#the yn hoodie made me want to cry

[bennydunbar]

CLOSE YOUR EYES PETER THERES AN UGLY BITCH IN THE SCREENSHOTS 😭😭😭

Any plan to buy a Peter plushie or any Yb merch?

I'm broke lmao

I would love a yb plushie tbh, it looks really cute, but I'd rather get a second hand one, don't wanna give the creators money

cutie patootie

[lanaswritingbook]

Not like others

Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, fluff

First time writing in a while hope you like! (The summary is kinda ass sorry. Trying to get back into writing 😭)

Summary- After you and Dave finished having sex you thought you had to leave right after due to never having aftercare. But he made sure you got what you needed.

After a while I finally slid off of Dave breathless at the activities we’ve just done. This wasn’t my first time doing the deed but it was my second.

And the first time was terrible it was honestly a mistake. The guy left in the same ten minutes after we finished and ghosted me ever since.

So that’s why I was scared for this to be over. Dave and I weren’t established as a couple but we knew we weren’t friends and only talked to each other romantically. I think it’s just fear for both of us to take that next big step.

But would Dave be that guy to just tell me I should go and never speak to me again?

We laid in his bed both staring up at the ceiling both trying to catch our breath in silence.

Slightly looking over his eyes were closed with his hand over his chiseled stomach. God what workouts did he do?

Thinking he was a sleep or trying to ignore this embarrassing moment I stood up quietly putting my clothes on.

The bed creaked lightly making him open his eyes. “Hey where you going” he asked sitting up deciding to put his boxers back on.

“Oh I was just gonna head out…” a tiny smile appeared on my face putting my hoodie over my head.

“Oh… why?” his face had saddened making me feel worse then I already did about having to leave.

“I just thought you had wanted me to leave…” we stared at each other for a couple seconds.

“I don’t want you to leave, this is the time where we talk and you know…” he wanted me to finish his sentence but I had no clue where it was going

“We cuddle! It’s like a rule after sex we both have to make sure we’re okay. I mean this only like my third time doing it but that’s how we end it.” I looked at him confused.

“I’ve never done that before… sorry” I sat back on his bed crisscrossed as he took my hand in his.

“You’ve never had aftercare? God i’m sorry Yn.” he pulled me into a tight hug.

It was nice feeling him against me and not just in a sexual way. It was reassuring.

When he pulled away he motioned me to lay my head on his chest as he laid back.

“Can I ask who never gave you aftercare?” he whispered slightly smoothing his hand down my hair not wanting to mess up my curls.

“Uh I’ve only done it once before with a football player from school. Worse mistake of my life.” I laugh trying to lift the mood.

“He had came over and I thought we were gonna watch a movie then he just got right to it and left. What a way to lose your virginity am I right?” a tear fell down my cheek.

When he noticed quiet sniffles he looked down wiping my cheek.

“Hey don’t cry, I won’t ever do that to you never” he promised leaning down to kiss my lips.

“We’re gonna do this again?” my eyes widen “I mean if you want… but I was hoping we could do it as boyfriend and girlfriend” he shly whispered.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” I tried keeping a smile off my face

“Of course”.

[orbitariums]

rum punch | patrick zweig x black fem reader

writing this because patrick is definitely the type to text you like “if you wanna pull up just to get fucked here’s the addy”

obsessed with this song right now (rump punch by cash cobain) and listened to it over and over while writing this. i recommend listening to compliment your reading experience 🙏🏾 it’s sooo challengers especially patrick zweig coded. let’s review: “top five nasty, you ain’t even gotta ask me” and “soon as you leave i miss u too, like damn”; “don’t be asking questions like a interview cuz you really know what we finna do”...  “i just made her cum twice you ain’t make her cum once”?!!>!##? that’s patrick DOWN. sorry it must be said… 

so a little drabble-ish thing is ahead! contains: cheating (ooops), degradation, smut

it started when you started dating your current boyfriend, or at least that’s what you would tell yourselves to make you feel better about the whole ordeal — not that patrick cared much to begin with. but anybody who knew you and patrick knew that this had been going on for far longer than either of you would care to admit, or that either of you had enough introspective ability to even realize. every single playful shove, every time you squeezed his hand to deflect from parting at the end of a hangout, the way he’d stack his legs on top of yours while you were studying even though he knew you “hated” it, his thumb circling your hand, your head on his shoulder during a late night movie sesh with art and tashi, eyes fluttering closed until you found sleepy heaven in the perfect crevice of his neck. nearly every time you saw each other, which was frequent, you were touching without touching. art, who wasn’t one to make crass comments often, would always tell patrick: “it wouldn’t even make a difference, you should just go ahead and fuck each other. the shit you two do is more than just sex.”

it was 11:16 pm when you called him. your boyfriend had sped off in the middle of the night in a fit of anger after an intense argument about the same thing for the hundredth time. you were so tired. you’d been so close to texting or calling him before, but you refrained — you didn’t want things between the two of you to get messy when nothing in your life was going right in the first place. but now that you were nearly slumped against the wall with tears hot against your face, so tired beyond comprehension, you could blame it on the delirium brought on by exhaustion. you told yourself you just needed the comfort of your close friend, who always made you laugh.

“patrick, can i come over?” you’d asked, your voice trembling, your face buried in your sweater sleeve. 

patrick had never heard you sound so upset — he’d never even seen you cry. when you were around him, you were always so jovial and giggly. so when he heard your voice on the phone, so late at night, sounding so fragile and fractured, his eyebrows immediately knit together with concern, and he sat up on his couch. 

“yn, are you okay? is everything alright, you sound—”

“i’m fine,” you sniffled, breath catching on your voice multiple times. “just-just need a friend. please, can i come over?”

you couldn’t see it, but his features softened, and some wedge in his heart seemed to shift over,

“yeah. yeah, of course you can.”

he was so confused, but just glad to know that you were at least okay, taking pride in the fact that he was who you wanted to be around, whatever was going on. he made some rushed efforts to tidy up his bachelor apartment, sweeping crumbs under the rug, tucking in pillows on the couch, throwing yesterday’s takeout into the overflowing trashcan, and swiping the trash off his coffee table. 

he couldn’t believe how shrunken you looked when you appeared in front of his door that night, clad in an oversized stanford hoodie and sweatpants, slippers, tears still welling up in your eyes. this couldn’t be the same yn pushing him off of her with excessive force and maniacally cackling at his stupid jokes. 

“wh-”

before he could get a word out, you threw your arms around your waist, plopping your head down on his chest. he stilled for a moment out of shock, then relaxed into your touch, embracing you with his arms around your shoulders and down your back, holding you because he knew that’s what you needed right now. 

and then you were pulling away, sniffling and wiping away your tears, finally feeling some ounce of comfort now that you were with him. you knew, you knew, this was what you needed, as much as you had resisted this very thing. 

“it’s chris,” you said, moving past him and inside his apartment, groaning as you plunked down onto the couch. 

now, looking out the open door at the hallway ahead of him, patrick was nodding to himself silently, like he had come to some realization. he sat beside you, and you turned to him with a pout. and it was then that patrick knew he was not a good man for thinking about how pretty you looked with tears streaking your face and your lips pressed together in a girlish pout. 

“he’s like… intimidated by me or something. every single thing i tell him about my day, about work, about my friends, my wins… he’s always finding some thing to harp on like i’m some villain stopping him from achieving his finance bro dreams. he hates that i’m living my life because he isn’t living his yet. so every thing i earn, he just picks it apart and tears it down, questions my motives for everything.”

“he’s a dick, alright?” patrick said, in that ever so frank tone that you honestly missed, and wished you could hear during these arguments with your boyfriend. “yn, i’d never… we wouldn’t treat you like that, me and art and tashi. we’re your real friends, we celebrate you. that’s how a relationship’s supposed to go. he’s a stupid fuck.”

you grinned a bit at his correction, the corner of your lips turning up.

“i know you wouldn’t.”

“can i ask you something though, yn?”

“mhm?” you looked up at him with such innocent doe eyes that he didn’t want to call bullshit, but he was calling bullshit. 

“why… why’d you come over here? why not to tashi or your mom’s or… anyone else? why me?”

you sighed deeply, shaking your head,

“because, patrick, i… i just… want you right now.”

his face impossibly close to yours, intruding your senses and all your walls before you even realized they were up. 

“how do you want me?” he asked, his voice the softest it had ever been, his breath tickling your cheek. 

you were hoping you wouldn’t have to finish your sentence, and patrick knew it — his hands gripped the sides of your face with a stronghold, and then your lips were crashing against each other like a wave coming to the tide, foaming and sputtering and wetting the cracked sand at the shore. and it didn’t take long before you were climbing on top of him and straddling him, your clothes falling off one by one. his rough hand clutching your breast and squeezing, another in your panties navigating your clit like a fucking expert, making your back arch against the air. then your legs by your head as patrick drove himself into you, tender and slow and making you see stars instead of his face and the ceiling. fucking every tear out of you, turning your sobs of pain into sobs of pleasure. your moans were like a choir to him, licking flames against his earlobes each time you whimpered his name, leaving little half-circle imprints in his back with his nails. sweat dripping down his forehead as he clutched his eyes shut and tried not to come too fast, tried not to let the way you wrapped around him like a fucking snake— pussy squeezing his cock, legs trapping him inside you, hands roaming his back like new found land — make him lose focus. 

“fuck, your fucking moans. d’you have any idea how much i’ve thought about this? f- fuck, if you come to me crying again, i’m not gonna go so easy on you.”

if he had an ounce of self-respect, he’d have stopped you after the first time (he didn’t have the discipline to deny you completely), but something about him stirred at the unpredictable predictability of it all. he knew that at least once a week, you’d come crying to him over something your asshole boyfriend did to you, it was just a matter of what day of the week. 

he liked when you came over on friday nights most, because more often than not you’d stay the night, sometimes the weekend, making the excuse to your boyfriend that you were sleeping over at a girlfriend or your mother’s house. but really you were just spending the whole weekend getting fucked by your recovery boyfriend patrick, who would scrape up the little money he had to order food from your favorite thai restaurant every night and watch what were, in his opinion, the most insipid movies he’d ever seen — because he knew that less than halfway through you’d be split open on his cock, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulder as princess diaries became a distant echo in the background. his hand on the small of your back, his vision glazing over as he stares ahead at the tv, too enraptured by the sweet whimpers you make while you’re (attempting to) ride him, the sounds of your slick pussy swallowing him whole in slow intervals, panting and gasping as he speared you open because he was: “so big, patrick you’re so big.”

he’ll snap out of it then, find his hands wrapped around your waist and his lips buried in the crook of your neck,

“it’s okay, baby. you can take me.”

“i’m trying,” you wailed, the frustration so clear in your voice that it almost made him laugh. 

instead, he wrapped his hands around your waist firmly, leading you down onto his cock himself. 

“fuck!” you shouted out, practically collapsing forward onto him. “patrick, please—”

“if you can come to me crying just to get dick, you can take it.”

you gasped at the directness of his words, punching yourself for how much it turned you on. and he knew it too, by the way your pussy throbbed around his dick. you couldn’t see his face, but you could practically hear the shit-eating smirk in his voice as he grabbed your asscheek,

“yeah, your pussy loves it though. and you love being my little slut behind closed doors when your boyfriend isn’t acting right.”

you couldn’t control the moan that tumbled out of your lips when he said that, and definitely not the screech you let out when he started to thrust up, jackhammering into you so his cock reached the hilt. 

“that what you wanted?”

“yes, yes!” you wailed, nodding desperately, positively wrecked as your head practically hung over his shoulder, enveloped in a world of pleasure. 

“yeah… i know…”

and sometimes he won't be so nice. he'll be damn near using your pussy like a fleshlight, his body practically covering yours as he fucks you like an animal, hard and fast and rough, your pussy squelching around his cock each time he rams it into you. he'll use you like he's the one that needs comforting, like your pussy is the only safe haven he knows. and it's only fair, the way you hide out in his house and act like his dick is your life source. he fucks you like he's an athlete and this is his sport, tennis be damned. he'll degrade you anyway he knows how — because he knows you love it, knows it makes you finish two times as fast.

"he doesn't fuck you like this."

"you're such a fucking slut. come over here crying acting like you don't pull up just to get fucked." he'll laugh as he says this, and you want to smack his chest in indignation, but you can't manage anything but moans.

“you’re such a good girl. letting me use this pussy when i want.”

"there you go, squeeze my cock like it's yours."

"pussy's so greedy, getting fucked by the both of us. still so fucking tight."

"your boyfriend's probably wondering where you are." this has made you come twice now.

"whose pussy is it?" (and even though you have a man, you tell him it's his every time. sometimes he doesn't even need to ask, sometimes he fucks you so good that you just scream out: "it's your pussy — it's your pussy, daddy", and he'll chuckle and say: "i know.").

and you let him say these things and more, because he fucks you like no one ever has, like he knows something you told him in complete and total secrecy. like it's something so complex — but all it ever takes is one touch.

your friends have noticed something is different between you two, but it's honestly not a big jump from before — only this time, you guys sealed the deal and were actually fucking now. of course, patrick can't keep his mouth closed for long and ends up bragging to art, and you tell tashi because she's one of the girls, and now there's this unspoken understand between all of you. but no one feels the need to intervene, because honestly... it makes sense.

and you’ll have a conversation with him every other time, telling him “we have to stop doing this.” and one day he replies, 

“yn. not to be a dick or anything, but you’re the one who calls me. you act like you're coming over for comfort, but we both know it's my dick doing all the comforting."

and you know it’s true, you know patrick is right even if he is an asshole. but you won’t let that stop you from texting him: thai food and a movie? everytime your boyfriend fucks up. and patrick won't stop you either.

[rxmqnova]

Hi, I have a request, can you write some funny drunk Nat/Wanda? You know, when Yn went to her and she said like she has a girlfriend or saying a few funny things.

I always craved these kind of fics hahaha

Drunk

Y/N: 25 years old ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I sigh after dialing my girlfriend's number for what feels like the millionth time. Tony threw another party in the Stark tower and my girlfriend went there. I couldn't go with her as I only just returned home an hour ago from a mission.

She agreed to be home by 10 though, so we could make a cozy movie night, but it's nearly half past 10 and I'm getting worried.

"Alright" I breath out, taking a hoodie. I hope she's okay and just forgot about time.

Even though I'm completely exhausted, I drive as fast as I can and as I expected the tower is still full of random people dressed in fancy suits and dresses. I guess my sweatpants and hoodie don't really fit the dress code, but I couldn't care less right now.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Natasha asks me as soon as I reach the bar behind which she's standing. I'm not sure how and why, but she somehow always ends up behind the bar and makes some drinks. "You want a drink?"

"Oh. No. I just came to pick up Wanda. Have you seen her?" I ask, nervously tapping the bar with my fingers and looking around.

"I think she's with the boys there, Pietro made her try some of that Thor's asgardian alcohol" Natasha says, pointing at a small group of people in the far.

"Oh god" I sigh, mentally preparing myself for an encounter with my drunk girlfriend. "Thanks, Nat. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great night" I shoot her a quick smile and take a deep breath to calm myself down as I'm really mad at Pietro right now.

I asked him to look after her here when I couldn't and not to get her drunk. Also I'm really tired and this will make things a lot harder. I'm so gonna kill him when I see him…

I walk over to the small group of people, greeting the boys with a quick 'hi' before spotting Wanda sitting on the couch, looking completely wasted.

Pietro's so lucky that he's not here right now. But he won't get away like that, I'll just yell at him tomorrow.

"Hi there" I kneel in front of my girlfriend, giving her a warm smile.

"I'm taken" She says without hesitation which honestly makes me chuckle. I'm glad she knows we're dating even in this state, but the way she didn't hesitate for a second made me actually chuckle.

"I know you are. Your girlfriend asked me to bring you home to her. Come on, Wands" I tell her, taking her hand and trying to lift her.

"Don't touch me. I'm gonna tell my girlfriend and she's gonna kick your ass. She can fight, you know" Wanda says, giving me a glare.

"This will be hard" I sigh. "Wanda, honey, it's me… Y/N. I came for you. Let's go home, okay?" I smile at her, but she's clearly not listening as she's just staring at my hoodie which is actually hers.

"Did you steal my hoodie? Are you a stalker? Y/N is gonna kill you" Wanda says, giving me another glare.

I sigh and walk over to Clint as he's closest to me.

"Do you know where Pietro is? I need to kill him" I tell him, anger building up inside of me. I just want to lay down to bed and sleep.

"I think he left with some girl. What did he do?" Clint asks me, clearly amused.

"I asked him to look after Wanda here and what does he do? He makes her drink that Thor's asgardian beer or whatever that is and now Wanda's drunk and thinks I'm some stalker who's hitting on her" I sigh, pressing a palm to my forehead and trying hard not to cry in front of everyone.

"Okay, come on. I'll help you get her to the car" He smiles at me.

"Thank you" I give him a smile back and walk back to my drunk girlfriend. "Wanda, sweetheart, it's time to go home" I tell her softly, kneeling in front of her again.

"Y/N/N, is that you? Thank god, there was some really annoying stalker lady" Wanda sighs. "I missed you so much" She says, tears filling her eyes.

"I missed you too, baby. Let's go home now, hm?" I smile, happy that she recognized me.

Clint helps me to lift her up, he puts one of Wanda's arm around his shoulder's while I put the other around mine's.

"Wait!… Y/N, you need to find that bitch and kick her ass" Wanda states, stopping to walk completely.

"I promise I'll find her tomorrow, let's get you to bed now, okay?" I tell her, trying to be as nice as possible.

"But she had my favorite hoodie on. The one you always steal. I want it back" Wanda sobs, wrapping both of her arms around me and crying into my neck.

"Wanda, I promise you'll have your hoodie back tomorrow, just please come home with me" I sigh, rubbing her back. Clint just gives me a look full of sympathy which is not helping it at all, but nice of him for trying to make me feel better.

"Promise?" She asks, wiping her tears away.

"I promise, my love" I give her a smile and press a kiss to her forehead. "Let's go, you must be so tired"

Clint and I finally get Wanda to my car, so I thank him for help and buckle my girlfriend in.

"You got it back?" She gasps. "You're the best girlfriend!… I hope you kicked that bitch's ass" Wanda mumbles the last part, making me chuckle.

"You bet I did. No one will stalk and flirt with my girlfriend" I tell her which seems to satisfy her, so I sit behind the wheel and start driving us home… finally.

I pull over in the garage and open the door for my half-sleeping girlfriend, helping her out of the car.

"You're so nice to me, do you have a girlfriend?" Wanda asks me on which I furrow my brows as I thought she recognized me.

"I do" I answer, cusious where this will bring us.

"I have a girlfriend too! Y/N is on a mission now though. But maybe we could go on a double date someday!" Wanda says happily.

"That's a great idea" I tell her with a chuckle.

"Awesome! I'll ask Y/N when she comes back… you kinda look like her! That's scary!" Wanda gasps, studying my face while I'm trying to get her to our room.

"We're here" I announce, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I sit my girlfriend on our bed.

"Thank you!" Wanda smiles, attempting to take off her shoes. "You can go home now. I don't think Y/N would appreciate if you watched me change, even though you look like her. And she should be home soon, because we're having a movie night" She looks at me seriously.

"Okay, I'll go home. Goodnight" I give her a smile and walk out of the room.

I wait about 2 minutes outside before walking back in. Hopefully she'll know it's me otherwise I might as well end up sleeping on the couch.

"Wanda, baby, I'm home" I announce, finding my girlfriend in the same position as I left her 2 minutes ago, her shoes still on and her cheeks wet. "Oh no, why those tears, baby?" I ask her softly, kneeling in front of her.

"Y/N/N, I can't take off my shoes" She sobs.

"Luckily for you, I'm here to help" I smile and wipe her tears away before taking off her shoes. "Let's get you ready for bed now, hm? Would you like one of my hoodies?" I ask softly, getting a nod in response.

Wanda loves sleeping in my hoodies just like I love sleeping in hers. We steal each others clothes on daily basis which I absolutely love, cause nothing is more comfortable than Wanda's hoodies.

I help her to change into some sweatpants and my hoodie which is not easy at all as she's already half asleep and isn't really helping me.

"Okay, you can sleep now, baby" I smile, helping her to properly lay down on the bed. I sigh in relief and lay down next to her, immediately having her cuddled up to me.

"I love you" She mumbles before drifting off to sleep, making me smile and kiss her forehead.

"I love you too" I whisper back. "But I'm not letting Pietro to look after you ever again"

After this I know a few things for sure… Wanda is the most loyal girlfriend ever and I'm really glad for that.

Another thing is that I will never ever let Pietro to look after his sister when I'm not here. We'll sure talk about it tomorrow and it won't really be a nice talk for him

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Chose Wanda, cause I felt like she is more likely to get drunk than Nat

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!! <;33

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[yuan4i]

37. fool

your phone rang, waking you up. “hhhh yn, your phone’s been ringing for while now.” scara groaned, half asleep. “sorry.” you said, getting up and yawning.

caller id : AL HAITHAM

you were now fully awake. shit… you’ve been ignoring all his calls. you jumped out the bed, ran into your bathroom and answered the phone.

if you were honest, you haven't seen al haitham in such a weak state since the first year of high school… but him crying? that was something no one saw. not even his boyfriend; kaveh. now you started to wonder what led to making up so upset? did he and kaveh have a disagreement? why did he call you out of everyone? you threw on a hoodie, and leaned down to your roommate's sleeping body. “hey, scara. i’m going out for a little, i’ll be back soon.” you whispered, covering his bare back with the blanket he kicked off.

you then see a tall shadow, standing at a grave. “haitham?” “yn, you made it.” he looked at you, his eyes watery and avoiding looking at yours. “what happened…? was it kaveh?” “no, i just… i just i guess i missed my grandmother.” his grandmother…? oh. OH. the realization hit you. his grandmother probably passed while you were in liyue. that explains how he’s changed so much since you last saw him 2 years ago.

“my grandmother passed when you were in liyue’s med program. usually kaveh would help me with my feelings but he’s sleeping… i didn’t want to wake him up because he hasn’t slept in days.” he started. kaveh not sleeping? typical kaveh. “he stresses over all the little things, and when exams came up, he was studying non-stop. so i called you instead, i apologise for dumping all this on you.” his lips were now trembling.

normally people would be astonished by the amount of emotions he’s showing right now. he usually is seen as a cold and stoic man, but to you, he’s still the little boy that you fell in love with in middle school when you two haven't met kaveh. the quiet boy who would teach you how to press flowers, the kind boy who helped tutor you when you weren’t doing well in language class.

all of the emotions he was feeling somehow started to affect you too. your eyes also started tearing up, you felt like shit. you felt like shit because you weren't there to help him, your past closest friend, out on such a hard time. you were at a loss for words, you wanted to comfort him, but you didn’t know how or what to say. “haitham, i’m so sorry to hear that about your grandmother… i wish i was there for you…” you mumbled, pulling him in for a hug... his cheeks flushed.

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al haitham x reader x kavehSYNOPSIS  kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (009) classic sunwoo-yn-bff-date

WORD COUNT. 1343

WARNINGS. swearing (like always), mentions of food and insecurities, lots of physical touch, princess diaries references, also please remember that sunwoo is sunwoo if u know what i mean ;p | i’m so excited to post this but written chapters are always terrifying to post for me so please leave me your thoughts and feedback <3 i really need it when it comes to these

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU HAD TO GIVE IT TO SUNWOO. HE WAS TRUE TO HIS WORD.

Half an hour after the text, you opened the door in your pajamas to find a panting Sunwoo, water dripping down his raincoat as he held up a bag.

He didn’t even let you greet him or invite him in properly before he'd stormed past you. He shrugged of his coat and placed it over a random chair, leaving him in his familiar black hoodie and sweatpants as he turned to look at you.

Sunwoo was the first to speak up despite the questions circulating in your mind.

“Why do you look so surprised? I told you I was coming over for a classic Sunwoo-Yn-BFF-date.”

You squinted your eyes at the boy in front of you. He pushed his dripping curly hair out of his face.

You tried giving him the dirtiest look you could manage. “I don’t care what you say. I’m not going out, Sunwoo.”

“Yeah, I obviously knew you’d wanna stay holed up in here.” He rolled his eyes and held up the shopping bag once again. “That’s why I bought snacks and the passwords for Kevin hyung’s streaming services accounts, because lord knows he’s probably paying for all of them.”

As Sunwoo trailed off to complain about Kevin’s spending habits as if he had to pay for it himself, you walked over to the bathroom to get the boy a towel. In the couple of moments you were in there, you caught a glance of your state in the mirror.

Sure, you still looked disheveled and you still had bags underneath your swollen eyes from the crying and lack of sleep, your lips.. your lips were also cracked and swollen from the excessive amount of chewing you did on them out of stress;

But somehow, you knew you looked a little brighter than before and you’re almost certain who was to blame for that change.

You walked back to your living room where, to your horror, Sunwoo had already made himself comfortable on your couch.

You rushed over and scolded him. “Get off my couch! You haven’t even dried yourself off and it’s way too expensive for you to douse it in rainwater.”

Sunwoo scoffed, looking at you with a judgmental expression when you held out the towel to him. “You act like this couch is going to bring you gold. You got it from a fucking thrift store!”

He didn't take the towel, instead grabbing your arm and leaning his head in your general direction.

“Are you seriously implying that I dry your hair right now?” You gasped.

Sunwoo sat up at the edge of the couch, still holding your arm and pulling you so that you’re standing in between his legs.

“Yeah, it’s nicer when you do it.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one cheered up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Sure, you might sound annoyed, but Sunwoo could tell by the way you gently began to dry his hair anyway that it was only a joke.

“You get to see my handsome face from this close. I consider that a win for all of us!” He smiled up at you, the towel now covering the greater part of his head and ears.

You left it there and turned around to let yourself fall on a comfortable spot next to him on the couch.

“Just for that, you can do it yourself.”

You don’t even look at him, simply letting him gasp at you in disbelief as you grabbed the remote to search for something for you to watch.

Eventually he gave in, continuing to dry his hair himself. Of course, not without complaining, but you didn't mind. It was kind of comforting; him being here while you felt like dying was comforting. So he could complain as much as he wanted so long as it meant you could have your best friend by your side.

“I NEVER GOT why they act like Mia’s makeover was such a big deal. Sure, if she explicitly wanted to change up her look I would get it, but they act she’s a totally different person when she is just as pretty before.”

You ended up settling on watching ‘Princess Diaries’ again, curled up on the couch with Sunwoo’s arm resting behind you while you two stuffed your faces with snacks and other unhealthy, comforting treats. The two of you had watched the movie more times than you could count on both your hands. At that point, it was nearly a symbol of your friendship. It just never got old to you.

You nodded with Sunwoo as he monologued about the movie's endearing yet problematic 2000s-esque plot.

“But that makes me think,” You said through a mouthful of Doritos, still staring at the screen. “Do you think Yeonjun would’ve made that bet if I was different? If I, like, changed? You know?”

Sunwoo’s attention on the movie immediately moved a hundred percent towards you with that sentence. You only turned your head towards him when you felt his wide eyes burning a hole in the side of your face.

“Are you considering changing for him?!” No sign of a joke or anything of the sort could be detected in his voice as he asked.

You smiled and looked down. You did consider it for a while. That was how much you felt for him. But in the end, you shook you head.

“I don’t really want to change. But I wonder about it sometimes. Maybe he’d love me back if I did?”

Focusing your gaze back on the screen, you whispered to no one in particular. “I just wanna be loved too.”

“You should never change for a man though. You shouldn’t change for anyone, for that matter. What’s the point of being loved if it isn’t for your true self? That just seems tiring.” Sunwoo's voice was raised and his eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly not done with the topic yet. “Also, he’s a selfish-stupid-dumb-dumb-poopyhead and nothing you do is going to change that.”

Your laugh echoed through the small living room at his word choice. Sunwoo fought back a small smile at the wonderful sound.

Finally, he turned back to the television with you. “I can’t ever understand why you still care about him so much after everything, but I get where you’re coming from. Don’t we all crave to be loved deep down?”

The last sentence caught you off-guard. Sunwoo often hid behind silly jokes and funny remarks, but he could be quite insightful when he wanted to be. You nodded once again, trusting that he saw it in the corner of his eye.

He did. He placed the arm that was resting behind you around your own, rubbing it gently. “And don’t worry. I’ll always be here to love your true self, despite your, well… thousands of extremely obvious flaws.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed, making Sunwoo cover his ears. You completely ignored all the nice stuff he said as you proceeded to punch him in the arm with an offended look on your face.

He had the nerve to seem just as offended. “I’m not apologizing. You are a very messy and deeply flawed person, Yn!” He said matter-of-factly.

Rolling your eyes, you sunk back into the sofa. “Gee, thanks, man!”

His offended charade didn't last long. Soon enough, a smile grew on his features. He almost crushed the snacks in between you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him. Your head landed softly against the shoulder of his black hoodie.

“But I meant what I said. I’ll promise that I’ll do my best to make you feel even the slightest bit loved.”

“Why?” A pout was still present on your lips, but you didn't make any effort to move free from his grip, only nuzzling your cheek in the crook of his neck.

You could feel him shrug as he pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“Because that’s what best friends do, I guess.”

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[babysun412]

Hello! Can I please request a Jisung one-shot in which he and yn stay in after a tiring week, and he's being a super sweet and caring boyfriend, basically the cutiepie Ji we know<3 thank you!

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first one so I hope you enjoy it ❤

Tired - Jisung Park

Pairing - Jisung x reader

You felt your head pound as soon as you opened your eyes. The sunlight peering through the window making you shut your eyes instantly.

You sighed through your nose when you realized you had to get up and get ready to leave. You had many more exhausting plans to attend to and this week you've barely had time to take care of yourself.

Jisung, your boyfriend, is no different. You peered back slightly and can see the bags under his eyes despite his sleeping face. You've both been missing each other due to his schedules and you finally came over to spend the night. You don't know if you even said two words to each other before you were both fast asleep.

You pouted as you slowly rolled out of bed and out from under Jisungs arm. You slowly walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready.

But as soon as you put the toothbrush in your mouth your hand started to shake. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to just stay here and be with Jisung.

You shook your head before slowly brushing your teeth. You felt the weight of his hoodie hanging off your body and the warmth that still radiated from waking up in his arms.

"Mmm..." You heard a groan as Jisung walked through the door and wrapped his arms around your waist. His face burying in your hair with his eyes closed.

"Good morning Ji," You smiled as you spit out your toothpaste.

"Please don't go," Jisung whispered into your hair but you barely see him through the mirror because of the hood thrown over his head.

"I have to baby," You laughed a little bit and tried to move out of his arms but he held on tighter.

"...y/n," Jisung finally looked into your eyes through the mirror. "We haven't been able to talk all week."

"I know," You felt your lower lip wobble slightly. "I just..."

Jisung leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple and swung the both of you back and forth.

"I'm so tired," You finally confessed and closed your eyes to prevent them from welling up.

"I know," Jisung gave you a sympathetic smile before turning you around to face him. His hands fisted the material of the hoodie you're wearing and peered down into your eyes. "Let's stay here, baby."

You nodded your head as you didn't think you could speak without crying.

Before you could even think, he had lead you back to his bed and you were snuggled under the blankets once again.

Jisung could still sense how anxious you were about missing the day and the running thoughts from the week. He just wanted you to relax.

You deserve rest just as much as the rest of them.

"Jeno told me he was going to throw my laundry on top of us," Jisung gave a soft laugh as he tried to break the tension.

"Jeno would never do that to me," You snorted as you pressed your face into his chest. "Your whole group loves me."

"Yeah I know," Jisung rolled hid eyes. "Chenle told me next time I annoy him he's going to hide you for days until I apologize."

"How long would it take you to apologize?" You gave him a playful smile as you moved as close to him as you could possibly get. Sometimes you wish you could connect your hearts together.

"For you?" Jisung's eyes shined with so much love and the soft smile on his face made your heart race. "Instantly."

"Thank you," You brought your hands up to his face and stroked your thumbs along his cheekbones. "I love you so much."

Your smile grew as he leaned into your hands and gently bumped your noses together. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist and buried his nose in your shoulder.

"I love you too."

[bslovergf]

pre-bully!oh beomseok x gn!reader — NSFW♡

wc : 796 | cw : kind of subby!character, softdom!gn!reader, comfort smut, handjob, petnames (reader calls him baby, pretty), praise (giving), dacryphilia if you squint, hinted aftercare, probably more!!

an : my frist time writing smut🥺hopefully i did it some justice ^^ lowercase cause i'm insecure about posting this one..(i didn't read the manhwa!! so sorry if anything is out of canon🙏🏽), beomseok is aged up!!!! beomseok's words are pink!!

i just thought about beomseok sitting on your lap after an especially hard day:(( returning to you all tired and frustrated telling you how left out he felt not to mention his issues at home...he just wanted to share it with you because you're literally the only person he puts all his trust into..he feels so small and protected on your lap with you embracing him tightly:((( and in the middle of his rant you look him in his eyes as if asking for a permission while your hand makes its way down his pants. he looks at you with question marks in his eyes but you just tell him: “relax, jus' wanna make u feel good and forget about everything” you murmur and lean in to kiss him to which he unsurprisingly responds very quickly and eagerly nods at your offer.

”i need words, baby, you know that. tell me if you're okay with me making u feel better” you said softly while slowly palming over his crotch.

”yes, please, yn i-mhm.... i want it” beomseok confirmed shyly and buried his head into the crook of your neck.

”okay baby.. now, enjoy and don't think about anything”you whispered into his ear which made him tremble out of arousal.

you gently unzipped his pants putting out a long gasp out of his mouth. you took a firm grip on his cock and started delicately stroking it up and down.

”why'd you stop baby, go on and tell me about ur day, i don't think you were done, were you?” you cooed and he let out a loud whimper but opened his mouth, obeying your command.

”s-so... then sieun and suho and i...” beomseok stopped when you started to increase your pace around his aching dick. ”i saw youngyi with them too.... but they didn't tell me that-nghfm....that she'd come too” you started to feel warm drops of liquid wetting the skin of your neck, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. ”and all day...i felt so neglected and abandoned..” he was just crying uncontrollably into your neck, body shaking with each sob.

”shh...” you lifted your hand to lift his face up so that he was facing you. the sight in front made you open your mouth in awe - he was so pretty like this. red glossy teary eyes, lips swollen as a result of trying to silence his sobs, a slight blush covering his cheeks - he looked so cute. you couldn't help but pulled him closer by lifting your thighs a little which made his mouth from a tiny "o" and pressed your lips against his once again - this time more passionately and greedily, desire making your mind hazy. your hands didn't stop pumping his cock for a spare second.

”mhm....yn i'm.... i think i'm close”his voice got shaky, hips buckling up to your touch.

”are you gonna cum, pretty?”you muttered under your breath, moving your hand faster along his length.

”mfhm... y-yes....” he could barely speak at this point, hands gripping at your shoulders.

”let it go, baby, you deserve it” you said and pulled him closer, feeling how every inch of his body trembled and hearing a long low pitched moan echoing the room.

you pull out your hand covered in his cum and wipe it off against his hoodie.

”baby, look at me” you say firmly, the change of your tone causes him to shiver and immediately look at you ”i know you're going through a lot, and i'm really really sorry about everything” you started to feel your eyes get watery as well. ”but i really hope that you know that i'm and always be on your side, never judge you for anything.. i'm so proud of you” you said and hugged him tightly, hearing small sniffs from him.

”i know y/n.... and i'm really thankful” he said quietly and embraced you too. and you could feel every single word he didn't have a courage to say through this act of fondness.

”now let's get you cleaned up yeah? i'll run a bath for us, you can stay over tonight, if you want?” you said gently pushing him off of you.

”mmmm, please don't go.... need u next to me.. always”he confessed, a shy smile appearing on his lips, he didn't even dare to look you in your eyes.

”hmm since when did my baby get so clingy?” you teased while offering him a hand to hold onto ”you can come with me, beomseok, i won't ever leave you, yeah?” you said with a reassuring smile.

at what he happily nodded.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Care about you (Lando Norris)

When you run from everyone, Lando is the one to find you. Angst.

Note: another short storyyy

Warning: mental health struggles.

"Hey, Max just called me. He- he hasn't heard from you in a while and... Um... He is worried. I just want to know if you are okay or... Well, just call me if you need something" Lando sounded nervous. You hadn't heard his voice since he left your flat with his boxes and now you were sobbing again like a little girl. It was the third time you had played the message and you couldn't get yourself to answer. Not him, not Max, no Tom, no one. All your friends had been trying to reach you, to talk to you, to get a sign of life. Still, you felt blocked. You didn't know what to say or how to explain whar you were feeling.

The sky was dark and the pollution wouldn't show the stars. The city lights were too bright and calling for your attention. You could see everything from here. From your neighbourhood to the city center with it's monuments. You could also situate Max's building. He had told you in a message that the door was open just in case you wanted to go there.

Some may say that scare your friends like that knowingly was a dick move. You had read the messages and let the phone ring until they ended the call, you knew they were probably terrified. But talking to them now seemed like a torture. The questions, the glances, Max more than expected reprimand, etc... You didn't have the energy yet.

Lando knew he was driving slightly over the speed limit. The car was roaring and smoothly moving through each turn of the road. He had driven in there so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. There was no music, he didn't have time to choose a song before leaving.

"Max" He spoke. His friends was on a Bluetooth car. "I found her"

Everyone in Max's living room sighed in relief. "Good, mate. Bring her home"

"Yeah, I will"

The loud roar of that expensive McLaren pulled you from your thoughts. Your heart dropped to your feet and you felt instantly cold. Why was he here? You thought he would be in Monaco, or somewhere across the world, probably flying to the next location for the race week.

Lando was cautious when he climbed down the car. He didn't want to scare you and was unsure of the state he would find you. He knew it would be good. But he hadn't talked to you in ages. He grabbed the hoodie and walked slowly. You would hear the pebbles in the floor cracking under his feet.

"YN?" He softly said.

"I'm sorry" You simply said.

Lando's heart broke. You were sobbing, crying your eyes out while shaking. Your arms couldn't be tighter around your body and your head was so low.

"I know" He said. You were sorry for so many things and probably needed a whole week to finish all your apologies. But Lando had seen you though many ups and downs. He knew you well and need to know no more. He would forgive for everything he could.

He didn't touch you, but he leaned on the railing you were sitting. There was no danger, you two had been together in there a thousand times, sitting on the stone railing and having dinner while the sun set on the other side of the city. It was your favourite place in the world.

"I told everyone I found you" He said.

"I didn't know you were here" You said still unable to look at him.

Lando wanted to reach and dry your tears, but he didn't know if he had the permission to touch you. So many things had changed. It wasn't the same anymore.

"Just for a few days. I'm traveling to Singapore"

You nodded. You didn't watch the races, but Max and Tom and everyone else had you updated.

"Why did you come?"

Lando sighed and looked down at his hands. The bracelet you made for him was still on his wrist. His thumb was always playing with the little beads.

"I knew you would be here. Max called and said he couldn't find you. And... I was worried" He said.

Finally, you turned your face to him.

"You are worried. About me?"

"Of course, YN" He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I care about you"

It was difficult to believe him when you have believed that he hated you.

"I always did and I still do"

Your head fell and tears pulled down your cheeks. Lando had enough of keeping the distance. He reached his arms to you and pulled you to his chest. You grabbed his forearm, sitting around your torso, and cried and cried. His lips left soft kisses on your temple.

Lando held you until you calmed down, your whole body had slowly gone limp and he was basically holding you upright. You were exhausted.

"What happened?" He whispered.

You took a deep breath and turned around. Your feet touched the floor but Lando was still holding you. He kept you close and between and railing and his body.

"Everything"

You saw the sadness on his eyes.

"Work?"

"Work, uni, home, friends..." You shrugged. "I'm just tired of everything"

He pulled you closer and tucked you under his neck.

"I wish everything would stop. Time... I don't... I don't have the time or energy to catch up with anyone or anything and... I'm so overwhelmed..." All your thoughts rolled without stopping. Lando had always been your best listener, the person you always ran to when you needed to breathe. His arms were always the most comforting place. "And I miss you so much" You added at the end.

Lando felt a shiver running over him. That's all he wanted to hear. He needed you back, it was everything he wanted. He just needed to know you wanted him as much.

"I can help you at least with that last thing" He whispered. "What do you think?"

You looked up at him.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

Lando cupped your face and kissed your forehead, then, very carefully he used his sleeve to dry your tears. "Of course. Should we go now?"

You nodded.

"My car-"

"I'll get someone to come for it, okay? Now we are getting you home, to bed with a warm blanket, yeah?"

You nodded and nuzzled your face on his neck. Lando hugged you tight and kissed the top of your head. He couldn't promise you everything will be alright, but he could be by your side and help you to make it better.

[kyurizeu]

#14 - kisses and hugs (Im)possibly fate (TEXT)

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“I have to go now guys… byeeee annyeong!!” Just as you shut the live off you felt how every drop of energy drained out of your body. Your lips faded into a line trying to hold still to not fall into a frown. Your eyes became teary and you felt your breath getting shaky. Deep breaths yn. It’s okay.

“Kiranaaaaaa are you here?” You peeked into the kitchen and soon the whole house until you had to go check her room. “Knock knock? R u here kira?”

“Yep! U ready?”

“Yeah”

She came out of her room and soon plopped into the drivers seat of her new shiny car. “Damn this is cleaner than I expected” you slid your finger over the surface of the steering wheel as if you were looking for dust. “I just got it so… haven’t got time to trash it yet” “makes sense”

“Where do i drop u off?”

“Oh yk where the nearest seven eleven is, right? Drop me off there”

“At the seven eleven..?”

“Their dorm is most likely surrounded by people and i do not want to get caught near his dorm.”

“Okay smart”

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“Ty kira bye!”

“Bye! Also call me when u need a ride back! Dont be too late and call me if u need help!”

“I’ll be fine dw”

You sneaked into their backyard and knocked onto their glass door which you saw a very startled Niki through. You mouthed “i’m sorry” to him and he rolled his eyes before sliding the door open. “Where is-“ “Jungwonnn!! Your girlfriend is here” he yelled reaaallly loudly facing the direction of jungwons room. Jungwon soon sprinted out of the room to hug you tightly. “Ugh get a room.” Niki muttered as he went back to the kitchen table to eat his cereal. Jungwon placed a million soft kisses all over your head also letting out little “mwah” sounds on purpose as he hugged you softly and moved both of you back and forth slowly. “Jungwon- i cant breathe..” he chuckled and placed his hands onto your cheeks to plant the final kiss on your soft lips. For a second he just adored your face and smiled at you lovingly. “Let’s go into my room so i can kiss you in peace” he glanced at niki annoyingly and grabbed you by your wrist.

His room was cozy but messy…ish… i mean there werent clothes all over but the room was a bit unwell decorated. That didn’t matter though because he was laying on his bed with open arms and a warm smile. You took the opportunity to jump onto the bed and hug him tightly. He started kissing your cheeks and caressing your hair. “Honey look at me” you looked up at him into his soft and gentle eyes. “Youre so beautiful”

The words that usually made you smile, blush or feel butterflies now made your eyes teary and throat dryer. Your slight smile turned into a downward one and your lips started shaking. Jungwons eyes widened a little and his hands came back onto their favourite place on your cheeks. “Yn… did i do something wrong?” The poor boy looked confused and concerned. You bursted into tears and hid your face in your hands. “I-i’m sorry honey are you okay?” He pulled you into his chest to hug you as he rubbed your back and head softly. “N-no you didn’t do anything wrong…” you mumbled against his soft hoodie. He just hugged you more tightly and placed you onto his lap.

After a while your eyes started drying a bit and you sniffled once before backing away from him to smile softly. Your nose was a little red and eyes were swollen. “Im sorry won.. i ruined the night” he tilted his head with furrowed brows and still wide eyes like a deer in headlights. “No no no you didn’t it’s good that you’re here. You’re safe and you can cry. I’m here” his hands were resting on your waist and they connected together behind your back. “Do you want to talk about it or just cuddles?” He pouted at you and watched as you wiped some tears into your sleeves. “I-It’s just that… I can’t stand my job right now. My manager is a pain in the ass and i’m just ruining everything. I was so bad during our last comeback and i dragged you into this solo album dating rumour mess and- and i ruined your life too and i’m such an idiot and on top of that-“ you felt yourself being pulled into a hug again. “Yn… you are the sweetest most precious soul and I hate to think that you’ve been feeling like this because you deserve nothing but happiness and love. You haven’t ruined anything and you’re one of the most professional idols i know. You have nothing to worry about baby. Tell me, what would ease your mind right now?” He pulled away from the hug and kissed your forehead tilting his head after. “I.. i think some kisses and hugs.. and my fav movie.” You smiled through the teary eyes, red and puffed up eyes. “Anything my princess wants” he kissed your lips softly and scooted onto the back of his bed with you in his lap, letting his back hit the wall. “Make urself comfy and i’ll find the movie on my laptop” you cozied yourself on his chest and he placed a pillow on your thighs and the laptop on top of the pillow.

He was the sweetest man. His cologne wafting through the air was making you even more comfortable. When the theme song of the movie started playing your boyfriend started playing with your hair and running his hands through it.

In the middle of the movie jungwon thought he was hallucinating because of the small sound he heard. He looked over your shoulder as much as he could and then he heard the sound again— soft snores coming out of your mouth. Aw she’s so cute.. he adored you so much.. he took a 0.5 picture of you and laughed a little at it before thinking his possibilities through. A) wake you up and get you mad, B) let you sleep but you’d get mad because you’re late, C) let you sleep here the night but get you fired.

“Sweetie..?” He shook you softly and as you started opening your eyes softly he lifted you up onto his lap by your armpits. “Did u sleep well?” He smiled as he kissed your neck softly and pressed his face against the side of yours. You slightly blushed and felt embarrassed and annoyed that you had fallen asleep but you’d rarely gotten any sleep these days. “I’m sorry wonie… i-” a yawn interrupted your sentence and Jungwon chuckled at you. “I was so comfortable there… what time is it?” You turned to your boyfriend now. “It’s uhh… 22:28pm” he checked his phone before focusing all his attention back to you. “22:28pm?! Oh no i have to go home” you pouted and leaned in to hug him tightly.

“It’s okay sweetie we see each other almost daily” he laughed at the way you started clinging onto him suddenly. “You feel a little cold.. wait there..” he left the bed leaving you to lay on your stomach hugging the pillow in disappointment. “Here you go” you got up to sit on his bed until your eyes focused onto your favourite hoodie of his. Suddenly jungwon was dressing the hoodie on you. “I want you to stay warm” he smirked like always when he has something in his mind. “Jungwon… you just like seeing me in your clothes, right?” You laughed with a disappointed expression. “So what you’re cute with my oversized clothes” he shrugged and lifted you to stand up and hug him. “You like wearing my clothes too hm?” He rested his chin on top of your head and swung you two back and forth again. He loves giving these kind of hugs oml. “Yeah they’re comfy and smell like you” your hands rested on his lower back and you tried pulling away and pouted “jungwon i really need to go..”

“Okay.. just text me that you get home safely, mmkay?” He patted your head as you stopped hugging. “Yes okay… bye wonie.. i love you” he smiled as you left his room while rubbing your eyes with your hands in fists. “Love you too ynnie”

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[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 16

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, just a hint of violence

Summary: Jason and YN have settled into the Batfamily, but things never stay nice in Gotham

The heat in Gotham in mid-July was the worst. The pavement was sticky, the city smelled rank and it made having to walk around all day the worst experience possible. That was why so many people saved their outings until after dark. And that’s what you did also. You needed to meet a contact about Joker. He was still in Arkham but there were rumblings that Harley Quinn was resurfacing after her escape from Blackgate in early June. Your contact was supposed to meet you at the docks around 11PM, and it was still in the upper 80s with no breeze. The river looked refreshing honestly and you understood for a moment why Killer Croc would want to stay underwater all the time. It was 11:30 at the moment and you were about to give up when someone climbed out of the water.

“King Shark?” you said, having not expected that at all. “You said your name was Nan.”

“My name is Nanaue so I told the truth,” he said. You let out a nervous breath, not exactly a fan of all those teeth and being alone. “Are you Lady Red?” You nodded, still pleased with the name you and Jason had come up with to keep your name off the street as much as possible. He wasn’t going to want you out there fighting crime in a cape yet, but you could do your job and hopefully keep your real name and where you lived under wraps.

“You have information on Harley for me?” you asked. He nodded. “What do you want in exchange?”

“Nothing, Harley is my friend and I want you to stop looking for her. She is with us now, she does not like Joker anymore,” he said. You nodded.

“So, she’s not planning to break him out of Arkham?” you confirmed, and the shark shook his head. “Good, thank you.”

“Tell your friend he should take a shower, I can smell him from here,” the shark said before diving back into the river. You laughed out loud at that, turning and looking towards the nearby warehouse where you knew Jason was hiding, watching.

“Well, that was rude,” he said into the communicator you had in your ear. You laughed even more. “Do you think he’s lying about Harley?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. He still had nightmares about Joker, you heard him across the hall crying out sometimes and had one more than one occasion run into his room and climbed in next to him, letting him curl around you as he listened to your heartbeat to fall back asleep.

“I normally can tell if people are lying, but he is a giant shark so it’s a little harder to tell, but I think he was telling the truth,” you said. King Shark’s voice has been even, his eyes focused on you, not skirting around. “I’m going to head down to the Diamond District, I need to visit CADMUS. You can go back to your own thing; I don’t think a scientist is going to kidnap me.”

“I’m sorry have you met most of the scientists in this city? They’re the worst,” Jason answered. “But I do have to get moving, Penguin is trying to run some guns through East End and well, I need some more guns.” You rolled your eyes, climbing into the McLaren you so desperately loved to steal from Bruce’s garage.

“Yes, more guns, Bruce will love that,” you said. You heard him laugh and smiled. “Did you show him those new designs you were working on?” He didn’t answer. “Red, your designs are good and they would help you be less lethal, which we all know he will love, and you should also show him your updates to the exploding gel.” You heard him clear his throat. “Ok, I’ll stop, see you at home later Hoodie.” You took the communicator from your ear and drove off towards CADMUS.

Jason heard you disconnect, not being able to stop the smile that appeared when you said you would see him at home. He didn’t exactly know how or when it happened, but he had a home and a family again. He was even on decent terms with Tim, though he wasn’t telling anyone that yet. Even Bruce had taken him back to the basketball court to see how he did, and he was pleased to say he won that round of 1-on-1. And YN, she had made everything come together, held him together, even when he was about to fall apart. The nightmares didn’t stop, and sometimes even the coping skills that Dr. Thompkins was teaching him in their sessions wasn’t even to keep the sound of laughter and screeching metal at bay in his mind, but he was having more good days than bad now. It was refreshing and freeing.

He dropped down to the ground from the warehouse and hopped on his bike, heading towards East End to deal with Penguin and get himself some new guns. He was just crossing over into East End when he saw too late the spike strips across the darkened alley. He tired to veer but they bike hit them, tires bursting and sending him and the bike spinning out. He slid on the pavement, lucky for his armor and helmet or he would have been torn to shreds. He still felt the pain of impact but thought he was safe from most of the damage. He jumped up, ready to attack when he felt the bat to his back. He spun, guns aimed and fired at the retreating attacker. What the hell? He looked around, watching as dozens of guys walked out of the surrounding buildings. And there on the fire escape was Penguin.

“I see you got my invitation,” he said. Jason didn’t respond but saw what was going on. The gun run was a ruse and he had fallen for it. “Your men are dead, I already had them thrown into the river. You on the other hand, you are a bigger problem.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Jason snarked, watching around him for someone to make the first move.

“Ya, well, it's time I deal with you. Go ahead boys, have fun, but I want him alive,” Penguin said, waving his hand and disappearing back into the building. They descended and Jason knew, even as he fought and clawed and shot and stabbed, that he didn’t have a chance.

By the time Tim responded to the tracker alarm Jason had activated all that was left in the alley was his guns and a torn-up leather jacket covered in blood.

[kynrki]

SECOND FAMILY LOVES

wc: 870, genre: fluff, pairing: niki x gn!reader, warnings: enha teasing niki

AN — HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS MY HARUKA💓and ofc to everyone who else is celebrating it!! i hope you have a good ass mf day my fav👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

“yn close you eyes” niki said as he smiled at you. you let out a laugh as you placed the blindfold over your eyes and held onto niki to guide you. he quickly let you hold his one arm as he placed the other on your waist before guiding you.

it was your birthday, and the boys, also know as your second family — enhypen — wanted to celebrate it with you. unfortunately they had been ignoring you the whole day and it kinda made you sad. thankfully, you had niki, your boyfriend, by your side to cheer you up.

"are we almost there?" you asked as you hesitated with your next step. "yeah, your at steps love" he said as he pointed it out for you.

once you two had officially gotten to the venue, you smiled. "can i take it off now" you asked as you wanted to see where he had taken you. "almost, stand still okay" he said as he kissed your cheek and walked away from you. "niki? niki! are you still here with me" you asked after losing that warm feeling.

once you two had officially gotten to the venue, you smiled. "can i take it off now" you asked as you wanted to see where he had taken you. "almost, stand still okay" he said as he kissed your cheek and walked away from you. "niki? niki! are you still here with me" you asked after losing that warm feeling.

“im still here, you can take off your blindfold babe” he said as you heard him in the distance. you eagerly took off your blindfold as you were met with a surprise. “surprise!” all the seven boys, who you now considered were family, had screamed with large smiles on their faces. you smiled as you looked around at the place. it was a backyard almost vibe. the grass with the table for you all to sit around, multiple hammocks and fluffy pillows for everyone to use.

you eyes started watering as you took the time to look at each of them. they loved you and you loved them (some more than others ofc). tears started collecting in your eyes as you smiled at them brightly. “aww dont cry ynnie” heeseung said as he walked closer to you and came in for a hug. you let out a laugh as you returned the hug. when you pulled away, a single tear dropped from your eye and heeseung quickly wiped it away. he gave you a warm smile as he passed by from you.

next was jay, jake and sunghoon. they all made you let out a laugh as they trued their best to stop you from crying. they all had a special place in your heart and they knew that.

sunoo and jungwon came next, and they both wrapped you in a tight bear hug. sunoo squished your cheeks, while jungwon ruffled your hair. they both ended up with a smack to the arm though.

lastly was your boyfriend, niki, he quickly engulfed you in a tight hug. “thank you” was all you said before tears started rolling down your cheeks from happiness. “always” he said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. when you released the hug, he wiped your tears and kissed each of your cheeks. “group hug” you heard someone say and soon you felt everyone hug you.

you started smiling so brightly and tried to hug them all tighter, if it was even possible. they meant the world to you and they shares your special day with you too. you knew you could always count on them for anything. “i love you guys” you said as you sniffled and wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie. “you know we love you more” jay had said as he smiled at you. “yeah, some more than others” he teased niki who let out a disapproving face. the rest of the members, including you, had laughed at that one.

you all sat by the table as you ate cake and opened the presents. you were forever grateful for what they had given you, in all honesty, you didn’t expect anything except something from your boyfriend. “im not gonna lie right now, i thought you all hated me” you said to break the silence. “what why?” sunghoon asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “you guys were all ignoring my messages today so i thought i did something wrong” you said like it was no big deal, shrugging your shoulders.

“we would never hate you what!” sunoo said as he looked at you, with all seriousness. “and plus, we were setting up all this for you!” jungwon continued. “yeah i know i know, but back then i didn’t, so i jus assumed the worst.” you said with a small sad smile. “well get over it, ifs time to party bitch!” heeseung said as he placed a party hat on your head and pulled you up to dance with him. you let out a squeal as you started laughing, soon everyone else joined in with you two too.

as you and niki sat far from the rest of the group who were distracted, you watched how they smiled at each other. you placed your hand in nikis and leaned your head on his shoulder as you fondly watched them. you knew you couldn’t have asked for a better birthday. and to too it all off, you spent it with your boyfriend who you loved the most, which was also sitting next to you.

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Cillian Murphy- Insecurities

Trigger warnings- talks about anorexia, divorce and online bullying

I meet Cillian when I joined season 4 of Peaky Blinders, I was to be Tommy Shelbys new love interest. However during this time it came out that Cillian was divorced and I was the one to blame, although they had divorced a year before I had even met Cillian. The hate I received was unbelievable, I was called a home wrecker, I was told to harm myself, told I was nothing but a gold digger so many nasty things, and since I'm 15 years younger it was worse. For Cillian this was such a hard time because he is such a privet person, but like always the hate died down. It's been a few years now and Cillian and I promoting our newest film together Oppenheimer. However the news about me being in this film had mix reviews, most positive, but there's still a handful of people who believe that I'm the cause of his divorce. I was recently added into a group chat on Twitter where they criticised my body, my acting, my relationship. This made me question a lot of this and I definitely became insecure.

Before Cillian and I met I was anorexic and when we did meet it was when I was better, although he knows all about that and has helped me through some dark moments I still have days where I feel like I could go back to my old days. Things have gotten so bad I have deleted all of my social medias. I'm curled up in mine and Cillian bed crying after looking at myself in the mirror for the last 20 minutes when the door opens

"Babe have you seen... what's wrong? Are you hurt? Feel ill?"

"I'm fine"

"You obviously aren't because your crying so come on tell me"

"Honestly Cil I'm just being stupid"

"Never stupid. Tell my what's going on in that head of yours" Cillian moves a stray hair from my face then moves to caress my check.  I sigh leaning into his touch

"It's just other girls are much prettier than me. You could literally have anyone in the world but you chose me, I don't understand why. I'm 15 years younger, I'm in my 20s so my do you want me?"

"Babe come here" I sit up and scoot over to Cillian who wraps me up in his arms "I love you and only you. Your beautiful inside and out, don't listen to what other people say, because I know you do, stop looking at the news. As for your age, it's just a number we're both adults and can do whatever we want, within reason, you've got to stop letting other peoples words cloud your own judgment. This is why I stay offline"

"Yeah Will I deleted all my social the other week"

"I know you though YN, and I know that you will still search for yourself to see what people are saying about you"

"I just hate feeling like this, hate feeling so insecure"

"I know baby I hate seeing you hate yourself when all I see is perfection. What can I do to help?" I shrug my shoulders not really knowing what anyone could do "what about speaking to your therapist. Maybe they could give you some advice" Cillian suggests

"Yeah maybe"

"YN I love you so much and I will tell you everyday how beautiful you are and how much I love you" Cillian leans down and kisses my lips "I'll make sure to tell you how important you are to not only me but everyone around you. This hate will go away, or at least you won't see it"

"I love you too" I smile at him glad I have him in my life "what was it you were looking for?"

"Huh?"

"You came in about to ask me where something was"

"Oh. I was just wondering if you knew where my hoodie was but I think I've found it" I giggle pulling the sleeves down and snuggling into Cillian more. Things will be ok soon.

[harrysmimi]

My Favourite Cry Baby

Synopsis: One where Harry comforts YN after a breakdown

Masterlist | Part two of New Student

College started again, but on full swing and a shit load of projects and assignments.

Harry was especially stressed with everything, he already couldn't wait for this semester to get over and the last one too. Basically he wanted to get out of college as fast he could. His dad was already stepping down on his duties and handing him the company but he needed to learn so he have been working with hid dad recently.

As much as he despises his dad, that company was his everything. He's worked there since he was legally allowed to take up a corporate job, that was just when his dad moved the company to New York from London. It was his first week of work there.

But all he could think of His date with YN on the Christmas. They'd stayed in most of the day at her flat, they made more cookies with more of an improvised recipe and a butt ton of dry fruits, later YN made her favourite food for lunch and Harry took her out for ice skating like he promised and dinner at one of his favourite Italian restaurants. They went to ice skate again until the rink was closed. Stayed out past midnight. He was really hoping to for kiss then but she did not take his hints at all.

But spoiler alert, he got it on New Year's Eve.

"Hey lovie, you still want to go out today?" He asked.

YN was sat on her balcony having some alone time and writing in her journal. Isabelle suggested that to her and she haven't stopped since, it was nothing fancy just a plain book and a black pen for her. A nice cup of Chai to keep her company. She's been very happy these past two weeks.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay we're going to to Time Square, get your coat this time okay?" He said, happy to go out with her again he was gonna walk in but she stopp him.

"Harry, it's like four hours away from here," she said, "we're going to be late."

"We can leave now and head back after midnight." He shrugged, "well drive there."

"You have a car?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Get ready, yeah? We can leave in about an hour and half."

"Okay," she nodded, "Harry?"

"Yes darling?" He stopped in his track again.

"Is this a date?" She asked sheepishly, a red tone flushed under her skin.

"Of course it is a date, lovie," he smiled. "Text me when you're ready, yeah?"

"Mhmm," she nodded again, picked up her stuff and headed in.

Harry took a quick hot shower and got into a pair of his classic black skinny jeans, one of his black hoodie and his brown coat. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves- those were actually mittens his sister made for him but they shrunk down somehow after he washed them once-, and an extra beanie because she apparently feels to embarassed to wear one and she's not going to get one. Grabbed his wallet, phone and car keys.

After he got a text from her he headed out. She was waiting for his there, dressed in layers of clothes with her usual black coat with a chunky oversized turtle neck underneath it, a pair of loose jeans and her usual chunky sneaks, a black sling bag hung over her shoulder.

"Hi," she beamed seeing him as he locked his flat.

"Hey lovie," he smiled back, "you locked the door?"

"Beatrice is staying in, but I have my keys." She said.

Yup! She is the new roommate who is still unaware of the fact Harry lives next door.

"Okay let's go," he grabbed her hand gently as they walked out.

He wondered if his car would start up, since he's met YN he had opted to walk back and forth to college with her. She loved to walk so he kept his car in the parking lot. He unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

Least to say YN was shocked to see he's got a Rolls Royce, a matte black one to be specific.

Technically it was his dad's car which he gifted to Harry after he got a new one. So Harry did not buy it himself. YN got in, he jogged around the front and got into drivers seat.

Harry drove all the way to New York City, stopping in between to show her places which might fascinate her making their four hour long drive a six hour one. They ate a bunch of junk food. Luckily they left at 2 so they could still get a decent dinner in at this Indian restaurant which was still open. Harry almost choked on the spicey food but he was fine, YN got a great laugh at seeing his red face. YN ordered a nice creamy dessert which helped a lot with the burning in his mouth.

"Come on, it was not seasoned enough anyway," YN joked.

"It wasn't?" He gasped from all the spices, she poured him a glass of ice cold water. "God I'm gonna die!"

"You're not," she assured him.

But alas, he calmed down. They both headed out, did some shopping. He insisted on buying YN a cardigan he saw in Zara, which he did, she was hesitant to take it. They kept their stuff in his car and walked to the time square, walk around there until with was nearing midnight.

"It's so pretty here," she exclaimed looking around. The way she had his hand clutch in hers in fear of loosing him melted his heart into a puddle, but her hands were too cold for to be uncovered.

"Here wear these," he pulled out the mittens and slid them on her hands despite her whining and slipped his green packers beanie on her head. "You're going to get sick, you look adorable, don't be embarrassed, okay?" He smiled, almost got carried away and press his mouth on her, but opted to go for her cheek not to make it awkward. He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her a warm embrace looking up front when the count down began.

YN was lost, he was being very touchy today. Not that she did mot feel comfortable or did not like it, it made her mind go all fuzzy and made her tummy erupt with a heap of butterflies. She just blushed looking down at her mitten covered hands, he made sure to get that and a beanie for her. It warmed her heart so much. But at the same time she was kinda gutted that he went to kiss her but did not really went ahead with it. She did wanted him to kiss but was too nervous to initiate it herself like her best friend advised her.

"Happy New Year, love." She heard Harry's voice close to her ear making her flinch out of her dreamy world, she looked at him as he leaned down to match her ear. All happy and excited she wraps her arm around his neck in a bear hug, he giggled and hugged her back lifting her off her feet as he swayed them side to side.

"Happy New Year, Harry," she whispered. "Happy New Year!"

He finally set her down on her feet and have her look around, confetti flew everywhere, the lights looked even prettier somehow. She had wanted to come here for so long, she'd sneakily watch glimpse of all of this on TV when her cousins would put on international News channels for it every New Year. She'd talk to her grandma about wanting to go to New York and even promised to take her with. She hugged Harry again out of excitement. This was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she hopped on her feet in excitement, just feeling the vibration on his laugh on her face through his chest before he took her back in his embrace.

"You're very welcome, love." He said, couldn't help but press a kiss on her head. "I want to kiss you so bad though." He whispered.

"I want to kiss you, as well," she admitted pulling away, "I've just never kissed anyone."

"Of you still want me to kiss you I-"

"Yes, please," she gave him her doe eyes interrupting him, he smirked at her briefly before he dipped his head down to kiss her but opted to kiss her cheek first, feeling her cold skin against his lips he moved to her other cheek pressed another kiss on her skin, teasing for a bit he was leaned, or you can say sat on one of those short poles by the edge of the pavement so he had her trapped. Her hands were rested on either of his shoulders. He pulled back enough to take a look at her, her nose and swells of her cheeks had turned red like she's wearing a pretty shade of blush. He pushed her hair behind her shoulder before sneaking his hand to the back of her neck. Nudging the tip of his nose with her gently he smeared his lips on hers, lingering just a tad bit longer before he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. He chuckled when she let go on of breath she didn't know she was holding in.

"You have to learn to breath in between lovie." He whispered, kissing on the corner of her mouth. She moved away enough to look at him.

"I want to kiss again," she said shyly.

"Don't have to ask now, c'mere." He smiled, dimples denting his cheeks deep. He tightened his grip around her waist pulling her in more, letting her make the move and she did. He let his other hand slip down to her waist from her neck, as he lead the kiss tucking her bottom lip in between his two. Not wanting to push any further for now he opted to pull away but not fully until he pecked her mouth a couple of times.

Was it really possible to get addicted to something withing seconds? Well, she was now. He gave the best hugs she was aware but also the best kisses. That was a plus. She wanted to have more kisses but had to resist herself because they're still in public.

It was nearly 3 in the morning when both of got back to their building, Harry parked his car on his usual spot and helped YN het their bags out from the back.

She was just trying to process her feelings. It was hard for her to believe that someone could be so nice for her for the first time, after her grandma of course. He'd drove her to the New York City tonight, but they have been hanging out and going to places around their uni, he's putting efforts into knowing what she likes and not, he even remembers she doesn't like coffee so he gets her hot chocolate or chai everytime they go out. It all overwhelmed her again making her vision blurry with tears again.

"Hey what's wrong lovie?" Harry rushed to where she stood waiting for him to hand her the bags which had her stuff in it.

"No, I'm just happy," she sniffled smiling and making his chuckle.

"You scared me," he sighed, "gimme a kiss we can go up."

She obliged leaning forwards she let him peck her lips.

And that was that for their date. It's been a week he haven't seen her since. Both of them started with work and college so ot was understandable, they'd text back and forth though but that's about it all. It was Friday and he had the day off from work so he waited for YN to be done with her lecture. He was busy on his phone as his dad's manager was texting him about the meetings for the next day, he almost missed YN walking past him with her head hung down and her classic little upset pout on her face.

"Hey, where are you going?" He stopped her and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "What's got you all so upset and pouty, love?" He asked, pulling her in for a warm hug, she just shook her head and returned the hug.

"Missed you," he whispered and heard her mumble something, he believed she reciprocated what he said. "You want to go out today?"

"I just want to go home, I'm a bit tired," she pulled apart from his hug sniffling, her voice was a bit stuffy.

"You alright? Do you need me to take you to doctors?" He asked, worried seeing she clearly has a cold. Touching her forehead-which made her flinch-he found out she's also got a fever.

"No, I went, this-this morning with Belle." She shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards the locker room.

"I am not convinced." He squinted his eyes at her. She sped up to walk to her locker, opened it rather aggressively and handed him a piece of paper which was just kept there. It was a priscription which had today's date on it.

"I do not lie, okay?" She grabbed her tote and shut her locker closed before she started walking out.

"Hey, I'm sorry love." He sighed and followed her out, "I was just teasing. You want to go to mine? I can make us some tomato soup and grilled cheese."

"No, I am not hungry," she said.

"YN, look I'm really sorry, I don't know why you're upset but you can talk to me, you know?" He cooed to her stopping her by the exist of the college building.

"Talking makes it worse for me," she said, with a rather grumpy face now.

"Okay," he nodded, partially sitting on the railing beside the stairs, "your priscription says you need to take medicine this afternoon and for that you need to eat, I can still make you that soup and grilled cheese."

Now she did not wanted to take up his offer when she's turned it down the first time, he's going to tease her, but she was also hungry so she opted to just shrug and letting him choose whatever that meant.

"Alright, can I have a kiss before we go back?" He smiled his classic cheeky smile. Her shoulders drop as a frown took over her face relaxing her grumpy pout.

"You'll get sick too Harry, I want to go back to my flat!" She whined.

"Okay, okay let's go," he sighed. He brought his car with him thinking he'd have to go to work but he chose to take the day off so he drove them back to their building. Just as he was about to walk past her flat, hand in hand she stopped him. "What's wrong?"

"I, uhh," she got on her tippy toes trying to reach upto his ear level as best as she could seeing their other neighbour get back home as well, "I got a stain on my pants, I need to take shower." That's when he noticed she's got a jacket wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, okay come over when you're done then okay?" His smile was soft, the kind which made her want to squish his face and pinch his cheeks, he kissed her cheek.

"Woah!" Her flat door opened, it was Beatrice. "Seriously Harry? Her?" Scoffed and pushed past YN swinging her bag over her shoulder leaving the door wide open.

"That was rude," Harry said to himself.

"I want to be alone today Harry, I'm sorry," YN said rushing in, shut the door behind her on the way. Harry was genuinely confused as he went back to his.

As soon as YN walked in she saw Isabelle standing there in the living room surprised seeing their other roommate's behaviour. She just went to hug her best friend sobbing.

"Hey no babes, don't cry!" Isabelle hugged her back, listened to her rant about how bad her day was getting minute by minute.

"I feel horrible for being rude to Harry," she ended her rant with more sobbing.

"I'm sure he understands YN, just talk to him." Isabelle suggested.

"But I know I will cry and I don't want him to think I'm a cry baby," she cried again.

"I am sure he doesn't think anything of that, it's okay to cry," Isabelle assured her, "he has invited you for lunch, just go over okay? You haven't eaten anything in two days anyway."

"Mhmm," YN nodded.

......................................................................

There she was stood by Harry's door all changed up and in comfy clothes. She was already feeling miserable with her cold and fever and her period and now in the fear of making Harry upset with how rude she was with him. She knocked on the door and it was opened for her rather quickly to reveal Mitch, he had a suitcase with him and a duffle bag.

"Oh hey YN!" He beamed pulling her in a hug.

"Hi," she said, "are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, on a business trip for the week." He nodded, "it was last minute."

"Oh, have a safe journey." She smiled.

"I will," he smiled and turned around to look at Harry, "no shagging on the couch."

"No," Harry shook his head, his cheeks flushed in instant and left YN confused as to what that meant but she stepped in and shut the door behind her. Harry walked back into kitchen hurry whom she tailed behind.

"Harry?" She called.

"Hmm?" He sounded stirring up the soup he made.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier." She said, in a low voice. Grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt gently to get his whole attention, "I am just having a bad day which I know should not be reason to lash out on you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, sweetheart." He cooed stepping closer to her so he can kiss her forehead. "Are you feeling okay now? Did you take your meds?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. "Are you not upset with me?"

"I'm not," he shrugged simply. "Now do you want to help me make grilled cheese?" She nodded and got to help him.

"My dad came to see me yesterday at work," Harry shared, "lashed out on me because I messed up a tiny thing on this mew project which could have been fixed in matter of minutes, later said he was having a bad a day and didn't even apologise."

"I'm sorry," she stopped her actions, "you don't deserve that. But at least he came to see you. My dad said I was lying when I confronted him for not coming to see me like he said he would when I have texts he sent me. I haven't seen him since the day he came to drop me off at airport with Isabelle and her family. He didn't even come to see where my dorm was and how was the living conditions at the place Isabelle and I lived. Just paid for the first two months of rent and flight tickets, I didn't even needed for him to do that."

None of what Harry said was true, his dad did came to see him at work but he did not lash out on him like he described, he just said that so she can share what's been bugging her. She seemed to share when he'd shared something as well. It broke his heart to see her cry again, also he didn't know what to say next but just watched her make sandwiches put them on the pan to toast.

"You don't deserve that you know," he started, licking his dry lips, "you have moved out, you can let go of the past now you know?"

"It's hard when every one his promises of coming to see me seemed so genuine." She shrugged, "I never knew my mother, he said she left a year after I was born. He married again just so I'd have a mother figure around but she didn't wanted me after she had my sister. So my dad took me back to India where my grandma was, I was four when he left me there. At first he called everyday and talked to me because I was so upset now he doesn't even answer my texts for days. It was so good you know, first four years of my life. I remember everything from my third birthday up until the day he left me with his mother. Kids in my class used to make fun of me saying how can you remember things from when you were 4, but that's all good I knew."

She paused to look up at Harry who was listening to her so intently, looked visibly so hurt, "I'm sorry, I'm just ranting."

"No, no I want to hear it." He insisted, "it's always nice to talk about it you know? Let it all out. Didn't you say your grandma loved you?"

"She did," YN smiled, "she was the most amazing person I've ever known. She'd tell me all these horror stories which I'm sure half of them were made up, but having a mum is way different. My Aunty used to help my cousins with their homework, but would purposely teach me wrong things so I wouldn't be able to get into school my dad wanted me go. He was intending to send me to a private school, but they had put into a government school which is free and hog all the money my dad sent for the school and send their kids to nicer schools instead. She lied to my dad saying I'm not that bright of a student to get into school he wanted me to go. And lied about every little thing, when I'd say to my dad that she says mean things to me, sometimes beat me if I forgot to do my homework or something she asked me to do, she lied saying I am the one who's lying so my dad can take me back with him. I seriously don't know why she hated me so much, at one point she even started to make me write 'YN is a huge liar' a hundred times twice a day, or not let me eat for days as punishment. This one summer, I was coming back home school and I spent my bus fair to get something cold to drink so I had to walk back home, I was just half hour late. I did not get any bus fair, or a water bottle for next week as punishment."

"How can your dad not believe a child, I'm sorry you had to go through all that love," he moved closer to her wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close.

"It's okay now, I guess, I'm at least not living with them anymore." She shrugged, still crying, "I just feel so unwanted that my dad just abandoned me like that. He promised he would come see me after New year, but he didn't. He said he couldn't come." And with that she started sobbing.

"I want you be with me," he admitted, "I know we've known each other for only about six months, started dating last month but do I want to be with you." He cuddle into her, wanting to just protect her from everything like she's the most precious little thing.

"I don't want promises Harry," her voice came as muffle against the fabric of his hoodie.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," he said more ardently than he expected, that made her start sobbing again.

"Sorry, I'm such a cry baby I cry over everything." She mumbled taking half a step back.

"You're not, this is the way you express yourself and it's okay to cry," he assured her, "I find it rather adorable, your nose and cheeks get red when you cry. You're my favourite cry baby!"

"How can you find it adorable?" She whined crying again, hiding her face in her sweater paws.

"Okay no more crying," he cooed chucking. He also noticed she was wearing the cardigan he got her, as expected it was a but bug on her but it looked comfy. "Hey, look you don't have to cry over that anymore okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded and went for in to hug him wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her face in between the gap of her arm and his neck. He hugged her back of course.

"You're feeling good?" He asked.

"A little," she admitted still not ready to let go of him.

"Do you want to eat now, we can cuddle later?" He suggested but she nodded in disagreement, "you're tummy is growling, I promise we can hug all you want later okay?" He earned another whine from her.

"Okay, no promises, we are cuddling and watching The Office, yeah?" He bargained.

"Yeah," she sniffled pulling away.

They took the food to table Harry and Mitch had tactfully kept in the place next to kitchen and Harry's bedroom door, it just had two chairs. As far as YN knows it's just Harry and Mitch living there even though they've got a three bedroom flat. He even made her a cup of Chai after lunch and they cuddled up on the sofa watching The Office like he said. Harry had also made sure to get her a throw blanket and a hot water bag.

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Spring break was around the corner. YN was doing way better than she was few months ago.

She saw her best friend less and less as her classes keeps getting tougher on her but they still manage to hang out and have their girlie tea time and spa days once a month and bitch about everything happens in college. It was mostly just her and Harry now.

Especially now when they're schedules go along so well together. Especially since they made it official. As much as Harry wanted to make it special, take her out to a fancy ass restaurant and ask her to be girlfriend but it happened in spur of moment when they were in library. He was extra pissed that day after hearing a rather crude remark by Beatrice for YN.

"Harry please, I'm used to her saying stuff. It's okay, she's just wasting her own energy." She'd try to convince him to calm down.

"How can you take her talking shit about you all the time which doesn't even make sense? I can't take anyone talking about my girlfriend!" He blurted out in all his frustration but had to keep a hushed tone.

"Am I-am I your-am I your girlfriend?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks heated up a bit as she tilted her head to side to be able to look at Harry. Who gave her a nervous look, it's not him gets to be all nervous it was her job but she found him adorable in the moment. His eyes rounded out and a faint crease in between his eyebrows, he looked a lost little kitten. "What?"

"That just slipped," he licked his dry lips, "I wanted to make it a lot special for us, I'm sorry if you're not ready to put any label to it."

"No, no it's okay," she stuttered, trying to hold back her stupid grin.

"As in you want to make this official 'it's okay'?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she nodded, biting on her lip consciously trying to look stupid with her giddy smile.

"Uh-huh!" He nodded, teasing her as he leaned in to kiss her mouth softly. She has now learned to take his teasing light heartedly now, still learning to make her triggers less and less powerful on her. "You're my girlfriend now, wow!" He sighed in disbelief.

"Why you don't, dont want that?" She asked, getting all serious again.

"You're just so pretty," he said dramatically smacking the table but not too loudly as he leaned in closer to her again, "no ones going to believe I've got such a beautiful girlfriend." He mumbled against her mouth before pressing another soft kiss on her lips.

"Everyone will," she nodded taking one of her hands to rest upon his cheek lovingly, "I don't know about Beatrice though." She giggled making him chuckled.

"Don't have care about that," he assured her.

YN later also found out that Harry does in fact have another roommate who is always on business trips as well but way more than Mitch is, and she also happened to find out that he's the biggest pervert of all time. But just like Beatrice, Harry and Mitch cope with the annoying man just because he pays his part of rent and bills on time. Now that he's home most of the time, Harry and YN opt to hang out at hers (if Beatrice is not present) or in his room.

Today, was a nice warm day. Perfect for YN and Isabella to have their Spa day. YN made the Chai and Isabella brought out her best fave masks and robes and hair bands. They sat on YN's balcony.

"So how have you been this whole week?" Isabelle asked.

"It was okay," YN shrugged. "How was your week?"

"Filled with stupid assignments." She sighed, "I want to hear about you, I'm always ranting about shit. How is everything with Harry? Did you guys kiss yet?"

YN's eyes evidently went wide. She haven't shared that bit with Isabelle yet. She wanted to gate keep the information that her and Harry are close enough to kiss, though it's been a couple of months and I was quite believable to her best friend as to how shy and closed off she is with a new person.

"Everything is good, and yes." YN nodded, sheepishly.

Isabelle gasped, "when?"

"When he took me to NYC..." YN hesitated to answer.

"You bitch!" Isabelle exclaimed, "you didn't tell me!"

"I wanted to keep it to myself." YN shrugged. "We made it official last week."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed again, "that's so good, congratulations bestie."

YN giggled at her friend's excitement, "thank you."

"Anything else?" She teased, "you don't have to gate keep it from me."

"No, nothing more." YN shook her head knowing her friend all too well with her teasing, "I don't know if I'm ready yet, or I think I want to wait till I'm married."

"Sure thing darling, never let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to." Isabelle said, sipped on her chai, "this tea is amazing by the way!"

"Thank you," YN said, "I kinda wanna share something else too."

"Go ahead."

"This is going to be such a stupid question, but I've figured I actually love him." YN confessed earning another excited gasp from her best friend, "I just don't know how to say it. And I kinda wanna be the first one to say it, but I also don't know if he feels the same about me too. And I'm very nervous."

"Awh! My bestie is in love," Isabelle sighed, "just say it. Don't think too much about it. When you're at his and he's cooking for you just say it. Blurt it out."

"It's not that easy." YN shook her head, "he is sort of intimidating, but in a good way you know."

"I just... Said it to Aaron," she shrugged, "but awh! I get it honey, maybe try when you're both out, or on a walk. So you know, you can run if needed."

"Oh my god Belle, don't scare me like that!" YN gasped, and her sheet mask almost slipped off her face.

"Just kidding," Isabelle had a good laugh, "but you know—"

"Isabelle, I was just wondering if I can bring—" Beatrice stopped noticing she interrupted something.

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"I was wondering if you're fine with me bringing few of my friends over tonight?" She asked.

"I'm fine with it, don't want to ask YN too? I mean she lives here," Isabelle said. Beatrice just looked at YN.

"I don't know, I want to have a quiet night." YN shrugged.

"Gosh you two are so fucking boring!" Beatrice groaned but sat on the empty chair there which was there to hold YN and Isabelle's tea mugs.

"What is up with you, why are you so annoyed all the time?" Isabelle scoffed annoyed, sipping on her tea. YN did not paid mind to their bickering back and forth most of the time, she was busy adjusting her sheet mask which was slipping off her face. She didn't do any fancy mask like Isabelle because her skin was feeling very nice and she did wanted to do something to cause her to get zits all over her face.

"Oh don't ask," Beatrice sighed as if Isabelle was curious to know what's up with her, "I've been trying so hard to hook up with this guy again but he doesn't acknowledge me anymore."

"Then just go to someone else." Isabelle said in a lazy tone, "We don't—"

"No, I mean I knew he said he enjoyed the first time around I was so stupid to think he'd want to sleep with me again. It was Harry by the way, he's been avoiding me for some reason. I guess he's just got a thing of not shagging anyone more than once I guess." She shrugged simply, taking Isabelle and especially YN by surprise, "saw him leave the party with someone last night. Gosh, I wish it was me."

"Do you realise him and YN are dating now, what the fuck are you talking about? How can you talk shit like that in front of his girlfriend?" Isabelle snapped.

"Oh, you're together now? Like girlfriend and boyfriend?" She scoffed mockingly, "he's nust fooling around with you honey, he did the same to Alice from his Secretarial Law class as she wasn't ready to you know... But he just ghosted hee once they did it."

"Shut up Beatrice, get the fuck out of here!" Isabelle deadpanned.

"His girlfriend isn't saying anything. Thought you got me and we were friends. Guess not." With that she left the room.

"YN, don't listen to her okay? You know she enjoys to get under your skin for some reason." Isabelle trued to assured her crying best friend. "You've been with him for long enough to know it's not true."

"What if it is?" She asked, doubting everything.

"You need to talk to him, remember communication is key to everything." Her friend said, "look, don't cry now darling."

"But, but she said he left with someone last night!" YN mumbled, more to herself than sharing it with her best friend.

"You don't know for sure, YN, I'm always going to suggest you to go talk to him." Isabelle stressed on her advice to her.

"I, I don't want to talk to him now." She shook her head, standing up from her place and walking inside her room.

"What just happened?"

"Oh fuck!" Isabelle sighed, "it's not my place to tell you, I'm sorry." She shrugged looking at tired and hung over Harry stood in his balcony before she went in to check on her best friend.

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The next day, YN was at work all day, working an extra job during her break time so she can go to LA with Isabelle like they planned. There is so fucking way she's asking her dad for any more money after he blew her off like that. But Harry had made sure to talk to her asking about why she was crying.

It felt so wrong to believe what Beatrice said, she just hated her. It wasn't like it couldn't be true as well.

She had seen similar thing happen in movies but always thought it was an over exaggeration, but it also felt dramatic to compare her feelings to a stupid random movie plot.

All her life, everyone who's close to her have either left her own her own or just betrayed her. Like her best friend back home did. All she did was walked home with one of their mutual friend whom her friend was secretly dating and thought entirely wrong about both of them, it went to the point where she was seriously grounded so bad when her aunty got to know about it. Hell, even her own dad didn't wanted her.

Wait, is she overreacting?

She probably is.

She loves him. She'd just come to terms with it not even a couple of days ago, have wanting nothing more than to tell him that. She didn't know how to, but she had been writing and scrapping her monologues of rants to explain it to him all. He'd listen to her, every little syllable she'd utter, he made her feel visible. He helped her not invalidate her feelings like she is always used to. As un-feminist as it might sound of her but is a way he'd made her love herself just a tad bit than she ever remembers. All his little acts of services like cooking random meals for her or just randomly driving her somewhere to eat, take her bag sometimes when they walk back home from Uni. His acts of physical affection especially were her favourite, most especially his hugs or when he holds her hand and refuses to let go even when he's talking to his friends. He did that just with her right?

She wouldn't want anyone to have that but herself, even if that meant she was selfish for wanting all him to herself. He's her boyfriend after all, you don't share that with anyone else right?

YN finally understood what shagging meant and what Mitch was saying the other day. It was weird. To her especially. She didn't know if wanted to do that anytime soon, really.

It made her wonder how everyone her age was out drinking, hooking up and doing everything she grew up to believe wasn't right. Well, at the end of the day everything narrows down to one's own personal morals unless they're not hurting anyone's feelings. But she'd talked to her best friend about it, getting to know her views on this made keep her mind open. Whatever Harry did before they got together shouldn't be any of her business, right? As long as he didn't do any of that with anyone when he's with her.

But again, why would she doubt him and not talk to him like her best friend suggested? She's too much of a coward to face her feelings sometimes, that's the case. Yeah!

She didn't realise she'd already reached her building from work, and gotten into the lift without checking that it would be headed down to the basement parking first. Her entire day was a haze, let alone her remembering getting into lift without checking if it was would take her to her floor or take her to the basement first. Just as the lift door dinged open her phone dinged of a message too.

"YN, baby," she heard Harry, "what are you doing here?" She noticed his phone in his hand, it was definitely a fifth text from him. He grabbed her hand gently and pulled her out so he could hug her.

"What's wrong, lovie, why were you crying yesterday?" He asked, his voice hushed low.

"No—nothing." She shook her head clutching onto her bag but not returning his hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"It's nothing," she shook her head.

"Look I'm not going to trick you this time saying something to get it out of you," he warned her, but even his warning was gentle, "I know it's something I did to make you upset, you're avoiding me. Wanna fix it. You wanna talk about it?"

She nodded in agreement finally but shook her head in no, "let's go to mine, yeah?"

"No, no, I don't want to go upstairs and talk." She stuttered, "please?"

"Okay, let's go to my car, yeah?" He suggested but already making their way to his car, he opened the passanger door for her and made her sit there as he crouched on the ground next to her. "Now tell me, what happened yesterday?"

"Who—who was with you on Friday night?" She asked, almost choking on her own breath trying to hold back her tears.

"I was with the boys lovie, got a little tipsy so I called Mitch to pick me up. That's all." He shared, even though he'd find that question a bit invasive even if it were his girlfriend for the matter of fact, seeing her on verge of sobbing made his heart sink to his stomach so he caved in.

"So you didn't go with a girl to her place after?" She asked.

"No, why would I? Where is this coming from baby?" He asked his worried and frantic questions.

"Beatrice said that," she admitted, "that you left alone with this girl to her place. And some other things, I don't want to say."

He sighed heavily, "that was one of Niall's friend baby, we dropped her home as she was drunk her arse off that night. Wanted her to get home safely. Don't believe anything Beatrice says, okay?"

"Mhmm," she nodded sniffling on her tears, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He shook his head, "hey look at me?" With his hand cradling her jaw he made her look at him, "I know you don't like promises, but I need you to make me one promise, okay? Please?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"Promise me you'll come and talk to me about anything you want, especially if it is about you and I, about us, okay?" His was soft, he swiped the mascara stained tears from her soft skin.

"Mhmm."

"No, I want you to say it." He said, ardently.

"I promise." She mumbled.

"That's like a good girl," he smiled but it was not enough to see his dimples dent deep in his cheeks, "I know exactly what she said more. Look I don't do any of that, sleeping around with random people anymore. I wouldn't dare to do that especially when I'm with you, love. I want you to know that, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded in assurance.

"And the thing with Beatrice, to me it was nothing. Don't ever believe anything she says," he repeated, "I want this to work so bad with you, YN you know? I wouldn't do any of that and ruin it all. I know it is hard for you to trust on anyone but you have to, with me, I want to be with you for as long as you want me to stay. I'm not going to leave unless you say so, it's not a promise but a vow because I'm so, so, so in love with you." He said it.

Don't blame him, okay? He needed to say that. Especially when she is so upset.

"You—what?" For a second she did not believe what he said, especially his concluding statement.

"I love you," be repeated, "so much."

"You do?" Her voice almost stuck in her throat as her eyes pooled up with tears all over again.

"Of course I do. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." He smiled. "I know it sounds weird in real life, but I knew it the moment I saw you at that party. That I at least wanna be friends with you, but I got lucky that I got to do that and get the chance to fall in love with you. You looked so adorable in your little dress, mascara running down your chubby cheeks just like now." He pointed making her chuckle, "I just love you."

"I wanted to say that first!" She whined making him laugh.

"I can pretend I didn't say it first then," he took both her hands in his own. "Come on you can say it."

She was looking at him with her classic doe eyes the whole time, a little pout on her lips, "I love you, Harry."

He gasped, "I thought you'd never say that, I love you too YN."

"Stop playing!" She whined again like a toddler at his teasing.

"Okay, okay, seriously, I love you a lot baby." He said, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumbs.

"I love you too." She sounded. "Can I tell you something?"

"I'm listening," he moved closer, listening to her intently.

"I tried to practice but I can't," she admitted sheepishly making his smile grow wider resulting his dimples to show up now, "I don't know, you just make me feel safe, and heard, and validated. Thank you for choosing to be on my side."

"I'd never change that for anything." He announced, "you deserve to be heard and validated, I'm so glad you feel safe with me baby."

"I'm not a baby, don't call me that," she pouted with a grumpy face.

"You are," he corrected her, "you're my baby, whether you like it or not." She chuckled at that.

"One more thing," she hesitated.

"Please share it with me." His politeness was killing her and melting her heart into a puddle.

"No, it's nothing leave it. I'll tell you when the time is." She shied away.

"No come on, tell me," he insisted.

"It's nothing serious, I swear, I'll tell you but not now." She assured him. "And ummm, I'm sorry I shouldn't ask you where you've been I know I shouldn't be nosy but what Beatrice said was bugging me. I will never ask you that question again."

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on that." He nodded, "thank you, and it's alright with me. I'm glad we had this talk." He gave her an assuring smile, bringing her hand up to his mouth he kissed her knuckles gently. "Did you eat anything? Do want to go out for dinner?"

"Isabelle and I made Lasagna today but we didn't eat any as she brought doughnuts, so it's still untouched ," she said, "we can go tomorrow, if you still want."

"I want some too," he stood up making way so she can step out and they can go upto their respective flats, or Harry would tag along.

"Okay," she nodded. "We can invite Mitch too."

"Did you guys made enough to feed our entire building?" He chuckled.

"No, just enough for Lunch and Dinner but like I said we ate doughnuts so we didn't even touch it." She explained.

"I'll text him," Harry nodded.

They went back to hers to eat lasagna. Harry Listened to YN rant about Isabelle was bugging her to make Lasagna as she sucks at making pasta dishes herself (though her rice dishes and home-made snacks slapped good! Both of them were good at something or other) and she didn't wanted to go out alone. So she had to dig out a recipe online and make it right the first time of trying it.

For the rest of the night Harry stayed over and they finished watching the entire The Office series and moved on to Friends, until YN fell asleep snuggled up next to him. Feeling all the more safe and sound also comfortable in her own bed, though it would be the first time of them sharing a bed for the night.

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”