#and now im about to beat my forehead against this wall

[kingofattolia]

me: I'm actually mostly normal about Star Wars now

also me:

[i-cant-sing]

I’m letting him smooch my forehead for the nth time if it means I get affection and smooches 🥹🥲 I’m desperate ok?! 🫠 mf I’ve been single for way too long… I need some dopamine…. Also Forehead smooches just hit different

Ugh Baldwin is just so- imagine being mad at him for whatever reason (maybe he was a bit late to come when you called for him because he was busy with court affairs and now he has to deal with a pissed princess who's huffing and puffing because she cant get her time machine to work and out of frustration, she misplaces her anger and takes it out on Baldwin).

He has you trapped against the wall, arms on caging you as you refuse to look at him. Baldwin is trying so hard to supress his smile, because you look even more adorable when youre mad.

"Princess-" he smooches your forehead. "No." You puff your cheeks, brows furrowed as you look to the side, eyes full of anger and distress. Another smooch to you kiss. "Princess, Im sorry-"

"No." You cut him off and he automatically lands another kiss, this time right under your left eye, if only to make you look at him momentarily.

"I'm sorry I was late-"

"You said- no! No more kisses!" You evaded his lips as you glared at him, making him pout. "You said nothing is more important than me. That you'd come anytime I'd call you. I waited for 2 hours! TWO HOURS!"

"I know, my love and Im sorry. The council had some affairs that needed to be dealt with immediately, and time just slipped out of my hand. I promise, it wont happen again." He jutted out his bottom lip (and although anyone else wouldve looked ugly like this, this is Baldwin we're talking about. he's never ugly.) "Forgive me?" His blue eyes held remorse for his mistake, and it didnt help when he brought them even closer when he rested his forehead on yours, making your breath hitch.

"I- uh- fine! Fine! I forgive you!" You finally breathed as your face turned pink, moving it away from him, only for the king to chuckle as he sweetly kissed the apple of your cheeks. "Thank you, princess!"

Ugh. Pretty privelege.

You shot him a glare. "What was so important that the council wouldnt let you leave anyways?"

"Hm? Oh, they wanted to discuss who should be allowed to attend our wedding night."

You stared at him. "What?"

"Well, as per tradition, they wanted to discuss who would be allowed to see us consumate-" he burst into laughter as you threw a book at him. Your face was all red as you began pulling at his blonde hair and was about to beat him when Baldwin suddenly lifted you up and slammed you on your bed, knocking the air out of you as he caught your wrists in one hand while the other tapped your nose.

"As if I would let any see my pretty little prude." He grinned, leaning down to kiss your nose. "You're all mine, princess. All mine."

For the rest of the day, you were too flustered to say a word to him, or even look at him. And so, it never occurred to you to ask him how he convinced the council to make an exemption of this tradition for you.

If you'd asked, Baldwin would've told you that the council wanted confirmation that their monarchs did the deed... to which lover boy replied-

"When you see the queen having to be carried around after our wedding night, you'll know."

[fushigur0ll]

YOU MAD?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — you’re mad at miles so he tries to change that

includes ; fluff, kisses, you’re ticklish, black fem reader

“baby c’mon” your bf chuckles lowly as he watches you sit in the corner of your room, staring at the wall.

“nah you got it, you definitely got it. you can sit on that bed alone lil nigga” you huff and continue to watch the wall, rolling your eyes when you hear him laugh a bit louder. “you’re actually mad at me?” he stands up from your bed, slowly walking towards you and you feel his presence coming closer and closer.

“yes! yes i am actually, and i have a right to be so there’s nothing you can do to change my mind”

he hums and stops right behind you, staring at the back of your head with a small smirk. he sits behind you and wraps his toned arm around your waist and the other around your neck then to make you fall back against his chest with a yelp.

“miles!” you squeal and look up at him seeing him with that same damn smirk. you sigh and rolls your eyes again. “nope still mad” you cross your arms.

“i know you ain’t really that mad, ma” he mumbles, tightening his arms around you. you blink, not answering him and all he does is just nod.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be now, hm?”

he comes up with an immediate idea and starts tickling your stomach and sides making you burst into loud laughter. “MILES- MILES STOP-PFFT” you laugh and laugh— giggling and snorting making him laugh as well. one thing about miles is that he knows how to tick you off and how to make you smile. when you smile, he smiles, when you laugh, he laughs. you’re so contagious it’s crazy to him really.

“IMMA BEAT YOUR A- STOPPP!!” you scream, kicking your legs as hard as you could and he finally listens, stopping his hands on your body and you relax. your legs fall to the floor, chest heaving up and down. you finally catch your breath before changing your face to an angry look that to him makes you look cute. “why are you making me laugh, im angry at you remember?” you cross your arms and look away huffing. “always tryna make me fight for my life with you” he shakes his head at your dramatics, hearing you mumble underneath your breath.

“how dramatic can you be, baby”

“THIN ICE AS IS” you point a stern finger close to his face and he doesn’t flinch at all. in fact, he smirks and tries to bite your finger but you gasp and take it back.

“damn animal, move from me” you grumble and try to move away from him but he brings you to his lap, placing his arms around your body as he stares at your “angry face”

“okay how about this” he starts, pulling your face towards his way. “i’m sorry for not answering your call when i was using the bathroom, mami” you blink like 3 times before looking up and sighing harshly. “…i see that you’re trying to make me realize the reason im mad at you sounds ridiculous and i see that now” you embarrassedly admit and he bursts into laughter, leaning in to place his forehead on yours.

“i’m glad you realize it now” he chuckles and bites your neck to which you squeal and cower yourself into his chest. “it’s not everyday fight my girlfriend day” you relax into his arms

“but it makes me happy”

you gasp dramatically and hit his chest softly. “sadist” he rolls his eyes playfully and softly kisses the corner of your lips.

“yeah, yeah”

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[kitashousewife]

“m’gettin sick,” osamu sniffles from his cocoon on the couch. ever since he got home he’s been quiet and sleepy, cuddling up with a blanket despite being hot to the touch.

one thing you’ve learned about osamu, is that he is never sick. ma always joked about how despite every illness that passed through the twins’ schools, teams, or even work; osamu made it out perfectly healthy. you’ve found this to be true. even when you’ve been at your worst, osamu’s immune system has never faltered.

“i can’t be sick,” osamu’s mumbled voice is stuffier than normal, and his nose is a rosy pink. “i got work in the mornin’.”

“not like this, you don’t,” you pour some water from the kettle into his cup and dip the tea bag inside. he waves you off.

“what? just close shop for a day? i can’t do that,” he snatches a few kleenex from the box on the counter, turning around when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you can actually, and you should.” you slide the tea over to him before heading towards your shared bathroom. “just post something tonight to give everyone a heads up.”

osamu shuffles behind you, tea in one large palm with tufts of kleenex in the other. he huffs when he feels hot once again, flinging off his sweat shirt as quick as he can.

“but kita-“

“kita can deliver to our house, baby. we can bring the rice over a different day.”

you fold your arms and stand by the bath as it fills. osamu copies you, leaning against the doorframe with a pout.

despite being sick as a dog, he won’t go down without a fight. out of principle, of course.

“what about the special i was gonna run?”

“you can do it next week,” you test the water with your palm before adding some epsom salt in.

“what will the regulars do when they head to the store?” osamu puts his palms up dramatically and snorts when you roll your eyes.

“im heading into town tomorrow, i can put a sign in the door. trust me ‘samu, i think they will appreciate you being closed. who wants to eat onigiri from someone with a runny nose?”

he doesn’t say anything. for a minute, you think he’s finally rested his case. after he slips in the bath and lets out a comfortable sigh, he decides to put one last ditch effort in.

“produce gets delivered tomorrow! i have to be there for that!” he’s comically large in the small tub the two of you share, knees folded up as he tries to sink in. you shake your head and he groans.

“fine, fine. okay. i’ll close tomorrow. ya happy?”

“thrilled,” you place a towel next to the tub and sit down. “you need to rest, samu. the shop will be there when you’re better, i promise.”

he pouts again, but this time it’s genuine.

“but i’m never sick,” he splashes water on accident when he leans his head back against the wall. “i take good care of myself! i take my vitamins, drink lots of water, get good sleep,”

your lips tug into a smile.

“and that will help you beat whatever you have even faster. but for now, let’s take it slow okay? get plenty of sleep, heal your body, and stay home.”

osamu nods, and let’s his eyes close. he soaks for a few minutes, relishing in the relief his achey joints feel for the first time all day. while he gets ready for bed, he can’t help but feel his heart swell as he watches you grab extra blankets for his side, knowing he will probably be chilly tonight.

“i’m probably gonna sore with all this shit in my nose,” he sinks under the covers, propping his head up on the extra pillows you set up for him.

“you snore anyway,”

“do not! ya liar,” he smacks your bum when you snuggle up next to him. “don’t touch me, i’ll get ya sick. i’m real contagious,”

you place a big kiss on his forehead before getting back to your original spot.

“i’ll take my chances,” you listed to osamu’s steady heart while he falls asleep. osamu is always taking care of you, grabbing your favorite things from the shop because he’s thinking of you. carrying you when your feet hurt from the heels he told you not to wear, bringing you glasses of water because he knows you aren’t drinking enough, and never asks for anything in return.

“i love ya,” osamu whispers, half asleep and hums when you squeeze him closer.

“i love you too, samu. sleep well.”

[hitomisuzuya]

🌸🌷

Request

IT'S ME OMG I'VE MISSED YOUU 😭😭😭

I've been really busy so I wasn't able to put requests

Also I'm so happy that you're all better now, I've never had kidney stones before but I'm so happy you were able to get it to pass ❤❤❤

Anyways as for my request

Im feeling like really soft cuddlefucking with kabukimono

Like really soft and really sweet and we take care if him and stuff omg

Anyways I'll see you next time, bye 😊

Kunikuzushi x fem! reader. Soft, sweet smut. Kabukimono is Kunikuzushi.

Hello dear ❤️ 🥺🥺 You are so sweet. I am feeling much better. This wasn't the first time my kidneys have taken out a hit on me and if won't be the last time😭 They are incredibly painful, separate circle of hell level pain.

Kunikuzushi's arms tightened around your waist, whining softly as he buried his face into your neck. He grinded his hardening cock against the back of your thighs. "I'm sorry," He mumbled, "I just really need you right now."

You laughed softly, putting a hand on his. You stroked his wrist reassuringly with your thumb. "You don't ever have to apologize, Kuni," You said, making him groan when you grinded back against him.

Kunikuzushi would've been happy if you had done only that, perfectly fine with cumming in his pants from you grinding back against his cock. It always sent him reeling whenever you always seemed to go the extra mile.

And all for him.

He asked for so little, and you always have him so much in return. And he loves you for that. With all his heart.

You turned around in his arms, resting your forehead against his. "I always want you," What you said made Kunikuzushi feel even dizzier in love with you.

You moved your head to capture his lips into a kiss. Your hands roaming over his body encouraged his to do the same, hastily tugging at your clothes with shaky hands. His lips never once left yours, kissing you back passionately.

His eyes rolled closed in bliss when you softly sucked on his tongue, curling the wet muscle around his, letting him what he fondly called 'the honors' of peeling your dampened panties down your legs.

You moved your hips, guiding his cock to rest between your folds. Kunikuzushi wasted no time in grinding against it, shuddering in pleasure as your slick generously coated his throbbing cock.

He happily swallowed every moan of pleasure you offered against his mouth, the head of his leaking cock rubbing against your throbbing clit.

"K-Kuni," You cried out, moaning softly into his mouth. Your arms tightened around him, tugging on his hair as you hooked one of your legs over his hip. You held him close, stroking on his cheek with your thumb while he pushed his cock inside of you.

Kunikuzushi whimpered and moaned unabashed into your mouth, only pulling away for a moments to get you breathe before his lips were back on yours again. His cock throbbed harder everytime the rocking of your hips helped nudge his cock against your sweet spot. He writhed in ecstasy as your walls clenched around his cock.

His whines turned high pitched. Knowing that this was his tell that he was about to cum, you licked at his mouth. "Cum with me, Kuni," You breathed, nuzzling your cheek against his.

Kunikuzushi's hips snapped into yours, his pace rougher for only a few moments as his cum ribboned inside of you. He clung to you, eager to feel your release flood onto his cock. His eyes lit up when he heard you cry out for him, shuddering in bliss from feeling you squirt on his cock.

He gently fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. His hips didn't slow to a stop until yours did. When you started to move so he could pull out of you, Kuni shook his head. His arms tightened around you. "No, please," He whispered, kissing your lips gently, "Let me stay inside of you a little while longer."

The feeling of being connected to you, feeling your heart beat thud against his chest. To him, there was no better feeling in the world.

[kleftiko]

do you know this cut dating show where they put two people in a box for 12 hours for a blind date? would you be able to write a drabble about hawks x reader in this setting, i just thought it was cute 😩

❦ 12 HOUR DATE

cw: none, this is fluff

okay so i watched an episode and the only thing i can think of is the box being so god damn small 😭 his wings too big for this got dang box

intro—

"hi, im y/n." you nod your head to the camera, knees tucked up to your chest.

"and i’m hawks," he throws up a casual wave and smile, body mimicking your pose so as not to get into each other’s personal space.

not like that was really an option, what with how small the box is. the first thing hawks does is shake your hand, warm and rough palms clasping yours, before the both of you return to your own corners.

"are we ready?" the producer calls, and you two give a simple nod. "any questions?"

"are my feathers allowed to leave the box?" hawks (thankfully) asks, the red wings brushing against you involuntarily.

"uh, yeah, sure, they can do whatever," is the answer. "alright, three, two, one..."

 

hour 1–

"i don’t have any siblings." he answers your question. "id like to think i was the best outcome, though."

you breathe out a laugh. "what’s it like being a hero?"

he makes a face, and you can’t help but genuinely giggle.

"that’s too deep a question," he smiles. "next!"

 

hour 3–

"i wanna—just—like starfish." you say.

"starfish?"

you nod, bent arms lifting to the sides as you attempt to raise a leg, "starfish. it’s so cramped, i need to stretch."

it seems he understands what you’re saying. hawks grabs his jacket and shuffles to the back wall of the box.

"here," he goes, "you take this side, i'll take here; we can stretch out a bit."

it’s not much, but the stretch of your legs as the two of you face each other is a bit relieving. you can even slide your back onto the ground, your legs bending to accommodate. you both attempt to get comfortable, back against the floor and eyes to the ceiling.

"not really a starfish—more like an inchworm." he says this and wiggles his body. you can’t see it, but the foot that nudges you and the sounds he makes erupt a laugh from your throat.

 

hour 5–

you two are nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, legs stretched towards the camera. hawks’ fingers are picking at the fur lining of his jacket, your own coat stuffed to the side.

"what’s your… favourite kind of… kiss?"

you cock your head, taking note of the pink on his cheeks and his lack of eye contact.

"you mean like..." you couldn’t help wanting to tease him. "cookies and cream?"

he snorts loudly, throwing his jacket in your face out of embarrassment as you cackle and catch it.

"shut up! you know what i mean!" to be dramatic even further, he scoots to the other side of the box, ignoring your laughing.

"i don’t think i do," you admit. "how many kinds of kisses are there?"

"at least—like—two."

thinking about it, you don’t notice that you start folding his jacket; it's thick and warm, perfect for the cold wind he probably flies through every day.

"probably standard forehead kisses." you shrug and place his coat beside yours. "what about you?"

he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, not giving you an answer. after a beat, you raise your eyebrows.

"have you never been kissed before?"

 

hour 8–

"my name is keigo, by the way." he whispers.

there’s no need to speak loudly; the two of you are lying side by side, bent legs knocking into each other softly as your heads are using his jacket as a pillow.

"keigo…" you test on your tongue. "that’s nice; i like it."

he chuckles halfheartedly and says, "that’s good; i like your name."

"thanks, i got it for my birthday."

the two of you turn your heads to face each other, the proximity not really bugging either of you anymore. your gaze focuses softly on his eyes, admiring the colour and sleepiness in them from a lack of movement.

you hold up your hand, and he smiles before giving you a high-five.

 

hour 10–

now you’re on your stomachs, your coats used as pillows as you watch outside the box. his feathers are barely visible in the camera, but it can capture your focus as you follow them zoom all around the room. partials of a few bunching together reveal shapes, and keigo’s ramblings about straw houses allow anyone to understand he’s telling the story of the three pigs.

both your faces are filled with content and childlike wonder as you watch the story. arms shift into one another as you point somewhere.

 

hour 12–

heads are resting on each other’s shoulders, exhaustion apparent on both your faces, and your mouths are silent. all four hands are up as you see if either of you can lower just your pinky.

"my left just won't go down." he mumbles, and you let out a half-hearted ‘that’s what she said’.

he flicks your forehead, and you both laugh.

"it’s gonna be weird leaving here now." he admits. "all of a sudden, you won't be here."

"is this stockholm syndrome?" your hands rest on your lap.

he admits, "maybe."

 

outro—

"so, how was it?" the producer asks behind the camera.

keigo has his coat on and his wings spread as he gets to stand once again.

"definitely new," he says. "and weird."

"do you think you’ll see them again?"

he shakes his head with a grin. "hell no—never—they were so—"

"—you can get bubble tea by yourself then!" your voice sounds far away from the camera as keigo laughs.

"wait!" he calls as he disappears from the shot, his voice now drowning out as he chases after you offscreen. "i don’t know where the place we’re going to is!"

[kvtie444]

⭒˚｡NEVER BE LIKE YOU

A/N: the ending is so bad im sorry lol, not proof read

Summary: song lyrics lol – making a mistake by ending things with chris

Warnings: kissing, drinking, swearing??

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Gazing into the bathroom mirror, I focused on refreshing my makeup. As I pulled away, exhaling, the distant beats of music echoed from the rest of the house.

I never enjoyed parties, except for when I was with my ex. I dumped Chris nearly four months ago out of fear of commitment, and the void he left behind lingered. He was the one who always made me smile, I still found myself haning out with his friends, where tension seemed to be heavy.

A vibration from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.

Cole: wya?

Cole could be considered my rebound. Despite our exclusivity, the relationship felt dry and hollow. Ignoring the message, I turned off my phone and slipped it back into my pocket.

Leaving the bathroom, I walked through the crowd, finding my friends again. “Finally,” Nick teased, as I smack his arm playfully. “Where’s Cole?” Madi asked me, I shrugged and glanced away, drink in hand as I scanned the crowd.

My stomach sank as I locked eyes with Chris. Of course he’s here. His presence, leaning against a wall with an overly flirtatious girl, amplifying the complexities of my emotions. Despite chatting up this girl, his eyes never stopped burning into mine as he downed the rest of his drink.

“y/n?” Nick interrupted, I refocused, only to be bombarded with questions about Chris from Madi. “There’s nothing going on” I reply, suppressing the truth, Turning back, jealousy washed over me as I saw Chris still talking to the girl - Shaking my head, I sighed, feeling a rush of emotions.

"I'll be back in a sec," I smiled, weaving through the crowd toward a quieter hallway. Suddenly, a grip on my arm made me turn, revealing Chris. My initial shock softened as his touch stirred familiar sensations.

"Chris, what the fuck?" I began, “liked what you saw?” he asks, his provocative smirk making me feel jealous. I scoff as he continues “where’s you man?”. “he’s not my man” I deny, I stood there, his grip still firm on my arm, waiting for his next move.

"Come, need to speak to you," he said as his hand reaches down to intwine his fingers with mine, leading me to a bathroom and shutting the door behind us. The loud music now muffled, he enclosed me between his arms, his head craning down at me, “you look good tonight mamas” he says, making me blush. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth as I speak up, “what happened to your little girlfriend” I tease, looking up at him with doe eyes. he chuckles softly, “she’s just some random girl moving thirsty” he replies, his eyes never leaving mine. I softly smile at him, my hands moving to his hair. “

"I missed you," I confessed, my voice barely audible. “yeah?” he replied, voice matching my lowness, “didn’t you end things with me? hm?” he continued as he started pressing ghostly kisses down my jaw, I tilt my head to give him better access as my hands slightly tug on his hair. “made a mistake. I fucked up” I gasp, as he begins sucking hickeys onto my skin. I hear a pleased hum come from his lips as he moves his lips down to my collarbone - “does he make you feel this good?” he mumbles against my collar, his hands moving to my waist. I shake my head, “words baby” he continues. “no. he’ll never be like you” I gasp, as he pulls away with a big smirk. 

Our eyes locked for a moment before Chris's lips crashed down on mine, igniting a passionate kiss. Lifting me onto the counter, he moved his hands down from my waist to my hips, pulling me impossibly closer. We eventually pull away, both smiling. He brushed some hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry for ending things. Missed you so much," I quietly confessed. Chris chuckled, “it’s okay - not letting you leave me again ma”, pressing another sweet kiss to my lips.

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[pupkashi]

gojo will always help cheer you up after a rough day

a/n: hi hi !! i hope this brings you comfort and helps you feel even a smidge better <3 let me know what you all think :] sorry for any typos or mistakes </3

wordcount: 1,527

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you took a deep breath before putting in your key and unlocking the front door to your shared apartment. you were fighting back tears as you closed the door, slipping your shoes off and listening for any sign of life.

“toru?” your voice was small, you knew if you raised your voice any higher it might break. there was no response, your heart fell further than it had already.

you’d had such a rough day and all you wanted was your boyfriend to hold you and make you smile, but he wasn’t even home.

there wasn’t time for you to even get to your room when you started crying, your back against the wall as the tears fell freely, sobs leaving your lips until you were hugging your knees on the floor, back pressed against the wall.

you felt firm arms wrap around you before you could process what was happening. you wiped your face with the sleeves of you shirt, hoping you could at least look somewhat decent before having to face your lover.

“sweet thing oh no” his voice was gentle, his arms were welcoming as he helped you up, his face full of worry as he guided you to the couch. “sweetheart what happened?” your red eyes met his cerulean ones, thinking of all that had happened and you could only shake your head, biting your bottom lip before hiding your face in your hands as you cried some more.

gojo felt his heart break in his chest, he wrapped his arms around you once more, this time pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest. he rocked you both back and forth softly.

“it’s alright, let it out im right here baby,” his voice helped soothe you, his hand rubbing your back as you cried into his chest.

his mind raced, thinking of a million different things that could’ve happened to you, but they were all wiped away as you let go of the grasp you had on his t shirt, pulling away with soft sniffles and blowing your nose on the tissues he’s given you.

“sorry” you whispered, gojo shook his head, immediately rubbing your back again.

“don’t be, I’m always gonna be here for you” there was a beat of silence, “you don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to” sincerity was laced in his every word.

you turned to look at him, your vision still a bit blurry for tears waiting to fall. even through the tears you could tell how concerned he was, you gave him a small smile, “had a really rough day” your voice wasn’t as wobbly now, your chest felt a bit lighter.

“I’m sorry baby,” he pulled you into his chest once more, one hand running through your hair and the other playing with your fingers.

gojo let you calm down, continuing his actions for a while before you spoke up, “talk to me, about anything, i just wanna hear your voice,” he smiled and nodded.

“hmm, sukuna asked for you number again today,” he smiled, you gasped.

“no!” you looked at him in shock, he chuckled and nodded.

“yes! poor yuji was mortified, especially when he started talking about how he could treat you better” he cringed a bit as he recalled the hand mouths words to him.

“he did not!” you laughed, sitting up and covering your mouth as you gasped again.

“he did! megumi and nobara were getting a real kick out of it” he scoffed, “had to take a second to compose myself and remember that’s my second born and not the king of curses” he sighed dramatically and you giggled, hitting his chest softly.

you let out a soft sigh, “thank you” gojo kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, then the tip of you nose.

“anytime cuddle bug” your nose scrunched up at the pet name, gojo’s grin only grew.

“I’m gonna go shower and change, i feel so gross and stinky” you sighed, grabbing the tissues from the table, gojo smiled at you softly.

“is that what that smell was?” he teased and you whipped around to face him, your mouth open in shock, you couldn’t be mad at him, not when he laughed so hard a small wheeze came out of him and he struggled to apologize through his fits of laughter.

“I’m kidding! you don’t even smell!” he laughed, grasping at his belly to try and calm down. you laughed along with him, how could you not? he’d always had such a contagious laugh.

“yeah yeah make fun of the person who had a bad day you teased and gojo froze, now it was your turn to burst into laughter, “I’m kidding oh my god you looked like you were gonna shit your pants” you laughed.

gojo pouted, getting up from the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, “very funny y/n” he rolled his eyes as you continued laughing at him. gojo threw you softly on the bed, grabbing you his favorite sweatshirt and spraying some cologne on it along with some pajama shorts and undergarments.

you watched as he placed them on the bed before walking to the bathroom and turning the water on, only emerging after a couple seconds and picking you up again.

gojo sat you on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, before smiling at you and pressing his lips to yours.

“go shower sweetheart, I’ll be waiting for you, okay?” you nodded, kissing his forehead and watching him as he closed the door behind him.

there was a small smile on your face, grateful you had such an amazing boyfriend in your life. you took your time in the shower, letting the hot water wash away your problems, even if it was just momentarily.

once you’d finished and changed it’d already been quite some time. you expected to find satoru sitting on the couch watching Hell’s Kitchen without you.

Instead you were met with the fairy lights around the living room on, fresh flowers in the vase on the coffee table along with candles lit around the living room.

“toru?” you we’re in awe, the warm light engulfing you as you saw satoru emerge from the kitchen, two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows in hand.

“hi cuddle bug” he smiled and you rolled your eyes at him, he giggled as he handed you a mug.

“what’s all this?” you motioned to the living room, “when did you even have time to do all this? did i take that long?” satoru laughed softly at your words, shaking his head at your words.

“I’ll always make time for you, did you like the flowers?” you nodded, placing the mug down on the coffee table and sniffing the flowers. “picked them out myself” he grinned proudly, and you giggled.

“you have good taste” you replied, he smiled and immediately shot back, “course i do, I’m dating you,” you couldn’t stop the heat rising on your cheeks as you rolled your eyes.

he sat down on the couch, putting his arms out and motioning for you to join him, you didn’t hesitate to cuddle into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as he held you close.

“how about we watch all your comfort movies until we fall asleep?” gojo suggested and you smiled, craning your neck to look up at him.

“really?” you asked, giddy as he handed you the remote.

he nodded, kissing your forehead, “it can be a movie night date, dinner should be here soon” and almost on cue there was a knock on the door, “there it is” he smiled, getting up from the couch and grabbing the food from the delivery man.

“what’d you order?” you asked, sitting up and trying your best to figure out what is was as he placed it on the table in-front of you.

gojo was silent as he let you open the bag, “toru!” you squealed, a smile on your face when you realized it was your favorite takeout food.

gojo couldn’t help but stare as he watched how bright your eyes were, how wide your smile was and how sweet your giggles sounded. he couldn’t imagine how rough of a day you must’ve had to break down the way you did. he just wanted to be there for you in every way possible.

and so as you watched your comfort movies that he thought were unbearably cliche and cheesy, he decided he’d watch them a thousand times over if it meant you’d be smiling and giggling into his chest as he made small comments ever so often.

he decided he’d give you all his favorite clothes if it meant you’d happily cuddle into yourself as you dozed off with a smile on your face in the middle of the second movie, your belly full with your favorite take out and ice cream flavor he surprised you with.

gojo decided that even though he cant stop you from having rough days, he’ll do his absolute best to make you have amazing nights.

[yeonhwrts]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ‧₊˚✧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : established relationship , tooth rotting fluff 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mentions of making out , gender neutral reader 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝟒 𝐔 : OMG THIS IS MY FIRST POST YAY ! Im so excited to meet everyone here <3

🍙 . . . CHOI SOOBIN

He ADORES seeing you in his clothes . One day you decided to sleepover in his dorm because it was too late and wasn't really safe for you to go back home alone . Soobin asks you whether you'd like to change into his clothes because you might not be comfortable sleeping in them . You agree and he brings you one of his favorites black hoodies and a old boxer shorts for you to change into . When you come out of the bathroom , with his hoodie completely engulfing you and your tiny frame ( that man is a giant lets be honest ) he literally takes a deep breathe in . His heart would beat 2834845 times a second seeing you in his clothes . " You are so beautiful , my love " he'd whisper as he kisses your forehead because his heart is overflowing with adoration for you .

🍙 . . . CHOI YEONJUN

WOULD LOOSE HIS SHIT . Would literally tackle you with kisses and hugs till you have to push him away . Maybe would even suggest that you both should get matching pjs . If you stay over at his place for the night , it is an unsaid rule that you would sleep in one of yeonjun's high school t-shirts . " My clothes look so much better on you " he says the moment you step out of the bathroom after changing into his shirt for the night . He pushes himself forward as he backs you up against the wall , one of his hand reaching to grab your waist . The other hand cups your cheeks as he presses his lips on your cheeks affectionately . " You can have all my clothes baby " he says as he presses another kiss , this time on the corner of your lips as his hands sneak to your thighs as he lifts you up . You giggle at his antics , knowing where it's going to end at . " Baby you have no idea what you do to me " he says as he carries you to his bed and makes you his cuddle teddy bear for the night .

🍙 . . . CHOI BEOMGYU

I see this going very playfully . When he visits your place to surprise you because he hasn't seen you in a long time , you initially get anxious about his reaction . The last time he slept over he has left his hoodie back at your place accidentally . When you found it , you didn't want to give it back since his hoodie felt so warm and comfortable . When he lets himself inside your home , he doesn't really notices that its HIS hoodie that you're wearing until you're both heavily making out on the couch and his hand slips under your hoodie to probably throw it around somewhere . He suddenly pulls his lips away from you , as his eyebrows scrunch in confusion " Wait isn't this my hoodie ? " he asks you as you smile shyly in response . "Yah , why would you steal mine , this was my favorite " he says as he pouts at you . " I'm sorry gyu , do you want me to return it back to you ? " you ask as he shakes his head furiously . " You can keep it , its no problem " he'd say as you smile gently at him as you resume back to your activities . But little do you know , his heart is literally dancing conga right now and him leaving the hoodie wasnt an accident at all as Beomgyu pats himself on the back mentally .

🍙 . . . KANG TAEHYUN

The blushing mess . When you had trouble getting sleep , Taehyun has suggested to go get a ice cream to help you relax . Since it was way past 10 you didn't really dress up . You both enter the nearest convenience store as you both playfully banter loudly over which ice cream to get much to the annoyance of the old cashier who's glaring at you . You both finally decide to grab 4 ice creams and left the store after paying for it . You spotted a bench across the street and you pulled Taehyun by his arms to sit and peacefully have ice creams in the middle of the night . You both sit close to each other peacefully feasting on your ice creams and just enjoying the silence and the comfort of each other . Suddenly a cold breeze blows and you couldn't help but shiver .You hug yourself with the free arm that wasn't holding the ice cream to warm yourself but you feel a much more warmer sensation on your back to see Taehyun draping is coat over you . " Don't forget your coat silly " he says as he ruffles your hair , a small smile gracing his lips . And your heart literally melts into a puddle at the small act that you couldn't help but lean over to give him a smooch only to see his cheeks go pink . " Love you " you say as you pull the coat tighter around you and his cologne enter your senses . You couldn't help but smile like a lovesick fool too lost in the romantic gesture only to miss Taehyun looking at you with stars in his eyes .

🍙 . . . HUENING KAI

Boy literally faints at the sight of you his shirts . When you came into his room , cutely pestering him to let you borrow one of his hoodie since you wanted to have one , he doesn't think much of it really . He has heard his Yeonjun hyung keep on talking about how it makes him go crazy whenever his partner wears or steals his hoodie but kai always brushes it off thinking Yeonjun hyung was head over heels in love with his partner and that's why he acts like that . But the moment he sees you engulfed in one of his dark blue hoodies , the way your hands looked so tiny compared to the large arms of the hoodie he literally looks at you with heart eyes . His cheeks go red at the sight of you smiling at him in one of his hoodies , and you his amazing partner didn't miss that . " Aww kai you are such a simp for me . I look so good in your hoodie right ? " you say and twirl around to put on a show for your boyfriend and he couldn't help but nod at you still flustered at the sight . Maybe Yeonjun hyung was right .

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© 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐙𝐙𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 <𝟑 🍡💓📓

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[je5hko]

Trevor Phillips Headcanons

i decided on adding gifs to headcanons to make it look more “tumblr-ish”, or cooler. I dont fucking know. take the headcanons!!!!!!!

TW!! angst, drugs,

smut-ish?

He has LOOOOTS of scars from acne or even rash. He hates the feeling of bumps on his skin or whatever. The scratch scars are from drugs too, when he’s intoxicated he scratches him self so bad that he bleeds.

Even though he never showers, our sweet maniac likes the feeling of smooth skin, although he hates the texture of all kinds of shampoos, he thinks they’re too liquidy, so he uses the soap bar instead.

Absolutely hates texting. Its too tiring for him to read all the messages and emails he gets, he prefers calling.

Loves playing with his balls and pubes. Not even in a sexual way. He does it for pure fun. He would play with em even if theres someone in the room. Thats why he gets kicked out of buses.

He RARELY uses any sort of social transport. When he does, its because he’s tired and desperate for transport.

Whenever he sees parents spending time with their children, he sobs. His crying gets even worse when its a mother and son activity.

As a teen, he would draw himself with fictional characters having an orgy. Although he never told anyone about it. Its his dirty little secret

Hes scared of getting better, he convinced himself that he deserves every kind of pain he gets. Physical, mental, doesn’t matter.

My man is KING at Just Dance. No one could ever beat him at it.

He once took a picture of Michael shirtless, now he masturbates to his tits EVERY SINGLE TIME.

He either beats the shit out of Ron when he’s sad, or cuddles with him. Though, he has to be really intoxicated to hug him, so mostly he beats him. Such a cutie am i right?

His love language is physical touch and acts of service FOR SURE. Don’t change my mind.

Even though he knows Michael isn’t really dead, he still misses him. He misses Michael TOWNLEY.

He actually cries really often, has lots of breakdowns durning the day. He’s mostly not ashamed of expressing his feelings, although he hates the idea of him being weak. He would bang his head against the wall when he feels like crying in public.

Sometimes he asked the strippers at Vanilla Unicorn to just cuddle with him. He really needs a hug goddamnit.

Would kiss Michael on the forehead after a successful heist. (Sometimes on the lips)

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW!!! LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT A MICHAEL VERSION!!

i swear im gonna start posting more often 😭❤️ I LOVE YALL!!!

[paeries]

Sick of You — h.s.

[when a boyfriend of two years breaks it off and offers a new arrangement, of course you’ll take it up. this is your prime chance to prove him wrong. and Harry can’t bear to watch it]

word count; 9k

pairing; harry x reader

cw; friends to lovers au, smut, angst, im just saying my heart hurts for him

pov; y/n, but third person

[part two is here, part three is here, thank you for all the patience. im really excited for you guys xx]

She laid in her bed, blankets completely surrounding her as she tried to pay attention to the movie she had put on. She had everything she needed to enjoy her time by herself, really she did. But she felt like someone was stepping on her chest. Her heart felt like it had just been emptied out into the insides of her body. Just empty, throbbing, screaming. She was sure she’d gone through about three movies now, frantically searching for something, anything else to think about. She pulled her blanket up a bit further and glanced at her phone again. 1:24am. Had I really been staring at the wall for an hour and a half straight?

     She groaned and sunk deeper into the bed, pulling the pillow around her. I don’t even know what I was waiting for? Her alarm? The sun? Her eyelids starting to shut on their own? A text, you idiot. Remember? You’re hoping his date went shitty and she got too drunk and puked all over him. You were expecting him to be disappointed, send a message and ask for you to make up for it if he came over.  She grumbled, feeling whatever was going on in her chest expand and she felt her eyes prick with wetness. Y/N tried to shake her head, bury her fists into her eye sockets and beg the tears to go away. Tried to tell her brain, I’m fine, I’ll be just fine in the morning. I just needed some sleep. ”I need more wine.” She grumbled to herself, grabbing the bottle and tipping it upside down to swallow every drop of the last gulp. 

 

               At least you’re good for something. 

  

      That was what did it. That’s what sent her springing up off the bed and running to the bathroom to lurch over the toilet and empty her guts out. Over and over, till her body was too weak to hurl enough of anything, really, up and out of there. 

     He’s having a great time. He won’t need you much longer. It’s been over and you’re still a love sick puppy, fawning over his every move and hoping he miraculously realises that he made a mistake. That he didn’t mean any of what he said. 

     Y/N hung her head, defeated. Laying her forehead against the rim of the toilet, she sniffled and shook her head. “I should’ve pressed harder. I should’ve fought him a bit more.”

    You should’ve erased his number and ignored that text. You knew he didn’t want you anymore, just the pleasure you brought him. 

     She let out a cry, finally. Beating her fists off the porcelain tiles, she shouted as she cried. Letting her body crumple on the floor, she curled up, clutching her chest as she did, and cried and cried. 

She woke up the next morning, her head pounding, freezing from the coolness of the tiles. Had I really fallen asleep on the floor? She pulled herself up, took a pitiful look at her horrific appearance and shuddered.  She looked wrecked.

She pinched her brows together with one hand and reached over to turn the shower on, convincing herself that if she can at least manage to look better than she felt, maybe she could shake this nagging, nasty, haunting feeling. 

    About midway through her shower, she could hear someone moving about her apartment. Quickly finishing up but careful to leave the water on, just in case it was a burglar, or a murderer. She peered around the corner and felt as if last night was a dream. Because there he was, bopping around at 8 in the morning with coffees and a brown paper bag, as if he owned the place. “Excuse me?” She huffed out, blinking at him in disbelief. 

      Wonder what he’d think if he knew you’d spent the night on the bathroom floor ill, think he’d be so nonchalant? 

      She shook her head and stepped back to turn the shower off, wrapping a towel around her body before ducking into the room to dress herself. “You’re excused.” He mumbled to himself, snickering as he did so. As if he was so funny. “I brought some breakfast. You don’t take care of yourself.” He nodded to the state of her apartment, setting the to-go cups down on the kitchen table and tossed the paper bag next to them. “So, get dressed. Or don’t. Might save me the time.” He smirked. What the fuck does he know, ‘You don’t take care of yourself.’ What would he know about any of it? 

At least you’re good for something. 

     Her stomach lurched, and she managed to swallow whatever urge to run back to the bathroom and hide. She walked out of the room, pulling a t-shirt on and a pair of mens briefs with socks, wrapping her hair in a towelled turban to meet him in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” Y/N snipped, taking the coffee and finding her seat. “Were you not listening?” He asked, leaning with his back  against the doorway. She stayed quiet, trying her best not to make his gaze before daring to open her mouth again, “How’d your date go?” She managed out before taking a good sip. 

     Mark’s eyes narrowed a bit, suspiciously at her. Because how did she know?  “It was great. She was fun.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you really car-“ “Not really.” She interjected, “Just small talk. Since you didn’t answer my original question.” He sighed, swallowing before clearing his throat and straightening up. ''Well, if you want the truth-” He started and then paused, almost as if he was begging her to not let him finish. “She stayed the night..” He tested, watching her closely. She could feel his eyes burning holes into her shoulder blades. “And I thought I’d pop out and grab us something quick to eat while she slept but-” She coughed hoarsely and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “She was gone when you got back.” She finished, pulling the towel out of her hair and setting it on the back of a chair.

     Good. That’s what you get. 

    “Her coffee is good.” She admitted while shaking her head feeling nothing but pity for herself as she stood up to find a hairbrush. “I actually don’t know her order, I ordered what I thought you would.” He admitted, stepping across to open the paper bag to reveal two muffins as she made her way back to the kitchen while brushing her wet hair. “There’s a blueberry cobbler style and a blackberry cheesecake style. Thought it’s interesting enough to try.” He had been hoping that would take off the heat from the embarrassment of his good gesture to a one night stand. To someone else. “I’ve never heard of any muffin cheesecake.” She muttered, hesitantly reaching over to grab the blackberry speckled looking muffin. 

     Why am I eating a breakfast so hopefully meant for someone else who must have blown his mind when I can tell him to leave?

     “D’you get drunk last night?” Mark asked, pulling her from her thoughts and sending her into a frantic search for an explanation of the four wine bottles that laid on the floor. “Had some girlfriends over, s’all.” She said quickly, picking at the muffin in front of her. “Four bottles of wine?” He retorted, tutting a little bit. “Surprised they aren’t still strewn all over the floor. S’8:41 in the morning..” He added, seemingly having no clue it was all her. And granted it wasn’t four full bottles… It was two full ones and two half drank. “Yeah, well, they stopped drinking before I did- Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” She added in quickly, grabbing the coffee and looked directly at him. Her jaw clenched tightly as she watched his body uncomfortably shift where he stood. “Guess I could find something..” He said after a decently long pause, “Y’welcome, by the way-“ He chuckled, stepping out the door before she could shout back, “Hey,  fuck you!”  The door shutting right afterwards. She whimpered slightly, gritting her teeth together as she stared at the picked apart muffins that he left. For someone else. She threw the coffee into the sink and turned around, making a beeline for her phone and typing out, 

     “Come over.” Sent, Delivered. Read 8:49am

  Within twenty minutes or so, the front door was flung open and with four long strides, she had been tossed over his shoulder and carried into the bedroom.

Y/N had just enough time to change her briefs into a sweeter cotton thong with a strawberry embroidered at the top in front.  “Wait! Wait!” She laughed out, “You have to shut the front door!” She shrieked, her body now tossed to the bed, bouncing as she landed.

Watching him jog back to shut the door, she thought about the differences between the two men. Harry didn’t make the room feel as though the oxygen was being sucked up, like Mark did. She couldn’t breathe when he was around lately. Harry was more comfortable, and she'd be lying if she were to say she didn’t find herself wishing to have never met Mark to avoid this whole mess. She really wished it was Harry that gave her difficulty to breathe.

“Tha’ any better?” He asked, hands waiting at the door handle of her bedroom for her confirmation. “Much.” She laughed, rolling her eyes and sat up straight in her bed waiting to receive him again. 

He shut the door and came over to the bed, bringing his hand up to tuck a stray hair up and behind the curve of her ear. “Tickles.” She mumbled, hooking her fingers into the loops of his jeans. “Y’gonna help me or what?” Y/N huffed, tilting her head to the side as she challenged him. He raised a brow and lifted his hand to place at her chest to push her back against the bed. “Yeh, I’ll help y’” He mumbled, pushing her shirt up her ribcage, peppering kisses here and there.

She stared up at the ceiling while bringing her hand to the back of his head, aimlessly swiping her thumb across the short hair that laid at the nape of his neck. She couldn’t stop thinking about Mark and Harry, Harry and Mark… Harry… “Harry…” She mumbled, squirming in her place on the bed. Harry groaned, digging his hips into the mattress before slowly lifting his head, eyebrows furrowed with concern once he saw her expression. “Y’okay?” He asked, sitting up a bit. No matter how turned on he could get, her wavering voice brought him back to earth. “S’the matter?”

She swallowed and shook her head, “N-nothing, I- I just,” Her voice trailing off as tears began to prick at her eyes again. Harry reached up and cupped her cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. “S’alright, we’ll get y’straightened out.” He muttered with distaste in his tone of voice.

     She sat up to pull her shirt off, shivering as she felt his hands sneak up to touch a nipple, nipping at the skin under her belly button. “H-'' She warned, giggling breathlessly, “Y’know that’s ticklish.” He gave a quiet hum and nodded, “Couldn't help m’self. It’s just too easy, pet.”

The coyness in his voice sparked an annoyance she couldn’t place. It held the same sarcastic, ‘i know it all’ tinge as Mark’s did when he was strolling about her kitchen.  She huffed, propping herself up on her elbows. “Do I have to do this myself?” She sniped, “Could get m’self off without all this fuss much faster y’know?” Harry's gentle eyes quickly hardened as he now glared at her, bringing his hand up and around her throat, laying her back down against the bed. Her breath hitched in her throat as he applied some pressure, almost immediately regretting her choice of action. “Let’s be clear, shall we? Nothing that you do, or anyone else for that matter, to your body,” He trailed off, his tongue darting out over his lips as he looked at the girl's smaller frame underneath him. “Could ever, ever, amount to what I can do.” He murmured into her ear, releasing his grip around her throat before sponging kisses down her neck. “Wouldn’t you agree?” He hummed, taking a more sensitive part of her neck gently between his teeth to earn a moan from her lips.

 He hadn’t meant to get so possessive, but he was tired of not getting the recognition he felt he deserves. There was no way Mark had ever taken the time to know her body in the way he has. 

She nodded quickly, rolling her hips up to meet his, “Yes." She breathed out, moving a hand into his hair to tug at. She was getting impatient, the slow side of him wasn’t what she needed. She needed him deep, hard and quick.

“Harry, please” She whined out, groaning in frustration as he pinned her hips back to the bed. He chuckled against her, letting his teeth graze over her nipple before lifting his head. “S’the matter, Y/N?” He mused, raising his brows in mock sympathy, trailing a hand down to duck into the front of her panties. “I’ve had y’wetter than this before, m’sure of it.” He muttered to himself, sliding his fingers through her folds before circling once around her clit, causing her to gasp and lift her hips up at the sudden contact. “No! M’ready, Harry, please.” She begged, squeezing her eyes shut from the anticipation. “Not quite, pet- Open your eyes.” He ordered, taking them both by surprise. He had been too focused on the sounds his fingers were making as they slid through her to notice her eyes closing. He liked to know she saw that it was him, not Mark. All him. 

Y/N whined again and lifted her head, wriggling her hips. “Fuck, H. Please?” She begged again, bringing her hand up to cup his leaking cock through his boxers. His hips spluttered forward and he swore under his breath before swiftly changing his position on the bed to get between her legs to tug her panties off. 

Peeking up from where he lies to catch her line of sight, Harry stuck his tongue out slowly towards her clit, stopping just before he made contact. With pupils dilated, a pout graced across her face and cheeks flushed, Harry could have come right then if he hadn’t been so driven to making his point clear. Kissing at her thigh once, he flattened his tongue out and rolled her clit beneath it slowly. Far too languid for Y/N because now she can’t even lean into his mouth, but has to take the brush and nip of his teeth against her until he granted enough mercy to find her clit again and move a little faster.

Harry hears her begin to pant, quick and shallow, and the sighs and whimpers that are begging for him to ‘Please, fuck me, Harry' He smiled, tightening his grip around her hips, “M’getting there, sweetheart. Want you drenched by the time m’finished.” He reasons, cock twitching when she lets out a desperate groan. Harry ignored the small and desperate cries of frustration, drawing back to watch her wriggle and whine for his touch. He hummed, bringing his middle finger closer to slip into her cunt and felt his lips spreading into a grin at the moans that erupted from her chest as he found her g-spot. Before long, he found himself biting down harshly on his lip as he watched his finger dip in and out so easily that he added another, stretching her out a little more. He loved how messy she could get for him in hardly any time at all. “Relax.” She heard him say calmly, though his mind is a frantic mess of filthy thoughts about how he planned to fuck her anyway she’d let him. Desperate for her to realise who she was to him. He’d never tire of hearing her sweet moans, the way she begged for him to touch her. And every time he found out she went back to him, he would swear to himself, he’d find a way to make her forget about him. He wanted to be unforgettable, like it seemed that Mark was. Who, really didn't have the most fun hobbies, or good humour, didn't mesh well with the group; he wasn't even that intelligent in his opinion. So he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what was soo special about him. They’ve all hung out, and Harry tried. He really tried to pinpoint what was so incredible about him in her mind. He’d have to top him somehow, something that reminded her of him had to creep into her thoughts at night. He wanted her as restless as he was without her at night. He wanted her to figure out that he was her safe place. 

When she went quiet, his stomach burned hot enough to pull him out of his thoughts, he knew she was close. He let out a groan, burying his face into her thigh to muffle most of it before turning back to lull her clit back around his tongue. Sucking on it in sharp little movements, he reaffirmed his left arms grip around her thigh to keep her in place. “Harry!” She gasped out, as he pulled his fingers out so he could wrap his hand around his weeping cock, aching for any form of attention and hissed against her when he felt it. He was leaking and it was filthy, so filthy and Harry couldn't stop himself from gruffly nipping at her clit. “Come for me, pet.” He mumbled as he moved his hand from around his cock to preserve himself, moans muffled against her and even more so when her thighs closed around his head and she pressed up into his mouth. She’s coming and the thought of it has Harry rolling his hips into the mattress harder. 

“Fuck sake-” He growled, pushing himself upright to hook his arms under her legs to pull her closer. He took a long look at her body, returning a hand to his angry red cock to try and curb his lust a while longer. He wasn’t done teasing her. “It made her feel important, it’s like extra attention,” she told him one night. 

“Proper mess down here, babe.” He tutted, backing up as her hips lifted to meet his. “Now, now, now, y’still comin down, aren’t you? S’quite sensitive, innit” He mused, tapping the head of his cock against her swollen clit. She gasped, lifting her hips up again. “Seeee?” He hummed, mocking her. “Please, Harry. M’empty.” She whined, and that was it. “Okay, ‘lright, she wants filled.” He hummed as he loomed over her, tucking his head against hers while he lined up, gently nudging past her folds to slip in. “Jesus Chr-” He groaned, his hand finding its way into her hair to tug. “Fucked right in, didn’t I?” He mumbled, sliding his hand to cradle her neck by the hairline, which was irritatingly soft, as he pulled out slowly and tried his best to ignore her protests; “I was full!” She’d gasp out, infuriated that he had taken it away just as quickly. “Fuck sake, doll. Patience.” He rasp out as he pushed right back into the wet heat. “Y’hear that, baby? S’how wet I’ll get you everytime, isn’t it?.” He mused, straightening up and tugged her body up higher to meet his hips, allowing himself to slide just a bit deeper. Deep enough to coax another broken gasp from her mouth. “Tell me how good this is.” He breathed out, before delivering some quick thrusts, his hips pistoning into her. A filthy sloshing sound filled the air from how wet she was. “Fuck!” She gasped out, arching her back up. “Oh my god, Harry. S’good, s’deep, j-just what I wanted.” She whimpered, squeaking as he bottomed out at her admission. She whined in confusion, before choking on a breath when he rolled his hips, grinding into her cunt. The broken moan he finally let out as her walls fluttered around him, squeezing around his cock, could put a priest to shame. She always wrung out the most lewd noises from his body. “My God, you’ll be the death of me.” He groaned, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N, squeezin' me li' tha'.” He all but whimpered, leaning back to properly start fucking her, the way he knows has her seeing stars, her legs shaking, her breathing laboured. 

Louder, and louder she got, gripping onto his forearms with her nails dug in as deep as they could go, trying desperately to hold on in the position he had her in. His long body upright, hands holding her hips up high off the bed so he could make sure he hit his target each time. Her shaking legs wrapped around his, she was struggling under the pleasure. “S’a fuckin’ sight t’see, baby. You’re so bloody beautiful.” He said, taking her hand away from under his arm to bring it to his mouth, sponging kisses at her fingers and wrist. “Takin’ my cock so well.” He sighed, letting her hand go and lowered her hips back down before hovering over her shaking body, placing her thumb at the corner of her mouth. What he did not prepare for, was her tongue to slide out around it to bring into her mouth and suck at. Harry’s jaw dropped, his lips parted as his hips lost their rhythm for a few thrusts. “Look a’ tha’.” He gasped out, just as she let out another delicious moan, “Harry, m’close.” She slurred around his thumb, some drool running down his wrist. “Dirty lit’l minx, come f’me.” He growled, feeling her tighten completely around him. “Give it to me, ‘ve worked for it” He breathed, snapping his hips up harder as she cried out, rolling her hips messily to his just trying to ride it out. “Tha’s my good girl.” Harry cooed, doing his best to help her get the most of her orgasm before losing his self control entirely, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Falling forward on top of her, he felt the coiling in his belly unwind. He sighed, listening to her breathing soften and slow. “Proud of m’self for that one.” He laughed out. And he was, she was satiated, and he got to have a bit more of her for one more day.

     Harry's soft breath hit the top of her shoulder, his body on top of hers with the duvet cover strewn between his legs. Taking a deep breath, she felt most of the stress and anxiety of Mark's pop-in drift away. Shifting to find a comfortable spot against the bed while underneath the warmth of his body. “I don’t think I thank you enough.” She mumbled, tucking her forehead into the crook of his neck. “Think you thank me just fine.” He smirked, lifting up onto his elbows. “Up y’get, sweetheart.” He grumbled, pulling them both up, him standing to pull his boxers back on. “H, would you grab me a shirt from my second drawer down, please?”  She asked, the covers pulled up to her chest with one hand, the other running a hand through her messy hair.

She watched as he grabbed a shirt, unfolded it to see what it looked like in full before tossing it her way. “Like that one.” He snickered, climbing back into the bed. “Know y’don’t wanna talk about it. But…” He started, causing her to groan as she pulled the shirt over her head. “Oh christ,” She whined, laying back down and pulled the covers over her face. “C’mon, I never ever ask!” He laughed, tugging the covers to reveal her eyes which only earned him a grumble of disagreement. After a brief pause (during which she realised he wouldn't give in anytime soon), she rolled her eyes and hastily blurted out, “He went on a date last night, and in the morning, I was showering and he showed up, breakfast in hand. Tells me it was originally for the girl he went out with and fucked, only, come to find out she slipped out while he was at the shop,” She paused, drawing another breath but speaking a bit slower. Not particularly liking the way her tongue had formed around them. Like tasting metal. “aaand brought it to me instead.” She murmured, swallowing thickly, “Like it was a good thing.” Laying it all out in summary had her feeling more embarrassed by the second. Harry groaned, shaking his head. “Why’d’y’ put up with it? Why don’t you just- block his number?” His voice going a bit softer towards the end before he sighed, knowing exactly why.

She stayed quiet, looking back up to the ceiling. “Wouldn’t you? Put up with it?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt shame come over her, like a cloud across the sun. 

     Harry sighed again, rolling onto his back to look at the ceiling too. I do, put up with it. He thought, his eyes scanning the ceiling for a good answer. “Don’t think you’d have to, had he given you the chance to move on.” He muttered, almost angrily. “Wasn’t right of ‘im. T’break things off and then ask the next night for a quick fuck.” He huffed, propping himself up on his elbows again. 

     Y/N sighed and nodded, “I know..” A few minutes went by before she shook her head, desperate to change the subject. “Look, can we just watch something?” She mumbled, pulling the duvet up over her waist. “Yeah… yeah sure.” Harry said, reaching over for the remote to turn the tv on. “Found something that might be good the other night. Saved it to watch it with you.” He snickered, coaxing a smile out of her. “I can’t wait.” She hummed, turning to her side to curl up against him. His arm snaked around her waist, his head tilted to rest against hers and he took a deep breath. For the next two hours, they just laid there. I really should thank him more often, she thought.

      “Listen, not that I wouldn’t love to stay longer, I just promised m’mum I’d take her out for dinner.” He said once the movie was over, leaning over to kiss her forehead again. “Y’okay?” He asked again, and she smiled, propping herself up as well.

“Because I can manage another fifteen minutes before I need to shower, change and pick her up.” He added, his eyebrows straightening into a line to show the severity of what he was saying. “I’ll be available until about 4, we usually do a bit of catching up- probably bout an hour or so, y’know what- I’ll just text you.” He laughed. “Yeah, I’ll manage.” She hummed, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Call me, anytime. Mean it.” He said, standing to get himself dressed, Y/N standing as well to walk him out. 

“G’on.” She snickered, leaning up to kiss his cheek before he stepped out of the flat, shutting the door behind him. She sighed, reaching up hesitantly to lock the door, before taking another pitiful look at the picked apart muffin that still sat on that table. Mocking me. She scoffed before going back to her room to repeat the night prior. 

She’d always been used to being alone, just not lonely. She had friends, sure, and good friends at that. But they’ve all got so much going on, she couldn’t imagine bringing her little broken heart to the table and try to put it up there with Jodie’s, who’s unsure where she’s going to get the extra 5k to keep her dead mothers house from going to the bank. It just wasn’t right. 

     You’ve got all day, miss thing. Best find something to do with it. 

She glanced at the time again, and took a look around her apartment.  The bottles, the empty cigarette packs on any windowsill you look at, chinese takeout boxes, the dishes, the bottles. Groaning at the thought of doing all that, she let her body fall back into the chair in the living room. 

Pinching her brows together, she let out a frustrated sigh, “I see you, just let me gather herself.” She said to herself, and only when she moved her hand from her eyes did they land on a small little jar and its green contents on the coffee table. Perfect. Blunt time. 

 Once she got a small little blunt rolled up, she put some music on and sat on her bedroom windowsill, grabbing a lighter to take a drag. While making sure to blow it out the cracked open window, she peered down to the streets below. A cold breeze came across her nose, reminding her that the seasons changed once again. A colder fall meets eastern England with a ferocity, signalling a chilling winter to come. Couples walked through the streets to make their dinner reservations, or ‘first daters’ even, chatting as they window shop. She always loved watching the world around her operate.  Sighing yet again as she reminded herself that she was supposed to finish cleaning, she sat up, leaving the blunt on the ashtray a second to get to tidying the bed up. Smoking always puts her in a better mood. A nice distraction, she thought as she set the pillows and blankets back into place. She crept over to pick the blunt up and take another hit before pushing it into the ashtray to snub the cherry. “Christ, what time is it?” She said aloud, deciding to dig around for her nightstands clock that had been knocked to the ground. Finding it and setting it back in place, she was thankful that 6pm was here. She had gotten the apartment tidied, she was high as hell. There was no trace of anything Mark to be seen. Like he’d never been here so early. I wonder if he was sad. Upset that he’d put himself out there and assumed she’d stay for breakfast. She didn’t see how different it could be with hi- She cringed to herself and shook her head, trying to shake the train of thought away. She didn’t want to go back down the road, try to find out where exactly it went wrong. He left. He’s no different than the rest. And what’s worse, he takes advantage of the fact. He knows how you feel. 

The streets were alive and well, lit with streetlights, some storefront lighting, and car headlights. Daring a glance over at her liquor cabinet, she grabbed her phone and called some friends to get together for drinks in her newly cleaned apartment in order to carpool together to the bar.

Jodie arrived first, her best girl, Cade trailing just a bit behind her, “Daphne’s on the way, she said she had a last minute outfit change.” Jodie explained, leaning in for a kiss on the cheek as she handed over her gift of liquor for the night. “S’always vodka with you.” Y/N grinned, heading to the kitchen to get some mixers. 

“Harry’s out with his mum but he said he’d meet us there.” She nodded in acknowledgement to Cade who was reading what she assumed to be Harry’s response in the groupchat, bringing out cups and ice. Cade was fairly new to the group, but a welcomed one at that. They had lost Julie and Chris to a new move up country, which was a huge blow to their outings for a while. Cade filled the gap seamlessly, he was hysterical, dependable, not to mention outlandish. Cade had never been one to back down from a challenge, and seemed to be crushing heavily on Jodie for a while, so if by tonight they were to get a little more familiar with one another, Y/N wouldn't complain.

Daphne came trailing in not long after them, setting her coat in the closet before greeting us all. “So sorry, had it all figured out, but- you know, the lighting in the bar wouldn’t have worked the correct magic. Had to change.” She explained, beaming ear to ear as she made her way into the apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Everyone knew that whatever Daphne put on, a burlap sack, aluminium foil, a fucking bedsheet, she looked gorgeous. She had a million dollar smile, a sense of humour, honey blonde hair, olive coloured skin and an incredible body. And if we’re being truthful, her and Harry would be the obvious match. Their physical appearances complimented the other so effortlessly. They’d even been caught in a drunken makeout once before, back when Harry first joined the group.  Nevertheless, Daphne was the secret weapon. The three of them together were like a wet dream turned nightmare. And though Y/N’s friendship with Daphne wasn’t as close as with Jodie, she still held a significant spot in her life. They’d all known each other since university, just kids. Daphne had an atrocious haircut and didn’t know how to dress her body to save her life. Jodie was so smart and shy, it wasn’t until Mike came around their senior year where she learned to assert herself and let loose. Y/N, herself, was just happy with her two girls. She never looked elsewhere. They’d go to parties and end up back at one of our dorms, trashed and giggly. What else was there? 

Looking at them together now, you’d never guess how reserved they used to be in their younger days.

By the time they ordered the Uber, they had all worked up a pretty nasty buzz which made it quite difficult to figure out where they had ended up leaving our phones, wallets, keys, etc. Poor Cade did his best to wrangle the girls together and keep track of all the belongings, but to no avail. He’d have to try again next time. “I saw yours in the bathroom, Jod.” Daphne giggled out, lifting up Y/N’s phone and frowning before handing it to her. “Why’s Harry texting you? Can he not make it?” She asked, a pout clear on her lips. 

“Uhhh, dunno- let’s see.” Y/N opened her phone to check the message, ‘Dropping mum off now. See you in 30. Xx’ she repeated out loud for her even though Daphne had already peered over her shoulder. “He texts you a lot.” She states, pursing her lips and opening them again before Jodie interrupted, “Got yours, Daph!” She shouts, grinning and Y/N has to send her a look of relief because she was not prepared to break Daphne’s drunk heart tonight. She had always had the suspicion she still liked him, and if the look on her face didn’t cement that, what would?

Y/N’s phone rang in the middle of her conversation about Cade’s poor choice of beer as the four sat at a booth, “M’gonna go get a real drink. Be right back.” She smiled, lifting the phone to her ear as she walked away. “Hello?” “What are you doing tonight?” His voice slid across the speaker like cashmere. Y/N swallowed thickly, pressing her finger to her ear to drown out the outside noise. “I’m busy.” She shouted over the music, then rolled her eyes. He had to have heard the music. He’s not stupid. 

“Y’don’t have to yell.” He laughed, “C’mon ditch it. We’re callin’ it a night, so… Come over.” He drawled out. Great, he’s drunk. “No, thank you.” Y/N hummed, having already snuck into the bathroom where it was a bit quieter. “And why not?” He huffed, and just from knowing him, she could tell that his jaw dropped, his fingers tapping against whatever was nearest. “Because,” She paused, fixing a few fly aways while looking at her reflection in the mirror.  “I’m having more fun here.” She giggled before hanging up, and dug into her purse to grab a comb she had brought. 

Her phone rings again, and she felt the satisfaction begin to creep its way into her. This must be what it feels like for him. She cleared her throat and picked up the drink she had set down on the sink. “Hello?” She sang, making sure to jostle her drink that was now more ice than liquid. “I need another drink, so, hurry-“ She added, smirking at herself in the mirror and wrapped her lips around the straw to suck the last bits of alcohol left. “Wh’dya’ mean you’re having more fun?!” He huffed, as if it was unimaginable to him. Y/N scoffed, topping up her lip colour before turning on her heel to go back out to the bar. “Just what I said.” She hummed, “I’m hanging up now,” She whispered before hearing a slew of small half-minded minor threats, asking her not to hang up, ‘wait, wait, wait!’, She ignored them all, giggling out a ‘good night’ before hanging up again and leaving the bathroom. Finding her way through to the bar and grabbed herself two more drinks before making it towards the back where her friends had sat.

Thankfully, Harry had got out of his date with his mum just in time to meet them at The Stumble. And she was semi-glad he did. Well, very glad. He helped in a lot of ways. And he was just nice in general to be around. Harry smiled at the sight of her, opening an arm to invite her back into the circle.

 “Daph’s just getting around to tellin’ us her big secret.” He hummed, his eyes lingering just a litttttllleee too long at her body. He couldn’t help it. And he did try. But his eyes just found their way to her every time. Good God, she looked amazing. A black half mesh/half satin dress that was somehow modest and managed to leave a bit to the imagination, some sort of strapped black heels that snaked their way up her legs, a softened reddish lipstick. Honestly, out of a dream. Once, of course, he realised her attention had been taken away by Daphne,(who (he thought) was getting around to telling everyone about her job’s promotion) he felt he could look at Y/N as long as he needed. He knew Mark wasn’t stupid. He’d figure out how special she was, and how truly stupid he was to have let her slip through his fingers. How fucking lucky he was- To have had her. Really have her. And sure, he had her too. As close as he could muster, he had her, for now. He answered her calls, day or night, 1am, 2am, 3am, cor. 3am was probably his favourite time. She was so sleepy, so hurt, she had just wanted company. And Harry liked to think she wanted his company. Just thinking about how he had thrown it away? Like, garbage? How fucking dumb he is to- Harry’s jaw clenched so hard it began to cramp, and the hand he didn’t know that was laid across the small of her back had found its way around her hips, gripping the far side of her waist tightly, causing her to yelp and turn around. “S’the matter w’you?” She laughed out, her hand delicately holding the straw in place with two fingers as she brought her lips around it for a sip with her other hand. Those, fucking lips. He cleared his throat and shook his head, “Lost m'balance- Liquor must’ve hit me.” He laughed, “S’hot in here, gonna pop outside for a smoke.” Harry nodded, gently patting her back as he slid past her.

      He could feel his ears ringing, like smoke was coming out of them. He’d really like to tell Mark just what a total degenerate he had been, but, it may knock too much sense into him. And he’d never have Y/N again. He needed some more time. You can’t do that, she’s hurt enough. She’ll just have to wisen up. And then Mark won’t have the chance. 

    Finally, the cool air hit Harry’s face, his hands scrambling through his pockets for his pack and a lighter. 

     The first drag was all he needed, just to turn his brain around. With a sigh, he blew out the smoke, leaning his body against the side of the bar’s building. He watched people pass, people scoot past him to get inside the bar. He watched a small family walk up to a newly parked food truck. Kinda late for food trucks, innit. He thought to himself, raising his hand for another drag and immediately felt a comforting and familiar hand at his shoulder. Y/N. 

      “Wh’y’ doin out here?” He asked, looking down at her. She had to be a little cold. Mind you, shes again only wearing her slim dress, the damn strappy snaky heels- No jacket. As always. “You’ll freeze.” He muttered, pulling his off to drape around her shoulders. “Thank you, Harry, but I’m alright. Just checking on you.” She said warily, knowing full well that he hardly ever would leave in the middle of someone’s proud moment to go smoke. That just wasn’t like him. “Are you upset Daphne’s moving?” She asked, reaching for his cigarette to take a drag of her own. Moving? “Er- yeah, I mean-“ He stuttered, unable to recover. His stupid brain was still fixated on her lips. “Because there’s a train that connects right to our station- and she said she’d be here any and every time she could manage. She said she couldn’t stay away from you too long.” Y/N nodded, a hopeful glimmer in her eye. Harry furrowed his eyebrows at her, “She- what?” Now he was so confused. “Daphne’s like- in love, with you Harry. You really never knew?” Y/N laughed out, and it sort of pissed Harry off. Like it was so obvious for her to see that someone else was in love with him, but not see that he was in love with her. Of course he never knew, because he’s been so busy trying to soothe Y/N and get her to see what was in front of her. Course he wasn’t worried about, Daphne, of all things. “No, I didn’t know-“ He almost snapped, irritated with it all now. “Oh my God, Harry! She drools!” Y/N giggled out, shaking her head and finishing off her drink. “Never stops looking at you, and! She glares at me when we’re talking.” Harry could tell by how her eyes began to glaze over that she was feeling the effects of her drink. Realising, it wasn’t fair to get angry with her. “Drools, huh?” He managed out in a chuckle, his throat feeling tight, like he was swallowing nails. She nodded and hummed, “She saw our texts, Har. Should’ve seen her face, she really likes you.” She slurred a bit, leaning up to his ear, “I know I shouldn’t..” She started, humming a bit before she sighed out, “I can’t stop thinkin’ bout y’ kissing me.” She whispered, giggling at the end. Harry had to shut his eyes, squeeze them shut. In another world, Harry would’ve laid it on her, right then and there. No regard for the outside world around them. His hands made their way to the small of her back, briefly pulling her in closer. “Y/N…” He warned, “We’re supposed to be keeping it a secret.” He mumbled back, his mouth felt like it was bleeding. He wasn’t able to say anything that he wanted to. But, he would have a hard time forgiving himself if whatever was so bad about being with him had to be kept quiet and had come out. She’d never be back. Harry felt like he had the devil and the angel on either shoulder. The angel, reminding him how delicate she’d been lately, all the while in his left ear, he could hear the devil asking him to breathe her in. Because she did smell fantastic. She whined and tugged at his shirt, pouting a bit with a soft, “Why?” And Harry lost it. All sense was gone, he let out a frustrated growl of sorts and gave one gentle yank to her hair to tip her head back, causing her to yelp and smirk at him.  Why? Why indeed. In one second, Harry had pressed his lips to hers, backing her up against the building, his hands moving so fast. Too fast. Her cheeks, her hair, her waist, her ass. Christ, what a sweet little ass she had. Harry groaned into her mouth, licking at her lip like honey fell from it. Y/N giggled in response, hooking an arm around his neck, her hand at the back of it. He was revelling in the freedom he was feeling to publicly have her in his arms. Harry felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, and just as he was about to muster enough control to pull away from her, “What the fuck are you doing?” with a quick jerk away from the beautiful woman. Mark.

“So, you’re fucking Harry? Harry?!” Mark shouted, his breaths coming out short but forceful. He was pissed, thats for sure. Y/N glared at him, having to lean against the clubs bathroom sink after he dragged her inside.  “I don’t know why it’s any of your business.” she snapped, “We aren’t together anymore, that was your decision.” Mark's head snapped up at her, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, “That doesn’t mean I’d be alright with you and one of my good friends fucking?!” He shouted, pulling at his hair as if he was going insane. "I'd hardly call you guys friends." She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, “And, forgive me if I never received the handbook on what to do if your ex breaks up with you but still wants to fuck, oh! And! fucks other girls only to bring you their breakfast the next morning!” She shouted back, furious at him. “I shouldn’t even be having this argument with you, because in what world did you think it would be okay to come to the bar I was at!” She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. If Harry hadn’t been there, and Mark had walked through that door while she was drunk? She knew he would’ve walked through that front door and all she’d be thinking of, was which girl he’d take home the whole night. It was fun for a second to give him a taste of his own medicine but he was much, much better at this than she was.

     Mark hadn’t stopped pacing, his fingernails practically embedding themselves into his palms due to how tightly he had his fists balled up. It took everything in him not to throw Harry in front of a moving car after he ripped him away from Y/N. Out of everything, not once did he expect to have walked up on…. whatever that was. He couldn’t believe that it was Harry that had his hands around her like that. “Okay, well,” He started, his eyes dancing around a minute, “If you had said you wanted to suck Harry’s cock tonight when I was on the phone with you, maybe,” He seethed, his voice dripping with anger, “I’d have gone home!” He growled out, unsure of what he wanted to do now. His pride had taken a major plummeting fall. Y/N. His heart throbbed, painfully in fact. “Oh,” She scoffed out, “Please, you’re lucky I answered the phone at all! It’s none, of your, business!” She repeated, leaning forward a bit as she did. Mark laughed incredulously, “That would have been better, Y/N. Because then you wouldn’t have tried to play your little cat and mouse game, get me to think you wanted me here, and we wouldn’t be here!” He shouted, his arms opening up to gesture to the space of the bathroom. 

“My cat and mouse game?!” She practically laughed out, leaning forward a bit. She couldn’t believe her ears. “Ever since you broke up with me, it’s been nothing but games! You ended it because all I was good for was a fuck! Don’t forget that.”  He went quiet, the only sound was the softened thump of the music from the club. Y/N swallowed thickly and straightened up, “Are you done?” She muttered, “Because I have some friends waiting on me.” 

Mark scoffed, shaking his head, “Yeah, think I am.” 

So off she went, without another look at him. She slipped around the corner and hurried off to the corner where her friends were at. “And where’s Harry?” Y/N asked, looking around and not seeing a particular set of eyes. She was beyond irritated and feeling the embarrassment creeping up on her. The way they all looked at her told her that they had seen, everything. She shuffled in her spot slightly before straightening up and grabbing her bag. “Y’ears not workin’? Something trapped in em’?  I said where the fuck is Harry?” She snapped, watching a few scramble for answers. “He-He never- he didnt-“ Cade stuttered, sighing in relief as Daphne finished for him, “He never came back in.” Y/N groaned before turning on her heel to head out as well. Poor Daphne. She began hurrying down the street to get away from the club as fast as possible, scrambling for her phone and immediately dialed out Harry’s number. No answer. 

   To: Harry 

      Where did you go?

      They saw everything. 

      I’m trying to call you, Harry, please. 

                  Read 9:57pm

   She tried his number, again, no answer.

    Finally flagging down a cab, she hopped in and gave his address without a second thought. The whole drive there, she went over the last twelve hours or so. She couldn't believe the way Mark was acting. Of all the dumbest, insulting things to do or say, showing up at random times. The fucking nerve. He knows how she feels, and yet, he uses it whenever his poor ego needs a pick me up. And then to embarrass her, and possibly Harry as well? Because he can’t stand to feel unimportant? 

    The driver came to a slow, rolling stop and she quickly paid the driver before hurrying up his driveway, to the steps to his apartment and began rapping her cold knuckles painfully against the door. Please be here. Please be here. Embarrassment washed over her again like a tidal wave. She felt awful, anxious, the whole bid. He could have a girl here. And then if he didn’t go home?  Who was she to assume she single-handedly ruined his night? His neighbours assume she’s on drugs and call the police- And then! Her drivers went and drove off- his neighbours think she’s crazy… Cor, Y/N. You’ve really thought this one out. Just brilliant.

As she turned to pull her phone from her pocket to call up another driver, she heard a jingle of house keys coming up the drive. Her head snaps up to see Harry, who was having a bit of trouble walking a straight line as he focused on looking at his keyring, trying to find the front door’s match. “Wh- Harry!” She breathed out, blinking in disbelief. Harry’s head snapped up, his eyebrows furrowed and grumbled a bit. “What’re y’doin’ ‘ere, Y/N?” He muttered sadly, trying to move around her but gently bumping into her shoulder instead as he made his way around. “Don’t think ‘ve got it in me t’help,” He hiccupped and tried to fit the key into the hole before starting again, “help y’out tonight.” He whimpered, resting his forehead against the door after struggling. Y/N frowned and hurried up the steps again, taking the keys from him. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?” She asked, fitting the key in and opening the door for him.

His shoulders slumped forward, grumbling his answer as he shuffled into his house. Choosing to ignore the drunken gibberish, she moved towards the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, watching as he fell backwards into his couch. 

As she turned the corner to set his glass down on the coffee table, he, again, muttered something she couldn’t understand. “What was that?” Y/N asked, sitting down next to him. He sighed and leaned forward, “Went to a, uh- different bar.” He breathed out, taking the glass of water for a sip. “F-for a few drinks, t’clear m’head.” His fingers tapped at the glass before lifting the glass to his lips again. “I-I shouldn’t ‘ve…” He sighed and shook his head firmly, ending his sentence there before continuing again. “Y’asked why I hadn’t err…. answered y’phone, or, my phone.” He grumbled, feeling frustrated he couldn’t get a good explanation for her. “I thought you were heading back wiv’im.” He whispered, chewing at the inside of his lip to stop himself from admitting anything else. “Harry, I came here to apologise. I embarrassed myself a-and, maybe even you, I'm just, I-I’m so sorry.” She sighed, shaking her head before feeling the weight of his head against her shoulder. “S’not,” another hiccup interrupted him, “S’not y’fault, Y/N.” He whispered, a slow yawn following suit, his full body weight now resting against her. She managed a half-smile as she began sliding to the side under his weight deciding to drop the topic for now and let her head fall to the throw cushion sitting at the corner of the sofa. His head fell onto her chest and he yawned again. “Could never stay mad at you f’long.” He mumbled, bringing his legs up to get comfier in his position. A smile crept its way across her lips, her hand finding a comfortable position at his hair. “S’not fair to you.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaning up to turn the lamp out. “You’re too good t'me, Harry.” She murmured, reaching for the throw blanket to spread over his body. His only response was to briefly squeeze her and it wasn’t long afterwards that she could hear his peaceful snoring.

[part II.] [part III.]

(a/n: its hereeeee!! i hope you all like it, this has been sitting in my google docs for literal yearrrssss as something I’d read for comfort every now and then. literally this story idea has been in my head, i can hear harry and y/n talking constantly in my head. feedback, reblogs, likes are greatly appreciated!!)

[bitchlessdino]

Helllooo, it's been a while since I've last graced your asks with my nasty thoughts 😂 I'm going back to the loml, Joshua, with this ask.

So there's a video of him going around saying "kaya mo yan, baby" and "you can do it, baby". Now the latter message is what I'm so obsess with because of HOW HE SAYS IT.

IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA. LIKE I KNOW HE'S A GENTLEMAN BUT JUST IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA.

You're shaking and your mind is no longer in the right place because of the fact that it has been your third time finishing for the night and it seems like Joshua doesn't have any plans on ending it there. You try to close your legs but Joshua uses both of his hands to keep them open. Before he brings his face close to your heat, he meets your eyes and says, "one last round. you can do it, baby."

Pairing: joshua x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 950

Tags: e2l, perfect joshua, reporter!reader, oral (recieving), mean joshua, drabble

author note: hi im so tired, idk what i wrote, i was in a horny daze

Joshua knows how people see him. He donates to charity, is a spokesperson for his community’s youth, and damn well the most eligible bachelor for anyone’s child. He’s a role model in his community and perfect in bystanders' eyes. There isn’t an apparent thing wrong with him on paper. You thought that at first too, until you realized that facade that is.

You learned quickly that he loves to put on a show. He lets others see a side of him more appealing, family-friendly to put it in simple terms. It was when he got you alone he was someone else entirely different. He’s far from the rumors or what the local news stations report behind closed doors. 

You would know being a low-scale town reporter, writing for one of the least popular chronicles around in these parts. Whether it was regarding the local dumpster fire of a diner’s rat infestation, or city hall’s totalitarianism in the works, you’d catch it with a flash of your camera or the scribble of your notepad. This week's latest was Joshua Hong: the town’s golden child. Well, he is not the golden child everyone believes him to be; you found that out rather quickly.

“That can’t be all you got.”

You were panting against the bed frame, forearm over your sweaty forehead and closed eyes in exhaustion, trying to recover from the several hours of exerting yourself in his submission. “S-shua, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you said when you said you’d beat me under any and all circumstances.”

That was your mistake for thinking you’d be right.

You took the first steps in gathering evidence, anything to point in the right direction. You thought you found it until he trailed after it. When you pushed, he pulled. When you took the road less traveled, he followed. He was somehow always a step ahead of you, and you despised him for it. He was playing dirty somehow, you felt it in your gut. He to have heard of your investigation. That meant he had eyes everywhere. It’s what kept him afloat.

“I overheard your convo with your little reporter buddies at Blueberry House Cafe yesterday. Is your pathetic little column embarrassing enough?”

He confronted your lurking finally at some point, given you took your time and energy to make it all the way to his house in doing so, and willingly let you inside strange enough. You clutch the messenger on your shoulder, staring at him straight on, breaking a bad sweat. He returns your glare, not so much of resentment or disdain, but almost one of interest. 

You scoffed. “Yeah, then you also heard I hate your fucking guts.”

Being caught in the act didn't mean you’d back down, it mean you had to push harder.

“Well,” he trods to you methodically, staring down at you with unadulterated confidence, and leveling your gazes as he presses you up against the wall behind you. His breath was warm and candy apple scented, too tempting to ignore, “I’m about to rearrange your guts right now.”

You take a beat, falling back on the wall with matching the aloofness he exudes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Anything as long as it gets you begging for my mercy.” He deeply chuckles under his breath.

You should’ve been scared by the fact you were so close, infamous murderer or sex fiend, he could be on the news for something nefarious thanks to you. However, you succumb to your own internally hormonal desires, taking on the challenge of the very man you promise to expose.

“Then I’ll have it be under any and all circumstances that I’ll overcome it. Overcome you.”

“Baby…Cumming is all that you’ll be doing.”

And here you were eating your words and swallowing down his.

The man eats like a common animal, lapping up every drop in sight, coating his thick and wet tongue in your arousal skillfully. It made you clench your legs in desperation, begging for a minute of rest after he unwillingly retracts himself from you, his name burning on your tongue. He takes all the strength of his arms to pry you open, his girthy fingers and palms on either thigh to pull you apart.

Your throat runs dry, digging the back of your head into his pillows. “Three times,” you’d repeat.

“And what’s one more? Or two? Or five?” he chuckles to himself.

You whine, having hardly the energy to resist his advances. He grips you still, his face so close to your tired heat, that he basks in its familiarity, your release still fresh and seeping out of you like ambrosia. He meets your eyes, insatiably hungry. 

"One last round. You can do it, baby."

Before you can fight it on its own last time, his tongue hits the taste of your warmth once more, dragging it in stripes, and sucking down your clit like he would a straw. Your fatigue eyes flutter and your voice soon embarrassingly relentless, moaning from the top of your lungs. His lips then attach to your core, blurring the boundaries of his mouth and your pussy, ultimately becoming one.

You wretchedly squirm in the process of your overstimulation, your stomach practically churning like a hot pot while your heart pounded in your ears. He loops his arms around your legs, and squeezes your thighs between his biceps, digging his tongue deep and flicking faster inside you. His ears perk at your violent groans, languidly moving his mouth to see how much louder you can really get, getting you to regret ever doubting him, ever underestimating.

“Have..mercy…” You gasp.

“That’s right,” He whispers tauntingly in your heat, “You’re at my mercy.”

[lix-ables]

[05:52pm] “i really wanna kiss you right now.” chan’s voice is hushed, his jaw clenching and unclenching when he looks at you with his brown eyes. his hands rest on your waist, fingers gripping the exposed skin. you wonder when he slipped his hands under your cropped top. “wanna feel you against my lips,” he pleads, his voice almost strained, like he is fighting an urge to push you up against the wall, pinning your hands up and just kissing you right there. “wanna feel your body against mine.”

“what’s stopping you then?” a mewl leaves your lips, your hands find his chest, fingers splayed across the area where you can feel his heart beating. it’s fast and curious. wanting.

“you wouldn’t want to know,” chan rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, the thoughts inside his head messing with him. more specifically the thoughts he has about you, the way he fantasied this exact same position you’re both in currently, the way you’d feel in his arms when he got you off, the way you’d grab onto his hair, gripping it tightly when he licked you up whole. would you taste exactly like what he imagined? those sleepless night of just thinking about you, how you’d move on top of him, how you’d look when you had his dick in you-

“how about you show me then?” you interrupt his thoughts, and that’s when his lips find yours, fingers reaching to tangle into your free hair, his thumb stroking your cheekbone earning a small whine out of you, and he smiles against your lips. “how quickly can you cum?”

his sudden question brings a slight blush on your face, and you look down, focusing more on how his fingers felt against you, refusing to look at his face. “my eyes are up here, bun,” chan smirks, lifting your head up by your chin, so that you were looking at him. “what did you mean?” you whisper, leaning your face into his palm when he rests it on your cheek again. “mean by what?” 

“you know what.”

“well, what if i want you to use your words? can you do that for me?” chan’s nose nuzzles your neck, pressing a kiss just where he can feel your pulse, sucking on the skin right after. “what if i don’t want to?” you pull away from him, the only thing separating you and him was your hand on his shirt material, fingers crumpling it up in your hand.

“already such a brat.” chan shakes his head at your reply, caging your body with his own, his head hanging low, resting on your shoulder, and you grab that opportunity to tug on his hair, just above his nape. chan lets out a low groan at the feeling. “is that what you’re going to do to me when i’m between your legs, licking all of you up?”

“do you want me to?”

“fuck yes, baby. i want you to keep doing that unless i ask you to stop, can you do that for me?” chan’s fingers find the hem of your shirt once again, slipping his hand under the material, fingers reaching to grab a breast, his thumb pressing lightly against your nipple, teasing the bud, which makes you whine out of frustration. “wanna get out of here?” he asks, pulling away enough to get a good look at your scrunched up face, lips parted from what he was doing to you. 

“yes, please.”

[note, yes im sick but that didn't stop my brain from rotting over chan, did it now? also @chvnnie i miss our chan brain rots and also hi @youn9racha @chrisbahng my fave chan stans ily ‹3]

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

[falconcoast]

Tighnari will be that one student who might scold you for doing something wrong (like for an experiment or activity) but they're just worried for your well being. He helps you do it correctly after that and will probably hug you to show that he's not angry 🥺🥹

college au iii | tighnari x reader

masterlist

tighnari shows his affection in roundabout ways, including in the chemistry lab.

a/n: GUYS IM SORRYYYY i was playing enstars aggressively these last few days (why can i not get a full combo on melody in the dark) anyways take this !! i had to literally get my chem notebooks from last year out to look for a lab we did LMAO

warnings: a lil bit of yelling and chemistry (in more ways than one HAHA there is literally an entire experiment in this fic)

after missing class for a few days because of a sickness, you were stuck in the laboratory after classes had ended. tighnari, ever the sweet friend, offered to help you complete your lab report for your chemistry class.

the way tighnari went about the experiment was much more organized than you could have ever done yourself. each of the materials were lined up in a neat row. the beaker with water was filled as accurately as possible, and even the pens you didn’t use were discarded into a clean line.

“cut about half a centimeter of the solid potassium and set it aside. it should weigh about one gram,” he read aloud, crossing his legs after reading out the instructions. you did as he told, slicing a little bit off of the bigger piece of metal.

“okay, now what?” you asked.

“now, place the metal into into the water and watch the reaction. make sure that your goggles are secure!”

you adjusted your glasses, pulling them over your forehead so tightly that you were sure it would leave a mark later. snapping your pair of gloves once more, you picked up the metal and dropped it into the water.

the reaction was certainly not what you expected. it started off as a small, pink fire consuming the top of the metal. it sparked slightly, specks of fire bouncing off of the glass beaker and falling into the water. as you went to go write down the reaction in your notebook, tighnari spoke up quickly.

“hold on, that’s too much—!” he started before grabbing your arm and pulling you close to his chest. his arms held the back of your head firmly, and your arms clung to his lab-coat. his heart beat was rapidly slamming against the walls of his chest.

before you could even respond, a loud bang! echoed throughout the empty lab and the beaker let out a soft sizzling noise. a minor amount of smoke fogged up the walls of the glass. at the bottom of the container was a bright pink and transparent liquid.

after a deep breath in, your best friend relaxed the tension in his arms. “that was too much potassium!” he scolded, letting you go in favor of placing his hands on his hips. pointing at the remaining potassium, you realized that only the gram of the metal was left. “you dropped nearly ten grams of it into the the beaker. the farther down the periodic table the alkali metals go, the more likely it will cause a violent explosion and ignite when hitting water. my archons, what were you thinking?!”

ducking your head down in red-hot embarrassment, your lips turned downwards. “i’m really sorry, tighnari! i swear i didn’t mean to put in the bigger metal!” you apologized, cheeks burning. “it won’t happen again and i was too careless. i’m sorry!”

after a soft sigh, tighnari stood and wrapped you up into his arms. “no, it’s not your fault. you’re still coming back from that illness after all. i should have offered to put it in for you,” he breathed. his scent of lavender and basil brought you some comfort as you reciprocated the action. “and i’m sorry for yelling at you. i was concerned.”

after a moment, he turned his head and looked away from you. curiously, you tilted your head. “tighnari?” you asked. looking at him, you realized that he had reddened cheeks and a troubled expression. patting his soft ears, you smiled. “aww, are you too proud to admit you worry for my safety? that’s real cute, ‘nari.”

with an even more embarrassed expression, he removed himself from your arms. “no, that’s not it. i was just thinking about how much work it would have been if i had to bring you to the infirmary is all.”

“yeah, yeah, keep saying that!” you laughed. casting a look at the pink liquid, you sheepishly scratched the back of your neck. “i, uh, guess we have to redo this whole thing now.”

shaking his head, he smiled. “no, i won’t make you redo your work. it ends up the same anyways. potassium being stable requires it to give away one more valence electron. oxygen in water can take that electron, and thus, the products are potassium hydroxide and h2 gas. the heat produced from the reaction is so strong that it ignites the flammable h2 gas, and creates an explosion like the one you just caused.”

“none of those words made sense, but i’m just gonna take your word for it!” you shrugged, writing it down in your lab notebook.

“in return of not making you redo this experiment, i have a request,” he spoke up as you wrote away.

“yeah? i’m all ears.”

picking up the pink liquid and preparing for its disposal, he smiled. “well, i get to choose what we have tonight. i wanted to try a new boba place down the street. i think it’s a new branch from a liyue franchise.”

“you know what? i would usually argue about mondstadt hash browns, but boba sounds good,” you replied happily.

“and i also want that mushroom special from the restaurant down the street from here.”

“again?! that’s the fourth time we’ve had something with mushrooms in the last week!”

y/n: i hate having mushrooms everyday

tighnari: i really don’t give a shit

[kunizk]

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ . * ۫ ࣭ * . romeo and juliet

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ࣪˖ a star filled night on the top of jean kirschtein’s car, for love and fall in love all over again, because your his and he’s yours.

who knew you could have such a pretty boyfriend, an artist — jean kirschtein

sitting on the top end of his car, while he worked on a piece on a wall. “I can feel you staring holes into my back” he wasn’t wrong, how could you not stare. he was so beautiful, and so quiet, his voice so gentle, so sweet. you had to just stop and stare — jean kirschtein, a walking smiling image for a photograph, with his beautiful blue eyes, the light filtering through his hair “oh uhm sorry!” “don’t apologize”

it didn’t take long for jean to finish his piece before he leaned his back onto the car “what do you think, think it’s good?” he wasn’t insecure about his work, he just wanted to hear your voice.

“you always make pretty work” crossing your legs together while others called it a butterfly position, wrapping your hands around your ankles. “yeah, met one too.”

butterflies, utter butterflies that erupted from the inside of your stomach and twisted in all types of ways that made you fragile heart race — almost as if it was beating against your chest like drums that filled your ears

it didn’t take long for jean to look up at you with low lidded eyes, it made your heart beat race faster. he wanted to kiss you. was that weird, no because you wanted him to kiss you just as badly.

he just couldn’t help it, your touch was too addicting, something he couldn’t comprehend living without.

he was all putty in your hands, even when you held your ankles by your hands. gently taking his hand into yours with just your pretty hands and eyes. now he was truly some type of lovesick dog for you, or maybe he always was.

he’s just ready to eventually turn things around so it was him you’d think about no one else, at work, I’m the middle of the night, in the morning. he’s all yours.

“jean”

your voice called out to your lover, seemingly playing with his rough long calloused fingers. more or less as a distraction. while you were to busy to notice, jean inched closer and closer and closer towards your lifted body upon his car. “what’s up baby.”

“do you . . did that girl give you her number or something back there?”

he furrows his brows and his lips form a slight pout as he comprehends your words

“oh, yeah, yeah she did. but I threw it away.” he pondered on your last words, did you get jealous? did you think he was checking her out? god no.

“you did? that’s relieving to hear. ”

jeans eyebrows continued to furrow deeper into his browline, he’d never do that to you. “hey” jean gave you a reassuring squeeze with the hands that interlocked yours. pulling the hand up to his lips, he kisses the back of your hand — kissed your knuckles and the tips of your fingers while the other hand laid on top of your left thigh while he stood in between them

the pout that formed on your face not too long ago lifted into a lovesick smile “im yours” wrapping his arm around your middle, pressing a sweet kiss to the pulse on your neck. “you know that right?” you continued to smile at your lover and nod “im yours and I love you. only you”

“i love you too jean, im yours too.” wrapping your arms around his neck while he continued to pepper sweet kisses into your neck while his hand found home on your waist, while the other rubbed up and down your back in a soothing way

“I remember sitting outside at shooting stars and wishing that one day you’d be mine while we were still in high school, and i got what i wanted.” pressing a kiss onto your cheek and forehead “don’t worry about me looking at other girls any more, I only wanna look at you.”

pressing a sweet kisses to his lips, it was short and chaste. “jesus christ, were you always this romantic?”

“only when you need me the most, that’s all the time love.” he smiled into the crook of your neck

a wish after a wish and one more wish before he turned twenty four, he got his wish and he loved it dearly. only the stars knew how much.

[kitwing-moving]

UMM meow im trying to write more vivtaru. kicks a rock. some day i'll write stuff that isn't pre-relationship but today is nawt the day. anyways have vivtaru midnight hangout not exactly a sleepover

not proofread etc etc i get embarrassed and go (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) even worse than when i wrote it

When he had met Vivian, Wataru was overjoyed at how delightfully genuine her reactions were to anything he did or said. Unable to mask any of what she felt, she always leaned in closer with sparkling eyes, almost as if she wanted to ask for an encore. For more surprises from him, for him to do more to pull such gleeful reactions from her.

From then on it seemed like only a natural progression, childishly excited banter to Wataru craving her presence enough to drop by uninvited one night. He didn't make a peep when he had come in through her window, and yet the girl only reached towards him in a sleepy haze. He didn't know if she was just a light sleeper or had even been asleep at all, but he couldn't stop himself from going into her arms. Vivian fell asleep not long after they had started whispering to eachother in the dark, and Wataru allowed himself to linger a while longer in her grasp.

It was nearly habit now, with Wataru slipping in through Vivian's window in the middle of the night. She started staying up later, or at least as much as she could - and he was always welcomed with the sight of her wide, gleeful smile and sparkling eyes.

Tonight was no different, but Wataru was careful to conceal the gift he had brought for her. Flowers weren't an unusual thing for him to gift to her, although he swiftly moved onto using fake ones when around her. Her allergies didn't agree with the amount of roses he loved to throw around, yet Vivian didn't seem to complain much when Wataru was the source. She still kept the flowers, even housing them in a tiny garden just below her window.

Wataru crouched down, a fond smile on his face as he looked over each rose. Some were doing far better than others, but it was clear that each one was cared for to the fullest.

"Goodnight and sweet dreams." Wataru whispered to the roses, a finger ghosting over the leaves before he stood back up. Despite the lights in Vivian's room being turned off, he could see something was still providing some illumination. He didn't have to wonder about it much, as within one breath he was now inside her room.

"My dear, darling Vivian!" Wataru was mindful to keep his gift hidden away as he showered her with affection, lips pressing against her forehead. The girl let out a noise akin to a choked out hiss, tensing up in surprise yet not pulling away. The light from her laptop flickered and moved on her wall as Vivian pushed it aside on the bed, making more room for Wataru to sit.

"Keep - keep it down." Her words were mumbled out as Wataru cupped her face in his hands, squishing her cheeks together when she attempted to glare at him. It took a moment before she caved and let out a little giggle, nuzzling further into his hands as he sat in front of her.

"I simply cannot contain myself when I see you." Wataru did as she said, his voice much quieter. It would truly be a shame if he got caught by either one of her grandparents.

He watched as Vivian closed her eyes, leaning even further into his hands and Wataru could swear he felt his heart skip a beat at such a cute display. He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hmm? Oh my, what is this you have, my dear?" Pretending to pull something out from behind someone's ear was a classic trick, and one that was almost effortless for Wataru. The paper flowers he had were almost impossible to tell from real ones, at least for Vivian until she felt one. She was once again rendered speechless for a brief moment by him, mouth falling open in shock as she ran her fingers along stems and petals.

"... That wasn't behind my ear." The first thing out of her mouth was so flat, and such a contrast between the tone of her voice and her expression made Wataru chuckle.

"Oh? But my little love, how could you not notice?" Again and again Wataru did this, the collection of paper flowers growing in his hands. Yet while he did this, he didn't miss the way her eyes narrowed at his words, almost as if she was trying not to shrivel back. Whether it was from the knowledge of Wataru giving his heart to her or the complicated weight of her own feelings, he wasn't sure.

Will you finally acknowledge such terms of endearment? Will you turn a blind eye to the depth of my feelings once more? Will you let me see your heart as well?

Wataru kept these thoughts to himself, tucking them away in his mind for now. He knew it wasn't wise to be hasty with one so timid regarding matters such as this one, despite how his heart ached for hers.

"You seem to have sprouted your very own garden from your head! I wonder what thoughts you may have cultivated in that bright brain of yours." Wataru couldn't help but laugh along with Vivian's own giggles, letting her shyly take the paper bouquet from his hands. "Oh... Um, well, I dunno about bright, but..." She trailed off, face quickly turning red underneath all of the attention he was giving her.

Vivian seemed to be enamoured with the flowers Wataru had made, her eyes wide with glee as she once more ran her fingers along the stems and leaves, mindful of the petals. "What sorta flowers did I grow, Taru?" She paused, slowly moving them closer to her face and sniffing. "Woah... they even smell like real ones. Do you think I could grow fruit from my head, too?"

Wataru nodded, feeling his eyes crinkle at the edges as his smile grew. "Well, of course, my little love. Don't ever doubt how truly amazing you are." Although he wished he had fruit on hand at a time like this, he did have chocolate - the kind being much to Vivian's taste, seeing how her mouth opened in shock at the sight.

How wonderful... such a small thing still truly amazes her, despite how often I've done it~.

"Ah, so is this how you're growing such a garden?" Wataru let out a giggle as she took the chocolate from his fingers, her blush spreading to her ears as he handfed her. "Such sweet thoughts that bloom into grand ideas... You'll share them with me, won't you?" He leaned in closer, voice even quieter. "I'm curious about how they may taste."

"I..." Vivian scrunched her face up, quickly hiding herself behind the paper bouquet. "Um, you took them all, so! I don't have anymore! Plucked 'em all right out!"

"Ah, shame on me, then." Wataru shook his head playfully. The nervous, giddy lilt of her voice was adorable, and while he wanted to tease her further, he decided to give her mercy. "Perhaps... you'd like to learn about the flowers that bloomed from them, no?"

At Vivian's enthusiastic nod, Wataru slid in closer to her, relaxing in her warmth. He pretended not to notice how her eyelids drooped the longer his voice went on while describing the meaning of each flower alongside it's color, nor did he acknowledge how she snuggled even closer to his side.

Only when he was done listing off each flower did she let herself finally drift off, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Wataru wrapped his arm around her, feeling his own face heat up at just how tightly she clung to him. Even without it being said, Wataru knew she returned his feelings, and he decided he was content with just being in her arms for now.