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heavyhitterheaux · 6 months

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Call Her Daddy (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack goes on the Call Her Daddy podcast and of course has to talk about his wife

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Jack, it's about damn time you showed up for an episode of my podcast.” Alex said after the both of them sat down and got comfortable where the podcast recording would take place.

“What can I say? I'm a busy man. And it's good to be here.”

“Definitely busy seeing as you just recently put a total of three babies in your wife, but we'll get to that later. We're focusing on you, first.”

“Look, I can't help it if my wife is fine as hell. Might as well go hard or go home.” He replied while shrugging and of course Alex laughed.

“Don't worry, you'll get to talk about how much you love your wife in due time because we know that’s a running theme with you. But first, I want to know more about Jack Harlow. Did you always want to be a rapper? And where did that drive come from?”

“Always wanted to be one and I remember selling my CD's back in middle school. My mom was a heavy influence on that and she would freestyle with me in the car when she would drive me to like soccer practice and different things like that.”

“That's so cute and adorable that your mom influenced you. Now when people think of rap, Kentucky isn't really the first place people think of.”

“Not at all and I'm from Louisville and a lot of people don't know that it is literally an entire city. When people hear Kentucky, the first thing that they think of is some back roads country ass shit when it's not.” He answered as he thought about when he first started and some people would tell him that he would never make it out Kentucky let alone Louisville.

“And did a lot of people support you? Or did they try to discourage you? How was that growing up there?”

“It was about half and half. A lot of people were confident that I was going to make something of myself, but others weren’t. But I’ve been serious about this shit from day one and it’s slowly but surely paying off. My girl wouldn’t let me quit for nothing even if sometimes I wanted to.”

“Now, what were you like in high school? Were you the popular jock, the nerd, part of the science club? Did the girls fall out over you?” Alex asked while getting comfortable in her chair and adjusting.

“I mean I always had friends and I wasn’t the one who would be stuffed into lockers or some shit. Like with certain things people knew not to mess with me. And it always seemed like girls always liked me, but when I set my eyes on one, that was it. It was a done deal. We weren’t even together yet and people knew that she was mine and they would respect it.”

“So, I want to ask you since you said that about people knowing that she was your girl and respecting it. Now we are talking about the First Lady, correct?”

“The fucking one and only. Had my eyes on her ever since I was fourteen.”

“A little birdie told me about you hiding a boy’s clothes after gym was over because he liked her and wouldn’t leave her alone? Not baby Jack getting jealous.” Alex said while laughing and Jack soon joined in along with her.

“Look, he asked for it and I didn’t have a problem with him after that. Like dude get the fuck away from my girl.”

“And what did she do when she found out?”

“She never found out until we moved to Atlanta after we graduated so she had absolutely no idea. But, she definitely got on my ass. But she’s not so innocent either, but you’ll have to ask her about that.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the next person I need to have on here. Now what is the album that you think is your best work or the one that you are most proud of?”

“Hmm, Jackman hands down. No features, just me talking and getting my feelings out. I was able to be home in Louisville with my wife for about a year and a half and I took that time to reset and get my mind right because a lot of shit had been going on and happening around us and I felt that it was important for me to do that, but now we’re back to making the catchy shit that people can really vibe to and feel good music so I’m excited for this new era.”

“Lovin’ On Me! Now I am loving your new song and I notice that it says I don't like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down. So no whips and chains in the Harlow household?”

“I… look I have a story about that. It’s not the fact that there’s absolutely none because at one point in time there was.”

“Damn, do I need popcorn for this because I feel like I need popcorn for this.” Alex added while busting out laughing.

“So, I tie her up, blindfold her, we got the nipple clamps, all that shit, and I handcuff myself to her to get her to stop moving and I lost the key in the process. So, she notices that I get quiet and she’s freaking out asking me what’s wrong and when I finally tell her she’s like call Urban. He’s our best friend who lived with us at the time and he has seen some wild shit and I know he’s so fucking tired of us. So with my free hand, I use my phone to call him and he comes and sees what the situation is, finds the key and leaves us there and goes to sleep because we had woken him up and he was pissed. So he just left us there until the morning.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT! But, was it really a punishment though? Handcuffed to your wife so I can imagine a few more rounds came after that?” Alex asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“More than a few.”

“Now talk to me about the other wild shit that he has seen.”

All Jack did was hang his head as he busted out laughing.

“I… I don’t even know where to fucking start. Urb is always getting pulled into the middle of shit that he absolutely had nothing to do with.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now, how do you feel about choking?”

“Anything she wants, I will do it. Nothing is off limits for her. I admit that it’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if it’s going to make her orgasm faster, I’m all for it. She definitely comes first. Pun intended.”

“Oh, so you’re all about putting her needs first in the bedroom?”

“And in life, that’s my baby and her needs and wants are always going to be met. Been doing that since we were fifteen when we were officially together.”

“Now you said nothing is off limits when it comes to her, so she’s just like ‘babe, let me peg you’.”

“No, absolutely not, no one is sticking anything up my ass. I love my wife through and through, but no. That’s a little too much for me. Come on Alex, I’m not that adventurous, my lyrics literally say ‘I’m vanilla baby’.”

“Well, I might have put an idea in your head that you’ll want to try with her later.”

“Nope.”

“Favorite sex position?”

“Do you…. Do you not know what they call me?” Jack curiously asked her in disbelief.

“No, what do they call you?”

“Missionary Jack.”

“Please shut up because literally no one calls you that, you call yourself that.”

“I swear that’s what they call me!”

“And who gave you that nickname?”

“If it was someone other than my wife then that’s a problem. She’s called me that since forever.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s underrated on so many levels. I swear my triplets were conceived in missionary. Because here’s my thing, I’m face to face with her, at one point her ankles are going to be behind her head or on top of my shoulders and I’m going the fuck in.”

“Well damn, what’s her favorite position? I’m going to get her on here, but I want to hear it from you.”

“She likes to think that she’s in control, so she likes to ride me. But she knows who runs this shit. My kids aren’t the only ones who call me daddy.” Jack responded while smirking and all Alex did was playfully roll her eyes.

“Your wife is going to get you for that one and I’m going to let her have at it.”

“Yeah that’s how it all starts and it’ll end with me fucking her brains out like it always does.”

“You’re going to be in for it when this is over. Hmm, kinks?”

“I love praising her because I know it makes her reach her peak faster, but definitely a spit kink.”

“OH! TELL ME MORE! I am intrigued!”

“Alex, you are funny as shit.”

“I’m serious! Out with it.”

“Spitting in her mouth and watching her swallow it.”

“Are you sure you’re as vanilla as you say you are, because? Yeah I’m going to need wifey here to get her perspective. Do you think she’s ever faked an orgasm while you were in her? Would you be able to tell?”

“I know her body inside and out and she better not do that shit and have me find out about it. But, I don’t think she has.”

“Hand jobs, blow jobs?”

“Fuck yeah, I love me a good hand job or blow job.”

“Craziest place that you’ve gotten one or had sex period?”

“On a plane to Australia. We thought everyone was asleep, but of course everyone except Urb. This was what I meant when he is always getting caught in the middle of some shit that has nothing to do with him. It was difficult because I’m so tall, but we made it work.”

“What would an erotic vacation look like for you?”

“Definitely fucking her brains out non stop in some tropical ass location. We’re not leaving our room for the entire time that we’re there.”

“Ooohh, now if you could have sex in any location in the world, where would it be?”

“Hmm, I never really thought about it. Maybe some exotic ass shit like behind a waterfall or something. But, I was also thinking the white house lawn because I don’t mind an audience.”

“NOT THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN!”

“YOU ASKED!”

“Have you ever had or thought about trying tantric sex?”

“I’ve never really thought much about it, but I would have to do my research. If wifey wants it, I’m down.”

“She really does wear the pants in your relationship, huh?”

“Alex, like I said before, you’re funny and no she doesn’t.”

“I literally do not think that anyone will agree with you. If I were to do a poll right now, everyone will probably say that she does.”

“I let her think that she does.”

“Mmm hmm, sure. Now what is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

“I don’t even know since I’m pretty adventurous when it comes to it and not many things are off limits.”

You had just gotten to the hotel that Jack was staying at while he was filming for his episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast when you decided to surprise him. He had been going non stop since the release of his new single and getting ready to go on The Kentucky Tour.

Of course Urban was with him and sent you a text saying that he was almost done and you promptly took a quick shower and slipped on one of Jack’s favorite lingerie sets which happened to be black and purple. You threw on your black silk robe in case you got cold and simply laid out on the bed and played on your phone waiting for your husband.

You had fallen asleep waiting for him when you felt him reach down and place a kiss on your lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” He playfully asked as he was now kneeling on the bed in front of you and playing with the ties on your black silk robe.

“I wanted to surprise my husband since he’s been working so hard and I figured you would want a little time to have me to yourself.” You answered while motioning for him to lean down so that you could kiss him which he quickly did.

As Jack deepened the kiss, he took the opportunity to undo your robe and took in the sight of you in front of him.

“A sight that I can never get tired of seeing.”

He started to kiss down your neck when you lightly pushed him away from you and flipped the two of you over as you went to undo his pants and slide down his boxer briefs.

“Last night on the phone with you wasn’t enough and I decided that I wanted you in my mouth as soon as possible.”

The night before, Jack was complaining about missing you so just like you had done many times before, you gave him a show which ended up with him cumming multiple times as he watched you.

Jack had now tossed his shirt to the other side of the room and you had gotten his boxer briefs completely off before taking him in your mouth painfully slow making him grab the back of your head and buck his hips towards you.

“Baby, do not fucking tease me right now. All I basically did was talk about how good I fuck you in that podcast and we need to get to it before I fucking bust. This shit is starting to hurt and take that lingerie off.” Jack whined as you were making yourself comfortable.

Before taking him back in your mouth, you did as you were told.

“Patience, my love. You know that I’m always going to make it worthwhile.” You answered him as you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth and your eyes began to water as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You were taking your slow sweet time and even though Jack was getting annoyed, he was in entirely too much pleasure to say anything at the moment knowing that when he finally did cum in your mouth that it would be worth it.

“Ahh fuck. Come on baby, go a little faster than that.” Jack pleaded with you, but then you took him out of your mouth and went to the edge of the bed and laid down upside down.

“Get over here and face fuck me then.” You said while giggling and Jack wasted no time getting in front of you and sliding himself back into your mouth while throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiiiit.”

Jack had now taken a hold of both sides of your face and began moving in and out of your mouth as you reached down to play with your clit knowing that if he saw you playing with yourself that he would cum faster.

“Come on baby, open that pretty mouth of yours wider for me. You can take more of me, you’re doing such a good job.”

You did as you were told and inserted two fingers while still continuing to play with your clit with the opposite hand as you felt the spit from your mouth leaking down the sides of it.

“You playing with your pussy for me? Add another finger for daddy.”

Listening to Jack, you added another finger as he reached down to spit on your clit which made you increase the pace of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but to moan while Jack was still in your mouth and knew that you were going to reach your peak soon.

And as if right on cue, you heard Jack.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightly held onto you as you hit your peak and felt the cum shooting down your throat and out the sides of your mouth, but you continued sucking him off not showing him any mercy.

“Hold on!”

You shook your head no as you continued to move him in and out of your mouth, but finally let up when you felt another load shoot into your mouth and quickly swallowed it. Jack slightly moved away from you as you sat up and turned around to face him smirking.

“Wait until I get your ass for doing that.” Was all he said as you reached up to kiss him. You caught him off guard as you reached down and slowly began to jerk him off when he broke the kiss and looked down at you.

“Get your ass to the top of the bed and spread your legs so I have enough room.”

You moved until you reached the top as Jack hovered over you and simply looked down at you to admire you.

“What, babe?” You asked as you were now beginning to shy away from him, but all he did was lightly grab your face and kiss you.

“Nothing, it’s just my wife is so gorgeous and I’m about to have her screaming at the top of her lungs with how good I’m about to make her feel.” He answered as he began to rub small circles along your clit and reached down to kiss you while slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you least expected it, he slowly entered you making you gasp against his lips which he quickly quieted you with another kiss as he began to move.

“Look at my pretty girl taking this dick.”

Jack then lifted your legs so that they were on the top of his shoulders and began pounding into you making you gasp as he caught you in another kiss.

“Shiiiit.” Was all you could mutter as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck as both of your noses were touching.

As Jack continued to keep the same pace, he kept his eyes on you and simply smirked.

“Open your mouth.”

You felt warm liquid slide down the back of your throat as he continued to move and place small kisses along your breasts.

On your right breast, he placed a small kiss and bit down and continued to suck on the same spot as you were letting out a series of curses and whimpers.

That was going to leave a mark, but you would deal with that later.

Jack then reached down to play with your clit and he quickly went to suck on your other breast knowing that he would have you come undone in front of him in less than a minute.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jack then felt a rush of warm liquid hit the bottom part of his stomach and smirked as he reached up to kiss you.

As you were slowing down your breathing, Jack continued to rub small circles along your clit while kissing down your neck.

Once you felt that you recovered enough, you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube that you had brought and handed it to Jack as you moved to get on all fours.

All he did was smirk at you before opening the bottle as you were making yourself comfortable in front of him.

You had only done anal a handful of times, but you found yourself wanting it more and more lately and of course, Jack wasn’t opposed.

“Baby, remember you have to relax so I can get in easier.” You heard him say as he was getting ready behind you.

“Yes, I know.” You softly answered as you felt the tip.

Jack noticed he was meeting resistance so he added more lube and had you arch your back a little bit more before trying again.

He was moving in slowly and didn’t hear anything from you which had him concerned and he simply stopped.

“Baby, you okay? You aren’t saying anything.”

“I’m fine, just keep going.”

After a few minutes, he was fully in and gave you a minute to adjust and made sure that you were okay.

“You ready for me to move?”

All you did was nod towards him as you felt him moving in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re doing so good for me baby. Arch your back a tiny bit more.”

Complying, you slowly but surely started to notice how good it felt as Jack reached down and you felt him insert what felt like a vibrator in you.

You had no idea when he had time to get it, but you weren’t in any way, shape, or form complaining.

“Babeee, oh fuck.”

“Got a new toy to use on you.”

Between the vibrator and Jack pleasuring you, you felt your legs begin to get weak and the perfect arch that you had once had was forgotten as you were trying to hold yourself up.

Jack noticed this and instead of turning the vibrator down and decreasing his pace, he did the opposite and turned it up while increasing his pace making you scream out.

“Baby…. Mmm… fuck I can’t…”

“Yes you can and you will, arch your back for me. Such a good girl.”

Jack reached down to play with your clit and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out as he slid out and released all over your back.

He then slid the vibrator out of you as you collapsed on your stomach and reached down to kiss your neck.

“You okay, down there? You were so good for me.”

You let out something of a groan letting him know that you were okay and he instantly laughed while sliding off the bed and pulling you by the ankles so that you were at the end of the bed and Jack was on his knees.

“Get on your knees for me because we are nowhere near done.”

This made you do a double take as you looked back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were about to come all this way and I wasn’t going to taste my wife’s pussy, did you? Spread them damn legs.”

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her.

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips,

"So… when were you gonna tell me?"

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums,

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn,

"You're staying with me." You scoff,

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it,

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside,

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know."

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns,

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner,

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs,

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod,

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him,

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip,

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again,

"I could've helped you." You shake your head,

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns,

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad."

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns,

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head,

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me."

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow,

"I can't have her used against me-"

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him,

"I'm scared."

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow,

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands,

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod,

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh,

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods,

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back,

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows,

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles,

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle,

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs,

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead,

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles,

"She deserves the world."

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods,

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long.

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distantlaughter · 7 months

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"You have to try to have fun"

originally published 15 January 2004 for Auto Bild Motorsport (x)

His childhood, his second Formula 1 test for BMW-Williams, his growing popularity – Nico Rosberg (18) speaks plainly.

AUTO BILD motorsport: In December you tested for BMW-Williams for the second time. What's it like to drive a Formula 1 car?

Nico Rosberg: The first time, I thought, how long do you need to push this pedal down on the straight? It must be such a hell of a thing. But the bottom line is that you immediately go full throttle. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. But that's not a big problem. What takes more time is realizing the speed. Everything comes at you so fast. That demands concentration. Then you have to develop a feeling for the brakes. When you step into it, it's like running into a wall. It's difficult to feel when the wheels lock.

Were you nervous?

Yes, because I knew that something was at stake. It's a huge opportunity. In addition, I had a competitor (Nelson Piquet Jr.) who I had to beat.

How did you deal with each other?

The first day he drove, everything was fine. That was the first time we ever spoke to each other. The next day I drove faster than he did. After that, we hardly exchanged a word.

How did you prepare for this important day?

My father gave me one tip: You have to try to have fun and out comes what comes out. That's how I tried to do it.

If your talent was only mediocre, would you still keep racing?

Success is already a big part of my enjoyment of motorsport. I don't know how long I would continue without success.

Has your popularity changed in the last two years?

Oh yes. Especially in Finland it has become funny. I'm very well known there. I get in a cab there and the driver says, "Hi Nico, I named my son after you because I was a big fan of your father." That's a nice feeling, but it's also scary. When I walk around there in the department store, even the men look at me. And that's despite the fact that I don't speak Finnish and I feel like a German (mother Sina is German, editor's note).

What was your funniest encounter with your fans?

Recently in Finland, there were three girls, I saw them four, five times in the department store in half an hour. Then they came up to me and said, "Hi, we're exchange students from Germany. We know you from TV, from VIVA." That was awesome.

How does your father help you?

He didn't help me much when I was racing. That doesn't really work. From the outside, no one can teach the person sitting in the car how to drive fast.

How did you grow up - like the son of ex-Formula 1 world champion Keke Rosberg or like a normal child?

I was lucky enough to grow up in a well-off family. And: We lived in Monaco. That makes a lot of things different. But otherwise I grew up like a normal child. I went to school, then I had to do my homework. Then I went to the beach to play soccer.

You went to an international school, didn't you?

Yes, that's the advantage of living in Monaco. German is my mother tongue. I learned English and French at school. All my friends were Italian, so I learned that language, too.

Why don't you speak Finnish?

My father was never there (laughs), so he couldn't pay attention to it. I don't understand a word either.

Were you already good at sports as a child?

Yes, especially in ball sports, soccer and tennis. That was a lot of fun for me. When I was ten or eleven years old and lost to my father in tennis, I burst into tears. That was cruel. After that, we didn't talk to each other for two days. Then we played again - with the same result. Even today I'm still totally ambitious. I don't want anyone to beat me. (laughs) Sometimes friends get upset because I'm a bit extreme.

You've been racing for eight years and missed a lot of school, but you were still a good student…

Because I want to do the best in everything that's important to me. My parents never had to say much. That always came from myself. I don't know if it's because of the competitive spirit. In any case, I was very good at school.

Did you ever doubt that you could live up to the expectations attached to the name Rosberg?

It's not an easy task to live up to the name. But I believe I can manage to get as far as my father did back then.

Do you have an aggressive side?

Yes. You can see it especially when I play football. That's when everyone goes flying right and left. (laughs) I'm more of a defender, although I'd love to play striker. But I'm not so good at scoring goals.

What does a racing driver need?

Intelligence. That's very important these days. Not only in driving, but also in tuning and developing the car. My impression was that there are almost unlimited possibilities there.

What do you think of Kimi Räikkönen?

He's a very good driver. What I like about Kimi is that when you ask him about his opponent, he doesn't mention a name. He doesn't care which opponent it is. I try to do that a little bit now, too. I thought that was really good. You shouldn't praise opponents. But since I'm still a long way from Formula 1, I can say that he's really good.

Have you had any serious accidents?

In Macau at the Formula 3 Grand Prix I had two big accidents for the first time. Once I crashed into the barriers at 110 mph. The second time was when Pierre Kaffer was right in front of me. I couldn't avoid him, flew over him and landed on the roof. I was hanging in there like a monkey, upside down, hearing the entire field racing past me. That's when I started to get a little scared. I just thought, if someone flies into me now…

What is your understanding of technology?

In 2002 in Formula BMW, I got in, stepped on the gas, got out and enjoyed the time. I've changed since the first Formula 1 test (December 2002). I've grown up, I've seen that you can do even more for it. Now I know how much I want to do that.

What are your private interests?

I now have a girlfriend in Hamburg. Then I'm a sports freak. I simply had to become a sportsman. If racing hadn't worked out, I probably would have become a soccer player.

Is your girlfriend interested in racing?

She has no idea about it and didn't even know I was doing it. We met in Ibiza. I think it's better that way, too. My classmates used to ask me after every race weekend how it was. Even if they had no idea about motorsport. They identified me with racing. That annoyed me.

You are very enthusiastic. Do you sometimes have to stop yourself from cheering or does the rest of the world not matter to you then?

Absolutely nothing at all! You'd have to hear me in the car when I've won. That's awesome. I can't hold myself back. I'm just screaming. I can get so happy about wins. Having success in motorsport is one of the best things for me. But then there are moments that are cruel. You're slow and you don't know why. They can be mistakes that you only find weeks later. It's important then not to doubt yourself. That's not always easy. I could do without that.

#obsessed with how completely unbothered he's always been by nelson piquet jr's existence #reminder they went to the same school in monaco and were in the same class at some point 😭😭#nico rosberg #nicology

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 1 year

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Hope the end of your school year went well! From the new alphabet prompt, what about Going on a road trip and being so regular about it.

Hey, love. It was tough, and I crashed in more ways than one afterwards, but I'm doing better now. Thanks for the prompt! Have some in between high school and college Everlark shenanigans on me.

When the beat up blue car pulls around the corner, I rise and grab my bag that’s been serving as a bench.

I’m actually surprised he’s this early. It must not have taken long to pick up the rest of our group. But I wanted to be out here and not risk anyone having to ring our bell and realize it doesn’t work. Or risk them stepping on the third step, which is basically splinters pretending to be a step. Or see the wreck of our living room after my mom worked double shifts for a week to get the last bit of tuition I couldn’t cover with scholarships, while I worked double shifts to save up for this trip.

I’ve been both dreading and anticipating it, and watching my ride slowly drive down the street, as though the driver is unfamiliar with the neighborhood, I catch myself biting my thumb nail and quickly wipe it on my jeans.

The car stops smoothly, no squealing of brakes, and I blink as I notice that it’s only the driver in the car. Guess he picked me up first.

“Hey,” Peeta Mellark says as he gets out of the car his brothers have all shared for the past eight years as they worked their way successively through high school. He greets me like we’re old friends instead of virtual strangers who sometimes got paired in our math classes.

“Guess I get shotgun,” I say as I stagger towards the trunk with my bag.

“Perks of being first pick up,” he says and takes my bag from me. He places it gently in the trunk, like it weighs nothing, right next to his. “So Madge is next, then Seamus.”

I try not to gag at the reminder. Madge is fine. I like Madge, but Seamus is a jackass and a half. At least Peeta is picking him up last, so I don’t have to spend as much time in the car with that dickhead.

“Great,” I say and open the car door before sliding in. The interior smells fresh. Clean. The floorboards are spotless, as is the upholstery. I’m actually shocked at how clean the car is, given that the car has a reputation as a Shaggin’ Wagon, along with his older brothers’ reputations as total horn dogs.

I blush as I consider how that reputation has extended to Peeta since he started driving the car last year with both his older brothers finally off at college. The whispers from girls about how it’s always a good time driving with Peeta.

I squirm in the seat and hope he shampooed the upholstery too. The last thing I want to think about is what’s gone down in this seat. I glance behind me as Peeta pulls away from the curb and decide the bench back seat isn’t a better option.

“So, Katniss,” he says and I scoff at the clear attempt at either small talk or a pick up.

“Brakes don’t squeal anymore,” I say and Peeta shifts gears, then runs a hand through his hair.

“Uh yeah. Neither of my brothers were really good about the routine maintenance on the car. I’ve been fixing things here and there, changed out the belts and filters, flushed a few of the fluids and gave her fresh ones, new wiper blades, that sort of thing. But the tires and brakes were expensive so that was a more recent thing.”

“Oh. Extra shifts at the bakery since graduation covered it?”

“Yeah, barely,” he says and taps his fingers on the wheel before he shifts to third and starts the winding road up to Madge’s home.

“How about you? Been working extra summer shifts too?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh. Well it’s just usually you bring your sister into the bakery during summer. Haven’t seen you guys yet. That’s all. Figured you must be busy.”

“Gotta make gas and grocery money somehow,” I mutter.

Peeta doesn’t answer though, because we’ve reached Madge’s house. She too is waiting outside, with two suitcases standing side by side, gleaming in the sun. Her father waits with her. I fiddle with the vents and climate control as Peeta gets out of the car. Notice a cooler and a snack bag on the floorboard in the back as I halfway listen to Peeta talk to Mr. Undersee and load Madge’s bags.

Madge slides in and rolls down her window. “Bye Daddy!”

“Call me when you get to Aunt Maysilee’s tonight.”

“I know I know,” Madge cuts him off. “And when we hit the road in the morning. And anytime we stop for more than thirty minutes, and when we get to Panem U tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be with Katniss and Peeta the whole time, Daddy. He’s a super safe driver and you know she’ll take care of us.”

Mr. Undersee talks to Peeta for a few more minutes, and it’s clear that he’s asking Peeta about the maintenance on the car, the planned route we’ll be taking.

I take the chance to turn around and hiss at Madge. “You didn’t tell me he’d be picking me up first.”

“I didn’t?” she asks a little too innocently.

“Whatever,” I say and turn back around to find a decent radio station. I’m a little miffed that Madge didn’t warn me. She knows I don’t have a smartphone and couldn’t be on the group thread Peeta started for our road trip. I’ve had to talk to the group and Peeta through Madge to get ready for this trip.

“Figured you’d enjoy a few minutes alone with him,” Madge says right in my ear, making me gasp. “I mean, you do like him, don’t you?”

“Everybody likes him,” I say and give up on the radio.

“Yeah, but you really like him,” Madge hints. I’m grateful when Peeta opens his door. Final farewells are said and Peeta gets back in, Madge sits back and buckles her belt.

“Alright, Seamus and then we’re on our way,” Peeta says. Madge groans and then leans forward towards Peeta.

“Do we have to?” I’m a little surprised. Madge is usually so quiet and nice, but Peeta actually laughs.

“Unfortunately, yes. Our mothers are in the same book club and I’ll never hear the end of it I don’t. He’s signed up for the same orientation slot as us.”

“More good news,” Madge says and flips back in her seat.

We’re friends, Madge and I, at least the kind of friends who sit together at lunch and assemblies and in any shared classes. We stick together in P.E. And when we found out we’d be going to Panem U together, we signed up as roommates for the dorm, and for the same early June orientation. But I’ve never seen her as chatty as she is for the ten minutes it takes to drive through the ritzy part of town to Seamus Henderson’s house. She and Peeta seem to know each other. At least they seem to know each other better than I realized…

If possible, Seamus’s place is even bigger than Madge’s. More ostentatious too. If the Undersee house is classy, this place screams Too Much Money.

Peeta tells us he’ll be right back and leaves the car running while he walks up to the door to ring the bell.

“Why’d you think I like him?” I ask and Madge snorts.

“Because you get all blushy and flustered around him.”

“I do not,” I protest.

“Well, blushy and flustered for you. And anytime I relayed a question he had about time or plans or even what kind of snacks you might like to have, you answered with ‘Whatever is easiest for Peeta,’” she says and I scowl at her.

“Well he is doing us a huge favor by driving us,” I say. “Gas money is expensive.”

“Hm so you just wanna make it easy on him and conveniently, you’re riding shotgun, where you’ll be the most likely conversation partner and be responsible for his comfort the whole drive,” Madge says and grins at me, then something outside the window catches her eye. “Ugh. Jerk incoming.”

I turn around and sit fairly still as Peeta and Seamus load Seamus’s bags in the trunk, plotting Madge’s demise for manipulating me into this situation.

I almost stop plotting when Seamus drops in the car and asks if Peeta packed any beer as he rummages in the cooler.

“Uh no. Sorry,” Peeta says. I catch Madge rolling her eyes and scooting closer to the window.

“Sup, Undersee. Lookin’ good today.”

“Hi Seamus,” she says.

For a few seconds, I feel bad for Madge in the backseat and grateful that I’m sitting next to Peeta instead. But then Peeta shifts his car into reverse to back down out of Seamus’s driveway and his knuckles brush up against my knee.

I jerk my knee away from his touch.

“Sorry,” he says and turns to look behind him as he backs up and I stare at the side view mirror on my side, watching us roll down the hill towards the street.

“Here,” Peeta says as we’re stopped at a red light. He pulls his phone from a small cubby and holds his thumb on it to wake it, then hands it to me. “Why don’t you pick some music for us?”

“Um,” I stare at the tidy pattern of icons on top of a background of a stunning sunset over the mountains. And I blank. Some of them appear to be folders, labeled by category. Art. Food. School Stuff. Sports. Random Sh**. Music.

I smile slightly at the Random S** and tap on the one for music. And stare at five different apps. “Which one?” I ask helplessly.

“Here,” Madge says, leaning over and pointing to the one called Pandora. I open it but have no idea what I’m looking at.

“You look a little lost there Everdeen. Never seen an iPhone before?”

“Shoot. I forgot,” Peeta says and extends his hand to me. I burn with humiliation as Seamus laughs. The reminder that I have a cheap flip phone still and I’m lucky Mom managed that much for us.

“It’s fine,” Madge says and reaches around me to tap a few things. Music starts playing on the car speakers. One of my favorite bands, actually, and I tuck Peeta’s phone back in its cubby. “I’ll show you on mine when we stop,” Madge says and I nod, biting my lip and scrambling for something I can do.

“You hungry, Peeta?” Madge speaks up and I grab hold of it, turning in my seat to check through the bag I saw there earlier as soon as Peeta says he could eat.

“Wow,” I say after a cursory glance at the food packed in it. “You’ve got a feast in here. What are you in the mood for?”

“Uh, some of the licorice,” he says.

“Good choice,” I say as I grab the package. I turn around, but not before I catch Seamus’s look of disgust.

“Ugh. You eat that garbage, Mellark?”

“It’s way better than the cheap, waxy cherry stuff some people seem to like,” I say as I tear open the package. I peel off a few of the gleaming black, swizzled sticks. And when I look up to hand them to Peeta, he’s smiling at me. Sort of. Just his lips curled up and an odd look in eyes. “Here.”

“Thanks,” he says and takes them from me. Eyes back on the road, he quietly says. “You can have some, too. If you like them. I’ve got two packages in there.”

“Oh. Thanks,” I say and pull one out for myself. Seamus goes back to his game, and Madge is reading a book. Every few minutes, Peeta will shift his hand over towards me and I’ll set a few sticks of licorice in his palm as he asks me a question. Simple stuff, like my major, what classes I’m hoping to register for during our orientation, if I’ve got a dorm room or am living off campus.

At one point, Seaums snores Madge giggles. I turn around and cover my mouth as I snort in laughter when I see she’s decorated him with Pixie Sticks. Shoved them up his nose, in his collar like spikes, even poking out of his hair.

“I’m sorry, is this wrong?” she asks and Peeta chuckles softly.

“Just make sure you get a picture,” he tells her and Madge hands me her phone. This I actually do know how to do, having spent a fair enough amount of time around Madge. I snap a picture of her and Seamus, then one of just him before handing the phone back to her.

Peeta’s grinning at me, and I relax back into my seat. Maybe this road trip won’t be so bad.

#words are peetas thing not mine #everlark fanfic #i don't know what this is #it feels like set up for more is what it feels like #but i'm on a strict no new wips diet #distractionsfromthefood #look at that ask

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nalia-tsukino · 1 year

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"You're the best, Nalia! I can't say no to ramen, now, can I? Totally not if you're asking me and of course, you are!"

[Grinning, Toru slipped into the car and fastened his seat belt.]

"This is a cool car for sure~ Does Yuuto like it too? Oh... right. He can't drive. But I bet he likes to sit here as you drive."

[Toru pondered for a moment.]

"This must be the first time you're actually driving us! All other times, I have been the driver. This will be fun, I bet you are the best driver ever!"

[Taking a good position on his seat, Toru seemed quite enjoying himself like there hadn't been any trouble at all with Ruki and Yuriko earlier. Secretly, it still bothered him a bit, but if Nalia said it would be alright, he had to believe in that. Of course, Nalia must be right, since she knew the couple better.]

"Soooo... Nalia, do you want to hear foxy news? Or more like a piece of gossip? I mean, this is a juicy thingy."

[Toru glanced at Nalia.]

"Anyway... Touko, she's my big sis, and I were shopping together and we ran into Toshi. Well, not exactly run into him, since we saw him afar. We were going to say 'hi' but then this other guy appeared."

[Taking a break, Toru stared out of the car window for a moment.]

"They held hands... and then Toshi leaned in... and I think..."

[Toru glanced at Nalia again.]

"I think he kissed the guy on the cheek. You know, I never thought that he could do something like that. He is always like 'pretty ladies this and pretty ladies that' and now suddenly there is this guy! It's totally cool, of course. But it'd be nice if he had said something to Touko and me. Anyway, don't tell anyone since it seems to be his secret still."

[Toru scratched the back of his head.]

"Sooooorry, if this was a bother... But I kind of felt like telling someone trustworthy and you're always chill, so... I wanted to share it with you."

[Chuckling a bit nervously, Toru kept looking at Nalia.]

"So... do you have any juicy foxy news to share too?"

[Being happy about Toru's reaction, Nalia sat down in the car and buckled her seatbelt.]

"Thank you~ Yuuto helped to pick out the color. Well, I guess he's fine with sitting there. Usually, he seems quite relaxed. You know we like to listen to music while we drive."

[Nalia pondered for a moment.]

"Unfortunately, I don't have any cool music with me right now. Just girly stuff..."

(I wonder if Yuuto would like to get his driver's license...)

"Yeah, you're right! Today you're the passenger for the first time. If something bothers you about my driving, say it right away. I want you to feel comfortable."

[After the redhead started the engine, she drove off. She was still a little worried about Toru and hoped Ruki wasn't being too mean.]

"A juicy thingy?"

[Eyes fixed on the traffic, Nalia listened intently anyway.]

"Wait! Toshi did what!?"

[Her mind raced.]

"That explains a lot..."

[Despite the more than interesting news, the young woman focused on driving.]

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. His secret is safe with me. But you and your sister should talk to him about it. Show him you're cool with it and definitely don't blame him for not mentioning it. This is really important. Toshi needs your support right now."

[At the red light, Nalia glanced briefly at Toru.]

"I had a very serious talk with Toshi recently. We had some things to work out. Damn, his words. Now I realize some things. Toshi is making it difficult for himself. If he knows he can count on you and your sister, that would definitely help him."

[The light jumped to green and Nalia kept driving safely.]

"Huh? It wasn't a bother. Stop talking nonsense. You can tell me anything you want anytime. I will always listen to you without judgment."

[Nervously, she nibbled her lower lip.]

"Hmm... Maybe you could tell Yuuto about Toshi too. Only if it's okay for you, of course! But I don't want to have secrets from Yuuto. You know?"

(Hopefully Toshi will reveal this at some point. I'd like to talk to him about it.)

"Let me think... Actually, there's nothing new. Hmm... Oh! Yuuto knows about my questionable taste in music now. He caught me listening to... Kpop."

[Nalia had to laugh at herself.]

"Is that juicy foxy news enough for you? Sorry for being so boring..."

@yuriko-tsukino-rp

#ask #interaction #toru kozima #nalia wagner #diabolik lovers oc #nalia-wagner-rp

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spikeinthepunch · 2 years

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Cryptolalia - Tethered transportation

these kinds of blogs about Cryptolalia will eventually go on my website, but i dont have a dedicated hub on my site yet for OC/story stuff yet so.

but yea anyways, i dont want to be hiding all my brainstorming behind patreon (if i ever go into proper production w something like a comic etc then yes) and i thought itd be nice to just throw down all my current exploding ideas.

I have many many things on my mind but for some reason one of the things ive developed most through my last recent years of thinking is transportation infrastructure & vehicles in Cryptolalia. Remember that this story is based on Earth, and is basically like... “ideal changes” and alternate timeline nonsense of what we currently have. The first thing I wanted to make strikingly different in the world was transportation, since the changes that happen in the timeline are old enough that the course of history regarding cars could be totally different. SO lets get into it!

(do note im not super knowledgeable on logic of science and cars and stuff, a lot of this is my own theories and fun for just having a futuristic and alternate Earth setting)

I would love to draw these out at some point too, but I am so not into vehicle design... so idk when that may happen.

But anyways, I have come up with various ideas regarding transportation in this world, mostly out of spite for what we have on Earth in regards to roads and parking lots. The Earth has basically been molded by Elias, using his own knowledge of “ideal” into Earth's progression. Not everything will be perfect, but lots of changes to infrastructure on Earth were made by Elias ages ago based off what his race has done across multiple generations on various planets.

All vehicles are electric. Or “electric” as in using power from the power source that runs the whole planet (its not electricity but you know what I mean ok). They are often referred to as “tethered vehicles” not just due to their energy source, but also due to the fact they are in a sense, literally tied to something. “tethered” means that the vehicle is on a track of some kind that transfers the energy needed to travel, directly into the vehicle itself. Untethered vehicles exist, but need a specific license to be driven, and all vehicles that are off-track are recorded through an online system. While airplanes and boats exist they are few and more often for transporting goods than people, and are not 'tethered'- meaning most individuals wouldn't likely be using them either due to license (which is different due to being air and water vehicles).

There are two classes of vehicles- individual and community. They are self explanatory... Community vehicles are subways and trains, which transport groups of people and are purely focused on that. Subways and trains are the most common and even have tunnels built underground or in the ocean.

Individual vehicles are for one or two people at most. They are intended for all purposes (work, travel, leisure) and run on similar tracks as the subways and trains- but due to their compact sizes, they are capable of traveling faster, on smaller tracks that weave through locations otherwise inaccessible by large community ones. These vehicles are often seen as high class due to their cost, as many wouldn't care to own one if they are simply going to work or through the city- which is why most if not all individual vehicles are untethered as well, meaning most who own one must have a license for it. But tethered ones exist, and are often much more lightweight and cheaper.

Individual vehicles due to their small size, are often motorcycles and four or three wheeled light utility vehicles (LUVs, also known as ATVs)- but private boats and planes exist as well if you're especially wealthy. Being capable of untethered driving means they are most often capable of off-road driving on rougher terrain. Still, drivers are permitted to certain locations and could be greatly fined for driving in areas they are not allowed. They are most often used by those who work nontraditional jobs that require work out in the land, or by upper class working individuals wanting a free road all to themselves. They can and are often rented to those who work jobs out in the wilderness or away from the city, purely for work purposes.

Road safety & laws are similar to ours but differing to suit this alternate world. Tethered and untethered individual vehicles have different licenses, while all classes of vehicles to as well (land, air, sea, and freight specific trains). The licenses for tethered and untethered are separate and must be kept on the person at all times.

Laws are not all universal, and may be different to accommodate for culture or specifics regarding the country's terrain or infrastructure- but one law across the world is that once a citizen's age reaches the maturity equivalent of 70 human years they must be thoroughly tested on their health and retested if they have an individual license. They must retest for an untethered license, and if they are allowed to operate a such a vehicle after passing, they will face harsher penalties for errors and have it revoked for good if they run into issues in the future.

Tethered lines for vehicles to travel on are considered for safety above all, but cut back on the need for parking lots. Yes, while individual vehicles would expect to take up space, they are logged in a system to be tracked even when going off road. Stations exist that these vehicles must be stored at in order for the user's vehicle status to stay consistent (and to not be fined, or have their license revoked) which are located at the same hubs at which trains and subways are- or or for smaller tracks, along sidewalks. Additionally, some work places have their own small storage hubs for storing these vehicles and logging their status.

Undoubtedly, their storage exists and takes up some space, but the system never allowed for cars, trucks, and larger vehicles to exist in the same way, thus cutting down greatly on wasted space. They are built to be compact and small, and due to the cost of them and the requirements, they aren't as common as most would assume. It is very much the norm to take a train or subway overall, especially for travel within the cities themselves. They are incredibly accessible and the world is heavily built around them.

Design & style of vehicles are often sleek, futuristic. This will no doubt be different across the world, some places consistently of old models or styles while others are more up to date. But within the immediate city Cryptolalia is based in, smoothed out futuristic shapes with white-heavy color choices are common. For those more accustomed to off-roading though, vehicles may show more of the 'guts' in order to not struggle with terrain and allow easy access to maintenance. Untethered off road vehicles will also have slots for extra power, which are shaped like discs, that are found at docking stations (or purchased and charged at home). Trains and subways are just as if not more smooth in shape, fitting right into the tunnels they travel through.

That is like, all I can grab from my brain right now. There is likely more im just forgetting but id be glad to answer any questions poking at the details of this!

Overall my intention is to have a world that has gone very.. idealistically futuristic-- but you'll see those bits about being tracked, and some of the strictness with untethered vehicles. Those aren't intended to be purely good things either. This version of Earth is heavily controlled, even if many parts of it include me inserting my “ideal” concepts, like no parking lots and good subways infrastructure.

#CL blogs #CL is my abbreviation for the title lol #cryptolalia #transportation #world building

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dearlordsanta · 2 years

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Catching up part one

I keep saying I will get better about posting and then I don't. I apologize to anyone who reads. I've been thinking about posting pretty constantly, feeling like I need to and then I don't. Sometimes it feels like complaining, even if I'm just talking about what's been going on in my life. This one will be long and in two parts since I am catching up on things that have happened since my last post. I do write this primarily for myself, so I won't fault anyone who skips this one.

Something that happened recently was going on a mini vacation. We were supposed to be spending an entire long weekend with our best friends who live in Southern California. I thought it was going to be great like every visit has been in the past. It's always been extremely busy, but fun. I was wrong. There were times we were having fun, sure, but overall, this trip made me never want to go visit them again. The more I think about it, the surer I am that we probably won't go back, at least not any time soon.

I'll explain a bit. In the last three years, we have visited our friends several times, I believe it's been three or four times since they bought their house. The first time, we brought our dogs, and it was fine. The second time we went to visit, they had recently gotten a rescue dog themselves that was a little nervous around other dogs, so we found a puppy sitter and went without the dogs. We were worried about our dogs because we got them during COVID, so the longest they had been away from us was about 10 hours. The sitter took great care of them though and they had a great time with her (although they were definitely ready to come home when I went to pick them up! lol) Anyway, the second visit went fine, their dog loved us and he is super sweet and playful. So, this most recent time, we were told we could bring our dogs with us. We were going to be there from Friday until Tuesday morning. That's not what happened.

If you've read any of my previous posts, you know my husband is sickly. On the Friday we were supposed to leave, he wasn't feeling well until about 4pm. It takes us about six hours to drive to our friend's house, so I texted them saying we were finally about to load the car and go and they told us not to because they do not have lights in their backyard and were worried about the meet and greet with the dogs in the dark. Total bummer, but understandable. So, we leave first thing in the morning on Saturday. We get there without any trouble, the dogs get along great, and we're all happy. We decided to go to a baseball game, which was SO fun! My dogs were crated at our friend's house because they go in the crate at our house when we're not home. They did have a massive change though. My dogs are trained to go to the bathroom on trays in my house because I work nights and my husband is sickly, it was easier. So, I go to put the trays by the backdoor and our friends say they don't want them to go potty in the house. Since, apart from walks, they had only gone potty "in the house" (on the trays), I wasn't sure about it, but it was their house, so I put the trays outside the sliding glass doors hoping the dogs would understand to ask to go outside to go potty. (Side note: The dogs did great! They had only one accident in the house each and my husband and I cleaned it up right away, so no harm no foul. at least that's what we thought.)

Sunday rolls around, and we go to Disneyland and California Adventure for the day. When we are there, we start talking about possibly going home the next day instead of Tuesday morning. This is where the next issue happened. We were there all day long, so I was worried about my dogs being in the crate all day and they were going to take their dog for a walk to get out energy and go potty and all that. They said they were going to get their dog real quick and walk him right away so I could let my dogs in the backyard to just run around to burn off energy and go potty out back. When we got to their house, they went to grab their dog and he freaked out and peed (we didn't know this) so, they stopped getting him ready for a walk so they could clean up really quick. My husband was the last one through the door and saw their dog in a harness and leash, so he left the door open because they said they want to go right away. However, their dog did not have the leash clipped to the harness, so he booked it out the door. We offered to help corral their dog so we could get the leash on, but our friends were so angry at us for leaving the door open that they told us to leave them alone. So, we went back inside, got our puppies taken care of, and finished cleaning up their dog's pee off the floor and everything. We also stayed up in case they changed their mind and wanted out help. They never did. We all went to bed feeling awful. My husband and I felt guilty for misunderstanding and leaving the door open, upsetting our friends and our friends went to bed angry that we'd let their dog outside.

The next day started fine, we all decided to go to a mall nearby because one of our friends wanted a specific shirt that was on sale. I ended up getting new shoes as well. We got special donuts on the way and stopped by a special sandwich shop for one of our friends. While we were there, my husband started to not feel well. I was getting progressively more concerned and mentioned we may need to leave tomorrow morning (Tuesday morning) like we'd originally planned. Our friends told us that wasn't an option because they had things to do. At this point, it was after 3pm. Had we realized they were not going to allow us to follow the original plan of leaving Tuesday morning if we needed to, we'd have left that morning without going out for so long. Maybe had breakfast with them and then left for home. Our friends also informed me that they expected me to crate my dogs, lock them in the room we were using, or put them outside in the 110+ degree heat because they couldn't "watch" all three dogs.

As soon as we got back to their house, I let the dogs out of the crate, took them outside, gave them lots of water, and immediately started packing as quickly as I could while my husband slept on their couch. I was packing a little haphazardly so my dogs wouldn't be outside too long (I didn't want them crated or locked in a room since they were about to spend six hours in the car after already being in the crate from 10am until almost 4pm). I was packing stuff in our room for maybe five minutes and when I came out, my dogs were already back in the house because our friends had let their dog out and when he came in, so did my dogs. I was extremely irritated because they made all these stipulations about where my dogs were allowed to be while I was packing and then interfered. So, I moved my dogs into my room so they could be with me while I packed. That didn't last long either because they wanted to play and I needed to hurry, so, even though it made me feel terrible, I crated them again. They whined/cried while I packed our stuff and then the car.

When I was done, I noticed the gas in the car was low. With my husband being as sick as he was, I was contemplating getting gas and returning for him. While I was trying to decide if I would take the dogs with me, when I did that, one of our friends offered to go with me to find the cheapest gas. I figured it'd go faster with his guidance since he knew the area, so I agreed and left my dogs in the crate at their house. As soon as that was done, I got my dogs and my husband in the car, said a quick goodbye, and left.

I have never been so happy to leave. It was the strangest visit we'd ever had with them. I've never felt so unwelcome while being with them. This wasn't even the end.

When we were an hour and forty-five minutes away, they called us saying we'd left the canister of dog food we'd brought at their house. I was frustrated with myself but told them to donate it or throw it out because we were too far away to come back, and we still had five hours to go in the car. They offered to drive to where we were to bring it to us. I was livid! I wanted to yell at them because they had just kicked us out stating they had too much going on to allow us to stay and rushed me to pack up and leave. I turned them down politely, and they offered more than once, too. I told them it would prolong our drive and we already left much later than we should have.

After about another hour, I got a text message from the female half of our couple friends to just me apologizing for her behavior while we were there. She said other people made her feel bad about her house with how it was decorated, and stuff, and other people made her feel bad about her dog saying he wasn't well trained. I told her that what other people say doesn't matter, all that matters is that she likes her house the way it is. As for her dog, he's a young rescue and does very well considering how short a time they've had him for. He's a sweet dog. Then I told her that since my husband and I have only said good things about her house and her dog, it's not fair to treat us like we were the ones making them feel bad. I also informed her I wouldn't be bringing my dogs back there anymore because we followed all of their rules, they set out for us, even though it was against our dogs' routine, and they did really well! But it still wasn't enough for them.

Maybe I am being dramatic? I even waited over a week to write about this because I thought I would calm down, but that trip altered our friendship in a way that I don't think things can go back to the way it was. They are acting like everything is all good, but my husband and I are very cautious now. :(

The more I think about it, the more it solidifies. We did everything they asked, and they still made us feel unwelcome. I even would have been fine being kicked out on Monday if they had said something to us about it before it was three in the afternoon.

#journalventing #wifeofadiabetic #type1 #gastroparesis #chronicfatiguesyndrome #caregiver #rebellionsarebuiltonhope #FailedVacation #CanWeGoBackToHowItUsedToBe #NotHowItUsedToBe #Disappointed

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neckromantics · 3 years

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Trips in the Regalia:

Chocobro Headcanons—

could be seen as platonic or not! whatever you want. :) SFW and gender neutral.

Went on a road trip recently so these just kinda popped into my head. Also I missed you guys. :)

Okay, so Noct or Ignis are in charge of driving, obviously. Poor Prompto is pretty much banned from ever touching the wheel unsupervised bc the one time they let him behind the wheel it ended in disaster.

You’re totally allowed to drive but you outright refuse to do so now-a-days because someone distracted you by standing up in his seat and you almost drove off into a ravine out of fright.

Ignis has been known to let one of you sit on his lap and steer just for fun. Sure it looks ridiculous, but he can not handle the puppy dog eyes that are sent his way whenever he's asked.

There’s a cooler in the back by your feet that’s stocked full of Ebony and tiny little seltzer waters just in case Ignis gets cranky or someone starts to feel a little car sick.

The glove box might as well be considered a medicine cabinet with the amount of curatives that's stuffed inside.

Long road trips ALWAYS become even longer road trips because no one in the car knows how to synchronize their pee breaks. You keep telling them to just go all at once but they never listen. Someone always insists they don’t have to go and then changes their mind five minutes after you’ve left the rest area.

Parking at the side of the road where said someone has to do the walk of shame to nearby shrubbery while everyone else stays in the car and talks shit about them.

The Regalia always smells strongly of whatever essential oil that’s been dripped into the USB powered diffuser Iris gifted to you guys. It's a godsend, especially after those particularly long hunts where you all could use a shower. If it weren't for her it'd always reek of sweat and desperation in there.

It doesn’t happen very often, but there have been a couple of times that you’ve miscalculated the distance to the next fuel station and had to push the car the rest of the way after running out of fuel a few miles away.

Now Ignis has to reassure you constantly that there's enough gas in the tank, but you still peer over his shoulder to check the fuel gage and start to nervous sweat whenever it drops below half full.

Prom’s always trying to initiate a game of I Spy and you’re the only one that will entertain it lol.

No one in the car is allowed to have the aux due to past music-based arguments. You all have a joint playlist on a music app that you take turns adding songs to, and it gets played on shuffle. The genre is almost never the same back to back, which makes things interesting and also ridiculous.

Naturally Prompto takes so many photos he has to bring what is essentially a briefcase of backup storage. Will crawl into the back seat when he’s bored to sit half on your and Noct’s lap to show you some of them instead of just handing the camera over like a normal person.

Whoever gets to be in the passenger seat has the privilege of feeding Ignis while he’s driving. Apparently, Iggy burns a crazy amount of energy at the wheel because he’s ALWAYS hungry up there. He could feed himself just fine, but where’s the fun in that?

Honestly everyone’s just always feeding each other for some reason.

At some point when Noct’s driving you sneak a carrot stick into his mouth instead of a potato chip and he tries to kill you. Like, I’m not kidding he slams on the breaks and throws himself across the car at you like a rabid animal. It’s not threatening at all because he’s mostly flailing around, but it does take all three of the remaining guys to pry him away from you. You are cackling the entire time.

Gladio spends most trips reading (and then re-reading) the book he brought with him. Will let you lean in close to read it if you ask nicely. Always waits for you to give him the go ahead to turn the page.

You, Noct, and Prompto play rock paper scissors to see who gets shotgun and somehow Prompto wins nine times out of ten.

Ignis is an excellent driver but for some strange reason he loves to do U-turns in the WORST places possible. Will miss an exit and say whatever posh equivalent there is to “My Bad.” and just do a complete one eighty like your lives mean nothing to him. Also? He will slam the breaks on if any of you start misbehaving and it’s hilarious.

Gladio likes to mess with people in passing cars.

He’ll do this blank, dead-eyed stare at them at red lights until they make eye contact with him.

If the top of the Regalia is up for some reason, he’ll roll his window down and motion for them to do the same only to immediately roll his window back up as soon as they roll theirs down.

There's a compartment in between the two front seats that has five sets of matching novelty sunglasses that Noct bought at the shop in Hammerhead. It also has some lip balm, sunscreen, and bandages for when someone inevitably scrapes their knee or something.

There's not a lot of room in the car with all of you inside, so naturally you're forced to sleep in the weirdest of positions. Half on one boy, half on another. An arm or leg hanging out the side of the car. Nearly upside down in the seat.

It’s safe to say the Regalia is like your tiny home away from home by now. Sometimes it’s easier for you to just to pull a blanket into the car and sleep rather than attempt to sleep in some strange, fancy hotel room. The bros will wake up wondering where you are, only to find you curled up like a baby in the back seat.

#ffxv headcanons #ffxv imagines #chocobro headcanons #chocobros #ffxv #prompto headcanon #noctis headcanons #ignis headcanons #gladiolus headcanons #gladio amiticia #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum

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mercurygguk · 4 years

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bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. He’s bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch he’s currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkook’s partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.

Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead – an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancé. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like he’s floating on a pink cloud. He’s totally whipped, but only for you.

His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.

“What?” Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game that’s unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights.

After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. “What’s going on, Jeon?” He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.

“Nothing’s going on,” Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, “absolutely nothing.”

Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. “Squad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 – bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,” Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire station’s rooms. Jungkook’s eyes widen and so do Namjoon’s. They’re quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driver’s seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkook’s focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best – save some lives.

The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around – on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where it’s not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and it’s slightly terrifying but they’re headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoon’s arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.

The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. “Sir, are you alright?” Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.

“Please go see some of the others, I’m fine!” He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.

Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It can’t be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesn’t occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.

“No, no, no!” Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and there’s blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isn’t yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, it’s yours. “No, please, no!”

From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him.

“Shit!” He hisses, making sure the victim he’s treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. “Kook!”

Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isn’t willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driver’s seat. You hear nothing of Jungkook’s cries as he’s pulled away by his partner and best friend. “____! Baby, please wake up, please!”

The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkook’s until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkook’s sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.

They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkook’s body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that they’re taking care of you the right way. This isn’t just another victim, it’s you, Jeon Jungkook’s fiancé. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Hyung, please, I need to go with her!” Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance you’re now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. “For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, let me go!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I need you to calm down first, Kook. You’re not thinking clearly.”

Jungkook thinks that’s the biggest load of bullshit he’s ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friend’s psychology shit. “I swear, I will punch you,” he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. “How am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancé is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes we’ve ever witnessed, huh? She’s hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”

Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he can’t quite describe. He just knows that he doesn’t want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him you’re okay.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital?” Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance.

Jungkook sniffs, nodding, “please.”

The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. He’s pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like he’s been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He could’ve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection – at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, you’d never agree on that.

Namjoon doesn’t get to say anything before Jungkook’s out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesn’t notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says she’s sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesn’t need those words, there’s nothing to be sorry for. People only say they’re sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, you’re still alive. You have to be. He hasn’t married you yet.

“My fiancé was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,” Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.

“She’s in surgery at the moment,” the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “The doctors will find you once they’re done.”

Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared he’ll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. “We’ll wait over there,” he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. “Let’s go, Kook.”

Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he can’t think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that you’re at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but they’re serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like he’s been left in the dark. He knows nothing about what’s happening to you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. It’s like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest.

Jungkook’s wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves aren’t exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news – any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.

“Mom,” he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkook’s mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. “I’m sure she will be fine, Jungkook. She’s a strong woman.”

He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his mother’s words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “You have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.”

Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: “I know, mom.”

“Mr. Jeon?” A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkook’s name. “Miss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. “She will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctor’s hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU.

He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. They’re not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever he’s about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body that’s lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.

He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. He’s hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You don’t squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.

Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. There’s scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. He’s hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. You’re still gorgeous, even like this.

“I love you so much, ____,” Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. “Please be okay.”

Days have passed since the accident, and you still haven’t opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your mother’s body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkook’s resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular – perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.

Jungkook’s done crying. He doesn’t think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldn’t have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but he’s not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.

Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. “S-she squeezed my hand,” he almost whispers. Jungkook’s breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isn’t quite done yet.

“Jungkook?!” You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. He’s quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. “Kook,” you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.

“I’m here, baby” he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, “I’m right here.”

You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. “Where am I?” You ask, voice small.

“The hospital,” he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. “You were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?”

You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because that’s the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms.

“How long?” You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. You’re in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesn’t think his younger sister could’ve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.

“Only a few days,” Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.

You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Even when you’re the one hurting, you ask him if he’s okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again.

“I’m fine,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. “Just really relieved.”

You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he must’ve been the past few days if you’ve been in this bed and unconscious. “I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “I love you too baby, more than anything.”

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Brothers

In which, Luke develops feelings for Matt’s little sister.

Luke Alvez x Reader, Brother!Matt Simmons x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, sibling banter, cm level of case details/violence, mentions of death, guns and gunshots, lots of pining, mentions of pregnancy and birth, kissing.

Category: fluff with a little bit of angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: combined this request and this request to come up with this :)

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The phone rang at what felt like quite literally the crack of dawn. “What?” you groaned when you picked up. “Where are you?” your brother’s voice filled your ear from the other side of the phone.

“In bed, where else would I be at..” you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time “5:56 in the morning?”

Matt chuckled, “do you know a girl named Jenna Parker?” he asked.

“I do, why ? Oh god, you're not cheating on Kristy right ? I swear if you’re calling to lie for you Matthew, I'll-” he cut you off.

“Shut up y/n and what did I tell you about calling me Matthew? I’m not cheating on Kristy you idiot, Jenna was killed last night” you sat up in bed, “What ? I saw her at dinner last night”

“Stay where you are and get dressed. Agents will be at the hotel to collect your team for questioning” he told you.

“Matt I had nothing to do with this, you know that right ?”

“I know, standard procedure. I’ll see you later” he hung up.

You dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed. Jenna’s face kept reappearing in your thoughts, she had only joined your team recently and she was an absolute sweetheart. She was telling you how excited she was to join the team last night at dinner.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts, you unlocked it assuming that your brother had come to get you.

This was most definitely not your brother.

The man at your door had dark brown hair and tan skin.Something about his eyes made you want to stare into them forever, they were a soft brown mocha colour. He had a piece of paper in his hand, his finger ran across the page, “are you.. y/n?” he asked you

“I am and you are?”

“Agent Luke Alvez, I’m with the BAU. I’m here to pick you up for questioning”

“Oh yeah, get me one second” you turned around and headed back into your room, Luke followed you in. “Ever heard of privacy ?” you picked up your phone and a sweater. “Oh sorry, I can’t let you in here by yourself until we processed you” he explained to you. “Lovely” you pulled on your sweater, he motioned for you to head out of the room.

You stepped out first, he shut your door as the two of you walked down the hallway. “Your last name is Simmons ?” he looked over at you as you got on the elevator. “Mhm hm” you pulled your phone out to text your brother.

To Matt: On my way now. Your friend is weird.

From Matt: Who’s my friend ?

To Matt: Handsome guy with the pretty brown eyes, think his name is Luke

From Matt: stop objectifying my friends, I'll see you soon.

Luke didn't say anything else to you, the drive to the station was quiet except for you conducting your own little interrogation.

“How long have you worked for the BAU ?” you looked out the window,

“About 2 years now. How long have you been swimming ?” he rebutted.

“My whole life”

It did occur to Luke that you might be Matt’s little sister. He knew how proud Matt was of you and your swimming career, he also knew that Matt was supposed to see you this weekend while you were in D.C for training. After all, the sweater did say Simmons on the back, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

Luke walked you into the station, the rest of your team was already there. “Hi, you must be y/n” a tall woman came up to you, she had short brown hair and she looked remarkably good considering how early it was.

“That would be me” you smiled at her, “you are?” she stuck her hand out for you, “Dr. Tara Lewis with the BAU” you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Lewis” “You too”

Tara excuses herself from you, Luke walks you over to a waiting area. All the girls were separated for obvious reasons but with nothing else to do, you figured you’d irritate Luke.

“Why can’t I see the rest of my team?”

“Standard procedure”

“And what is this standard procedure ?”

“It’s-” “Stop harassing him y/n” your brother said as he walked into the room.

You stood up and gave him a hug. It had been so long since you last saw your brother.

“Hey you” he gave you a good squeeze, “hey” you smiled at him.

Matt led you to a room and you took a seat at the table. “I can’t do your questioning because I'm your brother but I'm leaving you in good hands” Luke and Tara walked in a few moments after. “You’re leaving me with pretty eyes over here ? I might just get distracted and forget what he asked” you chuckle, Luke looks away but you manage to catch the blush you comment caused.

“Behave y/n, I'll be back later” Matt kissed the top of your head before walking out.

Luke and Tara sit across from you. “How did you meet Jenna ?” Tara asked you, “she was on my swim team, she joined a few months ago”

“Were the two of you close ?”

“Not really, we didn't hang outside of practice but we got along”

“Is there anyone that would have a reason to hurt Jenna ?” Luke asked this time.

You paused, something Jenna had said to another one of the girls cause caught your attention a while back. “Not that I know of but apparently someone had broken into her apartment a while back. She was telling one of the other girls and I heard them. She moved from there though”

“Do you have the address ? I’ll have Garcia check if she filed a report”

“47 Park Street, not sure what unit was hers” you drummed your fingers against the table. Tara’s phone rang and she excused herself before stepping out of the interrogation room. Luke was also on the phone but he stayed in the room, you took a moment to really look at him. He wore a black button up that fit him far too well for your liking, his hair was messy but not like he had just rolled out of bed, more like his hands had been through it a few times. His tongue ran across his lips while he talked on his phone. Luke's hands rested on the table, he spun the pen on the table around a few times before getting off the call.

God were his hands pretty, the things you’d let him do to you with those hands

“Y/n ?” Luke’s voice broke your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Do you know if Jenna was seeing anyone ? A boyfriend maybe ?”

“Um no boyfriend but she was seeing a girl she met through our coach”

“Oh okay, do you know her name ?”

“Erica, uh her last name started with a G ? I’m not really sure”

“That’s fine, thank you. I’ll be back” was all he said before stepping out of the room. You watched as he walked out, he stood by the window talking to some skinny guy.

Your definition of the perfect man was Luke and everything he seemed to be, but you doubted that anything could happen between the two of you. He seems to be ignoring your glances and your flirty remarks all morning. Matt was the other issue, never would he ever let you date anyone on his team, let alone one of his close friends.

“Alvez!” Tara shouts as she meets him up by the suv “Hey, need a ride ? I'm headed to the crime scene” he asks her, she nods before getting in the car. The drive was quiet, Tara kept glancing over at Luke and snickering.

“Okay c’mon, what is it ?”

“Nothing”

“You keep looking at me funny, what happened ? something on my face?” Luke runs his hand over his face, Tara shakes her head.

“Tara, what is it ?”

“Luke, you’ve got a crush on Simmons” she laughs.

“Matt ? I don't have a crush on Matt”

“No you idiot, y/n. You have a crush on y/n”

“What? No I don't”

Okay maybe Luke did have a tiny crush on her but Matt would never approve of him dating his little sister and he wouldn't let a crush affect his work life.

“Alvez, don’t act stupid. I know I wasn't the only one noticing the glances between you two, I saw them since the two of you came in this morning. And that ‘pretty eyes’ comment ? she totally made you blush” Tara chuckled, “she’s into you dude, and you’re into her”

“She’s Matt’s sister Tara, I’m not gonna do that”

“So what if she’s Matt’s sister? She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.”

Luke just hummed, Tara did have a valid point. Y/n was a grown up, she can make her own decisions. So what if Matt was mad at them ?

God Alvez, what are you thinking ? That’s his sister, you couldn’t do that to him.

Luke pulled into the hotel parking lot. He followed Tara inside but he wasn’t paying attention. He was there but he wasn't really there, his mind kept wandering back to y/n.

Oh how he envied Spencer in that moment, he knew that he wouldn't remember how y/n looked exactly when he first met her but he’d keep that memory for as long as he could remember it. Her shuffling feet, her messy hair and her sleep laced voice, she seemed like an angel on earth to him.

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“Kid?” an older man shook your shoulder gently. “Hm, what is it ?” you stretched, you must have fallen asleep after Luke left. “you can leave, maybe get some rest when you get back to the hotel” the man chuckled, and you smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you looked at his badge, “Agent Rossi” you finished your sentence.

“Please just Dave” he smiled and opened the door for you, you stepped out of the room. “You’re Matt’s sister aren’t you ?”

“That would be me”

“He’s outside. He should be able to give you a ride back to the hotel, if not, I'm in here” Dave told you.

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you”

“You too kid” he patted your back and headed in the opposite direction.

You walked out of the station to see your brother and Luke standing by the suv talking about something. “Hey ugly” you poked Matt’s side, “hey tiny” he hit your arm playfully making you pout. “I’m not tiny”

“oh but you are”

“shut it Matthew, I need a ride”

“Where to ?”

“My bed bro, Dave said I could leave”

“You’re on a first name basis with my colleagues?”

“Jealous that they’ll like me better?” you raised your eyebrows and held back a laugh.

“Oh yeah totally oh my god, y/n please don’t take my friends from me” Matt said sarcastically while giving your shoulder a little nudge.

Luke chuckled at the both of you and your banter, it was sweet how close the two of you were.

Your sweet moment was ruined by the sound of bullets hitting the suv. Matt’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around you, Luke stood there with his gun drawn and no one in sight except you and Matt.

“What the hell was that ?” Luke asked, he stepped back taking a look around once more and turned back to you and Matt. “Are you okay ?” Matt asked you with his arms still around you, you nodded. “Are you okay ?” you asked him but your eyes were on Luke. Luke noticed your look and gave you a little nod, “I'm fine, let’s get you back”

Luke left you and Matt in the parking lot with the keys to his suv before heading into the station to get Emily. Matt drove you back to the hotel, you sat in the parking lot with him for a while, Matt was showing you pictures of the kids and how big they’ve gotten. You had yet to meet the newest addition to the Simmons family, the little one that has yet to be born but it’s like the baby is already here. Matt was so excited even though this was the 4th time Kristy would be giving birth.

“You’re going to be okay ?” Matt asked you as he walked you to your room

“Yeah, I'll be okay Matt”

“You know what to do if you need anything right ?”

“Yes Matt, I'll call my super cool FBI agent for a brother to come rescue me” you laughed making Matt roll his eyes.

“That’s exactly what you’ll do, now you’re sure you don’t want to come back to my place ? Kristy and the kids are at home and I’m sure they’d love to see their aunt”

“Hm, maybe. Let me get my stuff ?”

“I’ll help”

Matt walked into your room and helped you gather your things before heading back to the suv and driving you to his place. “Babe!” Matt called as he walked into the house, “Shh the kids just went down for a nap, they were playing outside all day” Kristy told him, giving him a hug.

“Is the case over already ?” she asked him, he shook his head.

“No, just had to bring our guest over”

Right on cue, you walked in with your bags. “Hey pretty lady!” you pulled Kristy into a hug, “Hey you!” she hugged you back, well as best as she could considering she had a huge bump right now. “Ready to pop yet ?” you laughed with your hand on her belly. “Just about, I told him no more after this one” she gave Matt a look and he just shrugged.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so-” Matt started but you cut him off

“Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, I don’t wanna hear that”

Matt and Kristy laughed at your comment, Matt headed back out to work while you helped Kristy make dinner for your little rug rats.

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Luke sat in the conference room when Matt came back. “Hey man, where’s your sister?” he glanced at Matt, “she’s at my place with Kristy and the kids” he told him. Luke let out an ‘oh’ that sounded rather sad.

“You okay man ?”

“Oh yeah, I'm fine”

“Then what’s with the sad look on your face ?”

Matt sat across from Luke waiting for his answer. Luke contemplated if he could tell Matt what was really on his mind or if he should make up something. Would he be mad if I liked her ? The voice rang through his head over and over again. “She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.” Tara’s words came back to him. He should just tell him how he feels, he doesn't want to lie to him.

“Is your sister seeing anyone ?” Luke blurts out much more awkwardly than he’d expected, Matt gave him a weird look.

“I don't think so, why do you ask ?” Matt looked over at him

“Oh just cause the case, gotta cover all the bases” Luke lied

“Are you sure that’s the reason you’re asking me about her ?”

Did Matt know ? No, he couldn't know. He played it cool. Oh what was he thinking? Tara figured it out, Luke’s sure Matt did too.

“What do you mean ?” Luke avoids Matt’s stare, instead he busies himself with the papers scattered across the table.

“You know exactly what I mean Luke.” Luke’s eyes met Matt’s, Luke knew that Matt knew and he couldn't bullshit his way out of this one. “Come on” Matt stood up, Luke mirrored his actions. “Where are we going ?”

“Just come with me”

The two men walked out of the station and got into the car. They were now 15 minutes into their ride and Matt has yet to tell Luke where they're going. Luke looks over at him, “I know you like her” Matt says quietly. “I do” Luke replies.

The rest of the drive is silent, Matt pulls into his driveway.

“Tell her” was all Matt said to him

“Tell her what?”

“Tell her you like her, you both deserve happiness. I trust her judgement, she always did know what was good for her and you, I trust you with my life man, I can trust you with her” Matt told him before getting out of the car. Luke stayed in the car for a few minutes gathering his thoughts before headed into the house.

“Hey” he smiled at Kristy who was in the living room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

“Hey Luke, how are you ?”

“I’m good, how are you ?”

“Very pregnant” she laughed, Luke chuckled making his way over to her and gave her a hug. Kristy knew why he was there, Matt wasn’t the only one with profiling skills in the house.

“She’s in the backyard” Kristy gave Luke’s hand a squeeze, Luke had an amused look on his face as if Kristy wasn't supposed to know about his crush on y/n. Luke whispered a thank you to her before heading to the backyard.

You sat on the swing hanging from the tree, you had been there when Matt put it up. Kristy had a vision of a swing from her tree and Matt being the husband he is, made her vision a reality. The sound of footsteps filled your ears, too heavy to be Kristy or the kids and too light to be Matt’s, you look up to see Luke standing in front of you.

“Hey there agent, here to arrest me ?” you stick your hands out in front of you, the blush you saw this morning was back. “Kidding Luke, what’s up ?” you asked him, he leaned against the tree watching you swing back and forth.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing after this afternoon”

“Oh the parking lot thing ? I'm fine, are you okay ?”

“I’m good too”

Silence filled the air, you swung back and forth on the swing while your feet dangled above the ground. Luke stood in front of you, his hands on the rope stopping you from swinging again. You looked up at the man who was looking down at you.

“I came here to tell you something” Luke says.

“I’m listening” you look at him.

“I like you” he admits.

“That’s cool, I like you too” you reply casually.

Luke gives you a look, only then did you realize that he meant he liked you, as in he was attracted to you and not he likes you as a friend. “Oh you like like me?” you said making Luke chuckle, “yes y/n, I like like you” he admitted to you.

This whole scene made you feel rather childish in some ways. Your older brother’s friend was towering over you while you sat on a swing like a child and he admitted he had feelings for you, especially after you asked if he “like likes’ you.

“Well for your information, I don’t like you” you said rather bluntly. Luke’s smile dropped from his face. “Oh okay” he turned on his heels and made his way to the fence, you sat on the swing and realized he wasn't coming back towards you.

“Luke!” you shouted as you ran after him, meeting on the front lawn, he stopped and looked at you. “I was only kidding” your hands cupped his face, “I do like you, a lot.” you admitted.

“Do you like like me though y/n?” he asked seriously.

“Yes Luke, I like like you” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Luke pulled you closer to him by your waist as he leaned down towards you. You were on your tiptoes, his hands on your hips to hold you before you toppled over. Luke’s lips met yours right as the sprinklers on the front lawn turned on.

The two of you stood on the lawn, the sprinklers soaking your clothes without a care in the world.

All you could think about was Luke.

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kaeyasstarlight · 3 years

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Anniversary(Husband!Shoto Todoroki x Wife!Reader)

A.N: I'm just in love with husband Shoto(I mean I'm in love with all that he does) and I had the inspiration to write a little something with him(I mean most of the space in my head is for him). Also, if it's cheesy I'm sorry(I don't know why but I kinda like cheesy stuff(you can judge me TwT))

Have fun reading!

Genre:Fluff <3

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activity, Female prounons and description(She/Her), Consomation of champagne,throwing up at the end

"Baby?"

"Love?"

"Honey?"

"The love of my life?"

"Wake up please",he was pouting at this point

You were already awake but you just wanted to play with him a little. You were trying not to laugh but he could still hear you

"I know you're awake I hear you trying not to laugh -_-"

"Please?"

"Fine I can't anymore", you said laughing

"I knew you were awake. Come here love",he showed you to go in his arms. You went in and relaxed in his hold.

"I took the day off for me and you for our special day",he muffled his face on the top of your head.

"That's awesome! We will get the opportunity to be together all day! I love you so much!"

"I love you too My Love", he kissed the top of you head.

Today was your 3 years mariage anniversary. He was the best husband you could ask for and the last 3 years were so beautiful.

"Do you want to do something in particular? It's all your choice baby."

"It's OUR special day not mine!", you said laughing a bit

"But I want to treat you like a queen today"

"You treat me like a queen everyday Shoto. Plus, I have a surprise for you tonight"

"I thought the surprise was last night ;)"

"Sho!", you blushed a bit

"We're married now, it's normal that we do this kind of stuff", he smirked a bit at you

"Anyways, how about we go take breakfast at a cafe and we'll see what we'll do from there okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

You both dressed up and got ready for your wondeful day full of love and happiness.

You arrived at the cafe and waited for your turn. When some guys were looking at you, Shoto putted an arm around your waist to show and tell them in silence: "You can look but she's mine"

You both took your orders and as you were about to pay, he took his credit card and payed for the both of you. You went in the corner to wait for your order. You looked and whispered/yelled:

"Shoto! I could've payed you know.", you pouted.

"I know Love, but I want to be the best husband ever today"

"You are the best husband everyday!"

"Thank you Love. I will let you treat me later okay? Didn't you also say you had a surprise?"

"Oh yeah that's right!"

"Order number 23."

"Thank you have a nice day!",you said at the server.

You both sat at a table and talked about how your jobs have been doing and other random stuff. He listened to you all the way and looked at you with loving eyes.

"How did I get so lucky to have someone so beautiful has her.", he thought.

"You know? It kinda reminds me of our days in U.A."

"How so?"

"When you brought me to some places and always payed for me with your dad's credit card.", he laughed a bit.

"Yeah you're right.", he cupped you cheek and you melted into the touch.

"It was a while ago"

You both finished eating and decided to go to the beach. It was a beautiful day and what is better than taking some sun on the side of a beach? Almost nothing. So, you both went home and packed your stuff to go to the beach.

You arrived and installed your chairs(you know like this thing):

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You had putted your suimsuits under your clothes so you removed your shirt and pants just to be in your suimsuit. Shoto looked at you and blushed a bit at sight.

"So beautiful", he thought

He also removed his shirt to leave himself in only his swimming tracks and it was your turn to blush(I mean have you seen his freaking abs?! >///<) You sat on your chairs and relaxed for a while. He was holding your hand while you were both sleeping. You both had a stressfull week and taking time for the both of you was just perfect. Of course, due to the fact you were both pre heroes(him on third place and you on fifth place), got greeted by fans when you were awake(We love respecting fans >:3). After that, you went in the water and you then splashed water at him.

"Oh you're in for it Love."

He throwed back water at you and you both started a water war. You were both smiling and laughing and you suddlenly gave Shoto a loving look. He stopped splashing water and looked at you.

"What are you doing Love looking at me like that?", he smirked a bit.

"I'm glad to see you so happy and laughing. It warms my heart.", you smiled at him and he got closer to you.

"It's all because of you My Love. You helped me get over my past and you made me the happiest man on earth. I still thank Midoriya for making me know more about you on that the day we had a real conversation for the first time. What did I do to deserve a so beautiful princess like you in my life?",he cupped your cheek.

"And what did I do to deserve a handsome Icy-Hot prince in my life?"

He brought you behind a big rock where no one could see you both and started kissing you. He putted his hand on your hip.

"Is it okay if I put my hand on your hip?", even after years of marriage he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and doesn't want to disrespect your boundries.

"It's totally okay Sho.", you smiled sweetly at him and after he went back to kissing you.

When it was time to go back home you packed back your stuff and went back to your house. You asked him if he could dress up in his suit and he told you that he would be glad to (have you seen Shoto in a suit?! It's beautiful TwT(ok I'm gonna stop now haha)).

You putted your beautiful dress that you had bought recently. It was your favorite color and was looking like this:

Link of the image(You can always imagine something else this is just an idea :D )

He was waiting for you because you took a bit more time to get ready. When you got out of the bathroom, his eyes widened and he was looking at you in awe. You were like the most beautiful angel he ever saw and he thinks he's blessed to have you in his life.

"My Love...Wow..."

"Thank you", you blushed a bit at his reaction.

"Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Of course My Love."

You both went in the car and you drived to the place. He was curious of where you were taking him. When you arrived, you told him to close his eyes and that you were going to guide him. He felt that he was sitting down and you told him to open his eyes. He opened them and saw the fancy place you brought him to. Your were in a fancy restaurant and you were just the two of you alone in a room with a table and candles.

"You're the one who always brings me to fancy restaurants like this, so I decided to surprise you by doing an uno reverse card. I'm sorry if it's not very original".

"It's perfect My Love", he kisses your cheek.

"Welcome to our place tonight. I'll be your server today. Would you like to have something to drink?"

"We'll take two glasses of your choice of champagne please",you ask.

"Of course. Here are the menus I'll be back".

You both look at the menu and choose your meals. The server comes back with two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. You tell them your orders and they go do their stuff. While you wait, you just enjoy each others presence and live a wonderful moment.

"To our marriage!",you said while bringing your glass in the air.

"To our mariage!",he says looking at you with his eyes full of love.

The server brought you both your meals and you enjoyed it fully. After dinner, he hears a song playing. He reconizes the song,it's your wedding song.

"What did you plan Love?",he smiles at you.

He stands up and bows to you.

"Will you give me this dance My Lady?(Cat Noir vibes)",he asks you.

"With pleasure", you take his hand to stand up to go dance.

He puts one of his hand on your hips and the other holds one of your hand, while your other hand is on his shoulder. You both dance in each others arms and it's like you both are stuck in your own little world. It was one of the most beautiful night you spent together and it's a day you will never forget.

The next day:

The next morning, you wake up before Shoto because of a weird feeling. You look at him to admire his beautiful sleepy face, but you then start to feel sick. You get out of the bed the fastest possible and run to the bathroom. You start to throw up and cough in the toilet. Shoto hears the noises, gets up to go to in front of the bathroom and knocks on the door.

"Baby? Are you okay in there?"

"I'm just throwing up it's fine. It will pass."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You have to go to work and I don't want to put you late. I'll call sick and go to the doctor if it can reassure you okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

A.N: I will end it here for now! I'll make a part 2 as soon as possible, but I think you get where this is going to ;)

I think you also saw that Shoto called you beautiful many times and that's because I want all of you to feel loved and beautiful. I live with insecurities, but I try each day to get over them and I know it's hard. Remember that you are loved and cared for!

Until part 2 or my next post, have a nice day or night! <3

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simpleserendipity · 3 years

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Drive Safely then | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (friends with benefits, college calum)

Warning: smut, talk about sex, blow job

Word count: 2,301 words

You sit, clicking your pen, again and again, waiting for the bell to ring in your last period class, History. Your history teacher drones on about something, a war maybe? You couldn’t help but let your mind drift to thinking about Calum, you kept thinking of the feeling of his hands sliding up your skirt slowly or his mouth trailing your body. You shake your head, turning your attention back to reality. You pull out your phone and start a text to Calum. It's been a full year since your arrangement with Calum started. You were a junior and he was a senior when it started. Now he’s in university and you’re finishing your senior year. He's a well-known soccer player at the local university and you're what you would call a slut at the local high school. You decided that it's beneficial for both of you, instead of sleeping around, you can just call each other for a hookup anytime. You could avoid the high school boys with their gossip and he could avoid the drama of girls wanting to be the girlfriend of the star player. It was exciting seeing an older boy with his own apartment because it wasn’t just hooking up in cars or bedrooms with families downstairs.

ME: What are you doing after school?

You set your phone on your thigh waiting for a response. You feel your phone vibrate quickly after.

CAL: Want me to pick you up?

You smiled.

ME: I hoped you would say that.

CAL: I'll be outside.

You set your phone down on your thigh and start to pack up your things. You had two minutes till class was over, it was the longest two minutes of your life, knowing that you could see Calum after this. It’s been two weeks since you last saw each other, you had gone longer without seeing him but recently you’ve been itching to see him. You just wanted to go see Calum. The bell rang and you got up as fast as you could. You were the first out of the classroom and you went storming down the hallway.

"Oooh ______ is practically running, she never does that," Your best friend says as he follows me down the hall, "Unless ______ is on her way to hook up with a certain someone..." He laughs. It wasn’t like it was a total secret but you didn’t want anyone to start talking about your relationship with Calum.

You flip him off, "Maybe I am," You laugh with an eye roll, "I'll talk to you later, Love you."

"Alright, love you." He laughs and goes in a different direction.

You get out the front of the school and down the steps. You had to hold yourself back from skipping to his car because of how excited you are. You head straight into the parking lot not stopping for anyone even after you hear people calling your name, waving hands at you. You see Calum's black truck, parked in the front row with the engine running. Calum sat in the driver's seat, on his phone. You get to the car and hop in. You throw your backpack on the floor and get buckled. You look over and see he’s wearing his soccer warm-ups with a beaning on his head, he must have come from practice this morning. Calum often picks you up from school since it’s the easiest place to meet him without getting questions from your parents.

"Took you fucking long enough," He leans over and kisses you slowly, just enough to tease you a bit he breaks apart and starts the car, “I was about to leave you here.” He snaps, you knew he didn’t mean it but you loved when he was like this and he knew that.

"Sorry Calum," You hummed lightly, shifting to press your thighs together, embarrassed of how turned on his simple words could make you, "I was on the opposite side of the school."

“Of course you were.” He rolls his eyes.

“I was,” You defend yourself quickly, “How was your day?”

Calum laughs, “Fine, boring as hell.” His hand finds a place on your knee,

“How was your day?”

“It was alright,” You shift lightly so the denim skirt you had worn today slid up,

“Pretty boring. I was thinking about you in class today.” You leaned closer to the center console.

“What did you think about?” Calum’s thumb traces circles around your knee.

“You want to know?” You giggled.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, baby girl.”

“Well,” You leaned across the console, pressing your chest against his arm, “I was thinking about how your hands would feel going up my skirt and the things your fingers can do to me or how your mouth feels on my skin or the way you taste.” You sit back in your seat as he backs out of the parking spot.

"Fuck," he mutters and moves a hand right to your inner thigh, fingers tracing circles around the soft flesh, "I can't wait to get out of here."

"Me either," You move his hand off of you.

"What the hell?" He turns and looks at me with shock, not used to you rejecting his advances in a moment like this.

"Shut up." You tell him, pulling your hair out of your face.

“What the hell do you mean ‘shut up’?” He snaps, looking around at the cars surrounding us as we wait in the afterschool traffic.

“I said shut up.” You repeat yourself as you unbuckle and move your hands over to his jeans. You move your hand over to palm him for a moment and he lets out a slight groan. You move to the waistband of his sweats.

You pull his dick out of the sweats slowly, "______, we’re literally still in the school parking lot..." He laughs, “You’re so eager today aren’t you?”

"I can't help yourself, it’s been two weeks," You said before you leaned down to kitten lick the tip, "I just want you now." You continued to lick slowly around the tip.

"Fuck," he groans as you took him in your mouth, "You're gonna get it later, baby girl." He takes one hand from the steering wheel and tugs at your hair. You moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head up and down at a tantalizing pace as he exits the parking lot. Finally moving at a regular speed compared to the way the car crawled through the parking lot earlier.

Calum drove very fast, probably going way above the speed limit, "Cal?" You pull off all the way and his hand comes away from your hair.

“Yes, baby?” He asks, turning to look at you before turning back to the road.

"You're going way over the speed limit aren't you?" You look up through your eyelashes.

"The faster you get to your house the faster I’ll get to feel that sweet body of yours on mine, baby girl." He shrugs and smirks. You smile and push your thighs further together at his words. Calum’s hand comes back into your hair and you go back to sucking him off. You feel his grip on your hair tighten, a sign that he is close, “I’m so fucking close.” He groans, “You’re gonna fucking kill us if you continue.”

You popped up for a minute, “Drive safely then.” You leaned back down before you giggled against his cock, the vibrations made him lose it. He finishes in your mouth. You pull up and look at him while swallowing. You carefully put his dick back in his pants for him, leaning back into your seat.

"You're so gonna get it..." You giggle and he pulls up in front of his apartment building. He parked in the spot next to one of his roommates, Ashton. It seems like Ashton is the only roommate here right now since Michael and Luke’s cars are missing.

You hop out of the car and leave your backpack in the car. You meet Calum at the front of the car. His arm wraps around your waist, hand resting loosely on your hip as he guides you up the stairs to your apartment. You get up the stairs and you get to the door and he unlocks the door with his free hand. Calum pushes the door open and you go in first with him following you. You get inside and head down the familiar hall, landing on the very last bedroom. You throw the door open, Calum coming in right after. You get into his room and toss off your shirt and shuck your shoes to the side before he even closes the door. He shuts the door, tosses his shirt to the side, and comes behind you. Calum puts his hands on your hips as his lips find your neck softly peppering around before finding the sweet spot below your ear. As soon as his lips touched that spot, you leaned your head back into his chest with a moan. He sucks on that spot a bit, sure to leave a purple mark behind which made you groan in annoyance. Your hands are busy unbuttoning your skirt, once the skirt is unbuttoned, you peel it off leaving you in a black lace bralette and red lace underwear. You mentally kicked yourself for not wearing a matching set today. His hands and lips detach from your body momentarily as he pulls his shirt off. Calum’s hands returned to your hips and moved around to get your underwear off. His lips moving to the base of your neck, definitely marking you up again.

Calum pulls back to look at you, “What is it with you and always wearing lace?” He eyed you up and down before returning to your neck, not waiting for an answer.

“I like it.” That was all you said between broken moans.

Calum pulls off of you, spinning you around to look you in the eye. You pull his sweats down slowly, you lean in and start kissing his neck. Calum pulls you off and walks you back, your knees hitting the bed before your back hits the mattress. He lies you on your back before he leans back in and begins kissing your neck as he hovers over you. You tangle your hands in his hair, biting your lip to suppress your moans, not wanting to be so loud since Ashton was still there. After a moment you pushed Calum over so that he lied on his back. You swung one leg over his hips so that you were straddling him with your hands resting on his chest.

He bites his lip and looks at you, "God I love this," He puts his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your hips, enough to leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t understand his need to mark you up every time he touched you and it annoyed the hell out of you but no matter what you said, he would always claim it was an accident. You should’ve stopped to chastise him right then but you were more excited to get onto it. You kiss his lips quickly, then you move down his jaw, neck, and down his chest, to the hem of his boxers. You put your fingers on the edge and stop to look at him, "You are desperate to please today aren’t you?” He teases.

“It’s been too long.” You huffed.

“Well then,” He crosses his hands behind his head, “Don't let me stop you then." Calum shoots you a shit-eating grin.

"I won't," You smile as you begin to pull the hem down slowly, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. The knock startles both of you and you scramble off of Calum. You pull a pillow in front of your chest to hide from the person at the door and sit on your knees as he gets up angrily.

He cracks the door slightly, "What?" He spits through his teeth, you peek around him to see Ashton standing there.

"Dude don't yell at me," Ashton scoffs, "I just came to tell you that coach just called a mandatory meeting tonight so I would get dressed."

"Fuck," Calum turns to look at you, you worldlessly get up, scrambling to get dressed, "Thank you, Ash." Ashton nods before leaving. You pulled your shirt over your head again. Then you wrap your skirt around you, buttoning it quickly.

“This bites.” You groaned as you turned back to see him buttoning his pants. You finished buttoning your skirt. He slipped his t-shirt back on.

You bent over to slide your shoes on as he comes over behind you and puts his hands on your hips, "I’m sorry we got interrupted, I'll call you tonight?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You groaned as you knew that he wouldn’t call and it might be another week before you see him again.

“I’m sorry,” Calum rolls his eyes, “I didn’t think that coach would call a meeting this late.”

“It’s fine,” You huff and try to roll it off, only Calum can tell how irritated you are, “Don’t worry about it.” You turned to walk out only for Calum’s hand to catch yours.

“Actually baby,” He pulls you chest to chest with him, “How about you stay and I’ll make the meeting quick?” He says with his lips ghosting yours, “Or maybe I won’t go at all.”

You leaned forward and locked your lips moving softly, “You should go,” You said as you pulled off, “But I’ll definitely be here when you get back if you can make it quick.” You leaned in kissing his lips again before he pulled away with a smirk on his lips, heading for the door.

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devotion · 4 years

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spider-baby → p.p

summary: you tell tony that you and peter are trying for a baby in a birthday party with the avengers.

word count: 1.2k+ | p.p masterlist

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"ready, beautiful?" peter asked you, closing the trunk of his car.

it had been quite some time that you hadn't felt this content with how life was turning out - which is why you replied by wrapping your arms around his middle, pressing your body against his back and taking in the warmth that he logically was blessed with; one last time today before you had to step in and be welcomed by your mentor and his colleagues. a content sigh escaped your lips, basking in the moment and saying, "totally."

throughout the highs and lows that you had experienced in your life; the wonderful relationship with peter, the inevitable pressure and pain that came with university and balancing the tough job you had rightfully earned from tony stark were just the few priorities you were balancing on a daily.

however, you could finally say that your uni graduation was over and done with a few weeks ago, leaving your hands undoubtedly more freer. even if your job and independently living in your shared house with peter seemed to drive you up the wall from time to time.

and it wasn't because you felt like at the epitome of happiness just recently, but the thought of having a child had always crossed your mind.

it was unavoidable, to an extent, how much time you spent and were surrounded by kids. whether it was with your side of the family that would come over ─ your little innocent cousins running all over the place and doting peter whenever they saw him. or if it was just frolicking around with morgan at any time you were in the stark tower. the ardent rush of baby fever would take over you every time.

the more time passed, the more the concept of having a baby would prop up. essentially, you and peter had been trying for one for a while now. today, on morgan's birthday, it felt right to inform tony - mainly because peter wanted his father figure to be aware of it and possibly, it could be another good reason to celebrate with the avengers.

with morgan's present in one hand, peter offered his other, not forgetting to exaggerate it, batting his eyelashes at you. "let's go then, shall we, m'lady?"

you took it and intertwined your fingers with his, imitating his actions, replying,"sure thing, my man." then, planted a kiss on his cheek.

you were greeted with open arms by everyone - almost crying at how overwhelming the idea was that you always felt accepted at any time you were in their company.

eventually the commotion of your arrival had died down, giving you the indication to make a beeline towards pepper and morgan.

the interactions between morgan and peter had definitely made you melt. you really didn't expect him to still pick her up and boop her nose. the sparkle in his eyes you witnessed wasn't rare but it was more special when you found it on occasions like this - where he was in his element.

"i'm quite nervous 'bout this, pete," you told him whilst you sensed the butterflies now fluttering in your stomach.

there was no question that peter was too; it was a big step, really. two high school sweethearts. you had known the avengers and peter for many years now. but you had grown with him from difficult and awkward teenagers to almost sensible adults. responsible for the most part, surely. and to think that every person in the room had seen this big change, primarily nat, makes them shed a tear or two.

peter slung an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to his side and nose nudging your temple. he whispered just enough for you to hear, "you'll be fine, beautiful; you're not alone. you never will be."

you breathed out, trying to take in the reassurance, and in the spur of the moment, you did not think that your sweet moment would be interrupted by the one and only tony stark.

maybe you shouldn't have jumped the way you did because that scared the crap out of your boyfriend and his peter tingle.

"so?" tony started, spreading out his arms for a hug, "how's my favourite power couple doing?"

you visibly retched at his choice of wording, to peter's dismay, making him frown. "i thought we were a power couple," he mumbled sadly.

after exchanging hugs between you all, tony sensed your restlessness. he raised a ruffled eyebrow at you both, "everything okay?" he glanced towards peter and he recognised that there was clear excitement purely written on his face, "you look like you're about to scream, peter."

you look to your right, and indeed, you saw him practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

some things never change.

but you don't let peter say it yet. instead, you grab his hand in yours and pull him towards you.

"we've been wanting to say his for a while," you began, already earning a quizzical look from tony, "but we're excited to say..."

you prodded at peter's thumb with your own, in order for you to say this at the same time, "that we're trying for a baby!"

tony's face had instantly changed from a look of uncertainty to one of surprise, blinking a few times to register what you had said. but in no time, he brought you in again in his hold. and you weren't quite sure if you heard a sniffle.

shortly afterwards, you both were released and you found tony glassy-eyed, although, grinning at your disclosure.

"i'm happy for you kids," tony smiled. then, as the stark seized everyone's attention, you laid your head next to his, turning your face to kiss his exposed neck lightly. the crowd erupted in cheers when they were also enlightened with the news a few seconds later.

rhodey piped up, "yooo, peter and y/n being the next parents? damn, who knew spider-baby would be coming so soon?" he lifted up his glass of beer to thor, clinking it with his.

"no wrapping before tapping now, is there," bucky announced, making steve howl with laughter.

yours and peter's face flushed beet red at his statement.

steve added, "but it doesn't go to show, buck, that it won't not be sweeter if you wrap your peter," sending a wink your way.

whilst peter scratched the back of his neck at his comment, you decided that you might as well have just died from embarrassment. that being the case, you hid your head into peter's nape, his hand reaching the small of your back as he tried to disregard what he had just heard.

it was true that all happy families were alike in their own way; selfless love shown to each member through actions and emotions. and as sappy as it was, it really did feel like home. it felt like your family. and hopefully, you were going to have your own little one with you soon to make one of your own.

being present in peter's embrace brought to you a state of warm and snug comfort. and when his lips brushed against the top of your head, he was greeted by the fragrant smell of your shampoo filling his senses. the edges of his lips curved upwards, the following words tumbling from his mouth without thinking,

"by the way, y/n," your attention diverted towards his face, not failing to beam at the way he looked so radiant and beautiful; you were so very lucky to call him yours,

"i'm wearing the smile you gave me."

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raeandwhatnot · 3 years

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Distant- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: Charlie has been distant and you finally let out your thoughts.

Warnings: Angst.. a lot of it, but it has a nice ending!

Request: yes (x) no () “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it.” “How does that make it okay?”

Words: 2.3k

A/N: I would like to clarify that I don’t think Charlie ever do this; this is purely fiction! Just like any other imagine! Also, you wanna request an imagine, imbox me! check out the prompt list of you need inspiration!

“I’m going to be at Owen’s tonight,” Charlie announced as he was packing his backpack for the day. I look up at him in disbelief. We have been married for almost a year, and for these past three months, I have woken up almost every day to him not by my side. I understand that he is busy with work and filming. I understand that he needs a guy’s night sometimes. But he is about to leave for a whole day and not even bother coming home.

“Why?” I ask.

Charlie let’s out a frustrated sigh, “I just want a guy’s night.” I scoff and look back at my morning coffee. “What?” he asks, hearing my reaction to what he said.

“Charlie, you’ve had a guy’s night almost every day this week! Will you at least be home for dinner?” I question.

He stops packing his bag to look at me. “No, (Y/N). I’m going to his right after work. You know this,” he says, placing a hand on his hip.

I could feel the anger growing inside me that has been slowing building over these past few months. “Fine,” I state, finishing my coffee and place the mug into the sink.

I hear Charlie walk closer to me, “Okay, what’s wrong?”

I keep my back towards him because I couldn’t even think of looking him in the face right now. “Nothing,” I mumble. “Have a good day.”

I start walking towards our room before Charlie grabs my arm to make me stop. “No! Something is wrong! What is it?” he asks, raising his voice a little.

Tears started to brew in my eyes slightly. I tug my arm out of his grasp and look at him, “Why don’t you take a guess, Charlie?! Why could I be so upset?!”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking, (Y/N)!” he says, analyzing my face. He then looks straight into my eyes as a tear dropped on my cheek. He furrows his eyebrows and places his hand on my cheek to wipe the tear away. “You’re crying!”

I take his hand off of my face as more tears started to fall. “Please, come home tonight,” I whisper.

“Babe, I just said I was going to Owen’s,” Charlie whispers as well, reaching to wipe more of my tears.

Before he could reach my face, I back away. “And that’s the problem!” I shout. The anger that has been swelling up in me is finally coming out, and I didn’t know how to control it or let it out in a calmly manner. “Charlie, you are never home anymore! I have been eating alone for a while now, and I have been going to bed alone because you are at Owen’s! ”

Charlie shakes his head, “Babe, you know I work these long hours. Sometimes I need guy time! We’ve talked about this! This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“Are you kidding me?!” I shout. “I understand all of that, but what about having time together?! We haven’t had dinner together in two and a half months! And how does that make it okay?! How does that make it okay to leave your wife alone all the time?! Do you understand how lonely I am feeling?”

I stare at Charlie, finishing my statement of emotions. He had a shocked expression on his face as if he didn’t know that he has been doing this. Tears were now forming in his eyes.

“I am.. so sorry, (Y/N). I had no idea,” Charlie whispers, stepping closer only for me to take another step back.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Charlie. You have been leaving your wife alone for three months, and you didn’t even notice. Does this marriage even matter to you anymore?” I cry. There was a moment of silence as both of us had tears running down our faces. Charlie’s mouth kept opening and closing, not knowing what to say. “Whatever, I am going to Jeremy and Carolynn’s. Have fun at work,” I mumble.

I walk quickly to the door, slipping on my shoes and grab my keys. I heard Charlie protesting for me to stop and to come back, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. I was so upset and angry to continue speaking to him. I get in my car and drive away to our friend’s house.

***

I pull into the driveway of Jeremy and Carolynn’s house, sobbing uncontrollably. I texted Carolynn that I was on my way and that I wanted to hang out for the day. I slowly climbed out of the car and walked to their front door to ring the doorbell. I few seconds later, Care opens the door. Once she noticed my tear stained, red cheeks, she pulls me into a hug. “Oh my goodness, what happened?!” she questions, rubbing my back.

I pull away from the hug to wipe away the tears with my sleeve. “Charlie and I had a fight. I finally told him how lonely I was because he’s never home,” I whimper, more tears threatening to fall. “He didn’t even notice, Care,” I cry out.

“Oh, sweetie,” Carolynn whispers, pulling me back into a hug. I sobbed quietly in her shoulder. I suddenly hear footsteps coming from inside the house. I look up from Carolynn’s shoulder to see Jeremy standing behind her. I pull away from the hug to wave at Jeremy. He doesn’t say anything, but instead he too pulls me into a hug.

“Everything will be okay. Charlie will come to his senses,” Jeremy whispers in my ear. I nod my head and pull away from his grasp. Jeremy steps to the side to let me into their house. “I am on my way to set. I will see you later. I love you,” he says, giving Carolynn a kiss on the cheek. Care says her goodbyes and closes the door. I plop myself on the couch and grab a blanket nearby to let it cover my legs.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Care asks, sitting down next to me on the couch.

I let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, I just need to vent.”

“I’m all ears, (Y/N/N),” Care says.

I tell her everything that happened just an hour ago. I tell her that Charlie was going to be at Owen’s again for the 5th night in a row, leaving me alone again. I tell her how frustrated I have been with him that he hasn’t even payed the slightest attention to me. I tell her that I have cried myself to sleep because I miss his arms around me at night sometimes. I tell her everything.

“Do I sound selfish for all of this?” I ask quietly. I had finally stopped crying. My eyes were burning from how much crying I have done.

“(Y/N), you are not selfish at all!” Carolynn says. “Charlie married you for a reason, and he isn’t keeping the promises he made to you. He is 100% in the wrong, and he needs to make up for it!”

I shake my head, “I’m not going to work for it if he’s not going to. I’m tired of trying to keep making this work. Maybe this whole marriage thing was a mistake.” I look at my left hand, fiddling with my ring.

“No, (Y/N)!” Carolynn protests. “It’s only been almost a year! You guys can get through this and fix it! Please, don’t give up!”

“Why? Why should I not give up?” I frustratingly ask.

“Because you both love each other so much. I know this is awful and frustrating, but you guys need to communicate so you can fix this,” Carolynn advises.

“Well, he has a funny way of showing that he loves me, recently,” I mumble.

There was a pause in the conversation to let everything sink in. I think Carolynn knew that she shouldn’t push it too much. “Let’s have a spa day. Let’s do facemasks, paint our nails, and watch comedy movies to make this day better,” Care says, standing up with a big smile on her face.

I look up to see her bright face. I slightly smile at her positivity. “That sounds wonderful,” I say. Care claps her hands and runs to get the spa stuff.

***

Hours pass and Carolynn and I’s spa day had come to an end. My stomach was growling to let me know that I needed food. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” Carolynn asks.

I shake my head, “It’s okay, Care. I have leftovers waiting for me at my house.” Care cocks her head to the side, not believing that it was okay to go back home. “I’ll be fine. I promise. I am a little nervous to go home, but it’s okay. I need to go home eventually.”

Carolynn gives me a sympathy smile. “Okay, if you say so. Text me when you get home,” she says, pulling me into one last hug before I go.

I wave goodbye before climbing into my car. I let out a heavy sigh, starting the engine to drive back home. I don’t put on any music like I normally do. I drive in silence. About a half an hour later, I arrived back home. I saw that Charlie’s car wasn’t in the driveway which didn’t surprise me, but my heart still dropped at the sight of it not being there. I get out of the car and go to the front door to unlock it. I stop my tracks as I could hear music coming from inside. I listen closely, but I couldn’t make out the song. I slightly twist the door knob to see it was unlocked. I slowly open the door and peak inside. The song started to be clearer as I open the door, and I realized that it was Charlie and I’s song. It was Everything She Does is Magic covered by Sleeping at Last.

As I open the door fully, I saw Charlie standing in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was cooking something on the stove, and it smelled delicious. Charlie turns around to see me frozen at the front door. “Hey, you’re home!” he exclaims, a smile forming on his face. I slowly put my keys on the key holder and take off my shoes, still staring at Charlie.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I am cooking dinner for my wife,” Charlie says, turning back to the stove.

I tilt my head to the side, confused, “But.. but I thought you were going to Owen’s tonight?”

Charlie covers the pot and walks over to me. “I told him that I need to spend time with my wife tonight,” he says, taking my hands into his. I could feel my heart pounding. He squeezes my hands before he continues to speak. “I have been a total dick towards you, and I don’t think I could apologize enough to earn your forgiveness. I totally understand that. I shouldn’t have been leaving you alone so many times, and I can’t believe that I let myself do that to you. I can’t believe I didn’t realize how lonely you were. I shouldn’t earn your forgiveness, but I can’t imagine you not in my life. This marriage does matter to me! I’m truly, deeply, immensely, sorry, (Y/N).”

This time, Charlie’s eyes were brewing with tears as he was talking. I could see the guilt painted on his face. I could tell how sincerely sorry he was. As I was analyzing his face, I could tell that he was wanting me to say something. However, I am speechless, so I pulled Charlie into a big hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. I rub his head as he slightly sobs in my neck. I pull away, keeping my hands wrapped around his neck.

“I don’t think I can describe how hurt I have been feeling these past few months. I felt like you didn’t want to be with me anymore, so you avoided me by not coming home or coming home super late. I know you film late at times, but there wouldn’t be a text if you would come late because of filming or hanging out with Owen or Jeremy. We need to communicate better, and I would appreciate it if you would at least spend time with me,” I rant.

Charlie let’s go of my waist and places his hands on my face. “Of course, (Y/N). I should have been doing that anyway. I used to spend time with you and let you know when I was coming home. I don’t know if it’s because how stressed I have been with filming that I got out of routine, but I shouldn’t have stopped. I’m so, so, so sorry. I will work on it; we can fix this,” he says, placing his forehead onto mine.

I then take my hands and place them on his cheeks as well, wiping away his tears. “Thank you,” I whisper. I bend his head down to kiss him on the forehead. Charlie pulls me into another tight hug, rubbing my back. I pull away and grab Charlie’s hands. “Wait, where is your car?”

“Oh, it’s at our neighbors across from us. I wanted to surprise you by being here tonight, and I didn’t want you to know I was here. Which probably wasn’t the best choice, but I wanted to make you dinner to slightly make up for my absence. There is a lot of making up I need to do,” Charlie explains.

“I won’t deny that,” I joke, but at the same time am serious. “Is dinner ready?” I question.

Charlie chuckles, “Yes! Let’s eat!” He keeps holding my hand and tugs me to the kitchen. He grabs two plates and starts dishing up our meal. I grab cubs to fill them with ice and water. We sit down at our designated spots at the table and have dinner together. This was the first dinner we have had in weeks, and I couldn’t have been happier to be sitting here with my husband.

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2 A.M.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

PROMPTS: 48. I called you at 2am because I need you. 50. I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand

Requested by @wonderlandmind4

So, I’m not going to include #1, because I already did that prompt in another story.

The Avengers are at the Tower for plot reasons. And just because I wanted it that way. Deal with it LOL.

Bucky rubbed his eyes awake as FRIDAY announced that he was receiving an incoming phone call. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and it read 2AM.

“Accept,” he muttered huskily to the AI.

“Wait, FRIDAY, no, no, no!” The call immediately came in.

“Hello?” Bucky asked with confusion.

He expected it to be Steve, who was on a mission with the entire team. It left Bucky as the sole “superhero” left in the tower. But he didn’t see himself as such. Bucky was crashing at the high-rise because he really had no place else to go. And he knew Steve would be disappointed if Bucky didn’t take him up on the offer.

“Bucky, hi.” A female voice said.

He squinted and then put it together. “Y/N, is that you?”

Y/N was Happy’s niece. Tony and Pepper were basically her aunt and uncle without being related. She lived in the city, and therefore was around the tower a lot. Pepper was constantly inviting her over for dinner. Sometimes she’d do her laundry there. If Tony ever had a party, she was invited. The rest of the team had befriended her.

But Bucky...Bucky kept his distance – just like he kept his distance from basically everyone.

However, that didn’t mean he didn’t take notice of Y/N.

It was ridiculous how long it took him to realize that his eyes seemed to always be searching for her when she was around. He watched her at parties, always dressed in a fancy dress with her makeup a little heavier than usual. He would steal glances at her when she was in the gym. Apparently she didn’t want to pay for one herself, but there wasn’t a gym nicer than the one at the tower.

But just because Bucky noticed Y/N didn’t mean he talked to her.

Bucky thought the world hated him. Once all of Hydra and SHIELD’s secrets were leaked, everyone knew exactly what he had done.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t someone people wanted to be friends with.

“Hi, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to call you. No, I told FRIDAY not to call you,” she was talking really quickly – obviously, stressed – and yet quietly, like she was scared someone might hear her.

Bucky sat up straighter, fully awake and now on alert. “Everything OK?”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, not really. I’m sure it’s fine. I’m probably being crazy,” her words were coming out faster and faster.

“Y/N, take a breath,” Bucky demanded.

She must’ve done as she was told because there was 5 seconds of silence.

“What’s going on?” He asked then.

“It might just be the storm…” Bucky looked outside his window at the lightning and heavy downpour. “But I swore I heard someone trying to get into my apartment. There’ve been two robberies in my building the last 2 months.”

Bucky already knew about that. He overheard Y/N telling Pepper, Tony, and Happy about it in the kitchen. She seemed pretty shaken up about it. One of her neighbors had to go to the hospital because the robbers timed it wrong and ended attacking the poor man in a panic.

Tony and Happy weren’t happy about Y/N living in what appeared to be an unsafe building. They both tried to convince her to move into the tower. When she refused, pointing out how ridiculous the idea was, Tony told her he’d just buy her a place that had a doorman and high-level security. Y/N refused that too.

It was the first time Bucky had ever agreed with anything Tony said.

“Can you hear anything now?” Bucky asked, taking Y/N’s concerns and fear very seriously.

“No. It’s hard to hear anything with the rain and thunder outside,” Y/N whispered.

Then she sighed.

“Listen, Bucky, I’m really sorry for waking you up. Pepper and Happy are in Germany for a Stark meeting. I was just trying to reach Tony…”

“Everyone’s out on an assignment right now,” Bucky explained. “I’m the only one here.”

“Oh…” Y/N said lamely.

Bucky could tell she did really feel bad, and was growing more and more embarrassed. “And you don’t have to apologize.”

“I’m just being a total spaz right now and–“ She stopped abruptly.

“Y/N?”

“I definitely just heard something,” she whispered as quietly as possible.

“Y/N, I need you to give me your address,” Bucky instructed calmly.

There was no answer.

“Y/N,” his tone more gentle this time, “you gotta give me your address.”

He was already moving around his room, grabbing necessary clothing. He moved with purpose, not even thinking about what he needed to grab.

Bucky listened as Y/N rattled off her address and apartment number.

He was grateful that her apartment was only a 10 minute drive from the tower.

“I’m on my way. Stay on the phone with me,” Bucky sounded like he did was he was on comms during a mission. Not that he’d done that recently.

“O-Okay,” Y/N stuttered in a whisper.

For a second, Bucky thought maybe he should talk to her, try to keep her calm, or make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. He’d be there soon.

But it was obvious that she was staying quiet so she could listen to any possible intruder.

Just when Bucky was two blocks away from her place, the line went dead.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

He slammed his breaks just outsider her building, not bothering to turn off the car or try to park it.

Bucky would’ve shoved his way through the front door of the building with his metal arm and shoulder, but the lock had already been broken.

Now Bucky was more concerned.

He was quick and stealth as he went up the stairs to Y/N’s floor. He pulled out the gun from the back of his waistband.

With one floor left to go, Bucky suddenly heard footsteps running on the floor above him – Y/N’s floor. The footsteps were running toward the opposite side of the building that Bucky was on. Which meant they probably knew someone was on their way up and they were escaping through the emergency stairs on the other side.

For a moment, Bucky considered running after them. He knew he could catch them. They didn’t stand a chance.

But Y/N was now at the forefront of his mind.

He quickly made it to her apartment.

The door was closed, but he could tell from the scratches on the lock and handle that someone had been trying to break their way in discreetly.

Bucky took in a deep breath and knocked.

“Y/N? It’s Bucky. Can you let me in?”

There was no answer. He waited a few minutes and listened for any movements from inside the apartment.

Nothing.

“Doll… I’m coming in, alright?”

With a quick twist of his metal hand on the doorknob, he was able to crush it to pieces. It should’ve been harder to do, but the building was clearly as old as Bucky and not kept up to code.

Bucky promptly put his gun back in his waistband, not wanting to alarm Y/N with just the mere sight of a firearm.

“Y/N?” He called out to the empty apartment. “It’s just me.”

But he knew where she would be. It was the most common place for people to hide in case of an emergency.

Bucky made his steps quiet, but noticeable, so Y/N knew exactly where he was in the apartment.

He made his way to her bedroom and stopped in front of her closet.

He knew that she knew he was there. He could hear her soft breathing that was still anxious and terrified.

Ever so carefully, he opened her closet door.

Inside Y/N was tucked in the corner, knees to her chest, with a kitchen knife in one hand and her dead cellphone in the other.

Bucky looked at her with only sympathy.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt as scared as Y/N looked. Fear had been beaten out of him long ago.

He kneeled down, his forearms balancing on his knees.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked casually.

She shrugged.

Somehow the giant super soldier managed to fit into the closet, making it feel even smaller than it already did.

“For the record… you aren’t crazy. There was definitely someone trying to get into your apartment.” Then he took in a deep breath, realizing he probably wasn’t making her feel any safer. “But they’re long gone.”

When he glanced down at Y/N, she just nodded in acknowledgment.

Bucky wished he was better with words. He used to be. Words used to be his specialty. But he’d isolated himself from everyone. Before that, he was a brainwashed assassin without a mind of its own. Bucky was out of practice.

Bucky slowed reached over to the hand closest to him, the one holding the knife. Gently, he took it out of her grasp and placed it far enough away from them that it wouldn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

Then he took her hand in his, gripping in tight enough to show her comfort. His thumb brushed back and forth over the back of her hand.

She squeezed in return, silently thanking him.

The closet was quiet, only filled with Y/N’s shaky breathing.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Bucky finally breathed.

The words surprised him. He had no idea where they’d come from.

But they seemed to finally calm Y/N down.

“Why don’t you pack a few things, so you can stay at the tower for a few days?”

He half expected her to be stubborn and say she was fine, that he’d have to put up a fight to get her to go back home with him.

But Y/N just nodded numbly.

He nodded back and got up first so he could help her back onto her feet.

When he started to leave her bedroom to give her some privacy, she jumped forward.

“W-Where are you going?”

Bucky quickly turned around. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to be in the living room. I’m calling the police. Between your door and building’s front door, there’s enough evidence to prove that someone was trying to rob the building again.”

Y/N blinked at the him saying “again,” proving that he knew this had happened in her building recently.

She didn’t think Bucky ever paid her any attention. She was never offended by it. But he had just proved that he knew paid closer attention to her than she could’ve ever realized.

20 minutes later, there was a knock at Y/N’s front door.

Bucky quickly answered to find two cops standing outside.

He answered all their questions, hoping he did a good enough job that they wouldn’t really need to talk to Y/N all that much.

“You live here?” One of them finally asked, realizing that his name wasn’t on the lease.

“No,” Bucky answered.

“It’s your girlfriend’s place?” They followed up.

“Uhhh…no. No, Y/N’s just a friend.” He felt awkward as he answered, but the cops didn’t seemed fazed by it.

Y/N finally came out of her room with a duffle bag.

The cops started asking her questions. Bucky stood guard, making sure they didn’t push her too hard or ask things the wrong way.

After seeing how shook up she was, he felt like he’d instantly turned into her personal body guard.

“Your landlord already called a locksmith to fix your door. He should be here in a few minutes. But you should take any valuables with you just to be safe.”

Y/N nodded.

When the cops turned to talk amongst each other and with the landlord, Y/N turned to Bucky.

“Can we go now?” She asked him meekly.

It was the first time she’d talked directly to him since he got there.

“Yeah, doll, we can go.” He ushered her out and, on instinct alone, put himself between her and the cops as they walked out.

Y/N was quiet on the drive back to the Tower.

Bucky had already texted Happy and Tony about what had happened. He assumed the whole team would know soon enough.

When they were in the lobby of the residential floor, Bucky shifted his weight awkwardly. He didn’t want to leave her yet.

This was the first time they’d ever been alone together and Bucky didn’t think he could go back to keeping his distance again.

“Uhh…Do you want me to show you where the guest suites are?” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck. But he knew that she knew.

She gave him a small, forced smirk. “No, I know where they are.”

He nodded.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to just stay up and watch a movie or something? I don’t–I don’t think I can go to sleep any time soon?”

“Of course. I mean, yeah.” Bucky responded immediately.

“Let me just change into some sweats I packed. I’ll meet you in the TV room?”

“Y-Yeah. Sounds good.”

A few minutes later, Y/N joined him on the couch.

She asked him what he wanted to watch.

“Umm…I don’t-there aren’t a lot of movies that I’ve seen,” Bucky finally told her when she kept trying to figure out what he’d like. “Haven’t really tried to catch up on the whole pop culture thing like Steve has.”

“Oh…” Y/N muttered, realizing the mistake she made.

“Put on whatever you want. Really. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Y/N clicked a few buttons and a quirky song started playing along with someone writing in a notebook.

“Almost Famous,” Y/N explained. “It’s one of my favorites. Always puts me in a good mood, no matter how terrible I feel. And this way, you’ll be able to get a crash course on the best bands ever.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at that.

The opening credits weren’t even over before Bucky felt Y/N looking over at him.

He turned to her.

“Thank you for…saving me tonight,” she told him slowly.

Her words were sincere, her eyes even more so.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.”

“Figured you’d say that.” Then she seemed to be trying to work up the courage to say something else. “I’m…umm…I’m glad it was you.”

Bucky blinked at her small confession.

“Me too,” he finally agreed.

And then they both turned their attention back to the movie.

Halfway through, Bucky felt a weight fall onto his shoulder.

Y/N had fallen asleep, her body choosing Bucky as its pillow.

A soft and shy grin grew on his lips from the feeling and the sight of it.

Very carefully, he maneuvered her body so he could lift his arm around her and make it less uncomfortable for her.

She didn’t wake from the movement, only sighed and shifted a bit.

It wasn’t long after that Bucky fell asleep too.

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“Sam, I told you to leave ‘em alone,” Steve called out in a hushed tone.

“Not until I document this…”

Then Bucky felt the flash of a camera. His eyes snapped open to find Sam looking guilty with his phone pointed at Bucky and Y/N, who was still fast asleep.

“You have two seconds to get that phone out of my face,” Bucky warned in a growl.

He would’ve jumped up and snatched it himself, but he didn’t want to risk waking Y/N.

Sam winced and instantly fled.

Bucky glanced over at Steve, who gave him an apologetic look.

“Tony told us what happened. She OK?” He whispered.

Bucky shrugged. “She’s a little shaken, but I think she’ll be fine.”

“Well…at least you finally talked to her. Though I wish it didn’t have to be a break-in for it to happen.”

Bucky played the ignorant card. “What do you mean?”

Steve narrowed his eyes as if to say, ‘Don’t even try.’ “Bucky, give me some credit. I’m your best friend. No matter how discrete you are, I know when you have a crush.”

Bucky blushed and the looked down at Y/N.

What neither of the super soldiers knew was that Y/N heard Steve’s confession too. And she wasn’t about to let Bucky go back to ignoring her.

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This request was put in ages ago. I’m trying to clean out my inbox. I have so many requests that are collecting dust.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN. THEY ARE NOT.

Please don’t request things. And please don’t immediately request a second part to this. There is no second part.

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