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starberryz · 2 years

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SAIKI FLUFF ALPHABET

Character: Kusuo Saiki

Requested by: my favorite Saiki obsessed friend 😭

Requests: open

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves your smile. He goes out of his way to do little things that make you smile like grabbing you an extra coffee jelly when he buys himself some.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He doesn’t really have a favorite part of your body, after a second he can pretty much see through your body so he just sees muscle but he does love using your thighs as pillows so he would have to say your thighs (in a non creepy way)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Saiki didn’t really like cuddling at first but now he has to admit he loves to cuddle with you. He’s usually big spoon when you two cuddle but he’s fine with whatever as long as your comfortable.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

His ideal date is for the two of you to get some of his favorite sweets and watch a movie at home. He doesn’t want to run into one of his friends or just have to be around people so being able to just focus on you at home is his ideal date.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Saiki isn’t the most expressive person but he tries his best to be more expressive around you. When you two are alone he smiles a lot more and says how he’s feeling.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I can’t really tell if Saiki would want a family. He’s good with kids from what we’ve seen so he might want some. He would want to get married to you, I don’t see him dating someone without the intent to marry, but when it comes to having kids it’s mainly up to you to decide.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves giving you gifts and receiving them. Whenever you give him something he cherishes it. If you give him a plushie or anything he will make sure that it is out in the open on his desk or bed, and if you give him coffee jelly he will want to marry you on the spot.

H = Hand Holding (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He isn’t really into PDA so he doesn’t hold your hand un-prompted but he never says no when you want to hold his hand. He holds your hand by intertwining your fingers because he likes how secure it is.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

You barely ever get hurt when Saiki’s around. Your about to knock into something? What do you mean your not even walking that way now? Something’s about to fall on you? Oh good thing it changed direction at the last moment! But whenever you do get hurt he low-key freaks out. Even if it’s small he feels horrible for not being able to protect you.

J = Jokes (do they like jokes or make them a lot?)

He doesn’t make jokes a lot but sometimes he’ll make a joke or two. Sometimes he’ll laugh at your jokes but it’s pretty rare. (He likes watching you try to make him laugh)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Saiki is actually pretty shy about initiating kisses, he can read your mind and know you won’t mind but he’s still nervous. The first time you two kissed he broke a window 💀

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

His love language is acts of service so he is always doing stuff for you. If you can’t reach something on a top shelf he uses his powers to grab it for you or if you want something he’ll read your mind and go buy it for you.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Any memory where it’s just you two alone having fun doing something, if it’s you two playing videos games or just trying to make a recipe you saw online he loves it.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Saiki isn’t afraid of a lot but he’s a bit scared that one day you’ll wake up and for some reason not love him anymore. He knows it’s unrealistic but he can’t help it.

O = Oddity (what is one odd thing about them?)

He will do ANYTHING for sweets. Normally he would never want to go on a date outside but say you’ll give him some coffee jelly and he is grabbing his coat to go immediately.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He isn’t a big fan of pet names but sometimes he’ll call you babe or a shortened version of your name. If you like any certain pet names he’ll call you them though 100%.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Like I’ve said he loves staying at home with you doing whatever. He likes cuddling with you while watching tv or playing videos games most of all I think.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Probably “something about you” by Eyedress

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s pretty open with you, after a bit of you two dating he tells you about his powers of course because he doesn’t want to hide them from you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

At first Saiki was in denial about liking you hardcore. “Of course I don’t like them, I just tolerate them more than the others..” etc. etc. but after around 2 months he finally admitted he liked you and asked you out.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Whenever he’s upset he gets even more quiet than he usually is and kind of avoids you a bit. He does tell you whats wrong after a bit because he doesn’t like keeping secrets from you or hiding his emotions.

V = Vaunt (Do they like to show you off?)

He doesn’t show you off a lot but if there’s someone he knows likes you he is showing everyone that you two are dating.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He doesn’t like to fight but anytime someone is rude to you or anything like that he will chuck a whole building at them instead of straight up fighting.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Saiki can read your mind so he can read you super easy. He doesn’t like reading your mind 24/7 so he usually wears his germanium ring around you but if you won’t tell him what’s wrong he will take it off to try and tell what’s up.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Probably somewhere without a lot of people, like maybe a park that’s one of your favorite date spots or having dinner at home with his family. Thanks to his powers he will make sure to get the perfect ring for you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Whenever Saiki is around you in general he instantly feels calm, you help clear his head. Anytime he’s stressed he teleports into your room to cuddle with you.

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#requests are open #kusuo saiki #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo

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guppieartblog · 4 months

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Tell use about your story!

Hello Anon! Nice to meet you! I’m so glad you are interested in hearing about my story ideas! :D

The real question is WHICH ONE? I have so many in mind that I don’t know exactly which to explain, but I’ll give you one for now and give the options of the others if you guys wanna know more about them!

The first one I’m going to start with is an South Park comic I have been very slowly working on, and there is no name for it! (You’ll see why in a moment) I based it a bit off of Omori, South Park (duh), and the Undertale Alternate Universe character known as Core Frisk :) Actually, as I was writing this, I may call it something along the lines of Error404 but I still am not sure! If you have suggestions let me know!

Basically, the idea was that when Stan burned down his fathers farm, it caused a malfunction in his “Universe” and caused it to implode into itself. However, Stan made it out alive, yet without memory of his past whatsoever, and somehow ends up in an alternate universe different to his own, a world without a Stan Marsh. Once discovered by some kids his age (Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and Marjorine), he learns of how their world works and discovers true happiness once again. However, there’s a twist to this tale. Stanley can see everything, and I don’t mean within his vision-span. He sees way more then he is supposed to, he is a glitch, and what do you do when you notice a glitch? Try to eradicate it.

I can’t say much else, because it would be spoilers, but let me know what you guys think! I really am interested in continuing this idea, and I hope to be able to do so in the future!

My other South Park story ideas are as follows:

- South Park SOT/Zelda style AU

- When The Leaves Fall (a spStyle focused AU where Stan is a band nerd and Kyle plays basketball!)

- Sportz Kidz (Psychological Horror using those off-brand South Park plushies as characters lmao)

- Gem AU! (Just them with gems growing on them, sort of Steven Universe like)

- Apocalypse AU similar to Resident Evil

- Bruised Knees (Stan and Heidi start getting along out of the blue and Kyle is super confuzzled and jelly idk)

- The Distance Between Us (a sp Style endgame au based on celestial bodies in space and the fantasy kingdom storytelling!)

- FNAF/South Park AU (I did start this already as a comic on Instagram but I’m in the process of rebooting it with a better story timeline since I didn’t exactly have one when I first made it oopsie poopsie)

Non South Park AU’s:

- Chromophobia (the first video game idea I had, based on colors, ghosts, trauma, psychological horror, and of course the indie game style lore!)

- Undertale Multiverse: The Story of Crayola

- Undertale Multiverse: The Origins of Diamond

- Blue Skies: The story of how Opal (my OC) and Ember (my friends OC) met and became super cool lesbos

- Jungle Safari adventure between my two OC’s, the siblings Ky and Jacob

- Cloud City

- Etc., the list goes on and on for all of them :3

Anyways, the last thing I wanted to add was the original title and poster(?) of the Bruised Knees story, the covers of some of these other stories, and the link to my FNAF South Park instagram! Check it out if you want to see the original ideas of this story! (The Blue Skies Picture was actually drawn by my friend @sanowsiri , the creator of Ember!) :3

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hoperoiselover · 1 year

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YIPPIEEE NEW CHAPTER!!! READ ON AO3 HERE TW: doubt in god/questioning faith, child abuse, attempted murder. CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE OBEY AND PRAY

Jonah was fast asleep, curled up in his bed, hugging his elephant plushie…

Adam stared at the boy from the crack in the closet door, where the hinges met one another. He held the plush that Jonah had given him and took a deep breath. It was foolish of Jonah to have willingly let him inside his room… His home. Now it laid dormant, waiting for the right time to strike…

Adam’s hands were quivering, he let out a shaky breath…It was only about a matter of time…He had to do this… This is the only reason why he was still alive.

Why was he so hesitant?

Its victim was vulnerable…all it had to do was kill him… Adam had hardly known the boy…So why was he so conflicted?.. Yes, Jonah has treated him with kindness and patience…,but he didn’t get sent here to be treated like an individual.

He opened the closet door, and it creaked softly. Adam stood up, his legs felt like jelly as he made his way to the sleeping boy. Long, sharp claws brushed against each other as it grew out of his pale fingers. He could feel his right hand grow in size as he stood over Jonah. Adam stared at Jonah, his eyes black as the void and pupils white as the abyss. He moved his clawed gray finger towards Jonah’s neck…This was it…If he just killed him now…Adam would be free…The Angel…that...sick, twisted angel…would finally free his soul…

But…that would mean Jonah would be gone…

The Angel would talk to Adam about his kind, speaking of the trapped souls that would forever be tortured for their foolishness…For having a speck of humanity still in them.

The Angel knew all and saw all. Adam knew very well that The Angel was looking at him right now. The Angel would punish him… put him in that stupid chair and have him stare at that… t.v for hours….maybe even days, months…until he had learned…how to be the perfect sheep… There is a name that humans use for his kind, alternates…Well, The Angel called them Sheeps and Lambs… Adam was a lamb, the most weak and expendable… His types were being programmed and learning how to be the ‘perfect sheep’ for The Angel’s army… Adam wasn’t weak… and he wasn’t stupid either. A deal was a deal and he had struck one with The Angel…

But was it fair?...For Jonah that is…He had welcomed Adam with open arms, offering him food, juice, a place to sleep and friendship… even at the cost of his own safety… Killing him now, and forcing him to suffer in the endless void that is death… No…Adam couldn’t.. It wasn’t fair… No one should suffer like this. No one should have to question their faith in others and have to be torn away from their families at such a young age… Adam knew that feeling all too well.

He brought his shaky hand back to his side and felt it size down back to normal…His breathing was shaky, and he could feel tears going down his face. A wave of dread and shame crashed down against him. He stood there continuing to stare at Jonah as tears streamed down the sides of his pale face.

“Mhpm…Adam?...” Jonah had stirred awake, the feeling of Adam staring at him had forced him to wake up.

Adam didn’t say anything. He looked at Jonah with slight fear, stepping back slightly.

“Hey,..It’s okay,..did you have a nightmare?...” Jonah muttered, his voice still coated with sleep.

He looked at Adam with a sad, yet concerned look in his eyes.

“Do you want a hug?...Momma always gives me hugs when I have a nightmare…” Jonah smiled softly and sat up, letting his legs dangle off the side of his bed.

Adam looked at Jonah, and nodded his head. He hadn’t had a hug in a long time, and he wasn’t the biggest fan of touch…But he was scared..not just for himself, but for Jonah too. The Angel knew that Adam had failed to do what he was meant to do…

The Angel would send someone for him… if The Angel was feeling merciful that is…

Adam promised that he’d get the job done, but not yet. He wasn’t ready.

Jonah stood up from his bed and walked over to Adam, wrapping his arms around Adam’s thin frame.

Adam slowly brought his arm up and hugged Jonah back. He felt the warm tears run down his face as he held onto Jonah… He didn’t want to hurt Jonah… He didn’t want to kill him…

“Are you feeling better?..” Jonah released himself from the hug and looked at Adam.

Adam sniffed and rubbed his eyes, nodding. He didn’t feel like talking.

Jonah smiled softly.

“Here let’s get you back to bed,..I don’t want Pops or Momma to hear me..” He whispered and held Adam’s hand.

Adam nodded again and used his thumb to rub Jonah’s hand. He liked how smooth and soft Jonah’s hand felt. He felt safe, yet he knew that he was never safe.

Safety was an illusion. It was a term that humans made up so they could imagine that there wasn’t something constantly looming over them, determining their time of death. God wasn’t with them. God had left them a long time ago, and he’s never coming back.

Jonah led Adam back to the closet, and sat down on his knees.

“Here, lay down Adam,” Jonah smiled at the blonde boy.

“Don’t worry,...you’re safe,” Jonah squeezed Adam’s hand in reassurance.

Adam nodded and layed back down. He could feel The Angel loaming over him, proving Jonah wrong. He closed his eyes as Jonah covered him with the blanket and rested Zoomie next to him. Jonah stood up and went back to the comfort and safety of his bed.

Safety wasn’t real. There was always someone there.

Waiting.

“Good night, Adam,...”

Listening.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,”

Watching.

Can you see it?

Can you see him watching over us?

Open your eyes, Jonah.

I hope you like your new best friend, because he likes you too.

How sad.

Cesar looked at Adam with fear as Adam stood in front of a static filled t.v.

“ADAM WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?.....WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?.... WHERE IS HE….” END OF CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE, OBEY AND PRAY

#the kiddela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au #tmc #adam murray #jonah marshall #alt gabriel #tw: implied child abuse #tw: attempted murder #tw: religious themes

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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A day at the farmers market with cottagecare!Harry

Summary: The styles family spends a day at the farmers market :)

warnings: possible swearing

“Morning” Harry yawns, coming downstairs, walking down the creaky steps of their cottage. “Good morning, honey” Y/n softly calls, whipping something up in the kitchen, making what looks to be a mixed berry smoothie. Harry yawns, wrapping his arms around his little girl and kissing her cheek multiple times, saying a good morning. She clings to his Henley, saying good morning to him while she smacks on her fruit.

Harry pulls his little boy out of the bassinet he was laying in, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. “What are you making, dovie?” Harry asks, patting Forests bum. Y/n scoops out the dark purple colored smoothie like substance out of the blender, putting it in a mason jar- like almost every other thing in their kitchen. “It’s baby food,” Y/n says, holding a small multi-colored baby spoon up to Forrest's lips with the thick baby food on it. The little boy opens his mouth the smallest bit, taking the spoon in.

“My love, we can just buy that.” Harry says, making Y/n shake her head.

“And we can just buy a lot of things we make but I’m not feeding my baby’s that crap.” Y/n says, pulling Forest into her arms.

“The farmers market opens today, I want to go up there and look around then sell some of our stuff. I love doing that” Harry explains, going back over to violet and giving her a hug. The almost two year old clings to her daddy, Harry pulling her out of the chair and up into his arms, giving her a proper morning cuddle. “That would be nice. The weather is a bit rainy today though,” Y/n hums, reaching up to find a lid for the mason jar before stashing the baby food away in their vintage fridge.

Y/n sets a bowl of oats and berries down next to Harry, giving him a peck before telling Violet that she needs to finish her breakfast. Violet's face scrunches up, covering her daddy’s mouth. “Icky!” She says, making the couple laugh. “Go eat your breakfast, sweet pea” Harry says, letting her down from his arms and letting her toddle her way back over to her own seat.

“M’ I love this weather” Y/n sighs, opening a window, welcoming the fresh breeze in their stuffy cottage, the fresh scent and sound of rain now hammering through their home. “Know y’ do” Harry smiles, Y/n joining them at the wooden table, setting her own bowl down, Forest latched to her.

“It’s the perfect day to go to the farmers market, just have to dress the little ones for the colder days.” Y/n says, Harry giving her a warm sleepy smile, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “I bet the ducks are enjoying this” Harry adds, Y/n nodding at his words and Violet clapping her hands together while she munches on some honey covered fruit. The honey from their own bees they take care of, outside in their brood box.

“Definitely,” Y/n breaths, letting her eyes fall closed for a second to let the sound of the rain relax her before opening them back up, diving into her breakfast.

“Honey, have you seen my glasses?” Harry asks, trudging down the stairs, ready for a day at the farmers market. He’s dressed in a ribbed cotton shirt- a warm brown color, along with a pair of brown plaid pants to go with it, some daisies stitched in the pockets that he asked Y/n to add just for him, and a forest green beanie to keep his curls from getting wet- but all he needs are his glasses to finish the look. “I’ll give you two guesses, baby” Y/n says, packing some small snacks for Violet while they are gone for a good chunk of the day.

“Do you have them?” Harry asks, rounding his way to the kitchen, seeing his circle lenses on the top of her head. “How did you know?” She teases, Harry shrugging and pulling them from her and onto his eyes, pushing them up his nose.

“Let’s go,” Y/n sings, pulling Forest into her arms and pulling the diaper bag onto her shoulder. Harry reached out for his daughter, holding a hand out for her. “Come here, little one” Harry calls out for violet, she stampers over to her daddy after placing her crayons down. She reaches for his hand, Harry pulling her up instead, resting her on his hip.

They walk out of the cottage, locking the door and walking out of the gate. They walk over to their Volkswagen bus, a white and orange one. They originally got it because they both love the sixties aesthetic of it and it was a good way to haul everything from their little farm, but now they have grown to love it for more than just farm usage. “Let’s buckle you up,” Harry coos, placing Violet in her car seat while Y/n buckles Forest in his much larger car seat, making sure he is comfortable and secure. Harry makes sure Violet is comfortable before sliding the door shut and getting in the driver's seat.

“Did you bring a lot of honey?” Y/n asks, cradling Forest to her chest, patting his bum softly while Violet sets behind them, snacking on some grapes. She’s a hungry girl.

Harry nods, setting mason jars over the while fold out table that was already set up at the farmers market, under a small canopy “Yeah, and I brought some pumpkin jam too” Harry notes, setting everything up in rows, organizing them and grouping them all together neatly into their separate categories. Y/n nods, kissing Forest's hand, warming up her small baby. Harry turns, wrapping his arms around violet in a warm hug, resting his chin on top of her head. She wraps her small arms around him, giving him a squeeze. “I love you” Harry says, kissing her head.

“Love you!” Violet says, making Harry smile, kissing her cheek. Y/n holds Forest up, looking at him suspiciously. “Babe, I need to go change Forest” Y/n says, stepping out of the beige topped canopy and grabbing the diaper bag she had packed just before they left. Harry nods, pulling violet close to him. They hate that they are such ‘helicopter parents’ but they can’t help it, they both mainly work from home and they love their children more than anything in this world. “Okay, I’ll just keep Violet close to me.” Harry hums, playing with the small pig tails that spring on the top of violet's hair. “So you don’t get stolen because you are so cute!” Harry coos, making Y/n give him a strange look, walking back to their bus.

Harry sells a couple jars of honey and some strawberry jelly while they are gone, coming back with a blue knit hat on Forest’s head, a big embroidered bumble bee on the front of it. “Where did you find that, honey?” Harry asks, violet standing in front of him, playing with his wedding ring. “A lady sold it at her stand so I bought it from her” she says, tucking Forest in his car seat and giving him a small stuffed animal that has a rattle in the belly- it’s one of his favorite toys.

“Do you think he’s gonna stay blonde?” Harry asks, the boy only having a thin layer of hair coating his head, it’s a blonde color- almost just like Harry’s when he was a toddler. Even though Harry had the beautiful luscious locks that he has now he didn’t really start getting hair until he was around one year old. “Probably not,” Y/n says, holding a hand out for violet.

“Hello,” an older woman sings, making the couple turn their head, putting on a warm smile to welcome the customer. “Hi!” Violet chirps, making everyone laugh, Harry softly rubbing her back. “You two look so young! Are these your kids?” She asks, the couple nodding, Y/n trying to calm the slightly fussy baby. It’s noisy at the farmers market and Forest needs to sleep, he is only three months after all.

“How old are you two?” She makes light conversation while picking out a couple of jars of jam and a jar of honey looking over all the different items they are selling today. “I’m twenty four and she is twenty three” Harry says, the woman nodding. She looks around some more, picking out some of their fruit before letting Harry ring her up.

“So you make this all yourself?” The woman asks, looking at the mason jar with twine wrapped around the neck of it, a tag on it that reads ‘strawberry jam’ in Y/n's chicken scratch handwriting. “Yeah, we have a big garden and some bees, we make it all ourselves” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and humming while the woman hands him the money. Violet clings to his leg while he talks to the woman, her arms wrapped around his thigh and her face shoved into his leg, Harry softly rubbing her back and giving it light scratches every now and then.

“Thank you,” the woman sings before walking off, her goodies all wrapped up in a paper bag Harry had given her. “Thank you!” Harry cheers back, bending down and wrapping Violet in a hug, “‘m tired, daddy” Violet says, Harry nodding and rubbing her back, her shirt rising up and exposing her soft back. “I know, pumpkin, I know” Harry says, pulling her up on his hip and holding her close to him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Foggy,” Violet says, patting Harry’s chest. Harry nods, walking over to his wife and opening the diaper bag, finding Violets (rather large for her size) frog plushie that Harry had actually made for her. “Here, love-bug,” Harry says, Violet taking her frog in her arms and cuddling it, laying her head back on her daddy’s shoulder, trying to sleep.

“He’s asleep,” Y/n says, Harry turning and seeing his boy asleep in his car seat, mouth open. Harry chuckles, softly scratching Violets back.

A large man comes up, suspenders attached to his hefty jeans, he must be a farmer. He looks through some of their stuff, his big husky hands grabbing at one of their jars of pepper jelly. He grabs a jar of honey, some peaches, and jalapenos, setting it all down in front of Harry. “Is this all for you?” He hums, trying to be polite to the intimidating man, stuffing it all into a paper bag with the arm that wasn’t cradling Violet to his chest.

The man nods, breathing harshly through his nose. Harry nods, sliding the bag towards him, “Fourteen dollars,” he says, the man nodding and digging some money out of his dark leather wallet, plucking a few bills out and handing them to Harry.

“Thank you!” Harry chirps, shoving the money in the little tin box. The man nods, taking his bag and walking off, leaving the family alone again.

“I’d say we did pretty good today” Harry says, the day now dwindling down, finally putting the remnants of what they hadn't sold up. Their jars on a shelf and their fruit and veggies stored either on the fridge or on their big fruit and veggie baskets. “Yeah, we sold a lot. I’m just happy we still got a good chunk of our blueberry jam, Violet loves that stuff” Y/n says, making her husband nod, organizing everything to his liking.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect our lavender syrup to sell that well but the sweet old lady’s seemed to be very interested.” Harry notes, chuckling at the memories of today. Y/n nods, the warm lighting of the cottage comforting her- only candles and a few warm colored lamps to light their dark house. “Yeah, I didn’t expect anyone to buy the dandelion lemonade because of the flower but they were very interested.” Y/n says, coming up behind Harry and rubbing his knotted shoulders, rubbing out all the aches and pains from today.

“Next time let’s bring some of our baked goods, I’m sure everyone would adore your angel food cake.” Harry says, making Y/n giggle, wrapping her arms around her husband. “I only make that for you and Violet” she says, resting her head on his back and cuddling into him.

Harry’s chest rumbles with a soft chuckle, nodding as he places the last jar of pepper jelly in front of the other, “I’m sure they would love your lavender and poppy-seed muffins then” Harry adds, Y/n nodding. She does enjoy baking, especially trying out new recipes with the huge garden she has access to, fresh ingredients, eggs and fresh milk constantly coming through. Harry is the better one in the kitchen though, but she won’t admit it.

“I wanna make some sun tea tomorrow, what should I make?” Y/n asks, placing a kiss on the back of her husband's shoulder. Harry pulls her arms around himself even tighter, giving her wrists a squeeze after. “Whatever you would like, and you could add some lavender and lemon to it” he says lowly, his voice getting more deep and scratchy as the clock ticks later. He leans back into her, resting his head on the short space of her shoulder. Placing a kiss on his cheek she noses over his hairline, “yeah,”

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry says, picking up the kitten that had jumped on the kitchen counter and placing it back on the ground with a scratch to their head. “Let’s,” Y/n agrees, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs, tracking up to their bedroom to start their nightly routines and head to bed.

A/n: HI! this posted early :( I think I accidentally set it to the wrong time. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged the first part of my cottage core series, you're all so sweet, it really does mean a lot. My requests are open!! so please request some ideas for cottage core harry!!! This isn't like a consistent story, its more like blurbs that sorta go together. I have part three done already and it will be posted possible later next week since its Sunday for me now :)!!! thank you to everyone again! sorry for the early post and please request some blurb ideas for cottage core Harry :))))))

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scribblingfangirl · 3 years

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WITH LOVE, THE GHOSTS | Julie and the Phantoms - Part One

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Author’s Note: Gah… I'm such a procrastinating butterfly. I should be writing my Billy Russo series which I'm so excited about, but I just want to be able to read it already instead of having to write first + I'm currently writing each and every chapter instead of the next one (struggles of a fanfiction writer - am I right?). So, what do I do instead? I flew from one of my obsessions to another and got inspired by this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt.

Anyways... This fic will be a little to late for some of you guys, but still: Merry Christmas everyone! And if you do not celebrate Christmas I still hope you have a wonderful day and a rest of the year filled with love and happiness. You did it, you fought through it. I’m sure you had your own pair of himbo ghosts taking care of you.

word count: ~ 1k

summary (and basically background info): Y/N is Julie's & Flynn's friend who doesn’t know about the ghosts (let’s just say she believes that they’re holograms). The boys become attached to Y/N due to her kindness and positivity and do everything in their (ghostly) powers to keep her days sunny and bright, especially in winter. Or: Two times Y/N is oblivious to the boys 'paranormal' activities and the one time she notices it

prompt: Comfort in the Cold by @flashfictionfridayofficial

warnings: english is not my first language, therefore, typos

| Part Two | Part Three |

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#1: Luke

Slowly and quietly you made your way down the stairs of the Molina household, leaving Julie's and Flynn's sleeping forms behind. Even though you had just watched multiple Christmas movies and probably eaten double your weight in popcorn, your stomach was still asking for more. As Julie knew about your habits of needing a midnight snack and since Ray repeatedly told you to make yourself at home you weren't feeling bad about stealing some small bits and pieces out of their fridge or cupboards.

Which is why you were straining your ears to hear any sounds that might indicate that you had woken up either Carlos or Ray, but you were only met with silence. Releasing the breath you were holding you hastily hopped down the last few steps down to the living room, grabbed the stair railing and used the momentum of your movement to swiftly swing yourself in the direction of the kitchen, freezing at the sight that greeted you.

A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2 a.m. and the continuous silence indicated that nobody except you was awake and around. Yet, as you hesitantly took a view steps towards the kitchen counter, pulling your blanket like a shield tighter around your body, there was a perfectly fine peanut-butter/jelly sandwich waiting for you, a smiley made out of Nutella painted onto it. Your favourite midnight snack.

A small note peaked out from under the plate and it took you some time to decipher the chicken scratch. Can't have our favourite groupie going to bed hungry!

Smiling and shaking your head, thinking that either Julie or Flynn must have sneaked out of the room sometime earlier to make you this sandwich you happily bit into it.

If you'd known that there was a brown-haired ghost with hazel eyes sitting opposite to you and watching you with a smile, the sandwich would have probably gotten stuck in your throat.

#2: Alex

Doing multiple Christmas movie marathons would be fun they said. No need to worry they said. Only Christmas cheer and joy they said. Well… long story short, even fun movies can make you bawl like a baby!

A few days after the midnight snack incident, which you completely forgot about, you were once again sitting on Julie's bed. With her and Flynn to your left and right, you had been watching different movies on her computer. Currently, however, you were only trying. Tears were blurring your vision and your sniffles were the only sounds reaching your ear.

Pressing the plushy's soul that Flynn had won you at a fair out of its body and sobbing into it, you felt Julie shift beside you and lay her head in your lap and mumbling something while Flynn was searching for a handkerchief.

"Whose idea was it again to watch this movie?" you tried to ask, but your voice came out all thick and full of emotion, so you weren't sure if they understood or heard you at all.

What you didn't know was that the boys were watching the movie, and now mostly you, with big eyes.

"Remember the day when Julie was crying in the garage and then Flynn came in crying too? Remember how I said that two girls crying are worse than one girl crying? This… this is way worse!" Luke pointed exaggeratedly at every single one of you and moved quickly out of Flynn's way when she left the room to get a box of tissues.

"Dude… they're not actually crying crying. It's just a really sad movie," Alex said and sighed quietly when he heard Reggie whisper, "Do you think that's what Willie meant when he said Caleb floods the place during movie night?"

"That's... no, okay." Shaking his head Alex moved towards the bed and sat carefully at Flynn's place to not alert you of the shift beside you. Then he gently took a paw of the plushy that you weren't currently pressing into an embrace and lifted it to wipe away your tears and free your sight.

You sniffled, too confused and full of emotion to realize what just happened and that it couldn't possibly have been Julie or Flynn, and whispered a small, "Thank you".

Alex smiled, proud of his action.

#3: Reggie

You didn't even bother to take off your shoes or wipe away the residual snow still sticking to your hair as you flopped yourself down onto your bed, groaning into your pillow. Everything was already grey, wet or at least soggy anyway. To say your day had been bad was an understatement.

It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year

Confused you lifted your head and starred at your computer who apparently decided to become sentient and cheer you up.

It's the hap-happiest season of all With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings When friends come to call It's the hap-happiest season of all

The next thing that happened would forever be burned into your brain. Your favourite pen suddenly lifted itself up into the air and started to scribble down onto a nearby paper. Slowly and unsure you stood up and inched closer to your desk, but as soon as you were able to sneak a peak onto the paper the pen stopped and fell down.

Shaking your head you rubbed your eyes and turned back to your bed. "This is the weirdest lucid dream I ever had." The moment you flopped back down onto your bed you heard the familiar scratching of pen on paper again. Turning your head there it was again - the floating pen. "What?"

However, once again, as soon as you reached the desk the pen fell down, lifeless. “Alright... alright. I understand! Don’t worry, I won’t sneak a peak.”

"I am dreaming... right?" You weren't. Pinching yourself hurt, trying to breathe through a closed nose didn't work and your pointer finger would not move through the palm of your hand.

Shakily, yet weirdly motivated by the happy Christmas music still playing in the background, you picked up the note laying beside the now still pen. "Merry Christmas Y/N! Lots of love from Reggie, Alex and… Who?"

"It told you, Luke… I should just have signed for us all."

"Shut it Reg, I know my handwriting sucks."

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 1K!!! For the event, could you do Bakugo with Fluff #4??? It just seems so much like him

“because i’m fucking in love with you”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, fluff, kissing

word count: 2500+

a/n: i have to write a levi oneshot now, bruh i might just go sleep, who knows what i’m going to do

summary: in which bakugo watches you get too close with another man and can’t help but let his anger take over seeing you with anybody other him

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Bakugo had many reasons to get angry on a warm summer day at the office. Being a pro hero had its ups and downs, the down being what was occurring today. Paperwork, he hated it with a passion, he loved the idea of fighting and defeating villains but the idea of writing it all up made his skin itch in disgust. Of course he had his sidekicks to help him, but they would never know the true extent of having to re-read over fights that occurred and signing it all off.

Bakugo still had other reasons that annoyed him, the weather had become broiling, his sidekicks were pissing him off and then there was you. You with your hero costume that looked tighter every time he saw it, you with the way you’d walk into a room and have everybody on your feet. You who had whipped him like a servant boy, he hated having to work alongside you. You had your own agency a couple blocks away from him, but ever since you both found out you took the same route. You’d come and annoyingly meet him throughout the day.

He hated it, and as he signed off on another report, his V neck not helping him at all, he heard the sounds of chatting from outside his office, that's when he saw it through the glass. The way you flaunted past the desks with your skimpy hero costume which he understood was for the best possible use of your quirk. But even then, it always cupped your body in just the right places.

You seemed to have been waving at one of the new sidekicks Bakugo had recruited. He hated it, pen almost breaking from his anger, he watched as you didn't bother to knock only cascade inside with the looks of others following your pristine body. “What?”

“How rude, Bakugo! Is that any way to greet your favourite pro hero.” You mocked falling onto the chair with a hefty sign, he watched at how you were clearly out of breath with the way your chest heaved harshly.

“Shut it, extra. What do you want?” He repeated.

You began playing with the stuff on his desk, he’d noticed how you always needed something in your hands and since he had always left a small jelly like plushie just for these moments. You happily put it in your hand pulling and stretching at it before looking up at him, “are you not coming for the patrol?”

“I got paperwork.” He signed as you saw the almost boxful of papers.

“No fair, I'll just go on my own then.” You were about to stand up when he stopped you.

“Get one of your sidekicks to go, idiot, help me with this.” He gestured to the paperwork that he knew wasn't the full extent as you both had decided to split it.

You gave another huff at him, “just because I’m organised doesn't mean i want to spend my Monday morning doing dreary paperwork.”

“I know you split it 70:30 so fucking help me.” He growled loudly making a shiver run down your spine.

“So needy, Bakugo, let me just call them.” You gesture to your phone as you walked outside his office. You leant against the glass door, Bakugo’s eyes fixed to the way your ass and thighs had been pushed against the wall. He licked his lips as he stared longley at your body before hearing your sign.

That's when he saw his new sidekick come up to you, of course he knew that the sidekick was only a couple years younger than the two of you. But he had a crush, the way his eyes lingered across your body, the way he passed you the coffee which you hadn’t even asked for. The way you laughed at his shitty joke, were you really flirting back with a man like that, Bakugo scowled before directing his eyes back to the paperwork.

“I’ll make sure to come for you when I need some coffee.” You laughed at the boy as you opened the glass door.

Bakugo heard the boy give a chuckle touching your arm as he let you go through the door. “Here do you want some?” You gestured to the coffee you had, noticing the empty coffee mug on the side of his desk.

“No.” Bakugo muttered but nevertheless took the coffee and drank a large gulp of it. “Why don’t you get your little coffee boy to bring more?”

He was pissed not only had you let his stupid sidekick touch you, but you’d made him feel special as if he had your attention. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” You chucked the cup in the bin, going over to the box where you grabbed some files out.

Bakugo didn’t make a remark instead letting you read over what had occurred and sign it off. “Bakugo.” You whispered halfway through your first file and already bored. “Bakugo.”

“What?” He questioned after he had seen you become more concentrated in the pen you held than the paperwork itself.

You stared at him with a bright smile, “we should get some lunch.”

“Y/n, it’s only half 10, it's a bit early for lunch.” He scowled, chucking the finished file into the complete pile.

“But I’m hungry.” You whined leaning against the cold desktop, it was white and probably made from marble, but it was the best bet of comfort you’d get from Bakugo’s office.

“Go get some food then.” He muttered as you stood up all giddy. “Get me something as well.”

“Now who’s the hungry one.” You mocked as you happily skipped out of his office, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and give a slight smile to you. But that’s when he saw his stupid sidekick come up to you. His face faulted, his smile turning downwards as he watched you both converse and leave to the elevator.

“You really don’t have to come.” You spoke stepping into the elevator, you hated how vulnerable you felt with Bakugo, how easily he could stare at you and make you go weak at the knees. He was perfect, an amazing pro hero who was ahead of you in the charts by the couple of numbers. You were almost grateful that your paths had crossed and that you spent patrols together, but his sidekicks were a whole other thing.

You knew the coffee boy had a crush; the whole department knew that. But how could you let a sweet boy down after all he did was such good things, how could you tell him you’d rather have his asshole of a boss than a sweetheart like him. “No, it’s fine, I was going that way anyway.”

“Oh why?” You questioned through the long elevator ride down.

“I had to buy some stuff for my sister's birthday and I'm on my break.” You nodded happily, not asking anymore through the uncomfortable silence as soon as the door dinged open, you both walked out, he had walked you to the bakery as you were craving a sandwich, he waited as you picked one you liked and one that Bakugo definitely likes. He didn't say a word until you spoke.

“What are you thinking of getting your sister?” You asked walking with him into the store selling gifts.

“What do you like, I mean girls like?” A heavy blush formed on his face as you began looking through the gifts.

“I’d probably go for that drinks set, it’s cute if she of course drinks that is.”

He quickly spoke to ease your gaze, “she does.” He instantly grabs it going to pay, you didn't question his rash decision and you both walked back to the building.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.” You smile out as you both step through the office again, Bakugo in an instant saw the two of you, bags in hand.

“I hope so, thank you Y/n.” He smiles putting his hand on your shoulder, he goes in for a hug which you happily give, he was clearly nervous for his sister's birthday. Bakugo watched intensively, surprised at the hug as he stormed out of the doors of his office on a mission to grab you and take you with him.

“Y/n.” He bellowed out.

You both retreated from the hug, staring at the angry blond, “Bakugo, i bought sandwiches.” You happily smile out, rummaging through the bag to show him it, “and cupcakes.”

His face fell, a smile erupting that he didn't know he was even capable of, you looked so happy showing him the cupcakes with the pink frosting on them. “Come on.” He whispered watching you come beside him, his arm on your back guiding you inside.

Bakugo guided you inside, watching you happily pull out the food, he saw how you moved the chair for visitors beside him making him move up. You were closer than he had expected, leaning across to grab the cupcakes and stuff one in your face. “You looked angry before?”

“I wasn't.” He muttered while taking a bite of the sandwich.

“Don’t lie to me, what’s up?” You began to play with his other hand, he hadn't expected it but the way your hands had just met his own, the way you skimmed his veins and the rings that embodied his fingers. It felt like heaven, but your eyes gave a sense of doubt and resistance.

“I...I just don’t like you spending time with that guy.” He spoke staring at you, your eyesight was on his hand still, the way you continued to play with his fingers before moving to the back of his hand.

You took a sharp breath before speaking to yourself, “is it because of his crush on me?”

“You know about that?”

“Of course I know Bakugo, I think everybody knows about it.” You whispered out softly.

“Is he your type?” Bakugo had gone against his words of jealousy, maybe if you admitted you liked coffee boy then he could move on more easily.

You finally looked up at the blond, his piercing red eyes giving a look of caution, “he should be.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bakugo moved his hand away from you, your unclear answer had made him a lot more pissed at the idea of you stringing both the men along.

“I...I just mean that he’s nice y’know and he should be my type, but he’s not.” Bakugo’s anger seemed to calm down as he gave you a softer look.

“Who is then?” Bakugo went to grab the cupcake you had bought for him ,taking a soft bite as the sweet frosting enchanted his mouth.

“You have frosting on your lips.” Bakugo went to lick it as you avoided his question entirely.

“Y/n, who’s your type?” Bakugo repeated staring at you, in an instant you stood up not wanting to confess anything else.

“I’m going to go see how my guys are doing.” You left him with no other word, he couldn't even stop you at how you almost ran away from the situation. Even if he had found out you didn't like the coffee boy you were now avoiding him which felt a lot worse.

Bakugo tried calling you but it went to miss call, he ended up finishing the rest of the paperwork and by the end of the day he knew you’d probably be hung up in your office, pushing yourself to do something other than talk to him. He began walking the short distance in the humid air, the sun was just about to set as he arrived at your agency. He always liked the vibe you had going on, even your sidekicks were okay, a lot better than his own. He was able to get inside with ease, walking the steps towards your office, he could see your shadow through the frosted glass.

You seemed to be pacing on the phone to someone, but he couldn’t tell who until he was just in ear shot. “I can’t tell him that, he’s going to think these months have just been me being selfish.”

Bakugo couldn’t hear the other line but it raised more questions in the boys mind instead. He was careful about being unseen until he heard you continue. “He’s a fucking idiot, how could someone like him ever love me, I’m nothing special.”

He heard another long sign from you at the response from the other side before hearing you say your farewells and begin to pace about the room. Bakugo softly knocked against the door, hearing a come in as he walked inside, your office being as pristine as ever. You were no longer wearing your hero costume, assuming you had been on a patrol yourself at the tiredness that set in your eyes.

He saw you as a normal civilian at this moment, so sweet and innocent but you gave a glare. “How long were you listening in for?”

“I...I wasn't.” He stuttered out.

“Bullshit, why the fuck were you listening into my private conversation?” You scowled again leaning against your desk.

Bakugo knew he was caught but in his idiocrasy decided to make the situation worse, “who’s the guy you’re talking about?”

“Why do you care?” You spoke stubbornly.

“Y/n, who’s the guy?” He repeated himself.

You faced the blond scowl on your face at his relentless pushing of an answer. “It’s nobody okay, I don’t even understand why you care so much?”

Bakugo’s anger rose at you hiding even more from him, how could he work alongside you if you were just going to keep him in the dark about some stupid guy that probably meant fuck all in the big picture. He knew this wasn't the true reason behind his anger though, he was jealous, some man you loved didn't love you back, and he was here with all his love to give.

“Because I’m fucking in love with you.” Bakugo shouted, the words spewing out without even realising. Bakugo’s eyes widened and so did your own, he looked at how your eyes had almost softened at the confession.

“You...You love me?” You questioned standing up to come closer to him.

“I’m not repeatin…”

You quickly interrupt him, your bodies almost touching as your hand moves to his face making him stare right back at you. “I love you too.” You softly whispered before closing the gap between the two of you. His hand moved to your face guiding the kiss as he had to bend down to even meet you.

It was filled with passion and drive from the countless nights you both spent together in each other's office, the morning patrols together and even the galas you attended together as friends. Everything you both had wanted from each other had come down from a singular kiss in a small office in the middle of Japan.

A small moan escaped your lips, his tongue gliding in with such ease as he toyed with your own, almost sucking the spit and saliva that was across your own tongue. He let go taking a harsh breath and he brought your face closer to his, foreheads touching as he gave the softest look he possibly could. You stayed in his arms, just staring at each other with such love and passion, both knowing nothing could break you both now.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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The one where Harry and Y/n Visit a Sex Shop

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

Andd This One Too

A/N: This is thee 2nd installment of ‘Sneaking Around’...it’s real spicyyy. Enjoy🙃

Even though you and Harry’s sex life was unmatched when it came to being kinky, raw, and just incredibly hot, the both of you were always down to intensify the kinkiness, and heat you guys already had. The times where you and Harry browsed through page after page of sex toys on the internet were countless. You’d always add stuff to your wishlists and then dream up the different scenarios in which you’d use them. This would lead up to you and Harry getting extremely hot bothered and making an immediate purchase of whatever you two were looking at or you and Harry getting extremely hot and bothered and having some really hot sex. Even after sex sometimes if the two of you weren’t completely worn out (or on the brink of getting caught), you’d pull out your phones and look up different positions and maneuvers. You’d even try them out right then and there. When you and Harry were apart, the both of you would even do a little research on your own for the next time you two were together. The two of you were constantly on the look out for new and even better ways to make each other feel good. Whether it was Harry searching ways to make you squirt back to back until you’re begging him to give you a break(even though he had zero problems with this to begin with) or you looking into tips on how to make Harry cum harder and faster by simply playing with his balls and pressing your palm down onto his lower stomach, the both of you were always more than willing to delve a little deeper and unlock new things when it came to your sex life together.

This excitement and rush to explore trickled down into the date activities you two planned.

Since your friend was spending some time with her boyfriend, you got to spend some quality time with yours. You and Harry had a nice long weekend filled with sex, cuddles, kisses, and even more sex. And that was only Friday and Saturday. The only time you two left the bed was to rummage through the kitchen. And even then, you two managed to get a round in on the counter. It was only until Sunday morning when you and Harry decided that it was time to get some fresh air in and go out. That is, after a round or two of some lazy, wet, passion and I love you filled morning sex. During your little post sex cuddles and conversation, you and Harry (per usual) ended up on the topic of toys you wanted to try.

“I found this toy I thought would be perfect for us. It’s a vibrator, but with a twist.” Harry whispers to you, dragging his hands up and down your back.

“I wanna see it! Did you save it or something? You know I like my vibrators.” You say excitedly, lifting yourself up from his chest to look down at him.

“I know you like your vibrators baby, and I saved it on my phone.” Harry hums, taking in your excited features.

You reach over to grab his off of the bedside table and you quickly enter his passcode before going straight to his browser. You find the bookmarked, and pretty obvious adult website. When you clicked into it, you’re immediately met with probably the best toy you’d ever seen. It was all silicone and there was a normal dildo “shaft”, with a head that wasn’t like the ordinary head. There was a clamp like structure that based on the little diagrams around it, could be used for just about anything. Harry could have it clamped around your clit while he slammed his cock into you. If he was fucking you from behind, the clamp could be wrapped around the base of his cock while it was tightly inside your second entrance. If you are on your own, you could have one end in your cunt, and the other in your tighter hole. When you ride him (or when he’s fucking up into you), only this time his cock would be in your second hole, the clamp would be around the base of his cock and the “shaft” would be inside your pussy. It could also be used as a simple high-powered vibrator that can be pushed inside you, or used on your sensitive nipples. This toy could also be used on just Harry. When you’re sucking him off, you could stretch the clamps around his girthy shaft and push the other end into his puckered hole. This could also be done whenever he’s on all fours for you.

And in the midst of all these different configurations, it’d be vibrating; intensifying the pleasure for you both. It was like this toy was made for you and Harry.

“Judging by the way your walls have been clenching ‘round me, the way you’ve been staring the screen, and how hard you’re biting your lip, you like it.” Harry hums smugly up at you, squeezing your hip in the process.

“I love it! We might need two though. One for me, and one for you. Don’t want either of us to be deprived of this amazing thing.” You say giddily.

“I called the place where we usually get our toys, and they said that they’re in stock if you wanna go on a little date to our local sex shop.” Harry says suggestively.

“Were the only ones who’d consider a visit to a sex shop a date.” You chuckle, locking his phone back and placing it back onto the bedside table.

“I’ll take you to dinner later on tonight.” Harry bargains.

“You don’t have to convince me to go babe. I’m definitely not passing up on our little date to sex land, or our little dinner date later on tonight.” You reassure him, lowering yourself back down onto his chest.

“Well we should probably get up and get dressed.” Harry suggests, lowering his hand to give your backside a few light taps.

“But it’s nice and warm here.” You mewl with a pout, nuzzling yourself further into him.

“If we get up and go out now, we can have more time to play with our new toy before dinner tonight.” He reasons

“Okay fine, but only if you carry me. My legs are a little bit on the jelly side.

And with that, you and Harry are up and on your way to your little date.

After the short drive that was filled with anticipation, the two of you finally make it to the shop. Harry practically throws the car into the parking spot and hustles you both inside.

“Looks like someone’s excited.” You smirk, walking into the door Harry was opening for you.

“Get in there.” Harry grumbles, using his free hand to send a quick swat to your ass.

After greeting the worker at the register, you and Harry go straight to the back wall where the dildos were. Immediately, both of you guys’ eyes go into search mode.

“I found it!” You announce. “It’s up there.” You point up to the hook holding the vibrator you and Harry had your sights on. “Grab two while your up there babe.” You remind Harry. He then cups his hand around your hip and reaches up behind you to grab the vibrators. After he grabs them, he hands them both to you.

“We’re gonna have so much fun babydoll.” Harry hums, bringing both hands down to your waist. Keeping himself pressed up against you, he brings his lips down to the base of your neck and begins to sponge soft kisses into your neck.

“While we’re here, we should look around. There’s a lot of stuff in here that we probably don’t have already.” You hum softly, enjoying the feeling of his lips on you and his arms around your waist.

“In a minuet.” Harry promptly replies before continuing his kisses. As he does, you feel one of his hands wander below your waist and to the hem of your short skirt (which you were wearing because Harry practically begged you to wear). Before you know it, Harry’s hand is pushing up your thigh and under your skirt. When his hand reaches then side band of your panties he pushes his hand in and down between your legs. He then takes his index finger and lightly scratches the warm, and plushy area of your covered folds, causing you to squirm in his grip.

“Chill daddy!” You giggle, trying to move away from his hand.

“How about you behave and let daddy play with you.” Harry grumbles pointedly, continuing to tickle the sensitive area between your legs.

“Well can you play with me in one of the dressing rooms. I don’t need prying eyes.” You sigh, continuing to suppress your little moans and giggles.

“Well look little exhibitionist being scared of people watching.” Harry whispers condescendingly before going back to kissing at your neck and playing with you beneath your skirt. He was referring to the time when the two of you had a little getaway and he took you multiple times against the large floor to ceiling window in you guys’ suite. And to make a long story short, you absolutely loved it, and Harry was always going to remember that.

“Please da-“ Before you can even finish, you hear the voice of your best friend and her boyfriend as they enter the shop.

“Oh shit.” Harry whispers. All of a sudden, a serious feeling of nervousness falls over the both of you. Both you and Harry were thinking that today was the day you two would get caught. And on top of that, Harry was mortified for himself, and you at the thought of running into his daughter at a sex shop while he was there with his girlfriend who just so happened to be his daughters best friend. That wasn’t about to happen; Harry was going to make sure of it.

“How you liking that dressing room now?” You whisper sharply to him.

“It’s right over there.” Harry points out, turning your attention to the dressing rooms that were in the corner at the end of the wall. “Just stay in front of me.” Harry whispers his instructions to you. He removes his hand from beneath your skirt and his head from your neck before nudging you both in the direction of the dressing rooms.

As you two moved, you were so happy that this shop was big and didn’t have an open floor plan. If it did, you and Harry would’ve been in some trouble.

Once you two make it past the threshold to the dressing rooms and out of sight, the both of you scurry down to the very end of the small row of rooms and you quickly lock yourselves in the large room at the end.

“Thanks for getting us outta there.” You huff graciously as you maneuver out of Harry’s grip, taking a seat on the bench in front of the mirror and placing the two vibrator packages down next to you.

“No need t’thank me sweet girl. That was beyond terrifying.” Harry replies sweetly with a very relieved tone. Once he’s standing directly in front of you, he pulls you up from your seat and sits down in your place. He then tugs you down onto his lap, to which you use his shoulders for support and position your knees onto the bench on either side of him and sink your body right down onto him.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, bringing your lips to his.

“I love you too princess.” Harry whispers back with a sweet smile spread across his face, tilting his head back a little to fully connect his lips with yours. As soon as your lips touch, they begin moving against each other’s. You could feel his arms circling your waist as his lips smack against yours.

As the kiss continues, the both of you become more and more fevered. Your lips move faster against each other, your mouths open more for your tongues to explore one another’s mouths, and Harry’s hands are moving. While yours are cupping his the sides of his face and moving into his curls, Harry’s hands are no longer at your waist. But instead, they are below your skirt, caressing the backs of your thighs and the flesh of your ass. You can feel his hands squeezing the flesh in his hands and fingering at your panties. As he does this. Your moans begin to pick up and your hips begin to grind down into his lap, and right against his growing cock.

“Are you still gonna play with me daddy.” You whisper to him, after pulling your lips away from his.

“We do have some time to kill, and your panties are pretty damp. I guess I could play with you a bit.” Harry reasons, trying to act as if he has all the power in this situation, even though he can’t ignore his completely hard cock in his pants. He needed to be inside you again.

“Please daddy.” You whimper, pushing yourself down against the bump in his lap and kissing the corner of his mouth to coheres him.

If you insist.” Harry “concedes”, slightly turning his head towards your lips to connect them again. He then grips onto the backs of your thighs and stands up from the bench, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to his upper body. Keeping one arm tightly wrapped around you, Harry skillfully undoes his pants with one hand. He manages to shove them down his waist, letting them pool at his ankles before shuffling you both to the wall. At first he wanted you to ride him, then finish you off against the wall, but Harry refused to sit his bare ass back down onto the bench inside a dressing room of a sex shop. He just couldn’t do it. So the wall was the next best thing; plus it was one of your favorites, you loved being pinned between the solid wall and Harry’s body.

Once you’re between his body and the wall Harry reaches down between you two and pulls your damp panties to the side, exposing your messy and beyond ready pussy. Harry then proceeds to waste no more time and he begins to slowly pull you down the wall and onto his cock. As he fills you, Harry tries his hardest to keep his lips tightly against yours but you turn your head away, pulling your lips away from his to release your moans.

“Oh my-“ You gasp, feeling his big cock filling you up again.

“Shhh” Harry shushes you quickly, trying to keep you quiet so you both won’t get caught. “Fuck.” Harry huffs, taking in just how good your walls felt around him.

“M’so full.” You moan out to him. You could feel his cock all the way inside the pit of your stomach.

“Perfect.” Harry hums, before pulling out a bit just to slam back into you again. And he continues to do this. He continuously pulls his hips back, and slams back into you. His thrusts are sharp, deep, and filed with power. You could feel him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every last thrust. It felt so good that you couldn’t keep your mouth closed.

“So good daddy.” You lowly whimper to him, digging your nails into the back of his shoulder and clinging onto his curls on the back of his neck.

“That’s it princess, take daddy’s cock.” Harry growls, fastening the pace of his hips, making this thrusts sharper than before. Hardy couldn’t stop the smile from rising up onto his face. You were not only taking his cock incredibly well, you were also keeping quiet. He could feel himself hitting the deepest part of you with every thrust and it was starting to get to him. He was completely filling you. Your beyond spongy, wet, warm, and tight walls were taking every last inch and thrust of his cock. And to make things even better, seeing you fall apart and cling to him for dear life as he pounded up into you was causing his release to begin to rapidly bubble up in the pit of his stomach. As he continues, he can feel your walls tightening up around him. To push you even closer to the edge, Harry uses the hand that wasn’t at your waist to pull the skintight T-shirt you had on out of the waistband of your skirt. He then pushes that hand up underneath to squeeze at your breasts and tweak your nipples.

“Fuck! M’gonna cum.” You cry out to him. It was getting harder to hold back your moans so you sank your teeth into your lower lip to try and hold them back.

“Cum with daddy baby.” Harry pants. As he continues to move inside you, his thrusts become sloppier and less uniform. His release was fast approaching too. When he feels himself falling off the edge, Harry slams his lips back onto yours, pinning your head back against the wall between his head, and muffling the both of you guys’ moans. He sends one final thrust into you and keeps it there, triggering you to follow suit and let go with Harry.

As the two of you let go, you and Harry swallow each other’s loud moans, keeping the sounds down. Harry could feel your walls convulsing around his cock as he spurted heavy ropes of his cum into you.

Once you and Harry are completely done, Harry removes his hand from your shirt and brings it back around your waist. He then lowers it down to begin pulling himself from you.

“Tighten up baby.” Harry softly instructs before pulling his cock from you. As soon as you’re empty of his cock, Harry quickly pulls your panties back over to cover you, and stop his cum from leaking out of your now weak little hole. “Did so good babygirl.” Harry praises, pulling you from the wall and sitting you back down onto the bench.

“Felt so good.” You sigh contently, resting your head back against the wall while Harry readjusts his pants.

“So good.” Harry hums delightedly. Once his pants are back up and done, he sits on the bench next to you. You then scoot over a little and rest your head on Harry’s shoulder, prompting him to wrap his arm around you to pull you closer. The two of you continue to sit like this until you finally regain some energy.

“I’ll go out first and text you once the coast is officially clear.” You tell him, slowly standing up from the bench to look in the mirror behind you and fix your clothes a little.

“Hold on.” Harry rushes out, stopping you in your tracks. “Pay for these while you’re out there.” Harry continues, digging into his pants pocket for his wallet. After fishing out his wallet, he plucks his credit card out it’s slot and hands it over to you along with the two vibrators.

“I’ll text you when I’m almost done.” You say again, reaching out to grab his card and the two packages.

“Alright baby.” Harry replies as you exit the dressing room.

Once you step out of the dressing room area, you slowly make your way to the register, making sure to check all around you for your best friend. Once the coast is completely clear, you confidently (but with a slight limp from the way Harry pounded into you, and his cum) make your way to the register to pay for your items. That is, before picking up one of the fuzzy pink collars that were on the display in your path. It’s what Harry would’ve wanted.

“You picked a good one. And I’m not just talking about these.” The cashier subtly says to you as she scans and bags the items.

“Thanks.” You whisper back. You were having mixed feelings. You felt pride because you have a hot, older boyfriend. You were feeling a tiny bit jealous because another woman checked out your man. And you were feeling a little bad because the girl was really nice and you just had sex (it was some really hot sex though) in one of the dressing rooms.

To Daddy❤️👅💦😈🥰: Coast is completely clear. Hurry up!

You quickly text him while the cashier puts some information into the computer. Apparently you two came at the right time, they were having a little promotion thing going on and today was the last day.

As Harry comes from the dressing rooms, you’re inserting his card into the card reader to pay for everything. When the card reader buzzes for you to remove the card, you pull it out and you look over to see Harry making his way over to you.

“Alrighty, you two have a good day.” The cashier smiles at you, pulling the receipt from the machine and handing it to you along with the discrete black bag holing all of you guys’ items. When you take the bag and receipt from her, she manages to sneak in another look at your silver fox of a boyfriend who was standing in front of her. You could completely understand why it and you couldn’t blame her.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply politely. Harry sends a polite nod her way as well and the two of you make a b-line to the door you’d entered earlier.

“Let’s go play with our new toys daddy.” You hum excitedly, pulling him back in the direction of his car.

You and Harry were going to have a lot of fun.

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sonderthroughthestreets · 3 years

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Hi! Idk what came over me but I thought an AU where Sander’s kid is anti-Bowie was the most hilarious thing thanks to @hidden-joy @kylesbishops and @sanderijzermans so I wrote it skdjdj

Disclaimer: it’s all fun and chaos and I don’t really know anything about how to write kids

x, x, x, x, credit to the chaos 🤪

The day Sander Driesen hears the words come out of his child’s mouth is the day he wonders if this is his child at all.

He’s standing there, leather jacket, white t-shirt and all, bleached hair icy even in the summer sun, and he looks down at the small stature in front of him. Grey-green eyes, dark locks and an air of confidence that could only be learned from a certain music-loving individual fill his sight. There’s so much innocence standing before him but a driven insistence breaks through the words spoken.

“Dad,” he hears. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but...I don’t really like David Bowie all that much.”

Sander thinks he’s lost his senses. He is definitely not hearing right. Hell, he’s only a man in his early thirties, he could not be this hard of hearing already. He tries to brace himself on the couch from falling over. Shit, he’s also too young to feel this frail.

“Wh-what do you mean you don’t like David Bowie all that much?”

The question comes out in gasps of air, ragged and winded, like he can’t believe what’s happening. He feels like his world’s spinning, like he’s entered another dimension, like there was no way, absolutely no way, his child doesn’t like David Bowie.

Denial is a pretty powerful thing, though...

See, when Alexandra Driesen was born, she brought light and life to Sander and Robbe’s eyes. She had a chubby face and squishy cheeks and eyes the colour of a summer storm. Her dark hair had been a blessing to match Robbe’s. Everything about her was as perfect as it could get. And then came the perpetual frustrations of parenthood with the screaming and the crying.

Sleep was something to be cherished at the Driesen-Ijzermans household. A few day-naps here and a doze-off there. But God, oh God, did Alexandra know how to cry in the middle of the night. Robbe and Sander spent hours upon hours holding her and swaying her and rocking her on a chair. Sander had read that sometimes music helps so he’d even done all that. Bowie usually floated in the shriek-filled room during these times and yet, Alexandra just wept.

“Come on, baby, just a little bit of sleep. Don’t you get tired of screaming all night?” Sander asked in that exhausted tone of parentese. He held her against the crook of his neck and walked around in sweats until he saw Robbe enter the room with blood-shot eyes and curls disarrayed.

“She’s still crying?” he asked with a rasp in his voice.

“She literally won’t stop and I don’t know what to do, I’ve tried everything. I’ve even got Bowie on for her,” he said.

Robbe took her from his arms and swayed her a little, cooing and kissing her tiny head.

“It’s kind of loud, though,” Robbe said to him as he then stepped over to turn off the music.

And in an instant miracle, the house was all quiet.

It seems that’s what’s always happened and Sander just hadn’t noticed it. Alexandra settled into Robbe’s chest and stretched her mouth in a heavy yawn. Her warmth radiated and glowed through Robbe, but Sander was stunned. He’s completely shocked.

“You-she-“ he stuttered clumsily for a bit. “But it was Bowie,” he said weakly.

How could his own daughter not feel at peace with Bowie? It was a connection he held with him, something connecting him and Robbe and what he hoped would connect their child to them in this little family.

“Hmmm,” Robbe hums pensively. “Maybe Bowie’s not her thing.”

“Not her thing?” Sander just about exploded. Then he suddenly remembered Alexandra’s finally gone to sleep and whispered, seething. “That is not our child!”

“Biologically, no. Legally and emotionally, yes,” smirked Robbe. “Calm down, babe, she’ll learn to like him soon enough. For now, how about we hold off on Bowie for a bit, yeah?”

He swayed her just a little more, just to really make sure she’s easing into sleep and then set her gently back down in her crib.

“How long?” Sander muttered and Robbe gave him a confused look. “How long without Bowie?”

Robbe contemplated.

“Maybe we give it six months or so,” he said.

And now it was Sander who wanted to weep. -

As the months and years went on, Alexandra had gone on without her Bowie-loving phase, only mildly being interested in the lightning bolt plushies and the songs blasting on road trips and the shirts Sander would get for her. Robbe says it just takes time for kids to get into stuff. That it’s better to leave it there in the open for them than to shove it down their throats.

“It’s barely any shoving,” Sander had grumbled.

“I know, babe. But I know how you can get sometimes,” Robbe had placed a soothing kiss upon his lips.

Still, Sander’s worries were increasingly growing.

Then a few years later, they’d adopted another beautiful girl. Mia was a radiant vision of blonde curls and brown eyes. They held a similar warmth that Robbe’s eyes held and Sander couldn’t be happier to lose himself in pools of coffee or dark, earthy soils or any other sort of metaphor for his favourite kind of brown.

To his relief, though, Mia loved listening to Bowie. She loved playing with the lightning bolt plushy and wearing all the shirts and as she grew, she and Sander had lots of music jam sessions blasting Bowie throughout the house. Alexandra was enticed into joining for a bit in the beginning but as time went on, Sander found it that she was making more and more excuses to not be in the same room when Bowie was mentioned.

“Uh, I got homework, Dad,” she’d nervously run her fingers through her hair.

“Uh, Papa needs help with dinner I think,” she’d run out with a tight smile.

“Group project due soon. Léon’s being a piece of shit and not pulling his weight at all.”

“Language,” Robbe would chastise coming around the corner.

“He’s being a dick?” she suggested.

“Fuck him.”

“Sander!”

“Sorry.”

Her interests lay instead in skateboarding with her friends, headphones in her ears listening to rap: BROCKHAMPTON and Stormzy with even a little Ed Sheeran in the mix, and keeping her hair as short as possible. She’d had a bit of a habit wearing overgrown shirts like Robbe did. But Sander found that endearing and he didn’t really think it was a case of ‘not-like-other-girls’ syndrome. He and Robbe just let her wear whatever she wanted.

And in fact, it was at thirteen years of age that Alexandra came out to the family as a boy. Sander remembers it clearly with them all huddled on the couch looking at the person in front of them with beady eyes, waiting.

“Dad, Papa, Mia. I think I’m a boy. I think I’m trans and I’d like to formally introduce myself to you all. I’m Alexander, or just Alex. And I use he/they pronouns.”

Sander had wanted to tear up, emotions flooding inside his rib cage. Happy tears, though, a joyous occasion where his son felt comfortable enough to tell them about this part of himself. That he and Robbe had created a space where he felt safe enough. Loved enough.

“I kept Alexander ‘cause, Sander,” he gestured to Sander. “But really, Alex is fine.”

And Sander wanted to cry all over again.

They’d all been encased in a huge family hug with Mia chirping that she’d ‘always wanted a big brother.’

Robbe and Sander had been quite supportive of it all, calling the school to change both the name and preferred name and asking if Alex was considering wearing a binder or getting a proper haircut. “Yes” to the haircut. “Hold off for a bit” on the binder. He’d whined a “Daaaaaad” when Sander ruffled the short brown locks. Most of Alex’s friends were cool with it, too and while it wasn’t all smooth sailing, he’d never run out of love from his family.

It was a big change and everything, but Sander thought, well...as long as he had his Bowie-loving children, it was all fine. -

It’s his worst nightmare. It’s the stuff that haunts you from the depths of the worst kind of hell, making your limbs feel like jelly. He’s cursing every name and divine entity and he’s really hoping Robbe’s right about those parallel universes because he’d love to hop over to the one where this wasn’t happening right now.

Sander’s having a hard time even looking at Alex in the eye.

“Dad?” he hears his concerned voice.

“I think I need to sit down,” says Sander, grabbing the armrest of the couch, lowering himself onto the cushion.

“It’s really not a big deal,” says Alex.

“Not a big deal?” Sander looks at him with wide eyes. “My own son hates David Bowie.”

“I never said I-“

“The man who infinitely changed my life. Space Oddity, Life on Mars, Ziggy Stardust, Ashes to Ashes. None of them?” Sander waves his arms. “You’re telling me you like none of them?”

“They’re...fine, I guess,” Alex shrugs innocently with a cringe to his face.

“Fine?” Sander squeaks.

“What’s fine?” Robbe trudges to them overhearing the conversation.

“Your son hates Bowie,” Sander squints his eyes at him.

“I do not,” says Alex. “I’m just pretty indifferent to him. He’s not exactly my style,” he shrugs, his hoodie moving with the movement.

“And what is your style?” Robbe laughs as he comes up behind him to rub his shoulders. He looks up at Sander with long lashes and a questioning smile stretching across his face. They share one of those ‘parenting looks.’ The ones where they know it’s not all that serious. But Sander thinks it is.

“A bit of rap, a bit of hip hop, some pop, some mainstream,” Alex lists off. “Not exactly the ‘80s vibes in me,” he laughs.

Robbe cheers as their tastes in music are quite similar and he proceeds to carry out their very own handshake they’d created when Alex was nine. There’s a different one with Sander. Sander, who’s getting more and more agitated by this revelation.

“Oh, okay,” he pats his knees and stands up. “Well, if you two are having such a grand time hating Bowie and bonding over your own music, I’ll just take myself and leave. No child of mine doesn’t like David Bowie,” he says dramatically.

“Sander…” Robbe looks at him.

“Dad…” says Alex.

“No, no. It’s fine. Really,” he begrudgingly walks out of the living room, almost knocking into Mia on the way.

“What’s with him?” she blinks twice and points a finger back.

Robbe sighs as he looks back at Alex.

“Your father, he…” Robbe puts a hand on his shoulder. “Bowie’s practically his life and so are the two of you, so I guess it’s really important to him that you like him, too. He’s just gonna need some time with all this.”

His eyes are apologetic and he gives him a half-smile, hand leaving his shoulder.

Alex takes in the words while Mia wiggles herself onto the couch and finds the tv remote beside her.

“You finally told him about Bowie, huh?” she gives him a gravely sad look. One that says he’s about to be doomed.

Alex just lets out a stressed breath as Robbe follows to go find Sander.

What’s so special about David Bowie anyway?

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Part 2 is coming! IM SO SORRY SKDJJF I just need sleep and rest

#wtfock #this sucks so much omg I’m so sorry #sobbe’s anti-bowie kid #<- liz I used the tag skdjdb #me writing a dad AU my god how did this happen #thanks Sarah for reading it over <3

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boldlyshamlessfangirl · 2 years

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Four Word Text

(I wrote this on my phone. I'll clean it up later)

"Can I come over?"

Willow stares at the four-word text in utter awe. Mostly because if who'd sent it. Mostly because of what she was asking.

Never before had Tara been so bold as to ask to come to Willow's dorm in the weeks the two have been growing closer since the "Gentlemen" thing.

"Sure. Everything okay?" Willow texts back just barely side-stepping out of the way of a hurrying string of other college students either late for or just leaving a class.

Even over text message, Willow can practically hear Tara's grateful sigh of relief in her answering "Thanks, Willow."

With that Willow rushes back to her shard dorm with Buffy grateful the Slayer had said she'd be back late. now Willow was quietly hoping whatever is was keeping her Slayer bestie away lasted all night.

"Please have monsters, Please have monsters." The hurrying young Wicca chants as she takes the stairs three at a time.

It wasn't quick enough it seemed considering as soon as she turned the last corner leading to her and Buffy's dorm she spots the now-familiar figure sitting hunched beside the locked room door. Her bowed head resting against her knees. Her shoulders shaking in quiet sobs.

Willow was slightly more than a little ashamed when it wasn't Tara's upset demeanor or the fact she seemed to have been sitting outside Willow's room for longer than her text made it seem. It was the fact the upset blonde was wearing blue jeans rather than one of her more customary skirts that had first gotten most of the late arrivals' attention.

"Tara?" Willow whispered remediate dropping to her knees beside her upset friend.

"I d...d-d-didn't know...w...where else to...g--go." Tara sniffed her upset only adding to that cute stammer Willow adored about the shy blonde.

Willow's arms immediately move to wrap around Tara's shaking shoulders in a small attempt at a comforting hug. "Let's go inside, okay?" Willow suggests as soon as those expressive blue eyes meet her own nervous green ones.

She waits for Tara's agreeing node before she moves just enough to fish her room key from her pocket and unlock the door.

"Inside with you my sad Amazon." Willow coaxes already holding out her hand to the still hunched blonde outside her room. The redhead hoped the reference to one of Tara's favored tv shows ( Xena: Warrior Princess) might lift her mood. If anything it only seemed to darken it more as Tara clapped face-first onto Willow's untidy bed. Willow opted to sit gingerly on the edge of Buffy's own but Tara wasn't about to let her if she whispered "closer" was any clue although what sounded like a following whispered half sob of "need my crash position." Did puzzle her a little as her legs now basically jelly Willow stands and half walks half falls across the separating space between the beds to join Tara on her own.

"So what's wrong?" Willow asks mostly to stop from either hyperventilating out of pure delight at being chosen as Tara's preferred snuggle buddy over say the plushy dog Willow herself normally uses after a bad day or combusting in shock at Tara's current closeness. Snuggled as she was along Willow's side. Her breath warm against the red heads throat as her quiet sobs dulled into more saddened little hiccups. As she took in even more breaths of Willow's scent.

Willow herself having been unable to put into words these last months even to herself just yet her tangled feelings growing as they were for her equally magic using crush of a friend.

She just couldn't stomach the idea of Tara not wanting her back in that way if she admitted even to herself that she'd fallen in love with the shy blonde-haired Goddess of a fellow Wicca.

"No talking just snuggles." Tara denies making the arm Willow had already gingerly wrapped around the other woman's middle tighten in reflexes to the new layer of the pain in her crush of a friend's tone as she asks this.

"Okay." Willow agrees already pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of Tara's bowed head as they lay together.

That's how Buffy found them a few hours later Tara's head still tucked under Willow's chin as both women slept. The tired Slayer only stopping long enough to tug a blanket over the sleeping couple before slipping off to the showers to wash away the rimance of another nights patrol from her skin.

#Willow x Tara #Tara x Willow #tara maclay #willow rosenberg #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy summers

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skswriting · 2 years

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AHHH IM HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT YOU REALLY DID DESERVE IT

If namjoon cried in front of me you best believe I’m climbing over peoples heads to console that man

And the Aquarium sounds really fun I’m happy you enjoyed Santa Monica but it’s sad you literally just missed on JK 😭

i know another anon said they were jealous of you going to a concert but I don’t want you to be offended by that please! Thanks for your wishes for the rest of army to see them as well

i think it’s better you didn’t focus on taking photos and videos either because then you would have been watching through a screen and not taken everything else in

I was so worried that we weren't going to get the tickets, and then it would have felt like a waste of money for us to go out there, and then I was worried she wouldn't really enjoy the concert, but I think we both really had a good time.

My friend looked at me when Joon started crying because she knew I would be and damn was I. I love that man. He deserves every ounce of love we give him, truly.

The aquarium was so much fun! We both took really cool picks of the jelly fish while we were there and now they're our lock screens lol. Also at some point we found a shop while out that sold plushies and so now we have matching plushies lol. Santa Monica was really nice! It was Friday when we went and the sun was out but it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold by the water and we just had a good time at the pier and in the area.

Bestie, the way I hung my head when I saw he was in SM... it was so delusional of me lmao but I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did. The video he got of the sunset is actually phenomenal and I like seeing them do like mundane things you know?? For a long time it felt like BTS couldn't even breathe without people jumping down their throats about it but it seems to have cooled off scrutiny wise. So I hope they really enjoy this break and have a good time, social media updates or not (I'll just have to dream about bumping into JK ;;--;; we were like passing ships in the night... lmao)

Also I don't even remember someone saying they were jealous. If they did I just took it as a joke, you know? But I do hope army's that can afford it can go, they're so much fun. I don't agree with fans like are like "you should only go to one concert" I say if you have the resources and time to devote you should go to as many as you want.

I will say that trying to focus on the stage and focusing on the big screen was rough, I kept bouncing back and forth. I think I eventually settled on the screen for most of the actual performances because it was kind of hard to see them on stage (they really did look like ants...)

Here's like, one good picture I got. They spelled out BTS LA 2021 for a bit. I'm so bummed I didn't get a pic of the lights for Jins birthday.

#anon #answered #also my friend was a little confused by light sticks at first #she thought it was like a bts only thing #and then i got to tell her about how like ALL kpop grouos have lightsticks and official colors and fandom names and stuff #she was flabbergasted #she had so many questions about stan culture #we sat on the pier talking about it for a while im sure anyone that walked by was like wtf #she likes twice too... makes me want to keep an eye out for twice concerts and see if she wants to go lol #also i did send her a screenshot of the seoul concerts and she was like omg how fun would it be if we went #and i was thinking to myself dont push this its going to be expensive youll get your hopes up and then not be able to afford to go #hey i need a sugar daddy

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official-weasley · 3 years

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Tiger - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: is getting a pet a warning? 🤔🙈

Word count: 5,205

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

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“Mum, when is dad coming home?”

Aoede and I were sitting on our sofa, watching cartoons and eating cookies. An episode of Tom and Jerry just ended and Aoede noticed that Charlie wasn't home yet.

“In a few minutes, sweetheart.” I ran my fingers through her soft hair, getting another cookie from the bowl.

“Is he late?” Aoede posed another question.

“No. It's five minutes until 3 o'clock so he hasn't finished working yet.”

“I wish he didn't have to wolk that long.” Aoede sighed.

“Oh, sweetheart, me too. But he works every day until 5 or 6 so he is already coming early today because it's Friday.” I wiggled the bowl to switch Aoede's attention to cookies.

“Fliday and Sunday ale my favolite. You know why, mum?” Aoede turned to me before trying to stuff an entire cookie in her mouth.

“Why?” I giggled, watching the chocolate get smeared all over her face.

“On Fliday, daddy comes home earliel and we have a cuddle day and on Sunday we have pancakes fol blefcast.” Aoede clapped excitedly.

“Breakfast, Aoede.” I corrected her.

“Bleak...fast.” Aoede furrowed her brows trying to remember the word.

“There you go! Nice job!” I pulled her in a half hug.

She was sitting next to me because my belly was too big for her to sit in my lap.

“You know what,” I said after I took a bite of yet another cookie, “Fridays and Sundays are my favorite too.”

“Leally? Because of daddy being home and pancakes?” Aoede's eyes were sparkling.

“Because we all cuddle on the sofa and pancakes.” I sniggered.

“What about dad?” Aoede asked curiously.

“Meh.” I swung my hand, trying to sound uninterested.

“Mum,” Aoede gasped, “stop it! You love dad!”

“I do,” I giggled, “nothing gets past you, does it?”

“You tlied to tlick me!” Aoede fully turned to me and took my cookie. “No cookie fol you!”

“Hey, give that back, I'm eating for two!” I made puppy eyes at her.

“Those only wolk on dad, mum.” Aoede giggled and put my cookie in her mouth.

“You are too smart for a 3-year-old.” I playfully shook my head.

“I am just good at taking youl cookies,” Aoede said with her mouth full.

“Want to watch another episode or should we wait for dad?” I reached for the remote.

“Wait fol dad. I will talk to the baby now.” Aoede cleared her throat after finishing the cookie.

I still didn't like the fact that Charlie raised his voice at her the night Bill and Fleur came by. I wasn't used to it as my parents rarely had to do it with me and I have learned from them that most of the time just talking peacefully works wonders.

Before Aoede was even born, Charlie expressed his concern about how his mother always shouted at him and his siblings and that he doesn't want to be like her and made me swear that I would scold him if I ever notice he is turning into his mother.

He might not have shouted at Aoede like Molly used to shout at her boys, but it was evident that he has lost his temper with her and I wasn't okay with that. Especially, when Fleur told me that she was the same when her sister was born and later Bill trying to calm me down telling me that he and Charlie were the same when their younger siblings were born.

Charlie and Aoede worked it out the second Charlie and Bill came back inside and he apologized to me 3 times that night before we went to sleep.

Even though I forgave him the second he sat down and talked to our daughter I couldn't help but notice that by raising his voice Aoede started to warm up to the fact that she is getting a sibling.

The first thing she did, she asked me when the baby is coming. Then she asked Charlie if she can join him when he was singing to my belly. To say that we were both shocked by her sudden change of heart was an understatement but at the same time, we were over the roof about the fact that we could talk about the pregnancy in front of her without her glaring at us.

She usually played with her Unicorn plushie or did puzzles – which her grandpa Artie sent her the second we told him she finished the dinosaur one – when Charlie was either talking or singing to the baby. It was progress that she didn't mind, but last week she got curious and actually listened to what he was doing.

Two days ago, when Charlie was still at work, she stopped playing all of a sudden and walked to me, avoiding my eyes. I had never seen her so shy around me so I asked her what was going on. After a lot of mumbling to herself and fiddling with her fingers, she admitted that she would like to try and talk to the baby.

I did my best, hiding the fact that her action shocked me and made her sit next to me on the sofa so she could sit on my legs and talk to the baby. She only introduced herself before getting too shy and jumping off me to go back to her toys but it meant the world to me.

Charlie, of course, couldn't believe it when I told him and was hoping he would get to see it and since she wanted to do it again today, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he will be able to witness this miracle sooner or later.

“Okay, whenever you are ready.” I smiled softly at her, gently stroking her hair.

“Hello.” She tapped on my belly so lightly that it tickled me. “Uhm, mum I don't know what to say.”

“Well, your dad usually tells the baby stories.” I encouraged her.

“Oh, I know plenty of those!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as they did every time she got an idea.

“Hi, baby!” She waved at my belly. “I love cookies. My uncle Geogie makes the best ones and I love when he comes and we make them togethel. I love the ones with chocolate the most! You will love uncle Geogie, he is so funny! But uncle Bill is my favolite. He has longel hail than dad and he lets me play with it. He isn't as funny as uncle Geogie but his stolies ale fun! He loves auntie Fleul. She is vely pletty and...”

Before Aoede could continue the front door unlocked and Charlie stepped inside.

“I'm home!” He sang.

“Daddy, shhh! I'm talking to the baby!” Aoede whispered with a finger in front of her mouth.

“You are what?” Charlie raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with mine.

“She's talking to the baby,” I whispered, trying not to giggle too much to disturb her.

Charlie was quick to put his jacket away so he could join us as he couldn't wait to be a part of this. He kissed Aoede's forehead and got a little groan in return for disturbing her. Then he gently pushed me upward so he could sit down and I positioned myself in his arms. He kissed the top of my head, listening to Aoede tell the baby all about her uncles and aunts and why she loves each of them.

“The last one is uncle Pelcy. I only saw him once. Daddy doesn't like him much I think...” Aoede gave her words some thought.

I looked up at Charlie who swallowed thickly, his eyes on our 3-year-old.

Percy came home for the first time about 2 months after the war. The reactions to his action varied. Arthur and Molly were just happy he was back. Ron, George, and Ginny didn't want to hear him out at all. Charlie and Bill were hesitant and asked him to give them some time to think everything through.

Because Charlie wanted Aoede to have all her uncles in her life, he invited Percy to stay with us at the end of last year. It was very awkward but I saw that Charlie tried to understand where Percy was coming from and even though their relationship is still a bit shaky, they exchange a few letters per month.

“I...ah, mum! Ah, what did I do?!” Aoede suddenly jumped in the air, her eyes widened in horror, looking at my belly.

“What happened?” Charlie got alarmed.

“Nothing,” I giggled, “the baby just kicked and Aoede felt it.”

“Oh.” Charlie sighed in relief, tightening his arms around me.

“The baby kicked?” Aoede tilted her head and slowly climbed back on my legs.

“Yes. That's what you felt.” I chuckled, finding her reaction amusing.

“I didn't hult you?” She was still in shock.

“No, sweetheart. You did the same when you were in my belly.” I gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward me to give her a hug and calm her down.

“O-okay.” Aoede took a deep breath and buried her head in my shoulder.

“So, if I am not mistaken, it's cuddle day.” Charlie grinned at us, trying to make Aoede forget about the kick.

“Yes!” Aoede exclaimed and carefully climbed off me and jumped to the floor.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked her as she started walking to the drawer where I had my art supplies.

“I want to look at mum's dlawings.” She explained as she pulled out one of my sketchbooks and walked back to us.

“I thought you'd want to watch cartoons.” Charlie teased her.

“No. Mum and I watched Tom and Jelly befole. I want to do this now.” She lifted her hands in the air for Charlie to help her back on the sofa.

“Do you want to watch a cartoon?” Charlie whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I smiled at him and gave him the remote.

“Mum, look!” Aoede turned the sketchbook to me. “It's Blue but little!”

The sketchbook was opened on a drawing of a kneazle which I drew the year I came to Romania. Blue was Felix's kneazle and is now living with Andrei. Aoede loves to go there not only to play with the animal but also to spend time with Andrei who she calls her best friend.

The first time Andrei heard her say that he shed a tear and didn't understand what he did to deserve that title but gladly took it. Andrei is the one who first showed Aoede a picture of a unicorn and told her all sorts of stories about his interaction with the creature. Andrei is even better at telling stories than Charlie is so it's no surprise that unicorns are her favorite creatures.

“Yes, that's Blue when he was still a cub.” I thumbed through the book to find the other drawing of him. “See, that's him too.”

“Oh, so pletty. I love Blue, mum.” Aoede was admiring my drawing, her eyes sparkling.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” I watched her trace her little finger over the lines of Blue's ears.

“Mum, can we get a kneazle?” Aoede said more to herself than to me.

“You think you are old enough to take care of a kneazle?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Yes! My best fliend showed me how to feed Blue and how to make Blue's ful look pletty and shiny!” Aoede closed the sketchbook, her eyes locking with mine.

“Hmm,” I tapped my chin with my finger, giving the idea some thought. “I love your idea.”

I grinned at her, making her eyes even bigger and if it would be possible sparks would fly out of them.

“But we have to ask dad first.” I pressed my lips together knowing this is going to be very amusing to watch.

“Dad, dad! Mum and I want a kneazle!” Aoede was shaking from excitement.

“What now?” Charlie mumbled, his eyes still on the telly.

“A kneazle, dad! Oh, can we? Please!”

“What about a kneazle, Pumpkin?” Charlie asked absentmindedly.

“We want one!” Aoede started to look annoyed because Charlie still didn't look at her.

“Wait what?” Charlie turned down the volume and looked at his daughter.

“We want a kneazle, dad! We want a kneazle!” Aoede bounced on my legs.

“We?” Charlie cocked an eyebrow, his gaze switching from Aoede to me.

“I said she has to ask you first.” I winked at him.

“Why me? Why do I have to decide?” Charlie narrowed his eyes at me.

“You're the man of the house, aren't you?” I sniggered.

“Right.” Charlie nodded his head, still a bit confused about how we are suddenly discussing having a pet. “Well, what did you say?” He whispered to me.

“I said that I love her idea,” I replied.

“You did?” Charlie tilted his head. “You think she's ready to have a pet?”

“I am!” Aoede crossed her arms on her chest.

“Love, we are 14 days from your due date, we'll be busy with the baby. How are you planning to take care of a kneazle too?”

“You are making some good points, Charles.” I nodded. “However, I think Aoede has enough experience because of Blue to take care of one.”

“She's 3!” Charlie exclaimed.

“So that's a no?” I pouted. “I think that's a no, Aoede.”

“Why!” Aoede whined.

“Wait, how do you think this is a good idea?” Charlie ignored our daughter.

“Well, you know I wanted to get a pet ever since we moved to Romania but then we didn't have the time and now we have a house and you know we will always find an excuse and honestly since we both love animals so much, it's a miracle we don't have a zoo already.”

“Okay, true, but you know that Aoede is too young to take care of it alone and I will be at work so you will have to feed it and everything.” Charlie sighed.

“I am aware of that, Char. But it would also be a good opportunity to teach Aoede to be responsible and I can handle a toddler, a baby, and a kneazle.”

“Daddy, please!” Aoede looked at Charlie with the biggest puppy eyes I have ever seen. “I will help mummy, I plomise. I will feed it evely molning and evely night and I will tlain him to poop and I will give him lots of cuddles!”

“Yeah, there's no doubt about the last one.” Charlie tried not to look at Aoede because he knew he won't be able to resist her looking at him like that.

“Admit it, you want it too.” I nudged him, whispering.

“Of course, I want it.” Charlie ran his hand across his face, still not fully convinced.

“So we ale getting a kneazle?” Aoede gasped.

“Oh, I don't know.” Charlie gave it some thought.

“Please!” Aoede and I said in unison, making puppy eyes at Charlie.

“I swear if our second born has your eyes, you three will be the death of me.” Charlie sighed in defeat.

“I think that's a yes, Aoede.” I giggled and high-fived her.

“Yes!” Aoede thrust her hands in the air, carefully climbed off me, and started dancing around the living room.

“I can't believe I was the one who needed convincing for us to have a pet,” Charlie whispered after a few moments of us giggling and watching out daughter celebrate.

“I know it's kind of an impulsive and an irresponsible decision but I know we can do it and I believe Aoede will take care of it. She loves to help Andrei with Blue and honestly, he has taught her a lot about kneazles.” I defended my decision.

“That's true, she is pretty responsible for her age and I guess it would be a good distraction for her from the baby in case she ought to change her mind.” Charlie scratched the stubble below his chin.

“I mean we kind of owe her for having another baby.” I chuckled.

“Oh, great. So what are we getting her when we're having our third child?” Charlie raised his eyebrows at me, looking amused.

��Let this one be born first, will you?” I laughed.

“I can't wait.” He kissed me first on the nose, then on the lips.

“So, are you really okay with it?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not.” Charlie shrugged. “You tamed a chimera which is supposed to be untamable, how hard can having a kneazle be?”

“I guess we'll find out soon.” I nodded my head at Aoede who was still running around the room shouting that we are getting a kneazle.

Charlie

The morning after we decided to get a kneazle, we visited Andrei to see if he knows anyone who breeds them. Even though my girls convinced me to get one, I still wasn't sure it was a good idea. It wasn't that I didn't want one – in that regard, I thought it was a good idea too – but I was worried for Nova and how she'll be able to handle everything while I'm at work.

The second pregnancy has been draining her and I have no idea how she will be after she gives birth and Aoede is getting more energetic each day and even though I will help her as much as I possibly can, I will have to go to work too and I don't want Nova to be exhausted for the next year because we decided to get a pet.

When we woke up in the morning I told Nova that I will ask Andrei if he thinks it's a good idea and if he reckons we can take care of one with having a baby on the way.

We walked to the Sanctuary – well Aoede ran most of the way because she was too excited – and knocked on Andrei's door when we reached his cottage.

“Aoede! What a pleasant surprise!” Andrei grinned when he saw our little one.

He picked her up and twirled her in the air.

“Andy, Andy, we are getting a kneazle!” Aoede told him the news the second he put her down.

“You are?” He bestowed her with a grin before turning to us. “That's sudden.”

“Yes, very,” I spoke first.

“Charlie thinks it's a bad idea with the baby on the way.” Nova followed.

“I think your timing couldn't be more perfect,” Andrei said casually.

“Really?” Nova and I said together.

“Kneazles are the best pets to the people they can trust and they tend to trust children more. Aoede is great with Blue, he simply adores her meaning she is trustworthy. If a kneazle trusts the whole family then they are better behaved than most cats. All you'll have to do is feed it, comb its fur around 3 times per week and play with it, which I think won't be a problem.” Andrei nodded his head to where Aoede was sitting on the floor, playing with Blue.

“So they aren't too high maintenance?” Charlie wanted to know.

“Not at all. They are a much better first-time pet than crups. They learn faster because they are highly intelligent and they don't have as much energy as crups so they mostly like to cuddle with you.” Andrei continued with a smile on his face.

He then asked us how we came to the idea and Nova explained how Aoede saw Blue in my sketchbook and made him laugh when she told him how they convinced me to get one.

“Why were you against it, Charles? You and Nova have been discussing getting a pet since you moved here.” Andrei teased him.

“That's what I said!” Nova chuckled.

“Well, I was just hesitant with the new baby and I won't be home all the time to help around the house and...” I sighed. “I guess I just got worried.”

“Understandable,” Andrei nodded, “you know you'll get some time off when the baby arrives and in case your kneazle will be too much to handle you can always bring it here.”

“Thank you, Andrei.” His words calmed me down.

“Do you know anyone who breeds them or where we could get one?” I wanted to know.

“Mary would be your best call. She lives in the same village you do and Felix got Blue from her.” Andrei answered my question.

“Wait, you mean Mary Hucklewood? The one that has the drug store?” Nova got excited.

“The very same!” Andrei smiled.

“Oh, that's going to be easy, Char! She's a really sweet lady. I had no idea she's a kneazle breeder.”

“Yeah! Her kneazles won some amazing awards on shows and such. I am sure she'll be able to tell you more!” Andrei looked towards where Aoede was still playing with Blue.

“Did you hear, Pumpkin? We know where to get a kneazle.” I kneeled next to her and rubbed Blue's belly.

“Leally? Can we go now?” Aoede gasped.

“We can't just leave Andrei after being here for 10 minutes.” Nova giggled.

“I would love to come with you if you'll have me. I have to buy some groceries anyway and I haven't seen Mary for a long time.” Andrei said, winking at Aoede.

“See! We can go now! We can go now!” Aoede was jumping up and down.

Without saying another word, we walked to the door and headed back to the village.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Nova as we were walking hand in hand, Andrei, and Aoede right in front of us.

“The walk is doing me good. My feet hurt but I had to move from that sofa eventually.” She said softly. “Not 14 days before your due date.” I tried hiding the concern in my voice. “And I'll massage your feet the second we get home.”

“Thank you, Char.” Nova smiled appreciatively at me before turning to see what made Aoede squeak.

“Mummy, daddy, we're here!” She pointed at the house on our left, hardly containing her excitement.

“Now, Aoede, even if Mary has a kneazle for us to adopt, it doesn't mean we will get it today, okay?” I kneeled next to her.

“I know, dad.” Aoede sighed disappointedly but I knew she understood the situation.

“Go ahead, then. Knock on the door.” Nova nudged her so she got closer.

Aoede took a deep breath and knocked on the door so gently that I was sure the lady inside the house won't be able to hear her.

It was amusing to see Aoede nervous but in a way admiring to watch her in this state because she showed me that despite being so young, this means a lot to her.

“I think we should let Aoede do all the talking so that we see if she is really ready for this,” I whispered to my wife.

“Okay, she seems a bit nervous.” Nova giggled.

“Yeah, she's adorable.” I followed her lead, waiting for someone to get the door.

“Maybe you should knock again, Pumpkin.” I encouraged our daughter when she started to turn around to look at us.

She did as she was told, her knock more determined this time.

“I'm coming, I'm coming! Pretzel, dear, move to the side so I can open the door.” We heard the voice in the house say.

The door creaked opened and a lady in her fifties was standing in the doorway.

“Andrei, Nova! What a pleasant surprise!” The woman grinned at them.

To me, the woman seemed familiar but Nova usually paid more attention to people than I did because she reckoned that we should know the people who live around us in case there would be any spies – that was back when we were at war.

“Hi, Mary! Long time no see!” Andrei waved at the woman.

“And you must be Nova's husband Charlie and I bet this little cutie is Aoede.” She locked eyes with me and smiled before bending down to shake Aoede's hand.

“That is me!” Aoede beamed. “Maly, this is my best fliend Andy and my mummy and daddy and we ale hele because you gave Blue to Andy and mummy and I want a kneazle. See, daddy isn't sule but he said that we can have one if we will take cale of it and I plomise, I plomise Maly that I will take the best cale of my kneazle. Blue leally likes me!”

Nova and I chuckled at Aoede's enthusiasm, Mary however looked surprised.

“You sure know how to make a good first impression, Aoede,” Mary said after waiting for a moment longer if Aoede is done talking.

“And all that she said is true, she is amazing with Blue and he adores her.” Andrei supported Aoede's statement.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Mary nodded toward Aoede who was petting one of Mary's kneazles. “Pretzel doesn't trust a lot of people and he has certainly never let anyone touch him the first time he meets them, so your daughter is really good with animals.”

I blinked a few times before exchanging a look with Nova – getting all teary-eyed and proud of my daughter. From the looks of it, Nova wasn't doing any better, as she sniffed and couldn't stop smiling.

“Unfortunately, you would have to wait until the next year. I have given away the good kneazles from my last litter a few weeks ago so I am afraid you are too late.” Mary bowed her head, sadly. “Kneazles breed only once per year, if they do, so it's hard to say.”

“Oh,” Aoede tried her hardest not to sound disappointed even though I could see her eyes filling with tears.

“What did you mean with the good kneazles?” I asked.

“The ones that are suitable for shows and further breeding,” Mary explained.

“We would have it as a pet and we are not looking to breed kneazles.” Nova's voice turned cheerful.

“Well,” Mary put her hands on her hips, “there is one then. I was planning to keep him for myself but if he'd like you I would gladly give him to you.”

She invited us inside and we followed her upstairs.

“What's wrong with him?” Nova wanted to know.

“He is completely healthy and loves to eat,” Mary laughed, “but there was an accident when the litter was a few weeks old.”

“What happened?” Aoede got curious.

“He was trying to make friends with my Venomous Tentacula.”

Mary opened the door and motioned with her hand that we should come inside.

“Hi, sweetness, I brought you some company,” Mary said in a baby voice.

The room was full of kneazle equipment and the kneazle Mary addressed was the only one inside. He was orange with brown spots and the only thing I could see being wrong with him was the tipped left ear.

Andrei, Nova, and I stood in the doorway while Nova encouraged Aoede to enter the room. She made a cautious step toward Mary, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Go on, he's friendly.” Mary smiled at Aoede.

Aoede took a deep breath and sat down. Nova's eyebrows raised, while Andrei and I exchanged a look.

Aoede didn't move nor called the kneazle, she waited patiently for him to come to her. Since kneazles are big on trust this was a smart move and it blew me away that my three-year-old knew what to do.

The kneazle tilted its head to the side and observed Aoede as if she was the only one in the room. He looked very playful and after a few moments approached Aoede carefully. He sat down right in front of her and tilted his head again.

I have never seen my daughter sit so still. She was always running around or talking to us or drawing on my arm or making ponytails on my head or painting my nails. The only time she didn't move was when she was sleeping and even then we sometimes found her on the other side of the bed compared to where she fell asleep.

I can't find the words to express how proud I was of her at that moment and I felt like crying and hugging her and telling her that she's the best but I had to be patient like she was with the kneazle and do that later. If nothing else her behavior proved to me that she was ready to have a pet.

The kneazle took another step forward and extended his paw toward Aoede. She carefully moved her right arm and placed her hand over his paw. The creature purred and jumped in Aoede's arms.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mary clapped excitedly.

Andrei looked almost as proud as I did and I caught myself observing the scene with my mouth open.

“Yeah...wonderful.” I turned to Nova who was sobbing and brushing away her tears.

“Oh, you ale so pletty! Look at youl ful and colols and oh,” Aoede gasped, “look at youl eal!”

“That's Tentacula's work.” Mary shook her head.

“He is pelfect!” Aoede turned around to see our reaction.

“I think he likes you, Pumpkin.” I sent her a wink.

“Mhm,” Nova mumbled, looking ever so proud.

“He's all yours, Aoede.” Mary walked to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

“I have to ask mummy and daddy filst.” Aoede gently hugged the kneazle and placed him on the ground so she could stand up.

“Can we have him, dad?” Aoede stopped in front of me, looking up and waiting for my answer.

I turned my head to Nova to see what she has to say about it. She nodded her head slightly and I bent down to our daughter.

“We can have him.”

“What is his name?” Aoede asked all of a sudden as if she has just remembered she doesn't know his name yet.

“I didn't name him for some reason. I just kept calling him sweetness, so the honor is all yours.” Mary smiled at her.

“Oh!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as she was thinking of the name. “Tigel!”

“Tiger?” Nova, Andrei, and I said at the same time.

“Tigel,” Aoede repeated.

“You're going to name a creature after another creature?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You're the one to talk!” Nova laughed. “Have you forgotten that you named an abraxan at my aunt's Dragon?” She nudged me with her elbow.

“Touché. I completely forgot about that.” I felt the heat on my cheeks as I scratched the back of my head.

—

“Another thing she has after you.” Nova giggled.

“And what's that?” I put my arm around her waist as we walked toward our house.

Andrei was helping Aoede carry Tiger and all the supplies Mary gave us for him.

“She is as bad at naming creatures as you are.” Nova pressed more into me, while I just playfully rolled my eyes.

I didn't care what she named him. Aoede had many moments so far that made me a proud father but her interaction with the kneazle beat all of those moments' arses by far and even though she probably got her intuition for animals from Nova, I was happy that she got the creature-naming after me – even though, I had to agree, not the best trait to inherit.

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akashi is a big softie?!

request: hi! can i ask headcanons about gom spy on akashi and his girlfriend date and comments and wondering that akashi’s really whipped for his girlfriend?

# tags: headcanon; gom reunion; knb last game; current relationship; whipped!sei; romance; comedy; crack; fluff; jokes; sfw

includes: female reader ft. seijuurou akashi + rest of generation of miracles {knb}

author’s note: shit. i love this request.

↘ It was after the game between Team Vorpal Swords and Team Jabberwock.

↘ On that day, Akashi (as well as the other members of core squad and their friends) was invited by Mr. Kagetora to a ‘party’ to celebrate the winning match.

↘ Of course, the team captain accepted the invitation, but after less than a quarter of an hour he apologized to everyone, saying that he had to leave right now.

↘ Naturally, Kise was the first to ask where his friend was going and why he was leaving him; after all, Ryota hoped they would all spend much more time together.

↘ What a surprise for everyone when Seijuurou announced without hesitation that he was going to meet his girlfriend whom no one really knew until now.

↘ I mean, GoM had suspicions during the match, because Akashi kept looking at the stands and he was smiling at them, although all of them decided to leave it without comment.

↘ At the same time, however, the tall blonde man was already creating a plan in his head to meet his friend’s beloved.

↘ Therefore, as soon as Seijuurou left the room, putting his jacket on his shoulders, Kise smiled at the rest of his besties, which didn’t mean anything good or safe.

↘ “Let’s follow him.” He said excitedly in his voice, making Midorima roll his eyes and Murasakibara groaned, saying it was ‘boring and tiring’.

↘ “I’m going with you, I don’t fucking believe him. He can’t have a girlfriend! Not before me!” Daiki tapped his hand on the table, causing Kuroko, Kagami and Momoi to look at his face twisted in envy.

↘ Of course, for Taigi it was the most funny. Lmao.

↘ “Are you not curious with who Akashicchi is dating?!”

↘ “Ehhh, but it’s his business who his girlfriend is and what he does with her...” The purple-haired giant reached for another jelly bean from the table, but Kise got up and hit the table just as Aomine did a few seconds ago.

↘ “Let’s go! It can be a great adventure! Kurokocchi, Momoicchi, Kagamicchi, come with us!”

↘ “I’ll fold. This food is too good. Sorry, guys.” Seirin’s team ace muttered, shoving more meat and white rice into his big mouth.

↘ “I respect Akashi-kun too much to do this, but I won’t hold you back.” Kuroko added, turning to his plate.

↘ “Well.. I’ll stay too, it’s already cold and I don’t want to leave Riko-san alone.” The pink-haired girl smiled slightly, and Kise groaned.

↘ Ultimately, however, Shintarou and Atsushi were persuaded to join to yellow-eyed one and Aomine, and follow Akashi with and unknown partner.

↘ Of course, it wasn’t a sign of ANYTHING good or safe, as I mentioned earlier.

↘ 4/5 of the main Teikou squad followed Akashi as quietly as they could. Then they could witness Seijuurou greet you with a sweet kiss, to which Aomine moaned little louder than he should, causing Kise to pull everyone back so they wouldn’t get caught.

↘ All four basketball players were spying on their friend and you for the next two hours, during which you had a great time walking between the booths/stands in a small amusement park that this week was located near today’s match and the building where coach Aida was hosting the party.

↘ Anyway. Everyone was shocked to see Akashi so... normal? So happy?

↘ So much in love with the other person?

↘ One word from yours mouth was literally enough and Seijuurou gave you what you wanted. He bought you delicious takoyaki (you even fed him with them by the way, it was so sweet, uwu) and hot tea. Special for you he joined in a game related to basketball and thus won you your favorite plushie animal. Of course, he was holding your hand all the time, talking about the emotions of the match. And you listened to him carefully, super glad that he was spent time with his friends from Junior High School.

↘ Aomine wanted to cry when you pressed his captain’s arm against your chest. How badly he wanted to be in Akashi’s shoes...

↘ Ryouta stated that your relationship is totally lovely and he already wanted to hug you and Sei to death.

↘ Midorima was... rather curious. There was no negative approach, on the contrary – he was very happy that his friend, after many hard times, found someone he could love and trust. But he was still just shocked that it person was such a simple girl who seemed at first the complete opposite of the stoic and dominant Seijuurou.

↘ Murasakibara didn’t really think about anything. He was just spending his money on snacks. However, at one moment he shared Ryota’s opinion, when you took part in one of the games and winning a cat-ear headband for your boyfriend.

↘ Literally no one suspected Akashi would agree to it, but... You really put the cute headband on his head... And even thanked you... He gave you a kiss on the forehead and lips...

↘ Aomine really cried, he started screaming where and when he made a fucking mistake. HSJDSSDJJSDKDX.

↘ “Be quiet, Aominecchi!” Kise put a hand to the mouth of his navy-blue-haired friend, and Aomine pushed him away.

↘ “Yuck, don’t touch my lips! You asshole!”

↘ “Stop arguing you two, we are among other people, nanodayo...” Midorima adjusted his glasses, looking around.

↘ “Oooh, Mido-chin, let’s go there.” Atsushi suddenly spoke up, pointing to the food stall.

↘ The commotion between the four players made it not only strangers pay attention to them.

↘ You and Seijuurou did it too. Your boyfriend seemed to be... He wasn’t surprised at all, so he squeezed your hand a little tighter and smiled at you reassuringly as he corrected your hair who falling on your pretty face. Then two of you walked over to his teammates.

↘ “Ryouta, Daiki, Shintarou, Atsushi. What are you doing here?” He asked with a smile and Kise flinched.

↘ “HAHA. Because you know, we thought it would be nice to stop to visit the local attractions and...”

↘ “Mhm, no. Kise-chin and Aomine-chin just wanted to spy and also meet Akashi’s Chibi-chin.”

↘ “MURASAKIBARACCHI!”

↘ You laughed under your breath, thanks to which you stopped the pointless quarrel of your boyfriend and four of his friends.

↘ “Well. I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’m pleased to meet you all. Sei-kun has told me about you many times. I am glad that we are finally meeting.” You bowed gently, and the other four did the same, saying their names. “... Since you are here, maybe we will spend this time together? There are still many attractions to visit. We can also eat something.”

↘ “Yes, eat something. I agree. I like you already, Y/N-chin.” Atsushi beamed at which you nodded. Shortly after that, you looked at your man.

↘ “I don’t mind.”

↘ “Then let’s go!”

↘ Maybe spying on you and Seijuurou wasn’t a bad idea? Thanks to Kise, the rest of the Generation of Miracles met a truly interesting cutie who, surprisingly, had an interest in basketball, but only as a fan. Six of you had a lot of topics to talk about; from today’s game, through school, food, zodiacs and the future.

↘ After spending time with you and Akashi, the other four weren’t at all surprised why their captain was in love with you. You were the best person to make Seijuurou happy and to make him feel loved.

↘ Obviously, after that day you all became best friends.

#— 🍓#knb #knb headcanons #knb x reader #knb x female reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basquet headcanons #kuroko no basquet x reader #akashi seijuurou #akashi seijuurou x reader #generation of miracles #kiseki no sedai #kiseki no sedai x reader

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pinepickled-jujutsukaisen · 3 years

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The Three Dilfs plus the Twink Fathers if they had to joint parent the JJK kids.

Gojo

So just be conscious that I imagine the trio to be baby/toddler ages

Definitely the most jealous out of the four.

He won't say it, but hearing about how Yuji had the time of his life with Nanami and how Nobara adores Touji makes his blood boil

But when Megumi gives him those puppy dog eyes, he can't stay mad

So very jealous but also very whipped

The type of dad who tries to act all cool and hip with the kids but in reality is boomer

No clue how to care for a young child though. Rest in pieces, Babygumi.

Really dependant on Getou for the more dirty parts of parenting.

He refuses to change a diaper for the longest time until he does it once when no one is home bc Yuji was crying up a storm and he gets over it

Doesn't baby proof the house. At all.

I'll say it again

Rest In Pieces, BabyGumi.

Doesn't know where kids like to hang out. He takes them to Starbucks and then the mall, where Nobara proceeds to suck his cash directly from his bank account

Toji taught her well, after all.

Gojou has two ways to discipline them- let them see the consequences of their actions and then obnoxiously help them fix it (primarily when the kids were younger) or dangle them off a cliff while singing songs like a cracked out gremlin.

Gojou doesn't need to punish often, since in this universe I've made up he primarily watched over Yuta and Panda, who are nice little ones.

Still insists on kissing them all on the forehead and tucking them in at night

Getou

It takes a while for him to warm up to child rearing

He's still struggling with his "monkey" mentality, and young children are rife for it.

Though maybe as he's watching a baby Nobara sleep, watching carefully the way parents do as though to make sure she breathes through the night, he snuffs out all curses in the area.

After that night, the taste of curses- like a rag, used to clean up vomit- isn't so unbearable anymore.

Not when he feels such conviction in his soul

So slowly, as he holds Yuji's hands to help him take his first steps, as he tells Megumi what "miscellaneous" means, as he shows Nobara how to make cursed dolls...

Monkeys don't seem so bad anymore

But the zookeepers do

If you catch my drift

Getou doesn't believe in physical punishment, but he is a strict parent when it comes to life-decisions

Not in the way you'd expect though.

I.e., if Megumi was torn between leaving the jujutsu world or going to college, Getou would be there to help him find a third solution

And punishment was never his style. Swallow enough vomit-stained rags, you begin to feel disgusted over such things.

Instead, he guides. A distant hand that points in a direction and tells you where it leads.

Also hopeless with what kids like. He let's Yuji wander around Tokyo and whatever catches his eye, Getou suggests.

Nanami

Seems like a distant father at first

But his face is just like that

Genuine sucker for his kids

They have him wrapped around their tiny little fingers

The best out of the three of them with young children

And minors in general

Because- and sit down, this might shock you- he treats them like normal human beings

Nanami didn't have the best childhood, not to mention that many of his close friends didn't either, so taking care of children is something that's very close to his heart

So he likes to keep the kiddos close to his heart too

It made quite a sight, to see Nobara being lugged around in a baby bjorn, drooling all over his jacket while he exorcized curses.

The only parent out of the three mentioned that uses Vicks Vapor rub

If you know you know

Getou is more of a straight medicine kind of guy, and Gojo's never gotten sick in his life.

Nanami definitely got stuck with daiper duty when both Gojo and Getou refused

But he loves them

Tells the three of them that he's proud of them and loves them every chance he gets

Definitely one to have his heart melt when they fall asleep on him.

It's like the rule of cats. He is now legally obligated to stay completely still until the child awakes

That's his initial reaction, but then he remembers his rationality and picks them up and tucks them into bed.

Has definitely slept kneeling on the floor next to Megumi's bed when the boy grabbed his sleeve while sleeping.

Yuji was also a colicky baby, and Nanami found that putting him in a pot of water on the counter was an easy way to get him to be quiet

Nobara was mischevious. The second she could walk, it was over. Nanami burns 500 calories a day chasing her around.

And all of these memories are lovingly stored in his 6,000 baby albums.

Sukuna

Surprisingly good with babies

Extremely good with young children

And very nice with teenagers when he puts his mind to it.

Back in Sukuna's day, in his little social circle, being bad with kids was taboo.

You either are good with kids and love them to death or fuck you

So naturally, Sukuna took the "good with kids" route

He'll say a bunch of bluster about power and ruthlessness if you ask him

But the truth is that he adores children, and wouldn't have put in the effort to be good with them if he didn't already want to.

BabyGumi is such a tsundere with him

Always pouts and looks on the verge of crying when Sukuna is nearby or talking to him, refusing to respond without a wobble in his voice to Sukuna's questions

But the second Sukuna leaves, it's chaos.

He gets all sad and mopey, holding on to the tiger plushie Sukuna gave him like his life depends on it.

Sukuna has learned to just ignore BabyGumi's pouts and teary eyes and cradle the toddler close

And Megumi has no complaints being held in Sukuna's arms

He feels safe there.

The same can not be said for Yuji.

Sukuna scares him, but poor baby gets too distracted with other things when Sukuna is around to remember.

He'll be seated in Sukuna's lap, happily pulling flowers from the ground and giving them to the cursed spirit

And then when Gojo asks him how his playdate with Sukuna was, he bursts into tears and said it was terrifying

Makes for very awkward encounters, as Gojo saw for himself that Itadori was having fun

Nobara loves him

Genuinely wants to get his tattoos one day

And become a powerful sorceror like he was

He gives the best hugs (four arms!!!) So

Always indulges her when she rambles about her cursed dolls

And spoils her rotten.

Touji

Ah yes

The crusty anarchist (affectionate)

Megumi is also a big tsundere bby with this man.

The only one of his fathers he actually projects affection to is Gojo, and that's because Megumi knows his ass is one big jelly bean

As in mushy on the inside, hard on the outside, and very very jealous.

But Megumi will pout and claim not to like anything Touji does

Which really weighs on the man

He knows he's failed Megumi a bunch of times, and knows he deserves to be rebuffed

But it still hurts

Thankfully, Megumi is a sensitive kiddy, and even if he goes too far and Touji completely retreats within himself, Megumi tries to make it right.

Touji is so very whipped for his son.

The slightest bit of love Megumi shows makes his week.

And he's a very gentle father too

Is a staunch advocate against hitting children

His own shitty childhood paired with having a kid as quiet and reserved as Megumi, even if the kid wants to let loose but wont, stresses him out greatly.

Yuji also concerns him

Because he's very innocent, naive, and kind.

Touji knows he's gonna be trampled on.

So he does his best to sort of introduce more darker topics and harsh realities to Yuji without breaking the poor kid.

All in all, he's a depressed, cynical dad, who's trying to give his kids a better life and more tools to survive than he had.

DEFINATELY not the type of parent to hold the child's better life against them.

Tries to be loving, smothers the three kiddos in smoochies and lovingly made meals.

He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he prioritizes the kiddos safety and happiness first and foremost.

But he's definitely not as wealthy or stable as the others, and he knows it.

Whenever Nobara wants to go wander the mall, Touji struggles to swallow his pride every time.

He has the girl set a date, and between that day and the day they need to go to the mall, Touji works his ass off to save up.

He usually only needs to worry about money to keep himself afloat and leisure money for the kids

Since they usually eat at one of the others houses and stay the night there too

Yuji is the one he finds the easiest to be with when money is tight

Yuji doesn't have a habit of asking things from Touji- leftover instincts from when his Grandfather, also poor, took care of him.

So less stress is on Touji to take Yuji somewhere nice when it's just the two of them

Megumi is similar, but not quite.

Megumi isn't really interested in material things or going out to eat very often

But he adores going to temples and being with the monks.

As Touji used to do.

It's bitter and painful to take Megumi to the temple where he used to worship

But he does it.

His love is sacrifice, humility, and acceptance.

But slowly, slowly, he's accepting help from the other dads.

I hope you liked it! This was just a spur of the moment thing, not a lot of hard thought and intricate story telling was put into this, but I hope you enjoyed anyway. This is a mix of my personal headcanons and canon lore, so feel free to drop your own headcanons in the comments!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushigoro toji #fushigoro megumi #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru #kento nanami #getou suguru #fushigoro touji #gojou satoru #geto suguru #jjk father #jjk headcanons #pine writes #mine

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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The Cable Car ~ Han Jisung [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.4K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy!!!

↬↬↬Pairing: Han Jisung x GenderNeutral!Reader

↬↬↬A/N: I hope this is alright for you my love!! I know it says cable cart in this but that’s just what me and my friends call them 😭😂

This was going to be your first date with Jisung and you were nervous about it, it was the first time you were finally going to get to go out. He'd asked you to go out on a date with him right before comeback season started and now everything was calming down it was finally time.

"I have rules," Hyunjin said as he paced around in front of you and Hyunjin, he had his hands behind his back while he looked at you both. The joys of having Hyunjin as a brother was how over-protective of you he was. Jisung had gone to him first before he even thought of asking you out, he never wanted to do anything to upset Hyunjin and you never would have agreed if Hyunjin hadn't said it would be fine. All of the boys knew about the crushes you had on one another, it had been obvious from the moment you and Jisung first met. You were both incredibly nervous around one another, would barely mutter a word in the other one's direction until Felix finally sat you down and made you talk about something you could bond over. From there it grew into a strong friendship until neither of you could hold back the feelings you had for one another.

"I want you home no later than 10:30 pm, there is to be no funny business, no kissing, no holding hands, no making out-" He turned to look at you while he continued listing off everything Jisung and you were and weren't allowed to do making you giggle.

"Hyunjin he'll have me home in time-" He stared at you wondering what you were talking about,

"No. I mean you. You will have him home by 10:30." Your mouth began to open and close like a fish and he smirked, hugging Jisung and dramatically acting as though it would ever be the last time he was ever going to see him.

"Remember when you used to hate one another? Simpler times." You said jokingly standing up from the dorm living room sofa and grabbing your bag. It was pitch black outside thanks to the Autumnal time of year but it was perfect, Jisung was wearing a black hoodie, baseball cap and a mask to hide himself while you wore one of Hyunjin's hoodies, jeans and a mask.

"Can we go, I want to get on some of the rides before they realise that Jisung is too short." You whined out jokingly taking Jisung by the hand, his cheeks turned a bright red colour and you began pulling him towards the front door of the dorms. Wanting to get away from your brother as fast as humanly possible right now,

"Come on Sungie." You giggled, the nickname was something you'd given him back when you tried to be friends but it just stuck with you.

"Are we still going to follow them?" Jeongin asked once you and Jisung were both out of the dorms, the fake smile that Hyunjin had plastered across his face faded and he nodded looking around for his coat to change into.

"Of course," You were still his sibling at the end of the day, sure he was going to tease you and Jisung for dating but he was still going to be the over-protective brother he was meant to be, just because you were dating someone he liked didn't mean he dropped all of that. If anything it doubled because he had to make sure nothing was ruined between his friendship and your love life.

The night had been going amazing, so far he'd won you a giant teddy which was now sitting in the car that had brought you to the amusement park that Jisung had brought you along to.

"Oh what about I win you something," You suggested as you reached another game where there were some cute squirrel plushies up for the win. Jisung unlinked your hands together,

"Sure but do you think you can manage that thing looks-" He was going to say quite heavy but you lifted the huge mallet with ease, he shut his mouth and watched in 'awe' as you rang the bell within your first attempt of whacking it hard enough to win.

"And the pretty couple win!" You whispered into the teller's ear which stuffed animal you wanted and turned back to Jisung with a smile on your face, he could tell how big the smile was even through the mask you were wearing. It spread a warm feeling through his h=whole body just watching you be this happy with him, he never thought within a million years that this would happen with you,

"Jisung meet Jisung." You whispered holding up the squirrel to Jisung's nose and smiling as he took him into his hands,

"I shall cherish him forever." He placed him into the small bag he had on his side and you began walking once again.

His hand natural linked with yours in the cold weather and you tried not to act as though the small interaction hadn't just made your heartbeat 10 times its normal speed and send static waves throughout your entire body,

"What if we rode up to the top of the mountains, I heard a couple say there was a restaurant up there." Jisung felt his whole world come to a standstill, he'd done well so fair to deter you from getting on any majorly huge rides sticking to simpler things like the sings, merry-go-round and a bumper car ride but to get up to the mountains there was a huge cable car ride you had to go on to get up and come back down on. He could feel his heart racing and thumping against his chest at the thought of getting into the cart with you but one small squeeze of your hand and it felt like it gave him the confidence to do anything. He didn't want to be afraid in front of you so he smiled nodding his head and acting as though the mere thought of getting into the cable cart wasn't making his legs shake and feel like jelly.

"We should get going, we might be able to get our own cart if we're quick enough." He smiled as you suggested that pulling him in the direction of the carts that were all going up one by one. Occasionally being filled by four or more people while some filled with only two, two young and in love couples.

"Where are they taking Jisung?" Jeongin asked as he tried to swallow the food he was eating, he was supposed to be the one in charge of making sure Jisung was keeping his hands to himself but so far he hadn't done a good job so Hyunjin took over that job as well as making sure you weren't being spotted by fans.

"Oh god," Hyunjin started laughing while rushing over with Jeongin towards you and Jisung, watching as you stepped into one of the cable carts.

"He's terrified of heights why would he just willingly get on that?" Jeongin was out of the loop but Hyunjin knew why and it only made everything all the more funnier to him, he hadn't expected Jisung to go this far with it. He'd expected him to give up and admit how scared of heights he was right before you both got on the ride but it was too late, the cart was on the move and Hyunjin and Jeongin got into the next cart directly behind yours to watch everything unfold before them.

The view from the cart was impeccable but Jisung had his eyes on your hands the whole time, he couldn't afford to look out of the glass windows and gaze around because he was terrified, he'd done well to keep everything inside so far. But on the inside he was screaming at himself for even allowing himself to get on the ride, you, on the other hand, looked calm and collected as you gazed around at the city lights. You could see almost everything from up here, the amusement park looked so small from up here, except for the rollercoasters that were all taller than the cart ride anyway,

"Don't you think its-" You stopped midsentence when the cart shook, your grip on Jisung's hand tightened and he thanked God that it did since his tightened on you. At least he could play it off that he was comforting you in a way and not that he was scared,

"W-What happened?" Your voice came out shakey as the cart you were sitting in stopped in the air, not moving along the cables, you glanced at the other carts to see all of them had frozen in place as well.

"I think it's stuck," His voice came out shakey as well but he tried to keep his cool, he could already tell you were scared and if he let on for even a second he was worried it could have freaked you out as well.

"Excuse us, everyone, we're experiencing a technical glitch in our cable systems. We promise to have you moving in a couple of moments, please sit back and look at the view." A robotic voice sounded through the sound system and you moved closer to Jisung who in return wrapped his arm around your shoulders as if it would help you if the cable cart was to fall suddenly.

"I...I should have suggested this," You whimpered suddenly feeling afraid of how small everything looked below you, Jisung tipped your chin up to look at him.

"Look at me, not down there okay. That's the last thing you want to do." You nodded in agreement with him before a frown formed on your face,

"How do you know-"

"petrified of heights," He swallowed the lump in his throat, there was no use hiding how scared he was from you if you were going to be stuck up there together for a while.

"But-"

"I just thought that if you wanted to ride them, it would be over as quickly as I got on and I wouldn't have to deal with it...I didn't think I would get stuck on the cart." He mumbled looking at you and nowhere else, he didn't want to risk looking away from you. You were the only thing that was stopping him from screaming out in fear, you seemed to anchor him down and make him feel slightly calm about being stuck up there.

"No-," You stopped yourself thinking about what he'd just said, he'd risked his fear for you. Facing his fear just so he could make you happy, it made you feel warm inside and sent your head into a frenzy thinking about him doing something like that for you. Something that would seem so small to everyone else but to you it put everything into perspective.

"Jisung that's one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me." You breathed looking at him as he frowned, he tilted his head to the side wondering why that had been the sweetest. You were one of the most amazing people he'd ever met, surely you'd had loads of people doing nice things for you all of the time. His mind went into hyperdrive when you leant forward flickering your eyes closed, he closed his and moved closer until your lips finally touched. His lips were soft and smooth on top of yours as you kissed sweetly, it was slow and neither of you knew what you were doing. His hand moved up to cup your cheek slowly building up courage with you and moving closer to you, his tongue slipped across your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gladly gave him. The kiss made you feel like you were floating - that also could have been the cable cart that was shifting in the sudden breeze but for a moment that had been forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the way Jisung was holding you, running his thumb along your smooth skin.

You pulled apart and shyly smiled at one another for a second, the kiss tasted like the candy floss you'd both been eating earlier but it made your head spin so fast you thought you were going to faint.

"Whoa," You whispered your voice coming out a little hoarse from the kiss you had shared, he nervously chuckled taking your hand in his as you sat there in silence for a couple of seconds. Just taking everything in that had just happened, realising that you'd both experienced the same feeling together, that everything seemed better now you'd kissed. You felt loved even if it was too soon to use that word, everything just felt brighter and better with him right there.

"This was Hyunjin's idea by the way," You whispered two minutes later when you still hadn't moved in the cart. Your head was resting on his shoulder while he played with your fingers, just wiggling them around, bending them and running his fingers through them.

"What was?" He hummed looking at you while he placed a small kiss on the top of your head,

"The amusement park, he said to suggest it to you because you loved this sort of thing." Jisung boiled up with anger for your brother, not the anger that used to boil up when he saw him but the kind that made him want to lash out a kill him in a brotherly-love way.

"Two minutes," Jisung said reaching into his hoodie to pull out his phone, he dialled your brother's number and was surprised when he picked up almost instantly,

"You're dead when I get in-"

"This is I.N," Jeongin spoke into the phone,

"We're behind you on the cable cart and Hyunjin is in the process of freaking out about the heights and kiss you just had." Yelling could be heard from down the other end of the phone and you smirked turning around in your seat to see Hyunjin clutching onto Jeongin who was calmly biting into a hot dog while holding the phone up to his ear.

"This is karma you know Hyunjin," You spoke down the phone to your brother laughing as you watched him shaking his head before the cable cart shook into action.

"Dead meat," Jisung warned locking his phone and wrapping his arm around your shoulders again, feeling calmer now that you were on the move and finally going to get back onto flat ground.

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