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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | birthday gone wrong (aha), f!reader, baker!reader, pro hero!katsuki, blizzards, angst and smut, exhibitionism, cockwarming, begging, confessions. minors dni!

— 4.7k words

Wanna blow off some steam?

“Surprise!”

Katsuki jumps ten feet high, and the plastic grocery bags precariously balanced on each finger tear without a second thought. Apples hit the ground with a thud and the egg carton with a depressing slap; one that signifies the crack of at least half a dozen. Katsuki looks at the crowd, red-faced and livid, and Eijirou Kirishima intercepts the awkward silence with:

“Happy Birthday Bakubro! I know y—“

“Said that I didn’t want a fuckin’ party?” Katsuki growls, groceries forgotten on the forgotten. Eijirou looks guilty and chuckles, scratching the back of his head.

“W-Well, yeah, but—“

“Everybody out.”

People sigh, and you think you hear Denki whisper told you he’d kick us out. You hate to say that you foresaw a similar outcome. Katsuki’s never been one for people.

Especially you.

“Awe come on, Kacchan,” Izuku says with hands on his hips. “We came all this way! Just let us stay for a little bit.”

“Yeah!” Eijirou seems to cheer up once given a sliver of hope. “Plus, we got cake and stuff. And Just Dance.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes, but you know better—he’s always had a soft spot for the redhead. You all wait with baited breath, wondering if this entire evening was a bust, as Katsuki weighs his options in a pool of fallen groceries.

“One hour.”

Eijirou gasps so hard he chokes, and Katsuki’s generosity earns him applause from the audience. (Plus whoops and hollers from Denki and Mina.)

“And I mean it—y’all have sixty fuckin’ minutes before you’re gone without a goddamn trace. Kapeesh?”

“Kapeesh!”

Katsuki sighs, rubbing at his temples as he steps over the mess at the front door. You assume he’ll make Eijirou clean it up. “Whatever. Where’s the fuckin’ cake?”

Ah.

“In the kitchen, my good sir!” Denki says as he ushers the ash-blond into the said kitchen, the rest of the party hot on their heels. Eijirou grabs the cake from the fridge and you’re tense until the plate hits the marble of their island.

“Flavor?” Katsuki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, I dunno, [Y/N] made it,” Eijirou throws you under the bus, just like that, and you want to scoff at the way Katsuki freezes—if only for a moment. Eijirou’s oblivious as ever, “[Y/N]?”

“It’s red velvet,” you say, trying not to burn under Katsuki’s carmine eyes. You don’t know why he doesn’t look away.

“Frosting?”

“Buttercream.”

As if you’d give him anything else.

Eijirou tries his best to cram 26 candles into the cake before being forced to opt for 23 lest he ruin your decorations. Denki presses him to make a wish and Katsuki rolls his eyes as he blows out the candles. Eijirou wipes an invisible tear because ‘his boy is getting so old.’ Mina and Jiro cut the cake and people seem to enjoy it, and you think that maybe, reuniting with your high school friends after so long isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Even if he said he never wanted to see you again.

“—due to the incoming blizzard, we highly suggest all those who reside in the red and orange zones stay inside until it passes; which should be around ten am tomorrow morning.”

You spoke too soon.

Katsuki turns to the crowd, and you know what he’s going to say before his lip curls.

“Out.”

“Kacchan, don’t be unreasonable!” Izuku says from his comfortable position on the couch. “We’d get caught in the storm if we leave now.”

“Not if you’re fuckin’ fast enough,” Katsuki growls, pulling the greenette’s to his feet by his hair. “Get out, I’m not bunking with you fuckers overnight.”

“Dude,” Denki points to the window, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought the blizzard had already started. “If we leave now, we’ll literally die.”

“Die, then.”

Eijirou sighs, clapping his roommate on the back. “C’mon, man. You know we ca—“

There’s a whirr then a click, and the lights and tv die at once. You can’t see a thing but you definitely hear Katsuki shout:

“Motherfucker!”

Eijirou turns his phone flashlight on first; Katsuki’s busy angrily flicking at the light to no avail. You sigh, turning to the ash-blond (and ignoring those ugly fucking butterflies in your stomach.)

“It’s a blackout Katsuki. The lights aren’t going to work.”

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that, dumbass?” And your chest tightens because even though he’s not eighteen anymore, he sounds the same—but you aren’t sure why you expected him to sound so different either.

You lift an eyebrow (not that he can see it), “It doesn’t look like you do.”

Denki snorts at that, hollering about how you just owned the ash-blond as Katsuki yells at him to shut the fuck up. It’s...familiar and comfortable, like you’re all in high school again, before you had to worry about your friends dying in their line of work because you couldn’t be there with them.

Before you got injured.

“Well I mean, we have a few blankets,” Eijirou offers, and as your eyes slowly adjust to the dark, you’re convinced you see his figure cross the living room. “And like, sweatshirts if it gets too cold.”

“It’s already getting too cold,” Mina says, and you can’t help but agree. The quickly cooling room has the goosebumps raising on your shoulders, and you’re starting to regret forgetting your jacket at home.

“Okay! I don’t have that many, but,” Eijirou hollers from somewhere, before returning with a handful of cloth. He drops it onto the coffee table. “Plus Hanta and Denks left their hoodies here last time.”

“Oh shit, we did?” Hanta says, and you assume it’s his figure who starts digging through the clothes. “Totally thought I lost this, lol.”

“Did you just saw lol out loud?”

“I did.”

“Ooh Ei, do you still have that old Red Riot hoodie?” Mina asks, and all of a sudden, she’s all over the pile. She finds it before the redhead can answer and snatches it away with a gasp.

You watch the pile dissolve in the darkness, one by one, and by the time you reach for something, your palm hits the cool wood of the coffee table. Fuck.

“Oh [Y/N]! Do you need some of my blanket?” Mina offers, but the blanket is small, and wrapping it around both of your shoulders just renders it utterly useless. You shake your head after she tries for a while.

“It’s fine Mina, I’m not that cold,” you laugh, but she shakes her head vehemently.

“No! Girl c’mon, you look like you’re freezing!”

And, well. Freezing is a stretch. Sure, you’re a little cold, but you’ll live.

“Do you need my sweatshirt?” Eijirou asks, already pulling at the hem. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious guys, it’s not that bad,” you say, waving your arms for emphasis. They all grumble but they give up, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Something soft and army green drops into your lap. You pick it up in confusion, before looking up to see who dropped it.

Katsuki looks down at you, face glowing white from the phone flashlights. His eyes pierce your soul nevertheless.

“I don’t ne—“

“Take it.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the couch in his own hoodie. You don’t realize until you put it on that he gave you a sweatshirt themed after his own hero costume.

You can’t sleep.

You can’t sleep, and you’re sure it’s due to the temperature. The wind howls and it sounds like you’re in the eye of a tornado, loose branches knocking against the rattling glass, and upon looking through the window, you see nothing but stark white. You sigh, checking the time on your phone for the fiftieth time this hour. Yep. Still four am.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’, dumbass.”

You all decided to bunk in the living room for warmth. You’re surprised Katsuki stayed, though; you figured he would just head to his room and let you all fend for yourselves while he slept in a comfortable bed. But here he is, sleeping next to you on the cold fucking floor.

“Sorry,” you say, but it’s hard when your shivering and your jaw aches from stunting your chattering teeth. Katsuki and Eijirou only had a limited amount of sleeping bags, meaning you’ve got to share a blanket with the hulking ash-blond.

“You cold?” He grunts. You don’t know why he’s asking.

“No.”

Katsuki sighs, and you hear him adjust, the blanket sliding from your neck to your shoulder. “You’re a shit liar.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to glare his way, and you look to notice Katsuki’s laying the same way.

“What’s your point?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer for a moment, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for an answer, either—his neon red eyes glow through the dark and straight into your soul, and the next time you shiver, it isn’t because of the temperature.

“You’re stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Thought you figured that out senior year.”

Katsuki’s face flashes with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint before it’s gone again. “Yeah. You’d think almost dying would fuckin’ fix that.”

You sigh. Looks like you’re having this conversation now, then.

“I didn’t almost die—“

“Yes, you fuckin’ did,” Katsuki snarls, and Denki almost stirs at his raised tone. “You took that bullet and you didn’t get up for months—“

“And then I woke up and everything was fine! Seriously Katsuki, what’s your problem? I lived.”

“My problem is that you shouldn’t have been there in the goddamn first place!” Katsuki says through grit teeth. You watch his temple roll underneath his hairline. “That was my fuckin’ fight. I don’t need some chick jumping in front of a bullet for me just ‘cause she thinks I can’t take it!”

You scoff, looking around to see if any of your other sleeping friends are listening because get a load of this guy. Naturally, they don’t respond.

“That’s what this is about? Oh, well I’m sorry I bruised your dignity because I didn’t want to see you get fucking shot!”

Katsuki chest inflates with disbelief before it deflates again, and he’s rolling his eyes before he says, “That’s not—you fuckin’ know that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh really?” You laugh, and goddammit Katsuki, you just had to bring it up, didn’t you? “Because waking up after two months to your best friend telling you to give up doesn’t preserve your dignity at all, huh?”

“I didn’t tell you to fu—“

“You said those exact words, Katsuki. You said give up, and you left the hospital.”

The ash-blond has nothing to say to that, because he knows that you know you’re right, and trying to jedi mind trick you into believing he isn’t an asshole won’t work.

“Well you fuckin’ listened,” he grumbles, more to himself than you, but enough emotion flares in your core to make you want to scream.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you say, huffing, before turning your back to him, deeming this conversation over. “Good night, Katsuki.”

There’s a lull and it has you convinced you’ve won, finally relaxing (as much as you can) onto the cold floor. At least arguing heated your blood up a bit.

“The fuck do you mean?”

You roll your eyes even though they’re closed before you hop back onto your forearms to give the ash-blond a nasty look. “What?”

“You...said you didn’t have a choice,” Katsuki says, and it’s the first time you think you’ve heard him sound weary. Unsure. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means I had to give up on being a hero either way.”

Which sucked. Because you had spent the past four years of your life working your ass off to save others, and you wind up out of commission before you even got started. You...suppose you didn’t tell Katsuki the whole story. Well, you hadn’t had a chance to—today’s the first time speaking with him since you woke up in the hospital.

Katsuki eyes you out of his peripheral, but only for a second. “And that means...?”

“It means that if I land on my spine the wrong way, there’s a high chance I’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.” You growl, frustrated that it was easier to coax the truth out of you than you thought.

The bullet buried close to your spinal column. You had to do PT for months, relearning how to walk as you slowly regain your motor functions. That’s when you started to bake.

“Oh.”

The howling of the wind turns from somewhat soothing to aggravating as Katsuki’s unimpressive “oh” hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself sighing, the puzzle pieces finally clicking in your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Katsuki asks—he’s still not looking at you.

“Blaming yourself,” you gesture to his figure, which is lax with depression, lacking its sturdiness and usual fire. “You didn’t shoot the gun.”

Katsuki snorts at that, running a hand through his hair, “I might as well.”

“Stop.”

“You got shot because of me,” Katsuki says as if it were a fact. “They were trying to kill me. Not you.”

“And they didn’t kill me. I’m here and you’re here. If I hadn’t been there, you’d be six feet under right now,” you reason. Katsuki shrugs because he’s just as stubborn as you are, and you figure he’s been carrying around this baggage for too many years.

“Does your back hurt often?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I mean sure, I get flare-ups sometimes, but it’s not too bad. Doesn’t really get in the way of baking as long as the table is high enough.”

Katsuki thinks for a moment, teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Is the table high enough? At your café.”

You shrug, failing to see where he’s going with this. “I have a platform thingy, so. It’s mostly for decorating cakes and things—“

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy you a new table,” Katsuki says, nodding to himself as if he was confirming the idea. “A higher one.”

It takes a second for his offer to process, but once it does, you’re fighting a smile. Still the same kid. “Kats, I don’t nee—“

“An—And if you need a new chair. I’ll pay for that shit too.”

You shake your head—mainly in disbelief, “I don’t need a chair, Katsuki.”

“Then what?” He asks, and it almost sounds desperate with the speed he rushed the sentence, “Y’need a car? That hunk of junk you drive could use some work.”

You ignore the jab, because your car works perfectly fine thank you very much, and snort at the suggestion of such an outrageous purchase.

“What? You tryna be my sugar daddy or something?” You joke. Katsuki gives you a look, and it's dead serious.

“D’ya need one?”

“I—no!” You laugh, and have to remind yourself to reel it in before you actually wake Denki up. “I’m fine financially I just—what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothin’.” Katsuki quickly grumbles, facing forwards again. “I just...”

You raise an eyebrow, “You just..?”

“I dunno. I dunno,” Katsuki shakes his head. You let him gather his thoughts in silence before he tries again. He doesn’t.

“Then fuck me.”

In your defense, your mouth moved before you thought it through.

Katsuki has an unreadable look on his face, but his voice is anything but steady when he says, “What?”

Fuck. Fuck.

“U-Uh, I mean,” you recoil. Stupid big mouth. “I—you—don’t worry about it.”

“You said you wanted to fuck me,” Katsuki deadpans. You choke.

“I—no, that’s not—“

“That’s exactly what you said.”

“No, I meant as in I’m pent up. Obviously,” you defend with a huff, crossing your arms on the pillow as you glare daggers his way. Katsuki matches your stare.

“Not as pent up as a Pro Hero,” he scoffs, lifting an eyebrow. You take it as a challenge.

You click your tongue in faux pity, “Awe, the number two hero Dynamight doesn’t get laid?”

“No fuckin’ time,” he grunts, though you don’t find much remorse in his voice.

“Well, you have time now,” you say, completely unsure of where this confidence is coming from. Either way, you’ll take it and run.

“I do,” Katsuki confirms, leaning in closer. He’s close enough that you can smell what’s leftover of his cologne, and see the hint of a grin that makes his upper cheek shine silver in the moonlight. You find yourself leaning in just as much as he does.

“Wanna blow off some steam?” You dare to question. Katsuki’s grin only grows wider.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Katsuki’s kisses are surprisingly soft, you think, and so are his lips. But you don’t have much time to think about it as he pulls you in by the waist, quietly groaning into your mouth while he lays you down on your back.

“Always thought you were the prettiest fuckin’ thing,” he growls, trailing butterfly kisses down your neck. “‘M gonna make it up to you, yeah? Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

A hand hikes his sweatshirt above your chest before Katsuki’s latching onto the skin under your collarbone and sucking, teeth digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” you whimper, intoxicated by the way Katsuki’s lips flush pink as he pulls away, eyes locked on the fresh hickey on your chest. They flicker up to you; he grins.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

Katsuki hums at that, licking his lips before diving back in. You hiss when he bites too hard, prompting him to bite harder, but he always soothes it over with his tongue, topping each bruise with a kiss. You flinch when his lips wrap around your nipple and he chuckles at your meek whimper; a hand removes its grip on the sweatshirt in favor of sliding it up your thigh.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Katsuki says once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of you writhing in anticipation. “And it’s all for me, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, ‘m all yours just—“ you kick a leg in frustration at the thumb playing with the hem of your panties, “—do something already.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Do what?”

You frown, huffing, “You know what.”

Katsuki shrugs, adjusting so he’s caging you to the floor. Ghosting a thumb over your panties, he says, “‘Course I do. You gotta ask nicely first.”

You tighten your hands into fists. He would.

“I’m no—“

“Beg, Princess,” Katsuki growls, his stare unwavering. He presses an inquisitive finger to your clit through your panties either as a promise or a threat—which, you’re not quite sure.

You crumble.

“I—fine, just—finger me.”

Katsuki doesn’t move. Asshole.

“Please.”

The ash-blond grins, finally pushing your panties to the side.

“Good girl.”

When Katsuki slides his first finger in, it’s much too easy, and you blame it on the foreplay. You shudder, hands moving to brace themselves on his big shoulders, and the ash-blond muffles a moan as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Another,” you moan, bucking your hips into his palm. Katsuki’s heated gaze flickers from your body to your face.

“Already?” He chuckles, the rasp in his throat giving his arousal away. You nod—he clicks his tongue.

“Fuckin’ dirty.”

Two fingers feel like so much more than just one, and they have your eyebrows folding in a poor attempt to muffle a whimper. Katsuki’s fingers still move tentatively but they’re getting comfortable, curling and searching for that place that’ll make you tremble. And then he finds it.

“F-Fuck,” your body jolts, and Katsuki’s shushing you against the pillows.

“Keep your mouth shut, Princess,” he purrs, head dipping down to nip at your neck. It adjusts the angle ever so slightly, but enough to make you hiss, and he chuckles. “Unless you wanna get caught.”

“Oh yeah, because that sounds fun right now,” you snort towards the ceiling. Katsuki pulls away with an unimpressed look as his thumb comes down over your clit.

“Can’t wait to fuck the brat outta ya. Maybe then you’ll actually shut up for once, huh?” Katsuki inserts a third finger without you asking him to, and you gasp, clawing at his back.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he laughs against your mouth lowly, as if the light kisses will do anything but make more noise, “Good God sweetheart, you’re really pent up, aren’t ya?”

“Shit—I doubt you’re much better,” you try, scoffing at what you can see of his painfully hard cock in his sweatpants. Katsuki looks down before sending a huff your way, with a cute little blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, pulling out his fingers. You whine at the loss. “How d’ya want me to fuck you?”

You need to take a step back from how crude the question is. Right, sex.

“Right um,” you look around, trying to find the least obvious position—and one that doesn’t make a shit ton of noise. Laying on your side, you tuck an arm under the pillow, before turning around to Katsuki to suggest, “Cuddle-fucking?”

“Cuddle-fucking.”

“Yep,” you say with finality, popping the p. Making big grabby hands his way, you say, “C’mere, big guy.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but moves behind you anyways, warm arms easily finding themselves around your waist under the blanket. After a few adjustments and ensuring you're both fully covered, Katsuki’s hard cock presses against your entrance as he hooks his head over your chin with a huff.

“This is so not on fuckin’ brand.”

“I don’t think fucking in a living room with sleeping friends is on-brand for a pro hero or a baker,” you say casually. Katsuki breaks out into a snort, pressing his face deeper into your neck.

“God, I fuckin’ missed you, ya know that?” He chortles. Your chest blooms with something it hasn’t in years, and for the first time, you find that you don’t mind.

“Don’t be such a dick and maybe I’ll stick around this time,” you quip with a smile he can’t see. Though you feel his against the base of your neck.

“Noted.”

Katsuki’s last words hang in the air, unusually heavy, and your eyes catch the snow beating against the window with a less than angry howl. Katsuki’s chest shudders against your back but he doesn’t move, hands frozen at your waist.

“Hey, I thought you were gon—“

“I’m getting to it,” Katsuki snaps, and you gasp as he starts to push inside. “So fuckin’ impatient, goddamn.”

He pulls you down until he fills you completely, and you suppress the urge to shout at the speed he did it with. Katsuki moves a hand to slap over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You reach around to pinch him in the side with a huff, he calls you a bitch. It’s a little hard to hear you behind his hand as you say, “Then don’t catch me off guard like that, asshole.”

Katsuki snaps his hips and does exactly what you tell him not to do—prompting another surprised whine out of you and a dark chuckle from the ash-blond. His cheek presses into your jaw as he finds leverage in hiking your lower half up until your puffy cunt is level with his cock, and fucking you until you drool all over the pillow.

“What a pretty fuckin’ thing,” Katsuki grunts, and you can tell he struggles to keep quiet in the way his chest sporadically shudders. You have to grip the pillow for some semblance of purchase and Katsuki chuckles at watching you struggle, before he’s hiking your leg up to fuck you that much deeper.

“I always—always knew you’d sound so good,” he pants, the grip around your mouth bordering on clammy. You want to tell him that if he keeps making so much noise he’ll wake up everyone in this fucking room, but there isn’t much time between moans to get more than a word in. “Fuck baby, keep tightening around me like that, and I might fuckin’ cum.”

You find it amusing how close he is so quickly, until two fingers land on your clit and start rubbing in slow, small circles. Your walls flutter around him and Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck with a curse, his grip around your raised thigh contracting as he tries to hold on for as long as he can.

And that’s when Denki starts to move.

First, he rolls to the left. Which would’ve been fine, seeing as it’s in the opposite direction until he bops Eijirou straight on the nose and promptly rouses the redhead from his slumber. Katsuki’s hips still.

“O-Ow, dick,” Eijirou curses under his breath, quickly scrambling to his forearms. It’s hard to tell through the darkness, mostly because you’re squinting your eyes to feign sleep, but it seems like Eijirou rubs under his nose, only to blink back at a bloody hand.

“...Shit.”

Katsuki’s hips shift, ever so slightly, but enough to nestle his cock deeper and force you to bite back a whine. And another. And then another.

You try your hardest to be discreet when you reach to pinch Katsuki in the side, and he breathes a laugh down your neck.

“What?” He whispers, though it's more than a rasp than anything else. Good to know you’re not the only one struggling to not cum, here.

“You know 'what,'” you quickly hiss. But Katsuki’s hips don’t stop as Eijirou weighs his options to cure his bloody nose in the dark. The fingers on your clit return their usual pressure and you inhale sharply, nails digging into Katsuki’s forearm as your orgasm begins creeping up on you.

Eijirou sniffles and gets up, stumbling through the darkness to turn down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. Katsuki sees that as fucking freedom and his hips really start to pick up so much speed that you struggle to breathe through it all.

“‘M gonna cum,” Katsuki whimpers into your neck, burying his face deeper in a poor attempt to stunt any sound. “Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, you close baby?”

“Y-Yeah jus’ a little more,” you whimper, eyes rolling as Katsuki finds some inhumane energy in him to fuck faster. He nods at that and bites into your shoulder with a growl, “C’mon, fuckin’ cream all over my cock—atta girl, fuck, fuck—“

Katsuki fills you up the moment you clench around his cock with a sigh, the weight of your orgasm knocking you forehead-first into your pillow as you bite the urge to squeal. Katsuki doesn't growl as much as you expect, moans breathy and light as his hips finally stutter to a stop—but you suppose some things have to change over the years.

Katsuki collapses next to you in pure exhaustion and you’re sure that’s his cum leaking down your thigh, but for some reason, you don’t really mind.

“Hey you,” he speaks first, eyes blazing red in the darkness. You snort.

“Hey, you.”

Katsuki chuckles with a stupidly giddy smile on his face, "Y'know, you still fuck really well."

You drop your head on his chest to snort, and his hands find their rightful place around your waist.

"Better than high school?"

"Yeah..." Katsuki grumbles, before his eyes narrow. "Wait—hey, yo—"

"I haven't fucked anyone since," you snuff the fire before it even starts, and Katsuki relaxes, though his eyes stay slim. He pulls you closer and you sigh—it's comfortable.

"Good," he grunts. And then after a pregnant silence: "I haven't either."

That's...strangely reassuring.

Your arms wriggle until they fold over his shoulders to play with the small hairs on the back of his neck, and he hums, eyes fluttering shut with a final peck on the lips. As Katsuki's breathing evens and the white of the snow dyes the highest points of his face white, you smile. He looks older.

You think he's asleep until he nudges your waist.

"Be my girlfriend."

You don't even hesitate.

"Okay."

By the time Eijirou comes stumbling down the hall, both you and Katsuki are passed out—with his body encompassing yours in the most intimate way, face tucked into your hickey-ridden neck as your arms and legs lock around his being. The redhead gives you both a soft smile as he passes, snorting to himself.

“Took them long enough.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOTSUKI

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bnha smut #bakugou smut #mha smut

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Oooh the fluffy prompts are fun! Could you do “are you sugar personified or something?” with Javier?

Birthday Cake (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Your best friend Javi, the storm cloud to your rainbows and sunshine, is celebrating a birthday today. Gotta cheer the grump up!

W/C: 1.9k

Warnings: language, Javi has dirty thoughts. of course he does.

A/N: idk I just think he’s neat 💖 thanks for the prompt!!

Few people know things about Javier that weren’t common knowledge. Most people know that his full name is Javier Peña, he’s from Texas, he’s fantastic at his job and he’s a womanizer.

You and Steve Murphy are two of the people with more knowledge. You know that he has a sweet tooth but doesn’t recognize it. You know his favorite brand of cigarettes, his favorite brand of whiskey, he always knocks twice in a quick succession on a door. He’s a wild card in the field, but he’s incredibly predictable around the embassy and as a friend.

You work as an Intelligence Research Specialist at the embassy, processing raw data and turning it into intel. This means you work closely with the agents, but Peña and Murphy are your favorites. Steve is the only man who doesn’t hit on you in the entire building, and Javier is the only man who can do it in a way that makes your stomach flutter a little.

You’re the go-to gal for the two mustached men. If they need data, you’re the one they find. And that’s often- the two men love to make impulsive decisions about fieldwork, and you’re the one who has to give them the grounds to go do things. You’re the one who decodes the wiretap that the agents place. You help with interrogations sometimes, and give the men recommendations on what they should do. It’s rare that any of them, besides Peña and Murphy, listen to you, though.

The three of you are the triple threat around the office; wherever you go, the other two men aren’t far behind. They follow you like ducklings to the mother bird with the information, the details, the who-what-when-and-where to their how.

The two men enjoy you too. Steve loves your baking. It reminds him of home. Javier, on the other hand, rarely comments when food is presented to him, but he’ll eat plenty of the sweet treats when he thinks no one is looking. Javier refers to you as a “ray-of-fucking-sunshine,” usually through a mouthful of whatever you baked last. Your positivity and energy is the complete opposite of his gruff demeanor.

Javier really likes you, more than he should. He wants you, wants to kiss you deeply and lay you down on his bed and absolutely destroy you. You’re just so fucking cute, always with that infectious good mood. You see the shit these men do on the daily, and you still seem almost naive. No, not naive. Just hopeful. That’s rare, and Javi admires it.

You like them, as more than coworkers, as friends. Steve is a funny guy. You like him and his wife, Connie. They’re good company. You live next door to the Murphys, which puts you right near Javier too.

Javi, you two called him outside of work. He had a dry sense of humor, and was hard to pull away from the job. They both were. You were better at compartmentalizing than they were. He was handsome and flirtatious, but you figured he’d never like you. Too different of people.

The three of you shared details of your lives at work. Steve would talk about his adoptive daughter’s latest milestones, about his wife and his arguments. You and Javier didn’t have much to share. Your heart twinged every time Steve mentioned another hookup Javier had had.

Something about him is magnetic. Javier makes you grin and giggle and shy away but come out of your shell at the same time. But of course, you’re coworkers and friends. Just friends. It would be impractical to think that you could be something more, if he even wanted to in the first place.

November rolls around in Colombia, and with it comes Javier’s birthday. November 8th, in a year he refused to tell you. Steve told you later. The Murphys and you are the only people aware of this. Javier doesn’t like a fuss to be made over him. Of course, knowing you, a fuss is the only thing practical.

It’s a Sunday when Javier turns a year older. Connie and Steve are doing something with their daughter, probably. Javier doesn’t have friends besides you or Steve. That motivates you to go even grander.

You wake in the morning with a grin. November 8th. After taking your time waking, you find your way to the kitchen and begin the process. You lovingly fold the dry ingredients in a bowl, then add the wet ones. A beautiful looking cake batter forms, and you dare to lick the spoon once the cake is in the oven. It’s good.

As it bakes, you hum to yourself and find your way to the phone. “Murphys,” a sweet voice rings out. Connie.

“Hey lovely,” you say with a grin. “Is Steve home?”

“Yeah, what’s up? Please don’t be calling for work,” she says, even though the tone of your voice indicates it isn’t.

“Oh, no. I guess you’d know: it’s Javi’s birthday. The two of them doing anything tonight?”

“I completely forgot,” Connie gasps. “But no, not that I’m aware of.”

“Just checking. Thanks, girl.”

“Yeah, any time.” Connie hangs up right as the oven beeps that the cake is done.

A knock comes at Javier’s door in the evening. He opens it to find you with a beautifully iced cake, a bottle of whiskey, and a grin. “Happy birthday,” you say as you see him, and his neutral expression grows to a small smile.

“You know I hate birthdays,” he chuckles lightly.

“That’s too damn bad, because I love them. Do you have any plans for tonight?” You ask him.

He’d been considering calling up one of his girls to fuck until he forgot his name or how old he was getting, but he’d much rather be with you. “No,” he shakes his head.

“Wanna share this cake and whiskey?” You ask, hope in your eyes as you lean forward a little.

Javier laughs.

“Are you sugar personified or something? Come on in,” he says and moves to allow you in. You set the cake and whiskey down on his counter and immediately head for a cupboard where you know he keep the plates. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. It’s my best friend‘s birthday, gotta treat him.”

“I’m your best friend?” He asks, somewhat in disbelief as you return with two plates, two forks, and two glasses of whiskey.

You shrug. “Of course you are. Who else would it be, Steve?” You snort as you sit at his table and he sits across from you.

“Just… no one back home?”

You give him an honest smile, your perky demeanor dropping. “No, Javi. You’re my best friend. I genuinely enjoy you as a person. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

You sigh and reach for your purse. “You’re a piece of work, Peña,” you sigh as you stick a couple of candles into the cake. You don’t smoke, but you carry a lighter for Javier and Steve, which you grab from your purse and use to light the candles. “Okay. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” you sing softly to Javier, grinning and looking into his eyes.

He doesn’t deserve you, he thinks to himself. Someone so beautiful and kind and yeah, beautiful, so stunning, and yet you never go on dates or hook up with anyone, even when it’s so easy. Why? He selfishly hopes it could be because of him.

“Happy birthday dear Javi… happy birthday to you.” He knows the drill. He blows out the candles and they go out easily. “What did you wish for?” You ask sweetly and quietly, slicing into the cake.

“Can’t tell you.” It was you. He can’t tell you that not because he fears it won’t come true, but because he fears what could come after it.

You sigh. “You’re impossible,” you tease and scoop a slice, handing it over to him. He pops the bottle of whiskey open and pours a glass for each of you.

“You’re the impossible one. All sunshine and rainbows in the middle of a fucking drug war.”

You shake your head as you scoop yourself a piece. “Someone has to be. No one else was taking the job. You think I enjoy it? I get pissed sometimes too. I hide it.”

“You, angry? I’d like to see it,” he shakes his head and takes a bite.

Rolling your eyes, you take a bite of the cake too. “Hiding my feelings for the good of others since the day I popped out of the womb.”

His face softens. “Hey.”

You shake your head. “Sorry to be depressing. It’s your birthday, after all. How does it feel to be a year older, hm?” You ask, trying to put the facade up again. It only half works.

Javier sets down his fork. “Hey, brillante.” Shiny. “I know you have more feelings in there. Tell me them.”

“Since when have you been one for emotions, Javier?” You ask dryly and raise an eyebrow.

He nods. “That’s fair. But you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, right?”

Sighing, you look down at your plate. You don’t want to admit that what you’re thinking about is how you don’t want him to be your best friend, you want to love and adore him and be more. Lovers, partners, anything. “Hey. Answer.”

The frustration gets you and you snap. “I care about you, Javier. I like you. I think about you a lot. As more than just a friend, really. And I shouldn’t, because we’re coworkers and friends.” The words flow before you can stop yourself.

He’s taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect that. “Oh.”

You bite your lip. “That’s exactly why I held that in for so long. Because you responded like that. It’s not your fault, either, so don’t say that, that you’re sorry you don’t feel the same, that-“

Javier stands and walks to your side of the table. He squats to your seated height. “Look at me.”

You do, albeit in a confused way. “Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’m about to do this for me and me alone, because I know you want to do it too.”

“What?”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. He tastes like frosting and whiskey and cigarettes and oh god, it’s heavenly. His calloused fingertips against your cheeks, his warm and plush lips against your own. He means it, you can tell it. He breaks away, breathing heavily. “Hey. My ray-of-fucking-sunshine. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time now. Since I first laid eyes on you.” He brings your face close to his. “Never hold it in again.”

You close the gap between the two of you, kissing him again. Hard. Passionately. You hold the back of his head with one hand, the other snaking around his shoulder. You stop for a second and stand, and he follows. “Goddamn, you really are sugar personified.” The gap closes between your lips, from mutual movement forward, into another needy kiss.

You throw your arms around him, making a soft noise of need into his lips. “Javi,” you shudder as his lips trail to your jaw and then to your neck.

“Got my birthday wish.”

#javi peña x reader #javi peña #javier peña #javier peña x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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iisuya-simps · 3 years

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A Kings Coronation (Royal au – Otoya x Reader)

A/N: I've been trying to write this since his birthday celebration card came out

Klab please let me marry this man ~ I will give him my s o u l

God, I wish this were me...

Enjoy~

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The day of Otoya's 18th birthday. Today he would be crowned king and take over the kingdom. You woke up early and rode all morning from your country to see him. A few hours later you woke to the sun shining in your eyes, seeing how you slept most of the way.

It was crowded when you got there. Guards lined up at every corner. People came far and wide to witness the crowning of a new king. You had to push through the crowd to even get close to the main balcony when a hand touched your shoulder.

“There you are! I finally found you!” You feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. It was him. “Otoya!” You turn and give him a hug, he squeezes you back. “Thanks for coming.”

“How could I miss my best friend's 18th birthday/coronation??” “Haha, this place is totally packed, huh? Just getting over here to you was crazy.” “They're all here for you.” You give a warm smile.

“Congratulations, King Otoya Ittoki.” You curtsy. “Gosh... Hearing you say it all formal like is kinda embarrassing.” He scratches his head. “Well, I'll answer as the birthday king should.” Otoya puts his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. “You have my thanks, dear Y/N.” Then bows. “Maybe that wasn't so regal...” you both laugh.

“Well, today is about to kick into high gear so stick close to me, ok?” “I promise I won't leave your side.”

“Still, I'd find you even if you vanished into thin air. We'll have lots more time to talk if we stick together, plus everyone can know about us right?”

“Know about us?”

“Let's go!” You follow close behind him but find it challenging with all of the people. You hesitate to grab his hand but he takes yours first. You look up and see his bright smile and wink as he guides you through the crowds of people till he sneaks you inside.

“Hey, there's something I'd like to show you.” “Oh?” “Close your eyes.” “Otoya...” You whine. “Come on it's a surprise!”

“Fine.” You close your eyes and he takes your hand guiding you slowly down the hall.

“Don't peek, ok?” “I wouldn't dream of it.” You go down a few halls then Otoya puts his hands over your eyes. “It's just up ahead, so put your trust in me. Keep walking straight.”

Continuing down the corridor you approach some steps and a large door. “There's a small staircase so watch your step.”

“Shouldn't I be the one surprising you?” “Maybe. But it's not often we see each other. Just a few more steps and we're here!” He takes his hands away from your face. “Open your eyes!” Revealed to you is a grand balcony with a gorgeous view of the land. “Ta da!”

“Wow, Otoya!” “Are you surprised?” “This is amazing! I've never been here before.” “This is the prettiest spot in the whole castle, so I had to show you! There's even an awesome view of the ocean!”

You can see every corner of the courtyard. You walk up to the railing and lean forward taking in the sights, Otoya joins you from behind.

“Beautiful isn't it? Wonderful weather, and a beautiful princess.” You giggle. “And a charming prince, soon to be king.”

You both heard a commotion from below. “Uhh, it looks like everyone is looking for me. They won't check here right?” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe we should go back.” “Nah, it'll only be a few minutes, no harm done. Besides look!” Otoya shuffles in a bag behind his back.

“I brought us some cake for us to eat together!” You cross your arms. “Otoya isn't that for the reception?” “Well yeah but I want to eat it with you now... And it's my birthday so anything goes!” You shake your head and laugh. “Alright then, let's dig in.” “Yay!”

He places the plate on the table to the left of the balcony. “After you, princess.” He pulls out a chair. “How kind of you your majesty.” Grabbing two forks from his bag he sits across from you unwrapping the cake. “Waah, this looks sooo good. Itadakimasu!” You both took a bite savouring the vanilla cake and fluffy buttercream frosting.

“Mmm, I knew it.” “Knew what?” “That this cake is way tastier being here with you than at the party.” “Uh-huh.” “What? You don't feel the same way?” He pouts. “Everything's better with you, Otoya.” “Really? I think so too... With you I mean!” You both gobble down the rest of your cake not saying a word but simply enjoying each other's company.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Shall we go?” “You have cake on your face silly. You'll look like a fool if you go out like that.” “Hmm? Where is it?” He licks around his lips. “No on your cheek, here.” You laugh stepping closer to wipe the icing with your thumb from his cheek. Sticking it in your mouth you then clapping your hands together.

“That's better.” “T-thanks...” He blushes but quickly recovers. “Well, the party's just getting started.” You place your hands on his shoulders. “Let's make this the best day ever!”

You and Otoya go back down to greet the people outside in the crowd. Staying closely by his side he never let you out of his sight. “Otoya there you are! I swear you have no sense of time. The ceremony is about to begin!” The queen crosses her arms. “Already?” “Yes, now let's go.” “But Y/N...” “I'll be fine.” You smile. He takes both of your hands in his. “I'll come to find you after, ok?” “Alright, now go get your crown.” You wink.

The crowning ceremony was lovely. Otoya took the coronation oath and made a speech. Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main ballroom then the celebration really began. You were wandering around near the edge of the ballroom when you felt a hand pull you around the corner.

“Hey.” “Oh hi.” You smile and fix your eyes on his crown. “So what's next, king?” “Hehe, come with me.” You spend the rest of the day greeting more people, enjoying the food at the banquet and listening to the royal orchestra. When nightfall came Otoya leads you away from the dwindling crowds to his bedroom to retire for the night.

“Wow, that was a blast.” You jump on his bed and sink into the duvet. “We hung out all day huh?” “Yup seems like it.” “Time flies when I'm with you. Oh! And did you hear the band? They were all like bweeh daa daa doooo.” Otoya mimics a violin shaking his head around.

“Ah! My crown is gonna fall!” He juggles it between his hands leaning over and catching it before it hits you. “Gotcha. Whoa!” The carpet slipping from under him he fell on top of you anyway. “S-sorry y/n!” There was a moment you stared into each other's eyes. You blushed a bright red then laughed.

“Cmon... no laughing. I just let my guard down a bit...” he pouts. “You're just a clutz, Otoya.” You scoot off to the other side of the bed. “Am not! I always act like a king should...” “Uh huh. So what does it feel like to be a king anyway?” He places his hand on his chin and ponders.

“It's not much different than being a prince yet I don't think. Though I guess a big responsibility falls on my shoulders now that I am a king. I have a whole kingdom to look out for after all. And you.” “I can look after myself.” “But you don't have to.” Otoya twiddles his thumbs together.

“Anyway... Today is special! After all, you're here with me.” He raises a brow. “Hey, why are you so far away? Didn't you promise not to leave my side? Come sit by me. You're making me lonely...” He pouts again. “Promise you won't fall on me again?” “Not on purpose.” “Haha.” You move closer and the both of you talk about the day's events. Though the whole time, you couldn't help feel butterflies dance in your stomach.

“I had a great time today, Y/N.” “Me too.” “Everything was so wild during the day, but now all I hear is you.” His hand caressing your cheek. You gaze, getting lost in his eyes. “Those lips hold the voice I cherish most.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Leaning forward his lips meet yours as they come together in a sweet kiss. You stay like that for a moment, then part. You turn away embarrassed. “Wait what's wrong? Don't turn away.” He giggles. “You left yourself open for that.” You laugh too.

“Look at me.” He turns your head and your eyes meet once more. “I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that...” He places both hands on the side of your face slowly pulling you into another kiss. “Were you expecting that?” “Hehe.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You melt into each other drawing out each kiss for as long as you could. “I don't know, were you expecting that?” You both laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

“Oh, Y/N...” He sighs. “I just want you all to myself.” “So selfish, your majesty.” “Hey, a king's orders are absolute you know. That being said, I order you to stay and talk all night to me.” “I guess I cant disobey direct orders.” “Hehe, no you can't.” You lay back and chat in his arms, steadily getting more sleepy you yawn.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” “I did arrange to stay for a few days.” “Really? He beams then suddenly gets nervous. “W-what is it?” You ask, both looking serious and sit up.

“Y/N, would you stay longer if I asked you to marry me?” Your eyes widened. “O-Otoya I-”

“I know it's sudden, I just can't wait. I want you to be mine.” “Are you sure? There are plenty of other princesses that are dying for your hand in marriage.” “Well of course there are other princesses, but you're the only one I have my eyes on. You're too special not to be my beloved.”

“Otoya...” A happy tear slides down your cheek but he wipes it away and holds your hands. “Hows about I ask you again tomorrow? More formally.” “Okay.”

You're unable to hold back the grin from your face. Marry Otoya? Being his friend is one thing but this is a dream come true.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You get up and grab your purse shuffling around. “Close your eyes Otoya.” “Ok ok... You take the little box from your purse and open it to place a small wooden triangle in his hand. “You can open your eyes now.” He looks down at his hand to see a small triangular pick. “A pick?” He studies it. “For your guitar!”

“Wha-” reaching under the bed you pull out a brand new redwood guitar. “Wow! For me?! Are you sure?!” “Of course! Otoya takes the guitar running his fingers over the frets and strings. “Happy birthday Otoya.” He sets the guitar down by the nightstand beside him. “Thank you Y/N!” He tackles you to the bed holding you tight.

You spend the rest of the night giddily talking about your goals, dreams and aspirations for the future. Eventually falling asleep next to each other.

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In the morning you wake to a blushing Otoya combing his hand through your hair and your eyes flutter awake.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Otoya presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You yawn. “Did you sleep well?” “That was the best sleep I've had in a while.” Otoya beams. “Good, are you hungry? Would you like breakfast? I could have the cook bring us something.” “That sounds lovely.”

“I'll be right back!” Otoya rushes off to the kitchen and has a special breakfast made. He returns with the cook serving both of you a buffet.

“Otoya!! We cant eat all this!?!” "That's ok, there's plenty of variety so just pick what you want!” You share a large breakfast together in bed. Otoya insists on feeding you dessert, but after the feast you just had you couldn't possibly take another bite.

After a quick rest, Otoya leads you on a stroll through the garden. It's early spring and the flowers are just starting to bloom. You're walking along when you pull Otoya to a stop.

“Hibiscus!” You wander over to the colorful display of red, yellow, white and pink flowers. “Hibiscus is my favorite flower.” You hold back your hair and take in the sweet almost fruity fragrance. “Y/N.” Otoyas hand takes yours.

“We've known each other since we were kids. As the years have gone by I've realized how special you are to me as a friend and something more. I promise to love and protect you as I will my kingdom. With you by my side, I feel as if I can do anything. I will give you each and every one of these flowers and more.” Otoya kneels down in front of you.

“My heart belongs to you and only you.” You gasp as he opens the velvet box to reveal a dazzling yet subtle ring. “Say you'll be mine, forever and always.”

“Otoya...” You tear up once more. “Yes, of course I'll be yours!” He stood and took the ring out of the box placing it on your finger. You leap to hug him almost knocking him over in the process. This was better than you could ever imagine.

"Otoya, I love you." Your heart pounds as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." You share a very heartfelt passionate kiss.

Otoya plucks a flower from one of the branches and tucks it in your hair.

“There, for my beautiful bride to be.” You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and walk hand in hand back to the castle where you greet the queen.

You feel quite foolish when you realize that it was your parent's plan all along to get you two together, but it worked out so naturally you didn't care. You were getting married to the guy of your dreams, and that was a miracle within itself.

Your wedding was celebrated with your family and civilians from far and wide.

But with Otoya by your side, this truly was a dream come true.

#uta pri #uta no prince sama #shining live #otoya ittoki #starish #otoya x reader

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takuyakistall · 4 years

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yes i meant your blog tasting good as a compliment 💞 could i request a scenario of trey confessing to his crush by giving them there favourite dessert? thank yuu - 🍰

cake | trey clover

You're cake anon, therefore the dessert shall be cake. Hope you enjoy your takoyaki~!

The smell of strawberries lingered in the air as you arrived inside Heartslabyul's rose garden, spotting Trey pouring tea in a teacup by a nearby table. He asked you to meet him here—so you assumed that the desserts laid out on the table were for the both of you. You tried sneaking up on Trey but it was futile, he noticed you sneaking up on him in the corner of his eye. "Trying to sneak up on me? Try again next time." He shot you a blinding smile when he turned to face you. You sighed in defeat, "You caught me." You pulled back the chair, taking your seat as you watched Trey do the same with the seat across you.

You suddenly got nervous but excited—still nervous. "So, what did you call me out here for?" You scanned the desserts on the table, Trey has really outdone himself! Different desserts scattered across the table yet your eyes could only fall on the single slice of your favourite cake placed in the middle. Before your body could move on its own to grab the slice— Trey replied, "You see… I have a confession to make." You paid little attention to Trey, too distracted by the slice of cake. Trey noticed that you weren't paying him much attention and glanced at the thing that was taking it away from him. Much to his surprise— it was one of the cakes he baked that was stealing your attention. How cute.

Trey grabbed the platter and placed it in front of you, "You've been staring at it for quite a while, go ahead and eat it. I prepared it for you after all." You flushed in embarrassment when you realized that Trey noticed you being distracted. Embarrassed, you picked up your fork and took a small bite out of the cake— "This-!! Trey, this is delicious!" Trey grinned, he was glad that you liked. He wasn't sure what was your exact preference in desserts such as these so he panicked hence, the abundance of desserts.

Trey decided to postpone his confession when he saw how happy you looked while eating the cake— the childlike glint in your eye was enough evidence to prove that you were having fun and that alone was enough to make Trey's heart skip a beat. In silence, he just watched you eat your cake gleefully. Midway through another bite, Trey noticed that some of its frosting was on your cheek. He suddenly felt a surge of courage course through his body— he stood up and made his way to you. "Hey, (Y/N)?" You peeled your eyes away from your dessert to look at Trey but you weren't anticipating his next moves.

He cupped your cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the single stain on your cheek— "I like you." It was an abrupt confession, is this what he meant by he had a confession to make? Flabbergasted, you could only let out a single word. "W-What?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul #your takoyaki has been served !#trey #trey clover #twst trey #twisted wonderland trey #trey clover x reader #🍰 anon

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sugarsugarmoon · 4 years

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Summary: Kim Seokjin had always been in your life. Like satellites you seemed to revolve around the same center, always coming back together. He had been the friend that would always be a constant in your life. When everything in your life starts to change and you feel like the trajectory of your orbit has changed, Seokjin is there to both hold you down and throw you even more out of control.

Genre: fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: recreational alcohol use, swearing, infidelity, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), bad dad jokes (I’m so sorry), a lot of tension, sexual and otherwise. It’s actually pretty vanilla.

a/n: I am weeeeeeaaaaak. t’s unedited. I promise I plan to go back and fix all the typos at some point this week.

Pairing: ksj x reader

Word Count: 10,888

When you open your eyes, you see Kim Seokjin beaming at you from across the cake, smoke swirling up between the two of you. You scoop up some icing from the cake and, in what feels like slow motion, wipe some of the blue sugar on Seokjin’s nose. You giggle at the sight of him. He sticks his fingers in and scoops up cake and frosting and wipes them across your cheek. Before it can evolve into a full-blown food fight, your mom gets between the two of you, giving you both a stern look. The two of you giggle, much to your mom’s chagrin.

Most of your memories of your childhood feel like this. The most consistent thing in your memories from your childhood is Kim Seokjin, his smile, his laugh, and the way you always felt safe around him. The two of you running around outside between your houses, in the same neighborhood but one street apart. Sidewalk chalk coating your fingers and your knees. Sweat trickling down your brows and skin turning red in the summer heat. Gloved fingers throwing snowballs in the winter months while giggles filled the crispy air.

The two of you were inseparable. That is...until middle school.

When you were in middle school, Seokjin asked you to go to the dance with him, and you were so embarrassed that you’d immediately rejected him. Both of your faces were bright red as you told him that you couldn’t be seen with him because everyone would think you were interested in him. You regretted saying it to him almost immediately, but the damage had already been done.

The two of you drifted apart after that. He avoided eye contact with you in the hallway at school, and you felt guilty but never enough to say anything about it. Seokjin continued living his life. You saw his name on the posters for school plays, running for class president, and always around with his friends laughing.

Of course you voted for him and quietly sat in the back of the amphitheater for every production he was in. You never told him. You never told your friends, but you loved him despite your selfishness. Your group of friends in high school never knew about how inseparable you and Seokjin had been, and you assumed his didn’t either.

In April of your junior year of high school, your parents told you that you would be going on a trip that summer to a home that they’d bought in Buan, near the Yellow Sea. You’d be spending the entire summer in South Korea, even though you hadn’t been there since you were a child. You were excited to be able to spend the summer in another country, but you were pretty bummed that you were going to have to spend the whole summer away from your friends, Gwangju the only big city nearby.

Even though you were apprehensive, at the end of May, you said goodbye to all of your friends and promised to message each other online every single night, even though you’d be in different time zones. You cried through the whole airport and even on the plane sitting next to your mom.

She just kept whispering, “shhh,내 새끼 (Nae saeggi), you will love it. We will have so much fun,” while she held your hand.

After a while, you fell asleep holding your mom’s hand, wrapped in one of those thin airplane blankets. When you woke up, you were landing in Korea. The rest of the day was a blur, but you will never forget the moment that you first saw the Yellow Sea. The mountains off in the distance creating a scalloped silhouette against the sky, and the water meeting the shore creating a whirlwind of different blues and greens. It felt like something shifted in you, like you were meant to be here.

When you went inside of the little blue cabin, your breath was taken away. The wooden cabin felt homey and comfortable. Your mom showed you to your room, and you were floored by the view from the bay window. You hardly even noticed that there were two beds in your room when you started unpacking your clothes. You tried to put the pictures of you and your friends all over the room along with small trinkets from your life back home. It started to feel like your own.

As you were about to settle in for a nap, you hear your mom’s voice in the kitchen along with a few voices that you recognize but can’t quite place. When there’s a young male voice, you start to put it together. Before your brain can even form his name, your mom pushes the door opened followed by the last person you expected to see here. Seokjin.

“y/n, the Kims have arrived,” your mom said like you knew that they were coming or something.

“엄마!! What are they doing here?!” You jumped up off of the bed straightening your clothing and smoothing your hair.

Your mother’s face flushed, and she flew across the room to you, pulling you close to her. She whispered in angry, fast Korean, and you only caught bits and pieces. You didn’t need to know exactly what she’s saying to know that you’d embarrassed her, and she was upset. Your face flushed, and you felt the warmth in your cheeks. Hanging your head, you look at the floor in front of Seokjin’s mom’s feet.

“I’m so sorry. I was just surprised,” you mutter, your tone ashamed.

“It’s all right, y/n. I imagine Seokjin and Seokjoong were surprised as well. We didn’t tell you kids that we would be spending the summer together,” she approached you, taking your hand in hers. “We will have a wonderful summer, dear.”

Your eyes met hers, and they were soft and caring. You felt a sense of comfort looking into her eyes. While you looked at her, you saw a small movement out of your peripheral. As the movement continued and the shuffling sound increased, you turned to see Seokjin being pushed by his father into the room, a stuffed alpaca under his arm. He dragged his rolling suitcase behind him and settled next to the second bed in the room.

“W-what is going on?” you stammered.

“Well, y/n,” she looked between you and Seokjin, “because there are only four rooms, you and Seokjin will share this one.”

“What?!”

You turned to your mom exasperatedly and stomp your foot. She’s looking at you with fire in her eyes. “You will share the room with Seokjin, and you will not complain.”

Your eyes met the floor again. “Yes, 엄마.”

You grumbled to yourself in your head, but you turned back to Seokjin, shot him a dirty look, and turned back to your bed. You flopped down with a heavy sigh and popped in your earbuds. There was nothing you could do about it, and you weren’t going to push your mother further about how it made more sense to you for Joong to share a room with Jin. Your mother and the Kims were more traditional, and, because Joong was the oldest, he had the right to more privacy and his own space.

The first night was a lot of huffing and sulking from both you and Jin. You made sure to sigh loudly any time that he crossed to your side of the room to hang his clothes or put away his shoes. After the initial shock, the two of you floated through your days near each other without interacting for weeks. You would go down to the water on sunny days, lying on the beach, swimming, and enjoying the heat of the Korean summer. On the rainy days, you would curl up on your bed and read the same book you’d already read because you hadn’t thought to bring more than one. Seokjin did his own thing, and you only ever saw him before bedtime.

One evening in July, you decided to come back early from the shore to shower and try to talk to your friends online. You lay in your bed, tapping away happily on your computer, looking up when the door opened. A yelp rang out from near the door. Your head snapped around and standing before you was Seokjin in a white bathrobe, face tinted crimson and long, slender fingers grasping firmly at the fabric to pull it closed around him.

“Oh god! y/n! You aren’t usually here at this time. I thought-” Seokjin stammered. “I didn’t...and you…”

Seokjin didn’t leave, didn’t move. He just stood in front of you. Your hands fly up to cover your eyes, and you scream “I’m sorry!”

After what felt like 10 minutes, you finally heard the door to the room shut, and when your eyes opened again, Seokjin was no longer there. You felt the heat in your face, and you weren’t sure what you were going to do to make things less awkward between the two of you. Seokjin didn’t come back that night; you assumed he begged Seokjoong to sleep in there. You avoided Seokjin for a week. If he was at the dinner table, you told your mom you weren’t hungry. If he came down to the beach, you suddenly needed to go send an email to your friends.

On the last night of July, you were watching the sunset over the water and behind the mountains. You were so rapt in the beauty of the moment, thinking about how it would be perfect to come here with a lover as an adult that you did here the person approaching you from behind.

“I think,” the voice started, and you jumped, “that we should probably figure out a solution to our mutual discomfort.”

Seokjin was now sitting beside you on your blanket. He pulled his knees up toward his chest, wrapping his arms around them. The long, broad-chested young man that usually inhabited Seokjin’s body was replaced by a boy, cradling himself. There was a vulnerability in Seokjin’s face as the pinks and oranges of the sky reflected off the surface of the sea.

“I’m totally cool with pretending the bathrobe thing didn’t happen if you are.” You nudged him with your shoulder. “Besides, I didn’t see anything anyway.”

His hand moved up and cupped the back of his neck. You could see a faint blush in his cheeks and on his ears. You rested your hand on his knee and tried to psychically force him to look at you with your mind, but his eyes stayed trained on the fading pastels in the sky.

“You know…” he paused as if trying to think of the right words to say. He shook his head as if deciding against what he was going to say. “What bathrobe thing?”

He laughed that unmistakable Kim Seokjin laugh and slapped his knee. But he still wouldn’t look at you, so you knew something was still weird between you. You turned back to the sea and watched as the sun dipped completely behind the mountains, painting the sky even more vivid with its reflections on the water.

“Seokjin, if something is still not okay between us-“

“Shh,” he cuts you off. Then the two of you sat in silence until the only light in the sky was the low-hanging full moon and the porch light on the cabin.

You didn’t want to be the first to move, so you sat still, staring at the sky speckled with dots of light. You couldn’t see the stars so well in the city, and here there was still light pollution. But it was nice to look up at the sky and see the hints of stars. Finally, Seokjin moved beside you.

When you turned, he was looking right at you. “You know that you really hurt me, right?”

“With the bathrobe thing?! How?”

“No, y/n, don’t be ridiculous. In middle school. When you told me that you couldn’t be seen with me? That hurt me so much.”

You were glad that it was dark enough that he couldn’t see the blush in your cheeks.

“Seokjin, I was just a kid. I didn’t mean to say that you weren’t worth being seen with.”

“Of course not. I’m very handsome.” You could hear the smirk on his mouth, the wink in his eye. “But we did everything together anyway. And I had the biggest crush on you. I thought that was my chance, and you just kinda stepped all over my heart. I’ve moved on, but we’ve never cleared the air. You never even said sorry.”

You thought back on the conversation and the days and weeks following, and you realized that you never really explained to Seokjin and certainly never said that you were sorry. You were the reason that your friendship changed. You were the one who did the damage.

“Seokjin, I’m so sorry for the things I said then. I know it’s been years since I did that, but I never meant to hurt you. It was my own insecurity. I thought that if I went to the dance with you that no boy would ever want to talk to me because they’d think you and I were together. Now, I realize that the only boy I wanted to talk to me was the one I pushed away.”

Your hand found his, resting gently on his thigh. You squeezed it three times, not breaking eye contact with him.

He shifted his body slightly, so he was turned more toward you. And you followed his lead. “I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, but it’s been so hard without you,” he whispers.

You didn’t realize how close he was until you felt his breath on your lips. “Seokjin, I’m sorry. I should have seen what was right in front of me.”

Your voice was wavering, and his eyes kept moving to your mouth. You were fighting looking down at his pillowy lips because you knew what would be inevitable if you did. But did you want to fight that? Or did you want to feel the way that his mouth felt against yours? His breath against your skin, close and intimate? Was this what you wanted?

“You really should have seen what was right in front of you. I’m so handsome; you must have been blind,” Seokjin laughed slightly from the back of his throat.

With his second mention in the five minutes of how handsome that he was, you decided that you were taking this far too seriously. Seokjin was joking and having fun, and you should have been having fun too.

Your body leaned in, moving even closer to Seokjin. Close enough that your nose could touch his cheek. You’d decided to let Seokjin make the final move. He closed his eyes and started moving toward you. Just as your eyes fluttered shut and you felt the ghost of his lips against yours, you heard an all-too-familiar sound.

“y/n! Seokjin! It is dark! Get inside now!” your mom shouted from the doorway of the cabin.

Both of your heads whipped toward where she stood, breaking any chance of a special intimate moment that you may have had together. You scrambled to stand up and put distance between yourself and Seokjin, and you yanked the blanket off the ground as soon as he stood up.

“Uh...y/n,” he started, trying to clear the air once again.

“Seokjin, it’s fine. Let’s not worry about it. We’re cool, right?” The words spilled so quickly out of your mouth as you started to walk quickly toward the house.

“Yeah. We’re cool.” His voice trailed behind you, in a slightly disappointed tone.

The rest of the summer had continued as if the moment on the beach never happened. Seokjin was around more and more with you, and the two of you started to feel more natural together again. It was like almost no time had passed. You picked on one another and shared secrets in the dark lying across the room from one another. One week, the two of you even adventured into Gwangju together, exploring Mudeungsan National Park and 1913 Songjeong Market. Gwangju was so beautiful, and you were so happy that you got to experience it with Seokjin.

When August came, it was time for the two of you to go back home and back to real life. You felt uneasy about what your relationship would be like, but you’d hoped that Seokjin would still be a part of your life.

It was a weird transition at first. You hardly spoke Korean at home, and you forgot that people wouldn’t initially address you in a language that you struggled with. Your friends had a hard time adjusting to Seokjin hanging out with you more often, tagging along to movie nights. Seokjin’s friends seemed happy to have you around, but he was very protective of you around his male friends, keeping a hand on your lower back.

Other than the initial awkwardness, slipping back into friendship with Seokjin was easy. You felt like you didn’t have to try as hard as you sometimes did with other friends. He already knew everything about you and your family and your past, and you knew his. The two of you were inseparable.

Seokjin was, of course, elected prom king, and you cheered wildly for him when they announced his name at the dance. He threw flying kisses at the whole crowd, and he turned to you and made eye contact, throwing a finger heart right to you and winking. You’d blushed deeply and turned away. You wondered why the hell you’d felt like that, but the moment passed. You let the thoughts that had been racing through your head go, never allowing yourself to dwell on them.

The two of you hosted your high school graduation party together and spent every moment of the summer together except when you went on a trip with your girlfriends to the beach.

Things started to change again between you and Seokjin when you went to college. He was studying film, and you were studying pre-law. Your course load was strenuous, even from the beginning. You’d chosen to take an additional class each semester in order to earn your paralegal certification by the time that you were a junior, so you could work in a law firm while you finished school. Seokjin was usually busy working on filming or editing or auditioning for something. The two of you had so much less time together than you used to.

You did make time to have dinner together in the dining hall once a week, and you’d catch up quickly on what you’d done over the course of the week. It didn’t last past the first semester though. One of you would cancel because you had a study group or a date or an activity off campus. And soon enough, it wasn’t expected anymore.

In your junior year, you’d started working at a law firm in town as a paralegal, and you felt like you were becoming an actual adult. You really enjoyed putting on your professional outfits to go to the office, when you’d spent the last two years in sweatpants with your hair in half-hearted messy buns. You felt like a professional. An adult.

Something that helped you feel even more like an adult was the young lawyer, Nam Joohyuk, who was just 6 years older than you, was the main lawyer that you worked with. He was so handsome that you couldn’t believe sometimes that he was actually a lawyer and not a model.

He talked to you like you knew what you were doing, not a complete idiot like the other lawyers did (which you felt like most of the time). He’d invited you to a couple of Happy Hours with the firm, which you had to pass because you still had coursework to complete. You couldn’t help the crush that you developed on him because he was handsome and kind and an amazing attorney.

In your senior year, you decided to let yourself have a little bit of fun because you usually said no to parties or anything that might interfere with your studies. You knew you had a lot to do, but a party or two couldn’t hurt.

One party was at a junior boy’s house, who you had met a few times. You went with some of your friends from your program, who seemed thrilled that you were going out for once. The house was packed with people, the air hazy and the smell of weed and cigarettes hanging low, creeping into your nostrils. People with red cups stood around while the loud music boomed in the speakers. As soon as you were deep into the house, you remembered why you didn’t like house parties.

You followed your friends, and you got a drink from the kitchen. A few of your friends disappeared into the crowd, looking for other friends or boyfriends or crushes. You stood awkwardly in the kitchen, unsure what you should be doing except drinking.

“I would never have expected you to be here,” a familiar voice half-shouts across the kitchen.

When you trace the voice back to the source, the shining, slightly red face of Kim Seokjin is staring back at you. You smile broadly, a little tipsy yourself. It was nice to see Seokjin’s face, and you were thrilled that someone you knew was here. As you looked up into his face, you could see that his eyes were glassy with the haze of alcohol, but you didn’t mind because he had such a warm smile that reached his distant eyes.

“Have a drink with me?” you asked, as you started to mix up another drink in your cup.

“Of course,” Seokjin responded, closing the distance between the two of you.

You stood together in the kitchen sipping the concoction that you’d made, which was not good, and catching up about what each of you had been up to. By the time your cup was empty, you had giggled so hard that your cheeks hurt. When you turned around to the counter again, you felt Seokjin’s body move behind you. His fingers wrapped around your waist, and the tips danced lightly on the skin of your tummy just above your pants. He buried his face in your hair and breathed deeply. You jumped a little at the contact, but you didn’t push him away.

You let him continue to touch your skin, and when his mouth found the delicate skin of your neck, you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped from within you. You pushed your ass back against him, and you felt his cock hardening in his jeans. The thought that his hardness was caused by you made your heart pound, and you felt the heat of the thought in your core. Your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, flitting tenderly through the wisps of hair there.

“y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled into your ear before biting down on the lobe. His tongue started to explore your neck and collarbone, and you moaned again, dropping your other hand to the counter to steady yourself. Seokjin’s hips started a small motion against your backside, rubbing your clothed ass to achieve some relief.

You turned your head slightly toward him, and his mouth found yours. Finally, you felt his soft lips on yours, moving slowly but purposefully. His tongue was sloppy and lazily exploring your mouth. This kiss, though drunk and sloppy, was absolutely worth the wait. You weren’t sure that you’d felt this aroused in months, desperate to have his hands on every inch of your body.

And then, as fate would have it, your phone started ringing loudly from your pocket. It blared the tone that you had set specifically for Joohyuk, and you couldn’t imagine that he would be calling you at 12am on a weekend unless it was an emergency.

You turned your attention away from Seokjin and held up a finger to him, trying to flash the most apologetic possible look to him. You scurried off toward the backdoor, answering the phone as soon as you were outside in the quiet and fresh air of the night.

“Hello?”

“y/n! What are you doing right now?” a slightly slurring Joohyuk asks.

“I’m out with my friends,” you half-lie, “what is going on Mr. Nam? Is there something you need from me?”

“Well...there’s one thing I need from you,” he giggles.

Was he drunk? What the fuck was going on? You were sure that he was far too professional to drunk dial his paralegal, and, besides, there’s no way that he was interested in you. You were just a dumb kid, and he was way out of your league.

“Mr. Nam, are you all right?”

Your concern seemed to shock him out of whatever weird mood he was in.

“Oh, y/n. I’m so sorry. It’s late. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He hung up, and that was the end of that conversation. Puzzled, you made your way back to the kitchen to find Seokjin. Much to your dismay, he wasn’t where you’d left him. So you shot him a text.

You: hey, are you all right?

Seokjin: yeah, I just needed to head home. I’m so sorry

You couldn’t tell what exactly he was saying sorry for, but you decided to let it go. You found your friends and told them that you wanted to head home because you were tired. Your head was foggy from the booze and the party and the weird phone call. All you could think about was the way that Seokjin’s lips felt on yours. His fingers on your skin. The warmth of his body pressed against yours. As you sat in the back of your Lyft home, you shivered thinking about the lack of warmth being shared with you now.

You’d tried to reach out to Seokjin several more times since the party but to no avail. Eventually, you’d figured it was probably just a drunken mistake that he regretted. If anyone asked you, you would have said you’d regretted it too. Even though you knew that wasn’t true. How could it possibly be true? So many almosts with Seokjin.

You continued to work at the firm, growing closer and closer to Joohyuk. The Monday after his awkward phone call to you, he had awkwardly apologized for the drunk dial and promised it would never happen again. You usually weren’t forward, so you had no idea what got into you. You smirked and responded, “well, I certainly hope it will.”

You’d blushed, dipped your head, and scurried away to the file room before he could respond. When you think back on it, that was probably the day your relationship with Joohyuk had shifted from strictly professional to more friendly. You were sure that being slightly rejected by Seokjin the weekend before had something to do with it, but you never told anyone about what happened in that kitchen that night.

When you graduated from college, your parents had hosted a graduation party with the Kims for both you and Seokjin. You were a little bit embarrassed that all of your achievements had to be shared with Seokjin, and you hadn’t really spoken to him since that night. The party was more for your parents than anyone else, so you let it happen.

That night, you drank a little bit too much, and by the time the party had wound down, you were drunk, sitting alone in the backyard.

“Hey,” Seokjin said as he plopped down in a chair next to you. He was holding a beer in his hand and wasn’t looking at you.

“Oh, hey. I figured you didn’t want to talk to me, so I kinda just minded my own business all evening.” You could hear the venom in your own tone, but you didn’t care because you had so many unanswered questions that you knew he’d never answer.

“Whoa, when did I ever say that I didn’t want to talk to you? I think I would remember saying that?”

The fake laugh that escaped from within you carried all the animosity that you were feeling. “You didn’t have to say it, Seokjin. You were too busy saying nothing.”

You cast your eyes to the sky above you, searching for any hint of stars in the sky, and, when you had no luck with that, choosing instead to lock your eyes directly on the moon.

“y/n, I-” he started.

“Save it, Seokjin. If you thought that kissing me that night was such a horrible mistake, you could have at least still been a friend to me. But you disappeared. Were you so ashamed of having kissed me that you had to completely cut me off?” The tears started to swell in your eyes, and you felt the booze heightening your sensitivity. You didn’t get up and leave, hoping he’d have some kind of explanation that made up for the past 6 months.

“y/n, it wasn’t like that. I don’t know how to explain it to you. I just...I was an idiot.” The sincerity in his voice didn’t make up for the betrayal and rejection that you were feeling.

“Yeah. You were,” you retorted as you got up and started to walk away from him.

“Please, wait!” he moved after you and grabbed your wrist. You didn't turn toward him, but you stopped walking.

“y/n, you have to know that I never meant to make you feel rejected or hurt,” he spoke softly and gently, with a delicate care like his words might break you. You’d hoped he would have had something better to say.

“Well, Seokjin, it may not have been your intention, but you did it anyway.”

You wiggled your wrist free of his grasp and walked away from him quickly. You made your way into the house and locked yourself in your childhood bedroom. Drunkenly, you sat on the edge of your bed crying into your hands.

Just then, your phone dinged from your back pocket. You half-expected it to be another apology from Seokjin, and your heart sunk when it wasn’t.

Nam Joohyuk: I am so proud of you for working so hard. In three years, you are going to be the greatest lawyer this world has ever seen. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your party. I got caught up writing these briefs.

You blinked the tears out of your eyes. When you were hurting, it seemed like Joohyuk just knew that you needed someone. He had a way of always being there to support you and tell you that he was proud.

You: Well, if you’re free now, I’m drunk and vulnerable. Come over?

You figured it was worth a shot, and, if he rejected you too, then you would be in the same boat you were already in.

Joohyuk: be there in 20

That was the night that you and Joohyuk first kissed. It was chaste and gentle in the front seat of his car. You’d tried to move further with him, your hand sliding over the belt around his waist. He had, seemingly begrudgingly, stopped you because he said that it would feel like taking advantage of you.

Instead, he took you to an all night diner and bought you pancakes, which you scarfed down. You hadn’t realized you hadn’t eaten all day, and that was probably why you were so drunk and emotional. He rested his hand on your knee as he sat next to you in the booth, and something about Joohyuk’s presence made you feel safe. You smiled up at him, a dumb drunk smile, and kissed him again.

Things with Joohyuk were always easy. You didn’t feel rejected or unwanted by him. You knew exactly where you stood with him. He was so nice and caring and sweet, but there always seemed to be something between the two of you. You really weren’t sure what it was.

***

Three years later, you were getting ready to graduate after a gruelly time working through law school. You had taken and passed all of your exams. You were in the top five students in your class, and law firms were already scouting you, though you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to do.

You didn’t tell Joohyuk that you’d been applying for some positions abroad as well because you weren’t sure how he would feel about it. The two of you had been together for the last three years since you started law school, and you were content and comfortable with him and your life together. You weren’t sure that you were happy, but he was supportive and loving. You loved him, right?

The week after graduation, you received a phone call from a law firm in Gwangju asking you to go to Korea and interview for a position in their main office, though they had satellite offices all over the country. You knew that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to interview for such a highly paid position at such a prominent office.

Breaking the news to Joohyuk finally was difficult. He stared at you confused and slightly hurt.

“But, y/n, I thought that you were going to stay at the firm with me?” he asked, softly.

“That’s still a possibility, darling, but I have to see where this opportunity could take me. Please support me with this.”

You’d tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, and he had smiled at you, nodding.

“Of course, I will. And maybe when you come back, we can take some steps in our relationship?”

The hope in his tone scared you, but you didn’t tell him that. You’d simply nodded and turned back to your computer to respond to the email you’d received from the firm. You weren’t sure that you were ready to take anymore steps with Joohyuk, but you knew that when you came back you would have decisions to make.

One week later, you were on an airplane, headed to Gwangju. You hadn’t been back to Korea since that summer in high school. Images played through your head of that summer, playing on the beach with Seokjin. You could see his face laughing in your mind, the sound of his laugh echoing off the walls of your skull. It was almost painful reliving the memories, knowing that your friendship with Seokjin had ended that night in your parents’ backyard.

Your visit to Gwangju wasn’t anything transformative. It was a typical interview, but you did feel like you nailed it. You spoke Korean with them, and, in your head, you patted yourself on the back for remembering to use honorifics, which your mother constantly yelled at you about the few months that you’d been here together. You explored the city a little bit after your interview, eating as much samgyeopsal and kimbap as you could shove into your mouth.

Since you were in Korea anyway, you’d decided to make the 2 hour train trip to Buan to visit the cabin. Your mom had been renting it out as an Airbnb while they weren’t there, though she and your father had gone a couple of times since you’d been there. When you told your mom that you were going to interview in Gwangju, she’d practically shouted that you needed to go to the cabin and make sure everything was all right there. She wasn’t sure that she trusted the housekeeper that she’d hired because the last time she’d been there, there had been some residue in the bathtub. You’d chuckled quietly to yourself at your mom’s impossible standards of cleanliness but promised you would check up on the place and clean anything that needed cleaned.

As you approached the front of the cabin, you had been flooded with emotions. Memories of your family, the Kims, and all the things that you had forgotten from that time. You unlocked the door and stepped into the still house. It seemed like it had been untouched since you’d been there seven years earlier. There were a few updates in the kitchen and different linens on the bed, but everything else was exactly the same. You stood in the bay window looking out at the sea, and tears trailed down your cheeks. You weren’t sure why you were crying, but you knew that you had some big decisions to make.

Even though you were the only one there, it felt weird to try to sleep in your parents’ bed or the Kims’ or Seokjoong’s, so you unpacked in the same room that you’d shared with Seokjin years before. You had planned on staying two weeks in the cabin and then returning home after you would hopefully know where you would be working. You napped curled on top of the covers of the bed and ordered dinner to be delivered.

The next day, you decided to open the bay windows and paint the mountains and the water. You set up the easel that your mother had reluctantly stored for you all these years and the watercolor paints that you’d brought with you. You put your headphones in and painted for hours, different color palettes and patterns, happy to drown out the real world for a day.

As you sat there, completely focused on the scene in front of you, you didn’t hear the door unlock or the man come into the room. He must have come from the other direction up the road because you probably would have seen him walk past your window. Then again, you were so focused on what you were doing, maybe you’d just missed him.

A hand was laid upon your shoulder, and you screamed, flinging paint everywhere. You knocked over the easel, painting splattering on the floor and the window. It took a moment for you to recognize the face that was behind you because you were blinded with fear. Soon your focus and concentration starts again, and you see Seokjin standing with a look of horror on his face.

“Kim Seokjin, what in the actual fuck are you doing?!” you screamed. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your breathing was heavy. You felt the tears start to swell in your eyes like they usually did when you were scared.

Seokjin crossed the small space between the two of you and wrapped his arms around you. You pushed him gently, but he kept his grip.

“y/n, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know that you’d be here, and I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Finally, you stopped resisting his embrace, and you fell forward against his broad chest. He held you like that for what felt like a lifetime, while your heartbeat slowed to normal and your breathing became more controlled. When you’d relaxed yourself enough and all the fear had melted away, you leaned back from him.

“So, seriously. What are you doing here? My mom said I’d have the place to myself.” You give him a look of consternation to let him know that you are upset that he ruined your plans.

“Oh goodness, well maybe your parents didn’t communicate. I came to Gwangju for an audition, and your dad asked me to drop by and fix a couple of things while I was nearby. I think your parents didn’t communicate,” he laughed softly.

“That, or they just didn’t care. They didn’t tell us we’d be here together last time either.”

You turned your attention back to the mess you made, and you slap your hand over your forehead. You begin to collect your brushes, palette, and papers from the floor, unsure of how you’ll clean up the paint.

“Hey, y/n, let me clean that up. It’s the least I can do since I almost scared you to death,” Seokjin offered, putting his hands on either side of your shoulders and moving you away from the mess. “Seriously, go take a bath or something and relax. I’ll clean this.”

You nodded and made your way to the bathroom on the first floor. You were glad that Seokjin offered to clean it because you were pretty upset that he’d spilled your paint and ruined your painting in the first place. You took a long bath, soaking in the warm water and letting some of your stress dispel into the water. This was the first moment you’d taken to actually relax since before you finished your exams for law school.

When you’d finished your bath, you walked out into the main area in your bathrobe. You smelled the smell of Galbi, Kimchi Jjigae, and Mandoo. Your mouth waters at the aroma that fills the room. You wander into the kitchen, and Seokjin turns when you clear your throat. His eyes widen as he sees that you are clad only in a bathrobe. He clears his throat and turns his eyes back to the pans in front of him.

You giggle. “Now, we’re even on the bathrobe front, Seokjinnie.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. What bathrobe incident?”

The two of you laughed together as he continued to work over the multiple dishes that he was making. He seemed happy to make traditional Korean meals, and the way that he furrowed his brow as he tasted the soup made you smile. Something about seeing him in his element like this made your heart soften like butter left on the counter too long.

He plated up the dishes for the two of you, and you sat on the high bar stools at the counter eating the delicious creation he made. You had giggled as he slurped his soup and told dad jokes while he ate. You had forgotten how much you’d loved moments like this, and it was so easy to slide right back into things with Seokjin even after years of separation. There was still a pang in your heart each time you looked at him for the things that had gone unsaid for so long.

After eating, the two of you cleaned the kitchen and all of the dishes and then moved to the living room. You sat on the couch together talking and giggling. You didn’t even realize that you were still in your bathrobe as you sat knee-to-knee with Seokjin. Looking directly at him, you noticed a few flecks of blue paint settled on his cheek next to his mouth. Not realizing you were staring, you leaned toward him to get it off, your fingers moving up toward the flawless skin.

“Uh...y/n?” Seokjin asked in a hesitant voice.

At that moment you realized exactly what this looked like. To him, it looked like you were looking at his mouth, leaning toward him, bringing your hand up to his cheek. Oh my god! He probably thought you were going to kiss him.

And that’s what brought you to this moment, sitting next to him, face scarlet, hands in your lap.

“Seokjin! It wasn’t like that. You have…” you can’t even bring your mouth to form the right words.

He’s giggling watching your face blush and taking in all of your features. His hand grasps yours between your legs and squeezes it three times. You look up at his face, even though you feel shame and embarrassment from the miscommunication.

“I should have texted you,” he says, looking down at where your hands meet. “I just didn’t know what to say. I figured you’d only done it because you were drunk, and I felt like I had taken advantage of you in a vulnerable state.”

When his words process in your mind, you realize that he had been thinking the same things that you’d been thinking about the night at the party. You and Seokjin had never communicated about it, so you each thought the other regretted that moment.

“Seokjin, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that. I thought that you were ashamed of what you'd done and that you’d only done it because you were drunk!” you exclaim, shifting toward him.

You see him smile and then his eyes widen as his eyes land on your chest. He chokes a little, and you finally look down at yourself. Much to your embarrassment, your bathrobe has shifted, slightly revealing your breast, areola clearly visible. Your nipple is hard against the thin, white, silky fabric, and you, once again, feel the heat in your face. It feels like everytime that you are with Seokjin, you are blushing about something. You pull the fabric back tight around you, covering all of the skin you’d accidentally exposed.

Seokjin shifts awkwardly, rips his eyes away from you, and stares at his hands in his lap. He starts giggling to himself. You’re already embarrassed enough, you can’t believe that Seokjin is laughing at you.

“Hey, y/n,” he starts. You are terrified of what he’s going to say. “What do you call a pop star with huge nipples?”

He continues giggling as you look at him baffled. Your jaw drops, and no words will escape your mouth.

“Areola grande.”

He laughs his windshield wiper laugh and slaps his knee. You chuckle softly. Leave it to Seokjin to make a dad joke when he’s just seen your breast. You shove him with your shoulder and stand up to head to your room to get dressed. Seokjin watches you leave the room, and he looks slightly disappointed as you disappear around the corner.

You poke your head back into the main room and shout back. “Hey, the other girl I met a girl with 12 nipples.”

He gives you a confused look, but there is a grin starting to spread across his face.

“Sounds weird, dozen tit!”

You giggle so hard that you snort, and you throw your head back in laughter. Seokjin bolts off of the couch toward you. His arms snake around your waist, and he pulls you close to him.

“That’s it,” he growls at you. “I need you, y/n. Is this okay?”

His lips hover just over yours as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear like a fucking movie. You nod vigorously, and he immediately slams his mouth into yours. It’s passionate and wild, and his teeth catch your bottom lip. You moan softly as he releases it and use your tongue to search his lips and his mouth. Your tongues are dancing together in your mouths, as your hands explore each other. His hands slide up and down your hips and your ass outside of your bathrobe.

He pulls back from you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Why are you so fucking perfect?” he asks.

Before you can say anything in response, his mouth is one yours again. You can feel all of the longing that you’ve felt to press your mouth against his since that day on the shore seven years ago. You needed him then, but you need him even more now. Everything in your life is changing, Seokjin is always there. He is the constant in your life.

Your fingers slide under the back of his shirt, and you feel his taut skin stretched over his muscular back. The heat building in your core is undeniable, and you pride yourself on not being shallow, but fuck if Seokjin’s body isn’t amazing. You’ve wanted to see it ever since that day you saw him in his bathrobe. You wanted to see the chest underneath, his nipples, the skin of his thighs, his shoulder blades, his belly button, and, of course, his cock. You’d imagined what all of it looked like in your head more times than you would ever be willing to admit. You want to savor these moments because you’d been waiting so long. That day in the kitchen, you’d gotten so close, but now you think it might be your time.

You hesitate for a moment, realizing that Seokjin could disappear again at any moment. He must feel the pause because he pulls back from you.

“Is everything all right, y/n? Are you not enjoying this? Oh my god, did I read this wrong? Were you just looking at me like that because I’m so handsome?”

You laugh, once again. It seems like you’re always laughing when Seokjin is around. “No, I was actually looking at you like that because you have paint on your face. But I want this. Please Seokjin. I want this.”

You stare up at him, trying to project all of your desire into your gaze, and it must work because he groans and pulls you closer against his body. He presses his lips to your neck and your collarbone.

“Why don’t we take this to our shared childhood bedroom?” he asks as he pulls away and winks.

“When you say it like that, it sounds absolutely disgusting,” you retort, shoving him again.

You lead him by the hand into the bedroom, and, once inside, you undo the tie on your robe. It stays on your shoulders for now, and your finger seductively beckons him toward you. You swear you hear a whimper come from him, and he closes the distance between you.

His fingertips are smooth against the skin on your sides as he slides them beneath your robe. You take that moment to push your fingers up under the front of his shirt and yank it over his head. He shakes his hair out and pulls you even closer to him. The skin from your chest meets the skin on his, and the skinship makes you immediately melt.

Your mouth traces along his collarbone, leaving small nips and bites along the way. You sink your teeth into one of his shoulders, and he inhales sharply but doesn’t stop you. You smile to yourself. Your fingers struggle slightly with the button on his pants, and he laughs slightly, bringing his own hands to help you.

He slides his jeans down his hips and stands before you in his black boxer briefs, hard cock clearly straining against the cotton fabric. Your jaw drops slightly as you see the size of the bulge, and you look up at him, with a look that could probably only be described as wonderment. He chuckles and loops his finger under your chin. He pulls your mouth to his for a gentle kiss, and you can’t believe that you’ve waited this long to experience all of these things for the first time.

You slip your robe from your shoulders, standing before him completely exposed. Your nipples are hard with arousal and the slight chill in the air. You feel yourself pinching your shoulder blades together, trying to make your breasts look more young and perky because you know that gravity has already started taking them. Joohyuk once commented that both your nipples pointed downward in an offhand joke, and you hadn’t been able to look at them in the mirror since.

“Holy shit,” Seokjin mutters. He leans into your ear, kissing the lobe softly. “Relax.”

Even just the simple action of him being impressed and turned on by your body makes you feel so much more comfortable with him. You can’t wait any longer, and you slide your hand into his underwear. As your fingers slide around his girth, you feel how soaked you are, the slickness sliding down your inner thigh. Seokjin groans as you slowly stroke him under his underwear.

His hands trace a path up from your things to your breasts. He takes each of your nipples between his fingers and rolls them gently. The stimulation causes you to arch your back and moan. You aren’t sure how you are growing even wetter with his ministrations.

“Seokjin, please. I’ve waited so long. I need you.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer. He slides his boxer briefs all the way down his hips and steps out of them. He picks you up and lays you down gently on his bed. He climbs on top of you, kissing gently on your collarbone, chest, and finally on your mouth.

“You have no idea how badly I want this,” he whispers against your lips, and your heart jumps in your chest. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”

You chuckle to yourself. “Jinnie, I don’t think I’ll last long either. But we have a lot of time.”

You hadn’t called him Jinnie since you were kids, and the pet name seems to soften his expression slightly. He dips his head to kiss you again. He grips his cock around the base and aligns himself with your entrance. You draw your knees up on either side of him, wrapping your ankles around his back. When he pushes into you, you gasp. The way that his cock stretches you plus the anticipation of this moment makes your eyes flutter shut. He slides slowly into you, burying his cock inside of you.

After you’ve adjusted to him, Seokjin starts to move his hips quicker, establishing a rhythm that drags against the spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back slightly. With Seokjin buried inside of you, nothing else matters. All you can remember is the sensation between your legs and the way that Seokjin’s body feels on top of you.

Seokjin’s breathing is ragged, and you feel yourself coming upon an orgasm already. You couldn’t believe that your emotions could affect your sexual sensations so much, but you didn’t want to spend another moment without Seokjin inside of you.

“y/n, you’re so fucking tight. Fuck. You’re fucking perfect,” Seokjin huffs out against your neck.

“Jinnie,” you trail off as you feel yourself pulse around his cock. Your mind goes blank and all you see is whiteness in your mind. It’s like your mind has been completely purified of all the darkness that existed inside of you, and you tumble over the edge of your orgasm. You feel all the tension and stress of the last few months melting into the mattress as Seokjin thrusts inside of you.

His cock twitches, and he’s moaning your name over and over while he paints your walls with his hot cum. You topple into another orgasm as you feel him filling you up. Nothing has ever felt more worth the wait than having Seokjin’s cum inside of you. Soon the two of you come down, and your sweaty bodies stop moving together.

He lies on top of you for a little while, crushing you slightly, but you don’t mind too much. You’re too happy to care about being squished. If you weren’t his completely before, you certainly were now. You can’t imagine spending another day without Seokjin in your arms and in your bed. But that, of course, means that you have to end things with Joohyuk. For now, you just wanted to cherish this moment, trying not to let yourself think about the possibility that Seokjin didn’t feel the same way.

The next several days, you and Seokjin spent cleaning and doing projects around the house. You also made love in every single room of the house. You went to the beach and watched the sunset like you did as teenagers. Everything felt new and wonderful. In the middle of the second week, you got a call from the law firm in Gwangju officially offering you the position. They gave you two weeks to think about your decision and get back to them.

You wanted to take it, but you had to talk to Joohyuk first. It was unfair of you to fuck someone else while you were with him and accept a job in another country without telling him. You put thoughts of your boyfriend out of your head and focused your attention on the man who you’d spent the last two weeks with nonstop. You were so fond of Seokjin, but you weren’t quite sure where he stood. You didn’t want to push him and end up pushing him away. You enjoyed the time that you had with him, and when it was time for you to leave you kissed him for an hour before you finally had to call a taxi or you’d miss your flight.

Back home, everything felt surreal. It didn’t feel like your own life anymore. You had moved out of your university apartment after law school, so all of your stuff was at your parents’ house. You expected that you’d probably move in with Joohyuk when you graduated, but now, even if you weren’t with Seokjin, you were sure that you didn’t want to be with Joohyuk. You weren’t ready to break his heart, but it had to happen.

You called him and asked him to meet you at your parents house. When he arrived you met him in the front yard, and he ran to you, picking you up and spinning you around in his arms. You laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to make this situation less uncomfortable. When he put your down, you decided to just rip off the bandaid.

“Joo-” you started.

“Before you say anything, I want to get a good look at you and ask you something,” he interrupts.

You stand awkwardly before him while he admires you, and suddenly, you feel dirty for what you’ve done. You didn’t even really consider that what you’d done with Seokjin had been cheating. You just thought that it had been fulfilling your destiny, doing what felt right, what was inevitable. But with Joohyuk looking at you with love in his eyes now, you realized what you had done had not just been realizing that you didn’t want to be with him. You had cheated. A lot.

After he stares at you for a minute, he drops down to one knee in front of you.

Oh fuck.

“y/n, you have made me so happy these last three years, and I’m hoping that you’ll-” he gets cut off by the sound of someone out on the street.

“Seriously, y/n?! Seriously?”

It’s Seokjin. He has pulled his car over to the side of the road, and he is looking at you exasperatedly.

“No! Seokjin, wait! It isn’t what it looks like!” you shout, while Joohyuk looks up at you bewildered.

“Oh, so you aren’t currently being proposed to by another man after you spent two weeks having sex with me in Korea?”

Joohyuk’s smile drops off his face, and he looks between you and Seokjin over and over. He’s clearly confused and hurt and disappointed.

“It’s not like that, Jin. I was about to tell him.”

“What?” Joohyuk blurts out.

“Whatever,” Seokjin shouts dejectedly and drives off.

Tears start to spill from Joohyuk’s eyes. “I’m going to get off my knee now,” he mutters.

“Joo, you have to know that I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry. I realized that I wasn’t happy, and I know now that I want to take the job in Gwangju. This isn’t what I wanted for my life. I just want to be happy. Can’t you see that?”

You feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. This is not how you pictured this conversation going.

Joohyuk looks at you deep in the eyes. “All I can see is what this night could have been.”

He stalks off toward his car and drives away from your parents house and from your life. You know that you fucked up bad, and now the man that was the only one who could make you happy is gone too. You don’t know how you’re going to convince Seokjin that you were trying to break up with Joohyuk, but you decide to take the night to think about it.

The next day, you’ve formulated your plan, and you are ready to execute it. Your mom asked Seokjin’s mom for the spare key to his apartment, and, because the two are so close, she gave it up right away.

You knew that Seokjin would be out all day, running errands that his mom asked him to do. You really had an amazing ally in his mother. You snuck into his apartment, with all of your supplies in two paper grocery bags, awkwardly carrying one on either side of your hips. You worked for hours getting everything ready.

When Seokjin’s key slides into the lock, you are standing in the living, surrounded by pink flowers and fairy lights. It takes him a moment to process what is in front of him, but when he sees you, he looks slightly disappointed. It’s okay, you kind of expected that.

“Don’t you have a fiance to hang out with?” he asks with acid on his tongue.

“No. I don’t,” you state blandly. “And I hope that you’ll give me two minutes to explain.”

“One minute,” he responds, like you knew he would.

You take the game hourglass timer that you have in your hand, turn it upside down, and place it on the table.

“When I hooked up with you in Buan, yes I had a boyfriend, and I did cheat on him with you. I was unhappy with him, and honestly, I didn’t realize that it was because I’d just been waiting for you all these years. When you saw us, he had come over to propose, but I had invited him over to end things with him. He’s nice and caring, but he isn’t you. You’re all I want, Seokjin. I made a mistake, and I hope that you can forgive me and give me a chance. I ended a three year relationship because I was so hopeful that things would work out with you that I couldn’t stand to put that in jeopardy by being in a relationship. But I messed it up anyway”

The last of the sand falls through the hourglass as you glance down at it, and you look up at him. His expression is hard to read because it is so stony. The two of you just look into each other’s eyes for another moment.

“You swear it’s over with him?” he asks.

“Of course. You’re all I want, Jinnie.”

“y/n, you have no idea how badly I want to be with you, b-but I have to tell you something first.”

You feel the tears starting to build in your tear ducts, but you force them down. “Tell me, please.”

“I’m moving to Gwangju at least for a while because I was offered a role in a K-Drama, and I’ve accepted it. If we were to be together, it would be long distance, and you know how that goes.” His hand goes up to the back of his neck, and he diverts his eyes from yours.

“Okay, well, two things about that.” You can hear that your tone sounds sarcastic, and you laugh to yourself in your head. “First of all, you and I could make a long distance relationship work, I believe that with my whole heart.”

“y/n, it’s so hard. With time zones, everything is just extra challenging. I’m not sure that’s what either of us want.”

“Well, let me finish then,” you retort. “Second of all, I accepted a job offer at a law firm in Gwangju, so I’ll be moving to Korea in two weeks.”

Seokjin’s jaw drops. “Shut the fuck up.”

“I will not.

A smile spreads across his features. He strides across the room to you, picks you up in his big arms, and presses his mouth against yours. You kiss for several minutes, Seokjin’s arms wrapped around you.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening making love on the couch and talking about your plans for living in Korea and adjusting to Korean culture. You feel so overwhelmingly excited that you have Seokjin finally and that he will be the person who is with you as you enter this new chapter of your life. You decide that you have some time to work out the details, and right now, you just want to be with each other.

That night when you are lying in bed, your head rests on Seokjin’s chest. He pushes your hair out of your face, like he does, and he looks down at you.

“Hey, y/n?” he whispers.

“Yes, my wonderful Seokjin?”

“How long have the moon and earth been together like this?”

You aren’t sure what he’s saying. You open your mouth to respond, but you see on his face that he’s doing something.

“You’re my planet. I’m just a moon to you. I’m just a little star for you that lights up your heart, but you are my earth. All I see is you.”

You start crying again. How does he say the sweetest things like that like it’s nothing to him?

“I love you, Seokjin,” you whisper up at him.

He wipes one of the tears from your cheek and presses it to his lips. “I love you too, y/n.”

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The Joker x Reader - “Ashes”

After The Joker’s daughter accidentally drowned, his relationship with Y/N fell apart: they were guilty of failing to protect what they loved, blaming each other and themselves to the point of no return. The sole palpable proof of Emma existence is her ashes encapsulated in glass pendants her parents wear and that’s hardly a memento able to help in such a difficult situation. Ashes are not meant to bring people together.

“Happy Birthday, Pumpkin Pie,” The Joker grumbles. “Here’s Charlie: I thought you would like to see him,” he places the purple hippo on Emma’s headstone.

Today his daughter would have been 4 years old. Instead of the usual party filled with laughter and presents he’s at “Eternal Peace” cemetery early in the morning for a different kind of festivity.

J never celebrated birthdays before yet once she showed up in his life the anniversary got a fresh new meaning: Y/N ensured that The King of Gotham was aware of how lucky they both were to have her. And he did learn to care about that tiny being he created who first called him something similar to “dada”, then a cute “da’y” and finally the word he craved to hear every single day until she was gone: “daddy.”

Being a father thought him a couple of things, but the most important was quite stunning: the index finger from his right hand wasn’t only meant for using a trigger; it was also his child’s soother.

Emma would keep it prisoner when she slept from an early age; of course all babies do it although in this case it didn’t go away once she got older.

And he misses that…

A lot.

Actually, he would give up on a robbery or anything that involves him holding a gun if she could clutch to his finger one more time.

That’s how much he misses The Princess.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt,” Frost gets him out of trance. “There’s movement at the South gate. We have to go…”

J snatches the plush animal and follows Jonny on a path behind the crypts when a woman walking on the alley leading to Emma’s grave catches his attention: although she has a red wig and sunglasses on, her disguise doesn’t fool him. It’s Y/N.

She’s carrying a small cake and intensely stares at the pavement, unaware of her surroundings.

The Joker can’t really tell what she’s doing once in front of the tomb, nevertheless he guesses she’s singing “Happy Birthday” while wiping the tears strolling down her cheeks.

He didn’t see Y/N in about 4 months. They went to the cabin by Moon Lake after Emma’s drowning and things were so rough he left immediately. She never followed, called or texted.

J didn’t either.

Why bother? They were guilty of failing to protect what they loved, blaming each other and themselves to the point of no return.

Today is extremely difficult to deal with, especially since the catalyst binding them vanished forever.

The sole palpable proof of Emma existence is her ashes encapsulated in glass pendants her parents wear and that’s hardly a memento able to help in such a difficult situation.

Ashes are not meant to bring people together.

***************

After 2 Hours

“Hi,” The King of Gotham drags his feet on the porch and takes a sit on the chair next to yours.

“Hi…” you whisper, surprised to spot him after such a long absence.

Complete silence, then he utters:

“I’m here for the cake,” he points at the sweet treat resting on the wood table: vanilla- strawberry combo, your daughter’s favorite.

“Are you?”

“Yeah, I crave the taste…”

You lean over and cut two slices, sharing Emma’s birthday cake with her dad. It’s really painful to swallow the morsels knowing your baby can’t; it seems J is in the same boat.

“I can’t make anybody happy…” The Clown mumbles under his breath and the randomness of his statement makes you wonder what’s going on in his mind.

“Me neither… Sweet Pea was happy, wasn’t she? She was a happy kid…”

The Joker moves his plate towards you, hissing:

“She was and she would still be with us if instead of flirting you would have watched her!”

“… … W- what?!...” you glare at him, astonished he has the nerve to pop up and hurt you in such a manner. “Since when talking to somebody is flirting?! Where were you, huh? Where were you??? In your goddamn office plotting more schemes in order to get more money because nothing is enough!” you raise your voice and burst out crying in the next second. “She was ours to protect, the only treasure that mattered! I just… I just took my eyes off her for a few moments, I had no idea my baby was drowning in that pool …” you keep sobbing at the horrible memory, heartbroken. “I could have save her…Why didn’t I…?…”

The Joker can’t understand what you’re saying anymore, yet he doesn’t reply to your accusations or remorseful confessions.

How could he?

He’s equally responsible for Emma’s demise but it’s easier to attack her mother.

You abruptly get up and rush inside the cottage, abandoning J to his own demons. He doesn’t know if he should bail or stay, thus he continues to gaze at the lake numb to everything.

Still… The quietness is becoming unbearable so he finally gathers the strength to stand up and search for you.

“Y/N?...” he shouts. “Where are you?”

Silly question since the cabin is a little area with a kitchen/living room combo, one bedroom and bathroom: easy to find what you’re looking for.

No response but the shower is on which queues him Y/N must be there.

The Joker approaches the bathtub, unwilling to remove the curtain and talk to you face to face.

“It was my fault too…” he admits a fact that tormented him since the accident. “I should have kept an eye on her… I couldn’t predict she’ll sneak out to play by the swimming pool… I would give away a fortune if I could fix it… Do you believe me?...”

You sniffle and cover your mouth, trying to avoid his trap: if you engage, he will probably bite more and that’s the last thing you need.

“I have Charlie in the car; I thought you might want him tonight,” J reveals the true purpose of his visit. “Drop him off tomorrow at 3pm, I’ll be at the warehouse on 17Th Street. You can’t have the toy, it belongs in her room…”

You hear his steps receding and gasp for air, completely crushed by despair: the agony of grief is stronger than any consolation a stupid purple hippo could offer.

But it was Emma’s favorite and The Joker is willing to share a token of what you both lost; now that you think about it… you really missed Charlie…

**************

Next Day, 2:05pm

“Where’s everybody?” you mutter whilst entering the code at the gates. Usually there are at least 8 henchmen guarding the fence and no sign of them so far. You drive up the unpaved alley, curiously checking out the landscape: same trees, bushes and trucks you’re familiar with, except you can’t discern a single goon patrolling the perimeter.

You honk to get the crew’s assistance without any success and you wonder if The Joker tricked you; I mean, you should have seen it coming: he is probably attempting one of his convoluted strategies to punish you for the tragic past.

You stop in front of the building, intrigued to notice it appears deserted.

Suddenly, a powerful blast shakes the ground and you watch part of the roof collapsing on the north side; a few windows shatter also.

You jump out of the car, totally confused at the strange occurrence.

“Hello?” you yell. “J???”

There’s smoke coming out of the opened metal door and you hesitantly walk in the warehouse, coughing at the suffocating odor.

“J?...” you scream. “J!!!!!”

A faint knock in the distance prompts your attention.

“Y/N!!”

“J??” you run towards the source of the noise only to find him under rubble next to the south entrance. “Oh my God!” you kneel by his feet buried under bricks. “What happened?!” The Queen frantically removes debris as he groans in pain.

“Explosives, that’s what happened. Shit, I think I fucked up my legs!”

“Where are the guys??!!” you inquire, managing to free his feet enough for him to move.

“I gave them the day off,” The Joker’s explanation puzzles Y/N. “Hurry up, please!! Another detonation will follow shortly!”

“Jesus Christ!” you quicken the pace and push the last bricks out of the way. “Can you stand?”

J rolls on his side, unable to comply.

“No, you’ll have to haul me out of here!”

“Come on!” you place your hands under his underarms and start pulling. “The exit is right there!”

You huff while straining to get to safety as The Clown aims to aid by lifting his body off the ground as much as he can.

“Behind the truck!” he urges once you’re out of the premises and you barely have time to hide behind the vehicle when a second bang levels half of the construction.

“This didn’t go according to plan,” J admits in a low tone, panting a storm after the ordeal.

You asses his wounds, pressing on the ankle and he immediately growls.

“The bone’s fractured,” you wipe your sweaty forehead. “What plan?”

“It’s actually your fault for all of this; I told you to swing by at 3 o’clock. You’re early!”

“Huh?”

“You were supposed to come when I told you then boom! Before you reached the building it would go up in flames: you would flip thinking that I’m dead and then I’ll show up and ask you to come back home. You would be so excited to see I’m alive you couldn’t refuse. Yet you ruined everything: you appeared out of nowhere, I panicked and messed up: you know I’m not good with this stuff!!”

You can’t even process the plot he’s throwing your way.

“What kind of plan…”

“I just told you I’m not good at this stuff,” he interrupts. “You know I’m not.”

You touch your chest, baffled at the ridiculous story.

“My pendant!” you exclaim when you realize the chain is not around your neck anymore. “It’s gone!” Y/N desperately searches the grass. “My baby, where’s my baby?” you part the green lawn on the verge of crying. “I can’t find my pendant! Maybe I dropped it the building,” you whimper and prepare to flee when J grabs your jeans, firmly holding on.

“Don’t go; the poles might cave in and whatever is left standing will squash you!!”

You don’t comprehend why he’s so worked up and his plea catches you off guard:

“Don’t go! I’ll give you half my ashes, ok?”

The Queen debates on The King’s proposal, conflicted by his candid offer.

After all, if ashes tear people apart, how come they can’t bring them back together?

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My Love For You (Finale) Pt. 3

Requested: Imagine H being really in love w y/n celebrating his daughter birthday at Anne’s and everyone realising that Harry has found the one OMG THS IS REALLY CHESSY I LOVE IT

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and angst.

Word Count: 13k+

A/N: I cried a bit when I wrote this part too. I hope you have enjoyed this mini series as much as I did writing their relationships. (P.S) These songs inspired this part so enjoy listening to them! 💕💓

Series Playlist:

Meet Me in The Hallway - Harry Styles

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly, Ed Sheeran

Saving My Love For You - Whitney Houston

A week later after Y/N’s and Harry’s little get-together or date, Harry’s birthday came around.

Y/N was in the kitchen baking a carrot cake that Harry mentioned was his favorite. Y/N didn’t have to bake a cake for him, but she wanted to.

**//**

As soon as she finished baking the cake and frosted it, she went to the shower to freshen up and get ready so she could head over to Harry’s house.

The present was at hand as it was sitting on the kitchen island next to the cake.

She grabbed everything and walked out of her little apartment and stood at the bus stop so she could arrive to the mini birthday celebration.

Meanwhile in Harry’s home, Evie was jumping around on the sofas excited that Y/N was going to come over to celebrate Harry’s birthday.

“Y/N is coming! She’s coming, she’s coming, daddy!”

“Lovie. You sound more excited than me!” He exclaimed, his hands on his hips as he continued watching Evie hopping on the couches. “Please sit down, Evie. You know I don’t like you jumping on the couches.”

Evie obliged and sat down on the couch. Before Harry could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and Evie stood right back up and started hopping on the couch again.

Harry sighed and walked over to the door, “Oh, Evie.” He sighed.

He opened the door and there she was. Y/N was seen carrying a white cater box and a small present bag.

“Oh, love. Let me help you with that.” Harry requested. He held onto the white cater box and Y/N walked in the lovely home and put down the present on the dining table.

Once she closed the door behind her, Evie came running at her and hugged her legs.

“Y/N!”

“Evie! Hi, lovie! How are you, bub?” Y/N asked, her arms wrapping around the small child.

“Good! I haven’t seen you!”

Y/N laughs and sees Harry come from the kitchen and smiles brightly at them.

“It’s only been a week… I think.” Y/N says as she thinks to herself when the last time they’ve seen each other.

“I’m happy.” Evie smiles.

“You’re happy I’m here?”

Evie nods her head as Harry touches his chest and looks offended.

“How ‘bout me, lovie? I don’t make ya happy, eh?” Harry mocked.

“I love ya, daddy. You always make me happy.” Evie’s smile causing Y/N to smile.

“I love you too, Evie.” He said. He landed a kiss on Evie’s forehead and gave her a high-five. “Now can I take Y/N from you for a bit, yeah?” Harry asked. His sights going up to meet Y/N’s eyes.

Harry took Y/N’s hand in his as Y/N’s face was burning up when Harry held her hand, just like when they were dancing last weekend.

“Have ya eaten, love?” He asked. His hands already having a plate ready for her so she could serve herself.

“No. Not yet.” Y/N said after clearing her throat.

Harry gave her the plate and guided her towards a pot of spaghetti and macaroni salad. Y/N served herself and went towards the little kitchen island and hopped up on a stool.

She started eating the spaghetti as Harry was looking through the fridge getting a water bottle, and a soft drink.

“Not sure which one ya wanted, but here you go, love.” Harry set the soft drink and the water bottle in front of her.

“Thank you, Harry.” Y/N thanked, as she smiled up at him.

Harry sat there typing on his phone, he noticed Evie came into the kitchen and started attacking him with tickles.

Y/N couldn’t resist to let out a fit of giggles as she was eating her spaghetti.

“Don’t lovie!” Harry exclaimed his arms protecting his sides from Evie’s mischievous little fingers.

Evie continued giggling and tickling Harry as Harry was now running, trying his best to get away from Evie.

Y/N continued to eat as she watched Harry and Evie running around the house. As soon as she finished eating, she went to the sink and put the plate in the sink and started to wash the dishes she used.

“Hey, Y/N! Come here to the living room.” Harry called out as Y/N was now drying off the dishes and putting them where they belong.

Y/N walked herself towards the living room and enjoyed the view of Harry and Evie having an intense tickle fight.

Y/N was leaning on the wall and just admiring the happy father and his little daughter.

“Y/N! It’s your turn!” Evie yelled out as she ran towards Y/N her hands already ready to tickle.

Harry ran towards her quickly and stopped her,

“No, no, no, lovie, she jus’ finished eating. Maybe another time, yeah?” Harry told her as Evie looked up and held Y/N’s hand.

“Can we play something then?”

“Sure thing, lovie. What would you want to play?” Y/N smiled down at her.

“Cars and then coloring?” Evie suggested.

Y/N, Evie, and Harry all went to Evie’s room and waited for Evie to get all her little cars out, coloring paper and coloring supplies.

They first played with the cars and then moving on to coloring.

Before Y/N finished her drawing, Evie showed her the drawing that she just finished.

“Y/N! Look, its you, me and daddy.”

Y/N looked at the drawing and the three little figures. It was her, Evie and Harry. Harry and her were holding hands and Evie was next to Y/N. Evie put so much detail in it that her face and Harry’s were both looking at each other admiring each other. Evie’s little figure looked forward, smiling. It was so illustrated, each color, each facial expression showed so much emotion and especially in her’s and Harry’s. Was it really this obvious?

“It’s pretty, lovie. You’re great at drawing, sweetie.” Y/N smiled as she only looked at Evie, ignoring Harry’s eyes as much as possible.

“I think it’s time for the cake. And then presents.” Harry suggested as he got up from sitting on the floor.

Y/N waited until Harry was out of the room and she got up along with Evie following suit.

“You sure you liked me drawing, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course, lovie. I adored it.”

As soon as Y/N and Evie made it to the kitchen Harry was busy looking for candles in the drawers.

“Harry? Let me and Evie put on the candles, yeah? Y/N encouraged as Harry sat down on a stool.

Y/N and Evie both had a different numbered candle in their hands and put them on the cake.

“You’re going to be twenty-six right, Harry?”

“Yeah, I’m gettin’ quite old if I’m being honest.” Harry smiled.

“You’re granddad now, daddy!” Evie laughed and tickled Harry’s side.

“I guess I am, lovie.”

Harry picked up Evie and walked towards the cake with lit candles.

“Make your wish, Harry.” Y/N told him, as she stepped aside and grabbed her phone and took a couple pictures.

Harry closed his eyes and Evie closed them as well when she noticed that he closed them.

Harry didn’t know what to wish for. His last birthday wish came true, so he was definitely positive that this wish was going to come true too.

Harry blows the two candles and opens his eyes and feels Evie wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Evie exclaimed, smiling brightly at her dad.

“Thank you, little Evie.” Harry smiled back and poked Evie’s little dimples, as Evie did the same to Harry’s.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” Y/N said. She walked towards the two.

“Thank you, love. Thank you for the cake. Ya didn’t have to bake it yourself.”

“It’s no worries, Harry. I wanted to.”

Harry put Evie back down on the floor and brought Y/N in his arms.

This hug, this right now was a dream. They both didn’t know it but they enjoyed this physical contact, it wasn’t much, but it was something.

“You’re a precious beauty, Y/N. You know that?” Harry whispered in her ear. “You’re jus’ so special, love.” Y/N smiled. Hiding her face on Harry’s chest, pleading that her face wasn’t bright red from all these compliments.

“You’re the beauty, Harry.” Y/N whispered back to his ear. “Happy birthday.” Y/N said as she reached up to kiss his cheek and released herself from Harry’s arms.

“Evie do you want some cake, lovie?”

Evie jumped up and down signaling Y/N that she wanted a piece.

“You Harry?”

Harry was still flabbergasted by the kiss. It wasn’t the first kiss that Y/N gave him, but today was just… different. Both of his hands ran through his hair as he looked away from her, feeling his face heating up.

“Uh… Yeah, um. Jus’ a moment, Y/N.” He replied back. His hand on his beating heart as he tried to regulate his breathing to a minimum pace.

Fuck, why do you make me feel so breathless. Can I just tell you how much I love you now?

Harry was now calm and joined Y/N and Evie as they were both busy laughing at something that Evie said.

“That piece is yours, Harry. The biggest slice out of ours.” Y/N smiled as Harry returned the smile.

Harry sat next to Y/N and took a bite of his carrot cake.

“Mmh, this is really good, Y/N.” Harry said after taking another bite of the cake.

“Thank you. You got some frosting in the corner of your lips.” Y/N added. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned the frosting.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Harry smiled his eyes staring down at her lips and up to her precious eyes.

They both went back to eating their cake as Evie looked to them both and smiled. She hopped off the stool, leaving Y/N and Harry alone, and she went to the living room and turned on the tellie and watched some cartoons.

**//**

After they finished eating their cake Y/N grabbed the little bag that had Harry’s present in and handed it to him. He took it and sat down on the couch next to Evie.

“I got you this. I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Y/N smiled as Harry looked at the bag in his hand and took out the little tissue paper that was sticking out from the bag.

Once all the tissue paper was out, he took out a little book, a sketchbook that had a little design embedded on the cover of the sketchbook. Harry was about to hug her but Y/N motioned for him to continue looking through the bag. As he did so, he got out a black newsboy cap. It felt so soft in his touch, the fabric just felt comfortable and it looked nice.

“Did you like them?” Y/N asked. Her sights on the newsboy cap in Harry’s hands.

Harry smiled and brought her again in his arms and she felt that familiar little nook in his arms where she loved tucking her head in, oh, how she loved hugging him.

“I loved ‘em, love. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to give me anythin’.” Harry told her, as he smelled her perfume in her loose hair. He unwrapped his arms and moved to sit back down on his spot.

He put on the little newsboy cap on and hid his eyes under the brim of the hat and tilted his head up on the couch cushion and pretended to sleep.

“I might have to use this when I go to sleep, love. It’ll keep the light out.” Harry teases as he continued having his eyes covered by the brim of the hat. Before Harry could let out a fake snore, Y/N gently punched Harry’s arm.

“You better not, Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she started tickling Harry’s side. Evie saw this and went to tickle Harry’s other side.

“No, lovie! Y/N, love, stop!” Harry exclaimed as he tried to block Evie’s and Y/N’s hands from tickling his sides.

Evie, Y/N, and Harry both continued to tickle each other. Harry managed to keep both Evie’s and Y/N’s hands away from his tummy and ran towards the bathroom and locking himself in. Y/N and Evie followed suit, but they decided they were done with the tickle-fight and promised Harry that they weren’t going to try to tickle him.

Harry walked out of the bathroom and went in the living room finding Evie and Y/N both watching a cartoon together.

Two hours of watching cartoons, Evie started to get a little tired from watching the tellie. She cuddled in between Y/N and Harry. Her legs were curled up and an arm lied on Harry’s stomach.

Harry was going to carry her to her bed so she can feel more comfortable but she said ‘no.’ Evie stayed between them. Y/N moved a strand of Evie’s hair away from her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Evie.” Y/N whispered.

“Goodnight, my little bub.” Harry whispered as well. He kissed her forehead and went to the closet and grabbed a fluffy blanket to cover her with.

Harry spread the blanket on her and as he was doing so, Y/N got up from the couch and moved Evie’s body so she would be more comfortable.

“I think I’m going to head on out, Harry.” Y/N said, as she rubbed her eyes a bit and let out a yawn.

“You sure, Y/N?”

“Yeah. It’s getting quite late.”

It was barely eight, but around that time Evie was already put in for the night and Harry was usually wide awake at that time.

“Okay, love. Take some food with you. There’s still a lot of spaghetti and macaroni salad left.” Harry assured as he walked towards the kitchen and went to grab a tupperware.

“Uh, sure. Don’t put in too much, Harry.”

“It’s no problem, love.” Harry smiled as he continued filling up the medium sized tupperware.

As soon as Harry finished filling up the tupperware he put it into a little bag and handed it to Y/N who was standing near the kitchen island.

“Here, love. Let me go grab your jacket.”

Harry went on ahead and walked towards the coat rack and grabbed Y/N’s coat.

Harry helped Y/N to put on her coat and they walked towards the door.

“I would give you a ride home, but I don’t want to disturb Evie by putting her in her car-seat.” Harry said as he looked behind him as Evie was sound asleep.

“It’s okay, Harry. Maybe another time?”

He was definitely thinking of seeing her again.

“Be careful, love. Get home safely and let me know when you get in your apartment, yeah?” Harry reminded. Y/N walked closer to the door and she turned the knob as she was ready to leave.

Harry got close to her. Y/N turned around and looked up to lock eyes with Harry. They were close, just like the other time when they were dancing. Was it going to happen now? Or will it never happen, thought Y/N.

They both didn’t know. Both craved the taste of each other’s lips. Was it selfish that they both wanted to kiss each other and run their tongues along each other’s lips? Was it just too selfish to ask for more physical contact? They didn’t care, but all they anticipated was a glimpse of physical contact.

Harry got even closer and cupped Y/N’s cheek as Y/N leaned into his touch, he cupped the other side of her cheek as Y/N had her eyes closed and opened them again staring at those mesmerizing green eyes that she adored. Harry leaned forward almost touching Y/N’s nose. He leaned even closer, and he went for it. He kissed her lips and pulled her closer to him if that was even possible they were literally molded into each other. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and released his lips from her and took a deep breath. He set his forehead on hers and ran both of his hands in Y/N’s hair. Y/N moaned and did the same to Harry.

“Y/N.” Harry whispered his hands moving down to land on her shoulder.

Y/N didn’t say anything back she just hummed in response, she didn’t know what to say. The kiss, everything came so fast that she didn’t want to ruin it by saying something that would probably end the moment. But she had to, it was getting late.

“I’ma go, Harry.” Y/N gasped out, her breath short and heart beating way too fast.

Harry caressed her cheek and kissed her lips one last time, well actually two more times because he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Sweet dreams, love.”

Y/N walked out the house and walked towards the bus stop. Butterflies swirling around in her belly, a feeling that she hasn’t experienced in a long time.

**//**

Y/N arrived to her little apartment and went to bed right after she did her daily night routine. Before she even closed her eyes she messaged Harry. She kept deleting each sentence that came into mind and couldn’t make up her mind what to send him. Should she say goodnight? No she already said that before she left his house. Does she say see you soon and then goodnight, or should she mention the kiss? She cleared her mind and just sent another goodnight message and told him to sleep with the angels.

While Harry was in bed his phone’s screen lit up and he picked it up and saw a message that YN currently sent him.

Once he read the small, but meaningful message, he sent one back and put his phone on his nightstand and went to sleep peacefully. His last thoughts regarding Y/N and that kiss that they both shared before she left.

*2 Weeks Later*

It was February 15th, Evie’s anticipated birthday party was finally here. Harry was home alone getting everything ready for the party later in the day. Evie was at her grammy’s house because Anne wanted her there before her birthday party started, so Harry took her the day before.

Harry was making macaroni salads and making some vanilla cupcakes for dessert.

He couldn’t believe that today was his little baby’s birthday today, she was going to turn four and it didn’t feel like that much time has passed. He still remembers the day she was born and her big first birthday party when she turned one. Four years have passed that quick. Just in a couple months Harry is going to have to send her off to grade school, and he wasn’t quite keen on the idea of sending her to school yet. He loved the little bub too much that he would probably miss her running around in the house and causing some mischief. But he knew that he had to let her grow up.

As for Y/N, she was getting ready as well. Harry sent her a message a couple hours before she woke up. She was currently wrapping the present that she was going to give Evie. A coloring book and some paint supplies and colored pencils. Evie has always expressed how much she enjoyed coloring and even painting. Y/N was excited to see Evie’s reaction after seeing the two things that she got her and to be honest, Y/N was excited that she was going to the birthday party, she adored Evie with all her heart and just loved her to bits each time Y/N came over to their house. A wonderful little girl that has captured Y/N’s heart and she didn’t mind it at all.

**//**

Y/N was dressed and ready to go to the party. Harry sent her a message that he was coming by to pick her up before they headed out to his mum’s house.

Harry quickly messaged Y/N that he was outside of the apartment complex. As soon as Y/N walked out of the exit of the complex, she got in his car and smiled brightly at him. With just a smile they were both off to Harry’s mum’s house.

The drive was quiet, a comfortable silence invading the space in the car. Y/N and Harry didn’t mind it at all, they were both comfortably looking at the road. Both didn’t know what they were, they weren’t even sure if they wanted to ask each other what they were now after that kiss they shared after Harry’s birthday. They were both scared what they were going to become. Harry was afraid that it might not work out and Y/N was swirled with all these questions that if she actually was capable of loving him and if they were going to work, they both felt iffy about the whole thing.

**//**

“Mum, Gemma! Where’s my little bub?!” Harry exclaimed as he set foot into the comfortable house.

There was no answer but there was a sound that Harry recognized too well. Running footsteps were heard near the living room and Harry looked over the direction of the footsteps and saw little Evie running towards him, her arms open.

Harry hugs Evie and he kisses her on the top of her head.

“Happy Birthday, bub.”

Evie thanked him and looked over her shoulder and looked at Y/N.

“Y/N! You came!” Evie exclaimed as she was now hugging Y/N’s legs.

“Of course I came, lovie. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Y/N stood up from hugging Evie and followed Harry through the little hallway of the house.

It was basically full in the house, well outside of the house. Kids and adults were all outside having the time of their lives, laughing and kids playing ball. Once they made it to the kitchen, there was a woman that looked very familiar to her. She wasn’t sure if she’s seen her at a market or somewhere else, but she felt like she knew her for some reason.

“Mum! I would like you to meet someone.” Harry said, as he looked behind him and caught Y/N’s eyes.

His mother! No wonder she looked familiar. Harry was basically a copy of his mother.

“Hello! I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” Y/N greeted. She shook her hand in hers and smiled.

“Y/N! Harry has talked about you so much. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, love.” Harry’s mother added. “My name is Anne.”

Y/N nodded as Anne smiled at her and went back in the kitchen to finish up what she was doing.

“Y/N, love, can you help me with these trays? I have to put all of this food on those big trays.” Anne asked, as she pointed at the big trays on the counter.

“Of course.” Y/N replied back and moved into the kitchen to help Anne with the food.

Meanwhile, Harry went outside and said hello to everyone else and thanking them for coming. He walked towards his sister and tickled her side.

“Bloody hell!” Gemma exclaimed, “Harry?! When did ya get here?”

“Jus’ now, Gem.”

“Always bothering your sister, eh?” Michal chuckled.

“Oh stop it you!” Harry smiled, “It’s jus’ a tease.” Harry assured.

“Who’s that with mum?” Gemma said as she looked through the kitchen window.

“It’s- She’s a friend.” Harry muttered out.

“She got you all stuttery, love.” Gemma smiled. She looked at Harry, his eyes looking through the kitchen window.

“Yeah, she does.”

**//**

Y/N and Anne finished with putting food in the big trays. Anne was busy doing something else and told Y/N to go outside where Harry was at.

She didn’t go outside though, she was wandering in the living room looking at the many portraits that were displayed on the wall and on the shelf of the tellie. She came across a picture of a little girl and a much younger little boy than the girl. Pictures after pictures she saw were all there out in display. It was an art gallery of family photos and it felt very welcoming.

“Y/N?”

Y/N put a frame down and looked behind her, a smile on Harry’s face. A woman and a man walking alongside him.

“Y/N, I would like you to meet my sister. And this is my brother-in-law.”

Gemma walked towards her, “Hi Y/N. I’m Gemma, Harry’s big sister.” Y/N shook her hand and smiled at her.

“Hi, I’m Michal. Gemma’s husband.”

“It’s very nice to meet you both.” Y/N smiled. “Thank you for having me here. Everyone here is just wonderful.”

“Of course, love! You’re always welcome.” Gemma beamed, as her and Michal held hands.

“I’m going to find the birthday girl and give her her present.” Y/N beamed as she started to walk towards outside.

Gemma, Michal, and Harry all nodded. Harry looked between Michal and Gemma as they sent him mixed signals.

“What is it?”

“You like her don’t you?” Gemma asked.

“No.” Harry said. He smiled a second after he said it and looked at Gemma who had a smile.

“You do!” Gemma exclaimed.

“Aww, mate. You’re in love.” Michal added, as he softly punched Harry’s arm.

“No. I don’t like her that way- it’s jus- fuck, I don’t know.” Harry elaborated.

“Go for it, Harry. I know that you might not-,”

“No, Gemma, I can’t. I don’t think I’m ready for it.”

**//**

After everyone ate their food, Evie’s grammy brought out the cake and candles. Anne called for Harry and Y/N to join Evie so they could be beside her while she blew out the candles. Once the candles were lit, Evie smiled. Her big green eyes stared at the purple and pink undertones of the cake and took a bit of frosting. Harry and Y/N laughed, they both looked at Evie and pulled the cake a little towards her and waited until everyone finished singing to her.

Evie blew out the candles and took two swipes of frosting and slightly dragged it across Harry’s and Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as she got one last swipe of frosting and ate it. Harry, Y/N, and Evie were all laughing, they looked like a proper family. They all looked happy which caught the eyes of Harry’s family.

“Look at them, mum. They’re both happy. That’s the happiest I’ve seen Harry. She’s good to them.” Gemma said, her smile never leaving her as she continued looking at her little brother and Y/N.

“She is isn’t she? I just hope Harry gets his opportunity with Y/N.”

She was happy for Harry. The only times she remembers the last time she saw her son happy was for each birthday party they threw Evie. There were even times that when Anne wanted to come over and celebrate his birthday but he always told her he was busy designing or just didn’t really want to go out. But with Y/N he seems different, not in a bad way but in a way that she got her son back. Ever since the death of Evelyn, Harry seemed distant from the family for a bit. Anne and Gemma didn’t blame him for it, it was natural for taking time for himself to heal from the death of someone that was so close to him and someone that he gave his whole heart to. Anne and Gemma even thought that part of Harry went with Evelyn. He was there but he wasn’t fully there, which terrified Harry’s family.

**//**

After the cake was cut and everyone else went to back to their conversations. Harry went inside holding onto Y/N’s hand. He was leading her towards a guest room where he hid the present that he got for Evie.

“I hope she likes it. I know she’s been asking me to make her this for the longest and I just feel like today is the day to give it to her.”

Harry brought out a little green dress. Jewels adorned the bottom seams of the dress and the short sleeves were ruffles and loose. The dress looked like out of a Disney Princess film, little and big jewels looking like specs of water drops or little stars falling from the sky.

“She’s going to love it, Harry.” Y/N smiled, her hand landing on his shoulder. “It’s a beautiful dress.”

Harry wasn’t nervous about Evie liking the dress but he just wondered what her reaction would be when he pulls out the second present.

As Harry and Y/N entered the living room, Evie was playing with her cousins that were around her age. Luna and Danny were twins and they were always together. They are just one year older than Evie, so she is always hanging out with them because they’re the only cousins that are close to her age.

“Lovie?” Harry called, “I need to show you somethin’.”

Evie stands up and walks herself towards Harry and Y/N.

“Yes, daddy?”

Harry smiles and bends down so he could be at eye-level with his little bub.

“I got you this. I hope you like it, bub. Happy Birthday.”

The little gift bag is set on the floor in front of Evie. She looks at her dad then to Y/N. Y/N nods her head telling her to open it.

So she opens it. A small yellow box was in her hands as she concentrated on opening it. When she does, she sees little bundles of baby bananas. She squeals and jumps up and down finally wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck.

“You remembered, daddy!” Evie beamed, her smile never leaving and hops never depleting.

“Of course, bub. Why would I forget?” Harry smiles as she brings Evie back so he could look her small face.

“Tank you, daddy!”

Evie thanks her daddy with kisses to his cheeks and tickles to his tummy. Harry was happy that Evie was happy, he was just so darn happy about this about everything in general.

Evie came back to the little box and grabbed one baby banana and started to eat it.

“It’s so gooooooood!” Evie chuckled. She grabbed two more little bananas and walked towards Luna and Danny and offered them some. They gladly took them and started eating them along with Evie.

“Evie, I have one more present for you, bub.” Harry added as Evie looked behind her watching him grab a little bag behind him.

“I made you this.” Harry hands Evie the little bag as she takes it and narrows her eyes at him.

“Is it a pony?” Evie asks as Harry smiles and gives her a peck on her forehead.

“I don’t know Evie. Open it and see.”

Evie opens the little bag once again and takes out a soft cushion like object. It’s wrapped in green tissue paper so she can’t really see what the object actually is. She rips the tissue paper apart and looks down at what has revealed itself to her. A green little dress that she has asked her dad a couple months ago. She didn’t really think he was listening when she was describing the dress to him, since at the time he was busy sewing up a shirt.

“You listened daddy?”

Harry laughs a small smile appearing, “I was always listening, bub. Even though I was busy finishing a shirt, I was listening to each exact detail you wanted for this dress.”

Evie’s eyes start welling up with tears. Evie doesn’t usually cry but when she does, it’s usually times when she’s overthinking and overwhelmed.

“Tank you, daddy.”

“Oh, bub, why are you crying?” Harry asks as he tries to comfort her by rubbing her back and giving her kisses on her cheeks.

“You were doing somethin’ else. I thought you forgot.”

“Oh bub. I wouldn’t ever, lovie.” Harry said, his head resting on her back, as he tried to calm her.

“I love you so much. You’re growing up so fast, Evie.” Harry added his voice cracking from the mixture of emotions soaring through him.

Harry eventually calms Evie down by telling her to put on her dress.

Minutes later she comes out wearing her little green dress. Jewels sparkled under the dim light of the living room lights.

"You like it, Evie?" Harry asked his smile slowly appearing when he sees Evie smiling her dimples coming to life.

"I love it daddy!" Evie exclaims. She runs towards Harry and hugs him once again. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "I love you Daddy."

Y/N admired from a distance. She was sitting on the couch adjacent to them and smiled as Evie and Harry were both bonding.

She admired everything. Harry and Evie being happy and she adored that about them. Harry has been a great father even though she has only known him for nearly a year. And she loved everything about it.

"Evie, baby. Did you want a cupcake?" Anne said as she stepped into the living room, her hands holding a cupcake in each hand.

"Yes please, grammy." Evie added. Harry let her go as Evie ran towards Anne.

"Lovely dress, bub." Anne looked at Harry as he smiled at her. "Did your daddy get it for ya?" She softly tickled Evie’s side as she giggled in a fit of laughter.

Evie nods her head from not being able to sound out a word. Anne gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“Love you Evie. Can you give your grammy a kiss?” Anne asked as she made a kissy face that made Evie giggle again.

Evie kissed her on the cheek. Anne started to walk away but before she could she set her hand on Y/N’s right shoulder smiling down at her. Y/N returned the smile back, as she looked back at the wonderful woman with soft, kind eyes.

**//**

“Okay Evie, last one. And only throw Haribo, darlin’.” Harry encouraged as he kept his mouth open so he could catch the little gummy bears.

Evie was about five feet away from him, she was in position.

Once in a while they would play who would be able to catch food in their mouth. Harry only let Evie throw food in his mouth because he was scared if he threw food in her food, she would either choke on it and he didn’t want that for Evie. Evie always told him that she was going to be fine, but Harry disagreed and told her to wait until she was older.

So Evie throws the little gummy bear, Harry leans to the right and catches the gummy bear, arms up as he celebrated. But he stopped celebrating when he tasted the flavor that he disliked.

“You gave me the green one?” His eyes squinted, as he tried to get rid of the taste by drinking a bit of water.

“‘Cos I know you hate them daddy.” Evie grinned, as she plopped one gummy in her mouth.

“You’re funny Evie.” Y/N added, her hand out in front of her as she asked Evie for some gummies.

“Funnier than daddy!” Y/N, and Harry laugh as Evie was bouncing up and down.

Harry and little Evie continued eating little gummies as Y/N joined in the fun. Y/N was going to ask Harry something that she thought she wasn’t going to ask until later, but now is good as ever.

Before she could open her mouth and ask him, Gemma came into the living room.

“Hey Y/N, would you mind if I take Harry out of your hands?” Gemma asked as she went over to Evie and picked her up.

“Oh, uh, sure.” Y/N responded back. She looked down at her hands. Harry was still sat on the couch trying to decipher what Gemma wanted him for.

Y/N got up as Gemma kissed Evie on the cheek before she put her back on the floor. Gemma sent Evie and Y/N a smile before they both went outside. Right when they were outside Y/N started playing with Evie and her little cousins.

“So what is it you want to talk about, Gem?”

“Mom sent me in to talk to you, Harry. She can see, I can obviously see it, and I am guessing everyone else can too.”

While Y/N and the kids were playing, Harry watched them play from the big window.

“She seems nice.” Gemma interrupted the silence.

“She is innit?” Harry smiled to himself

“You fancy her? Am I right?” Gemma inquired, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re always right, Gem.” Harry sighs, his attention now at Gemma.

“Have you asked her yet?”

“About?” Harry furrowed his brows.

“How you feel towards her. I can tell that you love her, Harry. Just the way you felt towards Ev-”

“Evelyn. I know.”

“Harry you don’t need to feel scared about telling her it’s just… I think it would be good for you if you tell her how you feel.” Gemma encouraged.

“I don’t want to talk ‘bout this, Gemma. I will tell her eventually.” Harry said as Gemma felt the slight change of atmosphere.

A strict feeling of sadness and regret, but Gemma didn’t want to mention anything. She was sure that he was probably feeling this towards after she mentioned Evelyn. Her name always brought his grief and beautiful memories that he shared with her, but he knew it was time to close that chapter of his life and begin a new one, but he wasn’t ready to start afresh. Some things are just too frightening to start again.

“Okay then. How is little Evie? Has she done anything mischievous?” Gemma asked as she tried to change the subject of their talk to something more enlightening.

“When isn’t she not doing somethin’ mischievous? That little bub will always continue doing mischief.”

“Any stories to tell?”

“Maybe how I got the chance to meet Y/N.”

**//**

“That’s how you met? Little Evie always embarrassing you huh?” Gemma laughs, as she took a gulp of her wine.

“That little one will always be the death of me, but I love the little bub.”

They were now in a little room where Anne had couches at, making it seem like a mini living room.

Gemma didn’t want to annoy Harry about speaking of Y/N. She wanted to see him happy again. He is happy now, but before Y/N came into the picture she noticed a different aura about him. Everything seemed more approachable and there were days that he would call her about Y/N and tell her how wonderful she is and that he was thankful for getting to know her and Gemma was happy for him.

“I know you’re going to get annoyed about this but we have to talk about Y/N, Harry.”

“Okay then. Do you want me to tell you that I love her or that I think about her everyday? Or the time I wished she was at the house hanging with me and Evie? I think about her all the time and drives me crazy every fuckin’ day, Gem. What if she doesn’t love me back? What if she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with someone that already has a child? What i-,”

“Harry, you really think that? Why do you think she has stuck around this far? You two have known each other for a year, right? If she has stuck around this long then I think she feels something towards you.” Gemma stated, her eyes holding empathy. “I think you’re afraid to love again.” Gemma finalized as Harry looked at her, his eyes holding so much emotion.

“I’m scared, Gem. I’m afraid to love her. I don’t want to feel regret. I loved Evelyn and I thought I was never going to feel love again. She told me to move on, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.”

Harry stared down at his fingers, he played with the rings that were on each finger and then rubbed his nose.

“Harry, nobody is ready for a relationship. I think you should just tell her and see what happens. It might be good you never know, love.”

“I'm scared Gemma. I'm really fuckin’ scared.”

“Harry, love. You need to find someone to love again. Life is too short to let opportunities like these slip away. She’s right there Harry, just tell her how you feel.”

“And if she doesn’t feel the same towards me what am I going to do? I’m going to lose a friend and Evie loves her too much too. I can’t lose her like this.”

“You have to tell her how you feel, Harry.” Gemma told him. She knew deep down that Harry wanted to tell her how he felt towards her, but she also understood that it was his decision to tell her or not.

“I don’t know if I can. I love her, yeah. But I am afraid to lose Y/N. I’m afraid to lose her and not see her again anymore. I can’t ask her, I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t risk anything. I love having her around and she is the sweetest woman I’ve met. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful too. Her eyes, her laugh everythin’ ‘bout her is just beautiful.” Harry described.

He was honest about everything. He loved Y/N, but telling her how he feels towards her felt wrong. He wasn’t expecting falling in love with someone now and he never had the thought of falling in love. He felt guilty being mad in love with someone else. He did promise Evelyn that he was going to find someone else to love, but he just did it because he didn’t want Evelyn to go without being at peace with him. He feels guilty for loving someone else because his very first love was Evelyn. He loved Y/N, but he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. He knows that it has been four years that Evelyn passed away but he can’t shake the feeling of loving someone else.

“I can’t love her, Gem. I jus’ can’t.”

What Harry didn't know was Y/N was behind the closed door. She went back to the closet to get her purse and her light coat near the room where Gemma and Harry were both talking. She didn't mean to eavesdrop but Harry did mention her during their conversation and when she realized what they were talking about, shocked her.

She had deep feelings for Harry and she always knew that, but she never told him anything. All she wanted to do was to leave the house and not look back.

Her heart was ruptured. Tears started to brim in her eyes, they were threatening to stain her cheeks and wash away fifteen minutes of her makeup. He really had the audacity to say that he doesn’t want to love her? Hearing that made her lip quiver, made her eyes watery making it hard to decipher the room she was in as she started walking along the long hallway. But she didn’t let the tears go down, no, she wasn’t going to let him see her like this she wasn’t going to stand there and let him comfort her and tell her he’s sorry. He knew what he said and there was no going back.

But once she was ready to open the entryway, the room that Harry and Gemma were in opened and revealed Harry and Gemma right behind.

“Y/N?”

Y/N didn't answer back she looked ahead of her and didn't want to look behind her and face Harry. He can't see her like this, her eyes welling up with tears and her bottom lip still quivering. She had to leave with no explanation.

So she did. She walked away as fast as she could. Thankfully her Uber was there already so she got in and once she closed the door, the driver drove off. Y/N ignored the yells of Harry running behind her trying to call her back so he could explain to her, but Y/N ignored him. All she heard were muffled cries in the far distance.

She knew they weren’t exactly official, but it hurt hearing Harry say that he didn’t love her the way that she would want him to love her. It’s silly to think that being caught up from Harry not loving her, but it hurt. It hurt more than slowly peeling away a band-aid. She was so hurt, she went directly to bed trying to forget the whole night. She tried, but the whole night she was tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep, the only thing in her mind was Harry.

**//**

The next morning was like no other. Y/N woke up late, her eyes puffy and light red from crying all night and from the lack of sleep. She was in her bed as she looked at the time and saw she had fifteen minutes to get ready to go to work.

She usually doesn’t work on Sundays, but today was an exception, she was forced to because the company was getting some major improvements with other companies and so the boss asked her best workers to stay for work. Good thing it was a half-day because she did not feel like being surrounded by her co-workers in a time that she wants to be alone in her apartment and watch sappy movies.

**//**

“Y/N? Are you all right? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday. How did it go?” Cami asked as she closed the door behind her as she stood at the entryway.

Y/N nodded as she pretended to be concentrating on the paperwork on her desk.

“I’m great. I just fell asleep and forgot to tell you about yesterday, sorry Cami.” Y/N let out.

Cami knew Y/N was lying, they have been friends since they both entered in this building together. Cami knew when something was bothering Y/N and it was obvious that something was bothering her, either it was about yesterday or something else that she had to get out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Are you sure?” Cami narrowed her eyes at her, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Y/N nods her head and Cami takes that as a hint and walks out of Y/N’s little office.

Later on the day Cami and Y/N both ignored each other, they were both busy working on the paperwork they were given. Cami knew something was wrong with Y/N, so she texted Y/N if she could stop by her apartment and bring dinner with her.

**//**

“He said he doesn’t love me, Cami. How am I supposed to feel about that?” Y/N whimpered, “I know it’s silly of me ever thinking that we were going to be in a relationship, but it hurts when you start gaining feelings for someone and hearing that person saying they don’t love you. I don’t know if I should just forget about him and move on with my life.” Cami sat next to her and brought her in for a hug.

“Y/N, I think you should talk to him. I know you might want to ignore that because you’re so stubborn sometimes, but just talk to him.” Cami encouraged her.

Cami has never been in a relationship with someone, but when someone close to her that she loves is struggling with circumstances like these she is open to tell them about her thoughts. Cami just wants to see Y/N happy, she’s noticed the smile she gives off once she steps into the building. Something or someone was making her feel happy whenever she glanced at her phone. She knew Harry was making her happy and she knew that they had to work it out and see where it takes them.

“Just please talk with him. He makes you happy, darling. You don’t want someone that makes you happy walk away from your life ever. I know that you know that you love him more than anything.” Cami confessed. “Please let me know if you ever talk with him about what you are feeling. It’s best for the both of you.” Cami finalized.

And so Cami stayed over at Y/N’s apartment trying to get her to say everything she was feeling and let out all the pain she currently had. She wished that Harry and her would resolve this, but she knew it was on them to come forward and talk it out. Cami was hoping for that day to come and just hoped to see Y/N happy again. That’s all she wanted… she hoped for her best friend to be happy again.

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*1 Week Later*

Harry was sitting on the couch alone, he was watching a television series that he wasn’t even paying attention at. Evie was in her room sleeping since it was barely 6:30 in the morning.

He didn’t have anything planned for today, since he was still unemployed and was living off the last paycheck he received from his last job. He was still looking for a new job, but there were still other fashion designers that weren’t interested in hiring him.

He was also sitting on the couch because he’s noticed that’s the only place where he can think over what he is going to do or what he wants to do, but he is too afraid to go for it. What he wants to go for is going to Y/N’s place and explain what he meant. He knew he was being harsh and rude when he let those words slip out of his mouth, but he had to fix it one way or another. He knew he had to go to her and explain himself and hopefully they can work it out soon. He thinks he will be brave enough to tell her, but he wasn’t going to her just yet.

A couple days later, he called Gemma if Evie could spend the night there again. Harry took Evie there and kissed her goodbye before he left and called his mum and asked her if she could meet him at the coffee shop that they always went with Gemma on special occasions. This meeting was far from that, but there wasn’t any other place that Harry would feel comfortable other than that coffee shop.

“Thank you for meetin’ me mum. I know you were busy with the cats.”

“It's alright my love, the cats are fine, just had to feed them.” Anne said as she sipped her tea. “Now. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

“I think I love her mum.” Harry spoke quickly, as he looked at his mum her reaction not changing.

“Love who? Y/N?” Anne asked as a smile started to form.

“Yes. I haven't talked to her since after Evie's birthday party.”

“My love, you have to tell her how you feel. You can’t keep this between yourself. Did I not teach you to be honest with people, my love?”

“Yes Mum. I jus-”

“Harry. You need to go to her and tell her how you feel. She might even share the same feelings towards you.”

“I want to mum, like I really want to tell her, but I’m bloody scared.” Harry confessed as he ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“I know Harry, I know that you’re scared that you might destroy a relationship of knowing each other this long, but you only get one life and you only find true love once in a lifetime.”

“I feel as if I’m betraying Evelyn. It feels so wrong.” Harry whimpered, his hands folded in front of him.

“Nonsense.” Anne said, as she put her hand on Harry’s folded hands. “My love, Evelyn would understand that you would eventually find love, she would want anything for you that makes you happy. And Y/N, she makes you happy, right?”

“Of course mum. I haven’t felt this happy with someone since Evelyn.” Harry confessed as he looked down at his hands.

Anne gently squeezed Harry’s hands and smiled at her beautiful son. She knew he was madly in love with Y/N, but Harry was just too stubborn to tell Y/N how he actually felt towards her.

She has seen her son this nervous and unsure about something for a long time. Anne wasn’t going to let her son torture himself over not telling someone how he feels. She wants to see him happy with someone that he cares and loves, she just hopes he will eventually tell her how he feels so they could think about where this could lead them.

“Whatever you decide, Harry. I will be here if you need me, my love, just know that. I want you to be happy and Y/N is someone I see you happy with.”

Anne smiled as she looked down to her tea as her smile started to fade. She remembered the funeral of Evelyn and she remembered how torn and shut down her son Harry was that day and how she just wished all that pain could transfer to her so she wouldn’t see her son hurt from so much pain.

*Flashback*

The wind was steady, the rain fell upon the fabrics of the dark dresses and suits. Gray clouds filled the sky like the darkness of the deep blue ocean. Pain, sorrow, and heavy coated eyes filled with tears and a man, a man that had his head bent down, his eyes shut as he tried to keep in his tears.

He hugged the little infant in his arms as she was sound asleep and looking peacefully, not knowing that someone so close to her has gone away and was left with just one parent to care for her. The little infant had no idea that she was going to grow up not knowing who her mother was not recognizing her beautiful voice from a mile away.

The tall man grabbed a handful of Earth's dirt and tossed it where the hole of the casket was now buried. As the man was holding his baby daughter in one hand and the other he threw the dirt.

“Rest in peace my beautiful Evelyn.” Harry said as he hugged little Evie

“Thank you for our beautiful baby girl, I love you so much my love.” Harry wiped at his eyes as he tried to hide his face with Evie's blanket.

Harry walked away he couldn't bear to watch the people put in more dirt on the casket he couldn't bear the mournful comments that people would tell him that everything will be okay. But will it? After loving someone so much and for so long, nothing was going back to the way it was. Nothing was going to make Harry smile again or ever love someone that has now left this Earth. He just wants to focus on loving little Evie to death and raising her the way that Evelyn would have wanted to.

So Harry left as he fastened Evie's car seat and opened his car door, gently shutting it. His head leaned on the steering wheel as he wept quietly to himself trying to not wake up his sleeping baby daughter.

“I love you so much Evelyn.” Harry said in between tears and sighs “I'll miss you my beautiful little angel, please rest in peace my love.”

*End of flashback*

Harry looked back up to find his mother smiling but once she made eye contact with him her smile slowly faded and she tried to make about what Harry was currently feeling.

“Harry, are you thinking about her?”

Harry hummed in response “Evelyn. Are you thinking about her, darling?”

Harry looked back down looking at his intertwined hands.

“I miss her so much, I really want to see her again, mum, but I know I can't. I love her and I love Y/N.”

“If you love Y/N then tell her. Evelyn will always have a part in your heart. I know Evelyn will want you to move on, Harry.”

Harry repeated his mother's words in his head and started thinking about them more and more. She was right, Anne was always right. Harry knew that he had to tell Y/N sooner rather than later. Letting the years pass without telling Y/N would be a catastrophe that he knew he was going to regret.

So Harry kissed his mum on the cheek when they arrived at her house before he left to go to Y/N’s apartment.

He didn’t know what he was going to do first or how he was going to explain. He really hoped that Y/N was still home and did not go someplace else. So he drove until he saw the street that Y/N lived on, he parked on the driveway and went to enter the apartment complex and hoped that he found Y/N in her apartment.

The knocks begin, as he softly knocks on the door and stops abruptly waiting for someone to come open it, but still no answer.

“Please, love. Open the door, I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Jus’ please open the door.” He said, as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Y/N. Y/N, I know you're there jus' please open up. I need to talk to you.” Harry pleaded, “You probably heard about everything so I just want to explain myself. Love, please jus'- I want to talk to you, I want to see you again jus'- open the door, my love.”

Y/N continued sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her and her fingers fiddling with each other. She was hesitating in getting up and opening up the door. Should she just stay sitting and maybe he’ll just walk away? Or should she just open the door and hear what he has to say?

She chose her second option and walked towards the door. As she neared the door she heard Harry's soft breathing. She now noticed how bad she really wanted to see him again, hold him and see his beautiful smile again. Again.

As the doorknob turned Harry retrieved his hand away from the door as he was getting ready to knock the door again.

There was no better sight that he has landed on his eyes before. Seeing Y/N wearing comfortable clothes and having her hair up in a messy bun. He adored it, he adored her and he was finally here to confess what he has been keeping to himself for too long now. He stared at Y/N, her eyes red, cheeks puffy. He hated this. He hated seeing Y/N like this.

“Y/N. Hi. I Jus' wanted t-”

“Come in Harry.” Y/N let out, as she turned away from Harry and walked into the little living room.

Harry came in as Y/N dragged her feet toward the couch.

She sat down and patted the spot next to her for Harry to sit.

“Harry I wanted-”

“Hold on love. I need to explain myself. What you heard that day of Evie's party was not true, jus’- part of it was.”

“You don’t have feelings for me?”

“I do Y/N. I have been since these past few months. I've been wanting to tell you. I was scared to tell you because I thought you didn't feel the same toward me.”

“Harry-,”

“Y/N I know if this feels weird we can stop, we can stop seeing each other. If you feel uncomfortable about this I can leave. I never wanted to tell you this because I knew I was going to lose you as a friend, bu-,”

“Harry.” Y/N interrupted, as she stared at her hands. “I need you to know that I have feelings for you. I know I have been stubborn about never telling you how I feel, and I blame myself for that, I should’ve told you a long time ago how I felt towards you, but I also didn’t want you to feel pressured in being in a relationship after Evelyn.” She confessed.

She was honest about that. She knew if she would’ve told Harry how she felt towards him then it would’ve pressured him feel something that she didn’t know he felt the same towards her. She also didn’t want to destroy that relationship that he had with Evelyn.

Harry was silent, he understood what she was saying and all of this was getting kind of overwhelming, but in a good way.

He knew he had to eventually move on from the life he shared with Evelyn, but would it be possible after loving someone for so long and then moving on with someone else? Was it worth the pain and the tears he shed the day he lost her and now he was moving on with someone else? Harry felt selfish, but he was also making Evelyn’s wish come true by moving on. That is what she asked of him after she passed away and he thinks that he is going to be alright with that thought.

“You have feelings too? You want to stay in mine and in Evie’s lives’?” Harry asked, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Yes.” Y/N smiled as tears started to form in her eyes.

“So you- do you-,” Harry tried to let out.

“Do I love you?” Y/N waverd, her hand shaking.

“Yes?” Harry took Y/N’s hand in his and held it close to his chest.

“I do Harry. I love you.” Y/N confessed. Tears were now falling uncontrollably.

Harry wrapped his arms around Y/N and gently rubbed her cheeks with his finger, as he tried to wipe away the spilling tears that came from her gorgeous eyes.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to hear it behind a closed door. I'm sorry I never got the nerve to tell you earlier. I’m sorry I made it sound like I didn’t care about you. My love, you mean so much to me, I love you, Y/N.” Harry leaned forward touching Y/N’s forehead with his.

Y/N wanted to tell him that everything was okay, that she misunderstood and that she knew there had to be more of a clear explanation from what she heard two weeks ago. She wanted to say everything that was in her wandering mind right now, but she couldn’t let the words out. Her mouth became rough and dry from the tears. She couldn’t say all those words out at once, but what she wanted more was to taste his heart-shaped lips that she always sneaked a look whenever he was talking. All she wanted was to connect lips with his and never let go, she wanted to finally taste those luscious lips of his and confess her love to him. And that is what she was going to do.

“Can you- can you kiss me?” Y/N whined as tears continued coming down her cheeks.

“You want a kissy?” Harry smirks, his eyes glossy as well from the tears that were shed.

Harry leans closer as he soothes Y/N's cheeks. His stare was overwhelming, his eyes even said something. They sparkled their usual emerald hue, but they held a different feeling.

Love.

He hasn't felt love for so long, and never having the chance to feel romantic feelings for someone, felt foreign, it felt right.

Harry pressed his lips on Y/N's and it was just what Y/N expected it to feel like, his plump pink lips caressing hers as it sent butterflies in her tummy.

They both came back and stared into each others eyes.

“Stop, love. You makin’ me blush.” Harry said as he tried to hide his face with his hands.

“Don't hide from me Harry. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

They both hugged and there was nothing else Y/N wanted, all she wanted was to be here with Harry enclosed in his arms listening to the soft beat of his beautiful, pure heart.

Thump, thump, thump, is all she heard and his soft breathing coming from his mouth. His hands running up and down her back. She wanted to stay like this forever, hugging him feeling him against her like this.

“You don't know how you make me feel, love. I love you so much.”

“Harry, stop sweetheart you're making me blush too.” Y/N giggles as she playfully punches him on the arm.

“Ow! That hurt.” Harry exclaimed, as he unwrapped his arms from around her.

“How's Evie?”

“She's good. She really liked the coloring supplies you gave her. She’s worried where you’ve been.”

“I feel terrible for leaving like that. Can I see her?”

“Of course, love. You know you’re always welcome with us.” Harry pecked her lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Can we stay like this?”

“Like what?”

“Hugging. Can we stay like this?” Y/N asked, as she stared at Harry’s pink lips.

Harry hummed in response as he lay beside Y/N on the couch.

There they lay next to each other, hugging and feeling the comfortable warmth from each others’ body heat. They fell asleep while still embracing. Steady breathing and smiles present during their resting.

Y/N stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes looking beside her as Harry was still sound asleep. She stared at his lips, his long eyelashes. She had a hand resting on his chest and felt his heartbeat against her hand.

“Watchin’ me sleep, eh?” Harry murmured, as his eyes were half open.

“I thought you were sleeping.” Y/N smiled as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck.

“Was. But someone had to wake me up.” Harry teased as he looked down at Y/N. “Fully awake now.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Y/N muttered, as she kissed his neck sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

“Don’t apologize, love. I’m not mad.” Harry reassured her. He kissed her forehead and pressed her against his chest more. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Harry spent the night at Y/N’s apartment. They both fell asleep again hugging each other on the couch. Y/N wanted to move to the bed so they could be more comfortable, but Harry told her that he was too lazy to even get up and walk towards her bedroom, so they stayed on the couch the whole night, hearing each other's heart- beats and synced breathing. If someone would have told Y/N and Harry were going to be spending the whole night together, they wouldn’t believe them. But oh how were they so content in being in each other’s arms, sleeping and spending their night together, the world couldn’t have been this generous to them, but tonight it was.

The next morning Y/N and Harry woke up. Harry drove himself and Y/N to his house and he told Y/N to make herself at home and that he was coming back with breakfast.

Harry was off, but he didn’t leave before he kissed Y/N goodbye. Once he closed the door Y/N made herself busy and began putting the dry dishes where they belonged. After that she sat down on the couch and turned on the telly where a movie was already playing. She sat there and waited until Harry came back.

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**//**

A half an hour later Harry came home carrying a takeout bag from that breakfast diner that him and Y/N like. He unlocks the door and glances beside him and looked at Evie.

“Guess who’s here!” Harry exclaims as he opens the door and Evie runs and goes directly to the living room and finds Y/N sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!!” Evie exclaimed as she ran and jumped in her arms.

“Evie! Hi sweetie.” Y/N exclaimed as she picked up Evie and held her close to her. She couldn’t help it, tears started to form in her eyes once she had Evie in her arms. She knows it’s only been two weeks since she hasn’t seen the little bub, but she was so used to seeing her almost every day.

“Why are you crying?” Evie asked, concerned why Y/N was so sad.

“I just missed you so much, little bub.” Y/N replied back as she hid her face in the crook of Evie’s neck. Evie did the same and held onto Y/N so tight.

Harry smiled and hugged them both in a bear hug.

He kissed Evie in the forehead and Y/N.

The rest of the morning they spent the day together and ate breakfast. All three of them were all eating and enjoying the laughter and jokes that Harry would tell and even Evie. Y/N was at home here, she was glad that she was finally being here with Harry and Evie like it was when they first met. Everyone in the table were happy and that was that.

**//**

*1 month later*

Harry was sitting on the couch coming back from taking Y/N to work. Evie was watching cartoons with him as he was sipping his tea.

He got up and got up to wash his teacup. While washing it his phone was ringing once then it went to voicemail then it rang again and Harry picked it up.

What he was expecting was a call from credit card callers, but he was not expecting a call from a fashion designer. He wasn’t hiring him as an employee, but he has seen Harry’s work when he was working for Blair Designs. The fashion designer wanted Harry to be his own company and create his own fashion line.

Harry was speechless. He didn’t know what he wanted to say because this was something way different from what he actually expected.

So Harry told the man that he was going to think about it, and that’s what he did he waited and told Y/N about it once he went to pick her up from work.

**//**

“Should I take the offer, Y/N?” Harry asked. Y/N smiled right away once he told her the big news. She was obviously going to tell him to take the offer.

“Yes, Harry! I think you should definitely take the offer! I’m so happy for you, darling.” Y/N tried to convince him. “I’m positive you’re going to do great, love.”

Harry needed this, he needed something different and this was it. He could finally work for himself and design all those creations that were always turned down when he worked for that one guy, but this time his creations will always make the final take because it’s his company and his creations. He had to take advantage of this new opportunity, it’s not like something is causing him to not accept it.

“You think it’ll be good? You think I should take this?” Harry asked again. Still contemplating if he should take the opportunity or not.

Y/N grabbed both of Harry’s hands that were busy playing with the rings on his hands.

“Yes, Harry. You’re going to be great. What’s holding you back?”

“This is new, I’ve never done this before and I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.” Harry noted. He was nervous if he was actually going to do something good or something bad with this new opportunity. Was he even going to sell one of his designs or was he going to fail and start all over again?

“Harry, look.” Y/N motioned him to sit down so Harry would stop pacing around. “You’re going to be great if you take this. You have created so many beautiful clothing for men and women. Your clothing is gender neutral and I know there are people out there wearing your pieces right now and they feel comfortable portraying themselves with that clothing. I know you have changed lives already, Harry. Why not continue changing their lives in a positive way?” Y/N said her eyes holding admiration towards him.

Y/N was right about that. Harry already made so many positive impacts with his clothing that were sold when he worked with Mr. Blair. There are so many people out there wearing those designs that Harry created and it would be life changing for him taking this opportunity, but there are always risks being made during life, and that’s the meaning of life, taking risks.

So he called back and said he was going to take the offer. He was going to create his own fashion company and he was going to continue designing clothing the way he wants to design them. No one was going to tell him ‘no’ and this was his chance to prove that his designs aren’t worthless, that his designs came with so much thought and creativity and love that he was sure that he was going to see people wearing clothing that they feel comfortable wearing. He wanted that for people, he wanted them to feel comfortable in their own skin and unique personality. And that is what he did, the next two months he created new designs and brought in old designs. He sold most of his clothing and he was getting high reviews, but this was just the beginning to his fashion career and he knew it.

**//**

The next couple months went pretty quick. Considering Harry’s hectic work schedule and Y/N’s heavy load of paperwork back at work, but everything was good overall. Evie had to go to daycare or sometimes Anne would ask Harry to leave Evie at her house so they could spend some time together.

About a month ago, Harry asked Y/N if she wanted to move in with him and Evie. He guessed that it was appropriate since they have been dating for over four months now. Y/N usually spent her days at his house and has slept over sometimes as well. So why not ask Y/N if she wanted to move in?

“You really want me to move in?”

“Yeah. Love, you mostly spend every day with us here, you barely go back to your apartment.” Harry acknowledged. He looked at her eyes while she was looking down at her hands on her lap. “Do you want to move in?”

“Uh,” Y/N stuttered out.

She knew it wasn’t a hard question, but it was also pressure too. Should she say yes or no? What if she says no to him and hurts his feelings? She obviously wanted to move in with them, but why was it so hard to say yes?

“Let me think about it first, yeah?” Y/N replied back. Her answer was not the answer Harry was waiting for, but he understood what she meant. This was obviously way too quick to ask if she wanted to move in, but he was willing to wait.

**//**

It was a week later that Y/N told Harry and Evie that she decided to say yes to Harry about moving in with them. When she told Harry and Evie their faces were filled with so much happiness and excitement that they were just ready to go and hug Y/N.

Y/N already knew that she wanted to move in when Harry first asked her if she wanted to, but she just wanted to wait a week and see what happened. And so that weekend Y/N gathered all her belongings and put them in boxes. Y/N didn’t have too much stuff in her apartment and most of the furniture she was going to sell anyway. It took three trips to bring every box filled with Y/N’s belongings. There wasn’t a rush to take every box to the house, but Harry insisted in getting every box that day.

So the next couple of days they settled in. Every morning Evie was taken to daycare and then Harry would drive Y/N to her work and Harry would go to his. It was a literal family. Y/N, Harry, and little Evie were just a sight, they portrayed all of the traits of being a family.

*Later that day*

“Darlin? Come sit here.” Harry whined as he was sitting on the couch alone watching a cooking show.

Y/N was busy washing the dirty plate that she finished using. She looked across the hallway and Harry was looking at her his head hanging from the armrest of the couch. Was she complaining that Harry was a bit needy when she first moved in the house? Of course not, she enjoyed it even. Being needed by someone else was a luxury and it was something Y/N didn’t really experience before she met him.

“I’ll come in a bit, sweetheart.” Y/N replied back. Harry smiled from the pet name she gave him, and boy, was it creating little butterflies in his tummy.

“What is it, Harry?” Y/N asked as soon as she stepped into the living room.

Harry peeked his head from behind a pillow and whispered to her to come closer. So she did and Harry grabbed her by the waist and set her on his lap, her legs hanging, touching the couch.

“I just wanted to tell you I love you.” Harry said as he pecked her lips and cheeks.

“Really that’s it?” Y/N asked. As she scrunched up her face from the sloppy kisses he gave her all over her face.

Harry nodded and continued, “And that my love for you is jus’ so indescribable. I love you so damn much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you let me.” Harry confessed. His hands caressing Y/N’s face and playing with her hair.

“I want you to.” Y/N smiled and intertwined with his hand that was on her face. “Stay in my life forever, Harry.” Y/N told him. Her sights never leaving his. She held onto his hand firmly.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Harry said as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. But they ended it early as they heard Evie’s voice.

“Heyyyy!” Evie elaborated her arms crossed over her chest.

“I also love you as much as I love Y/N, bub.” Harry replied. He stood up from the couch and went to carry Evie and sat her on the couch as he covered her cheeks with kisses. “Love you little Evie.”

“I love you, sweetie.” Y/N smiled as she kissed Evie’s cheeks repeatedly.

Kisses and more kisses later, Y/N, Harry, and Evie all went to her bedroom where they all sat on the floor and began coloring as Evie painted a little portrait. Laughs and jokes were said and they were just enjoying this precious night as a little family, some would say. The night was still young and there were continuous laughs going on still.

Harry and Y/N knew their love was infinite and that it was just faith that made them bump into each other. Even though Evie was the one that went to talk with Y/N the first time they met on the train. Evie was the reason why Y/N and Harry met, he mentally thanked her for asking her why she was tall because of her age, every time he thought about that night he laughed about it. Y/N thanked Evie almost all the time too. She was glad that she was on that train, she was happy she had the courage to talk to Harry and develop a friendship with him and Evie.

Harry was sure that his love for Y/N and Y/N’s love for Harry was never going to vanish any time soon. They were both positive that they were going to live as much as life would grant them. They were both happy about that night at the train that began their relationship and that it has now recreated itself into a life-long dream.

A/N: Thank you lovely anon for requesting this prompt. I have enjoyed writing this mini series and I will miss writing about them. I would love to write future blurbs about them, so my ask box is always open if you want to submit something for me write about them! Sending much love!!!❤💓💕💞

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fromthedeskofelizabeththird · 5 years

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Bone China

So, @bat-yo-us submitted this ages ago, but I hit writer’s block with it, since (imo) there’s no way Jumin would touch Rika with a barge pole, let alone his ween, after learning what she did to V. So this is what came out of that. MC is the idiot, not him dfgfdfgd

No I am not over That After End. Yes this is a vent fic :’)

Jumin x MC | Mystic Messenger | Warning: contains depictions of bodily harm and dead bodies | No smut, just pain

~*~

When he thought of MC, many things came to mind.

Jumin recalled her sense of humour; her ability to laugh out loud at even the most minor of things. A single phrase in a magazine had her in stitches, a cat video on the internet left her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

He remembered her hair too; a shade that glimmered radiantly in the morning sun. Sometimes he laid beside her, watching as it went from one equally beautiful shade to the next. She used a shampoo that smelled sweeter than his and left perfume behind on her pillow. When she wasn’t there, his head would find it, enveloping himself in her scent where he could not her.

He remembered her favourite wine, her favourite shoes. He remembered the way she positioned her phone in the crook of her neck as she prepared breakfast or buttoned her shirt.

He knew her better than anyone and there was still so much he had left to discover. He did not know her inside out, did not know her completely. She indulged his curiosities with a smile, never questioning the more obscure examples. When he thought of her, it was her patience that often came to mind, explaining her opinion on things he did not understand.

He wanted her face to be the last thing he saw; her hair to be the last scent he ever knew.

It seemed a cruel irony that she should be gone so soon. That two words could erase her so completely.

“No survivors.”

In that moment, he fell cold, her voice a distant memory and her scent on the pillow rapidly fading. The more he cast his mind back to her, the more difficult it was to remember her as she was. He still had her clothes but could not imagine her in them.

In almost every sense, she was replaced by other things; fire and ashes and mysterious castles belonging to ghosts. Her name on his lips felt more foreign than “Mint Eye”, the sympathetic tones of medical practitioners all over the country at his pathetic attempts to describe her.

He did not know how to explain her, could not try and contain her in something as primitive as words. The doctors, increasingly apologetic, had never known her as he had. Within weeks he visited every Jane Doe in the county only to find that not one of them had her smile. Many of them did not recognise him at all.

His friends and family reminded him of the same thing: that he had a good deal to remember her by and she had loved him dearly when she loved him at all. He could not accept their kindness however; could not see beyond ashes and the graves left behind. Wherever she was, he could not go.

‘No survivors’ lingered at the back of his mind and imagination, far more so than any of her jokes.

Sometimes he hated her for going somewhere he could never follow. She had kissed him so sweetly the last time he ever saw her and it filled him a rage that he could not explain. If it was to be their last kiss, why had she never warned him? Why hadn’t she told him to hold her tighter, to bury himself in her body and take all of her in?

In the end, he hated himself most of all. So many things came to mind when he recalled her, yet he could not grasp a single one in detail. She was the one who left, but he was the one who forgot.

A sad irony, for that singular detail haunted him far more than any aspect of her.

~*~

One year ago

“Don’t you think this is a little...excessive?”

MC paused from icing the cupcakes in front of her, a hint of rose coloured frosting on her cheek. Despite his criticisms, Jumin couldn’t help but smile and reach to brush it off.

“This class is going to be hard for them,” she said, “I want everything to be just right.”

MC was almost too kind, an obvious fact even to people who didn’t see her as often as he did. She was the type to apologize when other people walked into her; to hand over the last slice of cake or offer up her jacket. She put her heart and soul into helping the RFA even before she knew them well. She had researched charity after charity for the party and convinced everyone to attend, likely because her sincerity practically bled through each of her emails. Jumin had no doubts that if he had not so openly expressed his disgust with Sarah and Glam Choi, MC would have shrugged off any hope of pursuing him.

She felt too much and couldn’t bring herself to hate anyone-a fact that had become only too apparent in recent weeks. Rika and her other acolytes had finally gone to trial, having spent the best part of three months in varying stages of recovery. The Mint Eye catastrophe had proven to be so widespread and deliberately vague even to its followers that individual charges ranged from fines to several years in jail. Rika herself was jailed for life, with other high profile members serving twenty year sentences. Many acolytes had suffered such extensive damage to body and mind that they were sent to recover in psychiatric wings instead of jail, which was the reason for MC’s sudden burst of inspiration. She was determined to help the victims make a full recovery and have all of the support they needed to make a successful return to society.

How exactly that correlated to cupcakes, Jumin wasn’t sure, only that she had insisted on attending one of their group meetings. He wondered if anyone present would guess or even believe she had baked and iced them all herself. Likely not, but recognition-as she frequently repeated-wasn’t her ultimate goal

“I was thinking the other day,” she said, examining her handiwork, “how long it must have been since any of them met. They spent so much time in the castle, at meetings and prayer...meeting again like this will be difficult, but it’s the right thing to do. No one understands their experiences more than they do…”

She reached for her cake tin with a weak smile.

“I can’t understand them or take away their suffering, but at least I can give them something sweet to look forward to.”

Jumin sighed, both in awe and exhausted by the kindness of his wife; the love in her heart that he hoped would never be stolen.

“Just...be careful.”

~*~

Nine months ago

“I want to see Rika.”

Jumin paused, wineglass millimetres from his lips.

He had taken MC to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants, having noticed a shift in her mood, which he almost automatically attributed it to her frequent visits to the support group. Hearing the extent of Mint Eye’s activities and intentions had not been easy on her and she had poked and prodded at her steak since its arrival in front of her.

He had had a number of guesses as to what she was thinking, but the words she actually blurted out were the last he might have guessed.

He didn’t know how to respond and lowered his glass to the table, ultimately making the most obvious observation.

“Rika is in jail.”

“I know.”

“A high security jail.”

“I know.”

She set aside her fork and reached for his hand across the table, stroking her thumb against his almost automatically.

He knew what she was going to ask and the answer he was obliged to give. His family were influential, but not above the law.

“No.”

“But, Jumin…”

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for his wine. “I can’t.”

“Can’t... or won’t?”

~*~

Seven Months Ago

Things were different between them after that.

MC still hummed as she baked; still curled her hair and put on smart dresses when she visited the recovery group. She still chatted to him and laughed, though in an increasingly halfhearted fashion. They had once been perfect, but now their relationship was a broken vase-immaculate from a distance, but irreparably cracked close up.

She spent more time than usual at the support group, leaving at the same time that he departed for work and returning much later. She rarely took cupcakes or food anymore, instead packing notebooks and drawing paper.

He wondered what on earth was going on at the group meetings that kept her away from the house for so long. Whatever it was, it left dark circles under her eyes.

He discovered the truth by accident-a phone call he almost talked himself out of making. MC was late home and he had organised a chef for dinner. He dialed MC’s cell phone and sent multiple texts, though received nothing in response. After much consideration, he dialed the number of the community hall, only to end up with far more questions than answers.

The leader of the support group was perplexed by the very idea that MC might be there, as she had not attended any of its meetings for well over a month. Jumin apologized several times before hanging up the phone, dismissing it as a miscommunication when he knew for a fact it was anything but.

Several months ago he might have been concerned at the prospect of infidelity, but this was arguably worse. For the first time in over a year he couldn’t decide on a logical plan of action. Surely it was all a misunderstanding and MC’s lies were perfectly innocent. Perhaps she had not meant to deceive him at all and would soon come forward with a reasonable explanation.

He watched every time she applied her lipstick; every time she packed up her purse ready for the support group and went so far as to invent activities she had taken part in. He watched and waited, ready for her to speak up and prove her innocence.

She never did, though, and he rubbed off the lipstick smears she left on his cheeks as if they were unwelcome layers of paint.

~*~

Five Months Ago

“MC, you’re being illogical!”

He should have seen it coming.

No.

He did see it coming and refused to believe it.

Barely a year into her prison sentence, Rika’s sentence came under appeal.

He had read the newspaper with shaking hands, dialing and redialing V’s home number with little luck. With any luck he would still be enough of a recluse that the news had escaped his attention. He never answered, though, and Jumin buried his face in his hands every time he got through to voicemail.

MC stayed quiet about the revelation, mumbling her goodbyes as she returned to group meetings. Jumin pretended he didn’t know that those group meetings didn’t exist.

Their final confrontation was an accident in the end. He had spent the day on the phone to his lawyer, who was more than a little skeptical of the prosecution’s chances in court. They had a new eyewitness and testimony that had never been there before.

He knew it was MC without asking and spent the rest of the evening helping himself to glass after glass of wine. He was almost certainly drunk when MC returned home and knew that he should retire to bed before saying anything he would regret. The alcohol overrode his reason, though, and he smiled weakly as she hung up her coat.

“How was the support group?”

“Busy,” she sighed, crossing the room and planting a kiss on his cheek. “We went to a recruitment drive and-“

She paused at the realisation that he shrank away from her lips, too repulsed by the knowledge that she was lying to him to accept any ounce of affection. Perhaps her kisses were lies too.

“MC,” he said, rubbing his temples, “I know...about the support group.”

“What do you mean?”

She couldn't hide the alarm in her voice and that only made it worse. Had she believed him to be so naive and out of touch with the world that he wouldn’t notice the court case?

The idea left a bitter taste in his mouth. He had believed her, after all, for longer than he cared to admit. She was a kind, gracious person who he had trusted to be honest and speak out for the unfortunate, but her naive heart was clearly a weakness too. No one with a rational mind would speak out for a cult leader. Only innocent fools would read the long list of Rika’s crimes and conclude she did not deserve to be punished.

For the first time he saw MC for the fool she truly was.

“I spoke to them. You haven’t gone to the support group for quite some time.”

MC chewed at her bottom lip; facade slowly slipping. In the end she gave a heavy sigh.

“She was wrongfully jailed,” she said, without bothering to say who. “You know it just as well as I do.”

“MC,” he said.

“No! She suffered a terrible sickness and trauma! She needs help and sympathy, not years behind b-“

He got out of his chair to set aside his wine, wishing that he couldn't hear...that he could just close his eyes and go to bed and erase the betrayal. MC followed him and reached for his arm.

“Jumin,” she said, “please…”

She wasn’t crying but he could hear it in her voice- the same way she got choked up over advertising campaigns that featured emaciated children.

“Please…”

He dragged his arm from hers and she stumbled, eyes wide at the gesture. They had never argued before, never disagreed. He had always accepted her kisses and touches, and he could see the growing horror in her eyes at the realization that their relationship was shattering around them.

“MC,” he said, “you’re being illogical!”

“But-“

“No! How can you claim to advocate and support people with traumas and illness while absolving a person like that of any blame? How could you sit in those support meetings and not see the impact of her actions? Aren’t her victims just as tortured as she claims to be?”

“Jumin…I heard about her past...she wasn’t always like this. There was a priest and-“

“Her victims were not always like this either. Do you mean to forgive this priest too? Are they beyond judgement?”

“Ju-“

“Don’t you agree that if the priest had faced judgement, things might have been different now?”

She bit her bottom lip, eyes welling with tears.

“Jumin, she wasn’t in a position to...no one believed her!”

“Answer the question.”

“Well, no.”

“Why not? What if he showed up here now and told you his father beat him? Would you forgive him then?”

“That’s different! She-she couldn’t help herself! Why can’t you understand?”

Jumin shook his head and walked towards the bedroom, meaning to end the conversation there and then.

“You loved her once,” MC whispered, “don’t pretend you didn’t. Why can’t you show her any compassion now?”

He sighed and turned to her, chest tight and hands clenched into fists.

“She lost the right to any kindness from me when she blinded my friend.”

“J-“

“When she lied to the entire RFA, who trusted her so deeply.”

“But-“

“When she preyed on the vulnerable and weak.”

MC shook her head, a bitter smile crossing her face.

“You really are cold, after all.”

“Perhaps,” he said, keeping a level tone to hide how much her observation stung, “but I am also the acting head of the RFA and it falls to me to protect its members. I cannot stop you from pursuing this or showing her mercy, but if you do so I’ll have no choice but to view you as a potential threat to our organisation.”

She blinked in surprise.

“A threat? Me? Jumin-“

“You have a choice now,” he said. “You can protect Rika or the RFA, but not both.”

He smiled sadly, recalling MC’s good heart and willing her to choose correctly.

“Choose soon.”

~*~

Present day

“This way, Mr Han.”

The coroner’s assistant led him into a dimly lit room and reached over the autopsy table.

No survivors.

He had heard it clearly, yet it didn’t feel real.

“When you’re ready.”

He gave them a swift nod, sucking in a deep breath when they reached for the sheet.

Since her disappearance many months earlier, he had visited every hospital and left no corner of the city unturned. He missed her laugh and gentle touches and refused to allow that argument to be their last. She might still see sense if he phrased things properly; he had to believe she wasn’t so good and innocent that she would willingly put herself in danger.

He had to believe that she would choose him at the end of it all.

It took an explosion to uncover her and a second castle. It belonged to a previously disbanded cult, built alongside the first as a contingency plan. The acolytes there were more desperate than the others and lined the grounds of their home with explosives. Their leader did not hesitate to have them pull the trigger to hide her sins, regardless of who or what remained inside. She held onto her convictions even at the end of everything.

No survivors.

They returned to that fact far more than any others.

Everyone, from media outlets to police officers, called the explosion a tragedy but Jumin knew otherwise. He had seen it coming the moment Rika’s bright smile graced his television screen as she thanked her lawyer and the courts for allowing true justice to prevail.

The lawyer’s body was one of the first they found, identifiable only by his fillings. They found Rika’s body in bed, unscathed by the explosion and dosed on poison.

None of the story so far had shocked him, from the mangled remains of acolytes to the rubble at the scene. Even now, as he stood before the final body, he knew exactly what he was going to find. They had found this one in the same room as the Saviour, untouched by fire. She had not died from smoke inhalation or burns, but hands at her throat.

This body was far more intact than any of the others, which if anything was worse. She appeared to be smiling in her sleep, hair shorn by a clumsy set of scissors and only bruises at her throat to prove otherwise. There was a smudge of blue on her cheek in just the same position she once had frosting.

“Sir?”

The assistant had taken note of his contemplation.

Jumin took in the body’s collarbones; far more pronounced than when he had draped necklaces over them. MC certainly hadn’t been eating as well as before. There had surely been no one to take her to dinner.

She was not MC anymore but a broken doll, as lifeless and transformed as a china vase reassembled in the wrong order. If he listened closely, he could still hear the shatter; could see the cracks in her ghostly skin.

He looked up at the coroner, the silence of the room deafening on his senses.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know them.”

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bearwiththe-goldenheart · 5 years

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Caramia and the Kiddos!

Special gift/art trade for @lavendel080! Happy Birthday Yomi!

Word Count: 1,904

Trigger Warning: None mostly fluff!

Characters: Caramia Oz, Axel Oz, Arion Oz, and Elodie Oz

Being the son of a Don was no easy task, Arion learned this at a young age. There were times that his father wouldn't come home after midnight because of work related issues, there were times when he come home covered in bruises and beaten up. It was terrifying for a child to see so much at a young age, and even though his parents desperately wanted the best for him and his siblings, Arion understood that it couldn't be helped; work was work, after all. The times that Caramia did in fact have a moment to rest, he always spend it with his beloved family: those were cherished memories and Arion wouldn't have it any other way.

So when Caramia declared that he was taking him and Elodie a trip around town, it certainly surprised him. His father was always a hard worker and with limited free time he had, he used that time to take care of his pregnant wife. However even though his children were so understanding about his job and whatnot, even their patience could sometimes wear thin, some more than others and even though Arion desperately tried to keep his composure together as the eldest son, he couldn't help but feel just a bit frustrated... the same could be said for Elodie, who was struggling far worse than Arion. And though the kids tried to not let it show, they knew nothing could escape the all knowing lion's eye.

"W-we're really taking a trip! But what about your work!?" Arion questioned, unlike his younger sister who was practically jumping in joy, he felt uncertain of the whole ordeal after all he didn't want his father to feel like he was doing a bad job at being there for them, being a don is hard after all.

"It's fine really, if anything did happen, Kyrie can handle it!" The lion casually brushed off his concerns, his signature smile never leaving his face, though Arion had his reasons to worry, Caramia knew very well that both of his children greatly missed spending time with their father and so what better way to spend time with them then a stroll around the town? He has been meaning to find a way to avoid Kyrie's ridiculous request that "could benefit the famiglia" and spend time with his family as well, so it's a win-win situation for all!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go already…!!" Elodie cheerful yet impatient voice, broke the tense questioning between her older brother and her father. Pulling on Arion hand, she dragged him toward the oz entrance, giggling the whole time as her older brother frantically tried to get her to stop, yelling and screaming and whatnot. As the two cubs were getting close to the entrance, Caramia trailed behind them, chuckling at the scene ahead of wearing a smile of pure happiness, it felt like centuries since the last time he could settle down with just him and his kids and he couldn't have it any other way.

"Now Elodie let your brother go please- wait Elodie put him down! Elodie-!"

______

Usually the sound of his people lively cheers were like music to the don's ears, however his attention was elsewhere than the shrieking sound of his fangirls that were near.

"Hey dad do you think that mom would like it if we buy something for her and the baby?" Elodie asked curiously. Caramia smiled at her, always delighted to answer her questions no matter how ridiculous they seemed. On the other side of the spectacle there was Arion, from the moment he was born, he became a nervous wreck and today was no different: he constantly turned around as if someone there was going after them, he kept glancing over the same spot as if a dog was going to jump from behind the bushes and attack him.

"Would you stop that already?! It's getting really annoying, just enjoy the moment for once!" Elodie snapped at her older brother. She just didn't know why he couldn't let loose for once and even though she knew it was just him being ridiculous, his paranoid attitude was starting to rub off her just a bit….

"S-sorry…!" Arion squeaked out an apology, putting his head down in shame. The last thing he wanted was for his little sister to feel unsafe because of him, not only that but with his dad so close, he couldn't afford to look so wimpy and cowardly in front of him. Taking Elodie advice, Arion decided to put on his big boy pants and just enjoy the moment for a while.

"Hmm it looks like there's a new sweet shop in town, I have never been there before, let's go check it out" Caramia casually changes the subject. His father instincts were kicking in and he could feel the tension between his two cubs, and didn't want an argument to stir up in the middle of town square, so he brought up a topic that would demolish all the bad vibes.

"So that was what uncle Axel was talking about!! We definitely have to go there so we can grab to him about it!" Elodie said excitedly, quickly forgetting the fact that she was supposed to act cross toward Arion.

"T-that could be fun…!" Arion agreed, a small smile quickly replacing his frown. Caramia shot them a grin in their direction, as he swung the door open, greeted by a fresh wave of air and a stuffed man.

"Axel is that you…?"

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Never in a million years would Caramia imagine to see his caporegime -of all people-, stuffing their face with cake, that looked to be his 50th one as the waitress was handing him another one. Slowly crunching on the chocolate covered strawberries, Axel embarrassingly wipes off the frosting from his face and looked down on his table, trying to hide his colored cheeks from the don. Never would Axel have thought, he would get caught pigging out while on duty especially from Caramia no less.

"I swear it's not what it looks like…!" Axel yelped in embarrassment, trying his best to recollect himself and save face before the don starts losing all trust in him. Caramia could only stare, not sure whether he should be assumed or annoyed, after all Axel was supposed to be taking care of his pregnant wife instead of pigging out here in the sweet shop. The fact that Kyrie was the only one at the mansion with Nana, made Caramia skin shiver no less but he didn't have the energy or the time to stay mad at Axel for long, after all his little cubs were here as well.

"Aw man, great Uncle Axel already came here before! Welp now that all my bragging rights went out the window, now what!" Elodie pouted, completely ignoring what was going around her.

"Maybe we could sit with Uncle Axel since he's already here and we can share some of his cake!" Arion offered a suggestion, not wanting an argument to break out in the middle of a sweet shop.

"That's a great idea Arion, hey Axel you won't mind, won't you?" Caramia shot a grin at Axel direction, which did little to calm his nerves. Before Axel could respond, the cubs and Caramia were already taking a seat.

"Do you come here often Uncle Axel?" Elodie asked.

"Some-"

"Does Dad and Kyrie know about this?"

"W-well I-"

"Do you usually stuff your face like this on duty?"

"That's enough of that Elodie" Caramia said. Elodie let out a pout, not pleased with her father words. Caramia let out a soft sigh as he noticed her pout, she was clearly doing this to push Axel buttons and make him even more embarrassed. That was a known fact and he even he had to admit, it was amusing to watch, ultimately he didn't want their day wasted by teasing Axel all day.

"Thank you sir…" Axel mumbled under his breath, glad that the don put an end to his misery, as he had no idea how far this would have gone if he didn't.

"W-what do you usually get here Uncle Axel?" Arion asked politely, something that not even his sister could ever do properly.

"You know other than eating cake" Elodie chimed in, wearing her all knowing smirk.

"Elodie!" Arion squeaked out, not wanting to cause problems. Thankfully Axel didn't questioned it and just ignored it.

"I recommended the chocolate raspberry parfait but if you're not into the fruity kind of sweets than I also recommended the chocolate dip cannoli!" Axel suggested, getting more and more ecstatic as he talked about the sweets. Arion quietly chuckled to himself, it was kind of amusing that the same "cold and reserved" Axel was the same person in front of them, who was geeking out about sweets.

"Haha you've always been the sweet tooth kind of guy, huh Axel" Caramia teased his caporegime. Axel flushed at the don's teasing but didn't confirm not deny his accusations.

"Oooh I want a cannoli too! Can I please get that Dad?!" Elodie asked but it sounded more like a demand.

"Sure sweetie, buy anything you like, Axel is paying after all!" Caramia cheerfully replied, though the same couldn't be said for Axel as he gloomy slouched over the chair, damn you Caramia, all he wanted was to get some cake!

"Ooooh~ If that's the case then I want this one, this one and ooh this looks good…!" Elodie looked over the menu, purposely picking every single expensive sweet she could find. Caramia chuckled at her little girl, happy she was enjoying herself.

"I swear sir, sometimes I feel like Kyrie is rubbing off on you..." Axel mumbled under his breath. Arion looked at him in pity as he gently patted his uncle's back.

"There there Uncle Axel, maybe next time won't be so bad!" Arion tried his best to comfort him, and though he felt like his efforts were in vain, but unknown to him he did manage to get a slight smile on Axel's face.

______

As the cubs were busy stuffing their face with sweets or what Axel likes to call it "pigging out", both he and the don stepped out for a minute or two.

"Sir are you sure this is a good idea? Because I'm not sure Elodie could eat all that by herself" Axel expressed his concern as he watched Elodie stuffing a whole piece of chocolate pie down her throat, while Arion was desperately trying to get her to stop.

"It's fine really! If she doesn't want it, I can always give it to Nana" Caramia replied, not the least bit worried, though that didn't stop him from looking back every time, he thought could go wrong.

"I just hope that I didn't spend half of my allowance on nothing…"

"Oh relax Axel it's fine, besides it wasn't like you were the one who paid for it anyways" Caramia said a bit smugly, as he winked at him.

"W-wait sir what do you mean by that...do you mean that..?!" Coming to the realization that the don could have placed the order under his name, Axel stood there stunned not knowing how to react.

"I think you know what I mean, now lets go back inside before Elodie destroys the shop"

"Y-yes sir!"

#ssbisbibus I'm sorry if I ruin the image of your cubs!#thank you so much for willingly doing an art trade with me even tho i had no idea what i was doing half the time!#writing for dad Caramia and the cubs and uncle Axel was so much fun!!#hone this meets your expectations and I did justice for your kiddos!!#have a happy birthday with thousands of caramias in your way!!#bloo's writing jumbles #caramia oz #Arion oz #Elodie oz #Axel Oz

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caedera-mendenhall · 5 years

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Happy Birthday to Me...

Tags: Torture, gore, death, lil bit of genital mutilation. Just average Cae stuff.

Caedera stepped over the threshold of her home, with two small boxes cradled in her arms, the woman holding them almost reverently and with the utmost care. She spoke not a word as she weaved her way through the halls, ignoring the rest of her home, only one goal in mind.

Making her to her renovated tower that now served as her dungeon, the large doors opened as she neared, letting the woman easily step through without lifting a finger. Upon her entry she found her wrathguard standing watch over a wooden table. On top of this table, a naked man writhed and squirmed, trying to fight his way out of the bonds that held him down. It was no use, but the man tried none the less.

The young witch grinned, turning to a separate table and setting down her boxes, only to face her wrathguard again and pull him down to her height and into a kiss, which the demon readily accepted from his mistress.

“A wonderful specimen you brought to me, Kaz. He’ll be perfect...”

She faced the man once more, studying all of his features and the way he looked at her, the way he already had the marks of a beating, a split lip – surely from where he had tangled with Kaz – and when she drew close enough for him to spit in her face she couldn’t help but grin, a few fingers wiping it away and bringing them to her own lips, tasting the blood that tinged the spit.

“Your anger tastes delicious.”

The man was disgusted, and he raged and cursed as she circled him, detailing all the ways he would have his revenge. He watched as she moved back to the other table and open another box, able to see the telltale glint of metal from within. But what she pulled out was different from the usual dagger, the hilt made so that candles could be securely attached, and the one she held already had one – as did all the others within the box.

“Today is special, you know. It’s my birthday, and you’ve been given a very special honor. “She held the dagger up closer, letting him inspect it. “You’re part of my cake. And this year I’m twenty-three. Twenty-three candles on my cake...”

Her words began to sink in, and as he looked to the dagger and then to the box with the others, he realized what she was going to do with him. The candles belonged in the cake, and the daggers were going to be what held them in place. His eyes widened, and he thrashed harder, his fear now overtaking his desire for any kind of revenge. He only wanted to live.

“Please! I h-have a family! I have a daughter! You’re someone’s daughter. Think about my little girl, please... Think about your father! W-wouldn’t you miss him...”

She didn’t care for the man’s cries, or at least in the way that he had been hoping. He wanted to ruin her birthday celebration, and that just wouldn’t do. His mention of fatherhood, asking her about her own father... That brought a scowl to her face, and just a moment later she brought the first dagger to his flesh, piercing his thigh with enough strength for the dagger to embed itself into the wood of the table.

The man screamed, his body already shaking with the pain of the stab. Caedera grinned at his reaction and stood up straight again, moving back towards the other daggers while a voice rang out in her head.

“My darling girl...”

Her head tilted, pausing as she listened, fingers curling around another dagger and bringing it back to the bound man, and just as suddenly as before piercing the other thigh. His cries rang out through the tower and he thrashed, only worsening his injuries as his blood began to coat the surface of the table, along with Caedera’s hands.

“How much you’ve grown...”

Her lips twitched up in a smirk, and she continued her work, placing the candles into her delectable cake. She’d tried to stab him where it would take the longest for him to bleed out, the longest to die, only succeeding most of the time. He still bled of course, his screams and cries reduced to whimpers of pain, lips parted with his struggle for breath. Twenty-two daggers pierced his body, the man like a pincushion atop the table. The larger box of daggers was empty, and she turned to the two new boxes on the table, opening one of them to reveal a new dagger, identical to the rest.

“Each year I have a new blade made just for this purpose... One new blade for each year. I’ll have quite the collection in the future.”

She spoke to the man, but he was beyond her words. Barely clinging to his consciousness as he watched her. She brought the new dagger to him, wondering just where to pierce him next. Her eyes drifted down his form until she eyed the flaccid manhood that rested between his thighs, a malicious grin stretching across her face. Her free hand moved down to wrap around the shaft, moving her fingers down until she held just the tip of him in her hand. With her fingers wrapped around it in any other situation, he would be eager and willing for her touch. But now he was in a position to fear her touch even more.

And he would fear, and fear more as he watched her bring the final dagger down to pierce through the flesh of his manhood, holding it in place against the table. That final wound to his body and his pride made him scream out once more, body shaking with the shock of so many wounds. He wasn’t long for this world, tabletop soaked with his blood.

Caedera stepped aside and lit a match, bringing it to each and every candle to light them. At this point, she didn’t care if the man was alive or dead yet. His job was fulfilled. Her soft voice now carried through the room, singing to herself as she had many times before.

“Happy birthday to me...

Happy birthday to me...

Happy birthday, Caedera...

Happy birthday to me...”

With a wave of her hand, a few dark shadows whisked through the air and put out all the candles in an instant, the smoke wafting up through the air. She looked down to the man once more, his movements still. His mouth parted in an eternal cry, lying dead before her.

She went back to the table, and opened the final small box, pulling out an intricately decorated small cake on a plate. It was white, a single serving cake from one of the bakeries in the city. Every year she went to get one, the same kind each time. And now, just as every year before, she stepped to the table, noting where the man’s blood was dripping from the edge and onto the floor. Kneeling down, she brought the cake up to hold underneath the stream, letting the blood drip down onto her cake, turning the frosting a deep red. She held it there until the top was coated, only then standing back up with her cake.

The witch had a chair in her tower, one of the large plush chairs from one of the lower halls. She’d had it brought up so that she could watch her victims, and now she moved to sit back in the chair with her cake. A hand was extended towards the nearby wrathguard, palm up, and he reached into the box and produced a fork, handing it quickly to his mistress.

Caedera, with her eyes firmly set on the man sacrificed for her birthday ritual, pierced the cake just like she had the man, the first forkful of bloodstained cake brought to her lips, whispers still filling the young woman’s mind.

“We’re so proud of you...”

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yoshi4sushi · 6 years

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Happy Monday, minnsa-san! I hope everyone had a good weekend. Hope all of you got your early Christmas shopping. I can’t imagine the horror of getting through an angry crowd of shoppers trying to get first dibs of a low discount product. Well, enough said! We got better holiday news and events that will perk you up so you know the drill. First off, last week’s chapter was steaming w/ sweet aroma of the cake. Sanji and the girls finally finished baking it so they now they have to ice it (frosting) and voila! But before they head out, Oven lashes out on Chiffon for going against BM and the family as Pudding begs him to not hurt since she is needed to finish the cake. However, Oven doesn’t listen as he tries to strike her. Suddenly, Mr. Pound comes to the rescue and Sanji steps in & kicks Oven to the curb. They escape, but Oven catch up to them. Oven threaten Bege to come alone if he wants Chiffon unharmed, but of course, Chiffon tells Bege and the gang to run away. Bege gives in to the demands, but he was prepared to risk his life for her as he takes a good shot at Oven. At the end, Luffy is taking a breather so he gain his strength to defeat Dogtooth as he is determined to defeat him if he can gain the same observation haki ability as him. Does he have a trick up his sleeve? Let’s see what trump card he has this week. Next, this past weekend’s episode left the gang shocked to hear about Pudding’s secret. What did she say that had Luffy and Nami shocked? Meanwhile, Brook finally beat the guards as he tries to get ahold of the red poneglyph, but Big Mom shows up suddenly. YIKES?! In Mirror World, Chopper and Nami made their counterattack and finally defeated the nasty Brulee and her goonies. At the end, Pedro finally encounters Tamago as old wounds ache their eyes to confront again. Next time, they face in fierce fight, and reveals how Pedro escaped with very little years he has left. Don’t miss it! Now on with the goods! First off, look who came to drop by, our tower mascot and friend, Tongari-san. Always a treat to have you, my friend. What’s the buzz you can’t hold off? Tongari-san says that the tower is about to magical winter and of course, pink! Yes! You heard right. PINK! Why? Well, guess who’s birthday is full of pink snow? You guessed right?! It’s none other than the blue nose reindeer, Chopper! His birthday is on Christmas Eve. To celebrate his special day, the café will be serving a toasty hot chocolate with a big sweet bread filled with pink frosting w/ his adorable horns and strawberry shaped sakura petal inside. If you order this delish holiday beverage, you’ll receive a free birthday bromide card of Chopper. Sakura fever! That’s not tall, the tower will be selling his birthday button which is last year’s design. A downer that there is no new design, but a chance for those that missed buying his button from last year’s design, you have a chance to purchase it. Also, if you visit the tower and purchase something from the Mugiwara Store, you’ll get a big large size birthday bromide card of Chopper. Please show the cashier your park ticker so they can stamp for confirmation. That’s not all, it wouldn’t be fun w/o the birthday boy himself! Yes! He’ll be making his appearance on Dec.23 to Christmas day. Schedule for his appearance will be announced later. Also, w/ 2018 approaching very soon, the tower will be having some loads of surprise events. Details will be announced soon. Also, if you’re visiting the tower, be sure to get your commemorative photo w/ the Straw Hat gang. Frame pic is 1500 yen, and you must have a ticket so you can get your pic w/ them. Head to the 5th floor, and you’ll see the photo booth. Also, coming this Friday, the 3rd Log Gallery exhibition will released! The new theme is, “Tears.” The tower will be closed on Nov.30th for a quick renovation, but will be open Friday. Don’t miss it! Next, the Mugiwara Store will be selling a holiday trend for those who like to decorate their house holy and jolly, they’ll be selling this adorable acrylic Christmas tree w/ jolly rogers designs, and two acrylic straps of Luffy and Chopper in their holiday trend. Each are sold separately. They’ll also also this gorgeous Straw Hat jolly roger wine glass. A great glass to enjoy any kind of beverage. Next, the 20th anniversary Ichiban Kuji is approaching fast and here are some sneak peak of prizes they’ll have for the lottery such as towels, folders, and bromide cardboards. Tickets are 600 yen. YOWZA! Head to any Straw Hat store, the tower, Seven Eleven, and Ito-Yokado supermarket. This supermarket is in link w/ Seven Eleven so it will have a big sign of it outside. You can’t miss it. Moving on, the Straw Hat store are still selling these monochrome green and blue coin purse, smartphone case, train pass case, and purses of Zoro and Sanji. It’s very shiny! Next, new smartphone cases designs will be released in February such as Luffy and Zoro. Moreover, they’re also selling a box of 3 earring set of Zoro perfect for girls and guys to look very fashionable. Next, they’re also selling a pack of greeting cards of congrats, birthdays, or thank you cards w/ different designs. Next, the store and other hobby store will be selling some long stickers w/ new characters and also some from Whole Cake Island. It will be released late January. Moreover, this Thursday, the store will be stocking and selling these three new sexy mouse pads of Nami, Reiju, and Pudding. They’ll also be selling this big 2018 calendar book as well. What a load of awesome stuff right? Next, last Saturday, the gang and I went to Megahobby Expo to check out upcoming new figurines. They’ll be releasing this awesome SOC figurine of Bege, POP bikini of Robin, POP of Nami and Reiju, POP Crimin of Chopper, Variable Action Heroes of Nami in her bikini, and POP of Jinbei. Release dates for all of these will be released early spring. Figure Arts Zero will also have a figurine of Sabo in attack mode which will be released in April. Last, but not least, the East Blue special episode has been released, but there are more cool stuff involved. If you rent the DVD from GEO, you’ll receive a special bromide card from either of the two designs. You can rent the DVD for 20 days. This only applies those who live w/in Japan. Also, AVEX are having a campaign where you scan the QR code for a chance to win a free folder of the special episode design. You answer a few questions and you’ll be entered in the contest. Winners will be announced through email. PHEW! I think we covered everything. Well, that’s all for now. Tune in next week for more news and events. Also, the gang and I will be attending JUMP FEST so we’ll take plenty of pics. Special thanks to Tongari-san. The door is always open for you, my friend. We’ll see you soon. Kikko! Momon! Let’s pack it in, boys.

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Smartphone cases: http://j-hobby.net/gir/196860.html

#one piece #event #merchandise

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folklore-musings · 7 years

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Camera Shy (part 6)

Summary: AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him.

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Fine previous chapters on Tumblr here (Just search a little. I know I need to make a master list).

A/N: Well I posted earlier than I thought I would. Thank you all for the support you have given me with this fic. This chapter is NSFW but I hope you enjoy it just the same. Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open (and usually empty lol)

Jughead walks around the block twice, thinking it best to give Betty some time to cool off. He didn’t understand why she snapped, Ronnie was just making an innocent joke. And earlier that afternoon Betty really seemed to enjoy their moment together, so why all of a sudden was she acting this way? Did she regret sleeping with him?

The negative thoughts stir up an insufferable ache in his chest. He feels the brick walls of the surrounding buildings begin to close in on him. He leans back against a store front window to stop and steady his breathing. Every possible scenario ran through his mind. He’d return home and maybe she’d be back to normal and greet him with a kiss and a sweet, “I’m sorry.” Or maybe she’d be sulking around in her bedroom with her door locked, demanding him to leave her alone. Maybe she wouldn’t even be home at all.

He kicks off the brick beneath the window and starts towards their apartment complex. He hopes and prays that she’s home and waiting for him, because the only way they can make it through this is if they talk out all their issues. He can’t lose Betty now, not when he finally has a chance to be with her.

Jughead stands outside the door with his hand on the knob. It turns with ease and his hopes heighten, at least he knows she’s home. Everything is dark except for the flickering of the TV screen in the living room. He slips off his shoes and drapes his coat over a kitchen chair. “Betty?” He calls out into the darkness. He’s met with no response.

With careful steps he walks into the living room and finds her sitting on the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket, eyes staring intently at the screen. He moves to sit beside her, making sure to leave some empty space between them. “Betts, we need to talk.”

In a flash the TV is off with a click and he is consumed by the darkness. A trace of moonlight filters through the lacy curtains and all he can see is her silhouette in the shadows. “Talk.” She says, no louder than a whisper.

“Are you OK?” Jughead asks. He ignores the itch to reach out and touch her, if only to hold her hand. He doesn’t want to send her running. The world around them is quiet, and he can’t see it, but he knows she’s chewing desperately on her lip right now, the way she always does when she’s nervous.

“I shouldn’t have told Ronnie what happened between us.” Betty regrets, sighing as she speaks. Jughead waits for her to continue on but he’s left with silence.

“It’s not that big of a deal Betty. So we slept together, it happens. We got caught up in a moment that led to something extraordinary. Don’t let Ronnie’s inability to keep quiet ruin that.”

He swears he hears her sniffle. “You don’t understand. It is a big deal; at least it is to me.” Betty mumbles. She turns herself to face him, bending her knee so that she can rest her chin upon it. Jughead can’t see her face but he can tell she’s doing everything she can not to cry. The blackness is swallowing him up and he feels his heart clench inside his chest. She’s going to tell him it was a mistake, he just knows it. He’s about to speak when she starts up once more. “What happened earlier was amazing Juggie.” Suddenly he finds it easier to breathe. “And I don’t regret a single second of it. But there’s something you need to know.”

“What?” he breathes, hanging on her every word as if his life depends on what she’ll say next.

Betty exhales heavily and continues on. “I’ve never actually slept with someone before today.”

Jughead can’t take it anymore. He reaches for the lamp behind him and turns it on, needing to see her face. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the change. Her blue green eyes are shining, her cheeks are painted a rosy pink, and her bottom lip is torn from her constant biting. He knew Betty hadn’t dated much but she did have a few serious relationships in the past. “You’re kidding me. But what about Reggie back in high school? Or Chuck our sophomore year of college?”

She just shakes her head, her face reddening. Jughead is stunned. Even he had gotten lucky a few times to his surprise. Some college girls really love the whole ‘I’m a loner and a struggling photographer and I only own 4 different T-shirts’ vibe he exuded.

“Betty, if it felt like I forced you into something you didn’t want to do earlier,” he pauses and takes her hand in his. “I’m so sorry. I just thought we had something between us-“

Betty places her other hand over his and rubs circles over his wrist. “You didn’t push me into anything. I wanted it, remember?”

Jughead smiles and feels his face heat up. He doubts he would ever forget anything that happened that afternoon. The way she looked, the way she felt, hell even the way she smelled. It was all permanently imprinted in his memory. “I remember.” He replies. A timid silence settles between them. Jughead realizes he’s still holding Betty’s hand and he moves to pull away, but she stops him.

“No don’t.”

Jughead lets his fingers linger on her palm. He’s anxious, needing to know what this all means. With his free hand he removes the old wool beanie from his head and threads his fingers through his hair, pushing the dark locks out of his face. She looks so serene, the lamp light creating a halo effect above her head. She’s an angel without wings and he is so blessed to be known by her. “Betty, what exactly is going on between us?”

She shifts in her spot on the couch, scooting closer to Jughead and allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. She moves their hands so they are resting in his lap, fingers laced together. “I don’t know Juggie, you tell me.” Betty whispers.

He stares at their hands in his lap and he groans inwardly. The angel on his shoulder was sure to be the death of him. He wants to tell her everything he feels but every word he can think of pales in comparison to the emotions wreaking havoc in his chest. The simplest of Betty’s touches puts his heart into overdrive.

Jughead draws in a shaky breath. “Well I don’t know about you, but I really enjoyed the time we spent together this afternoon.”

Betty lifts her head from his shoulder and turns to face him. “Oh really now?” He nods just a little too enthusiastically. “What was your favorite part? You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” Jughead melts into her words. Her usual kindhearted eyes are shimmering with hints of mischief and it drives him wild.

He taps a finger to his chin as he thinks. “I would have to say when you began to dance. You let your insecurities evaporate with each movement and I was captivated by all of it. You just seemed so carefree and in love with life. It was inspiring and I am so lucky to have caught it on camera. You can’t fake that kind of shit, Betty.”

Betty curls her lip and lifts a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head. “As beautiful as that little speech was Jughead, I have reason to believe you’re not telling the whole truth.” She tiptoes her fingers down the curve of his neck and Jughead forgets how to breathe. He chokes on his next words.

“W-what, you were hypnotizing up on that s-stage. Are you calling me a liar?”

She leans in closer and touches her lips to the shell of his ear. “Yes,” she says and Jughead’s a complete and utter goner for her. “So really,” she pauses, tickling his lobe with the tip of her tongue. “What was your favorite part?”

Jughead’s eyes roll back as Betty leaves a trail of kisses from his ear, across his jawline, abruptly stopping at his chin. He groans. “Probably when I first kissed you.” He wasn’t lying. Sure, the sex had been phenomenal, but kissing Betty was the frosting on the cake that was Jughead’s life. He hadn’t felt her lips in over 8 years and to be able to feel them again gave him a rush like nothing else ever could.

Betty pulls back and scans her eyes over Jughead’s face, her gaze getting caught up on his lips. She brings their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses each knuckle of his fingers carefully. “Do you want to know my favorite part?”

His tongue feels like putty inside his mouth. Unable to speak he nods his head rhythmically; completely aware of the spell she’s placed on him.

“I’d have to say,” she pauses, kissing the inside of his wrist. “When you picked me up and pushed me back against the front door. I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.” A rosy flush creeps up on her cheeks and she gives him a lusting smile.

Jughead grins sheepishly and suddenly remembers something strange he hadn’t realized before. “Hey Betty…if earlier was your first time, how come it didn’t hurt? I mean, doesn’t it usually hurt for a girl?”

Betty’s smile curves mischievously. “Just because I’ve never had sex doesn’t mean I’ve never toyed around a bit.”

He can’t help arching an eyebrow in amusement. “No pun intended?”

Betty falls back onto the couch cushions giggling, hiding her face beneath the neck of her sweater. Jughead is baffled. Never did he expect Betty of all people to be so explorative when it came to sex. She seems to be more of the type to think of sex as just making love and nothing more. He is suddenly very interested in what hides deep in the corners of her dresser drawers.

“You’re judging me, aren’t you?” Betty asks sitting up on her elbows and looking up at him, her lip tucked in like always.

“No no no I think it’s awesome. What other dirty little secrets are you keeping from me Betts?”

She curves a perfect eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He swears in that moment his heart actually stopped. Betty reaches up and clutches onto the front of his shirt and drags Jughead down to meet her for a kiss. He revels in the feeling of her mouth on his, her tongue desperately craving his as they move together with fervent passion.

Jughead lies atop of her and she wraps her legs around his waist. He’s come to the conclusion that if the world allowed, he would spend all of his days, minutes and seconds kissing Betty. Her lips are the sweetest of candies and Jughead’s caught up in her sugar rush.

Their arms are mess of blurry lines, struggling to remove each other’s clothes, neither ready to come up for air just yet. Jughead makes the move to pull his lips free from her clutch. He sits up and removes his shirt from his body, then heads in to help Betty with hers. She holds her arms up and as soon as Jughead gets the fabric up above her ears he leans in for another kiss and Betty giggles into his mouth, her sleeves getting caught around her arms. She pushes him away and frees herself. Jughead watches as she slides her hair out of the pony tail holding it back.

Before it has the chance to fall around her face Jughead tangles his fingers through the golden locks and kisses her again. Betty bites his lip and Jughead growls into her mouth, rocking his hips against hers, the arousal in his jeans apparent against her thigh. Her hands slip beneath fabric of his cotton Tee and she tickles the soft skin below his belly button.

Jughead sits back and laughs, throwing his head against the back of the couch. His mind is completely wasted on Betty. He watches as her chest rises and falls with the beating of her heart. She stands up and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting the lacy contraption fall to the floor with a quiet whoosh. Jughead grabs her hips and helps her out of her pants. Betty shimmies free from her jeans and kicks them to the side. She gets down on her knees in front him and gets to work on the zipper of his jeans.

Oh my god. Jughead wants to watch but his head falls back while he leans into Betty’s touch, her fingers grazing the shadow of his length. He lifts up his hips, helping her as she tugs his jeans and boxers off him, letting them pool around his ankles.

Betty kisses the sides of his thighs, wickedly teasing him as her fingers trace lines up and down his shaft. He shudders beneath her touch. “Betts please,” he begs. Jughead kinks his fingers in her hair, forcing her to touch him where he needs her most. Betty obliges, licking her lips and dragging her tongue relentlessly slow up the side of his length. She opens her mouth and wastes no time in wrapping her lips around him. Jughead’s fingers unravel in her hair and his breath gets caught somewhere in the back of his throat. “Yesss.” He moans.

Betty’s mouth feels incredible but what he wants most rests between her legs. He lets her suck a few more times, watching her blonde head bob up and down exaggeratingly slow. Jughead grabs onto her hair and removes her lips from his throbbing dick. “Hop up.” He drums his fingers on his thighs and Betty’s quick to follow directions.

“Did you like that?” She whispers seductively in his ear, straddling his hips as her knees dig into the couch cushions, positioning herself above him. Jughead mewls while she moves, letting the tip of his cock probe through her folds before she allows him entrance. “Fuck.”

Jughead throws his head back with a deep groan. Betty’s fingers find their way into his hair and she pulls hard, yanking on the raven locks desperately. Never in all his life did Jughead ever expect Betty to be such a vixen. Despite it being only her second time she knew exactly what to do make him lose his mind.

He cups her face in his hands and pulls her in for a steamy kiss. Their tongues tangle together as Jughead fights for the upper hand, dominating her the only way he can in their current position. He wants her on all fours, crying out as he fucks her. He wants her on her back while he holds her hands captive above her head, watching her fall apart beneath his touch. He wants Betty in every possible way he can have her.

Betty releases him from their kiss and continues to move in his lap, rolling her body in such an erotic way that Jughead knows he won’t last much longer. “Slow down.” He moans, but Betty does just the opposite. She speeds up the rocking of her hips and soon Jughead is tumbling over the edge, eyes locked with Betty’s as he cries out. He’s completely spent.

Jughead lifts Betty up off him so he can lie down and catch his breath. He pulls Betty with him, holding her as she buries her face in his chest, peppering soft kisses over his rapidly beating heart. He kisses her forehead softly and he smells her hair. She smells like a mixture of strawberries and flowers and Jughead loves it. He loves her.

He flinches at the thought of love. It’s not a word he uses often, but he knows in this moment that he loves Betty. He loves the way she bites her lip and the way she wears her hair. He loves the way she smiles at him and the way she can make him laugh without trying. Jughead’s not someone you would consider a romantic, but this sudden epiphany makes him want shout it from their fourth story window to the dizzying streets below. He hasn’t loved anybody in a long time, and he is so undeniably happy that out of everyone in this crazy messed up world, he’s decided to fall in love with her.

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