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gamermattsgf · 3 months

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Teddy bear // breeding Matt

Warnings: major breeding kink / lowkey dad Matt / creampie / fingering / female stimulation / established relationship / spit kink / hair pulling / classic missionary position / major praise kink / cum kink / unprotected sex (pls don’t do this) / slight male stimulation / mommy kink (sort of?)

Summary: after a visit to see your neighbour Darrel’s new born baby girl, Matt is so in awe of her that he decides to exercise an age old kink he has on you later that night.

Author’s notes: FINALLY. This one’s been highly anticipated for a while now so I hope you all enjoy reading about my favourite kink to pair with Matt in the whole entire world. Obviously it’s not for everyone, so if u don’t like this kind of thing just don’t read it and politely move along... but, BABIES. Plus yes, the reader is on the pill for heavens sake!! Wrap it before you tap it people. (Also happy early birthday to my sweet @asturniolos this one is for you baby girl ;)).

“But lately you’ve been feeling so good, I forget my future, never pull out” - Prom, SZA

‘Oh- my god’ Matt squeaks with his mouth parted slightly and a twinkle in his eye as soon as your neighbour’s baby girl is dropped into his awaiting arms. The pastel pink blanket swaddled around her squirming body falls gently over Matt’s cradling hand, he automatically starts to bounce her.

‘Hi little girl’ he tucks his chin into his neck and mumbles gently down to the sleeping girl that smacks her lips with her eyelashes feathered. She wriggles about in her sleep, her little mittened fingers tiredly stretching up and then falling to tuck back into the warmth of her blanket.

This almost makes Matt swoon. He struggles to hide his peep of delight at the baby’s action, his smile splitting his cheeks whilst his eyes quickly flick down to yours.

You smile happily up at him, knowing how long he had been waiting to see your neighbour Darrel’s newborn. As soon as you told him Darrel’s wife had birthed a healthy baby girl he had constantly been pestering and poking you to take him to go and see her.

He had been talking about it all morning and as soon as you two had entered the threshold of Darrel’s house he had been practically bouncing off of the ceilings to have a go at holding her.

‘So I take it Lily didn’t disappoint your expectations then?’ Darrel chuckles whilst Matt slowly rocks the blanketed baby from side to side, looking at her with an adoration that only comes from a man that wants one of his own. He then repositions her within the nest of his arms so that he can lift one of his hands up to poke his pointer finger out.

‘Ahw she’s so small’ he coos in disbelief.

Softly feathering his fingertip against Lily’s little appled cheek, he traces it around her soft skin, tickling her face until her nose scrunches and she opens her mouth to babble sleepily.

‘Isn’t she just’ Darrell sighs.

Matt felt as though he could just melt into a puddle of pink joyful goo, he never wants to let go of the small child, he’s in too much admiration over how little she is.

The tiny pink shells of her lips, her soft head of blonde hair, and her whispy little eyelashes. All of these features make him subtly glance back down to you, his sweetly mature girlfriend. He bites his lips at the ‘what if?’ possibilities he fantasises in his head.

It’s almost concerning how easy it is for Matt to imagine Lily as his own baby girl gently balanced within his protective arms like a smooth little pebble worth treasuring. He utterly adores her as he stands in his white sweater and grey beanie, the weight in his arms as light as a feather.

When a person wants something, it’s easy to tell, because when you look at what you want there always seems to be this sharp tug in your gut that lets you know how desperately you want it.

Well… Matt’s heart squeezes, and his gut contorts at yet again another action of the sweet baby girl within his arms mumbling and then tilting her head to the side so that she can snuggle further back into the blanket surrounding her.

Matt really fucking wanted a baby.

‘She really is’ you decide to chime into the conversation, agreeing with an awestruck Matt that looks as though he’s on the verge of tears because of how cute Lily is. You know that Matt absolutely adores children, so the sight alone of his sunny beam down at Lily’s chubby face makes your posterior soften. You blush at the look of him effortlessly cradling the baby within his arms before subtly squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip.

Fuck. This shouldn’t make you throb in between your legs as much as it does.

‘Oh that reminds me, Matt and I thought it would be nice to buy Lily a little welcome home present…’ you begin again, trying to distract yourself by catching Darrel’s attention. You lean over from your position on the couch to riffle around in your bag, until you find what you’re looking for. ‘Ah, here it is!’ you mumble triumphantly and wrap your fingers around the soft furry body of the little teddy bear Matt had insisted on buying for Lily.

‘Can we please get her a teddy’ he had begged you the day before, with sparkling eyes and a pout that you just couldn’t refuse.

So you had both gone down the stuffed animal isle of a store and Matt had let you pick out a small brown bear with beady black eyes and a button nose before taking it with him and happily going off to pay for it whilst instructing you to go and wait for him in the car.

Later that day you had wanted to personalise it and so decided to go to the dollar store and pick up a roll of pink ribbon, cutting off a strip and tying it around one of the teddy’s arms into a sweet little bow.

Your smile only increases the more you pull it out of the bag because of just how adorable it is. You had been itching to give it to Darrel for a while now.

As soon as he realises what it is, his eyes soften. ‘Oh goodness, you two didn’t have to do that, it’s lovely…’ he gushes, reaching out to take the teddy bear from your offering palms, to which Matt can’t help but crack a smile at your pretty face.

He cuts into Darrel’s rambling to put him at ease. ‘It’s alright- we wanted to do this for you guys, Lily deserves all of the teddies in the world! Don’t you honey?’ He affirms, before cheesing as he looks down at Lily to speak to her in a high-pitched babied voice, the kind of voice you would use when speaking to a puppy.

‘Really. It’s very nice of you, I’m sure Lily will love it… might have to wait till she gets a bit bigger to actually understand what it is though…’ Darrel cracks a joke, and both you and Matt laugh fondly. However, the vibrations in Matt’s chest manage to wake Lily up, and she opens her big doe eyes sleepily to look up at Matt in confusion.

This catches Matt’s attention and he gazes down at her, admiring the glassiness of her irises before gently shushing her and rocking her back to sleep.

‘Well what d’ya know Matt… you’re a natural, mind babysitting with your girlfriend every once in a while? Could use the help’

Both you and Matt make excited eye contact, not much persuasion needed to take special care of the tiny little angel lying in Matt’s arms.

‘We wouldn’t mind at all Darrel…’

You and Matt have been quietly laying in bed for a while now, one of his bedside lamps twinkling on a low setting as he sleepily rests his head on top of yours. He spoons you, his warm chest cozy and his bigger arms cocooning you into him further as his massive palms splay about either side of your ribcage. He gently strokes the pads of his thumbs over your dewy skin and occasionally will press a lazy but affirming kiss to your temple before groaning and settling back down again.

You have your eyes closed, fully relaxed as Matt threads his haired legs in between your smoothened ones, his bearded face scratching your cheek every single time he squirms around ever so slightly to reposition himself.

The room is silent aside from the subtle squeaks of his springy mattress underneath his weight and each of your gentle breaths mingling with one another.

Suddenly Matt’s chest expands, and he heaves a deepened sigh, his cheeks reddening shyly at the thought he conjures up in his mind. He’s suddenly really quite horny, and the quietness within the room prompts him to start thinking about the hold he currently has over your body, and what he could be doing to it instead.

The atmosphere in the room turns hot, and Matt almost starts to overheat because his cheeks burn so much. He swallows thickly and allows his mind to wander, electrical pulses making their way down his lower half and tightening up his pants.

You of course, are oblivious to this sudden change in mood.

That is, until Matt starts to feather one of his stroking hands down your torso ever so slightly. It tickles, and his hand raises goosebumps wherever it touches, especially when his pinkie subtly nestles its way into the top of your panties, dipping downward before pulling back out and snapping the elastic waistband onto your skin suggestively. You catch on to this and furrow your brows with playful suspiciousness.

‘Matt… what are you doing?’ You muse cheekily, already clearly know what his intentions are because now you can feel his prick, its thickness hard and needy for you as it presses into your backside.

Matt doesn’t answer, instead lets out a shaky breath and simply leans his scratchy face back into your cheek to press a spongy kiss onto the now pink skin.

As he does this, the hand down at your core sensually slides over your underwear.

Matt bites his lip as he feels warm dampness already emanating from your centre when sliding two of his fingers down into the cushion of your thighs.

He touches you, slowly, teasingly, rubbing the pads of his fingers in a circular motion as he presses them into your clothed clit. This makes your folds ache, and you hiss, arching your back away from him. But Matt grunts at this and still manages to keep his torturous hand all over you, his other arm tightening around your torso and hauling you back to him aggressively.

‘Shhh, you stay put now angel’ he hushes, mumbling into your skin as you whine meekly, one of your hands coming up to squeeze the arm that is slithered around your chest whilst the other one grapples to grip onto something below Matt’s silky brown sheets. That thing you yearn to grab onto just so happens to end up being Matt’s thigh, that is clothed in his red pyjama bottoms.

You squeeze his strong muscle and feed your bottom lip into your mouth to bite it.

You then feel his smirk on your cheek as his hand begins the horrifying descent back upwards. This time, it slips underneath your underwear. ‘If you can’t hand my fingers I dread to think of how much of a mess I’m gonna make of you with my cock…’

Your breath hitches as two of his fingers slide right down your sticky slit, gathering up as much wetness as he can before stretching out your hole. This time instead of hissing, you let out a breathy moan.

‘What? Not got anything to say back to me baby?’ He taunts you when you refuse to even think about trying to formulate a proper sentence after the soft curl of his fingers around your velveteen walls. He strokes them at a languid pace.

Matt sighs when all you do is breathe heavily, ‘you’re so soft around my fingers honey… gonna feel so fucking nice around my cock too, aren’t you?’.

Your toes curl at Matt’s sweetened praise, his worship of your physicality smelling like strong vanilla scented candles and melting over your body like a dollop of sugary ice cream.

Matt loves to praise you, you’re always so good for him, and he would spend hours with his head in between your thighs just to show you how much he loved you if he could.

Kiss after kiss, his tongue layering up your dripping centre as he forces his fingers into your mouth to swallow how loud you’re being with his eyes constantly trained on just how euphoric he’s making you feel.

‘Fuck- y-yes Matt, m’always ready for you…’

You finally muster the words to express how you’re feeling, and they tumble from your mouth like a broken melody, the result of them making Matt grin even harder. He’s feeling especially bold tonight, the memory of bouncing Lily on his hip still fresh in his mind and prompting him to relay his fantasy freely onto your awaiting figure.

Suddenly, he’s sliding his fingers out of their teasing hold over your sopping wet cunt, before moving away from you and rolling you onto your back.

Matt hungrily licks away at his fingers whilst doing this, wanting to taste you whilst you’re at your freshest and untainted by him.

The sight before him makes his prick drip with precome, sticky white fluid uncontrollably seeping from out of his tip as soon as he catches how pink and alive you look. It wets his underwear and almost makes him shiver, the thought of devouring you right then and there.

Sliding your shirt up for himself, he peers down at your tits to see that your nipples have already hardened just for him, the cooler air helping with their stiffness. Matt’s mouth waters at the sight of them.

‘Hmm, holding that baby today really got me thinking about how pretty you’d look with one of mine…’ he breathlessly mumbles, dipping his head down to suck on your bottom lip. His hands soon after slip up to cup just beneath your tits that pebble and ache to be coated in his spit.

You utter a quick whine of approval back at him, your own hands trailing up his goose-bumped flesh to touch the soft scruffiness of the hair on the back of his head.

He smirks at your responsive nature. ‘Yeah? Want me to give you my babies? Fucking fill you up and keep my cock in there n’breed you?’.

Matt’s cock throbs at even the thought of this, the thought of rutting his hips into you so fast that you start to drool with your tits shaking and your back arching for his cum. The cum that he’s going to have you absolutely swollen with by the end of the night. He doesn’t want a single drip leaking out of your hole, he’ll cockwarm you if he has to, simply to hold it in there with his own slickness.

‘Please Matt… you can- you can do whatever you want to me’ you shamelessly plead, the heat between your thighs juicing up and wetting your panties, already readying you for him. He smirks at this, his pretty blue eyes twinkling as he gives your mouth one more sloppy kiss before moving downward.

‘Fucking gorgeous’ his mouth muffles upon contact of your tits as soon as he decides to take one of them into his mouth and wetly kiss on it ‘gorgeous tits… all for me yeah? All mine?’ He questions possessively, one of his hands curling around your spare breast and squeezing it wholeheartedly.

‘All yours Matt- all fucking yours’ you reply in a breathless stupor, liking the way he sucks your tit and gently rolls around your nipple with his hot tongue.

‘These tits gonna be for my baby hm?’ He questions patronisingly after pulling away from your now sticky skin, a couple of purpling marks bruising to the surface of your delicate flesh where his mouth just hadn’t been able to help itself.

Your back arches and you hum a whine in agreement, vigorously nodding your head before letting Matt roll you two around so that now your thighs are gently straddling him and he is leaning against the headboard of his bed, the silk sheets underneath you two making him slump downwards a little.

‘Wanna make you a mommy so bad… would you do that for me? Take all of my cum and keep it? I want you to be selfish with it baby…want you to be greedy for more of it’.

It’s no secret that Matt has a smooth tongue. You two spend hours rolling around in the sheets, playing with each other as he makes sure to utilise it in whatever way he possibly can. But, for some reason his words have been hitting extremely different tonight. As though he has flipped a switch and pulled out all of the stops to lay it on extra thick.

Clearly, that time with you and Lily earlier had affected him in the most filthiest of ways.

Matt has shared words of breeding you before, but never to this extent, and you hate to admit it, but fuck does it soak you more than usual. Maybe just both of you being around the baby this morning makes it all seem extra real as he starts to roll your hips into a grinding motion over his bulge, but whatever it is, it’s working.

Both of you hold blushing eye contact as Matt does this, his mouth hung open and his eyes dilated. Fuck. You can physically feel the throbbing heartbeat sitting from in between his legs as he harshly grinds you over himself and releases raggedy whimpers into the air. You can tell he’s pent up, he needs you terribly, he wants you selfishly. He would fucking die for a feel of your walls sucking against his naked skin, it’s all he’s ever yearning for.

‘I want your cum Matt… please- please give it to me’ you freely beg, your head tilted down to look at him as the heated atmosphere boils in between the two of you. Your tits quickly become a focal point of interest for him before you get up off of his lap to speedily take off your slick underwear.

You toss them somewhere into Matt’s room and hear the fabric hit the floor gently. Matt gazes at your frantic figure with some form of satisfaction, his smugness evident due to the way you had absolutely begged for his cum.

He tilts his head and observes the way you clamber back onto his thighs, your hair all tussled and your skin lighting up with honeyed brilliance in the warm lamp light, casting beautiful contours all over your tits.

‘There’s a good girl’ he quips, before giving in to your expectant hands that wander alongside the waistband of his pyjamas. He simply cannot resist your puppyish eyes that stare at him to take them off. He lifts his hips up and feeds one of his hands into both his pants and underwear that teasingly travel downwards at a slow pace.

After Matt’s cock springs free, it careens back to hit his stomach and leave a wet dribble of precum near his dark snail trail. His tip is red and the veins popping over his thickness almost hurt to look at.

You swallow and start to shyly edge your way forwards, but not before leaning over to look inside of his bedside drawer. Your attention is focused on trying to rifle around Matt’s things, but he only has eyes for you, and can’t help but quickly lift his hand up to his lip line so that he can spit a thick dollop of saliva onto it.

He spreads it all over his cock and whimpers a little at how sensitive he feels whilst your hand skirts over the outline of his car keys, his rings, his wallet… until you find exactly what you’re looking for. Selecting a foil wrapper out of the drawer you messily close it once again with your chest heaving and a dewy layer of perspiration coating it.

Your weepy centre stings now, because it hasn’t been touched for a while, and you can’t squeeze your thighs together for traction because you’re currently straddling Matt’s.

You hand him the condom wrapper and he closes it within his thumb and pointer finger, before looking down at it in contemplation. After taking about 3 seconds of silence, he looks back up at you with a smirk, your hands already propped up on his shoulders for support.

You watch in horny silence as Matt effortlessly chucks the condom away. ‘We’re not gonna need one of those’ he quips as the wrapper patters gently to the mattress, now completely forgotten about in favour of Matt wanting to feel everything.

You didn’t think it was even possible to get wetter in attraction, but you were wrong.

Butterflies press against your gut as one of Matt’s hands slither up to the back of your neck. His fingertips thread into your locks and he gets a firm hold over the roots of your hair before dragging you down to have your lips on his once again.

He forces his tongue into your mouth, his desperation present with every stuttering moan he takes as he somehow manages to push you onto your back, his torso toppling over yours to change the power dynamic between the two of you once more. His fluffed hair is ruffled and bushy, his beard dark and prickly as it scrapes against the skin of your face with every twist of his tongue.

‘Always so pretty when you’re wet for me sweetheart, want my baby to have your eyes’ he mumbles through every clash of your teeth, kissing you so vigorously that sometimes he has to bite and pull on your bottom lip. He drinks you like he’s desperate for water, and you’re the only cold spring around- not that you complain though.

These thoughts only make your back arch up into his stomach, your core beyond desperate to be stretched out by him now.

‘Matt… please touch me baby- m’so sore’ you cry up into his lips, meekly pleading for him to comply and give you what you need.

And he does. Pulling away he smirks at you before trailing his nose down your jaw and focussing his kisses onto your neck. He sucks on the supple flesh there, and as he does so, makes sure to grasp ahold of his prick so that he can paint it all the way over your pink clit.

The moment his head crowns through your folds is a moment of extreme pleasure, and Matt stops all of what he’s doing to possessively look down at your face whilst he slides himself inside of you.

You suck him in, and his hot skin cushions perfectly around you. He fucking loves stretching you out like this and listening to the way you let out mangled sounds of discomfort, it lets him know he’s big and it strokes his ego when you whine in pain because of how full you feel.

‘Shit… I’m never gonna get used to that…’ your voice shakes with your nose scrunching up sensitively, but Matt hushes you gently. ‘Shhh baby… I know, I know it hurts, but you’re being such a good girl, love when you let me know how nice and thick I am’.

You nod, trying to only pay attention to the way Matt soothingly strokes the backs of your thighs with his fingertips as he pushes himself deeper into your throbbing heat.

Matt makes sure to hitch them around his hips and hook your legs over his back so that the balls of your feet can brush against his ass, because it stretches your inner thighs out further.

Matt fucking lusts the colour your cheeks turn whenever he fucks you, especially on a day like today. He groans as an overwhelming amount of pleasure overcomes him.

Neither of you are lasting long for this, that he already knows.

‘Fuck- I’m never wearing a condom again with you. You feel too good wrapped around me like this’ he whimpers, and slowly begins to start up a grind. He adores the way your chin falls back in euphoria as he starts to move you on the mattress, your thighs twitching and your slick walls stroking perfectly against his stickiness.

Your eyes twinkle up at him, his words managing to almost melt you on the spot. It’s not long before he picks up the pace, his breathing rate increasing and becoming more of a breathless pant.

You almost drool at the speed of his frantic hips and can’t help but struggle a moan after every time you feel him press against your g-spot.

‘Fuck baby… if you’re not careful imma hide your birth control pills n’breed you properly. I’ll tie you up and keep you in here until I’ve fucked you enough to see that baby in your stomach’.

Matt is 100% serious at this statement. The feeling of not wearing a condom with you easily becomes one of his new favourite things as he gets drunk on the oxytocin it gifts him.

Tears almost stream from your waterline at the statement, your back now permanently arched and begging for his cum. It’s as if those words coated in pure filth just did it for you, because soon after they’re uttered and Matt reaches down to start playing with your clit, you feel an orgasm dawning over you.

It sparks and bubbles like an undulating wave that gets even stronger after every time it crashes against the walls of your gut. Your breath hitches.

‘Matt I- I think I’m gonna cum’ you struggle up to him, and Matt nods quickly, his mouth dropped open and his hips getting sloppier the more his skin erotically slaps against yours. ‘M-me too’ he stutters, his whole entire body drenched in the sweat of his efforts.

Your orgasm rattles from your stomach all the way to your ribcage, melting over your body like a psychedelic dream before you hear Matt also whimpering loudly into your ear. His forehead crashes down to hit against your collarbone and his arms shake as he too feels the phenomenal rush of his orgasm.

As he continually ruts his hips at a lazy pace, he makes sure to fill you up with all of his thick ropes of cum, the slimy hotness of it drenching both his cock and your walls with an ample amount. Finally, after feeling like he can go no more, his hips relax and slow to a stop.

Both of you pant tiredly as you trail one of your hands up to Matt’s head just so that you can appreciatively stroke it, his cock still comfortably stuffed inside of you.

As far as Matt’s concerned, he’s not moving it an inch because if he does, the cum still coated on it would come dripping out of your spent hole with part of it still strung onto his head and your folds like a string of saliva connected by two pairs of lips.

‘You keeping your cock in me?’ You muse to him sleepily, but with a tone of playfulness as you regain your breathing and stare up at Matt’s ceiling.

You can feel his gentle smile curling against your skin.

‘Wouldn’t want to get our cum all over my bedsheets now would we?’ He responds in just as playful a manner.

‘No, we wouldn’t…’.

Author’s notes p.2: yayyyyy I’m baaaack. I thoroughly apologise for not keeping up with my one smut every weekend schedule but I literally had no time to write last week, it was crazy. However, I’m grateful that I’ve finally finished this one because I’ve been so fucking excited to share it with you, plus people have been dying for it for so long… good to keep the tension building you guys, some slow burn action for you all hehe. Someone tell me why the start of this one is so fucking cute tho?? That’s exactly how I imagine Matt would react with a baby in his close proximity and it makes me want to mother his children lol. Next up is racer Chris so look forward to that, plus ask and request what ever as always!!! Love you all my little cinnamon buns 💋 (Apologies if I miss anyone out on the taglist there’s so many of u now, if I’ve accidentally missed anyone out, pls re-comment on this post that u want to be on it and I’ll add u to my list :))

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hypewinter · 7 months

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Dick stared out at the snowy landscape past the window before turning back to his new baby brother. Danny was sitting in his high chair, happily munching away at some Cheerios. Looking at him now Dick thought back to how he had come to Wayne Manor just a few months prior.

Bruce had stormed into the Manor after coming back from a Justice League mission with a bundle in his hands. Dick who had stopped by the manor to steal food catch up with Alfred had been thoroughly thrown off by his father's open animosity. He could hardly recall the last time he'd seen Bruce this outwardly furious. The man's glare alone could rival Darkseid's omega beams. As Bruce sat down at the table, the two men finally got a good look at just what he was carrying. It was an infant. An infant who was fast asleep, his soft black hair falling over his eyes. Bruce quietly asked Alfred to prepare a room as well as all necessities needed for a baby. The old butler had immediately set off to just that.

Meanwhile Dick was quick to ask what had happened but Bruce didn't say. Even when the others gradually found what was happening and asked their own questions, he still refused to answer. Not even Alfred had been told where the baby had come from. The only information Bruce had offered up was that the baby's name was Danny and he would be staying at the Manor from now on. As for the rest of the details, he claimed he would tell them in due time. But Batman's "due time" was often too late to actually do anything about it so desperate for answers, the family had turned to their own investigations only to come up with nothing.

All files related to Danny were locked behind a mountain of firewalls and Oracle had apparently already been sworn to secrecy by the big man himself. Whatever it was, Bruce wanted absolutely zero interference, so for now, the family was forced to sit in their hands.

That led till now, 5 months later. It was mid-January and Dick was on babysitting duty. Everyone else was either out running errands or on a mission. Not that Dick minded though. Danny was incredibly cute and he loved taking care of him. Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to get Danny to see him as the favorite brother. Still, Dick couldn't help but feel couped up today. Maybe it was because it had been snowing the last few days leaving both boys alone in the giant manor all day long.

Dick stared wistfully out the window once again before an idea dawned on him. He turned back to Danny who had stuffed the last of the Cheerios into his mouth along with his entire hand.

"Hey Danny. Wanna have a snow day?" he asked cheerily. The boy cocked his head at Dick, hand still in mouth. Dick smiled wider. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Dick hoisted Danny out of his high chair and carried him upstairs to his room. After he set Danny down in his crib, he grabbed all the gear he needed. He picked out a long sleeve shirt with a cartoon star and big bold letters reading "You're a Star!" He also grabbed long socks, some elastic pants as well as jeans, a scarf, a blue beanie, and a pair of cute little mittens.

It didn't take long for Danny to be fully dressed for the outside elements. Though after Dick finished putting his shoes on, he squirmed a little and made a face.

"I know I know," Dick cooed. "But I'm pretty sure B. would make an exception to his 'no killing rule' if you got sick on my watch."

Dick admired his handy work for a minute (taking dozens of pictures as he did so) before picking his brother up and heading downstairs. After a quick pitstop at the door to grab his own jacket and gloves from the coat rack, he opened the door and greeted the chilly air outside.

Danny giggled as he reached up at the snow while Dick circled around to the side of the manor.

"Bitey! Bitey!" he squealed.

"Yep, Bitey," Dick replied with mild confusion.

Danny would say random things like that sometimes, forcing the world's greatest detectives to put their minds together in order to figure out what he was talking about. One time he just wouldn't stop saying "Em". It took everyone a whole day to realize he was referring to music. And an extra two days to figure out he was specifically referring to pop music.

Oftentimes he would call Barbara "Jazzy" and Duke "Tuck". On occasion he would even call Cass "Sammy". Every time he called something a new name, it was a race to figure out what he meant. Each time they figured out a new word, Bruce's face would darken and he'd disappear off to the Watchtower for the day. Something that was really starting to drag on Dick's nerves. It was like it was physically impossible for that man to share information.

Dick was startled out of his thoughts by a tug at his jacket and looked down to see Danny staring at him.

"Sorry sorry," he said with a smile. "Lost in my thoughts. Forgive me?"

Danny put on a pout but Dick knew by now that it was fake. One could tell by the mischievous look in the boy's eyes that he just couldn't hide. "So be it then!" Dick declared before pulling Danny close and snuggling into him. The boy shrieked as cold nose touched warm neck. "Fo-give! Fo-give!" he cried.

"Aw thanks," Dick said as he pulled away. Danny giggled again, his bright blue eyes crinkling with laughter.

The pair walked around in the snow for a bit longer before Danny started making grabby hands towards the ground. "You want down?" Dick asked. Danny nodded energetically.

"Alright."

Dick carefully set Danny down in the snow. The boy excitedly wriggled before putting his hands down to the snow. As Dick watched, there was a burst of light and suddenly there was a semi circle of ice, radiating out from their position. Dick stared at the ice in shock. Danny turned and blinked up at Dick, almost as if he were in shock too. But he very quickly went back to playing in the snow. Dick swallowed. Sure they all knew Danny had powers. It was pretty obvious when the third day there, he floated up to the ceiling. Still though, he highly doubted ice powers was up there on anyone's list of "abilities our new baby brother might manifest next."

Dick was so shocked all he could manage to utter was, "Huh. That's new."

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales

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c0kitty · 8 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 w/ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄

summary: two times you crocheted katsuki something + one time katsuki realizes something so painfully obvious. (⛦) content: fluff! kissing. reader tears up. reader crochets. comfort!! love confession. sickeningly sweet. i'm a lil bad at summaries. gn pretty sure. (⛦) w/c: 1.6k+

i. your first project,

the first time you’d crochet him something, it was a pretty shitty day for katsuki. he had spent a little more than an hour meeting with his friends who, in the most kindest words, were spawns of satan. the constant teasing left him a little drained, the food he left in the dorm fridge was gone, and he was left with a headache throbbing at his temples.

to add on, he hadn’t seen you all day.

so, he goes to your dorm, finding it already open. something he’d always given you mouth on. (what if a stranger comes through? even if it was a little impossible with the amount of security that roamed the halls.) inside, he pauses at the entrance, finding you sitting on your bed, holding a long slender stick with a hook at the tip.

it looked like a miniature murder weapon. “... what the hell is that?”

seemingly startled, he guesses by the reaction of your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, widened eyes, and a small gasp that left your lips. “fuck me, why the hell are you so silent.”

“hello to you too, princess,” katsuki sarcastically remarks, stepping further into the room. he comes closer til’ he was just about hovering over you.

you pick back up whatever the hell was in your hand. you could still feel his stare, which you quip. “it’s crocheting, tsuki’. i’m trying to pick up a hobby to get off my phone more. its kinda fun.”

katsuki grunts as a reply, moving to sit next to you. it causes the mattress to slightly sink to his weight, whilst he goes to take off his shoes, methodically, all while watching you.

with your teeth catching your bottom lip, you looked so focused, engrossed, not paying a mind to him. his gaze eventually drifts towards what was hanging from the stick. it’s long and narrow, with a soft-looking material, colored a deep-shade of red, and black. it was a scarf.

it’s edges weren't perfect, a little bumpy and not entirely straight, but it still looked pretty damn good. his crimson eye’s go to meet yours, but he finds you already looking at him. “i was gonna make it a surprise. but i made it for you.”

a nervous smile plays at your lips, “do you like it?”

nobody has ever really taken the time to create something personal for him — the warmth in his chest, made him just want to crumble, n kiss your pretty lips. it was nothing short of perfect, even the imperfections.

he'd forgotten you were waiting for an answer and a flicker of insecurity hints in your eyes, your words hanging in the air.

but, he quickly reassures you, his hand traveling, holding at your chin. “it's perfect, okay?” drawing nearer to you, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “perciate’ you so much baby.”

ii. just for him,

it starts to become a thing every other week. you would crochet him a piece – either something that fit his, in your words, “grunge” style, or something from the colorful yarn leftover from your old projects. and regardless, he would proudly wear it.

over time, people start to notice. seeing him wear a cute black cat beanie was a little out of the norm for him. and the following week, he would wear the same-stitch, fingerless mittens. everyone knew he wouldn’t buy those by choice. someone had to be giving it to him, someone he cared about. someone, like his girlfriend.

being in a school full of smart heroes had its many downsides.

people start to ask, or he would say, "harass you," to make them things. it starts to piss him off after a while — hearing your continuous no’s, and then them trying to ask again like your answer was gonna change after a minute. plus, it’s not like any of those broke assholes were willing to pay, they were just planning to mooch off you.

and, maybe there was a selfish reason for it.

he didn’t want you to share something you were so passionate about with people you gave no shits about, or lov– liked. because it would lose its value — lose the stupid special feeling he got.

this surge of events eventually leads to him cursin’ them out for you, because you were just a little too nice to yell, give murderous glares, or deliver creative death threats. which after, they wisely never approach you about it again.

iii. your last gift, for the year of course,

its a cold new year, katsuki watches as a snowflake falls delicately onto your nose. you guys were huddled on the balcony of his parent’s home, thanks to his mom's desperation, and persistence to meet you. and to his embarrassment, his mom and you got along very well, so well in fact you guys exchanged numbers, planning to meet with each other without katsuki himself.

despite his loud protests, you’d forcibly ushered him out in the shitty-ass cold because you wanted to see the snow. the frigid air embraced you both, his breath left white in the air. katuski’s body pressed the balcony handle, you’d positioned yourself in front of him, his arms encircled your body, his hands holding at your waist.

“you happy princess? m’ freezing here just for you to see the same old snow we see every year.” he complains, even though his crimson-red eyes held warmth, ones that matched your growing smile. you raise your heel pressing a short kiss at the corner of his lips, before retreating.

“quit being dramatic; it’s so beautiful out here.” you insisted, before your eyes widened, like you’d remembered something, and abruptly, you leave an inch of space between the two of you, reaching for something in your puffer jacket.

there’s a slight furrow to his brows, not understanding why you had to pull away — leaving you out of his grasp. til he puts it together, as you pull out a terribly wrapped item, a gift.

“i told you we didn't have to give each other anything.”

“yeah, like the $100 dollar gift you gave me today. see, i knew you would do that so i came prepared.” you say, pointing an accusatory finger.

“now open.” you shove the present in katsuki’s hand, and shaking his head in disbelief, he grabs it, tearing the wrapping off.

“i know i already made you one. but i saw how … worn out it was.”

holded in his rough hands, was a scarf. reminiscent of the colors to the one you gave him months ago — the one he had worn all the damn time, sometimes even in the hottest of weather. with how much time he wore it, after a while, the color of that scarf started to fade, with the yarn unraveling.

“here let me put it on for you.” you take it from his hands, draping it around his neck. you watch as he glances down, just admiring it. “looks so pretty, baby.”

this scarf looked more intricate, with the stitch pattern on the scarf resembling daisy blooms. he’d noticed how your crochet skills seemed to improve, the scarf had a cleaner, straighter edge than the other one.

and for some reason, as he looks down at your gift, a flood of memories of the moments with you, seem to be all rushing to him — your sweet, drawn kisses, the stupid arguments, and your laughter that seemed to always ring in his ears.

moments like those, that laid ahead for the both of you, made him want to look forward to the future, your guys’s future. to wake up next to you, morning breath n’ all, to lazily lounge on the couch and havin’ to forcibly cuddle because of you, to possibly sharing each other's last name. it all swelled katuski’s stupid heart.

it was so obvious why. with your soft gaze on him.

“i love you.” he blurts out, his eyes fixed at your parted lips.

“i love you so damn much, it’s so fucking stupid. you turn me into a sap, y’know. everytime i look at you i just can't help but want to smile, want to hold you. everything I do, every thought that crosses my mind, somehow, it goes back to you. …i ” he sighs, his bravado faltering for a moment, red eye’s averting from yours.

“you don't have to say it back, i just wanted to tell you.” katsuki grumbles, the tips of his ears red as it can be, as he does his best to maintain his ‘i could care less’ facade.

“look at me.” and katsuki does, he’s met with your glistening eyes, stars reflecting. “i love you too, you idiot.”

he couldn’t help but release a soft, incredulous laugh — he was really rubbing off on you. somehow the space between the two of you closes again, your hands fit in his warm jacket. tightly hugging him, as if he was going to leave any second.

“and of course, you had to one up me with a grand ass speech.” you relent, looking up at him, a small pout forming over your features.

“m’ always two-steps ahead. catch up princess.” he replies, a smug smile spreading across his plush lips. his mittened hand moving to hold at your face, thumb brushing along your cheek.

his eyes flicker to your lips, watching as your tongue glides against it. “... can, i?” your lashes flutter at him, weakly nodding. and then your being kissed, slowly, and sweetly. his tongue brushing your bottom lip, savoring you, savoring this moment.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo fluff #katsuki fluff #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki x you

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Daughter’s First Snowfall » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

December 6th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with baby daughter Annie

Summary: Bucky’s and Y/N’s daughter experiences snow for the first time.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for daughter (princess, baby girl), pet names for Y/N (doll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Bucky, look! It’s snowing!” You say excitedly, pointing at the window.

“I see that, doll.�� Bucky says, pulling you closer to him to keep you warm.

“We should take Annie outside so she can play in it!” You suggested.

You felt Bucky’s body tense up and his grip tighten on you.

“Are you ok, Buck?” You asked, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“I don’t think taking her outside in the snow is a good idea.” Bucky says.

You could sense that there was something more than that.

“Why not?” You asked.

“What if she gets cold and sick?” He says.

“She has a bunch of warm clothes and if she gets sick, we’ll take care of her.” You say.

“I know, but what if…” Bucky stops himself and sighs. “What if she gets hurt?” He says.

“Does this have something to do with HYDRA?” You asked.

“No.” He says, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“Bucky…” You cupped his stubbly cheeks. “Tell me.” You say softly.

“No it’s not HYDRA. I just don’t want her to get hurt.” He says.

“She won’t get hurt, Buck. We’ll be with her the whole time. Plus she needs to experience stuff like this.” You says.

“Ok, fine. Annie can play in the snow, but only if I can hold her.” He says.

“Of course you can hold her.” You smiled.

You gave Bucky a quick kiss on his lips before going upstairs to yours and Bucky’s 7 month old daughter’s nursery to see her sitting up in her crib.

“Hi baby girl!” You cooed, picking her up. “We’re going to do something fun!” You say with excitement.

You walked into her closet to pick out something warm for her to wear outside.

“Which one do you like more? The red one or the green one?” You asked her.

Annie let out a squeal and did grabby hands at her red outfit.

“Good choice!” You smiled.

You took it off the hanger and gently laid Annie on her changing table and changed her diaper before put her warm clothes along with a pair of mittens and a beanie on her.

“You look so warm and adorable.” You say and kissed her chubby cheek.

You went back downstairs and Bucky already had his jacket on.

“There’s dada!” You say, pointing at Bucky.

Annie squealed and did grabby hands to her daddy.

“There’s daddy’s little princess!” Bucky cooed, taking her out of your arms.

Annie immediately reached for Bucky’s dog tags and shook them around making Bucky smile while you put on your jacket and boots.

“Are you ready to play in the snow for the first time, baby girl?” You asked, cooing at Annie.

She let out a squeal of excitement and clapped her small hands together. You opened the door, feeling the cold breeze of New York air. Bucky held Annie close to him and slowly stepped outside. Annie was intrigued by the snowflakes floating in the air. She babbled as she reached for the snowflakes, catching them in her mittens.

“Those are snowflakes, Annie.” You tell her. “Do you want to stand in the snow?” You asked.

She squirmed in Bucky’s arms, letting him know that she wants down. Bucky tightened his grip on her so she didn’t fall.

“She wants to stand in the snow, Bucky.” You say.

“I don’t know, doll.” Bucky says.

“Babe, the snow isn’t going to hurt her. She wants to have fun in it.” You say.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before gently putting her feet in the snow and held her small hands in his bigger ones so she could try to walk in it. Annie was so intrigued by the snow that she stomped her feet around in the spot where she’s standing, making little foot prints in the snow. She let go of one Bucky’s hands and bent down to pick up some snow. She stared at it for a moment before throwing it across the yard and started laughing uncontrollably. You took her from Bucky’s hand and crouched down with her holding on to your knees. You picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball and handed it to Annie. She just stared at it.

“It’s a snowball, Annie.” You tell her. “Throw it at daddy.” You whispered with a grin.

Annie understood what you said perfectly cause the next thing Bucky knows was a snowball hitting his leg causing you and Annie to burst out laughing.

“Which one of you did that?” Bucky asks, looking down at the two of you and playfully squinting his eyes.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. On the other hand, Annie was giggling. Bucky grins and crouched down in front of Annie.

“Do you want to see something funny, princess?” Bucky asks Annie.

Annie nods her head and squeals. Bucky picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball with a grin on his face.

“You better not—” Bucky threw the snowball at you, hitting you in the face. “James Buchanan Barnes!” You gasped.

“You’re the one who started this war. I just finished it.” Bucky says.

You opened your mouth to say something when you two heard a little sneeze. You guys looked down at Annie to see her with a red nose and rosy cheeks.

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up, baby girl.” You say.

You and Bucky took Annie inside and changed her into warm and dry clothes. You guys got settled on the couch with Annie on Bucky’s chest and put on a Christmas movie.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Buck?” You say.

“You were right, doll. I had nothing to worry about.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

Your little girl let out a squeal, wanting attention from her mommy and daddy. You two smiled at her cuteness and gave her kisses all over her face which made her burst into a fit of giggles.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[7:41 am]

(cw: reader is called “mama”)

Saturdays were for sleeping in. That tradition hadn’t changed for you when Jaehyun was your boyfriend, when he became your husband, and even now that you both had your son. Just that the tradition was a little different now. Now, Saturdays were for sleeping in and snuggling with your son under the covers of the bed. A tradition that Jaehyun had rarely ever taken part in since he was a morning person, even on chilly mornings like this.

Your son who had joined you about half an hour ago when Jaehyun brought him to the room and laid him beside you. You were barely awake but couldn’t fight the sleepy smile that came when you saw that your son slept like his dad, arms above his head with his head turned toward you.

Some time in the next half hour you were awoken again when you felt your son moving, but not his cute little cuddles paired with his baby murmurings. No, it was Jaehyun gently lifting him from your hold. You grumbled groggily, “He’s fine here.”

He stood right beside the bed bouncing your son who was slowly waking up in his arms, “Sleep in my love, we’re going to go on a boys jog.”

“Jaehyun,” you whined, rubbing your eyes much like your son which made Jaehyun chuckle at the uncanny similarity, “it’s too cold to take him out.”

“I’ll bundle him up, so he’s nice and warm. Come on, gotta keep up with my resolution. You don’t want me going out there alone do you?”

You groaned, grabbing your robe from the foot of the bed and followed them to the nursery. You sat in the plush chair, watching as Jaehyun moved around the room gathering warm clothes for the baby. You took the baby from his hold, sitting him in your lap as Jaehyun searched for something under his breath, “Is daddy taking my baby boy out in the cold? Is he stealing our cuddle time my baby? Beanies are in the bottom right drawer of his dresser.”

“Tell your mama we need our guy time and we’re going to be nice and toasty,” Jaehyun smiled as he raised the baby above his head and lowered him with a kiss to the baby’s chubby cheek. You both smiled at the babble that came from your son.

“You have enough blankets in the stroller? His hood is on? Maybe I should go get his fluffy white blanket,” You trailed off from the front door, watching Jaehyun tuck the blankets in around the baby in the stroller.

He stood up straight with his hands on his hips, he stalked over to you and placed a quick kiss on your mouth, “You were supposed to sleep in sweetheart. He’s warm in the snowsuit you made him wear, 2 blankets, beanie, mittens, and the stroller has the cover up on it. We’ll be back before he gets hungry.”

“Don’t run too fast, there’s still icy patches out there. Or you’ll both get cold and then you might get sick,” you instructed. You leaned over the stroller pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead. “Be careful please.”

“Always am, my love. Go get some rest, you know our little guy will need all our energy later.” Jaehyun told you with a smile.

Sure enough almost 40 minutes later you were busy holding a bottle to your son’s mouth and an ice pack to Jaehyun’s knee, “Didn’t I tell you to watch out for the ice? Is my baby ok?”

“I think the ice will help with any potential swelling, I should be good in a few days,” Jaehyun sighed.

“I’m talking to our actual baby Jaehyun. Mama’s never letting you out of morning cuddles again my little love!”

Was it bad that Jaehyun felt jealous of his son being smothered by you right now?

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #Jaehyun blurbs #jaehyun timestamps #jaehyun scenarios

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000marie198 · 2 months

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what happens if sonic goes baby and tails and the other have to watch him would it be the same with tails and would sonic recognize his brother or no

If Sonic alone gets turned into a baby, he doesn't hold the memories of his older self but the bonds and feelings and sensations are there. He instinctively knows his friends are people he can trust. He gets picked up by one of them and he just knows that these are family, that he is safe with them. He doesn't consciously remember Tails, but he knows Tails. A part of him knows that's his brother... He feels the most comfortable and happy around him.

Now, please enjoy some baby shenanigans under the cut :]

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Sometimes he wants uppies. He'd keep tugging at Tails' sock to get attention and then hold up his arms with a whine. Tails leaves everything to pick him up and hold him so Sonic could happily snuggle up in the floof.

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Other times he would wanna be placed down. He'll struggle and whine and kick his legs and kick and kick and kick till he's placed on the ground. Baby cheers and runs off, instinctively holding his arms forward for balance.

He is two apples tall and he's running before he even learns to crawl.

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He doesn't want milk, give him those delicious smelling chilidogs instead.

"You can't eat chilidogs right now, you're too small."

He doesn't care, Amy, put it in a blender and give him chilidogs.

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Something startles him, makes him sad or gets him angry and he'll find Tails to complain about it even though he only talks in babbles. Tails gets the gist of it somehow?! It surprises others but the bros know how to read each other, they don't need words to communicate. That is made clear when Sonic grumbles at one point, then Tails gives him an unimpressed raised eyebrow and baby Sonic whines, his ears lowered. They are clearly discussing something but no one can tell what.

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Amy. Please ease up on the doting Amy, you're spoiling him Amy, that's a lot of toys and blankies and mittens and beanies and socks Amy, AMY

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Knuckles doesn't hold baby Sonic like you would an infant child, he always holds him like :

Then he'll carry Sonic outside into the sunlight because nature and daylight is good for him. Only to lower his wiggling feet in a stream to spook him, just a little. It's funny. Baby Sonic gets back at him by biting.

He carries the mad child back to the workshop and complains to Tails only for the fox to go, "Well you shouldn't have scared him then, that's what you get," while picking Sonic who grabs onto Tails and blows Knuckles a raspberry. He's taking the gremlin's side, unbelievable.

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You take baby Sonic to a Chao garden or somewhere similar and he'll be glomped by chaos or critters or flickies or wisps just like his older self always is. The smol creatures recognize him and adore him still. Baby Sonic is giggling the whole time.

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He sits on Tails' head and steers him by the ears and Tails follows along with pretended jerky movements and monotone robotic voice. Sonic giggles. He's piloting a giant robot :] It's only fair the 'giant robot' ends up being led towards a fridge with his head lowered in front of the shelf holding his own juice and he pulls back with an indignant shout when his gremlin babified brother steals his juice by using him. Preposterous! Betrayal! Tails says it all in the most dramatic manner much to the laughter and amusement of baby Sonic.

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Aside from this one, there are a few baby Sonic posts I've made which are more inclined towards the Prime Bros au and you can find 'em on my blog in the 'baby sonic' tag, hope you enjoy them too.

I adore baby Sonic so so so much! He's my little son I love him.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #baby sonic #sonic headcanons #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #team sonic #ask answered #anon ask #thanks so much for the ask!

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It’s you I want for Christmas

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W stiles stilinski

Warnings- kissing, swearing.

Series- teen wolf

Summary- you and stiles are best friends but Christmas time brings around love. And stiles is tired of hiding the love he has for you.

Requests are open🫶

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“Hey! stiles over here, what are you doing in town” I laughed running over and hugging him. “Y/n, What a coincidence” he giggled hugging me back. “How?” I pulled a funny face while being a bit confused.

“It’s nothing ignore me- I’m just doing some last minute Christmas shopping” he wiggled his eye brows. “Cutting it close huh, it’s Christmas Eve” “yeah well I have no clue what to get the person” stiles shrugged looking around at some of the shops.

“Well, Maybe i can lend you a hand I’m just about done here” I shrugged making my bags known. Stiles looked at me deeply and grinned. “I’d like that” he told me nodding his head. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him, something about my best friend just drew me in. More than I could ever admit.

“Perfect- who’s the gift for” I shook my head subtly breaking the mesmerising spark that we had between us. “Uhhh well it’s a secret but it’s for a girl” “bit vague” I giggled nudging him as we began to walk through town. “I can’t give away much” he twinkled at me.

“Is she part of the pack?” I questioned but stiles just tapped his nose “all I’m saying is she’s very special to me- I want to ask her out and I want to get her something to show her how I feel” stiles told me. I tried to push down the feeling of pain twisting in my stomach. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat the want to cry. I tried my best to ignore the feelings I had for my best friend while we shopped for the girl who owned his heart.

“You alright y/n?” Stiles laughed shaking me slightly “yeah- of course I am it’s Christmas” i nodded forcing a smile. Stiles took my arm cheerfully “so where are we off to?” “Well what girls don’t like jewellery” I pointed to one of the shops close by. It was painted a dark green with golden curly writing at the top on a wooden frame. Stiles pushed the door open and the bell rang out.

He turned to me after shaking the snow off his face and coat. Stiles then put a gloved hand out and wiped the snow off my coat and out of my hair. We both giggled together flicking snow at one another. “Ugh I love the snow but I don’t love looking like a wet mess” I sighed removing my Beanie and my knitted cream mittens. “You never look a mess y/n, I don’t know how you do it” stiles shrugged with a cheeky smirk.

“Ooo that one’s pretty” I breezed past the compliment pointing at a necklace behind the glass. I appreciated it I did, but i couldn’t look past the fact we were in this shop for another girl. “Do you like that one?” He questioned coming behind me staring at it. Slowly I turned and looked up at him. Stiles was so handsome from his baby brown eyes to his soft skin. He was truly all I wanted for Christmas.

“It’s super pretty, but that’s just my opinion- what type of jewellery dose she wear” I asked softly, stiles looked down at me now. Our faces were inches away from another’s. “Do you actually know” I raised an eyebrow at him. Men don’t really pay attention to that stuff. “She wears a lot of gold jewellery and she has a lot of colourful stones” stiles told me while looking around the store.

My mouth hung slightly open “you- pay attention to detail” I announced walking around the little shop. “Well she takes a lot of time and effort to present her self- and she’s beautiful how could I not notice”. I turned around to look at him but he was already staring at me. My heart was pounding against my chest. I couldn’t listen to this anymore. “Well it sounds like we have similar taste so- this shouldn’t be too hard”

I sighed snapping the eye contact we were holding and looking through the shelves. Until my eyes laid upon something I couldn’t turn away from. While side eyeing it I noticed the price of the ring. “What are you looking at?” Stiles questioned trying to figure it out. “That ring but it’s-.” “-it’s beautiful” stiles cut in walking over. “It’s a lot of money sti” I joined him but I was completely mesmerised by it. “Trust me y/n she’s worth every penny and so is her happiness”

“This ring was once worn by a princess from England” one of the ladies that owned the shop walked by us. “It’s stunning” I batted my eye. “Is this the one?” Stiles turned to me smiling. “She will love it- I’m happy for you two” I rubbed his arm putting my feeling aside. “She hasn’t agreed to a date yet” stiles smirked side hugging me.

He brought the gold ring with a beautiful shiny square emerald in the middle of it. It had carved out gold swirls around the Center piece with tiny diamonds engraved. I waited outside for stiles to come out again. And he did so with a huge grin. “I’m glad your happy” I clasped my hands together.

“What time are you and your family coming round tomorrow for Christmas?” Stiles asked me with his hands in his pockets. “Um- quite early I think around twelve” “perfect, I promise this Christmas will be better than last years there won’t be any fires this time” stiles laughed leading me towards the car park.

“Well it was entertaining watching your dad try and work the fire extinguisher” I held my stomach remembering. “What about when we were ten and your sister smashed your kitchen window trying to throw you a fork” stiles sniggered “oh my mum was so angry”. I stopped in front of my car looking up at him. “It really wouldn’t be Christmas with out you y/n” he hugged me tightly.

“Considering we’ve spent Christmas together since before we could walk- it really wouldn’t be the same with out you either sti” “thanks for all your help y/n” he pulled away fluffing my hair out. “So will your mystery girl- be coming tomorrow?” I wondered holding my breath for the answer. “Yes, she will be” he twinkled, I solemnly nodded “cant- wait to um meet her” I wiggled my eye brows. “I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” stiles patted my arm before walking through the snow to his famous jeep.

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Christmas Day

*knock knock*

“HEY! Oh my god merry Christmas!” Stiles dad smiled opening the door welcoming us in. My mum and dad and two sister walked into the house singing Christmas songs and greeting the rest of stiles family. I walked in last with a bright smile. “Hey Noah thanks for having us this year” I hugged him “oh y/n Christmas isn’t Christmas with out the y/l/n’s here” “me and stiles said the same thing yesterday” I laughed softly while he closed the door.

“He’s in his room if you want to go up” Noah nodded in the direction of the stairs. “Thanks” I beamed making my way up to my best friend. I knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Yes come in” he laughed though it was too late. “H-hey” I stood awkwardly as stiles stood with his top in his arms. “Merry Christmas” he smiled softly “yes- yes merry Christmas” “what did you ask Santa for” stiles joked throwing on his top.

My heart beat slowed down now. “I asked him for… this Christmas to be just as entertaining as all the rest of ours” I jumped onto his bed laying down. “You look lovely anyway” he winked at me “not too bad your self stilinski” “so when’s the lucky girl arriving” i propped myself on my elbow. But again stiles just tapped his nose. “Sti Why are you being so weird about this? You tell me everything”

“because I value your opinion y/n- your the most important person to me so I need to- handle this right”. I was quite shocked that that’s what stiles came out with but- it was kind of nice. “Stiles! Y/n! We’re opening presents!” My mother yelled up to us. “We’re being summoned” he laughed picking up his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He put his arm out for me “m lady” “your such a joker” i sniggered shaking my head and walking past him.

Me and stiles had seats saved for us on the sofa. Everything went so fast wrapping paper flew everywhere. Laughter and chatter filled the air with everyone in the room loving Christmas together. Eventually all the younger kids went to play with there toys and all the adults went to talk in the kitchen about how drunk they plan on getting. Me and stiles stayed sitting on the couch.

“That was eventful” he laughed falling backwards getting comfortable. “Yeah but it’s not enough for me, something always goes funnily wrong, I need the entertainment” I widened my eyes with a grin. “Well I can’t say I disagree with you” he rubbed my knee. “Uh- your girl missed the presents, I wanted to her reaction”. Stiles laughed shaking his head “well technically all the presents haven’t been opened yet” stiles rolled his head over to look at me.

I pinched my eyebrows together and he jumped up and reached into the Christmas tree. “This is for you” he gave me a little present wrapped in sliver paper. “Sti are you serious- we made a pact when we were twelve that we wouldn’t buy each other presents” I sighed melting into the sofa. “Exactly we were twelve y/n” he laughed sitting down next to me. “Will you just open it” “if you promise me this is a one time thing because I feel so awful right now”

“One times thing” he put his hands up laughing. I sighed again but with a little smile now. I peeled open the neatly suck tape and out came a box. It was so pretty but when i opened up the lid my eyes expanded. “No- sti you gave me the wrong one” I shook my head but he was staring into my eyes. “No- y/n I didn’t” he admitted sitting up now.

“I don’t- understand you said there was a girl coming and that- you wanted to ask her out you can’t give this to me” I shook my head “you are the girl y/n” stiles started playing with his fingers. I didn’t know what to say to him. I was so confused and excited at the same time. “Y/n- say something” stiles half laughed. “So I’m the girl- you want to ask out?” I looked into his hypnotising brown eyes with a grin. Stiles nodded slowly. “Ask me out then”.

Stiles laughed, I couldn’t turn away from the boy. “Well, y/n y/l/n I happened to have fallen in love with my best friend and I’m really hoping I haven’t ruined anything with you by hoping that you- feel what I feel too” “I do” I blurted out jumping into a hug. “Fucking hell I thought you were in love with some random girl and you were bringing her round for Christmas” I pushed him gently pulling away. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” stiles laughed his head off but grabbed onto my waist.

“I apologise, I am sorry but- your the only girl I’ve ever wanted” “I can’t believe you planned this whole thing I- your just- I’m in love with you too sti I have been for years” “i know how you feel I do” he smiled rubbing my hand. “I also planned this” stiles giggled pointing upwards to a Christmas mistletoe. “fuck it- I’ve wanted to do this for so long” I pulled our faces together. I could have sworn I heard fireworks go off in the background. The spark me and stiles had was so strong.

I really did love this boy and I wanted to bawl my eyes out when he told me there was another girl. But to find out all this planning was all for me made me feel so special. “Stiles! Y/n- Noah left his gun and your father y/n has just shot it through a window shattered it and then shattered Noah’s car windscreen” my mother came in laughing her head off. Just as she was rambling she caught us kissing.

“Are you two- are you- was that what I think it was?” She stuttered smiling a wide smile. “We uh…” I trailed off with a smirk of my own. “Yeah we have something to tell you” stiles nodded with a little shrug. “And- everyone else” I added in sliding the ring on my left hand. My mother just continued smiling while bobbling her head at us holding hands.

“Guys! It finally happened” she yelled out into the house walking away.

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@flufftober Spring Edition Days 11 & 12: Enjoying the Fresh Air & Claiming, Clingy, Possessive

Note: Combining the two days and prompts because Steddie taking Joanie to the park turned into Eddie being clingy.

wc: 581 | Rated: T for Canon-Typical Swearing | cw: Mention of Eddie being bullied in the past (not by Steve!!!)

Tags: Eddie Munson is a Clingy Menace, Park/Playground, Winter Morning, Light-Hearted Bickering

'Eddie Munson vs. The Neighbourhood Park'

Steve breathes in the crisp but nonetheless refreshing wintery air as he and Eddie step through the wide gates of their local playground. A vast park area that looks surprisingly green despite the incoming Chicago winter.

The place is bustling, clearly the place for young families to be on a Sunday morning. Steve smiles, glad he convinced Eddie that they needed some time outside and that today was as good a time as ever to take Joanie on her first trip to the neighbourhood park.

At least he thinks it is a good idea until Eddie comes to a screeching halt beside him.

“S-Stevie,” he stutters, “I don’t know about this.”

Having insisted on carrying Joanie despite Steve wheeling along the stroller – a hand-me-down from Claudia, who inexplicably kept all of Dustin’s baby clothes, carriers and general accessories – Eddie holds their daughter impossibly close to his chest, shielding her as he scowls out at the park occupants.

“Eds, we need the fresh air,” Steve chuckles, “We can’t stay in the apartment forever.”

“Yes, we can,” Eddie argues matter-of-factly, refusing to take another step.

“Come on! You never had fun at the park as a kid?” Steve asks, frowning, “My Mom took me all the time. The park is where I met Tommy!”

“Exactly,” Eddie spits as Joanie looks at their surroundings with great curiosity, her pink pom-pom beanie giving her head some extra bobble, “You met an asshole like Tommy H. at the park. And yes, I went to the stupid park as a kid. I got pushed off the swing by Heather Hollaway and I almost broke my arm and Wayne never made me go again.”

Made?

Steve rolls his eyes.

A kid waddles along between them, looking entirely non-threatening in a gigantic red puffer jacket as he concentrates more on keeping upright than terrorising anybody.

But Eddie glares at the kid and takes a step back. Then another and Steve soon realises that his partner is backing away from the park.

“What are you doing!” he calls before violently ripping the empty stroller around so he can charge after him.

“I-I think we should go home,” Eddie begins, shaking his head as his eyes dart around the park, “Munchkin looks sleepy. Besides, it’s too cold… And what if she gets hungry? I-I think she might be getting a little stinky too.”

He takes an exaggerated sniff and makes a garbled, pee-ew sound.

Steve places a hand on his hip in defiance, aware that their daughter is perfectly a-okay (and equipped with a clean diaper).

Plus, they packed up half the house into the bag he is currently struggling to keep slung over his shoulder.

He looks around, searching for a solution when he spots a completely vacant tree to the side of the park, not a puffer jacket-wearing gremlin in sight.

“How about we sit over there to start with, hmm?” he points, aware he sounds more than a little desperate now.

Eddie stops a few paces outside the park’s perimeter and Joanie begins to squirm, fussing as she reaches out a mittens-covered grabby hand in the direction of the swing set.

Steve remains quiet as Eddie surveys the suggested spot with great caution, his tensed frame relaxing when he finally looks down at their daughter’s smiling face.

“... That might be okay,” Eddie hesitates after a long moment, “But if Joanie Bear doesn’t like it, we are hauling ass back home.”

“Fine by me,” Steve beams.

#this was going to be longer (and it's possibly late) but... I've had writer's block for a couple of days #fluffspring2024 #day 11 #day 12 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #steddie as girl-dads

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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first frost | robert bob floyd x reader

disclaimer: this is my first time writing the sweetest human alive, please go easy on me🥺 it’s also short, just to see if I could even do him justice. I’ve wanted to write for Bob for a while now but I’ve been a bit nervous because he’s just too good for this world. I hope you’ll find it sweet<3 please let me know if it’s out of character, I’d love pointers on how to best encapsulate this sweetheart whom I love so much!

warnings; none really, fluffy, sweet bob, no use of y/n, gender neutral reader, using of pet names

description: You’ve finally managed to drag Robert to your home town, in the middle of November. Bob, who’s been in San Diego and Lemoore for quite some time now, gets to borrow a cute knit cap.

Giggling, you covered your mouth with your hand. Bob looked absolutely adorable wearing your old hand knit pom beanie, ear flaps and braided tassels included. It was a very traditional ‘ugly’ but still cute hat, with all the colors of the rainbow making a particular pattern. The pattern was traditional for where you were from, and it made your heart skip a beat seeing Bob wearing it with pride. Any time you’d made any other friend or partner try to wear it, they’d always refused. Not Bob though, he’d lit up at the chance to warm his ears in the November chill.

“Bobby, you look so adorable I don’t know how to get through the rest of the walk when you look like this,” you stepped closer to him, your breath turning into thick fog in the frosty air. The warmth of your breath seemed to swirl between the two of you, before it settled on Bob’s glasses, fogging them up. Your boyfriend wore a goofy grin as he looked at you through fogged lenses, the tip of his nose and cheeks turning pink - from the cold or embarrassment you couldn’t tell.

“Are you going to show me around, honey? I can’t wait to see where you grew up,” Bob continued softly, his ocean eyes glimmering with adoration as he cradled your cheek. The soft fabric of his mitten soothed you, and you smiled as you nodded at him. It had been a miracle that Bob had gotten enough time off work to come with you to your home town. You had arrived earlier that afternoon, and you really wanted to take him on a walk around the neighbourhood, where you would see your old school, and the streets you frequented as a child and teen. Grabbing ahold of his hand, the two of you strolled slowly through the streets, stopping as you pointed out different spots and the stories behind them.

Bob smiled at your enthusiasm, letting you speak excitedly about happy memories. As you crossed a grassy lawn, the grass crunched under the soles of your feet.

“Wow, look at all the frost, baby!” the blonde said, taking in how pretty everything looked as it twinkled and glittered in the moon and starlight. You were busy staring at the black starry sky, being all too familiar with the frosty grass beneath your feet. Watching your warm breath turn in to a cold fog that swirled it’s way upwards, you couldn’t help but smile at the beauty of it all. You were at home, and your Robby was with you. You felt so completely at ease, so full of love and safety it almost made you tear up.

There was something about the first frost that made everything fall silent, it felt as if the whole world had stopped spinning and there was only you, you and Bob in the frosty park, a dim light illuminating the both of you in the form of an old street light that cast a golden glow, along with the cool light from the full moon and the twinkle of the stars. Every breath you exhaled sounded loud, and you loved how serene the cold made you feel.

“Are you okay, honey?” Bob spoke softly, coming up beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist. You nodded, averting your gaze from the stars to smile at him “I’m so happy you’re here with me, you make me feel so safe and loved,” you confessed in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the comforting silence that the night brought, and Bob beamed back at you, embracing you close to his chest.

“I’m honored to be here, my love,” he murmured against your own knitted hat, his lips kissing your forehead lightly before he looked at you.

“Do you want to head home to make tea?” You murmured softly, feeling your cheeks growing colder by the second as night fell and the temperature dropped lower. Bob nodded eagerly, staying silent for a beat before asking “is there any chance for a guy to charm his way in to a cup of hot chocolate?”

“With a hat like that? You’ll even get whipped cream and mini marshmallows. As many as you want,” you smiled, kissing his lips sweetly as the two of you made your way back to your home.

#robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fluff

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venusthepirate · 1 year

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like any unloved thing part three : weed and early nights

ao3 / part one / part two

Masterlist : @avocado-writing @little-sunflower-bug @evangelineflowers @humbug5 @yume904 @chloeforde @sarcastic-sourwolf

Hi ! I am so sorry for the late update, college has been kicking my ass :( but here we go !! I hope you’ll like this chapter ^^ please if you could reblog or comment it would mean the world ! I think Tumblr ate this post :(

Fawn steps inside the restaurant, relieved at the way the chill of the outside is suddenly cut short by the door closing behind her. She sighs, enjoying the warmth seeping into her skin. Her fingers feel frozen, even despite the mittens she put on before going out.

A waiter greets her courteously. She tells him she’s joining a friend, and gives him the name for the reservation.

It’s a fancy restaurant, but not too fancy. The kind normal people will go to when they want to treat themselves without spending all their savings on the meal, where, typically, Fawn doesn’t feel underdressed with her simple attire. It was too cold outside for her to be able to put anything on than blue jeans and a white turtleneck. Her long black coat does fancy it up a bit, though.

The waiter leads her to her table. Her friend/colleague Violet is already seated. She smiles widely when she sees Fawn stop in front of her, rising to kiss her on the cheek.

“Hi”, Fawn says, softly, detaching herself from her embrace. She pulls off her grey beanie, and then her coat, draping them on her chair, and sits down in front of Violet.

“How are you, baby ?” Violet asks, sipping on a glass of red wine. She looks sheepish, then. “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind, I ordered wine without you.” She raises a hand to catch the waiter’s attention.

“Oh, I’ll take the same thing, please”, Fawn tells him.

“It’s been a long time since we went out for a meal”, Violet continues. “Or drinks. Or shopping. Or anything, really. You’re always busy. Found some new friends ?”

Fawn’s traitorous thoughts take her almost immediately to Tangerine, but she shakes her head to disperse them. The truth is, Fawn’s days simply alternates between working at the café, clients, and going home to curl up under the comforter to scroll on her phone. Nothing very exciting or scandalous as Violet may think.

“Just the winter, you know ?” She offers to her. “Gets me a bit down. I’m hibernating.”

Violet snorts.

“You know, the cold isn’t a reason to isolate yourself ? Aren’t people supposed to stick together, share warmth ?”

Fawn smiles, twirling her glass and taking a sip. “Maybe.”

They order their meals, make small talk, talking of everything and anything. It’s only when their plates are deposited in front of them that Violet finally addresses the reason why they’re both here.

“So, who hired you ?” She asks.

“Kenneth Hall”, Fawn replies, dipping a piece of carrot in the sauce. “He’s hired me before. Only escort jobs, though. What about you ?”

Two days earlier, Fawn had received a call from her handler, telling her one of her clients had booked her for a night. A gala, apparently, for Christmas’ Eve. She had been told Violet too had been hired, by another man, for the same event.

“William something”, Violet tells her, while she twirls pasta around her fork. “Never worked with him, and I asked around, and I don’t think the other girls know him.”

Fawn frowns. “Is it for an escort job too ?”

“Yeah, I only take those these days.” She smiles, then, leaning towards her as if she’s about to spill a terrible secret. “I found myself a boyfriend.”

Fawn arches her eyebrows, surprised.

“Oh, wow. I mean, congratulations. It must be serious, if you’re only doing escort jobs.”

“Yeah, he’s very sweet, you know”, Violet continues. There’s some sort of dreamy expression on her face, like she’s reminiscing herself of him. “But what about you ? How long has it been since your ex-girlfriend ?”

Fawn washes the bitterness in her throat with a mouthful of wine. The ex-girlfriend was… well. It didn’t last, did it.

“Four years”, she murmurs. “And no, I’m not dating anybody right now.”

Violet makes a disappointed moue, pressing her chin against the palm of her hand as she looks at Fawn with some kind of puppy eyes expression.

“Why not ?”

She shrugs, trying to act like she isn’t bothered. She is, though. She doesn’t like to talk about things like relationships and such. She’s crossed those off her list long ago.

“Too much of a hassle”, she replies, twirling her glass.

It really is. She knows of other girls who do it and manage to find the perfect balance between their work and the relationship, but Fawn has never been able to. It’s difficult, too, because it mostly goes against any expectation people have of a conventional relationship. Most people expect her to drop this job, others will try to “save” her, whatever that means. There are also cases of jealousy, and well. It just seems like a lost battle.

Violet eyes her critically.

“It’s not good for you to completely, you know”, she says, waving a hand in front of her, “close yourself.”

“I’m not”, Fawn protests, but it sounds a bit empty, even to her own ears. She shakes her head. “Look, you don’t need to worry about me. I am perfectly fine.”

Violet doesn’t look exactly convinced, but she doesn’t press the issue.

“I’m glad you’ll be at this gala too”, she says, changing the subject. “That way, we can look after each other.”

Fawn smiles at her, feeling oddly touched by her words. Violet is right, though. In their line of work, it is important to have someone to rely onto, someone who knows where you are, in case something happens.

“Me too. Though, to be honest, my client is more like a huge sort of… rich teddy bear. With sweaty palms. But he’s harmless.”

Violet snorts, looking disgusted at the mention of sweaty palms.

“Also, it’s good I won’t be alone to bear those pompous rich assholes”, she adds, and Fawn heartfully agrees with her.

A gala means good alcohol, and good food. It also means making awkward small talk with snobbish people, shaking hands with creepy old men and being scrutinized for every little mistake.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in a blur. Violet insists they go shopping for the night in question, even if the gala is three weeks away. Apparently, her client sent her money to buy herself a dress, and Violet insists the money is enough to buy Fawn’s one too.

So Fawn lets herself be guided into expensive clothing shops, where the sellers busy themselves with finding the right fabric and the right color. She chooses after a short while a long dress in a dark brown. However, Violet isn’t so quick to make her decision, and she seems to have an infinite amount of energy, trying on shoes and dress after dress. Fawn eventually has to admit defeat and just collapses in one of the comfy leather chairs inside the shop, watching as her friend tries on yet another piece of clothing.

Eventually she finally settles on a long, deep purple dress. Fawn can’t help but smile. It fits her. Besides, Violet has always aimed for clothes that match her names.

When Fawn finally gets home in the evening, she is exhausted. Her back feels sore from having to stand up for so long, her feet hurt and she can feel the beginning of a migraine creeping in on her.

She’s relaxing in a warm bath, planning on maybe smoking some weed and calling it an early night, when her phone rings.

She frowns, leaning outside and reaching out blindly until her fingers finally close around the device where she had dropped it on a pile of her clothes. She fails to swipe the screen a few times, her thumb too slippery, before she finally manages to accept the call.

“Yes ?”

“Your client Tangerine asks if you’re available for the night”, her handler tells her.

Tangerine.

Shit, this is really the worse moment.

She’s never refused, though, but right now, her limbs still sore and her head feeling like it’s wrapped in cotton, she really doesn’t feel like leaving the warmth of her apartment.

“I’m sorry, tell him I can’t tonight”, she says. “Tell him I’m available tomorrow, but tonight is going to be difficult.”

She hangs up after that, dropping the phone back on the pile of clothes and trying to relax again in her bath. She lets herself sink deeper into the water, until it covers her shoulders and only her head is out. She closes her eyes, breathes in deeply.

She’s surprised, then, when her phone rings again. She thinks she is imagining it, at first, but then it rings a second time. She sits up in the tub, swiping her phone back up.

She frowns. She doesn’t recognize the number.

She accepts the call, bringing the phone up against her ear.

“Hello ?”

“Hey”.

Fawn recognizes his voice instantly. She wrenches her phone away from her ear, incredulous, checking the number again. When it’s clear that she’s not having some kind of fever dream, she brings the phone back against her ear.

“How the fuck did you get my phone number ?” She demands, heart beating loudly against her chest. She grips the edge of the tub in her panic. What the fuck, what the fuck.

“Are you alright ?” Tangerine asks, ignoring her question. Anger starts to settle in, replacing the surprise and fear quickly.

“Al- Why wouldn’t I be alright ?”

He suddenly sounds less sure of himself.

“You… You didn’t fuckin’ take my offer for tonight”, he says. “You’ve never said no before, so…”

“Yeah, because I’m exhausted, not because I’m… Dead, or whatever”, she retorts, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Oh”, he simply lets out. “And it’s not because of, y’know, last time ?”

Meaning the time when he got drunk out of his mind and begged her not to leave. She does him the curtesy of not spelling it aloud.

“No”, she reassures him, even if she is a bit pissed off about him using her phone number, whatever way he managed to obtain it. “I’m just tired, alright ?”

“Right”, Tangerine says. He stays silent for a moment. “Look, I’m only here for the night, and I’d really like to see you, love.” Fawn opens her mouth to protest, but he cuts in before she can speak. “I’ll pay you as much as last time.”

She sighs, but she can already feel her resolve fading.

“I’m exhausted, Tangerine”, she argues. It doesn’t sound very convincing, even to her own ears.

“You won’t have to do anything”, he insists. “I’ll still pay you, alright ?”

“I was planning on smoking weed and falling asleep.”

“Well, you can do that at the hotel, can’t you ?”

Fawn guessed she could.

“ And you’re gonna pay me to do that ?”

He snorts. “Yeah, I’ll fuckin’ pay you do that.”

“Alright, it’s your money, I guess.”

“I’ll be at the hotel in, say, one hour, if you head there before me, you can just order room service or anything you’d like”, he tells her. “Or I can pick you up, if you want.”

“I’m not giving you my home address, Tangerine.”

He chuckles, amused. “Fair enough. I’ll see you in an hour, then.”

He hangs up, and Fawn is left sitting in the now cold water of her bath, holding a phone in her hand. Well. So much for trying to deny him for once. Boundaries, and whatnot.

Half an hour later she’s standing in front of the hotel. This time she didn’t even bother at all with the way she dressed, opting for the warmest and comfiest clothes she could get her hands on. The sweater she’s chosen is big, the sleeves completely swallowing her hands, and the hem of it falling down mid-thighs. She wonders, amused, what people would think if they saw her next to Tangerine, who she’s never seen leave the hotel in less than tailored, expensive suits.

He isn’t in the room when she goes up, just like he told her, so she makes the most of his offer, and orders herself a chocolate dessert from the room service. She takes the plate with her in the bed, and relishes in the soft mattress while eating.

She really loves chocolate.

She decides that she might as well start smoking now. She takes the spliff that she had packed into her bag before leaving her apartment earlier, and lights it. She sucks the smoke in, holding it for a moment in her lungs, before slowly exhaling, watching tendrils twirl in the air as she does so. Fuck, that feels good.

She relaxes back against the cushions, the taste of weed and chocolate heavy on her tongue. After a while, she feels like all tension just left her body, like her limbs have turned into jelly or something.

She realizes that she would have never done this with any of her other clients. It’s too late now to start second-guessing herself or panicking, though. She trusts him. Maybe she shouldn’t.

She hears the sound of the door opening, and Tangerine steps inside the bedroom a few seconds later. He’s still wearing one of his suits, but she can see that there are wrinkles here and there, and his hair has started reversing back to its natural curls.

“Started without me, did you ?” He asked, loosening the tie around his throat.

“Didn’t realize you intended for me to share”, she replies. Her tongue feels cottony in her mouth. She closes her eyes.

Tangerine collapses down on the bed next to her with a sigh, face down against the mattress. She snorts. He’s always been somewhat dramatic. She curls a hand inside his hair, lightly scratching against his skull. Tension seems to bleed out of his body from this mere touch.

“Rough day at work ?” She asks. She doesn’t even know what he does for a living.

“Yeah, more like a fuckin’ week”, Tangerine says, groaning and he rolls onto his back.

Fawn extends the hand holding the spliff towards him, waving it a bit in front of his face. She feels pleasantly warm.

“Want some ?” She asks.

“Why, yes, thank you so much”, he replies, sarcastic, but he does raise a hand to take the spliff from her. Their fingers brush against each other, maybe a bit longer than normal, but Fawn is too high to try looking into it more deeply.

He puffs it, and then immediately dissolves into coughs. Fawn grins.

“Jesus”, Tangerine says, voice choked up as he struggles to catch his breath. “That shit is strong, how the fuck can you smoke it ?”

“Aww, not used to smoking weed, are you ? Can’t handle it ?”

“No, I don’t, actually”, Tangerine retorts, passing her the spliff back, wiping at his eyes. “So, what, you won’t accept drunk clients, but you’ll smoke weed with them ?”

“I don’t smoke weed with all my clients.”

He looks up at her then, blue eyes seemingly searching her face for something. She takes a drag from the joint, holding his gaze. He arches an eyebrow.

“What, am I a fucking special case or something ?”

“Maybe you are”, Fawn answers, without really thinking about it.

He doesn’t answer for a while, like he’s deep in his thoughts. She continues to gently caress his hair. The curls feel so soft and his skin so warm underneath her fingers. Maybe she ought to feel overheated, in her chunky sweater, but she just feels pleasantly drowsy, lightheaded from the weed, but content.

He raises a hand eventually to ask for the spliff.

“Pucker up”, she tells him. He frowns, but does as she asked. He looks a bit ridiculous like this, and she can’t help the large grin that breaks out of her face. Jesus, she hadn’t realized weed made her act this silly.

She pops the spliff between his lips. He almost splutters in his surprise, but manages to puff it without actually hacking off his lungs.

“Good job”, she says, unable to resist, and patting his head lightly.

He glares at her in answer (it’s not exactly convincing) and blows the smoke into her face. She laughs a bit, taking the spliff back.

“Wait, are you really going to take the last fucking…” Tangerine tries to protest, rising a bit on his elbows.

Fawn arches an eyebrow, taking the last drag, but holds the smoke in her lungs. She scoots a bit closer to him, and taps a finger at his bottom lip. He seems a bit clueless, confused. Still, he opens his mouth all the same.

She doesn’t really know what suddenly comes over her, but she leans in, and blows the smoke inside his mouth. He sucks in sharp breath, staring at her with lidded eyes. She leans a bit closer. She doesn’t know who closes the few final inches separating them.

But then, they’re kissing.

His mouth is hot against hers, his lips soft and wet. He tastes like weed and coffee. She parts her lips, licking lightly at his bottom lip, and then she feels his tongue against hers.

Fuck, it’s been a while since she’s been kissed like this. Just kissed, just for the sake of it.

It might be the best kiss she’s gotten in months. Maybe years.

She cups his cheek, tilting her head for a better angle, and he hums against her, tongue sliding in deeper, rolling against her own. Fuck.

Her other hand, that had already been in his hair, pulls a bit at his curls.

Suddenly, he wrenches himself away from her, standing hastily from the bed. There is… some sort of panic in his eyes, his curls completely messed up on his head, his lips swollen.

“Fuck”, he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes, raking a hand through them. His chest is heaving. Fawn is completely lost. What is happening ? “Fuck”, he repeats, louder.

He doesn’t even look at her, storming out of the room. She hears the entrance door slam closed a few seconds later.

She stays rooted where she is, still sitting on the bed. Alone.

She feels like she just brutally fell of her high. The warmth that had been infused in the room mere minutes earlier seems to have completely disappeared. She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. She doesn’t dare move.

What the fuck ?

She… Doesn’t understand.

They were kissing. Alright, she had kissed him first, yes, but he had kissed her back. He could have simply said no, if he didn’t want to. She wouldn’t have felt offended.

Fuck, the bastard just… Fucking left. She feels gutted, for some reason. Like someone just tore open her chest and left a gaping hole behind, not bothering to close it back. The loneliness creeps in, all at once. She is surrounded by it, sitting alone in a huge hotel room.

He couldn’t just… Leave. He was going to come back, right ?

He hadn’t even paid her.

Fawn swallows around the lump in her throat. Fuck. She’s not going to cry. Not for a man. Not for a fucking client, of all things. She’s long past that.

Okay, so maybe she had thought Tangerine was a bit different than the rest. But he is still a client.

She blinks furiously against the tears threatening to spill out. She feels cold. Humiliated.

Fuck, this really is humiliating.

Her mind keeps jumping to all sorts of possible explanation, each one worse than the other.

A small part of her keeps foolishly hoping that he’s going to come back. He’s going to come back. He just… has too. She had stayed, when he had asked her. Even though he had been drunk. She had stayed because he had asked.

She waits three hours, until she finally decides to go home. Confusion and sadness have long morphed into anger, and a deep feeling of emptiness.

She curls up in her own bed, back in her small apartment. She feels completely pathetic. For allowing this happen. For allowing herself to hope for a fucking client to be at least decent. For allowing him to put her in this situation. She shouldn’t have accepted his offer.

She just wasted a night of sleep, and she didn’t even get paid for it. And now, here she is, alone back in her apartment. Just… Alone.

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My Favourite Cry Baby

Synopsis: One where Harry comforts YN after a breakdown

Masterlist | Part two of New Student

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," she nodded.

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

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

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

"You have a car?" She asked.

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

"Okay," she nodded, "Harry?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're not," she assured him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She obliged leaning forwards she let him peck her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That was rude," Harry said to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm," YN nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry?" She called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're feeling good?" He asked.

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

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

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

"Yeah," she sniffled pulling away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isabelle gasped, "when?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Isabelle asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What just happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, is she overreacting?

She probably is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," she nodded.

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

"Mhmm."

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

"I promise." She mumbled.

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

"Okay," she nodded in assurance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One more thing," she hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll text him," Harry nodded.

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

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

N O T E :

1. Omg I love writing them so much! I just want to keep writing and writing about these two. 😭

2. If you liked it please leave a vote and tell me what your favourite part was in this Oneshot.

3. If you have requests for these two li'l cuties or any other troops please do not hesitate to ask. I am taking requests.

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fawnandshadows · 1 year

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Christmas Tree Farm

Word Count: 2k

AO3

Warnings: Language

Pairings: three brothers x three sisters, Elriel centric

MERRY, MERRY, MERYY Christmas to my beloved @nikethestatue . Thank you so much for your friendship this past year, and I hope you enjoy you gift 🥹🫶🏻

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Elain asked, her nose scrunched as she looked at the three men tying a tree to the top of Azriel’s truck.

“No,” Nesta answered for them, in a voice as cold as the early December air. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her puffy coat, and Elain could see her sister shivering beneath the layers she piled on. “They don’t.”

“Nessy, baby,” Cassian said in a strained voice, his neck crooked as he tried to avoid a spindly branch as he fastened a knot. “You know your attitude gives me a hard on, but I can’t flirt right now.”

They collectively gagged, all five of them who weren’t named Nesta. She simply smiled while the rest of them tried to ignore all mentions of Cassian’s penis.

“Weird you get turned on by the Loch Ness Monster.” Rhys said from the opposite side of the truck, and from the way the tree jostled Elain could tell he was trying to tighten his side of the chords.

Elain could feel Nesta’s self-control slowly snapping like a rope being pulled in two directions until nothing but a small thread existed. She scrambled for a way to break the tension, knowing the animosity between her sister and Rhysand had been growing this holiday season.

Ever since Rhys proposed to Feyre, their youngest sister. Elain was happy when Feyre showed her the dazzling sapphire on her finger, but Nesta was furious. She started lecturing Feyre on how they had only been dating a year and that at 20 there was still so much left for her to experience. Elain winced when Nesta mentioned she couldn’t even drink at her bachelorette party.

Nesta and Rhys had never gotten along, but the more Feyre created her own life with Rhysand, the more desperately Nesta tried to hang on to her sister. Afraid she was creating a life without her. And Rhys…as much as Elain loved him…was an ass to Nesta — he knew exactly what words to say to push her over the edge, but Cassian was always there to comfort her. Nesta never ceased to remind him that he was five years older than Feyre, and Rhys always reminded her that she needed Feyre more than Feyre needed her.

Elain opened her mouth to ask if they needed any help, but the sound of snow crunching under boots and Feyre’s sweet voice saved her from salvaging the situation.

“How’s it going?” Feyre asked, carrying a red plastic tray with styrofoam to-go mugs of steaming cider balancing on it.

Rhysand immediately let go of his side of the chord, slackening the rope and inadvertently causing Cassian to stumble, and he rushed to his fiancé’s side to take the tray from her hands.

“I got it, love.” Rhys said as he leaned down to kiss Feyre, whose cheeks were red from more than just the cold.

“Thank you,” Feyre said, taking one of the cups off of the tray and bringing it to her lips. Her golden brown hair long and straight underneath her purple beanie. She gazed up at her fiancé with so much love Elain felt like she should be looking away, the same type of feeling you get when you look at the sun for too long. “I thought this would warm us up.”

Elain reached for one, sending her sister a thankful smile and hugging the styrofoam cup between her mittened hands. She blew gently over the opening, her lips puckered as her eyes drifted to the tall man that walked up behind her.

Azriel leaned forward to grasp one of the ciders, leaning much too close to Elain. His scent of cedar completely enveloping her and causing her mind to muddle. Which wasn’t how she should be feeling, especially considering she had a boyfriend who already was probably already freaking out because she wasn’t answering his texts. The spotty service at the Christmas Tree Farm refused to push her texts through, but had no trouble accepting them.

Graysen was already worried about her and Azriel living together…and Elain only partly understood it. Azriel was absurdly beautiful, and to say otherwise would be a lie. But it wasn’t as if they lived alone together, her sisters and his brothers lived with them. All six of them living together in Rhysands townhouse in the center of the city. Graysen had been hounding her to move in with him, but Elain wasn’t ready to leave her family just yet. She just wished Graysen would believe her, but he was constantly plaguing her with texts:

Is Azriel with you?

Are you home?

Send pics.

Elain made the mistake of sending him a pic of family game night, scrabble tiles splayed on the table and half full glasses of wine. Feyre, drowning in one of her fiancé’s cream sweaters, was smiling brightly since Rhysand had his arm slung over her shoulder with his cheek pressed into hers. Nesta was hiding a smile and fake glaring at Cassian, who held a strand of her hair smushed between his upper lip and nose like a mustache. And Azriel was smiling politely at the camera, one hand placed on Elain’s thigh, and Elain had her head tilted close to his just to make sure everyone could fit into the frame. She had forgotten that she was in Azriel’s Steelers sweatshirt, not thinking twice about the way Azriel was touching her.

Elain, apparently, looked too happy in the picture.

Graysen didn’t even respond. He simply drove to her house and banged on the door — it all happened so fast that Elain could barely remember what he said. She just remembered grabbing his arm and pleading with him to stop yelling at Azriel. The only word that Elain heard him say clearly was slut which caused Azriel to slug Graysen in the jaw. Cassian rushed to hold his brother back, though Elain could tell he wanted nothing more than to lay in on Graysen himself, and it was only Elain’s tear-stained face that stopped him.

Ever since then Graysen dropped in periodically, but he would be met with nothing but glares from her family and Elain’s tentative smile. Nothing explosive has happened since that one night, but Elain was always careful not to set him off.

Her phone pinged, drawing her out of her memories, and Elain looked to see a message from:

??????

She tried to respond, but the green text bubble just mocked her. With a sigh she shoved the phone back in her pocket and adjusted her mittens.

“Everything ok?” Azriel asked with a pulled brow, standing close enough to her that the others couldn’t hear.

The cold had turned his cheeks red with a flush, and his leather jacket was zipped all the way up with his cobalt scarf tucked into it. The scarf Elain had knitted for him last year — she made one for everyone in her family, but Azriel wore it more often than anyone else. So she knitted him matching mittens and a hat, one that would keep his ears warm and had a little pom on top, for his gift this year.

Elain even stitched in a little gnome design, knowing how much he enjoyed them around Christmas. She had a gnome statue that Azriel adored, and this year she got the little guy two more gnome buddies so he wouldn’t be lonely.

“Just trying to text Graysen, but the messages won’t go through.” Elain replied with a tense smile, wanting to quash the agitation she saw in Azriel’s features.

“He didn’t want to come?”

“I didn’t invite him,” Elain admitted, chewing on her lip and shifting on her feet. “It’s a family event. Getting a tree for our home.”

“You’re happier without him,” Azriel said bluntly, his knuckles turning white around his cider. Elain opened her mouth to defend her relationship, but Azriel kept going. “Don’t lie to me,” his hazel eyes burned as he gazed down at her. “You don’t smile when he’s around. Which is a shame,” Her breath turned to icicles in her lungs. His chilled hand came up to caress her jaw, his thumb dusting over her lips. “You have a beautiful smile, Elain. The world should see it more.”

Azriel quickly dropped his hand and the cold air stung her cheek.

“We just have to tighten the knots,” Cassian said in a booming voice, one arm over Nesta’s shoulder as she huddled into his warmth, burrowing into his red plaid coat. “And then we’re good to go,” He brought one hand up to take a sip of his cider. Nesta mumbled into his chest. “What’s that Nes?”

Nesta pulled her head back long enough to say, “You better not have picked a tree with a spider's nest.” before pressing her face back into his chest.

“But I heard they’re your favorite breakfast? Right after the hearts of innocence.” Rhysand said, pathetically shrugging at Feyre’s stern look.

Nesta pulled her head back to retort, but Cassian capture her lips in a heated kiss to distract her.

“Ignore him, Nes, he’s just sad the flurries are messing up his hair.”

“I’m wearing a hat, dick.” Rhysand said, but he sent a questioning look to Feyre anyway.

“You look handsome,” Feyre said, raising to her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “Very sexy.” Rhysand relaxed a bit at her words.

“Are you cold?” Azriel asked, his expression worried.

“A bit.” Elain admitted, taking another sip.

She watched as Azriel unzipped his jacket and opened his arms. For a second she bit her lip in hesitation, but a gust of wind blew some powdery snow into her face and Elain took shelter in his embrace. One arm sliding underneath his jacket and behind his back. Her cheek pressed against his soft sweater.

“Cashmere?” Elain asked into his chest, ignoring the flutters she felt as Azriel wrapped his arms around her and tucked his chin on top of her head.

“Mmhm.” Azriel responded and Elain felt the vibrations through his chest.

“I’m going to break up with him,” Elain whispered, her eyes shut tight. “But I’m scared.”

His body stilled and tensed at the words.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Azriel asked in a dark, even voice.

“Please.”

Azriel opened his mouth to respond, but Feyre cleared her throat. Silently asking for everyone's attention.

Elain opened her eyes and stood on her tip toes to see her sister. Azriel pivoted slightly to accommodate her.

“We have an announcement,” Feyre said, smiling nervously. “We were going to wait, but it’s so pretty here—” she spread her arms wide and gestured to the array of green trees dusted in snow, and the twinkling lights hung around the Christmas tree farm.

“You’re pregnant,” Nesta said in a cold voice, her glare narrowing in on Rhysand. “That’s why you’re getting married.”

Rhysand rolled his eyes and was about to respond, but Feyre placed a hand on his chest.

“No,” Feyre said, and sent an imploring look to her sister, begging her to be nice. “We set a date for the wedding,” She peered up at Rhysand, who motioned for her to continue with a smile. “New Years Eve.”

“That’s less than a month away.” Nesta said, about to take a step forward, but Cassian huddled her closer to his chest.

“Of next year,” Feyre explained, her brilliant smile not dimming from her sister's frosty look. “We need time to plan the wedding of Rhysand’s dreams.”

“You deserve the best, Feyre Darling.” Rhys purred, kissing his fiancé’s cheek.

“It will be beautiful.” Elain said, her voice not faltering as all of their eyes turned her way and saw her wrapped in Azriel.

“Obviously,” Feyre continued, her smile growing. “I’m going to need bridesmaids.”

“And I’ll need groomsmen.” Rhys said, smiling over Feyre’s head.

“I always knew Rhysie would ask me to marry him one day.” Cassian whispered loudly into Nesta’s ear, causing everyone to chuckle.

Feyre raised a pointing, gloved hand at Cassian and said, “Stop flirting with my fiancé or I’ll start to get jealous.”

“I’m really enjoying this conversation and all,” Nesta said, her teeth chattering. “But maybe we could continue it in the car. On the way home. With my butt warmer on.”

Nesta and Feyre squeeze into the back of the truck, and Elain sat waiting in the front middle seat. Her unofficial assigned seat as the shortest member of their family, but spending an hour sitting next to Azriel made her feel warm on the inside, so she didn’t care about the fact that she was missing a butt warmer.

Soon enough the boys slid into the car and Elain found Azriel pressing into her side, his arm slung over the back of the bench seat.

Elain hesitated for a moment before laying her head on his shoulder. She could practically feel him grinning at the contact.

The radio came on with the car and a warm burst of air came through the vent. Her eyes fell shut and she felt herself drifting away to the sounds of her family bickering and Nat King Cole’s voice crooning through the speakers.

She shifted more into Azriel, her body relaxing as she let herself fall asleep.

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s “It's Always Been You” Collab | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

It had been a cold, chilly winter in Miyagi. The temperatures were almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed both of your mitten-covered hands together while blowing a warm breath in between them. While listening to calming music with your hands in your pockets, you walked along the sidewalk enjoying the snow. Suddenly, you paused along the tracks and took out your earphones, when you recognized a familiar face. One that you know all too well. While his familiar dark brown spiky hair was covered by a dark green beanie with dinosaurs on it, your gaze caught the man's olive-green irises. You took a step back in surprise, your breath caught in your throat, placing one hand on your chest as you realized who it was.

A soft smile spread across his face as he walked toward you. At that moment, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to conceal your flushed cheeks, with all the memories you two shared flashing through your mind. From making fun of his best friend, Tooru Oikawa, to pranking the pranksters of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to going out on different dates: for coffee, for movies, for volleyball matches, for karaoke. The way you used to text each other, passing around secret notes, exchanging love letters, having clandestine encounters in the corridors, everything. He was your first kiss, your first love, and the one to whom you chose to lose your virginity, and as they say, “you never forget your first love.” You also felt a tug on your chest as you remembered the day you broke up with him.

You had seen many long-distance relationships break, and while you were amazed at how your parents could manage when they were apart for so long, with your father being in the merchant navy, nevertheless, you were scared that you would end up in the same situation. As a result, you dropped the bomb on Hajime Iwaizumi and told him why you had to end the relationship when he revealed that he was moving to the United States to study sports sciences and eventually work for a person he looked up to, Utsui Takashi. The truth is, you loved him too much to let him go. You loved the way he stood by your side whenever things weren’t going so well. You loved being engulfed in his embraces, and more so, you loved being lost in his kisses, every touch of his sending shivers down your spine. You knew he always treated you right; you especially experienced it, but you were afraid your relationship wouldn’t stand the test of time. In addition, he could see there was something wrong with you from miles away, but he never knew what it was until you revealed it to him.

When he heard what you felt, he was very upfront with you, albeit his gaze at you was laced with melancholy. “You know, baby,” he responded, with his shoulders drooping, “I’m actually hurt that you would think that our relationship would fade away as we meet different people, because trust me, what you and I have, I don’t think I can ever have that with anyone. However,” he reached out for both of your hands and held them, saying, “I’ll always be grateful for the memories we had together. I strongly believe that we’ll still find a way to each other, no matter what.” He then cupped your cheeks and planted a farewell kiss before leaving your house, concluding, “That’s because it’s always been you, my love. Always and forever.”

As you opened your eyes, you noticed him standing in front of you. He always had a great sense of fashion, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie. He was known to make things look good on him. He smiled at you, ever so softly, with his gaze never leaving yours. Unbeknownst to you, a warm smile crept upon your face, as you muttered your first word to him in years: “hey.” He also replied with a single word: “hey,” as you two stopped talking for a while, oddly finding comfort in the silence you two were sharing. You tilted your head and asked him, “It’s been a hot minute, Iwaizumi. When did you come back?” He let out a small chuckle, responding, “You know that you can still call me Hajime, right? I came back a couple of days ago for the holidays. I’ll be here until the second week of January.” Nodding, you weren’t sure as to how you could continue the conversation until an idea popped up in your head. “So, um,” you hesitated, before continuing, “Let’s walk together, to Sakanoshita and get some pork buns. What do you think?” He grinned at you, responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The walk to the store was not a silent one; instead, you two handled small talk well. You learned that Hajime was about to complete his senior year in undergrad in sports sciences and will be interning under Utsui Takashi, his role model, after college. He then reveals that Takashi turned out to be the father of his and Tooru Oikawa’s high school nemesis: Wakatoshi Ushijima. You both shared a light-hearted chuckle as he continued, saying that after the internship was over, he intended to work as a full-time athletic trainer and that he was attempting to become the trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. For some reason, this gave you a glimmer of hope.

As you two bought a couple of pork buns from Keishin, nodding at both of you before leaving the store, he was about to ask you whether you were currently seeing anybody when you interrupted him by telling him that you were pursuing your final year in your college studies in Tokyo with Tetsuro Kuroo, an alumnus of Nekoma High School, and you were set to work alongside him in the Japanese Volleyball Association. While his enthusiasm seemed to have died a little bit, thinking that you were probably seeing the former Nekoma captain, you then cleared your throat and confessed to him, something that he found oddly assuring.

“I don’t know where you stand, relationship-wise, but you were right, Hajime. I dated other guys, not Kuroo, because I told him about you, and we just became friends, but I dated other guys, and they weren’t you. They could never be you.”

As he held your hands in silence, a single tear drop streamed down his cold cheeks as he smiled in response to your confession. While you were confused as to what that meant, he asked you in a soft voice, “Do you still stay with your parents, or did you get an apartment of your own?” With a tint of blush hitting your cheeks, you nodded, replying, “I do stay on my own in Tokyo, but here I stay with my parents. However, they’ve gone to Bangkok to visit my relatives, and I told them that I'd be joining them soon, so until then, I live alone. Did you want to come over and spend some time?” He shook his head in denial, replying, “Not until you truly are ready to be with me again.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he continued, “If I do end up coming over, the good memories will return, and I'll want you to commit to me. There’s no middle ground anymore, (y/n). It’s either we get back together, or we stay as acquaintances.” You were taken aback at his confidence. For a moment, you pondered and realized that he had never stopped having feelings for you. Respecting his opinion, you nodded, and suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “So,” you said, “I’ll not be here for long. Maybe a week or so. Until then, would it be okay if we hung out at your place with Mattsun and Makki, and during that time, we can see whether the feelings still exist, and we can, um, give it a go.” Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “Alright, seems fair. We can do that.”

He then called Mattsun and Makki and urged them to come to his house with a couple of board games and to set up video cameras to surprise someone that was coming home after a while. As you two ate your now lukewarm pork buns while walking to Hajime’s house, you started talking about the crazy moments that happened to the both of you while you were away working on your goals. Upon reaching the house, your memories come back as to how you met him in the first place. You then opened the door to find the boys shocked that you had come back, and as you looked at the video camera to their right that caught their expressions, you and Hajime laughed at them, much to their chagrin.

As the days went by, you four hung out often at Hajime’s house, playing different kinds of board games,exercising, watching movies, and catching up with each other. You would even video call Oikawa to surprise him, and he’d whine with a pouty face, “Why am I not there now?” to which you’d reply, “because someone chose to fly to exotic places over us,” with the rest of you cackling and laughing at the milkbread-loving setter. What was seemingly oblivious to Mattsun and Makki was that there were stolen glances exchanged between the both of you, you found your hands brushing against each other often, and you would mistake other people’s names for each other. One day, someone had dropped cutlery, and while you’d kneeled to pick some spoons and forks up, you noticed Iwaizumi kneeling to pick up the same, causing your faces to be a couple of centimeters apart, and as you two realized that the tension between you was so strong that you could use a knife to cut through it, you gulped a little bit of air down your throat.

The day before you were about to leave for Bangkok, you called him and started cajoling him, “Hajime, I need to talk to you. Would you be able to come over, please?” Exhaling a deep breath, he replied, “Okay, fine. I’m on my way.” You were pacing around the living room for fifteen minutes, confused as to why you were feeling this way until the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. When you unlocked the door, Hajime was standing on the front porch, shivering. His hands were in the muff of the dark blue hoodie, with his hood down so that you could see him clearly. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hands through it one too many times. You let him in, a panting mess, looking as if he had just been jogging in the chilly weather. As you two sat on the warm couch near the fireplace, you knelt down.

This time you were the one holding his hands, causing him to widen his eyes. “Hajime, when I told you that all those people that I dated could never be you, I meant it. Sure, I was commitment-phobic as hell, and you know that, and I was scared that that would disturb our relationship should we go long-distance, because I’d be doubting you constantly, be jealous, and have all kinds of negativity in my head, but the truth is, I love you, Hajime. I always have, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and me to be your partner. I want to go ahead and fully commit myself to you, come what may. Always and forever, right?”

Smiling at you, he then cupped your cheeks, brought your face forward, and kissed you on your lips. No sooner did that happen than you enveloped yourselves in a deep kiss, eventually causing the two of you to peel the clothes off each other’s bodies. Every touch, every kiss, every action had the power to convey how much you still loved each other at this very moment more than words ever could.

An hour had passed since you two made love after four years, and you had wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping on some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, nuzzling against each other. Suddenly, either one of the phones buzzes as Hajime kisses your forehead as he goes to the strewn pile of clothes and not only gets out his phone, which just had his alarm ringing, but also a small box. As you narrowed your vision to the small box, a number of thoughts spawned in your head. “Wait, is he asking me to marry him already?” You think to yourself. “Isn’t that too soon?” However, as Hajime brings the box to you and opens it, it didn’t seem like an expensive diamond ring, but it was one of those even more expensive platinum bands that must have been bought from a jeweler’s shop.

He then tells you, “(y/n), I’ve been aware of your fear of commitment ever since your cousin had a messy divorce, and your best friend’s eleven-year old relationship ended. When you broke up with me, while I was sad and heartbroken and you were citing your inability to commit, I imagined something: that years later, you'd tell me that you wanted to commit to me, and whenever you did so, I’d give you this ring. It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring. With this, baby,” He slides the ring onto your left ring finger and says, “I promise to love you and cherish you whenever you’re ready to take the next steps in the relationship, and I promise to walk alongside you, because baby,” he then holds both of your hands while saying, "There wasn’t anyone else in my life that I dated other than you, especially when I went to the States because I couldn't imagine anyone else but you by my side. It was always you, (y/n). Always and forever.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your gaze met with his. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, with both of your “I love you”s reverberating throughout the whole house. The next day, the quarter of the Seijoh 4 helped you pack your bags, and Hajime drove you to the airport. As he stopped in front of the airport, he saw you twiddling your thumbs while subconsciously biting your lower lip. He took one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you turned in his direction. He smiled at you, saying, “I promise you, love, this is not the end of us. In fact, it’s just the beginning.” Both of you were then engulfed in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity. As you got out of the car and got your belongings, you then gave Hajime a kiss before leaving for Bangkok. If you learned anything from this trip, it was that ‘tis the damn season’s fault for bringing you two back together, because that kiss wouldn’t certainly be the last.

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