#i did dishes twice today bc i cooked twice

[ialpiriel]

i've had an going Problem With Dishes and so like three weeks ago i decided that instead of trying to marathon dishes, i would change the way i did dinners and wash dishes while i was waiting for things to cook or whatever, and the benchmark for a "good job" doing dishes was "more than i was gonna make cooking dinner". it's working, which is nice.

[luvxxriki]

BACK HUGS . Enhypen

pairing - ot7 x fem!reader (different scenarios)

genre - fluff, established relationship(s)

warnings (but not really) - pet names (for the reader and the members), i used js and bc instead of just and because (i didnt think i'd be posting this) sugar daddy jay but in a joking way

wc - 1.3k

notes - i didnt have anything to post today so heres a little scenario thing i wrote a few months ago🫶

Lee Heeseung

Okok so I think he would prefer front hugs

He would just love having the front of your body pressed against his for whatever reason…

But when he does go for back hugs, it would probably be js 1 arm 

He would kinda pull you closer to himself and he would tilt his head so he could see your face

Or he would make you tilt your head to look at him

That devious lil smile ofc

But when YOU back hug HIM?

He's a giggly mess

He would try to play it off and act cool

But you can literally FEEL his smile☠️

"Whatcha doin?" 

"Nothin" 

He would finish doing whatever he's doing as fast as he can so he can turn around and give you a real hug

Jay Park 

He makes me giggle omg

Anyways (I have bias problems)

He would be so romantic abt it like nose buried in your neck js so he can smell you

He would definitely have his hands on your hips I js know it

Like holding your hips tightly but not too tight

Pulling you against his chest oml

He would do it when you're in front of the mirror so you guys can see yourselves omg

YOUR WAIST IS HIS

anyways (not this again)

You would go up behind him while he's cooking or something

Like you're js bored while he's busy and you feel a bit devious sooo

He would let out a lil chuckle and js let you hug him for however long

He would turn around ready with a bite of wtv he's cooking js so you can try it

Then if you did it while he's washing dishes he would offer for you to help😍🙏🔥 (he's so generous right?!)

But he would obvi still do most of it

His princess shouldn't have to lift a finger (SUGAR DADDY JAY???🛐🙏)

Jake Sim

He would love back hugs idk

His arms would be wrapped all the way around your waist and his head would be on your shoulder

He would hold you as tight as possible

He would kiss your neck once or twice (or a bunch, depending on his mood)

He would probably do it while your doing your make up idk why tho

And when you guys are in public his arm would NEVER leave your waist

He would also do it when he's bored or tired or wants attention 

Even when you guys are laying down if your back is facing him he would obvi hold your waist from the back (ik thats just him being a big spoon but wtv)

Did I mention his hands are ALWAYS around your waist?!

And when it's the other way around?! Bros so in love

I feel like it wouldn't happen often but when it does omg

You would probs do it when you're bored or want attention and he would think it's js so cute

If he's busy he would stop whatever he's doing just to give you a hug and pull you to his side just so he can have at least one arm around your waist 

Park Sunghoon 

He would start off chill abt it

Maybe js come up behind you and rest his hands on your waist

But when he gets more comfortable I can see him being a bit more clingy with it

He would nuzzle his face into your neck and probably smile abt it quietly

He'd kiss your cheek or neck and js hold onto you

If you guys are in public the most he usually does is hold your hand, but if you guys are somewhere and get separated he'll sneak up behind you and hold your waist

That was kinda specific but wtv (if I have to type the word waist 1 more time istg)

I feel like he would be a bit like Heeseung tho and prefer front hugs

If you back hug him..? 

YOU CAN FEEL HOW HOT HIS FACE GETS WITHOUT EVEN SEEING HIM OMG (shy hoonie😖🙏)

He'd be caught off guard but he'd also LOVE IT

Probably say something like "angel..?" Js bc he doesn't actually believe it

But he'd feel your little giggle and not be able to contain his cute ass smile

Fangs and all🤞❤️

He would turn around and kiss the top of your head and pat your lower back

Kim Sunoo

I feel like he wouldn't do it often just because it's not his thing

But he would def do it when he's feeling a lil extra clingy

He would come up behind you with the biggest smile on his face and give you the comfiest back hug ever

You guys would both be giggling I feel

He would do it quickly then come in front of you and give you a quick peck

He would LOVE if you back hugged him tho

He would start giggling (I need to stop)

He would probably mess with you a bit and stick his booty out

But as soon as you let go he'd stop you

He'd grab your wrist and pull you back into his back (help?) 

"Nooo I like it"

You would start blushing but would js stay there while he does wtv

You would start doing it when you're bored or want attention oml

Or if you guys are somewhere and his extroverted ass won't shut up but you wanna leave

"Sunie, come on"

 Would automatically get his attention and not even 5 minutes later you guys are GONE🥰

Yang Jungwon 

Idk I feel like he would be a sucker for back hugs 

Giving and receiving🤭🤞

He's stressed? He doesn't care what you're doing, back hug.

You're bored? He doesn't care what he's doing, back hug him.

Moral of the story : Yang jungwon is a back hug FIEND 

If he sees you just standing there he will NOT hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist from the back

You've gotten so used to it by now that you hate when he's not back hugging you

If you're washing dishes or something (idk) he'll come up behind you and back hug you

He wouldn't say anything but he would js stand there hugging you

"Hi wonie"

He would smile and kiss your neck or cheek and js hum as a response 

And it's obvi normal for you to do the same

Like if you back hug him while he's doing the dishes he would have the same exact reaction

"Hi baby"

And you would just hum and kiss his neck or shoulder or cheek (ig it kinda depends on your height…)

Nishimura Riki 

Idk bc bros kinda tall sooo…

He would probably be kinda like sunghoon but not as shy

Like one day he would do it js to see your reaction and when he realized you like it

He does it whenever he can

Let's say your in front of the mirror and he comes up behind you and hugs you

He would smile for a second then say some stupid shit like

"Look how tiny you look right now"

You would obvi turn around and hit him (softly ofc, we don't inflict damage on hot ppl)

And as soon as you go back to look at the mirror he would be behind you again

But this time he learned to keep his mouth shut🥰😘

He doesn't do it too often, but sometimes he just really likes it for wtv reason

Like anytime you're in front of a mirror (bc he gets to see his hot self and his pretty ass gf WHILE they're hugging? Hell yea)

I feel like he would be surprised if you do it to him tho 

Like as soon as he feels your arms he would flinch a little and turn around js to see you all surprised at his reaction

"Sorry, I just wanted a hug"

He would feel so bad and give you a hugeee hug to make up for it

So after that you only do it when you're bored and wanna tease him🤠❤️

[bunny-eats-fox]

chaos

- miyamura izumi

warnings: mostly fluff ; physical violence mentioned (hori against miyamura in the past, like a slap to the face and hitting him) ; comfort wc: 1074 an: now... i get it, slapping ppl as a comedic relief is v anime-esque and shouldn't be taken too srsly and all, BUT... her hitting him, biting him and slapping him constantly is just... blergh. i dont find it funny nor cute n bc of that, here are my two cents how it could "affect" him bc i am a writer and i interpret way too much into everything especially regarding my favs... have fun!

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Your day had been a catastrophe.

Your toxic boss yelled at you in front of everyone for a mistake that he did but blamed you for. Your heel broke off on the way home which made you stumble and drop the phone you always held in your hand, onto the concrete. This incident in turn, made you late for your commute home and the bus drove off the moment you rushed around the corner. And, if all of that didn’t already had you clenching your teeth and clutching your purse tight to your chest to not burst into tears, a crow then decided to relieve itself onto your shoulder, staining your brand-new blazer.

Safe to say, when you came home, Miyamura’s “Welcome back.” immediately got stuck in his throat when he saw you: Exhausted and on the verge of tears.

“How about you take a nice, long and hot shower and then we eat on the sofa tonight, hm?” That was all he said and you, sniffling, just nodded and limped away to your bathroom to clean the poop off of your blazer and wash away that horrible day.

You were thankful and content when you managed to just snuggle up against your boyfriend and enjoy the meal that he cooked. It was a quiet dinner while you watched TV and when you were done, you left the dishes on the living room table and just cuddled and enjoyed his company.

But then…

It was a minor accident.

So small, in fact, that it was wasted energy to even think twice about it.

Yet, that small thing finally set you off.

Izumi reached out to grab his glass, but, as he looked at the TV, he somehow managed to knock it over. All of it spilled over the table and your legs.

Was it hot and burned you? No.

Was it something sticky and gross? Also no.

Yet, that one, additional tiny inconvenience broke the camel’s back and you started bawling the moment the mere water dripped down your legs.

Once you started crying, you also started yelling at him for not being careful, for being so clumsy and how horrible your day was. Meanwhile, Izumi, who had already apologized and patted your legs dry with some paper towels, just let you vent.

Now. You were someone who had always talked with your hands. You gestured with your hands greatly no matter what you talked about and with what kind of emotion. Izumi knew that. Though, you had only dated for a few mere months at that point and he hadn’t heard you yelling and crying like that before. It did remind him of someone and he thought he knew what to expect.

Hence, when you finally turned to face him and you raised your hands for another big gesture, you were taken aback for a second and even stopped mid-sentence. Miyamura, who had flinched and visibly moved his head sideways with his eyes closed, looked like he awaited a punch or something. His reaction felt like someone had punched you though. Did he really think you would… hurt him like that?

Immediately, you started to consciously control your breathing to calm down again. This was no time to get so angry over something so small. Especially because to you, his reaction was concerning.

“I-I’m sorry. I totally overreacted.”, your voice shook still, “I had such… a horrible day today and… then this happened and… and I’m so sorry for blowing up like that because of… some stupid water. I’m sorry, Izumi.”, your voice broke at the end and you only whispered the last words as another unwanted sob escaped your lips, yet you still took deep breaths to calm down.

“No, it’s okay, please, don’t apologize. It was my fault I spilled water all over you. You can still hit me if you want.”, he immediately said and hugged you tightly afterwards.

“What?! No!”, you cried and pushed him away just enough to look at him, “Why would I do that? I would never. I do gesture a lot with my hands, so I’m sorry if it looked like it, but I could never. I love you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh…Right.” Izumi looked truly baffled by that for a few moments. As if you had just told him you found the 8th wonder of the world.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n) I think… I’ve just gotten used to it.”, he laughed uncomfortably as he didn’t really know how to properly react now.

You just wondered what the hell his past girlfriend did to make him get used to getting hit in the face…

“Geez… don’t get used to that. That’s not okay.”, you whined and then jumped into his arms again, burying your face into the crook of his neck while you hugged him tight.

Miyamura didn’t know how to properly answer that, so all he did was hum in approval and squeeze you tightly. He, himself, didn’t even think that the hitting thing his past girlfriend used to do would even affect him. However, when he saw your big hand gestures, a sense of familiarity shot through his body and he physically got ready for another slap to the face… Hence, when you apologized and told him you would never do that, he was so surprised and speechless, since he was used to being blamed and apologizing for everything.

When you let go of each other, your tears had finally dried and you could smile a little again.

“Thank you and I’m sorry. You cooked for me and everything and I yelled at you like that over something so stupid. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. I know you had an atrocious day, so that was just the last thing that pushed you over the edge. Don’t even think about it anymore.”, he reassured you and gently, but also teasingly, pinched your cheeks.

“Mn. Thank you. I love you.”, you leaned in to peck his lips.

Izumi quickly reacted and didn’t just let you escape like that, instead, he followed your movement to kiss you properly after he returned those sweet words, thus making you both fall back onto the sofa. Certainly, at that point and after all the things that had happened today, all you both needed were a tight embrace and some kisses and cuddles. And you, as well as your boyfriend, very happily provide those for each other.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

[thurisazsalail]

Tumblr people, do you know how lucky I am?

Today is 9/9/24

Around september 2004, i was about a year from graduating high school

It was so hard. I am lucky I graduated at all. What good is hyperlexia at a college level when *entering kindergarten* if your surroundings and finances prohibit education

I think that was the year i had begged my way into a mostly-black, very socially segregated F-rated school in one of the worst states in the US for education. The teachers (and classmates) were awesome, but what can they do under No Child Left Behind defunding them to institute the Air Force recruiting (and less stated, school to prison don't got a pipeline there. It's the pond that pipeline dumps out at before prison, like a moat.)

But it meant 2 hours of transit across town. I'd get up around 5am, walk blocks to a dark bus stop near a semi-wooded private road by 5:20ish to meet the 5:30ish bus (*usually* it came. Not always.) The bus transfer didn't always get to school on time, so i often missed breakfast and sometimes home room period, which meant fighting absences I didn't have. When I got home, it would be 5:30pm or later. I had homework, sometimes HOURS of it to compensate for the learning disabilities everyone said I definitely didn't have. I also babysat siblings, cooked, did laundry, unloaded dishes, and had animal care duties. Depending on the day, I also had assorted under the table jobs. I might get to sleep by midnight or 1am. Normal for years. And all the damage that comes with it.

While fighting worse and worse anaemia and whatever was making me bruise to the touch since about 12-13. Docs kept saying it was nothing. I couldn't ride my grandmother's bike anymore, not even for one whole street. My lungs felt like I had been hit in the chest. The more air I tried to get, the less oxygen I felt like I had.

In Sept 2014, I was getting ready to quit a job. It was that or die. I thought that then, I think so now. I wanted to keep working it though.

In Sept 2013, my partner was working full time and I had 3 part time jobs, but ome wasn't scheduling except rarely (off season for catering) and wages in this area were abysmal. This was the beginning of the housing investor crisis, before anyone but the poorest were paying attention to it. Rent had almost doubled, too much to pay but moving cost first and last month's rent, plus security deposit (up to a month's rent) plus pet fees, plus moving costs like paying to change both our driver's licenses (mandatory in 30 days,) electric bill transfer fee + new deposit (often $200-400 at the time,)... pet fee + pet rent, etc. Oh yeah, and each application could be $50-80 PER PERSON for a new apartment. Non refundable. Also requirements are a surprise! And if they got your identity wrong (they did w my partner, twice) there is no recourse. :)

So when a guy in a new-new bmw decided that traffic laws weren't for him, slammed into my car, and drove off, i didn't *just* have a severe concussion + injuries he didn't pay for. Witnesses didn't stay, of course. The car was wrecked. The cops *eventually* found him- because he reported that I hit HIM amd drove away.

I lost all 3 jobs. No transportation. When my partner's boss found out, he was fired. Even though he was literally 15mins single bus trip down the road. That's legal in Florida.

So that day, we had nothing.

It takes months to collect unemployent and Florida had recently been held by the DOJ for violating federal rules on that, too, for illegal employment tests. So that was out. And my jobs wouldn't qualify anyways. And they only pay a few hundred a month, if that. And we wouldn't qualify for food stamps (SNAP/EBT) bc of minimum work requirements.

Oh yeah, injuries and no car.

Also the cops gave the guy a moving violation ticket, which he fought in court, sparking a lawsuit that took years. At the end, it barely paid for a other 10 year old used car.

So I got the only job that would hire me within that 2-3 weeks: a restaurant that didn't care how I got there or ask questions. Or do paperwork, really.

It saved us. They saved us.

It paid below wages but I ate for free, unlimited soup + salad, and whatever the kitchen made for employees at lunch and dinner. Often that was what I could get. Sometimes what customers sent back, if it wasn't picked over or 'wet,' like a soup or something. Whatever. I have eaten flowers and moss, long before this "foraging" trend. I do not care.

But the hours were often long. Up around 6:30, walk to the bus by 7:15 (i think?) Get to work by 9, prep food, stock, clean my area of the kitchen + front. Double shifts until close. I preferred that anyways. Take the money, and lower bus:work ratio. Sometimes I hauled laundry with me so I could do it nearby between breaks. We didn't have a washer or dryer.

There were 2-3 of us for the floor, but by 2014, it was just me. Some people came and went, one went back to another state, one I fired while the boss was gone and learned enough mandarin to explain "heroin," and another lied for weeks to get paid and not show. Things were as bad for the boss. Their partner had a very bad pregnancy, and he couldn't afford to hire people to run the place. The remaining 3-4 of us did what we could. I learned kitchen stock, appetizer cooking, did all the dishes, prep for front + inventoried/ordered beer, figured out how to make it work with vendors (wonderful people) and more. Another financial devastation cropped up when Walmart bought the space. Landlord made everyone move BUT refused to pay for adequate, up to code restaurant space. Shut down or pay up.

Soon, I went from working 4-5 days a week, open-close, and then getting home to do chores and run the etsy shop, to doing the same but working 7 days a week with a few days off a month. My partner was in the middle of a total breakdown while looking for work (while over 45. Not looking good.) No mental health or medical services in Florida. So... just die.

Pretty soon, the body couldn't take it. I was having panic attacks when getting dressed. My feet felt like they were broken, and worse if I put weight on them. I couldn't afford a day off. Literally, couldn't afford it.

What rare time off I'd had months before, *of course* I'd applied for other work. All kinds. Duh. Minimum wage jobs like Barnes + Noble told me that they'd had SO MANY BA grads apply, they wanted someone with a Master's in lit or english. For $9/hr or less. This was normal.

Also the mold in my apartment, courtesy of a slumlord, was causing me to lock up if I was home too long. I spent hours in a cold shower to breathe again. The vents were black. The A/C caught fire- good thing my partner didn't have a job! He was home to stop it! In weeks, I broke into hives and was hospitalized.

I had to find something physically easier.

In Sept 2024, yeah I'm on SSD. No, it pays nothing. Less than $1000/mo to cover all meds, doctor appointments, MRIs, transportation, etc. So less than medical alone costs. I get nothing else. My partner's job is in-person in FL and supports his health issues without a problem.

I eat every single day now.

My health is much worse, so I routinely freak out over how much food I wasted money on, only to not be able to make it or if I wasted precious money and energy making it, I can't eat it.

But I could eat every day. Without working in restaurants and "stealing" fries or pieces of leftover meat. Without relying on free tea and soup. If I don't eat all of something, I don't even have to think about the exact number of calories I got today and what I lose by not eating that thing. I can *even* just throw it away. Something I could not do for years.

I eat a sushi lunch special probably once a week now. Some of it is luxury. Some is because certain fish seems to be one of few things that doesn't make me bloat or itch, and I cannot stand the smell of cooked fish *at all.* Even if I don't/can't eat it in one sitting, I can finish it in a few hours or so. I still eat the soups and salads. I can eat miso soup again without having the "american college student reaction to ramen." My partner insists, even if we need to save the money.

My apartment is pretty nice now, actually. It's older than I am but inside, it's nice. I don't need to do flights of stairs now and the outdoor space is very green. I haven't worried about paying rent in a few years.

What a completely different life than 2014 or 2004.

Idk what the point of all this was. Except that I'm lucky. And I definitely couldn't forsee any of this, except how disabling the body was going to get. I didn't think we'd get this far.

Stay tuned y'all. Everything sucks and the world is on fire.

For right now, the lunch special is $17.

[thepoeticfox]

It's been a fucking day today

Decided to attempt birria today, went to the store for some stuff. Came home, found out I needed even more stuff bc of the extended forecast. Snow Sunday and Monday, sticking around for the rest of the week. Will probably be stuck in the parking lot, main roads will likely be fine quickly. I live on a busy road.

Went to the store but a different one. Completely out of heavy cream. White people I stg. I just need it for one dish, holy shit.

Went to another store a couple blocks away, got heavy cream.

It's super cloudy, and a little rainy, and so many people didn't have their headlights on. It was dark enough that automatic headlights were on, mind you. I damn near couldn't see this dark red pickup behind me bc he had no lights on and it was dark, and the roads were dark from rain. Dude, headlights, PLEASE.

One person was doing 10 under. It was 45 and barely rainy at that point? Nowhere near freezing? Not even any bridges/overpasses exist on this street? Please drive at least the speed limit? Please?

And of course, as usual, I probably upset the person leaving the apartment driveway across the street bc I turned out faster than they did into my lane (I was going right, they had to cross traffic, but people get angy about taking turns).

And then later, while I was letting the birria cook, I laid down on the couch. I woke up multiple.times to loud noises. Gun shots (uncommon in my area), and the instant pot (twice). My brain registered the damn instant pot as some kind of emergency alarm. It's very much not. Also I swear I'm gonna make birria out of the Chihuahua upstairs if they don't shut that goddamn thing up. It barked for hours today. It usually doesn't.

My sleep has been very backwards so this nap was my sleep for the day. It was shitty. I'm too tired to finish the birria so it's going in the fridge and I'll deal with it tomorrow. I just wanted to make better tacos. I wanted to start the birria and take a nap. A peaceful day. That's it.

[dogstarblues]

accomplishments:

1. walked my dog twice

2. cooked breakfast

3. acquired a lamp for 7 dollars at a garage sale

4. attended book club and spoke my thoughts confidently

5. called my grandfather

6. called a friend for parallel play to complete a task

7. wrote my first contract!

8. revised my first contract!

9. asked friends for information abt a book

10. cooked dinner

11. had ube popsicles with friend and sat in the sun

12. did the dishes

13. hand-washed some dishes

14. put laundry in dryer

15. showered

16. low-effort skincare bc ive been picking my face

17. dressed in a real outfit

18. read part of a book for book club. im quitting the rest of the book but i felt good reading text in the morning before talking with friends abt the text, and talking to friends abt the book felt good.

19. invested in smoking calming herbs for anxiety, which seems to have gotten worse

20. set up apps so i can sell my books in person and take cards as well as cash and so i can invoice

i feel like i did nothing today but i guess i did a fair amount. i think bc after reading the book everything was a haze of anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

things from the last two days that i remember

1. cooked dinner for half-sister and her boyfriend

2. talked to half-sister and boyfriend for 5 hours

3. made my first fougasse from a no-knead bread book. its lumpy but i like it.

4. made beer cabbage mushroom soup that is heavenly

5. made herb crusted salmon for roommate

6. walked my dog multiple times

7. hashed out terms, schedule, parameters, of a potential contract with a client

8. cleaned kitchen

9. maintained clean room

[howtobeamagicalgirl]

Got yelled at by my gf's dad twice today 😌

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Matsukawa Issei and you’re kid would say if you lived together (From the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep)

i’m ONLY doing this because @sloppykyuu is just begging me to write about Issei 🙄 (and @kac-chowsballs requested it as well)

Merry christmas Pea! I’m Latina so i celebrate today (the 24th) 💚

established relationship || fem mommy reader || you and Matus have a kid together and you call him Bub/kiddo/bean their name is Sora (unisex name so u can decide if it’s a girl or boy)

“Hey bean, let’s go wake up your momma.” (7:00 am)

“No... mommy’s scary when she makes up.”

“I know bub, i wake up to her every morning, how do you think i feel?”

you: “I can hear you Issei!!!”

“He meant to say scary beautiful momma.”

you: “Don’t defend your dad bub.”

“Shut up and give me a kiss woman.”

“How’d you sleep? Good? Good.”

“Not feeling sore?”

“Ow, he’s not even listening, huh bean.”

“What?”

“See exactly my point.”

“I don’t work today, so how about we go out today and have some family time.”

*will tangle his fingers in your hair while you’re still in bed*

“Or do you wanna stay in bed and get a sitter~”

“Ow, dont hit me. I’m just making suggestions.”

“Hey, bean- why don’t you give daddy and mommy some alone time, yeah?”

*your kid whines a little because he low key was falling asleep on your chest*

you: “Come on kiddo, i’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast.” (7:30 am)

“anything?”

*Sora’s legit rushing out the door*

“Come here.”

*Isseis already dressed but you’re nude on the sheets, makes you sit on his lap anyways*

“You sure you don’t wanna get a sitter.”

*he’s holding your hips and he’s kissing you all over, he’s doing it in a sweet romantic manner*

“You can have a date night and everything.”

“You know bean doesn’t mind, he’s old enough to get that mommy and daddy need alone time.”

“Family time? You sure?”

*hes caressing the small of your back and just giving you the most softest smile.”

“Come on , get up and let’s make Sora some breakfast.” (8:00 am)

*he really do be handing you one of his old uniform shirt and a pair of his clean boxers, he knows they makes you feel comfy*

“Bean, hey- leave your mom alone while she’s cooking.”

“But i wanna watch.”

*big eye roll from Issei but he’s not surprised he’s fascinated with his mother because, like father like son*

“Need some help?”

“Are you sure?

“Fine... Give me a kiss.”

“Their not even watching...”

“You look sexy in my clothes, have I told you that?”

*smacks you’re ass before kissing your cheek and walking back to Sora*

“Done? Look good babe.”

“No,no,no put the dishes down.”

“You cook, I clean, remember?”

*you roll your eyes and set the plates down in the sink*

“Good girl. Go clean up with Sora while i do this.” (9:00 am)

*you and Sora are in the bath together missing around, making a mohawk with their hair and everything*

*Matsu is all finished up with the dishes when he’s leaning on the door frame and listening to the two of you giggle in the bath*

*god he’s so in love with you it’s so sweet*

“You guys finished yet?” (9:40 am)

you: “Take a picture pops, it’ll last longer.”

“Take a picture- yeah you know what maybe i will.”

*takes a few pictures, definitely takes some on you and crops out Sora*

“Come on bean, let’s give mommy some alone time.”

“Want me to dress them?”

“Oh come on, i don’t dress then up so bad.”

“Fine, fine- I’ll keep it simple.”

“Stay here bean, i’ll be right back. I’m gonna check up on mom, yeah?”

you: “Why are you back here Issei.”

“Mmm just wanted to see if my sweet girl needs some company.” (10:00 am)

*a very quiet quicky, will fuck you over the sink with his hand wrapped around your neck so your back is so close to his chest, makes you watch yourself drool over his cock*

“You don’t want Sora to know that her mommy is a slut for her daddy’s cock.”

*hes legit got such a foul mouth*

“MOMMY I NEED TO PEE!!!”

*Issei burst out laughing bc you’re mid orgasm*

“Mommy’s coming Sora...”

*you’re punching his thigh a couple a thighs because he’s being an asshole*

“hurry im gonna pee of the floor.”

“Bean, you’re not even dressed yet.”

*bean is really running naked into the bathroom*

“I wanted mommy to dress me.”

you: “see i told you, you suck at dressing them.”

“hey- i’m trying my best here.” (10:20 am)

you: “Bubs, you’re getting to old to carry.”

“No im not.”

“No he’s not.”

“Come here, mom’s too weak to carry you bean.”

“No she’s not.”

you: “Thanks bean but mommy is a little weak so i need Issei to carry you.”

“But i don’t want papa.”

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Only if papa buys me some tokoyaki.”

“Deal, come here bug.”

*Sora is a crawler so he likes crawling up from your feet until you cary him and he’s don’t it to the point where he scratches*

*that’s why issei doesn’t let him climb in him anymore- he picks him up and throws him on his shoulders*

“Woah, i’m so tall! Look momma!”

“Hey, give me your hand.”

“Because i wanna hold it woman, now give it to me.”

“Do you wanna share tokoyaki? No, thought so.”

“Open up *issei 100% likes feeding you in public to embarass you* Good girl. Taste good?” (1:00 pm)

*you probably take Sora to a park because she’s very energetic and needs to let it out somewhere*

“They’re getting so big...”

“Let me put another baby in you, yeah?”

“Come on, you’d look so good all full and plum for me.”

“Stop blushing woman, you should know you’re sexy by now.”

*he knudges your hip while you hide your face into his back*

*he kisses your hair and then the tip of your nose*

*Sora is running towards their dad and shes pulling on his jeans*

“Is mommy crying or did you embarrass her again.”

“I embarrassed her again.”

*cue pouty Sora*

“Bad daddy, come on momma, let’s get you away from meanie.”

you: “yes please.” (2:00 pm)

*sora makes you push them of the swings*

*issei once again is taking pictures of you if his kid*

*sora ends up playing with dogs that are like twice her size and one of them topples over her and she’s flying to the grown*

you: “Sora! You alright baby?!”

“let’s do that again mommy!!!”

“Do that one more time and i think you’ll kill your mommy.”

*you go back with issei for a bit and someone starts a fight with Sora bc she took someone’s swing*

“MOMMY THEY STARTED IT!!!”

you: “I know sora, hold on a second.”

*you get in a small altercation with another mother and you snap at them, leaving them quiet as hell*

“That was really sexy.”

you: “She called bean mean things, you thought i was gonna sit there and just listen?”

“Mmm, feisty... That’s very sexy of you momma bear.”

you: “Issei i’m gonna punch you.”

“Understood princess.”

“You two hungry yet?” (4:00 pm)

“YES! More tokoyaki!!!”

you: “bean you’ve had enough tokoyaki.”

“There’s no such thing.”

you: “yes there is, and i’m in the mood for ramen.”

“Got it, ramen it is. Let’s do Sora.”

“but.... tokoyaki.”

“Bean, they 100% have tokoyaki.”

“YES!!!”

you: “Carefull bean the foods probably hot.” (5:30 pm)

*they proceed to throw a tokoyaki ball in their mouth and they immediately spit it out*

“HOT TOKOYAKI!! OUCH!”

“Bean, this is why you listen to mommy.”

“I’m sleepy!” (6:30 pm)

you: “you want me to pick you up?”

“please!”

you: “They out yet?” (7:00 pm)

“Out cold...”

“Hold on, don’t move... Let me take picture.”

“Look this way, good girl- now smile for me.”

*looking down at his phone a little to long while he’s admiring you with his kid*

“We made that.”

“God please let me put another baby in you.”

“Give me a kiss pretty girl.”

“I love you.” (8:30 pm)

“Want me to tuck them in?”

“Alrighty hand them over. You go get ready for bed.”

“They really are out cold.”

“Mmm you look so beautiful.”

“Give me a kiss.”

“I can’t say it enough but you- You are so damn fine.”

*he 100% is fucking you with purpose tonight. he’s such a good baby daddy and just fills you up to the brim with his cum while fucking your pretty pussy*

“Let me lay on your chest baby.”

*proceeds to kiss your chest*

“I love you so much sweet girl.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Serendipity - Part III. (Harry Styles)

a/n: hey guys!! thank you so much for those who read the last part and took the time to like/reblog/leave feedback! i want to stress how important it is that you guys do any of these things bc these are the only things that writers can use to see how their works are doing so PLEASE!! take that 30 sec to like/reblog and if you enjoyed, PLEASE leave a few words!! with this being said, here is part 3, hope you guys will enjoy it!

pairing: Harry x OC (Annalise Lloyd)

word count: 10k

warning: it gets a little steamy? not too much tho

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Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it.

The kitchen was utter disaster before Harry has finally gotten around to clean up after cooking. Wiping all surfaces clean and washing every dish he used in the process he quickly sets his dining table for three people before diving into one of his wardrobes, mining after the board games he keeps around. There’s an impressive pile of them, all kinds and he really hopes they’ll be able to find something Benji likes. Checking the time he sees that he has only about twenty minutes left before his guests arrive, so he locks himself up in the bathroom. Washing away all the smells from the kitchen, he walks out with a clean towel wrapped around his waist, thinking about a suitable fit for the occasion.

Lis has texted him earlier to ask about the required dress code and he set it as casual/comfortable so now he has to dress according to that as well.

Pulling on a pair of light-washed jeans he pairs it with a simple white t-shirt and a grey cardigan. It’s a simple outfit, but he feels like it’s just perfect for the occasion. Checking the time once again he notes that he has only a few minutes left, when the doorbell rings. He steps to the intercom and sees through the security camera that it’s her.

“Hey, just park behind the Rover,” he instructs talking into the intercom and opening up the gate for her.

Quickly, he checks himself out one last time in the mirror next to the front door before opening it up, watching her car pull up behind his, the engine shutting before the door of the driver seat opens. Annalise appears in his sight with a warm smile, wearing jeans and a black, baggy jumper, her hair up in a loose ponytail.

“Hey!” she calls out before stepping to one of the back seats, opening up the door to help Benji out. Harry can’t push down the smile when he sees the little boy hop out of his seat holding a little blue envelope. He is wearing a white and blue checkered button-up with black jeans, looking like a little gentleman, Harry notes. He doesn’t seem shy or startled to be at a new place meeting someone he has only seen once before. Annalise takes his hand and the two of them walk up to Harry who is holding the door open for them.

“Hello!” Benji greets him with a sweet smile as they walk up the few stairs to the front door.

“Hi Benji. Nice to see you again,” Harry nods with a smile before looking up at Lis. “You too,” he adds.

“Thanks for having up,” she smiles, leading Benji inside as Harry closes the door. “Shoes,” she tells Benji, who takes off his sneakers without a fuss. Harry doesn’t have the heart to tell them they could have kept their shoes on, it doesn’t matter to him. Instead, he reaches into the small wardrobe in the hallway, fishing out slippers for them. Luckily, he has a few child ones as well, since some of his friends bring their kids around so he got a few just in case. Now it comes handy.

“Thank you,” Annalise smiles before instructing the little boy to put on his pair.

“This is for you,” Benji holds out the envelope for Harry, who looks down at it in surprise.

“Oh, thank you!” he answers, feeling startled and curious about what’s inside. He fidgets it open and pulls out the drawing that was hidden inside.

It’s a car, that he is sure about. A quite cool looking car if he is being honest. The coloring is a little off the lines and the portions are not quite right, but it’s a nice drawing, he thinks to himself. In the right corner of the page he sees the name BENJI spelt out, the letters looking a little wobbly and crooked, but it’s crystal clear.

“You drew this?” Harry questions raising his eyebrows at the little boy. Benji nods with a proud smile. “Wow, it’s amazing. Where should I put it?” he muses holding the drawing up as Benji looks around.

“Mommy always puts my drawings on the fridge,” he then answers and Harry nods.

“That’s a nice place. I think it’ll look good on my fridge. Come on, help me put it up.”

The boy follows him without a word, walking into the spacious kitchen, right to his fridge. He takes a magnet and hangs it in the middle as they all look at the new decoration

“Thank you, I think it looks great here,” Harry concludes and Benji nods in agreement.

“Benji, why don’t you wash your hand quickly before we eat?” Annalise tells him before looking at Harry. “Where’s a bathroom?”

“See that door on the left? That’s the one,” Harry explains to Benji and he nods again, running off to do his duty.

“He insisted bringing the drawing when I told him we’d be coming here today,” Annalise shares with Harry and he smiles at her, feeling touched.

“Very thoughtful.”

“Is there anything you need help with around here?” she asks, her eyes roaming around the kitchen and Harry is thankful he cleaned up after he was done with the cooking.

“No, everything is set and done. You just enjoy your time here,” he smirks and she smiles at him thankfully before Benji returns from the bathroom. “You like chicken strips, Benji?” he asks the boy upon his arrival. His eyes glisten at the mention of food, nodding eagerly as Annalise chuckles.

“That’s all he orders when we go to KFC,” she lets Harry in who grins down at Benji.

“Then this is your lucky day.”

Annalise helps Harry bring the food to the table and they all take their seats, Benji eyeing everything on the table with hungry eyes. They dig into it and Harry is relieved to see that his guests are enjoying the meal.

Harry was never afraid he wouldn’t get along well with the little boy, he is amazing around kids, easy to create a bond with them under any circumstances. It doesn’t take him long to get him to talk about school, his friends and what he likes doing in his freetime, making sure he pays enough attention to Lis as well. His home often feels empty during the days, he only has company over mostly in the evenings, but that doesn’t happen often either. So having them around brings a warm feeling to his chest as their chatter fills the room.

“So then we won and Eddy’s mum took us out to have pizza so it was great,” Benji finishes another story, his plate has emptied out not so long ago. As Harry peeks over at Lis, he sees how lovingly she is looking down at the little boy sitting across her. It’s clearer than daylight that Benji is her whole wide world and he has no problem being second after the boy. He thinks that’s just how it should be anyway and the thought that some men ever thought otherwise… it irks his buttons for sure.

“Benji, why don’t you go ahead and choose a game from the pile while we clean up the table?” Annalise tells him once everyone is done eating. He cheers in excitement and runs straight to the hoard of games waiting for him in the living room.

Harry and Lis clean the table and bring all the dirty dishes to the sink, she starts washing them without a word.

“You don’t have to,” Harry tells her, but she shakes her head.

“You cooked, I’m cleaning. Just put the leftover away,” she says smiling at him.

Harry packs away what was left from the lunch and then leans against the counter next to Lis. His eyes wander over her form, just the sight of her in the comfort of his home bubbles something deep inside him he’s been looking for for some time now. This warmth in his chest, the domesticity of such a simple thing of having her washing the dishes makes the house feel more of a home than ever.

“Do you cook often?” she asks, glancing at him shortly.

“Not as often as I probably should,” he admits. “I don’t find the time for it that often. When I’m home I tend to feel a little restless, like I should be doing something else, working on something, so I end up in my studio room down in the basement, recording something I won’t even use later.”

“Sounds like you overwork yourself.”

“Don’t have anything else to put my energy into just yet,” he shrugs his shoulders simply. “Well, at least that’s how it used to be,” he adds, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet her gaze. A soft blush tints her cheeks before she turns back to the sink, finishing up the washing.

Annalise just chuckles when Benji chooses to play with UNO out of all the games Harry has to offer, but neither of them questions his choice. The three of them make themselves comfortable in the living room, Lis and Benji sit on the couch while Harry takes one of his armchairs while Benji mixes the cards. They seem to be a little too big for his hands, but he manages to finish the task just fine. They play round after round and Harry lets Benji win as much as possible, always pretending to be bummed that he lost the game. Only twice does Lis win, but Benji doesn’t mind that he has to share the victory with his mum, he has great manners, Harry notes once again.

Lis finds herself watching Harry with a fluttering heart. Every time he interacts with Benji something inside her chest feels to be growing. The way he treats the little boy, how he doesn’t seem to mind having him in the spotlight and the way he looks genuinely interested in anything Benji tells him about makes her completely forget about the doubts she was heaving before arriving. Even though she decided to be open to whatever fate has for her about Harry, she couldn’t just magically overcome all her fears from her previous experiences. She did think about canceling today, feeling reluctant if it would be a good idea or not, but now she couldn’t be happier with her choice.

Benji announces that he needs to use the toilet for something big, as he phrases, making Harry smile before he runs off to do his business.

“Sorry, he can be quite blunt sometimes,” Lis explains leaning back while Harry shuffles the cards once again.

“S’fine. He is great,” he grins, eyes meeting hers and the lock for a little longer than they intended, but they both find it hard to look away.

“Thanks for today. He is having a great time.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry he would let you know if he didn’t,” she chuckles making him laugh. “As I said, he can be pretty blunt.”

“I think it’s great. That he is not afraid to say what’s on his mind. I’m sure he doesn’t have trouble making friends.”

“He does not. He has this group of friends, it’s the five of them, all boys, they are like a little gang and I feel like Benji is some kind of leader. But not like a bossy one. They were all over at ours for his birthday and I was afraid he would act like a little king, but he always made sure to include everyone.” “That’s amazing. You taught him so well, Lis. Really, you should be very proud of yourself.” Not knowing how long Benji will take, he dares to take his seat next to Lis, he turns to face her, pulling a leg up, his knee brushing against the side of her thigh. The urge to just lean in and kiss her is growing, but he tells him he needs to keep himself at bay, not sure how far he is allowed to go.

She feels his hesitation, she sees the way he glances down at her lips longingly and she wants to give in. She almost does, because her attraction towards Harry grows with each passing moment, but just when she is about to give in, she hears Benji flush the toilet, kind of breaking the moment. Licking her lips she takes a deep breath to get her into the right mindset before Benji arrives back.

“Can we build a card castle?” Benji asks excited as he runs back into the living room, not even noticing that Harry has taken his spot on the couch. He kneels down next to the coffee table, taking the cards and starting anyway.

Harry pays one last lingering look to Lis before turning his attention back at the boy, lending him a helping hand in the building process.

It’s way past five by the time Annalise and Benji are getting ready to leave. Benji managed to convince them to watch a movie once he got bored with the cards, so they ended up in Harry’s movie room, which completely blew his mind away and they watched Zootopia.

Now Benji is rambling about his football game coming up next weekend and how he’ll score the most goals for sure.

“Will you come to see me, Harry?” he asks with bright eyes, the question catches him by surprise, but Lis as well. Harry glances up at her immediately, not sure what to say.

“Oh, Benji, Harry might have work that day—“

“I would love to,” he blurts out and it’s the truth. “I-If it’s fine by you as well,” he adds, still looking at her.

“Are you sure you’re not busy?”

“Lis, I wouldn’t say it if I was busy. I think I can make it work, but I’ll check back with you later this week, alright?”

“Yeah. Sure,” she nods, clearly surprised how quickly Benji grew a liking to him.

“Yay! See you later then, Harry!” Benji cheers, waving goodbye to Harry who feels touched by this little gesture. He runs down the stairs and jolts right towards the car, Lis following him behind.

Harry watches her help him into the car, shutting the door once he is all buckled up and instead of getting into the car as well, she walks back up to Harry who is still standing at the door. When she walks up the stairs she pushes him a little back into the house so they fall out of Benji’s sight, Harry is a little puzzled, but he quickly forgets about his racing thoughts once Annalise’s lips meet his in a sweet kiss.

Pushing his surprise aside he is quick to recover, arms circling around her waist while hers cup his cheeks gently. It’s not a long kiss, neither a passionate one, but it’s exactly what they both needed. Their lips move in sync and he hesitantly, but licks her bottom lip before their tongues meet in the middle.

“Lunch sometime this week?” she asks, quite out of breath, the smallest smile tugging on her plump lips.

“Yeah, I-I’ll text you?” he breathes out, lips still tingling from the kiss he has been dreaming about for quite a while now.

“Okay,” she chuckles, placing a soft peck to his lips before turning around and going back to her car.

Harry stands at the door, stunned and completely blown away as he watches them leave, Benji waves in his way one last time before they disappear, out the gate, out of his sight.

“You are oddly quiet, but like, in a good way” Chloé states, eyes examining her best friend as they are sitting comfortably on a bench at the nearby park they often take Benji out. It has a nice and popular playground right in the middle and Benji loves playing with the kids from around the neighborhood here.

Annalise just smirks innocently, shrugging her shoulder, fingers digging into the apple slices in the box she packed as a snack.

“You also haven’t told me about a certain singer lately, but from the glow on your face, I assume things are going great?” she nudges her, happy to see Lis so happy and careless.

“I guess,” she shortly nods, still avoiding to look at her best friend.

“Elaborate. You know I’m too nosy not to know every little detail,” Chloé teases her, making her laugh.

“Oh, I know how nosy you are, don’t worry.”

“So? How is our favorite singer?”

“He is… fine. We’ve been getting close.”

“Which means…?”

“Which means that we’ve been meeting up constantly.”

“For fuck’s sake, Lis, would you just give me the whole thing? Why do I have to pull it out of you word by word?”

“What do you want to know?” Annalise chuckles at her impatient friend.

“How big?” she bluntly asks, making Lis gasp at the question.

“That I don’t know and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“How mean! I deserve to know it! Though I’m disappointed you haven’t jumped his bones yet.”

“What were you expecting? We’ve been seeing each other for a little over a month only. In mother time, that’s like… two days,” she jokes.

“Stop with this bullshit. You might be a mother, but you’re still a 25 year-old hot bitch.”

“Hearing you call me a mother and a bitch in the same sentence is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously on-point,” Chloé scoffs. “Alright, so tell me, what’s stopping you from sleeping with him? You know you can always bring Benji over for a sleepover so you can shag Mr. One Direction.”

“And now you are mentioning Benji and shagging in the same sentence, would you stop?” Annalise chuckles, stuffing another slice of apple into her mouth.

“I’m just trying to get you laid!”

“Well, I don’t need help, okay?” she retorts, but her fast response gets Chloé to think.

“Wait, you have something planned already, right?” Annalise doesn’t answer, her eyes dart over to Benji at the swings playing with two other little boys, but the blush on her cheeks gives her away. “Oh shit! You have something planned! Tell me!”

“Why would I tell you when you’ll just make fun of me?” she sighs, finally turning to face her.

“I would never make fun of you shagging the hottest singer in Britain. No, in the whole world, probably.”

Huffing to herself, Lis looks around, making sure no one hears what they are talking about, before turning back to Chloé.

“Benji has a sleepover birthday party next weekend. I thought I would… ask Harry if he wants to come over. I’d cook something, get some wine… you know. A kind of cozy date night.”

“That’s literally the sweetest shit ever,” Chloé sighs. “Now I feel horribly single.”

“Stop it!” Lis chuckles. “You have at least five men waiting for your call.”

“Yeah, whatever. So, does this late night involve the dirty deed?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” she admits shyly. It’s been so long since she was intimate with anyone, she sometimes feels like a silly teenage girl, especially when it comes to Harry. He makes her feel things she thought she would never experience.

“Go girl! Get that D!” Chloé cheers, making Lis gasp at her bluntness once again.

“Chlo! There are kids around!”

“If a kid knows what the D means, their childhood is already ruined, so don’t come for me.”

“Chloé! Come see what I can do!” Benji emerges from the group of kids, dragging Chloé with himself, leaving Annalise alone on the bench.

Now that she said her plans with Harry out loud, she can’t help but feel nervous. What if it’s too soon? Or what if Harry is not even free that evening? Scared that her dream date might go down the drain, she grabs her phone from her bag and dials his number.

“Hey!” he greets her cheerfully, always so happy to hear from her.

“Hi, am I bothering you?”

“No, I’m just in the car. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask if… you had any plans next Saturday.”

“I have a studio session until six, but I’m free after that. What do you have in mind?” Harry asks, a little surprised she asked him out, but it’s clearly making his chest warm up, knowing that she is thinking about him too.

“Benji was invited to a birthday party and it’s a sleepover… So I’ll have the house for myself. I thought I could cook something, we could have some wine, you know.” She nervously scratches the bench next to her thigh, nervous to hear his reaction to the idea.

“Oh, that sounds perfect! But if you’re cooking, let me take care of the wine. What kind do you like?”

“Um, I’m not an expert. Bring whatever you like, I’m sure I’ll be fine with that too.”

“Okay, but I won’t be the one to drink it,” he chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t drink and drive, Love.”

“Why—“ she cuts herself off realizing what Harry meant. He didn’t think it would involve him staying the night, so now she has to bring that up as well. Just great. “Harry, you wouldn’t have to drive,” she says, hoping her tone gives away the real meaning behind her words.

“Oh,” Harry breathes out, clearly surprised. “Are you sure?”

“I am. So, bring whatever you like.”

“Alright. Great,” he says and she just knows he is grinning ear to ear. “Saturday it is then. Does lunch on Wednesday still stand?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “See you later then.”

Annalise’s hand slides down her sides, smoothing the fabric softly on her frame, her eyes cautiously examining the outfit. She’s changed about three times now, feeling so nervous that she finds something in everything he puts on. She knows she is running out of time, but she still can’t put her critiques aside. She wants to look perfect for Harry.

At last, she forces herself to stay in the white satin dress that hugs her curves just perfectly. She doesn’t like it that her arms are on display, but since the oven has been on for hours now, the whole place feels so hot and she doesn’t want to sweat out of her clothes for sure. She quickly brushes her hair and fixes some smudged mascara off from under her eyes before shuffling into the kitchen to check the chicken in the oven. It’s coming together perfectly, the top is already starting to look nice and crisp, she’ll just give it a few more minutes before turning the heat off.

She puts on some soft music quietly to fill the silence, and quickly fixes the pillows on the couch just when the doorbell rings, making her jump a little. Taking a deep breath she rushes over and swings it open, revealing Harry standing on the doormat, wearing black and white checkered pants with a black button down shirt, the first few buttons left undone to give her a teasing look of his tattooed chest. He is holding two bottles of champagnes in his left hand as he smirks down at her.

“Hey, come in!” she breathes out in excitement.

“Hi,” he smiles and as he steps inside, he leans down, kissing her lips softly. “You look beautiful,” he compliments her, making her blush in a heartbeat.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” He nods smiling as she locks the door and turns to her holding the bottles up.

“Couldn’t really decide, so I brought a white and a red one.”

Her eyes fall on the bottles and though she is not an expert, she can tell those wines cannot be bought in a Tesco, they must cost a fortune.

“Harry you shouldn’t have—“ “None of that,” he cuts her off. “Just want you to have a nice evening, okay?”

Breathing out, her features softens as she steps closer and places a soft peck to his lips.

“Food is almost done. Would you mind helping me set the table?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

While Annalise takes the chicken out and finishes up the last touches, Harry sets the table carefully and opens one of the wines, filling two glasses. He helps her carry the food to the dining table and can’t help but notice how nervous she seems.

“Hey,” he softly says putting a hand to her knee gently as they sit at the table. “Stop worrying, okay? No pressure.” “I’m sorry, it’s just… been so long that I’ve been in this position,” she breathes out nervously.

“I just want you to have a good time, alright? I’m happy with just being around you, honestly.” “I hate how understanding you always are,” she chuckles and he raises his eyebrows at him.

“What do you mean?” he asks in amusement.

“It’s just… this voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me to keep my guards up, but you literally give me no reason to do that, being such a gentleman and all. So I’m having this… nonsense conflict with myself,” she admits chuckling. “Sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

“No, I get it. Totally. I’m sorry that you feel that way and… I just want you to know that we have time. Whenever you finally let go of your doubts, I’ll be happy about it, but I’ll stay here in the meanwhile as well.”

For a moment, she feels like she is about to start crying. No one has ever made her feel this safe, especially not a man she was dating, but Harry managed to bring her this sense of comfort from the very first moment. Even when she was planning to never see him again, her heart was aching to leave such a wonderful man.

“Thank you,” she breathes out and leaning closer, she kisses him. It’s a longer one, but not too hard, more of a lingering touch of their lips. Harry’s hand reaches up to cup her face and as his thumb runs along her cheekbone a shiver runs down her spine.

Pulling back she takes a deep breath to settle herself in reality.

“Alright. Um… let’s eat, I’m starving.”

As the wine diminishes gradually, the more loose they both become, keeping up the conversation without any breaks. Nothing is off-topic, they can talk about anything and everything. Harry insists taking up on the washing duty, so while he is elbows deep in the sink, Lis stands next to her with a kitchen towel to dry the dishes. They both feel a little giddy, but thanks to the food, neither of them drunk just yet. It’s the perfect amount of tipsy, her cheeks are flushed and his fingertips are buzzing. The fear she felt earlier about where the night would head has slowly turned into pure desire. She wants this, she wants him, more than she has wanted anyone in her life.

“Thank you for the amazing food,” he murmurs once everything is spotless and clean. His hands find her waist, pulling her against his chest, her fingertips dance across his chest until they find the soft curls at the back of his neck.

“Mm, thanks for the amazing wine,” she comments cheekily, making him chuckle before he dips his head down and captures her lips in a sweet kiss.

It starts innocently, so light and delicate, but soon enough they both grow hungrier, needing more and more. His fingers dig into the small of her back, wrinkling the soft fabric of her dress as he turns them until she is trapped between him and the counter behind her. She buries her fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful in each hand, making him moan from the gentle tugging. He is quick to hoist her up, making her sit on the countertop and her knees part on their own, letting him stand close to her.

His lips travel down to her jawline, down her neck and delicate collarbone, leaving lustful kisses everywhere he can, making her get wetter with each touch he leaves on her soft skin.

“Harry,” she breathes out when his ring clad fingers dig into her thighs, pulling her forward so her center meets his hips and it’s clear just how excited he is about the situation.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he breathes out against her neck before his lips return to hers, kissing her harder than ever.

“Don’t fucking stop. Just… take this to the bedroom, yea?” she pants and he nods, pushing himself away a little so she can hop off the counter.

She leads the way up to the bedroom and though Harry would love to look around in this very intimate space of hers, he is a little too occupied at the moment. Before she could reach the bed he grabs the end of her dress and pulls it off swiftly, leaving her in her matching bra and thong, something she bought especially for this occasion.

“Lis, fuck,” he whines, so whipped by how amazing she looks.

“Let’s get rid of this as well,” she whispers, biting into her bottom lip as her fingers work fast on his buttons, the shirt soon joining her dress somewhere on the floor. She can’t stop herself from running her palms up and down his chest, feeling the heat of his body under her skin, making her lose her breath.

He grabs a hold of her thighs easily, earning a small squeak from her as he walks the rest of the way to the bed and throws her to it, getting on top of her without hesitation. His lips are quick to meet the soft skin on her neck once again, nipping it gently, making her back arch from sensation. The kisses wander down her collarbone, the swell of her breasts and he just can’t get enough of her. He is taking his time with the exposed skin, a hand sliding between her back and the mattress, working on the clasp.

“Is this okay?” he pants the question and she nods immediately. The clasp comes undone and she wiggles her shoulders until the straps slide down her arms. He is the one to grab the bra and throw it away. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he breathes out at the sight of her exposed chest, making her tremble from his words. She has never been so praised and appreciated before, Harry makes her feel like she really is the only woman to exist.

A hand comes up to cup her left breast while kissing her right one until his lips wrap around her pebbled nipple, sucking on it gently.

“Fuck! Yes!” she moans, her fingers lacing through his hair. She is completely lost in him, all she sees, hears and feels is Harry and at that moment she is convinced that it’s what has to happen. She wouldn’t be anywhere else with anyone else than him right now.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she pulls him up so their lips meet again in a hungry, demanding kiss as her hands slide down to his pants, eager to get it undone as fast as possible. Once it’s done, he is quick to push them down his long legs, leaving him in only his boxer briefs, a moan escaping his pink, swollen lips when his erection meets her heated core once he is right above her.

That’s it. That’s the moment from where there’s no turning back, not that any of them want to, they are both so desperate to get closer, they wouldn’t want it to end for anything.

Her hands move down his chest until her fingers reach the elastic band of his underwear. She hooks her pointing fingers into it on both sides and just as she is about to pull them down, her phone starts ringing.

“Fuck,” she pulls away, her chest heaving wildly and he is just as big of a mess as she is. Reaching for the device on the nightstand, her eyes go wide seeing the caller. “Fuck, oh my God, I need to take this. It’s Sylvia, she is the mom where Benji is sleeping over,” she jabbers, grabbing the covers to pull over her chest out of instinct.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Harry nods, trying his best to catch his breath.

“Sylvia! Hi! Everything alright?” she starts answering the call.

“Hey, sorry to call you so late, but Benji is not feeling too good.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“He says his tummy hurts, tried to give him some tea, but I didn’t know what kind of medicine you use, so I didn’t give him anything. He says he wants to go home.”

“Oh, shit. Okay, uh, I can’t drive, I’ve had some wine already,” she breathes out in frustration, feeling her panic taking over.

“Oh, it’s alright, Pete can take him home if it’s alright by you.”

“Yes, thank you so much! Thank you for calling!”

“It’s alright. I’ll get him ready and I think they’ll be home in about fifteen.”

“Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience,” she apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it. I hope he’ll feel better!”

The call ends, leaving Lis in a frantic state and Harry knows something is wrong.

“What happened?” he asks sitting up on the bed.

“I, uhh—Benji, he is not feeling well so the birthday kid’s dad is bringing him home,” she answers, already getting out of the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt and shorts from a pile of clothes near her wardrobe. “Shit,” she curses when she struggles to put on the sweatshirt, her arm getting stuck in it.

“Hey, slow down, it’s all fine. Go get whatever medicine he needs, can I help with anything?” Harry stands up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and he gets dressed as well.

“Um, there is a blue blanket he likes to sleep with when he is sick. Can you find that for me? It’s in there somewhere,” she gestures towards her wardrobe and Harry nods, starting his search right away. “Harry I’m so sorry, this—“

“Don’t worry about it. Just do what you need to do,” he shushes her and she sends him a thankful look before running out to get everything ready by the time Benji arrives.

Annalise is already outside when the car arrives, greeting Pete with soft thank you’s as she helps Benji out of the car. He looks tired and a frown tugs on his sweet features now, he clearly doesn’t feel well.

“Oh baby, come on,” she coos at him softly. “Thank you Pete!”

“No problem. Get well, Champ!” the man waves before them off before getting in the car and driving away.

“What hurts, Sweety?” she asks Benji as they walk inside.

“My tummy!” he whispers frowning.

“Alright, I’ll get you some medicine and then you can sleep, alright?”

“Harry?” he asks, looking a little surprised, finding the man standing in the kitchen, the blue blanket in his hands.

“Hi Benji. Not feeling good?” he asks softly, looking down at the little boy with nothing but patience and sympathy. Benji shakes his head pouting.

“Here,” Harry softly says and hands the boy the blanket, who mumbles a soft thank you.

“Mummy, can I sleep with you?” he pleads looking up at Lis.

“Yeah, of course, come on. Let’s get you settled.” She gives him his medication, gets him changed and makes him comfortable in her bed, tucked in his blue blanket.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” she whispers softly, kissing his forehead. He nods into the pillow, already drifting off to sleep. Walking out she closes the door quietly, heading back down where Harry is sitting at the kitchen island. He hears her footsteps and he stands up from the stool, feeling a little lost after everything that just happened.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting it,” she apologizes right away, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry. How is he?”

“We’ll see in the morning. Maybe he just ate something that upset his stomach.”

“That’s good,” he nods, brushing his palms down his thighs. “I’ll, um, call a taxi and leave—“

“Don’t!” she finds herself replying right away, surprising the both of them. “I-I… I don’t want you to leave, I just…”

“I could… stay on the couch,” he offers, eyes softening on her. “If it’s alright for me to still spend the night.”

“Of course. I want you here. I’m sorry our night got ruined.”

“Don’t even say that.” He takes her hands and pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her hunched frame.

“I just… I’m sorry, this is… This is my life, and—“

“I know,” he cuts her off. “And honestly, I’m fine with it, okay? Don’t worry about me. Benji needed you, we’ll have another time to ourselves, alright? I loved tonight nevertheless, don’t try to convince yourself otherwise.”

She nods quietly, his lips meet her forehead before she tilts her head back and kisses him.

“It’s a pullout. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket,” she tells him. While she gathers the necessities, he moves the small coffee table aside and pulls the couch out. Annalise brings him everything he needs and makes sure he is at least comfortable now that he was forced to spend the night in the living room.

“Thank you for being so understanding,” she whispers, kissing him one last time.

“Always,” he murmurs, his nose nudging against hers playfully. “Good night.”

“Good night, Harry.”

With one last peck she leaves. Benji is all curled up in her bed and as she lies beside him, her thoughts relentlessly go out to the man sleeping on the couch right now. Even with the unpleasant turn of events, tonight has been everything she could dream of. If only they had more time alone…

Benji is still asleep, spread out on the bed when Annalise wakes up. Rubbing her eyes she sees that it’s only barely past eight, so Benji will be asleep a little longer for sure. She carefully gets out of the bed and ties her hair up, trying her best to tame her messy locks. When she walks out of the room she hears glasses clinking downstairs and arriving to the kitchen she is surprised to see Harry there, deep in focus as he is trying to figure out how to make the coffee machine work.

“Morning!” she smiles walking inside. He turns in the direction of her voice, a smile playing on his pink lips. He is wearing the same clothes as last night, but his hair is now messy, eyes a little puffy from his sleep.

“Hey! Sorry for barging into the kitchen alone, just wanted to make some coffee.”

“It’s alright,” she smiles back and stepping closer she steals a quick kiss. “Let me help.”

The two of them move around each other, Harry finishes up the coffees after Lis has showed him how to make the machine work, and in the meanwhile she makes some toasties quickly. Then they sit at the kitchen island, eating silently and appreciating this moment they have to themselves in the morning.

“Lis, I wanted to talk about something.”

“Yeah?” she turns to him, sipping on her coffee.

“I’m… flying to LA in two days.”

She stops chewing as his words sink in. All this time she almost completely forgot that Harry’s life is not always based in London. They were just lucky enough to have some time to themselves with him staying in the same place for a longer time.

“Oh. Okay.”

“It’s gonna be two weeks. I have some important meetings and stuff to take care of.”

“Sure, understandable.”

He puts his mug down and turns to her fully. She does the same, their eyes meeting and they both seem anxious and fragile in the moment. Reaching out he takes her hands between his warm palms, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I want you to know that while I’ll be away, I will… I won’t be…” He doesn’t seem to find the right words and she finds it cute, a smile tugging on her lips. “Fuck, what I’m trying to say is that I think of us as… that we are exclusive. This is what I’m trying to say, that I won’t be… looking for someone else?”

“You are so cute when you are nervous,” she chuckles.

“Sorry, it always feels so weird to talk about this kind of stuff,” he admits breathing out shakily. “But anyway, this was my way of saying that I see us as a… couple.”

“That’s cool, because I see us the same way,” she smiles. “And I’m glad you won’t be looking for someone else in LA,” she adds chuckling, making him laugh as well.

“I’m sorry I need to leave though,” he breathes out, his hands finding her knees. His fingers start drawing little circles to her exposed skin.

“It’s fine, I understand,” she smiles gently. It’s not that she likes the idea of him being so far away, but just like she has her own baggage, he comes with his own as well and she is more than ready to accept him just as he is.

Leaning in he kisses her lips softly and just as he is about to drag it out a little, footsteps are heard from the stairs and he leans back just in time before Benji appears.

“Hey baby. Feeling better?”

“Yes. I’m hungry!” he states, climbing to the third stool at the kitchen island. “Hi Harry,” he nods in his way, not even caring about why he is here in the morning.

“Mornin’ Benji,” he smirks at the boy as Lis goes to make some more toasties for him.

Following breakfast Benji is off to clean up his room a little, so Harry and Lis have some alone time. Annalise walks Harry out to his car and they stop before he would get inside, turning to Lis for a kiss.

“Stay safe, okay? Need you back in one piece,” she tells him, feeling shy, but warm at the same time from being able to say that to him.

“Oh you do?” he smirks down at her teasingly, kissing her softly as his hands find her waist, pulling her close to him.

“I do,” she smiles. “So, see you in two weeks?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you though. Thanks for the breakfast.”

He presses one last kiss to her lips, forcing himself not to drag it any longer because if he did, he knows he won’t be able to leave anytime soon. She steps away from the car as he gets in, smiling at each other through the window before he starts the car. She watches him drive away with a heavy heart, thinking about how hard it will be to not see him for two weeks. But there’s nothing she can do about it.

Harry has always felt like he had different lives in different cities. He is like another man in London, in New York and in LA, the three cities where he mostly spends his time. It’s not exactly a change in him whenever he is in another place, more like the people that surround him and he hasn’t had any hustle switching whenever he was traveling.

However, for the first time in years, he finds himself being an outsider in LA, his heart lusting to go back to London, to Annalise.

One meeting follows the other, he has a few fittings and an interview as well, joined with a photoshoot. He finds himself rather lucky to be so busy, otherwise he would surely feel the homesick kicking in harder than ever. He hasn’t had any problem with it since he was nineteen, he has gotten used to living all over the place. It took him quite some time to accept that he has to be away with his mum and sister, but now he has to go over the same thing with Annalise, knowing that she won’t be able to travel with him, but still, he is planning on the long run with her, so he has no other choice than get used to it.

The bar is packed, after all it’s a Friday night. That’s exactly why Harry didn’t want to come out, but he was kind of forced. Sitting in the corner of the booth he is trying to let loose and enjoy his time with his friends, nursing a beer that’s been sitting on the table in front of him for a while now.

When Jeff returns from the call he had to make quickly outside, he eyes Harry suspiciously. It’s not like him to be so closed off and distant, he is usually the first one to ask for a round of shots, but not tonight.

“Everything alright, mate?” he asks grabbing Harry’s attention.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” “So why the long face then?”

“Just… not in the mood, I guess,” he shrugs it off, but he can’t fool someone who has known him as long as Jeff.

“Okay, does this have anything to do with the songs you’ve been writing?”

“Who told you?” he smirks in disbelief as Jeff takes a sip from his beer.

“Mitch might be quiet, but he surely likes to gossip,” he chuckles lightly. “So, who is the girl?”

“Met her on New Year’s Eve. Thought I would never see her again, but then we ran into each other and… I haven’t stopped thinking about her since then,” he truthfully admits. “She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Jeff. So not like anyone else I’ve ever known.”

“Woah, she really got you.”

“Yeah,” he nods chuckling. “I’m just so afraid of messing it up.”

“Why would you? It sounds like it’s heading in the right direction.”

“She… She has a kid so it’s a little complicated. I just really don’t want to mess anything up, because it would be twice as bad. I would hate to know I disappointed Benji.”

“Wait, so you met the kid too?”

“I did, he is a fun little guy,” he chuckles thinking back at the time he has spent with Benji. From the time they played UNO at his house, through the football game Harry went to just as he promised, all the way to when he took Benji and Lis to their favorite pizza place one afternoon when Lis told Harry through the phone that he’s had a shitty day. Harry didn’t hesitate to end his meeting a little early just so he could pick them up and take them to their favorite place for a slice. He will never forget the shine in both Benji’s and Annalise’s eyes that day. Right then he knew he would do anything for the both of them without a second thought. The fact that he was falling for Lis faster and deeper than ever kind of scares him, but he is ready to give the feeling everything he has.

“Man, you are whipped!” Jeff chuckles leaning back in his seat. “Should I be planning your hiatus?” he asks half-jokingly, though they both know if Harry were to decide to take some time off, Jeff would support him no matter what’s the reason behind it.

“No, not yet. We are still just trying to make it work,” Harry smiles at him, just the thought of being an official couple with Lis makes his heart beat ten times faster.

“Look, just make sure you communicate. You know you sometimes suck in that, but I think that’s what she needs the most.” “Yeah, I know.”

“She is responsible for a kid too, she needs to know exactly what you think, she probably doesn’t have any time or energy to play games.”

“I don’t want to play games with her.”

“Great. Then use your head, think and then talk. It can’t turn out too bad if you follow these easy steps.”

Harry nods, taking a mental note, hoping he won’t forget about the advice when he needs it the most.

The conversation around them carries on and Jeff soon abandons their discussion, leaving Harry with his own thoughts. He has been thinking about Annalise continuously ever since he left her house that morning and his time apart from her just made him realize how deeply he feels for her truly. Every second, every minute, he just wants to know what she’s doing and if she’s alright. Their little FaceTime calls have been his favorite parts of his days and in all honesty, he can’t wait to get back to London and hold her in his arms.

Excusing himself from his group of friends, he walks out of the bar to the street, finding himself a secluded spot on the corner. He does some quick math in his head coming to the conclusion that she is probably already up, getting ready for work, so he decides to just call her without texting first. Luckily, Annalise has been up for a while when the call arrives, a wide smile tugging on her lips as she answers it right away.

“Hey!” she greets him, her voice alone warms his chest.

“Hi, I didn’t wake you, right?”

“No, I just finished my morning coffee. Where are you?”

“Just out with a few friends.”

“So then why are you calling me?” she chuckles softly.

“Because… I missed your voice, so I called you,” he admits a little shyly, a blush warming his cheeks that she can’t see now, unfortunately. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too, Harry. But you’ll be back soon, right?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to see you again and kiss you again.”

“Why are you being so cheesy all of a sudden?” she laughs, but secretly, she loves knowing he feels the same way as she does.

“Sometimes I’m cheesy. You don’t like it?” he smirks, hearing her laugh through the line.

“I like it, don’t worry.”

“How was your day yesterday?” he asks and then he just listens to her talking.

With a crowded bar behind him, a group of people waiting for his return, he still stays outside listening to Annalise tell him about the smallest things that happened to her lately. And he loves every second of it. If only she didn’t have to leave to work, he would willingly and happily stay there and talk to her for hours.

“Alright, I need to help Benji get ready. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, tell Benji I said hi.”

“Will do. Take care!”

“You too. Bye.”

As the call ends, he stays put for a little longer, opening up his camera roll, scrolling down a little until he finds the photo he took of Lis at one of their lunch dates. She is laughing wholeheartedly, wearing her scrubs and an oversized zip-up hoodie, cheeks slightly blushed from something he said. He hasn’t been the kind to set up personal photos as his lockscreen, but looking at this picture the urge is stronger than ever, though he knows he can’t. Fans are always so eagle-eyed when it comes to paparazzi photos, he doesn’t want them to start speculating if they accidentally get a glimpse of his screen. Instead, he opens up his text thread with Lis and types her a quick message.

Harry: Miss you. Have a great day Xx.

Just a few moments later comes her reply.

Lis: Miss you too, can’t wait to see you again :)

Lis: Harry, forgot I had a parents’ meeting in Benji’s school tomorrow. Can’t make it to the airport :(

Harry: Don’t worry about it. When will you be off?

Lis: God knows… these stuff last forever ugh

Harry: Just text me whenever it ended and I can come over or something

Lis: Will do and I’m so sorry!

Harry: It’s all good :)

 Harry can’t help but sigh as he rereads the texts he exchanged just before his plane took off. He was really looking forward to meet Lis as soon as she got off work, but her parental duties come first as always and though he knows she can’t do anything about it, the situation still upsets him. He had a dinner reservation for the two of them since she said Benji would stay over at Chloé’s for the night, giving the whole evening and night to them, but it all just went down the drain when her text found him while he was packing to leave.

When the plane touches down and Harry makes his way through the terminal, he still finds himself looking around, hoping to see Annalise’s bright eyes, though he sees nothing but strangers around him.

Arriving home he breezes through the packing quite fast since he has been doing it a lot in the past decade. He makes a quick trip to the nearby Tesco to fill up his fridge and he buys some snacks in hopes Lis will call soon and he can be over so they can watch a movie and hopefully stay unbothered for the rest of the night.

Around seven, he shoots her a quick what’s up? text that stays unanswered, but also unread. He figures she is still stuck at the meeting so he tries to make himself busy with sorting out some emails he has been delaying to answer to in the past two days. Hour passes after hour and Harry’s hope to see Lis slowly starts to vanish. When the clock strikes nine he figures she won’t be calling anytime soon since it’s a weekday and he knows she doesn’t like staying up late when she has work the next day.

He is just about to give up on the waiting and take a shower, get ready to bed when his phone finally chimes. He basically throws himself at it, opening it faster than light.

Lis: let me in? :)

He stares down at the screen a tad bit longer, his breath caught in his throat as he realizes that he should do something. Dropping the phone to the couch he rushes to the front door, seeing her standing at the gate through the security cameras, so he quickly opens it for her, throwing the door open.

Lis walks up to the house with rushed steps, both of them smiling widely and Harry still can’t believe she just showed up.

“What happened to texting me when you’re done?” he asks in disbelief.

“Thought I would surprise you,” she giggles just as they meet halfway and Harry doesn’t hesitate to envelope her in his arms, lips pressing to hers so hard she bends backwards, right into his hands that press into her waist.

“I’m proper surprised, baby,” he smirks against her lips, making her chuckle.

“Yeah? Do you want to be even more surprised?” Harry’s eyebrows rise.

“Always.”

“I’m wearing a corset and tights under this,” she whispers in excitement and his eyes light up like it’s Christmas day.

Without a word he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder to bring her inside, she laughs loudly, feeling like a rag doll, but she doesn’t mind it a bit. Not tonight.

When the front door closes behind them and her feet meet the floor again, he stares down at her with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. She is wearing a little black dress with a thin trench coat on top, paired with nude heels, her hair is pinned up with a hairclip and she is wearing only a thin layer of makeup, barely anything. Harry looks down at her and thinks to himself: he will never find another woman like her. Not that he wants to.

“Before we do anything, let me set an alarm, because I won’t be thinking about it once I get started with you. When do you need to leave in the morning to pick Benji up before work?” he asks, quickly shuffling into the living room to grab his phone from the coffee table.

“We don’t need an alarm,” she softly says, making him arch his eyebrows. “Benji is staying at Chloé’s and she is taking him to school as well and I have the day off tomorrow.”

“Really?” he asks, stunned that they have a whole day to themselves.

“Yeah. I just need to pick Benji up from school in the afternoon.”

“What months is this?” he then suddenly asks, earning a puzzled look from Annalise.

“Um, what?”

“Just asking because I’m pretty sure it must be the 1st of February and my fucking birthday to have you all to myself for this long,” he states and she can’t help but laugh at him. Walking over to him, she grabs the phone from his hands and tosses it to the couch beside them before curling her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his hard chest.

“Consider this a late birthday gift, if you’d like. We weren’t too close back then, so I wasn’t able to give you anything.”

“You mean you were trying to keep yourself away from me back then, right?” he teases her, but she just rolls her eyes at his comment.

“You want me to keep myself away from you now, Styles?” she cheekily challenges and he shakes his head immediately, hands latching onto her waist to keep her close in case she wants to move away.

“Not at all. In fact, let’s just get rid of this quickly,” he mumbles, hands working fast to slip the coat off her shoulders and then he simply grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up with a swift movement, leaving her in said corset with a matching set of lingerie. His lips part and he almost gasp at how amazing she looks, even though she feels a little shy in this revealing outfit.

“Thank God for whoever invented corsets,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes glued to her body as she chuckles lightly.

“You gotta help me get out of it though, it needs more than two hands,” she admits stepping closer to kiss his lips shortly.

“Wait, then who helped you put it on?” he asks, feeling his possessive side kick in immediately.

“It was just Chloé. She also didn’t hold back the teasing about me finally getting railed tonight,” she adds with an awkward chuckle. She is not used to talking about sex this openly, especially since she hasn’t done it in ages. Following their failed attempt last time, she’s been stressing even more about her first time with Harry. He has been nothing but the best to her in every sense, she just wants to show him how much it means to her, make him feel good and treat him like he deserves to be treated.  

The way she just openly said that she is about to get railed by him does some unholy things to him, though he can’t not notice the hint of anxiousness in her eyes. Cupping her cheeks in his hands he lifts her head up so she is forced to look into his eyes.

“You alright? Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, wanting nothing else than to make her feel safe around him.

“I am. It’s just been a while since I was with someone. I don’t want to… disappoint you.” Her voice dies into a whisper and she licks her dry lips, her nerves taking over her. Harry smiles down at her softly.

“You can never disappoint. Just be honest and open with me, yeah? I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. Tell me what you like and want and I’ll do all that. I’ll do the same, deal?”

A sense of relief washes over her, knowing that she has found the man she’s been looking for so long and he is right there in front of her, ready to please her. Nodding her head shortly she takes a deep breath.

“Harry?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I want… you to take me up to your bedroom,” she tells him and he doesn’t need more. His hands move down to the back of her thigh as he urges her to jump. Her legs wrap around his waist as her lips crash down against his in a passionate, meaningful kiss while he walks up to his bedroom, shutting the world out and giving all of him to the woman he is falling hard for.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for the Avengers’ days off

Avengers x reader

warnings: stabbing mention lmao, guns

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “can we have a y/n just chilling with all the avengers?”

over the years, it was hard to have a peaceful day off, but sometimes that was the priority

each avenger had a preference on what they liked to spend their free time on

but we all know that there’s never a true stress-free day when it comes to your team

most of you preferred sleeping in, but not cap or sam, it was 6:00am sharp for them

you had begged tony to soundproof this place, but noooo

“it’s just not practical, what if someone’s being stabbed? what if we cant hear them yelling for help?”

so you could hear the clattering of the kitchen and buried your face into your pillow

sooner or later you’d roll out of bed and find breakfast had been cooked for the whole team

“‘morning, y/n! we made eggs, toast, bacon, waffles, and cut up some fruit! here’s your plate and here’s some juice”

“oh, wow, smells great”

it could’ve been worse, at least there were no coffee grounds in the disposal so you didn’t have to hear tony complain

speaking of tony, he emerged from the hallway in his silk robe with bags under his eyes

“well, i dont know about you guys, but i slept great!”

“how many hours of sleep did you get, tony?”

“you know, like...two”

sooner or later, the rest of the avengers had been woken up and everyone gathered in the living room to watch the news and talk about their plans

“can we watch something other than the news? i’d honestly be down to watch spongebob, anyone else?” -rhodey

you were in charge of the remote

“hell yeah, i thought you’d never ask”

this full group of adults peacefully watching nickelodeon together until everyone was finished

now there was a pile of dishes in the sink and a very dirty kitchen but everyone just kind of forgot about it and went on to other things

so what relaxed the avengers?

well, most of them liked to train, but they had other hobbies too

like steve, he liked to draw (every once in a while he showed you his sketches and they’re honestly really good?? especially the redraw of a monkey in the ‘40s)

sometimes he even asked you to model poses for him

“just another minute, y/n, you’re doing great”

*you standing on one shaking leg in a kick position*

steve made u draw with him

“it’s therapeutic”

you left your art in his room and now it’s hung up on the fridge

and then there was tony, who was working on some new inventions that you were a bit worried about

you snuck past the lab, but FRIDAY told him that you were near

“y/n! come help me with this really quick!”

“damn, so close”

“can you try this on and shoot it at that target over there?”

“why cant you do this?”

“because your body is able to ‘take the heat’ or whatever that dumb catchphrase you have is”

luckily it worked, but “not good enough” and you ended up helping tony hold the thing in place while he worked

“so, how’s your day off going so far? do anything fun?”

“hung out with steve while he was working on some sketches”

“so i’m going to take that as a ‘no’”

tony relieving you of your duties so that you could roam the compound once more

hearing wanda play guitar!! you loved hearing her play!

“knock knock”

“come in”

you laid in her bed for a while and listened to her soothing voice, it made up for tony’s lab assistant thing

“do you know what’s for lunch?”

“i think today’s special is ‘serve yourself’”

you and wanda went off to the kitchen to make macaroni and cheese (because why not??? im about to make my own mac and cheese)

(also u made tony a pb&j bc u knew damn well he wasn’t coming out of that lab for a while) (u gave him lightly salted chips too bc he needs to cut down on his sodium)

“tony, eat lunch”

“aww, for me? you shouldn’t have”

yall think wanda watches shameless?? bc i kinda do and these are my headcanons so she watches shameless

“we’re more unstable than the gallaghers, they should make a show about us”

she almost choked on her mac and cheeseeee

“keeping up with the avengers”

“‘tony, what the fuck is up with your wifi, you have this big-ass compound and you can’t afford a wifi box out here?’”

“‘it’s not about affording, it’s about radiation’”

“‘you’re gonna die anyway! you understand that, right? die with a good snapchat going through!’”

nearly pissing yourself laughing

but vision asked wanda a favor and you wandered off to another part of the compound

ah, yes, the training room

clint, nat, sam, and rhodey were all in here; it was target practice day

“y/n, grab a gun and get over here!”

“a gun? let’s teach y/n some archery”

“nobody wants to learn archery, clint”

“what? you said you wanted to”

“yeah, but you never taught me”

“well, i can teach you right now”

“fine, let’s go!”

red-wing flew very close to your head

“watch out, y/n!” -sam

“dude, you’re gonna kill them” -rhodey

“seems like now is a bad time?”

everyone was just kind of bickering as per usual, you were just a teeny bit bored

but sam agreed to a round of hand-to-hand combat that really relaxed you

no, really, the best stress reliever is a peaceful fight between your roommates

you were kinda glad it wasn’t nat you were fighting because she’d probably put you on the mat twice a minute

soon, each of you worked up a sweat and you went to your private bathroom to take a shower

there was always hot water at the avengers compound, so that was a comforting thought

after you were out, you got dressed into some cozy pajamas and walked out to the kitchen, where wanda and vision were making dinner

a few avengers were already out on the couches, just watching the tv

you joined them and suggested that they should all watch a movie tonight

“what kind of movie?”

“i dont know? hot tub time machine?”

everyone agreed

and side eyed steve when sebastian stan popped up on screen

“guys, i really dont see the resemblance! cant we just watch the movie?”

“are you blind??”

“his 90 year old eyes deceive him”

it was a good dinner

“sam, you stink”

“i havent taken a shower yet”

what a loving family

[daisugababy]

unedited sneak peek for the upcoming chapter of seattle: become human bc it’s valentine’s day so why not?? :)

February 14th 2039, 8:36 pm

When Levi opened the door to their house, all he wanted to do was to take a shower and then sleep. Did going to sleep at 9 pm on Valentine’s day make him sound boring? Maybe. Maybe a little bit. But he just got off a 24-hour shift, including a 16-hour surgery with Dr. Kepner and at this point he didn't care what the universe or his housemates would think of him. He was just exhausted and wanted to get some rest.  

Already imagining himself naked in the shower, closed eyes and hot water burning his skin, he kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat. Oh yes, with each step he took towards the bathroom, he could already smell that expensive sandalwood shower gel that Casey had gotten him as his Secret Santa last year.

He stopped, however, when he passed the kitchen, an unfamiliar, but definitely pleasantly smell catching his attention. He took a little detour and found Nico behind the kitchen counter, tossing the contents in a wok that Levi had never seen before, looking like a real professional. Nico always looked like he knew how to do things, even when he never tried them before.

With anyone else, it would have annoyed Levi, but with Nico... With Nico it was different.

Perfection was in his programming. He was manufactured to be a perfect surgeon. And he was able to learn almost anything within a few tries.  

Maybe that’s why he liked watercolors so much. He didn’t immediately conjure up a perfect painting. In fact, it took him weeks to produce something that he was somewhat satisfied with. Levi thought everything he did was perfect in a way. Even his first tries. They made him more...

Less like a machine. An actual...being. A being with flaws and imperfections.  

Levi had learned that Nico liked having a challenge. He liked having to really try to do something and to improve himself. Maybe not being perfect was his way of separating himself from his programming. To prove that he was someone who still had to learn. Who still could learn.

Upon closing in on his housemate, Levi began to recognize the wok. Casey’s mom had given it to him ages ago when he moved out first while being in pre-med. He had used it maybe once or twice before. It eventually landed in the furthest corner of the cabinets of the kitchen island. It originally wasn’t really a kitchen island. They had this one cabinet that Dahlia brought in and then decided to place a countertop onto it. A few bar stools later, they had a place to eat at or to just stare at the designated cook of the night. That was, if they didn’t just prepare something together.

Cooking together was a whole other story though. A story that wasn’t told often in this house due to recurring arguments.

Sitting down on one of the bar stools, Levi watched Nico move around, stirring the wok and checking the pot that Levi previously missed to notice.

“Do I have enough time to take a shower, or are you almost done?” Levi didn’t want to have him wait for too long, but he was definitely feeling very grimy from work today. And while Nico probably wouldn’t be bothered by it, Levi didn’t want Nico to associate him with the scent of sweat.

“Go ahead, it’ll take at least 15 minutes. So don’t rush,” Nico said, his hand sending him off before he turned around again to stir the wok.

When the smell of sandalwood surrounded him, Levi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He welcomed the hot water hitting his skin, washing away the sweat and stress of the day. He loved being a surgeon, saving people’s lives and all that. But it sure as hell was exhausting and had him longing for his bed 90 percent of his existence outside the hospital. That longing got more bearable though as soon as he was surrounded by his friends and furry children.

Levi smiled softly at the thought. He was really lucky to have found them. And he wouldn’t change a thing even if it could cancel out his tiredness.

He turned off the water, immediately missing its heat on his body. He reminded himself that better things were waiting for him downstairs as he stepped out of the shower onto the bath mat. He wiped the steam from the mirror above the sink to look at his reflection.

He knew he didn’t have enough time to make himself look truly dashing, but Nico was cooking for him and he didn’t just want to show up in his pajamas. So he dried his hair as best as possible with a towel and put on a nice shirt and jeans. He tried to do something with his hair, but it just ended up being his usual curly mess. Maybe he could play it off as part of his charm.

Maybe.

It’s not like he was going on a date or anything. It was just dinner. That Nico cooked. Nothing new or special. Absolutely not. It might be the day of commercial love, but that didn’t have to make it a date. Just because it was only them and Nico cooked something that smelled delicious while looking good, just like he always did.

When Levi entered the kitchen, it was dark inside. He looked around and found the food as well as Nico missing. Normally if Nico cooked, they’d sit at the kitchen island with Levi chomping down the dish and Nico drinking a cup of thirium. They’d talk about their day, plans for the weekend or just enjoyed the silent company of the other. Silence between them was never awkward.

Levi’s next stop was the living room. And sure enough, the smell of food got stronger with every step he took. Just on cue his stomach was growling loudly, reminding him that the last time he ate anything was right before the surgery had started.

All of that rumble was forgotten about though as soon as he stepped into the living room. Nico was sitting on the couch, Kali crawling onto his lap, Sprinkles next to them, licking his fur as if Nico had told him to spruce up. The only light in the room came from the fireplace and the fairy lights that Dahlia had installed throughout the room pre-Christmas.  

Slowly, Levi approached the couch, marveling at how cozy it all looked and how Nico looked like he just belonged here. Here and nowhere else. And Levi belonged here too. They both were absolutely and one hundred percent meant to be here. Together. Levi could feel it with every fiber of his being. And it was in that moment that he knew that whatever the future might hold for them, he would do absolutely anything to make sure that the man in front of him was safe. That he could be and do anything he wanted without ever having to be afraid.

“Oh.” Nico turned his head to look at Levi when he touched his right shoulder, hand gliding over to his left as he sat down next to him.

“It looks wonderful,” Levi whispered, feeling Nico wrap his arm around him.

“You do too.” Levi closed his eyes and tried to hide the grin that accompanied the heat that rose to his cheeks. Sometimes he forgot how smooth Nico could be if he wanted.

He opened his eyes again to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was a helpless “I –”

“Dinner is getting cold,” Nico noted with a smile, fingers tapping Levi’s upper arm, sending shivers down his spine. If it wasn’t for the food in front of him that Nico had spent his time on, Levi could’ve just stayed like this for the rest of the night, begging stomach completely ignored.

[adamsvanrhijn]

i hate doing the dishes. it makes me extremely nervous and upset. like i honest to god think i have a trauma response to doing the dishes.

my dad [claimed to have] left because:

- i ate dinner at 11pm and left a bowl & saucepan filled with water in the sink, without wiping the counter. - i then hid in my room for 48 hours because the next morning he sent me a stressful & passive aggressive text. - when i got caught he freaked out at me both about the dishes and about me hiding / telling him i was scared of him Specifically To Hurt Him lmfao - his long text calling me a narcissist etc specifically mentioned having to clean up after me my whole life (which like for at least half of it i don’t think i should have been responsible for cleaning up at least Some things)

literally my earliest memory of doing the dishes when i was getting old enough to want to do chores and help around the house was him berating me for doing it wrong and then like not actually showing me how to do it right. and leaving dishes in the sink has ALWAYS been something that gets me yelled at and i don’t know why i kept doing that because i always got stressed about it but i just did anyway. and then when i did do the dishes i’d get a lecture about doing them wrong even though i like. always did my best and they seemed to me like they were clean enough to eat off of. but like i got yelled at over it many times and more often than that got stern stressful lectures

earlier this year when i was staying with tama (before all this) she like, told me reasonable things about the dishes on a couple of occasions and both times i like, internally freaked the fuck out and spent the rest of the day on edge; when i was staying with lara i was sometimes too tired to do them which they stressed was Fine but i literally felt like i was going to die every time i didn’t do them

on top of all this, i keep cutting myself, i hate the sensory experience of the very hot water + food stuff, i hate having to stand because my body freaks out and that last one is a huge detrimental factor i’ve never had to deal with before.

at home i mostly meal prepped bc we had a large fridge/freezer & an outdoor freezer, so i’d cook once or twice a month, do all the dishes at once & then not really have to again bc the eating containers could all go in the dishwasher but i can’t do that now because i haven’t like, figured out my fridge yet and i need to have an extra freezer

i don’t know i just hate it... i hate it

i did two loads in the dishwasher today & i cleaned the dishwasher (actually some of this might have been yesterday? time is an illusion) but i still have a sink full of bags i need to wash + knives + wooden spoons and it’s just so stressful and i really don’t want to deal with it

add to that the water here is hard & additionally kind of gross so it takes a lot of effort... stuck food and stuff isn’t coming off even with soaking too (well i soaked w stpp + washing soda + dishwash liquid and it worked but i left them in for HOURS and then also ran them through the dishwasher) so that makes it annoying because like even when i am scrubbing a lot and like doing everything right they still don’t seem clean??? i honestly might clean my sink & start using distilled water but then it’s like, still handwashing lol

i’m gonna order dish gloves online bc i can’t find them in stores here at all but i hate the feeling of dish gloves so i feel like it’ll be trading one sensory bad thing for another. might help me stop getting cuts though

i don’t know it’s really stressful and i get upset every time i think about it. i feel so stupid lol

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Bang a Gong//Get It On (SMUT)

anonymous said: Hello! I LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you could write something about Roger and reader where they're like roommates/friends and one day she accidentally walks in on Roger while he's playing with himself and some sexual tension starts to develop cause like holy fuck that was hot and Rog is like big or something idduno ❤️

(a/n: almost 6000 words so its a big boi i’m such a crackhead i added a little bit more to the request than asked bc I wanted to make it kinda funny hehe okay but it still follows the request don’t worry  ANYWAYS yall im a mess this week hbu? Listen to T-Rex’s Electric Warrior album thx)

It was late afternoon when you decided to head over to yours to continue your study session with Brian. He’d already graduated, but he had taken some of the same science courses as you, so he promised he’d help you in exchange for a warm, home-cooked meal that Roger had zero part in. Whether it was because he distrusted Roger’s cooking skills or fearing being poisoned since they’d been bickering more lately, you had no idea, but you did know one thing – Roger would most definitely be home at this time. He usually got home an hour or two before you, so he wouldn’t be expecting you and you were just hoping he wasn’t eating any of the food you were planning on making.

The sound of T-Rex’s newest album, Electric Warrior, greeted you when you opened the door to your shared flat, Brian directly behind you. Immediately, you zeroed in on the source, knowing that Roger was most likely listening to it in his room, and you wondering where he’d scrounged up the money for that as you sat your book bag down on the hallway floor, pulling your shoes off individually before sitting them next to the bag. Brian followed suit, grimacing at the loud volume of the gritty-sounding blues song that was playing out of Roger’s speakers.

“Rog?” you called out, making a futile attempt to get a response from him as the music overpowered your voice. When you heard nothing, you sighed and rolled your eyes. “He’s going to go fucking deaf before he even goes blind, I swear it.” Pulling your hair out of the bun you’d had it in for most of the day, you locked the door behind Brian before grabbing your book bag again, heading for the couch.

“Wonder if he can hear the record, maybe he needs to turn it up a bit,” Brian joked lamely, making you snort and shake your head at the attempt at a jab. Not his best work, but the message was clear. You decided it was probably a good idea for you to go ask him to turn it down – if Brian did the same, you imagined it would end about as well as any of their other interactions had recently – in flames.

Dropping your bag at the end of the couch, you heard Brian go into the kitchen for a glass of water while you headed down the hallway, the music becoming almost unbearably loud as you approached his slightly cracked door. You could just see into his room, his disheveled honey blonde hair visible as he had his back to you – the headboard of the bed was directly next to the door, since he was a big fan of the whole ‘run into the room and immediately flop on the bed’ movement. Not appearing to be doing much except for laying there, you rolled your eyes at the fact that he was asleep right now.

“Got your music loud enough?” you yelled teasingly, throwing open the door and almost screaming at what you walked in on. Roger had his trousers and briefs pushed down just a bit, and he’d unbuttoned them as much as he could, fully freeing his cock from any restraints. He was laying down on top of his duvet, at least before he realized you’d barged in, after which he’d scrambled to tuck himself back into his briefs before rolling over away from you and pulling his duvet with him. The frantic action caused him to fall off the bed, and he landed with a thud and a loud groan as he disappeared from your view for a moment.

Your jaw was practically to the floor as you stood there, in absolute shock at what had just happened. The music was still playing loudly, and you felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you tried to grapple with what you’d seen. After a moment, Roger’s head popped back up over the side of his bed, and he looked both pleasantly annoyed and humiliated as he stared at you, seeming twice as embarrassed as you were. “You said what about my music?”

The attempt to change the subject was a valiant effort in itself, but was lost on you as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, laughing in horror for a moment. “Shit, Roger, I’m- I meant to knock, but the door was open, so I-“

“You can turn down the music,” he interrupted, giving you a pointed look before glancing at the record player to your right. Still in a mild daze, you nodded and turned slowly, turning the music down as the lead singer’s voice barely whispered out ‘You’ve got the teeth of a hydra upon you, you’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl.’ That only made things far more awkward than they already were, Roger’s piercing blue stare upon you the entire time you moved. It felt so uncomfortable as the singer yelled out ‘Get it on, bang the gong, get it on!’ that you had to shut your eyes for a moment, then open them again and give Roger a strained smile.

“I’m making pasta and garlic bread. Bri is here.” With that, you nodded curtly and scurried out of the room, trying to mask the conflicting emotions on your face as you reemerged into the living room.

“Thank god he listens to you,” Brian remarked as you passed, going directly to the kitchen. “I think I would have gone mad if he hadn’t turned it down. The man’s an animal.”

You almost choked at the last part of his sentence, coughing to cover it up as you pulled out a pot to boil some noodles in. Your cheeks were still bright red as you moved along, boiling the water and grabbing ingredients to make alfredo while you tried to erase the image of Roger splayed out on his bed, in the middle of getting himself off.

For the moment you’d seen him in what he thought was alone time, his face was pleasantly void of emotion, in a state of bliss as he rested back against his pillows. He looked utterly relaxed, careless – and dare you say, enticing – as he played with himself, probably assuming you wouldn’t be home for several hours yet. So when that bliss had erased itself because of you, you felt a twinge of guilt. After all, who were you to deny him that pleasure?

And something else twinged inside of you too – envy? Desire? Something darker, deeper than you’d expected had blossomed in your stomach, which wasn’t new – Roger was by far the most attractive roommate you’d had, well, ever. But this time, it was overwhelming, and you had to shove it down until it was buried when you’d almost finished making the pasta and Roger sauntered into the living room, his eyes immediately on you through the doorway. There was a look on his face, a warning one, and he glanced at Brian before raising an eyebrow at you. You realized he was wondering whether Brian knew, so you shook your head and offered a small reassuring smile, returning to the pasta and letting out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Oi, Roger, done destroying your eardrums?” Brian teased, Roger rolling his eyes as he started towards the kitchen, still lazily sauntering as if nothing had happened.

“Hello, Brian. Did you know I saw Chrissy today?” Roger remarked to Brian, seemingly offhanded, but you knew he was trying to push Brian’s buttons as he came to the refrigerator, opening it and pulling out a beer. “Talked to her about you, in fact. We had a nice conversation, sweet girl. A bit tame for my taste, but sweet.”

“Really?” Brian asked, trying to mask the anxious tone of voice he suddenly took on but failing miserably. You could hear him hop over the couch and make his way into the kitchen, Roger moving over to get plates down for the three of you as Brian attempted to nonchalantly lean against the doorway and cross his arms. “What did you tell her about me? Fred said he’s been talking me up, but who knows whether that means he’s telling her I’m smart or that I have a big cock.”

You stiffened a bit at that, almost imperceptibly, but Roger noticed. His blue eyes were picking you apart at the moment, noticing every movement, every subtle shift in your body language. He was nervous, afraid that you were going to slip up and say something about it, but you bit down on your lower lip before continuing to stir the pasta. God, speaking of big cocks, who knew Roger Taylor had one? Of all people, my fucking roommate. This is terrible, why am I thinking about this?

“I described you in terms that were positively glowing,” Roger schmoozed, and you turned down the heat to the pasta as you went to go throw in the garlic bread. “Which coincidentally is also how I’d like to see you in hell.”

“Oh, piss off,” Brian grumbled, giving him the middle finger before he went to get himself a beer from the fridge. Peering over your shoulder at the pasta, Brian gave you an appreciative pat on the head before he grabbed the bottle opener from the cupboard, tossing it to Roger once he’d opened his beer. “That looks fantastic, Y/N, you’ve outdone yourself.”

With that, he exited the kitchen, heading to the bathroom to wash up since your sink was full of dishes – Roger was on your case as soon as the door had closed. “Did you tell him? You better not have told him.”

“I- Fuck, I didn’t tell him, Rog, relax,” you stuttered, alarmed by how aggressive he was being all of a sudden. On top of being slightly turned on from how hung your roommate was, now you were trying to fend off even more excitement as he basically trapped you in the corner, his tightly-closed fist resting on the counter near you and making all of the veins in his slim forearm protrude. You finally moved your gaze up from his hand to his face, and he had a stormy look in his eyes, something impenetrable about the emotions flitting across his face. “I know he’d never let it rest if I told him.”

“Good.” With that, he pushed off the counter, giving you a once-over before he grabbed his beer off the counter and popped the top off, taking a drink. “We don’t speak of this, alright?”

“Obviously.” You nodded as you spoke, and he got himself a plate before helping himself to some of the pasta as you pulled the garlic bread out of the oven, your hands shaky. It didn’t go unnoticed by Roger, but he chose not to speak on it, instead just taking a piece of the bread carefully so he wouldn’t burn himself. He then tossed it on his plate, looked up at you, and raised his beer, tapping it to his temple before tipping it at you.

“Cheers.” With a smirk and a final nod, he exited the kitchen, leaving you to wonder what in the hell was going through his mind. He sauntered off the way he came, heading for his room with a sway to his step that hinted he wasn’t nearly as ashamed about what had happened as you’d thought.

And obviously, he wasn’t, because two days later, you walked in on almost the same exact thing.

This time, you were alone, and thank God you were, because Brian would have caught Roger first for sure. You walked into your apartment to find it pleasantly quiet – Roger was playing that same album, but at a reasonable level this time. So, you figured he’d probably be in his room again, and you were right. What you didn’t count on was for the door to be wide open this time, giving you a full display of almost the exact same thing all over again as you approached the doorway.

Roger was pretty much spread eagle again, propped up against his headboard this time – his eyes were closed, his head having fallen back in ecstasy as he stroked his cock at a lazy pace, his grip loose on himself. Long tendrils of blonde hair were splayed out haphazardly across the pillow, and he was just in his boxers and a button up this time, but the button up might as well have been off – it was completely open, displaying the way his chest rose and feel with each shaky breath he was taking.

You debated whether to say anything or not, but you figured you had to talk this out with him one way or another, so you cleared your throat and watched as Roger’s eye peeked open, looking directly at you in the doorway. A sigh left his lips as he grabbed a pillow, covering himself up while he climbed off of the other side of the bed, tucking himself in before turning back to you with a hand on his hip. He kept the pillow placed strategically in front of him, nodding. “Lovely afternoon, isn’t it?”

“Roger,” you replied in a knowing tone, raising an eyebrow as you stepped into his room. “We’ve got to talk about this. What in the hell is going on?”

“You’ve been coming home early,” he shrugged, still standing in that nonchalant pose that was completely disrupted by the pillow. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn’t kicked you out of his room yet. He was still clearly excited, his eyes completely fucked out from how close he’d gotten to his high, so it was a wonder that he was entertaining your conversation right now.

“Not that early!” you retorted, crossing your arms as you crawled onto his bed with a hesitant glance at where he’d just been sitting. Placing yourself near the end, you sat cross-legged facing him and patted the bed in front of you. “Come on, what’s really going on?”

He gave you an eye roll before he carefully crawled onto the bed, imitating your sitting position and keeping the pillow in the same place as he crossed his arms, almost avoiding your gaze. “I dunno,” he offered in a mumble, shrugging again and looking down at his bed as he pursed his lips.

“Roger, I’ve literally been your roommate for a year now. I figured I’d walk in on this sooner or later, but twice in a few days? Your sex drive is…”

“What?” he pried, his head snapping up so he was staring directly at you. “Horrifying? Excessive? Yeah, imagine being the one that wants to fuck like a rabbit. Isn’t fun, thank you very much.”

“No!” you laughed, sitting back and stretching your legs out as you propped yourself up on your hands, resting your head on your shoulder. “Lord knows I can’t speak much on excessive sex drives. You know how many times you’ve almost walked in on me?”

“No fucking way,” he countered, looking at you in disbelief as he uncrossed his arms. “You’re the biggest prude I know.”

“Was Brian not here two days ago, or?” you asked, giving him a questioning look. “Besides, I hide my escapades very well. You’re just unpracticed, is what it is. I’ve had loads of people over that you haven’t even seen – takes skill to hide them as well as I do.”

“You’re lying!” he laughed, looking you up and down for a moment. When you raised an eyebrow and remained as serious as could be, his face was quickly taken over by a look of amazement. “Y/N, a bigger whore than Roger Taylor? Now, that’s news.”

“God, why do you always talk about yourself in the third person? You’re so weird.” You shook your head and laughed as he shrugged, his eyes wandering over your legs for a moment before looking back up to you with an odd, queer look. “What?” you asked, cocking your head as he stared at you as if he’d just thought of the most genius idea in the world.

“Let’s fuck.”

You literally jolted at the statement, not expecting the suggestion at all. Sure, you found Roger hot, and there had been loads of sexual tension between the two of you before, but you chalked that up to just being on your end because you wanted to jump a lot of people’s bones. But with Roger, you guessed it had been sort of different. Never had you held back so much on your own desires – you’d screwed around with plenty of roommates before, but you didn’t want to this time. You wanted Roger around, as much as you hated to admit it. Having him as constant, tantalizing, out of reach eye candy was better than shagging him once and having to move out after things got awkward.

When you didn’t reply, he took the opportunity to continue. “No, I’m serious! Let’s do it. Why not?”

“Why not?” You almost had to laugh, and you closed your eyes as you tried to think rationally. Don’t fuck your roommate. That’s, like, roommate code number 1. “Roger, we’re roommates. I don’t think that’s very smart.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he replied simply, his slim pink lips parted slightly as he stared at you, a mischievous look on his face. “You’re hot, I’m hot, we’re both horny. It’s a winning situation, really.”

“But what if it makes things awkward?” Roger looked introspective for a moment, mulling over the possible outcomes of what he was suggesting, then returned to his mischievous look.

“Never know if we don’t try.”

He had a point. You tilted your head to the side for a second, wondering to yourself if you were really doing to go through with this, but your body spoke for your mind anyways. “Fuck it,” you murmured, moving to your knees and crawling over to straddle him as he tossed the pillow to the side, meeting you with open arms. His arms snaked around your waist as you smashed your lips against his, taking his face in your hands before threading your hands into his hair. Kissing back eagerly, he pulled you flush against him, pressing your chest against his and digging his fingers into your back a bit.

When you took his lower lip between your teeth and tugged a bit, the sound of his groan set off alarms in your head. On one hand, you panicked because this was Roger, your roommate – this sound should never be coming out of his mouth because of you. But on the other hand, the sound of it was so delicious that you smiled widely as you held on to his lip, lingering for just a moment before you let go.

You were about to say some smartass remark when Roger gave you a wild look, cutting you off by diving straight back in for a open-mouthed kiss, his tongue expertly sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours for a moment before swirling around it. A small noise of pleased surprise emitted from the back of your throat, and Roger’s grip only got tighter on you in response.

After a minute or two of a hot and heavy makeout session to the background noise of T-Rex’s gritty glam rock sound, you felt Roger’s hands sneak under the back of your shirt, pushing it up as he went to unclasp a bra that he soon came to find out wasn’t there. “Ah, no bra? Very naughty,” he remarked, his voice breathy, but amused as he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, looking up at you with an undying smirk on his lips.

“You’re going to be one of those that narrates the entire thing, aren’t you?” you teased, pulling your shirt off over your head and tossing it to the side as Roger’s hands came up to rest on either side of your ribcage, his eyes darting between your breasts and your eyes as he shamelessly ogled at you.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” was his equally teasing reply, and you rolled your eyes playfully before starting to push his button up off, which he shrugged off and tossed in the same direction of your shirt. “Now,” he continued, wrapping your legs around his waist before skillfully flipping the two of you over – his hips pinned you to the bed immediately, and you almost gasped as you felt his clothed erection pressing against your thigh. “What d’you say we see if you’re consistent?” His large hands started to tug down your shorts, and he kneeled between your legs as he pulled them off, revealing – to no shock for either of you – that you were sans panties too. “Oh, Y/N,” he almost growled, watching fixedly as you spread your legs, now on full display for him.

“Spoiler: I am consistent.” He chuckled at your comment, only briefly, before he laid himself on his stomach, laying his cheek against the inside of your thigh before pressing a kiss there. This was followed by a series of kisses, each making you tingle with anticipation more and more, and by the time he’d worked his way up to your core, you were practically squirming.

Running your hand back into his hair, you gave it a gentle tug of encouragement as you watched him hook your legs up over his shoulders, giving you an impish grin. “Now don’t be too loud. Don’t want the neighbors to be calling in a noise complaint,” he murmured, and before you could quip something back his tongue was between your folds, licking a flat stripe up to your clit and making you gasp slightly at the sensation. Placing an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, he sucked just enough to make you shiver softly, your fingers curling up in his hair.

When you felt his left hand ghosting up the inside of your thigh, you giggled softly at the ticklish feeling it left behind, and he chuckled against your core, the vibration making you moan out his name in bliss. In moments, his fingers were in his mouth, briefly getting wetted down before he slid his index and middle finger into you, just testing the waters. But the feeling wasn’t enough, and you whined impatiently as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his mouth leaving a small love bite on your thigh.

“More, Rog,” you urged, and you heard him make a pleasantly surprised noise before he inserted another finger, stretching you out more and making you hum in appreciation. “Fuck, yes, like that.”

He curled up his fingers as he moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking harder this time and sending all of your nerve endings into a frenzy as you moaned louder, not caring who heard. This man was a god to you right now, his fingers stimulating places you’d practically only heard about in legends. You thanked whatever gods there were that you’d let your common sense take a break on this one, because by the time Roger was crawling back up to hover over you, your face was flushed from pleasure. Splotches of red decorated your cheeks, contrasting with the blown-out pupils of your eyes, which watched him as he smirked down at you, maybe staring a bit too long.

“You going to fuck me or not?” you challenged, Roger laughing before crawling off the bed, easily pulling off his boxers and finally freeing his hard member once again. Openly staring, you realized you’d been correct in your observation that Roger was genuinely huge, and you could barely take your eyes off it as he grabbed a condom from his nightstand, crawling back on the bed as you sat up. He rolled the latex onto his cock slowly, eyeing you as you turned around and got on your hands and knees, peeking back over your shoulder at him and watching as he kneeled behind you, forcing his knee between your legs so he could spread them more. His broad hands came to a rest on your ass, giving the soft flesh a good squeeze before he looked up at you, thoroughly pleased with this whole situation.

“You sure you want to go through with this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving himself a few strokes as he ran the tip between your folds, eliciting something akin to a purr as he brushed up against your clit.

“Please, Roger,” you almost moaned, pressing your hips back eagerly and chewing on your lip. “Can’t just rile me up like this and then leave me hanging.”

“I mean, I could,” he taunted, pulling his hips back for a moment and sitting back on his heels as you whined in frustration, shooting him a nasty look over your shoulder. “I’m just joking, so impatient.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he gave you a toothy grin, rising again and lining himself up before pushing into you, just barely. “You just look so pretty when you beg.”

“You bastard, fuck me already!” You didn’t care if you were being impatient – and to be honest, the thought of you needing him was enough to make him a bit dizzy, but he ignored the hazy edges of his vision as he thrusted into you with a tameless grunt, sliding home quite easily and making you cry out in a mixture of surprise and lust.

Thoughts of how sore you were going to be later edged into your mind, but they were quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure as Roger wasted no time in starting to move his hips. Barely giving you time to adjust, he filled you over and over, making your arms wobble a bit as you moved down to rest on your elbows, barely able to support your own weight. Roger’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling your ass flush back against him with each thrust, and he couldn’t help but groan your name as the sound of slapping skin filled the room and the smell of sex joined it.  

“Oh, Jesus,” you breathed out, gathering the sheets of his bed in your hands and clenching your fingers around them tightly as you let your eyes flutter shut, your eyelids feeling heavy from lust. Roger was the same, his eyelids threatening to close with every passing second as the view he currently had was phenomenal. Moving one hand to your shoulder to gain more purchase, he thrusted again and somehow buried himself at an even more satisfying angle as he leaned over your body, suddenly rolling his hips agonizingly slow. He then moved his other hand to your jaw, then letting it come to rest on your throat. He applied no pressure as he did so, just letting his hand rest on your skin, but the presence of it and the thought of what would happen if he were to just press in on the sides slightly enough to make you moan. “You’re so big, Rog.”

“Yeah?” he replied, his eyes lighting up as your praise swirled around in his mind, boosting his ego and reinvigorating his big mouth – he was never one for being quiet, anyways. “Taking my cock so well. You like that?” A nod from you confirmed his question, and he let out a satisfied grunt as he pulled out for a moment, flipping you over onto your back and running his fingertips down the bare skin of your stomach. He marveled at how this perspective was even better, getting so distracted by the view that he had to remind himself after a moment that you were waiting for him to continue. Pushing back into you with a quiet groan, his swollen lips parted slightly as erratic breaths came and went, a light layer of sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead in places. But he looked unbelievably attractive like this, the sight of him towering over you as he went back to work on you making you reach down to grab his hand, returning it to your throat.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he looked down at you, thrusting at an irregular pace as he struggled to stave off his orgasm, which was rapidly approaching. As desperately as he wanted to make you come undone first, everything about you was threatening to pull him over the edge. The way you closed your hand around his wrist, daring him to choke you, the fierce, almost feral look on your face as you gazed up at him. You weren’t afraid of getting what you wanted, and right now, you wanted him to fuck you until you were seeing stars.

His fingers started to press against the side of your neck as he relentlessly fucked into you, your eyes closing as you relished in the dizzy feeling that it brought to your approach to your orgasm. And Roger noticed this blissful look on your face, the sight of it too much to take as he mumbled, “God, sorry love, I might have to tap out early if you keep on looking like that.”

You were too wrapped up in your own ecstasy to care much that Roger was close, but you paid attention enough to tap on his wrist, after which he released the pressure he’d had on your arteries, and you opened your eyes to look up at him, smiling impishly. “Just let go, Rog. Don’t apologize.”

Those words reassured him and kept his hips moving as he reached up, sliding his fingers into your mouth. He groaned in approval as you wetted them down, and he reluctantly retracted them before reaching down to press them against your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts and making you moan out his name lowly. The sound of his name leaving your lips pulled him past the point of no return, and he came as he let out a loud groan, followed by a string of curses, his hips stuttering and pushing into you erratically as he rode out his high.

Panting as he came down from his orgasm, he kept his fingers pressed against your clit, applying more pressure and circling them faster as he still thrusted into you, albeit a lot slower. But it didn’t matter too much if he kept going, because you were soon calling out his name as you came too, your orgasm rocking your body to the core and causing waves of pleasure to consume you. 

Roger kept his fingers on your clit as you rode out your high, the already-sensitive nub in overdrive as he crooned softly to you throughout your orgasm, murmuring words of encouragement. When you were done, you finally collapsed back against the bed, exhausted from the mind-blowing, absolutely out of pocket sex you’d just had with your roommate. God, your roommate. Things were about to get real messy.

Roger pulled out of you slowly, making you feel incredibly empty as he left the bed and the room, disposing of the condom in the bathroom before coming back with a wet washcloth, cleaning you off as you watched him quietly, your chest rising and falling with each breath and heart racing as you attempted to catch said breath. When he was done, he tossed the washcloth God knows where before he pulled his boxers on and grabbed his shirt from the floor, handing it to you. You pulled it on gratefully, starting to button it from the bottom up as he finally came to rest next to you. He was about to speak when something in the doorway just past your head caught his eye, making his expression sour.

You turned your head to find Brian awkwardly filling the doorframe, his mouth slightly agape at the sight of you, pretty much fully naked except for the small expanse of skin on your tummy that the bottom two buttons on Roger’s shirt covered. “Oh shit,” was all you could say, and Roger quickly moved his duvet over your lower half as you tugged his shirt to at least cover up your breasts.

But Brian had already seen everything, so the attempt was futile. “Hey, Brian, mind telling me why the fuck you’re in my room right now?” Roger asked irritably, thoroughly annoyed that the tall, curly-headed man was just standing there, gawking.

Realizing that he was being a royal moron, Brian quickly composed himself, but his voice was lightly and apprehensive as he spoke. “Roger, may I have a brief word with you? Out here?”

“Brief?” Roger repeated incredulously, looking at you before sighing and crawling over you to get out of his bed. “I suppose you could, Bri, but I highly doubt it.” Brian turned after a terse nod in your direction, heading down the hallway, and Roger took the opportunity to turn in the doorway, watching as you crawled out of bed too, your ass peeking out from the bottom of his shirt when you turned for a moment to smooth out the duvet. Chewing on his lower lip, he grabbed your arm as you passed, stopping you in your tracks and making you face him.

“Bri’s waiting for you,” you warned, but he took no heed of your words, using the collar of his shirt on you to pull you in for a quick, searing kiss that left you reeling as he pulled away.

“Sorry, had to.” He quickly reached around you to pinch your ass, and you raised your eyebrow in response, trying not to smile as the devastatingly gorgeous roommate of yours sent you a cheeky smile to match his next words. “We’re not done here. Don’t get dressed quite yet.”

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Well then,,,,,,....... I challenge Y O U to do Alora 1-20 with Zerx, Galatea, and Adrien ewe

Holiday

Alora isn't a big fan of the more popular holidays. I can see her kinda liking Halloween, but she never really does anything for it.

I imagine she makes up little fake holidays at her convenience

Alora: dad!!! I can't believe you made plans to do something today!

Adrien: why? what's today?

Alora: it's "drink tea and make kandi with Alora" day :(

Adrien: of course, I can't believe I forgot about that. I'll stay home with you, Ali :)

Alora: :)

Additionally, I imagine she comes up with ridiculous holidays just for fun (and to mess with Arvid)

Cooking

So, she actually learned to cook from Jase :) Alora is pretty good at cooking, but she does cut corners and uses convenient foods to save time (like using canned foods and such)

But also, she cans her own food sometimes! She even convinced Jase to try a dish she made with her own canned food, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't hate it ewe

She cooks for her friends and family, especially for Adrien (since he's not able to). She's the only reason Adrien Jr gets to eat actual meals when he's staying with them lol.

She cooks for Clara a lot, too. With all the work Clara gets wrapped up in, it's easy for her to just grab whatever is convenient or easiest to eat at the moment, so she sometimes makes food for Clara and stops her to eat a meal without multitasking

Despite her skill and frequency with cooking, Alora doesn't normally eat the things she makes.

Sleeping

Alora just sleeps whenever she feels tired. Sometimes she gets into one of those modes where she can sleep 4 hours and be fine, then other times she will sleep for 12+ hours and still be tired.

She gets really cold during the night, so she wears warm pjs and has a lot of blankets.

Driving

Alora doesn't really like driving that much, but she loves being able to just go wherever she wants when she feels like it. That makes it worth the effort put into driving, she thinks. She won't drive for very long, though, unless there's an important reason to

Bathing/showering

She normally showers, and baths are saved for special occasions. Alora doesn't wash her hair often because of the texture (and it's pretty dry), but she cleans her body daily.

Hugging

She hugs her family a lot. This of course excludes Amber, who Alora wouldn't even think about touching at the moment. I think she hugs Adrien Jr the most bc he babey. She wants to hug Galatea a lot, but she tries to avoid it around the rest of the family because she is worried they might somehow Know

Kissing

She's not had her first kiss yet lol ;w;

She want kiss, but I feel like it's just something she gets nervous about. She might be feeling brave enough to go for it one moment, and then right before it happens she jumps away and pretends like she didn't almost kiss that person.

Sex

She hasn't had sex before.

I feel like she is sexually attracted to Galatea, but it's something she feels uncomfortable with currently, especially with the fact they are already hiding their relationship. I don't see her being sexually attracted to Zerx or Clara, but maybe that will change later on for Clara? Idk

Also, Alora technically is aspec with being demi, so

General physical contact

She really likes physical contact with others. I feel like she is probably constantly finding little ways to be physically affectionate with Zerx (and Galatea when they're alone) whenever they're spending time with each other. She also stays pretty close to her family. She is not against lying on top of Clara, or hugging Arvid super tight so that he can't get away, or poking Amanda's arm a few (several) times before she starts talking lol

She also wants Adrien to hold her when she's had a bad day or something. She sits next to him and he puts his arm around her, and they just stay like that while Alora rants about whatever is bothering her.

Physical appearance

Alora is 5'5, and unhealthily underweight

She has a few scars on her arms and back as result of the abuse she suffered while her mother was keeping her from her family

She has wavy hair, but I'm actually in the process of figuring out the exact style right now, because I think I want it to be different from her original design

She has yellow eyes, which was like some kind of recessive thing (even though Adrien's eyes are orange, stecella had yellow eyes). She likes to joke that means Amanda was actually her mom, because it comforts her, in a way.

Wardrobe

Pastel goth,,,,,,,,,,

I've reblogged a lot of clothing in her style before now, and I've made a collage of stuff I imagine her wearing, that's how obsessed I am with her style lol

She wears a lot of baggy sweaters, usually. She is pretty much always wearing skirts and dresses. Her colors are usually pink, white, and black, but she will occasionally wear other colors as long as they're pastel

Jewelry

She wears a lot of jewelry. She has a lot chokers, pink heart ones being her favorite

She has a septum piercing, too.

She will wear other jewelry as long as it is heart, raven, or satanic/wiccan themed.

She also wears kandi, but she's very specific about which ones.

Nickname

Her nickname is Ali, but she only lets Adrien call her that. He's called her that pretty much since she was born lol

I'm not sure if she would have any other nicknames

Dancing

She likes dancing. She's actually pretty good at it, but she wouldn't care if she wasn't. She dances at home mostly, but she will dance in public if the situation is appropriate (or just if the music hits the right way)

Singing

She's always singing. She will sing when there's a song in her head, or when someone plays a song she really likes, or if she is coming up with potential lyrics to go along with a song Clara's writing, or if she's practicing for a piece they're doing for her choir.

Alora is a soprano, so she feels more comfortable singing higher notes and soprano parts. Sometimes when she's listening to music with her friends and she knows there's a high note coming up she will go all out and put her heart and soul into singing that note. Singing brings her a lot of joy, and she refuses to let anything stop her from singing if she decides she wants to do it.

Anger

Alora gets angry really easily. She gets unpredictable when she's mad, and can sometimes lash out at those undeserving of her anger. Normally, though, she's able to keep it directed at the source. Amber and Erika have seen her anger more than anyone has, except for maybe Galatea and Adrien. (Not that Alora was mad at them, just that they are her go to when she can't eliminate the problem of what's angering her.)

She has gotten violent before with people when she was mad. Alora physically fought Erika twice, and nearly did the same with Amber (but was stopped by Adrien).

Soft spot

Galatea, Clara, and Zerx. She is the softest around them than she is with anyone else.

Porcelain stuff, mostly like tea sets. She looks at a lot of them and wants so many, but she only has two tea sets right now

Flowers and succulents. She loves plants in general, but those are her favorites. She gets really attached to her plants

Legato. She loves birds in general, too, but she love her birb the most :3c

Really complicated choir pieces, stuff that she has to practice forever on. Once it all comes together, the end result makes her feel so calm and joyful.

Pretty skirts, dresses, and accessories uwu

Adrien Jr and Sebastian, though I imagine her and Sebastian being closer to each other in comparison to her and Adrien Jr.

Adrien.

Favorite possession

One of her tea sets, though I'm not sure yet which.

One of Galatea's pokemon thing (maybe plushie?) she stole from her :3c

The knife she got from Sebastian for a semi recent birthday gift (this is headcanon so, lol)

Favorite photograph

A picture of her and Zerx when they first started hanging out (and before they started dating)

Relationship with ___

Zerx

Alora and Zerx's friendship came out of nowhere. They'd known each other pretty much their whole lives, and they definitely had talked to each other before, but they didn't really feel a connection until some point in middle school. They started spending all their time with each other after that point.

I feel like them dating is something that happened pretty recently, but I'm not sure how it happened or when exactly. I think Alora would have been the one to confess first, though.

Alora feels very calm around Zerx. She isn't quite as open with him as she is with Galatea, though. I feel like Alora believes she needs to conceal certain things from him so that he won't stop liking her.

Galatea

I've felt like Alora and Galatea have always been close. She has leaned on Galatea a lot through her whole life. I feel like they understand each other better than anyone else. They talk about anything and everything, and neither of them feel like they have to hide anything from the other. Well, except for one thing.

Alora is probably more protective over Galatea than she is of anyone else, even Clara.

When Alora is getting worked up because something isn't to her standards, or when she makes a mistake and is super hard on herself, Galatea is the one that helps her out of that. Most of the time, Alora is able to overlook her mistakes when she's with Galatea.

Adrien

She is,,,,, so close to Adrien. Alora spends a lot of time with Adrien. She knows she can always go to him for advice when facing an issue, but certain things she's afraid of telling him, the situation with her mother being one. She's afraid that if she brings it up, it will upset Adrien.

Still, Adrien's presence always makes her feel safe and comfortable.

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Coming Home

Status: Complete (One-shot) Word Count: 3188 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Feat. other food bc katsudon has been abused to hell and back for fluffy purposes, Yuuri is not a graceful sleeper, Top Victor Nikiforov, Bottom Katsuki Yuuri Warning: None AO3 Link: Here

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Smutty under the cut, so you know  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Viktor had expected a bit of a challenge in getting Yuuri settled in St. Petersburg. Things like Yuuri having a hard time grasping basic Russian, experiencing customs he wasn't used to, struggling in his interactions with the rest of the people at the rink, or getting lost while going places. Viktor had taken the preventive measure of never leaving the Japanese alone if possible — too much according to Yuuri, but to Viktor it was nothing if not necessary.

And it was a bit of a challenge alright, but not in the ways Viktor actually expected.

It had been almost two full weeks, and Viktor had failed to fully convince Yuuri he was more than just a guest in his apartment.

It started the moment Yuuri moved in, mid January. They had agreed for Yuuri to stay longer, so he had brought more luggage than he usually did. The apartment lounge and the bedroom were quickly occupied by boxes and  of varied sizes, which contrasted starkly with the rest of the tidy residence. Viktor didn't mind, there was something about having Yuuri's stuff in his apartment that made it feel cozier.

But then Viktor noticed how Yuuri never finished unpacking his things. Stuff would be unpacked, used, and then packed again. Clothes would be worn, washed and then folded back into the luggage. Even Yuuri's game console, which took some while to figure out how to properly connect to Viktor's television, was disconnected and stored again after each use.

Trying to address the problem directly was turning out to be fruitless as well.

"Yuuri, you can unpack your stuff. I don't mind. There's enough space around the apartment anyways."

Yuuri smiled sheepishly, answering back with a nervous chuckle "Ah, it's nothing really. I just thought it would be better to save space."

Viktor pouted a little at Yuuri's reply. That was the worst excuse Yuuri had come up with, ever. If anything, all the boxes around took more space than if Yuuri just unpacked his things, and the constant having to put stuff back in the boxes was just a waste of time.

"I really don't mind." Viktor said with more emphasis.

But Yuuri simply waved him off with the same nervous expression.

Viktor knew Yuuri wasn't a man easily convinced by words. He had learned that the hard way, since last year, the moment he began to train Yuuri. His beloved needed to be encouraged, given reasons to choose by himself.

So Viktor began with the closet. A huge thing spanning an entire wall, meant to not only store his impressive collection of outfits but also be big enough to store them all while also allowing some space between them, as to avoid crumpling and wrinkling. Viktor only spared that thought a second before shoving half the clothes together and leaving the other half of the closet almost mostly emptied — he was still trying to be somewhat discreet, Yuuri may protest if he emptied the entire side.

He left a few unoccupied hooks and moved Yuuri's clothing boxes inside. It barely took a day for Yuuri to wonder where they had gone.

"Viktooooooor," Yuuri called one day while looking around the hall, "Have you seen my boxes?"

"Which ones?" Replied Viktor, sitting in the couch with a book in hand, knowing perfectly well what his Yuuri was asking about.

"The ones where I kept my clothes."

"Ah! I left those in the closet since they were taking space in the hall, and most of the closet is empty anyways." He answered, feeling a smidge of guilt at his trickery.

He peeked from behind his book to notice how Yuuri's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but the other didn't protest.

In the end, it had worked. Slowly but surely Yuuri's clothes got unpacked, the hangers got used, and Viktor's closet got filled by twice the amount of parkas, t-shirts and sweats he's ever had in his life in the span of a single week. The only boxes still inside were for Yuuri's shoes.

Fulfillment shouldn't be an emotion anyone would relate to the sight of a dirty shirt thrown over his sofa, but Viktor couldn't think of any other word for it. From obnoxious impersonal tidiness to obnoxious familiar disorder was a big step when Yuuri Katsuki was concerned.

But that alone wasn't enough and Viktor knew it. So he was taking the next step: Homely food.

Viktor waited for a day when he could surprise Yuuri, which didn't take too long to arrive. He had been preoccupied with promotional work for almost the entirety of that particular day, while Yuuri went to practice with the rest of Viktor's rinkmates.

Given the way Yuuri had been pushing himself lately, Viktor wanted to reward his beloved's effort on top of wanting to make him feel more at home. He took a small detour while driving home to buy the stuff he needed for tonight's dinner, planned specifically for Yuuri's enjoyment — according to Yuuri's friend Phichit.

Looking for ideas Viktor has asked around and researched on some of Yuuri's old habits, tastes and hobbies. He already knew a fair bit from his stay in Hasetsu, and the Katsukis were more than happy to share everything they knew — enthusiastic even, Viktor was sure that by this point there wasn't an aspect of Yuuri's childhood Hiroko had forgotten to talk about.

But most of the stuff they mentioned was either too familiar with Japan, risking making Yuuri melancholic, or too old to be familiar anymore. That's when Viktor remembered Yuuri had roomed together with Phichit back when he was studying in America, so Viktor contacted the young Thai man for ideas.

It took barely a minute for Phichit to reply to Viktor's message, and it was more than likely that sending Viktor a friend request ate up more of those seconds than the reply itself. But he got the answers he wanted, which now came back home with Viktor inside a pair of grocery bags.

Viktor struggled a bit trying to open the door to the apartment, his excitement making him completely forget that he could simply lay the bags on the floor for a minute while he opened the door, but somehow he managed.

Usually Yuuri and he spent the day together, given their status as both coach, student and fellow skaters, but when they had to go their separate ways, one of them would always be home to welcome the other when they returned. Even in the rare occasions they had to leave Makkachin home — which Viktor always tried to make exceptionally rare — she would always be waiting in front of the door to welcome them with a happy bark.

Today however he was greeted by the muffled, electronic sound of a TV in the distance and the sight of Yuuri sprawled over the sofa, still in his practice clothes, sleeping with his glasses on and his mouth parting, the perfect picture of bone-seeping exhaustion.

Charming, adorable, bone-seeping exhaustion.

On top of him lay Makkachin, with her head over Yuuri's chest, somehow the full press of her weight not bothering the Japanese in the slightest. Unlike Yuuri, Makkachin was awake and alert, her ears perking up the moment she heard Viktor come in.

Viktor smiled to her, placing his index over his lips in a "shush" sign. She immediately understood, smart girl that she was, and moved off Yuuri's chest without waking him.

"Good girl," whispered Viktor, patting her head affectionately before picking up the grocery bags once again and taking them to the kitchen, Makkachin following close behind. Viktor placed the bags over the kitchen island and began taking out their contents one by one.

Viktor didn't cook very often, but when he did it was usually for the sake of treating himself to dishes he didn't get to eat very often, childhood dishes or interesting, multiple-step things he saw shared on social media.

It felt kind of strange that today instead he was going for a very simple, kind of ordinary dish — Mac n' cheese.

According to Phichit, it had been Yuuri's comfort food whenever pressure, anxiety or homesickness bore too heavily on him, back when he was still training in the United States.

Katsudon was something they shared in Hasetsu, in Yuuri's childhood home. Viktor wanted something that could bring 'home' here and not force Yuuri's thoughts back to Japan, so his college days' comfort food could do. Viktor had never made Mac n' cheese before, but he studied videos and instructions with dedication, in secret, so he could surprise Yuuri, and was confident he could do this without trouble.

And he did. It was simple enough to make even with the more gourmet additions and instructions he was using, Viktor was done in barely an hour, just as the sun had almost completely settled in the sky. Viktor took two bowls of his porcelain dinnerware set, wanting to make it extra special for his Yuuri, and filled them before placing them on the counter while he went to wake Yuuri up.

His beloved had barely moved from the position Viktor had found him in, having only moved a little away from the edge of the couch.

Viktor brought a hand to gently brush the side of Yuuri's face and kissed his cheek tenderly,  uncaring of the dried sweat clinging to the latter's skin and hair. "Yuuri, love, wake up, it's time for dinner."

It took around a minute of gentle touches and whispers until Yuuri fully roused. "Ah...Viktor?" Yuuri rubbed his eyes, "Ugh, I didn't mean to fall asleep. And in my sweaty clothes too... Sorry..."

Viktor kissed Yuuri's temple, "It's fine. I made us dinner tonight. We can eat now and bathe together later, yes?"

Yuuri wasn't drowsy enough not to pick on the hint. With a playful pout he replied "Shower only. I'm too tired anything more than that..."

Viktor laughed, placing another kiss over Yuuri's temple. "Okay, okay!"

He took Yuuri's hand to guide him to the kitchen. Yuuri's eyes, which had been slightly dulled with sleep and tiredness, sparkled the moment he noticed what their dinner consisted off.

"Oh my— Viktor—?"

"I see you like it! I made it especially for you~" Viktor said in the most comically flirty voice he could.

"But, isn't it too many carbs...?"

"You've been working really hard since you arrived. As your coach I say you have earned a reward!"

Yuuri stared back for a few seconds, before his lips quirked in an amused smirk. Without any more protest he took his plate and a fork, only stopping for one last quip before digging in.

"I changed my mind. We can do more than showering."

It was Viktor's turn to be pleasantly surprised.

Viktor spared no expense by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. They had missed the chance to celebrate New Year's, Viktor's birthday, or even Christmas together — not that Viktor cared about the latter, but a chance to celebrate was as good as any — so, unlike the subtle domesticity of his pampering of Yuuri these last days, for Valentine's Viktor wanted to properly wine, dine and spoil his timid and frugal lover.

Yuuri may have felt the same, since he didn't protest the moment Viktor asked about taking the day off.

Viktor had long anticipated this day, and planned accordingly: Taking a walk with Makkachin through St. Petersburg's most pleasant plazas and boulevards. Comfortable lunch at a cafe with a beautiful garden view. A gift of diamond cufflinks for Yuuri — that he seemed awfully flustered about until Viktor pointed out it would match his own. Dinner at a high-end restaurant with more dinnerware than any person should actually need and fragrant wine that tinged Yuuri's cheeks an adorable shade of red. And finishing with box seats at the ballet theatre.

All very fancy, all very expensive, all worth the adoring look Yuuri had by the end of the night.

They had barely made it through the apartment's doorway when Yuuri pinned him to the wall, capturing Viktor's lips on his own in a breathtaking kiss, still sweet with the taste of wine.

Viktor hands were drawn to Yuuri's hips almost unconsciously.

"Y-Yuuri..." Viktor stuttered when they broke apart for air. Yuuri drew away from his lips but not from his flesh, kissing a trail along his cheek and towards his neck, hands working to undo Viktor's tie.

A well-placed love bite between his ear and neck had Viktor unable to stifle a cry. Yuuri's chuckle afterwards had something else stifling.

Such Eros was going to be the death of him.

"Viktor..." Yuuri hushed against his skin, "Won't you take me to our bedroom?"

Viktor's thoughts stopped for a moment, focusing on Yuuri's wording. Our bedroom. Not "your", not Viktor's, our.

Driven by elation and impatience, and with a bit more strength that he intended to, Viktor lifted Yuuri in his arms and carried him all the way from the hallway to the bedroom, drinking in the sound of Yuuri's surprised cry and laughter.

There was something simultaneously romantic, cheesy and domestic about carrying Yuuri bridal-style to their bedroom, and seeing Yuuri in the same state with the way he laughed and wrapped his arms around Viktor's shoulders, that had the latter dizzy with giddiness.

For the next few seconds time moved in flashes. Like images from a camera, the transition was lost. One moment they were falling on the bed, Yuuri's hands cupping around Viktor's face to capture his lips once again, then their clothes were being shed one by one, discarded on the floor without a care, until finally it was just them and the expanse of uncovered skin pressing against each other.

The pads of Viktor's fingertips burned as they traced the curves and dips of Yuuri's skin, his palms tingling pleasantly at the softness of his lover's flesh. Hands were joined by lips and teeth, and then Yuuri's encouraging whispers became hitched.

Viktor would never get tired of the way Yuuri's voice shifted in their lovemaking, curling tenderly on each enunciation of his name.

"Viktor... please," Yuuri whispered, choking on an involuntary moan, "...closer, please."

Viktor lowered until his face was close to Yuuri's, and immediately the Japanese's hands wrapped over his shoulders to draw him into a clash of lips. Viktor happily surrendered, his own tongue chasing after his lover's and deepening their connection, while his dexterous hands caressed Yuuri's cock and thighs.

It was a strange but pleasant feeling. Viktor forsook his body's pleasure and focused on Yuuri's, and yet his heart felt more fulfilled for it, granted a pleasure his body alone could never take.

When they broke apart, taking heavy breaths to fill their emptying lungs, Yuuri was the first to speak.

"Viktor... you... aren't you going...?" He said between pants, his leg moving so the skin of his thigh brushed against Viktor's neglected cock, making the other hiss on contact.

"Ah, Yuuri... It's ok, let me focus on you tonight..."

After hearing his words Yuuri's body relaxed, all muscular strain let loose as his body dropped over the mattress and pulling Viktor's upper body down with him where he caught his lips on another, tender kiss. Before Viktor could continue worshipping his body, Yuuri hooked his legs around Viktor's hips, trapping him.

Viktor was surprised, and the feel of his cock brushing against Yuuri's firm thighs coupled with their passionate kiss make him feel lightheaded. When Yuuri finally let him go, his eyes, while still darkened with lust, held a sparkle of determination.

"No... Not just me... I want Viktor too..."

With his legs, Yuuri pressed their bodies together closer, hips bucking against Viktor's thighs and making both of them gasp. He began to grind against Viktor, as one of his arms unwound from Viktor's shoulder to touch his cheek.

"I want you, Viktor... Inside..." Yuuri whispered, kissing the side of Viktor's face as the tip of his fingers traced along his cheek and down his neck.

"Yuuri--" Viktor said, but Yuuri interrupted.

"Please, Viktor."

And how could Viktor deny him like this?

Viktor sighed and smiled, arms winding behind Yuuri's neck and sucking at the skin of his neck, "As you wish, my love."

Yuuri's legs relaxed, enough to allow Viktor to rise a little bit while remaining hooked behind his back. His arms let got completely, but not before giving Viktor a sweet peck on the lips and a content — and somewhat mischievous — smile.

Viktor's right hand came to rest behind Yuuri's thigh. He looked at his lover for approval, and found it in his excited gaze before Yuuri even voiced it.

"Take me, Viktor. I want you to feel good too..."

Giving so much love and being given in return... Viktor could never describe what making love to Yuuri was like with just actions. To make love to Yuuri was a feeling, like the last winter snow melting under the long-awaited sun of spring, like holding the most precious treasure between your hands, like the first breath of sweet air after breaking out of deep waters.

Like coming home after being lost for so long.

By the end of the night their arms are wound around each other, undisturbed by the heat and sweat clinging to their bodies, catching their breath on the same air, hearts beating in synchrony.

Again, Yuuri is the first to breath the silence.

"Viktor, thank you... For everything..." He whispers, tracing invisible lines over Viktor's chest.

"What do you mean?" Viktor asks, still too drunk on their love to discern the meaning of Yuuri's words.

"You've done so much to make me feel welcome..." Yuuri replies between breaths. "I... When I came here I thought... It would be the same as before..."

He lifts his head from Viktor's chest to rest by the side of his face. The sight of Yuuri's adoring smile has Viktor's own lips pulling to match, to correspond.

"I used to get lonely... Whenever I was away from home, even within Japan." Yuuri continues, his breath evening out. "I used to think it was just my emotions trying to get the better of me again, so I just... ignored it, even when it hurt too much. But since I moved here... I haven't felt like that even once, and it's thanks to you..."

His sweet smile turned into a cheeky smirk then, "Don't think I haven't noticed what you've been doing. You even got Phichit giving you ideas, don't you?"

"Yuuuuuriiiii," Viktor whines with comical intent, "Don't speak another man's name when we're like this!"

"Don't change the subject!" Yuuri replies, all the edge of his words dulled by the cheer of his expression.

But Viktor very much wanted to change the subject, to continue to hold, kiss and caress his adorable lover.

Yuuri wasn't voicing any complains once Viktor resumed either, only one suggestion.

"Maybe we should take a bath... In the tub would be better, I don't think I can stand right now..."

"I can carry you again if you want to~ " Viktor was quick to answer.

And Yuuri didn't refuse. 

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i Sure Would Like to not have to be literally relieved/excited when my mom goes to bed every single night because otherwise i feel constantly tense and at risk of something happening to make my living situation unsafe, again, even if we’ve had a good/normal day

shes back on her fucking bullshit today and she usually confronts me on things that have made her Mad(tm) that ive “done” but today she hasnt said jack shit to me. all i can figure is: shes upset that i didnt get up and help her stain the wood for the porch we’re building where our old shitty side deck was shes upset bc i didnt wash all the dishes ?????????? who fucking knows

heres the kicker though folks: i didnt wash all the dishes because for some reason, since replacing our water heater, when the water from the sink starts getting cold it doesnt gradually get cold, it literally goes from like scalding hot (even thru gloves) to hardly lukewarm and i was only washing dishes for about 20? 30? minutes last night before the water temp fucking plummeted so i couldnt finish. bonus is that there were literally only like 5-7 things left to wash and it was literally just 3 styrofoam cups, one pot and like...2 or 3 forks/spoons. absolutely incredible and worth spitefully giving your daughter the cold shoulder over, am i right folks

and me helping stain was only even a fucking a possibility because she gave me an open ended offer to help her last night and i gave an open ended response. she asked me if i wanted to try to go to bed early enough and she would call me in the morning and just see if i wanted/felt up to come out and help, and i said i would be willing to try and id do my best. so when my manic ass had a manic moment and i slept for 3 hrs from 6 am to 8 and was dying and couldnt pass back out for any reason of course i texted her and told her i couldnt fucking help lmao. my fucked sleep schedule is a result of my Crazy Quirky Wacky Bipolar 2 anyway and like she refuses to help me or sympathize with me abt my mental health so ??? guess ill die?????

i didnt get back to sleep around fucking like 12/1 pm and i noticed that she stopped fucking replying to my texts literally right after i said i couldnt help and then every time she walked past my room, where i was Clearly Awake And On My Phone With My Door Open, she flat out ignored me. wouldnt even spare me a side glance.

and when i woke up at 5 pm today, no matter how late i wake up my mom always comes and wakes me up no matter what, today she walked by my room twice EVEN WHEN IT WAS THAT LATE AND I WAS STILL IN BED without saying jack fucking shit to me, and only came in on her third time walking back by to her sitting room and just blankly went ‘youre not laying here in the dark’, turned on my light, then swiftly left

then before that she’d texted me, after telling me for weeks to just use our limited data even if it runs over bc our wifi cant handle my phone being connected along with all our other devices anymore, that im going to have to use my laptop now bc she isnt paying another 200$ phone bill this month. here’s kicker number 2: after literally outright giving me her food plans for tonight and tomorrow yesterday she also texts me that she didnt cook. just a flat “I didn’t cook”. im so fucking depressed all the time that i physically and mentally cannot handle getting up to find and cook myself my own like ACTUAL MEALS and making food that requires actual cooking is often times out of the fucking question, and shes been not cooking for SEVERAL nights here recently, sometimes days in a row, and with my depression being wholly unacknowledged by her, once again, guess ill fucking perish??? unless i can miraculously find the energy to make chicken fingers or ramen noodles im going to be doing what ive fucking done almost every goddamn night this past month she hasnt cooked which is live off of snack foods and ensure lmao. KICKER NUMBER 3: she promised me that either tonight or tomorrow, bc she has a Big Foobaw Game, she wouldnt cook and would instead get me my alltime favorite chinese food from my alltime favorite chinese restaurant that she knows i love a lot, and regardless of what night her game was, she didnt cook tonight and i LITERALLY heard her say less than an hr ago that she’d be cooking tacos (which she intended to originally cook tonight) tomorrow. that being said, her specifically saying she ‘didnt cook’ today when she promised to get takeout in general at some point this week makes me think tonight was just supposed to be tacos (esp if what i think i can remember serves). and now she hasnt cooked anything at all! and tomorrow its gonna be tacos! :) fucking knowing how she is and how she works and functions with her abusive behavior towards me i would not be surprised and am also partially convinced that for whatever reason she’s all DooDoo Angery at me that shes doing this on fucking purpose to deprive me of the treat she promised out of spite/as some kind of passive aggressive ‘punishment’ HAHAHAHA ECKS DEE SO FUNNY XDDD

the only other time shes acknowledged my fucking worthless existence(tm) today was to pull one of her Iconic “im only saying this really ridiculous shit that ive never said before and we’ve never talked about before, ever, just to take digs at my daughter bc she Displeased Me” moments, where she walked by, almost totally ignored me again but stopped like. like she was gonna just keep walking but caught herself and she ended up like...halfway obscured by my doorway anyway and quickly said to me “i need you to sweep.” and then she went to the bathroom and i hear “and take your (cat) poop out too. litterboxes get done every night.”

we have two litterboxes. never in the history of ever has she said anything to me about they get done Every Night >:( and that has never been an established rule, nor have we ever even spoken about me doing that. i do them every few nights, usually on different days, bc there’s Two Litterboxes. and surprise surprise my depression impedes my ability to keep up with them without her having to tell me to clean them most of the time which pisses her off, except i literally did them 1-3 nights ago and theres no way that they both need cleaning again already and now shes suddenly on her shit like. they get done. every night. in that fucking vaguely militant voice she gets when she’s mad like that and is fucking with me on purpose

but fucking like even regardless of all this other shit, point blank, she is the one who has not expressed any of her annoyances with me today to make her act like this. how can i fucking communicate about the issue when she doesnt TELL ME WHAT HER ISSUE IS and instead opts to mentally and emotionally screw with me for her own satisfaction--and even then!!! she has no right to be this mad with me over not helping with the porch bc SHE left it OPEN ENDED and NONCOMMITTAL, SHE could have easily asked me why there were dishes left (though bc i have to do them so late at night/early in the morning bc im fucking depressed shed prolly just blame me FOR doing them at that time bc if i do them TOO LATE at night then the WATER TEMPERATURE GOES DOWN because its COLD AT NIGHT or something like that) but she didnt and now like everything else, fresh off my period, still manic, always rapid cycling, just got off the manic depression train slightly after being on it for two days and then before that it was Severely Uncomfortable Euphoria, feeling just so fucking wrong in my own skin and feeling too many emotions that are too strong that i dont want, so on and so forth, im the one whos suffering because of her unresolved neuroses and narcissism

and like....to be honest, real shit? with how fucking unpredictable and fucky she’s become since our Big Fight i also would not be surprised and sort of have half a mind to think she’s just mad for literally no reason (related to me or otherwise) and is doing this just because lol