#this morning i saw a little tiny white dot in my eye and was like ''huh? what is that? better call my doctor i need new glasses anyways''

[headfullofpresley]

Mommy's Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Caroline considers Santa to be her own personal superhero, but she isn't too happy about catching him kissing you. Because no matter what, her Daddy will always be number one.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): fluff, domestic life, Caroline being sad/angry, Elvis dressing up as Santa, smut; just a quick morning quickie that isn't too detailed tbh, roleplaying (kinda.. lol).

Author's note: this was requested a while ago by anon, so nonnie, i hope this finds its way back to ya! enjoy luvs <3

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“I saw Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn’t see me creep down the stairs to have a peep; she thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep. Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus underneath his beard so snowy white. Oh what a laugh it would’ve been if Daddy had only seen, Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus last night.”

Five year old Caroline adored Christmas. The decorations, the songs, the movies, the presents… but especially, Santa Claus. The bearded man that she believed flew across the world in his sleigh in the span of one night was a God to her.

While most children would weep upon the sight of a strange man in a red suit and a long white beard, Caroline was over the moon every single year. Even as a baby and before she could even speak a word, she would giggle and run up to whoever was dressed up as the man as soon as she could walk – or waddle.

She had no idea it was usually her grandfather or The Colonel who’d pay her a quick visit during Christmas day.

Caroline was the definition of a true Daddy’s girl, but Santa came pretty darn close to stealing Elvis’ spot during the month of December.

“Daddy, that’s wrong! Santa doesn’t have a green hat!” the tiny blonde giggled as she sat on top of the kitchen counter, looking at the freshly baked Christmas cookies her and Elvis spend their time on this afternoon. He purposely colored the hat of the Santa shaped cookie green, because he knew those little hawk eyes of hers would notice immediately.

“Maybe he does this year, honey,” he smirked at his daughter, licking some icing off his finger as he watched her laugh at him before shaking her head and returning her attention back on the tray of cookies. She squeezed a tiny dot of brown coloring gel on one of the reindeers, swinging her legs back and forth happily.

The red boots that she begged you to wear this morning were still on her feet, hitting the kitchen cabinets softly with her movements.

“You’re funny, Daddy.. but these cookies have to be perfect!” she told him with a stern voice. “What if Santa thinks we’re makin’ fun of him and won’t eat them? Mommy says sending letters to the North Pole takes a very long time,”

Elvis was often mesmerized by his daughter. Not only because she reminded him so much of both you and him, but also because she often spoke like she was much older. He figured it was probably because she spend so much time around adults when she wasn’t in school and she’d pick up anything she would hear.

Sometimes it caused for very funny conversations with her and sometimes she’d just embarrass Elvis and you when she had overheard the both of you talk about something or someone that was not meant to ever leave the four walls of this house.

Luckily, it had never been anything too serious.

“If Santa don’t like ‘em, I will deliver all those little apology letters of yours to him myself,” Elvis chuckled as he put the cookie he was working on on a Christmas decorative plate that had been hidden in the back of one of the cabinets. “But he will love your cookies. I bet he can’t get ‘nough of ‘em. Have you seen that fella’s tummy?”

Caroline looked up at him with wide eyes, taking the cookie with the green hat and shoving it into his hand. “Don’t be mean to Santa, Daddy, or you won’t get a present!”

He let out a hearty laugh, biting off the hat of the cookie as he squeezed her toes through her boots, making her squeal as she giggled and stuck her tongue out to him.

When all cookies were drawn on and she was satisfied with them, she took the plate Elvis handed her after he put her down on the ground and walked toward the staircase in the foyer. You had put a small table and a dining room chair right next to the stairs especially for Santa, your daughter unaware that you’d move the furniture back as soon as she was asleep and the cookies were eaten by you and her father.

“I need to get my drawing!” she told Elvis as she put the plate down and climbed up the stairs to get whatever she made for Santa to put it down with the cookies.

As she disappeared into her bedroom, you entered the house with shopping bags clinging in your hands and snowflakes covering your hair. You let out a huff as you closed the door behind you with your elbow, wiggling the cold and red tip of your nose.

“Next year I am back on baking duty,” you told your husband, trying not to crack a smile as he laughed at you and made his way over to you, taking the bags from your hands.

Usually, he would be the one doing the last minute shopping or have the things you needed to be delivered to the house but Caroline insisted he would stay home today and bake those cookies with her. All you really needed were some small presents for Vernon and Dee and some last minute groceries for tomorrow’s dinner.

You gave Mary the week off so she could spend time with her family during the holidays and you could provide a feast for yours.

“Sorry darlin’, can’t help it that she loves her Daddy more,” Elvis grinned as he took the presents out of the bags and put them underneath the tree in the living area before Caroline came back down. “If it makes ya feel any better, she got mad at me for talkin’ shit about her hero of the year,”

You didn’t miss the roll of his eyes and laughed, pulling the scarf you were wearing from around your neck. “She does not love you more, you’re just easier to manipulate,” you grinned teasingly at him, letting him take the grocery bags from you as well as he wandered back to you. “And she loves Santa more than you,”

You weren’t bothered by the fact that your daughter was a Daddy’s girl because when he’d be away from home and on the road, she would always stick to your side like glue. Elvis on the other side wasn’t so unbothered, hating that Caroline would not stop talking about Santa, Santa, Santa.

You loved to tease him with it.

“She loves that fool more than both of us,” he stuck his tongue out to you, walking into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and put them away. He chuckled softly to himself at the sound of your laugh and Caroline thundering down the stairs, running into your arms as soon as she saw you.

“Mommy, look! I made this for Santa to put with the cookies me and Daddy made,” she shoved the drawing in your face as you carried her toward the little nook you had created for Santa Claus himself.

“Wow Care, that’s beautiful! He will love it, baby,” you smiled at her, kissing her cheek as you placed her down so she could neatly place the drawing she made on the table, next to the plate of decorated cookies. The drawing consisted of three stick figures – you and Elvis being the taller ones and her being the small one in the middle.

Ofcourse, she had drawn Santa as well, only he was in an array of red crayon. You could only really recognize who it was by the white beard she managed to get quite accurate. It was cute.

“Did you buy enough milk, Mommy? He will be a lot thirsty,”

“Very thirsty, not a lot, baby,” you corrected her with a soft laugh, kneeling down next to her to look at the cookies. You could see which ones were decorated by her and which ones by Elvis. It didn’t really matter, they’d taste the same to you. “But yes, I have plenty of milk. We’ll pour him a glass before you go to bed, okay?”

“Two glasses?”

“If you’re a big girl and eat all of your veggies tonight, we’ll give him three!” you told her and she smiled excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned into you.

You were pretty sure she would definitely not eat all of her vegetables–she was her father’s daughter, after all–but you’d give her what she wanted and put three glasses of milk ready for Santa, anyways.

You found it hard to tell her no, because she was such a sweet girl.

She was your entire world.

 

Caroline surprised both you and Elvis as she shoved every single vegetable on her plate in her little mouth. It took her a while to chew everything down and she was the last to finish, but she couldn’t disappoint Santa, could she?

After sliding down chimneys all night, he must be extremely hungry and thirsty and she worked hard for those three glasses of milk.

You let them both go upstairs after dinner so Elvis could give her a bath and put her in her pyjamas as you cleaned the table and did the dishes.

Besides Mary, you basically gave everyone time off because you wanted to spend Christmas Eve with just your husband and daughter. Tomorrow the family and some of the guys would come over and the house will be rowdy again, so you were excited for the relaxing and quiet night you had planned.

You quite enjoyed yourself in the kitchen, cleaning and listening to the background noise that was the TV in the dining room.

 

You turned the TV off as you were done in the kitchen and heard Elvis and Caroline coming down the stairs. After getting some drinks, you followed them into the TV room and got ready for the movie Caroline had recently become obsessed with.

Scrooge.

She watched it with Dee’s sons a month ago and then made you and Elvis watch it with her again.

And again, and again, and again.

Neither of you could say no to her, even though you couldn’t care less about this movie.

Caroline snuggled in between you and Elvis, leaning into his side as her legs rested on your lap. She’d speak up now and then to point out a part in the movie that she liked and wanted you to pay attention to. But she had been running around all day, playing in the snow, helping Daddy feed the horses, baking cookies – she was tired, so tired that she couldn’t keep her eyes from fluttering shut despite loving the movie so much.

“Mommy!” she gasped softly as she shocked awake due to a loud noise from the TV, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I fall a-asleep.. wake me up, okay? I-I can’t miss.. Santa..” she mumbled, laying her head on Elvis’ chest as she pulled her legs in, holding onto his shirt with her tiny hand.

She didn’t seem to believe you when you told her that you would and looked up at her father. “Daddy, don’t forget, okay?!” she urged him, her voice thick with exhaustion and though her eyes were heavy, she wouldn’t put her head back down unless she got confirmation.

Elvis laughed softly as he looked at her, kissing her forehead. “I promise, yittle. Put your little head down,” he whispered to her, gently pushing her head back down on his chest as he tickled his fingers through her hair.

It didn’t take her long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You and Elvis didn’t wake her up, deciding that she needed all the sleep she could get for Christmas day tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t be too happy about it once she’d wake up and realise it was the next day, but she’d forgive you for it later. Especially when she’d see the presents she got from you and Elvis, her innocent little mind believing that they were from Santa himself.

 

“I’ll get her to bed,” you whispered as the movie ended which you and Elvis had talked your whole way through. Too comfortable on the couch to turn the TV off and move into the living room, plus Caroline looked too cute sleeping and you didn’t want to wake her. But it was getting late and you and your husband could use some rest as well.

“I’ll be upstairs,” he told you as you picked up Caroline in your arms, kissing your lips as he silently followed you up the stairs. You walked up the main staircase as Elvis made his way to the living room.

Thankfully, Caroline didn’t wake up when you carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. She mumbled something in her sleep and fuzzed in the sheets a little, but she went back to snoring softly before you left the room. You took the opportunity to clean up some of her toys that were scathered around the room and put the clothes away she wore today that Elvis put on her chair.

When you closed the door behind you afterwards and walked down the stairs, you frowned as Elvis was nowhere to be seen. The TV in both the dining and music room were turned off. The house felt empty.

“El? Baby?” you called out softly, looking around as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Once he cleared his throat and you turned around, you saw him sitting in the Santa nook, cookie in hand and clothed in the Santa suit his dad or manager usually wore. You figured he must’ve put something around his waist, because he filled out the costume that would otherwise be too big for him.

“Merry Christmas to you, madame,” he grinned as he put the cookie down, slapping his hand on his thigh. You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh as you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, slipping your arm around his shoulder. “Are these cookies for me, pretty lady?”

You cleared your throat a little, a soft giggle escaping your throat nonetheless. He had never dressed up as Santa for Caroline, both of you afraid that she would recognize him instantly.

You thought he looked ridiculous, but the way his voice deepened as he spoke to mimick a Santa like voice and his blue eyes were pretty much undressing you the second he saw you, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle run down your spine.

“They certainly are, mr. Claus. My daughter and husband made them especially for you,” you grinned, placing your hand on his stomach. Or rather the pillow you realised he had put in the costume.

“Your husband, you say?” he hummed, picking up the cookie once more as he took a bite of it now. “Isn’t he a lucky man to have such a beautiful little thing runnin’ around the place,” he put the cookie in front of your lips, his hand finding your ass as his arm was resting around your waist.

You feigned a gasp, gently pushing his hand away from your face as you looked at him. “My, mr. Claus. You’re very handsy, aren’t you? What would my husband think?”

“Well honey, your husband ain’t here, is he?”

He dropped the half eaten cookie back on the plate, wiping some crumbs off his fingers with the napkin you had put next to the plate earlier today. His palm squeezed your ass softly, pushing you firmly against his chest as your hand traveled over the hill of his fake belly and over his chest to wrap it around his neck.

“Now tell me, mrs. Presley. Have you been naughty or nice?”

His words made you want to rip that white beard he was sporting off his face and shut him up with a kiss. You didn’t feel awkward anymore at his little act–not when he was looking at you like that while his palm was shamelessly massaging your ass–and rather felt arousal seeping into your being.

Roleplaying wasn’t rare for you and Elvis, but you never thought him being dressed up as Santa Claus would get you as turned on as it did.

“I’m always very nice,” you told him as you laced your fingers together behind his neck, plastering your most innocent smile on your face. “But I can definitely be naughty too, mr. Claus,”

“Why don’t you show me how naughty you can be, darlin’?” his hand was quick as it reached up to his face, pulling the beard down before he leaned in to you. You giggled softly, gently swatting his hand away before you put the beard back in its place, kissing him.

He laughed softly against your lips but didn’t question you on it, instead fully trapping you against him as he wrapped his other arm around you as well, deepening the kiss.

 

Caroline shot up in her bed as soon as she awoke out of her sleep not even twenty minutes after you put her to bed. The little Presley girl didn’t think twice to hop out of her bed and walk over to the window, pouting heavily when she realised it was still night time and she was not downstairs waiting for her beloved Santa Claus right now.

You and Elvis promised to wake her and she felt betrayed that you hadn’t.

She had no idea what time it was and if you were still awake, but she figured getting caught would be worth the risk. Tiptoeing to her door, she slowly opened it and shuffled to the top of the stairs – when she saw that the only light that illuminated the foyer came from the Christmas tree, she very slowly and quietly stepped down a few steps.

Not wanting to scare Santa if he was already here, she peeked over the bannister of the stairs and widened her eyes as she saw the white bearded man with his signature red hat and suit sitting in the seat you and her had provided for him. She would’ve thundered down the stairs if it wasn’t for you sitting in his lap, lips pressed against those of her hero.

The one who provided her with the toys she wanted every year, the one who paid her a visit every Christmas day.

She loved him, but he was not her father.

Only Daddy was allowed to kiss you on the lips, not Santa Claus. Not nobody else.

Tears stung in her blue eyes as she grabbed onto the bars of the bannister, watching the kiss for a few seconds before she ran back up the stairs and hid underneath her blankets, silently crying herself to sleep.

You and Elvis were too occupied to hear Caroline coming up and down the stairs and as you tugged him up from the seat to take him into your shared bedroom, he quickly stole the plate of cookies along with him.

 

You and Elvis woke up early the next morning despite that Santa costume keeping you both awake until the dead of the night. You expected Caroline to stand at the side of your bed by now seeing it was already 8 o’clock because she could never wait until she was allowed to unwrap her presents. This morning, the bedroom was silent aside from Elvis’ soft snoring.

You sat up in the bed and looked at your husband, laughing softly as you took the Santa hat that was clutched in his hand, throwing it onto the floor. You leaned over to him and planted soft kisses on his shoulder and up to his face. He groaned softly as you woke him, his limbs stretching out in front of him before he turned to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, forcing you to lay back down next to him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whispered with a soft laugh as he hid his face in your neck, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Mwerry Chwistmas, little one,” he hummed sleepily against your skin before he kissed your neck, the faint hint of your perfume that lingered in your neck making him roll onto his back, taking you right with him.

“We don’t get a lot of Christmas mornings like this one,” he mumbled as he grinned, his hands running up your thighs to squeeze at your hips.

He was right, you didn’t. You’d either be woken up by Caroline or by the doorbell that announced the arrival of today’s company. You told them to come a little later this year, so you and your family had time to actually eat breakfast and get ready for the day.

Now that you and Elvis had a bit of time for yourselves, he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

His eyes caught sight of the Santa hat on the floor and he was quick to grab it before returning to his warm spot on the bed with you atop of him. “You had a lot of time with mr. Claus last night, it’s only fair if I get some sweetness from mrs. Claus,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he held out the hat to you.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grasping it from his hand as you put it crookedly on top of your head. He bit his lip and moved his hands up your sides, slipping toward your front to squeeze your bare breasts in the palm of his hand.

Neither of you bothered to put on clothes before you fell asleep last night, so he didn’t need to wait for you to peel off pieces of fabric for you to raise your hips and sink down onto him.

He groaned as he moved his hands underneath his head, watching you ride him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he mummered as his eyes wandered down from your face to your bouncing breasts, voice sounding hoarse as it was still heavy with sleep. It only motivated you to go faster.

The idea of Caroline wandering into the room any minute was also on your mind, but Elvis didn’t mind you chasing your climax with slight hurry. He decided to help you get there even faster, reaching one hand down to circle your clit rapidly with his thumb.

The both of you had to bite down on your tongues to not moan too loud and while Elvis loved hearing you make those pretty sounds for him, he knew he could not make you truly scream while Caroline was also in the house.

Luckily for him, she had a sleepover planned at his father’s house next week.

Thanks to Elvis’ digit, you were quick to reach your climax and he followed not long after because of how visciously you were clenching around him.

“We should.. should check on Care,” you breathed as you ripped the fluffy hat off your head, throwing it across the bed before you leaned down and kissed your husband, who mumbled a soft agreement against your lips but made no movements to leave the warmth of the bed.

 

Caroline had been up before you and Elvis, but instead of walking into your room to tug on your blankets until either you or Elvis woke up, she went straight to the living room.

She was a girl on a mission today and it wasn’t a very fun one.

She was angry – at you, at Santa, and even a little bit at Elvis.

The little girl was still in disbelief of what she had seen last night. She just couldn’t wrap her little head around the fact that you kissed someone that was not Daddy and that Santa kissed you back.

And where was her Daddy while you exchanged smooches with her hero? He should’ve been there to stop it. Maybe even kick Santa’s ass a little.

She wandered over to the Christmas tree, taking the ornaments out one by one. Santa Claus didn’t deserve a nice tree anymore – if he would come by the house today, she would show him that she was angry with him.

Once you and Elvis came down the stairs and saw the bottom of the tree empty from its usual ornaments and Caroline gathering the sparkly garlands in her arms, you widened your eyes.

“Caroline, what is this?!” you exclaimed in confusion as you walked over to her to lift her up your hip. She crossed her arms firmly against her chest, the garlands crunching in her arms as she turned away from you with an angry expression taking over her features. “Caroline, I’m talkin’ to you,”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” she huffed as she stared at the chair by the stairs Santa had sat on last night.

“Caroline Mae Presley, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Elvis warned her as he stood next to you, looking at his daughter. But she didn’t look at him, hanging back in your arms so she’d be heavier for you to hold. “You know you’re not allowed to go downstairs before waking us. Why did you dissect the tree?”

She didn’t want to tell him or you how she was feeling, but she had a weakness for Elvis and she felt sad for him. He didn’t know what happened last night – while she was still young, she knew it was a bad thing. A bad thing that would hurt her precious father.

“I’m mad,” she mumbled and you allowed Elvis to take her out of your arms, walking over to the couch to sit down on it with her in his lap. She unfolded her arms and looked at her hands as you took the garlands out of her arms to put them back in their place.

“Yittle, if you’re mad, you come talk to Mommy or me. What does my tree have to do with anythin’, huh?” he grinned playfully at her as he tickled her sides. Usually, she would giggle and cheer up, but this time she pouted and pushed his big hand off.

“I’m mad.. m-mad.. at Santa,” she whispered, touching the small charm bracelet you gifted her for her last birthday that she never wanted to take off.

“Why, baby? Santa brought you a lot of presents,” Elvis told her as he nodded his head over to you. You smiled at your daughter as she finally looked up and you nodded, holding up a few wrapped presents Elvis put under the tree last night as you were putting Caroline to bed.

It looked like a smile was about to break the angry act she was putting on, but she huffed and looked down again. “I’m mad at Mommy too,”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion as you put the presents back under the tree, getting up to walk over to the couch. You sat down next to Elvis and looked at the pouty blonde in his lap, taking her small hands in yours. She pulled them out of your grip immediately, looking away.

Elvis saw the hurt in your eyes and sighed deeply, knowing playing nice would get him nowhere with his headstrong daughter.

He had finally met his match – it was more exhausting than he ever expected.

“Caroline, don’t be like that to your mother and tell us why you’re so mad. We don’t know what’s goin’ on if you don’t use your words,” he bounced his leg she was sitting on once, making her look at him with a glare.

Her face expressions softened a little when she saw both you and him looking at her so seriously and she couldn’t stop her bottomlip from twitching, her emotions getting the best of her. As soon as tears started welling up in her eyes, she pressed her face in Elvis’ chest and grabbed onto the shirt he was wearing.

“You and Mommy don’t love each other anymore,” she cried, her words coming out muffled. Elvis gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her off him so she could speak more clearly but she managed to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging onto him. “And it’s all Santa’s fault,”

You exchanged a look with Elvis and frowned, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “Honey, what are you talking about?”

Upon the sound of your voice, she pulled away from Elvis and looked at you, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh Mommy, please don’t leave Daddy all alone!” she cried as she stretched her arms out to you. She had been so angry with you only minutes ago, but the thought of you leaving and running off to the North Pole with Santa Claus broke her little heart. You immediately took her in your arms and caressed her hair out of her face, wiping her tears away. “Don’t leave me and Daddy!”

“Care, how’d you get that idea? Baby, I’m not leaving you and Daddy,” you told her, kissing her forehead before she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“But last n-night.. you.. you.. were k-kissing.. S-Santa..” she hiccuped over your shoulder, squeezing you tightly in her little arms as if she was afraid you’d disappear into thin air. “You are in l-love with Santa C-Clause,”

You looked at Elvis and he widened his eyes, letting out a hearty laugh as he leaned back in the couch, throwing his head on the back rest of it. You gave him a warning glare but couldn’t stop yourself from giggling softly too, rubbing your hand up and down Caroline’s back soothingly as Elvis hid his mouth behind his hand to muffle his laughter.

“Care bear, look at me,” you chuckled softly as you grabbed her arms, pulling her out of your embrace so she’d look at you. Her hands rested on your shoulders as she sniffed, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “What you saw last night… was me hugging Santa…”

Elvis stopped laughing as he grinned cheekily, waiting for you to explain to your five year old what she had seen. You silently begged for help and he cleared his throat a little, scooting closer to you and Caroline. “Yittle, Mommy was comfortin’ Santa last night. You see, Daddy forgot to put his milk by the cookies last night and Santa was so sad, because he thought we had forgotten about him,” he explained to her as she looked at him, listening while repeating his words over and over again in her head.

“Yes! And I told him we definitely did not forget about him. He was also a little sad that you fell asleep, baby girl, so I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek,”

She turned to you, her eyes still a little red as she sniffed once more. “Really?”

“Promise. Would we ever lie to you?” Elvis chimed in, smiling at her and she shook her head.

To her, you and Elvis were perfect and would never ever tell her a lie. Not a big one, nor a small one.

“No,” she whispered. “So you will stay with me and Daddy?”

You looked at her and laughed softly, nodding as you pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Yes baby, I’m going to stay with you and Daddy forever and ever,”

She smiled softly, nodding her head heavily as she seemed to buy the story you and Elvis told her. Honestly, it wasn’t a very good one, but the only thing you could come up with on the spot.

And for five year old Caroline, the story sounded solid.

“Okay,” she said, grabbing Elvis’ hand as she kept her other hand on your shoulder. “Daddy is more beautiful than Santa,”

Elvis grinned widely, raising his chin smugly. “That’s what I thought, honey,”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, rising from the couch with Caroline in your arms. “Now Santa, me and Daddy will appreciate it very much if you put the ornaments back in the tree. Let Daddy help you,” you grinned, kissing her temple before you put her back on her own two feet. She nodded and walked over to the tree, sitting on her knees as she did what you told her to.

Elvis slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your ass as he pushed you against his chest. “Seems like we should keep the costume strictly for the bedroom, huh?”

“Definitely,” you laughed softly, kissing his chin. “Without the beard next time, though,”

“I didn’t hear ya complainin’ when I was in between your legs with it last night,” he whispered teasingly with a grin on his face, raising an eyebrow.

You playfully slapped his chest, laughing. “I was feelin’ festive, but Christmas is almost over, baby,”

“Not in this house,” he wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss you. The moment was interrupted sooner than he liked by Caroline who called out to him.

“Daddy, help me!” she yelled as she had managed to get herself twisted in a string of garland, looking at him with a goofy smile on her face.

“You truly are your mother’s child,” he laughed as he shot you a wink, walking over to his daughter to help her get out of the small trap she got herself into and to help her re-decorate the lower half of the tree.

You laughed as you watched them for a little bit before disappearing into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

In an hour or so, the house would be filled with family and friends again, disrupting the peaceful bubble you had been in since yesterday.

You didn’t mind it all that much, though. And as long as Caroline would have a good time, you didn’t care if the house was empty or full.

[milliesfishes]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔁 (1)𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 (just little blurbs too short to be imagines that I wanted to share)

𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰

When there were little get togethers in town, Billy enjoyed taking you out, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty dress. He'd get cleaned up too, putting on a fresh shirt and cleaning his boots.

During the dances where there weren't steps to follow, he swayed slightly with you, admiring how pretty you looked under the light of the lanterns. Toward the end of the night, he twirled you, then picked you up around the waist, holding your joined hands to his chest, and spun a few times, delighting in your laughter and responding in kind.

"Ain't nothin' better than this," he said so only you could hear, still holding you up so your feet weren't touching the ground. "Got m' pretty baby between my arms. 'S how I know everythin's right.'

When he set you down, the both of you dizzy and breathlessly giggling, he leaned in and kissed you, right in the middle of the crowd. You leaned into it, and he dipped you, still keeping his lips pressed against yours.

The gesture made you smile, and you pulled back after a bit, looking up into his eyes. The blue of them was plainly visible even as the sky grew darker. You wrapped your arms around his neck, loving how plainly and brightly he loved you.

(𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷) 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰

Often, you'd take a shower right before bed, coinciding perfectly with Billy, who preferred to shower in the morning. You had just finished blow drying your hair tonight, running your fingers through the silky smoothness of it.

You put on your little sleep top with thin straps and a simple pair of panties: white cotton with a little bow in the middle. Now that it was summer, and the AC barely worked, you were wearing something similar to sleep every night.

Entering the bedroom, you saw that Billy was sprawled out, waiting for you shirtless in his boxers. He lazily reached out an arm to you, beckoning you to come lie down.

You gave in, of course, lying on your back next to him. He quickly shifted down, burying his face in your stomach with one hand in your hair. He'd always liked the softness of it after you blow dried.

Billy shifted down so his head was resting on your hip bone, turned slightly to the side, on the hem of your panties. Then, he turned so his chin was propped up. "What's this?"

You had been lying back, absentmindedly stroking his hair, so you leaned up a bit, looking where he was. He was looking at your panties, where two tiny dots of blood were blooming in the white a little below the seam. Billy frowned, one of his fingers coming to touch the spot.

"Ugh, I must've cut myself when I was shaving down there," you sighed, propping yourself up a little on your elbows.

Billy studied it a little more, then leaned over to kiss the spot. He looked up at you with a grin. "You need me to teach ya how to shave, baby?"

"At least I do shave," you teased, eyeing the scruff on his jaw.

His mouth fell open in mock disbelief, and he buried his face in your stomach again, giving you ticklish little kisses that had you giggling at the feel of his stubble against you.

𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓯𝓯

He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world so naturally he was a proud man, having you on his arm. Sometimes he'd sneak you out late through your window and take you to the saloon, where all his boys were hanging out. They were well familiar with you, but they reacted excitedly every time.

"Brought my girl this time boys, ain't she pretty?" he'd call to a cacophony of whistles and teasing remarks. He'd set his hat on your head and send you off to get the two of you drinks, giving your bottom a light tap as you left.

When you returned, you'd find him engrossed in a poker game. But he'd still look up and shift his cards to one hand, holding out his arm so you could come sit on his thigh and keep him company. Of course, you'd oblige, setting your drinks on the table and settling comfortably on his leg. He'd wrap that arm around your middle and hold you right against him.

Since you were back in the safety of his company, you'd take his hat off and plunk it back on his head. Keeping your hands on the brim, you used it to pull him into a kiss, turning his head away from his cards. He'd chuckle into it at first but then bite your bottom lip gently, teasingly. Lips locked against his, one of your hands falls from the brim of his hat to the side of his face as his lips moved tantalizingly against yours, his fingers splaying out over where he was holding you on your waist.

Then one of Billy's men yelled something and he broke away, setting down his cards with a triumphant smirk. You looked down at them. He'd won the game.

Some of them groaned good-naturedly, and you kissed his cheek. He bounced his leg playfully, jostling you a bit. "Gotta real pretty good luck charm sittin' right on m' knee."

come talk about billy here!

[jungle-angel]

Snow Bunny: Part 1 (Bob x Reader)

Summary: One little critter becomes a big part of yours and Bob’s lives

Notes: So, I recently saw a fic that was really cute where it was a Phoenix x little!Reader where she ends up getting them a bunny stuffie along with the slightly adorable and really steamy fics where Bob calls the Reader “bunny” and my brain got rolling. Big, big shoutout to you guys for the writing you do, I wish I knew your names so I could really give the credit where it’s due. 

Tagging: @nobody7102​ and @sebsxphia​

Bozeman, MT

December 7th, 2022

You were so close. 

So......friggin....close. 

“C’mon baby, one more, one more,” Bob encouraged as he held your leg. 

You were exhausted, almost out of breath from having been in labor since midnight. You could feel the tiny little human trying to make her way out of you, eager to enter the world and meet you and Bob. Your face scrunched up as you pushed, Bob’s free hand on the back of your head as you let out an exhausted breath, the feeling of relief suddenly washing right over you.

A tiny cry filled the room before your daughter was placed on your chest. She was tiny!!!! Tiny and red faced with a howl that would have put your husky to shame. She couldn’t have been any more than five pounds on the dot!!

“Baby you’re unbelievable,” Bob said as he leaned down and kissed you, the tears starting to well in his eyes as you returned the kiss. “She’s so beautiful.” 

Deidre Bridget Floyd was officially welcomed into the family on December 7th at 8:15 in the morning, the snow falling harder than it had the night before. The nurses took their time helping you with any last minute details before taking Deidre for her shots. You looked at Bob who paced anxiously around the room, worried that there would be a huge trench in the floor from the amount of pacing he had done. Once the nurse wheeled Deidre back in, the tension on his shoulders had lifted quickly. 

It wasn’t long before Bob noticed his little princess’s tiny hands balling into a fist, her annoyed little cries threatening to get louder before he handed her off to you. 

“God I can’t believe how tiny she is,” you remarked as Deidre latched onto you to feed. 

“Auggie was tiny and he got big pretty quick,” Bob pointed out as he crawled in beside you. 

“Yeah but Auggie was a preemie, remember?” 

How could he have forgotten? Tiny little August had already shot up like a weed at three years old along with his Irish twin, Patrick. 

“Ah well,” you sighed. “She’s here and that’s all that matters.”

“I’m just relieved we finally have a girl,” Bob chuckled. “I love the boys to pieces, but Nat needs someone she can teach when she gets older.” 

You laughed a little and noticed a slight tickling sensation against the skin of your breast. “Her little nose is twitching,” you said to Bob. 

A huge smile began to form on Bob’s face as he kissed the silky tufts of dark blonde hair on Deidre’s head. “She’s like a tiny baby bunny,” he cooed. 

“Hey, don’t you start with that....” you joked. 

Bob laughed before he propped himself up a little bit and finally got up from your bed. “That reminds me,” he said. “I’ve got something for her.” 

He went to the window seat where his duffel bag was, unzipping the top before drawing something out of the bag. When he showed you, you nearly gasped.  It was a little stuffed white bunny, a little too big for her to hold, but adorable nonetheless with its floppy little ears and the pale pink silk ribbon around its neck. 

“Oh Bob where did you....?” 

“My sister found this and thought it’d be perfect,” Bob said. “I mean she can’t hold it right now but.....” 

“Bob it’s perfect,” you told him. “She’ll love it, I promise you.” 

Bob crawled back in beside you, hooking his arm around your shoulders before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. His hand gently stroked Deidre’s hair and the soft spots on her head. “You wanna hold her?” you asked him. 

Bob eagerly took his baby girl into his arms, tangled a little in her pink crochet blanket. You snapped a picture of Bob holding her and giving her a gentle little Eskimo kiss with the tip of his nose, promptly setting it as your background and sending it to the rest of the gang. 

“I love you my little snow bunny,” Bob whispered. “You and your Momma both.” 

[serafiel-jacobs]

Sophia Alone (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Sophia had just finished packing up her supplies, she decided that she would have a picnic in the woods, as they say that they look lovely this time of the year.

She found herself in a nice spot and placed the blanket on the floor, admiring the flowers that surrounded her and eating from time to time. She had gotten used to eating, at first it felt a little odd with her new body when it came to that, it felt too mechanical instead of natural, but thankfully it was something that she got over, a few other things she had found odd here and there, but nothing that she didn’t get used to by now.

Lying down on the blanket, Sophia began to feel a little sleepy and closed her eyes for just a few seconds.

—-

“Shit”

Sophia said when she woke up, realizing it was already nighttime, she ended up having a REALLY long nap.

She grabbed the basket and made her way to exit the woods, but the darkness of the night confused her, and she ended up getting lost.

“Calm down Sophia, calm down” Sophia had faced many dangers while in Krat, yet for some reason she was so intimidated by this forest. The trees looked like they were long arms trying to grab her and she could almost swear she saw faces in them, as she kept on walking began to get desperate, not being able to find her way out, so she ran and ran trying and find her way out.

Unfortunately, she was startled by some roaming bats, and in the commotion, she ended up falling into a body of water, at first she was scared because she could have sworn she saw crocodiles but thankfully they were just logs, her mind was just playing tricks on her, she managed to get out and tried to stay calm looking for a way out.

In the distance, she could hear music being played, and people singing, she felt relief that people were nearby, while walking a tiny deer made its way towards her, she petted the animal and it made motions, indicating that she should follow it. As she got closer, she saw more small animals surrounding a very tiny house, Sophia took a deep breath before knocking on the door, she felt a little nervous and as if she was interrupting something.

She was greeted by the seven dwarfs, the owners of the home, and by a young girl named Snow White, they were so kind to welcome her, they had no problem with her just staying one night and she promised that she wouldn’t let this go without its due reward, she helped them clean the place and arrange things once their celebration was over. The dwarfs dotted around her, Sophia could tell they didn’t get much interaction from other people, more so when they mentioned how they worked all day.

Thankfully there were no issues with arranging for her to have a bed, as Sophia chose to sleep on the couch and wrap herself with her picnic blanket. She had to refuse constantly when offered a bed, she didn’t want to be too much of a bother and the small house was already so cramped.

In the morning Sophia and the rest woke up and she had a brief talk with the seven dwarfs before they left for their work, once again she thanked them profusely for their kindness. Sophia was about to leave, but she noticed that the girl looked so sad, and decided to ask her what was wrong.

“My stepmother… she tried to kill me” Snow White shed a few tears, “And only now have I realized how awful she had been treating me”

Snow White is a young girl, so she is naive, she thought that her stepmother making her act like a maid was just her trying to teach her humility. The girl kept on venting to Sophia. Who was surprised to know that the girl was the princess, she wanted to help her, but she had no idea how, and it would be difficult because her stepmother rules the land, she could basically get away with anything she wanted. But at least Snow White is safe here and she can at least leave somewhat at peace with the dwarfs and her animal friends.

“Sometimes I wish a prince would come to save me, I knew a prince when I was little, we were good friends, I miss Florian but he is living his own life and I wouldn’t want anyone to have the burden of rescuing me”

Sophia is surprised at how mature she is for her age and so kind, doesn’t seem that there is any trace of selfishness inside of her. The only thing she could do was be a shoulder to cry on. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay and she made her way to leave but she wished her the best.

She made her way out, now that it was daytime it would be easy for her to leave and she was given directions towards the nearest exit of the woods. Sophia walked for some time when suddenly a small deer, the same that had come to her before grabbed her dress by bitting it.

“No! Bad deer” She was scolding the young deer, thinking that it just wanted to play, but the deer kept trying to grab her attention, trying to tell her something.

“Did something happen?” Sophia felt a little weird trying to talk with a deer but despite the frantic gestures she managed to understand what the deer was saying.

“Snow White is in danger?!”

The deer nodded his head and made motions for her to go back, Sophia ran back towards the house, and with her increased stamina it wasn’t hard to rush towards the house, where she saw the dwarfs chasing after an older woman, it was easy to for Sophia to realize that the queen had come in disguise.

She entered the home to find Snow White unconscious on the floor, she tried shaking her over and over again but she couldn’t wake her up. The girl was dying and she needed to do something.

…

Sophia was back to the same spot she was before in the forest, this time she didn’t wait for the deer, she ran until she found the house, but again, it was too late, Snow White had taken a bite out of the apple as soon as she walked inside. Dammit, she needed to be quicker.

…

“Sophia, are you alright?” Snow White asks.

Sophia gasped for air, she could feel her gears moving at a faster rate, the longer she rewinds the more tired she became but she had to compose herself.

“Listen to me” Sophia grabbed Snow White’s shoulders with her hands, “I know it’s going to be hard to believe but the queen, she is coming right now to try and kill you”

“Huh?” What?!”

“I have this power” Sophia didn’t want to give all the details so she kept it short, “I can turn back time and I saw her, I saw her hurting you”

Sophia grabbed a glass and dropped it onto the floor, there was a pause and then it was back to how it was supposed to be. At first Snow White was still shocked but she remembered what the huntsman said, that her stepmother would stop at nothing until she saw her dead.

The forest animals wasted no time looking for the seven dwarfs and Sophia stayed by Snow White’s side when there was a knock on the door, they didn’t answer.

But the evil queen entered the house regardless, Snow White hiding behind Sophia. The queen tried to speak up but Sophia interrupted her.

“Drop the act, we know”

The queen was enraged, and with her magic turned herself back into her true appearance, it was killing her on the inside to be seen as old and ugly.

The queen got closer and pulled a dagger that she had kept hidden, it caught them off guard but Sophia despite not being a strong fighter managed to stop her, as the blade only made a loud thud when colliding with her arm that she used as a shield.

The queen was stunned, that should be impossible, “What are you?” She demanded an answer but she wouldn’t get one, the seven dwarfs had arrived and they started chasing after her, Sophia didn’t want to leave Snow White’s side but she followed them just in case, and it was a good thing. They had chased her up a hill, the atmosphere had changed, it was raining and the clouds made the skies dark, Sophia watched as the Queen pushed a boulder towards them, and it was about to hit them

“No!”

…

“What did you do?” The Queen could tell something was wrong but didn’t have enough time to react, as the boulder she had been pushing instead of falling down the hill, fell towards her, stumbling as she fell to her death, and the boulder crushing her. The vultures up the hill looking down at the scene.

—-

Sophia was starting to feel a little overwhelmed by all the attention, all of them treating her like a heroine, she was just happy to help, although, in the end, it did make her feel good to save someone like that, it felt exciting, she wonders if this how Pinocchio feels when he goes on his adventures.

But it was time for her to head back, she was worried about the Hotel room she rented, hoping that they didn’t assume she went missing and threw away her belongings. She doesn’t carry much but she does carry the essentials as those would be a disaster to lose. As she headed back, she could see that she was close, hearing a few people on the streets, she was so entranced on leaving that she was a little startled when someone spoke to her.

“Excuse me miss”

Sophia turned to look at them, those clothes, a prince just like the one Snow White described.

“I’m looking for a young girl, her name is Snow White, everyone has told me that she is dead, but I don’t believe that, please if you have seen this girl tell me” Florian sounded desperate.

She smiled at him and pointed at the woods, “She is living in a small house inside the forest”

Thrilled about the news, he thanked her and made his way towards the forest and Sophia made her way back to the hotel she was staying in.

—-

“Sorry miss but you have been gone for more than a day, we are going to have to cancel your room, please take your belongings and leave”

Sophia was frustrated, this stupid Hotel had dumb rules, and she should have confirmed better where she was staying now she had no choice but to leave. There had been a few times when she had to sleep on the streets, it was annoying but something she had to deal with, plus, she was just so happy about exploring the world, it was a small inconvenience and with her powers, she is more than capable of defending herself.

It was twilight outside and she had stopped to get something to eat and relax, but the place was filled with people, she was about to leave when an older woman signaled to her to sit with her. She looked very weak and fragile.

“We are both alone, why don’t we eat together?” The old lady’s voice was sweet, she was very friendly, making conversation with Sophia along the way.

“Oh you poor thing, I can’t let you be outside without a roof to sleep, please come to my home”

“Oh I can’t, it would be too much”

“Nonsense, I insist, please stay at my place”

Eventually, Sophia caved in, she followed the woman towards her home and at least helped her carry her bag, as the older woman was using an umbrella and walking with a cane, saying that at her age, walking gets harder and harder and the sun even just as dim as it is can be too much for her, and considering how pale she looked, it made sense.

At the old woman’s home, Sophia was arranging her belongings.

“Where are my manners? My name is Sophia”

“I guess I’m here lacking manners as well, people call me by my last name, so please call me Fable”

“Thank you so much, Miss. Fable”

The older woman excused herself for a moment, Sophia got a little curious, this house was so beautiful, so many small wooden figurines decorated the place, mainly of animals but also of small objects, Sophia stared intensely at one, she recognized the shape.

“I take it to you like my stargazer?” Miss. Fable said from behind, “Not as beautiful as a real one, but I made the figure myself, I think I did a good job”

“It’s beautiful, I’ve never seen someone outside of Krat that knew about Stargazers”

“Well I lived there years ago, but that seems like a distant memory by now” Miss. Fable looked like she was being reminded of old memories, “I still have family that lives there, I know that you’ve met them”

“Really?” Sophia wondered who she was talking about but this woman looked so old, maybe she was just confused.

“Giuseppe Geppetto, he is my grandson”

“What?!” Sophia was shocked, about how she knew that she knew him and more about how old this woman was.

The old woman laughed, “I am a listener just like you, sorry for being intrusive but when I saw you, I could tell right away” It wasn't hard for her to look at Sophia's memories through Ergo.

Sophia was surprised, but she felt more relaxed, knowing she could talk with her without being too secretive.

“I was also once an alchemist, but that was so long ago, and the alchemists nowadays…” Miss. Fable’s voice changed to a sadder tone, “Well now they don’t seem to want to help others, just wanting to fulfill their selfish needs”

Sophia looked away for a moment, just like her father, he was a good man, he wanted to use his knowledge and power for good, but just for being kind he was murdered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down”

“It’s okay and you are right anyway”

“Why don’t we talk about something else? Can you tell me about my great-grandson?”

Sophia smiled, she would love to tell her all about Pinocchio, how kind and wonderful that boy is, she recalled the times she spent with him, how he saved her and all of Krat, how he brought her back, she also told showed her the ring.

They talked for a few hours, and the atmosphere was calming and friendly, Miss. Fable told Sophia tips on what to do when traveling, she seemed to have a good amount of knowledge and she appreciated the advice and after it was late they went to bed.

She decided to stay with her for the remaining days she had in Germany, with her, Sophia was happy with how everything had turned out, she had had a great time here, but now she was wondering where to go next.

“You could go to Austria, I was born there, and I have fond memories of when I was a little girl there”

“Mmm that doesn’t sound like a bad idea”

It was a little quiet after that, but Miss. Fable spoke up again.

“Girl, can I tell you a secret?”

“Mmm?” Sophia had become distracted looking again at the decor of the house, she was just so in love with it.

“Hopefully you can hear what this old lady has to say”

“Of course, please do tell”

——

“Wow, that’s…” Sophia was speechless.

“I understand, a little far fetched but as I told you, I’m telling you this in case you ever need my help”

Sophia gave her a warm smile, “I’ll think about it, you really are too generous and your secret is safe with me”

The next day, Sophia had made up her mind to leave for Austria when there was a knock at the door.

“We are looking for a girl named Sophia and we heard that someone matching her description was here,” said a Royal guard.

“That would be me” Sophia got closer to see what this was about.

“I come to send a message, as a reward for saving the princess she is formally inviting as a guest to a wedding”

Sophia turned to look at Miss. Fable.

“Austria can wait, you are definitely not missing that”

—-

“I still can’t believe you met my grandmother,” Geppetto said.

They were all waiting at the train station in France, it was way too early in the morning but it was the time they needed to leave, Pinocchio had fallen asleep on his father’s shoulder since the sleepy head wasn’t used to being up so early.

“She is a lovely lady” She truly is, Sophia does wonder though what Geppetto would think of his grandmother’s secret.

The sound of a train engine was heard, it was time for Geppetto and Pinocchio to leave. It was going to be a long ride back to Krat, it would take them all day, so they said their goodbyes and not soon after, Sophia’s strain arrived, her ride would take way longer, and she would have to make any stops along the way to get there.

But it doesn’t bother her, she is free now and her travels may be by herself, but she never forgets that she will never be truly alone.

[twsted-princess]

A Day For a Princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fumikomiyasaki!!!!!!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS APPLE!!!!!!!!" Mori shouted presenting a very messily wrapped box to the birthday girl in question. Carol smiled though she had to lean back with her friend's shouting as she took the rectangle, already knowing what's inside thanks to a tiny missing piece of wrapping paper. "Thank you Mori." she said calmly before opening the brightly colored polka dotted package to reveal a board game. Serpents and Stairways, it sounded vaguely familiar to a game back home but she passed the thought away. She watched him bounce on his toes before putting it aside. "Do you like it? I got it from Mr. Sam we can even play together!!" He beamed brightly while Forte put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy easy, we can play later. It's Carol's day remember?" Mori nodded "Ok!!" before hurrying off to fill his cup of punch. Carol giggled from her spot on the couch. She really wasn't planning on having a big party but her dorm mates, specifically Melanie, threw her a little bash. Streamers, a few bowls of chips and candy, even a cake that was baking in the oven. Her friends and some of her tutoring students were hanging around as Alto's boom box played various songs from Bopify , talking among themselves as Carol picked up her phone. She looked down and furrowed her brows. James hadn't called her at all. Not in the morning, not when the party started, not even a text. It was a weekend and he couldn't be that busy. But she couldn't help but be worried for her boyfriend. At best he got into a fight with Barry again and at worst......the clowns took him. She bit her lower lip and took a breath, it's ok. Melanie saw her and sit down to her. "He'll come, I know he will." Carol smiled, yeah she did trust. She grabbed her green plastic cup from the table and took a sip, letting the cold water cleanse her mouth. From over the music and talking Ace break it while looking at the window. "Uuuuuuuuh guys? Someone's coming.....and they're on a horse?" Wait........wait a minute. There was only one man she knew that would pull this stunt. Carol looked through the window to see......him.

James, on a chestnut steed, dressed as dapper as can be with a picnic basket in arm. He steadied his horse and pet their neck as he saw his beloved. She looked back to the party and Melanie's smile grew bright, making the pushing gesture with her hands as James hopped off. The birthday girl took a breath before walking to the door and opening the door. He was there, smiling down at her. The two stood there lost in each other's eyes before he took her hand, planting a kiss on the back. "Hello my princess." Princess........oh. Her face turned a bright red as he smiled. "H- Hi James." God why did he have to be smooth. Ignoring Ace gagging in the background James gestured outside to the horse. "If I may?" Carol nodded before looking back at Melanie. She nodded and Carol took his hand as he led her to his horse. The beast friendly snorted at her causing the two to chuckle. He picked her up so she was fully seated before getting onto the saddle and the two were off. Her hands insistingly wrapped around his waist as they trotted along the dirt road, the path in full bloom. "Soooo....mind if I have a hint to what you have in store?" she asked but he shook his head. "Not yet but we're not far away." She smiled before curling into his back hugging him with a little giggle since she could feel him warm up. A few minutes passed until they reached an open field, daisies and white clovers dotting on the land as blue painted the sky with cottony light clouds. James then got off and led the steed to a spot to graze before carrying Carol down. Hand in hand they found a spot, he opened the basket to pull out a gingham blanket to lay. The two sat down before he pulled out more things. Apple juice, apple turnovers, and an apple cake causing her to smile. "You really know a way to a girl's heart huh?" He rubbed the head sheepishly as he got a plate for her "I uh...made them all myself. Had to remember my grandma's recipe, it's not easy when you don't have an actual list." She smiled taking a turnover while he poured some juice into a cup. Once he had two cups he raised his and she did the same. "Cheers." They clicked glasses before laughing, the turnovers were delicious if a little burnt on the bottom. They watched the clouds roll pass, guessing the shapes and being in their own world. As she listened to the breeze he slid a daisy ring onto her hand. "Fabio taught me." He smiled as he held one for himself, she blushed hard. This guy......... Soon James sat up "Carol, I need to tell you something." She followed, getting up as he took her hand. "In my home village, we have this legend. Of a man who took a weak dying plant into his care, doing everything he can to help the sprout grow. Everyone thought he was crazy except for a woman. She shared his passion and the two poured their love into the plant, as it grew mighty and strong so did their love for each other." He squeezed lightly before looking her in the eyes. "To me, love is something that grows. From past struggles to days of doubt. From moments of joys and the times that remain immortalized. It's something you nurture and become patient with. To cherish until your hands grow callous with age and your days surrounded with those who call you family. I want that love. And I want to grow with you." He then pulled out from the basket an apple sprout, potted and bright green with new life. "Will you.......help me raise this. So it will grow and bear our love?" Carol felt her eyes well up but he wiped them away, he was tearing up too. "Yes.........absolutely yes." She said before pulling him for a kiss. He kissed her back as they fell back onto the grass, their new sprout beside them, a life they'll cultivate together.

[ultraviolet-ink]

Could you write something about Mikotoba hiding his grief about Ayame, Genshin, and Lady B. (and Klint too) from Sherlock, but Sherlock manages to find out and comforts Mikotoba during his breakdown/panic attack?

This was such an interesting prompt, thank you so much for sending it! I wrote a little ficlet for this, which will be under the cut for length's sake lol! I hope you enjoy this! :D And to anyone out there, if you want to send a writing prompt or anything, I would always be down to answer! :D

During the early hours of the morning, only a few hours after midnight, the streets of London were hardly lit. As Yujin sat on the front porch of 221b Baker Street, he held the tiny bundle close to his chest as he watched the knocker-uppers on their rounds, rousing their clients up for the morning’s work. Despite it being summertime, and a rather hot one at that, Yujin was freezing cold and trembling.

The poor woman’s screaming, her agony, still rang in his ears. The way her skin turned pallid, the blood draining out beyond all control, the body going limp like a puppet whose strings were cut.

He just couldn’t figure out whose face he was haunted with this time.

Just then, a hand on his shoulder caused him to cry out, waking up the hours old infant in his arms. Sherlock was bent to his level, years that the man hadn’t even seen yet had etched themselves on his normally youthful face. With a firm hand, he helped his housemate up. As he was led inside, he saw Mrs. Hudson pacing, unable to sleep as well. With the sudden change in scenery, the little baby cried out, whining quietly.

“Mrs. H, could we have some tea, please?” Sherlock simply asked.

“Of course,” She nodded. “And Doctor, please warm yourself up…”

Before she left for the kitchen, she smiled tiredly at her border, “And I’ll visit my sister, first thing in the morning,” She added. “She’s sure to have plenty to care for a child…”

Sherlock tended to the fire once Yujin was sitting squarely on the sofa, holding onto the little girl for dear life. She curled in his coat, a makeshift blanket for the rush back home. The little girl had round rosy cheeks, and soft curly rose hair like her mother. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet since he’d left with her, bright aquamarine eyes that bore straight into the soul.

There she was soundly sleeping, memories of the horrific hours that welcomed her slipped away.

And in the firelight, Yujin still stared at the now dried bloodstain dotting his shirt cuff. His body seized up as a cold sweat broke through his skin. Feverish terror rumbled underneath and his muscles tightened up to the point of pain. The light of the fire dimmed more and more as black spots dotted the edges of his vision.

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Blood, so much blood, it drenched his hands as the wails of his daughter echoed in the room. Midwives rushed around him, explaining what they’d seen up to that point, but there was just too much blood.

Weakly, his poor wife lifted her hand, reaching for their little girl. Her hand was white, far too white, and dark circles hung heavy under her eyes. The poor woman couldn’t even lift her head as she stared with glassy eyes at nothing at all.

All too quickly, the light started to dim, even as her labored breathing stilled. Bloodied hands reached for her, desperately trying to pull her back, stroking her hair and shaking her shoulder gently.

Bloody hands that made a mess of everything they touched.

Cries so loud, they drowned out little Susato’s.

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“Yujin! Yujin!” Sherlock gasped. “Can you hear me?!”

Yujin blinked twice, with hazy vision, suddenly brought back to the sitting room of his home of the last six years. The little girl was sound asleep in Mrs. Hudson’s yarn basket, a lace tablecloth was laid down to keep her stable.

Surprisingly enough, he was dressed in his own sleepwear— one of Sherlock’s dressing gowns, a wine colored ensemble, was loaned to him. And his hands and forearms were damp with water, red marks were evident of furious scrubbing.

Gently, ever so gently, Sherlock reached up to cup his face, brushing away the tears that flowed down his cheeks. Without a second thought, Yujin wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s waist, burying his face in his abdomen, and letting out a muffled sob. Rough calloused hands stroked Yujin’s hair, silently letting the time tick by, with only the crackle of the fire filling the empty space.

Slowly, Sherlock joined him on the sofa, lying back like a languid cat and resting his companion against himself without jostling the doctor. He ran his fingers through Yujin’s hair, keeping his breath steady and slow while the latter gained his bearings.

Yujin closed his eyes and listened carefully to Sherlock’s heartbeat, focusing on the consistent steady pulse as if it were an anchor keeping him on shore.

“Why must death come so quickly and ruthlessly?” Yujin sighed. “I’ve spent so much time with the dead, and yet death still haunts me…”

“It’s one thing to solve a murder, my dear Yujin,” Sherlock said. “And it is another to witness it yourself…”

With a shudder, Yujin held onto the lapel of his companion’s mouse-colored dressing gown.

“My friend was executed, what on earth am I going to tell his family?! His wife?!” Yujin shook his head. “He left behind his own boy… am I supposed to tell them that Genshin was a serial murderer?!”

He then stared at the sleeping little girl at their side. Extending a finger to tuck the new plush blanket around her, the tiny little hand gently wrapped hold of it. With a content smile, the little baby girl sighed in her sleep.

“This poor girl just lost her parents, she doesn’t have anyone…” Yujin choked.

And to think that I put my poor Susato in this position… he added.

 “You’re wrong…”

“Sherlock?”

“She has someone, quite possibly the greatest person to champion her, all her life, she’s had someone who loves her and cares for her more than anything,” He said. “She has you, Yujin…

“And don’t you dare discount that, my dearest friend, else you’ll force me to prove you otherwise,” Sherlock chuckled before raising Yujin’s head up. “I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through, especially regarding what had happened before I met you, but I know you…

“Despite my own faults, you’ve stood steadfast by my side, and you’ve been an invaluable partner in every aspect of life that I can name,” Sherlock continued. “Not only that, you care, you care more than anyone that I’ve ever met, and once someone has your trust, they’re set for life…”

“Sherlock…”

“I mean it, more than anything,” He smiled, before turning to the happy little girl. “Rather adorable, isn’t she…?”

Yujin nodded.

“‘That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet…’” Sherlock said. “She needs a name, and I think you’d know best…”

Just then, the little girl opened her eyes and smiled toothlessly at the two men. With a bell-like giggle, Yujin’s heart melted at the sight of pure innocence.

A name that would honor the valor of Genshin.

A name befitting the noble lineage of Klint van Zieks.

An elegant flower that decorated the flower of the Baskerville family’s room, that the lady painstakingly stitched on blankets meant for her daughter.

A name that would honor his dearest Ayame.

“Iris… she’s as pretty as an iris, don’t you think, Sherlock?”

“She most certainly looks like an Iris indeed,”

For the first time, Yujin stroked Iris’ hair, before tapping her little button nose gently. Exhaustion swept over the doctor, and secure in Sherlock’s arms, he let himself fall into the throws of sleep.

[kitcat-metaverse]

Build Your Own Blossoms

Tropetember Day 4 - Flower Shop

“We’ve put so much effort into this. I don’t get it.”

A taut voice snapped Solstice’s attention away from the game she had been playing. She was so absorbed in it that she didn’t even notice Haruko was sitting right next to her, drumming her paws together.

“Don’t get what?” the black cat asked, saving her progress and turning off the handheld console.

“Nothing is selling,” Haruko explained, gesturing towards the two shelves still full of small plants. “How are we supposed to earn enough for the concert next week?”

Solstice tugged on her sleeve, pondering a solution. “Hm… Well, there are a lot of other flower shops in Meakanu. Maybe we just… Need to stand out a little more?”

“How, though? We can’t afford the tricks I’ve seen everyone else try.” The white fox’s paws missed a beat, so she let them drop to her lap.

“So then we won’t use everyone else’s tricks,” Solstice stated simply.

“I don’t have any other ideas,” Haruko sighed. “I’d play one of my songs for the customers, but dubstep isn’t exactly everyone’s cup of tea.”

“What would you think of putting up some handmade decorations? Or maybe a flower you can’t normally find locally? Or…” Haruko’s roommate trailed off.

“Or…?” she pried, knowing that the cat was probably coming up with some wild, clumsy idea. She could only hope that it’d be a good one.

“Both. Actually, wait here. I’ll be right back.” Solstice sprung to her feet, immediately getting lightheaded and having to reorient herself for a moment. Once she was a little less dizzy, she hurried off — more slowly this time so she didn’t push herself — into the back room.

Behind beaded curtains, she cleared some space on the counter and started gathering various objects lying around in storage. A small pot with some soil still in it, a hot glue gun, and a strange branch with three smaller limbs all made their way to the countertop.

Just this morning, she found that stick on ground by the sidewalk. It was still relatively new and not brittle, so she was sure that it would be ideal. Haruko had teased her for picking up a random branch, but look at it now, useful after all. She buried the singular end firmly into the soil, packing it in around the branch to make sure it was secure.

After heating up the hot glue gun, she opened up the mini fridge in the corner. She told Haruko not to open it, and now her efforts to keep the curious kitsune out paid off. Four clusters of lavender-colored wisteria flowers rested within, still attached to thin green stems and decently preserved. They would probably wither overnight, she thought, but for now she was going to put them on display for the world to see.

Putting forth all her effort to steady her shaky paws, Solstice carefully glued the ends of the stems to the smaller branching limbs of the potted stick. It would take a bit for the glue to cool off and dry, but they still had plenty of time before they had to close up shop, and it’s not like they’d be selling the display “plant”, anyway.

“Hey Haru! C’mere, look what I did!” she called out excitedly. Haruko ducked through the curtains separating the rooms, her eyes widening when she saw the tiny tree.

“Is that an entire sapling??” she exclaimed. “How did you—“

Solstice interrupted her. “It’s not real. I glued the stems to that stick I found, see?” She pointed at the little dots of glue.

“Ohh. Ehehe, sorry. Do you think that’ll work?” the fox smiled awkwardly, rubbing her arm.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

That evening, with a little magic to fast-forward the glue’s drying, the two put the handmade sapling on the windowsill. At first, nobody seemed to notice, but eventually an enthusiast passed by, immediately taking interest in how they got ahold of something that didn’t grow on this island. Haruko admitted that it was just a model (much to Solstice’s displeasure, since she had been preparing a thorough explanation), but the petals were real, and that was enough for the visitor to spread the word. By time the sun set and the shop closed, the shelves were empty. They sold every last flower they had.

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Did this little story for @tropetember ^^

The general idea was “What if the shop was a side hustle and they were working on it together?” and then I kind of just went from there. I’m still pretty new to writing, and this is my first time sharing a short story, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The ending was a little rushed due to me being short on time, but hopefully the next one will be better.

[daddyjenzus]

*Seeing the future*

Example: *A Christmas tale*

It is Christmas Eve. At about 6am in the morning I leave Sunny’s room after sleeping with her despite her having a boyfriend.

It was maybe the best sex I ever had and one of the most romantic things I’ve ever done.

I don’t think it was a mistake. It had to happen. There was nothing to stop it.

Not even me. Although I knew with almost absolute certainty that this would happen, about 4 days earlier. I knew it half a year earlier than that, I just didn’t have an exact date back then.

One night I was at my club, like every other night. Sunny had a bad day, so she came to me, having a good time with me.

We were joking around, like we always do. And like it always does, the joking changed to flirting. Then teasing. And then to wanting each other.

She already had her new boyfriend back then. Not too long, I think, but I am sure they were already together.

Sunny said she wanted to walk home with me, holding my hand, joking around on the way, just like old times. And we did.

We had a few moments where we were touching each other inappropriately, teasing and loosing our will to stay away from ourselves. We never kissed. I knew that was the line. If I had kissed her then, I don’t think anything more would have happened. It had just lead to problems for both of us.

At home, we had a long and deep hug and went our way to our rooms. When I got into my bed, I closed my eyes and I knew, we will be sleeping with each other again. Under the right circumstances. And I also knew she will still have her boyfriend then. I didn’t know the date. But I had a strong feeling it will be before the end of the year. As soon as the stars will align.

After a few long and quiet months the year neared it’s end. It was almost Christmas now. We had friends over. We all had fun, playing games, but in a moment of honesty after getting asked how her relationship is working out, Sunny told us that she is unhappy, she is bored.

I looked out of the window, it was a night with clouds in the sky. In between the soft and white strings of clouds I could she a small portion of the dark sky. And right in the middle of it, was a tiny little star shining at me, tingling me with his light.

A few days later, we went to a party. I fucked up that day. I let myself go. Drinking often around Christmas leaves me with not enough self control to stop myself from tactically manipulating people. And I set sunny up. Just a bit, because I thought It was funny. I planted a seed of thought in her mind. The thought of sleeping with a specific friend of us.

And so I got jealous. Scared. Scared of losing her to a that friend. Scared of not being of enough for her. Scared of being less than someone I look down upon. It wasn’t something I could control, it wasn’t something I wanted. It wasn’t something I should have felt.

And I also planted another seed of thought in her mind. The thought of finding something not boring. And I got scared of not being the one she would chose to not be boring.

I fucked up. I let myself go. Of course it wasn’t all just me but I also don’t know how much of it was my doing. It might just be all of it.

I slept badly that night, having weird dreams following me with bad thoughts. I didn’t know where they came from and what they meant. I woke up in the middle of the night and smoked a cigarette in my bed. Under the dim light of the moon outside. And next to it, two little stars, shining bright into the night.

A few days later, Sunny and I started watching a show together after not wanting to sleep early and having nothing to do. For some reason I didn’t understand, I was horny. I was horny as fuck. I kept it to myself mostly, not falling into old patterns as much as I could. One night, after I finished masturbating, when I had a clear mind free of distractions, I closed my eyes, just like months before and I saw three dots of light flickering on my eyelids. Pointing at me, judging me for not noticing them every time I close my eyes.

It was then when I finally knew. When the three tiny stars formed a line together pointing at a yet not lit up bigger star. The star of Christmas Eve. It was then when I knew why I was horny. It was then when I knew. I would be sleeping with sunny on Christmas Eve.

The night of Christmas came. My roommates and I all went our way to our parents. And when sunny arrived at her family, the last star started to shine down on the world. Leading the way for a beautiful Christmas evening.

We followed our normal tradition of me picking her up with my car at her parents and getting her home. We even met her old friends from school in a pub for a bit, after sunny had to wait half an hour, alone.

And when we drove home, the night was clear. It was dark. And the car lights ahead of us where shining at us. The sky was full of stars, small and big, shining at us. Like the whole world was lit up. Shining at us.

Sunny being bored, me being alone, sunny on her period, me not having self-control, sunny always being sad after being in contact with her family, me being sad after being in contact with my family, Sunny’s boyfriend not being in town but far away at his parents, me being jealous of her flirting with our friend, our historical connection.

It was all the things at once, all the specific circumstances that let us to what we did next. I tried to fight it, although I knew it wouldn’t work. It tried not to do it.

In the end I had the most amazing Christmas I ever had. And she had the most amazing Christmas she ever had, too.

Like a story, written only to be read and learned from. It was our Christmas. And it was perfect.

Epilogue:

There is a lot of questions to this story. A lot of „what ifs“. Couldn’t I just not do it, if I knew days earlier? Was there any way to stop it? No. There was no other way.

Yes, I knew before. But as I’ve done before, I rejected it. I thought, surely, it won’t happen this time. I didn’t think about it. The moment I knew, it was already too late. The stones had been laid.

It’s the specific ways that we got pushed along by our fears and worries. The very long list of specific circumstances being just right.

I am not sure if there actually was a way to avoid it, maybe with a very strong mind. So strong, only a few people in the world might possess it. Neither of us does.

I am sure, if sunny was self-aware enough about her actions and mindful of the future, she could’ve known too. Actually, I am sure, deep down she did know. There was no way around it.

If the circumstances wouldn’t have fit together so perfectly, I had not seen it. And it would not have happened. It would have been the same as the lang ago night at my club. Having fun, joking, flirting, teasing. This would have fucked up our lives even more. We would’ve been in each others heads again. Falling back to our old story. Our codependency. Not in a good way. And it would have just delayed the moment to another time.

It will probably end both of our lives as we know them. One way or another. Everything will change. I don’t think I am ready for it.

**Written on 05.01.2023**

Epilogue 2:

I talked to sunny, because she ignored it. I gave her the options she had. She decided to tell her boyfriend now. It will definitely end both of our lives as we know them.

She will have to move out. Never talk to me again. Our online and real life friends will have to split. Our lives will be separate from this point onwards IF he decides to stay together with her.

I think it may be the best option for her. I don’t know if she is strong enough to stay with me. No matter if I get my life straight or not. I don’t know if she can see the end of it without going crazy. So everything that keeps her away from me might actually be the best for her life. There is also a chance for her to keep her boyfriend. Which might also be good for her, even though the relationship will not last too much longer.

For her boyfriend, I don’t think it was the best option. Maybe in the long run. The very long run. But what was best only gets decided at the end of our lives, so there is no point in accepting this as the best option, only because there is a chance.

I think best for him would have been to not tell him and just end the relationship. Of course he’d be hurt. But he’ll get over it. Way faster than with staying together and ending it later. Being in a relationship with someone that cheated is mentally challenging. You fear it happening again, even years later. There is negative trust between the partners to be rebuild. I don’t think he is even remotely strong enough to go through that.

In my case, this is the worst option. My life is over now. Losing your best friend at 25 is nothing to recover from. There will not be another one. Everyone after this point will just be a friend.

I lost my male best friend long ago when standing up for Sunny. Now I lost Sunny too. I lost my flat and my roommates. I‘ll lose some of my other friends too. I am getting 25 soon, so I have to grow up now. Find a Job. Earn money. Get a life. And I have to do it alone. I don’t know if I can still work on my NPD anymore. I don’t know if I can make it any further without her.

I finished the last day of my life with going to my club. Listening to music and dancing for almost three hours. Alone. I wanted to cry but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I don’t feel anything anymore. I just feel empty. I didn’t drink though. That would’ve sealed it. One drop of alcohol and I had never looked back. It doesn’t feel fair and I don’t know if I will make it.

**Written on 09.01.2023**

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[acey-wacey]

riddle with a reader that likes going to stargazing i just think it's cute

This is so cute! Thanks for requesting!

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Show Me The Stars

"Hey, wake up."

Riddle groaned softly as he was pulled from his sleep by a whisper. When he blinked open his eyes, a face was only inches from his.

You pulled away before he could swat you, giggling as he became tangled in his bedsheets.

"Hi, love," you whispered, leaning your head on the side of his bed.

Riddle squinted his eyes at you before rolling over to check his clock. He groaned when he saw that the clock read "1:40 am".

"Why the Seven are you up so late?"

"Well technically, it's morning so I'm up early."

"My point still stands, rosebud," Riddle sighed, propping his head up on his hand. "Why are we awake in the middle of the night?"

You smiled deviously and took his hands in yours.

"I have something to show you."

Riddle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your declaration. You rolled your eyes at his indifference and practically dragged him out of bed. He mumbled protests but went along, curious to see where this was going.

You tugged open his window and dragged a chair open to reach it.

"What are you doing?!" Riddle whisper-yelled. You smiled and hopped up onto the window sill, beckoning for him to come closer. He humphed and turned away with his arms crossed.

"Come on, darling! You don't even know what I'm gonna show you yet!"

"No but it's probably against the rules."

You smirked at Riddle's resignations and leaned down from the window to put your hand on his shoulder. When he turned to look at you, you cupped his face in your hands and smiled. He was suddenly grateful that it was so dark or you would have seen the splotchy blush on his face.

"I've already read the student handbook and all the Queen's rules back to back and there's nothing in there about sneaking out if you stay in your own dorm."

"You're not in your own dorm."

"That's different. I'm special," you sighed lovingly and kissed Riddle's nose. He relaxed into your hands before your voice snapped him to attention. "Now let's go."

You stood up in the window sill and grabbed hold of the roof above you. Riddle watch in horror and adoration as you pulled yourself up to the roof.

He was about to peek out the window to see you, when your head popped back down.

"Are you coming?"

"Not that I don't trust you, rosebud, but this seems a little dangerous." You just giggled and winked at him.

"I've done this loads of times," you assured with a determined look on your upside down face. "This reward is worth the risk. And don't worry! I'll help pull you up."

You disappeared back into the roof and Riddle gulped. He climbed up to the window sill, closing his eyes to avoid seeing the 3 story drop. When he turned around, you were sitting there above him, reaching your hand down to him like some kind of angel. He took your hand and pulled himself up onto the roof.

Once you got far enough to be stable, you giggled and plopped down on the shingles, laying down on your back. Riddle looked confused but had resigned to the fact that arguing wasn't going to get him anywhere. He laid down next to you and gasped.

Above you, the sky was so clear that you could see millions of brightly shining stars. Many of them twinkled in faint colors against the pitch black of the night. With Night Raven being so far from any cities, the purples and blues of the galaxy painted the sky like watercolors, dotted with tiny white speckles.

While Riddle stared in awe at the gorgeous scene, you were scanning the sky for the familiar constellations of your astrology books.

"Look, there's Orion!" you exclaimed as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake anyone in the Heartslabyul dorm. When Riddle looked at you with a puzzled furrow in his brow, you huffed and scooted close to him so your cheeks were almost touching. You pointed to the three stars that aligned to create Orion's Belt. "There it is! Isn't it beautiful?"

You looked at Riddle expectantly, the grin on your face dropping in surprise when you saw him smiling at you with an adoring twinkle on his eye. He sighed and pressed his forehead to yours, never breaking eye contact.

"Yes, it is," he whispered, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. "It's positively gorgeous."

You chuckled through your nose and brushed your lips against Riddle's. You heard his breath hitch and you giggled, quite entertained with teasing him. He looked at you with what was supposed to be a stern glare but turned out to be a blushing pout. You pressed a kiss to his lips, thoroughly shocked when he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep your from pulling away.

Eventually, he pulled away to lay back on the roof. He laid his head on your shoulder and sighed in contentment.

"Thank you, Y/N," he breathed, closing his eyes. You smiled and kissed his forehead, taking in the stars one more time before you drifted off to sleep.

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 4)

i hope yall enjoyed the last part, we took a sudden and quite dirty turn ther,e but we are heading down romantic street and its all sweet and cute with a little hotness. let me know what you thought about the part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.7k

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Harry Styles managed to leave quite the impression in you following his late night visit after the Emmys. He surely surprised you with not only the unbelievable orgasm he gave you with his talented fingers, but also with how big of a gentleman he really was, so keen on taking you out on a date first before he would kiss you. The timeline got a little messed up and he did apologize before he left at two in the morning for getting too carried away, but you assured him he didn’t do anything you didn’t want him to. To be honest, you wouldn’t have had a word against him kissing you right away, but you liked the respect he had for you, not something you’ve had plenty of lately. The men you dealt with in the past year were eager to get into your pants without the respect part, only hungry to earn fame through you, trying to blind you with sex so you wouldn’t realize their ugly motives.

This was not a threat when it came to Harry, he was just as famous as you, maybe even more. He had his own career, his own money, his own life apart from yours and he clearly wasn’t trying to use you and it was quite a refreshing change for you.

He stayed and the two of you talked so much, just sharing crazy stories from your life before and after fame, enjoying that you had someone who shared more or less the same background as you. Apart from Florence, you pretty much kept your old friends when your career took off, afraid to make new ones, always feeling a little paranoid that new people would have unholy motives when they try to befriend you.

Though you truly love your friends, they don’t really see behind the life you are living, while Harry completely does. His company is the best you’ve had in a long time, he is able to make you completely forget about everything outside the room you two are in.

You tried your best to hide your disappointment when he left that night. After offering him to stay in one of your guest bedrooms, he politely turned it down, and even though you could tell he wanted to stay, the urge to be a gentleman was greater in him, something you admire him for.

He left with the promise to see you soon on a real date and he got you as excited as a little school girl on the day of a fieldtrip.

However, given the lifestyles you two were living, finding a suitable evening for the both of you turns out to be a bigger struggle than you expected. Harry reaches out right the next day after his little visit. A good morning text waits for you by the time you open your eyes in the noon and by the evening he asks you out, however you have to realize the date has to wait a little.

You have two trip outside the city upcoming in the next two weeks and he is also planning to fly back to London for a while, the trips totally crashing in the timeline, not even having just the smallest window that would fit the both of you.

Accepting the fact that it would have to wait a little longer, you keep in close touch, eager to find the date that would finally be suitable for you and him as well. Endless texts, sweet calls and sneaky FaceTimes scatter through the days you spend apart and you find it hard to think of a time when he wasn’t hitting you up all the time.

On a Thursday evening, after a long day of fittings for upcoming events, you find yourself sitting on your couch with a sweet glass of wine, scrolling through your social media feeds when something catches your eyes.

Harry has been away in Los Angeles in the past few days and he mentioned having an interview the other day, but you didn’t think it would be out so soon, but here it was, a short video clip cut out by some random page that had a rather interesting title.

“Harry Styles talks about next album and mystery girl in his life.”

Your curiosity is way too strong not to click on it and have a look at it, so taking a sip from your wine you tap on the link and let the video load.

“It’s been some time since your last album came out, have you been working on new music lately?” the interviewer asked from behind the camera as Harry sat on a lilac sofa, wearing black high-waisted pants with a pink and white floral printed shirt tugged into it, his suspenders topping the look perfectly. His green eyes are fixed on the person asking him as he nods.

“Yeah, I think I never really stop making new music. I do have sessions when I’m trying to put a new album together, but I also write in the meantime as well, whenever I have an idea or inspiration. I don’t hold back,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“Have you found any inspiration lately?” the question is heard and Harry nods once again.

“I have, actually,” he answers shortly, but his smirk gives it away that there’s a lot more behind his words and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Is he talking about you?

“Has it been a person?” the reporter inquires, making Harry’s smile grow wider.

“A lot of things and people inspire me.”

“Alright, and is your latest inspiration something or someone new in your life?” the guy tries again, even though it’s well known that Harry likes to give vague answers instead of straight yeses and nos.

“Kind of new,” he simply answers and the reporter realizes he won’t be sharing more about the topic so he moves on with the next question and the video cuts out right there.

Though it wasn’t mentioned that he was talking about someone in particular, his fans drew the assumption that he is definitely seeing someone who has been his inspiration behind his new music. Feeling bold and a little flirty, you open up your messages and send him a quick text.

“A kind of new inspiration, huh?”

His reply comes almost right away, as always.

“Have you been stalking fanpages about me?”

“Would it be weird?”

“From you? It’s flattering. Little scary, but in a good way.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading his words. He never fails to make you laugh, you find his humor your favorite kind, never hurtful, but a little spicy, if you could say that, a lot of irony laced into it.

“Back to the topic: what’s your inspiration? Or should I ask… who is your inspiration?”

“Not gonna beat around the bush and just admit it…”

You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing comes afterwards and you are dying to have him admit that it’s been you, but not even the three dots appear at the bottom, so you take the lead again.

“Well, do it. Admit it, Styles!”

The fucker likes your message right away, meaning he has been in the thread all along, waiting for you to write something.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone, because she is kinda famous and I don’t want the media to find out about it.”

“You have my silence.”

You watch the three dots dance at the bottom, holding your breath while you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to contain your wide grin that’s been plastered across your face this whole time.

When the text finally arrives you snort loudly, almost spilling your wine, laughing so hard you are happy you don’t like in a tiny apartment anymore with paper walls, because your neighbor would have definitely heard your laughter all the way down the hallway.

“It’s Betty White. Fuck, she is all I can think about.”

You need a minute to stop the laughter and type your reply.

“She is hot, gotta give you that.”

“Right?? I hope she is not afraid to date younger guys though.”

“I’m sure she would make an exception for you.”

“I hope so too.”

There’s a short pause, where you just read back his lines, chuckling to yourself some more. He always has a witty comment or comeback, no matter what you’re talking about and not once has he made you laugh madly on a set, at a meeting or just lying in bed before going to sleep.

“Joke aside, would it scare you away if I said I have definitely written about you?”

“Is this another theoretical question? Like the one you asked me on Ellen?”

You smile to yourself thinking back at the conversation the two of you had on the show when he was trying to figure out if you’d be up to give him your number.

“Maybe. So theoretically, would that be weird to you?”

“No,” you write, but quickly send another text. “But you know, it’s just theory. You’d have to tell me for real to find out.”

“Should have saw that coming…”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you muse to yourself, finishing up your glass and you carefully put it to your coffee table before sliding further down on the couch to get back to the conversation with Harry. You see that he hasn’t sent anything after his last one, so you decide to actually answer his question.

“Joke aside from my part, I wouldn’t find it weird. I think it’s flattering.”

“Okay, because I was ready to burn all my notes if you said it would be too much.”

“What if you’d be burning a Grammy worthy song though?”

“Would be a shame. But I would still burn it for you.”

“You are such a flirt…”

“Can’t help it! Or should I not be?”

“I like it. So don’t change.”

“Noted.”

Your little conversation has to come to an end since he is about to go into a meeting, but when you say your goodbyes and decide it’s time to head to bed, you already know a text will be waiting for you when you wake up in the morning.

Days and even weeks go by and you start to have a little too much on your plate. No matter how much you love your job and that it has always been your dream, sometimes you just need a breather. In the past week you’ve been in and out of auditions for a movie they keep top secret, you didn’t even get a script, just a few pages you had to memorize and they’ve been asking for more and more tapes from you with kind of absurd requests, but your agent told you it’s something major, that’s why they are so secretive. However, when they ask you to come in for another reading for the fifth time in seven days and you still don’t know what you are really auditioning for, you are kind of starting to have enough with all your other projects running at the same time. Your days start at six in the morning and rarely end before eleven in the night.

An entire month after the night Harry came over to your place, you kind of lose patience. The frustration that’s been building up inside you just simply bursts when your agent texts you on your way home that you’d have to go in for another casting in the morning for the same mystery movie.

“Have they not seen my face enough?” you snap, hands meeting the wheel as you keep your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry, Hun. I know it’s annoying, but they requested you, that means you are still an option for them.” Mona’s voice comes through the speakers of the car since your phone is connected to it.

“Do they need me to read the whole fucking Bible in front of a camera or what?” you growl.

“I have a good feeling about this last one, alright? And if they still can’t decide after that, we can always just say that we want out.”

“Then I would be labelled as the problematic little princess,” you sigh, knowing well how this industry works. Just one mistake and you can easily end up in a theoretical ditch.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’ll send you the details in email and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Bye, girl.”

Mona is an angel. She’s been your agent for about five years now, she is the one who gets you into castings, well, at least that’s what she was doing before you managed to reach your breakthrough. She got your name on lists you couldn’t even dare to dream of and she is the reason why you are here today. Now she mostly handles requests for you to go in for castings, creators started to reach out to you a while ago, though Mona still works her magic sometimes to get you into castings that are still out of your league.

By the time you get home, you are desperate to do something. Anything. You’ve been nonstop working these past weeks and you just need to get out of this loop that sucked you in. Before you could even think through what you’re doing, you dial Harry’s number.

He is back in the city, that you know of because he texted even before he got home. You both ditched the idea of having your date today, because you just knew it would be a long day for you, and it’s the truth, it’s past ten, so not quite ideal for a date, but you ran out of fucks to give.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he asks, noticing that you called, which is not what you usually do, or at least not without checking in if he is free to talk.

“Yeah, sorry I called so randomly. Are you busy?” you ask, feeling a little out of breath, even though you definitely didn’t do anything physically hard. You just can’t help but feel anxious since you are about to ask him out on a spontaneous date.

“No, just… packing and all that. What’s up?”

“So you don’t have anything to do right now?” you clear up.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Alright, so then… what do you say we have that date now?”

Even with him always being so blunt and open about how interested he is in you, it still makes you perfect to ask him out. The silence that comes from his side doesn’t necessarily help either and you are already preparing yourself to get rejected.

“You know it’s ten pm, right?” he then asks, a little unsure if you really thought it through.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Don’t you have work in the morning? I know you always start your days so early, I don’t want to be the reason why yo—“

“Harry,” you stop him midsentence. “I do not give a fuck about what I’m doing in the morning,” you bluntly tell him and you can tell he is smiling on the other end of the call. “So the question is still the same. Do you want to have that date now?”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just simply say the following: “I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

“Make it twenty,” you tell him and end the call before he could protest.

Ignoring the adrenaline rush you that just washed over your body you quickly make your way to the bathroom to take the quickest cold shower before putting on some clean clothes. You really don’t want to overdo it, knowing well since it’s so abrupt he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere that would require you look spotless. You choose not to put on any makeup, not just because you don’t have the time, but also because you feel a weird urge to just be bare, be yourself around him. The same goes for your outfit. You put aside all designer clothes and opt for a simple pair of jeans, a black tank top and a bright yellow knitted jumper over it, looking awfully casual, but feeling rather comfortable.

It takes Harry 22 minutes to get to your place, but you choose not to comment on those two extra minutes when you get into his car. Luckily, he isn’t dressed to impress either, wearing a simple pair of jeans with some kind of washed out, vintage printed tee shirt with his Bode Jacket he has worn in his famous SNL episode. His hair looks a little mess and even wet, making you wonder if your call caught him in the middle of a shower or he showered after you agreed to meet up.

“Long time no see,” he smiles at you, his boyish smirk making your heart flutter so easily as he eyes you while you buckle yourself up.

“You had plenty of paparazzi photos to look at in the meantime, Mr. Styles,” you smirk at him teasingly as he starts the car and leaves from in front of your complex.

“My favorite was the ones of you where you were walking out of a restaurant wearing that silk dress and the coat.”

“So you did see pap pictures?” you ask chuckling, you didn’t mean it entirely, but you find it funny that he actually saw pictures of you.

“You know, it’s been hard to avoid you online, especially because I keep liking all your posts so my phone thinks I’m interested in you. Which is true, and I’m not complaining about the content I’ve been seeing about you lately,” he admits chuckling and your eyes wander down to his ring clad fingers on the wheel. Your thoughts take you back to when they were touching you at places you haven’t been touched in a while. How they felt inside you and how desperate he could make you with just his hands.

You force yourself to look away from his hands and focus on the present time before your arousal becomes way too evident.

“Sorry I’m everywhere,” you smirk at him, enjoying the situation maybe a little too much.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, glancing in your way for a moment, his green eyes meeting your gaze. “I don’t mind it,” he adds and those damn butterflies as quick to act up again in your stomach.

You don’t try to get him to tell where you are headed, wanting it to be a surprise yourself, so you just stare out at the night city as it runs past you, still quite a lot of people walking on the streets even though it’s now nearing eleven.

What you know is that you’re still in Manhattan and it seems like you won’t leave it either. Harry navigates his way through the city easily, he is not even using GPS, something you could never do. No matter how long you’ve been living here, you’ll always get lost in this jungle some call New York City. About fifteen minutes after leaving your complex, Harry parks the car down in a spot he found along the road, and looking out the window you’re trying to figure out where you are, but it doesn’t ring a bell. Seems just like a usual part of the Upper West Side, so now he has you curious about his plans.

“Where did you bring me, Mr. Styles?” you ask him as the two of you meet on the sidewalk and he glances at your with a sly smirk.

“Since you gave me such a short notice about our date, I thought I would show you one of my favorite places in the city and I hope you haven’t it.” “Well, I can assure you I don’t know it, because I have no idea what could be here,” you admit.

Harry nods at you to follow him and you walk side by side until the next corner.

“I think you already know that I’m English,” he starts off, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s pretty evident,” you nod.

“So, in the past decade I haven’t spent as much time in the UK as I wanted, and a few years ago I discovered a little piece of my home in the city.”

Trying to figure out what he meant by that you don’t even realize where you just took a turn to. Harry stops and you snap out of your thoughts, looking up and seeing a charming little street ahead you, looking totally out of place in the city’s fashion. The townhouses all the way down look like they’ve been placed here straight from England, the Tudor style complex is a refreshing change in the fast paced, busy streets of Manhattan.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you, taking in every tiny detail with your eager eyes as the feeling of being in a fairytale takes over your mind. If only it weren’t for the busy noises of the streets around the micro-neighborhood, you would completely believe that you’ve been magically teleported to England.

“It’s called the Pomander Walk. Always makes me feel like I’m home away from home whenever I miss my family and my hometown.”

Harry starts walking down the narrow pavement that runs between the houses, lined with quite some greenery, something you noticed right away. There are just so many plants and flowers down the street, it’s pretty clear the residents keep them in good care.

You catch up with Harry, eyes still taking in the pleasant contrast Pomander Walk has to offer for any visitors.

“I feel like we are invaders,” you tell him. It looks so secluded, makes you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally public. The people who live here are pretty nice too. Love it when someone comes around.”

“How did you find this place?”

“A friend told me about it and just came to see it for myself one day,” he tells you as the two of you slowly make your way down the street, slow enough so you could see everything. “There are 61 units and they were built in 1921 by Thomas J. Healy. He originally wanted to build a hotel here, but didn’t have the money to just yet, so he built these instead to make some cash for the hotel. He never got to do that though, died a few years later, so Pomander Walk stayed.” You listen to him, soaking in every word that leaves his lips, finding his oddly specific knowledge about this place quite exciting and… kinda hot. You could listen to him talk about historical facts for days without getting bored.

“The whole complex was renovated in 2009, they restored a bunch of architectural details that lost through the years.”

“Looks fantastic. I wonder what they look like on the inside,” you muse, your eyes wandering over the colorfully painted old school window blinds on most of the townhouses.

Walking down the pavement you realize there’s not a single soul around here, something you don’t get to experience too often in the city.

“It’s not too well-known, right? I don’t see any tourists and all that.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes ahead of him as he hides his hands in his pockets.

“No, ‘s quite hidden, not often listed in sights to be seen in the city. That’s why I like to come here so much.”

“Easy to stay unnoticed,” you add with a smile as your eyes meet his gaze and he nods, returning the smile.

You walk back and forth on the street at least five times, just talking and sharing and laughing, finally falling out of the misery of your everydays. He still amazes you with how good of a company he is, with his broad view of life and many experiences, you can truly connect with him on a level you haven’t been able to reach with anyone in a long time.

It’s way over midnight when you head back to his car, holding hands that happened at a point earlier, but you can’t tell who reached for who. It was kind of mutual, but now you didn’t want to let go of him… ever. You let your fingers play with his S ring on his pinky while he keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand whenever he has the chance. It’s a little disappointing when you have to let go of each other when you climb back into his car and head back home.

“I know this date wasn’t much, but I hope you liked it,” he smiles at you shyly before his eyes snap back at the road ahead of him.

“Shut up, this was literally the best date I’ve had,” you tell him making him chuckle. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Now it’s your secret place too. Maybe we’ll run into each other here one day.”

“I’ll definitely come back,” you admit smirking.

The city lights pass by you faster than you want them to, and you arrive to your complex way too early. Well, not according to the time, because it’s way past half past midnight now, but you just don’t want the night to end. However, you know Harry would not come up if you asked. He is way too big of a gentleman and he wouldn’t want to make you miss your appointment in the morning, but you are definitely collecting that kiss he promised a month or so ago.

“Walk me up, will you?” you ask him softly when he parks down in front of your building. He nods and follows you inside without a second thought.

You both know it’s about to happen, the air thickens between you two in the elevator and neither of you can hold back the small smiles on your lips. Harry walks next to you until you reach your front door and you turn to face him, his green eyes already examining your every move.

“I’m happy we finally got to do this,” you tell him, feeling a blush warming your cheeks from the way he looks at you now.

“I’m glad you called. Was starting to think we would never meet again,” he chuckles making you laugh as well. It really did feel like the universe was plotting against you, but you bet it didn’t expect your sudden move tonight.

There’s a longer pause where neither of you knows what to say or do next and your patience is running low, especially when you see him run his tongue over his pink lips. You just can’t wait any longer to taste them.

“Harry,” you breathe out, the frustration and desire at an all-time high now in your system. Never in your life did it take this long for you to get to a kiss with a guy you were clearly interested in and who returned the feeling as well.

“Yeah?”

“Swear to my lost Emmy Award if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll—“

You don’t get to finish, you don’t even know what you’d have said, but it’s all forgotten when Harry kisses you hard, hands cupping your jaw on both sides, angling your head to grant him the best access to your lips. You return the kiss without a second thought, hungrily tugging and pulling on his lips, your tongues meeting in the middle and fuck! He really knows how to make your toes curl with just a kiss. You grab a fistful of his t-shirt at his stomach, pulling him close and the cold touch of his rings on your skin makes you shudder. Everything about him makes your legs turn into jelly and you are willingly offering yourself to him without a doubt.

He pushes you against your front door, one of his hands wanders down to your waist and he gives it a gentle squeeze that makes you open your mouth more for him. You are a mess and so is he. You have no idea how long you make out, but when you eventually pull back, your chest is heaving and your lips feel swollen. Harry pecks your lips two more times before forcing himself to let go of you.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs in a low voice as he starts to back towards the elevator.

“Good night, Harry,” you say a little out of breath. He smirks at you one last time before walking into the elevator and the doors close, officially ending your first date.

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[anyoneseenadam]

That fenrys fic was divine 😭🔥 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 💔🤧

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst

a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3

(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))

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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.

 She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.

 “Finished running, are you?” he mused quietly,

 “I knew you wouldn’t let me get too far,” she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.

 “That’s because you hold my leash,” he allowed himself to concede, “always have, always will my darling.”

 She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.

 “There is no me without you.” She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.

 “What?” he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.

 But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.

 He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.

 His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.

 He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.

 He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn’t see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.

 He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.

 He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.

 “Fenrys, what happened?” you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. “Fenrys please, you’re scaring me.”

 He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.

“I though you were- I thought someone had,” he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.

 “Slow down love, tell me what happened,” your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.

 “I had a dream, then I woke up and you weren’t hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.

 “Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, “But you know I’m not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.”  You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.

 He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. “Don’t joke about that,” he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn’t resist the smile forming.

 You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I’m pretty sure I’d annoy them into letting me go, I’d just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.”

 “Or you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.” Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.

 “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.

 When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.

 “Please never leave me,” he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.

“Never.” You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. “I am never going to leave you, I’m always going to be by your side.”

“I love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can’t do this without you.” He whispered into your skin. “Sometimes I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I’ll have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I’ll remember this softness, I’ll remember you and maybe one day I’d find you and you wouldn’t recognise me, and for the rest of my life I’d think of you, of the woman I never got to love.”

“This is real.” You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, “I’m real, you’re real. We’re real Fenrys.”

He didn’t reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.

The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.

As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.

He needn’t fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.

[mimikyugirl]

The Snow Can Wait

just a cute little scene with reader and Paulie 🎄

GN!Reader x Paul McCartney

You woke up in the middle of the night, the dimness of the room was broken only by the light of cars slowly passing by the street. Only a few seconds after your eyes adjusted to the dark, you noticed that the other half of the bed was occupied only by Paul's abandoned blanket.

The white blanket slid easily over your body as you got up to see that the clock indicate just past three in the morning.

You walked to the door, silently thanking the soft rug that shielded your feet from the cold floor, thinking you'd probably find Paul sitting in the living room chair with the bass in hand (or, even more often, he'd be sleeping with the bass about to fall out on the floor).

A flight of stairs later, you saw the figure of Paul standing against the living room window, and you didn't have to look twice to understand the real reason he was there.

The room had a bluish hue, the white walls perfectly reflecting the light coming in through the window. Paul was wrapped in his favorite green robe, his still-perfect hair didn't even seem to belong to someone who hadn't even started the day.

The pine tree, decorated with appreciation by Paulie and you a few days earlier, filled your nostrils with its signature scent even before it was visible in the dark.

"So... she shows up and that's enough for you to leave me alone in bed, huh?" You announced your presence, feeling the cold air from the larger room finally hit you.

Paul didn't even seem startled, almost as if he knew you'd find him there. You walked towards him slowly and heard the low sound of his laughter before he extended his arms, an invitation to join him at the window.

"Didn't want to wake you up, luve" Paul whispered. The world always seems so silent at three in the morning that it felt wrong to speak too loudly "You were sleeping like a baby squirrel when I got up, it would be a crime."

He draped one of his arms gently over your shoulder, placing a long kiss on the side of your cheek. Paul was smiling serenely, reluctant to share his attention at that moment with anything other than the window and you.

"Baby squirrel, you say" You wondered, putting your arm around his waist and snuggling into Paul's warm embrace "I think it's just a selfish excuse to not share the snow with me."

White flakes filled every stretch of the view. The streets gleamed as if dotted with tiny diamonds and the trees that had been bare at dusk, now carried a thick, fuzzy layer of ice that resembled ice cream balls more than anything else.

The Christmas decorations of the neighboring houses tried their best to fight a battle against the white that threatened to sink all colors, but it wasn't looking at all favorable.

Paul's eyes traveled lazily across the length of the window, getting distracted only to place one more kiss against your hair.

"I woke up and it was all white already. I came running like it was Christmas morning" He said, gently patting your shoulder.

On your first winter with Paul, all those years ago, you discovered that one of the things he loves most is the silent nights where everything turns to snow and the world seems to exist with unshakable peace.

"I should have guessed" You whispered, following Paul's eyes to a nearby branch that gave way under the weight of the snow "It's the only way to get you out of bed when it's cold."

"The snow can't wait, my dear" He chuckled, warming the room a little more for a few seconds.

You love a lot of things about Paul, that's for sure. The way he makes sure not to wear matching socks, the way he likes to carry your shampoo on trips (just to remember the smell of your hair), his voice when he just woke up or the way he always manages to have a few more minutes in bed with you every morning. It is his laugh, tho, that can make all the butterflies in your stomach flutter like you were a field of flowers on a sunny day.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his eyes still traveling the view like he was getting the first glimpse through the window.

"Yeah, it's beautiful" You said, staring at the smile that danced on the lips of the man you loved "The snow is pretty cute, too."

Paul laughed louder this time, putting himself in front of you. He gently stroked your face and moved closer, his beautiful eyes flashing in your direction and his hands pinned to your waist, looking deep into your eyes.

"Merry Christmas, my dear" He whispered at last, before sealing his lips to yours for a long moment, so hot you didn't even care for the cold fingers that threatened to run across the skin beneath your sweater.

"Christmas is... is still two weeks away, Paulie love" You replied confused, unable to ignore the desire that formed on your lips from his kiss.

"Well, it looks like I already have my present anyway, doesn't it?" He whispered, pulling your face against his and finally deciding that the snow could wait.

It was time to go back to bed.

[ronnie-azumane]

Petty

Oikawa x Pregnant Reader

Heyo! Since there are almost no pregnant reader haikyuu fics to feed my baby fever, I’m here writing this self indulgent piece. For my first one, I decided to write Oikawa x Reader, because I feel like he fits the story best (which by the way, is inspired by the events that went down when my sister was born). So yeah, I hope y’all enjoy! If you want more, my asks are open! I’m always open to feeding into both my and other’s baby fever.

Pairing: Toru Oikawa x pregnant reader

Warnings: Pregnancy; birth; Cursing; Oikawa being a petty bitch, you know, the usual.

Petty is defined as, “Of little or no importance or consequence,” according to the dictionary. And according to you and all your friends, there is only one person in the world that lives up to that definition.

Your husband, Toru Oikawa.

Ever since you started dating the pretty setter, the littlest things would transform him into the petty setter. And of all times, It had to be today.

Earlier this week

The two of you were cuddling on the couch, watching some Netflix original you both stopped paying attention to a while ago. Toru held his hands over your swollen belly, rubbing occasional circles with his thumb. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sighing at the comforting warmth. 

“Hey, Toru, can I talk to you for a second?” You raise your head up and ask.

Oikawa hums in reply.

“So the baby’s coming soon, right?” You ask him as he nods along. “Do you think you could try to look presentable for the birth?”

Oikawa narrows his eyes and stares into your eyes, “What do you mean?” he half-asks.

“Like, for example, if I go into labor while you’re at practice, could you like, I dunno, shower? Put something on other than workout clothes?” you say. Oikawa’s glare stays glued on your face.

After a minute of the stare-down, you finally break the silence, “Look, Toru. Last appointment when you showed up all sweaty and gross, It was kinda embarrassing.”

In response, Oikawa scoots from underneath you and sits up on the couch, effectively ending the cuddle session. You wine at the lack of contact.

“You know what, I guess I can do that much,” Oikawa groans. Happily, you stand up, peck his forehead, whisper a quick ‘thank-you,’ and head to the kitchen to scoop you some ice-cream.

Oh how naïve you were to think that it would end there.

Present  

Sleep had been hard to come by tonight. You tossed and turned on your half of the bed as your husband slept soundly next to you (or as soundly he could with you moving so much next to him).

Sighing, you get up to make your way to the bathroom. Maybe a glass of water would help. Ok, it probably won’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

After sipping down the water, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. So many friends and family reassured you that you were beautiful, but frankly, you didn’t see it. Maybe it was because they only saw the good parts of you, not the eyebags you covered up with makeup, not the endless layers of stretchmarks that littered your body. Sure, you husband still assures you that you’re beautiful, but that didn’t prevent the insecurities from rising to the surface.

“You know, little one, you’re a lot of trouble sometimes,” you sigh, rubbing your yummy up and down. The baby, in response, gives you a little kick...

…a kick straight to the bladder.

You rush to the toilet to finish your business, sighing in relief as you didn’t make too much of a mess for once. After a moment, a sudden dull pain hit your lower back. This isn’t the first time this happened, you’ve been getting this pain off and on for the past few days. It was just then when it hit.

Those were contractions. You were going into labor.

Quickly, you rush back to the bedroom to wake up Oikawa. Before shaking him awake, you glance at the analog clock sitting on the nightstand. 3:39 am. 

“Toru. Toru, wake up. Now,” You whisper harshly as you shake his lip, sleeping body. He groaned in response and turned away, sliding his head under his pillow.

“Toru. I said now. Get up,” you whisper again, shaking him even harder.

“Five more min-” Toru was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the floor.

“Toru, my water just broke, the baby is coming. Get out of bed, now.” 

Connecting the dots, Oikawa sprang up from bed.

“Ok, get the bag, I’ll be a couple minutes.” Oikawa said as he made his way to the bathroom.

You grab the bag and set it by the door. not knowing what to do until Oikawa got there you paced around the kitchen. As you walked by the counter, another contraction hit, stronger than those previous. You gripped the counter, trying to ground yourself as your body powered through the pain.

After the contraction ended you looked around to see your husband nowhere in sight. You started to wonder what was taking him so long, so you rushed back to the bedroom.

You arrive to the bedroom to find him in the midst of a shower. The steam and the strong sent of Oikawa’s tea tree shampoo filled your nostrils. Most of the time, this would be a calming sensation, but today was not the day.

“Toru, please hurry up,” You whine, sitting back down on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute, babe,” Oikawa sings back. For someone who is about to become a father, he seemed awfully calm, you thought.

After much longer than a minute, Oikawa came out of the shower, donning his gray bathrobe and rubbing a towel through his hair. You sigh in relief, but the sigh is cut short as another contraction rocks through your body.

However, to your surprise, Oikawa doesn’t make his way to the closet, but to the sink. He pulls out a razor and shaving cream from the cabinet.

Oh fuck no.

“Toru, what the fuck are you doing?” You ask, your voice strained from the contraction you were pushing through at the moment.

“Shaving.”

“Toru, you and both know you don’t grow facial hair.”

“I have a bit of a stubble coming through, wouldn’t want to look bad for the little one coming,” Toru replied.

It all hit at once.

“Toru, is this about the conversation we had on the couch last week?” You ask.

“What are you talking about? I just want to look my absolute best for Oikawa Jr.” it was, damn that petty bastard.

“Damnit Toru, just hurry up.”

Two contractions later, Toru finished shaving his bare face. He waltzed his way to the closet, causing you to sigh in relief, until he came out holding two different pairs of pants.

“(Y/N), what pants should I wear?” He asks. In his left hand he holds a pair of slacks, in his right, a pair of jeans.

 “Toru, I don’t give a shit as to what you wear, just hurry up so I can birth your spawn”

“Oh really? In that case, I’ll go put on my workout clothes!” Toru chirps as he skips to the closet. You groan in reply.

“Just wear the fucking jeans.” You cry out as yet another contraction rips through your body.

“Anything you say~” He replies, changing into the pair of jeans.

You sit on the bed, waiting as your husband takes his sweet time slipping his jeans on, one pant leg at a time. At this point, the contractions have gotten both longer and more frequent. Everything was progressing smoothly, given the circumstances.

“Toru Oikawa, Hurry the fuck up,” you seethed, watching your dear husband as he walked out of the closet with four different shirts.

“Which shirt should I wear? I was thinking this one, but I’m not too sure,” Oikawa held up a white polo.

“Fuck you,” you cried as another contraction hit.

“I don’t have a shirt that says ‘fuck you,’ do you think the store would have one?”

“Toru, if you don’t hurry the fuck up, I will deliver this baby right here.”

“Fine, I’ll go with the polo. Although you could have just said so,” Oikawa whined. He threw the polo onto the bed and waltzed to the closet to put away the other three. Once he finished putting away the shirts, he put on the polo, grabbed a pair of shoes, and the hospital bag. You thought he was toying with you until you heard the jingle of the car keys in his hand.

XxX

”Hello Mrs. Oikawa, lets take a peak to see how far along you are!” The nurse smiled. Already dressed in a hospital gown, you put your legs in the stirrups to allow the nurse to take a look at your progression. 

Honestly, you just wanted this examination to be over, so you could order an epidural. At this point, the contractions were frequent and painful.

“How does it look?” Your dear husband asked, only for the color to rush out of his face when he looked at the nurse.

“What’s going on?” you question, but the nurse’s face of shock doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest.

“Well,” the nurse stutters, standing up and taking off her gloves, “everything is fine, you’re just fully dilated, I’m honestly surprised you haven’t started pushing yet.”

“W-what?” you stutter in disbelief.

“It’s baby time!” the nurse smiles as she pages the doctor to come over.

“No epidural?” you ask, afraid of the answer.

“No time!” the nurse exclaims as she readies the equipment needed to deliver and care for the freshly born baby.

Oikawa started to shiver from the death glare you were giving him. The room almost seemed to drop a couple degrees from the ice in your eyes as you stared at him.

“Thank-you for taking your time this morning. I know the baby is going to appreciate your look, Toru,” your eye twitched.

“Look, y/n, I’m so sorr-”

“Save it” you interrupt. The two of you stay there in silence until the doctor comes in.

“Alright Mrs. Oikawa, ready to push?” The doctor asked.

To Oikawa’s surprise, you clutched his hand and readied yourself for the first push.

“Let’s get this over with.”

XxX

You cooed at the little girl in your arms. Her tiny flailing limbs rested against your bare chest, with the flimsy hospital blanket covering the two of you. Oikawa stood at your bedside, doting at his two favorite princesses. He would avidly deny it, but he did shed a couple of tears whilst looking at the small baby girl.

“She’s perfect,” you whispered as you rubbed the sleeping baby’s back softly with your thumb.

“Just like her momma,” Oikawa cooed, ending his sentence with a kiss to your forehead.                 

“Wanna hold her? You haven’t done skin-to-skin yet,” you asked, for him to answer a littler too quick. After all, who could blame him; he was about to hold his baby girl for the first time.

Quickly, he shed his shirt and folded it neatly on the arm of the chair next to the hospital bed. As he prepared himself physically and mentally to hold the baby, you started to sit yourself up, reaching for the robe you had brought.

Gently, Oikawa reached out to pick up the small baby girl. She was just so tiny, about the size (if not smaller) than the volleyballs he’s used to serving across the net. Little hands with little fingers, all with little fingernails and fingerprints. He laid her on his chest, to which she snoozed away.

“y/n, she’s just so perfect,” Oikawa cried. He held one of her tiny hands between his thumb and pointer finger to examine, to which she instinctively squeezed his thumb. At that moment was when his heart melted.

“Well, I’m glad you like her,” you yawned, lying back down to catch up on some sleep. 

Oikawa’s hands have migrated from the baby’s hand to the back of her head, rubbing his thumb over her forehead. Everything was perfect. Everything was peaceful.

“Toru?” you called out for groggily.

“Yes?”

“I’m still mad at you,” you said as you drifted off to sleep. Oikawa sighed. Any punishment was worth being able to hold his little princess in his arms.

[gummygowon]

how ateez surprises you on your birthday!

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: hi!! I don’t know if you still want fluff requests, but if you are, do you think you could write how ateez would surprise you on your birthday? My birthday is soon 💕 hehe

a/n: i am like this close to turning all these reactions into oneshots or drabbles lsjdflsdf but anyways i’m so sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy!! :)

seonghwa:

i think seonghwa is your classy, romantic, gentlemen boyfriend

which means that he would definitely surprise you after work/school by picking you up and then take you back home for some surprises (not like that weridos)

the first surprise being that your apartment was finally cleaned 

countertops sparkling, dishes finally back in cupboards, and not even a speck of dust on your mirrors

“hwa, did you do this?”

you were a working student and lately, your homework load was piling lately which meant less free time >:(

he nodded at you, a bashful smile on his face, “i know you been super busy lately with school and everything so, i wanted to take some weight off your shoulders.”

your heart ached at the sight of him, making you run over to him and place a kiss on cheek, “i love you so much. thank you.”

“wait, there’s more.” seonghwa said as he pulled away, kissing you cheek once more before dragging you to your bedroom.

“there’s more?” you asked, slightly panicking since you were not prepared for anything else after your boyfriend deep cleaned your apartment

“yes there is. now close your eyes.” seonghwa impatiently answered as he placed his hands over your eyes. he was definitely too excited to show you other gifts

once seonghwa had carefully led you to the front of your bed, he removed his hands from your eyes, “surprise!”

you opened your eyes to a somewhat large gift bag and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend 

after taking out the bright tissue paper in the bag, you pulled out a pretty satin dress in your favorite color that looked too expensive and long box that contained an envelope charm god necklace that had a tiny matching gold plate that said “i love you” on the front and on the back, “p.sh”

seonghwa was super pleased with your reactions as he watched the biggest smile on your face form, “do you like it?” 

“yes!” you answer before rushing into this arms, “but i don’t know when i’m gonna wear it.” your smile fading just a tad

but do not worry, mr. park got that covered

“well, you could wear it to our dinner reservations at the monarch.” 

“no way!” you shout. “you got reservations there?”

the monarch was one of those fancy restaurants with really good food that can you leave day dreaming about it for days and you’ve been dying to try that place out after wooyoung mentioned that place a few months ago

however, it was pretty much booked for the next month so reservations were hard to come across

but seonghwa did some extensive researching and (eavesdropping) to find the perfect place to take you out and reserved literally a month and a half before 

“yes, i did. now go get ready princess before we’re late.” seonghwa kissed your forehead before letting you go.

after an hour of you being in the bathroom, you came out looking like an actual model

like godamn

seonghwa thought you were hot without makeup but now-

holy fuck was he speechless

“do i look okay?” you asked nervously, fidgeting with the hem of the dress

“you look more than okay, love. you look absolutely stunning baby.”

“thank you.” you responded back, trying to fight the blush on your cheeks

then seonghwa would escort you down to his car, making sure that nothing got onto your dress

so he would open all the doors you guys passed by and hold them out for you (he does this all the time but this time felt more magical because of your outfit)

you guys eat dinner feeling super grateful for everything hwa was done for you so far plus the food was worth the wait for sure

but by far, your favorite part of your birthday date was when seonghwa took you guys on a walk in a nearby park

pretty lights decorated the trees, lighting up paths for visitors

this added to the whole magical princess vibe which had you skipping

no like, you were literally skipping with happiness as you ventured through the park, smiles painting both of your faces :)

hongjooong:

you met hongjoong while working at the 7/11 below the company when he was a trainee

he was absolutely starstruck when he saw you for the first time behind the counter

a stuttering mess as he payed for his snacks while you had flushed cheeks when his hand grazed yours when you gave his change back 

after that hongjoong always made an excuse to come down to see you and start talking to you 

then on one late night, he offered to walk you home since he was concerned for your well-being (he always was actually)

you, of course agreed because you wanted another excuse to talk to him more 

the walk home was quite enjoyable

no awkward silences or anything 

but of course, you forgot your jacket on a chilly, fall night

you were practically shivering as soon as you walked out of the connivence store and it didn’t take hongjoong more than a minute to see you freezing your ass off

“are you cold?”

“no...” you answered stubbornly as you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself

“bullshit.” honjoong laughed as he shrugged his hoodie off and handed it to you. “here.”

you were caught so off guard by his actions that you literally stopped walking, “are you sure?”

“yeah, i’m sure. i don’t want you to get sick”

you took the warm hoodie from him and slipped it on, the sleeves going past your fingertips, “thank you but, won’t you get sick?”

“eh, it’s fine. i like the cold.”

“ok weirdo.”

“give me back my jacket.”

“no!” you yelled at him as you started sprinting towards your house

ever since that night, hongjoong would walk you home after your shift and of course, you would always forgot to bring a jacket 

which meant that you would have to reluctantly take his jacket

now fast forward to two years later, you guys started dating!

and this year for your birthday was pretty casual, nothing fancy since you had school and work

which meant that hongjoong would swing by the store when your shift was over and he did

however this walk was different since you guys took a little detour to the park nearby your house so you guys could look at the pretty stars. 

then of course, you forgot your jacket again 

“you cold?”

“yes.” you sigh in defeat which causes your boyfriend to laugh

“good because then you’ll love my gift then”

and then hongjoong pulls out a gift bag from his backpack which you open a little too quickly

hongjoong gives you a reformed sweatshirt!!!

“do you remember the first night i walked you home?”

you nod your head eagerly as you slip it on, the bright strips of color on the sleeves popping out

“i love it!” you exclaim as you wrap your arms around hongjoong tightly

“you do?” he asks unsure, that you wouldn’t like at all.”

“yes, why wouldn’t i?” you look up at him causing honjoong’s brain to stop working 

“i love you.” he spit out, his cheeks flushed and a crooked smile on his face

you giggled at his actions before leaning into kiss him, “i love you too.”

yunho:

ok so being the busy queen/king you are, you hadn’t had the chance to see your boyfriend yet plus you were staying at your parents for the weekend to celebrate your birthday which made it even harder 

but nonetheless, you were ecstatic to be home and surrounded by all our family members and a few childhood friends who stayed in your hometown for college or were back for the weekend

it was great since you were able to celebrate your birthday being surrounded by the people you love 

but you really missed your boyfriend even though he called you in the morning to wish you a happy birthday and apologize for not being able to make it

it was almost midnight by the time everyone in your house was settled for the night or even sleeping and so you were until you heard a knock coming from your window

you nearly broke your neck because you snapped your sound head so fast to your window

your mind immediately went to “there’s a serial killer outside” mode so you grabbed your hairbrush as a weapon as if that would do any damage

when you pushed back your blinds, you had to keep yourself from screaming because there sat your boyfriend from highschool on the huge ass tree right near your window

“yunho?!@!#@”

“hi.” yunho responded a small smile on his face

it was like a mix of smirk and an embarrassed smile

anyways, yunho somehow convinces you to come outside so you guys can watch the stars

which is exactly what you do

you grab your hoodie (which is actually yunho’s) and an extra blanket as you carefully make your way down the tree

at first, you were scared that your parents were going to scold you for leaving and you were like fuck but you then you remembered you’re an adult so they couldn’t get that mad at you

this reminded you of the few times you would sneak out of the house for yunho which is the only reason why you would ever think about sneaking out 

yunho walks you to the nearby park in your neighborhood before laying down his own blanket for you guys to lay on 

you’re lowkey shivering so you try to move as close to yunho as you can as he wraps his arm under you

for the first few minutes you guys sit in silence, just watching the stars and tiny planets twinkle in the dark sky 

until you start pointing out different constellations which yunho thought was actually so amazing because they all looked like clumps of white dots to him

plus, he found it really cute when you started to get all excited and jumpy talking about the things you were really passionate about

although yunho couldn’t tell the difference between capricorn and the little dipper, he still made a comment about the view

“the moon is beautiful isn’t it?”

you craned your head to look up at him, a smile creeping its way on your face, “yeah, it is.”

yunho smiled back before reaching down to cup your cheek for a kiss

the phrase, “the moon is beautiful isn’t it?” is a more poetic way of saying “i love you.”

yeosang:

i feel like yeosang is a perfectionist

yk the type of bf to make sure everything is done correctly for your dates and especially your birthday 

and this year you wanted to do something simple and small because of covid plus you still had work and school to do 

tbh if it was just you and yeosang together this year, you wouldn’t mind at all 

so going by your wishes, yeosang came up with the brilliant idea to try and bake you a cake since you literally refused to tell him what you want for your birthday (although, he has secretly been taking notes about what you need even if it was just something that you could’ve bought yourself)

ok now, we all seen that video of yeosang trying to cook an egg which turned out horribly so his baking experience with this wasn’t the smoothest 

yes, he bought all the correct ingredients and tools needed to bake and decorate a cake but somehow his first cake turned out burnt as hell which led to him going back to the store to buy another cake mix (and an extra just in case he fucks up again)

this time it came out pretty good, the middle wasn’t runny at all the sides weren’t a charcoal black 

now all he had to do was frost the godamn cake

which was so fucking hard to do AND FOR NO REASON ISTG

the store bought frosting he bought kept catching cake crumbs in it and the spatula he was using was doing an ass job 

yeosang was getting so frustrated with this hellish sugar on sugar thing because he literally watched a fifteen minute video on how to frost cakes for beginners last night

he had all the right tools for it so why wasn’t the cake creating a smooth crumb coat ?????

after he awhile, he abandoned his crash course learning in cake decorating from the night before and started doing his own thing

so after doing a base layer of frosting with your favorite color, he picked out all the crumbs from it which took hours but he didn’t care

and then he started to add the “happy birthday!” on it which went lowkey south since it was actually a lot harder to write with frosting than what yeosang thought 

but he still tried his best to fix it so the words weren’t horribly slanted or anything

fortunately, the cake turned out alright for someone who doesn’t decorate cakes for a living 

now the hard thing was to get to your apartment without dropping the cake or fucking it up on the way there

so yeosang sat in the back of yunho’s car clutching the sides of the cake platter with his dear life

luckily, the cake made it to your house in one shape and you were so surprised and happy that yeosang came over

you were practically jumping up and down once he put the cake down on your table and clinged onto his arm 

after yeosang sang happy birthday to you, you blew out the candles with the biggest grin on your face

“what did you wish for?”

“that’s a secret.” you joked as you swooped some frosting onto your finger and onto his nose

san:

this was probably the first time that san had stayed home in months

it was annoyingly difficult to try and schedule times to see each other but you didn’t mind 

he was here now and that’s all that matter

smiling to yourself, you turned over to san’s side expecting there to be your cuddly boyfriend for you to only be met with a cold side

“wtf” you thought, did he get called into practice or something last minute? if he did he would’ve texted you...

which you grabbed your phone immediately to look for any missed calls or texts but there was nothing from san, just the usual spam emails and post notifs from insta

san promised that he was going to be free for the whole weekend for your birthday

promises are meant to be broken, you childishly thought to yourself 

sighing, you were about to get out of bed so you can brush your teeth and go celebrate your special day before your door flew open,

“surprise!” your boyfriend shouted into the room

“oh my fuck!” you screamed back, clutching your chest

whatever was in san’s hands tumbled a little bit before he caught his balance again

“you scared me!”

“i’m sorry baby.” san apologized before placing a tray full of your favorite breakfast dishes onto your bedside table

“did you make this?” you asked as you poked around the tray

godamn he actually got all your favorites, your favorite drink, sweets, and your preferred way of cooking eggs

he hummed in response before kissing you on the cheek, “happy birthday, y/n.”

with your heart swelling full of love and a few tears sliding down your face, you thank him

“i love you so much.” you say before you pull him into a tight hug

“i love you more.” san responds kissing your forehead before tugging you onto the bed so you could eat

you sit in san’s lap as you eat and occasionally give him a bite after you hear his stomach grumble 

“do you want a bite? or...” you ask after hearing san’s stomach growl louder than the trucks outside your apartment

you turn to look at your boyfriend with a forkfull of pancakes, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks

you watch san struggle to answer your question since he didn’t want to eat your surprise breakfast but boy was he hungry

“yes.” he sighs in defeat making you giggle

mingi:

ok so mingi is a little trickster when it comes to surprises

so for your birthday you come from your day, burnt as hell from working and schoolwork and you really don’t wanna do much 

you just feel like taking a shower and going to bed tbh

but however that was not the case

as soon as you came home, mingi sprang up from the couch kissing your forehead, asking how your day was

and then immediately he asked you to dress up nice

but you being grumpy and crabby slightly whined, “why? i think i’m just gonna call in some pizza, min.”

and then he would definitely catch on to the fact that you really did not want to be bothered at the moment but he still pushed you to get ready, “it’s your birthday, that’s why! take a shower and wake up and get dressed up because the place i’m taking you to is a classic.”

you were literally about to throw your bag on the floor and stomp your feet like a child

you loved your boyfriend a lot but it was your birthday so why was mingi calling all the shots??? 

but you sucked in a breath before mumbling an agreement to getting ready, “this place better be good mingi.”

“oh it is. don’t even worry about it.” your boyfriend would respond, shooing away your comment with a wave of his hand

while you shower and get ready, mingi goes to change in your other bathroom into a super nice tux like ball worthy tux yk

so when you step out of your bathroom with a towel wrapped around your chest about to ask mingi what you should specifically wear, your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see what he’s wearing

and you’re like fuck i really have to wear something nice he also looks hot as fuck

which leads to you pulling out outfit after outfit to try an figure out what exactly matches your boyfriend’s tux and after some digging you finally found an outfit that screamed “cinderella’s ball”

you step out of your room with a frown on your face because the fatigue was now replaced with irritation and an empty stomach

but mingi is tripping out on the fact that you look so fucking good 

like holy fuck

“you look amazing baby.”

your mood would lighten up a little bit but you were still playing the “i’m annoyed” card

so after you guys leave your apartment and are sitting his car driving towards the city and passing by many, many fancy restaurants which is making you wonder where the fuck you guys were going

“mingi, where are we going?”

“you’ll see.” is all he would say making you a little more frustrated

but eventually, mingi stops the car at an arcade that you haven’t been to in ages 

“oh my god.” you gasp as you rush out of your seatbelt. “hurry up mingi!”

“now you’re excited?” he would tease you before joining you at the door with his hand in yours

when you guys walk in, everything is the exact same from what you remember as a kid

the same black with colorful confetti carpet, rows of games with the cords in a tangled mess behind the machines, and of course the prize counter looked the exact same except the prizes were much cooler this time (you could win an ipad and a nerf gun!!!) 

you were definitely in much better mood now and was pulling mingi left and right to go play games 

you guys were both extremely competitive but sometimes mingi would let you win because he loved seeing you get all excited and hyped when you won a game but he do it in a non-discreet way so you wouldn’t catch on

however, when it came to that car racing game (yk with the steering wheel) well he would not hold the tf back on that game and niether would you

he even made a bet with you declaring that whoever loses has to pay for dinner which you gladly accepted because you never lose (a lie has been detected !)

so here you guys were absolutely gaming it out, taking this racing game a little bit too seriously wearing full on red carpet-worthy outfits in an old arcade where little kids were staring at you guys weirdly

niether of you cared, too busy focusing on the game which was currently in a tie and ended with you winning!

fair and square if i may add (mingi had accidentally crashed into a building which ultimately led to his downfall)

so you’re all excited and pumped up because you kicked his ass in that game and you’re walking out the arcade practically skipping because of your mood and you flash mingi a L, “hah! you have to buy me pizza now!”

while mingi is literally sulking with his head down and is walking 0.01 mph, “no fair my game glitched!”

“no excuses, song!”

wooyoung:

since we all know that wooyoung loves to cook, i can safely assume that he would definitely surprise his s/o with their favorite meal for their birthday

like, wooyoung would probably sneak into your house when you left for work/school with his arms full of ingredients 

he also come fully prepared with the recipe basically memorized after looking back and forth on it to make sure he bought all the correct ingredients

he knew that you haven’t had the time to see your family in person in awhile because of your upcoming finals and whatnot which meant that you missed your parent’s cooking a lot

it had been a fat minute since you were able to taste a warm cooked meal from your house and how you longed for your parent’s cooking 

which is why wooyoung had secretly called your mother for their family recipe which she gladly gave as soon as wooyoung promised to not sell it (family recipes are not something to be passed around lightly)

so while you were at work, wooyoung was getting his iron chief on

preparing ingredients and measuring them to the exact cup or tablespoon 

he was extremely nervous to present you his surprise because he was scared it was going to taste wonky 

now the only thing left to do was wait for your surprise meal and for you to come home (he cleaned up his mess dw while waiting for you)

by the time you were home, you were slumped and just ready for bed tbh 

but all the fatigue left your body once your apartment smelt like your childhood house, you snapped your head towards the kitchen to see wooyoung jump out from the counter

“surprise!”

“oh my god, i thought you were at work!” you rushed to go hug your boyfriend. 

“i was but i managed to convince hongjoong to let me leave early.” wooyoung answered before kissing your cheek.

“awww, thank you.” you leaned into him even more before pointing towards the kitchen, “what did you make here, chef linguini?” 

wooyoung let go of you and presented the plates that were set up on your counter all fancy like

“i made you dinner!” he exclaimed, his nerves bouncing off the wall which he masked with a bright smile

“is this my parents’ recipe?” you asked, tears forming in your eyes. it really had been a long time since you saw your parents.

“yeah, i asked your mom for it. i know it’s been awhile since you seen them so i decided to bring a little piece of them to you.” he answered sheepishly, one arm scratching his neck as he avoided making eye contact with you

the meal almost tasted exactly the one at home, triggering happy memories to flood your mind as you took another bite

“i hope you know that i plan on marrying you, jung wooyoung.” you half joked before digging into the dish even more

“you like it?” wooyoung asked, his smile lighting the room up even more

“of course i do!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him, “thank you so much for this. i love it.”

“and i love you.” he smiled back at you before kissing you. “let’s eat before it gets cold, yeah?”

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you laughed before sliding into a seat, your heart warm and full of love 

jongho:

you were absolutely bummed that jongho couldn’t see you for your birthday because he had practice all day and then you had work right after school

however, jongho called you as soon as the clock stroke midnight because he wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday!!! :)

nonetheless, you went through the school day with some of your classmates and a few teachers wishing you a happy birthday and what not

you even got a free cookie from the nice cafeteria lady!

then as soon as school ended you went to work at your local diner as a waitress

there, some of your fellow coworkers wished you a happy birthday as well!

before the rush hour, your closet coworker/best friend asked you why you didn’t just take the day off 

you then explained to her how your boyfriend was at work all day and then you didn’t have the time/money to go visit your family in the neighboring city too much schoolwork and train fares were a bitch to cover

your best friend felt sorry for you and promised to take you out after you guys shift was over before a flood of customers came barreling through the door

so while you were at work, jongho was busy convincing honjoong to let him sneak out during their lunch break to see you

“please hyung! i haven’t seen her in person in so long and its her birthday please!”

hongjoong gave him a look saying you gotta do better than that

“i’ll take out the recycling for you for two weeks!” jongho pleaded with his hands together

bingo

“fine i’ll cover for you, but don’t let our manager catch you.”

jongho practically kissed him on both cheeks before sprinting out the door after looking around for his manager. 

on his way over to your work, he stopped by a nearby flower shop to buy you some flowers and for him to catch a breath (he was basically running to your workplace before your lunch ended)

now over back to you, the rush had finally ended in time for your lunch break which you super glad for (no more karens up your ass !!!!)

you sat in a table near the back of the diner, pulling out snacks from your bag (you didn’t have much time to pack a full lunch)

you were thoroughly enjoying your snacks while mindlessly scrolling through social media before a loud noise cracked the air causing you to look up from your phone

“jongho?” you asked in disbelief at your boyfriend who was a panting mess. wasn’t he supposed to be at practice still?

“hi.” he smiled up at you after catching his breath. “i convinced hongjoong to let me sneak out of practice so i can surprise you.” 

you were so shocked that you couldn’t even form words which led to you jumping out of your seat and wrapping your arms around him 

it had been too long since the last time you saw each other

too long

“i missed you.” jongho whispered, wrapping his arms around you too being extra careful to not crush the flowers in his hand. 

“i missed you too.” you whispered back, tears forming in your eyes as you hugged him even tighter