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ddoxhan · 5 months

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love.

my small heart and the things that grew in it break and harden, melt and fall away only then can I see my eternity, with you

happy birthday, yu jimin.

i never knew what love was. it had never occurred to me that these overwhelming feelings could wash over me like a crashing wave. affection was never a language of love since i’ve known how to talk. a hug wasn’t something i was used to, neither were words of compliments or warm gazes shone upon me for a good grade. i’ve grown accustomed to such practices, such norms, that i don’t know, the meaning of love.

searching for love, was never a priority in life. academics, skills, career. those were the only things that had ever mattered to me. as i recall my younger days, all i could see from memories was this kid who woke up sleepy every day, headed for school, then extra co-curricular activities, back home, study, and finally sleep. the next day wouldn't be much of a difference, and so were weekends with tuition.

and with that, i drifted apart from making meaningful relationships with people. perhaps i do have several friends who would stick with me until i'd die, but that was it. i never found solace in big social circles and interacting with people. my hatred for people didn't subside, if anything, it only grew more as time went by. the pandemic had hit and i may have reached a peak of anti-social behaviour.

crowds scared me, being around people made me anxious, and i've just grown used to being alone in my room. talking to people had never been harder during my darkest times. it had made me more reserved, only retreating to talking to the people i was closest to in school. graduating from high school was just another day of coming back from school and awaiting the next day to come, but that was the end.

the next chapter of my life was to unfold after wrapping up the previous with exams that determined my future. as i was thrown into a new environment which i wasn't ready for, i was alone. alone amidst everyone else who seemed to have a place. wow, life was miserable, extremely as it took everything in me to wake up. that was when it hit me that i may be depressed.

something else hit me too. in fact, it was a someone. that someone who had so much love for people, made me uncomfortable. seeing how she looks at her members, her fans, and how her actions reflected the affection and love she experienced as she grew up to be the person she is today. it made me uncomfortable. i felt like i was living my fifth life, or perhaps the sixth, and none were easy to live through.

and here she was, living through her first life, seeing the goodness in the darkness. her angel eyes saw the good in the evil within the world. even when the world was so cruel to her. i've never felt such pain, even when the hate and harsh words weren't directed at me. the way she smiled through, the way her words reflected the kindness within her, the way her eyes so pure that it made my heart ache.

it hurt, knowing that i had absolutely no power to protect this angel from the world. it hurt, knowing that although she would not know who i am and probably never will. the pain that i've felt through this person who i have never met fascinated me. how i would smile when i see her smile, how i would laugh at her cat-like antics, how i would wish and pray that she would sleep well at the end of the day.

that was when i realized. perhaps, this was love. perhaps, this was the feeling of loving someone, regardless of it being platonic or romantic. the intense feelings of wanting nothing but the best for her, the extent i would go to see that eye smile full of happiness, the way that words could barely explain my feelings.

she's taught me so much, brought me to feel so much. gradually with time, i brought myself out of misery, finding myself laugh around my newfound friends. i enjoy more when i go out of my room, doing things that i didn't know that i was capable of.

i am forever grateful for this person to be in my life. although i have never met you, i thank you for showing me the better, brighter side of life. i've learnt to appreciate the people i cherish around me, learnt to let down some of my burden and dance it away, learnt to live my life to the fullest, learnt to rest for a day when i need it.

along with your members, you've brought so many days of laughter and happiness to me. some days may still be difficult to get through, but one message, picture or video of you could wash away the fatigue that accumulated throughout the day. to repay you, i've decided to not give up. my days that were clouded with thoughts of giving up, were replaced by days of looking forward of what awaits for both you and i ever since i laid my eyes on you.

within this heart of mine and all the hardships that broke and hardened, melted and fell away, i've felt a new, foreign emotion. once weak-hearted and fragile, i've built a stronger one through time with you.

thank you for being in my life. and i wish that one day, i'd be able to tell you how you brought many good things to me.

thank you, for letting me know what it feels like to love someone.

i love you, in this life, the next, for eternity.

#karina #yu jimin #i love you so much #there's just so much i wanna tell you #but i'll save it for another day #i wish for your happiness #thank you for showing me what love is

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Take Me Back // To the Night We Met Non-Spoiler Drabbles (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

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This series has been kicking around in my head for months, and the end chapters I have written for both parts are both glaring and begging me to write the rest. So until I can rub my two braincells together and get some inspiration (when I'm not working) I thought I'd throw out some random, non-specific fluffy bits.

No TW warnings here, just fluffy interactions and Alex being flustered.

"So, I can save you a seat" Alex offered, eyes filling with hope and excitement that faltered the moment you raised an amused brow at him. This was the end your first mission together, your team running alongside his for the last month and a half.

Glancing back over to where your team was packing their things, you jabbed a thumb back toward them. "I'm actually going with my squad, but thanks anyway?"

You shouldn't have found it so endearing and cute watching redness spread across his cheeks and ears. Face falling in realization. Rubbing his neck, he brushed it off with an awkward "of course, fly safe"

"See you around though, right?" You asked, before jogging over to to join your team. Almost missing the giddy look on his face.

Almost.

Wandering through the base, chatting with one of your squadmates about your plans (or rather, lack thereof) for the weekend; you didn't notice the familiar face making its way toward you in the crowd.

"Hey you" he bumped his elbow against yours, falling in step with the two of you. "You're not done putting up with me yet" he teased, smiling over at you.

Rolling your eyes with a playful scoff, you feigned annoyance. Making a comment about never getting rid of him, then.

"Never, ever. I'm like a bad cold, catch me once and….you know what can I try again" he laughed, shaking his head.

"No, no. Keep going, that was really smooth" you teased, watching as he waved a hand in your direction. Refusing to make eye contact.

The three of you continued walking through base, making light conversation until your squadmate excused herself. The two of you walked in silence for a minute, until Alex cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I promise I'm not as…" he gestured toward himself, "whatever this is, normally. I'd love to show you the real side of me"

Groaning, you rolled over to look at your phone. The 0200 alarm ringing. A small, sleepy smile pulling at the corners of your lips as a phone call came through a few minutes after.

"Good morning, my devilishly handsome boyfriend" you teased, voice thick with sleep. Shifting under the covers, fighting off the pull of sleep for just a bit longer.

"Good very early morning to you too, my equally as beautiful girlfriend" he responded smoothly. Slipping directly into details about his day, and how much longer he's expecting to be gone for.

Humming along, pulling the shirt of his you stole closer. Your eyes falling shut as you listened to him talk, voice slightly distorted from the phone speaker.

"You're about to fall asleep, aren't you?" He chuckled, not seeing your sleepy nod as the warmth of your bed and his tone pulled you further from consciousness.

"Go back to sleep, I love you"

"I have this song memorized" he smiled over to you, fingers laced with yours as he continued driving. Looking over at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows you weren't convinced.

Glancing between you and the road, his smile grew as he chuckled. "What?"

Pausing the music, you shook your head slightly. "You don't strike me as a Bonnie Tyler fan is all"

"Don't need to be a fan to enjoy a classic" he countered, lifting your hands to gesture at the radio. "I'll prove it to you, restart the song"

Reaching over to intertwine your fingers with his, you softly teased: "already backing out on your promises, Killer? Ouch"

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he glanced at you with a lopsided smirk.

"I'll gladly be keeping one of them tonight"

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#alex keller fluff #alex keller x f!reader #alex keller x reader #alex keller drabble #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2019

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tumorhead · 3 months

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RIP Piper the Cat, 2006-2024

Life details below

This is the first cat that I've been the one to care for that has died, and the first cat in general I'd been around for the death of. She died simply from old age, so she wasn't in distress at the end, just getting sleepy and slow. She had been quickly deteriorating for several days and had stopped eating (I have been crying SOOO much) and we finally called the mobile vet so she could be put to sleep, and she went peacefully at home in my arms. These last few days she got to enjoy lots of outside time in the summer sun lying in the cool grass- all off her leash too since her mobility was so reduced. She got to be around a bunch of our friends all weekend too- she loved to be near everyone.

We got her 10 years ago when we had a "friend" move in - he had been neglecting her badly (I was SO PISSED at him!!) so when he left we kept her. She was underweight and had permanent nerve damage in her ears from untreated ear mites, as well as kidney issues. I was able to fatten her up and get her into good health. But in the last few years she's been properly elderly (she got thin, started losing her ability to jump) and we knew her time would be soon.

She had the smarts and the stealth of a high level rogue. Her black color made her impossible to see in the dark, and she knew when to wait patiently for an opportunity (to escape or steal food). Often though this just meant she got stepped on (dammit Piper!!). She escaped 2 times right when her previous owner left, a few days each time. She found her way back 🙌 Recently she got out for a few hours and I only found out when I heard her meowing from OUTSIDE. babygirl you coulda gotten hurt 😭

She loved boxes and would get into empty ones immediately. When she was younger she was a renowned shoulder cat. She used to be able to jump from the floor to my husband's shoulders (a good 6 feet). She'd try to get on your shoulders any chance she got, like if you bent over. As she aged she slowly lost her jumping ability which was so sad to see, we got her some step stools and were helping her up a lot.

Our other cats, half her age, had differing opinions- Mo the boy would be sweet on her and play with her very gently (he's huge and muscular and she was always small and frail but he knew to not wrestle her). Piper would chase him around in return. (in March we were building Ikea furniture and Piper got so hyped at the fun boxes that she BODYSLAMMED Mo it was so funny). Mo is gonna be sad about Piper being gone.

Sweatpants, Mo's sister, HATED Piper. She took 5 years to tolerate being anywhere close to her, lots of hissing and smacking. Rude at the old lady!! At the end though she left Piper alone at least.

Piper was the only cat I've ever had that LOVED being held especially in the winter. One time I strained my shoulders because I held her for 2 hours. She would beg to be picked up. She would get in your lap and would even lay on my husband's arms while he was actively using his computer. She didn't care that you needed your arms to do stuff.

She liked to sleep in a box on my desk while I worked. I crocheted her a little wool blanket for her box with my scrap blanket yarn (pictured above). She is now buried in it 💔. She liked to look at art (????).

She was very social and loved to hang out with everyone. She would yowl and bring toys trying to get us to come out of hiding if she thought people were gone. Usually we were just SLEEPING though, lol she was soooo loud.

She was almost entirely fearless. Barring street traffic and going to weird places she gave 0 fucks. She used to be an indoor/outdoor cat so she got bored stuck inside our house. In her search for new stimuli she would get into the middle of EVERYTHING you were doing. Doesn't matter if you were actively using power tools or moving heavy furniture - she would get in the way. She didn't even mind the vacuum! When my other cats ran away in fear of sounds or whatever she wouldn't budge. Couldn't be bothered.

A few years ago I got her trained on a harness and leash to let her get outside again. She begrudged the harness but took to it immediately anyway and loved it. She would CONSTANTLY beg to go outside. She begrudged the boundaries (no you can't go in the woodchuck hole, no you can't stick your nose in the cactus, no its below freezing outside today) but she loved chasing chipmunks and eating grass (was very fond of the prairie dropseed in particular). I am so happy that she departed during warm weather- I was worried she'd go in winter and not get to enjoy one last springtime.

She would only eat ONE kind of dry cat food even though wet food was always also available. We eventually found out she loves milkfat and grease so she got lots of treats of butter & cheese & hamburger & bacon. Because she was so thin these the last few years it helped keep weight on her. she CAN haz cheezburger! This made her even more annoying about getting into people food lol.

In November our friend moved in with us because she was dealing with a nasty divorce and got kicked out of her condo. She moved into our spare room, which was Piper's little exclusive territory. Luckily my friend likes cats and accepted her "roommate". She immediately doated on her soooo much. She got Piper special healthy treats and they became best friends- Piper even put on some weight from the treats! (We found the "too many treats" limit at one point lol). I'm so glad Piper got even more attention in her last few months. (When my friend paid attention to the other cats she felt like she was "cheating on Piper"). My friend saw a lot of herself in the cat. She has helped me a ton in dealing with Piper's last days and I appreciate it so much. My friend even said she wished she'd moved in sooner to have gotten more time with the cat.

Piper was disgusting, she puked up grass often, she was LOUD (she'd meow for things and if she didn't think you heard her she'd look you in the eye and yell louder), she'd find things to rattle (food dish, door) to demand food. She would escape into the basement (not allowed!) and get into the crawlspace and come back covered in spiderwebs. She'd yowl sooooo much at night, the most annoying. She'd get into food left out. She was an obnoxious little gremlin !!! and we loved her anyway.

I knew when we took her in that she'd be the one to teach me about death, as I am an unexperienced idiot when it comes to that. Putting her in the ground felt so weird and hurt so much, but now I know about that sort of thing. I am thankful for that, and that I got to take care of her and give her a spoiled, pampered, comfortable life. I am thankful that I was able to see her go peacefully, and that she trusted us with her final days.

I have buried her in our yard in one of my perennial flower beds, under the big beech tree. She will live on with us through the garden, becoming flowers and trees, which I think is the best kind of afterlife. That way it feels like she's still with us. I am glad she has impacted several other people and we are all crying about her. Thank you Piper for coming into my life. Everyone loved you so much. Rest in peace old lady. I love you.

#pet death #tw pet death #animal death #cat death #Piper #my pets #pet memorial #diary post #death #loss

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lumine-no-hikari · 8 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #51

A friend is coming over today to play Stepmania on my Frankenpad.

I'm excited about this, but also nervous. My house is a neurodivergent one, and it has 5 cats. It looks like a neurodivergent house (as in, clutter everyfuckenwhere), and it smells like there are 5 cats living here. It's not squalid or anything, but… it definitely doesn't look like one of those images you find in Home and Garden magazines.

But maybe it's not entirely necessary for my house to look like it's not inhabited by three neurodivergent people stacked in a trenchcoat trying to pass as a Functional Adult™.

This image sums up our situation nicely, although it's with three people instead of four:

It's not lost on me how lucky I am to have my husbands. I don't know what they see in me, but they keep me around anyway, even though they don't gotta. So I do what I can to deserve them both.

I feel a little better today than I did yesterday. Before bed, I rehydrated with a big glass of warm milk. Warm milk is a nice thing because it doesn't matter how awful or wired or antsy or tense I feel; 20 minutes after I'm finished drinking it, I become super sleepy, and then I'm out like a light. Works every time, for reasons I don't fully understand. Maybe if you ever have trouble sleeping, you can give it a try.

In any case. In order to prepare for today, I made myself some green tea and it was very good. And then I went to the grocery store, both to get ingredients to make pumpkin soup for the weekend (I'll write a letter about this process for you when I begin to make it, don't worry!), and to get supplies to make nachos for everybody tonight. I took a few pictures of my grocery store adventures for you; it was a lot less crowded today. Here:

This is canned pumpkin. I have to get it canned because fresh pumpkin is out of season where I live until next autumn. But that's okay; this stuff is pretty good too:

Here's some heavy cream. This is the basis for any bisque, which is what I am trying to make for my friends this weekend, because, sadly, I cannot make it for you:

And here is some cream cheese, which will also be added to the soup for extra decadence:

And here's a starfruit. Because I adulted today, and that means I deserve a little treat!

The sticker says "carambola", because it's also called that. I like "carambola" better as a word to describe this fruit; it rolls off the tongue better. Try it: "ka-RAHM-bo-la"; it's fun, isn't it?? Haha! 😁

...But then nobody knows what I'm talking about when I say "carambola", so "starfruit" is just easier if I want to be understood. 😅

Maybe it's a little weird, but… in service to the notion that you'd like a normal life, I wish I could bring you to the grocery store and show you all the things and all the best ways to pick stuff out. And I'd step up to anyone who even so much as looks at you funny for your height, build, albinism, long hair, or wing, if it's out. I'd kick them right in their stupid shins and yell at them to get lost before I get REALLY mad and introduce my knuckles to their face at an unpleasant velocity. I'm only 5'8" to your 6'7", but still I can get pretty scary when I gotta! I'd have your back, don't you worry. I'd protect you from anything. It'd be fine. You'd be safe with me; I'd make sure of it.

In any case. You remember that bison and venison I got from my last trip to the grocery? I had intended to use that for making the nachos today. I'm eager to see how it'll turn out. Oh, and I gotta grate some cheese, too; I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me (I know you didn't really, but it's fun to pretend)! 😜

I have since cooked up the bison and venison, and grated up three different kinds of cheese. Check 'em out:

I was surprised that bison and venison taste so similar. It's almost like beef, but not really. I mixed the three different kinds of cheese into a great big bowl, so the prep work for making nachos later is complete. I already have some chopped veggies and some guacamole and something kinda like sour cream, so it's good to go!

Since writing the last paragraph, we picked up my friend and we played a lot of Stepmania on my awesome Frankenpad! I even managed to snag a video of me on it that I think isn't too terrible! Here:

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Certainly, my balance and stamina aren't what they used to be; it's been a lot of years since last I used to do this with any sort of consistency. But that's okay! This was one of my favorite Expert Mode songs; the rhythm with which you're supposed to use your feet is a lot of fun for this one, and I remember when this used to be a "warm-up" tune for me, haha! I'm hoping that if I continue to do it, I'll improve again, over time.

You know? I bet you'd probably be really good at this. I imagine you must have crazy amounts of stamina, and I imagine your sense of rhythm must be impeccable. I wonder which songs you'd gravitate towards. I wish you could play together with me and my friends; I think you might have a lot of fun with it, once you get used to it, and it would be great to see you smiling and having a good time.

In any case, afterwards we ate nachos!! We filled bowls with chips, ground meat, and cheese, and then heated it up in the microwave! It's not fancy, but it's certainly effective! Check it out!

After that, you add your cold things. I had guacamole, onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, and the sort-of-sour-cream. Here's what it looked like when the bowl was fully assembled:

And just like that, you add a few juicy veggies and you have a healthy bowl of awesome tastiness! Woot, woot!

We had an amazing time and lots of delightful conversation. I think you'd like this person a lot if you met her. She's very smart and she has a lot of insightful things to say. I'm looking forward to the next time I get to spend time with her.

...I wish you could have been here for any of this. I think you could feel safe and at home and cared for and like you have family at my house. After the hellish upbringing I had, I have, with help, done my best to shape myself into someone who is wholesome and safe, and to shape my home into a place that is wholesome and safe. I know that you could be welcome here. I know that with enough time and patience, you'd adjust to the peace, because you have a smart brain and a flexible mind. You could chill where the kind people and the tasty snacks and the fun things are, and you'd never have to wonder if you belong, because you would. Because you do. Because you always have, regardless of how you came into being, and regardless of what anyone else has tried to tell you. You belong, and you deserve good and wholesome things.

But I guess writing to you about it and sending you videos and pictures is the best I can do; I'm sorry about that - I really, truly am. I hope somehow that any of this might reach you and move you, but... I don't imagine that it will. But I also can't stop myself from trying against all odds anyways, for better or for worse, haha.

You can have this, you know - this simple life, and any of the lovely and good things I've been trying to show you (and will keep trying to show you). All you have to do is make a different choice. All you have to do is take the hands outstretched to you. All you have to do is open your ears and your mind to the kind words being spoken towards you. All you have to do is turn your face back to the light. I'll be over here until you do, singing a little song for you, and weaving a little handicraft, as I always do.

So... please stay safe until you're ready, okay? Please remember that you're loved and cared for. Please make good, kind, and brave choices.

I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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turtle-to-eternity · 7 months

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Day 122 - Slight Slide

Calories: 2420

Ordered a pizza today, ate way way too much. Was meant to be a calm day off but then I spent more time looking at apartments. Rent I would be able to afford but after utilities are included I'd get buried. I feel lost.

Writing for today:

Dabbled in a bit of Helldivers 2. Didn't really feel into it. Tried modding Skyrim, got bored literally instantly. I don't want to do anything. I want to do something.

Played with the dogs some. I think I spent more time playing with dogs than playing games. Not the worst thing to do. But I can't go on like this. It's so frustrating to the point of depression.

Have given up on getting my grandmother out of here. I have to be the one to get away. But get away to where? How is this country even functioning anymore? Where is everyone living at?

I can tell it'll be hard to sleep tonight. But I have to try anyway. Let's hope I am wrong.

Today I got up on time and felt sleepy through the day. I didn't nap any though, and still got through fine. Let's not build up any sleep debt over the weekend. Overall, today felt bad.

#self improvement #life blogging #actually adhd

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dawnowar · 10 months

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I've been sick for a little over two months now.

Not one sickness, i keep getting better and getting another one. I think im on the tail end of the 4th sickness now.

The most recent one was the flu. I had my flu shot too but it didn't save me. I was pretty sick at first but my fever broke a few days later and i started getting better but I was really sleepy and I have bronchitis which still hasn't fully gone away even though its 2 1/2 weeks later. I kept telling myself i'd be well again at the 2 week mark but no. I've spent so long staying home coughing and going to bed early and worrying about getting back to regular life later that I have missed everything leading up to Halloween and now its about to be Chanukah. Hoping I stop coughing if not for the holiday at least by the end of it. I have missed everything for so long.

Anyway the first sickness is when i wasnt feeling great and i didn't keep up on manually cross-posting my instagram here and now somehow its 2 1/2 months later and im so far behind.

I do want to catch back up though.

Today i was looking at Flashy's baby pics because I posted them to my tumblr 12 yrs ago or was that 13? and i can just look for whatever in my archives which is awesome and my main reason for never dropping my tumblr.

Wish i could cross post automatically from instagram like i used to be able to.

I've spent much too much time coughing this weekend to have had time to manually cross post 2 1/2 months of content.

I watched the last KISS show at my friends house and basically coughed the whole way there, the whole time i was there, and the whole way back. then went to sleep and woke up and coughed most of the morning.

Now its time to go to bed on Sunday night.

Well at least i tried to do something.

I can't believe im not healed yet.

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 2 years

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Hi, could you do a fic of Marc, Steven, and Jake doing sweet couple things with reader? Like swimming, getting ice cream, shopping. Just really fluffy, cute things?

Or, one where Steven and reader are good friends, and Steven accidentally confesses that he likes the reader. then he goes really shy and apologizes a lot, but the reader says they like him to?

You don’t have to do these, just some ideas :)

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Male Reader

Softies in their own ways

My tumblr is still going brrr idk why so might be messy? Never really proofread it I get triggered by the spacing so hope you still enjoyed it, and I'd say this is a good fic :D

It's a bit too short for my taste, but that's all I can write for this one.

I didn't know when I started dating Steven that he was a package deal. Now having three boyfriends instead of one, although just one body, isn't so bad.

Spending time with each one of them was a bit hard at the beginning, seeing as they only have one body, so there would a schedule. Steven would be working everyday in the museum, during lunch breaks or so. He would go to the café I work at just near our apartment to go and get food, we would sometimes lose track of time from the things we are. Which is mostly just and eating and messing about here and there, but when break is over he would bring me back to the café with an ice cream that he bought me during our way back.

After work we would walk back to our apartment, but not before getting another ice cream cone, or getting milkshake where we would just eat or drink slowly, while talking over each other and laughing from time to time whenever he made some cringey jokes or attempt to flirt with me.

"Love, do you know the thing that you do where you repeat a word over and over again and it loses it's meaning?"

"Yea?"

I say looking at him, smiles on both our face.

"I tried doing that with you name once."

"Hm?"

"It never really lost it's meaning. Just reminded me of how much I love you. Everytime I said your name it never lost its meaning, probably because it means you're the love of my life."

"You're so corny."

I say pushing my face on his chest with his hand on my back while his laughing.

Steven was mostly in control during the day, but at night it was either Jake or Marc. Depending on what day it is, they tend to alternate. Surprisingly.

When Marc was in control he would cook dinner, we would watch some movie while eating and cuddle and sometimes he would tell me stories of his past. Which sometimes makes sleepy.

And when it was the weekends, him and Jake would be the most active while Steven would still be there, but he tries not to interrupt. Marc would sometimes bring me outside to either visit the beach and maybe take a swim or just walk around the park eating ice cream, just having a field day and general, having a relaxing time to clear our minds. And on rare occasions we would go to art museums or watch movies in the cinema or just relax at home, binge some movies cuddle, and when lunch and dinner comes he would also cook food same as with breakfast, he would wake me up at the crack of dawn so we could spend more time together. Which melt my heart seeing how he treasured every moment he spent with me.

"Baby, wake up, we have a heavy day ahead of us, I was thinking we could spend the day in the beach or something, or if you want we could just stroll around of go on a proper date?"

He says as he yanks the blanket off me exposing my skin to the cold air of the morning.

"Let's go to the beach I wanna swim."

On our way to the beach he would hold our bag and he would put an arm around my waist and I would lean my head on his shoulder.

After swimming and eating some food we would make our way home but ot before getting another snack which usually is more chips or ice cream.

Ending the day we would walk home from our fun day out, we would sleep quite early, with me nuzzled onto his front his arms around me him acting as a cocoon his face on my hair.

"That was a good day. Good night, hun."

He says kissing my hair and pulling me closer.

As for Jake, he is surprisingly domestic, settling for simple things such as just holding me the whole day, taking a walk in the park ordering food or he would cook some. I guess it would be his only way to relax from all the killings he does, which is pretty cute. Sometimes we would just lay in bed most of the day just cuddling just having him feel me.

He says it helps him calm downw hen I am close to him, that it helps him relieve some stress after a long week. And I glad I can do that for him, be there for him when he needs me. As he did when I needed someone and both Steven and Marc were out of it, that's how I met him, both Marc and Steven were asleep on the bed when I heard the bed creak and sheets rample and hearing footsteps growing near towards the kitchen where I was cooking some food for dinner.

"Jake?"

"I'm guessing they mentioned me already?"

Turning around I was met by Jake leaning back on a table both hands on the table supporting him.

"Obviously, but I imagined you to be more serious, to have a more angry or scary look on your face."

"How so?"

He says get off the table and moving towards me coming chest to face with me(damn my short height).

"They said you were the most violent out of the three of you."

"I am violent, mi amor, just not when I'm with you."

He says leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss, one hand on my waist pulling me close and one hand at the back of my head pulling my head back while deepening the kiss.

"I can be vulnerable when I'm with you, mi paloma."

#x male reader #x reader #moon knight #y/n #gay #marvel #marc spector x reader #mcu #marc spector x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x male reader #jake lockley x male reader #jake lockley x reader #fluff #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader

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lost-inthedream · 3 years

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SF9 reaction to you waking them up with neck kisses

genre: sensual fluff I'd say

requested

Warnings: everyone is just very touchy in this piece

Bonus song rec: Whisper, by VIXX LR

➹ Youngbin:

The smooth touch of your lips against his skin makes him shrink even before becoming conscious. You smile at yourself and playfully ask whether he is getting ticklish while your hand rubs his side. "You're so gorgeous in the morning, Binnie" you continue and then he finally says something back without thinking much. "Let me kiss you too, baby girl" His eyes are still pretty lazy to open up but his fingers reach out behind to catch you. He kisses you on the corner of your lips though.

➹ Inseong:

He shifts his position right after you hit with such a sensual approach. As he lays on his opposite side, you can see his half-asleep expression. "Want me to kiss you on the lips instead, babe?" you question with a mischievous smile on your face. No need to hear answers nonetheless. Your mouth lingers on his own and it brings him out of his beauty sleep. Your mouths naturally adjust at the same pace.

➹ Jaeyoon:

Somehow there's a hint of joy in his grunts as you lay noisy pecks all over his neck. His exposed skin feels hot, almost like fever, in a way that you wanna keep embracing him. Why does he never put on a t-shirt? Thank God he never puts on a t-shirt. "Morning" he greets you with a low, husky voice. His hand easily wraps around yours, which was already resting on his chest. You answer with your face still buried in the crook of his neck.

➹ Dawon:

He immediately wakes up not even letting you have your time inhaling his scent. He didn't think twice before flipping you around and asking questions about your plans for the new day. "My only plan was showering you with kisses in this bed" you confess letting some frustration slide on your sleepy demeanor. He sympathizes and slows down so you can lazily trace his facial traits and brush your lips against his plump ones.

➹ Zuho:

He is still slightly snoring in the morning when you snuggle onto him with your eyes closed. You instinctively start to rub your nose on his clad shoulder murmuring sweet nothings out of your sleep. Without noticing, you are half kissing half sucking on the skin of his neck. "It feels so good, princess" he admits after spending a minute just enjoying the suggestive affection.

➹ Rowoon:

It is easy for you to simply look up and have your lips touching the side of his neck. He likes to place you on his chest when you have the weekend reserved for yourselves. It is like he is protecting you from the monsters of the night or something. In any case, the color of his skin, a soft and sweet tan, invites you for kisses. He does not take long to wake up but lets you be. Just pulls your leg over his hips and caresses your thigh in silence.

➹Yoo Taeyang:

He turns to hug you as soon as you start. Boy goes all whiny, which only increases your will to keep kissing his graceful neck. He ends up waking up to leisurely wander his palm on the whole extension of your back down your butt as well as the back of your thigh. Your legs intertwine and you ask how he is doing. "Great, my angel. Better than ever" You smile as the feeling of pure bliss spread all over your being. He dips onto your neck.

➹ Hwiyoung:

Am I the only one picturing the silliest smile on Hwi's sleeping face? Sometimes you wake up to see him just smiling with his eyes closed next to you. You are able to feel his peace of mind. You decide to climb on top of him because he is irresistible, seducing you even in his sleep. It's not your fault that you wake him up with a bunch of warm kisses. "Don't stop, beautiful". these are his first words. You follow his wish and add a massage to his scalp as your mouth leads up to reach his own.

➹ Chani:

You will get tired of giving him kisses since he keeps unbothered. Slightly disappointed, you rub his chest and whisper in his ear. "You lovely little sloth". You giggle at yourself since his lips are still half parted and eyes loosely shut. He naturally wakes up after long minutes of you just admiring his angelic looks. "Did you say something?" he asks out of nowhere. "I called you a sloth half an hour ago but it was with love" He nodded and pulled you down to him wrapping his arms around your middle and surprisingly late reciprocating the earlier neck kisses.

#sf9 fluff #sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #youngbin scenario #inseong sceanrio #jaeyoon scenario #dawon scenario #zuho scenario #rowoon scenario #yoo taeyang scenario #hwiyoung scenario #chani scenario

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stylessupremacy · 3 years

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The Help Of A Mother

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while. So I proof read it and decided to post it. This is just a small blurb, I do plan on eventually writing one shots and stuff like that. I’ve been extremely busy so I’m not making any promises when I’m going to be posting again but I’ll try to post as often as I can. And please leave feedback on this piece so I know what I need to improve on in my writing.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: just pure fluff :)

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"Daddy"

Harry slowly woke up hearing the voice of his daughter calling for him. Harry assumed his daughter was awake from her slumber and wanted to come and cuddle with Harry for a little bit like they always do on the weekends.

When Harry went to reach over to his nightstand where he kept the baby monitor, he was confused why he couldn't feel it. So he finally opened his tired, groggy eyes to realize the baby monitor wasn't there. Harry started to panic a little bit thinking he left it somewhere else besides in his bedroom.

"Daddy!" Harry heard his daughter calling for him again but she sounded way too close, for her to be in her nursery.

Harry rolled over and was met with his baby girl looking back at him.

"Daddy!" Harper chirped and slung her arms around his neck.

"Hey bug," he said in his deep, raspy, sleep-filled voice, while he rubbed Harper's back and gave her a kiss.

After a few minutes of the two cuddling together, one question came to mind for Harry.

"Hey love, how'd you get out of your crib?"

"Nana!" Harper exclaimed.

"Nana's here? Well, how about we get changed and head downstairs to see her?" Harry said as he sat Harper back onto his bed while he slipped on some joggers and a t-shirt.

It all made sense as to why Harper was out of her crib. Harper's only two and hasn't mastered climbing out of her crib, much to Harry's liking. He'd love to keep her in her crib a little while longer because once she goes into a big girl bed, Harper isn't such a little girl anymore.

It also made sense as to why the baby monitor wasn't on his nightstand when Harry woke up. His mom must've came in and took it with her so Harry could get some extra sleep without being disturbed by either his mom or his baby girl.

Once Harry got dressed, he picked up Harper and felt her diaper. It was dry, so he just assumed his mom changed her when she woke up.

Harry and Harper started their adventure downstairs. When Harry took the first step, going down, he could already smell his mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes.

He remembered on Saturday or Sunday mornings when she'd make him and Gemma these pancakes. They were always their favorite. The pancakes were always a tradition in the Styles household when Gemma and Harry were kids. Anne wanted to continue the tradition with Harper.

Harry and Harper continued down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry spotted his mom by the stove where she was probably grilling the pancakes.

"Morning mum" Harry greeted while he got out a sippy cup for Harper.

"Morning sleepy head" Anne greeted while she finished grilling that last of the pancakes.

"I thought you could probably use some extra sleep, so I decided to come over and make some breakfast and keep this one busy while you caught up on some sleep," Anne said to Harry as she began plating the food for them.

"You didn't have to mum, but thank you, I really appreciate it. This one has been quite the handful for the past month since she just turned two." Harry joked while setting Harper down in her high chair and handing her, her sippy cup of juice.

"Of course, sweetie. We all need help sometimes, plus you know I'd do anything for this little stinker and you." Anne said while she set down a couple of pancakes, cut up into bite-sized pieces along with some chopped-up strawberries and bananas on Harper's tray.

Anne carried both their plates over to the table where Harper was already munching on her food. They both sat down at the table and joined Harper, and dig into their food as well. Harry was telling his mum about some of the new songs he's writing and just how life is going overall both him and Harper. Anne also shared with him what she's been up to, too since they haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks.

Anne was helping Harry clean up the kitchen and Harper was in the living room finishing her juice and watching "Paw Patrol." The show she's been obsessed with for the past couple of weeks.

Harper walked into the kitchen and pulled on Harry's pant leg. She wanted a cuddle and she wanted it now.

"Hold on bubs, I'm almost done," Harry replied since he was busy washing the dishes.

Harper didn't like that response, so she did what she thought was right in her two-year-old mind. She plopped her diaper-clad bottom on the tiled floor and started crying.

"Daddy!" She sobbed as she made grabby hands at Harry.

Harry wasn't purposely trying to ignore her or anything, he was genuinely busy washing the dishes. Harry gave Harper a talking to before about if he's busy and can't do what she wants, she just needs to be patient. But Harper's only two and is still learning, so Harry's trying to be patient with her to the best of his abilities.

Anne realized what was going on and gave Harry a hand. She stopped drying the pan and set down the towel she was using. She bent down and scooped the crying girl into her arms.

"Hey, Harper. Your okay, shhh." Anne tried her best to console the two-year-old.

Harry finished doing the dishes and decided to heat up some milk. Every time Harper gets upset, one way Harry gets her to calm down is by giving her some warm milk and snuggles.

Anne took Harper out to the living room while Harry finished getting her milk ready. Once it was ready, he walked into the living room where Harper was starting to finally calm down.

When Harry came into view for Harper, she instantly made grabby hands towards him.

Harry of course took her into his arms and sat next to his mum. Harry gave Harper the warm milk while "Paw Patrol," played in the background.

"Thanks again for coming over mum. Don't think she would've calmed down as soon as she did if it wasn't for you." Harry said to his mum, while he rubbed Harper's back in a soothing matter.

"Of course baby. I'd do anything for you and Harper. And sometimes you just need help from your mother." Anne said and gave a small smirk towards Harry.

Harry had always been against getting help from his mum since Harper is his responsibility. He always felt bad when he'd be last minute and need a babysitter, he'd call his mum and of course, she would say yes. I mean that's her only grandchild and she gets to spend some quality time with her, so of course, she would say yes.

Anne is proud of him for thinking like that, but she wished he'd take her help from her when he could really use it.

For the rest of the late morning, the three of them sat on the couch. Harper snuggled in Harry's warm arms, watching the tv. While Harry and Anne sat there and had a quiet conversation and tried not to disturb Harper.

Anne was happy to spend time with her son and grandchild. And Harry was grateful for the help of his mother.

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kuroos-babie · 3 years

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falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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luminberry · 2 years

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Prompt where a prey gets swallowed up by their preds roommate and they’re terrified of being digested. Especially when the Pred that swallowed them starts to get sleepy. But, their Pred comes back to see their prey in the their roommates belly. Chaos ensues 😨

FUCK YEAH FIRST PROMPT! woo!

gonna keep it gender neutral for the prey..and maybe males for the two preds? sdlkfj Under a readmore bc i dont wanna be one of those blogs who break scrolling for mobile users here. enjoy first person pov anon

readers the tiny!

The weekend was finally here and your friend had blown your phone up about coming over for a movie night and possibly a sleep over. Neither of you had seen each other in ages thanks to...well world issues and your job throwing you under the bus with overtime thanks to people leaving or getting sick out of the blue. So some time to just chill with that big nerd and his cooking for a few hours sounded like the perfect way to unwind.

You arrived a hour early to his place with a small grin on your face. He had a bad habit of swallowing you on first sight after being apart for so damn long due to getting so excited seeing you again. You really didn't mind it all that much since...well it was almost impossible to resist when you see just how happy having you in his hands made him, he practically purred with joy the last time you visited. Being with him always lifted your mood no matter what, he was always more than happy to make you feel better or just dote on you for a little bit...At some point you wondered if this was something else but gods forbid you would ever mention that to him. You just liked being around him honestly, you never met someone as overly warm and caring as him.

Walking inside though..you could smell some of his cooking wafting through the kitchen and called out as you slipped your shoes off and wandered inside the apartment to find out where he was.

"Ya'll came here a bit early, he's not here right now. Ran out because we were out of something he needed for cooking, should be back in about fifteen minutes or so.."

You knew that voice, it was your friends roommate. While you were friends with both of them this guy was...well something else at times. He was friendly but damn did he love to tease you at times...He also tended to tease about keeping you to himself alot. Your one friend knew full well you were scared shitless of staying too long inside his stomach and always asked when you wanted out. The fact that he took so much care to make sure you were comfortable and safe with him was something you were thankful for...His roommate on the other hand you knew was a bit forgetful..and tended to keep his "meals". You had the unfortunate luck of walking in on him in said situation more than once and it made you lowkey fearful of being alone with him when that hunger struck.

He seemed to know what was running through your head as you quickly found yourself being scooped up in his large hands, that sharp grin being aimed your way as you tried to politely ask him to let you down.

"Ah calm down a lil darlin, promise I won't do anything bad with ya. Just a lil bit peckish since I've had to smell all this good food cooking away for almost half the morning. So good it woke me up a lil too early..thought I'd have to wait a lot longer for something to eat....But then you walked right on in."

You protested saying your friend would be back soon, to which he just hummed before opening up wide and tucking you inside feet first. You fussed at him about it but he still hummed around you, gulping loudly around your legs and waist. It felt like seconds had merely passed before you felt yourself curling up in his stomach.

"Don't worry, I'll let ya back out whenever I hear the big goof come back home..Just gonna curl up on the couch for a lil with ya."

You smacked his sides, earning you a deep chuckle as your world tilted and shifted, his roommate settling down to get cosy on the couch with you tucked away nicely in his gut.

A few minutes pass and you idly wait to hear the front door open up...Any time now you'd hear it. His starved roommate in the meanwhile hadn't said a single word the entire time, he was usually pretty chatty you remember...

Until you hear a soft snore sound out above you. Immediately you start to punch and press out to try and wake him up, which thankfully works.

"Hey! Calm down in there damn...I said I'd let you out soon, just stay put..I'm listening for the door..Not my dang fault I haven't gotten enough sleep..I got work tonight, so just be a good snack for a lil bit and I'll take care of ya."

Any protests you had fell on uncaring ears as you heard the snoring start up almost immediately. This was quickly becoming a nightmare scenario for you...If he fell asleep fully or shifted to smother you, your friend wouldn't ever know you made it in time. You just wanted to spend some time with your friend, not wind up trapped in his roommates greedy stomach as a surprise snack!

You weren't sure how much time had passed, curled up in the warm darkness of your little prison made time pass by unknowlingly. You were hyperaware of your surroundings..of all the happy gurgling and noises the body surrounding you made....You tried to look on the brighter side of things..maybe your friend would save you before it was too late.

After what felt like hours, you faintly heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of your friend calling out to his roommate about being home again. You shift to press and yell loudly, trying to wake him up and get him to let you out like he promised.

Unfortunately for you, he was a heavy sleeper and your cries went unnoticed along with your thrashing. A minute or two of useless nonsense you could feel tears pricking at your eyes, he wasn't going to find you was he? You were going to get digested and your poor friend would never find out would he?? You just wanted to see him and spend time with that big goofy teddy bear of a guy, not this. The unfairness of it all renewed your struggles as you screamed in outrage at your predicament.

As you struggled inside his roommate however, your friend noticed something. You had left your shoes and bag near the front door like always..He wasn't one to miss the fact that your damn car was parked out front either..He had expected to see you seconds after spotting your belongings, checking the kitchen where you usually were when he was cooking and finding nothing, he began to wonder where you were.

Calling out your name he searched, quickly spotting his roommate passed out on the couch. They had woken up as he was leaving, giving a sleepy wave as the door closed shut behind him. It didn't take much for him to piece things together, specially as he locked on to his friends swollen and thrashing midsection. Running over he could make out your faint and very upset voice screaming for help.

Well..what happened next he blamed his roomie on, but on your end the world started shaking violently and not one but two voices started shouting as everything rocked. You almost cried in joy as you made out your friends irate voice amongst the chaos outside. In a few moments you were pushed back out and into the tub where your friend was standing beside his disheveled and groggy roommate.

"Oh thank fuck yer alright, I didn't think this dumbass would actually try eating ya while I was out."

"hey I told em I'd let em out when ya got back, wasn't really plannin on keepin em, I know how close ya'll are."

"Ya say that and I come home with ya snorin like a chainsaw with em freakin tha hell out inside yer damn gut. Ya deserve tha thrashin I gave ya..Ya know better than ta conk out with someone inside ya!"

"I know I know...sorry bout that..wasn't lyin bout bein sleepy though so..But hey yer out now so we cool darlin?"

You just sigh and smack him lightly on the forehead before just slumping into the tub, saying next time he ate you if at all..just make sure your friend was nearby to save you.

After shooing both of them out to clean up, your friend getting out some spare clothes you left for whenever he tucked you away you felt the panic leave your system at last. He had been fretting over you after getting you out safe that the food he had been cooking was almost ruined..As you walked back out into the living room clean and content, your friend called you into the kitchen.

"Look I'm real damn sorry he pulled that..I explained what was up and..well how yer not a fan of bein kept past tha safe point. He promised me he'd ask next time..If I give that greedy fuck a next time..Ya'll alright now though?"

You nod and he wastes no time in lifting you up for one of his gentle hugs. Somehow you were always surprised at how despite how big he was compared to you, he always gave you the most gentle embrace. Pressed against his soft chest you felt yourself finally go limp and relax against him, feeling him chuckle a bit.

"Wanna still watch tha movie? We can least get one or two in maybe.."

You knew he wanted to tuck you away himself, but after today he wanted to let you relax a bit before even broaching it. You appreciated the guy so much, and decided to let him do what he wanted as you made yourself comfortable in his hold. Although you did joke that you could walk when he refused to put you down, only to be told that he had to make up for lost time. You had a feeling you'd be tucked away by the time the first movie ended at this rate, not that you minded with him.

#g/t vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #vore writing

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fayeimara · 3 years

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Sakusa Kiyoomi || Quiet Corners of Our World

SUMMARY. A busy Sunday becomes something else entirely when your typically routine-loving boyfriend has some unexpected surprises in store.

PAIRING. You x Sakusa Kiyoomi

GENRE. Fluff <3

WARNINGS. Suggestive

Reader Request Part Two | This is a continuation of the story in Small Moments.

It's a small kiss behind your ear that wakes you up, along with a whispered, "Good morning, love." You turn towards the deep baritone, seeking its owner even though you've barely roused. Sliding one hand forward to squeeze in between the cool pillow and cooler sheets, enhanced by the press of Sakusa's head still lying atop it, your other hand finds his cheek even before you've opened your eyes. When you do briefly flicker them open, it's to meet his amused gaze for just a moment before the bright rays streaming in from your windows compel your lids to flutter shut again. There's an enticing aroma in the air and it's not just your boyfriend's aftershave.

Tilting your head up in a silent plea for his soft lips to meet yours, you hear a low chuckle instead before you feel something light brush the tip of your nose back and forth. A butterfly kiss. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth but quickly turns into a pout when he his teasing tone breaks the silence again.

"I'd like a proper kiss, love, wouldn't you?"

You nod with an assenting hum and it seems he'd anticipated your non-verbal answer because he's already continuing. "Then you'll come brush your teeth, won't you? I have a surprise for my little butterfly."

The words are still soft with temptation and your eyes peek open again, this one longer than your first attempt. This time, when you meet Kiyo's deep gaze, it anchors you to him as you fight off the last hazy remnants of your sleep. If only you didn't feel like you could lay there falling into the dark, mesmerizing pools of his eyes instead.

You're tempted to close your eyes again just to regain your equilibrium but it would be quite futile. That, and you're realizing it's Sunday, which means both you and Sakusa have your respective engagements for the day. Your mind wanders back to the previous day, an improvised but perfect lazy date indoors, which already seems so far from reach.

What if the two of you canceled your plans to pursue a whole, lazy weekend? Would the world stop turning? You smirk, tempted to be a little bad and see if you can convince Kiyo to join your sudden scheme.

"What's that little smile about, sweetheart?" You startle, realizing your thoughts have wandered while he continued to study you, holding your unfocused gaze. He has his own little smirk on his face, as though he's actually able to peer right through your eyes and view your most intimate daydreams.

A blush works its way onto your cheeks, you can feel the warmth even if you can't see it but you're definitely aware of his eyes tracking every miniscule change with that beguiling smile still curving his lips. You pretend to stretch out in order to hide your clearly telling expression, hoping to compose yourself again quickly. With your arms hovering over your face you miss his movement, only feeling the slightest shift before his fingers caress the now exposed skin at your stomach and waist.

"Kiyo!" You're jackknifing so fast in order to jump out of the bed as you reach for his wrist to pull his arm away but he's not done with flustering you when you're in your sleepy state because his other arm catches you mid lunge and you're drawn back against his hard body before you can even register that you're trapped.

Kiyoomi's long legs stretch out alongside yours, shepherding them with light pressure so that he can form a cage around you, finally complete when the hand with the wandering fingers enters your line of sight before dropping to your shoulder. Arms criss-crossed around you, one across your waist and the other crossing that space just below your collarbone, he finally leans in with a brush of his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers, "Didn't you want to stay in bed longer? Isn't that what you were just thinking... How you might convince me to stay?"

Even as your stomach flips at his seductive tenor, your face burns as you're caught at your own game before you could even begin to truly consider it. What a dangerously perceptive man you've chosen to call your own. And how like him to torment you when you're caught unaware. He had better be prepared for some payback. Much later.

"Ah..no."

"No?"

"No." You shrug as much as you can in his hold, thankful you're at least facing away as you boldly lie, "I was... thinking about you brushing my teeth."

You might have actually thrown him for a loop as he pauses and then, his flirtatious game forgotten, warily repeats, "Me brushing your teeth?"

Oh no. You can't laugh. But it's difficult as you can quite literally imagine the exact look of distaste on his face at this very moment. He might end up thinking it's an amusing or even cute concept some day but this reaction is pretty typical when he processes new actions that go against his natural instincts. Exactly why you chose this very visual.

"Mhm. You withheld my rightful kisses because you wanted me to brush my teeth first, didn't you?" Okay, so maybe there's a little payback for him sooner than you'd planned. Three birds, one stone. What a feat.

"So... you think I want to brush them for you...?" He trails off, completely unsure where you're going with this.

You shake your head, tone quite glib when you elaborate on your lie, "Not quite. I just imagined you might force me, like a bad puppy or something you apparently think you can order around. That why I was smiling. The imagery and all."

"You were smirking." He corrects with authoritative tone completely ignoring your subtle admonishment. Is that humour seeping back in, as well? "But if you want me to treat you like a pet..."

You jerk forward again, trying to slip his hold as he manipulates the conversation to regain the upper hand. This isn't where the conversation was supposed to flow.

"Not a pet, Kiyoomi."

"Really? If you like that stuff, I guess I can give it a tr-"

"It was a joke!"

"You sure, pet?" His amusement is back full force and you have to roll your eyes at your now failed attempt to regain your composure because, well, maybe you walked into that one by being impulsive.

"It was actually a lie, wasn't it?"

You stay silent, debating if it's better to just refuse to talk until you're completely awake with a cup or two of coffee to fortify yourself from your boyfriend's unexpectedly bold banter today. It seems like Sakusa is in a playful mood but you have no idea why, given that you each will be going separate ways for your respective commitments in less than two hours.

You find yourself suddenly lifted up in his arms, as he effortlessly carries you off the bed before swinging you up like a ragdoll, in a maneuver that ends with his arms cradling you bridal style as he walks you both to the adjoining bathroom. Now you're actually speechless, without deliberate intention, as you find yourself staring up at the elegant lines of his face, hands having wildly grabbed his shirt at the chest and behind his neck when he moved.

His dark eyes are filled with mirth as they connect with yours, "Your silence is incriminating, love. I may just have to follow through with your request in retaliation for ever uttering such a suggestion."

"I didn't ask-" You start of indignant but end up cutting yourself off as a thought occurs to you, "Wait. Do you actually like the idea?"

His eyes narrow down at you, face falling into his classic inconvenienced expression as if you've somehow disrupted his rhythm. Isn't it the other way around? Hey, you should be the one giving him that look!

"Of course not." His voice is clipped and slightly unconvincing.

When he finally sets you down on your feet, you lean on the counter to watch him as he reaches for your toothbrush, neatly squeezing out the perfect amount of paste on its bristles before letting it swing quickly under a soft, brief stream from the tap.

It's when he turns back to you, holding it up holding the instrument up to your mouth and going, "Say ahhh." as if trying to feed a toddler, that you realize he's actually going to try to brush your teeth. You suppose neither of you have been good at backing down from the others' challenge and it's placed you in odder scenarios than this. A giggle spills from your lips at how silly this one is and it's his small answering smile, with a mix of self-deprecation and good humour, that prompts you to obediently follow his instructions.

It's... intimate, to say the least. He's very methodical, probably too gentle, as he makes sure to count out the strokes at each and every side. You find yourself with rare minutes of being able to study him completely unfettered, starting with the tiny dent between his brows from the intense concentration to his task at hand. The way his head tilts and mouth purses between instructions to you is quite endearing.

But as his eyes wander up to yours, the bristles begin to tickle your gums, as if he's applying exactly the wrong amount of pressure, enough to make it unbearable so you're pulling your toothbrush from his fingers to finish the job with ingrained, thorough efficiency.

You notice he doesn't move for his own brush, watching you instead with a silly smile that no one else would believe Sakusa Kiyoomi could produce. When you finish, mouth clean and minty fresh, he leans down to present another butterfly kiss but this time you finally feel the soft melt of his lips onto yours before he pulls away again. Hm.. he's already brushed his teeth before you woke?

You can't help but tease, "So that's it, huh? I suppose my kisses were denied on account of morning breath."

"Not quite." He mimics your own words from just earlier and it has you arching an eyebrow in challenge.

"Mhm.. convenient timing to receive my first kiss of the day, then."

"Love, I would kiss you any time of day or night. There's nothing about you that could push me away."

The absolute certainty with which he says that makes it feel like your heart could beat its way out of your chest just to go claim its space in the undeniable warmth of his.

But.. "Then why use it as a bribe?"

Instead of answering, Kiyo curls his fingers around yours to draw you back into the bedroom as he throws over his shoulder, "It's probably cool by now, so it might be a little late but..."

And with a little gesture, he reveals the source of the heady aroma that you couldn't place earlier, the savoury scents of grilled fish, rice, and miso soup permeating your room, scents which now feel quite familiar and easily placed once you see the prepared breakfast tray perched on his side table.

"Oh Kiyo.. breakfast in bed?"

"We missed it yesterday and I was up early so I wanted to surprise you." He sounds a little disheartened but you've never been one to shirk food even if it's not piping hot.

It couldn't have been sitting too long either, it hasn't been more than ten minutes since he tried to wake you, maybe fifteen. You move back to the bed, careful to fold the soft down duvet to the lower half of the bed. It's a pretty big step for him to bring such spillable and worse, stainable, meals into your room, let alone on the bed.

You look him over carefully but truly can't find a single tell that it's bothering him, so you accept your tray gracefully, seating it on the bed between you both as you notice two pairs of chopsticks. A shared breakfast in bed. While he's long since gotten over his aversion of sharing food, at least with you, it's definitely a monumental milestone and an incredibly romantic gesture in his special way.

It's over this new shared moment that you're tucking away in your memories, that Sakusa give you his biggest surprise yet.

"I've canceled our plans for today." "You ca- our- what?" You're at a loss for words, wondering what's prompted these sudden impulses in your typically steadfast boyfriend.

"I've canceled out plans for today and made us new ones."

You're speechless again, in the calm face of Sakusa Kiyoomi, who has managed to spend the little time you've been awake completely blindsiding you with new experiences and developments. Why is he pushing himself so?

"Baby-"

"Love. Don't question it. Just follow my lead, yes?" His question is so openly trusting, as if the only answer you can give is an affirmative yes, that it takes your breath away. This man..

"...yes."

The first place Sakusa takes you on what you've now realized is a second attempt at your much anticipated but canceled date from yesterday is far more extravagant than the simple park picnic you'd planned. The two of you spent about an hour's car ride before finally arriving at your destination - the breathtaking botanical gardens you're now strolling through.

It's everything you imagined and more, having never had the chance to visit previously, and it's the perfect time to see almost all the flowers at their very peak, in full, resplendent bloom. The air is heavy with the natural fragrance of the vast gardens, the scents tantalizing without becoming overwhelming, possibly due to the natural paths that divert from extremely aromatic sections at just the right pace and lead into refreshing contrast of scents as you weave through each of the different environmental hotspots.

Even Kiyo has his mask tucked down under his chin, the clean air and lack of crowds enabling an easy freedom from his usual concerns. You trail through most of the flower gardens in the southeast portion up to the northeast corner of the sprawling land before spying a maze of many tangled trees, all twisting and twining together in various formations.

As you approach, letting go of your boyfriend's hand to pull slightly ahead, you realize it's actually been cultured to grow as a real, living maze. There are arched entrances made from the same twisting bark, strands about the size of your wrist or smaller twining to cover more surface area in specific spots. You duck through one of the entrances to explore, marvelling at being able to hear Kiyoomi so clearly as he calls to you in exasperation to wait for him.

You don't intend to, of course, because you're delighted to discover this little marvel and that excitement only heightens your urge to tease and play with him a little. You're certain he's picked up his pace, hot on your trail as you duck through many different types of 'doorways' and 'windows', sacrificing your sense of direction to barely keep ahead.

He remains mostly quiet, calling your name softly every now and then, but you're undeniably attuned to his fall of his steps and continue to choose the direction that will take you most opposite him so as to avoid sudden junctions where the gnarled maze might allow him to cross your path in his pursuit.

As the sounds of nature start to dull around you, as if soaking into the depths of the maze, you realize that you too have already traversed further than you intended. It becomes more difficult to identify Kiyo's steps around you, lush grass growing steadily the farther in you seem to progress, even the curled branches seem to soften but you soon catch on to the reason why.

Soft buds are now visible and as you go deeper still, you encounter their full blooms, sprouting in a light pink blush. The path is more linear now, with almost no more forks or diversions to choose from, and before you realize it, you've arrived at the center of the maze. Directly in front, at its very heart, stands an elegant marble gazebo adorned with the same pink flowers yet with a complimentary mix of pale white and even dark red flowers threaded through, their striking petals peeking out as if from behind a latticed shield.

You've stopped entirely, taking a deep breath in as your eyes land first on the layered fountain, also gleaming marble, beyond the gazebo and then quickly shift to what's in between the two structures. Two wrought iron benches sit facing each other so that one only has to turn their head to each side to admire a different view and on one of the benches is what seems to be an abandoned picnic basket. Between the two benches sits a pastel picnic blanket, spread out with more than enough room for two.

You feel Sakusa's quiet presence behind you a second before his arm loops your waist and his smug whisper reaches your ear, "Caught you, little butterfly."

Your mouth drops open as you realized how deftly and thoroughly you were enticed into and maneuvered through this seemingly random maze. He really does know you too well, this beautiful man.

"You planned this?"

"You wanted a picnic, didn't you, love?" You don't have to see that small, satisfied smile of his to hear it in his tone. He's practically glowing with the success of achieving his goal.

You suppose, since you had to cancel the reservation at that special restaurant yesterday, he might have felt compelled to make it up in some way. At this point, however, everything starts to overwhelm you and the light sting at your eyes warns you that one of your rare, emotional moments might just intrude on this small moment.

It's Sakusa, grasping your chin to turn and tilt your face up to his, who answers your unspoken question, the one you need answered.

"Not a single moment for this day was planned from guilt. I just.. wanted to make you as happy as you make me."

"But Kiyo.. are you happy?"

He pauses as if to contemplate his current state but when he answers, he's clear and unhesitant, "I'm so incredibly happy, love. I get you all to myself in our own little corner of the world."

There's something about his words that sparks a memory of a thought you had yesterday, when you made what could have been considered sacrifices for him but was really an incredible, restful day you thoroughly enjoyed yourself from the very moment you'd committed to it. Fair enough then, you trust Sakusa to be unfailingly honest with you and can do nothing more than accept his genuine words. It would be a waste of his careful, meticulous plans to let any doubt ruin the day.

He leads you forward through the beautiful gazebo, moving slowly so you can admire the dedication that has gone into cultivating such a striking space, before helping you down onto the blanket. Once he retrieves the basket sitting idly by on the bench, because it was not in fact an abandoned item but a planned one, he rejoins you on the blanket so that you can examine the contents as you help him lay out the spread.

Incredible, he's somehow got your favourite food and drinks together, from substantial meals for you both, to delicious dessert, and even the drinks have remained chilled in the heat of a midsummer afternoon peak.

Hm.. "How exactly did this get here? You were with me the entire hour it took us to make our way up here and I would definitely have noticed you carrying this."

"I had some help."

"Not going to elaborate?" You give him your most pleading look, you actually think you have an idea but your curiosity is more focused on confirming your guess between several most likely possibilities.

But he just smiles and it's almost maddening when he replies, "No. I'd rather talk about what portions of the gardens you still want to visit. I definitely don't want to rush you but I was hoping to leave before it gets completely dark out."

"That's about three hours, right? "

"Yes, love."

You consider what you know of the gardens for a moment and then with certainty, you answer, "There are only two spots I'd like to see before dark. The butterfly garden and the pools, the ones they say make you feel like you're on some other, magical world."

"That's perfect," Sakusa reviews his mental map of the gardens, "They're both on our way through the loop that'll take us completely through the rest of the gardens. It shouldn't take us more than maybe an hour and a half to finish our tour here once we're done lunch."

You hesitate, something on your mind from his earlier statement about leaving before it's too dark, but decide to say, "There's also a whole section fitted with beautiful lights that turn with the sunset, it's been described to be mystical, like finding fairies playing in the gardens..."

"We'll be able to enjoy that on the way out, love, I've already checked."

"Oh." You pause for a moment in both surprise and appreciation, "You're just so well prepared today, aren't you?"

He arches an eyebrow with indignation, "When am I not?"

"Hm," you let out a chuckle at his expression before clarifying, "I mean, with the finer details of the date, Kiyo. You usually leave that to me?"

"Are you disappointed so far?"

"I'm as far from disappointed as I can be, baby." Without knowing, you answer Sakusa with a smile he's seen countless times today.

It's a stunning one but that's not what's so special about it - it's the very smile he loves to see adorn your face, this expression of complete joy and abandonment. A testament to your free spirit thriving even anchored to his grounded beast, the two of having met in the middle to ruin each other in the best way possible.

The remainder of the afternoon flutters by as you and Kiyo finish your meal before following the plan of action you discussed. The butterfly conservatory and oasis of pools are as breathtaking as expected, creating a multitude of small, precious moments for your memories. The fairy lights quite literally seem to be out of this world, almost as if you've been transported into a beautiful fantasy that's really just another perfect little corner of your shared world.

When you finish up at the gardens with the sun having set, you find out that Sakusa has yet another surprise in store for the day as you both first head home to change into semi-formal outfits. He looks decadent in his black silk button up and you finally get to wear the stunning cocktail dress he gifted to you on your last birthday.

You're moved to tears for the second time that day when you realize where he's taking you for dinner, the very restaurant you had to cancel the reservation for the day before. The same restaurant you both shared your very first date together, back when it was still a little known but elegant spot, long before becoming as popular as it today.

It's there, as you sit on the towering balcony, so unnervingly close to the skies and under a carpet of twinkling stars that you feel you could almost reach out and brush, that Sakusa finds his breath becoming shorter and hands shiver with nerves, as one slips into the pocket of his slacks to brush against the small velvet box that he's carried with him since your third month together.

There have been many small, perfect moments today, ones where his hand slipped in and out of his pocket as he debated if it was the right moment. This weekend has been an unexpected whirlwind of worthwhile compromises but the best example of why he knew, that very day he was drawn to step into the jewelry store, that there would never be anyone else he wanted by his side more than you.

It's at this small moment, in this quiet corner of his world with you, that your eyes meet his with your brilliant, perfect smile painting your lips, and Sakusa's hands suddenly still. His breath evens out, certainty calming his thoughts as his answering smile curves at his mouth. There's no doubt that with you, every moment is exactly the right moment.

A/N: Surprise! It's your date with Sakusa (adorably planned by Sakusa) <3 :D This is partially why completing your request took a little longer - I'm honestly so happy to be able to explore writing a request (so excited that I made it two oop-) and as I've mentioned by now, you were my first lol so I really wanted to make sure it was commemorated with something special. Also, how could I give you only just one or the other with the love of your life? He's literally perfect and has a piece of my heart too so once I thought about how to fulfill your request and landed on the first part, the second just kind of bloomed from it. An expected date turning into a lazy day and now a day that begins lazy but is really the most thoughtful of surprise date days planned by the man who treasures your love... I really hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for and that you enjoyed reading <3

Vibe. Oh, and in case you're curious, I had Daydream in Blue by I Monster on repeat for these :)

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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KILLING ME - 12 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : mentions of blood and brutality. For future chapters, major character death(s).

words :

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

K.M masterlist

A/n : this was supposed to be a longer chapter. The Tumblr was bring problematic since three days. This is not how the chapter was supposed to end but i couldn't post anything longer than this so i had to make changes to end it on a surprise tone like other chapters. I hope you still enjoy it.

Was he asking for too much?

His unsteady hand rose and fell, internal monologue stopping him from knocking on the door. Johnny wasn't sure how he even ended up outside taeyong's door. One second he was fighting with his thoughts and the next second he found himself jumping out of his car, almost ready to confront the person behind the door.

He took a deep breath and was about to drum the wood when the door opened from inside, taeyong's sleepy figure greeting him instantly.

"John. Why are you here so late? Do you need something?" from red pressed strikes on taeyong’s face, anyone would have guessed that he had been sleeping.

“Johnny! I’m talking to you.” he waved his hand in front of johnny’s distracted eyes.

“Huh”

“Do you want something?”

“y/n.”

Your life was back on the wagon. Not truly but with a few exceptions here and there, it certainly felt like the old days. You were in chois on weekdays and took tuitions on the weekends. You met your friends while visiting the library and everything felt quite normal. Even with a few oddities, that being the five day training sessions with Jungwoo, some new people in your life, a residence that you felt happy coming back to, absence of someone that you’d never grown a liking for, everything was smooth. Just like before. The only thing you missed was some time. Time for yourself. Though you lived alone, which was a luxury nearing its end, you barely got a few minutes alone with your mind and that was something you craved more than the drink shoved in your hand at the moment.

You loved your friends, without any doubt, but they lived with the bad habit of disregarding your feelings, feelings that said you would be anywhere but the restaurant you were sitting in.

“y/n is going into hibernation again.” minjun’s voice broke your trance.

“What did you say?" You challenged him but he cowered in his seat and turned his focus on the soggy french fries instead. When he silenced, yugyeom spoke up,

“Yo y/n. Don’t scare the child. Just drink away your sorrows. The wine is quite expensive here. If you are making me pay then at least make it worth it."

Suddenly, Jungkook's loud snorting caught everyone's attention as they all quietened, waiting for him to reveal the reasons for his action. Swirling his burgundy glass, he chugged the last bit of the drink before leaning backwards in his chair, relaxing himself.

"Now what's the drama with You" Yeong grumbled, clearly intoxicated.

"She's already hammered" minjun giggled.

"When are you going to invite us to your house y/n?" Jungkook chimed in, a smirk plastered on his blushed face.

"Oh yes. Ms. Lawyer no more l-lives i-in the d-dorms." Yeong hiccupped, losing the grip on the bottle of soju. Yugyeom chuckled at her antics before snatching the bottle away to avoid any fuss.

"I also meant to ask you but you are never available for more than an hour or so. Are you doing alright" gyeom shifted his chair towards you while keeping a hand on his girlfriend's back.

You didn't know how to reply or what to trump up so they'd stop pestering you. However, you had no other choice than to continue with the streak you had started a few months ago.

"Of course i want to have you there but my roommate is very, how to explain, very bitchy. He got this corporate job and he-he works from home so I'm supposed to pretend like I do not exist and keep quiet. That includes no outsiders as well. It's gonna be like this for a few months i guess"

You mumbled the last part.

You averted your eyes but didn't mean you could've escaped their intense judgemental gaze. You repeated the whole lie that you recited to arrange it in the box of deceit that you were filling since the commencement of these stories. Forgetting any of these would mean shattering their trust. And that was exactly what you were supposed to protect.

Once reiterated, you gathered how foolish the sentence was. Had it been said to you, there wasn't a chance of putting your belief in it. But your company was drunk enough to believe it; two of them were enough to carry the whole table.

"Wow. How horrible of him. We should take y/n with us yugy. She'd be happy and she can invite anyone." Yeong low-key let out a little drunk growl to press her point.

Yugyeom cooed at her before replying,

"And where will you live? Our apartment has only two rooms and both are occupied. Where do you plan to settle down instead?"

His question made her think harder than she ever had in life as she picked at her jutted out lower lip.

"Laundry room. You and me, will live in the laundry room because y/n needs a nice home."

"I already have a nice home yeongie." You took the opportunity, got up and reached out to pinch her cheeks, "but you won't know unless you are sober. Take her home, yugy. I'm also sleepy so I'll get going. See you on Tuesday."

" It's already 11. Let me drop you home." Jungkook suggested, startling you.

"No It-

"Yeah you drop her. I'll take Yeong and minjun home but help me in carrying their asses to the car please." Yugyeom pleaded. He left the bills on the table and took Yeong in his arms. You expected jungkook to do the same but he passed minjun your shoulders instead,

"Wait for me outside. I have to call someone first." and he walked away, his lover grinning on your shoulder like it was the funniest thing in the world but you were fine as long as their drunken state saved you from some heavy confrontation. The only person left was jungkook and you had the perfect idea to dodge him as well.

"So the same place or are you staying in the dorms this weekend?" He asked, driving out of the busy street.

"Just drop me at the nearest bus station. I'll ta-

"Nakamoto residence or the dorms y/n" you almost choked on the air as the word left his lips. Taking a bus home had seemed like the perfect plan but you had overvalued your common sense. Again.

"What are you talking about?" With hesitation evident in your voice, you muttered.

"Do you really think you'd go to a random house in front of me that I know nothing about and you'd be left alone without questions. I was there until the door was opened by someone. You really thought I'd have left you with a stranger. But i knew something was fishy when the receptionist told me that it's a home sweet home of Mr and Mrs nakamoto. Now spill before I get yugyeom to ask in his own way." He shifted the gears in frustration, your relaxed persona bothering him to no end. Getting jungkook wokred up wasn't a grunt work. He was like a matchstick, always ready to be ignited by any possible frictional surface.

"It's not what you are thin-

"Don't lie please," he started, words dangerously polite, "If he's your boyfriend then there's no need to hide y/n. We would always be there to support you. When, how, why, i don't want you to feel pressured to answer me. Just because you go around with no commitment tag doesn't mean we'd judge you if you ever got in a relationship. We love you. Make us part of your life like we do. Can't we just expect that much."

You gulped at how disappointed he sounded. He was right. You needed to include them in your life adventures but how were you supposed to explain him the riots you were dealing with. How were you supposed to spill everything without him getting his sword out. That would only lead to more troubles than you had the power to deal with. Trouble for you, him and for everyone who'd be passed that secrecy.

So you begged, for some more time until you'd be more than comfortable to let all of them into your present life.

Like every other word, this was also a lie that, in the first place, you never chose to proceed with.

He might have give in to you, but you knew eventually you'd have to muster up the courage to answer him and that day would decide another turn of your future.

And you would make sure, inter alia, to shift the wheels in a more likeable direction.

“Use your fists!”

Jungwoo’s grip was strong. His one arm was holding your waist and the other was around your neck. It was painful but you knew he wasn’t going to let go easily this time. This was the third consecutive scuffle or demo fight with him within the span of the last forty five minutes and having lost the last two, awfully at that, expectation of some mercy was not very demanding on your part. But only if he would grant that! You heard his chuckle as you wriggled in his hold. He was clearly having a lot more fun than you were. There was no way you could’ve applied renjun and hyuck’s advice but you still tried to follow their vague instructions.

“Bit his arm and turn.”

“No, don’t. Turn around and hit his torso with your knees.”

Bit him?

Halting your movements, a low grunt left your lips as you lowered your body and pressed your teeth on his flesh. He screeched and immediately retracted his arm. Taking advantage of his loosened grip on your waist, you whirled around and raised your knee to strike at his upper body. In an instant, your hands fell on your knees and you inhaled a harsh breath, regaining your strength. Jungwoo, on the other hand, was curled up on the floor like a baby. You wanted to laugh at him but the more astonishing thing was the lack of any noise from your cheerleaders. Right from the start, they were rooting for you like you were earning them some hard cash and now that you had done exactly what they had wanted, they were silent.

“Wha-

you opened your mouth to speak but their lack of attention held you back. Their eyes were fixed at Jungwoo,who still laid where he had landed.

“What did you do?” renjun shrieked.

“Exactly what you told me to!” you replied with heavy breathing.

“We said torso!”

“Yes and i hi-

Mechanically your hand slapped your face as you noticed the position of jungwoo’s hands. You had, mistakenly, kicked him in the groin which only meant more trouble for you.

“Save me.” you mouthed to hyuck and renjun while approaching jungwoo.

“Sorry teacher.” you mumbled.

He remained quiet for a few seconds and didn’t make any movement. When he did, you took a few steps back, afraid of his wrath. Palms down on the mat, he sat up and with painfully quiet voice spoke up,

“Looks like you won. Good j-job. I think i need to visit the medical room. You can go and celebrate.”

“Does it pain too much” pointing to his crotch and averting your eyes, you asked.

“No. not at all but i might need to adopt your kids someday. You know if i can’t make my own.”

“Sorry” you cried.

“Dismissed.” his civil tone, probably due to the ache, glued you in the position.

When you didn't move, donghyuck came, took you by your arm and guided you for the door.

"He's just being dramatic. Just chill. Another hit and he'd be good to go." He giggled and was soon joined by renjun as well, who was now crouching down in front of jungwoo.

"You sure?"

"If he doesn't then you can always give him your baby. Ofcourse after asking your husband." Only after he rambled, he realised what he had actually said. His face screamed surprise. To save him from spiralling into deep shame, you eased him by cutting off his apology,

"Ew hyuck. Give him one of yours if you want. Don't come for mine!" And you exited the door.

You were halfway through the basement when you realised the lack of your device. Running back, you were about to shout when you overheard their gossip.

"No, I'm telling you she meant to injure me so i won't teach her anymore or this might be the revenge of all the weapon training. Her knee is stronger than jeno's punch. Don't laugh at me you shits."

Jungwoo was whining.

"Haha. Yeah ok. But i told you renjun, she's physically stronger than her. Kind of totally opposite." Hyuck's voice quietened at the end but before he could speak further, you interrupted,

"Like who hyuck?"

Their faces went blank at your question and the reason of sudden heaviness in the air was beyond your contemplation.

"You don't want to answer? Fine. Maybe it's not my place to question." You simply stated before circling the mat to pick up your phone from the chair.

"No. It's not li-

"It's fine hyuck. Chill." You shrugged and walked away, deciding against pestering them for information that they clearly felt too uncomfortable to share.

"You need a fucking lock on your bloody mouth." was the last thing you heard before they were out of your hearing.

What was the need to ask something when you knew you won't ever get an answer out of them. Everyone was beyond friendly with you but still, there were some borders that nobody dared to cross. Maybe the mention of that woman was one of them. Fear of some unknown ghost of embarrassment was swallowing you whole when you heard grunts. Loud ones. You were still in the basement, the scuffle center being at the far end. The stairs were in front of you. The snarls and growls were coming from the other end of the basement. The election wasn't hard and you didn't want to give in to your curiosity but you did. Your feet, not cooperating with the voice in the back of your head that told you to turn away, took you ahead in the direction of the noise. Though the residence consisted of only one plot but the basement covered two. Unknown to everyone, the house next to B.N was also their property and it was only utilised for the underground space. Hence the never ending lane and the countless closed metal doors.

The echo got louder with each step you took. It’s been more than a month since you were visiting the basement but those noises had never crossed through you until today. The end doors were forbidden for you, according to what you were told but now that you were exposed to it, there was no chance of ignoring. No prudent person would ever overlook such a thing. That was the justification you were repeating as you took baby steps.

All the doors were closed except one at the very far end. You thought about peaking inside then halted as if your conscious called you. The whimpers also stopped for a minute or so but your heart skipped a few beats when a collision following with painful shriek reverberated in the empty space. The door, slightly ajar, was just a few strides away but you were too startled to even back away from your position. Same pattern of hit and shouts continued again. Unaware of the happenings, you stood there as If you were waiting for someone to separate you from the concrete beneath your feet.

Adding to your distress, the metal door opened abruptly and you realised, you were again at a place where you weren't meant to be.

"What are you doing here?" Jaehyun's growl broke you out of the unconscious state you had fell into. Mechanically, you eyes roamed across him to notice a body lying on the table inside the room, strained cries escaping his lips. The limp body was enough to put two and two together to conclude that he was being tortured. He was a victim of jaehyun's wrath.

"I asked what ar-

"Y/N!" he picked up his hand to touch your shoulders but you distanced yourself when you noticed the stains covering his clothing and hands, the blood red prominently visible even under the low light.

His gaze caught yours in time and his eyes softened noticing the fear in your body.

Very slowly, he reached out for you but immediately stopped, taking a note of your quivering lip.

"Hey. It-its not blood. I ca-can explai- Y/N!"

The yells of your name covered the whole arena as you rushed away, leaving a dazed jaehyun behind.

"Who was it jae?"

Jaehyun saw your trembling figure diminishing while you ran away from him as if you were disgusted by him. Not that he expected any other reaction, some good time has passed since someone innocent had came across their work. To say the least, it was never pleasant to have someone witness their harsh manners.

"JAE!"

"Y/n. She saw the body and also the blood."

He mumbled to ten whose visage, upon hearing, instantly mirrored jaehyun's.

"What about him?" Ten pointed to the man, "he's not speaking shit"

"Finish him off if you want. I need to handle something else now"

You raced as fast as you could have. You had never thought of yourself as a weak person but the sight was gruesome to just disregard and walk off. With shaking legs, you finally made it upstairs but the ringing, only became more earsplitting. Your hand harshly rubbed at your chest as you tried to defuse the tension bubbling in your whole body. After what felt like minutes, you covered your ears as if it would stop the ringing. It certainly did not but surprisingly it was muffled. You removed your hands and the blaring returned again. But this time, you laboured yourself to look into your surroundings. You saw chenle, jisung, jaemin running back and forth from the kitchen while doyoung seemed to be scolding jeno for something. Few others were also there, cleaning the couches and spraying some fragrance in the air. Everyone seemed to be their own turmoil, origin was which was yet to be known.

That's when it hit you. Maybe your ears weren't booming due to fright.

"Chenle"you screamed at the passing boy, "do you hear this sound?" You pointed your fingers in the air to exaggerate your point. He merely nodded before he went past you and the very next second the noise was reduced to mere buzzing. You inhaled sharply to regulate your heartbeat but failed due to the ruckus that enclosed you. Suddenly jaemin emerged,

"Why are you so disheveled? Go and change from these workout clothes. Uncle is outside. Didn't you hear the alarm." Only Half of his words entered your head and before you could come to your senses, you were interrupted again.

"Y/n my girl!" Whipping your head, you saw a familiar figure entering the threshold.

An old man that you surely had seen somewhere.

His voice was a lot stronger than his aged body which he was dragging along with the help of a walking stick.

Jaemin nudged you to greet him and you complied as soon as could have in your current state. Only when you got closer, you realised he was the same man you had met in the office celebration. You haven't seen him since then but he looked significantly weaker than before. Even with dark circles present, his face still was still shining with the smile he wore as he staggered inside.

"How's life treating you my kid" he asked, patting the empty space on the couch. You took the seat and replied in a small voice,

"I'm good. Everything is nice."

"Why am I smelling Jasmines this late in the evening?" He sniffed the air and galred at doyoung, " Do you take me for a fool? One thing! Cleaning. that is the only thing i ask of you. There are- how many of you are present since the morning. Answer me doyoung."

The man barked and doyoung muttered a sheepish apology, his head dropping with shame.

"Each one of you is nonsense. If you'd just clean up your stink once in a while, you'd save your money on the thousands of spray bottles you buy every month. But you thick heads only know how to shoot and punch. Now get me a glass of water before i die of this fake flowery smell"

He shouted like he owned the place and Maybe he did. Your mind and heart were not aligned up to comprehend the simple scenario that took place before you, the dizziness coming and going with intervals.

Then you were called again.

Looking at your right, your saw jaehyun standing, his face ridden of any colour.

You noticed his new shirt. There was no blood on it. His hands were also cleaned and you were stunned at how quickly your eyes were running on his body to find any trace of what you saw in the basement a few minutes ago.

"y/n, i need to talk to you"

For the first time, jaehyun's words were directed towards you without any poison in them.

You still didn't wish to face him so you moved yourself to face the old man.

"Y/n ple-

"Now you don't even greet your own father jung jaehyun."

He spoke with a steadier and louder voice that felt like it was only meant for jaehyun. The contrast in his tone was striking.

He was jaehyun's father.

"Sorry dad. I have something imp-

"I called you in the morning to inform yuta and taeil and yet i do not see anyone here. Do i need to die for you to respect me!"

You couldn't believe your ears when jaehyun answered in shuddering tone.

"Yu-yuta is not here."

He sounded like a child responding to his teacher, scared of some evaluation.

"Then call him."

"I mean he's away on business dad."

"Civil?"

It was like hearing Morse code.

"No."

"You sent him on a target place?"

"No. He's in Nice to collect information."

"Wow. Can you please clap your back for breaking the only sacred rule this family lives by?"

The silence in the extremely large living room was suffocating. This time, except you, everyone else was scared. And it still wasn't of any help.

"How dare you send a family man away on anything remotely dangerous. I thought you all were careful after taeil's incident but no. Nobody cares enough t-

Before he could complete, shaky coughs engulfed his body. Somehow, jaehyun grabbed him the moment he was about to fall from the couch. Doyoung ran for the kitchen while xiaojun, who was always too swift in his movements, came to the living room with a medical box.

You weren't sure what was happening with him or why he was being treated like some high mighty force or why he was so adamant on bringing yuta back but you could only pray that his wish won't be granted.

You weren't cruel but you were sure he'd be able to survive without that piece of shit roaming around.

You couldn't lose the few weeks you had without him.

Taeyong hands clutched yours like his life depended on you.

"Please please please y/n. It's been over a month since he's gone. I never withdraw from a deal. But this is an emergency. Uncle doesn't know you both were forced. He is a soft and weak hearted man. We cannot afford to tell him anything like this and clearly this would be seen as a betrayal to him. You both are nothing like what he's told but he doesn't need to need. He's the only father figure we have. Please just this time. I promise I won't ask anything from you after this. You do not need to live with him. he'd be here until two months are over. Please."

You lifted your brow at his last sentence and liberated your hands from his, feeling his trembling fingers.

"I don't see the need to lie anymore, taeyong. You can tell him the truth and be over with it. If he has jaehyun as a son, he must be used to hearing blatant lies. This won't be the only one, I'm sure of that." Crossing your arms, you coldly said.

"I know you hate me but please y/n. You know how it is to lose the only family member you have. We have no one besides him. Never had anyone before him. The least we can do is keep him happy until it's too late. Please. Just this time."

Gobbling down each word, you merely nodded at him. If it weren't for his glossy eyes, you'd have threw up on him right after the first pleading but you weren't heartless like him. He was right. You knew how it felt to lose your loved ones, a fate you would never wish upon anyone. Not even the person you despised the most.

"Thank you. I owe you this one kiddo." He hugged you and you pushed him away.

"Let me call him."

"Yuta!"

"Hmm"

"You need to come back immediately "

Taeyong spoke with urgency.

"Nope. I still have Three weeks and two days left." You heard his non-chalant words through the speaker.

"Yuta it's abou-

"Sorry I'm busy with my french girls. Call you later and please forget to take care of yourself."

And he hung up.

A smirk formed on your face watching the grim expressions of taeyong.

"Good luck convincing him and while you are going to explain him the difference between the French girls and the French monkeys he has mistaken as women, why don't you explain me what exactly jaehyun does in that other end of the basement. I love some good stories, taeyong. So let's hear how good of a storyteller are you!"

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 30

Weekend 3

Harry waited for a whole minute before the door opened, revealing a very dishevelled Louis.

"Sorry, I was in the shower."

"You forgot I'd come early?" Harry asked making his way inside.

"Not really, kinda woke up late and everything else was late too. Tea?"

"Now?"

"Ah, there's no time for tea sweet Harold. I'll make 2 cuppas."

Harry watched Louis move about the kitchen picking up containers and cups while Clifford tugged at his trackies.

"Get off me Cliffy. Go play with Harry."

Harry whistled and the furry little animal came rushing to him.

Harry picked Clifford's ball from the ground and started playing with him.

"Sugar?"

"No."

Harry walked around the couch and flopped himself down on it.

Soon enough Louis arrived with two hot cups and handed one to Harry.

"Let's get the movie started."

Harry was fascinated with the new character that was introduced in 'Iron Man 2'. Natasha Romanoff. He was taught to say st interview that this would be his favourite character, but now he really liked her.

He watched in awe as she displayed her fight skills. Louis loved the reaction. Nat had always been one his favourites and he missed her terribly. Seeing Harry liked her too made him happy.

Harry sat motionless for a few seconds after the movie ended. Louis smiled to himself and got up with the cups, when Harry started.

"I don't mean to impose but can we watch another movie please."

"What? Really?" Louis chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm hooked."

"Can't blame ya," Louis answered from the kitchen. "But aren't you hungry?"

"A bit yes."

"Let's have some food first."

"Oh I was supposed to teach you."

"Don't worry about that, I had my helper cook lunch for us."

"Oh cool."

"Just wait for 5 minutes while I heat em up and we can go back to the movie."

Harry happily nodded and petted Clifford, who was sprawled next to him on the couch.

Harry helped Louis bring the food to the table and Louis put the 'Thor' dvd on.

Harry met the fourth superhero and instantly fell in love with the blonde god of thunder.

Harry practically started clapping as the movie ended and immediately looked towards Louis with a question in his eyes which Louis immediately understood.

"Another?"

"Yes, please."

Louis huffed a laugh and went over to change the dvds.

He put 'Captain America : The first Avenger' on Harry met the fifth superhero. He was absolutely taken by Chris Evans and his eyes watered at certain scenes. Harry Styles is a proper human afterall, Louis thought.

Harry and Louis picked up the plates and walked over to the kitchen sink, talking among themselves, Louis trying to excite Harry more about the next movies. They did the dishes in companiable silence, despite Louis insisting Harry didn't.

Harry didn't mind. He enjoyed spending time with Louis.

"Lou--" Harry drawled ever so slowly, "I was thinking--"

"If you say one more movie I'm gonna kick you out," Louis laughed.

"It's hard to wait."

"You need to give your eyes some rest. By the way, you could stay for dinner. It's almost time." Louis added after a pause.

"Yeah, you're right," Harry said, glancing at his wrist watch. "I guess I overstayed, I should leave."

"Hey, no. I mean you could have dinner with me, unless you have other plans."

"I don't."

"So...?"

"Okay I'll stay a bit more."

"Cool. But you have to cook this time."

"Oh now I get it. That's why you wanted me to stay-" Harry teased, "-you can't cook."

"And all the shops have been destroyed due to zombie apocalypse. Please stay and cook for both of us?"

"God you're so dramatic," Harry managed between laughter.

"You're one to talk."

"Oh shut up."

Harry buzzed about the kitchen finding ingredients. They'd decided on spaghetti. Louis followed the little instructions Harry gave every now and then and watched Harry deftly cook up a wonderful smelling meal.

A warmth spread over Louis' body as he thought about how this could easily be something he could get used to.

Harry was an amazing cook. "I'm a bit of a chef myself," he'd said when Louis complimented him on his skills.

"We've got to do this more often," Louis said finishing his meal.

Harry smiled brightly at that. "We shall."

Louis let Harry feed Clifford and put him in his corner for the night.

Harry seemed reluctant to leave so Louis asked, "do you still wanna watch it?"

"Yes, I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I don't."

"Okay I'll put it on. But it's the last one."

"Yayyy okay."

Louis laughed lightly at Harry's excitement and went on to put the 4th movie of the day.

He put 'The Avengers' on and plonked beside Harry, this time forgetting to keep the polite distance in between. Harry didn't seem to mind so Louis didn't shift away.

Harry's previous reactions were nothing compared to his current ones. Even Louis got goosebumps when the six Avengers took position, despite having watched it so many times before. Harry grabbed Louis' upper arm in excitement and Louis had to fight the smile that was threatening to creep on his face. They stayed like that for the entire movie and by the time it ended, Harry realised he'd been holding Louis and tried to subtly move his hand hoping Louis wouldn't notice. But ofcourse he did.

"Got a bit carried away there, Haz?" Louis teased lightly.

Harry could feel his cheeks heat up and struggled to find words to reply.

"It was mind blowing Lou."

"I know I know. There's still do much more."

Both of them were too tired by the end of the movie, despite the excitement of it all.

Harry yawned and that set Louis off too.

"God it's so late, I didn't even realise."

"It's okay Harry."

"I should go now."

"Wait, it's pretty late and you're too sleepy to drive. I'm not very awake either. You wanna stay over?"

"No no I don't wanna be a burden Lou."

"Shut up, it's no big deal. I'll get the guest room ready in 5 minutes."

And Harry stayed.

Louis returned after a while to inform that the guest room was ready and that he'd set out a pair of his t-shirt and trackies for Harry to change into.

Harry changed into Louis' clothes and couldn't help smiling at the way his stomach flipped.

He poked his head in time to see Louis entering his room.

Louis stopped when he saw Harry in his shirt. His over-sized tee fit the taller boy perfectly.

Louis' face looked like he wanted to say a thousand words and Harry was dying to know what it was but Louis settled for a smile. "Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Louis."

Harry would have thought more about the implications of the situation if he wasn't so tired.

Harry was confused for a minute to wake up in an unfamiliar surrounding before he realised where he was. His heart raced at the thought that he'd just spent the night at Louis'. It was platonic ofcourse. Even though Harry wished Louis was rather in bed with him--

His chain of thoughts was cut by a soft knock at the door.

"Yeah, come in," Harry said in his sleep ridden voice.

"Goodmorning Harry. Hope you slept well."

"Yeah, thanks Lou," Harry said taking the cup of tea Louis handed him. "What time is it?"

"Uh, almost 10."

"What?" Harry sounded frantic.

"Why is there a problem?"

"No I mean I had some work. Shit, I gotta leave."

"Just have the tea first and freshen up. I'll let you get ready."

Harry quickly freshened up and made a dash for his car, telling Louis he'll call later.

When Harry left, Louis knew he was in deep trouble. He'd asked Harry to stay over and Harry actually had. This was anything but normal. He had to talk to someone about it immediately. Zayn.

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