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sissyjamieray · 3 years

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My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

#feminized husband #xdress #embrace your femininity

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Hey babes, could I get 35 with Tom please 🥺?

Of course love! Hope you enjoy, I thought it turned out really cute, love you so much xx

You Need a Massage

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You try to help Tom relax after a long shoot

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Promt #35 - “Lay down, I’ll give you a massage.”

Tom had been shooting since what seemed to be the dawn of man, and the director seemed intent on keeping him on set until the world ended or he completely lost the ability to move, whichever came first. Needless to say, when he was finally allowed to leave he was exhausted, totally wiped out. There was nothing he wanted to do besides fall into bed with his pretty girlfriend and his cute dog who were undoubtedly all snuggled up under the blankets, probably very comfortable and very warm. It sounded like heaven at the moment.

As soon as Tom had opened the door Tessa came bolting for him, nearly knocking him onto his ass, “Hey hunny,” he cooed at her before getting down to scratch her head, “Where’s your mommy huh? Watching tv I suppose?”

“Making cookies actually,” (y/n) smiled to him as she slid across the floor in her fuzzy socks, “Get a lot done today?”

He nodded before standing, a tired groan leaving his lips at the great effort he had to put into standing back up, “Yeah, every stunt in the book. Are you seriously making cookies? It’s 11.”

She only shrugged, wrapping her arms around his neck with a smile, “I thought it might be a nice surprise after the long day, I just got the idea a little late.”

He smiled affectionately and leaned down to kiss her, “Thank you darling, that’s incredibly sweet of you.”

“Thanks Tommy,” she nuzzled her nose against his with a soft giggle, “But you are obviously exhausted. Why don’t I leave the cookies for the morning and come smother you instead?”

“You don’t have to love, I can wait a bit,” he assured with another kiss, “I’ll come hang out while you finish.”

She shook her head, “Absolutely not. I am going to put the cookie dough in the fridge and you are going to go get ready for bed. Got it?”

He nodded, a big smile overtaking his lips, “Yes mam.”

“Good, now off to the bedroom with you,” she pushed him off in the direction of the bedroom before scurrying back to the kitchen to quickly clean up.

Tom dragged himself off to their room, stripping his clothes lazily and stepping into the first pair of sweats he could find. (y/n) returned just a moment later, sure to shut the door behind her and wrap her arms around him once again.

“Think you’ll have another long day tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” he sighed, “We got the majority of my big stunts out of the way today, but there’s still some smaller ones and a lot of scenes to finish.”

She hummed and began pressing a series of kisses along his jaw, “Well I’ll come by and sweet talk the director into going easy on you then.”

“Nah love, you save the sweet talking for me,” he winked playfully, “You could come by though, I’ll show off for you.”

She giggled and got on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his nose, “Well that’s an offer too good to refuse, I’ll be there,” she pulled back, slipping out of his arms and taking a seat on their bed, “Lay down, I’ll give you a massage,” she patted the edge of the bed, beckoning him over with her sweet smile.

“You don’t have to love, I just need to rest,” he fell onto the bed with a happy sigh, “And a snuggle.”

“Roll over,” she ordered, he complied almost instantly, “See? You totally want a massage,” she teased as she sat herself on his lower back, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he groaned as her hands began working out the tightness in his muscles, “But you don’t have to love, I’ll be fine either way.”

"Nonsense, I want to,” she kissed the small divet between his shoulders before moving her hands lower, “And I know you’d do it for me.”

“Well I couldn’t miss an opportunity to get my hands all over you,” he smirked.

She only rolled her eyes, “Getting cheeky huh? Was that your plan all along?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m too tired for any of that.”

“That’s a first.”

“Yeah well give me a few minutes and maybe we’ll get there,” he laughed, “You’re quite good with your hands you know?”

“You are being cheeky!” she accused with a laugh, “Here I am, trying to be a sweet girlfriend and give you a cute little message, and you’re just trying to get me in bed.”

“No, no, I’m not,” he insisted through his own laughter, “It hurts just to laugh darling, sex is the last thing on my mind,” he bit his lip before continuing, “You do give good massages though darling, feels amazing, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she kept moving her hands down his back, trying to work out all the kinks along the way, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he yawned, “You’re gonna put me to sleep love.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point Tommy,” she giggled before pressing another kiss to his back.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to fall asleep getting a massage, I want to snuggle with you at least a bit first.”

“Aw,” she cooed at him, “Should I stop then?”

He nodded, rolling himself over as she crawled off him, “Come here though,” he opened his arms wide, waiting for her to tuck herself in them.

She flicked off the bedside lamp before she snuggled into his chest, pulling the blankets up over them, “Feel better?”

He nodded, wrapping his arms tight around her and kissing the top of her head, “Much, thank you love.”

“Anytime Tommy,” she kissed his chin, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight love.”

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Accidentally Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 6 | Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: As Molly and Chris become friends, Tom becomes jealous and makes a terrible mistake.

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

TAGLIST IS OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED! THANK YOU FOR READING!

Tom came home carrying an enormous bouquet of lilies and roses he purchased on the way home. He bubbled with anxiety and excitement. His talk with Benedict had done him wonders. Until he opened the door to an empty house. He called out for Molly a few times but got no response. There was also no note. He slumped in a kitchen chair. His phone buzzed.

I’m on my way home. Sorry I didn’t leave a note. Hope you aren’t worried. I promise I’m fine!

Tom smiled at the message. He didn’t know why, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He scrambled to his feet as he overheard the door opening.

“Tom?” Molly yelled into the house.

“In the kitchen, darling!” He fidgeted with the flowers behind his back. As he stared at the floor, a wide grin grew on his face.

“Molly, I…” His face fell as Evans walked in behind Molly.

“Look who stopped by and took me to lunch!” Molly squeaked.

Chris slung an arm over Molly’s shoulders. Tom’s fist clenched around the flowers behind his back.

“I hope you don’t mind me stealing your girl, Tom.” Chris smirked. “She said you were out to lunch with Benedict.”

“Not at all, Chris.” Tom lied. “I’m glad you could keep my wife company.”

“Pleasure was all mine, pal. She is,” Chris gazed down at Molly with a look that made Tom want to leap across the kitchen counter and strangle Chris. “a pretty special girl.”

“Chris!” Molly smacked his hand. “You are too kind. Thank you for a lovely lunch.” She squeezed his torso.

“And don’t forget about tomorrow. We will find decent margaritas in this city if it kills us.”

“You’re on. But you know I have discerning taste when it comes to my liquor.”

“That makes two of us.”

Molly and Chris giggled. “Let me show you out, Chris.” Tom offered.

Molly smiled over at Tom and noticed his hand behind his back.

“What’s that, darling?”

“What?” Tom’s brows knitted.

“Behind your back.” Molly strolled towards him and peeked around Tom. “Are those for me?”

Tom pulled the flowers out. “They are. I thought you might want them to brighten up the house.”

Molly gasped at the beautiful arrangement. “They are stunning, love.” She wrapped an arm around Tom’s neck and pecked his lips. “Thank you. I love them.”

Tom leaned down for another kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth when Molly sighed.

Chris cleared his throat and hooked his thumb towards the front of the house.

“I’ll just see myself out.”

Molly pulled back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her skin. She giggled as Chris waved and walked away.

“What has gotten into you?” she teased as she pushed Tom back.

“Just selling the relationship. We are newly married.” Tom commented, kissing her cheek.

“Oh.”

Tom’s answer disappointed Molly. Somewhere deep inside, that place she never admits to having Molly wanted Tom to want her for more than just a PR stunt. She wanted him to love her as much as he pretended to. But it seemed clear Tom was content on keeping things professional.

“That is the plan, after all?”

“Yeah.” Molly shook her head. “So how was lunch with Ben?”

“Good. You’re going out with Chris again?” Tom’s heart sank further down as he shelved plans to tell Molly how he felt. Evans ruined that.

“He is staying in town for a few days and with you doing auditions and meetings tomorrow, Chris thought I could use some company.” She went to grab a vase for the flowers.

“I bet he did.” Tom muttered.

“What’s that?” Molly twisted her head around.

“I said how nice of him.”

Molly smiled. “It is. He is so funny too! The stories he tells.”

Tom inhaled sharply. “Think you can pry yourself from the Captain to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Anything for you.” She cupped his cheek. “Now what would you like for dinner tonight?”

“Whatever you would like, love. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

Molly marched over to him and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. “That is the second time you have said something like that. Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Tom pulled back. “I’m fine. There’s no need to fuss.”

Molly pursed her lips. “After you drove me to urgent care, filled my prescriptions, let me sleep in your bed, and took care of my every need for three days, you can bet your sweet ass I’m fussing.” She touched his forehead again. “Hmm. I can’t tell if you have a fever. Go lie down in the living room and I’ll bring you dinner.”

“But I…”

“Go!” She jabbed a finger at the door. “I will not have you getting sick on my hands.”

Tom held up his hands in defeat. “Yes, ma’am.”

Molly came in with a steaming bowl of a beef stew she whipped up with leftovers in the fridge and on the side some thick slices of a crusty bread she picked up a few days ago. A heavy slash of butter on top. She arranged it on a tray for Tom.

“Arms and knees up.” she commanded. Tom complied, tucking up his knees. Molly set down the tray and then settled into the spot once occupied by Tom’s feet. “Eat up.”

Tom blew onto a spoonful before taking a bite. He moaned as he swallowed. “That is exquisite, Molly. What is it?”

“Leftover stew.” Molly took a bite herself.

“You made this with the leftovers?”

“You learn to get creative with the spice cabinet.”

“Foster care?” Tom asked quietly, teeth crunching through the crust of the bread.

“College. Financial aid only goes so far. I couldn’t let food go to waste. I became famous or rather infamous in the dorm freshman year with what I could with a microwave. A modern witch, they called me.”

“You have certainly bewitched me, darling.” Tom commented without thinking. “With your cooking.” he covered. “You are a genius in that kitchen. I will have to learn some of the recipes before year’s end.”

Molly gazed up at him, pained. He was already talking about when all of this was over. Tom quickly changed the subject.

“Tell more about college. I imagine it was rather different from my experience.” Tom ate another spoonful of stew, warming his insides.

“Where did you matriculate?” Molly teased in a haughty tone.

“Cambridge.”

She let loose a low whistle. “You really are Mr. Fancy Pants.”

“With a degree in Classics.”

Molly giggled. “And I thought a tourism degree was useless.”

“Enough about me. I’m boring. Tell me about you.”

They talked about college, about how hard summers were when the dorms closed and Molly would couch surf while working summer jobs.

“I had amazing friends.” she whispered. “I am forever in their debt.”

Tom reached over and pulled her to his chest. “I am so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m not.” She snuggled against him. “Our experiences make us who we are. The good and the bad. I would have preferred an easier life. I would prefer not to freeze every time someone raises their voice, but that’s not me.” she sighed and the tears fell onto Tom’s shirt.

Tom smoothed down Molly’s hair. “I’m sorry to upset you. Let’s talk about happy things.”

“What are those?” she chuckled softly.

“How about this?” He stared down at her tucked under the crook of his arm. “Tell me about some of the craziest things you’ve seen as a bartender in Vegas?”

Molly laughed. “How about the one about the guy who peed on a blackjack table?”

“This I must hear.” Tom chuckled.

Tom woke up on the couch that next morning. Molly’s messy bun tickling his chin.

“Molly…” He groaned as he sat up. “… I have to get up, darling.”

Molly burrowed deeper into Tom’s chest and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her. He kissed her temple. She hummed and sighed. Tom’s stomach clenched.

“Time to wake up. I need to shower.”

She slowly woke and stared at Tom, realizing the compromising position of their bodies. Molly scrambled away, blushing.

“So sorry.” She sat up. “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

Tom cleared his throat. “I still have time.” Tom sat up and fiddled his hands in his lap. “You could always come with me. We could grab some lunch. You can see all of my ‘hard work’.” Tom gazed at her hopefully.

“I…” Molly pondered the offer. “can’t. I would only be in the way. And I have plans with Chris.”

“Chris, right.” Tom stood abruptly. “We wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Molly gave a strained smile. “I already committed. But we are still having dinner?”

“Dinner, indeed. I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6:30 p.m.”

Molly stood and hugged him. “I’ll be there with bells on.”

There was a knock on the door exactly when Chris said he would come by. Molly opened the door to find Chris leaned against the frame in jeans and a henley. A devastating combination.

“Hey babe, I have an Uber and a list of five Mexican restaurants with great promise. Ready to find the perfect margarita?”

“I am.” She stepped out with a smile. Chris slung his arm over her shoulder. Molly leaned in for a bit. Just long enough for a camera to click.

“That first place was awful!” Molly howled in the back of the Uber as they made their way to the next place.

Chris laughed next to her. “I never knew they could make tortillas out of rubber.”

Molly’s phone buzzed. It was Luke. She switched off the phone.

“Anything important?” Chris leaned over to glance at the screen.

“Just Luke. Tom’s publicist. It is probably just something about an upcoming event. I’ll ring him back later.” Molly shrugged before tucking the phone back into her purse. “Now an important question.”

“Which is?”

“Strawberry or Lime?”

“Lime all the way.”

“A purist, I like that.”

Chris burst into laughter.

Tom struggled against his sour disposition through most of his auditions and lunch. It wasn’t until he got to the restaurant for dinner Tom listened to Luke’s voicemail. Which led him to googling himself for the first time in years.

“Fuck!” He hissed louder than he wanted to, drawing the attention of a nearby couple. He forced a smile and gave a small wave.

Molly slipped into the chair. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. I lost track of time and then traffic.”

Tom’s fists clenched. “Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?” He spit at her.

Molly blinked at him. “What do you mean by that? I was with Chris. He seems like a nice guy.”

“And you are such a friendly girl.” Tom continued to speak in a clipped tone.

“Tom, what’s wrong?” She reached out for Tom’s hand, but he pulled it back.

“This is what’s wrong.” Tom slid his phone over to her.

Molly scrolled through the pictures with increasing horror. The headlines read: Hiddleston Marriage on the Rocks? Tom’s New Bride Steps Out with Captain America Himself.

“I… I…” Molly sputtered, handing the phone back. Hot tears hit her cheeks.

Tom threw his napkin down. “We’re leaving. Keep a smile on as we leave and when we get home. No need to give the paparazzi more fodder.”

Molly stood in a daze and Tom snatched her elbow roughly to lead her out of the restaurant. As they walked outside, Tom leaned in.

“Wrap your arm around my waist and laugh like I said something funny.”

Molly snaked her arm around him and Tom pulled her tight against him. They both threw their heads back in laughter until they got into the taxi, where Tom’s expression fell into a cold mask.

Molly sniffled with stifled sobs the entire way home. Tom took no effort to sooth her. He was… cold and detached. They repeated the charade from the restaurant up the stairs to the front door. Tom had to hold back from slamming the door.

“How could you have been so stupid?!” Tom hissed, slamming his keys onto the table.

“Don’t call me stupid. I was just going out with a friend.”

“A handsome movie star!”

“Not unlike my husband! In fact, Chris called you a close friend.” Molly raised her voice.

“He would say anything to take you from me!” Tom yelled.

Molly froze and her head dropped, shoulders hunching forward. “Please don’t yell at me.”

“How else am I to make you understand, Molly?!” Tom continued to shout like someone crazed. He gestured wildly in the air. “You are forbidden to see him.”

“I want out.” Molly sobbed.

“What?” Tom snapped out of it. He glanced at Molly, only to see the damage he had done. Molly was all but curled in on herself. She sobbed freely, shoulders shaking. “Molly, I…”

“Don’t touch me.” She turned from his hand, reaching out to her. “Why is Chris different from your sister?”

“Because Emma isn’t trying to steal you from me.”

Molly chuckled. “You’re fucking jealous?! How rich! Chris is a nice guy! I used to say the same about you. I used to…” her voice trailed off.

“Used to what?” Tom sniped, tears of anger and hurt filling his own eyes. “Take pity on me? Poor Tom with shit taste in women?! Has to pay a girl to pretend to be his wife for the papers?!”

Molly reared back and slapped him. Tom held his cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Molly screeched. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.”

“Molly, please…” Tom begged.

“Fuck off, Tom!” Molly pushed past him. “I thought we were…” she sobbed. “But I guess not. It’s my own fucking fault.”

“What’s your fault, Molly?” Tom asked. “What’s your fault?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Molly cried, defeated. “I was clearly wrong about you.”

“Wrong how?” Tom’s heart shattered as she walked away, returning with a small bag.

“Goodbye, Tom. Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete. Wouldn’t want to tarnish your good guy image?” she sneered before heading to the door.

“Where will you go?” Tom grew more desperate as the reality of his actions set in.

“Away from you. Other than that, I don’t much care.” The front door slammed behind her.

Tom collapsed onto the couch and his head fell into his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!” he screamed into the void of his empty house.

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isaac is bad at feelings

it goes like this: you get sad, you text isaac, he comes over and makes it all better.

feat. stiles, who knows the vibes

🎶 telepatía - kali uchis 🎶

The morning afters were always the same.

I usually woke up first. Sometimes I climbed out of my bed and carefully tiptoed into the bathroom, where I sloshed a bit of mouthwash, rubbed the gunk out of my eye, and slipped back underneath my sheets before Isaac woke up. The first face he’d see was mine. I did what I could to make it look kind of okay.

It’s not that I thought he would judge me if I looked bad. He wasn’t that kind of friend. He was just the kind of friend I fucked on occasion, when we both had nothing better to do and found ourselves lonely and a little unloved.

We both had a bad habit of avoiding the heaps of repressed childhood trauma that lurked in the dark corners of our minds. Some days were harder than others. On those days, sometimes the only comfort we found was in each other. And what were friends for, if not that?

Isaac stirred awake. He blinked twice, clearing the sleepy haze shrouding his eyes. His eyes focused on me and his face broke into a marshmallow sweet smile. He looked adorable, and I was as fond of him as ever.

He was laying on his side. The morning sun peeked through the blinds, reflecting off the floating stardust in the air. The light landed on Isaac, his sandy brown curls and his sporadically freckled skin. He was golden. In the moment, he looked younger, warmer, unburdened, happy.

“Morning,” he said. The sound of his greeting came out deep and gravely. His morning voice was, as always, a bit much.

“Morning,” I hummed.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long.”

“That’s good. I guess it’s not as creepy to watch someone while they’re sleeping if you do it for not too long.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t watching you. Just, casually observing. You look really peaceful when you’re sleeping, did you know? Like, peaceful and serene and beautiful.”

Isaac raised his brow playfully. “Beautiful? Are you trying to be romantic? Is that what we’re doing now?”

I snorted and rolled over to face away from him. “No way.”

The weight shifted on the mattress as he scooted closer and his soft lips brushed against my shoulder. Isaac’s chest was warm and solid, protective behind me.

“I’m just kidding,” he said softly. “Anyway, you’re the one who looks beautiful when you’re sleeping. Also when you’re awake. Anytime you’re existing, really.” His lips trailed up my shoulder and he brushed my hair away from my neck to kiss me there. A hand snaked around my torso and turned me over to face him.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Whatever. You’re just complimenting me because you have morning wood and you want to fuck.”

He tsked disapprovingly. “Way to ruin the moment. You’re always so quick to doubt my motives. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to take a compliment.”

I shoved him back lightly, flipping us over so I was straddling him around his waist. “It’s not your compliments that I want.”

Pushing Isaac’s boxers down his thighs, I positioned his already swollen cock at my wet entrance and slipped him inside me. Isaac emitted a shuddered breath as I took in all of him. I pushed up and brought my hips back down, creating a slow rhythm.

Isaac sucked in his breath. “Fuck, fuck, come here.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and brought down my forehead to rest against his. I braced my hands on either side of him and rolled my hips. Isaac pinched one of my nipples, twisted it between his fingers and kneaded my other breast.

I sighed in pleasure, arching into him as a familiar sensation pooled underneath my stomach. I moved my hips faster. Isaac steadied my urgent movements with his arms locked around me. He held me still so he could pump into me from below. I sighed in pleasure. From this angle, I felt him deep inside me, felt every ridge, every vein on his cock against every inch of my walls.

“Oh god, fuck, Isaac, please,” I moaned pathetically. My nails dug into his shoulders while he slammed into me. It was a lot. It was always a lot, in the best way. I still wasn’t used to the fact that my fuck buddy was a teenage wolf-human hybrid with lots of energy to expend in the morning, or really at any point during the day.

In the corner of my eye, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. If we took too long, we’d be late for school. Reaching under me, I rubbed my clit and moved my hips with Isaac’s.

“Isaac, please I’m so close, please don’t stop, right there…”

Isaac rutted his hips and sank deep into me, and then we were both coming with strangled groans. I felt his smile against my skin, mirroring my own that he couldn’t see.

~*~*~*~

Later that morning, I drove us to school, rolling my eyes when Isaac said that it’d be faster if he just carried me on his back and ran there.

“You can’t carry me,” I said. “I’m not skinny.”

“And what of it? Your body’s amazing,” he replied without missing a beat, “and I would, and could, carry you anywhere.”

I chuckled. “Whatever, wolf boy.”

“Your car really is a piece of shit.”

I lightly punched Isaac’s shoulder. “My car’s fine. You’re free to get out and walk your ungrateful ass to school.”

Isaac rubbed his shoulder and chuckled. “So um,” he said hesitantly, “thanks again for letting me come over last night.”

I frowned. “You know you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Yeah, I do. I just don’t ever want you to think I’m using my nightmares and my issues as like, a pick up line to get into your pants or something. I would never take advantage of you.”

Briefly, I glanced over. He was looking at me with a peculiar expression. He looked sincere, and because I was emotionally stunted, it made me uncomfortable. I chuckled to dispel the tension in the air.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’re not taking advantage of anything. I do what I want, nothing more or less. You don’t have to treat me like I’m a virginal princess and you’re like, some big bad wolf stealing my flower.” I laughed at the idea that Isaac could ever be predatory in any way. “And it’s not like I don’t need you too. We’re there for each other because we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”

“Friends. Good, that’s good…” Isaac trailed off.

“Um, is there something else you want to tell me?” I asked. It sounded like there was something unsaid lingering in the air.

After a few beats of silence, Isaac casually replied, “Nope, that’s it. Just wanted to make sure we were alright, that’s all.”

That wasn’t all. I could detect the slight uneasiness in his voice. I knew in my gut something was off, but I was a coward, and I hated confronting people, so I didn’t. Instead, I decided to turn up the radio and pretend everything was fine, while a tiny little knowing voice in my head mocked me the rest of the car ride to school.

~*~*~*~

The ominous feeling from the morning stayed with me throughout the day. At noon, I waited for Isaac to show up in the cafeteria at our usual lunch table with the pack. After waiting fifteen minutes, I started to get a little concerned.

I turned to Erica. “Have you seen Isaac? He’s not answering my texts.”

Erica smirked. “Worried about your boyfriend?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“So I’m just supposed to believe you sneak a boy into your room every night to chit chat and do homework? Are we that innocent?”

I shrugged. “I can be innocent.”

Erica laughed. “You haven’t been innocent since we were fifteen. But I think I saw Isaac earlier headed to the boys’ locker room.”

With that information, I left to go find Isaac, briskly walking through the hallways. I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly wishing I’d never left the safe confines of the cafeteria.

I was about twenty feet away from the locker room entrance where I saw Isaac standing in front of a girl, his hand on her waist, her lips near his ear giggling and whispering, his face buried into her neck. And then he kissed her. In the middle of the hallway in front of everyone, not caring who might see them. Not caring if I might see them.

I stepped backwards until I was shielded behind the wall. I was hurt, but I didn’t even feel like I deserved to be. Isaac and I weren’t together. He was free to do whatever he wanted. We were just friends. I told him so this morning.

I mentally smacked my forehead. My own stupidity always came back to haunt me. This was what Isaac was trying to tell me in the car.

I returned to the cafeteria and sat next to Erica and stared blankly at my lunch tray. I didn’t know how to feel. There had always been this unspoken rule between me and Isaac that we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. He had told me he didn’t want to take advantage of me but that’s exactly what it felt like.

He was messing around with another girl. For all I knew, there were many other girls. And he had kept it a secret. His withholding information by default made the scales uneven. Before, everything felt balanced and fair, but now, the dynamic felt different. I trusted him and he didn’t give me the same trust back.

If Isaac was just a casual friend, it wouldn’t hurt this much. I naively thought he and I had something different. I thought he was different.

Erica gently shook my shoulder. “Babe?” I felt too embarrassed to even look at her. “What’s wrong? Did you find Isaac?”

“Oh um, no I didn’t uh, I didn’t see him.” Erica soothingly raked her nails across my back and I relaxed into her touch. There was no way she bought my bullshit lie, and I loved her for not pressing me about it. “Hey um, remember last week when you said I should start dating again?”

“Um, yeah. You said you weren’t interested though, right?”

“I did say that, but I am now,” I said. “But I’m not exactly interested in dating someone. I just need a distraction, you know?”

“Hm,” Erica said. “That can be arranged too. But what changed your mind?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing really. My old distraction isn’t working for me anymore. I need something new.”

~*~*~*~

Erica suggested I meet up with one of one of her old casual hook-ups. When she first told me who it was, I was flummoxed. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense when Erica told me I should go out with Stiles Stilinski.

Since Erica pre-approved him for me, I knew he was someone I could trust and someone who probably knew what they were doing. I wasn’t super close to him either, which would help with avoiding another Isaac situation where I was too enmeshed with the person. Overall, Stiles was a pretty ideal distraction.

It turned out that he was also pretty into the idea of us linking up. My phone kept vibrating with his texts the whole time I drove home from school. As I walked to my room, I opened my unread messages, except ones that were from Isaac.

3:20 pm: Hey, this is Stiles. Well you probably knew that. Unless you don’t have my number saved

3:22 pm: Which isn’t a big deal considering we’ve never really talked that much

3:25 pm: Anyway Erica just texted me and told me that we’re hanging out tonight?

3:25 pm: We as in you and me, not me and Erica. That’s been over for a long time

3:26 pm: We didn’t date or anything don’t worry

3:26 pm: Anyway what I’m trying to say is that I’m totally down. I’m just a little confused

3:30 pm: Are we going out, like out out? Or are we just hanging out? Or is it like what Erica and I used to do?

3:34 pm: Sorry I’m making this weird. I’ll just pick you up tonight around 8 for dinner. Cya then :)

I was reading his last message as I opened the door to my bedroom, chuckling at Stiles’s messages, when I jumped backwards and yelped at the sight of Isaac laying casually on my bed.

“Jesus, you scared me,” I muttered. He simply grinned.

“Sorry, but I think it’d be fair to say you’re easily spooked.”

I stared back impassively, ignoring his playful quip. “What are you doing here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Isaac shrugged. “Had nothing to do after school.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so it’s just a convenience thing? You just show up whenever you want when you have nothing better to do?”

Isaac frowned and sat up. “You never had a problem with me showing up here unannounced before. What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“Nope,” I lied. “I just don’t have time to deal with you right now.”

I knew why he was here. To him, I was just an easy fuck. No different than the girl he was pressed up against at school and probably the countless other girls who gave him full access to whatever he wanted. “I need to shower and study.”

“Okay? I’m not stopping you. I need to study too. We can study together.”

I turned on my heel and lifted my shirt over my shoulder, walking topless to my hamper to discard the garment. “I don’t have time to study with you. I’m going out later.”

After unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs, I threw them on top of the pile of dirty laundry. Standing there in my bra and underwear, for the first time, I truly felt naked in front of Isaac. I’d grown so accustomed to him seeing me without clothes on that it stopped phasing me, but I couldn’t get the image of Isaac kissing another girl out of my head.

I always used to feel so safe around him. For once, I felt vulnerable in front of Isaac.

“You’re going out?” Isaac rose to his feet. “With who?”

“Stiles.”

Isaac blinked. After a few moments, he said, “Oh I’m sorry, are you not kidding?”

“Why would I be kidding?” I challenged.

The corners of Isaac’s mouth turned down in a thoughtful, indifferent frown. “I just didn’t know you two were close like that.” Isaac scoffed again. “Wait, I’m sorry, I can’t get past this. Stiles? How the hell did that happen?”

I chuckled, remembering that Isaac and Stiles hated each other. “He’s cute, and I like him. He texted me earlier, so we’re going out.”

Isaac shook his head. “I feel like you’ve lost your mind, but I suppose I can’t stop you.”

Just like you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving your tongue down random girls’ throats, I thought bitterly.

“So, are you gonna fuck him?”

I snorted. “Excuse me? How is that any of your business?”

“It is if we’re fucking.”

My jaw fell open. “Holy shit, you’re unbelievable. You know what? We’re not anymore.”

“Seriously?” When I didn’t respond, he laughed in disbelief. “You’re joking. You can’t be ending this over Stilinski.”

“I’m not. I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

Isaac blinked. “You know I can tell when you’re lying right?”

“Whatever. I don’t care if you’re listening to my heart rate or reading my perspiration levels or my scent or whatever. None of that means anything. What matters is what I’m telling you, and I’m telling you this is over. You should leave.”

For a brief moment, Isaac looked taken aback, hurt evident in his slightly wide eyes. “Come on, you don’t seriously mean that.”

He stepped forward and I stepped back. He looked surprised again. He walked us backwards until my back met the wall. He lifted his hand and with his pinky, gently brushed a stray lock of hair from the side of my face. I turned away and placed a hand on his chest.

“Isaac, I don’t…” Faintly, I tried to protest. I really did. But Isaac Lahey was not someone who made it easy to resist. He lifted my chin and softly pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, a sudden impulse fueled by longing and self-loathing overriding my will power. I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, groaning when his hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass.

Somewhere in the room, I heard my phone send out a loud text notification ding!. Oh right, reality.

I shoved Isaac’s chest and pushed him away. He stumbled slightly, his face full of confusion and sadness. I felt a twinge of remorse. At the end of the day, I didn’t want to hurt him. There was a soft spot in my heart and Isaac had made it his home a long time ago. But I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too painful.

“Just go please,” I said quietly. This time, he listened.

~*~*~*~

At 8 o’clock, I saw Stiles parked outside my house. I knocked on the window of his jeep, and in doing so, inadvertently scared him. Stiles jumped and hit his head on the roof of his car. I heard a muffled “what the fu-oh hey!” I gave him a guilty smile and a small wave. He rubbed his cranial injury and fumbled with his door handle, finally managing to step outside.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry about that. I was on my phone and I wasn’t paying attention and… you look really pretty.” He cleared his throat. “Is that okay to say? Because we’re sort of friends and now we’re going… out…? But not like, going out, not like that. Unless um, are we? Because Erica kind of implied that this was just to... you know... I mean, it’s totally possible that I misconstrued her words and we are actually going out? Or… fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

Poor kid.

He’d texted me about 10 minutes ago to tell me he was in front of my house. He was early and I was nowhere near ready. After I had finished combing mascara through my lashes, I looked at myself in the mirror, mostly indifferent at my reflection, but a little disgusted. I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of using Stiles to distract myself from Isaac, but it’s not like Stiles was naive. He was Erica’s fuck buddy once upon a time. He knew the vibes.

Erica was supposed to tell Stiles this was purely a hookup, casual and unofficial, but considering he wanted to pick me up and take me to dinner, some signals might’ve gotten crossed.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Hey, Stiles, relax. It’s only me. I just needed to get out and have some fun, no pressure. We’ll figure things out as we go, okay? And thank you! You look nice too.”

I reached up to adjust the collar of his flannel button down. He smiled at the gesture, and I noticed for the first time that he had a really nice jawline. There was also a cluster of moles on his face and his neck, sixteen in total. Cute.

“Thanks,” he said shyly. “So, shall we?” He jogged to the other side of his car and held open the door, beaming back with a toothy grin.

I giggled, and the tension in my shoulders unfurled. There was nothing to fret over. This was Stiles, the least intimidating person ever.

Everything was going to be fine.

~*~*~*~

My “date” with Stiles was going surprisingly well. He let me play my music in his car, lovingly calling my playlist a “pretentiously indie softcore mess.” I pretended to be offended and played three more Bon Iver songs just to spite him.

At dinner, we slid into a booth at a colorful diner. He ordered a hamburger, a chocolate milkshake, and curly fries, then made fun of me for ordering a veggie burger, water, and sweet potato fries. I playfully punched him in the arm when he tried to steal some of them.

“What kind of self-respecting woman would I be if I just let you steal my food right after you made fun of it?” I quipped.

“First of all, I was making fun of you, not the food,” I gasped in mock offense. “And second of all, I just wanted to understand how you could give up meat and dairy for something that looks like dog food and cardboard. Now I’m making fun of your food.”

I snorted. The thing about Stiles was that even when he was roasting you, he had the unique ability to put you at ease, just by virtue of treating everyone the same way. He could be sarcastic and blunt and unnervingly confrontational, but he was that way towards everyone. Maybe if I hung out with him enough, those qualities would rub off on me.

“How dare you?” I said. “Just for that, I’m stealing some of your fries.” I reached across the table and snagged the biggest curl of greasy potato from his plate.

Stiles stared at me blankly. “If you wanted real fries, you could’ve just ordered them.”

“Hmm, it’s more fun this way,” I said cheerily.

“Wow, I have half a mind to out of this diner right now, but you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.” He leaned back against the booth and grinned. I smiled shyly at the unexpected compliment and stared down at my lap. “So, what’s your deal?” he asked.

I looked up. “My deal?”

“Yeah. Erica hits me up out of nowhere and tells me to take you out, which I don’t mind at all. We’ve just never been particularly close.”

I nibbled on a fry. “What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me why we’re really here.”

I paused. “You’ll judge me if I do.”

Stiles tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Unless the reason you’re with me right now is that you need an alibi for a murder scheme, I probably won’t judge you, but even then…” I gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Here,” he extended his pinkie, “I promise I won’t judge, okay?”

I laughed and twisted my pinkie with his. “Okay.”

I told him about the casual arrangement I had with Isaac, getting jealous after seeing him kiss another girl, asking Erica to set me up with a distraction, getting into a fight with Isaac, and finally ending our whole arrangement.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yep.”

“First of all, Isaac Lahey? Doesn’t deserve you. You could do way better. Second, should I be offended or flattered that I’m just being passed around to different girls as a distraction? And third…” Stiles reached forward and laid his hand over mine, “I’m sorry this is all happening to you. I know what it’s like to see the person I’m into be all over someone else.”

I was nodding along until he said the last part. “Wait, what? I’m not into Isaac,” I said incredulously.

“Yeah, you kinda are. Why else would you be upset that he kissed someone else?”

“Um, because he hid it from me?”

“Nah, I’m not buying it.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and tried to retract my hand from his.

Stiles grinned and gripped my hand tighter. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay to have feelings for him. Just don’t fall in love with me too, kid.” He winked.

I tried to give him an unimpressed stare, but I couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled out of my throat. “I’ll try.”

“I know, I’m pretty hard to resist.” Stiles looked me dead in the eye, grabbed his milkshake, opened his mouth to take a sip and missed the straw completely, aimlessly moving his head and searching for it with his tongue. I laughed at him so loud that people gave me judgmental stares.

~*~*~*~

After we left the diner, we climbed back into his jeep. I graciously allowed Stiles to turn on the radio. In the spirit of our mutual dislike for Isaac, we loudly sang along to “I Don’t Fuck With You.” I realized I hadn’t felt sad about Isaac the entire time I’d been out with Stiles. Erica was right; he was the perfect distraction.

We were still parked outside the diner. I looked over at Stiles. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming urge to lean over the console and kiss Stiles on the cheek, so I did. I started moving away, but before I could, he surged forward and connected our lips. We were kissing for about four seconds before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s cool,” I said, licking my bottom lip. Stiles tasted like the strawberry from his milkshake. “Wanna do it again?”

His mouth parted slightly. He looked surprised. “Really?” Without answering, I closed the distance between us and kissed him again, on his lips this time.

I grabbed the back of his neck and mushed our mouths closer. His lips tasted sweet. His sugar-coated tongue slipped into my mouth. He placed his hand timidly on my bare thigh where my dress had ridden up.

Stiles was a good kisser. I liked the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips on my lips, but even in the midst of all this, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Isaac, kissing him just this morning because we had woken up in the same bed together.

I tried to get my mind off him and focus on what Stiles was doing. Stiles kissing the corner of my mouth, Stiles grazing his lips against my jaw, then my neck, every once in a while tasting my skin with his tongue. He was sucking on my collarbone when my phone started buzzing in the cup holder.

I tried to ignore it, but against the plastic container, it was rattling obnoxiously. I pulled away, despite Stiles’s little whine of protest. “I’m sorry, let me just turn it off-oh.”

“What?” Stiles asked.

“It’s Isaac. What do I do?” I asked, a little panicked.

“I want to give you unbiased advice,” Stiles said, “but I currently have a boner, so my interests are a little biased at the moment.”

I ignored the call, but the moment was already ruined.

~*~*~*~

Since I couldn’t get back into the mood, Stiles offered to just drive me home. The car ride was silent and awkward and sexually frustrating all at once, and it was all Isaac’s fault.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Stiles pulled into my driveway.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault your ex boy toy takes every chance to screw me over.”

I chuckled. “Guess we’re both getting screwed by him.” I nervously picked at chipped polish on my nail. “Hey Stiles?”

“Hm?”

“Do you maybe wanna come inside?” I asked before I lost my nerve, hoping Stiles would understand what I was really asking him.

Stiles licked his lips. “Really?” Seemed like he understood pretty clearly.

I shrugged. “Offer’s on the table.”

Stiles pursed his mouth and squinted at me. “Do you wanna do this just to get back at Isaac, or are you actually into me like that?”

“Is it bad if I say both?”

“Maybe, but I’m no better, because I do want to come inside. Your house. Not-” I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. “Shut up,” he muttered, which only made me laugh harder.

I reached for the door handle, but Stiles stopped me. I was confused until he jogged around the front and opened my door for me again. “If this is how polite you are on all your dates, you must get laid all the time.”

“You know how I do,” Stiles said, making me snort. He wove his fingers through mine, and we walked towards my front door. When we arrived, I nearly tripped and fell, because the last thing I expected to see was Isaac sitting on my doorsteps.

“Jesus fucking christ Lahey, are you kidding me?” Stiles said, grabbing my arm to steady me. “You’re creepy as hell, you know that?”

Isaac remained expressionless. He stood up and dusted off his khakis. “Really, I’m creepy? You stalked Lydia for years and she didn’t even know your name.”

“What did you just-” Stiles sputtered.

“Alright,” I interrupted before they started throwing fisticuffs. “Isaac, what are you doing here?”

He frowned. “I was waiting for you. I didn’t think you’d bring him back with you.”

“He is my date, which I told you before, and we had a great time, so I invited him in,” I said in a clipped tone.

“To get back at me.” I froze. “That’s what you told him in the car, right? Why are you getting back at me? What did I do?”

I looked down. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “I don’t know.” The silence stretched on. Beside me, Stiles was impatiently tapping his heel. He exhaled loudly.

“Really?” he said. “You’re both gonna do this now, right before I was supposed to get laid?”

Stiles was fed up, which became abundantly clear when he cursed our “unnatural capacity to be stubborn little shits.” He grabbed our arms and led us inside. He marched us up my stairs to my bedroom and told us to sit down. He stood in front of us with the authority and sternness of a school vice principal.

“We are going to resolve this right now,” Stiles stated.

“Resolve what?” Isaac mumbled. “I didn’t even do anything.”

I snorted. “Yeah right.”

Isaac turned to me. “What’s your problem?” he asked. The fact that he had the audacity to ask like he still didn’t know was infuriating. I was over it.

“Your face,” I muttered. I was aware I sounded like a child. I didn’t care.

“Oh, that’s mature. My face is your problem?”

“Yep.”

“Well your face sucks too.”

“That’s not what you said this morning,” I retorted.

“That’s because you weren’t acting like this this morning.”

“Well your face was better this morning.”

Isaac looked absolutely vexed. It was almost funny. “What does that even mean?”

“Holy shit,” Stiles said. “She’s mad because you kissed another girl. And many others possibly, but she saw you with someone at school today. That’s why she’s mad.”

“Stiles, what the fuck?!” I sputtered as he exposed me.

I felt my face get hot. I turned to Isaac, who was looking at me with his mouth parted in surprise and awe. This was so fucking embarrassing.

“Look,” I said, “you don’t have to explain yourself, okay? We never set any rules for what this was, and I just assumed we wouldn’t be seeing other people. So it’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

I scooted backwards on my bed until I reached the stack of pillows near the headboard. I locked my arms around my knees and hid my face. In the silence, I heard faint mumblings and harsh whispers. Lifting my head, I watched Stiles and Isaac engaging in an inaudible argument of accusatory finger pointing and other frustrated hand gestures. I ducked my head again. I couldn’t face the mess I’d made.

The weight on the mattress shifted. I felt a presence to my left. A hand rested gently on my arm. I looked up. It was Isaac, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I wasn’t messing around with anyone else in the beginning. That started a few weeks ago.”

“If you wanted to mess around with other people, you should’ve just told me. I thought we were close enough that you could tell me anything,” I said, unable to keep the sadness out of my voice.

“I didn’t want to mess around with other people. I only did it because I started having feelings for you.”

I froze. “You what?”

Isaac sighed. “I like you. A lot. I couldn’t tell you because I know you only think of me as your friend. I did try at one point to stop what we were doing, but I wanted you too much. But it was killing me not to tell you, so I got sad, like really sad. I couldn’t tell you I was basically in love with you, and I didn’t want to deal with how depressed it was making me, so I started messing around with other people. I fucked up.”

“You’re in love with me,” I repeated in awe. Of all the things I expected him to say, that information was nowhere on the list. “I can’t believe it.”

Isaac winced. “Look, you don’t need to address it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel obligated to comfort me or anything. I’ll deal with it on my own. I don’t want things to change between us just because of this.”

"But things have changed,” I said, thinking out loud. “Because I love you too.”

Isaac blinked. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I laughed in disbelief. “I think that’s why I was so mad. I didn’t even realize I had feelings for you until today. Stiles figured it out first. Oh shit, Stiles.”

Stiles raised his hand like a teacher just called on him for attendance. “That’s me,” he said.

“Oh god, I’m sorry you got caught up in the middle of all this,” I said.

Stiles shrugged. “No worries. Erica said there was a possibility I would get laid, and it was with you, so I was down for whatever. Actually I’m still down if you two are about to fuck.”

I sputtered. My entire face felt like it was on flames. I laughed nervously. “You’re still down to what?”

“To fuck.”

“Fuck who?”

“Fuck you. And Isaac.”

My eyes darted back and forth between the two boys currently on my bed. What did he just say? “What did you just say?” I squeaked.

Stiles blinked. “What? Haven’t you ever had a threesome before?”

“Haven’t I-? No, of course not! That’s freaky, even for me.”

“Really? Oh. I just thought, considering you have a reputation for being kinda promiscuous, no offense.”

I glared at Stiles. Full offense.

“No seriously, it’s not a bad thing at all. We all have an inner slut and there’s nothing wrong with expressing that. I’ve had lots of threesomes before. I’m sure Isaac has too.”

I snorted. “No way. Isaac’s too vanilla, right Isaac?”

I turned to Isaac. He grinned guiltily. “Uh, actually.”

“See,” Stiles said, smirking.

My jaw dropped open. “How did I not know this about you?”

Isaac shrugged. “Never really came up. It’s honestly not a big deal.”

“Wow, I feel like such a prude right now. Who’d you even do it with?” I asked.

“Scott and Derek,” Isaac answered.

My jaw fell open again. “And you, Stiles?”

“Scott and Erica.”

“Wow, Scott really takes care of his pack huh?”

Stiles laughed. "He takes his true alpha status to heart. But anyway, you don’t have to do it. I’m just saying, it’s fun, and I personally am horny and down for whatever.”

“I…” Thinking about being with Stiles and Isaac at the same time made something flutter in my lower stomach. I glanced at Isaac, questioning him silently. He smiled and shrugged casually in an I’m-down-if-you’re-down kind of way.

I inhaled.

“Okay. I, yeah. I’m in."

Isaac grinned. “Well this is a surprising turn of events. Just to clarify,” Isaac gestured at the empty space between us, “we’re together right? Now that we’re both in love and all?”

“That is correct, yes,” I said matter-of-factly.

Isaac leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.

Stiles clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, congratulations to the happy couple. Just a reminder: I made this happen. You guys owe me.”

“Was your 3-way suggestion not your way of collecting?” I asked sarcastically.

Stiles shrugged. “Only if it goes really well.”

“Jesus,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So uh, how do we do this?” I wiped my palms on my bed sheet. Starting off sweaty. Less than ideal.

Stiles stood up and walked around my bed towards us. He unbuttoned his flannel with each step and discarded it on the floor. Okay, straight to the point.

“Don’t be so shy,” said Isaac sarcastically, but watched Stiles with anticipation.

Stiles grinned before cradling the back of my neck and leaning down to kiss me. “Oh right, acting shy to get girls is more your style,” Stiles replied, with no real malice in his tone. It almost sounded like they were flirting with each other.

Isaac rolled his eyes. He turned to me, caught me watching him. His expression changed, becoming softer. He leaned forward, his lips gently trailing down my neck. Stiles laid me flat on my bed. They both laid on either side of me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Isaac asked.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I want you. Both of you.”

part 2 is coming.

#daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan obrien imagine #stiles stilinski smut #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey #I COULDNT POST THE LAST PART WHERE THE 3WAY HAPPENS IM SORRY #ITS TOO S*XUAL????#i'll post it later after i make it less uhh *intense*

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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Idk if you do these kind of requests or not, but Amajiki, Tomura, Chisaki and Kacchan and their gf who’s on her period and she’s feeling low and just not herself???

a/n: i do hun! i did a similar period hc but this is different and i haven’t done these characters so here ya go love!

headcanon: them with a s/o who’s not feeling good on their period

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is a sweetheart. He is there for you and will hold you until you feel better.

He’s a little shy but he really cares about you, and when it comes to the people he cares and loves, this boy will go to the ends of the Earth for you.

Soft kisses on your cheek or forehead.

Holds you in his arms while you play with his hair or snuggle into his neck.

When you’re not feeling your best, Tamaki is there to reassure you. Granted he struggles too, he hates seeing you like this.

“Bunny, you’re amazing, please don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

His indigo eyes are full of love and meaning, and you can clearly tell that he wants to say more, but will leave it at that for now.

Knowing that Tamaki has his own struggles with things like that, it really means a lot to hear him say that to you.

Tamaki knows how to take care of you and will probably not leave your side unless you need him too, or want some space.

Sleeping with Tamaki is one of the purest forms of love honestly. He’s holding you close while still allowing you to move if you ever get uncomfortable. His fingers delicately trace shapes and words out on your skin as your snoring softly beside him.

It’s nothing weird or funny, he’s not trying to pull any stunts, it’s just the two of you, sleeping, or worn-out and resting.

It’s him loving you and making sure that you’re feeling okay.

It’s him reassuring you that you are precious and that bad days happen and there’s not much you can do but let them pass.

love this soft boy !!

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tomura shigaraki

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As much as I am a Shigaraki stan, I feel like this man’s first reaction would be disgust.

“What is coming from where?”

“It’s called menstruation-”

But on a real note, he probably never had a proper sex education class, and everything he learned about anatomy and stuff was either picked up from someone else, or learnt about from a game or movie.

Onto the headcanon stuff, overall I feel like once he comes to terms with what’s happening, he’s protective and caring.

Doesn’t like when the members of his league, let alone the people closet to him in both platonic and romantic ways, get hurt.

So seeing you in almost constant discomfort and pain is agonizing to watch.

By your side most of the time unless you want him to leave you alone, which is a struggle because he is persistent and bratty in the best ways.

‘I’m not leaving you-”

“Tomura, I just want some space.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

He takes your huff as a sign of agreement, but eventually it’s those same arms that you wanted gone, the arms you’d fallen asleep in.

Tomura probably acts like he’s the one on the period.

He’s ordering Dabi, Kurogiri, or anyone else who steps into view to get things for you so he can watch you 24/7.

Okay but as annoying loving as Tomura is, I could also see him getting frustrated with you.

“You clearly don’t feel good so just lay down and get some rest!”

“But I don’t want to!” You’re pacing around the room you share with Tomura while he stands by the door.

“Lay down.” Tomura orders.

“Make me.”

It’s a simple phrase that comes with varying consequences, this time, it’s being slung over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed, force down by him just laying on top of you like a human blanket.

“T-Tomura! That hurts!” You breathe out.

Eventually rolls off of you and just holds you close, getting some much needed rest.

Hates seeing you look down on yourself during this time because he truly loves you. He’s learned to love because of you.

“You’re the only idiot I tolerate in this shit hole. You’re fine the way you are.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Maybe he isn’t the best with words, but his actions, aka the hoards of hugs and kisses, are what show you he cares.

In the nicest way possible, he is the epitome of “alright babe i’m in the pad isle, what size pussy do u wear?” but he’S LEARNING

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katsuki bakugou

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Katsuki Bakugou is probably one of the most sensible guys to help you when you’re on your period.

He’s going to be there for you, bring you snacks if you need them, provide warmth and cuddles when it’s time to sleep or if you have cramps, but he also isn’t going to put up with you if you get grumpy.

He knows that that kind of stuff tends to happen, and he doesn’t want to make it worse by angering you more. He’s struggled with restraint, but when it comes to you, it’s both easy and challenging.

He wants to be there for you, but he knows you might need your space.

When he sees you talking down about yourself or feeling low, this man is going to beat the shit out of you verbally. He’s showing you love and affection by yelling at you. All kind words of course.

“You’re fucking beautiful! And you’re not worthless!”

“Suki, it’s one am-”

“But you’re mumbling about how you aren’t good enough and that’s bullshit.”

“Alright alright, I get it, I’ll stop.” You say softly, closing your eyes while trying to fall back asleep beside your loud boyfriend.

“Yeah you better or I’ll have to kiss you, dumbass.”

“Kissing me is a punishment?”

“You know what I meant!”

He’s flustered

Holds you close when you can’t get comfy.

Kisses you a fuckton oh my god.

Kisses you when you say bad things about yourself, kisses you to show he loves you, kisses you when you’re kinda grumpy, kisses you when you’re not mad, you get the idea.

He just wants to see you smile, and kissing you is one of those ways that makes you flustered and makes you smile that goofy smile that Bakugou fell in love with.

I mentioned this in another headcanon, but this man’s hands are period cramp relievers- place those bad boys over the pain and relax.

They’re warm, and big, and it’s also cozy and securing laying in his arms.

The best way to lay on Bakugou is to get up under his sweater and tuck yourself onto his chest, placing his hands over your sides and dozing off.

He’ll steal a few kisses, and probably take a cheesy selfie to set as his lockscreen later, but he’s not far behind you in the sleeping department.

Genuinely doesn’t see how you don’t see yourself like a goddess. But nonetheless, he will never stop complimenting you and reassuring you.

He loves you so much, and he’ll be damned if you see yourself as anything less than what you are, and that’s truly amazing.

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kai chisaki

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This man is smart, arrogant, and driven, but sometimes he can be a bit of an asshole.

Will obviously be at your side if you need anything, after all, you are his top priority.

This could go a few ways. If he’s comfortable with you, and overcoming his mysophobia, he’ll do everything he can and is comfortable with to make sure you’re okay.

If he’s still struggling with germs, he may not be physically affectionate, but he’ll do his best.

I feel like Chisaki probably shows his love through gifts, or at least to an extent he’ll try to show his love with presents.

But when he comes to terms with his feelings, he’s a man of words. He’ll say how he feels before he shows it. And it’s hard because actions do speak louder than words. And sometimes not being able to kiss or hug Chisaki is hard.

But his reassuring really hits different. Because Chisaki isn’t one for affection. He runs a gang, or a section of a larger gang. He didn’t have time for relationships before he met you, and he probably could’ve gone years before he ‘settled down’ if he hadn’t met you.

So hearing Chisaki tell you that he loves you and that you are not disgusting or pathetic, you know it means something.

You’re fully tended to when it comes to things like snacks, drinks, hygiene products, it’s all taken care for and Chisaki wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is here to take care of you unless he’s told otherwise. If it’s space you want, he’ll give it to you, but not before he knows you’re completely okay and that you won’t need anything while you want space.

If he’s comfortable with getting physical, his hugs are sweet. Just being held by him is a blessing. His kisses are even better. It’s always a private thing, he’s not just going to whip his mask off and kiss you in the middle of the hallway, despite how much he’d want too.

Chisaki works and he works hard. So it wouldn’t be rare if he only ever cared for you at night/during the morning. Of course he’ll spend time with you during lunch or if he’s got a break, but he can’t spend every minute of the day with you.

But I think not seeing him constantly is what makes spending time with him that much better.

You’ve got something to look forward too, as does he. He enjoys coming back from a long day, to take a nice shower and climb into bed with his favorite person and hold you until you both fall asleep.

Kisses you on your shoulder, neck and cheek the most. Hugs you from behind and cuddles you by wrapping his arm over your side, having your back pressed to him.

He genuinely hates seeing you talk down about yourself, but he’s not going to constantly remind you that you’re gorgeous and nothing is wrong with you.

It’s hard to love yourself, but he knows deep down that you’re special and you’ll realize it sooner or later.

Overall, Chisaki is a pretty sweet guy, but he’s resilient and reserved. He knows what he wants, and he’ll do anything in his power to make you feel better.

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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hc or ficlet of teddy proposing you amy again but this time jake decides enough is enough

(Read it on AO3)

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” Charles says in a deep, low voice.

“Are we not just having drinks?” Jake asks as he hands Rosa her beer and Charles his fruity rosé-tinted cocktail with a berry garnish.

“No! There are far more pressing matters at hand!”

Jake and Rosa clink their bottles together before the first sip, waiting for Charles to continue on his dramatic tangent, as he needs to do sometimes.

“Amy is going to a seminar in Staten Island next week.” He gives them both a deep stare.

“You might be surprised, bud, but I do know that.”

“Teddy is also going to that seminar.”

Jake stops mid-drink.

“I did not know that.”

“Neither does Amy.” Rosa cuts in. “Or she definitely woulda mentioned it.”

“He’s actually attended this seminar twice before, so I deduced that he’s not going for the learning material this time.” Charles leans back almost triumphantly.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.” Jake is trying to keep busy peeling the label off of his bottle, but Rosa can tell he’s clearly failing. There’s a furrow in his brow she’s rarely ever seen before.

“We have to stop him! He’s going to propose again, or do something romantic, or make a call-back to the seminar where they met, and Amy’s gonna get all confused-”

“My wife of four years and mother of my son is going to get confused by an unstable ex?” Jake’s voice is - bitter, Rosa thinks, is the best way to describe it, and she doesn’t think she’s ever heard that tone from him. Neither has Charles, it seems, because he backpedals immediately.

“Well, no, but- I mean- Amy is going to be upset- she’s been looking forward to that seminar and Teddy is going to ruin it!” He sputters, and Rosa can’t help but nod.

“And what do you suggest we do about that? We can’t keep Teddy from attending a work-thing, and I’m not going to stop Amy from going.”

“We can- we could kidnap Teddy just for the week, and then-”

“Kidnap a police officer.” Rosa interrupts again. “Because that’s gonna go over so well with the authorities.”

“Well then Jake can go to the seminar as well, and punch him out if he tries anything-”

“Yeah, because Holt’s totally not gonna be suspicious when Jake asks to go to a seminar that doesn’t involve some action training.” Rosa quips.

“I’m also not that big a fan of the idea of punching a man for, like, talking to my wife.” Jake grumbles, the label of his beer now completely gone, and only half-sounds convincing.

“It would be for love!” “It would be fucking creepy, is what it would be. Like I’m laying claim to some property or something in the most machismo-asshole way possible.”

“Yeah.” Rosa nods. “Amy’s a grown woman, she can tell him to fuck off herself, and she’s done it before. She doesn’t need us to bring chaos to her ‘fun’ little seminar.” She does sarcastic finger quotes around ‘fun’, but she also does know how much Amy is looking forward to this boring thing again - it’s her first time away from Mac on her own, and she’s planned her own trip just as meticulously as she’s planned for Jake’s stay with the kid, as if he has never taken care of his own child before, and kept her up to date on all of it in case she needs to jump in and help in any situation (which she won’t, but she might go over for a playdate anyway, just to see her godson).

Charles grumbles a bit more, something about ‘true love’ and ‘knights in shining armour’, but he drops the subject before their first round is finished and they can actually spend a nice evening together.

-*-

Rosa hands Jake a beer in return, once Charles has called it quits for the night because he has to go say goodnight to Nikolaj (Jake facetimed Amy and Mac instead and promised he’d be home soon, to which Amy rolled her eyes and said ‘Sure, babe. Tell Rosa to keep you out longer for some fun, please.’ the same way he had when Rosa had picked her up for a girls night two weeks ago).

“You okay?” She asks as she watches him peel the edge of the label almost immediately.

“Charles has really gotten into my head. I hate it when that happens.” He sighs as he lets go of the paper and drinks instead.

“Again: Amy’s a grown woman.”

“I know.” He’s fiddling with the label again after just one sip. “It’s just that all this Teddy-shit really does upset her. I mean, not in the ‘confused’ way like Charles said, which is bullshit.” The furrow is back for a second, Rosa notes. “But like… she just mulls it over in her head so much and it makes her feel like shit even if she won’t say it. I think the stunts he pulled at our wedding bothered her more than the whole thing actually being cancelled.”

Rosa nods as she takes her own first sip. She remembers Amy’s face when she realised Teddy was also at that stroller-contest thing she dragged her to. She remembers her face when they finally drove back to the precinct together too. She knows her friend, and if there’s anyone who knows her even better, it’s obviously Jake.

“So we gotta prevent that somehow.” She tries to continue the conversation without delving into Charles-level shenanigan-planning.

“”I just don’t want Amy’s first time off from Mac to suck because of some inconsiderate asshole. But I can’t exactly go along with her like Charles suggested, I have a kid to take care of, and also that idea is kinda insane.”

“Guess I gotta make sure it doesn’t suck, then.” Rosa finishes her beer and tries to ignore Jake’s gobsmacked stare at her. She doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point, apparently, she’s become willing to attend a boring seminar for Santiago.

-*-

Howzit goin

learn to write like an adult Peralta

also your wife will not stop talking about your kid

you love him

I do

but I don’t need updates on his bathing habits

no Teddy sightings yet but we’re also way too early because Amy. Keep you posted

Jake smiles at the text chain on his phone and makes a mental note to send her a picture of Mac in the tub later tonight, just to annoy her a bit more. Amy had handed the baby over to him at the precinct like she was going on a year-long world-cruise instead of just a five day overnight stay in another part of their own city, and Rosa had been standing behind her with her travel bag, rolling her eyes.

It had taken surprisingly little to convince both Amy and Holt that Rosa was actually interested enough in the seminar to join it at the last minute, and Amy had immediately included her in her itinerary, as well as offered to drive with her so she didn’t have to carry all her luggage on her motorcycle. Jake was going to owe her so, so many favours after all this.

The Mac-inna-tub picture only gets a grumbling emoji response, but she texts him again at around 9, when Mac is already fast asleep and he’s finally turned on Die Hard at the lowest possible volume to not wake him up again.

Teddy showed up

tried to say Hi (or worse) to Amy but I stared him away

going out for first day drinks with the group. I’ll keep him away. Maybe slip something into his drink.

why do I not question you having something to slip into drinks?

I can do more than just knives

don’t stay up all night watching all Die Hards. You gotta take Mac to daycare early tomorrow

Amy told me to tell you that

sure

and it’s only Die Hard 1 tonight

gonna spread them out over all the evenings

got one night left if you skip 4

The Holiday is on Netflix

you’re a good one Peralta

There’s no more updates until 11am the next morning, long after Mac has gone to daycare right on time, as he’s informed Amy via text to calm her down, and he was at the precinct only 15 minutes late this time.

Teddy pulled out the big guns

he had an actual ring this time. Looked expensive

There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, and he wonders what he should answer before his phone pings again.

I broke the ring

and the box

also his hand (‘accident’ - have to say that for liability)

anyway he’s out of the seminar now I guess because he can’t write anymore

so no need to worry

Jake tries to suppress his grin by biting his lip as he texts her back, Charles already getting a bit suspicious over him smiling at his phone constantly two desks over. He can probably explain it away by claiming he’s been messaging Amy, instead.

You’re my goddamn queen, Diaz

Amy is

but I definitely own your ass now too since I have to spend 4 more days in this shit place for you

There’s very few updates the rest of the week (apart from several pics of Amy either working, drinking, or lying hungover in bed in their shared hotel room - Rosa has resolved to make the whole boring thing a whole lot less boring, it seems) even as he keeps texting both ladies with Mac-updates and Mac-pictures.

Amy is all smiles and definitely not upset when they get back to the precinct and he’s already there to pick her up and hand the baby to his excited mama, and even Rosa spares a smile for the two Peralta-boys after the week she’s had.

He sidles up to her as Amy coos over her little boy giving her a hug and hello kisses.

“I really do owe you one, Rosa. Thanks.” “Dude, you owe me several.” She growls. “At least I won’t have to do that ever again. I’d say Teddy’s out of the picture now.”

“Because of one broken hand?”

“Yeah, I visited him in the hospital when he was getting his cast on. To ‘apologise’ for the injury.” Rosa grins, and even her sarcastic finger quotes seem intimidating. “Not even he’s that stupid to try and come back.”

Jake raises his fist, and Rosa reluctantly bumps it before both turn their attention back to Amy, who’s already chatting about weekend plans and offering Rosa a ride home. She takes the offer, if only to play peek-a-bo with Mac in the backseat.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #ficlet #my writing #academy dholes

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skycollides · 3 years

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Not what it seems - Part 2

Angel x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: swearing, heartbreak, violence

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Next day

You barely got any sleep last night. You literally spent last night with crying and finding way to get Angel to sit down with you and listen to you but it seems impossible. You never felt so helpless before in your entire life.

You’re still in your shared bedroom when you hear noises. Noises that are coming towards the bedroom and you know it’s Angel. You start to panic not knowing how he will react when he sees.

The door opens and there he is right in front of you. From what you can see he must have had a shitty night just like you did. His eyes are swollen and his hair is messy.

Angel freezes as soon as he sees you in the bedroom.

’’I thought I was clear last night Y/n. Get the fuck out of here. I’m done! We are done! Do you want me to spell it out for you?’’

’’Wanna know what I want Angel? For you to listen to me. For you to sit down with me and listen. Just the way listened to the person who plated this idea in your head. That’s what I want. If you still want me gone after I said what I want to say I’ll pack my stuff and leave and never contact you again. If that’s what you want.’’ you say calmly hoping he will agree to what you’ve just said.

’’So start talking. The sooner you finish the sooner you’re out of here.’’ he says not looking at you.

’’Our relationship - what we have is not based on a bet Angel. Is based on two people loving each other. I never played you or fooled you. I dint know where you got that idea from but it’s not true baby you have to believe me. I love you Angel more than anything.

You know how Jessie has a thing for Gilly? That’s how we ended up at the clubhouse for the first time. I didn’t want to be there you know how shy I am and that I’m not a fan of large crowds but I chose to be there with her for moral support.

They hit it off and we spent our girls nights out with you at the clubhouse instead of going to the bar downtown. That’s when I saw you Angel. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You pretty much put a spell on me babe. The girls saw me struggle you know. It kinda hurt see al those girls all over you knowing that it never will be me. I mean I’m probably the shiest girl you’ll ever meet. I’m surprised I actually have friends to be honest. Anyway the girls tried to get me to go over to you and talk to you every time we went there but I was scared. Scared to talk to someone as handsome as you. I mean look at you, look at me and look at those women that were all over you.

I’m not as skinny or as beautiful as Vickys girls so I refused to go and talk to you. I was trying to save me from the rejection and the embarrassment. So the girls and I had this competition

whoever empties the beer first gets to decide what the loser has to do. Jessie won and dared me to go over to you and talk to you because I was too much of a coward to do it myself. Everything what we build on from there was real do you hear me Angel? What we have IS real. I simply needed a little push to get out of my comfort zone. There was never a bet. I love you Angel - more than anything. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I never felt like this with anyone before. Thank you for listening to me Angel. If you still want me to leave I’ll start packing now.’’ you end your monolog not daring to look at Angel. You’re too scared that he doesn’t believe you.

’’Y/n is - is that true’’ he asks calmly and you just nod still staring at the floor.

’’Look at me mi dulce - please sweetheart let me see those Y/e/c eyes.’’

You look up and see a pained expression on his face.

’’I’m sorry Y/n for treating you the way I did. I should have talked to you first before making up my mind. I promise you it will never happen again babygirl. I swear on moms gave. Come here’’

he says and holds his arms out for you. You get up from the bed and walk towards him gladly accepting his hug returning it gladly. You breath in his scent and start to relax. You didn’t think you were able to do it ever again. Angel kisses your head several times while rubbing your back.

’’I’m sorry baby. I feel the same way about you. With you I see it all. House, kids a wedding. You’re my end game Y/n. I’ll make you the next Mrs. Reyes. Not now but in the future If you want that.’’ he says and you’re surprised.

Angel doesn’t talk about his feelings often but it’s so good to hear it. Good to hear he feels the same because you see it too with him.

’’I’m glad to hear that. You’re my end game Mr. Reyes. Y/n Reyes sounds good doesn’t it? Apology accepted and now stop apologizing please Angel. But I would like to now who plated that idea in you head.’’ you let go of him and take a step back so you could look at hime properly.

’’Don’t hit me for my dumbness but it was Maria’’ he says scratching his neck.

’’Wait a minute. Maria as in Vickys Maria that Maria?’’ you ask not believing this.

’’Yes why?’’

’’Sorry for my language but what a bitch. She was there that day. She knows what went down that day. You talk about actresses that was probably quite the act Angel. What a back stabber. She acts all nice with me and pulls a stunt like this. I swear she messed with the wrong girl.’’

’’Easy there little tiger.’’ Angel laughs.

’’Keep laughing Reyes keep laughing’’ you say and playfully slap him.

Later that night

It’s your weekly girls night and after talking to Vicky earlier today you know that Maria will be there too. Looks like today is your luck day.

You’re later than usual to make your great entrance. You came up with a plan and informed Angel and he agreed immediately.

Now you’re standing in front of the clubhouse and take one last deep breath.

’’Let the games begin’’ you say to yourself and walk in.

You see your girls at one table and your man along with Gilly, Coco and Ez on the other side of the clubhouse. And there she was - Maria was there eyeing Angel sitting on his lap. She’s right where you want her to be. You make your way over there everyone is clueless about what happened between you and Angel this morning their last update was last night which will make it more fun.

You approach Maria from behind grab her by her hair and pull her out of his lap. She screams in pain.

’’What is your problem Y/n’’ she says shocked. The others look at you shocked as well since everyone knows you as the shy introvert girl.

’’What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you Maria is the better question. You spread lies about me trying to mess with my relationship and dare to ask me what is wrong with me. You better get the fuck out of here and stay away from my man before I’ll make you bitch.’’ you are yelling by now. She looks at you with wide eyes realizing that she most likely messed with the wrong woman. Maria gets up from the floor and moves towards the door.

’’Oh and Maria’’ Vicky is now speaking up.

’’Don’t come back. There is no place for devious women like you.’’ she says with a firm voice.

’’But Vicky’’

’’No buts I don’t want to around my place anymore.’’

Maria leaves and and Jessie comes over to you with a beer handing it to you before sitting down on Gilly’s lap.

’’Y/n that was quit the show. I don’t know what this actually was about but damn girl that was awesome.’’

’’Thanks Jess’’ you say before sitting down on Angels lap and he wraps his arms around you right away.

’’That was better than I imagined my little fire cracker. Remind me not to mess with you mi dulce.’’ he says and kisses you.

’’Hello explanation please!’’ Ez now says.

So you start to fill them in on what happened this morning.

You spend the rest of the evening together at the clubhouse with Angel right where you belong.

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marvelbbyx · 3 years

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Hell Hath no...Envy? (Envy Adams x Fem! Reader)

Request: @anon “hi love!!! wanted to please request a envy x reader? following the league on the other one where nobody knows you’re together and she’s your softie BUT.... she’s also possessive??? some other band lead manager or singer trying to flirt with you all night and she’s DONE WITH IT? mine??? (of course smut if you’re comfortable only!!!)”

Author’s Note: Part two to Your Sweet and Sour Girl!!

Warnings! SMUT!! Lucky Y/N...😭

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The night was long and arduous, but everything eventually went as planned and the concert was a raging success. Not that it came as a surprise to you of course, and in your opinion, you felt that it was the best one so far. So did Envy, because the second that the concert ended she took you to the tour bus to do some ‘warm-up vocals’ on her 10,000 thread count satin sheets. And the “I love yous” that were exchanged earlier only fueled the fire.

You were on the road to a gig in San Francisco, and you had a meeting first thing in the morning with another band manager for a tour plan—but at the moment—you were more focused on the way Envy’s lips tasted. You were on top of her, clothes forlorn and scattered haphazardly around her room; because neither of you couldn’t wait any longer and needed to have each other at that moment. Breathless moans escaped between kisses while your hands traveled each other’s bodies, exploring and memorizing every inch of each other. You freeze mid-kiss when you hear Todd call out for you,

“Y/N! You got a phone call!” You heard him bang on your door.

“Shit!” You hiss pulling yourself off of Envy, the both of you scrambling out of bed and rushing to put your clothes on.

“These people have a Spidey sense whenever we’re alone,” Envy murmured sourly as she pulls up her pants. “It’s starting to get annoying.”

“I know, we can never get any time to ourselves.” You say sliding on your leggings and then your bra. You hear Todd call you again, banging on your door like he was a police officer. “Fuck, where’s my shirt?”

“I think it’s under the bed,” Envy whispers. “It’s okay I’ll give you one.”

“Don’t you think he’ll know?”

“No, he can barely remember his cues let alone what you and I wear.”

It was true, the last time you got interrupted you slipped on Envy’s signature white jacket, practically parading around in it as you were talking to him. To which he never noticed.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t act like a spoiled brat things would be different!” You shouted at her mouthing after for her play along.

“I can act however I want! You’re the one that has to do whatever I say!” She shouts, quickly catching on to your plan.

“I don’t have to do shit you say!” You retort.

“Then why are you still here? Last time I checked you can leave whenever you want!” Envy hands you a Clash at Demonhead t-shirt, you go to pull it over your head but a part of the shirt gets snagged on your bra.

“Babe—I’m stuck. Oh god,” You croaked in a panicked whisper, your arms caught in an awkward position above your head. “If you don’t want me here so bad, then fire me!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, relax.” She moves behind you and tries to pull the shirt down from your bra only to get it tangled even more. “Damn, this thing’s on there really good -ahem- I mean...I would, but then you’d probably never find a better job!”

“Wow! Not like I haven’t heard that empty threat before!” Envy manages to get the shirt free, you pull it down; smoothing out any wrinkles before you would speak with Todd. “I love you.” You whisper only for her to hear.

“I love you too,” She plants a small kiss on your nose before moving to your lips.

Your fingers found the door handle, angrily storming out the room and meeting the white-haired band mate outside of your room, he was holding the landline in one hand while his eyes scanned you up and down curiously. “Were you wearing that shirt before?”

“Yes,” You answered quickly, snatching the phone from him. “I changed after the concert.”

“Ookay, it was just a question, Y/N.” Todd raised his hands in surrender before heading off to his room.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, then answer the phone in your best professional voice. “Hello, this is Y/N L/N, manager of The Clash at Demonhead, may I ask who’s calling?”

“Hello, Miss L/N, this is Caroline Briggs band manager for Heroines Of Hiking.”

“Ah yes, H-O-H, I’m a big fan.” You giggle.

“Yes, about our meeting tomorrow morning, was there a specific time that you wanted to meet?”

“No, I’m pretty flexible and comfortable with whatever time you wanted to meet.”

“Oh good, and also if it wasn’t too much trouble, do you think that Envy would be opposed to meeting Amber?”

“Umm...”

The answer would be yes. The answer would ALWAYS be yes. Amber was the lead singer to Heroines Of Hiking and she had the same temperament as Envy when she didn’t get her way. Maybe even worse. But like The Clash at Demonhead, Heroines of Hiking was a top-grossing band and this tour was very important to both music lovers and the bands. A highly talked about conversation over the past year.

You weren’t worried about the income from the tour, you could care less about that. But what did concern was whether or not your lover would get along with the other HBIC from a different band.

“I know how you feel,” Caroline spoke up before you could finish. “I feel the same way, I kinda didn’t want this tour to happen myself.”

“I’m just worried about the fire and gasoline situation.” You admit with a breath. “I’m not sure how it’ll affect the tour.”

“If stuff gets too out of hand then we can cancel it?” She suggests.

“I wouldn’t want that though, and I’m sure Nat—I mean—Envy wouldn’t either.” You say.

“No, of course not.”

“But what I do think is that we should keep them apart as much as possible so that there isn’t a chance for problems to start.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Caroline acknowledged.

“Great, is there anything else that you wanted to discuss?”

“No, no, I think we’ve settled it.” You can hear the smile in her voice.

You smiled back. “Alright, then I’ll see you tomorrow at...”

“9:30.”

“Perfect, see you then.”

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The Next Morning [9:31 a.m.]

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“I hope you know what a terrible idea this is.” Your girlfriend huffed.

You were in an elevator leading up to Caroline’s office for the meeting, Envy had been griping the entire way. More now than ever. As if the second that the bus touched Californian soil, she grew tense and agitated like an animal before a storm.

“Sweetheart,” You tried to soothe her nerves by placing a hand on her cheek. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one performing with a stuck up bitch.” Envy bit harshly.

You laugh toying with a lock of her hair, “Hearing you say that is so weird.”

“And you’re not making it any easier for me...especially when you’re wearing that outfit.” She says, her eyes raking along the curves of your body. Her hands gingerly finding their way to your waist.

You wore a white collared blouse, accompanied by a skin-tight black pencil skirt and a matching blazer, the final touches were your black suede Louboutin heels and gold hooped earrings. You looked good, making you feel good too. Envy certainly seemed to think so—seeing as she couldn’t keep her hands off of you.

“Behave, Nat,” You tell her.

“But, Y/N,” She whines.

“If you act right during the meeting, I’ll give you a reward afterward.” Your voice was subtly sensual and smooth, a velvety whisper which got Envy’s attention fast. “And we can do it in this building, where we can be alone.”

Your lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath, slowly gaining momentum and passion but ceased when the elevator dinged to a stop. You pull away quickly once the doors slid open, Envy whining at the loss of your touch. Caroline waited for you on the other side of the metal doors as well as Amber, who looked like she never wanted to be here.

You felt like a mother bringing her child to a play date and expected said child to act appropriately so that you wouldn’t embarrassed. But the thing with Envy was that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or stand down for anyone WHATSOEVER.

Caroline walks up to you with a grin, holding out her hand for you to take. “Hello! And good morning, Miss L/N and Miss Adams, I hope the drive wasn’t too terrible.”

“Oh, no not all,” You smile. “Trust me, after being in a tour bus for a while, no drive is that bad. Then again, I’m not the one driving.”

Caroline breathes out a laugh. “Well, I can’t argue with that, and how are you, Miss Adams?”

Envy forces a smile. “I’m great, thank you for asking.”

Amber stood by not saying a word, instead, she smiled, but not at Envy...but at you and not just a regular smile either. Of course, you were too caught up with Caroline to notice the girl staring at you like you were the last meal she’d ever receive. Even though you didn’t notice, your girlfriend did and it made her see red—or was it green?

You extend a hand out to Amber with a smile, “I’m a big fan of your work,” You began. “Not as much as Demonhead, but around there.”

She takes your hand. “Oh, I’m not worried, but I have a feeling you’ll be a Heroine fan after the tour.”

“We’ll see,” You chuckle. As you tried to let go of her hand, Amber kept a firm hold of it.

“You have soft hands.” She says, her thumb caressing the top of your hand.

“Thank you.” You say meekly.

A pang of jealousy struck Envy’s chest like an arrow to the heart, followed by a firm hand clapping on top of your shoulder, pulling you away from Amber. In turn, made her angry as well.

“Umm, follow me...my office is right this way.”

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Throughout the duration of the meeting, Envy’s hand was placed protectively on your thigh the entire time. She didn’t even hear a word you or Caroline had exchanged, all she was worried about was someone moving in on her territory. And you weren’t just up for grabs either, that whole stunt with the ‘soft hands’ made her go feral. Holding/touching you as you made your way to Caroline’s office and after the meeting, you were good on your word. Giving her her reward for holding her tongue.

Although the same couldn’t be said for you, Envy couldn’t wait any longer and pulled you into the nearest office, making you scream as she brought you nirvana over and over and over again. Oh, how your legs quaked afterward...

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It was the first night of the tour, and Heroines Of Hiking was the first to go on stage. You were backstage helping out the band, you couldn’t afford anything to go wrong tonight. No wardrobe malfunctions, no faulty stage lights, no sound booth problems, absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Envy couldn’t say the same.

All day long, she would hear: “Y/N, you wanna share a pack of skittles?” or “Y/N, come watch me sing!” or “Y/N, what do you think about this outfit?” And she was livid. Fortunately, you wouldn’t give Amber the time of day, claiming that you would be busy or had something else to take care of. But the more you said no the more driven Amber was. And what really drove her crazy, was when you had to be around Amber.

If Caroline was busy or had to take care of business elsewhere you had to step in and take care of things on the Heroine side, one of them was helping Amber squeeze into a lace corset. Your hands were meant for Envy and her alone, everything about you was meant for her.

“She’s been bothering you all day.” Envy says through clenched teeth. “Doesn’t it get annoying?”

“It does, but I don’t pay any mind to her.” You reply as you finish sewing a button on Envy’s dress.

“I would hope not.” She grumbles.

You set down your sewing kit, draping your arms around Envy’s shoulders. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about, you’re the one I love.”

She wraps her arms around your waist. “Sweetie, I know, it’s just she’s being annoying with you.”

“Super annoying,” You laugh. “But come to my room after the gig, I’ll show you how much you really mean to me.”

Envy breathes deeply, her eyes fixated on yours, the hazel orbs darkened with every heaving breath that she took. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with excitement as she pulled you in closer, “Show me now then.”

Your eyes widen. “You have to go on soon.”

“I don’t care.” She says breathlessly.

“Nat—“ She silenced you by grabbing your hand and shoving you into Todd’s dressing room. Thankfully he wasn’t there otherwise he would’ve been in for one hell of a show.

Envy’s soft lips pressed aggressively against yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs as she kissed you with every ounce of passion that she had. Running her hands down your body, not like how you would normally make love but better. Hungrier.

“Nat—“ You mumbled against her lips. “Nat, wait—“

She pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath. “Envy. You know that.”

“E-Envy,” You stammer.

“Better.” She says lowly before moving her lips down your neck. She stops at the base of your neck placing a soft kiss to your soft skin. Envy looks up at you through her lashes giving you a smirk, “You’re so pretty, baby.” She cooed. “It’s no surprise that people would want to be around you, but Amber...she needs to know not to touch things that belong to someone else. But she doesn’t know that you’re mine. So we have to fix that, Y/N.”

“Envy, wha-what are you—aahh!” You cried out as you felt her teeth sink into the base of your neck. Latching onto the skin violently.

You squirmed and writhed underneath her, whines of pain and pleasure erupting past your lips. A familiar warmth boiled in the lower pit of your stomach, that same warmth pooling between your thighs. God, this was so hot, especially with it being in Todd’s room. Her teeth detach from your neck with a loud pop, leaving behind a perfectly bruised bite mark.

“Beautiful,” Envy husks. “Now she’ll have to leave you alone.”

“Fuck me,” You breathe. “Fuck me right now.”

“I haven’t even gotten to the foreplay, baby. You want me that bad?” Envy rasps.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, Envy.”

With that, she pushes you back onto Todd’s bed, your pants barely made it past your hips before two of her fingers delve into your soaked pussy. You throw your head back with a loud moan, gripping the back of Envy’s shoulders as she thrusts them deeper. The pad of her thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. You ground your hips into her touch, releasing throaty moans from deep within.

“You’re so wet, honey.” Envy grunts. “Feel so fucking good on my fingers.”

You moaned lewdly at the huskiness of her voice. She grabs onto your waist while her fingers slam into you, in a brutal and punishing pace, your ears were filled with wet, squelching sounds of her quickly moving in and out of you.

“Mmh—fuck!” You whined, feeling your walls contract against her fingers.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, Y/N? Go ahead and let go, baby. I wanna smell you while I’m on stage.” She pants.

“Fuh—I’m cumming!” Your walls clenched and fluttered as she continued her pace, eventually leading you straight into your orgasm. You went to close your eyes but Envy gripped your face to look her in the eyes.

“Look at me when you cum, and only me.” She demands.

Your entire body twitched as you released into her hand, your breath sparse and labored as you came down from your high. Envy withdrew her hand, shoving them into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, the sweet yet salty taste of you flooding your senses.

Envy looks down at you, a sweet smile gracing her lips, she cups your cheek gently before leaning down to peck a kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“Good,” She stands up from the bed. “Oh, and this is far from over. Stay right there, because that was just the beginning.”

Envy walks out of the room only to meet with Amber who had just finished her show.

“You’ve seen, Y/N?” She asks.

“Mm-hm, we just finished up some warm up vocals. Oh man, you should’ve heard her really reach those high notes. She was just screaming.” Envy smirks, making Amber’s eyes grow large. “Well, I have to go get ready, thanks for warming up the crowd for me.”

Not even a second after, you walked out. Your fresh love mark on full display.

Fuck.

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years

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he cheated on you

⇒ jaebeom

“Y/N, stop can we please talk about this?”

“I have nothing to say to you.” You continued packing your stuff up in the suitcase, preparing to leave.

You’d confronted Jaebeom about his affair with one of the staff on tour with him and his refusal to deny its existence was enough to let you know that it was true. Your blood boiled as you watched him shift uncomfortably at the confrontation. You just needed to leave.

“You have to understand, on tour... it gets rough. You’re in a foreign place with just your members and staff. Every night I was in different city and I just missed you so much.” Jaebeom said, his head hanging low. “I knew it was a mistake and I never should’ve let it happen.”

Continuing to pack, you spoke as tears threatened to spill out, “You’re right. You shouldn’t have. If you were going to accidentally slip your dick into somebody else, you should’ve broken up with me so that I wouldn’t waste the last six months of my life waiting for you like an idiot!”

“Baby, please. I’m begging you. Don’t go, I know I fucked up, but I-I don’t exist without you.” Jaebeom sunk to his knees, his head bowing down.

You had never seen Jaebeom like this, so distraught, so desperate. It almost broke your heart, but the minute he decided to betray you like this all bets were off. How could you be with someone you couldn’t trust?

Zipping you your suitcase you rolled it towards the door, “Well you really should’ve thought of that before you cheated on me.”

⇒ mark

You giggled as you walked the hallways of the JYP building, making your way to the GOT7 practice room. Dialing Mark’s number, you held the phone to your ear as you waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?” Mark answered.

“Hi babe, I just wanted to ask what time you’d be home. I’m making dinner tonight for your birthday!”

“Oh um, tonight we’re actually working late on the new comeback. Can we do dinner tomorrow?”

“But Mark, your birthday is today!” You frowned.

“It’s okay, really, as long as I celebrate with you I don’t care when we do the dinner.” Mark replied with ease. “Don’t wait up for me.”

He ended the phone call before you could say anything else. That was strange, he always ended his calls with I love you. Shrugging away your doubts you held the balloons and cupcake box in your hand getting ready for his surprise.

Before you could enter the practice room you heard two voices, Mark’s and another girl’s.

“Was that her?” The girl asked, unimpressed. “She’s so clingy.”

“Yeah, it’s fine though I got her off my back for the night so we can go out.” Mark replied nonchalantly, “so baby, where should we go tonight? I am the birthday boy.”

The girl giggled and you heard them kiss. Horrified, you dropped the box and balloons and bolted down the hallway. He was cheating on you!?

— later that day —

Mark pulled out his keys, slowly opening the door. After his night out, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. As he walked around in the house, it seemed like you’d changed things around, he made a mental note to ask you about what you did. Turning on the bedroom light, he was surprised to find the bed neatly made with a note on your bedside table.

Happy Birthday Mark, this year I figured I should actually grant you your wish. Your freedom. This afternoon I went to drop off a birthday gift, but from what I overheard I realized that our relationship wasn’t what you truly wanted. At least now we can both move on with our lives and be with who we actually want to be with. Don’t bother trying to call me, I’ve changed my number. I hope now you can finally be happy, Y/N

Mark rushed to the your dresser to find all your stuff gone. He tried the bathroom and found all of his stuff as he left it, but yours had vanished. Running to the living room he turned on the lights to realize you hadn’t redecorated the apartment, you’d erased yourself from it.

Sinking to the ground he felt like a hole had been punched through his chest. What had he done?

⇒ jackson

“How could you do this to me?” You asked heartbroken. “Why did you do this to me?”

Jackson wanted to race over and scoop you up in his arms and assure you it wasn’t your fault, it was his for being so stupid. But he couldn’t. He knew that he had to give you your space.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He said quietly. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“It means something to me!” You cried. “Of all the women in the world you just had to sleep with my best friend?!”

“You were gone, and I felt so useless after my last album tanked.” Jackson admitted. “I just wanted to feel good about myself.”

“Fuck you.” You spat out bitterly. “This wasn’t about you, it was about me. You just couldn’t live with the fact that you failed, and you had to drag me down with you. You slept with her just so you could hurt me. Well guess what? Mission accomplished. I want nothing to do with you”

And finally Jackson had stepped back to see the damage he had done. He’d absolutely wrecked the woman he claimed to love, and the effects were irreversible.

“Get out! Get out now!” You screamed at him.

⇒ jinyoung

You sat numb at the foot of your bed as Jinyoung frantically tried to explain the situation. You hadn’t meant to look at his phone, but when he was in the shower he’d gotten a text.

Thinking nothing of it you unlocked his phone to find an unknown number messaging him a picture with the caption, ‘I can’t wait to repeat what happened last week xoxo’. The picture was a selfie of some girl in her lingerie. When Jinyoung heard the thump of his phone hit the floor, he quickly ran out of the shower alarmed at what had happened. When you looked at him he knew, you’d caught him.

“Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like.” He said calmly approaching you.

“It looks like you’ve been having fun.” You replied staring at the wall ahead of you as if it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.

He knelt down in front of you, slowly attempting to take your hand in his.

You jerked your hand back as if he’d burnt you. “Don’t.” You said as you gritted your teeth. “Don’t touch me.”

“Swee–Y/N, please, she’s just some fan who got my number.” His voice sounded desperate.

“You’re lying.” You looked at him, he looked taken aback when he saw that the warmth in your eyes were long gone. “Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, okay. We slept together once, and I swear I was going to end it but she was just so relentless–“

“Don’t Jinyoung.” You held up your hand, having heard enough of this bullshit you stopped him. “Stop trying to act like a victim. You’re a grown man. You wanted to have an affair and you did.”

You wiped the tear rolling down your face that you didn’t realize was there. “I’m done with you. I’m leaving now, but I’ll come get my things eventually.”

“Y/N please! Stop.” He stood up to go after you.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” You kept walking towards the front door. “Have a nice life. We’re done.”

⇒ youngjae

“What the hell is this?” You show Youngjae the article of him.

The headline reads, JYP Entertainment... Company or Matchmaking Service? GOT7’s Youngjae and TWICE’s Mina spotted holding hands.

“Y/N, you’re being so crazy.” Youngjae scoffed. “You know that this is from last week, it’s just a publicity stunt to promote our comeback.”

“Have you seen these photos Youngjae? Your holding hands, your hand is on her thigh in this one.” You remarked, “It doesn’t seem like a publicity stunt to me.”

“I can’t even talk to you right now, you’re so controlling.” He said bitterly. Walking away, he closed the bedroom door.

Was he right? Were you being crazy?

— two weeks later —

After finishing your morning targets, you were excited to head home early. Relax with the TV, maybe cook some dinner, the possiblities seem infinite.

As you entered your home you could hear moans.

“Oh yes!” A girl cries out.

What the fuck...

You can hear the creeking of the bed through the wall. You walk slowly to your bedroom to see the scene unfolding.

Youngjae and Mina screwing in your bed.

“I fucking knew it.” You said.

“Y/N oh my god!” Youngjae yelled. He struggled to get out of bed and chase after you. Putting on his sweats he caught up to you.

“You called me crazy and controlling!” You cried out. “You’re so fucking sick.”

Youngjae grabbed your arm, “Y/N, please darling.”

“Don’t call me that! Just don’t call me at all.” You yanked your arm out of his grip and continued walking out. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I knew you were cheating on me.”

⇒ bambam

It was supposed to be a fun night out. But here you were on a Saturday night, back at your house with Bambam. As you helped Bambam with the black eye Yugyeom had gifted him, the knot in your stomach grew.

You were at the club with Bambam, Yugyeom and his friend from SM Entertainment, enjoying the music and some drinks. Yugyeom couldn’t stop glaring at Bambam, his eyes fixed on him the entire night.

“Are you and Yugyeom okay?” You leaned into Bambam’s ear.

“Yeah, we’re fine. We just had a rough week.” He brushed it off, “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes please,” you nodded “you pick.”

As soon as he stood up, Yugyeom followed. “Are you getting a drink? I’ll go with you.”

You watched as the two friends walked to the bar, leaning against the counter. You watched as they conversed, the exchange seemingly getting more tense.

You turned to Yugyeom’s friend “I’m gonna go check on them.”

As you headed up to the bar, you caught the tailend of their conversation.

“I’m fucking tired of this shit Bam, if you don’t tell her, I will.” Yugyeom threatened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bambam brushed him off.

That set Yugyeom off, he turned to Bambam and swung at his right eye.

“Oh my god! Yugyeom, what the hell!” You yelled.

Yugyeom watched as Bambam stumbled back from the impact of the punch. “This night was a bad idea. I’m leaving.”

You watched as he headed to his friend and they took off from the club.

You turned to Bambam, “Let’s go home.”

That was how you ended up tending to the big bruise on his face. No doubt JYP was going to have questions about that on Monday. Still, your mind couldn’t help but drift to what Yugyeom said, if you don’t tell her, I will.

As you finished helping Bambam, you watched him retreat to your room.

“Bam...” you started, “what was Yugyeom talking about?”

“Huh? What are you saying?” He turned around, confused.

“At the club, he said if you don’t tell her, I will. What was he talking about?”

“Oh you heard that?” Bambam replied, “He was drunk, he didn’t know what he was saying, hell, he even punched me so that should tell you how sober he was feeling.”

“Bam, he had one beer. He wasn’t drunk. Clearly whatever this is about upset him enough to take it out on you,” You pressed. “I want to know.”

“Y/N, back off. It’s none of your business.” He dismissed you. “Drop it.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you snapped. “I’m not some obedient housepet that you can order around. It was clearly about me and I want to know.”

“Fine, you want to know? I’ve been seeing someone behind your back.” He snapped angrily. “Yugyeom wanted me to tell you.”

And just like that, the genie had been released from the bottle. Everyone knows once it’s out, you can’t put it back in.

“What?” You were in disbelief.

As the realization he’d confessed to his sin washed over him, Bambam’s tone shifted. “Bae, I-“

As he struggled to find the words, you began to laugh. Of course he was cheating on you. It was time to finally face the fact that your relationship had been spiraling downwards for a long time.

“Are you laughing right now?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. “I can’t be-“

“No. It’s my turn to speak.” You stopped him.

As he sat on the couch you realized that this was it. This was the beginning of the end.

“This relationship has been torpedoing towards the end at 150 miles per hour, and we’ve just been prolonging it. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out sooner, you’ve been so distant and sharp with me.”

“I-“ Bambam started.

You held up a hand signaling you didn’t want to hear it. “You were never like this, I just kept convincing myself that it was the stress. But it was you, and me. We changed.” You mused aloud. “And now here we are. Your best friend punched you in the face and I’m laughing at the fact that you’re cheating on me.”

In a sort of haze you felt your feet carry you to the door. “I need to go.”

“Wait Y/N, where are you going?” Bambam asked, his voice full of concern.

“I don’t know, I just have to leave.” You stated, as you headed out the door.

⇒ yugyeom

This was it. Now or never. You walked into the cafe, as you spotted her. The woman you thought Yugyeom was cheating on you with.

You stood behind her in line as your mind raced with questions. Who was she? How far had she gone with him? Did she love him like you? When did all this start?

“Miss? Are you ready to order?” You awoke from your daydream as you realized the woman had already ordered and it was your turn. Rushing to the register, you ordered the first thing that came to mind “Hi, can I get an Ice Choco?”

Rushing to stand next to the woman, you dropped your wallet. She knelt down to pick it up and hand it to you.

“Here you go,” she smiled.

“Oh thank you,” you nodded uncomfortably. As you reached out to take the wallet, she noticed your bracelet, an anniversary gift from Yugyeom.

“Oh hey! I have the same bracelet. My boyfriend got it for me.” She commented. “Men, of course they shop from the same places.”

“Oh yeah,” you agreed. Nervous, you fiddled with the bracelet, “So your boyfriend got it for you?”

“Yeah, he gave it to me a couple of weeks ago. We actually only started seeing each other two months prior.” She beamed.

“Oh wow, so you’re a new couple?” You asked.

“Well, I’ve known him for a pretty long time. I’m actually a backup dancer at JYP.”

Your heart sunk, you knew that this wasn’t a coincidence. “Wow that’s very cool.”

“Yeah, I’m actually supposed to be meeting him here,” she lowered her voice to a whisper “he’s in the group GOT7!”

Okay, maybe it’s not Yugyeom, maybe it’s Bambam, or Youngjae, or... As your brain tried to rationalize the situation, you couldn’t deny what you saw with your own eyes.

Yugyeom at the door of the cafe.

As he registered the fact that you and the girl were in the same cafe talking to each other his eyes froze on you.

“Gyeomie!” The girl squealed. “I just made a friend, I think she’s a fan.”

As you watched Yugyeom swallow, he slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom started.

“Wait... you two know each other?” The girl asked.

“He’s the one who gave me my bracelet.” You answered. You took off the wretched item and placed it on the counter.

“One ice choco!” The barista called out.

“If you haven’t gotten the memo,” you said taking the drink from the counter, “we’re over.”

You uncapped the drink and threw it in his face, storming off from the cafe.

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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A pansexual horndog , an infp turbuletnt mediator. I use she/her pronouns. I don't know how to describe my character because I feel like my existence makes no sense. I'm shy and anxious, literally struggling with GAD and agoraphobia, yet I love being a center of attention, I can be a show off lmao

I'm sure I'm going to hell because of my dark, edgy humor.

I know it's not really a good think but I think I have something of a 'pick me girl' in me, like I prefer hanging out with the boys™ playing games and stuff. I'm hot-headed and live for drama, always shading people and spilling the tea, but only about ppl that wronged me (we don't stan bullying in this household). However, I believe I can be an actual sweetheart, almost like a mom friend for my closest besties.

My fav colors are black and pink. My fashion style is hard to describe, idk man. Like it's either a sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt kinda situation or a cute lil' skirt with knee-high socks. I always put makeup on tho and I always wear my hair down.

My thoughts tend to be rather grim and dark but at the same time my bedroom is literally princess themed and I collect all things hello kitty.

I don't have any talents or passions. I'm an English language major with minor in business. I am fluent in several languages and currently studying more. I'd like to become a sworn translator or interpreter in the future. I love traveling, been to maaany countries already so I really want to be able to work and travel at the same time.

Sorry babe, I'm really bad at this. I'd love to get matched with one of the Buckets and a Clone boi. I know I omitted the appearance, because, uhhh, me ugly, but you know it lmao.

I ship you with Leia!

I know you are probably disappointed but, please, here me out.

I just picture you and Leia being those cool af gay aunties. You are really beautiful so the Princess would fall for you pretty easily.

She's fiesty and protective and so are you. I'll never stop being thankful for you defending me against nasty anons.

Leia is the biggest social justice warrior just like her momma. I can see you both trying to figure out how to help those in need.

You'd never take any bullshit from no man.

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

bonus: visiting her mom's homeplanet, just you and her, somewhere near a remote lake. Just two baddies being softies, holding each other in their arms.

Sorry for all the typos and errors but I'm having a high fever as I'm writing this. I'm not sure if it's even real or I just started seeing things lool. Also sorry for keeping the ship thingy short, I'd love to write a drabble for you in the future if you like my choice for you.

First off, don’t apologize for typos because I guarantee I will have at least one in my answer for you bb. And second of all THANK YOU for being here and bringing life to my blog and dms with all your thots, I love them all!

Now for your ships, first off of course, I ship you with me lmao buuuuuut,

For the bucket bois I ship you with Paz Vizsla!

First off I wanna say that Paz is going to wake up every morning and just shower you in love and affection, telling you how perfect and beautiful you are and how much he absolutely loves and adores you. Paz will constantly reassure you and if your anxiety starts getting the better of you he will pull you away from everyone and whisper reassuring, comforting things to you and do whatever he can to help you feel better. Now Paz also has a darker sense a humor and I personally think that comes with being a mandalorian, so he will always chuckle at your jokes and will return it with one of his own because he strives to see you smile and laugh as much as he can make possible. Paz would find it cute that you are always chasing drama and loves to sit and listen to you recite all the drama to him and spill the tea lol. You say you don't have any talents, but Paz is always blown away at how many languages you can speak and how you continue to want to learn more. He also loves that that gives him an excuse to take you with him when he travels so that he can have his cute little translator with him at all times. Not to mention that he loves cuddling up with you in the tiny bed that he has on his ship, as well as other things.

For your clone ship, I am going to ship you with Commander Fox!

Ok so I wanna say that the two of you some how meet and start a regular meet up at some random shady bar where the two of you will sit for hours passing back rumors and just drama that you have witnessed since the two of you talked last. This goes on for a while before one morning you wake up early to Fox slowly and carefully trying not to wake you up as he untangles himself from you and your bed. After that the two of you start meeting more regularly and usually at your home. Once the two of you really get close and even start a relationship Fox finally relaxes around you. Fox absolutely loves your dark jokes because it is something he doesn't get to hear often with protecting senators and the chancellor almost everyday. Fox has also always loved the way you dressed, whether it be in comfy clothes or your cute skirts, he doesn't care he just likes the idea of wearing something different everyday rather than just blacks and his armor. Fox also likes to play with your hair at any given chance, and he appreciates that you always have it down because it just means that he has easier access too in, especially in certain situations *wink wink*. Fox would be one to stand up for you in any situation, and he may be pretty emotionally stunted and can't quite get the words out most of the time but the second he knows he loves you he will bluntly tell you because he is a blunt man and will not beat around the bush when it comes to you.

How in the world could I ever be disappointed in being shipped with the best princess and general in the Star Wars galaxy?!?!

Now, everything you wrote? Fucking beautiful I am obsessed and I want to steal Leia away from Han and just hype her up and help her take over and rule the galaxy like she deserves

(And if you wrote more than enough for my ship, but if you wrote me a little drabble with Leia I would die of happiness bb)

(14/20)

#500 followers #ships #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #commander fox x reader #fox x reader

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valwrite · 4 years

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hide & seek; daveed diggs

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summary: Y/N L/N can´t keep a promise. (sequel to leap frog & hopscotch)

warnings: cushion violence.

fic style: drabble.

word count: 1807

author’s note: this is the third and final drabble from the leap frog series. sorry that it’s kind of short and not really as good as the other two, i’ve got a bit of writer’s block right now. like, i have tons of ideas of what i would like to write but, when i try to write, my brain forgets the whole english dictionary and is just like “qué?”.

It was official. Rafael Casal was going to kill Daveed Diggs and Y/N L/N.

The sun had barely risen an hour ago; the air was still crisp with the chill of the night; some people were just making their way home, exhaustion and last night's makeup painting their face, and there Rafa was stood, phone pressed to his ear whilst his fist banged against the oak door repeatedly. He'd spent fifteen minutes in the very same predicament, alternating between calling Daveed and Y/N. Neither of the two were picking up despite the fact he was sure he could hear their phones ringing from indoors.

It was typical, honestly, for the two to pull such a stunt on him. The poor man was juggling having to worry about his friends whereabouts and his own health, which was progressively slipping away from him as his stress levels grew from having both their close relatives breathing down the back of his neck and questioning him on where exactly the two could have disappeared to.

When they both had first agreed to spending the night apart, Rafa was quick to laugh in their faces and tell them they'd find themselves crawling back to the other by the end of the night. Hell, the two barely survived nights apart brought on by work- Rafa had once walked in to Daveed's hotel room and found him asleep whilst Y/N slept on his propped up phone screen, nothing but FaceTime to unite them during their time apart- so how in the name of Hell would they willingly choose to sleep without one another? The satisfaction of his impending "I told you so" was the only thing keeping Rafa going.

“Screw this." He muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Crouching, Rafa picked up a few of the plant pots that decorated the front porch until he found the hidden key.

Quietly, and carefully, he turned the key in the lock. When the door opened, he pushed through slowly and held his breath, awaiting for it to squeak. A squeak never came, meaning two things: Daveed must have fixed the door and Rafa was safe to continue venturing into the home. Of course, he had to continue with the slowed movements and the careful breathing. The last thing he needed was to wake up the couple's four legged friend, that would only lead to an influx of tail wagging and puppy kisses being branded all over him. No, Rafa had to treat this like the most serious game of hide and seek he'd ever taken part in, on the off chance that Daveed was actually alone. The man was never a morning person, so being the person to wake him up, whether by accident or on purpose, was practically a suicide mission. Add that in with a reminder of the fact he'd (possibly) slept alone, Daveed was not going to be a happy bunny.

Rafa made his way through the living room where his eyes couldn't help but focus on the picture frames scattered along their television unit. They held so many stories, most of which he'd been present for and some he'd just been told about by the couple.

There was the cheesy one of them under some mistletoe on their first Christmas together, where Daveed had accidentally tripped over his own two feet and landed chest first into the cake she'd spent the whole day baking. There was the picture from a Warriors match they'd gone to, where Y/N spent most the night near drooling over the players and Daveed had silently prayed he still had a girlfriend by the end of the game. A candid photo of the both of them at some music festival, arms around each other and heads resting on shoulders. A collage section, filled with each cringe worthy matching Halloween costumes they'd worn. A picture of Daveed in a hospital bed, cast around his arm and Y/N sat at his side, their hairs still tousled from the kiss Rafa had walked in on before capturing the moment in a photo. At the time, they'd told him to delete it but the man was adamant they'd thank him one day when they were getting married and they realized that, without his meddling, the two of them would have never ended up on that date, in that hospital room.

With one of those things nearly down, Rafa was just counting down the hours till they came to the epiphany of his involvement in their love blossoming.

As he made his way out of the living room, the sound of a squeaky toy invaded his senses. Confused, Rafa looked down to see he'd stood on one of the dog's toys. All movement froze. He waited a couple heartbeats, to see if the pup had awakened. When no fur-ball came running his way, he assumed it was safe to move again.

The kitchen was up next. Rafa held back a laugh at the matching Mr & Mrs aprons which were hung up, mentally storing the reminder to mock them about it in his speech later on. A cupboard was slowly pulled open, a large bowl- in which countless of his favorite goodies were made by top baker Y/N- was lowered out of it and the tap was switched on, water trickling out of it and directly into the dish he was holding up.

Rafa now had to move more carefully than ever, his eyes flicking back and forth between the floor in front of him and the sloshing water in the bowl. But he had made his way safely up the stairs, down the hall and, now, he was finally rounding the corner to their shared bedroom. He could see the door had been left half open and, like the most tense scene in a thriller, Rafa took one step, two steps, three steps before he stumbled upon the exact image he'd been awaiting.

There they lay in bed, all shamelessly tangled up in silk sheets and limbs. His head on her pillow, her face buried in his neck. Casual sleepwear adorned them both- much to Rafa's own relief - whilst their outfits from the night before were strewn across the whole room. Each of their chests rose and fell in sync with one another, their breathing more peaceful than that of a monk. They so perfectly detailed what it meant to wholeheartedly be in love with someone, with no real effort whatsoever. It was such a shame Rafa was about to ruin their whole picture perfect sleep.

Eyeing the dog bed, Rafa affirmed that the pup was peacefully off in dreamland, with no sign of waking up and ruining his little surprise. He tiptoed from there onward, making his way around the king sized bed, stepping over abandoned cushions and swerving between articles of clothing. Panic coursed through him as Daveed let out a groan, rolling over where he lay. When the man's eyes remained shut, Rafa continued his careful journey to his best friend's bedside. After snapping a few pictures of the sleeping, unsuspecting fools, he lifted the bowl of water, carefully balancing it over them with his hands.

The first few drops fell onto the pillow, but the rest? They completely soaked Daveed and Y/N (mostly Daveed, he was Rafa's main target after all) and sent them both flying out of bed, eyes still half shut and wet hair dripping water all over the place. The first thing they noticed was Rafa, bent over at the waist, hand clutching his sides as laughter shook through his rib-cage.

“What the fuck, dude?” Y/N was the first one to speak, as she picked up and threw one of the cushions at Rafa, who smoothly ducked from her aim.

“What time is it?” Daveed had sat back on the bed at this point, shoulders hunched as he tried to find his phone.

“It's eight am.” Rafa passed him his phone. “And don't you what the fuck? me." He put on a high pitched voice as he addressed Y/N, dodging another one of her cushion attacks.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You do in my head.” Another cushion, this time it actually whacked him on the thigh. “I told you guys you wouldn't sleep apart and you two agreed to the bet, the forfeit being I get to dump a bowl of water over you both.”

“Hey, this isn't my fault.” Daveed stood up again, reaching for a pair of sweatpants off the floor. The bundle of fur had woken up by then, barking at Y/N's feet until she reached down to pick him up. “I was here alone last night, ready to sleep alone when she showed up at the door. She forced me to lose.”

“Oh, please!” Rafa was glad to see Y/N redirect her flying cushions at Daveed. “You practically dragged me into bed last night. I didn't force anything on you.”

“It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to turn away a tired woman at my door.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I brought it back just for you, babe.”

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket reminded Rafa of the fact that this was no ordinary day, where the two idiots in front of him had the entire morning to have meaningless arguments. Today, they were all on a strict schedule and Rafa was half responsible for making sure it all went well.

“As fun as this is,” He paused, redirecting his complete attention to Y/N. “you have a car waiting for you outside, to take you back to your parents home to get ready. So, with all due respect, fuck off and let me get D ready for you.”

“Fine, whatever, I'm going.” He could tell she wasn't really as bothered as she tried to seem, especially from the way her shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. “Be warned, Rafa, if you try take credit for our relationship in your speech, I will not hesitate to deck you in front of my whole family. Capiche?”

“You know, it's not too late to change your mind, Y/N. There's still a chance to rekindle our old flame and reenact that kiss we shared years ago.”

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Daveed made his way over to Y/N's side and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “That's my wife you're speaking to.”

“Not yet, Diggs.” Rafa grabbed at the other man's arm, stripping him away from Y/N as the two tried to share a kiss. “Save that for the altar, you two.”

The couple collectively let out a frustrated sigh as Rafa guided her out of the house, both aware of the fact that the next time they locked eyes, they'd be swearing eternal fidelity and love to one another and, as much as neither would admit it out loud, they owed it all to Rafa and his gossiping ways.

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dirtydobrik · 4 years

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knocked up - d.d.

plot (requested): SO I’ve had this scenario in my head where reader is scared to have kids and gets knocked up, and of course David is over his head bc he’s gonna be a dad! But reader is having a hard time processing and considering abortion, and he can’t see that, so it causes angst !! (happy ending)

word count: 1700

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You woke up with a gut feeling. You slipped out from under David's arm, careful not to wake him. You crept out of his bedroom, hoping to sneak out and run to the drugstore without being caught, but Natalie was in the kitchen making breakfast. You put on your sneakers while having a casual conversation with her. You told her you were going to get a coffee, asking if she wanted anything, before getting into your car.

Your hands were shaking as you grabbed a few pregnancy tests off the shelf. The cashier gave you a soft smile as she placed them into a plastic bag. You took the bag from her hand and headed back out to your car. You made a quick stop at Starbucks to bring back coffee for the house.

You left the coffee cups on the kitchen table and headed into the bathroom. David's eyes were half open as he watched you come into the room.

"Morning, babe," he said, sitting up and leaning forward for a kiss. You gave him a quick peck and said hello, placing your coffees on his nightstand before walking into the bathroom. The drugstore bag was tucked into your sweatshirt pocket so David didn’t notice and question it.

You took a deep breath and tore the packaging of one test open. You set the test on the edge of the sink and took a few deep breaths, waiting for the results.

"Babe, is everything okay?" David asked, knocking on the door. "You've been in there forever."

"I'm fine. My coffee just didn't sit right with me," you lied, hoping it was believable.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, as your eyes scanned the positive pregnancy test. You paced back and forth, your heart pounding. Your mind was racing and you couldn’t think straight. You had no idea what to tell David, or if you should even tell him. You had only been dating for four months and your relationship wasn’t even public yet.

To make matters worse, you hadn’t ever talked about a future together.

You tore open a second and third test to try again, both coming up positive. "Fuck," you shouted, resting your elbows on the edge of the sink and burying your head in your hands. Tears streamed down your face as you realized you had to face the reality of the situation. You sunk to the ground, leaning your back against the wall.

"You okay?" David repeated, knocking on the door again. You quickly wiped your eyes and stood up.

"I said I was fine," you snapped before quickly apologizing.

David rattled the doorknob but it was locked. "Babe, open the door," he insisted, and you sighed. The tests were still in the sink and you didn't think to take them out before letting David in.

You twisted the handle, popping the lock, and the door swung open. David noticed your eyes were red and swollen, a clear sign that you had been crying. He pulled you in for a hug, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You buried your head into his chest and he clutched your head in his hands. Tears rolled down your cheek, falling onto David's shirt. He glanced around, noticing a pink wrapper in the trashcan, and his eyes wandered to the sink. They widened when he saw the tests, but he couldn't tell what the results were.

He let go of his embrace on you and took a few steps towards the sink. He reached for one of the tests, inhaling sharply at the positive result. "You're pregnant?" he asked, turning back to you. He sounded like he was trying to hide his excitement. You nodded and when he fell silent, you could tell he was processing the news.

For the next few days, you avoided talking about it. You were struggling with the thought of being a mom and had contemplated getting an abortion. Of course, you hadn’t told David yet. He seemed so excited to be a dad and you didn’t want to break his heart.

"Babe, we have to talk about this," David insisted as he drove home from the doctors office. You had found out you were only six weeks along and the doctor had presented you with all of your options. You took all of the pamphlets, which raised concern for David, since he thought you wanted to keep the baby.

He was adamant about having this discussion and you knew that. You fidgeted with the ring on your right hand, not sure how to approach the conversation. You couldn’t just be blunt about it, you wanted to soften the blow so it would be easier for David to handle.

“We'll talk when we get home,” you promised, and he clenched his jaw but nodded.

The rest of the drive home was silent, neither of you knowing what to say when you knew the conversation at home would be serious. David pulled into his driveway and parked the car. You followed him inside, kicking your shoes off by the door, before heading into his bedroom to talk without worrying about Natalie and anyone else interrupting.

David sat on the edge of the bed while you paced back and forth, trying to collect your thoughts. The pamphlets you had taken from the doctor's office were laid out on the dresser, and you hesitated to pick them up to read them.

"Where's your head at, babe?" David asked, standing up and walking over to you. You sighed as David placed his hands on your shoulders. "Come on, talk to me."

"I don't know if I want to keep the baby," you whispered, staring at the floor so you wouldn’t have to face David's heartbroken eyes. His eyes filled with tears that he quickly wiped away. "I'm sorry."

Your eyes briefly met his and your heart shattered. David was distraught at the news. There was a lump in his throat that prevented him from being able to speak, and he knew you likely didn’t have all of the answers to the questions he wanted to ask. A few more tears rolled down his cheek, and your eyes watered as you wiped his tears away with your thumb.

"Dave," you said softly, cupping his face. "I love you, okay?" He nodded. "But I'm only twenty-two and I just graduated college. I'm fucking terrified right now. I mean, did you think I would happy about this?"

David took a few steps back from you. "Was it wrong for me to assume you would be excited?" he asked, raising his voice.

"Yes, David. We've only been together for a few months. We barely know each other," you hissed, trying to keep your voice down so no one overheard the conversation. "Most people are engaged or married before they have kids. We've never talked about the future so I don't know why you thought I'd just be on board with having a baby."

"Then let's talk about it now," he insisted.

"Okay, fine. I don’t know if I ever want to be a mom!" you shouted, tears streaming down your face now. David bit his lip, unsure what to say. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you proved your point. David didn’t know everything about you. "You just assumed that we were on the same page about everything, Dave."

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"I know," you replied, brushing his hair out of his face, your eyes meeting his.

A few days later, you and David were still avoiding the conversation. You had talked to a few of your friends about what was going on, and they all encouraged you to do what you thought was the best idea. It was your decision to make, not David's.

You pulled into David's driveway, needing to talk to him. You walked into the house and he was sitting on the couch, his back to you. He was on the phone.

"Yeah, she's pregnant… I know, it's crazy… No, I'm not an idiot… I can’t believe I'm going to be a dad." You could hear the excitement in his voice and it made your heart ache because you couldn't take that away from him.

You walked into the living room and caught his attention. He quickly hung up. "Hi, babe," he smiled, standing up and giving you a kiss.

"Can we talk?" you asked in a whisper, and he nodded, knowing what you wanted to talk about. "I've been thinking about this a lot, and I know this is a decision we should make together, but we need to really think this through."

"I have," he insisted, but you shook your head.

"No, Dave, you haven't. You haven't considered what this will mean for your career. You travel constantly and your vlogs revolve around you and your friends doing dangerous stunts. And, God, David, you have three assistants who do absolutely everything for you. You aren't responsible enough to take care of yourself, let alone a baby," you explained, trying to stay calm as you expressed your concerns. "And please don't try to argue that you're financially stable. I know you have the money to provide for a baby, but there's a hell of a lot more to raising a child than just having money."

David sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Babe, I want to be supportive of whatever decision you make, I really do. But this is our baby we're talking about. I know you're scared shitless, and I am too, but we're in this together, and I'm not going anywhere," he promised, kissing the top of your forehead.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Please don't make promises you can't keep."

"I love you, you know that. And I'm telling you right now that I'm not going anywhere, no matter what you decide to do." David wrapped his arms around you, holding the back of your head with his hand. You took a deep breath, feeling safe in his arms.

The comfort you felt was a reassurance that he really wasn’t going to leave you. And in that moment you decided that you and David were going to be parents. It didn't matter what sacrifices the two of you had to make for the child, you knew David would be by your side every step of the way.

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jackie5656 · 4 years

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I’ll Make It Up To You With;Diego Hargreeves

A/N: Hello? I’m so happy to have gotten some love on my last post so I had to deliver again. Just a short Drabble kinda thing for now. Expect more imagines about this emotionally-stunted man child because I’m 100% in love!Also quick shoutout to @gemimaya Bc our little convo in the comments gave me this idea💜

*gif not mine*

“Listen, I thought there’d be at least one restaurant available tonight. It’s a big city, how was I supposed to know everyone and their mother are going out to eat tonight?” Diego’s words were rushed, something he tended to do when he knew I was right.

“You said you made reservations Di.”

“Did I?”

“What you don’t remeber? Something along the lines of ‘baby the new Italian place down the street has our names written all over it so I made reservations for the best table ther-”

“Alright, okay I may have bluffed a bit.” The argument was playful as he held our apartment door open as I walked in before him, his other hand carrying my heels that had been long discarded once we realized we wouldn’t be eating out tonight. I wasn’t actually mad, but seeing him this flustered and guilty was just too cute to pass up. Plus, now he owed me one.

“A bit? I thought you had already gotten to know the owner and there was a bottle of champagne waiting for us at our amazing table.” I continued to tease over my shoulder as he huffed, putting down my shoes and slipping off his own as he closed the door.

“Like I said, a bit of a bluff. But I really didn’t expect every restaurant to be so packed.”

“Mhm, real shame Diego. I even got you to put on a sweater for the occasion.” I tsked from my place on the kitchen countertop. He rolled his eyes, moving over to me and trapping my body between himself and the counter with his arms.

“And you got to wear this new dress, did I mention how gorgeous you look tonight?” My eyes narrowed as his hands moved to my hips, he knew exactly what he was doing with that smirk and that cologne...Enticing, he knew it too judging by the way his eyes searched mine with a smile as he started to lean in. Lips so, so close and enough for me to shudder at the feeling of his breath against me as he moved even closer to connnect our lips. I awaited for his lips to just barely brush against mine before I placed my hand on his jaw and pressed my thumb against his lips. Maintaining our close proximity as I softly spoke.

“Hargreeves, you’re delusional if you think a kiss can make up for my empty stomach.”

I giggled as he groaned, head falling into the crook of my neck as his hands fell to his sides.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I was anticipating a hot plate of penne all day, and you’re the one upset?”

“How many times do I have to apologize before I get to kiss you?” His whining continued as I moved to our bedroom, searching the drawers for a T-shirt of his I could change into. “Hello? Now the silent treatment?” His arms were crossed against his chest as he leaned against the door and glared as I shrugged in response.

“Fine, I didn’t think it would have to come to this y/n but you leave me no choice. My mouth opened to question him but was replaced with a help of surprise as he lifted me up and tossed me into our bed. Larger body coming to lay on top of me as I struggled in a fit of laughter beneath him.

“Get the hell off of me Diego.” My words were the least bit of demanding as I helplessly squirmed underneath him.

“Aha! So she speaks, I’m not getting off until you forgive me.” How was I supposed to keep up the act now? With those stupid honey brown eyes peering hopefully into mine as he awaited my response. “Listen, I’ll order takeout and we can watch all the stupid 80s movies you want. Anything so you’ll forgive me.”

My resistance ceased at his words as I bit my lip in consideration. Giggling again as his forehead pressed against mine whilst he poked my sides.

“Okay, okay you had me at takeout. I draw the line at tickling.” My hands gripping his wrists to hault his movements as he beamed down at me.

“So I’m forgiven?”

“Well, there’s just one more thing.”

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“Two on each side and that’s it.”

“But Di it’ll look so much better if I do all of them!” I whined from below him, legs Criss-cross on top of his lap as he shook his head.

“I can’t believe I actually agreed to this.” He grumbled as I shook the small bottle of black nail polish in my hand, grabbing his wrist so his fingers were spread out over my thigh.

“You promised you’d do anything for me to forgive you, please baby?” I looked up to him with a small pout, giving him the best doe eyes I could muster at his own narrowed ones. Doing my best to not let my frown falter as he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.

“Fine, just s-stop looking at me like that.” I grinned up at him with a laugh, pecking his cheek and giddily twisting open the bottle as his attention turned back to the tv.

“I don’t get this movie. They just waltzed out of detention with a new appreciation of life and understanding for each other?”

I groaned at Diego’s words, him having asked hundreds of other questions throughout the movie due to his lack of attention span.

“This is why we cant watch any other movies besides action.” I countered as the credits rolled, boxes of Chinese food long forgotten in a pile on the small coffee table in front of us.

“I’m just saying, that Jerry guy couldn’t have socked that douche in the suit?

“He was their principle babe, and his name is Johnny not Jerry.” I corrected with a chuckle, using my nail to rub off the access polish on his ring finger as he continued.

“Isn’t that what I said?” My defeated sigh melted into another laugh at his confused tone as I turned my entire body to face him. Closing in the space between us to give him a real kiss this time, figuring he deserved it after all the shit I’d put him through tonight. He hummed into the kiss, hands moving off my thigh and towards my hips as I quickly pulled away and grabbed his wrists.

“Sorry Hargreeves, the polish isn’t dry yet.” I shook my head as I spoke, giving him another peck as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“I hope you know you’re killing me right now.”

“Mmph, but look how good they came out! Ten more minutes and they’ll be dry. And did I mention how hot you look with them?” I admired the black polish against his tan skin as he replied.

“Yeah well enjoy it while you can, it’ll be off by tomorrow morning.”

“What, you can’t kick criminal ass with freshly painted nails?”

#imagines #fanfic #obx netflix #diego hargreeves imagines #diego hargreeves #umbrella acedmy #tua netflix #tua fanfic #tua s2 #tua ben #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves #number two

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Keep Calm and go to London chapter 3

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog

Trigger warning: talking about low self-stem and body image issues.

The morning after you woke up exhausted, not just because of all the walking and the stunt practice you did the day before, but also because you had trouble sleeping because you could stop thinking about Henry. "It's ridiculous. I just met him, I cannot like him this much already." you thought, throwing your phone into the bed, after checking the selfie that you two took together that day, again. That's what you did all night long: you slept for like an hour or so, woke up, saw the photo, remember the day part by part and went back to sleep.

You had a work meeting that day. You swore that you were not there to work, but an old friend -acquaintance would be more accurate- found out that you were in London and call you to see if you could help him finish a few songs for an album. You accepted because he was a nice guy and because you enjoyed working with him in the past.

- Wow, I brought here because I thought that because of your breakup you would write some so "f-ck you" songs or sad songs, but they were pretty "I'm walking on sunshine" kind of type. - he said when was walking you to the door as you were leaving the studio. - Sorry, that was insensitive for me to say - he apologized.

-No worries. I guess you're right. - you replied, offering a sympathetic smile. " Oh, sh-t, what does that mean?" you thought.

Back at the hotel, you were about to take a bath and planning to go to bed and watch a movie when your phone started ringing. You check to see who was calling you and saw that was your friend.

- Hi girl! - you answered- What's up?

- Hi babe! - she replied- No much, just wondering why my friend had a date with my other friend and didn't bother to tell me about it.

- What?- you questioned confused and then you realized that she was referring to you hanging out with Henry yesterday - Oh, yeah...first of all, it wasn't a date, it was two new friends hanging out...and second, I'm sorry, I didn't know that I needed to ask you for permission to hang out with your friends.- you said playfully.

- Apologies accepted. No need for permission, just want to know when you're on a date, especially if it is with a friend of mine.

- I told you already, not a date. By the way, how did you know that we went on a dat... that we hung out together yesterday?- you asked confused

- Henry told me.

- Did he tell you? - you repeated still confused

- Yes. He mentioned after you left the party, he left right after you left because he wanted to get some rest because tomorrow you two were going to visit the set of The Witcher. And also, I call him too today, because I tried to talk to you but your phone was off apparently because I was directed to voicemail.

- Yes, I was working in some songs with a friend so a turned it off. Wait, you talked to Henry today?

- Yes. He basically told me the same that you did, that you were two friends hanging out and that had a great day.

- Yes, we did. - you agreed.

- Hey, by any chance ...- your friend started to ask you a question and then took a slight pause - do you have a crush on him?

"Oh, sh-t!...sh-t...sh-t! Was it too obvious? Did he asked her to ask me that?" you thought. You sighted before answering your friend question.

- Is it too obvious? He told you that, didn't he? He noticed that I starred at him like a creep and asked you to tell me that please don't do it in the future because he's no interested in me in that way, right? - you asked her

- So you do have a crush on him.-she repeated looking for confirmation

- Yes. I'm absolutely crazy about him, which is insane if you ask me... I mean, c'mon, I just met him two days ago, TWO DAYS! - you replied, almost screaming the last words searching for an affirmation of the insanity of your feelings.

- Y/N! - your friend screamed excited

- What? - you answered holding the tears for falling. You felt so stupid.

- He has a crush on you too - she told me excited

- What?! Did he tell you that?

- Not exactly with those words. Let me explain - she began - The day of the party after we left to the ladies room, he and Edgar started talking about you and how cool you are, and Edgar encouraged him to ask you out, but Henry thought that you were still dating you know who, and then Edgar told him that you were single - and even show him the news of your breakup in his phone- but Henry still had doubts about asking you out because thought you may found it disrespectful that he was trying to get a date with you while you were dealing with something personal and might not be ready or might not be interested in going out with him at all. That's why Ed started to ask you all those questions when we got back, to see if you were ok to date, to convince Henry to ask you on a date and that's the reason why we left you two alone, so he would make his move. He didn't dare to ask you out directly, so he did it to hang out with you as a friend and then see. Today when we talked, he told me that he likes you, a lot, those were his exact words. I know that might not seem like it, but he's quite shy. He doesn't want to seem desperate, especially since he thinks that you want him only as a friend, so he will wait sometime before talking to you again.

You sat down on the edge of the bed while trying to process the information that your friend just gave you. He liked you too. It wasn't just you, he felt the same way about you. That thought makes you smile and your heart was beating so fast of excitement.

- So, you want me to call him and tell him to call you and ask you out? - she questioned

- No, I have another idea on the mind - you said playfully - By any chance, do you have his home address?

- Lucky for you, I do - she replied curiously - Why?

- I'll share my plans later, could you please send me the address?

- Sure, I'll send it to you via text.

- Great! Thanks a lot! Seriously! I got to go, talk to you tomorrow, ok? - you said while standing up and picking up some clothes and going to the bathroom to take a shower.

- Sure. Good luck with your plan! - she said and after saying goodbye you hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom.

You decided to put on a white dress with long sleeves and short to the knees, sexy but cosy for the cold weather. You also put another pair of comfortable boots and a camel colour blazer. You decided to continue your new trend of natural makeup look, with some foundation, pastel colour eyeshadow, eyeliner barely visible and mascara and your favourite nude lipstick - Ludwig of the line Kat Von D Beauty Everlasting Liquid Lipstick -.

Once you were outside his house, you walked to the front door and were greeted by barks. "Kal, his dog" you remembered. "He told me he's very friendly, relax" you remind yourself. You love dogs, but sometimes loves don't like strangers, and that's what you were to him. You knock on the door and heard a voice so deep and beautiful that gave you chills, a voice that only could belong to one person.

- Who is it?- Henry asked

- It's me, y/n- you replied.

- Oh...yeah, wait a minute, please. I'll look for the key. - he told you, for the tone of his voice you notice that he was surprised by your visit.

- Sure. No worries.

A moment later you heard the key turn on the door and this opened as Henry greeted you with a smile.

- I wasn't expecting company, sorry for the mess.- he said as he let you in.

- What are you talking about? Your house is lovely and very clean. - I assure him.

- Thank you. - he said - It's a lovely surprise to see you.

- Oh, yeah, sorry for the impromptu visit. Probably was not polite of me to show up without notice. - I apologized

- Don't worry, I'm delightfully surprise.- he affirmed.

- I just wanted to thank you for the lovely day that I had yesterday thanks to you. I brought you a gift - you said as you handed him a bag.

- Oh, thank you, you didn't have to.- he replied as he took the bag and opened. It had two packs of the finest Guinness beer and a box with some expensive swiss chocolate. - Thank you so much, this is amazing! - he said with excitement in his voice. You smiled happily because you knew that you choose the perfect gift for him.

- You're welcome. I'm really happy that you like it.

- I do a lot. Thank you. - He said and starred at you smiling for a moment, while you were thinking "how is it possible that this man likes me? He's so incredibly handsome" but at the same time, but the way he looked at you, you saw it, it was true, he likes you, you can see it now. He must have noticed that he was looking at you for a little too long so he blushed and started to act a bit nervous - You want something to drink?

- Tea would be great.

- Sure, I think I have tea somewhere. - he said laughing slightly - I don't drink tea, but sometimes, when I remember, I buy some for friends and family when they visit me.

- If you don't have tea, water will be fine. - you assure him.

He made his way to the kitchen and you decided to look around the living room. Before that, you pet Kal that, just like Henry said, was very friendly and anxious for the attention. In your tour on the living room, a blanket with the British flag on it caught your attention, and you put on a big smile thinking on how adorable it was that had that.

- You wanted something to remind you that you're from Britain in case that you forgot? - I said loudly so he could hear me from the kitchen.

- What?... oh, that - he said seeing the blanket as he approached you with a cup of tea that he handed you. - It was a gif from my brother.

- I love it. It's adorable. - you assure him and smile.

You took a sip of the tea and continue walking around, looking at pictures that he had all over the place.

- Is that your family?- you asked

- Yes. Those are my mom and dad - he said as he pointed at one photo; then he pointed at another - those are my brothers. This was taken on Christmas two years ago and I'm with my nephews and my niece.

He showed a couple more pictures of his family, one with his assistant and a few that he had with some close friends and then sat down on the couch. After a moment of silence, in which you were distracted looking at the blanket, you continue the conversation.

- You know, I'm thinking about moving to London.

- Really? - he asked curiously and trying not to sound way too excited

- Yes. I've always loved the city, but this last few days have been some of the best days of the last few years of my life. It's like I finally feel alive again. I get this homie vibe that I've got from LA in a long time.

- That's great! I mean, not that you went through something awful, but that you're feeling much better and that you like the city. I'd be great to have you closer. - as he was saying this he blushed - I mean, you always will have a friend to chat with when you need to - he offered and smiled.

- Thanks.- you smiled back.

(PS: chapter four will continue exactly where I left off 😉 )

#henry cavill #fanfiction #demivampirew #henry cavill x reader

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adenei · 3 years

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Fake It Til You Make It - Ch. 6

AO3 || FFN

A/N: *Denotes a movie quote (it was too good to leave out). Lyrics belong to Ed Sheeran, not me, or Ron, for that matter. BUT I imagine musician!Ron to be quite like Ed Sheeran. Can't imagine why...

Wrong.

“You’re not giving up, Ginevra,” George warned her over the phone.

“Yes, I am! This is the stupidest, pointless stunt I’ve ever tried,” Ginny was standing her ground. “Come pick me up.”

She’d almost made it a week. It was Thursday. Surely, she could fake Ron being sick for a week before he returned.

“When have you ever given up on something? That’s not like you. So you’ve had a rough week. That’s no reason to give up! We just need to get the guys to like you.”

“And how do you suggest I do that? Clearly acting and talking like the guys is not working in my favor.”

“Hmm. It’s Thursday, right? Are they going out anywhere tonight?” George asked.

“They mentioned something about the Leaky. Neville accidentally let it slip, and all the guys glared at him because I was in earshot. I probably wasn’t meant to hear.”

“I’ve got it!” Fred yelled in the background.

Ginny heard a bunch of muffled muttering before George came back on the line and said, “Text us the time, and we’ll be there with Verity and Leah. Be prepared to act like a player, alright? We’re gonna show those guys that you’re irresistible with the ladies.”

“If you say so,” Ginny said unconvincingly.

She hung up the phone, already dreading what the night was going to bring.

***

Ginny showed up at the Leaky Cauldron a little after seven. She looked around the pub and saw Fred and George in a corner. Her feet instinctively began walking toward them, but they shooed her off in the opposite direction. Harry and the rest of their teammates were on the other side of the room, so she reluctantly made her way over them instead.

It wasn’t lost on her when the guys were trying to rearrange themselves around the table so there wouldn’t be room for her. She was about to turn around and leave when,

“Ron? Ron! Is that you? Over here!” Ginny turned around to see Verity walking toward her.

Here goes nothing, she thought. “Verity! Hey girl, how you doin’?” she said as Verity drew Ginny into a sensual hug.

“I’ve missed you,” she said in her ear.

“I know, baby, I know. But you know how things are. I’ve been busy.”

“Will you be available soon? I’d love to get together,” Verity purred.

“As soon as I have a free night, you’ll be my first call, you know what I’m sayin’?” Ginny added in a head nod.

Ginny played hard to get as Verity puckered her lips and wrapped her arms around her to say goodbye. Verity settled for a kiss on the cheek as Ginny grabbed her arse, per Fred and George’s instructions. She watched Verity walk away before turning back toward Harry’s table with a newfound swagger. Her confidence was spurred on by the gaping looks on their faces. She made it about two steps from the table when she heard another voice call Ron’s name. This time it was Leah.

“Ronnie, baby, I thought that was you!” she said eagerly.

“Oh, hey Leah, how’s it goin’?” Ginny asked.

“Why didn’t you call me after that night out in London?” Leah pouted.

Ginny gave her a perplexed look. “Babe, you know I have a strict one night rule. What we had was special, but I gotta stay true to who I am, and I’m not one to settle down.”

Leah gave a deep sigh. “I’ll always be here in case you get bored,” she resolved with a wink.

She leaned in and kissed Ginny on the cheek before turning around to sashay away. Ginny awkwardly smacked her on the bum as she walked off. Fred and George were high fiving each other, which Ginny took to mean the mission was successful. When she turned around, Seamus and Dean greeted her with a slow clap.

“Damn, Ron!” Colin said approvingly. “Teach me your ways!”

“I didn’t realize you were quite the, uh—” Harry started to say.

“Player?” Neville finished.

“Er, yeah,” Harry agreed.

They all moved to make room for Ginny to sit down when she felt a buzz in her pocket. Fred texted her. Code: Purple. Get out of there NOW.

Shit, shit, shit. It couldn’t be—

“Won Won?”

Fucking hell, of all the nights, Ginny swore to herself. Her phone buzzed again. Do NOT let her see your face. This was not good. She began backing away as Lavender made her way to the guy’s table.

Seamus, the good bloke that he was, offered an unintended distraction. “Hey sexy, if you get bored with Weasley, I’d be happy to show a good time.”

Ginny froze behind another table to see if she’d take the bait.

Lavender froze and eyed Seamus before letting out a grunt of disgust. “You have got to be kidding me. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but girls with asses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours.”*

Ginny found it difficult to stifle her laughter. Lavender was undoubtedly full of herself. Before Ginny could think of all the reasons Lavender was not as hot as she thought she was, the blonde nuisance turned back toward her.

“RONALD WEASLEY, DON’T YOU DARE IGNORE ME!” Lavender screamed, getting the attention of the whole pub.

Ginny darted toward the back of the restaurant and grabbed a menu to cover her face.

“Lav, leave me alone.”

“No! You’ve been ignoring me for over a week. Be a man and talk to your girlfriend!”

One of the hosts took the menu from Ginny’s hands, so she spun around and grabbed two pitchers of Coke. “It’s OVER Lav. Why can’t you just take a hint? You’re not as hot as you think you are, and you’re too high maintenance for me.”

Ginny continued to move around towards the bar. She set the pitchers down as Lavender screeched, “IT ISN’T OVER UNTIL I SAY IT’S OVER, AND IT IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT OVER!”

Lavender was closing in as Ginny made one last-ditch effort as she skirted between two tables just as another worker was carrying a large stack of boxes. Lav wasn’t paying attention and ran right into the worker, causing all the boxes to collapse into a heap as she fell backward into a random family’s table. A glass of red wine spilled down her front, and Lavender screamed bloody murder.

“THIS ISN’T OVER!” she screeched as she stomped toward the exit.

Harry, Dean, Seamus, Neville and Colin all erupted into cheers as Ginny fell back toward them.

“That was bloody brilliant!” Neville and Colin both shouted.

“How do you do it?” Dean wanted to know as Harry and Seamus looked on with impressed faces.

Ginny didn’t suppress the grin that spread across her face. She was finally one of the boys.

****

The next morning found Harry, Ginny, and Colin in biology. They were starting labs today as Professor Sprout called out, “Gentleman, come pull a name out of the basket to determine your partners for the semester. We’re going to start with identifying organisms under the microscope today.

Harry reached into the basket eagerly and pulled out a slip. “Please be Hermione, please be Hermione, please be—aw man, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Who’d you get?” Colin asked.

“Luna,” Harry said with an eye roll.

“Aw. Er, I mean—she’s not that bad,” Colin said.

The disappointment on Colin’s face did not go unnoticed by Ginny. I wonder if there’s something more there, Ginny wondered as she looked at the blonde. She’d already heard plenty of stories of how she was odd from the guys.

“Who’d you get?” Harry asked her.

“Huh? Oh, um—Ginny checked her slip—Hermione,” she said as Harry shook his head in disbelief.

“What the hell!”

“Sorry, bro,” Ginny shrugged.

She walked over to Hermione’s table and sat down.

“Hello again,” Hermione said brightly.

“Hey,” Ginny said as she set down her books. “So we’re, er, supposed to look for things in the microscope?”

“Yes, do you have the packet from last week?” Hermione asked.

“Uh, yeah, in that notebook, I think.” Ginny gestured to the notebook.

Hermione shot her a playful smile as she reached for the notebook and looked inside.

Ginny was distracted by Harry attempting to work with Luna and the fact that Draco was hovering a little too close to them for Ginny’s liking. She didn’t see that Hermione had opened the book to one of Ron’s lyric pages.

“What’s this?” Hermione asked in amazement. “So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans. Holding me closer until our eyes meet. You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come ho—”

“Nothing! That’s—uh, nothing,” Ginny snatched the notebook back. “Here’s the packet. She pulled out the papers they needed to complete their work for the day.

“You write song lyrics? That’s right, you’re here on a music scholarship, aren’t you?” Hermione said interestedly.

“Er, yeah. How did you…?”

“I help out in the administration building, remember? I was working when you bumped into me last week,” Hermione reminded Ginny.

“Oh, right,” Ginny said. “Should we get on with the work?”

Hermione nodded as they began completing the assignment. There was no denying it; Hermione was definitely flirting with her. And that wouldn’t go over well. Not while Ginny knew Harry had his eyes on her. The bro-code was sacred. She’d have to play it cool and not let Hermione find any more of Ron’s lyrics.

That evening, Ginny flopped onto her bed after a grueling training session. She was about to pass out when a pillow hit her in the face. “What the hell was that for?” Ginny asked, tossing the pillow back at Harry.

“That was for flirting with Hermione today! You know I had my eye on her!” he snarled.

“I wasn’t flirting with her! Trust me, she’s not my type.” If she was being honest, she and Ron might make a cute couple, but Ginny was definitely not into girls.

“Well, why was she giving you the flirty eyes?”

“I don’t know, man. I don’t know! I can put in a good word for you if that’s what you want,” Ginny suggested.

Harry froze and sat on his bed. “You know, that’s not a bad idea. You’d really do that? Talk me up, see if she’s interested?”

“Yeah, sure.” Why not? Ginny thought.

“What do you want in exchange?” Harry asked her.

“Wh-what?” Ginny asked.

“It’s only fair—you help me out, I help you out,” Harry thought for a moment. “You wanted to play in the Beauxbatons game, right? What if I helped you train and get better? Maybe Coach McGonagall will move you up?”

Ginny’s face lit up with excitement. “You really think so?” She realized a second too late that her voice was too high. “I mean, you really think so?” she said again after she lowered it.

“Er, yeah.”

Ginny held out her hand. “Deal.”

As Harry took her hand in his, her phone rang.

“Ah, bollocks, what does Mum want?” Ginny let it go to voicemail and listened to the message after.

“Hi, Dear! It’s Mum. I’m just calling to remind you about the carnival this weekend! Remember, you and your sister both promised to be there, and Aunt Muriel will have a cow if you’re not there. I’ll be expecting to see you, alright? Okay. See you Sunday. I hope Hogwarts is treating you well. Love you!”

“Ah, that bloody carnival,” Ginny said as she laid back on her bed again.

“The debutante thing?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, my aunt roped my sister into participating in the season. She’s not happy about it. And it looks like I have to go too for some ruddy reason.”

“My Aunt Petunia’s on the board, too. At least Hermione will be there! You can give me pointers,” Harry figured.

“Er, yeah, it’ll be great,” Ginny lied.

How in the bloody hell am I going to pose as Ron and me? Ginny thought as she made a mental note to text the twins tomorrow. If she survived the day with Harry, Hermione, and Lavender, it’d be a miracle if it wasn’t a disaster.

#hinny #harry x ginny #she's the man inspired #I promise chapter 7 is going to be a whole lotta hinny!

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