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aakeysmash · 3 months

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Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: a lot of yapping. Male masturbation. A bit of violence from Katsuki’s part when a guy tries getting in your pants.

Word count: this part is 2.4k, added to the others (part 1, part 2, part 3) it’s 8.9k.

Next part: part 5

"It's too hot" you mewl while lying on your couch. “Step back, it’s my turn to be in front of the fan” you add, getting up and walking towards Katsuki.

“Fuck no, it’s been 3 minutes since you had a go at it. Go back to the hell hole you came from, pest” your roommate answers while throwing daggers at you.

You poke your finger in his exposed bicep. He doesn’t budge. Damn, this man is hard as a rock.

“Come onnnnn! This is the time when you should be a gentleman and let me cool down my beautiful face. Do you really want to be such a brute, Mr. Bakugou?” you bat your eyelashes seductively, trying to convince him.

Bakugou stares at you like your face is green and you’re a slimy frog that just came out of a pile of mud.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re a big girl and I ain’t no prince charming. Step the fuck back or I’m throwing you on that damn sofa. Wait your shitty turn” he says, flicking your forehead.

You whine some more, whisper “bitch” (it gets you another flick) and then turn back to lay on the floor. It’s colder than the couch, at least.

It’s summer, there’s 41°C outside, and your AC broke the other day. It’s so hot that you take out the ice from the freezer and it melts in 4 minutes (max). You happened to have one old crusty fan, that you and Bakugou take turns using. You have been surviving on iced coffee and iced lemonades. You feel like you’re slowly dying.

“You know, this is the only time I really wish my boss would call me in early. He might be a ghost, but he sure uses money for the AC” you blabber while staring at the ceiling, contemplating booking a trip to Alaska.

“What do you mean a ghost?” the blond asks. He’s been much more talkative in the last few months, maybe because seeing you being so domestic was doing something to him. In the last few days he really wants to be your friend, but not because he’s suddenly nice: he thinks he could bribe you to gift him the fan if he’s kinder and breaks your defenses. He’s even planning on asking you to go to a cafe nearby and offer you one of those sweet fuzzy iced drinks you like so much. He’s scheming.

“A ghost because I’ve never seen his face. Can you believe that? My colleague says he’s an asshole though, so maybe that’s for the better” you answer. You get on your elbows to see him better, then squint and frown, “I feel like you could be my boss, you know. Seeing as you’re an asshole too, making me die here on the floor like a common drug addict”.

Yeah, screw the fan. He was asking you out to kill you.

“I hope he fires you”.

“Fuck you”.

“Likewise”.

You throw yourself back on the floor. The movement makes your boobs giggle, and he catches himself staring at your white tank top. You didn’t wear a bra since it’s indeed still your house and it’s indeed still hot as hell.

Things have been going so much better between you two. You now bicker like you’re siblings, but you do also take walks together sometimes, mainly to get groceries, and talk about stuff. You even convinced him to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians with you, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes the drama more than you.

At work you have a new manager and she’s super nice. Her name is Mina, and you found out that she and Kirishima are engaged, even if they’re 22 like you. She’s a great worker, and you’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times with her and Momo. She’s been at the cafe for 2 months, but you feel so much better already. She throws you weird looks sometimes, like she knows something you don’t, but you pay it no mind.

The timer on your phone rings, and you jump up before throwing your whole body on Katsuki’s. He’s distracted and you get him off guard, managing to move him away. He notices your tits touching his arm.

“Hah! My turn!” you say triumphantly, positioning yourself in front of the fan. The cold air makes your nipples harden. He seems to not be able to look away.

“Awh, Katsuki, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, baby, the floor is not that bad” you snicker.

He snaps out of his trance and looks at your smirk. Baby? Did you just call him baby?

Fuck, what is he doing? The heat is getting to him. He hastily turns around and starts walking.

“Fuck off, I’m getting in the shower. You can have your fucking fan until I get out” he grunts while almost running away. He needs to have a cold shower.

“We’ll see!” you smile devilishly at him, not having noticed how he’s furiously blushing while slamming the bathroom door.

Katsuki puts his back on the door and slides to the floor. He rubs his face before staring at the obvious tent his semi is causing in his shorts.

Have you always been so hot?

He gets out of his clothes and jumps in the shower, hoping this feeling will go away once the scorching temperature of his skin gets back to normal. But after a few minutes the icy water does nothing to quell his desire, his fully standing cock a statement to that.

He curses under his breath, then wraps one of his hands on his shaft. He feels so dirty doing this, and the fact you’re one door away makes him feel even more embarrassed.

“Let’s get this fucking over with, fuck” he says to himself, pumping his member slowly.

He imagines the way your hand would feel instead of his, or your big eyes staring up at him like you did before, just that in this case you were forcing yourself not to cry while choking on his cock. His hand would be in your hair instead of on his dick, pushing your mouth snugly against his pubes. Your mouth would be hotter than the sun outside and he'd give you a reason to sweat. If you pleaded hard enough he'd fuck you too. He’d really throw you on the sofa, ripping your damn white top and sucking on your nipples. Fuck, what if you pierced them? Your tits would look so good covered in his-

He cums, grunting. "Fuck, this is the most embarrassing shit I've ever had to do to cum" he adds, whispering to himself.

He makes sure to scrub the shower wall clean before putting on the pair of grey short sweatpants he was wearing before. He decides on not to put his black compression tee on, since it’s drenched in sweat.

He exits the bathroom and finds you lying on the couch with the fan blowing directly on your face. Your eyes are closed, and the peaceful expression you're wearing makes his dick throb again.

"Oi, wanna go out? We're short on ice" he finds himself saying.

You open one eye, but when you realize he's half naked you hastily close it and throw him the pillow you were resting your head on.

"When has this become a whore house?" you scream.

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a prude. It's not like you've never seen a man naked" he scoffs, while throwing the pillow back at you.

You open your eyes again and glare at him. You know you must be as red as a tomato.

He looks so good with his hair still dripping wet. You've known that he works out, but now that you see his torso this close and with so little covering his whole body, you find yourself feeling shy. There's a particular drop of water that cascades just in the middle of his pecs, and you follow it with your eyes until it reaches his belly button.

"Earth to y/n. I know I'm hot, but stop ogling and answer my fucking question" your roommate says smirking, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You throw the same pillow you threw before right on his smiling face. "I'm coming if you're not gonna be naked!" you say, hastily going towards your room.

"But wouldn't you like it, baby?" he mocks the tone you've used with him just 30 minutes ago.

"Fuck you. I'll be there in 10" you respond, slamming your bedroom door, feeling hot and bothered.

It must be the summer.

You and Katsuki go to a store nearby to get ice.

“When is the landlord gonna repair the AC?” you ask, since he was the one to make the call.

“He said he’ll come next week, probably even the next one. Said he’s on vacay or some shit” he grunts from next to you.

“I can’t survive 2 weeks like this” you whine. “Oh, you know those noodles you did the other day? The spicy ones? Want to make them for dinner today?” you change the topic, looking up at him.

He spares you a glance before smirking and saying “you just said you’re dying, you sure you wanna eat spicy things?”.

“It doesn’t matter, that’s not the question” you say, pouting.

He smirks again. “Sure. Go and take the noodles, I’ll get the vegetables. Call me when you’re finished if you can’t come back here, I know you get lost like a dumbass”.

You slap his arm. “I do not! This place is just big, asshole”. Then you turn around and march straight towards… the wrong aisle. Katsuki shakes his head. You’ll find a way. You always do, somehow.

After 10 minutes you’re still not back and you still haven’t called, so he sighs and gets his phone out.

He missed your texts from 3 minutes ago.

Y/N: Help

Y/N: I feel like a guy is following me

Y/N: I’m next to some spicy sauces, I guess

Y/N: Mom come pick me up, I’m scared

He raises an eyebrow. You’re usually too prideful to text him when you don’t find the ingredients he tells you to search for, so this situation is weird. He tries to remember where the spicy sauces are, and goes for that aisle.

Meanwhile, you were right and a creepy guy was indeed following you. He’s slim, not that tall and looks like a predator. For the past couple of minutes he’s obviously been trying to get in your pants, and you don’t know how to remove yourself from the situation.

“Come on, just give me your number. You got a boyfriend? Is this why you’re being so… spicy?” he says with a low tone of voice, walking towards you and effectively blocking you from the eyes of the people who are walking down your aisle. From outside, he just seems like he’s talking to you.

“I said I’m not interested” you repeat for what feels like the 10th time. Then you decide to lie: “and yes, I do have a boyfriend. He gets crazy when he’s jealous, I wouldn’t want to anger him if I were you”. You hope you sound confident enough.

“Awh he doesn’t have to now, baby girl. It can be our dirty little secret… I love spicy little things like you” he says seductively, touching your arm and licking his lips.

You’re just about to raise your elbow high enough to break his nose when you feel a familiar voice behind you.

“Step the fuck back before I break your fucking hand” Katsuki says to the man in front of you.

You snap your gaze to his eyes, but he’s looking at the guy with a murderous intent.

The slimy guy in front of you doesn’t let go, in fact he just strengthens the hold he has on your arm and you wince. Katsuki notices this.

The guy is definitely intimidated, but still manages to say “mind your business bro, we’re together, this is my bitch-“. But before he can finish the sentence he finds himself crashing on the sauces of the aisle.

“I said step the fuck back. I don’t like to repeat myself. Don’t ever call my girlfriend your bitch again, or next time I’m breaking your damn nose“ your roommate says while putting a hand on your small back.

He then looks down at you, and while he’s looking deep into your eyes, tells you “you good, baby?”.

You nod. You feel your knees shaking, but not because of the guy who’s currently on the floor.

Which, by the way, is now scoffing and declaring “oh so this is your crazy boyfriend? Nobody likes good guys anymore, huh”. He then stands up, adding “you were never pretty enough for me, anyway”.

Katsuki looks at him and suddenly he laughs. “You’re a pathetic ass bitch if you really believe someone like you could ever be near someone like her. You’re not a good guy, you’re an awful piece of shit who only tries to get his dick wet by forcing girls to have sex with him, and you’re obviously failing at that too. Go back to your room and rub one out on some shitty porn like you always do, fucker” he spits out. “You have 5 seconds to get out of my fucking face”.

The asshole thinks he’s joking, so he doesn’t move from his spot, but Katsuki is obviously not playing. He looks super scary, and he’s towering over the pathetic boy.

Katsuki is losing his patience. “5, 4, 3…”.

The guy gets that he’s serious and flees the scene, running with his tail between his legs.

Your roommate takes a big breath before mumbling “I hate people”. You snicker, before looking up at him. “Thank you, you know” you say smiling.

Your gratefulness blinds him, or maybe it’s just that you’re that pretty.

“You’re welcome”.

He doesn’t remove his hand from your back for the rest of your walk, and it feels so natural to be so close to him that you don’t say anything.

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lovingmattysposts · 6 months

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Mustang

"we'd make out in your mustang to radio head"

"Never thought that one day, i'd be losing you"

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: It was hard for you to be back in Boston, because Boston brought back memories you tried so hard to forget. You missed what you had here, you missed who you had here. And he was everywhere and you missed him so bad.

warnings: sooo much fluff but really sad, cursing, sadness, mentions of being turned on?? but thats the only suggestive part

i wrote this literally based on my life because I drive a mustang and love matthew sturniolo so I hope you love it too

xoxo, Autumn

I sighed as I dropped my bag into my old room, before collapsing into the bed.

I hated being home from college, but I also didn't it was a weird divide between my brain. It's filled with great memories, but also sad ones.

It just mainly make me think of the triplets, well mainly Matt. We were all really close in high school, but once I went of to college in MaryLand and they moved to L.A we drifted apart. Well that wasn't the first time.

We started to drift apart when Matt and I broke up. Neither of us took the break up well at all. We were both miserable. Obviously Nick and Chris, wanted to be their for their brother so they weren't there for me as much as I would hope.

Which now looking back it was a absolute insane thing to get angry over, it's their brother, they were going to support him no matter what. But i was young and I was hurt so I took my emotions from the breakup and pushed it on Nick and Chris for not being there for me.

The breakup was mutual, and not in the oh-he-broke-up-with-me-and-im-too-embarrassed-to-admit-it "mutual breakup". No, it was genuinally mutual. We both were in love deeply with one another and neither of us wanted to breakup at all.

One stupid fight over how we were going to work coast-to-coast and that was it. It was weird really. A really weird feeling when one minute you're in love and the next minute one stupid fight and it makes everything change.

We were just two scared teenagers who were too prideful to admit they were scared to lose one another to life. Living without Matt was a hard thing to grasp, because I never thought there would be a time where we weren't together.

I guess I got over it or at least tried to when I went off to college. I went on dates, kissed a few boys, even hooked up with one. But there was always a voice in the back of my head screaming "they aren't Matt"

It was weird kind of breakup. After the final goodbye that night, we never spoke again. Even living in the same city for three months after that until I went of to college and he moved to LA, we didn't speak once. And we hadn't in three years.

I forced myself not to check what he was doing, literally throwing my phone across my dorm room, just so I wouldn't check. It was hard since his entire life was online. Mine wasn't. It was easy for him to forget. It wasn't for me.

It really is hard to remember what their lips feel like when you kiss them for the last time and don't even know it.

Even three years after the breakup, every time I come to Boston I think of him. There were picture of him and I still plastered on my photo wall in my bedroom, I still haven't gotten the courage to take them down. I still had one of his shirts that was tucked away in my "stay home clothes" and I haven't taken it out since.

I especially think of him when I'm driving around in my Mustang. Since I didn't register it to my college, I left it at home along with all of the memories inside of it that I think of every time I get behind the wheel of that damn Mustang.

I just needed to go on a drive. To clear my head and to get my mind off my high school boyfriend. I stood up walking out of my brother and mumbling a quick bye to my parents and walking outside to the cold air.

I took my keys out of my sweatshirt and unlocked the car, pulling on the handle but pausing as I felt a memory wash over me.

"Matt" I giggled trying to push him off of me. He smiled against my neck and attempted to pin my arms down. "Whattt?" He smiled as his lips attached to my neck and then up to my face, kissing me softly.

I put my hands on his face as we kissed slowly, before pushing him back slightly. He was fully leaned over the entire middle consul, on top of me.

"Matt we have to go inside" I smiled looking at my boyfriend as he smiled stupidly at me, looking only down at my lips as I spoke. "Hmm hm" He hummed finally looking up at my eyes, his eyelids hooded. I don't know if it was from how early it was or from the kiss.

"Did you hear a word I said?" I giggled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. "Nope" He smiled against my lips catching mine in a kiss again. I smiled as we kissed, as if it were the first time we had ever kissed. Butterflies filling my stomach as he rubbed his thumb back and forth against me, as we kissed.

I knew really believed in love before I met Matthew Sturniolo. I thought the books were stupid, the movies were unrealistic, and the couples in love around us were just going to end up hurt or cheated on. Because that was all I had ever known, that was before a blue eyes lacrosse player passed me in the hallway and we made eye-contact for a little too long.

I never believed in love at first sight either until that day. I thought it was cheesy, and terribly inaccurate, but something inside of me told me that boy would be in my life for a longgg time.

He pulled away from the kiss and brought his hands up to my face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth against my cheeks smiling down at me in adoration.

I never saw myself as a romantic either. Kind of kept to myself, was sarcastic and thought I would die before talking to a man in a baby voice, and a part of me thinks everyone thinks that way before they find their first love. Well in this case, the love of my life. There wouldn't be a minute for the rest of my life where I didn't love Matt.

"I love you" He whispered, leaning down and kissing my nose, making me giggle. He sighed leaning down against my shoulder and running his hand over my steering wheel. "And I love your car" he sighed, making me roll my eyes. "Sometimes I feel like you only like me for my car" I joked making him lift his head and furrow his eyebrows.

"What no, you're the love of my life. The car is just a plus to dating you" He said shaking his head. It was embarrassing the effect his words had on my physical being. I blushed, making him smile.

"I like when I make you blush" He smiled leaning down and kissing me again. The other plus to dating Matt, other than simply everything about him, was his lips. Oh my God, his lips. They were perfect and boy did that boy know how to kiss.

I honestly didn't know kissing someone was suppose to be enjoyable before kissing him. I could fall asleep kissing him. If my lips could be on his ever second of everyday, they would be. He quite literally changed my world.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me hum against him deepening the kiss. He smiled as he kissed me harder. There was a hard knock against my window, causing Matt to jump off of me, due to the loud noise. He looked behind me, since my back was against the door. He sighed and sat back in the passenger seat.

I turned around seeing his brothers standing next to my car. I rolled down the window and they both leaned down poking their heads into the car.

"Jesus do you two ever come up for air?" Chris said looking between us making me smile and look down at my lap. "Seriously the whole school yard just saw you two suffocating each other with your mouths" Nick shook his head. Matt laughed and shook his head, looking over at me.

"I'm getting your windows tinted for Christmas" He said shaking his head. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Nick and Chris. "Do you guys need something?" I asked looking between two of my best friends. "Yeah dumbass, School's about to start" Chris said motioning to everyone walking inside.

"But it's coldd outside, and it's so warm in here" I sighed, leaning towards Matt. Matt pouted looking at his brothers and wrapped his arms around me.

"If you miss another class, you're benched at the next game Matthew" his brother said unimpressed. Matt sighed letting me go. I leaned back up in my seat.

I looked over to Matt who looked at me and then to his brothers. "Yeah yeah, just give us a minute" He said leaning over and starting to roll up the window, making me shake my head.

"You two are gross!" Nick yelled as he walked away. "Her lips will still be there after first period Matt!" Chris yelled as the window close. I laughed and shook my head, before Matt turned my head capturing my lips in his again. I fell into the kiss again so easily before pushing him slightly.

"Matt, we have to go. I can't miss first period again" I sighed as I looked into his blue eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine" He breathed leaning back over, grabbing his bag off the floor in front of me. I giggled at his frustrated demeanour.

"Wait" I smiled making him look up as I reached over grabbing his shirt connecting our lips again. He smiled against me as he dropped his bag again, bringing his hand up to cup my face again. I pulled away as he kissed me deeper.

"Okay, Okay, we have to go" I said shaking my head, trying to shake the redness in my face. I turned off the car and grabbed my keys.

"Wait, we have to wait a second" He breathed making me glance over at him as he groaned leaning his head back against the chair, attempting to adjust his shorts. I looked down noticing the tent in his pants.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" I said raising my eyebrows. He glanced over at me, smirking. "I can't help what you do to be y/n" he laughed. I shook my head smiling and looked out the window.

He was going to be the death of me.

I shook my head, dropping my smile at the memory and climbed into my car, turning it on and immediatley turning on the heat to wipe away the goosebumps on my legs.

I sighed as I pulled out of my house and pulled out onto the road. Clear my head. Just clear my head. But everything about this car screamed Matt.

I looked over at the empty passenger seat and sighed. Physically seeing Matt there in my mind, but he wasn't. He was thousands of miles away not thinking about me.

As i drove around my empty town, playing song after song trying to make myself feel better, made it worse. I felt pathetic. Thinking about my ex-boyfriend of three years ago, wasn't good. Why was I still thinking about him.

I tried to convince myself it was just because I was here in Boston, in this car, but another part of my brain reminded me that I promised to him and to myself that I would always love him. I hated myself because I stuck to my word. That's why I didn't reach out after the breakup, because I said that if was better if we both just tried to move on. That we had to move on and we wouldn't if we were still in contact.

It's when he agreed to it was when the reality of my words set into me like a ton of bricks. The amount of times I wanted to show up at his front door step, telling him I was wrong. That I couldn't live without him. That we were stupid for ever thinking our breakup was what we both needed. But I never did, and he never showed up at my door either.

I guess a part of me moved on, or maybe my brain just convinced me that I did. I don't feel like I did, because there was never another Matt. All these boys i've met, it was hard to even picture them to be the same species as Matthew Sturniolo, because they were cold, hard, mean, assholes. Matt was sweet, kind, loving, and tender hearted. To put them in the same category as him would just be an insult to Matt.

So I waited until someone like Matthew Sturniolo came along. I've waited three years and I've not met one other soul like him. It wasn't fair.

I sighed. I needed to go home, take a hot shower, and stop torturing myself. I pulled around, driving back towards my house, trying to erase every single thing i've thought about on this long miserable drive. Once I stepped out of this car, I wasn't going to think about him again.

I was going to turn off this car and open the door and leave all my feelings and hopes for Matt inside of it because It wasn't fair to myself. I needed to let go.

I turned into my neighborhood and pulled up to my driveway, driving in. I parked the car and took a deep breathe, rubbing my hands over my face. I sighed, turning off the car and opening the door.

If it was meant to be it will be, at least that's what the poets say. But then again aren't all poets just people writing about what they think love is? Not the actual reality of it? They don't write about the breakups or the hard times, they talk about the falling. The feeling of being in love. Something so strong it could kill a person, that part I guess now I believed to be true. So maybe all poets are idiots.

I swallowed shaking my thoughts before opening my door and stepping out before looking back inside, and taking a deep breath closing my eyes before I shut it finally.

That was it. Now those were just memories. That's all they can be and thats all i'll allow them to be. From here on out I wasn't going to tourtue myself. From here on out not one more thought would cross my brain thinking about-

I froze.

"Matt?"

Standing there.

Right there.

In front of me.

My feet froze.

He stood tall in front of me, black hoodie, black pants and small scruff lining his jawline. His eyes as blue as ever and his hair still as floppy as I remembered, just a little longer. I blinked, frozen in time. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would have collaspted right then and there.

"Y/n" He spoke finally. My lips parted slightly as I stood in front of the boy that I loved all those years ago. The boy I just spent the last hour killing my mind over.

He licked his lips looking down at me with an expression I couldn't understand. "W-What are you doing here?" I breathed, barley blinking staring up at him. He let out a breath as he looked at me pulling his hands out of the pockets of his sweatshirt.

"I-I was in town and I-" I stopped as he looked down at me. I stared up at him waiting for his explanation. "I don't know I just kind of came over here. I didn't really have a plan. I don't know what to say, but I just started walking and I ended up here" He breathed, seeing his breath come out in a vapor in the coldness of the air around us. Making it real. He was there.

I blinked at him. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it, not knowing what to say. I honestly wanted to look up at the sky and wish for a million dollars and see if that would come walking up to my house too. But no. This was more of a shock than if that happened.

"I know-" He shook his head. "I know this is probably a lot for you, and I can leave if you don't want to see me and I know that showing up here after three years is so shitty so I understand if-" He spoke but I cut him off stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso, leaning my head against his chest, holding him tightly. This was real.

I let out a breath for what felt like the first time in three years. He paused for a second, suprized from the sudden embrace, before wrapping his arms around me just as tightly, leaning his head against the top of mine. I closed my eyes thinking If i ever let go he would dissapear and I would wake up from my dream.

"Matt" I breathed again. He let out a deep breath. "Y/n" He stated again. We sat there for a long time, just holding each other like speaking three years worth of words, without actually talking.

I pulled back looking up at him. He smiled down at me, tears in his eyes and tears in mine.

"How's LA?" I smiled, my eyes full of tears. He chuckled hanging his head breifly before looking back up at me. "It's not Boston" He shook his head. I chuckled, wiping the bottom of my eyes. I nodded just smiling up at him.

"I missed you" He shook his head, biting his lips as it quivered due to the tears threatening to spill. I shook my head looking down as I let out a breath. I leaned up wiping his tears with my thumb.

"I missed you sweet boy" I whispered as a tear ran down my face. He reached up, wiping it. I swallowed.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He whispered smiling through his tears. I laughed handing my head before shaking it. He smiled. "Thank God" He breathed before leaning down and kissing me passionatly. I smiled as we kissed, tasting the tears between us.

He reached down wrapping his hands under my waist pulling our bodies together as I held his face in my hands. I couldn't believe this was real. His lips were exactly how I remembered, as If not a single day had passed between us.

I pulled back, but didn't move away from him, as I looked into his eyes, soothing his cheek.

"I miss you too" I breathed, he smiled. I laughed through my tears, leaning my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and we sat there.

All of the sudden a car came racing up to my house, before slamming on the breaks. I looked up at Matt, who sighed closing his eyes. I turned as I heard the slamming of car doors.

Nick and Chris emerged from the car before sighing when they saw us. Matt's grip didn't loosen on me, like if he let go he'd be afraid I would run away. Little did he know I wasn't moving away from him even if he pushed me off of him.

"Matt you scared the shit out of us" Chris shook his head as he walked up to us. I looked up at Matt, who didn't look fazed by his brothers whatsoever. I looked back seeing Nick coming around the otherside of the car.

"Thank God you're okay" Chris said making it up to us. Nick walked over. "You can't just take off and not tell us where you're going without your phone" Nick shook his head.

"Guys i'm fine" Matt reassured them. He looked down at me. "I'm better than fine" He whispered looking down at me in his arms. I smiled up at him.

"We thought you'd be here" Nick sighed looking over at us. I smiled looking over at Nick and Chris. They looked like them, but older. Kind of like Matt. Chris's hair was longer and Nick was blonde.

I smiled leaning my head against Matt, both of our arms still wrapped in one another. Nick sighed shaking his head.

"Alright, you guys will still be alive when you let go. Now y/n come over here and give me a hug" Nick smiled. I looked up at Matt smiling before finally dropping my arms and walking over to Nick, hugging him. He sighed against me.

"Missed you" He mumbled. "I miss you guys so much" I said looking over to Chris before opening my arms in offer for him to join the hug. He rolled his eyes smiling before joining Nick and I.

"Missed you kid" He mumbled squeezing us.

"Alright. Alright, get off her" Matt said walking up to us, before pulling me against him again. I laughed and shook my head at him. Still now, he only wanted me to himself and I could have melted.

"Will you come home now? Mom hasn't seen you yet" Chris shook his head. Matt let out a breath before looking down at me. I smiled up at him.

"Yeah, but there's something we have to do first" He explained looking up at his brothers. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Matt. He looked towards the car.

"Can we go for a drive?"

I looked over at my mustang before smiling up at him. "Please?" I said letting out a breath. He smiled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. He grabbed my hand as he pulled me towards the car.

WOW I LITERALLY CRIED MULTIPLE TIMES WHILE WRITING THIS. hope you guys did too🥹

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bobby-r2d2-floyd · 1 year

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The Nanny part 2

note: here's part two to the nanny! i'm hopefully going to try and start to get longer pieces out soon, i'm still trying to get back into the swing of writing fics again.

warnings: mentioned of parental death

trigger warning: one sentence in the fourth paragraph that talks about school shooting, but no violence actually occurs.

word count: 1.6k (sorry it's short, between yesterday and today i've had a headache that wouldn't go away :( )

no beta again, we die like men

inspired by: @roosterforme

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You just moved to California, wanting a change from the cold Vermont air and where better to stay than with your aunt, Penny Benjamin. Penny was your mom’s sister, an unfortunate accident in 1999 took your mother and your father, you were 10 years old. Penny was more than willing to take in her only niece, even if it meant having you relocate to Virginia with her.

Years had passed and Penny had done all but adopt you, she called you her daughter when people asked, made all your appointments for you until you were old enough to make your own, she helped you with boys, and then girls, when you came out to her. She held you while you cried over your first real heartbreak, she taught you all about your period and safe sex. She made you feel comfortable, like you could go to her with any problem that you had, and she would fix it for you.

Maybe it also helped that your grandfather was an admiral in the United States Navy, but that’s beside the point, Penny Benjamin took care of you when you had no one once, and she was more than happy to do it again.

Being a teacher, especially in today’s world, is hard. You had to worry about whether or not your school was going to fall victim to the next mass shooting, if you could keep your kids safe in an environment where the legislators didn’t care. It was a hard choice to make, leaving the school system, because you knew that they were already understaffed, and that there were no qualified substitute teachers available to take over your position… but between the abuse from your principal, the students, and the entitled parents? You were done.

You at least waited until the end of the school year before packing it all up and moving west. It was a sad goodbye with all the students you had loved but for your sanity, it was what you needed to do.

Penny had an open bedroom, and Amelia was thrilled to be living with you again, mainly so you can help her on her homework, and of course you were happy to see Penny and Pete back together. You always loved having him around when you were a kid, and it really did feel like your relationship with him never waivered, even though you only texted each other for holidays and birthdays after the last time he and Penny “broke up”.

You were laying on the couch scrolling through your phone, not paying attention to whatever it was Amelia had put on the tv when Penny walked in after her short shift at the bar; it was a slow weekend and Jimmy had it plenty under control.

“Hey, so I might have told one of the guys Pete works with that you’d be willing to nanny for him.” Penny says as soon as she walks in.

“Are you talking to me?” Amelia asks, not looking away from the tv and Penny laughs.

“No, your sister.”

That catches your attention and you groan.

“I don’t want to nanny some old admiral’s bratty kids.” you say as you sit up and Penny sits next to you.

“He isn’t an old admiral with bratty kids, he’s 35, the same age as Bradley, and he literally just had an infant dropped off on his front porch today.” she tells you and you look over at her. “He needs a lot of help, and you would be perfect for the job. Aside from working at the bar you’re never doing anything.” she shrugs and steals some of the popcorn that was on the table and you look at her with your mouth open.

“Okay, first off. Rude. Secondly, I do plenty of stuff!”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Uh, I help Amelia with her homework.”

“And you can help her while also helping Jake out with his daughter.” Penny says and you sigh.

“Fine.” you grumble and head into the kitchen, “do you eat yet, Pen?”

“Yeah, Pete brought me food to the bar.”

“Don’t you… serve food at the bar too?”

“Not sushi.”

You spend the next three weeks waiting to meet this Jake guy. Sure you knew of him, but you didn’t want to be persuaded by the ‘Hangman’ persona that he had before becoming a dad. Sure people don’t just change overnight, so you’re sure he still has quite the mouth and attitude, especially if this baby is keeping him up at night.

You opened the bar early and the members of the Dagger Squad slowly filtered in. Bob was sitting at the bar with you while you were getting bottles ready, he was telling you a story from when he was a kid on his family’s farm and he was chasing down pigs and slipped and fell in the mud when the bell above the door rang.

Looking over, you see a man you don’t recognize carrying a little baby in the cutest little dress you’ve ever seen, a diaper bag slung over his other shoulder. You shoot him a smile as he walks up to the bar.

“Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.” you say as you wipe a rag over the bar top, cleaning up some of the iced tea that Bob spilled. “You must be Jake?”

This new man smiles at you and nods, “Yes ma’am.” he says, setting the diaper bag on a barstool.

You watch his muscles flex as he shifts his daughter from one side to the other to give his arm a break and he catches you staring at her. “This is Avery.” he turns so you can see the little girl’s face and you let out a gentle little coo.

“Oh look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little girl.” you say, talking in a voice that has her laughing and reaching out for you. You take her from Jake without even hesitating and she plays with the fingerprint pendants of your parents that you have hanging around your neck.

Since the bar is still technically closed for another hour and a half, you make your way out from behind the bar and take a seat on the stool next to Bob who smiles at the little girl, pulling away as she tries to reach for his glasses but isn’t quick enough as she rubs her chubby fingers over his lenses.

You and Jake just laugh at her antics and at poor Bob who is left with baby drool covered glasses for the time being, but even he can’t stay mad at little Avery. She looks up at you, blue-green eyes bright as she smiles her little gummy smile and laughs along with the two of you.

Jake can’t believe how comfortable Avery already is with you, it took days for her to warm up to anyone aside from Penny; she still doesn’t like Rooster but Jake believes it's a hundred percent because of his mustache. Normally he’s nervous when she’s around strangers of any kind, even her own doctor when she first saw the woman, but with you he’s oddly… comfortable.

Begrudgingly you hand Avery back to Jake, you have to open the bar in 20 minutes and you’re already way behind but thankfully Bradley volunteers to help you get ready. You’re standing next to him slicing limes as he cuts up some oranges.

“You know, she’s never taken to someone that fast before.” he says, making sure the slices are relatively uniform.

“It’s because I’m a woman.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“No, seriously. Penny was a given because she’s just the best, but Phoenix? Bob? She only just started to get along with them, and those two are the best people in this entire squad. It even took her a bit to warm up to Hangman and he’s her dad.” Rooster says, stealing an orange slice that he cut too thin before taking a beer from the fridge under the counter and walking away.”

“You have to pay for that!”

“Put it on my tab, Rings!” he calls out, throwing a wink over his shoulder and you roll your eyes, opening a tab for him before going over to the window and flipping the ‘open’ sign on.

You’re about halfway through your shift when Jake walks up to you, Avery sleeping against him despite the volume of the bar.

“Hey, headed home?” you ask, taking the top off of a few beers before handing them to the patron that was waiting.

“Yeah, figured she would prefer to sleep in her bed tonight than on the pool table.” he jokes and you give a gentle laugh.

“Yeah, probably.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out this weekend? Talk about what Pen offered? If-if you still think you can help me out?” he chews his lip a little, nervous for you to say you’re not interested.

“Yeah! Definitely, uh… here,” you grab a napkin and write your number down with a little cartoon drawing of a circle with a ring around it, how you always signed your nickname. “I’m off on Saturday and Penny isn’t opening on Sunday since it’s going to be such a hot night, she wants us to be off so I’ll be free whenever on both days.” you tell him and he tucks the napkin in his pocket with his phone.

“I’ll text you on Saturday? I can pick you up? Or I mean-” you cut him off with a laugh.

“You can pick me up, I assume you know where Penny lives?” he nods and smiles.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Great, see you on Saturday, Dad-man.” you give him a wink before turning away to go help Jimmy out with the patrons that have gathered around the bar. Jake laughs and turns around to head out, Dad-man?

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somerandommess · 1 month

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Maxiel au 1400 words

Spies? Hitman? one of them. Idk where this came from but I really want to see what happens next, sadly I’m the one who has to write what happens next. Also, the maxiel is kind of implied…imaginary, almost. Pre relationship kind of. Squint while using a magnifying glass and you’ll see it.

inspired by the adore you verse (@onboardsorasora ) literally so good.

Max walked through the hotel corridors, tapping an envelope in his hand as he went. He kept his head on a swivel mainly to check if anyone was following him, but also to keep an eye out for the room he was looking for.

Suddenly a door opened behind him and he immediately tensed, turning his head around to see who it was. A man in a grey suit walked out talking loudly into his phone. The guy paid him no mind, but he still watched as he made sure he got into the elevator and the doors closed.

A minute passed and he tried to make himself relax. He brought his shoulders down from his ears and removed his hand that, on reflex, went to his gun holster.

He hadn’t always been like this. Two years ago you wouldn’t catch him using a gun. It made things too easy. However, recent events made him pick it up again. That, and the bullet wound in his arm made him decide that he doesn’t care if guns made things easy; getting shot fucking hurt.

He shook out his arms and continued walking.

330…331…332…

He stopped infront the door.

333.

He looked down at himself, his dress shoes had flecks of blood on them and his pants were a little dusty. He frowned but decided he looked good enough. He had stolen a shirt from house keeping earlier, but threw away the nameplate.

Sorry Jerry D. , but he needed to look presentable for what he was about to do.

He knocked on the door.

No answer.

He waited and leaned closer to try and hear if anyone was moving around.

Nothing.

He knows that there’s someone in there because the front desk said they hadn’t checked out yet.

He realizes now that the front desk could have been lying.

He knocks again. This time he hears a thud and mumbling. No one opens the door.

Max has had enough of this.

“Listen I know you’re in there. I have something you want,” he hears the click of a lock, and smiles a bit, “Daniel-“

The door flies open and he’s pulled inside and thrown face first to the floor. He couldn’t catch himself as it was so unexpected and he curses himself for it.

He rolls onto his back and reaches for his gun to shoot-

The gun isn’t there. It’s being pointed in his face.

He leans back on his elbows, “Daniel”

The click of the safety goes off.

Max gulps.

Daniel is in jeans and nothing else. His chest is badly bruised (broken ribs?) and he’s sporting a black eye. He holds the gun in his left hand while the right stays at his side, his trigger and middle finger bandaged together.

With his injuries Max expects his hand to shake, it remains steady.

“Did Zak send you?” Daniel asks.

“No one sent me. I came looking for you.”

“Bullshit”

Max tries to get up, but Daniel fires a shot in the space between his legs.

“What the fuck” he scoots back till he hits the wall, “Do you know whose hotel this is? You can’t shoot me!”

Daniel scoffs, “I didn’t shoot you. I almost shot you, there’s a difference. And Toto knows I’m here, he won’t mind” he waves the gun around before sighing.

He tucks the gun into the waistband of his jeans and sits on the bed. He passes a hand through his hair and looks at the floor.

“What are you doing here Max?”

Max gets to his feet and walks over to the doorway where the envelope he was carrying fell. He picks it up and hands it to Daniel. He doesn’t take it so he rests it next to him on the bed.

“Sebastian has an offer for you. A way out… Revenge.”

Daniel takes the envelope, “Revenge? Last time I tried that they broke my jaw”

Max puts his hands in his pockets, “You won’t be the only one. Fernando went rogue, took Stroll with him. Even George left. He blew up HQ to show he was serious”

He looks at Max surprised. “Russell George…” he murmurs.

Max turns and watches Daniel through the mirror by the door. He watches as he opens the envelope and pulls the paper out halfway. He averts his eyes from the paper but he doesn’t miss the fond look Daniel gives as he reads the letter. Seb has always shown his love for Daniel in his own way.

Daniel puts the letter back and closes the envelope.

“So, what do you want revenge for?”

Max blinks, “Pardon?”

Daniel gets up and stands just behind him.

“I know why I want revenge, and I'm assuming everyone is either getting out or wants revenge. Which one is on your to-do list?”

Max turns and faces him, “You know what they say about assuming,”

Daniel hums and turns to get a shirt from his duffel on the floor. He groans as he stoops and Max wills himself to stay put.

He pulls out a blue party shirt with pineapples and struggles to put it on.

Max can’t take it anymore so he helps him get it over his head. Focusing his eyes on anywhere but Daniels exposed body. When he’s done they’re standing eye to eye and he tries to convince himself that Daniel did not just look at his lips.

Max breaks the silence, “You getting your revenge is enough for me.”

They stand there before Daniel blinks like he remembers something.

“How long ago did George blow up HQ?”

“Yesterday?”

“You think since he you know…that Toto…” he trails off and looks around the hotel room.

“Might try and kill you? Yes” Max finishes.

“We should leave”

“Yes”

They move around the room like a well oiled machine. Max gathering anything belonging to Daniel and shoving it into his suitcase, and Daniel taking note of his various IDs in his duffel.

They leave the room in a hurry, and Daniel is still shoving his feet into sneakers when they reach the stairwell.

They reach downstairs to the car park and Daniel whistles when he sees Maxs car.

Max rolls his eyes and shoves the suitcase onto the backseat with his own.

When he gets in, Daniel is running his hands on every surface.

“It’s just car Daniel”

“A very nice car. Stolen?”

“Rental” he starts it and revs it just to see Daniels reaction.

Daniel laughs and leans back. Max peels out of there with a drift.

A few minutes into the ride, Daniel takes the gun from his pants and tosses it into Maxs lap.

Max tries not to swerve, “It could have gone off!” he curses in Dutch.

“Safety was on”

Max takes the gun and puts it in between them next to the gear stick.

He takes the next left to the airport and Daniel freezes.

“I can’t exactly get on a plane right now. I have people looking for me”

Max rolls his eyes, “Everyone’s looking for you,”

Daniel tenses, “I mean more recently. They’re kind of upset that I stole from them. I can’t fly commercial”

“We’re not” Max says simply.

Daniel goes for the gun and points it at him. Max isn’t fazed.

“We’re flying private”

—-

“Since when did you get a jet?” Daniel watches in shock and awe as they pull up to the aircraft.

“It wasn’t my idea.” They both watch as the door opens and someone comes down the steps.

Max barely has time to put the vehicle into park before Daniel opens the door and steps out.

“Charlie?!”

Charles turns his head, “Daniel!”

They run and hug each other while Max rolls his eyes for what feels like the twentieth time today.

“Where have you been? Last I heard you were in Canada doing wet-work with Scotty”

“That was a year ago”

Charles sighs, “It’s been hard to keep in touch with you,”

Daniel feels guilty, and it must show because then Charles pats him on the back and shoves him up the stairs of the plane.

Max follows carrying two suitcases and a duffel bag.

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They get settled and Daniel drinks two glasses of champagne.

Charles comes back from speaking with the captain and sits across from him and Max.

“I’m sure you have questions-“

Daniel cuts him off,

“Just one for now,” he taps the window, “where are we going?”

“London” Max answers easily.

“London? What’s in London?”

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Not beta read

What’s in London? We may never know.

it’s Lewis. He’s in London and he brings them to a base, explanations happen, flashbacks. We find out- [gunshot]

I’ll stop

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jflemings · 1 month

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Hi writer, may i request hc of piper meeting her mom's arsenal teammates and aunty leah

Which national team is reader?

reader is a matilda! i know that have a lot of jessie x tillies!reader fics because unfortunately i am biased (😬 i just love my girls okay) and also, i have more insight into the auswnt dynamics which makes it easier for me to write.

headcanons under the cut! it’s a bit of a long one

- piper was only little when you’d made the move from melbourne victory to arsenal. you were 22 and she was just shy of her second birthday, so the move had initially been quite difficult.

- during the first couple of weeks you’d leave her with staff whilst you trained, not willing to put her in such a chaotic environment without making her comfortable first

- steph and caitlin would pop in regularly to see her, often sneaking off when they thought no one was paying attention to play with her

- because you’d played against your arsenal teammates before they all knew that you had a baby girl and had been absolutely ecstatic to meet her

- you were early to training one day and had set piper up in your cubby with a blanket, toys and her bottle whilst you got ready. it had been a rough morning for the both of you and you were nearing tears as you changed into your training kit

leah had walked in not expecting anybody but halted when she saw you.

she looked between you and the babbling baby before immediately setting down her stuff and coming over to you. you could tell that she was obviously a bit distressed seeing you upset so she rubbed a hand up and down your back soothingly

“rough morning?”

that’s when the waterworks broke. you hung your head and had explained everything to leah, how neither of you slept very much last night which meant that you were both frustrated this morning.

leah had listened intently whilst cooing at piper and pressing the buttons on her hot pink toy flip phone. she let you get is all out before kim walked in

immediately she was in mother hen mode. the two of them just listening and offering help whenever you needed it

- from then on out, leah had become quite a regular visit to your apartment and in turn, bonded with piper like no other.

- meeting the rest of the girls was a lot better and less tears were involved, all of them getting the opportunity to meet piper through the day

- piper meeting katie was still the funniest interaction to date because katie had forgotten that you had a kid

she had louldy busy into the change rooms, skidding to a stop because she had been running late, and stared at piper wide-eyed

“which one of youse stole a kid!?”

piper had been consumed by her think accent and looked at her puzzled whilst you stood watching the whole thing. she was clinging to caitlin’s leg and had cookie crumbs all over her mouth, her eyes never once leaving katie’s face

“katie she’s y/n’s”

“oooohhhh”

- it took a little longer for piper to warm up to katie, mainly because she couldn’t really grasp what she was saying half the time, but once she got the hang of it the two of them were inseparable.

- over the course of your first season at arsenal piper had established small groups of players that she would go to for different things.

- lotte, kim and viv were for when she got a bit too overwhelmed and needed a bit of quiet.

- she could be found with jen, katie or leah whenever you, steph or caitlin weren’t around.

- she hung out with lia and jordan when she wanted to talk, because they were the best listeners.

- steph and caitlin were often for comfort and familiarity. she would follow them around whenever she missed her nanny and poppy at home, and often found herself clinging to caitlin’s legs like a monkey.

- she kind of just… fell into beth or daan’s laps, never really seeking them out but also not being applied to hang out. beth would colour with her to get out of drills she didn’t really want to do and daan helped sneak unhealthy snacks at lunch time.

- what you weren’t expecting was for her to love manu. the goalkeeper had taken to your daughter straight away and would often keep an eye on her when training. piper was often found near the goals with her little hat and coat on, playing with her toys in the grass while manu trained. it was quite a sight.

- teammates came and went and piper adjusted to all of them fairly well.

- except for when jordan and jen left. she cried and cried and cried when she realised she wasn’t going to be seeing them everyday, even more so when jen had to break the news that she was moving to america.

jen makes the effort to call all the time, and jordan regularly texts to check in and see how things are

- kim gets referred to as captain kim or kimmy and nothing else. you know piper does it because the rest of you do it as a bit of a joke, but she also knows that kim is important to the team so she does it out of respect.

“captain kimmy can you please open my juice”

- all the arsenal girls are her aunties but only the aussies, leah and katie get the title when she refers to them.

“does auntie leah know jessie plays for chelsea?”

“can we go see auntie kyra?”

“auntie cait and auntie katie want to take me to the zoo! can i go mum? please please please”

“auntie stephy says i have to eat my carrots to get big and strong but i think she’s telling porkys”

- sabs and her got along great and the duo of manu and piper quickly became a trio.

- vic is a great listener like jordan and piper thinks her accent is funny.

- the younger players like laura, teyah, gio and laia paint piper’s nails and buy her new dress up costumes for her to wear, they always have a fashion show and tell her how pretty she is.

- emily loves to braid piper’s hair. the first time she did it you were in a meeting with jonas and your daughter didn’t have her hair done. she hat sat on the floor in front of your cubby with her hairbrush in her hand when emily came up to her

“do you need help with your hair?”

piper looked up at her wide eyed. she hadn’t really spoken to emily yet, her accent was like cloe and sabs’ but different “yes please”

“alright, i can help”

piper loved the way she looked with her dutch braids and told you as such when you came back, praising emily for how pretty she made her look.

- alessia was soft spoken and always crouched down to her height when the two of them spoke. plus she would bring her flowers sometimes, piper loves flowers.

- cloe was a bit lost at first when piper stopped her from going out onto the pitch her first training session. she had stuck her little hand out in front of her and planted her feet firmly on the ground

“you’re new”

cloe froze and looked around before realising that this must be the kid sabs talks about all the time. she nodded her head slowly “i’m cloe”

“cloe from canada?”

“cloe from canada.”

piper waved her hand “c’mon cloe from canada. come meet my mum”

- kyra needed no introduction. piper had run herself straight into the back of kyra’s legs and plonked her head

“you’ll hurt yourself doing that”

piper held her forehead “up! kyra pick me up!”

the pair of them were trouble, and after you and mini ran after kyra, harper, piper and charli all winter, you already knew what you were in for

(steph can’t catch a break)

- at the end of the day you’re just grateful that you’re raising your little girl around such a group of strong, talented women. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#pegs answers #piper’s world

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fractionallystruckout · 8 months

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Unspoken and Unequivocal

(Just in time for Tetsu's birthday, a fic about Jun's birthday. :D)

TetsuJun, established relationship, long distance relationship, birthday fluff

Tetsu visits Jun on his birthday.

Also on AO3.

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Jun stood on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building

It was cold. He rubbed his hands over his arms, grimacing against the light breeze.

He should've put on a jacket.

He hadn't thought about the weather when he rolled out of bed a few minutes earlier, staggering into the elevator in his pajamas, a Meiji University t-shirt and a pair of borrowed sweatpants. He didn't consider that, despite it being September, winter was beginning to creep in, closing in around warm fall days as cold mornings and chilly nights. He forgot how cold it could be before the sun came up, a fact he would never forget again if his sockless feet had anything to say about it.

He wasn't thinking.

It was early.

Jun had only been asleep for a few hours before the phone call woke him.

It was early.

And he was too excited.

Tetsu was coming.

Jun shifted as he glanced down the street. He dropped his hands from his arms, the thought of Tetsu's imminent arrival alone warming him against the early morning cold.

There were times when people questioned the inner workings of their relationship.

His sisters, his college teammates, even their friends from high school. They would see them together and they would ask Jun, what was it like to date someone like Tetsu? There was never malice or ill intent, more of a curiosity that Jun guessed came from a lack of imagination. People saw Tetsu and they saw his seriousness and tone and demeanor. No one ever asked if Tetsu was loyal or dedicated, traits that were easy to assume from any impression Tetsu made.

But occasionally, there were questions.

They would ask.

Was Tetsu fun?

Was he affectionate?

Was he romantic?

Jun hated those questions.

There wasn't anything wrong with the questions themselves. Jun understood why they asked those things. He'd asked himself similar questions in the first few weeks of knowing Tetsu.

But he knew the truth and the truth always made him feel flustered and embarrassed.

A noise grabbed Jun's attention, anticipation winning out over the last of his sleepiness as he heard the car before he saw it. Jun watched a simple sedan turn onto the street. Even from a distance, he knew it was Tetsu. It was too early, the neighborhood too quiet and still for it to be anyone else. He also recognized Tetsu's meticulous driving, from his use of the turn signal on an obviously empty street to his adherence to the speed limit even if it delayed their reunion by a few minutes.

His assumption was confirmed as the car approached and Tetsu came into view through the windshield. He unconsciously took a few steps forward as Tetsu pulled up to the curb and parked in front of a nearby building.

Tetsu waved once the car was securely parked and Jun broke out into a grin. He started moving again as Tetsu got out and crossed the street, carrying only a backpack and a square paper bag in one hand.

Jun hated those questions that made him feel flustered and embarrassed. He never knew how to answer them.

He would never be able to explain how Tetsu made him feel in moments like this.

Jun didn't ask Tetsu to come.

There was distance between them, a necessary physical distance as Tetsu had been contacted by a recruiter with an offer to play collegiate baseball in America. He had to go, Jun insisted. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Even an ocean away, Tetsu was being Tetsu. It was his second year in the US and he was a starter, batting sixth in the lineup, having earned his place on the field after playing mainly as designated hitter in his first season. He was nominated for a few preseason award watch lists, and there was even talk of him being considered for the MLB draft next summer.

There was distance between them but with sacrifice came rewards.

Jun picked up his pace, forgetting about the cold and the early morning hour. Tetsu lengthened his stride, his smile pushing Jun to move even faster.

Jun didn't ask Tetsu to come.

He didn't mention it. He didn't hint at it. He barely even let himself think about how this was the first of his birthdays that they would spend apart since they met.

There was distance between them.

And that meant sacrifices.

Video calls instead of dates. Daily conversations conducted through messages and emails.

Missed birthdays in exchange for career opportunities.

Except Tetsu came.

He called a week ago and told Jun he was coming.

He presented the situation as fact, not an idea or suggestion. He found the time. He arranged the trip. He flew hours across the Pacific Ocean, he rented a car and drove through the night, all so he could be with Jun on his birthday, upholding an unspoken tradition that Jun had been willing to let go.

Jun was moving at a light jog when he reached Tetsu. Momentum and excitement propelled him and he jumped into Tetsu's arms without warning. Tetsu lived up to his preseason national fielder of the year nomination, catching him easily as Jun wrapped himself around Tetsu.

"Hey," Jun said, grinning from ear to ear.

Tetsu smiled back. "Happy birthday, Jun."

Jun laughed, affection spilling out of him as he met Tetsu in a kiss. He felt Tetsu sigh into the touch of their lips, relief and contentment singing out from the press of his mouth and the grasp of his hands. Jun melted into the embrace, his hands pressing back into Tetsu's hair, held steady and strong and close in Tetsu's presence.

Was Tetsu fun?

Was he affectionate?

Was he romantic?

Jun hated those questions.

He never knew how to answer them.

It felt so obvious from the inside, looking out.

Tetsu loved him.

Wholly.

Completely.

Unequivocally.

In a fierce and quiet way that only Tetsu could love.

If that wasn't romance, then every single one of Jun's manga were wrong.

He couldn't imagine anything more romantic.

Tetsu tucked his face into Jun's neck for a moment before letting him down. Jun smiled up at him, trailing his hand down Tetsu's arm.

"What's this?" he asked, lifting Tetsu's hand and the bag it held.

"Your birthday cake," Tetsu answered.

The writing on the bag was in English, suggesting the cake had accompanied Tetsu on his international trip. Jun grabbed Tetsu by one of his backpack straps and pulled Tetsu down to kiss him again.

Because he could.

Because Tetsu came.

They lingered in the touch, Tetsu resting his forehead against Jun's.

"I brought candles too," Tetsu said.

Jun laughed. "Let's go inside," he said, unable to stop grinning. "It's cold."

Tetsu nodded in agreement.

He moved the cake bag from one hand to the other, meeting Jun, their hands finding each other when Tetsu's was free. Jun led the way to his building, tangling their fingers together as they walked.

They talked in soft voices about nothing in particular, the weather, Jun's sisters, Tetsu's flight. The topic wasn't important, only the pleasure of being able to have a conversation without screens.

It was warmer in the lobby of the building.

Jun pressed the button to call for the elevator. He watched the display blink through descending numbers, thinking about how he and Tetsu should spend their limited time together. He hadn't considered it before. He wasn't thinking.

He was too excited.

Jun turned to ask Tetsu if he wanted to go out for breakfast, his question replaced by a smile as Tetsu raised their joined hands to kiss Jun's fingers as they waited.

It was an action that made Jun feel flustered and embarrassed.

And loved.

A simple gesture.

Unspoken and unequivocal.

That answered every question.

#daiya no ace #tetsujun #juntetsu #fanfic #Fitz fic #just fluff #birthday fluff

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patheticlittlemen · 1 year

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ALL ABOUT ME

[Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader]

Chapter 5- But You're Holding Me Back

Words: 1775

Warnings: None

As you expected, you wake up with your neck hurting. You drag yourself to the kitchen where you manage to eat a pop tart and take some Advil. The apartment is so quiet and sadness weighs heavy on your shoulders, but at the same time, you feel sort of free.

Rick was never the kind of person you envisioned yourself being with. He found you at the worst point of your life and took advantage of that. You’re honestly glad he cheated, so you could come to your senses and have an excuse to leave him. The sadness you feel isn’t about Rick specifically, mainly just the thought of such a big change and the loss of a big part of your life.

You start walking to your bedroom where you left clothes to change into when you hear a knock at the door. Confused, you look at your phone and realize it’s already 11. As much as you don’t want Kurt to see you in this state, you also don’t want him to stand outside while you change. You hesitantly approach the door and look out of the peephole, seeing that it is Kurt. You sigh and open the door, seeing Kurt smiling. Trying your hardest to genuinely smile, you give up and move aside to let Kurt in.

“Hey, sorry I’m not ready. I overslept a bit.” You say, dryly laughing.

“That’s no problem! I can start getting things down to the car while you get dressed.” Kurt says, already reaching down to grab a box. You nod and walk to the bedroom.

After putting clothes on and brushing your teeth, you walk into the living room to see that Kurt had already brought the two medium boxes down to his car. He returns as you’re putting the last of your things into a backpack.

“Hey, thank you so much for this. I owe you one.” You say, putting the backpack on.

“Yeah, of course! I’m always here to help.” Kurt bends down to pick up the larger box but fails to get a good hold of it. When he finally figures out where to put his hands, he struggles to lift it up, which makes you laugh a little because the box is not that heavy.

“Here, let me show you. You gotta lift with your legs, not your back. I’ll help you carry this out.” You say, stepping forward but Kurt holds a hand up, stopping you.

“N-no, I got it. Don’t worry.” He looks up at you as he once again struggles to lift the box. He manages to get it a few inches off the floor but starts leaning over and you run over, managing to stop him and the box from crashing to the floor.

“Kurt, let me help you.” You say a bit forcefully. Kurt looks at you a bit surprised but nods, letting you lead.

You walk to the car in silence, shuffling all the way there. The box was feeling heavier the longer you walked but at least your apartment isn’t far from the entrance. You and Kurt set the box in his trunk, with Kurt breathing pretty hard after. Either he’s super weak or he has asthma, you think. Or both.

Still silent, you walk back into the building and push the up button on the elevator. Kurt bounces on his toes and you feel the same sadness from last night come over you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Kurt says, breaking the silence. You turn to him and tiredly nod.

“I don’t want to intrude or anything but why are you moving out?” Kurt asks and you take a deep breath. “If you don’t want to answer that’s f-“

“Rick and I broke up.” You say, emotionless. Kurt’s eyes widen and he seems a bit too happy with that answer.

“O-oh, I’m sorry.” You nod and Kurt is quiet for a moment as the elevator dings and you walk in.

“Why did you break up?” He blurts. You look at him, just feeling exhausted. You’re incredibly grateful for him helping you but all you want right now is to be alone and cry.

“He cheated.”

“Oh wow. Well, he sucks. There are so many better guys out there, you’ll find someone soon.” You nod and rub your eyes, yawning. The elevator reaches your floor and you walk out quickly, hoping to avoid more questions from Kurt.

You do one more walkthrough of the apartment, making sure you got everything. Kurt follows behind you as you make your way through all the rooms, confident that you had gotten everything.

“I think that’s all.” You say and Kurt nods. Making sure to leave your key on the kitchen counter, you lock the door and close it behind you. It’s such a nice apartment, you’re sad to be leaving but at this point, you’ve come to terms with having to start over.

Once again you speed walk to the elevator, pressing the button and entering with Kurt right behind you.

“So-“ You barely let Kurt get a word in before stopping him.

“I don’t wanna talk right now.” You say abruptly. Kurt lets out a quiet “sorry” and you reach the first floor, walking out of the apartment. You make your way to his car, climbing into the passenger seat as he starts it.

You stare out of the window as Kurt pulls out of your apartment complex. You hope this is the last time you ever have to see this place.

“Do you want to play music?” Kurt asks.

“No thanks.” You say, trying to hold back the tears you managed to keep at bay before. Kurt taps on his phone and you hear music quietly play through his speakers.

“You can turn it up if y-“ Kurt’s sentence trails off as you quickly reach over and turn up the music, hoping to avoid more conversation and probing questions.

Luckily the car ride is pretty quiet, with Yung Gravy and popular tiktok songs playing. Most of it isn’t really your style but it just makes so much sense for Kurt. You manage to zone out until you hear Kurt humming along to a familiar intro. Furrowing your brows, you struggle to place the tune until you hear the first line.

“Is this Doja Cat?” You say, turning to Kurt, who smiles.

“Yeah! It’s Freak, I love this song.” He continues to quietly sing along as your attempt to hide tears turns into trying to hide giggles. It doesn’t help that Kurt’s murmuring turns into singing, and he clearly knows every word. Your shoulders are shaking and tears form in your eyes from trying so hard not to laugh. You gotta give Kurt credit though, he is very into this song.

You lose it when Kurt gets further into the first verse, namely when he says “daddy I want it faster”. Not able to hold it back, you let out a laugh and when Kurt trails off and looks at you concerned, you laugh even harder.

“Oh my god I…” you try to catch your breath and wipe tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry, I just…wasn't expecting that.”

Kurt relaxes and laughs along with you until you are finally able to calm yourself and breathe. His eyes dart over to you a couple of times before he clears his throat and speaks.

“I’m kind of a freak myself, you know.” He says awkwardly and you lose it again. You are laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt, and Kurt nervously giggles.

“Kurt, you are so fucking funny.” Whether intentional or not, Kurt managed to entirely change your mood and the recent breakup is the farthest thing from your mind.

“Y…yeah. I mean, I’m not kidding…” Kurt says the last part so quietly you doubt you even heard it. You turn to face him and he has a slight flush on his cheeks, confirming what you heard.

“Hey man, no shame. Me too.” You say casually, despite the complete truth of the statement. Rick never liked to diverge from what he enjoyed and when you managed to convince him to do something you wanted, he clearly hated every second. You’ve never had a chance to really explore your sexuality and kinks but you were sure glad to have a chance now.

“Cool.” Kurt says.

It’s quiet for a second when Kurt decides to divulge more details than necessary.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve kissed tons of people. Girls, I mean girls. And I’ve had sex, like, tons of times.” Kurt says. You knew he was lying, but you weren’t about to call him out on that.

“That’s great. No surprise you get a ton of bitches.” You say, turning back to look out the window.

“Well, I don’t like to call them bitches. They were all wonderful women that I respect.” He says, fully serious. You hold back a cackle and just nod.

“You’re such a gentleman, Kurt.”

“Momma raised me right.” He jokes as he pulls up to Nellie’s apartment and your new home for the time.

You and Kurt bring the boxes upstairs, silent like before but it feels different this time. Nellie’s apartment is a lot smaller than your old one, but rent is significantly cheaper so you don’t mind.

“Again, thank you so much for this. You’re awesome.” You say, smiling at Kurt. In your tired and overwhelmed state, something takes over for a second and you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on Kurt’s cheek. You’re just as surprised as he is but manage to hide it better while his cheeks flush and his eyes widen.

“I’ll see you around?” You say, hoping to get Kurt out before you make any more impulsive moves.

“Yeah…yeah, for sure.” He nods eagerly. You smile and walk with him to the door, waving at him as he leaves and shuts the door.

Almost instantly, the crushing sadness you managed to keep at bay comes rushing back, along with intense fear. Although you found a place to stay, you have no idea where to go from here. Tears stream down your face and you collapse as you think about what is to come. Having to talk to Rick about the apartment, rebuilding your life, and being on your own. It all overwhelms you as your cries turn to full-body sobs and you wrap your arms around your knees.

You’re brought out of your breakdown as you hear Kurt calling for you from the door.

“Hey, I forgot to give this to you…“ He trails off as he enters the room and sees you.

“Y/N?”

#Kurt Kunkle #Kurt Kunkle x reader #kurtsworld96 #spree 2020 #spree

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choupiee · 1 year

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Ninjago movie verse headcanons Pt. 3 (Maybe a bit chaotic, might be my last one, who knows?)

- Zane obviously knows how to cook. He cooks very well, barely gets anything burnt or undercooked. He accidentally acts like a mom to the rest of The Skittle Squad (yes I’m calling them The Skittle Squad from now on) he also gets cooked food straight out the oven with no oven mitts. It was a jumpscare for Cole

- On the other hand, Kai is permanently banned anywhere in the kitchen. Get a glass of water? He has to beg someone else to get it for him. Getting an apple? He has to walk very slowly to get it off the bowl. Why? Because he unintentionally blows up the kitchen. Nobody knows exactly why he’s like this

- Since Jay knows how to invent stuff, he mainly did most of the blueprints for each mech, and had Zane to do it in the holidays non-stop. It wasn’t such a big deal, since Zane is a robot and has stamina. But Jay felt a bit too bad for making Zane do the work so he just forced Zane to make a plain water flavoured popsicle in his free time whilst Jay did his fair share of tinkering

- The Skittle Squad does karaoke nights. Lloyd sings pretty fine, he’s the most decent singer. Cole would most likely beat box or dance instead (they had to drag him away from the stage). You cannot not convince me that Kai forced Jay to do a Spin The Wheel and got Barbie Girl as his song and absolutely cried whilst trying his best. Zane sings like he’s speaking. It makes Cole cry. Nya does a whole K-pop performance (+ Kai because he was supposed to mock Nya behind her on the stage but they synced their moves and they look pretty good). Kai just shows up in those inflatable suits and sings a seductive song whilst pole-dancing. (He’s banned from the stage as well)

- Bonus when Kai sings but makes a commentary in the middle of the song he’s singing like, “I left all the doors unlocked when you- Okay, whose holding my dinosaur tail, let it go-”

- They all do bets. They exchange money so much that it’s a tradition (Right now Jay’s got the most money but he’s acting as if he’s broke so the others won’t turn bets towards him)

- If SnapChat was real in Ninjago, Kai would most likely take a selfie of Cole spitting out his drink with Jay’s hair on fire and the text would be like ‘Damn new hair style on 🔥🔥🔥’ (Then there’s another selfie all blurred of him on the foreground and Nya behind him chasing him to grab the phone and the text would be an unfinished message like ‘Hold on brb my sister-’

- Nya and Lloyd (obviously) do hair routines together. They would exchange shampoos, conditioner, hair tips and practise on wigs as well, the rest of the Squad thinks it’s so cute

- Meanwhile Cole suggests Jay should cut his hair by burning it (Zane almost had an urge to get a marshmallow and roast it over Jay’s head)

- Jay and Kai love (really) social media. They both type very fast and have quick comebacks. When someone posts a hate post about Lloyd, you’ll bet Kai would tell him off about how Lloyd is better than them and Jay would go over their profile and shame them for whatever they are interested in (even if it’s actually something that he thinks is decent)

- Cole did that one trend where you fake looking through the internet and find out that your friend’s celebrity has ‘died’ at the age of whatever, he did it on Nya using her hero ‘The Lady Iron Dragon’. Nya couldn’t stop crying for days

- Jay keeps his room pretty tidy. When the others (Lloyd mostly) got invited to stay at his place, they try to attempt to make everything a huge mess just to spite him (It was Kai’s idea, of course)

- They all own a group chat and spite eachother by changing their display names. Lloyd’s phone got taken from Cole and the message notification just notified Kai that his display name was changed to ‘K-Baby’ and that made him change Lloyd’s name to ‘Child Booster Seat’

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Truths and Misconceptions about Haylor part 4 - "I Wish You Would"

Taylor told GQ in 2015 that she would watch John Hughes’ movies and would think, “OK, pause, freeze frame: What’s he thinking in this moment? What’s she thinking in this moment?'” Those films helped her define her ideas of what love and romance should be. She further elaborated:

“'I Wish You Would’ is a song that I wrote with Jack Antonoff and it was the first song we ever worked on together. I think, for this song, we wanted to create a sort of John Hughes movie visual with pining and, you know, one person’s over here and misses the other person but is too prideful and won’t say it. Meanwhile this other person is here and missing the same person; they’re missing each other but not saying it. And I had this happen in my life and so I wanted to kind of narrate it in a very cinematic way where it’s like you’re seeing two scenes play out and then in the bridge you’re seeing the final scene, where it resolves itself. So it says, 'It’s a crooked love in a straight line down, makes you wanna run and hide but it makes you turn right back around.’ It kind of is like that dramatic love that’s never really quite where it needs to be and that tension it creates.”

On the Target deluxe album, she details her songwriting process through voice memos from her phone that were recorded during the beginning stages of a song: Okay so this is an idea called "I Wish You Would". It's kind of about this guy who's like, he's driving down the street at the middle of the night and he passes his ex-girlfriend's house and it's like, he thinks she hates him, but she's still in love with him, very dramatic. This track is sick, hope you like this."

Excerpt from Rolling Stone magazine: Swift won’t say much about her relationship with Styles, other than that they’re now friends. But talking to her, it seems clear that many of the songs on 1989 that are about a guy are about him. There’s “I Wish You Would,” about an ex who bought a house two blocks from hers (whom she implies was Styles). And “All You Had to Do Was Stay,” about a guy who was never willing to commit (ditto).

The person from Rolling Stone assumed it was about Harry. Someone from Rolling Stone also assumed Harry's first album was mainly about Kendall Jenner. Do Haylors believe that person? No? Why should you believe this person thinking it's about Harry then? The writers assume those things because they are the last people they are known to have dated before writing the album. It makes sense, but it doesn't make it correct.

[person at Secret Sessions] “Taylor said that she wrote ‘I Wish You Would’ a couple of months after her and Harry Styles broke up, and they decided to become friends again and she said this was the first time she had become friends with an ex, to the point where they were comfortable enough to talk about why the relationship didn’t work out. She said he told her about how, after they broke up, he bought a house literally one road adjacent to hers. Every day he would drive home, and accidentally turn into her street, and he told her how he just wanted to stop at her house and see her, but he never did. She said this song is about while he was in the car making the decision to get out the car and see her, she was sitting in her bedroom, wishing he would make the move and go back to her and just pitch up at her house. She compared it to a classic John Hughes movie where both parties want the same thing but neither has the guts to say anything. Honestly, she spoke so fondly of that relationship.” [this is from a secret sessioner and therefore it should be taken with a grain of salt]

So that story (which Haylors treat as the truest story ever told) is from a Haylor who was at a secret session. I have no idea what she said at the secret session, but she says she never reveals who her songs are about, so there's no way she would have ever said Harry's name while talking about the song. She most likely said her "ex" and the person assumed it was about Harry.

Here's a quote from Taylor in GQ: "I’ve never named names, so I feel like I still have a sense of power over what people say—even if that isn’t true, and even if I don’t have any power over what people say about me. The fact that I’ve never confirmed who those songs are about makes me feel like there is still one card I’m holding."

Taylor's words about the song: "One person’s over here and misses the other person but is too prideful and won’t say it. Meanwhile this other person is here and missing the same person; they’re missing each other but not saying it. And I had this happen in my life..." This is what happened in her life - missing each other, but not letting the other person know.

The part about someone driving by her house every day, wanting to stop in, but doesn't - meanwhile she's sitting in her bedroom wishing he would - that's the John Hughes story Taylor envisioned while writing the song - based on her and an ex (possibly Harry) missing each other.

There's no way Taylor would have given all that information and used Harry's name. On the Target deluxe album, she says: "It's kind of about this guy who's like, he's driving down the street at the middle of the night and he passes his ex-girlfriend's house." She didn't say "my ex" driving by "my house." That secret sessioner thought Taylor was talking about an autobiographical story about her and Harry, so that's how she told the story.

Also, the part where the secret sessioner said "after her and Harry Styles broke up, and they decided to become friends again and she said this was the first time she had become friends with an ex" was very interesting.

Here's an article in which Taylor talks about Taylor Lautner in 2010: The same month she released Speak Now, Swift did an interview with Glamour in which she addressed the status of their relationship post-breakup, saying, "He's one of my best friends. He's wonderful, and we'll always be close. I'm so thankful for that."

She dated Taylor Lautner and they became good friends afterwards. They broke up in December 2009, then immediately she dated John Mayer. There were rumors in February that her & John had already broken up, but not confirmed. On March 24, 2010, Taylor has lunch with Taylor Lautner. She wrote "Back to December" shortly after that. That lunch was 3 months after they broke up. Sound familiar? The secret sessioner claims Taylor said [Harry] was the first time she became friends with an ex. That they became friends a couple months after they broke up. Taylor & Harry might have also become friends a few months after their breakup. It could be true, but did Taylor forgot about her friendship with Taylor Lautner? Or was she talking about Taylor Lautner and the secret sessioner thought the story was about Harry ? Or did she outright lie?

Did an ex actually buy a house a block or two away from her house? Or was that part of the John Hughes movie part of the story? She might be talking about fictional stories, but people think she's talking about her personal life.

I think that person at the secret sessions misinterpreted what Taylor said. She remembered all these different stories, but kind of combined and rearranged everything to make a Haylor fan fiction. I don't know what happened, but as bad as Haylors want everything to be about Harry, it's not.

Just for the fun of it, let's say that secret sessioner story is true and an ex bought a house near Taylor's house and drove by everyday on his way home. There is no way it could be about Harry.

Harry never bought a house in the United States until 2014. His house in Beverly Hills that was 5 minutes from Taylor's house? He bought it February 21, 2014. She wrote "I Wish You Would" in 2013. Taylor said it was the first song she and Jack Antonoff wrote together. They also wrote "Sweeter Than Fiction" together for the movie "One Chance." The song was released Oct 21, 2013. The movie was shown at the Toronto International Film Festival on September 9th, 2013. "Sweeter Than Fiction" would have had to be written at the very latest sometime in August for it to be in the movie, and "IWYW" was written before that.

Even if he stayed at a friend's house (which defeats the whole point of buying a house a block away from Taylor's), when did he ever have time to drive by her house? I've done a bunch of research looking at Harry's schedule during 2013 (all tour rehearsals take place in the UK):

Jan 6 - Harry arrives in London from the British Virgin Islands trip

Jan 8 - rehearsals; pics of Harry

Jan 9 - rehearsals; pics of Harry at private dinner event in London

Jan 10 - rehearsals; Zayn posts pic of Harry sleeping (Taylor performing at Grammys in LA - throws shade at Harry)

Jan 11 - rehearsals; on the radio show, Nick Grimshaw calls Taylor "very animated and annoying at the Grammys last night"

Jan 13 - 1D flew to Ghana to do charity work and film for "One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks)" video and Red Nose Day

Jan 16 - 1D arrive in Japan (Jan 16-19 press/interviews)

Jan 19 - 1D performance at Japan Wonderland

Jan 20 - 1D arrive back in London

Jan 22 - pics of Harry in London

Jan 23 - pics of Harry in London; pics of 1D at Arsenal game

Jan 24 - 1D pre-record interview with 'This Morning' and have a photoshoot

Jan 26 - 1D attend NRJ awards in France (Taylor also attends)

Jan 27 - pics of Harry at Glasgow airport; pic of Harry with his friend Ellis, lots of fan pics

Jan 28 - pictures of Harry at Heathrow airport

Jan 29 - fan pictures with Harry in London

Jan 30 - pictures of Harry arriving at tour rehearsal

Jan 31 - rehearsals; pics of Harry & Louis playing football with 5SOS

Feb 1 - Nick throws 19th birthday party for Harry in London

Feb 2 - rehearsals - pics from this day posted on Feb 4

Feb 5 - rehearsals and meetings

Feb 7 - fan pics with Harry at Hurts concert in London

Feb 8 - pics of Harry shopping in London

Feb 9 - rehearsals; fan pics with Harry

Feb 11 - rehearsals; Liam tweets rehearsals are going good

Feb 13 - rehearsals; pics of Harry outside a studio in Yorkshire

Feb 14 - rehearsals; pics of Harry with Jonny Harvey and other friends & fans at Leeds uni party

Feb 15 - pics of Harry outside a studio in Yorkshire; pics of Harry at a birthday party in Manchester

Feb 16 - rehearsals in Yorkshire and head back to London; pics of Harry either in Yorkshire or London

Feb 17 - pics of Harry at an afterparty for London Fashion Week

Feb 18 - rehearsals for Brits; pics of Harry at pre-Brits Muse show

Feb 19 - pics of Harry at Brits pre-show party

Feb 20 - 1D perform at Brit Awards (Taylor also performs & disses Harry in an interview)

Feb 21 - Harry & Nick go straight to BBC radio after staying up all night at Brit after parties; Harry is on the morning show with Nick

Feb 22 - last day of TMH rehearsals

Feb 23 - TMH tour starts in London and goes through Nov 3

Feb 23 - April 20 - tour in England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland

April 23 - Harry arrives in LA during a week break from tour

April 24 - Harry with Cal at a party in LA

April 25 - pics of Harry at dinner with Rod Stewart, his wife, and daughter Kimberly

April 26 - Harry at dinner with Cal & others at Nobu, then clubbing in West Hollywood

April 27 - Harry flies to France for tour to resume in Paris (Taylor is on tour in Tampa, Cleveland, Indianapolis & Lexington during Harry's time in LA)

April 29 - May 26 - rest of European leg of tour

May 27 - boys arrive back in London

May 28 - Harry hanging out with Gemma, Lou T & Tom

June 1 - wedding of Harry's mom & Robin Twist

June 4 - Harry hanging out with Tom Adkins in London

June 6 - 1D perfume launch in London

June 7 - 1D fly to Mexico

June 8 - Aug 10 - North American leg of tour

Aug 11 - Teen Choice Awards (Both Harry & Taylor attend); Harry has dinner with Ed Sheeran

Aug 13 - Harry spotted in Malibu

Aug 15 - Harry spotted in Beverly Hills (Taylor has concert in San Diego on the 15th, LA concerts 19th - 24th)

Aug 17 - pics of Harry at LAX

Aug 18 - pics of Harry in London

Aug 19 - 22 - "This is Us" premiere and promo in London

Aug 23 - 1D on the "Today" show in NYC

Aug 24 - 1D doing interviews/promo in NYC/Harry out to dinner with Paige Reifler and Ben & Meredith Winston

Aug 25 - VMA's in NYC (Taylor throws shade at Harry again)

Aug 26 - "This is Us" premiere in NYC - Paige Reifler attends

Aug 27 - pictures of 1D boys at the airport

Aug 28 - pictures of Harry in London

Aug 29 - 1D filming something

Sep 1 & 2 - Harry in Holmes Chapel

Sept 3 - pictures of Harry at the airport

Sept 3 - Sept 11 - Harry in LA (pics with Cal Aurand and the Gerber family) (Taylor is traveling outside California on tour at this time)

Sept 12 - pics of Harry in London

Sept 14 - 17 - pics of Harry during London Fashion Week

Sept 18 - 20 - fan pics with Harry in the LA area (Taylor is on tour in Nashville)

Sept 20 - pics of Harry at LAX heading to Australia

Sept 23 - Oct 30 - Australian leg of TMH tour

"IWYW" is written by now since it was the first song they wrote together. Their second song "Sweeter Than Fiction" was released in October.

??????? When did Harry have time to drive by Taylor's house in 2013 when Taylor was there??????? During the one week in mid-August when they were both in the LA area???? When did they have time to hook-up like many Haylors think they were doing? During that one week in August? Is that when he picked her up at midnight, no headlights?

I've seen so many Haylors think Harry having a house 5 minutes away from Taylor's in Beverly Hills is 100% proof "IWYW" is about him. But again, he didn't buy that house until February 2014 and the song was written in 2013. Beverly Hills is a small suburb of LA with a population of around 32,000. It's land area totals 5.71 square miles. If any of Taylor's ex's had houses in Beverly Hills, they would've been close to Taylor as well. She also had houses in Nashville and Rhode Island at that time. Taylor also had a house about a block away from the Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port from August 2012 - early 2013.

Haylors don't realize how busy One Direction's schedules really were. A lot of Haylors think Harry just lived in LA for a few months in 2013 and drove by Taylor's house. Based on song lyrics that may or may not be about Harry and that may or may not be autobiographical. Based on assumptions, not facts.

Here is a fact. When Taylor was dating Conor Kennedy, she bought a house close to Conor's house. Sound familiar? Taylor could have been the one who drove by Conor's house after their break-up, or Conor drove by her house. Something to think about.

#haylor #haylor songs

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teenmomcentral · 10 months

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Jenelle Evans‘ 14-year-old son Jace has been reported missing.

Jace— who grew up on Teen Mom 2— was listed as a runaway on Tuesday. The Brunswick County, North Carolina, Sherriff’s Office put out an alert out on its social media pages, urging anyone who sees Jace to call 911.

“BCSO Deputies Searching for Runaway Juvenile, Jace Evans,” a post on the BCSO Facebook page reads, adding that Jace was last seen leaving his school in Leland, North Carolina, around 2:45 p.m. EST on Tuesday.

TMZ broke the story, adding that they had contacted Jenelle’s mother, Barbara Evans for more information. As The Ashley previously reported, Jenelle finally regained custody of Jace from Barbara in March. Barbara had raised the boy since he was born, but after a years-long custody battle with Jenelle, agreed to give her custody of Jace. (As The Ashley previously reported, though, the decision was mainly due to the fact that Barbara could no longer handle Jace, according to The Ashley’s sources.)

TMZ reported that Barbara said she spoke to Jace on Monday night, and all appeared to be OK. (As The Ashley told you, things on The Land have been pretty terrible over the last week or so, with Jenelle and her husband David Eason fighting and taking their battle to social media.)

Barb also claimed that she called Jenelle on Tuesday (before Jace was reported missing), but Jenelle didn’t want to talk to her.

In a statement to TMZ, Jenelle said that Jace only ran away because he got in trouble.

“As a boy mom, kids can act up and rebel as I’m sure the majority of us all once did as kids too. Jace, got in trouble at school, we decided to take his phone away and that’s when he decided to run off,” she told the site. “Jace is a good kid and we’re not dealing with anything that most families don’t deal with while raising children.

She also insisted that Jace taking off wasn’t due to her and David fighting on The Land in front of him.

“This has absolutely nothing to do with my situation with David, we do not argue in front of our children or fight in front of our kids,” Jenelle said.

“This is a teenage boy being a teenager mad that we decided to take his phone away.”

After Jace was located, David took to social media to insist that he did try to find the lad.

“Jace is fine, he has been found, everyone needs to calm down!” David wrote. “I was the first one looking for him so get off my case!”

The Ashley’s sources tell her that this is not the first time Jace has left since moving in with Jenelle. There was at least one more instance, as well as several when he lived with Barbara.

The Ashley will update this story when more info is available. Stay tuned.

UPDATE! David just posted a rant to Instagram regarding Jace.

"You want to come on here assuming all kinds of S**t about Jace… I’ve been out here running through the f**king woods for two-and-a-half hours trying to find him… I almost had a f**king heat stroke trying to find this kid. You know what they told me? ‘Go home, we have drones, we have helicopters, we have dogs, we have ATVs, dirt bikes, we’re gonna find him.’ They told me to go home and make sure he doesn’t walk in the door…

“I’m the first one that ran after his ass to try to find him…Don’t come on here trying to tell me what the fk you think is going on. Please. I do all the fking work around here, I take care of everything around here, and if you think I don’t just because of something someone might tell you when they’re mad, you’re f**king WRONG.

“And if you think you can assume some shit just because an article you seen because Barbara goes on the Internet saying something. She don’t even know what the fk she’s talking about,” David added. “You can’t fking take Barbara’s word for it, she’s selling articles for money. Gotta pay for your retirement somehow.”

#teen mom 2 #mtv #news #jenelle evans #barbara evans #david eason

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loomiskiller · 1 year

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since billy's default canon is that he raised sam, here is a secondary verse where he did not. i will hardly use this verse now that i have fully transitioned to using his new canon.

billy gets a call one night in 2015 from a very drunk christina. given that the two of them haven’t talked since running into each other at the class of 1997 woodsboro highschool reunion billy decided to drag himself back home to, it surprises him she bothered to track down his number.christina blames him for her failed marriage and he angrily asks he why she would even do that since not even sidney knew he cheated on her. she tells him sam is his kid, that she has raised his bastard child and that she ruined everything by confronting her about their affair. so, it is not only his fault, but sam’s as well. he didn’t want to believe her at first. but, he thinks back to their last year in high school and how she actively avoided him even after he broke up with sidney, which he blamed on his “trauma” from the murders. how she and her boyfriend got engaged too fast. it all started clicking in his head. christina hangs up on him and he calls her back several times. she doesn’t pick back up.

billy is extremely pissed off at christina for not only not telling him he’s sam’s dad, but for dropping this bombshell on him before hanging up on him and not answering his calls. he now looks like a child abandoner like his mom. he hates that. it literally takes all of his willpower to control his rage. he calls one last time. sam picks up this time. the two of them talk and he convinces her to let at least let him come to woodsboro so they can meet face to face. their relationship starts off slow. he does not force her to have a relationship with him, letting her get comfortable around him and letting her go at her own pace. they mainly stay in contact through phone calls and text messages. he visits her and spends time around her when she wants him to. he eventually moves back to woodsboro to be closer to her. billy tries not to overstep when it comes to parenting her because he hasn’t been around but he’s at least gonna be there for her. once sam leaves woodsboro, he leaves too. it does not take him long to figure out that tara’s attack is connected to him not only through sam’s relationship to him due to him being a “survivor” but also cause he was responsible for the original attacks.

#& we all go a little mad sometimes ( head canons )#saved #alt sam canon

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emptysighs66x · 2 years

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I haven’t been active on tumblr the past few days, but I’m going to talk about something that happened yesterday. Throwing it all under a “read more” though because slight content warning, I’m going to be discussing my previous relationship. I doubt anyone here remembers my previous relationship at this point, but there’s some things that I need to get off my chest. Trigger warning, that relationship ended on a sour note for one, and for two, it was the main cause of my PTSD diagnosis due to physical and mental abuse. If those kinds of things aren’t your cup of tea, I’d advise not reading the rest of this.

I think I broke him in a same sense that he broke me.

Before I explain that, I have to explain a lot of the story. Back in 2012, I met my previous boyfriend during my high school biology class when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore. The strange thing about that biology class was the amount of relationships that came out of it because out of twenty-three students, at least seventeen of them dated each other at some point (yes, that’s an odd number because my ex dated another girl in that class before me). He and I didn’t get together until after that semester was over, and we were together for a little over four years.

The first year was great because we were just basically learning who the other person was. That year I had my first boyfriend, my first kiss, and it was my first year of high school. We sort of understood each other to a point because we were both shy, awkward, and mainly kept to ourselves.

The second year was rougher as time moved on because I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and was trying to deal with that. He didn’t seem to understand my issues and I tried my best to explain them to him, but it just wasn’t all there. I tried to end the relationship then because I didn’t like his reaction to me dealing with all of it, but he cried and cried on the phone and I took him back. Back then, I didn’t know what gaslighting was. Now I recognize that, that was the first instance of it.

The third year was the year he graduated high school. It’s also the year that the physical abuse began. To him, I couldn’t do anything right and he made sure that I knew it. He told me I’d never find anyone better than him. He started degrading my self worth and honestly, it seemed like he thought so low of me. I believed every word he said and that’s why I didn’t try to leave then. When he went off to work that year, he texted me nonstop while I was in class to make sure that I was where I said I was even though I couldn’t drive and he got insanely possessive of me. It was also around that time that we lost our virginity to each other and then didn’t have sex for another eight months afterwards. He also laid his hands on me more than once.

The fourth year is when I broke. Not long after our three year anniversary, I graduated high school. I got my license, my first job, and I turned eighteen. I started college and worked at the same time while he just worked. I started spending the night with him and his mom and it got to a point where if we were intimate with each other, my needs weren’t getting fulfilled. I got fed up with it, and I started running my spicy blog on tumblr because all these men were giving me attention. That later led into me cheating on him multiple times with the same person, but I was so broken down that I didn’t see the error in my ways then.

The last two weeks of my relationship were the worst two weeks of my life to this day. It started with a fight between my stepmother and I that resulted in me staying with the ex and his mom for two weeks. He and I shared a small queen sized bed in his childhood bedroom that was packed to the brim with furniture, and in those two weeks he punched me in the face, covered my neck in hickies to show that I belonged to someone, almost broke my nose kicking me face first into a wall, and I died inside. I was so numb that every time he hit me, I hit back. Every time he got in my face, I was right there with him. Every time he shoved me, I tried with all my might to knock him over with the same amount of force. We were at each other’s throats.

Then I met Kevin. Kevin and I went on our first date the night after we met. I spent the entire date with my phone on silent trying to ignore my ex trying to call me asking when I was coming home. The next night, I spent the night with Kevin and lied to my ex saying that I was staying at my mom’s. That same night, I also had sex with Kevin for the first time; I had known him for three days. That night with Kevin was the final nail in the coffin of my previous relationship.

I called my ex’s mom during my lunch break at work the next day and I told her everything that had been happening between the two of us. The only details I omitted was my infidelity to her son. She told me she didn’t understand why he was treating me that way because he wasn’t raised like that and when his father had passed, he was too young to remember his father laying his hands on her. I told her that I was going to break up with him and to be prepared for the fallout because I didn’t know how he was going to react. That night when I got home, she played mediator while I told him that I was going back home the next day. His reaction was him punching his bedroom floor which proceeded to sprain his wrist and break three of his fingers. I stayed there that night so that he would calm down, and he asked me to marry him then; I told him no.

The next day, I moved my clothes that I had brought with me back to my dads. I met up with Kevin for dinner, and during my drive home that night, I knew I wanted to pursue a relationship with him. On my way home, I pulled over on the side of the road and I called my ex, and I told him that we were over and that I couldn’t do it anymore. He cried again, and this time, I put my foot down that I was through, that I was broken, and I wasn’t going to let him walk all over me any longer.

That was the end of our relationship, but it wasn’t the end of his abuse. Kevin and I were together for a few weeks, but separated due to a very long story, my ex showed up at my workplace and followed me around like a lost puppy for over two hours. He was banned from my workplace after that. When Kevin and I got back together, he sent me threatening text messages saying that Kevin and I were fucked up, that he never liked any of my friends because they couldn’t decide which gender they were (because a few of my friends are trans), and also had the girl he was dating immediately after me threaten me. I told them they were perfect for each other because of that. A month later, I found a new job and he backed me into a corner while I was outside smoking a cigarette and asked me questions about my life; he was then banned from that workplace for the entirety of the three years that I worked there. That night, he also sent friend requests to the friends that he “never liked” trying to figure out details about my life.

My last interaction with him was him texting me, telling me that I was the abuser. That I was the one who hurt him because I cheated on him. That I was the one who was possessive and controlling, and that I was gaslighting him. My final text, I called him a narcissist, told him to go to hell, and that I never wanted to speak with him again.

He then slandered my name throughout our hometown and I felt alienated. It led to me eventually moving over an hour away and only returning to family events mainly, but the rumors were so bad that my dad heard about it at work and my sister heard about it at her high school. He turned me into the monster and I didn’t even have a chance to defend myself. I never went after him unprovoked; he always started the fights and I was defending myself every time.

I’ve seen him in public a handful of times since then, but he probably doesn’t recognize me. I no longer work in cities that he frequents so I don’t worry about it much anymore and it’s been five years. I was diagnosed with PTSD not long before my 20th birthday, and even though Kevin has never raised a hand to me, I live some days in fear that one day he’ll turn around be just like my ex.

But now that I’ve told the story, let’s go back to why I wrote the post. As I said, it’s been five years. Yesterday, he showed up in my friend recommendations on facebook, and while for a long time I couldn’t stand to even look at his face (honestly still can’t some days), but I looked at his profile out of curiosity.

He just turned 25, I’m about to be 24 and in all honesty, if I hadn’t of known his age, I would have pegged him to be 30+. He really let himself go in recent years, gained some weight, just looks absolutely rough. He’s single, dated a girl for a couple of years that had a kid (which worried me thinking about how he treated me), but they’re no longer together. He still apparently lives in our hometown, but whether or not he still lives with his mother is up to question. Joined the army, which good for him I guess. Based off his pictures and how rough he looks, I’d say karma is one hell of a bitch though.

I, on the other hand, work a full time job. Kevin and I have been dating for the past five years. We’re planning on having our first child hopefully in the near future, but for now we have five cats. We have a house of our own that we pay for. While I spend a lot of days battling my mess of mental illnesses though, I feel like I’ve gotten more attractive over time. In my personal life, with Kevin’s permission, I started using my spicy tumblr blog again, I also run an OF page that has been doing fairly well. Kevin gave me freedom to express myself more and do things that I enjoy; I don’t particularly need the attention like I used to, but I still appreciate him letting express myself however I see fit in that regard.

I just look back and I know how toxic that relationship was in my life and honestly, I wish some days I could go back to not having to worry about dealing with flashbacks or episodes or nightmares in regards to that relationship. I miss who I was before, but seeing who he is now and who I am now, I think we may have left a lasting impact on each other somewhere down the line. I used our issues to better myself and to not let myself be walked all over by another man. He joined the military, but basically let himself go; he doesn’t try to keep up appearances like he used to.

Maybe he changed and doesn’t treat women like crap anymore, who knows. All I know is that I hope he never treats someone in that same regard ever again. I hope me leaving him in the manner that I did taught him a lesson at the very least, but I’m a lot happier with Kevin now than I ever was with my ex.

#mind of kayla vi #relationships #abusive relationships #history #a whole lotta words #talking about my past #tw abusive relationship #tw abuse #tw mental illness

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Do You Also Remember?

Synopsis: Harry and YN have mutual friends and they decide to meet after years.

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It was three years later that Harry and his friends were finally going to be able to see each other.

After graduation, everyone have either got married or moved to different countries. Harry have done neither of those. He stayed in London. He was going to get married but he found out his partner was cheating on him the day after he proposed which was a stinger. All his friends were finally back in London with their kids and partners for Christmas.

Three years doesn't sound like a long time, nor it felt like it has been very long but the change in everything and everyone made it feel and look like a very long time. Mainly because their Friend Group Chat was still alive like it was made yesterday. They all managed to keep it alive and still be in touch with eachother.

Harry have already met up with Niall and Louis, it was just Liam, amd Brielle left who were yet to get to London. Those were not all of his friends, there was another friend, YN.

She was youngest out of all of them but she was the one who introduced Brielle to Liam and from there everyone got into a big group. YN used to be very out going and bubbly. She knew her seniors and was friends with them actually that should say a lot about her. Plus she was very sweet and kind. But now she hardly ever talks in the group chat. It is weird to see her like that but she occasionally engages herself in conversations which no one caught on but Harry always did.

They dated for almost a year after all. But they broke up when he graduated and had to go live in Japan for half a year. None of them wanted to break up but situations were making it more and more miserable so both of them decided to call it quits on their romantic relationship. He haven't talked to her much since, or anyone from the group really.

But anyway, rest of the gang was in town and they crashed at Harry's his house was the closest to the airport and he lived alone in a huge ass house all by himself. What better way to celebrate Christmas?

Their little kids were having a great time tearing down his Christmas tree. Harry did not mind at all. He loved his tiny godchildren, he can sacrifice not one but many Christmas trees for them. Just two little lads, Bear and Freddie were enough to make a huge ruckus.

"Hey," it was Niall whining when one of the kids jumped up on him using him as their personal trampoline. Harry laughed as he helped his friends in kitchen.

"Did YN call?" Brielle enquired.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, ow—" Niall whined again but he continued talking, "she said she's got some last minute work to do so she wouldn't be able to make it tonight."

"What, she's got work during holiday?" Liam sounded surprised.

"Yeah, I think she works freelance." Maya shared, "I was talking to her the other day and she said she could like edit my pictures and stuff for me."

"Yup, and definitely makes more money than any of us." Louis laughed.

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"She's got a huge ass house, bigger than yours, she lives in with her two cats." Louis explained.

"How do you all know so much about her and I don't?" Niall gasped, "I though her and I were best friends."

"Like she ever talks to anyone of us as much as she does to you," Amelia rolled her eyes as she helped setting up the table.

"Harry why don't you call her and ask her to come over, we can wait for her." Maya suggested.

"I—you want me to call her?" He stuttered.

"Whoa Mr. Attitude, call her," Louis commented. "And didn't you two had a lovie-dovie thing back then?"

"I just— there is no point in arguing here," he sighed and grabbed his phone heading out to the living room. He called YN.

"Hello?" Her voice rang through his phone as soon as she answered his call. Honestly, Harry thought he have forgotten her voice but it was like he just talked to her yesterday.

"Hey," he started, "aren't you going to come to dinner today?"

"I, I, Uhhh— I've got some work so I really can't make it. I'm sorry but next time..." Her voice trailed off as she was done stuttering through jer guilt of turning down his dinner invite with other friends.

"Can't you like take a small break? I'm sure your boss will understand." He suggested.

"I work for myself," she chuckled, "that's why I've been putting off this, this uhhhh— project. You know how much I procrastinate."

Yeah, she never procrastinated of all he knew. All of her work in college was done two days before due date and she was one of those top students academically. She was straight up lying there and Harry caught it. He didn't wanted to push her though, if she doesn't want to come she doesn't have to.

"Oh it's okay then," he said, "but we'll be going to get breakfast tomorrow as well if you'd like to join. I'll send you the address, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agreed, "see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah," he repeated before he hang up. He texted her the place they all have decided for breakfast next day immediately.

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Harry honestly was not expecting her to show up for breakfast. She was first one to reach there before Harry, everyone else were busy getting their kids ready so Harry left early.

"Hello, goodmorning." Harry greeted her.

"Mornin'!" She chirped. He noticed a stroller with the blinds on to shade whoever was sleeping in there from sun.

"Who do we got here?" He asked sitting right in front of her.

"Oh that's, that's Tara my daughter." YN shared. "She just fell asleep."

And that made his heart shatter into tiny little pieces.

"That's an adorable name," he still smiled, "can I get a peek if you don't mind?"

"Yeah!" YN nodded and removed the blinds from the stroller. She looks just like YN as she's fast asleep, now he remembers when YN had showed him her childhood pictures and it was the same person!

"She's very adorable." Harry looked back YN.

"Thanks!" She smiled an awkward smile.

"I didn't know you had boyfriend."

"Oh no, I don't. I got married and then divorced." She shared, "what about you? I know we haven't talked in a long while."

"Yeah, pretty much the same, didn't got to get married though nor do I have a kid yet." He said.

"Oh no I'm sorry, what happened?"

"She was cheating on me, thanks to Brie she caught her on time." Harry sighed.

"Oh," was YN's awkward reaction but Harry didn't find it awkward at all. That's the truth why be awkward about it.

"What does her name mean?" He asked.

"Star. It means star." YN smiled glancing over the stroller as she noticed slightest flinch from her baby, she moved the stroller back and forth for a moment.

"She looks just like you," he complimented earning a smile sheepish from her. "What happened with you and your ex-husband?"

Just as YN was about to go on with her story she was interrupted by the rest of them arriving. Luckily both the kids were very tame today, also luckily the place wasn't crowded and they got the table big enough for all of them. They all met YN and Tara, she was up by all the ruckus everyone was making, especially Louis and Niall. They all ordered together.

"She is so adorable YN, I wanna steal her!" Brielle gushed over the little baby in YN's lap with still sleepy eyes trying to comprehend where she exactly is.

"How old is she?" Maya asked.

"She'll be one on first of February." YN shared.

"Oh, Harry you found a birthday twin!" Niall announced.

"Yeah," Harry cooed looking at the little girl now staring back at him with doe eyes. Seeing Harry smile she shied away behind her hands making everyone coo.

"We should all go to London eye I haven't been there before and then go for shopping?" Brielle suggested.

"You've been to London eye before? Did you even lived here for three years?" Liam looked very surprised.

"I was architect student Liam, I hardly got time to sleep!" Brielle rolled her eyes.

When food was served, Tara did not wanted to get off of her Mummy's lap. She was not trying to be subtle at all, stealing the strawberries from Harry's plate of pancakes. Even stealing bits of waffles from her mum's plate.

YN didn't notice Tara was actually taking from Harry's plate until he moved the dish closer to her so it is easier for her to take whatever she wanted.

"Oh Tara no," YN stopped her, "I am sorry."

"No it's alright, she's nust taking the strawberries." Harry waved her apology off offering Tara a small of strawberry himself.

"Awh! Tara hou can eat all of my food," Brielle suggested still gushing over the chunky baby in her friend's lap.

Tara was too busy stealing berries from her new friend's plate to pay mind to anyone in the room. By the end of the meal she had made a big mess of her cardigan, hands and her mouth. She looked adorable though now that she is fully awake. YN had to change her up in the car so she told everyone to go ahead and not wait for her but Harry did. Well, he had to as Niall took his car.

"Nice car by the way," Harry leaned by the closed door of passenger seat, open back door acted like a barrier.

Now Harry got the gist of how rich she actually is, with a custom Range Rover with a custom wrap on it. It would cost him a fortune but he's happy for her. He's definitely sure she has turned her dream to be an editor into her full time job. Plus she's been working since she was in college. He's very proud of her.

"Thank you," YN smiled.

"So what happened?" He asked bringing up the conversation from earlier.

"It's awkward and dumb." She shrugged.

"No it's not, I dunno what happened but it wouldn't be dumb. Awkward? Maybe yes, but mot dumb." He assured her.

"After we broke up I went back home for a week. My dumbass forgot I had fading hickeys my mother noticed." She started explaining, "they got to that I'm obviously you know, yeah, so their first instinct was to get me married before they sent me back to complete my studies. He didn't wanted me to be pregnant and have Tara, accused me that she is not his child even before she was born. So I filed for divorce which my parents did not approve of either so I ditched everyone and everything and moved back here. Had her and now we live happily here."

"I'm sorry," Harry crooned sadly, "but did you not tell your parents about me?"

"I wanted to," she glanced him for a brief moment which enough for him to know what she was implying on. She was done changing up Tara and she was now all bundled up in another cardigan, and a puffer with a frog beanie. New pair of tiny sock-shoes on her tiny feet to keep them warm. She was strapped into her car seat.

"Get in. Or are you going to walk?" YN asked.

"Oh yeah," Harry rushed and got into the passenger seat. YN caught on sudden shift in his mood and overall vibe.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, just, just—" he sighed, "I'm sorry this all happened because of me." Harry felt guilty as he was definitely the cause of those hickeys on her as they were still sleeping together a week before they called it quits for real.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about. Do you remember we ended things on good terms? So it's all fine." She assured him.

"You had to go through so much, you didn't deserve that." He looked down at his lap fiddling with his fingers.

"I got the most wonderful daughter though, that's what I like to focus on now." She smiled looking over at him once she stopped at a red light.

"Why did you stopped talking to all of us out of nowhere?" He asked, "no wait, that was a dumb question."

"I really did not get the time to. My ex-husband and in-laws were absolute assholes plus I wanted to keep working." She still explained, "and I moved back to India immediately after I graduated so the time difference was crazy."

"Mhmm I see." He nodded.

The whole ride, Tara was babbling and cooing, Harry made up random conversations with her as if they're sharing secret tea which YM was obviously not a part of.

Entire day, Tara was being way to cute and interacting with everyone, especially with Harry. He's a charmer obviously, even little babies swoon over him. For the longest she was clung to him like a koala everywhere they went. The best part for her was that Harey wasn't tired of carrying her around, as if he have four kids at home.

She was of course spoiled by her uncles and aunties everyone got her little presents and toys. Even Harry did. It was going to a pain for YN as she's definitely going to litter the house with those toys. But allas everyone went back to Harry's, cooked together and had a massive feast.

YN was last to stay with Brielle to help Harry around. But Brielle ended up leaving as her long distance boyfriend was in town. YN was just leaving too.

Harry walked her out to her car waited for her until she was done strapping a sleeping Tara into her car seat. She was definitely going to sleep tight tonight with how much she got to enjoy and crawl around and play.

"Will see you on Christmas then?" He asked.

"Yeah," YN nodded, "I take a week off so yes."

Harry nodded as he was at lost of things to say until YN closed the back door, "YN?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you also remember that we broke things off saying if we get a chance we'd get back together?" He asked.

Now this has been on his mind ever since everyone made plans to get together for Christmas. He missed her all of a sudden.

When he broke his phone and had to go back to his old one until he got a new, he found all their pictures together. Some very private, some with friends and many of them just cuddling and random videos of them fooling around all alone, especially cycling around the neighborhood late at night like maniacs.

It was probably stupid, but he had hold onto the change of them getting back together for his life. He did tried to move on but what he do when she had his whole heart with her? He was actually grateful that he never got to marry the girl he was with after her. It felt really juvenile to not be able to move on when all he used to do before he met YN was sleep around with random people, never gave committing to someone a chance. But when he did, he did not wanted to back off. Not even for his life.

"Yes, I, I do." She nodded and he looked at her with hopeful patient eyes, "but Harry I don't know if we could. I, I've got a daughter now and she's my first priority right now."

"I never wanted to be your first priority love." He shook his head, "but it's okay. At least I can make peace with myself that I made an effort to ask you."

"You're making me feel bad now." She sighed, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"You don't have to. Remember we ended on good terms," he smiled, "but my offer still stands," at this point he's just messing with her in attempt to not make her cry.

"You're hilarious?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Am I?" He smirked, "at least you still find me funny."

"God you're annoying." She groaned sniffling on her tears. "But you know Harry on a serious note, I have a baby now."

"I know, and she's as adorable as you if not." He smiled leaning on his side on YN's car, he still stood half a feet taller than her and she literally always had to look up at him when talking. "I'm not asking us to pick up where we left. Just a little date maybe? We can go get coffee or something." He casually pushed YN's hair behind her shoulder like he was used to doing all the time as he spoke, she stared at him as she thought about what he said. And to Harry she looked even more gorgeous with red tones under the skin of her cheeks and nose due to cold weather, beige beanie with a white pompom on top of her head. He gave her glasses a slight push over the bridge of her nose as he waited patiently for her answer.

"You sure you're fine with this? I come with a child now." She shrugged giving sheepish look by the choice of her own words.

"I don't mind having her in my life, she's a part of you why would I mind having her." He said casually.

"Okay."

"Okay, as in I've got a date?" He asked getting excited.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Oh god," he sighed happily and next thing she new his lips were on hers, but he was quick to pull away, "I'm sorry—" but he was cut off with YN pulling him in for another kiss slotting their lips together for longer than a kiss should last. Harry pulled away chuckled softly as he rested his forehead on hers, "I'll pick you up tomorrow by five?"

"Mhmm." YN of course agreed and was rewarded with yet another kiss from him.

Harry's got a date with YN!

N O T E :

I died a little writing this 🥺 and I kinda wanna turn into a small blurb series if y'all want me to write anything based on similar context.

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Redeeming Myself

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader

summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.

word count: 6.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰

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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.

Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.

You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.

He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.

The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.

That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.

You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.

It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”

“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.

He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.

He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.

Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.

“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”

You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.

It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.

Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.

The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.

Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.

He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.

“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”

You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?

Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.

Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.

He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.

Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.

“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”

Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.

He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.

The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.

“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”

Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.

He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.

Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”

Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”

The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.

He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.

And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.

Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.

“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”

After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.

A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.

She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.

He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.

As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.

“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.

Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.

“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”

You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.

The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.

Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.

“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”

Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.

“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.

“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”

Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”

The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.

You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.

Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.

The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.

Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!

The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.

Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.

With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.

Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.

It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.

Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.

Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.

Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.

Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.

Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”

He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.

Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.

Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”

Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.

“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”

The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.

You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.

“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”

You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”

“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”

“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.

“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”

His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”

The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.

“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.

Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”

He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.

“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”

Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.

“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”

Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.

“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.

“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”

Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.

The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”

Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.

“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”

Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.

“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”

Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.

It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.

Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.

Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.

You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.

This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.

With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.

Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.

Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.

“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.

“I love you too Chris.”

Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.

Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“You’re all mine.”

His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.

“Forever and always.”

You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.

“The love of my life.”

His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.

“My beautiful fiancé.”

You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.

“The future Mrs. Evans.”

And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”

How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”

With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.

Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.

Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.

He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.

“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”

The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.

You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”

Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.

Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.

“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.

He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.

The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.

Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.

Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.

Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”

With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.

You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.

His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”

You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.

“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”

Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.

His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”

Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.

He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”

You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.

Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.

“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”

With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.

“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.

“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”

You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.

If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.

He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.

He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.

The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.

Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”

The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.

You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.

With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.

“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”

“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”

A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.

Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.

After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.

The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.

Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.

“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”

Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.

While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.

“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”

A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”

Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.

You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.

chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)

Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.

A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”

You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.

A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.

also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.

if you enjoyed this, please make sure to reblog and comment. feedback is much appreciated !

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juxtaposition ~ eminem

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request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic “I don't know if you've seen the cat meme from "she did ballet and he was a punk" so I came up with this for an Imagine, Em and Reader go out to spend the day and there are a lot of hugs, kisses and fluff and they They are having such a good time that they do not realize that there are paparazzi and they take a lot of cute photos and one of them that goes viral on the internet is where Em is serious and hugs Reader, while she is all sweet giving kisses on his cheek. AND ADD SOMETHING MORE, LOVE THIS IMAGINE.”

“hiiii, I love your contents!! can I request a eminem x reader? reader is a softie. that's all you can do the rest. tysm!!”

description: after being caught out together, their fans start to realize that they are exact opposites and decide to make memes about it

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

They say opposites attract, but I never thought it was an actual thing. I always thought it was just a trope used in books and movies for a cute plotline. And then I started dating Marshall, who was the polar opposite to me. Publicly anyways.

Marshall’s public persona for years was that of a serious, cold rapper who liked to drop more explicates in one sentence than he probably should’ve. In private he was much sweeter than anyone would ever believe, but no one ever really saw that side of him besides the people closest to him (so mainly me). Then there was me, who was constantly a happy and positive person - in private and in public. It was like a whiplash in personalities whenever someone met the two of us together.

Going out in public was always somewhat amusing. The looks we would get when I was being all touchy feely and Marshall was his stone cold self was priceless.

On a day the two of us were out running errands, my usual desire for affection hit me suddenly. I took Marshall’s hand in mine and placed my head on his shoulder. We stumbled a little as we walked in our awkward position, which made me giggle.

“You’re gonna cause us to fall over,” Marshall teased.

“That’d be a sight,” I said with a giggle. “I’m just feelin’ all warm and fuzzy right now.”

“Don’t you always?”

I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out. His cold façade broke for just a moment as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

We stopped at a crosswalk to wait for the light to tell us we could walk. Marshall wrapped his arms around me, which surprised me because it was an unprompted public display of affection and he usually wasn’t big on that. I wasn’t about to fight it, however, and leaned into his embrace. Just before the walk signal flashed, I quickly kissed his cheek then pulled away from him to cross the street together.

It was a moment that I didn’t think too much about. Forgetting how extremely famous he is, I just thought of it as a quick moment of affection with my boyfriend while we were out running errands. Looking back, I should’ve been more aware of any potential paparazzi around us, but it was honestly the last thing on my mind.

It was Marshall’s daughter, Hailie, who made me aware that our picture had been taken. She had sent me a text with a picture attached, the message reading, “you and dad have become a meme! 😂”

It was the picture of the two of us at the crosswalk, Marshall with his arms around me and me leaning up to kiss his cheek. Of course whoever had been there had managed to catch the one moment of the most PDA that Marshall and I had ever shown. I really should not have been as surprised as I was.

Above the picture was a tweet from a fan account that read, “Em and (Y/N) really are the real life versions of that one line in Sk8er Boi”. The picture had a white bar above it with black text that included the aforementioned like from the famous Avril Lavigne song: “He was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say?”

I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I looked closer at the picture. Whoever had taken it had managed to perfectly capture Marshall’s serious looking face, while also getting in the slight smile I had on my face while I kissed his cheek. It was the perfect picture to show how polar opposites we were, while also just being funny to see Marshall looking so serious while being so sweet.

Marshall was sitting on the other side of the couch watching football as I received the message from Hailie, and my giggle caused him to look over at me and raise an eyebrow.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

I moved closer and held my phone up so he could see the image. I saw his eyes looking over the screen before he looked at me and said, “I don’t get it.”

I laughed. “It’s just a joke. It’s pointing out how different the two of us are in the image. So like you’re all serious and I’m all soft. I think it’s funny.”

I rested against him as I went on scrolling on my phone. Marshall didn’t say anything else about the image, but I could feel hid body tensing against mine. I knew he was thinking about something, and I was almost positive I knew exactly what that something was.

After nearly an hour of the silence, besides the sounds of the game coming from the screen, I tilted my head back to look up at Marshall. His eyes were staring straight forward at the TV, not making any acknowledgements that I was there at all.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.

He shrugged in response. I sat up so I could actually look at him. “Marshall? Come on, what’s up?”

He shrugged again, but this time he added, “Nothing.”

“You forget that I know when you’re thinking about something. Is it about the meme I showed you? It’s just a joke, I didn’t mean to upset you with it.”

“You didn’t upset me,” he said. “I’m just thinking.”

“That’s usually pretty dangerous,” I teased. “What about?”

He didn’t respond at first. I didn’t want to push him, so I was about to let it go, until he said, “What if I’m not right for you because we’re so different?”

It caught me so off guard that my first reaction was to laugh a little, but when I saw the serious look on Marshall’s face I realized that he was being serious.

“Look at us in that picture,” he said, nodding towards my phone. “I look like I’m almost mad to be there, but you look all happy. You should be standing next to someone who is going to mirror your happiness in pictures like that.”

“Babe, this is just your public persona. I know that you’re happy to be with me, and you’ve mirrored my happiness in plenty of pictures. You really don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Maybe you should be with someone who is genuine even out in person, not someone who has such a negative public persona.”

I sighed and cupped Marshall’s face so he would look at me. “Listen here, you are not that persona you put on for the cameras. You have your reasons for that and I understand them, but just because you put that face on when we’re out in public does not mean I deserve someone better. There’s no one better for me than you, Marshall. I adore you so much, and you are the sweetest person in the world. Don’t let something like this get to you.”

For added measure, I pulled him forward to kiss him. He smiled at me as I pulled away and put an arm around my shoulders to pull me back into his side.

“That was corny as fuck,” he said.

I laughed and playfully elbowed him in the side.

hi i know it was short i’m sorry i hope you enjoyed it though

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