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jawllines · 4 years

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YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! HERE IS A WEREWOLF HARRY CHECK-IN CUTIE POTS

“You’re just a needy little pup, aren’t you?”

It was chilly out; October brought in a wind that kissed goosebumps onto her skin when she made her trek through to the woods after class. There weren’t many animals scurrying around in the colder months apart from a squirrel or two she might see, and there are seldom other humans roaming around out here considering there was no trail (and everyone, apparently, had always been put off by the woods here. . .something felt off to them, and Y/N knew exactly what it was). Nights came quicker, so if Y/N wanted to make it to the grounds before the moon rose and cast thin streams of light through the thick branches, she needed to leave just as soon as she’s gotten out of class (and she knew that Niall would come to get her if it really got too dark, but she still felt too guilty to make him come all the way for her, so she rarely asked him to).

And there was just something about the cold air, that made Harry the snuggliest little thing. Y/N doesn’t know if it’s because this is around the time they found one another and bonded two years ago, or if werewolves are warmblooded and prefer balmy summers as opposed to the glacial temperatures that they may be shown here. She’d never thought to ask because she didn’t necessarily need a reason for it. How cuddly Harry gets is nice, and how most days -- if time permitted it -- he would just saddle up beside her and they would warm one another. There are times that he suggests eating lunch outside when it’s fairly cold and Y/N thinks it’s only his elaborate ploy to have her cuddled against him. She thinks that part of him secretly likes when she’s cold because it means she seeks him out for warmth and Harry’s always up for warming her up.

(Once, while Harry was busy and Y/N had entered the grounds with Grandpa after a particularly snowy, frigid day, Niall was who she had gone to, to warm her -- he put his arm around her and sat her by the fire in one of the sitting rooms they had. They had been speaking idly about a new movie they were both interested in seeing when the door had just about been thrown from its hinges and Harry appeared, pouting, “Okay, thank you, Niall, I will warm her now.” Was his pleasant but rushed way of putting it, as he’d dropped to his knees, his brown curls flopped in his face before he flattened his stomach to the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping his nose into her tummy. Y/N and Niall both shared a chuckle as her fingers found his hair and carded through it gently, as Niall scooted over so Harry could curl his body inward while they continued speaking about the movie.)

Niall had once told her that Harry had never been this cozy with anyone before, even his first mate. The others would fill Niall in on bits and pieces that he had missed out on since he joined them a bit late, so they had told him how a few had always been skeptical on whether or not he and his prior mate were truly meant to be. When a werewolf mates and bonds with another, it is more than normal for them to be all over each other all the time, and not particularly in a sexual sense. They thrive off touch. . .off being with their person, and on their person, and cuddled, snuggled cozily with their person. Sure, he had been cuddly with his mate prior but nowhere near the amount that anyone had expected from him, especially considering how he was when he was younger, clinging to the people that he held precious to him. He would have his arm around her, give her kisses, but the PDA was often lacking.

With Y/N though, she’s sure if Harry could be a second skin to hers then he would be. Every moment of every minute that it was appropriate, Harry was wrapped around her, or had her wrapped around him; this is when he was most content. This is when Niall would ask for things (like for Harry to branch out and order them more TVs, specifically one for his room) and receive prompt results, or this might be when the pups are most willing to come and parade around his room even though they really aren’t meant to. He was in such a pleasant mood if he was in any way interlaced with her body.

She had only just recently convinced Harry not to usher Grandpa to the foot of the bed if Y/N was holding onto him in her sleep.

So she’s more than use to his cuddles, and she’s more than used to his pup like behavior, though he was particularly clingy today. It had been three days since she’d seen him last because she always made sure to distance herself some when she would be studying for an exam. Sometimes she let Harry come by her flat to help her go through flashcards, but he could be awfully distracting when he wanted to be and was still confused why she would continue working and going to school when she could simply live on the grounds with him and everything would be taken care of. Each answer to the flashcard was accompanied by an array of kisses peppered to her face, whether right or wrong, which just turned into a deepened kiss to the mouth, and more times than not, they would end up in her bed.

Which is why she took a few days to prepare for the exam and satiated him with video calls as she was getting ready for bed, where he pouted and whined about how he missed her but commended her for doing well in her studies. Though he did make her swear that she would give him extra amounts of attention when she saw him -- they pinky swore, which she had taught him how to do.

(She also knows that Niall had told him Y/N would spoil him in cuddles when he was pouty because Niall had gone out to see her so he could bring her a hot chocolate and pumpkin muffins, but he wouldn’t let Harry come as well.)

The unconditional love is something she revels in -- to have someone still so wholly love her as much as she loves them, had never been something Y/N was very privy to. It’s why she’s just as excited as Harry is after she’s finished her exam, and why her heart nearly jumps from her chest when she walks out of her lecture and Harry had greeted her outside with her favorite pastry from the cafe on campus. Y/N throws her arms around his neck and hugs him close, and Harry spins her around as theatrically as he could like it’d been months since they saw each other last. He peppers kisses upon kisses all over her cold cheeks, “I missed you, Darling,” he murmured, one of his kisses placed over her eye, “How did your test go? Was it well?”

“Yeah, I feel pretty good about it,” she smiles at him, “I’m glad you came to get me! I can show you the spot where the autumn flowers are growing now.”

Harry allowed her this little joy, despite how uncomfortable he sometimes felt around other humans. The tensions have eased the longer that he’s been with her, but Y/N can see how he squints his eyes and becomes the utmost disgruntled if anyone approaches them. He isn’t as short as he once was though and works to be much less domineering, but he still attempts to carry an air around him that suggests those who do decide to approach them have a good reason for it.

He muses with her about the flowers, even takes a picture with her in front of them with their cheeks smashed together. His face is rosy from the cold, which only spurs her to kiss his cheeks and the tip of his nose before she murmurs, “C’mon, let’s get you home and warmed up, hm?”

“You’re going to spoil me with cuddles, right? This was promised to me so that I leave you to your studies.”

“Yes, I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

Once they made it to the grounds, Harry surprised her with a picnic basket and an accompanied gingham blanket -- it was always a touch warmer within their little bubble than it was in the outside world, so it wasn’t too cold to have one. Especially with the sun beating down from the sky, the rays give kisses of warmth that make it bearable, and he packs an extra blanket for her, he tells her, so that if she gets cold he could swaddle her.

“Like a baby?”

“No, human babies frighten me, they scream. You do not frighten me.”

He sets it up for them, fanning out the first blanket which was large enough to have quite a few people sit on it. After he lowered to his knees, he placed the basket in the center and began to unearth what he’d packed for lunch. He makes sure to let her know that the chef let him run amuck in the kitchen to prepare it himself, with minimal help from the kitchen staff. Honey turkey wraps, warm loaves of freshly baked bread with strawberry marmalade to slather on each slice, pita chips with hummus (he had help making that, he admitted), the juiciest looking grapes and strawberries she thinks she’s ever seen, and three slices of blackberry ginger pie (he brought the third in case she wanted seconds).

It all looked delicious, and he made sure to set it out in a way aesthetically pleasing to the eye, “This way you can share pretty pictures as you do online. Make sure to add that I am the best mate in the world and I treat you so well.”

They ate until they were stuffed full, Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever been so completely and entirely pleased and full with a meal in her life. Both she and Harry lean into one another, but at the first sign of a shiver he is wrapping the second blanket around her and cuddling her close to his side, “Did you like it?” He asked her and Y/N sighed happily, nosing her way into his chest

“I loved it. Thank you so much, Puppy.”

All of it had started out so innocently; the way she caressed his skin, how he told her about his day, how they cuddled into each other closer. Maybe it was Y/N’s fault -- it probably was, actually, because she loved Harry’s full tummy even more than she loved being full herself. He was softer, more receptive to her touch if she lulled soft circles on his stomach with her palm and if she were lucky, he would fall asleep by it. Not that she didn’t want to spend time with him, but she loved the soft cooed snores that leave his mouth, and how peaceful he looks as he swims in whatever dream he’d found his footing in.

The innocence behind these rubs was recognized, but his prick had begun a noticeable bulge in his trousers that he appeared keen on ignoring. How they were arranged, Y/N had her legs open enough for him to fit comfortably between them with his head resting on her thigh. She skated soft caresses at first just over his shirt, but then to his bare skin once his shirt began to crinkle up and show the soft terrain beneath it. No matter how clearly his cock was hard, his eyes had fluttered shut and he hadn’t uttered a peep about it.

But Y/N was curious as she always is to get beneath his belt. No matter the number of times she’d seen it, she could never stifle the want to withdraw the zip of his trousers and reveal it to herself again. That’s why each little design she drew into his skin had gotten lower and lower, closer to the waistband of his pants until she was practically skimming the tips of her fingers just beneath it. Goosebumps riddle up in her wake and Harry shuffles slightly, his eyes fluttered like butterfly wings before he looked up at her, “I am sorry,” he murmured, his cheeks still a little rosy from the cold air, “I was trying very hard not to become aroused, but it proves to be difficult when you’re touching all over me, and you smell so good. . .and it’s been. . .it’s been so long, I --” he hisses in a breath when she dances her fingers lightly across the bump, “Oh, Darling.”

“You’re just a needy little pup, aren’t you?” Y/N teases him, letting her delicate touches move back toward his belly, “You want cuddles and kisses and for me to play with your cock, hm?”

Harry shudders, somehow wriggling even closer to her than he already managed to be, “I want everything,” he murmurs, “I just want you in any way I’m allowed.”

It was always interesting, seeing the big, bad alpha turn to putty in her palms. She never took it for granted, nor did she take advantage of him in this state. No, Y/N took extra good care of him and made sure he was happy and his desires satiated, just as he would do for her in whatever needy state she might find herself within. That’s why she’s so quick to carefully unbuckle the belt of his pants, the metal pieces clinking together as she pulls the straps undone. Once the pressure is relieved from around his waist, a soft little moan leaves his pink lip and it sends sparkles pirouetting through her body.

The button of his jeans is easy enough to slip from the buttonhole, and as she pulls the zip down and over his bulge, Harry holds onto her tighter. Y/N is just enamored with the blissed-out face he already holds before she had a chance to do much of anything -- she’s only releasing him from the confines of his trousers, and he looks like he could cum in mere seconds. His stamina was always impeccable, and if he really wanted to get hard multiple times in a night he could, which always made it a bit more fun. It also meant that if she wanted him to cum quickly, then the night wasn’t over, and that was just delightful.

And sometimes she wanted him to cum quickly. Sometimes she wanted to know that she just made him feel so good, he was so desperate that it was hard to stave off. It always brought a smile to her mouth, if they’d only been going at it a little while -- if she had him in her mouth or in her hand, and he moaned his warning of, “I’ll cum if we continue like this, Sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum so soon,” If anything, she never stopped -- she only doubled her efforts in order to make him burst.

“Budge up a bit,” she orders tentatively, and he raises his hips, helping her wiggle them down just a bit. They were far enough away from the grounds that nobody would disturb them, and Harry’s nose could spot someone’s scent from meters and meters away, so she felt no worry when his prick was uncovered. Stiff as glass, his tip ruddy and leaking down the side of the head, like it might be weeping for her attention. Y/N holds her palm out in front of his hand, “Get it wet.”

Harry flattens his tongue and licks fat stripes up her palm, slicking it with spit, pulling her fingers into his mouth salaciously sucking until she pushed the pad of her thumb to his chin and slid her fingers away from him, “Christ,” she murmured, giggling as she lowered her hand back to his cock, “You’re so good at that.”

He opens his mouth to respond but whatever he plans to say is lost around a moan -- low, guttural, and drawn as his knees bend; her fingers looped delicately around his prick and she squeezed gently. The weight of him in her hand always made glitter dance in her lower belly, stoking the flames of a fire that left her panties drenched through. And she knew he knew, by the way, his bottom lip is hidden between his teeth as she slipped her hands up and down the length of him. Her palm slides easily, with little friction as it glides against the smooth skin. He moans again, this time much louder as she focuses her hand in circular motions over the swollen head. It’s the kind of moan that gives her the best kind of goosebumps, that makes her pulsate and flush with heat all over.

But she likes to tease him, so she tuts her tongue and introduces the fingers that aren’t working him over to his mouth, “Shh, you’re loud,’ she murmured, stroking against his lips until they parted and she dipped her fingers back into his mouth, “Does it feel that good? That you can’t be quiet?”

“Mhm,” he whines pitifully, nodding, looking up to her from her lap with his eyes bright and green, reflecting off the sun that they bathed beneath. He strokes his tongue along her fingers as his hips buck helplessly into her hand, but Y/N fixes her grip at the bottom of the shaft.

“You wanna do the work?” She chides him gently, “If you wanna do the work then I’ll just hold my hand still and you can fuck into it all you like.”

He shakes his head quickly, “No,” he murmurs, “No, no, please, want you too --”

“Okay, okay,” she starts back up again, thumbing at his slit and watching as more drips down his prick -- he always leaks so much, “Sweet little thing, I’ll take care of you.”

She can feel him throb in her hand, his fingers bury in the fabric of her shirt at her sides as he continues to groan and whimper. His brows furrow as his back arches, and when Y/N does withdraw her fingers from his mouth again, she lowers it to his balls. They’re tight, swollen and full, and the sound that Harry makes -- Y/N hadn’t thought she could be anymore worked up than at that moment, but she was wrong. He was shameless when he felt good, and she couldn’t even keep up the act that she wanted him to be quiet. Not when he sounded like that. . .not when he was so incredibly desperate, and hard, and. . .”I will not last much longer,” he told her breathlessly, swallowing thickly, “I feel it -- I’m going to cum. . .I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Yeah?” She carefully kneads his balls in one palm, slipping her hand up and down his prick at a fast pace, and she can feel him stiffening in her lap, “You’re g’na make my hand a mess?”

Another whimpered moan makes her giggle, and soon after Harry throbs again in her palm, only this time it’s followed by thick ropes of cum that spurt from the tip. Some shoots up and falls against the blanket, some dribbled warm over her knuckles, and he trembles in her arms as she works him through it. He’s loud in his groans of her name, only muffled when he tilts his head against her thigh. As he comes down, his breathing bated and his cock softening in her hand, “You,” he began, huffing a breath, “You are too good to me.”

“Did I spoil you well enough?”

Harry takes one of the napkins that he had packed and holds her hand delicately in his own, cleaning her of his cum first and then takes care of his own mess, “I’ve been thoroughly spoiled, but I do wish for you to cuddle me quite a bit more.”

Y/N laughs brightly, shaking her head before bending down and he meets her by raising his forehead the rest of the way so her lips could meet his skin.

“Of course, Puppy.”

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Can u introduce yuzuru to us the caro way?👀

so you want to know about the one and only. ♡😌

yuzuru hanyū (25) of sendai, japan: the most beautiful ice prince with a heart of gold.

….an artist clearly not of this world, he’s been sent to us from another realm. 19 world records, two olympics won, dubbed the greatest figure skater of all time. and the most precious bean on top of that.

but let’s start from the beginning, shall we ♥︎

so, want to spot yuzu on the ice? use this checklist. slender silhouette, an even slimmer waist, feather-like outfits (he sketches those himself; the fandom lovingly calls him swanyu), soft blushy face. he has great androgyny.

outside of performances, you see him either with a deer’s gaze or the brightest, biggest eye smile. also, he’s usually found sitting with his wife:

which is the ice 😄 these two are together forever. you can discern yuzu from a mile away by how he treats his working ground.

there is a purity to him. you’d not guess that this is one of the most ardent athletes if you didn’t see what’s around his neck after competitions. the guy’s cuteness is as compelling as his skating technique.

look for it: yuzu’s face is super suave and rosy up close, even after his most energetic performances. some men are handsome, others pretty, he is both.

even acoustically, he’s hard to miss. applause is all around, and he’s highly expressive. if you see a crying young man getting the high score, that’s yuzuru hanyu. you’ve not seen more beautiful happy tears.

and score reactions, anyway:

so, aye loves, the rumors are true. a cutie-pie off the ice, animated, a real unabashed meme — yuzu is easy-going, talkative. cheery, cheeky, one of a kind. his facial expressions are a league of their own.

if you thought this is the sort of guy who watches cat videos, you are correct 😄

yuz-uwu hanyu, everybody:

his undoubtedly feline behaviour is often unexpected, it stands out with its adorableness, too. a sweetheart par excellence.

and, how else could it be: vice versa, the big beast on the rink. he’s cutesy, dorky, very well-spoken in daily life, but when it comes to skating, his seriousness escalates. you blink once and suddenly hanyu is a bedazzling, strutting lion :’D his performances stun with confident elegance.

he becomes full of ardor, drama, and focus. you’d never suspect so much fire burns in him. a showman and ambition icon, hands down.

his skating is dynamic, perfected, and emotional. if you want to see art and the extra mile, tune in when hanyu competes.

the downside is; more light, more shadow. it leaves him crawling on the ice afterwards. yuzu performs so hard, it’s worrying.

he delivers it all. you won’t believe it:

this guy is an asthmatic.

the symptoms aren’t as bad as they used to be, but there are still regular attacks. he said that he’ll never take it as an excuse and often recalls how he started skating because of it. he’s a badass, extremely inspiring. yuzuru defies all limits, including gravity. his jumps have legendary status.

off the rink, you guessed it: he turns into a wholly different person.

it all dissolves completely when he’s dorking around again.

don’t let it deceive you, he’s the no other option than first place type. he could not be any more decorated with titles, he achieved the grand slam in all competitions as of 2020. and still, king of sportsmanship hanyu is respectful and smiley towards all colleagues and never lets anyone feel left out. especially when it comes to his juniors (e.g. yuma kagiyama, 16, below) which says a lot about him.

he bows in every direction before an audience, too. lower than a 90° angle, even. this is more polite than any existing formality in japan.

talk about audience: i introduced fellow japanese skater shoma uno last week, who’s more uncomfortable with social contact and aggression. yuzu, extrovert he is: the exact opposite. he withers away with no people and competition. he’s befriended rivals, had crises over not having someone who could challenge him. when a competitor retires, he’s the one crying in their arms (e.g. with team mate and bff javier fernandez from spain below).

beside his competitive spirit and princely wow factor, hanyu is popular for his winnie pooh tissue box that he caresses, squeezes, and carries everywhere. he loves good luck charms & rituals, pooh is the most important one.

fans throw pooh plushies on the ice after his performances because of it. since it’s gotten so intense, yuzu recently started cleaning them up himself on top of the flower girls for the upcoming skater who could get delayed otherwise. (more about what happens with the piles of plushies later.)

so, the burning question is.

what made yuzuru hanyu emerge so outstanding an entertainer? how does someone causing so much uproar become like that? it’s not just what kind of appearance he was given, although he really looks his part to a T. you don’t have to be an insider to see it right away.

like literally to a fault. and you can tell the way his blades sound on the ice is different. it’s soft even if he does the most hardcore quadruple jumps. i think it’s because his drive to do this is a higher one, hanyu has an altered relationship with the ice. where his devotion comes from has a more severe reason so, massive trigger warning.

this is no exaggeration: yuzuru is considered a hero to the japanese. a survivor of the earthquake 2011, he narrowly escaped the collapsing rink in his hometown on that very day. he’s often talked about how the ice shattered underneath his feet and it was the moment that defined his life forever. he could have been dead by the age of 16. his motivation has been set ever since. this man is compelled by something bigger, that’s why you hear it and you feel it. he wants to skate not just for himself but others and seize every day.

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much of his copious charity work — that’s where all the pooh plushies go — went to mend the consequences of the tsunami ever since, he’s looked upon as a great hope in japan. the minister gave him the people’s honor award in 2018.

now you know why yuzuru has such a fanbase and treats the ice as sacred, you see it in every gesture. his manners are without a single flaw, he helps staff repair the ice after performances.

you might think it’s odd, but he honors the ground. he’s invested in the integrity of it. that’s why he’s the best skater. it’s gratitude and the will to live fully.

he hates to fall on the ice, he hates to damage it. alongside his feathery weight, that’s why the sound he makes while gliding along is so tender.

i think that’s also why hanyu’s signature element is the ina bauer. it doesn’t rely on brutal force, instead this element slides across the rink like a swan. yeah, oh my god.

it’s his most well-known dramatic move. the way he surrenders into it.

hanyu’s back arch and perfect split allow him to do elements no other male skaters can. his biellmann spin, for instance. i know, it’s ridiculous.

and those are just two elements of dozens and dozens. hanyu is a kinetic wizard. i highly rec this record-breaking delivery of his olympic program. in front of his home crowd! he’s just… mind-boggling. i live for his smiles here.

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exceptional skater, exceptional mentor: it’s time we look at another puzzle piece that made yuzu the way he is. the masterful brian orser is hanyu’s beloved coach. missing gold by just one mistake at the olympics 1988, brian is now committed to give others what he couldn’t have— successfully so.

orser took the ice prince to gold twice, this hasn’t happened in 66 years. brian is the nicest and most supportive pooh carrier and yuzu’s utmost rock. hanyu’s talent rests safely in these hands.

he gets strict about punctuality lmao! but other than that, his guidance is gentle. canadian he is, brian’s courteousness mixes well with yuzu’s politeness. their bond is strong. as. hell.

brian picked up yuzu from rock bottom several times. most fateful being hanyu’s accident with a fellow skater during competition warm-ups nov 2014. they collided at a high speed, it was unspeakably nasty. yuzu got knocked out for half a minute and had grave breathing problems but still decided to skate on with what later turned out as an almost-concussion. brian was the most worried ice dad in the world that day.

yuzu cried and crouched and bled like mad and my heart has been broken ever since. i hope he never suffers like that again. promise me you don’t search up the video, it’s a harrowing watch like a stab to the chest. sadly enough, hanyu’s body has still been a notorious wreck, esp. ankle issues regularly give him a hard time 😔

it hurts like a bitch with every jump landing but he takes meds and still manages to win, god knows how. sometimes even with crutches on the podium. at his worst, he’s still the best, it’s a tragedy.

he’s been recovering, or always is, but he pushes himself through injuries. his ambition and perfectionism are boundless. the cause is more important to him than his well-being. this is not an easy guy to stan once you see how he sacrifices and self-destructs. so, it’s good someone protects him.

mostly from himself because nobody has profoundly surpassed hanyu. he has let himself no choice than to contest himself. not even health, only age can stop yuzu. i think that brian understands this ‘curse of a genius’ effect. his mere presence can make hanyu say these rare words:

his two other coaches contribute to that. tracy wilson (left) has proven to understand his playful side the best while ghislain briand (right) helps yuzuru deal with his fears. so you got 3 people taking care of the golden boy. brian once said: “he is very sheltered” and you can see it’s true.

yuzu eased into learning english and communicates well with his coaches. like with everything, he studies hard and often forces himself to speak during interviews to practice. his skills are astounding. his speaking voice is also very soothing, very amicably low and high alike. yuzu is highly intelligent. he always says something eloquent and interesting.

now, privately, hanyu is very much like you’d expect someone so devoted to skating would be like. he doesn’t go out, has no social media, can’t eat nor sleep very well. no cameras allowed during practice. it figures he is attached to winnie pooh, think about it. in the cartoon, pooh is someone who sleeps, eats, and engages with friends plenty.

these are the things hanyu can’t do, doesn’t have time/energy/incentive for. he is barred from balance in life but can at least admire this little carefree plushie for it. especially because pooh represents eating lots while yuzuru doesn’t have a good relationship with food (he says it doesn’t go well with jumps etc.), hanyu lives vicariously through him.

what’s more, you have to see how he throws himself onto others and never wants to let go, yuzuru is extremely cuddly.

to the degree that mere social customs can’t meet how much he really needs. so, what else can he resort to, he loves mascots and plushies. it’s how the tale goes in japan generally, tough work ethic, high responsibility, high pressure, so people turn to cute fluffy things.

he always fondles pooh’s head, even pretends he’s come to life so he has someone to snuggle with. i think that his isolated lifestyle doesn’t help. so, he gets his affection at least there, you can see how happy it makes him. and again: he does this all for charity.

that’s why fellow skaters are so important to hanyu. it really brings out his social spirit and comforts him best, it’s so wholesome. i’ve not seen someone react so relieved to being embraced, like he’s not been touched for months. skating this, skating that. at the end of the day, hanyu wants love.

as he once said, what motivates him is to express himself in the first place. hanyu is a romantic. it’s written all over him. it reflects in his music choices, his elegant motion, how he designs his outfits:

… and how thoughtfully he talks about marriage. he has big plans for starting a family and coaching after he retires. i won’t be the only one squeezing lucky charm pooh in my imagination so it turns out well for him. please make this heart of gold heal and see all his wishes come true ♡🐻

#thank you for attending this talk ❄️⛸#i need a moment this was emotional #figure skating #yuzuru hanyu #brian orser #anon #cub mail 🐅#long post #team japan

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absoluteindulgence · 4 years

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How The Boys Initiate

A/N: This HC is about how the boys initiate sex with the fem reader. I wasn’t able to find the people to tag since I’m still with family but thank you to everyone that’s read my work! I appreciate every like, reblog and follow. I’m thinking of doing something cool when I reach 300 followers, any ideas? I wish all the readers and writers more content that gets us going! Also, I apologize if these HCs are all over the place and long-winded, I wrote these while drunk, sober and sleep-deprived, not in that order either lol. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! I’m still in 2019 but to all those in the future, see you soon!

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

It doesn't take much for him to initiate.

He makes jokes while trying to draw you into his level of seduction.

Might mention his "willy" because no matter how many times he'll say it, you'll always laugh

The muscles on his arms and chest tense when he's about to kiss you.

You can tell it a serious kiss by the way he leans down to meet your face.

Moving in slow motion, eyes glowing with light, face tinting pink more and more as he closes in

His lips are pursed but not tightly.

He'll caress your back.

Not for you but for him. The feel of your skin is intoxicating.

He'll calm down but his willy is on go

Deliberately grazing his piece against your thigh.

Depending on where you are, he'll close you in with his body. Trapping you with kisses while his arms tense as you hold onto them and moan.

You have a distinct moan that lets him know you want to proceed.

Definitely one of those that look at you, tells you how beautiful you are even if you look like a burnt chicken nugget. He'll be rubbing on your body until you're flustered and in his words "don't say shit like that". He curses more because he's with you lmao

LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP BRIDAL STYLE TO YOUR ROOM. If you're not there already, he'll still pick you up

But he will be slamming you against a wall then on the bed. He knows you like it rough

He's so romantic it’s sickening

You never get tired of it but you're in awe

Mirio is a simple man but will get very creative in setting the scene.

He listens to what you like. And if you want the fairytale way of lovemaking. He will surprise you with just that.

Depending on the day he had, he'll slowly kiss you all over your neck and collarbone. Days like that he likes to start with missionary but when he does, he just says the corniest shit you've ever heard.

"What do you call two jalapeños getting it on? Fucking hot!"

A true fucking jokester to the end

You might even joke back about how you just turned into a Sahara listening to him.

Now, he's about to show you what a real tsunami looks like. Eats your pussy like the most sinful angel you've ever come across

Imagine you're about to give him head after a work out session and before you can. He says, "What did the banana say to the vibrator? Why are you shaking? She’s gonna eat me!"

🐙TAMAKI🐙

Previous to my twerking post he's just gonna jiggle your ass until he feels comfortable enough to ask to go a step further

But before then, he cuddles close to your chest just to hear your heartbeat.

He savors the time you two have away from hero work

Sometimes the grip around you is so tight, you might feel like you'll become one.

He will say the sweetest phrases you've ever heard.

"I’d rather spend every moment holding you than a lifetime knowing I never could."

The first time he says this he'll be buried into your chest so he'll have to repeat it.

When he's certain that he's taken your breath away, he'll whisper sweet nothings that turn into dirty secrets

Confidence has gone into overdrive. Everything he says to you, smooth like butter.

He has a praise kink like Mirio but also loves to praise you to oblivion.

He's so gentle with his touches after you say yes

His lips are tightly pursed at first and his hands are shaky.

He takes small yet slow breaths to psyche himself up to continue touching you.

You're so fragile in his eyes that he repeats to himself, "handle with care"

If you're freaky, he might just shock you with his hasty moves.

Pining your body down to the bed, with a rosy face.

Even if Tamaki's nervous smirk appears, his eyes always have a hungry glint

Craving to fulfill his appetite and make you full

📼SERO📼

First of all, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he smiles.

He's not sure if it's a nervous tick or if he's just that confident.

His dick twitches when you smile back at him too.

Especially when he's inside you.

If you whisper something dirty in his ear, he will physically shudder.

That alone gets you off and he knows it

Pulling him closer to kiss his neck will make his dick spring into action if it hasn't already

He's usually semi-hard. Looking at you makes him weigh his options on where to fuck you and how long should he make you scream his name.

Thinking like that makes him harder than frozen peanut butter.

So, Hanta likes the bed but he really loves when he comes home to your cute ass. And you're taking a shower.

He sheds himself of his hero costume and lives to give you a mini heart attack by sneaking up on you. Usually, while you're washing your face.

It starts with holding your waist from behind. Then his hands’ trail...

His long and slender fingers trail from your hips to your nipples

You're left breathless as he sinks his teeth into your neck on both sides.

Whispering between nibbles, "Did you miss me?" Or "How's my cutie pie doing?"

It drives you mad because of how low of an octave his voice reaches you.

His wet hair tickles the back of your neck as he pulls you close to feel his package

"Now you understand why I'm up, more ways than one."

❄SHOUTO🔥

At first, he's very hesitant to touch you. Even if he's touched starved. We all know this

He's actually vocal when you make him horny

Sometimes he'll outright say it. Other times, he'll sigh. And it's recognizable.

He's a lip biter for sure

Whether you're in a cute outfit or getting ready for bed he's raving about you in his mind and as soon as he finds the words on his tongue, he glorifies you.

He's so polite and if you've had a long ass day, he will just give you a massage.

His strong hands will just wrap around every inch of your body. He'll explain that there's no reason to feel insecure.

He's so honest it’s scary

He praises every part he rubs.

Reminding you why he feels so strongly about you

But after, he gets to know you. He's so fucking horny when he's comfortable with you.

It started when you called him Shouto for the first time

You two were getting a little intimate and it slipped out.

His eyebrows quirked up. He stopped to look at you, a flushed ass mess.

He held your head softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

Pulling your face close to his, laying down the smoothest most passionate kisses.

Taking it a step further biting your bottom lip gently.

He trails a couple of love bites down your neck to your breast.

Playing with his hair while buried in your titties will drive him mad.

He will inhale your scent more times than you'll remember how many times he's kissed you

Probably cliche but he's literally burning with passion

👓TENYA👓

Honestly, there are two reasons Tenya will take his glasses off that aren't taking a shower or going to bed: One being just to get a better look at you. And second is, the sight of your face when going down on you.

Aside from tilting his glasses, he will clear his throat more than he should.

A form of pacing himself in what he's about to do.

Say you've teased him all day while he's been working, he's thoughtful about his yearning.

He sweats from the anticipation to conquer you

It’s not an unbearable scent either. It's just enough to smell like an expensive ass cologne and his hard heroism for the day

A deep grunt leaves his body before he dominates you. His grip is sweet but powerful.

His thighs are tense as he lays you across his lap. Taking a deep inhale before every smack to your perfect ass.

His hands were meant to roam every inch of your delicate body and he knows that.

His callous hands grazing your skin is very therapeutic for you. Half the time he's rubbing your ass he can't even think straight let alone hear you. Because he's listening to your ass bounce off the walls.

Every time he spanks you, he suppresses the urge of his cock rising like morning wood.

He gets off suppressing his arousal for you.

So that after he's punished you, his cock is at full attention.

The welts on your ass are a sign of marking you too.

"Only I can control you like this, Angel."

As soon as you make way to the bed, he's controlling you however you like.

He's still not going to let you have your way for another half hour.

Once you're a blubbering mess of overstimulation, his jaw tenses as he rubs your thighs.

Staring at your flower in awe. Ready to ravage you.

👿Shinsou😈

If you say something highly sassy or adorable

He's looking you up and down, shining his pearly whites for you to see.

Whether from across the room or in front of you

He'll teasingly stick out his tongue. Might even say, "Your favorite seat is here." or "Do you wanna take a ride, Kitten?"

Don't look away either. Because he's gonna lift your chin to stare in his eyes

If you stare long enough, he'll say, "Do you see the light you bring me, kitten?"

You will blow up.

He automatically chuckles and peppers your jaw with kisses.

Holding you in his arms from your shoulders to your waist.

He's a confident lover from jump!

Before dating he was unsure about his ability to be liked until you showed up.

While dating, he's very passionate and takes intimacy very seriously with you.

Rubbing your earlobes, touching sensitive spots that make you shudder all over.

Good lord, his jaw is very tense while he stimulates you without undressing you yet.

It's a waiting game, how long can he tease you before you whine.

Shinsou will tease you all night if he can.

#mirio imagines #tamaki imagine #sero imagine #shouto imagines #tenya imagine #shinsou imagine #bnha imagines #smut text #bnha smut #absoluteindulgence headcanons #Mar's Writings

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mirrorballparkers · 5 years

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Lil blurb idea where petey boy just loves to hug you and overall being really clingy and soft with all the lil kisses and, whispers of “You’re so pretty” my hearts gonna melt-

:-((

peter was just a hyperactive, little puppy when it comes to love. he loved love. every little thing about it. the fact that he was in love, he had someone to love; it made him happier than the happiest. and he wasn’t shy about it, that’s for sure. peter loved absolutely everything about you, but loving the fact that your cheeks can get rosy sweet and your voice could get so soft and shy, it meant the world to him and it was his favorite thing in the world.

you were his shy, little dove. the person who he wanted to hug, to kiss for the rest of his life; you were peter parker’s fairytale. and he was yours.

it was already a good day for you: you nailed your honors algebra test, belted that high c in chorus, and you were about to hang out with your favorite person at 3:10. peter benjamin parker. going over to his house, eating all the snacks and gossiping about your days. possibly talking about your new book that you just checked out in the library on the wonders of judy garland herself; it was a good day, because peter parker was in your world. your little world full of flowers and butterflies.

as you were rummaging through your locker, keeping in mind what books you needed to bring today for homework, you felt a set of arms wrap safely around your upper body; and a cheek pressed against yours, making your own warm up quite fast. it was your petey, the boy who constantly gave out hugs like a vender gave out single roses on valentine’s day; your petey.

“my girlllll, hi.” peter says buoyantly, noticing your rosy cheeks and your eyes brightening up like the stars.

“hey, you.” you srunch your nose up, a nervous little twitch peter adored, hands going over his. “missed you.”

“how’s my baby? y’ready for some cuddles?” he asks, his electric, sunshine voice blooming like flowers. he was so chipper, happy like a little bird, or a little puppy.

“i’m good, yeah.” you scratch the back of your neck, now fully facing peter who couldn’t seem to wipe his excited little smile off his face. his energy was your vitamin c, you didn’t need anything else to keep you going. you had your petey. “what movie are we watching today, bug?”

peter leans his back onto the other set of lockers ned to yours, his biceps were quite literally popping through his blue midtown hoodie. how nobody noticed them, was beyond you. baby bug was fit. he pouts his lips, pondering your words, but he was only thinking about how adorable you looked in that blue dress. he loved dresses on you, especially ones where he could kiss the little freckles on your shoulder, the ones that reminded him of baby flowers.

“weren’t you going to show me some judy garland movie?” he turns to you.

“it’s not some judy garland movie, pete. it’s meet me in st. louis, and i wanted to watch it with you today because you were singing a tune from it earlier without knowing it.”

the tip of peters nose turns a slight shade of pink, “i-i didn’t think you heard me singing...that’s icky, haha.” he srnches his nose up, embarrassed.

“no, no it’s cute. i liked it, you have a cute voice.” you assured him, gathering all your books and stuffing them nonchalantly into your backpack.

“no voice is as pretty as yours, my cutie pie.” peter giggles, booping your nose.

“stoppp,” you whine, putting your backpack on and shutting your locker with your shoulder.

peter shrugs cutely, as if he was saying, ‘it’s the truth,’ and sets a hand on your shoulder. he knew it, those baby freckles were quite prominent. oh, for he wanted to kiss them all. later, of course. for now, he simply traced his fingers over them, making little heart shapes.

“i like when you wear dresses, baby. well, whatever you wear, you’ll look pretty. but..dresses are my favorite.”

peter needed to be close to you, all the time. he needed to touch you, not in that way, but in a way to let you know that he was there, and that he wasn’t going anywhere. he needed you to know that you were his person, his pretty girl. he was a touch starved, clingy baby. always wanting to hold your hand, put his arm around your waist - or, like now, trace the petal-like freckles on your shoulder. if you were alone, he would pepper them with little kisses. but, that would have to wait.

to you, there was nothing wrong with peter being clingy. secretly, you were clingy as well. being shy, yet always wanting to be wrapped in peters arms, having that sense of security and love wrapped around you like a pretty little ribbon in a soft pink tone. you were both just clingy, touch starved babies; and there was nothing wrong with that. you had each other, you were best friends, and that’s what mattered the most.

you were each other’s safe place; each other’s fairytale.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker blurb #peter parker headcanon #peter parker drabble #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker series #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland drabble #spider man: homecoming

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chonisbestmistake · 5 years

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Missed opportunities and second chances [2]

[part 1]

Lisa x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word count: 2,626

Summary: You broke up with Lisa almost three years ago. Then you met Jennie at the store and this is not something she expected. At all.

NOTE: It`s kind of a mid-part because I decided to split the 2d part in two and feed you all. All of your answers are gonna be answered in the 3d part. Soon.

It was a Saturday morning when you finally had the courage to text Jennie. You’ve been thinking about pros and cons of reaching out to her for a whole week, finally deciding it wouldn`t be so bad to have her back in your life again. The only thing still concerning you was that Jennie was Lisa`s friend, which means she`ll know about their little get-together in no time. Or she already knew. About you and Vanessa. Jennie wouldn`t hide it from her friends even if you asked her to, it was obvious. And that was indeed a problem. You weren`t ready to discuss anything with them, especially with Lisa. Thought you doubted she`d want to even look at you after all these years. Anyway, it was a matter of time before they knew everything, so you let your fears go and texted Jennie like a brave woman would do.

You: Hey, it`s Y/N.

Jennie: Finally! I thought you forgot about me.

You: Just been busy with work and stuff, you know. Do you still want to meet up?

Jennie: Hell yeah I do! Are you free today?

You: Yeah, I just need to pick Nessie up from her dance classes and I’ll be free.

Jennie: Great! I wanna see this cutie again, can you take her too? Let`s meet at this cafe, I’ll send you the address.

You: Sure. See you! Nessie says hi by the way.

Jennie: Tell her hi too! Can`t wait to see you guys again.

“Are we here yet?” Vanessa was bouncing in her car seat, always ecstatic about going out and seeing new places. You were amazed at how energetic she was even after two hours of dancing and jumping around. Every time you picked her up she was blabbing non-stop with that high-pitched excited voice about new kids she met and new moves they learned and you honestly couldn`t feel happier.

“Almost.” You answered, pulling your car to the parking lot and smiling at your child.

“What about now? Here?” Nessie tried to look out of the window, sighing happily when you stopped the vehicle.

“Let me unbuckle you first, kiddo.” You got out of the car and put Vanessa down, stretching her outfit. Her pigtails were a little messed up from jumping, so you fixed them quickly, getting a small ‘thank you’ in return. “Let`s go now.”

Taking Nessie`s hand, you made your way to the small cafe on the side of the street. A sweet scent of coffee enveloped you both when you came in and Vanessa instantly sighed at the sight of cookies and other desserts on the shelves. You chuckled slightly and pulled her further in, promising to buy some sweets and searching for the familiar eyes.

Jennie was sitting in the farthest corner, hidden by the curtains, with a cup of fresh latte and a phone in the other hand. She was chatting excitedly with a blonde girl by her side and when your eyes met - you immediately recognized her. Her eyes widened and you smiled shyly. Nessie let go of your hand and ran to meet Jennie while you were still staring at Rosé.

“Hey, sweetie pie! How have you been?” Jennie pulled Vanessa up on the couch and hugged her tightly. Nessie was ecstatic that her new friend greeted her so warmly and giggled loudly.

“Hi, aunty Jennie! I’ve been great, thank you!” She sent her a toothy smile, turning back to look at Rosé. You realized you zoned out and made your way to the coach, sending Rosé a smile. She stood up instantly and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Chae.” You sighed, burring your nose in her neck and returning the embrace.

“Y/N, I missed you so much!” She let go of you and you two sat down. Rosé turned to Vanessa with a beaming smile, who was examining her curiously.

“Hi! I’m Chaeyoung. But you can call me Rosie if you want.” She said sweetly and your daughter grinned, nodding.

“I`m Vanessa, nice to meet you! Are you mommy`s friend too?” She asked Chaeyoung and looked at you for approval.

“Yes, baby, we`ve known each other before you were even born, can you imagine?” You said in a playful tone and Vanessa gasped in surprise.

“Woah, that`s a whole lot!” Her eyes widened comically and she grinned at Rosé, holding her little fist up above the table. Chaeyoung paused for a moment and then chuckled in realization, fist-bumping her gently.

“You`re so cute, oh my God.” She whined, poking her cheeks and Vanessa giggled happily.

After a while, your nervousness faded completely and it started to feel like an old`s friend get-together. A waiter brought a set of cookies and some drinks to the table, Vanessa was enjoying her meal and the conversation was floating peacefully between the three of you. The girls talked about their love life, the comebacks, family matters and you were happy to hear they were finally getting their freedom after almost six years of being in a cage, as you used to call their company. Rosé was texting someone when Nessie called her attention suddenly.

“You look like a princess!” Nessie sighed in awe and you and Jennie shared a good laugh while Rosie`s face was turning crimson.

“Why do you think that?” She asked shyly and you answered before anyone could process the question.

“It`s the blonde hair. She has a thing for Rapunzel and we`ve seen it for a hundred times already.” You sighed dramatically, patting your child`s had.

“Yes, she`s my favorite!” Nessie giggled and bit another cookie like there was no tomorrow.

“Aww, that`s nice to hear. I like her a lot too! But don`t tell that to Lisa or Chu, she`s their favorite and they`re going to tickle me to death if they know.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes playfully and your heart skipped a beat even though you were in the conversation with Jennie.

“Chu..?” Nessie tilted her head and Rosé hurried to explain.

“Jisoo and Lisa, our friends. Lisa actually has a strange hair color that I can’t really explain because it changes so quickly, but Jisoo`s a redhead. You`re going to love them though, they`re so funny!” Chaeyoung chuckled and Vanessa tried to smile with her mouth full, failing miserably.

“Chae, what are you talking about?” Jennie asked, concern written all over her face because she knew you wouldn`t be happy at the idea.

“Oh, Jichu texted me they were nearby and I told them where we are, so they decided to come and meet Vanessa as well. They`re so excited! Chu`s been dying to see you, Y/N.” She answered easily and you sighed, trying to organize your thoughts. Jisoo was one thing. But you were definitely not prepared to meet Lisa right now nor introduce her to Vanessa. “Y/N, I hope you don`t mind? I`m sorry I didn`t ask beforehand, but it`s been so long…”

“I`m not sure if it`s a good idea, Chae…” You desperately tried to think about any excuse to escape the situation and avoid meeting the girls but the doorbell already rang in the distance and you immediately heard their voices before you even saw them turning around the corner. Your hand unintentionally flew to Vanessa in a protective gesture which didn`t go unnoticed by Jennie. She frowned, probably trying to rationalize your actions but you didn`t give it a second thought because all of your attention was on the two women who were making their way to your table. They were wearing masks but their eyes were wide open, filled curiosity and excitement. Jisoo took off her mask, showing her pretty smile and Lisa followed her quickly, smiling shyly when they came closer.

“Y/N! My God, it`s been years.” You stood up, returning the hug, and realized you`ve been holding your breath this whole time. Vanessa was unusually quiet, sitting with Jennie, probably startled by the tension in the air. You looked at Lisa, who seemed lost and out of place, so you just smiled kindly and embraced her quickly, braking the ice like it was nothing.

“Hi, Lisa.” You whispered in her ear gently. Her sent was so familiar yet it felt like a distant memory. You zoned out for a moment but caught yourself quickly and let her go, owning a small shy ’Hi’ in return. It was obvious she didn’t know how to act around you yet and you felt just the same, desperately trying to look confident. Meeting an ex was never an easy task.

The free of you sat down and Vanessa crawled to your lap, wrapping her hands around your neck and looking at two girls with suspicion and curiosity. She seemed to notice your discomfort and came to the rescue. It made your heart flutter and you smiled at how protective and sensitive she was already at such a young age. You loved your little girl so damn much.

��Aww, cutie.” Jisoo cooed at the view and you remembered that all eyes were on you now.

“It`s okay, baby. Don`t worry, I’m okay.” You whispered in her ear and she relaxed against your front. In the corner of your eye, you saw Lisa tilt her head curiously, like a puppy, and smile at your daughter.

“Hi, I`m Lisa!” She said in a cute voice and held her fist up. You saw Nessie`s eyes widen comically in excitement and everyone chuckled when she hurried to bump her fist in return, almost falling off your lap. Her little palm looked even smaller in comparison to Lisa`s and it made your heart ache.

“I`m Vanessa.” She grinned happily and you couldn`t help but smile brightly, admiring your child. Your nerves started to ease again, though it was still hard for you to look Lisa in the eyes, so you focused on your baby girl completely.

“I`m Jisoo, nice to meet you, Vanessa.” The older girl smiled and fist-bumped her too, noting the similarity between you and your daughter out loud. It made you blush and you felt pride warming your chest. Giving birth was really the best decision you`ve ever made.

“Chichu.” Nessie chuckled loudly and Jisoo glared at two other girls that were laughing hysterically. Lisa followed them shortly, adding a little 'You`re dead, guys.’ in between.

“It wasn`t me!” Jennie giggled while Chaeyoung hid her face in her hands, snickering and moving away from Jisoo`s grasp before she could catch her by the elbow.

“You`ll gonna pay for that, Chipmunk.” Jisoo shot her a death glare and everyone laughed again. You felt yourself relax in their company and you were thankful they made everything easier. They were just like that. And all of your concerns about meeting Lisa again faded into the background.

“So, Y/N, tell me everything! What have you been up to? How did you get this little nugget over here?”

“I`m not a nugget!!!”

You talked for about an hour and it felt like you never parted. Vanessa made everything seem so simple, carefree and bright, and by the end of the conversation, everyone was completely in love with her. You answered all of their questions, avoiding the topic of Nessie`s other parent like a plague. Jennie was paying close attention to you again, but you brushed it off, thinking she`s just missed you that much. Lisa was being unproblematic and you were thankful she didn`t mention anything about your horrible break up. To be honest, all of your previous fears were useless. It`s like she was the same Lisa you knew years ago - bright and funny, but now she was more mature and it seemed like she thought twice before saying anything. You were really enjoying their company and Vanessa seemed to like them just as much.

“Mommy!” She gasped suddenly in horror and you felt your heart speed up. “I forgot Nicky at the studio!”

“Oh my God, Nessie, you gave me a heart attack.” You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back on the couch, and the girls chuckled. “We`ll get him back later, i promise. But please, don`t scare me like that ever again.” Vanessa nodded and returned to her noodles you ordered a while ago like she didn`t just nearly killed all of your nerve cells.

“A studio?” Rosie perked up and you snickered. Of course, she wouldn`t just skip something related to music in any sense.

“I dance!” Nessie answered happily and a noodle fell out of her mouth, making Jennie burst out laughing. You picked the food up and wiped her face gently.

“You like to dance?” Lisa asked excitedly and Jisoo rolled her eyes, grinning.

“Yes! It`s the best thing in the whole wooorld!” She nodded eagerly and Lisa high-fived her, asking Vanessa to show her some moves later.

“I wonder who she got it from…” Jennie muttered under her nose, but you heard it clearly. You frowned, catching her eyes with your own, but she didn`t look away, and you couldn`t help but tilt your head in question. She didn`t say anything, eyes falling to her phone quickly, so you changed the subject.

“Alright guys, we still have to go back to that studio and it`s someone`s nap time soon, so we better head out.” You said and Vanessa shook her head quickly with eyes full of concern.

“It`s not mine, mommy!” She looked tired already and was about to start getting fussy, but you still brushed her hair gently, took the money out of your purse and stood up.

“Yeah, it`s mine.” You smiled at her pouty lips and Chaeyoung cooed. “I so need a nap.” You said, showing how exhausted you were by rubbing your eyes softly.

“Okay then, mommy. I’ll stay with you when you get your beauty sleep, aright?” She nodded confidently and jumped off the couch in a second.

“Thank you, baby, you`re the best!” The girls stood up too to say goodbye and you smiled at them, still not believing everything went so good.

“How are you so good with her?” Jisoo chuckled, hugging you and you grinned, returning the embrace. “I thought she was about to have a tantrum like any other kid would. You`re a magician!”

“Practice, duh. And, I’m the best.”

“You sure are.” Jennie snickered, kissing your cheek.

“Don`t forget to say goodbye, Nessie.” You told your kid, who was hugging Rose tightly.

“Bye-bye, aunty Jennie, bye-bye, aunty Rosie, bye-bye, aunty Jichu, bye-bye, aunty Lisa!” She lost her breath byt the time she said goodbye to everyone and the girls burst out laughing, melting completely. You hugged Jisoo and Lisa and took Nessie`s hand in yours.

“It was so good to see you guys!” You said on your way out while Vanessa was waving excitedly.

Lisa`s smile was still imprinted on your mind when you were putting Nessie to sleep that night and it felt so odd to think again about a woman you haven`t seen for so long yet who was related to you so much. She was still that Lisa you knew back then, but it seemed like she was completely a different person now and you couldn`t help but worry if this get-together with your ex would be a good thing for you or not. It got worse when Jennie texted you again that same night, wanting to meet up and promising that it would be just you and her this time. You were starting to get worried that she might be suspicious or if she knew something she didn`t need to, but you tried to reassure yourself that there was no way she would know. Right? You didn`t get much sleep that night, holding Nessie closer to your chest than usual, flashbacks of your past coming back to you till the sun rose in the morning and Vanessa opened her sparkly eyes again.

#blackpink #blackpink scenarios #lisa x reader #lalisa manoban #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink headcanons #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #Missed opportunities and second chances #moasc

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years

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Episode 1: Done Running [Despair Route]

So.... as many of you who have followed me for a long time know, I’ve got a very certain canon that I follow when replaying the game. Every single time I play, I do Louis’ full romance route which calls for sacrificing Tenn in the end. Because of this, there are certain ending pieces that I’ve yet to see due to my insistence on keeping Louis alive no matter what.

The reason this is called the [DESPAIR ROUTE] is because I will be making the following big choices:

I’ll still romance Louis.

But, I’ll be saving Violet instead, causing Louis to be captured and getting his tongue cut out.

I will NOT shoot Lilly, resulting in James’ death.

I will NOT trust AJ to make the right decision, resulting in Violet’s death.

I already hate everything.

I’ll also make other smaller choices that will help add to the despair of this, like letting Abel steal from us, letting Louis get shot, and letting Dorian cut off Violet’s finger.

So if you’re ready to suffer with me, let’s get started...

Alright, we’re starting with the story builder. Just to add to my DESPAIR, I’m gonna pick a few different answers, like Lee saving Doug over my girlfriend Carley and letting Lilly stay. Ugh. I hate it already.

I’m also going to do something else very different with this playthrough: I’m going to be adamant about AJ leaving Clementine to turn instead of shooting her like she did with Lee in this case.

Also, Clementine lost her finger because I’m planning on letting Violet lose her finger, and I want to see what happens there.

Thinking about it, this route is basically what happens when you don’t let AJ do ANYTHING

I’m gonna drink this nasty ass barrel water and y’all can’t stop me

I’m also never gonna let AJ swear. Can’t let myself laugh too much.

Y’know, assuming the walker couple are the ones who rigged the trapdoor, they’re the biggest dicks of this episode.

Oh fuck, y’know what I just realized? For this despair route, to make it even worse.......... I shouldn’t bond with Rosie.

I hate everything.

Okay, I just attacked Tenn and he’s fucking terrified.

And Marlon’s all kept in shadows and shit. What a badass.

Interesting how different Marlon’s dialogue is there.

“You only get one strike.” PFFFFT look at you being tough, Marlon.

Clementine: “YOU WANNA LOSE SOME MORE TEETH? KEEP STARING!”

Willy: D:

Holy shit Clem-

Even Marlon’s like “Was that necessary?????”

LOUIS

LOUIS LOUIS LOUIS-

LOUIS

My beautiful boy

It never ceases to amaze me how excited I get when it comes to meeting Louis for the “first time.”

“You’re not dead. That’s good.”

I love you.

UGH is it too late to change my mind about this........... HE NEEDS HIS TONGUE OKAY? I’M ALREADY STRESSING OUT

Louis singing adds years to my life I’M NOT OKAY

“Don’t mind Violet. She grows on you, I promise.”

I’m literally planning on killing her, Louis.

I’m basically giving Violet the short end of the stick and then stabbing her with it in this despair run.

MITCH!

Aasim quit being a dingus and look behind you-!

Marlon: *get’s elbowed in the dick*

Clementine: “STOP BEING A FUCKING WUSS AND WALK IT OFF”

Weird place to suggest this theory, but what if Omar’s so hellbent on being the cook because Marlon used to think Omar wasn’t pulling his weight with the group and would be a real ass about it so when he discovered that he was a good cook he didn’t let anyone take it away from him because he didn’t want to be useless anymore. And Louis not wanting to help him cook isn’t because he’d rather just watch Omar do all the work but because Omar can get nasty when flavors don’t work because he’s afraid Marlon will kick him off cooking duty.

Tenn is fucking scared of Clem hahaha

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Louis?

That awkward moment when everyone’s like “haha Louis is gonna die first” but like............

Thanks, I hate it.

Y’know what the biggest problem I would have in romancing Violet? I would end up turning into Chloe Price and that’s a BIG NO-NO, even if it’s true.

Because every time Violet would try and be romantic with me I’d be all “I miss Louis. I wish Louis was here. Boy, I wonder what Louis is doing right now. Louis was my angel. I WiSH LouIS WaS HErE-”

Choosing not to bond with Rosie is already making my heart hurt

Marlon doesn’t even make it through his whole spiel before I start mashing [B] to go hunting with Louis.

Being with Louis in ep1 is so bizarre because he’s in that persona he upholds. There are a few small moments where it falls a bit, but for the most part, he’s not open like he is in the end of the episode or in future episodes.

I feel REALLY gross letting Abel take that food. But it’ll be interesting to see him walking around with two arms this time since I’ve always shoved him out the window.

Tenn is so cute.

I guess I can get something good out of this in letting the cutie pie live in the end. Hope it’s worth Violet’s life.

It’s always interesting to listen to Tenn talk about his drawing. Makes me wonder if he and the twins came from a really religious home given that he’s basically describing heaven.

WAIT

I just noticed that the toy with the bullet hole in it is sitting on AJ’s bed. They left that in the trunk of the car. SO either someone grabbed it when they pulled Clementine and AJ out, or they grabbed it when they were running away BUT they couldn’t have possibly done that! Right???

WHO GRABBED THE TOY??

Oh, interesting! AJ actually brings up the fact that I let Abel take the food during this part and why he didn’t like it.

How the hell do none of the other kids hear Marlon and Brody fighting? They’re really fucking loud. Is it just a usual thing that they ignore?? That can’t possibly be the reason. Clementine and AJ can’t be the only ones living in this part of the dorms.

AAAAAAND Brody’s dead.

And trying to eat me.

Great.

Louis!

This is such a beautiful scene. Like, everything about it is so good. Marlon’s voice acting is amazing, the rain, Rosie barking in the background, LOUIS! Just... this scene is so damn good.

However, I will always long for an alternative route where Marlon doesn’t die and ends up being taken by the delta in that AU I used to talk about.

Not too much DESPAIR here yet, but that all starts to pile on next episode. It was interesting to see some of the different, more negative choices play out, like when you attack Tenn and Marlon brings it up later, or letting Abel get away with the food and AJ’s reaction to it.

Oh, I’m not excited for next episode y’all......

Shit’s about to hit the fan.

#twdg despair route #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg tenn #twdg marlon #twdg brody #twdg aasim #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg rosie #twdg abel #twdg lilly #twdg omar #twdg ruby

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sofiahahaaa · 5 years

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Demigod Delinquents | Pt. 1 | A New Quest

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Summary: Percy and Annabeth’s calm summer together gets interrupted when Chiron calls in with a quest for him.

Rating: Not really anything... I mean– kissing? Fluff? Lots of Percy and Annabeth being in love. You might die of cuteness?

A/N: Okay so big disclaimer– this blog is not, and will not, become a fanfiction blog, but I was reading some fanfiction and I felt inspired to post this story that I’ve been working on for a while now.

I got the idea for this fanfiction from this post that you may or may not have seen about the trio of guys (Percy, Jason, Leo) where they go on a quest and are undercover in a prison. There’s really no time frame in which this could’ve happened, but we’re going to pretend there was. :p. Otherwise, could be in canon.

I feel like this goes without saying, but I don’t own any of the Rick Riordan characters or the concept of Camp Half-Blood. You know that... okay. Let's start the story, no?

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Percy’s POV ~

I looked in the mirror, admiring the new outfit Argus had gotten me. Orange jumpsuit, hair messy as ever– and, of course, that grin that everyone said made me look like a criminal. Fitting, for this quest.

Oh yeah, a quest.

This was a pretty mild quest, just based on the past– you know... saving the world, defeating Kronos and Gaea, all that schist. But it was still a quest, and the boys needed some time alone. Pipes and Annabeth already had their turn, going down to defeat that giant, unleashing Phobos and Deimos. But the war was over, and I had not had any ‘chill time’ with the bros. You could call it bro-withdrawal. (I had to use a thesaurus for withdrawal, but it impressed Annabeth) I mean, sure, it’s a quest, and quests are not typically ‘lax, but I had a feeling this one would, at least for the most part.

How bad could being a delinquent be? I practically am one… Actually, when I was twelve, my former evil Step-dad, Gabe, made sure to announce it on National TV.

But he’s dead now. Whoops!

I flicked some dust off of my shoulder. I would be starting college at the end of the summer, so I couldn’t get myself killed or Annabeth would kill me.

… You get the point.

Annabeth and I had decided to stay at Camp Half-Blood for the summer, kind of like a break from reality and school. Leo had come back from the dead and everything with Calypso– something I still don’t understand– and Jason was here because he hadn’t started school yet.

It was only a week ago when I had sent off Magnus Chase, Annabeth’s cuz, to stop Ragnarok. Or rather, the end of the world. Fun!

He was a weirdo. All this stuff about Norse gods– it gave me a headache. And the fact that the Egyptian gods exist as well– I just couldn’t get my head around it.

Anyways– I got off-topic.

Um… oh, right. About a week ago, I got a call from Chiron. I was babysitting Estelle, my adorable, cutie-pie little sister, (half-sister, whatever) since my parents were out of town. They were in Orlando, Florida, having fun at the beach. Paul was excited because he got a bonus and... they totally needed time away from Estelle. Just for a little bit. It was kind of nice to have alone time with my little sister, especially because Annabeth was there, too.

It was late into the night when Chiron called me about a quest– something about monsters being put into prison, like real people… causing havoc… etc, etc. Pretty basic. He thought that I could go with the boys, Jason and Leo. It was sort of awkward timing because Annabeth was there and I was supposed to be babysitting Estelle, but long story short, I said yes. I hung up and put my phone in my pocket.

Estelle was napping, so it was silent.

I kissed Annabeth’s forehead and she rested her head on my shoulder. Annabeth looked up at me. “Who called?”

“Chiron. It’s a quest." I said. She looked a little pouty.

"It’s supposed to be our vacation.”

"I’m sorry, it’s just a small quest– it won’t take long.” I murmured sheepishly.

“What about Estelle? Don’t you have to babysit her?”

“Oh. Oh yeah… Oh no.” I started freaking out. I hadn’t thought it through. I fished my phone out of my pocket to call Chiron and go back on my plans– but Annabeth touched her hand to mine.

"It’s okay. I’ve got it covered.”

“Really?" I looked at her gratefully and she kissed my cheek. I put my phone back in my pocket, relieved.

“Yeah. Really, Percy.” She smiled up at me, her beautiful gray eyes sparkling. “Let me check on her.” She got up and went to my parents' room, where Estelle was sleeping.

She came out with a peaceful looking baby and sat next to me. Estelle yawned and Annabeth cooed. She twirled Estelle’s wispy hairs gently and I had to smile. Annabeth would be a great mother. I thought, and then kind of sat in shock.

“Percy?”

“Huh? What?” She laughed quietly.

“You’re supposed to be the babysitter.”

“Yeah… but... you’re so good with children." I shut my mouth in surprise.

“What?”

“Nothing. Sorry. Nevermind.” I let a small breath out, my throat hitching at the thought of my very own children.

“Here, take her for a moment." I let Annabeth give me Estelle, and she left the room. I couldn’t stop the thought from coming back. Of children. I love them, and Annabeth is so cute with Estelle…

We could have children.

The thought startled me.

I tickled Estelle’s chin. She looked like me– like my mom– but some of her features reminded me of Paul. Her lips were thin and rosy, and drool bubbled out of her mouth. I kissed her forehead. The apartment was silent.

I thought about Carter and Sadie Kane. I had thought about them a lot, recently. Maybe it was because of the sudden influx of deities that I wish didn’t exist. Greek came first. I got used to it. Then, all of a sudden, bam, my memory is gone and I’m shoved into a Roman reality of the world. And when I finally got used to that, I met Carter and Sadie, two magicians who kept the Egyptian gods in check. And without further warning, I met Magnus, Annabeth’s weird cousin. Now my mind was whirring, and I didn’t understand anything. Sadie… she had also made me think of children, and the thought hadn’t left my head yet. I stroked Estelle’s plump little cheek, hoping that she wouldn’t get involved in the craziness of my world. Maybe she would be immune to the gods like almost all other mortals.

Annabeth returned to the living room with a small package in her hand. It looked hastily wrapped, brown butcher paper crinkled around it in an odd shape, and a simple yellow string tied around it. “What’s in the package?”

“Birthday present,” Annabeth stated. I blushed. Had I forgotten my birthday again? I didn’t think it was already August… Annabeth seemed to read my face. “Don’t worry. It’s early. I just couldn’t wait– and I guess you might be away this year on the quest.” She handed me the package. I bounced Estelle on my knee, my left hand cradling her tiny head, and looked at the package.

To Seaweed Brain

From Annabeth

I love you.

I smiled. Annabeth played with a strand of her hair. I pulled the string, and the paper came loose. Inside of it was… pictures. I smiled wider as I flipped through them. Each one was of either Annabeth, me, or both of us. I wondered how she got so many. “Annabeth…" I gasped as I saw the last picture. It was the picture of her she had sent me, of her in front of the Lincoln Memorial, bandana around her forehead, looking pleased, as if she had designed the place herself. “You found this one?”

"I sent it by email, Seaweed Brain.” She smirked. As a 13-year-old kid, I had kept a picture– this picture, in my binder, to remind me that Camp Half-Blood was real, and not a dream. I wondered if Annabeth knew that. She locked eyes with me, a knowing smile playing at her lips. She probably knew.

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome, Perseus Jackson." I wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her. Then my eyes traveled to baby Estelle. She was so peaceful, sleeping there.

But, as if I had jinxed it, her eyelids fluttered open and she sniffled, starting to cry. “Oh no, what happened, cutie?” Annabeth took Estelle from my arms, leaning against me. Her hair tickled my neck. I snaked my arm over her shoulder, holding her hand, and I put my other arm on Estelle’s belly. Estelle calmed down, her big brown eyes staring up at Annabeth, and I recognized the look. It was the look Annabeth gave my mom. Like another mother. Annabeth had told me. That was so cute, I felt my head throbbing like it was about to explode–

I snapped back to attention as a knock came from the door. “Percy? Let me in! I’ve been knocking for a while… you’re worrying me!" I frowned and rushed to open the door. Annabeth put her hands on her hips. " I came straight from archery. You should’ve been at the sword arena!” She paused, tucking a strand of her hair into her ponytail. She seemed to take in my ensemble. “What took you so long? And what’s with the outfit?” She looked a little disgusted with the fashion choice, to say the least.

"I was daydreaming.” She gave me a Look™. “And the outfit is for the quest. I think I look pretty awesome.”

"I don’t.” I moved to kiss her, but she planted her hand on my face. “Not in that outfit, Seaweed Brain.” I laughed and backed away playfully.

“Why’d you come?”

"I guess to see you off before you go on that quest… but maybe also to make sure you don’t get any ideas on the quest.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like staying, you weirdo.” She kissed me softly. I pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

“What, you’re not proud of the essence I have? I’m practically a natural delinquent, don’t you think?”

“No. I don't.” She tugged on my collar. I gave up. I wanted to pick her up and tickle her, but I knew she would not appreciate that. She looked at me pointedly. I glanced at her, making sure not to catch her eye, and ran a hand through my hair. "I don’t think I want to know what’s going through your mind right now, Perseus Jackson.”

“Probably not.”

“Oh?” She teased. I tried to change the topic.

“Where’s Pipes?" I said with a moment of hesitation.

“Oh, she’s doing some serious renovation to the Aphrodite Cabin.” Annabeth scrunched up her nose. It made her look cuter if that was possible. I chuckled.

“What, trying to remove the permanent glitter Drew let loose while she was a counselor?" I tried to snake my arm around her waist, but she grabbed my arm. “Alright, fine.” I raised my hands over my head in submission. Annabeth pushed my shoulder and walked past me into my cabin, sitting down on my bed.

“That wasn’t as funny as you tried to make it. Don’t push yourself." I rolled my eyes. She pretended not to notice me, and instead eyed my untidy and unkempt room. “When was the last time you cleaned?” She asked, already starting to clean.

“Erm… about two weeks ago.”

“Disgusting. I don't understand how you can do this to yourself. And your cabin is so dark. When is Tyson visiting?”

“Come on, Annabeth. I’ll be leaving for the quest in…" I checked my watch. “Two hours. Tyson will visit sometime.” Annabeth glared at me. “And it’s not that dark.”

“You couldn’t even possibly read in here.”

"I don’t read.” She rolled her eyes, but a smile might’ve tugged at the corner of her mouth. The smile disappeared when she looked at the floor. Annabeth picked up a dirty pair of boxer shorts with one finger, holding her nose.

“Really?”

“Sorry, that was a mistake. I didn't remember those were there." I blushed.

“Uh-huh. Yuck.” She dropped them in the laundry pile, gagging audibly. “You are going to clean your room before you leave.” She commanded, and I looked at her, trying to do the puppy eyes. “Not going to work, Percy." I tried a different approach. I kissed her on the temple and then moved to kiss her on the mouth. She sighed and gave in, but when she pulled away, she still looked like she meant business.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you.” She shut the door behind her, and I sat on my bed. I hadn't gone on a quest without Annabeth in ages, but I was a little excited, too. Like maybe she could use a break from me, too. I knew I would miss her, but then again, I wanted her to have free time. And Estelle. She would get to be with Estelle. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

I started by opening the shades to windows I forgot existed. My cabin was pretty outdated, built a century or two ago, and the all-blue walls made Annabeth cringe, but I still thought it was homey.

The floor had been replaced by Tyson– once ugly faux-tiles, Tyson had gone hay while I was gone and replaced it with dark, hardwood flooring. I couldn't see the floor right now, due to the trash littering it, but it was beautiful when it showed.

The light flooding from the newfound windows made the cabin brighter than I thought possible, especially since there were no light fixtures besides my reading lamp in the whole room. (I did mention that it was built two centuries ago, right? So no fixtures. And not many people had occupied it since, so there had never been a change.)

I started to pick up candy wrappers and dirty clothing. Annabeth was right. These were not great living conditions. The difference was that I didn’t live with anyone, and therefore had no one to complain. (Besides Annabeth, but she didn’t technically live with me.)

I made my bed and put all of the dirty laundry (a lot) into a big bag. Maybe I could take it to the communal laundromat. I hadn’t cleaned my laundry since I got here three or four weeks ago.

I took a broom out from a small closet in the back of the cabin. Finally, when the trash had been cleared, you could see the floor. And the cabin looked nice– like it did when I arrived at camp.

Every time Tyson came to camp, he would spruce up the cabin just a little bit more. Rainbows reflected off of the hippocampi dangling from the ceiling.

A new fixture on the wall was now noticeable, thanks to the light flooding through the windows. I hadn’t noticed it before.

A scene made of metal showed the Argo II, swooping through the sky. I noticed a knob on the far side of the piece. When I turned it, the oars on the Argo II rotated slowly, and the birds flew through the sky. It was beautiful.

I was really impressed with what Tyson had been working on. One of his prized swords hung over his bed, glittering, and the fountain had been fixed. (I had destroyed it a while ago, but that’s another story.) My cabin actually looked partially habitable.

Yay!

I moved to where my desk was and looked up to the pictures on the wall. I lightly touched the one of Annabeth and I, laughing in a canoe on the Canoe Lake.

I shook my shoulders, loosening up, and walked outside.

I passed by some people on my way to the tree– Calypso was upset again, claiming she hadn’t come to the real world to hear about a stupid nymphs’ problems and not get paid. She was ranting to Piper especially, who just sat and listened– a trait of Pipers’ I appreciated myself.

“Hey Lester!" I said to Apollo. (Who was in mortal form, thanks to Zeus) He scowled at me, trying to look intimidating, but it looked more like he was trying not to cry with his new pimply, no longer chiseled face. He had not yet mastered facial expressions. I felt a twinge of guilt. But only a twinge. "I’m sorry, I meant Apollo." I tried not to laugh.

“Bah.” He walked away, annoyed. Nyssa came out of the woods looking baffled. I decided not to get involved. Lou Ellen was cursing at a statue, for a reason unknown to me. Leo was nowhere to be seen, and the same for Jason. I wondered if they were already at the tree, waiting for the no-show. With that thought, I picked up my pace and ran to the top of Half-Blood Hill.

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A/N: Oh dude I hope everyone likes the story... I’ll admit the wording feels a bit rushed and all over the place, but I hope it gets better! I’m going to upload the second part like... right now. :) I know I said this wouldn’t turn into a fanfiction blog, but please send me asks if you want to see something specific written. AHHH! Love y’all.

edit: grammar and sPeLLing

#percabeth #pjo #hoo #jiper #caleo #percy #percy jackson #leo valdez #jason grace #oc #pjo fanficton #fanfic #percy jackson fanfic #demigod delinquents

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seungminty · 6 years

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Tipsy Nights and Heart Eyes // Changbin

prompt: You’re an emotional drunk and really really love your boyfriend (so fluffy it’s ridiculous + ot9!crack) 1.7k

bc I’m always an embarrassing drunk and our boys are the sweetest ever

-mads<3

“So that’s why I believe that the BBC should continue to be licence-free instead of switching to the state for its income.” I nodded along with my colleague, hoping my face didn’t show my internal screaming that had continued throughout the whole riveting 20-minute conversation. I smiled gratefully when he said he was going to go find an intern he wanted me to meet, and I only just managed to stop myself from bolting out the door.

Why the hell I agreed to go to this stupid office party I had no idea. Well, actually, it was probably because everyone at the office thought I was no fun. What they didn't know is that I am also defensive as hell, so damn right I stormed into this packed club 30 minutes late, wearing the sparkliest dress I could find and ready to party. However, the night didn't turn out to be as wild as I thought. A colleague had latched onto me early on, boring me half to death and barely letting me get a word in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him return with a reluctant looking intern in tow. I looked from them to the group of colleagues doing shots in the corner, weighed up my options, and bolted towards the drunken huddle.

That’s how I ended up 20 minutes later, downing my 5th shot of some neon alcohol, singing an out-of-tune ABBA song and trying very hard not to fall off my bar-stool. My bemused eventually colleagues decided, much to my complaints, that they should probably call me a taxi. I managed to mumble out my boyfriend’s number, and only caught the beginning of the phone call before I was dragged away by our very funny, yet very drunk receptionist to dance. We danced and danced, cheered on by the rest of the club-goers, and for the first time in a long while, I felt relaxed and happy in front of my coworkers. I was so happy in fact, that I was about to attempt a cartwheel when I felt a soft hand clasp the wrists of my raised arms. I turned round to find the amused, yet concerned face of my boyfriend, who I was so happy to see that I immediately wrapped my arms around him, before peppering kisses all over his face. When he overcame the shock, he chuckled, and after grabbing my hands again, whispered in his familiar honey-like voice;

“I think it’s time to get you to bed love, before anyone gets seriously injured.”

I pouted but allowed him to pull me towards the door. As we passed them, I mumbled some sort of farewell to my colleagues, who for once, looked sad to see me leave and cheered me on as I clumsily left the club, but not before I gave them one last air punch as I exited the door. Changbin wrapped his arms securely around my waist and shoulders while I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he walked -more like dragged- me back to his car. I hardly had my seatbelt on when I felt all my giddy drunkness start to evaporate, leaving behind a wave of tiredness. Through my half-shut eyes, I saw Changbin look over at my suddenly crumpled state, letting out a chuckle before he began to reverse out of his parking space and head home.

‘You look super pretty, by the way.’

I smiled as I shut my eyes, the sounds of the car engine and Changbin’s soft humming lulling me to sleep. I was only half-awake when I felt my car door open and Changbin reach across me to unbuckle my seatbelt before helping me out the car. Managing to open my eyes, I quickly realised that no, this wasn't my apartment block, but the dorms. I opened my mouth to object but he seemed to read my mind, as always.

“No, I’m not leaving you at your apartment just because I have work tomorrow. My girlfriend can’t even walk straight, of course, I'm not going to just ditch her.”

My heart swelled at his words, and that was promptly followed by a very strong urge to throw up. Luckily we managed to reach the dorm without any incidents, except an encore of the ABBA songs from myself.

We passed a shocked looking Woojin as we tumbled into the living room, and I was promptly ushered to the sofa and told to sit down to wait for Changbin to find my pjs, and at this point, I was more sleepy than anything else, so I did so without much protest. My eyes were once again half-shut when I felt a soft blanket get tucked around me, and the sofa dip next to me. I opened my eyes and did slightly over-dramatic gasp as I saw Jeongin giving me a shy smile, looking slightly wary due to my drunken state.

“And what do you think of you’re doing this up late young man?” I attempted to use my best mom voice, trying my best to remain stern even though I was pretty sure I added in a few unnecessary words just there.

Jeongin just gave me a sheepish smile and walked away, probably feeling a bit awkward, leaving the newly arrived Hyunjin and Jisung laughing their asses off on the sofa opposite me. I frowned, before attempting to throw a cushion at them. Obviously, I failed miserably, only adding to their giggle fit. I was preparing my second pillow attack when I felt someone gently grab my arm and lower it. I looked up and saw a rather blurry Woojin. Once my eyes caught up I notice he had a cup of steaming tea in his hand, which he gently set down on the coffee table in front of me.

‘Here, for the headache you’re gonna have in about 4 hours.” He held out a couple advils, which I took with a big gulp of tea. I immediately screamed like a little bitch when I realised how damn hot the tea was, once again setting off the giggle twins in the corner, who I'm pretty sure were filming me now. Woojin looked concerned, rushing away to fetch some cold water as I whined, but I'm pretty sure I saw him biting back a laugh. A few minutes later I was curled up on the sofa, with a now thankfully lukewarm cup of tea, surrounded by fluffy blankets, and pretty much most of the boys who were probably waiting to see what dumb thing would come out my drunk mouth next.

They probably didn't expect me to burst into tears.

��Y-you’re all just so n-nice!!! I’m sorry for never really speaking to you, I r-really love you all so much and oh my god you’re just so nice! Jeongin you’re now my son so you ever need anything just ca-” My drunken sobs were cut short by Changbin’s arms wrapping around me and lifting me up princess style up off of the sofa while I sniffed pathetically. I caught a glimpse of the group of very confused and concerned boys behind us, and fortunately so did Changbin.

“Don't worry, shes just an emotional-ass drunk. I got it from here. Come on princess weirdo, I think it’s time for bed.”

He gently sat me down on the bed and began wiping off what was left of my makeup with a wet wipe as I sniffed and babbled on like a damn toddler.

“Your friends are the best.”

“I know.” He smiled gently, finishing with the wipe and helping me into my cosy pjs.

“Like the best best. Especially Woojin. I’m sorry I cried but he brought me TEA! I had no choice!” I exclaimed, getting slightly emotional again.

“Hey now, I thought I was the best best, should I be worried?” He pouted adorably at me, but I could see the hint of humour in his eyes.

“No no no. You’re the best best best. My cutie-pie. My little cutie pie honey bun.” This got a full-on laugh from Changbin, and I even detected a hint of rosiness on his cheeks, and I forgot that sober yn is never really one for pet names. He tried his best to hide his blush as he climbed into bed and lifted the covers and tucked us both in. I sighed contentedly as I lay down on his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around my torso, and decided to deem the night an overall success. Before I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper softly,

“Okay, Princess. I'm your honey bun.”

Bonus

“Morning sunshine.” I stirred as I heard Changbin mumble in my ear, before peppering my face with kisses. I smiled and began to open my eyes, noticing the cute little breakfast laid out on the bedside table, but then the headache hit.

“Morni- ohhhhhmygodmfhgf” I smashed my head back into the pillow and winced at the searing pain behind my eyes. I heard a tiny chuckle come from my boyfriend, causing me to reach my arm out to hit his shoulder for laughing at my pain.

“What did I do last night?” I asked once I could think straight again. I was greeted with silence, which I took as a bad sign.

“Oh no. It was bad, wasn't it?” I groaned, finally opening my eyes fully to see my Changbin biting back a smile.

“Well, you sang ABBAs entire discography, almost gave yourself a head injury, burnt your tongue, tried to attack Jisung and Hyunjin, cried for a bit, called me your cutie pie honey bun and then snored like an old man all night, but overall not your worst.”

I facepalmed, already cringing at the conversation I was bound to have with the rest of the boys.

Changbin laughed at my reaction, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. He took me in his arms again and cuddled us both back up in his soft blankets.

“Hey don’t feel too bad, I heard you were super popular with Jisung’s snapchat followers.”

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siamesesouls · 5 years

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I finally made this fic of my Kiane babies meeting Howzer, oh boi this is gonna be sweet. Hope ya’ll love it <3

It's been a long time since the Boar's Hat hosted a Sin's Reunion but it was a really special day, one worth the preparation. It was early morning when the sunny rays of light gently caressed the rosy cheeks of the young kids' faces as they hopped onto their parents' bed, giggles came out of the oldest one, Magnolia as she clung to her father's neck in an attempt to wake him up from his beauty sleep, the calm snoring he produced abruptly stopped as his first child violently stomped on his chest with her tiny body.

—"FWAAAAA" He yelled while the air on his lungs escaped from his chest in a painful manner.

—"Mooornin' Papa!" Magnolia cheerily exclaimed while his father still tried to catch a breath with his kid suffocating him.

—"Magnolia, I've told you sweetie not to sit on your father's chest, he can't breathe like that!" The Giantess sighed while being gently hold by their little boy.

—"And you...how are you my little cutie pie?" asked while she started to tickle her son, Cloud.

King began to cough as the little child unseated herself of his chest, soon noticing it was getting late for their friends' reunion, he put Magnolia on the ground and thank her for waking him up. Just as her tiny feet touched the ground she pointed her index finger and ordered her little brother to leave their parents alone so they could get ready for today with a demanding, almost cocky attitude, Cloud obeyed almost immediately and exit their room quickly.

—"God, she likes being bossy" King told his loved one with a grin on his face, proud of what they've made together.

They got out of bed to check on their little daughter; Rosa lying on her beautifully made cradle, the sheets touching just to her tender face was truly a divine sight for them.

A family, something they’ve only dreamt of having has been made true thanks to their efforts; they couldn’t believe how lucky they were of being with each other and of course the children by their side.

The air was way denser than before as their rosy cheeks turned into a beet red color, getting close for a kiss when…

—“Papa, Mama, stop flirting! We are gonna be late” Magnolia totally killed the mood for them. Well, some things can’t be helped.

Once they were ready they didn’t waste a single moment as King prepared the Chastiefol transforming it into his signature pillow for his whole family to reach Liones as soon as possible.

It was such a beautiful sight, the hills covered in thick green foliage rushing passed their eyes in one fluid motion, although they could still see the Sacred Tree from miles thanks to its colossal height it was a fun trip for the children since they had never taken a single step out of the borders of their home.

—“We are here” that single word made by their father was more than enough to make their little hearts go wild, despite their excitement they didn’t act rashly as they were careful enough with their dear mother and both the baby on her arms and their unborn sister.

Still holding tightly onto her, the children were left awestruck by the lively and crowded streets of the capital kingdom.

—“We’ll have plenty of time to travel around the city but for now we need to go to the Boar’s Hat” said the mighty Fairy King in a warm tone while pointing his family into the direction of the bar.

They don’t remember the last time they were this outside of the forest but both King and Diane could still remember when they’d given birth to their first two children in that same bar.

Nostalgia hit both of them in the face as they were already at the entrance, that place was filled with so many good memories for them; they even celebrated their honeymoon in there. The calming sighs of the wind along their kids’ tender voices were enough to wake them up from their daydreaming.

They were received by Elizabeth who noticed someone standing in front of the door, as she invited them to come in she noticed the two kids hidden behind their mother’s legs, at first they were nervous specially Cloud who was petrified under the thought of meeting someone new, he’s always been the shy little boy who never played around with anyone other than his golems. Magnolia stepped out of her hiding spot first giving a huge smile to Elizabeth as she gently hugged the pigtailed toddler.

Immediately crushed by his older sister’s bigger personality and charisma, the brunet little boy realized he was so useless at that type of meetings, how could he meet someone new without ruining it up? As he looked at her he couldn’t help but feeling hopeless at the sight of her getting along with someone so quickly, it was excruciating and painful, albeit he didn’t want anyone to feel pity for him not being able to relate to someone who wasn’t his family, he just stood there at the verge of tears when Diane took him and suddenly bringing him into her embrace.

—“There’s no need for you to force yourself to do anything you don’t want to” She said with such a soothing tone, making him feel safe, protected and warm. He could feel his tears drying up as he felt another hand caressing his hair, it was Elizabeth’s, suddenly apologizing for not realizing sooner what she did, or better, didn’t do. With his tiny hands he held onto her fingers while looking into her eyes, he was so happy feeling his cries were understood.

Just as he was getting comfortable with the tender warmth of his mother he immediately felt another presence closing in, it was Gilthunder and Howzer getting ready for their drinking hour.

Cloud felt threatened at the sight of more people he didn’t want to meet, luckily Gilthunder stayed at a safe distance saluting Elizabeth then the fairy and giant couple, while Howzer didn’t respect the space as he went right on to Diane’s side.

—“Wow, Diane it’s being a really long time since we’ve seen each other li―” just as he was getting closer and closer, Cloud gave him a cold killer glare in an effort to keep him as far as possible from the cheery Giantess.

—“Sorry Howzer, this is my son Cloud, he’s a little shy but I hope you get along pretty well” those words fell harshly at Howzer’s ears, who didn’t even stopped to think that his love rival would rise so triumphantly against him to win Diane’s affection. He couldn’t process the idea of someone so unmanly and crybaby like King actually winning his love interest’s heart, it was so unfair according to him. Cloud was still looking at him with a bit of disdain.

“Who was this man? And why was he looking at him almost jealously like? Was he-?” His train of thought suddenly halted by Howzer coming back to the cruel reality of King and Diane being together; well he tried to be the bigger man and showing his right hand to the little boy as a sign of peace between them, albeit the almost busting vein in Howzer’s forehead said otherwise. Cloud wasn’t happy either, he was looking straight at the grown up fingers of his hand getting close to him while moving away as fast as possible from his fake act.

Diane was getting worried about Cloud, so she decided to quickly excuse herself and face away from Howzer while trying to calm her little boy down.

Howzer was at a loss for words after being ignored yet again by Diane and her child; well he wasn’t going to let that sour moment ruin his drinking hour so he seated himself onto one of the wooden stools near the entrance and ordered a beer while Gilthunder was waiting to talk to Meliodas. His aggravated stare at the sight of the Fairy and Giantess couple while clenching his teeth was more than enough to catch Magnolia’s attention, the orange haired toddler was looking at Howzer’s face while hugging her little teddy bear, Harlequin.

—“What do you want?” he asked with a dry, rude tone.

She didn’t answer with words yet she let her glare do the talking, it was an awkward moment for both of them, as he brushed her off with a bit of attitude like nothing, a tsk was emitted from her tiny lips as she suddenly threw a bottle she found on the ground right at his side face.

—“What the hell!?!?” he shouted right back at her on a menacing stance.

—“What the hell is with you? She is just a child” Gilthunder replied to his infuriated friend, as Howzer let a sigh of bitterness out of his lungs. He was right, why was he getting so worked up over a brat? He needed to keep his cool.

She was still there looking at him and when their eyes met she took advantage of the circumstance sticking her tongue out at him.

—“You should know that I’m the Chief Holy Knight as thus you should be more respectful with me” He clarified with a mighty yet presumptuous like voice.

—“I don’t care, my father is way stronger than you” she cut him out faster than he would’ve expected it, his patience was beginning to show its edge as he got up of his drinking spot just to trip up with a raised ledge of the floor made by Cloud’s earth magic, hitting his face to the ground.

He exclaimed angrily at her waiting for retaliation, surprisingly for everyone around she began crying at his words calling for her mom to come save her from the apparently bad man.

Diane was closing in as Howzer’s heart stopped beating at the menacing sight of her murderous intent, he reacted a little too late to explain things up as Diane didn’t heard a word of his excuses threatening him to stop harassing her daughter, just as she turned her back at him Magnolia looked straight at him with a wide grin on her face fully knowing her plan worked.

Howzer was left numb at the sudden threat she made, asking himself why she did that.

—“Because she is an amazing mom” Cloud proudly told, puffing his chest alongside his older sister Magnolia doing the same.

—“We won’t let you do as you please with her you sad sack” Magnolia answered in a cocky voice definitely insulting Howzer, as he was so close to using his magic against the children when Gilthunder approached him certainly disappointed at the sight of him being angered by mere toddlers.

Howzer froze completely by the kids running into their father’s side, as he was holding the newborn Rosa on his arms asking what was going on.

—“I-it’s nothing of your concern” he said while having a zip of his drink.

King noticed something was wrong but instead decided to tell his kids they were to get going back to the Fairy King’s Forest.

As they both hopped joyfully to their father’s arms ready to leave the tavern so they parted ways with a tender hug to Elizabeth, which she invited them to stay any time they wanted much to the kids excitement for coming back to the Boar’s Hat again soon.

Just as they were leaving Howzer couldn’t help but look at them with a tender glare. They were kids after all; maybe he was wrong at judging them so quickly. He went to apologize for all the troubles he caused, as the kids were heavily surprised at first, he sounded sincere though so they gave him a handshake as a true peace sign. Just for now. He’ll rue the day he tries something funny with their Mama, somehow they were looking forward to make him suffer even more.

#kiane #diane x king #king x diane #fanfic #fanfiction #nnt #next generation #howzer #gilthunder #elizabeth liones

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April showers bring May flowers.

Molly remembered that as she walked past Rosie Lee’s closed doors for the second time that morning, lights off, and noticed the ‘We’ll be closed for a week for a bit of a break, see you all soon’ sign that was written in what she knew to be Louis’ handwriting. Clive had been the one to tell her that for the first time, as she sat in his cafe, with a pot of tea he’d made for her, a warm cheese scone melting the lump of butter she’d slapped onto it, on the verge of a breakdown over her first project disaster. It felt like everything was going wrong. Clive just smiled, and told her about April showers, and May flowers. And it had stuck.

As Molly glanced over her shoulder at the closed up cafe, Molly remembered it again. Right now it sucked Clive wasn’t in the cafe for a chat, her nervous tummy could have done with some wise words from Clive. But in twenty four hours, Clive would have a new hip and Molly could visit him in hospital, take him the toffees she knew he liked and the book she’d found in a charity shop that she was sure would be right up his alley, and once again promise him to take him up to the trundle and watch the horses. It would be better in the end, a closed Rosie Lee’s now, meant a better and happier Clive shortly. So Molly smiled, and headed home, watching her converse not quite scuff at the pavement, with the bouquet of flowers in her hand and two bottles of wine in the canvas tote on her shoulder.

It was a beautiful late April day, sunny and warm enough that Molly felt perfectly comfortable with bare legs under her sweet summer dress. Sure she had a bright pink cardigan on under her denim jacket, but she wasn’t sure that she’d be cold if she’d left it behind. The sun was glorious and Molly was revelling in it. Autumn always had been, and always would be her favourite time of year, but spring was a close second and it was thanks to days like that particular Saturday when Molly swore she could actually feel the world coming back to life after a long, cold winter.

It was as Molly was fishing for her keys in her bag, only a few steps from the front gate, that Molly’s phone tinged from the pocket off her jacket. Molly grabbed it, still searching for her keys, among her purse, crumpled receipts, water bottle, empty glass coffee cup and wine bottles, flicking her eyes to the screen as she rounded onto the front path.

Louis

They’d exchanged numbers nearly a week ago. Molly had been into the cafe just to catch up, but Clive wasn’t there. Just Louis. Clive could hardly walk, according to Louis, and finally he’d agreed to let Louis book him in privately and get it done. Molly would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved, if a little disappointed Clive wasn’t there for her to see before his operation. But they’d spoken on the phone, thanks to Louis’ idea to swap numbers. Apparently Clive wanted to talk to her before the operation, though it conspired that was only to make sure she wasn’t going to go back on her promise to go to the Trundle with him and watch the horses on the course below, and apart from that Louis promised to keep Molly up to date with what was happening and so she knew when she could go and visit. And like his father, Louis was clearly a man of his word.

Dad’s going down at about two thirty, I’ll keep you posted x

Molly replied with a quick thanks and a request to send Clive her love, just as her hand stumbled upon her keys. She grinned, ignored the anxious butterflies in her tummy that were now thanks to the news Clive really would be going down for his operation, as well as the fact she now only had an hour to wait until Harry turned up and took her away, with Nancy, for a BBQ at Shane and Ellie’s where other members of his family would be. Apparently they were quite close, after everything, Molly assumed it made sense. Her family had family friends, and it was nice Harry had that too, all things considered when it came to his immediate family’s past.

It felt like that hour simultaneously flew by, and also dragged like nothing else. Molly sat on her bed, cross legged, sketching messily, initial ideas for her new project that had already started up, constantly turning to look out the window every time she heard even the distant hum of a car outside. Everyone else was out, and she couldn’t blame them, it was a glorious Sunday, but it meant she didn’t even have someone she could lose time with chatting and laughing. When she felt as nervous as she did, she knew she could have really done with Jimmy to take her mind off it, or Clive to rationalise her, but neither were available so she was turning to the next best thing, her sketchbook and a worn down mechanical pencil.

When Harry did eventually turn up though, his car sliding into the forever empty space outside Molly’s house, Molly seemingly completely forgot about her sketchpad, leaving it open on her bed with the pencil and rubber strewn close by, as she headed out to the hall to open the door and pull her converse back on. Molly opened the door to Harry, in jeans and a plain t-shirt, as seemed to be his uniform, a pair of black boots on his feet, not exactly fit for the weather, Molly giggled.

“Are you not boiling?” Molly asked, still wearing a wry smile along with her finished outfit.

“Nice to see you too,” Harry chuckled, leaning forward and snatching her lips up in a sweet kiss. “You’ll be moaning when you’re cold later,” Harry pointed out, not being shy about looking Molly up and down with her bare legs. “Though you do look cute,” Harry smiled, eyes rising back to her face.

“Thanks,” Molly blushed, dropping her eyes.

“You ready then cutie pie.” Molly just shook her head at the ridiculous nickname that would never stick, and chuckled, turning for the bag she’d left by the door. “What’s that?” Harry asked, that almost infamous line between his eyebrows appearing as he frowned.

“Just some things,” Molly shrugged.

“What things?” Harry asked, as Molly joined him on the doorstep, pulling the door closed with her.

“Flowers for Ellie, a couple of bottles of wine, y’know the things you turn up to someone’s house with when you’ve been raised not dragged.” The regret was instant, and Molly felt her stomach twist as her eyes closed for longer than needed to blink. “Shit, Harry, I didn’t m-”

“I know, don’t,” Harry urged, taking her hand and walking them towards the car where Molly could see Nancy was sat in the passenger seat, smiling happily through the glass towards them. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, don’t treat me like a kicked puppy, please?” Harry spoke quietly, almost as if incase Nancy could hear through the door of the car. Molly just nodded, as Harry opened the door behind Nancy’s for her.

“Hello love, how are you?” Nancy’s gleeful tone instantly put a smile on Molly’s face, and the pair of them embarked on a happy catch up as Harry drove away from Molly’s to where they were going.

Even whilst chatting away to Nancy, Molly was getting more and more nervous the further they got from her house, and the closer they got to Ellie and Shane’s. The house trickled out to main roads, and eventually the new estates started to unfold. Dustings of white houses with red brick and coloured plastic doors. Each the same, with little squares of grass outside each and a small path that ran from the road to the front step. Some of them were bigger, some smaller, but they were perfectly identical other than that. Molly found herself a little distracted from the conversation as she began to get too focused on the somersaults her tummy was doing. Apart from the people she was sat in the car with, Ellie and Shane, Molly knew no one, but she knew everyone invited was family in some regard.

It had confused Molly a little, why Harry’s family would be invited along to a gathering at Shane and Ellie’s for their families.In typical Harry form though, he’d been quick to eradicate any doubts or questions. At first Molly wasn’t sure, it seemed far fetched that just because Harry was Lola’s goddaughter, his whole family would have merged into hers. But Harry had explained how Shane had done a lot of work with his uncle, and considering how things with Lola started, Ellie not wanting him alone with her until she could trust him again, trust him not to go off the rails when things got out of control, look for trouble just so he had something worse to focus on, Nancy had spent a lot of time with Lola. It made sense they were all close. They’d all gathered around a young child to make her upbringing as normal and calm as possible, Molly could understand that at least, and apart from anything else, she knew she had to trust what Harry was telling her.

What was the point if she couldn’t trust him?

They pulled up outside Ellie and Shane’s, and Molly noticed the open side gate that hadn’t even caught her eye the last time she’d been there. Nancy took Molly’s arm, linking them together, Molly holding onto her things tightly. If it had been Harry’s arm wound around hers she knew she’d have been squeezing it, but as it was, the bag took the brunt of her anxiety. She hoped her face wasn’t showing it, but when she looked over her shoulder to Harry, his footsteps a pace or two behind her own and Nancy’s, the smile he gave her told Molly her nerves were reading loud and clear.

The garden was longer than Molly had expected, a small swing set sat at the end, and there was a paddling pool inflated in the middle, filled with both balls and water, there were toys strewn everywhere, and a mini yellow and red car, doors open and on its side just outside the patio doors, one of which was open. All of that was background noise though, to the small collection of people that were sat around in chairs as the BBQ smoked, waiting for the coals to turn from black to grey, every single pair of eyes trailing to her and Nancy, and Harry behind them. Molly swallowed down hard and fought to keep her smile on her face. Nancy let go of her then, but the support of her arm, as she wandered towards people with her happy smile, was replaced by Harry’s hand on Molly’s lower back. Molly didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up to him, but she knew, he knew, she was grateful, as she stepped out of his touch towards Ellie who was grinning towards her, and heading straight for her with open arms.

“Hey lovely, how are you?” Ellie chimed, wrapping an arm around Molly, who tried to do the same but failed thanks to her collection of things.

“Good thank you,” Molly smiled. “These are for you,” Molly told Ellie, handing her the bunch of pretty flowers she’d picked out from the florists that morning. Ellie gushed and smiled and thanked her and took her hand leading her through to the kitchen with a suggestion of getting Molly a drink.

The inside of the house was beautiful, and Molly found her eyes wondering over the space casually, without even really realising. It was literally sparklingly clean, overly modern, with sharp lines and glinting surfaces. It was open plan, right across the dining room and kitchen, it was a huge space the width of the house and the sunlight was beaming around it. Molly imagined Sunday mornings around the large oval dining table, were pretty dreamy. Nearly as dream as her Sunday mornings at Harry’s small table across from him in only one of his shirts and her underwear from the night before.

“What would you like?” Ellie asked, pulling open the fridge. “Shane made some punch, but, well, I wouldn’t advise,” Ellie smirked over her shoulder back at Molly. “Or we’ve got gin, rum, margaritas, wine, beer, whatever you fancy,” Ellie told Molly, and she could tell she meant it, not like going into someone’s house and feeling awkward and annoying for asking for a simple glass of tap water. The doors were literally open, and Ellie was willing to give her guests whatever they asked for.

“Just a glass of wine will be fine,” Molly smiled with a nod, stepping closer to the breakfast bar and laying her hands on it. Ellie just nodded, and set about fetching a glass and a chilled bottle from the fridge to pour.

“Has Harry given you any kind of heads up about today?” Ellie asked, and Molly shook her head with a wry smile, Ellie simply rolling her eyes. “Sorry to spring it all on you, it’s just family though, my dad, Shane’s parents and his sister but they’re not here yet, then Frankie and Nancy,” Ellie told Molly with a nod. Molly knew Frankie, at least by name, her landlord, Harry’s uncle, only she’d almost entirely forgotten the connection until Ellie said his name, and she felt herself stifen. Ellie didn’t seem to notice, just handed Molly the glass of wine with a smile. As Ellie rounded the corner of the counter, Molly quickly knocked back a mouthful of her wine and hoped the effect would take to her quickly.

Back outside, Molly headed to the empty seat next to Harry that had obviously been saved and left vacant for her. Harry was sat next to the man Molly recognised as her landlord, though was familiar as the other man from the photos in Nancy’s house, the one that didn’t look so much like Harry, but also as her landlord. The sun was belting down, and Harry was sat fully in it, his golden skin soaking in the rays and undoubtedly loving it as he literally glowed. Molly felt it prickle on her own pale skin as she stepped out of the shadow of the house into the sunlight, and she was glad she could still smell the sunscreen she’d lathered on that morning.

“Ok love?” Harry asked as Molly took her seat and a sip of her wine, she nodded, knowing full well her cheeks were blushing. It had been a long time since Harry had called her that, in fact she couldn’t remember the last time he’d used the pet name that seemed to apply to anyone for Harry. “This is my Uncle Frank,” Harry pointed out, and Molly noticed how what was usually a hint of an accent, was stronger, and more consuming of his voice as he flicked his eyes to older man sat next to him.

“We’ve met,” Frank smiled, and somehow it felt settling and familiar, and not just because Molly had followed that man around the place she now called home a few months ago, or because she had his number saved in her phone, or because she’d called that number on more than one occasion about problems with the flat. In the garden though, the barrier that stood up between them as landlord and tenant lowered as Molly became the girl his nephew was introducing to the family. The dynamic was different to what Molly was used to with Frank, but not in a bad way. The conversation continued with Molly included, and Frank asked her the things people asked when they were getting to know someone, they were the sort of questions her parents had asked Ryan the first time Molly had taken him home to meet her family. It was a role Molly hadn’t played in a while, but in a strange sort of way it felt nice, and Harry kept his arm laid over the back of Molly’s chair the whole while, his fingers occasionally brushing over her shoulder, which only made it feel something better and bigger than nice.

Even when Harry got up to fetch Lola from her nap, offering to go and get her as Ellie and Shane fussed over food, the conversation between Molly and Frank didn’t cease. For a few seconds Molly had quietly prayed Harry would be quick, and she wouldn’t be alone for long, but that feeling quickly eased. It seemed there was something about those green eyes they all shared, and the soft smiles, that were nearly identical, that encouraged openness and comfort. Even when Harry appeared back in the back door, a sleepy Lola resting in his arms, Molly only glanced and offered a smile, before turning her attention back to Frank who was talking about the time he’d worked in London, after Molly had told him she was thinking she’d move to London at least for a little while once she’d graduated.

“Lolly!” It was a sweet gurgling voice, a little scratchy from sleep, but Molly turned to it nonetheless, cutting her own line of conversation short at the sound. Lola was clambering down from Harry’s arms eagerly, and smiling widely as she ran across the garden to Molly. Molly chuckled and twisted in her seat to grab Lola and lift her up onto her lap.

“Hello you, how are you?” Molly asked still smiling, and sitting back to look at the little girl, tucking some of her messy from sleep curls behind her tiny ears. “Did you have a good sleep?” Lola nodded happily, small fingers reaching for the silver necklace Molly had clasped around her neck.

“I hope I’m gonna get a cuddle like that in a minute trouble maker,” Frank smiled from beside Molly, reaching out and tickling Lola’s thigh. Lola instantly got shy, burying her face into Molly’s chest and giggling to herself. Molly laughed and held Lola to her until she twisted her head to look across at Frank with a sweet smile. “You being shy for?” Frank hummed. “Got a new friend is it?”

“Lolly my friend,” Lola nodded, as Harry sat down between them.

“Lolly’s my friend,” Harry corrected with a coked eyebrow.

“No!” Lola practically shouted, frowning and lifting her head so quickly she nearly met Molly’s chin on the way up.

“Hey now, careful little miss you nearly hurt Lolly then,” Harry warned gently. Lola’s eyes cast to Molly with a sorrowful look in her eyes.

“Can she not say Molly?” Frank asked from the other side of Harry.

“No, Harry can’t, and Lola caught on,” Molly jested with a smirk, eyes flicking to Harry as she let Lola off her lap, the little girl squirming to get to the floor.

“I can say it,” Harry started with a slight frown, clearly a little offended, before turning to Frank and explaining what had happened.

The mid afternoon passed in a blur of sunshine, laughter, more alcohol, at least for Molly, though Harry was refraining in favour of being able to drive them home, and excellent BBQ food. Molly’s skin was prickling, and she knew she should probably have put some more sunscreen on her shoulders, and she’d probably regret not doing so later, but she was so caught up in Lola, that it went unnoticed. The little girl was paddling around in the small paddling pool, asking Molly to come with her once she was changed into a bright pink and turquoise all in one swimming suit. Molly couldn’t say no, and so she’d picked up her nearly finished glass of wine and headed to the pool, where she crouched by the side and entertained Lola with the toys that were in it.

“You ok?” Molly didn’t even notice Harry arriving by her side, until he spoke up and dropped to the same level she was at, a can of Coke in his hand.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Molly smiled with a slight nod.

“Uncle Harry you get in,” Lola cried, jumping closer, splashing water all around her, though neither Harry nor Molly minded the few splatters that hit them, just both chuckled as Lola grabbed Harry’s hand and attempted to pull him into the water.

“No, not today angel, next time,” Harry told Lola with a promise, switching their hands so he was holding hers rather than the other way around. “Why don’t you hop out and come play with your cars so we can sit down with the grown ups for a bit yeah?” Harry suggested sweetly, pulling Lola closer to the edge gently. Lola just shook her head though. “Lola,” Harry warned.

“It’s ok,” Molly whispered, but Harry shook his head so Molly just sat back and let Harry deal with the situation.

“Come on out you get,” Harry tried to insist, but Lola just persisted to shake her head.

“Want to play here with Lolly,” Lola whined, trying to pull her hands out of Harry’s and kicking her legs aggressively, beginning to frown furiously.

“Lola, it’s time to get out of the pool, are you going to make me count to three?” Harry let go of Lola’s hands then, his eyebrows lifting up his head as he gave Lola a second to think about his offer. The little girl just pouted more though and folded her arms across her chest, looking away from Harry pointedly. “If I get to three you’re going indoors for a time out,” Harry warned one more time.

“Lola Belle, I hope you’re doing as Uncle Harry says,” Shane’s voice was stern, and Molly took it as he cue to walk away, taking her nearly empty wine glass back to her seat and letting Shane and Harry deal with the stubborn little girl who didn’t want to leave her pool behind. It was slightly out of sight for where everyone was sat, not completely, but enough that it wasn’t advisable for Lola to be left unattended, Molly could understand that, and though she would have happily sat by the inflatable pool for a little longer until Lola got bored, she knew undermining Harry wasn’t the way to play it.

Harry marched past Molly a few seconds later with a crying Lola in his arms, trying to fight her way away from him and back to the floor, though it was having little effect. There was a stern word about how she had to do as she was told, as Harry stepped back into the house and Molly found herself taking the final mouthful of her wine as the conversation around the circle of chairs went quiet. Nancy and Ellie were inside, and through the kitchen window Molly saw even their eyes follow Harry and Lola through the house.

“Terrible twos, more like terrible threes,” Shane sighed from behind Molly before he took a seat with a defeated sigh. Molly chuckled like she had any idea at all about the changes in children’s behaviour through their development, and looked down to her empty glass.

“Do you want a top up?” Shane offered, getting to stand up, but Molly saw how exhausted he looked.

“It’s ok I’ll get it,” Molly told him with a smile getting to her feet and heading for the kitchen. On the few occasions Molly had spent time with Lola, she’d never felt out of her depth, despite her lack of experience with toddling children. But she felt out of her depth as Harry had changed his tone to get Lola out of the pool, and warned her there’d be trouble if she didn’t do as she was told. She didn’t know what she was meant to do or say, and so she’d just walked away and she still didn’t know if that was right either. She could feel herself overthinking it, the whole thing, no one was worried about what she’d done or hadn’t done, apart from her, but she just didn’t want Harry to think she was out of her depth when it came to Lola and taking care of her. There was no real reason for Molly to feel that way, no one had made her feel like she had to prove anything, least of all Harry, yet still she felt it.

“Well it’s not fair on you and Shane, I’ll have a word with him.” It was clear Nancy and Ellie hadn’t heard Molly come in the kitchen as they stood at the sink washing up, and Molly got the distinct feeling it wasn’t a conversation she was meant to overhear, so before anything else could be said she placed her glass on the kitchen side, noisily and pointedly, announcing her presence. The two women turned instantly, and it was all over their faces, the worry she’d overheard what they’d been saying, and the panic on Ellie and Nancy’s features quickly found its way into the pit of Molly’s stomach.

“Do you want a hand?” Molly offered quickly with a smile, trying to distract from the obvious awkwardness, no one quite sure what to say next. Whether to apologise, whether to explain it away, Molly would rather just skim past it, and ignore the new feeling inside her and look the other way. Again.

“Oh no don’t be daft, you after a drink?” Ellie asked, with a similar smile as she wiped a dish towel over the last of the plates, stacking them on the side to put away.

“I’ve got it,” Molly told her with a shake of her head, moving to the fridge and grabbing the half empty bottle of wine that her and Ellie had been working through. “Did you want a top up?” Molly asked before filling her own glass back up.

“Oh please,” Ellie nodded, a large stack of plates in her arms. Molly filled Ellie’s glass first, before moving onto hers.

“Did Harry go upstairs?” Nancy asked from behind Molly as she opened the fridge to put the wine back.

“I’m not sure, he took Lola for a time out I think,” Molly shrugged, glancing to Nancy for a second. There was something about her face that didn’t help the feeling Molly had inside her. Molly couldn’t put her finger on it, and part of her supposed she was just overthinking again, jumping to conclusions without any real evidence for how she’d got to them.

“What’s she done now?” Ellie groaned.

“Wouldn’t get out of the pool,” Molly explained simply, picking up her glass of wine, and looking at Nancy over the rim of it as she took a small sip.

“She’s really pushing those boundaries at the moment,” Ellie explained with a sigh, closing the cupboards and quickly grabbing her own glass of wine. Molly hadn’t noticed it before, but Ellie seemed exhausted, and not just physically. She seemed drained, like even thinking about Lola’s testing behaviour took it out of her.

“She’ll get over it, don’t worry about it love,” Nancy assured with a knowing promise in her tone, and Ellie nodded, seemingly supposing it was true before Nancy disappeared from the room. Ellie sighed again, and shook her head, looking down at the floor as she clutched her glass of wine.

“Sorry Ellie, where’s your bathroom?” Molly asked quietly, part of her thought maybe she should have asked if there was anything she could do, but Molly knew she couldn’t. She was literally the least qualified person in that house at that time to offer any kind of advice on Lola’s behaviour. To Molly Lola hadn’t even been that naughty, but then she supposed that was because she had no idea what she was talking about, and she didn’t really know Lola, or what she was getting up to between the times Molly had seen her. It was just proof how far out of her comfort zone Molly truly was.

“Oh if you go upstairs, and it’s like left around the stairs and then first door on the left,” Ellie told Molly, and Molly couldn’t ignore the look in Ellie’s eyes then, so Molly sighed, throwing it all to the wind and stepping forward.

“Lola isn’t a naughty child Ellie, she’s just seeing what she can get away with, it’s normal,” Molly assured with a gentle smile, reaching to Ellie’s arm. Of course she didn’t really know it, but Molly still believed it was true. “Don’t worry about it, she’s a gorgeous girl, and you’re a brilliant mum.” That Molly did know, and Ellie nodded just a little with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” Ellie whispered, before Molly backtracked for the bathroom, making her way through the house. As Ellie had said Molly took the stairs up to the first floor. The voices were very obvious, though it was also very obvious they were trying not to be overheard. Even so, Molly recognised Harry’s voice, and she was beginning to know she would recognise it even in the most crowded of rooms, let alone in a silent house. Molly hesitated on the stairs a little, taking them slower, she couldn’t really make out the words, they were muffled, hidden behind one of the solid wooden doors she could now see.

“Not now Nan.” Harry’s voice raised, virtually a shout full of frustration, nearly a growl, and it made Molly jump, throwing her into action. She took the last few steps quickly, pulling the bathroom door shut and locking it before she breathed again. Behind the door Molly closed her eyes, there was something going on, and she couldn’t run from the feeling that it concerned her. She could feel people tiptoeing around her, she just couldn’t put her finger on why and it was making her heart beat faster and her hands shake a little.

Eventually Molly heard the creaking of the stairs, and it was only then that she relaxed and actually used the bathroom. She checked herself in the mirror before leaving, her cheeks were rosy from the sun, and her shoulders had a definite pink glow. She patted both her cheeks and shoulders with a little cold water, trying to cool them, and thinking she’d put some more sunscreen on before going outside. There was a bottle of it in her bag, it was nearly empty but there’d be enough to see her through until the sunset and a breeze came in and she was forced to put her jacket back on.

“Oh, hi.” Molly jumped a little at the sight of Harry, stood outside the bathroom, leaned against the wall opposite the door, looking down at his feet until the door opened and he looked up to Molly. He didn’t have to say anything at all, it was all over his face, ridden in his eyes. Something was about to crash, and Molly could almost already feel the burn.

“I need to talk to you,” Harry gulped, his lips barely moving at all, his voice low and dark as he stood straight and reached for her.

“Ok,” Molly chuckled breathily, nervously, Harry leading her away from the bathroom towards the room at the end. It was clearly a spare room, there wasn’t anything in it that suggested it was anybody in particulars bedroom. Just a bed and some bedside tables. None of it really mattered though, as Harry closed the door and turned back to Molly, swallowing thickly so that his whole neck seemed to clench and unclench. “What’s going on?” Molly asked, somehow quieter than she expected.

“I haven’t been completely honest about some stuff,” Harry sighed, and Molly felt her shoulders fall. She didn’t want her gut feeling to be proved right, she wanted it be proved very, very wrong, time and time again.

“Is this what you and your nan were arguing about?” Molly asked narrowing her eyes a little. Molly saw Harry retract into himself a little, emotionally stepping back, clearly not expecting the question, but he nodded nonetheless. If he was being honest, he may as well be honest about everything, it seemed. Molly felt herself stiffen against it, walls going up, the blind side rising. “Look if you’re not ready to tell me whatever it is, it’s fine-”

“No it’s not,” Harry chimed in quickly, his words biting. He stepped closer and shook his head all at once, eyes beaming down at Molly. “You need to stop doing that, you’re too nice and you’re letting me get away with shit you shouldn’t be,” Harry told her, and Molly couldn’t help the confusion, it felt hypocritical and she winced a little, eyebrows dropping, eyes fluttering as she recoiled a touch.

“Who said that?” Molly asked.

“Me,” Harry admitted sharply. There was nothing then, not a nod, or a word, or barely even a breath. Just silence as Molly looked up at Harry and swallowed on nothing in particular apart from the realisation of what was happening, of what she couldn’t control. On the fact she was falling deep into something and someone she didn’t know. “Look Lolly, I need to tell you, it’s not fine that I didn’t tell you in the first place,” Harry told her.

“Ok,” Molly nodded and took a seat on the bed without any suggestion from Harry that she should do so. She looked down at her clasped hands, trying to keep the shake out of them, trying to keep the nausea down and trying to keep her heart from beating right out of her chest. Harry moved closer, but didn’t sit down, not at first at least.

“So,” Harry started, but a long shaky breath took over and stole the rest of his words. Molly glanced up, there were tears lining his eyes making them gloss slightly. Molly couldn’t tell if it was because of what he was about to say, or if that’s how having her in the dark was making him feel. Either way, she felt a crack shatter through her. “The thing is,” Harry tried again after clearing his throat; “You know how I told you about my sister? About how I’d find her if I could?” Molly nodded, still looking up at Harry from where she sat. “I wouldn’t be able to do that, I can’t do that because,” Harry cleared his throat again then and his eyes shot to the ceiling, nostrils flaring, jaw tightening as he tried not to cry. “Ida died,” Harry breathed shakily and Molly’s hand lifted to her mouth without her really meaning to do it.

“Harry,” Molly breathed, looking up at him, her hand still hovering over her lips, muffling her words a little. “I’m so sorry,” She went on, getting to her feet, Harry’s eyes firmly on the floor, focusing on forcing his emotions back rather than Molly’s words. He just shook his head.

“I should have told you,” Harry sniffed, and Molly could tell his attempts not to cry weren’t working. Molly shook her head, but he couldn’t see, he was still looking at the ground, even though Molly could see him blinking back the tears that were making his long thick lashes wet.

“It’s ok, it’s sensitive, I understand why you didn’t,” Molly told him, and that much was true. There was no way Molly ever would, or ever could, hold it against him. It was obvious how much it still hurt him to even think about, let alone say out loud. Molly supposed it was easier just not to tell people, maybe that way he could pretend it wasn’t true, at least around those who didn’t know. Perhaps he liked that she didn’t know, just one little part of his life entirely separate from a part he’d rather didn’t exist. Of course it would never have lasted forever, and Molly was glad he’d told her really, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear, or any easier to watch Harry come to terms with it all over again.

“I shouldn’t have lied like I did though, I had the opportunity to tell you the truth and I didn’t,” Harry mumbled, finally glancing up at Molly, his eyes bloodshot from where he’d been fighting so hard not to let the tears out. But he’d stopped trying, and tears were trickling down his cheeks, making his cheeks shine in the light that came through the windows. They were silent, he didn’t sob, or catch his breath, he just let the tears fall, swiping away at them occasionally.

“I’m not going to hold it against you Harry,” Molly sighed, taking the tiniest of steps closer. Harry shook his head though, somehow avoiding her eyes. And it was suddenly clear there was more, so Molly stopped and waited, patiently.

“Mum blamed me for it, that’s why I got sent down here to be with Nan, she didn’t want me around anymore, she couldn’t stand me,” Harry seethed, but Molly got the feeling it was more at himself than anyone or anything else.

“Why would she blame you?” Molly asked quietly.

“I was meant to be meeting Ida after school,”Harry started, any anger that had started to rise up, fading out then. “I met her everyday after school, but I got caught up, I got into a fight, a stupid- I don’t even remember, when I went to meet Ida she’d already left so I started walking home assuming she’d done the same, and she had,” Harry went on, walking through it all in his mind, not really looking at Molly, more straight through her, straight past her. “On the way back to ours from school you had to go through this alley, I always hated it, there were always rumours that some gang hung out there from time to time and mugged people, beat them up, girls mostly, so I was panicking a bit,” Harry went on, and Molly felt herself tensing up. Even though she couldn’t see exactly where it was going, she knew how it ended, and that was enough. “That’s where I found her, she was barely alive when I got to her, she’d been beaten bloody, her bags were gone, everything was gone, her tights were all ripped, it was…” Harry drifted off then, words trailing out into a shaky breath that hitched in his throat as he caught himself.

“You don’t have to tell me this,” Molly told him quickly, stepping forward once more.

“I do,” Harry told her with a sharp nod, eyes flicking to hers. The tears had all dried up, but there was enough emotion in his eyes that they weren’t necessary for Molly to know all the things he was feeling. All the anger and regret and fury and despair. It was all there, all mixed together in a jumbled mess shining sharply through those bright green eyes. “I want you to know,” He told her, so Molly nodded and waited for him to start again. “When she got to the hospital she’d fallen unconscious and from there it just never got better, she didn’t wake up, she died two days later and it was all my fault cause I was more worried about a stupid fight than walking my sister home,” Harry sobbed then, he broke, in every way Molly thought a person could. He folded in on himself, almost as if he’d cracked, Molly stepped forward then fully, wrapping her arms around him tightly and pulling him close. His head found her shoulder and Molly held it there, her fingers combing into his hair. She bit her lips together, holding it tight as he shook, his arms tangled around her.

“It’s not your fault Harry,” Molly whispered. “It’s just not,” She told him, speaking into his hair, but it only made Harry stand out of her arms. Molly didn’t want to let go of him, but he didn’t give her much choice with how quick and strong he stood again.

“I should have been there,” Harry choked. “If I hadn’t gotten into a stupid fight,” He told Molly, shaking his head.

“You didn’t attack her though Harry, it’s not your fault, that some awful people decided to do that, it’s not, it never will be, for all you know being there would have made no difference, it might just have been bot-”

“Me instead,�� Harry interjected. “And a lot of people would have been a lot better of for it,” Harry told Molly, and she knew he believed that. It made her feel sick, it made her want to shake him, and scream at him. How could he not see how important he was, how loved, and needed, and wanted he was?

“That’s not true,” Molly implored. “And I don’t want you to tell me it is, because it’s not, I wouldn’t be better for it, your friends wouldn’t be better for it, your nan wouldn’t be better for it, don’t say it, it’s not true.” Harry said nothing, just began to chew at his cheek. It didn’t take long, in fact barely even ten seconds for the dots to join. “This is why you don’t like people walking alone?” Molly asked, and Harry nodded slowly. Molly closed her eyes, instantly regretting ever arguing with him over it, ever using it against him, every making him feel small for asking to know she was home safe even if they’d just had a blazing row in the street. Harry just chewed his lip, looking at his feet, toying with the ring on the fourth finger of his right hand. Gold with a square red gem placed into it, it was one he always seemed to wear, even when the others didn’t make an appearance and it caught Molly’s eye as he span it around his finger.

“I’m such a shitty person,” Harry sighed shaking his head, “I should have just told you-”

“Harry, no, stop, it’s ok, I-”

“You’re not listening,” Harry snapped, eyes on Molly ring forgotten. “It’s not just that, it’s shit, I’m sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean to shout,” Harry quickly apologised, but Molly shook her head, his tone of voice not even really registering with Molly until he made a point of it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you deserve better Lolly, I can’t, I’m…” Harry lost this words, and Molly found herself frowning at him.

“What’s going on Harry?” Molly asked, quietly afraid of the answer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I can explain, if you’ll let me, I’m-” Molly’s phone ringing loudly in her pocket cut them both off, and Molly moved quickly to grab it and silence it, turn the call off. Nothing was as important as whatever Harry had to say. But then she saw the caller ID, and clearly Harry did too. She looked up to him. Louis. “Answer it, you need to answer it, it’s ok,” Harry told her, still a slight shake in his voice and in his hands. Molly nodded, and answered the call.

“Louis?” She asked, but there was no answer. “Louis, is everything ok?” There was a lot of loud background noise, the sound of vehicles moving around, Louis had obviously stepped outside to make the call.

“No, not really,” Louis’ voice was wobbling a little, and Molly held her breath. “Dad went into cardiac arrest…” Molly zoned out, eyes lifting to Harry, frozen, not really hearing what Louis had to say, not really taking any notice of the details, her mind simply whirring, wondering, thinking about her next step, about what she was going to do, trying to promise herself it was going to be ok. “They don’t know if he’s going to make it, you should probably come down, if you, well, y’know,” Molly nodded before she realised Louis couldn’t see her. “Molly?”

“Yeah, I’ll, erm, I’ll get there as soon as possible,” Molly told Louis, and the call virtually ended there, Molly staring at her screen trying to make sense of something.

“What’s happened?” Harry asked, clearly concerned, and unsure.

“Clive, he, they’re saying he might not make it, I’ve got to get…” Molly’s words got lost in her head as she started moving for the door, slowly in a blur, though it felt like everything around her was going a hundred miles an hour as she tried to find something, anything, stable to cling to.

“I’ll take you to the hospital,” Harry told her, pulling Molly out of her head for her to find she hadn’t actually moved an inch.

“No you stay, you should stay,” Molly told him, nodding her head, sure she was speaking sense even though nothing felt sensical.

“Not a chance, I’m coming with you, go and get in the car, I’ll go and say goodbyes,” Harry told Molly, and she found all she could was nod. She took herself off to the car and waited for Harry, wishing her mind would slow down and go over Louis’ words slowly rather than at a mile a minute and out of order so that nothing made sense. Though it made no odds how slowly she took it, it still made no sense.

Once Harry was in the car, neither of them said a word, Harry didn’t ask for an explanation just drove to the hospital as quick as he could, dodging through traffic like it was a video game, and that was a little how it felt. At least it didn’t feel like real life. What she was feeling was completely new to Molly, and she couldn’t make head or tail of it. There were things whirring around her mind and she couldn’t pin any single one of them down for long enough to understand it. It was nauseating and anxiety inducing, not to mention frustrating and soul destroying.

Molly had absolutely no idea how long it took to get to the hospital, it felt like time was as much of a loose concept as it really was, it didn’t matter, it didn’t make any odds. All that mattered was the minute she was in, the ones before and the ones to come felt like abstract concepts that Molly didn’t care for. It just slipped past as easily as Molly slipped out of Harry’s car and ran towards the entrance, quickly finding the reception and breahtlessly asking for directions. All that mattered was getting to Clive, anything else could wait.

Molly was all but running through the bright white corridors of the hospital, she was frantic and she couldn’t really even hear Harry calling behind her, or his heavy footsteps following hers. She was clutching her jacket in her hand. She didn’t know why she’d picked it up when she got out of the car, but she found she was squeezing it tight enough that she could virtually feel her nails in her palm through the denim, as she literally ran through the receptionists directions.

The ward was quiet, eerily quiet, apart from Molly’s arriving footsteps there didn’t seem to be another sound, no sense of urgency. In any other time, any other circumstance the calmness would have eased Molly, but as it was she felt tears beginning to prick her eyes. Looking back, she’d realise that she knew what she was about to find at that moment, but she chose to ignore it, wait for final confirmation even though her heart was already breaking. There wasn’t a soul anywhere, Louis was nowhere, no one she knew was anywhere, and she found herself stopped in the middle of the thoroughfare of the ward looking for a face she knew.

It was then she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, and she turned to it quickly. Harry was there, right behind her, and she could just about make him out through her tear blurred vision.

“Sit down, I’ll find someone,” Harry told her quietly, and Molly nodded. It didn’t feel like she was feeling anything, it just felt like she was going through the motions, and her legs took her to the seats, one of which she took, flopping down into it and staring up at the ceiling, puffing a shaky breath out of her aching lungs. It was all a blur, Molly was aware of nothing around her, all she could hear was the conversation with Louis on repeat in her head, and her eyes were beginning to sting from how intently she was staring at a single bulb in the ceiling. Until she heard her name, and she turned to it, her neck snapping back to normal.

Molly got to her feet quickly at the sight of Louis. If she’d known it before, there was no doubt then, as she took Louis in - red faced and glassy eyed. A sob bubbled her lips and choked out of her as she stared at who was essentially a stranger, though in that moment it didn’t feel that way. Louis just shook his head and Molly swore she saw how much his breath shook as he exhaled, how much he was fighting not to break down for what Molly could tell wouldn’t be the first time. Harry was stood in the middle of them, watching the strange interaction, neither able to speak, both just about able to breathed. Though without really registering, he moved to Molly, just before her knees gave way. She collapsed into him, fully sobbing, fat, wet, salty tears straight into his grey t-shirt. He held her, pulled her back to her feet, and made himself a pillar. Harry didn’t say a word, no one said a word, Molly just sobbed, though silently, into him.

“Molly, come in here.” It was Louis again, and somehow he seemed to be the one holding it together best. His voice was soft and gentle, and so was his hand that took hers once she was out of Harry’s arms, and led her to the room he’d come from. Inside there was a small collection of people, Molly knew instantly who they were. They all looked how Louis had, like the world and fallen down around them, and Molly supposed it had, at least that was the feeling that was settling into Molly, even with Harry right behind, ready to catch her no matter what.

“Molly.” The woman breathed, getting to her feet and striding to Molly. All Molly could remember of her, was her eyes, kind and bright blue, the way Clive had always described them, and she encircled Molly quickly without hesitation. Molly was the outsider in that room, but as had always been the way with Clive, it didn’t feel that way for a second.

Somehow Molly left the hospital, somehow she ended up on Harry’s couch, in a pair of his jogging bottoms and one of his hoodies. Somehow her hair got tied up and her make up got taken off. Somehow she got wrapped in a blanket. But she wasn’t sure how any of it had happened when she woke up in Harry’s living room, her head on his lap, his hand stroking her hair softly, his other gripping her middle tightly, holding her strong and steady.

The whole day felt forgotten, it had all been erased by just over an hour in the walls of the hospital. But when Molly opened her eyes, she remembered standing in that lifeless spare room with Harry, his eyes red raw, and his words tipping over one another.

“What were you going to tell me earlier?” Molly asked groggily, her throat sore and her voice croaky. Harry just stroked her hair a bit more, leaning over her and pressing his lips on her temple.

“It doesn’t matter right now baby, do you want some food?” Harry asked, but Molly shook her head, and curled closer into Harry, numb to mostly everything apart from the warmth of his body and the comfort she found being tangled up around him. It felt like Harry was the only person she could want, the only person she could need, when what she really wanted and needed was long gone. He seeped into the holes and into the cracks and filled it as best he could, not replacing, never replacing, because he was different in every which way, but just stopping anymore of her draining out of the cracks and the holes, before she was as much of a shadow as he was.

Just gonna go find a rock to hide under

Have a good weekend <3

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Idol!Changmin (Q) x Model!reader Fluff

Anon: Yes! We need more the boyz writers! If I may request, could you write a bulletpoint piece model!fem reader and idol!changmin/q meeting and falling in love? ❤️ A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request! changmin is my bias and so i would absolutely love to write for him so im glad this was requested. *disclaimer* this is the first thing ive written in a very long time and im sure it’s not the best, im sorry for that but hopefully i made up for it with adding other members cracky content as well <3

being a model was never what you intended to do when you grew up but you started posing for photography students during school and from there more and more people want to take your picture

now, 3 years later it’s a whole career and you get to work alongside some amazing brands and creators to promote stuff

one week, you were sent to seoul for a shoot with numerous other people to promote a clothing brand

usually you didn't mind flying out to new places, in fact it was the best part of the job once you got over the language barrier

but this time, you were completely alone, your manager couldn't come due to family problems and all of your friends had work

so you were completely alone going to this event

and little did you know it wouldn't just be a small shoot, tons of people were there from all over the world

they had actors, singers and models from tons of different places and companies

and most of them were older than you which made things more stressful

so, first day there and everyone’s being told their schedules and what they need to be doing

when you’re given your schedule you see you’ve been put on the same shoot as a boy group and a handful of other models

not that you minded because maybe you could make some friends seeing as you’d be there for a while

luckily your shoot wasn’t for a while as they didn’t choose you as one of the major people involved with the project so you ended up in a backroom with a few other people minding their own business

it was reasonably quiet in the room, people chatting away and on their phones until the door burst open and a group of boys walked in

all of them were, well

very very very very cute

its uwu time

no wonder they’d been picked for this project, who wouldn't want something modelled by them

They walked in together, one following behind the other. The final boy to walk in looked around at everyone until his eyes met yours

and when i say awkward eye contact, i mean awkward eye contact for about 6 seconds before he accidentally walked into his group member in front of him

followed by some profuse blushing and apologising

they proceeded to disperse into the room and sit down

the one who made intense awkward eye contact lingered for a second, looking around before settling into a seat opposite you

Now there were around 18 people all sat together, not really talking very much

and the air was, awkward.

Until the organiser of the event came in to introduce himself and explain what you were all meant to do

The whole time he was introducing himself you felt someone looking at you, but whenever you searched everyone's faces no one was looking

everything was going fine and dandy until the guy explaining the concepts and the activities you guys would be doing for the shoot asked everyone to introduce themselves one by one

it wouldn’t usually be a problem, you’re a confident person and modelling has certain helped that but when surrounded by so many beautiful humans it’s scary as hell

so, they all introduced themselves. one of the members called Hyunjoon even threw in a cheeky wink at the end of his introduction

like who ??? let you be so cute

but then it came to the one who held the awkward eye contact

he seemed dead set on never looking at you ever again after that first moment up until the second he stood

he looked right at you as he introduced himself

explaining that he didn't mind being called Q or Changmin

what a freaking cutie pie

when it was your turn you felt the most amount of butterflies in your stomach since probably your first kiss back in primary school

introducing yourself as calmly as possible, only looking up from the floor briefly to see Changmin staring into your eyes with keen interest

oof that was enough to set your heart on fire

Finishing your introduction of where you’re from and how old you are, you sat down quickly feeling the heat in your cheeks increase when you saw two of the boys whispering together

once the man was gone it was a lot easier for everyone to chat and discuss how they thought the project would turn out, excited to be part of such a unique shoot

Changmin was glancing your way every few seconds, looking like he was having an internal battle with himself

You decided to just be a bad bitch and go speak to him yourself

he was with Hyunjoon anyway and you needed to congratulate him on winning the best introduction of the team award!!

when you got there they both abruptly stopped talking and looked at you, waiting with wide eyes for what you were going to say

“so you’re part of a boy group yeah?” you ask

might as well ease in gently yanno

they both looked at each other before Hyunjoon answered and began explaining their roles in the group

he explained in great length that Changmin was the main dancer

speaking very briefly of the other members in order to explain that Changmin can sing and dance so well and he’s super amazing with fans

Changmin all the while stood there blushing and trying to disagree with him

honestly a sweet but strange interaction

until finally Hyunjoon was called away by another member of the group

leaving just you and Changmin alone

you’d moved to a couch nearby by now so for a few moments you sat there admiring him as he watched Hyunjoon walk off

when he turned back he rushed to say “I’m sorry about him, he loves to hype us all up. I’m not really that cool’

“No, I think you’re pretty cool...” You shrug, trying to pass off the compliment slyly which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

A faint blush was working it’s way up his neck when the organiser walked back in with 3 sheets of paper

“I can see you’ve all got to know each other more and now, I want you to divide yourself into teams as evenly as possible. I don’t want all the girls put in one team though because there are less of you”

He then leaves the sheets on a table and walks off again leaving you to find the courage to ask Changmin if he’d want to be in the same team as you

Because I mean you’ve only known him for about 45 minutes but he’s already showed how sweet he is and you can’t help but feel excited at the idea of spending the next few days working with him

“So would yo-”

“Hey could w-”

You both tried to ask each other to be on the same team in the exact same second

Both of you burst into laughter and write your names on the paper one under the other still giggling the whole time

The rest of the morning goes by just like this, giggling together and gradually getting to know one another more and more

by the time the afternoon rolls around he’s basically your best friend

You both love the same movies, same books, enjoy similar music

Even as hair and makeup is being done you don’t stop talking and giggling

Lets be real here, a crush was growing

It’s like within the space of 4 hours you’d become inseparable

When the photos were being taken your teams connection together was so genuine

Working for a brand that’s entire concept is friendship and having fun together it was hardly surprising that the laughter didn’t end there

The rest of the time you were there your cheeks never stopped hurting from how much you smiled and laughed

Not just from Changmin but also from all of his groupmates too

Such a wonderful, fun group of people to be around

You truly felt like one of them by the end of the shoot

but lets not ignore the lingering glances you and Changmin exchanged, or how he always managed to find an excuse to be stood with you and how whenever he’d walk you to your hotel room door he would try and make the conversation last as long as possible and always, always end the night with a hug

okay lets be real again, a crush had definitely formed, grown up, moved in and was now decorating the kitchen in your heart

Like you couldn’t get enough of his happy energy and humour

At the end of the final shoot when you’re all stood around talking and laughing Changmin grabs your arm and pulls you away

Clearly you don’t resist because like anyone would accept some alone time with Changmin

Gently he leads you to a couch in the corner of the room and sits down

His cheeks are already rosy when he starts to speak, his hand starting to get clammy against your own

“y/n, will you go on a date with me?” he blurts out quickly and then opening his eyes wide as if he was surprised he said it

and in that moment

your heart

burst and stopped and did a trip round the globe

“Of COURSE” you literally scream

His face lights up immediately and he jumps up hugs you quickly and darts off back to the others

you hear them all cheer and see them start hugging and pushing around a very, very blushy Changmin

Later that evening he arrives at your hotel room door, still wearing that same red hue on his cheeks

You go to the arcade together and the whole evening is wonderful

it’s no different than how you guys have spent time together the last few days but this time Changmin insists on holding your hand every second

As well as hugging you from behind when its your turn on the claw machine

Unfortunately you claw machine skills are...

Limited

But of course, your knight in shining hoodie and jeans swoops in and wins you the stuffed animal you really wanted

After you’d played every arcade game and taking endless amounts of cringey pics of each other you walk home slowly still hand in hand

“You know, I’m really glad I met you” he states out of the blue, still looking ahead of him

“Me too, I feel so complete with you around me” you reply back, swinging your joined hands slightly

From then on, you were never apart

Literally like the brand you did the shoot for hired you permanently for big moneys and a promise of a successful modelling career a few weeks after your first date with Changmin

Which you graciously accepted for only that reason

Not the fact the love of your life happened to live down road from your new apartment

and all you wanted to was hold his and forever

plus the rest of the group fully accepted you as one of their own

like seriously it was hard to find any moments alone with your boyfriend when hanging out at the dorms because hyunjae liked to ask what you’re doing every 3 minutes

as well as father maknae line demanding your attention every second you were there

not that you complained about any of it

because who would complain about a family like that

and a boyfriend like Changmin

really out here living your best life huh

#im back bitches #im sorry to disappoint #the boyz #the boyz fluff #tbz #tbz fluff #changmin #tbz changmin #the boyz q #tbz imagine #the boyz au #the boyz scenario

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fix-it-feesh · 5 years

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I’m currently working on two other fics at the moment, but this one wouldn’t leave me alone today. I figured it might be nice to dip back into the Hero’s Cuties AU, especially around this time of year~ For those of you who might not be familiar with the AU (looking at YOU, new followers! :DD), it’s set in the real world and not in the arcade/video game universe.

Without further ado, my lovelies, I present some holiday-themed fluff starring our favorite fixer and his gorgeous gal. ❤

It doesn’t matter if a holiday is involved or not. Felix never passes up an opportunity to jazz things up somehow. For Halloween that included tons of candy, a homemade pumpkin pie, and a trip to a hokey haunted house attraction. She should have expected that he would try to do the same thing around Christmastime.

- - -

“How’s that coffee tastin’, hon?”

Tamora waits until she’s finished drinking and lowers the festive cup away from her mouth. “Like overpriced, commercialized consumerism,” she deadpans.

Felix, who was expecting a different answer entirely, glances down at his own cup in confusion. They’re not really the type of people to have hot beverages outside of their cozy apartments, but it’s a chilly morning and they’re out and about in town. It just felt right to stop by the local Starbucks and start their day with warm, happy tummies.

When it becomes clear that Felix is thinking too much on what she said, Tamora rephrases her previous statement into a less sarcastic set of words. “It’s decent.”

That perks Mr. Sunshine and Daisies right up. “Glad to hear it!”

He goes for another sip of his lidless hot chocolate, and when he pulls away there’s a patch of whipped cream on the end of his nose. It’s so painfully childlike (and cute) that Tamora is absolutely unable to leave it where it is.

Rather than wipe it away with her coat sleeve or a napkin, she motions him closer, leans across the small table, and brushes her lips against the rounded end of Felix’s nose, clearing it of the spot.

Felix squeaks in surprise, and by the time Tamora pulls away he’s blushing a bright and rosy red. She sure ain’t shy when it comes to public displays of affection, and while that’s something he’s come to know over the course of their relationship, it’s still a bit startling when she just goes for it all willy-nilly and unabashed.

“You’re welcome,” Tamora says, nodding down at Felix’s hot chocolate.

He takes the cue and looks down at it as well, seeing the indent he made in the whipped cream. Doesn’t take a lot of common sense to figure out what happened from there (whoops). Just as Felix goes to thank her for cleaning him up, Tamora breezes into the next topic as abruptly as she always does.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Well,” Felix starts, holding his cup between his hands. “I thought we could have ourselves a look at some of the decorations they got set up around here. It’s our first Christmas together, so I wanna make sure it’s extra special for us.”

Of course you do, Tamora thinks. It doesn’t matter if a holiday is involved or not. Felix never passes up an opportunity to jazz things up somehow. For Halloween that included tons of candy, a homemade pumpkin pie, and a trip to a hokey haunted house attraction. She should have expected that he would try to do the same thing around Christmastime.

“And then, dependin’ on how long we stay out, maybe we can head on over to that indoor ice skatin’ rink,” Felix continues. He takes a second to rub at the back of his neck when a sheepish thought occurs to him. “Eee-ooh-boy. I haven’t ice skated in years. I’m probably a little rusty.”

Tamora shrugs and goes back to drinking her coffee. “That’s longer than I have. I’ve never been.”

Felix shields a surprised (and slightly scandalized) gasp behind his hand. “Never? Oh my land, Tammy. We gotta fix that! It’s a little tricky at first, I’ll admit, but once you get the hang of it it’s pretty fun.”

Tamora mulls over what Felix said. Ice skating isn’t something she planned on doing—that day or ever, really—but Felix looks so hopeful, and so eager, and—yup. They’re going ice skating.

“You talked me into it,” she concedes, just as he takes her hand in his. “There’s just one condition.”

Felix brings Tamora’s slender fingers to his lips and kisses the back of them tenderly; his blue eyes are practically overflowing with adoration as he asks: “What’s that now?”

“If I go down,” Tamora tells him, grabbing the end of his chin. “You’re going down with me.”

—

Luckily for them the ice skating rink isn’t very busy when they get there later that afternoon. There’s a few families, a small group of teenagers, and two or three couples. Felix makes sure to lace up Tamora’s skates for her nice and tightly, so that she questions whether or not they’re actually cutting off the circulation in her ankles. She waits for him to do the same to his own skates, and once they’re both good to go Felix stands up and looks down at her.

His cheeks and ears are flushed from the cold, and his blue argyle sweater is the epitome of dorky, but Tamora has never loved someone so fiercely or deeply.

“Ready, sweet pea?” he asks, holding out his hand.

Tamora takes it firmly. “Let’s do this.”

Standing up with the skates on isn’t so bad, but walking on the thin blades is definitely weird and disorientating. Tamora does her best not to wobble as she and Felix make their way to the rink. Felix steps onto the ice first, and before she can do the same he politely suggests:

“Tell you what. Let me get a feel for this again, and then I’ll come back to help you. Okay? That way there’s less of a chance of the both of us fallin’ all over creation.”

Temporarily leaving her, Felix glides onto the ice and tries to remember the basics. Tamora watches as he takes smaller, careful strides around the rink until they become longer and more confident. So much for being ‘rusty’. The guy’s a natural.

Felix waves to her as he passes by a second time, and when he comes back around he’s ready to show her the ropes. “My lady,” he proclaims, reaching for her hand again.

Tamora takes it and steps onto the ice as gracefully as she can (which isn’t very gracefully at all, because that’s just not the kind of person she is). Not being in control is something she’s never liked, which explains why she immediately grips the barrier when her feet start to slide sideways without her consent.

“It’s alright,” Felix reassures gently, encouragingly. “You’re doing great, honest! Just take it nice an’ slow. We’re not in any hurry.”

They might not be in a hurry, but it seems like everyone around them is (especially the little kid who keeps weaving through the other skaters without a care in the world). Tamora tries to ignore the youngster as she moves with Felix along the edge of the rink. When she feels like she isn’t going to fall on her face and eat ice, she slowly lets go of the barrier and lets her arm extend out to make up for her lack of balance.

“There we go!” Felix praises, pleased as punch that Tamora is catching onto ice skating so quickly. He knew that she would.

By the time they’re halfway around the rink Tamora reels in her arm and tries not to look down at her skates as she moves forward; her hand has yet to unclasp itself from Felix’s, but it has loosened from the death grip she originally had on it. Ice skating isn’t crazy difficult, but she’s not sure if she’d make it a regular thing. Not unless Felix was really itching to go for whatever reason.

They complete their first lap, and then a second, before Felix figures that a short break might be good since it’s Tamora’s first time and he doesn’t want her to overdo it. He leads them back over to the entrance and towards the bench they’d occupied when they were lacing up their skates. Sitting down, Felix turns to Tamora eagerly.

“Now you can say that you’ve ice skated,” he states, and then presses on, “golly, I feel honored that it was with me. Makes me feel kinda special that I got to experience it with you.”

Tamora doesn’t think it’s a huge deal, but she humors Felix and his big, soft heart anyway; it’s hard not to when he wears it on his sleeve, open and vulnerable for the world to see. She wants to protect it. She wants to protect him.

“You’re not a bad teacher,” she points out, watching as Felix’s already flushed cheeks darken to a bashful shade.

“All in a day’s work, ma’am,” he laughs, scooting a closer to her on the bench. When he can reach without craning over too much, he kisses Tamora on the lips sweetly. “I’m real excited to spend the holidays with you, Tammy.”

It’s been one hell of a year—for the both of them, honestly—and it could be something they need. Felix seems to think so, but then again he thinks a lot of things. Tamora considers this as she reaches for Felix’s sweater collar and reels him in for another kiss - one that lasts longer and makes Felix see stars when they eventually pull apart.

#hero's cuties #hero's cuties au #wreck it ralph #sergeant calhoun #fix it felix #feesh fics

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iammarylastar · 6 years

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6. The games we play, 1702.

I’m now lying on my bare back, my angel nestled within my arms, her long hair tickling my face as her head rests on my chest. She’s been playing with my hair and stroking my torso since we’ve started cuddling, like a year ago. I felt so relaxed I think I fell asleep, but I’m not sure if what happened was still just a dream or not.

“Take off your shirt.” She breathes. Damn, I just told her we shouldn’t have sex right here, right now, but apparently she’s more ready than I thought.

“Angie… I…" I don’t know what to think as my cock screams Yes! and my heart says No!!

She just laughs at my crumbled face, patting my cheek and my chest, then unbuttoning my shirt.

“You definitely are cursed with smudged shirts!” She jokes.

A large spot of jam lies just under the collar, she would have dropped the donut on it while we were making out. Half amused, half dashed and maybe half relieved, I take the tainted shirt off which she quickly grabs whilst getting off my knees.

I quickly sit up and grab my bended knees in order to hide the obvious and rub my face with the palms of my hands. I really have to make that boner down but it would be a hard task with her so close.

Her hands magically work on the shirt, she presses a lemon she’s taken from the basket on the spot, carefully rubbing it with a tissue, then puts some water on and it was done. Fresh and clean. Real nibble fingers.

Once done, she spreads it on the grass and stands up, stretches her arms up then reaches her hand out to me.

“Walk with me.”

I need more time to have the bulge in my pants gone, but there’s an invitation I can’t refuse.

We walked hand in hand through the meadow, talked and laughed like we’ve been mates forever. We shared kisses and stares like newlyweds, our hearts free and tied at the same time. Love and happiness as witnesses.

“Angie, what are you…?”

Back to our picnic spot, she suddenly lets go off my hand and kicks off her shoes. Eyeing me with that cheeky look of hers, she runs to the stream and without hesitation steps down the water, pulling up the hem of her skirt.

“Follow me!” She teases me before shrieking under the coldness of the water. She hasn’t to ask me twice, within the second my shoes are gone and my white pants rolled up my calves. I know she’s staring at my bare back as my muscles flex doing that, I have to admit it’s fair; I glanced at her uncovered knees and thighs more than once while she walked in the water, her skirt stuck high on her hips.

“Oh fuck it’s freezing!” I sing, my voice one octave too high. At least, it would help to cool me down.

She bends down, cupping her hands together to bring water to her mouth, dropping the hem of her dress for a moment. This inevitably falls back down to her knees and in the water.

“Oh no!” She catches the damp cloth from the cold stream and begs me. “Help me, I’m thirsty.”

“At your command Ma'am!”

I gather some water in my cupped hands that I bring up to her lips and watch her sensually drink from me. She has put her hands under mines, keeping the water from cascading through my fingers, and I’m sure keeping me from tricking her, somehow or another.

Her big eyes haven’t left my stare while she was drinking and my heart feels heavy and high. Again. Our hands stay entangled under her chin, as tight as our souls do. I’m so ready to confess my love for her, thing I’ve never tell anyone. The only “I love you” I said was for mom, the second after she dies. Too late. I don’t want to screw up this one, she deserved a beautiful declaration of love.

Just an inch forward and my lips are on hers, in a sweet light kiss. My hands leave hers to pull her closer to me, where she belongs now. I do my best not to deepen the kiss too far, she’s like an ember that can catch fire in only a second. So am I…

I feel her smile under my lips but understood too late she’s the one who was going to trick me. Before I could say anything about my feelings for her, two frozen wet hands stick to my abs, startling me and eliciting a gasp and a grunt from me.

She bursts into laughter “I got you, big stud! I felt like you needed to cool down a bit.” She walks backward in the stream, as I take big strides to catch her.

“You know you will pay for that!” I warn her, playfully frowning.

“Oh you threaten me now? You won’t do anything back, you cutie pie. "She says in a laugh.

"Oh, you think so?" Before I can speak again, she kicks the water, poorly spraying me with cold droplets.

"You don’t know what trouble you’re getting into, firecracker!”

I bend down like I have done before and splash her, like hugely. Maybe too much, half of her right side is drenched. She screams in surprise and glares at me.

“Oh Angie, I’m sorry…" No I’m not. Her white dress now sticks to her body, leaving little room for imagination. Pale pink knickers. No bra. Jesus.

Bursting into laughter before my crumbled face, she walks up to me to have her vengeance.

"No you’re not, pervert! I see you staring! I said you needed to cool down!” She relentlessly squirts me, laughing heartily, beating me at my own game.

She’s right, my damp white pants can’t hide the bulge growing up, despite the pouring frozen rain.

“Stop it!” I laugh.

She nonetheless keeps showering me with cold water, giggling like a child.

“Stop this, little brat!” I warn her, showering her back, laughing out loud. Roaring like a bear, I rush towards her, making her scream and run. Too late baby. I catch her mid-section and bend over to throw her on my shoulder. Solidly holding her waist, I walk us back to the blanket, enjoying her wiggling, her screams piercing my ears and her damp hair tickling my lower back. This day definitively can’t end. I strictly forbid it.

My fingers are wandering up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps all the way and I felt her shiver more than once. We’re dry now, but the fresh breeze blows and the sun slowly rises down the shadows.

“Are you cold? ” I ask gently, pulling her closer to me. I’m known to be a furnace and I’m sure I’m twice hotter than usual with my goddess at my side.

“No, I’m good.”

Her fingertips sketch circles around my right nipple which is getting dangerously hard. There must be a nerve or a reflex between my upper body and my crotch because it’s getting dangerously tight down there too.

As she starts to tickle my nipple playfully, I jolt; the butterflies in my stomach just sent themselves in fire.

“I just don’t want this date to come to an end.” She sadly adds.

“Stop it…” I ask as gently as I could without actually yanking at her hand nor rolling over her. My resolve is hanging by a thread.

“Stop what?” She looks not so innocent.

“Stop speaking of ending to this wonderful day, and stop teasing me.”

She props herself on her elbow and studies my face. Then glances at my bare chest, licking her lips.

“I can’t help Cup…”

She strictly forbad me to put my shirt back on once it was dry; she said my torso was a crime itself. And obviously appreciates the shape of my muscular chest.

Her digits leave my pecs to travel south and draw the outlines of my abs. Blame my 6 packs for being irresistible.

I chuckle nervously, which emphasizes their shape “Stop this, please! ”

She’s now drawing circles around my belly button, chewing her lower lips in an adorable way.

I’m stunned at how fast my shy angel can turn into a wild hottie. Trust me I’m not complaining but it’s a hard time trying to cool down.

“Angie, stop now…” I beg her, catching her wrist before my pants explode.

“Or what?”

Holy fuck! Don’t ask!

I lift her wrist over her head, rolling her on her back, sticking her under my weight. Playfully nipping at her jawline then rubbing my chin and its shadow in the crook of her neck, I stop when my lips touch her earlobe.

“Just stop teasing me baby. Or I shall have my revenge upon you.” I threaten her, glaring mischievously at her.

“You’re too cute to do such a thing, sweetheart.” She teases me again with her adorable pout, it hasn’t worked in the stream, it won’t work either now.

“Ha!” I tighten my grip on both her wrists over her head and lightly run my fingers down her arm, until they meet her ribs.

“No, no, don’t do that Cup, I’m very tickl…Naaahhhaahhh!”

She wiggles and giggles under me, as I mercilessly tickle her side. She screams out of loud and begs me to stop but it’s too late. Exhilarated and grinning devilishly, I marvel at my shiny, rosy-cheeked angel, mentally taking snaps of this pure moment of happiness. She’s shaking her head trying to escape my sweet torture, her laugh is everything.

I notice the daisies I stuck in her hair are falling down and stop tickling her ribs. I used to braid crowns with daisies for mom as a child, it always drew a smile on her face. I haven’t done any for years, but I really needed to have my hands busy while she was wringing her skirt out once back from the stream. I know, I promised her to look away but I glanced at her bare thights a couple of times before giving up and just staring. It took all I had not to jump on my feet and catch her, nervously tearing daisies and braiding them really helped.

Angie laughed at me when I leant in to pin it in her hair. “Awww… big boy! Who knows a pilot of the U.S. Army, a hulk of a man could braids daisies for his girl. You’re a softie, Superman!”

“ It’s a part of the "cute guy” package honey. A strong A man with a girly side.“ I grinned.

"Don’t get me wrong Cup, I like it very much but… How many chicks have you lured with this trick?"

I leant further in, my lips brushing hers sensually. "No one who has counted as half as you do.”

I let go off her wrists to brush back some strands of hair that lie on her forehead and reset the braid of daisies behind her hair. She looks at me just for a second then closes her eyes and sighs in contentment.

“Angie… my angel… ” I sigh deeply, my eyes roaming all over her perfect features. “You’ve kicked my world upside down the second I saw you. You mean everything to me. I’d give you the moon, just ask…”

My rant is blocked by sweet fingertips crossing my lips, then lightly brushing them. “Shhhh, I don’t need the moon…" She stares at me, jumping back and forth from my gaze to my mouth, which she tickles slowly. "Just give me a kiss.”

I swallow hard, kissing lightly the tips of her digits, before she moves her hand to cup my cheek, inviting me to her mouth. Still propped on my elbow, I lean down and kiss her just as she asked. My hand is back on her cheek, and pulls her closer to me. I can’t get enough of her and roll my upper body on hers, deepening the kiss.

The moan that escapes her chest nearly kills me, I thank myself not having her entirely under me, I’m rock hard and seriously gifted, she could get frightened. Though she has proved she’s not as shy as I thought.

She’s finally mine, fuck me I’m over the moon.

We could live here, under that tree, wrapped in the blanket when we’re cold. We should stay here forever, playing those teasing games, kissing and cuddling until the end of times.

Yeah Softie, like you aren’t looking forward to the day she’ll be fully yours.

******** Last days in paradise guys, something wicked comes this way....

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