#but any time this opinion is used as a blanket over all of his characters including tary and even FCG.. like be serious

[milquetoad]

of the many injustices put forth toward the show by fans i think the most overall damaging and telling of a complete lack of critical viewership is the idea that sam riegel builds his characters with nothing more than the bit in mind. like you are only telling on yourself if you think characters like scanlan shorthalt and veth brennato are one-dimensional and depthless

[stargirl-int3rlud3]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

adults of jjk x reader

🗯 ! swearing, cuddling, snoring, mentions of the sound of heartbeats, sleepwalking, drooling, insomnia, almost being crushed by Toji !

synopsis; how i interpret jjk characters would be like to share a bed with. — ♡

GOJO; In my opinion I think Gojo snores, not like loud ass snores (well, maybe sometimes), but like soft snores when he’s deep in sleep. The soft noises he admits while asleep always tends to lull you right to sleep even if you weren’t previously tired. Gojo subconsciously cuddles you in his sleep, however, it wasn’t always like this. It took awhile for Gojo to be truly comfortable having someone else sleep in his bed because he had gotten so accustomed to being by himself. One time he even freaked out when he rolled over in bed and felt someone on the other side of his bed, you had to calm him down and reassure him it was just you. Continuing, Gojo sometimes rolls himself off the bed. When you started sleeping in his bed he’d roll to your side and then when his body realized he couldn’t roll any farther he rolled the other way off the bed.

Due to an exhausting day at work, Gojo had headed to bed earlier than usual. You quietly make your way into Gojo’s room seeing him laying shirtless with both his legs and the blankets sprawled chaotically across the bed. A tingly warmth brought its way to your face as you could never quite get over how genuinely attractive and fit your boyfriend was. Crawling into bed with as much cautions as you could muster, you hear the soft snores release from his slightly parted lips. You laid on your back staring at the ceiling until you realized your brain was still quite awake, this is when you made the decision to scroll on your phone for a few. Just as your eyes began to feel tired and had started to close, a loud THUD made your eyes widen and your body sit up. Instinctual, you look over at Gojo to find him not where you had last saw him, you scramble to the other side of the bed to see Gojo rubbing his head which you assume he hit when he fell off the bed. You place yourself between his scrunched up legs to examine his head, giving it a few kisses before looking back into the beautiful eyes you had fallen in love with. A light dust of pink is brushed across his cheeks as he gives you a laugh, you push his shoulder which then results in him pulling you to the ground on top of him. He reaches on the bed and pulls a pillow and a blanket from off of it. Placing the pills under his head and the blanket over you two, there you two fall asleep on the floor together.

GETO; Unlike Gojo, Geto gets immediately used to the feeling of you in bed, so much so that when he doesn’t feel you in his bed he gets worried. He needs to be touching you at all times when you guys are in bed. I believe Geto to be a light sleeper, small things can wake him up but he also falls asleep easily. Geto sleepwalks every now and again, you have to double check all the doors are locked so he doesn’t leave and get hurt or lost. When sleepwalking he doesn’t do anything particularly weird, usually he just walks around and then either goes back to sleep in bed or on the couch. It really freaked you out the first time you found him sleepwalking.

On one particular night you had been falling in and out of sleep constantly making it difficult to truly go to sleep. Geto had his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in your spot next to him. While in the midst of falling in and out of sleep you must’ve not realized his arm had left your waist until you heard noises coming from somewhere outside of the bedroom. Slightly freaked out, you turn to Geto but he’s no where to be seen. Relief began to flood throughout your body as you get up to go looking for your boyfriend.

“Geto what’re you doing up, it’s so late?”

You rub your eyes as they make out Geto’s figure standing completely still in the kitchen.

“Geto?”

No response once again. At this point you were even more freaked out. Hoping he was just messing with you or something, you get closer to him and reach your hand out towards his shoulder. He swiftly turns and heads for the bedroom, freaking you out due to the fast movement. You made an executive decision to just sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.

When morning hit you were woken up by Geto asking you why you were sleeping on the couch, you explained his oddness last night and he apologized before telling you about how every once in awhile he sleepwalks. He made sure to make your favorite breakfast even though you insisted that he didn’t have to do that.

NANAMI; Nanami is also quite a light sleeper, but he needs some kind of noise to put him to sleep as well as complete darkness. Well, if you need some light because you can’t fall asleep in the dark cause it freaks you out he’ll absolutely let you do so. He prioritizes you sleeping over him sleeping. Nanami is always very warm so he usually doesn’t sleep with a blanket but instead a thin sheet of some sort and because his body is often quite warm you don’t have to worry about a blanket you just cling to him. Nanami also makes sure you have a glass of water by your bed every night in case you get thirsty.

Sleep had began to consume you when you and Nanami were curled up on the couch watching a movie and now even more so. Nanami held you up as you wobbled to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and made sure you were comfortable and cozy. A whine admitted from your mouth causing Nanami to turn back to you. You shiver and begin to rub your upper arms to show him you were cold as he was about to get a blanket, you whined again. With a soft smile on his face, knowing exactly what you wanted, he crawled into the empty space next to you and you buried yourself in his warmth. The warmth of your loving boyfriend drifted you right to sleep so much so that you began to snore a little. Unfortunately, to your dismay, you had gotten parched in the middle of the night so now here you were trying to move as slowly and quietly as possible out of Nanami’s arms. Which you somehow successfully did and were currently tip-toeing to the kitchen but as you opened the door and stepped out of the room an obnoxiously loud creaked echoed through the room instantly waking up Nanami. “My love? Why are you awake?” Nanami’s soft voice asks. “Um..I was thirsty” “Let me get it for you” He quickly gets out of bed and passes by you to get you a glass of water from the kitchen. When he comes back and hands it to you, you give him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek for his act of kindness. After that, you two are back to sleep in no time.

SHOKO; Sleep hasn’t been in Shoko’s vocabulary for awhile, she’s an insomniac after all. However, she tries her best to get as much sleep as her body will allow when you give her those big, pleading eyes. Who is she to say no to someone as cute as you? She has noticed that she sleeps more when she sleeps with you so now you try to sync your sleep schedule to hers, well, for the most part at least. You’ve even gotten her to take melatonin. If Shoko gets tired somewhere and falls asleep in your lap then you’ll stay there until she wakes up. To be honest, you’re just happy she’s sleeping.

You were sitting in the morgue waiting for Shoko to finish up what she was doing when you felt something in your lap. There laid Shoko’s head. You couldn’t contain your smile as you grazed your fingers through her hair. It didn’t take very long for Shoko to fall asleep, you knew it wouldn’t. She had a long day and she’d been exhausted since the minute she started. So, you spent this time admiring every bug and small feature that graced your girlfriend’s gorgeous face. Everything about her was beautiful, she’s beautiful. A few hours pass when Gojo walks in about to be his usual loud self when you give him a glare and hold your finger up to your lips. He marvels at the sight of a peaceful Shoko fast asleep in your lap. “Wow, you got her to sleep. You deserve an award for that” You roll your eyes at the man’s joke before looking back at the women in your lap. “God you’re really in love with her” In seconds, a red hue tints your cheeks as you flip Gojo off. He laughs knowing he just read you so easily, but in your mind all you could think is how could someone not love Shoko. “Are you sure you’re okay staying like that? Your legs must hurt” “I’m fine Gojo, I’d rather have her get as much as she can” Gojo leaves you two be so he doesn’t accidentally wake up Shoko and is forced to face your wrath.

UTAHIME; Utahime will never admit it but she loves to listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep. The sound just calms her so easily. Utahime is a heavy sleeper, she very rarely will wake up if you accidentally make noise. She doesn’t mind if you have your head laying on her shoulder or your holding hands when you sleep but she needs her own space. You both like to have your own sense of space but there are times where she wants to be closer (aka when she wants to listen to your heartbeat)

The sunshine soaked you and Utahime in its rays as you lay in the grass relishing in the warmth. The mix of the warm sun on her skin and the sound of your heartbeat echoing throughout her brain made her start to feel really sleep. She tried her best to stay awake but was soon succumbed to sleep. You watched as her eyes fought to stay open before fluttering closed. Her porcelain like skin shined brightly in the sun as you begin to feel yourself drifting to sleep and soon enough you are also sleeping in the warm rays of the sun with Utahime peaceful asleep on top of you.

INO; Ino is a big cuddler, to be fair he’s a big softy in general. He prefers being little spoon and will proudly admit that to the world. Now don’t get me wrong he has his moments where he wants you to be little spoon mostly because he likes the sight of you laying on top of him. Anyways, he snores AND drools when he sleeps but it’s not a lot of drool like it’s just a little bit and it’s actually so cute. He’s cute (he’s very pookie). He doesn’t exactly snore quietly but it isn’t that loud, like it’s not unbearable. He also cannot sleep without you now that you’ve started sleeping in the same bed.

Ino had been talking about how exhausted he was waiting for a call from his job so you told him, he could just fall asleep on top of you and you’d wake him up when he got a call from his job. He thanked you and in no time he was sleeping soundly. It didn’t take very long for the exhausted Ino to fall into a deep sleep and begin to snore. You had to hold back your giggles to not make the boy centimeters away from you. Not long after that he had began to drool on your chest. It was slightly gross but his cute face as he slept was far greater than any kind of grossness. You held him closer as if it might make you two fuse together so neither of you will ever have to leave each other. To both of your guys dismay, his phone rings and you’re forced to wake him up. As he blinks his eyes open and picks up the phone he realizes the drool stain on your shirt. A pinkish blush spread to his face as he scratches his head and mouths the words ‘sorry’. You kiss his free hand, letting him know that it’s okay. He smiles at you and give you a kiss on your head before returning back to his call.

TOJI; This man is pretty damn huge, he’s a fucking wall for crying out loud so the only space you ever really have is if you lay on top of him. I mean, hell, he’s not complaining. Sometimes you have to check if he’s dead because he sleeps so heavily and doesn’t make any noise. Toji does have a tendency to roll around in his sleep which isn’t always good for you cause he has almost crushed you a few times.

It was a peaceful night of sleeping. Toji had held you especially close since he had been gone for so long. Every bump and curve of your body was kissed by Toji. He hadn’t left your side since he came back, and you weren’t complaining. Once night fell and the moon came out, Toji hurried you off to bed. Toji wouldn’t outwardly admit it but he missed you sleeping on top of him. It just felt right with you and so when you weren’t there he began to sleep less. As you crawl your way on top of Toji, he smirks at you and caresses your face in his hands. Purely on instinct you push your face farther into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. He leans in to give you a goodnight kiss, this one lasts longer than usual but you don’t mind at all. Within no time at all you two are sound asleep. Toji is so sound asleep that he begins to turn his body, an action you don’t notice until it’s too late. Ot only takes you a few seconds to realize that there’s a giant hunk of a man crushing your rib cage. You try pushing him back over, doesn’t work. You try poking and smacking him, hoping that he’ll wake up, doesn’t work. You try wiggling your way out and that works for a few but it also takes a lot of energy out of you. You pinch him and he stirs a minute so you continue with that until he grumbles and his eyes open with an annoyed look. That soon fades (for the most part) when he realizes he’s laying in top of you. Quickly, he moves and places you back into op if his chest. You thank him and tell him to never do that ever again. He just shrugs and goes back to sleep while playing with your hair.

☆ | I struggled a bit with Utahime’s and Ino’s so sorry if they aren’t what you expected them to be!!

[screeblees]

Angry ! Yandere x Comfort ! Reader Headcanons

Angry ! Yandere is Male and Reader is Gender Neutral

I used three quotes from @aonungstoefungus post “Yandere Prompts” you can see here. I really liked all their prompts!

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!! <33

❥ Angry ! Yandere who spent his life filled with anger always raging just beneath the surface of his skin, resting right under the boiling point.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who blew up rather often in his youth, fighting his peers like there’s no tomorrow, swinging fists and rocks and gripping his opponents hair in his hands. By the time they were pulled apart, the other was almost always left with a black eye or a broken nose at the least.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who tried every breathing exercise, every meditation method, every mindfulness activity, every health coping habit, every anger management program, every “calming” drug he could get, every single thing he could find. Yet nothing, nothing, ever helped.

Until you came along…

❥ Angry ! Yandere who felt a blanket of soothing fall over him the very first time he heard you speak in your almost melodic voice - melodic to him at least, it worked on him so why would anyone else’s opinion matter?

❥ Angry ! Yandere who feels the overwhelming need to be in your presence otherwise risking himself only becoming more irritable (than he normally is). Even if you don’t know he’s there, it still helps to just listen.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who became aware that it isn’t just your voice but you, as a whole; your scent, your voice, your tone, your kind demeanour, your actions, your expressions, just you in your entirety. And he can’t get enough.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who is known for his barbarian behaviour at any perceived slight done towards him. This infamous reputation helping to ensure most steer clear of him, even you, at first. Although you tried to avoid him, it seemed like he was everywhere you went, even places he’d never dared to go before, even out-of-character for him to be in. ( “What’re you lookin’ at?” )

❥ Angry ! Yandere who was pleased when you eventually accepted that he was just everywhere you went and weren’t even cold towards him when he approached you for himself instead of eavesdropping on all your conversations or creepily watching from afar! Or maybe you were just too scared to talk back to him in fear of pissing him off and being at the receiving end of his violence. Oh well, you’d accepted him now.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who realises it isn’t just tranquillity that he feels around you - his heart now feels like it would burst out his chest and for once it wouldn’t be in anger, but in absolute obsession. Of course he’d like to call it love but he knows it is more than that, you are the air he had gone so long without and had now taken a breath of, you are the balance and stability he had never had in his life, in fact, you are his life, his whole world. He’s even waxing poetica in his head for you, that’s how lovesick you make him.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who began recording you talk whenever he’s close enough for a microphone to pick up. Listening to his library of you to keep his head level all day, and to get to sleep at night (among other nightly activities).

❥ Angry ! Yandere who is very forward about wanting to be your friend, inserting himself into conversations and making a point to talk to you at some point every day - the times you speak directly to him helping them feel the most soothed he’d been in a long time.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who’s volatile mood is entirely dependent on you; if you give him your full attention and maybe even a smile then he’ll go about like he’s the most peaceful, untroubled soul around, barely anything will change his mood (other than you, of course) - on the other hand, if you give him minimum attention or he can’t find you, he’ll be twice as furious and violent as his worst day before you came along. So although you could make him seem like a steady, quiet person and bring out the best in him, you also have the potential to turn him into hell’s own with the suffering that will be caused by him for the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of the week.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who scared most of your friends away, leaving you rather isolated from your peers and only more open to him hanging out with you during the school day. Your remaining friends either being entirely online or skittering away at the sight of him, neither of which he really minded as they made way for him.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who was ecstatic to find that you even talk in your sleep, taking great joy in visiting you when you’re deep in REM sleep just to listen to your sleepy mumbles, and if he’s feeling brave he may hold your hand. He found comfort in knowing that no-one else got to listen to you whisper what he likes to call sweet nothings. (They’re for him and only him.)

❥ Angry ! Yandere who seethed when he saw someone take interest in you. Who the fuck did they think they were. The next time you saw them they’d been beaten black and blue and avoided you like you’d give them the plague. (No-one gets to have you but him.)

❥ Angry ! Yandere who eventually realises the only way for him to really have you is to take you.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who follows you home one night and just sweeps you off the street, he’s truly sorry for being rough with you but it was for your own good, you needed to be home with them and there was no way you’d come willingly and you would not want to see how irritated that would make him.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who’s furnished basement was just the perfect place to keep you, he’d cleaned up the place and made sure it was escape-proofed and child-proofed. He wouldn’t want his sole source of comfort going through unnecessary harm (or having the tools to leave him).

❥ Angry ! Yandere who was on a high after bringing you home knocked-out, tied up and blindfolded for extra safety, which broke almost as soon as you woke up. Your scared, timid voice was endearing at first, but he grew irritated once you began screaming and crying and making your throat go hoarse (despite your intense fear).

❥ Angry ! Yandere who had previously planned to be lenient with you realised that was not going to work. Clearly you needed strict rules, boundaries and schedule and so he would supply you that, some of said rules being;

Speak when spoken to

No even trying to escape

Be respectful

Don’t dare hide anything

Speak like you did before

Answer calls on the first ring

If you want something, ask for it

Don’t flinch away

Stop fucking shaking

Accept your punishments

Don’t run.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who grows sharp with you, finding himself having to punish you far more than he’d thought within your first few weeks together. Maybe being even a little sadistic in his retaliation… ( “What, you thought you were just gonna get away with that?” )

❥ Angry ! Yandere who found himself mocking and insulting you in response to your shying away from him or showing your fear of him, especially before and during punishments in which you would shake. ( “Aw, you gonna cry? Go ahead, its not gonna change anything.” )

❥ Angry ! Yandere who always felt much better after taking his anger out on you during punishments, then lovebombed you with his gifts and touch. The gifts could range anywhere from something he stole from your house to something really nice he bought with his own (partially stolen) money. He really enjoys having an arm around your waist or shoulders or a hand on your wrist or thigh (or even your neck), he loves you being in reach of him and it makes him feel secure to grasp onto you, to have you grounding him. (Even if he’s a little strong on the grasping).

❥ Angry ! Yandere who believed himself to have semi-successfully trained you to behave for him, to stop trying to hide and escape and rebel, but still, any hint of your mind straying from being a good soother for him pushed him to the boiling point, spitting threats promises at you of what would happen if you continued that line of thinking. ( “Don’t even fucking look at the door. I am trying to have some faith in you after all.” )

❥ Angry ! Yandere who enjoys spending hours downloading content for you to consume and talk to him about (once you’d accepted your situation). He asks probing questions just to hear you talk more and loves having you as his own personal sleep aid asmr and podcast throughout the day, urging you to rant to him once he comes home each night as he cuddles you in your chosen seating, whether that be the couch, the bed or even the floor. 

❥ Angry ! Yandere who finds classmates remarking on the consistent calmness he presents in himself now that he has you all to himself all safe at home with your melody on speed-dial. After all, you and your calming aura is all for him and only him to enjoy, how much happier could he be…?

[teamatsumu]

Helloooo! I'm just thiiiiis happy you're open to hearing requests because I adore your writing so much!

I'm flying a lot this year for work and weddings and whatnot, and I'd love your take on Haikyuu characters travelling solo overseas on a plane! How they react if they're seated next to a cute reader and do/don't make any moves, or they're a complete mess and somehow miss the flight - whatever your thoughts may be on them as passengers 😊

Akaashi, Suna, Osamu have been on my mind but I'd honestly eat up anything you write about anyone really ❤️

Ohhhh my god i love this idea my thoughts are RACING

AKAASHI:

He is very quiet on planes, I think. Keeps to himself, doesn’t bother anyone. Definitely gets a window seat, doesn’t get up to use the bathroom unless it’s absolutely necessary. His flights are uneventful at best, and he manages to finish that one book he was slowly reading over the last few weeks.

If he is seated next to someone he finds cute, he doesn’t say anything about it. He will look at you from the corner of his eye, tiny glances every now and then, but he won’t bother you. But if you initiate conversation, he will definitely engage in it. And quite enthusiastically too. You nearly fly off your seat when you realize he works as a manga editor, and Akaashi happily answers all your wonderous questions. He thinks you’re enthusiasm on the subject is contagious, and he feels elated when you ask for his number near the end, because he is not sure if he would have the courage to.

SUNA:

Suna also minds his own business. He has his laptop, his phone, and a good pair of noise canceling headphones. He is set for the trip. He is someone who puts his comfort above all. Meaning his own pillow and blanket, and even more comfortable slippers for longer flights. He is about to have the time of his life.

But then he notices that his neighbor is cute, way cuter the more he looks, and he can’t help but have half his attention on whatever you’re doing. He might comment on something too, and if you respond positively, that can spark conversation. He doesn’t talk more if he thinks it’s bothering you. Suna knows his boundaries. But he is not shy, and he is sure he can use his wit to create a little friendship and maybe get your number by the time you two get off the flight.

OSAMU:

Osamu is a patient flier by all means. Between him and Atsumu, he always guns for the window seat, and often gets his way too after a few choice words and winning a few petty bets. When he is traveling alone, he exclusively gets a window seat, even if he has to pay extra. And of course, he needs to know what they are serving on the plane.

Okay here’s my Osamu headcanon, he does not like plane food. And he has a habit of mumbling under his breath about it. Usually, people who complained about it would annoy you, but the boy next to you has this thick accent and is speaking in a dialect you haven’t heard before, that you find extremely funny.

You indulge him, and he opens up immediately. He complains about the food and you echo his opinions. Before you know it, you are having a fiery discussion on food, and Osamu is seconds away from kissing you on the spot when you say that you think Udon is the best noodle.

Time flies by with him, and you get off the plane with promises that you would visit Onigiri Miya for a free meal soon.

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Two: Talking it Out

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Summary: After many, many days of dealing with Moody's visits, (y/n) get two new visitors, who seem to be much much nicer.

Word Count: 2,285

Warnings: Torture Mention, SA Mention (it's mostly glossed over, no major details), Child Abuse Mention

A/N: Just in case I forgot to mention previously, this is not completely canon-compliant. I also have made Moody more of an a-hole, if anyone wants to know my thought process on that matter go ahead in send in a quick ask. Actually, feel free to send in an ask about anything, I would love to answer! I'm enjoying writing this, and I hope that at least some people are enjoying reading this.

Torture and pain were nothing new to (y/n), actually, it rather reminded her of home. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the small room, nor how many times she’d had her “visits” with Moody. They rarely lasted longer than a few hours. The longest time, from what little sense of it she had, was somewhere around 8 hours.

Speaking of home, she missed it quite a bit. Malfoy Manor was a lot more cruel on the inside than most people could even guess. Not particularly any fault of Mrs. Malfoy or Draco, but rather Lucius. The head of the household, and loyal follower of her father, obeyed any and every command given. Of course, most of those orders were on how to best “raise and properly train” (y/n), which typically involved some form of torture.

(Y/n) of course, followed along as well, it was easier than dealing with the consequences. Out of everything, waterboarding was the worst. Followed closely behind spending any nights with a few perverted men, less as a consequence, more so as a reward for their loyalty to You-Know-Who. She had the scars to prove the ordeals she went through, as much as she would prefer to forget.

Even though she acted nonchalant about it all, she was still a person. She just couldn’t afford to be seen that way. In her opinion, it was better to be seen as an object or a weapon, a mere pawn on a chessboard. Then at least she herself could pretend to have no weaknesses, no breaking point. She preferred that people believed the rumors and lies, that she was as deadly as her father and as crazed as Bellatrix Lestrange.

Mrs.Weasley opened the cell door, a tired look on her face and a plate in hand. She gave (y/n) a sad smile as she set it down near the entrance.

“Couldn’t you just give him something to go off of?” Mrs. Weasley pleaded with her. “Anything so you could have a break from it all? You look downright awful, I’m worried for you.”

“What could I give him that he would believe?” (Y/n) asked, slowly grabbing the sandwich from the plate and taking a bite. “After all, I imagine it’s been at least a few weeks if not a month or so? I haven’t uttered a single thing he’s believed, including that his curses and beatings won’t work. I’m used to it, it’s what I’ve been molded to be.”

“What about something small, something that no one knows about, well You-Know-Who?” Mrs. Weasley tries, leaning against the door frame. “From what I’ve gathered he hasn’t exactly been the most caring of-”

“Don’t.” (Y/n) said flatly, meeting the older woman’s eyes. “Truly don’t go there. He cares, just in his own way.”

Mrs. Weasley is quiet after that, unsure as to what to say. She sighs, picking up the plate and turning to leave. Once the door was shut (y/n) sits back against the cold wall, no longer having the appetite for her sandwich.

“He does care. I just don’t know if it’s about me or the results I give him.” she gathers up the blanket, draping it over her legs. “No, he cares about me, what father wouldn’t care about their children? Even Lucius cares about Draco, and he doesn’t care about much else than impressing my father.” (Y/n) sat in the dark, with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company and the occasional bug scurrying across the floor.

This time when the door opened it was someone (y/n) had not seen before. Or rather two someones she hadn’t seen. Both men were tall, one with dark, long curly hair and the other with light brown, short-combed hair. (Y/n) recognized one of them as Sirius Black, the first person to escape Azkaban prison. The other took her a few seconds to place, it wasn’t until the light hit his face, revealing the scars that she knew it was Remus Lupin, a werewolf known to be heavily against her father.

“Well, isn’t this a treat?” She said, slowly getting to her feet. “A blood-traitor and a half-breed? What did I do to have you grace my presence?” Remus flinched at the mention of half-breed.

“I came down here to see who could possibly have Moody stumped,” Sirius growled, stepping in front of Remus ever so slightly. “Imagine my surprise when I see you’re nothing more than another idiot, too stubborn and ignorant for your own good.”

“I’m the idiot?” (Y/n) laughed. “Am I the one torturing the same person the same 20 ways over and over in the hopes something will give? No, I’m the one who is with-standing it because the consequences of giving in are worse than dealing with a little more pain.”

“What could be worse than everything Moody has put you through?” Remus mused. “He’s told us some of what he’s done, none of which we agreed with. The real reason we’re down here is because we took a vote.”

“A vote?” She took a step back, unsure now of the situation she was in. “A vote for what? Who gets first dibs?”

“What?” Sirius looked taken aback, holding up his hands innocently. “No, we took a vote over if Moody should be down here with you anymore.”

“We decided against it. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.” Remus conjured up a lantern and hung it on the ceiling. “From now on we’re just going to talk.”

“So we’ve moved on from physical torture to psychological, understood.” (Y/n)’s shoulder relaxed slightly. “I can handle that too.”

“No, no, no. I think you’re still not understanding.” Remus smiled, looking at Sirius. “That’s all we’re going to do from now on. Sirius has enlightened us on what you’ve probably grown used to growing up.”

“Enlightened? What would he know about any of that?” she sneered, feeling even more vulnerable than before. Somehow talking seemed more daunting than hours of Cruciatous curses and water-boarding.

“You’re forgetting what family I, regrettably, belong to,” Sirius grumbled, shutting the door. “I have a feeling your upbringing was at least somewhat similar to my own, if not worse. Your father seems to pay you the same amount of care my mother gave me, which is to say nothing unless you are their perfect doll.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be-”

“Don’t lie, it doesn’t suit you.” Sirius glared at her, arms crossed. “Besides, you can give everyone else the whole “He cares for me, just in a different way” b.s. like you gave Molly, but it won’t work on me. I tried that too, now I realize how bloody wrong I was.”

“Sirius, we came to talk, not to therapise,” Remus warned, putting his hand on Sirius’s chest. “How about we start small, like cornish pixie small?” he glanced at (y/n) almost asking her for permission.

“Right, apologies.” Sirius took a deep breath. “Let’s just start small, right?” Remus dropped his hand and turned back to (y/n).

“I don’t see what actual choice I have,” (Y/n) sat down on top of her sleeping bag, bringing her knees to her chest. “What’s the rules then?”

“No rules, just talk.” Remus once again said, conjuring up some wooden chairs. “Would you like a chair as well, or are you okay there?”

“I’m fine.” (Y/n) watched as the two men sat down. “So, what would you like to talk about? The weather? To me, it seems the same every day to me.”

“Funny,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “But, to be completely honest I haven’t a clue.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Remus asks. “I prefer blue myself.”

“I like gold a lot,” Sirius mutters, still seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “It’s one of the few colors I can see both in my animagus form and human form.”

“It may seem cliche, but I like green.” (Y/n) admits after sitting in silence for a moment. “Not any green though, I enjoy deep greens, phthalo green is a good one, and so is forest green, and juniper.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about different shades of greens, is there any particular reason?” Sirius asked, sitting up more in his chair.

“Not really, it just comes in handy when it comes to potions and herbology.” she shrugged. The three of them were silent for a moment. “So, did either of you ever, um, I don’t know, did either of you ever find a way to sneak into the headmaster’s quarters? Because I did, plenty of times.”

“And you never tried to kill him for your dad?” Sirius seemed confused. “I feel like if you wanted his approval as bad as you seem to, you would’ve, well you know.”

“Answer my question first and then I’ll answer yours.” (Y/n) responded. “Have either of you snuck into Dumbledore’s quarters?”

“I, well, I tried to once, but not while I was still at the school,” Sirius smiled to himself. “It was after I escaped prison. I snuck into the castle looking for Peter and saw a rat head that way. Turned out to be a normal rat.”

“I never really even thought of the idea. I mean, he’s someone I imagine has a lot of security and spells cast around him to protect him from that sort of thing.” Remus admitted. “Your turn, answer Sirius’s question.”

“No, I never tried to kill him.” (Y/n) smirks. “The idea is quite intriguing though. Could you imagine how funny it’d be, if the daughter of the all and powerful Dark Lord, age 13, manages to murder the one person he fears above all else? Besides I liked school.”

“Why did you sneak in then?” Remus prodded, leaning forwards, studying her as she toyed with her fingers. “If not to kill Dumbledore, why bother?”

“To be completely and totally honest? I wanted to be the best at potions, and Dumbledore just so happened to be very close friends with a certain Nicholas Flammel. In order to be able to make a Philosopher’s Stone one would have to excel in both alchemy and potion-making.” she stood up, leaning against the wall. “He had a portrait of him in there, I would sneak in, ask him a million and one questions about potions, and then by the next time I came back I had tested and confirmed what he told me. I took great joy in Snape watching me get better at his own craft than he was.”

Sirius let out a gruff chuckle, which soon became a hollering laugh. Even Remus couldn’t contain himself, joining in with his own chorus of giggles. (Y/n) didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but watching the two of them laugh as hard as they were made her let out a giggle or two. The three of them talked, just talked for a time.

When the knock came at the door (y/n) stiffened, eyeing Sirius as he opened it. Much to her relief, it was Mrs. Weasley bringing dinner along with a small pillow. Sirius thanked her, taking the food from her arms and holding it out to (y/n), offering it to her. She cautiously took it, careful to not get too close as she retreated to her corner of the cell. Mrs. Weasley smiled and held up the pillow.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than what Alastor was giving you.” The older woman set it next to the door. “Whenever you’re ready for it you can grab it. No rush, dear.”

(Y/n) nodded, whispering a small thank you under her breath as Mrs.Weasley left. The soup and bread she had been given more than filled her up. Remus and Sirius continued talking to one another as she ate, everyone now slightly more comfortable with each other.

“I have to admit, she makes good food. Great food actually, Mrs. Malfoy has never been adept in the kitchen department, nor has anyone she’s hired either.” (Y/n) told them, licking the sides of the bowl as she finished her soup. “And as enjoyable as this has been today, I do have a serious question to pose.”

“What question?” Remus asked, stiffening in his seat. Sirius’s eyes seemed to darken as he looked at her as if he was ready to pounce if needed.

“Well, if I’m not to be tortured or forced to divulge any information, what do you expect to do with me then?” setting down the bowl she met their eyes. “You can’t possibly keep me in here forever, but you also can’t just let me out of here either. Which leaves very little option other than killing me or me somehow escaping and taking as many of you with me as I can.”

The men look both shocked and hurt, perhaps a dash of anger in Sirius’s eyes. Neither of them says a thing as they stand up and walk towards the door. (Y/n) smiles at them, pushing their now empty plate and bowl towards them.

“It’s only a matter of time as to which happens first. Personally, I’ve accepted dying in here. No resources will be wasted on a rescue for me, nor will there be anyone to mourn me. I suggest you make the decision soon before I find a way to slaughter the lot of you in your sleep.” she threatens, meeting Remus’s gaze. “Because you were right, Dumbledore does have plenty of security in his quarters, much more so than the barrier spells that get weaker day by day in here.”

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰}~~

[thecomfortgoth]

Tw: talk about periods and being sick, talk of cramps and feeling sick, talk of just general yucky feeling when sick or having a bad time with your monthly cycle

18+ MDNI

This was absolutely a self indulgent write a few weeks ago when I was sick AND on my period at the same fucking time, but I had not been able to stop thinking about how The Boys (tm) (this means Eddie, Steve and Billy on my blog) would be when you’re sick or having a rough time with your monthly cycle.

Also quick note to say that anyone who has any negative comments or opinions about anything I write (unless it’s genuine constructive criticism) or any of The Boys (tm) , they will be deleted and blogs will be permanently blocked. If you don’t like a character or how someone headcanons them, you don’t have to interact. Please just scroll along.

Pls also accept this as my “I’m sorry Peeping Tom Part 3 is so so so so dreadfully terribly fucking late” offering (I promise it’ll be out soon, I just need some time to work on it and have a lot of work at the moment)

There do be headcanons under the cut~

Steve would be so sympathetic, he’d be all over you the second you mentioned it, showering you with affection and asking you what you need every 5 minutes because he’s so worried about you. He’d be ushering you into your bedroom and grabbing you some comfy pyjamas to change into. He’d be grabbing you a blanket and tucking you in, making you your favourite food (if you can stomach it) and laying with you while you watch any kind of crappy TV you desire. He’d bring you chocolate or candy or any favourite snack of yours and make you hot drinks, kissing your warm flushed cheek every time he came into the room and telling you that you’re still his perfect angel, even if you’re grumpy and moody. He’d be rubbing your belly and your back, telling you he doesn’t care if you have squidgy bits or rolls or stretch marks, he wants to help you feel better and if this does the trick? Then by god hes doing it. He’d maybe even go as far as kissing every single little silvery mark on your skin while he lays on top of you and lets you use him as a heated weighted blanket, your fingers in his perfect hair as you play with it and gently wind it around your fingers absentmindedly. Steve doesn’t mind one bit and will lay there all night if he has to.

Eddie at first, would panic, because he has absolutely no idea what to do. It’s only ever been him and Wayne, and he’s never really had to look after someone when they’re sick or in pain. If you’re on your period, he’d be going to the store to grab you any supplies and may be a little shy about it, but he’d do it anyway because he knows you need it. He would definitely forget to ask you what tampons/pads you normally use, so would end up buying one of each, coming home out of breath and all sorts of discombobulated, clutching them in his arms saying he’s sorry but he just wanted to make sure you were prepared (it makes you giggle when he’s breathless and dramatic all “I didn’t wanna be that guy who texts and asks something stupid like ‘what size pussy you wear’ while I’m in the middle of the fuckin’ pad aisle!”) He’d run you a nice warm bath or a hot shower at least, letting you relax in the water while he sits outside the bathroom door (because he understands you might want some privacy) with his guitar, serenading you softly with some of your favourite songs. Afterwards he’d take you into his room, giving you one of his old band T-shirts to wear as pyjamas, drying off your hair for you and getting you all comfy on his bed, making you a little cosy nest, cuddling you close while you listen to some quiet music and he lets you doze on and off on his chest, playing with your hair and giving you forehead kisses. He does worry a little every time you wince or groan, but he shushes you and runs his fingers through your hair, reassuring both you and himself in the same breath.

Now Billy, he’s dealt with this before. He does have a sister and a stepmum after all. He just knows that you’re probably going to be a little moody and easily irritable if you’re on your period, so he is super super careful about what he says and does, lest he feel your wrath (and because he just doesn’t want to upset you deep down). He’ll immediately grab you a hot water bottle and make sure you’re keeping hydrated, constantly filling up your cup or bottle as soon as he sees you only have a couple sips left in it or scolding you very gently if you don’t drink enough, trying to make you see the importance of it. He’s a man of few words normally, (especially after all the therapy and healing and also meeting you, he’s just much calmer and more peaceful now) but if you get a little upset or sad, he’ll be right there reassuring you that he still loves you and that you still mean the world to him while he lets you play with his hair, something he never lets ANYONE do. He’d be carefully watching you for any kind of change in your expression or noise or twist in your body as you try to get comfortable, and as soon as he does notice it, he’ll be getting up and soon appearing with exactly what it is you need or moving you into a more comfortable position while he wraps his arms around you and snuggles you. It’s honestly so surprising to you to have someone who just knows what you need and when you need it, you’re a little taken aback by it, but in a good way. He’ll hand you things you need with a small smile, shrugging and blushing a little as he tells you it’s no big deal, but secretly he’s super proud of himself for just being so intuitive, picking up on your mood etc easily and putting things he’d learned in the past to good use, he loves to take care of you and would do literally anything for you when you’re sick or in pain.

[senorabond]

Rumor Has It: Chapter 3 Peña x f!reader x Pike

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader; Marcus Pike x f!reader; future Pena x f!reader x Pike

Chapter 3 Summary: After a bit of a brainstorm, you decide it’s finally time to call Marcus and get his opinion (he always has the right words). Javi has opinions of his own on the matter.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI), Explicit sexual content, additional warnings may be added for future chapters

Chapter Warnings: no use of y/n, masturbation (f!reader), fantasizing (f!reader), drinking, Javi is a tired grump

Reader/Character notes: Reader is fem!afab; No mention of Reader’s body size, shape, composition, or skin color.

Words: 4k

Author’s Note: A big, big thank you and all the hugs and kisses to @kilamonster for being my beautiful beta reader.😘 It is so fun to write Marcus and Javi! Even though they’re both very different characters, I think in some ways they’re actually quite similar. I’m really enjoying how the different dynamics between Reader and Marcus/Javi are developing. I can’t wait to get these three in the same room!!

Masterlist || Previous Chapter

Present Day Texas “Thank you for being such a good girl for me, sweetheart. I had to taste you at least one more time before you leave...” Reality falls over the room like a weighted blanket, and you let your engaged muscles go slack against the lit surface of the table, suddenly harsh and blinding. You feel exposed instead of exhibited and you squeeze your thighs together as the final flutters of your orgasm subside. 

“Hey, come back to me,” you hear Marcus murmur, and feel him turn your face to meet his. He kisses you slowly and deeply, and you taste your tang on his plump bottom lip. He presses his forehead against yours and you share a couple of breaths. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

~~~

You lay on your bed, panting, muscles loose and heavy after coming down from the incredible orgasm you just gave yourself. That memory from your last time with Marcus left you dripping and clenching around your fingers. It was still one of the most erotic experiences of your life. Marcus had a way of making the rest of the world disappear, with an intensity focused solely on you and your pleasure. It could get overwhelming at times being the center of his attention. Old insecurities could easily flare up, making you feel unworthy of that kind of devotion. 

Not ready for that level of self-awareness, you turn your attention back to the case file contents spread across the other side of the bed. Some of the papers were strewn about the floor – they must have fallen off the bed while you were otherwise occupied. Before you could refocus on the case you decide to take a shower and wash away the distracting memories. 

In your effort to rid your mind of Marcus’ mouth and hands, your sex-soaked brain brings up thoughts of Javi’s mouth and hands. Standing under the cascade of water, you imagine what it must feel like to have Javi’s hands running over your wet body, soaping up every inch of you, kissing and sucking at your neck and hardened nipples. You become engrossed in thoughts of what kind of lover he must be.

Javi likes to be in charge; that’s already apparent from your observations and the brief interaction you shared earlier that day. If you were his to enjoy, he’d push and pull, testing and stretching your limits he already knows you can handle. He likes to dance on the edge of temptation, prolonging the inevitable fall until you’re both drunk with desire. Javi wouldn’t take what isn’t willingly given; but, once you finally succumb, your mind and body would be consumed in his own immolation. He could get rough – all hands, lips, teeth, and cock – but not out of any desire to inflict lasting pain. Instead, Javier Peña loses himself, fully giving over to the raw physical sensations of your bodies moving together. It’s that utter immersion in one another that whites out the mind and drives the primal urge to take and be taken.

The shower turning suddenly cold is what jars you from your reverie with a slight shriek. Thankful for the snap back to reality, you carefully finish your shower with minimal exposure to the freezing water. You hated to think how long you’d been lost in thoughts of Javi. One interaction with the man was enough to drain your water heater – you hated to think what this case was going to do to your electric bill. 

Back on the bed in underwear, tank top, and a comfy sweater, you spread the case notes around you in a semicircle. There’s something niggling at the back of your mind, and you pick up the wiretap transcript again. The phrase “just a bunch of splattered paint” leaps out at you again, and you huff a laugh through your nose. You’d shared their sentiments about contemporary art not too long ago. You might have even considered it relatively simple to create a fraudulent painting, not knowing enough about the real deal to spot the difference. You know better now, after that little art lesson from Marcus, but… what if? 

The gears are turning a bit more quickly now and your gaze lands on Marcus’ t-shirt thrown haphazardly at the foot of your bed. This idea feels good - solid, but you don’t want to go spouting off half-baked schemes to Javier fucking Peña, not on your first real shot at making an impression in your new job. 

“Fuck it,” you mutter to yourself, and grab your phone before you can chicken out. Dialing the number from memory, it starts to ring and you nibble at the rough edge of your thumbnail. You’re about to give up hope when the fourth ring is interrupted and you hear rustling on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” His voice is a husky whisper, and something in your stomach coils at the same time as something else inside you releases.

“Marcus…hey.” The noise on the other line stills for a brief moment. 

“Hey, it’s uh-….” he clears his throat. “You okay?” He’s speaking low, almost in a whisper, and you hear more rustling, as though he were getting out of bed. Stricken, you look at the clock on your bedside table and see the glowing red numbers say it’s nearly two in the morning - your time. Which means it’s nearly three in D.C. 

“Shit, Marcus, I’m sorry.” You groan and drag a hand through your half-dry hair. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, I didn’t even look to see what time it was. I’ll let you go back to sleep–”

“No! No, really it’s okay.” His voice is closer to a normal volume now. “Everything good? Settled in alright?” 

You feel like an asshole. This is the first you’ve bothered to call Marcus since getting to Texas, and it’s to ask him for help on a case. In the middle of the night. 

“Uh, yeah. You know how it is, endless paperwork, getting to know my place in the pecking order, drinking the same shitty coffee.” He chuckles softly, and you realize how much you’d missed just talking to him. 

“Must’ve been on special,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice. A brief, but comfortable silence fills the air, and then you both start talking at the same time.

“Listen, Marcus, I’m –”

“So what’s on your–” 

Both of you stop, then share an awkward laugh. 

Before you can lose your nerve, you blurt out, “I’m sorry I haven’t called.” 

The briefest of pauses, then, “Nah, you’ve been busy. I get it.” The guilt twists tighter in your gut. 

Marcus - ever the standup guy - had called a few times to check in on you since the transfer. Of course you wanted to talk to him, you just didn’t know what to say. After how you left things, what could you say? So, like a coward, you listened to his messages and missed them when they stopped coming a few months ago. 

With a heavy sigh, you lean back against your headboard, shame prickling at the backs of your eyes. This is why the transfer was a good thing after all, for both of you. Marcus deserves better than this, and deserves more than what you have to offer.  

“So, listen… I’ve got this case.” Talking about work makes it a lot easier to pretend like nothing is wrong. Clearing your throat, you launch into a brief overview of facts of the case and your ideas. Marcus is mostly quiet while he listens, chiming in occasionally with affirming murmurs and encouraging words. 

Once you’re done, you ask, “So what do you think?” 

“I think it’s a great idea.” The smile is back in his voice. 

“Yeah?” 

“Of course, I do. You’ve always had great ideas and insights, you’re smart as hell. That DEA agent is lucky to have you on the case.” A small smile spreads across your face at his praise. 

“Thanks, Marcus,” you say softly.

Marcus always had the right words. Listening closely, you can hear Marcus breathing gently and rhythmically, and wonder if he’s nodding off. A look at the clock shows that you’ve been talking for over an hour.

“I better let you go,” you murmur. An inhale, and his throat clears.

“Sure, okay.” His voice is lazy and groggy. You wonder if his hair is mussed from sleep, or if he’d been smoothing it down absently while you spoke. 

“Marcus?”

“Mhmm?” 

“Thank you, really. I owe you. And sorry again for waking you up.” You’re shuffling the papers and photos back into the folder with plans to organize it before you speak again with Peña. 

“You can make it up to me by calling back to tell me how it goes.” His voice is a bit more alert, his tone playful. 

A quiet laugh escapes you. “You got it.” 

“G’night,” he whispers.

“Good night, Marcus.” Laying your phone down, you crawl into bed and switch off the light. For once, your mind feels quiet, calm. It’s not long before you drift off.

***

Marcus smiles to himself as he slides quietly back into bed. The prone form next to him stirs and an arm drapes across his middle. 

“Everything okay?” A sleep heavy voice asks. He rubs the slender arm and feels the press of his girlfriend’s warm body against his back.

“Sorry to wake you, go back to sleep.” She kisses the back of his neck and gives him a squeeze.

“Who was on the phone?” 

“Just a work thing, nothing to worry about,” he murmurs, and entwines their fingers. Her breathing evens out again as she falls back to sleep.

Marcus feels a small pang of guilt, but shakes himself out of it. This was the first time in six months he’d heard from you. And it was just a work thing, nothing more. Besides, you were the one who wanted the transfer in the first place, and made it perfectly clear you didn’t want anything else.  

He’d be lying to himself if he wasn’t a little bit apprehensive about who you were going to be working with. Marcus knew Agent Peña’s reputation - there wasn’t a federal agent who hadn’t heard about the guy who took down the Escobar and the Cali cartel. The DEA agent was a bit of a lothario, if the rumors were true. 

Not that it was any of his business anymore. The two of you were never exactly exclusive, and that arrangement, for lack of a better word, was long over. He was in a steady relationship now – and happily, at that. Nevertheless, your phone call had come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, if he was honest. After mentally spinning his wheels for long enough, the ghost of your voice in his mind is enough to finally lull Marcus to sleep. 

***

The Next DayTexas

Buying art with dirty money is usually just as simple as buying it with clean money. The biggest difference is whether your wealth has accumulated via legal exploitation of the working classes. Buying art to launder your dirty money is also easy, especially if you're working with a crooked art dealer. 

Say you're a shady broker looking to turn a tidy profit as a side hustle to your legitimate business dealings. It wouldn't be difficult to locate clients on either side of the law. You would simply sell the same piece of art twice – first to your accomplice, then again to an unwitting buyer with clean funds. 

Naturally, the second sale would be at a substantial mark-up. You would come away with a decent chunk of the profits for your fee, and your accomplice would leave with their money freshly laundered. It becomes more complicated if your schemes go international, but also more difficult to trace. 

These are the basic building blocks of art money laundering you learned from working with Marcus. Criminals take advantage of gaping legal loopholes and the opacity of the art economy. “You have to know a guy – who knows a guy,” Marcus always used to say. You suppose it works the same way in a bureaucratic government. 

Your normal caseload and paperwork has taken up so much time, you were surprised to see the sun beginning to set outside the break room window the last time you went to refill your water bottle. The rest of the office has already cleared out, but you want to review your notes on Peña’s case one more time while it’s quiet. Agent Peña said he’d drop by to talk about the case, but the day must have gotten away from him too. 

Some time later, you’re packing up your notes and other belongings, planning to swing by Peña’s office on your way out. You’re bent over to retrieve your bag from your bottom desk drawer when you hear a noise behind you. Turning to look, you give a little jump at his sudden presence.

“Good, you’re still here,” he remarks without acknowledging your surprise. His eyes are a bit puffy and bloodshot from fatigue, and his suit has the rumpled look of being worn far too long. Peña lets out a breath, “Thought I’d missed you.” 

You want to ask him how long he stood there with you bent over in front of him, but the man looks exhausted. Instead, you say, “You almost did. Long day?” 

“You could say that.” Peña’s shoulders seem to labor under a heavy weight.

“We could talk tomorrow instead,” you offer, even though you really want to get this over with before you lose your nerve.

Peña frowns, shakes his head. “Tomorrow will just be more of the same. Let’s do this now.” 

“Look, Agent – with all due respect – I don’t want to waste more of my time going into this if you’re too drained to go over it right now.” Frustration churns under the surface, but you’re trying to remain professional. Peña sighs and sinks his weight onto one hip. He won’t say it, but he knows you’re right. The man looks like he could benefit from a medically induced coma, and you don’t want to waste your breath if he won’t even be able to listen properly. 

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk then. I could use a drink.” He walks away without another word and you force yourself to take a breath before following. This case is going to test every last ounce of your patience.

A half hour later, you and Agent Peña are settling in at a small table in the back of a dive bar several blocks from the office. You recognize a few other feds, but nobody really acknowledges each other. Most of the bar’s patrons are glued to one of several screens showing different sports games, and the droning of various commentaries become part of the bar’s ambience. Peña is at the bar ordering drinks for the both of you, and you think that might be his small way of atoning for his general demeanor earlier. His suit jacket has been traded out for a leather coat so well-worn, you imagine he’s had it for decades.

Drinks in hand, the agent saunters back to your table and sets yours down before he sits with a heavy groan. You told him you’d have whatever he was having, so the glass of whiskey on the rocks in front of you isn’t a surprise – but the smoothness of the first sip certainly is. Peña didn’t go for bottom rail liquor, which you appreciate. The burn in your throat travels to your stomach, where warmth begins to bloom pleasantly.

Peña is silent, slumped back in his seat, but his eyes actively scan the room and all its entrances and exits. That kind of spatial and situational awareness would have served him well in Colombia. You’ve seen that kind of thing become second nature to seasoned veterans like Peña. 

You’re determined to wait for him to speak first, but decide to give him a bit of a nudge by putting the case file on the table between your drinks. The warmth from your second sip of whiskey spreads down your limbs. You relax a bit more into your seat, then give in and gesture to the folder. “My notes are on the top, if you want to read through them.” 

Drink in one hand, Peña pulls the folder towards him and flips it open. He looks more relaxed now, not as tired. His eyes move over your hand-written notes; post-its stuck on the edges flag relevant information in the folder’s contents. Peña’s fingers wander aimlessly across the curves of his glass, trailing condensation around the rim. His mouth forms a pout of concentration, microexpressions flickering across his face as he continues to read in silence. 

You’re halfway through your two fingers of whiskey and trying not to jiggle your knee in anticipation when Javi finally speaks. “It’s a good idea,” he says, and downs the rest of his drink. “But it won’t work.”

“I’m sorry?” Taken aback, you look at him in bewilderment. “Why not?” 

“It’s too complicated, too many ways it could go wrong.” Javi gets the bartender's attention and gestures for a refill. “I know narcos, I know how they operate – this won’t work.” 

Out of all the possible reactions you envisioned Peña having, for some reason downright dismissal wasn’t among them. A prickle of embarrassment behind your eyes is quickly replaced with indignation. It’s tempting to get up and walk out, but you’d worked too hard on this to give up this quickly, this easily. 

Marcus even said it’s exactly what he would do, but Peña doesn’t know you already spoke with your contact at the FBI. And you’re not going to tell him that just yet – the last thing you want is for Peña to push you out the second you got your foot in the door. He wants the FBI? Well, he’s going to have to take you too. You need this to work. 

“Agent Peña–” 

“Javi,” he reminds you, making you grit your teeth. 

“You may know more about narcos than I do, but you said it yourself – you don’t know shit about art.”

“I don’t quite recall phrasing it like that.”

“You sought me out.”

He looks away and purses his lips.

“I know it was for my connection with the FBI art squad. And I’ll make good on my promise, I’ll make the call. But I won’t be edged out of this case once the boys with the fancy toys and the dollars to spend get involved.” Javi tries to interrupt but you continue. “If I’m in now, I’m in until the end.”

A server comes by to drop off Javi’s refill and you sit there, silently sipping on your drink, waiting. You’re prepared to walk away from this table if that’s what it takes to earn the respect you deserve. 

Javi’s eyes rake over you, leaving invisible scorch marks in their wake. His bold appraisal spikes your heart rate. You tell yourself the flush in your neck and face is from the whiskey, but you can’t ignore the pulsing heat between your legs. 

Javi shifts in his seat, then slowly leans over the small table. You’re close enough now you can smell the intoxicating mixture of his spicy cologne, the leather of his jacket, and nicotine from the cigarette he smoked on the way to the bar. Dragging his thumb across that plump bottom lip draws your gaze, and you briefly wonder what that lip would feel like between your teeth.

“Okay,” his voice is gravelly and low. “I just have one rule,” he starts, and you lean in closer to hear him, letting the din of the bar fade to nothing. Your knees graze his, and you jump slightly from the unexpected contact. A flash of pink catches your eye as his tongue dampens his lips. 

Javi waits for you to meet his gaze directly. Something about his intensity makes you feel naked and vulnerable, but not afraid. You meet his eyes – those damn eyes you could get lost in if you’re not careful – and have to calm your breathing once you see how dilated his pupils have become. There’s a crackle in the air between you, like static electricity. 

“What’s your rule?” It comes out practically as a sigh. Maintaining eye contact, Javi leans in even farther, making you retreat a fraction of an inch.

“I make the rules.” Javi looks at your mouth, then back to your eyes. “My case, my investigation, my rules. Simple as that.” He takes another sip of his whiskey, and wipes the remnants from his mustache. His head is cocked, his eyes never leave your face. 

Your mind bristles at Javi’s territorialism, but your body responds viscerally. Goosebumps break out across the exposed skin of your arms, your thighs squeeze together against an involuntary clench. You’re fighting the urge to rub your leg against Javi’s under the table like a cat. 

“You’ve got a deal, Javi.” The emphasis on his first name draws a wicked smile to his lips. 

“Glad to hear it. I think we’re going to work well together.” Javi lifts his glass in a small salute and you tap yours against his with a clink. As you both take simultaneous sips, you feel the unmistakable slide of his knee against your thigh. 

Before you do something you’ll both regret, you pull back to a safe distance and extricate your knees from his. Javi has the audacity to smirk at you over the rim of his glass and you down the rest of your whiskey in one gulp. The delicious burn revives you and you start to gather your things. 

“It’s getting late, I should go.” Javi finishes the last of his second whiskey and also stands.

“I’ll walk you back to your car.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s only a few blocks.” Throwing the strap of your bag over your shoulder, you grab your coat off the back of your chair. Javi doesn’t say anything, he just walks to the bar to close the tab. This fucking guy. “Really, I don’t need an escort.”

As he signs the receipt, he says, “I’m walking you to your car.” No malice, no anger, just stating a fact. Nodding goodnight to the bartender, Javi walks past you to the door and holds it open as you follow through. 

Biting your tongue against another protest, you instead huff like a sullen teenager and start heading in the direction of the office building’s parking garage. The two of you walk together in silence for nearly a block before you speak up.

“Why is that your one rule?”

“Hm?” Javi takes a second to register what you’re asking, his brain occupied elsewhere. “Oh, well – got to make sure things are done right. I make sure things are done right.”

You two walk in silence for another minute, but when you open your mouth to say something else, he says, “It’s when people get it in their heads that they know better, decide to do their own thing – that’s when people get hurt.” 

You nod in understanding – you were familiar with the kinds of things that happened in the U.S.’s South American operations.

The rest of the walk back to your car is in more comfortable silence, but that static electricity between you and Javi returns. It’s building as you open your car door and drop your things inside. Javi is standing close when you turn around, and this time there’s no table between you to act as a barrier. 

Clearing your throat, you say, “Thanks for the drink.” His eyes are in shadow now, the parking garage lighting insufficient to see how large his pupils are this time. 

“Thanks for your help on the case.” He props an elbow on top of your car door as you slide in and turn the key in the ignition. “Get home safe, cariño.” 

Surprised at the bold use of an endearment, you look back at the man as he closes your car door. There’s just enough light for you to see the smirk on his face as he turns and saunters off. 

Chapter 4 || SeñoraBond's Masterlist

Additional Author’s Note: I am beyond happy that there are others enjoying this story! I would love-love-love to know what you think. I really want to become a better writer, so any and all feedback is welcome! Thank you for reading! 💜

[sweetfire01]

In your opinion, which obey me character is more likely to gove harah punishments snd light punishments

I thought of harsh and light as physical/non-physical punishment, so in my opinion we have:

Harsh: Lucifer Barbatos Satan Simeon

Beel Diavolo Solomon

Light: Mammon Asmo Belphie Levi

The harshest will surely be Lucifer and Barbatos. They are the strictest and do not accept any wrong behavior. You'd be over their knees for just being sassy towards them! Moreover, they're also the type of person who would extend the punishment for a long time. Sassy? You can keep that pacifier tied in your mouth all day, you're not ready to talk. Try to punch them (Ah! You dumb!) ? Hopefully you'll like your new mittens because they won't be taking them off any time soon. Only then they know you've learned your lesson and will act like a good baby.

Satan would be harsh too, though not so often. After all, he's the one pushing you to be a brat most of the time, just to annoy Lucifer. But you want to piss him off instead? Then, after the punishment, you'll be the one pissed. Literally.

Simeon can be very patient, but he has limits too! He try a lighter approach first, explaining you why what you did was wrong. It's his duty as a Daddy and as an angel! But if you still don't listen to him, he'll have no problem resorting to physical punishment, whether it's spanking or caning your hands. There will be something on the fic 👀.

I put Diavolo and Beel separate from the others for one simple reason. They are afraid to use their strength on you. And indeed they are also right. These two are HUGE and if they don't control themselves they could REALLY, REALLY hurt you. A single slap on your butt is enough to make it red. The positive note? It only takes that to make you behave yourself again.

And Solomon doesn't like to harm you, but he is a wizard and he can come up with various uncomfortable punishments. From locking you in an invisible box and watching you grow frustrated, to casting a spell on food so that what you're eating tastes disgusting (Maybe that would make his cooking better), to taking away your voice or weakening your muscles. It's not as bad as getting spanked by an enchanted brush, but not so mild as to make you walk away with a scolding.

For the lighter approach, we obviously have Mammon. If you scare him, for example by going out at night, he might be upset enough to smack you on the butt. But as long as you shed a few tears, he will immediately apologize, hugging you and trying to calm you down. But then, you'll have to hear him ramble about how he was freacking out, how something bad could have happened to you if he wasn't there to take you home… Please, don't make this guy too upset.

Asmo will only go with light punishments, nothing physical. He is NOT leaving any bruises on your body, he would be too horrified if he did. He will use paci, booties, and mittens to punish you, perhaps even tying you to a chair. This one can also be quite bad if you have some comfort object and you can't reach for it. Asmo KNOWS how much you want your blanket or stuffie, but not now! Maybe if you listened to it in the first place, you wouldn't be punished right now, mh? Oh well, don't worry, Asmo will let you out as soon as he's done getting ready to go shopping. And he wants to hear an apology as soon as he removes your paci, m'kay?

Belphegor is always tired and now he has to punish you? No, thanks. He can manage to give you a couple of smacks if you've done something serious, but more often he will put you to sleep. It's not like you're going to get yourself into any more trouble if you're asleep, right?

Levi is probably so insecure about how to punish you, he say something like "uh, well, try not to do that again next time". The End. He doesn't know at all what he should do: He could spank you but he's afraid it's a fitting punishment, he could hurt you too much and obviously he doesn't want to make you cry. He may ask you to go to the corner, but if you tell him you don't want to…Hell, what can he do? That's why he prefers the others to handle you in these cases

[abandoned-anemoia]

Smitten

☯ Pairing: Idol of choice x fem!reader (3rd person) ☯ Genre: fluff (with a little angst) ☯ Word count: 1k ☯ Warnings: mentions of food ☯ A/N: I wrote this while deep in my thoughts about Changkyun of Monsta X but decided it should be a “choose your own character” situation. I greatly appretiate any interaction! Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!

After touring, all he wants is to do is see her.

The softness of the blanket wrapped around her keeps her warm on the chilly Friday night. The rain falling outside taps softly on the window. The moon shines brightly in the charcoal sky, slipping through the window and softly illuminating the room. The soothing smell of lavender wafts through the small apartment as the candle sitting on the coffee table burns.

He gazes at her from the doorway. She sits on the couch, peacefully looking out the window. She hadn't even heard him come in. She seems to be lost in thought, staring out the window. He smiles, knowing she was only in the living area this close to midnight to see him when he came home. He almost hated to interrupt and lose sight of her focused look.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He spoke softly so as to not startle her.

She turns her gaze from the window to where the voice came from. How long had he stood there, staring?

"My thoughts cost more than that. I have rent to pay." She teases him, letting out a chuckle.

He laughs. He missed this. He missed her. It had been too long. His schedule barely gives him time to breathe, let alone be home. To be with her—the love of his life. The woman who is so patient with both him and his schedule.

She gets up, tugging the blanket closer to her body, and walks over to him. It's late. She thinks. She assesses the dark rings under his eyes and his wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain outside. She can tell he's trying to hide it but he's shivering slightly.

"Go take a warm shower. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat while you're in the shower. Then we can get some rest." The words rush out of her mouth as she discards the blanket she had wrapped around her. She uses the discarded blanket to wipe the rain drops that littered his face.

He stares at her while she dotes over him. Cute. She's always worried about him. She has never complained, just taken the initiative and cared for him.

"Don't worry about that, I ate on the plane." She nods to acknowledge his words but seems to be in another world.

"You're still going to take a warm shower." Her voice is strong. There was no changing her mind.

"The rain is coming down hard enough to be considered a pressure wash. I have to be clean already." He jokes but the stern look she gives him as she rolls her eyes tells him all he needs to know. Don't try me.

He concedes, knowing she would not allow him to ignore her request. He makes his way through her room and to the attached bathroom. Running the shower at the warmest temperature, he peels off his wet clothing and steps under the tepid spray of water.

While he is showering, she is warming up some food she had kept in her refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would be home so she had yet to make anything for either of them to eat, but she wouldn't be telling him that.

He saunters into the kitchen, having noticed she wasn't in the bedroom when he exited the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, knowing he wouldn't sleep in one anyway. Standing next to the bar, he waits for her to turn around, confused as to what she was doing.

She knows he is there but pays him no mind, continuing to gather food for him despite his assurance from before. Turning towards him and placing the meal on the countertop, she encourages him to sit down by motioning to a stool tucked under the bar.

Taking a seat on the stool, he sends her a tired smile. He had been awake for most of the plane ride, having not quite been on a set sleep schedule. The love he has for her swells inside of him as he realizes just how much she cares—how she missed him as much as he had missed her.

She lays a kiss on his cheek before sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as she rests her eyes—or at least she thought she would rest her eyes, waiting for him to finish eating. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he breathing has evened out and her body is slumping against his own.

Finishing the last bit of food, he looks down at her, her features are soft and he could see her eyelids twitch as her eyes flick around them. She's gorgeous. He carefully moves his body to lift her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently maneuvers her body so he can pull back the sheets and tuck her underneath them. She stirs but does not seem to be awake. Once she is safely tucked in bed, he turns to make his way back out of the room to clean up the dish he left on her bar. He doesn't make it far as she reaches out to grab his hand before mumbling out a soft, "Don't leave again."

His face falls, knowing she was awake enough to catch his arm yet sleepy enough to believe he would leave her immediately after coming home. Home. He has always stayed over at her place, yet never called it home. No. She was home. Not her apartment—not without her.

He slips under the covers and pulls her against him, muted words attempt to come out of his lips, "I won't ever leave you." He can't say that though. He knows he will have to leave on another tour again—knows he will rarely get time to see you between schedules. He feels as if he doesn't deserve you but knows you would tell him otherwise. Sighing, he squeezes her closer and closes his eyes. He feels nothing but content as he holds his entire world in his arms and falls asleep.

[ayyyez]

Headcannon asks (2 of ??):

Domestic vibes w/ Sakura, Shisui, and Neji. What kinds of homey activities would each of them do w/ a partner? Any sort of ways they like to unwind at the end of a day? Like cuddles in bed, making tea and relaxing, *cough* sexy stuffs *cough*. Either canon, modern au, or etc.

Love your works as always, I read them and am like 'wow my friend is so talented wow look at what she did'. K byyeee

a/n: ohhhh is that a Mr Shisui I see? Some good choices I see here. Of course I can do these for youuuuu <3

Tags: domestic vibes, fluff, kissing, suggestive content at end of each nothing to detailed

Characters: Sakura Haruno, Shisui Uchiha, Neji Hyuga

Sakura Haruno

Definitely someone who needs to be convinced to relax sometimes as she has a tendency to overwork herself but also bring her work home. She honestly just doesn't stop! You need to pull her into the zen environment for both your sakes.

That being said she definitely is someone who finds comfort in the simple things with you. A nice cup of tea and a cuddle after a long day are exactly what she needs to unwind. Also can she bitch about people please? She needs to have a good vent. The two of you can vent if you need too as long as you listen to her she'll listen to you 100% you're a team.

It's a bonus if tea has some sort of treats with it. It's partner downtime AND treat time. And if you made them? Her heart MELTS. Even if you just bought them she thinks 'My partner did this for me?' Absolutely touched.

So that was the part you indulged her and she has recharged no it's reversal time. Wants to pay you back and help you unwind. She wants to cook you dinner (doesn't mind cooking it together) but loves to spoil you. Likes company when cooking. The talking continues, helps her to unwind honestly.

Is a taster through the process of cooking and loves to ask for you opinion too. 'Hmm I'm not sure, do you think this needs to be more spicy?' Holds the spoon out to you. Still gets warm over the idea of being domestic like this. Cheeks blushy as you taste her cooking. Appreciates your opinion no matter what it is.

Asking for seconds is the way into her heart honestly. The fact you like her food is just ahhhh. Tell her things you like about her food? Will jump you right there and then. Smooches and hugs. All over you. 'I appreciate you so much.' Just being seen makes her feel loved.

Big on bathing with you to unwind. Loves the intimacy of it and just holding and being held by the one she loves. Washing each other and carting her hands through her lovers hair is the dream. Ultimate relaxation until it's not and leads to other things.

Sometimes the path to unwinding with Sakura leads to the ultimated unwind in the bedroom. Towels forgotten on the floor, robes open, hands exploring and kissing so hard that you feel so hot. Maybe the bath should have waited until later.

Shisui Uchiha

Mr active, can't sit still for too long, go go go needs to be coaxed and sometimes bribed into relaxing, honestly. He's just so used always doing something that his mind is like always racing and going so he's following it for the ride. It takes you for a fun ride too.

That being said he does have his exhausted days and mornings where he likes to just cuddle. Cuddley mornings with Shisui aren't all docile and sweet though. Sometimes they're pinches and tickles and giggles.

It's biting your shoulder affectionately and nibbling your ear to get a chuckle out of you and watch you flail about while he holds you tight. It's laughing until your stomach hurts, the blanket long forgotten and kicked to the end of the bed while the sheet twists around each of your limbs.

It's rolling around the bed until one of you (or both if you cling to each other tight enough) falls out of bed. That's when it's time to call it quits. 'Mmm maybe time to get out of bed.' 'I think we just did.' 'Touché.' He kisses (then nips) your nose.

Unwinding in the evening for Shisui I can see being something like watching you prepare dinner. Watching the repetative motions of chopping and mixing just really helps him relax and unwind. But he can't watch for long he has to join in and help.

Not just help out but make it fun too and be an absolute nusance in the process. Flicking the bits of cooked rice that stick to his hands at you when he is put in charge of moulding the rice balls. Attempts to smear the rice vinegar goo on your cheek but you flinch in time with a gasp just as the tip hits your skin.

'Oh this is war!' You declare and he's gone, running around the kitchen in a circle giggling like a child as you chase him with the mayo based sauce. He relents of course and grabs you by the waist. It stops you but not enough as you smear a good goop over his face.

Instead of wiping it off he just smooshes his face against yours and shakes his head gently. The two of you scrunch your noses and laugh. It's a mess but it's fun. And you can taste the sauce on his lips when he kiss you. It's good.

Dinner is almost forgotten as the two of you kiss and kiss. Making out on the kitchen floor. You push him back onto the conveniently placed rug a few feet away and latch yourself onto his neck. He moans, hands coming to pull your waist down against him. Onto him. Mmm this is good.

He laps the remainder of the sauce from your face, his hands exploring up your shirt, fingers splayed over the skin of your back. You push his own shirt up. Kissing down his chest. Down, down further until mm and there's a delicious moan pulled from him as his hands find your hair.

That's when the pot boils over and your remember dinner. Shit. Gotta get up and turn the stove off before you finish.

Neji Hyuga

Mans has spent his whole life chasing that zen but there's always something in the way. There's always something giving him the BIG STRESS lmao. He needs to unwind and you really gotta be the one to help him out before he snaps.

Big on the tea and definitely has his own routine of coming home and drinking a cup just to detox the day. Likes to just have a bit of quiet at first. Has gotten into the habit of making one for you if you're home too, a sweet invitation for you to join him in his bubble. He wants you in his world.

After that he doesn't mind talking. Wants to know about your day, doesn't mind sharing his. Little bits of small talk that lead to the deep intimate talk. Just existing together in a way he never thought he would with another person is intimate for him and it makes him feel so sappy.

Kind of leads him to the physical side of things. Wants the touches and the cuddles. Kind of just falls against you in his PleaseHoldMeSoIKnowThisIsReal Neji way. And you do. It's cuddle time. Sometimes that's all it is. Just cuddles and gentle affirmations.

Other times it's a little more. It leads to kissing. Soft at first. Just gentle reminders that the two of you love each other and aren't going anywhere. But when they deepen. There's a fierceness in them a spark ignites and suddenly he's back against the couch and you're on top of him.

It's almost like your down right ready to devour him. You're kissing his jaw, his neck and he is moaning your name. His hands are in your hair. You both want more. Need more. Crave more.

It leads to more sometimes. Other times it's just a quick burst of passion and nothing more.

Afterwards the two of you continue the night together. A little closer than before. Cooking dinner with extra touches than necessary. Stealing extra kisses between prep steps. Grazing touches as you pass the utensils at the table.

There's no way you can shower alone after that. Everything in an evening like this remains close and together. Right up until the moment the two of you fall asleep in bed, limbs wrapped around each other. Completely content and taken by each others presence.

[the-fo0l]

Tbh i won't mind if this acc ever becomes a 47 fan acc cuz i barely see any 47 fanfics😭 and i'm simp for that man<3(im recently in the fandom too)

Can i request a yandere 47 with a sleepy reader? Who basically just sleep everywhere and everywhere that would be interesting and probably stressful for him lol

Yandere!47 x sleepy reader

Notes: i think i would kinda mind if this became a 47 fan acc, don't get me wrong, i love him w all my heart but i have other characters and ideas

Warnings: none, I'm not a native english speaker, im totally fluent but this made me question my skills a bit

The drive back home was never quite fast enough.

The headlights were the only source of light on the rural road. Not like there was much to illuminate though, the night was overwhelmingly dark and the windsheild wipers couldn't do much against the pouring rain.

A palpable anxiety hung in the air, one that was only amplified by the fact that, aside for the harsh sounds of wind and rain outside, everything was completely silent.

God. He missed you so much

Your smile, your laugh, your touch, your expressions, opinions, thoughts, even your playful teasing.

This particular mission had taken unusually long. Well, the kill itself was quick, but the process of infiltrating for the required intel took much longer than he would've liked. He even had to spend a night in a hotel, not like he could sleep anyways. At least during the extra days away he had time to get you a few gifts (and by "a few" i mean seventeen).

His paranoia grew every passing minute that he wasn't with you, it was funny, how only you can bring out that kind of emotion in him. Of course a part of him knew you were okay, the house was stoked with everything you could ever need plus if someone broke through the security system he'd be the first one to know.

For a moment, 47's brought out of his thoughts as the road transitions from asphalt to gravel and the drive itself gets more uneven and noisy. It was a comforting sign that home wasn't much further.

Still, he couldn't help but be worried, worried about how you were doing, worried about how felt about him being gone for so weirdly long, worried over irrational scenarios where you accidentally hurt yourself.

It was times like these he wanted nothing more than to call you, to hear your voice and to talk to you, but he couldn't, he had made sure there was no line of communication between you two, thus no chance of calls getting traces.

So he kept driving, it was all he could do. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice how his grip on the steering wheel tightened and pressure on the accelerator got increased.

Would you be in the living room, binging that show you like? In the kitchen, having one of the pre-made dinners he prepared for you? In the bedroom, reading? Relaxing? Or, as you so often did, napping?

Relief washed over him once the house was in view. He could see that some lights were on but he couldn't see you in any of the large windows of the modern house.

He hastily parked, grabbed the supply bags and practically ran to the front door. 

The door smoothly slid open and 47 practically threw his bags on the floor, he couldn't care less about anything besides seeing you right now.

There was no sign of altercation in the house. Though, if someone were smart enough to find your location (and be stupid enough to think they'd get away with it) they probably wouldn't leave a trace.

After all, there was no shortage of people who wanted 47 dead, and they certainly wouldn't be afraid to use you against him (they should be). He couldn't even trust Diana with the knowledge of your existence.

The first floor was dimly lit, you never did like using the big light. A few dishes were left out in the kitchen and on the coffee table, and you had clearly made yourself comfortable with the pillows and blankets on the couch, but you were nowhere to be seen. 

47 made his way upstairs, quickly clearing other rooms on the way, since he was rather certain of where he'd find you.

He opened the bedroom door a lot more cautiously and carefully stepped inside. 

You were in a deep sleep, the blanket only partly covering your body. You had made yourself into the most comfortable position possible and he couldn'thelp but smile at the sight.

He should have expected this, the sound of rain outside had always been relaxing to you. It would be a crime to disturb you when you looked so peaceful, not that 47 had considered it.

He slowly sat down at the edge of the bed and took you in, your messy hair, relaxed expression, slow breathing. You looked like the most beautiful person in the world, the best person in the world, and you were, at least to him. 

God. He'd missed you so much.

The longer he sat there admiring you the harder he felt his heart swell with overwhelming adoration and love. He'd spent nearly a week yearning to get home, and only now that he was sitting beside, knowing you were safe, did he feel truly at home. It was a foreign feeling for most of his life, home. Before meeting you all it meant was the house one lived in most, but now, this house you two shared could get blown to pieces and he wouldn't care, as long as you were safe, and happy.

After a while he gently laid an arm over your hip and leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

His body and mind weren't quite ready to sleep just yet, so he begrudgingly pushed himself to get up. Now in a much calmer state of mind, he went to put away his gear and clean up the house. He wanted to prepare for when you woke, he wanted you to wake up to the smell of your favorite breakfast (plus the gifts he got you). 

He could already picture it. You groggily stumbling downstairs, your eyes lighting up when you see him in the kitchen, you hugging and greeting him like you usually do-

-He couldn't wait <3

[primroserising]

Giving the Pretty Little Liars characters a Big Three... Pt. 1

"Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close."

MATURITY RATING: 18+

SPOILER WARNING: If you haven't watched most of the show then this post may not be for you!

Hi all, this is my first post on Tumblr and I wanted to do something silly. I'm an astrology enthusiast but by no means a professional. Yes, some of my opinions or observations may be wrong or some people might not like them at all, but that won't stop me from making the fun posts I want to make.

Pretty Little Liars has always been my go-to comfort show when I want to watch a drama. I'm always happy to dive back into the PLL universe any time of the year, and I usually watch it during the fall/winter season when it's cold and I can bundle up and binge-watch many episodes at a time.

I will be including the less popular characters in part two as well, not just the main characters because I've rewatched the show over five times now and I've come to have an opinion on everyone. I'll also include some little tidbits in some character sections that don't pertain to astrology, so if you're here just for the big three, kindly disregard them!

WARNING: Really long post, with lots of gifs and pictures - read at your own risk!

Dividers by: cafekitsune

And now, without further ado, the first little Liar we will be analyzing is...

Aria Montgomery

“When you love someone, it's worth fighting for. No matter what the odds are.”

In my opinion, Aria is the quietest personality of the Liars and understandably also the most controversial of the bunch because of Ezra being a thing (oh brother…), and I have observed that many fans of the show generally don't like her for a multitude of reasons. That aside, I think every character on the show had their personal charm even if they were all problematic. The only time I really liked Aria was when she was with anyone but Ezra. And after the time jump, her character was less annoying (until she got with Ezra) and I thought it was neat that she had worked in publishing. I also liked her moments with Spencer (team Sparia!) and I always thought she was much better when she was with her friends.

I remember when I thought Aria was A at some point because she would do the "SHH" in the intro and it had sent me and my mom into a frenzy trying to come up with a believable theory that she was betraying the girls the whole time! Aria is my least favorite, but I still appreciate her because I can see a lot of myself in her, she and I share the same hobbies and some personality traits as well. I think Aria might either be a Venus or Neptune dominant because of the artistic and dreamy persona she has. Her appearance also reminds me of the moon.

Cancer Sun

Much like a Cancer, Aria cares a whole lot about her family and I think she's particularly close with her mother. Throughout the show, she displays lots of Cancerian traits and acts very maternal around her loved ones especially with Ezra (ugh), for example: bringing them food, making sure they're taken care of emotionally, giving them a safe space to talk about their feelings (I noticed she's usually the one that the rest of the Liars go to when they need to have an emotional conversation). She's also very bright and has many creative hobbies that act like a protective blanket for her when she's feeling emotional, e.g. reading, writing, drawing, and photography. I also noted that she's very protective of her friends and family and she acts like an angry mama bear when her loved ones are threatened.

Libra Moon

From what I've read, Libra moons thrive in partnerships, whether romantic or platonic, and they always try to keep everything balanced/harmonious. And for Aria, that sometimes means keeping secrets or telling little white lies (or even big ones) to keep the peace between her and her loved ones. There've been multiple times when Aria has lied for her friends and for herself to keep everything balanced between the group. She's also very intelligent and open-minded, made evident by her consistent interest in learning.

Libra moons also have trouble making decisions or making up their mind about things, and they often need a little nudge or push from their loved ones to make a decision and I think that matches up with attributes of Aria's personality as well. She's also very warm, friendly, and sociable and really just wants the best for her loved ones. And if I remember correctly Aria has had a looooot of relationships/flings throughout the show and I read somewhere that Libra moons are almost always in a partnership. And sometimes (this isn't every Libra moon, don't come for me) might start a new romance in the middle of their current one!

Okay, moving on to her Ascendant, I will go with...

Gemini Rising

I put Gemini rising for Aria because I read somewhere that mercurial risings or mercury contacting the ascendant can make someone look very youthful and bright. Also because she is a very mercurial coded person imo. She is very intellectual and has very quick wits about her. She's also very curious and excitable when speaking to others, and is actually very talkative when you get her going. Sometimes Gemini risings also get overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting or needing to do everything at once, and often have two personalities much like I observed with Aria. They also tend to like traveling and are usually very active and thrive on change, fast pace, and variety.

Okay, we're done with Aria, I hope the placements I gave her also make sense for you guys too - now the next little Liar we're moving on to is... *drumroll*

Spencer Hastings “Why enjoy today when you could be worrying about tomorrow?”

Spencer is one of my favorite characters on the show because every time I watch the show she constantly inspires me to be brave and more confident in my opinions. I also appreciate the actress, Troian Bellisario because she's so underrated, I think she and Ashley Benson (Hanna) carried the show with their comedic timing and great acting and should be more recognized. Spencer's character also really satisfies the wannabe detective in me and I looove that she's like a mini Sherlock Holmes. I like that she wasn't just a preppy rich girl and was actually very smart and investigative; she would've made a great detective if she went into the line of policework like Toby did. She's also very headstrong and sometimes a bit hardheaded.

Spencer is such a caffeine addict and I love it lmao but I don't see how some people drink just straight black coffee, I hate how bitter it is. I love Spoby (Spencer and Toby) with all my heart but I feel like she would've been a better match with Caleb or Alex (if they kept him on the show). She was also very cute with Wren (rip...) even though he was a little older than her. Toby is a great guy but I just never saw the chemistry with those two like I did with her other romances. Spencer being Mars and Mercury dominant makes a ton of sense to me. I think her having a fire grand trine in her fictional birth chart would explain how restless she is. From what I've read the keywords for fire grand trines are vital, bursting with energy, restless, enthusiastic, and prideful.

Aries Sun

Spencer being an Aries sun makes a lot of sense to me partially because of how hard she works to be the very best and is always charging headfirst into everything that she does whether it be schoolwork, playing detective, or protecting her friends. She's also very impulsive from what I've noticed and it often gets her into trouble or sometimes accidents. Aries placements are prone to accidents or injuries due to their impulsiveness. She never really thinks much before she does something and that's gotten her into some very embarrassing situations on the show (but we love her for it). She's very competitive and witty and also loves debating and is usually the one starting confrontations with people alongside Hanna. I also think it's cute that she is very energetic and an adrenaline junkie, I think she loves the thrill of dangerous situations, and that screams Aries to me. Overall a very chaotic and smart cookie, it's very easy to see why Toby fell in love with her.

For her moon sign, it was a tough decision to make but I'm going to have to go with...

Scorpio Moon

Scorpio Moons are so alluring, mysterious, and unbelievably smart. Spencer can be very intense. On multiple occasions, she's gotten called out for being a control freak by the other Liars in the group. As a fixed moon sign she can be very stubborn and assertive (I almost gave her Taurus for this one). She has an insatiable need to know everything at all times and often presses for more information any chance she can get. She also displayed exceptional intuition and was almost a little psychic at times which is why she was so good at being the detective of the group and also figured Mona out. She's a suspicious girlie and finds it hard to trust anyone that she doesn't already know. As a Scorpio moon and just a water moon in general, Spencer often experiences intense emotions and is prone to having breakdowns or self-destructing when things get hard. To people outside of her close circle of friends and family, she can seem very intimidating and hard to approach and even sometimes a bit snappy.

For her rising sign, we're giving her a...

Sagittarius Rising

I was going to give Spencer a Capricorn or Virgo Rising, but I decided that her being perceived as a Sagittarius would make more sense. She has a love for new adventures and exploration (prob why she snoops into places where she doesn't belong smh), and is quite curious. She also has a love for languages and I think it was pretty cute that she offered to tutor Toby in French, it reminded me of someone saying that Sagittarius loves learning different languages and teaching as well. Spencer is also very honest and direct in her communication though she has been known to be very humorous and sarcastic when it's called for. She speaks her mind freely and doesn't care what other people think about her opinions and she loves taking risks like they're a piece of candy or something. Also isn't afraid to call someone out on their bullshit or correct them if she feels the need to do so. She is skilled in verbal combat and isn't afraid to whip out some badass comebacks!

With Spencer out of the way, we have three more main characters to go, so let's get into...

Emily Fields

“Ruin one of us, ruin all of us.”

Emily is such a sweetheart omg. I loved how soft she was compared to the other girls even though she saw it as a weakness. I see a lot of myself in her character and she helped me become a little more confident in who I was. She was always in my top three for favorite characters for this show because I could see myself being really close friends with her. She didn't deserve all the trauma she got from Alison constantly toying around with her but I do think it made her somewhat stronger in the end. I am however still a little salty that despite all that, she and Alison still ended up being together but it looks like they might've been in a rocky situation if we go off with what The Perfectionists (what even was that show anyway) told us about the original couples of PLL.

I was so sad when Wayne died. RIP. He was such a great father figure for her and I liked that he was accepting of her. Her mom on the other hand was a mess for a while but I think she became better as the seasons went on too.

Emily and Maya were the sweetest couple and I was so sad when we got the news that Maya died. I feel like they were truly soulmates and even though Emily found other girls, I don't think she ever loved anyone as much as she loved Maya. Except maybe Alison.

I wish we got more of Emily dancing or doing more activities besides just swimming. It didn't make sense to me that she was the "jock" character but the only thing she really did was swim and that was about it. I could see Emmy doing soccer or tennis imo.

Pisces Sun

Emily is shy and soft-spoken and she almost reminds me of a mermaid which is really funny since she's known for being the swimmer of the group. She's very romantic, compassionate, friendly, artistic, and intensely empathetic which is why her being a Pisces sun fits the bill perfectly. A kind and gentle soul, I think her soft disposition is very valuable to the Liars and she is often there to provide emotional or moral support when the girls need it. She's also the most likely of them to cry if she saw a cute animal or something that reminded her of her childhood. I know that's sort of specific but still it's true. She also loves to dance and is pretty good at it imo (even though no one knew until that fateful episode with Hanna's pageant training...).

Taurus Moon

Emily's emotions are honestly very stable and fixed; and when she is in partnerships she is able to stick to them (usually). She loves connections and is able to charm anyone she sets her eyes on. Em is very trustworthy and loyal to her loved ones and honestly has very good taste when it comes to style and decoration. She is very persistent and determined with anything she takes on and doesn't appear to have a lot of patience for flaky, or people who create a lot of drama in her life. She is almost always very patient with her friends, family, as well as herself and I think that's a very admirable quality to have. I think the Liars needed her because she can be very dependable and loyal. Taurus moons can also be more responsive than active and that's sometimes why they can come off as passive or immovable.

Emily's ascendant is...

Cancer Rising

I gave her a Cancer rising because Emily's aura is so soft and angelic and she gives the best hugs. If PLL was a supernatural drama, I think Emily would definitely have healing powers or be a literal angel with how sweet she is. Everyone always views Emily as the weakest link or the least likely to do any harm to anyone and I think that's because she has such a soft disposition to the point where people think she's a pushover. As a Cancer rising she sometimes takes things personal and does have a bit of a mean streak but I think her Taurus moon helps keep her grounded most of the time when it comes to her emotions. I see Emily as very supportive and tenacious, the girl's been through a lot and she still shines as brightly as she did in the first few episodes of PLL. Also her skin sometimes appears to be moon-kissed and she looks so good in silvers and blues so that's another reason why I gave her a Cancer ascendant.

Woo, that was a doozy. Stealing the show is...

Hanna Marin

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool my best friend, you're dead freakin' meat."

Hanna Banana is also another character that is very near and dear to my heart. I appreciated her character so much and I'm glad she wasn't just a "dumb blonde" like some characters thought she was. She was actually very smart and if Spencer wasn't the brainiac of the group I think Hanna would've at least been runner-up. I have so much in common with Hanna's character and I appreciate her so much - she's definitely one of the most memorable characters on the show and I also think she had some of the best lines. From saying, "Please, Jenna can't hear us, she's blind," to "Read her boobs, the girl loves Christmas." She's always cracked me up and I think she's so entertaining to watch. I also loved her character development throughout the seasons but got a little disappointed with the Caleb x Hanna x Spencer triangle that happened in the later season and it kind of annoyed me.

Hanna and Caleb are my favorite couple in the series although I really liked Spencer and Caleb too. I was torn apart with that whole love triangle storyline and it broke me. I like that Hanna decided to become a fashion designer. I guess her love for shoes, pretty dresses and fashion really paid off lmao. A part of me kind of wonders what kind of couple Hanna and Lucas would've been although I really loved their friendship, too.

Leo Sun

Hanna is definitely a fire sign through and through, and I almost gave her Sagittarius because her actress, Ashley Benson is one, but I think Hanna's personality and overall character fits a Leo more than anything. She definitely has a very bright and sunny disposition and radiates a confident aura to those she is around. Hanna loves shopping and she loves sparklies; good shoes, pretty dresses, eye-catching jewelry that reflects the bold, charismatic and fierce personality she has. It's no reason why she was known as the popular queen bee of the school after Alison's disappearance. Leo suns love to be admired and they bask in the compliments when they look and feel good. On the negative side they can be very self-absorbed or narcissistic and Hanna's definitely had her moments. While she is usually confident and well put together, Hanna is a soft and sensitive person deep down and can have some insecurity issues. I also believe that past Hanna (when Alison was still around) embodied a undeveloped Leo sun and after Alison she started gradually shifting into a more developed Leo sun and I think that's made more evident when Caleb rolled around.

Hanna's moon sign is...

Cancer Moon

This is so generalized and cliche but since Hanna has a beautiful, unbreakable bond with her mother and I wholeheartedly believe Hanna would do anything for her mother, just as Ashley (her mom) has shown that she'd do anything for her. Hanna cares a lot about her loved ones and seems to turn into this bright ball of sunshine whenever she is around them. I think she's an amazing friend to have and anyone that knows her is very lucky to have her. As a lunar Cancer she can be a little moody and sometimes snaps at people when she feels overwhelmed, but on the other side she can be very empathetic and has a reliable intuition or "gut feeling" which has helped her on multiple occasions. In relationships and friendships she can lean towards being maternal and sometimes unintentionally smothers the people she's closest to. I think Hanna is generally very sweet and her helping Caleb come into his own was a very beautiful story and really spoke to her character. She also has a strong lifeline to her past, like all Cancer placements, and her past often haunted her - but I think talking about it with Dr. Sullivan really helped her get over a lot of things that happened with Alison.

Aries Ascendant

Hanna has always given me Aries vibes. She sometimes acts before she thoroughly thinks things through and that's definitely gotten her into a lot of trouble. Like any other fire placement, her temper can go from zero to one hundred pretty quickly and it can be scary when she's mad. It's often hard for Hanna to sit still or contain her emotions; it's usually written all over her face. She's always moving around and if others get left in the dust, that's their problem. Part of the reason why she worked so well with Caleb was because they balanced each other out. He was more calm and a little more rational and always had to talk her out of being rash or talk her out of doing something completely stupid due to her emotions being high. I think she's also pretty clumsy and her bumping into people (and sometimes impulsively kissing them lmao) or things a lot is an Aries or Mars conjunct ascendant type motif for me. I think her and Spencer sometimes butt heads because of the sun - rising connection and them being a little too similar in that way.

And now for the OG queen bee herself. We'll be analyzing...

Alison DiLaurentis

"It's immortality, my darlings."

Alison, Alison, Alison. She was such a problematic character but I loved her in the flashbacks. I think when she came back her character and charm really started declining and it's kinda sad. But nonetheless, Alison was obviously the big talk of the show for a reason. She was the kind of person you loved to hate or hated that you loved her and I think Sasha Pieterse really slayed her role. Alison had everyone in the town wrapped around her little finger and it took the girls quite a while to get away from her grip. I think Alison would definitely destroy Regina George in a battle and probably some other popular mean girls too. I enjoyed watching PLL because I was so obsessed with finding out what happened to Alison, and when we finally found her and got to know what really happened that night I started sympathizing with her character. I think deep down, she was probably a very sweet person but over time became corrupted and tucked her soft side away where no one would ever find it because all of the trauma and terrible situations she went through. This is probably gonna be a longer analyzation, we'll see.

Alison and Emily were not my favorite couple at all but I appreciated how Emily was a very evident soft spot for her and it showed a bit of her emotional, human side. I think Mona and Alison would've made pretty good friends if they didn't get off to such a rocky start. They're honestly so much alike and I feel like if Alison wasn't such a bitch to Mona in the beginning she would've had no reason to run away from Rosewood in the beginning like girl.

I don't really think Alison had one decent romantic interest besides that one cop that everyone forgot about. And I guess Emily.

Scorpio Sun

Being a water sign, Scorpios can be very intense and have a magnetic aura around them as well. Everyone either wanted to be with Alison or be Alison herself. Despite Alison always being the center of attention and the apple of everyone's eye, no one really knew that much about her, not even her friends. Scorpios are known to be extremely private, or even secretive about what they truly think or feel. A developed Scorpio can be known to be creative, healing, transformational, loyal, determined, intimate, and overall very passionate in everything that they put their mind to. Alison spent most of her teenage years being an underdeveloped Scorpio; constantly manipulating and cruelly criticizing people, even her friends. She also had a very sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to bring out her claws.

She knew everyone's secrets and had no problem using those secrets against them and boy did she do a hell of a lot of blackmailing. Alison was very vindictive and quite destructive as well, and I believe she had what could only be called the opposite of a Midas touch; everything she touched always became cold and she would often suck the life out of the people closest to her so she could feel better about herself. She only became more developed as the seasons went on, and I'm sure in a world where Marlene King didn't write that horrible storyline between Ali and Emi we would've seen more of that character development from Alison.

Capricorn Moon

I've put a lot of thought into this and I think Alison may or may not be a Capricorn moon. With all the trauma and obstacles she had to endure, she always found a way to get right back up and try, try again. She strove to be successful in everything that she tried to do with her life and actually acquired a mass amount of wisdom from all of her experiences which I think would've made her a great counselor if they had went that route with her instead of just making her a teacher. Having the moon in detriment, where Cancer is one of the most sensitive and responsive, Capricorn is usually more controlled, disciplined, and strategic. Sometimes they can even be unemotional, and it often looks like Alison turned her humanity off like the vampires do in The Vampire Diaries. Dry humor and sarcasm are often the go-to deflection mechanism for Capricorn moons when they are dealing with uncomfortable feelings from themselves or other people.

Alison was a bit of a pessimist and often slipped into moods where she was very hard on herself and felt like she was stuck or had to be the person everyone remembered her to be. But I think Emily (and her friends, but especially her) was the light at the end of the tunnel for Alison with how nurturing and patient she was. Emily might've gotten mad at Alison and there were times where she couldn't deal with her anymore but I don't think Emily ever gave up on Alison and that probably meant a lot to her as a Cap moon and I think their relationship was a good example of a Capricorn-Cancer connection. Also put Capricorn moon because of Alison's mother being very strict and not very nurturing at all - often a very karmic connection.

Aquarius Rising

Aquarius risings are known for being unique, intellectual, individualistic and having a "freaky" or weird personal quality about them that just makes them stand out. Ali definitely had a thing for books and seemed to be very knowledgeable even though it appeared she never cared that much for school. Aquarius placements are unapologetic for the way that they are and are confident in themselves. Cliché, but where the crowd goes left, Aquarius risings go right - they walk to the beat of their own drum and some of them might even have a god complex. As a fixed air sign ruled by Saturn, they can be aloof like Aquarius moons and self-righteous like some Aquarius suns. Alison had a very hard time admitting when she was wrong and having a predominantly fixed chart she was also very stubborn and controlling as well. On a lighter note, Alison did always constantly show up her friends and Aquarius risings are known for being committed to community and being humanitarians - but only to the people that they choose. Even while she had been on the run from Mona, she came back to Rosewood to see her friends and even save them on multiple occasions. It seemed to everyone that Alison didn't have a heart, but I think her friends eventually brought out the warm and caring person she actually was deep down.

I hope you guys liked this post! A lot of time and effort was put into this and I'm excited for people to read what I've written about these characters. If you guys want a part two with the other characters, let me know!

And if you have any special requests for other shows, my asks are open as well!

If you've made it this far, I hope you have a lovely day and thank you for reading all of this. It means a lot, and I hope you'll stick around for my other posts as well. Leave a like, reblog, and keep being you!

XOXO,

Zara

"We'll be friends forever."

[diahsthings]

Obey me

Things I would do with each character.

Warnings: bad writing, fluff, ooc I guess. It's just some silly maladaptive daydreaming.

Lucifer

Listen to records. Don't think listening to his cursed ones are possible. Guess he's going to enjoy ABBA. Look I know it won't be his favorite but he will probably be intrigued because of how popular their music is. Use listening to music to have him dance with me. I have a large variety of records. Making out maybe to music. Enjoying a different side to him.

Mammon

Get in on schemes. Love to think of how to scam people but never do because I don't have the time or money. Chaos couple. I'm a hype person and will remind him how amazing he is. Shared adoration. He's my first and favorite. I fell in love almost as fast as he did. That soft personality just for me. He's gorgeous and sweet.

Levi

Have him help me finish every video game I'm stuck on. It's going to be awhile. Using the excuse to make him spend time with me. It'll give him confidence while I tell him how amazing he is at playing games. Nerd out over anime. Share our thoughts and eventually get him to cuddle. Then more as he gets comfortable.

Satan

Cliche but cat cafe. Love it. Get cute snacks and drinks then cuddle with cats. OMG please. Did it once and it was so much fun. Satan would die seeing a cat sleep in my lap almost the whole time. Then getting home letting him pout about not being able to have a cat. Stroking his hair as he lays his head in my lap. Bonus: I'm allergic to cats 😂

Asmodeus

I'm serious about skin care, hair care, and personal style. I would be out shopping and doing so much with him. I adore him. Giving a makeover might not work but I would let him do whatever he wanted and have fun with him. I think doing makeup and hair is intimate. It's a special bond. I don't let just anyone see me changing and telling me fashion or style advice. Sharing the latest tea with him. OMG the bond with him would be so strong. The trust.

Beel

I would have him eat and tell me about how it tastes. I have so many food issues that I just dream of eating these foods. That and tell him he's the greatest in the world. He's the biggest sweetheart ever. I'm such a simp for him. Cheering for him. Making sure he has snacks and carrying snacks with me. Cuddles with snacks while watching movies. Have to have a snack while watching movies. I can't watch without snacks.

Belphie

Stargazing while snuggling. I just want to lay in bed all day and enjoy the softest blankets, mattress, and pillows. And having such a handsome brat of a demon. So much cuddling. Playing my switch or reading. Slow kisses while running our hands over each other.

Diavolo

Take him to a Renaissance festival. Can you imagine the sheer amount of enjoyment he would have?!? Best dressed couple there. Biggest smile on his face. The excitement. Enjoying Diavolo's affection and relaxing as no one knows who he is. Spending as much time there as possible. Being able to act openly as a couple with no one watching him under a microscope. Finding a place to share some kisses.

Barbatos

Tea. Everything tea. I live in tea. Chai. Masala chai recipe. Bonding over my passion for hot leaf juice. Make him take us to my favorite tea places. (Nimrah bakery old city Hyderabad India). Enjoying one anothers company while sitting together cozy in cafes. Talking quietly with one another out of prying eyes. Stolen kisses and holding hands.

Simeon

Baking!! Work on finding the best gluten free food. I can't have gluten and it's just awful. But I want to bake with him so badly. Decorating cakes and cookies. Helping get icing off his lip. Seeing him blush from that. The debate it gives him.

Solomon

Go to occult stores and hear his opinion. Totally just want to make out with this one. Keep him from trying any magic spells. I just want to hear his interesting thoughts on things. Think he's hilarious. And enjoy teasing him back.

[pjsk-writin]

Hello, I'm new on your profile but I already absolutely LOVE your writing!

And so I saw that your requests are open so can I please ask for some fluff with Rui, Tsukasa, Akito and An?

Basically I had one scenerio in mind where character and mc have like a sleepover together and character goes to like a bathroom or kitchen so they took some time there and when they come back, they find mc asleep (or not if you prefer) snuggled into one of their hoodies for example

If you're not comfortable writing that it's alright tho!

AWW ty !! and weheh this was so cute, I hope you like this !! <3

♡ ASLEEP AT THE SLEEPOVER - Rui Kamishiro, Tsukasa Tenma, Akito Shinonome and An Shiraishi x Reader

Rui:

Rui doesn't usually have sleepovers with anyone except the Wonderlanders, so he was actually quite excited to have a sleepover with you!

For the most part, it's just the two of you hanging out as he tells you about a new show idea or drone blueprint he has

He eventually gets hungry, so he leaves you to do what you want as he grabs some snacks for you both

Once he returns, he's pleasantly surprised to find you cuddled up in one of his hoodies, fast asleep

Depending on where you fell asleep, he would pick you up and move you to the bed, keeping his hoodie around you as he does

He'll watch you with interest, looking over your sleeping form before kissing your forehead

He sits in the bed beside you and eats his snacks, sneaking in a random brush of his fingers against yours every now and then <3

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa used to have a lot of sleepovers with Saki and Toya, so he's more than prepared for the sleepover!

He makes a pillow fort with you, both of you laughing and telling the other to stay quiet before he puts on a musical to watch

He goes to the kitchen to gather as many snacks and drinks as he can, practically juggling all of it in his arms

When he returns, he's pleasantly surprised to see you sleeping, curled up in his sweater

He places his snacks down before moving you around so that you can properly lay down in the most comfortable part of the pillow fort

He'll look you over, throwing a blanket or two on top of you before cuddling beside you

He keeps close to your side and eats his snacks, looking to you every now and then before looking back to the movie. He might accidentally wake you up because of how loud he can get though- 

Akito:

Akito usually doesn't hold sleepovers with people, he finds them kind of silly- His opinion is changed once you ask him to have a sleepover though!

It's mostly just the two of you laying down next to each other, trading his phone so that you could both play your favorite songs

He eventually has to use the bathroom, so he gives you his phone before leaving 

Once he comes back, his eyes go wide when he realizes that you fell asleep, his phone in hand while his sweater was wrapped around you

He ignored how warm his face was getting as he sat beside you, hesitating before laying down beside you

He stays as still as he can, not wanting to move too much and wake you up on accident

Still though, he can't help his urge to move the hair from your face, or wrap an arm around you and keep you close. Any sudden pause in your breathing makes him pause, and he holds his breath in hopes that he didn't wake you up

An:

An loves having sleepovers with people, especially the people closest to her! So, she's more than stoked when you ask her to have a sleepover

You spend the first hour or so in the Shiraishi kitchen, An showing you various recipes so that the two of you can snack before bed

Once you're done with the food, she tells you that you can stay on the couch before she leaves to use the bathroom

When she comes back, she finds you curled up in her sweater, sleeping the night away

She tries her best to not wake you up with the squeal that threatens to escape her, instead shuffling to your side

She takes a picture of you to save for later before sitting beside you, leading your head to lay on her lap

She stays completely silent as she plays with your hair, her grin never leaving her face. She ends up falling asleep sitting up, but she doesn't mind as long as you're with her! <3

[dutchvanwinkle]

Sweeter Than Heaven - Hosea x Reader

Hello Hosea fans!! This ended up WAY longer than I expected, but I've had the main man on my mind and wanted to give him the attention he deserves. Enjoy! It's on ao3 if you prefer.

Summary: Your crush on Hosea renders you incapable of interacting with him. He takes offence and tries to get to the bottom of what your issue is.

Word count: 8,283

Content warnings: Smut, 18+

Hosea Matthews took pride in being a decent man. He’d made his mistakes throughout his life but he was conscientious enough to see, admit, and learn from them. It was something he’d practised with age, his current stature far away from the cocky outlaw he’d been in his youth. 

He didn’t chastise himself for it, he’d seen it in all the men of the gang once upon a time. They too, some more than others, learnt and grew even if it was often in a misguided direction which he tried to correct. If he could do something good in this world, he could at least pass on the things he knew so that maybe those he thought highly of didn’t have to learn the hard way as he did. 

The fruits of his labour blossomed in recent years; a whole orchard of his legacy as clear as day solely by the pedestal the gang put him on. He was the one who most approached for advice, he was the one they asked when they wanted to learn something new, and he was the one who could provide a new angle on situations and see things often overlooked by others. Yes, Hosea did not struggle to gain the trust of those around him. 

However, it seemed his skills as an approachable wise old man (a description that took some time warming to) were being tested in the form of a new recruit to the gang. 

Most newbies go down one of two paths; jump in head first and make the loudest impression they can, or quietly watch from the sidelines and allow their actions to speak for them. Except this one did neither, not really. 

Honestly, you had him stumped. 

You were easy-going and someone everyone appeared to like, joining in on the banter when the drinks flowed but not being afraid to make suggestions where necessary. But you didn’t force your personality on anyone, and the overall opinion of the members of camp was a positive one. Approachable. Friendly. Smart. Even self-assured. 

It wasn’t that Hosea disagreed with these statements; it was just that he hadn’t had any chance to experience them himself. From afar, sure. He could see how one could describe you as all those things. But up close, when he tried to strike up a conversation – you had little or nothing to say other than the bare minimum for politeness. 

It’d finally happened, he supposed. A decent character who simply didn’t like him all that much. It unnerved him, seeing you laugh along with others only to quieten down when he came over. Was it the authority he held? Was it his age? He couldn’t be sure, but if he couldn’t keep up his reputation, he would at least find out the reason behind it. 

The wind was strong on that particular day. Strong enough that it whipped your face and blew your hair into disarray if you dared sit out in it for more than five minutes. So, when Tilly beckoned you into her tent with Karen and Mary-Beth, you didn’t hesitate in heading in and getting comfy beside them. 

“You’re sure Grimshaw won’t mind?” you asked, righting your shirt that’d gone askew thanks to the blustery air. 

“Grimshaw,” Karen elongated the word with distaste, “minds everything. I’d like to see her sew clothes when they’re being blown across the damn camp, though.” 

“No,” Tilly interjected before you could respond, “she won’t mind. Ain’t no way we could work in this, and Grimshaw knows that.” 

“Whatever you say,” Karen mumbled, pulling one of the folded blankets over herself. 

“You think it’ll last long?” you asked, flicking your gaze upwards. 

“Why, girl, you bored of us already?” 

“No,” you snickered. “But we could do with a way to pass the time.” 

The four of you took to thinking, and you thought maybe you could all sing a few songs – 

“I know,” Mary-Beth smiled, highlighting the hint of blush on the apples of her cheeks. “We could share our recent... Fancies.” 

“Oh, trust you to suggest romance,” Karen scoffed. 

“Come on, it’s the perfect opportunity! Winds so strong our words will stay locked up in this tent, and certainly won’t travel to any unwanted ears.” 

“Fine,” Karen acquiesced reluctantly. “Suppose I’ll start. Sean was asking me about this thing the other day, something like –” 

“No,” Tilly stopped her flow before it could begin, “I heard enough of you and Sean to last me a lifetime.” 

At Mary-Beth’s knowing chuckle, Karen rolled her eyes. “Well, then suit yourself. Actually, I’d like to hear if our newest friend has eyes for anyone.” 

Three expectant gazes landed on you, and you straightened up at the sudden attention. You shrugged. “I don’t know, there isn’t really anyone who’s caught my eye.” 

“Oh please,” Mary-Beth tutted. “Surely there’s someone you at least find attractive.” 

Attractive? Sure. The camp had its fair share of attractive people, but you knew that wasn’t what they were asking, not really. But you were lying, someone had in fact caught your eye. Only it was someone they’d never expect. 

It was more than just a pondering thought, too. It was the kind of attraction that made you forget your words, breathing cease, and limbs sit rigid and unnatural in their sockets.  

If you were being honest, you’d surprised yourself too. Any of the young, handsome outlaws you’d interacted with would’ve been an understandable choice, that way you could reason why you were drawn to one more than the other. Perhaps you’d even have liked more than one of them, weighing up their various traits to describe the winner. 

But none of them interested you at all.  

Sure, you could appreciate their looks, their sense of humour, or their work ethic, but there wasn’t that feeling that turned your tummy over and rendered your thoughts entirely theirs. In turn, you’d found it easy to talk to them, not even considering the possibility of dating and so having nothing to be concerned about.  

Unfortunately, you hadn’t been spared from the plight of having a crush. It almost made it worse that it was unexpected, you not having the slightest clue how to deal with it and feeling like nothing short of a blundering child every time you got to interact with him.  

God damn Hosea Matthews. 

You didn’t know what to make of it at first. When your mind went quiet the first time he spoke to you in that voice of his, you spent the rest of the day worrying you were coming down with something. It took a few days, until one evening when a bottle of whisky in hand ignited some more-than inappropriate thoughts about the man. Ever since, you couldn’t even look at him and expected this ridiculous feeling to go away in no time at all. 

Alas, weeks passed and there you were; crushing on him more with every day. What were you mean to do? How could you go about something like that? Would it be as easy as initiating a drunken kiss or harmless flirting? This man was as smart as they come and likely much less reckless than the younger men, surely you couldn’t make such an immature advance on him.  

You found ignoring him to be the easiest way to deal with it in the end. He scared you, not in an intimidating way but purely the fact that he knew so much whereas you knew so little. No, you supposed you weren’t scared of him; just scared of the fool you’d appear to be if you interacted with him. That wasn’t a problem provided you kept your distance. 

It was getting concerning, though you stuck hard with the idea that it would go away at some point. Right? 

You shrugged at the girls, concluding that the worse thing to do would be to admit it to them. “Sorry,” you laughed apologetically, “I hate to be such a bore.” 

The girls soon forgot, the discussion turning to one of the others but you couldn’t keep your mind away from him. 

―――

Thankfully, the wind died down some days later and allowed you to sit out with a book in the fresh afternoon air once your chores were finished. 

Hosea saw his opportunity. 

He walked over and stood to the side of you, though a pace behind so you didn’t see him in your peripheral right away. “Afternoon, miss. I need you for a job, if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me.” 

Silence. 

Hosea cleared his throat, watching your unchanged expression and posture for a moment. “Miss?” he asked, a little louder than before. 

Your head rose from your book and towards him, brows pulling together in confusion. “Uh, me?” 

“Yes,” he smiled easily, “you.” 

Blinking owlishly at him, your nerves began to race your chest and you did your best job of not focusing on them. Why did he want you to go? This was all still new to you, you were far less capable than the other, more experienced girls. Perhaps it was a bit of practice? Unless you’d been slacking and he was subtly making you pull your weight? Either way, both options would mean Hosea would be exposed to you in close proximity alone and see your skills first-hand, providing you with ample opportunity to fuck up – 

“Miss,” he half-sighed, reminding you he was expecting a response and you realised you’d remained still since he’d clarified. Even when not talking, apparently you could still make a fool of yourself.  

“Sorry,” you said instinctively, attempting to relax your shoulders to diffuse the tension your body had accumulated. “Right now?” 

“Well, yes,” he pulled out his pocket watch and flicked it open. “In about half an hour.” 

“Can I ask what the job is?” 

Hosea hid the concern from his smile, wondering why on earth you felt as though that wasn’t appropriate knowledge for you to know. “It’s just a bit of investigating, really. I don’t much fancy sitting alone in the saloon while I do so.” 

Finally, he’d said the right thing, and that appeared to relax you somewhat. You could do that, right? A couple of hours, the option of a drink to calm your nerves, and just listen to whoever the mark was. A starter job for you to dip your feet in the choppy waters of a life of crime. “Sure,” you shrugged casually, and Hosea accepted that was the best he’d get out of you for now. He told you to meet him by the horses when it was time. 

You weren’t proud of how much time you spent picking an outfit, acting like a teenager as though this man would even look twice at you. Wearing one of your favourite shirts and a simple skirt, you initially pinned some of your hair back but promptly returned it to its usual state at the worry that you were trying too hard. So, there you were half an hour later, mounting up on your horse and riding out with Hosea. 

On the ride over to the saloon, he’d decided on letting you reach out to him. The more he pushed conversation the more he expected you’d stray from it, and in his experience, many people aren’t comfortable with silence and that can be enough of a motivation in itself for striking up a conversation. Not you, though.  

It was your assumption that he was deep in thought, planning for the upcoming job and so you left him to his thoughts; not that you’d know what to say anyway. 

There was still time, though, and he didn’t concern himself with it too much. Once the two of you arrived, you got seated at the bar and he bought a bottle of beer for each of you. 

As he glanced around the room, it occurred to you that you didn’t have the slightest clue what this job was for and if anything was expected of you. You cleared your throat before quietly asking, “is there anything I’m supposed to do?” 

“Just follow my lead,” he said, and you relaxed and tensed simultaneously, happy that he trusted you enough to need no preparation but worried that you’d prove that to not be the case. Something in his tone was enough for you to almost believe him and thus gain confidence in yourself, it was an odd feeling and you briefly puzzled over how he managed to put you at ease with only four words. 

It wasn’t long before Hosea made you aware of the man when he entered, leaning up against the bar and that was when he started making conversation with you. Small talk, about the weather, how your horse was, what book you were reading, etc. It made sense, the pair of you could hardly sit there in silence and the knowledge that Hosea was listening more to the man behind him that to you made it much easier to talk to him. 

Then Hosea turned, politely apologising that he couldn’t help but overhear the man and your heartrate quickened for a moment at the fear of your cover being blown. But the man was fine with it, engaging in conversation about some fancy repeaters he was selling and Hosea feigned his interest as a gun enthusiast. How he had so much knowledge you’d never know, and it was knowledge you’d never learn since you couldn’t focus on the conversation, instead observing and listening to Hosea as he spoke. 

It was a marvel to see him in his element, and you watched on with adoration at his cool persona while his even cooler words gradually eased his victim and gained their trust. When the man turned away for you both to follow, offering to show him the merchandise, Hosea caught your eye and the slightest of smiles quirked over his mouth – enough of a response that didn’t suggest any suspicious motives had the man caught it. Hosea followed him and you followed a few paces behind, trying to squash your smile from growing further; this was rather fun.  

You waited outside while the sky turned darker and Hosea went into the small homestead close to town. It was easier this way, you wouldn’t have to linger or stand there awkwardly while they spoke. A rather useless part in the operation if you did say so yourself, but if Hosea wanted anything more from you, he’d have made that known. 

He was laughing and joking with the man when they came outside, clapping a hand on his shoulder and you smiled to yourself at how talented he was; it was like he was a different person entirely. You walked beside him once he’d said his goodbyes. 

“Get what you need?” you asked. 

Hosea nodded, promptly returning to his usual self and noticing how guarded you still were. “Indeed,” he said quietly, “should be a nice clean robbery for the boys.” 

You didn’t need to ask more, not wanting to pry into business that didn’t concern you and sighed in relief internally at managing to not ruin anything now that it was over. “Back to camp now, then?” 

“Why the rush? I say we go back to that saloon. Their whisky is rather good,” he responded promptly. 

Goddamnit. “I suppose.” 

Hosea’s smile hid his true feelings, bordering on frustration with your lackadaisical manner. He’d been nice enough, hadn’t he? What more did you want? He wasn’t a fan of resorting to drink to loosen someone's lips, it felt lazy and immoral, but you didn’t leave him with any other choice. The true goal of this job was still yet to be accomplished. 

And so there you were, back at the bar and he’d ordered some shots of whiskey with the excuse of celebrating a successful recon. You went along with it, more small talk ensuing and you relaxed once again as the whisky began to take its desired effect.  

Of course, Hosea noticed it. The way your brow softened and shoulders dropped to the way they were with seemingly everyone else but him soothed his growing concern with his plan. It was working. 

As he was telling you a story, the atmosphere shifted. You were sure it was only felt by you, or perhaps it was the drink, but you began to think there was more to this than he was letting on. He’d specifically chosen you to come out on the job when truthfully you didn’t need to be here, he’d suggested getting a drink once it was finished, and he’d spent the last forty-five minutes asking you questions to get to know you, all the while listening with intent... did he want you? You observed him as he spoke, the way he seemed to be searching your face for something, the brief touches on your arm, and the faint sparkle in his eye. 

He stopped mid-sentence, the change on your face distracting him since you’d gone from happy to concerned in a matter of seconds. “Is something the matter, miss?” 

Of course. He’d never make a move on you, how could he? If it went wrong that was your trust gone, his image tarnished as the trustworthy leader. You had to be the one to do it, didn’t you? 

It was easy, really. You didn’t think when you leaned in, pressing your lips to his and they were soft, and he smelled good - 

Hosea pulled away, his hand hovering between your torsos to keep the distance with a confused look on his face. Oh god. Before you could speak, apologising for being such an idiot and more than ready to blame it on alcohol, he relaxed once again.  

“Miss,” he said softly. “That isn’t how we do things here.” 

You nodded profusely, of course it wasn’t, he was a grown man, charming, charismatic, smart, and you just threw yourself at his feet because he showed you a bit of kindness and interest. How ridiculous you must look. “I’m so sorry, I mustn't have been thinking -” 

“Now,” he laughed, at ease and doing his best to keep the panic he saw growing in your eyes from manifesting, “don’t you apologise! I can see why you’d think that was the way of the gang, but truly it is not. You are here on merit alone, and I apologise if I have given any indication that more was expected of you.” 

The gang? Merit? Expected? What? Perhaps the drink was a good enough excuse, nothing made sense anymore and you frowned at him. “I -” you started, unsure of how to proceed but the alcohol thinned out your filter for the questions that were on your mind. “I don’t know what the gang has to do with it. I - there are... others, right?” 

Now it was Hosea’s turn to be confused. Other what? Were the other girls performing the task of pleasing the men and told you that was the norm? This was getting more serious, that was something he certainly wouldn’t tolerate. “Do you have an example of who?” 

“Well, there’s John and Abigail, of course, then Karen with Sean, though I know they’re not -” 

The cogs clicked into place, though Hosea still couldn’t make sense of what he thought he was hearing. “Hold on,” he said, placing his hand over yours that rested on the bar and you looked at it for a moment, how nice your hands looked together along with how gentle his touch was. “You... actually want this?” 

Hosea dipped his chin, hazel eyes piercing yours and you worked on a swallow. If nothing else had made sense tonight, his touch and gaze more than made up for it. Now that felt right. You didn’t have it in you to lie and you surrendered, offering him a nod in the hope that he would figure out what was going on. 

A brief flash of shock washed over him but a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips. He was honoured, and suddenly your behaviour made sense. Now he knew, not that he’d ever have figured it out without the push, it was blindingly obvious. The way you always seemed to be looking away from him, growing more nervous with every step he made closer to you, and clamming up whenever he made conversation. It was a crush, simple as that. 

A crush on him, no less. It’d been a while since he’d had to identify one of those aimed his way, but he wasn’t about to let it slip away in a hurry. To top it off, it came from you. He’d thought you beautiful when you joined up, he wasn’t about to deny that, and while he hadn’t had much experience with you, he’d soon grown fond of watching you from a distance. 

“I’m flattered,” he began with, searching his mind for how to court a woman and the expectant and worried look in your eye almost made him melt. How sweet. He inched closer, fondly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and suppressing his laugh at how seemed to get even more nervous. As amusing as it was, he didn’t want you to feel that way. “Taken aback, sure. A pretty young thing like you takin’ an interest in an old conman? It’s almost comical.” 

You expected it much less than he did, but god both of his hands were on you and he actually looked happy, so you started to laugh. He was right, it was comical but no less true. “Perhaps it is.” 

Every inch of Hosea’s face relaxed fondly, your laugh ringing angelically in his ear and there was only one thing he wanted to do now. He leaned in once again but promptly stopped himself, watching your expression grow concerned once more. “I think I’d prefer to do this in a more private setting.” 

Reminding yourself not to be too uncool, you nodded calmly in agreement. 

“There’s a hotel nearby, we could get to know each other there?” he caught himself quickly, realising how this must all sound. “Not - not like that. Just, whatever you're comfortable with.” 

You’d done it. You’d made Hosea Matthews nervous. It seemed like an impossible feat, but he looked positively boyish with that apprehension in his eye and it was downright cute. You might not have his quick way with words, but you clearly had something. You slipped your hand into his, and pushed off the bar, smirking at him and following you out those doors was one of the easiest things he’d ever done. 

For all that boost of confidence was, it didn’t want to stick around. Your nerves made themselves known once again as Hosea opened the small room to the homely hotel, but you grasped to them desperately as you walked through the door he held open for you. It clicked shut, and you turned; you were really alone in a hotel room with him. 

He was hesitant, restricting himself as though he wasn’t entirely trusting in your desire to be with him. It made you want him even more though, walking the dark alleys of your mind where you wondered what he was like when he didn’t hinder himself. Unfiltered, unbounded Hosea was something you’d been longing to see. You’d waited long enough, anyway. 

Hosea was about to say something, make conversation and get to know you when you took a step forward and met his lips once more as though it’d been the only thought in your head since you practically skipped out of the saloon.  

His lips were delightfully soft, whisky residue sitting nicely on the plush flesh and it was addicting. You ran your hands around his lean waist until your frame pressed into his. 

This truly hadn’t been Hosea’s intention with getting the room, he was a gentleman after all, but you were stealing away all his logical thoughts. Besides, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and gladly returned your affections. 

Attempting to keep it slow, for now, you repeatedly kissed each other and once again you guessed he would only do what you were comfortable with. Well, screw that. In your fantasies, he’d taken control and taken what he wanted, while still keeping that desire to feed your pleasure, and you supposed it was down to you to let him know you were okay with it. You didn’t know if this would ever even happen again, but it wasn’t in your jurisdiction to question it. You gently grazed his bottom lip, pulling it between your two rows of teeth and Hosea’s breath stilled in his chest. 

He broke the contact, brow narrowing with the tilt of his head as though he was looking at you in a completely new light. A warmth grew in his eyes that you’d never seen before, one not borne from adoration – but lust. He moved his head forward, his lips stopping an inch from your ear until his shallow breaths landed on your skin. It didn’t make you shiver, but his following words that were laced with a dark undertone certainly did. 

“I didn’t have you down as such a troublemaker.” 

You gulped, an involuntary gasp leaving you as a hand snaked to your flank, gripping you with a firmness you wouldn’t have expected from him, and you looked at him all doe-eyed when he moved his head back to catch your gaze. 

“What’s the matter, dearest?” your heart thumped at the sound of the endearment as it purred through his lips, “going all quiet on me, now?” 

After a beat in your almost-paralysed state of mind and body, you realised he’d asked you a question and you nodded dumbly. How quickly he’d turned that round, immediately showing you who was in charge and promptly reminding you of the fact. More than anything you wished you could match his silken words, but even you knew better than to try and then subsequently ruin the mood. This was what you’d thought about for weeks, fantasising about his voice in your ear and his hands on your body while your fingers slipped between your wanting folds. He smirked, a brash confidence radiating from him that contrasted the gentle kiss he proceeded to place on your cheekbone. 

“That just won’t do,” he murmured against your skin, giving up his fight against his desires. “But the night is young. Plenty of time for me to wrench some noises out of you, yet.” 

Your next breath was a quiet whimper, your eyes falling shut as goosebumps grew all over your body. Now it all made sense, this man didn’t just know the right words to say, but he knew exactly how and when to say them. No wonder he’d conned so many people of their precious valuables and cash in his time, you were about ready to turn out your pockets and give him everything you owned.  

With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see him pressing his lips together to compose himself at the sight of you unravelling before him. He liked what he saw and what he heard, so Hosea decided he’d be greedy for once. He wanted more. “Hm, yes. That’s what I’m looking for.” 

Fluttering your eyes open, you noticed the widening of his pupils as his desire grew from within. “Hosea,” you breathed. 

“Hm?” he asked casually, though inside he was thinking of how his name sounded coming out of your mouth like that, more magnificent than any grand symphony.  

You just waited for more, and he smiled proudly.  

“Tell me what the matter is,” he brushed a hand over your hair and you couldn’t pick out whether he was teasing or comforting you. 

“God,” you started, arousal taking over your thoughts, “I want you. I really want you.” 

Hosea hadn’t expected you to be quite so bold, but he couldn’t ignore your signs any longer. You’d shown him and told him, and the only thing you seemed to be drunk on was lust. It’d be almost rude of him to turn away your advances. “Very well, then.” 

The hand placed loving on your head pulled your face to his, and he kissed you far unlike the way he’d kissed you previously. His lips led yours, firm and unyielding as they moved. You melted into it, glad for his other hand on your form to hold you upright. Sufficiently happy with your pliancy, the hand on your head trailed down your back, urging you even closer until he rested a palm on your behind, not hesitating in squeezing the soft flesh. You gasped, and he took the opportunity of your open mouth to slide his tongue inside. 

You promptly mobilised, allowing him in and circling your tongue around his, the taste of his spit something you’d been wanting to indulge in for a while. A faint hint of peppermint passed over once you’d soaked up any leftover taste of whisky he had to offer, and you brought your hands to his chest to grip at the fabric of his waistcoat. A wanting sound left him and his tongue retreated, pressing his forehead to yours while you both caught your breaths. 

Breathing wasn’t something you cared for right now, though you reminded yourself not to rush this, but he was right there and you innocently shifted your stance, brushing your thigh against his crotch and oh - 

He shook his head at you minimally, pulling away to get a look at the inquisitive desire that’d taken over your features. “One thing you should know,” he stated. “I take my time with my work.” 

“So, I’m work now?” 

Hosea’s face softened with a fond smile and he chuckled. “A piece of work,” he mused, “yes. That’s exactly what I think you are.” 

You huffed, unaware of your natural growing confidence and comfort with the man in such a short space of time. His hands found your hips, and you thought he was pushing you away until your thighs met the side of the bed and you obediently sat, putting you at a rather nice height and you took full advantage to look at his cock straining through his pants. 

A chuckle from above preluded Hosea nudging your legs apart with his foot against yours and you shifted back as he leaned down, his knee planted between your thighs while his other remained on the floor. One hand made its way up your body, expertly avoiding your breast and stopping to grip your chin. He studied you, endless possibilities playing out in his head and it excited him profusely. It was tough to decide on where to start with your waiting body beneath him, but his first goal was to make you come. He needed to know what you sounded like when you released, what you looked like, and most importantly – what you tasted like. 

The kiss he placed on your nose was far sweeter than anything else he planned to do to you that night. Then he glanced down, disappointed that you were still clothed, an inconvenient barrier, and you noticed the look grow on his face. 

“Everything alright?” you asked timidly, hoping you hadn’t come across too strong or he’d begun to regret pursuing this.  

“No,” he said shortly and you pouted. “You’re wearing too many clothes for my liking.” 

“Oh,” you smirked, fingers reaching to the buttons on your shirt but he stopped the path by holding your wrists. 

“Ah, ah. This is a present I didn’t expect to be opening tonight, and if it’s quite alright with you I’d like to unwrap it myself.” 

You blushed, quickly moving your hands away and the pleased, hungry look in his eye made something burn deep in your core as he drank in the sight of you. 

Those hands of his were something you’d thought about many times, wondering exactly what other talents his slender fingers were capable of. They made light work of your buttons, your shirt opening to slip to the sides and reveal your breasts to him.  

Hosea sighed painfully, his cock twitching in delight at seeing you exposed. “Lord above,” he hummed, conceding that God must exist – how else was something as heavenly as you created? He ran his palm to the underside of one of your breasts, gently kneading it and wanting nothing more than to experience them in all their glory. He moved down an inch and then hesitated, flicking his gaze up to your anticipation-filled expression. “This alright?” 

The soft tone counteracted the dark one that’d otherwise taken over his voice, and it was a comfort to know that your enjoyment and happiness were still his top priority. Your nod in response was urgent, rolling your shoulders back into the mattress in a futile attempt to get him closer to your sensitive spot and he couldn’t resist cracking a smile. 

“Alright girl,” he chuckled, “I’ve got you.” 

With that, his mouth came down onto your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth and you groaned at the warm wetness on your skin, small jolts of pleasure shooting through you each time he sucked in. His mouth came off and his tongue took over while his other hand fondled your left-out nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. He ran his tongue around your areola a few times before short flicks of his tongue greeted your bud, now hard and straining to maximise the sensation.  

After kissing the flesh of your breast, he moved over to the other side and nuzzled the inner side of it with his nose. A peck on your nipple followed before he sucked that one in, and you expected his fingers to move over to the other side but instead, they trailed downwards, the back of his knuckles softly grazing over your centre. 

You whined low in your throat, watching him indulge with closed eyes while continuing to tease you down below. When you rolled your hips into his touch he met your gaze, the sight of you wanting and desperate almost enough to make him finish in his pants right there and then. He held off, unsure exactly how far this would go but knowing he had no plans of ending it any time soon.  

“You can,” you took a breath, “unwrap those too if you’d like.” 

A breath of a laugh came from his nose as he planted kisses over your breasts before stopping between them. “It’d be my pleasure.” 

“Trust me, pleasures all mine,” you responded dreamily and that smile of his made another appearance and he tilted his head at you. 

At your quizzical brow, he placed a kiss on your sternum before resting his chin there. “You’re funny,” he complimented adoringly. 

You tutted, rolling your hips into his now-still hand and he nodded his recollection of his previous ministrations.  

“My apologies,” he hummed, chaste kisses placed in a neat line down your stomach and you admired his multi-tasking ability while he swiftly undid your skirt.  

He moved off you to stand and you willingly lifted your hips for him to pull the rest of your clothing off. You were half-tempted to question why he was still fully clothed, but having someone so infatuated with you was a dream you didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, there’d be time for that yet if it was something he was comfortable with. 

Speaking of, you realised the view you'd presented to him and he raised his brows while looking lovingly between your thighs, and you instinctively closed them out of embarrassment but he brought a hand to your knee to part them once again, his gaze not leaving your flushed cunt. “So pretty. Why would you want to hide something so pretty?” 

You pressed your lips together, basking in the shower of affection that felt so natural coming from him. Like he meant every word, and he wasn’t just trying to make you feel good about yourself so he could have his way.  

“Come on, now,” he stroked his hand up your thigh while kneeling on the floor and the image of his face between your legs was instantly burned into your memory as one of the most delightful sights you’d ever seen. “Where’s that wily minx from earlier? This right here -” he gazed back at your most private part, “is one of the most wonderful things on this planet.” 

As you sighed gratefully, he brought his index finger into his mouth though you didn’t think it was necessary with how drenched you were. His spit grew cool fast, and you jolted slightly when it met the top of your slit, tracing a line down while he watched the pleasure blossom on your face, peaking when he brushed over your clit and you whined. He smiled to himself. “What a perfect sight.” 

Your head that’d dropped back tilted up in time to catch his fond expression before he dropped his attention to what you presented to him. He watched the tip of his finger as it slowly manoeuvred around your entrance to collect your slick, and while he was tempted to lick it off, he held back and decided he’d rather taste you directly from the source. 

Hosea watched intently as his finger entered you, appreciating the flutter of your walls as he pushed in up to the knuckle and gently slid back out. At no resistance from you, quite the opposite, in fact, he repeated the motion again, then a third time until his finger was completely sheathed inside you. The thought of him filling you further fleeted over your mind and you moaned softly at the teasing sensation. 

“More, Hosea, please,” you begged politely and he allowed himself a last look at the tight expression on your face before moving forward, simultaneously pushing a second finger inside and licking a long stripe up your slit. 

A gasp of pleasure accompanied your back arching off the bed, and the temptation to touch himself grew tough to ignore, but he managed. He ran his tongue between your soaked folds while he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your entrance. Twisting them around slightly to ensure you were stretched, should the need for that arise, he revelled in the taste of your pussy that ground up into his mouth. You tasted delightful and he began lapping at your clit, making your toes curl while pleas of his name spilled out of your mouth.  

Your dreams and dirty thoughts had done him no favours, this was far better than you imagined and a brief amusement passed over you at the thought of how silver that tongue really was. It proceeded to lick up all the juice you had to offer until Hosea grew greedy and wanted more. He wanted you to come in his mouth, on his fingers and he sucked on your clit, the sensation buzzing through your body as he did a pulsing motion with his lips. Continuing to fuck you with his fingers, you didn’t know which way to move your hips since every direction provided more pleasure, and it built up and you weakly tried to warn him, panting “I’m -” until your breathing paused while your body released over him, thighs tensing around his head and Hosea mused that he could quite happily suffocate here between your thighs.  

It felt like it lasted a small eternity, the orgasm flowing out of you in waves as Hosea helped coax it, and you finally relaxed back onto the bed, blinking up at the ceiling at the stars that peppered your vision. 

“Goddamn delicious,” you heard Hosea say, not having it in you to respond or even laugh, but you felt his fingers leave you and he crawled up your body. 

“Happy?” 

“I’m past happy, Hosea. I’m -” you didn’t know what to say, how to describe what you were feeling and you willed him up with your hands gripping his collar so you could kiss him lazily. The taste of yourself on his tongue was enough to ramp you up again but he moved to roll off you. “Where are you going?” 

“We don’t need to rush,” he soothed, thumb stroking your stomach. 

“But -” you protested, you wanted more and you wanted to feel him. “I want to.” 

“Really?” he asked in disbelief. “You don’t need to, dear. I’m happy to wait.” 

“Do you want to?” you asked and he laughed, clearly just not trying to pressure you. Plus, his hard cock pressing into your leg was a dead giveaway. “Okay, because I really want to. I need to. I might die if we don’t.” 

He barked a laugh, taking your hand in his and kissing at your knuckles, the sheen of your slick passing over to your skin. “No, you won’t die.” 

“I will,” you insisted. 

“Well,” he shifted to stand between your draped legs hanging off the bed, his hands starting to undo his belt to pull it free and to the floor. The action of him smirking down at you while he did so was enough to drive you insane. “We don’t want that now, do we.” 

With that, he pushed his pants down and put a hand on either side of your hips and pulled you towards him, his cock springing up and just inches away from where you needed it. His calloused palms ran up to your knees, gently spreading them while you stared at his cock in disbelief that you were actually seeing it and once again your imagination had failed you.  

“Like what you see?” he teased, puffing his chest out slightly in pride. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, wishing you could describe him the way he’d described you but you didn’t think they’d invented those words yet. After realising you were in somewhat of an infatuated trance, you sat up and met his gaze, eyes blown wide with lust but still a promise of trust held in them. “This is – indescribable.” 

“I’ll take that,” he laughed softly, petting your head and you went to kiss his chest but were met with the fabric of his waistcoat.  

“Can I take this off?” you asked, fingertips fiddling with a button in anticipation. 

“If you’d like.” 

“I would like,” you said decidedly, half of his buttons already undone and you glanced up in questioning when you reached his shirt, making quick work of that too and marvelling at the exposed lean chest presented to you, dusted with light hairs and faint scars. 

Hosea shrugged off the garments and your eyes darted over his form, more beautiful than you’d pictured but your attention was soon grabbed by the leaking head of his cock. You debated putting your mouth around it, but with how insistently it stood to attention, you shifted back, patting the bed for him to join you. 

He didn’t question it, accommodating your request and you gently manoeuvred his shoulders to persuade him to lie back, not missing the excited glint in his eyes as you straddled him. With his cock sitting comfortably on his abdomen, you rolled your hips over it and coated him with your abundance of wetness. He groaned in bliss, head dropping back to the pillow and hands harshly gripping your thighs to anchor himself. He suspected it would do no good since he was grounding himself to a real-life angel that would only send him further up into the clouds. He didn’t care, either. 

The pressure of his shaft against your sensitive clit caused your walls to throb with need, your whole body begging to be filled by what Hosea had to offer. Your palms met the back of his hands, brushing up his forearms and to his shoulders until you could plant your hands on either side of his head. “Shit,” he whispered, lost in a haze of desire and the sight of your face above him, eyes filled with want and lips still plump from earlier while your hair fell down towards him was enough to bring a grown man to his knees, and he thanked the stars he was already laying down. He cupped your jaw and you leaned into it before moving your face to his and kissing his lips.  

Hosea kissed you back, soft and tender as he reached a hand between your torsos to find his cock and you met him halfway for his tip to press against your entrance. The kiss broke and the two of you gazed at each other, both wanting to watch the reaction of him finally being inside you. But you both missed it, pure bliss taking over as he pushed in and you had to close your eyes at the delightful stretch. He did too, your walls constricting his length knocking the air clean from his lungs. 

The pair of you stilled, once your crotch nestled into his hips, getting used to the feel of each other and committing every sensation to memory. You reopened your eyes to find his still shut as he dragged his mind away from thinking of how good it felt to avoid finishing prematurely. After planting a kiss on each cheek, he hummed in response and met your gaze. 

“You feel perfect,” he remarked, hand brushing up your flank, “you are perfect.” 

You shook your head, kissing his lips again. “You are.” 

He shunted a laugh, deciding now might be the worse time to argue over such a thing. You silently agreed and moved your hips to drag yourself back off his length. His hips twitched while he released a pleasured sigh, and you promptly lowered again to commence your motion of fucking down onto him.  

With each roll of your hips, your orgasm climbed back up and you enjoyed altering the pace and feeling him in every possible way. The man himself panted beneath you, fingers now weak where they rested on your hips instead of gripping at the flesh, informing you that whatever you doing was just what he wanted. 

“That’s it, that’s it sweetheart,” he praised, and as was the case in normal society, Hosea’s praise was expertly timed to ensure maximum effect and meaning. Seeking his approval was something everyone did, even if it was subconscious, and that was no less the case when in the bedroom. 

His forehead shone with a layer of sweat; brows pulled together in concentration as he watched his cock disappear into you every time your hips came down. 

The plush spot inside your walls grew, you realised as the head of Hosea’s cock brushing over it with each thrust become more of a heightened sensation. Your limbs grew weak and you sat back, Hosea taking note of your response and deciding it was his turn to make the effort. He fucked up into you, reaching deep within your walls and hitting that spot harder each time. You whined, desperately finding something to cling to and with your head dropped back one of his hands slipped into yours. You squeezed as your abdomen tensed, doing a good job of hovering above him to provide room enough for him to thrust upwards. Your cunt clenched around him, bringing a hand to fondle your breast and Hosea watched the show intently, eyes watering with the effort it took not to come at the sight. But you were close, your high-pitched moans told him that much and briefly hoped the room next door wasn’t occupied. 

Your legs tensed and you dropped your head forward, hands splayed on Hosea’s chest as your fingernails dug into his skin, one last thrust from him was all it took for the band in you to snap and you let out a silent moan in relief, no more energy available for anything other than coming right on his cock. 

Hosea bit his tongue, waiting until you’d taken a couple of breaths and pulled out. Even in your haze, you know what this meant and you gripped your hand around his cock, soon feeling warm spurts rope across your chest and stomach while a choked-out whimper came from the man underneath you. 

Both of you spend a moment suspended before returning to your bodies, and in your exhaustion, you wavered forward slightly but stopped yourself with a hand on the bed. Hosea caught your gaze, a fucked-out expression on his face and pulled you in to lay on his chest. Neither of you cared much about the mix of spend between you, and you lay your head on his chest to hear the thumping of his heart start to return to rest. 

He drew light circles on the small of your back, a gentle breath skimming your shoulder with each out-breath he took, each one quieter than the last. 

A small piece of clarity returned to you, and the stark realisation of what any of this could mean. What would it be like to date someone in the gang - Hosea, no less? Would you even be dating him, or was this a one-time thing? “Hosea,” you began, sitting up and finding him looking back at you like he was waiting for you to say something. He shook his head, holding your forearms in each hand and tugging you back down to him once again. You obliged, the reminder that you’re safe in his arms being more than enough for you to relax. 

“Shh,” Hosea soothed you, brushing his hand down your back. “We can leave all that for the morning. Unless you want to go back to camp now?” 

You shook your head fervently. “No, I -” 

“Good,” he interrupted with a smug smile. “For now, I just want you to stay here and lay with me.” 

So you did. 

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

Chapter One: Bliss

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December 14, 2021 – January 13, 2022: Month One

December 16, 2021

New York City, New York. 7:00 AM.

I turned off my alarm before it could wake up Pippa, she would surely wake up in a little for a feeding, but I wanted to shower and get ready before she did; after checking her bassinet I smiled, she was still out from her last feed, which had been around five, knowing I had no second to spare I made my way to the bathroom and left the door ajar.

The warm shower felt welcoming after the winter finally arrived at the city, after changing into my comfy loungewear and doing my skincare and hair routine I turned off the lights and came out of my room, I was surprised to see that Pippa was still asleep, so I took this opportunity to make my bed and clean up a little.

I wanted to get her into a routine so I pulled up my blackout curtains but left down the sheer, so the room was muted, just as I finished placing the pillows on my bed Pippa let out a little whimper so I made my way to the bassinet, “Good morning my girl, hi, how did you sleep?”, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheeks, I smiled when I saw her do the newborn scrunch, “Shall we go feed you?”

I turned off the lamp on my bedside and draped the blanket Anne had knitted her over her little body and closed the door to my room while I made my way to the nursery, I could hear the water running on the guest room which meant H was awake, I left the door ajar and sat down on the rocking chair, but not before turning on the floor lamp, Pippa let out a little cry and I laughed

“I know baby, your momma is a meanie huh; it’s coming I promise, we just need to settle down”, I kissed her head hoping to settle her for a few, once I was all settled I pulled up my top and helped her latch, which she did with no problem, I then started moving my feet a little so we were swaying a little, and I took this time to observe her.

She was born with so little hair, less than I thought she would, and although I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I was so happy she looked like me, but I was also very happy she had so many things of her dad, starting with the tiny dimple on her left cheek, along with her long fingers and her hearty lungs, although her hair looked a chestnut color right now I would bet all my money she would be a blondie like her daddy was.

Speaking of a soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, Harry was standing in the door holding two mugs with what I assumed was coffee, he came into the room and gave us a little smile, “Good morning loves, how did you guys sleep?”, I smiled at him, “Good morning, it was a good night, she woke up to eat a few times but then slept very good”

He placed the mugs on the coffee table and kneeled in front of Pippa and kissed her forehead, to which she let out a squeak but continued to nurse, “Did you sleep good baby? Were you the best girl for your mumma?”, he then pulled back and gave me a small smile, before reaching to kiss my cheek, “Made you a cuppa, just how you like it”, I gave him a small smile in appreciation and reached for the mug, I hummed after giving it a sip, “Do you have any plans for today?”, he sat down cross legged and reached for his mug, he shook his head after taking a sip

“No wait, I do, I have to go pick up the casseroles my mum made for us, she wanted to know if we’re up for visits?”, I smiled, “Of course! They are welcome here anytime”, just as we finished drinking our coffees Pippa finished eating, Harry reached to pull her into his arms and grabbed the burp rag I gave him, after making sure it was correctly positioned, he started burping Pippa while I fixed myself and logged the information on how much she had fed.

I also grabbed the little Haakaa pump so I could store the milk that had leaked while she was feeding, I felt the room and grabbed one of the bottles before pouring the milk, closing it, and putting it on the fridge, I then proceeded to wash the pump and set it to airdry while also grabbing the ingredients to start preparing breakfast.

As I was mixing the pancake batter Harry walked out to the living space, “Hey if you wanna log it, she had a wet diaper”, I nodded and unlocked my phone, the disappeared into the living room and came back to the kitchen with the little swing, while I finished cooking the pancakes he swayed with Pippa and set the table, “Why are you so pretty huh? I know the answer to that baby, because you look like your mumma”, I smiled and could feel the heat in my cheeks

“H, want another cup of coffee?”, he nodded, and I reached for two cups, after setting them on the table he strapped Pip into her little swing and we sat down to have breakfast, after he swallowed, he turned to ask me, “At what time do we have to be there tomorrow?”, I took a sip of my mug before answering

“11 AM”, he nodded, “Uhm, have you spoken with Jason about the kids visiting?”, I smiled and shook my head, “He let me know the kids are visiting with Olivia but they’ll be back to the city before New Year’s so maybe then”, he nodded, we finished eating breakfast in silence, when we were done I could see Pippa was so close to falling asleep again

“Hey, why don’t you go sit with her? I’ll clean the kitchen”, I nodded in appreciation and headed to the living room where we had moved the first bassinet we first purchased and decided to use it in the living room and purchased another one, I started shushing her while we walked to the living room and sat down.

As soon as we settled there was a knock on the door, Harry went to open it and a few seconds later Anne and Gemma appeared, “Hi gorgeous girls! How did you guys’ sleep?”, I smiled at her, “Hi Anne, we slept well, little miss here is ready for a nap”, she awed and reached down to kiss Pippa’s head, who didn’t even stir, “Want a cuppa lovie?”, I nodded, and she made her way to the kitchen.

The whole day was spent catching up, fawning over Pippa, and enjoying the visit from Des and Michal, who had left with Gemma to catch a show, I turned to see the clock and saw that it was close to seven, I had an idea and turned to look at Harry, “H? Why don’t we give her a sponge bath?”

He gave me a smile and nodded his head, Anne smiled too, “I’ll help you set it up, where do you have everything lovie?”, “In my room”, she nodded and Harry reached to grab Pippa while I went with Anne to set up everything, while we let the water warm up and I pulled the towels and her pajamas and diaper Anne turned to talk to me

“Since she still has her cord attached, we will do a sponge bath lovie”, I nodded, after she showed me how to test the water and we wet some washcloths to bathe her we called Harry, he came into the bathroom with Pippa and you could see the apprehension in his eyes, I laughed a little before reaching in to squeeze his arm, “Everything will be okay yeah? No need to fret”, he nodded and handed me the baby.

I undressed her and as I sat down and placed her on the bath, I was expecting a full meltdown, but surprisingly, there wasn’t any, Harry came to kneel next to me while Anne took some photos and gave us some instructions, “Harry, darling, grab the little washcloth and start cleaning her, we won’t use soap, but this will help her relax”, Harry nodded and started doing just that.

Pippa seemed to be so relaxed, which in turn had Harry letting out the breath he was holding before he cooed to her, “Are you a happy baby? Yeah? Do you love your bath?”, Pippa let out a little squeak which had the three of us laughing, once Harry made sure to wipe everything expect for her cord, he reached for the towel Anne handed him and slowly placed the baby in his arms.

I stood up and he handed me the baby, I set her on the changing pad we had brought into the bathroom and dried her up, put on her diaper and massaged in her moisturizer before putting on her jammies while Anne and Harry picked up the bathroom, “Hey, do you mind if I go ahead and feed her?”, they both shook their head

“Go ahead darling, we’ll start cooking dinner”, I nodded and made my way to the nursery, once settled Pippa started feeding, after fifteen minutes my phone started ringing, when I reached for it, my heart started beating faster than before, I took a deep breath before answering, “Ellie?”

She let out a breath before speaking up, “Hi Squeaks”, I teared up at the nickname, “Hi Ellie Belly, how are you?”, she sniffled before answering, “I’m okay, I’m sorry it took me so long to answer”, I laughed a little, “Don’t worry, I’m just glad you reached back”, there was a silence, she cleared her throat, “So… I hear that we have a new family member huh?”, I smiled down at Pippa who was still happily eating, “Yeah, we do, want to come meet her?”

“Of course, I want to! How about you let me bring dinner to you guys’ next week? I’m out of town and I want to make sure I’m not sick”, my heart was feeling ecstatic, “Yes! For sure! Why don’t you come a little earlier so you can enjoy her before she goes to bed?”, “I would love that! So, I’ll text you when I’m back, I cannot wait to see you”, I sniffled, “I cannot wait to see you Ellie”, we hung up the phone and I finished feeding and burping Pippa, while I was changing her diaper Anne and Harry came in, I picked up Pippa and turn ed to see them, “Wanna say goodnight?”, they both nodded and Anne spoke up, “Can I put her to bed?”

I nodded and smiled, I kissed Pippa’s forehead and Harry did too, Anne went into my room and Harry, and I made our way to the kitchen to get dinner served, while he set the plates, I cleared up my throat, “H?”, he hummed letting me know he was paying attention to me, “Ellie called back, she wants to come for dinner in a few days”

He turned and gave me a smile, “That’s wonderful! Do you… do you want me to be here?”, I nodded, “I would very much appreciate it”, he nodded, “Everything will be okay yeah?”, I nodded and he pulled me into a hug, after we pulled back Anne came out and we had dinner, I then said goodbye to Anne and Harry took her home, I got myself ready for bed and fed Pippa once more before going to sleep since I knew we had to wake up early tomorrow.

December 17, 2021

Harry. New York City, New York. 9:00 AM.

I was very nervous, we were here for Pippa’s first appointment with her pediatrician, Dr. Reynolds, a lovely woman we had met thanks to Betty. The cubicle we were in had safari decals all over the walls, I was finishing filling up the forms they had handed us while Y/N fed Pippa, who although had fed before we left, was hungry again, my tiny little chunker.

As Y/N burped Pippa there was a knock in the door, and a lovely nurse poked her head in, “Sorry to bother, just wanted to check if Miss Pippa had finished feeding so we could go and weight her?”, we both nodded and stood up to follow the nurse, I handed her the notepad and she handed it to another nurse; we entered a room that had a weight and a bed, the nurse turned to look at us

“Okay, so please let’s remove her diaper and set her on the scale”, she let out a tiny whimper and my heart broke, the nurse clicked on some buttons and then turned to write down her weight, “Okay, so Pippa weighs seven pounds ten ounces, which is totally normal and nothing to worry about”, we both nodded at the information and I saw Y/N let out a breath of relief, she then measured her, “Still a tall girl at twenty inches, you can now put her diaper back on”

After diapering Pippa and swaddling her in the blanket we brought we made our way back to the original cubicle we were sitting down, “So Dr. Reynolds will be here in a few”, we nodded and she left, I turned to look at Y/N, “Can I hold her?”, she nodded and handed me Pippa, I cuddled her into my chest, after five minutes there was another knock and Dr. Reynolds came in

“Well, hello you two! I’m so happy to see you”, we both smiled before she spoke up, “Hi Dr. Reynolds, happy to be here”, after she shook both of our hands and put some disinfectant, she reached in to grab Pippa, she set her on the examination table, “Well aren’t you a pretty girl huh? Let’s see how are you growing miss”

She checked her neck and collarbone, “No breaks, very good”, she then proceeded her head and hips, then her reflexes, “Good reaction”, she then pulled her stethoscope from her neck and placed it over her ears, “I’m sorry Pippa, this will be a little cold”, she listened to her heart and lungs before removing it and picking up Pippa

“Everything looks wonderful, you guys can dress her now”, I reached in for Pippa and dressed her while Y/N sat down with Dr. Reynolds, “How often is she feeding?”, Y/N answered her, “Every two and a half to three hours, she feeds around ten to fifteen from each side”, she nodded writing it down, “How about wet and dirty diapers?”, Y/N turned to look at me asking for help, I sat down next to her holding Pippa

“Uhm, about four wet diapers and 3 dirty ones”, she nodded, “Okay that’s good, she did lose weight but that does not concern me, babies are expected to lose their birth weight, but she will get it up in the next two weeks”, we both nodded, “Where does she sleep and for how long?”, Y/N handed me her binkie before answering, “We have had two to three hours of sleep stretch and night, and in the day we do have about forty five awake windows in the morning and in the evening, and she is sleeping in her bassinet at all times and on her back”

I spoke up, “She seems to be awake when there is another person aside from us, like when grandma, aunts and uncles are visiting”, Dr. Reynolds smiled, “Little social butterfly, that’s perfect”, we both smiled, “Well, everything looks perfect, I’m so glad to see she is growing just fine, since she got her shots in the hospital we don’t have any need to do so, so I’ll see you in two weeks, do you guys have any questions?”

 I shook my head and Y/N cleared her throat, “How long after her cord falls can we give her a normal bath?”, Dr. Reynolds gave her a soft smile, “Once it falls off completely you can transition, if you still don’t feel comfortable you can stick to sponge baths, just remember, baby should not be bathed more than three times a week, since she doesn’t get dirty, I would suggest making bath time a part of her nighttime routine”

We both thanked her and after she left the room we buckled Pippa into her car seat, we then placed the cover on her and we left the hospital, after setting her on my van I helped Y/N into the backset and closed the door, I got into the pilot side and turned on the car, “H?”, I turned to look at her on the rearview mirror, “Yeah?”, she gave me a childish smile, “Could we stop at Maman on our way home?”, I gave her a smile, “Of course we can”

About fifteen minutes after leaving the hospital I thanked the Gods for finding a parking spot in front of the bakery, I turned to give Y/N a smile and I found her sleeping so I got out of the car knowing what she would want; when I got in the café was empty, I walked to the till and waited for the employee, she gave me a smile, “Hi! What can I get for you today?”, I smiled at her even if she couldn’t see it through my mask

“Hello, good morning, can I please have a croissant sandwich, a Maman’s breakfast sandwich, two pain au chocolats, two almond croissants, two nutty chocolate chip cookies, a white chocolate blueberry lavender cookie, a banana walnut bread, an espresso, a honey lavender latte and two grapefruit juices?”, she smiled and nodded, “Do you want this for eat in or take out?”, I smiled, “Take out please”, she nodded, “Under what name?”, “Jeff please”

She nodded, “Your total is $65.74, would that be cash or credit?”, “Credit please”, I pulled out my card and tapped it, then pulled out a twenty and dropped it into the tip tin, the cashier smiled at me, “Thank you so much, your order will be out soon”

I thanked her and went to sit at an open table and pulled my phone out, I was reading through an email when I heard someone clear their throat and timidly say, “Hi, sorry to bother you, but are you Harry Styles?”, I sighed and turned to give her a smile, “Hi, yes I am”, she let out a squeal, “I’m sorry to bother you, I promise I don’t want a picture, “That’s okay, what’s your name?”

“My name is Freya, I’m a huge fan of yours since One Direction days, I just wanted to congratulate you on the birth of Pippa”, I placed a hand in my heart before answering her, “Thank you, you are the sweetest”, she then reached into her bag, “I know this might seem crazy, but it’s not, I crochet little octopuses for babies in the NICU and I am on my way to deliver some, but I want to gift you one for Pippa”

She reached into her bag and pulled a wrapped package, “They have been sanitized so she can play with it without problem”, my heart felt warm, “You didn’t have to, but thank you truly, are you sure you don’t want a picture?”, “I don’t want to compromise your location”, I felt so much appreciation for this fan, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind taking a picture with you, and you posting it, I would just appreciate if you didn’t post where we saw each other”

She nodded and reached for her phone, we took a selfie and once we were done I heard them call my order, “Thank you again for this gift, I’ll show it to her as soon as I go home”, she put her hand to her chest, “You are so very welcome, congratulations again to you and Y/N”, she waved goodbye and went to her table with her mum who also waved at me, I waved back before grabbing all my order.

I got into the car and saw that Y/N was still sleeping, so I turned on the car and we made our way back home.

December 20, 2021

New York City, New York. 5:00 PM.

I was shaking with nerves, Ellie had let me know she was on her way here, Harry was finishing the charcuterie board and I had just finished feeding Pippa, who was now resting on her bassinet, Harry walked out of the kitchen and after placing the board on the table and came to hug me and kiss my forehead, “Baby breathe, everything will be okay”, I nodded.

Before I could speak up there was a knock on the door, I pulled back from Harry, squeezed his hand while he kissed my temple and made my way to the door, when I opened it I felt tears in my eyes, Ellie and her husband Nate were there, bags from my favorite Italian restaurant on their hands, and beside them Luke my little brother had a cake from Lady M in his hands, before I could speak up Ellie did

“Uhm, before you let us in, and this is entirely up to you, there is someone else who wanted to see you”, I furrowed my brows, my heart started beating so fast when from in between Nate and Luke, my dad appeared, he had a big bouquet in his hands, I whimpered, “Daddy?”, he let out a shuddering breath, “Hi Bear”

I ran into his arms and started crying, I could feel him shake with sobs and hug me back, I let out a sob before whispering into his ear, “Hi daddy”, he kissed my head before whispering, “Oh my girl, my bear, I have missed you, so much”, I really don’t know how long we stood like that, I heard Harry welcome my family and bring them in, when there was no more sound on the hall I pulled back, before I could speak up my dad said, “I’ll explain everything, I promise”, I nodded and we went in and closed the door.

We walked to the kitchen where Harry was talking with my siblings, as soon as I entered, they pulled me into a hug, I hissed a little and they pulled back in concern, “Sorry, my boobs hurt”, they laughed and pulled me into a hug individually, Ellie kissed my head while Luke squeezed me so much.

When we pulled back Nate gave me a big hug and I could see that my dad pulled Harry into a hug, I smiled when I saw this, Ellie pulled me into a side hug and did not want to let go, we made small conversation on what we should do with dinner before I cleared my throat, everyone turned to look at me, “So… there is someone I want you guys to meet”, everyone’s eyes showed excitement and smiles on their faces before they all nodded.

We made our way into the living room where Pippa was sleeping in her bassinet, I reached to pull her out and she let out a whimper, when I turned Ellie had her hands on her mouth while my dad’s eyes filled with tears, I walked to them, “This is Philippa, but we call her Pippa”, Ellie let out a sob and she crouched a little before whispering, “Hi Pippa”

“Wanna hold her?”, she nodded excitedly and I transferred Pippa into her arms, “Oh look at her cheeks, God I want to squeeze them”, Luke then ran a hand down her head, “Hi little one”, Nate was standing next to Ellie, “Congrats guys, she’s a beauty”, my dad made his way to me and gave me a side hug, “She looks just like you when you were born Bear”, I smiled and asked him, “Wanna hold her?”

He nodded and Ellie reluctantly handed him the baby, he started swaying and smiled at her, “Hi little girl, look at you, I’m your Pop”, he then sat down and I sat next to him, “Hi little Cub, I love you” my heart swelled at the nickname, “You guys did good”, Harry smiled at him, “It was all her”, I felt my face heat up, “We did good H”, he smiled at me.

Pippa started fussing, so I went into the nursery to feed her while  the others finished repping dinner, once she finished and I settled her for a nap while we ate, when I came out they had plated everything and we sat down and ate, after dinner we settled to eat dessert in the living room, once we were done, dishes were on the washer, wine glasses filled and charcuterie board dug into my dad cleared his throat

“Bear, I owe you a hell of an apology and a big explanation”, I had sat next to Harry and he squeezed me into his side as a way to protect me which I appreciated, “I just want to know what happened, I really don’t hold a grudge against you, but I need to understand what happened”, he nodded and sighed, “After the phone call with you I went into shock, there were a lot of things going on and I was trying to figure out what had just happened”

“Your mom, well she started panicking, and I thought she was panicking on what it would mean to you, but actually, she was panicking on what would happen if people found out you were pregnant, with Harry’s baby, when it was well known that he was in a relationship with Olivia Wilde at the time”, I nodded, and Harry kissed my shoulder in reassurance

He cleared his throat, which I knew it was a sign of him trying to stop the tears from falling, “After we hung up dread started to fill me up, and I realized what I had done, I had shut you out and judged you, when all you wanted was some reassurance”, I cleared the tears starting to fall, Ellie squeezed his knee, “It’s okay dad”

He nodded and turned to look at me, “If there is something I will always regret is how I treated you Bear, and feeling so scared that you wouldn’t forgive me that I avoided calling you”, I stood up and walked to him, “Daddy, I forgive you, you’re here now, and I would’ve forgiven you back then”, he kissed my forehead, “I don’t deserve it”, I gave him a small smile, “You came back, that is all that matters”

I returned to my seat and sighed before running a hand down my face, “I feel the need to ask, what about mom?”, everyone got quiet, and an eerie feeling surrounded us, “What? What’s wrong?”, Luke cleared his throat, “Squeaks, mom lied to us all”, I furrowed my brows, “What do you mean?”, Ellie cleared her throat, “Squeaks I’m so sorry”, she wiped her eyes before continuing

“A week before Father’s Day mom called us and asked us if we could come about an hour before guests arrived because she needed to talk to us, when we arrived we were expecting for you to show up, when you didn’t Luke asked mom where were you and she sighed before telling us that this is what she wanted to talk to us about, she told us you guys had a big fight and hadn’t spoken since, and that she ran into you and you told her that you didn’t want to know about us so that we shouldn’t call you”

Luke spoke up, “You know how good of a speaker mom is, and the fact that dad didn’t speak up made it all so much more solid”, I was appalled, “Did she tell you guys I was pregnant?”, they both shook their head, I turned to look at my dad, “Why didn’t you tell them?”, “Because your mom also lied to me”, Harry started running his hand down my arm hoping to soothe me, “What did she do?”

He sniffled, “I remember it was exactly five days since we had talked and I had decided that I wanted to see you, your mom walked into my office and I was about to tell her I was going to talk to you when she said she had run into you, I was shocked, before I could speak up she said that you had asked for her to keep the secret of your pregnancy and to not contact you”

“I guess… I just assumed that what she said was true, especially after the way we treated you”, Ellie spoke up, “That’s why I was so surprised when I saw you at CVS with that big belly”, I laughed a little, “Does mom know you guys are here?”, they all shook their head, my dad stood up and he kneeled in front of me, “When Elisa told me about your interaction I confronted your mom, and she told us everything, I filed for divorce the next day”

“Daddy…”, he smiled, “I am free Bear, and this means I now have my whole life to make it up to you and being the best Pop to Pippa and any future grandchildren”, I nodded, then turned to look at everyone, “Please, never ever disappear from me again, I need you guys with me”, they all nodded, and we got into a family hug.

We sat and talked for a few hours catching each other up on our lives before my dad cleared his throat, making all of us turn to look at him, “Harry, I also owe you a massive apology”, Harry turned to speak but my dad beat him to it, “I do, I judged you from the beginning without knowing you, and yes I was trying to protect her from heartbreak and criticism, and I still failed to do that”

I felt Harry tense up behind me, which in turn had me squeezing his hand in silent support, “But Harry, you are a good guy, yes you screwed up but haven’t we all at some point? If it is okay with you, I would like for us to start again”, we all turned to look at Harry who displayed no emotion, he slowly stood up from his seat and walked to where my dad was and pulled him into a hug.

I felt tears come to my eyes, after a few seconds they pulled back and Harry said, “Richard, we all make mistakes, and I made quite a few, but I promise you, that Y/N and Pippa are my priorities”, my dad smiled before answering, “And we will help you because we are family”, I then stood up and came to hug my dad, who kissed my head again.

At around ten we all said our goodbyes with a promise to see each other for Christmas, Harry and I picked up what was left, we picked up Pippa and headed to bed, before Harry entered his room I called his name, he turned to look at me with a smile, “Thank you for today, it really means so much to me”, he walked and kissed my forehead, “We are a family, I will do everything on my power to make you happy”

December 25, 2021

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:00 PM.

It was Pippa’s first Christmas and I couldn’t be more ecstatic, Y/N had already given me a gift which was now displayed on the tree, we had agreed to have our dinner on my apartment, after a discussion with my mum we agreed that I would hire someone to fix the apartment and she would cook dinner for us, Y/N’s family, Jeff and Glenne, Sarah and Mitch had flown to spend it with their family.

A ding on the elevator let us know we had arrived, soft Christmas music was playing, and the smell of my mum’s cider reminded me of home, while helping Y/N remove her coat I let my family know we had arrived, “Hello guys! We’re here!”, I heard steps coming to greet us and my mum appeared wearing her traditional Christmas apron, “Welcome lovies! Merry Christmas!”

After hugging us both she crouched to peek into the car seat where Pippa was sleeping, “Hello precious girl, oh you have grown so much since yesterday!”, Y/N and I both laughed at this then she proceeded to unbuckle her and shush a little hoping she would stay asleep, she then kissed her head multiple times, my dad had also appeared and helped us bring the stroller and the diaper bag to the living room.

Gemma appeared from her room, and she whined, “No fair! I wanted to hold her first!”, we all laughed and my mum tsked her lips, “Nana has first rights, then goes Grandpa, then you can go”, she kissed Pippa’s head before handing her to my dad, Gemma had made her way to us and greeted Y/N with a hug, Michal said hello from the kitchen where he was finishing cooking the vegetables.

After my dad finished saying hello she handed the baby to Gemma, “Hi bestie!”, she started swaying a little, my mum and Y/N had made their way into the kitchen and I followed, I could hear my mum tell her she had made her some non-alcoholic drinks for her to sip on and Y/N asked what she could help with

“You go rest, you just gave birth twelve days ago, take it easy, okay?”, Y/N nodded and she made her way to the door where I met her, she gave me a teasing smile and just before I could ask her what she was thinking she turned to look at the ceiling where I found there was a mistletoe, I laughed at her and then leaned in to kiss her but she turned and I left the kiss on the corner of her lips.

I groaned and she started laughing while walking to the living room where there was a little commotion due to the fact that Y/N’s family had just arrived, I was worried the ambience would be tense but since they arrived, we were all so happy to be together, Ellie and Gemma were fawning over Pippa and Luke and Michal were discussing the latest soccer game.

After half an hour my mum let us know, dinner was ready and we headed to the dining room where there was a table with all the foods that both my mum and Ellie had prepared, and everyone took their corresponding seat, my mu had left the head and corner seat for Y/N and I so we could put the Moses basket there.

After a delicious dinner and desserts, we moved to the living room where we exchanged gifts, Pippa being the clear winner of gifts this year. I had gone to the kitchen to fill up Y/N’s glass again I came back and found her sitting in the corner next to the fire watching with a happy smile, I sat down next to her, and she gave me a smile, “I have a gift for you”

“Love, you know you didn’t have to”, she smiled, “It was Pippa’s idea”, I gave her a smile, “Really? Well please show me”, she pulled a little box from beside her and handed it to me, I unwrapped it and found a Gucci box, when I opened it I found a silver ring with a ‘P’, Y/N spoke up, “Now you will be able to carry her with you all the time”, I felt tears fill my eyes, then pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you my heart, I love it”

We pulled back and she gave me a soft smile, “You’re so welcome H, I’m glad you liked it”, “Like it? I love it so much”, I then turned and grabbed two boxes, “Okay listen up, I actually have two gifts for you but before you complain, one is your push present that was supposed to arrive the day after Pippa was born, but there was a problem and the other one is your Christmas present”, I smiled as he handed me the two gifts pointing at the one I should open first.

She unwrapped the present and found a familiar robin blue box, pulled the lid and found a beautiful bracelet, “Harry…”, I smiled, “This is one of Pippa’s birthstone, the Tanzanite, I love the color and I know you like small jewelry”, she smiled and sniffled and then proceeded to the other box, another robin blue box, when she pulled it out there was  a ‘Return to Tiffany’ charm with another pink heart

“Turn it around”, when she did, she found that the pink heart had been engraved with Pippa’s fingerprint, she placed the box on her lap and let out a sniffle before tilting into me, “Thank you, I love them”, I rubbed my nose against hers, then whispered, “I’m glad you love them”, we stayed like that until Pippa let out a tiny cry and we turned to see my mum who was walking towards us, “I think the miss is hungry”, Y/N smiled, “Aww baby, come on, I’ll feed you”, we made our way to my room per my mum’s instructions and I sat down with her while she fed Pippa, before kissing her shoulder and whispering, “Thank you for the best Christmas yet”, she smiled and said to me, “Thank you for making it special”

December 27, 2021

New York City, New York. 4:00 PM.

Jason had texted and let me know he was on his way with the kids, Harry and I had finished cleaning and we were now discussing what we would have for dinner, there was a knock on the door, and I went to open it, I smiled when I saw Jason standing there with the kids, “Hello you guys! I’ve missed you!”

Otis and Daisy ran to hug me, “Hey! careful please”, they looked at their father with a sheepish smile and pulled back, I closed the door and we walked to the living room where they were removing their coats, masks and using some of the antibacterial gel we had there, Daisy then pulled Jason’s hand and he crouched so that she was able to whisper something in her ear.

Jason smiled and handed her a little gift bag I hadn’t noticed, the two of them made their way to me and smiled, “We bought this for you”, I gasped, “For me? You guys didn’t have to!”, after giving them a hug and an appreciative smile to Jason I opened the gift, inside I found a gift card for ‘Five Guys’ as well as a candle with my favorite scent, some bath bombs, some sheet face masks, and a book I told Jason I wanted to read

“You guys I love this! Thank you so much for my gift”, Jason smiled, “You’re welcome, mom needs some pampering too”, after putting everything in the bag and setting it on the coffee table I heard Daisy gasp before loudly saying “Harry! I’ve missed you!”, Otis and she made their way to where Harry was now kneeling to give them both a hug, he said hello to them and whispered something that had them both laughing before making their way to sit with Jason.

Daisy was the first to speak up, “Did you know Y/N had her baby?”, he grinned and nodded, “I did, do you guys want to see her?”, they both nodded excitedly and while Jason helped them settle on the couch, Harry went to grab Pippa from her bassinet in my room and then came back and handed her to me.

I kneeled in front of the kids and helped get Pippa settled on their laps before whispering, “What do you guys think huh?”, Otis was the first to speak up, “She’s tiny”, Jason laughed, “Well she was just born, she still has a lot of time to grow”, Daisy then asked me, “Can she come to my house and play someday?”

I smiled and nodded at her, “Of course! I bet Pippa will love to play with you two”, Jason leaned to get a better look at Pippa and then stood up and turned to look at Harry, “She has your dimple”, Harry gave him a small smile, “I know, it’s crazy we could see it since birth”, “Hey like father like daughter, eh?”, we laughed a little but deep down I hoped the kids hadn’t caught the comment, but they did, Daisy was the first to ask

“Daddy, is Harry Pippa’s dad?”, my heart started beating very fast, Jason kneeled in front of Daisy, who was holding Pippa before asking her, “Why do you say that honey?”, “Because you just said that he was her dad, and mom said her name is Pippa Styles, and he lives with Y/N, and you and mom used to live together when we were born too”, we smiled at her reasoning, Jason turned to look at us and asked if it was okay with us, Harry and I both nodded.

Jason turned to look at Daisy and smiled before answering, “Yes baby, Harry is Pippa’s dad”, Otis furrowed his brows before asking, “But Harry was mom’s boyfriend, she told us”, Jason squeezed his knee, “Harry and Y/N were together before your mom and him, and they love each other so much and decided to have a baby”, Daisy pipped in, “If they loved each other why was Harry with mom?”, I saw Harry tense next to me, I squeezed his arm and then kneeled next to Jason to answer, “Because we don’t choose who we love Daisy, and your mom and Harry loved each other”

Otis smiled at me, “But he loves you?”, I turned to look at Harry and smiled at him, “Yes, he does, and I love him too”, then Daisy asked, “But as a friend? Because mom and Harry love each other as friends”, I squeezed her knee, “We love each other a little more than friends Daisy girl”, they both seemed happy with the explanation and us three adults let out a breath, Pippa then started crying a little and I reached to pick her up.

Harry reached in for her and smiled, “Here, I’ll see what’s wrong”, I nodded and they both started making their way into the nursery and Jason followed me to the kitchen, “Y/N I’m so sorry”, I shook my head, “They’re kids, they were bound to ask, I’m just glad we came up with an easy enough explanation for them”, he nodded, “So… how are things going in between you guys?”, I smiled

“Things are going okay, we’re taking it pretty slow”, he smiled, “I’m glad, it’s nice to see you guys happy”, we grabbed the hot chocolate and cookies and made our way to the living room to be with the children when we entered, we saw that Harry was playing some games with them, “Daddy come play with us!”, Jason sat next to Otis while Daisy pulled me to her side. After a few rounds and a promise for us to meet soon Jason and the kids left, “That went well, didn’t it?”, Harry nodded and kissed my forehead, “It did”

December 29, 2021

Harry. New York City, New York. 3:45 PM.

Today was a gloomy sad day, because Gemma, Michal and my dad were flying back to London. My mum had decided to stay until after New Year’s but everyone else already had work commitments planned. We had decided we would eat lunch at Y/N’s apartment, and I would then drop them off at Newark Airport.

After eating an amazing lasagna my mum had made and enjoying the banana bread Y/N had baked we were now sitting in the living room enjoying a cuppa before we had to leave, Gemma had stolen Pippa since she finished feeding and hadn’t let anyone else hold her. I turned to look at the clock once again, I really didn’t want to, but we had to start preparing to leave. I turned to look at Gemma and gave her a sad smile

“Gem…”, she whimpered and snuggled Pippa a little more while shaking her head, my mum awed and went in to kiss her forehead, “Baby you don’t want to lose your flight, do you?”, she shook her head again, “I don’t want to”, my mom squeezed her arm again, Gemma cleared her throat before she continued speaking, “I have waited for so long to meet her and it hurts my heart to know we will be so far away from her and Y/N and H”

A pang on my chest had me coming to sit near her and Y/N to kneel in front of her, I could see the tears in her eyes too, “We will miss you too, so much Gem, but I promise, we will see each other very very soon”, Gemma sniffled, “She will be so grown up, what if she forgets who I am?”, I reached in to squeeze her arm

“Why on Earth would you think something like that huh? You are unforgettable, and we will both make sure that she knows and never forgets who you are Gem”, she nodded and kissed Pippa’s forehead before she handed her to my mum and pulled Y/N in for a hug, they stayed like that for a few minutes before they pulled back laughing and tearing up.

Gemma then stood up and pulled me into a hug, she kissed my cheek before whispering, “I’ll miss you, you bugger”, I laughed, “I’ll miss you too pest”, she gave me an extra hard and long squeeze before she spoke up, “Take care of the three of them, but especially of the love of your life yeah? I believe in your love story”, I kissed her temple again, “I will Gem”

We pulled back and Michal pulled me into a quick hug, when we pulled back my dad had just finished saying goodbye to Pippa and he handed her to Gemma and made his way to me, he pulled me into a hug and then said to me, “I’m proud of you Harry, you have done such a great job, I cannot wait to see my little grandbaby again, I love you son”, I gave him a squeeze, “I love you dad, we’ll miss you”

Gemma as holding Pippa in a half sitting position in front of her, “Now listen to me baby bestie, you may grow up, but please for the love of God, don’t grow up too fast, and please be an angel to your mumma and a little devil for your dad”, we all laughed at her comment, she sniffled again, “I’ll miss you so much baby girl”, she then kissed her cheeks and Pippa let out a squeak.

Gemma handed Pippa to Y/N and turned to hug my mum again before pulling back and hugging Y/N, while she grabbed her bag I walked to where she was standing and ran a hand down her cheek, “I’ll be back soon yeah?”, she nodded, I kissed Pippa’s head and then turned to look at Y/N who pulled me in for a quick kiss, which definitely surprised me but I wasn’t going to deny her, she pulled me into a hug before whispering to me, “Please be careful yeah?”

We pulled back and I gave her a peck for good measure, “I love you two, so much”, I then turned to hug my mum and made my way to the door where everyone was waiting, we waved goodbye and felt for the airport, and although I was dreading leaving my family at the airport, I wish time would speed up so I could go back to my girls.

December 31, 2021

New York City, New York. 11:45 PM.

I had forgotten how much I loved spending New Year’s in New York, the excitement and buzz could be felt all over the streets and people were extra nicely as a way to make sure they could have a great end of the year. After Gemma left, we had asked Anne to come stay with us until she left, she reluctantly agreed so as of right now Anne occupies the guest room, Pippa and I are still in my bedroom and Harry is sleeping in a cot in the nursery.

Although I was spending this New Year’s just as last one, it was so different, takeout from Sugarfish, a box of Levain cookies, and a bottle of Thomson & Scott’s 'Noughty', but instead of tears and heartbreak I have a tiny baby cuddled to my chest and the love of my life back with me.

We had facetimed Gemma and Michal, and Harry’s other family a few hours ago and now, we were watching the NBC special and waiting for the ball to drop, Pippa was latched feeding, and I was so thankful Anne was so understanding and didn’t mind I was feeding Pippa while we were all reminiscing on what this year had been for us.

Anne was now cuddling Pippa and Harry was in the kitchen pouring some sparkling wine and grapes for us to eat, when he came back to the living room, he handed each of us a glass and bowl with grapes and he came to sit next to me, Anne turned to look at us and gave us a smile, “Wanna hold her?”

I nodded and she did to, standing up to hand me Pippa, I smiled and kissed her cheeks before whispering, “Hi tiny miss, are you going to be my New Year’s kiss?”, Harry pouted, “I wanted to be your kiss”, Anne and I both laughed before I spoke up, “Baby gets first dibs on everything H”, he grumbled but agreed cuddling into Anne.

And as the countdown began, I was reminiscing how this year had been so crazy and special, and how excited I was for what was to come next year, the tv presenters were screaming, “3…2…1… Happy New Year!”, I pulled up Pippa to my face and whispered, “Happy New year tiny miss, we will have so much fun this upcoming year”, then nuzzled her neck before kissing her cheeks, I pulled back and saw Harry smiling at us, I handed him Pippa and then went to hug Anne

“Happy New Year darling girl, I know this year we’ll be the best for you”, I smiled, “Happy New Year Anne, here’s to us sharing many more adventures”, we pulled back and Harry handed her Pippa, he then made his way to me, pulling me from my waist, I then placed my hand on his chest, he smirked at me, “Will you let me kiss you now? For good luck”

I laughed a little before tapping my chin in thought, “For good luck you say?”, he nodded, “Well then, for the sake of good luck, you can kiss me on the corner of my lips”, he pouted, “Just the corner?”, I nodded, “Just the corner mister”, he huffed and rolled his eyes before smiling and ever so slowly coming down to place a kiss on the corner of my lips, when he pulled back he gave me a smile.

We called Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, and Sarah to wish them a Happy New Year, and after cheering and drinking our wine, and eating our grapes Anne said goodnight to us and Pippa, Harry and I sat down on the couch, lay smiles on our faces while we I ran a hand down Pippa’s back, all of a sudden, he cleared his throat

“Wanna know the first item on my 2022 to-do list?”, I nodded, and he handed me a piece of paper, when I read it, I smiled, Harry’s 2022 To-Do List: 1. Take the prettiest girl out on a date, I wanted to tease him so I turned and told him, “I don’t think Pippa is old enough to go on a date yet”, he let out  laugh at that, then signaled for me to give him the list again.

After I handed it back to him, he smiled, scribbled something, and gave it back to me, I read it again, Harry’s 2022 To-Do List: 1. Take the prettiest girl out on a date, 1. Take the prettiest mum of the prettiest girl out on a date, I smiled and turned to look at me, he cleared his throat before speaking up, “So, will you go on a date with me?”, I bit my lip and nodded in agreement, he then kissed my cheek and whispered to me, “I’ll text you the details later on darling”

I smiled, “I cannot wait”, while I finished feeding Pippa Harry finished loading the dishwasher and turned off all the light, we then made our way into my room where we placed Pippa on her cot after changing her diaper, after we both stood up I started following him to the door when I tapped his shoulder, and as soon as he turned I placed a kiss in his lips, one he did not hesitate to return, before pulling back and whispering

“As much as I would love to kiss you endlessly, I want to make things right this time”, I nodded, “Well then, good night, H”, he squeezed my hand before letting it go and whispering to me, “Sweet dreams baby”

January 4, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 7:30 PM.

I was shaking with excitement while I got ready, earlier today I had texted Y/N the details on our date and my heart had been beating so fast since then, I unlocked my phone once again and returned to our conversation, the excited butterflies making themselves known again

To Baby 🤍 (9:30 AM): I’ll pick you up at 8

From Baby 🤍 (9:31 AM): So excited! What should I wear?

To Baby 🤍 (9:32 AM): You’ll look beautiful in whatever you wear, but knowing you, it is a formal casual place

From Baby 🤍 (9:33 AM): I’ll see you then handsome

I had been pulled to some meetings and in order to not disturb Pippa or Y/N I had come to my apartment to work and get ready, on my way there I stopped at one of my favorite flower shops and got her a bouquet, once I parked on the building I went up to her floor and knocked on the door and smiled when I saw my mum holding Pippa

“Hello, my chunky girl, oh daddy has missed you so much today”, my mum smiled and grabbed the flower while handing me Pippa so I could cuddle her, we closed the door and made our way to the living room, “She was a very good girl today”, I smiled, “Were you little love? Oh, that’s good darling”, while I was busy kissing her cheek, I could hear footsteps coming into the living room.

When I turned, I felt the air leave my lungs, “Holy cow, you look so beautiful”, Y/N smiled at me, “You look so handsome yourself H”, I made my way to kiss her cheek and give her a hug, my mum then handed me the flowers and I turned to offer them to her, she smelled them before smiling, “This are beautiful, thank you H”, I nodded, “Shall we?”, she nodded, handed Pippa to my mum and kissed her forehead, I did too, Y/N grabbed her bag and turned to look at my mum, “I left the bottles pumped for you, and we set the bassinet in your room along with the little cart I have with all her essentials yeah?”, my mum smiled at her and squeezed her arm, “Darling we’ve got everything under control, you two just go and have fun”

We both said our goodbyes and made our way to my car, once we got in Y/H turned and gave me a smile, “Where are we going?”, I wiggled my eyebrows, “It’s a surprise darling”, I shifted the gears and started driving down the streets of New York, every once in a while, I turned to look at my girl and my heart felt giddy to be here with her.

A few minutes into the drive I ventured to place my hand on her knee hoping I wouldn’t freak her out, to my surprise she grabbed my hand and squeezed it with hers, which then prompted me to pull her hand up and kiss it, soft music playing in the car; about twenty minutes later I parked in front of a tall building, I got out of the car and went to open up her door.

She looked at the building in curiosity, I grabbed her hand and we headed to the door, when I opened it I turned around to see her face and my heart started beating faster when I saw her smiling, “Harry… what is this?”, we started walking, “This is an art gallery that belongs to Enrico, a friend of mine I met in Italy, he is a traveler photographer and lent me the space for us to have our date”

Enrico had displayed pictures from all of his world travels, Africa, India, Antarctica, Vietnam; you name it, he’s been there, in the middle of the room I had set up a picnic with some pizza and non-alcoholic wine, a box of chocolate covered strawberries hidden in the basket; after we finished looking at the photos we sat down to eat

“God H this pizza is good”, I laughed, “Hidden gem, maybe I’ll share it with you someday”, I offered her a bite from my slice, and she took it, then she scooched her pillow closer to mine, “Tell me a secret”, I looked at her in surprise, “A secret?”, she nodded, “Uhm okay, let’s see… oh I know!”, I sat up a little before continuing

“When I went to Italy to finish filming ‘My Policeman’ I drove to a little quaint village, Vicenza, and I rented a little Airbnb, and I met a lovely old couple, Allegra and Rodolfo, and they kinda adopted me for the time I was there, and she made me promise her that when I would return to Vicenza, I would bring my girlfriend”, she gave me a sheepish smile, “Well, she must be a lucky girl huh?”

I laughed with her, “And you? Tell me a secret”, she started humming, before she let out a laugh before clearing her throat, “When we broke up, I started looking into some hobbies to do, and one day, I found an ‘Ire Pottery Class’, during a few weeks they asked us to craft something that depicted our emotions and then we painted it, and on the last class we went to one of those places where you break things and destroyed our creations, it felt so freeing to do so, and when I came home, I drank a whole bottle of rosé and cried my eyes out”

I reached in and ran a hand down her cheek, she nuzzled into my hand, and smiled at me. The next few hours were spend eating strawberries and wines while talking about anything and everything, when she started yawning, I told her we should head back home, she nodded and reached down to pick up everything we had used.

After making sure that everything was clean and the lights were off, we locked the gallery and made our way to the car, when we got in, she plugged in her phone and I smiled at the playlist she chose, a playlist we had made with songs we love, and sadly the ride went by too quickly, we arrived home and got up to the apartment.

When we got in, the lights were off and we found a note from my mum letting us know Pippa had gone down perfectly and she would take care of her until tomorrow, I walked Y/N to her room and we stopped at the door, she turned to look at me with a small smile.

I leaned in a little and whispered, “Can I please kiss you?”, she gasped, “On our first date?”, I laughed while I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my chest, “I really, really want to kiss you”, she leaned into my ear, “Then what are you waiting for?”, after she said this I grabbed her face and pulled her lips with mine, and everything that was missing suddenly came back to me.

I am not sure how much time passed before I pulled back and pressed my forehead to hers, we both let out some deep breaths before Y/N whispered to me, “Why don’t you sleep with me?”, I gave her a look wanting for her to confirm that she indeed wanted me to sleep with her, she pouted her lips before whispering, “Please?”, I smiled and nodded, following her into her room.

January 6, 2022

New York City, New York. 4:30 PM.

The day had come for Anne to fly back to London, the three of us had been pretty emotional over it, and after a lot of convincing, the four of us were on our way to the airport, I was sitting in the front while Anne was sitting in the back with Pippa, I was so happy that my little girl had such a loving grandma.

Sadly, we soon pulled into the terminal, we had agreed that I would walk Anne into the terminal just to make sure everything went okay, and Harry would stay with Pippa in the car, which meant they had said their goodbyes aback home with a lot of tears. Harry cleared his throat before turning to look at the back, “We’re here”

Anne nodded, tears in her eyes before she leaned into the car seat, “I’ll see you soon darling love, please don’t grow up too fast too soon yeah? And remember how much your Nana loves you”, she then placed multiple kisses in her cheeks and forehead, she then turned to look at Harry and leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Take race of them sweetheart”, Harry nodded and sniffled, “I will mum, thank you for being here”, she smiled, “I have loved being here”

She gave each one another kiss and got out of the car, I also got out and helped her bring her bags to the terminal, once we were inside we checked in and just before she went through security, we said our goodbyes, I sniffled and she squeezed me harder, “Thank you for being here with us, I will never ever be able to repay you for that”, “Darling, I was very happy to be here with you”

We pulled back and smiled, she cleared my tears, “Make that boy work for you darling, he needs to prove he deserves you”, I laughed, “I will, I’ll see you soon”, we gave each other a kiss and I waited until she passed before making my way to the car, when I got in I let out a sob and Harry gave me a teary smiles, “It’s just us now huh?”, I nodded, “As long as we’re together, everything will be okay”, he nodded and leaned in to kiss my forehead before turning to shift the gears so we could start the drive home and I started patting Pippa’s belly hoping to calm myself.

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