#i totally did not almost forget to make a post about his birthday..

[galaxynajma]

It’s his birthday today … say happy birthday to him 🔫🔫🔫

[cythiraeth]

cupid's chokehold! - i. e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x al-haitham, cyno, xiao (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: the exact moment (or process which lead to it) when genshin men knew that they are head over heels in love with you!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, not proof-read, lighter (?) and more free form of the work this time!

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: ehe, long time no see! i'm back to life and posting, so to start i picked something that was easier to write and is slightly in a different form than my previous works, however, i hope you'll like it :> also, i'm still waiting for any work requests, so if you have any idea, feel free to messege me!!

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1.5 k in total

 al-haitham

seeing you in a pretty, elegant outfit, probably some kind of dress or suit, maybe showing your collarbones or it just being mesmerizing,  it's up to you how you imagine a perfect fit ;) he is just PHYSICALLY UNABLE to take his eyes off you! the usually calm and collected al-haitham forgets how to use the ability to speak for a brief second.

the moment you left the room in which you were getting ready as he was waiting outside, he almost gasped out loud

i mean literally, this man's brain stopped working for a second

you two were supposed to attend tighnari's birthday party, and while he didn't consider it a occasion to wear something elegant, you did the opposite 

that's why he was left so speechless. because he was caught by surprise! he thought you would wear your casual clothes just as he did…

but it happened, you wore one of your favorite outfits for special occasions, and he was flabbergasted 

of course it's not like your look was the only reason he has fallen for you! he was definitely considering it many times before this happened, but he was living in denial.

"no, i don't actually have feelings for them. they make me feel comfortable, i crave hearing their voice or laugh and i care about them a lot, but no, we're just friends" - probably al-haitham to himself at some point in his life.

but this time, he couldn't explain his feelings in any rational way known to man. you were so stunning that his eyes shined uncontrollably when he laid them on you. he was so busy studying your silhouette, your face and your hair that he didn't even hear your first question, which was:

"and? how do i look?" you asked, opening the door but still keeping your hands on the doorframe and leaning on it. you were slightly blushed because it was quite embarrassing to let him see you like this, but if you were to be honest, you were also a little bit excited to see his reaction

so when he didn't even answer you and remained indifferent on the outside, the slightly raised corners of your mouth drooped

you just weren't aware of what he's been experiencing on the inside…

because his heart started pounding a little bit faster and he was ashamed of it but on the other hand you looked gorgeous and he couldn't stop himself from thinking about what would he do if you were in relationship

(he had such a strong urge to kiss your hand like a gentleman for some reason)

"what? do i really look that bad?" you asked after you have swallowed the bitterness of your first impression

"sorry?" he said, blinking, your words drawing him out of his reverie, "did you say something?" 

you snorted, annoyed by his behavior, assuming that he probably couldn't care less about your look at the moment, but at least he should try to pretend he does 

but oh, how wrong you were…

when you repeated the question he only murmured something under his breath in response, so you decided to let him be

you noticed he got sweaty all of sudden, it was probably too hot for him inside, you thought, so you took the last things and you two left the house.

in reality, he wasn't feeling hot because of the temperature of course, but he was just as surprised by his own actions as you were. surprised in a slightly different way though….

cyno

talking with tighnari... he found all his confidence to talk to him about his possible feelings for you, that he could not recognize and tighnari was left speechless because of how innocent and lost in his feeling cyno looked

he was probably hanging out with tighnari someday, maybe they went out for a dinner, and somehow the topic of conversation has come down to you

for a long time he was hesitant to talk about his feeling towards you out loud but today he decided he'd try discussing it with his friend

because if not tighnari then who would be a suitable person? surely not you 

also, don't think that he was aware of what he's feeling. HAHA, no. he would never 

"what in your opinion y/n thinks of me…?" was his first question. he tried to choose the words carefully and say it in his normal tone but even a small sign of arousal in his voice was enough for tighnari to notice that something is up

"and why are you asking?" he wanted to make sure that his interpretation is right

"no reason in particular," his answer was quick, those words escaped his lips uncontrollably, so he had to add something "i just consider them a close friend and i want to know if they do too."

tignari almost started laughing out loud, but he controlled himself.

close friend? oh man, he is so clueless…

"are you sure that they are a "close friend?"" he was actually having some fun but at the same time he just wanted to smack himself on the forehead, he couldn't decide 

"well, definitely not a "distant friend"" 

that's it, that's the moment when tighnari smacked his forehead 

"i'll pretend i didn't hear that," he tried to be serious, but it wasn't easy. "listen, you look at them like they are your entire world. that's the kind of look people give to their lovers, not close friends!" he finally said it out loud

cyno had to blink twice to process what was just said.

he. in love. with you? 

maybe? i mean, he always cared about your opinion about his jokes the most and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you… but he thought that it's normal for friends to feel this way. and to steal glances at you person when you aren't looking, and to read every book you recommend him…

"you say so?" he finally asked, resting his chin on his hands "then maybe you're right," he admitted out loud

"FINALLY" tighnari couldn't hold it any longer… he was SO relieved that his friend won't be acting like he is running around in the fog anymore… right?

"and why are you so emotional about it?" cyno was genuinely confused (pls help this man he is often so clueless)

"because by now even collei knew"

xiao

 when you kept coming back after all of his attempts to push you away. he wanted to protect you, protect you from him, because for a human it would be better to stay away from his karmic debt, right? but when you remained determined to get closer to him no matter how many times he tried to disencourage you, he slowly realized that maybe, just maybe he can let you get closer to his heart than he ever let anyone to be.

in his case, there wasn't any particular situation that made him realize his feelings, it was rather a complex and long process (not really a chokehold then but shh…)

he knew you for several months despite of his numerous attempts of cutting any ties he had with you

it was just that… you were stubborn. but not in a regular way, no. your stubbornness was much less invasive and annoying, and it manifested in your constant willingness to get closer to him

however, you never imposed yourself nor did you try convincing him! you were just visiting wangshu inn regularly, maybe tried striking up a conversation a few times, even just sitting in silence was enough for you

and because of all those actions he never felt overwhelmed by your presence! actually, after some time, he just got used to it and secretly started liking it

however, there was always this silent voice in the back of his head that he shouldn't be doing this and that he's forgetting himself

so definitely, when he slowly started thinking of you in that way at the very beginning he was IN SUCH A BIG DENIAL that it's almost unbelievable 

alright, he admitted it to himself, but swore to N E V E R talk to anyone about it, especially and above all, to you.

he just decided to act as if those feelings didn't exist, that's all. and it went like that for quite a long time unfortunately… (at least you can be sure that he keeps his promises at all costs!!)

and after some time, when he was surprised that they didn't just go away, a certain thought crossed his mind…

he started thinking about what ifs and imagining what could happen if he theoretically decided to tell you about his feelings 

(he spent another few months on that though)

at some point he just couldn't look at you without seeing you both holding hands in his mind or stand next to you without the urge to put his hand on your shoulder (of course only in private, he would never do pda…)

but still, his karmic debt… 

he was so torn between those two thoughts (there were two wolves inside of him)

but as you expect, after months of his internal struggling, and your consistency in getting closer to him and encouraging him to open up, he let his feelings win for once in his long life

(take good care of him because he deserves it)

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 23.11.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3

tw: brief reference to domestic violence

One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.

He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was due to domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.

Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.

It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:

It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.

"What're we up to in here?" he asked.

At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.

“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”

Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”

And then he added, “Jim.”

Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.

“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.

And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.

“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.

“Did you not have a dad?”

“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."

"Why?"

"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."

It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he want), but just like how they don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.

“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.

"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”

Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.

“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.

Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.

“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.

“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”

“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."

"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."

"You're a good dad," Moe told him.

"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"The best dad."

“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”

“He can hear it.”

[dustofthedailylife]

No Gift Greater Than Love

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Pairing: Alhaitham, Ayato x (gn!) Reader

Summary: It's your birthday so he plans to spend some time with you.

Tags: Fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst/uncertainty at the beginning if you squint, confessions, kissing, Ayato is being a smooth talker

A/N: I wanted to write a little self-indulgent fic for my birthday today, so here it is. Posting an HSR fic as well later! :3 I also can't add an animated header because tumblr hates me again so, sorry about that! ;_;

ALHAITHAM

You rarely ever took a day off work, not when you were sick, not when you were tired, and especially not when you had so many deadlines coming up. And knowing the perfectionist you are there was no way you’d even rest for a single day until everything was set and done. Only then you would allow yourself to rest. 

So you sat there, at your desk, on your birthday, with your head buried in your books and no other plans but to study all day long. But besides that, you still hoped your friends didn’t forget you and would at least come by to wish you a happy birthday or send you mail. 

Because despite not wanting to make a big deal out of your birthday and running around being like ‘Hey, did you know, today is my birthday?’, reminding people that it was your birthday and expecting gifts, you at least wanted some birthday wishes from your friends. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? Especially after your own brother forgot your birthday last year, which despite having a great day made you cry back then.

So you were positively surprised to find letters from your parents, your brother, Cyno and Tighnari in your mailbox on the morning of your birthday. Kaveh had stopped by before he visited another one of his clients as well to drop off his – quote: “magnum opus of birthday cakes”. Which was essentially just a one-by-one model of your house in cake form - with some additional tweaks he must’ve made out of artistic liberty here and there. It looked almost too good to eat.

Tighnari and Cyno both sent you a small gift and a letter with birthday wishes as well.

The only one who hadn’t yet sent anything or stopped by was Alhaitham. Not like you expected him to actually treat today any differently than any other day in the first place. Birthdays weren’t exactly something he cared about. Yet, despite knowing his attitude towards them, you felt disappointment welling up inside of you. You secretly hoped you would be his exception. But apparently not.

Swallowing the lump in your throat down you dove head first into your study materials to distract yourself. Successfully. Because before you realized the sun was barely just a thin line on the horizon and a knock could be heard on your door.

You peeled yourself away from your desk, stretching your exhausted limbs on the way, only for them to tense up again when you saw who was standing in front of your door. Alhaitham.

“You look tired.” He remarked monotonously.

“Good evening to you, too.” You rolled your eyes, but without being able to suppress a small smile. After all, you knew his antics by now and his blunt statement came out of a place of concern and care. He simply huffed in reply, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a barely noticeable manner.

However, you couldn’t help but wonder about his visit. Could it be that he stopped by because of your–

“Do you still want to go grab dinner?” He inquires, stopping your train of thought.

Right. It was Thursday. The day you usually meet up at the Tavern after work to get dinner with your other friends every week. It totally slipped your mind since you were so buried in your studies all day. Of course, he didn’t stop by just because it was your birthday, stupid.

You nod in reply to his question and quickly grab your keys before following outside into the still-warm and muggy fall air. It smelled like damp leaves that had begun to fall and spices that always seemed to hang into the Sumerian air. It had already gone dark and the moon was hanging high in the sky, framed by a myriad of little sparkling stars. You had always loved the night sky, especially on cloudless nights like tonight.

“Do you mind if we do a little detour?” Alhaitham questioned out of the blue.

“Uh…, no not at all.”

“Good.” He nodded his head to the side, urging you to follow him to wherever he planned to go.

He began walking up the ramp to the Akademiya again, which caused you to assume that he must’ve forgotten something in his office earlier. But when he walked right past his office door and led you outside again you were beginning to wonder.

You were now standing on a secluded balcony. On it stood a blue pavilion with a mosaic roof and a single stone bench that offered a perfect view over Sumeru and the beautifully illuminated night sky.

“Beautiful…”, you mutter in awe.

“Agreed.” Alhaitham mused contently. What you failed to notice at the moment however was, that, unlike you, he wasn’t referring to the view you were referring to. He was looking right at you out of the corners of his eyes.

“I didn’t know there was such a beautiful place up here.” You exclaimed in surprise, leaning on the railing of the balcony.

“I often come here to read. Not many people know of this place.”

You could definitely see why he loved this place so much. But one question began to push itself into the foreground of your mind more and more.

“Why… did you lead me here, though?” You questioned curiously but interrupted yourself when a shooting star appeared in your field of view. “Wait, was that–? Alhaitham, did you see that?”

You turned around excitedly gifting him a smile. And the shine in your eyes sparkled more intensely than the stars in the night sky ever could.

“Close your eyes.” He urged. “Make a wish.”

You grinned widely, turned around to face him, and closed your eyes.

“You have to make your wish too, though.” You reminded him teasingly.

“I already did.”

You tried to think of something to wish for. Especially after being led here you couldn’t think of anything you desired right now. 

Do you? Are you maybe not betraying your own thoughts again? 

No. You didn’t dare to think about what your heart really yearned for. What it truly desired. It would never come true anyway. Alhaitham would never feel the same for you. 

He didn’t even remember your birthday today.

You were just friends.

And yet you couldn’t get the image of kissing him out of your head, continuously replaying in front of your inner eye. No matter how hard you tried to push it away.

There was no way you could wish for–

You felt him inch closer to you. Leaning one hand against the railing behind you while the other hand brushed a strand of hair out of your face before he rested it against your cheek. Spearmint breath and the tangy smell of moss and pines from his aftershave ghosted over your face. He was so close by now that you could feel the heat that radiated off his skin and his breath fan over your lips.

For a moment you thought you could hear that his breath was shaky. Was he nervous?

Your mind was racing a thousand miles per hour at this point, and so was your heart. The irritated muscle was thumping against your chest with such ferocious intensity that you feared he may be able to hear it as well. Question after question and speculation after speculation popped into your mind, completely overwhelming your senses. 

What was he doing? Why was he so close? How long have you had your eyes closed already? What was his plan? All of these were questions you found no immediate answers to.

You slightly parted your lips in order to speak and were just about to open your eyes again when he muttered something. 

Happy Birthday.

Something that made your breath hitch and heart sing as your lips molded together, fulfilling what you had both wished for.

AYATO

You’ve been on your feet since roughly 4:30 a.m., running up and down the halls of the Kamisato Estate to help the Retainers with the preparation of the most important political meeting all year.

Much to your dismay it had to fall exactly on the day of your birthday and had to be held at the Kamisato Estate. Which meant you wouldn’t get to see Ayato for most of the day and had to spend it alone. Well, mostly. The staff, Ayaka and Thoma were still there, too, but just like you, they were busy helping as well. All hands were needed today.

Ayato woke up around the same time you had and wished you a happy birthday first thing before already having to rush out to run errands.

But you understood the importance of the ordeal and were not mad or disappointed. Which seemed to have not gotten through to Ayato yet, who seemed extra touchy today whenever you ran into him in the hallway this morning.

Just now as you were carrying some items into the huge room the conference was supposed to be held in, you walked past Ayato in the hall once again.

Gloved, slender fingers suddenly found a place around your waist and turned you around. One of his hands wandered to the back of your head, pulling your face against his chest while he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He stayed quiet for a moment, soaking your presence in, and exhaling heavily before uttering yet another apology into your hair.

“My love, please forgive me. I’m so sorry we are not able to spend all of today together to celebrate.”

“How often do I need to reassure you that it is alright, Ayato? I’m not upset in the slightest. In fact, I understand the importance of this. It may be my birthday but at the bottom of it, it is just a day like any other.” You reassured, burying your face deeper into his chest and basking in his warmth for this fleeting moment while inhaling the familiar flowery scent that always seemed to linger around him.

You heard him sigh before you looked up at him. He pressed his lips together into a thin line, before kissing the crown of your head once more with a defeated look in his eyes. One that carried all his thoughts and emotions at once. You knew he was sorry, it was practically written on his face. 

Sorry, that he couldn’t spend your day with you, that he wasn’t able to give you all the attention to deserved, and that he had to waste his precious time away with some boring politicians.

The hand that rested on your waist gave you another reaffirming squeeze before he peeled himself away from you again with a slight frown on his beautiful features. The sadness and disappointment still lingered behind his lilac irises. He was definitely beating himself up over it way more than you did.

“Okay.” He nodded in defeat. “I will see you in the evening, yeah?”

“Alright!” You cheered, giving him an honest smile. “And stop beating yourself up over it, okay?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands with his for one last time before going back to work. 

You continued helping out around the Estate until all the guests arrived and the door to the room all of them vanished into stayed shut. You expected them to stay in there at least until the late afternoon, if not even the evening.

And you were right, the sun had already begun to set when you felt a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist from behind again. You had been sitting outside in the garden and reading your book, soaking in the soothing late summer breeze while eagerly awaiting the end of Ayato's meeting.

"There you are." You hummed contently carding through the soft pastel blue locks of your husband who had his head buried in the crook of your neck. "I missed you."

"And so did I. It's been a long and exhausting day." He spoke in a low voice, as if he was about to drift off to sleep any minute, and slung his arms impossibly tighter around your midriff.

"Let's go for a short stroll to the city, my love. Will you join me? It doesn't sit right with me that you had to spend your birthday in solitude." He proposed in an afflicted tone.

"Aren't you too tired for–"

"I will not hear any objections." He interrupted, lifting his finger against your lips with a smug grin. 

And so you found yourself strolling through Ritou hand in hand. By the time you had arrived, the sun had completely set and the paper lanterns illuminated the streets, draping a comfortable blanket of yellow light over the surrounding area.

It was a quiet night. Just how you preferred it. No massive crowds of people you had to squeeze through, no queues in front of restaurants, and no one who would stop you to talk to Ayato. Just you, him, and the cicadas in the trees that bemoaned the encroaching end of the summer.

"Do you want me to get us some milk tea? I saw that my vendor of choice is still open." He asked when you sat down on a bench underneath a tall maple tree just out of sight of potential prying eyes and not far from said vendor.

"I'd love to."

"Anything specific you’d like me to get?"

"You choose.” You smiled brightly. “Surprise me.”

“Alright. Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”

You watched as he made his way over to the stall, carefully studying the menu with squinted eyes and a hand on his chin. You bit your lip and laughed to yourself because, as always, he was taking this tea business way too seriously.

Eventually, he picked an item before going right back to studying the menu as if he wanted to burn the letters themselves, into his retina. The vendor was visually nervous to be serving the man in front of him in fear of messing anything up and was twirling a straw between his fingers to calm himself. Until your husband finally decided on the second drink he wanted to order.

The vendor carefully handed the drinks to Ayato and promptly refused when he was offered Mora in return. Ayato skillfully ignored the man and promptly put the coins inside the tray before walking back in your direction with two cups of tea in hand.

“So, what did you get for me?” You quizically raised your eyebrows at the drink he handed you.

“I guess there is only one way for you to find out.” He smirked, taking a sip out of his own cup.

You carefully did the same, subconsciously expecting something like salty algae tea with sea ganoderma pearls, because you knew your husband and his strange tastes. But alas, you had signed up for it.

But unlike what you were expecting, black milk tea with a tinge of honey and sunsettia pearls enveloped your tastebuds soon after. Your favorite.

You hummed and closed your eyes with a smile, raveling in the refreshing taste of the beverage, making you forget how lonely you had been most of the day.

“You chose well.” You contently stated after a brief moment of indulging in your tea and looked at Ayato with a smile.

He inched closer to you on the bench with a devilish smirk painted across his lips. He shifted your chin upwards, making eye contact with you for a fleeting moment before uniting his lips with yours in a tender, loving kiss. And after all this time, it never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter about wildly.

He gently took your hand in his as he began to carefully twist the wedding band around your finger. He looked up into your eyes, a sly smile adorned his lips once more before he smugly whispered: “Of course. I always do.” 

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[watchmegetobsessed]

AND THE GRAMMY GOES TO

A/N: this is literally just a little something i thought of upon seeinf this pic of Lizzo recording Harry lmao

WORD COUNT: 698

SUMMARY: The moment Harry wins another Grammy.

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“And the Grammy goes to…” Trevor Noah starts the big announcement as he opens the envelope and the whole room goes eerily quiet.

You have your eyes glued to the stage, you’ve forgotten about how uncomfortable your dress feels around your chest (note to yourself, corsets only look good, but they are straight from hell when you actually wear them). You’re holding your breath while both of your hands are gripping Harry’s underneath the table and his hold is just as tight, his palms sweating as you all wait for the winner’s name to be dropped.

You allow yourself to peek at him and you see his blank stare, but you know there’s a whole tornado behind it, his mind is probably racing faster than ever and you almost miss how he is anxiously kicking the foot of his chair as the silent moments tick by.

When you look back at the stage you see Trevor opening the envelope, but instead of saying what’s inside, he looks behind, as if he was searching for someone and when he steps over to the adorable old lady in the line behind him, you already know.

Harry won.

He won another Grammy. 

“Har-Harry Styles!” the lady screams and you jump to your feet, unable to control your excitement any longer.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you scream and jump around, like a deranged football fan after her team just won. Everyone around is cheering and clapping and you look at Harry who has his face buried in his hands, his shoulders gently shaking.

“Baby, you won! I’m so proud of you!” You practically jump on top of him and he finally lifts his head, all his happiness reflecting from his eyes as he jumps to his feet and gathers you in his arms, squeezing you so tight that air gets knocked out of your lungs, but it’s okay, because you want to feel it all, you want to feel his pride and happiness in the moment he deserved so much. 

“You did it, H! I’m so so so proud of you!” you bounce in his arms before he pulls back and his lips land on yours, probably for the first time ever at an event like this. There are thousands of people around you, but in that moment it’s just you and him, sharing this magical experience he earned.

When he lets go of you to accept more congratulations you keep jumping and clapping with your hands up in the air, screaming in happiness and then you spot Lizzo behind you, her phone in her hand as she records your reaction.

“He won! My man won another Grammy!” you scream into the camera, making her laugh before it’s her turn to hug the winner himself. You’re out of breath by the time Harry heads up to the stage and you have to fix your dress so you don’t flash on national TV.

“Oh my God, this is amazing,” Lizzo laughs next to you and peeking over her shoulder you see that she is watching the video back, you’re acting like you just lost your mind while Harry is just hugging everyone one after the other.

“Don’t you dare post that anywhere,” you warn her, but you already know from the look in her eyes that she won’t gatekeep this one.

“Oh babygirl, your birthday is coming up, right?” She laughs like a maniac as you gape at her, pretending to be shocked, but before you could say a word Harry’s voice is heard coming from the speakers. 

He starts his totally random acceptance speech, rambling on about how thankful he is and how much this means to me, his gaze keeps flickering down at the award in his hands and you’ll never forget that smile that’s etched onto his face in that moment.

“...so, thank you so much and, erm…” he looks up, eyes swiping over the crowd before landing on you as he continues.” I wouldn’t be here without you.”

It seemed like he was addressing it to mostly his fans, but from the way his eyes were piercing into yours, you knew that it was meant only for you.

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[sugar-omi]

Piggybacking off your last hc. Step 4 Cove DEFINITELY repays the favor when you are older. He forgives but he won't forget it. Once he gets more open and smug about it he waits until you aren't expecting it.

"Now you understand how I felt." With the biggest grin on his face. Absolutely ruining you for the foreseeable future.

YES YES YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IM ALWAYS THINKING ABT !!!! i think this is from after i posted *this post. this draft has been sitting here awhile, im so sorry....

tags : NSFW, gn reader, dom/top cove, mayhaps a tad ooc, high libido cove+reader,

older cove becoming more confident in pleasing you, becomes less shy about all his desires and how much he wants you.

and now it's his turn to ruin you.

afterall, you edged and overstimulated him so many times. you've shamelessly begged for just one more round or "just let me get you off once, please?" and you two still ended up sneaking away from your friends or family for a quickie.

now it's his turn to beg for a quickie before you go to work.. "i'll make it worthwhile so please?..."

between those puppy eyes and the promise of the best head you could and will ever get in your life, you can't exactly say no~

even if he doesn't end up pulling you into the bed for a quick round before work, you end pulling him in.

one morning you were showering, cove on the other side of the curtain, fluttering about trying to get ready for the day

and you really did try to ignore your urges. you thought if maybe you just waited for him to finish brushing his teeth, you could shower in peace.

but distance makes the heart grow fonder, even if the only distance is a few feet between the shower and your bedroom, and your heart is your aching sex.

even when you slip your fingers into your cunt / wrap your hand around your cock, it isn't enough. you're e just fucking yourself on your fingers / into your hand so pitifully you can't ignore it anymore

cove almost laughs when you call for him, all pitiful needing him, needing his cock. anything. you just need him to make you cum

he'd be so torn between giving in and fucking you over the counter, and hopefully he either isn't dressed or isn't wearing his best pants because otherwise they'll end up soaked in water

doesn't matter, though, since he gets to see your lewd satisfied expressions in the mirror, and he gets to see you limp, melting into the counter after you finish

but he'd definitely consider leaving you pent up..

kisses you and tells you that you can do it when you get home, and if he's feeling bold, he'll outrightly tell you that if you behave, he'll fuck you once you get home <3

mmm we talked about this a long time ago, but not being able to cum without cove...

after all those years of bringing cove outta his shell sexually, practically training him to please you, and making him crave your body...

you didn't realize you were doing the same to yourself.

after all, you were the one fucking cove senseless and practically milking him.

sucking him off in the middle of your date, all the hot birthday sex, fucking him or being fucked by him...

oh and especially when you made him cum over and over again, pulling all you could from his poor cock until he all but sobbed about how he couldn't cum again

you loved how much he craved you, spurred on by the raging horiness of most teenagers, the two of you feeding off each other in that way, and hs tauntilizing partner

but now it's totally backfired on you, now you just feel restless when you finish by yourself. almost needing your boyfriend in order to have a satisfying orgasm

and some nights you do, more specifically the nights you and cove are apart

doesn't matter which one of you is away for work or just on a trip, cove preens when you call him, all breathless and needy, trying and failing to get yourself off

encourages you to tell him more, tell him how you need him.

i wonder if he'd make you facetime him so he can see how needy you are, see how much of a mess you make of yourself

promises to fuck you once you or him gets home

oh and he holds up to that promise, the luggage hitting the floor and he closes the door louder than he'd have liked, and fumbles to blindly get the locks and chain done up

will fuck you until there's tears in your eyea, if not rolling down your cheeks.

if he ends up fucking you all night, and you finish many more times before him..

well you did help build up his stamina, so you can't really blame him for being able to keep it up so long

he'd be happy to remind you of it as well!!

he'll have you caged between his arms, his hips pistoning into yours, the bed hitting the wall and you're on the verge of tears...

all while he's growling about how you spent so long teasing him, almost using him for a fucktoy when you were helplessly horny in the dead of night

how you used to always pull him aside or sneak in, how you two would take advantage of every second you had alone...

although he's happy to be gentle, that way he can enjoy pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, and can devour the sight of your lewd expressions and loud moans

don't feel bad, though, for corrupting your sweet boyfriend, you two are soulmates after all, so you two can handle each other in desperate times like these, right? <33

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet(Chapter 10–All Falls Down)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, angst, grinding, fingering (f.), oral (m.), marking, cursing, alcohol consumption, fighting, mentions of puking, i probably missed something there's so much that happens

Summary: in which everything comes crashing down

Word Count: 4.5k

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(a/n: finally got this posted)

You're really not one to eavesdrop, but when Sora closes her locker and brings up Mingyu, you can't help but listen.

"I don't know Sohee, it's like really weird. Mingyu and I haven't had sex yet and I'm getting kind of impatient," Sora says.

As much as you disliked the girl, she was absolutely right. Mingyu and Sora have been dating for about a month now and they haven't had sex yet? Mingyu going weeks without getting laid? Something was off.

Of course, you wouldn't really know. You've hardly spoken to Mingyu in the past few weeks. You could feel him slipping away slowly, but your conversation on your birthday confirmed everything. It was hard not to notice the odd tension when it first started. You both knew things would be different after you finally got with Wonwoo, but you hadn't expected it to be this different.

You haven't had a full conversation with him in nearly a month and it bothered you. He hardly made eye contact with you whenever you were within 10 feet of him. The most you got were half-assed greetings when you were with Wonwoo or another member of the team and Mingyu happened to be there. Besides that, all you got from him was radio silence.

"I thought you guys hooked up at Seungchol's like two months ago?" Sohee questions.

Sora sighs and leans against her locker. "We did, but we didn't go all the way. And it's been that way since. Like it was sweet at first because always wanted to give and like never receive, but like I want more now. You know?"

Sohee nods. "Maybe he's just not ready."

"I mean yeah, maybe you're right. It's just like, he's Mingyu, you know. Like before me it was pretty common knowledge that he's fucked around and he didn't stop halfway. It makes me think there's something wrong with me," Sora sighs again.

"Yeah but you're forgetting that before you, Mingyu like, didn't do relationships. He's a guy, so fucking other girls wasn't that big of a deal. But now he's actually dating you, he probably wants to go slow and make it special when it happens. He's gotta be like totally in love with you considering you actually managed to tie him down in a relationship," Sohee explains.

You hide your face in your locker as Sora leans her back against hers. "Yeah, you're probably right."

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Wonwoo lays on your bed, staring at you from behind as you do your makeup. You're so focused on yourself in the mirror that you fail to notice that he's rolled off the band and started creeping up behind you.

You jump when his arms find their way around your waist. "Relax baby, it's just me."

"You startled me," you reply, leaning into the mirror as you finish applying your mascara.

"Sorry baby," he plants a kiss on your neck. "Just wanted to know when you were gonna be done. Uber's gonna be here soon."

It's Friday night again, and Wonwoo's come over again per usual. However, it's one of the biggest game of the season on Saturday afternoon. To get everyone excited, Hoshi decided it would be a great idea to host a party.

Getting the entire team drunk the night before a big game may not have been the most practical, but it absolutely wasn't going to stop the boys.

" 'M almost done," you say as you finish applying your mascara. "Promise."

He places another kiss on your neck. You watch his body fall back on your bed with a soft 'thud' in the mirror. It brings a smile to your face.

"Is Mingyu gonna be there tonight?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Probably," your boyfriend replies. "He's still not talking to you?"

"No," you sigh. "It's fine I guess though."

"Hmm," he hums. "We'll have our own fun tonight since he's still in a mood. I can talk to him if you want."

You shake your head. "No it's okay. It's not that big of a deal, he'll come around."

You fear he won't. Wonwoo doesn't know the full story about you and Mingyu. He knows that you guys were close when you were kids, but he doesn't know you were completely dropped out of his life.

Or that that the last time you really talked to him, you also slept with him and how that makes you feel used. You can't fully open up to Wonwoo about it either.

"Girls always take so long to get ready," he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear.

"Yes Wonwoo," you roll your eyes dramatically. "It takes time for me to look this good."

"You always look good," he says.

A smirk has formed on his face. He sits up on your bed, looking at you through the mirror. You shift your eyes as you feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you reply quietly.

Your bed shifts as he stands up. He walks toward you, arm draped lazily around your waist and kisses your heated cheeks. "I'm gonna raid your kitchen. I'm ready when you are."

You hear his footsteps fade as he makes his way downstairs. Your heart is beating out of your chest excitedly.

It's only a few more minutes before you're finally ready. You and Wonwoo uber to Hoshi's house safely. Although you guys get there let, you're still early enough that all the alcohol isn't gone. After entering, you and Wonwoo make your way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

There's a good amount of people already, so he guides you through the crown with your fingers interlaced. When you finally make you way into the kitchen, you decide to drink something stronger than the last time you were at one of these.

You pour your own cup, mixing the alcohol with the soda left on the table. You and your boyfriend drink together, wincing as the alcohol makes its way down your throats.

Before you can open your mouth to say anything to him, a hand rest on both your backs. You both turn around, seeing Dino.

"You two!" he beams. "Backyard, beer pong, now."

You and your boyfriend quickly exchange a look of agreement before following Dino outside. It's quieter, considering there's less people and the music is coming from inside of the house.

One side of the table has Jeonghan, Vernon, and Jun while the other has Joshua and Seungchol. You and Wonwoo migrate to the side with Joshua and Seungchol.

Joshua leans over, whispering in your ear, "Mingyu and Sora ditched us."

You simply nod before starting the game.

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You don't know why Jeonghan has to be so good at this game. He's had yet to miss a single cup. He's gotta be cheating somehow, but the alcohol is starting to take its effect on everyone, including you. No one really puts much thought into anything.

There's two cups in front of you and one on the opposing team's, thankfully.

Dino throws the ball drunkenly, completely missing the cup. Jeonghan rolls his eyes in annoyance. Jun lets out a drunken giggle at the interaction.

It's your turn next.

You retrieve the ball, stumbling a bit. Jeonghan stands at the opposite end of the table with a frown on his face. You really don't get what his deal is with you.

Although Jeonghan may be weirdly good at this game, you've realized you are too. You've only missed one of your shots, even as the alcohol started to pump through your bloodstream.

You aim the ball, and thankfully it lands in the cup after one bounce. Jeonghan's expression turns sour as he downs what's in the cup. He didn't like that one bit.

On the other hand, Wonwoo hugs you excitedly. "You're so good baby. We won!"

You can tell he's pretty tipsy too. "Thank you!" you beam.

He intertwines your fingers again, practically dragging you back into the house without a word. You let him take the lead. He opens the screen door and pulls you in before he closes it and pins you against the wall.

Your head faces the living room for a brief moment. Mingyu is seated on the couch with his arm draped lazily around Sora and a cup in hand. He takes a sip and happens to turn in the direction facing you. His expression is unreadable, but he looks away quickly.

Moments later, Wonwoo's hand rests on your jaw. He pulls your head so it's facing him instead of the living room.

He closes the small gap between your faces and seals it with a kiss. Your eyes fall closed and you kiss him back with the same amount of fervor. It's sloppy due to both your drunken states. His hands rest on your hips as he presses his body closer against yours.

He pulls away before anything can get too heated.

"I have to pee," he says.

Your eyes flutter open, confusion written all over your face. "What?"

"I have to pee so bad," he says. "I'll be right back."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Okay, I'll stay near."

"I'll be quick, promise," he says. "Can never stay away from you too long."

You smile at him before he turns his back and disappears further into the house. The back door slides open and Joshua walks through. "Where's Wonwoo?" he asks.

"Bathroom," you reply shortly.

In nods in understandment before he leans against the wall next to you. He can tell something's on your mind.

"Something bothering you?" he asks.

"Eh," you shrug. "Jeonghan hates me and I don't know what I did to him."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Joshua replies, voice laced with hope.

"Oh but I'm sure he does," you scoff.

"Jeonghan's just not really that good with new people. He like doesn't open up easily or whatever," Joshua says. "When I first became friends with them, he hated me."

You let out a laugh. "Really? You guys are so close now."

"I know," he smiles. "Kid fucking hated my guts when we first met though. He wouldn't talk to me, and then he realized we actually had like a lot in common. It takes time with him, he's weird."

You nod in understandment. "I kind of get that vibe from him, but I don't know. It feels more personal."

"You're probably overthinking it," Joshua pats your head.

"You're probably right," you agree.

Wonwoo returns moments later. He pulls you off the wall and hugs you. "Thank you for taking care of her Josh."

The older boy smiles. "Of course,"

That's something you've truly grown to appreciate about these boys. The way they look after one another and you. They don't have to be told to do so, it comes naturally to them. Caring for each other and ensuring their safety.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Wonwoo suggests.

You lick your lips in anticipation. He smirks before you allow him to lead you again, heading toward the bedroom upstairs.

The tightness in Mingyu's heart continues to pull harder and constrict as he watches you leave. He's getting flashbacks to the last party when you and Wonwoo disappeared together. He didn't understand the feeling then, but it's become all to familiar now.

He's not gonna go chasing after you again. Now, Wonwoo's your boyfriend. He's got no right to come between that. It wouldn't be fair.

He needs a drink.

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Thankfully, you only have to go to one room without interrupting anyone this time. Wonwoo mentions that it's actually Hoshi's room and he pissed he'd be if he ever found out what you two were about to do.

Not that either of you care all that much in the moment.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, immediately attaching his lips to yours. The kiss is just as messy and heated as earlier and the two of you stumble onto Hoshi's bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress with a 'thump' and his body hovers over yours. Your shirt rides up, giving Wonwoo's hands easier access to your skin. His hands however, don't immediately take advantage of it.

He pulls away from the kiss breathlessly. "Is this okay? I feel like we're moving kind of fast and I don't want to do something that you don't want to. Especially since we're drunk."

"I do," you assure him. "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You nod. "Yeah, we don't have to go all the way either."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Didn't have any condoms on me anyway." he says between kisses. "Wanna be sober and take my time with you when we do that."

You feel the heat spreading across your body as he touches you. His lips are all over your skin, kissing and sucking on all your sensitive spots. You're sure he's leaving marks for everyone to see.

He grinds his hips against yours, creating the bit of friction that has you moaning under him. His fingers play with the button of your jeans before he opens them and slides them down.

He presses his thumb on your clit through your damp panties.

"Fuck," you moan at the pressure.

His fingers ghost over your sensitive area as he continues to kiss you before he dips his fingers into your underwear. His digits slide through your folds, instantly coating themselves with the sticky substance. He shudders against your skin when he feels how wet you are for him.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, progressively increasing in pace. Once he elicits the reaction he wants from you, his skillful fingers move faster. You're moaning and writhing under him as he slips his first finger inside of you.

"Oh shit," you moan out in a whisper.

He pumps his finger inside of you, eventually adding another. His fingers stretch you out nicely. Each thrust pushes into your walls, filling you up with a familiar pleasure.

Holy shit, he's good with his hands.

"Feel good?" he hums.

"So good," you whimper. "So,so good Wonu."

You can already feel your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. You whine desperately, pushing your hips into his fingers and meet his pace.

He allows you to fuck yourself on his fingers, curling them and pressing them against the sensitive spot inside of you. You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

You lose control of your hips, continuing to fuck yourself on his fingers breathlessly as you ride out your high. He groans into your skin as he feels the way you tighten and throb around his digits.

Once you fully come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out and sucks on them. His cock twitches in his pants when your arousal hits his tongue.

You pull his fingers out, quickly replacing them with your mouth. You kiss him, lightly pushing his back onto the bed. Your lips leave his, moving down his neck to leave just as many marks on him that he left on you.

His cock is so hard it's poking at your inner thigh from inside of his jeans. You trail down his body before pulling his pants and underwear down to let his cock spring free.

You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is flushed red, leaking a clear substance and throbbing with need in your hand.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You don't have to, I just– oh fuck"

He shuts up once you take his cock in your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat before slipping it out of your mouth and spitting on it. You jerk him off a few times, properly lubricating his length before taking him in your mouth again.

You take your time, bobbing your head and allowing his length to hit the back of your throat.

For such a quiet guy, Wonwoo is surprisingly loud in bed. You can tell he's holding back even now, restraining himself from thrusting his hips into your mouth and moaning too loud.

His hands fist the bedsheets and his head tilts back into the soft sheets. You lick a long stripe on the underside of his cock before wrapping your tongue and lips around his tip.

His grip on the sheets tightens and he lets out a strained groan. You take your hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pump him quickly as you continue to suck on his sensitive tip.

He lets out a loud moan before he spills his loud into your mouth. His cum shoots onto your tongue, which you gladly swallow without hesitation.

"Holy shit you're incredible," he breathes out.

You climb back up, plopping down onto the bed next to him. You peck his lips quickly. "We should go back down soon."

He nods before the two of you get dressed and make your way back downstairs. The house is more packed than before, so this time you take his hand in yours and navigate through the crowd. You both stumble a bit but you eventually make it to the basement.

Wonwoo finds a spot on the couch and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

"Are you excited for the game tomorrow?" you ask.

"Very," your boyfriend replies. "We better win too, or I'll be so mad."

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Seokmin and Seungkwan soon join the two of you. You spend the next 20 minutes engaging in very drunk and giggly conversation with the boys before you excuse yourself.

Hoshi's house is perfect for hosting because well... it's huge. You walk down the hallway leading to the bathroom. The door is slightly open, so you push it open all the way. And two your surprise, Mingyu is sitting on the floor. He's just as surprised to see you as you are.

"What are you doing in here?" you question.

He shrugs. "I got bored."

"Where's Sora?" you ask.

"Don't know," he shrugs. "Don't care."

"You should care," you reply. "She's your girlfriend." "She's a rebound," he replies, finishing what's left in his cup.

"A rebound from what?" you question.

He scoffs. "I'm not doing this right now."

He lifts himself off the floor, stumbling a bit as he does so. Although you're intoxicated, Mingyu is very clearly wasted out of his mind right now. How much has he had to drink?

"Where are you going?" you ask, blocking the door.

"Home," he replies shortly.

"Did you drive?" you question.

"Does it matter?" he retorts.

"You're drunk," you frown.

"So are you," he slurs.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone."

"You told me you weren't pushing me away again but that's exactly what you did," you frown. "I don't understand what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he sighs.

"Then why are you treating me like I did?" your voice breaks.

He sighs. "It's complicated."

"Then help me to understand."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

There a moment of silence. He's staring at you with the same unreadable expression. You refuse to break eye contact with him.

"You don't deserve this," he sighs.

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"He makes you happy and you don't deserve having that be compromised or complicated," he blinks.

"What are you talking about?"

"For fuck's sake kid," he sighs. "I've been in love with you for fucking... I don't know how long. That's why I pushed you away all those years ago and why I can't be around you right now. I thought I could do the casual thing with you as a friend but then the strings started attaching themselves and they got all fucked up and tangled and I don't know how to deal with that. All I do know is that any time I'm around you, you drive me fucking crazy. I think about stuff that has never once crossed my mind when it comes to you and it fucking scares me."

Suddenly, the urge to pee is gone. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? You were struggling to make sense of his words. Mingyu? In love with you?

The same Kim Mingyu who couldn't even put in the effort to commit to a friends with benefits throwing out the L word? It didn't make sense and it didn't make you feel good.

When he first pushed you away, he was far too young to know what love was. And now? He fucks you, falls in love with you, and then wants nothing to do with you anymore? Your brain couldn't grasp the concept of Mingyu having those kinds of feelings for you.

"Can you say something...please?"

"I.... I have to go," you stutter.

Your legs move faster than your brain. You don't know why you're walking away, but you are. It's unlike you, and you want to blame it on the alcohol.

But truthfully, you don't know what the hell you're doing.

You make your way back down the hallway and find Wonwoo sitting on the couch where you two were not too long ago.

"Can you call an uber, I want to go home," you plead.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say quickly before biting your bottom lip to hold back your tears. "I just feel sick all of a sudden, I think I drank too much. Can I please go home?"

"Yeah, yeah of course," he assures you. "I'll call an uber for us."

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Warm-ups the next morning were a disaster. Thankfully, the team showed up before coach and the opposing team. Nonetheless, everything went to shit.

Mingyu was the last to show up with a very bad parking job and a pair of thick rimmed sunglasses. By the time Mingyu showed up, the team had already split up. The infielders were practicing quick passes around the diamond while you hit fly balls to the outfield.

You watched in your peripheral vision as Mingyu stumbled onto the field. Your heart twists uncomfortably as the memories from last night replay in your head. Wonwoo had been waiting for a while now, considering Mingyu was the only person he could actually warm up with. You watch from a distance as Mingyu makes his way toward Wonwoo.

"Mingyu what the hell? You're pitching like shit, C'mon man," you hear Wonwoo from a distance.

"Maybe you just suck at catching," Mingyu retorts.

"I don't know what's up your ass today, but you can't play like that today," Wonwoo grits.

"Didn't realize you were coach now," Mingyu scoffs. "Just play your fucking position right and leave me alone."

"What the hell man?" Wonwoo throws off his catcher's gear and approaches Mingyu.

Oh no.

"Dude what are you doing?" Mingyu slurs. "Now you're not even gonna bother catching. Good for nothing asshole."

Impulsively, Wonwoo pushes Mingyu, causing him to stumble back. "The fuck is your problem?"

You drop your glove without a word and start making your way toward the scene. This is really fucking bad.

Unfortunately, before you can intervene, Mingyu lands a harsh blow right onto Wonwoo's face. Your boyfriend falls back with a look of hurt and shock on his face.

The action causes the rest of the team to stop what they're doing and quickly migrate toward the scene.

"Mingyu what the fuck is wrong with you?" You shout, running to your boyfriend's side.

Wonwoo assures you that he's fine. Vernon and Joshua are the first to get there after you, pushing Mingyu away from Wonwoo.

"Is he hungover?" Vernon asks.

"I think he's still drunk, actually," Joshua sighs.

"I'm fine," Mingyu mumbles, attempting to push past the boys.

"No you're not," Joshua replies. "You need to cool down and sober up. You can't play like this today."

"Y/n?!" Vernon calls.

"What?" You reply.

"Can you take Mingyu home? Josh can pitch, but Mingyu can't play today. When coach gets here, we'll tell him Mingyu wasn't feeling well." Vernon plots.

You sigh, rolling your eyes "You're gonna be okay?" you ask Wonwoo.

He nods. "I'll be fine.I'm more worries about him, something's wrong."

You place a kiss on Wonwoo's stinging cheek before delivering a glare to Mingyu. "Let's go."

Mingyu knows he fucked up. Punching his own best friend? It was extremely out of character for him and he knows that. He doesn't really know what overcame him, he just knows it had to do with you.

Everything always circles back to you when it comes to him.

You gather his things and stomp toward his car as he follows behind you sheepishly. "Give me your keys."

He tosses the keys to you. When you approach his car, your frown turns sour.

"Can't believe you actually drove like this," you mumble to yourself.

He climbs into the passenger seat of his car and you drive him in complete silence. The tension in the air is thick and uncomfortable.

On top of that, Mingyu fucking puked all over the side of the road. You were forced to pull over midway through the drive because he couldn't hold it in. Without saying a word, you help him back into the car and drive back to his place.

The idiot actually came to a game with alcohol poisoning.

You finally help him into the house where he pukes again twice more in the bathroom. It's actually kind of hard seeing him like this. As long as you've known him he's never been so.... pathetic.

You fear this is all your own fault.

You help him into bed before going downstairs. You return with a cup of coffee, a bottle of painkillers, and a water bottle. You place the bottles on the nightstand next to him.

"You ran away last night," his voice fills your ears. "Why did you do that?"

"You did the same thing to me," you hand him the coffee. "Twice."

"Yeah but you're not me," he sits up. "You're better than I am."

"I don't know what you expected me to say," you sigh.

"I don't really know what I was expecting you to say either," he leans his head back against the headboard. "I figured–"

"–Let's talk about this once you've sobered up, yeah?" you cut him off.

The tugging at his chest hurts more now than ever. The look on your face hurts him. He can see the pain and disgust written all over your face and it's making him sick to his stomach all over again.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" you ask, making your way toward the door.

He lets out a pitiful laugh. "I'm always by myself. I've been doing just fine haven't I?"

You don't respond, it hurts too much. You simply close the door behind you and walk yourself out. Thankfully, Wonwoo spent the night last night, so he ended up taking you to the game. You thought about driving your own car, but truthfully, you didn't want to go back right now.

There was too much on your mind at the moment, so you settled at home.

Everything was fucked.

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[thot-farm]

Random birthright royal headcanons in honor of Ryoma's birthday that I totally didn't forget about 6 days ago, and happy Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.

Positive Ryoma focused post from thot-farm? It truly is a spring miracle! /s

Tw- talks about parental loss and grieving

Ryoma- Hates his birthday because it reminds him of Sumeragi and Ikona. He struggles with trying to celebrate, he feels like he can only mourn, and the war only made it harder for him to get through. Getting up on the morning of his birthday is the roughest for him, Sumeragi and Ikona used to wake him up and give him lots of love, that's one of the things he misses the most.

- He is the type of guy who would stand outside and scare off his friend's crazy ex.

- He would mostly listen to rap, then have a random day where he listens to three days grace type bands/artists.

- He is the sentimental type that will keep anything someone has got for him, write the date on the bottom or tag and why he was given it. He never wants to experience feeling like he has nothing to remember someone by and to keep his memories fresh. He feels that way with Ikona being the only sibling that truly remembers her.

- whenever he eats something Ikona or Sumeragi used to love, or Ikona used to make, he can't help but retreat into his own head and think about his memories with them and try to remember every little detail of them so it never fades. He tries to avoid having those meals/baked goods when in front of his siblings so he can be present with them and not have them worry.

- He was never rude to Mikoto and he acknowledged that she was a good queen for Hoshido when his father married her, but for a long time, he resented Mikoto. After Ikona's death and Sumeragi remarrying, Ryoma wished Mikoto was Ikona. When he was younger he couldn't understand why his father would bring a strange woman and her even stranger child into the castle. Ryoma couldn't find a single quality in Mikoto that she shared with Ikona. All he wanted was his mother back, and for a long time, Mikoto was just another reminder that she was gone.

- anytime that Mikoto would do anything Ikona would do for his birthday, he would gently shut it down, even if it was his father's suggestion. He wanted Mikoto to stay far away from the memories he has of Ikona, even long after he stopped resenting Mikoto he would excuse himself if Mikoto triggered a memory of Ikona.

- the day word got to him that Sumeragi had died, he had to mourn both his parents all over again because he lost the only person who knew Ikona that deeply. Nothing helped him for a while, he would throw himself knee-deep into training till he would tire himself and then he would bathe and sleep and he repeated that without dealing with anything until he got old enough to realize he couldn't keep running away from his sadness or it would eat him alive.

- the day Mikoto died, he didn't feel the loss of a mother as much as he felt the loss of a queen. He did love Mikoto, but her loss never surmounted the feeling when he lost Ikona and Sumeragi, and the feelings of grief he felt for Mikoto were pushed aside so he could focus on his kingdom, but after a while into the war, he noticed he grew to accept her loss without as much emotional strain as losing Sumeragi and Ikona took on him.

- Mikoto had one perfume that was similar to Ikona, and any time he smelt it he would almost feel sick. He would train and stay in his room most of the day to avoid the scent until Mikoto eventually caught on and stopped wearing that perfume.

Hinoka- Azama showed her essential oils and she has been lowkey obsessed. She won't wear perfume but she will wear an orange and clove essential oil.

- the type to talk a lot of shit before going into a haunted house then be the one screaming and trying to run out.

- she spent a month thinking about what to get Ryoma for his birthday and couldn't decide on anything, she ultimately opted to just surprise hug him when he least expected it because she had absolutely nothing.

- she feels like she can never talk to Ryoma about Ikona because they have such different perspectives on their mother. If she does talk about her, she tries to only bring up the positive.

Takumi- has to remind himself not to eat like a wild animal.

- He will chase around his friend's crazy ex with a sword.

- He has a immature humor that he tries very hard to hide.

-Every year he'd get Ryoma a book to read for his birthday, usually something light and joyful.

- he can't remember much about Ikona, but he distinctly remembers her perfumes. Sometimes after he visits the shrine he will go find the box of her old things and smell her perfumes, but he never sprays them so he never runs out.

Sakura- Hinoka taught her hand-to-hand combat. Sakura has used her skill to take down Takumi and put him in a hold when he is being to reckless so they can regroup.

- She found an old recipe in the castle while looking through old boxes, she assumed it was from an old servant, she made it for Ryoma's birthday and left it for him in the morning. She peeked into his room later in the day and saw him looking down at the baked good with a gloomy expression, she snuck away thinking he didn't like them and she was really bummed. She didn't know that it used to be something Ikona would make for Sumeragi on his birthday for them all to share.

[crimsoncorpz]

Unlocked Window (JJ Maybank/ fem!Reader)

18+ ONLY! Minors DNI, I mean it.

Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI (seriously), CNC, unprotected (stay protected, folks), slight breeding?, fantasy-filling, language, choking, fingering, SMUT! (If I’m forgetting something, please let me know)

Pairing: JJ Maybank/ fem!Reader

Note: I was told it’s Rudy’s b-day, so I’m posting a JJ smut story! Woo! (Happy Birthday, dude!)

The wooden floorboards cracked under the pressure of my bare feet as I walked to turn off the kitchen light, almost casting the room in darkness. The new LEDs I had installed along the base of the cabinets were the only source of light now. A faint warm glow meant to provide enough of a light for that midnight glass of water. One of my favourite things about the kitchen now, other than cooking.

Checking the clock on the oven, I cringed at the late hour. My parents were going to kill me for showing up late to the bruncheon with them and the Camerons. Some stupid set up between myself and Rafe. Not that my parents ever cared much for my personal interests. I wanted to keep my nose in my books and finish my last two years of college before running off to travel the world. I wasn’t interested in social status or arranged relations.

I sighed, my bangs lifting with my exhale before I leaned back into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. If I were honest with myself, I was just avoiding going to bed, and pinching myself for brushing my mother off with a yes to whatever she had been asking. I knew better than to answer her calls while I was studying, yet I did it anyway.

The floorboards cracked again, alerting me to another presence in the kitchen. I widened my eyes, knowing I had been alone in my small house. The block of knives was on the island behind me, but I wasn’t sure how fast I could get one. Maybe they hadn’t noticed me in the kitchen? It would be hard not to with the lights, but if it were an intruder, maybe they were looking for something of value.

I had been wrong.

A warm hand covered my mouth as a heavy weight pushed me into the cabinetry, hot breath heavy against my ear. A muffled scream left my lips, late and totally what they were expecting. The persons other arm was snug across my chest, holding me steady but pinned down. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, push him back or something, but I only heard him inhale as he laughed against my ear.

“Where ya going, baby?” I felt his lips curl in an assumed smirk.

I mumbled aggressively against his warm hand, trying to shake myself loose. How the hell did he get in here? I usually lock up before I turn off the lights, per my routine.

“Wondering how I got in here?” He pulled my head back with the hand still over my mouth, shoving a leg between mine, forcing them open. Angry tears began pooling in my eyes. I blinked to keep them from spilling over, feeling annoyed at myself for getting emotional. “Maybe I’ll tell you, or maybe I’ll keep it to myself so I can visit again.”

He brought his arm down under my breasts and slid his arm back a little to palm at me through my small top. It was easy to do since I was in nothing but a spaghetti top and a pair of underwear. It didn’t mean that I was done fighting, especially now that I knew his intentions.

I was able to get my tongue out enough to lick his hand, the taste of salt hitting my taste buds. “Oh, naughty girl! Too bad for you, I like that,” he purred, that smirk still present on his lips. He nuzzled my cheek for a moment, causing me to try to jerk away, before licking the shell of my ear. “Go ahead, keep struggling, baby. Feel how hard it makes me,” he moved his groin against my ass, forcing the very obviously large cock between my cheeks.

I tried to yell, push back from the counter with my hands, scratch at his arms with my filed down nails, but it only encouraged him. His hand left my mouth only long enough to wrap his now noticeably ringed fingers around my neck. The cool metal of his rings gave me goosebumps compared to his hot hand. I had to close my eyes, trying to force my body to not react to his touch.

“Oh, she likes it!” My eyes flew open at his words. The arm fondling my breast had moved down, caressing my ass beneath my panties, his fingers slipping by his knee to my pussy lips with ease. 

I tried to shake my head. “N-No,” I gasped, still held in his grip.

He leaned over my back, pushing my chest flush against the cold countertops, causing me to gasp. More goosebumps appeared on my skin, but he didn’t care, his fingers had better access now. Easily slipping a finger inside me, he groaned as I ground my teeth together, trying my best to hold in my own moans. 

“I told you, you liked it,” he withdrew his finger before an ill-timed whine escaped my throat. “Don’t worry, cupcake, the night’s still young.” He squeezed my throat a bit harder, cutting off my circulation as he suddenly spun us around. My stomach hit the island just as I felt my panties pool at my feet. “Lift one leg for me,” my attacker demanded, shaking my neck a little as a threat. 

One I was taking seriously. 

I did as I was told before his thigh was back in place between my legs, keeping them apart for him. He gave another harsh squeeze before letting go completely, causing me to inhale and cough as sweet oxygen filled my screaming lungs. I heard some rustling behind me before I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone. 

“H-help!” I croaked, coughing as my voice strained to get out.

The sweating hand was clamped around my neck again as he kicked my legs further apart. “You’re going to regret that, cupcake.” His fingers found my pussy lips once more as he roughly shoved three fingers inside me. I grunted at the sudden intrusion, expecting one, but not three of his fingers. He barely moved them before he pulled them free. 

“Oh yeah, you’re ready.” He guided his cock head in between my pussy lips, lubricating himself before pulling back and thrusting up into me as if he were home. My body trembled against him, moan after moan leaving my shameful lips.

Both of his hands came down to my arms, gripping below my elbow as he pulled my arms back with each thrust, gaining a little more access. “Oh fuck,” I whined into the counter, now hovering above it as I felt that familiar tingling making its way into my belly. I was going to come on his cock if he kept up this pace.

As if he knew how close I was, he released my arms to push me flat on the island, one hand on my back to keep me down and the other reaching between us to my clit. He began rubbing agonising circles into the little bud, earning little whines of approval from me. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded.

I was putty in his hands as I came undone a moment later, his hips slowing just the smallest amount as I rode out my high. “That’s it.. cream all over this cock, cupcake. Fuck yes,” he slipped his hands to my hips, driving against me in slow strokes. “I love seeing my cock slip in and out of this dripping pussy, baby. You feel so damn tight.” He groaned against me.

“P-please, stop.” I was still feeling floaty from my own high, not feeling strong enough to fight him off.

“This pussy is just too good to give up. Oh yeah, baby, you’re going to take everything I’ve got tonight.” He pulled out of me, throwing me on my back against the wooden floor before quickly following me down. I whimpered as I tried to scoot away from him, my attempts failing as he grabbed my legs to yank me back to him.

With a single thrust, he was back inside me, going at an unrelenting pace. My legs wrapping around him as I moaned, my body forming to his as if I wanted everything he was giving me. Maybe I did. I couldn’t tell anymore as my ears began ringing, another toe-curling orgasm ripping through me. He silenced me with his lips, soft and salty as he kissed me for the first time that evening. I wanted more.

He pulled away from me, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and loud moaning filling the kitchen. “Fuck, baby, I think I’m going to enjoy filling you up tonight.”

I widened my eyes, realising exactly what he meant. “No! No, you can’t!” I squirmed under him, pushing at his chest.

He placed his hand around my throat again, squeezing as he stared at me with a smirk, “Too late, cupcake.” He snapped his hips into mine a few more times, emptying himself completely inside me. He suddenly crumpled above me, laying his body flat against mine as a chuckle left his lips. “How was that?”

I joined in his laughter, ending the façade. “That was great, J. Thanks for entertaining one of my fantasies.”

“Anytime, cupcake.” He gently rolled off me, getting up to grab paper towels from the counter before helping to clean us up. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning.”

“It’s alright, I’m glad you didn’t break character and kept going. Totally worth it,” I sat up, looking at him. “How did you get in anyway?” We hadn’t exactly discussed the details or planned this little event. I had only told him the other day about how it had been an intriguing fantasy of mine to have an intruder use me for pleasure. He definitely got some brownie points tonight.

He offered me a hand up, “I unlocked one of the windows.” I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. “Now, text your parents you’re already seeing someone and you’re not interested in Rafe… and I’ll show you one of my kinks upstairs.”

“Deal.”

[afrenchaugurey]

Second post for today, a little snippet of my current WIP, a modern NewTina AU.

This one takes place a few weeks after Newt's birthday, when Newt and Leta reconnect after haven't seen each other since highschool.

It's not the best one, I wrote that on Wednesday, but that's all I have about Newt's birthday for now...

Meanwhile, they had walked to an art gallery, and an almost religious silence had suddenly fallen between them as they began to admire the few pieces they could see from the outside.

“So, you say your work is inspired by hers ?” had finally asked Newt, in a whisper, as his body was almost shivering as all the colors engulfed him, scratched on his skin and tinkled in his ears. Leta just nodded her head, quietly, almost imperceptibly, making him add “Then, I’ really love to see your work. Really. If you are agreeable, it goes without saying.”

Fighting against tears that would invade her eyes anyway, Leta hid them by rummaging through her purse, after another discrete nod. She took out a small package wrapped in some printed paper and gave it to Newt, all smiles.

“Happy birthday, Newt, I can’t believe I almost forgot !”

“Aww... Thank you. You didn’t have to, you know.”

“Well, I wanted to. And… it’s really nothing. Open it !”

As if it were the most precious thing on Earth, and maybe it was, Newt opened the paper, this symbol of their renewed friendship, with caution and delicacy, to discover a tiny stuffed animal which looked like a platypus. Of course. He burst out laughing. A brilliant, exploding laugh, as vibrating as the oscillation of the crystal. “You didn’t…” he managed to say between two uncontrolled hiccups.

“Oh, yes, I totally did. Even if I wanted to, I could never forget about the platypus, and the fact that for years people thought he was a chimera. Or that he’s the only mammal to reproduce by eggs, and that, during the reproductive period the male is venomous, or... No, Newt, I don’t think I can forget. I don’t think I won’t ever forget… So, YES, I did.”

Newt blushed, hoping that the pale light of the night would hide this. This species had been one of his fixations during highschool. Hard one. “Thank you Leta. And sorry about that by the way.” His hands were methodically patting the little toy, running through its fur, his eyes locked on his own hands, his thoughts soothed by the soft and almost tickling sensation on the tip of his fingers.

She brushed off his words with her hand. “Don’t be. That’s some nice piece of trivia. Oh, he needs a name …”

It didn’t take long for Newt to decide. “Shaw. As George Kearsley Shaw who was the first scientist to make a description of the platypus at the end of the 19th century.”

“I see.” she laughed gently. “Now, I count on you to give me updates about him. So you won’t wait another more than ten years to talk to me again. We’re friends. I guess. I hope. I want pictures of him. I hope he’ll travel. I hope he’ll travel as much as this garden gnome in this French movie…”

“Amelie ?”

“Yes, that’s the one !”

“Well, I’m not an air hostess, and I don’t know any.” 

“So you’ll have to travel, as you once said you would...”

[lucy-sky]

Games We Play (Terrance Swaino x f!Reader)

Swaino suddenly discovers your secret drawer™ and is up for experiments.

Warnings: uhh... sex toys, handcuffs, oral sex f receiving, Swaino being a tease and making dumb jokes in bed :’)

Words: 2138; gif by me; AO3 link if you prefer reading there

A/N: um okay guys, this is once again a total PWP and I’m posting it from my shame pit, but I had to get it out of my system because I’ve been thinking of Swaino and sex toys for a shamelessly long time already okay bye :’)

Swaino’s lips are warm and insistent against your skin as he kisses your neck with abandon, hovering over you, his knee between your parted legs. You both are already hot and bothered, almost no clothes left on you except your panties and his ridiculously bright boxer briefs.

“Shit, babe… You got condoms, right?” Swaino grunts, looking at you with hope in his eyes.

“Damn… Did you forget?..” You bite your lip.

“No! No, it’s just… it’s in my jacket, and the jacket is… you know… somewhere…” He nods at the bedroom door. Yep, in the heat of a moment, you both started undressing once you got into your apartment, so the clothes could literally be anywhere, this’ll be a quest to find them all.

“Relax,” you grin at him. “I’m just kidding. Course I’ve got them. Here, check the left drawer.”

“Yeah,” he presses a quick kiss on your lips before sitting up and reaching the bedside table.

“Whoa. Hey, what’s that??”

Damn.

“I told you the left drawer, not the right one, T,” you groan, rolling your eyes at his reaction. Swaino looks like a fascinated kid as he turns to you with your vibrator in his hand. “Yes, I have a couple of toys, so? There’s nothing wrong with that.” You say it mostly to yourself, because even though you know it's true, you still feel the heat on your cheeks at the sight of Terrance discovering your stuff.

“Well, didn’t say it’s wrong…” He murmurs as he keeps curiously observing the device. “It just looks so… fancy. I thought they all look like uh… dildos or that rabbit thingy like in Sex and the City…”

“Sex and the City?” You can’t suppress a giggle.

“Hey, don’t give me that look! My sisters are obsessed with this fucking show,” he retorts, and his flushed face makes you laugh even more.

“Okay, so this one - I get it. It… Vibrates. And this?” Ignoring your amusement, Swaino grabs another toy from the drawer. Funny enough, its color almost matches his boxer briefs - bright pink.

“It’s uh… It’s a clitoral stimulator. You seriously haven’t seen such things before?”

“Nope. You’re the first girl whose secret stash I found,” he chuckles. “So, what exactly does it do?”

“Well… You just press it against the clit, and when you push this button it starts to kinda… suck in the air… And it feels good.”

“Yeah, you like that?” Swaino raises his eyebrows, clearly amused.

“Yep. I actually like it better than that vibrator,” you confess.

“Hope not better than me though, huh?..” He winks, sticking out his tongue.

“Ughh come on, stop fishing for compliments, Swaino! As if you don’t know what you do to me…”

“Oh yeah, for real?”

You roll your eyes again at the smug look he’s giving you.

“Yes, for real. I don’t even remember when I recharged them last time,okay?” At this point you start to lose your patience - you're lying here in nothing but your underwear, and he seems to be more interested in your sex toys rather than actually having sex with you. “Can we, maybe, go on now?..”

“Wait a minute… Now that’s really interesting!..” Swaino exclaims. “How can you explain that , ma'am?” With this, he fishes out of the drawer a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

“Oh, this… It’s just a silly birthday present from a friend. Look, it’s not even opened. I just tossed them here and forgot about them. T, please. Put them back and let's get to where we were before you opened this goddamn drawer!”

“Sure, but hey…” He gives you a wicked smirk, “I got an idea…”

“Oh no.”

“How ‘bout we use those, hmm?..” Swaino wiggles his eyebrows.

“The handcuffs? I-I really don’t know…” You stumble. On the one hand you’ve never thought of really using this toy - it just felt like such a thing belongs to porn films and stuff like that, so you couldn’t take it seriously. But on the other hand… On the other hand, the idea of giving yourself to Swaino like that actually seems kinda hot. Maybe you haven’t been dating for very long, no serious milestones in your relationship yet, but you trust him enough to be comfortable with it.

“I mean why the hell not?” Terrance shrugs. “I bet your friend would be glad to know you finally put the gift into use.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Swaino echoes you as if he can’t believe you agreed that easily.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s do it,” you nod.

“Ah, babe!” He grins at you, wicked twinkles in his eyes, as he tears the package open. “You’re not gonna be disappointed, I swear.”

“You better be right,” you chuckle, putting your hands up. It takes Swaino a couple of minutes to figure out how to fix them against the headboard with the cuffs. Drawing back, he observes the result of his “work”, that wicked grin still playing on his lips.

“Happy now?” You cock an eyebrow.

“I pretty much am, yeah. Wait here, I’m gonna go grab some pizza…”

“Swaino!” You kick him with your foot as he hoots with laughter.

“Just joking around. Calm down, sweetheart.”

You want to mutter something about how terribly unfunny his childish jokes sometimes are, especially right now, but this thought vanishes the second he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as his hands roam your sides, finally landing on your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and letting his thumbs brush over your nipples. He then kisses slowly down your neck and chest, until the tip of his tongue makes contact with the hardened bud, causing you to gasp softly. Swaino hums as if he’s tasting something delicious as his lips envelop your nipple, gently sucking on it. You’re so lost in his sweet caress that only a familiar buzzing sound makes you open your eyes and come back to reality.

“T?..”

“Oh, um… I thought if this thing sucks in the air, it could work not just on the clit, right?” With this, he carefully presses the device’s head to your nipple. The unfamiliar sensation makes you squirm a little at first, but you have to admit it feels quite enjoyable.

“Good?” Terrance asks, examining the expression on your face.

“Mhmm… But I liked your mouth better.”

“Got it,” he smiles, and his lips are back at your breast.

Having both your nipples stimulated like that soon makes you crave for more. Your moans are getting louder, and you instinctively try to squeeze your thighs in an attempt to get some pressure on your aching clit.

“T… I-I need more…” You pant.

“Oh yeah, could you ask like a good girl?”

“Seriously, Swaino?”

“Come on, sweetheart. If we’re playing with handcuffs let’s do it right, huh?” He smirks, letting the fingers of his free hand gently rub against your still clothed pussy. Damn. This man’s gonna be the death of you.

“Okay, okay…” you murmur, bucking your hips against Swaino’s hand. “Please, Terrance, I need more…”

“Now that’s my baby girl,” he croons, looking very pleased with himself, as he moves your panties aside and finally presses the stimulator to where you need it to be. Your hips jerk as you let out a desperate whimper. Satisfied with the effect, Swaino wraps his free hand around your waist and dips his head into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping on the tender skin there. And even though you’re already familiar with the toy, now it feels so much better. With Swaino that close to you, the warmth of his body against your skin, his lips and tongue and teeth on your neck… You’re completely blissed out. It’s only the first intensity level on your device, but it’s fine, you just don’t want it to end too soon, you love how the pleasure is slowly building in the pit of your belly, how your walls pulse and flutter even more when he whispers praises against your flushed skin.

“That’s it, baby girl… I love how you moan for me…”

He bites and sucks on your earlobe, and you feel so, so impossibly close to the edge, when all of a sudden the buzz dies and the toy stops working.

“Ughhhhh!...” you groan in disappointment.

“What the hell?” Swaino draws back, staring at the device in his hand confusedly.

“Told you I don’t remember when I recharged it,” you reply, breathing heavily.

“Well, fuck it then,” he tosses the toy back into the drawer. “It was fun while it lasted, but now… Time for some serious emergency measures. Get over here!”

“Oh thank god!” You exclaim, as he finally tugs your panties off and lifts your legs up to place them on his shoulders. You feel so shamelessly exposed like that, your hands still attached to the headboard, your pussy spread before your lover’s hungry gaze. You imagine how obscene the two of you look right now and it makes your insides clench with the need of release.

Swaino is quite unhurried though, as he tickles your inner thighs with his beard, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your aching center.

“Damn, girl…” He glances at you, licking his lips. “You’re so soaked I might drown in there. That’s freakin’ hot, you know.”

“For fuck’s sake, Swaino! Can you stop being a tease, and just… just do something!.. You want me to beg?..”

“Well you could try…” With a devilish smirk on his face he dips his head down and gives your clit a quick stroke with just the tip of his tongue. After all the stimulation, this gesture hits you like a lightning strike, making you shudder and hiss through clenched teeth.

“Huh? Didn’t hear ya,” he licks you again, and you lose it.

“Ah! Please!” You cry out. At this moment you literally cannot think of anything else, and thankfully Swaino complies. Still grinning, he leans down, and you cry out again as his greedy mouth practically devours your pussy.

Your clit is an oversensitive bundle of nerves right now, and when he finally reaches it, your first reaction is to jerk away from his caress because it feels too much. Swaino holds you firmly though.

“Shhh… I got you, sweetheart, relax…” He hushes as his thumbs rub soothing circles against your thighs. “My bad. I’ll go slower now, okay?”

And he actually does. You moan in delight as the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation disappears, making way to pure bliss. Swaino’s tongue is working wonders on you, as it always does. You desperately want to sink your fingers into his hair, to tug on it, to pull him closer. But somehow being like that, unable to touch or push him, completely at his mercy, turns you on as well. When he pushes two fingers into your heat and curls them just right, tongue still pressing against the throbbing bud, it doesn’t take you long to finally reach the climax. Your orgasm is intense and surprisingly long, and you’re pretty sure all the neighbors could hear your high-pitched moan.

“You alright?” Swaino asks when you get back to planet earth, still trembling a little from the aftershocks of your pleasure.

“I’m fucking great!” You breathe out. “But… Could you release me, maybe?”

“Oh. Sure.” He sits up and starts to rake around the drawer. “Shit. I think I lost the key…”

“What?!” Panic instantly rises up within you.

“Just kidding,” he laughs shamelessly. “Here it is!”

“It’s not funny, you idiot!” You punch him on the shoulder as soon as your hands are free again. But as silly as he can be, Swaino is not dumb, and he knows from the tone of your voice that you’re not really mad at him.

“Yeah, right, I’m an idiot. C’mere,” he rasps, catching your hand and pressing his lips against your wrist. And then he kisses you with sudden tenderness, the warmth of his tongue and the salty taste of your arousal on his lips make your head spin, as well as this smile of his. A kind of a smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. Gosh, you love this stupid smug face so much.

“So, uh… Are you… Can we…” He glances down at the bulge between his legs, then looks back at you questioningly.

“Not so fast, cowboy,” you smirk, placing your hands on his shoulders to gently push him away. “Lay back down, honey. Now it’s my turn to be a tease.”

An expression of disappointment on Swaino’s face slowly turns into an excited grin, as you let your hands stroke down his torso until you reach his boxer briefs.

“I dunno what game are you playing now, sweetheart, but something tells me I ain’t gonna complain.”

*

Thank you for reading! 

(first fic of 2022, and it’s porn... if you still didn’t know what kind of a mutual I am to you, now you know - I’m a horny mutual :’D)

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[falcqns]

Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff. 

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends. 

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him. 

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly. 

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them. 

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born. 

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you. 

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded. 

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity. 

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger. 

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all. 

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect. 

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine. 

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights. 

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things. 

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal. 

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would. 

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra. 

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend. 

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed. 

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place. 

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how. 

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan. 

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday. 

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out. 

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her. 

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours. 

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye. 

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out. 

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands. 

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did. 

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked. 

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production. 

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you. 

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed. 

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face. 

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene. 

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along. 

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black. 

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile. 

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home,  Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him. 

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly. 

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face. 

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first. 

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed. 

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter. 

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears. 

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her. 

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face. 

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house. 

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears. 

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently. 

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. 

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you. 

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you. 

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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Hello everyone!! This is a special collab post brought to you by ‘cookiefics’ and ‘levisgirll’ and we decided to work together and write up a post which is y/n pranking their aot boyfriends!

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good, it is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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eren:

Eren didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth so smoothly as it did.

“Today I prefer to sleep alone.” he raised a brow, a silent ask in his eyes while he took off his shirt, getting ready for bed. He looks at you once again, seeing how you’re not in bed, just sitting there, looking at him.

“Are you serious?” he asks. You nod quietly. You can see how his lip pouts a little, his nose being extremely cute while he does it.

You want to laugh so bad, his confused green eyes looking quietly around, as if he was searching a camera or something.

“Where am I supposed to sleep then, honey?” he asks, without even asking again if he has to sleep far from you.

“I don’t know… On the sofa?” you ask. He sighs. He looks once more to you, making sure you want that.

“‘M going then, good night, honey.” he says, the pout still on his mouth.

“Night, Eren.”

That definitely made him turn around and face you. 

“Okay. No good, just night, followed by Eren as if i did something. What did I do this time?” he asks. His precious eyes are still on yours, and you shake your head.

“You did nothing.” you say. His brain starts to work at 100% capacity. Maybe the problem is that he didn’t make anything.

He looked quick to the clock. It isn’t your birthday, your anniversary or any other special date.

He kissed you this morning before and after leaving home. He called you during your work rest. He cooked dinner and spent some time with you on the couch.

What the hell are you saying then? You want to sleep alone for what reason?

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He knows maybe you have your reasons to avoid him today and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He takes then his pillow and walks towards the couch, taking a blanket on his way. He murmurs to himself and you can hear him, trying to cover your laugh.

Minutes later, you walk silently to the couch. Eren is almost ready for his sleep, his hair tangled on a low bun and his pillow on the couch.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” he asks. You laugh quietly.

“It was a joke.” Eren’s green eyes are now open with surprise, before a brow raises quietly.

“Oh, so it was a joke.” he says, getting up slowly. “How funny.”

He was supposed to laugh, but he looks at you instead, with a serious expression. “Search where to hide cause I’m not going to be merciful with you.”

You run towards your bedroom, laughing, and you can hear his steps behind you. You jump into your shared bed, seeing how he closes the door behind him.

You move until your back is against the headboard. You keep laughing.

“Eren!” you say, and he takes off his bun. Then, casually, he takes the hair tie between his teeth, a smirk starting to appear on his lips.

He crawls to the bed, his arms all tensed, the muscles on his back marked by the strength he’s using to lift his body.

He gets closer to you, the hair tie still between his lips. This isn’t funny anymore. You want that damn hair tie to disappear from his mouth. You want to be the thing Eren is casually kissing.

He sits in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

With patience, he ties his hair in a bun, your eyes following his fingers, how they pass the hair between the hair tie parts. His eyes are still locked on yours. Once he’s finished, he gets closer.

“That joke of yours annoyed me. Now, deal with it, hm?” he whispers.

That was almost a direct attack. You feel your legs weak against his husky voice. He smirks, getting closer to you.

Closed door, hair in a tight bun, no shirt and just a little lamp as a source of light made you think of how the night will end, making you smile for yourself while he keeps being closer. Your lips are almost on his, but he takes his head away, smiling.

“If you think I tied up my hair and closed the door to do disrespectful things with you, you’re so wrong, honey” he says. You’re totally shocked and Eren laughs.

“What was that, Jaeger?” you ask, surprised because of the change of his mood. He enters the bed between laughs.

“Revenge, honey.”

You pout while he gets comfortable on the bed.

“Now you should kiss me.” you say. You’re angry at him now. Is he leaving you like that? Like the mess he made out of you?

“I want to sleep. Good night, y/n”

reiner:

“Reiner…” You call him. He looks at you, his sweet smile only directed at you. That makes your heart flutter, and also makes you feel kinda cruel.

“Yes, my love?”

“Today I want to sleep alone.” All the joy and calm in his eyes starts to disappear, his head getting full of thoughts.

“Why?” he asks simply. “Please, my love, don’t sleep away from me…” His head got invaded.

Why? Did I mess it up? Does they want to leave me? Did I fail again?

You can see how the prank started to make his head overthink, so you approach him quickly.

Your hands take his t-shirt, pulling him to you. He has a sad expression.

“Sorry, Rein. It was just a TikTok prank and I didn’t know it would affect you so much. I’m so sorry.” You were almost in tears. Reiner sighs.

“Please, don’t do that again.” he asks softly. “I got scared. I thought I made something wrong.” he says. That breaks your heart a little more. You start to cry against his shirt. “Hey, love. Don’t cry. It was just a joke.” he says.

He turns around and takes your face in his hands. You feel how he wipes out some tears, smiling a little for you. “But please, never scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry.” you say again. He takes your face closer and kisses your forehead sweetly.

“But you do still love me, right?” That question makes you shed a couple tears.

“I love you, Rein. I do, please don’t forget it.”

He smiles a little more. “I also love you a lot.” he says. He takes his lips again to your face, this time, your nose. “But you really scared me.”

“I’ll never do it again.” you say. He looks at you.

“Then.. Can I sleep here?” he asks. You both laugh a little.

Once you two are accommodated, with you between Reiner’s arms, feeling his soft breath on your hair and his legs tangled with yours, you feel safe.

“Rein.” you whisper. He hums. “If I ever hurt you, please tell me. Even if it is just a little thing.” He takes you closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.” you say. Your lips leave a kiss on his chest, near to where his heart is beating. You feel his hands hugging your body stronger.

“Okay. But the same goes for you. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re the most precious person I have.” he says. His hands go up and down your spine.

“You’re also the most important person to me. I really love you. I fell in love with you and I wouldn’t doubt doing it again.” you say. You feel how his mouth moves against your head. “Rein?”

Afraid of finding him crying, you look at him. The moonlight that enters is enough to see your boyfriend’s smile.

“That’s… That’s so sweet. You make me so happy…” his  eyes are now shining. You are grateful for seeing that shining again. He caresses your cheek again, and you rest your head on the pillow, letting your faces meet.

“Rein.”

“Hm?” he says, fixed on your eyes and the way his thumb draws on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

He smiles widely, even more than before. He gets closer to you.

“Until my lips hurt, please.”

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Hello there!! Oh my, I just found out about your event, and it looks absolutely stunning? Your medieval AU sounds exciting!! And congrats on the 60+ followers!! :)

If it hasn't been taken yet, I would love to request for Sigma with the Clergy prompt!!

Have a very beautiful day/night, and good luck with all the writing!! <3

Hi Eliott! Thank you so much! Coincidentally, I was just thinking about Sigma with the Clergy prompt, and then I check my inbox and there's your request! ;) Have a wonderful day/night, and I hope you enjoy this work!

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I Am Your Herald, Father

Pairing: Priest!Sigma x gn!Scribe!Reader

Writing Genre: drabble

Genres: medieval times, angsty-fluff

Word count: 645

Warnings: alcohol, me trying to use Latin

Links: Medieval scribe

Notes: I totally didn't use one of @requiem626k 's posts as inspiration for the introductory scenes ;) Don't forget to wish Sigma a happy birthday! :)

Read it on ao3!

for the Medieval!AU followers event

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The distinctive voices of three familiar courtiers echoed through the church's arched walls. The vibrato and the timbre unique to each one provided you entertainment while you sat at your desk, writing the Father's preachings from memory. The song was not new to your ears, as it had become popular throughout your duchy; a new composition by a man called Guillaume de Machaut. You looked up from your work and gazed upon a dazzling sight: 

The delicate morning light draped across the figures standing before the grand altar. White silk cascaded down the men’s bodies; gold necklaces and rings displaying their status. The priest’s voice resembled an angel, beckoning you to the light. His grey eyes held a mischievous sparkle, one that was reciprocated by the golden eyes of the King’s fool to his right. The counsellor across from the jester however, held a calculating look as they locked eyes. Together their deeper voices created the punishing sword of the godly servant – one ready to strike down the sinners of Earth.

How deceiving they would be… if one did not know them in the way you do.

As their serenade ended, Sigma approached you and held out a hand, silently asking you to join them. Your matching white ensemble floated behind you as the priest rapidly dragged you to a table near the altar where the courtier stood pouring four small goblets of wine.

He handed one to each of you before speaking, "Sit lux luceat nobis in saecula.*"

Together you raised your cups and drank. A satisfied smile donned the courtier's face as he nodded at the priest.

"This has been a lovely rehearsal, Father, but if you will excuse me I must go meet with the King."

Sigma smiled and cast his hand toward the door, "You may leave, my Lord."

As the black-haired man turned to leave, he was abruptly sent stumbling backward. The white-haired jester had stepped on the edges of his mantle, and telling by his minuscule smirk, it was on purpose. The amethyst eyed man simply glared at him and huffed before continuing along his path to the door. The jester made a risky decision to follow, chuckling as the courtier cursed at him in another language.

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The sun had risen to that of a traditional high noon; you sat in the front pew with Sigma to your left. He turned his head in your direction, making steady eye contact with you as he asked,

"Are you ready for today's lesson?"

You nodded in silent response.

His body shifted in your direction now, as he lifted an almost glowing hand.

"What do you feel when I place my hand upon yours?" he spoke, tone sincere and quiet.

"I feel warmth… and an inner sensation of comfort."

The priest's eyes widened for a moment, before returning to their idle state.

"What do you feel when I intertwine our hands?"

"I feel a fluttering in my stomach, like that of a butterfly. My chest almost burns in excitement, and I fear that I might need the physician."

The man hummed, his brows furrowing in thought. "Do you know what this feeling is called? I experience the symptoms that you describe when we're together, but yet I do not know its name."

"According to the poets, and what I have read of their ideology… I believe that feeling is love, Father." you smiled adoringly, waiting for his next query.

He reciprocated your smile as he said, "I believe you are correct, Y/n. What I feel for you is love."

He brought your joint hands to his lips before placing a soft kiss on yours. You sighed happily as you brushed a loose strand of lavender hair behind his ear, fingers tracing over his gold earring.

"You are not alone in those feelings, for I am in love with you as well."

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* - English translation: "May the light shine on us forever."

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girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

[imagineyouandharry]

Gypsophila (H.S)

Summary: Prince Harry has been under great pressure to find a wife, and he finds his Queen in a way far more unconventional than he could’ve imagined. 

Words: 5,730

Warnings: It’s a bit strange I guess? Idk lol.

A/N: Someone requested a Prince!Harry au forever ago, and then I didn’t really have an opportunity to write for a while, and then this idea sprung up on me and I’ve been lost in this little au for the past few days. It’s like a little twisted fairytale, taking inspiration from Snow White and Sleeping Beauty mostly. Part two is already a work in progress. If people are interested I’ll even put out a little sort of world building lore post with a map of the kingdom etc (I’ve been in DEEP). This part is a bit choppy and barely edited because I was just so eager to write it and get something out, but I would really appreciate any constructive criticism and editing notes! TYSM!! Long story short, enjoy!!!

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Harry Edward Styles did not believe in true love, in fact, he thought it was the most ridiculous idea ever. Harry’s certain he’s laid eyes upon every eligible young lady, from his kingdom and the ones surrounding, and he hadn’t felt a single thing when looking at any of them. He prayed every night that he would find his love the next day, and finally be able to put his parents out of their misery and ascend to the throne. At the age of 27, Harry’s the oldest person in his family to not be married, no one every waited this long in the royal family. He would’ve had an arranged marriage at 21, though when his parents suggested that he ran away on a sailing ship for two months. One thing was clear to him: though he may not have experienced love yet, he wasn’t going to ruin his chances at true by being forced into a loveless marriage. It wasn’t only Harry’s parents, but the entire kingdom that woke each day hoping to hear that their Prince had found his Queen. They referred to Harry as the Good Prince, his subjects adored him, and lived for his acts of charity and selflessness, and they only hoped he would find a Queen that would treat them the same.

Harry’s outlook on love changed however, after his most recent hunting trip. Sundays are for family and hunting, that’s what Harry was always told. No day was for Harry, he’d come to learn that. Living under a microscope meant for very little alone time, and almost no guilt-free alone time. He and his hunting party rode across the fields and out to the dense forest surrounding the kingdom, and over the two hour journey Harry found himself agitated with the topics of conversation going on around him. He wanted a break, tired of everyone only ever speaking about royal duties or politics. Harry had discovered a fresh water lake if he went off the trail, and when he realised they were edging closer to his favourite place he decided to excuse himself with the excuse of needing to fill his canteen.

The natural spring was a hidden treasure indeed. Harry’s entire kingdom was cut off from the rest of the world due to the thick forestland surrounding it. There was only one trail in, and one trail out, and even then only experienced riders were able to make the journey. The end of the trail, in the deep of the forest, was also often lined with thieves and outcasts making it not the safest journey. This spring wasn’t necessarily hard to find, however thick trees that lined the main trail hid the spring, the gorgeous wild flowers, and clearing of soft grass either side. Harry tied his horse to his usual tree, softly parting the bushes careful to not cause any permanent damage, and stepped his way through. His kingdom was full of hidden treasures like this, tucked away in places only to be found by those adventurous enough.

The sound of the running water was most prominent, however the closer he walked to the spring, the more he could hear a faint, delicate singing voice. Harry couldn’t recognise the song, but it was one he’d never forget now. It felt as though his heart dropped in his stomach, and he had to lightly scratch his arm on a branch to double check he hasn’t died and was hearing an angel of heaven sing to him. He walked closer, with quiet footsteps so not to disturb the singing. He knelt down to the edge of the spring and began to fill his canteen, looking around his eyes eventually focused on the source of his siren, standing in the clearing over the other side of the spring as she picked a bouquet of dainty flowers. Lavender, daisies, bellflowers, poppies. Her body was dressed in sage green, the simple dress showed she definitely was not from a wealthy family, but it was simple and beautiful in its own way. Perhaps she sewed it herself, it did look as if it were made for her. He could see her hair shine from here, and the features of her side profile were striking him even from a distance. She didn’t look real. The strange girl across the spring looked ethereal, like her beauty was too surreal for this planet. Had he hit his head? Was he seeing a forest fairy? He hadn’t even realised the staggering increase in his heart rate as he watched the girl, and listened.

He lost track of how long he had been watching her for, snapped out of his daydream when he heard a “Your Royal Highness! We must be getting on!” Harry heard shouting at him from a distance, most likely back where he had tied his horse. The girl had heard the faint noise and her eyes shot in Harry’s direction. His cheeks flushed with heat as their eyes met only for a brief second, before she ran away. The eye contact brought a slight curve to his lips, although she was leaving, at least he got another good look at her.

“Wait!” He called as he stood up, his hand and canteen dripping wet. His eyes softened as she simply left, looking back briefly in her stride, but he’d blown it. “God fucking damn it.” He cursed under his breath as he began to trudge back to his horse, his feet weighing heavy on the ground.

That was the most he’d ever felt, looking at the stranger across the lake singing as if it were for him, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d just lost his future Queen. Half of him wanted to wade through the water and run after her, but Harry wasn’t a often disobedient Prince, when one of his parents or advisors told him to jump, his usual response would be “how high?” It’s ironic how for someone who’s whole life depends on finding his future Queen is given so little time to actually explore a social life, or love life himself. He was always set up with suitors who his parents found best. In the rare times he’s able to sneak away he’d gotten around, and most definitely wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never found a girl who had made him feel the way he wanted to feel about his future queen. He only wanted to please his family, and his realm, but this was the one thing where he refused to compromise.

Y/N was as far away from a future queen as it could come, or at least that’s what her step-mother wanted everyone to think. The entire town hoped to marry their daughters off to the elusive Good Prince Harry, however her step-mother only wanted her biological daughters to have that chance. When Y/N’s father passed away her step-mother sent her out to live as a recluse in a tiny cottage in the woods, she had always feared that her beauty would distract future husbands away from her actual daughters, and didn’t want to ruin their chance of being married. Each Sunday she drops Y/N off the supplies she needs, but that was the only human contact she was given. It wasn’t too bad, she managed to keep herself busy with sewing, baking, or whatever other art or craft she could think of and had the materials for. It was lonely though, and she was ultimately alone.

Well, if you don’t count forest fairies. Y/N hated being outcast into the forest, and spent most of her early months in the cottage crying to whatever wild animal she could find that day that would stick around long enough. Eventually, these wild animals started bringing their fairy friends along with them. They would spend their days with Y/N tending to fruit and vegetable gardens, watering plants, having picnics, and making daisy chains. Her life was simple, and although not one she asked, it was one she was growing fond of. Male company was something she could only imagine and long for, or read about in story books. There were dozens of fairies living in the forest, but she’d become particularly close to a group of some of the female fairies.

Each Sunday before her step mother visits, Y/N will pick her step mother a bouquet of flowers in attempt to win her over, in hopes maybe one day her sweetness will earn her way back into town. Y/N had total obliviousness towards her step mother’s plan, and towards what was going on in the city. This year, any woman over the age of 21 was to present herself to the Prince. Y/N’s 21st birthday fell on the day she was scheduled to be presented to the Prince. The letter had been delivered shortly before she was sent away to the forest, Y/N never laid her eyes upon it though. The letter outlined the royal guard would be coming to collect anyone who failed to present themselves on the day, and to Y/N’s step mother that meant the only option was to make it so Y/N never turned 21, or made it to her birthday for that matter.

Seeing the Prince most definitely did spook Y/N during that day in the field, if her step mother ever found out she’d had contact with a male there was no chance she’d ever be allowed to move back home. She did all she could think to do. She ran. She ran so fast that the petals of the flowers she had picked were ruined in her haste, quickly shutting herself inside the cottage to gather herself before her routine afternoon visit from her step mother. Sure she knew of men to be dangerous and terrible, but she feared her step-mother’s wrath more than anything any man could put her through.

Like any other Sunday, she scrubbed the house and dressed herself in whatever new garment she had stitched herself this week. The fairies had been busy this week and she’d had a great deal of time to herself, embroidering colourful flowers into the soft white linen of the new dress she had made. Her step-mother would bring her fabric and thread to sew dresses for her step sisters. It was something to be proud of, but most likely would be over looked. Little was said upon her step-mother’s arrival, but her character seemed off. Her step-mother’s eyes darted around, checking windows as she insisted on making the two of them tea. Y/N sat down at the small dining table, recounting tales of her week, ensuring to leave out anything about fairies or a boy. She watched a small bunny outside the window, forgetting to speak as awe overwhelmed her whilst she watched its tiny nose twitch. Her daydream came to an end when the sound of the ceramic mug hit the hard wood of the coffee table. “Drink while it’s warm, my love.” Her step-mother told her, sitting down in the seat at the head of the table beside Y/N. It wasn’t long after that that Y/N hit the floor, and her step-mother was shrouding herself in a hooded coat and sneaking out of the tiny cabin.

Elsie, a fairy most close to Y/N, who specialises in healing, came to the conclusion that she was only out for about six hours before the fairies found her. They did all they could over the following weeks to bring her back to life, trying as many possible rituals, potions, and spells to give life to her body once more. Nothing was of use though, and instead they decided to preserve her in a glass case in the clearing amongst the wildflowers. She had professed to them that the clearing by the spring had been her favourite place, so they saw this fit. Preserving her in the glass case was simply because the idea of her beauty decaying away made any of the fairies shriek. Fairies never communicated with humans, however Y/N was different. Elsie had always theorised that Y/N had magic in her blood. Amongst the many spells and rituals they tried to bring Y/N back, they threw in a spell that would hopefully bring her back with true love’s kiss. It was like a safety net, or a ‘what if?’ But they eventually tired and wore out, preserving her was well enough for now. They kept her dressed in the new dress she had crafted for herself, it was so beautiful after all. They had placed tiny baby’s breath flowers throughout her hair, and made sure everything was perfect. They even went as far to adorn her in delicate gold jewellery, with beautiful crystals of all colours. Her body rested upon a large rectangular slab of rose quartz.

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Harry was dreading sitting in the throne room, while all the eligible females from the town were presented to him like livestock. It made him sick, and left a terrible taste in his mouth. All he could think of was the girl from the clearing. Is she a sign? Is he his ticket out of here? Was seeing her fate? Questions like that simmered over his mind and kept him awake at night, he had been sleeping little and finding it hard to focus on his duties. His best friend Niall was he closest confidant, the only one he had told about the beautiful girl in the clearing that day. Niall cared more for Harry than anyone, really. He didn’t just care about his fame or power or wealth, Harry was his best friend and he hated seeing his best mate so down about his love life and the pressure to marry a woman he doesn’t love. He made it his mission to find the woman, and his detective work lead him down a path he didn’t expect at all. First he went to the clearing where Harry filled his water in the spring, that was where he first noticed something over the other side of the spring that he couldn’t quite make out. He followed the spring and found an area narrow enough to cross, making his way to the structure he’d seen earlier. He didn’t know what to make of this discover, a dead girl in a glass coffin. ‘Forever at rest, only to be woken by true love’s kiss’ read an inscription on a gold plaque. He really didn’t know what to make of this. He didn’t know what to tell Harry.

Sweat lingered Niall’s brow as he made his way back to the castle to find Harry, to tell him of his discovery. “Look… I just need you to come with me and tell me what you think when we’re there.” Niall tells him, his voice somewhat breathless. Niall himself was still in disbelief, shock, his eyes wide as he shook his head. “I just- I don’t know what to tell you. You need to see it for yourself.” He adds.

Harry nods. “I’ll come immediately.” Harry tells him, his trust for Niall outweighing anything else going on in his head. Together they rode to the forest, crossed the narrow part of the spring, and towards where Niall had discovered Y/N.

“Is this the girl you were talking about?” Niall asks, however when he looks from the girl to Harry, he knows the answer. Harry couldn’t help but fall to his knees, pressing his palms against the glass as he looked inside. He noticed how long her eyelashes looked, and the freckles on her nose. His nose was almost touching the glass as he leant here on his knees at the side of her, taking her in up close.

“What happened to you?” He whispers, his eyebrows knitting together. Niall gives him a moment before he decides to mention the plaque at the foot of the structure.

“It uh, says something weird about being awoken by true love’s kiss. I don’t know if it’s true, and it’s revolting to think you would kiss a dead body for nothing, but someone has put her here. Someone made this. My grandmother in her old age would mutter stories about forest fairies and their magic… It just makes you wonder, you know?” He ponders, his eyes wandering away. It felt silly to bring up magic, it was something very commonly dismissed.

“Help me get this off.” Harry said as he brought himself from the ground, the soft grass had left green stains on his tan riding pants. He pushed the sleeves of his white linen button down up past his elbows, and the two men carefully lift the heavy glass case up off of the rose quartz Y/N had been resting on. It wasn’t easy, and the glass at the bottom dug into Harry’s fingers before they set the glass piece of the structure down on to the grass. “Alright. Here we go.” Harry said, in attempt to psych himself up for kissing a dead girl. She didn’t look dead though, just sleeping, you could only tell she was dead due to the missing rising and fall in her chest with her breath. “I might start walking back to the horses, give you some privacy.” Niall said, giving him a slight smile. He also didn’t really want to witness someone kiss a dead person, if she didn’t end up waking up.

“Good luck. Take your time.” He adds, part of him had no doubt it was going to work though. The stories his grandmother would tell him of the forest fairies were something he’d always held on to, those stories were amongst his most treasured memories. He’d always had some hope.

Harry waited until he could no longer hear Niall’s footsteps before he leant down close to Y/N, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. He took a moment, if this never worked it was going to be the last time he’d ever see her. He couldn’t fathom coming back to this spot if this didn’t work. His heart began to ache at the thought, it made his chest feel tight, and gave him the urge to rub at the spot.

“I really hope you’re who I think you are.” He whispers as he looks down at her. “This might seem like absolute madness. I don’t even know your name, but if you wake up for me, I swear to you I will be yours forever.” He began, to Harry this almost did feel like a ritual, it felt special, and the words he was speaking were amongst the most genuine he’d ever given life to. “I promise, I will protect you. I will provide for you. I will love you. I will never, ever harm you. I will love you until my very last breath, I just need you to do this one thing for me.” His voice was barely a whisper now, and breaking as hot tears welled in his eyes. He very carefully leant down, pressing his warm, puffy lips against her cold, smooth ones. He didn’t know how long to wait, but it didn’t feel wrong. It was a sweet, tender kiss. His eyes closed, and he felt at peace. It felt more than at peace. The long grass, wildflowers, and tree branches that surrounded them began to stir with wind, petals floating up into the gusts that took them. This girl had a tendency to make him feel like he’s dead and in heaven. Her lips slowly began to warm, and skin began to glow with heat. It felt like they were floating, as if the universe was made up of just the two of them. The flowers beneath him began to grow taller and more dense, and it began to feel like his heart was pulling towards hers. It felt like a tether had been formed, connecting their energy, he could feel as her heart began to pump blood again, and her energy radiate from her skin. It felt too surreal.

Slowly, Harry removed his lips to allow Y/N to breathe. He let a hand lay gently resting on her cheek as he watched her gasp for her first new breath, eyes shooting open as she looked up at him. It wasn’t shock she was met with when her eyes met Harry’s, but peace. The luminous green eyes that were gazing down upon her were like lighthouses, guiding her towards safety. So many questions began to race her mind as she came to reality, unable to decide which one to ask first. As if based on intuition, Harry decided to speak. “I uh- I’m not too sure what happened to you but my friend found you here today and brought me to you. I believe I saw you a few weeks ago, in the same spot. I’m not sure how long you’ve been out here, but there was this little plaque at the end of this thing here, that said something about a kiss to wake you up… I’m sorry for kissing you without your consent, but I couldn’t risk not taking this chance.” He didn’t mean to ramble or to overwhelm her with his spiel, but he was overwhelmed himself with everything that had just gone on. True love’s kiss. His queen. His true love. The other half of his soul, in human form. Y/N’s lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. She closed them once more as she sat up and looked around, swinging her legs off the side of the marble before looking back up to Harry. Her movement had disconnected his hand from her face, and they both longed for each other’s touch once more already. Her eyes began to well with tears as she began to think about how she got here, her last memories.

“I can only assume how overwhelming this must all be for you… We can stay here as long as you need, it’s just us. When you feel ready for it, I can take you back to my home and we can get you showered and fed. I don’t mean you any harm.” Harry doesn’t even need to add that last sentence though, because she can feel it. She can feel his love for her, she could almost hear it if she listened closely enough, as if his heart was now beating a song for her.

Harry stood back, as if to give the doe eyed girl some space. She looked at him as if he was the most precious treasure on Earth, he’d never felt so overwhelmed with love. This was followed by her delicate hands reaching out, taking ahold of his as she brought herself to stand in front of him. “Is it alright if you hold me for a second?” She asked softly, needing time to process things.

It had been so long since she had been touched affectionately, she couldn’t really remember it. Her father was never affectionate, nor her step mother or step sisters or anyone else she’d met. She felt comfortable with the stranger in front of her though, and didn’t have the energy to resist the magnet like force pulling her towards him.

“Of course.” He responds, his voice soft as he wraps his arms gently around her frame, pulling her into his warm figure. Harry was like the perfect, giant teddy bear… but he wasn’t really that soft. Pressed against him she could feel how chiseled his features are. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she relaxed into him, cheek against the skin of his chest kindly revealed by the first few buttons of his shirt being undone. “What’s your name?” He asks, tangling his fingers in her hair to lightly rub his fingertips against the tender skin at the back of her neck.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Yours?” She asks, looking up to the tall, broad man.

“Harry.” He decides on leaving out his royal title or last name.

“Just Harry?” She asks, her eyebrows raising.

“For now. We have plenty of time to talk about me later.” He notes, removing the same rogue strand of hair as before from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. It was almost as if her hair had a life of its own, breathing, like the other flora growing in the forest. He had noticed the baby’s breath in her hair, though her hair moved, they remained in the same places, as if growing out of their place on the strand of hair. “What do you last remember?” He asks, needing to know if whatever put her in eternal sleep had been by accident, or as an act of malice. She looks back away from his face, resting her cheek once more against his chest.

“My step-mother, Styephania came over, she made me tea. That’s all I can really remember.” She said, unable to stop the disappointed sigh from escaping her lips. Maybe she’d had a freak health accident, like a stroke. Just because she’d been mistreated by her step mother her whole life, didn’t mean she was capable of murder. She knew her step mother didn’t put her out here though, this was the work of fairies. They were looking on, hiding in the bushes as they stood witness to young love blossom in front of them, not wanting to disturb the two of them. “I look crazy, and it sounds crazier saying this, but I’m certain the forest fairies are responsible for looking after me and putting me here. The day she came over was the day I think you saw me here, and I’m not sure how I’m meant to feel but I don’t feel like I’ve been a dead body since then. I feel like no time has passed at all.” Harry avidly listened to her speak, her voice like caramel, seeping in his ears and warming his whole body. Harry wasn’t phased by her mentioning fairies, Niall had suspecting this being their work earlier. It was the only explanation Harry could think of. He couldn’t understand why her step mother would leave her here, why she wouldn’t find her help.

He didn’t want to worry his sweet girl now, he wanted to make sure she felt alright, safe, and cared for. His grip on her wasn’t too tight, but firm in a comforting way. “The plaque… It mentioned how you’d only be woken by true love’s kiss.” He figured the longer he waited to tell her the stranger it would be. His cheeks were red, as if embarrassed or ashamed to tell her about the plaque, how strange it all was. Her eyes met his, and the connection gave him whiplash. He couldn’t peel his eyes away, getting lost in the little pools. He wanted to know everything about her, what she liked, disliked, what she ate for breakfast, her favourite songs, flowers, secrets. Everything.

“I don’t know if I know what love feels like. The only men I’ve spoken to are all twice my age. I wasn’t really allowed to see boys. You’re definitely much, much more beautiful than I would’ve imagined a man to be, and I’m certain that my heart is literally beating for you now, since you woke me.” She tells him, the descriptions of heroes in stories she would read, or how she would imagine the older men to look when they were younger, were incomparable to Harry. The compliment made his cheeks flush. With each beat of her heart, it was as if it was pulling her closer to Harry, calling out for him, begging for him to love on her and soothe the ache in her chest.

“How has God made something so sweet?” He mumbles, he hadn’t even realised he’d said it out loud at first. “You’re breath taking. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, and trust me when I say I’ve seen a lot of them. Even from far away, the first time I saw you… You make me nervous. You make my heart race, and my palms sweat, and I get butterflies in my stomach and nervous when I think about saying the wrong thing or not having you like me. It’s as if you’ve been carved by God himself, like he was showing off when he made you so beautiful. I wish I’d met you sooner.” Those last words burn his throat, how easier the last few years would have been if he had just been able to find her sooner.

*****

Harry sent Niall back to the castle first, having him instruct everyone to clear out the path that the Prince and his soon to be queen would take to his suite, he didn’t want to spook her with people around. The guards had to stay though, non-negotiable. He also had Niall ensure the doctor was on standby, just to check on Y/N and stay in the castle over the upcoming weeks in case anything else happened. Security was going to be increased, and tightened, and a warrant put out for her step mother.

The two hour horseback ride to the castle would give them well enough time to get to know each other, Harry and Niall had also switched horses, Niall’s being the slower of the two. “I don’t want to startle you when we get there. I also don’t know how to really tell you this. I’m in the royal family, so the guards and whatnot are something to just be ignored. They’re for your protection. I don’t know if you heard much of what I was telling Niall earlier, but you’re going to be very safe here, and we’ll find out what happened. I’ll look after you, I promise.” His eyes are ahead as he speaks, looking over the vast green fields ahead of them once they eventually emerged from the forest.

“Still just Harry, to me.” She reassured, sensing his nerves about revealing this information to her. His shoulders relaxed at her reaction, and a smile formed on his lips when his mind began to wander into what their future may be like. His queen.

“Hey, one day that’ll be King Harry to you.” He joked, thankful that it was received with a laugh. Her laughter was almost as sweet as her songs, and for the rest of the journey he made it his mission to mine as many possible laughs out of her as he could, like little nuggets of treasure. After making their way through the fields that lined the forest, they went down a long road that served as a divide between two of the castle’s towns, and at the end of that road just past a small valley of mountains was a sight far more glorious than Y/N had imagined. Her village was a small village that contained mostly candlemakers and dressmakers, and it sat further to the east, people only ever going out there to purchase fine candles and clothing. It was niche though, and not many could afford the fineries the master crafters in her village would create. Y/N hadn’t even really seen a home larger than a cottage, Harry’s castle looked large enough as if it could contain its own little world, a complete wilderness of towers surrounded by fine gardens, protected by a large moat with a standalone drawbridge. Harry didn’t even need to announce himself, the drawbridge was already in the process of being lowered for him.

“I had Niall clear our path, I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll introduce you to everyone when you’re ready.” Harry reassures her, she hadn’t even thought of anyone else though, too in awe of the sights around her. Flowers she’d never seen before laced these gardens, with fine marble sculptures and fountains protruding from them.

“I can’t believe this is your home.” Y/N whispers, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Your home too, if you’d like.” Harry replies, though his words immediately shrouded him with nerves about rushing Y/N into anything. It was stupid, they were each other’s true love’s, but it felt wrong being strangers, so Harry tried his best to conceal things. He’d never been in a conventional relationship before, never mind whatever this arrangement is or was going to be. He just knew he wasn’t meant to rush things, so he tried to refrain from expressing his feelings as best as he could. Her arms around his waist tightened, Y/N needing to feel as close to Harry as possible. He held the reins in one hand, the other arm resting over hers around his stomach, holding on to her arm to make sure she couldn’t let go.

“I’d like that.” Y/N reassures, gently rubbing his side to soothe him. Harry was too caught up in his own feelings to pay attention to how calm Y/N was. She could feel his anxiety though, and continued to try to soothe him as best she could. Y/N knew very little about Harry so far, but what she did know was that he was kind, caring, and had a lot of worries. She’d never been a worrisome person, and if anything would even refer to herself as naive, it was something she’d always been almost ashamed of but in this moment felt like maybe she’d been made to be by Harry’s side. Y/N liked the idea of spending her days being Harry’s rock, a voice of reason. She’d rather a man like this than one who had no emotions, that was for sure. It could’ve been whatever was now eternally bonding them, but she swears she was feeling his emotions, able to see his aura if she really studied hard enough. She sunk into him some more, her arms around his waist, cheek resting against his back. Harry made sure to take it extra slow, giving his love enough time to appreciate the flowers. She seemed to like flowers, and his mother took pride in this being the most beautiful garden amongst all of the kingdoms. He couldn’t wait to show her all the fineries that came with his life.