Roman also get along super well, tho not in a romantic sense, especially after Roman learns of Janus’s love for plays and acting skills. Roman also gifts a few intricate outfits to Janus from his Hoard of beauty and passion bc they fit the short prince quite well, and because Janus wasn’t given anything to wear from his kingdom aside from tailored princess dresses(which he doesn’t usually mind the skirts portions now w/ his new body but somedays the disphoria would spike back out if he looked in the mirror while wearing one). Roman also helped cut Janus’s hair, and both dragons would growl threateningly at any kingdom official who dared look at Janus’s attire change questioningly. If anyone asked, it was because it made Janus happy and feel safe, and that was their job, was it not?

-Janus loves his new Dragon Boyfriend and his new Dragon brother-in-law(technically?) and this result just solidifies his confidence in the decision he made to get here. Roman and Remus know about the secret behind the curse and what Janus did to get here, they think he’s super fcking clever bc of it. And, Ro and Re swear on their hoards that they’ll never spill the secret if Dee doesn’t want them to, one because the Kingdom would then have a lead on trying to Reverse the Curse, and two, because it would put the life of the mage who was asked to do it in danger, and three, because their dragons and dragons are very very good at protecting what they love.

Logince- Dragon Roman x Knight Logan

-Logan is a prince to a neighboring kingdom, and he was betrothed to Janus in an arranged marraige sort of settup. Niether of them loved the other like that, but they were best friends and Logan respected(and defended) Janus being trans. So when he finds out something happened to Janus, he’s alarmed and upset that he wasn’t informed sooner. Then he finds out Janus is being guarded by dragons, of all things! And well, he needs to make sure Janus us safe, and find out whats wrong, what happened? And no one stops him from traveling out to the castle that houses the dragons to find out. The least he can do is make sure Janus is okay and respected by the dragons, but like hell is he going to wait for Janus’s scrabling kingdom to catch up.

The first thing he’s greeted by is a tall red scaled dragon, and he’s immediately on guard. The dragon grins and drops into a defense position. They don’t ask the other questions, which Janus will give both of them shit for later, but both parties are fueled by challenge and protective goals. And they launch into battle without a word.

-Roman is immediately intruiged and excited to find how Logan matches him in a fight, actually standing a pretty solid chance despite his weight and height. Logan is a skilled swords man, the best in his kingdom, its a shame his only downfall is that Roman has twice the height on him and more than twice the muscles, figuratively and literally. But even then Logan isn’t deterred and is capable of flipping the dragon onto his back which is p hot roman cant lie, so its a p even scuffle bc Romans highly entertained w/ this mysterious attacker.

-they kinda get caught up in the scuffle for a good while till Remus comes out to investigate and Logan disengages and dashes into the forest bc he’s smart enough to know he can’t really win the fight w/ one dragon, two is a death sentence.

-roman spends the whole night heated and excited as he rambles about the gorgeous short knight who nearly kicked his ass. Logan spends the whole night rethinking his strategy and trying not to get distracted by the memory of the infuriatingly hot smirk the dragon kept aiming at him.

-they scuffle twice more, filled with witty remarks and snarky quips that progressively get more flirty before they think to speak about /why/ Logan wants into the castle b4 the truth comes out.

-both are a little sheepish when Janus finds out just who Roman’s been waxing poetic about kicking his butt in an even match and spend a good 20 minutes scolding their gay af selves. Then Logan gets updated on the whole situation, including his not so subtle transition and his new dragon bf. Logan gets the dragon’s permission to visit so long as he keeps things a secret, and he scoffs that they’d think he’d even dare to try to ruin his best friends happiness.

-niether of them really knows when their little rivalry picked back up, but Roman and Logan spend their time together bickering and taunting eachother while playing a semi-unbalanced game of cat and mouse. Logan’s not allowed into the castle w/o playing their game first, and he honestly doesn’t mind. Their interactions get way more flirty and theyre just gay disasters that take way to long to admit their developing feelings till it all kinda rushes out the moment Roman pins Logan to a wall and Logan reaponds by locking his legs around the other, daring to keep him there.

-yeah they express their feelings to eachother in many ways that day. And Logan ends up secretly(to his kingdom at least) dating Roman, and Roman gets a prince bf of his own. They still taunt and play their game of cat and mouse tho, now its just accompanied by a ton more kissing.

Moxiety- Dragon Patton x Mage Virgil

-Virgil is the mage that helped Janus transition in secret, they’d been friends for a long while and meeting in secret to plan it. Virgil’s a pretty powerful mage and talented at what he does, and Janus’s trasition was a spell he cast himself, and its irreversable(on purpose, by Janus’s request/demand)

-Virgil travels alot now adays, never staying in one public place too long in fear of Janus’s knights suspecting him and capturing him. He knew the risk and was willing to pay the price to make Janus happy. He knows he must lay low for a while, and hes not very open about being a mage in fear of that being found out.

-well, one day he finds himself in a town not so open to the idea of magic in general. Its one slip up hes not sure he regrets to heal an injured child, but he finds him self tied to a wooden stake that same day, surrounded by a village chanting about how all magic is evil.

-and then a dragon swoops over and snags him from the fire as it ignites, just barely sinking his clothing before hes up in the sky. He promply blacks out from shock.

-and when he wakes up, he finds himself tucked carefully into a hammock with a soft blanket. The room he’s in is filled with an interesting assortment of things, haphazardly placed enough to register as a hoard than any other kind of room in this tower. That and the dragon that rescued him is resting nearby, his blue scaled wing outstretched and draped over Virgil protectively is kind of a dead giveaway too.

-Virgil would learn later that Patton had been following him, lead by how his hoarding instincts weirdly worked. He’d be thankful then, that they saved his life, despite the fact that he now technically counted to Patton’s instincts as part of his hoard. Patton was adamant that he’d been trying to rid himself of the attachment before, but once Virgil was in danger his insticts had been set aside to save the poor human. He couldn’t help that touching Virgil just solidified his instincts’s claim.

-Patton lets Virgil know he’s welcomed to leave any time he wants to, that they were safely away from the dangerous village now. Virgil finds he doesn’t want to leave just yet, and they settle on becoming friends.

-Patton is friends with Roman and Remus, and often visits them when he’s feeling too lonely. He’s plenty friendly with Janus and Logan at this point, being a much softer natured dragon than the twin dragons.

-the group finds it very, very coincidental and very ironic the first time Patton brings Virgil with him to hang out.

-their love story is a bit slower, but lets just say one day months down the line, Virgil pulls Patton into a really shy kiss and Patton all but startles Virgil with the happy purr that bursts from the back of his throat. Its not to much longer after that that theyre relationship is fully established.

[plush-rabbit]

Can I Ask You Something?

Part 1 | Part 2 | 

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I wanted to write something soft because I’ve been having lots of feels lately and well here’s the result. Hope you enjoy＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／ Also I know nothing about how video games work other than Animal Crossing and Kirby so, yeah.

This will be a series. I’m not sure how many parts since it’s a slow burn and right now it sits at 20K words and they still haven’t met so... Yeah. This is mainly self-indulgent and I am open to feedback. 

You ended up meeting Tomura, or as his online name was called, Tomaraki, on an online game where you were introduced into the raid group by another member. During your time there, you held your own well enough and had even had an above average skill chart.

After taking out a particular challenging mission, a good number of the kills being on your part, your teammates congratulated you, telling you words of praise and thanking you for having their backs, all while in the headset you giggled, saying that you had just gotten lucky with some of your shots and that they’re probably better than you would ever be.

Shigaraki had found that annoying. He found you annoying. If you were good at something, just take credit for it. Don’t try to act modest just because you want attention. And he told you that, his voice cutting into you like glass, all while you remained speechless, teeth digging into your bottom lip as everyone else in the team just listened how he tore into you. Two of the other members had come to your defense, trying to back you up but falling flat because while he was harsh, his words did hold merit. You were good, and it wasn’t luck because you had been playing for at least two months now so you had time to hone your skills. And you did want attention. You craved attention, you wanted to be told that you were good at something and you found that if you downplayed your skills, people would come to you and praise your work. And sure, you knew that that’s pretty shitty but you didn’t hear praise often and who cares, it felt good to be given praise. But you didn’t say any of that, you held your tongue, with the tips of your ears burning and hot tears pricking your eyes, you turned your avatar to face his and for a second you considered killing his avatar but scoffed. If you killed him, he’d only respawn and he was the best player of the group, having a high stats and being the highest level of the group, and no doubt, he could probably kick you out from the group and there wouldn’t be much resistance coming from the others, so in a calm voice you said told the group, “Let’s just return to the game. We have another mission to complete.” And with that, everything went back to normal, albeit a bit more tense, but you continued to start the mission a scowl on your lips, and when someone told you good job, you gave a brisk thanks in response, leaving no room for continued conversation.

Shigaraki, on the other hand, sneered at you through the screen, his hands coming up to pick at his scarred neck. You had taken the coward’s way out in his eyes. You didn’t talk back to him, the most you did was turn your avatar towards him and he knew that you finger was itching to shoot at his but when you told the team to continue, you had backed down, and now every praise that was given to you, you took it silently which was somehow worse than what you would do before. You couldn’t win in his eyes. He hated playing with others, but this was a rather addicting game and it worked best if played with others, the missions were cut to more than half of the time, sure sharing the loot was a pain but he always got a slightly bigger share than the others since he was at a higher rank than them. Plus- and he would never say this out loud- the team he found wasn’t half as bad as the other groups he had been in previously. They didn’t talk about their outside life, they didn’t try to be friends- they stuck with the goals set in the game, kept every conversation in theme to what they were playing, and they all were all skilled enough that he didn’t feel as if they were dragging him down. The only negative part was you.

You came in a month after he did, invited by the second highest player in the group. And you were annoying but he couldn’t deny that you were good and had hoarded so many healing items that the team rarely had to waste currency to buy the potions and elixirs from in-game vendors, so you stayed and like the others, you didn’t ask about the outside lives of the players, you kept the conversation related to the game.

But you weren’t that good. Your skill chart wasn’t special- you could be easily replaced by anyone else- if trained properly. The healing items weren’t expensive enough to deter from payment, it was just better to save up for the next big thing. But when you didn’t even offer a rebuttal, an attempt at trash talk to defend yourself, he knew that you were a coward. You didn’t have a bite or a bark, you were harmless- you were probably holding back tears as they played, only to bitch and moan about him to your friends or the other members when he was gone.

Finishing the mission, everyone said their goodbyes. However, right as everyone was logging off; you asked if the current schedule was still valid. The schedule was made each and every month, and it stated the best possible times for gaming with each other to complete missions or when the next major event was, it stayed updated and everyone made sure to be available during their promised times, very rarely did someone break it but when they did they had a valid excuse. Everyone had a copy, one being made and shared as a PDF file and posted to the private forum that the second in command had made. Shigaraki, clicked his tongue, “Of course it’s still valid. If it wasn’t there would have been an updated version of it by now dumbass.”

And with that, almost instantly, everyone began to log off, not wanting to be part of whatever was going on or having to face his virtual blow-up while you probably just sat there accepting all the insults without so much as a counterattack.

All you did was narrow your eyes at the screen and give out a curt ‘fine’ and log off. Shigaraki stared at the screen for a few second before proceeding to log off the sneer only getting deeper, his eyes narrowed into slits. His eyes burned from looking at a screen for a few hours with no break and his head was starting to hurt from having to deal with you and your idiocy. He laid down on his mattress where the metal springs dug a bit too deep into his back and he drifted off to sleep, while you on the other hand, burrowed yourself deep into your blankets, your face flush with embarrassment, recounting every wrong thing you said, your insecurities of needing to be liked rearing its ugly head and keeping you awake.

-

Shigaraki logs back in a week later. He’s ten minutes early, as always, and he’s in the beginning of a relatively quick quest in order to gain more experience points and in-game currency. As he proceeds to skip past the dialogue option of the villager thanking him, a ‘ding’ sound is made and on the right hand corner of his screen, your username and icon pops up. He only gives it a spare glance, before retuning his attention to the game collecting the rewards, becoming more irritated as another ‘ding’ fills the room. He shakes his head, he knows how this will go, you’ll only proceed to annoy him until he answers you. So he takes in a deep breath and opens the messaging system, typing out a ‘what’ in response without looking at what you’ve said before.

<User_Name>

>Look. I just wanted to apologize for my actions last week. You were right, I did want attention but like whatever. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure that we’re cool since we’ll be gaming together for the unforeseeable future.

<Tomaraki>

>Is that all?

<User_Name>

>Yeah, I guess so?

>So like are we cool?

He rolled his eyes at your question. Your words were fake and forced, you just wanted to be liked but he didn’t want to deal with you. He didn’t want to waste his time going back and forth with you until you were satisfied.

<Tomaraki>

>Whatever. We’re “cool”. Happy?

On the other side of the screen you rolled your eyes already feeling emotionally exhausted with this very short chat. You simply leaned back in your chair and let out a long breath. Not wanting to irritate him more than he already was, you sighed and replied with a “yeah, thanks:)” and exited the messaging system. You waited for the rest of the group to join, already feeling dejected from the brief interaction with the leader of the group.

-

The mission starts and everything goes flawless. Everything, except for you. You were off your game, not paying enough attention to your surroundings and losing a high number of health points and barely killing any of the opponents. The second in command, orders for the members to get in line so when the weapons appear, those with the highest kill count get to go first and choose what they want. Coincidently, this mission provided enough weapons so that that the whole team could get one each with one left over, but you all had agreed that the one with the highest count not only got to go first but also got to choose the extra weapon. So of course, Shigaraki goes first and he chooses two weapons and as his avatar begins to move away, he turns it around and grabs another. You take in a sharp breath, getting ready to argue but your words never come out, instead they die down in your throat and you get the sinking feeling that whatever game he’s playing, his endgame, is to make you feel like you can’t speak against him because you know that he’s more valuable than you’ll ever be. And he’s right. You feel comfortable with this group; you don’t want to be forced to leave simply because your leader is acting like a brat and you want tattle on him.

Once everyone has collected their weapons, everyone but you that is, they just stand their awkwardly knowing that he’s intentionally trying to get under your skin. Not wanting to drown in the awkwardness that has been created, you exclaim, “That was a good mission guys! Should we do another one or go our separate ways for now?”

A collective sound of discomfort fills the headsets, everyone muttering that maybe they should probably focus on solo missions for now to raise their levels and get some cool loot if possible. Everyone glowed and they were respawned elsewhere, no doubt opening up a separate chat and gossiping about the scene that just took place and if they should start looking for a new member sometime soon. And with them gone, your avatar and Shigaraki’s stood there, the silence only being broken by the crackling fire on the torches in-game.

“Can we please talk?” You asked, your voice cracking towards the end causing you grimace at the sound.

“About?” His voice was drenched in boredom; he doesn’t see why he should talk to you.

“Look, I get that we aren’t exactly friends- and-and that’s fine, but can we at least be civil towards each other?” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to insinuate that it was entirely his fault. “Like if I didn’t do good during the mission you could have just said it rather than leaving me without weapons and making me look dumb just standing there.” You voice trailed off towards the end, not knowing how to end it and a part of you realizing that you were probably making everything worse.

“You really don’t care that we aren’t friends?” He said the words in a mock attempt at your voice- condescendingly and ditzy; his upper lip curling in disgust. “Is that why you’re trying so hard to befriend me? How the hell am I supposed to be civil in a fucking game? What? You want me to start giving you some of my fucking winnings? Is that it?”

You bit your bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth, trying to figure out how to reply to him.

“Well?” You took too long to answer, whatever patience he had when starting the game was already running thin.

“No. I don’t want you to give me your winnings. I-I just-” you groaned and put your head in your hands- “I just want to be civil with each other. Look we don’t have to be friends but-but,” you voice was faltering, lowering into a whisper, “I just don’t want to leave this group. Come on. You have to admit that this is one of the better ones out there. The others are capable of holding their own and they aren’t like trying to pry into your personal life.” Not waiting for a reply you continued, your voice light, trying to get him to agree with you on that to find some common footing. “You have to at least admit that.”

He stares at the screen with unblinking eyes, his avatar doing some light stretches that synchronized with yours.

“Fine.”

Eyes widening, you lift your head back up, and you wanted to rush into the conversation but you held yourself back. “Do you want me to leave the group?” You scratch nervously at the corner of the ALT key, trying to focus on the sensation of your thumb rather than the lump in your throat.

“Are you really going to cry if I make you leave?” Guess even he could hear how choked up you were getting.

Your eyes widen slightly, unshed tear glistening your eyes, you glance down briefly. “I know it’s silly but I like the group,” you chuckle nervously. “So what’s the answer?”

“Do what you want.”

You pulled your lips into a thin line, you don’t know what you expected, but this was probably the best answer you were going to get from the gamer.

“Well, I’m going to stay.”

“Tch. Whatever.”

There’s silence after that. You stared at the screen and took a deep breath.

“You wanna go on a mission together? There’s one that requires two people and I hear the payoff is pretty good.” You wait anxiously for his answer, your arms are crossed in front of you and you’re dragging your nails across your forearms, finding comfort in the way the dull pain distracts you from your nerves. You have no idea where that offer came from. He just sort of accepted you and now you might ruin that because you wanted to become buddies with some stranger online.

“Being lonely really does make you do dumb things, doesn’t it?” You think to yourself.

Shigaraki stares at his screen, eyes narrowed, his chapped lips pulled into a thin line and a hand comes up to scratch as his neck. He hisses as his nails hit at a particularly fresh cut.

“Um, Tomaraki? You there?” Your voice is hesitant and wavers slightly.

He’ll regret this later, he’s sure of it. “What’s the mission about?”

He can hear you exhale the breath you were holding in and he can imagine a stupid grin plastered to your face.

“Okay, so get this-” Your voice grows distant as he rolls his eyes at your messy explanation of the mission, only offering grunts to show that he is listening and giving out a satisfactory hum when you mention that it’ll be against different team ups in real time, kind of like a waiting line for a new batch to go in, so you probably will have to kill people when the mission starts; a fight to the death type of deal, you summed up.

You both spawn to where the mission is held. Held in a queue for a few minutes, he goes over a quick plan, to just shoot at whatever moves and that he of course, gets more than half of the loot. You rolled your eyes and agreed, knowing that this was probably the most compromise that you’ll get from him.

The brawl to the death goes surprisingly well, you two actually win and he takes a little over half of the winnings, leaving you with two weapons and the healing items. You thank him and he only scoffs, saying that you two had a deal and he delivered, he doesn’t need thanks from you. You cringe at the reply, feeling his words bite into you but you brush it off. You tell him that you’ll see him later and that you had fun. You log off and feeling a bit lighter, glad that this ended on a fairly positive note.

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@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

[buttercup-of-kaer-morhen]

Ah yes I am completely anonymous and you totally don't know who I am. Heheheh! Anyway, here's a writing prompt: Sick fic, but Geralt, because I love making my boy suffer, but specifically Geralt basically being a very petulant and childish sick man who just wants his bard to cuddle with him because cuddles from his bf is the only thing that makes him feel better.

(Alright Completely Anonymous, this prompt was cute af so I tried my hand at it. I hope you enjoy it my dear!)

tags: Sickfic, established relationship, Sick!Geralt, Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending, Minor angst, super fluff, Jaskier loves his witcher, Touch needy witcher because it does my heart good

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The day had been utter shit if Jaskier was being perfectly honest. At first they had woken in their camp and it looked like it was going to be a lovely day to travel. The sun was shining. Birds were singing. A lovely breeze passed through but soon after they had taken off the wind blew stronger and harder until a gale fell upon them. There wasn’t even a place nearby to take shelter in until it was over so they had to trudge on. The oilskins they had did their best to keep them and their things dry but by the time they were even remotely close, at least from what Geralt had said, to the next town they were soaked through. Jaskier was sure water was even drowning in the deluge. To make matters somehow worse, there was a fresh battlefield they had to pass by and it was undoubtedly teeming with ghouls. They had hoped to creep past unnoticed but today was not their day and the ghouls descended on them. Geralt was pulling Jaskier up into the saddle in front of him in the blink of an eye before he quickly encouraged Roach into a gallop to get them out of there. Jaskier only had a glance at the hoard chasing them before suddenly Roach was rearing back and Geralt was unseated from behind him because of his haste to get them out of there. Jaskier tried to catch him but their hands missed by the barest amount and Roach was rapidly carrying him further away from his lover. Even if the bard had wanted to turn back to help, he was too busy holding on for dear life and Roach was refusing to listen to him, most likely too scared from the creatures and the storm. Eventually they reached the town Geralt had been heading for and Jaskier really wanted to go and find Geralt but he didn’t know how he would find him with how low the visibility was, so he did what he could. 

He took Roach to the stables, got her all settled in just how Geralt taught him, lugged the bags into the inn, and booked a room for the night. Before heading up, he also ordered food and a piping hot bath to be brought up for Geralt when he got there. When! It wasn’t as if because the witcher was going to die from something like this. He couldn’t. Not after they had just finally figured out what was between them. Not before they found their child surprised again. Not before they had spent as many years as they could together.  It would have broken Jaskier’s heart. So when Geralt gets to the inn, Jaskier will have everything ready!

And he did. But with every passing minute of Geralt still not arriving, Jaskier was not panicking but he may have been a teensy bit worried. He nearly had a heart attack when a young lad of the inn came in abruptly with a wooden tub and proceeded to fill it with steaming water as requested. By the time the boy was finished, Jaskier was about ready to charge out into the storm to find the witcher and drag his ass back here.That was the exact moment Geralt stumbled into the room though, wounded and bleeding, but still alive, thank Melitele! Jaskier hurried to his love’s side and helped him to a chair where he sagged heavily as the bard divested him of his armor. He needed to get a better look at the injuries. Obviously the bard had seen worse in their time traveling together, but seeing painful lacerations covering the other never got any easier. 

Jaskier made quick work of stitching wounds closed and patching the witcher up before getting him settled in the steaming water. He wanted to get all the blood and gore off so they could both just relax for a few hours in each other's company. As he scrubbed through Geralt’s hair, he rambled on, trying to make light conversation. He talked about the unexpected weather, a ballad he was working on, potential work that may be in the town, and of course he remembered to reassure the other that Jaskier had properly attended to Roach before booking their room. He knew Roache’s safety mattered a lot to the man and he didn’t want him trying to rush off to check on her. All of which, however, only received a few grunts. If Jaskier was being honest it was less than the usually sparse amount he gave and after they had finally fallen in with one another Geralt had been more open, more talkative with Jaskier. The troubadour hummed with a furrowed brow as he looked down at his lover in front of him, worried he was more injured then he had thought. 

Geralt shifted to look over his shoulder at Jaskier, his yellow eyes gleaming in the fire that lit the hearth. “Did you warm yourself properly?” The deep rumbling voice caught the bard off guard. 

“What?” He asked dumbly, still trying to process the sudden question. 

“From the rain.” The gruff voice clarified and oh, he was concerned Jaskier realized. Looking down at himself like he had forgotten what state he was in, the human realized that no. He had not in fact done anything to warm up or dry his clothes in the least other than divest himself of his doublet and footwear. He had been too worried about Geralt to think of doing anything else, so he slowly shook his head no to the witcher who had been somberly awaiting an answer. Jaskier smiled shyly, as if to convey ‘whoops my bad’, and stood, deciding he should probably change now that his love was well. Before He could get very far, his wrist was snagged by a strong calloused hand and he suddenly found himself in the Witcher’s lap in the bath. Jaskier couldn’t help sputtering and flailing for a moment before he realized what had happened and why. Geralt for some reason got the bright idea to pull the bard into the water, fully clothed! The water was still nice and warm though, which was nice. 

“Geralt you could’ve just…” He started to whine but the strong arms that had wound around his waist, pulled him tightly against that broad chest that was very distracting. “ Geralt?” The name fell from his lips in a soft breathy question before he maneuvered himself around carefully to face the other. Geralt was watching him intently but his gaze looked hazy and disoriented while his face looked paler then normal. Jaskier frowned slightly and hummed before reaching out to touch the larger man’s cheek. It felt clammy to the touch but his skin was burning under Jaskier’s gentle hold. Now, he knew witchers, well at least his witcher, was weirdly a furnace for someone with lower heart rate but this was much worse. “Geralt…” He tried again, speaking slowly and waiting for his lover to focus on him before continuing. “I think you may have gotten sick.”

Geralt scoffed, much to Jaskier’s chagrin. “Witchers don’t get sick.” He slurred slightly in a petulant tone and got as close to pouting as one who was unused to expressing themselves could. 

“Oh? Like how witchers don’t have feelings? Or how a particular someone didn’t want others to need him? Or--” He sassed back, rolling his eyes before he was cut off by Geralt grumbling irritably in acquiescence. “Well, we should get you into bed then to rest and you should eat so you can easily sleep this off. Hopefully it’s just a minor cold that will be gone by morning.” Jaskier tried to sound reassuring and confident but he couldn’t help but be worried. He had never taken care of a sick witcher before, obviously. An injured one? Yes. A grumpy one? Certainly. Never had he seen Geralt sick before. He hoped it wasn’t going to be a big problem, but luck had been striking out with them tonight so he would have to see. 

He made to stand but hands on his hips held him firmly in place. “Geralt…” He spoke sternly in warning but was met with an indigent huff. “Geralt, we can’t stay in the tub all night.” He huffed right back, frowning at the difficult individual in front of him. The displeased tone of his voice must have gotten through a little though because the grip holding him loosened. In the next couple of minutes, Jaskier managed to get them out of the water, dried off, and in their clothes usually worn for sleeping.

He settled the witcher in the bed, tucking the blankets up to his chin and snuggly around him, before turning to get the food that had been brought up earlier before Geralt’s arrival. Thankfully it was stew which was easier for a sick person to palette. Again he found himself caught by those wonderfully large hands taking hold of his wrist before he could take even one step away. What was with Geralt and manhandling him today? He turned to meet the other’s gaze but he had not expected the sad, pleading expression on his lover’s face which had his heart aching. “Dear heart, it’s ok. I’m only going to get your food, remember? You need to eat to keep your strength up.” He tried to soothe his lover as he patted the hand holding him in place. 

“Don’t need it. Just want you in my arms, Jask.” The softly rumbled words pleaded and had Jaskier’s  heart swelling in his chest. The sweet sentiment had his chest aching to breath and his eyes stinging slightly with tears. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss his wolf’s forehead. 

“Darling, I love you dearly and want to do as you wish but I worry. I don’t want to lose you now of all times.” He spoke honestly, his voice catching in his throat a bit due to the weight of the emotions Geralt made him feel. “If you eat as much of the stew as you can stomach, I promise I will cuddle you for the rest of the night.” He promised gently, trying to find a compromise. He took Geralt releasing his wrist as a sign of consent, so he didn’t dawdle as he grabbed the food and set it on the table beside the bed. As soon as Jaskier sat on the edge of the bed, Geralt slowly sat up and accepted the awaiting bowl with no objections. The bard watched his lover eat quietly, and once he was done, the troubadour put everything to the side before sliding under the covers as promised. 

Geralt curled his arms around Jaskier’s waist and pulled him snuggly chest to chest. Tucking his nose into the wavy brunette locks, Geralt deeply breathed in Jaskier scent. Seeing the witcher so relaxed was one of the bard’s favorite sights in the world. His wolf deserved a little peace and quiet after everything he does for the world, everything he goes through, and Jaskier was delighted that he could help provide it. The bard curled into the other man and wound his arms around his neck content to lie there, combing his fingers through the snowy locks. The petting seemed to pull a pleased purr from the wolf. He was determined to provide Geralt with anything he needed throughout the night no matter what. Slowly, the witcher’s breathing evened out and he was soon fast asleep as Jaskier watched over him. He was certain Geralt would be fine by morning, but until then, the bard was there to care for the one who had so captured his heart. 

[stillchaoticlogic]

Stumbling Chapter 2:

Pairing: Raihan X Reader X Leon

Your life hadn’t gone exactly as you planned…

Which is why when an old rival walks into the coffee shop you work at he gives you an offer you just can’t refuse. Finally, a chance at the League. Suddenly you are thrust into the spot light and a world you thought you had left behind. Dreams aren’t always what they are cracked up to be though, especially when you find yourself the tangled up with the champion and a certain gym leader.

Has all your dreams come true?

Or is this your worst nightmare?

Read the First Chapter Here!

I’m Going on an Adventure!

You heave a sigh as you gaze out the window of the coffee shop.

“(NAME)! Are you paying attention?!” You jump before you glance up at your boss. You notice the cup on the counter, picking it up you read the order and get to work making it. The days since Leon graced your with his presence one rainy afternoon have been difficult ones. You’ve gone back and forth on your decision and often wonder if turning it down was such a good idea. Thus, all you have been doing is daydreaming and getting yelled at. You hand off the drink to the customer with a robotic smile.

“Look (Name), I’m going to take a lunch, then you can go when I come back… Just pay attention… I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’m worried…”

You fix your boss with a puzzled gaze before you send him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine… Just some thoughts…”

He nods in understanding and turns to head into his office for his lunch. He’s a good guy with a sweet family. He’s done a lot for you over the years and you’re grateful to him, but you can’t help but feel trapped. You feel trapped in a life you never wanted and didn’t ask for. You’re bored and you need a challenge. Regret hits you like a freight train and you push the tears back as feelings of hopelessness and fear attack you. All you wanted was an out and you threw it away…

Snapping out of your thoughts you push them away and start to condense the pastries to make room for fresh ones. With the morning rush over you are just biding your time for your own lunch. When your boss, Mr. O’Malley, comes back he hands you an envelope.

“Here… this is addressed to you,” he says with confusion lacing his voice. You’ve never gotten mail here before.

With a furrowed brow you take it from him with a quiet thank you, and open it up. Inside is a letter of endorsement for the League signed by Leon himself.

“You didn’t tell me you know the champion,” says O’Malley as he reads the letter over your shoulder. You whip around to face him and hold the letter to yourself.

“We’re old school mates…”

“I see…”

“Yeah…” you mutter as you avoid his eyes.

“Are you going to go?”

“What?! Go where?”

“The League?”

“NO! Of course not… I have far too much to do… to be responsible for…”

“Will you stop making excuses?” he cuts you off sounding exhasperated.

“Huh?”

“You are wasted here, not that I don’t appreciate you. I do! You’re my best employee… But you and I both know you are destined for something much greater than coffee…”

Gazing at the man in front of you, you feel your eyes well up with tears.

“Hey now… None of that…” he mutters and you just nod before you wipe your eyes. Gazing down at the letter you read over it and feel your chest tighten.

“I have to get ready… I have to leave today if I’m going to make it to the opening ceremony!”

“Go on then!”

You feel your heart swell for the first time in a long time.

“I’m going on an adventure…” You whisper more to yourself, before you untie your apron and rush out the door yelling your thanks as you do.

Your running is cut short by the stitch in your side as you slow to a light jog then a walk.

“Well…. (Name).... You’re not getting to the station if you die first…” you pant as you hold your side.

Yep… definitely not fourteen anymore…. You grumble to yourself as you make your way to your apartment.

Serenity is in front of you in a moment gazing up at you in slight wonder.

“Were going on an adventure,” you say with a smile gazing down at her.

Her eyes filled with happiness as she leaps up into the air before crashing into your arms. You laugh as you hold her before you plop her onto your head and she latches on.

“Come on! We need to get ready! The ceremony is tomorrow!” you rush into your room and start throwing things into your bag. Before you know it your bag is bulging and your not even able to lift it from the ground.

“Maybe… I’ve over packed…”

Serenity just nods her tiny head and gazes up at you from the bed.

“Okay…” you sigh before you start pulling things from your bag and throwing it onto your bed. She lets out a squeak of indignation when you take out one of you dresses and replace it with a raincoat.

“I know! But what if it rains! You know how unpredictable the weather can! And it’s going to be cold at night! I need a blanket! Oh dear… I need a tent! Where the hell am I going to fit a tent into this thing? HOW AM I GOING TO FIT A TENT IN THIS THING?! That’s it… I’m not going…”

Serenity jumps up and twacks you on the head and sends you a tiny glare.

“Right well! Best figure out what I don’t need… No no! The blanket stays you will appreciate me later trust me!”

After battling with yourself and your Hatenna you have finally come to a balanced things to pack ratio.

“There best be a washing machine in the Pokemon center or the world will burn…” you grumble to yourself as you set off on your way to the train station just as the sun sets on the horizon.

You’ve been walking for a couple of hours when you check your watch. The last train leaves in about an hour and despite the fact that you are making good time you aren’t sure if you are going to make it in time at the pace you’re going. Suddenly you hear a low rumble from the bushes next to you. A pair of eyes gleam in the faint moonlight and a moment later out steps a Meowth and then another and then another.

“Oh… Shit…”

Without waiting for an invitation you turn tails and start running, just to get away from the hoard of Meowth now chasing you. You can pretty much hear them cackle behind you as about fifteen of them chase after you down the dirt pathway. Despite your shortness of breath and your racing heart you just keep going. Suddenly, the Pokeball on your hip opens and out pops Serenity with a hard expression on her face. As if your tiny baby is going to take a stand.

“NOPE!” you yelp as you scoop her up from the ground and hike her up on your shoulder. She squeaks in surprise when she sees the sheer amount of Meowth hot on your tail. She suddenly opens her tiny mouth and lets out a shrill cry causing the Meowth to scatter momentarily before renewing their chase.

“OH! What was that?! Do it again!” you cry as you plop her on your head facing her towards her opponents. She continues to hit them with the attack and you notice that some of them have fainted or seem to be turning around. Apparently, when you’re the one getting attacked the chase isn’t as much fun. A moment later, you see the tower of the train station in sight and you heave a sigh of relief when you collapse into a chair in the station.

“It was a hoard of Meowth…” You say to the patrons looking at you as if you are crazy. At your explanation they just nod in abject understanding and go back to their business.

“All aboard the last train to Motostoke station!”

You quickly collect yourself and your exhausted but proud pokemon and rush to the ticket counter. They hurry through the transaction and you rush onto the train. You make it through the doors just as they shut and you heave a sigh of relief as you make your way to a vacant seat.

Serenity plops onto the seat next to you and gazes up at you happily.

“You did amazing out there! How about a treat?” She nods her little head enthusiastically. Pulling out your phone you open up your stats for Serenity.

“Hmmm… Looks like you learned Disarming Voice. That’s amazing! It’s also going to be super helpful in upcoming battles!” She just chirps happily at you before showing you a picture of a piece of cake sitting on the table.

“Of course, first we'll eat cake for dinner!” She thrills happily and ends up bouncing around in her seat

When the train staff comes by to take your order you end up with about three different slices of cake and a couple of pastries. The two of you happily stuff your faces with the cakes and wrap the pastries up for later. Gazing out the window watching the scenery go by in the pale moonlight you feel at peace for the first time in many years.

The next morning it’s the sound of the train whistle that wakes you from your slumber. You fell asleep slumped over in the booth you had claimed last night. Serenity also jumps to attention before relaxing and letting out a long yawn as she gazes around her surroundings.

“Right. Well… Let’s go!”

You gather your things and Serenity jumps up onto the top of your head, her little hat like antenna picking up everything around her. You’re a little surprised she isn’t overwhelmed since she doesn’t like crowds. Then again the amount of people getting off of the overnight train is not nearly as many as it would be during the day. Since it’s so early in the morning you decide to go ahead and register then find a hotel to clean yourself up for the opening ceremony. Walking in the direction of the arena you find it easily enough. It’s just the large centerpiece of the city, you know you can’t miss it. With a deep breath you walk up the stairs and into the stadium. Walking up to the counter you see a young man sorting through some papers before he looks up and greets you.

“How can I help you Ma’am?”

You can’t say your eye didn’t twitch at ‘ma’am’ but you put the thought aside and present your letter. “I’m here to register.”

He looks down at the letter and squints.

“The...Champion is endorsing you?”

You can tell he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes… He is.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to check on some...things… hold on one moment please.”

“Oh dear…” you grumble to yourself and pull out the pastry from last night and take a bite. You pull off a piece and hand it to Serenity who is still scouting the area from your head. She happily takes the offered piece and begins to munch on it. You pull a napkin from your bag and go to wipe the crumbs away when you notice numbers written on it.

“Oh… you cheeky little bugger..” you say as you glance up at the Hatenna on your head.

“So sneaky… but so smart…” you mumble to yourself before you pull out your phone and dial the number.

“Ma’am I’m afraid until the Champion gets here for us to confirm the validity, we cannot accept this as proof of-” You hold up your hand and indicate the phone in your hand.

A moment later a sleepy voice answers the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Leon! It’s (Name), I’ve run into a bit of a problem… Registration doesn’t seem to want to accept the letter.”

“What? Why?” he asks in sleepy confusion, but the declaration seems to have woken him up a little bit more.

“They don’t believe it’s real…” you grumble with a sigh.

Serenity pats your arm and indicates the uneaten pastry in your hand. You take one more bite before you hand the rest of it to her.

“Don’t worry… I’ll take care of it, just head to the Budew Drop Inn. I’ll call ahead and make sure they have a room for you.”

“Thanks Leon! I owe you one!” you chirp before you turn to the flabbergasted League employee behind the counter. You send him a Cheshire grin and wave before you turn away from the counter.

You hear Leon’s signature laugh, “You sure do! Just make sure that you make it to the finals, that’ll be my payment okay?”

“You got it!”

“Hey (NickName)...”

“Uhh… yeah?” you ask stopping at his tone of voice and the name you haven’t heard in years.

“I’m just really happy that you decided to compete. I know you’re going to do great things.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes and you blink them away, “Me too…” you whisper back before you bid him goodbye and head out the door into the morning sunlight. It doesn’t take you long to find your way to the inn and when you get there you notice the employees seem to be scrambling for something.

“You must be (Name)! Champion Leon called and stated there has been a hold up with your League entrance paperwork, but he’s working on it. Until then, we’ve been instructed to make sure you have a room so you can get freshened up for the opening ceremony.”

“Thank you,” you say with a grateful smile.

“Of course! Follow me!” you follow along after the staff member through the hallways until you get to a room. She hands you the key and you let yourself in thanking her again in the process.

You throw yourself down on the bed and look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

Serenity chirps at you before she too flopped back onto the bed.

“I know… This is just the beginning and we’re going to be amazing.”

After a few minutes of rest you haul yourself up from the bed and head into the shower. Once you are clean you put on some clean clothes and start sorting out your hair and makeup. You’re almost done putting the finishing touches on your hair when there is a knock on your door. You rush over to see who it is then open up the door. Leon is standing on the other side.

“Getting ready?” he asks as you move to the side for him to come in.

“Yeah I’m almost done.”

“Good good… I’ve got everything squared away with your entrance paperwork. Here, this is for you!” He hands over the necessary things you’ll need for the league.

“Thanks,” you say as you begin sorting through all the necessary paperwork and badge holder.

“Also! Hand me your phone and I’ll get your dex set up for you.”

“You know how to do that?”

“Sonia told me how, she says she’ll catch up with you soon though. She misses you.”

You look up into his eyes, “Well I can’t wait to see her again, it’s been far too long. How is she?”

“She’s helping her gran out with research, so she’s been pretty busy lately.”

“Oh, I bet it makes it hard for you two to see each other huh? With you both being so busy?”

“I mean yeah… but that’s life I guess?” He says with a shrug as he concentrates on the device in his hand. He pulls out his own phone and pulls up a code that he enters before the Pokedex springs to life on your own phone. He gives a nod before he hands it back to you.

“Thanks… you know… for everything… I wasn’t the nicest to you that day…”

“Well… You’ve never really been the nicest to me…”

You look up in shock, “Oh hush!” you say as you go to smack his arm, he lets out a loud laugh and dodges you.

“You’ll have to be faster than that to beat the champion!” he exclaims as he ducks down, barely dodging the pillow you are now trying to assault him with.

“I’ll show you ‘not nice!’” you exclaim.

He grabs one of the other pillows and the two of you end up duking it out via fluffy madness, Serenity jumping about on the bed chirping happily at the two of you. After a few minutes, you both collapsed onto the bed in laughter throwing the pillows to the side.

“I needed that…” you wheeze out in between breaths.

“You’re going to do great…”

“What if I don’t?” you ask in a small voice.

He lifts himself up onto one arm so he can look down into your eyes.

“You’re way stronger than you think you are…”

You just nod unable to speak before you grasp the pillow and bury your face in it. He pulls you into a hug as you attempt to roll away from him.

“No Leon! If you hug me it will only make it worse!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll just want to cry more!”

He lets out a laugh but lets go of you, “At some point you’re going to have to stop crying every time you see me…”

“Shut up! It’s your fault! Plus I’m dealing with a whole decade of buried emotions it’s a lot, okay? Being a woman is a lot!”

You both just end up laughing at your outburst, once you’ve calmed down you go to fix your hair and make up again. You’re a little surprised when Leon just continues to lounge on your bed and play with Serenity.

“I don’t remember you having a Hatenna when we were younger… What happened to…”

“She’s with Mom and Dad… I didn’t really have the space to keep her and now she just enjoys lounging around.”

“I see…”

“Have you thought about your team?”

You look at him through the mirror as you fix your hair.

“I have a few thoughts…”

“None that you’re willing to share?” He asks with a sly smile.

You just shrug in reply, “I can’t reveal all my secrets…”

“Of course not…”

“Not even one?”

“Don’t you have official League things to do?”

“Bothering my sponsor is my official League thing right now.”

“You’re impossible…”

“I’m The Unbeatable Champion!”

“So now you’re The Impossible Champion!” you chirp with sarcastic happiness.

You see him slowly go to reach for the pillow again and, “Don’t you dare! I do NOT have time to redo my hair...AGAIN.”

He sends you an innocent smile as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. You just send him a look and go back to fixing your makeup.

When you are finished the two of you head out of the inn and back to the stadium. Now, especially with Leon by your side, the amount of people looking at you and acknowledging you is overwhelming.

“Oh! You need a uniform! I’ll be right back!” you watch as he jogs off without waiting for a reply. A moment later you are approached by a reporter and cameraman.

“Excuse me… Do you have a moment to answer a few questions?”

“Umm… not at the moment… I need to get ready for the ceremony.”

A look of surprise crosses her features, “Oh? You’re a competitor? Are you the sponsor that Champion Leon is endorsing?”

“Yes, I am… and I’m afraid I have much to do before the ceremony… If you’ll excuse me…”

You practically run away from the reporter and practically into Leon. He steadies you before he hands you the uniform.

“Whoa! Slow down! Here take this and head to the locker room! I have to go take my place, I’ll see you afterwards though?”

You just nod in bewilderment and take the offered uniform. You know this is something you’re going to have to get used to, especially if you are going to be at all associated with Leon. Vaguely you wonder to yourself if you’ve made the right decision after all… especially with the way that reporter is eyeing you like her next meal.

Notes:

Hey everyone! I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed and subscribed! I'm excited about this and I'm hoping to have the next chapter out soon! Raihan will be in that one! Who is ready for Dragon Boy? Me tooooo! I hope you enjoyed your Leon moment! Please review and tell me your thoughts!

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Christmas Special: Characters spending Christmas with their S/O

HAPPY HOE-LIDAYS!!!

Christmas morning is happening all around the world, but no matter what you do or don’t celebrate, or how you do or don’t celebrate it, we here at Afterdark hope y’all have a wonderful time! 

The holidays are hard (pun not intended), but please know that if you’ve ever enjoyed a post on this blog, we love you, we appreciate you, and wish you all the best in the world.

Here’s your present!

Trevor

AINT NO CHRISTMAS LIKE A BELMONT FAMILY CHRISTMAS! 

Lights, food, music, more lights!

His whole extended family gets together for this, so expect to be dragged along to many many events throughout the month. 

No pressure about the gift buying though, they're all very practical people and contributing to the food pile is a perfectly acceptable offering. 

You never would have guessed the size if his personal ugly sweater hoard.

And you are less surprised to find his mistletoe belt buckle. 

It's not so much he gets jolly as he and his family honor the traditional route of drinking and feasting. 

He's very shy about his few gifts he gets you though, when you both get to have Christmas Day to yourselves. 

He gets a few necessities, like the soaps you like and socks to replace all the holey ones he tossed behind your back. (The man can have holey underwear but is weirdly specific about socks being intact)

But among them he'll get a cheesy sentimental thing, like a locket his nan thought you'd like or a card with a better poem than he has any right to be able to write. 

With the rest of the month having been crazy, this day he wants to spend with you, in pjs, nibbling on leftovers and watching movies. 

Begs you not to get sexy santa lingerie because he really doesn't need to be reminded of his family while fucking you that night. 

Adrian 

He can enjoy the sentimentality of the season, but you can see him roll his eyes at gaudy Christmas displays. 

He sees mistletoe in doorways less as an opportunity for a grand romantic gesture and more of a game. 

How many seconds does it take him to go from noticing to smooching your face?

You have the suspicion he might also be so quick about it because he wants to make sure there's no window of opportunity for anyone else to come in.

He offers to spend the holiday with your family if you prefer, his parents aren't sticklers about the exact day you visit. 

He uses the cold weather as an excuse to be ten times more cuddly than normal.  Obviously he just doesn't want you to catch a cold. Obviously…

Kid damn near forgets to buy gifts. 

He's just so used to getting things as you need them he forgot to actually hold anything back to the holiday. 

He does get cheeky with them though, adding things like "Christmas Edition" naughty dice next to your favorite candy. 

Hey, the point of the holidays is to have fun, right?

Sypha

Caroling, caroling, caroling- Sypha it is literally December 1st.

Expect there to be music playing through the house 24/7 of a wide range of genres.

While her family has always spent extra care to teach each other about the variety of celebrations during the winter months they would settle on Christmas as the day to actually get together. Work schedules and all. 

Has much more fun with Christmas activities than gifts or food. Sledding, building snowmen, watching movies, quality time is huge for her. 

Her family has such a variety of ways to spend the holiday she has to ask you exactly what your family might expect of her if you visit. 

Very much a getter of "us" gifts. Fancy coffee for us to try,  a new toaster for us to use, spa passes for us to go to tomorrow. 

When things boil down she's a bit glum, knowing most people will go back to being less kind without the holidays and a looming hint to be nice. 

But she can't stay sad for long with you to be with her until next Christmas. 

Hector

December always sneaks up on him, you can tell by the eye rolling when he hears the music in the stores change overnight.

Not digging the cold much, but he will risk freezing to avoid the gaudy Xmas sweaters. 

Snowflakes are fine, he draws the line at lights and tinsel. 

You can tell he gets a little salty about a lot of people only acting nice during this month but he can't stay sour when he sees you glow under the lights strung up between street lights. 

Spends extra time at the animal shelters, helping them bring critters in from the cold and he donates all the blankets and pillows he can grab from second hand stores. 

He's not a huge gift giver, but if there's something specific you've been eyeing he'll go out of his way to make sure you don't get it for yourself.

Is the YouTube boyfriend who gets you the puppy/kitten you've been looking at online,  minus actually filming it. 

He also loves making a big Christmas Eve meal,  even if it's just the two of you,  and then having delicious leftovers for days after. 

Isaac

Probably the one who needs the most persuading to be…"jolly".

No Christmas sweaters, no Christmas music, any carolers are getting a door shut in their face. 

He finds it the biggest spit in the face for people to think being jolly for 25 days undoes all of the cruelties of the world.

But you discover he has a soft spot for decorations, especially the lights. 

He likes the handcrafted ornaments and the reflection of people's personalities in how they arrange their homes. 

But of course he won't discourage you from enjoying the season, he just has trouble doing it himself. 

When it comes to gifts he's very simple,  minimal wrapping, but he does make a little game of it.

Why put everything under a tree when you can find small tokens of his affection by the coffee mugs, on your nightstand, maybe in the pantry?

He cuts off the baking early in the month though once he notices the slightest tightness to his belt. 

He can't say no to your cooking, clearly this isn't his fault!

Dracula

Is he a scrooge? Not… exactly. 

He gets testy about the hypocrisy of a celebrity holiday turned commercial and the religious overtones and the worst version of "Santa Baby" to be released in his lifetime which he always thought was a garbage song in the first place-

But for you he can suck it up. 

He always gets confused at how people with wish him a Merry Christmas for things like holding doors during December, even though he does that year round. 

To be honest he'll follow your leads, not carrying many traditions with him. 

You like big family gatherings? Sure, he can bring the roast beef or honey ham for the crowd. You want to hide away and drink peppermint schnapps in hot chocolate watching horror movies? Strange approach but whatever makes you happy. 

He won't buy a ton of gifts, but the one thing he has a weakness for is holiday lingerie. It is perhaps the one thing he could argue that pays tribute to the original holiday practices, fucking. 

It's gaudy and can be ripped apart easily but replacing it is what next Christmas is for.

Lisa 

You can guess by the boxes upon boxes labeled "XMAS" living in the attic that there's some serious decorating that's gonna happen December 1st.

Lights everywhere, giving a little ray of hope and magic. At least that's how she will describe the effect she wants her elaborate display to have. 

No religious symbols, since she wants the feelings of goodwill to be broader in scope. 

She'll drag you outside to browse other people's displays, squeezing your hand and pulling you close and she gets lost in the glittering lights. 

She doesn't push much for the family get togethers, she likes to keep things intimate and personal with you. 

Movies, going ice skating, just taking the time to appreciate being together. 

Which means she's a hell of an accurate gift giver, always finding the exact thing you need without you having to ask for it. 

She also does a loooot of baking. She does donate a lot of it, and will give it to carolers if they come by, but you might need to step in to tell her that you have no more room in the fridge or pantry for all of the goodies. 

Godbrand

The whole of December was quiet...too quiet. 

Sure he was up to his usual hijinks, but not really feeding into the holiday theme.

Aside from the stash of eggnog in the fridge and gigantic bottle of rum to go with it. 

You would've thought he'd completely ignored the tree aside from a few baubles that got rearranged. 

Then Christmas Eve rolls around and he's full ugly sweater, glitter and lights in his beard, sack of gifts over his shoulder,  "Ho ho ho Merry FUCKING Christmas!" 

Apparently he doesn't think much of wasting the whole month being half assed when he can go balls to the walls in one night. 

Spoils the fuck out of any kids in either of your families. 

Once your home alone, expect the whole ribbon on his dick, sexy Santa ready to "cum down your chimney" bit.

Is it gaudy and ridiculous as fuck? Yes.

But he'd rather be over the top for you than make you think he just hadn't cared at all. 

-Mod Soviet

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An EreMika Baby😍💕

idkwhatimdoingsometimes has a ridiculously adorable request that I cant wait to share: "Hi! Hope you're doing ok❤️ can I suggest a eremika family fanfic where eren has to go away for a few days for a job in the survey corps and then returns home to greet his waifu and baby son and he just becomes super loving and doting? I thought about this last night at like 3am and thought it was adorable ❤️❤️❤️" So, I think I died after writing this. Way too cute of an idea. Don't come for me when you get a fluff induced heart attack. Sorry it took me a while to write, but I hope you all enjoy the sweetest couple ev as parents 😭❤️ Not all of the recent crazy shit in the canon-verse has transpired in this case.

It's been well over a year since the titans were successfully eradicated and there are many towns filled with homes that must be repaired. Levi has some very big shoes to fill after assuming Erwin's position as commander of The Su͏r͏vey Corps. Many of his talented soldiers have received some well deserved promotions such as Eren and Jean, who are now squad captains that lead their own soldiers to be just as fierce as themselves. Quite a few of them have joined the large group that gathered to help rebuild Connie's old village and wonderful things were done by the military in the hopes of helping humanity to start over. Nobody understands that desire better than Eren, who managed to mend the fragile relationship with his childhood friend Mikasa after the shifters were cured a few years back. They became inseparable immediately and have been an item for almost two years now, so it certainly wasn't long until a bed was added to the mix. And with the titans finally gone, everyone is feeling much more comfortable bringing children into the world again. The day that her pregnancy was discovered, they both agreed that one would always stay behind whenever expeditions arise in the off chance something horrific happens that would leave their baby son, Hannes, without his adoring parents. That was also the day Eren risked his life by suggesting a much deserved early retirement, since it's no longer necessary for her to be tethered at his hip. Mikasa's reaction was a gamble given her unpredictable pregnancy hormones at the time, though he truly wasn't surprised when she so passionately insisted that being soldiers has already made them good parents. His heart shattered as he watched tears stream down her face and slight confusion overcome her because something that was once so simple to control has now turned almost impossible for the moment. It was very obvious to the young man that she felt unsure as to why this reaction was so powerful at all. They both know that on any other occasion when trying to explain how much she loves what they do, especially now that they're really getting the chance to help others, wouldn't have made her break down. He'd conceded immediately of course, heartbroken and kicking himself extra hard for making her cry even though his instincts scream to protect her and their, at the time, unborn baby. After growing up together, living through a literal hell, and now that his shifting ability is cured, Eren fully intends to live out the rest of his days with this incredible woman.

Horse hooves gallop through an expansive valley before the old, abandoned castle that The Survey Corps now call home. They have been gone for three days now, so everyone felt a wave of relief and some even laughed with excitement. But the young father can only focus his attention on the barn visible in the distance and push his steed to gallop even harder. Thoughts of finally getting to hold Mikasa and their baby have been pleasantly clouding his mind since he kissed her goodbye a few days earlier, when they smiled as they conversed about how amazing this little boy is already because even the great Commander Levi can be seen frequently showing some degree of amusement since his birth. Uncle Armin is naturally Hannes's Godfather and seems to get a great amount of good from him as well. Who wouldn't love to see the toothless grin that he's recently discovered is possible to make, or look into those piercing little emeralds? This baby has been a gift to them all and with some other soldiers finally beginning to settle down, more tiny tots are sure to follow. Somehow while in casual conversation with comrades a few days earlier, the question was asked if he and Mikasa have considered adding another baby to their sweet little family. His immediate reaction was to smile and say no, that they haven't even thought about having a second child yet since she just had Hannes only three months ago. It was a lot to get used to at first that’s for sure, but the couple would absolutely die for their son and love him more than life itself.

The horses trotted up to the barn in unison as their hooves crunch through dried up leaves scattered on the autumn ground. Eren smiles as he swiftly dismounts his horse and allows his very fatigued mind to linger that crazy schedule the baby has his girl on. It's very strict, and his own body woke him up consistently while he was gone because he's so used to the way their old bed frame sometimes creaks when she attempts to sneak out of his arms to nurse their son, that he actually longs to hear it again. He lives for those heartwarming moments when she crawls back in bed afterwards and cuddles into him so she rests her cheek on his chest, because then he gets to feel how quickly she drifts off to sleep with those soft breaths on his neck. Fuck, I missed them so much. Eren smiles to himself as he gathers his tack with one arm and locks his horse in its stall, then half runs into the tack room to put everything away. He weaves himself through that hoard of soldiers and books it from the barn, completely ignoring Armin's friendly greeting from where he sat playing cards with some of their comrades because he’s so determined to get upstairs. But it didn't bother the blond at all, he simply smiled and shook his head. "I truly cannot think of two people who deserve to be happier." Eren heard him say and others in the room agree enthusiastically, a remark that he couldn't help but smile at. It's around mid day now, which means that Mikasa has already finished nursing their son and put him down for a nap, and will most likely be asleep herself. He opens the door carefully to avoid it's annoying creak and felt instant relief come over him to see his son safely sprawled out on his back, fast asleep in the crib at the end of their bed. He smiles as he carefully closes the door behind him and silently removes his boots, fixating his eyes on his girl while she sleeps peacefully curled up in a ball under the blankets. He sneaks around the crib to crawl into bed behind her and gingerly slides an arm under the pillow far from where her head lies, then drapes the other over her side to gently tuck his hand underneath. There was a sudden soft sigh when she slowly stretched her body back into his warm embrace, giving one glance over her shoulder with a sleepy smile as she blinks away her drowsiness. He always thought it was cute when she did stuff like that.

"You're back.." Mikasa mumbles as she turns her upper half to lean in for a sweet, welcoming kiss on the lips. "Try to keep your voice down, he's not sleeping well for me today." She yawns quietly into her hand and rests her head on the pillow once more, smiling wide as he presses light kisses to her cheek.

"Aw, poor kid." Eren whispers and smirks as she turns her head to meet his gaze, knowing that he loves this woman more than words can say. Hell, he always has. "Maybe he just missed his daddy."

"I know I missed his daddy.." She chuckles sleepily as her eyes flicker between those incredible emeralds and his highly kissable lips.

"Is that right?" He smiles and raises an eyebrow as he gently cradles her cheek in his hand, and she nods her head enthusiastically. Of course his amusement only grows as she leans in to kiss him, forcing them both to silence their own quiet laughter as not to wake the precious baby sleeping nearby. The last thing he needs is to be woken up before he's ready.

"So, how’d it go?"

"Exceptionally well. I believe we rebuilt around forty homes on this trip.”

"Gosh, I bet you looked really hot being all sweaty and whatnot..." Mikasa smiles between their soft, persistent kisses in response to his muffled laugh. "It's too bad that I wasn't there to see your incredible muscles in all their muscly glory.."

"Muscly glory?" Eren pulls away, pressing his lips together to keep himself from laughing aloud and smiling as he sits back to gaze into her eyes. "What the hell is that?"

"Heh, I’m sorry. I guess I’m still a little sleepy.."

"I know you're sleepy, Mika. It's pretty cute."

"You shut your mouth, hot shot, you're pretty cute yourself." Their attention is drawn to the foot of the bed when the baby suddenly stirs in his sleep, stretching his arms and legs before falling motionless once more with a tiny, squeaky sigh. Mikasa slowly sits up and blinks, clearing her vision to clear her vision that his little eyelids are still closed. The bed moves beside her and she can feel a wide grin stretch across her face when a pair of lips press tenderly against her cheek.

"You're both exceedingly adorable, you know. It's unacceptable." Eren chuckles lightly and pulls away to look at her as tears run down rosy, porcelain cheeks. He frowns as he moves his hand to gently cradle her opposite cheek and brought her closer to softly kiss those tears away. She grasps his wrist and gives a loving squeeze as he sits back to study her face. He smiles at her small grin of amusement and gently pushes his fingers through her hair. "Are you ever going to stop crying about how cute he is?"

"I mean, probably not.."

"I don't think you've stopped being weepy since you gave birth. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, gosh," Mikasa smiles, chuckling softly as she leans in to plant a kiss on his concerned frown. "And I worry to much?"

"You do worry to much and you know it. I just, I remember a few times from some of my old man's patients where women who give birth can become more sensitive. Often first time mothers, too."

"Look, I appreciate your concern, okay?" She says, their voices still at the same whispers as they gently rub the tips of their noses together. "But I would tell you if I were feeling sad."

"Would you?"

"Meh..."

"Exactly."

"No, seriously, I'll be upfront with you. We promised that to each other when we started dating, don't you remember?"

"Of course I do." Eren smiles as he presses his lips to hers and is pleased to feel these kisses returned so sweetly, the way they always are. He reaches for the silky hair invading their kiss and carefully pushes it aside, following her back slowly with their lips locked as he cradles her cheek in his large hand. They pull apart slowly after the need for air became too great to ignore and he smirks as he gazes lovingly into her eyes. "You're right, I'm sorry." He kisses her again and again, and pretty soon they were both trying desperately not to laugh aloud. But they were much more successful after the second time they pulled away and he suddenly found himself laying on his back. He adorably bites his lip as he moves his arm aside for her to cuddle into him and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself because the sight of someone known for being so tough has the sweetest soft side. She grins and happily takes her place laying up against him as he tightens his strong arm around her waist, knowing that he’s already more than used to the butterflies that’ll arise automatically from her lips smiling on his neck.

"Heh, thank you." Mikasa yawns softly as she listens to the comforting sound of his healthy heart beat and observes their little boy continue to sleep soundly. "I didn't think I'd get him down for his nap. He slept pretty well for me last night, though. Only woke up twice."

"That's wonderful. I was worried he wouldn't sleep well for you while I was gone since his routine would be all screwed up."

"He definitely loves being rocked to sleep by his daddy.."

"I missed you two so much it's honestly crazy."

"We missed you too." She smiles on his neck and presses her lips to this space as she lightly traces a small heart in the center of his chest. "I love you." Her lips smile against his skin once more when he kisses the top of her head.

"I love you too. You're mine for always."

"My heart only beats for you and our precious baby.." Mikasa smiles wide as she kisses up to his jaw and pulls away to rest her head on his chest. He lays his cheek on the top of her head as they cuddle together in silence and enjoy each other's company. The baby awakens gradually as his tiny hands wander up to rub his sleepy eyes and stretches out his limbs. His parents smile adoringly at their little boy as he watches them intently. "Gosh, both of my boys are so handsome.." She giggles softly as the hand resting on her hip slowly rubs along her side.

"Yeah, you're right, sometimes it is like I'm looking in a mirror." Eren says and she can hear the endearing change to his dreamy voice, even that his heartbeat increases with excitement. "So, did he laugh for you while I was gone? Or did I miss that milestone too like I missed the very first time he rolled over?" That was a heartbreaking moment for the young man who wasn't even on a mission at the time, but simply completing tasks on his 'hunny-do' list elsewhere. But without fail, his girlfriend had scooped up their baby boy and ran as safely as she could to share the incredible news with him. And when he finally saw Hannes roll over for the first time, he couldn't help but clap and smile his praises.

"Nope, though I got close a few times when he rolled on his belly. He was stuck for a little bit longer today so he wasn’t very happy with me," She giggles when their son flashes a wide, gummy grin and her heart feels absolutely full with the addition of Eren's genuine laughter. "Were you, baby boy?"

"His smile is adorable like yours."

"But those are your incredible eyes and handsome facial features in mini form." Mikasa turns her head slightly and presses her smile to the underside of his chin before she slides out of bed. She walks over to the crib and carefully lifts the baby into her arms, propping him up against her chest with his chin on her shoulder as she gently cradles the back of his head in her hand. "I'm certain that your mother would absolutely lose her mind over this little cutie..." She smiles as she softly kisses her baby's temple and one of his chubby cheeks, joyful eyes already locked on her loving boyfriend.

"Gosh, you think? Give him here, please, I've been dying to hold him for days." Eren smiles as he sits up in bed and takes his son, gently cradling his head in his hand with the other stretched under his back for a stable base. "Ah, there's my little guy.” He chuckles as he brings him closer to plant a kiss on his forehead. The baby reaches up to touch his father's nose and his smile, all while maintaining a still expression like he's utterly fascinated. "Wow, I sure missed you." He smiles and kisses the baby's fingertips as they feel across his lips, taking in all of his facial features.

"I love to watch you with him," Mikasa smiles as she climbs into bed beside her boyfriend and their son plays with one of his fingers. It's clearly too large for him to hold since he needs to use both tiny hands, but Hannes could care less based on that wide grin. "You're such a great Daddy."

"Loving him is easy. Hannes is both of us and I think that's pretty incredible."

"I always like to think that he has an angel on his shoulder watching over him. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. I like that." Eren turns to her and gives a smile that would have been bigger if her eyes weren't tearing up. The only good thing that comes from situations like these is how beautiful her eyes become, more so than they are already. That incredible man meant a lot to both of them, so his brutal death was particularly horrific. "Big Hannes. One hell of a guardian angel, that's for sure." They smile as they lean in to share a sweet, comforting kiss and their baby coos joyfully in his father's arms. "I'm absolutely crazy about you, you know." He smiles as she lovingly rubs the tip of her nose against his and gives a gentle, playful pull on his son's hands with the finger they continue to squeeze. His thumb lightly rubs over the top of his tiny hands and the young man frowns at the soft sniffles coming from his girl.

"Well, I've been crazy about you longer." She giggles as he crashes his lips crash against hers and runs her thumb over the dimple on his cheek.

"I don’t know about that, but I'm pretty sure I hid it better. Apparently everyone except for me knew that you were into me."

"You're the most handsome, oblivious human being I've ever met." Mikasa smile as they turn their attention down to the baby, who has adorably stuffed his tiny fist into his mouth. Surly if he were a few weeks older he would be gracing them with fits of laughter based on that familiar, playful expression that leads to everyone seeing his toothless grin so often. She watches in high amusement as her boyfriend carefully lays their baby on the bed and tickles his stomach. The little boy removes his fist from his mouth to give a wide, gummy grin that made both of his parents laugh. "He's so cute that I'm actually crying."

"I can't get enough of him. God, he smiles like you. Did you know that, Hannes? You smile just like your mommy." Eren laughs as he lightly tickles under the baby's chin with his fingertip, then gives his nose a gentle poke. "You even have her cute little nose." He smiles as she buries her face in the crook of his neck and a dainty hand slides around the width of his bicep. The dainty hands that have killed for him and the sake of humanity, for the chance to have a moment just like this.

"Goodness, you literally have not stopped flirting with me since you got home..." Mikasa grins as she presses her lips to his tanned cheek.

"I haven't been home for three days, babe."

"What, you're playing catch up are you?"

"Basically." He looks into her eyes with a dreamy smile and her heart flutters the way it always does.

"You're the worst..."

"I love you too." The way he laughs tells her that she's never seen him this content, at least not in a very long time. His energy couldnt feel more bubbly nowadays, which coincidentally began when their relationship was finally allowed to blossom and peaked the day that Hannes was born. "Do you have any idea how much daddy worried about you while he was gone?" Eren smiles as he gently rubs his thumb over the top of his son's hands and receives an impressive grip on his finger. "That's right, I lost count how many times I had to reassure myself that you and mommy were perfectly safe."

"We managed while daddy was away, huh, Hannes?" Mikasa giggles as she watches Eren's fingers gently tickle over the baby's stomach, making him squeal loudly in merriment. A different sound that the young parents haven't heard but a few other times before. They look to each other in shock, and one smiles wide as she pats the other's shoulder excitedly. "W-was that it?! Did he?!"

"He's so close! Come on little guy!" Eren smiles as he gentle tickles once again, making the baby react in the same adorable way. "Drastic times call for drastic measures. It always works to get you laughing, so, I wonder..." He says as he pushes the baby's shirt over his plump little belly and leans down to gently blow on his stomach. That did it. The baby immediately bursts into hysterical giggles and squeals with excitement once more as his ecstatic mother wipes away her tears of pure joy. Eren laughs as the baby continues giggling and playfully flails his little limbs excitedly. He sits up to look into those tiny eyes and smiles as his girl lovingly dusts the fuzzy chocolate hairs from the their son's face.

"Oh, my precious baby!" Mikasa smiles as leans down to give repeated kisses to his chubby cheek, making the baby giggle enthusiastically in response. "Heh, now that he's figured out how to laugh, we're gonna get to hear it all the time. I'm so excited!" She says in a way that makes the baby smile and the couple laugh together as he presses a kiss to her cheek, carefully resting his chin on her shoulder. "Oh, you are just too cute!"

"He really is." Eren smiles as he wraps his arm around her waist and touches the other to the baby's cheek. He gives a playful, gentle pinch and is rewarded with an adorable giggle and matching toothless grin. "Thank you for braving through that horrific pain for us to have him."

"Horrific pain is an understatement. I thought my shattered rib cage was the worst pain ever but it's definitely worth it."

"So, you would consider...?"

"Having another baby?" Mikasa smiles as she gently pokes the tip of her son's nose and the young couple laugh at the sound of his contagious giggles. She kisses his little cheek and pulls away to look into those dazzling emeralds that perfectly resemble his father's eyes. The baby boy grins as he flails his arms and legs happily, making them poor over their coos of joy. "Heh, let's just enjoy him for a little longer."

"I'm not saying that I wanted to right now, silly girl. I was thinking we could start trying when he turns one, if you were okay with that of course."

"Alright," She agrees enthusiastically as she turns to meet his gaze with an adorable smile and blushes lightly at his dreamy smirk. "I'd be okay with that. Can you handle me being pregnant again?"

"Oh, good point.." He says to her in a way that clearly conveys he's teasing and smiles as she kisses him on the lips. "Mikasa, you literally aren't any different than you are normally when you're pregnant. Just maybe slightly more moody, but only if I haven't fed you in at least an hour."

"Really?"

"Seriously. So, stop worrying about that. Besides, if anything like the times you couldn't control your tears happens again, I have no problem holding my girl." He lovingly tightens his arm around her waist and kisses the side of her neck as he smoothes his hand over the baby's belly. Eren chuckles to himself when he feels tiny hands playing with his fingers and looks up with a smile. "What are you doing, Hannes? Hm?" The baby grins as he studies his father's eyes and sleepily blinks his tiny eyelids.

"I love hearing you call me your girl. It’s still so surreal.” She smiles as she watches him gingerly slide a hand under the baby's head and low back to lift him off the bed. He adjusts him carefully in his arms as he rises out of bed and cradles the boy safely against his solid form. Mikasa sits up and brings her knees up to her chest as she watches him with their little boy. He’s a natural. "It's attractive how great you are with children, you know..."

"Watch it." He smirks and shifts his focus down to the baby as he carefully supports the back of his head in his hand. This is what Eren always does when they've been struggling with getting Hannes to sleep. They aren't even sure why it works so well when he clearly doesn't have a favorite. But it's something he loves to do, to cradle the baby safely in his arms as he slowly rocks from side to side. Since the baby's face is resting in his father's direction, Eren could hear those soft whimpers of retaliation because he'd much rather be awake socializing with his parents. "It's alright, buddy. Daddy's gotcha." He frowns as he kisses the tears from his son’s rosy cheek and glances up to meet Mikasa's loving gaze. They share a smile as she rests her chin on her arms and watches his paternal side come out, gradually gaining control of the little cries their baby whimpers. Eren makes careful movements with the baby in his arms until he was cradled against his father's chest somewhat unhappily, though that's only because he doesn't want to fall asleep yet. The young man tilts his arm up carefully to plant a soft kiss to his son's forehead as he continues to soothe him to sleep. It's surprising to the couple that it seems to be working so quickly today, since within a few minutes of that first tiny cry of retaliation, Hannes's eyelids were fluttering shut once more.

"My hero..." She whispers and grins when he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Why don't you try and get some rest?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I got this. Seriously, I don't want to see those beautiful eyes again for at least an hour and that's an order."

"Yes, Captain Jaeger." Mikasa smiles as she reclines back in bed and cuddles with her pillow. She watches him through sleepy eyes as a grin plasters on that handsome face and he slowly sways from side to side. His attention flickers between his two greatest loves and he smiles at the baby's sigh of content. It was clear from how Hannes struggles to keep his eyes open that it wouldn't be long now until he'll fall asleep once more and give his father a much needed cuddle session. He glances over his shoulder to see that Mikasa had finally given in to fatigue, just like their little one.

"You two are so much alike already." Eren whispers to his son and smiles as he slowly wanders over to the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom. He takes care when he sits down as not to disturb the baby and grabs the blanket that was draped over the back of the chair so he could cover his legs, all the way up to the baby's chest. Hannes's eyes open momentarily and his father can see tears waiting to pool over from those litttle emeralds. He sniffles and sighs softly as his eyelids slowly flutter shut once more, his tiny hands moving up to rub his sleepy eyes. The young father smiles and carefully tucks the blanket under his son’s arms as he gets comfortable in the chair. After he double checks that the blanket is far enough from the baby's face, Eren finally allows himself to recline his head back and close his eyes. Having the privilege of raising a family with this woman is more than he ever could have asked for and he's truly looking forward to what the rest of their lives have in store for them. Their goal has always been to be outside the walls, but now that they have Hannes, such a journey would prove to be rather dangerous. He knows one thing for certain; that they'll always be home as long as they're together, Mikasa, himself, and their adorable baby boy.

[writingsofmyimagination]

MARSHMALLOW

So this was for the BangtanArmyNet Writer and Content Creator Summer Exchange ‘19.

My Partner was the amazing @painfulbutsweet​ who created the amazing gifs and footer you see before you. Was truly a pleasure collaborating and I hope I gave you the Dom Jimin you deserve :P. WE SMASHED IT!

Our Scenario/keyword was: SUMMER CAMP

• Pairing: Jimin x Reader • Genre: Summer Camp AU

Warnings: Smut (Dom Jimin), BDSM themes (restraints, orgasm denial, spanking) , swearing, drinking games|

• Words 4697 • Please Enjoy!! You too @sibbyjin

“Are you ever going to have me on your team” Jungkook whined playfully at you

“Are you ever going to stop trying to convince me to sleep with you?” you served straight back, your response halted his growing smirk. The smirk carried on, but across Jimin’s face who was stood next to you.

When Jungkook told you that one of his friends wanted to apply for the team leader role opposite you, you were hesitant. Jungkook as amazing at dance he was and as brilliant as he was with the young teens at the camp he was still a bit of a cocky shit and the thought of having ‘one of his friends’ working with him seemed like the ingredients of a chaotic concoction you’d rather not willingly drink. 

All those doubts however, disappeared within minutes of Jimin of walking into the hall. Instead of the minimal swag Jungkook holds himself with Jimin walked in with nothing but grace and such a soft smile illuminating the flawless skin he was blessed with. His hair scruffily parted just off centre, the dark fringe hung over his olive skin with perfect contrast. The fluidity through his body when he danced was un-matchable, a delicate flower allowing the wind to take it where it dictated. It was mesmerising. His face was also incredibly expressive when he danced, you definitely saw hints of a duality; when his moves were more of the erotic kind, his kind eyes definitely flashed with a primal nuance.

Even talking to him he was polite. While everyone was setting up the camp for a few days before the kids arrived you learned he was incredibly attentive to very small shifts in people’s moods or behaviour. You ended up telling your friends he was an absolute marshmallow and now that was his nickname in their mind and yours and it also suited his hair colour which had changed to a pastel pink since his interview.

“Right guys!” you spoke loudly to be heard over the murmuring of 30 youngsters.

“Now you’re split into teams I’ll take the left group and Jimin you can take the right group” he nodded.

“One of the goals this week is to create a dance piece which will be performed at the end of week in front of your parents and the best choreography group will be chosen by our guest judges; more importantly it’s about making friends and enjoying the activities which we will be running when the dance practice and workshops aren’t”

“As many of you know there’s quite a tradition for pranks here, and while it’s amusing to prank the other team or its counsellors please make sure you have run the idea past the counsellor or leader for your team. For my team it will be myself or Hoseok” you motioned to him and he flashed his huge smile which easily could infect everyone with his positive bubbly energy. He waved to the kids, their faces buzzing with the fact that pranking is actually encouraged here.

“And for team B it will Jimin and Jungkook”.

“The other counsellors will be around to assist with the non-dance related activities as well. Any problems or worries you can come to any one of us understand?”

You received a unanimous mumble of yeses and nods.

“Right lets split up then, first task is to come up with a concept then we’ll re-join for dinner.

“Don’t think that just because you’re sweet you’re not on my radar for pranks” you warned Jimin with a sugary smile.

“Oh don’t worry just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you’re off mine either” he countered with a devils grin.

 Your kids chaotically agreed on the concept of Day of the Dead. Quite a few of the kids are on their 2nd or 3rd time here so they quickly settled when they’d reacquainted with familiar faces. You were always surprised at just how focused the kids were when they needed to be.

The first of the two studios was on the left as you headed to the main camp area. On the outside it looked very much like a temporary classroom, tainted pale blue slats lining the building horizontally. A museum of moss was exhibited up the sides running through the flat top of the building. Inside it was like it had been fast forwarded 10years, soft wood flooring lined at your feet mirrors lined one wall. You’d also managed to bring in two fair sized flat screens and mounted them on the opposite wall; it’s always helpful to film and play back for the kids to evaluate their own form. There was also a generous cupboard which was home to some fitness equipment and assortment of mats. You and the others had brought in some classroom chairs and intermittently scattered them around the outline of the room; the other studio was a perfect mirror of the one you’d be working in.

//

 “Here” Jimin had wrapped you up in a blanket and offered you a hot chocolate delivering all of the comforts you wanted, including his company. You were drenched, the latest prank victim; well it was more a kidnapping than a prank. Jungkook had steam rolled you across his shoulders while you were on a break and launched you into the lake like you weighed nothing; and fortunately for him you was wearing a white tank top and you knew he enjoyed every second of it. Once you’d retrieved your breathe back from hilarity you made definitely made sure his arm was dead for a little while.

“Thanks” It wasn’t particularly cold, the sun was set high in the sky, rays gloriously drying of the excess water from your skin. The lake on the other hand was freezing, the blood running through your vein slowed the moment you were submerged.

Jimin plonked himself down next to you as your back rested up against a tree stump.

“Your face when he chucked you” he blurted out erupting into a restrained giggle. You halfheartedly slapped his arm as a smirk emerged at your lips.

“You two need to just hurry up and sleep together already, you’re already like a married couple”

Your eyes grew offended, you inhaled deeply lungs filling with a sense of insult.

“What? No way! The only reason he’s like he is with me is because I’m the only one that probably rejects him, he can’t have me and his ego hates it. That guy will be nothing more than an annoying friend to me”

Jimin’s faces was creased with amusement, his eyebrows raising at the response.

“Well glad someone’s strong enough to friend zone him, even at Uni he’d always get what he wanted”

“Yeah? And what did you get? You’re easily on the same” you hesitated a beat “attractiveness level” you asked genuinely curious. He gave you a sideways glance accepting the compliment as you waited for his response.

“Why thank you, and I have much higher standards than JK, I like to actually have a connection with the people I sleep with” Your eyes must have glazed over

“What? He asked amused

“How are you even friends you’re complete opposites”

“Someone’s got to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble” he chuckled. There was short comfortable silence which was filled with calm contentment that relaxed you enough to just be at peace.

“You going to come to the fire pit later? The guys who have tomorrow morning off are dragging me to play drinking games, so this is me trying to drag you down with me”

“If it’s you then I’ll be dragged anywhere” he toyed childishly. You slapped him again with much more force this time.

“Seriously you’re such a dweeb!”

//Last class of the day//

You were engulfed in darkness yet you were almost vibrating with heavy excitement. You were doing your best to keep still, trying to avoid knocking anything and making a sound to indicate your presence. A thin strip of light crawled in from under the door as the room off from where you were came to life, you heard the scuffling of a hoard and muffled chattering noise.

Here we go you thought. You pressed your ear to the door for better audio quality.

“Mikey will you please set up the audio system” The indistinguishable chatter continued for a few moments until Mikey spoke

“Jimin it’s not working” Mikey whined.

“Okay let me have a look” You waited, patience shining through as your most redeeming quality; you heard the class steadily quieten into stillness.

A shot of loud music shocked into the room before it was snuffed out, instantaneously Jimin’s high squeal overtook the silence with the laughter of 15 knowing kids further taking over his noise. Your lips curved up, happy with the result.

He was primed

“Okay you guys settle down, are there any mats in the cupboard?” Jimin inquired.

“Yeah” a few voices answered.

Light footsteps closed you down. Your blood was rushing round so fast your head began to spin. The handle clicked and moved downwards as soon as the light hit you leapt from where you’d crouched.

Jimin’s body instinctively jumped backwards as his adrenaline spiked, the cry that you stole from his lips filled you with nothing but satisfaction, and a hell of a lot of amusement of course. His foot couldn’t quite find the floor he fell backwards cushioning his fall with his hands. Your hand shot to cover your mouth from revealing the extent of your laughter.

This was even better than you’d hoped.

You reminded yourself to massively thank Jungkook for telling you how jumpy Jimin was. The kids erupted into uncontained hysterics, you scrambled over to Jimin and took his hand and supported him as he got to his feet.

“Are…you… okay?” you managed. At this point he was chuckling away with you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine”

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not as soon as Jungkook mentioned you scared easily I just had to” you explained.

Jimin face distorted slightly when he turned and was faced with multiple phones recording the whole thing. He turned to you face even more quizzical looking for an explanation

“They knew, I asked them to scare you first, I’m kinda sorry for turning your kids against you”

“Betrayed Guys!” He shouted to the kids recovering from their hysterics.

You threw your arms round him as a form of peace, he quickly tightened the embrace accepting happily the apology.

“You are definitely going to get it now” he whispered bittersweet in your ear before letting you go.

“Counting on it” you countered, smugness brimming from your cheeks while sticking your tongue out provoking him.

 The night crawled in, the crickets sprang into their chirping which was being harmonised by the crackling on the fire burning away in the middle of a triangular layout of logs.

You slumped down next to JK, you were protected from the cooling air in your grey jogging bottoms and an oversized maroon hoody.

“So how is it I’m the only girl here tonight” you inquired taking a cool boxed  cider from Jungkook. Observing your company of JK, Jimin, J-hope and Jin. All looking slightly alcohol flushed.

“Chloe just went to get the marshmallows”

“Thank god, so where are we at?”

“Never have I ever” Jin replied. Your eyes rolled instantly.

“Of course”

Chloe made her way back crinkling the marshmallow bag open, and like bee’s to pollen hands flew and began to empty the bag.

“Okay erm Never Have I ever given a lap dance in crotch less underwear” Hoseok put to the group, his eyes were fixed on yours cheeky smirk burning into you knowingly.

“You’re such a dick” you scolded as you swigged your drink and swiped his arm. He knew you too well. Everyone’s eyes widened, curious.

“Never have I ever…fucked in a swimming pool” you countered with an equally devilish stare in response.

Game on

The laughter was thick through the night as the fire grew to embers.

“Truth” You requested.

“You can’t have three truths in a row it’s gotta be a dare” Jungkook blurted.

Was worth a try

“Fine, dare” you huffed, too intoxicated to put up an argument which you’d lose anyway.

“How about you give you Jimin a lap dance” Jin suggested.

1. This was a terrible idea

2. You’d learnt way too much about Jimin this evening, apparently the little cutie was way less innocent that his saccharine appearance let on

3. This was a terrible idea

4. You were going to give Jimin a lap dance

“Who doesn’t want a lap dance by a girl smelling of smoke in trackies” you joked standing up

“Someone get some music” Hoseok demanded, you and Jimin shared a glance of unreadable intention, his face was so neutral you knew he was compensating for one thing or another. The others were all clapping like amused seals waiting for the show.

🎵I'm just a bachelor, I’m looking for a partner, someone who knows how to ride🎵 (Pony – Ginuwine)

“Seriously? This isn’t magic mike!” you chuckled making an unsure way over.

“Magic Y/N” Jungkook quipped.

Your eyes grew dark focused and held onto nothing but Jimins as they shimmered with an abundance of anticipation. Other than the intermittent giggling you would say you looked pretty serious.

When your body allowed the music to direct it and your hips swayed everyone else around you bled away into nothingness. You edged closer nudging his legs open and stepped in over one his thighs, you loosely grinded and teased your hoody up exposing your stomach and stopped at the peek of your bra before erupting into reserved laughter as your cheeks flushed.

You slithered back to your seat consciously avoiding Jimins reaction, the rest clapped and wolf whistled as you held you a bottle up in acknowledgement.

“Okay JK tongue away, Jimin it’s your go truth or dare?” Jin began.

“Truth, I do not trust Jin and his dares at this point” Unanimous agreement across everyone.

“Why do you have to attack me like this” he whined in response through a laugh

“Jimin how do you feel after that?” Chloe asked

“I am not answering that” reverting back to the sweet guy everyone’s accustomed to.

“Ahh he loved it” Hoseok wailed pushing Jimin off the log, sending his drink flying and everyone into a fit of intoxicated laughter.

 Well your early morning run was out, the grogginess saw to that. You’d manage to avoid any hangovers thanks to the couple of pints of water you’d forced down your neck before completely crashing in the tight single bed in one of the counsellors cabin. Sunbathing in your secret spot it is.

Your tie up black bikini was partially covered by a thin blue crop top and loose beach shorts, your hair was messily up in a ponytail freeing your neck to utilise the cooler breeze.

A brief knock.

“Come in”

“And how are you feeling this morning?” you asked a rather dopey looking Jimin.

“Surprisingly fine actually” he still sounded surprised, his blue Hawaiian shorts sat just above his knees, his sleeveless shirt gave you all preview of the side of his abs.

“What are you doing this morning?”

“I was just going to go to my sunbathing spot and sleep” the aroma of sun cream was radiating of your skin and seeped into the room.

“Mind if I tag along”

“Sure, if you’ll behave” you warned with a toy tone.

“Me behave? I wasn’t grinding on anybody’s leg last night” You exhaled a soundless chuckle and looked down at where your dignity had fallen in that second.

“Yeah, okay, erm sorry about that” you felt as if you’d just become marginally smaller and seeked solace back away from that memory.

“It’s fine, it could easily think of worse people to give me a dance” his words oddly comforted you and made you feel at ease with your alcohol driven behaviour.

“Bet JK was jealous right?” you added, Jimin laughed, hands brushing his hair away from his forehead.

Wow

“You bet he was!”

 The serenity of the spot you’d frequent remained unchanged, the lake pooled into the circular area surrounded by a parasol of green flushed trees. A wooden dock stabilised by sturdy pillars of wood rested down the middle of the seemingly isolated lake section. The steady slope leading into the lake was watched over by a domineering lifeguard tower, the white paint peeling off in tired flecks.

Your towel unpacked, unrolled against the wooden slats of the dock and contaminated pink across the natural scene. Jimin’s towel was a less eye catching black partnered next to yours.

“Beautiful isn’t it” you asked, glancing around heat flooding your skin slipping your sunglasses onto your face as you laid down only the bikini covering your skin

“Yes it is” he replied his eyes not once acknowledging the actual scenery.

“I thought I told you to behave” lolling your head to the side to ensuring you got a shaded eyeful of him losing his shirt before he starting basking like a beautiful picture beside you. It wasn’t long before the heat absorbed you into a drowsy doze.

 “Uhhh” you gasped for air that refused to refill in your chest, your heart halted before it went into a frenzy as you were jolted awake drenched.

Jimin’s hysterical laughing intensified into slowly suffocating as your wail reverberated through the quiet.

“You dick” you managed breathy with an eventual chuckle as your heart rate became manageable again. He was stood there holding a bucket, accomplished.

Asshole

You rushed up and charged with full intent to push him with your full weight behind you. You failed, he achieved simply misdirecting your weight straight off the edge of the dock; but not before you clamped your hand onto his arm dragging him with you.

The pair of you surfaced gasping and slipping the hair from your face, the pink strands curving over his face dripping. You could stand up, just. The gravel rough at your feet. You hindered the glasses from floating away and tip toed in cautious steps towards the dock, the pair of you cursing at the temperature and jesting.

He’d managed to catch up to your heels, just his presence behind you contorted the atmosphere, heat rising from your chest sucking air from your lungs. His palm pressed at your stomach shifting your weight in the water to press to him. Delicate fingers swept the hair from your back over the front of your shoulder. His stung a kiss the nape of your neck, you suppressed a large exhale before manoeuvring yourself round in his arms.

“Can I help you?”

“I think we both know you can” your chest flush against his

“I think that’s very presumptive of you” you teased, he pressed your back against the pillar of the floating harbour stealing a moan past your lips. He leant slowly towards your ear

“Are you going to stop being a brat and let me fuck you already” If you had a drink you’d have choked, what happened to that sweet, humble guy? You was by no means complaining, the words trickled down and pooled in between your thighs.

“Don’t worry I’ll take the best care of you” he continued, nipping at the bottom of your earlobe.

I’m done

Your arms locked behind his neck in sync with your legs around his waist bringing him to a heated kiss, your back arching off the post and closer to him.

“In that tower NOW!” he growled after purring a groan through your kiss. Your lips tweaked up to a smirk toying with your bottom lips, his eye raging carnal intent. That itself send your pulse into overdrive. You obeyed, he’d grabbed the towels and blankets from the harbour and made the rickety wood planks more comfortable before he’d ordered you on your knees. Water still lacing your skin, the slow wind flowing through the viewing space bit at your wet skin. Jimin stood over you, contemplative. Water running southwards over every crease and indent of the muscle tone.

Fuck! I could be on my knees for him all day

“Now do I punish or reward you for your little dance yesterday” he spoke aloud rhetorically still mulling over the possibilities tugging at the string holding your bikini top together allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Think we need a bit of both don’t you?” your skin was on fire burning up with unbridled anticipation, his tone was much lower than normal, the bright squishy smile had been substituted to a determined lustful one. The duality this boy was capable of was unreal and you wondered how he’d be when you returned back to the others. He bent down in front of you taking your chin in the grip of his fingers waiting.

“Sure” you replied knowing full well that’s not he was after. His lips pulled up one side knowingly.

“If you don’t reply properly you’ll be the only one who suffers until I say so” he warned

“Yes..Sir!” You mocked, refusing to pacify completely to his will.

“That’s enough, hands out in front”

“If you play brat this is what you get, don’t think I’ve not noticed how much you want to feel all this” he eyes drifted down his body. Well now you can’t” he affirmed securing your wrists together with a length of rope he’d scavenged from the back of the tower. Safe to say you regretted your choices.

“If it gets too tight or sore tell me, okay?”

“I will”

“Good, now get on top” he asked, you sent a confused glance his way.

“Come on you basically outed your thigh kink last night” well Jimin had just rung the sweetest dinner bell.

Thankfully you had some self-control as to not squeal with excitement.

Finger massaged their way up his thigh longer than was necessary to slide the shorts up to the apex of his thighs.

His eyes intently watching you entertained.

“You don’t need these anymore” he yanked at the strings of your bottoms, you lifted yourself up allowing him to launch your last piece of clothing. When you sat back down you had to gasp, the introduction of his firm thighs against your already soaking core was bliss. Feeling the same thing a low groan rang in the back of Jimin’s throat. You stabilised your bound hands on his chest

“You feel so good, I want to see you get yourself off on me and stop when I tell you. And!  I want to hear you, don’t be quiet baby”

You may be on top but you were far from in control. You rocked your hips until you found an intoxicating rhythm. Jimin’s fingertips securing at the side of your thighs keeping you anchored against him. Your hips rocked faster chasing the end you knew would be denied, your breathy moans becoming louder and more vocal with each rock.

“Enough” he forced through his own moans when he felt your legs begin to quiver allowing your climax to simmer back.

“Fuck you look good on me” he panted

“You’d feel better in me” you quipped back apologetically pleading.

“Oh I don’t doubt that for a second baby” he replied sitting up from the waist a gasp gurgled in your throat as his thigh twitched beneath you, you slumped your arms over his neck. Strong hands slapped and gripped at your behind and pulled you closer

“Ahh” you wailed, a chimera of surprise and pleasure as the sting faded. A devilish grin formed at your vocal and physical response.

“Oh you like that huh?”

“Mmhmm”

//SMACK//

“Words” he scolded. Your body jolted in the opposite direction from the direction of his hand the sting harsher than before.

“Yes! Fuck!”

“Hands and knees” he barked, he supported you off to the floor, tracing his fingers down the centre of your spine which curved underneath his touch. You leant into his grip as his hand rested around the back of your neck, he tightened the grip softly to gauge your response; the squeezing of your thighs together gave him that answer.

“How about 3? I can’t punish you too much for winding me up as it was a dare. Count with me. His hand pre soothed the area and spent a few seconds running his hands through your arousal

Your wrists clenched within each other, your head resting on the top of them, eyes scrunched absorbing the sting

“1” said through gritted teeth.

Again

“2”

Again

“3” you whimpered,

“Well done baby” he praised “Fuck how much did you enjoy that, you’re even more soaked?” he gasped fingers running through you again.

“I’ll have to be harsher with my punishments next time”

“You presume they’ll be a next time?” you toyed through a breathless chuckle.

“Oh you can count on it, I have no intention of making this a one-time thing, you’re too perfect for that” your heart only barely managing to slow down now it had to deal with skipping an awe happy beat. The harsh tone had dissipated and was back to his normal softness until you pushed yourself to sitting on your legs.

“Did I say you could sit back up?”

The shift in tone knocked you for six, you loved it. You resumed your previous position, the ache between your legs tormenting you endlessly.

You heard the rummaging from the bag as he searched for the condoms, leaving the space around you lacking in Jimin and any contact. When he finally shuffled himself back down behind you he aligned his thighs with yours and pulled you back up by your hair directly onto his cock

“Fuck Jimin!” you cried adjusting to him. He tugged at your hair stretching your neck back exposing it to his assault of bites. His hand wandered soaking up the skin of your stomach and kneaded at your chest until his hand rested at the base of your neck pressing gently. Something about his hand lightly constricting sent your head spinning, endorphins flooding your already sensitive system.

“Don’t cum until I tell you” he growled starting bucking his hips into you, the pressure at your neck grew, as did his hand grappling at your hip keeping you steady. Your bound hands offering you little support only pushed you harder into his grip as you allowed your legs to support more of your weight.

Tangled hair clung to your skin, sweat now providing the adhesive quality. His grunts and groans were overshadowed by your ever increasing in pitch moans.

“Please can I touch myself” you requested with a breathless whine.

“Does this baby girl want to cum?”

“Please!” If he didn’t give you permission soon you was going to be in trouble.

“Not yet but yes you can touch yourself…fuck you feel so good on me” he choked panting at your ear. His thrusts slowed to hard and intermittent ones and you was ready to break the rules all over him.

With moans turning into desperate whimpers he finally gives in to his own pleasure as well as yours.

“Fuck! Cum for me baby” his words came out like a plea, relief to your ears. His hips jerking hard shoving you into a climax, legs quivering, your core pulsing harsh euphoric waves round his own throbbing cock. Your nails dug harshly into your thighs as the wave consumed and slowly dissipated from you.

Jimin untied your wrists in a rush, with your freedom all you managed was to slump down onto the blankets in a breathless hot heap. Recuperation was cut short with Jimin lying on his side next to you ghosting sweet tender kisses at your collar bone.

A small chuckle escaped past your lips.

“What?” his breath had yet to return fully, his hands soothing your wrists with delicate touches.

“How can you be such a cute sweet caring marshmallow and then fuck like that” you joked.

“Can I not do both? And did you just call me a fucking marshmallow?” he replied through wide, glazed over amused eyes.

[ivyveil]

Am I A Sure Thing?

the one where Harry, Nick, and Y/N are on a romcom movie night, with too much wine, and a gnome

A/N: This was my most popular series and I’ve decided to re-upload it! :) Check here for the masterlist.

The TV screen glowed dimly, casting a bluish hue against the group of three cuddled on Y/N’s couch. Nick was in the middle, splayed with his feet against the coffee table and his arms slung around his two best friends; Harry’s head was tucked against Nick’s shoulder, his arms linking around the other man’s chest and his feet curled onto the dark spaces between couch cushions. Y/N was on Nick’s other side, sitting more upright and her fingers toying with the ends of her hair.

While the boys’ attention was held tightly on the movie, Y/N’s was wandering towards the topic of split ends. What were they exactly, why were they so bad? Could she cut them off herself, or did she have to wait to get it properly done, for $60 at the local salon? Didn’t Harry not cut his hair for a few years, and still win awards for it? Y/N wasn’t sure, and more so she wasn’t sure if that topic had been brought up in the group chat, or when she had lazily been looking on Tumblr about her new celeb friend. Bringing it up naturally would put at risk her whole operation of secretly watching One Direction videos at 1 am, her eyes straining against the light of her laptop and itching to go to sleep.

If Harry asked, Y/N would swear up and down she never researched him – but, c’mon, there’s just so much information available online. And it was for meme research, anyway. Nothing to do with her lingering on articles with such lovely titles as Harry’s Top 10 Gentleman Moments and Harry Doesn’t Want You To Go To Sea-World!, and quickly passing over articles with well-known female singers and models (Nick had told her, quite unprompted, that those were mostly fake stories. Not that Y/N cared, of course. All that would matter is that Harry’s privacy is respected, of course. Of course.)

“-but keep on dreamin’ - this is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin’.”

The movie was wrapping up. Nick had begun to shuffle a bit in his position, gently rotating his ankles to wake up his legs, smacking his mouth together to get his jaw back and ready to spew 10,000 words a minute. Y/N felt certain he had reached that speed, she believed in the guy.

Harry’s arms stretched out, his legs pushing outwards over the arm of the couch so his entire body was one, long, stretching noodle. His fingertips even grazed Y/N’s side, the one that had been nestled up to Nick. She subtly moved, flinching slightly at the surprise when his fingers poked against her thick sweatshirt.

“Well, Y/N, whad’ya think?” Nick grumbled, his hand shaking her shoulder slightly and turning his head to grin down at her. It had been her first time seeing that movie in particular, although Y/N wasn’t sure why Nick had suddenly been so keen on watching romcoms instead of their typical zombie/apocalypse genre.

“Liked it, nice film,” she spoke around a yawn, smiling brightly back and choosing not to mention she had zoned out for the last 20 minutes. The distractions of split ends and Harry Styles had overtaken her ability to focus on prostitutes and love. But hey, what’s the difference.

Harry hadn’t stirred since his light stretch, and Nick simply hummed a response. The three of them stilled, snuggled into one another, warm underneath swaths of blankets thrown across Y/N’s legs, Nick’s torso, and Harry’s shoulders. The ending credits of the movie began to roll over the TV, names slowly inching further up.

Harry, Y/N, and Nick were comfortable, warm, and quiet.

Pizza boxes were littered by the base of the couch, veggies that had been picked off the slices tossed against the greasy cardboard. It had been a good hour and a half since they had eaten dinner, a meal that Harry had insisted on paying for. 

Despite it being Y/N’s home, Nick’s idea to order pizza, and Harry always being the one to provide food for the three of them when they were out. Nick hadn’t bothered to argue, waving Harry off towards the door when the doorbell rang, and Y/N was attempting to shuffle through her wallet, past the scramble of $1s, but couldn’t salvage the money before Harry had paid. She was set on returning the favor, at some point.

Y/N had texted Nick about re-starting their weekly movie nights, since Nick’s schedule had fewer required public appearances than before, and he had recently confessed to her his cravings for a more secluded lifestyle. Plus, she just missed having him around more, they had been close pals for years but had busier schedules with each promotion they had received.

Y/N supposed it would last a few weeks, Nick’s new private life, before he posted another hoard of Instagram photos and embraced his publicity like a long-lost friend. It was an aspect of Nick that Y/N adored, how he easily balanced being a public figure and also simply being Grimmy. His personality wasn’t wild, per say, but it definitely was never boring to keep in touch.

And so, when Y/N had suggested the idea of movie night to Nick, it had felt slightly wrong not to include Harry. Their group chat was active 24/7 at this point, especially when one of them was in a different time zone and had to play catch up on the conversation. The number of times Harry texted Y/N to explain what had occurred within the chat, in the span of the last 6 hours (more importantly, after Nick had finished his second Red Bull) was staggering.

Although Y/N wouldn’t consider Harry a close friend, he was certainly more than an acquaintance. She would often send him random texts, full of weird questions and thoughts. It was almost protocol between them, how their texts mainly composed of out-of-the-blue comments that were interwoven with more serious commentary about their days.

Nick had agreed with Y/N’s decision to include H, although he had encouraged it with a wide smirk. That just made Y/N nervous. She was nervous for numerous reasons, anyway, since the last time she and Harry had hung out in a proper, non-party setting was a month ago, when Nick was supposed to come to Harry’s dinner but instead burst into the door when she and Harry were moments away from kissing.

Late at night, when Y/N felt particularly lonely and the expanses of her bed sheets felt like a desert terrain, she could almost feel the breath from his lips against hers. The momentary hesitation before he leaned in, before Nick interrupted the moment. The excitement dancing in her mind, drunk with the wine he had poured her, and how his eyes had carefully looked into hers. As if he were looking for something special, thought she held the key to the universe.

It had been a while since she had felt like that, as if she were worth something beautiful.

They had shared a bed that night, their drunk friend occupying the guest room that was originally meant for Y/N. Harry had suggested they each have a side of the bed, perhaps trying to feel out the atmosphere, see if Y/N had snapped out of the haze of lust that his mind was still drowning in. She had shrugged nonchalantly and before Harry could say anything else -- her jeans were off. Cast to the floor, her body stumbling over to the bed.

Harry’s eyes had almost bulged out of their sockets, his head snapping quickly away to not be caught staring.

“Jeans are a bitch t’ sleep in,” was her justification, and it was admittedly the only piece of clothing that was taken off that night.

Harry stayed in his outfit from the dinner, simply untucking his shirt from the striped pants and calling it a night.

As they both sluggishly got under the covers, Harry focused on trying to swallow down his increasingly heavier breathing at the sight of soft pink, lace underwear that quickly fell out of sight when Y/N tugged her sweater lower. Y/N herself had spent the majority of the night trying not to breathe into Harry’s pillows too obviously, only subtly inhaling the perfume. When she heard him softly snoring though, she felt it was okay and burrowed her head into the blanket, taking a deep breath and finally feeling herself relax.

In the morning, they woke up in each others’ arms. Y/N was fairly warm, almost a little too hot, but the hard structure of Harry’s muscular arms circling her waist kept her from moving an inch. His hands were clasped behind her back, right above her bum.

Before Harry had pieced together who was snuggled up against his chest, her fingers grazing the sides of his neck and trailing down to the black collar of his shirt, he pulled her in closer, taking in a deep whiff of her hair in the process. Her fingers fell, slack, against the curls on the side of his head and in the exhausted frame of his mind, he hoped the girl would start playing with his hair. He always liked that.

Her hair smelled like the fresh, familiar winds in springtime, but Harry wasn’t sure if that was accurate or just his poetic ass being a lil romantic hoe again. Either way, it was pleasant. Something different than waking up to an empty bed, or to a person whose pores still clung to the heavy stank of liquor.

After they untangled their heavy limbs from each other, Y/N’s eyes lingered on the lines marking Harry’s cheek from the pillow. She found herself absentmindedly wondering how his hair would look in the morning under different conditions, but quickly shoved those thoughts away from her mind.

The rest of the morning lacked any physical connection between the two of them, interrupted by Nick’s clanking moans and head hidden underneath his stacked arms, mumbling about the tragedies of hangovers. They were in the kitchen, the dishes still stacked from the night before, a graveyard dedicated to the potential for Y/N’s night to be full of something other than going home and watching more Chopped.

Harry had whipped up French Toast for everyone, creating smileys out of bananas and strawberries and even bringing out some special maple syrup that made Nick whistle low, teasing his friend “pulling out the big guns for meh, aren’t ya Haz?” Y/N missed the quick glance Harry shot her, too distracted by Harry’s surround system in her conquest to play some James Taylor song.

Time in between then and now had muffled the fantasy of Harry for Y/N. Sure, the days following the dinner had her heart racing when she saw XXX My Ass had texted her again, but it soon waned when it was repeatedly questions about how many necklaces a giraffe could wear, and not another offer over to his place, sans their best friend.

To put it frank, Y/N felt silly. Like she had over-analyzed the situation, that the offer of a kiss was merely a product of the wine and not genuine interest. That the moment had been real, was there, but now was gone. It happened, yeah? Sometimes the flow of the atmosphere lent itself for certain people to come together, but a wind could alter the course of everything.

The sound of Harry’s voice snapped Y/N out of her stroll down memory lane, laughter catching itself at the edges of his words.

“Wha’ the fuck is on the table?”

It was a lawn gnome, perched next to the basket that held the Misc Electronic Pieces of her flat. Where did all the extra screws and wires come from, anyway? Y/N couldn’t possibly have so many things that needed charging, she felt, yet there were always random wires spotted around her flat.

The gnome had been a gift from Y/N’s boss, who apparently couldn’t even do a birthday gift with an air of normalcy. That figured, though, working in LA – Y/N was bound to start a collection of weird objects that served no purpose other than fulfilling the societal obligation of gifting on birthdays. This gnome, however, was not a normal gnome. Because of course it wasn’t.

Gone were the standards colors of red and blue, the orderly uniform of typical garden gnomes - instead the piece was covered by mirror pieces, tiny and reflective. It was a Disco Gnome.

On any normal day, Y/N would’ve agreed with the critic, because it was atrocious. The gnome community most likely mourned the moment it was put on the market, it was too futuristic for the current gnome fashion. But, that’s sort of why she liked it? It was fucking weird, probably insanely expensive, and useless. The perfect ornament to put next to a Misc. Electronics basket.

“It’s a disco gnome,” she responded, her tone as even as she could manage when giggles shook the words’ foundation.

There was a brief silence.

Nick was the one who started snickering, leaping straight across the boundaries of giggling into straight, hysterical chuckling and snorting, his hand unwrapping around Y/N’s shoulder to wipe underneath his eyes.

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“That’s gotta be...” and Harry was choking somewhat on laughter, as it racked through his body and mixed with coughs as he attempted to sit upright “...the strangest gnome ‘ve ever seen.” His giggles faded out, before relapsing into a heavier laughter the more he looked at it.

“Strange? Just plain ugly.” Nick interjected, waving a finger at the poor, defenseless gnome. It didn’t do much for itself, just stood and glistened.

The menu for Pretty Woman restarted on the TV, the frames continued to show snippets of the film with the options shining below. Y/N’s eyes kept on the TV, not quite wanting to join in on making fun of Frank (which was what she called the gnome, a 46-year old gnome, father of 27 other gnomes worldwide).

“Not very nice,” she grumbled, leaning herself forward off the couch, to land on the floor. She straightened out her shorts, not wanting her whole ass on display as she stalked by them towards the kitchen. It wouldn’t do to watch the berating any longer, plus the wine Harry had brought was still fogging up her mind. And the fact it was Harry’s wine again in her system seemed to launch another set of feelings she wasn’t aware of, lurking beneath her consciousness.

Sparing a glance towards her boys, she was slightly amused (but also irritated dammit, Frankie’s done nothing but exist) to see that Harry was crying, shaking with laughter, and Nick was simply beyond gone.

Harry’s Britney Spears shirt was half-up his chest from his new position, splayed against the back of the couch, one hand turned up as if to question the audacity of the gnome’s existence, and his other comfortably resting on his tummy. The bottom of his butterfly was peeking through from under his shirt, barely, his fingers rubbing back and forth against his chest.

Earlier that night, a black Snapback had been thrown against his curls, and while Y/N typically despised that trend, her toes had curled in their fuzzy pink socks when she had opened the door and saw him standing there, hands in his front pockets and his hat on backwards. The hat was now tossed somewhere on her carpet, a pair of black sunglasses replacing them as responsible for holding back his curls.

Nick’s sweats were barely hanging onto his hips and inched down dangerously with each laugh’s increase in intensity, his fingers reaching down to adjust himself quickly before launching back into the hysteria. His cheeks were ruddy, his fingers lifting the neck of his white tee to wipe away at the glistening tears. Harry and Nick were knocking into each other, nudging the others’ shoulder in some sort of secret language between the two of them.

It had just compiled on top of itself, the hilarity was for the sake of the hilarity as opposed to the situation. The gnome inherently had a limited amount of ridiculousness packed in its disco nature, the rest was just Harry and Nick being fucking idiots.

And, as Y/N stood in between the passage to her kitchen and the living room, she watched the two of them unravel further as if it were a second movie in itself, put on merely for her entertainment. Harry was wordlessly mouthing something to Nick, who understood the gibberish and it sent him into another spiel of giggles. Then, Nick began impersonating someone that went over Y/N’s head but Harry clearly got, because his mouth opened wider in silent laughter and his eyes crinkled just so and -

“I’m getting some more water,” Y/N half-yelped, and Harry’s head shot up, looking at her with his mouth still spread in a huge smile.

Harry glanced over at Nick, who was coming down slightly from the hysteria of the gnome. The two men giggled quietly to themselves, not sparing the gnome another look. The TV had restarted the menu selection again, which caught Nick’s attention briefly.

“’m gonna go get some water, too,” Harry decided, and Nick just grinned, nudging his friend off the couch.

Nick didn’t know how well Harry and Y/N were getting along, although he could tell by Harry’s blushing that he sort of fancied the woman. Y/N, however, was more of a mystery. She obviously enjoyed Harry’s company, but seemed more reluctant to let herself be loose. Nick watched Harry go towards the kitchen, wondering if the idea of match-making his two best friends was a good one, after all. They both had the tendency to not want to risk too much, which might result in both of them inadvertently hurting the other.

Her kitchen was not small, especially since Y/N knowingly sacrificed room in her bathroom for a larger one whilst apartment-hunting, but the walls felt closer to her than ever before. Perhaps it was how Harry entered a room, how his presence took up so much space. Maybe it was just because she was exhausted, sleep tugging at the corners of her eyes, and she had admittedly built up Harry to mean so much in her mind. Regardless, the kitchen felt tiny.

Y/N was next to the fridge, a glass in her hand, not having yet slid it under the compartment to get water. Her attention was elsewhere, as Harry’s low giggles had faded out as he entered. He coughed, low, sniffling a bit as he padded in. The change between the living room, with its disco gnome and easy, platonic moments – and the kitchen, with steel appliances and cold floors and fuck, isn’t Y/N properly over-analyzing this again? It was merely a room, but now it was a room where Harry could see her in all her nervous glory. That sort of intensified everything, to Y/N.

“Just wanted some wa’er, too, ‘f that’s alright,” and instead of Harry walking by her to reach the glasses, as would be his next move naturally, he waited by the stove, hands reaching up to fix his glasses on top of his head.

He simply looked at her.

“Yeah, ‘f course,” she took a step away from the fridge, letting him slip by.

Frustration clung to the smell of silence. It was much easier for Y/N to insist on the ‘moment’ with Harry being circumstantial when she wasn’t a few inches away from his body. It was simple to say it had been the wine, until his cologne hazed her mind and she could see the freckle on his lip clearly.

His socked toes tapped against the floor as the water poured into the glass; Harry sniffed once, reaching up and scratching the tip of his nose. Y/N tugged her phone out from her sweatshirt pocket, scrolling through her notifications in the persisting and awkward silence. The water was so loud, fuck, and what was Nick doing in the living room alone? There was almost no noise, at all, in the world.

(Y/N would see later, that Nick was taking a plethora of selfies with the gnome and would relaunch his introduction back into the public eye by slaughtering the reputation of Disco Gnomes. Which didn’t have a sturdy reputation to begin with.)

“Was the wine good?” Harry asked, moving back from the fridge and taking a long drink from his glass. Y/N was transfixed by the bobbing of his throat, although a small portion of her mind was scrawling on the innards of her brain: get your act together! Harry didn’t seem to notice, though.

How could two people be so awkwardly about each other, and yet completely miss it? A tragedy of the times, an issue that couldn’t be solved within a sane mindset. And in the haze of wine, pizza, and a good time with friends, their sanity was arguable.

“Mhm, really good, thanks for bringing some,” and Y/N’s shoulders relaxed, because this type of small talk was the sort she could settle into. Albeit, small-talk was never her first choice, but when she wasn’t sure why she wanted to suddenly launch herself onto the counter and curl her ankles around Harry’s back until he complied – yeah, small talk would be safest.

“Well, yeh seemed to like it last time, thought it would be a good bet.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s still really good. Liked it last time, was good this time,” Y/N felt herself rambling, and bit her tongue in nerves, trying to force the words to come to a goddamn end.

His eyes were carefully trained on the glass in his hand, now empty. It had bothered him immensely, how Y/N never mentioned the almost-kiss, that she never implied she would be okay hanging out with him alone, again. He didn’t want to risk it, overstep, make one of Nick’s closest friends uncomfortable. Fuck, didn’t even matter if Y/N knew Nick, he just didn’t want her to be uncomfortable around him. Ironically, the situation the two of them had crafted by their own worry manifested discomfort perfectly, it settled over them like a fine dust.

Her legs were bare, the cotton shorts having been hitched up slightly during the movie; and Harry respected her mind, sure, from the texts they had exchanged and how he would sometimes call her, even if it were for only five minutes, and hear how breathless she seemed running to catch the bus for her work, hear her reactions to the new juices (it usually involved quiet retching she tried to hide from her boss, which was adorable in a very new and strange way to Harry). But at that moment, in front of a woman who was just begging to be cuddled proper in her comfy pajamas, in a way Nick couldn’t, Harry’s heart ached.

Y/N noticed when he took a step closer, because although her eyes were on the newsfeed littered across her phone screen, every inch of her being was keeping close track on Harry. After a few more careful steps on his end, she turned off her phone and slid it back into her pocket, looking up at him.

With his hair brought back, his eyes were more piercing, his lips drawing in more of her attention now than they had previously that night, when she was fighting him over the last slice of pizza. (He won, with a victorious shout and Nick screaming at Harry about being nice to people).

Her kitchen was not small, but managed to feel like just a corner of a room, with Harry’s body so close to hers. His shoulders were at her eye-level, his fingers brushing her fingertips, the edges of her shorts.

A shiver danced against her spine delicately. Her mouth was parted, a breath caught between her lungs and her mind, her heart missing the memo to keep its cool and instead thudding heavily.

His head was ducked low, and Y/N knew if she were to look up too quickly, it was all too possible that her lips would brush against his stubble, before making it home to his own. So, she looked down, readily, at his feet, as one of his socked foot bumped into her own. It flashed her back to that sleepy morning, when she was unsure where her limbs ended and his began.

His voice broke the silence, although it sounded low compared to the roaring in her ears.

“Mind getting me mo’ water?” he cleared his throat gently, and Y/N heard the hitch in his breath. “’m thirsty tonight, love.” It was a low whine.

Y/N nodded, jerkily, and Harry’s mouth twitched

“S-sure,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to speak any louder. His chest lifted in a slow, deep breath, and along with it Y/N looked up, gradually.

A single strand of hair fell across his forehead, slanted to rest by the middle of his eyebrow. His mouth was set, now, in a firm line, his gaze more intensely than Y/N had remembered last. As if he were set on memorizing the surface of her skin, the freckles and smudged makeup.

It seemed crazy, how enticing the air around him was, how his eyes literally sparkled like it was a Disney Princess film and Harry was magic.

“Maybe...instead o’ water,” Harry began to suggest, his slow words only building up the suspense in her throat, “I could ask yeh for somethin’ else?”

“Yeah, what would that be?” Her voice sounded casual, she figured, and Y/N’s eyes were dead-set on Harry’s lips at this point.

“Think we got interrupted, last time. Wanted to finish it. That okay?”

It was barely a nod, Y/N felt so hypnotized by the pull of his magnetism and how her head was swirling with intrigue and lust. It made her eyelids heavy, as if they were closing on their own behalf as opposed to a conscious preparation. Her body just responded to his, as if it were only natural.

Because her eyes were closing, Y/N missed how Harry’s hand rose from his side, up to her cheek, before hesitating. She didn’t see how his face scrunched up, somewhat, because fuck if this wasn’t nerve-wracking. He had done this before, kissing someone wasn’t a new concept, but after so much build-up around the thought of Y/N, he couldn’t help but be nervous.

His hand eventually made contact with her cheek, and the moment was so familiar, she was brought back to the moment in hist study. How one hand had been on her waist, the other doing the same action of brushing over her cheekbone.

Kissing was a concept Y/N didn’t fully understand. How swapping spit could turn her engines so fast, how quickly some boys jumped to tongue (and she still had no clue what to do with her own in those predicaments, so she sort of just let them ‘explore’ her mouth and tried not to think about it too much) and how some girls liked to suck on her lower lip more than the actual kissing part (again, she didn’t quite get the hype but let them do whatever they wanted, they seemed to enjoy it).

It was a jumble of confusion, and Y/N felt quite sure in her opinion that kissing was only fun when the relationship was established, and it was quick pecks before work and slow, languid making out when the day was coming to an end.

She liked kissing when it had no pressure related to it, when it wasn’t a question of “What does this mean” or “Oh my God have they heard of mouthwash”. But, this was different. As Y/N should’ve really expected, really, because wasn’t Harry just different? In his total essence, when they were physically near each other, she had never quite met someone like him before. That it would only impact her this strongly when he was in the room with her, was unfortunate; to step away from him would mean to allow herself to tear the moment to shreds, ignore the potential of his lips on hers.

And he was gentle with her, the instant their lips touched.

She would never be able to properly describe it to anyone, how gentle he was with her. How freaking soft his lips were, and she half-wanted to break the kiss in order to ask him about whatever expensive lip scrub he used, because he tasted like butterscotch. Her mouth widened into a smile as she continued kissing him, feeling a smirk form on his, as well.

Her hands rose from being balled up in her sleeves, her fingers coming out from their safe haven in the warm cotton to rest, hesitant, on his cheeks. The scruff felt scratchy, and the bottom of her stomach clenched at the thought.

Having understood her moves as a sign she was okay with the kiss, that it hadn’t been all on his end, Harry deepened the way his lips moved against hers. His lips remained closed but were rougher, his hands holding her head firmly in place.

Y/N could hear a low moan in the back of his throat, how he tried to stop it by evening out his breathing, but she could feel the vibrations against her lips. Her fingers drifted to the back of his head, at the nape of his neck, and curled themselves around locks of hair. They were soft, having been matted down by his hat earlier that night, and Y/N wished it was within her right to try her hand at tugging on them, seeing what other sorts of noises she could draw out from the man kissing her.

But that would be something else, something far deeper than a kiss in her kitchen, with their best friend a room away, posing with a Disco Gnome as his penis for Instagram.

Harry felt drunker than the wine should’ve allowed him to become, the taste of Y/N’s lips was sweeter than any drink. He, himself, was not entirely sure where his bravery had stemmed, or why his self-control had vanished for the night. How Y/N was responding to his every touch, how her skin felt like gold and he could almost smell the springtime – it just felt nice. And it had been a while, since he properly felt relaxed and at home, like he did when she was around. What that meant, what that could mean for the two of them in the future, wasn’t on his mind remotely. All that mattered right then, was him and her.

They eventually parted. Harry’s hands remained on her face, cupping her cheeks, his eyes lazily opening and a boyish grin growing on his lips.

“Yeh taste like lemonade.”

A weird statement, but Y/N readily took it as a compliment, scrunching her nose.

“Yeah?”

Harry took a moment, his eyes scanning her face once more, before nodding, humming his approval. Her fingers detangled from his curls, and his hands dropped from their place. His fingers seemed to be going towards her own, but she put them in her sweatshirt pocket before he could, fast enough that it wasn’t obvious what she was avoiding. 

If there were one thing Y/N sucked royally at, however, it was the seconds right after Big Moments. Last time, she hadn’t needed to come up with anything to say in response, because Nick had crashed the party, and then in the morning Nick had been moaning rather loudly so Y/N had simply hurried to his side. There was no after-discussion between her and Harry, and she liked it like that. Sure, it meant there was less of an explanation, but it also meant she didn’t need to try and continue whatever illusion of attractiveness that had led Harry to her, to begin with.

“Did you still want that water?” Y/N cleared her throat, turning her head to look at the fridge. When Harry turned to look, as well, still a bit dazed, Y/N subtly wiped at the corners of her mouth, wondering if her lips smelled like butterscotch now. She certainly felt it thrumming in her veins, the adrenaline of kissing a cute person that never got old.

Damn, she was good.

“No ma’am, got what I came in here fo’,” he cheekily replied, lowering his head a bit and grinning. It was entirely unfair, how adorable this grown man was, how his chest was hardened with muscles, his cologne smelled of cinnamon and deep, manly shit, and his voice could drop to insanely husky levels – and yet his Britney Spears shirt, pink and faded, and his multitude of bedazzled suits and his collection of feminine designer scarves, they all made him more masculine to Y/N. There was nothing that distracted her from his genuine self, everything was seamlessly magnificent on him.

It was these thoughts that prompted Y/N to continue onward, pushing past her awkward reluctance of intimacy beyond the intimacy. With her hands still tucked in the pocket, fingers twirling nervously against one another, she turned back to Harry.

“Hey, I was wondering...”

The silence was sticky, her throat wasn’t properly opening up, how did people ever do this?

“HAROLD!” Nick bellowed from the living room, and Harry immediately turned, before looking back at Y/N, eyebrows raised with expectancy. He wanted to know, just as badly as she wanted to speak, what the next words were.

But Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head towards their friend in the living room. Because that was what the focus should be on, not on whatever Harry and her had going. This was a friends group, yeah? Once again, the awkward seconds after Big Moments, cut short. She wasn’t one to complain.

Y/N let Harry go in before her, taking a quick second to pour herself some water. Take a few, deep breaths. Sort herself out.

After the adrenaline subsided, Y/N stepped out towards the living room. She felt a lot more like herself; hydration would do wonders, it seemed.

The sight in front of her was something she hadn’t quite expected, although after a brief second of consideration, she probably should’ve.

The gnome had Harry’s hat on its head. Well, it partially did; threads of the cap were caught on the edges of the mirror shards, so it was almost hanging off the gnome, but stubbornly held on the front of the gnome’s face. Frank looked rather displeased with the outcome, although Nick looked beyond wildly excited, and Harry simply adopted a perplexed expression.

“I was tryin’ to put it on the gnome, ‘cause wouldn’t it be funny, yeah? And it got caught,” Nick needlessly explained, as Harry knelt down and tugged gently on the hat. Some of the threads snapped, so he stopped before any more damage could be inflicted on the Snapback.

“Was my favorite hat.” Harry said simply, running his fingers around the mirrors to see if he could pick out where it was latched onto. Nick was standing above Harry somewhat, a few steps back, one arm around his own waist and the other lifted up to his mouth, biting a bit on his nails. He glanced over at Y/N, who was walking up to her two boys.

“I’d imagine you’ve got plenty others, H,” Nick continued, swinging back to survey the man as he attempted to wrestle the gnome for the glory of the cap.

“Probably plenty other weird ones, like bedazzled cowboy hats.” Y/N piped in, which received a thumbs up from Nick and a snort from Harry. The former wrapped an arm around Y/N, holding her tightly to his side as the two of them watched Haz struggle with his short nails to pick away his hat.

“It’s really fuckin’ on here, isn’t it?” Harry grumbled low, sitting back on his heels and glaring at Frank.

Frank didn’t have much to say back – he, frankly (pun intended), never wanted to be in this position to begin with.

“Speaking o’ which,” Nick sang-said, swaying himself (and consequently, Y/N) side-to-side, “-could I come over to yours t’ pick out a suit? I want my gramma to be wow’ed this hol’day. Figured you’d have somethin’ a bit out there, got anythin’ with cheetah print?”

Harry, mostly focused on the gnome and attempting to will it with his mind to let go of his hat, shook his head. Before a pause, and then a nod.

Nick grinned and let out a weird sort of throat chuckle, happy with the outcome, and most likely picturing his grandmother’s reaction when she saw him in a few weeks.

“Wanna shine brighter than this fuckin’ gnome, Y/N,” Nick retorted, and Y/N shook her head, refusing to hear anything negative about her precious gnome anymore.

The TV had been turned off, most likely having been done by Nick in order to try and eavesdrop on the two in the kitchen, but the main light was on above their heads. The pizza boxes had been stacked on top of one another cleanly, next to the couch which, in turn, had the layers of blankets folded on top of one another. Y/N really loved Nick, sometimes, especially when his inner ‘mother’ side came out and he did the chores around her place. Who could ask for a greater friend, really?

The night was wrapping up, when Harry gave up on saving his hat and reluctantly flopped it back onto the gnome, which Nick found hilarious and took more photos of. Y/N made a slew of promises to Harry that, if chance ever fell on his side and the hat was freed, she would return it promptly. Harry’s eyes never lessened in distrust towards Frank, almost as if he felt sure the gnome had done it purposefully to avenge the teasing. Y/N couldn’t really argue with that, because it’s surely what she would’ve done, if she were in Frank’s position.

Nick had to be off, his shift at the radio station had been scheduled an hour earlier than normal. He was convinced he needed his beauty sleep, in addition to the billions of coffees he downed before he went on air, and Y/N just tousled the top of his hair and shook her head.

“Alright, Grim, if you gotta make yourself beautiful, I won’t stand in your way.”

“Aww, love, you’re the best-” and he hugged her tightly, squeezing her ribs as if it was the last time they would ever see each other. Y/N didn’t mind, Nick’s hugs were always supreme in her book. Especially when he turned his head, as he did then, and smack a kiss on the side of her cheek. He had done that since the first time they met, when Nick had confused Y/N with his other friend - but it had all, thankfully, worked out.

Yeah, Y/N thought, pinching Nick’s cheeks as he was walking out the door, things really did work out well for them.

Harry had gone home when Nick did, which left Y/N with a weird feeling. It only made sense, though, as it would’ve been odd if she tried to make him stay the night. There was no point, really, and she could try to say her piece later, through text. It wouldn’t be as immediate, but it sure as heck wouldn’t be as scary. Give Harry some time to think it over, let Y/N have some space to figure out how she wanted to get her message across. A true Marketing major.

So, when it drifted closer to midnight and Y/N was wrapped safely in her own comforter, a teddy bear propped by her head and her lamp switched off, she decided to go for it. Sleep deprivation could always be blamed the next day, for Christ’s sake.

Y/N: Hey, meant to say something earlier.

She didn’t expect her phone to buzz so quickly, didn’t expect Harry to still be awake.

XXX My Ass: Hey, thanks for having me tonight. Glad you got to see the movie! What’s up? x.

Y/N’s fingers typed out the message, her lips mouthing the message as she wrote it out. “I was...wondering...comma...do you wanna...go out...with me….sometime...question mark.” A final tap on the punctuation, Y/N felt very proud of herself for even finishing the message -- her stomach was already twisting in the worst way.

She read over the message, and then reread it. Once more, for luck’s sake. Was the proper punctuation too much, should she lowercase the ‘i’ and keep it casual? Would Harry be put off if she added a smiley? 

It didn’t feel right, though, none of it. Her nerves were bubbling over, way too much for her to feel okay in putting herself out there, and she began to rethink the whole situation. Sure, there had been a kiss, but what did that mean? Y/N tossed her head again against the pillow, huffing loudly to herself and to the teddy bear.

“This fucking sucks, I want to move to an Amish community and never have to engage in romance, ever again.”

Her teddy bear figured that even the Amish had romance, considering the need to procreate, but didn’t bother correcting Y/N. Sometimes teddy bears were the fucking best.

Her phone buzzed again. In a panic, Y/N flashed her phone back to her eyes and her heart was in her throat – but nope, she hadn’t sent the message yet. It wasn’t even Harry this time, it was Nick.

Nick: Hey, love. Been thinking – should we set up Harry with Marie? Think they’d get on well. He’s been a bit lonely, sulking around in his millionaire mansion, think it might cheer him up some.

Y/N stared at it, for some length of time that surpassed any comprehension. What the genuine fuck was going on? She had felt pretty sure that Nick knew what was happening between her and Harry, considering the amount of teasing that had occurred. She didn’t know for sure, of course, but it had seemed implied that Nick wanted her and Harry to get it on. Was that just Nick trying to get two friends together, platonically? Was something misconstrued?

Then, Y/N mulled over, perhaps he did mean for sparks to fly, but something changed. Did Harry mention something to Nick on the way home, tell him Y/N was a bad kisser? Her fingers flew to her mouth, feeling them cautiously, wondering if they were rough or tasted like her pizza. But that Harold-man told her she tasted like ‘lemonade’ and that’s a good thing, to most human beings. It was even a Beyoncé album title. It was iconic.

Without letting herself address any of the emotions stirring up in the shit-storm of her thoughts, she typed out a response.

Y/N: Sounds good. IK she’s going to Brian’s BBQ Thurs.

Nick: Brilliant, thx. Had fun tonight xxxx.

“You and me both, pal,” Y/N muttered, switching back to her messages with Harry. Rereading the message, and deciding it was all bullshit anyway, she deleted it quickly. Harry must’ve said something to Nick, she was convinced.

But she needed to say something to Harry that could pass off as friendly, nothing too serious, absolutely not referencing the kiss.

“What...brand...was...that...wine...question mark.” she whispered, retyping a response out and sending it in a huff. 

It was a really cheap excuse for a question, and she half-hoped he would call her out on her bullshit. Not that he had done that before, because it always seemed like an unspoken agreement to simply take each other for who they were, as opposed to challenging and questioning one another. At least, their friendship hadn’t reached that level yet. Which was unfortunate, because the situation could really use some confrontation.

Time receipts were quite literally the worst invention of all time.

Y/N saw that Harry had read it immediately, and she gasped dramatically. Even her teddy bear gasped, it was a drama show for two.

The three dots popped up, and Y/N’s eyes tracked their motion left to right, but then they disappeared.

Once more, they popped up, and then they disappeared again.

Y/N’s eyes, strained against the light of damned technology, stayed on their messages for 23 more minutes, but the dots never popped up again.

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