#it's kinda my thing. My best friend's parents always gift me a box of my fav cereals for Christmas and bdays. that's how much i love them

[moonchild-in-blue]

you & i can form a soft girlie (gn) support group. it’s just a giant cuddle pile with comfy blankets and tasty snacks while listening to tender-hearted tunes.

Omg can we actually? I'll have you know I cry embarrassingly easy. If someone puts the Spirit or Tarzan soundtrack is absolutely over for me 🥺

We're gonna need a good stash of kleenex, balm (for the nose) and ibuprofen (for headaches) hahaha

[munsonsduchess]

Sugar Rush

summary: you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie w/c: 18,221 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI underage drinking (for my American friends anyway, where I’m from the legal drinking age is 18), alcohol, drugs (weed), swearing, heavy making out, grinding, eddie being kinda mean, oral (f receiving), mild exhibitionism a/n: so this was a wip from like last year but I redid parts of it and added the spicy stuff at the end and honestly I’m so happy with how this turned out. I really hope you guys like it too! Please reblog cause it really helps me out.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by @sweetpeapod who you should definitely check out bc her work is amazing.

People loved to say tha tx high school was the best time of a young person's life. Of course the people who said that rarely mentioned how high school loved to label people to better pigeonhole them into a certain box. Jock, prep, nerd, geek, freak. 

You’d loved Cheerleading since you could remember. The colourful uniforms, the energy, all of it and you’d been overjoyed when in your freshman year of highschool you’d been selected to join the team. It was a dream come true. 

Of course two years after graduating that dream had slowly faded away and been replaced by something much worse. You still loved the sport and your friends but the lifestyle you were expected to maintain was growing tiresome. 

You’d told your younger sister Chrissy as much when she’d joined the high school squad. Now in her senior year and having been on the High School squad long enough, she’d been sympathetic. You’d long suspected her relationship with Jason was the cause for the sympathetic ear and their relationship drama and eventual break up was not for the reasons most people thought. 

Then suddenly you saw him again. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as he was known had always been someone you’d been aware of, you’d been in elementary and middle school together and he had seemed nice enough. Though again not someone that you should associate with in your ‘position’ according to several teammates. Eddie was fine to buy drugs from and if you didn’t have the right amount in cash he was always so grateful for a favour instead. 

You’d met him at a party the first time. He’d been invited presumably just to sell his wares. You remembered your boyfriend at the time buying some weed from the curly haired boy and being grossly overcharged if what you heard was true. You knew Eddie didn’t like jocks and with how the basketball team treated him you didn’t blame him for overcharging rich assholes with more money than sense. 

You’d moved on after that. Graduated school, got into the local community college and set your sights on leaving Hawkins altogether. Well once Chrissy had graduated anyway, you weren’t about to leave her behind in the sort of environment your mother had curated. 

It seemed like fate to meet Eddie again at another party. Chrissy was having a little graduation get together for her friends, but like most events had been ‘crashed’ by the basketball team, the swim team, jock city. Apparently someone had told someone else who’d told someone else and word had just spread, Chrissy Cunningham was having a graduation party and so the house was overflowing with teens preening and boasting about what their parents had gotten them as graduation gifts and which college Daddy’s Money had bought them into. 

Again it seemed like someone had invited Eddie strictly to peddle his wares but things were different this time. People were much more wary after spring break. You’d invited your boyfriend Adam over to co chaperone with you but he seemed much more interested in reliving his glory days with the newly graduated boys milling about and throwing around off handed comments about how Eddie looked. 

The official story was that Henry Creel of Creel house fame had not in fact died at the hands of his father. Instead the budding child psychopath had killed his mother and sister and faked his own death to pin the whole thing on his father. 

He’d been at large ever since according to the federal agents who’d appeared on television and told all of Hawkins how he’d followed your sister back to Eddie’s trailer, Chrissy had told everyone that she was helping Eddie study since he really wanted to graduate this year, and attacked Chrissy again intending to pin the blame on someone else. 

Eddie had put himself between Chrissy and Creel but the madman had taken Eddie and left Chrissy for dead in the trailer. He then went on a rampage that week killing more Hawkins High students and eventually was caught by the authorities. Eddie had not been left unscathed as he’d tried to protect Chrissy and Creel had really done a number on him. Now Eddie had scars all over his body, and if the locker room rumours were to be believed he’d done it to himself in league with Creel, as a result of his injuries. 

Which meant that shallow people loved to take digs at his appearance and the scars, especially the ones on his face. Both you and Chrissy were quick to shut down those rumours usually, but tonight it just seemed that everyone wanted to poke the metaphorical bear. It was a combination off too much beer, too little sense and being provoked and encouraged at every angle that caused your idiot of a boyfriend to call out loudly for Eddie,

"Hey! Franken Freak!" several of the party goers laughed openly, you noticed a few who at least had the decency to look ashamed, 

"What can I do for you? Hasbeen?" Eddie called back, clearly unperturbed by being called out like that, your boyfriend however did not seem to take the rebuttal quite so genially,

"What did you call me?" 

"A Hasbeen, that's what you call someone who peaked in high school right? I hear you're working at the Gas N Sip on the edge of town these days. Thought Daddy was gonna get you into UCLA?" 

It was true. Adam had been boasting to everyone your senior year that his father was going to get him in the 'side door' at UCLA and that no one would ask any questions. Unfortunately someone in the company had already gone to the FBI with evidence of money laundering and fraud and the company went bankrupt months before graduation.

Adam and his family had all survived because of course they had. Came out of the whole situation smelling of roses while some poor guy got thrown under the bus and sent to prison for the rest of his life. It was still a sore spot. Which was evident by the vein pulsing in Adam's forehead and the look of sheer rage on his face. 

You decided to step in before you and Chrissy had to clean blood from your mom's rugs,

"Adam, baby, look why don't we leave the kids to it?" you tried to placate him by putting a hand on his arm and batting your eyelashes, hopefully if he thought he was going to get some he'd calm down. Not so. 

Instead he flung your hand from his arm and pushed you away, leaving you stumbling into the countertop,

"You think you're so fucking cool don't you freak?" Adam was up in Eddie's personal space now, challenging him. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be smarter than Adam and wasn't taking the bait,

"I think you need to chill man. Why not go with your girl? Have a little fun?" he laughed and offered Adam a pre roll from his little lunchbox, "on me" 

"I don't need your charity!" Adam snapped, 

"Wasn't charity dude, just trying to keep the peace" 

Honestly by now you were sick and tired of Adam, he'd been so nice in high school but then when you guys got a little older the niceties ended. He didn't want to go to the mall with you, he didn't want to hang out if you were with friends he didn't know from high school, not to mention that having sex was about Adam getting off and nothing else,

"Get out Adam" you said, making your way through the throng of bodies who had stopped to witness whatever was happening, "I mean it, get out and don't come back" 

"You can't throw me out. You need me" 

"The hell I do, get out of my house and take your stupid friends with you" 

Adam stared at you before scoffing loudly, apparently the whole thing was just so ridiculous to him that he had no other choice,

"You can have her Munson. Honestly she's a frigid bitch, never puts out" he laughed and several of his cronies laughed along with him, "whatever i'm out" 

As Adam left you breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly you'd been wanting to do that for so long and now that you and Chrissy were leaving Hawkins for Chigaco in the fall it seemed like the perfect time, 

"Well wasn't he a peach" Eddie laughed, "i think you're better off sweetheart" 

"Yeah i think so too" you smiled at him, "I feel about two hundred pounds lighter too" 

"Well that certainly calls for a celebration" Eddie offered you the pre roll, "on the house" 

"Only if you'll smoke with me" you said, "you're bound to be sick of all these kids" 

So that's how you found yourself sitting in your bedroom with Eddie Munson passing a joint back and forth alongside the bottle of good whiskey you’d pilfered from your Dad’s  liquor cabinet knowing he’d never miss it. 

“I never asked how you knew my sister” you said passing the joint back to Eddie, “why she was helping you study”

“I remembered her from middle school” Eddie laughed taking a large inhale, “that little cheer routine you guys did” 

“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that!” You’d forgotten about it honestly, Chrissy had been too nervous to do the routine on her own so you’d gone up with her, “I taught her that. It was the first routine she’d ever performed publicly” 

“A family of cheerleaders huh? Was your mom one too?” Eddie asked

“No. She just likes to live vicariously through her children” you answered honestly. You’d long suspected the reason your mom had pushed so hard for you and Chrissy to join the squad is because she couldn’t do it herself in her own time. 

Eddie hummed a response and lifted himself from your bed where he’d been causally lounging and began exploring your room. He’d lift a little trinket and set it back down, look closely at pictures, trophies, it wasn’t until he got closer to your closet that he stopped. 

Something had caught his eye. Something white and green with a tiger printed on it,

“No way you still have this. Didn’t you graduate two years ago hm?” Eddie teased pulling the cheer uniform out, “let me guess your boyfriend is into it?”

“Not my boyfriend anymore” you said, “he’s a jerk” 

“You didn’t answer the question sweetheart” Eddie leered at you, “was he into it?” 

“Everybody’s into cheerleaders” you offered by day of excuse, it wasn’t a lie exactly,

“Do you still remember all your little routines as well? Even the middle school one?” 

You suspected it was the weed and the whiskey that made you snatch the uniform out of Eddie’s hands and take it to your private bathroom. Re-emerging moments later dressed in your game day finest, even if the skirt was a little shorter now on you than it was two years ago,

“I will have you know that I could have been head cheerleader if Mandy Anderson hadn’t been such a bitch and dropped me during practise in sophomore year” 

“So show me what you’ve got then” 

Now ordinarily you wouldn't have bothered with any of this, but right now? Well your pride was on the line … or something. So you went through the entire routine start to finish and ok maybe you added a few extra high kicks in for good measure, you'd dressed intentionally tonight and you weren't about to waste it. 

After you proudly finished Eddie was beaming at you and applauding loudly, 

"Well colour me impressed. Never did see the big fuss before but I'm a changed man" 

"You're just saying that" 

"Sweetheart you wound me" Eddie rather dramatically put his hand to his chest and clutched at his heart, "I don't think i'll ever recover" 

You laughed and walked towards where he'd slumped back onto your bed, still clutching at his chest,

"Never?" 

"Well, maybe" he grinned sitting up and putting his hands on your waist to guide you down onto his lap, "Never thought i'd get a cheerleader in my lap" 

"Well this must be your lucky day" you were incredibly close, your legs on either side of his. Chests practically touching, all it would take is for one of you to lean in just a little bit,

"Only one hit left, you wanna share?" Eddie asked, holding up the joint in his hands. His rings catching in the light,

"Sure" you sounded unsure of yourself, like you couldn't feel exactly what was going on. Eddie took one last drag inhaling as much as he could before a ringed hand came up to cup your jaw, gently encouraging you to open as he breathed the smoke into your lungs. 

You weren't sure who moved first but it didn't matter much when Eddie's hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they'd bruise, his mouth moving against your own. He kept you firmly in place on his lap while he kissed you, only breaking the kiss to leave large hickies all over your neck. You'd have a time explaining those later but right now you didn't care. You just wanted more.

More of Eddie. More of the sensations you were desperately trying to chase. Making out had never felt this good before with anyone, especially when your clothed pussy kept grinding up against Eddie's jeans, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. Causing you to let out little whines when you'd almost get what you wanted but it was just out of reach,

"Awh what's the matter princess? Not getting what you want?" Eddie laughed

"Funny Munson cause it seems to me like you're the one having a hard time" to prove your point you shifted your weight on top of him, grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans,

"Baby you have no idea" Eddie stood without warning and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep from falling, "I'm about to rock your world" 

He deposited you back on the bed, your legs splayed open for him to see exactly what he had gotten flashes of earlier. The baby pink lace was barely covering anything but just enough to tease. It seemed to have the desired effect as Eddie groaned into your thigh.

That skilled mouth began covering your thighs in kisses, bites, like kitten licks to soothe. He made sure there wasn't a single expanse of skin that was left untouched, except of course where you wanted him most,

"Quit stalling" you gasped as he bit preciously close to your now dripping pussy, "come on" you wiggled your hips a little from where he'd pinned them to the bed but were instead given a sharp smack to the inside of your left thigh,

"I'm taking my time, gotta work myself up for the main course" Eddie grinned as you pouted, "patience honey, patience" 

You were sick of being patient, it wasn't just you who was eager. You'd seen the way Eddie was readjusting himself or grinding on your bedspread, so instead of listening you slowly put two fingers under the waistband of your panties and slipped them inside as Eddie watched, slightly awestruck. 

You were absolutely soaked and it didn't take much to collect some slick on your fingers and bring them back up to your mouth. Making a show of licking them clean,

"Oh that's good, are you sure you don't want some?" you asked perfectly innocently, as if offering to share your lunch with Eddie and not inviting him to have a taste of something else. 

Your ploy worked, Eddie wasted no time in dipping his head between your legs again and mouthing at your panties. You could feel his tongue moving along your folds through your panties but you wanted more, this wasn't enough,

"Tear them down, rip them off, I don't care" you moaned, grabbing at Eddie's curls as his mouth closed over your clit, sucking it through the lace,

"You're gonna be the death of me" Edide honest to god growled before doing just what you'd told him and ripping your panties down your legs so he could continue. 

There was no basking in your victory however as Eddie spread your legs further apart and buried his face between them. His tongue running along your folds and collecting your slick on his tongue, long broad stripes from top to bottom, he ate you the way he kissed you. Hungry for more. 

You tried your best to keep quiet, you hadn't closed the door and you really didn't want a group of drunk eighteen year olds hearing you get the best head of your life but Eddie had other ideas. His lips closed over your clit making a sort of vacuum, his tongue coming out to flick over the swollen bud making you arch your back off the bed,

"Lemme hear you princess, come on wanna hear you" Eddie mumbled into your cunt before diving back in, two thick fingers plunging into your dripping cunt as he licked and sucked around your clit. 

Eddie's fingers were far thicker than your own and much longer so it was easy for him to find the spongy spot that made you see stars. Once he found it he wasn't giving it up. Curling his fingers as he moved them in and out, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt filling the room along with your moans. This was far better than anything you'd ever experienced before, it had always been a chore to make Adam go down on you but Eddie honestly seemed to be getting off on it as much as you were. 

The party downstairs was long forgotten as Eddie used his fingers and tongue to split you open, you weren't even sure how long it had been since you both came up here. The mix of weed and booze and the heady feeling from being fucked so good on just Eddie's fingers had you floating away, all that mattered was what Eddie was giving you. Nothing else. 

You felt it when you were close, that pressure building up inside you ready to burst. Like every inch of you was on fire, a string pulled taught and ready to snap at any moment,

"Eddie" you'd whined, hands buried in his hair pulling tight as your whole body flooded with sensation, 

"That's it Princess that's my girl, come on, cum for me, I wanna see it" his fingers moved faster, bringing you closer and closer until your release washed over you. Slick and spit dripping down your thighs and Eddie couldn't get enough, devouring every drop he could until you finally had to squirm away from the sensation,

"Too much" you'd gasped, "Eddie too much" 

He took a step back and grinned at you, the lower half of his face  soaked in your slick and spend,

"Sorry princess, you just taste too good I couldn't stop" 

A laugh bubbled out of you, he really had enjoyed himself. The fact that he was still hard in his jeans didn't escape you either, but before you could suggest anything to remedy the issue your attention was drawn to your still open bedroom door,

"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam was standing in the doorway, red faced and looking as if he were about to explode. You quickly closed your legs though it didn't seem to matter since Adam's attention was all on Eddie,

"Oh hey man. Look I'm sorry but I'm a little busy, kind of in the middle of something so I won't be selling anything else tonight" and with that he just, shut the door on Adam's enraged face and turned back to where you were still lying on the bed, "so, where were we?" 

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[maseyfilms]

BE MY VALENTINE — M.M19

summary. you and mason are used to share valentine's gifts every year, but as friends, what will happen if mason don't wanna do it as friends anymore?

pairing. mason mount x female!reader

w.count. 1.6k+

warning. fluff, kinda cliché, still cute, !bad english!

a/n. tbh i kinda like this, still cheesy but i don't hate it, hope u like it

masterlist

You and Mason were best friends since you were kids. Your parents being friends since high school and living in the same neighborhood is definitely what made this happen. As teenagers, you were together all the time, eventually he started to pursue a football career and you went to college, but your friendship was not affected.

You guys had this thing about every February 14th: sharing a cute heart-shaped box of chocolates while watching a cheesy movie and just talking about life. The two of you obviously had partners to spend Valentine's Day with, but it was kind of a ritual that the two of you always did, regardless of whether you were dating someone or not - and maybe that was the reason none of you could stay in a relationship for more than four months.

It all started when you were seventeen and your ex boyfriend sent you a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day with a card asking for "apologies" for the way he treated you, but it turned into a joke between you and Mason and you just shared your chocolates while laughing and joking about stupid exes. It has become an annual thing.

When you got out of the elevator to talk to one of your co-workers you were surprised when you saw a giant bouquet of red and pink roses with several boxes of chocolate together on top of the reception desk. At first glance you were sure it wasn't for you, because the only person who sent you gifts on Valentine's Day was Mason, but he only gave you a box or two of chocolates and you didn't expect anything like that at this time of the afternoon . So you just walked towards your friend's office, but you were interrupted by the office receptionist's voice:

"Hey! Miss Y/L/N!!" Susan stoped you. "Someone left this here for you just now, they didn't say the name, but I think there must be a card saying so." She said trying to look for a card among the flowers.

"Mmm, Susan are you sure this is for me?" You walked towards the desk, a confused look on your face.

"Yes ma'am, I'm pretty sure is for you" She teased. "Do you want me to ask someone to send it to your office?" She asked and you nodded, needing to talk to your friend Wendy first.

"No way!" Wendy smiled, getting up from her chair. "You'll finally have a real Valentine's date!!" Her smile suddenly droped when she saw that your face was not as amused as it should've be. "Why are you looking like that? You should be happy, huh?"

"I can't go to a date today, Wendy" You explained, looking at her like it was obvious. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you won't go on a date just because of that friend of yours Matt?"

"It's Mason." You corrected, and she rolled her eyes again.

"Whatever Y/N, I know he's a great guy but ya shouldn't skip a opportunity like this just 'cause you guys do this thing every year!" She complained, holding both of your shoulders. You looked away.

"I don't even know if there's a card or something, or who sent me that, so i can't presume nothing" You raised your eyebrows. "Maybe that's not even a date invitation, y'know"

"That's what we're going to find out!" She took your hand and led you out of her office, straight to yours.

Opening your office door you saw all those bouquets and sweets, some almost falling off your desk.

"Wow!" She chuckled. "Whoever this person who sent you this is, definitely want to go out with you"

You went to the table and started looking for anything that might reveal the person who sent you all those gifts, looking for an answer. "Oh, I found something!" you said, taking a small pink card with hearts on the front and opening it.

'dear Y/N

I know you'll probably find all these things strange and weird but i wanted some attention from you.

I don't even know how to write this and i feel so awkward doing this, but i can't keep it to myself anymore.

I love you. Not in a friend way or something, I really fancy you. I think i have felt this since we were ten or something, and i really wanted to tell you since but i was afraid to ruin our friendship, i'm still afraid tho.

You're the nicest, smartest and prettiest woman i've ever had the chance to meet and i'm so happy to be your friend. I can't stop thinking about you and i feel so silly about this.

I kinda don't care if you don't feel the same, i just wanna get all this out even if the feeling is not mutual. By the time you read this i'll probably be at training, if you want to talk you can meet me at the bridge or something.

Happy valentine's Y/N/N, I love you

Mase'

Your eyes were burning as much as your cheeks. You had just read the person you've loved for years saying they like you too. You really didn't know how to react, but you felt tears streaming down your face as soon as you finished reading and Wendy, who didn't know anything that was going on, got worried.

"Hey, why are you crying?" She said, getting closer for a hug. "what's on that card?"

"Mason, he..." You sobbed and looked at your fingers while fidgeting them. "He said that he likes me." You finally look at her face and a slight smile apears at your lips, leaving your friend confused.

"And that's bad? I don't know, I always thought you had a crush on eachother" You nodded and she holds your cheeks, wiping the tears with her thumb. "So why are you crying, love?"

"I, I don't know" You confessed then furrowed your eyebrows together. "I have to tell him i like him back."

"Yes, I'm sure you do, you could say it tonight at dinner and-" She calmly said but was interrupted.

"No, no, i have to tell him now." You said, freeing yourself from her grip and grabbing your purse on you desk.

"Uh, what are you doing?" She chuckled.

"I'm going to tell him that i fancy him too...?"

"You don't even know where he is!" You explained to her that he was at training and you ran down stairs for the parking lot, grabbing the keys for your car. Wendy was running after you but you didn't notice.

"What are you doing here?" You said when you got to your car and opened the door. Wendy let out a dry laugh.

"Did you really think i would pass up this opportunity to leave work early? by the way I have to see you finally unraveling, it's a miracle" She chuckled and entered the car, you rolled your eyes.

The way to the Stamford bridge was a hell. Traffic seemed to slow down just to annoy you, the noise of the city seemed to be louder and you kept tapping the steering wheel with your fingertips.

"Bloody hell, Y/N, calm down!" Wendy complained when the noise of your fingers started to annoy her too. "he's not gonna change his mind or something, if you keep like this you'll explode. And stop fucking tapping your fingers, jesus"

When you arrived at the bridge car park, you literally jumped out of the car and ran to the entrance, leaving the door to the driver's seat for your friend to close.

On the field, Mason was anything but calm as well. Ben couldn't take it anymore every time Mason went to the benches to check if he had any messages from you or when he kept mumbling every 5 minutes.

"Mate, stop" Ben said when mason let out a whimper as he kicked the ball. "It's fine! maybe she didn't read it yet, or she's busy with work, calm down!"

"I know, i'm just worried. What if she read it but she doesn't like me back and then she'll stop talking to me?" He wondered, running fingers through his hair. "I'm such an idiot, i shouldn't have done all this shit"

"Hey mase!" Reece called him and when Mason looked at him, he gestured his head towards the tunnel.

When Mason looked at the tunnel entryway, there you are. A confused look on your face while you're scanning the field, looking for, probably or obviously, Mason.

When you laid eyes on him you ran towards him, a shy smile soon appearing on his face.

You buried your face on the crook of his neck and greeted him with a hug soon as you reached him, slightly panting for the short run. "Hey, bet you received my gift" He grinned nervously and you nodded.

"I love you too mase." You whispered out of the blue, your voice was muffled by his shirt but he could hear you saying it. You pulled back to look at his face and he was smiling wide, cheeks burning, knitted brows and arms around your waist while he processed the information, then he closed his eyes and leaned to join your lips together.

Suddenly everything around seems to disappear. You put your hands on the sides of his face, deepening the kiss. Both of you never gotten so lost in a kiss before, breath taken away and never wanting to get rid of eachothers arms. It all felt so right, and you guys just couldn't believe you had waited for so long.

The air began to be necessary and you both pulled away, still hugging and huge smiles printed on your faces.

"Hi" he said, blood still rushing into his cheeks, and pulling you closer by the waist. you chuckled. "Hi"

"Guess I should take you on a real Valentine's date now, what do you think?" He asks and you lean again, pecking his lips a few times.

"I think this works as an answer."

[fcknstar]

,, best friends girl "

- harryosborn x fem!reader x peterparker

a.n : omfg i have a habit of writing at night. i have tried to edit it to the best of my ability. i need friends who share the same interest in harry osborn. uhh this is a mix of peter and harry, but it was really actually for harry lmao. i think imma just use marlene monae as my oc / reader / (y/n) cause it's easier for me. kinda got carried away lmao

warnings : jealousy? , long back story , y/n or reader is known as marlene monae.

**lowercase intended**

changing schools in the middle of the semester has to be your most hated things that could ever happen to you. moving houses was normal for your family as your fathers a business man, who moves around. your dad was a family man, he never wanted to leave his family behind, so hed bring you and your mom around. 

it may seem magical, being able to see the entire world due to having the money for it. however, the beauty of it can never mask your hatred having to make friends, and eventually leaving them. you hardly ever kept real friends due to long distance and time difference which made it hard for both parties to connect. 

somehow, there was a few friends that you truly treasured. you were settled there for awhile. you met peter parker, harry osborn and gwen stacy. there were others but they were really something. peter was more towards the introvert dude who was always reserved, attractive guy. harry was the complete opposite of peters personality, he was more outgoing towards others, ladys boy. gwen stacy was with peter when you first entered, and you guys simply clicked, probably due to the love of science. 

you have to admit that you found peter attractive, thank god your feelings have started to slowly fade into the background. however that happiness was outlived when you found out you had to move again. you begged your parents to settle here, but of course they refused. bummed out with your parents, you had to carry the burden and decided to not tell your friends about it. you just didnt want to suffer with long distance and that your meeting with them was merely meant to be during that timeline. knowing that itd be your last time ever being in queens, you confessed your feelings towards peter, probably weeks or months after gwen and peters breakup. you didnt want to regret not opening your heart out. 

when you left without a single trace, the duo was upset. of course, who wouldn't be. you left without a letter, a goodbye. peter did tell the others about your confession. gwen wasnt mad, she was more delighted. harry left way earlier than you did, so he didn't know anything. 

just like every friend and memory you had, you had forgotten them easily. you had to, it was driving you insane with how much you missed them. missed peter because you didnt know what his answer was. but who cares. aunt may probably forgot and didnt tell peter about it. you werent mad at aunt may, but she is old and had a lot to handle with her frail hands, and your message to peter only added the burden for her. but to your luck, she did pass down the message, but was too late as peter came back home later than usual. 

it has been years and you are your own woman. you aged beautifully and your birthday was nearing. your parents had settled in france, feeling comfortable with their surroundings. you had basically forgotten the past, most of your friends and the activities you did with them. clearing up your messy room, you came across a dusty cardboard box. it looked beaten up. curiosity killed the cat and you opened to box only to find the stuff your friends had gifted you throughout your years of moving. 

the box had felt like a time capsule, feeling like a teenager again was good. there was a particularly picture in the box that caught your eye. it was a pic of your friends in queens. 

what were their names again? uhh grace? harold and peter? peter sounds familiar but too basic. he looks familiar too. it was hard for you to remember everyones names and faces due to the dozens of people youve met. attached to the picture was a thumbdrive. curious you slipped in the drive into your laptop. it was multiple folders of your time at queens? what was so special about this place, you thought. you scrolled through a couple of photos and videos, when everything hit you like a truck. you had fled that place without letting your friends know about you leaving. you had deeply missed that place that you made yourself forget about everything there. surprisingly, your heart still yearned for peter. 

after talking with your parents, they have let you fly back there. while flying you didnt know what to expect or what to think. should i visit peter? or gwen?

what if they don't accept me? you panicked. maybe it wasn't a good idea to actually visit queens. upon reaching there, you found a hotel to stay at for the time being. you basically walked around queens trying to find a familiar apartment. after a few hours of searching, you landed infront of a old but homely apartment. you didnt know what to expect. maybe peter and aunt may moved? maybe they wont recognize you? taking a deep breath in, you advanced forward towards the entrance, knocking on the door. it didnt take long for the door to swing open revealing aunt may. 

" hey aunt may, how are you? " you started. the awkward tension in the air filled you both quickly while you waited for her reply. it looked like she was trying to piece the imaginary puzzles together. 

" uhm, its marlene? " you added, helping her remember you faster. it was as if you could see the light bulb above her head light up. you didnt expect a big warm hug from aunt may, well you had feared that she probably didnt accept you. lifting your hands slowly, you reciprocated the hug and took in her embrace. you did miss aunt may, her hugs, her cooking, and her smiles that she never failed to give you. 

" darling! oh my its been so long, what happened? how are you? hows your parents? what brings you here? " aunt may spat out as she released you from her embrace. she always saw you as one of hers. she always carried a heavy heart wherever she went. she often thought that you left because of them despite you reassuring her that you werent.

" may, whats  the commotion about? " peter came out from the side, chuckling. however it stopped when he saw you. you both did not say anything to each other, you felt your body heat up with guilt. the one where you knew you did something wrong. peter felt multiple emotions rush through him, was it really you? 

" uh pete, this is marlene, i hope you didnt forget her? " nodded aunt may. aunt may saw how peter suffered, not knowing whether he felt that way because you left without saying goodbye or that he wasnt able to tell you that he felt the same way. the spiderman situation didnt help him either, no one knew that but gwen. 

trying to suppress the heat and awkwardness, you merely nodded and smiled. aunt may welcomed you in and wanted to catch up. the house looked the same, it gave off homely vibes and you missed it. you sat on the dining table opposite of aunt may while peter just stood next to her. 

you had to try to explain your absence and why you left without saying anything. you did a lot of things you regretted in the past, and leaving without an explanation was on the top of your list. aunt may seemed to understand, but she is always understanding. not sure if peter seemed the same way as his gaze was fixated on you ever since you were at their doorstep. 

" alright, ill leave you two be yea " aunt may could sense the tension between the two young adults. all she wanted was them to reconcile, glancing at peter hoping he gets a hint. 

" oh uh its fine, i was about to leave anyway. im sorry if i came without notice. bye aunt may! " you quickly gathered your stuff and practically ran out the house. slowing down your pace once you were out, you took out your phone with the intention to play some music while walking back to your hotel. 

" so thats it? youre leaving without saying goodbye to me? again? " peter called out. stopping in your tracks, you slowly turned to him. you could see the disappointment that was clearly showing. 

" look, im sorry i left okay? i just had a lot going on back then and i thought that was the easiest way out- "

" but it wasnt, isnt it? you left me knowing that we could be something.. " peter had whispered the last part, not wanting or ready for you to hear it. maybe you had moved on. his eyes trained on you. 

you didnt know what to say. you heard what he whispered out. " i know youre mad at me and its reasonable. and i.. i. " you werent sure if he liked you, but what he said did indicate that he probably did have feelings. 

" yea i am mad at you, you left without a letter? and you expected that the message you left me was enough? it was selfish of you to do so you know that right " he slowly advanced to you, not wanting his neighbors to listen to the conversation that went horribly wrong. you wanted to answer, but nothing came out of your mouth. peter felt that he was a little too harsh just by looking at your expression.

" im sorry if i was too harsh. i just. i really liked you, i still do, but leaving me. leaving gwen wasnt something we both saw coming. aunt may said you liked me. is it true? " it was pretty bold of peter, he knew that. but he really needed to know. he nearly missed your nods. that was enough for him to engulf you into a hug. peter had let his guard down and you had to. you realized that it was hard for him too. 

it had been a few weeks ever since you stepped foot in new york. peter brought you to see gwen, who was thrilled to find you back. you guys reconnected instantly, catching up with one another. peter was glad that you are back, but he knew deep down that you had to leave again. gwen convinced you to stay with her as she needed a roommate. which made you convince your parents to let you stay in new york. somehow everything went according to plan, and you parents visited you often. you were living comfortably with gwen, you started dating peter. it sounds bad, dating your friends ex, but gwen was too open minded to care about what people thought. who cares about their friend dating their crush when they are in a committed relationship with someone new. 

you and peter were at a cafe having a regular breakfast, when a mini television in the cafe announced harry osborns arrival back in new york. it was said that his father was terribly sick and had died from it. decided that you both wanted to visit harry. 

the moment you stepped into the building, you both were told that harry was in a meeting for oscorp, and had to wait for the boy to come down. scanning the foyer you were in, it looked grand, but was dimly lit which made it more eerie than intended. you both didnt know what to expect except the awkwardness that will fill in between you three. while waiting for harry, you and peter were softly kicking each other to keep each other from getting bored. 

the clacks of someones shoes broke the silence and both you and peter had turned to see harry. harry looked different, he grew into his looks, the ridiculous side part has yet to leave his personality. 

" peter parker.. and marlene monae. its like seeing ghosts. " harry chuckled, staring at you both. 

" hey harry. " peter greeted with a gentle tone, not wanting harry to push you both away. 

you just forced a smile towards the boy who nodded. " uhm, what brings you both here? "

" we saw the news, heard about your dad and just wanted to see you and  how you are doing. " it was now your turn to speak. you didnt want to offend harry, trying to sound as sincerely as you intended with the words that came out. 

" im uh with some people,  im in a meeting " harry voiced out, eyes flickering between you both. 

" we didnt mean to intrude, really. i knew how it feels to lose a parent. " a sigh left peters lips. he truly wanted to be there for his friend. the conversation felt awkward and you didnt know what to do other than mess with your skin. glancing back at peter, you continued, " we just wanted to let you know that we are here for you if you need us " 

harry nodded, whispering out a " thank you " . 

it was silent for a moment and you seriously wanted to tension to stop. clasping your hands together, you look between peter and harry, " it was nice to see you again, harry " smiling towards the boy, you glance back at peter. peter got the hint and nodded. as you both turned to the door, harry spoke. 

" i see that you have gotten your braces out, " you could tell that harry had let his guard down with the tone of his voice. you missed this harry that enjoyed messing around, " and you have better style now huh " harry eyed you up and down. he always teased about how plain you dress up in the past. 

seeing peter smile at harrys words warmed you dearly. peter had both of his friends back into his life and peter couldnt be more happy. 

" you still blow dry your hair every morning? " peter laughed. harry stepped down onto the stairs, chuckling. 

" you know, one of my servants holds the hair dryer and i work the comb " harry cracked a smile, he was shocked at how quickly he let his old friends back into his life, but he wasnt mad at all. 

when harry reached the bottom of the stairs, he opened up his arms wanting a hug. without hesitation peter ran to harry like a little child, engulfing harry into a bear hug. you have seen peter happy when hes around his friends, but peter has never been this happy to have a friend back into your life. ( you messed up, thats why he didnt seem to happy to see you, right marlene? ) 

after harry released peter from his grasp, he opened his arms slightly, offering you a hug that you gladly accepted. you and harry usually shared hugs with one another in the past. it was tradition, whenever you two see each other or needed one another, a hug was always shared, and jokes were passed around. 

peter was happy seeing his friends reconcile, but his eyes didnt miss the way harrys hands held your waist. was it normal? he knew your relationship with harry in the past, but he didnt remember it to be this touchy. maybe it was because he was just jealous. the hug lasted longer than he anticipated, his ears didnt miss the light thumping of someones heart during the shared hug. it couldnt be yours, he was used to hearing your heart beat and didnt sound like yours. maybe harry was nervous. peter didnt know. 

it wasnt long before the trio found themselves walking through a park which located in the middle of the town. harry and peter were conversing, letting you take in the atmosphere. 

" what? you got yourself a lady? " harry joked while watching peter lean back onto the railing. that was what made you and peter lock eyes. harry caught that, a smile starting to appear on his lips. 

" wait, you two? " harry questioned. 

when you were about to answer harry, peter beat you to it. " you sound surprised, well we were just about to tell you " peter winked. 

" well i am, i just didnt think a hot looking woman would end up with a nerd. " harry joked, " i mean dont get me wrong im happy for you both. " you were probably oblivious enough to not notice the tone in harrys voice, but peter clearly did. 

" well thank you harry, but how bout you get yourself a woman before talking " you winked at harry, challenging harry. 

" i have one in mind, but shes off limits. " harry sighed, eye flicking between you and peter. 

" spill right now. "  you cheered, its been a long time since you heard your best friend talk about his crushes. 

" spill? its that like a slang-? " harry was cut off with a slap in the head. of course it was from you. peter didnt like the interaction one bit, he didnt expect you and harry click so fast after years of not meeting. it took you less than an hour to let your guard down with harry, but it took you a few weeks to fully get comfortable with peter. peter just couldn't understand. 

harry however, was more delighted to have you talk to him. he had missed your eagerness whenever he shared about his dream girl which was practically you. he did feel upset when he found out that you and peter were an item. if you and peter werent together, hed for sure have started something with you. he knew peter saw the way he held your waist, the way he brought your hips closer to his, the way he buried his face in the crook of your neck. but who is he to break you two apart. you were his best friends girl. or are you really?

[beescrafting]

Forgotten Friends (welcome home au)

{AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS KINDA FIRST PERSON POV} {character art will be posted soon}

CHAPTER ONE.

I slaughtered forward, exhaling a breath I had been holding… It was such a harsh day at work.. I couldn't wait to lay in bed and snooze about for my weekend off… though… maybe it wouldn't be a nice one…

I glanced to the cloudy sky, not a signal ray of moonlight coming through… the smell of damp soul and rain filled my nose as I recalled the fact it had rained earlier.

This might have been nice any other day, but their was this unsettling feeling the air… it was intense… I had noticed it once before, way back… It had been a week since this feeling had started… the feeling of being watched… It was unsettling…

I sighed… Glancing around… frowning before walking into my house as I opened the door… I locked it after myself as I turned on a light… glancing around my home.

It was a child hood home… a lovely place… I had grown up here just like the rest of my family had… And now it was just mine, my own home, my own place…

I placed my bag down streching trying to calm down my nerves… I sighed… walking forward I noticed something… a box… a lone red box with apple printing on it…

this puzzled me.. as far as I was aware my parents haden't visited…. nor my sibblings or even my friends… I glanced around nervously…

nothing….

no one was here…

I went around my house carrying a old baseball bat I had taken from my closet…

Their were no signs of a break in… I sighed find with this… but… that doesn't explain why their is a gift in my living room so suddenly…

Maybe my older brother stopped by and dropped a gift off again…

I went back into the living room putting away my baseball bat… before entering, I looked at the small box… picking it up.. it had some weight to it…

I sighed frowning before noticing a note…

I perked up.. picking it up before reading it…

'Greeting's Neighbor, It sure has been awhile. I hope you haven't forgotten about us! I know we haven't forgotten about you! You'll be seeing me soon Neighbor. Wishing you the most, your best friend and promised partner, Wally Darling.'

That was… off putting thats for sure… I tried to recall anyone named wally darling from my life…

I thought for a good 20 minutes before pausing and remembering… that old TV show! Welcome home! The host or main charater was someone named Wally Darling!

This brought up more questions though..

Was this a sick prank by someone i knew?… did they remember my stay at the mental hopsital?… Do they not know the years of torture I went through because of me being a foolish kid!?

I gripped the note before sighing and putting it down… I picked up the gift next… sitting down on the couch recalling the show… ehe… I was such a hyper focus child…

I leaned back thinking…

I remembered when the show first started… I loved it… every bit of it…. watching it air on the tv.. every morning…

I mean I even remember travling to that world with wally! of course those were all dreams.. were they not?

Travling to the world, meeting Julie.. Frank… Eddie… Poppy… Sally.. Barnaby… Home… Howdy… and Wally… it was a lovely dream…

but.. then again.. my parents… they always seemed off put when I talked about the show… saying that their was no such thing… and asking where I was for a few hours every morning…

I glanced at my hands… before looking at the box, gathering it up I held it… before opening it…

the inside was plush with red velvet stuffing… their was a dvd disk… on it was 'Welcome Home Y/N'… Off putting thats for sure…

I sighed glancing about nervously as the feeling of eyes on me grew more… noticeable…

Nothing…

I sighed before continuing.. I moved things around before finding a Wally darling plush.. its just like how i remembered him… how others did to.. the ones that told me they had similar experiences… I wondered how they were doing now.. it had been around 4 years after all!

I Shook my head as I stared at it… It was a bit different though.. I mean the Ascot was a bit rough along side the hair… I did my best to fix it… sighing… the eyes stared at me… unerving… thats all I felt… I placed it down slumping back chuckling a bit…

Was I really getting so bent out of shape over this?…

ha… I really was… how funny…

I glanced back at the plush before picking it up, and to try and bring some comfort to myself I spoke to it..

"I missed you wally…" I hummed softly smiling at the thing…

'I M I S S E D Y O U T O O N E I G H B O R. . . !'

A voice rung out… I jolted in surprise perking up looking around bewildered trying to see if someone was actually here playing a prank on me… but no… nothing!

I glanced back at the plush and my eyes sunk with terror and fear… the plushies mouth had a grine… a blackened grin that stared at me just like its beady eyes… I felt so much fear.. that I froze….

I fell backward… and felt darkness around my vission…

'O H N E I G H B O R. . . D O N ' T W O R R Y I A M H E R E N O W. . . A N D W E W O N ' T B E A P A R T A G A I N. . . .'

the voice said as I passed out… the plushie shifting from my hold… I felt it move… walking on its own before it grew infront of me… as my last few glimpse of vision stayed… I saw him….

Wally Darling…

but it truly wasn't how I remember him… he was darker… more.. sunken in… more horrifyingly lanky and tall… he reached my fucking ceiling for fucks sake! his hands were like claws! his grin unchanging… his eyes were like black voids… oh how I wish I could scream.. but nothing came out other then a whimper of fear as I succumbed…

I passed out… and this nightmarishly tall lanky freak had full power over me… and my house…

[konnfusion]

HELLO IT'S ME ODESSA MUTUAL FOR THE ASK GAME gimme 6, 17, 26, 32 and 49!

ODESSA MUTUAL, HELLO AGAIN, I AM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS~

(anyone else reading this please see previous post for more Odessa lore™)

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? Odessa was a # gifted kid in her younger years ("a pleasure to have in class" kinda kid, a "jumping up and down in my seat with my hand in the air for you to call on me because I know the answer" kinda kid), but the sudden death of her parents derailed a lot of her life. She finished secondary school and some university, but dropped out without a degree. Her parents were computer scientists, she did okay with that, but was at her best with things like English, Theatre, and Biology (especially Botany; she loves plants and flowers). And, of course, her parents fostered a love of astronomy, and even named her after a constellation [that I made up].

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? YES! She mostly took photos of her garden and the like when she lived alone, but started including herself in more pictures after she began making friends with and through the Doctor. Keeping physical pictures is very important to her (phones are so easily destroyed, if not also easily replaced, on adventures in time and space), but she does has a whole box of albums that she keeps meaning to digitize and log into the ship's databases so they'll be around forever.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? There's a lot of before-and-after with Odessa. Pre-space-adventures, she tried to be reserved--to cause no harm and mind her business, to paraphrase one of her TSwift anthems--, but she's a really emotional and often warm person by nature so that reservation didn't last long once she left home, especially around her loved ones. (Her husband loves comparing her to stars and suns and all that wonderful celestial imagery.) She's got a huge smile that lights up her whole face, sparking up warm brown eyes, and she loves to sing and dance. She would definitely organize intergalactic karaoke parties if she could. She always seems to be humming something, and even gets the Doctor to join in on her dancing once in a while. (The dancing increases when she's traveling with Twelve, since he's always hanging out in the console room playing his guitar.) She just loves the freedom of emoting as big as she really feels, and loves not feeling ashamed of showing how she feels--especially when she's happy.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? If she could live her whole life in dungarees, she would. But they're not always conducive to space adventures, so she usually opts for comfortable clothes she can run from danger in--high-waisted jeans and patterned blouses/sweaters, Docs or running shoes. (The TARDIS has a huge wardrobe collection from previous adventures, so she can pretty much wear whatever she likes.) She has been known to rock the hell out of evening-wear, but that's usually reserved for date night with her husband. She usually sleeps in an oversized t-shirt and either patterned shorts or pants. She opts for light, natural-ish makeup most of the time or none at all. Her hair is the subject of her first off-world adventure, actually! Not to give spoilers for the whole thing, but she was naturally a brunette until a run-in with a bleaching agent at a factory turned her blonde(/almost silvery). Now, whenever she wants to be brunette again, she has to raid her collection of hair dye that she's been stealing from Earth stores all throughout history. (Because why would time travelers have money, of course.) Her hair is long-ish with curtain bangs, and she always has a hair-tie on hand to help keep it out of her face. this is a pretty good visualizer for her everyday look:

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? She is so sentimental, basically to a fault (aka, it can turn into pettiness when someone isn't as emotionally invested in something as she is). She has many objects she values that represent the people she's lost (books that belonged to her parents, her photo albums, pressed flowers from her garden, etc.), but she also makes an effort to hold onto things that represent the people that are still in her life, too (jewelry or clothes that remind her of her friends and the like). Truth be told, she might hoard sentimental items too much, but their ship is essentially endless, so no one has the heart to criticize her for it. The two things she takes everywhere with her, no matter what, are her TARDIS key and her wedding ring; they're always on her person. The Doctor designed the ring himself--double-banded gold with a green-blue stone to represent her home planet. There's an engraving on the inside of the band in Gallifreyan that she can't read, and that he won't translate for her. "It's something that doesn't need saying," in his words. (One of our planned stories tells the reader what it says, but we have no plans thus far for Odessa to ever have it translated for her.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING MORE ABOUT HER AND FOR JUST BEING AWESOME I'M :')))))) YOU'RE THE COOLEST

[chasingpj]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐩.𝐣. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

young god

a series of scenarios that follow a child of hecate reader and her life throughout the percy jackson and olympian series and the heroes of olympus series. all the scenarios boil down to one big quest that will change her life forever.

young god 2.0

this is the rewritten version of young god! this serves as a prequel to the first one. my original masterlist is still up, and you can read ahead to those chapters while you wait for these chapters. Just so you know, I will one day, eventually, take those chapters down and repost them with edits that make sense to the newly edited version.

𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

are we just friends?

"It’s nice knowing that even though you can’t see them, they’re still there; they’ll always be there. Kinda like you.”

hush-hush

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

at ease

how percy comforts and helps a reader with anxiety disorder

baby fever

percy getting baby fever seeing y/n play with estelle

best four years

headcanons of college life with percy at new rome

cozy

you make a blanket fort with percy

homecoming

percy returns from a quest and reunites with you

lovestruck

percy crushing on a child of aphrodite

our little pearl

how percy takes care of you while you're pregnant

road trip

a road trip with percy, piper, leo, and annabeth

skinny love

you and rachel try to make percy realize his feelings for you

unspoken

five ways percy says i love you through his actions

your two favorite boys

how you and percy fell in love and how you rekindled with your little brother, jason

𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀

besties

percy third-wheeling with his gf and his best friend

costumes

you and percy's couple costumes for Halloween

domestic!percy

us talking about percy being a dilf

fascinated

percy with an s/o who loves cosmetics

flustered

percy with an easily flustered s/o

gentle

y/n shaving percy's face

god complex

a send in from a lovely anon about y/n with a god complex

halloween

how percy would react to you wanting to do a couple costume

hugs

percy with an s/o who only likes his hugs

in the next life

how percy would react to if his s/o had died

jealous

how percy shows his jealousy

knickknack

percy with an s/o who gifts him pretty things

late

percy keeping you up late at night

mutual

percy with a s/o who is annabeth's best friend

neck kisses

percy and his neck kisses

other way around: pt 1 and pt 2

how percy would react to y/n getting taken to camp jupiter by the gods instead of him

pastel

percy with a child of demeter s/o who loves pastels and baking

patient

percy with an s/o who has adhd

sweater

how percy would be when he sees you wearing his clothes

tease

how percy tries to cheer you up when you're mad at him

too cool

nerdy percy with cool guitarist s/o

triangle

funny ask about a love triangle between y/n, annabeth, and percy

villain origin story

how his s/o dying would be percy's villain origin story

𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘀 & 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀

[7:27 am]

"Hell yeah, I'm Y/N's baby."

[8:04 am]

"It's your birthday!"

[12:42pm]

"Don’t let this one go. He's perfect for you.”

[1:47 pm]

“How does the baby get in your stomach, Mama?”

[2:38 pm]

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

[3:13 pm]

"Are you tired? Here, let me carry you."

[4:42 pm]

“You make me miserable, you know that?”

[4:48 pm]

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me by buying me books.”

[5:24 pm]

“This is why I’m gonna be the cool parent.”

[6:03 pm]

“Trust the process? My hair is orange!”

[2:23 am]

"Would you ever want to get married?"

[3:12 am]

"We can't take care of a baby."

biggest fan

"I'm your biggest fan!"

cheeto bandit

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?”

don't mess up

"If we lose this, I'm divorcing you." 

impulsive

“You could have gotten yourself killed!”

jealous

"I think your cat hates me."

mastermind

"What if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me? I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line."

mismatch

“Wow, this place is… nothing like our hometown. Do you fit in here?”

not funny

“Lupa and the Romans took his humor.”

surprise

"You're pregnant?"

trespass

“Isn’t this, like, illegal?”

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[super-unpredictable98]

Heavenly | The Mortal Instruments AU

Chapter 4: The Hiding Nephilim 

Warning: Strong language, blood drinking, mentruation, mention of violence and death, smut (period sex)

(Masterlist)

"Yeeeaah!" you screamed at the top of your lungs and whistled loudly when The Mortal Instruments walked on stage.

Simon immediately spotted you and winked with a huge smile, he looked so hot with his bass and his hair all messed up for the performance (certainly Eric's doing, that boy was not the type of guy you imagined Si would have as a friend, but you were not gonna complain, you didn't wanna be that girlfriend).

"We are The Mortal Instruments, Brooklyn, are you ready to rock with us?" Simon walked up to the mic. "This first song I wanna dedicate to a very special girl in the audience tonight..."

You shouted in response, clapping enthusiastically. The Alto Bar was packed, which was kinda weird considering that it was a weeknight, but people couldn't seem to get enough of the band, maybe due to the bassist with magical charisma powers.

"Why am I standing on a cloud

Every time you're around

And my sadness disappears

Every time you are near

You must be an angel

I can see it in your eyes

Full of wonder and surprise

And just now I realize

Ooh, you're an angel..."

First you were shocked by the song choice, Madonna didn't seem like very much the style of the band, but they made it sound really good. Second you were shocked by Simon's voice. He was a really good singer, maybe vampire bites do this to you as well?

Girls all around you were mesmerized by him, of course it wasn't the best feeling in the world to have an entire room of beautiful women drooling all over your boyfriend, but you knew it wasn't their fault, or his fault, it was just how things were. In the end, you knew he was singing for you. Not to mention, nothing could bring you down after what happened earlier:

"Hey, Si... I have a surprise for you," you went from school straight to his apartment, holding a tiny gift box.

"Oh, a surprise? What did I do to deserve it?" he jumped from the couch to open his gift. "What's this?"

"So, you remember when we had that conversation about you drinking my blood and you know..." you blushed with embarrassment. "This will make it easier for you. It's a menstrual cup."

"A menstrual cup?"

"Yeah, I use this instead of a tampon or a pad, so it catches everything and you can just... Drink it."

'Aww, y/n!" his face lit up. "You're not only half angel, you're a full angel! How can you be so thoughtful when I'm basically leeching off of you?"

"No you're not, it was going to waste anyway. If you need it, why not take it? Especially when you say my blood tastes so amazing," you chuckled.

"It does, sweetheart."

"Let's just pray I never get pregnant," you joked. "Cause that would be a very sad nine months."

"Oh, that's not gonna happen," Simon looked down slightly sad. "I can't have children after the bite."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's okay, if one day we decide to have them, we can always get a donor or adopt, right?"

"Yeah, sure! I don't have to take the pill anymore, so that's nice. And I always wanted to adopt anyway."

"Really?" he lifted his eyes to meet yours. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I swear! I'm adopted, Si, I always wanted to do for a child the same my parents did for me."

"I love you, you know that?" he smiled.

"Oh," that definitely took you by surprise, but he didn't stutter, he didn't seem to regret saying it either, it wasn't an accident. "I love you too."

Once the gig was over, you stood next to the stage, Simon liked to joke that you had the VIP pass, which was technically true.

"So, what do you think?" he jumped off the stage with unhuman agility and grace, landing perfectly on his feet.

"It was amazing," you wrapped your arms around his neck, he was slightly sweaty from jumping around and playing, but you didn't care. "I can't believe I'm dating a rockstar."

"Let's not exaggerate," he went to fix his glasses, something he still did sometimes, despite the fact that he hasn't been wearing them for over two months.

"I saw what you did there by the way... You must be an angel, I can see it your eyes," you teased. "Very smooth."

"I'm glad you liked it," he leaned in to kiss you, but before your lips could touch, a swarm of girls surrounded him like moths attracted to the light.

"The concert was amazing!" 

"You are so talented!"

"Would you sign my shirt?"

"When is your next gig?"

Simon didn't really know how to react, you took a step back, also feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden attack of horny chicks wanting a piece of your boyfriend. He calmly talked to each of them, which took about half an hour, as you waited seated on a couch in the corner of the bar, observing from afar.

"God, that was intense," he walked up to you once they left. 

"That's a word for it..."

"Is it just me or you're a tiny bit jealous?" 

"No! Of course not!" you looked away.

"You can tell me," he nudged your arm with a grin. "I think it's cute."

"A little bit, okay? Happy?" 

"Yeah, I knew it, you're so adorable when you're jealous!" he pulled you close and lifted you up in his arms, heading to the exit.

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Jace and Clary had been tormenting you to have a proper meeting with them in the Institute, you already knew what was gonna happen... They would try to get you to join their 'organization', swear before 'The Clave' or whatever it is they do. They also insisted that you meet one of the Silent Brothers, who could have information about your biological parents, something you were not interested in the slightest.

You ended up agreeing to the meeting out of pure exhaustion. To make things worst, you were barely able to sleep at all the night before and it was that time of the month, so you felt like complete shit. 

As soon as you walked out of the bathroom, Simon was waiting by the door, you nearly screamed in surprise.

"So..." he smirked, showing his baby fangs. "I smell something good."

"You take pleasure in my pain?" you mocked, showing him the cup.

"No! I'm sorry, angel," he nearly whined. "Can I have it? Please?"

"Bon appétit," you handed it to him, still slightly disgusted by this idea, but it was mostly because of the endless stigmas created by a misogynistic society surrounding menstruation. 

Simon swallowed thickly before drinking, he has been looking forward to that moment for weeks. 

"Jesus," he murmured, content. "Even better than I remember."

"I'm always oddly flattered when you say that," you laughed.

"You should, your blood is extra sweet."

"Maybe it's just because you love me."

"Might be, but this..." he licked his lips. "Is amazing."

"Well, can I wash it now? So I can put it back? I gotta tell you, I'm kinda liking this cup thing."

"Really? Why?" 

"It's pretty much leak-proof, it can stay there for like twelve hours, it's cheaper than buying tampons every month, it's better for the planet, and my vampire boyfriend gets a nice snack twice a day."

"Twice a day?" he gasped in excitement.

"At least."

"Could you be any more perfect?" Simon went to kiss you, but you pulled back and he nodded, understanding why. "Sorry, I forgot. The neck then?"

"Yeah," you moved your head to the side and he placed a tender kiss on your skin before playfully letting his fangs graze it, but without actually bitting. "That feels kinda nice."

"Does it?" he breathed.

"Uhum..." you closed your eyes.

"I think Clary and the others can wait a little bit, don't you think?" Si lowered his hand to your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"I would love to, but I feel like garbage. I have cramps, I'm just gonna take some Advil and get dressed."

"You know, the other day in class, I've learned that having an orgasm is great for cramps, plus I think my saliva can make you feel much better than Advil."

"Simon... Are you still hungry?" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I just wanna make you feel good," he looked at you sheepishly. "Don't you wanna know how it feels with the fangs?"

Curiosity got the best of you and you nodded. He bit his lip pleased with the response and effortlessly took you to bed.

"Try not to make a mess on the sheets, baby," you propped yourself to your elbows to look at him.

"Don't worry, angel," he growled, spreading your legs.

Simon lowered himself, kissing the inside of your thighs and you watched the shy muscles on his back flexing as he moved, delving into your cunt urgently. He moved his tongue with agility and precision, as if he knew exactly how to satisfy your craving.

He was right about the cramps, just as his tongue touched your skin, your entire body relaxed. The pain was gone, the discomfort was gone, and all you could think of was the gentle coolness of his touch on your warm flesh. He was also right about the fangs, it did feel interesting.

"Simon! Yes, just like that!" you moaned, stroking his hair roughly. "I'm getting close, baby, please..."

"You're so good," he murmured against your skin. "So good to me. I want you to come, angel, do it for me."

His words drove you to the edge and you came undone, your toes curling as your orgasm gripped you. You almost felt bad for how hard you tugged at his curls while arching your back, but he didn't seem to mind at all, moaning quietly as he softly kissed your clit.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked it.

"Oh yeah, it feels like heaven," you mumbled.

"Told you... You're so tasty," he stifled a burp which made you wince and laugh at the same time. 

"Way to keep it romantic," you joked.

"Sorry," he laughed. 

"Well, as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day feeding your cravings, the quiet brother is waiting for me," you got up.

"I think you mean Silent Brother," Simon laughed even harder, his fangs now gone. "By the way, they look a little... Creepy, don't be scared alright?"

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"Hey there, y/n," Clary greeted as soon as you crossed the door. "I'm so glad you came!"

"Oh yeah me too, I think I did a pretty good job," Simon chuckled in the goofiest way, earning an elbow to the ribs from you. 

"Hi, Clary, it's nice to see you, but I know what you and Jace want. I'm only here to tell you that I'm not gonna-" you started, but she shook her head.

"It's okay, we don't wanna drag you into a cult or anything, we just wanna understand what happened."

"Right now shadowhunters are a dying breed," Jace joined them. "We need to stick together."

"You have to admit that coming in here to be mistreated by Isabelle and Alec doesn't really make me wanna join your little group."

"Brother Enoch is waiting for you," Jace seemed unbothered by your arguments. 

"Jesus Christ!" Simon jumped as a cat rubbed against his leg. "I hate this damn cat!"

"Don't say that, he's so cute," you bent over to pet its head.

"Can you take us to Brother Enoch, Church?" Clary asked.

"Did she just ask the cat?" you whispered to your boyfriend. "And his name is Church? Like in Pet Sematary?"

"I stopped asking questions by now..." Simon shrugged.

As the group arrived at the library, it was almost like the air got heavier, colder... This tall slender figure was hiding in the shadows, covered with a long dark cape.

"She's here," Jace announced.

Brother Enoch turned around, lowering his hood, showing you his face. You shivered at the sight, his empty eye sockets, his mouth sewn shut with stitches... He looked like a skin-covered skeleton, but something about him was actually very intriguing, like a tragic beauty of gothic art and it made you want to draw him.

"Hello," you nodded, not knowing exactly what to do.

"y/n Winterburn," a deep voice echoed in your head.

"That's not my name, I'm not-"

"Yes you are, you just don't know it," it almost sounded like he was mocking you.

"Winterburn," Jace mused. "I think I've heard that name before."

You suddenly felt like a weight was pushing you down, like you were carrying the entire world on your shoulders. Your mind was being invaded, or better said, explored. You wanted to fight it, but you were completely helpless.

"What are you doing to her?" you heard Simon's voice, as he watched you fall to your knees and nearly faint.

"I'm okay, I'm fine," you rolled to your back as he ran to check on you.

"y/n Winterburn, daughter of Noah Winterburn and Deidra Winterburn," this time that voice echoed in everyone's mind.

"And why did they give her away?" Clary asked. "Where are they?"

"Why do you wanna know these things? Why does it matter?" you asked, genuinely offended. As far as you were concerned they were nothing, your real parents were in California.

"If there are two shadowhunters we could have on our side, that's something we need to know," Jace folded his arms. "And the Silent Brothers are archivists, they know everything about the shadowhunters."

"Noah and Deidra joined The Circle after the ascending, right as y/n was born, in Alicante. They fleed to California before The Clave put their punishments in place and gave the baby up, to keep her safe, away from Valentine and the shadow world," Brother Enoch said without opening his mouth.

"Yeah, that is all very nice, but they still abandoned me," you sneered.

"Knowing the story of the shadow world, I think you were better off without them," Clary held your hand.

"Are they alive?" Jace asked.

"I'm afraid they are not, they were killed by Valentine's followers for betraying their superior." 

"Thank you," Jace sighed. "Seems like you're all we have, y/n. You need to start your training immediately."

"Hold up, hold the fuck up!" you turned to him, that boy was charismatic as much as he was pretentious and self-righteous. "Who told you I'm joining your little group?"

"I don't think you have a choice, y/n..."

"I absolutely have a choice, I'm not fighting demons! Forget it, this is insanity! Let's go, Simon." 

"y/n, wait!" Clary followed as you left.

"It's okay, angel, are you feeling alright?" your boyfriend put his arm protectively around you. "Do you need me to carry you?"

"No, I'm okay..."

"y/n, please, we need you," the girl pleaded. "When I found out, I was reluctant too, but the world needed me. The world needs you too."

"The world doesn't need me, I'm an art history major who lives in a studio in Williamsburg, I'm not a shadowhunter!" you shouted. "My parents gave me away for a reason, they wanted me far away from this life, and so do I!" 

"I know you can be great, you have been drawing runes on yourself since you were a kid. That's not just child's play, you're powerful. Not to mention you're an amazing person, I know you wouldn't want our world to be in danger. You can't see it, but there are demons lurking everywhere, like parasites, I know you don't want this to happen."

"Clary, maybe we should give her some time..." Simon tried to intervene.

"Of course I don't want this world to be plagued with demons, who wants that?" you argued. "But I can't risk my life like this, what about my parents? My real parents, the ones who raised me?" 

"I imagine you'd wanna make the world a safer place for them..." she nearly whispered. "I know you do, actually, I feel like I knew you were coming into our lives. I told Simon he would eventually find the girl who would like him. I told him we were never supposed to be together, because I knew you would show up, I just didn't know it was... You."

"Wait," you stared between them agape. "Clary is the girl who broke your heart? I- I gotta go."

"Angel, wait for me!" he followed.

"No, I wanna be alone. And don't you dare look at me with your encanto or whatever, I need to think!"

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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Four (Harry Styles)

a/n: happy TLABL day!! can’t believe we are already on part 4! im not sure if part 5 will be the last part, im still very much writing the rest so we’ll see! thank you so much for all the love you’ve been showing the series, i love reading your reactions! feedback is very much appreciated this time as well!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

word count: 11k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

You wake up feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck or at least consumed a whole bottle of tequila. Your head is pounding and it’s probably with all the crying and stress, so you are quick to take some pills to ease the pain. Sitting on the edge of your bed you stare ahead of you blankly, trying to gain power to start the day.

Though today is Sunday, so you are not working, you’re still worried to face Harry after whatever it was that happened last night. What were you thinking, kissing your boss out of the blue? And what was he thinking kissing you for the second time? It kind of feels like a dream, but you know it really did happen.

You try to stay in your room as long as possible, avoiding to face Harry, but soon enough you can’t postpone it any longer, because you are starving. Peeking out of your room you hear voices coming from downstairs and as you reach the stairs you recognize not just Harry’s and Izzy’s voice, but Niall’s as well.

Arriving downstairs you see Niall and Izzy sitting on the stools at the kitchen island while Harry is cleaning the dishes after their breakfast probably. He is wearing a pair of light-washed jeans and a black hoodie, the sleeves bunched around his elbows. He looks so casual and yet just looking at him makes your heart skip a beat. You are in some big trouble.

Niall spots you first and he perks up waving in your way happily.

“Good morning, Y/N!” he beams, his accent sounds so comforting in such a stressful moment, for some reason.

“Hi, good morning,” you breathe out. Harry turns around, his eyes fall on you and a shiver runs down your spine. He just looked at you and you already want to run away and hide in your room a little longer.

“Morning,” he greets you with a nod before turning back to the sink to finish the dishes.

“Daddy and Uncle Niall are taking me to the park! We are picking Yara up too!” Izzy shares the news with you excitedly.

“Oh, that sounds great!” you smile at her, giving her cheek a gentle pinch before moving to the fridge.

“Do you want to come?” she invites you and your eyes immediately flicker over to Harry who looks at you the exact same time, making your stomach drop right away.

“Um, I have some work to do, maybe some other time,” you smile at Izzy, grabbing yourself a yoghurt and a banana before shutting the fridge closed.

“So how was yesterday?” Niall asks and you freeze. Does he know what happened? Did Harry tell him about last night?

Niall sees your frightened look to which he shoots you a confused one.

“The wedding, Harry told me earlier you had a wedding yesterday.”

“Oh, it went… fine,” you nod shortly, peeking at Harry who is now staring down at his feet awkwardly. This was starting to get painfully ridiculous, the two of you dancing around each other, pretending like you weren’t down each other’s throats just a few hours prior.

“Alright, let’s leave, we need to pick Yara up in twenty,” Harry claps his hands. Izzy jumps off the stool and takes Niall’s hand as they all head out of the house. “We’ll probably have lunch somewhere and then go grocery shopping, so we’ll be away for a while,” he informs you without looking your way before leaving without even waiting for any reaction from you.

Yeah, this was straight up the most awkward conversation you’ve had in a long time.

“Here, Izzy. Play some games on my phone!” Niall passes his phone to her with a sweet smile, but Harry smacks his bicep.

“What are you doing? She has enough screen time already!”

“Yeah, but I needed her to be busy so I can ask you what the fuck was that in the house.”

Harry curls his lips into his mouth, his eyes glued to the road ahead of him as he tries to come up with a good answer, but he knows he could never fool his best friend.

“Don’t stop, even if she is busy with the phone,” Harry scolds him, glancing at Izzy through the mirror, but she doesn’t seem to be listening to them. Niall rolls his eyes, but lets his words uncommented. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, you exactly know it. You and Y/N were like scared little bunnies around each other. She looked like she was about to faint any moment when you looked at her.”

“Maybe she was just tired,” he shrugs, but Niall laughs at his weak attempt to fool him.

“Now tell me the real reason, I know something happened.”

Harry chews on his bottom lip, debating whether he should come clean or not, but he knows Niall won’t leave him until he finally tells him so he is not left with many choices.

“We kissed.”

“What?!” Niall snaps, a little louder than Harry expected, his voice makes him flinch. “Sorry, that was a little too dramatic, but what the fuck? Why were you keeping this from me?!”

“Because I knew this is how you’d react,” Harry mumbles under his breath. “And… I don’t think it will ever happen again.”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole thing was a mess,” Harry sighs. “She came home late, pretty upset because she met with her ex at the wedding.”

“The one that cheated on her?”

“Mhm. The dude was an asshole and… she was crying in the kitchen when I came down. We sat on the couch, talked, I tried to calm her down and all that and then… she kissed me.”

“Wait, she kissed you? Wow, she’s got balls!” Niall laughs.

“Yeah, but it was, like, really short and she pulled back, shocked at herself for doing it. I think it was just all the emotions that got her a little confused. But then she tried to apologize and… and I kissed her.”

“What?! Oh my God!” Niall’s mind is blown and he doesn’t even tries to hide his excitement hearing the news about last night. “Was there tongue?”

“Jesus, Niall!” Harry scowls. “I’m not sharing the details with you.”

“Okay, but was it like a solid, short kiss or you guys went right at it?”

Harry doesn’t answer, but it tells enough about the situation and Niall can’t help but whistle as he claps his hands.

“Stop acting like a horny teenager, Niall,” Harry growls rolling his eyes at his friend.

“So you guys snogged, what’s the matter with that?”

“It got awkward. We just pulled back and I think we both were pretty shocked about it and… she just stood up and said that she is going to bed. End of story. And then you were there in the morning, so… yeah.”

“Tell me why the hell we are heading to a playdate then when you should be talking to her?” Niall asks, arching an eyebrow at Harry.

“There’s not much to talk about. It just happened in the heat of the moment, that’s all,” Harry shrugs, but deep down he knows it’s a blatant lie. At least on his side.

Unlike you, who fell asleep right away, Harry spent about an hour lying in his bed wide awake, not able to think about anything else but your lips on his. He replayed the whole thing in his head about a million times, he was starting to feel ashamed of it, but he just couldn’t stop.

Your abrupt leaving left him puzzled and he thought long and hard about why you felt the need to run away. The only thing that made sense to him is that you regretted it the moment it happened, that it really did just happen in the heat of the moment so Harry thought it’s best to act like it didn’t even happen.

“Please don’t be an ass and just… talk to her. We both know we can never know for sure what a woman thinks about. You can’t just assume and think that your assumption is one hundred percent right.”

“I find it funny that you’re such an expert in this stuff, but you haven’t had a stable relationship since like, we finished college,” Harry scoffs as he takes the corner and starts driving down the street to Yara’s moms’ house.

“Me not having a relationship doesn’t mean that I’m not good at them. It’s a choice,” Niall smirks.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“But back to the topic, you wanted to kiss her, right?”

“I mean, yeah? It kinda threw me off as well, but it was… nice.”

“Please don’t refer to a kiss as nice again,” Niall gags, but Harry just chuckles at him. “A kiss is hot, passionate, pant tighteni—“

“Okay, that’s enough!” Harry cuts him, earning a cackle from him.

“Just talk to her, don’t be a pussy.”

“I really do need better friends,” Harry mumbles under his breath as he pulls up to the driveway.

You really didn’t feel like staying home alone in that big ass house so you invited yourself over for an early dinner to your mom’s. You haven’t been over since the little fiasco with Trevor so you thought it might be a good idea to spend some time with them. Trevor said they’ve been trying to keep the fighting down to the minimum and not let it turn into a screaming match, so your speech worked after all.

It’s past three o’clock when you leave, no sign of Harry or Izzy and you feel like they won’t be back for a while either, so you lock everything up and head out.

You have a genuinely good time. It’s obvious that your mom feels guilty about her past behavior and is trying to lure you into forgiving her, though you already did that. But you’re happy your little speech worked. At least Trevor can have his peace now.

After dinner your mom disappears in her room and then returns with a nicely wrapped box and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Mom, I told you I don’t need gifts.” You give her a look. Your birthday is coming up next week, but you were never the kind to celebrate. You never felt comfortable with all the attention and fuss birthdays come with, so you’ve always liked to keep it down. These past years you didn’t even ask for anything, though your parents never listened and this year doesn’t seem like an exception either.

“Oh hush. You can’t expect me not to celebrate my baby!” she shakes her head, sitting back to the dining table. “And besides, I didn’t pay a dollar for it,” she then adds and now you’re curious what she got you.

Removing the lid of the box you peek inside and your lips immediately part as you see the stack of polaroids inside.

“I know how much you like old photos and when we sold Grandma’s house back in August, I found these in my old room. I got a polaroid camera for graduation, just in time to take tons of pictures of you,” she explains with a soft chuckle as you start going through the pictures from when you were born and the next few years. Whenever you are done looking at a photo you hand it to Trevor so he can take a look at them too.

“Are you sure you don’t want to keep these, mom?” you ask glancing up at her over the stack.

“I took out a few for myself,” she admits with a sneaky smile. “You can have the rest, I know how much you love these stuff.”

“Thank you, mom,” you smile at her, hugging her from the side, feeling touched by this gift.

It’s nearing eight when you arrive back home, the lights are still up and if you had to guess you’d say that Harry is trying to tire Izzy out enough to put to bed, as usual. Walking in, your guess is proven right, the TV is on in the living room while Harry is sitting on the couch, Izzy all over him in her pink pajamas, playing around with his hair like she always does.

“Hi Y/N!” she calls out happily when she spots you.

“Hi Sunshine, did you have a good time today?” you ask with a soft smile.

“I did! And guess what!”

“What?”

“Yara invited me over for a sleepover!” she beams, clearly ecstatic about the invitation.

“That’s amazing!”

“What’s that?” she curiously asks pointing at the gift box in your hands. Harry turns to see you, his eyes falling on the box as well.

“Oh, it’s a gift I got from my mom,” you explain, stepping closer.

“Is it your birthday?” she questions, knitting her eyebrows together.

“No, not yet. But it will be next week,” you admit with a soft chuckle.

“Really? Are you having a birthday party?” she gasps, getting way too excited already. Harry eyes you without a word, holding Izzy by her hips so she is not losing her balance standing on the cushion of the couch.

“I’m not, sorry. I don’t like having birthday parties,” you pout at her apologetically.

“Oh, okay. Can I see what you got from your mom?”

“Izzy, don’t be nosy,” Harry warns her, but you just smile at the curious girl.

“Sure,” you nod, joining them on the couch. You sit on the opposite end than where Harry is, Izzy in the middle as she watches the box in awe. You set it down to the cushion and take the lid off, revealing the stack of photos.

“What are these?”

“They are called polaroids. They are old pictures, taken with a special camera that kind of prints the picture out right away,” you explain to her as she takes the first photo from the top, a picture of your mom holding you as a newborn. She was so young, practically a child herself, yet her pride was undeniable, it shone all over her face.  You spot Harry looking at the picture as well over Izzy’s shoulder, still keeping his silence.

“Who are these people?”

“That’s my mom and that’s me as a baby. And… this is my dad,” you hold up another photo that features your dad.

“They really were young when they had you,” Harry speaks up for the first time, surprised by the photos.

“Yeah, they were.”

“What are you going to do with them?” Izzy questions, dropping the photo back into the box as she leans back to lie on Harry’s chest.

“Not sure yet. I might make an album from them,” you shrug. “I really like polaroids, I love that they are one of a kind.”

Izzy nods, though you’re not sure she understood what you meant by that. Fidgeting with her fingers she pushes down a yawn and Harry takes that as a good sign.

“Alright, time for bed, Love. Say good night to Y/N.” He picks her up as he stands from the couch. Izzy waves at you smiling with tired eyes.

“Night-night, Y/N,” she singsongs as Harry carries her towards the stairs.

Putting the pictures back into the box you head into your bedroom too, feeling like the time when you and Harry talk about what happened yesterday will never come. It’s pretty clear that he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, so you’ll just let it slip. It happened just in the heat of the moment, didn’t mean a thing, you better forget about it.

After a speedy shower you are getting ready to just go to bed, read some and have a relaxing evening, something you didn’t have the luck to have the day before. But right as you’re about to make yourself comfortable in bed, there’s a knock on your door.

“Hey,” you breathe out as you open it and find Harry standing in the hallway.

“I hope you weren’t sleeping already.”

“No. Come on in,” you invite him inside and he walks in. As he awkwardly stops in the middle of the room you realize he hasn’t even been in here since you’ve moved in. He takes a look around, examining what you’ve done with the room and you feel thankful you decided to put your laundry away just yesterday, so no dirty underwear is littering the floor anywhere.

“How can I help you?” you ask with a soft smile.

“I, erm… I just wanted to clear some things,” he starts, clearly feeling nervous about the conversation and that makes the two of you for sure. Nodding you let him know that you’re waiting for him to carry on. “What happened yesterday…” he starts and your breath gets caught in your throat. “You were very emotional, a lot happened and it was a very confusing moment probably for the both of us. I really like working with you, I’m very happy with the way you’ve been taking care of Izzy and I would hate to ruin it with anything.”

You can feel your stomach dropping even though you were bracing yourself for this version of the situation. It was very likely that Harry would want to keep things professional, like before, but it still makes you feel like shit.

“I’m sorry for stepping over some boundaries, but I really hope that… we can put it behind us and that we can move on.”

He is using his business tone. It’s the same tone he used with Sarah and his assistants and now he is using it to talk about the kiss that happened between the two of you.

“Sure,” you answer quietly nodding. “Moving on sounds… great,” you nod, forcing a smile to your face, but it couldn’t be more fake.

Harry nods as he runs his tongue over his lips, looking around a little awkwardly now that it’s been discussed.

“Alright, then… good night, Y/N,” he nods in your way before heading towards the door.

“Good night, Harry,” you mumble after him as he walks out and closes the door behind him.

As soon as you are on your own, you let out a shaky breath, falling to your bed, lips trembling as you try to even make out what you’re feeling. Because part of you is glad he didn’t make a fuss about it and you didn’t lose your job, that’s great news. But another part, which is vehemently bigger than the first one is upset and sad and… disappointed?

You were hoping it meant something for him, you wanted him to want it, to feel the same craving for you as you feel towards him, because you haven’t really stopped thinking about what his lips felt like against yours, what it was like when his fingers dug into your thigh, how it sent a shiver down your spine when his tongue met yours.

But this conversation just made it awfully clear that he wants nothing to do with you. And it hurts probably more than it should.

 Harry doesn’t get too far from your door when he feels the all too familiar pain in his chest he has been forced to live with these past over three years. It’s like something is gripping his heart and lungs in his chest so tight, even breathing is a hard task.

Rushing into his bedroom he closes the door behind him and slides down to the floor as the tears flood from his eyes. The past twenty-four hours have been rough on him, the guilt has been growing immensely since he let himself slip and give in for his desires and eventually kiss you.

It’s not that he didn’t want it. Because he’d be lying if he said it meant nothing to him and that he hasn’t been craving it these past weeks.

But his guilt, this evil little voice in the back of his head wouldn’t let him enjoy it even the slightest.

How dare you kiss another woman after your wife? Are you insane? You don’t deserve to feel this way with anyone else. Not when you were the reason your wife ended up dead!

Heartbreaking sobs escape from his chest as he pushes himself up from the floor and heads into the bathroom. He strips out of his clothes leaving them all in a pile on the marble tiled floor before he steps into the shower and lets the hot water pour down on him, almost burning his skin, but he doesn’t change the temperature, as if he was trying to punish himself. His salty tears mix with the water as he stands still, chest heaving as his vivid memories from that night come crashing down on him all at once.

“Are you giving me the silent treatment now? Really?” Harry sighed at his wife when she failed to answer his question about the whereabouts of his sweatpants. Maggie sat on the bed with the recent maternity book she’d been reading these past days, not even paying her husband a look at his question.

“Mags, for fuck’s sake, I’m not in the mood to play this game right now,” Harry sighed in defeat. Maggie looked up at him, closed the book slowly and put it aside to the bedside table.

“So the question of expanding our family is just a game to you?” she asked calmly, but her anger and disappointment in her husband was soaking through her tone.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“No, you are not talking about anything, because you refuse to have a fucking conversation with me!” she retorted, letting all her bottled up anger out that’d been boiling inside her.

“I already told you that I can’t think about having another baby right now. Izzy is only six, I’m in the middle of a huge project, I don’t have the capacity to think about having another baby, Maggie. I thought I made it clear, why are you still onto me then?”

“Because it’s not something we can put aside for too long! I don’t want to have another baby when I’m in my mid-thirties, but if we go with your plan, we won’t even have another one!” Maggie jumped to her feet, pacing the floor back and forth next to their bed as Harry stood with his hands on his hips, getting irritated that they were fighting over the same thing again.

“I never said we can’t have another baby, but why can’t we wait a little? When Izzy is older and more independent? Do you have any idea how hard it is to take care of a baby and a toddler? It’s a fucking nightmare!” Harry growled rolling his eyes.

“So our family is just a pain in the ass for you?” Maggie questioned, folding her arms on her chest and she was really getting on Harry’s nerves, twisting his words completely.

“That’s not what I said!” he snapped. “All I’m asking for is you to be a little patient and give me some time!”

“I don’t have time, Harry! I want it as soon as possible!”

“Why are you so fucking difficult?” Harry groaned, running his hands through his hair. “Why can’t you wait just… one year at least? Is that too much to ask?”

“And is it too much to ask to focus on your family? We are supposed to come first!” she turned it back around and Harry was not having the dirty games she was playing, putting all the blame on him when she could have been a little more understanding as well. He was feeling like his opinion was put aside and didn’t matter at all.

“You do come first, you don’t have the right to question that.” Harry pointed at Maggie, his blood practically boiling at this point.

“Then why do I feel like work is always more important to you?”

“What are you talking about? You know I’m home as much as I can, but we still need the fucking money, Maggie! Or how do you plan on paying the bills of this fucking mansion?!”

“I don’t need a mansion! I just need my family and that’s all!” she argued, but Harry rolled his eyes at her.

“Well you seem to enjoy this mansion a lot when you sit by the pool and watch movies in the fucking movie theater in your own home!” he snapped back feistily. “Stop acting like I don’t do shit for our family when I work my ass off to provide the best possible life. And all I’m asking for in return is some fucking time before we bring another baby into the picture!”

“You are so fucking unbelievable,” Maggie shook her head as she marched past him, walking away from the fight that just grinded his gears even more.

Just as Harry was about to go after her, he heard the faint crying through the baby monitor. Groaning he headed into Izzy’s room and as he took her out of her crib, he heard the front door open and shut.

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry, did we wake you up?” he cooed, hugging the crying little girl to his chest who clung onto him immediately. Even at such a young age, Izzy was already a daddy’s little girl.

Soon her cries died down to just little hiccups as Harry soothed her, patting her bum and back gently as he moved around the room. Holding Izzy in one arm he grabbed his phone with his free hand and typed a message to his wife.

Harry: Where did you go?!

Maggie: I’m going over to my sister’s. Don’t wait up, might get home late.

Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes. She called him out for running away from the conversation, but when they were finally talking about it she just decided to disappear when it didn’t head in the direction she wanted, seeking comfort at her sister, as always.

He managed to lull Izzy back to sleep, putting her back to her crib before going back to the bedroom. As time passed by and he calmed down more and more he wished Maggie was home so they could talk about it without jumping at each other’s throat. There had to be a compromising way to solve the situation that would be fine for the both of them.

Harry: Please come home and let’s talk about it.

Maggie: So you can bite my head off again?!

Harry: Mags, please. You have to understand my point of view too!

Maggie: I understand it, but I don’t agree with it. And you don’t seem to understand mine…

Harry: I do, but there are more things to consider. Please come home, I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone!

Maggie: Okay, I’m heading home now.

Harry put his phone down to the nightstand with a long sigh, already tired from everything that happened that day and he knew this conversation would be a hard one too, but they needed to be on the same page when it came to their family.

It was late getting late and Harry grew a little more restless with each passing moment. Paisley, Maggie’s sister lived about thirty minutes away from them and it’d been forty minutes since she sent her last text. At first he figured she maybe stayed and talked for a little longer with Paisley, or stopped for some fast food which he knew she liked so much whenever she was upset, but when an entire hour passed by he was getting worried.

He kept sending her texts that didn’t even get delivered and when he tried to call it went straight to her voicemail. Harry was losing his shit so he decided to call Paisley to see if she knew anything about her.

“She hasn’t arrived home yet?” she asked, clearly surprised.

“No, and she is not answering my calls and texts. When did she leave from yours?”

“A long time ago. Almost right away when you texted her to go home.”

“Fuck,” Harry breathed out, anxiously pacing the floor as he held the phone to his ear. “Okay, can you please call your parents in case she went there for whatever reason? I’ll try her friends.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me know if you got a hold of her,” Paisley told him before they ended the call.

Harry was scrolling through his contacts, trying to decide who Maggie would go to first in this situation and just as he was about to call the first person, his phone started ringing with an unknown number.

“Hello?” he answered the call unsurely, his heart beating fast in his chest as he stood in the middle of the room.

“Mr. Harry Styles?” a male voice asked on the other end.

“Yes, it’s me. Who am I speaking to?”

“I’m Officer Field speaking. You were listed as the emergency contact for your wife, Margaret Linn Styles.”

Blood rushed out of Harry’s face faster than he could even process what was happening. He stood completely frozen, his hands were getting clammy as he started sweating as if he just ran the marathon.

“What happened?” he asked weakly, barely even finding his own voice.

“Mr. Styles, I have bad news…”

Harry makes his way down to the entertainment room, walking like a zombie, only thinking about the bottle of vodka that sits in the minibar down there. Following his skin burning shower he tried to go to bed, but his head was starting to spin from everything that’s been swirling in his mind and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it if he didn’t numb himself somehow. Unfortunately, his only way of doing it has been drinking, nothing seemed to help him the way alcohol did and though he knew he should never solve any of his problems with drinking, he still couldn’t help himself sometimes. When the pain was growing immensely, taking over his whole body, he chose the easiest way to get rid of the guilt or at least stop himself from… feeling.

Grabbing the bottle from the mini fridge he snatches himself a glass as well, not drinking straight from the bottle at least, and plopping himself down to the couch he pours a generous glass, drinking it without any chaser.

He winces as the alcohol burns down his throat, but at least it’s a different kind of pain, that takes the focus away from the one he is feeling in his chest.

One glass chases the other and since he is not particularly used to the heavy drinking, he is more like the ‘let’s nurse this pint for an hour’ type of guy, the raw vodka kicks in pretty quickly.

 But he is not the only one who can’t fall asleep tonight.

You tried everything in your power to end your misery and finally fall asleep, but your mind and body was plotting against you and made you toss and turn until you couldn’t take it any longer. Making a good cup of tea seemed like a good idea, so you headed down the kitchen.

As you round the corner after the stairs and you’re about to walk into the kitchen, you notice how the lights are on down in the entertainment room. You stop in your tracks and try to think back if anyone was there before you went upstairs, but you don’t think it was the case.

You figure since there are only two adults living in the house, it must be Harry down there and right now, facing him doesn’t sound like a good idea, so you decide to leave him be, but that’s when you hear the voice of some kind of glass breaking, followed by a heavy accented cursing and it changes your mind right away.

“Harry?” you softly call out as you walk down the stairs, not sure what to expect down there. He is crouching down, his back in your direction as he is trying to get the pieces of the broken glass up from the floor, but he is too disoriented to succeed in the task and it’s obvious that an injury is deemed to happen sooner or later.

“Harry, you’re gonna cut yourself!” you warn him, and walking over to him you pull him up from his squatting position and when he looks at you is when you realize that he is drunk out of his mind.

“Y/N, oh shit, did I—Did I wake you up?” he slurs, knitting his eyebrows together as he tries to focus his vision on you.

“You didn’t, but let me just—Why don’t you sit down for a moment while I clean this up, huh?” you suggest, pulling him towards the couch, making him sit. He falls to the cushion like dead weight, letting out a tired sigh while you rush to get a broom and a dustpan to get rid of the broken glass on the floor as fast as possible before someone cuts themselves.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out closing his eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ll just clean it up quickly,” you assure him, getting down to business.

“Not about the g-glass. Well, about that as well…”

“Then why are you sorry?” you ask, as you sweep the shards onto the dustpan and throw them into the closest trashcan.

“About being… a pain in the ass,” he hiccups.

“You are not a pain in the ass,” you chuckle softly as you sit beside him.

“I am. I fucked things up,” he nods with a painful expression all over his handsome face.

“What do you mean?” You know you shouldn’t make him talk in this state, but you can’t help your curiosity. It seems like drunkenness makes his tongue run wild and you are desperate for the tiniest crumble of information about what’s going on in his head.

“I just… I kissed you,” he breathes out, his eyes popping open, but he is staring at the ceiling, not you.

“And?” you ask, trying to act cool, though your pulse is rapidly increasing.

“And I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh.” You lick your lips and try not to show how much that hurt. But even drunk, Harry notices the disappointment in your tone. His glassy eyes snap over to you and his face falls right away.

“That’s not how I mean it!” he gasps, reaching for your hand and you’re surprised by the sudden physical touch, but it feels kind of nice, so you let him hold your hand between his arm palms. “It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, because fucking hell, it was amazing!” he bluntly tells you and you can already feel the heat crawling up your neck.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Then why did you tell me all of that in my room just earlier now?”

Harry pulls his hands back and moves his arms across his face, covering his eyes as he slides down the couch, his legs spreading out in front of him. He lets out a shaky whimper and seeing him like this worries you a lot. Harry is always in control, he has never let him fall apart like this before.

“Because… I don’t deserve to feel this way,” he confesses, confusing you even more. What is he talking about?

“Why wouldn’t you?”

He shakes his head under his arms, biting into his bottom lip as he inhales deeply, like he is trying to keep something inside, something you shouldn’t know about, but now you are desperate to find it out.

“I’m a fucking mess,” he breathes out, letting his arms fall to his sides, but he keeps his eyes closed, shutting you out in a way. “I don’t deserve to have these feelings,” he repeats again and it appears he is more likely talking to himself, rather than to you.

“Harry, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you, because if I did, you’d never be able to look at me again.”

Now he is crying. Tears are rolling down his cheeks and his lips are trembling and you’ve never seen him in such a vulnerable state and quite frankly, it scares you. You knew him to be a strong and stable man, but now he resembles a frightened little boy, so lost in this big world.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not that bad, Harry.”

“It is,” he winces, as if it’s causing him physical pain to even talk about it.

“Harry…” You breathe out and moving closer you place a hand on his knee, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He turns to face you, his eyes all watered and glistening, he looks so heartbroken, it almost pains you as well.

“Promise me you won’t see me as a monster,” he whispers.

“I-I promise,” you nod, already bearing yourself for the worst, judging from the look on his face.

Taking a deep breath he looks around, as if he is making sure no one else is listening. Then his eyes fall down to his hands in his lap, he fidgets with his fingers, his tongue running along his pink lips before he takes a deep breath and speaks up again.

“Maggie’s death… It was all my fault. I fucking… killed my own wife.”

His voice dies down at the end of the sentence, staring into the void, completely zoned out as you sit beside him, shocked at his words. This was not exactly what you were expecting him to say. Harry starts sobbing again, the hot tears running down his cheeks as he starts crying and panic sets in you. He is so out of his own world, you have no idea what’s happening to him. Rushing over to the mini fridge, you grab a water for him, thinking it might help him at least after all the alcohol he has consumed.

“Here, drink some water,” you softly tell him, taking the cap off as you hand him the bottle. He takes it with a shaky hand and raising it to his trembling lips he takes a few small sips. “Harry, what do you mean it was your fault?” you ask, knowing well you probably shouldn’t push it, but you can’t just ignore what he said.

“Exactly what I said,” he sobs shaking his head vigorously. “It was all my fault, I was a fucking coward and that’s why she died! I could have stopped her! I should have gone after her!”

He is not answering you, not entirely. He is speaking thoughts that have been planted in his head a long time ago and they seem to be on repeat whenever he is feeling down. As much as you want to get more details out of him, he needs to rest, especially because he is working in the morning.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed, H,” you tell him as you stand up and reach out for him to help him to his unsteady feet. It turns out to be a little harder than you expected, but you manage to get him up from his sitting position, and throwing one of his arms over your shoulders you start to walk him up towards his bedroom.

“You fucking hate me now, don’t you?” he slurs, his other hand reaching out towards the wall to steady himself a little more.

“I don’t hate you, Harry.”

“But you think I’m a monster, right?”

“I’m not sure I know enough to think anything about you. This is a conversation we should have when you’re sober,” you suggest and he huffs.

“M’sorry for getting drunk in the middle of the night.”

“It’s alright. But I think you’ll have a mean headache in the morning,” you tease him as you finally reach the upstairs and head down the hallway towards his room.

“You’re a fucking angel, Y/N. You know that?” He just keeps talking and talking and you find it funny how different he is from his reserved and quiet self in this state.

“Am I?”

“Yeah. You are. You are so good to my daughter and to me as well… I really don’t get why your fucker ex cheated on you,” he huffs and you can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips. “What was his name? Kyle?”

“Keith,” you correct him.

“That fucker, Keith!” he spats making you laugh as you push his bedroom’s door open and walk him inside finally. “I bet he had a small dick.”

“Why does that matter,” you chuckle, making him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Because guys with small dicks are always out of touch with themselves. They think they are just better than everyone for some reason.”

“Do you have any scientific research to prove that?” you tease him as you push him down, tugging him under the covers, like a little kid.

“No, I just… know shit,” he sighs, his eyes falling closed the moment his head rests on the pillow.

“Alright. You can tell me more about what else you know when you’re sober. Now get some sleep, because you have work in the morning.”

You make sure he lies on his side as he hums his response. Reaching down you brush his messy curls out of his forehead as he breathes out harshly through his nose, probably about to fall asleep any moment.

Tapping on the screen of his phone on the nightstand you make sure that he has set up his alarm and you see the little alarm clock icon at the top bar so you are just about to walk out when you turn back around.

Seeing how he pushed so many things down inside of him, you’re not convinced he’ll be willing to give you the answers you are looking for. You’re afraid he might talk himself out and give you some kind of bullshit answer, so reaching for his phone you sneakily take his thumb and open the device, all whilst he doesn’t even move an inch.

Scrolling through his contacts you find Niall’s number and send it over to yourself before deleting the message so you leave no trail behind. You set the phone back to his nightstand and head out finally, going to bed as well, right after sending Niall a quick message.

Y/N: Hi! It’s Y/N, I got your number from Harry’s phone. Can you come by sometime tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something.

When you come down in the morning it’s pretty obvious that even though Harry had his alarm on, he snoozed one too many times and now he is in a rush, trying to get everything done and leave on time.

“Good morning,” you greet him and Izzy upon walking into the kitchen. Harry’s head snaps up from the half-made breakfast in front of him and judging by his expression, he more or less remembers what happened last night. “Rough morning?” you ask teasing him to ease the tension.

“Uh, yeah. Woke up a little late,” he nods, finishing up Izzy’s sandwich just the way she likes, without the crust on before handing it over to her. Izzy grabs the plate and marches over to the dining table, quietly munching on her food while Harry quickly tries to make himself a coffee, but he is a hot mess, still in his night clothes when he is supposed to leave in about ten minutes.

“I’ll make you the coffee, go and get changed,” you offer, taking over the machine.

“Oh, thank you,” he nods and for a change, he doesn’t try to argue with you, he just disappears upstairs.

You make his coffee just as he likes and leave it on the counter for him before joining Izzy at the table with your own breakfast. She is babbling about how excited she is for her piano lesson today, because she’s been practicing a lot lately. When Harry appears again he is dressed for work, but still looks a little disoriented.

“Hey,” you softly say as you join him in the kitchen.

“Hey, thank you for the coffee,” he nods, moving around the kitchen.

“No problem. How are you feeling?” you ask, hoping you’re not crossing any boundaries. Harry opens his mouth to answer, but then closes, probably not sure how much he should share, though he didn’t have too much problem with that last night.

“I’m… A little hangover, but I’m… fine,” he nods shortly. “Y/N, about last night, I—“

“We can talk about it later, okay? Don’t stress about it.” You give him a reassuring smile and you can tell he is sort of relieved he doesn’t have to have this conversation right in this moment.

“Thank you.”

“No worries. And I’ll clean up in the kitchen, don’t be late,” you smile at him warmly. You can tell he wants to protest, but he also knows he is running late so he doesn’t have much choice.

“Thank you, I’ll… see you later.”

Storming over to Izzy he presses a kiss to her forehead before grabbing all his stuff and leaving.

Niall texts you back not long after breakfast that he is free to drop by when Izzy is having her piano lesson. You carry on with the morning as usual, trying your best not to dwell on everything that happened last night.

Just as Rosaline and Izzy get settled for the lesson you hear a car pulling up outside and a few moments later the doorbell rings through the house.

“Let’s get one thing straight, is it a booty call?” Niall questions right away as you let him inside.

“It’s good to see you again,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him.

“So no sex is gonna be involved?” he smirks and you know he is just teasing you.

“No, sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, you can never disappoint me, darling,” he winks at you before walking into the kitchen to serve himself a drink. “So why did you need to see me so desperately?”

“Well, I know I shouldn’t be discussing this with you first, but I feel like I need to know some basic information that Harry might not give me so I thought you could help me out.” Niall nods as he pours himself some soda and joins you at the kitchen island, sitting on the stool next to you. “I uhh—I need to ask how much Harry shared with you about… about me—and, um what—“

“Save the stuttering, I know you two kissed,” Niall cuts you off and you breathe out in relief that you don’t have to be the one breaking him the news.

“Oh, okay,” you nod with an awkward smile. “Yeah, so that happened. And last night he and I had this conversation how we should just keep our relationship professional and all that. We both went our own way but then later I found Harry down in the entertainment room, drunk and basically having a meltdown of some sort.”

“How drunk was he?” Niall asks, knitting his eyebrows together.

“Pretty drunk. He broke a glass and he was… crying and talking about a lot of stuff.” Niall takes your words in as he inhales deeply, just nodding for you to continue. “He started telling me how sorry he was for fucking things up and he was a mess, like a huge fucking mess. Then he told me about how he shouldn’t be feeling the way he does, because he doesn’t deserve it…”

“Jesus…” Niall shakes his head, probably already knowing where this is heading.

“And then he told me that his wife’s death was his fault. That was… pretty intense.”

“I can imagine.”

“I know I have to talk to him about it, but I’m really afraid he might shake it off, but it seems like he is having some serious issues and I wouldn’t want things to get out of hands. That’s why I thought I would talk to you, maybe you know what to do or how to approach him with such a sensitive subject.”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s nice of you for being so considerate,” Niall nods, scratching his chin. “Alright, I’ll tell you what I know, but please also let him tell you if he decides to share it with you.” You nod and turn all your attention to him. “I didn’t find this out until about two months after Maggie’s death, but apparently, the night she died they had a fight. Maggie had been nagging Harry to have another baby, but he wanted to wait a little longer, until Izzy is older so they don’t have two babies at the same time. Harry said they had another big fight about it, said some pretty nasty things to each other before Maggie just stormed out to go over to her sister’s. She made it there, but… never made it back home.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of how devastating it must have been, losing your partner after an intense fight without ever making up.

“Understandably, Harry completely lost his shit. For weeks he was barely functioning and we all knew he was grieving, but we didn’t know that he was blaming himself for what happened. When he wasn’t getting any better we somehow convinced him to go to therapy which luckily helped him immensely, but he stopped going a while ago. I thought he got things straight in his head about this whole Maggie situation, but I guess he is still hung up on that.”

“What about the drinking, did that happen a lot?”

“Not that I know of. I mean, yeah, he got wasted quite a few times, but only at the beginning. I don’t think you should be afraid that he might turn into an alcoholic. I think he is just really struggling right now because of the conflict he is having because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Yeah, he is clearly very confused about his feelings for you and he has convinced himself he shouldn’t feel this way towards anyone ever, but then you came,” he chuckles softly giving you a knowing look.

“Niall, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” you breathe out, worry and fear slowly taking over your judgment.

“First and foremost just… be patient with him, okay? This is genuinely the first time he has taken an interest in anyone since Maggie and I think he has already taken some big steps, which is a good sign. Try to talk to him and be open, but don’t push him. I know it can be really annoying when he keeps things, but let him tell you everything at his own pace.”

You nod, understanding the importance of not rushing Harry into anything. Just because you want to get over the awkwardness of the current situation, you can’t push him over his own boundaries.

“Okay, I’ll try to do that,” you nod taking a deep breath. “Thank you, Niall.”

“Oh, and don’t let him give you the ‘you work for me, we shouldn’t be doing this’ bullshit alright? He’ll try to make it out to be some kind of business, but it’s not. He needs to get himself out there and I genuinely think you’re the right person to help him with that.”

His words touch you and you’re not even sure how to react. Niall is clearly someone who stands close to Harry and if he thinks that you and him should give it a try, that must mean something. You can only hope that Harry will come around and think the same at one point.

Izzy gets a little fussy by the end of the day and it takes a lot of persuading to get her to bed in the evening. Harry arrived back home on his usual time and because it’s been such a hot day outside, he took her out to the pool. The problem with that is that Izzy never wants to get out of the water, so when Harry said it’s time for dinner she threw a bit of a tantrum as Harry brought her inside and her mood didn’t get any better later either.

You spent most of your night in the living room just watching TV and working on your laptop, updating your schedule for the upcoming weeks and doing some editing. Harry stays upstairs with Izzy for a long time when her bedtime comes and you figure she is still a little moody, but then you eventually hear his footsteps approaching. Harry pads his way into the living room and joins you on the couch. When you glance over at him you know he is trying to find a way to start the conversation you both know you need to have, so you put your laptop aside and turn your attention towards him.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry about last night. I’m honestly so terribly ashamed you had to… see me like that,” he starts, clearly nervous to bring it all up.

“It’s fine, happens to everyone,” you assure him and it’s the genuine truth.

“It’s not a regular occurrence, really. I usually know my limits and try to stay within them. I’m really sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“Harry, don’t worry about it,” you tell him again with a warm smile. “We can get past it. I think what we really should talk about is… what you said. Do you remember what we talked about?” you carefully ask.

“I do…” he nods, awkward diverting his eyes away from you. “I’m sorry I told you all that in that state, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to just pour it all on you so suddenly.”

“It’s alright.” “No, it’s not,” he protests shaking his head. “I dropped a bomb on you because I couldn’t deal with my own problems the right way, and it’s not okay. So please, just… accept my apology.”

“Okay, I accept it,” you nod.

“And about the whole thing with… What I told you about Maggie…”

“Just know that you don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. I’m happy to listen whenever you are ready to, but I’m not trying to push you.”

“I know and thank you for that, but I feel like… I owe you an explanation,” he admits and you nod, happy that he is willing to talk instead of closing himself off entirely. “The day Maggie died, we got into this huge fight and she ran off to her sister. It was… a whole mess, we both said things we clearly didn’t mean and I texted her, tried to get her to come home so we could talk things out. That’s when… she was on her way home when it happened and… I still feel like it was my fault.” His voice dies down at the end, just like it did last night when he was talking about her. It clearly left a deep scar on him that’s still not entirely healed and you can’t blame him.

“Everyone keeps telling me that it wasn’t, that it was just all one big coincidence, but all I can think about is that she would still be here if we didn’t get into the fight and I didn’t piss her off so much she felt the need to leave.”

“There was no way for you to see what would happen, Harry. It’s not like you did it on purpose, you had no power over the drunk driver or where Maggie chose to drive home. It really was a coincidence.”

“I know, I mean… I understand, but somehow, my mind keeps telling me that it was my fault.”

“Have you thought about… getting professional help?” you ask, trying to be polite and cautious on the topic.

“Actually, I just called my therapist today to see if… she can fit me in for some sessions,” he admits and you’re surprised at how great he is dealing with the matter. “I feel like I might need some guidance again, before things get out of my hands.”

“That’s great! It really is good to go a bit ahead of problems.”

“Yeah. About us…” he exhales nervously, his eyes meeting yours and you can tell this is the part that’s got him the most anxious. You take this as your queue to take over the conversation.

“Harry, I’m going to be honest with you,” you start and he nods, chewing on his bottom lip. “I… I have feelings for you. You haven’t been the only one making realizations,” you add with a soft chuckle, that brings a smile to his lips as well. “I know that the situation is not quite ideal, but it’s not impossible. But I just want you to be honest with me, do you have feelings for me?”

The conflict is clearer than daylight in his eyes as he is trying to figure out what to say and you really hope he isn’t gonna try to mask his feelings.

“I do,” he then admits and it’s like a giant rock has been lifted off your chest and shoulders. “It’s just… I’m not sure how to deal with it.”

“That’s alright,” you tell him. “Let’s just… take it slow. We’re not in a rush, we obviously have a lot to figure out and that’s completely fine. The pace is completely up to you, I know that you need to get a lot of things straight in your head and I can wait, okay? I’m not going anywhere, I really like where we are now and… I just hope that we can move this forward whenever you feel comfortable with it.”

Harry stares back at you for a moment like you’re some alien creature. Like what you just said wasn’t normal or even human and that’s quite heartbreaking, because somewhere along the way he managed to convince himself that he is not worthy of the most basic decency.

“I-I can’t ask you to wait around while I figure my shit out, that’s not—“

“You’re not asking me, Harry,” you smile at him softly. “This is my decision.”

His eyes are shifting between yours and he is most likely looking for any sign of doubt or qualm, but there’s none, you genuinely meant everything you said.

“So, where does this leave us?” he then asks and you shrug your shoulders.

“Everything goes on like it used to and… whenever you are ready to take a step, just… let me know.”

You can tell he is filled with questions, but he just nods with a weak smile and leaves it at that. This will be a bumpy ride, but at least you are more or less on the same page now.

You haven’t been a big fan of birthday celebrations. You just never understood the big fuss about it, throwing a party for surviving another year? Seems a little weird. This is why you never treated this day any different.

The morning starts off as usual, only that you wake up to a few texts from friends and family, wishing you a happy birthday. Your mom has sent you a whole damn paragraph about how you made her life complete and it wouldn’t be the same without you in it. She does that every time, gets a little too sentimental about it, but you guess it’s because it reminds her of getting old herself as well, which is a sensitive topic in her book these days.

It’s a Sunday, so a day off for you. Coming downstairs you find Izzy and Harry sitting at the dining table, already having their breakfast as usual, but when she sees you, she jumps in her seat in excitement.

“Good morning, Y/N!” she beams with a wide smile, buzzing more than she usually does.

“Morning, Sunshine. Slept well?” you ask as you pour yourself some cereal and join them at the table. Izzy nods and then peeks at her father as if she is trying to hide something with him from you.

“Daddy, can we do it now?” she asks in a whisper, but it’s not quiet enough for you to not hear it.

Your eyes lock with Harry’s over the table and the butterflies in your stomach start dancing around right away when you see the tiny smirk tugging on his lips.

It’s been almost an entire week since your conversation with him and things finally seem to get in place for now. Harry had his first session with his therapist on Wednesday and though you can tell he is still trying to find his own boundaries, he doesn’t worry as much about the situation as he probably did before. He isn’t walking on eggshells around you, unsure how to act. More or less it’s the same as it was before the kiss, but there are tiny little things that still make it different. Stolen glances, lingering touches and sweet smiles are making your days more colorful now and it’s gotten you all giddy and… happy.

“What are you two plotting, huh?” you ask, pointing at them with your spoon before digging into the cereal. Izzy glances at Harry one last time and when he nods shortly, she turns to you and throws her arms in the air.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” she cheers as Harry reaches over to the chair next to him and pulls up a box from under the table, handing it over to Izzy so she could give it to you. “This is for you!”

“You shouldn’t have gotten me anything!” you gasp, truly surprised by the gift. You were not expecting it at all.

“It’s not a birthday without gifts!” she giggles excitedly as she hands the box over. You push your cereal bowl to the side and set the gift to the table in front of you. “Open it!” she urges you, her little hands curled into fists as she watches your every move, as if it was her who just got a present.

Your eyes meet Harry’s green ones over the table once more and he is watching you with a small smile, probably enjoying that he could surprise you.

You pull on the bow on the top and then carefully take the wrapping paper off until the box is revealed underneath and you gas as soon as you realize what this is.

“Oh my God!” you breathe out in disbelief as you take a better look at the gift. Harry didn’t just get you something, he actually listened to what you were saying and remembered that you’re a big fan of oldschool cameras and you have a special love for polaroids. And now, in front of you in the box is your very own polaroid camera, something you’ve been really wanting to buy for yourself for a long time, but you just never got around to actually do it.

“Do you like it? Daddy said you’d really like it!” Izzy asks with big eyes, watching your reaction.

“Oh, I love it!” you breathe out, feeling all mushy and melted from the gesture. Izzy climbs over to your lap, hugging your neck. You wrap your arms around her in a bone crushing hug and you’re so thankful for having them both in your life.

Izzy sits on your lap as you get the camera out of the box and figure out how to work it. She then hops off your lap and poses for the first ever picture taken with your new favorite camera.

“But it’s blank!” she furrows her eyebrows when the photo comes out.

“Because you have to wait for it to develop. It’ll show up in a few minutes,” you smile, setting the photo down on the table.

Izzy sits in her seat, excitedly waiting for the photo to develop and in the meanwhile you join Harry in the kitchen where he is washing the dishes. He spots you and turns the tap off, turning to face you as he dries his hands off.

“You shouldn’t have gotten me anything,” you tell him softly, but really feel touched by the gesture.

“No, but I wanted to. Do you really like it?”

“I love it!” you chuckle in disbelief. How could he think you wouldn’t like it?!

You move forward, aiming for a hug out of instinct but then stop yourself, not wanting to cross any boundaries, but Harry notices the motion and for your surprise, he wraps you in a warm hug on his own. You melt against his hard chest, your nose buried into his shoulder as your arms circle around his waist.

When you lean back, you both keep your arms around each other, eyes meeting and you realize just how close you are to each other. Without even knowing, your gaze flickers down to his lips and you’re dying to kiss him, to feel them again, but you don’t move, wanting to keep your word about letting him set the pace.

But what you didn’t expect is Harry leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet, innocent kiss. It’s so different from the last time, that was a hot mess, but this one… this is light as a feather but still makes your stomach somersault as you taste his lips, cupping his face in your hands.

“Daddy! I’m thirsty!” Izzy calls out from outside and it kind of ends the moment. Harry pulls back and when you look at him you see that his eyes are still closed. They flutter open a moment later, finding your gaze and you look for any kind of regret or fear in them, but they are nothing but shiny.

“Just a moment, baby!” he answers her, a small smile tugging on his lips as he leans down and pecks the corner of your mouth again before his hands fall from your waist. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” he breathes out before grabbing a bottled water and heading back to Izzy.

You bring your fingertips to your tingling lips as you take a moment to really process what just happened and you can’t push down the smile that spreads across your face. Harry finally took the first step and now you can’t wait to see what’s coming next.

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[summerbummin]

Headcanons about Apollo and his former lovers from TOA

Naomi Solace 🎤

-Her and Apollo met when she was singing at a dive bar, he bought her a drink and they had a whirlwind summer fling

-They loved hitting up karaoke bars together and wowing everyone with their singing talent

-She really liked Apollo’s car and they’d did a lot of things in there (including conceiving Will lmao)

-One time when they were making out Naomi climbed into Apollo’s seat and her butt accidentally hit the steering wheel and HOOONK

-They jolted in surprise, then delved into hysterics, anything they had going on dying down as they laid their heads against each other’s shoulders and laughed so hard their ribs hurt, until Apollo suggested they used the back seat and things got going again lol

-Once Naomi said Jesus Christ in like response to smth, Apollo replied actually I’m Phoebus Apollo and Naomi was like what? And Apollo was like whaaaaat and Naomi just moved on bc she had other things to deal with lol

-Apollo ended up saying goodbye and leaving at the end of summer and a few weeks after he left Naomi realized she was pregnant and was like well shit

-She’s from the south and people there can be p judgmental about pregnancies outside of marriage, but Naomi never let them get her down, she actually met this great support group of women who helped her out and are still good friends even now

-Apollo eased her labor pains when she was giving birth to Will (and that’s why the kid has such good medical powers), but Apollo disguised himself as a nurse, not wanting to stress her out because the ex who she thought had no idea abt the baby was here, with her, holding her hand while she was gave birth

-Naomi brings Will up with love and kindness and she just wants the best for her sweet boy, but she gets concerned when Will talks about some weird things he saw at school and he gets pegged as the “weird kid” and is picked on by his classmates as a result

-Naomi would’ve fought those kids but Will told her it was fine, mama! His stuffed animals were his friends

-Will loved those stuffed animals and got really attached to them, so Naomi taught him how to sow them up when they started fraying and that’s the first thing that made Will want to be a doctor (when Will told his siblings this story they started calling him Doc McStuffins lol)

-Apollo didn’t tell Naomi he was a god and she didn’t find out until Apollo sent a satyr to bring Will to camp once he was old enough

-Realizing she had a fling with a greek god was a bit of a shock but Naomi dealt with it gracefully and gave Will the biggest hug before he left, making him promise to be safe and write to her as soon as he got to camp

-Naomi’s career as a country alt singer got a lot more successful after her whole thing with Apollo because he put a blessing on her, her voice was beautiful she just needed help getting noticed so Apollo nudged some influential people in the music industry towards her on his way out (he kinda felt bad about leaving so abruptly, even if it was just a fling, he tries to make it up to his ex-lovers with things like this)

-Naomi actually ends up writing a sad country love song about Apollo after he left, she titled it Suburn, not knowing how fitting the title is until years later, it becomes one of her most popular songs

-Naomi travels a lot for her career, touring around Texas and some nearby states, and that’s why Will stays at camp year round, but they write to each other frequently and love each other sm

-Naomi doesn’t date much since she’s always busy with her career and traveling, she’s just not ready to settle down yet, she’s happy living as a free spirit and a single mom with a wonderful son

-Naomi is 100% supportive of Will’s sexuality and loves Nico to bits (Nico is a little awkward around her at first bc he’s not used to affection lol)

-She tells Nico stories abt Will when he was a kid, whipping out photo albums and everything and Will is like mom s t a h p ur embarrassing me in front of my bf and Nico is reveling in how red his face gets

Latricia Lake 🎶

-she met Apollo when he was posing as a street performer for fun on the streets of the college town she worked in

-she put a tip in his guitar case and complimented his playing and his voice, Apollo was pleased by this and complimented her in turn, saying she must know her music which made Latricia laugh because she is a professor

-the two of them hit it off and start dating, spending hours talking about music

-being the god of music, Apollo could tell when people really loved music, feeling loved in return, and Latricia was one of those people

-being a college professor, Latricia was a bit older than Apollo’s usual lovers (she’s like in her mid to late 20s) and Apollo looks like 21, so he jokingly starts calling her a cougar just to tease her (when he’s so full of shit bc he’s over 3 thousand years older than her)

-Apollo attended some of her lectures, watching from the back of the room and her students were like ooh who’s that hot guy and she was like my bf and their jaws dropped bc daaamn ms lake way to go (Apollo found those reactions very amusing lol)

-There are many times when Latricia considers smacking that smug smirk off Apollo’s face, but she refrains and smacks his ass instead

-Apollo claims Latricia only loves him for his pancakes bc he made them for her the morning after their first time as a way to get her to keep him around lol (and it worked a little too well)

-When Latricia got pregnant Apollo told her who/what he really was and that was a bit too much for Latricia so they stopped dating but Apollo gave her the briefing about demigod children, powers, monsters, camp half blood, etc before he left

-One day when her sitter had to cancel on her she brought Austin to her class and all the college kids thought he was so cute that Latricia started bringing him around more often, Austin was just a baby but she could tell he loved the attention by the way he was gurgling lol (like father like son)

-Latricia is p busy since she’s a professor but she always makes time for her son and she has been teaching Austin about music since he was a kid, he grew up surrounded by it and that’s why he loves it sm (that and being a son of Apollo)

-On his 10th birthday there was a really nice new saxophone with a ribbon at the foot of his bed (a gift from Apollo) Austin always thought his mom bought it for him and Latricia just didn’t correct him

-Latricia sent Austin to camp half blood when he told her he saw a monster at school, he was only 11 but Latricia would rather be safe then sorry

-Latricia actually met someone while Austin was at his first year of camp, Austin was a little unsure around the guy at first but more out of awkwardness than anything the guy was lacking

-Austin and him bonded over “being boys” as Latricia put it (they blew up hot dogs in the microwave together) and the man soon had her son’s stamp of approval

-They ended up getting married the next year and Austin played the saxophone at their wedding

-Latricia was the first subscriber to his YouTube channel and showed all her coworkers and students her son’s videos, she’s a proud mama

Darren Knowles 🏹

-gay (obviously)

-he loves the outdoors and the crisp cold weather of Canada

-met Apollo when he saw him checking out the flier he had pinned up advertising his archery classes, Darren asked if he was gonna join and Apollo not so subtly checked Darren out over his sunglasses and was like well now I’m def joining

-Darren lowkey thought Apollo was a dumb American tourist at first and Apollo keeps telling him he’s not American and Darren is like uh huh

-Apollo is such a flirt during class and actually misses a few shots bc he too busy staring at Darren lol, but that does give the opportunity for Darren to come and “correct” his stance

-Darren is determined to be a professional with his students but he ends up caving because Apollo is just,, so cute

-Then when they start going on actual dates he finds out Apollo isn’t some dumb blond and is actually really intelligent and educated and Darren is like oh no my weakness, guys who are goofs but not dumb and also hot (Apollo be checking all of his boxes lol)

-Apollo told Darren he was a god while drunk off his ass one night and Darren didn’t believe a fucking word, Apollo just rolled with the drunken nonsense thing the next morning and didn’t tell Darren again (until Kayla)

-Darren lives alone but he’s always wanted a family, he was kicked out by his parents for being gay and he knows if he was a parent he would never treat his child like that, he’d love them unconditionally like his parents should’ve loved him

-Apollo magically created a child for Darren after the man confessed to him how much he wanted a kid of his own

-Darren was happy but like really confused because h... how? And Apollo is just like magic~ which explains fuck all

-Apollo tells him he has to leave now, he was having to leave soon anyway because of some trouble brewing back in America, but that he wanted to do this one last thing for Darren before he left

-he tells him to have take care raising the baby and to send her to cbh’s address when she starts attracting monsters, then poofs away, leaving Darren with a baby in his arms and wondering what the hell just happened

-Darren does raise Kayla with love and care just as he said he would, she grows up hiking through the woods with her dad and learning archery along with other wilderness skills (Artemis would really like her)

-Kayla has her aspirations for the Olympics pretty early on and Darren admires his daughter’s ambition, at first he thinks it’s just her being a kid but then later on as she keeps getting better and better he’s like damn she might actually be able to do it

-But then ofc monsters come and Darren drives her down to New York, lying through his teeth to the border guy who surprisingly lets him through without a problem (Apollo may have insured that but shhh)

-Darren sees her off at the barrier of Thalia’s pine tree and they say goodbye with a hug that lifts Kayla off her feet, there’s promises to write and reminders to practice her archery and take care of her bow and such before Kayla is escorted into camp by some other campers

-Darren managed to keep a hold of himself while saying goodbye but as soon as he’s back in the car he’s fucking bawling, all the way back to Canada because he’s gonna miss his little girl sm

-Darren has had some boyfriends but a lot of them end up jetting as soon as he tells them he has a kid ripp

-He does eventually land a good man and they’re going strong, even when Kayla, who was like 10 at the time, threatened to shoot him in the nads if he hurt her dad

-Darren and shows up to every archery match Kayla has in the future and promises to be there cheering for her with a big ass sign that says THATS MY DAUGHTER when she eventually reaches the Olympics

Bonus!

Georgina’s Mom 🎨

-She was an art student in community college

-She was on her own because her parents refused to support her “unrealistic” career choice

-She met Apollo at a party at some college dorm and they both got super smashed bc college parties be like that

-They had a one night stand that both of them mostly forgot about in favor of their hangovers the next morning

-until Hello!! You have a kid!

-She is most likely dead given that Georgina was led to the waystation by a ghost

-But Georgina has two new mommies now who love her very much (and an awkward dad)

[butwhyduh]

Hi! Can I request 'First Apartment' with Tim Drake? Like maybe be and reader are trying to get it on while moving but bat family appears because the want to help and/or see theirs new place? Whatever floats your boat rly. Just plz can I have some Tim content :)?

I love our boy Timbo 💕

Warning:smut, bra ripped

The keys entering the door and turning the lock sounded heavenly. It felt like freedom and ownership. As Tim gently turned the handle, he stopped in front of you. You looked at him a little confused.

“What?” You asked and he gave you a shy smile as he shoved the keys in his pocket.

“Hold on,” he grabbed behind your knees and back to pick you up bridal style. You grabbed at his arm.

“Tim!” You yelped and he laughed before walking you into the room sitting you down on your feet inside.

“I’d lay you on furniture but they’re kinda hard to get to,” he admitted. Boxes made a maze to the couch and chair. The apartment was way nicer than anything you’d ever considered but it wasn’t surprising that Tim Drake-Wayne could afford a fancy place. A nice penthouse apartment in a relatively safe area of town had a drop level living room, open airy stainless steal kitchen and a giant master bedroom with a walk in shower and jacuzzi.

“We’ll get to work on that tomorrow. Look at the view,” you said looking at the dying light of a sunset. The city of Gotham almost looked hopeful in the amber light. Tim wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his body warmth and smell his soft cologne. You felt secure.

“I’m glad you like it. The view really sold me on the place,” he said in your ear. He swayed you both side to side. Of course he had many strategic reasons for the place including security and privacy. There had been a whole spreadsheet to his decision. He hadn’t stressed you about the 25 places he inspected but showed 3 equally perfect choices.

“And I thought it was the easy commute to your work and my university,” you quipped.

“That’s a bonus. But the fact that I can stand in my living room without my brothers interrupting us right now is pretty nice too,” he said with a kiss to your neck.

“Definitely a bonus. It’s like they knew when we were kissing. Every time,” you said leaning your head back to expose your neck more. Tim hummed in agreement against your skin. His lips pressed soft kisses along your skin. His fingers slid up your shirt to make circles on your stomach. You gasped and grabbed his hair as he nipped a sensitive spot on your collar.

The door bell rang. Tim groaned before walking to the door. He opened it to see Barbara and Dick standing at the door, Dick’s hand was casually thrown over her shoulder. They looked like a pair of models and must be very conspicuous when seen together. Dick offered Tim a bottle of wine. “Hey Timbo, we thought we’d come congratulate you guys. Hey Y/n,” He waved. You nodded back.

“Do you both want to come in?” Tim offered, always a gentleman. Dick walked in and looked around. Barbara gave you a light hug before coming in.

“Look at the view! This is a little nicer than my first place in Bludhaven,” Dick laughed. Tim sat the wine on the counter.

“Your first place in Bludhaven was terrifying. I could smell the crime walking in. You didn’t have to travel far for patrol,” Barbara laughed.

“It was a nice place on a rookie cop pay,” he defended himself. Barbara rolled her eyes.

“This place will be cute when it’s fixed up,” Barbara said. While Dick was looking at the place, Barbara took a look at you and Tim. Tim’s hair was messy and cheeks and lips pink. You looked similarly flushed.

“Dickie, let’s give them space. They’ll probably want to start unpacking,” Barbara said. She gave him a wink. Dick looked confused for a second before it clicked.

“Yeah, we can visit again later,” Dick said with a little smile as he walked to the door. “Congrats on the place. And don’t forget protection,” he said quickly before he and Barbara left. Tim flushed a deep red.

“Well at least they left,” you said grinning. Tim rolled his eyes. “And wine!”

“Yeah. I mean, we’re 19 and a cop gave us wine but it’s nice,” Tim said walking over to you again. “But I’d rather tap something else instead of that bottle,” he muttered under his breath.

You gasped and giggled. “Tell me what you really want, Timmy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. His blue eyes were always so intense that sometimes you could see him thinking. Tim’s big brain always took your breath away when he’d finally tell you what he was thinking.

“You’re happy right? Psychologically, moving is the 3rd most stressful life event most people have, statistically,” he said quietly. He looked at you like you were the sun. He held your waist gently and your faces were only a few inches from each other.

“I’m very happy. You make me so happy,” you said softly. He relaxed visibly and kissed you gently. Tim reached a hand up to caress your cheek. He pulled back a fraction.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Tim said. His face searched yours for a reaction. You shyly smiled and leaned up to catch his lips. He held the back of your neck and waist tightly as he deepened the slow kiss. It was not rushed or in lust. It felt like he wanted you to feel appreciated and treasured.

“TT. Father, we should have waited another day to visit. Though luck because leaving the door unlocked was an ill advised choice, Drake,” droned the younger Wayne brother. You pulled away from Tim and looked to see Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne standing in the doorway. Bruce had the slightest upturn of his lips. Tim glared at Damian.

“Knocking works. And the door bell,” Tim said.

“I was testing your security system. Everything appears functional except human error of an unlocked door. You should take mind of that particularly as your partner is insufficient at self defense,” Damian stated looking around. You gave Damian a mirthless smile.

“Damian,” Bruce said and the boy quieted. “This is a good apartment. I designed it myself some time ago. The sunset through the full window was a design feature. I hope you both enjoy it.���

“Thanks, Bruce,” Tim said rubbing his neck, knowing that was basically a hug and love you from a non-emotionally constipated parent.

“It’s really nice, Mr Wayne. I didn’t know you did architecture,” you said watching Damian who was now inspecting the wall and window seals.

“Occasionally I have spent time personally designing certain buildings. Especially when I plan to give them to one of my boys. This is yours, Tim. The name transfers to yours on Monday,” Bruce said walking around the room and purposefully not looking at Tim. You looked at him in shock.

“The whole building,” you asked faintly.

“Yes. Tim is an adult. I built this as an investment piece. We can talk revenue stream and care on Monday but I assure you that it is quite profitable. I’ve done this for each of my boys as they’ve moved out as adults. Dick has a building downtown and Jason insisted on an entire block in the Narrows that is now a non-profit clinic and homeless shelter. I have others for my other children as well,” Bruce said.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Tim said and he gave Bruce a half hug.

“Of course, as the blood son I get the manor,” Damian said with a smirk.

“You’re the blood son? Never heard that one,” Tim said rolling his eyes.

“In many years. I’m still using the manor, Damian,” Bruce said and you swore you saw him rolling his eyes at Tim.

“You can still use it as long as you want. It will just be in my name at the earliest convenience,” Damian started. Bruce laughed.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “Let’s get going. They probably want to be alone in their new apartment.”

Damian gave a look. “Lock the door, Drake. No point in top point Wayne security if you leave the door open.”

“Yeah I know,” Tim said with a fake smile.

“Thanks for stopping by!” You called after them. Damian locked the door on the way out.

“Finally!” Tim said. You laughed. “Where were we earlier?” He pulled you into a deep kiss and any questions you had about owning a freaking building was lost. He grabbed at your hips and pulled you tight. You moaned as he nipped at your neck. Tim pushed you against the island in the kitchen. He slid his hands underneath your sweater before turning you away from him. You were bent at the waist over the counter.

“Timmy,” you breathed as he kissed your neck and palmed your breasts under your sweater. He hummed against your skin while grinding on your ass.

“Woah, Timbers,” came a voice from the bedroom. You yelped. Jason and one of his outlaw friends stood in the doorway. Tim quickly pulled his hands from in your shirt and pulled the fabric down. He didn’t let you go as he had a massive erection by this point but he basically covered your body with his arms, the best he could. You turned and buried your head in his neck. It was one thing to be seen kissing and another groping over a kitchen counter.

“What the fuck, Todd,” Tim asked mentally planning to change all locks and updating security. He glared at his brother.

“Just thought I’d bring over a housewarming gift,” Jason said with a 6 pack of beer in his hand. His friend showed off another pack and a bag of chips. “We’ll leave and come back another time,” he said with a big grin. Tim noticed that they didn’t leave the food or drink but instead went back to the secondary elevator in the bathroom. “I’ll lock this for you. Don’t forget protection,” Jason said with a wink.

“Bye,” Tim said forcefully. Jason and his friend laughed and left via the elevator. “I’m checking every lock in here.”

He walked around the apartment, checking every lock just as he promised. He came back to you with a look of hunger in his eyes. Tim roughly kisses you before all but pushing you to the bedroom where he pressed you on the bed.

“Oof,” you made the soft sound as you bounced on the mattress. Before you could get your barings, Tim kissed at your neck. Normal you’d complain about him marking you so roughly but the sensation was amazing. He quickly threw off your shirt and continued marking down your chest. His fingers fiddled with the strap of your bra before just ripping the thin fabric.

“Timothy!” You gasped. He grinned up at you before taking your nipple in his mouth. You moaned and grabbed at his hair. You pulled at his tie and dress shirt. Tim pulled away and quickly shoved them off. He might have even popped a button or two. You ran your hands along his bare chest feelings the muscles underneath. He unbuttoned and with a hook, yanked both your pants and underwear off in a smooth movement. You gasped at his eagerness. He never acted this way.

Tim hand slid up your thighs to play with your folds as he kissed you. You all but panted against his lips. You pulled at his belt and he leaned away for a second to roughly shove his pants and boxers down his legs.

“Where are the condoms?” He said, palming himself.

“No need. Birth control,” you answered and he groaned with a look similar to pain. Tim climbed over you again. He sunk in slowly.

“Holy shit you’re wet,” he said. You really were but the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without a condom had more to do with it. Tim grabbed your hips to ground himself.

“Please... move,” you whined. He started slowly. It was agonizing on your end. Tim reached between your legs to rub your clit. He wasn’t going to last long but he’d was damned if he didn’t want you to finish first. After getting his baring, he started moving faster.

The sounds you made were magical and it sped him faster and harder. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly kissed you deeply. His tongue possessive lay swept in your mouth. Tim could feel you tightening around him and your sounds growing louder. You weren’t going to last long. You clenched around him tightly in release. He grunted and thrust roughly before cumming. He moved through both of your highs before stopping.

Tim’s forehead rested on yours and his weight laid on your body. You could feel his heart pounding roughly. “Tim, you’re heavy,” you protested. He rolled off to beside you.

Tim pulled you on his chest and kissed your lips gently. “I’m so glad you moved in with me. Our place.”

You smiled and stared at his perfectly blue eyes. “Our place,” you said kissing his cheek.

[peralta-guaranteed]

Jake and Amy single parents AU.

Pretty please! :))

oh! Oh, I strangely love this one!

- Amy is a police-widow with little Mac (no, Teddy was not the father, it was a non-canon detective), while Jake is at the better end of a really messy divorce from Sofia, who very quickly handed over all alimony of Maya to him to focus on her career.

-Amy tries her best to juggle the newly single parent life with her full-time position running a bookshop, while Jake is not too happy about having to bring Maya in to the precinct all the time, but it can’t be helped (and Scully makes a surprisingly good babysitter). The squad’s had his back through the entire break-up, and they all love his little girl to bits, so at least she won’t be missing the family aspect in her life - and will always have an amazing female role model in her Auntie Rosa, who’s already planning to teach her Spanish just so she can trashtalk her dad with her without Jake knowing

- Mac + Maya meet at daycare and absolutely hit it off, despite the age difference of two years. Mac has apparently seen another curly headed toddler and immediately decided to brother the sh*t out of her. He takes her along to all his games and helps her pick colours for her pictures and shares his apple slices with her in exchange for a bit of sandwich (which is much nicer anyway).

- the daycare workers absolutely adore the little duo, and can’t help remarking how much they look like siblings anyway. So of course Jake has to meet the mom of the adorable little boy who always bring his daughter over to him for pickup by holding her hand.

- he’s a bit afraid of having to deal with the usual “Aw they’re little boyfriend and girlfriend” comments he’s expecting, but obviously Amy is having none of that. Instead, she tells him how glad she is that Mac has found a little friend to protect. “He’s always trying to protect everyone so much, ever since his dad... well...”

- (Jake knew, distantly, that she was the widow of one of his colleagues from another precinct, but apart from the usual condolences they’d all sent it had never really registered in his mind that there was a wife and a child left behind.)

- “Oh well Maya is so happy too. She’s a bit shy and scared at the moment, so having a big friend help her get out of her shell is great. Your little boy is a sweetheart, too.”

- Amy smiles at him, and he’s pretty sure his heart should not be doing what it’s doing, so he beats it down and tries his best to ignore it. Which is hard, because she smiles at him a lot in the coming months when they meet up for playdates, Mac over excited to show Maya all his favourite spots at the park or the coolest fish at the aquarium.

- Jake moans during one of their meet-ups about a case that has been dragging on forever and is going to need an allnighter to finally be solved, and his partner Boyle is really trying his best alone, but he’s the primary on it and- it feels great to talk about it with someone who understands, outside of his squad, even if Amy sometimes nods with the saddest look on her face when he mentions parts of his job. But she offers him last minute babysitting if he ever needs it, considering her job finishes promptly at 5pm each day, and he can’t help but take her offer when another case hits that needs him on a stake out at 10pm.

- so Maya gets a lovely sleepover with Mac, and Amy gets the biggest box of her favourite pralines as a thank you, because Jake has never, not once, given Maya to a babysitter to go to his job without feeling remorse and guilt, not even his own mom, but he had to deal with none of that when Maya gladly ran up the stairs to Amy’s place where Mac was already shouting her name.

- needless to say that Amy and Jake become the great friends they always are over time. He brings coffee and muffins to their park playdates, and she brings over frozen meals from Mac’s abuela for kid movie marathons at Jake’s place. They know each other’s schedules to help out with the kids, Jake has convinced everyone in his friend group and workplace to only buy books at her store from now on, and Amy is already planning the christmas gift she needs to pack for Maya and her daddy.

- it would be a nice, supportive friendship of equals, and a good help in their single parent life, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jake realised about three playdates in that he was falling for Amy faster than a shooting star. It took her a little longer, but realisation hit when she was packing Mac’s lunchbox, her own lunchbox, and Maya’s lunchbox too after a sleepover, and subconsciously already wanted to bag up a fourth set of sandwiches with some gummy bears and a soda thrown in for good measure.

- Rosa tells him to ‘grow a pair and ask her out, she sounds perfect for both you and Maya’ when Jake confides in her. And that is rare praise coming from Diaz, because no one is good enough for Maya in her eyes, sometimes not even Jake himself. But he can’t take advantage of Amy’s friendship like that, not when it risks losing both her and Mac for Maya... and there is always the underlying fear that Maya will bond with a new woman in her life and be left behind yet again if they don’t work out, just like with her mom, whose biggest contribution to her life since the divorce has been the alimony payments each month.

- Kylie, meanwhile, warns Amy not to risk too much when she confides in her. She sadly remembers the many days she had to spend at her friend-coworker’s side after the funeral, cleaning out half of a closet and half of a shared home, basically. She’d been hoping that Amy would find love again, maybe in a few years time, but when she heard the news about her ‘great new friend’ being a detective himself, her heart dropped because she knew what that might be heading towards, and Amy very much shares her fears. She’d vowed to an absolute ‘no cops’ rule for her planned restart of dating in two years, perfectly scheduled with Mac’s start of school.

- as it is, both of them dance around their emotions in a perfectly synchronised waltz while still getting closer and closer as friends and parents, to the point that the daycare workers don’t even bat an eye anymore when Amy brings both Mac and Maya in, or when Jake picks both of them up into his arms with an excited ‘ready for ice cream and games?!’ before they meet up with Amy for a Coney Island afternoon.

- until one day, when the daycare offers a ‘star gazing sleep over’ event after the story of the stars and night sky was the theme of the week, and it falls right on the day Amy and Jake were planning to take the kids to a movie. “We could still go.” Jake mumbles while Maya runs into the daycare center, not shy at all anymore, and Mac follows her. “You want to go see Paddington’s Big Adventure... without the kids?” Amy jokes, but he looks so serious. “No, of course not, but I mean - we - uh - we both got the evening off now, don’t we? I told my captain I won’t be in no matter what. Seems like a waste of time just going home. We could see that period drama you talked about, that will definitely get an Oscar?”

- Amy hesitates only for a second, but they do go. They watch the drama that Jake has to admit is pretty damn good for a movie where nothing explodes or is set on fire, and that praise does not only come from the fact that Amy grabbed his hand with a gasp during a particularly emotional scene, and then kind of forgot to let go afterwards.

- but then the movie ends and Jake still doesn’t want to go home. Neither does Amy, apparently, because she offers up an ‘amazing 24h diner’ around the corner for some late night snacks, during which they laugh and flick chocolate chips at each other and end up blushing like mad when the waitress comments on what a ‘cute couple’ they are.

- he walks her to her front door, and they both kinda don’t know what to do as they say goodbye, because this kind of date night should usually end on a kiss, but it wasn’t really a date, was it, they would’ve taken the kids along if it hadn’t been for the day care event, and-

- “Ames, I’m - this is terrifying, but I think I’ll hate myself even more for not ever saying anything - and, and, I kind of, maybe, I think you might also-” She takes his hand again, a lot softer than she did in the cinema. “I think this is the kind of talk that needs a coffee and a good couch.”

- That’s how they end up at her place that Jake already knows so well from bringing Maya over, from the perfectly styled bookcases down to the absolute mess of a playroom that is Mac’s kingdom. They both grip their coffee cups tightly as they talk it all out, about what they’re afraid of, what they would risk if they gave ‘them’ a try.

- “I wouldn’t ever want to put Mac through losing another cop-dad even if it wasn’t from work, and I won’t let Maya lose another mom.” “Me neither. And I promised Mac I’d never forget his papa, but... I can clearly see him love his new daddy, too. He already looks up to you so much. He wants a flannel shirt for christmas.” “Maya introduced you as Mama Amy to one of my aunties. Which was quite a thing to explain.” Amy laughs, and then smiles at him, and his heart does that thing again, like it has been doing for months now, but this time he doesn’t beat it down. This time he lets it lead him to lean in for the most careful kiss, a kiss that Amy gladly returns, just as carefully.

- they agree to take things slow, be mindful, not drop it on the kids immediately or rush into things from the pressure of friends or family.

- and then three months later Amy finds the perfect apartment for the four of them, and Jake aks Gina and Rosa for ring preferences and proposal tips, and ‘slow and mindful’ has flown out the window the second Maya brought home a picture she did with Mac at daycare showing their little ‘family’ before Amy or Jake had even talked to them about their possible dating.

- Maya grows up with her Mama teaching her Spanish along with Auntie Rosa, and an abuela and abuelo who love to spoil her with Cuban sweets just as much as her big brother. Mac gets to ride along in his Daddy’s police car sometimes, and hears stories about his brave Papa from his colleagues. His auntie Gina is so proud of him for taking care of his little sister the way she took care of her little brother too. And Jake gets to see Amy smile all the time now, and knows it’s him and their kids that is making her smile so much.

[kasienda]

thanks for tagging me in the WIP ask game! i'm still working on my own post, but in the meantime: celebrity status? 👀

This story is basically Marinette having to deal with being a celebrity. She's constantly hounded by fans and reporters wanting pictures or quotes, and it's making it harder for her to find safe places to transform and her parents are constantly frustrated/worried with her for being late or absent to things. On a bad day, she snaps at an akuma victim, and even though she immediately apologizes her snapping is the thing that's all over the internet. She goes to Adrien for help with her PR problem, and they get close. And things improve for her... until someone snaps a picture of Ladybug and Adrien making out. And then to protect him, she kinda throws her own reputation to media wolves. ...

Preview:

"Thank you, Chaton. I never know what to say to reporters. You’re a lifesaver."

"I'm always at your service, my lady." He said with his trademark grin and a two fingered salute.

They were about to part when his cat ears swiveled. So weird!

"We have picked up an extra tail," he pointed with his eyes. She glanced and saw their stalkers.

"Thanks for the intel. I'll be careful."

He waved her good-bye and they took off in opposite directions. Unfortunately, this meant she couldn't go straight home, which is what she wanted more than anything. She just wanted to curl up into a bath.

Her earrings beeped. Three minutes.

Some quick yo-yoing spiderman swings meant that her tail on foot or in a car would never be able to follow her, but she had to always set off in a different direction. She couldn't be seen always headed towards the same neighborhood day after day.

Another beep. Two minutes.

She had lost her tail. But she was in the wrong part of the city - the buildings here were huge overflowing mansions, with wide open spaces. She needed an oasis.

She turned a corner and suddenly knew exactly where she was. She turned toward the Agreste mansion. Adrien had a window open and everything.

Beep. One minute.

She didn't think about it, just quickly dove towards the potential haven. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than throwing herself at the mercy of some stranger. Hopefully, if she didn't quite make it she'd be able to trust Adrien not to look.

She landed on the smooth marble floor with a thud.

"Ladybug?" surprised green eyes greeted her.

"I'm about to time out," she stated without preamble.

He pointed to his bathroom. She had barely closed the door, when her transformation dissolved, and an exhausted Tikki fell into her hands. She let herself release a sigh of relief. That had been far too close.

"Uh... Ladybug? Are you okay?"

She suddenly realized where she was and exactly who was on the other side of that door. Heat flooded her cheeks.

"I-I'm fine," perhaps she should explain. She opened her purse, only to find it cookie-less. She cursed.

"You sure you're okay? Can I get you anything?"

"Ummm... Do you have any cookies? Or sweets?"

"Cookies? That's not fair..." his words faded into dissatisfied mumbling.

"Y-yeah. Cookies. Is that okay?"

"Just a second!"

His footsteps faded for a second. Only to return a few seconds later. He tapped on the door. And she started.

She opened the door a crack. And his hand slipped in, holding out the treat.

"You're in luck! My diet usually prohibits sweets. But my friend, Nino, occasionally hooks me up with some black market macarons from the best bakery in all of Paris."

Tikki inhaled the pale sandwich cookie in one bite. Before giving Marinette a nod.

"Spots on," and in a flash she felt the rush of Ladybug's power flow over her, somehow making her both less and more anxious. She opened the door.

"I'm sorry for stealing your rare treat. I promise I will make it up to you."

He waved away her concern. "Don't worry about it. I'm always willing to make a sacrifice or two for my favorite superhero."

"Me? I'm your favorite?" she asked, heat blooming under her mask.

"No competition!"

"T-thank you."

They stared at each other awkwardly, before looking away.

"Uhh... Do you mind if I lay low here for a bit? I was trying to lose a reporter who was following me. I'm confident they lost track of me by the time I ducked into your room, but I'm worried they'll keep combing the neighborhood for a while."

"You don't have to explain. I completely understand," his eyes were so soft. Green like a meadow in the spring.

She was struck by his sincerity. Of course, as a celebrity he probably had a lot of experience with dealing with the press. And she let herself relax.

"My room is your room!" he gestured grandly for her to take in the whole area.

She giggled. "I don’t know if this actually counts as a room," she commented, taking in everything from the grand piano to the foosball table to the rock climbing wall to the arcade. "It's more like an amusement park."

Adrien shrugged, some of the brightness in his eyes fading a bit. "My father tries to make sure I never have to want for anything."

"Do you not like it?"

He shrugged again. "It's pretty cool, but what’s the point if there's no one to share any of it with?"

She took another look around. With that context the room felt positively cavernous.

“Sounds lonely.”

He ducked into her line of sight, a smile stretched across his face. “I don’t have to be lonely today. You’re here.”

She blushed, and offered him a shy smile.

“So, what’s it like being a superhero?” he asked.

He was obviously trying to change the subject. She allowed it.

"Flying over rooftops is pretty cool. Constant life or death situations are stressful. What’s it like being a supermodel?"

He laughed. "Lots of responsibilities. Very little freedom."

"Sounds boring."

"Yeah."

"Let's do something fun then."

...

"Why did you come here?" Adrien asked, pulling out a passionfruit macaron from her gift box.

“I may have heard that you were grounded for defending me on the Ladyblog. And wanted to come cheer you up!”

He smiled. “Mission successful then!”

"And uh... this may sound stupid... but I also need some advice."

"Advice? On being a superhero?" Adrien asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"On how to deal with being famous,” Ladybug said.

"So... why'd you pick me?"

"Umm... you're the only famous person I know?" Which wasn’t strictly true, but Jagged Stone wasn’t going to give good advice. And it’s not like Ladybug knew Jagged. Marinette did.

"Glad you think so highly of me..."

"I-I didn't mean it like that! I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you!"

[cherriesradio]

Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 2 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640893672076001280/class-1-a-relationship-headcanons

Part 1 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mezou Shouji

Best hugs ever

I mean what else is he gonna do with all those arms? Fight villains?

Y/n is the only one who can call him by his first name

Shouji is super tall and y/n just calls him “Mezou McTallMan”

He has like 5 million IQ and plays chess with y/n and they just sit their feelin stupid cause they keep losing

Shouji and Tokoyami are best friends and then when him and y/n get together all three of them are best friends and it’s adorable

Y/n never really cared about the mask but was like “hey you don’t need to take it off if you don’t wanna”

And it melted Shouji’s heart that they were fine with it

Thier hair is always ruffled because of how much he messes with it

They just don’t bother anymore

He doesn’t like getting to much attention so for events they have little at home/ in the dorm party’s with just a few other kids

He 100% takes advantage of how scary he can look

If someone is trying to get at y/n he will look at them with the most haunting glare in the world

(*cough* Mineta *cough* *cough*)

Kyouka Jirou

Rockin out to rock but also crappy 2000’s pop music at three am

Jirou will just be sitting beside y/n as they mess with her lobes

Y/n is as much as a crackhead as the rest of the Bakusquad so they all get along great

Bakugo has almost stabbed both of them for kissing in public and being affectionate in public

Coming back to the dorms all sweaty from going to a concert and jumping around for four hours straight

Has the hardest time trying to teach y/n how to play everything because it hurt their ~delicate fingers~

Leaning on each other’s backs and listening to music sharing ear buds 😫

Getting records and hanging them on each other’s walls and painting them if they don’t like the songs 💜

She has a ton of vintage art/ band hoodies and they just share them at some point because they keep stealing them from each other

Going to the arcade with Denki and Kirishima and whoever else wants to come

Y/n always says Jirou has a “out shine the stars smile” and she becomes a blushing mess every time

She’s not very good at comforting :(

She tries tho

She’s great honestly

Hanta Sero

He asks y/n if he annoys them and y/n legit feels so bad like “I love u so much don’t you dare think that>:(“

He likes saving up for dates and going to fancy restaurants and stuff but he’s fine with small inexpensive dates

They’ve gone to sixflags at least ten times and they have definitely broke a whole ride from messing around with his tape

That couple where even before they were dating they were dating

Jokingly kissing each others hand/ cheeks, cuddling up to each other, always asking if the other was going somewhere too, that kinda stuff

Hammock cuddles

I think you understand

Prank war in the whole dorm and y/n and Sero are the kings (or queens) (or non-binary royalty) of it

Bakugo has declared war on them multiple times but never goes on it because of how hard they go

Everyone has said it, you know it

Spider man kisses

He has almost passes out from the blood rushing to his head before

if Mineta walks up to y/n from behind he will tape him up and they can’t have a normal conversation without Sero glaring at him

So many inside jokes

Once y/n put his hair in a bun or something and he was like :0 “oh my god there’s a world without hair in ur face”

Sometimes either of them will sneak in the others dorm in the morning before they wake up and put sunglass on them or draw on their face

“This reminds me of u” insert simp meme

This boy will make sure y/n is always holding his werid long lanky hands

They teach Todoroki what “Yeet” means and now they all use it all the time unironically

Fumikage Tokoyami

👏head 👏scratchys 👏

Y/n has to get him a nightlight so Dark Shadow doesn’t go wild in the middle of the night

Huge edge lord y/n is his only soft spot

Watch dumb vampire movies

They binged all the Twilight movies in one night and everyone makes fun of them for kinda unironiclly liking it

I know Halloween is only really a american thing but they 100% have Halloween party’s at the dorms

They’d set up the whole thing

Y/n gets him black nail polish and skull rings and edgy everything

He has a box that takes up like half his closet of just gifts from y/n

He doesn’t do gifts as much as just spending time with y/n

He does love the gifts tho

Give each other plenty of space

Just say “hey I wanna be alone for a bit” and he’ll be gone in a second

He’s always the little spoons cause he’s scared of peaking their eyes out accidentally

They didn’t keep the relationship a secret they just aren’t very physically affectionate to each other

So one day Shouji is like “oh are you crushing on y/n? Like you are really nice to them and they give you stuff”

And he sits there like “dude we’ve been together for months how do you not know”

And then they are like maybe we should announce it just to make sure? So they do that and the whole class is in shock that they were together for so long and no one noticed

Jokingly calls Tokoyami “Emo Peacock” 

You can’t tell me they try to do the Waltz as a joke but get really into it and do it whenever they hear any music now

Jirou could literally be playing hard core rock or heavy metal and they’ll be doing the waltz to it

Dark Shadow low key feels like a third wheel sometimes but then y/n give him a tight hug and he feels appreciated

Shouto Todoroki

Feeding the simps

So ya know that thing in the notes app where you can share notes? Yeah they share one of those where they list things they hate about Endeavor and after a month they are already on a thousand

Just sit in the same room

Could be doing anything not even envolving the other but it’s nice just to have the other there

Protecting the girls from Mineta together ❤️👏👏

at first it honestly just seemed like they were really good friends because they kept it a secret (mostly cause if it got out to the public Endeavor would find out and probably try to break them up)

Even in private they would just kiss the others cheek or forehead and hold hands and that’s the only difference

He talks to his mother about y/n a lot and she is so excited to meet y/n

She has really high expectations just because of how good they sound but does take in that Shouto is literally in love with them, he’s gonna have slight rose tinted glasses

Yeah their just as good as Todoroki made them out to be

When he told y/n about his childhood (endeavor, his mom, his scar, Dabi…) y/n cried because they felt so bad and cuddled him all day trying to help any way they could

They totally made him go to therapy 😌

Has a written down list of thing they said they like so he can get them one if they feel down

He has literally bought them a cat when they were feeling really down and y/n had to explain that he can’t just go and buy a cat when their feeling bad

They keep it tho don’t worry

He’ll turn off the air conditioning when he wants y/n’s affection

They’ll just come running at him and tackle him so he can warm them up/ cool them down

Expect goodnight texts

Make custom memes about how bad of a parent Endearvor is

Legit the start of Todoroki crushing on them overhearing them tell a friend that they don’t think Endearvor is a good hero/ deserves to be number 1

Once asked All Might to adopt Todoroki (I mean he thought about it for a second before Aizawa told him no)

Todoroki let’s y/n cook stuff on his left side

Deku will just wake up in the morning smelling eggs and think someone’s cooking but find y/n cracking eggs onto Todoroki’s left side

[heecyon]

Enhypen Little Angels Series: A Small Friend

warnings: grammar mistakes (as always lol)

this was supposed to be posted two weeks ago. I'm sorry for the delay

word count: 1,612

Lee Heeseung:

The small family entered the pet shop, making the bell in the door go'ding' as they passed by. The cashier greeted them as Seojoon ran to see all the pets in the place.

“Papa! Look how adorable they are!” Joonie exclaimed and then Heeseung went to his side to check out all the things his kid was so excited about.

“Do you like this one, Joonie?” Heeseung pointed out a small yorkie terrier in front of him.

“Or what about this one?” Mina pointed out a small Maltese puppy.

The couple noticed that their son wouldn't respond to their questions. “Joonie?”

They got closed to their son who was happily seeing a beautiful dark brown coat ferret.

“Mommy, Papa... He's really cute.” He said putting his hand inside the environment the ferret was in and passed his hand through it's soft hair.

“How do you know it's a he?”

“I can tell.” Seojoon was hypnotized by the small ferret, it was like he had found a new friend.

Heeseung went to the cashier and asked for all the procedures to adopt the small cutie.

“What are you going to name him buddy?” Heeseung played with Joon's hair.

“Kirby!”

They both looked at him at him cutely.

“Kirby? Where did you get that name?” Mina laughed a little.

“I dunno? I just thought it was cute.”

Park Jongseong

The sound of the front door opening and closing caught the attention of both Bella and Mila. The little girl ran to the the living room seeing her father putting his backpack down on the floor.

“Papa!” She ran to hug Jay with a wide smile, then he carried her in his hip.

“Hi baby! Did you miss me? How was school?” He said kissing Mila's cheeks.

“It was good, mommy and I baked brownies after school and they are delicious!” She said kissing two of her fingers which made Jay laugh.

“I'm pretty sure you were a good cook today, so I brought you a gift.” With his free hand he grabbed a small gift box with a white covering and a gold coloured ribbon.

“Hi love, what's that?”

Jay placed Mila down ontu the floor, and then grabbed a bouquet of peonies handing it to Bella, making her smile.

“Tell me we didn't forget an special occasion?”

“Nope, I'm just spoiling my princess and my queen. Do you want to open your gift, angel?” Mills nodded excitedly opening her gift just to find a cute baby pomeranian in the box inside the box.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked at her father with happiness and took the puppy in her hands.

“Papa he's adorable! Thank you!” Mills embraced the puppy in a delicate way.

“What are you going to name him?” Jay said as he saw the glow in his daughter's face.

“I'll call him... Prince!” She gave the puppy a kiss on his head.

“Why Prince?”

“Because if you are a king, mommy is a queen and I'm a beautiful princess, then his a handsome prince.” Bella and Jay smiled widely.

Shim Jaeyun

“There are so many puppies!”

Jacob exclaimed as the newborn puppies layed close to Layla, getting comforted by her fur.

“Can we keep them all?” He looked at Jake with his cute puppy eyes and pouted cutely to convince his father.

Jake got on his knees and played with his son's hair.

“Well, we promised Beomgyu and Yeonjun to give them some puppies, we also promised your mommy's sister to give her a puppy too, so we can only keep one.”

“Aw!”

“Don't be sad kiddo, they are all going to have a beautiful home with a loving family.” Jake kept playing with Jacob's hair.

“But I want to keep them all for myself.” The little boy pouted, and a few tears threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Jake looked at Layla and her puppies and smiled before looking down at his son who was a sad mess.

“What if you pick one puppy now and name them? Wouldn't you like that?”

“Yeah, I like that...” Jacob putted his knees on the floor and looked at all the puppies, before choosing one.

A little female puppy with a darker fur than the others.

“I'll call her Hazel, and know she'll be my best friend.”

“If Jin Ae could hear you right now... she would be hella mad at you.”

Park Sunghoon

Jin Ae was playing on the backyard, making a small picnic with her dolls, she had a pink dress on and a tiara on top of her head. She served some “tea” in one of her dolls cup, before she saw across her vision something around the flowers that her mother cultivated.

“Is there a dragon around here? You can come out, I don't bite.” She got up and ran to the flowers, and to her surprise she found the most precious bunny she had ever seen in her whole three years of life.

“Gosh, you are so cute. I'm going to call you Gyeoul.” She ran back inside her house withthe biggest smile in her face.

She grabbed on of dolls dresses and put in on the bunny.

“You are mine, you are all mine.” She said just as Sunghoon was walking down the stairs, he frowned at the sudden sight. Why was his daughter hugging a bunny dressed as a princess?

“Jin Ae? What are you doing with a rabbit inside the house? And why is it dressed like a princess combined with a pop star?”

“I found him daddy, he's name is Gyeoul. And his all mine!” Well, that was questionable. But her cute little puppy eyes were manipulating him somehow, she looked so happy with the bunny, Sunghoon didn't want to destroy his daughter's happiness.

“You know that you have to ask for permission to have a pet, but... If you are happy with him...” She squealed and jumped around Sunghoon like the cute little human being she was.

“Thank you daddy.”

“No problem darling. How could I say no to you and your cuteness?”

Kim Sunoo

What was going on today on the Kim's household? Well... The twins had gotten their first pets.

Hotteok and Keikeu, a pair of hamsters.

“Appa, I think we lost Keikeu!” Young-Jae entered the couples room, where Aera was fast asleep from a hard day of work and Sunoo was drying his hair.

“No way! Those hamsters haven't even been here for three hours!”

The twins were organised, but at the same time they could be very forgetful and clumsy, so it kinda made sense that they lost one of the hamsters.

“We're sorry appa, we should have been more careful.” Young-hee said with teary eyes, also making her brother spill a few tears.

“Oh, no, no! My babies, please don't cry! I don't like seeing you cry. We'll find Keikeu together, so don't worry.” He dried Young-Jae's tears and then patted Young-hee's back to calm them down.

“Appa, isn't that Keikeu?” Young-hee got up and reached the hamster, before giving it a small hug.

Sunoo could only sigh relief... But

“Appa, I can't find Hotteok!”

Holy Fu-

Yang Jungwon

Let's say that Seung-hye found a siamese kitten in the park without a collar. It was a stray kitten.

She had her favourite blue backpack with her, so she grabbed the cat quickly without Jungwon noticing it.

“Seung-hye, it's getting late, we have to go.”

The girl grabbed her dad's hand as they both followed to the car.

Jungwon buckled Seung-hye's car seat, and then he finally drove home. They were both humming to some music on the radio, when all of the sudden.

“Meow!”

Did he just heard a cat inside the car?

“Meow!

Yep, he definitely did!

“Seung-hye? Did I hear a cat just meow?” Jungwon frowned, looking a the little one with the mirror.

“No”

Hm... Suspicious. Way to suspicious!

“Can you pass me your backpack, please?” He said grabbing the backpack from the backseat.

“No! There's rocks in there!”

“Yang Seung-hye.” He repeated with his voice sounding lower that usual.

“Ok. There's a cat in there, but he was all lonely and he couldn't be alone.”

When they got home, Jungwon continued to grab the backpack, while Seung-hye kept following around, begging him to not take him away from her.

“Appa, please don't take Holang away from me, we have to stay together!”

Good news! They kept the cat in the end.

Nishimura Riki

There was a sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze. Maybe baby Hinata was allergic to fur, but they never truly realized it. She was always playing around with Bisco, and now that they got a new dog, she just started having allergies out of nowhere.

“Do you think we have to take her to the hospital?” Niki asked Mei, he was really worried after all, Hinata never had an allergic reaction before.

“Noooo, I don't like hospitals.” She protested, as any child, she did not like hospitals at all, they were really scary for her to be around.

Even though her parent told her not to, she kept playing with her new pet Coco, for her she was the representation of cuteness and happiness all at once.

“Hinata, I told you not to play with-” Niki noticed a few feathers on Hinata's pig tails. That was it, she was allergic to feather, not the dog.

“Wait baby, please don't move.” He said pulling out some feather and hairs at the same time.

“Ouch, you are ruining my hairstyle, silly!”

After that Hinata wasn't going to let Niki touch her hair ever again. And Coco got all the cuddles of the world that night.

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Image a child play au tord just instead of swapping body with edd (who's Andy) he just takes him to raise him and swaps body's with his father (I'm basically talking about child play 1-3 we don't talk about the other movies)

Ngl I haven't seen Child's Play since I was like 7 and I vaguely remember the movie. nfskjdfdsj "we don't talk about the other movies". I do! Fun fact I watched Bride and Seed and literally went into them with the mindset that the whole series was supposed to be comedy. I told one of my best friends and she looked at me like "???? how the hell did you come to that conclusion?"

i love Tiffany. i'd die for her. Anyway! Since I don't remember the original movie I decide to kinda wing it and go a fun direction. It got kinda long so it's under a Read More. Thanks for the ask <3

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The new doll his uncle sent him was…. odd. His parents didn’t really like it either but they didn’t have the heart to take it away. None of them had ever heard of the doll before and couldn’t find anything on the internet so it must have been really old. And Edd wasn’t going to lie, the doll was kind of ugly. Or at the very least, unsettling.

The box the doll came in said Red Leader at the top and below the window showing off the doll, had something about a military but the print was smeared and so no one could make out all the words. The back of the box had a small story, in which the ink was also smeared and faded, but in the letter his uncle had sent him with the doll had said that the doll’s name was Tord.

Edd’s uncle actually didn’t say much about the doll in his letter. He just mentioned that he found it while he was traveling in another country and thought it’d be a funny birthday gift alongside the actual gift he got Edd.

His uncle also said that the salesperson heavily warned not to take Tord out of the box but Edd had already done that before he read the letter so, oh well. Hopefully, his uncle wouldn’t notice that the box was unsealed when he came to visit.

Back to the doll. It wore what Edd assumed was some kind of military outfit, a long buttoned blue coat with a white fuzzy puff collar surrounding his neck, and with a gold name tag on his coat. He wore black pants and black boots, with metal soles. His right side of his face was scarred and he wore an eye patch over his right eye, but when pulled away from his face a little, he still had a perfectly fine right eye so Edd supposed the eye patch was supposed to make him look cooler.

Not that it helped. All in all, Tord looked unsettling. The only actual cool thing about Tord was that his right arm was actually made of metal. Edd’s parents didn’t think that was cool though. They just warned him to be careful with it, especially since the doll was so old.

So Edd kept Tord on one of his shelves. He wasn’t one to play with dolls anyway so he didn’t mind. It was actually more fun to try and draw Tord. His permanent scowl was a little difficult to draw but Edd liked branching out and trying expressions sometimes. And he’d show them to the doll. Sort of. Mostly, he’d hold his sketchbook in front of Tord and compare the two.

It wasn’t bad. Although again, Tord unsettled him. He felt as if he was constantly being watched around his room. Always feeling eyes on him even while he tried to sleep, facing his wall.

He didn’t like it so sometimes he’d gently set Tord in his closet, on top of his extra blankets. It helped but not too much.

But the strangest thing was, Edd swore Tord moved from time to time. Nothing like in Toy Story, but more like twitches. Or, Tord being in a slightly different spot than Edd left him before he went to school.

Which was what Edd was trying to decide at this moment. Were his parents trying to play a prank on him? Scare him? He had no idea but he could’ve sworn Tord wasn’t leaning against his wall when he left that morning.

Edd just shrugged and stood on his tiptoes to reach over his shelf and gently pull Tord away from the wall and in his normal standing position.

He stood back a little and stared at the doll. Tord looked. Well, the same as he always did, the permanent scowl etched into his face. But. Edd could imagine that the doll looked tired. It was silly, but he felt a little bad for making Tord stand all the time. He didn’t do that to any of his stuffed animals or figurines.

So he told the doll, “Oh, you’re probably tired of sanding. Sorry!” and reached back up to sit Tord down. He felt silly but with the doll’s legs dangling over his shelf, he thought that Tord looked better. And maybe less. Angry?

“I’ve never had a doll like you before but I don’t make my stuffed animals stand all the time. I imagine that they’d be tired of it too if I did.”

An idea formed in Edd’s mind. Once again, he reached over the shelf to grab Tord. This time was a bit easier since Tord was already close to the edge but Edd pulled him down and set him on his bed. He grabbed a few of his video game stuffed animals and set them closer to Tord.

“Here, get to know each other. Make friends. I gotta go do my homework in the kitchen so I won’t squish any of you.”

The sight of Tord sitting in between his bear and wolf was honestly a little funny and he resolved to draw it later.

“Edd come down! I want to see you at this table with your homework soon or I’m taking away your sketchbook again!”

“I’ll be down in a minute, dad!” Edd shouted back. To Tord and his stuffed animals, he said quieter, “I’ll be back.” And he grabbed his backpack and rushed downstairs.

If he had turned just a little, out of the corner of his eye, he would have noticed Tord’s head moving, watching his every move before he left his room.