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wilbursprincess · 7 months

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Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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Could I request Gojo's s/o ignoring him and not making him sweets after he made them mad? Not in a mean way, they're grumpy but still want him to live longer so they still pack lunch for him. Just no more sweets.

Gojo opened his bento for lunch with his precious students, and frowned immediately when he saw there was no dessert in his lunch box.

For the past few days now, [Y/N] had been mad at him. He couldn’t figure out why and at this point he was too embarrassed/concerned to ask. They acted fairly normal, but the shift in their demeanor had subtly shifted. They would push his arms away when he tried to hug him. They slept on “their side of the bed” instead of in the middle with him like they always do. They hardly texted him at all through out the day other than maintenance text like ‘what do you want for dinner?’ ‘when will you be home?’ ‘pick up milk.’

The kicker though was that they weren’t packing him any treats in his lunch box. [Y/N] knew how much of a sweet tooth Gojo had. They usually thought it was cute. But the past few days he had been without homemade treats, and he had to resort to store bought vending machine snacks to get by.

Still, Gojo ate his bento in its entirety. Because despite the lack of sweets it was still very good and he wouldn’t waste it. When he got home that evening, he decided to take the bull by the horns. Gojo would have to ask what was going on and fall on his sword for an apology.

He just hoped their wasn’t a real sword involved.

“[Y/N], can you tell me what’s wrong?” Gojo asked. Just jumping right in when he came through the door and saw them doing dishes.

“What? What are you talking about?” They weren’t playing dumb. They were literally caught off guard by his question.

“I know something is up. You’ve been distant lately. Cold.” He watched as they put down the sponge with a sigh.

“I’ve been distracted.”

“Too distracted to put snacks in my bento.” Gojo muttered to himself quietly. He knew it was petty, but he needed those sweets to function. “Look, if you just…tell me what’s wrong, I’ll fix it. I’ll apologize. We’ll move on. We’ll go get ice cream.”

“I don’t want ice cream.” ‘Well not everything is about you’ He wanted to say, but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. “You didn’t do anything. Not…technically.”

Gojo arched a brow. “What does ‘not technically’ mean?” Usually if he did something, he 100% did it and there was no question that he did it. Gojo never claimed to be the model of temperance, patience, or restraint, but he’s also never been ‘kind of in trouble’ for something.

“I’m pregnant.” That left a haymaker in his gut. “It’s why I’ve been distracted. I was trying to figure out what to do and how to tell you, and I guess I thought I was playing it cool. Sorry if you felt left out in the ‘cold’.”

Gojo rubbed his head. Oh shit, he felt bad for that now. But there was an overwhelming feeling coming up inside him. He rushed over to [Y/N] and scooped them in a hug. “Why didn’t you just tell me?!”

“Well…it’s not like we planned this. And I wasn’t sure you wanted kids.”

“What are you talking about?! I love kids!” He was the best teacher in the whole world.

“You love teenagers you only have to spend a few hours a day with.” Fair. “A baby is…different.”

“Yeah, but it’s our baby.” He told them. Leaning in to press their foreheads together.

This was a much surprise than anything he could have hoped for in his lunches. He and his beloved were going to have a baby. There was no sweeter treat than that.

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coryosmin · 8 months

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Caught - Fem!Reader x Sejanus Plinth

Warnings: NSFW content, MDNI, masturbation (m), getting caught, p in v, unprotected sex, praising, etc. shitty writing because i almost fell asleep while writing it 😭😭😭

When Sejanus invited you to go over to his house on Saturday, you had obviously said yes. He was your best friend, the one you’ve stuck with since he arrived in the Captiol when he was eight years old. You had been the first one to be kind to him and ever since then, he kinda followed you around like a lost puppy. It was adorable. And now, ten years later, you guys were quite literally the best of the best of friends.

Sejanus was always there for you. When you had briefly dated Felix Ravinstill back when you guys were sophomores in the Academy, Felix had broken your heart. So you know what Sejanus did? He bought you both ice cream and he stayed the night with you while you cried about how stupid men were. And Sejanus? He backed you up. Because through and through, Sejanus will always support you. That was the night you realized you had feelings for Sejanus.

And you always supported him. When Sejanus had come to your house one night, clearly crying over something that had happened between him and his father, you were there for him. You held him as he cried and vented to you about how his dad constantly thought so little of him. And that Sejanus would never be good enough in the eyes of Strabo Plinth. And you reassured him. You told him that he was doing great, that he was perfect the way he was, and that he worked so hard. That night, Sejanus fell asleep in your arms while you guys were lying in your bed.

You went to Sejanus’s house a bit earlier than originally discussed, not that Sejanus would mind. You had a few errands you had to run so you decided to stop by sooner. When you arrived, you first noticed that his Ma wasn’t home and that Strabo wasn’t either as an Avox greeted you. Though it made sense, you figured that’s why Sejanus invited you over to spend the day with him.

You walked to Sejanus’s bedroom but as you were about to knock and turn the doorknob, you heard moaning from the other side. You blushed as you realized you caught Sejanus at the wrong time. “Oh my god,” You heard Sejanus moan on the other side. “Y/N.” You froze as you heard him moaning your name, your heart racing fast. Did you mishear him or did Sejanus Plinth, your best friend of ten years, just moan your name while jerking himself off? You clenched your thighs together.

You took a deep breath, knocking on the door. You heard rustling from the other side of the door before the faint sound of Sejanus’s voice. “Uh…Come in,” He said, clearly sounding as though he got caught doing something. You opened the door, placing a smile on your face as you looked over at Sejanus. The boy had his blanket covering his body and you noticed his pants on the floor beside him. “Oh!” He said, his cheeks reddening as he saw you. “Hi.”

“Hey,” You greeted, walking into the bedroom and placing your things down. “I had to run a few errands so I decided to come earlier than anticipated,” You said, trying to maintain eye contact with Sejanus. But you could clearly see his bulge poking through the blanket. “I must’ve caught you at a bad time.”

Sejanus didn’t quite know what to say. He bit his lip as he was very embarrassed. You had just caught him jerking off and moaning your name so of course he was embarrassed. “I-” He said, unsure of what to say.

You couldn’t help but be turned on though. You have knowingly liked him for two years. And to find out that he’s getting off to the idea of you? Who wouldn’t be turned on? Your mouth moved before your brain could tell you not to. “I could help you,” You said, tilting your head to the side.

Sejanus’s eyes widened. “What?” He asked in disbelief.

You took a deep breath. Well, there was no going back now. “You could fuck me.” You said confidently.

Sejanus’s mouth opened in shock as he looked at you. For a moment, you almost regretted telling him that. Risking your friendship over some stupid horny thought? That was ridiculous. That was until Sejanus said, “Do you mean it?”, in such a sultry way.

You bit your lip nodding your head. “Please, Sej.” You asked, stepping closer to him. “Want to make you feel so good.”

“Fuck,” Sejanus breathed out, taking the blanket off of himself and revealing his cock to you. “Yes, please.” He said.

You smiled as you pulled your dress off, glad to have worn something so easy to take off. Underneath your dress, you wore a beautiful pair of lace panties and a lace bra. It was a baby blue color. You had worn it simply because they were the most comfortable set you owned and you kind of just threw them on. But as Sejanus looked at your body in awe, you couldn’t help but feel glad to have chosen them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sejanus murmured from his spot on the bed. You moved to lay down next to him, nervous about what to do next.

“Yeah?” You asked, biting your lip.

Sejanus smiled, nodding his head, “Yeah.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, his brown eyes looking into your beautiful [eye color] orbs. “Are you sure you want this? You don’t have to do it just because you caught me.” His voice was so soft and tender as he spoke to you. He wanted you so badly but he respected you so much.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked at Sejanus, unable to help the warm emotions you felt looking at him. Biting your lip, you took his hand and guided it to your cloth-covered pussy, your wetness seeping through the lace. “I want you, Sej,” You murmured back. “I want you so bad.”

“Fuck,” He let out a shaky breath as he felt you through your panties, moving the cloth to the side as he began to rub your clit. “You’re so wet for me,” He said, leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips.

You moaned softly against Sejanus’s lips as he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t believe that this was truly happening. You’ve dreamt about Sej touching you numerous of times, fucked yourself with your own fingers imagining they were his. And now it was finally happening. Sejanus moved his fingers down to your hole, easing one finger in easily. You pulled away from the kiss, gasping as you looked down at his hand. Sejanus thrusted his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, curling it to hit your g-spot. You closed your eyes, arching your back in pleasure. He added another finger.

“So pretty,” He murmured into your ear, kissing your earlobe. “Can’t wait to be inside of you.”

You moaned, turning your head to bury your face into his shoulder. Sejanus’s fingers moved faster inside of you, making you let out a high-pitched moan. Sejanus fingered for a few more minutes, making you get so close before pulling his fingers out. You whined at the loss of contact, causing Sejanus to chuckle.

“Don’t whine, baby,” Sejanus said, bringing his hands to cup your breasts. He leaned down to kiss the top of your cleavage, bringing a hand behind you to unclasp your bra. “Gonna fill you up soon, promise.” He threw your bra somewhere in the room, not particularly caring where it went. He then moved to take off his own shirt, still having it on from earlier, throwing it off to the side.

You took it upon yourself to take off your panties, throwing them to the side as well. “Gonna make you feel so good, Sej,” You said, crawling onto his lap. “Can I ride you?” You ask nicely, biting your lip so prettily.

Sejanus nodded his head, unable to help the smile on his lips as he looked at you. “Please.” He said.

You smiled as well as you placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cock, easing yourself onto his member. You gasped as you eased down on him slowly. He was girthier than you had realized, stretching you out. Sejanus let out a low groan, his hands moving to your hips.

You stayed still for a moment, adjusting to Sejanus’s size. You couldn’t help but experimentally clench your walls around him, causing him to gasp. After a few moments, you slowly moved your hips up and down. You leaned in, pressing your forehead against Sejanus’s. “You feel so good inside of me,” you whispered, your breath hot on his face.

Sejanus let out a shaky breath, unable to help the moan that came out with it. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He murmured, kissing you on the lips. You kissed him back as you slowly rode him, grinding against his cock.

The whole moment felt surreal. You had walked in on him jerking off and now you’re fucking him. You felt like such a whore and yet…you couldn’t help but be so glad that you did it.

Sejanus began to meet your hips, thrusting into you while you moved up and down on him. You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips while kissing Sejanus. You pulled away from the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. Sejanus looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust. “You’re so beautiful,” He said, breathing heavily. “Making me feel so good, princess.” You whined at the name, clenching around his cock. Sejanus let out a breathless chuckle. “You like when I call you princess?” You nodded your head. “Such a good princess for me.” Sej said, wrapping his arm around your waist as he angled himself to fuck up into you.

As Sejanus started to thrust into you, you stopped your movements, unable to help. “Oh my god!” You moan out. Sejanus’s cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing your eyes to water with tears of pleasure. “Sej!”

Sejanus continued to thrust into you, rutting into you like his life depended on it. You cried out in pleasure, unable to help yourself as you gripped his shoulders. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” He moaned out, closing his eyes as he lost himself to the pleasure of your cunt. “I’m so close, baby, I'm so close.” He said, opening his eyes to look at you.

You looked so gorgeous on top of him. Your cheeks were red, your eyes had such pretty tears of pleasure. You were moaning so deliciously. Your cunt was so warm and tight. Sejanus would fuck you all day if he could.

You felt the familiar feeling building in your abdomen as your orgasm washed over you. You arched your back as Sejanus continued his movements. “Gonna cum for me, princess? Gonna cum on my cock?” Sejanus grunted as he thrusted into you. You let out a high-pitch moan as your orgasm washed over you, clenching your thighs as you quivered on top of Sej. Within seconds, Sejanus was cumming inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

And when you both came down from your highs, you slid off of Sejanus’s cock, collapsing on top of him. You both were breathing heavily as he wrapped his arms around you. It was silent for a few minutes until you finally spoke. “Maybe I should catch you jerking off more often.” You murmured breathlessly.

Which ultimately caused Sejanus to laugh. “Yes, yes you should.”

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gowonders · 1 year

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eternally ♥ c.bg

summary ? : you and choi beomgyu being best friends. literally INSEPARABLE. doing everything together. everything. (mutual pining duh)

notes: are y’all getting sick of my beomgyu and besties to lover obsession? yes? TOO BAD. i ♥ this trope with this man. it’s his. moablr when can we agree that beomgyu is THE bsf>lvrs man.

warnings: cursing, non idol au, not proofread, short

beomgyu, your childhood bestfriend. you two got ‘married’ at recess multiple times, you two shared a first kiss, first breakup, let’s just say he was always there for you.

circa middle school… “she was ugly anyways, gyu!!” “no she wassnnttttttt.”

around high school? “have you kissed anyone, gyu?” “yeah?” “show me how.”

you two were always attached at the hip, doing everything together, and honestly? you can’t but notice how hard you’ve been falling for him lately too.

everytime you’re at his house, watching corny romance movies, laying in his arms as he braids you hair, you always imagined you and beomgyu in those situations.. until the main characters do something absolutely stupid, making you both double over laughing, hitting eachother as you giggle.

or when you were at the beach, and you made a sandcastle, and in the sand he wrote ‘beomgyu+yn’ with a heart next to it.

it made you crazy. you needed him to be yours.

and you didn’t know, but beomgyu liked you back— no. loved you back.

he was so obvious with his flirting, told all his friends about you, told his family about you, but you were the only one who didn’t know.

he bought you stuff, always made you take photo strips with him at the mall, and you guys ‘platonically kissed’ all the time.

so why did he think you didn’t like him?

and why didn’t you think he liked you?

because.. you were both painfully oblivious. your friends saw it, your family, anyone who met both of you at the same time saw it.

and you only saw it when you were at your house, parents gone shopping..

”yn. did you take the ice cream i left here last night…..?” he asks, voice getting playfully angry.

with a giggle, your head leans against the couch, yelling into the kitchen. “mayyyybeeeeeee…!”

with a loud huff, he shuts the freezer and runs over to the couch and pins you down, starting to tickle you.

”beomgyu you bitch!! stop!!!!!” you say, your arms flailing as he relentlessly attacks you, both of you giggling at the moment.

until you pay him back, sitting up and tickling him too.. he’s definitely loud.. screaming ringing all throughout your house before he pins you back down, but this time he stops.

his hands are wrapped around your wrists, keeping you from moving, and he’s sitting on your thighs, so you don’t try and get him again.. but he only realizes now how close you are.. and if he moved a few inches closer, he could just kiss you.

and maybe if he confessed now, he could. but would that ruin the friendship? everything?

“gyu? you good?” you ask, squirming under him, snapping him out of his trance, but all he can say is “i like you— no. love you.” you gasp quietly, managing out of his grip as you both look at eachother. the silence is so loud. “what?” you say, a breathy laugh at the end. are you dreaming?

the beomgyu that just called you a bitch, who always rolled his eyes when people shipped you, who said anything “lovey dovey” was for practice, liked you???

well? so did you.

”i like yo-“ “i heard what you said. i just can’t tell if you’re being serious or if you’re playing a joke on me. again.”

yeah.. he once confessed to you to ‘get your reaction’… (in reality he was just too chicken to go through with it.)

“nonononono yn!! i really do! you think all the times we’ve kissed or fake dates was because i despised you or something? no! i really like you. i will like you forever. eternally.” he says, still keeping you pinned to the couch, but you can’t even bring yourself to move, anyways..

”really??” you laugh sheepishly, was it just you or was he moving closer?? you could feel his long hair brushing against your cheeks as he just sits over you,

”yes, really!! you know what, you need to shut up. i’ve been SO obvious and you have been the most oblivious bitch ever!! it is so so annoying, yn. i think i’ve made out with you more times than the times you’ve realized i was flirting.” he says, giving you that ‘you’re stupid.’ look he always does, his eyes are narrow and his brows are furrowed. “im oblivious? weren’t you the one that—“ “shut up.” he cuts you off quickly and actually closes that gap between you two, pressing his lips against yours in a rushed manner.

that definitely shut you up!!

he pulls away, his eyes moving all over your features before shaking his head as he rolls his eyes. “so? can we date now or???” he says, his thumb running across your bottom lip.

you stall a little, then stutter for a second.. but then you just give him a nod. that nod he’s been waiting for ages to see. and that honestly makes his day.

“finally, youre still such a little asshat for eating my ice cream.” he says before peppering kisses along your cheeks.

”awe, really? i thought one of the perks of dating you would be you forgiving me?”

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lvrcpid · 2 years

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sweetheart - modern!au

valentine’s day with modern!au avatar!

neteyam

— he’s so adorable

— he walked into school LOADEDDDDDD with stuff for you

— i’m talking chocolate covered strawberries and a big teddy bear

— he refuses to let you put stuff in your car, you WILL show him off

— you guys wore matching outfits

— he slipped some hand written letters in your locker

— his handwriting is so pretty

— i feel like you purposely brought lipstick to put kisses all over his face

— sweet boy would take you on the beach (since it’s like on the cusp of winter and spring it’ll be a little cold)

— gives you his jacket

— doesn’t care if he’s freezing

— you guys watch the sunset

— he gives you a pendant with your birth stone on it

— kiri gave him the idea

— he’s so in love with you it hurts

lo’ak

— imagine he’s dating YOU and not tsireya, just for the umph factor

— he’s so corny

— he comes into class blasting music

— he embarrasses tf outta you

— he got you some flowers with DADDYS MONEYYYYY

— he didn’t expect to get anything from you so when you got him stuff he almost fell out crying

— i see lo’ak as the type to get you like things you can use (he spent 100 dollars on neytiri’s card buying you FULL SETS AND CANDLES)

— he stays showing off his stuff

— “dawggggg look at what (y/n) got me!!” “you don’t have nothingggg (y/n) got me thisssss”

kiri

— strictly told you she didn’t want anything

— like almost choked you out

— when you got her something though, she didn’t complain

— hated it on the outside but loved it on the inside

— i feel like she’s the type to bring you a whole cake

— all decorated and pretty

— probably slipped a rose quartz in your pocket

— you take it out like ???

— she took you on a picnic after school

— sunset pics with kiri!

— love her sm

ao’nung

— he refused to give you anything during school

— mainly cause he forget them in his car

— “you have stuff but it’s in my car..”

— when he finally DID give you your stuff, it was A LOT

— he got you a pair of crocs?? gift cards??

— he took you to dinner after school

— i’m thinking red lobster

— he the type to play footsies with you under the table then kick the hell outta your shin

— he paid for dinner 🤭

— you paid for ice cream though

— his weird ass didn’t get ice cream but got sherbert

— he took you home and y’all SMOOCHED before he walked you to the door

tsireya

— you have so many plushies. i mean so many.

— she bought so many for you , you needed to go leave some in the office

— matching flowers in eachothers hair

— her outfit is all red and pink

— you know how some schools do that little candy thing

— she bought you like 10.

— poor girl is so in love with you

— you guys go roller skating as a date

— a lot of falling down together

— “(y/n) HELP ME!!!”

— she’s literally on the wall

— you leave before any of y’all can break a bone

— she kisses u before you take her home

— live laugh love tsireya

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thewulf · 2 years

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What a Look on You || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary: Y/N and Rooster are best friends. Two of the closest best friends you'll ever see. The squad tries to get them to admit their feelings, with no luck. Y/N's friend comes into town stirring the pot up a bit.

A/N: Well I'm kind of blown away by all the sweet comments you left on my first Top Gun FF. So I decided to crank another one out for you guys! This time featuring our lovely Bradley Bradshaw. I'll def write a part two to Who are You? Just give me some time :)

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 6400+

“Come on Gigs, he clearly likes you.” She paused looking you up and down, “Hell, he might be in love with you.” Natasha smirked after sinking yet another pool ball.

“Shut up, Phe. He doesn’t like me, and he certainly doesn’t love me.” You sighed grabbing the pool stick from her. You eyed the stripes, took a deep breath, and miserably missed.

You heard her laugh from behind you, “Too busy thinking about Rooster?”

You lightly shoved the pool stick into her side shaking your head, “No, I was thinking of ways to murder you.”

“You wish, I’d beat your ass. Don’t even try.” She threw a wink in your direction.

You nod silently, “Not disagreeing with that.” Natasha was just stronger than you. Not that you were tiny and weak but there was something so frightening about Natasha Trace that you wouldn’t even think of crossing her.

“So, you agree then?” She asked waiting on your answer patiently.

You groaned shaking your head, “No Phoenix, I do not agree with you. The man doesn’t have feelings for me. That’s it.”

“What man?” The annoying voice of Hangman spoke up from behind you.

“Rooster.” Natasha grinned making kissy faces in your direction.

“Oh no shit, that man is in love with you.” He nodded one hand with a beer the other in his pocket.

“Not you too.” You threw your head back in defeat, “He’s just my best friend. That’s all.” Truth be told you wish it was more. You’ve wished it would be more for years. He was everything to you. He was the man of your dreams really.

He was thoughtful. Oh, was he so thoughtful. He remembered the smallest details about you, making you feel like the most special person in the world. One of your favorite memories with him was when he invited the whole class to his place to watch some football. He had made pulled pork but remembered you didn’t really like pork. So, he pulled you aside and handed you a bowl of shredded chicken. Your heart nearly burst into pieces then, you had only known him a few months and just knew he was it.

He was also so incredibly sweet. One summer when the two of you were walking Virginia Beach, not too far off base, he noticed a little girl drop her ice cream near the vendor. He didn’t hesitate to try and calm the poor girl. He bought her a new cone and quickly gave it to her calming her meltdown. You couldn’t wipe the stupid cheesy grin that laced your face.

He was soft when you needed him to be but hard when he saw you hurt. He was protective of you, so protective of you. He couldn’t bear to see you hurt. He really did think the world of you. He never wanted to lose you. But you never thought to much of it, he just acted like a big brother would.

The two of you met in school. Rooster to be a pilot. You attempted to be one, but you were rather quite miserable at it. So, you tried your hand as a WSO and found your groove with that. Rooster always claimed he didn’t need a WSO but was always so happy to have you along when he was ‘commanded’ it. The pair of you clicked instantly. He always made you laugh. In fact, that’s how you got your callsign ‘Giggles’. He made you laugh when you were in drill, getting you in trouble way to often. You really didn’t mind though; you were so infatuated with the man.

Days turned into months turned into years. The two of you dated different people at different times never really finding the right time to get together. You settled on best friends who literally knew everything about one another. You really did want him but just like him, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

“Besides,” You looked at the two of them, “Carly is coming into town, and I need to worry about that. Not him.”

Jake smirked, “Is she that pretty one you post sometimes.”

Rolling your eyes you nodded, “Yes pig. She’s my pretty friend. She’s off limits for you Hangman.”

Laughing he eyed Phoenix suspiciously, “That’s not your decision sweetheart. It’s hers.”

“Why are you so annoying?” You wanted to punch him, but you restrained yourself knowing better than to crack open that can of worms.

“Relax. Has Carly ever met Rooster?” He questioned.

“No. She’s met nobody here. I went to college with her and really haven’t seen her since. But she lives close so we recently reconnected. Thus, why she’s on my Insta Hangman.” You admitted, way too much. You weren’t sure why you divulged all that information.

He nodded, “Speak of the devil.” His eyes flicked towards the door which your eyes followed looking to the man entering the bar. Your face broke out into a wide grin seeing Roos in his usual Hawaiian shirt, looking relaxed on this fine evening.

“I’d say she’s in love too.” Phoenix laughed.

“Shut up!”

“I can’t believe you get to look at these guys every day.” Carly whispered ogling nearly every aviator that walked by.

“Every damn day. They’re more like brothers than anything. God, they’re all so annoying.”

She nodded, “Could be worse. You could be looking at Phyllis all day every day.” She laughed which you joined in on. Carly was traditionally beautiful. She was tall, thin, blond, and athletic. Everything came natural for her. Things were just easier for her. You were always slightly jealous of the girl but tried your hardest to let it go, you did a good job at hiding it.

“That’s true. No Phyllis’s here.”

She grinned turning back to the front, a small commotion coming from the entryway. Of course, it was Rooster and Hangman arguing. The two of them were always bickering about something.

“Who are they?”

“Two idiots.” You laughed.

“Wow,” She finally tore her eyes from who you thought was Hangman, “He’s beautiful.”

“Which one?” You asked peaking your eyebrow up in curiosity.

“The brown-haired guy.” She grinned turning back around to eye him. The pair were still caught up in whatever argument they were in as they walked to the bar for some beer.

Your heart sped up a bit, surprised she wasn’t talking about Jake. They always went crazy for Jake, not her Rooster, “That’s Bradley. Rooster.”

“Oh wow, Y/N. That’s your best friend, right?” She looked at you wide eyed.

“Yep, that’s Roos.”

She nodded, “You didn’t tell me he was drop dead gorgeous Y/N. Is he single?”

“Yeah, he is a cutie and he’s single.” You nodded trying your best to sound less than enthused about the whole situation.

“You wouldn’t be mad if I went and talked to him then, would you?” Her eyes brightened as she looked back and forth between the two of you.

Why would she want to do that? You knew Rooster was a catch, it confused you as to why he wasn’t snatched up just yet. It didn’t seem to bother you that a stranger at any time could go up to him and win him over but Carly? That was too much for you. Way too much for you. “No, no I wouldn’t mind.” You lied again refusing to turn and face her. You were being incredibly weird, and you knew it.

“I’m surprised you’re not going for the blonde though, seems more your type?” You spoke up just before she started to walk away. Making any attempt to stop the girl from wooing over your Rooster.

“He’s cute. But there’s something about Rooster. I can’t place my finger on it.” She smiled brightly waiting anxiously for you to let her go talk to him.

Your stomach clenched but you ignored it nodding her on, why were you your own worst enemy? Why were you letting her do this? You knew the second you said it wasn’t okay that she would drop it. You didn’t know why you were being such a chicken shit about the whole thing. But ten years of friendship was hard to give up knowing just how good that friendship could be.

You sat on the high-top chair anxiously tapping your glass attempting to look anywhere other than the bar where Rooster, Hangman and Carly were chatting. Your leg bounced up and down slightly shaking the whole table in your attempts to look the other way.

“You okay Gigs?” A soft voice spoke breaking you out of your trance.

“Hmm, yeah totally fine.” You smiled seeing Bob appear at your side. Bob was always so sweet to you, always looked out for you. You had also known Bob from early on in your career. The two of you being the quietest WSO’s in your respective classes and always getting shit on for it. You tried your best to protect him, and he did the same for you.

He sat down opposite you following your line of sight right to the bar, “What’s the matter?” He asked again waiting for you to open to him. Truth be told you and Bob were close as well. Not as close as you and Rooster but you weren’t afraid to be honest with him. He really felt like a brother to you, a protective one at that.

“Nothing Bobby.” You looked back at him continuing to play with your glass.

“Bullshit Y/N.” He challenged you leaning forward.

“Uh oh, Bob breaking out the real name. I must be in trouble.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “Somethings up, you looked like a maniac there for a second.”

“I just got distracted.”

“By what?”

You eyed him knowing what he was doing, “My thoughts.”

“Is that why you were staring at Rooster and the girl?”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping just a hair, enough so that Bob noticed, “I wasn’t staring Bobby.”

Shaking his head, he closed his eyes finding the right words to tell his friend, “You are a being a fucking idiot Y/N.”

“Bobby!”

He looked you dead in the eye, “Y/N, I’m being serious. You’re hurting yourself now. You’ve loved that man since I’ve known you. And I’ve known you for almost eight years Y/N.”

“I can’t Bobby. I can’t lose him. I can’t risk it.” You looked down at the empty glass coming to that full realization, you didn’t have it in you. The worst outcome is that Rooster would walk away and that was way worse to you than the slight chance he might like you back.

“Come on Y/N. He likes you too. You just don’t see it because you’re so used to it. Rooster would do anything for you.”

“There’s nothing there Bob. It’s been ten years, there would have been something. I’m his best friend. He’s mine. That’s it.”

He groaned, “Fucking idiots. Both of you.” He threw his head into his hands trying to get you to realize what was right in front of you.

“Jesus whose dog died?” The southern draw from the annoying blonde pilot spoke from behind you.

“What are you talking about Hangman.” You looked at him like an annoyed sister would. If looks could kill yours would.

“Bob here looks miserable. Guess that’s just you bringing out the best in people.” He winked setting his glass down between the sitting pair. You turned around seeing Rooster making his way over slowly with Carly. You held in your disappointment and channeled it to the second most annoying thing in the room.

“Charming as ever Jake.”

He decided to stop after seeing the sadness in your eyes. You thought you were great at hiding your emotions, turns out your damn facial expressions gave you away like a book. “You love my southern charm darling.” He gave you a side hug attempting to bring the snarky Y/N back out, not the mopey one.

“Yeah, yeah.” You nodded looking at Bob who was simply observing what was going on around him. You were sad. Hangman caught onto it and tried his best to cheer you up, Hangman style. Rooster seemed enamored with Carly and Carly seemed just as enamored as him as they walked up to the small high-top table. You looked like you were about to combust when you saw where his arm had landed, right on her hip drawing her closer to him. You flicked your eyes to Carly who was smiling at him. You then looked at Rooster who of course was staring right back at her, even when they got to the table.

“Roos, nice to see you.” You said all too bitterly before hoping off the chair refusing to look at him. “I’m getting another, anybody need anything?” You just looked at Bob, ignoring the rest of the group.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” He followed grabbing his empty glass. What you didn’t see was the hurt look that crossed Rooster’s face after the unfriendly greeting. He couldn’t recall a time when you had spoken to him that way, your voice was always so sweet and kind. Even when the two of you argued you never had sounded so upset before.

“You didn’t have to come, I just panicked.” You admitted once you got to the semi-crowded bar.

“Because you don’t like him.”

“Uhh, shush. You know I do. Just shut up about it.”

He grinned, “It’s nice to hear you finally admit it.”

“Shhh, Bobby, lower your voice. You know, you’ve known. You’re the only person I’d admit it too though.” You waved the bartender down for another round, not seeing Penny tonight.

“Y/N has a crush, Y/N has a crush!” He whisper shouted in your ear.

You wide eyed him, “Shut up Bobby, I will beat you up.”

He started full on laughing now, “Why do you always threaten violence, Y/N?”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. Who was this Bob and where did hers go? “Bobby, you’re being a little shit right now.”

“I’m just excited you finally fucking admitted it Gigs.” He clapped your back.

Shaking your head, you picked up your beer and slowly made your way back to the trio that had taken over your high top. Rooster had backed off Carly a bit.

Rooster grinned when he saw you walking back over with Bob, “Giggles.” Still grinning with that big, beautiful smile he had.

“Roos.” You nodded your head sitting back in your seat next to him, returning the smile as best as you could.

That worried him, your half smile did. It was different. If there was anything he noticed in this world it was when you acted different. It was always so easy and normal between the two of you. He could pick up when something was off, he just knew something was off.

“Have a good day?” He asked you, just you. Looking right at you, the staring was almost too intense for you. You in turn also noticed things with Rooster. Like right now, him boring his eyes into the side of your head was certainly new.

You hummed, “Fine, except Cyclone was up our asses all day today.”

Bob nodded in agreement, “Some new wizzo training he’s getting us all on.”

“Seems like a bunch of bullshit to me.” You continued, “But can’t talk back to Cyclone. No siree, no.” You took a long drink from your beer. It was really hitting the spot today. You glanced up and Rooster was smiling at you. You nearly forgot about your poor friend Carly, standing there clueless.

“Sorry Carly,” You smiled at her, “Wizzo is WSO which is what Bob, and I are.”

“Right!” She laughed, “Weapons people, right?”

Hangman chuckled, “The best damn weapons people we got right here.”

“Aww, is Hangman being sweet?” You cooed at the tall blond.

“That’s what I have tell myself, since you are the only two left here.”

“You asshole.” Bob laughed smacking his arm.

“Not that you guys aren’t the most fun but there’s a pretty little thing over there that just walked in, so if you’ll excuse me.” Hangman winked over at Bob before sauntering off, surely turning up the charm, to the girl.

“Oh Hangman.” You laughed turning your attention back to the group, “And your day Roos?”

“Same old, same old.” He laughed running a hand through his hair. You attempted to hide your ogling eyes, why did he have to do this to you? It’s not like he hasn’t run his hand through his hair a thousand times before you. You willed your brain to just stop thinking of him as more than just a friend, but it might finally be rebelling against your wishes. You didn’t want to blame Carly for the green-eyed monster that was threatening to spill out, but she was the only difference in the group.

“Mav kick your ass yet again?” You smirked watching for his reaction.

“Hey now, Giggles. I’ll get him one of these days.”

Shaking your head, you eyed Bob who was having all too much fun watching the two of you go back and forth, “Statistics say you’ll have to beat him one of these days.”

He pointed his finger at you playfully smirking, “You just know exactly what to say.”

You shrugged looking back to Carly, “Roos can’t beat his instructor, Maverick. Bit of a running joke at this point.”

“Don’t poison her mind Y/N!” He gasped pulling her tight. Ouch, that hurt, you noticed. You noticed how easily they seemed to mesh, how Carly’s face lit up when she was pulled into his side, how he seemed more than pleased with himself holding onto her.

“You’re already doing that Rooster.” You force a laugh knowing just how unnatural it sounded.

“So, Y/N, Bradley was telling me about all the different places I should check out when I’m here.” She grinned looking up at him with her big brown doe eyes. You bit your lip forcing yourself to stay civil.

“Oh yeah? Like where?” You asked genuinely curious of what he had said to her.

“A few beaches, the museum, the base and didn’t you say something about a cliff?” She asked pulling on his arm getting him to look back to her. He obliged nodding his head like a little kid.

The cliff? Your cliff that only you and Rooster seemed to know about and made sure not to share with anybody? He mentioned your spot to her. It seemed as if the air had gotten knocked out of your lungs. You hadn’t defined that the cliff was your spot but neither of you brought it up to anybody else. It stung, it hurt, and you quite frankly didn’t know how to react. You fought the stupid hot tears that wanted to flood out of your eyes.

You set your halfway empty glass back down onto the table, harder than needed. Which of course caused both Carly and Rooster to look at you. You faked another smile and muttered, “Why doesn’t Rooster just show you?”

Bob sat back in his seat curiously watching the situation unfold before him. He noticed Carly light up at the suggestion again pulling on his arm, “That’s a great idea Y/N!”

You curled your lip fighting every damn emotion that wanted to spill out, “Chock full of them.”

Rooster laughed trying to ease the tension he could clearly see coming from you, “Are you sure Gigs? I don’t want to take time away from you and Carly.” He asked placing his hand on yours.

“Oh, I’m positive Bradley, go have so much fun.” The words came out just as bitterly as before. You were testing him, and he was failing you miserably. You knew it wasn’t exactly the fairest test. You weren’t communicating with him, you desperately wanted him to see what you were doing, but he didn’t see it.

“If you’re sure.” He tried to grab your hand again which you slid away just in time. You looked back up at Bob with the saddest eyes he’s sure seen. Again, you refused to look over at Rooster, you knew the waterworks would be out in full effect if you did.

“Mhmm.” You hummed chugging the rest of your beer, “I’m going to go.” You spoke more to Bob than to Carly and Rooster.

You quickly gathered your things and started walking to the door head full of every scenario imaginable. What if Rooster liked her? What if he decided to start dating her? You shuddered at the thought. Of course, it would be Carly to come swoop in and take him away from you. Carly was playing life on easy mode; she could get whoever she wanted whenever she wanted.

You made it about halfway to the door before realizing you drove Carly here. You sighed and turned around seeing Bob silently sitting there with his thoughts watching you while Rooster and Carly seemed very into whatever they were chatting about.

“Rooster.” You shouted not wanted to walk back over there and deal with it, “Bring Carly home. Or don’t, whatever.” You mumbled the last sentence, hoping he really didn’t hear what you had to say.

He gave you a thumbs up sending another kick to your stomach. Spinning around on your heel you beelined it for the door now. Once out of the bar the fresh air hit you like a ton of bricks, a few tears escaped. This really wasn’t how you thought this night would go. You thought Carly would be all over Hangman or one of the other pilots, not Rooster.

You hopped in your car mentally thanking yourself for parking on the opposite side of the bar, away from any windows. You sat there and let yourself cry it out. They were silent tears. You didn’t want to breakdown in the parking lot of the Hard Deck, but your emotions were simply getting the best of you now. You had to wonder why you were feeling this bad now, you’ve seen Roos flirt with hundreds of girls and take them back to his place, why did Carly freak you out so much?

You don’t know how long you sat there but it was long enough for you to hear a knock on your window. You almost jumped out of your seat looking over to see Bob standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Bobby?” You asked while sniffling.

“Let me drive you home.”

You shook your head, “No, I…”

“Y/N.” He just looked at you. You let your shoulders fall before unbuckling yourself. You got out and moved yourself to the passenger’s side, letting Bob take the driver’s seat.

“Bob, I can really do this myself. I’ve done it a thousand times.”

He rolled his eyes while starting your car up, “I called your name three times Gigs, you’re not fine.”

“I am fine, I was just…”

“Thinking?” He interrupted seemingly agitated with your responses.

“Yeah Bobby, just thinking.” You hummed looking out the window.

The ride back to your place was mostly silent, just the radio chatter buzzing away. You weren’t sure what to say. Bob sure as hell didn’t know what to say. He simply observed two adults who clearly have feelings for each other continually put both of themselves in pain watching the other. It didn’t make sense to him. He was sure Rooster had feelings for you, deep feelings, although he’s never directly confirmed it. He also knew that you liked him, having finally admitting it to him.

He pulled up to your place off base, he didn’t live to far from you. He was planning on walking home and finding a ride back to the bar tomorrow. He couldn’t let you drive seeing how zoned out you were, how distraught you really looked. He had to wonder if this was a regular occurrence for you. He didn’t really see the longing in your eyes before tonight.

You started to get up, he realized he needed to say something quick, “Y/N, I’m not the best at giving advice. But I think you need to tell him. You’re tearing yourself apart over this.”

You turned away from him thinking for a moment, “What if he leaves me Bobby? I don’t think I could go on. I really don’t.” A fresh set of tears started making their way down your red cheeks. You turned back to him shaking your head.

“Hey Y/N.” He frowned seeing you look so small and broken. He was never good at this, women crying, it always overwhelmed him, “He would never leave you. He loves you.” Bobby squeezed your hand softly trying you to get you to understand what he saw day in and day out.

“I’ll think about it.” You mumbled finally opening your eyes to him.

He nodded with a smile on his face, “Good, that’s a start Gigs.”

You used your cardigan to wipe the tears off your face, “Thank you Bobby, for everything. Really, thank you.”

He gave you his genuine Bob smile, “Anytime Giggles.”

You smiled back at him remembering when you were ‘officially’ assigned your callsign. Rooster stood diagonally in front of you in drill. Every time the Captain would turn away, he would make a remarkably stupid face which made you laugh, a little too loudly. Your poor ass caught the end of Captain Warmack’s really bad day. You started giggling trying to hide your face, but Warmack caught you. He stood right in front of you, squatted down and started berating you. You had to take it, in front of the whole class. You were sure your face was as red as a cherry tomato. At the end of his yelling he said, “And all you do is giggle, giggle, giggle.” Sparking the callsign in Rooster’s head. He profusely apologized when you were dismissed and you shrugged him off telling him, “It took everything in me not to laugh Roos.” And the pair of you were cracking up. Officially earning your callsign Giggles. You didn’t hate it, but you certainly didn’t love it, you were growing to love it. Over time it got shortened down to Gigs, which you embraced whole heartedly. You were worried that the name made you seem weak, but it did the opposite, people saw you as approachable which gave you many opportunities over the years to show how good of a WSO you really were.

“Night Bobby.” You said as the two of you exited the car, “You can drive my car home if you want.”

He shook his head, “It’s a ten-minute walk, I might need you to drop me off at the Hard Deck tomorrow though.” He sheepishly grinned.

“Anything for you Bob.” You waved while entering your home. It wasn’t really your home; you were renting it out from a couple while you were here. You weren’t sure how much longer you would really be here anyway. The mission was over, half the squad was already reassigned. You knew your time was ending and it terrified you that you would be shipped away from Rooster yet again. The two of you had managed to get deployed together often but not every time. Your stomach was always in knots whenever you were due for reassignment, just hoping you’d be close to him.

You looked at the clock frowning seeing it was only 8, you really did plan on being out for a while longer. You decided on pampering yourself tonight seeing as that was the only thing that could get your mind off Carly and Rooster. You turned your phone to silent and set it by your bedside not wanting any distractions. You picked up your favorite book deciding a nice long soak in the tub was exactly what you needed. After spending far too much time soaking you decided to just read and go to sleep. Your eyes closed around 10 that night, failing to turn your phone over since you had gotten home.

What you didn’t see were the frantic texts from Rooster making sure you were okay. He has probably texted you 15 times between the time you left the bar and when he was dropping Carly off. You were clearly upset trying to play the whole thing off as nothing. So, he decided to text you to make sure you were alright. An hour passed and the conversation with Carly was fine. She was a beautiful woman, but she didn’t hold a straw to you. After the first hour he sent a few more texts, just hoping for a response but to no avail. He distracted himself by taking Carly down to the beach showing her a few things. He wasn’t really going to take her to the cliff, it kind of just spilled out when he was talking to her earlier.

After another few hours of faking it with Carly he decided that he needed to check on you. It was nearing 10 and you still hadn’t texted him back which sent a little terror through him. Once he pulled in, he let Carly know he was just going to talk to you. He walked in enjoying the smell of your home. It always smelled like lavender, just like you did. Rooster was sure Carly picked up in his disinterest, he wasn’t trying to blow the girl off he just needed to make sure you were okay.

You were sound asleep when you heard a soft knocking on your door. Annoyed you rolled back over willing yourself back to sleep, but the knocking wouldn’t stop, “I’m sleeping Carly.” You spoke softly hoping she would just go away.

“Not Carly.” Rooster’s voice spoke through the door.

You internally groaned not ready for whatever this was, “Yeah Roos?”

“Can I come in?” He asked leaning his entire body on your door.

“Sure.” You spoke while still laying down, not feeling like moving.

He quickly opened the door taking a second for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He smiled seeing you laying there, looking so peaceful. You were still clearly trying to wake yourself up.

Yawning your stretched out while Rooster took a seat on the other side of the bed, “What’s up Roos?” You rolled over turning your body to him fluttering your eyes, trying to keep them open.

He looked sad, “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“I haven’t looked at my phone since I left the bar.” You admitted, almost whispering. Is that why he was here?

“Really?” He asked looking anywhere but you, “I texted you a lot.” He sighed looking down at his hands.

You bit your cheek to stop the stupid grin that was going to give you away, “I’m sorry Bradley, I was just tired and… yeah just tired.” You stopped yourself from spilling everything, just tired, that was all.

“Are you okay?” He asked leaning back into your bed turning himself to face you now, far too close for your poor little heart to handle.

You nodded, “I’m fine.”

“You just seemed so upset at me when you left the bar.” He stated in an almost whisper matching your nervousness.

“Did I?” You asked softly deciding to break the eye contact you two were making.

“Mhmm. Really upset and if was something I did…”

“No, it wasn’t you Roos. It’s me. I just…” You stopped this time feeling the emotions coming back stronger than ever. Your throat tightened up and you could feel your stupid eyes beginning to water. You quickly flipped around so you were facing him anymore to take a deep breath. Again, this was perhaps the last thing you expected to happen to you tonight.

“Hey, hey, hey, come back to me Y/N. You can tell me anything, you know that.” He placed his warm hand on your shoulder squeezing it tightly drawing you back into the room.

“If I tell you what I want to tell you it could ruin everything Rooster.” You whispered letting a few tears fall.

He could tell you were crying. It nearly broke his heart in two. He hated when you cried, he hated the boys that would fuck with you and break you down. He couldn’t stand it. It freaked him knowing that he was likely the source of your tears, “You could never ruin anything Y/N. I promise.” He cooed still holding your shoulder tightly in his hand, afraid you would vanish if he let go.

Here goes nothing, “Bradley I…” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I was jealous tonight.” You closed your eyes waiting for him to respond, so afraid of what his reaction might be.

He didn’t respond right away which sent your mind into a million directions all at once. You felt him get up from his spot on the bed, finally letting your shoulder go. This was it, he was walking out on you. How could you be so stupid? How could you ruin the one good thing you had, the best thing in the world?

“Y/N,” You felt him pushing the hair away from your face catching you by surprise, “Please open your eyes.” He stated.

You obliged, sucking in a breath when you saw just how dangerously close he was to you now. He was squatting down to the floor. His head was level with yours.

He grinned seeing your eyes snap open, “There you are.” He spoke so softly. Continuing to brush the hair out of your face putting you into overdrive. You weren’t sure how to deal with the utter intimacy. Sure, you and Rooster were close, but this was so different. He was looking at you like you really were the only thing that mattered. His palm felt so warm against your face you were sure you were about to combust.

“Here I am.” You looked away from him again. This was something. Any sort of courage you had was gone. This was your Rooster, yet you couldn’t even look him in the eyes for more than a second.

He cocked his head ever so slightly waiting for you to continue. You took another deep breath making sure to avoid his face when you exhaled, he was so close to you just waiting. Waiting on you to make the next move.

“I wanted to be her Roos.” You took a gulp ready to let it all spill now, “I was so jealous when you wouldn’t take your eyes off her. When you pulled her close. I was a stupid jealous girl who didn’t and still doesn’t know how to say this.” You groaned in frustration eyeing him to see his reaction. He looked happy, content, almost thrilled at the admission, so you continued, “I… I like you, Rooster. I like you way more than best friend should and uhm I…” You faltered.

He placed a finger over your mouth smiling as big as you’ve ever seen him smile, “My turn. I love you, Y/N. Not just as a friend, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you.” He looked right at you. You were struggling to process his admission to you. He loved you. He was in love with you. Your heart couldn’t keep up with your mind that was spinning in a thousand different directions.

“You do?” You managed to squeak out in the mess your mind currently was.

He nodded with his big goofy grin taking your head in both of his hands, “I’m so fucking in love with you Y/N it hurts and jealousy is quite the look on you.”

“Oh, wow.” Is all you said before you started cracking up. The relief that flooded through your system was twenty times stronger than any adrenaline rush the Navy gave you. The laughter was one of sheer bliss. Like you were floating through clouds, and you never had to land. You were sure your smile reached all the way up past your eyes. You placed your hands over top of his, which were still cocooning your face.

He joined in as well. The relief of knowing how the other felt about each other was nothing like anything the pair had experienced before. After a few minutes of Rooster making you laugh harder you finally came down from the high you were experiencing. He had yet to release your head from his hands. This time not afraid you would disappear but in euphoria that you admitted your feelings, he wanted to touch you for forever.

The laughter died down and two idiots were left looking at one another just smiling, finally admitting what had been building up for literally a decade.

You hummed rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand noticing the chills the rose when you did so, “I think I love you to.” You nodded your head, “No, I do love you. I don’t think I do. I love you, Bradley.”

That was all it took for him to let go of your head, gently of course. He scooped you like you didn’t weigh a pound from your laying position and brought you close to him, bridal style, “I thought I’d never hear those words coming from those beautiful lips.”

You turned your head into his chest to hide the insane blush that was inevitably covering your entire face, “No, no, no, don’t hide that face from me beautiful.” You could feel him laughing as he held you in his arms.

“That’s not fair.” You turned your head to take another good look at him. Your Rooster. Your beautiful Rooster. Who was holding you so gently in his arms. You hugged him tightly not wanting to let him go this time feeling like this was all too good to be true.

He pulled you closer to him in response, “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked in response to your actions.

You shook your head, “I just don’t want to let you go Bradley.” You smiled looking up to him. So happy. You were sure this is the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. Your Bradley. You were going to get to tell him you loved him for forever and you really couldn’t wait. You were going to get to wake up next to him, when you weren’t off on missions, every day and you really didn’t want to wait, “Stay with me tonight?”

He nodded rocking you back in forth gently in his arms, “I’ll stay whenever you ask, whenever you need me to.”

Your smile got even bigger if that were even possible, “Can you kiss me now Bradley?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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scarlettsandmaroons · 2 years

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midnight rain | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter eleven | chapter twelve: it came like a postcard

chapter summary: sometimes, weather forecasts can be wrong; yours said it would be sunny yet a storm came. the same way the bestest days can take a turn for the worst. you'd never choose rain. you did it once and now you're lost. but when you are, the sun always comes. and it envelops you in its warmth. it finds you, it makes you follow it, and you're secure. you'd must always choose the sun.

warnings: angst; non-aggressive fighting, guilt.

a/n: i know it took so long, but im too busy!!! i barely have time for anything so please understand! this took so little time actually, i wrote this in class for 30 minutes, and while i do hate the way i wrote it (for some reason i could never write proper angst?) my creative juices won't allow me for more. so please bear with me. ALSO, LITERALLY ONE CHAPTER AWAY FROM THE ENDING, YAY US.

a few months ago, you attended a sophomore party around the first few days of your sophomore year. it was at the university, in the event hall which happened past midnight where none of the teachers would have known the drinking, the dancing, and the sex on each corner of the space.

of course, natasha knew about it. she always knew everything. more so if it's something about you. you weren't supposed to go. but you and natasha had a small argument the day before the party—something about the way she so boldly touches you even when people were around. so to get your mind of it, you went; to get back at her, you didn't tell her and planned on going home drunk; and to taunt her, you wore the most absurdly revealing outfit in your dresser.

you were expecting to go home to her waiting for you in a robe and red wine, as she usually does when you come home past midnight. but she didn't. a few shots, and some minutes of dirty dancing later, you were pulled off the dance floor but her harsh grip, and everyone stunned at the professor's actions.

she pulled you in her office, trapped you between her and the desk, and when you thought she'd lecture you, she didn't. she dropped her forehead on your shoulder, and she bathed you in her warmth.

she told you she loved you. that she loved you so much. that she loved you dearly, sincerely, desperately. and the next day, you woke up with flowers and a bottle of her perfume on your bed. you need not a note to know what she was implying—you can try to grind on every person you want, but they'd know.

that's been your routine after every fight.

flowers, and a present.

today was undeniably one of the best days ever. granted, you and natasha had a little argument the night before, but that's what led you to the flower shop for the first time. you spent an hour smelling every plant; feeling the difference between the patterns of every petal; basking in the colors of the life the surrounds you.

and then you rode a bike to the mall. it wasn't your bike, it was wanda's old one from when she and vision had just moved to westview. but you found it in the shed. and with the flowers you bought in its little brown basket, you went toe to toe with the massive cars driving right next to you. and somehow, you felt like you were saving the world.

wanda, that morning, cooked you breakfast. and then she gave you ice cream in a bowl as dessert which doesn't happen at all. wanda can be a nag about health, and you often find the domesticity of having a mother nag you for eating junk very endearing, but it never hurts to have ice cream. and did you jump out in joy when she handed you a bowl.

billy wasn't home. wanda sent him to an errand outside westview. but he left you a sweet note and a sandwich on your bedside table before he left, and before you woke up. he should be home long past 12pm though, which would give you the very opportunity to make it right with your girlfriend before he comes back.

she wasn't here.

she's never here when she gets into a fight with you. she cools off her head, gives you your space, then she comes back to talk.

you assume that's how she'd always been, even with wanda given that she did use to live away from her family that you assume is because of a blowout. you never asked. and you knew she didn't want you to.

you bought her flowers and a scented candle that smelled like your favorite perfume. something that she can put in the office that's been home to too much of your sins, and overflowing with so much of your love.

the sun was out, and for the first time, it didn't seem to burn. it was just... warm. no chance of rain, said the weather forecast.

but of course, sometimes, they're wrong.

"do you know i cheated on natasha with vision?"

and it rained.

"sorry, what?"

the moment you closed the door behind you, and right after wanda called for you in the kitchen, it poured. harsh, angry rain.

"it was over a year ago," wanda clarifies. "natasha was getting too busy with work, and vision happens to drop by."

"wanda, i don't—"

"and i slept with him."

you stiffed. your chest tightened, and the grip you had on the bouquet you couldn't be bothered to hide behind you became strained.

you weren't sure why wanda was telling you. neither did you want her to. but suddenly you feel for natasha. like that very thing wanda did was enough to justify and save natasha from every argument, every fight, every bad thing between you two.

"wanda, i really don't know why you're telling me this," you whisper, voice shaking, resisting. "i think it's none of my business."

you didn't know what to do, what to feel. wanda cheated on natasha. and natasha is cheating right back. should it be called even? you couldn't say. the anger of knowing what natasha had to go through, vs wanda... your mother. sweet sweet wanda. you justified wanda in your heart.

she was standing behind the kitchen island, looking at the yard over the floor to ceiling windows. and then she turns to you, pauses when she sees the flowers and paper bag in your hands.

she smiles, tiredly. "is that for her?"

you didn't have to be asked twice. your mind didn't scramble for an excuse either. surprisingly, no "for who?" or "it's for billy". just silence.

she looks at you.

she knew.

her eyes stayed the exact same green shade as they were earlier. or yesterday. or the many days before that. there was nothing different. she looked the same. but she knew.

you'd already betrayed her, you couldn't lie to her. and your mind didn't allow you to even dig through your raging thoughts for an apology.

and she beats you to it. "i'm sorry," she tells you; her voice raspy, coated in what pain you could feel her hide.

all thoughts left your body. and you weren't sure why it was only now that guilt surged through your every vein, every muscle.

you might have not chosen natasha, but a part of you knew that she would choose you. that she would always choose you. and somehow, that was able to keep you in your bubble. to spare you the guilt. to keep you safe. knowing that while you would choose wanda, that you would do what's right; she wouldn't. she would choose you. even if it's wrong. and that makes the weight of your sin much much lighter.

"wanda i—" she gave you the chance. she stayed silent. she waited, she hoped, she looked at you with eager eyes. but you couldn't say anything. you didn't say anything.

she walked closer to you. you could tell her knees were weak, barely carrying the weight of her body. then she smiled, a sad comforting smile. like when she told you what she'd done to your mother. like when she offered you a way out.

you yelled in your mind. screamed. the voice begged to be ousted;

don't touch me.

don't touch me, wanda.

please, it's my fault.

don't smile at me.

slap me. curse me. swear at me.

throw me away.

force me to go.

don't...

please don't be nice.

please don't smile.

please...

don't make it harder for me...

you stayed silent.

something about the way her eyes sparkled with threatening tears made you feel a sense of home and longing. like the feeling you get when you know you'd have to travel the next day so you clean your home, and enjoy the few hours you have in your room. and you feel at peace. the dread, the excitement, and the longing. you feel everything all at once.

"i'm sorry," she tells you again. raising her visibly shaking hand to caress your cheek. you didn't know what to do. you froze. "i was supposed to protect you, i was supposed to be your mother," her voice decreased to a whisper. but you still heard the way it cracked. the way it got stuck in her throat. "it's all my fault."

and your heart broke. your heart broke for her. your heart broke for the crying eyes staring into you—the same ones the would shine when seeing her wife, or would sparkle when billy gives her a hug. your heart broke for the hurting mother. for your hurting mother. for the mother you hurt.

"wanda, it's not...," you whisper.

she stuttered for words. avoiding your eyes, struggling to keep her composure, "i really love her," she cries. "and i needed her. and she wasn't here. and i was desperate."

she was defending herself for a crime she didn't commit. you're supposed to be the one justifying. you're supposed to be the one crying—looking at her with grieving eyes.

but how could you? what could you say?

i didn't love her, wanda. but i would long for her touch, crave for her lips, burn for her warmth the same way i long for air, and crave for love, and burn for every bit of earth that falls on my skin.

i didn't love her, wanda. but when i go to heaven, and god tells me that this very sin is what would send me to hell, i'll tell him how ironic it was to have the only heaven i'd ever known be what would send me to burn down in hell.

i didn't love her, wanda.

but i did.

oh how i did.

"i'm sorry....," you finally say. you finally gathered the courage, the words, the thoughts to apologize. may it be the wrong ones, for the wrong person, but you were sorry for tolerating natasha. you were sorry for the indulgence. you were sorry for granting yourself the heaven when you were only meant to stay on earth.

you were sorry for natasha. for everything that you did. but not for loving her. never for loving her.

"no, darling i...," how could she call me that? "it's my fault. i should've—i should've known. i should've realized. you should have never been in that situation if i—"

"wanda what are you—"

"she wouldn't have used you."

she wouldn't have used you.

but she loved me...

"at least it—it wouldn't have...," she choked. "it wouldn't have gotten this far, i—"

she told me she loved me. she whispered it to me in bed, she wrote it to me in class, she moaned it in my ear. she loved me.

"you were a kid, i—"

she wasn't looking at you. she was avoiding your eyes, guilt surging through her body, and pain glinting her eyes. she was shaken up, she was confused. and you... you were lost.

"i married a beautiful woman. she is kind, she is thoughtful, she is caring," and she loved her deeply. you could hear it from her voice. and see it with the way a smile crept her face through her tears. the thought of her alone is enough to put her in a trance, in her own little bubble.

and then the bubble pops. and she looks back at you, unaware that she'd been looking away. "i...," she searches for words, looking in your soul; holding it, hugging it through the windows of your eyes. "i didn't think she'd be the kind to... take advantage of a child so she could get back at me."

i didnt think she'd be the kind to take advantage of a child so she could get back at me.

i didn't think she'd be the kind to take advantage of a child so she could get back at me.

suddenly the memory of her touch burns your skin. the memory of her kisses slices you. the memory of her, and everyday of the past year, and you, and the both of you—suddenly, everything was hell. and you were on fire.

your ear rings.

she used you.

she loved me.

she was using you for revenge.

she loved me.

she took advantage of you.

she loved me.

she pretended.

she asked me to run away. she loved me.

she's taking it too far.

she told me she loved me.

did she really?

no.

"she loved me," you resisted her touch. you moved away from her. you insisted, you screamed, you cried. "she loved me wanda."

you saw pain through the wrinkles on her face. you saw pain for the family she's losing, and pity for the daughter she'd come to love as her own. she grieved for her family. and mourned for your innocence in your place.

you saw it overtake her—the broken woman whose family's at loss overtake the sweet mother who'd cared for you for over a year. and more as a child. you saw it glint her eyes, the change from pity to anger.

"she loved me...," you cried, dropping to the floor.

you knew she was torn. should it be pity that you loved her wife, or anger that you loved her wife. she was fighting in her head. you can see the way she defended you in her own mind. you were just a kid that her wife took advantage of. but also, you were the stain in the family that she's been trying to fix.

you didn't know which one won, which side of her. the subtle cruelty of the way she dropped an envelope on the floor to your knees, and the love that it was to crouch to your level and look at you.

"you're breaking my family...," she told you. "i can't let you do that anymore."

you wonder which wanda your talking to. while her words were thorned, her voice was coated with the love of a mother.

"this is enough to get your mother out of the hospital, and last you until you graduate."

she had kept a distance between you two, especially when she stood up. she's calmer now as if she'd already decided.

"for what it's worth...," she trailed off. "i wish you never had to hurt billy."

the fight is over. you were the kid who her wife took advantage of, and let it happen. you were the woman who betrayed her son. and she hates you. like a mother who hates her child: forever.

just like that, you were out of the house you'd called your home for the last year, and under the blazing storm. you were lost.

"y/n!"

until your beacon shines again.

"oh my lord, what are you doing outside!"

billy runs over you from his car with an umbrella. he hadn't heard. but he takes you in his arms, and wraps you around his coat. "i left early," he whispers. "what happened?"

you were lost. you always had been. but billy always found you. and you always followed him. you were lost as a child, and followed billy to his home. you were lost after graduation, and followed him to university. you're lost now. and you knew you'd chosen well. because he always found you.

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Hi! I'm new to requesting so I hope I'm doing this right 😅 Can I request Nanami Kento from JJK spending a day with Reader and Yuji tagging along then people think that they're Yuji's parents? Thanks in advance!

Of course! here it is. I apologize if something is wrong :) enjoy!

note: any writing errors please let me know so I can fix them, okay? My requests are open if you want to make any! I will try to answer everyone.

You and Yuji walked around shibuya all morning . You followed much of the training that Nanami had given him, and when the opportunity arose, you allowed the boy to escape the obligations of his boyfriend's strict training. As the two of you walked, your cell phone vibrates in your pocket, already imagining who it could be, you rush to respond to the message.

"Nanami discovered us", you say, putting your cell phone in your pocket, laughing."But don't worry, you won't come back with it" An excited smile appears on Itadori's face, as the two sat on a bench to await their arrival from Nanami.

You could say that it took less than ten minutes for your boyfriend to arrive at the scene, his face was literally the same as always, not looking angry or happy.

"Why isn't he training like I told him to?" Nanami asked, arms crossed, approaching the two.

“Because I wanted to go for a walk with him,” you say, standing up to hold Nanami’s hand. "Come on, love... This boy's daily life is literally based on curses, training and missions. He deserves a rest, just like you." As they looked at Nanami with pleading expressions, he sighed deeply, giving in to the situation.

"Fine", he says, Itadori gets up excitedly and you rush to hug your boyfriend, as a thank you.

"Come on Itadori! I'll take you shopping for clothes" You shout excitedly, pulling the two of you towards the city center. Nanami was happy to see you smile after all the hard work, he knew you needed a break from your duties as much as Yuji did. And why not spend a little time with your girlfriend? You are rarely able to have contact while you are working.

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Nanami could say that you spent an hour and a half in a store looking at clothes, every thirty seconds you run towards your boyfriend, showing him a blouse, telling him he should buy it because it looked like his style. He obviously didn't know how to say no to you.

After a tiring day of choosing clothes, you decided to stop by an ice cream shop to enjoy the rest of the afternoon you had. "I want a small chocolate milkshake," Itadori said to the attendant, looking at the menu with variations of flavors.

"Small? You won't even settle for that, make him big, please," you ask, looking away from Nanami. "And you, baby? What do you want?"

"I don't feel like it. You two can take it for me," he replied, leaving the bags of clothes he was carrying for you on the floor next to the table. You rolled your eyes, buying the same flavor you chose for him. As you delivered the ice creams, you sat down next to Nanami, beginning to enjoy yours.

"I didn't need to buy it, I really didn't feel like eating ice cream," Nanami explained, looking at the ice cream in her hands.

"But now you're going to have to take it, my love." You said, smiling. Your boyfriend sighed, giving in and eating the ice cream you bought just to please you.

While the three of you were talking about Itadori's training, a lady approached the table you were at, shyly.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice how happy your family seems." Itadori raised his eyebrows, not understanding what the lady really meant by that. " Nowadays it is rare to see parents taking their children out. They are so busy at work that they forget to give their children love... It makes me happy to know that this custom is still preserved in some families."

Nanami looked at you from the corner of her eye, noticing your smile at the lady as she thanked you for the compliments. Knowing that revealing the truth would disappoint the woman, he preferred to remain quiet and continue eating his ice cream while you talked to her. Itadori took a while to process, but when the lady was gone, the two of you burst out laughing, leaving Nanami embarrassed that all the people in the ice cream shop were paying attention to you.

"Do we look like a family that much?", you asked both of them, while stroking Nanami's hand.

"Her vision must be affected by old age" Joked Itadori, receiving a kick from him for his lack of respect.

"I'm leaving." Nanami said, standing up and grabbing her bags of clothes.

"Why, love? Won't you stay with us?" you asked, holding the sleeve of his shirt so he would stay.

"I need to finish some business with Gojo. You can continue without me. I'll see you later." Nanami says goodbye, kissing his head and waving to Itadori as he leaves the ice cream shop.

But you didn't know that he was disoriented, wanting more than anything to have a child with you.

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ateezyuri · 1 year

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relationship with ateez :: matz addition

tags: @atzaria @ateezjuliet @m00niesk7 @btsnvra @softieteez @shinyddeonghwa @girlzwfun @still-astray @txt-yaomi @kittiverse @billboard-singer @mrk-lees [send an ask to be included or removed]

hongjoong

yuri was hongjoong’s first friend going into the idol world, apart from eden and maddox, of course. his first true friend. on yuris first day, hongjoong was the one that showed her where her studio was, and later that evening, he bought both of them ice creams from the 7/11 on their way home, even though that was quite literally the majority of his money. he really wanted a friend, and he could tell that she was really anxious coming into a new company, especially when there’s only two trainees. yuri really appreciated hongjoong, he was so kind and sweet to her and didn’t treat her like royalty. yes, she was happy people knew her name and her work, but every person she tried to be friends with only wanted to talk about her job and all the people she’s met. she could tell hongjoong was excited to meet her, but he still treated her like a person.

soon enough, hongjoong and yuri were best friends. they spent every night in the studio together. at first it was only to work on music, but as they got to know each other more, it turned into staying up late laughing until their stomachs hurt and snacks being littered on the floor. when they over worked themselves, they always brought each other food and drinks. they even dragged each other out of the chair to force them to get some rest. they still do to this day.

hongjoong was the first person yuri really opened up to out of the group. the two of them have a lot of deep talks in the studio late at night after everyone went home to bed, and they always always end up in getting ice cream from 7/11, right where their friendship started. now, since yuri and hongjoong knew each other for so long and had so many late night talks, they know a lot of stuff about each other, embarrassing stuff, and stuff that they wished they didn’t even know, and they are never ashamed to mention a crazy story whenever they feel like it.

deep spicy tea alert!! — as mentioned before yuri and hongjoong spent every single day, almost every hour with each other. spending that much time together, something is bound to happen. one night, hongjoong and yuri were hanging out in the studio as usual, having their late night tea session as they always did every friday. yuri had her head resting on hongjoong’s shoulder with her knees resting on his thighs, and hongjoongs arm was wrapped around yeongmi’s shoulders, playing with the ends of her hair every so often.

“i couldn’t believe that bambam turned yeseul down, like, it’s yeseul! how do you not want to dance with the yeseul. it just doesn’t add up. and from what jae told me, bambam kept looking around at the party, so he must have something going on with someone. if it’s that girl that stole his hockey tickets and used them to take her sneaky link to again i’m going to beat his ass, he can do better!” yuri complained, looking up to hongjoong when she was finished, and usually, hongjoong would agree with her and add on to it, but there was something else in his eye that she couldn’t ignore. his eyes were sparkling with adoration, and before she knew it, hongjoong was leaning down and giving her a kiss on the lips. she could feel his face tense up, but his lips lingered, and even though yuri was confused, she couldn’t deny that he was an excellent kisser.

his lips tasted strawberries, either from his lip balm or the candy he was eating earlier. it felt pleasant to kiss him, but it didn’t feel right. she didn’t feel a spark, she didn’t feel a passion. she could feel hongjoong’s eyebrows furrow, like he was confused why he even did that.

the adrenaline faded, and hongjoong immediately sprung back and threw himself to the other side of the couch. he didn’t know why he did that, he didn’t have feelings for yeongmi, he never even dreamt or day dreamed about kissing her, but for some reason he did. he couldn’t deny that yeongmi was a beautiful and charming girl, but, he didn’t see himself dating her. he was her best friend.

“i don’t know why i just did that…” hongjoong muttered, squeezing his eyes shut before looking over at yeongmi, sighing when he saw her smile, the kind of smile that tells you “everything is okay”.

“it’s okay, you just wanted to see what’d be like. i’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss you for awhile now too, if i’m being honest.” yuri said, chuckling a bit when she saw hongjoongs terrified look. “i don’t have feelings for you. i’m just…testing out a theory. i’m not too sure if i like guys.”

hongjoong sighed out of relief, “good, because no offense, but to me youre just my friend. i guess youre right. it’s nice to explore every so often. i’m kinda curious too…” hongjoong said, whispering out the last part. he never talked about his sexuality to anyone, he never felt this comfortable to even think about it in the same room as someone. “how do you even know who you’re attracted to?”

“i don’t know. i just go with the flow.”

hongjoong smiled, and scooted back to where he was sitting before, and yuri cuddled right back into hongjoong’s side like nothing even happened. “now, tell me more about bambam and this other girl.” hongjoong said, holding back his laugh when yuri practically jumped out of her soul to tell the story.

seonghwa

seonghwa and yuri are the cutest duo you will ever meet. almost too cute. seonghwa never fails to make yuri be cute, even if she swears up and down she’s not cute, after 10 minutes of persuading, yuri is doing whatever he or atiny wanted her to do. he breaks down her “cool” persona and makes her into a bubbly happy girl.

they have 0 serious pictures together, they are always pulling silly faces or doing something behind the other to photo bomb the picture. the two of them will have a few weeks where they just be absolute menaces to each other, and then as soon as the other buys one food, they pretend like they didn’t just post videos of the other snoring on twitter for the whole world to see and act like the worlds greatest best friends.

seonghwa has mastered the act of waking yuri up after a long schedule or just in general, but only he can do it without getting yelled at (poor san and yeosang had to learn the hardway). first, he makes her coffee just the way she likes, two shots of espresso with three pumps vanilla, almond milk, and of course, ice. yuri loves iced coffee in the mornings and hot coffees at night. then, once he sets the coffee on her nightstand, he turns on her fairy lights, lights her candles, and sits at the foot of her bed, gently rubbing her legs. it takes awhile, but it’s better to have a happy yuri in the mornings than a grumpy yuri.

atiny’s always say that yuri is seonghwa’s spoiled daughter, and all the other members are the unwanted ones. seonghwa always offers to pay for her meals on camera, but when they are off camera, seonghwa and yuri bicker constantly. yuri is always poking and annoying seonghwa, while seonghwa is always mocking yuri and making fun of her drink choices. they are just like siblings, act perfect infront of the camera then are crazy at home.

deep spicy tea alert!! — now, yuri and seonghwa are always so sweet and nice to eachother, even when they are teasing each other. they rarely take the teasing too far. but one day, seonghwa was just really tired and stressed, and he did not have the energy to deal with the teasing yuri was giving him. she was harassing him about how the one night he talked in his dream, telling the air how he was going to finish the song later and then yelling at it to go away and leave him alone — and seonghwa was tired of hearing her tell the story over and over again, so, he snapped.

“if you tell that story one more time yuri i’m going to tell everyone how you tripped and fell out of your own bed.” seonghwa threatened, giving yuri a dirty look — which didn’t phase the girl at all. yuri only giggled and turned around, continuing to tell embarrassing stories about seonghwa to the members. yuri didn’t get the hint that seonghwa was truly annoyed until he stormed off and left the room, the door slamming behind him.

“i guess i really hit a nerve….” yuri whispered, sighing and going to follow him. when she found him, he was sleeping against the wall in the hallway, his mouth open and his head awkwardly resting on his neck. yuri smiled, and gently poked him, guiding him to her studio and setting him on her couch. seonghwa tried to protest, but yuri just hushed him and sat him back down.

“shh, take a nap. you need it. i’ll come wake you up when we actually start practice.” yuri whispered, smiling when seonghwa nodded and immediately closing his eyes, his body relaxing as he let himself fall asleep. seonghwa later did apologize about how he acted, and even bought yuri a coffee because he felt so bad. yuri forgave him immediately, because all of us have bad days.

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years

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Established (but secret) relationship between Robin and reader. This is at the begining of the summer (S3)

A/N; I love this fic, so much! And I cried while writing it. It does have a happy ending!

Robin Buckley x Harrington!Reader

'I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister'

It was scary being a lesbian in hawkins, Indiana 1983. It was scary as fuck. If you hit on the wrong girl, the town had a new freak.

You assumed you could handle being labeled, but Steve wouldn't be able to handle being the brother of the fruity fairy.

It was best to stay in the closet. The only person who knew guys weren't your fortay was your girlfriend; Robin Buckley.

"Do you plan on telling your brother?" Robin asks. You had both decided to go hide in the store room. You had agreed to get Steve a date with one of your friends, and he had agreed to man the store.

When you had taken Robin Steve had said something about 'boy talk'. Disgusting.

"I feel like he would be okay with it, but I don't know. I'm nervous,I mean he's like my best friend. We raised each other, but I don't know," you sigh and Robin nods.

"Yeah, I get it. I haven't told anyone. But you," Robin replies and you grab the pen. You had both bought matching red high tops at the beginning of summer. Now you had to mark them.

"Okay, I know what mine should say," Robin says with a laugh, "I think you may like it. "I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister,"" she says and you laugh.

"Are you trying to tell Steve we are fucking?" You ask and that only makes Robin laugh even more as she writes it.

"I'm going to write it to, but be honest. What are the chances you think Steve will see that and kill you?" You ask and Robin laughs before handing you the pen.

"100 percent," she laughs as you copy her shoes. Once you finish, you both stand up and look down.

"They match, it's cute. But subtle," she says. No one would know about the two of you. But you did debate telling Steve.

"Im going to tell Steve tonight," you blurt as you both head into work. Robin goes wide eyed before giving you a supportive smile. She mouths 'you got this' before going back to slinging ice cream.

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It was another lonely night; just you and Steve. You both had made sandwiches, after a long day at the mall neither one of you had the energy to cook. And you desperately needed to make a grocery run.

"We've ate worse," Steve says as he takes a bite if his peanut butter sandwhich. "like the time I left you in the kitchen unsupervised," Steve was the cook, definitely not you.

Steve had noticed you had been even weirder than normal today. He didn't know why, he assumed girl problems and decided not to pry. You were both pretty open, not really keeping secrets.

You were terrified. What if Steve diddnt accept you? What would you do? If he told your parents, well you would be quite literally dead. And that was if you got lucky.

"Okay, I can't do this. Something is wrong, you've been acting really weird all day," Steve says and you freak the fuck out. It was Steve, of course he knew.

"Look, if you're pregnant, we'll get throufh-" you cut off that bullshit. There was no way in frozen hell that you had gotten pregnant.

"-I'm not pregnant," you say and he looks even more confused. He had no clue why you would be acting different if not.

"Yn, you can tell me," he says softly. You take a deep breath and tears prick your eyes. You go to walk away and Steve follows you.

"You won't love me anymore," you insist and Steve looks bewildered. Why would you think that? Steve was more worried now.

"Yn, there is nothing on this planet you could do that would ever make me not love you," Steve assures and pulls you in for a hug.

You let out a quick sob, you couldn't cry. Why was this so hard? You had assumed once you got over the nerves it would be easy. It wasnt.

"I dont like- I don't like guys Steve," you say and pull away to look at him. He looks more confused then anything.

"If you don't like gu- oh," Steve cuts himself off mid sentence. He realized; you like girls. He didn't care, and would love you either way.

"So, who?" He asks and you let out a choked up laugh. You snifle as he pulls you in for another (awkward) hug. Steve didn't want to fuck this up.

"Well there's this girl," you say with a smile. Steve sees the light you get in your eyes when you begin to speak, "Her smile , it's like heaven. Um, she's really pretty, and she's also my girlfriend," you finish and Steve nods.

"You can't leave me clueless," Steve teases and you decide to tell him. He would find out eventually.

"Robin, Robin Buckley, the band nerd. I love her Steve," you say and look at him. He looks shocked.

"So, Robin likes girls?" You nod, "And you like girls?" You nod yes to both of Steve's questions, "And I like girls," you laugh and nod. Where was he going. He gets a smug smirk on his face, "In simpler terms; we all three love boobies." You groan. That just makes stevd laugh.

"Yes Steve, we love boobies," you laugh to. It was to funny not to. You were being serious, telling him something the could change everything, and he made a boobie joke.

You both spend the rest of the night talking girls. And Steve talks shit about your taste, other then Robin.

💋

I hope you guys liked it! This took forever!

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for who I write for!

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ryanmarshallryan · 2 years

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How to tell your boyfriend you like vore

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So I told my boyfriend that I had an unusual kink, but hadn’t explained it in detail to him yet. I was trying to think of the best way to explain it, so I started writing this story as a potential way to introduce him to it, but ended up making a funny slideshow fit with jokes and memes about it instead… But then he decided to break up with me for unrelated reasons before I could share either the story or slideshow with him… I’m missing him today and decided to finish up this story and share it. I still meant what I said, even if it just ended up being a moment that won’t happen with him again.

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Jason and I had been going out with each other for more than a few months. What had started with an innocent attraction became a regular engagement, with daily chatting online, weekly visits watching movies, eating lots, and cuddling just as much.

I wasn't looking for a committed relationship. The idea of it sounded nice, but based on my previous experiences with men I struggled to believe that a healthy relationship would be viable. But here I was, spending time with a man who wanted me, not only respecting my boundaries but being proactive about them. He never pushed me to do anything I wasn't ready to, or didn't want to do, and always made sure I was comfortable. When I had anxiety he was there to listen when I wanted to talk about it, and patiently waited as I worked through it. He bought me a dozen florist roses simply because "I thought you’d enjoy them," and kept my favorite ice cream, snacks and drinks stocked for whenever I came over. He didn't expect anything of me, but simply cared.

"My friends asked where you were on Saturday," I began telling him as we cuddled, "they expected that I would invite you to their party. I didn't even think to, because I've never really had someone to invite to parties and events. I'm used to being independent, I guess."

"That's all right. As long as you had fun," he replied.

"I did, but I do hope you'll come along to the next one! I'm sorry I didn't think to ask before."

"I'd love to go next time." Jason smiled at me, running his hands through my hair with his left hand and running his thumb along my chest with his other.

"I know we’ve been getting a lot closer, so I want to make sure I am fully open with you. You know I'm pretty vanilla of course, but there is one kink I have that is kind of weird I haven't talked about yet."

"Oh?"

"I'm not sure of the best words to describe it yet. It's pretty easy to misunderstand what it is."

"I won't judge you for it."

"I know you won't, but I still want to explain it well…” I began, “Obviously I love cuddles - "

"Of course"

"And I get turned on when we make out and you pretend to eat my face - "

"What can I say, you have a very eat-able face.”

"And naturally I am a fan of dad bods - "

"My diet of only carbs really comes in handy with that one."

"--- and we share a great love of food."

"Every time we've gotten together that seems to be a major focus of our bonding."

"Well if you put that all together… I get really turned on by a kink that's all about me being very close with a bigger guy who loves to eat food…”

“That just sounds like a normal day”

“Have you heard of vore before?"

"No, what is that?"

"It's the fantasy of being swallowed whole by another guy, or swallowing another guy whole… I'm more the first one though. I just find arousing the idea of someone I care about eating me.”

Jason considered me for a moment, "But it's just a fantasy? It’s not cannibalism?"

"Oh no, though I have had actual cannibals flirt with me, but they are creepy as f***. No, just the fantasy of being swallowed whole is hot to me. I think because it's so vulnerable to be that close with someone; you are literally inside them. I think my brain must have hinged on that intense trust and closeness, and mixed it up with eating food and I developed an interest in vore.”

"This doesn't change how I feel about you," he said, hearing the anxiety in my voice.

"- and it never has to play a part in our relationship. I obviously find you incredibly attractive and love everything we've been doing even if it’s not vore related. I just wanted to let you know since I like to chat with other friends who have the same kink sometimes. It's nice to have other friends who experience the same thing since it can feel crazy at times and I like to feel grounded.”

Jason’s eyes unfocused in thought as he replied, “How would we even put it into a relationship?”

“Oh - well, little jokes about me being good enough to eat, - or maybe food play - eating food off each other maybe, but we don't have to.”

“No, that could be fun”

“Really?”

‘Yeah. I may not be as into it as you, but if it makes you happy I'd be happy to try it. And I do in fact love food whether I eat it off you or not. Hey, it'd give me an excuse to have some dessert. Maybe I'll start with your face,” he said, pulling me in and passionately making out with me. His hands ran up and down my back, and his lips explored my neck and face, lingering on my lips for some time.

“You know what, let's try it,” he pulled back to say.

“Try what?” I asked, getting so caught up in the passion of the moment I forgot what we’d been talking about.

“I've got some Ben and Jerrys in the freezer and some chocolate syrup too. Maybe I'll make a little sundae on you.”

A short while later, following some refrigerator-light kisses, there we were in his bed, on a towel laid out for any melted ice cream mess. He pushed me down, spooned some ice cream onto my belly and chest and began to lick it off slowly. He worked his way up my body, enjoying playing with my nipples, eating the ice cream off of them. After the ice cream was all gone, his lips found mine again and we continued to make out, him crushing me under his weight.

He paused for a moment to nuzzle up to my neck and just lie there for a moment. I slowly kissed his neck and rubbed his back and body. We enjoyed just being with each other. And then he broke the silence.

“Alright then, time for the main course,” he said, climbing off of me and standing on the end of the bed. He picked up my legs and looked me up and down for a moment. He smiled and took a deep breath.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“This - “ he replied shortly. He proceeded to shove my feet into his mouth and swallow hard. He leaned forward and pulled my legs down his throat with unexpected speed. I barely had time to register what was happening when his mouth was already past my crotch. My entire lower body was completely engulfed in his mouth and I could feel the still cool ice cream tickling my feet in his stomach. I had no words, as I was in shock; so horny I don’t think I could have made coherent communication.

He made eye contact for a moment and his eyebrows gave me a look as if to ask for permission to continue. I moaned “Oh my god, you’re so hot - “ and he put his hands under my back and began swallowing my torso. He used his thumbs to rub my nipples momentarily, causing me to tense and shiver in sensual elation. My wriggling body slid further into his throat, feeling his warm body encase me in saliva. I knew his lips so well, but I was experiencing them in a whole new way. I took a deep breath and for the first time, I saw his smile from the other side.

In moments I was completely encased in his stomach and I heard him moaning in delight. There was a large jostling feeling and I knew he had flopped onto the bed.

“Wow, that felt great but took a lot of energy,” he said.

I couldn’t tell if my shivering was due to being hornier than I have ever been in my life, or if his clammy stomach walls were simply jostling me around so much.

“How are you feeling in there? Was it everything you hoped for?” He asked.

After a moment of heavy breathing I replied, “This is the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

“That felt so good, but I’m so sleepy now…” he said, with heaving breaths in between.

I felt around his belly and curled into a ball to cuddle up to him. The ice cream had mixed with the hot stomach acid and tingled my skin.

“That feels good… so good. Hey, how do I get you out later?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think this was actually possible enough to think that far.”

“ - we’ll figure it out later, then,” he said, moving about to get comfortable on the bed.

Stomach acid sloshed around as his belly gurgled. I shut my eyes to avoid the juices stinging them. At the same moment I shut my eyes he gave a great belch and the air around me vanished. His stomach muscles closed in on me and began squeezing more tightly. His belly rumbled ever more fiercely.

I tried to say something, to ask him to swallow more air, but he didn’t seem to hear me. Then I heard snoring. I could feel it too. As if the snoring was happening on top of me. I was torn between enjoying this vore experience, and realizing the scary fact that I was about to be digested by my sleeping boyfriend.

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I took a deep breath. "Wait a moment, that can't be right…" I thought. How was I freely breathing air? I opened my eyes.

I was staring at Jason's stomach, but not the inside. I wasn't being digested, but must have been asleep in bed with him, his arms tightly embracing me. My face was a little crushed up against his chest as he reflexively hugged me tighter in his sleep.

I must have dreamt up the whole thing. The loud stomach rumbles were actually his methodic snores, or perhaps actual stomach rumbles, but just from the other side. Being squeezed down his throat must have been when he began to hold me tighter, the kneading stomach muscles simply his belly and chest pushing against me as he breathed.

I tried to unpin my arms from my sides to embrace Jason back but couldn't get my arm between his torso and the bed. The sensation must have caused him to stir slightly.

"Huh?" he began, eyes still shut. His arms relaxed a bit and I was able to get into a more comfortable position. I rolled around a bit to be a little spoon, and wrapped my hands around his. He seemed to gain a bit more consciousness and gave the back of my neck a tender kiss before returning to his usual snoring.

It felt nice to be in his arms. It didn't matter whether or not vore was real. What made vore arousing to me was something I had, that was genuine. To be so close with someone I trusted and cared for. To feel wanted by someone, to feel safe with them, to be happy for being a part of their lives, and to have them feel the same… and to be cuddled up with a cute belly, of course…

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Young American - Part 18**

This part is very fluffy and romantic! There's also a playlist for it if you guys want to listen and read simultaneously:)

Chapter 18 Playlist (don't forget to turn off shuffle!)

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex

WC: 9K

The day running errands and going around town with Harry and his grandma had been so fun. He was right, once she had warmed up to you she was a riot. She was wise, witty, sassy, and humorous - all staple traits of a person who had lived a long and very full life. They had just finished having lunch with Anne at her little shop, which was absolutely precious by the way, and were now waiting for Harry at a gelato shop that was around the corner while he helped Anne unload the boxes with all of the things she needed to make the centerpieces.

Hillary was just sharing some funny stories about Harry growing up and all of the fun and quirky little things he’d do. He certainly did love attention, that’s something that she knew, but not to the extent Hillary was sharing with her. They were laughing as she shared a specific story about Harry at the school talent show when he was just 8 years old and literally performed “Jailhouse Rock” with the dance moves and all. Harry now, was a lot more reserved, but she felt like it was against his nature to be so tame. Maybe the people he had been around previously made him doubt his flamboyant and energetic self, it was slowly coming back though, she could see him getting sillier and less reserved the more time they were together and it made her feel really happy that she even played a little part in helping him reclaim himself again.

“What are you two trouble-makers laughing about?” Harry suddenly appeared behind her and she glanced back with a bright smile and immediately moved over to the next seat so that he could sit down as well.

“She’s telling me about your Elvis impersonator stage.” She giggled as he took a seat and groaned.

“Gran…” he whined.

“You were adorable.” Hillary assured and he hummed in slight disapproval as he glanced over to Y/N’s ice cream cup and then he smiled at her.

“What?” She asked

“Nothing, just…soulmate stuff.” He said cocking his head towards her ice cream and she looked at him confused.

“My grandad told me once that I’d know who my soulmate was because we’d have the same taste in ice cream.” He chuckled as he looked to his gran and she laughed softly as well, “I was maybe 10 or 11, but I never forgot him telling me that.” He said and she smiled, “Mint chocolate-chip is my favorite.” He said as he dipped the spoon into Y/N’s ice cream and savored it with a smile.

“He only told you that because you had bought that girl from school an ice cream and she didn’t like the flavor, remember that?” Hillary asked and Harry nodded.

“Sure, but it was very sound advice.” He said and Y/N giggled, “You two had the same favorite ice cream flavor.” He pointed out and Hillary chuckled.

“That’s true. But see, we didn’t have many ice cream flavors growing up, it was more likely for us to have something similar. You lot have so many options now.”

“All the more reason to prove that his advice was so sound! I mean what are the odds?” He said before scooping some more of her ice cream into his mouth.

“What are the odds of you getting your own cup?” Y/N interrupted and he and Hillary chuckled.

“No chance, baby. Sorry.” He hummed playfully and she giggled. “Alright ladies, wrap it up so we can get to the jewelers before they close.” He said and they finished up and were soon heading off to the jewelers.

Once they got to the jeweler’s Y/N was just looking around while Harry went up to the counter with his grandmother. She was picking up the earrings she wanted to wear for the wedding but they needed some repairing. Y/N had always loved jewelry, but she had never really purchased anything authentic since she was rather casual in her day to day style and very rarely did anything that required her to purchase and collect pieces. She did love looking at it though, so shimmery and delicate. Her dad had gifted her mom some beautiful diamond studs for their 10th anniversary she’d been allowed to borrow them for her prom, that was the extent of her experience with expensive jewelry.

“Baby!” He heard Harry call for her and she turned to him, “C’mere.” He said and she skipped on over with a smile.

“What’s up?” She asked looking between him and Hillary.

“Don’t be upset, but I got you something when I came a few months ago and I need you to try it on for me.” He said and she looked at him with a slight frown.

“Harry, really?” She asked and he nodded.

“Baby, don’t worry about it. Just want you to try it on for me so we can see if it needs any more adjusting.” He said and she sighed.

“Alright.” She agreed and the clerk opened up the black velvet necklace box resting on the counter before them. She pouted as soon as she saw the delicate pearl necklace, “Oh my god, look at how beautiful it is!” She gasped excitedly and Harry smiled at her reaction.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it. It’s so delicate and simple.” She smiled at him.

“Thought so too, got one for myself and I wanted you to match with me.” He said softly as he lifted it from it’s box.

“Oh, H…” she sighed with endearment, “I am obsessed but we need to talk about your tendency to spoil me.” She said and he sniggered.

“We’ll see about that. Turn around fo’me.” He said softly and she did as he said as he helped her get the necklace on. She glanced over to Hillary who was smiling at her with reassurance and Y/N just sighed as Harry clasped it on. “Alright, c’mere.” He said pulling her over to the mirror a few feet away, “What do you think?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder as she looked it over.

“I’m…obsessed.” She admitted with a bright smile and he grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmmm.” She hummed as she bit her lip through a smile and he kissed her cheek.

“Good.” He hummed, “It’s not a ring, but just something we can both have.” He said softly and she smiled at him through the mirror.

“I love it. I do, H.” She said and then turned around, “But I also need you to know that I don’t need anything extravagant to be happy with you.” She said and he smiled.

“Baby, I know that, I’m sorry if you feel like I’m love bombing you or something. I promise you it’s not that, it’s just that now that things are going well for me I just wanted to spoil you a bit because you’ve taken such good care of me the last several months.” He explained and she tutted.

“You don’t need to do anything in return for that. I just wanted to make sure you were OK, you know that.”

“Yeah, of course I know that, but I still just wanted to do something special for you.” He said.

“Well thank you, baby. For all of this, for bringing me here and letting me meet your family and for getting me this gorgeous necklace and just for being mine, I guess.” She sighed and he grabbed her face gently and kissed her tenderly, “I love you with my whole heart.” She said as their lips parted and he smiled.

“I love you too.” He assured, “Will this go with the dress you’re wearing?” He then asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, I think it’ll look nice.” She assured and he smiled a bit brighter now.

“Perfect. Do you want to keep it on right now? S’already yours.” He reminded and she grinned and nodded.

“Yeah, actually.” She nodded and he seemed pleased with that.

“She’s going to keep it on.” He said to the clerk who nodded and then started to put away the box it was in into a bag.

“Baby, I don’t want your grandma to think that I’m like a gold digger or something.” She said more softly and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, she was with me when I bought mine and ordered yours back in January.” He assured and she sighed.

“OK, good. I don’t think I could continue on if your grandma disliked me.” She said and he chuckled.

“Nah, she loves you.” He confirmed, “God…I wish you could’ve met my grandad.” He said quietly and her gaze softened, “He would absolutely love you. My dad too, they’d both be bashing me over the head for not having brought you over sooner.” He said with a sad, but reminiscent smile. “Would you mind coming with me to like…pay my respects?” He asked and she glanced up to his eyes and shook her head with a gentle smile.

“No, I wouldn’t mind. I’d be honored to go with you.” She said and he exhaled shakily.

“I’ve never…gone before.” He admitted and she hummed, “Like obviously, I went to their funerals, but I just never went back again, it was just too hard. But it’s been way too long.” He said with glossy eyes, clearly there was a lot he was feeling about this.

“Baby, we can talk about this some more later if you want.” She said and he swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do that” He said before he cleared his throat and pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. He felt relief knowing that’d she’d be the one to go with him for the first time.

********

They headed back the house afterwards to drop his gran off so she could start on dinner. Harry then drove Y/N and himself to the cemetery where his family had plots. He had a good cry while he just let all of his thoughts and feelings out. He did feel guilty for never visiting, even while he was living here, but he felt that if he kept going back while the wound was still healing it would take a lot longer for him to actually move forward. As he explained all of this to his dad, grandad, and her he was completely sincere and vulnerable. She listened without judgement or commentary. Grief was such a personal and individual journey. She hadn’t lost someone that close to her but when she first moved in with Julie, when she was at her worst and the prognosis not in her favor, Y/N had started to grieve her. She was present for all of the suffering Julie endured and death seemed like the greatest kindness to her at the time. Grieving a living person was awful, but it did help bring them closer, to appreciate each other while they still had the chance, while there was still time. But Harry’s grandad and dad were gone, there was nothing more he could do to make peace for the things he felt had been left unsettled. Of course he knew that they loved him and supported him right until the very end but all he wanted was more time. But as her spoke his feelings and them talked to Y/N they concluded that at the end of everything all the time in the world would still never feel like enough when you love someone, there was always more to look forward to. The time there was solemn, but still special and beautiful as Harry told her a little bit more about his dad and grandad. As he shared with her what parts of him he felt had been passed on from them and as he shared these things with her Y/N also wished that time had been kinder to him and to his family, what a privilege it would’ve been to meet these important figures in his life.

*******

They’d had quite a big day, so after dinner they headed straight to bed. They had the roast the next day and she and Harry had been invited over earlier to help prep so they wanted to make sure that they were well rested and well, morning had come far too quickly for Harry. He made a fuss about Y/N getting up early but soon followed suit. It was nearing 10am when they made it to Gemma and Skye’s house.

“Good morning! Come on in!” Gemma greeted them cheerfully with big hugs.

“Where are the babies?” Harry asked immediately and she rolled her eyes.

“Ivy is having a bath and Archie is in time out in his bedroom for attempting to flush my AirPods down the toilet.” Gemma shared and Harry laughed loudly as Y/N giggled along.

“Uncle Haz?” They heard a small voice from upstairs and his eyes lit up.

“Jesus, he heard that terrifying laugh and just knew, didn’t he?” Gemma teased and Harry scoffed as he started to toe off his sneakers.

“I know I’m not his parent but I think it’s safe to say his time out is over.” Harry said before hurrying up the stairs and Gemma shook her head.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join him and his shenanigans or you can have a cup of coffee and help me assemble the veggie skewers.” She smiled at Y/N hopefully and she giggled.

“I’ll join you, think he’d like to do some catching up on his own before I become the new favorite.” Y/N grinned and Gemma smiled as she guided Y/N to the kitchen. After they organized everything they got to cutting the vegetables for the skewers.

“So do you like kids?”

“I do! I have a few nieces and nephews of my own.” She explained, “I’ve always been pretty good with kids too, which definitely came in handy.” She said as Gemma nodded in understanding, “Did you like kids before having your own kids?” Y/N asked an Gemma nearly snorted.

“No. Skye and I had said no kids.” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“Oh, no way! What happened?” She asked through a laugh and Gemma shrugged.

“It was just…meant to be I guess. Well, with Archie at least. We had been so careful because we were still considering the best contraceptive option for us but ummm, right place, right time…and here Archie is now…” she smiled happily, “Ivy we did plan for but we thought she was a boy until a week before the baby shower…we had to change everything at the last minute.” She recalled with a chuckle.

“Geez, what a stress!”

“Oh, definitely.” Gemma agreed, “So do you want kids?”

“Yes.” Y/N said immediately and Gemma chuckled at her obvious enthusiasm, “That sounded so desperate.” Y/N chuckled, “Which I’m not, like I can’t even for like another couple years with this thing in my arm.” She explained, “But the prospect just excites me. To be able to have that with someone who means the world to me, I think it would be really special.” She explained and Gemma smiled.

“Yeah, it is really special. I mean, you think your heart has limits, you know? But when you get pregnant you’ll see that it’s just…limitless, your ability to love.” She said and Y/N nodded with a smile, “Harry’s always wanted kids too. I was a little worried at some point that he’d feel like he was getting too old and just rush into it, you know?” Gemma said and Y/N hummed, “But it’s really important to him so I’m glad he’s been patient and like wanting to do things right. And by “right” I don’t mean like the traditional way of things, I mean more as in like right when he’s actually ready and like…has someone who wants that with him.” She said and Y/N smiled.

“Yeah, I get what you mean. It is a huge responsibility, being a parent. Most important job in the world, I’d say.” Y/N reasoned and Gemma nodded in agreement.

They continued chatting about a lighter subject until Skye had come down with Ivy as it was time for her to eat something. “Oh my god, look at her!” Y/N cooed at the little girl in Skye’s arms and he chuckled. She’d be so fortunate to have kids with Harry, the genes in his family seemed to be very strong because this little girl bore an incredible resemblance to Anne, “Wow, she’s so beautiful.” She said to Gemma and Skye who thanked her with proud smiles. Y/N would go for Ivy when she was done eating.

Sure enough she was asked if she wanted to watch Ivy while Skye took over what Y/N had been doing and she eagerly agreed. She made sure to stay within sight of Gemma and Skye so that Ivy could still see them around as she was a new person. But she warmed up rather quickly and they had moved to the TV room turned play room after a bit of time. Y/N was soon playing with one of Ivy’s little animal noises machines and animatedly imitated them causing the little girl to laugh, completely overjoyed by her commitment to the role. She felt as if the baby’s laugh was literally adding years to her life, she was just so energetic and engaged. It made her impatient to have this for herself. She was so enraptured with Ivy that she hadn’t even thought about finding Harry.

Harry had just come down the stairs with Archie hanging on his broad back, clinging on for dear life because he was quite small in comparison.

“Where’s Y/N?” Harry asked Gemma as he wandered into the kitchen.

“In the TV room with the baby.”

“Should we visit your sister?” Harry asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at Archie.

“No.” He said and Harry chuckled.

“But you said you wanted to meet my Y/N.” He said with an exaggerated pout.

“OK, but just for a little bit.” Archie agreed and Harry grinned.

“We’ll see about that.” He said before rushing off to the TV room. As soon as he got down the hall he could hear Ivy in stitches over Y/N’s slightly muffled voice. And when he peeked in he saw that she was telling Ivy a story, but swapping out these animal masks that they had in there. Harry was beaming as he stepped inside and she glanced up to him and smiled brightly. But Ivy’s incessant laughter was making Archie curious and he wanted to go see what was so entertaining so he was fighting for Harry to put him down and when he did he rushed over and looked at Y/N for a moment.

“Are you a nanny?” He asked and she giggled.

“No, just a friend. I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” She asked extending her hand out to him and he took it timidly.

“Archie.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Archie. Do you want to help me tell Ivy a story with the masks?” She asked and he nodded, “OK, you pick which one you want to be.” She said softly and he went for the Zebra mask and he started going off, randomly spouting stuff as Y/N tagged in a couple details and in two minutes Archie had completely forgotten about Harry and was just laughing along with Ivy and Y/N. Harry’s heart felt so full as he watched Y/N with Archie and Ivy, she would be such an incredible mother. It was making his heart beat rapidly as he thought about what their future would look like.

“Uncle Haz!” Archie called for him and he snapped back into reality and hummed.

“What is it, bud?”

“Can we please get ice cream?” Archie asked and Harry glanced to Y/N with a suspicious look.

“He brought it up in the story!” She raised her hands innocently and he glanced back to Archie.

“Pleeeease.” He begged with those big green, puppy eyes of his.

“Fine, I’ll go ask your mum.” Harry said, “But I am taking your audience.” He said and scooped up Ivy as he headed out of the room.

“Hey!” Archie called after him and Y/N giggled as Archie turned to her with a pout.

“It’s alright, we can have our own fun. Do you have a favorite toy?” She asked and he lit up and nodded and rushed over to the toy box labeled “Archie” and as he dug around he pulled out a firetruck that looked pretty realistic. She ooh’d and ah’d as he showed her all of the things it could do in his three year old speech, but she understood him quite well. When Harry returned with Ivy in arms he smiled as he just watched on for a moment as Archie and Y/N played with his cars before he announced his presence.

“Mummy said yes to ice cream, but we need to go now.” Harry said and Archie shot up and then grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“I need help tying my shoes.” He said to her and she stood and nodded.

“OK, I’ll help you.” She assured him. Archie sat perfectly still while she laced them up but Harry could just see him buzzing with excitement. As soon as they got the kids settled in Gemma’s car Y/N started getting out of the back seat to go up front but Ivy got a hold of her shirt.

“Sit here!” Archie insisted and Y/N smiled.

“OK.” She agreed and well, she was quite squished between the two car seats, but she was entertained with both children demanding her attention. Archie was rather talkative, he was saying a lot of nonsense, but Harry admired the way she was so attentive and responsive to him, while also managing to keep Ivy entertained. As soon as they were close Archie was firing off about everything he wanted to try up until the moment he was being unbuckled by Y/N. He latched himself to her pant leg as she got Ivy out and even shooed off Harry.

“Arch!” Harry said trying to get him to give her some room but he was too enraptured by Y/N.

“C’mon babies, let’s get our ice cream!” Y/N said as she extended her right hand out for Archie to take it while Ivy rested in her left with her little arms latched to her shoulder. Harry stopped for a moment and just had to take a picture.

“Baby!” He said and she hummed and turned around to see him with his phone up. Archie took this as his cue to hug around her legs and she laughed at how endearing he was and really, thank god for live photos because he captured the little exchange perfectly and then he ran over to join them.

*********

As the day transpired Harry came to a single conclusion which was that he was no longer the favorite, these children were obsessed with Y/N. Her nurturing and gentle way of being just made his heart swell, he’d been on the receiving end of that part of her before, but seeing it happen before him, to his own family, it just made him ravenous. Which maybe wouldn’t be the normal emotion someone would feel, but it’s what he was feeling for her, hungry and in love. He wanted to have babies with her immediately, as many as she wanted, he didn’t care how many. He had baby fever, watching her tend to Archie and Ivy throughout the day. He’d suppressed about a dozen love boners throughout the day and he just knew that so long as they were here with his family there’d be plenty more of those to come.

Y/N had everyone wrapped around her finger; she was so kind and gentle and easygoing and she wasn’t afraid to get silly with the kids which he loved most of all. They were currently in a game of tag with Archie and she was guiding him through the backyard as they tried to escape Harry, but he soon had them cornered and his playful gaze was set on her and she was laughing as Archie shrieked as the nerves got the best of him.

“Archie, you’re gonna run that way,” she pointed in one direction, “and I’ll run to your uncle to throw him off of your trail.” She said lowly and he nodded at her plan, “1…2…3! Run!” She shouted and he took off like a bullet despite his clumsy 3 year old running and she laughed loudly as she charged towards Harry. But he stooped down to wrap his arms around her legs and picked her up and she laughed as he spun them around a few times before losing his balance and causing them to fall on the grass with groans as they collided with the ground. They could hear his family laughing at them from across the yard and soon Harry was peering down at her.

“You alright?” He asked with an unwavering smile and she giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, m’alright. Are you?” She asked suggestively and he looked at her confused for a moment until she slightly wriggled under him and he realized that he was completely hard in his pants and then he sputtered on a laugh.

“Just give me a moment. Literally been so focused on not popping love boners all fucking day it was about time one just slipped through the cracks.” He huffed tiredly and she giggled as she pulled him to lay down beside her. It was about to be 8 in the evening so the moon and a couple of stars were already visible in the darkest part of the sky and she pointed up to a very distinct glimmer near the moon.

“That one’s ours.” She said softly and he chuckled.

“Baby, I think that’s your astigmatism because that’s a plane.” He said softly and she started to laugh loudly and he as well as he pulled her into his side and kissed her cheek. She hummed happily as she glanced over at him. She loved the feeling of the cool grass under her bare feet, she loved that she could walk everywhere and not feel too hot, she loved the red-bricked homes, and that people here said “tomahto”, and that his family had roasts every Sunday. Without even realizing it, her eyes were starting to gloss over a bit and he pouted a bit, “What is it, my love?” He asked softly and she smiled softly.

“I just really love it here.” She said quietly and he just looked over her face for a moment.

“Like…enough to live here?” He asked and she nodded and he leaned down and kissed her with all of the love in his heart. He had to keep it PG because Archie was still around, though Skye had him trapped now to give Y/N and Harry a much needed respite from entertaining him. Their lips parted and she hummed.

“You have such a beautiful family, H.” She said softly with a hint of longing.

“You give me the feeling they do.” He said and she immediately smiled.

“That’s…a huge compliment. Thank you.” She said and he kissed her quickly once more.

“This has been the perfect day.”

“I think so too. Ughhh and the babies! They’re exactly how you described them.” She said and he chuckled.

“Are you gonna have baby fever now?” He asked more lowly and she giggled.

“With how cute they are, for sure.” She confirmed with a lump in her throat. She was going to be insatiable for months, she could feel it, “Does that happen to you?”

“Always. Especially around those two. Like obviously our babies might look a little different, but I-” he stopped as her nails slightly dug into his arm that was around her middle, “What’s the matter?” He asked and she swallowed thickly.

“You said our babies and it…caused a visceral reaction…continue.” She said and he sighed.

“How do you think I’ve felt all day long?” He asked lowly, “Fuck, I just can’t stop thinking about how great of a mum you’d be.” He said and she felt her heartbeat starting to increase.

“Harry…” she whined softly.

“Fuck, we’d make such pretty babies, don’t you think?” He asked as his grip tightened on her and she nodded. Just the thought of getting to have all that with him was making her so emotional, “I can’t wait for you to have my baby in here.” He hummed softly as his hand splayed over her lower stomach and she just pushed herself up onto her elbows and kissed him quickly but deeply.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me when we’re in public.” She practically whined and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s torturous, but I just want this with you so badly. I can’t wait for us to get there.” He said and she hummed with a smile.

“Soon.” She said and he smiled.

As they laid in bed that night, both of them too exhausted to even move they continued the conversation.

“I think 2 kids is perfect.” He mused, “Don’t really care if they’re girls or boys…”

“Me either…” she hummed, “Seeing you with Ivy though did tug at my heart strings.” She said softly and he smiled.

“You know if we had a baby girl we’d have to slip Julie somewhere in the name.” He joked.

“Julie’d love that.” She giggled, “Would you want a jr. or a second?” She asked with a giggle.

“No, none of those.” He chuckled, “How self-absorbed to you think I am?” He joked

“Well…” she hummed playfully and Harry smacked her bum making her squeal quietly and she chuckled.

“I’m so happy our paths crossed.” She hummed sleepily and he felt his heart swell in his chest for the umpteenth time.

“I am too, my love.” He whispered.

**********

The rest of the week had flown by far too quickly. It was the wedding day now and Y/N and Harry had spent a large part of the morning helping Anne over at the venue to assembled the floral decor for the ceremony & reception. Y/N couldn’t wait to see everything in the evening when the lights came on and such, it was already dreamy in the daylight. In the afternoon Y/N helped Anne get all made up since she had been struggling with getting falsies on when she had tried previously. It was so nice to do this kind of thing because she hadn’t really had experiences like that with her own mother. Additionally, little things like this made Harry even more sweet on her for wanting to make those memories and help his mom.

Harry ended up getting showered and dressed in his grandmother’s room since she was getting done up with Aly. Harry felt good as he looked himself over once more before heading out of the room. He was by the door getting his shoes on because it was time to go. They were going to be staying at the estate with the rest of the wedding party to not have to drive back late, so they needed to arrive a little earlier to get settled in.

“Mum, Y/N!” He called up the stairs, “We don’t want to be late!” He proceeded to lace up his shoes.

“Baby, can you help me?” He heard and glanced up the stairs to see Y/N at the top landing with her heels in her hand and he felt his heart literally stop at the sight of her.

His lips widened in a smile and he chuckled softly as he looked away for a moment, he had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Oh my god.” He said glancing back to her as she descended. She felt herself going warm in the face at his compliment. He rushed over to the stairs and carefully grabbed her face in his hands. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” He said softly before pecking her lips quickly and then rearing back to get another look at her. He shook his head in disbelief again, “Jesus… you look so fucking perfect.” He complimented her again.

“I’m glad you like it.” She said softly.

“Yeah. You’re perfect.” He said and she giggled as he was still kind of reeling, it made her feel gorgeous and desirable.

“You also look amazing. Really sexy.” She said softly as she held the lapels of his jacket as she glanced up at him and he smirked, “Should we just do more formal stuff so that we can dress up more? Quite like this look on you.” She said and he chuckled.

“Honestly, yes.” He said and she grinned.

“I’m gonna apologize in advance because when I get tipsy tonight I might get really handsy.” She warned softly, “I mean…look at you.” She sighed dreamily and he chuckled.

“That’s fine by me, baby.” He winked cheekily. Once he helped her get her shoes on he went up and grabbed their and Anne’s overnight bags before they took off.

The ceremony had been short, but it was so beautiful. Harry and Y/N were clutching to each other the entire time, stealing little glances and fantasizing about how things would go for them when it was their wedding day. The more time he spent with her the clearer it was to him that every single moment in his life had led him to that day in the shop where they had their first meeting. Though their first interaction had unfortunately been a squabble that they could laugh about now, he never in his wildest dreams would have thought for a moment that she was his other half. The absolute love of his life. His dream person. It’s funny how life works out sometimes. He smiled as he just observed her as he walked back to their table from his visit at the DJ booth. When he got to the table he grabbed her attention by placing his hands delicately on her shoulders and crouching down to her ear.

“Let’s dance?” He asked softly and she nodded.

“I’m not the greatest dancer by the way, just a warning.” She said softly with a giggle. She was feeling quite tipsy with all of the wine she had flowing through her veins, intoxicating her brain and body in the most comforting and enjoyable way.

“S’alright, baby. We can learn together.” He said softly and she smiled at him in agreement. Little did she know that Harry only danced at things when his gran or mum dragged him onto the floor after he was quite intoxicated, this was new for him. But just seeing all the other couples on the dance floor together, yet simultaneously existing in their own little worlds, it was enviable and having a memory like this with her was worth far more than his self-consciousness over his dancing. So he slipped the DJ a tenner for him to next play a song that he’d listen to a lot when he was working up the courage to tell Y/N that he was in love with her. So he guided her over before wrapping his left arm around her and joining their hands as she leaned in closer.

Y/N smiled because she felt like everything was right with the world as she rested her head on Harry’s shoulder as they swayed slowly to the song playing over the speakers. She closed her eyes and trusted that he would guide them cautiously. As that song finished up she glanced up to him as they came to a stop, she was ready to head off of the floor and he tightened his hold on her as a lovely guitar picking started up.

“Wait, this next one’s for us.” He said quietly and Y/N pouted with endearment.

“Baby, I’m gonna cry.” She cooed.

“It’s not a sad song.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“I know! But I didn’t know slow dancing could be this intimate.” She said with a little whine in her voice and he chuckled again and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“Listen, yeah? I’ve got you.” He assured and she nodded as she assumed her previous position, resting against his shoulder as he set a tempo to their steps. The feeling of being so close to him this way was so fucking romantic, it was making her heart feel so full and for her tummy to turn with the swarm of butterflies tirelessly fluttering inside. God, she loved him so much it physically hurt and that was something so foreign to her, but she hoped that she’d feel this way for the rest of her life. “Cause I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life for something that feels like you in my arms. But nobody feels like you in my arms.” He sang along lowly with the song and she couldn’t help it as she smiled wide. Her eyes started to gloss over with tears of joy and love and passion as they swayed slowly to the music. Her heart had completely melted as she listened to his deep voice reverberating in his chest as he continued singing along with the song right up against the shell of her ear. She was trying to keep her composure, but it was so difficult, how she just wanted to disappear with him right now and just exist together forever and ever, just the two of them in their own world. “Cause I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life for something that feels like you in my arms. But nobody feels like you in my arms.” He sang a little louder this time and she glanced up at him.

“Is this our song now?” She asked softly and he smiled.

“It can be, this has been my song for you for…ages now.” He confessed and she sighed against him before kissing his shoulder, “Don’t let me go…now that I’ve got you. And I won’t you go…now that I’ve got you.” He sang quietly against her ear as she giggled from the tickles of his lips and breath caressing against her sensitive skin. She was covered in goosebumps from the beautiful music and lyrics he was singing to her; to their love. Her affect was so easily manipulated by the music, so as the music swelled her emotions did too and she just couldn’t hold her feelings back anymore as she let go of his hand and draped her arms around his neck and tip-toed to reach his lips better.

They were both smiling as their lips met in soft little pecks that soon became more languid kisses and then just a slow, deep one that they pulled apart from when they heard all of the guests laughing lowly as the song started to wind down. She and Harry soon joined in on the laughter when they saw Alyssa coming up to them as she simply handed over the bouquet of flowers for the bouquet toss to Y/N.

“Let’s face it, you’re definitely next…” she said to them both with a grin and Y/N was blushing like mad and burying herself into Harry’s chest as they all started to cheer for them. “I’m sure more people teared up watching you two just now than they did during my first dance. Upstaging me at my own wedding is gonna cost you at least 3 songs, H.” Alyssa teased and he chuckled.

“Yeah, alright.” He agreed and she just leaned in and hugged them both.

“You deserve this, H.” She said to Harry and he smiled at her with so much gratitude.

“Thank you.” He said quietly and for once Harry didn’t question whether he deserved something as special as this in his life or not. He was just so happy and relieved that they were some of the fortunate people who had found their soulmate.

After one more song they headed back to their table, naturally they were stopped by several people on the way back to their seats to be congratulated on their love or to be told that they were such a beautiful couple. When they made it back Anne was still dabbing at her waterline to avoid her tears streaking down her face and Harry just kissed his mom’s head with a slight chuckle as he teased her for being a cry-baby.

“You’ll understand when you’ve got your own babies.” She huffed and he chuckled.

“Do you want to go on a little stroll outside?” He asked Y/N, “Take a break from being the center of attention?” He added with a smile and she nodded.

“Please.” She confirmed.

“We’ll be back, just gonna take a little breather.” He said to his mother and Gemma and Skye before they started to make their way out of the reception tent. The estate that the wedding was at was huge, there were lavish gardens with fountains and endless flora on one end and stables towards the back of the property. There were also a few little bungalows built on the property in addition to all of the suites inside the actual mansion. Well, this was more like a castle if you asked anyone so why bungalows were needed, who knew? Harry took a slow pace since they were walking on pebbles and he imagined it was a bit challenging to do so with high heels. Y/N pressed herself closer to him as a light breeze wafted over them, “Here, my love.” He said as he stopped and shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders.

“Thank you.” She whispered before they tangled their fingers together again and kept walking towards the garden in a comfortable silence before they found a little bench and settled down there. After a few beats of silence he spoke up.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about everything we’ve talked about and experienced while we’ve been here together,” he said and she hummed, “And I think we should start planning for our future.” He shared, “I know that we’ve been a little bit cautious about involving your parents in what we have but I think it’s time, you know? I think we’re in a good and solid enough place where I’d feel comfortable like, standing up for us and our future. And I mean, I don’t want your dad to think that I don’t respect him or care about his opinion. I mean, even if he’s not supportive of you or us, like I just want him to at least know that I’m serious about starting a life with you.”

“Yeah, you’re absolutely right. I mean, even if he hates you he’ll appreciate that because he’s big on respect and stuff like that.” She said and he hummed.

“You really think he’ll hate me?”

“At first glance yes.” She said softly, “That’s why I’ve been really…evasive of this.” She explained, “Knowing how hard you can be on yourself I don’t want you to take his opinion to heart or for him to make you feel inadequate in any way. He can be mean and you don’t deserve that, H.” She explained.

“Well, thanks to you me being hard on myself has gotten a lot better. And you know, for once in my life I feel confident in who I am. I feel confident in us. I know that I’m enough because you’ve helped me believe it.” He said as his thumb ran over her knuckles and then stopped at her left forefinger as he glanced down at it, “I mean, I’ve felt like I’m ready to start the next chapter with you for a while, but after all of this… seeing you with my family and bringing you into this part of my life, I’ve never been more eager to just…jump.” He said and she glanced up at him and smiled.

“Let’s do it then.” She said quietly and his eyes softened as he took her in, lightly lit up by the moonlight and the lamp post a few feet away.

“Yeah?” He asked and she nodded with a smile.

“Yeah.” She confirmed again and he grabbed her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her slowly.

“I promise I’ll make you so happy, Y/N. We’re gonna have everything together.” He said in between kisses and she smiled against his lips. Their kiss started getting hungrier and deeper and soon they were panting as their heated and desperate bodies pleaded for more, “Wait, wait, wait…” he whispered, “Let’s go somewhere else?” He asked and she nodded. He helped her get her shoes off and then they rushed across the estate through the grass despite the “stay off the lawn” signs posted every couple of hundred feet.

When they made it to their little bungalow they hurried inside and as soon as the door shut she shrugged his jacket off of her shoulders and they kissed with the ardor that they’d both been suppressing for days now. His hungry lips worshipped and praised her with beautiful words in between kisses and suckles as he worked his way down her neck. Her fingers wove through his beautifully styled hair, disheveling it and tugging at it to draw his lips back to hers where they kissed with a force of love that could create new galaxies.

Her hands soon started to loosen up his tie as he started to work on the buttons holding his shirt together. And they continued to undress each other with urgency until their clothes were bunched up on the ground and he was carrying her blindly through the dark bungalow. They were laughing into their kiss as they bumped into a couple of things on the way into the bedroom, but soon he had reached the bed and he playfully tossed her onto it before climbing over her body and attaching their lips together once again.

He hungered for every part of her; the more he had her the more he needed, it never seemed like enough. And when she made a move to sit up, he let her so that she straddled him and ravaged his face with kisses that had him smiling and giggling from the little smooches she was leaving all over his face. They started getting wetter and slower as she reached his jaw and she slowly started working her way down his body. Her impatience in reaching his cock was manifesting itself by her nails digging into his muscular thighs deliciously. She was trying to pace herself as she licked over his nipple and gently sucked before moving to the next one and then proceeding down his sternum, she didn’t forget to leave little smooches on his spare nipples which made him laugh softly and she smiled up at him before kissing each one of his abs along his six pack. He flexed his tummy to make them more prominent for her and she was obsessed with the ability to feel them so well defined as her lips skimmed along his taut and smooth skin. He felt relief wash over him when she finally reached his cock and she moaned as she finally wrapped her smaller fist around him and started to stroke slowly as she started to lean down to get her mouth over him.

“Wanna taste you too.” He said to her and she shifted around so that she was sitting over his face and without any preamble her got her mouth over him and he moaned in delight before he delved into her dripping core. They had been a bit deprived of each other so it was no surprise that their mouths on each other were doin plenty to work them up quickly. He was reeling over the way her tongue was playing with his leaky and sensitive tip. He was having a hard time staying composed as her hands fondled and gently squeezed at his balls, causing him to thrust up into her mouth.

Y/N was also getting lost in the way his mouth worked over her little cunt. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and he was practically in heaven to be overwhelmed by her taste and her sent and her softness like this. He moaned against her as she sunk even lower on his cock, the tip rhythmically meeting with the back of her mouth had his thighs tensing and his toes curling. He was losing focus and he was getting so close so fast.

“Shit, baby.” He mumbled breathily against her sopping crease before pressing a kiss right against her entrance, “I want to come inside you.” He panted as he started getting close, “Fuck! Please let me come inside you.” He pleaded as he felt his balls start to tighten up. He sighed in relief as she lifted her mouth off of him. Harry quickly shifted them so that she was under him again and he started to thrust himself along her folds. She whined when he grabbed his cock and circled his head around her clit, wetting it with his own arousal, helping to smoothen the glide even more. She hissed in pleasure as he started going faster until she was right on the edge of her orgasm. He knew this by her erratic breathing and the restless roaming of her hands along his back. He wanted her to come like this, but he also wanted them to come together, so right before she was about to come he guided his cock down to her entrance and just pushed inside which unexpectedly was her undoing.

“Oh my god!” She gasped in a high pitched tone as her walls started throbbing around his cock and he moaned as his thumb came down to her clit and rubbed as he started to thrust. “Please, don’t stop, baby!” She begged as her back arched up, pushing her chest towards him. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking at her as he continued his thrusts into her.

She was an absolute dream. Harry was sure that everything about her had been created specifically for him. The way she kissed, the way she tasted, the way she touched him, the tone of her voice, the way she said his name, her scent, the softness of her skin…it was just too perfect to be a coincidence. Harry quickly found her lips and kissed her ardently as he started to thrust faster now, loving the way she was meeting his thrusts with undulating hips, ensuring that his tip would drag against her g-spot every time he drew out. “I’m gonna come!” She warned in a whimper.

“Me too, baby. I’m close, wait for me.” He panted and she nodded. Suddenly his pace slowed down drastically which dwindled her build up but he made up for it with long, deep, and hard thrusts that seemingly had him reaching into her stomach. She winced during the first few but soon she adjusted to his new depth and her orgasm slowly started to build again. She could feel a pressure deep within her chest and her core, she already knew this orgasm would be explosive physically, but it would emotionally as well. She clung tighter to him as the emotions just became too great and she started to cry. He was tasting her tears on her lips as she panted how much she loved him and he started to lose it too. He’d never cried during sex before, but it was happening to him now too, he felt like his heart would give out with everything that he was feeling for her. He could literally feel it as his body and mind bonded even more to her. Practically ensuring that they were each others.

“H-harry!” She gasped feebly and he groaned into her mouth as she started to pulsate around him as she started to come undone. Her body was taught as the pleasure transcended the physical, the feeling was everywhere. It was so glorious that her breathing was suspended as the pleasure possessed every cell in her body.

“Oh, Y/N. Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned into her mouth before he tensed up and grunted as he started to spill his load into her. His thrusts continued pushing it deeper and deeper into her and he could feel her start to tremble when he just sank in all the way, holding himself still for a few seconds before his arms just gave out and he rested his entire weight over her. She exhaled slowly beneath him in satisfaction before hugging him and he hummed in gratitude as he kissed her cheek, “M’not crushing you too badly am I?” He questioned, his gravely voice covered her skin in goosebumps and she smiled.

“No.” She assured as she hugged him a bit tighter to assure him that she liked this.

“Mkay…I don’t want to go back.” He huffed tiredly.

“But the cake… and you have to sing 3 songs too.” She reminded and he groaned.

“Right…just a few more minutes then. I’m not ready to end this.” He whispered.

“Mkay baby, just a few more minutes.” She hummed happily.

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