#and we were laughing about it and i took a photo

[neeeooon]

How about Sae, Rin, Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Reo, Kunigami, Barou and Karasu inviting their s/o to meet their family, after some talking they ended up going somewhere (bathroom, water, etc.) but when they come back they see that their family show their s/o their embarrassing baby photos and stories. How would they react?

omg real tbh THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! 🤍 (i got it right this time, ty for letting me know 🫶)

when their family embarrasses them in front of you ;

bf bllk x gn!reader

itoshi sae

-> it was clear who the favorite was right away. for every one picture of rin hanging up, there were three of sae

-> he wasn’t very interested in having you meet his parents, but you insisted. now, after sitting through twenty minutes of the itoshi’s telling you all about their son’s accomplishments, you got it. “… i am very sorry for dragging you here.” “your apology is accepted. i’ll be back.”

-> he left you alone with his parents, to which they took you on a second tour through the house. “oh! and this was when he scored his first goal!” “… he’s only a baby..?” “he was born with talent!”

-> when sae finally returned, you shot him a desperate look, and he swooped in. “that’s great, ma. i have to be up early for practice.” “oh, okay, dear! it was nice meeting you, y/n.” “i’ll call.” and then you’re free

-> “what did they say while i was gone?” he asked on the drive home, and though it was dark, you could see the red tint to his ears. “not much. just that you were born with talent.” he groaned, embarrassed, and you laughed

itoshi rin

-> despite being the same people, meeting rin’s parents was nothing like meeting sae’s parents. even though you were there for their younger son only, they loved to talk about their oldest

-> annoyed, rin gave your leg a gentle squeeze to grab your attention. “i need some water” which meant “i need a breather or i’m gonna lose it”

-> he was only gone a minute, but when he returned, his mother had the scrapbook out and propped across her thighs as she pointed photos out to you

-> “oh! and this was right before rin jumped off the top of the slide and bit a hole through his tongue! he was such a… rambunctious child!”

-> when rin heard that, he all but materialized back in the living room and slapped the book shut. “okay, no more story times. let’s go.” you couldn’t help but laugh at how pink his cheeks were

isagi yoichi

-> you were a bit shocked because how could two people as lovely and caring as isagi’s parents raise something as cracked as your boyfriend?

-> “oh, yoichi was such a scaredy cat growing up! so scared of everything, he wouldn’t even put his clothes on!” “mom!” “he would run around naked! and his father would be chasing him with a towel—“ “mom!!” “okay, fine!”

-> isagi spent the rest of the dinner sulking, his ears burning like flares in humiliation as his parents went on and on about the kind of kid he was. you didn’t mind one bit, loving all the free blackmail material

-> “can we pretend that never happened?” he practically begged on the way back to yours, and you cackled manically. “there’s no way in hell, mr. scaredy cat—“ “i was, like, three or something!” “i’m kidding, babe! don’t lose your pants—“ “y/n!”

bachira meguru

-> bachira’s mom is the coolest person you’ve ever met, to the point where if you were the same age, you’d want her to be your best friend

-> when you met her for the first time, she was covered in various paints and dyes, and you were immediately drawn to her warm, confident aura. “y/n! it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! meguru, can you get the tea from the fridge?”

-> once he was gone, she immediately collected your hands in hers and pulled you close. “has he told you about his monster friend?” “yes, ma’am—“ “oh, just yu is fine! ma’am makes me feel old.”

-> “ma!” bachira cried when he returned with the tea to find his mother showing you some paintings he’d done as a child while telling you what he was like back then. “oh, he was such a sensitive little boy… meg, so glad of you to finally join us!”

chigiri hyoma

-> oh my god, you’re so in love with chigiri’s family

-> you were nervous to meet them, but they were so immensely welcoming and made you feel comfortable that you forgot it was your first time meeting

-> “hyoma works so hard, y’know?” his sister sighed as she dropped some sugar into your tea. “when he was younger, before his accident, he used to be so cocky! he’d ask random people at school to race him all the time, and—“

-> and chigiri appears from helping their mom fold some laundry, his lips parted and cheeks nearly as red as his hair. “sis! is that really necessary?” “what? it’s a story of your growth!”

-> you could tell chigiri was embarrassed, maybe even a little ashamed of his younger self, but you quietly asked his sister to go on. “he’s grown a lot since then. been through a lot. he’s lucky to have you, y/n.” “you’re so embarrassing, sis..” “and you need to learn to respect your elders!”

mikage reo

-> you were a bit iffy about reo’s parents when you first met them. they weren’t necessarily strict, but their smiles felt forced and awkward

-> it wasn’t until reo slipped away to the restroom, leaving you alone with them, that they finally started some conversation. “… would you like to see little reo on his sixth birthday?” you were desperate to break the tension and nodded. “yes, please.”

-> one photo turned into two, two turned into three, and soon you were giggling along with reo’s mom as she told you stories you knew reo would never tell you himself

-> “he’s always had a soft spot for strays. the poor boy wanted a puppy so bad, he made one out of sticks and played with it until his father finally gave in! oh, welcome back, son!”

-> reo, red-faced and embarrassed, crossed his arms over his chest. “it wasn’t sticks… it was a stick. one.” you took his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. “i’m sure you took very good care of your stick-dog.” “we’re leaving. bye!”

kunigami rensuke

-> kunigami’s parents love you, but his sisters love you

-> “ren, honey, do you mind helping me in the kitchen?” kunigami’s mother called, and he gave you a small smile before disappearing around the corner. leaving you alone with his two sisters

-> “did you know that rensuke picked his nose until he was, like, twelve?” the younger of the two confessed, shamelessly exposing her older brother. you choked on a laugh as the older nodded. “it’s true! also, he used to cry if anyone sang him a lullaby.”

-> kunigami’s spiky head appeared around the corner, shooting glares between his sisters as he asked, “you two aren’t trying to scare y/n off, are you?”

-> both sisters gaped at him. “absolutely not!! y/n is family now!” “yeah, we like them more than you!” “wha—?!”

barou shouei

-> unlike kunigami’s sisters, barou’s were more hesitant toward you. they grew up with barou more as a parental figure than a brother, were spoiled rotten by him, so meeting his partner was strangely daunting

-> barou’s mother immediately loved you. she set a cup of tea in your hands and rested a hand on your shoulder. “you’re a good one, y/n. i’ve heard nothing but sweet things about you.” you can’t help but blush. “thank you.”

-> “will you still love him when he cleans up after you 24/7?” “uh—“ “or when he gets sad when someone puts wafers in his pudding?” “i—“ “do you clean? shouei really needs to be with someone who likes cleaning, too—“ “girls!”

-> you were pulled away from the badgering sisters, who were blinking between you and barou innocently. “we’re just curious!” “yeah! you deserve the best, big brother!”

-> barou, clearly embarrassed, just ruffled their hair and sent them to play somewhere else. “sorry about them..” but you were smiling. “no, they’re lovely. they care about you, a lot!” your smile grew when barou reddened

karasu tabito

-> “my, what great bone structure you have~” “granny! yer freaking ‘em out!”

-> you tried to laugh, but your face was smushed between two old lady hands. karasu tried to distract her with his sweet smile while pulling you to safety, but you only ended up with his older sister, instead

-> “oh my gosh, tabito is so lucky to have someone like you. you know, when he was in middle school, he had this phase with painting his nails black—“ “okay, enough telling y/n about tabito’s emo era!” karasu cut in with a nervous chuckle

-> his sister rolled her eyes and pulled you down to sit with her. “and his hair!” she whispered, pulling her phone out. “wait, i have a ton of pics of him from when he was a preteen. look at how dumb and full of himself he looks, y/n!” “oh my god, his head!!” “right?! stupid tabito.”

-> the tabito in question is mildly offended and extremely disturbed to see his partner and his sister laughing at old photos of him, but he knows this is a game he’ll ever win

[4ranghaes]

Heyy, since its my birthday can you do some type of bnd birthday scenario??

hiya!!! sorry this is a little late but it’s actually my birthday on the 18th so i decided to write this and post it on my birthday😭 cause i knew it would take a bit of time😭

happy birthday anyway anon!!!! and i hope you enjoy🥰🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd on your birthday

ot6 bnd x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

sungho🎀 [reader’s wearing a dress]

“see? i told you. what did i tell you?”

you giggled, stepping down the final steps out your apartment block, walking into sungho’s open arms.

“you look gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing your cheek, right by your ear before he took your hands and helped you into the back of the car usually used for boynextdoor schedules, now turned into a private chauffeur for your evening together.

“you can’t say that, you picked the dress!” you laughed, “which, i’m returning by the way. this is way too expensive!”

“i wasn’t complimenting the dress,” he smirked, sitting in the seat beside you, looking dapper in his own casual suit. he took your hand, pressing a kiss to the skin on the back, “and no way. it’s my money. i’m finally earning money, i can use it anyway i please. plus, it’s your birthday. it’s part of your gift.”

“part?!”

sungho laughed, nodding, “well, we’re gonna go out for dinner and i’m going to pay. no exceptions, cause that’s my other part of your present.”

“yeah? and what about those flowers that were on my kitchen table when i woke up this morning?” you laughed, giving your boyfriend a stern look, despite his pleased smile, “or the necklace you bought at the beginning of this month after saying it’d be my birthday present!”

sungho shrugged, a goofy grin growing on his face as he leaned across and pressed a kiss to your lips, “i just want you to have a happy birthday, my love.”

riwoo🦦🍡

“sweetness?”

you groaned, stretching out your body across the bed. riwoo smiled, his hand flattening down the hair on the top of your head. he leaned down, pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“good morning,” he chuckled as you blinked at the room around you.

you smiled at his beautiful face in front of your sleepy gaze, yawning, “morning.”

“morning,” he repeated, lost in staring at your face as you woke up to your surroundings.

you groaned, burrowing yourself into the comfy pillows and warm sheets, “why did you wake me? just to say morning?”

“no,” your boyfriend sang, patting your head before sitting on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, “to say happy birthday.”

you smiled at the realisation, riwoo tilting his head at you, taking your hand to press gentle repeated kisses on the skin.

“and to say that breakfast is ready.”

“you made me breakfast?!” you gasped.

he nodded, “pancakes. and i didn’t know what topping you wanted so i made them all. but i ordered in coffee cause i know you prefer iced coffee when it’s store made compared to home made.”

you laughed, placing your hand on his cheek, “thank you, sanghyuk-ie. you’re so sweet.”

he nuzzled into your hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, “come on. get dressed and come eat with me. i was thinking we could watch something while we ate.”

you hummed, “can i choose?”

“of course, sweet. oh! i almost forgot.”

he slid a beautifully wrapped present onto your lap as you sat up, you widened your eyes, “what?!”

“what? you haven’t even seen what it is yet,” riwoo laughed, getting up and starting to leave the room as he became shy, over-thinking his decision on the present completely.

you unwrapped the decorated paper, revealing a handmade scrapbook of photos, handwritten jokes and recipes. your eyes widened as you turned each page, gasping and laughing at the attention to detail.

“when did you do this?!”

riwoo shrugged from the doorway, a proud smile on his face, “come on, breakfast.”

jaehyun🪻🐕 [fem nicknames used]

“my beautiful girl!” jaehyun exclaimed, pressing multiple kisses to your face in between his words, “my pretty girl! ah the birthday girl! did you have a good day, my love?”

“leave her alone,” woonhak laughed from the kitchen, jaehyun rolling his eyes at his younger friend.

when he finally pulled away from you, he resting his fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze to look to him.

“i’m sorry i had to work today,” he murmured, and you felt a pain in your heart, knowing– despite his affection being more than common in your relationship –he was laying it on thick today, guilt sitting deep within him that mcountdown recording landed on the same day as your birthday.

“hey, i’m here now, aren’t i?!” you smiled, leaning to press a final kiss to your boyfriend’s lips before taking his hand and leading him into the living room.

you both sat on the sofa, you collapsing into his body. you’d had a day of greeting friends and family, shopping, meals, treats and presents, which was so lovely and while you were beyond grateful; having a moment alone with jaehyun was all you wanted all day.

“come on then, show me what you got,” jaehyun smiled, not removing his head from where it rested upon yours.

you grinned, pulling your bag up onto your lap and beginning to give him a haul of all your presents. jaehyun just smiled and watched quietly, tired from the day and overwhelmed with love for you.

“and most importantly,” he said, once you’d finished your show and tell, and had started fiddling with a couple of your favourites, “did you have a good day?”

you looked at him with a peaceful smile, nodding, “even better now.”

jaehyun smiled, kissing your forehead ever so gently, before sitting forward and rummaging in his back pocket, “look at the tv a moment.”

you did as he said, jaehyun’s fingers tickling your neck as he clasped a necklace around you, placing a kiss on the back of your neck as he did so.

“like it?” he murmured, chin resting on your shoulder.

you looked down. there was a tiny ‘j’ charm, alongside a blue gemstone: for december.

you turned to look at jaehyun who was smiling proudly. you pouted, “i love it, jae. thank you.”

“happy birthday, my girl.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

a kiss was pressed to the side of your head, as taesan’s arm was lazily slung over your shoulders, “happy birthday, baby.”

you gasped, looking away from the movie playing on the screen to your boyfriend’s grinning face, “is it midnight?!”

he smiled, nodded as he watched you sit up, grabbing the cake he’d gifted you from off the table.

“wait,” he commanded, before you grabbed a piece on your fork. he dug into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a heart shaped candle and a lighter, “it’s not your birthday until you blow out the candles.”

you giggled, clapping as he lit the candle, lazily humming happy birthday and lifting the cake to your face height.

“make a wish!”

you smiled, glancing at taesan before closing your eyes, wishing, and blowing out the candle. taesan cheered, placing the cake back down and taking the candle out before taking a big spoonful of cake and feeding it to you.

“good?” he asked, picking off a strawberry from the top.

you moaned, “dongmin, that’s the best!”

he chuckled at your cuteness, kissing your forehead again before leaning back, pressing play on the movie, “what do you want to do today then?”

you hummed, picking bits of strawberry and chocolate off the top of your cake, “i want to spend the whole day with you.”

taesan sighed, trying to laugh off the comment, though it struck his heart with his overwhelming love for you, “of course, baby. whatever you want.”

leehan🪸🐠 [fem nicknames used]

“happy birthday!”

“oh my god!” you gasped, jumping with a start at the sudden movement from your boyfriend behind you.

you’d thought he’d gone to sleep at least 20 minutes ago, while you continued to scroll on your phone, leehan had thrown his arm lazily over your waist and his breathing became heavy behind you. you glanced up at the time on your phone: 00:00.

“thank you, baby,” you laughed, after getting over your initial heart attack and noticing your boyfriend’s pleased smile.

leehan just kept grinning, staring at you for a few seconds longer. his breathing was loud as always, but you didn’t mind, after so much time together you found it came to relax you.

“what?” you laughed.

he got up from the bed wordlessly, walking over to the wardrobe and opening the door, revealing a load of balloons at the bottom. he reached in and grabbed a wrapped gift and a card, turning round with a grin that made his eyes disappear.

you laughed, “what is all that? when did you have time to blow up balloons?”

“before you came round,” he said, coming to your side of the bed and sitting on the mattress, your body bouncing slightly with the change in weight. leehan groaned, “i kind of wanted them to pop out, you know? but i didn’t have any helium so i had to just blow them up like normal.”

“aw that’s okay, babe,” you cooed, sitting up and pressing a kiss to his pouting lips, “i love it anyway.”

he smiled, giving you another quick kiss before shoving the present into your lap. you unwrapped the card first, leehan sat silently smiling proudly as you read his sweet words, and cute drawing on the flip side.

‘happy birthday to my queen. you light my life and make everything better. thank you for always listening to me (even when i ramble about fish). i love you always. your donghyun’

you looked to your boyfriend with tears in your eyes, as leehan laughed and jeered, “why are you crying, you big baby?! come on, open the present.”

he leaned forward and kissed the top of your head as your hands moved to unwrap the box: a bouquet of lego flowers. you looked up to donghyun’s now bashful face.

“i thought we could build them today.”

woonhak🧸

“i don’t know… it looks pretty high…”

“oh, woonhak, please! it’s my birthday!” you whined, pulling your best persuading face as you took your boyfriend’s hand and started to wander towards the desired rollercoaster. his feet, however, were placed firmly on the ground.

woonhak sighed, looking at you with displeasure, “fine.”

“yes!”

the queue was minimal, considering it was the middle of a weekday, so the wait went quickly – and you’re sure that’s the only reason you got woonhak on in the end.

“hold my hand. ya! y/n! hold my hand!” he yelled, as the ride started, still holding his hand out across seats for you to take.

you laughed, intertwining your fingers and holding them above your heads as the rollercoaster gained speed, twisting and turning over the tracks.

“oh woonhak, that was the best!” you cheered, once you were safely on land again, turning to see your boyfriend who looked pale in the face, following behind you. you smiled, joining him at his side and intertwining your hands once again, “why don’t we go get some snacks?”

woonhak smiled, nodding with a bit more enthusiasm as you walked in the direction of the corndogs and popcorn. suddenly, you gasped.

“not another ro—”

“we have to get them!” you cooed, dragging woonhak over to the stand of couple’s headbands.

“uhhh…”

“look!” you gasped, grabbing the purple and blue headbands with a stuffed panda placed to the side, “we can match!”

woonhak looked at your smiling face, practically bouncing up and down as you held the headbands in your hand, “okay. how much are they?”

“₩30,000.”

“₩30,000—?!” he exclaimed, before sighing, “okay, okay.”

he pulled the cash out his wallet, handing you the money before wandering over to the snack counter, and getting two corndogs and two drinks. he sat down at a free table, before suddenly he felt hands on his head.

he sighed, watching you sit down with the purple panda atop your own head. you laughed, making woonhak smile.

“happy?” he asked.

you nodded, replying, though he could barely understand through the mouthful of corndog, “you said you’d get me anything!”

“yeah, whatever. happy birthday, love.”

[h0neybb]

— all in all is all we are

୨୧ min yoongi x m!manager!reader ୨୧ yoongi notices you've been acting a bit off after you two arrived home. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: some jealousy and very partial nudity (reader), but other than that, just fluffy !! (+2nd person) ୨୧ wc: 1.4k

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It was safe to say that you were absolutely pissed.

You shouldn't have been, either. It was so trivial, so unimportant, and it shouldn't have bothered you. Hell, you've been dealing with this for years now.

Still, something about those people in the airport today just got under your skin.

It was the average comments that were heard from fans every day. Asking for a photo, or an autograph, or a completely unattainable chance with him. You laughed them off, as you always did, but then one lady piped up in a voice that was sweet enough to rot someone's teeth right out of their skull.

"You look so pretty today, Yoongi!"

It was all she said, with a bright smile on her face. It shouldn't have bothered you. You should've laughed it off. But something about it made you want to scream in her face. Or rip your hair out. Or maybe rip her hair out. You had never felt so jealous before; it's not like you were even a jealous person in the first place. Yet, here you were, absolutely fuming because of some poor girl just trying to compliment Yoongi like how a normal fan would. You were the only one who was allowed to call him pretty like that. That compliment, that tone, was reserved for you. In the comfort and privacy of your own home. She didn't deserve to call him that.

To make it worse? When you glanced over to try and assure yourself that you weren't crazy, he smiled. He fucking smiled. You felt like you were losing your mind, tightrope walking over a pit of jealousy and despair and every other vile word that you happened to think of.

Your heart hurt. Your head hurt. Everything about you seemed to hurt. It was as if all of this jealousy was physically paining you. Yet, you still had to look like the normal manager, walk along as if everything was perfectly fine and you were merely there because you had to be. So you did. Mostly because you didn't want to cause a scene, and you would likely get fired from your job if you did. You took a few deep breaths and trudged through your self-made pity party with a neutral expression, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when you and Yoongi were led into a car and driven back to your shared apartment.

You stared straight ahead the entire ride back to the apartment. It was mostly just due to the fact that you didn't know what to do with yourself. You could feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You could feel the way he was staring at you, trying to figure out why you weren't your usual self. He attempted to intertwine his fingers with yours, and you almost felt bad for pulling away, instead opting to rest your hands in your lap as he looked at you with an expression akin to sadness.

You were silent as you got out of the car. Silent as you unlocked the door. Silent as you moved toward the bedroom to grab a change of clothes before taking a shower. Even when Yoongi called out your name, you ignored him. You dug your own trench of insecurity, and now you were fighting against your own rationality. It was hell, and though you tried to wash it all away, you couldn't help but repeat that girl's words over and over. You look so pretty today, Yoongi. So pretty.

After you had dried off and returned to your room, Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the mattress, waiting for you. You could tell, since he wasn't doing anything but fidgeting slightly with his fingers. He looked upset, like your demeanour had suddenly rubbed off on him. Now, you just felt like the worst person on the planet.

"What's going on with you?" Yoongi mumbled with a slight frown. You didn't want to talk, but he beckoned you to say something. "C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment... what did I do?" He stood up from the bed and stepped toward you, reaching out his hand as if it were an olive branch. This time, you let his fingers lace with yours.

"Did I do something?" He reworded his question, almost sighing in relief when you shook your head.

"It's stupid." You finally managed to whisper.

"It's not stupid. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." He immediately shut down anything negative that fell from your lips. He reached up to brush the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone, before letting his hand drop to your collarbone, and eventually, he trailed his fingers down to your pecs as you tried to find the words.

"...That girl, at the airport, who called you pretty." You muttered, gritting your teeth so you didn't go off on a rant about how she made your stomach turn and your head hurt.

"...Are you jealous?"

You nearly turned and walked right out when you noticed his sly smirk and almost untraceable chuckle, but Yoongi only held your hand tighter.

"No, be honest. Are you?" He seemed a bit more serious this time, and he squeezed your hand when he noticed your defeated gestures, how you sighed and nodded as if it were the most embarrassing possible thing that you had ever even thought.

"I don't even know why. I don't know if it was just the way she said it, or because she said it, or the way she looked, or..." You trailed off, realizing you were rambling.

"Sit down." Yoongi commanded gently, moving to the nearby closet to grab a pair of boxers for you so you weren't bare naked while trying to have a somewhat serious moment. The moment you slipped them over your hips and you were semi-presentable, Yoongi nearly tackled you onto the bed. You gasped as he pushed you down so that you were laying flat on your back, though you just let it happen. He hovered over you with a bright smile; he couldn't help but tease, just a little bit.

"You're jealous of some girl I've never even seen before?" He laughed softly when you tried to look away, obviously flustered. "You're amazing, you know that?"

The sudden flattery almost snapped you right out of both your jealousy and your embarrassment. Why would he be complimenting you? You were being ridiculous.

Yoongi noticed your confusion and laughed again. "You're just amazing. I can't believe you love me so much that you would get jealous when someone so much as compliments me." He brushed your damp hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.

"You know I wouldn't ever leave you for some random girl, right?" He asked before leaning back in to press another peck to your nose. When you nodded, he took both of your hands in his.

"You're the only one for me. You're the one I love. M'kay?" you couldn't help but nod along to his words, simply because of how sure he sounded. He was so confident sometimes it made your head spin.

"Okay." You replied, and he decided to move away from kissing your nose to your cheeks, then your forehead, then back to your nose... it seemed like by the time he had decided he had finished, not a single spot of your face was free of a kiss. Your face felt all tingly; you couldn't help but wonder if it was the abundance of skin-to-skin, or if Yoongi just had that affect on you.

"I love you. Even if I can't show it sometimes." He whispered, finally whispering the words you needed to hear all along. Suddenly, you felt all of the jealousy and vitriol and hatred get washed away, no thanks to the shower from earlier. Turns out, you just needed some reassurance from your boyfriend.

"I love you." He repeated, and you realized you had been entirely too silent this whole time.

"I love you too." You sighed.

Out of nowhere, you realized that Yoongi had missed one spot when he was ruthlessly leaving kisses across your face. You didn't even need to say anything before he fixed it, though, leaning in and carefully pressing his lips to yours in what was probably the sweetest kiss you would ever receive.

It was good to know that the chances of you getting jealous again anytime soon were very low, now.

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[oct0bra1ns]

an: desi boyss <33333 lolol, have fun with this one, i plan to add more lore for him later

Aarav stepped out of his car, exhaling as he took in the familiar sight of your house. It had been years since he’d last stood here, but nothing had changed—the same whitewashed walls, the same wind chimes hanging by the door, the same faint scent of agarbatti lingering in the air.

He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, taking a steadying breath before ringing the doorbell. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t. But something about coming here first—before even seeing you—made his heart hammer just a little faster.

The door swung open, and there stood your mother, blinking in surprise before her face lit up with recognition.

"Aarav?!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest before immediately reaching forward to pull him into a firm hug. "Look at you! When did you get back?"

"Just a few days ago, Aunty," he said, smiling as she pulled back to inspect him.

"Such a big man now, huh? All suited up," she teased, swatting his arm. "And you didn't even call to say you were coming?"

"Figured I’d surprise you all," Aarav said smoothly, stepping inside. "Besides, if I gave you a heads-up, Uncle would have had an entire feast ready, and I can't let him go through all that trouble."

"Arey, as if he needs a reason to feed people," she laughed, leading him into the living room. "Sit, sit! I'll get something for you."

Before he could protest, she was already calling out to your father, who emerged from his study, eyes widening in pleasant surprise.

"Aarav! Welcome back, beta!" your father said, shaking his hand firmly before clapping him on the back. "How does it feel, being home after so long?"

Aarav hesitated for just a fraction of a second, then smiled. "Different," he admitted. "But good."

He glanced around the living room, noting every little detail that remained unchanged—the framed pictures on the wall, the cushions that had probably been there since he was a teenager. His eyes drifted towards one, a photo of you standing with a Dupatta and him with a makeshift sherwani, frowning. 

It felt strangely nostalgic, looking at all the mischief the both of you got up to before he left for London.

"So, tell me," your mother started as she set down a plate of snacks in front of him, "have you met our child yet, or are we the lucky ones getting to see you first?"

Aarav smirked, leaning back into the sofa with easy confidence. "Not yet," he said, picking up a piece of namak para. "But I have to ask, Aunty… do they still remember their husband?"

Your mother’s hand froze mid-pour as she was serving him tea, while your father let out a short, surprised laugh.

"Oh god," your mother groaned, shaking her head. "Not this again."

"Of course this again!" Aarav grinned. "That was a legally binding terrace wedding, if you recall. I made very serious vows. You were all witnesses."

Your father chuckled, sipping his chai. "I do remember someone demanding that he touch their feet like a proper groom."

Aarav smirked. "And I refused, which is probably why the marriage didn't last."

Your mother rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you two were impossible. You used to fight like an old married couple before that wedding nonsense, and even worse after it."

Aarav laughed, shaking his head. Yeah, we did.

He could still remember it so clearly—the way you had huffed when he refused to follow your made-up wedding rituals, the way you had chased him around the terrace, dupatta flying behind you like a dramatic heroine in some Bollywood film. Back then, it had been just another one of your games, something silly and fleeting.

Even then, he still liked you, he didn’t want anyone else but him to stand beside you as your husband, he wouldn’t allow anyone else next to you.

Aarav exhaled dramatically, shaking his head as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You know, I’ve been thinking, Aunty,” he mused, glancing toward your mother with an exaggerated expression of disappointment. “It’s been years since that wedding, and yet, I never received any sweets. Not even a single box of mithai.”

Your mother gasped, placing a hand on her chest as if personally affronted. “Arrey, how did we forget? Such a shame! We’ve denied our poor son-in-law his wedding sweets!”

Your father chuckled behind his cup of tea. “Looks like we’re at fault, after all.”

Aarav sighed, shaking his head. “At least send me a box now. Consider it overdue compensation for emotional damages.”

Your mother swatted his arm with a laugh. “Hai, drama king! Emotional damages, is it? I should have known you’d come back from London talking like this.” She stood up, already heading toward the kitchen. “Fine, fine, you’ll get your sweets. I have fresh gulab jamun in the fridge.”

Aarav perked up, grinning. “See? Now this is the kind of in-law treatment I deserve.”

Your father snorted. “Don’t get too comfortable, beta. You never officially married our child, remember? No pheras, no legal documents. That means you’re still on trial.”

Aarav gasped in mock offense. “Trial? Uncle, please! I have proof—I pinky-swore! That’s more binding than any contract.”

Your mother called out from the kitchen, “Then why did you run away, haan?”

Aarav opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a moment.

Because that—that wasn’t just a joke. That was real.

He forced a smirk, masking the sudden shift in his chest. “Fine, you got me there. But don’t worry, Aunty.” He leaned back, flashing a slow, easy grin. “I’m back now, aren’t I?”

"And I promise to be the best husband ever."

[cherrycheolkat]

• no blueberries, feat. mingyu, pt. 3 •

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pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader

mentioned: seungcheol, joshua, vernon, christian yu (dpr ian in part ii& iii)

word count: 3.1k

genre: fake dating, college au, college student!mingyu, college student!reader, fluff, f2l, idiots, idiots in love, angst, pining, denial of feelings, established friendship (reader & ian), miscommunication

summary: mingyu was just your lab partner and study buddy for several semesters, but lately things seem to have changed, and maybe everyone else has noticed, but for the most part, neither of you even think about what you are to one another until mingyu asks you to be his 'fake' date for a long weekend trip so he can avoid an ex, the biggest problem is realizing that there's nothing fake about your relationship but when mingyu won't even talk about what you are to each other, you start to think things might be over before they even really start

warnings: explicit language, mentions of anxiety, sexually suggestive situations, drinking, smut, penetrative sex, oral (m. receiving)

a/n: they are still idiots but idiots who are finally getting it together ;-;

xx kat

[part i] [part ii]

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she spent the rest of the break hanging out with ian - they went to a few art galleries and some new restaurants. she didn’t upload her photos anywhere, she didn’t want to make things any worse with mingyu. it was just a low-key break. she slept late a few mornings, went running if she felt like it, and took long breaks from reading a book she had found by staring out the huge windows of ian’s apartment. he had an insane view of the city. 

the problem was her habit of snapping photos because she was suddenly without anyone to send them to - she had taken tons, and she could sit and scroll through them, but they only made her feel lonely as the break wore on. she kept thinking if he would just post one thing where he looked like he was having fun, then she could pretend nothing had happened. everything would go back to factory settings or something - she wasn’t sure.

it was only the last night of break, while they were having dinner, that ian asked her about mingyu.

“so, have you answered him at all?” 

naturally, she knew the ‘him’ being referred to. “not yet,” she paused, “i don’t really know what to say - how do you back up from the fact that you left someone during a vacation because you’re in this weird tenuous space where neither of you seem to be able to talk about anything properly?”

he laughed, “yeah, that’s a nice description - i’m sure i’ll back away from the discussion now,” he rolled his eyes, “you have class with him tomorrow don’t you?”

she nodded, “yep - two classes, actually, and usually we grab breakfast,” she sighed, “not tomorrow though, i guess.”

he drummed his fingers on the table, “because you can’t, you know uh, give him a ring and i don’t know, maybe ask to talk?”

she stared at her plate, not wanting to let the reasonableness sink in too deeply. 

she poked at her food, “look, i don’t like that he kept something from me, and i don’t like that admitting we might be a couple seems like such an issue,” she pursed her lips. 

she had had a lot of time sitting around to think through how she was actually feeling, and even if she handled things badly, she felt like there were legitimate issues.

“ah, and so instead of telling him about all of this, you’re just going to avoid it, or did i miss something?”

she shrugged, “i don’t know - shouldn’t he maybe know that i have issues with these things?”

“to me? how would he - and why are you being so inflexible - we both know you like him, maybe you just need to take a step towards him instead of running in the opposite direction like your hair is on fire whenever you start to have some real feelings,” he sounded way too sage. 

“don’t be obnoxious,” she deadpanned.

he swirled his wine, “look, if you want to end it with him, then just do it, but waiting around, seems like a big mistake, especially if you do care about him - you’re stringing him along.”

she sighed, “i think i’ll wait to see if he’s suddenly back with his ex before i do anything,” she concluded icily. 

he laughed and sipped his wine, “so avoid him until he does something that proves your theory then?”

she flipped him off. 

but even when she went to bed in his spare room, she kept tossing in bed. she couldn’t get comfortable. 

it was too hot - then too cold - her back hurt, but she didn’t like sleeping on her stomach. she was convinced the aircon wasn’t working properly and kept trying to feel the air from the vent by standing on a chair. she eventually gave up and sat down to scream into her pillow out of sheer frustration. but, lying there post-scream, more than anything, she wondered what mingyu was doing. 

she kept checking his socials, looking for signs of life, but he hadn’t posted anything. she checked again, and when there was still nothing, she went to her messages to stare at the draft she had typed out. she had typed short things and long things, and she kept coming back to the fact that they were all wrong. none of them said the right things - none of them were going to fix anything. 

she glanced at the clock, 10:38 pm. she stared around and finally typed a message quickly and hit send. she couldn’t undo it - it was already gone. all she could do was stare at her phone and wonder if he would reply. 

after about one minute, she shoved her phone off the bed, certain he would never talk to her again. she couldn’t handle waiting and checking. she had flipped her ringer on, though, just in case he did answer. she hoped that he would, but she was very sure that he wouldn’t. in her mind, he had totally forgotten her and was already back together with katie, exactly where he should be. and she was alone - probably forever. she was definitely going to die alone, and not just in the poetic way of how we are all alone in death or whatever. 

she practically leapt out of bed when the little ping suddenly interrupted her thoughts. 

[mango 10:41]

where?

she stared for a moment, trying to remember what she had even asked - she glanced back at her message, asking if they could meet. 

she bit her lip, trying to think of where might even make sense, but she saw his little typing bubble and waited to see what he said. when it went away, she felt like she needed to answer quickly or all would be lost, she named a park - it was probably closer to him, but she didn’t exactly care. she waited, feeling nervous all over again. 

but then her phone screen lit up - he was calling her. she watched for a moment, silently panicking, before finally swiping to answer.

“why do you want to meet in a park, y/n?” he asked immediately, no preamble, just his husky, sleepy voice.

she shrugged, “i don’t know - i guess so we can talk in private?” 

she knew precisely how uncertain she sounded.

he was quiet for a moment, “just come here - it’s only me,” his voice trailed away.

she closed her eyes, “did they decide to stay or something?”

she felt horrible for asking. 

“not everyone has monday classes.”

she hummed, “right.”

she suddenly felt tired - she realized how used to talking to him at night she was. the difference being they were usually in the same room, and the same bed. 

she sighed, “i miss you.”

she picked at the fabric of the duvet she was lying on top of - it had never become comfortable for reason. 

“like a lot,” she added, voice soft, floating off into nothingness.

she stared hard at the white fabric of the duvet, waiting for him to say something, as she tried to follow the lines of the fabric’s weave. and the silence only made her hate that she had taken ian’s advice. he was wrong - she should never have taken a first step or any step at all. 

she started to say his name, thinking maybe he had fallen asleep. 

“so come here, then you won’t have to miss me,” he whispered. 

“mmmh, are you mad at me?”

she could hear him shift around, “not mad - maybe confused,” he paused, “but not so much that it really matters right now when i just want to be with you.”

she nodded, feeling her stomach flutter, “mingyu?”

“hmm,” his voice was low.

she knew what she was thinking, but she wasn’t sure how to say it.

“if it’s too late”— she started.

“y/n, just - please come - i’ve missed you too,” he spoke quickly. 

⋆˙⟡

she ordered a car, and without traffic, she was over the bridge quickly. it didn’t stop her from being nervous when she hit the buzzer for his apartment. even walking up the familiar stairs, she was still jittery. she decided that if she needed to leave, at least it would be a quick ride home to her very empty, very cold bed. 

she was expecting to need to wait outside his door, but he was already there, waiting for her. she gave a small wave as she neared him. even dressed in sweats and a tshirt with slight bedhead, he looked stupidly handsome. no, she decided, he was much worse than handsome; he was gorgeous and perfect, and she had missed spending her entire break with him. 

she only noticed his split lip when she was closer, immediately reaching for him, “what happened to you?”

he shrugged and moved for her to go inside, which she did since standing in the hallway wasn’t the best thing. but she immediately rounded on him, “seriously, what happened to you?”

“nothing,” he caught her hands lightly before they could make contact with his face.

she tried to tamp down her annoyance because it felt like, again, he was just holding out on her. for no reason she could even begin to understand. 

unlike earlier in the week, she wasn’t looking for a reason to be annoyed with him, but she wanted to know. 

“please tell me?”

“why, y/n? it was just something stupid with seungcheol - it’s not important,” he whispered, his hands tracing lightly over her arms. 

she groaned, “yes, it is,” she could see him getting ready to assure her that it wasn’t - “it’s important, just like the stuff katie said to you, okay - all of it matters to me because it’s about you, so even if it annoys me or whatever, please tell me, okay? you’re not protecting me from anything - it just makes me feel like you don’t trust me or something,” she had imagined being a bit calmer when she explained that, but she hadn’t known how soon they would be talking about it either. 

he nodded, “fine,” he laughed, “he was trying to make me feel better about you leaving, and it turned into me calling him short and we sort of got in fight,” he nodded, his face flushing.

she stared at him for a moment, “did you at least hit him back?”

“yeah,” he whined, “he was being a dick to begin with.”

“i thought you said he was trying to make you feel better?” 

he rolled his eyes, “he was, in a very seungcheol way, and even if he was right, i didn’t like the things he pointed out,” he said matter-of-factly.

she tilted her head slightly, wondering what seungcheol had pointed out. although, she had the distinct feeling this wasn’t the time to ask. they were both quiet for a moment. she could feel his fingers tracing along her waist, gently pulling her closer.

“did you actually miss me?”

she nodded, “umhm,” she stepped closer, leaning into him, feeling his arms surround her.

she pressed close, glad that there was no distance between them. 

“i’m sorry i left,” she whispered. he kissed the top of her head in response. 

they stayed there hugging like it would make up for the last few days. and then they went to his room to go to bed. but even lying next to him, she knew she wasn’t exactly doing anything differently than before. she was letting the physical calm between them fill all the little emotional cracks, but that wasn’t going to fix how she felt. it would just keep things together until the next time and the next time until maybe the cracks were too big to be held together. 

which was how she found herself poking mingyu in the cheek at 3 am until he woke up.

“what’s wrong?” he sounded only slightly annoyed, like she did this all time, and he was used to it. 

she took advantage of the fact that he was groggy, not because she thought it would help her get what she wanted - it was because groggy mingyu was less intimidating than fully engaged mingyu. 

“nothing, but i need to ask you something,” she whispered. 

he whined “right now?”

“yes, it’s important.”

he nodded, barely keeping his eyes open, “okay, what is it?”

maybe she was wrong, even groggy mingyu made her stomach turn back flips. “do you want to date me?” she was barely audible.

she watched him close his eyes - her stomach immediately sank. 

but then he nodded, “yes, of course - that’s what i was trying to tell you before, about being with you is all that matters.”

she leaned over him, playing with his hair, “i wasn’t completely focused on those things.”

“i know.”

she watched him for a moment before leaning close to kiss him. it was sweet at first - soft and mellow - neither were in a rush. she realized that even a few days without kissing him felt like ages. to her, mingyu had seemed half asleep, but after a few minutes, she found herself on her back, caged in by his arms as they continued to kiss. when she felt his hand slide down to grip her thigh, she knew it was over - the fact that it was the middle of the night didn’t matter. she gasped softly when she felt his hips press roughly against hers. he found his rhythm easily, rolling his hips against her, teasing her. she pulled his hair roughly, wanting to feel more. 

she managed to break their kiss and press him back. she pulled off her own shirt before tugging at his, wanting him to undress too. she watched him run a hand through his hair before finally matching her, pulling off his shirt, and he followed her example again when she stripped off her pants and underwear. 

she pressed close to him, running her fingers down his chest, loving his muscles - she wondered if she told him that enough - the things she liked about him. she leaned up to kiss beneath his collarbone.

“you’re so perfect,” she whispered against his skin, kissing further down his chest. she pressed him back onto the bed, leaving a trail of kisses and bites and whispered praise as she went. 

she liked going down on him - there was something about the size of his cock that she couldn’t help but enjoy. she licked a fat stripe along the underside of his cock, paying attention to the thick vein there, all the while, she heard him moaning softly. she smiled, kissing his shaft and sucking gently at the skin as she moved up to suck his tip. she tasted his precum and enjoyed knowing that she could make him leak for her, just like he could make her a wet, sopping mess. 

she pulled back, hearing his soft panting, “good baby?”

he groaned, “what do you think?”

she smiled and leaned up to kiss him. she licked into him and moved so that she was straddling him. she grasped his cock, hearing his low groan. he knew she was going to finish him off by riding him. he gave her ass a soft smack, urging her on as she lined her pussy up with his cock. she didn’t waste any time taking him in - she let herself slide down on him until she was sure she could feel his cock in her stomach. she stayed there for a moment, loving the way he filled her. she leaned back enough to let her hands rest on his thighs for leverage, and then she started to move her hips. 

she knew he liked when she was a bit rough - she loved the way he watched his cock disappear inside her. she felt his fingers on her clit, massaging it in little circles, she moaned, “fuck, just like that.”

he bit his lip, “come on, finish yourself on me like a good girl,” he rasped. 

her eyes fluttered closed, and she smiled at the idea that she was just using him for his cock when they were like this. 

instead though, she started to whimper and whine, “i can’t,” she gasped.

“can’t what baby girl?”

her hips had slowed, “can’t get myself off like this - need your help, daddy,” she leaned forward, her fingernails barely digging into the skin of his chest, “help me?” she whined softly, knowing how much he liked it, feeling his cock throb inside her.

she kept him inside as they swapped positions - she grinned up at him, “fuck me?”

he nodded, picking up her thighs and throwing them over his shoulders - his first thrust left her mewling. the way he was hitting every spot so perfectly left her grasping the edge of the mattress, whining his name over and over as he slammed into her. 

she squeezed him tightly, hearing the soft grunts, despite how determined he looked, until suddenly he became relentless, fucking into her like she was the toy - their roles reversed. she came, gasping and moaning, almost choking on her own pleasure, and still feeling him pumping into her until he finally finished with a hard groan - his cum filling her completely. he leaned down between her legs, sweat glistening on his skin, as their bodies melded and they kissed until he finally pulled out with a soft moan.

“fuck,” he groaned, wiping himself off with his discarded tshirt before turning to her to do the same. 

she pulled him into another lingering kiss. she wounder her fingers in his hair, wanting nothing else but to stay in the afterglow with him. 

when he leaned back, licking his lips, “so did that count as ‘make-up sex’ or ‘we’re dating sex’?”

she laughed softly, “both maybe?” she suggested, watching him.

“or maybe i just really missed you sex?” she offered after amoment.

he nodded, “i was afraid you wouldn’t miss me at all.”

she pressed closer to him, kissing him again. it was soft, though. 

“how could i not miss you?” she asked as she pulled away, “i love you,” she whispered, a new flush coloring her cheeks.

she waited nervously for him to respond - she had thought it so many times. it was only when he kissed her back, gently pulling away and whispering his own confession, that she relaxed, knowing that mingyu loved her too. 

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they did not go to classes the next day. 

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a/n: look they made it! sorry if miscommunication (lack of communication maybe in this case) isn’t your genre - to me it’s like the main driver of most issues…there could be more pining but as someone who also loves instant crushes….i actually just want them together

anyway, tell me what to write next…some vampire x human arranged marriage?? or like type a personality / type b personality rivals to lovers…both are in my wips but so are so manyyy other things, like mafia au with arranged marriage, gov’t assigned soulmates and more random stuff - give me input, plz - otherwise it may end up being this random idea i had about golf and fr no one needs that

♡ kat

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Summary: A big birthday party brings new strangers. And if one of these strangers happens to be head over heels for you, than who are you to deny them of what they want?

Warnings: heavy make out, cocky trev (we love), bad flirting, sexual innuendos, heavy drinking !! Word Count: 2.8 !! A/n: icl this fic only happened bcus I loved the pinterest photos and needed to use them somehow. Also I love a good rager :)

It was weeks of planning, weeks of non stop hustle and shopping. You loved your friends and somehow loved them even more when they executed your birthday vision perfectly. Your friend opened the passenger side door, holding her hand out in a chauffeur kind of way. You giggled slightly, and stepped out. The air was warm, the silent street illuminated by the full moon. Well not a quiet street, in fact you had no doubt the noise complaints would be coming in soon. Because the house in front of, was blaring music through the walls. Endless chatters and drunken screams rang through the dimly lit night. 

“Well, let's go birthday girl!”, your friend said, taking your hand and pulling you to the front of the house. “Wait here.” she declared, as she opened the front door slightly and closed it in front of your face. 

A tight lipped smile formed on your face, as you slowly looked around the abandoned neighborhood. You were wearing a short pink dress, one you were forever told looked amazing on you. Your hair was put up in a messy, but precisely placed bun. It felt like minutes, but soon enough you realised the noise inside had stopped.

Confusion now settled in your stomach, and as you went to open the door your friend opened first. A bright smile on her face as she nudged her head, telling you to come in. You looked at her wearily before stepping in. The lights had been turned off, the quiet rustling and whispers still lingered. You went to say something but before you could you were interrupted by the sudden burst of “Happy Birthday” from everyone in and out of the house.

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest as you took in the sight. Your friends had really outdone themselves. Balloons floated near the ceiling, glittering banners spelled out your name, and the unmistakable smell of cake lingered in the air. You made your way through the crowd, accepting hugs, kisses on the cheek, and the occasional shot shoved into your hand.

“Speech!” someone eventually yelled and people murmured in agreement. You laughed and raised the shot glass in your hand.

You cleared your throat before slightly yelling, “thank you everyone! Seriously, I have the most amazing friends ever. Let’s get drunk!” You tipped the shot back, the alcohol burning warmly down your throat as cheers erupted around you.

The party was in full swing. Music throbbed through the house, people swaying and laughing, lost in their own worlds. You were mid-conversation with one of your friends when you felt it—that unmistakable sensation of being watched. Your skin prickled in the best way, and when you turned your head, you saw him.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, a red cup dangling from his fingers, but it was the smirk playing on his lips that caught your attention. Tousled brown hair, a strong jawline, and a kind of cocky ease that made your stomach flip. You had no idea who he was, but from the way his gaze trailed down your legs and back up again, he had no problem making his intentions clear.

You tilted your head, lips twitching into a smile as you turned back to your friend. You weren’t about to make it that easy for him.

A few minutes passed, and you could still feel the everlasting present of the tall mystery man. Every time you scanned the room, his eyes were already on you. You broke eye contact first, turning your attention back to your friend. Her smile faltered slightly, eyebrows knit together and followed where your gaze had once been. Her face tightened in confusion and than-

“You know who that is, right?” she turned back towards you, a quiet tone in her voice.

“No clue,” you replied. You wanted to look back, wanted to walk over there and talk to him. Make a move, figure out what he was about.

“That's Trevor Zegras,” and when you didn't react she continued. “You know, NHL super star, huge flirt? And apparently very interested in the birthday girl”

The name rang a bell, but you weren’t about to get swept up in the hype. Still, when you turned back, he was making his way across the room. And damn, he was even better looking up close.

“You always make strangers wait, or is that just me?” he asked, voice smooth as he stopped in front of you.

You raised an eyebrow, “maybe I didn't wanna talk to you”

Trevor smirked “mm I see..”

Your friend, long forgotten in this game, cleared her throat, mumbling something about tension and left. You licked your lips, taking a last swig of your long forgotten drink. Never once breaking eye contact with trevor. You gave him one last, small smile and walked away. You felt his eyes on you and you knew exactly where he was looking.

The night went on like this, Trevor and you making eye contact from across rooms. Tension and playfulness being brought between the two of you. But you didn't have another conversation since the one earlier that night and you were getting restless.

The energy between you two was undeniable. It was that kind of tension that couldn’t be ignored, simmering under the surface with every glance, every moment where your eyes met across the room. He was making it impossible to focus on anything else, and it wasn’t even like you were looking for something more... or were you?

You could feel the pull between you, drawing you in like a magnet. The way his gaze lingered just a little too long when you caught him staring. You knew it was only a matter of time before one of you made the first move again.

As you made your way to the bar for another drink, you saw him move through the crowd, cutting a path straight for you. This time, there would be no avoiding it.

“You really do like to leave people hanging, don’t you?” he said, his voice quieter now, as he leaned against the bar next to you.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Maybe I’m just not that interested,” you teased, but there was a flicker in your eyes that betrayed your words.

Trevor grinned, his proximity making the air feel charged. "Well, maybe I could change that."

And just like that, you could feel the game shift.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered “you look pretty in pink, you know…”

He pulled back and you turned your head towards him. He looked at you, then your lips and you saw him lean in. You swallowed slightly, but followed his lead. You were mere inches away when suddenly your friend pulled you away. 

“Cake time!” You sighed at your drunk friend but plastered a smile on your face.

You looked back at Trevor, who was already making his way towards the cake. You bit your lip and watched him for what most would consider a second too long. Your friend dragged you towards the table and gently pushed you down onto the chair. A large cake, covered in pink frosting and white frills sat directly in front of you. You beamed and your friends lit the candles that sat atop.

You looked up, at least a hundred people were in front of you but somehow you found the only pair of eyes that mattered. Leaning against the back wall was Trevor. His eyes fixated on you once again and you locked your eyes with his as you blew out the candles. Cheers erupted and more congratulations flew through the air. You got up, excusing yourself as you made your way through the crowd.

Trevor raised an eyebrow as you grabbed his hand, interlocking fingers. He was warm, a nice contrast to the chilly night air as you stepped through the sliding glass door. The pool in front of you was illuminated by the moon and the silence was a peaceful welcome from the everlasting noise inside.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you were in his arms, lips crashing together in a frantic, hungry kiss. He didn't kiss back right away, shocked and slightly His hands slid to your waist, pulling you tighter against him, and you felt the heat of his body seeping through your clothes.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Trevor whispered, his lips brushing against yours before moving to your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as his mouth traced a path along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access, your fingers threading into his hair as you let out a soft gasp. “You’re such a loser,” you teased breathlessly, even though your body was betraying you, desperate for more.

His lips lingered on your neck, his kisses growing more urgent as he muttered against your skin. “If I’m a loser, you’re just as bad, babe,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear, sucking lightly.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped you, your grip tightening on his hair. “Don’t... stop,” you whispered, the heat pooling between your legs as his lips continued their slow assault on your neck, each kiss making your knees feel weaker.

Trevor smirked against your skin. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, his hands sliding down your body as his lips traveled lower, making you shiver with every touch. His kisses were slow, deliberate, but each one left you craving more.

You let your head fall back as he moved his lips to a new spot on your neck, his tongue tracing the path he’d just kissed. “God, you feel so good,” you breathed out, your pulse racing as his hands found the small of your back, pulling you even closer.

His lips left a trail of fire along your neck, his kisses growing more heated with every second. You were lost in the moment, every breath, every touch sending you spiraling.

Trevor’s lips never stopped moving against your skin, each kiss a slow burn that left your heart racing. His hands slid down your back, pulling you even tighter against him. You could feel every inch of him now—his chest pressing against yours, his heartbeat as fast as yours. There was no more room for teasing, no more games. It was raw, it was real, and it was exactly what you both needed.

You let out a soft gasp when his lips found the curve of your neck again, his breath hot and needy as his hands slid lower, grazing the top of your thighs. The sensation sent a rush of heat straight to your core, and you could feel your body reacting, eager for more.

“I’ve wanted this all night,” Trevor murmured against your neck, his voice low and husky. You could hear the desire in every word, could feel it in the way his body pressed against yours. “I don’t think you realize just how much I’ve been thinking about you.”

You smirked, feeling a rush of pride at the effect you had on him. “You think about me a lot, huh?” you teased, your voice breathy as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging him back to look at you.

Trevor’s eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide with desire, but there was something else in them too—something soft, something that made your heart skip a beat. “More than I should,” he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and sincerity. “You’ve been on my mind since I saw you walk into that room.”

That confession left you speechless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. You could see the honesty in his eyes, and for once, the tension between you both felt like it was leading to something real, something more than just this fleeting moment.

You closed the distance between you again, your lips crashing against his with even more urgency. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Your bodies were pressed tightly together now, and you could feel every shift of his muscles, the heat radiating off both of you like an electric current.

As the kiss deepened, your hands slid down his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin. Trevor groaned softly against your lips, his hands moving to your back, sliding underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers brushed against your skin. You pulled back just long enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his once again.

"Are you sure about this?" you asked, your voice a little softer now, your heart racing not just from the passion, but from the realness of the moment. You needed to be sure that this was something more than just physical, more than just a moment of heat and desire.

Trevor’s lips found your neck again, his hands gently caressing the small of your back as he kissed his way up to your ear. "I’m sure," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life." His lips moved back to yours, pulling you back into a kiss that was slow at first, but grew with intensity as the seconds ticked by.

Your bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, like it had been building for days, weeks, months—maybe even longer. The way he touched you, the way his lips moved over your skin, the way his hands roamed your body, it was all familiar, even if it hadn’t happened before.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as both of you caught your breath. "I want you…like really want you," Trevor said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words so raw, so vulnerable, that it sent a chill through your body. "But I want you to want it, too."

You looked at him, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to gauge what you were feeling. You could see the depth of his desire, but there was also a softness, vulnerability maybe. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, and pulled him in for a soft, lingering kiss.

“I want this,” you whispered against his lips, your fingers trailing down his neck. “I want you.”

Trevor’s eyes softened, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no crowd, no music, no pressure. Just the two of you, lost in each other’s gaze. He kissed you again, his lips gentle now, almost reverent, as though he was savoring the moment. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your back, then stopping just above the waistband of your jeans.

"Are you sure?" Trevor asked, his voice hushed but steady, his hand resting just above your hip. The question was a subtle one, but it held so much meaning, so much respect. He wasn’t rushing you, wasn’t pushing—he was waiting for you to lead.

You took a deep breath, meeting his eyes, and nodded. "I’ve never been more sure, Trevor"

With that, the moment shifted. Trevor’s kiss deepened again, his hands more confident as they traced the line of your spine, sending waves of electricity through your body. You were lost in the feeling of him, the way his lips moved against yours, the way his body pressed into yours.

Everything felt too right to stop now. You could feel the urgency between you both, the chemistry, the connection, and it was like nothing else mattered except for the two of you. As Trevor’s hands continued their slow, teasing exploration, you couldn’t help but give in to the moment, letting yourself fall into him completely.

Time seemed to stand still. The night outside faded, the sounds of the party distant echoes. There was only this—only Trevor, only you, wrapped up in each other, feeling things you couldn’t quite put into words but knew you didn’t want to end. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever, and now that it was here, you never wanted to let it go.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both breathless, tangled in each other. Trevor’s forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to steady your racing hearts.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. "Absolutely incredible."

You smiled, your hands tracing the outline of his jaw as you met his eyes. "So are you."

For a moment, all that was left was the soft sound of your breathing and the quiet thrum of desire that lingered between you both. But there was something more—something deeper. This wasn’t just a kiss, a moment of passion. This was the beginning of something real. Something the both of you had longed for your whole life. 

“So..bed?”

“Oh my gosh Trevor, you can't say it like that!”

main masterlist || Trevor Zegras masterlist

Do not post, copy, or translate my work no matter what!!

Lots of love, kenzie

[lunarsapphism]

im so grateful that my world didnt end when i thought it was going to so i can experience the simple joys of life

[chase-solidago]

So you found a dead body in the woods

The worst thing you've worried about, going on hikes, happens. This happens often, in the grand scheme of things. It's always joggers and dogwalkers and hikers. My unlucky day came on October 24, 2022.

So what do you do when you find a dead body?

Look in the other direction and take a breath. Panic wont help you or them.

If you are comfortable, approach them and try to help. If not, it's okay. I was unwilling to approach (they looked real dead) and my 911 operator was 100% totally supportive and okay with that.

Walk a little ways away. There is no reason why you need to keep staring at them. It's okay. Seeing a dead person is really wack!

When you've caught your breath, call 911. My first thought was "Oh god, I don't want to talk to cops." and, good news, it's not cops! 911 responders are different people. They are trained to talk to you, to reassure you, and to help you. They are there for you. They understand you are freaking out. They are kind and patient.

Your new buddy, the 911 person, will help you figure out where you are, exactly. They have access to your location via cell-tower and GPS, but if, like me, you were off-trail (oops), they might need your help navigating to you. I offered to also send a photo, and he provided an email, which he received immediately. I deleted the photo I took right away.

Hang out on the phone with your dispatch friend. They're going to want to keep in touch with you as the paramedics approach. Are you freaking out by chattering too much? Are you freaking out by being dead silent? Both are okay! Apparently, my panic response is to become Super Midwestern Chatty. I was able to make him laugh, which I count as a win.

Holler to the paramedics. My paramedics came deep into the ravine-filled woods, about six men, steering a rolling bed thing. We shouted at each other until they made it to the body. It would have been funny, watching them fumble along, if it wasn't so serious.

Get out of there! The paramedics don't need anything from you. They're busy doing their job. They shooed me back to the trail and to the parking lot. I didn't have to go anywhere near the body.

Meet cops in the parking lot. In my situation, the cops didn't want anything from me. They were just picking their noses in the parking lot while the paramedics did the real work. The cops said thanks for helping, while covering their bodycams, because they're pigs.

Go eat donuts. Christ, that was a lot. Let yourself comedown and get some sugar to kickstart your system.

Feel good that you gave a family closure. Yeah, that sucked. Yeah, your therapist is going to hear about this. Yeah, next time you come to this location, you're going to need a friend with you. But you did the right thing. You'll never know their family, but know that you gave them closure.

[odyssej]

His idea, not mine. 😂

I feel as if I'm imitating my own art... sometimes.

[gabseyoo]

PROOF — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: msby!kiyoomi, female reader, best friend!kiyoomi, pwp, cunnilingus, fingering, kinda best friends to lovers. word count: 2,7k.

note: this was supposed to be shameless smut but ended up being kind of romantic (?) just because a kiyoomi being in love with us is my sexual fantasy. also, i'm not satisfied with the ending, but i had no other ideas. maybe when i come up with something better ill change it, who knows :p

“Kiyoomi, do you go down on girls?”

The question took Kiyoomi off guard. You guys had spent the last twenty minutes in almost complete silence, just hanging out in his living room and completely ignoring the random movie you had chosen because you both were scrolling through your phones, which is why the last thing he expected to hear out of the blue was such a question.

He turned to look at you, who were lying across the couch with your feet resting in his lap and still staring at your phone screen. Not knowing what to say, a ‘huh’ was the only thing he could think of. 

“Just answer.” You poked his thigh with your foot. “It’s not like we’re strangers.” 

That was true. You two were good friends, practically best friends, and therefore, you both had full confidence in each other. But, you had always kept a limit when it came to talking about both his sex life and yours, to the point where that part of your respective lives was a complete mystery to each other. 

And this is a secret— but he liked it that way. Because he was more than sure that he didn’t want to know what you did with other men at all. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn with jealousy. That’s the reason he didn’t bother to tell you about his own experiences with other women either, just in case there was a small chance that you might feel the same way he did. 

“None of your business.” He answered sharply. 

You rolled your eyes before getting up from your comfortable position to sit cross-legged, “C’mon, Kiyoomi, It’s just a question.”

“A question I won’t answer.”

“Why not?” You crossed your arms, looking at him defiantly. 

Kiyoomi narrowed his eyes at your posture, why did you suddenly want to know that? Moreover, why did you insist on wanting to know? Did someone say something to you? Is there a rumor about him? Or maybe you had suddenly awakened an interest in him? He was overthinking, but still he hoped more than anything that it was the latter option rather than the others. 

“Just because.” He said, and before you could protest, he continued: “And, why are you asking anyway?” 

A smirk appeared on your face, “If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours. Deal?”

“Never mind.”

“You’ll never know why I asked, then.” You said, casually looking at your nails. “Unless we make a deal.”

He shouldn’t accept so easily, he knew, but now he was genuinely curious why you broke an unspoken rule between you two to ask him if he did orals, of all things. 

So, he agreed. “Deal.”

Your smile of victory almost made him smile too, but he did his best to remain serious. “Okay. Tell me.”

He sighed before answering honestly. “I do.”

Your eyes widened and an incredulous laugh escaped your lips before you said, “Really?” The surprise in your voice made him frown, why was that surprising? Should he be offended?

“Yeah.”

“Are you serious? You go down on girls?” You couldn't even hide the disbelief in your voice. “You?”

“I already said yes. Now, tell me. Why are you asking?”

Without further ado, you grabbed your phone that had been forgotten in your lap to unlock it, and a second later you were showing him what appeared to be your TikTok feed.

“A fan made a TikTok with the title: Ranking how good MSBY players are at giving head and you were raked as a zero just because he’d rather die than put his mouth there.”

What the fuck?!

“Let me see that.”

In the blink of an eye, Kiyoomi snatched the phone from you to watch the video with his own eyes, regretting it as soon as it started thanks to the embarrassing selection of music and photos chosen from the team members. He scoffed, a random person on the internet had felt entitled to make this kind of ranking just based on appearances and assumptions. It’s not like they could have any real evidence at the end of the day. But it seems that for many people a video of this kind told the absolute truth, because it had thousands of likes and thousands of comments, and—to his misfortune—he couldn’t help but read them.

Now he wished he had never done it. 

In addition to most of the comments agreeing and mocking Kiyoomi’s ranking, saying that at least his face makes up for it and that maybe he gives head as long as he has his face mask on—that one was actually funny, but he wouldn’t say that out loud—, the other vast majority agreed that Atsumu and Bokuto were the best. 

But the question here is, did you think the same?

“You actually believe this crap?” He asked, actually sounding more hurt than he planned. 

“Kiyoomi, it’s just a TikTok. Of course, I’ll believe it.” You were obviously trying to make a joke, but still, the expression on his face showed pure disbelief. “I’m joking, jeez.”

“I know it’s a just TikTok, but I still want to know.” He sounded serious. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, perhaps thinking he was exaggerating, maybe he was, but he wasn’t offended by the fact that someone made that video, there were probably hundreds just like it. It was the fact that you, of all people, seemed to agree with an assumption about him and his very private intimate life. 

“Kiyoomi, I just thought it was funny. That’s why I asked.”

“But you didn’t believe me when I told you I did.”

“I did believe you.” He narrowed his eyes, showing that he obviously didn’t buy your words. “I’m not lying. I believed you, but— I was just… shocked.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that…never mind.”

“Tell me.” 

You looked him in the eye for a few seconds before sighing heavily.

“You’re… a little too special when it comes to cleanness and— where you put your mouth, you know?” You weren’t even looking him in the face, obviously nervous about the direction the conversation was taking. “I’m not judging you, we should all be careful where we put it. And, I just thought that… yeah” You waved your hand as you finished, trying to play it down. 

Kiyoomi couldn’t blame you or others for thinking that, after all, that was the kind of reputation he built for himself. But, even when he didn’t care what others thought about him, he always cared what you thought; for that reason alone, he wasn’t going to let you walk away with the wrong idea about him. 

“Yes, we should. But now you know that I actually go down.” He said, and, simply because he had a good feeling, he added: “And I’m pretty good at it, I can assure you.”

You scoffed. “Are you?”

“I am.” Confidence exuded in his voice, perhaps that was exactly why the next words came out of his mouth: “You want proof?”

What happened next was a delight to his eyes. 

You got fucking nervous, of course he noticed, you were his best friend after all. You widened your eyes, opened your mouth a couple of times in an attempt to say something but nothing came out. But what was a poem for him, was to see how you moved your hips slightly, in a movement that could have gone unnoticed if he hadn't paid all his attention to you. 

You cleared your throat as you looked away from his gaze. “I have no desire to ask your previous flings how good you are down there or watch any pornographic videos of you, so no, thanks.” You folded your arms as you sat up straight, suddenly finding the movie interesting. 

The room fell into silence, accompanied by a heavy tension that you two were obviously aware of. 

This situation was actually kind of funny. Thanks to a fucking TikTok, he now had an opportunity in front of him that he had been waiting for a long time. An opportunity he was going to take. 

“I wasn’t referring to that kind of proof.”

Three minutes later, you were lying on the couch with your head resting on a pillow, your pants thrown aside on the floor and Kiyoomi between your legs, spreading kisses across your belly. 

“This is weird.” You said, maybe in an attempt to break the intimate silence that had formed where only your breaths and his kisses could be heard. 

“It is.” He agreed before lowering his lips to your inner thighs, where he surprised you with a light bite that made you gasp. “We can stop if you want.”

You were quick to reply with a no and he smirked against your skin. Of course you didn’t want to stop, neither did he. Both of you by this point were already immersed in lust, even though it had only been a few minutes of foreplay.

When he was desperately taking off your pants minutes ago, Kiyoomi debated whether to just go for it or take it slow. 

But the moment he saw the longing in your eyes, how pretty you looked underneath him, he knew he would take his time. He didn’t just want to prove something to you; he actually wanted to taste you, to make you squirm, to make you enjoy this as much as he would. 

Gently caressing your thighs with both hands, he moved down until his mouth made contact with your pelvis, where he left another trail of kisses until he reached right where your clit was. Still above the fabric of your panties, he kissed you there, which was enough to elicit a moan of frustration from you.

“Please, just do it.” 

He kissed the same spot again before smirking. “Let me just go get my facemask, can’t do this without it.” 

His sudden joke made you burst into laughter which elicited a chuckle from him. “Don’t kill the mood.” You said as you gave a small pat to his hand that squeezed your thigh. 

He smiled and brought both of his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly. “At this point that’s impossible.”

“I know.” You muttered as you lifted your hips to let him remove the garment easily. 

As quickly as the garment hit the floor, Kiyoomi’s eyes focused on the middle of your legs, you may not have noticed, but the mere sight of your pussy glistening with your arousal made him twice as hard as he already was. 

“Don’t stare.” You said, trying to close your legs as much as you could since Kiyoomi was in the way.

No, no, no. There was no way for you to hide from him now, or ever. 

“Why not? You’re so fucking hot in all places.” 

Hearing his words, in an act of fluster, you brought both of your hands to cover your face, perhaps trying to hide how his praise made you feel. “You think so?”

The question came out almost in a whisper, and in response, he took both of your hands, interlaced your fingers and placed them on the sides of your head with the purpose of looking you in the eyes. 

“There’s no day when I don’t think that you’re hot,” He confessed, his voice deep and serious with the purpose of making you understand that he was not playing games. “Now that I just told you how crazy I’m for you, open your legs and let me make you feel good.”

You nodded, and staring at him with desire in your eyes, you opened your legs wide open again until that part of your body that he wanted to devour more than anything else was once again fully at his mercy.

Kiyoomi let go your hands and he lowered his body until his stomach made contact with the soft cushion of the couch. Now in that position, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, squeezing the flesh eagerly before dipping his head into the middle of your legs. 

“God.” You sighed, jerking your hips upward in surprise. 

He played slowly with his tongue, running it up and down before concentrating on sucking your clit. 

He was hard as fuck. Maybe more than he had ever been in his life. He even felt his tip leaking and was almost certain that if he started grinding his hips against the cushion, he could come at any moment. But he would save that for later. Right now, he was getting drunk on your taste and the sound of your moans. 

And fuck… those moans were heaven itself. 

He lowered his mouth, right at your entrance, where he began to lick gathering more of your juices before he deepened his mouth against your clit, sucking harder, quickly realizing that you liked it by the movement of your hips and the loud whimper that came out of your mouth. 

Kiyoomi was getting excited, even more so when he felt your hands stroking his head before pulling his curls, holding him closer to you, as if you were afraid he would break away, taking with him the pleasure you were feeling, but Kiyoomi wasn’t willing to do that, right now what he wanted most was you coming as hard as you could in his mouth. 

Hungry to increase your pleasure, he didn’t think twice when he let go of one of your thighs to stick a finger inside you, thrusting it in and out a few times before slipping another one in and curving his fingers to reach that sensitive spot inside you. 

“There, oh god, there.”

He would give you whatever you wanted, so he focused there. Feeling lovesick at this point. Loving the way you sounded. Loving the way you pulled his hair. Loving  the way your tight pussy squeezed his fingers. 

He moved his tongue back down to your entrance at the same time he pulled his fingers out, but only to start circling them over your clit. This is where you put a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but Kiyoomi didn’t want that, he wanted to hear you come undone for him, no matter if it woke up the neighbors. So with his free hand he took you by the wrist at the same time that he separated his mouth from your sex.

“Don’t hold back those sounds, I want to hear you scream for me. Okay?”

You nodded. Too shocked to formulate words. 

“Good girl.” He praised before placing a short kiss on your wrist, releasing it a second later to immediately return to seal his mouth with your wet pussy. 

This time he put both hands behind your knees to spread your legs wider and pushed them against your chest, giving himself more room to continue devouring you, proud that you were no longer shy to scream with pleasure when he flicked his tongue, sucked and bit your pretty pussy. 

“I’m close. Fuck! Don’t stop, please.”

Kiyoomi wouldn’t stop, he was sure of that.

It was a matter of seconds when started to came in your best friend’s mouth. 

Kiyoomi kept licking, drinking up all your release until your legs began to shake from overstimulation. 

He gave a peck to your clit before gently letting go of your legs, settling them slowly on the cushion. He caressed your thighs as he left kiss after kiss on your belly, helping you relax as you tried to control your breathing after such an intense experience. 

You were lying there staring at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Perhaps processing everything that just happened, but Kiyoomi wouldn’t give you time for regrets, not now, not ever. He moved on top of you, resting his forearms on either side of your head and looked down at you, connecting your gazes before asking with a cocky smile on his face, “And? How was it?”

You let out a chuckle and rolled your eyes playfully before answering, “I think TikTok and I owe you an apology.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re definitely not a zero.”

“I’ll be happy with yours alone.” He said before lowering his face further until your noses brushed, “Your opinion is the only one I care about afterall.” He added before finally kissing you.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Love, Mum and Dad - Harry, James x reader

summary: Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had. (angst/fluff) wc: 2.8k

Sirius didn’t know if it was the time to give Harry the memory book. The gift you’d planned on building until Harry was 17, when you’d finally give it to him. At James’s bachelor party — a small gathering between him, Sirius, Frank Longbottom and the Prewett twins (You had claimed Remus for your bachelorette), James had excitedly revealed what you’d told him. “She said, I want to start collecting all our memories from when we started dating to make a memory book. A memory book that we can keep making until our future baby is an adult, and then we’ll give it to him.” The boys had all cheered, giving James a few pats on the back. “So apparently she wants us to have a son, and I know exactly what I want to name him.” He had joyfully laughed along with the others, refusing to reveal the name of his future boy, claiming that it’s somehow bad luck.

Now that Harry was actually here at Grimmauld Place, even at the age of 15, Sirius knew he had to give him the book. Sirius knew Harry was insecure, doubting that anyone loved him at all, and especially facing such dark times, he knew Harry could use the love of his parents, a love that had saved his life once before.

Harry was a wanderer, he couldn’t sleep at night, so Sirius was not surprised to find him in his family’s make shift library, scanning through all the outdated titles. Sirius made himself known by clearing his throat from where he stood in the doorway. Harry jumped, spinning around to look at Sirius, who held the memory book in his right hand. Harry’s godfather told him to follow him to a private room, one with a pensieve he hadn’t seen before. “This is from your parents. They wanted to give it to you when you became an adult, but given the circumstances…” Sirius averted his teary gaze as Harry took the book in his hands, flicking through the pages, his breath becoming heavier as he caught glimpses of moving images in the book.

“Each and every memory… Just don’t forget to put them back.” And with that, a teary eyed Sirius left Harry alone. When Harry properly opened the first page of the photo book, he found small tubes with glimmering memories next to each photo. His breath shook. He looked at the first picture.

The first image of you and James had been taken from afar, as though someone had been spying on you. When he released the memory into the pensieve below, he quickly learned that Sirius and Remus had been the ones spying on you, on your first date. Harry had laughed, listening to Sirius constantly narrating everything to a muggle camera he held, watching as he and Remus quickly ran behind people to avoid being seen by you. Harry quickly learned through these memories that not every memory would make him laugh, and that he would actually shed a few more tears than intended.

This next memory was different than all the other celebrations — the anniversaries, the weddings — Harry realised, as he watched you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. You were in the kitchen of the house you and James had just moved into. It wasn’t decorated yet, with the exception of a single image of you and James on your wedding day. Your entire house was barely furnished, with James taking on all the building due to the growing baby in your belly. Harry jumped up on the counter to watch the scene in front of him unfold. You had a worried crease between your eyebrows, and you leaned back on the counter, staring at the warm batch of cookies you had baked. James walked in front of you with a smile, his arms sliding under your sweater to rest on your small bump — one Harry hadn’t realised was present until James brought it to his attention. Harry hopped off the counter, taking slow steps towards you to admire your baby bump. He tried reaching out to touch it, but his hand went right through you.

“What if they say no James, what if they don’t want to?” You asked worriedly, looking up at James. “Baby,” James started with a chuckle, “They’re going to be the most excited people on earth.” You huffed doubtfully, a small pout on your lips that James happily pressed his lips to. “James.” You muttered, but before your new husband could reply, the front door slammed open. “Honey, I’m home!” Sirius loudly called, causing you and James to laugh, though you had clear distress laced in your voice. “I really don’t know why we keep apparating outside your front door when we just end up barging in anyway.” Sirius announced as he walked into the kitchen. “Oh hey, cookies!”“I for one, suggested to knock.” Clarified Remus as he followed his boyfriend into the room. James moved from where he stood in front of you so that your best friends could see you.

James tutted, snatching the plate of freshly bakes cookies from the table just as Sirius reached out to take one, causing the boy to frown. “In the living room.” The two boys went silent, Sirius running a hand through his hair as Remus nervously tugged on the sleeves of his sweater. James gestured to the door, letting the boys wander out so that he could wrap his free arm around your waist, tugging you close to his side to kiss your cheek.

Harry eagerly followed you all into the living room, which he noticed looked painfully bare. It looked like something that was becoming a family’s first home, though it wasn't quite there yet. There were so many pictures laid out on the coffee table, empty picture frames stacked beside them. In a corner of the room, tools were scattered on the floor, wooden parts and instructions beside them. Harry theorised that it might be a crib in the making.

“Okay, sit down, have a cookie.” You said, hands clasped in front of you. You took in a deep breath as Remus and Sirius both cautiously reached for a cookie, watching as James hugged you from behind, his hands snaking around your waist to rest on your stomach. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and decided to take initiative when you opened and closed your mouth a couple of times. “So you guys know we’re having a baby.” The two boys nodded, and Harry watched closely as Sirius put a hand on Remus’s thigh. “We want you guys to be the godparents!” You squeaked loudly, physically cringing as you revealed the information.

“Shut up!” Sirius screamed, immediately jumping up on his feet with a giant smile on his face as he ran up to hug you. James threw his hands up in the air jealously, watching his best friend hug his wife, and accepting the hug Remus offered him. “This is what you baked cookies for?” Remus asked with a smile when he let go of James to wrap his arms around you tightly. You nodded, tears filling your eyes, and Remus pulled you close to his chest as you sniffled. “So is that a yes?” Your question was immediately answered by the two boys, with Sirius saying “This calls for drinks!” before apologising profusely as he immediately realised that you could, in fact, not drink. This time when you laughed at his words, it was genuine.

Harry was smiling widely, desperate to join in on the shared hugs when he took notice of the lump in his throat that made it hard to swallow. Not wanting to cry, the teenager left the memory, returning it to its glass tube before putting the next one in the pensieve.

This time, Harry is somewhere new. Somewhere he’s never been before. A warm house, with a similar atmosphere to the Burrow. There’s bustling energy, and a special kind of joy in the air. The only person Harry recognises in the room is Sirius, who leads a woman into the living room of the house with an arm familiarly thrown over her shoulder. The woman looks like someone he knows, but he can’t tell who. It’s only when the mysterious woman is led towards an unknown man that it clicks for Harry. His father is the spitting image of the man in front of him, and therefore, so is he. “Oh Euphemia, I can’t believe we’re meeting our grandbaby.” The man says, hugging his wife tightly. The pair doesn’t look nearly old enough to have grandchildren, they barely look like they’re in their 40s. Someone comes in from the garden door, saying “I’ve picked the apples for you Mrs. Potter, is there anything else I can do?” But she only thanks Remus, who's wrapped in countless warm layers of clothing, asking him to put the apples in the kitchen.

There’s two soft knocks on the front door, and the entire room goes silent as James’s parents rush to open the door. James shyly smiles at them, his arm protectively wrapped around your side. Euphemia immediately bursts into tears when her eyes land on you and your newborn baby, only a few days old. Fleamont wraps his arms around his son, who instantly begins crying like his mother, and Remus ushers you into the house, closing the door behind you to protect you from the chilly weather. Euphemia wants to hug you, but she's too busy wiping her tears away as she asks questions about your health and delivery, making sure you’re okay. You nudge your husband’s side, and he happily takes Harry from your arms, showing him off to the other three men in the room.

Euphemia hugs you tightly before leading you to sit down and instantly handing you some tea. She lets the men rave over the little baby boy, but she’s concerned for the new mother's health. It doesn’t take long for James to come back to your side carrying Harry in his arms, and he takes his mother’s place next to you on the couch. He doesn’t let anyone hold Harry, too happy to finally be able to hold him himself after you've spent nine months doing so. Present Harry walks across the room, between Sirius and his grandfather, over the gifts on the floor and past his beautiful grandmother to sit on the arm of the couch next to you. He looks at his young sleeping figure, only born days ago, and knows how much he is loved. By his parents, grandparents, godparents, and all your friends and family.

And he knows it’s too much. All Harry ever wanted was for his parents to be alive, and the thought of the life he could be living with them right now makes him feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest. He would do anything to be back in that position again: in his parents’ arms, a joyful family around him. He didn’t even need his grandparents there; you two would have been enough.

Harry needs to take a moment for himself when he finally breaks away from his memory. He leans on a table for support, taking in heaving breaths as he sobs and sobs, tears dripping on the ground. The small glass tube containing the memory rolls onto the floor and Harry dives to catch it, holding it close to his chest as pain runs through his entire body. These memories should have made him happy, he thinks, so why do they hurt so much? Harry gasps for oxygen, trying to urge his panic and sadness away, trying to turn it into happiness for the things he had, for the love he still has. Slowly, he pushes himself off the ground, moving all the way to the last page of your memory book and taking out the corresponding tube.

When Harry is sucked into the pensieve again, the atmosphere has completely changed. He’s located back at home again, in Godric’s Hollow, where you and James had built your forever home. The sole sight of the homey and safe atmosphere has tears clouding Harry’s vision again, but his feet bring him further down the entryway and into the living room of your house. The first thing Harry does is take in the sight of the decorated house, made to look like his very own heaven. The lighting is warm, photos of family and friends hung up on the wall next to the fireplace. The room is filled with plants, and a small crib was placed next to an armchair. And here you are: sat there with James on the couch, sharing a passionate kiss. The moment is intimate, with your legs tangled up and James’s hand cupping your jaw, but Harry can’t bring himself to look away from you. “James.” He hears you mumble in the kiss, eyes fluttering open as you let James’s familiarity envelop you. “My sweetheart.” James echoes, his eyes still shut as he immerses himself in the moment.

Harry gulps loudly, harshly wiping a tear off his cheek as he watches his dad’s eyes slowly open, a wide smile forming on his face when he finds your eyes already on him. You laugh softly as your husband kisses you again, but you instantly pull away from him, eyes going wide with alert. Harry frowns, his expression matching his father’s, and that’s he he hears it: the soft padding of feet on the floor, and a quiet call of “Mama?” Harry’s eyes are instantly glued to his younger self, appearing around the corner on wobbly feet.

Your body runs past him in a flash, travelling across the living room on quick feet to kneel in front of your son. Young Harry makes grabby hands at you, and you immediately scoop him up in your arms, speaking to him in a soft whisper. “What’s wrong sweetheart? You hungry?” You ask, cradling him in your arms. Young Harry makes an incomprehensible noise, and Harry laughs in adoration. He has to be a year or two in this memory. Harry glances back to where James now stands up, walking over to his family, where he wraps his arms around both of you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Think he’s hungry.” You tell your husband, who hums, leading you to the couch to sit down. James helps you pull your jumper up just enough for baby Harry to latch on to your breast, humming in innocent satisfaction. You smile down at him, running a hand through his soft short hair. James carefully wraps an arm around your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you blink tiredly. Harry stares at the perfect image of the family in front of him, and soon enough, realises he’s not the only one crying. James is sniffling next to you, taking in shaky breaths in a poor attempt not to disturb you or baby Harry. You lift your head off your husband’s shoulder to look up at him, and smile lovingly at him, a hand lifting off the back of Harry’s head to wipe at James’s tears. “James.” You whisper, and he instantly opens his mouth, voice breaking as he says “I love you both so, so much.” And his words have a sob wracking out of present Harry’s chest.

He floats out of the memory just as you bring James into a short kiss, the sight of him being loved by his parents the last thing he sees before finding himself standing at the foot of the pensieve again. Harry shuts the memory book, closing his eyes tightly — it’s enough for one lonesome night. But something catches his attention as his hand rests on the back of the book. An odd texture under his fingertips, forming crevices into the leather. Harry’s eyes flutter open, and he notices a gold engraving into the book. Engravings that form letters, words. A note.

Dear Harry,

You’re finally an adult!!! You can do anything you ever wanted, even without our permission. And move out if we’re too annoying sometimes, though that feels wrong to write with you sitting in front of us as a little baby boy. We just wanted you to know that no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, we’ll always support you and be here for you. And not just us, everyone in this book, everyone who forms your family.

We love you so much Harry, and even though you’re all grown now, you’ll always be our baby, just like in these first memories.

Love,

Mum and Dad

To say the least, Harry doesn't sleep that night.

[no-144444]

total wipe out- l.norris

summary: lando has a chance encounter that changes his life

pairing: lando norris x fem! single mom! reader

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Lando had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time, his skiing holiday had turned into a disaster when he fucking ran over a child. Impressive, I know. The second he did it he slowed down and started to book it back to the kid who was probably sobbing crying (he’d hit it at full force). 

“Are you alright?!” he stressed, picking up the kid (who had been stuck in the snow). 

And the fucker was giggling. 

“That was fun!” he cheered, clapping his hands. “Do it again!” 

Did he have brain damage? Did he just give a child fucking brain damage? 

“Alex!” you shouted, stopping beside the two of them. “Are you alright?” you asked, taking him in your arms and checking him over. 

“I’m fine mommy! I had so much fun!”

You stared at your son, unimpressed. The mini heart attack you’d just had was all for nothing. “You’re a weird fucking kid,” you mumbled under your breath, making Lando laugh. You turned to him. “I am so sorry about him, I always tell him to stay by me, but he doesn’t listen-”

Lando chuckled, holding a hand up to stop you. “I am almost sure it was my fault, so I am very sorry. I hope he’s alright and I didn’t give him brain damage or something.”

You laughed. “Let’s hope not,” you smiled. “Sorry again.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry too.”

And with that, you and Alex skated off. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Max shouted, coming up beside him with Pietra hot on his tail. “YOU JUST WIPED OUT A KID!” 

Lando rolled his eyes. Max, ever the pessimist. 

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As he sat in his cabin, just finished winning a game of poker, he sighed, thinking of you and Alex. Obviously, Lando hadn’t seen anything other than your hair (which he thought was gorgeous), and your eyes when you’d lifted your sunglasses to look over Alex. You had hauntingly beautiful eyes, and he was slightly upset with himself that he hadn’t tried to chat with you longer. You were sweet, kind, funny, beautiful (he just knew you were gorgeous). He wanted to know more. 

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Hanging around the same slope as yesterday in hopes of seeing you there was probably not his best idea, but alas, his dumb plan worked. He saw the familiar dinosaur helmet on the 4 year olds head, and he smiled when he noticed Alex whizzing up to him. 

“Alex!” he cheered, watching him come down the mountain, a bright smile on his face. 

Alex walked over and wrapped his arms around Lando’s legs. “Did you see?” he questioned, looking up at him. 

Lando’s heart ached, he adored children. Alex was definitely not helping his raging baby fever. “I did bud! That was awesome.”

“Are you a professional skier?” he asked.

“No,” Lando smiled, kneeling down to meet his eyes. Your eyes, just smaller. “But I am a professional athlete.”

“What sport?!” he asked, his eyes going wide. “My favourite sport is Formula One, but I like all sports anyway.”

“Who’s your favourite driver?” Lando asked, suppressing a smirk as he took his balaclava down. 

“Lando Norris!” he cheered, jumping up and down. 

Lando finally took off his goggles and Alex’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!” he almost shouted, making Lando laugh. 

“Alex!” you scolded, walking over to him. “What did we say about bad words?” 

“Momma look, he’s Lando Norris!” Alex cheered, pulling on your jacket. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, looking at him. “Hi, I’m Y/n, and this is Alex,” you introduced. “We meet again.”

He smiled. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Do you mind if Alex gets a picture with you? You’re his favourite driver,” you asked, trying to sound less awkward than it felt. 

“Of course, I’d love to,” Lando smiled, more than happy to get in a photo with him. Alex stood up beside him, hugging him, as Lando smiled wide and bright. You quickly snapped a picture and thanked him. 

“Momma, can we go again?” Alex asked, pointing at the top of the mountain. 

“We should probably head in for dinner darling,” you said. Alex frowned. “You’re hungry, I know you’re hungry.”

Alex huffed. “I want to go again though.”

“We’ll go again tomorrow,” you smiled, patting his back. 

“Alright,” he smiled. “Bye bye Lando!” 

“Thanks again,” you smiled at him. 

“I’m heading in too now,” he said. “Mind if I join you guys?”

You stared at him for a second. “Um, yeah, sure,” you smiled. “Of course.”

Alex beamed and held Lando’s hand as you all walked back to the resort. 

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Dinner was just listening to Alex ask Lando questions about his life, about the cars, about everything. It was cute, and Lando was so willing to listen to every question, and adequately answer them. As dinner went on, you noticed the way he kept looking over at you, soft, sweet, staring that didn’t make you uncomfortable. And when he was the one carrying Alex back up to your hotel room, and wishing him sweet dreams, he didn’t mind it. 

“Thanks for everything today, you’ve definitely made his year,” you chuckled. 

“It was nice to meet you guys. Alex is a lovely kid,” he nodded, but there was still something unsaid. He wanted to ask for your number, but didn’t want to overstep, and he could feel the tension between you two. “I’m just going to say this, and you can totally say no and I’ll back off but could I get your number?”

You stared at him. “Is that a joke?” you asked, unsure. 

“Oh shit, are you married? Fuck I didn’t know-”

“No, no! I’m not. It’s just… you’re… y’know, and I’m not. I’m a single mom and you’re a racecar driver.”

He shrugged. “And? I really like you, and Alex.”

“Be realistic Lando, what would people say?” 

“That I’ve got a very hot and sweet girlfriend and a cute stepson?” he smirked and you playfully pushed him. 

“You can have my number, but I’m not promising any of that,” you chuckled, grabbing your phone.

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Australian GP. First race of the season. 

And you were sitting in Lando’s hotel room before he had to go to the track. How your life had changed in the past few months. You were officially dating an F1 driver, you’d been to Monaco a lot, Lanod had visited London a lot, and you were happy. Alex adored Lando, they literally went on day trips together without you (Lando says it’s so you can have time with your friends, but you know it’s just because he wants to hang out with him). 

“You ready to go, bud?” Lando knocked on the door of the hotel bathroom, trying to get Alex out of there. 

“Almost, just need to wash my hands!” he answered. 

“You ready?” he asked, turning to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He was excited. Extremely so, to have you in his garage and to show you off to the world. 4 months of dating hardly seemed enough, but he had convinced you anyway. 

You nodded and took a deep breath, slightly terrified for this weekend. 

“You’ll do great,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. “Everything will be alright.”

You nodded and smiled, taking his hand instead as Alex came out of the bathroom. “All finished mom,” he smiled and took your hand. 

Lando stopped you two and smiled. “Pre-race weekend selfie?” he smiled bashfully. You smiled back at him and lifted up Alex, all three of you posing for the photo. “Perfect,” he smiled, looking at the photo, then kissing your cheek. 

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[ivyues]

A Lap to Nap - Bang Chan

Bang Chan finds peace in your lap, but duty calls him back to the studio.

Chris pushed open the door to your apartment, his eyes heavy but brightened by the sight of you waiting on the couch.

"Hey," he said softly, dropping his bag by the door. He crossed the room in a few steps, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. "Missed you."

You smiled, reaching out to brush his curls away from his forehead. “Missed you too,” you said, patting the cushion beside you. He sank down heavily, the weight of hours spent in the studio evident in his sluggish movements.

"You okay?" you asked, letting your fingers wander into his unstyled hair.

"Just tired," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut as his head found its way onto your lap. He exhaled deeply, his body melting into the couch. You continued stroking his hair, marveling at how peaceful he looked. The usual intensity and focus you associated with him were gone, replaced by serene exhaustion.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the TV. You glanced across the room when the soft buzz of a phone vibrating caught your attention – it was your boyfriend's phone, still in his bag at the door. For a moment, you considered getting up, but his head on your lap anchored you in place.

Your own phone buzzed on the coffee table instead, and you reached for it carefully.

Changbin: "Yo, is Chan with you? Can't reach him. Need to talk about re-recording something."

You smiled at the irony, glancing down at Chris. He was fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, utterly unaware of both phones vying for his attention. Gently, you took a quick photo – his head tucked against your thigh and your hand in his hair as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

You: "Does this answer your question?" You attached the photo and sent it.

Changbin’s reply came almost immediately.

Changbin: "😂 Sorry for disturbing. Tell him to call me when he wakes up. Hate to take him away, but we need him back for a bit. 😅"

You sighed softly and put your phone back down. Your gaze returned to Chris. You hated the thought of waking him, but you knew how important his work was. With soft fingers, you traced his cheek.

“Channie,” you called softly. “Baby, wake up.”

He stirred, his brows furrowing slightly before his eyes blinked open, glazed with sleep. He looked up at you with a faint, sleepy smile. “Didn’t… didn’t think I’d be out like that,” he mumbled, his voice warm and husky.

You chuckled, still massaging his head softly. “Changbin texted,” you said gently. “He says you need to go back to re-record something.”

Chris groaned softly, his eyes closing again for a moment, enjoying the tender sensation of your fingers against his scalp for a few moments longer. “Of course he did,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your leg.

You laughed, brushing his hair back. “He felt bad for disturbing. You were completely knocked out.”

“Was I?” he asked with a shy smile, looking up at you. “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t help it. You’re too comfortable.”

Smiling, you leaned down to meet him, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. When you pulled back, you whispered, “Go finish your work. You’ll have me – and my lap – all to yourself after.”

Chris grinned, sitting up reluctantly. “You better keep that promise,” he teased, stealing another quick kiss before standing and grabbing his phone.

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Later that night, as time in the studio slipped by, Changbin nudged Chris with a playful grin. “Hey, hope your girlfriend isn’t mad at me,” he teased. “I mean, I did kind of steal you away. I don’t want to end up on her bad side.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s not mad, Binnie. Trust me, Y/N’s way too chill for that.”

Han, who had been quietly listening, raised his head. "Whaaat? You called him when he was with Y/N?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Really? What a move, man."

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” Changbin chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Still, you owe her a date night after this.”

Chris smiled softly. “Oh, don’t worry—I’ve got plans.”

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The next day you received a message from Chris. It was a screenshot of the Stray Kids group chat. Your eyes widened as you saw the very picture you’d sent Changbin the day before – Chris peacefully sleeping on your lap, his curls messy and his expression serene.  

Changbin: "Guys, look what I got yesterday 😂"  

Your cheeks instantly heated up. You looked through the messages that followed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.  

Han: "OMG, this is ADORABLE."  

Felix: "Can we all agree this is peak boyfriend goals? 🥺"  

Hyunjin: "That’s so cute... 🤢❤️”

Seungmin: "The old man needing his afternoon naps – I’m saving this for future blackmail."  

Jeongin: "Honestly, same. Imagine the chaos this will cause when we tease him about it."  

At the bottom of the conversation Chris’s reply stood: 

Chris: "Blackmail? Nah, y’all are just jealous. I’m living the dream." 

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[gojoest]

“I can’t believe you let that guy hold your hand”

Satoru was upset. Really upset. You could see it all over his face — jaw clenched, brows furrowed, the vein on his forehead so swollen it was threatening to pop any second now.

“You are being ridiculous”, you sigh. He’s been at it for 3 hours now and you no longer have the energy to try and beat some sense into him, he’s not listening to you anyway. “Please stop”, you ask for what probably is the hundredth time.

“Okay”, he audibly breathes under his nose, but surely doesn’t sound the least bit convincing, nor does he look like he’s given up, judging by the way he’s fervently searching up something on his phone, tapping left and right, downloading all kinds of social apps. “What’s his name?"

“You’re not going to look him up now, are you?”

He can’t be serious, you try to reason internally. He’s just being too silly right now pretending to throw another jealousy fit to show you just how much he loves you and how crazy he is about you, you try to convince yourself.

Yet, the look in his eyes refutes all of your hopes.

He has gone mad. He really is after that guy.

“Bingo. Name, please”

“I don’t remember it”, you let out an exasperated whine.

“Fine, I’ll just have Ijichi track that homewrecker down, then I’ll go deal with him personally myself”

“…”, you sigh once again. “And then what?”

“I’ll cut his hand and burn it”, he nonchalantly blurts out, his eyes focused on his phone as he types out instructions to Ijichi, along with a photo attached to the message.

3 hours ago, when things went terribly wrong

As promised, you were showing Satoru your childhood albums.

He was very eager to see how the mini you looked backed in the day. Basking in the sight of your adorable self from the photos, gushing over your chubby cheeks and cute outfits, he was asking about the story behind each shot and curiously listening to you go on and on about the old times and the little you he didn’t know about.

…that was until a certain group photo from kindergarten caught Satoru’s eyes.

“What’s this”, he pointed at it.

“It’s a group pic from kindergarten when I was four, I think? The teachers made us pair up and hold hands for the photo, and I ended up with this boy here”

Silence. Something was off.

Satoru wasn’t reacting the way he was to the other pictures. His smile was frozen on his lips but it was gone from his eyes, and he was unusually quiet too. The aura he was giving off was definitely eerie, and not the least bit loving.

“Yeah?”, Satoru spoke in a dull voice. “And you let him hold your hand?”

“What?”, you blinked twice. “I—, what?”

“You let another man touch you?”

“A man? He was four, and so was I — we were children, Satoru”, you, in complete disbelief, try to laugh it off. There was no way he could be actually upset about and jealous over something so ridiculous (he was in fact very upset and very jealous, and yes, over something so ridiculous).

“It doesn’t change the fact that this bastard touched what’s mine”, he was gritting his teeth.

“I wasn’t yours back then”, and you were pouring oil into the fire.

“Look, just because we didn’t know each other doesn’t mean you weren’t mine. You were always mine, you just didn’t know it. But that guy—”

You cut him off, “Alright”, and took the photo album from his lap, closing it shut and tucking it under your armpit. “We’re done looking at my childhood pictures”

“Why? Are there more guys holding your hand in there?”, he protested in a high-pitched voice.

“…”

“Oh my god?”, he cried out. “There are?”

Yes, there were. And if he kept looking, by the end of the day, he would turn into a mass murderer.

a/n: mind you, the rest of the pictures are all on friendly terms too, purely platonic. but better safe than sorry! AHAHAH

[terrestrialnoob]

Harley crawled into the apartment. It was organized, but it looked like the occupant didn't have a lot of time for cleaning. She walked softly through it, taking it in. There were photos of her target and what had to be her family, but no friends or romantic partners. Some had a pair of older adults, matching traits meant bio-parents. More of the photos were of the target and a younger boy - a little brother, the highest likelihood of becoming another target if things go bad.

Harley continued forward, following the light to where her target was. She stood in the doorway, looking in.

Dr. Jasmine Fenton, Arkham Asylum's newest psychologist, just got her degree and everything. She did what most newbies do, actually thinking she could get through to the Joker. Harley didn't want to say it was impossible, but everyone who tried ended up in a new job or dead. Harley would try and make sure it was the former and not the later.

Harley watched as the redhead read over a file as she ate from a takeout box. She didn't want to scare the girl, yet. The scaring her away from Joker came later. So, she had to wait for the perfect moment to-

"I know you're there." Jasmine didn't look up from her file, but held out the last box of Chinese food in Harley's direction. "There's plenty if you want some."

"Awe, you ruined the surprise." Harley walked out of the shadows of the hallway into the girl's home office. She snatched the offered box of food and took a few bites as she jumped to sit on the desk.

"I'm hard to sneak up on." Jasmine said, closing her file and finally looking at Harley. "So, Dr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening?"

"Oh, call me Harley!" She laughed, she wasn't called Dr. all that often any more. She tapped her chop sticks on the file Jasmine just closed. "I thought you'd like a consult on your new patient, Dr. Fenton. I've got a lot of experience with him."

"I prefer to go by Jazz." She said with a smile, "While I appreciate the offer, I'd like to see how far I can get on my own. And, sorry, but I'm pretty sure your license was revoked."

Harley nodded as she swallowed to get the noodles out of her mouth. "I get it! You're new, fresh outta school, gotta prove yourself. But Joker ain't the guy to do that with. He eats people like us for breakfast, and in all the years he's been in Arkham, no one's been able to get anywhere with him."

Jazz sighed, "I don't like to believe people are lost causes. There's always something we can do to help."

"You can't help everyone, especially when they don't want it. And it's not just a question if whether or not he can be saved or whatever." Harley set down the now empty box, Jazz pointed to another one that still had food in it, but Harley declined. "If you keep it up, he'll think you're worth his time to torment. There's no telling what he'll do when he inevitably gets himself out again."

"I'll be fine." Jazz said, but Harley had to cut her off before she said something stupid.

"It's not just you! You've got family out there he can target, your parents. Your Brother! Anyone you date will become a target! He'll do everything in his power to make your life miserable!"

Jazz chuckled. "If he wants to target my family, his funeral. My parents are - were supervillains. They've really only become less- well, hyper-focused on eradicating an entire race of being- in the past few years. And my brother - I'm pretty sure he's conditionally immortal. So that's nothing to worry about."

"If it's conditional, Joker will find a way around it." Harley said, but she had to admit, this might have been an unnecessary trip. "You sure y'ain't got nothing to worry about? What about you? How conditional is your mortality?"

Jazz smiled. Her mouth seemed too wide and with too many teeth. "Oh, I am nowhere near immortal. But..."

She stood up and the room was suddenly a black void. Toxic green eyes and mouths filled with glowing white teeth opened around them. "I doubt anyone could get close enough to test it."

The room was suddenly back to normal, but whatever that thing was was still there. Harley could see its eyes watching her with amusement from inside Jazz's oversized cardigan.

"Well, I guess this really was a wasted trip. You've clearly got it covered."

"Not entirely." Jazz said, her hand wend up to her neck to rub nervously, "Well, you see... I don't really have a lot of friends. People tend to get - uh, creeped out, you know? Or chased off by my parents or brother or whatever..."

"You wanna be friends?" Harley laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Jazz's face turned bright red and the shadow eyes looked way less amused. "Yeah, stupid question. You've clearly got your own things going on."

"No! No, no." Harley had to take several deep breaths before she could look Jazz in the face again. "I 100% wanna hang out with you!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." She took another deep breath, "I mean, I really should have made a support system before trying to take on the Joker back when I worked for Arkham. This" she pointed between them "can only end well."

Jazz's face turned brighter than the sun. "Oh my gosh! This is amazing! We should - I have Thursday's and weekends off - What - what kind of things should we-"

Oh man, Jazz was like an excited kid. She must have had a really lonely childhood... they can psychoanalyze each other later. "Come over for girl's night next week. I'll tell my gf and bff to expect an extra person... Does the-" she motioned to the cardigan creature "-go everywhere you go? Does it need food?"

"Oh, don't worry about Jet, they only eat who I tell them to."

Harley barked out more laughter. "You're going to fit right in!"

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Now featuring a Part 2

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) baby fever ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 마크이 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ finally confronting mark about his baby fever  ヾ

boyfriend!mark・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ ‎ unprotected sex , ‎breeding kink , dirty talk ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ ‎0.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. hi you have the vision baby, mark has baby fever fic please, pretty please 🥺🥺 & since you're taking requests, maybe something with nct dream? or even just mark, my ult bias original husband loml..........

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you don't mind i combined them , also happy birthday or belated birthday cause you didn't specify which day it was 🫶🏽.

you seen the signs; the lingering looks at baby clothes in stores; the smiling lovingly at the kids you'd pass playing on the playground, liking the celebrity children photos when he truly never cared before — but that wasn't it , he began to rub your stomach, whether he noticed or not you didn't know , but you did know one thing and you really didn't need a confirmation , but you wanted one anyway.

“you wanna have baby?” the boy was stunned. “h-huh?” you smiled , climbing into his lap on the couch. “what are you talking about?” he asked , coughing nervously. “i've watched you for the past few weeks, and unless your brother is having a baby, i think you want a baby.”

“i-im sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.” he stuttered. “you could've told me though.” you said, kissing his neck. “it is me you want to have a baby with right?” he nodded. “of course baby, who else would i want to have a baby with?” he took control, flipping you over so you were on your back. “mark.”

“i want nothing more than to fuck you until you're pregnant with my baby.” his lips were on yours, you moaned out his name. “m-mark i'm still on birth control.” you laughed, tugging at his hair , he looked at you with want in his eyes. “doesn't mean we can't practice right?” he said, pulling down your pants. “i can still fuck you raw right now.’

he wasted no time pushing his hard cock into your waiting hole; you giving him the go to fuck you raw made him hard. “fuck you're so tight baby.” he began to thrust into you. “so fucking warm.” he moaned , holding your hand above your head. “ma-mark please.” you whined. “de-deeper please.” panting above you , his cock stretching you out deliciously. “you like my cock baby?” he cursed. “gonna let me fuck a baby inside you?” you nodded. “pl-please.”

“fu-fuck you'll look so cute with my baby.” he began to pound into you faster. “all pregnant and swollen because of me.” he released your hands , allowing you to run your hands up his shirt , scratching his back. “sh-shit baby.” he hissed. “gonna fill you up real good.” he whispered into your ear. “gonna flood your pussy with my cum.”

your legs were wrapped around his waist , he kept pounding into you. “ma-mark im gonna cum.” you moaned. “yeah?” he grunted. “cum for me baby, cum all over my dick.” he moaned as you tightened around him , mouth dropping over as you came , he cursed. “sh-shit im gonna cum.” he moaned , his thrust faltering before you could feel his warm sticky cum shooting deeply into your womb. “fu-fuck baby that's it , take my cum.”

he slowly stops his thrust; keeping you plugged with his cum. “fuck i love you so much.” he kissed your lips. “so so much baby.” he pulled out of you , him cum leaking from your hole. “sh-shit i wish you weren't on your birth control.” you laughed. “you really want a baby that bad?” he nodded. “so fucking bad.” he groaned.

“gonna keep fucking you until you're for sure pregnant with my baby.”

©LUVYENI