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[the-other-soup]

tragic thought. lucifer does not have a nose i cannot boop his nose 😭

[spideystevie]

💘 + drunk confessions while one is taking care of the other from the fourth prompt list with hangman, please?🤍

can’t even begin to tell you how excited i was to write this one, oh my god. she got a bit longer than my usual blurb but i really hope i did it justice <3 - [1.6k] | join the party!

The phone call you get just before midnight is the last one you’d think to get. Rooster’s on the other line and you can hear the music and loud jeering from the Hard Deck over the phone. It’s hard to hear exactly what he’s saying but you make out enough of it.

Really drunk…asking…pick him up?

With a sigh, you rub at your eyes and slide yourself out of bed. The book you’d been reading before he called gets left haphazardly on your other pillow. 

“I’ll be right there.”

With the streets nearly empty, it doesn’t take you long to get to the bar. It’s loud enough inside that you can hear it muffled outside as you walk up to the doors. There’s a soft push of ocean air that goes right through the fabric of the sweatshirt you’d thrown on before you left. 

It’s crowded inside, though you should’ve expected that with it being the weekend. One after a successful mission, no less. You shoulder your way through hordes of Navy personnel and the occasional local, paying no mind to the strange looks you’re getting for still being in your pajamas at a bar. 

You spot Rooster back by the dartboard and pool tables and he catches your eye over the crowd. He meets you halfway with a relieved look on his face. 

“Sorry we call-” you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“Where is he?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder. You miss the knowing gleam in his eye.  

“Where’d you think?” He turns towards the dartboard and points, your eyes following. Sure enough, there’s Jake, throwing darts at the board and somehow still managing to hit bullseye even when completely drunk. You shake your head and let Rooster help lead you over. 

“Hey, Hangman! Your ride’s here,” he shouts over the crowd. Jake turns around from where he was going to collect the darts with a complete look of confusion. 

“I didn’t call a ride,” he says and Rooster all but smirks. He nudges you forward and Jake’s face seems to light up like a switch was flipped when he notices you.

“What are you doin’ here, sweets?” he asks, completely forgetting about the darts he was trying to retrieve. You try not to let it show how much the pet name affects you.

“Taking you home,” you say. You wave Rooster off, offering him a small thank you for calling. A pout forms on his face as he seemingly remembers what he was doing right before you showed up. 

“But I’m in the middle of a game,” he says, sounding like a little kid whose parents just told him no.

“And you were doing great but we gotta get home, okay?” you ask, coming up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighs, his chin tucking against his chest. He lets you lead him towards the bar doors, one of his arms coming around your shoulders. 

It’s a bit of a struggle getting him out of the bar. His footsteps are clumsy and he’s leaning on you just a little too much for you to also walk properly. It doesn’t help that the bar is flooded with people. You manage to get him to your car and into the passenger’s side.

He fumbles with the seatbelt and you huff, leaning in and helping him pull it across his chest and clicking it into place. You move so you’re not leaning over him and his head lazily slumps over to look at you. There’s a dopey smile on his face and he reaches up to boop your nose. 

“Pretty,” he says, the word a little slurred. You shake your head but let yourself smile. You lean back completely to close the car door.

“No puking in my car, Seresin,” you try to sound threatening but you doubt he can tell in his inebriated state. He gives you a salute and you laugh a bit, closing the door and moving over to the driver’s side. 

You drive the two of you home, the streetlights sporadically illuminating your faces with a yellow glow. Living with Jake, you were privy to sides of him not many other people were. Drunk Jake was one that rarely came out but proved to be a sight whenever it did. 

When you get to the little place you share, he has to lean almost all his body weight on you while you walk from the car to the front door and inside. You toe your shoes off whilst he all but kicks his off in a pile by the door. While you’re busy locking the front door behind you, Jake disappears off into the living room. 

He collapses in a heap on the couch, body sinking into the cushions. You groan, dropping your keys against the kitchen counter as you head into the room. 

“Jake, c’mon,” you say, a little exasperated with your hands on your hips. He smiles serenely up at you, seemingly amused by you. You move to stand in front of him and hold both of your hands out for him to grab. “We need to get you in bed.”

He rolls his eyes. 

“I am in bed,” he protests, sinking deeper into the couch. You huff, taking a moment to rub at your forehead. 

“No, you’re on the couch,” you say, once again holding out your hands to help him up. He doesn’t budge, going so far as to start to lie down. You purse your lips. “Hangman, seriously. It’s time for bed.”

This seems to stop him in his tracks. His legs come back off the couch, his facial expression dropping. His lips seem to pucker out into a pout as he looks at you. You’re a little confused. 

“Are you mad at me?” he asks. You sigh, your eyebrows pinching together. 

“What?”

“You called me Hangman,” he points out, blinking up at you. His green eyes are almost doe-like. “You only call me that when you’re mad.”

Your shoulders sag and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. When you open them again, he’s still staring at you with that same kicked puppy expression. You shake your head. “I’m not mad at you, Jake. Just wanna get you to bed, that’s all.”

He blinks at you for a second, considering, and then he’s reaching his hands up towards you. You grab hold of them and step back, helping tug him off the couch. You don’t anticipate the momentum he brings and suddenly, his body is pressed right against yours. 

Your hands have come to press against his chest, a last ditch attempt to keep him from falling on you completely. His face is suddenly really close to yours, the proximity taking your breath away. You think you see his eyes flicker down to your lips but you’re sure it’s just your mind playing tricks. 

“Careful,” you finally mutter and his eyes come up to meet yours. You take a cautious step back, letting your hands fall back to your sides. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You follow close behind him as he walks a little less clumsy down the hall to his bedroom. He sits on his bed while you dig through his drawers for his pajamas. You can hear shuffling behind you but you don’t expect to turn around to a halfway undressed Jake. Your face feels extremely hot. 

“You change while I get you some water, okay?” you leave the pajamas near him and don’t even wait for an answer before you’re leaving the room. You fill a glass from the kitchen with water and grab some pain meds from the bathroom. 

When you come back, he’s changed clothes and crawled into bed. You set the water and pills down on his bedside table carefully. At the sound of your name you look over at Jake. He’s looking at you in a way that makes your chest flutter. 

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for taking me home,” he says and you smile, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“I was never mad at you, Jake,” you say, shaking your head. He just stares at you, moving so he’s propped up more against his pillows.

“I like you,” he says and you hate how it sends your heart racing because he doesn't mean it like that. 

“I like you, too,” you respond. He nearly groans. 

“No, like I really like you. Like, like like you.”

Oh.

Your lips part and your eyes go a little wide. It feels like your heart is trying to break out of your ribcage. You blink at him, fighting back a smile though the ghosts of one curls around your words. 

“You’re drunk,” you eventually say, shaking your head. He hums. 

“Maybe…but I won’t be in the morning,” he says, the look in his eyes seeming more sober now than ever. Your face feels warm and your eyes shine. You smooth out his blankets and press a kiss to his forehead before standing up. 

“Then tell me in the morning,” you muse. You stop at his door, turning to look at him. He’s already staring at you, a small smile on his face. You think this might be your favorite thing about seeing him drunk. His face softened, no sign of the cocky, big ego on his face. “Get some sleep.”

You shut the door as you leave and take a moment to rest your back against it and breathe, hoping he tells you again in the morning.

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: Blood, violence, mentions of sexual things, like wyr games if ykwim

✧tag list✧: @strawbsj @nikipedia07 @enhypensccstarlight @nikisdubblchococake

✧CHAPTER 1✧

Y/n watched as the kids hugged their parents before running to the school bus, to go to their school. Sighing, she went downstairs, smiling as she heard her little pet bunny hop to the door part of the cage, wanting to be set free. "Suzi~" she cooed, opening the cage as she stroked the bunny's head, softly booping it's pink nose.

The girl lifted the bunny by it's ears and left it in the bigger cage that was in her backyard, not wanting to take the risk of letting the bunny in her house, knowing full well the tiny menace will chew threw the wires and get electrocuted. She glanced at the small greenhouse she kept just for her butterflies. Her late mother was a lepidopterist, since her murder, y/n was given this extremely expensive build in the back of her apartment.

Locking all the doors, she hopped onto her motorbike and rode to school. Upon arriving at the school, she didn't even bother entering the building, because there he was, getting into yet another fight. Riki harshly punched male in the same spot multiple times, the male striking back, aiming for Riki's face, but he ducked. She wore her earphones, and purposefully pushed past him. Riki glared at the girl, already pissed, Sungchan used this chance to finally punch Riki.

He pulled on Riki's hair and kneed him in his stomach before running off. "MOTHERFUCKER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YOU PUSSY!" Riki yelled, running after him. God how bad he wanted to kill y/n. The girl smirked to herself as she slumped in her seat, in the back of the classroom, doodling on her notebook. She was only a few minutes late, her head down on the table, one earphone in, as she tried to nap.

It wasn't that easy to nap when she could hear Yeonjun and Taehyun, just a few rows in front of her, mention her name a few time, disgust evident on her face as she overheard them "Would you rather... be locked in an empty classroom with Mrs Lee, or... have sex with y/n?" Yeonjun asked with a grin as Taehyun snickerred. "Please, she's hot but she's our teacher, plus Y/n is kinda hot... Yeah Ima go with y/n" the male said.

The girl threw a paper ball in their direction, then pretended to be asleep. "Who tf was that?" Yeonjun asked, sounding like he meant business. "It was me." Y/n simply said, glaring holes into his head "w-well uh... Don't do it again!" he said sheepishly, trying to put on a tough act, before turning away and continuing his little immature game. The girl was suddenly yanked off of her seat, a painful tug at her hair.

"You fucking bitch look what you did!" Riki yelled, pointing t the small blood stain on his white shirt "I wouldn't have cared if it was his blood, BUT IT'S MINE, you think I'll let you get away with this?!" Riki asked glaring at her, as she looked back at him, unamused. Riki was never the type to hit women, but with y/n it's like something possesses him, and all he wants is to beat her until she begs for mercy. God he hated that dirty smirk on her lips.

"babyboy I'll count to three, and if you don't let go of my hair, then your pretty face will be met with a chair." she dared as Riki didn't let go "3...2... 2 and a half...1 bitch ur dead." She simply said, pulling onto the chair and swinging it at him, to his luck, a teacher stepped in, grabbing the chair from her. "NISHIMURA RIKI! KIM Y/N! TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW!" the women yelled as they both walked there.

The 2 were now stuck in a room, each writting the word "sorry" until 5 pages were full, beside them was Y/n's older brother, Sunoo who had to come off of work early to see his sister's hair a mess, and blood stains on his dear friend Riki. "How many times do I have to tell you? STOP GETTING ME CALLED INTO THIS OFFICE. Y/n, I replaced dad's contact details with mine for your wellbeing, NOT FOR YOU TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT AND HAVE ME COME IN EVERYTIME YOU TO SQUABBLE OVER SOMETHING STUPID!" He yelled as the girl groaned.

Yep, this was what everyday in a high school these two went to would be like. Sunoo sighed, using his hands to detangle the girl's hair, as he brushed it out for her, glaring at Riki "And you, Didn't I tell you not to motorbike race with those boys?! so fucking egoistic, do you need to prove every 5 seconds that you're better than them?! I told you so many times, don't mess with them they come from shitty backgrounds and the police won't dare to lock them away, you have sisters right? can't you behave for once?!" Sunoo lectured as he rolled his eyes.

"Ah- you're pulling too hard!" y/n whined as Sunoo flicked her forehead "I won't let you do my nails if you keep getting into trouble like this!" Sunoo added before aggressively, yet gently brushing her hair out. Riki just slept, his head on the blank papers as y/n pulled out her back up phone to scroll through.

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

[mads-weasley]

Epiphany Pt. 3: Haunted

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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A/N: hey guys!! i had originally planned for operation market garden to be one chapter, but there were just too many things that i wanted to add, so it will be split up into at least two! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: Things aren't as cut and dry as they seem when Easy jumps into Holland for Operation Market Garden, and (y/n) faces a heartbreaking reality.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: slightly graphic mistreatment of women (eindhoven scene)

SEPTEMBER 13, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND

The pub was alive, bustling with half-drunken paratroopers when (y/n) arrived with Skip, Alex, and Don. They were missing their fifth member who they spotted across the bar playing darts with Buck. 

“How much money do ya’ think he’s lost?” Skip asked, snickering as they made their way through the crowd to an empty table. 

(Y/n) grimaced. “As long as he’s not asking me for a loan again, I don’t care. He still owes me $20.”

“Ehh, you’re probably not gonna get that back, (y/n/n), Penkala laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “You should know George well enough by now.”

“Well, the first twenty bucks he gets is mine tonight, boys.”

Finding a booth in the corner, Don, Skip, and (y/n) plopped down while Alex went to get them drinks. They looked around the room and observed some of Bull’s new squad replacements sitting nearby. 

“They don’t look older than twelve,” Skip scoffed, shaking his head.

Don smacked the side of his head, rolling his eyes. “Skip, you don’t look much older than twelve, alright, so ease up.” 

“You’re telling me you don’t even feel a litt-”

“No,” (y/n) interrupted. “I don’t. They’re here the same reason we are.”

Before Skip could argue back, Alex returned with their drinks, and the first thing (y/n) did was gulp hers. To her dismay, Alex had started to ramble about the replacements to Skip, and the pair picked up right where she’d cut him off. With a sigh, she got up and walked over to George, Buck, Toye, and a replacement, who were crowded around the dartboard. They all watched Buck as he lined up a shot.

“Here we go. One shot. Here we go,” he muttered to himself.

When she slid into the space beside George, he smirked with a wink, nodding toward Buck, as if to say, ‘Look at this.’

“Lieutenant,” he began. “You gonna shoot lefty all night?”

Toye and the red-headed replacement’s faces fell, and (y/n) took a sip of her drink to hide her smirk. 

Joe looked between George and Buck in disbelief. “Hey, come on,” He groaned.

“Just curious,” George continued, “‘Cause he’s right-handed.” 

A sly smile grew on Buck’s face as he switched sides and lined up his shot. “George. What would I do without George Luz?”

The group watched as the dart left Buck’s hand and hit the bullseye dead on.

“Boop!”

Collective groans came from Joe and the replacement at George’s antics as he turned to the men. “Goodness, gracious!”

“Two packs, gentlemen,” Compton announced, holding out his hand.

“I know you’ve got them. Pay up.”

Joe looked at (y/n) who was still smirking into her drink. “You gonna let them screw us like that, (y/n)?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t see anything, Joe.”

Rolling his eyes, Toye grumbled as he placed a pack of cigarettes in Buck’s outstretched hand before walking off. The replacement approached (y/n) with a nervous smile, and she had to agree with Skip that he did look twelve, even if he towered over her. 

“Heffron,” he introduced, holding out his hand. “Babe Heffron. Nice to meet you. The guys have told me nothing but great things.”

She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Babe. You’re in Bull’s squad, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Raising her eyebrows, (y/n) snorted. “Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman. Call me (y/n).”

“Yes, ma’a-, I mean, (y/n),” he corrected, his face turning crimson.

Seeing the flash of a familiar silver flask near the door, (y/n) nodded at Babe. “It was nice meeting you, Heffron. You’re in good hands with Bull.”

She found him sitting at a table with Harry Welsh, who looked more tipsy than usual. “(Y/n). Speak of the devil. We wer-”

Nix’s eyes widened, and he kicked Harry discreetly under the table. “You meet the new replacements?” He asked as if Welsh hadn’t spoken.

Raising an eyebrow, she sat in the empty seat beside Lew. “What was that, Lieutenant?”

“Uhh, we were gonna ask you about the replacements,” he replied slowly, glancing at Nix for confirmation.

Though she didn’t understand Harry’s odd behavior, she didn’t push it. “They seem nice. I’ve just met Heffron after George and Buck conned him playing darts.”

Lew took a swig of his flask, throwing an arm on the back of (y/n)’s chair, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulder. “Bull will take care of them,” he began. “He’s a good sergeant.”

(Y/n) nodded, unsure of her voice at his subtle touch. One touch and she was down for the count. Thinking back to D-Day and the way he held her, heat spread through her. She looked down at the drink in her hand and realized she needed a refill.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get another drink,” she announced, getting up from her seat.

Lew got up, too, grabbing his signature flask. “I’ll come with. Harry, don’t cause too much trouble while we’re gone, alright?”

He rolled his eyes, shooing them away with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’ll survive.”

The duo made their way for the crowd before leaning against the bar. 

“I thought you only drink VAT-69,” she questioned, motioning to the barkeep for two beers.

Nix faced her, his eyes scanning her face. “My supply is running low, so I’ve gotta cut back until I can get some more.”

The bartender returned with two beers and she gratefully took them, returning to their table with Nix in tow. As soon as they sat down, he placed his arm around her chair once again, and she took a big sip of her drink, knowing she would need it to make it through the night. 

“So, how’s the officer’s life treating you two?” She asked, trying to hide the blush that crept up her neck.

Harry took a deep breath. “Well…”

An hour and a few drinks later, (y/n) was throwing her head back in laughter at something Harry said. Nix just chuckled beside her, knowing she was drunk due to the fact Harry’s comment wasn’t funny at all.

Her head felt as if was stuffed with cotton, and the world was tilted slightly off its axis, but regardless, she was chatting away with the two Lieutenants.

“Ya’know,” she giggled, waving her hands around emphatically. “Kitty’s a lucky gal ‘ta have ya, Har. Outta all-”

Her hand caught a glass and sent it flying, beer spilling across the table. 

“Oh no.”

Lew stood up and gently grasped her elbow, helping her to her feet. “Come on, doll. You’ve had enough.”

“Lewis,” she whined. “I’m not drunk.”

His chuckled. “Really?”

“Uh, ‘yeh.”

“Okay,” he smirked, pointing behind her. “Try to walk to Luz.”

(Y/n) nodded and wobbly took one, two, three steps before tilting to her right, arms flailing. Luckily, Lew was ready and caught her by her waist effortlessly.

“I guess I am drunk,” she murmured into his shoulder. 

Her attempt gained the attention of her squadmates who still sat at the same table from hours earlier. Don and George walked over, faces painted with concern.

“She alright?” Luz asked with a grimace.

“Yeah. She’s just a lightweight,” Nixon smirked, glancing down at the woman in his arms. “I’m gonna take her home.”

Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Already there,” she whispered to herself.

To her dismay, Don had heard it, and the man’s eyes became saucers as he realized what she meant. Everything clicked in his head.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll get someone to check on her in the morning.”

With a curt nod, Nix led her out of the pub and was hit with a wave of sharp, chilly air that had her huddling closer to him. He had a secure hand around her waist, keeping her upright as they walked down the cobblestone streets of Aldbourne. 

“You alright down there?” He asked, squeezing her hip gently.

(Y/n) basked in his warmth. “I like it when you hold me.”

The man got choked up on his saliva and coughed a few times at her confession.

“Well,” he began slowly, staring down at her, the moonlight illuminating her face. “I like to hold you.”

“Why?”

A smile formed on his lips. “You can ask me when you’re sober, but I doubt you’ll remember any of this, sweetheart.”

She nodded once against his shoulder as they turned onto her street. Aldbourne was a quiet town, especially on a Sunday night. It was easy for one to find themselves getting lost in their thoughts. The soft glow from windows reflecting off the pavement felt like home, even if they were thousands of miles away from theirs.

In different circumstances, Lew could envision him and (y/n) on their way home from a night dancing or movie picture, giggling as young couples do, oblivious to the horrors of the world. But that wasn’t reality. They’d seen the horrors firsthand, and he envied the people who lived and loved in times of peace.

A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. “Thanks.”

Looking up and realizing they’d arrived at her billet, he reluctantly let go of her. He felt the loss of her warmth and reached out to take her hand. “Drink some water, alright? I can’t have you being grumpy tomorrow because you’re hungover.”

She smiled blearily, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for ev’rythin, Lew.”

In a moment of weakness, he sighed and tugged her closer. As Lew’s strong arms wrapped gently around (y/n)’s frame, he felt her heart beating through her chest, as if it were trying to send him a message. The scent of her hair, a delicate mix of her shampoo, and the evening breeze intoxicated his senses. All he could think about was the woman in his arms. Standing there in the warm embrace of a quiet, moonlit night, it was as if the war wasn’t raging around the world. But just as quickly as it had begun, the hug came to an end. They pulled away, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment as if searching for answers in each other’s gaze.

“G’nigh,” she giggled, walking towards her door with unsteady steps.

“Night, sweetheart,”

Once the door had closed and he heard the familiar click of the lock, he backed up onto the street shaking his head with a bashful smile.

“I’m in trouble,” he chuckled, making his way back to the bar.

September 14, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND

(Y/n) awoke with a groan, hearing dull raps from the front door beneath her. Each knock was like a drum banging inside her skull as she made her way down the stairs. The family she was staying with was on a weekend vacation, and she was thankful their children wouldn’t see her so hungover.

(Y/n) opened the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” a kind voice replied. Lip. 

Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Car, I didn’t realize it was you.”

“It’s alright,” he began softly. “You weren’t at the pub last night, so I wanted to let you know we’re moving out again.”

Already?.

“Okay. Thanks, Lip,” (y/n) nodded, eyes sinking to the floor as she closed the door.

Great.

September 17, 1944: Operation Market Garden

As Easy Company sat in ditches along the road to Eindhoven, an eerie silence hung in the air. Sure, Allied intelligence suspected the Krauts in the country were mostly old men and kids, but the paratroopers were on their toes, ready for whatever would come next.

(Y/n) was sandwiched between George and Skip, who were grumbling back and forth about a failed darts game the night before. 

“Will you two shut up, please?” She laughed softly. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

George smirked, adjusting his helmet. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

A squadron of Allied aircraft roared overhead, and soon after, they approached the town. A window opened, and (y/n) motioned for everyone to get down as she crouched beside a fence. The person pulled out a long orange banner and tied it around the window.

“Okay, hold your fire,” Bull appeared behind them, cigar hanging from his lips.

Staring at the town above her M-1 sight, a deep pang of worry shot through her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

The paratroopers couldn’t believe their eyes as the people of Eindhoven celebrated their liberation from the German occupation. Bright orange flags flew from every window, and (y/n) found herself smiling at the pure joy that oozed from the town. 

(Y/n) and George had gotten separated from the rest of their squad in the crowd as they dodged kisses from the locals. Well, (y/n) dodged their kisses. After a few girls tried to land a smooch on her lips, she removed her helmet, showing she was a woman. Soon the town's men caught on and were trying to do the same. 

She tried to push through the crowd as quickly as possible staving off any attempts from them. Looking behind her, she groaned at the empty spot where George had been. “George,” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Luz! Come on!”

A few seconds later, he appeared to her right, fresh red lipstick smeared across his lips that were quirked into a wide grin.

“Gosh, (y/n). Can’t a guy have some fun?” He joked, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Turning around, she rolled her eyes and made her way through an opening in the crowd only to be pulled to the side by her arm. “Hey!”

A familiar Philly accent filled her ears. “Come get in this picture, (y/n)!”

Babe pulled her through the crowd, and George followed, kissing as many girls as he could along the way. 

“There they are!” Chuck yelled, throwing his arm around a blonde.

George and Babe stood behind a few kids wearing orange hats and waving flags, all smiling from ear to ear. A wide smile grew on (y/n)’s face as she knelt beside the kids, placing her helmet on the little girl's head beside her. The helmet tipped down, covering the girl’s face except for her crooked, snaggle-toothed smile. (Y/n) quickly fixed it for her, and to her surprise, the little girl threw herself in the woman’s arms. Fighting off tears, she sniffled and hugged the girl back before pointing to the camera.

“Smile, everybody!” (Y/n) announced.

The picture was taken with a click, and (y/n)’s eyes wandered to the left of the cameraman.

She froze, her face falling. Time slowed as she watched the scene unfold before her. A local woman with long, flowing chestnut hair and a confident stride approached Lew. (Y/n) squinted to get a better look, her heart pounding. She watched in disbelief as the stranger reached up and placed a hand on Lew’s cheek, drawing him closer. The world around (y/n) seemed to blur as the stranger’s lips met Lew’s, and they kissed, and he didn't pull away.

Time seemed to stand still for (y/n). She couldn’t comprehend what she was witnessing. Her mind raced with questions. 

Why was Lew kissing her? 

Her hands clenched into fists, and tears welled up in her eyes. (Y/n) felt like a statue, unable to move or speak as the painful scene played out before her. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her instead. Her heart ached, and her stomach churned with anger, jealousy, and sadness.

George tapped her shoulder, his brows furrowed. “(Y/l/n)? You alright?”

Following her line of sight, he found what she was fixated on and softly sighed.

“He’s an idiot, (y/n/n). Come on,” he murmured, hoisting her up by her arm.

She stood and blinked away angry tears that filled her vision. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her.

A small voice below her broke her train of thought. “Dank,” the little girl nodded, holding out (y/n)’s helmet. She forced a smile and took it from the girl. 

George tugged her arm softly, pulling her in the opposite direction of Nix. She blindly followed in a haze, her mind muddied with hurtful thoughts. Townsfolk grabbed at her jacket as she and George made their way to the main town square where 2nd platoon was meeting. 

She was snapped out of her mind by the sound of screams. Her head moved on a swivel trying to find the sound’s source. Spotting a circle of citizens up ahead, she pushed past George quickly, squeezing her way through a few men to see inside the circle.

Before her, half-naked women were on their knees, crying as their hair was roughly shaved, leaving them with blood streaking down their necks and faces. Two Dutch resistance fighters bumped past (y/n) with another petrified woman in their arms. They threw her down and began to rip the clothes off her body. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed as a burning sensation filled her chest. 

“Hey!” She cried, shoving one of them away from the woman. “That’s enough!”

The man recovered swiftly, but (y/n) didn’t give up. Unable to bend her to his will, he resorted to dirty tactics, shoving her forcefully and causing her to stumble and fall to the hard cobblestone street with a thud. 

“Stomme meid,” he spat.

Stupid girl. 

Her unclasped helmet skidded a few feet away as her head came in contact with the road. The impact knocked the wind out of her, leaving her momentarily gasping for breath. 

For a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were on the (y/n), then all hell let loose. Easy’s men were trying to get to her with enraged shouts but were unable to get through the crowd. With great effort, (y/n) pushed herself up off the ground, her face flushed but her spirit unbroken. She looked the man squarely in the eyes, refusing to show fear despite the pain in her chest. 

The man leered down at her with a smirk as he switched to heavily accentuated English. “Maybe we should teach you a less-”

(Y/n) lost all self-control as her arm reeled back ready to swing, but someone grabbed it tightly and tried to pull her away from the man. Seeing a flash of dark hair, she knew it was him, and her fury only grew. (Y/n) resisted, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

“No, Nix!” She protested, her voice filling with fiery determination. She wriggled free from his grasp for a moment, her eyes still locked onto the resistance fighters. “Let go of me! They can’t do this! We can’t let them do this!”

He stepped in front of (y/n), blocking her view of the confrontation, and looked deeply into her eyes. “(Y/n), I know, all right? I wish we could, but we can’t do anything about it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, she tried to push past him only to hear a tone he had never used with her before.

“Stop! That’s an order, (y/l/n),” he gritted, his heart squeezing in his chest at the words.

(Y/n) stared at the Officer in disbelief. 

How dare he not help these poor women?

Tears filled her eyes for the second time that day as she took one more look at the poor woman on the ground. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before shoving her way back through the crowd.

Lew’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the mob. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face.

What a difference a few days can bring.

One of the men behind him spoke. “She’s a lively one, no?”

“Shut it,” Nix snapped, scooping (y/n)’s discarded helmet off the street.

When he found Dick, Harry, and Buck, he handed the helmet to her platoon leader. “It’s (y/n)’s.”

Buck took it with a nod as the four officers watched the British Armored Division come rumbling down the street. 

It was going to be a long operation.

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[filmbyjy]

what's up! may I request an jake sim x fem!reader with stargazing or like a 3 am date like jus strolling through the city at night and jus spending time with each other. just late night stuff x jake >>>

— “hey so im the anon that requested the jake x late night date and i forgot to put a thank you lolol saur- tysm!"

a/n: oh anon you have made me delulu imagining this😀 LORD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST JAYKE STAN👹 STARGAZING WITH JAKE? wouldn’t even be staring at the stars😍 also umm getting married under the moonlight? now that is romantic!

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

under the moonlight

it was late at night, both you and your boyfriend ended a small dinner date about an hour ago. you were both currently aimlessly walking around the city, letting your food digest. jake's hands were interlaced with yours, he occasionally swings it around and you giggled at the gesture.

"you know, you look extremely beautiful in this dress." jake compliments. it was true. since the restaurant you went to for dinner was high-end, you decided to dress up for the occasion. you looked like a princess. a princess with a prince charming.

"well, i wonder who bought this?" you poked his side. jake decides to poke you back after you teased him.

"someone who only has the finest taste for his lady, of course." he smirks. you playfully rolled your eyes. jake chuckles.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

as you were walking, somehow you ended up at the park where both you and jake frequently went to. it was where you'd walk layla and let her run around. it was a lot darker and slightly creepier at night but with your knight and shining armour by your side, you weren't bothered by it.

"woah, the stars look amazing tonight." jake points out.

"it is."

"not as pretty as you are tonight though." he winks. ah, how did you know your overly flirty boyfriend was going to say that?

"jaeyun, it's been 2 years since we've been dating. are you ever going to stop flirting with me like when we first start dating?"

"never. also where is the fun in stopping? i like flirting with you. you are mine so i am oblige to flirt with you."

you snort, "is this a way of you to seduce me?"

"you aren't opposed of being seduced by me so yes. i am seducing you." you booped his nose.

"dork."

"only your dork." he kisses your hand.

the more you walked, the more tired you grew. maybe wearing heals wasn't the best idea. jake takes notice of this and so he swoops you up and places you down on a bench. you took your shoes off to let your feet rest. you could feel the stinging of a possible blister. you pout. jake notices it and swiftly gets on his knees and places your feet on his knee. he pulls out his wallet and grabs plasters he had.

"you knew this was going to happen?" you say. jake works on taking the plaster out and placing it over your blisters.

"had a feeling i should bring some after seeing you put on some heels."

"thank you, jakey." jake settles on the empty spot beside you and pecks your lips.

the both of you fell into silence as you stared up at the sky. the stars covering the sky, glimmering and twinkling.

"you think we should get married?" jake asks. you turned to look at him but he was still looking up at the stars.

"i mean, we are still young but i wouldn't say i haven't thought about marrying you." his eyes met with yours.

"then i'll buy a ring tomorrow." he says. you shoved him playfully.

"jaeyun, you shouldn't joke about that."

"who said i'm joking about it? i really want to get married to you."

"jaeyun-"

"oh look, a shooting star. make a wish, love."

you shook your head. jake clasps his hands and makes a wish. you do the same. before you opened your eyes though, you felt a pair of lips against yours. jake kisses you under the moonlight like any disney princess story. it was perfect.

"i love you." he says just as he pulls away.

"i love you too."

you don't realise the ring that laid on your finger until you looked away from jake's face. you gasp and turned to jake.

"i meant what i said, i want to marry you." jake holds your hand and kisses it. you fight the urge to cry but you did tear up.

"you- did you plan this out?"

"well i was supposed to do it in the restaurant until i saw the heaps of people there and i know you don't exactly like the attention...so i opted to do this instead. this is romantic isn't it?"

"extremely."

"that's good to hear."

"jaeyun, i love you so much." you hugged him.

"oof, i love you too."

you didn't expect to be proposed tonight, you were at lost for words but you knew you'd always want to spend the rest of your life with jake. he was the perfect boyfriend and the perfect guy.

"now, what do you say we get home and celebrate this..." he leans closer to your ears, "in bed."

you smacked his back, "you really are trying to seduce me."

"and is it working?" you let go of the hug and faced him.

"maybe..."

jake smirks and leans in once again. your lips dancing in sync. you were happy to be with jake.

the man of your dreams

-

[mushiewrites]

Pillow Talk

I got this prompt (find it here) in the middle of the night yesterday and immediately had to start writing it. I dont even know how to explain it - it melted me, flustered me AND inspired me all at the same times. I seriously got goosebumps. I love this prompt so much, you all know I love my mean tks but I adore soft praisey tks too 🥺 Thank you so much for this anon, I hope you enjoy 💘

prompt: "OKOK so maybe lee!dream and ler George and sapnap? dream being a tired, overworking mess, AND on top of that having doubts about how his friends see him as, their friendship, if he’s weird or something, just being an overthinking puddle okay. And then the boys catch on and soft tickles ensue, lots of praises and compliments and reassurances :(. Dreams worst spot may be his tummy, but I HC that it’s also a melt spot if tickled correctly !! Pillow underneath his tummy and the softest kisses and the lightest trailing fingers and soft nibbling on the hips and sides until he’s just a mushy, giggling and happy puddle :3!!"

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.3K words)

“Is the pillow really necessary?” Dream questioned, voice slightly wavering due to his nervousness. He looked down at his own tummy, his shirt pulled to his ribs in order to reveal the pale skin beneath it. His shoulder blades were pressed into the mattress as his back arched off the edge, a pillow or two wedged beneath him to further pull his tummy taut. He wiggled his hips back and forth to test his movement - it was more limited than he’d originally thought. 

After all, it was only George straddling his thighs. 

“Yes! It is definitely necessary,” The brunette quickly replied, leaning forward and using his pointer finger to boop Dream on the nose. “I mean, we need to have your tummy as stretched as possible!”

Dream clenched his jaw with a nose scrunch at the incredibly flustering explanation, turning his head to the side to try and hide his blushy cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the elders teases. He brought his hands up to cover his face, needing a place to hide while he tried to calm his jitters the best he could.

“Yeah Dream,” he heard Sapnap from somewhere near the bottom of the bed, voice growing in volume as he walked closer and eventually took a seat on the bed next to George. “How else are we gonna give your tummy the love and attention it needs?” His question was followed up by two pokes on either side of his ribs, making sure to target the ones in the center purely because he knows they make Dream’s laughter jump in pitch. He batted the hands away with a squeal, moving them from his face to cover his torso with his arms. 

“W-Well I….I dohon’t-“

“Exactly!” the younger boy interrupted his stutters, leaning forward to crawl towards the empty area by the headrest of the bed. He took his place above Dream’s head, crossing his legs in front of him as he leaned over to smile down at the blonde, both giggling as they looked at each other from the upside down perspective.

“Besides,” George began, using his right hand to begin rubbing his palm soothingly all around Dream’s tummy, letting his fingertips drag teasingly from time to time just to hear Dream whine in an attempt to keep his giggles in. “You know why we’re here. We’re not here to wreck you, we’re here to help you!” 

“Yeah, we just want to help you feel good!” Sapnap chimed in as he leaned back and rested on his heels, running a hand gently through the sandy curls. “We know you’ve been overwhelmed lately with how busy everything’s been and with you not getting enough rest. You deserve to feel good, you deserve to relax - let us help you, okay?”

Even though he knew the two were serious, Dream still felt shivers down his spine at their reassurances. 

An hour earlier the blonde had been pacing at the top of the steps, hidden out of view in the hallway from George and Sapnap who were sitting in the living room down stairs. A hand was buried into his hair while the other one was pressed against his cheek, trying to calm his anxieties and doubts he’d been feeling lately for no particular reason. He continued to pace back and forth in the limited space he had, trying to decide if he felt it was important enough to share with his two best friends. 

When he reached the start of the steps once more while continuing his walking, he was startled when he saw Sapnap staring up at him from the bottom of the steps. Dream let out a whine but decided to follow when Sapnap asked him to, finding himself squished between the boys on the couch while he spilled out his insecurities. At the end of it, he felt incredible. Though tears were shed, they had managed to help talk through his feelings and get a lot of the tension released from his muscles due to him holding all of his stress.

It would seem that the two weren’t finished as they began peppering quick little kisses all over his cheeks, dragging him up to his own bedroom while still in a fit of giggles. 

Those were the events that led them up to this moment - Dream with the pillows under his back with a very tiny British man straddling his waist. It would’ve been comical if he weren’t so damn flustered. 

“Dream?”

“Hm?”

The call of his name pulled him out of his thoughts as he felt warm hands wrap around both of his wrists. He watched as Sapnap slowly raised them up above his head and rested them in his own lap, still holding onto them as a confirmation of what they were planning on doing. 

“He asked you a question, angel. Is it okay if we help you feel nice?” The kindness in George’s voice caught him off guard, his jaw dropping slightly before realizing and snapping it shut again when he did. The brunette laughed at that but kept his cruel teases to himself, knowing this wasn’t the time to tease him into oblivion. 

“Mm….mhm.” Dream didn’t allow himself to answer with words, knowing it would come out high pitched and absolutely wrecked. The two boys weren’t always that gentle with him, at least not like this, and he had absolutely no idea what to do with the feeling. He felt giddy and excited, but at the same time he knew what they were capable of. He knew they promised to treat him nicely, but he couldn’t help but be a little nervous anyway.

“Great! Now I can tell you about how great of a person you are while George gives your tummy a little attention.” The moment the words left Sapnap’s lips and seeped into Dream’s ears he was whining, a long high pitched squeal revealing itself at the idea of George showing his tummy any form of attention. 

“What, Sap- nahaha wahait!” Dream was rudely interrupted by an eruption of airy giggles, light and jovial as George began to peck little kisses around his tummy with no warning. 

“For what, cutie pie? I wanna tell you how much we love you! And how incredibly hard working and boss bitch you are!” George stopped the tickly kisses to bark out a laugh at Sapnap’s choice of words, rolling his eyes as he listened to the other two boys giggling before getting back to the task at hand. He felt as Dream’s tummy jumped beneath his lips, attempting to suck in his stomach but not being able to hold it down forever. It didn’t really matter though - George’s lips followed regardless. 

“Nohoho!” Dream pulled lightly at his arms that were still being held up by Sapnap, groaning when they didn’t move and the younger boy’s strength was put on display. “You’re bohohoth idiots- NO NO NO NO NOHOHO!” 

The insult that he threw at the two brunettes prompted George to take a quick inhale of air, filling his lungs as much as he could before dropping his head down and blowing a raspberry on his lower tummy. Dream was squealing, practically in stitches as he began thrashing and kicking pathetically, his laughter growing once more. 

“AHAHA OKAHAHAY! I’m sohohOHRRY!” Dream’s apology was cut off once more as George blew another quick raspberry, this time directly over the sensitive little dip in the center of his stomach. Before he could reach hysterics, George was rubbing his hand over it, doing his best to calm the tingly sensation he was still experiencing.

“George, we’re supposed to be helping him, not killing him.” Sapnap commented with a chuckle as George sat up sheepishly, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders. Dream was attempting to catch his breath while the elder replied.

“I know I know, I just couldn’t help it. He insulted us! He’s the real idiot, we both know that!” George exclaimed in fake annoyance, causing Sapnap and Dream to break out into a melody of giggles. Sapnap rolled his eyes at the older boy as he gently ran his thumbs over the insides of Dream’s wrists, smiling when he heard him let out a relaxed sigh. “I promise to be gentle now, okay Dreamie?”

Dream felt the heat rise in his cheeks at the nickname that George always used to fluster him, butterflies in his stomach further heightening the sensation of the ghost tickles. He nodded his head and was sent into another flurry of giggles as George began to kiss over his lower tummy once again, the brunette giggling along with him every time Dream let out a squeak when he would kiss over the patch of skin directly under his belly button.

“Now, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, you are incredible,” Sapnap suddenly continued, making a dig at the oldest boy while still rubbing his thumbs over the thin skin on his wrists. The curly haired brunette slowly began to trace his pointer fingers up Dream’s  forearms, smiling when the giggles turned into little chirpy squeaks. “You are so smart, and you’re so extremely talented, Dream.”

The blonde opened and closed his fists, not knowing what to do with them as he didn’t want to pull them away from Sapnap’s tickling fingers. While the sensation was very tickly, it also felt incredibly relaxing and he didn’t want it to end. The same sensation soon appeared on his tummy as George began lightly tracing over it, sometimes allowing a finger or two to trace over the spots he had just kissed just to make his laugh get a little louder. Dream melted into the bed at this treatment, the softness of it all turning his brain to putty as the two continued their light tickles and praises. 

“You’re such an amazing friend too, Dream. Don’t ever think you’re not. You do so much for everyone, you care so much about everyone no matter what. You really care about us all, and we feel it. And we love you just as much.” Sapnap continued speaking his train of thought, only letting up when he saw that Dream’s eyes had become glassy. He cooed at him and moved his hands from his forearms, instead guiding one through Dream’s curls once again. 

George followed Sap’s lead, slowing down his skittering fingers as he leaned back to sit up, looking down at the boy below him and also audibly cooing at how adorable he was like this. “Gosh Dream, how do you expect us not to tickle you so much when you melt so easily for us?”

His hands, now free from Sapnap’s grip, moved quickly to cover his face, groaning when he heard the other two boys laughing at the action. 

“Oh come on, baby boy, we were nice to you. It wasn’t that bad.” Sapnap purred, feeling his stubble rub across his left ear as the younger boy leaned in closer to speak. Dream let one of his hands temporarily move from his face to rub his palm at the shell of his ear, biting his lips to prevent any more laughter from escaping so he didn’t set them off again. 

“Stohohp! You’re- you’re stihihill both idiohohots!” 

The silence he was met with told Dream that he had made a big mistake. When he was about to lower his hands to see what the other boys were doing, they were pulled away by Sapnap, who had a tight grip on his wrists again. And just like before, Dream watched as he pulled them over his head, the same butterflies he felt earlier reappearing, this time doubling in the fluttery feeling. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he opened his eyes to see George and Sapnap grinning down at him, clearly fueled by the reused insult he was punished for earlier in the night.

“You know, I think our little puppy here could use some more reassurance. What do you think, George?” Dream’s eyes bulged at statement, the butterflies returning once more as he looked between the two boys quickly, feeling his stomach drop as he saw how wide their smirks were.

“Absolutely.” And with that, the tickling began again. Sap continued to trace the gentlest lines up and down his forearms while George littered his tummy with kisses, using his fingertips to skitter lightly at the sides of it. Dream let out a strangled yelp at the second round of tickles, falling into bright giggles as he threw his head back against the blankets, his eyes squeezed shut as he allowed himself to melt further into the mattress.

They continued like this well into the late hours of the night, the two eventually falling down on either side of Dream to cuddle him and drown him in even more praise. The blonde couldn’t stop himself from blushing, the widest smile on his face as his best friends continued to whisper compliments and reassurances until he was sound asleep between them. They each placed a kiss to the top of his before cuddling back down into the human space heater that Dream was, both allowing the calming sounds of Dream’s breathing lull them to sleep.

[ask-the-observatory-gang]

==> INTRODUCTION POST <==

Meet all the guys that you can ask questions, and who will be role-playing them in responses!

(All copy pasted from discord, everything under cut!)

Violet(Vi, V):

-Draws well (I had to)

-Adhd, maybe autism, CHEWS AND GNAWS ON EVERYTHING

-Actually wears her glasses

-Very silly, acts like normal V but sometimes actually genuinely happy and nice

-Totally isn’t the cause behind the bite marks on the landing pod chairs

-Aroace & lesbian flag

-Does the Dino arm thing

-Basically just a fucking cat (purrs, meows, and all that jazz)

-A broken headlight cause yummy yummy (same with crack in tail Vial and screen)

-Acts like a silly cat

-Most of the time unaware of surroundings

-She/her

==> @conniewoof

:!Stars intro!:

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- half snow leopard (somehow)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- slightly talker than the average drone

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- workaholic

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- thinks her scars r cool

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- their pawpads and ear stars r rlly squishy :3 and if u squish her ear stars they make a squeak sound GEHE

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- she's practically a nightlight coz of how glowy they are.. but whenever she goes to sleep they stop glowing lolz

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- rlly likes bugs and studys them nonstop

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- loves analog horror n scary stuff in general,, they just find the concept of it all rlly interesting

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- gets distracted by anything cats would💀

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- rlly likes video games and can defo kick ass in them

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- has a scary ass zombie drone/solver form

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- her nose twitches when she cries shrug emoji

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ -- her tail (elliot) is actually pretty sentient, meaning he can communicate with beeps and boops (even though star can only understand them clearly)

==> @strbrypancakesxd

《☆ Nathan ☆》

<-- ADHD -->

☆▪︎▪︎ Pansexual, Transmasc ▪︎▪︎☆

==> This little man PURRS. He is a dog at heart but he PURRS.(his favorite thing to do)

==> Hehe silly feathered wings(that could still kill a man)

==> Would unironically bark at someone if they annoyed him somehow

==> Is the sweetest guy but oh my goodness does he hold a grudge

==> "Haha oh biscuts that knife right by my heart really hurts- Do you want that back?"

==> PUZZLES. Do not give this man a puzzle he will try to solve it for the next week and no-one will see him

==> Took the nanite acid out of his tail at one point(it hurt like a bitch) and now has a empty stinger as a tail tip instead

==> OBSESSED with keeping his wings clean and nice looking, he literally will put aside any other responsibilities until they're perfect

Silly little Alaskan Malamute inspired guy :3

==> @staruzi002

❦ Revel ❦

❦ Pansexual lil guy

❦ Has a weird hyperfixation on ducks, specifically lil tiny yellow ones and really loves to make random duck comments to fill a conversation.

❦ Anything that might be yellow is going to be gone in approximately 5 seconds of him spotting it

❦ Outgoing with a passion for fashion (OUJI-) and design, has a bit of sass if you by chance try to question his fashion choices. He also uses "girl" and "sis" unironically

❦ Usually passes away at the slightest compliment and will ascend with his wings into the stratosphere to hide himself

❦ Ribbons. Ribbons are the best.

❦ Don't give him any bells or things that squeak, he will indefinitely be playing with them until they break somehow and he'll go into sad lil guy mode for a week on average

❦ “Autobots! Roll out!” *rolls down an ongoing avalanche*

❦ Deathly afraid of spiders but will disintegrate an entire colony

==> @bonkadonkss

☆▪︎▪︎☆

In a mysterious alternate version of Copper-9, this fun little group all met eachother! And now they're here to answer your questions!

So ask away folks!

☆▪︎▪︎☆

RULES --

- No NSFW. For the love of God please none.

- Be nice to the sillies(and the roleplayers) we're just here to have fun!

- These are characters that are from an active rp server, so things might change about them as we go!

- Expect text for most of the answers(unless whoevers answering feels up to doing a doodle), that'll be how they're put most of the time!

[the0ldmann]

Minors DNI. Ageless blogs DNI. You will be blocked on sight.

Yeah this is fluff, but the IP is 18+, so this writing by default is 18+.

Sorry if this uh, fluffy fanfic one-shot isn't very in-character. I tried! But I'm still very new to this fandom and I'm struggling to get a grip on Friend's character, tbh. If you got feedback, lemme hear it!

Writing below the cut. Not proofread. 977 words.

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Cameras.

They came in various sizes, ranging from bulky and requiring two hands, to tiny enough to fit into a pen. The smaller, easy to disguise ones were his favorite. Get the right brand and one button sized camera could run for a long while on the tiniest battery.

Yes, cameras were quite useful and versatile tools- that certainly could not be denied as Friend sat at his desk. One of the monitors in front of him displayed a scene from one of those very cameras. The commissioned plush he was supposed to be sewing lay forgotten on the hard surface in front of him as he watched his Sweetheart.

They were somewhat dancing as they moved around the kitchen of their little apartment. Friend could not tell exactly what they were making, but judging by the various baking pans strewn about the counter and large mixing bowl in their hands he knew it had to be something sweet.

He could see they were saying something. Turning around giddily, putting things away, their mouth moving quickly between words and laughter.

Oh their laughter…

Though he could imagine it, he still wished he could hear the sweet sound instead! Perhaps he should give them a call?

Nah, a call would be too distracting. Not to mention, taking a closer look between the camera trained on them and the ones in their bedroom, it was clear the phone was charging on their nightstand. Friend was digging watching them do their little dance- he didn’t want to interrupt that.

While he was briefly distracted looking for the phone’s location, he missed his Sweetheart putting whatever they were making on a plate and covering it. His attention came back to them as they were rinsing the dishes, stacking them neatly to be washed later. A knife was set to the side of the sink as they then dried their hands.

Watching intently as they went to their room, he saw them pick up their phone. It looked like they were typing out a text message.

Who were they sending that to?

Before he had much time to get jealous, his phone vibrated next to him on the desk.

Sweet<3: Friend! You wouldn’t happen to be busy right now, would you?

Friend looked down at the half-finished plush, a little embarrassed. It should have been ready for stuffing by now. Ah, but he still had three days 'til it needed to be mailed out, he had time. It could be finished tomorrow.

Friend: Not busy enough to be kept from you! ;)

Sweet<3: Haha, well then, if I asked you to come over, would you?

Friend’s heart skipped a beat as he hastily tried to type out a typo free response.

Friend: You don’t even need to ask- I’m already on my way!

Sweet<3: Come on in when you get here~

He didn’t even see the final text as he rushed to grab his car keys. It had been no time at all before he pulled into the apartment building’s parking lot. Thankfully their residence was incredibly close to his house. As an added bonus, the guest parking was relatively empty and he got a spot fairly close to the door.

The door opened just as he went to reach for it.

Sweetheart’s smiling face was a sight to see, making him blush as they hurried him inside.

"Ah, I knew my Friend-senses were tingling!"

“Miss me that much, did you?” Friend teased as Sweetheart playfully took a second to boop his nose.

“Always,” they said while winking at him. Grabbing his hand, they dragged him over to the couch. If they teased him any more, they wondered if he’d be able to see through the inevitable cloud of pink hearts that would float around his head. “Sit down and wait just a moment for me to go grab the surprise!”

“Oh? A surprise?”

There was rustling from the kitchen. It didn't take long for the noises to end and Sweetheart to emerge holding a tray. They set it down on the living room table.

"I know you tell me the plushies are all gifts, but I still feel a little bad that I haven't been able to get you anything. Ah ah!" They put a finger to Friend's mouth as he went to say something. "Obviously I don't have the money to get you anything, and you've probably gotten yourself everything you've wanted or needed anyway. But since the plushies are homemade, I realized there was one homemade thing I could make for you that I know you wouldn't be able to refuse."

As Sweetheart finished speaking, they lifted the covering off the tray to reveal an array of fudges. All of them were cut into little heart shapes and came in varying shades of pink.

"I know you have a sweet tooth, so I figured what better gift to give than the one always bound to keep on giving? Plus I came across this recipe for strawberry fudge that sounded too good to not try. One thing led to another and uh, I might have gotten a little carried away!" They scratched the back of their neck. Setting the covering on the table and then sitting down next to Friend, they waited patiently.

Carefully, he picked one up. He was so gentle with it, it almost made Sweetheart laugh. They managed to hold it in and not ruin the moment as he popped it into his mouth.

Friend couldn't help the small moan that escaped him as he closed his eyes.

"Heehee, I take it I did a good job? I mean, that must be so, if you like it that much!"

He smirked.

"Oh Sweetheart, any job you'd do would be a good one. But with a talent this divine? I should make you my personal baker…"

[broken--stardust]

angel baby - j.t.k.

summary: dad!jake one-shot for MY angel baby :)

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: dad!jake, newborn baby, fluff so sweet it'll give you cavities

word count: 1.2k

Jake's eyes sprang open as he sat up with a jolt. He tapped on his phone and squinted at the sudden glow, reading the time. 2:53 a.m. He listened for just a moment, as he tried to decipher what awoke him. You began to stir slightly as you nestled into his warmth from his empty spot in bed, snoring a low, quiet rumble as you fell back into a deep sleep. He smiled at the sound. It had been quite awhile since you'd slept so deeply, let alone snored. As he watched you slumber, he heard the noise that must've woken him up. A high-pitched wail from through his closed door that threatened to split his heart in two, as it did every time he heard it. "Shit" he whispered as he felt you begin to stir again.

He stood from the bed as quickly and quietly as he could, performing a little dance across the hardwood floor to the bedroom as he avoided the boards that creaked, long grown familiar as you and he had shared this home for the last 3 years. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door the smallest amount to avoid any squeaking, shut it silently behind him, and tiptoed across the hall to a room that’s door was already slightly ajar. "Shhh..." he began to soothe as soon as he crossed the threshold. He leaned over a white wooden crib and took in the sight of the screaming baby girl inside it, a wild mop of dark wavy hair stuck in tear-dampened strands across her face. "I'm here, Rhi, Daddy's here" he said as he picked up the warm bundle of blankets from the crib. Her wails lessened at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his large, protective hands stroking her back, but the sobs still wracked through her tiny body as he held her tightly against his bare chest. “Shhh, baby, you’re okay,” he whispered as he gently bounced her in the moonlight streaming in through her sheer curtains. He felt her begin to still in his arms, and he pulled her slightly away from him to assess her state, her tears leaving wet streaks on his skin. She stared up at him with her big, deep brown eyes, much like his own, sparkling with the remnants of her tears, her bottom lip stuck out in a quivering pout. “Oh, honey, you are just fine,” he said as he kissed her forehead and began his nightly dad routine.

He changed her diaper, forgoing putting her pajamas back on as it was a warm night and began to feed her the bottle you had pre-made for her earlier. He rocked her slowly in the pink, plush rocking chair in the corner of the room, and glanced down at his daughter’s face to see her staring right back at him with her wide, bright eyes. “Now, Rhiannon,” he began in a mock, scolding tone, “you are supposed to be falling back asleep when I do this.” She merely blinked. He grinned at her chubby fingers holding his hand that held her bottle and looked back into her eyes. “You sure are a Kiszka, aren’t you? Stubborn thing.” He placed the bottle on the side table as it was long gone. “Well, what do you plan on doing instead if you’re not going back to sleep, huh?” he asked as he booped her nose, causing her to let out a tiny, melodic giggle that warmed his body from head to toe. He giggled right along with her, speaking little teasing phrases to her. This wasn’t out of the ordinary at all for Jake and Rhiannon. He frequently conversed with her about anything and everything, and he swore up and down she understood everything he was saying. She was responsive too, with little smiles, blinks and giggles, and undiscernible noises.

“I can’t wait ‘til you get a little older, Rhi. There’re so many things I’m gonna teach you. You wanna learn guitar like Daddy? I bet you’ll be a natural. Probably a brilliant little singer too like your Uncle Josh.” he mused as he rocked her. She continued to smile and stare into his eyes, all her attention on him. “I wonder what sports you’re gonna play. You think you’re gonna try soccer like Daddy? Or maybe softball like Mommy. I don’t know, you were quite the kicker, you really wore your mom out. I bet you’ll play soccer.” He kissed her little cherub cheeks as he spoke to her. He carried on, telling her stories about he and his brothers and sister when they were younger, about his first guitar, when he learned piano and any little thought that crossed his mind, until he looked down again and saw that her eyes were finally closed. “I bored you to sleep, huh” he smiled. He slowly eased his way up from the rocking chair and carried her to her crib where he carefully lowered her back into a bundle of blankets. He watched her lips part slightly as she shifted in the bundle, and cautiously backed away towards the door when he heard a shaky sniffle. “Oh no no no,” he started as he took two big strides back to the side of her crib, “Baby, you gotta be good and go to sleep, Mommy is so tired.” She let out a pitiful little cry, and with that he had an idea.

You awoke early enough that your room was still washed in darkness, but late enough you actually felt refreshed for the first time in a few months. You stretched slightly, and realized you were partially on Jake’s side, but it was empty, the sheets cold, indicating he hadn’t been in bed for at least a couple hours. You massaged the sleep from your eyes and grabbed your glasses from the nightstand, setting them on the bridge of your nose as you stood up from the bed. You could sense the house was still and quiet, so your husband and daughter must be asleep somewhere. You tiptoed around the hardwood floor to the closed bedroom door, avoiding the creaks. You reached Rhiannon’s door, and peered into her room as you slowly opened it, the sight before you caused tears to spring from the corners of your eyes and your breath to hitch in your throat. Jake was curled into the fetal position in Rhiannon's crib, and she was tucked snugly skin-to-skin against his bare chest, his hand holding her whole bare torso just above her diaper, and her little hand on top of his, holding his thumb. Both their mouths were parted slightly, the tiniest bit of drool coming from the corners, indicating their deep sleep. You inched forward silently and grabbed one of her blankets hanging over the back of the crib and threw it over Jake’s legs to help maintain some warmth and comfort. You couldn’t reach either of their faces to actually kiss them due to the depth of the crib, so you kissed the tips of your fingers and lightly grazed them over each of their cheeks. “I love you both so much, my angel babies.” You whispered as you backed out of the room. -fin.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I just had a funny drabble idea! Peter 3 pulling tickle pranks on Peter 1, like when he has his ankle hanging off the couch or if he's got his arms over his head, Peter 3 likes to sneak up on him!

Ler!Peter3 Lee!Peter1

Surprise Attack

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww, I love it Anon! ❤️ Hope you enjoy :))

Peter 1 sensed it a moment too late. He was distracted by a game on his phone and wasn't paying attention. When his guard was down, a finger slid across his foot.

The youngest Peter squeaked and yanked his foot away. "Three! Is that you!" The youngest crawled to the edge of the couch and peered over the arm.

No one was there.

"Huh?" Peter 1 sat back down. "Must be imaging thiIINGS!"

One whipped around. A finger had wiggled into his neck, but no one was behind him. The youngest quickly checked behind the couch and it was empty.

"Three?"

No response.

The youngest Peter was confused. However, he had a sneaking suspicion the middle brother was lingering around. To test his theory, Peter 1 lifted his arms above his head in a fake stretch.

Sure enough, a hand wiggled in each of his armpits.

One squealed and slammed his arms down, effectively trapping the hands.

"Hey!" A voice exclaimed.

One turned. "I knew it!"

"Sohorry Bug." Three chuckled. "If you leave your tickle spots open, I have to tickle them."

"Yohou don't hahave to, you juhust want toho!"

"Nope, it's the law." Three sat down next to his brother. "I see the tickle spots, I tickle the tickle spots."

Peter 1 squirmed. "Thahat's aha stuhupid ruhule!"

Three smirked. "Then why haven't you let my hands go?"

The youngest looked down. He had forgotten he had trapped the middle brother's hands in his armpits.

Three's fingers began to wiggle deeper into his armpits. "If you let my fingers go, I can stop."

A squeal left One's mouth as his wiggling picked up. "NOHO!"

"No you don't want it? Or no you won't let my fingers go?"

One didn't respond, his blush just darkened.

"Ihi see." Peter 3 switched to massaging his thumbs into the youngest's armpits. "So it isn't a stuhupid rule."

The youngest Peter squirmed even harder. "IHI CAHANAHA!"

The next instant, Peter 1 squirmed hard enough to topple himself over into Three's lap. Both brothers were laughing now.

"Ahare you ahalright?" Three asked.

"Yeheah, Ihim gohood."

Three lifted his legs so he could cradle the youngest. "How are you so precious?"

Peter 1 playfully pushed at his older brother. "Nahat prehecious."

"Ihi beg to differ." Three poked the different spots as he cooed. "That little nose, and those cute little ears, and those adorable little giggles. You're more precious to me than you could ever realize."

One was an embarrassed mess in his older brother's lap. How could Three love him so much after all the crap he had put him through?

"Hey." A boop to the nose got One's attention. "I know that look, and whatever bad thing you're thinking about yourself is not true."

"But . . ."

Three ruffled his hair. "But nothing Pumpkin. I love you so much that I'd go through hell and back if it meant being with you."

A small smile appeared on One's face. "Thank you."

"Anytime Pumpkin." The middle brother placed his hand on One's stomach. "But I think I should give you a reminder."

For the rest of the morning, Three made sure his little brother knew how loved he truly was.

[blurrykageyama]

Sunrise Kiss (Manjiro Sano x reader)

Warnings: feminine pronouns, kissing

Enjoy :D

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You slipped on your favorite hoodie. After seeing a text from your boyfriend, Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, to hang out, you jumped up. You quietly slipped your shoes on as your phone vibrated against your cotton blanket. It was Mikey.

-I’m outside :)

- - Okie Dokie. I’m coming :)

-Okayyyy <3

You put your phone in your pocket and walked over to your window. You peeked out the window and were greeted by a smiling Mikey in a grey hoodie waving up at you. When he noticed your figure. You waved back and opened the window. “Jump down. I’ll catch you.” He whisper-yelled. You looked at him hesitantly. You’re on the second floor. You know Mikey is super strong, but that didn’t stop you from hesitating. He smiled softly and held out his arms. “I promise, I’ll catch you, Y/n.” You blushed at his gentle smile and reassuring tone. I hate how much control he has over me. You thought as you puffed your cheeks and jumped. He caught you bridal style. Mikey smiled down at you in his arms. “See, caught ya didn’t I?” you smiled.

“Hey, Pretty Girl.” he said.

“Hey, Mikey.”

Mikey put you down and took your right hand into his left one. “Your hands are always cold.” He laughed. You intertwined fingers and he put your laced hands in his warm pocket. The streets were empty and quiet, but it was nice. After a couple of minutes of talking and laughing, you asked a question.

“Oh, um...where are we going?”

“A nice spot I found that I thought you’d like.” He turned to you and smiled. “It’s quiet and we can watch the sunrise. I’ve never seen anyone there except for me.”

“That does sound really nice.” you smiled.

At the sight, his smile grew wider. “I know, right?”

You stopped at the crosswalk. “We just turn here.” Mikey pointed to the left with his free hand. After one or two blocks you turned right and cut through a parking lot. “Alright, we just have to hop this fence.” He pointed to a fence. Beyond the fence was a thick-looking brush. Mikey went first then helped you over. He took your hand again. “It’s just this way.” After a couple of feet through the bushes, it opened up to a clearing, a giant grass hill that stretched down until it met a river, sand lining it. There were flowers of all colors scattered across the grassy decline.

“Wow.”

“Pretty, huh?”

“Yes, super pretty.”

“Like you.” He booped your nose.

You stopped and blushed. “Um...thank you.”

He led you onto the hill. That’s when you noticed there was a blanket laid out. He sat down on it and patted the spot beside him, “Come sit.” you complied. He put his arm around you and you leaned into his chest. “Your hair smells good.” He said into your hair. You laughed. “Thank you.” He stopped for a moment and pulled away, making you face him sitting straight up.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Will you stay with me forever?”

You laughed. “Yes, of course.”

“No, I mean it.”

Mikey’s eyes were sad. He brushed the hair from in front of your eyes so he could see your entire face before continuing. “I need you. You make me happy. Even if you don’t love me anymore, please stay around me.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. I won’t leave you, I promise.” you replied, gentle yet firm.

He smiled softly and hugged you.

“Thank you...I just-I don’t want to lose you.” He said softly.

Tears began to blur your vision. Mikey tightened his hold of you and sniffled. “I love you, Manjiro Sano.” You whispered half hoping he would hear, half hoping he wouldn’t.

He sniffled again before answering. “I love you too, [full name].”

Your heart tightened upon hearing those words yet you laughed because he rarely uses your real name unless it’s something like this or he’s messing with you. You pulled back, smiling softly. You both wiped your tears. “Did you really sneak me out to make me cry?” you asked as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your hoodie. He laughed.

“Seems like it, huh?... Oh, look.” You followed his extended index finger. The sun was coming up.

Its beautiful pink and blue rays lit up your eyes. The water sparkled with color as the sun woke.

You were so engulfed in the sunrise that you didn’t see Mikey smiling at you or him getting closer. His right hand lightly grabbed your chin, turning you to face him. He placed his lips against yours. You were surprised at first, but relaxed after a second. He moved his hand from your chin to your waist and you put your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him as you kissed. You both separated after a couple of moments. “I should probably get you home.” He rubbed your cheek with the pad of his right thumb. You pouted. He laughed and booped your nose.

“Let’s go, Cutie.”

“Fiiiiiiine.”

He helped you up. You interlaced fingers once again and he put them in his hoodie pocket.

“That was really nice.” you said, smiling brightly.

Mikey smiled. “I’m happy that you liked it.”

“Alright, get on my shoulders, Pretty Girl.” You were standing directly under your bedroom window. You looked at him confused. “How else are you going to get back?” He asked, raising his right eyebrow.

You sighed then laughed. “I don’t know.”

“Come on then, babe.”

He crouched down and you climbed on his shoulders. He stood up to his full height. You reached your window and climbed inside. After you got in, you poked your head out and gave Mikey a thumbs up. He gave you a thumbs-up back. He put his hands on either side of his mouth and whisper-yelled “I’ll be back after your parents leave.”

You laughed. “You’re bad.”

“You like it.” He winked at you.

You winked back. “I love you, Pretty Boy.”

His eyes sparkled. “A pet name?! Finally!!”

“Q-quite down, you’ll wake them.”

He laughed and apologized. “I love you too.”

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Thank you for reading! For some reason, I think Mikey excessively uses nicknames for his significant other.

Byeeeeee~

[kileaderie]

Migraine: Part 6

  ∙↬ Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Doctor!Reader

  ∙↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

  ∙↬ AU Selected: Arranged Marriage

  ∙↬ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

  ∙↬ Warnings: soft dom!Seonghwa, sub!Reader, fingering, vanilla sex, protected sex, making out, praise, etc.

Word Count: 6.7K+ Words.

Summary: You have been stressing out a lot lately, making your husband worried. He then helped you in a way that can make you feel a lot better.

Author’s Note: I am very, very new in this genre, of course I’ve read a lot but never actually wrote one, so please bear with me, it’s my first time writing something with a genre of smut, anyway, enjoy.

Taglists: @treasure-hwa @lmhmh01​

Seonghwa stirs in his sleep, moving around in bed and his hand reaching out only to meet with an empty spot beside him. He frowns and slowly opens his eyes. His line of vision was met with the slightly opened door. He shifts his gaze from the door to the clock beside the bed, which currently reads 03:13. He frowns as he sees the time, kicking the sheets off of him and slipping into his pair of slippers. He scratches his head while walking out of his room, he was surprised that you're not in the living room but instead, he found you on the balcony.

He absentmindedly observes you from the living room, your hands constantly holding onto the glass fence as your eyes looking upwards. The cold breeze brushes softly against your face and your hair lightly being blown by the wind. When you turn your chin a bit, Seonghwa was astounded by your beauty as he could see the light from the moon illuminates your calm face, gazing at the stars that decorate the dark sky. He stays still with a slightly gaped mouth as your stunning visual takes his breath away. On the spur of the moment, he exhales softly and confidently made his way towards you.

He silently standing beside you as he also looks at the stars. You look at him with wide eyes while he projected his serious face. He then pointed up and moved his index finger around, ending it with a boop on the tip of his nose. He suddenly smiled and snickered as he looks at your confused face. He let his delicate hand rests on top of yours. He gently pats your hands before taking one of them and only let your index finger out, pointing it towards the shining stars. Without saying any word, he smoothly moves your hand around towards the sky. Just then you realized he was connecting the stars. You listened while he whispered the alphabets.

"S." He formed an S.

"M." Then, an M.

"I." Followed with an I.

"L." Continue with an L.

"E." Finishing it with an E.

He then brings your index finger to boop the tip of your nose to end the connection of the stars earlier. The sudden touch made you giggled and a wide yet sincere smile spreading across your face. He chuckled and revealing his toothy smile. You then felt his warm hand clasping on yours, you suddenly realized just how cold you were the whole time. So you hold onto his hand and intertwining your fingers with his, seeking warmth even just a little bit. You immediately relaxed when you felt his touch making you feel warmer in seconds.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked.

"Yeah, just have a lot on my mind right now." You exhaled as you let go of his hand.

"I see.." He nodded as he watches you lean against the glass fence again.

"You can go back to sleep, I'll just stay here for maybe a few minutes."

Seonghwa freezes for a second, glancing from you then the sky. He then walked inside, leaving you to be alone for a while. Just then, the clinking sound of two cups being placed on the glass table made you turn around. In a flash, Seonghwa draped his jacket over your shoulder and helped you to properly wear it. Once he's done zipping up the zipper, he giggled at how his average-sized jacket looks big on you. The sleeves were a little too long that they covered both of your hands completely.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he grabbed your sleeve-covered hand, guiding you towards the couch. He takes a seat on the couch and you took the vacant seat beside him. He continues to offer you the cup of coffee that you usually drink in the morning. You take the cup and thanked him, taking a few sips as he watches you. You simply smile while giving him a thumb up as a response to the coffee he made. He takes his cup of tea and drinks it as he watches the sky with a light apologetic smile on his face. Then, he put down his cup, turning his chin to face you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud, he'd break the peaceful moment.

You shook your head. "No need, just you being here has already helped." You set down the empty cup on the table and smiled at him. "Thank you."

Quietly, he took your hand again, gently rubbing your knuckles. "My pleasure." He whispered with a warm smile.

You just parked your car outside of the hospital and got into the building. Now, you were on your way towards Jaehun's room. You just got a text that he has awoken from his deep sleep after the surgery from last night. You currently rush towards his room, just then you saw a doctor stepping out of the room with a stressed face. You panted as you stand still, he took off his glasses and spotted you there. He then tilted his head to the door, directing you to go inside. You nodded and push the handle open, stepping inside of the room to see more doctors standing and surrounding Jaehun's mother.

"Of course there would be risk factors as we're performing the surgery, ma'am." You heard one of them speaks.

"He could get a stroke, bleeding in his brain, a blood clot, and so on, ma'am." Another man adds.

You peek behind the walls and saw Jaehun staring outside of the window, firmly placing his hand on the glass. Last night, the guy, Jung Wooyoung, was biting his nail while listening to his seniors' conversation. He then saw you and clear his throat while jerking his thumb towards Jaehun. You nodded and shuffles towards him, carefully placing your hands on his shoulders. He looks up to you and hugged your legs tightly. Even the other doctors stop talking and their eyes fall on you both. You pushed Jaehun gently and patted his head, he stares at you with glistening eyes.

"Doctor Yoo, may I talk to you personally?" Your senior called and both of you walked out.

"What is it, Doctor Kang?" "You've done several surgeries, am I correct?" You hesitantly nodded.

"And some of them are about brain surgery, right?" "Yeah, what about it?" He sighs and scoffed.

"That boy really wanted you to do the surgery on him, and I know you've done most of them on adults but, he insisted to let you do it."

"I would love to but.. don't you remembered what happened last year?" "Of course I remember, but this is the only way, Doctor Yoo."

"I.. I'll think about it.." "Make sure to think quick, we ain't the one controlling the time." He patted your shoulder and went to the room again.

You sigh out in frustration, clenching your fists, and walked away. You entered your office and sits on your chair, bouncing your legs as you felt anxious about the surgery. You rested your head back, staring at the ceiling. Just then the terrible memory came back to your mind. You cover your face to prevent yourself from getting any further into the memory and standing up, heading towards home.

"No, mom.. They're not for us." Seonghwa sighs while massaging his left temple.

"They're gifts for Hongjoong's soon-to-be-born daughter." He explained and Mrs. Park exhaled.

"Aigoo, I was expecting a grandchild already, you know, since both of you are getting along very well." His mother teases as she carries the bedsheets towards the washing machine.

"That'll have to wait, mom, I want Y/n to be ready as well," Seonghwa said while leaning against the doorframe.

"Alright, take your time but don't take too long." She threatens him, only making him chuckled.

"Of course, mom." He smiled and his ears perked up when he heard the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it."

Seonghwa immediately speeds walking towards the front door. When he opened the door, he met with a delivery guy. The guy showed a parcel with your name on it and Seonghwa nodded, taking it and thanked the delivery guy. After shutting the door, he went inside and inspects your parcel at the entrance. Just then his ears perked up when he heard his name being called from the living room. Seonghwa carries your stuff and went to see his mother.

"Hm?" He hummed as he tilted his head.

"Everything is perfectly done, except for the sheets, they're still in the washer." "Oh, it's fine, I can handle that, thanks, mom." She smiled and nodded.

"Oh, you bought something online?" She asked and he shook his head.

"It's not mine, it's Y/n's." "I see, well I have to go now, my friends wanted to meet up." Seonghwa smiled as he hugged her, guiding her towards the front door.

He stares vacantly at your parcel, squishing and inspecting it, it was hard and thick. He got curious about what's inside and fiddled with the edge of the plastic but then he remembered it's yours. He shook his head and was about to put your parcel in your room but then the door behind him opened. He swung his head and turn his body fully around. He saw your sour face as you struggle to take off your shoes. You bend down a bit and put the shoes earlier under the bench. You lift your gaze to meet with Seonghwa's warm small smile and a package in his hand.

"You're home early." You snickered and nodded.

"Mhm, I feel like home is the best place that I able to think properly." He tilted his head, confused by your words.

"Think about what?" "Just some stuff, honey." He then nodded.

"So.. Jaehun has awoken?" "Yeah.. Can we talk about it later? I want to take a shower now." You smiled.

"If you say so.. Anyway, you got a delivery." He said and handed it to you.

"Ah, thank you, finally it has arrived." "What's inside it?" "Just some medical books." You patted his right cheek before walking to your room.

"You're stressing out too much.." He whispered to himself as he watches you.

Jaehun stares outside of the window, all he can do now was to stay in his room, resting but he wanted to walk around in the garden. The natural sunlight beaming, making him squints his eyes to look at the sky. He could hear the sound of the door creaking as someone entered his room before closing it again. He was too engrossed by the beauty that the sky hold and he didn't even bother to look who is it. In his mind, he tried to make the most possible guess.

"I have taken the medicine, mom."

"That's good to know, but I'm not your mother, Jaehun-ie." Answered by a male voice.

Jaehun immediately turns around and his pupils dilated. "Seonghwa-hyung?" He questions.

"Nice to see you again." He smiled, placing a bouquet of flowers he brought on the stand beside the hospital bed.

Hearing him sigh as he takes a seat on the sofa, Jaehun walked towards the flowers. He holds them and a small smile appears on his slightly pale face. Seonghwa reaches his hand out for Jaehun's head, stroking him gently. Seonghwa clears his throat and motions him to sit beside him and Jaehun followed, quietly taking the empty seat. Silent all the way until Jaehun decided to ask him a question.

"Did I pressured noona..?" "Hm? What do you mean by that?" "I.. want noona to be there, performing the surgery on me."

"Ah.." "Hyung, would noona reject my request?" He tugged on his sleeve.

"I don't know.. It's her decision, Jaehun." Jaehun sighs and nods.

"But.. Hyung, can you convince her? Please?" Jaehun pleads, staring at Seonghwa's eyes.

"I'll.. try my best, don't worry." He pats his head and smiled.

"You're not taking your evening stroll?" "I wanted to but Doctor Kang-ie doesn't let me, he's afraid I'll suddenly pass out." He pouts.

"Well, since I'm here, I could keep an eye on you." Seonghwa smiles, holding Jaehun's small hand.

"Then Seonghwa-hyung has to carry me on his back, I wanna feel tall!" He got off the sofa and bounces in excitement, earning a low chuckle from Seonghwa.

"Sure thing." He crouches to let him easily got onto his back. "Hop on." Jaehun wrapped his arms around Seonghwa's neck and he stood up.

"Alright, to the garden we go." He stepped out of the room and make their way towards the garden, spending time talking and eating ice cream together.

In a usual cafe that Seonghwa used to hang out, he sat silently near the window. He takes a few sips of his iced lemon tea while staring outside, watching as the passerby walking past the small cafe he's in. He then spotted the familiar guy that parked his motorbike in front. He took off his helmet and exposed his blonde head, fixing his hair a bit then he got off his bike. He noticed Seonghwa was observing him and he smiled, gladly entered the cafe, and took the empty seat in front of him.

"You said you have something for me, what is it?" He eagerly asks, grinning all the way.

Seonghwa scoffs before pulling out bags after bags under the table and perfectly places them on the table. Hongjoong's eyes sparkled, happily looking and examining the baby stuff. He was such in awe that he cooed almost at everything. Seonghwa stares with adoration, feeling pleased that his friend loves the gift you and him got for him. After he took in everything, he thanked Seonghwa, and both of them talked for a while until a certain topic became slightly serious.

"Hey, uh.. I'm a little worried about Y/n's situation." He gulped, playing with the straw.

"What's up?" Hongjoong sits straight, feeling interested.

"I just think that she's stressing herself maybe a bit too much." He sighs.

"Making me feel slightly worried about her mental health, you know?" Seonghwa scratches the back of his neck.

"I see.." Hongjoong nodded as his tongue poked his inner cheek.

"I told her to take some rest but nope, still studying and working." Seonghwa sighs.

"Sometimes I wondered if she ever got any rest, but then again, home or not, she's still the same."

"Then why don't you help her relieve some stress?" Hongjoong lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, casually suggests the idea.

"What's that?" Seonghwa didn't catch it at first and Hongjoong leaned against the chair, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Help her." He then leaned forward. "Relief some of her stress." He strictly stated.

"And.. how am I supposed to do that?" Seonghwa curiously asked, earning a devilish smirk from Hongjoong.

"It's easy, and I think every male in this world would agree with my idea." Seonghwa tilted his head and Hongjoong sighs.

"You need to step up your game, Hwa." Hongjoong rested his arms on the armrest.

"Step up- Oh.. I get it now." He facepalmed himself, earning a contagious laugh from Hongjoong.

"Hah~ Park Seonghwa, still the slowest in these things." Hongjoong teased, making Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he sips on his drink.

"So.. tonight?" Seonghwa asked. "Tonight it is." Hongjoong chuckled at his friend's flushed face.

"Alright, wish me luck." "You don't need luck, all you need is the skill for tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows and Seonghwa blankly glare at him.

Hongjoong awkwardly tugging on his earlobe. "Ahem, good luck. Yeah."

You walked out of your bathroom wearing a pair of joggers and a white sweater, ambling towards your desk. You sit down and set up your laptop on the desk, pulling out your notebook and the new medical books. You then went on research, minutes turn to hours until it begins to get really dark outside. You look down at the crumpled papers scattered on the desk and onto the floor. Your brain begins to get tired, you can't even understand anything that's written nor the images that were shown on your laptop screen. You put down your pen and rubbed your eyes. Suddenly, Seonghwa knocks on your door and peeks his head in.

"Y/n?" He whispers. "Mhm..?" You hummed as an answer.

"Are you.." He stops mid-sentence as he enters your room. "Busy-?"

He was shocked at how you're surrounded by the mess you've made. You turn your chair around and saw his unamused expression, frowning as he catches sight of the papers. You look down at your work and sighed, slumping in your chair. Seonghwa let out a harsh breath, eyes were fierce as he glares at you. Just then, his gaze softens when you look up at him with tired eyes. He puts on a warm smile as he strokes your head before crouching to pick up the crumpled papers, throwing them into the dust bin. You watch as he cleans up but something else catches your attention, your phone starts buzzing and you see texts from Doctor Kang.

For a second, you forget Seonghwa's presence in the room and take the phone in your hands, reading the messages slowly. Nothing positive really, just him pressuring you about earlier, asking you to make your decision as soon a possible. Then you heard Seonghwa's footsteps walking towards you. He stood behind you and awkwardly places his hands on your shoulders. You place your phone back on the desk and huffed while desperately tried to control your unstable emotions at the moment. You then heard a soft yet concerned 'Hey' from him.

"Do you.. want a back massage?" He hesitantly whispered.

"Back massage?" Your ears twitched and you glance up at him with wide eyes.

"I've been out for hours with a friend and you're still here, sitting." He sighs before he continues.

"And I believe that your back must have been hurting by now." You hummed, his words are facts in your ears.

"Also.. You seem stressed out and uh.. Hongjoong suggests that I should give you a massage so you'll feel better after." He explains lightly gripping on your shoulders.

You gave him a long, suspicious look, and then you nodded, supposed you could give it a try and not letting go of the opportunity to get a free massage. You get up from your chair and climb onto your bed. You lie flat on your stomach and presented him with your back. He excused himself, saying he'll be right back and you just hummed. Sighing, you crossed your arms and rested your chin on them as you sank deeper into your arms. Seonghwa came back, a tiny bottle in his hand. He proceeds to get onto the bed and sit down on your right side.

"You don't have to worry, I'm a professional." He snickered at his own words.

You scoffed softly. "Sure you are, honey."

Seonghwa gently gathered your hair and lifted it over your shoulder. He puts some of the gel-like substance on his palm and slipped his hands under your shirt, softly started to massage you. Your eyes closed in bliss as he ran his skilled hands over the tense skin of your back, rubbing at the muscles worn and tired. His breath hitched when you let out a grunt but he continues with a stroke from your mid-back to the points of your shoulders, and then back down around your shoulder blades.

"Such a smooth skin.." He mutters to himself.

Just then he felt your bra straps got into his way too much, making him struggle to feel your warm skin against his cold hands. Without a warning, he casually unclipped the hook. You were surprised at the moment but when he continues with his massage, you relaxed once again. You didn't know what that gel-stuff was, but it felt amazing. At first, it was cooling but started to get warmer after a while. So warm and calming, plus, Seonghwa's fingers were magic. Not only did the area that was too sensitive to even touch felt much better, but he massaged your whole back and shoulders. The pain was very numbed now, and you actually enjoying it a lot.

So much, that a silent sigh and hum of approval escaped your partly open lips as you discovered that Seonghwa's hands tensed a bit against your back. You wondered whether his hands hurt from massaging you for quite a while now. When you were about to turn around to thank him and letting him rest, you suddenly felt a pair of soft lips landed on your nape. He was neither pecking it nor kissing it passionately. The single, soft kiss sent electric sparks through you, and for some reason, you relaxed into it.

Seeing his action didn't have a negative reaction, Seonghwa dared to place another chaste kiss, this time on your exposed neck. Before he had time to kiss more of your delicate skin, you turned your head around a bit to look at him. Seonghwa's eyes were heavily lidded, his pupils a little dilated. It felt honest, nothing felt this sincere for such a long time. Just then he turns your body, making you laid flat on your back and him hovering above you. Your right hand gripped and accidentally ripped his black button-up collar as he aggressively turns you around, exposing his visible collarbone and toned chest.

"S-seonghwa..?" Your heart skipped a bit as his hands rested on either side of your head.

"Y/n.. I.." He breathes out heavily as he looked elsewhere.

He then brings his gaze full of lust back onto you, fiercely staring deeply into your widen eyes. He bites his bottom lip and leaned forward, he hesitated for a second but then he gathers all of his courage and lets his forehead rested against yours. He didn't blink once, making your eyes locked into his. You can feel his soft breath fanning your face. He then slips his hand behind you and slowly caresses your lower back.

Forcefully, he wrapped his arms around your waist and jerked your body to be closer to his, making you gasped. Seonghwa's intense gaze never leaving your trembling ones, you never thought he'll be this bold towards you. As he leaned his hips onto you, you could feel how his erection just seemed to get harder and harder. You harshly whimper at the hardness of him and gripped tightly onto the collar as he slowly rocked his hips, his manhood rubbing against your entrance. Your left hand tried to push him by the shoulder but he won't budge.

"Seong-!" "Y/n, please." He cut you off and pressed his forehead harder against yours.

"I want to make you feel better.. much, much better." He shakily exhales as he closes his eyes.

"I understand if you don't want this.." He swallowed greedily.

"But.." He bit his bottom lips before he opened his eyes, revealing that alluring eyes again.

"Don't you want me to continue, baby?"

Seonghwa's words caught you off guard that made you close your eyes. Seonghwa warmly smiles and lifted his forehead and body off of you. He lowers his head as he somewhat towers over you, hands firmly gripping the bedsheets on both sides of your head. You inhaled deeply and when you open your eyes to face him, you only get to see the top of his head. Without further ado, your hands slowly reaching towards his face, cradling his soft cheeks in your palm. Seonghwa flinches as your warm hands touched him, he then raises his head and stares at you with gentle eyes.

"Please.. continue." He widens his eyes and you smiled.

"Seonghwa." You kindly pull his face closer to yours. "I'm yours, forever." You promised earnestly.

Seonghwa visibly jolted as you speak and at a slow speed, he brought his hands up to brush against yours on his face, easing them away. Lacing your fingers together, he guided them down to rest on the pillow to either side of your face, leaving him to entirely tower over you. He hesitantly leaned forward but he stops. You questioningly look at him and he panted, blankly stares at you. You smiled, grasping his hands tenderly, and nodded sheepishly, not sure of what to say anymore.

He swallows thickly before leaning forward again, smoothly brushes his lips upon yours. You closed your eyes and kissed his lips the same way he kissed your neck, soft and slow, with the mouth just slightly apart. You cracked your jaw open, letting him slowly slide his tongue into your mouth, caressing every inch of you that he could reach. You couldn't resist the moan that escaped you as his lips becoming more insistent. His hips slowly, teasingly rolling against you, pressing his growing bulge against your core for the briefest, teasing moment.

Releasing one of your hands, he trailed his fingers down your side, until he found the hem of your white sweater. He broke the kiss and locked eyes with you. His fingers rubbed tentatively at your sweater, his eyes bright and unwavering as he waited in a silent question until you nodded your consent. He calmly smiles and slowly peels the top along with your bra up over your head. You felt exposed and were slightly cold from the sudden chill of the room but he lovingly stares at you, leaning down, and went back to kissing you, moving his lips along your jaw and down to your neck.

You stayed still until you gasped when your husband tilted his head and his nose brushed against your neck, his hot breath fanning on it. At the corner of his eyes, he watches as your cheeks turned pink. Your free hand gripped his collar again and you tilted your head a bit, his smile grows as he takes your hint and begins to kiss his trail back up. His lips drag slowly over your skin until he reaches a point he desires to nip and nibble, finding the spot under your jaw that sends a hum of pleasure through as he sucks.

He rolled one nipple between the pads of his fingers, teasing it and making you arch up into his touch. He goes further down and planted open-mouthed kisses to the other, running his tongue over it in figure-eight patterns. His hand shifted to palm your breast and the other gripped even tighter to your own. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt a warmth pooling in your core and you whined his name, causing him to look up to you through hooded eyes.

"Feeling better?.." He asked, his breathy voice breath over your sensitive skin made you buck into his touch again.

"Yes.." You breathed. "Much better.."

He gladly nodded and his hand and mouth began wondering again. From there, he eagerly lapped your stomach with his tongue and placed deep kisses against it. His fingers passing over every inch of your stomach until they reached your joggers. Gently hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulled them down just enough to let him suck on your hip bone. You whined again, feeling overwhelmed by every touch he did.

He let out a low chuckle before returning his lips to yours, kissing you momentarily to distract you from his hand. He deepens the kiss as his hand dipped beneath your clothes to brush against your folds. He swallowed down your moans greedily as he circled your clit with his two long fingers. Your free hand clenched his shirt until your knuckles turn white, heels dug into the mattress as his thumb heavily pressed against your clit, giving it a rough rub. It didn't take long for him to bring you to the edge, crying out his name as your first orgasm crashed over you.

Feeling pleased, he continued to tease your sensitive nub as he slid his middle finger inside and twirled it around, stroking and teasing your wall. He sent in his index finger to join the first, your entrance offering no resistance. Finally, after some struggling, he managed to slip his ring finger into you. The digits curled to hit just the right spot, setting a quick, sharp rhythm that had pleasure coiling in you again. Breaking your kiss, he trailed his lips down your throat to your pulse point, sucking gently on it. Laving his tongue over the reddening mark he made.

"Seonghwa! I.." You moaned.

"Come for me again, baby." He muttered against your skin.

"Release all of your stress." His voice was nearly as strained as yours as he felt your muscles flutter around his fingers.

"Seong..hwa.." You stutter.

"Do it, my love." He pressed a little harder on your clit and finally, you shattered with a cry.

"Perfect.. You're perfect." He purred as he pulls out his fingers.

"Lift your hips a bit." He commands and you did as he told.

Upon opening your eyes, you hadn't realized you were clenching tight, panting to catch your breath, you glanced down. The sight of his head between your legs, the feel of his teasing kisses he planted on your inner thighs as he slid your joggers and the rest off. You let out a gasp as he took both of your thighs in his hands and pushing them apart for his face to comfortably settle in. You held your breath in anticipation, watching closely how his lips ghosted above your exposed sex.

A single long lick went up to your slit and you moaned both in relief and pleasure, resting your head back on the mattress. Your nails dug into the white sheets while the other hand holding onto his black hair as you bucked into him. Your eyes closed on instinct and you let yourself succumb to his mouth, feeling how his fingers held your folds open and his tongue went inside you.

You squirmed and held onto his hair tighter when a low guttural moan left his lips and reverberated up your body. His tongue thrusting as far as it could go and swirling around, testing how much you could stretch for him. Seonghwa felt your thighs tightened excitedly around his head, and he pulled his tongue out. Suddenly, he thrust his fingers back into you, brushing against you and you screamed, stars exploding across your vision.

His lips continue to surround the nub and a high-pitched keen left your lips, closing his head between your legs. That doesn't stop him from slowly moving his fingers in a beckoning motion, his lips suckling your clit with the same slow rhythm. You moaned shakily, your hips bucking involuntarily onto Seonghwa's face. Fueled with a confidence boost by the erotic sound of your voice, he speeds up both of the movements of his fingers and lips. He hummed and moaned against you in an attempt to get you over the edge faster.

You gasped and cried when your orgasm for the third time tonight suddenly took over you. His fingers never stopped moving and he held onto you tightly, determined to not let go until he was certain you were done. With a sigh, your body fell limp on the bed and Seonghwa sat up as he licked his fingers clean. Once again, he towers above you, and he took in a sharp breath at the sight of your naked body, glistening in sweat.

"Are you alright, darling?" He raises a question.

Your exposed chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, completely exhausted, leaving his erection to rose completely alert and throbbed in anticipation. Finally able to open your eyes, you tiredly nodded as you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. Your hand abruptly move on its own, reaching for the hem of his shirt, you tug on it and he nodded as he got the hint. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pulls the garment from his body, throwing it to land on the bedroom floor. Both of you stare at each other with deep adoration, after months have passed, you finally get to properly observe his upper body.

Your eyes fall towards his arms, his vessels nearly popping out from his skin. Your fingers come out to rub at his arm and you can feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch. His hand moves up to stroke your cheek, and you close your eyes again. It doesn't help to control your heartbeat. Seonghwa is persistent, even when you're avoiding his gaze, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek, his body shifting up as he leans over you. You were in euphoria, but you could faintly hear what Seonghwa's saying. Your eyes began to get blurry when you try to pry your eyes open properly.

"Look at me, love." He smiled when you give in, meeting those whirlpool eyes.

You then lower your gaze, noticing the obvious tent on his pants. Slowly you raised your hand to try and reach for it to take it off, but he caught your wrist midway and peppering kisses on it tenderly. When he looks back at you, so directly, some shyness makes the heat rise back to your cheeks. He sees it, smiling and he pauses as if he's thinking of something to push that blushing further.

"What do you want? Tell me."

"Want.. Want you." You whimper, voice basically hoarse.

You clear your throat and try again. "Want you now, please.." You plead

"You want me?" Seonghwa shows his doe eyes as you nodded eagerly. "Yes.."

"As you wish, baby.." His face turns serious again, showing his dominating eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat inside your chest as you watched Seonghwa take off his jeans along with his boxers and sigh in relief as his erection was finally set free. You gulped both nervously and in anticipation, the way his cock throbbed and leaked being exhilarating yet intimidating at the same time. Seonghwa took in a deep breath, reminding himself that this was about you and not let himself succumb to his own desires. He then rummages the inside of his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom.

He opened it and rolled it on. Then he spread your legs, stealing some of your slick and pumping himself while he stared down at you. You were panting in longing for him. You tried not to stare, but couldn't help it, your eyes went wide and you unconsciously moved your bottom lip to rest between your teeth again. He lazily pumped himself and moaned. Your eyes met his and he could hear the subtle increase of your heartbeat.

"You wanna keep going?" He pumped himself a little bit faster.

"Yeah, I just- Is it gonna fit?" You turned red at your own question.

He ran his tongue along the bottom of his lip, letting out a few grunts. "Don't worry, we'll take it nice and slow."

His voice was lower than usual, it was thick with lust and you know he's speaking in satoori. He knelt over top of you, settling your legs around his waist. He leaned over you so he was close to your face. He kissed you while rubbing his cock in your folds. After a minute of that, he massaged your thighs and positioned himself at your entrance, looking to you for permission, and you nodded. Seonghwa pushed into you slowly, inch by deliciously painful inch, until his pelvis was flush with yours.

Every muscle in your body melted around him and he leaned down closer so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. Your hands found his shoulders and he allowed you to adjust to his large size. It was a rough drag, and his thick length filled you better than you had ever fantasized. Tears pricked in your eyes and your breathing picked up the pleasure of working to cancel out the pain. He nosed your neck and you instinctively moved your head, presenting him better contact. He continued caressing you and kissing on your warm skin softly.

"Would you like me to move now?" He lovingly smiled.

"I don't know, it kinda hurts." You whimpered.

"It has been too long.." You informed him and he nodded, waiting for you.

After a while, you finally adjusted to his size. "Y-you can move now."

He kissed you and slowly began moving his hips. The feeling was intense, your inner walls were filled to their limits and the rough dragging continued every time he filled you. You cautiously squirmed beneath him trying to find a more pleasurable position, he noticed and stilled his movements. He then moved you on the mattress to a slightly new position and began to move again. He brushed the spot just behind your entrance and you mewled pitifully. He tucked his head into the curve of your neck and kissed, his hot breath exciting you more as he whispered against your skin.

"I love you.."

Afterward, he asked permission before moving faster, and you granted it quickly, his length filled you deeper, and you felt a small surge of pain as his tip hit your cervix. You whimpered that it was too deep and he apologized, regaining more controlled thrusts. Before you could attempt to recall human speech, electricity zipped through you, and the pleasure you'd felt when he first began touching you resurfaced, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders and one small word found its way from your lips.

"More." He obliged and filled you deeper, your head spun and the pounding of your heart rang in your ears.

You could hardly hear his command, "Cum with me."

Without trying, you obeyed and the two of you fell over the precipice of pleasure together, him growling expletives and you moaning his name. He rested his head on your unsteady chest, moving with it as you panted, he kissed the valley between your breasts and slowly pulled out. Seonghwa lifts himself off of you, moving backward then tying the condom, and threw it in the nearby bin. Tears slip down your cheeks as you catch your breath. He gulped as he glances at your fucked out state, then his tongue proceeds to abuse your throbbing hole again. You whine as the fading pleasure jolts with the pain of overstimulation.

"Seonghwa, wait- stop, please-" You breathe out, thighs clamping over his head.

"One more." He murmurs.

He couldn't stop, more likely, he doesn't want to stop. Desires finally took over him as every moan or sharp gasp that graced his ears drove him crazy. He wanted to do his own best in pleasuring you. He wanted to carve this moment in your head, so you'll remember this precious feeling you're sharing with him. It was becoming much to bear, and when you came over his tongue again, the tears of overstimulation rolled down your cheeks. Just as he was getting ready for another round, you stopped him.

"No more.. I can't take it anymore.." You managed to say as you try to push his head away.

Seonghwa looked up with a worried face, feeling your hand shoving him away. He quickly climbs on top of you and carefully cradles your cheeks in his palms. You could see arousal glistening on his face in the pale moonlight and his wet hair dangling over his face as he looks down at you. He graciously stroking your wet cheeks and wipe your remaining tears. He then pecks your lips and forehead with a proud smile. After taking a bath together and helping to put on clothes, you were safe in Seonghwa's arms under the blankets as he embraced you.

"You did so well, now rest, baby." He kissed the top of your head.

You snuggled against his chest and a shy smile tugs at his lips. He relaxed and hugged you close. You were so exhausted that you're the first one to get knocked out. Seonghwa chuckles and rubbing circles on your back, soothing you to be deep in your slumber. He then beamed, he waited for so long to do these kinds of things with you and he'd have done everything to preserve it. Surely, he was going to try that again in the future but maybe, just maybe with a different purpose.

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[shinichiro-scigarette]

Happy Birthday, Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N and Keisuke eats lunch at the school rooftop and invites you to his house after classes so you guys could hang out and eat peyoung together.

Story contains: Slow Paced Story, Wholesomely lovey-dovey bonding, kissing, hickeys, mentions of sex, and fingering. This will be female Y/N and in third person POV (for most of the time, I'll put careful indications).

Author's Note: it's my first time writing like this so please bear with me >\\\<, what inspired me to write was the image uploaded here, I wondered how would Baji be if He had a girlfriend, after all the wild smut I've read, I thought if writing some adorably wholesome bonding moments with my favorite guy, Keisuke while having intimate moments with him, I'll only be writing mild (maybe? Idk) sex scenes since the whole focus should be wholesome moments with Baji.

PART 2 COMING SOON IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS

Chapter 1

I missed you

It's been so long since you and Keisuke or Kei (which you prefer calling him with) had hung out with each other since he was busy with other things in his life, you always understood him since toman is so precious to him, it's been actually just 2 weeks but you guys used to go out at least 3-5 times a week, it just made you lonely although you guys eat lunch together at the rooftop, just the two of you.

While you were busy thinking of Kei and the upcoming exams next week, you didn't notice that it was already 5 mins after the bell rang for lunch time, Keisuke has been waiting outside the door for you in his usual neat school get up.

You get startled as you feel a light pat on your head, you slowly turn your head and you are greeted with a smiling nerd

Baji: "y/n, is someone bothering you? Want me to beat them up" he says in a sarcastic manner with a grin on his face then chuckles as he clenches his fits

Y/N: You look at him as you pause for a sec and burst in to laughter "Now, didn't we already talk about that?" You wipe your laughter tears away "Can go to the usual spot now?, I bet you're starving, cuz heck yeah I am!" All of a sudden, you were a radiating light to Baji, you jumped out of you seat and you kiss his cheek, He smiles softly and pats your head.

Baji: "you're really f*cking adorable when you do that, y/n, that's my girl" he slides his free hand to your's as your hands intertwined, he was carrying something on his other hand, it was mostlikely food. "I love you. Now let's get outta here!"

You grabbed your lunch box tightly because you already know what's going to happen, while he was holding your hand, you guys sprinted out of the classroom like kindergartens on a playdate as you guys laughed, you always both get the student president on his nerves as you guys ran to the hallways, but at this point, he grew tired of telling you guys what to do, but he'd always grins his teeth in anger as he sees you guys

You finally reached the rooftop, you guys were mildly sweating, but you guys didn't seem to mind.

you pull out a towel from your pocket.

Y/N: "Kei, look over here" you say as you were both catch your breaths, he slowly turns to you "always so naughty, you get us into trouble!!" You say with a strict voice as you grabs his chin, you start wiping the sweat from his forehead while he looks at you with a pout. "But I love getting into trouble with you" you kiss his forehead, even though he was sweaty, he still smells nice.

Baji: while his eyes closed, his pout transitions to a chuckle, he then straitens his back "y/n" he takes off his glasses and puts it in a case inside the bag he was carrying as he unties his hair and loosen his necktie, your heart would race everytime you see him like this, it was always like when you guys make out at his house.

your thighs would tighten, you were turned on by the way he looked right now.he looks at you and notices your reaction, he'd always tease you like that because he damn knew you liked, no, you LOVED that whenever he does that, your face, your eyes, your lips says it all, it reminds you of the times he fucks you.

Baji: "oh-, silly girl, we're not doing that here" he chuckles as he corners you to the wall "you're so caring and loving, it turns me on" he says in a seductive voice, your back bumps softly on the wall as it meets you, he places his left hand on the wall and his other to your chin "I missed it, I missed you, y/n" you look at him in silence, as you notice the empty sadness behind his facade

You lean forward holding his face with both of your hands as you kiss his lips softly, he reciprocates as both of your eyes closed and passionately kissed eachother.

After that, you guys smiled and ate your lunch, he pulled out the thing inside the hand bag he was carrying, you were curious from since earlier since he doesn't usually carry anything except his lunch, he looks away for a second while blushing.

Baji: "Uh... I don't usually do these kind of stuff but uhm.." he shyly rubs his head still looking away, his face was turning red.

Y/N: you would chuckle as you find his behavior quite adorable, he rarely acts like that, I could only remember him acting like that was when he was confessing/courting me, our first kiss, and our first time having sex. "You look fucking adorable when you're like that" you tease him as you boops his nose.

Baji: "shut it!!!!" He grits his teeth and regains his composure "I made you something." he passes you a small container as he turns aways completely leaning his head against the wall.

Y/N: "Ke-Keisuke!"

you blush and investigated it, it was a black rectangular tub made out of plastic, it was meant to store food, you were a bit curious of whatever it was so you'd open it

Baji: "so what do you think?" He still wasn't facing you but he'd peak so he could see your reaction, he was acting cool and tough.

Y/N: "AAAAH!! KEIII! Are you serious?!" Baji would look at you, he got startled by your reaction, [shit, was it that bad?!] He'd look at you with a concerned look with his fangs showing.

your eyes would glisten as you were met by your favorite food, you would giggle though, since it was obviously homemade, you'd assume that your boyfriend made it for you since the icing and the written words were all wonky but you found it adorable anyways.

You would take a quick taste with the spoon that was placed on top of the lid.

You were amazed by how delicious he made it since it was the first time that he gave you food that he made, expect for peyoung, of course. you weren't really expecting anything like this.

You were indulging it as he watches you eat it , the white cream from the cake each time you lick it would turn him on, he was getting hard already, of course, knowing your boyfriend, you'd know how he would feel about this or how he'd react, but he respected you to do any sudden movements while you were doing something, except for exceptional times.

Y/N: you'd look at him, you'd see him wanting you on him right now, you'd take another bite but you wouldn't swallow it just yet— not until- "mhhh hmmm" you'd stand up, you'd go to his front, and he raise his brows.

You went crawling to his legs and sat on it.

Baji: "agh, my girl's doing hot girl shit. You do know how to turn a man like me on" he grins in a naughty manner while you guys make eye contact and not breaking it, you'd slowly sat on his lap while you loosely place your hands on his shoulder as you made naughty faces.

You'd feel his hard bulging cock clothed , on your cunt that is covered by your underwear. You'd lean in for a kiss, he'd reciprocate. You both were comfortable of doing stuff like that.

You both shared the cake that was on your mouth, as disgusting as it sounds, keisuke was in to that shit. He'd grab your waste and the other on your boob, you'd make moaning quiet noises as he chuckles while both of you were passionately kissing with cake, you felt so aroused that you didn't notice that your cunt was fucking wet already, it would leave a mark on his pants, it would look like he pissed on himself, yet, he didn't care, he'd just take of his coat and wrap it around his waist.

Your alarm would ring (10 mins before the bell)

You two break from kissing, you guys were fucking messy, with hints of the carrot cake on the side of your mouths but he loved the look on your face right now. He snickers and grabs your neck pulling you towards him.

Baji: "Mine" he'd whisper to your ear, it would leave goosebumps all over you, you loved hearing those possessive words, he would never cheat on you but you love getting verbal and physical reassurance.

He'd slightly loosens a button on your uniform and opens it slightly, he would dig in to your breast and sucks it slightly hard as he leaves a mark in between your breasts, arching your back towards him as your chest collides to his face even harder, you'd make cute noises.

Baji grabbed both of your breast and slowly slides to button your uniform again and tidies it leaving a soft kiss as he murmurs "mine" repeatedly

Y/N: "keisuke." You'd leave a small moan as you look at him hugging you with his eyes closed

Baji: "Happy Birthday, Y/N, I want you to come with me later, I missed you so much." You'd level with him as he looks at you, he gives you a forehead kiss "meet me later okay? Outside, after classes."

You'd find this entertaining and attractive, you'd just want more of him, but what holds you guys back was you were within school premises, and you didn't like the idea of fucking anywhere near the school.

Y/N: you'd only blush, giving him a nod "I love you, Kei."

Baji: He caresses you "I love you more, Y/N, we only have 5 mins left, don't want them losing their shit after they catch us like this" he chuckles.

You both tidied yourself up and went back while holding hands.

You guys wave good bye as you went back to your own classrooms.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Part 3

A/N: Part 3 of Typical Stark, I fell down the rabbit hole okay. Also this gif! Unf.

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Tony feels, making out and light smut.

Word count: 1450ish... I couldn’t help it!

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The entire elevator ride down, your head was swimming with what had transpired just minutes ago; not that the elevator ride was long, just one floor below Tony’s penthouse. You stood in a corner far away from Tony, eyes fixed on the floor as you were confident that he could still convince you to spend the night if you’d meet his puppy brown eyes.

The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as Tony who had insisted on ‘dropping you home’ after making sure you were well fed post drinks.

He walked you to your bedroom door silently, though his mind was as equally loud as yours, hoping, praying you’d change your mind and invite him in, though not necessarily for sex, he didn’t want the date to end.

“Good night To—” momentarily your eyes went wide when you were met with Tony’s face just inches away before he crashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise.

The kiss felt different, needier yet pleading, softer than the previous one at his place yet urgent. He held your face with one hand while his other slid around your waist to pull you flush against him, turning your insides to mush. Like an automated response, your arms went around his neck, his grin victoriously against your lips.

“We should sleep Tony.”

“Mhmm. My point exactly.”

“I meant in our separate bedrooms.”

You mumbled, lips still reluctant to let go. Tony’s reputation of being such a hit with the ladies becoming clearer, he was an addiction. An addiction you were safe from all these years but now found yourself willingly giving into.

Tony stopped after a few moments before his blood rushed to other regions that were demanding attention, his erratic heart threatening to beat out of his chest positive you could hear it as your foreheads touched and breaths mingled.

“I’ll see you Tony.” Giving him a little shove you turned the door knob, body flushed and mind still lingering on that little kissing session.

“When?” 

“Good night!” you stepped in and shut the door on Tony’s expectant face, grinning like an idiot knowing he was probably doing the same on the other side. 

.

Next morning the common area seemed unusually silent as you entered with some extra pep in your step after having a rare eight hour long sleep. 

Sundays normally meant breakfast with the team either takeout or a delicious spread prepared by the super soldiers however, this morning there wasn’t a soul in the kitchen and no food to satiate your grumbling tummy.

“FRIDAY where the hell is everybody?” You frowned, opening the refrigerator to get some orange juice. 

“Mr Stark has arranged a brunch for the team Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Oh he didn’t mention anything to me last night. Did he say where?” 

“Right here.” 

Tony’s voice made you jump and whip around to find him standing right behind you wearing his famous black tank top and sweats, hair a glorious mess, features relaxed and happy. 

“So I’m guessing you sent the team away to make out with me some more?” 

You questioned, grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it before leaning against the breakfast counter. 

“A part of me did, yes. But that’s not the whole reason. I wanted to make you breakfast without having to share my awesome cooking skills with the team.” 

Tony admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly before gesturing to the array of ingredients laid out neatly on the opposite counter. 

The gesture was so touching and sweet, and so Tony. To say your heart didn’t actually flutter at that would be a lie. You felt proud to have brought out this side of Tony’s that nobody ever got to see. 

“I think this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“Well it’s not all for you. I’m starving too.” Tony smirked and sauntered over to the cabinets collecting things he would need before you gulped the rest of your juice and joined his side.

“Do you want me to help you?” 

“Considering I only know how to make omelettes, I would say yes please.” 

He leaned in, almost a shy smile on his lips as he placed his hand on your waist and kissed your temple. The simple act made you blush, the whole domesticity of the situation unfamiliar and yet so right. You boldly went for his lips right after but Tony backed away making you frown. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) I’m trying to prepare a meal here, are you trying to take advantage of me?” 

“Well not anymore.” You mumbled, faking dejection.

The omelettes were watery and under seasoned however you didn’t have the heart to point it out especially when Tony watched you take the first bite with such earnest eyes, it made you wonder if he was the same guy so notoriously famous for being a narcissistic playboy.

After clearing your plates you placed them in the washer, soon to be joined by the man who had held himself back while you ate, while you walked into his apartment the night before, when you kissed for the first time and the time he’d followed you back to your place. 

Tony had you caged in between his body and the counter, his crotch pressed up shamelessly against you, arousal quite evident against your butt as his fingers teased the bottom of your sleep shirt, his breath hot and shallow on your cheek. 

At this point you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Discarding your top somewhere Tony groaned when he found you without a bra almost making you impatient to know what his reaction would be once he found out you were commando as well. 

“So gorgeous.” 

His hands roamed everywhere, his touch sending your senses into overdrive as your own hands weaved behind to pull on his hair while he nibbled on your earlobe, kneading your breasts and pinching your hardened buds.

Travelling south, his fingers lingered over the waistband of your shorts a second before slipping in, an involuntary ‘fuck’ escaping his lips when he was met with your mound instead of panties. 

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” 

Your head rolled back on his shoulder as his fingers stroked your folds, testing and teasing before finding your bundle of nerves, your hips pressing forward, desperate for more friction as you whined. 

You gripped the counter till your knuckles turned white, holding on for dear life as Tony rubbed lazy circles against your clit, knowing exactly how to drive you insane, your breathy pants and whined music to his ears. 

“Tony...don’t be a fucking tease.” You whispered, turning your face to steal a kiss but he wasn’t having it, instead he bit your shoulder, his expert fingers picking up their pace granting your wish.

Your pornographic moan filled the empty kitchen when he dipped a finger inside your slick, soon joined by a second, massaging your walls and stretching you out all while marking your neck with hickeys, bringing you closer to orgasm with every plunge and every brush against your clit. 

Knees threatened to buckle as the familiar coil inside your belly tightened, eyes shut in pleasure, you were sure if Tony hadn’t held you up against his body you would’ve sunk to the floor. 

“Cum for me baby. I got you.” He groaned, lips pressed against your ear, rubbing tight circles with his thumb while his fingers found the spot inside your walls that had you screaming profanities, insides turned to jelly and the coil snapped as you came hard. He kept stroking your walls to prolong your high, his erection poking at your behind. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you opened your eyes, legs still trembling as you watched Tony lick his fingers clean, something so dirty yet sexy about it. 

Facing him fully, your fingers grazed over his tent lightly, a little wet stain on his sweats from pre cum letting you know he was commando as well. Ghosting your fingers over the waistband you watched Tony’s eyes flutter shut, instead of finishing him off, you decided to tease him.

You didn’t bother to put your shirt back on as you strolled away from the man, leaving him utterly perplexed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Shower.” 

“Am I invited?” 

You simply hummed in response, chuckling to yourself when you heard Tony’s footsteps running across the floor to catch up. 

Check out Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

[avenging-fandoms]

Okay u asked and I will deliver: What if ur a singer too and ur dating harry but it’s all hush hush. u come to the watermelon sugar mv shoot with him and get really jealous over all the girls there and he notices. Once hes done and ur back at ur house he shows u that ur the only one he wants by making u unable to walk the next day

harry: Are you coming today?

yn: yeah, i’m on my way. just finished recording my part of our song

harry: Can’t wait to see you❤️

butterflies always swarmed in your stomach when he always said something sweet. even after 2 years of dating, he always managed to make you feel those butterflies in your stomach. you typed the location into the gps, the shoot location over an hour away from the studio. 

you put on the sunglasses harry had left in your car, blasting your music and waving your hand in the wind as you drive to harry’s music video shoot. 

an hour and fifteen minutes later and you arrived to the beach. you hop out, smiling when harry waves to you. you head down, sitting in a chair under the tent. you can hear paparazzi cameras being snapped as you sat down, so you subtly flipped them off. 

sure, you and harry were dating, but did they have to know? maybe you were just a friend. they were just nosey assholes who need a quick buck. 

“aand action!”

you were glad the sunglasses were a dark red so no one saw how large your pupils got. your fist clenched the arm of the chair, watching girls put themselves all over harry. kissing, rubbing, every thing to get you to be the jealous girlfriend. 

“cut!” 

you unclench your fist and jaw, the girls getting off of harry. harry jogs over to you, out of breath. “hi gorgeous, are you liking it so far?”

“oh yeah, love watching girls kiss and rub up all on my boyfriend” you lean back in the chair, pulling the sunglasses down a bit to look up at him over the glasses.

“do i sense a little bit of.. jealousy, miss yn?” harry smirked and you rolled your eyes, pushing him away. he laughs, playfully pushing your jaw with his fist. “oh, nothing to be jealous of. besides.. i think these paps will put out a story soon about how close we’re talking right now and make it into us dating”

“‘cause we’re not?” you raise your eyebrows and he scoffs. 

“who said that, miss jealousy? then what have we been doing for the past 6 months?” harry winked and booped your nose. you push him away, crossing your legs again as you watch him jog back to set. he winked at you before they started to shoot again, and you couldn’t stand to see it anymore. 

you never were the jealous type, but when the whole world and those girls were all over harry, it was hard not to be. you texted harry that you’d be at your place, ignoring the paparazzi as you drove away. 

you pick up some food at a drive thru, harry texting you a couple times asking why you left and how he wished he could see you more, and that he’d be over when they were finished for the day. you kicked your shoes off and changed into pajama shorts and one of harry’s shirts with no bra, laying on the couch and re-watching ‘friends’ 

hours past, and you were on season 3 episode 2 when harry knocked on the door. you had nearly fallen asleep with the empty food bag on the coffee table. you shot up, quickly running to throw your garbage away. the door slams closed, harry just letting himself in. 

“oh please, won’t you come-” harry doesn’t let you finish, he grabs your face and kisses you, grabbing your waist and putting you on top of the counter. 

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you before you got to the shoot, and when you left, you were racing through my mind even more. you’re so fucking addicting, yn. and might i add..” harry’s fingers find his way into your underwear, making you gasp. “fucking sexy when you’re jealous”

your fingers gripped the hair at the back of his head and moan into his mouth as his thumb slowly rubs your clit. harry pushes down your shorts and underwear, tossing them behind him as he puts his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. you look into his eyes as he pumps them slowly, ripping them away and kissing you as he slides his fingers into you. 

“fuck harry” you gasp, holding onto his biceps as he fucks you fast with his fingers. his thumb quickly rubs your clit back and forth, leaving hickies all around your neck and collarbone. “harry.. i need to..”

“nuh uh, i want you to cum around me, sweetheart” he pulls you off the counter, sliding off his shirt and pushing down his pants, kicking them behind him with your shorts and taking off your shirt as well. you spit in your hand, pumping his cock a bit before he roughly bent you over the cold counter. your nipples hardened against the granite, moaning as harry thrusts his cock into you. “no one could ever compare to you, princess, no one”

harry held your chin up, making you make eye contact with him as he roughly thrusted into your. “fuck harry, i’m sorry for being j-jealous, fuck” you gasp, letting out a moan and shaking your legs as harry hit your g-spot. harry stopped, turning you around and picking you up. he kisses you roughly, pushing you over the arm of the couch. 

harry’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you, loud moans and grunts coming from yours and harry’s mouths. harry’s fingers rub your clit in a fast circle, your legs trembling around him. you clench around harry as you cum, scratching down his chest as you squirm. he slowly moves his hips, making you twitch. 

“i’m not done with you yet, princess, i’m gonna show you you’re the only one i want, tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

--

you woke up the next morning- it was basically afternoon considering it was noon- in harry’s arms. your bodies were stuck together, a night of endless sex. harry had come over at 9, and the two of you didn’t stop until nearly 11. 

you kiss harry’s nose, peeling his arm off of you and taking the covers off, going to get up but you hiss in pain. harry immediately shot up, rubbing his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked in his morning voice. 

“erm, had a bit of a rough night last night, and now i can’t walk” you blush, harry laughing and falling back agains the bed. you fall back in bed with him, hitting his bicep. “it’s not funny, styles. it’s your fault”

“well, it’s both of our faults. but it’s more my fault ‘cause i fucked you so hard” you blush, leaning forward and kissing him softly. “good morning princess”

“morning harry. can you.. uhm.. help me shower?” he smiles, kissing your forehead and getting up. he nods, heading towards the bathroom to start the shower. 

“so..” he placed his fists next to your hips, hovering over you and looking at you with hooded eyes. “who’s mine?”

“hm.. i think it’s me” you wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his curls around your fingers. “and who is mine?”

“why, i believe it’s me, miss yn” he smiles, leaning down and kissing you passionately. “i love you, darling”

“i love you more harry”