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hearts4golbach · 27 days

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 23.

"Is that taco bell breakfast i smell?" jake said, sounding as if he was about to start floating to locate the smell. he turned the corner into the kitchen, where i was sitting with tara.

it was 7 in the morning, and the 4 of us were about to go finally pack up my old apartment. they insisted on helping despite me saying i could get it all done myself since i didn't own much anyway.

"Yes, jake." she rolled her eyes, tossing him his usual order. he squeeled like a little girl before tearing into the wrap.

"im gonna go get johnnie up." i walked down the hall towards our room and walked in silently.

johnnie laid on the bed with a peaceful look on his face. his arms were tucked awkwardly under his head as his legs were tangled in the blankets.

i gently shook his shoulder, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, sleepy head. we have breakfast."

he rubbed his eye, black eyeshadow transferring to his finger. "mornin'." he pulled me in, kissing me softly before sitting up. "When you were asleep, i organized the closet. you can fit your clothes in half of it now."

"Oh my god, really?" i furrowed my eyebrows, a small smile growing on my face.

"i mean, yeah. where else are you going to put your clothes?" he slipped on his socks and stood up.

his fingers tangled with mine as he led me back into the kitchen and sat down next to me. he rested his hand right above my knee as Jake immediately started a conversation with them. i passed johnnie his breakfast, and he dug in, clearly starving.

jake looked down at his phone, "what time do you think we'll be done?"

"Well, im not too sure. i mean, theres 5 of us packing up my tiny apartment, so it's probably around noon." i thought outloud, earning a 'hm' from jake.

everyone had finished their food. jake and tara went to get their shoes on and start the car while johnnie went to take off his makeup. i sat in the kitchen on my phone, waiting for johnnie to be done.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his clean face making me smile. it wasn't often i got to see him without makeup.

"mhm." i stood up and stretched. i put my hair into a messy bun to get it out of the way before walking out the door, johnnie not far behind me. "Thank you again for helping with all of this."

"Don't thank me." he hesitated as if he was going to add onto the sentence. he gently rubbed my lower back.

i hummed, "Okay, then."

Johnnie and i sat in the back of jakes car while him and Tara were up front. I zoned out. thinking about my old apartment made me nervous. although i wasn't going alone, something still felt off. after the incident and how easily i got imhured, i didn't want the same to happen to them. Or maybe it was the fact that my creepy old neighbor lent me a piece to a vaccum, and i still need to give it back, but i seriously doubted that was the reason. i decided to shove my paranoia down as i didn't want to let it ruin my day.

it was if i had blinked and we were already there. i picked my head up, rubbing the cheek that was leaning on my arm.

"i was room number 206," i commented, pulling the keys out of my pocket.

"i can't believe theres not a fucking elevator. This bitch has 5 stories." Jake complained as we tromped up the stairs.

"Just be glad she's not on the 5th one," tara wiped smudged lip gloss off the corner of her mouth.

"Exactly," johnnie nods, slightly out of breath.

i unlocked my front door and pushed it open, revealing my still messy apartment. "Oh, i never came back to clean up." i admitted, even though it was plain to see.

"dont worry about it, missy." jake teased in his southern accent.

tara and jake covered the kitchen while johnnie and i started in the living room. we all added songs to the spotify queue and got to work. i was smart enough to keep boxes stored in my closet. There was always a just in case thing. The living room was nearly empty, the only furniture consisting of a rug and a small sofa that i planned on putting by the trash for someone else to take. i didn't have much decoration, either. All that i had was a painting, my mother had made me and a thrifted portrait of marilyn monroe. The only other things on the wall were some empty colorful vases on a small shelf.

we quickly wrapped those up while tara and jake stacked all of my plates and bowls in between wash cloths. I announced we were moving to a different room before heading into the hall to focus on the closet.

The closet didn't take much work. We shoved blankets and towels into one big box before moving on to my bedroom.

my room was a much bigger task, considering this was the room i spent most of my time in. i sat at my vanity and began packing it up while Johnnie took over the closet.

"i want to stream later, and i was wondering if you wanted to be on it." Johnnie mentioned, bagging up clothes that were hung up.

"Sure, that sounds fun. im still kind of nervous though, what if your fans don't like me?" i glanced over.

"They'll love you, i promise." he smiled at me. "i was thinking i could do your makeup for the stream."

"fuck yeah." i agreed, standing up and making my way to my side table. "Didn't we make those plans a while ago?"

"Yeah, but then a bunch of shit happened. and i figured since we're together now, everyone should get to know you a little better." A light blush spread across his face.

"Good idea. im down," i agreed.

The rest of the house was packed up within the next 3 hours. Jake and i moved all of the furniture down to the garbage bins, with little help from tara and johnnie. i took one last look at my empty apartment before locking it up and turning in my keys.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert smut #jake webber #tara yummy #café #cafe aesthetic #cafe #hearts4golbach #the night shift #fluff #coffee

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tojisun · 6 months

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biker!simon is definitely something else 🫶🏻🫶🏻 when i first read your writings about him, it reminded me my dad ( when he had his motorcycle he always took me on rides around city at nights. it was really exciting for me!! he tried to teach me how to ride it but i was too scared (because at first try i fell down...)

anyway, biker!simon is the best!!! <3

omg hihi im sorry for just responding to this now!! and thank you so so much my beloved <33

and that is so sweet omg!! city night rides on a bike are an experience i cant ever explain so im glad that u experienced it!!!

my auntie is the one who did the same for me <33 even lent me her old scooter (vespa?) and i would just zoom by, feeling the wind and ahhhh it was so fun!

ironically, however, i dunno how to ride a bike. like an actual bicycle. i can never find my balance n so when she tried teaching me on her motorbike i think it was kinda expected by then that id fall too?

but omg we both didnt expect me to literally fall into a ditch my godd it was so humiliating so i feel u sm with the being scared about learning how to ride an actual motorcycle. hope u werent too hurt when u fell omg :(( and hope one day we both get the courage to try again!!

thank u sm sweet luv for dropping by btw <33 take care mmmwah

#anon #ask #biker!simon #<- not necessarily about him but i love love anecdotes like this :((

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ritualcaster · 3 months

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Im a man of my word.

DAY 1.

Although I'm writing this down, it's only a courtesy to any who may find this journal. Today Isn't something I think I'll ever forget.

We got lucky. Oh so very lucky. The trains were still running when I sent for Cattail and our colleauges in high society, most of them managed to make it out before the rings were declared a quarantine zone. That said, we didn't get everybody, and not nearly enough either. Cattail hasn't left the guest bedroom I lent him since he got here, he didn't have time to go back for Eden or his wife so I can hardly say I'd fare any better.

For some reason, Fossil stayed behind willingly, presumably to research and possibly find a cure. If anybody can do that, its her. Our communications were cut by rioters before she could fully explain.

We had no response from carrot.

DAY 20.

Theres nothing i can do from here except

Trek there by foot and lead my own rescue mission.

Push has advised against it... strongly...

I can't just leave them.

I have supplies for 2 months.

DAY 23.

Cattail was already packed when I went to tell him I was leaving. I wasn't able to convince him otherwise, but I won't deny I'm happy to have his help.

Cattail knows those outskirts better than anybody. I'm glad we're both omnivores.

Cattail and I fully planned this mission from top to bottom with 3 main goals in mind, save "Eden" and her best friend, dynamite, collect data on the situation, and find at least one sample to bring back.

I originally planned to set up more reliable contact with fossil as well, but Cattail decided traveling into high society would be too dangerous and limited me to as far as the middle ring. To be truthful, I was not expecting him to be this level headed, all things considered.

If possible, although dangerous, we will attempt to bring back other surviviors from the center ring as well.

DAY 24.

We set out for travel today, and, to go back on my word, we did not set out on foot.

Who doesn't love a good off-roading trip in a car that may-or-may-not belong to your boss?

DAY 26.

We can see the rings from here.

We will not be traveling to the center ring.

DAY 28.

We parked the jeep near the wall and decided to climb instead of using the main entrance to avoid rioters and a paniced mob, Cattail and I decided to split up for exactly 24 hours, and meet back here, I suggested it because I was worried Cattail wouldn't survive an encounter with whatever these things are.

DAY 29.

They got my fucking eye.

Excuse my profanity.

I managed 2 different samples

The first was by far less dangerous, I stalked one for about 4 hours, and managed to catch what seems to be some kind of maggot that fell off of it as it rounded a corner.

The second was stationary it was completley different than the first, with multiple roaming around it, almost gaurding it as i observed from the rooftop.

But even more worriesome were the "spikes", maybe "stingers"? Regardless, I watched a crow get a little too close, they both lunged at it midair and before long the crow was nothing but rotting flesh.

I should have backed down there, but I was determined, I took the crossbow from my bag, I only brought one bolt, not expecting this kind of foe. With two paper clips, a rubberband, and a long piece of stitching thread from the medkit I managed to create something extrordinary, a crossbow bolt with two paper clips on it. It was enough to get a small sample, so i don't think it mattered. I climbed down from the roof top, carefully avoiding the ones roaming around, and staying well out of reach of the stingers, I fired the bolt at the main structure, then yanked it back with the thread, as for how I lost my eye, every single one that was roaming around the structure made a beeline for mee as soon as the bolt hit the main structure. I "shelled up" a little too late. After attacking me for what seemed like years, the parasites eventually left me alone.

I'm never coming back here again.

DAY 30.

I didn't realize the full extent of the damage I took yesterday until i was done writing, they didn't just get my eye, they cracked the back of my shell aswell. I must have been in shock because this is incredibly painful. My shell has taken hits from bears, beastials, and once even a "false king" on my missions and never once has my shell taken any damage more than a scratch.

Cattail managed to find the two we came for, albiet not in the best state. Eden looked so different that i originally didn't recognize her, and not just in the maturity sense, she had apperently completely changed forms multiple times since I last saw her, I always assumed Cattail was exagerating, but this truly isnt normal even for her object type. I'll have to talk with her about that later.

We made it back to the jeep and from there we were home free, just a three day drive back.

DAY 32.

Those kids apperently worked up an appetite because we ended up having to forage multiple times. We packed for *two months* what happened to these two?

I tried making conversation, but all three of them seemed to be out of it, even more so than myself!

DAY 33.

It's worse than i thought

We arrived home and unpacked, but as soon as the two walked inside cattail pulled me aside and told me what had happened too them in such a short amount of time. How it spread so quickly terrified me, and i later checked the samples, which had both "died".

I feel horrible for not leaving earlier.

Its a lot harder than you'd think to write with one eye. I'll leave these three alone for awhile while i get my eye fixed, they need time.

DAY 34.

I got in contact with pin, and they respawned me in treatment as a quick fix as per push' suggestion. My eye was fixed but for some reason I still had all my scars and my shell had visible "fuse" lines.

When I asked about it they shrugged.

I need a better doctor.

Day 35.

I woke up in push' office, I talked with push in person, and she told me the goverment of reaching gardens is seizing my samples, but push should still have a say over what happens to them from her position.

I don't know what I was expecting really.

I'll stay with push for now, They need space.

DAY 36.

Who knew push could cook?

Anyway after we studied the sample all we could see was printer materials and not much else. Honestly if these things are made by terminals Fossil might actually have a chance, esspecially with carrot helping her! Luckily already cut off the terminals from the rings, we got readings they weren't functioning properly and cut the connection weeks before the outbreak. Who knows what would hablve happened if we didnt.

With just these two samples and limited knowledge om terminal coding and function, this is all the research we can do for now

DAY 37.

I asked cattail for updates today, and they had gone to court without telling me. Accirding to Cattail dynamite had snuck out shortly after i left and confessed to an officer, but all charges the were dropped as soon as they heard he was from the rings.

I can only imagine how guilty he must feel.

I began planning a second "rescue mission" with push. I may not enjoy it but I'm obligated regardless.

DAY 38.

Neither of us slept at all.

We're looking to rescue as many people as legally and physically possible but with our sparce resources the most we're looking at

Is two helicopters and a few ground vehicles.

I called shotgun

DAY 39.

With each passing minute i'm getting more and more anxious to leave. I won't let this situation progress any further.

Push managed to haggle the government into three times the resources if we bring back a live sample, but i have no idea how we'll make it into center ring let alone high society even with those resources.

DAY 40.

Everything is in place to leave

We're bringing extra food this time

Cattail decided to stay here with mushroom and dynamite after I urged him these resources were plenty and his help wasn't needed.

I may have been too harsh, I'm not good at lying.

DAY 41.

Writing [???] helicopter [???]

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they [???] really big tank

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DAY 44.

I apologize for my previous notes, the "tank" i mentioned is a glass tank they gave us last second for the live sample, its very small so I have no idea how we'll manage. Perhaps my eyesight hasn't fully recovered quite yet, but writing from a helicopter is surprisingly difficult.

The land party went in though the gate this time, they were armed, but for the most part it was seemingly empty.

This mission is going WAY better than last time so far, we're already just outside the center ring!

DAY 45.

Our radios picked up a short message,

But it went to static to quickly to understand or respond, they reffered to these things as "parasites" which seems much more accurate than "those things" so I'll use that from now on.

When we first got into the center ring, our windows fogged up completely, we actually had to land. typically the rings arent nearly this humid.

We decided to set up camp at the center ring, that way if things go south, we can too! So far, no survivors, we have gunned down about three of these things now, but we switched to a handheld flamethrower push brought (???) Because the noise was attracting parasites and possibly scaring off survivors.

That radio signal gave me an idea though

DAY 45.

Push's flamethrower has been incredibly effective at keeping them at bay while I broadcasted our location over the radio with a short message about the situation.

The first too arrive was a group of 5.

4 adults, one child.

When they arrived the set up their own section of camp without a word. One of them was severely injured, but we fixed him up ok. He'll live for now.

That kid and her chalk is getting pretty annoying.

DAY 46.

I suggested we move into high society but push was against it. Shes the one rrunning this mission so I couldn't really argue.

We had 2 seperate groups of survivors arrive today, but they seemed to know each other. Why is everything with these survivors so complicated?

The first too arrive were two girls that I was afraid to make eye contact with. They were a lot more talkative then the previous group, I explained that we were a rescue party from reaching gardens, they offered too help defend camp while we waited for more survivors.

The second group was much larger, and all three groups keep giving each other dirty looks. They all seem to know each other and not in a good way. Im debating leaving these guys if we get over crowded...

DAY 46

We were debating whether or not it was time to try and capture one alive when a smaller fellow wandered in, and I do mean wandered, he's the only one that not here from the radio signal.

We were warned by two of the previous groups about him, but not in any particular way, just that he was somehow more dangerous than he looked. With thise warnings in mind, I gladly put him in the tank. Temporarily of course. I picked him up with one hand to do so, I am unsure if this guy is dangerous in any way, but better safe than sorry...

DAY 47.

We were almost at max capacity and debating leaving and coming back later, when we were alerted by one of the pilots that something was coming, A massive horde of parasites was headed directly for us, but even more importantly just ahead of the massive horde was a jeep going faster than i have ever seen a jeep go.

Fossil you crazy bastard.

She made it too us well before the horde did, and we left immedeatly.

I avoided writing this one until we landed.

DAY 50.

We made it back, and with bullets to spare.

I was getting tired of gunshots.

We didnt manage to get a live sample though, so Push is about to have to pay so much money.

I kept that weirdo in the tank, maybe he's enough of a specimen.

DAY 51.

He was a specimen.

We scanned everybody for infectiom when we got back using an invention of fossils.

He was the only one who came up positive.

My luck has come though a suspicious amount of times now...

DAY 52.

That weirdo, "Wagyu" he said, is probably the strangest person I have ever met. Although, considering the circumstances, that does make sense.

From what we can tell, wagyu isnt infected quite like the others, for some reason, the thousands of parasites crawling all over him won't mutate him at all.

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winryrockbellwannabe · 3 months

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hey AJ! ☺️ love your blog makeover as always 😉 1, 5, 12 for the things i always want to know about people asks? 👀

Zestyyy!!💖💕 (sorry im answering this super late, chaotic week)

Also, tysm <33 i still kinda had my doubts about it at first, but now i love it. glad you like it too💜

any recurring childhood dreams?

Not to sound concerning, but i had (and still have) recurring nighmares about being murdered lol. So, yeah, there's that lol. I actually don't remember most of my dreams unless they are especially weird/scary. I also used to dream a lot about ppl in my life but acting like the characters of whichever book i would be reading then. But i guess it isn't a recurring dream, more of a recurring dream theme.

5. weirdest phase you went through as a kid

Hmmm actually idk. I was a pretty chill kid. My mom would definitely say my weirdest phase was when i was writing gay fics everyday (mostly for percy jackson lmaoo) bc she really thought it was concerning. In my opinion, my weirdest phase was definitely when harry potter was on my mind 24/7 and i actually stole the character's personality. like, i would be obsessive about answering questions in class just like hermione and tr to have that kinda know it all energy - a phase that changed to act dreamy and quirky like luna lovegood. definitely one of my weirdest moments and my friends still make fun of it lmaoo

12. a book you would recommend to anyone who would listen

ZESTY WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!??!?! just one?!?!?😭😭

Like, my main rec would be Pride and Prejudice just bc to me it's so insane that a 200 year old book is still so relatable rn and it's a safe answer - if the person i recommended this to ends up hating P&P i'll take it as a red flag lmao Also, maybe The Secret History. Idk, but i feel like the main character was written in such a way to be easy for anyone to relate to him, so it made me think about how much would i do to fit in with a group of friends, and to stay in said group. And the things we do bc of our pride and obsessions. Idk, that book changed my brain chemistry and i most desperatly want to reread it (but i lent it to a friend and they haven't return it yet.....😭)

Tysm for the ask!! <3 (and pls if you hate those books don't judge me lol)

#asks #ask games

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sleepylilbuggie · 11 months

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my thoughts on lis2

i finished lis2 last night and need a place to share how i feel about it:

okay, so, i love lis and always have. i'm particularly partial to the first game and even more so its prequel, but i had played the third game at the beginning of the year and absolutely loved it. my friend's favorite game, however, happens to be the second one. i had lent them my copy of tlou2 so they could play my favorite game, and in return, they lent me their copy of lis2 so i could give it a shot.

this game took me forever to get through. the story was pretty slow at first and for some reason, it could just not capture my attention. i found myself loathing the character i was supposed to love and want to protect (daniel). i cannot count the number of times i had called him a little shit.

despite this, i did my best throughout the game to remind daniel to have morals, such as not choosing revenge or willingly letting him partake in any illegal acts, but i still ended up getting the worst fucking ending out of them all.

im usually pretty good at getting the ending i want out of lis games, but i went into this one blind, which im sure didn't help things. i was just hella disappointed i stuck with a game that i wasn't particularly fond of, hoping for a good ending, just to have felt like i failed.

even so, the game was absolutely beautiful and i'm glad i took the time to play it, i just wish i didn't hate most the characters and that i could've resonated with the choices a little more.

i also would not have minded some more time with cassidy... she was definitely the highlight of the game.

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jiminrings · 1 year

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omg hi bff?!? i am back!! life became a little hard both physically and mentally, so I wasn't in the right mind 🥺 but but but, life's been a little better and I just had my birthday so im feeling great 😌

pink sapphire JK... everything was good, oc let go many many things or let him make a fool of them in important events; but I too would be furious and wanting revenge if someone lent my things to someone without asking me, to someone who I don't have any close relationship. I get he was mad, hoseok was belittling him and his brand, and he was hurt bc oc agreed with him it wasn't the best choice but he didn't need to payback like that. I can confirm that taylor swift wrote karma just for pink sapphire JK 🥴😮‍💨

as much as I want oc to despise him, I feel bad because he knew he did something wrong and tried so hard to explain and make it up to her, and I bawled the moment he noticed his ring wasn't in his hand, then he learned the importance of a piece of jewelry, he tried so hard and even when he was trying at the event he was wrong :( but oc finally had enough and told him the truth about her jewelry 🥺 she started using sapphires bc its him 😭😭😭😭

and the tattoo!!! Man was in love love the whole time, and even if she didn't want to be near him, he has hers 🥺🧡 I love the way this JK loves oc, it's so pure 🥺

It was amazing as always bff!!! I'm glad I could read it! Hope life's been treating you well, enjoy your day! Lobe youuuuu 🧡🧡

ahhhhh im glad you’re back bae <3 happy (belated) birthday to u i hope it all gets even better for u!! correct n correct… ps!jk tries v hard in general but even more when oc very much lays all her grievances on him 🙏🙏 thank u so much i love the way they love n im happy that you’re here w me <3 ily

#answered #ps feed #love mail

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #187 texts

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peachesandmilktea · 3 years

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“I probably won’t write it unless someone requests it but IMAGINE him fucking you while the two of you are watching your friends die through the game’s cameras djdbkdnd just the *angst* and *filth* of it all hehe”

BESTIE IM REQUESTING IT

Squid Game AU - Masked!Shinso x Player!Reader

Part 1.

Squid Game AU Masterlist.

TW: Noncon Smut, Yandere, Shinso is Mean, This is Filthy, Mention of Violence and Murder (in the context of the games).

They’re all insects to him, you know. Miserable beings that he can crush under the sole of his boot, only existing so that they can entertain him a bit.

And that’s exactly what you are, too.

Or just a bit more than that, maybe. His Kitten, his pet, his fucktoy. The one he uses when he wants to have some fun or blow out some steam. The one he likes to play with, abuse mercilessly and yet still kiss with uncharacteristic gentleness whenever he’s done.

It doesn’t help that he’s so pretty, his features so elegant they seem carved by the most skillful artist. It doesn’t help that having seen his face means that your fate is sealed and that you’ll either die or be his forever.

It doesn’t help that sometimes, you want to give in.

“So, Kitten. Aren’t you glad you’re mine now?”

He asks while your friends are fighting for their lives in a too-violent tug of war game. Blood coats the floor in the playroom you’re watching through the television screen, just like blood would coat his hands, too, if he hadn’t washed them so carefully before curling his fingers around your throat.

Another mark of ownership, like the collar he likes to keep around your neck whenever he doesn’t feel like replacing it by his cruel, murderous hands.

One of your tears falls on his wrist, and he scoffs.

“Hey, don’t cry. It only makes me want to kill even more of them.”

Maybe you wouldn’t cry if you weren’t seated in the lap of the man who stole your life away to make you his pet, maybe you wouldn’t cry if he didn’t keep killing and killing and killing every person you’ve got to know in this god-forsaken game, and maybe you wouldn’t cry if you couldn’t feel his cock twitching inside you at every death you witness on the screen.

They’re all insects to him, you know. Miserable beings that he can crush under the sole of his boot, only existing so that they can entertain him a bit.

That’s exactly what you are, too.

It doesn’t help that sometimes, you want to give in.

He leaves a soft kiss on the back of your neck, his warm breath tickling the skin of your collarbone until shivers are running down your spine, icy and hot at the same time.

“Oh, isn’t that the girl who lent you her lighter for that game you cheated at?”

His lean fingers are on your chin, raising it until you’re forced to look at the screen.

“She snitched on you, you know. Right after using it herself.”

Even more tears pool in your eyes, making everything look blurry. He must feel the unspoken question lingering on your lips, because he scoffs, a pretty, low sound.

“I didn’t take her because I only wanted you. And, isn’t it more fun to see her die this way?”

He makes you yelp with a violent stroke of his hips, tearing through your walls as he settles even deeper inside you. His voice sounds almost amused as he murmurs, right in your ear:

“She’ll lose. I had her placed on the slippery side. Let’s watch her fall together.”

This is more than you can handle.

“N-no, I don’t want to, please.”

He laughs, a cruel, mean, evil laugh while his fingers snake around your throat once again, bending you down in front of the tall screens just so that he can force you to watch her demise while ravishing you as he wishes.

“Watch,” he orders, firm and merciless. “I’ll kill more of them if you don’t.”

And so you keep your eyes open as he fucks into you rough and hard, and you watch her fall and fall and fall, Shinso’s fingers stroking you just skillfully enough to make you come undone around him when she breaks her neck on the ground below.

That’s enough to make him topple over the edge of his own orgasm, and he comes with a groan, painting your walls white.

A soft sight. A gentle stroke of his fingers on your shivering arm. You can feel him smile against the back of your neck when he kisses the clammy skin there, once, then twice.

“There’s my sweet little Kitten. That wasn’t so hard now, was it? She got what she deserved. I always knew she’d bring you nothing but trouble, and look where she got you.”

He pulls you to him, and you’re back in his lap, cradled in his warm, strong embrace.

“After all, why do you think I slipped that lighter in her pocket in the first place?”

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sexpistxls · 2 years

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Hey I’m having a horrible day (and it not even noon yet). I saw a dog get hit by a car and had to rescue it. And then my car got backed into a few hours later. Like I’m physically ok. But mentally… no. So could I have some haikyuu boys comforting me or something?

I like Tsukishima, Tendou, and Suna so any of them would be awesome. Thank you so so much

Hi love! I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a bad day :( But, there’s gonna be even better days to come now! If you need to talk to someone, my dms are open <3 Im glad you’re physically okay and didn’t get hurt <3 we all love you !

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠...

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀,..

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈,..

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀☁︎

Tranquillity greeted Tsukishima at the door after he got home from work- and from this simple difference- he knew something was wrong. Although Tsukishima desires peace, he desires a loud and passionate ‘hii Kei! Welcome home, love!’ from y/n even more. Those kisses that she plant over his face, they’re like a reward for him after a particularly long day at work. So this change in schedule had him knowing that something was wrong.

“Y/n?” Kei said, peaking his head round into empty rooms before he found y/n laying in their shared bed. Y/n’s face buried in a pillow and her body curled into a comforting ball.

Kei had never seen her like this, he didn’t say a word. He carefully laid down next to y/n and slowly pried her body from its curled up state. His gentle hand wrapped around her wrist as he guided her body to face him. Y/n’s red flushed face and teary eyes shied away from his gaze.

Again, he didn’t say anything. Not because he didn’t care, but because he was genuinely at a loss for words. Nothing he could say would accurately depict how deeply he cared for her, How desperate he was to make her happy again.

So, he said nothing.

Kei let her cry all over his white shirt, rubbing her back as he softly kissed her head.

After a while, the gentle sobs quietly faded out and slowly turned into soft snores.

A gentle nighttime breeze lingered in the air as kei inched his hand onto y/n’s and carefully entwined their fingers.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈✿

“Let me cheer you up?”

“nothings wrong.”

Y/n was currently sat on Satori’s bedroom floor, lent against his bed as she tried so hard to focus on her homework. But her mind was plagued by thoughts from her shitty day and the constant chatter from her not-so-shitty boyfriend who was laying upside down on his bed as his head hung off of the side of the bed. His face upside down and next to y/n.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve said that, y/nnn” Tendo said, dragging out the last letter of her name, not in announce, however, more in desperation.

“Because there’s nothing wrong.” She replied in a stern tone- much different to her usual kindly spoken dialect.

Tendo sighed in response. He had tried endlessly to make her laugh and to pull his girlfriend from this unknown and sudden bad mood.

So he sat there in defeat. Examining her beautiful face and her unique features: her lips that he could kiss endlessly, her imperfect skin that was so perfect to him, her beauty marks and freckles that gracefully coated her skin. He traced her face all the way up to her eyes- which had tears slowly building up in them.

“You’re beautiful, y/n”

“what?”

“you’re perfect”

The tears in her eyes began to overflow at this point. She wasn’t sad or upset by these compliments- it just felt so good to here these words at a tough time.

His slender hand grasped her chin as Tendo turned y/n’s head in order for her to be looking at him. He slowly pulled her face into his as their lips melted together, y/n’s tears slowly trickling down between their lips.

It sort of reminded tendo of that one scene from spider-man.

That upside down kiss.

“salty” Tendo said as their lips parted

“You’re insane. Too much blood rushing to your head. Sit up!” y/n laughed, a sound that was so pleasant to Tendo.

“Only if we can cuddle though~”

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Things always get better, i promise <3

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miiamour · 3 years

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fem!reader x sirius black

summary: sirius black didnt love you, or at least not as much as you loved him.

warnings: angst, cheating, illusions to smut, self indulgent asf, y/n being stupid.

word count: 0.8k

italics: flashbacks

a/n: im sad so i put it into words lol

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out of all of the seven billion people in the world, you managed to fall in love with him; the boy with long black hair who wore a stupid leather jacket.

the boy who’s smile lit up the room, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

the boy who would laugh so loud that entire common room would hear but nobody would complain, simply because his laugh was too beautiful to disrupt.

how could you give everything to someone and receive nothing in return, but in all honestly you were kind of okay with it. you were glad to love him even if he didn’t love you back.

he said he loved you, but his words meant nothing compared to the melancholic actions. although he would never technically cheat, flirting with other girls was just as bad.

“it meant nothing” he cradled your cheek in his hand as he reminded you while watching you sob about how he didn’t love you. it was pathetically vulnerable of you, you didn’t care though.

he leaned down, ear pressed against your chest, hearing you rapid heartbeat and placed a kiss under your collarbone. “there, all better” he smiled.

except that it wasn’t all better. with every suggestive look he gave another girl, every wink, every smile, your heart broke into another tiny piece. it wasn’t all better— he simply just put a bandaid over it.

it was a friday night, gryffindor had just won a quidditch game and james threw a party in the common room to celebrate. you had decided to skip out on it; it somehow felt better to stay up in your room while sirius flirted with girls opposed to having him doing in front of your eyes.

you laid in bed, wondering which girl he could’ve possibly been flirting with at the moment. maybe it was marlene, or that girl lucille from his potions class you once caught him winking at.

you decided to take your mind off of it by rereading little women. you searched through your books but you couldn’t seem to find it, then you remembered, you had lent it to remus.

they were all at the party so you decided to go up to the boys’ dorm and steal it back from remus.

as you left your dorm, you heard the piercing music and the smell of alcohol drifted up the toward the dormitories.

the music was so deafening that you couldn’t hear the moans coming from the boys’ dorm. you never believed it when people would say that their world came crashing down in seconds. it seemed impossible for so much to go wrong in so little time but alas here you were: eyes full of tears, shaking, and heart shattered— you felt the bandaid slip off.

neither of them even noticed that you had entered until the cup of firewhiskey near his bed exploded; your magic had a tendency of going haywire when feeling strong emotions.

the girl under him— lucille from potions— jumped and quickly covered herself with a blanket. sirius looked back to see you, the look in your eyes would be something he would never forget; it wasn’t shock, there wasn’t even a glimpse of it. it was pure disappointment and regret.

you weren’t even able to put into words on how upset you were with him, so you walked away. you turned your back on him— never wanting to see him and his stupid face again.

your vision was blurred with tears and your ears blocked out every noise that you didn’t hear sirius call out your name. you reached your dorm and slammed the door shut only for sirius to stop it with his foot.

“y/n, love, let me explain” he pleaded. his hair was messier than usual, his shirt was wrinkled and his pants weren’t even buttoned up.

“don’t love me!” you seethed at him as you sat on your bed; if you stood up for any longer you’d probably collapse— you’re mind was foggy with emotions

“i’m sorry, alright! i’m so sorry” he fell to his knees, taking your hand in his, “i’m a horrible boyfriend. i’m so sorry— it didn’t mean anything, i swear to you”

he placed kisses all over your hand. his eyes were glossy and his lips puffy; you could still see the pink lipstick on his face and the fresh hickeys on his neck. his hair was messy, she probably ran her hands through his hair as he thrusted into her, you wondered if he had scratches on his back, if she had hickeys all over her chest like he’d do you to you.

but most of all, you wondered if he was actually sorry. if it actually didn’t mean anything. but you didn’t really wonder, because you knew the answer.

he wasn’t sorry he did it, he was sorry he got caught. and it didn’t mean anything, because nothing meant anything to him. he never loved you— he never loved anybody; so what you did next surprised the both of you.

“it’s ok, sirius.” you moved a strand of hair that had been in front of his face, “i forgive you”

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plsimsuchasimp · 3 years

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i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else.

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!”

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne.

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up.

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling.

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him.

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was.

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?”

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought. Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed.

This could not be happening.

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all.

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one.

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice.

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there.

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you.

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest.

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave.

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel.

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to.

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Tis The Damn Season - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 8 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE

Request: none

Word Count: 3897 words

Summary: Part 8 of Single Dad!Charlie, Owen spends Christmas and New Year with Charlie and Margaux

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, implied sexual content pretty sure everyone knows at this point but this does include romantic chowen, remember this is fictional, if you dont like that just dont read :)

A/N: i was hesitant to write this since its literally march but @happinessinthedarkesttimes told me i should do it when i asked her so here it is lol things are getting a little more steamy... sorry for any typos im once again editing this half asleep lol anyways hope you enjoy!

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December 23rd - 9pm

“Papa!” Margaux exclaimed, running over to Owen as he exited the plane. “You’re back!”

“I am.” Owen grinned, scooping up the four year old to give her a hug. “Isn’t it past your bed time missy?”

“Daddy let me stay awake to see you!” Margaux told him, and Owen smiled at the mention of Charlie.

“I’m glad. Where is Daddy?” He asked. Margaux pointed and Charlie waved from his spot on a chair.

“Over there.” She said, and Owen grabbed his bag that he had dropped in his haste to grab Margaux before heading over to Charlie.

“Hey handsome.” Charlie grinned. Owen blushed slightly.

“Hi.” He replied. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more. Ready to go home and have a good sleep?” Charlie questioned and Owen nodded, visibly relaxing at the mention of sleep.

“I really am.” He agreed. Charlie smiled, taking Owen’s bag.

“Great. Let’s get out of here.”

Margaux fell asleep in the car on the way home, so once they arrived Charlie took her straight to bed. He pulled her door closed, leaving just enough of a gap to let the hallway light creep into the room, before heading down the hallway to where Owen was stood in the living room. Charlie glanced up, grinning when he noticed that Owen had fallen right into his trap.

“What are you smiling about?” Owen questioned. Charlie smiled.

“Look up.” He said, and Owen obeyed, Charlie walking closer as he did.

“Mistletoe? Really?” Owen raised an eyebrow and Charlie shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Figured it would be my only chance to kiss you.”

Owen rolled his eyes, leaning in and kissing Charlie on the cheek.

“Happy?” He asked.

Charlie pouted, grabbing Owen’s shirt and dragging him in, connecting their lips in a forceful kiss. Owen’s back hit the wall, his hands finding a place on Charlie’s waist. Charlie bit at Owen’s lip and Owen groaned, allowing Charlie to slip his tongue into Owen’s mouth.

Owen pulled away, panting, and pressed his forehead to Charlie’s.

“Is Maggie fully asleep?” He murmured against Charlie’s lips. Charlie nodded.

“Yes.” He replied. Owen grinned.

“Good.”

And with that he grabbed Charlie’s shirt, dragging him to the bedroom.

December 24 - Christmas Eve

Charlie woke the next morning, still naked and tangled up in Owen’s arms. He opened his eyes to find Owen already awake, playing on his phone.

“You’re awake.” Owen said, placing his phone down. Charlie hummed in response. Owen bit his lip.

“So last night was...” He trailed off.

“Yep...” Charlie replied simply. Owen hesitated.

“I don’t usually hook up with people I’m not dating.” He admitted.

“Well at least you can’t get pregnant.” Charlie joked.

“Hmm.” Owen replied, clearly not amused by Charlie’s joke. Charlie frowned.

“O?” He spoke.

“Yeah?” Owen replied.

“Do you regret it?” Charlie asked. Owen sighed.

“I don’t know Char. Remember what I said in Hawaii? I’m just not sure if I’m ready to do... this.” He said. Charlie’s heart sunk.

“But sex is okay?” He questioned, somewhat bitterly. As much as he loved Owen he wasn’t about to enter into some friends with benefits situation.

“It was a one time thing.” Owen mumbled.

“Oh...” Charlie’s voice was small, and for a moment he considered wriggling out of Owen’s grip.

“Please don’t shut me out like in Norman.” Owen begged. Charlie hesitated.

“I won’t. I just don’t fully understand.” He said.

“Charlie...” Owen sighed. “Look, I don’t know about you-“

“But I’m feeling 22.” Charlie interrupted. Owen bit back a smile.

“No, you dork. I’m trying to be serious here.” He said, and Charlie moved so that he could see Owen’s face.

“I’m listening.” He assured Owen. Owen took a breath.

“Look, I’m not out to anyone. I have no clue what I am, and before I met you I’d never even considered being with a guy. But I met you and everything changed. I guess technically you were my sexual awakening.” He explained. Charlie traced a pattern on Owen’s arm.

“You don’t need to have a label, I don’t. Just love who you want to love.” He said, and Owen sighed.

“I just need a bit more time to figure this out.” He spoke after a short pause.

“And you can have it. But can I at least get one last kiss? And promise me we won’t stop snuggling.” Charlie put on his best puppy eyes and he could see Owen caving.

“We could never stop snuggling.” Owen said. “And as for the kiss...”

He lent in, pressing a gentle kiss to Charlie’s lips, pulling away with a grin when Charlie tried to deepen the kiss.

“There.” Owen grinned and Charlie groaned.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He muttered.

“Oh I have a bit of an idea.” Owen smirked, his gaze drifting downwards towards Charlie’s naked bottom half. Charlie blushed slightly, swatting at Owen’s chest.

“Shut up, you know that you can’t control morning wood.” He defended, slightly embarrassed that Owen could feel that he was hard.

“I know.” Owen grinned cheekily. “You should probably fix that though. I’ll go wake up Maggie.”

He climbed out of Charlie’s bed, still naked from the night before, and made a big show of finding his boxers, knowing that Charlie was watching his every move. He found them and pulled them on, grabbing a pair of Charlie’s sweatpants and putting them on too before turning to look at Charlie.

“Have fun.” He winked, before leaving the room, and Charlie in it. Charlie let his head flop down onto the pillow with a sigh, and not for the first time considered the fact that Owen was literally going to be the death of him.

Charlie entered the kitchen a little bit later and ignored the look Owen gave him, instead heading over to Margaux and wrapping his arms around her.

“Good morning baby, happy Christmas Eve.” He greeted. Margaux grinned, her mouth full of froot loops.

“Daddy! Santa comes tonight.” She exclaimed, and Charlie nodded, matching her excitement level.

“He sure does, are you excited?” He asked and Margaux nodded quickly.

“Yeah!” She squealed. Charlie ruffled her hair, turning his attention back to Owen.

“Do you have plans today O? Mags and I are gonna go to the Mall to get a photo with Santa.” He questioned. Owen nodded.

“I actually have some last minute shopping to do.” He said. Charlie smiled.

“Cool, you can come with us and go off while we do our photo then.” He suggested, and Owen nodded.

“Great.” He said.

“Daddy?” Margaux spoke up.

“Yeah baby?” Charlie glanced down at the four year old, who was looking at him in concern.

“What happened to your neck? Did you bump it while playing?” She asked innocently.

Charlie’s eyes widened, and Owen choked on his tea.

“Yeah baby, Daddy fell over.” Charlie agreed.

“Silly Daddy.” Margaux giggled.

“Yeah, silly Daddy. Why don’t you go find your Christmas scrunchie for Daddy to put your hair up?” Charlie said, trying to distract her, and it worked.

“Ooh okay!” Margaux grinned, climbing out of her chair and running to her room.

“You gave me a fucking hickey?” Charlie said once he knew Margaux was out of earshot.

“In my defence... yeah no I don’t have one.” Owen giggled. Charlie glared at him.

“Fuck you Joyner.” He muttered.

“We already did. Last night.” Owen winked, rushing out of the room before Charlie could even register his cheeky words and process what just happened.

A few hours later and Charlie and Margaux were lined up ready to get their Santa photo taken. They reached the front of the line and the photographer gave them a welcome smile.

“Okay sweetie are you ready to meet Santa?” The photographer asked and Margaux nodded.

“Yeah.” She said. The photographer smiled.

“Great, Dad are you gonna be in the photo?” She questioned.

“Yeah I am.” Charlie replied.

“Okay cool, just head on through.” She instructed, and Charlie carried Margaux in, sitting down on the allocated stool with her on his knee as they smiled for the photo. Once they had taken a few and the photographer was happy it was time to talk to the Santa.

“Ho ho ho, what’s your name little one?” He asked and Margaux smiled.

“Margaux.” She said confidently.

“And what do you want for Christmas Margaux?” Santa asked.

“A pony.” Margaux told him and Charlie grinned.

“Oh, well you know it might be a bit hard for Santa to fit a pony in his sleigh. Is there anything else?” The Santa said, trying his best to redirect the four year old and not make any promises.

“Yeah...” She glanced up at Charlie before looking back at Santa. “I want Papa to stay with me and Daddy all the time and not go away again.”

Charlie bit his lip as he made eye contact with the Santa, who shot him a slightly sympathetic look.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Santa told her softly and Margaux smiled. Charlie took that as their cue to leave, standing up quickly and saying one last goodbye to the Santa before leaving. He paid for the photo and collected the print outs, one for him and one to send back to Canada for his mum.

They left the photo area and headed through the mall to where they were meeting up with Owen.

“Daddy?” Margaux spoke up. Charlie hummed in response.

“Yeah Mags?” He asked.

“Will Papa have to go home?” Margaux questioned, her voice soft. Charlie sighed.

“Probably baby. You know Papa lives in Oklahoma, he has to go back to Bindi, remember?” He told her, and Margaux pouted.

“I wish he wouldn’t go.” She said, and Charlie nodded, spotting Owen on a bench just ahead of them.

“Me too baby, me too.” He agreed as they reached Owen who jumped up quickly.

“There you are! How was Santa, what did you ask him for?” He questioned. Charlie bit his lip.

“We’ll talk about it later.” He said, and Owen frowned but dropped it nonetheless, changing the topic to a toy that he had seen, leaving Charlie to zone out and consider how exactly he was meant to explain Margaux’s words to Owen without hurting him.

It wasn’t until later that evening that Owen brought the topic up again. He and Charlie were sitting in the living room, and Margaux was in her room, taking a late afternoon nap since she had been exhausted when they got home from the mall.

“What did she ask for?” Owen asked, and Charlie bit his lip.

“At first a pony. Luckily Santa dodged that one and said it was too big to fit in the sleigh. So he asked her what else she wanted, and she said she wanted you to stay with us and not go home.” He admitted. Owen was silent.

“Oh...” He said after a moment. Charlie nodded awkwardly.

“Yeah.” He replied. They fell silent, before Charlie spoke again.

“Owen, I promise I didn’t say anything to her. I’m not trying to guilt you into staying by brainwashing her.” He said, and Owen nodded.

“I know, don’t freak out.” He replied, grabbing Charlie’s hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“I just don’t want you to freak out.” Charlie explained.

“I get it. She’s four Charlie, she just wants her Papa around more often.” Owen sighed, and Charlie nodded.

“She’s not the only one.” He said. Owen shut his eyes.

“I know. I’m thinking about it, trust me. But it’s not an easy decision to make.” He mumbled.

“I know it’s not. Take your time. Now should we go have ourselves a nice Christmas Eve dinner?” Charlie said, deciding to change the topic as quickly as he could.

“Sounds good. I’ll get Maggie.” Owen agreed.

Charlie sighed as Owen left the room to go find the four year old. He wanted nothing more than for the blond boy to stay for as long as he could, but that was unrealistic.

He knew that all he could do was just enjoy his time with Owen while he could.

December 25 - Christmas Day

“Daddy! Papa! Wake up!”

Charlie’s eyes fluttered open as his four year old bounced on the bed, narrowly missing jumping on his and Owen’s tangled legs.

“It’s Christmas!” Margaux squealed.

“Margaux.” Owen whined. “It’s so early.”

“But Santa came.” Margaux flopped down, landing on Charlie’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her messy curls.

“Merry Christmas baby.” He whispered.

“Merry Christmas Daddy. Present time?” She grinned. Charlie shook his head, glancing towards Owen, who had rolled over and was attempting to go back to sleep.

“Cuddle for a bit first. Give Papa a chance to wake up.” He told her, and Margaux nodded, snuggling closer to her father.

“Okay.”

Almost an hour later and Owen was finally awake and Charlie couldn’t hold Margaux off any longer.

The three of them set up in the living room, where all of Margaux’s presents were under the large fake Christmas tree.

Charlie sat leaning against Owen as Margaux opened her presents, and once she was happily playing with a new truck that she had gotten Charlie offered Owen his presents.

“This one is from Mags.” He explained, as Owen opened the present to find a drawing that Margaux had done of the three of them, framed nicely.

“It’s beautiful. You did a great job Maggie.” Owen complimented and Margaux grinned.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed. Charlie grabbed a second present.

“This one is from me.” He handed the small box to Owen who opened it, revealing a key.

“It’s a key to this apartment. I figured even if you don’t end up moving here at least you can still come any time you want.” Charlie explained and Owen smiled.

“Thank you Char.” He said softly, and Charlie nodded. Owen reached down, grabbing the last wrapped present and handing it to Charlie. Charlie took it and opened it to find a photo book filled with photos of himself and Margaux, Owen and Margaux, memories from set and their adventures together and more.

“This is really sweet Owen.” Charlie smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Owen replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Charlie’s head, as Charlie rested his head on Owen’s shoulder, the both of them watching Margaux play with small smiles on their faces.

The rest of their Christmas Day passed quickly and before he knew it Charlie was tucking Margaux into bed with a kiss on the head, and leaving her room to go have a shower.

Almost an hour later he reentered the kitchen where Owen had cleaned up everything from dinner and was sitting on a chair fiddling with his phone.

“Beer?” Charlie asked and Owen’s head shot up.

“Please.” He smiled and Charlie opened the fridge, grabbing two bottles of beer and handed one to Owen before sitting down across from him.

“So, first Christmas away from home, how you feeling?” Charlie questioned. Owen shrugged.

“Honestly, pretty good. I was worried I’d be homesick but I wasn’t at all.” He said and Charlie grinned.

“That’s really good. Cleaning up after Mags all day would have been a good distraction.” He replied and Owen groaned, making Charlie laugh.

“I don’t know how you do this 24/7. You’re literally a superhero.”

“Nah, just learnt to leave the messes until after she’s finished. Much easier.”

Owen glared at him.

“You say that now, after I spent the whole day picking shit up?” He spat, but Charlie knew he wasn’t really angry.

“In my defence you’ve lived with her before. Rookie error from someone with experience.” Charlie retaliated and Owen flipped him off, the both of them crumbling into a fit of giggles.

“Daddy?” Margaux’s voice came and Charlie instantly stopped laughing, his whole focus on his daughter.

“Hey, why are you up?” He asked.

“Bad dream.” Margaux climbed into Charlie’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her, beginning to rock her slightly like he did when she was a baby.

“Wanna talk about it?” He questioned and Margaux pouted.

“I couldn’t find you.” She told him. Charlie placed a reassuring kiss on her head.

“I’m here, and I’m never gonna leave you, okay?” He whispered, and Margaux nodded.

“Yeah.” Her voice was already beginning to sound sleepy again. Charlie ran his hands through her curls, detangling a knot with his fingers.

“You wanna stay here and cuddle Daddy until you fall asleep?” He asked, moving to rub her back, and Margaux nodded, snuggling her head into Charlie’s chest.

“Love you Daddy.” She mumbled. Charlie smiled.

“I love you too baby. So much.” He replied.

They sat in silence until Charlie was sure that Margaux was asleep.

“Never get a break.” He joked quietly. Owen shook his head in awe.

“You’re literally the perfect dad, you know that right?” He complimented, and Charlie blushed slightly.

“I wouldn’t say perfect.” He mumbled, but Owen shook his head.

“You are.” He said. Charlie smiled across the table at him.

“Thanks O.” He whispered.

“I mean it.” Owen smiled.

“I appreciate it. It wasn’t exactly in the plan to become a parent at 18, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re young and stupid and don’t know how a condom works.” Charlie shrugged, and Owen gave him a small glare.

“So you made one mistake, but look at what came from it.” Charlie looked down at Margaux as Owen spoke. “The best present that you ever got.”

“Very true.” Charlie agreed. “And I’d never want to return her for the world.”

New Year’s Eve

“Do you drink champagne?” Charlie asked Owen as the three of them walked through the grocery store on New Years Eve, getting the last minute snacks and drinks for their night in. Charlie pushed a trolley with Margaux in it, and Owen walked along beside them.

“Yeah.” Owen said. Charlie smiled, stopping the trolley.

“Great, I’ll get a bottle then. Mags, what drink do you want as your special drink?” He asked the four year old, who didn’t even hesitate.

“Pink milk!” She grinned, pointing, and Owen grabbed the bottle from the fridge next to them.

“Okay, snacks.” Charlie said, crossing off ‘Margaux drink’ on his shopping list.

He pushed the trolley out of the aisle and through the store to the snack aisle, stopping when he reached it.

“Okay, go wild.” He instructed, and both Margaux and Owen cheered, with the blond boy grabbing whatever Margaux asked for, putting it into the trolley along with his own snack choices.

Charlie grinned as he watched them shop, adding a few of his own things into the mix.

He could get used to this.

Later that night Charlie, Owen and Margaux had made themselves comfortable on the couch, both Charlie and Owen having a glass of champagne while Margaux drank strawberry milk out of a plastic champagne glass.

“How long Daddy?” Margaux asked, looking up at her dad. Charlie glanced at his phone, seeing that it was just after 11pm. He was shocked she had made it this long without crashing.

“One more hour baby.” He told her and Margaux nodded.

“Okay.”

She turned back to the TV which was playing a countdown of the best songs of the 2010′s, and they fell into a comfortable silence only filled with small talk and songs for about 45 minutes until Owen broke the silence.

“Char.” He whispered, and Charlie looked up. Owen gestured to Margaux and a small smile appeared on Charlie’s face as his gaze landed on the four year old, who had curled up on the couch and fallen asleep.

“Should we put her to bed and bring out more alcohol?” Owen questioned and Charlie nodded with a grin.

“Sounds good. I’ll put her in bed, you get the drinks?” He suggested, and Owen nodded, placing a soft kiss goodnight on Margaux’s head before heading into the kitchen.

Charlie picked the four year old up and carried her to her bed, tucking her in and kissing her before heading back out to Owen, who had already poured two glasses of champagne. Charlie sat down on the couch next to Owen, grabbing one of the glasses and holding it up.

“Cheers.” He said, and they clinked glasses before drinking. Charlie placed his glass down before looking at Owen.

“5 minutes til midnight, you ready for 2020 to be over?” He asked. Owen shrugged.

“Mostly. There were some good things that happened this year.” He said.

“Yeah it wasn’t all bad.” Charlie agreed. They fell silent for a moment.

“Hey Charlie?” Owen spoke up, his voice slightly shaky.

“Yeah?” Charlie turned, giving Owen his full attention.

“I made a decision, about where I want to live...” Owen started, and Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. He was pretty sure he knew what Owen’s decision would be, but he wanted to hear it just to be sure.

“Yeah?” He prompted. Owen looked down.

“I think I’m gonna stay in Oklahoma, I’m not ready to leave yet.” He said, and Charlie nodded, understanding.

“I get that.” Owen looked up.

“But I have a compromise.” He said with a small smile. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“I’m gonna get my own place. I found one that’s really nice and affordable, and it has a study that could be turned into a bedroom for Margaux, and you could come stay with me whenever you wanted.” Owen explained, and Charlie couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Margaux having her very own room in Oklahoma to stay any time. But there was one other thing...

“A room for Margaux?” Charlie questioned and Owen nodded. “So where would I sleep?”

“Uh, I was kinda counting on you sleeping in my room with me...” Owen trailed off hesitantly. Charlie’s stomach fluttered at the thought.

“You’d want that?” He asked, eyes wide, and Owen nodded shyly.

“I do. I love waking up with you Char. I love hearing your morning voice, and seeing your messy hair, and the way you kiss my face while you’re still half asleep. And I love having you in my arms, or being in your arms.” He rambled, and it took everything in Charlie not to kiss him.

“You really like me, huh.” Charlie teased. Owen blushed, rolling his eyes.

“I do. I figured it was obvious, you know, when we literally had sex last week.” He retorted. Charlie grinned.

“Owen.” He said.

“Charlie.” Owen mimicked his tone.

“I would love that.” Charlie stated, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.

“I’m glad. Actually, I have something else to tell you too.” Owen told him.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Charlie tilted his head.

“I think I’m r-“

Owen was cut off by the countdown to midnight starting on the TV, and he stopped talking with a sigh as both boys grabbed their champagne as they counted.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!”

Charlie lent in, placing a soft kiss on Owen’s cheek, not wanting to push the boundaries.

“Happy New Year Owen.” He said. Owen bit his lip, and Charlie missed the longing look in Owen’s eyes, his gaze drifting to Charlie’s lips. He swallowed, shaking his head before replying.

“Happy New Year Charlie.”

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Apple Tree Kisses | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The boys take Y/N out for apple picking on their day off. Much fun. Much cuteness. And lots and lots of apples.

A/N: So maybe another mini installment of fall adventures with Tom? Well see how it goes. Hoenstly dont even know I feel about this one lol.

“We’re going apple picking this fall right?” Y/N asked the boys as they all sat down, scrolling through their phone in their cozy Berlin suite. Neither letting out an answer, as they all sighed in unison.

“Right?” Y/N asked again. “Tom, right?” She playfully shoved his shoulder hoping to grab her boyfriend’s attention. Y/N could easily see the slight smirk that grew on his face. Of course, Tom was never one to ignore his girlfriend, but he loved to tease her when it came to doing things she really wanted to do. In all the years they’ve been together, he knew Y/N was the most indecisive person in the world but when she knew what she wanted...she knew exactly what she wanted and would go the distance to get it.

“Mmm I dont know Y/N. We might be busy.” He chuckled, his pink sleeves engulfing Y/N in a cozy bear hug.

“Cmonnn. It’ll be fun. We cant miss it this year. It’s tradition.” She reasoned.

“I know Darling. Soon. I promise.” Tom gave her a chaste kiss on her slightly chapped frown, which slowly turned into the smile he always loved to see.

Needless to say, soon came a lot faster than Y/N anticipated. As she wrapped up a few emails from work, Tom, Harry, and Sam stood before her, leaning over the table, giving the Goofy Holland smile. “Whats up with you three?” Y/N giggled.

“We’re going on a trip. So you better get ready.” Sam answered as he walked away.

“Better hurry up before we leave you.” Harry joked around as he made his way out as well.

“I do suggest you wear something cute. I mean, you always look cute. You’re perfect, but Im just saying that red plaid shirt you got in the closet...just does things to me.” He groans, making his way to their room to get ready as well.

Y/N playfully rolls her eyes and scoffs out a chuckle. Of course all the boys finished up before her as they head to the car waiting for Y/N. She appears, wearing Tom’s suggestion with a white top undeneath the plaid shirt and black leggings, opening the door and sitting beside her giddy boyfriend, who was smiling from ear to ear. He sported a denim jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath and navy blue baseball hat, much like his character Arvin from Devil All the Time. Of course Tom very well knew, this look did things to Y/N after the first time she saw the film with him, making comments about how hot he looked as a southern bad boy. “Well you’re looking mighty fine there miss.” Tom flirts, displaying his southern accent for Y/N.

“Why thank you kind sir. You’re not too bad yourself.” She responds back, smirking at his comment. Tom leans in quickly to give her a small peck...only to go back in for another. And another..and another...

“Ugh, can we save the flirting and snogging till after the car ride. Please. Im trying to keep my lunch down for the next hour.” Harry groaned in the front seat.

“Sorry Harry.” The love birds mumble as they sit in their respective seats.

For those wondering, Harry did indeed survive the hour drive while keeping his lunch in tact. The group arrived at the German apple orchard called Alstead farms where they were dropped off at front.

Y/N took in her surroundings. Seeing the fall foliage, with autumn colored leaves sprinking the walkways, the sounds of the busy stands of food and fresh produce, the smell of freshly fried apple cider donuts it reminded her exactly why fall was her favorite season.

“Cmon darling, you’re supposed to be day dreaming about me not those apple cider donuts.” Tom teases as he grabs her hand in his.

“Trust me mate, I wouldnt blame Y/N if she was. Those donuts were absolutely amazing..” Sam muffled as he shoved another donut in his mouth.

“Oi, you already got yours?! And didnt even bother to share?” Harry questioned as he tried to grab the crumbled bag of sugary goodness.

Sam rolled his eyes at he reluctantly lent his last donut to his brother. The four grabbed their wagon, maps, and bags, ready to gather as much apples as they could. They went row by row, picking up macintosh, fuji, honey crisps, and empires. They tasted each one closing their eyes in delight, and scrunching their faces with ones that werent so sweet.

Harry took pictures of the surrounding and as he turned around he was given the perfect angle to capture a sweet moment between Tom and Y/N.

The two had their hands interlaced as they admired one tree with golden hues on the apple. Tom leaned in towards Y/N’s ear as he told her a funny apple pun, kissing the top of her head. When Y/N turned around to hear the clicks of the camera, she proceeded to cross her eyes and stick her tongue out.

“Thats attractive.” Harry comments with a hint of sarcasm as he looks through his camera. They all knew how camera shy Y/N got when she was aware of her picture being taken. In her words, posing for the camera while acting natural, made her feel like an awkward deer that’s about to get run over over....Dont ask, its a long story. “Okay, wait the lighting and this tree is perfect though. I want you and Tom up on that tree.” He commanded as he pointed at the sturdy tree with curly branches.

“Uhh...you sure about this?” Y/N asked, in an apprehensive tone. “What if I fall?”

“Oh c’mon darling you know I wont let you.” Tom said as he grabbed her hand to reassure you. “I’m not gonna let you fall. Ill hold on to you the entire time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Sam, hold the apples for them and I’m begging you to please not eat my share.” Harry groaned at the thought.

Tom and Y/N had situated themselves on the tree not as high up from the ground as they had anticipated. At first they took a photostanding up. Tom towering over her as he stepped onto the higher branch, one arm hanging on the branch above him and another holding onto Y/N’s hand. They smiled and looked into each others eyes completely forgetting that they were on a tree and Harry was taking their pictures. Y/N took his navy hat and placed it on her own as they laughed. Tom licked his lips at the sight and couldnt help but to lean in, “You look so hot right now.”

“Oh god, stop you know thats not true.” Y/N giggles as her cheeks are tinted with a light pink blush. Tom continued to look at her smiling, and buting his lips. He really couldnt contain himself when she was acting this adorable. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

Tom laughs out loud at her comment. “But I kinda do...like everyday.”

“TOM WERE IN PUBLIC!” She squeals covering face.

“Okay love birds, stop the flirting and give me one more pose. If you can manage just kiss each other without falling, I think it’d be perfect.” Harry instructs.

“Dont have to tell me twice, brother.” Tom replies as he looks down at Y/N, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Tom he said kiss not snogg, dont get any ideas. We’re in public!” Sam yelled out.

“You three are such debbie downers, I swear.” Tom pouts.

“Yeah yeah, come on lover boy.” Y/N says curling her index finger to gesture him to lean forward. Tom happily accepts, as he leans down pressin his lips against her soft glossed ones. They stayed like this for sometime, feeling the slight tingles that came with it. Slowly...so very slowly did they pull away, but only for Tom to come in for two small pecks...three...well maybe four...Okay five but that was it.

“Wow...these actually came out good.” Harry said atonished by how well he captured the sweet moment between his brother and Y/N. Tom who was very excited to see how their came out, jumped down from the tree as he made his way towards Harry. Meanwhile Y/N took her time trying to make sure she didnt completely fall off the tree. Sam was watching Y/N as he had his phone recording her. He didnt think there would be much but knowing how clumsy she was anything was game.

She was barely 2 feet off the ground, but for some reason it felt like the empire state building. “Wha-Okay.” She speaks out as she takes a leap of faith. Y/N sticks the landing, she walks toward Sam, Tom, and Harry with confidence that only lasted 0.5 seconds.

Thump

“WHAAA.” Y/N sqeuals, as the branch hits her straight on the face.

While all three boy were heavily concerned, they couldnt help but laugh so hard at what happened to poor Y/N.

“IM SO GLAD I GOT THAT ON VIDEO.” Sam yells out, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

“My god that was priceless. Please send that to me.” Harry says emoting the same expression as his twin brother.

“Darling, are you okay?” Tom says stifling a laugh, as he checks her precious face. “How did you manage to hit the tree?”

“Honestly I dont know.” She cries laughing. “These things just happen.”

“It’s okay.” Tom places feather light kisses on the corner of her eye. “C’mon lets get you an apple cider donut.”

“This is going on instagram I hope you know that.” Harry yells out as the couple walks away.

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salemcat09 · 3 years

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Imagine Bill and Fleur finding a stray cat. And it being like a relief for Bill to know that small animals aren’t scared of him, but he finds out he’s hella allergic. Just some like cute fluff with the smallest bit of angst.

SJDKSJOW IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS Bill loving cats but being really allergic is a huge hc of mine and I needed an excuse to write bluer fluff! (this took forver im sorry)

Bill and Fleur walked along the beach below their house, sand between their toes. The pair spent a lot of time doing this recently, it was the only way to keep the memories of the war out of their minds. Fleur hated the feeling of water though so they kept their distance from the sea.

Swinging their linked hands they laughed together at a story Bill was telling. Everything seemed to be going alright for once. They'd been walking for a while and were getting tired, it was only lunchtime but they'd been on the beach since early morning. There was a stone wharf, not far away, and Fleur suggested they stop their for at bit and sit in the shade.

Bill sat down, placing the checkered flannel he'd had around his waist onto the floor to work as a blanket. Fleur joined him quickly and lent against his side while they both looked out into the ocean.

They sat together like that for awhile in a comfortable silence, until they heard a strange noise. Bill looked up and peered around Fleur's head.

“meow”

“Fleur look!” Bill said, looking at the tiny kitten in awe

“Its so cute” She cooed

“pspsps c'mere kitty” Bill clicked his fingers in the direction of the cat, making kissy noises at it. It looked up at him, and tilted its head towards Fleur. Slowly, it crept forwards.

“Aw hello baby” Fleur whispered in her thick French accent, stroking the kitten gently. “Hi! Oh what are are you doing here? Do you have a family? Whats your name bub?”

Bill smiled at her as she kept muttering sweet nothings to this random cat. His face dropped suddenly though, and he inched backward slightly, curling up into a loose fetal position on a sand dune. He kept watching his wife in a bittersweet sort of way.

After a short time Fleur noticed and turned towards him “Whats wring love?”

He looked down and fidgeted with his fingers for a moment “It'll be scared of me”

“Why on earth would a tiny kitten be scared of you? Does this thing look scared to you?” She held the kitten up and put it infront of Bill with a sort of mock pout on her lips.

Bill laughed “I don't think cats like werewolves”

“Sure they do, cats love them. I will prove it.” She placed the cat on Bill's lap. He flinched away. The cat however seemed unphased and pushed its wee head into Bill's palm. It mewed slightly and Bill couldn't help but laugh and stroke the thing.

He had to admit, it didn't seem scared. But still, he was wary. He and Fleur sat with the cat for a while, picking up sticks for it to chase. They had named it Penguin after the tuxedo pattern on its fur. “We should take him home” Fleur suggested

“Fleur we can't just steal a cat“ He laughed. Penguin pounced at the stick Bill was moving back and forth and proceeded to try "kill" it.

She shrugged “Sure we can. Looks like a stray anyway”. It took some convincing but eventually, they agreed. They'd take Penguin home and keep a lookout for any missing posters and return him if they saw anything. And if nothing showed up within a week they'd put up a found poster (if no one claimed him...well then they'd just steal the poor thing).

-•-

After a few days of having Penguin, Fleur noticed Bill had been acting strangely. He seemed to have picked up a cold but was showing no symptoms other than coughing and sneezing. And suspiciously only when Penguin was around.

He seemed oblivious to the fact but Fleur knew better. One night when the three of them were sat on the couch together she decided to bring it up. “Bill, I think you're allergic to him” She said

“Huh?” He sniffled and turned to face her “No its just my astma playing up thats all”.

She shook her head with a smile “I don't think so, you've been sneezing loads and you scratch at your hands everytime you pet him!” As if on cue, Bill sneezed and scratched him hands.

“Not true at all, I have no idea what you're talking about” He lied.

Fleur laughed at him and raised an eyebrow. “C'mon love you know I'm right”. She picked up Penguin and placed him on her lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek in the process.

“Uh uh. No.”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“YES!”

“Fine.” Bill finally accepted with a huff. He looked away with his arms crossed defiantly over his chest.

“Thank you. Now what do we do about it?” Fleur pried gently

Hs scowled at her “Nothing. We're keeping him. Hes my baby I don't care.”

“Bill I- that is a terrible idea and you know it. Also who said he was your baby you weirdo?” She laughed at him. Bill tried to stay tough but he cracked and started laughing too.

“I want to keep him, he's probably the only cat that will love me. I never used to be allergic to them” He looked down sadly

Fleurs face softened “Babe. He's making you sick and you know it. I'm sure we can look into one of those weird allergy-free cats, the ones that look like wrinkly aliens.”

Bill smiled slightly but remained sad “I dunno, its not fair. If I was never bitten I wouldn't be allergic. We'd be able to keep him”

“I doubt that” Fleur responded “It probably had nothing to do with the werewolf thing, allergies change over time and god knows the last time you were in contact with a cat!”

“I s'pose you're right” Bill sighed. He thought for a moment “I guess....we could give him to Hermione and Ron, I don't think Crookshanks would mind and Hermione would love another cat. Ron not so much but who cares what he thinks”

They both laughed “I think Crookshanks would mind a lot actually” Fleur began “But that sounds like a great idea, we'll owl them in the morning” Bill smiled and leaned into Fleur and pet a purring Penguin on the head.

FIN

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