#happy boop day lads

[serjaimelannister]

most romantic moment of asoiaf

[etherealising]

happy happy 1k yay!! idk if you still write for jaime tartt BUT i love the thought of him being obsessed with someone who works in the building… maybe the team’s pt and he’s always in their office with a “sore” knee or something like that but only so he can hang out and flirt with them 😫

bestie…the scream i scrumpt when i saw you in my inbox requesting my writing i damn near cried!!! but also the jamie tartt brainrot you awoke in me is insane, i went through a whole series rewatch and now i have jamie tartt edits saved 🫣. i struggled a bit to capture jamie’s essence/personality but otherwise i hope you enjoy my love 🫶🏽

this whole time i thought your pfp was bagels only to realize its a bunny 🥲

wanna be yours

pairing(s): jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: jamie’s “bum” knee is the perfect excuse to spend whatever free time he can with you. it also doesn’t hurt that you’re his favorite person to flirt with.

warning(s): none

wc: 2.9k

Quiet hums filled the treatment room as you maneuvered around the space organizing and restocking low supplies. Your ears perked up at footsteps moving closer to the room. A knock on the open door followed shortly after, “Give me a minute.” 

“Surely I can give you more than a minute.” The sound of a familiar heavy Manchurian accent caused the corner of your lips to tick up, eyes glancing down at your watch to see that your daily visitor was right on time. 

Turning, you looked up to find Jamie leaning in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cheesy smile on his face as he looked at you. “What can I do for you, Jamie?” 

In recent weeks Jamie made it his mission to stop by your office and if he wasn’t spending his free time in your office picking your brain, then he was complaining to you in the treatment room about a mysterious knee issue that magically disappeared after every visit to you but somehow always returned the next day. In the beginning, you thought there was something seriously wrong with him, and you were sure you would lose your job if Richmond lost their star player because you couldn’t figure out what was wrong but as time passed you began to enjoy his little visits.

“It's me knee,” Jamie’s lips turned down into a pout as he walked fully into the room. “It's feelin’ all funny again.” 

You nodded your head trying to tamp down your smile as you gestured for him to take a seat on the treatment table before grabbing a bottle of BioFreeze and rolling the stool over with you to sit. “Have you been doing the stretches I gave you?” 

Jamie reached for your free hand pulling you towards him. Small laughs left you at the rolling sensation before he stopped you in front of him, easily settling his foot between your legs on the stool. “Of course I do love, they make me think of ya.” His finger reached out to boop the tip of your nose, a smug smile washing over his face as your nose scrunched up from the touch.

It felt childish the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at Jamie’s silly little antics, but you ignored it knowing just how cheeky the man could be. The room was quiet for a minute as you began massaging the cooling gel into Jamie’s knee, “You know I saw you at practice today-,”

“Trainin’.” Jamie clicked his tongue smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, your knee seemed to be fine out on the pitch.” You emphasized the final word smiling at the over-dramatic wink Jamie sent your way.

He gave a slight wince as you added more pressure to his knee, you weren’t sure if he was actually sore or if he was just trying to sell whatever this bit was. “Well yeah babe, I can’t let the lads see me sufferin’.” He moved to lean back resting on his elbows.

You nodded pretending to understand what went on in Jamie’s head. “Maybe but I think it might be time to let Roy and Beard in on this injury,” you paused, glancing up to see the humor drain from Jamie’s face. “Might have to sit out a few games until we get this under control you know? Maybe the whole season if we can’t figure out the underlying cause.” 

The silence caused you to look up your hands continuing their massage as you watched Jamie’s face pale, whatever thoughts going on behind those pretty brown eyes didn’t seem too happy. You felt a bit bad about your joke, but before you could clear the air, the sound of your name being shouted followed by the click of heels moving closer stole your attention.

“Oi sorry, didn’t realize you were busy, wow Jamie you look a bit ill everthin’ alright?” Keeley’s voice rang through the treatment room as she made her entrance, her petite frame eagerly hopping onto empty counter space.

You smiled at her as you finished up the ministrations on Jamie’s knee, “Oh you know he’s just coming to terms that this injury might be career-ending.” You looked up at Jamie waiting to see if he’d break. It took a couple of visits for you to finally clock that there wasn’t anything wrong with Jamie’s knee aside from his muscles needing their usual massage but other than that his visits were just periodic at this point. 

“It breaks my heart to know ya don’t believe me?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he spoke, his foot lightly tapped your thigh where it still sat a small smirk playing on his lips.

Keeley was quiet as she watched the exchange between the two of you. A cheeky smile of her own decorated her face. For all the years she’d known Jamie she hadn’t seen him quite as smitten as he was with you. When you first expressed concern about Jamie’s constant visits and the stress you were under trying to diagnose his injury she was worried for the both of you, you for how overwhelmed you seemed, and Jamie for his mysterious knee injury. But then there were the few times she’d been with you when Jamie would pop into your office, at first she thought the two of you were just good friends but as she paid attention to Jamie’s flirtatious words and most times unnecessary touches she realized it was something more on Jamie’s end and slowly began piecing it all together, and what kind of friend would she be to the both of you if she didn’t move this train along.

“Oh! Well sorry to hear about your career Jamie, but I was just poppin’ in to steal our favorite doctor, we’ve got a shopping date!” Keeley bounced on the countertop excitement racing through her. 

Jamie sat up at Keeley’s words, obviously interested in the turn of the conversation, “Awe Granddad takin’ you on a date?” He was the only one to laugh at his joke, your stern look caused his chuckles to quiet down.

Keeley rolled her eyes before finding Jamie’s, “No, it's for the gala. I talked Richmond’s favorite PT into making an appearance this year!” Her smile brightened as she stared directly into Jamie’s eyes though her question was directed at you, “Have you found a plus one yet?” 

You tried not to cringe at Keeley’s words, as excited as you were about finally attending one of Richmond’s annual charity galas Keeley wouldn’t take no for an answer when you explained you were fine attending the event solo. You stood from the stool moving to return the gel back to its place and wash your hands. 

“Why bring a guest when I could potentially arrive solo and leave with a lovely companion.” You turned to face both of them, a small smirk lining your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Jamie’s disgusted scoff was drowned out by Keeley’s excited squeal; the woman catapulted off the countertop excitement radiating off of her as she jumped up and down and clapped excitedly. “You cheeky little shit I love it! Oh, ohh are we thinking a sleazy footballer or emotionally unavailable millionaire donating for a tax write-off?”

You laughed, Jamie’s disgusted scoff turned into a disgusted look as his eyes bounced between the two of you. “I dunno Dani is kinda top of my list, if that doesn’t work out I guess we’ll go from there.” It was subtle but you watched the way Keeley’s eyes flashed to Jamie before landing back on you giving a thumbs up.

“Rojas?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he looked at you, “He’s not even monogamous!” The disbelief on his face was palpable, eyes wide. 

Keeley watched as you made your way over to Jamie patting his thigh before settling back on the stool, his hands fell to the sides of the stool spinning you around before pulling the wheeled chair as close to the table as possible his body bowing forward as his chin came to settle atop your head. Keeley felt physically ill as she tamped down the excitement trying to claw its way out of her body; the urge to squeal grew tenfold as she watched you move your head to rest against his shoulder, eyes staring up at Jamie as the man smiled down at you.

“Who said I was monogamous? It's good to try things at least once.” The movement of you shrugging moved Jamie’s arms that were settled around your shoulders, his smile transforming into a frown.

A scoff let him as one of his hands moved up to flick the tip of your nose “M’ just sayin’ I’d never need another if I had you.” You gave Jamie an exasperated look at his words if the man kept up this flirtatious banter you’d never know how to deal with mediocre men again. 

Keeley covered her excited squeal with a false cough, “Shoot, I’ve uh gotta talk with Rebecca about some marketing things, you’ll be fine if we go shopping later right?” Keeley smiled eager to leave the two of you alone.

It took you a minute to look away from Jamie and find Keeley’s eyes sending her a warm understanding smile, “Of course, oh invite Rebecca yeah?” 

Keeley nodded her head sending you a bright smile before looking at Jamie raising her eyebrows slightly silently trying to tell him to make his move. She refrained from rolling her eyes as the man wiggled his eyebrows back to her, any hope of him doing this on his own slowly dwindling. 

You waved the woman off as she left before turning in Jamie’s arms and giving him a serious look, “So, you wanna tell me what’s going on with you?” Your fingers began unconsciously playing with the hem of his shorts eyes peering into his with concern. “I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me Jamie.”

“Ahh don’t worry your pretty little head.” His hand moved to gently tap two fingers against your forehead, “A little knee pain can’t keep me down, I’m Jamie fuckin’ Tartt.” A smug smile took over his face, a quiet laugh escaped him at the way you rolled your eyes.

You stared at him for a moment longer eyes tracing his face before landing on his smile, the urge to give him a smile of your own crept up on you. “Well, Jamie Tartt is there anything else I can help you with?” 

“Mmm dunno love, kinda just like buggin’ ya.” You laughed as his hand reached for yours, admiring the few rings that decorated your fingers. “Feel like I make ya all nervous, it's a bit adorable.” He smiled widely up at you shamelessly lacing his fingers with yours. 

It felt as though your brain short-circuited for a moment, you weren’t sure when the two of you became all touchy-feely and you hardly minded it, but this felt a bit too intimate as he smiled up at you, the palm of his hand fitted perfectly to yours. 

“If we’re done here I have to go add this little visit to your medical file and maybe stop by the coach's office.” You stood up with a slight huff removing your hand from Jamie’s grip, foot gently pushing the rolling stool into the corner, “Make sure to close the door when you leave please, and try not to let a little knee pain ruin the rest of the great Jamie fuckin’ Tartt’s day.” There was a slight teasing undertone in your words as you gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder before taking your leave, needing a bit of space to figure out the thoughts running through your head. 

Jamie sat still atop the treatment table, a small smile lining his lips as he watched you walk away. The tingling sensation your soft hand left behind in his made him feel like a giddy teenager all over again as he stood to take his leave.

You quickly finished updating the last medical file for the evening, checking the time on the phone to make sure you could stop at home for a shower before meeting Keeley and Rebecca for your shopping date. Moving around your office you gathered your few belongings before turning to head home, surprise jolted through you as you looked up to see Jamie standing in the doorway hand poised to knock. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, just wanted to see if you wanted to walk to the car park together?” Jamie raised his hands in innocence, he was changed out of his practice gear just as ready to retire for the day as you were.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him a small smile trying to get your slightly erratic breathing under control as you grabbed your keys off the desk. 

It was silent between the two of you as you exited your office, Jamie moving out of your way opting to lean against the wall as he watched you lock everything up. Thinking back to his words it wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, he made you confused he was a flirtatious man by nature and while you didn’t mind the banter between the two of you and willfully fed into it, you were a bit wary of catching feelings for a man who was so secure in himself. Pair that with his profession and the lifestyle he lived you weren’t sure if this was just all fun and games between friends or something more.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Jamie bumped his shoulder against yours as the two of you began your journey, not finding any reason to move out of your personal space as you nodded in assent. “Is Rojas really top of your list?” 

You let out a surprised laugh expecting the question to be anything but that, giving yourself a moment to think on the answer as you bid goodbye to the few people the two of you walked past. “I don’t actually have a list Jamie,” you paused, giving him a quiet thank you as he opened the door for you to exit. “But I don’t know, Dani seems like the easiest person to have a fun night with and then continue being my colleague like nothing happened.” 

Jamie hummed at your words, the two of you stopping beside your car and leaning against it. “This may be a bit forward, but I for one think it’d be a true shame to only spend one night with you.” His eyes locked on yours, there was no sign of his signature smirk making an appearance as it usually did after one of his flirty remarks, his eyes were intense almost like he was staring through you, an underlying message hidden in their soft brown depths. The feel of his fingers reaching out to yours tickled in the cool evening air. 

Being speechless sure wasn’t something you were used to, but as you stood in the carpark Jamie directly across from you his words lingering in the air, you weren’t sure there was anything you could say. His words held a heavy insinuation and you didn’t think you were brave enough at the moment to find out their actual meaning. 

Your mouth opened and closed unsure of what to say, your brain not even close to doing its job properly. Jamie smiled as he watched you, fingers dancing across your palm as he took a step forward his free hand raised the forefinger of his knuckle tapped gently against your chin, “Like I said, a bit adorable.” He moved quicker than you could react, his fingers pinching your chin and turning your head slightly before his soft lips caressed the apple of your cheek.

“G’night Doc, I’ll do my stretches tonight and think of ya.” Jamie gave you a cheeky smile and wink before turning and making his way to his car. 

The urge to scream was immediate as you watched him enter his car before getting into your own head falling against the steering wheel as you tried to balance the butterflies in your stomach with the confusion racing through your head. 

Jamie sat in his car waiting for you to safely drive away. The large grin on his face wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon, his days were always made better by making you smile with just his words. He watched as your car drove off, for a man with all the confidence in the world he wasn’t sure when he’d ever be ready enough to admit his feelings to you without making his words seem as though they were just flirty banter. 

Jamie’s mind thought back to his first meeting with you all those years ago, you were one of the only people who wouldn’t put up with his arrogant attitude and now here he was all these years later hoping one day his cutesy words wouldn’t just be something you’d laugh off but instead believed in the same way you believed he was capable of being a better man.

a/n: y’all i love this man, down horrendous for this himbo.

[zippidi-dooda]

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9 - Knightly

"Mom," Lucas stood in between the doorframe, a stuffed sack hanging off his shoulder and a long tree branch clutched firmly in his hand.

"Yeah? What uhm, whatchu doing?"

"I'm going to be Dad's knight. Just like Uncle Sebek!"

You choked on your spit and sputtered out a high pitched, "WHAT?"

"See you!"

Well, that certainly wasn't how you expected your day to begin.

"GET BACK HERE!" You ran after the boy as he waved happily and proceeded to march out the door.

You spun him around, holding on firmly to his shoulder. 

"Mom! I gotta go, I'll see you in um ... how long does it take to be a knight?"

"Years! Lucas what gave you this idea? You can't just make decisions like that. Do you know how dangerous it is to be a knight? You're much too young for that. Come on, let's just get inside already."

Lucas wiggled out of your grip. "I'll see you in years then! And don't worry, Mom, I'll have Uncle Sebek there to help me."

"You don't have an Uncle Sebek. And Lucas I really don't-"

"Oh! Mom, I just thought of something. If I'm at the castle all the time, you just have to move in with Dad! That way, you can always see me," Excited by his new idea, Lucas grabbed your hand and started to tug, "C'mon, Mom! Let's go tell Dad!"

"L-lucas, stop. We can't do that. Let's just-"

"Mom, Dad's always visiting us, why can't we go visit him? You guys are married so you should be living together anyways, right? He'll be happy and I just know he'll let me be a knight! He might even make me the leader on my first day if I ask! Let's go ask him right now!"

You had no clue where he got all those ideas from and could only muster a exasperated, "Lucas!" In response.

You didn't know what to make of the single flower sitting in a watered cup on the kitchen table that your eyes drifted to as your son had spoke either.

"Well, what an aspiring young lad! I'm sure Malleus would be more than pleased to hear your plans to stay with him."

You and Lucas jumped, the boy rushing behind you, as a deep, cheery voice interrupted your bickering.

Standing behind Lucas was the short, red eyed retainer of Malleus. He smiled at you with his hands clasped to his chest, as if he'd just heard the most adorable thing ever.

"Lilia? What are you doing here?" You asked standing up.

"Oh, Malleus asked me to invite you over since he wouldn't be able to make it here today."

"See!" Lucas said pointing at Lilia. "Dad's thinking what I'm thinking! Let's go, Mom!"

You frowned lightly, "I don't think that's it ... At least I hope not."

Lilia crouched to the ground and stretched out his hands to Lucas, beckoning him over. "Well, you can't join now. But I'd be more than happy to teach you a thing or two to get you started if you'd like."

Lucas' grin widened, "Really," and he ran into Lilia's arms. "Yes, please!"

The man lifted him up easily, resting him against his hip. He did it with such a graceful familiarity as if he'd done the action many times before.

"Oh, no no, Lilia, I really don't think that's a good idea." You said reaching for your son.

"Oh nonsense. There's no better time than now to learn how to protect others. Especially living out alone in the wilderness like you do." Lilia booped your son's nose and started walking in the direction of the castle.

Hurriedly, you rushed after him. He surprisingly quick and light on his feet, you couldn't even hear the grass rustling underfoot as he walked.

"Lilia, he's way younger than all those guys I've seen training. He'll be trampled or skewered or something."

"No better way to train than under realistic circumstances."

"'Realistic?' What sort of things do you normally prepare for?"

Lilia tossed Lucas up onto his shoulders, holding onto his ankles lightly. Both boys giggled, the older one sounding more mischievous than the other.

Crimson eyes seemed to glint pink at you from the corner of the male's eye.

"One can never be too prepared, Y/N. Now, let's pick up the pace, shall we?"

***

You sat on a stone bench not too far away from the training grounds. Nervously, you chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching your son being taught the basics of sword wielding.

Meanwhile, Lucas beamed as he wiped sweat from his brow and eagerly flung around his wooden sword, that had just been an ordinary stick moments prior.

Lilia stood beside him, laughing and adjusting Lucas' stance as they trained together. Both parties seemed to genuinely enjoy the activity which did help you relax, but not entirely.

You understood that Lilia was perfectly capable of making a man out of your boy and that was the exact reason you couldn't help worrying.

What if Lucas enjoyed this so much he actually signed up to be part of Malleus' army? You wouldn't know what you would do, and God forbid some tragic fate befall your son while he was on the field.

The tapping of your foot increased as you thought about it more.

"You look nervous. Need anything?" A soft voice questioned.

Behind you stood the silver haired guard.

His expression was relaxed and he radiated a calm energy that soothed the furrow in your brow. 

Your body began to relax as you spoke to him. "Oh, no, thank you. Silver."

He nodded and looked over at the two your gaze had just been fixed upon. A fond smile worked its way onto his face and you could feel yourself slowly following suit.

"I see that fa-ah, I mean, Lilia has taken a liking to Lucas."

"It would seem so ... uhm Silver? Where is Sebek?"

"He's accompanying Malleus. Is there something you need from him?"

"No, Lucas was just asking for him earlier."

Silver hummed and looked back at you. "He'll be free before dinner. If you two would like to stay until then, I'm sure Malleus wouldn't mind. Though, he won't be present till much later."

"Who?"

"Malleus."

"Oh ...," you turned your attention back to the other pair. "Uh, Silver?"

"Yes?"

"He, um, he wouldn't be willing to let Lucas join his little army ... would he?"

"So that's what your worried about," he muttered to himself. "No, he won't. Especially if you don't approve of it."

You let out a sigh of relief.

"If you'll forgive my saying so, Mistress-"

"Just call me 'Y/N.' Please." You blushed in embarrassment at the title.

Silver hesitated a moment before complying. "Y/N. If your loved ones wish to do something reckless, it's good to warn them of the dangers of it. But, ultimately, the best way for one to learn is through experience."

You stared at him silently. 

"Preventing one from doing to much can cause them to harbor hate and lash out. As long as they see examples of danger, they can learn for themselves when something is a bad idea, and appreciate those who first tried to warn them."

You certainly didn't expect to hear that. Much less did you expect to hear it from this tired looking man.

"Lilia is a good man, you can trust him. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Everyone here is at your beck and call. Excuse me."

With that, Silver bowed and headed towards Lilia and Lucas.

E/C eyes trained on him, you pondered his words.

There was a truth to them. Afterall, you had learned about how to escape a threat after being threatened by Rias, more than you had just being lectured about it by your parents.

It wasn't a pleasant experience, but had helped you overall. Helped you get here.

You pursed your lips.

You still weren't keen on the idea of letting your son go off into war. But if he kept this up, if he got more serious about it and the training more rigorous, he might see why you opposed it. If not, at least he would have knowledge and the strength to protect himself from any threats and you could worry about him a little less.

That would be good, for him and for your peace of mind.

Letting out a sigh, you walked over to the group, water for your son in hand, "Lucas be sure to take breaks, okay."

Regardless if he agreed with you in the end or not,

"Mom! Did you see me? Wasn't that so cool? Papa Lilia is the best teacher ever!"

You ruffled his hair as he gulped the fluid, "'Papa Lilia?'"

"Yeah! He said I can call him that, right Papa?"

Lilia smiled tenderly. "Of course, little one."

He was in in safe hands here.

"In Ruins" Masterlist

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

reminder that there's actual stuff on the patreon once again, link in the pinned post :)

@capitalismdisruptedmybarbeque added an [image description] for blanket, thank you!

also thank you for all the boops, what a good website feature.

@optimus-jetpack asked: What is your favorite Kirby game? Probably asked before but I'm new to Tumblr and I love your drawings

my actual favorite is epic yarn, but if we're talking mainline only it's either crystal shards or forgotten land! I grew up with crystal shards and the design in forgotten land is super charming (as is the design in epic yarn lol). and thank you!

on [do not fuck with me] @nogoinghomegame said: roman reigns

how does it feel to be the funniest person on this website? I still think about this and it's been 2 months.

on [quicksand] @graycoin said: Yeah...that sounds like a rough day. :/ I hope all that leads to something better, at least.

thanks. I'll get the rest of the paperwork turned in this month and then we'll see I guess -n- (and thanks for all your other supportive words too)

on [pudding] @xurkitreeking said: I want to eat your art, i feel like it would make a satisfyingly cronch like one of those puffed air chip

omg that's so nice??? like puffed rice or something yeah, I can totally see what you mean

on [pudding] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I know things like spills are technically so small, but when you’re already at the end of your rope it’s fascinating how something like this can send you into a crying fit. you held it together so well for so long, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back

ugh yeah sometimes when there's already So Much you just look at it and you're like. haven't I already been through enough. but it's like, kind of a "safe" thing to get upset about? because it's obvious to anyone there that it happened and that it's unambiguously negative, even if it is only minor, and it's also not like you're taking space away from someone else or whatever.

on [reborn] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m not allowed to watch any more, after I laughed so hard I gave myself an asthma attack

that's so tragic, this world is in shambles

they also did a delightful [expansion] of [outline] that's just so fun honestly, I love that every single object has the same gormless expression that kirby already had lol

on [bug] @theraphos said: me irl, literally i was about to clean the tub earlier and noticed this baby spider that was seriously just a fuckin. dot. i somehow managed to get it in a cup unharmed

whenever there's a spider in like, the shower, or the sink, I always worry so much about it going unnoticed and getting drowned until I know it's moved somewhere safer (we are a pro-spider household)

on [injection] @fakejtwelve said: I hope new meds work well for you 💜

thank you! so far I feel about as bad as usual except that my nose is finally not congested. which I guess is something. (it usually takes a couple months to really kick in so there is still grounds for hope!)

on [ghost] @11-eyed-rook said: this purple is a good purple thank you

there are many good purples in the world :)

anonymous asked: what is kirby's favorite swear word

honestly I think he's partial to "fuck", it's just got a good arrangement of consonants in it. easy to apply forcefully to a variety of scenarios.

on [eyebrows] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what is their secret*

they definitely do not have a brown marker hidden behind their back :) don't bother checking you can trust them :)

on [pumpkin] @beardedhandstoadshark said: oh my god. Look at the lad. so round, so happy, so pumped (ha) to be here. no candles in and already glowing. happy halloween to everyone but especially this pumpkin (also as someone who can't cut circles for the life of me, let alone small ones, this seems genuinely impressive)

thanks! tbh my partner just handed me a steak knife and let me go, I smoothed it out some by just kinda like, jamming a finger in there to mush down any particularly jagged parts. it was a small pumpkin which probably helped.

@edgywithaheart asked: opinions on terminalmontages kirbo ?

excellent shape, excellent face. not all the jokes are For Me but clearly others enjoy them.

[magnuficent76]

Beep beep! Meet strange for Mephisto mayhaps?

BOOP BOOP !! Absolutely !

Meet Strange – What's the most memorable way your OC has ever met a new person? Was it a good experience? Bad experience? Just plain weird? How's their relationship with that person now?

♤ Honestly, meeting Mephisto is probably a way weirder experience for other people than the other way around ! That guy is Not Very Normal. Their most memorable meeting however, is probably with a lad named Forz, some silly scientist who stumbled all the way to its evil lair– warehouse with tons of injuries and asked them on his knees if they could transfer his conscience into a robot. It didn't do that, obviously, because it thought he was going through every stage of a heat stroke at first.

♤ Turns out he wasn't ! He was VERY insistent about proving something, so after it was sure there was absolutely no miscommunication... well, it didn't have anything else on schedule, so why not ? Post operation, guy's in a computer now, very happy about it. Can't stop spewing about how much work he's going to get done now without having to stop and take breaks, and Mephisto couldn't bring itself to tell him absolutely do not fucking do that you WILL need breaks to a guy too high off his rocker to actually mind. So, whatever. Weird experience but it hapoens !

♤ Few days after he was out the door, bunch of companymen were asking them to join their enterprise with lots of... suspiciously good benefits. He didn't end up accepting the offers, mostly because he was sketchy of a bunch of Business Men asking him to put people in robots for exploitative purposes, but yk. It was a funny story afterward :]

[sysig]

The lightswitch in my brain is flipped to fluff, so this

[yrluvjane]

Baby love

James Potter x fem!reader

"You literally forgot to switch off the bloody stove and almost burned down your family house." Y/n scoffed.

"I was young! And an idiot!" James defended, jogging to meet his girlfriend's accelerated pace.

"That was two weeks ago but five points for knowing what you are." Y/n said as she softly patted a pouting James's cheek.

"Okay, how about l cook and you can switch the stove on and off? And can you slow down.." He said slightly panting from running after his girlfriend the whole day. Y/n stopped and faced him.

"You can't cook. And before you say anything, last night you tried to cook spaghetti and ended up mixing up tomato paste with Harissa paste." Y/n winced the taste of hot chilli still present somewhere in her tongue.

"It was red! Tomatoes are red! And it was a paste!" He exclaimed, motioning with his hands.

Y/n sighed and began walking again, moving from corridor to the other. "The lasagna incident?" She said as James grimaced.

James had wanted to surprise Y/n with dinner and had asked Sirius for help, let's just say the kitchen had ended up wearing it.

"That was Padfoot's fault." Y/n rolled her eyes. "What about your barbecue party?"

"...okay that was on me.. But I didn't know you were supposed to oil it first." James said, he speed up a little and got in his girlfriend's way, making her stop.

He grabbed her hands and put on his best puppy look, which Y/n immediately recognised. "No! James, I don't need another incident!"

"Please!"

"No.

"Pleeease!!"

"No."

"Please! Please! Please!"

"James as I sai-. Do you hear that?" She stopped, her face expressing confusion.

"Hear what?" James asked mirroring Y/n's emotions.

Y/n furrowed her brows looking around, she scrunched up the sides of her robes in her hands and began speed walking towards a hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"I could've sworn l heard!-"

"AH GabLAA!" A voice shouted. Both James and Y/n's head snapped towards the direction of the voice.

The quickly rushed over to the voice and stood shocked infront of what they met.

"Is that a-" James began shocked.

"A baby!" Y/n finished happily as she cooed at the two year old looking human. "Hello! What are you doing here?" Y/n said as she picked the baby up in her arms.

The baby let out a string of incoherent words as Y/n face fell into one of 'awww' as many would call it. "Aren't you the most adorable little thing?Why don't we go find your parents, huh?" She said as she booped his nose, making it laugh.

James watched confused and sad as his girlfriend ignored him and just baby talked to the toddler who just giggled and clawed at her.

The only time she'd speak to him is when she'd say something along the lines of "Aww, James isn't he adorable?" Or "Jamie, look at him!"

James pouted and crossed her arms watching his so called girlfriend fawn over another guy, even if he was a two year old!

They turned around another corridor and faced a panicked woman, man, a young girl and a very worried Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, thank merlin!" The woman shouted running over to Y/n with tears in her eyes. "Thomas!" The man shouted relieved as the girl also ran over all huddling around Y/n.

"You must be his parents! I found this little lad all the way in the East Wing." Y/n chuckled as she moved to hand Thomas' to his parents.

James's lips lifted at the fact he gets his girlfriend back but he had hoped too high because the second she tried to pull him off 'Thomas' began crying.

The baby screamed and made grabby hands toward Y/n as his mum tried to shush him but there was no avail.

"He never let's anyone touch him." The woman said as she placed the baby back in Y/n's arm. It immediately stopped crying and began giggling and grabbing onto Y/n's chubby cheeks making James jealous because he was perfectly happy being the only one to do that.

"Well, Mr. And Mrs. Anderson this is Professor L/n, she is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and this is her partner-"

"James Potter!" The girl said as James smirked.

"I'm a big fan!" She said smiling wildly. "Bloody Hell, are you really?" Mr. Anderson asked awed.

"Pleasure to meet you." James said putting a hand put shaking the two starstruck fans. See, James happened to be one of the top three chasers in the world and held the number one spot in most scored goals.

"It's an honour to meet you...Me and my daughter are a big fans, she already said that, I'm sorry. We just moved to London from New York and we were hoping to transfer her from llvermorny to Hogwarts." Mr. Anderson said, every once in a while looking back at a beaming James.

"Well Hogwarts is great." Y/n said. Mrs. Anderson faced het with a soft smile. "How long have you been teaching here?"

"Three years."

"And how would you say your class is doing?"

She asked as Y/n blinked, not prepared for the question. "They do well."

"Professor L/n is being modest, every O.W.L and N.E.W.T student that ever entered her classroom has left with a bright 'O'" Professor McGonagall said smiling proudly at the blushing young Professor.

"Really?" All three Andersons faced Y/n with a shocked expression. "They do well." Y/n sheepishly replied. "That's amazing!" Mr. Anderson said.

"Why don't I show you to Charms?" McGonagall said but when Mrs. Anderson wished to get back her son he began screaming and thrashing once more.

"I've got an idea. I finished my classes today. Why don't I take the little rascal on a private tour of Hogwarts while McGonagall gives you your own and 'll meet by the Great Hall for lunch?" Y/n suggested.

"Oh no, we don't want to bother you!"

"Nonsense! I'll have him back by two. You enjoy your tour." Y/n said as James stared in horrified shock at the girl, his happiness being crushed even more when Mrs. Anderson agreed and the family left with McGonagall.

Now James stood in the middle of the hall, glaring at the two year old that was pulling on Y/n's under chin as the latter scrunched her nose and bounced the boy on her hip.

"Well, isn't this...Great." James said through gritted teeth.

"I know! So where should we go?" Y/n asked but she wasn't asking her boyfriend, she was asking the baby.

"I think the greenhouse is empty. Jamie, you coming?" She questioned as she began to walk away. Soon followed by her pissed off partner.

How come she's paying more attention to it than me? l'm the boyfriend! I should be the one getting hugs and cuddles and kisses! James angerly thought.

He was standing at the back of the Herbology classroom watching Y/n point to various plants, explaining them to their unwelcomed guest, who probably didn't understand anything that came out of her mouth.

He looked down on his watch for what felt like the twentieth time in ten minutes.

12:41

He sighed, "Y/n?"

"Yes, love? No, no." Y/n replied back as she pulled the baby away from a plant that looked as if it wanted to eat it.

"I'm hungry" James said.

Y/n faced him before looking down at her watch. "Well..I guess we could drop by the Kitchen."

"Great." James said as he walked over to her and threw an arm around her shoulder. The baby looked up at him and tilted it's head.

"This is my boyfriend, Jamie." She said as she lovingly put a hand on his chest. "Yes, boyfriend. The person she loves." James leaned down to kiss his girlfriend's cheek, glaring at it the whole time.

"So, food?"

Around 15 minutes later they sat around a small kitchen island with tens of House elfs shuffling around them, placing plates over plates of food a front of them.

Y/n was on one side of the table, wand over a bowl of boiled potato and carrots. She began to motion her wand in a circle, magicing the contents to stir and mush into eachother.

"Y/n, love." James said as he walked over to her and shoved a spoonful of food in front of her startled face.

She blinked once-twice before her face softening and opened her mouth so that James could feed her.

"What was that for?" She asked teasingly. She shrunk a spoon and changed its colour to yellow and blue before she began to feed the monstrous beast that was stealing his girlfriend.

"Just a reminder that I love you." He said lovingly, forgetting about the small human. That was until the abomination decided to grab a handful of mush and chuck it at James's face.

Y/n gasped as James's face made an 😵. "Jamie..." Y/n began as she put the laughing Thomas down on the counter and grabbed a napkin.

James's face scrunched up in disgust as he let out a whimper of his ego and pride being hurt. "I'm so sorry." Y/n whispered as she led him to a chair and began wiping his face.

"Dippy?" Y/n asked.

Not a second later a house elf appeared, Y/n kindly asked her to take care of Thomas for a few minutes as she finished something.

"I hate it." James said as Y/n gently wiped his face. He was sitting on a stool, his girlfriend standing in between his legs, both his hands on her hips.

"It?"

"That child." He said angerly. Y/n paused for a moment and looked at him with an amused grin.

"James, are you jealous of a baby?"

"I-No!"

"Is this why you've been in a bad mood since we met him?" She asked as James looked mortified, unable to speak.

She let out a loud laugh that ringed out in the empty room. "I'd appreciate it if you did not laugh at me."

"Oh, James." She said as she wetted a cloth and cleaned his face for the last time before drying it.

"I'm not gonna pick a baby over you." She said as she kissed his nose. "You ignored me the whole day." He stated. He looked up at Y/n with slight widened eyes. "Do-...Do you want a baby?"

Y/n's mouth paused at an 'O', barely letting out any sound. She shook her head off the trance and spoke.

"I mean sure, I'd love to have a child someday. My mum was a doctor, sometimes I'd go with her. I'd spend my time with newborns and helping the nurses, i guess that's why i like them so much. Do you want one?"

James furrowed his brows as he thought.

He wondered what it would be like to have a child. He's thoughts flashed to Y/n with Thomas. Her playing with him, calming him, feeding him.

He imagined himself, Y/n and a small baby, scattered around the kitchen. Y/n by the stove, humming as she cooked. A little child sitting on the table playing with blocks.

James entering an wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist, kissing her head and whispering Good morning. Him moving over to the child, hugging it and doing the same thing.

Him and the child playing outside in the large yard. Him teaching them Quidditch. Taking them to the station for Hogwarts.

Him and Y/n on either side of the bed, the child in between them as Y/n read them a book to sleep and him making funny, silly faces and deep mocking voices.

Him, Y/n and the child all siting on the ground at night, in front of the warm fireplace, a board game in between them.

He seemed to snap out of this fantasy when Y/n cupped his cheek. He stared at her worried expression. "James look-"

"Yea, I'd love to have a child with you someday." He said and watched as her face morphe into surprise.

"You want a baby...with me?" She asked softly as she brushed her thumb over his jaw. James smiled confidently. "Yeah, I do."

Her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she broke into a smile and a shakey laugh escaped her mouth.

"Don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry." James said as he sat her on his lap and wiped away her tears.

He removed her hands from his face and turned to hold her to his chest, head lying on his shoulder. One hand rubbed her back while the other cradled her head. “I love you.” He whispered softly, kissing Y/n's hand, then her temple.

"I love you more, James. So much more." She whispered as she tilted her head up and kissed the side of his neck. James tilted his head so he faced her and brought their lips together for a kiss filled with undoubted love.

They sat in their position for a few minutes until James broke the silence. "I just realised something."

"We still have to take care of Thomas." Y/n said as she rested her head tiredly against James.

"We still have to take care of Thomas." James repeated matter-of-factly and chuckled for the first time today.

"I'm seriously regreting this now." Y/n said as she shut her eyes.

"There's....20 minutes to lunch." James said.

Y/n sighed and pushed herself off James. Just before she could leave, he twirled her into his arms one more and kissed her lovingly.

When they pulled away, Y/n stood in his arms with a soft smile. "Y/n?" He asked between kisses.

"Mmm?"

"Can I cook tonight?" He asked.

Y/n pulled away. She angerly stared at him before leaving out the door, cursing.

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@twilightlover2007 I'm so sorry it's late, I got even sicker. (Now I'm well, thank you.) I only finished half of it today. I hope you like it.

[crabonfire]

poly tf2 mercs x reader??

lmao sorry- my mind cant make up which character to like so

you have no idea I have been YEARNING for someone to request this! I'm literally polyamorous myself and oh my god thank u so much!!! I let out a loud squeal when I read this bcs I was so happy

Poly!Mercenaries X Reader!

characters: all mercs :)

Scout and Pyro

Engineer, Demoman and Soldier

Spy and Sniper

Heavy and Medic

warning: none!!!

note: reader is gender neutral! plus if u like this I might make a part two with different polyamorous mercs :D

♡Scout and Pyro♡

• scouts love language is acts of service and pyro's is quality time.

• someone needs to put all three of you in a psych ward

• sometimes when you all go on a walk in the street Scout will accidentally cause trouble with someone and Pyro will join in and fight them and you either join in or get them out before the cops come.

• oh my god.

• they're pretty fun to be with. Scout is usually a flustered mess whenever Pyro or you show any affection towards him due to the fact he had to fight for affection from his mother as a child. Its new to him, especially by two of the people he adores.

• Pyro and Scout draw together, and whenever your down they will both make you doodles of stuff that makes you happy. They will make your room super comfortable while Pyro gets a bunch of snacks from the fridge, sitting together to get ready for movies!

• You guys have this thing where whenever one of yall are feeling down, Scout goes to buy an insanely terrible movie and the last person to laugh or groan at the movie wins. It really cheers you up.

They're not the best at comforting words, so they show comfort by actions.

They're both pretty clingy! An hour away from you Pyro is already whining while Scout is just trying to make due. But usually they'll still have a good time together, sometimes going on their own dates while your away.

If they go somewhere, they'll get you something from there as a "souvenir" and beg you to come there the next time they go so nobody gets left out.

• Scout loves peppering the both of you with kisses, he doesn't mind that Pyro has a mask usually he'll be silly and blow Pyro a kiss from the distance. It makes the both of you giggle, he's such a goof.

Pyro gives you both mask kisses...Well more like boops. Though if your far into your relationship, day by day he'll start opening up more about himself. He starts by not wearing gloves around you, to lifting his mask up slightly to give you both a proper kiss. (random but I headcannon my boy has a tooth gap :D)

It makes both of your hearts melt to know he trusts you enough to do this, and he's thankful for your patience.

The three of you look very chaotic to other people but alone together you are just real sweet to each other. They both get so calm around you that they don't feel the need to show off or cause chaos, yall just wanna hang out sometimes yk?

♡Engineer, Demoman, and Soldier♡

• Engie's love language is quality time, Demo's is words of affirmation, and Soldier's is acts of service AND quality time.

• goddamnit yall r so cute

• the actual power couple

• Let me describe to you what they are like

Dell's the calm one, he's usually the one getting the three of you out of trouble but he himself loves a little fun sometimes.

Demo is the fun one, he always takes you all out on interesting landmarks and sometimes even dangerous activities that might kill you.

Soldier is the loud one, he will not shut the fuck up. He loves to hear yall talk about your day, loves to gossip about how work has been, but also loves to speak about his achievements and show all three of you off to random people he meets.

• "THIS IS ENGIE! HE HAS 11 PHDS AND HE IS A GENIUS! SMARTER THAN YOULL EVER BE."

"Aw geez Solly, ya don't have to say that..."

And then

"DEMOMAN! BEST FRIEND AND BOYFRIEND, I LOVE HIM. HES VERY SWEET! HE CAN SWOON ANYBODY!"

"Lad...yer makin me blush."

or even

"THIS IS Y/N! ARE YOU SHOCKED BY THEIR GORGEOUSNESS? I AM TOO. DONT GET TOO CLOSE, YOU MIGHT FALL FOR THEM."

"Pfft-Soldier..."

• in general yall r just adorable. They're all so sweet to each other and to you too, yall always eat together and they'll always be there for you if you wanna rant or vent about your day.

All of them are amazing listeners, and good at comforting...how?? How did you get so damn lucky? They'll cuddle up around you as one of them holds you, listening to you talk and ramble about how bad of a day its been.

Soldier will give you a motivational and surprisingly really helpful speech, Demoman will hype you up and tell you it's gonna be okay, and Engie likes to make you your favorite foods to make you feel better.

They're not as touch starved as others may think, but one day they don't see you they start to miss you a lot. Please don't leave them alone for too long, they can go mess around together but it doesn't feel the same with you left out.

♡Sniper and Spy♡

• snipers love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, Spy's is quality time and gift giving.

• you get so spoiled with affection by them

• sniper was always a secluded man, so was spy. But brought together they were amazing....and then your here? The whole relationship is so sweet.

• Sniper will hold your hand any chance he gets, Spy holding your other hand. You three like to go on quiet walks at noon, enjoying the weather and even going to a cafe on the way.

• Spy absolutely spoils the both of you with gifts, expect a gift from him atleast two times a week.

• you guys don't really go to loud areas since Sniper doesn't enjoy them, so your dates are usually real intimate.

I'm talking picnics under a tree as the sun is setting, watching the clouds as the three of you joke and talk about.

Or, romantic dates by the sea...enjoying the scenery and maybe even going for a swim.

You three are the most calm couple out of all of them I'd say.

Even though sniper and spy have many differences, they still are so cute together! they match like puzzle pieces and are great to be with.

• though...there are times those differences do get to them. Sometimes they'd have petty fights over...something. if this does happen, just talk to them both about it and give them some time, they'll just hug it out and it'll be fine then.

• if your ever upset, they will try their best to be there. Sniper will comfort you with the sweetest things you've ever heard, holding you tightly. While Spy gets a reservation at a private restaurant booked for the three of you that night, taking you out and making you forget about your troubles.

♡Heavy and Medic♡

• Heavy and Medic both are acts of service and quality time.

• aw :)

• okay this might be even sweeter than all of them

• the two of them are even more secluded than Sniper and Spy. Medic is usually always in his medbay working away, while Heavy is usually resting, cleaning Sasha, or doing light reading to pass the time.

They're not much talkers unless the topics really interest them, so that's why your here!

The three of you are like that old couple down your street who do the most corny shit ever, knitting for each other except its with medic and heavy and you lmao

• Heavy and Medic teach each other their language, and you get taught too! If you also happen to speak another language, expect them to wanna learn it.

Yall have duolingo sessions and it's the cutest shit ever.

"Okay now say, 'Apa kabar, nama saya' then you say your name."

"...Apa...Kahbar? Nahma saye-"

"Pfft-BAHAHAHHAAHA-"

you laugh your ass off as the two of them are desperately trying to spell what your saying. They end up laughing too! It's a fun thing you three do in as little dates.

(ps what I wrote is read as uh-pah- kuh-bar- nah-ma sa-yuh" it's indonesian!! fun fact otd)

• Heavy likes to write the both of you Russian literature, you both don't quite understand what they mean but after a couple months of studying with him you both melt due to how sweet they are.

• Medic loves to ramble about his experiments, he will never ever ask you to volunteer unless its something that he knows won't hurt either of you.

When Heavy misses the both of you, he will carry you both in his arms and hug yall tightly.

"Heavy has missed you both."

"Aw, I've missed you too babe."

"Ja, its been boring without jou!"

Yall are just really wholesome.

• if your ever upset, truthfully speaking they won't know how to comfort you in words. So they will show it by just being there for you.

Heavy will squeeze your hand while letting you cry into him, as Medic made you tea as it soothes the nerves. They will both just let you cry it all out, not knowing how to reply much.

But the next day, they will just make sure that day is amazing. They will both go out of their way to make sure nothing van ruin your mood for that day to make up for yesterday. Broke your favorite pencil? Heavy will get you a better one. You feel dizzy? Come over to medbay, Medic will prepare and make sure they never bother you again.

They're so sweet it gives you cavities, even though they don't know how to say it, they sure are good at showing you. (I love men sm♡)

Hope u enjoyed!

we need more poly mercs.

-sincerely, a polyamorous person

[ash-imagines]

How do you think Leon and Raihan from pokemon would deal with a s/o who has the second evolution of the Orbug line. It’s basically a beeping box. The pokemon can’t do anything for itself and it’s slow and all it does is beeps and boops cutely. S/o constantly has to pick it up when they’re going places if it’s not in the pokeball. “It’s unfair to leave it in the pokeball just cuz it can’t get around like everybody else”. The pokemons always trying to race other faster pokemon and constantly loses badly. S/o never uses it for battle. One day, it turns into an Orbug and it flies up to Leon’s face with it’s creepy smile, one moment is not anywhere to be seen, but the next it’s an inch in front of his face, but it’s just happy to see him?

I think both of them are endeared by the little thing. Some people use their Pokémon for battling, some people rely on their Pokémon to help them, and some people just like having the company of a funny little lad that goes beep boop. What's better is that a Pokémon can often surprise you in the best of ways. Sometimes you judge a Pokémon too quickly, and you think there's no way it could battle all that well. Both Raihan and Leon have battled enough people by now to know that any Pokémon is capable of becoming strong in battle if you train it with love. Really, even if you never plan on it entering a battle, the love part is what matters most.

That's why, when it eventually evolves, it's a very exciting moment! Some Pokémon have to meet certain criteria or be exposed to certain things before they evolve, but that's thankfully not the case for Dottler. Well, it's an Orbeetle now. Whether you have Orbeetle battle now or if they continue to just be your bug buddy, it's clear that they mean a lot to you. No complaints here... except perhaps the small heart attack it gave Leon, but he'll live.

[loyally-unfaithful]

domestic life hc—tartaglia | childe

word count: 2.8k

pairing: tartaglia | childe/gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n:  idk man i got the childe brainrot,, fictional kgb member, i love you <3

who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?

childe would do it a lot to you, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

not that he doesn’t like giving you nose kisses—he still loves kissing you in general <3

it’s just that when you both just started out, your reaction would be more potent. you’d be more flustered, stammering as you stared him with wide eyes.

if you asked him why, he’d give a smile that’s so painfully honeyed, while his eyes twinkled with mischief.

« you’re just too cute when you act all shy. » his voice teasing.

but here’s the secret.

he is not immune to nose boops.

do not hesitate to do it to him!! give him a taste of his own medicine!!!

he will not expect your boldness and he will be caught very off guard.

his own reaction would be just or even more incredible than yours, actually sksksksk.

tease him and reap the rewards man.

he’d snap up and blink at you, surprised. not quite believing that yes, actually, two can play at this game. he’d try to stutter out a witty comeback, but it holds no bite due to the furious blush covering his face.

either way, the both of you would laugh it out.

nowadays tho, you mostly just playfully roll your eyes at him and smile lazily, waiting until he gives you a kiss on the lips too.

who sits on their partner’s lap as they wrap their arms around their partners neck?

this man is your throne and you will sit on your rightful place.

real talk tho, childe makes a p decent chair considering. and he actually likes having you on his lap—it gives him free and unrestricted access to everything.

his arms would snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he’s not letting his prey you go anytime soon, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

as you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands may even wander elsewhere.

maybe you’ll simply hold each other close, tenderly closing the distance between the two of you, happy to have his affection, and him yours.

or maybe he’ll take it as an opportunity to kiss you, roughly, with desire, with want, until you’re breathless and your lips are bruised. this position, you think, as you feel his hand sneak under your clothes and trace your bare skin (which now feels unbearably hot), may also lead to something else. something more.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

who kisses the inside of their partner’s palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?

before setting off on his travels, childe would press a gentle kiss on the inside of your hand, reassuring. it’s a message, a reminder, a promise.

a promise that he’ll stay safe, that’ll he’ll return to you, unharmed.

he does it to soothe your worries and let you know that there was nothing to be worried about—he doesn’t want you to get all stressed on his behalf. as much as it pains him to part from you for too long, he needs to do what he must; but he’ll be thinking of you and your health every step of the way.

so like

to go on a bit of a tangent

we know that childe’s work, as a fatui—a harbinger no less—is of course very dangerous. and even though he’s more than capable of handling whatever his travels throw at him, you can’t help but be worried for him.

and i also feel like, if you didn’t know this [his true nature] from the get-go, he’d hide his actual line of work or obfuscate most of the details from you.

it’s because he doesn’t want to stress you with the more gruesome details.

if you were never aware of the darker side of his profession, then he’d rather not have your perception of him be tainted. in your eyes, he was just sweet, darling tartaglia—not the murderer or weapon of war that he really was—and he'd prefer to keep it that way.

he’s aware that fatuis get bad rap as is, and he doesn’t know how he’d feel if his status made you afraid of him, or even worse, detest him. you hating him was the last thing he wanted.

you generally respect his boundaries, and accept whatever vague descriptions he gives you about his current “commission” (location, length of time). you have your doubts about his work as a “merchant”, but you have faith that he’ll see his endeavours through, even if you yourself are unsure and concerned.

anyway i…

i’m getting horribly off topic 0A0

moving on—

who initiates the forehead touch™?

after a long day of gruelling work, he’d probably long for your touch and affection, without exactly having the energy left to really vocalise his feelings. 

or at least, eloquently.

that’s why on quiet evenings, he’d seek you out and gently press his forehead against yours, pleased; you happy enough to follow his lead.

maybe childe lays his head on your lap while you play with his hair, untangling knots that have somehow formed in his unruly hair. at some point, he may reach out and pull you closer, close enough that your foreheads are touching. close enough to feel his warm breath fan your face.

you have to bend down a bit, and truthfully the position’s awkward, but your back’s protests are the last thing in your mind as you stare back into his pearlescent blue eyes.

despite his weariness, your comfort brings a smile to his face.

sometimes, he may even murmur something about how happy he was to be back home.

no words are exchanged, but there doesn’t need to be.

the love is there, and the both of you are content enough to simply revel in it.

where do they first say “I love you”?

things such as “i love you” and “i need you” are hard to utter for childe.

it’s a sign of weakness for him, and it’s a sign of weakness he does not wish to reveal nor acknowledge. if he says it, if he says that he loves you, he’s admitting a defect.

he has very little allies, and his enemies would not hesitate to take advantage of any leverage they can get. he doesn’t want you to be in danger because of him, he doesn’t want you to be used against him.

so admitting such vulnerability is very difficult for him.

however, though childe may be cold and calculated, tartaglia, ajax, is a man of feelings.

despite his consternation, he puts great importance over his loyalties and whom he offers his love to.

the first time he admits that he loves you, it is with great difficulty, as if it was a sin he shan’t utter.

he loves you, he thinks, but he cannot vocalise.

the first time he admits it, it was an accident. an impulse, the words whispered out against his consent, escaping before he was able to hold them in.

he carelessly lets the phrase out, and a part of him regrets while the other rejoices.

you make him weak when no other stands a chance to subjugate him so.

he hates it and he loves it oh so much.

it’s so so dangerous, and yet he is addicted.

he loves you.

who wraps their arms around their partner who’s cooking?

ok so like, it’s canon:

his siblings acknowledge him as the “the bestest big brother ever!” because he can cook and do housework. we stan a househusband.

anyway, this means that he’s at least a decent chef.

but because of his busy schedule as a harbinger, he rarely ever finds the time to cook, or to even be home. when he does get home, he would greet you before promptly passing tf out.

so he’d usually buy food when he remembers to eat. besides, his salary pretty much allows him to savour whatever liyue delicacy he wants to. the price, whatever it may have been, was negligible.

but honestly, truly, regardless of how luxurious and mouth-watering such expensive dishes were, nothing could beat home cooking. it hit different.

knowing this, you tended to prepare enough for two during dinner and save his portion on the dining table for when he gets home while you retreated to bed.

but on the off chance that he does get a day off, you best bet he’ll spend all that time within your presence. he is not letting you out of his sight and his arm’s reach.

he’ll ask you what you wanted to do. what you wanted to eat; he would treat you to anything, to repay your kindness, your thoughtfulness, as a way to say thank you, to say he’s glad to have you here and that he honestly truly cares for you.

you didn’t have to make him food but u did 🥺

if you said you just wanted something homemade, or if you wanted to taste what traditional snezhnayan food, he’d be more than happy to make you some of his favourite comfort food.

honestly you’re just shook that the man knows how to cook, and is quite good at it. an unexpected talent that makes you go “damn he’s the one, lads.”

as he works his magic, you’d help him around here and there, bringing this and chopping that. but for the most part, you’d just be his distraction and annoy him.

he will also annoy you back tbh.

playful digs and shade will be thrown… among other things being thrown…

yeah… cleaning up the kitchen is going to be a pain after this…

but he wouldn’t have it any other way—neither would you, for that matter.

you’re either gonna make something very delicious or nothing’s getting done, there’s no in between. you set the tone for this day dkfjd

if you want a chance in hell to actually get to eat something at the end, your best plan is to just wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. you’d pepper his skin with kisses while he tries his best to not be distracted from the task at hand (and maybe not slice his hand open with a knife).

oh well, what’s a little collateral damage here and there?

he’s here.

he’s yours, at least for now.

and you will take advantage of this.

who breaks out the first aid kit when the other gets a paper cut?

paternal cell.

paternal cell.

paternal cell.

we know childe do be a family man tho.

like let’s be honest, this man is a family man.

he loves his siblings and he loves his family. he has a very honest protective streak over his family and proclaimed loved ones. he hates seeing them hurt or unhappy so he will do anything to avoid such a situation.

if it does happen, he will do his damndest to remedy it.

so if he sees you getting hurt, even if it was simply just a paper cut, you best believe it’s protective ajax time and he’s pulling out the first aid kit.

bandaids, antiseptic, anti-inflammatory lotion, you name it. you tell him you don’t actually need half of these items and he shushes you before fussing over you.

he is making sure whatever ailment you have will heal up nicely and quickly.

he doesn’t want to see ur hurt :( and he rlly hopes u heal as fast as possible. you being hurt hurts him tenfold.

but not to worry, if he gets hurts? you’re also there very very quickly. you will rush to his side and you will fret over him, and his heart will fall all over for you once more, because you care about him and honestly it’s a nice feeling.

to be cared for.

maybe he doesn’t mind getting hurt if it means you would give him all of your attention and dote on him.

he just has to make sure you don’t find out he’s been getting injured intentionally because that’s instant banishment to the sofa for at least a few days.

who cuddles up to the other?

i like to imagine childe is a pretty affectionate dude, as in, he’s pretty touchy-feely. there’s also a little bit of possessiveness i think.

a lot of pda with this guy.

he wants to hold you close, he wants to be able to feel you near him.

so regardless of the time and place, he will make it known that you’re his, as he is yours.

it is no different as to when you’re in private. he’d snuggle up to you.

idk he just likes being near you? holding you, touching you, feeling you.

sometimes he can be a little restless in bed. if he doesn’t immediately conk out, he might build up some nighttime anxiety and paranoia. having you sleep soundly besides him makes it a little more bearable. it makes him feel safe and it certainly grounds him.

he finds that he sleeps a lot better and wakes up feeling a little more refreshed when you’re there with him.

of course, you were more than happy to reciprocate and curl up to him, his arms enveloping you.

though he might make a bit of a fuss and whinge, he lowkey highkey likes being in your arms. he won’t admit it, but being the little spoon is nice actually.

childe won’t ask for it or anything, he still wants to save face, but as you cuddle, the two of you would gradually shift until he has his head over your chest and he can hear the rhythmic beating of your heart. calming him.

who falls asleep on who? what is their reaction when the other falls asleep on them?

because of his job as a harbinger (not that you know that), he rarely ever comes home early or during normal human waking hours, so despite your determination you’re usually asleep by the time he slips inside your shared home.

that or by the time childe was comfortably sat next to you, more than happy to cuddle and listen to you ramble on about your day your excitement has already worn off, and in its place, drowsiness.

but it’s ok.

he would smile softly to himself, you asleep in his arms, small smile gracing your own lips, and gently lift up and carry you to your shared bedroom. slowly, carefully, he’d place himself near you without waking you up.

oh well, it can’t be helped. he’s happy enough to be around you, to have someone waiting for him.

but on the off chance you’re still awake while he was asleep, you would definitely take this chance to admire him, quietly watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

without that characteristic smug and self-satisfied grin, you’d wager he looked “innocent” you chuckle. but “innocent” and “childe” don’t belong in the same sentence.

stroking his hair, you’d notice how he looked so peaceful, carefree, even, when he’s asleep, and you long for the time when he’d look such a way when he was awake

you’d gently kiss his forehead, unable to bring yourself to break his peaceful repose to bring him to bed. instead, you wrapped a blanket you nabbed from childe’s bedroom around his shoulders and settle in his arms, happy to be near the man you love.

the next day, the both of you may wake up with terribly stiff necks rip

who likes to be held and who likes to hold?

i feel as if this is a shared sentiment. you both hold each one another an equal amount. ^u^

he’s used to being the older brother, the protector to his younger siblings, and he doesn’t oppose to having that role.

so in true childe fashion, he’d tease you for being all cuddly and insatiably hungry for his affection, but coddles you all the same (because he just loves the thought of, and being, held close).

you on the other hand love being adored by the object of your affection, paying no mind to his quips (ok maybe paying a little mind, as you huff and playfully hit him for being mean).

it’s ok though. he makes it up through his actions. and being paid attention to, cared for, adored and cherished by childe? you revel in it.

when you take him in your arms, he feels immensely happy and relieved.

to know that you care for him, that you’re looking out for him and that you love him—it brings forth a part of him he has long believed to have locked away and discarded.

a part of him that would’ve been considered weak, a part of him that wishes to be vulnerable, protected, and loved.

he figures that when it’s with you, it’s alright. he embraces it all the same because he trusts you.

you’re both smitten and you think to yourself that it’s alright his way.

because you have his heart, and he has yours.

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[bailey-reaper]

Please write about that adorable Klint and Barok concept art. Those two, and Balmung, need a lot of fluff, considering what will happen 12 years later...

Leg Day

Notes: I feel this on a spiritual level, anon. I love those two brothers so much and I want nothing more than for them to be able to live out these happy, halcyon days for far longer than the handful of years that will be afforded to them...

I hope you enjoy you request!

Content Warnings: Tia continues to take liberties with the van Zieks family. Disgraceful.

The pleasant chirping of birdsong filled the air as Barok and his big brother made their way through the grounds of the Estate toward the oldest tree in the forest –– a grand oak that was well over 45 metres tall and, according to legend, would produce a single golden acorn once every several hundred years.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it brother?" Barok chimed, smiling brightly as he held his brothers hand and followed his lead.

"Mmm!" Klint nodded enthusiastically, "A splendid day, and perfect for training!" they arrived at the old oak, Klint shrugged out of his formal scarlet jacket and tossed it on one of the lower branches, "Come now, Barok, do you remember your stretches?"

"Yes! I do!" the young boy set about showing Klint that he had indeed remembered and had been practicing his stretches, "Like this?"

"Perfect," Klint watched carefully, "You've certainly improved your form, little brother, I'm most impressed!" the young boy beamed, clearly delighted at being praised, "Now... let us see how your diligence has paid off!" he patted the oak, which they had come to affectionately refer to as 'Old Oaky', before planting his foot firmly against the trunk whilst his body remained perfectly upright –– practically doing the splits while standing, "Oh ho!" taking a knife from his back pocket, "I do believe I've just managed to improve upon my previous best!" he scored a line at the tip where his boot was currently pressed.

"Congratulations, brother!" Barok said, "That's amazing!" he then proceeded to follow suit, planting his little buckle-shoed foot against the trunk whilst trying with all his might to perform the same acrobatic feat as Klint. Sadly he was a long way off, "... It seems I still have quite a ways to go..."

"But look!" Klint said, as he scored a mark into the bark, "You're almost an entire shoe higher than last time!"

"Oh!" the young boy's eyes widened, before he smiled with delight, "You're right!"

"I told you, didn't I? The key is in the stretches! Keep them up, Barok, and you'll be able to do this in no time," he patted his own thigh as if to demonstrate what 'this' was.

"Yes! I shall do my very best!" Barok promised, then he laughed, "Look brother! Balmung is having a go as well!"

Klint craned his neck around Old Oaky, to see his greyhound merrily relieving himself against the tree, "Um... yes, in his own way I suppose he is. Good show, Balmung!"

The dog barked in recognition of the praise.

"Now! How about we head home for some tea and scones? I think we've earned it!"

"Oh yes, I should like that very much!" Barok said as he hoisted his leg off the trunk and did a few further stretches.

Klint grabbed his jacket and held it haphazardly as they made their way back for a pleasant afternoon tea. He smiled as he watched his little brother trotting beside him, truly the young boy never failed to lift his own spirits. What a special young lad Barok was, able to bring joy without doing a thing.

"Is there something on my face, brother?" Barok asked, looking up when he realised Klint was watching him.

"Hmmm," Klint lightly booped his nose, "Just a cute little snoot!"

"Ah!" Barok laughed cheerfully at having been booped.

[solohux]

Would you be willing to write something with kylux triplets? Two Force sensitive girls that are always at Kylo's heels, and one shy little Force null boy that is always with his mama. And as a bonus Hux is pregnant again, this time with twins.

Maybe they decide to take the kids planetside for a picnic?

Naboo is beautiful in springtime. The final remnants of a cold winter have been washed away in a stunning splash of green; trees, grass, and gorgeous fauna blooms in vibrant colours all across the capital. The temperature is moderate enough that Hux doesn’t feel as though the sun is trying to take revenge on him for stealing one of their kin for Starkiller’s power.

Hux stares up at the sky, closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling of warmth on his face and the coolness of the breeze. He lies flat on his back upon a patchwork blanket—one that he knitted when he was pregnant with the triplets—and feels the tensions of his body melt away. For once, he’s happy to be planetside and not stuck on one of his beloved starships, breathing clean air instead of recycled, able to wear something other than his white Grand Marshal’s uniform; the latter is getting a little tight on his three month pregnant bump. With twins on the way to accompany the existing triplets, Hux is grateful for a rare moment of respite.

“Mama?”

Hux sits up and finds that his four year old son has been woken up from his nap, no doubt by the excitable squeals from his sisters as they play in the tall grass with their father.

“Arlo,” Hux says softly, sitting up and shuffling over to where his son still lies curled up beneath his comfort blanket. “Did your loud sisters wake you up?”

The boy nods, suckling on his thumb as he climbs into Hux’s lap and snuggles against him. His soft, dark hair tickles the underside of Hux’s chin as the two watch Kylo and the girls running around in the open field, using the Force to play with each other, throwing and catching a ball.

Hux kisses the top of Arlo’s head. He wonders if the boy ever gets jealous or feels left out by his lack of Force sensitivity. Both Evie and Allie have the potential to be as strong as Kylo one day but Arlo is just like Hux; completely null. Whilst the two red-haired girls clearly prefer Kylo’s company—likely a result of his familiar Force signature—it’s obvious that Arlo gets comfort from Hux. The little boy may be an almost-identical copy of Kylo in his appearance but his lack of powers make him more of a ‘Hux’ than a ‘Ren’.

“You’re thinking loudly,” Kylo says, plonking himself down on the picnic blanket and grabbing a chilled sandwich from the basket.

“I’m just worried about him,” Hux says quietly, wrapping Arlo in an embrace and rocking him. “What if the new babies are Force sensitives too? What if he’s the only one who isn’t?”

Kylo shuffles closer to Hux until their hips are touching, “Then he’ll be the only one. It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t want him to be left out. Or jealous of the rest of them.”

“He won’t be,” Kylo says, shaking his head and setting his sandwich aside. He nudges his finger against Arlo’s little hand and the boy takes hold of it, smiling when Kylo tries to wriggle free and boop his nose. “He doesn’t need powers to be strong. Just like you don’t. Isn’t that right, Arlo? You and Mama don’t have the same powers as Papa and your sisters but that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Arlo says, smiling up at Hux with shining dark eyes. “Mama and me are the same!”

“Sweetheart,” Hux smiles too, bouncing Arlo in his lap and sending him into excitable giggles. “And Mama & Papa love you, Evie and Allie in exactly the same way. All three of you are precious to us.”

Arlo leaps up and hugs his parents at the same time, wrapping one little arm around each of them. Hux knows that Kylo is right about their son but he can’t shake off his worry just yet. Their children still have a lot of growing to do and with two more on the way, Hux hopes that he’s able to split his attention equally without any of his precious children feeling left out. He won’t allow himself to disappoint them.

“Come play, Arlo!” Evie shouts as Allie runs up to where Hux and the shy lad sit on the blanket, holding the ball in her hands.

“Your sisters want you, sweetheart,” Hux says, smoothing down the boy’s unruly hair. “Do you want to go to them?”

“Mm hmm,” Arlo stands up from Hux’s lap and takes Allie’s hand before running off into the grass.

Hux sighs, leaning against Kylo as the two watch their children play with their ball, kicking it to each other and throwing it—no sign of any powers in sight.

“They don’t use the Force to play when he’s around,” Kylo says, placing a kiss on top of Hux’s head and entwining their fingers together. ”They don’t want him to be excluded.”

“They’re good girls,” Hux says, proud of his daughters. “Can they sense his feelings?”

“Sometimes, I guess,” Kylo shrugs. “Surface emotions, yes. Sensing deeper feelings requires practice, refinement. They’ll learn to do it one day.”

Hux hums in acknowledgement, watching the triplets running around with smiles on the faces.

“I’m sorry,” Hux says. “I worry for him. Without the Force, I wonder whether he’ll be able to protect himself if we aren’t around.”

“Armitage,” Kylo sighs, guiding his pregnant lover to lie down beside him on the blanket. Hux rests his head on Kylos chest, their hands still entwined. “Would you say those things to yourself?”

“What?”

“All those doubts in your mind about Arlo and his future because he isn’t Force sensitive, about how he’d struggle to protect himself. Would you tell yourself that you’re weaker because you’re null?”

“Not weaker,” Hux says, spitting that word out, hearing Brendol’s voice inside of his mind for a moment before casting it out. “Force sensitives are no better than nulls. Stronger, perhaps—”

“No,” Kylo interrupts. “We aren’t stronger. Nulls have a different kind of strength, one that obviously isn’t gifted by the Force. You have it, Arlo has it. A drive and a fight to survive. It’ll make him powerful, strong. He doesn’t need the Force, Hux. He has your strength inside of him instead.”

Hux wants to argue Kylo’s point but his head and heart won’t allow him to utter a word, because he knows that his lover is right.

Arlo will be fine. He is, after all, his mother’s son.

[thefoundationproject]

I have to ask, how dare you be so good with 1) introducing blink-and-you'll-miss them-characters from canon and fully selling me on them/their personality. And 2) Rare. Pairs.

I mean WTH. I barely knew about Bacara but now because of you I think about Grumpy Introverted Space Marine every second of every day. Ponds! Glittering beautiful huggable Bro-Mom! Fox! 'Nuff said. Rex was already amazing, but Soft Wars Rex??? No words. Rex'ika is canon fight me! Kam'ika! Neyo! My prickly sourly love! I'd always wondered what kinda character would program WAC-47 ... Soft Wars Neyo would. He would 1000% no remorse. All of the Shebse and Edee and Chekar and the Fenns and Alphas and literally everyone. Just *chefs kiss*

And then the gosh darned rare pairs. Bacara/Rex make me gooey inside but also make me want to cry. Kit better bundle those boys up!! Fox/Ponds are the best duo in the galaxy and I want them to adopt me even if I'm supposed to be an adult. Jesse/Kix aren't a rare pair but the way you write them make them even better. Wolffe/Hardcase.... those beautful idiots... Vaughn/Neyo was already competing for top spot with Rex/Bacara(/Kit) ... and then you dared add Neyo/Bly .... I have no words that could possibly explain how much I feel that pairing to my very core.... thinking about baby Bly and Neyo being besties, reconnecting when they're older... What does it say about me that my favourite ships/characters have a (un)healthy amount of angst with them? (Nothing. Nothing at all. Because they also have a truckload of fluff so it over corrects to the other side)

(and don't even get me started on Neyo/Bly/Aayla(/Vaugn))

Just. All of it! Amazing! I've renounced the Lucas Film AU. Too sad, unrealistic. Not enough clones. Kot *tap, tap* to anyone who hasn't but I'm different. Glory to the Soft Wars AU!!

Hello! *Waves excitedly* welcome to my bucket!

I have spent many an hour hunting down those beans that had the barest billing, the smallest part, the shortest appearance and going ‘Behold, A Main Character!’ It’s best of both worlds: they’re not technically an OC, and they have a character tag on AO3 a lot of the time, and I can take the 10 seconds of them that we got and see if I can build a whole personality. Not offof those 10 seconds per se, more like ‘what kind of personality/experiences might lead up to this particular 10 seconds’. It’s a lot of fun!

Grumpy (but far less grumpy than he pretends actually) introverted space marine has taken over my life and I’m determined to drag every single person down with me. Ponds is just the kind of dude I really wanna hang out with, you know? He’s just a ton of fun.

Fox now, Fox is the character that works so hardto appear grumpy. He’s put so much time into that facade.

I sort of a little bit absolutely adore Rex bestest of all. And making him just a teensy bit shorter and a teensy bit younger and a teensy bit overall kih’vod-er than the rest gives my heart the happies. It’s so great. Also I have younger sibs and take great joy in reminding them that they are babies no I don’t care if you’re in your thirties now, baybee.

Neyo showed up one day and started talking and didn’t stoptalking and here we are. He’s such a lad and a bean and I adore his scruffy little face. I have a very clear picture in my mind of him working on WAC while WAC gives ‘helpful’ suggestions and it’s the sweetest thing. Neyo is very sweet. Don’t tell him I said that.

To be fair! If all the characters are already rare characters then the pairings will be rare pairs! Technically that’s more of a symptom than a feature! Right? Right???

Fox and Ponds were one of those things that Just Happened. I didn’t set out with any intentions at all just boop, one day there they were and apparently had been like that the whole time, who knew? Same with Wolffe and Hardcase. Hardcase was just always causing trouble with the Wolfpack and I kept going why Hardcase, why???? And then all of a sudden the Jesse-voice went ‘clearly he has a crush’. And then it turns out that Hardcase 200% aims high with his crushnesses and here we are.

Vaughn and Neyo, perhaps surprisingly, is the relationship I’m least happy with so far! I feel like I kind of Started With The Relationship and didn’t give the characters a chance to grow first. You might have noticed that they were the last really entirely new one that I introduced. After that, I wanted to back off a little and let characters grow as they will before diving into relationship exploration. I still owe Vaughn a ton of character building before I’m satisfied and willing to move them along. There areeeeeee three? Three fics for him in the WIP folder exploring the himness, and his relationships with other people. One of these days I’ll actually have Some Time and can get back in the swing!

(Bly/Neyo, as you might guess from the previous, was actually in the pipeline long before Neyo/Vaughn. I was just waiting for The Most Dramatique moment to drop that one. It was glorious. I got so much screeching. Love it.)

Rexcara is now like a Thing. Like a not-even-Soft-Wars thing. It’s out in the wild, frolicking free and I’m so incredibly STOKED. Bacara had like 10 fics total before I started writing him, and most of them were ‘all the CCs are partying…’ etc. Definitely zero shipping fics. And Rexcara was an accident! A one-time joke wherein Rex totally laid one on someone theoretically out of his league. And then Rexcara became this incredibly soft, incredibly amazing thing and it just clicked. And off it went into the ether and became its own living thing.

(And Kitttttt. Kit was a sweet little thing with Rex and it was so lovely when it managed to amble over to including all of them. They’re the sweetest thing.)

There is also a baby Neyo and Bly being themselves fic in progress. I promise it’ll be finished in mumble mumble years….

Thank you very much! I just really really really needed some stories with just … a lot less traumatic trauma-y trauma for Dramatic Effect. And also more clones because dangit! So that’s what the fandom’s gotta do friends, we gotta make this beast ourselves!

Thanks for reading!

[deuchess]

What do you think are the love languages for the different LIs from S2? (Sorry if you’ve already done this, it’s difficult to find stuff on mobile)

sorry this took so long and thank you for asking!

Marisol: Acts of Service

this one i feel like makes sense considering how much she struggles with being open and vulnerable with her feelings. AND with taking that big step of finally getting with mc. she finds it very meaningful when mc does something for her - she’s expressed several times how much law school has been stressing her out, and it’s not difficult to imagine her struggling to get things outside of work done. if mc decided to help her out, that would just mean the world to her. we also see her attempting to make breakfast for Gary back on day 3, which shows that she finds doing favours for others special.

Noah: Quality Time

Noah just screams quality time to me, because of course it does. getting to spend time with the people he cares about means everything to him, especially when he gets those one to one moments. that’s perhaps why it’s so goddamn to get a moment alone with him on his route and why, when him and mc finally manage to get in some alone time, Noah always seems really happy. i also believe that he’d got a distaste for distractions like texts, phone calls and etc when he’s hanging out with mc. he’d like for them to focus on eachother rather than something else. everything he wants is for those damn stars he talked about to align and give him and mc a few precious moments together. thats truly all he wants, them to spend time with eachother.

Gary: Physical Touch

he’s always asking for a kiss or a cuddle on his route because that’s his way of getting reassurance that you’re still into him. he’s not the best with words so turning to expressing his love physically is a lot easier to him. he might feel a little unloved without physical contact, so make sure to give this big log a hug.

Rocco: Words of affirmation

i’m not as sure of this one as i am with the others, but i think it fits him. he’s secretly a very insecure person, seeking attention from all the girls when he felt as though he was forgotten about. i dont think people tell him often enough that they appreciate him, something he honestly needs someone to tell him.

in uni he was very secluded and ended up dropping out, he was worried about other people’s opinion of him and of that life changing decision he made. there were no one who told him that it was fine, and he yearned for someone to affirm him that it was going to be okay - that he wasn’t a failure.

hope this makes sense, i just see it meaning a lot for him to have someone express their liking of him, seeing as he’s a bit scared to ask for that type of reassurance.

Ibrahim: Words of Affirmation

poor sweet lad has a bit of a hard time with his words at times. there’s a few times i can remember mc having to reassure him that, he is good at this, he is capable of that and that he is good enough. there were a lot of times where he was feeling insecure, but was immediately becoming less so at the cause of mc’s words.

he was always seeking her opinion and was worried of what she might think of him. her expressing interest and affection for him with words mean the world to him because he himself has a problem doing just that. with him feeling insecure, it helps a lot to get reassurance in this way <3

Bobby: Physical Touch

words can be difficult at times so he often relies on actions instead. we see a lot of moments in the game where Bobby expresses emotions via body languages and such, rather than with words. example: booping mc’s nose when he was feeling overwhelmed with feelings.

i just think it fits Bobby to be physically affectionate rather than to express his love with words.

Henrik: Words of Affirmation

this one just makes a lot of sense given how openly Henrik likes to express his thoughts and feelings regarding just about everything. think about the amount of times he’s randomly given mc a compliment, telling her how she’s attractive or smart or amazing. Henrik is obviously a very blunt person who tells it like it is, so if he tells someone they’re amazing it’s because he truly believes it - and he wants them to know it too. i think with Henrik it’s important that he has someone who can also express their feelings, someone who is willing to toss him a praise or two once in a while, so he’ll be reassured that they feel as strongly for him as he does for them.

Lucas: Quality Time

i was thinking about receiving gifts for him at first, but i think getting to spend one on one time with mc is more meaningful to him. in his opinion, there’s nothing more important than him and mc, so them being together is what’s the most important to him. he absolutely loves taking mc out on dates

Elisa: Recieving Gifts

this one is pretty obvious i’d say. it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s materialistic, even though she might be a little bit hehe. it just means that a meaningful or thoughtful gift from someone makes her feel loved and appreciated. it’s also a way she feels comfortable with expressing affection too. taking her girl out for shopping or bringing her on a trip are both good examples of something Elisa would do for her girl. and if mc were to spoil Elisa by taking her out on a fancy and maybe a little expensive date, she might just melt on the spot. love costs doesn’t it? ;)

Carl: Acts of Service

like with Marisol he’s rather busy with work. having his girl do simple gestures or favors for him make him feel special and loved. i think Carl would fit better with someone who’s got, maybe not the same, but a similar love language to him. it might be difficult for him to show love the way mc wants if she has physical touch as her love language - seeing as that’s not something he initiates a lot. he does like his space at times after all so that might not be the best match for him. i can see him instead becoming really proud of himself if he takes the time to do something for mc while she’s away. her doing cleaning up his kitchen, making his bed, cooking dinner or any other gesture like that means more for him than she‘ll ever know.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| serenity in us | j.jh | ch. one

word count: 2.9k+ ( putting this now yay :3 )

a/n: hey hi hello~ i’m back with another series! i was gonna wait until my semester’s done but my patience’s killing me and i don’t wanna keep you all waiting so here you go! ♡ enjoy! ~j

“serenity is found somewhere between the sky and the sand.” you read the font words on the minimalist frame. it was a quote you heard in an ongoing, constant dream that you thought was needed to be drawn and remembered. in it, the quote was a voice as if a narrator spoke those words to begin something new. the scenery you ask? every place was different but there was always a horizon. the dream was vague and raised a lot of question marks in your mind the moment you wake up.

you hung the item on the wall, marking the end of unpacking your things since moving in days ago. the mess was finally cleared out and the boxes were emptied and folded briefly, lined on one side of the wall. you slouched low in exhaustion, sliding your home slippers across the white marbled floor. it was squeaking even, that only explained how much of a neat freak you were. a new apartment, simple furniture and man oh man, you have an automatic vacuum with a sensor that you didn’t have to worry about the dirt at the annoying, impossible corners.

independence was something you were blessed with despite being an orphan as early as two. uncle caleb; a friend of your father’s and aunt jenn; your mother’s half-sister, gladly took you in as their own.

honestly the mention of your beloved felt like they were still alive and just working abroad, because they were always reminded and talked about from your uncle and aunt. you had a striking resemblance with your mother, but the ways were your father’s. ‘a perfect combination of the two’, was how they described the child they never wanted to leave behind.

the door bell rang and the small screen showed your childhood— and best friend, eunha. she waved at the super tiny camera and had some flowers and bento boxes with her, all packed and nicely decorated. you pressed the button for her to enter. whilst you waited, you played an hour long track list of soothing, chill, instrumental songs to make the apartment a little noisy. one thing’s for sure, silent cleaning was not a good habit since you tend to procrastinate, oops. 

eunha greeted you a hug so tight, placing down the things she brought with her. “y/n! i’m so glad we’re living so close to each other!” she hugged you and fanned herself as if that would stop her eyes from welling. “how’s everything with you? you should’ve called me honey! you know i’ll be coming straight away to help! i have a hotline like the powerpuff girls has.” she winked.

“i’m great! i crossed out the things i completed and now free from the stress. i’m ready for the new semester.” you gestured her to sit, inviting her for the meal you prepared. “well i am the bubbles to your blossom~ but it’s really okay! i managed and here we are talking freely without stressing over things.”

her hands held yours and swung them with excitement. “after we eat, do you want me to bring you around town? there’s a vinyl record store i think you’ll like.” her voice beaming as she singsonged, chewing on the pancake with whipped cream and blueberries.

“it’s still 9 a.m. we have loads of time in the world.” you showed your watch.

the leaves began to fall and you twirled around the sidewalk’s lamppost. eunha took pictures of you, happiness written on your face. you both entered the said shop. records displayed and hung on the wall, posters of legendary artists and worldwide singers encouraging customers to come in.

your hands trailed along the shelf that had new and limited turntables. as much as you were itching to pull out your wallet, there were other important things you needed to worry about and independence meant discipline too. your fingers curled and hesitated, just inches left before you could touch the surface of the one thing you’ve always wanted to purchase.

eunha giggled at your whiney, surrendered self. your back turning away from the product and walking towards her. “y/n.” she called your name, but this certain tone was serious and was more of a reminder.

“i know.” you smiled as you wiggled your phone with the ever precious wallpaper of yours.

“oh! your aunt’s calling you.” she hopped and pointed at the device, making you sliding fingers on the screen a second later. she gestured that she’d head out and wait for you.

“hi aunt jenn.” you greeted on the phone, only to extend your arm slightly at the baby’s cry on the other line. “aw he’s crying again?”

“yes y/n. i’ll be heading to work soon. can you come here?” she chuckled, though it was obvious she had the baby in her arms.

you exited the store and pulled eunha, crossing the pedestrian. “alright, i’ll be on my way.”

the office was dead silent and not one soul dared to speak. three figures stood in front of the angered woman; their continuous fiddles of the fingers and tapping of the toes became faster as they tried to come up with a reason to tell. just one. only the ticking of the clock on the table was heard. it was getting harder and harder to breathe even in a hundred square meter room.

“where is he?!” she yelled. the three flinched and were taken aback, hands either behind them or wrapped around an arm. the door then flung opened, revealing the said guy.

“young man, how can you be so inconsiderate?!” the woman asked again, this time it was in an annoying range of decibel that the listeners had to endure the volume. 

jaehyun brushed past the ‘meeting’ and sat in one of the leather chairs. his legs rested on the centered table, obviously not bothering to listen. “so, being a minute late concludes my actions in general?” he chuckled bitterly, spinning the chair around before standing up again.

“i couldn’t care less,” he now glared at the woman. “about this damn meeting. what is it for, anyway?! wasting my time!”

he left the room and the woman rubbed her temples, swinging her palms to tell the rest of the three to follow the young man. “jaehyun.” yunho called his brother, reaching a hand out to grab him, successfully turning the lad around.

“what?” jaehyun snapped, removing the grip onto his body.

krystal rolled her eyes, the pungent smell entering her nostrils. “you reek, jae.”

“you went drinking again, didn’t you? i could smell the moment you came into the office.” yunho asked, pressing the button of the lift to head down.

“when will you learn, honestly?” jessica fixed her bag on her arm. “grow up.”

jaehyun clapped his hands, applauding the expected words that woman instructed his siblings to do. “me? learn? i already did. i just won’t follow orders from that silver digger.”

“gold*.” they corrected him.

“see you’re still drunk.” krystal meddled with her new manicure, earning a nudge from jessica.

“whatever, noona. you get my point either way.” jaehyun fished out his car keys to toss them up high, whistling his heart out at his favourite tune.

they exited the building and got on the car. he dropped off his sisters at the blanc and eclare flagship headquarters, then drove to a nearby restaurant for lunch with yunho. they entered the place and went to the reserved table. jaehyun sat and loosened the buttons of his polo, removing the neck tie and sat back.

yunho stared at his carefree little brother, he put the menu down so he could maybe give him a little serious talk. he understood why jaehyun acted the way he did earlier. even he himself could do the same but given the circumstances of his standing in the family, of course he’d be the mature one. he was the first child anyway.

“got anything you want?” yunho asked, removing his sunglasses then placing them in its case. “i’ll pay.”

“nah, let me pay for my own meal, hyung.” he flashed a small smile. “i got my pay check.”

“so you still do have a heart.” yunho jokingly stated the overseen fact.

“c’mon you’re smarter than that doctor jung.” jaehyun said the occupation title in a childlike tone. “you should know why i’m filled with hatred towards the woman.”

“hatred is such a strong word, offensive even. but seriously jae, how long are you going to keep up with this behavior? the next thing you know it, you’re out of the penthouse.”

yunho raised his hands to order. the young lad didn’t dare to answer and he sighed at the usual unresponsive manner whenever they hit this certain topic. “look i know for the longest time she treated us like how captain george von trapp did to his kids. i get it. you hated how she uses out-of-the-world discipline and i totally understand that-”

jaehyun scoffed, disbelief clearly written on his face. “i was six when she entered our lives. a kid that age couldn’t handle being shoved around just because he thought there was no difference between boxers and pajama shorts. the sound of music is cool reference by the way.”

“you did have confused mind back then. and what else can i compare it with? she probably took the idea from there.” yunho laughed as he handed the utensils and handkerchief. “but still though, i suggest you man up and act like you do with dad. just be yourself.”

“easier said than done.” jaehyun began slicing his steak and popping one bit into his mouth.

“what makes you so stone cold towards her anyway?” he asked, fixing the handkerchief by his lap.

“simple.” jaehyun stated the obvious even if he knew that yunho knew the answer.

“she’s not mom.”

eunha brought you to the restaurant that opened not long ago. the interior was eye-catching yet even with its simplicity, it was able to attract customers from outside. the smell of dishes that were yet to be served was luring and probably the reason why eunha chose the place. the waiters led you to the a table and soon came back with a baby chair. you placed the little un in it and he smiled with pearls trying to peek out.

you fixed the bib around him and booped his nose. gurgles of his hoarse laughs made everyone at your area turn to him. “ooh you sure are the spotlight stealer, aren’t you? these people are already taking a picture of you.”

“gosh he has the cutest smile.” eunha melted at the sight of him grabbing the tissue. “looky here!” she aimed her camera at him. “y/n, what’re you getting?”

you pondered for a while before your eyes landed at the name your stomach was craving for the past week. moving apartments had a toll on you— that resulted in you unable to cook your favourite meal. up until this morning were you finally found the time to do that. hence the breakfast eunha devoured within seconds.

“i’m getting fish & chips, and the classic steak.” your stomach growled at the picture beside it.

“alright, i guess i’m getting the same as yours.” eunha raised her hand.

the waiter came to your table to kindly ask for your orders. when you did so and thanked the man, a wallet fell from your right side. picking it up to give it to the owner, a large hand lightly touched yours and you looked up to see two men smiling softly.

“thank you.” the man in a suit said, taking the wallet from you.

“you’re welcome.” you answered. the man looked awfully familiar, as if he was on every commercial the screen had offered to show.

you and eunha shared a look. the telepathic words exchanged between the both of you had your eyes agreeing with what you saw, confirming his identity.

“he’s that celebrity doctor.” eunha mouthed. “dr. jung yunho, a paediatrician.”

“he seems a happy child. how old is he if i may ask?” he waved at him.

“this little guy here, just turned one few days ago.” you said, wiping off the drool with the bib.

“oh precious. belated happy birthday buddy.” he greeted.

you turned to the little one and carried him in your arms, waving his hands to thank the man. as you continued have your lunch and taking turns in feeding him and yourself, you noticed some movement where other children would approach the child on your lap. they would pinch his cheeks lightly and made faces they thought would make him laugh.

then the two men beside you stood. but before they left, yunho took a something out of his pockets and handed it to you.

it was a business card of his own practice office with an address and contact information. “if there’s anything you need help with, just give me a call and this guy-” he pointed at jaehyun and pat his back. “-will pick you and birthday boy up and head to my office.”

“hyung!” jaehyun gasped loudly, later covering his hands at the volume of his complaint. “sorry, i don’t mean it in a negative way.” he smiled awkwardly at you.

“no worries.” you gave him a sincere smile and he swore he felt like the world slowed down. everything else blurred where the only focus was you; how your hair length waved below your shoulders and your eyes sparkled with the sun’s reflection.

this young fine man though, whom you thought wasn’t paying attention or interest to, was now staring at you like he had a thousands of questions to ask to fill in his curiosity. “see you around.” yunho bid you goodbye, and the other trailed from behind.

eunha poked your shoulder with an intention of a tease. she grinned and you knew where she would go from there. “i know what you’re gonna say.” you rolled your eyes, yet a faint smile was evident in your lips.

“really?” her tone was very challenging. “i’ll test you. go ahead.”

“‘dr. jung yunho is so handsome! he’s so dreamy in real life! i should’ve asked for his photograph and boast it to my friends!’ yeah, i guess it’s somewhere along those lines.” you mimicked her voice and expression, not to mention gestures as well, especially the hands.

“yah i don’t act like that!” she defended, but there wasn’t any denial as she said that. “well, maybe. you’re not wrong though.”

“hmpf. and here you went ‘test me’.” you giggled, giving another piece of fish fillet to the one-year old. “and for the record, i’m always right whenever i’m proving you wrong.”

“fine you win.” she sipped her juice from a straw. “oh! hey, the guy he’s with is also handsome.”

you nodded in agreement at the obvious fact, although he did have tiny temperment. but that was only due to dr. yunho’s sudden suggestion. “he looked young. maybe his younger brother perhaps?” you wondered.

“hm. i haven’t seen him before. not on screen at least.” eunha chewed on her food. you raised a brow since you have no idea what she was talking about. “that doctor we conversed with, is from a family of good looking people. he has two younger sisters; jessica and krystal jung. the older one is the founder and endorser of blanc and eclare, while the younger one is an nationwide actress.”

“wow.” your eyes grew at the far/fetched level of these people. “sounds like an ideal family out of a manhwa.”

“egg-xactly.” she pointed at you with a hard boiled egg by her fork.

“that guy called him ‘hyung’ though. looked like to me they know each other. plus they have resemblance too.” you wiped your lips clean from the possible stain.

“oh dear ms. y/n.” eunha called you, her palms touching her chest as if she was surprised. “you have the hots for guys like him, which was why you-”

“ah-ah.” you glared at her, making her shush and zipping the imagination by her lips. “don’t talk about that.”

“bummer, i wasn’t even gonna.” eunha pouted but held your hand anyway. “i’ll always be here for you, y/n.”

“thank you.” you gave her a warm smile.

jaehyun waited by the entrance while his brother paid their meal. although he was bummed out that he wasn’t able to pay for his, he was somehow relieved. because once that cash was out of his pockets, he’d be broke the next time he goes to drink again.

at the corners of his eyes, he could still see you and your friend, as well as the adorable child seated on your lap. you were giving him a spoonfuls for airplane feeding.

yunho gestured jaehyun that they were leaving the restaurant. “hyung, why did you say that i’d pick her up?” he asked as he took a quick glance at you.

“c’mon i’m just playing around.” he nudged jaehyun.

“by matchmaking me to some random girl?” he scoffed. “you sure got a lot of time in your hands.”

“don’t take it too seriously jae.” yunho went ahead, leaving his brother flabbergasted.

he then shrugged it off and looked at you before stepping out. his ears perked up at the three second long conversation exchanged between you and the child.

“jaewon, look! mommy’s got an airplane~”

jaehyun stopped in his tracks by the entrance. his head quickly turning to you again. your lips mouthed the one word that shock hit his entire body. you weren’t just some random girl,

you were the mother of that child.

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Soft fluff, and some smut towards the end.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

After having an exciting, yet lazy afternoon, you and Harry get dressed for the Hanukkah party. You rummage through your closet for your funky Hanukkah sweater, and throw on a pair of jeans. You see Harry slip on his black jeans that have a few holes in them.

“You won’t want to wear those.”

“Thought you liked these pants?” His face falls.

“I do. But you will be made fun of, and you won’t hear the end of it. Notice, my pants do not have rips in them, a rare sight.” He rolls his eyes and takes his pants off.

“What do you suggest I wear then?”

“What about those dark blue jeans you have?” He nods and puts them on. “Much better.”

“That sweater is cute.”

“Thanks! Last year Erica wore a funny sweater, so I bought one immediately.”

“Will all your siblings be there?”

“Most likely.”

“And this is your mum’s side right?”

“Right, so dad won’t be there. I’m calling him tomorrow about England.” Harry kisses you on the top of his head. He throws on a long sleeve black shirt. “You look perfect.”

You go out to the kitchen and take a kugel that you had defrosted the night before out of the fridge.

“They really like when you make this, huh?”

“It’s tradition babe. Mmm, I cannot wait to eat the potato pancakes my uncle makes, they’re so good. Oh! And he gets these really nice bagels and whitefish salad. My mouth is watering already.”

“Whitefish salad?”

“It’s sort of like a seafood salad, but with smoked fish. It’s, um, and acquired taste. Same with lox. Don’t feel like you need to eat anything that looks gross to you. There’ll be other food.”

“M’not too worried, love. I’m excited to meet more of your family. Who else will be there?”

“Well, my great aunt and uncle, they’re hosting. Then they have three kids, one lives in Missouri though so his family won’t be there. One cousin has a teenage daughter, and the other has two little boys.”

“So, another baby will be there?” His face lights up.

“Yeah, he’s like two, and the other one is seven.”

“Fantastic.”

“And then my mom’s brother who you’ve met. Some of my great uncle’s friends will be there too.”

“This’ll be fun.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

//

You drive the both of you to your uncle’s house. Once you’re only about twenty minutes out, you tell Harry what to expect.

“Okay, so I’m going to warn you about something now that we’re close, and you can’t escape.”

“Jesus, what is it?” He chuckles.

“My uncle is going to kiss you when you when he greets you.” Harry looks at you.

“Your mum kisses me.” He shrugs.

“On the lips.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s something he’s always done. My grandmother does the same thing, I don’t know if you noticed how I said hello to her. It’s something their family did. Their grandparents came from the old country, and I just think whatever the reason they do that stuck around.”

“I could understand family doing it, but with a complete stranger?”

“He kissed Niall last year.” You giggle, and Harry bursts out laughing.

“Okay, so what do I do?”

“Well, he’ll hug you, and as he goes in for the hug, he’s going to kiss you quickly on the mouth. I’ll greet him first so you can observe.”

“Does anyone else do it?”

“No! That’s the funniest part, everyone else just cheek kisses. You should’ve seen the first time my sister-in-law got caught in it. We made eye contact and I had to walk away because I was laughing too hard.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Then I can get through this.”

You get to your uncle’s house. Harry carries the kugel in. You walk into the house and see Erica already there, and your cousins and their kids. Your mom and Bridget are in the kitchen. Your uncle comes right up to you.

“You made it!” You give him a hug and kiss. Harry watches carefully, and stifles a laugh. You take the kugel from Harry.

“Uncle Al, this is my boyfriend Harry.”

“Nice to meet you.” Harry says. Your uncle hugs him, and kisses him.

“Same to you. Make yourself at home. Sweetie, I’ll take that so I can heat it up.” He takes the kugel from you. You look at Harry.

“Well done.” You whisper to Harry. 

“Not my first time kissin’ a man, won’t be my last.” He winks at you.

Your cousins come over to greet you, and you introduce Harry to them. You see your little cousin Ben waddling around, and you scoop him up. He giggles as you tickle him, and snuggle him to you.

“Ben! I haven’t seen you since the summer you goober, give me a kiss.” He kisses you on the cheek. “Do you want to meet my new friend?”

“Okay.”

“Ben, this is my friend Harry.”

“Hey lad.” The toddler gazes up at him, having never heard an accent before. Harry jostles the hair on his head. Your other little cousin Cooper comes over to say hi.

“Hey Coop!” You lean down to give him a kiss.

“Hi Y/N, wanna come see my new truck?”

“Sure! Did your daddy get it for you?”

“Yes!” He says excitedly. You turn to Harry and pass Ben to him. He follows you into the living room. “Wow, Cooper this is really cool.”

“Do you and Ben play with your trucks together?” Harry asks, sitting on the floor with the boys.

“Sometimes. He just sort of watches.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Babe, I’m gonna go find my mom to say hi.”

“Sounds good.”

You find your mom in the kitchen with your sisters. You hug all of them, and make yourself a drink.

“Harry in the other room?” Your mom asks.

“Yeah, he’s playing with the boys.”

Eventually your brother and sister in law show up. Everyone is happy, eating a ton of food. Harry was having fun with all the kids around. Everyone settles down a bit to find seats.

“Everyone’s here now, right?” Your great aunt asks your mom.

“Yes.” Your mom winks at her.

“Here we go.” Erica whispers to you, and you giggle. You put a hand on Harry’s leg.

“You’re going to love this.” You whisper to him.

“What?” He whispers back.

“You’ll see.”

“Oy, oy!!” You all hear from upstairs.

“Oy, oy!” Everyone from downstairs yells back. Harry is thoroughly confused.

All of a sudden your uncle appears dressed up with blue tights, blue elf shoes, blue shorts, a white t-shirt, a long beard, and a blue Santa hat. Your aunt brings in a sack full of gifts.

“Oy! Look at all these Jews!” Everyone is hollering and laughing. He sits down in a chair and your aunt sits on the floor next to him. “Mr. Elfman has lots of gifts for everyone’s first night of Hanukkah.” Everybody cheers.

“Mr. Elfman?” Harry leans into you.

“He’s been doing this since we were kids. Just wait, it gets better.” You whisper.

“Okay, first up is…Erica! Is there an Erica here?” Your sister giggles and goes over to sit on his knee.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” They kiss and hug, and she takes her gift.

After quite a few people and some laughs, you get called up. You hand your sister your phone so she can take your picture.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” You kiss your uncle and take your gift. He whispers something to you and you laugh, and nod. You get up and go back over to Harry.

Your brother is called up, and then your little cousins.

“Alright, this next one is for…Harry, is there a Harry here?”

Harry’s eyes bug out as he looks at you. You give him a grin and tap his leg with your hand. Everyone hollers as he gets up. He sits down carefully on your uncle’s knee.

“You’re a big boy aren’t you?” He laughs. “Here you go.” He hands Harry a small card, most likely a gift card.

“Thank you…Mr. Elfman.” Everyone claps as Harry gets up and sits back down next to you. You kiss him on the cheek.

“You’re such a good sport.”

“He didn’t have to get me anythin’.” He smiles.

Once all of the Mr. Elfman stuff is over, your uncle comes back dressed as normal.

“What I miss?” Everyone laughs. “We ready to light the candles?”

Everyone gets up and gathers around. Your aunt passes your uncle a children’s book. He picks up Ben, and reads the story of Hanukkah out loud. Your mom helps light the candles, as you all chant the prayer. Harry’s amazed when he hears everyone in unison. He hears your voice faintly, and gives your hand a squeeze. Once the candles are lit, everyone goes back to hanging out and eating.

You take your nephew from your brother and keep him cozy in your lap. Harry boops his nose a couple times, making him giggle.

“God, there is no better sound.” Harry beams. You look at him. “What?”

“You’re just cute.”

“Can I hold him?”

“Of course!” You hand him to Harry. He rocks him gently.

You get up to go chat with your cousins. You tell them all about your promotion. They’re all very proud of you. Erica drags you into the kitchen.

“You’re going to England with Harry next week?”

“Yeah, five days from now actually. I need to get packing.”

“This is huge!”

“I’m so excited. I’m going to meet his mom and sister. And then we’re going to spend a few days in London.”

“How long have you two been together again?”

“Almost five months…not that weird to be going on a trip together.”

“Didn’t say it was weird. Have you told dad yet.” You sigh.

“No, I plan to call him tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Smart by calling him. You two really love each other don’t you?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“You seem really happy. It’s nice.” You both hug.

You go back out to Harry. He’s just handing the baby over to your brother, he fell asleep.

“You ‘bout ready to go? Long drive back.” You say.

“Sure, if you’re ready.’

You both make your rounds to say goodbye to everyone, and head out to the car. You let Harry drive back.

“Did you have fun?”

“I did, actually. Your family is hilarious.”

“If I had tried to explain it all to you, you just wouldn’t have understood.” You laugh.

“So he’s been doin’ that since you were a kid?”

“Yup! Then he stopped for a little while after we all sort of grew up. Now that he has young grandkids, he’s brought it back. That’s why we all really ham it up. We want him to know how much we appreciate it.”

“It was nice of them to include me.”

“He texted me a couple weeks ago to see if I was bringing anyone. I told him all about you. You’re officially a part of the family, no backing out now.” You rest a hand on his thigh, and he puts a hand over yours.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

//

You get home late. You and Harry kick your shoes off and hang your coats up once you’re in the door. He grabs your face and starts kissing you. Your hands go to his hips and you kiss him back. You giggle against him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You whisper.

“Nothin’, just wanted to kiss you real bad.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Haven’t had ya all week.” He grabs the back of your thighs, and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Well, looks like we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” You giggle as he carries you to the bedroom.

You both lay down facing each other, legs and arms entangling. Your hands reach for his hair, and you pull his face closer to yours. Your lips brush against each other softly. You loved when he was cute with you like this. You feel his hands dip below to unzip your jeans. His hand slowly dips inside your panties to rub on you. You involuntarily grind into his soft and gentle touch. His fingers tease around your slit as it becomes wet. You reach down to unzip his jeans, and you palm his hard cock. You think back to the first time you two did this.

“Harry, kiss me.”

His lips press to yours, and you dart your tongue into his mouth. His molds to yours, taking in every taste of you. You were desperate to have his tongue on your other set of lips.

“I want your mouth on me.” You moan out. “Please, get my pants off.”

He kisses you on the top of your head, and switches his position. He tugs your pants and underwear down your legs. You spread yourself apart for him, and he sees you glistening. He places light kisses on your clit, and nibbles on the little bud. He starts to lick at your core, up and down really slow. You move your hips up and down with him. The whole thing was so sensual, your eyes were rolling back into your head. He moves his tongue back up to flick at your clit while his middle finger slips inside you. Your hands clutch at his hair.

“Fuck.” You say under your breath. “Harry.” You moan. He slips another finger in and you grit your teeth. They were hitting you at just the right spot, and his tongue was doing wonders. Your legs began to shake. He groans against you as you tug on his hair harder. “Feels so good.” You start panting as your stomach tightens.

“That’s it, come for me baby.” He says against you. With another moan of his name, you release onto his fingers. He sucks on your clit to help you ride out your high. He sits up and sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste every last bit of you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You say catching your breath. You sit up and take your sweater off.

“Would it be alright if I rubbed up against you?”

“Of course, babe.”

“Without my boxers.” You blink at him.

“I…would be nervous about it slipping in.” You think for a second. “But I have an idea you might like. Take your clothes off, I’ll be right back.”

You get up and go into the bathroom as Harry rids himself of his clothes. You rummage through your cabinet, and eventually find what you’re looking for. You come back out and sit on your bed. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do we need lube for?” You squeeze some out and rub into your hands to warm it up.

“You’ll see.” You rub it onto your chest, right between your boobs. You shift to lay down. You push your boobs together. “Alright, have at it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. This is the best I can do for you right now.” You both giggle.

Harry straddles the top of your body and positions his dick, and pushes in between your boobs. He thrusts in and out, simply enjoying your soft, plush skin around him. You push your boobs closer together so it feels tighter around him. He looks down at you and loves the site before him.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He grunts. You look up at him through your lashes, and give him that shy, innocent look that he loves so much. “Fuck.” He pulls away and grips himself, releasing ribbons of his hot come onto your chest.

He gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom to wipe you off with. He leans down to kiss you on the lips. He crawls into bed, wrapping himself around you.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You turn over to face him.

“Did you like what we did tonight?”

“Yeah, it was pretty hot.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t feel comfortable with what you wanted.”

“S’okay.”

“I’m feeling closer though…” You say almost in a whisper.

“Really?” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Mhm…I think I get in my own head too much about the potential of something hurting or even just being triggered. I trust you with my whole heart, I want you to know that, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s all about what’s in my head…I feel terrible about it.”

“I understand, and thank you for telling me. I know you’re scared, and I feel terrible about that.” He kisses your forehead. “You don’t need to feel terrible. You can’t really control what’s goin’ on up there. I know you try to.”

“I think about it…a lot.”

“What?”

“Us being intimate in that way. I know I want it…I’m just…” You start to feel tears well up. “I’m petrified of it all going wrong, and ruining the moment.”

He pulls you closer to his chest and soothes you. He plasters kisses to your hairline and rubs your back. You rest with him in a comfortable silence. Nothing else needed to be said. He continues to soothe you and hold you.

//

The next morning you’re woken up abruptly by your phone buzzing, you reach for it and groan.

“Hi dad.” You look over at Harry, who is sound asleep. You get up and go out to the living room.

“How was the Hanukkah party?” You roll your eyes. You hated when he’d call you for gossip.

“Good.”

“He do Mr. Elfman?”

“Yup.”

“Course he did.”

“Well, everyone loved it so…”

“Okay, okay. What are you doing for Christmas? You coming home at all?”

“I was actually going to call you about that today…I’m taking a trip with Harry. We’re leaving Saturday and will be back before New Year’s.”

“Oh…So I won’t see you for the holidays at all?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, dad.”

“Y/N.”

“We can hang out afterwards…you do have three other kids you know?”

“Where are you two going for an entire week?”

“Um…well I’m going to meet his mum and sister.”

“Don’t they live in England?”

“They do.” There’s a dead silence.

“You can’t be fucking serious?! You’ve known this guy for a second and you’re taking an international trip with him?!”

“First of all, we’ve been together almost five months. Second of all, do not yell at me. I’m an adult, and I’m allowed to do what I want. He invited me home with him and I happily accepted. Tickets are already paid for. We’re also spending a few days in London. I’m really excited, and it would be nice if you-“

“Don’t speak to me like that!”

“Dad! I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to yell at me!”

Harry woke up, hearing your voice from the other room. He walks out rubbing his eyes and stops short when he sees you pacing around the room, with the phone pressed to your ear.

“I don’t even understand why you’re so mad!”

“Because you barely know this guy!”

“No, you barely know him! I know him just fine!”

“How could you expect me to be okay with you going away with someone like this that I’ve only met once?!”

“Jesus Christ! It doesn’t fucking matter! I don’t live at home anymore, I don’t have to run every little thing by you. This is my life! And I’ll do what I want with it, and I’ll spend it with whomever I want! I’m hanging up now.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare h-.” You end the call, and turn your phone off. You knew he’d try to call again.

Your blood was boiling, you didn’t notice Harry standing in the area. You turned and picked up a couch cushion and screamed into it, then slammed it back on the couch. You were breathing really heavy, your eyes caught Harry. He was just standing there, eyes wide, completely unsure of how to comfort you.

“I’ll call him again later. I can’t talk with him right now.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me…why did he start a fight with you?”

“It’s what he does! He flies off the handle for no reason! I don’t have to tell him every little fucking thing. He’s lucky I even fucking talk to him at all! Fuck him!”

He lets you go off. Screaming and yelling about everything you can’t stand about your dad. Eventually your voice just gets too tired, and you stop. You turn your phone back on, and see four missed calls from your dad. You text him and tell him you love him, but it didn’t matter what he said because you loved Harry and you were going to England. All he said back was ok.