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reimewykaze · 2 months

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Sk8r boi.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x Fem! Reader.

Your skateboarding lesson ended up being more than just that.

Tags: romantic fluff, Kanata is soft and protective.

🛹 - Dedicated to my dear Kanata lovers @koumeowkami @ahskp and @kanyata 💜 I hope you guys like this.

Light dyed in a myriad of lilac and mauve follows you around as you rush towards the beaten up sofa of his apartment.

Had this been anyone else, he would have rolled around and kept sleeping.

But the lavender infinity in his gaze found its horizon always in you.

No matter how much he pouted or grumbled, “no” wasn’t a word that existed in his vocabulary when it came to you.

Your hand reaches out, gently shaking his shoulder, his worn skateboard rattling against the floor as you try to wake your boyfriend.

A groan escapes his lips.

You giggle, expression tender as you observe his frown and scrunched up nose.

Lashes seemingly threaded of moonlight rest against his pale cheekbones.

To you, he had always been an angel, troubled by the gravity that mercilessly made him plummet on this cold, twisted world.

But you were always there to break his fall.

“Kanata!” You call, kneeling beside his sleeping figure. “Wake up, it’s evening already!”

Another groan, followed by his arm unconsciously wrapping around your shoulders.

“ ‘S too early…” He mumbles, tightening his hold on you.

You chuckle. Your boyfriend was always too adorable when he was sleepy. His clinginess for you showed, and you loved it a little too much.

“Kanata… You’re squishing me…” You laugh, muffled by his hold. “It’s evening now, look, look, the sun is already setting!”

“It’s too cold.” He replies, curling up closer by your side.

“Please?” You pout, playfully, resting your forehead against his, your hand finding his own.

You can hear him sigh, those violet eyes you loved so much finally catching the rosy daylight of sundown.

“You want something, don’t you?” Kanata questions, knowingly, resting his hand on top of your head, softly ruffling your hair.

“Pretty please?” You confirm, showing him his skateboard.

“You want to go skateboarding now? You don’t even know how…” Kanata’s voice is slightly hoarse from sleep, hair tousled as he rests his cheek on his palm.

“That’s the point! I want to learn and I want you to teach me.” You insist.

Despite the determination in your tone, your lover purses his lips.

He remembers the bruises that used to litter his body when he got on a skateboard for the first time.

Black and blue is not a combination he’d like to see imprinted on your skin.

“You’ll fall.” Comes Kanata’s deadpan expression.

I can’t bear to see you get hurt. Are the words he made his heart keep silent.

You whine, tugging on his hand, an indication you want him to get up.

“I’ll be okay! Kanata, you’ll be with me…”

He finally sits up, and there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes when he next lays them on you.

To you, having him by your side equals being safe. How could someone like him be so lucky to find your light when his world was dimming?

“Tsk, fine…” Your boyfriend agrees, finally, as you squeal and wrap your arms around him.

It’s worth it, if you are going to look this happy, he supposes.

—

“D-don’t let go…” You utter, trembling, as you attempt to keep your balance, body stiff, arms stretched out.

Faint beams of sun filter in between the old buildings, akin to strings holding you together as you try not to fall.

“Don’t be silly, of course I’m not letting you go.” Kanata assures you, while his hands are positioned on your waist.

Gaze averted, his face burns; he’s cuddled with you endless times, why is holding you like this flustering him so much?

He sighs, extending a hand towards you instead.

“Let’s try it from another side.” He suggests.

Both of his hands clutch yours firmly, yet with enough gentleness that if you wanted so, you could easily pull away.

With him, it feels safe. And even if you were to topple over, you know you’d find his arms already stretched out to catch you.

“O-okay… I think I got this…”

As much as you’re struggling to only propel yourself a few centimeters and with his help, Kanata can’t help but linger for a little on the thought of how cute you look right now.

Your hands grab onto his tightly, as if he was your lifeline, which right now, (and always) he pretty much is.

“Alright, good, now, push against the floor with your other foot and then put it back up on the board.” Your boyfriend instructs, one of his hands still in yours, while the other hovers nearby.

“Like this- Woah!” Is everything you have time to articulate before you’re bracing yourself for impact, your balance lost in an instant.

Except you land against something softer than you had expected.

Someone.

“I got you.” The voice you loved to hear in angsty lyrics or in the gilded first light of a new day reassures. “I told you I wouldn’t let you go.”

From your position, leaning on his chest, you stare up at him, the relief of finding his embrace instead of harsh concrete, palpable in your features.

You know you’re staring.

You can’t look away.

Your eyes are fixated on Kanata, and yet, you could swear you’re looking at a piece of twilight skies descended just for you.

Strands of silver hair mirroring the purple heaven above sway with the dusk breeze around his shoulders, eyelashes of the same color framing eyes that look at you with equal parts affection and concern.

That gaze of his.

It had always been your weakness; hyacinth petals aflutter amidst a snowy night. So many words hidden in it. He was always better at actions, after all.

Suddenly, his grip tightens around your arms, pulling you upright.

In the silence shared between you and the setting sun, Kanata’s focus is solely on you. A wave of relief washes over him when he makes sure no bruises marr your exposed knees.

“Why did you decide to wear that to come skateboarding?” He grumbles, glancing in the direction of your plaid skirt. “I mean it’s cute- No that’s-“ He lets out a sigh. “You could have easily gotten hurt.” He finally manages, cheeks the same shade dried rose petals stained the pages of a priced diary.

Your hands reach out to cradle his cheeks, gently brushing a few stray lilac locks away from his eyes.

“I knew I’d be safe with you here, Kanata.” Is the soft utterance you confess to reassure him, right as your lips softly brush his.

When you part, you feel a force pulling you against your lover’s chest again, the lips you had just grazed now chasing after you fervently.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, the desperation spelled in his every touch known by heart to you at this point.

You’d need way more skateboarding lessons, Kanata thinks, as one of his hands cups the back of your head, his sharper canines slightly nibbling on your lower lip.

And if this is how all of them end up, he’ll take his time teaching you.

For now, though, he’ll just let himself smile into the sweetness of you.

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winniemaywebber · 12 days

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The Apple Tree • Part 5

warnings: none!!! just sad

Y/N struggles with not knowing where Rosie is.

Every day had been the same since Rosie had gone MIA. You'd wake up, head feeling like it was in a vice and get to the school on autopilot. The sky had been appropriately gray, and thick with fog most mornings, the twin of your current state of mind. You'd stay at the school late, grading papers and try your best to construct meaningful lesson plans so the children could still thrive and learn despite your sadness. They'd sometimes ask, their sweet, little faces full of sympathy as they'd question your upset. “Miss?” A little voice would say, “Are you alright?” You'd force a smile on your face and look back at them reassuringly.

“Yes, my dear,” your voice catching in your throat. “I'll be fine.”

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A week. And then two. Three, then four, all rolling into a ball of nothingness, blurring together. Most days, you're greeted by Sally who is always available to walk you home despite the treacherous weather and everyday she looks at you with her big sad eyes, shaking her head mournfully, wordlessly reminding you that there's no new information. Most days, you walk home in silence, her arm in yours, keeping you upright physically as well as metaphorically.

It's on the fourth week, on a Friday, that you hear a sharp rap on your door. Being in bed already - the only way you can seem to feel close to Rosie - you simply yell “come in!” to whoever is visiting at this late hour. You hear the door open quietly, and hear the familiar tip-tap of Sally in her kitten heels. You hear her kicking them off and placing them by the door, hurrying up the stairs in her now stockinged feet, padding all the way up the plush carpet.

“Hi, darling,” she greets quietly, her face full of sympathy. “I thought I'd try coax you out to the pub.”

“No thanks,” you mumble, staring up at the ceiling. “I'm fine here.”

“Oh, doll,” she begins, walking towards the bed. “How are you doing?” Still not tearing your eyes from the ceiling, you nod quickly, trying to reassure your friend. But she knows you better than that, and after all these years, she can read you like a book. Before you can properly respond, she sees two tears leak from each eye and splash into your ears and on the pillow.

Trying to comfort you the way she used to when you were kids, she goes to lay down next to you on the bed.

“No!” you start. “N-no, Sal. Don't lay there,” you softly weep. “That's where Rosie slept the night before–” You wipe your face with the back of your hand, trying to stop the tears flowing. “It still smells like him. Don't lay on it, Sal.” You pause, looking at your friend, her own eyes full of tears. She sniffs, trying to blink them back.

“Then squidge up,” she says after a moment. “I'll lay on your pillow with you.” You wriggle slightly to the right to make room for her in the center of the bed, you just hanging off the edge slightly. She takes your hand and strokes it, just like she did right after Granny passed away. You whimper at her action, the sob that was thick in your throat finally being released.

“Where is he, Sally? Where's my boy?”

“Y/N…darling…I don't know. I ask James everyday for an update. He's promised that he'll be round here like a shot if he ever finds anything out.” You nod, swallowing as you sniff back more tears.

“He's a good egg, Sal. I like him. I like how happy he makes you.”

“Me, too,” she sighs wistfully. “When all this is all over, I'm thinking of moving there to be with him.”

“Sally, that's wonderful. I'll miss you terribly–”

“But let's not talk of that now. We need to take care of you.” She crawls off the bed and pulls you with her. “Come on,” she commands, rushing to your wardrobe. “You need to stop rotting. Let's go to the pub. Apparently, Rita is engaged to two of the Americans and neither knows about the other. Isn't that something?” You hear yourself gasp and then giggle, the first laugh you've made in weeks.

“Well, now you've tempted me. Now I have to come.”

—

The excited yapping you hear as you walk into the pub ceases at the sight of you, your friends looking back at you in surprise, before they stand up and rush to hug you, one by one. Murmurs of “oh, Y/N, we're so happy to see you,” and “how are you doing?” follow their embraces, and you find your eyes leaking at their affection and sympathy. Hugging them back, you sigh, not quite used to this level of affection.

“Alright, ladies,” you struggle to gasp out, but smiling nonetheless. “I need to know everything about Rita. Spill.”

They sit down, excited to finally be able to tell you the tales they've heard over the past few weeks. For a moment, your head is clear, listening to your friends chatter on, their voices octaves higher as they giggle their way through the spiel. You don't even notice that Sally has rushed over to the bar to greet James, until he places a pint in front of you with a sympathetic smile. He winks at you as you smile back, knowing you're thanking him with no words needed. You take a long sip, letting the alcohol run through your body and somehow, giving it warmth as you finally are able to enjoy something.

“So, she ended up saying yes to both men because she didn't want to upset either of them, and somehow, Y/N, neither knows about the other. But, get this! They're co-pilots!”

“What?!” you screech, ale almost flying through your nose in shock. “They must know! There's absolutely no way–”

“We thought that, too!” Sally replies, wide eyed and a little frazzled. “But Rita maintains that they have no clue.”

“Nope, not buying it,” you giggle, hand covering your mouth. “They must talk about her to one another! They're either ignoring it or somehow, it's not clicking that they're both with the same girl!”

For just a small moment, your overwhelming sadness is forgotten, the pit in your stomach somehow smaller than it had been in the past weeks. But, then, all of a sudden, your mind goes back to the night you spent with him; how he'd touched you, the way he'd wrapped himself around you to fall asleep for those few hours. The way he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. It's those thoughts that send you into a tailspin, lips pressed together to keep the tears at bay. Draining your glass, you gesture over to the barman for another and try to keep breathing steadily.

—

“Hey! Wait, seriously? You're not lyin’ to me?” You hear a familiar Tennessee drawl behind you, and an excited one at that. “Croz, she's right there!” They both pause for a moment. “Can I tell her, sir?”

“Sure thing,” Croz replies. You turn around at the two familiar voices. James smiling brightly at you, Harry nervously shuffling from one foot to the other, clutching his hat in his slightly shaking hands.

“Y/N, c'mere, doll!” James beckons you over with his booming voice. You stand and walk towards the two men, forcing a polite smile on your face.

“Hi, James. Oh, Harry, wonderful to see you. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, ma'am,” he replies, now not able to hold back his apparent joy. “Pearson here has something to tell you. I've been rushing all over base looking for this fella to tell him what he's about to tell you.” You look at James with an expectant expression, feeling your eyes widen. He can't seem to get the words out, nor keep a straight face.

“Out with it, Jimmy, before I lose my mind!” You scold, playfully pushing him.

“Rosie got word to base!”

“What?!” you shout, your arms going across your chest in shock. “W-where is he?” Tears fill your eyes and they escape before you're aware of what's happening.

“He got shot down in Berlin,” Croz begins, his downturned eyes having an underlying sadness to them as he looks at you. “But, he managed to keep the plane flying until everyone had bailed out. He's in Russia.”

“Russia? He's safe, right?”

“Yes, ma'am. He says they're taking really good care of him.” Harry laughs a little, wondering whether to divulge further information. You see that, and nod at him to carry on. “He says the vodka is impeccable.” Laughing, you feel familiar arms around your waist, Sally's head on your shoulder, half laughing, half crying as she hears the news.

Word spreads to the rest of the pub, the airmen cheering and hugging at the news. James hands you a whiskey, then thrusting one in Croz's hand. You clink glasses with him, and with James before turning back to Harry.

“Thank you,” you begin, voice shaking slightly. “Thank you for coming to tell me, for even thinking of me.”

“No problem,” he replies nervously. “To Rosie?”

“To Rosie.”

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thank you once again to my besties @sagesolsticewrites and @ginabaker1666 for reading this multiple times before posting (as usual!!!) <3

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ifancyharry · 1 year

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Shitty friend groups

Hello loversss (as Niall Horan would say 😋) happy Christmas!! I'm sorry i went MIA, i was feeling a little down but i'm back now :) just wanted to say thank you to everyone that likes and reblogs what i write, you really do make a difference and motivate me, so thank you! as always, let me know what you think, my ask is always open to talk

Word count: 5K

What is it: Harry gets bullied by YN's friend group; angst; fluff; mentions of blood and anxiety

“Hello, Anne. Is… is Harry home? We were supposed to study together but he… he’s not answering his phone” YN sighed heavily once Anne opened the door, relieved to know someone from the Styles family was home; she knew at least Anne wouldn’t ignore her.

YN and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now, but coming from two different types of friend group, they preferred to keep their newly formed relationship to themselves, Anne being the only once to know since YN was always hanging out at Harry’s house.

Harry wasn’t so convinced they should tell her, but Anne was always extremely welcoming and kind towards YN, so she felt as if she owed it to her to at least be honest with their feelings.

When Harry had asked her to keep their relationship private, YN didn’t really understand. She thought he could be somehow ashamed she was his girlfriend, but he promised that wasn’t the case. At first, it was easy to keep it private. YN was what you could call popular in school, whereas Harry was more kept to himself with a selective group of friends, so they rarely crossed paths at school.

They would usually meet in the janitor’s closet to share a kiss or two, but they both’d agreed to keep PDA to a minimum, and despite their shared decision to keep the relationship to themselves, she couldn’t help but wonder why. YN couldn’t possibly know her friends despised Harry and told him every chance they got.

Harry was smart, he did well in school and wasn’t afraid to show it, he was passionate and opinionated, and YN’s friends thought he was awkward for that. Harry never really understood how YN could hang out with them, but he’d started to notice they were never rude when she was around, so he guessed she didn’t know their very true nature.

When Harry got picked to be YN’s tutor, he had dreaded meeting with her in the library, convinced she was as rotten as her friends, but the very first time he saw her, out of breath because she was running late, hair messy and her cheeks rosy from the cold, muttering apologies over apologies for making him wait, he knew she wasn’t anything like he had imagined. She was soft, kind, and intelligent. And pretty damn cute, may he add (although that he knew already).

YN really didn’t know what she did. One minute they were fine, talking on the phone about how much fun their date at the fair had been, and the next Harry stopped answering her texts and all she was left with was wondering what happened.

“Oh! Hi dear” Anne smiled sweetly at her, “Harry still hasn’t come home”.

YN frowned at that, starting to think maybe he’d persuaded his mum to lie for him and asked her to find a way to get rid of her. She cringed at the mere thought. Was whatever she did that bad? And Anne was usually so nice to her! She couldn’t bear to think about that.

“I need to leave for work but… but you can wait for him in his room?” Anne questioned once she saw how upset the girl in front of her looked, “I’m sure he’ll be home any minute.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother” YN bit back an awkward smile, her mouth twisting at the corners. She was relieved Anne wasn’t in on Harry’s plan to avoid her. At least she had his mum on her side. Despite not knowing what she did, she hated when Harry was mad at her. Well, mad… he never really did get mad. He just got upset and avoided her until she had to reach out and confront him. She always thought that was why their relationship was so great, she compensated wherever Harry lacked.

Understanding Harry’s fear of confrontation, she was the one who opened up first about her feelings for him, all twitchy hands and anxious mind, scared he didn’t feel the same and she had completely misread the signs.

She hadn’t, because Harry had been crushing over her since the first moment he started tutoring her, and after he’d told her, YN made him repeat it ever chance she got (“tell me what you thought the first time we met!” “i though you were unhinged” Harry always said, but after kissing the pout on her lips away he’d add “and very cute”), never missing his reddened cheeks every time he told her that.

“You could never be a bother, love! Come inside,” Anne moved a little sideways so she could make room for her to come in, “you know the way”, she said, gesturing to the staircase on the right.

YN nodded and thanked Anne as she made her way inside, toeing her shoes off and placing them neatly at the front door.

“I would offer you tea but I’m in a hurry!” Anne said, and YN watched her grab her coat from the hanger near the front door along with her phone and what YN guessed were her car keys.

“Oh, no need, I understand” YN smiled politely and at that Anne nodded, giving her a warm smile and closing the distance between them to encapsulate YN in a hurried hug.

“Bye, love, I’ll be back tomorrow morning after my shift.” She winked and YN blushed at the thought of being alone with Harry for a whole night, muttering a soft bye under her breath when Anne made her way out of the door.

YN, now alone in the Styles’ household, looked around herself, walking further in. She spotted their cat sleeping on the couch and she said hello to him too, deciding against petting him, she knew damn well that cat hated being woken up and she understood him completely.

She decided to wait for Harry in his room as she originally intended to, so she made her way up the stairs, stopping every once in a while to smile at the family pictures framed on the hallway walls.

Once she reached Harry’s door, she opened it and closed it silently, despite being alone, behind her back, taking a big breath once she was inside, his woodsy scent mixed with the fabric softener of his sheets lingering in the air around her, comforting her.

“I’ll just wait here,” she whispered to herself as she sat down on the edge of his bed, crossing one leg over the other, her hands intertwined in her lap.

She waited anxiously for Harry to come home as the minutes began to pass, and with the minutes the hours, and with the passing of the hours, her eyes started to get heavy and her breathing slowed, the book she had found on Harry’s nightstand (after she got bored of her phone), managed to keep her occupied only so much, boring her to the point of sleepiness (Harry and his pretentious books), and she curled on top of his covers, hugging herself to protect her body from the cold of his room (which wasn’t that cold, the cold she was feeling mostly due to her anxiety), slipping into a dreamless sleep as she waited for Harry to return.

YN awoke suddenly at the sound of a door slamming, and it took her a while to get her surroundings in, confused as to where she was.

After realizing she was in Harry’s room on his bed, she also remembered why she was in his room, and that quiet, confused state she’d woken up in subdued, leaving room to the dread of a conversation whom she couldn’t wait to have (and whom she knew Harry would avoid whatever it took).

She got up from his bed and made her way towards the wooden door, twisting the knob and opening the door hurriedly, eager to see him. Her ears where graced with a loud yelp coming out of Harry’s mouth, who apparently had made his way up the stairs and was in front of the door too, not knowing YN was on the other side.

“Bloody hell!” He shouted, his eyes widened with fear as he brought his hand’s palm against his chest, heart level “you scared me” he breathed out after he’d calmed down, surprised.

“What are you doing here?” He added, looking at her with his deep green eyes.

YN, however, couldn’t get the words out of her mouth as she took in the look of Harry’s face, scratched and bloody.

“What happened?” She whispered, furrowing her eyebrows as she raised her hand to point at his face. His cheekbone had a deep cut on it, the skin under it purple colored and turgid. His nose was cleaned now but YN could make out the faint stain of blood that seemed to have dripped down onto his cupid bow, turning his lips a bright red color. She lowered her gaze to his blue hoodie, and she frowned because she knew it wasn’t the one he was wearing on their date that morning.

“It’s nothing.” Harry brushed it off, making his way inside his room and heading towards the bathroom.

“It’s not nothing, Harry!” She snapped, following him inside the bathroom, “did someone do this to you? Is that why you were avoiding me?”

“No” he chuckled a humorless laugh out of his nose, “I did this to myself.”

“Don’t go all smartass on me, Harry,” she said, lowering her tone, “what happened?”

She watched as he opened the shower’s faucet to warm the water. He then proceeded to remove his hoodie, tugging it off his head and tossing it in the laundry basket.

“I need to shower now, can you get out?” He spat out, turning his head to glance at her, his eyes, lowered in tiny slits, had turned a dark green and his mouth was closed in a firm line.

YN had never seen him like that. It was the first time he asked her to get out while he showered, he loved hearing her talk while he showered, often asking her to repeat what they previously studied to see if she was really paying attention.

She muttered out a soft ‘okay’ and nodded, lowering her eyes on the floor and making her way out of the bathroom. She’d seen him naked plenty of times by now, but she was extremely respectful of his boundaries and if he didn’t want her there while he showered, she wouldn’t force him.

As she waited for him on her bed, she tapped her phone behind her to look at the time; it was a little past seven thirty, and she wondered whether she should text her mum to let her know she would spend the night at Harry’s. But she couldn’t help but wonder if Harry wanted her to stay the night or if he expected her to be gone when he returned from his shower.

She decided to tell her mum to not wait for her, hoping to make up with Harry by the time it was time for bed.

She didn’t know what was wrong with him, and she was worried he’d gotten himself in trouble. Harry was smart, but school was getting hard, and she’d seen that episode of Pretty Little Liars in which Spencer got addicted to amphetamines to keep up with school, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was the case (maybe she needed to stop watching so much tv)

Maybe Harry needed some extra help to get through finals and things took a bad turn?

She possibly couldn’t know.

She jumped a little when she heard the bathroom door snap open, the sound interrupting her train of thoughts, and she raised her head to look at Harry, the vapor from the hot water carrying around the scent of his body wash, permeating the room.

He walked to his dresser only with a towel wrapped around his hips, and YN didn’t miss the big purple bruise on his left hip as he lowered to fish out a clean t-shirt and sweats out of the dresser.

“Can we talk?” She whispered, breaking the silence that lingered between them. She knew from the start the conversation wouldn’t have been an easy one, but she possibly couldn’t have known he would’ve turned up looking like that! All bruises and cuts!

Harry shrugged as he turned around, “nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing to… nothing to talk about!” She exclaimed, tossing her hands in the air in defeat.

“I just said that”

“Harry, you’re- you’re…” She chose to ignore his remark and sighed, “do you need to go to the hospital? Did you at least disinfect the wounds?”

“I’m fine, Niall helped me” he mumbled, tossing the towel to her, which she caught with two hands before it could land on her face.

“Harry!” She laughed, tossing it back at him. YN averted her gaze as he stood naked in front of her, not knowing if he wanted her to look.

He let the towel fall on the ground as he lowered the shirt he’d previously picked out on his head, then he slid on his grey sweats and let them hung low on his hips, not bothering to tie them.

“Are you hungry?” He said, closing the distance between them with two strides to get in front of her.

She nodded and rose her head to look up at him better, her lashes fluttered as she felt herself squirm under his dark gaze. Her heart clutched in her chest at the sight of his face. Did he really think she’d let it go that easily?

“C’mon, then,” he lowered his hand to take hers in his, giving it a squeeze between his fingers.

“Wait.” She breathed out, grabbing his wrist with her free hand. Harry furrowed his brows, scared that she might want to open the conversation once again, but YN throw him a sweet smile and his gaze softened, “what?”

“Can we kiss a bit? I missed you” she whined, tugging his wrist to signal him she wanted him to sit on the bed with her. Harry complied and plopped down on the bed next to her, circling her waist with his arm and bringing her down on top of him as he lowered himself down on the center of the bed.

YN placed her palms on his chest to balance herself, letting out a squeal when he pinched her bum jokingly.

Harry raised his head from the pillows to meet her lips, but when YN’s mouth got closer to his, he lowered once again, YN’s lips following his. She whined when he avoided her lips once again and took the matter in her own hands, pushing her lips against his mouth in a tender kiss.

She gave him small pecks at first, but after a while she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and Harry sighed in her mouth; this gave her access to push her tongue inside to brush against his, and she caressed his tongue with hers, intertwining it. His mouth was warm and wet, and he tasted like the mint gum he’s always chewing, but YN swore she could make out the faint ferrous taste of blood on his lips.

YN loves kissing Harry. And YN thinks she must be drunk because she feels like she loves Harry, and not just kissing him. And she knows she’s supposed to talk to him. She knows she shouldn’t let it slide, and believe her, her heart shatters at the thought of someone hurting him. But he said everything was okay, and he said he didn’t want to talk. And YN loves him. And sometimes when you love someone you’re not ready to face the things that are hurting them.

When Harry started to feel himself get dizzy from the lack of air, he pulled away from her lips with a pop, not missing the whine that she let out, and when he opened his eyes, he laughed at the pout on her plushy lips.

“So greedy!” He exclaimed, swiping a thumb delicately to smooth the frown on her lips, and he couldn’t help the smile that twitched his mouth when YN puckered her lips and placed a gentle kiss against his finger.

“Look! There’s Styles”

YN turned her head hastily when she heard her friend Mia mentioning her boyfriend. Mia nodded towards Harry once she gained the attention of the others.

She furrowed her brows as she watched Harry walk towards his table, holding a water bottle between his fingers. She wondered if he had already eaten or if he wasn’t hungry.

YN’s lips twitched as she bit back the smile that was spreading across her lips. She had to cross her legs under the table to keep herself from just standing up and walk towards him, this private relationship thing was starting to get to her, and she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend she wasn’t in love with him.

His face still hadn’t completely healed and she frowned at that, but the bruise on his cheekbone was starting to fade and she thanked god the frozen peas she had pushed against the bruise while they watched tv had worked, otherwise she never would have heard the end of it.

“You got him pretty good” Mia laughed, elbowing in the stomach Logan, who was sitting right next to her.

“We sure did!” He answered, rising his palm so Aiden, another one of her friends, who was sitting across from him and next to YN could high five him.

Everyone laughed at that, everyone but YN, who stared at Logan with furrowed brows. She felt as if she was being left out of a game she didn’t want to play.

“What are you talking about?” She said, interrupting the obnoxious laughter that had erupted at the table.

“You know Styles?” Aiden nodded his head in Harry’s direction and YN followed the nod with her eyes, muttering a ‘yes’ through gritted teeth when she laid her gaze on his table, “He pissed me off the other day in class, so really, he had it coming”.

“He… he pissed you off?” YN said, trying to control her tone to not attract too much attention on their table.

“Harry corrected him” Amelia, who had been silently studying for her upcoming test, clarified, which earned her a glare and a muttered ‘shut up’ from Logan.

Amelia just shrugged and said “it’s not his fault you didn't know who wrote the Odyssey”.

“So you picked a fight with him?” YN exclaimed, still amazed by that exchange. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of her friends being the reason Harry was hurt. And to think she thought he was doing drugs! How could she be so silly!

“He barely fought back. He’s such a pussy” Logan chuckled, picking up his can of coke and chugging it down in one gulp.

YN’s face screwed up in a grimace at his words. She wanted to shout and toss the food in her plate at them, but even the school’s cafeteria’s food would be wasted on them.

“You were four against one” Mia rattled, shrugging her shoulders and chewing absentmindedly on her fork’s teeth.

“What’s with you two?” Aiden rolled his eyes, motioning towards Mia and Amelia.

YN felt frozen in place and she knew in her heart she wasn’t being fair to Harry. Her friends had said more to defend him than she did, what the hell was her problem? She truly couldn’t believe her own friends would do something like that. They were always nice to her, but, now she knows, that didn’t mean anything. She refused to believe her friends were the type of guys that were nice only to girls or girls they liked and not nice in general, but she was beginning to think that was exactly the case.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” YN whispered, shyly.

She wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation, but if it meant confrontation with Harry, because Harry never screamed at her and always took his time to hear her and understand her feelings, Aiden and Logan, she wasn’t so sure. Suddenly she was afraid of their reaction, and she took a big gulp, regretting her outburst.

“What was that?” Logan snapped his head towards her, and she knew once she took in the angered look on his face that he had heard her completely fine the first time.

YN throw a glance in Harry’s direction to make sure he was still there, and felt relieved once she spotted him talking animatedly with one of his friends, a blond guy she knew was called Niall. Of course, the cafeteria was swarming with students, but somehow she felt safe only with him around.

“I said, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She repeated, with more confidence this time. She felt confident in her motives. She was defending her boyfriend, and despite their relationship being private, she could feel herself shiver at the thought of someone hurting Harry ever again.

“Watch your mouth, YN” Aiden chirped in, warning her.

“No!” She shouted, “If you think hurting people is okay, I’ll have to ask you again. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“YN, calm down” Mia whispered once she noticed a couple of heads snap in their direction, tugging on her arm to gain her attention, but her eyes were focused on the boy sitting next to her.

She was fuming.

“I’m not calming down,” she said, throwing a quick glance towards her friend. She averted her chair behind her and stood up, all attention shifted on their table with the screeching sound of the chair falling to the ground.

“Fucking assholes!” She exclaimed, “did he hurt your little fragile ego when he corrected you? He hurt you so much you had to hit him?”

YN could feel everyone’s eyes on her but she didn’t care. Everyone in their school deserved to know what kind of people they were. She truly couldn’t believe she even associated with them in the first place!

“You are calming down” Aiden rose to his feet and enclosed her wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly against the soft skin.

YN whined a little and tried to free her wrist from his grip, but he only squeezed harder, and YN could feel his tight hold interrupting the blood’s circulation to her hand.

“Stop, you’re hurting me!” She squealed, tugging at her wrist once again.

Harry, who had been eyeing their exchange attentively, stood up from his seat and stomped angrily towards them, his friend Zayn following close behind him.

“What the fuck is going on!” He shouted once he reached them, and at this point YN knew they were putting on a show for everyone to watch.

“Harry it’s okay, just go” she whispered, scared they would hurt him again like they had before. She knew Harry would’ve never left her in a situation where she could’ve been hurt, but she wanted to protect him too, the best she could.

“Let her go” Harry said through gritted teeth, pushing against Aiden’s chest to make him loosen his grip.

Harry was taller than him and towered over him, but Aiden was such an asshole he wasn’t scared to fight guys bigger than him (Of course, Harry would say, he did that with an advantage of four against one).

“Look at that! YN has a fling with the freak!” Aiden laughed, taking a step back and releasing YN’s wrist from his hold.

YN brought her other hand up to massage the reddened skin of her wrist, to soothe it a little, and both Harry and her got distracted as they inspected her damaged skin.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Aiden pushed YN toward Harry and she stumbled a bit, but he managed to catch her before she could fall face first on the ground.

YN grabbed the fabric of his shirt to balance herself, and Harry squeezed gently at her biceps to calm her. She looked frightened and angry still, but Harry knew she had nothing to do with this. It’s him they had a problem with, and he was determined to end this once and for all.

“Not only you don’t know basic greek mythology, you like hurting girls too, ah?” Harry pushed YN behind him and she walked backwards a little until she stumbled against a body behind her. She turned and saw Zayn standing right behind her, watching carefully Harry’s every move, ready to jump in if Aiden played unfairly.

YN never really talked to Harry’s friends, but she was glad he had good people around him that were willing to get hurt to defend him. Just like she would.

YN turned her head once again to watch Harry, but this time he had grabbed the neck of Aiden’s shirt between his fingers, raising his other hand to punch him right on the nose. Then, Harry freed his shirt from his grip and Aiden stumbled backwards, falling to the ground while he brought a hand to his bloody nose.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath.

After that, things got bad. YN barely remembers Logan making his way past her and Zayn and kicking Harry in his leg, making him fall on his knees. At that, Zayn ran to help his friend, throwing Logan on the ground and punching him repeatedly on his face.

The crowd around them had deepened and YN could make out the words ‘fight’ as her school mates shouted them, inciting what YN considered a carnage. She hated violence, and she hated that it was her fault the fight had erupted in the first place.

She isn’t lying when she says she was glad to hear the school’s principal run in the cafeteria, shouting the guys’s last names and finally breaking the fight.

Yn hurried down the hallway when she heard the school’s bell ring, smiling and waving at some of the people that said hi to her along the way. She made her way towards Mr. Smith’s class, sighing a breath of relief when she reached it.

She opened the door and peeked her head inside, smiling once she saw a mop of brown curly hair.

She closed the door behind her once she entered, and Harry peeked his head sideways from under the desk, sitting cross legged on the floor, a metal bucket sitting next to him.

“Are you almost done?” YN said, walking towards him.

“Almost” he nodded, continuing scraping under the desk with the scoop the janitor had provided for him. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of gum I’ve scraped. I think I’m never chewing gum ever again!” He added, tossing the dried gum in the bucket. YN scrunched her nose at the sight.

“I still can’t believe he punished you too!” She exclaimed, lowering herself so she could sit on the floor next to him.

“Yeah… well- I did start the fight” Harry shrugged, smiling at her once she was in his line of sight.

“You were just defending me” she shook her head, closing her lips in a pout.

“I know, but still” Harry shrugged once again, leaning his face towards hers to press his lips briefly against hers in an affectionate peck.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were the ones who punched you?” She whispered against his lips, and at her words, Harry pulled back from her mouth and went back to his work quickly.

YN frowned at that, worried she might have interrupted a nice moment between them with her big mouth, but after what felt like hours but were only seconds in reality, Harry said: “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose between them and me.”

She felt her chest warm with his words. She was satisfied with his answer and decided to let it go, she knew Harry didn’t like confrontation and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She had gotten her answers that day in the cafeteria, and she had never — not once — looked back. She had Harry, and he was worth more than all her friends put together.

She watched him scrape gums for almost an hour, letting him chatter about this new dystopian book he had started to read and that he thought she’d like (she wouldn’t, but it’s the thought that counts, YN figures).

After he’s done, they stop before his locker to gather some textbooks he needed to study and to gather his things all together.

He’s handing the books to her as he fishes them out of his locker, asking her if she could hold them for him.

YN peeks at the last book on top of the pile she’s holding in her arms, and lets out a chuckle when she reads the title: Odyssey by Homer.

“Harry” she says, and he mumbles a ‘mh’ while he’s busy closing his locker with the combination of numbers.

“Tell me again what you said to Aiden”

“Babyyy” he whined dragging the end of the pet name, rolling his eyes lovingly at her, “you already know what I said!”

“No” she giggled childishly, “i don’t remember…”

“Fine” Harry sighed, turning around and grabbing the books from her hold, he gestured for her to start walking towards the entrance, so they could finally go home and relax after the long day they’d had.

“I said, not only you don’t know basic greek mythology, you like hurting girls too” he repeated his words, but his tone was much more flat now and less serious than it had been in the cafeteria.

She throw an arm around his neck to lower his face close to hers, and Harry widened his eyes and scrunched his nose at the sudden movement, puckering his lips anyway to meet hers in a brief kiss.

“You are so hot!”

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles love on tour #harry styles #harry styles one direction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #boyfriend!harry #nerd!harry

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diabolicalcosmos · 2 months

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February 23

World day for the fight against depression

Hello, dear ones. As today is World Antidepressant Day, the boys want to tell you something

(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Shu

Eh. So I understand that life can be difficult at times, but please stay strong and never break down.

Reiji

Life will never be rosy. please be strong. It's inappropriate for a lady to be so sad. If you are very sad, come and drink tea with me, it always helps

Ayato

Eh... Well... Chichinashi I know life can suck, but it's not worth worrying about. Instead, do what you love and make the most of your life.

Laito

Oh bitch, maybe instead of worrying too much, have fun and have fun. How about a round of pleasure with your Laito-kun nufufu~

Kanato

Ah, my doll. Do not be sad. You have such a beautiful smile. Do what you love and live for the people you love.

Subaru

Hey you! Why are you sad? It's true, life is shitty... But it's not worth thinking about it...

Ruki

Ah, livestock. Life is changeable. There are worse and better moments. The people you meet along the way will be different, but there is no point in bothering with people and situations that are not worth it. Come on, I'll cook something you like.

Kou

Ah, m-neko-chan~ Please smile. I don't understand you people, why you are ruining your mental health because of the situations that are happening in your life. It's not worth living for the future and the past. what counts is what is here and now. Life, despite difficulties, can be beautiful

Yuma

You guys are really weird. Sow, don't worry about things you can't control. I know that sometimes you would like to disappear, but think what you can lose if you disappear from this world... When I wanted to disappear, my brothers appeared in my way. Something equally special may happen to you.

Azusa

Ah... Eve... I'm sorry you feel this way... but maybe... if you overcome this depression... it will pass... and happiness will come...?

(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Thank you for reading. Remember, stay strong. There is a way out of every situation, you just have to really want it.

I would also like to apologize for my English, because I know it is not perfect, in fact terrible... However, as I have already mentioned, I am from Poland and English is not my strong suit.

#diabolik lovers #headcanon #ruki mukami #dialovers ruki #diabolik lovers ask blog #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki laito #laito sakamaki #my candy love #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers reiji #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #depresion #national day

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bbiekazu · 6 months

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OCTOBER BIRDS.

Sometimes, sad memories resurface on the days that are supposed to be the happiest.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.

cw/genre: I had imagined this in a modern au… Other than that, angsty fluff and comfort for Kazu.

Something I put together tonight for my beloved Kazuha’s birthday ! It was inspired by a fanart I saw on twitter. It ended up being more angsty than I anticipated… Regardless, I hope you enjoy <3

Reblogs and comments appreciated !

‘Snap’

The sound of a camera shutter pulls you out from your momentary daze.

You turn around, smiling at the author of your unsuspecting picture.

He returns the smile, his features rivaling the gentleness of the sunset before you.

“Kazuha,” You chuckle. “Come join me already! Why so many pictures?” You ask him, with a soft laugh.

He closes his eyes for a moment. an enigmatic smile on those lips that whispered the sweetest verses.

In your silence, the white kitten that was resting on your lover’s shoulder until a moment ago, jumps down, running to rest on your lap.

You pet the little one in between his ears, as the feline purrs happily.

This time, Kazuha doesn’t take a picture.

He finally joins you, sitting beside you in the grass.

“Because you’re stunning, dove.” He replies to your lingering question.

His face nuzzles against the crook of your neck, rosy lips that carried the poetry of the wind and the sea, tenderly brushing your skin.

One of your hands reaches up to comb through his hair, stars threaded in silken moon flowing like waves against a clear sand coast.

“Why, thank you, but, you know, I’m not going anywhere, Kazuha.” A kiss to his temple. “You have me right here.”

He lets out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch.

It’s so peaceful here; just you and him, your kitten pawing his legs and the sounds of the late October birds.

Kazuha wishes he could capture this moment forever, to freeze it in time; a photograph that never succumbs to the inevitable passing of light and time.

“I know, I know…” The poet trails off, for once, seemingly at a loss for words. “It’s just… I don’t want this moment to end.”

You halt your movements.

“Kazuha.” You call his name, to him, to the last rays of sun that are hiding behind the distant horizon. “Look at me.”

Your hands cup his face, thumbs smoothing over his cheeks.

Those gentle autumn eyes draw you in, akin to the fleeting light of a candle on a snowy night. Warm, comforting, beckoning you to put your hands around it as you recall fond memories.

And yet, you can see so much grief and loss in them on instances like this one.

Long lashes flutter closed and open again, a complete constellation, enduring the blaze of a dawning sky.

“Today is your special day, my love.” You tell him, tone gentle. “It’s too beautiful a day to think about sad things, don’t you think?” You offer him a melancholy smile. Your hands find his, fingers slotting between his.

“Maybe…” He trails off. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this just now.” Kazuha lets out with a sigh.

“Don’t worry about it, my dear.” You scoot closer to him, arms wrapping around his form. “You’ll always have me here, I told you.”

For a fleeting moment, both your gazes stare at the approaching nightfall, coppery light fading to transitioning shades of blue flecked in silver.

At the point where they both merge, an intrepid shooting star dares to brave the twilight.

“Make a wish, Kazuha.” You whisper.

Your kitten meows, as if seconding your statement, eliciting a chuckle from the poet.

“Alright, done.” Is his reply, his gaze, that merges with the still orange horizon, focused on you.

Your faces are inches apart; the starry infinity reduced to your mingled breaths; every colliding nebula, silent in comparison to your tangled heartbeats.

You close the distance.

“Happy birthday, my beloved.”

Are your last words, before leaning in.

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pricelessemotion · 1 year

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Head over wheels | S.H.

Summary: steve takes you roller skating for your first date

Pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, (minor) roller skating-related injury

Word count: 0.8k

Notes: written in celebration of steve's birthday <3

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Max had warned Steve that this was a bad idea. When he told the redhead that he wanted to take you to the roller rink for your first date, she told him straight-up that he was gonna fall on his face and make a fool of himself. But, he insisted that his ninja-like stealth would make rollerskating second nature.

It’s just walking but on wheels, how hard could it be?

Apparently very fucking hard.

You had already done a few laps by the time you get back around to Steve, who is about ten feet from the entrance to the rink and gripping the wall for dear life. The referee has been pointedly yelling that Everyone has to keep it moving! and Steve has been resisting the urge to rip the skates off his feet and chuck them at him. His face is flushed a rosy pink from a combination of embarrassment and exertion. He can’t help but cringe at how sweaty his hand is when you go to grab it.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Stevie?”

“Me? Pff, yeah it’s just been a while. Just getting my bearings, that's all.” The high-pitch of his voice gives away the fact that he’s definitely lying, but you don’t seem to mind and it makes him fall in love with you even more.

“Well then, I better hold your hand until you get your bearings then, yeah?” The sly smile that tugs at your lips as you interlace your fingers with his almost makes Steve forget how mortifying this whole situation is.

The two of you push forward at a snail’s pace. In the time it takes to travel another ten feet, he’s seen other couples complete revolutions around the rink. You don’t seem to mind. You’re still holding his hand and leaning into him as if you need the support, which he knows that you don’t. Before long, he’s so distracted by the light conversation between the two of you that he doesn’t have to think too hard about not falling.

Whether that previous thought is about roller skating or about you, he can’t really tell.

Out of the periphery of his vision, Steve can see a blur of limbs that’s coming straight for you. You’re distracted, looking over at him and giving him tips on how to distribute his weight. Instinctually, he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you toward him just as the blur breezes past with a muttered ‘scuse me! thrown over their shoulder. Steve’s right arm flies behind him, hoping to somehow regain his sense of balance, but it’s already too late. It’s almost comical the way his skates fly out from under him as he lands on his left wrist with a sickening crack.

A whistle blows.

In any other situation, Steve would be really happy about the fact that you’re breathless and on top of him. He would use the opportunity to make some smooth comment, something along the lines of You should at least let me buy you dinner first. Unfortunately, all he can think about is the pain that’s radiating up his arm and the fact that he’s made a complete and utter fool of himself, just like Max said he would.

You clamber off of him, evidently unscathed by the absolute trainwreck this date has become. The music stops as everyone lines up against the walls, clearing the way for the referee who makes his way to Steve with a smug look and a first aid kit.

The snack bag of vending machine ice that you had so graciously gotten him is now mostly water. You’re simultaneously cooing over him and berating the asshole who decided to show off during a beginner’s skate session. The neon glow of the strobe lights paints the furrow of your brows a lovesick pink.

“This is a pretty lousy first date, huh?” Steve scratches the back of his neck. A nervous tick he can never seem to be rid of.

“Are you kidding?” You say, giving Steve an incredulous look. “You saved my life tonight. You’re practically my hero.”

Coming from anyone else, the words might sound ingenuine. Steve is used to sarcastic comments at his expense. He’s learned to take them in stride. But you’re not making fun of him. In fact, the earnestness in your voice gives him the confidence to lean across the table and plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“I guess you could say I literally fell for you.” Steve is already cringing before the words come out of his mouth. This time you really do laugh at him and he thinks he would make the joke a thousand times over if it meant he got to hear you laugh again.

Brushing a strand of hair away from his face, you bring your hand to cup his cheek.

“Maybe next time though, we can just go watch a movie?”

Sure, his pride is a little bruised and his wrist is going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but Steve can’t stop himself from being so incandescently happy that there is going to be a next time.

likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs are cherished ♥️

#steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #mimi wrote ✍️#steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #head over wheels #steve harrington x you

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lostindarkclouds · 11 months

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Alastor his s/o as a vampire elf like creature who is unbelievably beautiful and charming that captures so many people’s heart. Many people falls in love with them. S/o was beautiful(or handsome lol) that makes people go crazy for them. However, despite Alastor wasn’t interested in romance until he sees his s/o. S/o looks like they came out of fictional world but they are precious as well. (Wow, this sounds like a fairy tale, or so dreamy)

In fact, I have been building similar scenarios in my head for a long time and now I am very happy when I come across such a request.I intend to write this request in several different ways and in several parts.

🩸Alastor x Reader Fanfiction🩸

Alastor distinguishes very well which gossip is valuable and which is hollow.He couldn't help but listen when the rumors started to spread and you were being recognized by the demons.He was curious about you, but it was a very small moment. He had already forgotten about this gossip. Until he met You... It was a hot day in hell. There were very few people on the street due to the heat, but places like cafes or entertainment venues were full as usual.

Alastor loves to sunbathe. The sound of light-heeled shoes echoes in the empty streets. He has a loud song on his lips that he is not afraid to sing.He moves freely and sings with a happy face, but his feet carefully step towards his target and his eyes look around with judgmental eyes.

A richly flavored, sweet scent fills Alastor's nose.Being a cannibal after falling into Hell gave Alastor's some traits.

He can smell the sweet fresh meat. It's healthy and soft, yet so full and firm.

This is a slightly less tech town of the pride ring. It looks like a small resort close to the lake, but it is full of dangers.The majority of the people are cannibals and this is quite common. Demon slaughter and thefts are now a daily occurrence. Yes, this is Alastor's territory. Alastor doesn't run this place and he can play by the rules as often as he wants, but everyone knows how to behave in the radio devil's territory.

There is a new face among the ladies he greets every day. A man standing next to Rosie...

The moment Alastor meets his eyes, he is speechless.

"Good morning Mr Alastor"

Alastor hears the ladies' voices and greets them.Alastor's eyes look at the man in front of him with many emotions. He filters it thoroughly and evaluates it over and over again.

Alastor had never seen anything so unique before.

The man's sapphire-like blue eyes stare at the Alastor with no malice.His pale white skin looks unreal. And his long ice blue hair hangs down his waist. The man smiles and his long canines are exposed.The man greets Alastor with Rosie.

Alastor doesn't know how to name this image. His heart clenches and it's the first time he's been this quiet.

he stops looking at him when he realizes that the ladies stop chattering among themselves and focus on him.

"Good morning ladies!" Alastor greets the ladies with his carefully tuned charming voice and looks at Rosie. "Good morning Rosie..." A rose appears in Alastor's hand and Alastor hands it to Rosie.

Rosie takes the rose, and as soon as Rosie takes it, the rose disappears. “It's rare to see you these days, Alastor! There's nothing but roses you leave for me occasionally.I've invited you for coffee many times.' Rosie waves her hand indifferently. "Anyway, it's good to see you, good sir!"

Alastor smiles more and looks first at Rosie, then at the man.

"I see you're pretty busy too."

"Oh yes." Rosie smiles diabolically. "This is Y/N. He's my new model.

"It's a pretty good piece, isn't it?" Rosie makes a whispering sound, but everyone can hear it.The ladies laugh and look at Y/N. Y/N looks a little annoyed but still smiling and looking happy.

Is he aware that his cheek is red?

Alastor smiles at this image. Your cheeks are red and your pointed elf-like ears stick out from your hair.

Alastor knows very well what Rosie is doing.His dear friend has found a good toy and wants to share it for a good return.

You look so innocent and divine.He still doesn't know how in hell such a thing is possible.The demons here are ugly creatures, representing their sins. They took on an animal-like appearance. But you look like a fairy. Like the fairies in the books her mother always reads before she goes to sleep at night.

It's weird for Alastor to say that... You're so charming.

It looks like no one has gotten their teeth into you yet. Maybe these ladies really liked you.You should have known that in hell you can't really be friends with anyone.You should be thankful you didn't fall for scumbags like Valentino and Vox.

This crazy deer will take good care of you.

🩸🩸🩸....🩸🩸🩸

I must say Y/N won't be such an easy bite. I hope it will be a satisfying story. I didn't give up until what's next. Don't forget to warn me for my spelling mistakes.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #yandere alastor

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klttn · 19 days

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dunno if you do anything with any of this but! Rosie and Alastor qpr headcanons?

𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

pairing : platonic alastor x rosie

content!! : mentions of cannibalism

summary : rosie and alastor are the definition of platonic soulmates.

rosie is the only person that truly knows alastor down in hell; she understands him and accepts him and always makes sure he knows that. the only time alastor feels his smile can falter is around her.

i believe rosie is the only one to know all about alastor’s mother. him confiding in her on nights where he misses being a mamas boy and so badly craves her love. rosie is always there to give hers though. no matter what.

they gossip. i mean all the time. their favourite thing to do is spill tea about all their fellow overlords. you know rosie was the first person alastor told when he got confirmation on carmilla killing an angel. ‘you’ll never guess what i just found out, rosie dear‘ and they’d talk for hours about it too, always finishing the conversation off saying, ‘but who are we to judge,’ with big smiles across their faces. well even bigger than the permanent ones they always plaster.

speaking of tea, they consistently see eachother for tea parties, rosie making sure to procure the most finest of cannibal cuisine for her darling alastor. occasionally alastor would bring the meat for them, always of some pesky sinner who wronged them or a pathetic attempt of an overlord for them dine on as his way of showing her that he cares. but she already knows that.

they dance together. 100%. rosie’s is one of the only ones to share alastor’s love for the early 1900’s, his era. sometimes he misses the bars and the soft jazz of his human life and the way he would tear up the floor and dance with mimzy, being the best two out there. he can always count on rosie to help relive that part of his past. she'd be happy to be his dance partner til hells last dying days.

alastor may not know all that much about current slang or media but you bet that rosie is the one to teach him everything he knows. no old timey veteran like al is going to know the phrase ‘that’s the tea’, rosie was so proud when she heard that broadcast. he definitely went over after panicking, asking if he said it right.

on the topic of modern talk, rosie’s ‘ace in the hole’ joke definitely sent alastor for a spiral, “a what now!?”

they always encourage and humour eachothers evil and sadistic tendencies. giggling to eachother, knowing it’s wrong but caring so little as long as they have eachothers support. in fact 9/10 times the other is the cause of their bad habits.

all in all, they are platonic soulmates and neither would be without the other.

A/N : ahh!! this is so cute and wholesome…!! i love my cannibal cuties so much <3 i hope this did your request justice lovie

#mine ♡#⁺˳✧༚ dolly’s drabbles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor #alastor altruist #alastor and rosie #rosie and alastor #hazbin hotel headcanon

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androgynousblackbox · 2 months

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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZEURntrQOg "Happy Together - The Turtles (1967)" is the song that play on the background while Alastor is talking.]

"Good morning and good day to all our dear listeners. Alastor speaking here to you all from your favorite radio station on Hazbin Vale. How are you all doing? Ha ha, I am kidding of course! I don't care! I just feel like playing like one of those youngester that pretend to have a relationship with their audiences in order to emotionally manipulate them into giving them more money and attention.

But you and I, dear listemer, we know each other better than that, don't we? You know you will only get the most sincere forms of expression from me, because I know you would never, ever, ever, dare to lie to me. You may be just severely mistaken even if you think you are being honest.

First things first. I am doing great, thanks for asking.

I also imagine you can hear that annoying song on the background. I did not put it there. I don't know why it's doing that, but it hasn't stopped since I came in the building. It doesn't seem to come from any of my speakers either, I checked already. At least it's a nice enough song and it's not too loud. I guess I will let it slide this one time.

Anywhoo, do you want to know why I am in such good mood? No thank to any of you listening, that is for sure! Yesterday at Rosie's party to celebrate the death of Clarence I had the chance to talk with some of you and, oh boy, none of you do actually listen to a word I say it turns out!

Why do I bother to speak at all then? Should I just do incoherent wordless noises with my mouth for two hours? It would cause the exact same effect as to what people think are hearing here. Just put whatever meaning you want into it, you're used to that.

Some of you, not all, I have to admit, had the impression that I had a certain inclination for the toy maker that came to town recently and that is why I ran a background check on him. An inclination of a more… selfish nature.

I have no idea how could you ever come to that conclusion. I have done nothing else but to put in front of everyone my rationale as to why that man can't be trusted, I have done my due deligence to verify it and leave it all once it turned out to be a bust!

Let me dispell the rumours right now. I have never had a "crush" on anyone or anything. I don't even have the first idea of what going through that would be like. It sounds boring and stupid, so no, thank you. I will be glad to be spared such nonsense. The rest of you can have all the fun with that.

In your imaginations that is. Because clearly someone so delusional is never going to inspire good feelings from anyone else.

But how rude of me! I was talking about why I was in a good mood and I went on a bit of a rant there. For you, the listener who won't fell to such delirious thoughts, I will be speaking now. The rest can rot in hell for all I care. No, no, that is not a threat. It's a warning. There's a difference.

The party of Rosie was a success. Again, discouting unnecesary words that were said. It seemed that everyone in town decided to congregate there at once and Rosie told me that she was out of strawberry macaroon in less than one hour, per my recommendation. I do thank you all for that.

Between the talking and laughing, Rosie took me by the arm to direct me to Lucifer. I haven't noticed him at all until then. Not him or the fact that a group of people were around him, bunch of vipers all demanding his attention. I could just smell the gold digger stank from the door.

But what I really didn't see is the little girl hanging from his hand that smiled so easily to everyone in front of her. Two puppies were right next to her, as if to protect her.

The presence of Rosie was enough to disperse everyone so soon I was once again in front of the tiny man. His hair looked stupid as always, this time with a butterfly hairpin that, I imagine, his daughter must have put on him that morning and he forgot to take it out. Or he wanted to make a fashion statement, who knows.

Rosie was the one to speak first. She started by apologizing on my behalf for reading about his life here on the last broadcast. I wouldn't have gone so far to say that to his face but I… wasn't proud of that either. However rational and objective my worries were. So I am thankful that Rosie could say the words so much better than I could.

She told him to please not take it personally. It's only natural to be curious about new people when we all live on such a small town where everyone knows everyone. I did side eyed her a little when she downplayed all of my comments about him being a criminal and hiding something as me "just kidding around and playing it up for the show." Rosie, my dear, I am literally never more sincere than when I am in front of this mic.

Excuse me for having the best interest of this community at heart.

But I didn't feel like having an argument right there and then, so I let her continue. I should really get her sometime on here because that woman truly has a way with words. She could convince a flame to buy a gallon of water to drink.

The tiny toy maker smiled, with that stupid indulgent smile he has, and said that it was okay. I haven't said anything that anyone couldn't google by themselves and he was used to media outlets talking, he said. Whatever the hell that google thing was.

As if sparring me some grace, the little judge and jury. I wasn't that sorry anyway.

The more this man spoke to me, the more I had to wonder who did he thought he was. Looking up from his tiny height with those big doe eyes from hell that could swallow up entire cities. It was cutting out my breath as if his hand was a claw around my neck. I could barely hold it together to not make an excuse and ran away from him. You all can blame Rosie firm grasp for that, I know I do.

To make matters worse, that was her party, so she couldn't stay to talk with just one person and had to move around, leaving me alone with that man.

I never had anything but care and respect for Rosie, but I almost despise her a little bit at that moment. Then, suddenly, something brushed my hand and my soul could have jumped out of my mouth before looking down to see Charlie trying to grab my sleeve for attention.

I kneeled down to hear what she had to say. My mom raised a man with manners so I wasn't about to let a lady hanging. Her father could be a untrustworthy monster, but that wasn't her fault.

When I heard the words she whispered into my ear, I laughed. I couldn't contain myself. Lucifer asked what was so funny, so I was glad to tell him. She wanted me to hold her up so she could see the chocolate on the top shelfs.

You know, because her dad was so tiny that he didn't reach it himself, ha!

Children can truly be ruthless sometimes. I forget that is one of their virtues.

Oh, the red that tinted his cheeks wasn't disgusting at all. I wouldn't mind seeing something like that again. Now it was his turn to struggle to find something to say before giving me permission to do just that. I just love the smell of justice, dear listener, don't you?

Charlie, despite her unfortunate genetics, was a good kid that didn't move that much when I lift her up, telling her about the expensive chocolate exactly as how I remembered Rosie explaining them to me. On the lower shelf was the candy destined for children, full of fun colors and more simple designs, but up there was the fancy selection.

That kind of chocolate that comes from other countries, has weird ingredients on it or is just filled with some kind of alcohol. In my personal opinion, the ones with brandy were the best.

But somehow I imagined that Lucifer wasn't the kind of "cool dad" that would let his toddler get drunk on chocolate, so I kept my recommendation on the non alcoholic options. At last, Charlie choose a box with simple truffles covered in chocolate, but painted to look like jewells. She looked more happy with how pretty they were than with the idea of eating them.

One of Rosie's employees finalized the purchase, that Lucifer of course had to do without blinking an eye for the price and I had to my roll my eyes at the display.

We get it, you have money. You have a fortune out of your own work, you are the one true American dream. There is no need to brag about it. Arrogant much?

Ah, but my sense of friendship force me to tell you all that the prices of Rosie's Chocolate Botique are 100% fair and just, not inflated at all in the slightest. I am just a poor and bitter soul who only enjoys those brandy candy when my good friend brings them to me for her visits. The ones with the red wrapping for the next time, Rosie, dear, yes?

But coming back to my tale, I have to say that, despite everything I have seen, I can still very much be surprised. When Charlie opened up her new box, I thought she was just going to eat her chocolate right there, as she had every right to do. Instead she took out a piece that was coloured like a ruby and put it on my hand.

She said that one was for me. Then she gave another one in blue to her father. And she ran around the place to find Rosie, her puppies following behind, just to give her another one that I couldn't get to see. Rosie was so moved by this small gesture that she made a high pitch noise as she hugged the kid, assuring Lucifer that she was so cute that she would never eat her up.

Don't you mean that you could, asked Lucifer.

Rosie laughed and kissed both cheeks of Charlie before putting her on the floor. She also tried to feed the chocolate to her puppies later on, but Lucifer caught her on time.

They weren't even real puppies for what he told me so it's not like they were going to get sick. But it was so annoying cleaning up their insides if food got stuck on them so it was better to not give them any. They were prototypes for eternal puppies he wanted to make. Robots covered in fur called Dazzle and Razzle, just for Charlie. I did not say it, and I am still not going to say it, but it could have almost fooled me. Almost.

The rest of the party was splendid. You wouldn't even remember that this was all thanks because a woman died in a terribly gruesome and painful way. Not that I would know anything about it.

There was still plenty of buzz around when I decided it was enough for me. Charlie was completely out against the chest of her father and Lucifer kept his coat on top of her to protect her from the cold. I was saying that I always enjoyed Rosie's parties, but I needed to go back home to sleep early because, well, you are listening the reason right now.

Lucifer was bitting his lip and looking at everywhere while I was saying my goodbyes. He looked so miserably lost that I finally asked if something was wrong.

That is when he invited me to take a coffee if I wanted to.

Now, listener, don't get the wrong impression. I mean it and no, ignore the static, we are all ignoring it right now.

Listen to what I am actually saying instead of coming out with your own wild interpretations. I know you can do it. You are smart. That is why you are hearing the radio instead of googling.

I said yes. Only because this man looked so pitiful and pathetic that saying no would be like kicking a puppy after killing it's mom in front of him. Too damn easy. His stupid big eyes were too big that night, blame them. Like I have said many times and demostrated countless others, I am no monster.

So I said yes out of pity and absolutely nothing else. A mercy date. I should be louded for it if nothing else.

Besides, it's just a cup of coffee. No need to make a bigger deal of it than it is. Even thought it's still a huge inconvenience for me. I have a very busy schedule, listener, you see, so it's really hard to make an space for such act of charity. Damned my blasted sense of common decency.

Mmm.

Oh, but that is not the reason why I am in a good mood! Not at all! In fact, I barely even thought about it the rest of the night on the way home. I almost completely forgot about it until right now that I told you!

No, the reason I am happy is because I got to taste that ruby chocolate with my coffe this morning. The chocolate was great. Amazing value for it's price, clearly worth every penny.

What, did you thought it was anything else?

Does a man really need a reason to smile, dear listener? Isn't enough that he does? We all should probably smile more often. Maybe then we won't let our imagination bring out the worst of us.

I should really know where that music is coming from.

Now, the weather…"

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 5 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 10: Snowman Characters: Pomefiore + Sebek (Sebeppy my beloved) --------------------------------------------------

"Roi du Poison have you seen-" "Your hat?" Vil stood looking outside the window from the hallway in his dorm, watching something below rather intently with a fond smile on his face. "It's not like you to loose track of your things Rook. I don't think of anyone being able to steal something from you successfully though." His smile grew a little more as he nodded towards the outdoors, an invitation to look outside with him. Rook's eyes widened slightly before he laughed. "Ah, he must have taken it from my room when I was at science club. He's taken after the Trickster, though I can't say I mind." Vil glanced at Rook for a moment. "Well he shouldn't have gone into your room without permission, if you're willing to let it slide this once-" "Oui, my beautiful Vil. Look at how happy he is with Monsieur Crocodile. The rosy hue on his cheeks is not caused by the cold alone. If borrowing my hat brings forth the opportunity for connection, as well as such beauty and vitality to our little apple, so be it." Vil couldn't help but smile more at the two freshmen playing in the snow. --------------------------------------------- Sebek squirmed a bit as he watched Epel balance on his tip toes to add his upperclassmens hat to the snowman they had just built. It was getting a little nippy out, so Sebek buried the lower half of his face into his scarf and shoved his hands under his arms to keep them warm. But that wasn't why he was squirming. He could feel someone watching him and he didn't like it. He ignored it though, when Epel called him over to come look at the snowman they had made, complete with accessories Epel insisted he "borrowed." After they snapped a quick photo, Epel took he hat off and brushed it off best he could. "I have to put this back before Rook notices it's gone. If you want to wait in the lobby to warm up, I can walk you back to Diasomnia after....Sebek?" He pouted a bit, Sebek's attention clearly not on him until he poked his arm gently. Instead of the response he wanted, Sebek pointed at the dorm hallway window. "He already knows."

"......goddamnit," Epel squinted up at the window to see if he could tell Vil and Rook's expressions. Maybe it was a tender mercy he couldn't. "Ok....let me go see what I have to do to apologize..." He sighed dejectedly and held the hat a little closer to him. "I might be a while depending on Vil's mood. You don't have to wait for me." Sebek hesitated for a moment, before following closely behind Epel, hiding into his scarf more, trying to get his nose covered up. "I'd rather warm up first. I'll just sit in the lobby for a bit and wait for you." Epel looked back at him, blue eyes wide as saucers until he buried his face into his scarf, trying to hide the rising blush and the stupidly big grin on his face. "O-okay....if you want to." As he walked into the dorm though, his smile dissipated. Rook and Vil were standing there, waiting for him. He felt rather regretful now, kind of hiding behind Rook's hat. Rook's smile fell as well as he watched Epel's body language fold in on himself. "Monsieur cherry apple...why are you so deflated? You were having fun with Sebek, non? I'm rather impressed with you. I can count on one hand the amount of times someone has genuinely managed to catch me off guard. Well done. I'll be taking my hat back now dear Epel, and you can run along." He smiled brightly as he plucked his hat back from Epel and placed it on his own head cheerily. "Be back before 8pm. Have fun Epel." Epel was left dumbfounded as his two upperclassmen exchanged knowing smiles and let him off easy. He wouldn't give it too much thought though, turning around and beaming at Sebek, rocking on his heels happily and blushing a bit. "Looks like we get a few more hours together! I...If you're ok with it..." Epel tried not to come off as too eager, but Sebek seemed to enjoy the enthusiasm. "Of course! I shall show you all of my favourite photos of Malleus!" Sebek beamed. Epel looked up at him, a little confused, amused, but not surprised. "....Yeah I'd love to." Responding like a goddamned liar. However, as Epel fell into place next to Sebek, he couldn't help but feel any time with him was time well spent.

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 8

Rosie joined them in the parlor with a tray of tiny sandwiches and a pot of tea. “Alright Alastor, what seems to be the problem? You know I don't normally do relationship advice for free.”

He sighed, and his eyes gave an apologetic look alongside his smile. “I know my dear, I can offer a few other souls under my command if you desire. But I am in a rather unusual situation.” He motioned towards Zariah, who was just happily sipping the tea that was poured for her, tails swishing lazily.

Rosie looked at her, “I'm gonna need a little more explanation than that Alastor. You know you're ace right?”

Zariah's ears perked up and she raised her hand slightly, “so am I!”

He raised an eyebrow, “what does me being exceptional have to do with… this arrangement I've found myself in?” He was genuinely confused, but Zariah decided to help.

“Oh! Ace is short for Asexual in this case! A term for those who don't experience sexual attraction. Some can still enjoy those kinds of encounters to please their partner, while others are completely repulsed by the idea of participating. I'm in the second category, too many fluids, ick.” She scrunched her face, then went back to sipping her tea like nothing was said.

Rose nodded, “ah, alright, then maybe you two won't be that bad of a match after all. You're quite the well informed little thing aren't ya?”

Zariah purred at the compliment, “thank you, ma'am. Did Al bring me here because you're good at relationship advice?”

“That's right sweetie! Now, what kind of relationship are we looking at here?”

“Well, she claims to be in love with me, but I have my doubts about these claims. I own her soul, but I feel she got more out of the deal than I realized, and I'm more than a little angry about it.”

Rosie raised an eyebrow, “really now? She got the upper hand on you? Now that is surprising.” She turned her attention back to Zariah, “do you really love him dear?”

Zariah nodded, “I'd do anything for him. I already told him all I want is platonic affections, but he doesn't seem to believe me. I mean, I'd like cuddle time and mayyybe a few forehead or cheek kisses. But I'm not gonna force him into any of that if he doesn't like touching.”

Alastor sighed and pet the top of her head, causing her to purr. “She does seem to enjoy physical affection quite a bit. So I suppose I am inclined to believe that part.”

“Oh, I did think of something else that might upset you that I should tell you about. But, how comfortable are you with Auntie Rosie knowing the details of our deal?” She looked up at Alastor.

He pulled his hand back, “Ah, dear. Of course you would. I'm starting to expect this from you.” She could tell he wanted to grimace despite his smile. “Well, go ahead. There's nothing about our deal that she could use against me.” He tried to sound confident and unbothered, but she kept surprising him at every turn.

She nodded and made the chain from their soul deal appear. It was still a collar around her neck, but this time, it was a mix of green and blue, and the other half was shackled to his wrist. Alastor looked at it with wide eyes. He was screaming inside his head, and a screeching radio static could be heard coming from him.

Rosie looked worried as well, “Oh my… that's no good. Zariah, what kind of deal did you make?”

“He owns my soul, and he has to be my protector and caretaker.”

Rosie sighed, looking relieved “Is that all? Alright. Sweetie, mind if Alastor and I talk alone for a while? Let me have you wait in another room for a bit.”

Zariah looked at Alastor, who was still staring at the shackle and seemingly broken. She nodded and made it disappear.

“Okay… maybe I should have kept this to myself…” She felt terrible, she'd hurt him so much lately, when all she wanted to do was make him happy… there had to be something she could do right. Right?

Once she was put aside, Rosie looked at Alastor, and sighed. He was still staring at his wrist even though the chain was gone. The screeching had stopped at least.

She walked over to him and waved her hand in front of his face, “Alastor, wake up.” He blinked and looked up at her.

“Rosie, I don't know how this happened.”

“I know dear, but it'll be fine. I'll help you however you need, but first I need to know what you want.” She put a hand on one of his hands, kneeling next to his chair. He looked at her, his only real friend in hell. The one person he could actually trust in this nightmare of a place.

“I… don't know what I want. Her powers are extremely useful to me… and she's a delight to be around when she's not stressing me to the point of madness.”

Rosie nodded, “does she make you feel warm and fluttery inside?”

He nodded back, “sometimes…” He gripped a hand at his stomach, remembering how he felt when she healed him, and how she felt in his arms carrying her, and how soft her fur and hair were…

“Hm, then I think you care really deeply for her. Only you can put a name to it, but my instincts say it might be some form of love.” His nose wrinkled for a second as she said this.

“Now don't give me that look, you know there's different kinds of love. Like our friendship, I'm comfortable saying I love ya. And so is she. I think she wanted you to be attached to her so she can care for you. She seems to be a romantic at heart from what I can tell. Now, I'm gonna let you think for a bit about your feelings, and I'm gonna go learn more about her and see if you two really are compatible or not.”

She patted his hand and got up.

He was left alone with the finger sandwiches, and started snacking while left with his thoughts. What is it that he felt for her? She was just supposed to be a pet. Something to play with like Husker and Nifty. But… she was so unapologetically sincere and kind. She was also weak and innocent. A proper gentleman protects and cares for those who are weaker. He hadn't really lost any control or power. He needed to care for her to keep her around as well to use her powers when he needed them… Ah, he really was being silly, wasn't he? She hadn't done anything to deserve his animosity, he truly was being an ass. He needed to fix things, he supposed.

By the time Rosie came back out with Zariah, the entire plate of snacks were gone. “Alright, Alastor. Turns out you got yourself one hell of a catch here and you better not lose her. She's probably the only woman who can handle you, seeing as you have a lot of similarities with her ex. So you two enjoy your queer platonic relationship, and actually talk about your feelings.” She looked at the plate and rolled her eyes, “ugh, you'd eat me out of house and home if you ever stayed for dinner with your appetite! Go on, you and I can talk later about payment for the help. Just call it an owed favor for now.”

He stood up and bowed, “Ladies, I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself earlier. I fear I must admit, there's something going on that has had me out of sorts lately. I promise to get a better handle on myself.”

Zariah smiled and walked over, hugging him as soon as he straightened back up.

“I know. It's okay Al, we'll get through this together.” She purred, and he felt that warm fuzziness again. And he felt less sore… was she healing him?! Is that what the “butterflies” feeling was all along?! Oh thank god that made more sense. He sighed and smiled softly, hugging her back. He didn't usually like touch, but… he could make her an exception. Sometimes.

Rosie smiled, “aww, that's just adorable! If you can really learn to trust each other, you two really will stand the test of time.”

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rosy day [one shot]

-fluff/comfort

-Pediatrician!Johnny x Surgeon!OC

Word count: 6k

Summary: You spend your day-off by watching a movie with your daughter and your boyfriend. It's their first meeting, well after he made her cry in the clinic for a vaccine shot.

Warnings: foods and act of eating is mentioned, also if there are any errors in spelling or grammar that I missed, I’m sorry in advance. English is not my first language.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the people, characters, names, or concepts mentioned above. Please do not post my work in other platforms without my permission. Reblog, like, or any comment is gladly appreciated.

Coming to your apartment was the best part of the day. Especially after a 12 hour surgery, you definitely deserved a warm bath, a glass of wine and a good sleep tonight. Thankfully, tomorrow is your day off and you plan to enjoy your rest day to the fullest. You fetch the keys to your unit while thinking of the many hugs and kisses you'll get from your little one.

“Mommy’s here!”, a small voice can be heard as you insert your key to the door and unlock it.

“Rosy dear, don’t run towards the door, you don’t want to get a booboo on the knee don’t you?”, you heard Mrs. Bell’s voice as she reminds your five-year-old to be careful. She lives just across your unit and she’s been fond of your child ever since you moved into the building.

It was the best choice to have someone look after her that she already knows and sees on a daily basis. On your usual schedule, you would drop her off at kindergarten and your parents would pick her up and bring her to their house. After work you would pick her up in their house and also have your dinner there. But today, your parents were not available since they flew out of the country to visit your sibling.

You opened the door and what welcomed you was a warm smile and a big hug from your daughter. You give her a big smooch on the cheeks as you carry her and feel the love from your baby girl.

"Mommy, did you save lives today? How many?", she excitedly asked you.

"We did save a life today! That's why mommy got home late tonight, I'm sorry we didn't get to have dinner together tonight.", when you finish work early on Fridays, both of you usually stroll around the park when you pick her up and then have dinner while watching a movie she picked.

"It's okay, auntie ate with me and we watched Kung Fu Panda! Mommy, I wanna learn karate!" Last week, she wanted to be a surfer because of a Babrbie movie she saw and the week before that she wanted to become a chef.

"I hope you were a good kid for Mrs. Bell’s today, or did you give her a hard time?”, you jokingly said to your daughter while laughing with your neighbor. Of course you had an idea how she behaved today, she’s always a good kid but has good chances of being too ecstatic during playtime.

“Of course she was a wonderful kid, very smart and energetic,” Mrs. Bell says with a motherly smile on her face. You know your kid can be a handful at times since she has a lot of energy and there are times that even you can’t keep up with it. Along with her adventurous side she’s also a very smart kid, always curious with her environment and you are very much willing to nurture her in every way. As cliche as everyone says it, but your little Rosy is the center of your life, she never fails to put a smile on your face and remind you what love is.

You bid your goodbyes to your neighbor and generously thanked her for being with your little one for today. You put your kid down on the couch in the living room while she was babbling about the happy things that happened on her day. From how she enjoyed the snacks that you prepared for her, what she learned from kindergarten today etc.

“Sweetheart, I have good news for you! I have the day off tomorrow! We can finally go to the cinemas and watch Despicable Me!”, you excitedly told her.

“Really!I will sleep early tonight so I can wake up early tomorrow and we can go to the cinemas early and play a lot!”, she exclaimed.

“And not just that, we’ll have a special guest tomorrow, we’ll watch the movie with my friend!”

“Who's your friend?” she asked.

“Remember the very tall doctor you met in Mommy’s office last week. When you visited me with gran-gran and pop-pop?” you try to paint the picture of what happened last week when she first met Johnny.

“The giant doctor?”

That made you laugh a little, and you’re not gonna deny it because he is really tall.

“Yes my love, that giant doctor. He will join us for a fun weekend tomorrow!”, you try to make it more exciting because you know how she is with new people.

“That’s the doctor that gave me an ouchie!”, she remembered her vaccine shot last week. With her shocked face as she remembers her encounter with the ‘giant’ doctor, you are starting to get nervous if she will still want to go to the cinemas with him.

“Well baby, he needed to give you that ouchie because it will help you get stronger so you won’t get sick”, you patiently explained.

“But why him? Why not Auntie doctor?”, she’s referring to your other colleague, the one she met several months back and eventually became comfortable with.

“Because he's a very close friend of mine and he really wants to meet you. He’s a pedia, my love. A kid’s doctor! He’s got stickers of the movies you like, you'll like him.”

Now you’re trying your best to make sure that your daughter will not have any second thoughts on your weekend fun day as you’ve planned this since last month, aligning it to Johnny’s day off and yours. And most importantly, you just want your daughter to finally meet your boyfriend of almost 2 months.

Yes, you and Johnny have been dating for a few months now. He just moved to town four months ago and got a job as a pediatrician in the same hospital as yours. You met each other when you both worked on a case for a surgery on one of his patients. From then on, everything just fell into place. And now, Johnny has been requesting this fun day with you and your daughter for weeks. You understand that he just wants to be more knowledgeable about your life outside of work and when he met Rosy for the first time, he made it a mission to himself to at least be closer to her after she cried loudly after he gave her vaccine shot.

“Does he have My Little Pony stickers?”, she asked while crossing her arms.

“Yes! He has all of your favorite stickers!”, you really aren’t sure. You just wish Johnny is prepared to meet your daughter since you’ve told him quite a few things about your daughter on your first few dates.

“But what if he gives me a new ouchie?”, you can really see the worry in her eyes.

“He won’t do that my love, he actually wants to play with you”.

“But-”, your daughter was cut short by your phone ringing. You told her to get ready for bed and instructed her to brush her teeth and change into her jammies.

You got your phone from your bag and saw your lover’s contact name.

Joh-giya ♥️ is calling…..

“Hi, I just got home”, you sweetly said.

“Hi babe, I just got home too. Walking up to my unit actually. So, we’re good for tomorrow right? You told her that we’ll see the movies?” excitement was spilling out of his voice.

“Well, you know how she is with new people and apparently she still remembers the vaccine shot you gave her in the past” you slowly and carefully told him.

“Oh no.”

“But I assure you she’s excited to meet you and see the movie, I also told her you have a lot of My Little Pony stickers you know how she loves those.” you are really trying to lift his mood up and make it seem that he has nothing to worry about meeting Rosy tomorrow.

For a few seconds you hear nothing on Johnny’s end. Is he contemplating whether to go with your plan for tomorrow or does he want to back out? Maybe this is the part that he realizes that dating someone with a kid is not as easy as he thought, maybe this is the part where he calls-

“If you want you can back-”

“I’ll just do my very best to be close to her and make her see me in a different light, no? Not the giant doctor that gave her an ouchie anymore” he chuckled as he said it.

“Yeah, I think so”

He really knows what to say to you at any moment. He knows what you need to hear at the moment to ease your worries. Johnny is a great person, not just a great in his profession but as a person he does his all for the people he loves. Maybe luck is on your side this time around. After so many attempts in finding partners in the past years, it's hard to let new people in your life. But him, he’s different. You never met someone that is willing to know you more and the people that you love. He wants to get to know the entire you, not just the doctor part of you or just the single mom part of you. He wants you as a whole, with everything that you have and everything that you are willing to share.

“Okay, see you tomorrow at 11 AM, I’ll pick you up? Let’s get lunch before we watch the movies.”

“Yeah, 11 AM is good for us.”

“Got it, you better get ready for bed too, I know you had a long surgery today. Good job today Doctor, I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you Johnny, that means a lot.”, a warm feeling crept in your heart sending butterflies to your stomach and a smile on your face.

You both bid goodbyes and ‘i love you’s’ before ending the call. As you entered your daughter’s room, you saw her already finished putting on her pajamas. You went to her small book shelf and looked at the selection of fairy tales that you’ll read for her tonight.

“Mommy, can I sleep on your bed tonight?” she asks sweetly while holding her whale plushie.

“Yes of course my love. What storybook do you want to read before we sleep?”

“I want to read about Rapunzel tonight.”

You got the book and led her to your room. Hand in hand you help her get on the bed and you lay beside her finding a good spot for the both of you as you start to read the book. This is how your usual nights go by. You read a story book to her as sleep pulls her and and you gently untangle yourself from your daughter, to freshen up and change in your sleeping clothes.

As you lay down again beside your daughter, several thoughts are now firing up in your mind. Not quite sure whether you are excited or just fully anxious on how your daughter will behave tomorrow. She can be a handful at times since she’s just a kid she’s still developing and there are things that are beyond her understanding. Since it has been just the two of you since she was born, she can’t help it to feel jealous when your full attention is not on her. There are also times that your parents would just appear in the hospital looking for you because your daughter has been crying for a while and just wants to be with you. It scares you how she will react when she finally understands that Johnny is just more than a friend, although she might not really understand what a boyfriend is at first. And with those concerns about Rosy reacting badly to Johnny tomorrow, you also worry that if things don’t go as planned tomorrow this is the end for the both of you. You can’t handle a heartbreak right now, not from Johnny. The feelings that you have for this man are just different from the others. It’s sincere. Pure.

You hug your daughter closer trying to calm yourself, she moves a bit and softly says ‘mommy’ while trying to hug you with her small arm. Placing a soft kiss on her head you slowly close your eyes and drift to sleep.

-The next morning-

You woke up around 8 o’ clock, and started the day by checking your phone for any emails or important messages from work. Untangling yourself carefully from your daughter, you do a little stretch before going to the kitchen. You started brewing a nice warm tea, no coffee for today since you want to cut off your coffee intake as you always have coffee in your workplace. You cleaned up the apartment a bit before cooking breakfast for the both of you.

After finishing up in the kitchen, you enter your room to wake up Rosy. Gently kissing her forehead and softly saying her name, she opens her eyes and does a little stretch.

“Good morning my love, it’s time for breakfast”.

You both eat a fulfilling meal. As you clean up the table and wash the dishes your daughter is watching the television while playing with her dolls. After a while you then tell her that she needs to take a bath now since Johnny or the giant doctor is going to come here soon.

She may be unpredictable at times but what is noteworthy about your daughter is that she follows your instructions most of the time and seldomly gives you any tantrums or cries when things don't go her way.

After the both of you have taken a bath and have arranged your bags, Johnny sent a message that he’s already in the parking area of your building. You tried your best to limit the things to bring for your activities today and don’t want to have too much stuff in your bag.

“Rosy, baby get your bag ready, we'll be leaving in a few, Doctor Johnny is just downstairs and about to come up here.”

She did as she was told too and not long after you heard a knock on your front door. Trying to hide your excitement and nervousness, you take a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hi babe”, Johnny said with a big smile on his face while holding a small bouquet of pink tulips and a medium-sized paper bag on both hands.

“Hi, how was your drive?” The hint of happiness and excitement in your voice drowned the worries in your head on how this day will go. You gently put your arms around his neck to welcome him with a warm hug and a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Mommy! Did you see my pink butterfly clip? And my purple ribbon?” your daughter asks loudly from her room and as you turn around you see her running to the corridor and halt when she sees the man in the front door. She just stood there, with curiosity in her eyes. Leaning on the floor she gave the most adorable eyes ever not knowing how to react to his presence.

“Rosy, Johnny is here, come say hi!” She slowly came near you and put her short arms around your legs, trying to hide herself from the giant man in front of her.

“Hello Mister Johnny, I’m Rosy” she said, introducing herself just as you two practiced. Johnny slowly crouched and gave his brightest smile to her. It was warm, endearing, and welcoming. It's like a ray of sunshine.

“Hello Rosy, I’m glad to meet you. Your mom says you like My Little Pony?” He extended his hand to make a little handshake with her. She accepts his hand and shakes it ever so lightly while nodding her head, answering his question.

“Well I think I brought a friend that you would like to meet” he gave her the paper bag.

When she opened the bag, she did the cutest gasp ever. She quickly grabbed whatever it was in the bag and gladly showed it to you. “Mommy it's Twilight Sparkle!” It was a stuffed doll from her favorite characters and this particular one was what she requested for her upcoming birthday.

“It is! So don’t you have anything to say to Mister Johnny?”

“Thank you, Mister Johnny” she cutely said while hugging her new toy.

You instructed Rosy to finish up preparing her bag and you now fully invited your lover into your humble home offering him something to drink. Not long after, Rosy came running with her pink backpack announcing that she is ready to leave. You do a quick check on both of your bags justo to make sure you’ve brought enough incase you needed anything for your daughter. After all is set the three of you leave your unit and go down to the parking lot looking for Johnny’s car.

Upon entering you noticed that his car smells different. It used to have a clean minty smell but now it smelled like a fresh garden of flowers.

“Mommy it smells like lavender in here”

“Yes it does-”, you were cut short.

“Well, your mommy told me that you liked the scent of flowers and you love the car freshener she uses,” Johnny explained.

You are quite embarrassed to admit, but when you two go on dates you can’t help but to share some stories about your daughter and Johnny made it very clear that he doesn’t mind it at all. He could listen to you all day sharing the fun things you and Rosy have done in the past. His interest in your life led up to your decision of asking him to join you mommy-daughter day.

All three of you arrived at the cinemas about thirty minutes before the next show. There was a line at the ticket booth but it was not that long and you were sure that you’ll still make it to the next screening.

“I’ll just buy us tickets, would you mind if you take Rosy to the snack bar? Here’s some money get any snack you want too” you spoke as you fetched your wallet in your bag.

“Actually, I already bought the tickets last night online. I was worried we could be stuck in line for the tickets and eventually miss the movie” he said with a small smile.

You were touched by his thoughtful gesture. He wants nothing but good things to happen today.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you. I guess let’s just go straight to the snack bar.”

Johnny insisted on buying the snacks for the three of you but you did not let him, arguing that he already paid for the movie tickets so it was your turn to buy the snacks. Eventually, he did let you.

While in line for popcorn, you told your daughter to wait for you on the benches with Johnny. At first she did not like your suggestion because it will be the first of today that she’ll be alone with him even for just a few minutes. But after a little more convincing she did what she was told.

She sat quietly beside her not until Johnny spoke to her. You saw that she gave a little nod and shook her head as short responses to him. You didn’t notice that Johnny looked at you and can’t help but to think if you’re waiting to see any interaction between the two of them.

Johnny is naturally a charming person. He is often described as warm, comfortable and welcoming by your colleagues so it was something for you to ponder why your daughter hasn’t been interacting with him that much given that he was going the extra mile to make your daughter comfortable.

From seeing your so what worried expression, Johnny was determined to make extra efforts to get you daughter on his good side.

As you received everything you ordered from the counter, you turned and started to walk in your boyfriend and daughter’s direction. You were a little bit shocked to see that they were now playing with your daughter’s toys. She already took out two of the small dolls you permitted her to bring and the doll Johnny gave her. From where you are you can hear the faint giggles your daughter made as Johnny held her dolls on his face and made an animated voice.

He waves the hands of the purple bear, “Hello Princess Rosy! My name is Purple the Bear, can we be friends?”.

Walking slowly as you savor the loving scene in front of you. They were having fun conversations and Johnny had to stand up to do these actions that made your daughter burst out her adorable laugh. He really has that charm with kids no? Well, he is a pediatrician after all. He must really find kids fascinating. When you asked him on one of your dates why he chose his specialization.

“Seeing their adoring eyes whenever they’re in my clinic, I just see so much innocence and boundless potential. Plus, kids have this amazing imagination and they remind me to have hope on several things and to appreciate the little things around me. Given the pacing of our work, we tend to miss out what’s happening around us and have a little fun once in a while”.

He sees children more than they are unlike other people.

As you approach them your daughter stood up from her chair and got her small packet of gummies from you. Rosy packed her toys in her bag as Johnny takes the big popcorn tub and the cup holder for your drinks.

The three of you entered the cinema house and found your seats. The cinema was not completely empty or cramped, a handful of people were also here. You led them to your seats in the aisle end of the middle row. Once everyone was seated, Rosy immediately opened her snacks and began munching on her gummy bear. You reminded her that if she finished her snack when the movie starts she won’t be getting another. Of course, you also want to watch Despicable Me. She tapped you gently at your arm as she offered to share her snacks with you. She was mumbling something but with the loud sound in the theater, you can’t really understand her.

“What was that again love?”

“I said, can we switch seats please?”

The seating arrangement was your daughter benign the nearest to the aisle seated next to you and Johnny was at your right side.

“Oh why? Does being near the aisle bother you?”

“No, I just want to seat next to the giant doctor”

That was surprising, well maybe they bonded well when you were buying the snacks.

“Of course, my love”

You gently turned to Johnny and he was already looking at you.

“Well the boss baby wants to seat next to you”

You swore to the heavens that you saw his eyes sparkle as a loving smile crept into his face. The movie began as the three of you sat in your chairs. Once in a while, Johnny would be giving comments about the movie to your daughter that would make her giggle.

“I want a unicorn doll like that too! Mommy, can you buy me one?”, your daughter exclaimed.

“But you just got a new doll today my love”

She was about to make a sad face but then turned to Johnny on her right, “Mister Johnny can you buy me that unicorn doll please”.

It was embarrassing for you to see your daughter ask your boyfriend for a new toy when he just gave her a present earlier and on their first official meeting.

“We can drop by the-”

“Rosy, I said no.”, cutting him off with your hushed voice. Johnny looked like a scolded puppy after.

“Okay, sorry mommy.”, she may be a handful at times but your daughter knows when she crossed the line and sees when you’re already upset with her.

That little situation did not break the great mood of the three of you. You all still managed to proceed with watching the movie and enjoyed it especially with your daughter.

After the movie, you went to a kid’s playhouse at the next mall. All three of you went inside and played with your daughter. It’s been a while since you laughed so hard that you ended up crying. You tried the slide, the ball pit, and even played cafe with your daughter as the waiter. And Johnny? Everytime you looked at him to check if he was also enjoying, all you could see were his dimples and his big smile. He was making these exaggerated expressions just to show your daughter how delicious the plastic cupcake was.

After a while, everyone was hungry from all the activities you did in the playhouse and decided that it was time to get dinner. You opted for fast food since it was quicke and you can’t handle your hunger. Also, it’s your day-off and junk food is definitely a must. You and your daughter sat down as you found a table and Johnny insisted that he’ll order. While waiting for him, you grabbed your daughter’s backpack and checked if all of her things were complete, you don’t want a crying kid in the middle of the night because a certain doll was missing. Fortunately, everything was already in her bag.

“Did you enjoy today sweetheart? What do you think of the movie?”

“I love the movie! I really want that unicorn doll mommy, but I won’t ask for it now maybe next time”

“How about Mister Johnny, did you enjoy his company today?”

“Well, Mister Johnny is very-”

Rosy was cut off by Johnny and one of the staff as they put down the trays of your orders. All of you instantly got your hands on each of your orders, munching them down happily as they fill your stomachs. Rosy didn’t get to finish what she was supposed to say because the kid was famished after exerting all of her energy in the playroom.You didn’t mind because food was the only thing in your mind as soon as you saw your orders. Both you and Johnny also enjoyed the food as much as you can. It was a good feeling just to fill up your stomachs and sit for a while after what you did in the playhouse. It was hard for two adults to chase after an energy filled kid in the ball pit.

While you were eating your dessert, you noticed that your daughter was trying to fight her sleepiness. She had her little spoon on her right hand and her sundae cup and she had her head leaning from to back and her eyes closing bit by bit as she refused to let sleep have her.

Eventually, she concedes and gives you her sundae for you to finish. And as always, she wants to sit on your lap, lean her body to yours and make you soldiers her pillow. This has always been her comfortable position whenever she sleeps. Even at home when she has a nightmare or something, she’ll go to your room and ask to be held like this.

Johnny was just staring, admiring rather, the situation in front of him. He really doesn’t have any explanation as to why he is smiling ear to ear when all you did was to have your daughter sleep on you. It was cute, he can say that. From how Rosy was fighting her sleepiness to eventually reaching out for you so she can sleep. Maybe, it was the fact that he can really see your relationship and bond with your child. It was admirable. Just how much a mother can love their child. He makes a mental note to talk to his mom one of these days.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked with a chuckle. “Do I have chocolate syrup on my face?”

“No, you’re fine. Sorry I was staring. She just looks very cute trying to finish her sundae but now she’s totally knocked out in your arms.” he explained.

“Well that playhouse really did its job on exhausting my hyper active kid” you said.

He agreed with a suppressed laugh.

“Johnny,” you paused for a second.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for being with us today. I’m sincerely grateful. I know you had a lot of patients yesterday, and instead of just resting at your home for today, you still chose to be with us.”

“Y/n, I wanted to be with you today. And being with the two of you today made me the happiest I’ve ever been in for some time now.”

He said those as he reached for your hand across the table and held it with so much love. All you could do was to give a nod and a smile because what he just said was sincere, and full of love. He said all of those while looking straight into your eyes making sure that you see and feel all of the sincerity that he has.

After a few minutes of staying at your table, you told him that it’s probably time to go because both of you are already tired and your daughter would definitely have a more comfortable sleep in her bed.

You placed Rosy in the back seat of his car before seating on the passenger’s seat. He also made sure your daughter was comfortable while on the way to your home by giving the small neck pillow he has. It was somehow a long drive so you both had small conversations of the day you just had.

“I think she really enjoyed today and especially the playhouse. I was very happy to see her run around while laughing.” you shared.

“Us chasing her in the ball pit could replace my cardio workout for the whole week.” he laughed as he said it. It may sound like a joke but you think it’s true given that you also experienced how tiring it was at the playhouse.

When he heard your small yawn he urged you to also take a nap and he’ll ust wake you up when you all arrive at your house. You said no because you still want to talk to him and know what he thinks about the festivities of the day. You want to know whether today changes anything for your relationship. In the past when you let the people you date to see all of you, as a doctor, a woman and as a mom, you can see them thinking twice about playing a role in your daughter’s life. Not that it means that you planned to marry all of your exes in the past when you were still together, but of course you needed to see how they are with your child. You don’t expect all of them to be instantly a father figure to Rosy, rather someone you see that can form a bond with her. This day was supposed to be a way to know if he’ll really be someone you’ll have by your side for a long time. You wanted to know how he sees your daughter and how he sees you, not just a colleague he eventually dated. You are already very sure about him, you just wanted to know if he is too.

He was already in front of your house and parking his car. It’s now or never. You should get answers to your questions.

With all of these thoughts you decided to ask him.

“So, what do you think of today? I mean, spending time with us, with Rosy specifically?” you said it gently.

He turns the car engine first before turning to you.

“As I’ve said, being with the two of you today made me very happy.” he says as he reaches for your hand to hold it.

“I’m both happy and grateful that I was able to meet her and see you in a different light. You know, not in scrubs and not stressed out in the hospital. I know that you don’t let a lot of people see the different sides of you, and I’m thankful and honored that you gave me the chance.”

Everything that he was saying was like a warm comforting hug to your soul.

“I hope this is not the last time I can spend time with both of you. I hope we can see another movie, bring Rosy to a play house. I hope we get to see Despicable Me 2, if there will be any in the future, all together.“

Emotions were flooding your brain. You were beyond happiness knowing that he wants to be in your life. You gently cup his face and kiss him lovingly. He kisses you back and every move of his lips feels like he’s letting you know how much you mean to him.

A few seconds after you broke the kiss since you heard your daughter call for you. It looks like she woke up a bit and looked for you and then went back to sleep.

You two got out of the car and Johnny insisted on carrying Rosy to her bed. You carried all of your things as he waited in the front door for you to open it. You entered first and settled your bag and your daughter’s things on the sofa. Johnny went straight to Rosy’s room to place him on the bed. You follow them to the bedroom and Johnny has already placed her down. You were debating on your mind whether to change her clothes while she’s asleep but you decided not to because you're afraid she’ll wake up and then have trouble going back to sleep.

Johnny bids goodbye to you since he doesn’t want to bother you anymore and let you rest. You walk him to your door and you give him a bear hug and a kiss as you remind him to drive safely and message you when he arrives home.

As you see his car leaving your driveway, you close and lock your door. You passed by your daughter’s room as you were going to the living area to get your bag.

“Mommy…” Rosy softly calls for you.

You check on her and see her eyes opening slightly to look for you.

“Yes baby? Do you need anything?”

“Will there be another Despicable Me movie?”

You stifle a laugh because you think she was just dreaming about the movie and still thinks she’s dreaming while talking to you.

“Well, there could be. We’ll watch it together I promise.”

“With Johnny?”

That was unexpected.

“If you want, he can come too.”

“I like watching movies with him. I always want to watch movies with him.” your daughter said those words in a mumbling way as she went back to sleep.

You place a kiss on her forehead as she sleeps.

Maybe movie days are going to be for the three of you from now on.

Author's note:

Hi everyone! At last, I finished this piece and posted it. I started writing this on October but I just finished it this week. I had to focus on my studies for a while when October was coming to an end. I needed to finish everything because I am on my last semester for my undergraduate degree. Happy to share that I am finished with my degree and I'm just waiting for graduation day!

I hope you enjoy this work, and I was able to convey how warm and loving Johnny is from my point of view. I used Rosy for the kid's name because I like the name itself, and it's the name of a woman I truly admire and she makes my day better and brighter. Also, try searching the other meanings of the word 'rosy' I hope that will make sense why it's the title. Hint: its synonymous to optimistic and promising.

I'll try to write more I'm inspired by a dating/romantic TV show now so maybe I'll write about that and of course him being at the NYFW, I'll do something with that.

much love,

dreamer

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