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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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Ghosts and Stuff!

summary: Austin and you are trying to decorate for Halloween but when you are pregnant it can make decorating a bit harder, you also deeming Austin's decorations as boring. Which then ensues in a spontaneous trip to the dollar tree.

word count: 1,079

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Sitting on the front porch you watched as Austin placed out the pumpkins on the porch, adjusting them to your liking. “Well baby, think we are all set.” Austin reached over for the cloth ghost and hung it on the small hook. The two of you had always decorated for every holiday- from St Patrick’s day to Christmas the two of you would always go full out.

“I just don’t know Aus, just something about this seems kind of bland.” You stood up from the rocking chair and nudged one of the pumpkins with your foot. “I mean four pumpkins? Really?”

Austin’s eyes followed your foot, “Hey easy, mama.” He walked over to you, “Well it isn’t exactly easy when the decorating queen herself isn’t exactly helping.

“I am literally carrying your child.” You playfully scoffed, smacking him on the arm.

“Oh wow, I bet you will use that same excuse at Christmas time.” He teased, rubbing his arm with his opposite hand.

Gazing across the lawn you looked at the minimal decorations, “Honey you wouldn’t be opposed to say- going to the Dollar Tree and buying some last-minute decorations would you?” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, “Please?”

Austin nodded and smiled, “Alright, angel.” He stepped inside and grabbed the car keys off the end table, “You ready?”

Nodding your head, you allowed him to help you into the car. Resting a hand on your bump you groaned softly, “Good grief.” You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, Austin paused and gripped the door.

“What? Are you alright? Is the baby coming, no the baby can’t be coming- wait can the baby-”

You moved your hand from your bump to his hand, “Baby, I am okay. The baby just kicked, our little one likes to move and groove.” You giggled, smiling at him.

Austin furrowed his eyebrows, “Hey, you need to be nice to your momma. She’s the one that cooks all the good food in this family.” He looked up at you and smiled, “Problem solved.” You smiled and shook your head, Austin shut the door and walked over to his side of the car. Settling into the car, he shifted it into reverse and pulled out of the driveway, “What exactly are we looking for, honey?”

“Pumpkins, witches, ghosts, spiders! Maybe even a few headstones?” You rambled off random decorations as Austin drove towards the store. Pulling into the parking lot, he shifted the car into park.

“Oh I like the headstones, we can probably do a graveyard scene!” He unlocked his door and pushed it open. “What do you think about that one?” He clambered out and shut the door behind him. Opening your door, he helped you to your feet.

“I like it as long as it isn’t anything too scary, I do not want to scare any of the kids away.” Taking his hand you walked into the store, and immediately you were met with the array of different cheaply made decorations. You grabbed a cart and began to make your way through the aisles. “Oh honey, can you grab that bowl?” You pointed towards the orange bowl with white bones sprinkled across the orange exterior. “We need a new candy bowl.”

“You say that every year, but alright.” He grabbed the bowl and stuck it in the cart, he also grabbed a few styrofoam headstones and tossed those into the cart as well.

The two of you walked through the aisles, you stopped to grab a few bags of candy. Bending over you stopped, and spread your legs apart. “I can do it.” You mumbled to Austin as you bent down again, your bump was not making this an easy task.

“You got it, baby.” Austin leaned on the cart as he watched you struggle. “You sure you don’t want my help? I can grab it for you, I don’t want to take my pregnant girlfriend to the hospital because she fell over trying to grab a bag of candy.”

You sighed and slowly stood yourself up, “Fine, but this does not make me incapable. I am just struggling a tiny bit.”

Austin smiled and leaned down to grab the bags, “Of course not, sweetheart.” He placed the bags into the cart and pushed the cart further down the aisle. “What if we got some of those like giant spider things?” He asked, one hand wrapped around your back, the other pushing the cart.

Stopping abruptly you grabbed one and held it up, “Imagine this baby, middle of the night this bad boy comes crawling into our room, what do you do?”

Austin paused for a moment, “That’s not our house anymore that is the spider’s house.”

You started laughing, “Are you serious?”

“Y/N I won’t even kill a small spider in the bathroom, what makes you think that I’ll kill one the size of a small child?”

Shaking your head, “I can’t believe you would- really, Austin it is a spider!” You teased, pushing it into his face.

Austin grabbed the spider and tossed it into the basket, “Quit it.” He grabbed about six bags of fake cobwebs and tossed them into the cart as well.

“Why do we need so many cobwebs?” You asked, picking up and setting down two of them.

“Well, we are at the dollar tree, sweetheart. We don’t have a whole lot of options here.” The two of you walked towards the checkout, “Oh baby, what if we got like one of those yard signs that say ‘Trick or Treat?’ that would be cute, wouldn’t it?”

You glanced over at the sign he was talking about, “Ooh I like that.”

Austin grabbed one of the signs and began to unload the cart onto the checkout stand. Awkward small talk with the seventeen-year-old cashier ensued, she bagged your items and the two of you quickly made your way out of the store.

“Now are you going to help me set all of this up or are you going to sit and watch me?” He asked as he unloaded all of the items into the trunk of the car.

“You and I both know good and well that if I tried to help you would throw a hissy fit.” You teased as you adjusted yourself in the front seat.

“Okay, okay, you’ve got me there.” He closed the trunk and got into the driver’s seat. “Let’s go put up all these ghosts and stuff.”

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ijustreallylikepirates · 2 months

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So my Alenick fanfic kinda blew up a bit so I decided I was going to do a small continuation of it 👍🏻

So this is a little different from the first part. Just to warn yall: there’s a little more making out and swearing, but also subtle smut. Not too much, but if that’s not the kind of thing you read just scroll. Anyways I hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading and ily all!!! <3

So. My first date with Nick.

It was great, there was nothing I would change about it. We went out to dinner at this nice fancy restaurant. Nick paid. It was very expensive but he’s such a gentleman (and a rich kid) that he didn’t complain.

We were talking and laughing all night. Nick even threw a couple of dirty jokes my way and I maybe might have told him one or two myself.

But what blew me away about this night was seeing Nick in that dashing suit and tie he was wearing. I was just wearing a simple t-shirt with a cardigan pulled over it and my nicest pair of jeans I had.

When he first picked me up and I first saw him in that suit, I just froze and thought to myself, ‘Wow, he’s really hot.’

But enough about his suit. (But like the suit…) After dinner, I stupidly asked if he was going to drive me home or if I was gonna have to hoof it home.

He just laughed and said, “Why don’t you come back to my place and we can watch some movies together on my couch?”

I just smirked and said, “Sounds wonderful. Wasn’t really ready to end the night anyways, I was just afraid to ask for more of your time.”

Nick chuckled and opened the passenger side door of his blue ass car for me. “You’ll never take up too much of my time, Passenger Princess. Hop in.”

I sat my old ass on the car seat and he shut the car door, then he rounded around the car and got into the drivers seat. We drove home listening to old hits from the 90s, including old bands like Wham!, R.E.M, and Weezer. And trust me, you do not want to hear Nick when he listens to Say It Ain’t So.

When we got back to his house, he opened the car door for me like I was royalty. I mean, I was the passenger princess wasn’t I?

He unlocked the front door and gestured for me to go in. “Hot old men first.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m literally 4 years older than you. I’m not that old.”

“You’re literally 30, old man,” he said, giggling as I walked through the door. He discreetly shut the door behind us.

I looked around his house. For a rich white man his house wasn’t very extravagant. It’s cozy and warm, which is the kind of house I like. I’m not looking for a rich man anyways. Just someone who will treat me right. Like Nick.

I walked over to his couch. I didn’t even notice he was following me until he came up behind me and slapped my ass.

I jumped and laughed. “Stop! Oh my God!” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, then threw him onto the couch.

The couch creaked loudly and he laughed. I threw myself on top of him and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me harder.

Then I pushed off of him and said, “Let’s actually watch movies like we said we were and not make out again. We can save that for the library bathroom.”

Nick chuckled, then sat up. “You’re a dork.” He grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. “What do you wanna watch?”

I snatched the TV remote out of his hand and said, “Are you sure you want to let me pick the movie?”

Nick gave me a side eye and said, “Whatever you want, sexyback.”

I clicked a couple buttons on the remote and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I put the remote down on the couch, then looked over at Nick.

He was giving me a bored look.

I giggled and said, “What? I told you that you shouldn’t have let me pick the movie.”

Nick just laughed and said, “I’ll make it work.”

Nick stood up and walked behind the couch and opened a door, then disappeared inside the room. He came back out with a blue fleece blanket.

He sat back down next to me on the couch and draped the blanket over our legs. He pulled the ottoman over and pat the spot in front of me with his hand, then propped his feet up. I propped mine up next to his.

I turned my head to him and asked with a smile on my face, “Why are you treating me like royalty?”

He smirked and said, “Because you deserve it, my Prince. Wait, actually…” He blushed a little, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “My King.”

Now I was blushing! I smiled and kissed the top of his head. I turned my head back to the TV and wrapped my arm around his waist.

He turned his head back to the TV as well and laid his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head again and laid my head on top of his.

We sat and watched the movie for a while, up until the part where Harry got to Diagon Alley with Hagrid. I was convinced Nick had fallen asleep for a long time. He had his eyes closed but that theory was immediately debunked when Nick’s eyes shot open, just for him to squeeze my ass, call me sexyback, and go back to watching the movie. I swear, sometimes this man is too much.

A little more into the movie when Harry had arrived at Platform 9 3/4, Nick stared me down until I finally turned my head to look at him. He looked around suspiciously and asked me, “So… wanna make out a little more?”

I blushed and smirked. “Sure, why not British boy?” Before he could say a word, I threw my hands on his neck and shoved my lips onto his.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.

After that long kiss, he pulled away from me. I leaned in for another kiss but he shoved his finger on my lips. “Wait a second.” He turned his body to the side again, then hoisted his leg over my waist and made himself comfortable on my lap, coming face-to-face with me. “Now you can kiss me.”

I smirked and said, “You’re a daredevil.” I put my hands around his waist. “I like that in a man.”

He wrapped his arms around my body as I kissed him. His lips were so warm, his hands so soft as they made their way under my shirt and up my back.

I grabbed his shirt in my hands and kissed him harder. He moved his hand up my back and to my neck, then into my hair.

But he slowly untangled himself from me. He put his hands on my shoulders and smirked before asking me, “So, uh… wanna take this to my bedroom?”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. This man was the Devil himself! I raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Lead me there.”

He winked, then got up off my lap and grabbed my hand. He dragged me up off the couch, then off to the room where he had retrieved the blue fleece blanket from.

As soon as he shoved the door closed, he took me by my shoulders and shoved me against the door, then pressed his lips on mine.

I quickly grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. He kissed me harder, his hands traveling up my shirt.

We made out at the door for a while, then he brought his hands back to my chest and pulled away from me. He pulled my cardigan off, then the t-shirt under it.

I quickly mirrored his actions and started to unbutton his suit vest. Once I pulled the vest off, I untied his tie and threw it on the ground. He pressed another kiss on my lips as I unbuttoned his white button-down and slipped it off his arms.

As our clothes lay in a heap on the floor, he went to grab at my belt. I pushed him back and asked, “What are we doing?”

He raised his eyebrow, his hand still held out, and asked me, “What do you mean? I thought we were gonna…” He spun his hand around in circles, meaning exactly what you think it means.

I raised my eyebrow back and said, “Yeah, but at the door?”

He laughed, then placed his hands on my waist and said, “We can take this to my bed.” He put his lips up against mine, just barely enough space to let out a shaky breath. “If you want.” As the whisper escaped his mouth, I could feel his hot breath on my chin.

I sneaked a quick kiss from him, then took his arms and wrapped them around my neck. “That would be easier,” I said. “But I’m gonna be the top.” I poked his chest for emphasis.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, sexyback.”

I winked at him, then continued to pick him up off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

He quickly did so, and I grabbed him under his thighs to keep him up. I walked over to his bed and threw him down on the mattress. Then I quickly hopped on the bed, right on top of him.

He stared at me with a sly grin on his face. I gave him one back. We both grabbed at each other’s belts at the same time and well… things went on from there.

As I woke up the next morning in Nick’s bed, I looked over to my right and saw he wasn’t there next to me. I looked to the front and saw the bedroom door wide open, the smell of bacon wafting through my nose. He must be making us breakfast. What a gentleman.

I looked over to my left and saw he had left me a clean folded white towel on the nightstand next to me. I smiled, then took the towel and got out of his bed.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, just in case Nick decided he wanted to stare at me through the door. Sneaky Brit.

I walked across the room and quietly opened the bathroom door in his bedroom. I snuck inside and closed it just as quietly as I had opened it.

I turned his shower on, took off my glasses, and put my hair down, then hopped in.

As I cleansed myself of what we, uh… did… last night, I could hear Nick belting out Billy Joel in the kitchen…

And he could not sing!

But I knew this song…

So I started singing the lyrics along with Nick. “Sing us a song, you’re the piano man / sing us a song tonight / we’ll, we’re all in the mood for a melody / and you’ve got us feelin’ alright”

Nick paused in the kitchen. I paused mid way through shampooing my hair as he switched the music off.

I heard his footsteps and then: “Am I really that bad of a singer?”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t quit your day job.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I get to spend many hours of my day with you when I’m at work.”

I didn’t say anything back, I just blushed.

I heard the floorboards creak as he started walking back to the kitchen. “You have really nice voice.”

I couldn’t say anything before he walked away.

I just finished my shower, blushing wildly. Once I got out, I quickly started to get dressed.

Nick had turned the music back on and the song Movin’ Out was now playing. I hummed along with the music as I pulled on my pair of jeans that I wore last night back on. I didn’t have any other pants, I guess I’ll just put a different pair on when I get home later.

As I strapped my belt through the belt loops, my phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. I picked it up and I saw a text from Nick: ‘Don’t leave the bathroom. My girlfriend just got home. Be really quiet and don’t respond to this text.’

My heart started to race. He told me he didn’t love his girlfriend anymore. He failed to mention he didn’t ever break up with her.

As I stopped my humming, I heard Nick in the other room talking to a woman: his not-so-ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

As his girlfriend walked into the bedroom, I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing and stood as far away from the bathroom door as I could go.

Silence. Then: “Nick!”

Nick came into the room. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind telling me what this is?” she asked him in an angered tone.

Uh oh. I don’t recall leaving anything behind that could’ve given away the fact that Nick was cheating on her. Right?

“What do you mean?” Nick had that tone in his voice that obviously meant he knew what she meant.

“Why did I happen to find a lock of brown hair on your bed? Your hair is blonde and so is mine! Whose hair is this?”

My hair! Of course a piece of my hair had to fall out onto the bed!

“I…uh…” Nick started.

“Yes!? What girl did you sleep with while I was gone?”

“Hey, it wasn’t even a girl, okay!?” Nick shouted.

Nice move, Nick. I almost smacked my forehead, but then remembered I couldn’t make any sound.

It must feel great to find out your boyfriend tried out men while you were gone. ‘Surprise, I’m gay now!’ Love it.

“It’s a guy,” Nick said, as if it wasn’t obvious.

A beat.

“Why did you do it, Nick?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry I kept that from you for so long. This wouldn’t have happened.”

More silence.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that earlier?” she asked. “I would’ve understood.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I do understand. We can… end our relationship if that’s what you want.”

A small silence, then from Nick: “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

I took my hand off my mouth slowly.

Then, Nick said, “He’s actually still in the bathroom right now! Wanna meet him?”

Fuck!

I might have to kick Nick’s ass when I get out of this bathroom.

“Sure?” Nick’s now-ex-girlfriend said skeptically.

I stayed silent in my position.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. “Alec, you can come out now,” Nick said softly. He sounded a little seductive but maybe that’s just my Nick-infused brain working overtime.

I sighed, then said, “Hold on.”

If I was to go out and meet Nick’s ex, I definitely wanted to do it with a shirt on. I slipped on my t-shirt and cardigan, then squeezed out my hair with the towel and tied it into ponytail. I cleaned my glasses before propping them up on my nose. Then I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Standing there next to Nick was a blind woman in a white casual business suit. Her face was dotted with freckles.

I awkwardly waved and stood in the doorway. Then Nick walked forward and grabbed my arm, then pulled me into the bedroom to stand next to him.

“Alec, this is Lennie.” Nick gestured to his ex. “Lennie, this is Alec.”

I waved again, and she waved back.

An awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

“So I guess you’ll want me to move out now,” Lennie said, crossing her arms.

Nick’s face washed over with panic. “What!? No! You bought the house. You should have it! I’ll find somewhere else to live!”

I looked from Lennie, to Nick, then back to Lennie. “Yeah, he can live with me in my house!”

Nick blushed but Lennie said, “No, I’ll move out. I wanted to get a different house anyway. Now I have a reason for a new house.”

Without another word, she left the bedroom.

Nick and me just stood in silence. Then Nick said, “So the house is gonna be pretty empty without Lennie around-“

“You want me to move in, don’t you?”

Nick laughed. “Maybe. If you want.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sure. I need some company anyway.”

Later on, Nick drove me home.

Once Lennie moved bought a new house and moved out, I packed my bags and moved in. It was gonna be a… different experience living in the same house as Nick but hey! I know the experiences we do share will be great!

Anyways I hope yall enjoyed this!! Again, if this wasn’t your type of thing, don’t come at me please 🙏🏻 anyways ily all, have a good day and love alenick 🔥🔥🔥

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josiebelladonna · 2 years

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no, you don’t have to explain anything. it’s pointless (believe me when i say that, too). but especially with you because knowing you, you’re gonna deflect it, anyways.

i just don’t understand why you have to be such a pain in the ass about everything.

really, daveigh, you have a serious ego problem. a creativity problem, without a shadow of a doubt, but an ego problem especially. always acting like you’re the only one who can do this, or that you’re the only one who can write ~raunchily~ , or that you’re the only community person (the only reason i don’t seem like it is because half the community wants nothing to do with me. i showed the real me and half the place blocked me for it). acting like you’re above everybody because it’s a community and therefore once you post it online, it belongs to everyone (say that to a room full of published authors. go ahead). taking advantage of the three-hour time zone difference between you and me and getting in first for things - god, that drove me nuts and that showed me just how insensitive you are, because your little friend honeysympathy (or whatever her name is, i’ve long forgotten it and she changed her name on instagram) is over in england and five hours ahead of you and the two of you don’t miss a beat. i love how you’re all about “building other women up” but you couldn’t be bothered to do that with me because... hell if i know. i made myself clear to you and you still acted like i was lying to you. i’m a lot of things, but i’m not a liar.

but since context is somewhat lost: the only reason i still bring you up time to time is to make fun of you and highlight how pathetic your whole shtick is, because... it is. trying to act all cool and dark and mysterious with type o and the misfits, and a witchy aesthetic (which is a dime a dozen now but whatever), and all i can think is “wow, you really are the kind of girl who would’ve been nice to me one day and then turned on me for no reason, back when i was in school” (true story). i tried to extend an olive branch to you and you snapped it in half - and i had a feeling you would, too, just remembering how you “forgive but never forget”. i’m sincere but i’m also a jokester. i make fun of behavior, not people.

i wonder about your intent with this fic now because you’re literally just antagonizing me at this point when i want nothing to do with you: ain’t nothing subtle about any of it, either, it’s sledgehammer blunt. hell, when i posted dead man walking back in november, i knew you were antagonizing me and i wanted to redeem myself and show that even asocial nerds have long been into what all the cool kids are smoking (plus, write a story that i had always wanted to write, too, but that’s my reason for dead man walking at the end of the day, though).

and this is just more self-victimization - with a bit of condescension mixed in, too. i don’t just make fun of you for your egotism: i make fun of you because you constantly justify your egotism, too. “shall i say what i mean.” yes, you should. you should always be concrete and clear. say what you mean, mean what you say. and what do you mean by “beg” exactly? forgiveness? i have. long ago when this whole thing between you and me started; i only discussed it more than i ever would’ve liked because context kept going away because of newcomers, and as i soon found out, some of them were in fact willing to listen. but i don’t hold grudges... unlike some people.

#text #ao3 #daveighmustaine #xxgreendruidessxx

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chans-bad-girl · 3 years

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Hi there! I'm very sleepy right now but suddenly this came into my mind : "what is skz reaction when they caught you touching yourself? Maybe they'll asking for mutual masturbation? Or just watching you? Or ended up having sex with you??" Thank you in advance~ guess I can't sleep tonight!!

Hey, hope you're getting your sleep lol

Stray Kids reactions: they catch you touching yourself (+scenarios)

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), toys, dumbification, pet names, nipple play, mutual masturbation, mentions of piv, dirty talk, mirror sex, wall sex

chan:

maybe giving your boyfriend a spare key to your apartment wasn't the best idea because now you're sprawled out on your couch, pictures of him on your phone while the bunny vibrator is put on the highest setting. tbh you wouldn't have noticed him standing there with takeout if he didn't grab your hand and take control of the toy. face cold, he whispers into your ear, "tell me when you're horny next time and you won't need my pictures anymore." (which he says while pushing the toy further inside you)

lee know:

minho likes going to bed early. he usually goes to bed at 11, preferably at 10, and sleeps his 8 hours in ignorant bliss of his girlfriend's moans muffled in her pillow. emphasis: usually. because tonight, he feels the shaking and hears the squelching sounds through his lighter-than-usual slumber. "bunny, please touch yourself quieter, I need my sleep." will go back to sleep and then rail you tomorrow while he teases you about it with all the energy he got from his beauty rest.

changbin:

he got you a bullet vibrator for your 1-year-anniversary and boy are you keen to use it. it's been glimmering at you from across your room and now that changbin is sleeping in the other room (and you don't want to wake him because he had a stressful week with almost 0 sleep), you think it's time to use it. when you turn it on, you don't expect it to be this intense. your hole clenches at your clit's sensitivity and your body jolts forward. you don't mean for your moan to be this loud, really, but it rings through the apartment and wakes your boyfriend right up. upon seeing your struggle with the vibrator, he rubs his eyes and says, "my baby is too dumb to touch herself now? oh kitten, do you need master to teach you?"

hyunjin:

oh boy roommate!hyunjin will literally touch himself watching you through the crack of the bathroom door you forgot to lock. dick in hand, he watches as you touch yourself in the bathtub, losing yourself with the shower head on your clit and a hand on your hard nipples. will accidentally be too loud and call your attention. "oh, sorry, uhm..." "couldn't control yourself, huh?" "no..I-" "cut it. i want you. now." this whole endeavor leads to you becoming friends with benefits lol because you're two horny college students who can't afford their own apartments but also have a no-bringing-one-night-stands-home policy. will want to do mutual masturbation because he doesn't wanna get all wet haha

jisung:

he catches you touching yourself in his own home. you were on a trip to meet your family in your home town and your close childhood friend offered you a place to stay. for a week you couldn't touch yourself or even be alone for more than 5 minutes, and when Jisung finally leaves the house for a bit longer than just for groceries, you can finally relax without the fear he might come back soon. so you lie on the couch bed, completely naked because it's 43 degrees and god knows you've waited for this way too long. little did you know that Jisung's plans were cancelled and he drove straight back home to you playing with your clit, two fingers stretching your walls. will watch in awe for a bit before you notice him. "oh, you...that's kind of hot. Mind if I...help?" you don't mind at all. and this is how you ended up with your childhood best friend's head between your legs.

felix:

you blame felix for the suit he's worn and also for the fact that he didn't bother to take it off even when you arrived at his house and started playing video games. Needless to say: you were horny as ever. so you excused yourself to the bathroom to satisfy the ache. because felix had his headphones on and his room was on the other side of the house, you let soft moans slip off your tongue. he sure wouldn't hear, right? WRONG. he got worried after you didn't come back from the toilet for 10 minutes and decided to check on you. and oh was he happy he did that because your moans? music to his ears. "yn, no need to hide, my family won't be back until tomorrow." that's when you open the door and grab his tie for his lips to meet yours. "you stayed in this on purpose, huh? after the wedding you could've taken it off." "I know you like suits."

seungmin:

before he told you he's an idol, you'd never thought of him this way: hot, talented and highly ambitious. but the growing trust in your friendship reveals an aspect of seungmin you wouldn't have expected in your wildest dreams: tongue out, gaze dark, he's hyper-focused on his dance moves, and hell is that making a mess of your panties. at your place, eating celebration pizza after his tour-opening show, you decide to wait until he falls asleep to pound a dildo into yourself in your room. the doors are thin and the couch bed seungmin temporarily sleeps on is only so comfortable. which means that he hears you loud and clear as you whine. you have awakened his curiosity, and before he can stop himself, he walks straight toward your room. what do you look like right now? What are you thinking about? When he walks into your bedroom and accidentally stumbles, you look at him with the biggest eyes and maybe that wasn't the way he imagined the answer to the first question. (good for you that you have the blanket over though haha). "oh, this is very embaressing...in front of my idol friend, wow." "nonono don't get me wrong, I think you put on a nice show. maybe better than mine..." will fuck you in front of a mirror (with your consent ofc) because "look at you, you're performing so well only for me."

jeongin:

after him teasing you all day (being all touchy-feely, being suggestive with his words and wiggling his eyebrows way too much lol) while watching reruns of pretty little liars, he forgets his gym bag at your dorm. now, your touch starved, career oriented college student self is only so resilient. translation: you rub your clit furiously while watching twitter porn. when he arrives at the bus stop, he notices his gym bag is still at your place, and so decides to knock on the first-floor window to your bedroom. when you don't answer (because your earphones blast slapping sounds and moans + you are too far gone to notice anything at this point) he peeks through the slit between your curtains and oh my god are you hot squirming around with your hand between your legs. he's touched himself to the fantasy of you pinned to a wall too many times to count, and now he can finally make it a reality. let's just say he's not shy to ring your door bell at the ass crack of dawn to ask you about what porn gets you off so prettily to then rail you against all walls in your apartment lmao rip your roommate

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Kakashi Hatake- Cheeky

ANON ASKS

Hey author-chan how are you? Well I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know if you write to Naruto and if the answer is yes, could I get a Kakashi x f!reader imagine/oneshot with prompt #19, please?

I ended up asking her to choose a couple more prompts, aaannnd here they are!

#19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

#20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you

#27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

#30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

#47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

warning.....I will fuck up your day. Might be OOC but almost all my shit kinda is imo lol Does anyone really care?....he spits in your mouth..... I am sorry for absolutely nothing.

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Leggo

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“Watch it, Kid!”

“Why don’t you walk where you walk!” you caught the throwing star between your two fingers as it was hurled back at you. “You’re cutting into my training time.” you rolled your eyes.

“Damnit Y/N you could have taken my eye out.” Kakashi groaned. “Be careful with that thing!”

“Like that would have been a bad thing.” you scoffed. “Get out of the way next time.” you rubbed your shoulder. “If you weren’t in my line of vision, you wouldn’t have almost got caught in the crossfire.”

“You know you love looking at me.”

“How can I when no one ever sees your face.” you burst out laughing. “What kinda mug you got under than mask, huh?” you challenged.

“You’re too cheeky for your own good kid, someone outta bring you down a few notches.”

“And just whose gonna do that.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him.

You ignored his answer and bent over, stretching to touch your toes. “My back.” you groaned. When you stood up straight again, he was staring at you. “You need something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he blinked(...or winked?) at you.

“I can’t tell if that was a wink or not...” you raised a brow.

“Good.”

“You’re a real-”

“ Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you “

He walked off, undoubtedly wearing a self-satisfactory look on his face.

“How does she put up with him?”

“Damn, I thought she was really gonna kill him for a minute.”

“You’d think those two liked each other with how much they argue backed and forth.”

“It’s not nice to gossip.” you called behind your back to your comrades. You shoved the throwing star back into your pouch and walked off. Kakashi Hatake and Y/N L/N were always the talk of the town. One was always getting on the nerves of the others.

....

You were relaxing in your house after a long day of training. It was good to work out your skills while nothing was going on. You never knew when something was gonna happen. You stretched your arms over your head as you walked into your kitchen.

“God I’m starving.” you sighed. Before you could dig through your fridge, there was a knock at the door.

“I’m coming!” you called, knowing they could hear. As you neared the door, the knocking only got louder. “Geez Hold on-!” You yanked the door open to see Kakashi awkwardly standing there. He wore his authoritative demeanor.

“Y/N, may I come in?” he spoke. You almost peaked behind his shoulder, people were walking around outside. ‘We must talk.”

“Sure.” you made room for him to walk in. Just as you closed the door, you were pushed up against the door. He yanked down his mask to show that daring smirk. You felt his lips brush against yours. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pushing you even further against the door.

“ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. “ he moaned against your lips. “Shit you drive me crazy.” he growled. “I bet you thought your little show was cute.”

“Got your attention didn’t it?” you giggled through the friction. “If we’re gonna sneak around, might as well make it fun for me too.”

For the last several months you had been more than casual with Kakashi. He trailed his hand down your spine, resting at the base of your back.

“I have half a mind to punish you.” he began kissing down your neck. “But I missed you so much.”

“So does that mean you can stay for the night or do you have to wrangle those three morons again?” you melted into his tough as the thoughts of the Three Stooges getting into trouble that required Kakashi to clean up....again.

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” he began kissing your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. He kept rotating around each area of your face. To answer his question, you helped him out of his jacket. “Hm, okay then.” he smirked.

“I don’t need to tell you where my bedroom is do I?” you stepped away from him.

... (Two days later)

Training in the woods wasn’t so bad. But training while Kakashi dragged his students along was gonna drive you absolutely crazy.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yes. Naruto.” you seethed. ‘What can I do for you.”

“I’m gonna be the best Ninja in the world! You just watch! I’ll be able to beat you one day!”

“That’s great buddy!” you tried to laugh. Cute. No one could compare to you when it came to throwing sharp things at a target. You walked by Kakashi sending him a harsh glare. You walked ahead of the group. No one could see it, but your annoyance made him smile a bit. You stopped in front of a three, pinning a target to it before walking a good 30 feet away from it. You went into your pouch and took out a throwing star.

With a single flick of the wrist you threw it, watching it slice through the air and hit the target right in the middle. You walked back another few feet and did it again. Good to know you hadn’t lost your touch.

“Wow. Miss Y/N sure knows what she’s doing.” Sakura whispered to Kakashi. “I can see why everyone raves about her,”

“Yes. She is very capable, Sakura. She has impeccable precision.” he commented. Although he was thinking something completely different. Everyone watched as you took out your annoyance on the bullseye target, When you had ran out of stars, you trudged back up to the tree and yanked each one out.

Later on, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were all napping. All had passed out at some point after some extreme training courtesy of Kakashi. As for you, you were sitting by the lake, getting some much needed recreation. You had just gone for a swim. The ice cold water felt perfect.

You stood up against the tree facing away from everyone. You were prepared to get back into the water when Kakashi came up, slowly ridding himself of his shirt as he did.

“Going for a-” you were cut off as he pushed himself against you, claiming your mouth in a kiss. Not that you weren’t totally happy, but his students were literally napping less that 50 feet away from you both.

“W-wha are you-?”

“Shhh.” Kakashi pulled down his mask then got down on his knees as he fumbled with your panties. “If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet.”

“You’ve had some pretty dumb ideas but-...fuh.” you cut yourself off as you felt him trail his hands up your thigh. He pressed small kisses down your thighs. You were still soaking wet from the water, so your skin was slippery. He pulled your panties down, placing small kisses along your heat.

You dared peek over your shoulder. Everyone was still sleeping, but you found it hard to focus. Kakashi gently drove his tongue into your slit, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lungs. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against your clit.

“Kakashi~” you shuddered. You found yourself running your hands against his silvery white hair. He grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “We could get caught!”

“Exciting isn’t it?” he giggled. “You just have to stay quiet.” you felt his fingers slither inside you. “ Come on Y/N... Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay? “ he moaned, sloppily dragging his tongue up your slit. “Shit- You’re so fucking good, Y/N. You’re soaking.” he laughed evilly.

“Whose f-fault is that!”

He slapped your ass, making you gasp again. You could just picture that shit eating grin on his face.

You were made to stand up straight as Kakashi rose to his feet. He hoisted you up, wrapping both of your legs around his torso. You hadn’t noticed that his pants had dropped around his ankles. You felt his painfully slowly slide himself inside.

“They’re still sleeping.” he grunted, slowly thrusting into you. “Fuck I needed this.” he moaned. “I need you~” he coughed. “Kiss me.”

He, in a hurry, sloppily kissed you. Your tongues clashed. You faced heated up from the lewd sounds your mouths made as they clashed together. Kakashi pushed your further against the tree.

“Kakashi..” you were able to muster.

“Open your fucking mouth.” he cut you off. “Now...” he growled.

You obediently did as he asked, sticking out your tongue as Kakashi let a line of drool go from his tongue to yours. He claimed your mouth again while he dug his nails into your thighs. His cock twitched inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy.

You couldn’t even talk through his kisses. Your insides clenched around him, feeling yourself grow more and more sensitive at his touch. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore and he didn’t either.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna- ARGH-”

You felt him practically bottom out inside of you, cumming inside your depths. To avoid making any sounds, he kissed you again. With one harsh thrust, you came too. You heard those lewd watery sounds as liquids dripped out of your pussy, down your legs. Poor plants.

“Kakashi~” you moaned again.

“It feels good?” he talked down to you in a babyish voice. “You like my cum inside you don’t you.” he spilled the rest of himself into you tightness. “And they’re still sleeping.” he smirked. “You were worried about nothing.”

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes. You whined as he slowly removed himself from you.

“It’s running down your leg.” he laughed. “Shit, you’re so sexy.” he dragged his tongue down your neck. “Shit-”

“You’re lucky we didn’t get caught.” you shakily spoke. “And you call me the cheeky one.”

“Hm, don’t be like that, babe...or else I might not to easy on you this time.”

(This one was not so much hardcore, but it was something, so I’m all caught up with requests I think! Does anyone here fucks with Haikyuu?.....Can I- Can I write for Haikyuu?)

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gotham-ruaidh · 3 years

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

This story takes place during the summer of 1987. It's the time of the Cold War, and heavy metal, and Just Say No.

Ten chapters, each with a specific song as its soundtrack.

I'm so excited to finally share it with you.

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Chapter 1: Starry Eyes

Soundtrack: "Starry Eyes," Mötley Crüe, 1981 [click here to listen]

It was quiet here in the mountains.

Claire Beauchamp drew in a long, shaky breath of clear, crisp air, and tucked her legs up onto the seat of the Adirondack chair. Watching the sun set over the valley.

Gripping the arm of the chair with shaky hands.

Behind her on the deck, a dozen or so strangers – men and women – shuffled into their own chairs, or to square tables with board games under one arm. Chatter wafted through the door that led into The Ridge’s main building.

The brochure that Joe Abernathy had pressed into her hands, sitting in the back seat of his Jaguar sedan while his wife Gail drove them to the airport, described The Ridge as a residential treatment facility. Her mind was still reeling from the intervention, and that Gail had already packed her a duffel bag stuffed with essentials – it had all been so seamless.

There were many things Claire had wanted to block out in the two years since she’d left Frank and everything had fallen apart. Many things she had shut out from the world around her, paralyzed by pain. But she hadn’t lost all of her faculties quite yet.

Because no matter what The Ridge called itself, no matter how beautiful the landscaping of its grounds, or the plush cushions on the chairs, or the gourmet meals prepared by the in-house chef (herself five years in recovery, or so the brochure proudly proclaimed), there was no hiding what it really was.

Rehab.

Claire was there because she was an addict.

And she would stay there until she had unfucked her life.

“Excuse me?”

She turned to see a tall man, red hair down to his shoulders, colorful tattoos covering every inch of his arms and disappearing beneath the sleeves of a well-fitted black t-shirt.

“May I sit next to you?”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He flopped down into the chair, crossed his long legs, and lay both palms on the armrests, thumbs tapping a quick beat.

“First day?”

It had been forty six hours since her last fix, and pain sliced her skull. She hadn’t gone this long without in more than a year. “Yes,” she murmured.

Now his fingers joined in the tapping. “Thought so. The new ones always come in the middle of the day – that’s why Group is always in the afternoons. So we can have our individual sessions in the morning, and meet all together in the afternoon. It helps to stick to a schedule.”

She turned in the chair to look at him. He wasn’t looking at her – just gazing straight ahead – but he kept talking. “Anyway, it’ll just be a few minutes until dinner. I hope you like Mexican – they take Taco Tuesdays pretty seriously around here.”

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name. I know we introduced ourselves at Group, but it’s all just a blur.”

He turned to face her, and she could hear his smile. “Don’t worry about it. You’re Claire – pills addict. That’s what you told us, anyway.”

“It’s true.”

“Well then.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Jamie – I’m an alcoholic. Bourbon, mostly. And a little bit of cocaine, now and again.”

She gripped his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m a sex addict, too,” he added. “John – my therapist here – he said that the more honest I am, the better it will be for me later on.”

“I appreciate your honesty,” she said, not quite sure what else to say.

“I’ve hurt a lot of people by not being honest, and by drinking, and not being honest about my drinking.” He folded his hands in his lap. Lallybroch read one tattoo inching up his left arm, and Ellen read another. “I’m on the tenth step. I’ve learned a lot so far.”

Claire stared down at her own hands – bare, except for her mother’s silver wedding band, which Uncle Lamb had given her when she was twelve. “Well, if we’re going for honesty – I’m a trauma surgeon, at one of the top hospitals in Boston. My asshole ex-husband used to hit me, and I prescribed myself some ludes to deaden everything. I wrote out the scripts to him, then took them to the pharmacy myself.” She pursed her lips, feeling his eyes on her. “I thought I had it under control – I thought that nobody noticed. Until I showed up high one day, and made a stupid mistake, and almost killed a patient.”

He was strangely quiet – and after silently counting to twenty, Claire looked up at him. He was still tapping his fingers against the armrest of the chair, though in a more structured, organized rhythm. Nodding his head. Thinking.

“It was my best friend who got me here,” he said softly. “I’ve known him since we were kids – he even married my sister. He saw what I was doing to myself, how much I was hurting her, and hurting the thing that he and I had worked so hard to build.” A spray of black and white stars flexed above his elbow. “Who got you here?”

“My best friend. We went to medical school together – he was my man of honor at my wedding. He and his wife staged a full-on intervention.”

Jamie’s brows lifted. “Wow.”

She nodded, encouraged. “I’d already been indefinitely suspended without pay from the hospital. I figured, what do I have to lose?”

“Yeah. We have to reach that point.”

A metallic clang pierced the air – and Claire jumped.

Jamie smiled. “That’s the literal dinner bell. Like I said, I hope you like tacos.”

Claire slid forward in the chair and stood, stretching. “I could eat anything right about now. I’m not too picky.”

Now Jamie stood – and smiled down at her. “I’m helping get everyone seated tonight – we all pick up chores around here. See you in there?”

She smiled back. “Yeah. And thanks for talking to me.”

“No sweat.” Quickly he stepped away from her and across the deck toward the door back inside.

“Hey.”

Claire turned to see a woman – young, dark-haired, size zero – remove her enormous sunglasses.

“Yes?”

“I can’t believe you were talking to him!” she exclaimed.

Claire shoved her hands into her pockets. “What do you mean?”

The woman shook her head. “Do you even know who he is?”

“He introduced himself. Seemed nice enough. Why?”

The woman huffed and flipped her hair over one shoulder. “That’s Jamie Fraser. You know – the singer and lead guitarist in Print?”

“Print?” Claire searched her scattered memory. “Isn’t that some hard rock band?”

“Not just some band – the biggest band in the world for at least five years now. Like, dozens of hits, videos on MTV 24/7, big stadium tours, and armloads of awards. I’ve been trying to get his attention since I got here! And he just walked right up to you!”

It had been a long day. Claire was hungry, and tired, and wanted nothing more than an aspirin and a pillow – maybe a taco first. Definitely not any more time with this girl.

“Well, thanks for the info – ”

“Geneva,” the woman explained. “I’m an alcoholic. You?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Claire made a beeline for the door.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #little bit better than i used to be #here we go

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thatharringrovehoe · 3 years

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Part 1

Dear Steve

Bambi

Princess

Harrington. I know I'm never going to give you this. So I guess I can write whatever the fuck I want. It's not gunna matter when I leave anyway so. I'm really fucking sorry I kicked the shit out of you. There was a lot of shit I was dealing with that night and you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The plate was to much. Now that I know you a little better I know you weren't doing any perv shit with Max. She won't tell me what happened that night, but she kept a copy of one of the NDA's she signed. So whatever the fuck it was I know you protected her. After I beat the shit out of you. Fuck. I'm sorry I'm a coward and you're never going to read this. But I just can't. I knew I was gunna get stupid over you as soon as I pulled up that first day at school. Saw you standing with Wheeler by you fancy ass car and wanted to throw you into the back of the Camaro, treat you right. But I couldn't. I can't. My dad would kill me. And I mean literally. It's the reason we moved to this bum fuck nowhere town. He caught me sucking off some cute twink by the boardwalk and kicked my ass all the way to Sunday. I was in the hospital for a week and by the time they discharged me we were moving the next day. Guess he figured Hawkins was gunna set me straight. Which jokes on him cuz I met the prettiest boy I had ever fuckin seen. Fell halfway in love with him when he punched me in the face that November. Fell the rest of the way when he let me stay at his place after my dad laid into me real bad three months later. Told me I didn't deserve it. Broke out his dads fancy scotch and we got black out drunk at 3 in the morning on a Tuesday. Fuck I wish I could tell you. Because I'm gunna miss you so goddamn much when I go back to Cali. You don't know how many times I almost asked you to come with me. I could teach you to surf and we'd both get crappy jobs. Rent a shoebox apartment. But I then I think of that family you talk about. The kids and the dog and the white picket fence. I can't give you those things. I can't ask you to give up those things. Hell you don't even like men so even if I could it wouldn't matter. It's why I can't give you this letter. It's why I gotta high tail it back to Cali the day I graduate without telling you. Because I know if I see you I won't be able to. I can't say goodbye to you Bambi. I'd end up staying in this shit town just to be near you. Live the rest of my life dying inside while you fall in love with some pretty rich girl and raise those kids you want so bad in your nice big house. I gotta leave for the both of us. Because I love you.

Steve crumples up the note after reading it for what must be the 500th time. Twists it gently in his hands as he waits on the stoop of what is hopefully Billy's apartment complex. God this was a stupid idea. It's been six whole months since Billy up and left without a fucking word. He's probably over Steve. Hell he probably has a boyfriend. Looking the way Billy does Steve wouldn't be surprised. Gutted but not surprised. The California sun beats down on him as he waits for Billy to get home. Whenever that is. It's December and Steve's body is used to frigid Indiana winters. Not this sunny sea breeze heat. He twists the note a little harder, bounces his leg as he waits and waits and waits. God he's drawing some looks. Probably. He's been sitting here for going on two hours now and is starting to realize packing up his BMW with a bag of essentials with nothing but a note and a maybe address to go confront the love of his life was probably not a very well thought out plan. God what was he even gunna say?

Hey Billy, Max found your note while taking out the trash and gave it to me because she knew I was fucking heartbroken when you up and ditched me without a word. And I just thought I would drive for three whole days just to see if you still mean it even though it's been half a year and you've probably forgotten all about me and I'm sorry I never told you that I lo-

"Steve?"

Steve's head whips up and his heart fucking skips what must be 10 whole beats. That can't be healthy. Because there stands Billy fucking Hargrove carrying a paper bag of what is probably groceries. God he looks good. His hair is longer, dirty blonde curls reaching just past his shoulders. His skin is a deeper shade of tan under his white wife beater and denim shorts. And beyond all that he looks, relaxed. Carries himself with an ease he didn't have back in Hawkins. California has been good to him.

"What are you doing here?"

What the fuck is Steve doing here? When Max gave him the note he hadn't even thought about not going to see Billy. Had begged her for the address Billy had given her before he left just in case shit with Neil ever got bad. In case she needed to leave. But they hadn't spoken since and there was no guarantee that Billy hadn't moved. That he'd even made it to California at all. Just packed his car and drove. He feels kind of stupid now. Kind of wishes he had thought of something to say before hand instead of just flying by the seat of his pants.

"Hello Earth to Harrington?"

Right. Fuck. He's just been staring at Billy like a fucking freak.

"I- uh. Hi Billy."

Wow Steven real smooth. Great Job. Very natural.

"I just um. I...got your letter."

Billy looks confused. Fuck, he did forget. You're an idiot Steve Harrington.

"You know what I'm starting to realize I may have jumped the gun here and uh.. I'm gunna go."

He stands up from the cement steps and feels the stretch of his sore muscles. He hadn't really moved once he sat down to wait. Billy puts down his groceries.

"Woe woe hey you don't have to-.. Oh shit."

When Steve looks over at Billy he's gone a little pale despite the tan. Is staring with wide eyes at the crumpled stationary clutched in Steve's fist.

"Steve. I can..Fuck I can explain."

And you know what? Fuck this. Steve doesn't need to hear this when he already feels like the worlds biggest fucking loser. Drove all the way across the country just to see a boy who had moved on. Had left Steve behind. Just like everyone else.

#the hoe writes #harringrove #billy hargrove/steve harrington #billy hargrove #Part 1

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“If I came and picked you up right now, would you like to go somewhere with me?”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.3K

a/n: ok, so Yoongi and Kid haven’t seen each other in two weeks, since he hung out at her place. This includes spontaneous Min and a grateful Kid, and then Min just briefly gets into his concerns and insecurities regarding their sort-of relationship. As always, I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for reading :))

DATING Yoongi was not exactly easy, if dating was what you could even call it. Neither of you were seeing anyone else, but you were hardly seeing each other. It had been two weeks since the last time you hung out with him. Two weeks since he left your apartment, both of you with swollen lips, paired with two stomachs full of butterflies, and two heavy hearts as you both realized how much you both wanted each other and how scary that feeling was.

The two weeks without seeing each other didn’t go by out of lack of trying, but rather a series of late-night shifts and studio sessions between the both of you. Tonight was another late night for you, covering a co-workers shift to pick up some extra income. Showered and definitely not expecting a call from your sort of love interest, you were nearly in bed when your phone rang, “honey boy” popping up on the screen.

“Hello?” You answered, possibly a little too excited to hear his voice.

“Hey, Kid,” he soothed through the phone, your heart racing at the sound of it and the way you never got used to him calling you that. “What are you up to?”

“I was about to get into bed,” you told him, eyes scanning over the nicely made bed, Yoongi humming in thought. “What about you?”

“Just leaving the studio,” he told you. Another late night for him too, you thought as you looked at your alarm clock to see it was 10:30.

There was a pause, neither of you speaking, both of you waiting for the other to initiate. Yoongi broke the silence, letting out a groan as if he was stretching. “I miss you, Kid.”

The words relaxed you, receiving some assurance that you were still on his mind, possibly as much as he was yours. “Is that why you’re calling me?” You asked with a smile.

“I wanted to hear your voice,” he admitted shyly, and you knew the comment was paired with one of his small embarrassed grins.

“Jeez, Min, why are you so obsessed with me?” You teased him, Yoongi letting out a breathy chuckle. You ached to see the accompanying gummy smile.

“I can’t even deny it,” he laughed, you smiling giddily though he couldn’t see it. “You know what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately?”

“What’s that?” You asked.

“I want to take you out,” he admitted. “On a proper date. Maybe something cliché like a movie.”

You both knew public dates weren’t very realistic due to the nature of his job, but you found yourself wanting that as well. “What movie would you take me to see?” You asked, toying with a dish of jewelry sitting on your dresser.

“Something stupidly romantic,” he responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You laughed at the comment before Yoongi sighed again.

“Maybe someday, Min,” you replied. You awaited a response, but none came, and it had you regretting the words.

After a beat, Yoongi broke the silence. “How tired are you?” He suddenly asked, his tone excited though a bit timid.

“Uh, just a little. I was going to watch Netflix for a bit I think,” you said, curious as to what he was thinking.

“If I came and picked you up right now, would you like to go somewhere with me?” He asked. “It won’t be anything special but-”

“Yes,” you easily said, cutting him off. Yoongi’s breathy chuckle sounded again.

“Ok,” he simply responded. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok,” you grinned happily, confused as hell but excited, nonetheless. “Do I need to bring anything?”

He hummed in thought before cutely saying, “snacks, maybe?”

“Snacks?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok,” you agreed through a single breathy laugh. “I’ll meet you outside. With snacks.”

“See you in a bit,” he responded, the smile on his face evident in his voice, before the line went dead. You had no idea what he had in mind, but you don’t think you’d ever been so excited in your life.

Not even five minutes later, Yoongi was pulling up and you were bouncing toward his car, carrying a bag of various snacks. Opening the passenger door, you couldn’t conceal your excitement as you greeted him with a, “hey, Honey Boy,” your smile stretched across your face as you sat down in the car and shut the door.

“Hey, Kid,” he beamed right back, the sight of his gummy smile causing your heart to race. The car was warm, contrasting from the chill of the night. You found yourself wanting to kiss him as you stared across the console at him, but he beat you to it, reaching for your hand and tugging on it, you leaning toward him so he could place his lips on yours.

You hadn’t seen the man in two weeks, but he had a way of making it feel like no time passed at all. There was no awkwardness, but rather pure bliss and relief over being in each other’s presence again.

Pulling his lips from yours, he stared at you for a moment, a small grin on his face. “I missed you,” he told you again, your smile shamelessly widening at the statement.

“I missed you too,” you whispered.

Turning away from you to hide his bashful expression, he placed one hand on the steering wheel and he other on the gear shift. “Buckle up,” he nodded to you as he looked ahead, preparing to put the car into drive.

Clicking the buckle into place, you settled into your seat, feeling quite comfortable in the warmth of the car as well as in Yoongi’s presence. Looking over at Yoongi, you couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his side profile like you always did. His pouted lips and fluffy cheeks were adorable as ever. When his lips curved up into a knowing smile, you averted your eyes.

“Staring again?” He teased.

“Shut up,” you lamely responded, an embarrassed smile overtaking your face as Yoongi chuckled. “Where are we going?”

“Just over here,” he nodded ahead. “Don’t you like surprises?”

“I do but I’m also impatient,” you grinned. He kissed his teeth as he shook his head with a smile.

You both looked ahead as he drove through the lamp lit street and it was then you noticed the song that was currently playing in the car. When you read my lips, I know you feel my cold. But I promise you my heart is made of gold.

“Joji?” You asked excitedly, Yoongi flashing you an embarrassed smile.

“He’s good,” he simply replied, turning into a random mall parking lot, causing you to pull your eyebrows together in confusion.

“You have great taste in music, Min,” you teased, as this very album was the same one you played for him two weeks ago in your apartment. He smiled knowingly, as he pulled up behind the mall, putting the car into park and looking over to find your confused expression.

Yoongi laughed loudly at your expression, a few giggles slipping from you as you stared at him. “What are we doing?”

“This is the mall,” he said dumbly.

“Yoongi,” you laughed, “I know but what are we doing here?”

“Who comes to mall at 10:50 at night?” He asked you.

Looking around at the lack of activity you pointed out, “Literally no one.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. You stared at him a moment longer before you realized, this was a public setting that you could sort of hang out at without worrying about being caught.

“So, you’re a genius,” you grinned widely, Yoongi nodding cockily.

He unbuckled his seat belt before leaning over the console to dig in the backseat, pulling out his laptop and the power cord. “The nice thing about these new fancy cars is they have wifi, and a power adapter,” he pointed out, plugging the cord in before opening the screen. You watched him curiously, still very much confused by what he was doing. Looking up at you, he smiled at your expression. “I told you I wanted to take you to the movies.”

You gasped, probably too dramatically, but Yoongi fondly smiled at you as if you were the cutest thing. “We’re watching a movie?”

“Wow, you’re a genius too,” he teased you, you slapping his arm gently.

“This is amazing,” you said in awe. He stared at you with his wide-eyed expression and pouted lips, seemingly shocked by you being genuinely thrilled with the date idea. “You’re incredible, what the fuck?”

“Really?” He asked in surprise.

“Are you kidding me? This is the sweetest date I could ever imagine,” you beamed, leaning over the console and leaving a big kiss to his cheek, and then to his other cheek, and to his nose, and finally his lips. “What are we watching?” You mumbled against his lips, kissing him once more before sitting back. “Something stupidly romantic?” You asked, mimicking his words from earlier that night.

You were met with a gummy smile as he grabbed his laptop, turning it away from you. “Well,” he started as you tried to make out the distorted reflection of the screen in the car window, without success. Typing and clicking away, he wore a smirk. The dude knew he was killing it. As the movie started playing, he turned the screen toward you as the title credits started, flashing Casablanca across the laptop display, majestic adventure-type music sounding throughout the car.

Staring at him in disbelief, his smile grew. “Have I ever told you you’re a honey boy?” The man simply shrugged and you shook your head. “I don’t think you realize how amazing this is.” You grabbed Yoongi’s hoodie, pulling him toward you so you could kiss him over the console again, Yoongi smiling into the action.

“This is kind of in the way, don’t you think?” He asked, lightly hitting his fist against the console. “Backseat?” You nodded enthusiastically, both of you quickly exiting the car into the cold air. You waiting to get back in as Yoongi set the laptop on the console. “Get in,” he gestured to you, both of you crawling back inside. You fell into each other, Yoongi wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.

You felt a kiss on the top of your head as you both settled in for the movie. Neither of you spoke much beyond the occasional comment on the film’s plot. You loved that about Yoongi. You didn’t have to speak, being together was enough. As the car windows fogged up from your breathing and the difference of temperature inside the car and outside, the nearly two hour film was spent in relative silence. Beyond the crunch of snacks, the both of you simply clung to your perfect moment, knowing two hours is a short amount of time when you wanted to spend all your time with this person.

As the end of the movie neared, Yoongi wrapped another arm around you, holding you to him firmly as Rick tells Ilsa to leave him in Casablanca. Telling her if she doesn’t leave on the plane, she’ll regret it.

“Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”

When Ilsa replies, “And what about us?” Yoongi took a sharp breath.

“We’ll always have Paris,” Rick replies.

You tucked your chin into your neck so you could press a small kiss to Yoongi’s wrist before resting your chin on his forearm. “You really are a honey boy, Yoon.”

He let out a light chuckle, pressing his lips to the top of your head, leaving them there as he thought. “I don’t know about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, focus on the movie gone as you paid close attention to the way Yoongi’s deep breaths became shallower.

“I sometimes think I should have let you go,” he told you quietly. “That day we met.” You froze, your heart stilling as you waited for him to elaborate further. “Or the day I met you for breakfast, maybe I shouldn’t have shown up. You gave me the out, but-” he let out a single, dry, humorless laugh. “It would have been the noble thing to do, but I’m a selfish man.”

Pulling out of his arms, you sat up, directing your glare at him. “Honestly, what are you on about?”

“I can’t give you the time and attention you deserve, Kid.” The way he spoke the words was almost defeated. You thought he moved past this way of thinking. And the assumption that you were a victim to his inability to date you as a person with a more normal job could was pissing you off.

“I’ve told you, I know what I got myself into.” He opened his mouth to speak, cuing you to hold your hand up to silence him. “I understand your job, and I am well aware that whatever this is between us will never be normal.” Yoongi stared at you thoughtfully, taking in your words. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions,” you informed him, reaching for his hand, which he easily allowed. “I gave myself an out that day too. We both decided to show up.”

After a moment of silence, he sighed, sitting up from the back of the car seat. “I know that,” he nodded. “I do.” You stared into his gaze intently, and surprisingly, he didn’t break the eye contact. “I’m afraid.”

“Fuck, Yoongi, I am too,” you admitted sincerely, bringing your free hand to cradle the side of his face. “You terrify me, dude.”

A light chuckle left his lips at the term, you smiling in return. “I scare myself too,” he added, feigning light-heartedness, though you felt there were more to the words. Before you could ask, however, he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand in his. “You’re ok with the secrecy? The infrequent dates? BTS and Suga?”

“I was from the start,” you shook your head, soothing your thumb along his cheek. “I need you to trust that,” you told him.

“I do,” he nodded. “I trust you.”

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Come Together - Little Movie Star Chapter Five (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

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Summary: It was finally time to meet the Padalecki’s. What if they did not like you? You were expecting a lot of things but you certainly were not expecting this. Were you dreaming? You had to be.

Words: 1,912

Warnings: language, Jared being a hugger (you’ll understand why I put it here), being uncomfortable, scared of having to go back, surprises, kinda a filler chapter but important for the future of this story

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

~2016~

Tonight, the Padalecki’s were coming over. When Jensen broke the news to you, you were excited but equally nervous. Danneel drove the kids over to their grandparents so they would not disturb you during dinner. Not that they ever annoyed you. The exact opposite, actually. You loved having them around. But you were supposed to focus on Jared & Gen tonight.

The thought of them getting to know you scared the shit out of you. They were the Ackles’ best friends, after all, & you wanted to leave a good first impression behind. It took you some time to figure out what you wanted to wear for dinner. It would be held at home so you did not have to overdress but at the same time, you found dressing nicely to be convenient. After changing your outfit one too many times, you settled on a simple look. While it was nothing special, you did feel confident in it. And confidence was definitely something you needed later today.

Spending hours in the bathroom was not planned, it simply happened. You wanted to look perfect. Danneel had told you that there was no need to worry, that they would love you just as you were. Being a fan of them for a long time, you knew they would never judge you by they way you looked. It just was not in their nature. Still, it could not hurt to put effort into your look, right?

When you woke up today, the first thing you did was checking your phone. You knew you should not but sometimes you felt the need to. By now, everyone knew about you. And while the hate comments were becoming less & less, some days, you only noticed the negative responses. Of course, the media had picked up on the fact that you were a new person they could write about. There was not much to report about you, though. Some paparazzi had shot a few pictures of you over the time of you living in Austin. At first, you were creeped out by the idea of being watched 24/7. Now, you were dealing with it way better. When you were seen with Jensen, you posed for the pictures & it was fun to mess with them, really. Besides your first Instagram post, you had been quiet on social media. The hate wave still needed some time to die down & you did not want to add fire to the flame by posting more stuff about your new life. Surprisingly, the articles that had been written about you were mainly positive. Of course, a couple of them were looking for drama but because of your silence on social media, there was not much they could write about.

Walking out of your room after checking your look in the mirror for the hundredth time, you saw that you still had an hour left before they would be coming by. You could ask Danneel if you could help in the kitchen. She had insisted on making the main dish while the Padalecki’s would bring over dessert. Danneel heard you walking in & gasped when she turned around to look at you.

“Wow, (Y/N). You look gorgeuous.” blushing at her words, you thanked her.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” walking over, you could already smell the delicious dish Danneel was preparing.

“You could set the table if you don’t mind?” she asked you & you immediately got to work, grabbing everything necessary to put on the table.

Hey, Dee?” you were at a point where calling her by her nickname did not make you uncomfortable anymore. Yet, if you had to be fully honest, being in Jensen’s presence calmed you more. Comparing your relationship to the beginning, though, the both of you had improved by a lot. And you were grateful that your trying was not for nothing.

“What’s up?”

“Where’s Jensen? Shouldn’t he…I don’t know, be here already?” you knew he was not the person to be late, especially not for something as important as this. Okay, it was just dinner but he was aware of your nervousness even days before. Danneel informed you that he was at the Padalecki’s house & would arrive right in time with them. Okay, good. At least he did not forget about it.

Ever since you had arrived in Austin, Jensen’s filming schedule was all over the place. The crew wanted to give him more time with you & the change in his life. This ended up in him flying back & forth from Vancouver to Austin almost every couple of days. It was exhausting & you had reasoned with him to focus on his work entirely, that you guys would be okay here. But nope, Jensen wanted to be there with his family & you appreciated his efforts a lot. A lot of weekends, he was at conventions all across the country but he always managed to stop by & spend time with you all. He was great.

There was knocking on the front door & you knew it was them. Danneel asked you to get the door & you were silently preparing yourself. You had multiple conversations in your head & hoped that one of them would be fitting. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. Damn, you knew Jared was tall but he was tall. You were pulled into a bone-crashing hug before any words were exchanged. Right, you knew Jared was a hugger, you had seen enough videos of him admitting that. Still, you were getting used to physical touch & his hug did more bad than good. You hated yourself for feeling that way, there was no need to be scared of hugs.

“Easy, pal. Let her go.” Jensen rescued you by tapping Jared’s shoulder. It was as if he suddenly remembered that you actually were not one for hugs. Pulling away abruptly, he scratched the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry…” he quietly apologized. “I’m Jared. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N).” you could not stay mad at him, the look in his eyes & his smile was enough to forget the uncomfortable hug immediately.

“It’s no problem & likewise, Jared.” stepping out of the doorway to let them in, Gen came into view & she smiled sweetly at you. Not making the same mistake as Jared, she simply shook your hand.

“Hi (Y/N), I’m Gen. You look pretty.” would you ever stop blushing whenever someone gave you a compliment? You were not sure but it was something you could work on, you thought.

“Thank you. It’s good to see you.” keeping your nervousness at bay, you were proud when your voice did not crack. If you acted like this the entire evening, you would be fine.

Jared & Gen walked into the house to greet Danneel & Jensen stopped you before you could follow them. Facing him, you gave him a confused look, not knowing what he wanted from you.

“I’m sorry about Jared. I told him you weren’t one for hugs but that jerk doesn’t listen very well.” Jensen felt bad that the first interaction between you guys was uncomfortable for you.

“It’s fine, Jensen, really. I knew he was a hugger.” a laugh escaped you, one that eased him a little. Now he could tell you were not mad at what happened. It could only get better from now on, right?

Dinner went by fast. It was easy to talk to them & while they did ask you a lot of questions, they were never uncomfortable. They knew where the line was that should not be crossed. At least for the time being.

“So, (Y/N).” Jared started.

“Yeah?”

“I heard a rumor that you’re a fan of Supernatural?” he gave you a smile that showed you that he knew the answer to that question already. You nodded your head.

“Started watching about three years ago.“

“That brings me to my next very important question. Who’s your favorite? Sam or Dean?” oh, he did go down that road, great. You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you & Jared was looking way too confident. Honesty was important, right? Well, then you might as well confess.

“Actually…Cas is my favorite.” you admitted. Both, Jared & Jensen, gasped & acted as if the world just ended. You laughed at their antics. They could be such children.

“That’s my girl.” Danneel spoke up & high-fived you. Yeah, you could get used to that group of people.

Danneel & Gen left Jensen, Jared & you alone, knowing what they were about to tell you. Jared had brought you a little gift. It was one of his hoodies from the newest “Always Keep Fighting” campaign. The one with the “Family Has Your Back” logo. After thanking him, you immediately put it on, loving how it fit you. It was a little too big on you but that made it even comfier.

“We have to tell you something.” Jensen started. Oh no. Usually, when people from your past started a conversation like this, you were sent back the next day. Wait…Would they really do that? After everything?

“O-okay?” hiding your nervousness was not possible anymore. Jared noticed you trembling hands & eased your mind before you got the wrong impression.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s a good thing, I promise.” again, Jared’s smile had an effect on you. Maybe it was because he was so empathetic.

“Remember when you told me that you enjoyed acting a while ago?” Jensen continued after you nodded, “I managed to get you two auditions. They are online, so I can be there with you this entire time. That is, of course, only if you wanna do this.” your eyes widened at his words. Had you heard him right? He got you auditions? Plural? That was literally one of your biggest dreams.

“So?” Jared asked when you were silent for a few seconds. You just needed time to process everything. But holy shit. Of course you wanted to do this!

“I’d love to! What are the auditions for?”

“One is for being a main character in season 13 of Supernatural & the-“ Jensen was cut off.

“WAIT WHAT?! You’re kidding, right?”

“He so isn’t kidding.” Jared chimed in.

“And the second one?” everything was too much right now. How could you possibly deal with this information without freaking out?

“A role for the next Avengers movie.” Jensen finished. Yeah, sure, why not?

“How? How did you get these auditions for me?” you were shocked to say the least. What was happening?

“We do have some connections.” Jared winked at you & this time, it was you who pulled the both of them into a hug. Jared looked surprised while Jensen just smiled. He appreciated whenever you initiated physical touch, knowing it was not easy for you.

After the talk, Danneel & Gen joined you guys again & you excitedly told them about your upcoming auditions. That was so foreign to you. Having upcoming auditions. Even though they made sure that you understood that they could not guarantee anything, you were more than grateful that they even got you this opportunity. Supernatural & Marvel, both fandoms you loved wholeheartedly. And now you had the chance to be play an actual part if everything worked out. And how you hoped it would. Your life had changed so much lately & it could change even more now.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/17/2021) by Cathy

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I’m proud of you, son//Rafe Cameron x reader

requested?: yessss “when you have the time, can I request a fic where rafe brings home his girl who's a year younger and he's so proud of her bc 'look at her, she's gorgeous and smart and I did this dad' and Sarah and Wheezie like her and rafe is just do happy bc look he made ward proud and ward tell him he's proud of him and it's just rly cute?”

summary: Rafe finally introduces you to his family

warnings: fluff

WC:1241

(NOT MY GIF, CREDS TO THE OWNER!!!)

You and Rafe had been dating for almost 6 months now. You had been keeping it a bit of a secret. Not because you didn’t want to be seen with Rafe. It was actually his idea to keep it a secret. He was not sure how his father would feel about it. And honestly, he was scared.

He had previously brought a girl home to his dad a few years ago and Ward had gotten so mad for some reason. And then Rafe broke up with her.

Rafe didn’t want to admit it, but his father’s opinion was actually really important to him.

“Are you sure you’re not going to break up with me when he doesn’t like me?” you asked looking up at him. You were standing outside of his house, about to go in to meet Rafe’s dad and Rose for the first time.

“I’m positive. Trust me when I say that nothing can make me change my feelings about you,” he reassured, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on the back of it when he noticed that your hands were shaking from the nerves.

“It’s going to be okay.”

As soon as he opened the door, a blonde woman came out of somewhere rushing towards you, a wine glass in her hand. She had an apron on, although you were 100% sure she didn’t cook.

“Oh my God! You must be Y/N. So nice to meet you!” She hugged you very tightly, making you let go of Rafe’s hand and almost spill her wine all over you.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Cameron!”

She giggled. “Oh please! Call me Rose. Now come on, the food is almost ready.”

Your hand quickly found Rafe’s again when you followed Rose into the dining room.

Everyone else was there already, sitting behind the dinner table. Sarah and Wheezie were on their phones, not paying attention to what was happening, and Ward was reading a newspaper.

“Dad. I want to meet my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rafe said. At this point, you were more nervous than you had ever been in your whole entire life. Your palms were sweating and you felt your knees get a bit weak.

Rafe, noticing your nervousness, squeezed your hand a bit, letting you know that he was right there with you.

Sarah and Wheezie had put down their phones to look at the interaction that was about to happen.

Ward set his newspaper down onto the table and stood up from where he was sitting. Then he walked over to you two. He held out his hand and you shook it, smiling at him. Surprisingly he smiled back.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ward. How much did he pay you to be here tonight?”

You were shocked that he would even ask anything like this. “What?”

“I’m just kidding. Let’s sit down! Shall we?”

Then it was time to sit around the table and eat dinner. You were sat between Rafe and Sarah. Wheezie was sitting on the other side of Sarah. Ward and Rose were sat on the opposite side of the table, facing you.

As the food was served, Ward and Rose started to ask you questions about you and your relationship with Rafe.

“So… how did you guys meet?” Rose asked, taking a bite of her food.

You looked at Rafe, silently telling him to talk about it.

“Uhh, we met at a small get-together almost a year ago.” By “a small get-together” he meant a pretty huge party that was thrown by Topper. “And then we became friends and started dating six months after. That’s basically it.”

“Interesting,” Ward commented. “Do you go to school, Y/N?”

“I just graduated high school at the beginning of this summer, so currently not. But I applied to a few universities. Hopefully, I can start studying again this fall.”

“Oh, that’s great. Maybe you can convince Rafe to go back to college too,” Ward said, which made Rafe scoff. “Not a chance.”

“Wait how old are you again?”

“I’m 18, sir.”

“You can call me Ward, Y/N.”

“Okay, sir.” You quickly realized what you had said and mentally face-palmed. “Ward.”

“And do you have any hobbies? Have you found something that interests you?”

“No, not particularly,” you answered.

“Oh come on, Y/N! She’s an artist. Like you have to see her work, it’s amazing. Is it okay if I show a few pictures?” Rafe turned to you. He knew that you were a bit insecure about your art, so he wanted to make sure you were okay with it.

You nodded, so he took out his phone and showed Rose and Ward some pictures of your most recent paintings.

“Wow, these are absolutely spectacular, Y/N! You’re a really good artist.” Rose looked at the pictures, complimenting your art.

“Thank you!”

Ward agreed. “Rose is right, these are really beautiful. Have you thought about selling some of your work? I bet many people would want to buy from you.”

“Thank you, but no I haven’t. I don’t think these are worth selling.”

“Oh, they definitely are. But you do you.”

As the evening went on, you weren’t as nervous anymore and you actually enjoyed talking to his family. They seemed like really nice people, despite what Rafe had previously told you about them.

“I’ll come over tonight, okay?” Rafe said, hugging you and resting his head on top of yours. It was time for you to leave.

“Okay.”

Now felt like the right time. “I love you, Rafe.”

He distanced himself a bit from you so he could look into your eyes. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was in utter disbelief. Neither of you had said ‘i love you’ yet. So this was a huge thing.

“You what?” he asked, still in shock.

“I love you.”

He then pulled you closer to him again, squeezing you so tight that you almost couldn’t breathe. He happily spun you around, a huge smile on his face. “I love you too, Y/N” He put you back onto the ground and smashed his lips against yours.

“I can’t believe this,” he mumbled against your lips.

“That I love you?” you asked, pulling away from the kiss and smiling like crazy.

“I can’t believe that I have a girlfriend like you. You’re literally the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He placed small kisses everywhere on your face, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay, enough! I have to go now.”

“Fine! If you have to,” he jokingly sighed.

“I love you. See you later tonight!” You hopped into your car and started up the engine.

“I love you too!” He gave you one last kiss on the lips before you drove away.

As he entered his house again, Ward patted him on his back.

“She’s a keeper. I’m proud of you, son.” For the second time that night, Rafe couldn’t believe what he had heard.

“You are?”

“Of course, but if I don’t see a ring on her finger a few years from now, I’m going to be very mad at you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Rafe assured him, a big smile on his face.

He felt like for once in his life, he hadn’t failed. He had the best girlfriend in the world and his father was finally proud of him. Life couldn’t get any better.

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frogtanii · 3 years

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Wind anon has a test tomorrow so she is gonna be studying for a bit—but it should be okay! (Actually, seeing and reading not only the PF updates but also all the comments from fans give me energy and motivation. It’s really good at cheering me up, so I greatly appreciate how I was able to stumble upon such a community.) Anyway, might as well get to the reaction!

First, starting off with Iwaizumi... every time I see an Iwaizumi start I get a bit anxious like “oh no, it’s him again” type of feeling. Makes me all twisty. But I was like “hm? Why’s he asking where they all are? He drove them to the venue?” So I was like “aaaaa” but softly

And YN with Suga and Akaashi! Soft boys. Very very nice. Suga mentioned reading books as a suggestion to Bokuto before didn’t he? Book crew~ also, I like that there’s a bench by the restrooms of the place. Very conveniently placed, isn’t it? Though the mention that it’s secluded is very fitting with YN needing to recharge the social battery. Some days I need to recharge my battery myself, and I just completely lose the desire to talk once it’s low. I hope YN gets lots and lots of self care days where she doesn’t have to do anything but love being herself. She deserves it.

Kuroo being with Bokuto :D! I like how he’s still sticking by even when he has no clue what they are talking about. It’s wonderful.

And Kenma :0. Same restroom as the one where YN, Akaashi, and Suga are? Because then they all went together. Cute cute cute. A group of introverts.

Sakusa and Atsumu by the snack table. That’s good, that’s good, hope that they had some good food.

Osamu talking to a kid about how he cooks his ramen! Very nice very nice, I feel like there hasn’t been enough chances to show Osamu’s desire and love for food. I mean, there was that one time Meiko got him to cook food for her even when he was tired and I’m still a bit grumpy about that, but it’s nice that he’s getting a chance to socialize to people like this.

Daichi, starting off with saying he was indisposed—my immediate reaction was to zone in and be like “Meiko” but no. It wasn’t her this time. By this point I was like “but...where is she...?” But also, Daichi is being real polite with the way he’s talking. Curious, but not bad. Just interesting to me.

And here we see Iwaizumi doing the classic “I hold the power. I demand answers” I know that he’ll have his redemption arc but I am just very...at odds with him right now and wind anon disapproves. It’s upsetting to see him actually. I can only imagine how YN feels... (oh, I’ve been thinking of what’d it be like to take the place of Meiko. Not right now because that’s asking for wind anon to wake up to animosity and chaos—scary. But like, if wind anon was from the start... platonic cuddling with YN and no drama...)

But Daichi taking care of the wardrobe malfunction. That’s a cool choice. Though I suppose it makes sense. He’s the steady type. Less impulsive and emotion driven compared to Iwaizumi, but still able to get there. Though, considering the amount of stress Iwaizumi has been under, was it really not a thing to ask for help from one of the members, or to request another person from management? There’s...13 members altogether, so 12 people he’s trying to manage right now. I don’t think there would be much loss having 2 managers to care for 6 main members at a time. Might be more efficient, and they could always try a rotational schedule and collaborate if they want more full house content.

I like how Iwaizumi asked “who and where” and when Daichi replied with only The Who, everyone still moved on. Just shows how frazzled and frantic Iwaizumi is under that calm facade.

Iwaizumi commanding them to leave :0! I was really puzzled at this point. Like the rest of the members, I didn’t understand why he was so adamant considering he had made them go to the event to network. And him forgetting Oikawa...

But moving down to the part where Iwaizumi blows up and tells them to get in the limo (because wind anon doesn’t want her reaction to drag too long), it’s very much like Iwaizumi. First there is the message about “there will be another event where you get to pretend you’re relevant for a couple of hours” oh, wind anon is focusing on that line. Obviously, the fact that they are all preoccupied right now is not a concern to him—but this was very emotionally charged and blunt—he didn’t have the patience to frame his thoughts to something prettier and more logical—this is truly what he thinks. “There will be another event” shows that he believes that there definitely will be one—he’s not trying to cover his words so the fact he mentioned there’s another event means it’s not trying to placate them in a sense. I mean, if he’s trying to placate them, rage is not the way to go about it anyway so it would have been a fail even without this, but he specified the event when he could’ve not said a thing about a future event so, yeah. “Where you get to pretend to be relevant for a few hours” oh my gosh. How to go about analyzing this portion? The content, the emotion, the execution, it’s all so...vivid. (10/10 job as always fr0ggy) the fact that he says pretend to be relevant shows how he views the house. Obviously they like the content they create. They care about the content they create. And sure they may not all be big, but relevant? They’re definitely relevant in your career choice Iwaizumi. They got nominated for an award and it’s not as if they were around for a super long time. It’s impressive. You’ll get attention and more of a fan base. Their relevance will definitely grow. The words by themselves are an attack of sorts to the members, showing his belief that they are shallow and fake and trying to get famous and seem big. Makes him seem like he has an inferiority complex of sorts, the way he’s acting. Take everything I say with a grain of salt though. I’m not a doctor.

Okay, next. We have Daichi, who is more reliable and asks for logic! Thank the lords of the PF universe, I literally wouldn’t be able to take too much emotional charge. And then Meiko’s name pops up. The last time I was writing an ask, I was redesigning Meiko’s entire look, and purely the look. I wasn’t doing a character analysis and I didn’t put anything besides my opinions on a better dress but I saw this and the complete blankness my mind went was astonishing.

“She’s a grown woman Tsumu. I left her alone for a few hours, she can handle that.” Y’know, for a cook, he really didn’t realize that was a recipe for disaster. (B-dum tsss. I do like puns) but she’s been shown to not be able to take care of herself and also have a bad personality on top of that so it really was an explosion in the making. I’m the spectrum of not taking care of myself (skipping meals to do schoolwork...skipping meals to sleep...yeah, no) but I think my personality is decent. But Meiko? I actually thought she might be decent with networking. I mean, she picks up guys quite easily doesn’t she? So I was fascinated with what she could’ve possibly done.

Liquor :0 !! I was never interested in drinking liquor that much (though they are pretty a lot of the times...the colors and bottles and glasses are really nice art subjects). Seeing Meiko makes me want to avoid alcohol even more. She started drinking...gosh, she is...a hot mess. Not even kids would be as bad...

Her being “plastered”? Considering that one time where she started drinking a ton before going to a club and...forcing herself on Suga, and how she managed to leave the bathroom completely composed and such, I was mesmerized at the fact she actually managed to drink enough to get completely wasted. And champagne? She must’ve just stuck around and made a whole group of glasses where she was. Also, she didn’t try to get any guys? Wow. Wind anon is staring at her like she’s a particularly weird specimen. She is so...baffling. Confusing.

She insulted and slapped someone :0!!!!!! The amount of exclamation marks show how intense my reaction is. Violent, violent, and such an idiot Meiko is. I hope management steps in. I can’t stand looking at her. But I mean...once she wakes up, like the morning after, would anyone be willing to look and care for her? Such a mess...

I pity the people in management who would have to smooth this over. Gosh, they need a raise and a fruit basket. Like those fancy ones with the fruit cut into shapes on skewers and such. As well as a box of chocolates.

But yeah, I’ll end it here. Been a while since I have a long reaction. I’m pretty sure I got a bit of the analysis wrong and also rambled a bit too much at times, hmmm.

Okay, headcanon time... imagine YN making make up by breaking all of Meiko’s and she just names the mix “Meiko” because it’s a streaky mess. She packages it and gives it to fans for free. It would be fun :D. Only the eyeshadows and stuff though. I do not trust any thing that would directly touch Meiko...like her lipsticks. Bleh.

Sakusa, Akaashi, Suga, Tooru, and YN being eyeliner group. Just imagine Akaashi tilting your head up with the lightest fingers under your chin, while Sakusa braids your hair and folds in some dark silk flowers with pearl centers into it. YN smiling at them after she comes out, with pomegranate lip tint and a leather jacket. Be dangerous YN. Kill us all. YN supremacy <3.

YN and Atsumu would be the two to have the popsicles that you break apart.

Kenma wears red eyeliner once for a dare or a gift to fans or something and all of his fans decide to pass out.

Osamu and Bokuto doing stuff together to promote healthy living.

Okay, gonna end here. I very much appreciate all the support here. Much love towards those who favorite my asks and such too. I’m super glad you all like hearing from me. I mean, we’re all fans of PF and fr0ggy so I hope that everyone is enjoying all of this as much as I am. You all make me very very happy. Much appreciation to all the anons and ask senders and submissions because everyone is super cool.

Take care fr0ggy! Much hearts to you!

oh geez i hope ur test goes well!!!!!!! i don’t have much to say cs ur incredibly eloquent (as usual) but i rlly like the idea of bokuto n osamu promoting healthy living!!!! that rlly hits cs my family is VERY much into healthy living so that just made me happy hehe ILY I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY KITH KITH <3333

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #wind anon

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somethinginthewayiam · 3 years

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What happens in New York... Part 2 - Rainy City

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Anna (OFC)

Warnings: language, (smut in future chapters)

Words: 2577

Summary: Anna’s event planning is getting out of hand, heading from one crisis to the next. First, the rain surprises her then her phone break and then she runs into Sebastian out of all people...

a/n: For everybody who read The universe can be a bitch, in this chapter we have a little flashback to see what happened after Anna woke up in Sebastian’s bed the next morning

Previous chapters: Part 1

“Thank you for nothing, asshole”, Anna mumbled to herself as she walked down the stairs of the office building where she just had the 8th business meeting of today. Her event was just a little under a week away and that infamous napkin problem did not seem to go away. That’s why she had just met with the vendor who had gotten the order wrong in the first place but did not seem to be able to fix his own mistake.

Anna took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. It rung a few times before someone picked up. “Mr. Baxter? Hello, this is Anna from Perrisher-Event-Planning. I’m afraid I have to ask for a big, big favor”, she said as she walked down the last steps and through a door into the lobby.

“Can you provide me with white and black linen napkins, 300 each until the 13th?”, Anna asked and internally prayed that her back-up vendor would not let her down like the original one. “I know what I’m asking of you but you would save my ass, if I’m allowed to say so”, Anna toned down her voice for the last part of the sentence.

She walked up to the glass doors, but before she could walk out, got stopped by the sight of heavy raining outside. Of course she didn’t have an umbrella with her, let alone a jacket. It had been hot and sunny the whole day, no sign of an upcoming weather storm.

With a silent sigh, she walked back into the lobby while she listened to Mr. Baxter ranting on about how difficult her order would be on such short notice, but he would try what he could, but, but, but…

Anna figured she could wait in the lobby for the storm to pass and use the time to seduce Mr. Baxter to literally save her ass. “I know, it’s short notice, but if this works out, I owe you. How about I talk to my boss about making you our main supplier for future events?”, she suggested and hoped Mr. Baxter will fall for her words. Clarice would probably never say yes to this, but Anna could at least tell him that she had tried.

“Yes! Thank you so much, Mr. Baxter. I can’t wait to hear from you, thank you so, so much”, Anna said and had to control her voice since the doorman kept shooting her some weird looks. She couldn’t control the big smile that spread across her face. Maybe her career wasn’t about to end because of some stupid red napkins.

Her phone rang again and it was Sandra from the office. “Hey, Sandra. What’s up?”, Anna asked with a cheerful voice. “Wow, you sound happy”, Sandra noticed. “It’s because I am. I think I just solved the napkin crisis”, she explained. “Hey, that’s great. Let’s hope you’re on a roll”, Sandra said and Anna’s smile disappeared immediately. “What happened now?”, Anna asked with an annoyed sigh and shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “It’s the caterer. She said that she has problems with her shrimp supplier and they can’t withhold the delivery window, so there will probably be no shrimps at all”, Sandra explained. “Come on”, Anna whined and covered her eyes with her free hand.

“I’ll call her”, Anna said and took a deep breath. “She’s not in today, it was her assistant that had called me before”, Sandra warned her. “You gotta be kidding me? Who drops a bomb like this and then just stays home like a little bitch?”, Anna almost yelled and the doorman gave her a strange look again, combined with an alert cough. “Sorry”, she mouthed towards him and held her hand up in an apologetic gesture. “Wait a minute, the doorman is about to throw me out”, Anna said and walked towards the glass doors. It was still heavily pouring outside but she had no choice but to leave the building.

She pulled out an old newspaper she still had in her purse and held it upon her head as stepped out on the sidewalk. It has gotten colder too and she immediately looked around for a free cab. “I’m on my way to the office, try to find out the caterers private number or somewhere else I can reach her. Try her assistant first. I try to be there as fast as I…”, Anna rose her voice to drown the sound of traffic and the rain.

Anna walked with head ducked, her eyes on the pavement before her. Someone ran into her and bumped her shoulder hard enough just so her phone fell out of her slippery hands and on the ground. She just so managed not to step on it. “JERK!”, she yelled at the person who didn’t even care to say sorry or even turn around.

The call was disrupted and her screen had a pretty nasty crack. The water coming from above pattered on it and got into every little crack, soaking the phone through and through. Anna picked it up, the screen dark, not able to start it again. “Shit!”, she grunted and threw it in her purse.

She threw the newspaper in the nearest trash can since it was soaked as well and started to come apart. Anna held her hand up to stop a cab, her eyes squinted together because of the heavy rain. Her hair was almost completely drenched, strands sticking to her face. She didn’t even want to know what her make-up looked like right now. Cab after cab drove by, all lights off, no free one in sight. Anna wasn’t the only one waiting desperately to get one. She started to shake in her wet clothes as the wind started to blow stronger, her teeth chattering.

A cab finally signaled to stop at her position. Anna felt like she was about to cry, she felt so relieved. “Anna?”, she heard behind her and turned around just to see a man with a baseball cap pulled deep into his face and his shoulders scrunched up to shield himself from the rain. He was just a few feet away waving at her. Anna squinted her eyes to see if she knew that guy but couldn’t tell because she barely saw his face. She heard a car door slamming shut and as she turned around, noticed the backlights of her cab light up as it drove away. Someone had just stolen her cab! “Asshole!”, she yelled at the red lights getting smaller and smaller.

With clenching teeth she turned around to walk up the sidewalk to maybe be luckier at the next corner. The next thing she felt were the masses of water that were spilled all over her by the car that was going past her way too fast and driving right through a big puddle that had build up over the last 30 minutes of raining.

“Oh…my…god”, she breathed out, feeling the water run down her back, soaking through her already wet clothes. “Oh god, Anna, are you okay?”, the man asked, now standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder. As she looked up, she could finally see his face and instantly recognized him.

“Sebastian?”, she asked surprised at first, but then projected all the anger and frustration this day had brought her on him. “Thanks to you my cab got stolen”, she yelled at him and yanked her shoulder out of his grip. “And how is that?”, he asked surprised by her anger. “You distracted me!”, she kept yelling. People started looking at her but she didn’t care. “Now I have to find another one”, she said, turned around and started walking. She fished for her phone in her bag but remembered that is was broken and threw it back in.

“Anna, wait!”, Sebastian followed her and got hold of her wrist. Anna spun around and pulled it from his grip. “Leave me alone, Sebastian”, she said with an angry, shaky voice. She was still cold and the puddle shower from before was not helping. “Let me help you out. I’ll live right around the corner. I can dry your clothes and you can take a hot shower, wait out the weather storm. You must be freezing”, Sebastian offered and put his hands up to show he won’t touch her again without her permission. Anna just shot him a doubtful look. “No cab driver will take you like this”, he said and Anna knew he was right. That made her even madder.

“Come on now”, he said and nodded towards the next street corner. Anna rolled her eyes and let her shoulders hang in a defeated way as she started walking next to him. Sebastian took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. Anna wanted to protest but she was really freezing and it was a really nice gesture.

“Thank you”, she said rueful and he probably didn’t hear it over the noise of traffic. She caught herself sniffing on the collar of the jacket for just a second and the familiar smell took her right back to hotel room in Philadelphia. This day was about to get even worse than it already was!

2 months ago...

Anna felt the warm body around her even before she was really awake. His arm was still wrapped around her waist, her head rested on his chest. Her eyes fluttered open. The room was filled with the light of dawn, just a hint of light.

Anna cautiously looked upwards to meet his face, his eyes still shut. Sebastian looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. She wanted this moment to never end but unfortunately this was not possible. Anna took in one last, deep breath of Sebastians wonderful scent and then carefully slipped out of his hug.

As silently as possible, she got dressed, took her shoes in her hands, careful not to make any noises. A few times she froze in her movements because Sebastian was shifting in bed but didn’t wake up. Anna grabbed her keycard off the floor and walked towards the hotel room door to leave but she felt the urgent need to turn around and take one last look at Sebastian.

He looked so good, even asleep. She couldn’t help herself and tiptoed over to his side of the bed. Anna allowed herself a few seconds of second thoughts but then yanked her mind back to reality. She needed to leave this room for good and especially not get caught on her way back to hers.

Anna bent down to kiss him goodbye on his forehead and then tiptoed out of this fateful hotel room and back into the real world. With a heavy heart, she closed his door behind her and walked to the elevator. It seemed like ages until the doors slid open. She got in and pushed the button for her floor. Anna bit down on her lip to hold back the tears but as soon as she was able to close her own hotel room door behind her, she burst into tears.

It took her a few minutes to collect herself, just enough so she could take a shower and gladly wash away all the memories and remains of the last night. When she got out of the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked absolutely miserable. Her view fell down to her shoulder where she still had the bite mark from the day before and it immediately took her back to Susans office. She felt Sebastians presence, the warmth of his body and for a second she believed that she could smell him again.

Anna had to cover the mark with her hand to be able to look away and get on with dressing herself for the day. It was still early and she didn’t have to be at the convention center for another two hours, but she had to leave the hotel before she would run into him. This clean cut was the best possible version of all the scenarios she had thought of in her mind.

She packed her suitcase and had an early check-out at the hotel before she took a cab to the convention center and stored her luggage in Susans office again. Her flight back to New York would be right after the event. Just when she was about to leave and get on with her work, Susan came in.

“Hey, Anna. Hope you had a good night sleep. We had a fun night out, you should have come with us”, Susan said and actually looked a bit hung over. “Susan, I have to ask you for a HUGE favor and before you say anything, I need to tell you that I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t really need your help, so please say yes”, Anna said and clung on to Susans arm which made her look at Anna with huge, scared eyes. “Anna, my god, what is going on?”, Susan asked her colleague and friend and put a hand on her shoulder in a helpless attempt to calm her down.

“You need to switch your clients with me. I’m begging you”, Anna said and she felt tears rushing to her eyes. “Anna, sweetie”, Susan said and looked slightly overwhelmed. “Please”, Anna whispered with a lump in her throat. “Of course, I’ll trade with you”, she said. “Thank you”, Anna breathed out and pulled her into a hug.

Just the next second, Anna took a step back, grabbed Susans schedule off her desk and rushed out of the office, leaving behind a totally confused woman. Anna went to the bathroom to dry her eyes and rescue what was possible of her make-up.

According to the schedule, she just had to survive 5 hours before she could finally leave for good and was able to fly back to her apartment in New York. In the last 24 hours she had felt things she had never felt with someone before and it was about to turn fatal for her and, most of all, her career. If someone ever found out that she had slept with a guest of an event she was working at, she was screwed, and not the good way like last night or the night before. Her contract actually forbid her to have any personal relations with a client or a guest at an event.

Anna took a deep breath, put her hair up in a tight bun and left the ladies room. She walked out of the staff area and across the venue to pick up the other Marvel gang like Hayley Atwell and Dominic Cooper. “Hello, I’m Anna. There’s been some changes with the assignment of the hostesses but don’t worry, I’m familiar with your schedule and everything will go smoothly”, Anna introduced herself to her new protégées who looked at her a bit confused, but put it aside with a shrug. “Please follow me to your dressing room. You have your first photo ops in just 15 minutes”, she said and led the way. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw how Sebastian and Anthony arrived through the VIP entrance and sped up. She could and would not deal with him. This chapter was over and it could never happen again. She just couldn’t trust herself around him.

#sebastian stan #what happens in new york #part 2 #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x ofc

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tony-is-my-daddy · 3 years

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Hi guys! So this is my 1000th post on this blog. I cannot express how thankful I am to all of you who have followed me and still read and see and like all of my stupid posts. I see all of your likes and reblogs and tags and comments, it fills my heart with such great happiness, you all are awesome! I'm so glad I get to be in this amazing fandom, it kinda feels like a second family at this point.

Anyway, tumblr freaked out when I wanted to post the whole thing in one, so I will separate it into two parts. Enjoy part one.

Dream a little dream of me

Peter loved his job more than anything. Being a kindergarten teacher was great, he loved being around kids and he knew the feeling was mutual, most of his kids said he was their favorite teacher. He had so many of their drawings and crafts, he kept them in a special folder in his desk at home. It warmed his heart and made a huge smile stretch over his face when he saw another drawing made for him. He loved all of his students equally. Okay, that's what he told everyone, because he wasn't supposed to say the truth. He couldn't tell people he had a favorite, that was rude and Peter wasn't gonna disappoint his kids. But truth be told, the little girl with the chestnut hair and the sparkly brown eyes and pretty smile was his favorite one of them all.

Morgan Stark, the daughter of a single mother, famous CEO's of Stark Industries and ex-lovers, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. Morgan had only been Peter's student for a month and she already managed to get into Peter's heart with her charm and her smile. During those first four weeks of the school year, he hadn't had a chance to meet the girl's father. Obviously, he knew who it was. Everyone did. But Peter was so excited to see the man because honestly, Tony Stark had been his biggest celebrity crush for as long as he could remember. The thirty-five years old genius was not just smart and rich, he was also very handsome.

So it was understandable if he forgot how to breathe for a second when he was just reading something while the kids played around, waiting for their parents, and Morgan suddenly yelled out in that angeling voice of hers, "Daddy!"

Peter's head snapped up. He looked at the man at the door as he leaned down and picked up the small girl, kissing her forehead before he sat her on his hip. Peter's jaw dropped and he just stared. Tony was... wow. He was so hot, even more so up close than he did in all those pictures and interviews Peter had seen him in.

"Daddy, look, there's Mr. Parker. He's the nicest teacher ever!" Peter had no idea how to react. He moved to stand up, but then sat back down again, thinking it would be too much. But when the older man approaced him, he stood up anyway.

"So you're the teacher this little one has been telling me about lately. Hello, I'm Tony Stark," the man said with a smile - wow, so that's where Morgan got her smile from - and reached out a hand for Peter. It took a moment for him to process what was going on, but then he shook Tony's hand with an awkward laugh.

"I know, sir. I'm Peter. Parker."

Tony smiled and let the handshake last for a second or two longer than a normal handshake would, but Peter didn't mind.

"Go collect your stuff, babygirl," Tony said and set Morgan down to run back to her classmates and collect her backpack. Then, his attention turned back to Peter, he was now smirking. "Well, Mr. Parker, my daughter seems to love you very much."

"Oh yes, I love her too, you know. She's such a sweet little girl. She became my favorite student recently." He added that last thing quietly so that the rest of the class didn't hear it.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, of course! She's very nice and smart, she probably got that from her dad."

Peter only realized what slipped from his mouth when he saw Tony's lips stretch into a grin. "You think I'm smart, Mr. Parker?"

"Obviously, you're a literal genius, sir. The smartest person of our generation."

"That's very flattering, Mr. Parker. Thank you."

"Please, call me Peter, sir."

"Then you should call me Tony."

Was this flirting? No, there was no way. Right? Tony Stark could've got anyone, lingerie models would hang off his shoulders if he just asked them to do so, so many people wanted to get him and out of them all, why oh why would he choose Peter Parker?

"O-okay. Tony," Peter said, his voice a bit shaky, unsure. Just then, Morgan appeared next to her father, clutching the straps of her Iron Man backpack with her little hands.

"Can we go now," she asked.

"Of course munchkin. Give daddy that backpack, there you go. Say goodbye to Mr. Parker."

"Bye Mr. Parker," she waved as they walked towards the door hand in hand.

"Bye Morgan," he waved as well with a smile. That little girl was so adorable.

The next day, Peter was not expecting Tony again to come collect Morgan, but it looked like neither did Morgan.

They were outside on the playground when Tony walked through the gates and Morgan frowned at her from the sandbox. "Daddy? Why are you here? Where's mommy?"

"Mommy's busy, Morguna. But I'm here, aren't you happy?"

"I am!"

Tony laughed, oh, what a sound. "Alright then, little bug, go get your backpack."

"Yes daddy!"

She was up soon, running through the playground to go back in the building, both Tony and Peter yelling after her to slow down. They looked at each other and laughed.

"We meet again," Tony said, taking a few steps closer towards Peter.

"Looks like it," he said, still smiling.

"How was she today?"

"Oh amazing, just like always. There was a little misunderstanding when Lori over there tried to take one of her toys, but we worked that out eventually."

"Great to hear that," Tony said. He took another step forward. They were now a bit closer than Peter should've been with one of his students' father. "I've wanted to ask, by the way, how old are you, Peter?"

It caught him off-guard a little, usually his kids' parents didn't ask how old he was. They asked about how their children behaved, obviously, but never about Peter. Why would he care about Peter?

"Oh I'm twenty-five, sir. Tony, sorry. Um... why are you asking?"

"I was just curious." Another step forward. Peter's heart was now starting to beat a little faster. "Are you, by any chance, interested in men? Because... I'd like to grab a coffee with you sometime, of course, only if you'd like that."

Well, if the age question caught him off-guard then imagine Peter after that. His eyes widened and he crossed his arms so he could pinch the skin on his upper arm unnoticeably, just to see if he was really not dreaming. But no, Tony Stark still stood in front of him, expecting an answer from him.

Peter swallowed, suddenly noticing how dry his mouth was, before he cleared his throat to speak up. "Like- like on a date?"

"Yes, pretty much. I don't really know if there's a rule against that but... I'd like to take you out sometime. If you want to, that is."

"Well, yeah, yes, sure," he said after a little hesitation. What the hell was he hestitating for? This was Tony fucking Stark himself! "When?"

"Well, here's my number," the billionaire said as he fished his phone out from his pocket, and so did Peter. His hand was shaking a little from how excited he was, which he hoped Tony didn't see. They looked at each other, Tony smirking a little when he asked if he can say it. Peter nodded and the older man told him his number and Peter wrote it in his contact list, naming him Tony Stark with all caps because how crazy was that?!

"Daddy, look, I drew something for mommy!" Morgan's voice startled them again and Peter put his phone away quickly.

"Very beautiful baby, she'll love it."

"I didn't draw anything for you," she said with a little pout.

"That's okay, my love, you'll draw something tomorrow," Tony said with a fond smile as he took ahold of Morgan's little hand.

"But mommy said he'd come for me tomorrow."

"Oh honey, I think mommy will be busy tomorrow as well." Tony glanced at Peter and winked before they turned around and walked through the gates, getting into a black car right outside. As they drove off, Peter's finger started to itch for his phone right away.

He didn't see Tony for a few days after that, even though he said he'd come for Morgan the day he gave him his number. Peter started to worry, thinking it was his fault, that he scared him off. It's been four days, including the weekend, and the older man didn't even try to call him.

Fuck, he didn't even get Peter's number! What if he was waiting for a text? Oh God, Peter was so dumb!

He then and there stopped planning tomorrow's classes and he grabbed his phone, opening the chat with Tony. His thumb danced over the screen for a few minutes, trying to decide what to write, trying to think of something nice and sweet, maybe a bit cheeky to make Tony smile. He wrote and deleted. Wrote and then deleted. Until he decided to just stick with the essentials, and he wrote a //very original// text.

Peter: Hi, it's Peter.

Peter: Parker.

He waited for a few minutes, anxiously staring at his screen for a while before he put it down and decided to make himself a tea to distract himself. He walked into his kitchen, filling the kettle with hot water and putting it on the stove to boil. And while his hands were occupied, his mind could do nothing but wander back to that man. He thought back to that day when he asked him out, when he stepped closer and closer to Peter, close enough to touch but he never did. He was too scared he'd come off as weird or eager if he touched him. After all, what kind of teacher touches his students' parents a day after meeting for the first time?

The water boiled soon and Peter poured some in his huge, colorful mug, placing the tea filter in it, a teaspoon of sugar and then he was back in his living room, grabbing his phone from his desk before he sat down on the couch. He checked if he got any messages. And in that very minute, his phone buzzed, making Peter jump and his phone almost fell out of his hand.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Tony: Well hello Peter, you almost made me think you changed your mind about that date

Peter: No, of course not! I'd still very much like to go out with you

Oh wow, that seemed eager as hell. It dawned on Peter that maybe he should've waited at least a couple minutes before texting back, he now probably seemed so pathetic, like he waited for ten minutes staring at his phone and waiting for Tony to write back. He didn't have too much time to worry about that, because another text from Tony came through.

Tony: That's very good to hear, darling. So when are you free?

It was just as quick as Peter's response. Maybe Tony didn't care about how fast Peter texted back to him, maybe he just wanted to talk...

Peter: I'm free this weekend, Saturday if that's ok with you

Tony: That would be good for me too. Around 9 maybe?

Peter: Sounds perfect

Perfect? Why did he say perfect? "That's good," "that'll be nice," "okay," something simpler like that didn't go through your mind, Parker?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Tony: Then I'll see you in four days, Peter x

Peter: See you x

They really did that. They really just sent each other x's. Peter squealed a little as he put his phone down, jumping on his seat in excitement. He took a sip of the hot tea that's been resting on his coffee table since he made it, and turned on the TV. A silly romcom was playing, The ugly truth. Peter had seen it before, he liked it, mostly because he found Gerard Butler hot. What? He had a thing for older men.

So he settled down on the comfy couch, a blanket over him and the hot tea warming his icy fingertips as he watched the movie. And while he did, he still thought about Tony, and mentally, he was choosing an outfit for the occasion.

Two days later, on a rainy Wednesday when all of the kids were in the room, playing by themselves during the afternoon, Morgan walked up to Peter as he was talking to another student. She pulled him away and then showed him a drawing of hers.

"Wow, Morgan, that's so pretty! Who are these people," he asked, pointing at the stick figures on the paper.

"That's mommy, that's me, and that's you and daddy."

Peter's eyes widened. "Why me and daddy?"

"Because," she started fiddling with her hands dancing from side to side, "I told daddy I like you very much and he said he likes you too and he said he will take you on a date but I can't tell anyone but I wanted to tell you so please don't tell daddy I told you but he wants to take you on a date."

Peter chuckled, ruffling her brown hair. She looked so much like Tony. "It's okay, little one, I'm sure daddy won't be mad you told me. But don't tell anyone else if he doesn't want you to, okay?"

"Otay!"

"Will you go back to playing now?"

"Yes but I want you to have the drawing."

"I'll keep the drawing," he said with a warm smile and Morgan giggled happily before skipping away, back to her friends. Peter looked at the drawing for quite a while as he walked back to his desk, sitting on top of it. It was like any drawing done by a small child, but this was... somehow different. His kids often drew him and then gave the drawing to him, but this wasn't like that. Morgan drew her father, her mother, herself and Peter. She drew her family... and Peter.

"Hey," he heard a voice next to him and he looked up from the drawing in his hand. It was Tony. "I came for Morgan."

He came in so quietly, not even Morgan was aware that her dad walked into the room. She was playing along with her friends, her back turned to Tony and Peter.

"Hi," Peter greeted when he looked back at Tony.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's a- uh... Morgan drew this for me today." He put the drawing down on the desk facing downwards so that Tony didn't see it. "So you're taking dad duty today?"

"Sort of. Can I see the drawing?"

"Sort of? So you're just picking her up and then dropping her at her mom's house?"

"No, I'm taking her for dinner as well, but full dad duty is when she sleeps at mine. So the drawing-"

"How often does she sleep at yours?"

"Every second week, except for when I have busieness trips."

"I didn't see you last month at all, though."

"No, we left out a month, I had lots of things to do. I've missed her so much."

"I bet you did. I'd miss her too if I didn't get to see her for a month."

"So... can I see the drawing," he asked again.

"Morgan, look who it is!"

"Daddyyy!"

Tony tried to look at Peter angrily, but a smile spread over his face. "Cheeky," he said before turning around and crouching down in front of his daughter. "What's up Morguna? Are you ready for a fun afternoon?"

"Yeees!"

"Grab your jacket and your backpack and we can go." As Morgan ran away, he straightened up again and looked at Peter. "And you... I'll pick you up at 8:30 on Saturday, send me your address."

"Gladly," Peter chuckled.

After the Starks left, Peter turned the drawing up again and stared at it for a couple more minutes until another parent arrived to pick up their kid. He had no idea how to feel about being a part of their family just yet... but he very much liked the idea of Tony Stark.

A few days later, Peter was up at 7am, trying to choose between three outfits for his date that morning. The night before, he went through two facemasks, a hairwash and shaving as well (no, he wasn't about to get to business on the first date, but better be safe than sorry), so for the morning, all he had to do was get dressed and do his hair.

He may or may not had a little breakdown while trying to decide which outfit he wanted to wear, but that's normal, and at the end, he chose a V-neck burgundi shirt with jeans and a jacket. He styled his hair perfectly (thank the hair gods for that, he had never managed to do that before), and panicked when his doorbell buzzed.

"Parker, who is this?"

"Tony."

"You said you'd text before you left and called when you got here!"

"Wanted to surprise you."

"Oh my God, be glad I'm ready anyways, otherwise you'd be in trouble."

Tony laughed. "Alright, Cinderella, come down and show me yourself."

Peter smiled and grabbed his keys and wallet from the kitchen counter before heading out.

"Wow," Tony mumbled when they finally met in front of the building. "Didn't think you could look better."

Peter blushed. "Thank you." The man in front of him was wearing a button up and black jeans, a jacket casually thrown over his shoulders. He looked so effortlessly good, the kind that would get up from bed and just look sexy as ever. "You look great, too."

"Why thank you, angel. Shall we go?"

"Oh yes, of course! Where are we going?"

"I wanted to take you somewhere further away but I saw a very cute café not far away, we could walk there," Tony said as he took ahold of Peter's hand and wrapped it around his arm to lead him. Wow, no one has ever done that to Peter before.

"That's my favorite place!"

"I assumed," Tony commented with a triumphant smirk.

"Since when do you teach kindergarteners?"

"I started about three years ago, I graduated early."

"And why this career?"

Peter chuckled. He often got that question. "I think it's one of the most important jobs, to raise the next generation well. If you don't do it right then humanity will just get more and more screwed up."

"Fair point."

Peter then turned the question around. "And why guns?"

Tony sighed. "It was my dad's legacy. He wanted me to carry on with it, so I did, and I didn't see anything wrong with it until..."

He knew Tony was talking about the time he got kidnapped by the Ten Rings and became Iron Man. That was when Peter really started looking up to the man, he thought it was a very heroic move and he wasn't sure if he'd have had the balls to give up his job to be a superhero and fight people.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"No, it's okay, I just don't talk about this on the first date," he dodged with a joke. Peter laughed and happily changed the subject before it got too much for Tony.

After the short walk, they entered the café and ordered two coffees and pastries for each of them. As they had their breakfasts (at least that's what it was for Peter), they talked about movies, and turns out they were both huge fans of retro sci-fis and action movies. Peter also mentioned that he liked romcoms and after a while, Tony admitted that he "kinda likes them" as well. It was sweet to see this man, a billionaire genius superhero, open up and show Peter his soft side.

But the softest side of Tony came through when Peter asked about Morgan.

"Me and my back then secretary, Pepper had this crazy night. We were both drunk and somehow she just got pregnant. At first we really panicked, but now, we wouldn't have in otherwise. This little sunshine is really the highlight of our lives, she's so chatty and so cute. And I hate watching Disney movies every single night when she's over, but that would be the smallest sacrifice if it meant I could have her over all the time." He showed Peter hundreds of images of her on his phone and Peter's heart melted more and more from every picture. The drawing that the little girl gave him on Wednesday popped into his mind again and now he saw it from a slightly different perspective...

They didn't even notice how quick the time went as they talked, it was like they'd only just met up in front of Peter's building, but when he caught a glimpse of Tony's Rolex, he saw that they've been there for over two hours. He mentioned it to Tony, who laughed and offered Peter a walk home, which he gladly accepted. The older man didn't let him pay the bill either, even though Peter said multiple times that he doesn't expect Tony to buy everything for him. He just insisted.

"I had a lot of fun today, Peter," Tony said as they were heading back to Peter's apartment, this time with not only their arms wrapped around the other's, but holding hands. It felt so natural to hold the man's hand, it made Peter feel somehow... safe.

"So did I. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"Oh yeah, I'd like that a lot. Maybe a proper dinner next time?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Will you let me pay for at least half of the bill?"

"You're going out with a billionaire and you seriously want to pay the bill?"

"Yes! I'm not going out with you for your money, Tony. I want you to know that. So next time, you'll let me pay."

"If that's what you really want then okay."

When they got back to Peter's apartment, Tony took the younger man's chin between his fingers and tilted it to the side so he could kiss his cheek. Peter blushed deeply and smiled awkwardly. "Thank you so much for today, Peter. I'll see you later."

"Thank you as well. See you."

He watched Tony get in his car before he opened the door, getting in as he heard the engine start. He waved through the window at Tony as he drove away before twirling around twice. Something so unlike life just happened to him and if he was dreaming, he'd give everything for it to never end.

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ciderxi · 3 years

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She was supposed to be mine Pt.5

Title: She was supposed to be mine

Chapter- 5 Deception

Pairing San x Reader X Yeosang

Word Count: 2k

San pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes, searching for any hint of emotion, no, any hint of love. He wanted so badly to believe that you loved him, and only him. Unfortunately for him. he knew exactly what you did, but it's not your fault. Yeosang had probably brainwashed you, after all, there was no way you would really chose Yeosang over him. What did he have that San didn't? "Come outside after you're dressed. Don't be long" he smirked, smacking your ass as he left the room. He has to play this safe, if you knew that he knew,

You would probably think he was a stalker. He couldn't let you think ill of him.

Heading towards the closet you decide between a couple of your outsfits, ventually choosing one of the more classier options. You let your long hair out of their braids, letting the hair fall into wavy curls. You finish applying your makeup and head for the door. You jump as you notice San outside of your door."Hey! I'm sorry did I keep you waiting long?"

San greeted you with his warm smile as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Not at all! Lets go" San smiled like a kid in a damn candy store all the way to the restaurant. You kept looking over at him as he drove. You hadn't seen him this happy since you agreed to move in. "Before we go in, I just wanted to tell you something"

"What is it San?" you leaned over in curiosity, noticing his knuckles turning white from the grip on the steering wheel. "San...", he didn't answer you right away, something feels off, but you didn't want to say anything. Afraid that one wrong slip of the tongue could expose the whole truth. The car ride became silent like the last time, but this time it almost feels more....suffocating,

Arriving at the restaurant San rushes towards your side so he could open the door for you. "Thank you,'' was all you could say to him, not really knowing what to say. You could either address the problem at hand, or wait long enough and hope it goes away to him as his silence eating away at you.

Entering the restaurant the waiter led them to a table in the center, surrounded by the beautiful scenery. "Wow San, this place is amazing," His face lit up at your approval, causing him to forget the question he's been meaning to ask. The waiter arrived with two menus and left, allowing you two time to decide.

Looking at the menu you saw how pricey everything was not knowing what to get you decided to find the cheapest thing on the menu"Sannie, don't you think this place is too expensive? Maybe we could just order take out". San smiled, taking your hands into his "I promised to only give you the best, didn't I?" he flashed his perfect closed eyed smile, and went back to his menu.

You smiled sheepishly and went back to your menu, wondering what any of this food was.

Bing

A text

Yeosang: Hey where did you go? I miss you <3

San continued faking a smile as he saw the name on your notifications, a message from Yeosang...You picked up your phone and proceeded to text back, oblivious to San's increasing agitation.

You: I'm having breakfast with San, we can hang out later. I miss you too <3

"Y/n put your phone away" San scowled, visibly upset. He cleared his throat, noticing the startled expression you had on your face" Let's just enjoy our dinner" You faked a smile as you put your phone in your purse, hoping he didn't ask to see who it was from.

But he just couldn't get the image out of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about Yeosang kissing you

The waiter arrived to take your orders and San ordered first as you chose one of the cheapest items on the menu, San looked at you questiongly and told the waiter to get the same thing he's getting, you looked at San thinking if he might actually be crazy.. His food literally being the price of her monthly mortgage, the waiter takes your menus and leaves.

Waiting for their food the silence came again, San only stared at you as you looked down at your hands.. Smiling a little, the only real reason you could smile like that is because you were thinking of someone else who isn't him.

"Y/n... where did you really go?" San wasn't even able to look you in the eyes, unwilling to let you see his real feelings threatening to drip down his cheeks.

Stunned by his sudden question you smiled at him, "San.. I told you I went to a coffee place." San looked you right in the eyes this time, seeing the shift of lies and nervousness. "Liar..", San whispered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

"San... why would you say that..'' trying to sound astonished your heart is pounding in your chest wondering if San saw you and Yeosang together. No of course he wasn't, everyone was asleep before you left, and San was still in the house when you got there. Right?

San slammed his hands on the table, his fists red from him trying to contain himself. You froze in your seat as San leaned in closer to you, almost as if he was trying to catch you in a lie. A lie you had clearly told.

"Youre lying to be Y/N, do you honestly think I'm that stupid???

"San calm down, what are you talking about?" you still tried to deny the truth, fearing that he would try to fight Yeosang again

"Did you meet up with Yeosang?"

"No Sa-"

"Did you not meet with Yeosang at 6am in the woods?!?!" his words are harsh yet low enough not to get others attention. He squeezed your hand, digging his nails in as you tried to pull away.

"San please let's talk about this at home" you pleaded with him

"Gladly"

He kept hold of your hand, and dragged you to the car, leaving the menus on the empty table. You frantically clutched to your purse, hoping he wouldn't demand to see your phone. You both got into the car hurriedly, putting on your seatbelt, expecting him to speed off. Instead he locked the door and looked directly into your eyes.

"Do you love him?" His eyes began to well up with tears threatening to fall. He squeezed your already bruised hand, almost as if he was pleading with you.

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be best to just confess."N-no, i Love yo-"

You felt a sharp sting on your check, raising your hand to cover where he had slapped "San!" you looked at him in shock as he inched his face closer to yours

"WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP LYING TO ME? YOU LIED TO ME AND EVEN LIED TO SEONGHWA" He gripped the top of your hand with his hand, bringing your face only an inch away from his. You whimpered and closed your eyes, tears already falling.

"I'm sorry, i'll make it up to you"

"I don't want to listen to your bullshit 'explanations' Y/n, you're just going to say anything to try and dig yourself out of this mess"

"Damn right you will" he let go of you and put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking lot and then heading home "San I can explain!"

He ignored you, his eyes only focused on the road,

"Sannie im not lying to you! Please why won't you just believe me!"

"You lied to me three times.. You lied to Seonghwa, then to me before you got ready, and you lied to me again, when all I wanted was to treat you to a nice breakfast." You stare down at your hands quietly as tears were at the moment of falling. Caught in a lie you sit quietly in your seat, twiddling your thumbs as he drives you home. You hear your phone chime.

Yeosang: Let's hang out after everyone falls asleep, sound good? We can watch a movie and cuddle

San proceeded to park the car in the garage turning to see you texting again. He quickly snatched the phone from your hand.

"San give that back!" you scramble to get your phone back as he runs out of the car and into the house, hurrying to his room, and slamming the door behind him/ Ignoring the rest of his confused roommates in the living room. You ran hurriedly after San, fearing that he's already seen the text messages, you burst into his room, out of breath from running, with the combined anxiety.

You took a moment to catch your breath, as San was already reading the texts, there was nothing you could do. You couldn't make him un read them, might as well take a moment to rest."This was a mistake" you breathed out

Sans eyes glared into you as you sat on his bed. "Cheating on me?" desperation seeping through his voice, had you realized your mistakes? His eyes softened in anticipation, as he sat next to you. The slightest hint of you apologizing made his heart fill with hope.

"Kissing you backstage, dating you, and then moving in within a month. Why am I even here??? This has gone way too fast!"

"You don't mean that! You're here because you love me! It's just Yeosang's fault, he brainwashed you!" he pleaded as he took your hand into his. You pull your hand away in disgust as your eyes meet his, His desperate gaze hiding an inferno behind his eyes. This wasn't right, he wasn't right.

You stood up and began to walk towards the door on the other side of the room. "Let's just break up" you mumbled as you went to reach from the door. Just moments away from sweet freedom.

San rushed to your side, blood pumping rapidly through his veins, threatening to burst. He reached your wrist and yeeted you back towards him just as you were inches from the floor. The surprise caused you to practically fling onto the floor. your body began to ache as it collided with the floor. You let out a soft groan as you prepared yourself to raise hell. "San what is wrong with you? Do you even know your own strength???" You looked up at him with short lived rage. His cold hand mercilessly connects with your face, leaving a large red stinging hand print.

You yelped as you held on to your sore cheek, tears already filling the edges of your disbelieving eyes. Before you could utter another word, San quickly took hold of your hair. Intertwining his fingers into it as he brought you closer to him on your knees. You unwillingly waddled towards him as he continued to pull on your hair harder. You let out a disheartened whimper as he slowly released your hair. "It's time you make it up to me, don't you think so Y/n?"

San let out a soft chuckle as he began to unbuckle his pants, his brown eyes fixated on your petite figure, he loved this, he lived for this. The sight of you on your knees in front of him causing him to bite his lip in excitement. The bulge in his pants quickly grew harder and thicker. You gulped as you saw his member begin to leave a larger and larger imprint along his pants. "San let's talk about th-" you let out a small yelp as he his nails into your scalp, tightening his drip on your hair again. He used his free hand to lift your chin to meet his gaze, his smile curved into a devious smirk.

"You said you were going to make it up to me, here's your chance to prove it Y/n"

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vintagedolan · 4 years

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cross country (gbd)

description: when you get stuck in california during quarantine with a dwindling lease at the dolan’s house, grayson wants nothing more than for you to get to new jersey with him

word count: 4.5k

warnings/tags: fluff, this is literally um the softest thing i’ve written???, quarantine/COVID, grayson spoiling Y/N, you get the picture hehe

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy, send me some feedback and I’ll give you my eternal love :)

You never wanted to lift another box in your whole life, that was for damn sure. There was sweat running down your forehead as you lifted the next one, carrying the cardboard all the way through the house into the living room, which was becoming a huge pile of everything that the twins had acquired over their years in LA.

The plan was simple: the boys were going home to jersey to see their mom before the quarantine got too serious, and then they were coming right back because they needed to find a place in LA, seeing that their lease was ending.

Well, needless to say, that plan had gone to absolute shit. And that meant you were thousands of miles away from Grayson, and had three days before you would be homeless.

Lovely.

The nice thing about it was that you didn’t have much time to mope - since the boys were still in jersey, all the packing was left up to you. And while you were efficient, it didn’t mean it wasn’t a lot of fucking work.

You went back into Ethan’s room, getting another box of clothes. As you walked, your phone vibrated in the pocket on the side of your leggings. You knew who it was, but you waited until you got to the living room and sat the box down to answer it.

A facetime from Grayson. That brightened your mood considerably.

When you swiped over, you immediately relaxed a bit at the sight of his face. His hair was getting so long during quarantine, and it was pushed back with a headband he’d borrowed from his mom, no doubt. He was in a tshirt, which was different than the rest of the times he’d called you. Which was about ten times a day.

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him, catching your breath as you walked back to your shared room. As much as you wanted to sit down and relax and talk to your boyfriend, there wasn’t enough time for all that.

“You look exhausted,” was the first thing he said.

“Wow, thank you so much, love you too,” you teased.

“You look beautiful, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m just saying that-”

“I’m kidding Gray. And before you start worrying for the hundredth time today, I’m fine,” you reminded him as you pulled out a dresser drawer you shared, beginning to transfer the clothes into yet another box. He watched you work with sad eyes, and you knew what was coming before he said it.

“I feel like shit that you’re doing all this work.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do.”

“Would you do it for me? If you were stuck across the country in my house-”

“Our house,” he corrected. You couldn’t tell if he was referring to sharing with you or with Ethan, or both, but you kept going regardless.

“Okay, stuck in our house, and I needed to pack it all up, would you do it for me?”

He hesitated, and you knew he didn’t have a good response to that.

“That’s different,” was his only comeback, and you laughed a bit.

“Bullshit. You’re just mad because I’m gonna have to wear all your clothes cause none of mine will fit over my new muscles,” you joked, flexing your scrawny arms. You knew you looked dumb, but it got the laugh out of Grayson that you were hoping for, and that’s all that mattered.

“Right, you act like you don’t just wear my clothes all the time anyways. I’m not even sure you have any clothes of your own,” he teased, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh really? I could have sworn these were mine.” You dug around the drawer, finding a particularly nice pair of lace panties, holding them up to the screen. He groaned, falling out of screen for a moment. It took a second for you to realize he’d fallen back on the bed.

“You don’t play fair,” he said once he moved his phone back to his face. “I miss you so fuckin’ much, you have no idea.”

You were pretty sure you had an idea. This was now week four without seeing him in person, and it was actually awful. You’d known it would suck, but you didn’t think it would hurt to be away from him. And you were doing everything you both could - facetime dates, phone calls, texting, he’d even written a letter to you. But there was just something about being in his arms, hearing his laugh without the distortion of a phone speaker, waking up next to him; it couldn’t be replaced.

Which meant you needed to mention your plan.

“I wanna come to jersey,” you started.

“You know I would kill to have you here baby, you know that.”

“Grayson, the lease is ending. I think that counts as a reason for emergency travel. I mean, I’m technically gonna be homeless,” you reminded him. “And I know I can stay with Shane, or with Jeffree.” They had been nice enough to offer. Hell, Jeffree was letting the boys store everything at his house, even the cars. “But I wanna be with you.”

“I don’t want you on a plane. You could get sick.”

“I won’t fly. I’ll take the van. I mean, that’s why you built it, isn’t it?”

“Y/N...”

“I know, it seems crazy. But if I split it up into three days, I could do it. I’d be careful at gas stations, pack up enough food to last me. You know I can drive for forever, I could probably pull 15 hours or so a day, that would get me back pretty quick, and I’d be safe.”

“Safe,” he breathed, shaking his head. “Y/N, I was sketched out sleeping in that thing with two other grown men with me. The thought of you sleeping in there, alone in some parking lot...” he trailed off. “No. It’s too risky.”

“Gray-”

“Baby I want you here more than anything. Not knowing when I’m gonna see you again is actually killing me, but I’m not putting you at risk over that.”

“Okay, well, let’s compromise then. What would make you feel safer about it?”

“You not doing it,” he said bluntly.

“Be serious babe.”

“You sleeping alone out there. I know you’d be fine with the driving, but I’m not okay with you sleeping in the van by yourself.”

“Okay...” you paused for a minute, trying to think of a solution. “Okay, what if I drove at night, and then I slept during the day? Less people on the roads, and I think we’d both feel safer if I was sleeping during the daylight. Would that work?”

“That’s better. I still don’t love it. I’m not trying to be difficult, I just, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he mumbled, picking at the fabric on his blanket.

“I know that baby, to be honest the thought of sleeping in there alone scares me a little bit too. But I’m willing to do it if it means I get to see you.”

Grayson was silent for a while. You knew he was fighting with himself, and that he probably felt selfish for even considering giving in. But you also knew, deep down, you were going to do it no matter how much he protested. So you were glad when he finally conceded with a simple “I love you”.

Now, with the realization that you were going to see him in just a few days, your motivation was renewed ten fold, and you got to work.

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night one

You would have thought it wouldn’t be hard to get to sleep after the day you’d had.

You were wrong.

The furniture had been moved out - Jeffree had been nice enough to hire a few movers to come get the furniture and the cars. Now, the house lay empty besides your bags that would go with you in the van, and you couldn’t wait to get on the road. Correction; you couldn’t wait to get to Grayson. The thought of seeing him again gave you butterflies.

Once everything was done and final, you drug a few of the cushions out of the bed in the van, bringing them into the air conditioning so you could try to snag a few hours of sleep.

While you managed to get a bit of rest, it was mostly futile. The quicker you got on the road, the quicker you’d get to jersey.

So with that, you packed up the van with all the food and snacks you had, reassembled the bed, tossed your bag in and climbed in the drivers seat.

I’m leaving, see you so soon!!!!!! you sent to Grayson, not being able to contain your excitement.

4pm is not a night drive... he responded quickly.

shut up im excited BE EXCITED

you know i’m excited. be careful, I’ll call you in a little while x

With that, you drove out of the driveway for the last time, with New Jersey in the GPS.

And the drive wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Grayson called you around 7pm to check on you and keep you company. You ate the sandwich you’d made as the sun set, and you continued down the road. It was peaceful if you were honest, and the van drove so nicely - Grayson really had done a good job.

Although he tried to stay up, Grayson’s snoring took over around 11pm (2am jersey time you reminded yourself), so you hung up and starting blasting some of your favorite tunes to keep you alert and awake. Not having any traffic was a bonus, and you were amazed with the progress you were making. By the time the sun came up, you were already in Colorado. You resorted to driving until around ten, which landed you about at the border of Nebraska after a whopping 18 hours. You pulled into a non-sketchy looking parking lot, relieved that you’d found one.

I’m stopping to sleep for a few hours. I love you!

You sent it and started rummaging around in your bag, finding your toothbrush, toothpaste and pajamas. You brushed your teeth outside using your water bottle, changing in the car and cuddling up in bed. The bedding smelled a bit like the boys, which was comforting. Just as you started the settle down, your phone rang, Grayson’s contact photo popping up. You swiped over to open it, happy to see his face.

“Hey baby, I was just about to get some sleep actually,” you said. And now that you had laid down, you realized how tired you truly were.

“I know. I’ll mute my side so I don’t keep you up, but I’ll be here in case you need me,” he said casually.

“Grayson you don’t have to-”

“I want to. It’ll make me feel better, knowing someone is watching out for you while you’re asleep.”

It was so sweet that you started to tear up, so you just buried your face in the pillow instead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby, get some sleep.”

And you did.

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night two

You woke up around five, fully refreshed - other than feeling like you needed a shower. You stretched out before getting up and heading to brush your teeth. When you got back in the van you got changed into some of the clothes you brought, happy to have on something fresh.

“That’s my hoodie.” The male voice startled you and you squealed, covering yourself.

“Baby it’s just me! It’s me!” It took you a minute to realize that it was Grayson speaking to you from your phone, which also was pointed where he could see you.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” You huffed, pulling the fabric over your head.

“Sorry, I was just enjoying the show,” he blushed, smirking at you a bit. You rolled your eyes, but giggled with him as you climbed into the drivers seat once again, pulling out the dinner you had packed, deciding to eat a bit before getting back on the road.

“I can’t wait to see you,” Grayson sighed. You looked at your screen closely and realized he was in his workshop.

“I’ll be there so soon. Now, go build some stuff, I’m all safe and awake now. I love you,” you smiled, knowing he would never be the first to hang up.

“Okay baby. Drive safe, call me if you get bored.”

“I will, love you!”

And so you took off, heading through Nebraska. The states seemed to be getting quicker now as you passed through Iowa, then Illinois, and even Indiana. Grayson called, and even Ethan kept you company for a few hours on the drive, making it go by fast. By the time you got to Ohio, the sun was high in the sky and you realized you actually weren’t that far from jersey. Only another seven hours, and if you kept driving, it would put you at their house around 7pm. You thought about the cold brew that you’d stashed in the fridge in case you’d struggled through the nights.

You could use it, and you could make it. In all honesty, you weren’t even that tired as the excitement started to mount.

But you also knew that Grayson would rather you just sleep, and that he was going to call you again. So, you had to hatch a plan.

You pulled into a nice looking parking lot, prepared to set it into motion.

You changed into your pajama shirt, taking your hair out of it’s bun so it looked like you were getting ready to go to bed. Taking a deep breath, you facetimed Gray.

“Is it bedtime?” was how he answered, making you laugh. He was in the kitchen at home, making lunch you were sure.

“Yeah, I made some good progress! I should be getting in around 8am or so tomorrow morning,” you explained, hoping he couldn’t see through you.

“I can’t wait. I’m gonna pamper you so hard for all the work you did, that’s a promise.”

Your heart fluttered at his words.

“I can’t wait. But I’ve got sad news.”

He perked up at that, putting down the spatula he was using.

“My phone is kinda low on battery, so I don’t think we can facetime tonight. I don’t want it to be dead in the morning, and I can’t run the van,” you sighed, faking sadness.

“Are you in a safe area?”

“Yeah, I feel totally safe here. See, look.” You turned the phone around, showing him the lot you were in.

He wasn’t happy about it you could tell, but he trusted you. And thinking about how excited he would be made you feel less bad about your white lie.

“Well, okay. Just text me when you wake up okay? I love you.”

“Love you more!”

“Doubtful. Get some rest,” he smiled, hanging up.

“Ha!” you exclaimed to yourself, smiling and fist pumping the air. Wow. You really were going crazy after being alone so long. You climbed in the driver’s seat again, pulling the cold brew out of the fridge and popping it open as you started to drive again.

At first you were so excited that it felt like time was flying, but by the last few hours it was dragging by. The sun set, and the kiss of dusk was hanging over the trees as you got closer and closer.

But when the GPS changed from hours to minutes, and the roads changed from interstates to back roads, you were fully awake once again. You’d actually managed to pull off almost 24 hours of straight driving. When you pulled into the driveway, there was a gate and armed security - the same ones that the boys had hired in LA.

“Hey guys, I’m early, I’m here to surprise Gray,” you explained. They were sweet like usual and happily let you through, closing the gate behind you. With some renewed energy, you stopped the van and brushed your teeth again - in all honesty, you felt disgusting and couldn’t wait for a shower, but the coffee breath was a definite no go. If you were going to kiss Grayson for the first time in a freakin month, you didn’t want to be worried about anything.

Once you were back in the drivers seat, it was time for a little fun.

You pulled your phone out, facetiming Grayson and driving super slow. He picked up quickly, concern on his face.

“Is something wrong?” was the first thing he asked.

“No, i’m okay. I started driving again cause I couldn’t sleep, but now I’m lost. My GPS took me onto some long ass gravel road, and now I’m surrounded by trees and I have no clue where I am,” you ranted, using every ounce of acting ability you had to not tip him off.

“Slow down, hey it’s alright. Why don’t you just turn around and go back the way you came, and then we can figure it out.”

“I don’t know, I think theres a building or something up ahead of me, maybe a store? I could ask somebody for directions?”

“I’d rather you just go back. I don’t trust some random store at the end of some sus ass road. Just turn around baby,” he pleaded, getting a bit panicked. Luckily, you knew it wouldn’t last long because you were already in front of the house. You cut the lights on the van.

“Here, you tell me if it’s sus. What do you think?” You flipped the camera around, showing him the house.

“I mean - wait. WAIT. WHAT? WHAT!? NO FUCKIN WAY,” he yelled, obviously freaking out. You laughed, hanging up the call and waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, you’d barely gotten the driver door open when Grayson came barreling out of the front door.

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you unbuckled your seatbelt and started to climb down. Grayson beat you to it, coming to the opening of the door and reaching up to pull you out of the car. You were laughing as he grabbed you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“No fuckin way, no fuckin way that you’re actually here right now! What the fuck!”

“Surprise!”

“Did you drive all night? Or all day? I just... WHAT!?” He was truly speechless and it was the most adorable thing in the world. He leaned back slightly so he could look at you, eyes wide with amazement.

“Maybe,” you grinned, shrugging.

“God I love you. C’mere.” His hands slid down to your hips, then around to your ass and you knew exactly what he wanted. You jumped and he caught you as your legs went around his waist, and then his lips were on yours.

It was like the best first kiss you could possibly imagine. You’d thought about kissing him constantly while you were apart, but you were realizing that it had done this no justice. His lips were soft and warm against yours, the taste of him familiar and wonderful. Your hair started to move in the wind and you realized that he was spinning the two of you around, his boots crunching on the gravel beneath you. You could feel the smile on his face as you kissed him, never wanting it to end.

“Ewwwww,” was the only thing that could have brought you out of it, and sure enough, it did. Ethan was on the porch, leaning against the pillars. Despite his words, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey E,” you smiled, laughing a bit at how you must look right now, waving at him while Grayson was still holding you up.

“Go say hi, I’ll get your stuff,” Grayson smiled, kissing your temple and putting you down. You turned and jogged towards Ethan, who gave you the biggest bear hug, even spinning you around a little bit.

“Missed you squirt,” he teased, swaying back and forth a bit.

“Missed you too,” you grinned, squeezing him tightly.

“Thanks again for uh saving all our possessions and moving all our shit.”

“You’re very welcome. And you also have a shoe problem, just so you know,” you teased.

“I do not!” He exclaimed, putting you in a bit of a head lock and rustling your hair. You pushed against him but it was futile, and you were stuck until Grayson came back and saved you.

“C’mon, let’s go say hi to mom and get you to a nice bed,” he smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders and leading you inside. You’d only been to the house in Jersey a few times, and it was under renovation, so the finished product was a very welcome sight. It was all light walls and tables with dark finishes, cozy yet bright at the same time, even at night.

Lisa came around the corner, lighting up when she noticed you were there.

“Y/N! Grayson told me you weren’t gonna be here until tomorrow!” She gave him a bit of a scolding look, which made you laugh.

“That’s on me Li, I got a little too impatient and decide to drive on through,” you explained, accepting the hug she gave you.

“Well you must be exhausted, you go on upstairs and get some rest, we can catch up tomorrow,” she assured you, giving you another squeeze before letting you go.

You didn’t even try for the boys bedroom - you knew that Grayson had been sleeping in the laundry room. So you headed in that direction, Gray in tow with your duffle bag in hand. As you saw the coziness of the bed, every last bit of energy you had drained from you. The crash was coming, and it was coming soon.

“You ready to sleep?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I really need to shower, I feel disgusting,” you mumbled. Just twenty minutes, and you would be able to sleep. You could do that, for sure.

“Okay, here I’ll get you a towel and stuff, you remember where it is?”

“Yep, I’ll be there in a second.”

You rummaged through your bag, finding your toiletries and some clothes. But when you saw Grayson’s stack of shirts, you couldn’t help but snag one. Everything you’d had at the house had lost it’s scent, and you couldn’t help but breathe it in for a second before heading to the bathroom.

When you got there, Grayson was laying out two towels, and already had his shirt off. You stared for a moment, taking it all in, but even with the view your eyelids were heavy. You were fading, fast, and you had the sudden realization that if you all tried to have reunion sex later, you would probably be so exhausted you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. And you really wanted to enjoy it.

“Gray,” you said, walking over to him.

“Did you find everything you needed? I’m sure mom has some extra stuff if you need it.”

“No I’m good, I have everything. It’s just-”

He looked up then, cocking an eyebrow. It took him a minute, but when it clicked you saw him smile softly, coming over to you.

“It’s not about that. I just wanna take care of you, that’s all. I figured you’d be too tired,” he explained.

“I’m sorry baby.”

He just kissed you, hands finding the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

“No apologies necessary. C’mon, let’s get you clean.”

You both stripped down the rest of the way and he turned on the shower, which was huge. The tile was white and marble like, and the water pressure made you feel like you were in a spa as you brought your toiletries in. Grayson washed his hair quickly while you let the water run over you, and when he was done you felt his hands find your shoulders, rubbing at the knots he found with his thumbs. You relaxed back into his touch, closing your eyes and resting your back on his chest.

“Let me get your hair,” he said, reaching behind him to get the shampoo. You didn’t have a care in the world as he worked the suds through your scalp, making sure to get every bit of it before he started to rinse it out. By the time he made it to washing your body you were practically melted, so lost in the relaxation that you weren’t even sure it was real.

“You’re humming,” Grayson teased, pressing a kiss to your shoulder after you were rinsed off.

“Am I?” You mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Let’s get you dry before you pass out on me.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he helped you out of the shower, wrapping you up in a towel and kissing your nose. “You should let me do this more often.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, his statement waking you up a bit as you started drying yourself off.

“Well, you are miss independent you know. Miss ‘I can pack up an entire house with nobody’s help’ and ‘I can drive across the country solo, no big deal.’ I like when you let me take care of you sometimes,” he mused, rubbing his towel over his body and hair quickly before pulling on his boxers.

“Does that mean I get a free ride to bed?” You teased, keeping it light hearted even though you were melting at his words.

“Not dripping wet you don’t,” he smiled, taking your towel and running it over your hair, making you giggle. You were sure it looked something like Albert Einstein when he pulled the fabric away, but he kissed you anyways, passing you a shirt, shorts and your undies. You put them all on quickly, your limbs heavy with fatigue.

“Alright, off to bed.” With that, he scooped you up bridal style, carrying you out the door, down the hall and into the laundry room. He sat you down gently on your feet for a moment, pulling the covers back and climbing in, immediately opening his arms for you.

“I know you’re not tired,” you mumbled, crawling into bed and immediately resting your cheek on his chest. You put one leg over his, wrapping your arms around his bare chest as he pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“Doesn’t matter. Not a place in the world I would rather be. Now sleep so I can spoil you like I had planned to tomorrow.”

If you’d had any energy left you would have questioned him, but instead you lulled off to sleep in his arms, more content than you could remember being in a long, long time.

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