#because i had the damn funniest idea for it this morning

[wellpresseddaisy]

There's a Silver Lining Through the Dark Clouds Shining pt 2

Apparently I wrote this nearly a year ago and completely forgot to post it. Or at the very least I can't find Part 2 anywhere on my Tumblr from March 2022 on. Part 1 here. If I posted this already, well, it's getting reposted. :)

Severus stared around the room wildly, heart hammering in his chest. He didn't…he had to be at Hogwarts, but no one looked right. The blond boy could only be a Malfoy and he'd know that thatch of messy dark hair anywhere, but they weren't right.

"Er, professor, do you remember anything?" The boy with the Potter hair asked, shoving broken glasses up his nose.

Green eyes. He knew those eyes. Those eyes and that hair together…

"Fuck sake, tell me she didn't!" He demanded.

"Who didn't, sir?" The boy fidgeted.

"Tell me Lily didn't marry that Potter berk!" He demanded.

The boy choked and the group behind him sucked in a breath as one, eyes wide. They seemed inclined to just watch, though.

"Bloody fucking hell, she did." No matter what Lils said, he could pick up on some cues. And that one was an anvil.

"Er. Yeah. I…um…I'm Harry Potter." Well that decided it. Lily Evans had the worst taste in men.

"For your granddad." Severus murmured before he could help himself.

"Really?" The boy…Harry looked delighted. "I didn't know."

Oh, he wasn't touching that. If this child of theirs didn't know his grandparents…no…best not consider it. He cursed his ability to make connections so quickly.

"And…you called me professor." A quick subject change seemed the right way to go.

"You…well, you're usually a lot…older. There was an accident." Harry explained. "Er…I'm not sure what happened, really. We've sent for Madame Pomfrey."

He wasn't sure what to think. The blond boy could only be Lucius' child…with the Black eyes. Cissa? And the freckled specimen was likely a Weasley. You always knew a Weasley. And the Parkinson nose. Crabbe and Goyle looked about as one expected.

But no child of Sirius Black or Remus Lupin or Peter Pettigrew seemed to stand among them. No MacKinnon or Meadowes or Rosier or Lestrange seemed to be present. Features he ought to have recognized were nowhere to be seen.

"What happened?" He asked, finally. "What happened here?"

Harry looked back at the crowd behind him. He seemed to be communicating with a girl with the most extraordinary hair Severus had ever seen and the Weasley spawn. He turned back.

"War." He answered simply.

Severus swallowed hard. "So it happened, then."

"Yeah." Harry shrugged.

They fell to awkward silence. Severus' mind whirled, trying to assimilate new information.

"What year is it?" He asked.

"Nineteen ninety-two." Harry told him. "It's only just October. We're the second year Gryffindor/Slytherin Potions class."

"Which I'm meant to be teaching?" It came out more question than statement.

"Which you're meant to be teaching." Harry confirmed. He bit his lip. "Dunno what we're going to do for Potions now."

"Obviously, Potter, we'll have a new professor." The blond probably Malfoy drawled from behind Harry but didn't move. He'd found a seat and lounged in it.

"No one's asked you, Malfoy." Harry answered in the tone of someone who'd spent a great deal of time with a Malfoy.

Most of Lucius' dormmates sounded like that at least once a week. Generally it regarded haircare.

Slytherin would never forget the night Lucius Malfoy found a single split end. Pity that the child hadn't inherited Cissa's nice manners or way with people.

"Well you clearly haven't any idea of how anything works. Only to be expected, honestly, given your…parentage."

The bushy-haired girl grabbed a handful of the Weasley spawn's robes and hauled him back while Harry looked at the ceiling and seemed to count. Severus thought that this particular version of Malfoy could use a pasting, to be honest. Lucius at least had…charm…of a kind, anyway.

"Malfoy, no one's asked your opinion or needs to hear it." Harry gritted out.

Just then, the door opened and Madame Pomfrey bustled in.

"By the Cauldron." She breathed. "Professor Snape, what happened?"

Madame Pomfrey moved into the room, easily stepping around the mess on the floor. She cast a quick containment charm around Neville's cauldron on her way.

"I was told it was an accident." Severus answered. "I don't remember much beyond waking up with a lot of people I've never met."

Madame Pomfrey breathed in sharply.

"Well, why don't we go up to the Hospital Wing? We may need some help with this. All of you, please go to the Great Hall. I'll inform the Headmaster." She waited while students gathered what they could of their things.

"I could…" Harry started.

"Please go up to the Hall with everyone else, Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey interrupted firmly. "We'll either return your professor to you or…well…I'm sure we can come up with a solution."

"Yes, Madame Pomfrey." Harry answered dutifully and filed out with the rest of the students.

"Now, we'll get you sorted out." She smiled down at Severus.

An actual familiar face left him so relieved that he smiled back.

[hywonuka]

keep that in mind | jww

every step that i take is a mistake to you, chapter 1

Sypnosis: After accepting the dare from his friends of making Y/N fall for him within 4 months, Wonwoo seems to realize how hard —and complicated— this is actually gonna be for him, due to awkward encounters and shared environments.

Pairing: college!wonwoo x college!fem!reader

Genre: college au, falling for a bet or dare trope, slow burn

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.086 k

intro | chapter 1 | chapter 2

9:30 in the morning. Wonwoo is late. Way too late. He wore the first thing he saw on his closet, and ran away to his faculty building, knowing he wouldn’t make it to his first class. He cursed at himself for not waking up in time, and promised himself he wouldn’t drink that much next time he went out with the guys, which was an obvious lie he always told himself.

As he was running to his destination, he couldn’t help but think about last night, and the damn dare he now had to fulfill. Why did he say yes? Firstly, he doesn’t know how to talk to women. Secondly, it’s not like she was unknown to him. In fact, they both were part of the same friend group, which, in Wonwoo's eyes, makes everything more awkward. And last (but not least), they both were part of the student council. Funniest part is that, even with all the opportunities he had have, he has barely ever talked to her, not because he didn’t like Y/N, but because he had no idea of what to say to her. He should just approach her, out of nowhere? No way, he couldn’t. Way too shy for that.

How was he gonna do this now? He only had 4 months, not enough time for him, but now he couldn’t back out. No, god, he couldn’t. The guys will mock him if he even thinks of backing out. He is fucked up and he knows it.

He glances at his phone, to check the hour. 9:45, and his next class isn’t until 10:30. He decided to keep walking, as the Engineering faculty building was nearby, and he already missed the first class of the day. He was passing by a small field with flowers, when he saw a familiar silhouette, which made him stop on his feet. “Hao? What are you doing here?

“Morning man. Just picking up some flowers for Asher”, Minghao said, as he showed Wonwoo a small bouquet he made himself. Asher was Minghao's partner and one of Y/N closest friends.

“Flowers, huh? What’s the occasion?”

“None at all, just felt like it”

“Huh?”

“Of course, you wouldn’t understand”

“W-why?” The tall one asked, startled. He knew his friend wasn’t fond of the idea of the dare, but he wouldn’t think that bad of him now, would he?

“Cuz you are a virgin and a loser who has never even touched a woman before”. Yeah, he thinks that bad of him now. On a normal day, Minghao would reassure Wonwoo about that topic, but seems like he won’t be doing it anymore.

“No need to be that harsh dude”

“And no need to say yes to such a dare. Wonwoo, have you thought of the consequences of this?”

“I… No, I haven’t. But is not like I’m gonna win it”. At this point, Wonwoo was trying to excuse himself, even though deep down he really thought he wouldn’t make it. He cannot make Y/N fall for him in 4 months. He needs more time for that. And it’s not like he knows how to make her fall for him.

“Whatever. When everything is messed up, if you come ask me for advice all I’m gonna say is ‘I told you so’, got it?”, as he said those words, he finished the bouquet, looking at it with a fond smile.

“You are giving it to her now?”

“Yeah, gonna see them before their classes start”

“Can I…?” Minghao gave a deathly glare to the tall one. He knew he was just asking as Asher and Y/N were classmates, which meant that Minghao was going to their faculty building.

“You are lucky you are my friend, cuz if not I would have kicked your ass at that question”

“But can I accompany you or not…?”

“Do as you please”, and with that, Minghao started walking towards the Art and Design faculty building. With no hesitation, Wonwoo ran after him, trying to make small talk, even if the other wasn’t really in the mood to talk to him.

They finally reached the Art and Design faculty building, which was just a couple minutes away from the Engineering faculty building. Minghao’s face changed completely as he was looking for his partner, which Wonwoo found endearing. And, if Minghao already seemed whipped while looking for Asher, the moment he landed his eyes on them, his whole expression lightened up. He quickly walked up to them, calling out their name. “Asher!!”

The goth stopped walking as they heard their boyfriend’s voice. The person accompanying them also stopped, which Wonwoo recognised even before she turned around. It was Y/N.

He suddenly felt his palms getting sweaty. Damn, how was he gonna do this now?? Should he approach herdirectly? Follow Minghao and just join the conversation?

“Hao!! What are you doing here?” Asher’s face lightened up at the sight of their boyfriend. It was that moment that Wonwoo noticed their makeup. He already knew they were goth, but never really looked at their makeup. It was pretty cool.

“Just wanted to give some flowers to my monarch”

“God, you know you can call me princess”

“Monarch sounds cooler”, he said as he leaned on to kiss their lips and give them the bouquet. Wonwoo couldn’t help but look away, feeling he was intruding on an intimate moment between the couple. His eyes landed on Y/N.

She was beautiful, that's something he always knew. It wasn’t a surprise she got many admirers. Damn, it’s gonna be impossible to win this dare. He didn’t realize he was staring at her, until she smiled at him, making him blush and look away. Great, now she will think he is even more of a loser than he already is.

“Are you going to this afternoon's student council meeting?” Her sweet voice surprised Wonwoo, not because he hadn't heard it before, but because it was directed at him. He winked a couple times before answering. “Y-yeah, gotta go”

Minghao looked briefly at the interaction between both of them, slightly annoyed, before turning back his attention to his partner.

“Oh, cool, I’ll see you there then!! It’s always good to see a familiar face at those places”, and she smiled at him. He could feel his heart race, due to the nervousness. He was about to say something, but the sudden sound of Minghao’s voice interrupted him. “Wonwoo, don’t you have to go to class?

Wonwoo looked at his phone. It was 10:27 and he, in fact, had to run to his next class. He waved them goodbye and ran to his faculty building, with the image of Y/N’s smile imprinted in his mind. These were gonna be the hardest 4 months of his life.

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.

Being part of the student council wasn’t something he had planned when he started college, but somehow knew would end up happening. After all, he has been class president during middle and high school.

He didn’t mind being his class president in uni. Been there, done that, he thought himself as he was elected, but things escalated way too fast, and without even knowing how, he was stuck in the student council. It was fun, and he got to be around some of his friends, such as Jeonghan and Minghao. That’s how he got to meet Y/N, and to be in the huge friend group both of them were part of.

Bzzz, bzzz

The sudden phone buzz scared him as he was on his way to the student council. He took his phone from his back pocket, and wasn’t surprised when he saw the notifications.

[vernon 🥸 has added you to a gc]

[vernon 🥸 has changed the gc name to wonwoo being a loser pt 4]

Wonwoo rolled his eyes at the screen, knowing perfectly fine what this was about.

[minghao psycho]: pt 4??

[mingyu uni]: i think he already made a fool of himself like 3 times with one of our dares

[mingyu uni]: you werent there last time tho

[minghao psycho]: makes sense

There was an unspoken rule about their dares. If you weren’t at the hangout, you didn’t get to know what the others were dared to, and no one had ever complained about it. Except for that one time in which Jeonghan was dared to ignore Cheol for a week, and as Cheol couldn’t make it for the hangout, he was heavily confused if he had messed up or if it had just been a simple dare. He even had begged the rest of the guys to break their rule and tell him the truth.

So it wasn’t a surprise for Wonwoo that Vernon created a new group chat. In fact, he was kinda expecting it to happen.

[vernon 🥸]: well wonwoo, any update??

[vernon 🥸]: time is passing by~

[wonwoo]: vernon its been A DAY?!?!

[wonwoo]: lemme breathe haven’t recovered from the hangover yet lmao

[tiger wannabe]: morning?? tf is this about now😭😭

[mingyu uni]: its fucking 5 pm dude wdym morning

Wonwoo laughed at his friends, as they started a discussion over hoshi’s sleeping tendencies. He kept walking, as another notification appeared on his lockscreen.

[minghao psycho]: are u coming??

The tall one laughed at the contact name of Minghao in his phone. He wanted to add him as ‘Minghao psychology’ but it was too long and just writing psycho made everything funnier.

[wonwoo]: omw, will be there in 5 mins

[minghao psycho]: nice

[minghao psycho]: btw she is here

[minghao psycho]: and asked bout u

Wonwoo could feel his heart beating faster. Why on Earth would she ask about him? Did she know about the dare? No, that’s impossible. Wonwoo hasn’t even interacted at all with her.

[wonwoo]: what she asked?

[minghao psycho]: if u were coming

[minghao psycho]: i would say try flirting with her in front of me and ill kick your ass

[minghao psycho]: but lets be honest

[minghao psycho]: u wont even look her way

[wonwoo]: what a dickhead

[minghao psycho]: deserved

[minghao psycho]: best part of this dare u dont even have the guts to talk to women

Wonwoo put his phone in silence and back to one of his pockets, ignoring his friend's texts. He is kinda tired of the same jokes all the time, and now that Minghao has also started to say those comments, just because he accepted the stupid dare. He wouldn’t admit it out of loud, but it hurts his ego.

After a couple minutes, he finally arrived where the meeting was taking place, and quickly sat down next to Jeonghan, smiling at him and Minghao. He looked around and without noticing, his gaze landed on Y/N. She was happily chatting with some of her friends, as she was about to start the meeting. Wonwoo couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Both his friends sat next to him noticed, but said nothing about it.

“Well, now that everyone is here, the meeting can begin!!” The sweet voice of Y/N made Wonwoo come back to reality. He was at a student council meeting, in order to prepare this year’s university open days.

As the meeting progressed, Wonwoo could feel his concentration span diminished. All he could think about is getting back to his dorm to play league with Soobin, one of his classmates. He was already in the game, as Wonwoo saw on Discord. Agh, and he was stuck in that stupid meeting.

"Are you fine with the idea, Wonwoo?” Jeonghan’s voice startled the one with glasses, who had absolutely no idea of what was being discussed. Of course, he would do whoever in his same situation would do. “Yeah, sounds great”

Jeonghan smiled at his friend, and then at Y/N, nodding at her. Wonwoo was confused, what did that mean??

“Then it seems that we will be working together, Wonwoo!!”

Wonwoo looked at Y/N, and then at Jeonghan, trying not to look too confused. Working together in what? God, if only he hadn’t been lost in thought.

“Y-yeah, it will be great…”

As the meeting finished, Wonwoo ran to Minghao and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room they were in. Minghao already knew what his friend was gonna ask, and wanted to see him suffer a bit more.

“W-why am I working with Y/N at?!”

“Some collaboration between Computer Engineering and Design. I can’t wait to see Vernon’s reaction to this”

A/N: yaaay, 1st chapter published!! i hope yall enjoy it, i honestly had a lot of fun writing this and thinking of different ways to make wonwoo more embarrassed :3 ill try posting next chapter next week, so i hope yall stay tuned!! you can ask to be added to the tag list if you want to! im also posting a masterlist of my fics (and this one too) and posting to my profile so it can be easier to find the fics :)

Taglist: @adonisbtch @mydearhangel @wonvsmile @wonuilu @peachyaeger @minwonwoozi

[foggyfanfic]

Vent Post about Writing Woes

They weren't lying when they said middles are hard. Just finished part one of my current big project, and I got part two mapped out in a very broad sense, but I just, I am struggling. I am writing the same version of the scene below the cut for the third time and I don't know if I'm happy with version three either. I love this AU I've come up with, and I love the ending I have planned, and other than the fact I wish I had a team of researchers to help me with historical accuracy I love the world building I've done, but this scene! I've tried skipping ahead a little, and coming back to it, I can write it out again and again but each time it just doesn't hit the write notes and I love the character interactions but it's just not... it doesn't have quite the right punch.

This is the version I definitely won't be using, because as much as I love Leandra, when I decided I would reuse my OC's for this AU it was more because I needed side characters, not a protagonist. She's too centered in a scene that is ultimately supposed to be about Pepa, her anxieties, and her relationship with her family. The current iteration I'm trying is just between her and Bruno, time will tell if that sticks for me.

Anyways, I'm just venting, I'm frustrated; context (including the scene in question) under the cut.

Context: The premise of the AU is that Pepa is a Disney Princess tm except instead of a Disney movie her story is a political intrigue set in the Disney Princess Extended Universe (the DPEU if you will). In Disney Princess tradition I have come up with a fake country that is totally not Colombia in the same way Arandelle is totally not Norway or Denmark. It is ultimately an 1850-60's Pepa/Felix fake dating AU and in the scene below Leandra is in the process of being pulled into the Madrigals' orbit because I needed a character to play spy, she's pretending to be a man because 1) plot reasons and 2) I had an idea for the funniest idiots to lovers plot for her and Bruno.

The next morning, Leandra was woken by one of the Madrigal sisters shouting, “You agreed to do what?!”

Leandra drummed the fingers of her good hand on the blankets of her borrowed bed, then decided that yes, she was more nosy than was ultimately sensible and she needed to know what had been agreed to and why it was shocking. Or she would die, probably.

She grabbed the medallion holding her glamor off the bedside table and put it on, then grabbed her trousers off the bed post and stepped into them. When she peeked her head out her door she briefly made eye contact with Bruno, who was doing the same, then immediately whipped her head towards his sisters in hopes that he wouldn’t see her blush. The witch had said the glamor would basically just be her, but male, so she couldn’t count on it to hide her expressions. Anything more complicated would have been out of her budget and would have taken too long.

“-not that big a deal, geez Juli, you’re acting like I joined a death cult. And look, you woke up Bruno. And…”

“Raul,” Leandra supplied.

“Right… Raul.”

“You agreed to ‘fake’ court the king, who you happen to have a crush on, knowing damn well becoming queen would be your worst nightmare,” Julieta said, crossing her arms, “it might not be joining a death cult, but it’s certainly a brain dead decision.”

“It’s to help draw out whoever’s trying to kill Bruno!”

“How does uh how does you making yourself the protagonist of a cheesy romance novel draw out the person trying to kill me?”

“Maybe the killer likes romance novels,” Leandra said before she could think better of it, “have we tried leaving a few under a box propped up by a stick?”

Both Julieta and Pepa sent them “shut up” looks, so Leandra raised her hands in surrender and backed into her borrowed room. She left the door cracked open while she tied her sash and buckled her belt, so she could continue eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I am actually confused,” Bruno said, “h-how does this draw out the person trying to kill me?”

“By putting a target on your sister’s back,” Minister Alma’s voice joined the conversation, dripping with disapproval, “if the purpose of these assassination attempts is to weaken this kingdom, our killer will go after anyone the king shows signs of potentially marrying.”

“Which is exactly why it needs to be me. Because I can protect myself.”

Leandra nodded along with Pepa a little. She had heard tales of how powerful Pepa was, only an idiot would attack her. She frowned and popped her head back out.

“Everybody knows you can shoot lightning, the fact that it’s you might actually dissuade any attempts,” she pointed out, accidentally cutting off whatever Minister Alma was about to say.

The minister did not seem put out by the interruption however, instead she gestured at Leandra and said, “That’s an excellent point. You doing this might not even work. It’s entirely likely that the only thing that will come out of this is a broken heart.”

Pepa scowled at Leandra, “Oh, who asked you?”

“Um, kind of sort of the king,” Leandra said, shrugging her good shoulder, “he wants me to help catch the guy so…”

“I thought he wanted you to guard me?” Bruno said, then sputtered, cheeks bright red, “n-not that-! I-I mean, that’s j-just what he told me, you don’t have to-.”

“Both, technically,” Leandra said, trying to spare the poor man the embarrassment of further rambling, “he wants me to do both.”

“Ah,” Bruno said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Ah-ha!” Pepa suddenly shouted, pointing a finger at Julieta.

Julieta scowled at her, “No! No 'ah-ha', I didn’t say anything!”

“But I saw it, I saw that look on your face, you just had a thought you don’t want me to know about. Probably because it’d prove that I should totally do this!”

“You don’t know that, maybe I was just thinking that your hair is stupid,” Julieta sniffed, pointing her nose in the air.

“Your hair is stupid,” Pepa retorted.

“Girls,” Alma said, sighing deeply, “you’re adults.”

“Exactly, I’m an adult, which means I get to make my own decisions and I’ve decided to try and trap the asshole trying to kill my brother.”

“Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you’re a smart adult, apparently,” Julieta said.

“Except I am a smart adult, and you know it, because you just had ‘Pepa has a point’ face,” Pepa accused.

Julieta didn’t say anything, she just scowled at her sister.

Leandra shuffled her feet, examining Julieta, then slowly guessed at what Julieta had been thinking, “Having Pepa on his arm will probably dissuade any attempts to attack the king directly?”

Julieta whipped her head around to scowl at Leandra again, “Oh, who asked you!”

“The king did,” Pepa said, smugly, “and it is another excellent point. Thank you…”

“Raul,” Leandra reminded her.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Thank you Raul.”

“It might be an excellent point, but it is one that contradicts your stated reason for doing this,” Alma huffed, “you can not help draw out our killer if you are also dissuading them from acting through your mere presence.”

Pepa frowned, but apparently didn’t have an argument ready for that.

“Are uh are you sure you’re not just doing this so you have an excuse to flirt with the king?” Bruno asked.

From the way Pepa grimaced, Leandra knew that was at least part of it. From the way she set her jaw, Leandra could tell it was only part of it.

“No,” Pepa said, then spent a few seconds struggling to find the words.

“You want to help and don’t know how?” Leandra asked.

“Sí,” Pepa said, at first triumphant, happy to have the words handed to her, then a little sheepishly, “sí, I… hate that somebody is trying to hurt my brother and I don’t want to just wait around for each assassin they send. I want to stop them. Don’t you guys?”

“Not if it puts you in danger,” Bruno immediately huffed, drawing Leandra’s attention. He had taken her by surprise before, so she studied him carefully while he spoke, “the last thing I want is you putting yourself in danger for my sake.”

“Well the last thing I want is for you to be in danger, so I guess you’re just going to have to deal.”

“Except you’re out voted, I would also like it if you didn’t put yourself in danger,” Julieta said.

“Sí. If I had my way, none of you would be in any danger, ever. It’s one thing that outside forces keep endangering your brother, I don’t need you endangering yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” Pepa waved their concerns off, “and even better, I will be involved in the investigation. I won’t have to wait around and hope, I’ll be doing something. That’s- you can’t stop me.”

Leandra leaned against the doorframe and watched the other occupants of the room to see who would break against Pepa’s stubborn will first. She expected Minister Alma to be the strongest hold out, but she broke second after Julieta, it was Bruno who held out the longest. But eventually he sighed and shook his head, then turned back into his room.

See what I mean? Leandra is too centered. Tried writing the same argument without her there but then I have to make the Madrigals way better at communicating with each other as a whole than they would be. That's how I arrived at doing this one on one, if their dysfunctional family is anything like mine then they are way better at talking to each other in pairs than they are all together. It's going fine but I'll have to see if it's still fine when I've finished writing this scene again, I'll have to see if the mood flows from the chapter before this one, into this, into the chapter after this well. Then I'll go from there.

Ugh! Whatever. I refuse to give up on this AU but part two is definitely kicking my ass! Might continue ranting about this one to help myself stay motivated, because I will finish this one. I will.

[beanghostprincess]

The way my heart literally stopped for a moment when I saw jjba content from your blog . This is the day I was waiting for so long. Thank you.

(Btw I HAVE to ask your opinion on Rohan, because judging from I’ve seen on your blog I can’t tell if you would love this fucking freak or explode him with mind as a morning routine.)

!!!! I have been wanting to start watching this anime for a long time too, and I'm getting kind of sort of a bit obsessed with it 😭 I don't post that much about it because most of my content here is One Piece and I don't know if people would be interested in my jjba opinions-- But overall the whole anime is kind of taking over my life and if I don't start watching pt5 soon I think I'll die (I start watching it tonight yay). It really is a whole masterpiece and not at all what I was expecting to see (in the best way 💖).

AND!!! ROHAN!!!! MY GORGEOUS ANDROGYNOUS HATER ARTIST!!!! I love this freak but I also explode him as a morning routine (I don't know if I wanna explode him tho I am a bit traumatized now with that). I can do both.

He's one of my favorite characters of pt4 (Yukako and Reimi are up there too. But tbh pt4 has so many good characters--)!! In fact, I already knew about him because a year ago or so my brother and our friend were watching the first episodes about him and I watched them with them. I didn't understand anything but imagine Rohan being the first thing you watch of jjba. I literally had no fucking idea of what was going on 😭😭

Now I can certainly say he's one of my favorites. He's every artist/writer in the world. He hates everyone (except Koichi) (he has one friend). He hates everything. He's intense as fuck. He doesn't care if his house is on fire as long as he's proven right about something stupid. His life is basically "hating on Josuke o'clock and then write and draw like a fucking maniac and then traumatize Koichi". He's exhausted. He needs a hug. He needs to rest. He needs a good slap in the face. He's my Barbie doll because I wanna put him in situations and see him with silly cute outfits (his outfits are definitely the best ones I've seen in pt4 I wanna dress like that). I wanna look like him so bad. The gender he has....

He's just one of the funniest characters I've seen and I've grown so fond of him that I ended up genuinely scared in case he died (he gave me so many heart attacks). Like, he's a hater but he cares about people too and he is extremely fucking perceptive and smart but he's just so proud and stubborn??? Also his stand might be one of my favorites and I kinda sort of relate to the way he creates art because it's not really about stealing people's info in the end, it's more about studying the world around him and wanting to be accurate to an excessive point and getting frustrated if it doesn't turn out right and wow he's just like me fr. Like he's the blueprint for artists. Artists didn't exist before him. He created the term. I adore him. He makes me ill.

I mostly love his character development throughout the anime and how Koichi helps him kind of sort of open up a bit and trust others too despite still being himself. And his whole story with Reimi breaks my heart so much. I love how every little character has so much depth even if it's not the main focus.

TL;DR: I fucking love this freak and I've heard he has an spin-off, apparently??? So I'm gonna enjoy that so damn much once I'm able to watch it.

[alyszaen]

I'm in a sappy mood so excuse me for this, but I need to get this out.

I know it hasn't been long since I've started becoming an active writer, but I just really need to tell you guys how much my moots mean to me. So I decided to tell everyone my favourite thing about you guys. Yes this will be cringy and sappy and lovey-dovey and you will enjoy every second of it.

Also no I didn't put y'all in a particular order here stfu I love all of you

@chiskz The way we vibe about our ideas is incredible. I don't think I've ever agreed with every single idea anyone has had the way I have with you. We just ping-pong our way into our scenarios and I wouldn't change a thing. Chichi is our real child which I will protect with my life. Earlier today I saw an encouraging message from you reminding me to breathe, because you knew I would have a rough day. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day, knowing there was someone there who cared enough to remind me of that.

@pettypuppy-jonghyun I have never been judged for being married to Han Jisung as I have by you. You are a menace to society. Actually evil for first spamming me with attractive pictures to make me thirsty, only to then make memes out of me being thirsty. Actually evil. The way you remember the little things, like Yoshi, makes me feel so warm inside. The voice messages you just sent to me were so perfectly cut towards me that just shows me how real you are and how much you care. Also your car rides are the most dramatic thing I ever got to experience. I know Hyunjin would be proud of you.

@longingpurity You immediately write every single little thing I request to make me feel better. The way you ask me for advice and trust me so much on it makes it feel so genuine. I love how easy it is to just write in capslock forever about the most mundane things with you. I see a message from you every single morning and it makes me smile so much to know there is someone thinking about me.

@wanna-live-yn-life I am actually offended at how funny you are. Our dms are always a pure comedy show and anyone reading them would be convinced that we are stupid and that you are obsessed with Enhypen. If there is anyone that can get me to start stanning Enhypen it is you. You're my child and I will protect you with my life. Funniest damn idiot honestly.

@minnnie-binnie Our conversations are 90% life updates because we cannot seem to be awake at the same time ever. You are actually such a chill person? Like, I just know whenever I see a message from you I will get the most calm and relaxed conversation about mundane things. It's worth a lot to be able to talk about small and basic things without it being awkward. Also if I ever need a boquet I'll remember to ask you for help.

@minvho Bro you sat through me singing half of Skz songs - and badly. I do not speak korean and I did my best to prove that to you. You are my biggest delulu supporter. You genuinely convinced me that I could pull Han Jisung and made me at least 40% more annoying about it. I shall wait for your karaoke. I know you will slay and I will laugh at you the entire time.

@sensitiveandhungry You are my No#1 source of fic recommendations. If I need anything new I just check what you reblogged today. Actual Queen of reblogging. With you I can fangirl about fangirling. Like? I know this sounds weird? But just being happy about being happy, you know?

@skz-jisoo My fellow german stay. You have no idea how many german skz tiktok links are coming your way. I still do not know how we share every single childhood experience, down to the danger noodles? I am almost convinced that we were in the same kindergarten at this point. There is no way it can be this similar fr. We are bonded by sneks.

Again you idiots there is no order to this, I know at least one of y'all fuckers thought so for a second. I will actually call pre-debut han on you if you doubt my love for you again.

[twinhood-2dot0]

April Fool’s

Good morning Alex, and it is April the 1st, 2023. Wish you got this day, you definitely would have had a better idea. Being the dummy that I am, the only thing I can provide today is… a compilation of big franchises pulling pranks. Sorry.

Minecraft

Minecraft is an ever expanding game, unlike most games, which release, get a few DLC, maybe a few patches if the game is too buggy. So what do they do with this power? That’s right, release a joke update every April Fool’s. There have been some truly hilarious updates that came out of this. My favourite is the 2020 one, where they made an infinity update, where you could explore an infinite number of procedurally generated dimensions. There’s also the 2015 Love and Hugs update, where, there’s a love meter, you can spread love to other mobs, a minesweeper retexture, and much more. You can check out videos or read the changelogs here https://minecraft.fandom.com/wiki/Java_Edition_15w14a, or play it yourself from https://minecraft.net/download. I don’t think you need to own it to play the April Fool’s update.

This year apparently, all they did was set the launcher on fire :P. No big deal, they are probably busy with the actual update they're gonna release soon, but still, a bit of a disappointment considering what came before.

There are more awesome versions, but we have a bit of ground to cover, so let’s move on.

Unite The Trunks

DC made an announcement on 2018, that they were giving every superhero their trunks back, whether they had trunks at some point in their long existence or not.

This is just hilarious, especially on Cyborg, he’s mostly computer lmao. Sidenote here, as someone who googles literally everything that pops into their mind, I found out why superheroes wore their underwear on the outside. Superhero costumes at the very beginning were inspired by circus costumes, who also wore unitards, or whatever they’re called, I’m terrible at fashion. So. male circus performers wore two pairs of underwear, for reasons you can imagine, so comic artists also inherited that. This is why Batman and Superman wore them, but not GL and The Flash, since they were the first ever superheroes.

There’s also these

PS1 Control demake

Remedy, the creators of Control, the game I gushed about a few posts ago, (damn, when other girls are gushing about boys, I’m gushing about a game 💀. As Tim Drake once said, 

Released a trailer for a PS1 port of Control

Which just looks so goofy, and the hilarious “TODO: Building Shift Anim”.

Alright, short post today, these were the funniest I could find, and I’m too lazy to look for more. No idea if you’re gonna get the post I promised, . Also, regarding my game, I’m still juggling ideas, so there’s nothing much to report. I’m definitely gonna make a dev log, and it’ll probably have supernatural abilities, because nothing compares to the experience in Batman: Arkham and Control, although, I don’t know if that will be possible, since that would require 3D, it’s possible in 2D but nowhere near as fun. I have no art skills nor 3D modelling skills, so pixel art is probably easiest, but you know, it’s a little dated, and it’s hard to innovate in 2D, you know about my obsession with innovation (That sounds like a cool motto for a tech company), so yeah, I haven’t even decided on the genre. Company mottos are so dumb, like Nvidia’s “The Way It’s Meant To Be Played” like no Nvidia, your crappy software is not the way I’d like to play. Okay, I’ll stop, see you on Saturday >:)

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 16.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,234

warnings/includes (!) I’m sorry, but we’re back in angstville for this one, be strong, everything will be ok!!!! There’s like 10% fluff, then 90% angst, conflict, they tell Oc’s family and it couldn’t go any worse if they tried tbh, Oc’s dad is not happy to put it lightly, he goes OFF, mentions of parent death, prepare to feel really sorry for Seokjin lmao, but he also gives the dad what for, our man needs a hug, but also Oc deserves one too! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Yesterday had been a busy day altogether, because after your appointment with Dr. Choi, you’d visited Yuna and Jimin to share the news, then three (unplanned) hours later, you had to whisk off to meet up with Hoseok, Kang and Jungkook, the latter making reservations for dinner. You’d thought about gathering all your friends together to tell them, but you’d both decided quite resolutely, that you weren’t ready for Yuna and Jungkook to meet just yet. You would save that for the baby shower Yuna kept going on (and on) about. 

You’d texted Namjoon to tell him he’d lost the betting pool, and also Yoongi to let him know he was on the winner’s team, who floated the idea of Globbina for a name – which had made Seokjin laugh a lot when you’d told him, followed by a ‘please, God no.’ You’d also let Yuna’s parents know the news, feeling guilty you’d managed to forget about them when Boyoung’s text had come through politely asking if she could find out. In the general scheme of things, you probably didn’t have that many people to tell, but to you it seemed like hundreds. 

The day after, you both made the drive down to visit Seokjin’s parents again, his brother and Seohyun already there with Taeoh and Jiu, all of them excitedly waiting to find out whether Glob was a girl or boy – well, maybe minus Jiu, who didn’t understand what was going on (but, was successfully warming to you more!) Mikyung teared up as soon as you told her the news and showed her the sonograms. She couldn’t wait to meet her second baby granddaughter. Sangwoo smiled and clasped Seokjin’s shoulder proudly, Seokwon brought him into a hug, just as Seohyun did the same to you, which should have felt awkward, but you were just so happy to share the news, so happy everyone was happy too, you didn’t bat an eyelid. Taeoh squealed and wrapped his arms around the tops of your thighs, happily yelling HI GIRL GLOB COUSIN to your bump, while Jiu looked at him oddly. 

(Deciding to tell him that nickname was the best thing you’d ever done. You were pretty sure it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.)

“Is your brother silly?” you’d asked her, crouching down as much as you could in an attempt to be eye level. You’d been rewarded with your first smile and a shy chuckle. You’d have this whole mother thing down in no time! 

Then on Monday, it was the office’s turn! Two days later they surprised you with a little party and a cake that said: ‘It’s a girl!’ in stereotypical pink icing, not that you didn’t love and appreciate it – cake was cake, and it was a very delicious cake at that! You were further surprised when you saw Seokjin walking through the door, Namjoon having secretly invited him, and your jaw practically dropped when later you saw him having a friendly conversation with Yoongi by the water cooler. 

The only ones you hadn’t told yet, was your family. The guilt had started to creep in when you’d told Seokjin’s, and had gradually, but surely grown worse as the week went by. They didn’t even know you were pregnant! The cruise had been out of your control, however you couldn’t help but wish you’d told them earlier. It had been a mistake to keep it from them this long. 

Thankfully though, your dad and Yeonja were now home, and you were almost certain that as soon as Yeonja had gotten through the front door – no, maybe sooner than that – she had lunged for the phone, calling you to organise lunch for Saturday. Every time you thought about it you felt a little sick. Of course, as it usually seemed to be, Saturday rolled around way too fast, and you had no other option but to put on your big girl pants (which were actually really stretchy ‘granny pants’ as Yuna called them.) You left to make the hour’s drive at half 11, your stomach twisting in anticipation. It was finally happening. 

Seokjin seemed nervous too, which wasn’t a surprise. He’d been quiet ever since he’d gotten a phone call from Hoseok as you were finishing off your makeup. You hadn’t heard the entire conversation because he’d slipped out of your bedroom to continue it, and when you’d asked him if everything was all right, he’d nodded and smiled. Maybe he’d been confiding in his best friend how anxious he was, not wanting to burden you. To show him you were in this together, you reached over to squeeze his thigh every once in a while, earning you a smile each time. 

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The car journey too, seemed to go too fast. In no time at all Seokjin was pulling into the familiar driveway. 

“This is a really nice house,” Seokjin awed, as you rounded the car to meet him, a bottle of champagne in one of his hands. 

“My dad built it,” you explained, smiling as he continued to gaze up at it, an almost silent woah, slipping past his throat. 

It wasn’t anything elaborate, your father didn’t like anything over the top, but it was a great looking house. You’d been so jealous of it when you were a kid, although you could never work out why. As you got older it all made sense. You wanted to live in a house your father had built. 

Casting his gaze over to you, Seokjin smiled warmly. “Do you think he can build us a home one day?” 

He was joking, you thought, or maybe not, the glint in his eyes almost hopeful, earnest? It made your insides feel all funny, hard to describe the feeling, but you were grinning, your hand finding his free one, laughing quietly. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

The sound of the door knocker hitting the wood matched the banging of your heart, and you took a slow, deep breath, psyching yourself up. These past few months had been a series of new and nerve-wracking situations, what was one more to add to the pile? 

Yeonja was on the door like a flash, yanking it open, smile wide. “____, honey.” Her eyes were on your face for a second tops, before they flew to your right, taking in the man wrought with discomfort beside you. “This must be Seokjin. Oh my,” — back at you again, a raised eyebrow of approval. You’d told her his name on the phone and she said it now with a practised ease. 

And then, the moment you’d been waiting for. Her gaze dropped, briefly, to your stomach, barely taking it in before she was directing that smile back to Seokjin, and then…then she had to do a double take. “Oh—” she exclaimed, the sound sharp and cutting off abruptly. 

“Surprise,” you sang, internally cringing at yourself. You might as well have added jazz hands. 

“You’re—You’re—” 

You nodded, pretty sure she had guessed you were pregnant by now. The hug she threw your way confirmed it, but it was over surprisingly quick, and she just stared at you in wild disbelief, her hands gripping your shoulders. You offered her a feeble smile, unsure what else to do, or to actually say. 

Yeonja turned her head, looking behind her, then snapped her neck back to you. She repeated. Then hugged you again. When she pulled back you were afraid she might be malfunctioning. “Minsoo!” she suddenly cried in hysteric excitement. “Look!”  

Your stomach twisted. Yeonja was one person, you still had three more to go, your father being one of them. Your stepmom ushered you both inside just as you heard your dad’s footsteps coming into the hallway. You smiled at him sheepishly when he came into view and stopped by the staircase. Instantly, his eyes found your bump. “What’s this?” 

He said it so quietly, so calmly, you needed a moment to collect yourself and remember how to speak. “Surprise,” you sang once again (WHY), weaker this time. You’d expected him not to have much of a reaction, but the instant disappointment you felt made your heart feel as though it weighed a ton.  

“Minsoo,” Yeonja gushed, “isn’t this amazing news?” 

Before he had a chance to respond, or to grunt his response, your brother appeared from the living room, a baseball cap on his head back to front. “What’s going on?” he asked, brows furrowed, and you noticed the game controller in his hand.

“Your sister is expecting,” Yeonja beamed, the back of her fingers pressed to her mouth in a bid to control her excitement. 

Jihoon’s brow only seemed to crinkle more, obviously confused by the word ‘expecting.’ Expecting what? A delivery? Then, he looked at you, really looked at you, his mouth dropping open. “Holy fuck.” He said each syllable emphatically. He tilted his chin, ignoring his mom’s whispered scolding, and shouted up the stairs. “Joo, get the hell down here now!” There was a pause. “JUEUN!” 

Then just as loud: “I’m still getting ready, asshole!” 

Beside you, Seokjin shifted, but you felt strangely stiff, unable to turn to acknowledge him. Yeonja tutted, no doubt embarrassed. You knew Seokjin wouldn’t bat an eyelid at this kind of behaviour, he and Jungkook often acted in the same way and they were in their thirties, not in their late teens. He was probably just feeling uncomfortable because you father hadn’t taken his eyes off you both since he’d appeared. You chose to pretend you hadn’t noticed. 

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” Jihoon shouted back. 

“See what? Is ____ here?” Ten seconds later you heard a door open and just as quickly, your sister was running down the stairs to greet you, smiling as she did so. She noticed almost immediately, stopping on the second to last step. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “You’re pregnant?!” With a squeal, she was launching herself into your arms. 

“Jueun, not too hard. You might hurt her,” Yeonja warned, but it didn’t stop her from joining in. A laugh bubbled from your throat as you wrapped your arms around each of their waists, making the three-way hug work. “Jihoon,” Yeonja beckoned, pulling away. “Congratulate your sister.” 

He reluctantly made his way over, obviously embarrassed, because you guessed showing a little sibling affection was mortifying for an 18-year-old. Still, he gave you a short hug, mumbling, “Congrats, ____.” 

As he stepped back, you realised Jueun had belatedly taken note of Seokjin’s presence, her face a little flushed as she pushed some hair behind her ear and smiled up at him shyly. “Joo, Ji, this is Seokjin,” you introduced, trying to control your amused smile. 

Seokjin raised a hand adorably. “Nice to meet you guys.” He seemed a little overwhelmed, but kept a smile on his face, glancing at your father. “You too, sir.” 

Yikes, probably a little too formal for your father’s liking. Not that he said. Well, not that he responded at all, actually.

Yeonja cleared her throat before it could get anymore awkward, probably picking up on the atmosphere. “Let’s all sit down. Lunch is almost ready and you need to be off your feet as much as possible, ____, standing in the doorway like this.” She shook her head, as if chiding herself. “Jihoon, set the table.” 

“Why me?” he whined. “I was in the middle of a game.” 

“Just do it,” she said forcibly, no room for argument, before beaming over at Seokjin. “Let me take this off you, Seokjin.” She reached for the champagne, pausing to read the label. “Oh, how lovely. Thank you. Very fancy,” she giggled. Giggled. 

Of course. You should have known Seokjin could win her over with only his face. 

“Jueun, go help your brother,” she directed at your sister, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you inside the front room – the room that was reserved for guests. “I have so many questions.” 

“I want to hear the answers as well,” Jueun grumbled, looking put out. 

“Well, make it snappy then,” Yeonja suggested primly, before laughing so loudly it pierced your ears. 

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Yeonja kept you talking well into lunch, it was a wonder you managed to eat at all. You filled her and Jueun in on all the little details of your pregnancy so far. How many months you were, that you were having a girl, what symptoms you had been, and were, suffering with. Even Jihoon listened with interest (until the symptoms part, that was.) Your father on the other hand stayed practically silent, sitting to your left at the top of the table. Any words he did say were few and far between, and always (reluctantly) prompted by Yeonja. A little voice in your head told you this was more than just being uninterested. He hadn’t cracked a smile once, his jaw set firmly. He was mad, everyone at the table knew that, but you couldn’t for the life of you understand why. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” you were telling Yeonja now, who was sat the opposite end of your dad. “But then I found out you and dad were going on that cruise and telling you on the phone seemed…” You trailed off guiltily, offering an apologetic smile. 

“That’s no problem, darling” Yeonja said with a smile. “How long have you known? Not long?” 

“Um. Actually, we’ve known quite early on,” you said awkwardly, now feeling even guiltier. “We didn’t want to say anything until it was safe, I guess. I didn’t want to jinx anything.” 

“Oh, ____, of course. We understand,” Yeonja replied, even if she did look a little shocked by your revelation. She turned her attention to Seokjin who was beside you. “And your parents, Seokjin, do they know yet?” 

“We told them around a month ago.” 

Yeonja shook her head. “That stupid cruise. I mean, it was a great cruise – We had a great time, didn’t we, honey?” Your dad grunted in response. “But I could have found out the news sooner!” 

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt!” Jueun exploded, seated in front of you, making everyone laugh – sans one person. 

“What is it your parents do?” Yeonja asked Seokjin. 

“They’re retired actually,” he replied, wiping his mouth with his napkin. (A napkin?? Yeonja had really pulled out all the stops.) “Um. I own my own company, so I’m able to help out and provide for them. When they need it, of course,” he added awkwardly. He rarely liked talking about himself or his accomplishments, you’d long realised. 

“Oh. So filial,” Yeonja beamed, looking impressed. “Jihoon, are you taking note?” Jueun snicked beside him. “Are you going to own a company in the future and look after us?” 

Ignoring her, Jihoon asked Seokjin: “What’s the company?” 

“It’s a gaming company. You may have heard of it…Alpaca Gaming Studios?” 

Jihoon’s jaw dropped. “No fucking way!” 

“Language!” Yeonja clipped. 

“Mom, he owns one of the best gaming companies in the world,” Jihoon cried. Swearing was justified. 

“That might be a bit of an over exaggeration,” Seokjin chuckled. 

“This is fu—I mean, this is freaking crazy!” 

“So you’re famous?” Jueun asked, eyes wide. 

Seokjin full on laughed now. “Not quite. The games I helped create, maybe.” 

“They’re next level, dude,” Jihoon gushed. “I’ve been playing your games for years. Ever since I was a kid!” 

“They’re not just my games,” Seokjin stated modestly, but your brother was too far gone in his excitement to hear. 

“I’m googling you right now!”

“Let me seeeee,” Jueun whined, trying to look over his shoulder. 

“Get lost.” Jihoon nudged her away. “Woah. It really is you!” Holding up his phone, Seokjin’s face filled the screen. The same image you’d been met with when you too had googled his name all those months ago. 

“Oh, I should have my glasses…” Yeonja muttered. “Hold it closer, darling.” Yeonja practically leaned over the table. “A headshot! How handsome!” She glanced over at your dad. “Minsoo, are you seeing this? Your daughter’s boyfriend is a CEO.” 

“I see it.” 

Your stomach dropped at your dad’s tone, and you shared a surreptitious look with Jueun, who looked as unsure as you felt. Your dad seemed to have a problem with Seokjin? How and why? Seokjin shifted uncomfortably beside you, picking up on the vibe too, and you felt a twinge of embarrassment. How could your dad act this rude? 

“Jihoon, if you want, I can show you around the AGS building some time?” Seokjin suggested, trying his best to carry on as normal. 

“Foreal, dude?” Jihoon’s eyes were wide. 

Seokjin grinned. “Foreal.” 

“Can I come too?” Jeuen asked. 

“Sure.” 

“You don’t even play video games,” Jihoon shot, pulling a face. 

“I do!” 

“The Sims doesn’t count.” 

“Oh, come on,” Seokjin laughed. “It does. It’s a simulation game, just like BT21.” 

Despite the animosity radiating off your father in waves, it was nice to see Seokjin getting along with your siblings. You caught Yeonja’s eye and smiled. 

“BT21? That’s one of your games?” Jeuen asked. “Maybe I’ll buy it.” 

Seokjin shook his head. “No need to spend your money.” 

“She doesn’t have any money,” Jihoon scoffed. 

Seokjin chuckled. “I mean, I’ll get you a copy.” 

Jeuen beamed over at him. “Thank you, Seokjin.” 

You all managed to finish your meal, but conversation animatedly started back again halfway through dessert. This time however, it seemed your father wanted to join in… 

“Tell me more about your relationship,” Yeonja urged Seokjin. “How did you guys meet? When was it?” 

Jihoon groaned; the topic not nearly as interesting as AGS. 

“Oh,” Seokjin guffawed, put on the spot. He wasn’t the best at this, as you’d already established. Ten seconds of questions from Yeonja and he’d end up spilling all the sordid details. “We met at a bar.” 

“____ is always so secretive,” Yeonja joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been hiding you away for years.”

“Hah, not quite.” 

“How long?” 

You were so surprised to finally hear your dad’s voice unprompted, it didn’t register at first. Seokjin’s eyes were slightly rounded when he met his gaze, swallowing before he replied. “Well…” 

“How long have you been together?” your dad repeated flatly. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja said, the smile on her face painful looking. 

“I just want to know how long he’s been dating my daughter.” 

Jihoon fidgeted in his seat, sensing the atmosphere immediately. Jueun looked at you, wincing. 

“It’s more than dating, dad,” you said as casually as you could manage. Practically the first words you’d uttered to him all afternoon.  

When his palm hit the table, you jumped. It hadn’t been loud, but it took you by surprise anyway. “Will someone just answer my question, please. How long has it been?” 

Frustrated and growing angry, you knew you needed to at least leak some of the truth. Your father wasn’t like Yeonja, happily blinded by the news of your relationship. He’d already guessed the answer. “A couple of months. Okay?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were suddenly feeling defensive. “I got pregnant when we weren’t together. Not that it matters, because now we are and are very happy.” It felt as though you had to justify yourself, and you hated it. It felt forced. 

“Oh, well,” Yeonja started, trying for damage control. “That doesn’t matter at all—”

“I can’t believe this has happened. How could you let this happen, ____?” 

Your father’s words burned shame across your face, your skin prickling. Or maybe it was anger. Red hot anger. He sounded so disappointed in you. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja warned lowly, no longer smiling. Beside you, Seokjin was stiff. 

“No, Yeonja. I’m sorry for doing this, but do you really expect me to just sit here and listen to all this nonsense?” 

Seokjin cleared his throat, speaking respectfully. “I know it’s a shock but—” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what’s a shock.” 

“Dad!” you cried, incredulous. How dare he speak to Seokjin like that. 

“How, ____?” he demanded again. “How could you have a baby with a stranger?” 

“Seokjin is not a stranger!” you shouted. You looked around the table, your siblings silent and nervous. Yeonja was glowering at your father. “This is ridiculous. I’m nearly thirty years old!” 

“You are still my daughter!” 

“Minsoo, please. This is not the time and place,” Yeonja hissed. 

“Then what is? After she’s had the baby?!” your dad yelled. “After this man has grown bored of her, moved onto the next woman who catches his eye, gets them pregnant too, maybe?!”

Too stunned, too hurt, you didn’t know what to say to that, you could only stare at him open mouthed.

“Minsoo!” 

“That is never going to happen,” Seokjin said beside you, addressing your father’s ridiculous claims. Despite everything, he still spoke diplomatically. “I understand I’m a stranger to you right now, but you have this situation all wrong. I care about ____ and our baby very much.” 

“I have nothing wrong, believe you me. I know your type. You think you can come inside my home and charm my entire family right in front of me? All while I’ve been oblivious to the charming you’ve been doing to my pregnant daughter this whole time. Do you think I’m a joke?” 

You realised then that your eyes were stinging with tears, but you held them back with all your might. 

“That’s enough!” Yeonja yelled, standing up. “Jihoon, Jueun, get upstairs. I need to talk to your father.”

For once, neither put up a fight, standing quickly and leaving the dining room in silence. As you heard them walk upstairs, Yeonja came over to you and put her arm around your shoulders. One hot tear slid down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly. “Look what you’ve done. This is so embarrassing, Minsoo!” Yeonja cried. “Would it kill you to be happy for her? For them?!” 

“Happy?” he roared. “Happy for what? That some rich, pompous ‘CEO’ has impregnated my daughter?! Oh yeah, I’m over the fucking moon, Yeonja.”

When you sniffed, Seokjin turned to look at your face, realising that you were crying. “Maybe we should talk alone?” he suggested to your father calmly. “You’re upsetting your daughter.” 

Your father’s eyes flashed with anger, before softening briefly when they found yours. He looked down at the table and snarled. “Fine.” 

Before Yeonja could help you up, Seokjin reached over and rubbed your back. “You’re okay.” You tried to let his soothing voice reassure you. “It’s all right, I promise.”  

A few moments later you were sat on the couch with Yeonja, a protective arm still around you as your tears fell silently. “Oh, ____, honey. Don’t cry. It’s all okay.” 

“How is it okay?” Your voice broke at the end of your question. “Dad is so angry.” ‘

She squeezed your shoulder. “Not at you.”

“Being angry at Seokjin doesn’t make it any better,” you sniffed, and just thinking of him made your heart clenched. This was so unfair to him. You wiped your eyes defiantly. “I need to go back in there.” 

“Just leave them for a moment. It’ll be fine.” 

The sick feeling in your gut didn’t tell you the same, but you knew that your father wasn’t an aggressive man. Then again, you’d never seen him this angry before. His reaction was still shocking, you hadn’t processed it. He was usually quiet, even when furious. When you were a child, one stern look from him had you instantly behaving. He had never even raised his voice at you, and even when arguing with your mom, he chose to leave and cool off instead of continuing the verbal confrontation. 

Yeonja brought you into a hug, and you let yourself close your eyes. You could smell her familiar powdery perfume. Ever since you’d known her, twenty-two years, it had always been the same one. It made you feel comforted, even if just for a moment. 

“Your emotions must be all over the place with all the pregnancy hormones,” she murmured. “Mine went haywire with Jihoon and Jueun, your dad didn’t know what to do.” 

It’s not really the same though, you wanted to reply, but stopped yourself. Your emotions had been perfectly fine until you’d shown up here today, but you knew that wasn’t Yeonja’s fault. Right now, she was only trying to make you feel better. To distract you, even. So you just let her. 

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Seokjin took a deep breath, trying to be as discreet as possible. He wasn’t afraid, but he still needed to steel himself. If he was being honest, he’d expected a not so warm welcome from your father, call it intuition, despite how much you’d believed he would be indifferent. Still, he hadn’t imagined such anger. Seokjin couldn’t recall a time he’d been so unfairly judged, couldn’t recall someone being this incensed with him. He had never been in a physical altercation in his life, and while he didn’t actually believe your father would hit him, this day had been full of surprises. So, his default was to diffuse the situation. 

“I understand why you’re so angry, I would be too if I was in your shoes.” 

It wasn’t exactly the news every dad wanted to hear, was it? Their daughter pregnant by a man they hardly knew at the time. By a stranger. He’d said so himself. How could you have a baby with a stranger? You’d long stopped feeling like strangers, but at the time, it was the truth. Seokjin tried to envision the same thing happening to him in the future. His daughter, all grown up, telling him an identical story. Minsoo’s reaction wasn’t unjustified. He too, would be furious. 

Minsoo stayed silent, regarding him stonily from the other side of the table, so Seokjin continued uneasily. It was up to him to sort this out, to make your father see he had nothing to worry about. “I get it, I really do, but… What can I do to make you see it’s not like that at all?” 

In all honesty, he wasn’t so confident this approach would work, according to Minsoo, he was a master manipulator… 

“Nothing,” he replied gruffly, and Seokjin let out a frustrated breath. That was it? This man wasn’t going to give him a single chance to change his mind? 

“Then that’s a shame, because I plan on being in your daughter’s life for a very long time,” Seokjin said as effortlessly as he could manage. It didn’t matter if Minsoo didn’t like him, didn’t want to accept him. Yet even as Seokjin thought that, he felt uncomfortable. Seokjin liked being liked. Many a therapy session had made that clear. 

More silence followed, and while Seokjin was sure it wasn’t a good silence, at least your father didn’t seem as heated anymore. Seokjin followed him with his eyes when Minsoo suddenly stood up, making his way over to a wooden mini bar. He reached out for a bottle of whisky, but didn’t open it, only stared down at it. 

“How well do you know ____?” 

Seokjin swallowed, unable to tell if that was a dig at him because he hadn’t known you very long, or if it was a genuine question. Before he could reply, your father continued. 

“When she was six, me and her mother got divorced.” Seokjin nodded, showing he knew this already. Not that Minsoo could see him, his back still turned. “We weren’t together very long before we found out Hyesoo was pregnant, we rushed things, thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows pinched together in realisation. Minsoo was telling him the same would happen to you and him. 

“____ didn’t take it very well. She didn’t take my second marriage very well either,” Minsoo continued. “She never said anything, that’s not her style. But I knew… She wanted to be there for her mom, be on her side. I understood that. I still do.” 

“Her and her mom seemed very close,” Seokjin offered, trying to show how engaged he was in this conversation. 

“They were,” Minsoo nodded, finally turning around. “Like two peas in a pod. ____ even stayed at home for university, just so she didn’t have to leave her. They had a close relationship, but it was also very…dependant.” Minsoo paused, thinking how to continue. 

“I don’t know if ____ sees it like that.” 

“No, she doesn’t,” Minsoo agreed. “____ was all Hyesoo had, and I think that made ____ feel as if Hyesoo had to be all she had too. Or maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Maybe my own daughter just really can’t stand to be near me too long.” 

Seokjin frowned, he didn’t think that was the case, remembering back to the semi-fond way you’d spoken about your father the morning after you’d finally slept together again. But was it his place to say? Your relationship seemed complicated, both you and your father under false presumptions. 

“My daughter is admirably independent and so emotionally strong. Just like…” Minsoo trailed off, starting again. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not sensitive, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t hurt. After Hyesoo’s death, she wasn’t right for a long time, had to get counselling.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows lifted in surprise; he hadn’t known that. Although, what happened after your mother’s passing didn’t exactly come up in conversation very much. 

“Even then, she withdrew from me even more. I let it slide because I knew she had her friends, Yuna mostly and her family. She was doing well again, but…” Minsoo stared at him, warning written all over his face. “She doesn’t deserve anymore heartbreak. She’s already had enough of it to last a lifetime. No child should lose a parent that young, but she came out the other side. Always does, because she’s incredible like that.” 

The corner of Seokjin’s mouth lifted, a sad smile. “Have you ever told ____ all those things? I think she would like to hear them.” Everybody craved and enjoyed being praised by a parent, no matter how old they were. 

Minsoo shook his head and turned towards the mini bar again. 

Seokjin opened his mouth hesitantly. He didn’t want to speak for you, but some things needed to be said. “She wasn’t expecting your reaction today.” 

He could tell it had taken you by surprise and upset you greatly. Just seeing you cry had physically hurt him, as it always did, and he knew it had hurt your father too. Your family dynamic wasn’t at all what he’d imagined. It was normal, and loud, and…fun. (Minus the angry father part, but Seokjin knew that was all because of himself.) It was obvious Yeonja adored you and you seemed to have a good relationship with your siblings. Maybe you weren’t so close with Jihoon, but with Jueun, he’d felt that sisterly bond, noticed your shared glances, doing that telepathy thing you and Yuna did, the kind he wanted with you. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see them all that often, they loved you all the same, and you loved them too, and it was so glaringly obvious now, that Minsoo loved and cared about you deeply. He showed it in the wrong way, anger never got a person anywhere, but Seokjin could see it. He wanted you to see it too… 

When Minsoo didn’t reply, Seokjin tried again. “She was so certain you’d be unbothered by the news.” Seokjin didn’t want to overstep, but he thought you were under that impression because your father showed no active interest in your life. 

Minsoo whirled around incredulously. “Unbothered?!” He was angry again. “Why would I ever accept this? I’m not my wife who romanticises everything! This wasn’t how I wanted things for her.” 

Seokjin looked down at the table, the sight of dessert making him feel sick. He’d been doing so well, getting somewhere possibly, and now he was back at square one. 

“I don’t want to watch a repeat of everything that went wrong with me and her mother.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flew up, just like the anger that suddenly collected in his chest. “I’m not going to hurt her.” 

“How do I know that?” 

‘She knows that.” That was all that mattered. He had to keep reminding himself. 

“Why does she think she knows that?” Minsoo countered. “What did you promise her? All that money… You think you can just buy her affections? Fuck, I thought she was smarter than that.” 

Seokjin tried to get a hold of himself. It would do him no favours if he started raising his voice too, but he hated hearing what your dad was saying. You were smart. Getting pregnant didn’t erase that. He took a deep breath. 

“I don’t think that at all. I don’t need to buy anything, and ____ would never let me.” He chuckled humourlessly. “How well do you think you know your daughter?” The question rushed from his mouth before he could stop it, but he didn’t feel regret. Instead, anger spurred him on. “Five months. That’s how long I’ve known her, and in that time, I’ve never once seen you call her, text her, anything.” 

All the fight seemed to zap right out of Minsoo, shoulders hunching. When he spoke, he sounded embarrassed. “We don’t have that kind of relationship. We don’t do talking on the phone, messaging… I can just about use a phone.” 

His excuses made Seokjin’s nostrils flare. “All ____ wants is a family. Me, her and our daughter. I want that just as much.” If not more, at one point, Seokjin thought privately. He had hoped for this, wished, for this outcome. How dare this man assume otherwise. “Maybe if you had done more, you’d know that all already.” 

Seokjin was playing with fire, he knew that, but he was glad he’d said it. It was how he felt, how he’d silently perceived the situation for weeks now. How were you supposed to know how your father really felt when he never told you a thing? Yes, maybe you had always been distant, taking your mother’s side, but you had been a child. You were his child. He was the adult. He should have made more of an effort, instead of letting his daughter think he didn’t care about her life all that much. He would say this too, if he had bigger balls. 

Big balls have nothing to do with it, he heard Jungkook’s voice say, but it did little to lighten the mood. 

Minsoo narrowed his eyes accusingly. “Who are you to tell me what I should have done? Are you an expert on our life? You’ve known her five minutes, not thirty years.” 

“I may have only known her for a short amount of time, but it doesn’t feel like that. We, she—we talk to each other a lot. I know things. We’ve really gotten to know one another.” You opened up to him. It had taken a while, but you trusted him now. “It’s been intense,” Seokjin continued, less defensive now, “with the pregnancy, but it’s made it better, it’s worked out. It’s continuing to work out.” He held Minsoo’s gaze, expression severe. “I care about your daughter a lot—more than a lot. She’s strong, so clever, admirable. I don’t…maybe I don’t deserve her, she’s amazing, but I want to try, I want this. So maybe it doesn’t matter if you don’t accept us.” 

If you don’t accept me, he thought. 

He didn’t need it, he tried to remind himself. He was thirty-four years old, and he didn’t need everyone to like him. He didn’t need to be accepted by everyone. Other people’s acknowledgement wasn’t everything. But it was hard to believe when the one person he needed that approval from was unwilling to give it. This was your father. However, because of that fact, he wasn’t going to let Minsoo see how much being liked by him mattered. It would do him no good to come across as desperate. He’d said his piece, and he’d lick his wounds when he was alone. 

He'd have plenty of time to be alone next week, he remembered glumly, his phone call with Hoseok this morning yet another issue in now a sea of many… 

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The car ride home was made in silence. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes almost immediately, but you weren’t really asleep, just mentally exhausted. Seokjin only concentrated on the road, his jaw set tight and visibly tense. 

After Seokjin reappeared, Yeonja had apologised profusely. He’d assured her it was fine and wasn’t her fault, but he seemed subdued, and wouldn’t look you in the eyes properly when you told him you wanted to leave. He was upset, and that just made this entire situation worse and hurt you even more. Yeonja tried to persuade you to stay and talk to your dad, but you refused. He hadn’t even left the dining room, which told you all you needed to know. Telling Yeonja there was no need for her to call you tonight because you didn’t feel like talking, you asked her to say goodbye to Jueun and Jihoon for you. You couldn’t face doing it in person right now. 

When you finally arrived outside your house, you tugged the door handle, unsure what you would do when you got inside, but needing it all the same. You needed the comfort of your own home, the familiar smell, the furniture that had always been there. You realised then that Seokjin hadn’t moved at all, even though he’d switched the engine off. You turned to look at him quizzically. 

“Hey, I think I might head back to my apartment.” His voice was hoarse, not having spoken for over an hour. 

“Oh,” you managed. Rejection hit you, but you tried really hard to ignore it. You forced yourself to smile reassuringly. “That’s okay.” Seokjin didn’t respond. “Listen Seokjin, I am so sorry about what happened.” 

He finally looked over at you, disbelief on his face. “It’s not your fault.” 

It felt like it was. “I was the one who told you he wouldn’t care. I thought it would be fine.” 

“Why did you think that, ____?” he asked softly. “Because you don’t realise how much your father loves you?” 

Frowning, you didn’t understand what he was getting at. “What?” For some incomprehensible reason, your first instinct was anger. “I know my dad loves me, Seokjin. He’s just—I thought he’d be okay with it.” 

You thought he’d be happy with the news, in his own roundabout way. How wrong you were… That’s why you were so upset. His reaction had been the complete opposite of what you’d imagined. Indifference was so much better than rage. 

Seokjin said nothing, so you asked: “What did he say? When you were alone?” 

Seokjin bowed his head and shook it slowly, both hands gripping the wheel. He was reluctant to tell you, and all you could do was worry about all the things that had been said. 

“I think maybe he should be the one to tell you,” Seokjin said finally, glancing at you. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You didn’t want to take your frustration out on Seokjin, but he was the one you trusted, the one you felt comfortable with, like you could share anything with him. So why couldn’t he tell you what had happened when he and your father were alone? Unless… 

Maybe Seokjin was too hurt and embarrassed to repeat their conversation. You reached over, a reassuring hand on his knee. “I don’t care what my dad thinks. You understand that, right?” you told him gently. 

Seokjin stared down at your hand, looking visibly exhausted. “I’m just feeling very overwhelmed right now. I need to be alone, to sort through everything.” 

You tried not to feel hurt by what he was telling you, you tried to understand, but right now he wanted to be on his own, and you didn’t. You had become used to being your own support over the years, but Seokjin by your side had helped reinforce you. You wanted to be with him, so it was painful to know he didn’t want your support right now. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” you asked. 

You watched him shake his head, your mouth parting in shock, and you removed your hand from his knee. “I mean,” he rushed, noticing and sounding remorseful. “I mean, shit, that phone call I had with Hoseok this morning? I need to leave for Japan tomorrow afternoon.” 

“What?” Surely he was playing a joke on you. 

He closed his eyes. “There’s a gaming convention next week. I was due to appear by video, but there was a change of plan this morning. They need me there.” 

“You’re leaving for an entire week?” you asked in disbelief. 

“I was going to tell you as soon as we got back. I didn’t want to ruin today…” 

You both lapsed into silence hearing the irony of that now. 

“So you’re just going to leave,” you whispered after a few moments. “Without talking about this? Jump on a plane tomorrow, and then what?” 

You’d act as if nothing had happened when he got back? Or worse, what if your father’s behaviour scared him off? As soon as you thought that, you shook it away. You were being ridiculous. That would never happen. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I’ll message you every day, check in. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to phone, but I’ll try to—,” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to be understanding. “Messaging is enough if you’re very busy—Well, of course you’ll be very busy.” 

He nodded, not meeting your eyes, and you were suddenly overcome with a feeling of hopelessness. You were usually the closed off one, not Seokjin. Seeing him like this was disconcerting. You felt sick with unease. How had this day turned out so terrible? Yeonja had been happy for you, your brother and sister had been happy for you. Everyone you knew was happy for you. So why couldn’t your own father be? 

“Seokjin, talk to me,” you pleaded, trying once again and taking one of his hands. “I don’t care what my dad thinks,” you repeated slowly. 

“But I do,” he said with a resigned sigh. 

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to. You wanted to feel frustrated, but you couldn’t, because if things had been the opposite way around, his family not accepting you, you would have felt the same way too. Those few scary moments when his mom had found out, they were nothing compared to your dad’s reaction today. 

“I’ll see you in a week then?” You wanted it to be an assertion, but it came out more like a question. Seokjin nodded. “Message me before your flight takes off?” 

“I will,” he replied, managing a small smile. 

You hesitated, wanting to reach over and hug him more than anything, but you settled on a quick kiss to his cheek and slowly got out of the car. You hadn’t missed the way he’d sadly closed his eyes as he felt your lips on his skin, as though attempting to savour the feeling. 

Your legs felt wobbly as you walked to your door. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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hello, can I request an au where the team teases the reader because she likes Gibbs a lot and Gibbs do flirt with her... like pure teasing in the au... just the team teasing them both MANY TIMES, ALL THE TIME and reader getting all shy and blushing every time ... and Gibbs just smirking...

Blushing

gif by lucifersagents

Paring: Gibbs x Reader

Warnings!: flirting, a curse word or two, kissing, literally a bunch of fluff tho, and Gibbs being cocky ofc

Description: Gibbs decides to flirt a little, how were you supposed to know he was being serious?

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You had a problem.

Not really a problem, more like an inconvenience.

But it caused problems. You tended to blush, a lot. And when people discovered this, they would try and make you blush, a lot.

One of these people happened to be Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and he, being the cocky man he is, began flirting with you just to see that blush.

This was an even bigger problem because you liked Gibbs. Like a lot. You were probably in love with him at this point. He was just so ... so Gibbs. There weren't really words to describe the man. But he was driving you crazy with the flirting.

And boy did it happen a lot. On cases, in the office, in his basment, just about eveywhere.

Dinozzo and Ziva thought it was the funniest thing. Probably because the comments were so out of character for Gibbs, and because they definitely knew that you liked him.

But when he made one of those stupid comments your face would turn bright red, and Gibbs would get this stupid smirk like he had accomplished something. Which of course led the team to believe he liked you back and you would get the brute end of all the teasing.

Of course, you never thought anything of his flirting. You simply thought it was to mess with you, to find some amusement during the long days you all spent hunting serial killers.

What you didn't know was that he meant every word he said. Every innocent little flirt that would bring out the pink dust that appeared across your cheeks.

* * *

One day in particular he was very persistent.

"Mornin gorgeous." He spoke as he walked through the bullpen. Of course, you knew he was talking to you, so you glanced up rolling your eyes, blushing hard. He looked so good today, although he looked good just about every day.

"Morning Gibbs." You muttered. Barely even 9 am and he's already starting.

"I dunno how ya always looks so pretty Y/n." You looked at him, bewildered, because this was by far the most confident he had been. Usually it was a subtle little comment. Every now and then. You continued to stare at the man bewildered.

But when he caught your eye, he winked at you. The man FUCKING WINKED at you. You were sure your face was beat red at this point.

He turned around like he hadn't said a word, leaving you to calm yourself and try and get your face to look somewhat normal before everyone filed in the room. Of course there was no getting rid of that stupid red blush. Especially since the man you were practically in love with, just said those, those things to you.

"Already started Gibbs? And I missed it!?" Dinozzo says as he walks past your desk. You simply rolled your eyes again. Usually you would let the comment go, but you decided to say something back.

"Oh shut up Dinozzo. You're just jealous he isn't flirting with you." You aren't sure where this new found confidence came from, but you definitely appreciated it. Not only does it get a laugh from Gibbs, but also McGee and Ziva who had just entered the room.

Ziva sent you a look, shooting a glance at Gibbs as her own smirk adorned her face. She raised her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner, causing your blush to deepen. But you had just shut up Dinozzo, and that is no small feat.

Feeling very proud of yourself, you glance at Gibbs, only to duck your head again when you saw that stupid smirk. You knew what was coming.

"Well Y/l/n, quite confident are we?" He paused, probably to prepare you for his next words. "It's hot." Aaaand here comes the blush. Shyly, you ducked your head for the millionth time that day, and avoided all eyes. Snickering was heard across the room and you are 100 percent sure if you glanced up there would be...

That.

Stupid.

Smirk.

God that smirk was starting to do things to you. If Gibbs kept going like he was for the rest of the day, you might just have to die from embarrassment or waltz over and kiss the man.

The latter was looking more appealing at the moment. And as soon as Gibbs left the room, the teasing began. The constant teasing from Dinozzo about how you should make a move already.

You again told them he didn't feel the same as he gave you a disbelieving look.

"Sure Y/l/n, if you say so." And the conversation moved on.

* * *

A week or two passed and the comments were getting scarce, one or two a day. He hadn't ambushed you like he had that morning in a while.

And you hated the disappointed feeling you got.

You didn't really appreciate the flirting in front of other people, and the constant blushing was annoying yeah, plus the teasin from the team got on your nerves, but you liked the idea of Gibbs flirting with you. And you liked Gibbs.

Maybe he liked you too?

No, that's stupid.

It was just innocent flirting. He didn't mean anything, right?

You decided that you desperately needed to know. You decided to find out right then. You got in your car at 10 pm and drove to his house, finding him in his basement.

He heard you come down, and as soon as you stepped off the last step, his eyes dragged up and down your body, making you feel hot all over.

He was checking you out. And he wasn't very subtle about it.

"What can I do for ya ... bueatiful." Here we go.

"I wanted to talk to you." You spoke out meekly. Your voice quiet.

"Oh? Just talk?" He asked slyly, his eyes telling you a whole story.

"Y-yes." He noticed your nervousness and a look of concern flashed across his face. He knew you would get shy when he flirted, never nervous. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Your next words took him a bit by surprise. "Why do you flirt with me?"

He looked rather shocked for a moment before recovering.

"Why?" Was his only response.

"I just wanna know. Does it mean anything?" He wanted to say no. That it didn't mean anything. Just to see you blush. That was why he did it. Thats how it started anyways. But then he got addicted to that blush. He fell in love with your adorable blush.

"Yes." Your cheeks tinted and you smiled.

"Well then. Are you going to just talk?"you asked, referencing to his earlier words. And there was the smirk. That handsome smirk you had no doubt fallen for.

One moment he was standing next to his boat and the next he was kissing you fiercer than you though possible. Brushing strands of hair from your face, he deepened the kiss, his tounge fighting against yours. You whined into his mouth, causing him to smile against your lips. He broke away only when the need for air became too strong.

"I love ya." He pecked your lips. "Georgous." You giggled shaking your head.

"I love you too. But you know what I love even more." This was gonna be a long shot. But you had to see if it would work. He looked at you confused, tilting his head adorably. You paused for only a second longer. "Your ass."

And his cheeks tinted bright red, as you smirked.

Now you knew exactly why he had done it so damn much.

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𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ eddie brock x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ what it's like to have children with eddie brock

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cursing, sexual things (obviously not towards the children), and lots of fluff.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i loved writing this so much it made my heart happy

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Eddie Brock's Children:

Vickie May Brock (4 years old)

Jamie Allison Brock (2 years old)

Vickie is Eddie Brock’s girl. She will not sleep, will not stop acting up, and be all over her dad constantly. But Jamie is the exact opposite, she cries when it’s just the two of them, will not eat for him, and most definitely will not go to sleep for him. Obviously the four of you can exist together and be happy. It's more of a “that parent better be here.”

Just imagine Vickie having a little dance recital, like it’s her first one and Eddie is like so hyper. Checks her hair and makes sure her little ballerina outfit is absolutely perfect. Is super fucking excited and so is Venom. They’re both just super hyped and ready to see it. Getting there like an hour early and getting the best seats as if this was the same as getting on an airplane. Eddie makes you hold Jamie so that nothing goes wrong, loves both his daughters but does not want anything to be messed up. Eddie is filming the entire thing whilst also looking up watching so Venom has to like help him film and watch. Then once it's over he stands up hooting and hollering like the superbowl just happened and since he is so happy he is not paying attention when Venom comes out to clap for the little girl. Everyone else starts freaking the fuck out but there’s Vickie smiling, giggling, and waving at the giant monster in the crowd.

No one on the damn planet better tell him that his little girl’s are going to be hot when they’re older or a catch because he will not hesitate to lose his shit. The idea of them getting older is scary enough but the idea of boys is even worse.

By the way the children love Venom, and absolutely adore him. Vickie pretends to play dead just so he will pick on her. She also finds most of the things he says hilarious even when she has no idea what he is talking about.

Jamie on the other hand has a problem recognizing that the white parts of his face are his eyes and pokes him in the eyes a lot and she also likes to pull on his tendrils whenever he is doing anything for Eddie.

Eddie is wrapped around both of his little girls fingers though, if Jamie so much as coughs, she is seeing a doctor as soon as possible. When she does choose to sleep through the night he will constantly be up and down anyway making sure that she’s alive even though she is healthy.

Eddie is the hardest person to wake up once he is asleep though so most of the time you just make the kids do it. Which would include pillow fights, cups of water everywhere, pinching his nose, or sometimes if they’re also tired they’ll just curl up and hide with him asleep even though there are things to do.

For some reason I imagine another carnage situation breaking out and he has to decipher clues and his four year old figures out stuff before he does when she’s supposed to be asleep. Just like standing behind him and scaring him half to death when she speaks. Then he puts her on his lap to try and aid him further whilst also having Venom trying to help him as well. You come out in the morning to see them both asleep in the desk chair.

Eddie trying to fix hair is the funniest thing because it’s both Venom and Eddie trying to figure out how to work a single hair tie. Like nothing else, just the arguing “No you’re gonna get it stuck if you do that,” “WELL THE WAY I SEE IT YOURS IS JUST GOING TO FALL OUT.” Then eventually the focus moves from that to name calling and Vickie just walks out the door with her hair done by herself.

So at one point you had a problem with your kids drawing on the walls because well they’re like Eddie. To remedy this without having to get after them he put up a chalk wall for them to draw on. So, the four of you will just sit in the hallway sometimes and draw pictures or yknow some really pretty scribbles.

TEA PARTIES. You have a work emergency and obviously you trust him with the kids so you leave. Only for them to get their dad who doesn’t say no to have a tea party with them on the floor using the coffee table. But it’s such chaos like trying to make real tea not realizing that's not the point as in almost burning the house down. Then once that is settled there are stuffed animals there as well. So they’re all talking around the table when Venom pops up and is like “I DO NOT LIKE THE WAY THAT BEAR IS LOOKING AT JAMIE.” Eddie is just confused about what he’s talking about, “It’s just a stuffed bear, it's not alive.” But then he starts looking at the bear and just silently agrees with what Venom is saying. So Eddie kicks the chair slightly to get the bear to stop being faced towards Jamie but then Venom starts screaming again “NO! NOW IT’S FACING US.” Vickie is just kind’ve watching them and sticks her leg over to the chair and kicks the bear over but neither of them see it and Eddie jumps out of the chair. So when you return hom you get told “daddy is scared of stuffed animals.”

Playing destroys the city, as in all of your building soft block towers and letting Jamie kick or maul them over. But then she helps build them back up, well kind of helps. Before running them down again laughing and screaming.

Eddie puts Jamie on his shoulders all the time in public to walk around and when you or Vickie are talking to him and he doesn’t hear you she bops him on the head. She also likes to wrap her arms around his neck, lay her head on his head, and take little naps because she knows he won’t let her fall.

Family Halloween costumes per Eddies request. Let his daughters pick the theme and then make all of you dress up together and walk around. After getting home he makes sure that the candy is actually completely safe for them. “Eddie, how are they going to get a razor blade in skittles?” Just looking at you like you’re crazy, “Psychopaths are more creative than you think.”

The girls shared their chocolate with Venom because he didn’t get to go trick or treating technically speaking. Also not knowing that to get him to shut up Eddie had already given him some whilst he was checking it.

Venom got angry when people gave the girls apples or pretzels for trick or treat “THEY DID NOT WALK AROUND THE CITY FOR FRUIT GROSS PRETZELS! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.”

If it’s under 60 degrees Eddie has those kids looking this Eskimos, speaking of Eddie dressing the girls he cannot match them at all. He dresses them like little versions of him on important occasions because he knows trying to match their little skirts and tops is not his strong suit at all.

Reading books as a family every night, like there are two totes in each girls room of their favorites and each night they pick two a piece and you all sit in your and Eddie’s shared bed to read them bedtime stories before putting them in bed.

Friday night pizza or takeout movie nights. You would think like Disney movies, but those are always Eddie’s pick. The two children always pick scary movies that make Eddie feel sick. Giggling like crazy at his reactions to the grossness.

He loves taking them out on motorcycle rides, just to sit one of them in front of him and run them around town. When Vickie was the only child you would sit her in between the two of you leaving a space between the two of them so that she could hold onto her father and not be crushed.

But most of all you love when neither of them will sleep or stay in bed (meaning you cannot have sex because your children keep needing things) so you all end up having a group sleepover in your guys’s bed.

[zodiacrant]

🍓My Experience With Each Venus🍓

(Cause even after all those months I posted about Moon sings, some of you are still waiting for the dirt on Venus)

This is based on my own experience with these placements. I am not demonizing any sign nor am I attacking anyone (but the people in the post 😂). So take it as a friendly banter and nothing more.

🍓Cancer Venus🍓

First on the docket, we have Cancer Venus. I personally have never got to know one beyond pleasantries but from stories I have heard and witnessed, they do have a tendency to lach on their friends and commit to shaky situations. One of my friend’s sisters is a Cancer Venus and damn! She takes relationships waaayyyy to seriously and allow people to do her so wrong in the name of love. Bless! Overall very beautiful people, never met a bad looking one so I’ll give them a 5/10

🍓Leo Venus🍓

Oh lord Jesus! Now I am not religious but you know shit is about to hit when I fire placement comes up. Right off the bat, they’re funny, charming and very entertaining. They, however, have this tick, this one tick in the back of their head that gets switched when they sense competition. They have this need to be #1, the best, the funniest, the show, the main event and if you threaten that then you’ll se the fangs of the lion. Now I have a friend that is a Leo Venus and I love her dearly, she is seriously an exception to the rest that I have met because they could never! I never understood why they had that need to stand out, because they do so naturally but they keep forcing it the more people can “top” them or relate to them. I’ll give them a 6/10 because my friend and the good times I spent with other Leo Venuses saved the score big time.

🍓Virgo Venus🍓

As a Gemini Venus they strike a nuke to my heart. I find them very attractive and fun to be around, they always got something intelligent to say, they are interested in many topics and have diverse hobbies, which just works for my Gemini Venus. If I would pick on something it’s that they can’t talk unless they’re the center speaker of a conversation, other than that I like them. I’ll give them an 8/10

🍓Libra Venus🍓

I never met one to be honest so it wouldn’t be fair to score them below 5 😅. But because Kristen Wig and Hillary Duff are Libra Venus they get a 7/10. Maybe in the future as I meet more people it’ll change, hopefully 👀.

🍓Scorpio Venus🍓

Okay, well…….here we’re 😂. I love Scorpio Venus and as much as I love them I can’t stand them. I don’t know if it’s because of my Taurus Sun or Scorpio Mars. I don’t know many but those that I know, I know very well to say the least. They have so much intelligence but it’s all books, math, and language, things that are super basic and conventional. They’re obsessed with the realism and realistic things, they love crime shows, gangs, real story based movies, and everything rustic. As a very colorful person, a style composed of black, brown, white and sometimes a splash of navy blue or green is just lacking babes. Then we have their idea of fun, now I can fuck with a puzzle but I will not learn how to finish a rubrics cube or make lists of nothing for fun. I get that to each their own but damn it is very sad in here. On the positive side I admire that they’re real, and present themselves as who they’re, no matter how shitty it is ☺️. Overall I’ll give them a 5/10, cause the good is good but the bas is a strong yikes

🍓Sagittarius Venus🍓

If you’re looking for someone that is willing to lick whip cream off of your toes then you find them. They’re truly a down ass bitch to a fault. I have one friend in mind that done the craziest shit just because it is what it is. She strapped on the hood of the car and then her boyfriend went on the highway early in the morning. She jumped off the window and into the parking lot, AT UNI, and broke both legs, just to mention a few. So in total I’ll give them a 4/10, cause I can’t, I mean I love to have fun but my experience with people with this Venus. I would rather not.

🍓Capricorn Venus🍓

Such strong and confident people. If they put their mind into it they would be able to have it all, but as smart as they’re, they know nothing about love. They turn completely different when it comes to relationships. They’re assertive and powerful in their everyday life but the moment their partner is with them, they turn into a baby. I noticed that they stick to bad relationships and pass a lot of bad behavior from others. Other than that, they’re great at giving advice, especially when it comes to money and ironically, about relationships. I’ll give them a 7/10

🍓Aquarius Venus🍓

( ) Sorry had to leave a blank space for the ghost of the Venus signs. As an Air Venus, I love them, I love talking with them, I love how cast their mind is but the lack of energy is just not cute. It’s the only thing they lack. They can’t seem to give to more than one person at a time, and when they give to you then they’re so obsessed and I mean OBSESSED about you. Always calling, going out, having fun, sharing secrets and then they’re gone for weeks. The thing is, they seem to be aware of this and feel bad about it but still keep doing it. Other than that they love cats, that they do. I’ll give them a 5/10

🍓Pisces Venus🍓

Pisces Venus is like Aquarius Venus but with no serotonin. Dear lord Jesus (who is also a Pisces Venus btw), they have this amazing power of being a vacuum. They suck the energy out of the room. This isn’t always bad, as they can come back with a dry comeback, which I live for. They’re fun to see once in a while but bot everyday. Not that they would go out everyday. Oh and they love food and drinking. I’ll give them a 4/10

🍓Aries Venus🍓

Venus on fire, call the firefighters! First, they’re very hot and my Aries Mercury just loves their existence, they’re like my muse. However, it is very hard to get close to them. They’re very sensitive, more than they would admit to but they truly care a lot, like ALOT. They always put themselves in horrible situations and relationships, say it’s going to go bad, it goes bad and then they’re like “I said so”. They subconsciously ruin everything just to be right. Even good relationships. They have the confidence like no other and have a lot of admirers but at the end of the day no one is there for them, truly no one knows them. I’ll give them 3/10. One for Albert, one for Rihanna and one for Aries.

🍓Taurus Venus🍓

The true effortless Taurus beauties, cause as a Taurus Sun it takes a lot of effort over here, believe that! I just love them. They’re sweet, nice, loving and selfless. Their issue is how easily they trust others. They get taken advantage of and their love is always wasted. I admire how they grow stronger with every bad relationship rather than break down and wallow. Well they do wallow but they do keep going and move on, eventually. For that I give them a 9/10.

🍓Gemini Venus🍓

10/10. I love my people. They’re amazing, they’re funny, they’re smart and successful. Now I may be lacking in all of these but I admire their versatility, cunning wit and ability to love (and hate) something about everything.

[mcyt-imagines]

OH HI!💜 I have so many different ideas, but could you do getting married to Wilbur or Schlatt headcannons, please? I love your writing btw

Thank you so much for the request, I ended up writing for both of them so I hope you enjoy! <3

- Wilbur - 

The night before the wedding he would be having an incredibly chill hangout with his friends if he isn’t allowed to see you. But if he is, you guys would definitely be having a wine, cheese and crackers kind of night. A nice movie, a classic. Probably some dumb romcom. However, at some point earlier in the week he definitely went out to the pub with his mates for his stag night. Phil was obviously there.

Wilbur 100% accidently walks into the wrong room on your wedding day and almost knocks himself out trying to close the door quick enough, “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING SO NO BAD LUCK!” Turns out he almost broke his nose but got blood on his suit jacket so he has to switch with one of the groomsmen. The unlucky guy had to come up with a lie for the obvious blood stains on his suit. No one bought it.

Wilbur barely holds in tears when he first sees you walk down the aisle towards him. He would spend the rest of the ceremony trying to compose himself until you both share your vows. Phil sobs when Wilbur and yourself exchange vows. (Phil is crying for a lot of the wedding, he gets crunk at the reception tho)

Wilbur’s suit would perfectly match your suit/dress, this man knows his fashion and makes sure you will both look absolutely stunning.

There would for sure be a WHOLE aesthetic. It would look like one of those weddings you see in the magazines in every dentists/doctors waiting room. (and on pinterest)

The venue for the wedding could be anything, however I cannot picture Wilbur having a beach wedding. I feel like he may just be too mesmerised by the sand, wishing he were eating it. (get it?) However, his preferences would be for perhaps a large greenhouse or even an old church with large stained-glass windows and a high ceiling. But I think he’d prefer an outdoor wedding.

Tommy as the ring bearer??????? It’s unrealistic. BUT IF HE WAS! He definitely pretends to trip and lose the rings. Wilbur is two thirds of a second away from absolutely murdering tommy in the middle of the wedding, when he bursts out laughing and opens his palm to reveal the rings safe and sound. Wilbur walks back to the front of the aisle giving Tommy a soft thwack to the head and the quiet threat of “We’ll be talking at the reception.”

- At The Reception - 

Wilbur plays for you at your reception. He plays an original love song that he wrote for you which he doesn’t plan to release because he claims its ‘for your ears only’. In return you sing one of his earliest songs that you know he cares deeply about and reminds him of you OR you sing one of his favourite songs with him, duet style.

Your first dance together is mostly traditional, yourself and him had dancing lessons the last few weeks to make sure you didn’t end up stepping on each other’s toes.

Wilbur makes sure to not get too drunk, he drinks just enough to stay happily buzzed throughout the whole night. He doesn’t need to embarrass himself at his own wedding. He takes a lot of joy in watching his friends get drunk off their asses though.

The two of you would be very relieved to finally get some privacy after the insanity that today was. However instead of running home to ‘cultivate the marriage’ Wilbur invites you to dance your first dance with him again. Now dressed in your pajamas the two of you spin and waltz around the dining table in a moment tailor made for the two of you.

- Schlatt - 

Schlatt is absolutely partying the night before. A definite rager for his stag night. However, his friends are responsible enough to start drinking early so they can get Schlatt and themselves to bed early enough. To ensure that they all won’t be trashed for the wedding because they know Schlatt’s fiancé would beat their asses along with Schlatt’s, if Schlatt turned up to the wedding drunk.

Schlatt doesn’t give a sHIT about the tradition of not seeing your betrothed on your wedding morning. There’s no way he isn’t seeing you before you guys meet at the end of the aisle. You speak before you get formally dressed of course. You still want that to be a surprise. You both sit and drink an early morning pot of coffee together, cherishing a lazy and relaxed morning before throwing yourselves into the insane hustle and bustle you both know the next few hours are going to be.

Let’s be honest Schlatt doesn’t care a lot for aesthetics and would leave a lot of those choices up to you. He trusts you to make good decisions but if you truly want his input, he won’t hesitate to share any preferences he has.

However, he would definitely be picky about the food and the drinks. He would definitely push for an open bar, that man plans to get absolutely and respectfully plastered with you and all your friends.

Schlatt’s suit and your suit/dress might match, but it would be out of coincidence. He wants you to be happy wearing what you want most, and you feel the same way about his outfit. You can always pull the outfits together with a matching corsage or bouquet.

The venue for Schlatt’s wedding could also really be anything. I don’t think he’d like a beach wedding either though, he’d just bitch and complain about the sand the whole time. I think he’d prefer a nice old building or a vineyard.

Schlatt simply beams when he sees you walking down the aisle. Once you reach him he would cast a wink your way and a “Come here often?” Or something of that nature just to make you laugh and try to dissipate the air of nervousness.

Schlatt would try to appear incredibly casual but internally he would be super nervous, probably sweating buckets.

This means that you don’t realise how nervous he is until you finally take his hands in yours and feel how clammy they are. He’d know you noticed and simply offer you a sheepish smile with a soft shrug. You squeeze his hands in a comforting manner offering him a reassuring smile.

- At The Reception - 

You will not be able to get this man off of you after your reception, whether he’s got an arm around your waist or holding one your hands. He won’t be leaving your side for long, perhaps to refill your glasses but not much else.

Your first dance together is loose and unpractised but fun. The music upbeat and quick as he laughs along with you, spinning you out and pulling you back into him with a familiar clumsiness you adore.  

When the two of you finally get some privacy away from prying eyes you both begin to think about the tradition of having sex on your wedding night but find yourselves honestly god damn exhausted so you both make the compromise to spend all of tomorrow making up for it.

Lying in bed as the two of you fall asleep Schlatt murmurs to you the funniest events of the day that you were likely too busy or engrossed in keeping things running smoothly to notice. Things for sure went wrong that you didn’t notice so he makes sure to keep them out of his summary, he doesn’t want anything to sour your personal memory of the day.

[afeb]

Fred Weasley - Lover

“Why do I have to go this?” I asked again, wincing down at the small bottle of pink liquid in front of me.

“Because you owe us a favour for not ratting you out to Snape for cheating on your test last week.” George said. “And we need someone to test our Love Potion.”

“Now remember you’ll be obsessed with the next person you look at for twenty-four hours, so look at me.” Fred said.

I rolled my eyes. “It won’t kill me, will it?” I warily asked, bringing it to my nose and sniffing.

“Don’t worry, I was very careful.” George said. “Now bottoms up.”

I groaned and pinched my eyes closed, bringing to the rim of the bottle to my lips and quickly gulping the liquid. It tasted incredibly sweet, so much so it made my jaw twinge in pain. I pulled back and groaned, rubbing my jaw.

“You okay?” I heard Fred ask.

“Yeah I’m...” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Fine.”

“Has it worked?” He asked.

“Yeah...” I whispered.

I’d never noticed how utterly handsome he was. His cheekbones were sculpted into his face, his nose strong, his jawline so sharp it could cut. His eyes were a deep blue, long hair sweeping in the most beautiful shade of red. He was tall, and built, presumably from all the Quidditch he played. Not only that but he was smart, and funny. Why hadn’t I noticed him before?

“Looks like you’ve got an admirer there.” George joked, pushing his brother lightly.

“You’re so good-looking.” I gasped, falling into Fred chest as I peered up at him. “And so funny and smart and kind.”

“Woah there.” Fred caught me, smiling down at me. “Easy Tiger.”

I giggled. “I never noticed you before, why?” I wondered aloud.

“No clue.” Fred replied.

“Come on, let’s get her to bed.” George said, gathering up my school books.

I practically hung off Fred’s arm on the way to the dormitory. “You smell so good.” I sighed, pressing my cheek against his shoulder.

“Jesus Georgie, how strong did you make this thing?” Fred asked.

George stifled a laugh. “I’ll dampen it a bit.”

I dreamily gazed up at Fred as he muttered the password to the Common Room, leading me inside. Everyone turned to look at us with an odd expression as Fred led me through the busy room. George broke off to go talk to some friends, whilst Fred took care of me.

Once inside my dorm, he sat me on the bed and stood before me. “I didn’t think it would work this well.”

I grabbed his hand. “Your hands are so big! God, you look so strong.” I complimented.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hermione asked, sitting up from her slouched position.

“Love Potion, George and I were testing it.” Fred chuckled down at me. “Tomorrow you won’t feel the same way.”

“But I love you!” I screeched, standing up and immediately wrapping my arms around him. “I could never fall out of love with you, Freddie!”

He laughed loudly and placed me back on the bed. “Keep an eye on her would you?” He said to Hermione who nodded along. “Night Y/N.”

“Night Freddie.” I sighed, smiling up at him brightly. I watched him leave before I collapsed onto the bed. “Hermione, I’m in love!”

She giggled a little. “It’s a Love Potion.”

I sat up quickly. “Is not! You know I had a huge crush on him before this.” I sighed.

I got ready for bed, babbling on about Fred and how wonderful he was. It was nearing midnight and all the girls were tucked away in bed, while my mind was still racing.

“Do you think he loves me back?” I asked out loud.

A chorus of groans filled the room. “Would you be quiet! You’ve been talking about him for hours.” Lavender said.

I sat up. “He’s so amazing though! Him and George have this great idea to open up a jokes shop and I really believe that he can make it and-“

“That’s it!” Hermione jumped out of bed, pulling the covers off my body. “We’re going to see Fred.”

I immediately jumped out. “You’re such a good friend, taking me to see the man I’m in love with!”

I wrapped my arm around my shoulder as Hermione quickly walked to the boys dorm. She banged loudly, for a long time.

“Fred Weasley, you get out here this instant!” She yelled.

Fred swung open the door with just pyjama bottoms on, rubbing his eyes and looking down at us. “It’s midnight, what the hell are you doing?”

Hermione stepped aside and Fred and I looked at one another. “Hi Freddie.” I dreamily sighed.

“She won’t shut up about you, so you’re going to deal with her for the night.” Hermione crossed her arms.

“She can’t sleep in here!” He defended.

“Not my problem.” Hermione grabbed my arm and pushed me into Fred’s chest, storming away.

“I guess we’re roomies for the night.” I winked.

“Oh god...” Fred sighed. “Stay here.”

I did as I was told and waited patiently for him to come back. He soon did, with a thick jumper and white trainers on, grabbing my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I was tugged through the Common Room.

“The library,” he said. “There’s got to be something in there about breaking this damn spell.”

I followed after him, hand still clutched in mine. “I love you Fred, have I told you that? You’re just the best guy I’ve ever met and-“

Suddenly a hand came over my mouth and I was pushed against the wall, Fred craning his neck to peer behind the corner. Seconds later Feltch passed us, frowning before shrugging and going back in the direction he came.

Fred looked down at me. “Promise you’ll be quiet.” He whispered.

I nodded and Fred removed his hand. “I’d do anything for you, Fred.”

He rolled his eyes and tugged me behind him again. Once we successfully snuck into the library, Fred led us through the winding bookcases, picking up various books as we walked.

“Can I talk now?” I whispered.

“Quietly.” He whispered back, skimming over the pages.

“Do you love me back?” I asked, propping myself up on the side table next to Fred.

“Of course I do.” He mumbled, flicking to the next page.

“No, like are you in love with me.” I giggled.

He looked at me. “Y/N, you aren’t in love with me.” He said.

I frowned and pouted my lips. “Yes I am!” I squeaked.

“Shh!” He hissed.

I blushed. “I am in love with you, I was before this stupid potion.”

He stopped reading and snapped his eyes to me. “What?”

I snorted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, I have a huge crush on you!”

“You do?” I nodded. “Why?”

“Because you’re smart and funny, and handsome, and you smell amazing and you’re so strong and-“

“Forget I asked.” He said, turning back to the book.

I looked down at my hands. “You’d never go for a girl like me.” I muttered.

“Why would you say that?” He asked, grabbing another book and quickly reading.

I sighed heavily. “Because I’m awkward and you’re so cool. I’m not nearly as smart as you, I feel like you get bored when I speak to you. I’m not very pretty, not compared to some of the girls in your year.”

Fred had stopped reading by now and was intently watching me as I made my points. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He murmured.

I shrugged. “It’s true though. I’m frumpy and my hair is always a mess, I try and do make up but somehow makes me look worse. I’m not terribly skinny and god I eat my feelings.”

“Hey,” he moved to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks. “You’re the funniest, smartest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I beamed up at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiled. “How an earth could you think I’d never date you?”

“I never thought you saw me in that way.” I confessed.

“I never saw you in any other way, I thought it was you who wouldn’t be interested in me.” He chuckled lowly.

I sighed. “Oh Freddie...”

His eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hands still cupping my cheeks, he slowly moved forward. He pressed a kiss delicately against mine, pressing a little harder as a small whimper escaped my lips.

He pulled back. “Better?”

“Marry me.”

He laughed loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth once he realised we were meant to be hidden. “One day.” He winked. “I can’t find anything to break this spell...”

“I don’t want it broken.” I said.

He rolled his eyes and helped me off the desk. “Come on, Lover.”

Fred and I spent most of the night talking in the Common Room, learning new and wonderful things about each other that only made me fall harder for him. I spent the rest of the morning gushing to the girls about my night with Fred, all of them rolling their eyes and trying to get on with school work.

I sat next to Fred in the Great Hall, arm looped through his as I rest my head against his shoulder and listened to him talk to the other boys about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Wait...what was I doing? I slowly moved my arm from his and sat up, Fred curiously looking down at me.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Uh oh, I think it’s wearing off.” George said from across the table.

I looked at Fred. “Oh god...” I blushed as I remember everything I said last night.

“Hey there Lover.” He smirked, right eye dropping in a wink.

“Oh god!” I screeched as I scrambled off the bench and immediately started running away, ignoring the howls of laughter as I scurried off into my own personal hell.

Safe to say the Love Potion worked.

[fruitcoops]

hi! i was wondering if you could do couples play truth or drink with coops and o’knutzy? i wouldn’t mind it being spicy :))

This is VERY spicy, so please be aware of that before you go in. Coops and O’Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove!

TW for many mentions of sex and alcohol

Sirius was warm, a little tipsy, and perfectly content. The carpet was soft under his palms and Remus was cuddled happily against his side from their spot on the floor; across from him, Logan was sitting in Leo’s lap with his legs over Finn’s, whose Spotify ‘gaylist’ played from the speakers. Their cheeks were all a little pink from alcohol and Sirius was glad they were staying the night instead of driving home.

“Okay, okay, new game,” Leo laughed as they gathered the last of the Scrabble pieces. The five of them had made it through a whole fifteen minutes before Remus and Finn began arguing about symbolism in Great Expectations, while Sirius sat on the sidelines deeply regretting his choice to build ‘mansion’ for a triple-word score. Twenty points really wasn’t worth the near-fistfight.

“It’s time,” Logan singsonged as he took the truth or drink cards off the coffee table, which had been pushed aside to make room for their game board. “The rules for this are a little different. Do you have alcohol?”

Sirius scoffed. “Of course we have alcohol, we’re adults.”

“Other than wine.”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he got to his feet and walked back into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a bottle of cheap whiskey he had been given on his birthday and set it in the middle of their circle, along with five glasses. “There.”

“Before we start, let’s make an agreement that whatever we say stays in this room, alright?” Finn held his hand out, palm down, and they stacked theirs on top. “No cameras, no holding back.”

“Deal. Who goes first?”

“Alright, so with the group game, there’s one judge each round,” Logan explained as he took a few cards out and put them face down. “Every card has two questions and the judge decides who asks who. They give the card to the person with the best answer, and whoever has the most cards at the end wins. Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

Finn drew a card. “Okay, I want Remus to ask Leo the first one, and Leo asks Remus the second one.”

“Have you ever walked in on your parents?” Remus asked.

Leo groaned. “Yeah.”

“Not Eloise and Wyatt!”

“Yes, Eloise and Wyatt. Scarred me for life, that’s for sure.” Leo shuddered and took the card, immediately grinning. “This is a good one. What’s your most embarrassing sex moment?”

“I really want to drink.”

“You can’t chicken out this early!”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus ran a hand down his face, which was faintly red. “Um, it was after my first game with the Lions and I tried to ride and…” He sighed. “My legs were too tired to actually sit up.”

“No,” Finn gasped, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. “You couldn’t even get up?”

“I could get up, I just couldn’t move.” Remus tucked his knees under himself. “Like, I got to here and it was fine, but there was nothing left.”

Sirius snickered. “Almost broke my sternum trying, though.”

All three cubs burst out laughing. “This one goes to Loops,” Finn managed after a moment, wiping a tear from his eye as he handed the card over. “Oh, shit, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Leo, you’re up.”

“Okay…I want Cap to ask Logan the first one, and vice versa.”

Any higher power, give me strength. “What’s your favorite position, Tremzy?”

Logan grinned cheekily. “Middle.”

“Didn’t need to know that.”

“Too bad. When was the last time you had sex?”

“It would have been three and a half hours ago if your boyfriend didn’t insist on being early to everything.”

“I knew it!” Finn practically shouted. “I told you two they were fucking.”

“Did you bet on that?” Remus asked, incredulous. “Oh my god!”

“It was less of a bet and more of an assumption,” Leo corrected. “Cap, answer the question.”

“Last night.”

“That’s a lame-ass answer and I’m giving the card to Lo.”

“Bias,” he coughed, earning himself three different smacks to the shoulders. “Rude.”

“My turn!” Logan reached over for a new card. “Loops, ask Finn the first one, and Finn, ask Loops the second.”

Remus cleared his throat, took a second to laugh, and then read. “Name the person here you think I should hook up with.”

Finn snorted. “Aside from your actual fiancé?” They both turned to Logan, who shrugged. “Alright, which one of my boyfriends am I willing to hand over for a night? I feel like you’d object to sleeping with Lo because he’s basically Sirius’ brother. You and Leo are close already, which means it wouldn’t be all that awkward. Honestly, when it comes down it, I’d tap that.”

“Oh, you think you’re doing the tapping?” Remus raised an eyebrow and Finn glanced at Sirius, who grinned. “That’s cute. My turn, Harzy, hand it over.”

Finn obliged, shocked into silence while Leo and Logan cackled next to him. “Are you really surprised?” Sirius asked.

“I mean, a little.”

“Shush, you two. Finn, have you ever done anything sexual on camera?”

“Does Snapchat count?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes. Multiple times.”

The five of them looked to Logan, who shook his head. “I’m going to have to give it to Loops, who is apparently a top, much to everyone’s surprise. Sorry, mon rouge.”

“To clarify, I’m a switch,” Remus said as he added the card to his pile. “Let’s not get too hasty here.”

Sirius took a card off the stack and scanned the two questions. “Logan, ask Leo the first one, and vice versa.”

“Oh, this should be interesting. Knutty, who here do you most want to hook up with?”

“Just one?” Leo looked over to Sirius who nodded. “Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t choose!”

“Are you going to drink?” Sirius asked. “That means you lose the card by default.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to choose between my boyfriends.” He downed the shot and reached for the card. “Have you ever had an awkward sex dream? Was anyone here involved?”

“Fuck,” Logan muttered. “Yes, I have had so many awkward sex dreams and several of them involved people in this room.”

“Aw, Tremzy, I’m flattered,” Remus teased, taking a sip of his water as Logan stretched a leg out to kick him in the thigh. “Do I get to be the judge now, seeing as you won by default?”

“Get me some cards, Loops!” Finn said.

“Sirius, ask Finn question one and Finn, ask him question two.” Remus kissed Sirius on the cheek as he handed him the card.

“Harzy, what’s the sexy nickname they’ll give you in the old folks’ home? You have no idea how bad I want to know this.”

Finn winked. “Big Red.”

“That is the shittiest nickname ever. Do better.”

“Ugh, fine. Hmmm…” He hummed along to the playlist while he thought, and Sirius couldn’t help but bop a bit as well. Sue him, Gloria Gaynor was catchy. “My nickname in the nursing home is going to be Harzy because that’s already sexy. Hand it over, Cap. What’s a sexual thing you tried, but just couldn’t get into?”

“Having sex with women.” The entire group burst out laughing at that, and it took a solid minute for everyone to calm down enough to continue. “It’s true! They were all very nice and lovely, but it wasn’t quite right. Alright, Re, who won?”

“You did,” Remus laughed. “By a landslide, holy fuck. Batter up, Harz.”

“Ha! Everyone has to answer this one except me. What’s the sex skill you’re most proud of?”

“Do we just go around the circle?” Leo asked. Finn nodded and he tilted his head. “Hmm. I’m really flexible.”

“Damn right you are,” Logan grinned. “I’m most proud of my riding ability.”

Sirius did not miss the flush that came to both Finn and Leo’s faces at that. “Easy, boys. I think I’m a really good kisser.”

“That’s not a sex skill!” Finn protested. “Everyone can kiss.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Not like he can, trust me. Um, I give top-notch blowjobs.”

Finn looked between the four of them, deep in thought. “I hate having to choose between my boyfriends.”

“You know there are two other people here, right?” Sirius asked drily.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to go home with you tomorrow and neither of you are in direct control of whether or not I get laid. I think I have to go with Logan on this one. Peanut, I am grateful for your flexibility every single day, but it’s not a specifically sexual talent.”

“We’ll see if you get to experience it ever again,” Leo scoffed, flicking him on the ribs playfully. “My turn. Logan, ask Finn the first one.”

“Okay, baby, what did you get in major trouble for as a kid?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Finn absentmindedly ran his hand through Logan’s hair. “There was one time when I told Alex I was going for a bike ride, but he didn’t tell my parents and they thought I’d been kidnapped. Got grounded for a month after that.”

“Even though you told your brother?”

“Mhmm. Oh, I hate the way this is worded. Tell us about a time a fluid got on you during sexy times.”

Logan snorted. “Do you remember the day we found out I was allergic to dust?”

Both Leo and Finn started laughing, but Sirius shared a bewildered look with Remus, who shrugged. “Spill it, Tremz, we weren’t there.”

“D’accord, we had forgotten to clean the apartment after a roadie, so it was pretty dusty. I went down on Leo and then pulled off to sneeze right as he came, and it got in my eye.”

Sirius winced at the thought and Remus hissed in sympathy. “Yikes.”

“After we finished rinsing my eye out, we dusted the whole place and now we vacuum at least once a week.”

“Logan is the winner for this round because I still feel bad about that,” Leo said as he handed the card over. “I have never felt so guilty for coming. Lo, you’re the judge now.”

“Since the questions stayed within the triad last round, I’m going to be nice and give you two a chance to catch up,” he teased. “Cap, read Loops the first one.”

“Alright, sweetheart, what’s the strangest place you’ve had sex?”

“I don’t think a lot of people can say they’ve fucked at the rink.”

“Yeah, um, how often did that happen?” Leo interrupted, making a time out motion. “Because I thought it was maybe twice and I’m a little worried about sitting on that table now.”

Sirius winked. “Pre-game rituals, Knutty. At least once a week.”

“The Habs PT room was also interesting,” Remus mused. “They had a very heavy door, which was nice. Okay, gimme. What was your best orgasm?”

“When I wore your jersey,” Sirius answered without hesitating. “No contest. Logan, who won?”

He blinked twice before responding. “Sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that you got off in the Habs PT room. I think this one goes to Loops.”

Sirius sighed and picked a new card. “These are incredibly similar. Um, Re and Leo.”

Remus took the card and snuggled up against his side as he read. “Leo, how much money would a voyeuristic billionaire have to pay us to have sex in his velvet blimp? That is so specific, what the hell?”

“There are two parts to my answer,” Leo said. “Number one: it would take very little actual money to get me to have sex with you if I wasn’t head over heels in love and you weren’t engaged. Number two: a hundred million dollars.”

“What?”

“He’s a billionaire! That’s nothing to him! Think of another time when you’d be allowed to fuck in a velvet blimp and get paid obscene amounts of money, Loops. I’ll wait.”

“Good point.”

“My turn. What would we do on our first date?”

“Hmm. I’m getting, like, coffee shop and bookstore vibes.” Remus paused. “Wait, we literally did that last weekend.”

“By that metric, we’re basically already dating,” Leo laughed. “Cap, who won?”

“Sorry, honey, but Leo put a lot of thought into his answer.” Sirius slid the card across the floor and Leo kissed it in victory.

Remus shook his head and drew a card. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Finn, ask my traitor fiancé the first one and vice versa.”

“I’m getting punished for being fair?”

“We’re in this to win, baby.”

“Ask away, Harz.”

“How are we wrong for each other romantically? Ooo, can I answer this after you?”

“Sure. Where do I start?” Sirius laughed. “First we have the weird power imbalance if we’re still on the same team, then there’s the part where I’m super introverted and you’re painfully social, and finally you’re poly and I’m not.”

“I was going to say you’re not as kinky as me.”

Remus, who had been taking a drink of water, choked and nearly did a spit take. “Double check that before you commit,” he coughed.

Finn’s eyes widened. “Really? Again? I thought you guys were the wholesome vanilla couple!”

“Oh, honey, no,” Leo said, patting him on the arm. “Kasey made the same mistake.”

Sirius took the card from him. “This is easy. Have you ever had a threesome?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Sirius wins that one,” Remus said. At Finn’s betrayed look, he shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re literally the judge.”

“You are now, actually. The round ended.”

Finn rolled his eyes and took a card. “Loops and Logan, give it a go.”

“Loops, if we were on a desert island together, would we become lovers?” Logan batted his eyelashes and Remus laughed.

“Is anyone else there?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sure, why not. You’re cute.” He paused and made a face. “Now that I think about it, that would be a lot like fucking Regulus and I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Sirius turned to look at him. “I hope you feel oh god, please no about that.”

“It’s a desert island!”

“Maps exist! We’ll find you!”

“Hand over the card before this gets ugly, Tremz.” Remus made a low oof noise as Sirius dragged him into his lap and placed a loud kiss to the side of his neck. “Thank you, baby. Describe the first time you had sex, including every cringey detail.”

Logan put his face in his hands. “I was a junior in high school and it happened in her parents’ basement. The school gave out free condoms—”

“You had sex with a school condom?” Remus grimaced. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I had been crushing on her for a while, but she panicked as soon as her shirt came off and told me she was a lesbian, and that I looked exactly like the girl she was in love with.”

“No.”

“Yeah. It was so awkward. I gave her a hug and then we went and got ice cream.”

The room was quiet for a moment. “Damn,” Leo said with a low whistle at last as Remus passed the card to Logan. “Good for her, I guess?”

“I mean, she was dating the girl by the end of the year. Gay rights?”

“Gay rights,” the rest of them said in unison, breaking down into laughter as Leo took the last card.

“Bummer, everyone gets to answer this except me. Expose one of your kinks or take a shot, and you can’t repeat one that’s already been said. Nobody wins this card at the end of the round.”

“I am not opposed to a little bit of manhandling,” Logan said with a sly look at Leo.

Sirius eyed the shot glass in the middle of the circle, then decided against it. There was no way he would give up a chance to beat the cubs at this game. “Getting tied up.”

Remus gave him a surprised look. “I thought you’d take a shot.”

“Not this late in the game. Your turn.”

“Hmmm.” Remus bit his lip. “Praise kink.”

“Aw, man, that was mine!” Finn protested. Remus gave him a high five. “I guess I have to go with voyeurism, then. Whew, wasn’t expecting to say that out loud tonight.”

“Is that it? That was the last one?” Strangely, Sirius was a little disappointed. Despite the insanely invasive sex questions, it was fun to trade stories with the cubs.

“Yep. Count your cards, everyone.”

“I don’t have any.” Finn pouted.

Leo held up his single card. “Thank God for the velvet blimp.”

Sirius had two, and Remus shuffled his three. Across the circle, Logan was sitting pretty on five cards. “I win,” he said with a smug smile.

“Way to go, Tremzy.” Sirius reached over for a fist bump, doing his best not to jostle Remus. “I mean, it must have been nice having both your boyfriends here to give you cards.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Logan tossed his cards at Sirius, who grabbed a pillow off the sofa behind them and whacked him on the side of the head with it. “Oh, you’re going down.”

In the ensuing chaos, the truth or drink box and Logan’s winning cards were forgotten. None of them really cared, though; they had a pillow fight to win.

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Ch.1 - “okay, you’re pretty”

(surprise, bitch! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me :) i’m not even in this fandom any more, but i do so hate to leave unfinished business lying around... and i had 30k of perfectly good fic with like three chapters left to complete, so. here we are. me, posting yogfic, in the year of our lord 2022. god help us all. )

(also, three notes before we start: 1- this will update every sunday until it’s done (i’ve got 11 chapters planned). 2- yes this chapter is similar to the oneshot i originally posted, but it’s lightly edited and significantly extended, so i don’t feel bad reposting it. 3- this is the funniest thing i have ever done.)

Art credit for banner.

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“What if– y’know…” There’s a pause where Parvis struggles for words. He heaves a sigh when he can’t quite find them, and turns his face a little further into the comforting warmth of Will’s thigh instead. “Vampires.”

“Vampires?” asks Will, exhaustedly.

It’s gone four in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, and he’s sat on a bench in a park with his best friend draped over him and a stranger leant against him because they all decided it would be a good idea to watch the sun rise. He’s really not drunk enough to be able to justify this to himself – to be able to justify any of this evening to himself – but here he is.

Because of Parvis. Story of his damn life.

Parvis is sprawled out across Will’s knees, head in Will’s lap. The rest of him is draped across the bench they’re sat on, his legs hanging off the end at an angle that doesn’t look particularly comfortable but apparently works for him. Or, at least, he’s not complaining about it – though considering the amount of alcohol in his system at this point, that doesn’t really count for much.

Someone apparently called Kirin is on his other side, perched on the small sliver of bench not taken up by Parvis’ sprawl and Will’s tired hunch. He’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders, leaning against him and doing what feels like his best to crush him. The man’s a good foot taller than him, probably more, broad shouldered and heavy and very definitely not doing anything to keep himself even remotely upright. His cheek’s resting against the top of Will’s head, beard a barely-felt scratch against Will’s temple, and Will’s not entirely sure he’s actually still awake.

Part of Will is honoured that he apparently makes such a good pillow. The rest of him is rather more concerned about the way the arm trapped between the two of them is going numb.

Will’s not actually entirely sure who Kirin is, if he’s being honest. He’s seen him around the place once or twice, recognises his face – but an impressively drunk Parvis had dragged him over to where Will had been sat in some unfamiliar bar at a little before midnight, introduced him as my new favourite person ever, and that had been it. Parvis had dragged them both around for the rest of the evening and Kirin had followed, an arm around Parvis’ shoulder and a bemused smile on his face at Parvis’ exuberance and enthusiasm.

All in all, he’s been the easier of the two to deal with, even taking the lack of feeling in Will’s arm into account.

“Vampires,” repeats Parvis, and tries to dig his teeth into Will’s jeans-covered thigh by way of clarification. He fails, mostly ends up drooling a bit, and Will sighs.

“I will push you onto the floor,” he says – but it’s mostly an empty threat, one hand coming up to card through the mussed and slightly sweaty tangle of Parvis’ hair.

Parvis giggles, wrinkles up his nose, and doesn’t seem too bothered by the prospect. “What if– what if I’m a vampire, Will?” he says. Thankfully, he doesn’t try and bite anyone again. “I’ve got teeth. I could be a vampire. I’d be a good vampire.”

There’s a moment’s pause where Will considers dealing with all the problems in that sentence – starting with why do you want to be a vampire and ending with I’m not sure having teeth is the primary requirement there – and then just gives up. He strokes a thumb through Parvis’ hair, feels the way Kirin’s breath stirs his hair with every exhale, watches the sky fade from black to blue, and breathes.

“He talks a lot, doesn’t he?”

Kirin’s voice is thick with sleepiness, lips only an inch from Will’s ear, and Will can’t help huffing out an amused noise. “He really, really does,” he says, and can’t help but smile when Kirin chuckles.

After a long moment, Kirin shifts a little, so Will’s arm is no longer trapped between the two of them. On the bright side, that means it’s no longer going numb. On the less bright side, that means the pins and needles can begin as the blood returns to it. It also means he’s leant even more against Will’s side, leaving Will’s arm nowhere to really go other than around Kirin’s shoulder – but Will’s sort of okay with that.

Apparently bored by the lack of attention being paid to him, Parvis makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a distressed kitten, and begins his inefficient attempt to chew through Will’s jeans again. There’s an unpleasant wet patch forming against Will’s outer thigh that’s entirely the fault of Parvis’ mouth, but Parvis doesn’t seem to notice.

“Stop that,” says Will, and flicks Parvis’ nose. He sighs again when Parvis tries to chew on his fingers instead. “You’re terrible.”

“Pretty,” adds Kirin, voice little more than a murmur. Will’s not sure whether he’s referring to Parvis, the sunrise, or whatever he’s seeing behind his own half-closed eyelids – he’s still not entirely sure if Kirin is awake, or just sleeping with his eyes partially open and sleep-talking at convenient moments – but he hums in agreement nonetheless.

“Okay, you’re pretty, your face is a work of art…” sings Parvis, delighted and out of tune, giggling. He rolls over onto his back so he’s staring at Will’s face, at the slowly-purpling sky beyond that and the faint scattering of stars laced through it.

“Aren’t you in a band?” asks Will, absently carding fingers through the short hair at the nape of Kirin’s neck out of sheer force of habit. “How are you tone deaf and still in a band?”

Parvis giggles harder, but somehow manages to get the rest of the words out through his laughter. “Your smile could light up New York City after dark.” He reaches up vague, questing fingers over his head. Somehow, they manage to find Kirin’s face to poke at his mouth. Kirin sighs, chuckles a little, and Parvis grins wider at the rush of warm air over his fingertips. “Okay, you’re cover-boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark…”

His fingers dance over Will’s cheeks, tracing out his freckles – one, two, three, too many to count – and Will feels his cheeks heat up, knows he’s probably gone bright red.

“You’re terrible,” repeats Will, though there’s no heat to the words, just tired affection. He threads his fingers a little higher up through Kirin’s hair to run careful nails over his scalp, and sighs at the way Kirin curls into him. The weight’s almost comforting, now, the warmth of the two people pressed up against him enough to stave off the shivers of the early-morning cold.

“I definitely need both your numbers,” says Parvis sleepily, ignoring Will completely as per usual and yawning widely. The sun’s rising, which seems like the perfect time to start thinking about sleep.

Kirin hums quietly, tilts his head a little more until his lips are pressed against Will’s temple, which does nothing to help the slowly fading blush across Will’s face. “I’m not actually sure I know where my phone is,” he admits, patting vaguely at his pockets with one hand before giving up almost immediately. “Ah well. It’ll turn up. Probably. Everything’s fine.”

Will laughs, flushes again when he feels the way Kirin’s lips curve into a smile against his skin at the noise. “Parvis, you already have my number.”

Parvis blinks up at him, grins wide and slightly sappy. One of Kirin’s hands settles on his head, and Parvis leans into it – into the way Kirin’s fingers link with Will’s against the tangle of his hair, the heat of their hands sinking into his scalp. “Oh, yeah,” he says, softly, and reaches up to touch two fingers to the corners of Will’s mouth. “I do.”

And then he promptly falls asleep, mouth open and drooling against Will’s leg.

It’s around the point that Parvis starts to snore, barely three minutes later, that Will decides they really need to get back to their student accommodation. “Wake up,” he says, tapping Parvis’ shoulder. “You need a bed, and I’m not dragging you to one.”

When that doesn’t work, Will jams two fingers into Parvis’ ribs, and then grabs him around the waist to prevent him from rolling off the bench with his flailing. “Up!” he growls, detaching himself from Kirin and standing up to haul at Parvis’ upper body, ignoring the groaning noises the action produces that are somewhat reminiscent of the undead. “I swear to god, Parvis…”

Kirin watches the performance with something between amusement and confusion, before getting to his own feet and stretching expansively – something Will’s very grateful for. Despite his height, Parvis is scrawny enough Will can just about manhandle him. Judging by Kirin’s broad shoulders and solid torso, Will wouldn’t be able to do the same with him.

It takes a considerable amount of hauling and supporting and cajoling to get Parvis on his feet, and he only manages to stay on them by wrapping arms around Will’s shoulders and leaning heavily against him. This close, his breath smells of cheap alcohol and something sweet, probably the coke he’d been mixing with whatever he was drinking, and Will wrinkles his nose in distaste. “You’re disgusting,” he informs Parvis, wrapping a reluctant arm around his waist to stabilise him.

“And you’re pretty,” retorts Parvis, swaying forward until their noses nearly touch, giggling at how red Will turns – whether from embarrassment or annoyance, he doesn’t know and doesn’t really care. “Pretty, pretty Willy Strifey…”

“That’s not an insult, Parvis,” mutters Will, pushing his face away and trying to ignore Kirin’s poorly-muffled laughter.

As if suddenly reminded of Kirin’s continued existence, Parvis perks up a little, prodding Will’s shoulders with the fingers of the arm thrown over it. “Oh, yeah! What’s happening to him?” he asks, hanging off of Will’s neck and waving a hand in the vague direction of Kirin.

For a brief second, Will is annoyed – apparently, he’s now responsible for the strange man that Parvis picked up, purely because he’s the most sober, which doesn’t really seem fair. But Kirin’s spinning in circles, peering at the skyline in a mystified and distinctly non-sober fashion, so it’s a fair enough question.

Will sighs, and turns to face Kirin, Parvis swaying like a counterweight against his hip. “Where’re you staying?” he asks, and Kirin shrugs.

“I’m kind of lost,” he says, apologetically – as though it remotely bothers Will whether he’s lost or not. He doesn’t sound too concerned, though. “I’m sure I’ll get home fine, though. My flat’s probably somewhere…” He spins in another circle and staggers, before staring up at the stars, frowning. “It’s fine.”

Will sighs, and wishes he were drunk enough to be okay with leaving Kirin to wander the streets in the early hours of the morning. “It’s not fine,” he says, exhaustedly, and grabs Kirin’s wrist to tug him along behind them. “You’re coming with us. Come on.”

He pretends not to notice the large, slightly dopey grin that spreads across Kirin’s face, and very carefully doesn’t wonder whether he’s just been played.

The walk back is, thankfully, largely uneventful. Parvis has trouble staying on his feet and staying awake, but Kirin’s steady enough to help Will hold him up. Between the two of them, he manages to walk most of the way, his cheerful singing slowly quieting down to an out-of-tune hum.

Kirin gives him a piggy-back for the rest of the short trip, draped drunk and sprawling and still humming to himself over the width of Kirin’s shoulders. It’s an effort for Will not to stare, reluctantly amazed at the way Kirin bears Parvis’ weight so effortlessly, despite the very distinctly crooked line his footsteps make across the pavement.

The student housing flat block isn’t too far, a ten minute walk from the bar they’d been in, which itself was a five minute walk from the park they’d all ended up in. The walk back takes them over twenty, thanks mostly to Parvis’ shambling gait at first, and then to his weight slowing Kirin down, but they do all eventually make it in one piece.

Opening the door to the building, and then the door to the flat Will and Parvis share with Xephos and Lalna, and then the door to Will’s room, is something of an adventure. For a heart-stopping moment outside the building itself, Will thinks he’s actually lost his keys – but then he finds them in Parvis’ pocket, and from there it’s just a case of remembering which key is for which door, and then remembering exactly how keys work.

He realises, as he fumbles his attempt to put the key in the lock for the fourth time, that he may be drunker than he’d thought.

When they all finally fall into Will’s room – literally, falling through the doorway when the door suddenly opens with them all leaning against it – Parvis is asleep again on Kirin’s back, and neither Kirin nor Will are particularly awake. While Will shucks off his coat and scarf, carefully toeing off his boots, Kirin heads straight for the bed, taking Parvis with him.

By the time Will’s kicked his shoes off, moving both Kirin and Parvis’ shoes out the way of the door so they won’t all trip over them in the morning, his bed has already been stolen.

Kirin’s taking up most of it, sprawling expansively across the mattress, eyes already closed. Tucked under his arm and pressed against his ribcage is Parvis, a ball of too-long limbs somehow wedged between his side and the wall.

Will sighs. He can always go and sleep in Parvis’ bed, provided he’s forgotten to lock the door to his room as he usually does – and if that fails, he can brave waking Xephos up to try and beg the blow-up mattress off of him. Not that he particularly relishes the thought of waking the other student up at what’s rapidly approaching five in the morning.

Standing there, running a hand through his hair in faint exasperation, he jumps when Kirin’s hand curls around his wrist. It tugs him insistently towards the bed, only holds on tighter when he tries to pull his arm away. “No,” says Kirin, plaintively. Will tries to extract his wrist again, fails to pry the bands of iron that are Kirin’s fingers away from his wrist. “No, please, don’t do that. Please.”

He tugs again – and Will, exhausted and still a little, perhaps a lot, drunk and so very done with all of this, lets himself tumble onto the bed. Onto Kirin’s chest.

“Better,” murmurs Kirin, sounding inordinately pleased with himself, rearranging an unhelpfully ragdoll Will into a more comfortable position. He ends up with his head tucked under Kirin’s chin, curled mostly on the other man’s chest, legs tangled with Parvis’. One of Kirin’s arms is thrown over his shoulders. “Much better.”

Will wants to argue, to point out that this really isn’t better at all. There’s far too many of them in a single bed. They’re going to overheat horrifically in the tiny room, someone’s going to fall off the mattress, and they’re all going to wake up in the morning with aches from being contorted into strange positions.

But Kirin’s a solid warmth beneath him, a slow rise-fall of expanding and contracting ribs, every exhale stirring Will’s hair. He has to admit to himself, before sleep takes advantage of the alcohol and exhaustion to drag him down into unconsciousness, that Kirin might just be right.

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Tik Tok Tyranny (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Part of the Making Moves universe

Summary: Missy has become obsessed with Tik Tok. Luckily for her and not-so-luckily for you, her mini-mom adds many likes to her posts. Marcus gets roped in too.

W/C: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, Missy gets The Full Name when Marcus gets mad. otherwise it’s rlly tame.

A/N: PSHSHRHTS guys this idea has been rattling around my head and I thought it was super cute so I had to do it!! Lots of love to @leonieb for inspiring the first fic in this universe (who knows, maybe there are more to come?), @theteddylupinexperience for helping me out with all of my plot and helping me come up with this idea in the first place, and my babe @softly-sad for simping over Marcus with me and giving me some ideas!!

Missy’s Tik Tok page has been blowing up lately, and most of it is due to you.

It all started when she downloaded the app, showing you and her father the funniest ones she’d found. Many of them consisted of cute animals and bad jokes, since she inherited her father’s sense of humor. Your phone constantly dinged with new messages from Missy, sending you funny videos and recipes.

This morning, you wake to big brown eyes in a tiny head above your bed. “Good morning,” Missy sings. “We’re making a Tik Tok. Up and at ‘em!” She shouts, pulling back your covers.

You groan and roll over, finding Marcus’s side of the bed empty. “Where’s your dad?” You ask with a gravelly voice, eyes fluttering open.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter, he’s not gonna be in it. Actually, we do need a cameraman- Dad!” Missy hollers into the hall.

You groan and rub your eyes, reaching for your glasses. “It’s like 7, kid. How do you have so much energy? You don’t even drink coffee,” You ask her, a yawn overtaking your face.

“Because I’ve been planning this since last night,” she says with a grin, ripping the covers back once more. “Come on, please.”

Another yawn. “Fine. What are we doing, hm?” You ask her, eyes opening as you stretch out in bed.

“I’m dressing you for the day,” she sings. “You know those videos?”

“No,” you groan. “There are a lot of videos, kid.”

“You’re annoying,” she pouts and plops next to you. “Your Gen Z bestie dresses you for the day!”

Marcus walks in with two mugs of coffee, and he hands one to you. You smile and thank him and he looks at his daughter with a furrowed brow. “You’re not making her regret moving in, are you?” He teases her.

“No,” she rolls her eyes as you sip your coffee. “We’re making a tik tok. I’m gonna dress her for the day and you’re going to be our cameraman,” she tells him with a grin, handing him her phone. “Alright, let’s go,” she says and stands, hauling you up and almost making you spill your coffee.

“Damn, Missy,” you laugh and stand with her. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

She shrugs. “Uh, wave at the camera. This will be the before shot.” Your hair is messy and tied up, your glasses perched on your nose. You’re wearing a large t-shirt belonging to Marcus and a pair of shorts. You sip your coffee and wave as Marcus records it. “Good, all is going to plan,” Missy grins and leads you along.

-

That video got a fair amount of likes; it didn’t go completely viral, but you were popular. It made Missy excited beyond belief and she insisted that you make another. “How good are you at dancing?” She asks casually over lunch.

“Oh God, Missy,” you chuckle and shake your head. “Not great, but I can move somewhat easily. What did you have in mind?”

She beams at you. “The scene from Mamma Mia where young Donna is on a boat Bill and they dance around on it!”

You both adore the Mamma Mia movies. They’re what brought you together; Missy needed a female presence in her life besides her grandmother, and one night, after being ditched by her friends, Marcus suggested she text you. You brought her to your house and the two of you watched Mamma Mia while eating pints of Ben and Jerry’s, singing along at the top of your lungs and making jokes at the movie’s expense.

It turns out that the dance isn’t overly complicated. You’ve both watched the movies so many times that it’s almost like second nature to the two of you. You’re practicing the dance to the blasting speakers in the backyard when Marcus finds the two of you. “Hey ladies,” he calls out, but you can’t hear him. The two of you are spinning each other around and laughing as you practice, Missy bonking into you and making you both stop, beaming laughing.

Marcus pulls out his phone and records it for a moment, grinning as he watches it. His two girls having the time of their lives, dancing to the Mamma Mia soundtrack in their shared home. It’s wonderful.

The dance segment ends and you both stop, catching your breath. You grin as you see Marcus and rush over to him, throwing your arms around him. You kiss his cheek before burying your face in his neck. “Hi, snuggles.” It’s your favorite name for Marcus: he’s tall and strong but so cuddly and unbearably soft. You want your arms around him at all times. “I missed you all day, stupid work,” you chuckle.

He wraps his arms around you too. “Missed you too, baby. You and Missy are two great dancers,” he chuckles.

“Please. I look like I’m dying,” you snort, lifting your head and kissing him softly on the lips.

-

That’s your second Tik Tok video to earn a favorable amount of likes: the video of the dance that Marcus took while you practiced.

The two of you make a new joint account: @missyandminimom. Mini-Mom was her new favorite term for you: you weren’t quite her stepmom yet, not married to Marcus and not a legal guardian to her. But you were like her mom. Thus, Mini-Mom was born.

The video was posted again there and got likes in the thousands, sending you into relative fame. Missy screamed every time she checked the app, her new followers exciting her far more than it excited you.

The next step, Missy decided, was that Marcus needs to be a participant. But not a willing one, or at least not a participant that appears as willing.

“Please Dad, you just need to walk through the background!” Missy begs of Marcus with wide eyes.

Marcus shakes his head but smiles. “You’re not making me dance.”

“Nope! It’ll be just the two of us dancing, and you do whatever you need to in the background. It’ll be funny!”

“Isn’t the point of those things that the people don’t know they’re being recorded?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just act like you’re not! People will think it’s hilarious, us dancing and you just walking in the background. Everyone will recognize you and we’ll get famous!”

“Fame isn’t the goal,” you clarify to Marcus and to Missy. “We just think it would be funny,” you offer up.

Marcus can’t say no to you. “Well, I suppose,” he groans, and Missy cheers and throws her arms around him.

“You’re the best! I love you so much!” She squeals, letting go and running over to where you stand. “Okay, we’re gonna count down then do the dance, you just walk through the background, stop and look, whatever.”

Marcus nods and you give Missy a high five. “Nice going,” you tease and nudge her side. “Alright, you ready?” You and Missy have been preparing the dance for the past couple of days, and you’re wearing matching outfits now.

“Yeah, here we go,” she squeals and presses the record button. She backs up next to you as the timer beeps.

You start the dance, and Marcus walks dutifully through the background a few seconds in. He stands there for a second, staring at your ass, before wandering out before you complete the dance.

“Woo!” You and Missy both shout as you walk to the camera and check out the video. The dance goes perfect, and you widen your eyes as you look back at Marcus over your shoulder. “Jesus, Marcus,” you tease.

“I got distracted,” he murmurs, blushing, and you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him too. He holds you up and kisses the side of your face. “You’re so good with her.”

“She makes it easy,” you laugh and bury your face in his neck.

Missy whips around with her phone and records the two of you, where you stand koala-wrapped on Marcus. “You’re so gross,” she groans and heads off to edit the video.

-

The video does, indeed, go viral, as people recognize that that’s Marcus Moreno in the background, so that must be his daughter and does he have a girlfriend now? You even found you and Missy on the cover of a digital tabloid, in a shot of you hugging. At least they were kind about you.

The next video is a prank on Marcus. You and Missy spent the day planning it, giggling nefariously as you set everything up. You replaced Marcus’s katanas at home with a pair made of plastic, meaning he can’t summon them with his powers. When he returns home, the trap is laid, and you and Missy follow a loose script.

As you cook dinner side-by-side with your boyfriend, you smile up at him. “You know, you’ve never given me a demonstration of your powers, baby,” you murmur to him and kiss his cheek, continuing to stir the ingredients you’re working on.

“Because at home, I’m just your man,” he says and kisses you softly, cupping your face with one hand. You smile into his lips, and you have to admit that you appreciate it. You didn’t realize he was a Heroic until a few weeks of being his neighbor, when it finally clicked that he wasn’t just Marcus, he and Missy weren’t just the Morenos, he was Marcus. Moreno. He always leaves his work at work and you appreciate it.

“Why are you so fucking cute?” you coo and kiss him again. “Still. Just… do the thing, please, whoosh those katanas over here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his middle and looking up at him with big eyes.

He sighs and nods. “I suppose.” You can see Missy shooting from around the corner and you sneak her a thumbs up. He stares in concentration, holding out his hand to summon them. Damn, he must be out of practice, he thinks, focusing harder. His lip twitches in frustration as it doesn’t work. “Fuck!” He ends up shouting after a few moments where nothing works, and Missy claps a hand over her mouth.

“Dad!” She exclaims with a laugh. Marcus very rarely curses, if ever, and his eyes widen as he realizes she was filming it.

“Melissa Angélica Moreno, don’t you dare-” he threatens as he realizes what she wants to do with it. It’s going on Tik Tok, whether he likes it or not. He lunges after her and Missy squeals, launching off a chase through the house as Marcus pursues her.

-

That video got the most likes of all of them. Glimpses into celebrity lives always do, and you knew from the start that Marcus’s videos would garner lots of attention. Lots of people thirsted over him in the comments. Many duets were made of people saying they wished they were you. You only supposed it was fair; who wouldn’t want to be with Marcus?

“Baby?” You mumble late one night in bed.

“What is it?” A sleepy Marcus murmurs next to your ear.

You sigh, rolling over in his arms to face him. “I know you’re famous, and Missy’s Tik Tok isn’t helping either, but you love me, right?”

His eyes open and he frowns. “Where the hell did that come from?” He asks, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tight around you. “Of course I do.”

There’s still a small frown on your face. “You’re a superhero. You have a ton of people who would line up to date you. Lots of options.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Baby. I fell in love with you when you were wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and drinking coffee on your porch. How could you ever question how much I love you?” He asks, voice tinged with sadness.

You feel warm inside at his words, scooting closer. “I know. I just… get insecure about it sometimes.”

“You never have to be,” he assures you and kisses your forehead. “I have never and will never love anyone more than you, except Missy. That’s a tie.”

You giggle softly. “I love you so much, baby,” you murmur into his skin.

“I love you too, cutie. Now please go the hell back to sleep.”

“More like a grizzly bear,” you grumble but smile. You fall asleep just like that, your arms around him tight and face nuzzled in his neck.

-

Two days later, Missy comes flying into your bedroom on a Sunday morning, nearly making Marcus spill his coffee. “You guys!” She squeals. “I just posted a Tik Tok that got the most likes ever, and it’s only been up for like ten hours!”

You groan and scoot away from Marcus so Missy can cuddle in between the two of you. “What did you make now, huh?” You ask as she nestles in.

Missy projects her phone to the screen. She takes your left hand and Marcus’s right, joining them and grinning. “Let me first just say… you’re welcome,” she giggles.

The video starts. my simp-erhero dad and his love🧸✨ flashes across the screen over an image of you on Marcus’s shoulders in their backyard pool.

The video rolls, and it’s about 40 seconds long. A popular love song plays in the back over clips of you and Marcus. You kissing Marcus’s cheek after he found you and Missy dancing to Mamma Mia in the backyard. You, cuddled on top of Marcus on the couch, the both of you napping. You koala-clinging to Marcus after he stared at your ass in that dancing video. Marcus kissing you softly as you cooked dinner and asked him to demonstrate his powers. The last video is of you, Marcus, and Missy at a theme park. Both you and Marcus kiss one of her cheeks in sync, making her giggle. The music fades and the video starts again.

Marcus turns to the two of you, eyes watering. He looks into your eyes first. “Did you help her make that?” He asks.

Your eyes are watering too, grinning. “No.”

He grins down at his daughter, the tears slipping from his eyes. “Missy. That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. What inspired you to make it?”

She has a real answer: it’s that she wanted the two of you to see your relationship the way she did. She wanted to reassure you. She’d heard you that night when you told Marcus you felt insecure.

But Missy is a snarky little preteen, 4’4” of prepubescent rage and glitter. “The likes I knew I’d get,” she shrugs and skips out of the bedroom happily.

Before you can say something loving to Marcus, he takes your face in his and kisses you slowly. You both chuckle into each other’s lips, you breaking away and looking at him with big and happy eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Marcus grins, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Hey, I have a question for you. Well, it’s more of a statement.”

“Go for it,” you nod.

“We should get married,” Marcus says plainly with a smile. “I’ve already asked Missy about it, she thinks we should too. Of course, if you don’t want to, I get that. I know we haven’t been dating as long as other relationships do before marriage, and-”

“Yes,” you grin. “Let’s do it.”

He grins and kisses you, holding both sides of your face in his hands. “You know, the two of us seem to really like rash decisions.”

“They always work out in the end, don’t they?” You ask with a grin.

Marcus kisses you in response. They do, they really do. He breaks away a moment later, grinning and watery-eyed. “I still don’t know what a simp is,” he sniffles.

-

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Mustache Dare

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Absolutely none if you can handle how Harry looks with the stache, or a little strong language (F word).

Category: Fluff!

Summary: Y/N loves a good challenge, French toast is involved and so is Harry’s facial hair.

Or

The one where Harry and Y/N are too competitive over French toast and Y/N shaves Harry’s facial hair…except for one place.

Harry and Y/N’s relationship was one their friends enjoyed to watch and be present around. The couple could go from babying everyone around them, to being the lives of every party, to being the couple who’d take care of you when you’re all messed up, to being a couple who were just simply entertaining to watch.

They had met some years ago through mutual friends and instantly hit it off, Harry later swearing up and down that “the chemistry was unreal” whenever he talked about his girlfriend with anyone, telling them that he knew from the moment he met her that they were in it for a ride – together.

She supported him through everything; the One Direction hiatus, family deaths, road to being a solo artist, his experimenting with everything, and all his music and thoughts. Y/N was the whole package for him; a girlfriend, a best friend and his number one fan.

Don’t get them wrong, Harry supported her through thick and thin, too. He supported her during her confusion, the insecurity, the doubting moments, and even every single time she questioned if she chose the right major. He could be in Japan and be one call away from taking the earliest flight back home if she even implied that she wanted him back there.

But the couple didn’t only kiss and lull each other into peaceful sleep at night, they loved a good banter and challenge, too.

Y/N was used to giving her all to win or to at least face a dignified loss ever since she was a child. She had far too many photographs of her engaging in mind-tickling challenges ever since she was 3, and Harry’s personal favorite – which he keeps in his wallet – is a picture of an 8-year-old Y/N sitting in front of a chess board with her gandpa, eyes squinted in concentration and finger on the corner of her mouth.

Harry admired that they both had the same characteristic. He loved how competitive they both were and loved, even more, how they always turned that into fun banter which always made them laugh the hardest.

Harry had been leaving his facial hair grow, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it when Y/N would mindlessly poke at it or run her knuckles gently down his cheeks and chin.

“Remember when you couldn’t grow that out?” She said one night, a small smug smile on her face that told him that she was sleepy after a tiring day with work.

He had her seated on the kitchen stool as he made her instant noodles, which she was waiting for to cool. He rolled his eyes with a smile, approaching her to wrap his arms around her waist, “Took me far too long, huh?”

She smiled wider, “Can’t even remember. It’s like I forgot all about that time because of how much I’m getting used to this.” She said as she patted his cheeks.

That night, she ate her noodles and had to stop herself from choking on the soup from laughing at some of the weirdest jokes Harry was reading her off of the internet.

The following morning was when it happened. It was finally the weekend and they both slept in before waking up at 3PM to a dark room – Harry was an angel and had shut the blinds the previous night because he knew they needed to sleep in – and the chirping of birds.

“Can we stay here for the rest of the day?” Y/N asked, cheek pressed against Harry’s chest, not finding it in her to open her eyes for long the moment Harry’s fingers started playing with her hair.

Harry chuckled softly, “We can, but we’re going to need to eat.”

She hummed against his chest, “How do we feel about French toast?”

“I can make that.”

Y/N pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him, “You burn them, baby.”

And while butterflies erupted in Harry’s stomach at the pet name he loved when it fell from his girlfriend’s lips, he still chose to feign shock and look back at her. “I never do.”

She sat up with a jolt as she laughed, “That’s a lie and you know it. You always burn the toasts.”

“I make them extra crunchy!” Harry reasoned, opening his arms, “I never burn them.”

“Bullshit,” she smirked, “How about you prove it?”

He knew where this was going, already feeling the excitement bubble inside him at the slight appearance of his girlfriend’s competitive side. “And then what?”

She thought for a few seconds before pointing at him, “If you don’t burn them, and I mean they’re 100% edible with no big black spots, you get to do whatever you want with me, and vice versa.”

“Like, I can have you work out with me?” Harry edged, watching her cringe before giving him a reluctant nod, “Deal.” Harry sat up, ruffling up his hair as he stared at her, “Get ready to lose.”

Y/N laughed sarcastically as she followed him, linking arms with him as they both walked out their bedroom, “In your dreams, Styles.”

They reached their kitchen and Harry decided to hold her and prop her on the counter, smiling cheekily at her before puckering his lips and pressing them against hers, “for good luck” he said.

Harry liked being in the kitchen, but he loved it when she was around, propped up on the counter with her hands beneath her thighs, swaying softly and gently side to side while humming a song that she had been listening to all damn week.

She was a dream, even when she teased him about losing.

So, he cracked the eggs, added the ingredients, switched the stove on for the pan that had a cube of better ready to melt in, and dipped the toast in the mixture before adding the toast in the pan.

When Y/N said Harry was used to burning toast – especially French toast and she had no idea why – she knew what she was saying, and for proof, the high heat he had set acted as one.

He walked towards her, putting his hands on her knees before spreading her legs, opening the drawer she kept hidden and taking a spatula out before stepping closer to her after closing the drawer. “Think I’ll dress you up for a week.”

She leaned down to have her face closer to his, a smile on her face that made Harry weak in the knees, “You think you’ll win?”

He stood his ground, wrapping his arms around her waist before tilting his head slightly to the side, “You think I won’t?”

Y/N pursed her lips as to stifle her laughter before limply putting her arms around his shoulder, “Harry,” she began before pecking his lips, “The toast is burning.”

Harry’s eyes widened, turning around frantically and groaning loudly at the smoking toast as he quickly turned off the stove before flipping the two toasts – the two charcoal black toasts.

With a bashful smile and a scrunched nose, he slowly turned to look at his girlfriend who had her hands clasped over her mouth to quiet the giggles. She jumped off the counter and walked towards him, eyes a little tearful from how hard she was containing in her laughter and looked at the toast, “Baby, I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she looked up at him, few giggles escaping as he looked down at her with a fake aggravated face and both arms crossed across his chest, “You’re toast.”

And it was as if she cracked the funniest joke and it was the last straw, she leaned back as she burst out laughing.

“oh, fuck off!” Harry laughed, wrapping both arms around her and playfully and gently biting her cheek as she squealed.

Accepting defeat, Harry and Y/N agreed on eating cereal before Y/N surprised him with what task she chose for him.

She was excited for what she chose for him, trying to visualize it but failing to do so without laughing and imagining Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things.

“Harry Edward Styles, are you intentionally being slow?” She squinted her eyes at him, taking notice of how she finished her breakfast nearly 15 minutes ago but Harry was yet to finish, only milk remaining in his bowl which he slowly sipped on with his spoon.

The childlike smile told him that she was correct, which made her gasp and laugh, “You!”

He laughed along before setting his bowl aside and raising his hands up, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me; you have the worst dares!”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She rubbed her hands together jokingly, “Come on, get up. Let’s get to it.”

“We have to wash the bo-“

“After we’re done.” She held his hand and dragged him off the couch and up to their room.

“Baby, is that all you wanted? You wanted to-Awe, baby, you know you can just ask.” He teased, knowing that even though he can only see her back, that she was rolling her eyes at him.

What had him confused was when she dragged him to the bathroom, put down the toilet seat before telling him to sit.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Hush, Styles. You agreed on anything.” Was all she said with a smirk before walking back to their room and going back to him with her panda designed eyepatch, putting it on him.

“Oh God, what did I agree on?” He rhetorically asked, hearing her rummage through stuff.

But then he heard it. The buzzing sound of his shaver.

“Don’t move, yeah? We don’t want a cut.” She said with giggles.

“What the- Y/N!” He laughed, feeling her step between his legs.

Through giggles and careful work, she worked on shaving his beard.

It wasn’t the first time she shaved or trimmed his facial hair, or even just hair. Y/N loved shaving Harry’s facial hair for him and ever since the pandemic, he trusted her enough to learn how to trim his hair and had given him slight hair trimming.

Harry felt it. She went everywhere with the shaver but not his mustache but he tried to deny that she was done working, that was until she turned off the shaver and took off the eyepatch that covered his eyes so that he could see her face; staring at him in pure amusement and pride, as if she was staring at her best work of art.

She brought her fingers together and up to her lips, blowing a chef’s kiss, “Handsome.”

Harry held her waist, standing up and walking around her to stand in front of the mirror. There he stood, with only a mustache on his upper lips and unruly hair. He brought his face closer to the mirror, running his hand over his facial hairless chin and jaw, then over the mustache before turning to look at his girlfriend. “Do I turn you on like that?”

“Why yes, partner!” She exclaimed in a southern accent, wrapping her arms around his waist from the back and laughing against his back.

“I swear, if I wasn’t so fucking in love with you, woman.”

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yninstagram: I regret doing this because now this lunatic has been telling me he “mustache me a question” but he’ll “shave it for later”🤦‍♀️