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Summary: long distance relationship with Isaiah <3 and what happens when you two are together or not.
Warnings? Nope! isaiah being a simp. the reader doesn’t live close to Tennessee, maybe out of the US. And the reader doesn't use social media much.
This took over a month to write I am so sorry. I TRIED TO MAKE IT LONGER BUT IT DIDN’T WORK!
this and this song helped 🥺
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Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
In 2018, a survey found that 60% of long-distance relationships last. Academic researchers report that 37% of long-distance couples break up within 3 months of becoming geographically close. Couples are just as likely to break up during the distance phase as they are after the distance ends.
Because that wasn't the current situation for you and Isaiah, but things were complicated considering that a significant distance was between you and different time schedules. Hundreds of miles away from each other just makes it awkward at times, but it is always worth it in the end when you do finally get to talk to each other. And this mainly took place when either of you didn't have much to do, either evenings, or mornings, like if you have to get up to work early, and if he has been up before doing a video or something. Sometimes when you two talk on the phone, it is in the evening for one of you, which means someone, or both of you, accidentally falling asleep, still on call.
It ends if someone wakes up before the other and hangs up, or, someone's phone dies.
Either way, it wasn't entirely practical.
You both find it very boring at times. Mainly because it isn't easy just going to see each other, that isn't how it works. I feel like I'm repeating myself. Anyway. Umm.
Oh!
But when you two do talk, it is always the best part of the day. Any and every conversation always consists of talking about movies, watching movies over Discord, anything interesting that may have happened locally or online between talks, and, of course, how you both miss each other. Because I am not lying when I say it is true. That man is a literal simp for you. Yes, simp. And no not a jar of mayonnaise going up an escalator. Like you have no idea how much he just wants to hug you. And you wanna hug him too. Same.
If you live in the US:
It's either a plane ride or a long road trip for you to go and see him. If you don't like plane rides, understandable, you take a road trip. Isaiah doesn't like plane rides either.
If you took a plane to see him, you could watch his videos to pass the time, and listen to podcasts he's been in, that is if you're driving too.
But you don’t call each other on the plane rides, definitely on the car rides though, mainly because you don’t want anyone to hear what you’re saying. One, it’s a private conversation, and two, people shouldn’t be nosey. And you don’t want to disturb the peace.
Which is fair.
But if he is coming to you, definitely a road trip. As I said, he hates plane rides. Which definitely contains phone calls. Neither of you can contain your excitement. He is a child at heart. He knows you know that. And you like it. You find it sweet.
BUT. for if you don’t live in the US:
Even if he hates plane rides, he will happily sacrifice himself for the journey. Only if it means he sees you again. And when you meet by the gate, or wherever people meet, he is ready to catch you as you run towards him. Like- *gently holds*
This man is precious✨
You bring him something as a congratulations for surviving the trip. Which he is always grateful for. He is grateful for you. You let him stay at your place, of course. Which is sweet too.
But if it was the other way round, and you visit him, he gives you your favourite flowers when you both finally meet 🥺👉👈
Hugs too. Because he’s a hugger, in my opinion. Have I said I wanna hug him already?
Mf loves you and would do anything for you. Preach.
Speaking of podcasts he’s been in. If he is the only guest there, he would be asked about his career on YouTube etc, and he would be asked about you. As it is known on his channel that you do not live locally, and people are understanding if they see that he misses you. It isn’t easy living across the country or world. But while talking about you, he would be all sweet about it. A little sad at times, because.. you know.
You + him + the big space between you both = big sadness.
I can somehow see Charlie asking him this on The Official Podcast, but, again, seeing as they know about you both and the distance between you, some would be curious about how your future would plan out. Because you ask guests on podcasts all sorts of questions, depending on the context, but if Charlie asked Isaiah if he ever planned on asking you a certain question. Ahem. Isaiah would respond with,
"At some point in the future, yes. It would be better to ask when they're closer."
Now that... that left some people thinking. Thinking ahead of the guy that would actually be asking it, y'all need to simmer down. But to you, it would legitimately be a surprise as you are someone who doesn't use social media as much as others would, therefore others would not be able to tag you to tell you.
And, and, and on the said podcast, Isaiah would mention how you both met. Even if it was in the most generic way, he would tell it how it was. And if it was awkward, better to tell it as it was rather than say it how you wish it was. The other hosts would lightheartedly joke about it throughout the rest of the podcast, but Isaiah would know it's a joke, keeping the good vibes throughout.
Like he could be asked how you both maintain it so well and what you can both do together even if you're nowhere near each other in the country or world. And as cliché it could sound, apart from calling each other every other night, when neither of you has much to do, you both play an online game.
A co-op one.
And that game was Spiritfarer. You take over a boat in the game to ferry spirits to the afterlife. You could play as Stella (who is a female by the way) or Daffodil, Stella's cat (male). But for story purposes, I will say that they are both gender-neutral so you can pick who you would want to play as. You both build a boat to explore the world, then befriend and care for spirits before finally releasing them into the afterlife. You can farm, fish and harvest your way across mystical seas. As if you both were living together in the first place. It is a sad game at times but also a down-to-earth one because just remember who you're playing it with.
If playing on stream, it would be a quiet one, with no donations, no loud noises, just peace for the two of you and for those watching. If it is a late-night game session for either of you, it would be on a night when you don't have to do much the next day. If some time passed while playing and it was mostly silence coming from you two, viewers new and old would most definitely know only good vibes reside there.
It can only bring you both closer, even if you have to say goodbye to the friends you both made along the way.
ENUF SAD. tell me why writing about angst is a strength for me
Back to when you two are together; it is so worth it.
Because it consists of you two either staying in or going out shopping or just general sightseeing. If you go out, you would hold each other's bags of things that you bought. Even if they were light. And expect him to buy you lunch, because I said so! 👹 He could buy you small little trinkets too.
Speaking of him buying you things! When his little Wendidude plushes and figurine came out, there is a 100% chance of him sending you one of each, think of it as three smaller versions of him are with you while the actual version isn’t. And I say it’s a lie if one, if not both plushes sat on your bed in the day. And you definitely sleep with them. Don’t lie to me! While his lil Youtooz figure is on your bedside. (I’m upset I didn’t have a change to but any)
And if inside at home, expect movies too.
With some snackies too!
Snuggles.
And if you have any pets, like a cat or dog, they will most definitely join in. Because it would be great. He definitely sees them as his own in a way, like a child maybe? You could stay there all day but I am afraid that won’t be possible because other things would have to be done. I guess.
And watching videos too! Even if they are spooky, funny, or just generally lighthearted.
Other than that-
If one’s wanted to do things without the use of technology, you play games. Because everyone has a game or two stashed in their house somewhere.
Expect both of you to get the slightest bit of competitive. In a playful way of course.
Which may include some mutual teasing 👁️👁️
No funky shit happens after, the man’s a Christian
Maybe a kiss or so
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Definitely makes a video at some point during your stay. And definitely let’s the world know you’re his. Subtly. Cheek kisses and all that🥺
People find it cute.
He does too. He just finds you cute because yes and you can’t change my mind.
(Y/N)goon much? 🤨
You got yourself a good one.
But remember when I said he was asked a certain question and he answered with "At some point in the future, yes. It would be better to ask when they're closer”?
Mhm, yeah?
Be sure to keep that in mind for the future.
👁️👁️
shush he's explaining fnaf lore
#ELS RECOMMENDATIONS#gender neutral reader#wendigoon x reader#wendigoon my beloved#congrats my guy if y'all know you know#but guess who’s back lmao#nearly posted this early on accident#isaiah please dont find these i will cry#these are my serotonin#its comforting okay#oh my god help#writers block was so bad and a big bitch i could not for the life of me think of anything
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I wanna try to be as nice as I can because I am not a mean person but when it comes to protecting Enhypen I can be.
write whatever you want okay? no one is stopping you and that's the problem. you have no one in real life who knows what ur doing and what you are doing is writing porn about a child (child pornography). typically people see child pornography as something that is only videoed but many versions of it just fly past people.
oh, but Ni-ki isn't a child? yes, he is. In South Korea, the age people are classified as adults is the age 19. now I want you to think about what you are doing (writing child porn) and start to think about the consequences that may occur when you have fully matured.
your account is all over Tumblr because people are being warned about you. Is this really how you want to grow your account as a writer? I know that I would want to be known for doing something that has my name going around Tumblr for a good Ni-ki fic that included no sexual references. even big writers like @jaylaxies are putting your name out there.
I would like you to answer this on your account so I can know why you do this and what good this really brings to you.
regardless of everything I wish you a great holiday.
from @rikiluvly.
………I’m gonna be so honest I don’t know how to respond to this. Okay well first I don’t really gain anything from this I guess?? The last time I looked up legal age in Korea it said eighteen so I didn’t see a thing wrong with writing about him. The whole part where you said, you’re is all over tumblr because people are being warned about you. Is this really how you want to grow your account as a writer? And the rest with the jaylaxies putting my name out there.
That actually kinda changes my point of view on this whole thing because no that’s not how I want my account to grow as a writer if it’s people being warned about what I write. I started to write about it because I got an ask and I was curious to see if I could do good at it and then posted it.
I honestly didn’t think more than five people would see it since my other posts didn’t do well and I don’t genuinely like to write I mostly just read and jaylaxies was in my top three for that. I’m now regretting this because I feel bad and I wanna cry, it didn’t bring me any good and doesn’t satisfy me honestly because I just don’t like writing but I’ll be honest if felt good to get sooo many notifications and so on so forth.
I see that this is wrong and I understand I won’t be writing for Niki anymore probably for a while because I would rather not have an account than have one and it’s only people warning others about me.
I see where you’re coming from I’m guessing I should delete the posts and not write for him ever again, which I’m fine with but should I delete the whole account? I wouldn’t want to make anymore people uncomfortable that I already have, I notice now it’s wrong and probably would make Niki uncomfortable.
I don’t know how else to respond to this and I’m so so so so so sorry for what I’ve written. It honestly stung when after I read that and searched for jaylaxies account and nothing came up meaning I was blocked but of course I understand that and everything because I think I’d do the same if I was her.
I don’t want to be seen as a bad person and especially not one who writes child porn. I thought Niki was an adult and legal in both where I live and he as well, clearly not and I was thinking very idiotically, I was being stubborn and a bitch entirely invalidating people’s feelings, I thought if they didn’t wanna see it so bad then block me but then i realized aria blocked me and more than likely reported me to that changed how I saw all of this.
All I know what to do is apologize but lmk if I should delete my account entirely or just the Niki posts because I’m in an emotional frenzy now on two sides.
My original plan for this blog was to not do any nsfw but then i remembered the first Jake one I did and figured it was an oh well thing and did it anyways, I wasn’t entirely by myself comfortable writing smut for any of the members because I’m not that good with sexual stuff as it would usually make uncomfy from past experiences I’m genuinely sorry and regret writing all of what I did.
Edit: I also now am thinking I should say that it shouldn’t have taken you to tell me this for to realize how wrong it was.
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𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌
About the Author
My names Mazi, but you can call me whatever. I was raised in a multi language household so English sometimes blurs for me if you can’t tell- don’t feel bad pointing out grammar or spelling mistakes. I use grammarly but i’m so used to having a real person to edit my stuff lol. I was convinced I was a lesbian my whole life but have a bf now so i’m confident in my ability to write mxf and fxf. I am going to get more comfortable with mxm though so I can make male!reader versions of my fics more realistically so everyone can thirst here.
I am a writer by nature (which means y’all can clown me when I post unedited things). I actually hate writing in second person and it’s my weak point (hence the blog). I am in university for history so I like to think I can write with a passable rate of literacy but I smoke weed and then post these bitches soooo. As I have a specialized field of study which means I am regularly working on actual journals and articles but I promise I will still try to post semi often.
Requests
Okay now the important part, how can you guys send requests to me or just thirst!!! I’m really using this as a fun way to help my writing get better. Some ground rules:
Ask box is not open rn but will be!! Submit anything within my guidelines listed below!!! I can not promise everything will be a full fledged fic but you’re 100% getting at least a little drabble essay. NSFW and SFW welcome
If you wanna attach like aesthetic pics / music to your request so I can fit the vibe you want better feel free
I will write for most characters though it may take me a few tries to try and characterize the person right.
I will probably end up being mostly a smut blog bc that’s what everyone wants but i’m still really interested in writing slice of life, fluff, or even angst (I am a sucker for happy endings though).
I’m more interested in na’vi x na’vi (or avatar) but I probably wouldn’t be opposed to na’vi x human every once and while. Just worried about portraying something like that accurately / safely possible anatomically.
I’m very interested in maybe world building the canon world of Avatar based on historical / anthropological facts I’m familiar with on Earth so ppl who request questions about life on Pandora or what living as a Na’vi is like for me to write about are getting a big kiss on the head
Important Rules
Ageless blogs and minors don’t interact with me i’ll block you lmao
I am comfortable with darker topics and kinks but I’m not interested in writing anything illegal or dangerous. Knife play, sure. Things like vore and shit? Absolutely not I will kink shame here. This is not a safe place.
Though i’m interested in the 2009 Avatar i will write for WOW characters as well
I’m begging y’all to not send me the same shit you send everyone else I see the same people asking for the same three scenarios
I put research into my fics so pls be patient with my postings, on top of that like I said I have an actual job I have to write for so be patient with my fried little brain
If you’re in my shit complaining about aged!up characters you are chronically online and you should go out and help real people who need it instead. You’re arguing over fictional 8 foot tall people from another planet that could rip your head off your shoulders with no effort- get a hobby. Even a cringy one like this is better than being that tone deaf.
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Hiii I just read ‘saints row 2 as dads’ and I a sucker for platonic stuff I was wondering if you could write dad!johnny Maero Benjamin King w a rebellious teen? (Ex smokin weed sneaking out partying joining gangs?)
Super sorry for taking so long i just got out of writers block but yah!!
This maybe a little ooc as i haven't played SR in a while so i apologize for that in advance LOL and sorry if these are short i'm running on water and 3 hours of sleep
•• Johnny ••
(Warning you'll be his and Eesh's kid so yah)
- You're a 'bad' kid as some would call it, you smoked, you drank, you followed your dads footsteps. And as many would think Johnny would be proud, they were wrong.
- Johnny hated seeing his kid go down the same path as him, especially after what happened to Aisha. All he could think of was 'what if what happened to Eesh happens to them?' 'What if some bitch gets the upper hand on my kid?'
- He also doesn't like the smoking much, he promised Aisha he wouldn't let you go down the same path as him.
- the two of you get into constant arguments and sometimes they get bad, he never means for them to go so far but he's a gangster not a parent.
- He knows he can't convince you through words so he ends up taking you on some missions, let you see what you'd be getting into if you really wanna be in a gang.
- If he convinces you he's happy and he tries his best to communicate with you about the smoking and drinking, if he doesn't he at least tries to convince you to stay in the saints. At least then you'll be safe in his mind.
- He's just super worried something is gonna happen to you while you're being a Shaundi 2.0 over here, He's still haunted by what happened to Aisha it'd kill him if something happened to you too.
•• Maero ••
- Maero doesn't really give a shit not so surprisingly, the smoking he's fine with as long as you don't leave cigs and ash everywhere.
- He's fine with the drinking but as long as you drink with him, he doesn't want you to embarrass yourself or get hurt around all the equipment around.
- BUT he's not fine with you joining over gangs, when you tried to join the saints he literally drove up and grabbed you right in front of their 'base' before yelling at Donnie to 'FUCKING DRIVE'
- Similar to Johnny you two get into arguments constantly, he misses when you were a little kid and not some rebellious teen wanting to side with a traitor.
- He doesn't do anything to try and convince you to not be in a gang or not, he literally has his guys watch you whenever he can't so now you're stuck inside 24/7.
- you can't even sneak out without hearing his trucks horn and hearing it roll up next to you.
- He doesn't care about the weed or the smoking hell not even the drinking, just don't join any gangs.
- he doesn't even want you in any gang business, you're his only kid with a past ex. He raised you and he knows how gangs can be, he doesn't want what happened to the Ronins leader happen to you.
•• Ben King ••
- Ben is the only one here that would put his foot down, very big dad energy and very responsible LOL.
- You are NOT smoking, you are NOT drinking, and you sure as hell are NOT joining a gang his or not. No kid of his is gonna throw away their life to play with guns.
- He wants you to go to college, get an education and get the hell out Stillwater. Become something big like maybe an author or a politician (just don't go corrupt).
- when he catches you smoking he deep searches your room for anymore and gets rid of any drugs or cigs you had, and if someone gave them to you consider them demoted.
- if he catches you drinking, a smack upside the head with a "the hell is wrong with you?!" And you'll be watching as he pours out each damn drink you have.
- Anytime you sneak out you're met with him turning the light on in your room with a 'where have you been.?'
- Now if he catches you trying to join a gang??? He's dragging you back home by the ear and be glad that's all he does, He's very pissed.
- he talks to you though and tells you over and over "i don't want you to be like me, to be like Jules. I want you to be better than me, don't ruin your damn life just because you wanna be like your old man."
- He loves you and wants what's best for you, nothing you do will make him hate you but he's disappointed
Bonus!
•• Troy ••
- So we all know about Troy, He's not actually a gangster. Just a cop in dress up.
- When he catches you smoking it's kind of expected and he doesn't deal with it well, he was the type to just make you smoke a whole pack to teach you a lesson.
- When you're sneaking out to parties he doesn't care until you get back, he shows he was worried and of course y'all get into a small spat that leads to you locking yourself in your room.
- When you try to join a gang that's it, Troy won't let you and he'll make sure you never join one. He ends up telling you some stories that he backs up with files he shouldn't even be showing you.
- 'you wanna join a gang? There was a kid I knew once who wanted to join one, they did and boom two years later they were blown up on a boat and now they're in a coma. Is that what you want?'
- He's very strict, he doesn't care what job you pursue in the future but you're not gonna become someone he may need to arrest in the future.
#saintsrow#saintsrow2#saints row johnny gat#saints row maero#saints row#saintsrowmaero#saintsrowreader#saints row x reader
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I posted 2,222 times in 2022
That's 2,082 more posts than 2021!
1,342 posts created (60%)
880 posts reblogged (40%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@ncteez
@mrkis
@neonun-au
removed bc i blocked them lmao
removed :D
I tagged 2,161 of my posts in 2022
Only 3% of my posts had no tags
#[mail] - 832 posts
#anon - 404 posts
#[hon talks] - 325 posts
#[m] - 276 posts
#[h.hours] - 205 posts
#[feedback] - 160 posts
#.ml - 152 posts
#[fic rec] - 55 posts
#[mark] - 47 posts
#icymi - 47 posts
Longest Tag: 135 characters
#ley if ur reading this imma be messaging u later—- i know we are both dead rn and didn’t wanna force conversation on either of us rn 🥲
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
On Edge. (m.l)
Dating the strict, well-liked, and loving Doyoung came with its hurdles. Normally, the two of you could communicate and work through the downsides, but what if the newest downside of the relationship is learning that his little brother, Mark, has a bit of a thing for you?
ao3 | m.list | minors dni !! | if you read it, reblog it.
WORDCOUNT― 22.5k
PAIRING― mark lee x fem reader | doyoung x fem reader
CONTENT― doyoung is 27, reader is 25, mark is 22. boyfriend doyoung, perverted/shy college boy mark, panty stealing, hidden intimacy, needy mark, dom-ish doyoung in smaller/less detailed smut scenes, reader is definitely a switch depending on who she is looking at, uh, brief mention of haechan raging at mark through a headset while he gets pleasured lmao
WARNINGS― infidelity that doesn’t get exposed, foot job but only bc i can’t figure out how to write a scene like this if it’s not her foot lmao
NOTE― not me back at it again with the cheating fics. Idk, i have a thing for mark cucking but also hidden things, and the idea of having both of them :D no, i do not condone cheating.. shoutout to my wife and other ultimate mark fucker @mrkis for discussing and brainstorming this shit with me, also for editing it and fixing all of my embarrassing typos.
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1,396 notes - Posted October 30, 2022
#4
Follow Through.
ao3 | m.list
minors dni, otherwise please like, reblog, and leave feedback, it's important that you support the writers you like when tumblr shits on us.
wordcount → 23.5k
pairing→ mark lee x female reader (ft. lee donghyuck)
description → Mark managed to keep his best friend status with you even after you moved away. With a friendship strictly through imessage, facetime, and social media, it was surprisingly easy to keep him in your life. Even when things suddenly became sexual. By the time you move back home, you learn that the both of you talk big game through text, but nearly forgot how to communicate face to face.
Enter Lee Donghyuck, an old friend turned fuck-buddy. He is, unfortunately, also Mark’s best friend. But to be fair, he didn’t know what he was getting into when he suggested the two of you enter into the agreement of no-strings-attached. Kind of hard to have no strings when Mark is tying them all over the place.
content → phone sex (kind of), sexting(kind of), frustrating communications, semi-red flag mark, pining, best friends to established relationship, mark big jealous, hyuck big idiot and kind of a bad friend to mark, y/n big confused about everything, smut, unprotected sex, angst if you’re a lil bitch.
note → I know this fic came out of left field, im not sorry about it even though im supposed to be working on other things. Once again this isn’t proof read so if you see any typos don’t tell me, I’ll cry.
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1,893 notes - Posted January 14, 2022
#3
Third Wheel
What’s the point in being a third wheel if he doesn’t get to watch anyway?
or the one where haechan lets mark watch him get his dick wet.
– read part two here!
ao3 | m.list | minors dni | if you read it, reblog it.
WORDCOUNT ― 7.4k
PAIRING ― haechan x afab reader | mark lee x afab reader
CONTENT ― exhibitionist haechan, voyeur mark lee, dangerous driving (do not do this), jealousy, mentions of cleaning up clumped cum in a gas station bathroom lmao
NOTE ― this was solely for myself but im dragging yall with me. I just really needed this ok?
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1,897 notes - Posted January 17, 2022
#2
Wanna know what it’s like (l.j)
m.list | ao3 | minors dni! otherwise please like and reblog my works!!
requested by anonymous: “i keep thinking about that one doja cat vid where she said she likes big noses because she can sit on them,,,Could i request smth similar to this? With Jeno and reader?”
wordcount― 5.7k
pairing― jeno x fem reader
description― after several weeks of casual hook-ups with Jeno, a man you’d met at some back-alley party, he playfully asks you what your favorite thing about him is. Your answer leads to an interesting change of events, one where he can’t find himself growing tired of having his head between your legs.
Or the one where Jeno learns just how much he enjoys being unable to breathe.
content― alt!jeno, a smidge of fluff just to get to the special question, you’re both in dom mode but like, in a really desperate way, nose kink???, mentions of weed and alcohol
note― y’all like big noses? looks like you’re in the right place bc anon here got me fucked up on this idea. also, you guys should know by now that im never gonna proofread any of my works.
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2,516 notes - Posted July 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Pretty Boy. (m.l)
Mark’s favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help.
or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man you’ve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.
wordcount― 9.3k
pairing― mark lee x fem reader
content― shy and needy mark, openminded and playful reader, college au, the majority of this is smut, mark has a thing for girls who look exhausted from studying
note― just wanted…no, needed, to write mark being totally hypnotized by someone wanting him between their legs for once.This is not proofread as i’ve given up on using a beta.
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3,405 notes - Posted September 3, 2022
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Make Me Feel Special (1/2)
Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)
Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.
Word Count: 3K?
Link to Part 2
A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3
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You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.
“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.
You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.
From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.
Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.
Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.
Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.
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You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.
“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.
“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.
“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.
“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.
You never got to have one of those.
“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”
“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”
“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.
You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.
Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.
“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.
“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.
“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“
“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.
“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.
A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.
“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”
Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.
“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”
Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.
“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”
Agatha looked a little speechless.
“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”
Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”
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“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.
“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”
“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”
“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.
“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.
You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.
“Hey, Honey,”
Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.
You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.
“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.
“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.
“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.
“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”
“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.
“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”
Agatha shrugged. “I know.”
“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. “I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”
“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.
“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.
She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.
“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.
“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.
“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”
“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”
“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.
“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”
“And what do you think about that?”
“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”
“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.
“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.
“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.
“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.
“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.
“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.
“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”
Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.
“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.
“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.
“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.
“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.
“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.
“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“
“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.
“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.
“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.
The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.
After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.
If you ever make up your mind...
1286 Lincoln St NW
(673) 867-5309
-Agatha
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“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.
“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.
“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”
“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”
“What we’re you talking about?”
“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.
“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.
“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”
“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”
“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.
“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”
That tipped the iceberg for you.
“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.
“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”
“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”
She took a pause.
“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”
“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.
“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.
But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.
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The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.
You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.
Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.
“Hey baby, what is it?”
You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.
“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”
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I feel like i haven't send anything in a long time. Writer blocks suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
There had been this lingering presence. For two years or so. It was almost always with you. You could never figure out quite what or better who it was. Not to this day. Well let's just say going partying today wasn't a good idea. The drink tastes weird and then the next thing you remembered was the cold metal around your wrists and the pain on your chest. Looking at your chest, your t-shirt was practically non existent anymore, there was a wound in form of a heart. Ad not soon after pulling on the metal chains somebody walked in the room. A boy, you'd seen him before. Right he was in almost all of your courses and at the party. But he never seemed like the type to party. What was his name again? Ah megumi, wasn't it. 'Hey, megumi, help me please'. A smile appeared on megumis face as he shook his head. 'No' 'whadda ya mean no? Please, im in a rather tricky situation.'. Again he just smiled walking over to you. Unbuttoning your pants. Smiling as he nuzzled his face against your (still) clothed cock. Soon enough the boxers were off as well and megumi was in bliss. 'So big' was all he could get out. He started licking a stripe up before slowly starting to take your whole cock into his mouth. Even in this situation you couldn't deny, it was a great view. Megumi's eyes widened as he felt your cick hitting the back of his throat. Pretty lips streched white and even a throat buldge visible as he tried his best to take more. Suddenly he pulled off with a plop. Gasping for air. He didn't stop, no, slowly he started to prep himself. Makimg sure you could see his every move. 'Megumi please-' he was pretty, no one could deny that. Megumo turned around looking at you. Cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Slowly he sat himself onto your lap. Lifting himself up again, just enough for him to finally be able to slam himself down onto your cock. A loud, blissful moan ripping from his throat as he started riding you at a brutal pace. His legs and arms were shivering but he forced himself to continue. 'More more, please-' begging like you could actually do something. Sure if you weren't chained to a chair you would. Megumi is still continuing. Riding like his life dependent on it. Sinking down all the way as he cums. Squirting all over his and your chest. It doesn't take the usually so stoic boy much time to get up again as he starts lifting himself up just to then impale himself on your cock again. Continuing until he can feel your warm cum in his belly. Finally, he's satisfied now. He even thanks you. 'Thank you for your cum sir, thank you for filling me up. Was i good sir?'. He's so delusional, thinking you willingly fucked him. Sure you would have if he just asked, but thats not the point. He's so dummed down this is your best shot. 'You were a good boy megumi, now get me out of this chair so i can reward you for being so good.'. Being as dumb as he now is, megumi really gets you out the chair. Waiting for the promised reward just to get a hastily shoved out the way. He's pouty now, you didn't hold your promise. Well soon enough you return. Giving him.a proper reward as you kiss him, before telling him to be a good boy again and show you how to get out of here. But megumi refuses. So you do what every rationally thinking person would do. You bent him over your lap and start spanking him. Megumi even enjoys it. Moans occasionally spilling from his mouth along with sobs and apologies for being a bad little boy.
YANDERE MEGUMI IS A DIFFERENT TYPE OF HOT, He's been watching you for months making sure that you're safe and that no one's been touching you. He had to wait till you let your guard down to finally pounce and claim you as his. Now he's taking the opportunity to bounce on your fat cock like a bitch in heat, babbling about how you're his while you can only take it <33
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Could i get a derek and reader where she's his secret gf and they are high school sweethearts
If not its ok
Love your stories btw💙💙
thanks for requesting!
i have way too many requests i should really do them.
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"Okay, I'll be back in two hours. Just make sure you get to talking about me before then?" you and Derek stood in front of each other, standing by the entrance of the loft. You had your arms around his shoulders while his was around your waist.
"I will try. They're not going to be happy, by the way. I can already hear how annoying Stiles is going to be," Derek started.
"Okay, well, our wedding is in a month, so it's about time that you told your friends-"
"They're not my friends," Derek raised an eyebrow.
"So you say. Okay, I have to go," you pressed a small kiss to his cheek, before leaving the loft.
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Dating Derek Hale was definitely difficult, especially with all the supernatural threats to Beacon Hills. He insisted no one knew who you were and that your relationship remained a secret. You went along with it, for the most part, you left the loft whenever the pack came over. But, it was now May, and you and Derek were getting married next month, after being together since high school. The two of you agreed it was time for the pack to meet you, and know who you are.
You were a little hesitant at first, but after learning a little about them, you realized you had nothing to worry about, and that they were all a great group of people.
You stood outside the loft, taking a few big breaths to ease your nerves, before pushing the door open.
You were immediately met with the faces of innocent children, who all stared at you with glossy eyes.
You frowned slightly, before smiling.
"Hi," you waved, walking to Derek.
"I told you. They're all looking at you like lost puppies," Derek said softly, before pressing a small kiss to your cheek.
"I'm (Y/N)," you started.
They all opened their mouths, all beginning to speak at the same time. You could barely make out what they were saying before you interrupted.
"Okay, wait. Which one's Scott and which one's Allison?" you asked.
The two of them raised their hands, before eagerly shaking yours.
"I'm Stiles, and that's Lydia. How long have you been dating Derek? Also, why Derek? He must be completely different when he's with you because all we see is this big pile of sour wolf," Stiles spoke quickly, earning a laugh from you.
"Okay, Stiles," Derek sighed, putting his arm around your waist.
"Well, this big pile of sour wolf is the only person I've had in my life for a while, and the only person I need. I wouldn't want anyone else," you turned to face Derek, while he smirked slightly, you could see a visibly blush on his face.
"I love you, (Y/N)," he put his hands on your wait, pressing his lips against yours.
"I love you too, Hale," you replied softly.
Within an instant, you found yourself being pulled to the couches, getting asked a million questions by the rest of the pack.
You could see the smile on Derek's face, if he didn't want to admit it, he loved all of them, and they loved him too.
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Heartbreak | awesamdude
Requested? Nope this just helped me with my writer's block
Warnings? None?
Summary: Sam helps you through a heartbreak
Word Count: 1,816
You were certain you were going to be sad forever.
Dramatic yes, but you always had a flair for grabbing attention whenever you could. As much as you didn’t want to admit it though, you were genuinely crushed though by your break up.
You and your now ex-boyfriend Austin had spent six months together, in what you would call a whirlwind romance. He had stolen your heart pretty quickly, the two of you spending what felt like every second for the past half-year together.
Dinners, studying together, errands, dates, weekends, everything was spent together. You couldn’t believe how fast it had happened and then how fast it had ended. You were still reeling a solid week later after being ghosted for a solid two weeks and then having the relationship end with a text that said he couldn’t do this anymore.
You had taken the break up as well as anyone or any of your friends knew. You had cried and cried and cried the first few days, watching sad movies or romance movies over and over until you cursed every man to the ends of the earth for simply existing. You then ate a copious amount of your favorite comfort food accompanied by many sympathetic hugs from your mom.
By the end of the first week, you knew you had to keep going in life, but didn’t know how to cope with the breakup. So, your next resort was sad music. You were pretty certain anyone looking at your Spotify playlists was probably concerned at the number of sad songs playing on a loop but it helped to know someone else understood the pain you were going through.
“Please tell me you at least left your house today?” Sam, your best friend questions.
Sam had been your rock through this entire thing. While he hadn’t come over (at your request since you looked horrific) he still tried and coached and helped as much as possible. He texted you throughout the day, calling you at night to check up on how you felt and what you did during the day. You were definite this boy was the only good one left.
“Uhhh,” you drag out at his question looking around your trashed room and see that you probably couldn’t even make a path to your door if you wanted to through the number of clothes on the floor.
“That’s okay. There’s always tomorrow,” he reassures and you smile lightly at his positive tone.
The next day, you woke up a familiar pang hitting your chest and memories flooding you. Today was probably not going to be a good day in the break-up department. You tried though, for the sake of your best friend, and got as far as showering and eating something.
After lunch you ended up back in bed, sad Taylor Swift music on a loop and your covers pulled up to your chin. Sure, you made progress today and you could carry that momentum into tomorrow but you were pretty certain this was as far as you were getting.
Just as you snuggle into the covers, your phone dings with Sam’s special text tone and you pick it up. Your eyes scan the text and a smile creeps along your lips again.
“You can do this!! What did you eat this morning?”
You text him back, telling him about how your day is going so far and what you’ve eaten, and ask the older boy what his plans are for the day. He’s quick to text back and tells you not much is up and you leave it at that and go back to your playlist and sulking.
Sam couldn’t help but worry about his best friend and the girl he had been secretly crushing on since day one. He hated knowing you were sad and couldn’t do much more than offer words of encouragement and support. As he paces his apartment ideas wracking his brain one hits him like a freight train.
He grabs his keys and wallet, heading out the door to your house. Once there, he knocks on the door, waiting patiently for one of your family members to answer.
“Sam!” your father greets and the brunette smiles.
“Hi, Mr. (y/l/n). Is (y/n) around?”
“Upstairs in her room,” your dad says and Sam nods and thanks him before scaling his way up the stairs and towards your room.
Just before he knocks on the door, he stops upon hearing music playing inside. All Too Well by Taylor Swift blasts in your room and Sam pouts at the idea of you alone and sad in your room. He knocks on the door, waiting for your voice and when he hears you call to him he lets himself in.
When you see Sam enter your room, you sit up in bed clear confusion present in your features. Sam makes his way to you, sitting down in front of you on your bed and you pause your music.
“Hi honey,” he greets and you smile sadly.
“Hi,” you respond weakly.
Sam doesn’t say another word, just opens his arms to you in which you dive straight into. He holds you tight rubbing light circles on your back as tears flow slowly down your cheeks. He pulls back after a moment, lifting your face into his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
“You’re too pretty to cry over an idiot like him,” he tells you and your sad smile shoots straight to his heart.
“I think I loved him Sam.”
“I know baby,” he says, still focusing on your tears and not meeting your eyes. “But he’s still a jerk who hurt you and doesn’t deserve you. Don’t waste tears on that. Your tears and emotions are precious.”
You nod, sitting up and pulling yourself over to sit next to Sam. You lay your head on his shoulder and he rests a hand on your leg rubbing comfortable shapes on your thigh.
“You ready to face the world?” he whispers and you take a deep breath.
“With you? Yeah.”
Sam stands, a wide smile on his face before holding his hands out to you. He pulls you up with him before whipping out his phone and blasting music. However this time it’s the good kind of Taylor Swift that makes you feel like a bad bitch and you can dance around your room too.
Sam takes your hands in his and spins you around the room, the two of you screaming the lyrics together and the louder you are the better you feel. Sam’s hands in yours, the music blasting, and the therapeutic action of yelling Taylor Swift’s music ebbing the pain away slowly.
By the time a few songs have gone by and you and Sam are exhausted from dancing he pauses the music. He holds up a hand, heading to your closet and picking out an outfit before throwing it towards you.
“Let’s go get some dinner huh baby?” he asks and you nod not even realizing the wide smile set on your lips looking at your best friend.
He lets himself out of your room and as you get changed you can’t help the little giggle that escapes your lips thinking about Sam. Before Austin, you had the biggest crush on your best friend. It had never gone away, granted you were pretty sure it was still there the way he had your heart racing just by being in the same room as you.
He made you feel like a queen on your worst days, and like the only woman to ever walk the earth on your best days. You wish you knew if he felt the same or not knowing that if he did you’d give that man the whole world and more.
You finish getting changed, swinging your door open and Sam looks up, an awestruck smile hitting his lips. He holds out his hand and you take it letting him pull you away from the room that held utter sadness for a week now and into your utter happiness.
When you get to Sam’s car, you’re back to blasting music and singing, the two of you trading laughs, jokes, and stories like any other day and Austin has been pushed so far back in your mind you barely remember what he did in the healing presence of Sam.
“The usual?” Sam asks, pulling into both of your favorite restaurant.
You nod and the two of you get out together and head inside the crowded restaurant. You’re seated to the side of the room in a big booth that hides the two of you away from the rest of the world. As you flip through the menu uselessly, already knowing what you want, you realize Sam’s eyes are on you.
“What?” you ask.
“Nothing. You’re smiling again,” he says and you don’t even realize the grin that had set permanently on your lips since he had walked into your room.
“I’m glad to see it,” he says and you both smile, a blush covering your suddenly nervous selves before looking away.
Dinner goes by quickly, and you wonder why you didn’t call Sam earlier. The thought crosses your mind but is quickly washed away by the thump of your heart when he sends a smile your way and your feelings reverberate throughout your entire body.
You head out of the restaurant and decide to head home for the night. The ride home is easy, music flowing, conversation traded back and forth, probably the best you felt in a long time.
When you get out of the car, Sam meets you on your side and you lean against the passenger door. You stare up at him as he leans next to you, body half-turned to face you and your heart speeds up a little.
“So,” he sighs out.
“So,” you echo.
His hand comes up to push a piece of hair back, before trailing slowly down your jawline and eventually cupping your cheek. He hesitates for a moment as he turns to face you completely, his body slotting in between yours perfectly.
“Can I?” he asks quietly, his head dipping down mere inches from yours.
You nod, heart slamming in your chest and his lips finally grace yours. You come alive under his touch, one arm wrapping around his shoulder while the other grips the fabric of his shirt pulling him as close as possible. Your lips sync with ease, his body pressed against yours as you sink into his touch.
When you’re out of breath you pull away but stay close to Sam as possible. His forehead lands on yours and he pecks your lips again before pulling back just slightly to look at you.
“So,” he repeats and a smile widens on your lips a giggle escaping shortly after.
“So, wanna come inside?”
#awesamdude imagine#awesamdude x reader#awesamdude fic#dream smp imagines#dream smp x reader#dream smp fic#mcyt imagine#mcyt fic#mcyt x reader#x reader#fic#imagine#bravebesson
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Three step programs to help get your favorite fallout companion to love you / become your little bitch
Part three.
Piper
Is your Piper finding it hard to enjoy her usual shenanigans? Is your Piper experiencing the a dreaded writers block and lack of motivation? Is your Piper struggling to balance working a full time job, travel with her trusty dusty Blue popsicle and be a big sibling/full time parent to her little sister? Has your Piper been in a withdrawal of sorts after spending an ungodly amount of time in the diamond City slammer thanks to the corrupt government run by the shiny freshly packaged life meddling fuckers known as the institute? Lucky for you this three step program will help get your Piper back to her nosy reporter kick-ass bad bitch self!
Step One: Mayor Mcdonough? more like mayor Mc-done-for! It must have taken the institute a long ass time to make not one, but two faces for him! Kill the fuck outta the cowardly double crossing pretentious douche bag!
Step Two: You wanna know what would help your Piper? No more late night abductions! take the fight to the institute by any means necessary.... (besides the BOS ofc)... Why tf do they even replace people? Probing? Dissection?....... news flash institute normal people have this thing called a heart! who tf knows why the creeps prey apon the people of the commonwealth. What your Piper does know is their gonna need an ass transplant once her foot is done with em.
Step Three: Okay so this might sound totally domestic (and less violent cuz damn that sounded like a bad psycho trip...) compared to the last two steps, but something that will totally help your Piper is.... A writers nook. Filled with real printing supplies. Old world novels, or even better creating new world novels with your Piper! One of the many things that historians claim makes a "civilization" is the production of unique works of literature (or something like that don't sue me if I'm wrong I'm quoting my freshman year history teacher and a bitch snoozed in that class) ... so technically, though a soft approach, your helping pave the pathway to a better future one line at a time.
(We can not be held responsible for any offensive news articles your Piper may write once she has her mojo back. If your Piper is experiencing an increased number of threats please contact your local Cait to open up a can of whoop ass)
Nick
Does your Nick have a case of depresso espresso that he just can't seem to solve? Is your Nick a melancholy mix of man and machine still trying to find his way in life after approximately 80 years of mixed experience? Is your Nick obsessing over fixing other people's problems to avoid his own? Is your Nick screwing his dang hand at the most inopportune times? (Like dude when a we're playing chicken with a super mutan suicider is not the time to screw your damn hand! Fucking Lydia had more tact than your ass) Luckily for you we have just the evidence you need to close the case on your weeping widow tin man!
Step one: Go on the annoyingly long hunt for all of Eddie Winters encrypted holotapes. Once every nook and cranny of every police station in massachusetts has been searched go kill the fuck out of that murdering bastard! You know what they say.... "If you can't fill the hole in your aching neon heart blow a hole in someone else's!"
Step two: Sarcasm galore! The more sassy the better! How can you be a saddy if your sassy? No but seriously witty remarks are your Nick's love language.
Step three: Generosity. Though it may be true the wastland will never be able to go back to the utopia it once was, but you and your Nick will be damned if you don't die trying to make the world a better place. If one small act of kindness is all your Nick is rembered for then he did well in life. Even if that means that act of kindness was giving Sheffield a damn nuka-cola.
(Okay so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to live with myself knowing that I'm the reason that this exist... Please forgive me for I shall never forgive myself.... okay but seriously why does the after look like my ex....) Ps I never noticed he had a cute chin dimple/dent before... I love it so much! He's so adorable.
Preston
Is your Preston still haunted by the series of unfortunate events that followed him from quincy to concord? Is your Preston suffering from survivers guilt and rain? Well have we got just the thing for you!
Step one: Find some way to control the weather! How can your Preston ever be sad if it's never raining?
Step two: Take your Preston on villager saving sprees! Rebuild the entire commonwealth.... it would be rude and inconsiderate of your Preston to even think about being happy when all those settlements still need your help.... what better way to remind your Preston of the good little sunshine boi he is than taking care of that settlement over there..... lemme mark it on your map for you!
Step three: Put a stop to all the meanies of the commonwealth.... Raiders demanding resources from settlers? gotta die. Super mutans eating settlers? gotta go. How can your Preston truly be happy if even a single living breathing soul in the commonwealth isn't? Your Preston has a big fat bleeding heart on his sleeve.... but hey the second you showed him any kind of human decency he clung onto you like a piece of raider stuck in a deathclaws teeth.
(We can not be held responsible for all the settlements that will be marked on your map.... But hey at least it's not raining.... babe!)
Hey so not gonna lie I could keep this in the draft and edit it for the rest of eternity, but at this point I think it's time to stop obsessing and post lol. Hope you enjoy or at least tolerate it like me!
Part 1
Part 2
#fallout#fallout 4#fallout shitpost#fo4 companions#fallout 4 companions#nick valentine#fo4 nick valentine#fallout piper#fo4 preston#preston garvey#piper wright#fo4#fallout companions
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To Make A Power Couple - 02 (knj)
Chapter 2 - Pizza and Life Chats
THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.
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Summary- Namjoon and Y/N go on their first date, and Namjoon is whipped.
word count- 5k
pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader
rating- pg13 for now
genre- series, fluff, eventual smut, strangers2lovers
warnings- mentions of hangovers and panic attacks, tooth-rottingly fluffy
a.n- okay here’s the second part! I wrote this up fairly quickly (don’t expect this to be the norm!). This part I wanted to kind of address the stress of overworking as a young adult (GUILTY 🙋🏻♀️) so sorry if it gets a little serious at parts. I also wanted to switch it up so it’s from Namjoon’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it. SOFT JOON BEING A BIG OLD SOFTY.
Feedback much appreciated! 💕
taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut
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Namjoon woke up startled as his phone alarm rang. He was groggy and his splitting headache made him nauseous. “I’m never going to drink again”, he mumbled. He groaned as he got off the couch he had crashed on the night before, trying not to trip over Taehyung who seemed to be dozing happily on the floor as he made his way to his room. He hadn’t stayed at the dorms in a while, preferring the quiet solitary of his own apartment nowadays, and with his hangover in full swing he felt like he was walking through a stranger’s house.
Last month was hell. He had procrastinated on his songs and none of the vocal guides were even halfway done before the due date. Every time he tried to finish a song a new one would pop up in his head and he would start on that, leading to a hard drive full of files labelled “finish soon” and “draft”, and a notebook full of scratched out scribbles. It was like his brain had decided to abandon him, deciding it had had enough of his perpetual melancholy. He had felt drained and burnt out, a husk with no creative juices left. Luckily, Yoongi and a few of the producers had taken pity on his stressed out state and lent a hand so he had been able to finish the bare minimum three days ago - before the label pressured him further. He was never more grateful for a small break.
In all honesty, he needed a way to jumpstart his brain, and get out of the routine of home, practice, meetings, studio, home. Sometimes, he almost wished he didn’t have the success he had so he could go out and let loose a little - a club, a party, anything. But the last time he went somewhere like that he got swarmed and the police had to be involved. He couldn’t risk that, not after the trouble Big Hit went to threaten media outlets a year and a half ago, when he was caught with what they called a hickey, but was actually a stress rash.
As he brushed his teeth today, however, he smiled at the mirror. Last month may have been terrible, but last night was one of the best he’d had in the past year.
When he had heard Bang PD’s team talk about how they were attending the charity gala as he met them for notes on his songs, he was intrigued. He had read about this non-profit in the paper before. They seemed to be helping bridge the gap between people through communication and that spoke to him. So much so that he had scrolled through their website multiple times, reading testimonials and almost memorizing the mission statement. They wanted to help kids learn English for free so they could communicate globally. He really liked the idea. It was hard for him to learn the language as a kid and he knew that the only reason he became as fluent as he is from the tutors his parents paid for and his obsession with American television and music. Although he didn’t need the tutoring anymore, he did enjoy talking to the in-house tutor at the company, John, from time to time and improving his skills. The fact that this company wanted to add a John to every school in Korea starting from the rural areas, made Namjoon want to meet the man behind the movement. Little did he know, he’d be meeting the girl who’d shift his idea of the ideal.
He had never been more glad to have convinced his company to let him and the boys attend an event. He had initially suggested it as a way to break the mundane before their comeback practices started and network while supporting a cause he liked. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have guessed it would have been an actual fun night leading to him nursing a headache.
He spent the next hour reliving last night as he showered and caught up on the news. He also read the messages he sent last night over a hundred times and had butterflies each time. Wasn’t he too old for butterflies? He wanted to message you again but every time he tried, he ended up overthinking it. Everything sounded forced or cheesy, and it was worse than any writer’s block. He threw his phone on the bed in frustration watching it bounce and land on the floor, before he grabbed it and pocketed it. Hopping around to get rid of his nerves, he decided to take a break from rereading the thread he already had memorized and check in with everyone. If his hangover was this bad he couldn’t imagine theirs.
Making his way back to the living room he found Taehyung now sitting on the floor, sleep still very evident on his features as he yawned and groaned. On the couch next to him sat Yoongi, holding an iced americano and staring into space. The rest were missing but he could hear a blender annoyingly whizzing in the kitchen.
“How’re you guys feeling this morning?” He asked as he sat across from Yoongi.
“This is why I don’t drink. Why did no one stop me?” Taehyung whined as he rose from the floor to leave, massaging his head.
“We tried. You were very excited to try all the disgustingly sweet drinks the hot bartender was making for you.” Yoongi replied with a sigh. “How was your date, Namjoon? You glad I forced you to go to the bar to talk to her?” he snickered, sipping his coffee before exhaling loudly in contentment.
“Honestly, I owe you big time. She was… amazing. I don’t think I’ve talked to someone that comfortably in a while” Namjoon sighed wistfully.
“I’ll add cupid to my resume,” he deadpanned. “Is she tolerating you for another date?”
“Yeah. We’re getting dinner on Tuesday, but I want to message her now. Argh!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration. “What do I even say? ‘Hi I’m the guy who was too scared to kiss you all night so you had to do it for him, what’s your favourite colour?’” Namjoon was annoyed at himself. It’s bad enough that he was having writer’s block in his music, did he have to have it for something as simple as texting too? This was ridiculous!
“Or you could just ask her how’s her hangover today. Jeez! Do I have to draft each of your messages? Stop being a dumbass and text the person you like.” Yoongi scoffed, clearly over Namjoon’s sudden and uncharacteristic insecurities.
Namjoon gave a resigned sigh as he reached for his phone and wrote out exactly what Yoongi suggested. Hey, he was his hyung for a reason - he had a full 6 months of life experience on him.
Namjoon: Hey! Hope your hangover is not too bad today.
As soon as the message was sent, he started getting nervous. Tapping his foot incessantly while he stared at his phone, willing it to buzz, annoying Yoongi enough to leave him alone on the couch in the process.
Y/N: Hi to you too! I actually don’t get hangovers so I’m doing great lol. What about you?
Namjoon: What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?
Y/N: I don’t know. Can’t get dehydrated if you’re always dehydrated!
Namjoon: That… makes no sense. Do I need to start reminding you to drink water?
Y/N: Only if you’re better than this app on my phone…
Namjoon: I can guarantee you I’m better than any app on this planet.
Y/N: Wow. Big claims! We’ll have to put it to the test I suppose.
Y/N: You never told me how you’re feeling. Oh and how’s Taehyung? Is he okay?
Namjoon: He’s doing fine. Made a pact to never drink again and if i’m being honest, I’m going to join him. I am shocked that your head is not exploding as well.
The messages continued easily after that, filled with updates of each other’s activities, playful flirting and even photos of dinner. By the time Monday rolled around, you had been messaging each other constantly, with no end to the conversation in sight and the only long pauses being when you were both asleep or working. It seemed like you would never run out things to talk about. Namjoon hadn’t messaged someone this frequently since he got out of his last relationship. It felt nice to relay his mundane day to day events to someone and he found himself excited to hear about your mundane, like how you decided to mix two different types of bad coffee blends to make a shockingly worse one. He was surprised again at how fast he felt comfortable around you. It was even starting to scare him a little - he only knew you for three days and it felt like he had known you forever! What was this weird spell you had on him?
The conversation Monday, however, was fairly sparse, and Namjoon was eager to set up plans for the next day, so that night he decided to call you.
After the first three rings, he was overthinking his decision. Maybe it was too soon to call? Maybe you didn’t like talking on the phone? What if it went to voicemail? Would he have to leave a message? What would he say? His inner monologue was quickly halted at the sound of your voice.
“Hello, this is Y/N” you sounded distant, almost too formal. He felt nervous.
“Hi… uh… this is Namjoon. Is this a bad time?”
“Oh Namjoon! Sorry I didn’t check who called when I picked up!” Relief washed over him at the change of your tone. “Sorry one sec can you hold on.” he heard you say as your voice got mumbled. He waited while he heard you talk to someone about proposals and deadlines. Were you still at work? He checked his watch - it was 10 pm. He didn’t know whether to be impressed by your work ethic or worried that you were overworking.
“Hi sorry about that! How are you?” He relaxed at your airy tone and smiled.
“I’m good. Are you still at work?”
“Yeah it’s only like 7 so it’s no big deal. I usually leave around 8” Were you serious?
“Y/N… It’s 10:04…” He was shocked at how nonchalant you sounded, and suddenly he had his answer - he was worried, not impressed. He had known you for three days and already you were setting his caretaker alarm off. He wanted to scold you for being careless and overworking, like he’s used to doing for the boys, but he knew it was too soon. He doesn’t even know why he’s feeling that way all of a sudden and tried to suppress his protective instincts.
“No it’s not! It’s…” He could hear your voice going further away as he imagined you moving the phone in front of you to check the time. “Oh shit you’re right. What the hell? Okay sorry I’m gonna put you on hold again.” Before he could say anything he heard your voice again, distant again but loud. “Oh my god. Guys, it’s 10pm. Go home! Why did nobody tell me? No it doesn’t matter we can do that tomorrow. Please go home. Pack up now! You too Siwon, don’t worry I’ll go home after I get off the phone. See you!” He smiled at the sternness of your tone - it reminded him of a teacher dismissing class.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I overworked my team. Had to send the troops home” you laughed and Namjoon felt his heart flutter.
“I don’t wanna keep you from going home. I can call you back once you get there,” he offered. He felt bad that you were staying in an empty office on his account.
“Oh don’t worry about it. It was a lie to get Siwon off my back. I’m probably gonna be here till like 1 or something. I still have to get this done” you said matter-of-factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He knew that tone fairly well, having used it multiple times himself when he locked himself in his studio, running on nothing but coffee and energy bars.
“Okay I know we’ve only just met and we have our first date tomorrow, but do you want some company?” He asked before he could stop himself. The line was silent for a bit, and he felt self conscious, scared that he had overstepped and driven you away. Before he could check his phone to see if you had hung up you spoke.
“It’d be pretty boring for you to watch me just type away. Are you sure? It’s pretty late.” He was sure his cheeks would hurt from how wide he smiled.
“It’s not a problem at all. I was going to work tonight too.” He wasn’t. “We can just work together. I’ll bring food. Did you eat yet?” his words tumbled over each other.
“How very college of you.” He could hear you giggling on the line. “Now that I think about it - I’m starving.”
“Okay text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”
He had never been this excited to pretend to work.
He spotted you as he walked through the doors of the 13th floor, pepperoni pizza in hand. You were sitting at a long desk near the middle of the room. He was surprised as he expected you in an office, but he found you typing away at your desktop. Your hair was tied up in a bun and you were dressed in an oversized beige t-shirt, eyebrows furrowed head bopping to the hip hop track playing through the speakers. You seemed to be in your own little world. He felt like he was spying on you as he leaned against the door watching but he also liked seeing how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He was about to announce his presence when the track changed to a Childish Gambino one and you whooped and started to rap along.
You were now fully head banging and rapping the verse at the top of your lungs. He would be impressed by your fairly good amateur skills if he didn’t find the entire scene so endearing. His heart was doing somersaults as he watched you now fully engrossed in the song, typing forgotten as you got up and started to pretend you were on stage, an imaginary mic in your hand asking haters if they “eatin’ though”. You looked so adorable that he couldn’t help but squeal a little “cute!”
That’s when you saw him, eyes wide. He felt a little bad when he saw how embarrassed you looked, immediately stopping and slapping a hand to your mouth before bursting out in nervous laughter. He could write a whole album with that laugh. Oh he was so whipped, he thought to himself as he made his way to you.
“You know you’re not half bad!” He exclaimed as he set the pizza on the table, pulling a chair next to yours and settling down.
“Do you think your fake compliments will save you from the fact that you were spying on me?” you asked, crossing your hands across your chest, pretending to scowl but failing to do so.
“First, real compliment. Second, would pizza save me?” He opened the box and proudly smiled, loving the way your eyes lit up as you reached for a slice.
“Yes it will!” you exclaimed as you took your first bite, lightly moaning at the taste. “But erase that memory from your brain please.”
“Nope. Never. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I’m going to save it forever” he said as he also started on his slice. You pouted up at him, cheeks puffed and it took all the self-control he had to not kiss it off your face. He hadn’t felt this way in so long, it was like you were his first crush. Trying to control his pulse, he asked “What are you working on so late?”
“Oh I have a proposal due for a meeting tomorrow at noon and I’m only halfway through it,” you frowned wistfully at the screen as if willing it to type on its own.
“Can I help?” He asked, knowing fully well that he couldn’t. He just had an overwhelming urge to make that frown disappear.
“You being here is help enough,” you smiled sincerely as you looked at him and he felt his heart explode, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. “What are you working on?”
“I have a few songs I have to finish the lyrics for. Been procrastinating” he rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled out the notebook from his back pocket.
“Can I help?” you echoed his question to which he echoed your response grinning. He wasn’t lying though. Even though he had planned to not really work, as the night progressed he found the change from his usual writing spot inspiring. Sitting next to you, the sound of the keyboard clicking was soothing leading to words pouring out of him. He filled pages as he stole glances at you concentrating on your proposal, tongue peeking from between your lips, still bobbing to the music which was now playing from your airpods instead of the speakers. He smiled at the sight, before focusing on his notebook.
After about an hour or so of hard work, he finished three songs that he had allotted himself the whole week to do. This was the most productive hour he had all month. Antsy for a break, he looked over at you and found you staring at him, a hand under your chin. As he met your gaze you smiled.
“You’re really hot when you concentrate. Has anyone ever told you that?” you commented. He was taken aback by your remark, heart fluttering at your smirking face. Not missing his chance and spurred on by the comment, he scooted closer in one sweep till your knees touched and you were face to face.
“You’re one to talk. I couldn’t stop looking at you this past hour.” Gazing into your eyes, he was amused to see your smirk disappear as it was now your turn to be shocked. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear letting his hand linger, enjoying the way you sighed as he did. “Can I make good on my promise now?” He whispered, his face centimeters away, looking at your lips. The way you bit your lower lip made him want to take you there and then. The desk looked big enough. Hell, even if it wasn’t he could make it work.
“Promise?” you whispered as he watched your eyes flutter to his lips.
“To kiss you first…” Too impatient to wait for your answer, he brought his lips to yours, relishing how soft they felt under his own. He was thrilled at you returning the kiss, deepening it as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him closer just like you did after the party. He was beginning to think this was your signature move, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t immensely turn him on. He moved his hand cupping your face to rest on your neck and he could feel your heartbeat mimicking his. He put his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, wanting to be as close to you as he could get. He traced his tongue over your lips, his head cloudy with endorphins as you opened your mouth inviting him in. He had never tasted something so euphoric, his tongue exploring yours in a rush.
He could feel you pushing forward as he leaned back and allowed you to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. As soon as you were on his lap, he pulled you closer, both arms around on your hips, your chest flushed with his. He kissed the side of your mouth as he made his way down your jaw to your neck. You smelt like vanilla mixed with a fresh flower garden, and he was sure this smell was better than any drug in the world. He could hear your breathy moans as he sucked where your neck met your collarbone, licking to soothe it before moving further. He wanted to taste all of you. Your hands were in his hair and each tug made him groan into you, making him harder. He could kiss you like this forever. He wanted to save this moment so he could come back to it and relive it. He traced his hands up and down your sides, moving under your shirt but remaining on your waist, enjoying the feel of your soft skin.
“Namjoon… Namjoon… slow down” he heard you say breathlessly as he felt a slight push. He looked up at you, your eyes half lidded and lusty as you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You were sending him mixed signals, but he didn’t care as long as he could keep kissing you.
“We have to slow down or I’m going to want to fuck you right here.” You whined as you both came back up for air, but you kissed him again nevertheless. Hearing you say that made him want to do anything in his power to make that happen.
“I don’t mind, baby,” he said against your lips, kissing you with urgency, biting your lower lip and pulling it gently to elicit another moan from you. To his disappointment, you seemed to have better self-control than him as you pushed him back, both of you panting as you struggled to catch your breath. He moved his hand back to your hips tracing little circles, feeling comforted by you smoothing his hair you had pulled earlier.
“There are cameras here. I’d rather not make a sex tape on our first date.” You giggled as you pointed to the black sphere in the corner of the room. He had never hated the obsession buildings had for security more, but the crudeness of your comment made him laugh. He had almost forgotten this was your first date, it felt like he had kissed you a thousand times before. You tasted like the relief of an awning in the middle of a summer downpour.
“I think we need to cool down,” you say as you climb off of his lap. “Let’s go.”
He followed you as you led him to the little kitchenette near the end of the room, unable to resist the urge to wrap his hands around your waist in a back hug. He knew he was being too clingy for a first date, but the way you giggled and put your hands over his gave him assurance.
“Lemonade, coke, or water,” you asked as you peered into the fridge.
“You.” He smirked kissing your neck, feeling bold off of the high from your makeout session.
“Joon!” you pretended to sound scandalized as you turned in his arms, smiling warmly. The nickname made his heart swell. It added a familiarity that he didn’t know he missed from you.
“You haven’t called me Joon before. I like it” he smiled as he pecked your lips.
“Hey! We are cooling down! No kissing! Now pick” you chided and Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if you were this assertive in bed too, a million scenarios playing in his head. Okay, you were right, he needed to cool down.
“I’ll just have water, thanks,” he said as he grabbed the bottle you passed him, opening and gulping half of it. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was for something other than you. You both made your way to the tables, sitting across from each other.
“So did you finish your proposal?” He asked trying to cool himself but failing as he noticed you running the cold water bottle against your neck, the beads of condensation dripping on your shirt. He cleared his throat as he tried to focus his attention on your eyes, a mantra of stay focused playing in his head.
“Yes! Finally! It’s perfect.” you smiled proudly and somehow he felt a wave of pride too. “What about you? Made any progress?”
“Actually yes. I kind of finished my entire week’s writing in that one hour” he was still amazed by his own progress.
“Okay, Mr Overachiever” you joked and he chuckled.
“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to write anything, but I don’t know your presence is kind of soothing. It helped me focus.” Watching your smile grow wide, he continued, “I’ve been having pretty severe burnout this past month and it has just been hard to put down my thoughts, even non-lyrical ones.” He fidgeted with the water bottle as he looked at it, avoiding eye contact.
He didn’t know why he was telling you this. He recalled when he told you about his struggles as a leader during your first conversation. Somehow being around you led him to vomit out his feelings. It was… unlike him. Namjoon was usually not this honest on dates, or relationships, as much as he would hate to admit it. That’s the reason he broke off his last one. He felt bad lying to her about a busy schedule when he just wanted to be alone. She would have understood, she was kind and thoughtful, but it just felt easier to lie and not put the effort in to explain his thoughts. Even when they broke up, he lied and told her that it was because he couldn’t handle being in a relationship at the moment, when in reality things had cooled off a while ago and he felt guilty as his feelings faded.
He felt your hand reach out and grab one of his, intertwining your fingers. He felt comforted by the gesture as you rubbed your thumb across him before you spoke two words that warmed his heart. “I understand.”
“You know it’s hard to work at full speed all the time. It’s okay to not be at a hundred all the time. The valleys feed the peaks” you continued. It was a simple remark, but it sounded surprisingly poetic to him. He hadn’t felt this understood outside of the boys for a long time. It was refreshing. It was terrifying. He resisted his natural urge to run and hide.
“Are you speaking from experience?” he asked, needing to divert the attention away from his own vulnerabilities.
“Yeah. I had it pretty tough a couple of years ago. Too much pressure from myself, too many expectations. Led to too many vices and panic attacks” you shrugged as you continued and he squeezed your hand to comfort you. “It creeps up from time to time but my therapist and I have it handled” He looked at you in awe. You hadn’t given him a throwaway answer or switched the limelight back at him. You wasted no time in being as vulnerable as him, if not more. He knew at that moment that regardless of where this thing went, he wanted you to know you better.
“Thank you for being honest.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. It was an intimate gesture but he wanted you to know how much he appreciated your words - how much he appreciated you - in that moment. You both sat in comfortable silence for a little while, playing with each other’s hands that were still intertwined, till one of you yawned loudly causing the other to giggle. With the weight of the conversation lifting, you both fell back into playful banter as you decided to pack up and call it a night.
“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Namjoon asked, wanting to drag the night on longer despite it already being almost 2 am.
“Don’t judge me but I actually don’t know how to drive. I was just going to cab back.” he saw you giggle bashfully as you pulled your backpack over your shoulders.
“Oh, no judgment here! Me neither” he laughed. Why does everyone think it is such a big deal to not drive? It’s better for the environment! “Do you want to take one together? I don’t really want you to ride alone this late.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t come off as if he was trying to dictate what you did.
“I’d really like that,” you said as you walked towards the elevators. He held your hand as you both got on, liking the way you moved closer to him at that.
In the cab you both sat closer than necessary, his arm wrapped around you as you both made plans for your scheduled date later that day, trying not to doze off. When the cab stopped all too soon at your apartment, he kissed you gently as he told you how much he enjoyed your company.
That night laying in bed, his heart felt full as he read your goodnight message. He was sure of it now. He really wanted you in his life.
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One-shot - Harry Hook x Reader - Colorless - soulmate au!
i made this cuz i was having minor writers block from rewrite and wanted to do a soulmate au oneshot. enjoy!
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He had never believed it, the idea of soulmates. Someone who made in the stars just for him? That would love him no matter what? Someone he would love till the end of his life? Someone perfect to him in every which way?
Yeah right, he was not that dumb to believe something like that, villains didn’t get happy endings, or someone to love.
They didn’t need it, or deserve it.
His father's world had been black and white since he was born, he had been told that color erupted around him the first time he stepped onto a ship out on the open seas, but Harry wasn’t inclined to believe him after the 30th time he had asked what the color of something was and his father refused to answer.
Some days he looked out across the strait of Ursula to see Auradon, wondering if he did have a soulmate and if they lived there.
Somedays he dreamed of someone with a laugh that sounded like the soft bells you would hear in those Auradon commercials around the holidays, not the ones he would find that sounded like a little metal ball hitting against cheap plastic.
Sometimes he would dream that he was on a large great pirate ship, walking along the deck with someone as they sang a sea shanty with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, he akined it to a siren that sang to sailors about their deepest loves and wishes.
Deep down he knew it was dreams of his soulmate, hinting to him so he could find them easier. But he had already convinced himself that he didn’t have one, so he did his best to ignore those dreams.
He never thought that he would be proved wrong.
When he kidnapped King Ben and informed Evie, Jay, and Carlos about the deal Uma wanted to make with Mal. He didn’t expect to look behind Carlos as see a flash of color in a pair of eyes he had sworn he had seen in his dreams.
He ignored it, turning and walking back to the crew and escorting King Ben back to the ship. It didn’t mean his mind wasn’t on those curious sparkling (e/c) eyes for the entire night.
The entire day leading to the trade for Ben, he saw flashes of (e/c) everywhere, a bead on Bonnie's bracelet, a cloth hanging from the clothing lines, a shimmer from the sea below the revenge.
He forced himself to think that it was a fluke, that those hypnotic eyes hadn’t been the ones belonging to the one that would be called his soulmate.
He threw that out the window when he was chasing after Ben and slammed into someone, his mind screamed at him to drop his weapons and catch them before they hurt themselves, he listened. His hook and sword clattered to the deck as he wrapped his arms around their waist and tugged them back on their feet.
Their colorless hair bounced a bit as they shook their head to clear their frazzled mind and looked up, Harrys breath stopped as the (e/c) eyes looked into his, the world now exploding into color.
Time froze as the two newly found soulmates started into each other's eyes, Harry's grip around their waist tightening as he started to look at them. Soft looking (h/l) (h/c) hair, blush tinted (s/c) decorated with (freckles, scars, beauty marks, whatever), (chapped, scarred, soft, plump, thin) lips agape as they stared back at him.
His soulmate…was everything the stories had said. They were perfect to him, truly made in the stars just for him.
As time resumed, Harry flinched a bit as he heard the frustrated screams of Uma and Mal. He looked up, gritting his teeth as the traitors and Ben backed up near the tunnel, calling out for someone's name.
(y/n)…that was his soulmate's name.
“Yeh have ta go” he whispered to them, releasing his grip on their waist and sliding it up to their shoulders, giving them a reassuring smile when they protested “we’ll see each other again, I promise…I’m Harry” they stopped, whispering their name back before grabbing one of his hands and pecking his palm, turning and running towards their friends, glancing back at Harry the entire time as the core four and Ben made their escape.
Harry gingerly picked up his weapons, starting at his reflection in his hook. So that’s what his mother meant when his eyes had reflected the colors of the sea. He hooked his hook on his belt and went to sheath his sword, watching as the red fabric he had tied to his sword handle fluttered in the wind.
He sighed, rolling his neck and watching as Uma stormed off, watching as her colored hair flew around her as she took the long way around the wharf to get to the other side of the tunnel. He had always told her that her hair was beautiful, but now he knew he had never lied.
-
He perked up as his soulmate walked on screen, wearing a crimson dress/suit with delicate details on the chest that reached down to their waist. His brow twitched as some of the crew booed at his soulmate and chucked food at the screen.
(i made three of these so be prepared)
He ignored them, keeping his eyes on his beautiful soulmate. Their sparkling (e/c)s looked straight at the camera, looking as if they hoped they could see him through the lens.
They looked away a moment later, tuning and walking onto the ship for cotillion.
Every time the camera panned over them during the main event, Harry felt his heart flutter, just wanting to hold them in his arms again.
When Uma turned into the giant cecaelia, the water from her emerging from the sea had destroyed the cameras, cutting off the crew from watching her take over, and Harry from seeing his soulmate.
He cursed to himself, wishing he had told Uma of (y/n) before she left Uma wouldn’t accidentally hurt her.
All he could do now was wait.
-
It was two years before he saw his soulmate again, only getting glimpses of them through a cruddy screen, but their eyes always seemed to shine through the fuzzy and fading tv.
He and Gil snuck up behind the unsuspecting core four, leaping through the closing gap of the barrier and for the first time, stepping outside of the prison they called home.
“We did it!” he and Gil hugged each other for a moment before remembering the vks next to them, who were staring at them bewildered and apprehensively.
“uh, hey guys~!” He sang, giving a small wave before turning to Gil and gesturing towards the other end of the bridge “we were just coming for a wee visit~!” and to see (y/n) but they didn’t need to know that.
As he and Gil tried to push past the core four, Carlos and Jay pushed them back, Harry growled a bit and shoved Carlos, the younger teen bumping back into Mal and making her drop the small blue crystal in her hand.
“hey-hey!!” as she ducked down to grab it, harry swiped down with his hook and then threw his arm to the side, sending the crystal into the sky and dropping down into the sea. “no!” Mal screamed, stilling as a large turquoise tentacle reached up and grabbed it.
Uma rose from the sea, Harry and Gil looked at each other as they realized their captain and friend had returned “Drop something~” Uma purred, the tentacle holding the crystal opening to show it to Mal.
“It can't get wet, give it back before it goes out!” Uma cackled at Mal's plead.
“Uma?!” Harry and Gil yelled, the sea witch looking at them with a smile and wave.
“that’s my name~!” moments later she ducked back under the waves, Mal screaming out another objection.
The water rose up in a tunnel, rising higher than the broken bridge the vks were standing on. It burst out, spraying them with water.
Harry and Gil looked back over the edge, looking for their friend “hi boys~” they spun around, Harry grinning and holding his hook up as Uma grinned back at him.
He cackled as he walked toward her “welcome back~” Uma’s smile diminished for a moment as Gil looked at her with sad eyes.
“Uma, you swam off and forgot all about us” Mal scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
“yeah, planning a revenge no doubt” Uma laughed a bit, stepping away from her boys and giving a nasty smirk to Mal.
“it's not all about you Mal” Mal seemed surprised and appalled at the comeback “I was looking for a hole in the barrier, to let everybody out?” she turned back to Harry and Gil, who grinned at her “and you know what I found boys? It’s way better out there than we thought” she walked a bit closer to them, an excited spark in her eyes. “there's this thing that looks like a furry rock, called a coconut. And fish so big you can dance on their backs!” Uma looked back at Mal. “and they’ve been keeping it all for themselves~” Harry clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his finger a bit.
“Whatever, Uma I need that to break a spell” Mal held her hand out as if expecting Uma would just hand over the crystal with just her word.
“Cast by sleeping beauty’s daughter Audrey” Carlos continued, watching as Uma pursed her lip in fake concern.
“so, the good guys the bad guy huh?” she let out a soft laugh “well I might not give it back, just to see what happens~”
“Uma it's not the time for games, people’s lives are in danger!” harry felt his heart stop as an image of (y/n)s body came to mind, unable to move as darkness swirled around them. He shook his head, forcing his mind to pay attention to what was happening right in front of him.
“Guarantee me, that every single villain kid who wants too, can get off the isle” Mal glared a bit and shook her head.
“I can't do that” Uma just gave her a ‘really bitch’ look and walked towards the edge of the bridge.
“can't do that huh, well how bout now!” she held her hand over the edge, dangling the crystal between her fingers.
“Deal!” Mal yelled, a satisfied smirk growing on Uma’s face as she watched Mal panic “Deal.” Uma faked a stumble, Evie calling out her name to stop her from dropping the crystal.
“Uma!” Uma looked over to Evie with a satisfied look on her face “her word is good” Uma stepped away from the edge, bringing the crystal to her face and glancing from it to mal before shaking her head
“I’ll still keep this, for the time being,” Mal scoffed, crossing her arms again “because if you think I trust you to save the world on your own, think again” Uma turned back to Harry and Gil, a wide grin on her face “this is a job for pirates!”
And with a ‘friendship’ suggestion from Evie, the vks were off to Auradon in an attempt to save it.
Another two hours, finding a courtyard of sleeping students, fighting spelled suits of armor, and then finally being sent off to find Ben, Harry was…bored.
He, Jay, Carlos, and Gil had been walking for thirty minutes through the enchanted forest but had noticed the colors around him had started to brighten, unlike they were on the isle.
‘the farther you are away from your soulmate the duller the world will be’ he remembered his mother telling him when was a babe, and it proved to be true after he met (y/n) and when they left the isle was dull again, he could see the colors but they were so drab and grey that it felt like he never found them at all.
He glanced down at his hook, smirking as his ocean blue eyes seemed to awaken with color again, the grass below him fading into that fresh green he had only heard about, looking up to see Jay and Carlos’ colors standing against the earthy tones of the forest.
He was close to his soulmate, he had to be, all he had to do now was find them as he promised.
If only a cursed beast Ben hadn't interrupted him. Jay pulled his arm out of the way, Harry spinning on his heel and sending a right hook at beast Ben's face and yelping as he turned and leaped at him.
Jay grabbed his jacket and forced him to bend back and leaned Harry towards himself, Harry spun himself back around, standing just behind Jay.
“yeh need some serious nose adjustments!” Harry snarled, flinching back as Ben roared. Ben looked between him and Gil, and snarled, leaning back on his haunches and about to leap at them.
Harry and Gil stepped back as he leaped forward, reeling his claws back to slash when a silver hilted cutlass flew between them, sticking into a tree just next to them.
The boys turned, Harry's world exploding into bright color again as he laid his eyes on (y/n). then his breath stopped as he looked at their clothes. A black button-up shirt, unbuttoned down to the middle of their chest, black ripped pants that had belts and buckles on the right leg, tall dark brown worn boots, multiple necklaces hanging between the open sides of their shirt, silver and gold rings, leather bracelets, and red and black skull stud leather fingerless gloves. “wow” Harry croaked, taking another step back as Ben swiped at (y/n).
They ducked under the swipe and ran towards the silver hilted cutlass, flipping it in their grip and blocking a couple of swipes from Ben's claws. Within moments they trapped Ben down on his front claws, raising their brow as a sharp dark object caught their eye.
They quickly ripped out the object out of Ben's paw and leaped back as Ben roared in pain and swiped his claws up “Jane now!” (y/n) called, backing up near the boys and looking at Harry, a smile growing on their face.
Suddenly a spray of water hit Ben, a soft glow and sparkles appearing as the beast form shrunk down into Ben's human form. Jay ran forward to go help Ben as (y/n) and Harry stared at each other.
The world around them blurred away and it seemed like it was just them. Gil looked between them and smiled, turning to go join the boys and Jane as Harry and (y/n) stepped closer to each other.
“I told yeh we’d see each other, again didn’t I?” Harry hummed, letting out a soft chuckle as (y/n) bit their lip and nodded.
“yeah…how’d you get off the isle?” Harry shrugged, looking down at (y/n)s hands and wanting to hold them.
“Malsy and the others wanted ta get the crystal or whatever n’ Gil and I took the chance to escape” (y/n) giggled, smiling at him.
“well, I’m glad you took the chance” Harry smiled back, eyes glancing back and forth between (y/n)s eyes and their lips.
“Harry, (y/n), come on, we’re heading back to Evie’s place” Gil forced them out of their little world, scaring (y/n) a bit as they snapped their head to look at Gil “sorry, but we’re leaving now” Harry sighed, closing his eyes a bit and nodded.
“Alright, we’re coming”
-
Uma blinked in surprise as she stared at Harry and (y/n)s intertwined hands “alright I missed something and I would like to be told what I missed” Harry looked around, sighing in relief as Gil entered the back room they were occupying.
“um, so yeh remember when we were fightin’ the others over Ben ‘n the wand?” Uma slowly nodded, her eyes glancing from their hands to (y/n) “um, well, um….yer hair is turquoise” Uma stared at him as if he was insane before it hit her.
“no.fucking.way~!” Uma squealed, a bright grin blooming on her face. Her hands flashed up to cup her cheeks “aww how cute!...why am I talking like this? Why can't I stop?” Uma continued to talk in a high pitched voice, looking from Gil to Harry slightly confused.
Harry snorted a bit and covered his mouth, looking away as Gil just started to laugh “you sound like you ate a lot of that balloon stuff” he chuckled.
“inhaled, you can’t eat helium Gil” (y/n) supplied, giving a soft smile to the sea three “I’m glad you approve Uma”
“Why wouldn’t I? you’re his soulmate. If I didn’t approve, I’d look like an asshole” Uma laughed “even if you are an Auradon kid, I can tell you’re one of the cool ones” Uma gestured to (y/n)s skull-themed clothing items, such as the gold coin necklace with a skull in the middle.
“oh” (y/n) snorted “that, yeah, I’m technically an Auradon kid I guess, but I’m different for one reason” Uma, Gil, and Harry looked at (y/n) with raised brows “I’m the descendant of the two most legendary pirates in the world~” Harry's eyes sparkled in excitement, tightening his grip on (y/n)s hand and bringing up, forcing (y/n)s attention to him.
“Who are they?” (y/n) giggled at his enthusiasm.
“Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner.”
Harry's jaw dropped, and he just stared at (y/n) for a minute “wh-why is he staring at me like that?” (y/n) chuckled, slightly unnerved with the look in Harry's eyes.
“he’s just happy that you have such bomb ass parents” Uma laughed, patting Harry’s back and walking out of the room with Gil “yall get to know each other better, we’ll be with the others”
(y/n) nodded, looking back at Harry and reaching up to cup his face. He shook at the touch and blinked, a smile replacing his awed look “yeh are so damn cool”
(y/n)s cheeks turned dark at the compliment “so um-“ they quickly thought of a way to turn the attention off of them “do you have any siblings?”
“aye, two sisters, Harriet and CJ, Harriet’s the oldest and CJs the baby” (y/n) smiled and took Harry's hand again, leading him to the window seat in the room and making him sit.
They sat down next to him and continued “I have an older brother, his name is Henry, and a soon-to-be sister-in-law, Carina. Um, what's your favorite food?”
“oooh battered fish fries, Uma makes really good ones”
“I’ll have to try them sometime.”
-
(y/n) watched with sad eyes as the limo with her soulmate drove back to the isle, twisting the ruby ring Harry had given them before he left.
It was slowly losing its color the farther the limo got.
“I’m sorry (y/n)” Ben muttered, trying to comfort them as they both watched the limo drive off “If I knew…I would have invited him to Auradon a long time ago”
“there's no point in saying that now” (y/n) muttered, shrugging off Ben's arm and walking back inside the dorms, ignoring the tears that were trailing down their face.
-
(y/n)s heart pounded as their shoes slammed against the bridge ground, just across from them as Harry, who was running straight towards them.
“Harry!” (y/n) screamed, feeling tears once more burn at their eyes and stream down their face. Harry screamed their name back, opening his arms as they finally reached each other and held onto (y/n) tightly, picking them off their feet and spinning them around.
“I’m here love, I’m here”
(y/n) pulled back for a moment, staring into Harry's ocean blue eyes, before they grabbed the lapels of Harry's jacket and pulling him in for a kiss.
Harry hummed and tilted his head, his hands drifting from (y/n)s hips up to their face, gently brushing his thumb against their cheek.
“I think our (y/n) is in good hands” Elizabeth hummed, watching from the Auradon side as her child was finally reunited with their soulmate.
“I think so too” Will muttered back, grabbing onto Elizabeth's hand and pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles.
Harry pulled back from (y/n) and looked down, grinning at the black and red outfit they were wearing “I like yer look”
“Thanks, I got inspiration from my soulmate” (y/n) laughed, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek and pulling him to Auradon.
-end-
hoped yall liked it, personally some of it went pretty fast but i was just trying write something to warm up instead of making everything make sense lol
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You’re Not So Bad (Isaac Foster x Reader)
A/N: I finished Angels of Death a few weeks back, and it was so good! I just had to write a short story about it. I’m not the best writer, but hopefully my first writing of this anime is somewhat close to Zack’s character.
Warnings: Cussing, Blood Mention (it’s Zack)
You never expected to meet someone like Zack until he arrived on Floor B2. You assisted Reverend Gray, acting as another guardian of B2 after he took you in when he found you as a homeless teen, sleeping on the outside steps of his building. He wasn’t the best father figure you could’ve had, but he still treated you better than the streets did. When hearing the elevator on your floor ding, you wanted to see who was there, but Reverend Gray stopped you, warning you to be careful of the people you may meet. When you asked why, he described the people that held the names Isaac Foster and Rachel Gardner. In all honesty, you didn’t think they were actually as bad as he made them sound, considering that he over exaggerates his descriptions of people to you to keep you safe. Also considering the other psychotic people he had as guardians on the other floors, you could trust your own gut when you met the duo. You stayed hidden in the background while you watched Reverend Gray journey with Rachel to Dr. Danny’s floor. Watching them leave from the end of the hall, you saw a man in a dark brown hoodie and a scythe laying on the ground. That must be Isaac Foster. You could tell that he was bleeding out badly, a pang of guilt and empathy coursing through you. You were hesitant to approach him, remembering that the Reverend said he was dangerous to meddle with and there was a high chance he could react violently to you if you dared to try and talk. But seeing him looking on the verge of death, you couldn’t help but walk slowly toward him. It may seem unreasonable to walk right into danger, but you knew you could take care of yourself. Reverend Gray provided you with a weapon of your own, a basket-hilted sword. He helped you to perfect every swing and stab. Not only that, but you weren’t too bad at fighting hand-to-hand either. Luckily, Isaac Foster appears to be too injured to try and fight back anyway. I honestly don’t think my sword would be able to block his scythe well, I hope he doesn’t use it on me, you thought. As you got closer and closer to the strange man, he fidgeted a bit. You paused your movements, clutching the handle of your sword in its scabbard. He weakly turned his head towards you, his eyes opening slowly.
“Who the fuck are you? You gonna try and kill me?” he questioned, a sharp tone in his voice. You noticed he made no effort to reach for his scythe, so you let go of your sword’s handle.
“No.....I wouldn’t try to kill someone if they’re already dying,” you responded. He let out a dry laugh.
“I hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I’m not dying any time soon. Monsters are hard to kill. Besides, good ‘ol Rachel’s gonna fix me up. But enough of the chitter chatter, you didn’t answer my first question. Who the fuck ARE you? I thought there’s only one guardian on each floor, unless Reverend Shithead cheated,” he spat. You let out a small chuckle, finding his way of talking a throwback to when you were a teen. Although, he seemed to be around the same age as you, twenty or twenty-two years old. His bandaged face looked confused to your lighthearted reaction. He scowled, “Hey, what’s all that laughing for? I didn’t even say anything funny.”
“Oh nothing, just thinking of my teenage days. But to answer your first question, I am another guardian of this floor. My job is assisting Reverend Gray on this floor, though I’m not really allowed to interact with the people who come here. But I uh, couldn’t help feeling a bit bad for you, seeing you bleed out like that,” you finally confessed. Letting out another dry laugh, he looked at you with a smirk.
“Feeling bad for me, huh? Not the best decision. Don’t know if you can already tell, but I’m a cold-blooded serial killer. If I wasn’t feeling shitty at the moment, I’d cut that pretty head of yours off. Seeing you this calm around someone like me really pisses me off,” he said. You only let out another small chuckle, which irked him even more.
“I’m sure you would, Isaac Foster. Although, I don’t think a fight between the two of us would end so quick. My weapon may be smaller than yours, but I can hold my own very well. If I could survive majority of my childhood and teen years being alone in the streets, I think I could survive you,” you calmly said. His temper apparently sky-rocketed because the next moment, he was yelling.
“The name’s Zack, you bitch! Don’t go being so confident in yourself, it’s sickening to watch. I bet my ass could ruin all that confidence with just one land of my scythe. I’ll have you begging for your life, just you wait ‘til I’m in a better state to kill ya. Ugh, now I have two bitches to kill!” he groaned, then coughed loudly, more blood oozing out of his wound. You felt guilty again, wanting to at least stop the bleeding for a little while.
“I carry some bandages and patches with me in case there’s a time I ever need to fix myself. If you need some I can-”
“Just leave it alone, will ya? I already got Rachel getting shit for me back on the other floor, I don’t need your damn help! Why the hell does everyone wanna help me?”
“M’kay, but you’re bleeding pretty badly, by the time she comes back, you’ll most likely be passed out-”
“I said leave it alone! Stop tryna play nurse, your stuff probably won’t even do shit.”
“But it’s better to stop the bleeding as soon as-”
“Will you shut up? You’re gonna make me go into shock.”
“I just wanna help-”
“I said I don’t want any damn help!”
“Well you won’t be much of a monster by bleeding out all over this damn floor! If you wanna at least live long enough to kill that girl Rachel, you could at least be somewhat decent and let me patch you up before you go all out, getting your own self killed instead! Now shut the fuck up and let me help! Geez! How does that blonde girl deal with you?” you shouted. Your yelling got him to close his mouth and shut up, surprised that he got someone as calm as you to get angry. How can I get her angry, but not scared shitless? It’s like she wasn’t even phased by my damn appearance, he thought. There was a short silence in the hallway, until Zack finally spoke up. “Didn’t know you had all that anger in ya. Heh, to be honest you even got my crazy self startled. I have no clue how Rachel deals with me, but all I know is her messed up head wants me to kill her. So I’ll do it. If I want to keep my promise to her.....I guess you should do what ya want. But don’t be a pervert about it.”
A small smile formed on your face as you took out your supplies in the small medical bag you carried around.
“How the hell are you smiling after all that? Sheesh, I’m starting to think you’re even weirder than Rachel is,” Zack let out noises of disgust. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his childlike behavior.
“Tell me something.....,” he began to say, “why haven’t ya mentioned anything about my appearance? I’m literally covered in bandages and burnt underneath. Don’t I freak you out at all? Why aren’t ya scared?”
“Well, I’ve seen crazier. I also don’t like to make a judgement about someone based on only their appearance. Sure you’re not ordinary looking, but I know there’s more about you than what I see on the outside,” you replied. Everything that you needed to help him was taken out. You didn’t have any type of alcohol or a sewing needle and thread to fully cover what you believed to be a deep gash in his abdomen, but it was all that could be done for now until Rachel got back. You reached over towards his wound, but hesitated. You looked him in the eyes, as if you were silently asking for permission. He nodded slightly, his breathing hitching a bit when he saw the look your eyes held. You looked so genuine, not one hint of fear in you. Was that.....kindness? No, it couldn’t be. Why would anyone show kindness to him? You unzipped his hoodie, a faint blush on your face. Sure he was an asshole, but it still felt.....somewhat intimate? Not in an inappropriate way, just in a trustworthy way. The fact he had so much trust in one stranger to help him like this.....it was odd. You undid the bandages already on him that were worn out. His wound was revealed, and so was his skin. Wow....is all of him burned? You shook your thoughts away. You grabbed a bunch of gauze sponges you had and grouped them together, beginning to apply pressure to his wound. Zack hissed at the pain, saying almost every curse word you think is in the dictionary. You let out a soft “Sorry” as you continued to clean up the big amount of blood on his body. Once you began to bandage him up tightly, Zack started up another conversation.
“You’re different from the other guardians.....why aren’t ya trying to kill me? Isn’t that what you guardians do?” he asked curiously. You showed him another small smile. That damn smile, why does she smile so easily at me? It’s not like Rachel’s forced ass smile. What’s up with this bitch? Why is her smile so.....familiar?
“Well, like I said before, I just assist Reverend Gray on this floor. He’s the main guardian. I’m just someone he happened to take in after he found me sleeping on the steps of this building. Heh, teenager me. Homeless after my parents abandoned me as a toddler. I’m not sure what made Reverend Gray want to keep me. Sometimes he acts like a father, but then I remember how self praising he is,” you sighed, “I know the people on the other floors kill so you expect me to be the same, but I don’t want to kill someone if they aren’t totally out of their mind.”
“So is that why you didn’t try to kill me? Cause ya think I’m not totally out of my mind? Heh, well I’m pretty sure me killing people for fun isn’t sane either. I hate seeing people happy, sooooo I kill ‘em. What’s not psycho about that?” Zack stated.
“Well for starters, I didn’t try to kill you because you were already injured, so it wouldn’t have been fair. And you can’t be totally out of your mind if you let me help you with your injury.” Zack scowled at your reply, knowing you were right. Even as a serial killer, he had morals. He hated lying, and he himself would never tell a lie.
“You remind me of him too much,” he grumbled. Your head perked up.
“Did you say something?”
“I said you talk too much.”
“No, you definitely said something else.”
“No I said you talk too much.”
“Doubt it, tell me what ya really said.”
“That is what I really said.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Zack.”
“Ugh, I said you remind me of him too much,” he said softly.
“Him?” you questioned. Zack sighed. “There was this man I met when I was younger, a blind man. He let me stay at his place for a couple days. Even after I told him I killed a guy, he still had that dumb smile on his face. He always had that smile on his face around me. It was annoying, him being so calm around someone like me. Pissed me off, but I didn’t kill him. He fed me and everything. I mean he already died cause of something else, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Are ya done with my bandages yet? It feels like it’s been hours!”
You rolled your eyes at his commentary. “Well, whoever that man is, he had quite the patience with you.”
“Hey! I was giving you a compliment! Geez, way to be rude!” Zack crossed his arms, turning away from you. You only chuckled once more. You finally finished wrapping enough bandages as you could, making sure it was snug enough.
“Happy now, angry boy? I’m done. They’ll still get bloody, but at least the bandages are fresh and not worn out,” you said, giving him another smile just to annoy him.
“Thanks,” he mumbled. “I never caught your name. Since I told ya mine, it’s only fair you tell me yours.”
“It’s (Y/N),” you said.
“Well (Y/N),” Zack rubbed the back of his head. “You’re not so bad.....maybe I’ll keep ya alive.”
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period pains - b.h.
hi so this imagine is finally here after someone had requested it about a month ago so i’m sorry it took a while i bad writer’s block for the longest time
i still another ben imagine to finish writing and so many other WIPs to finish but i will finish them
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warnings: talk about periods, none
# of words: 1,400
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Getting the monthly visit from mother nature visit wasn’t exactly Y/N’s favorite. Cravings and emotions were all over the place and this time, they were even worse. Yeah there were some bad days and some good days, but the good days weren’t happening this time. This month her body felt like it was finally betraying her.
Hopping out of her and Ben's bed, she went into the bathroom to try and take a shower and hopefully the hot water will ease some of the cramps she was enduring before taking some medication and resting for the rest of the day. Ben wasn’t home at the moment and was out with friends and won’t be back until later in the afternoon. When she was done with her shower, she stole one of Ben’s shirts and his sweats seeing that since they were big on her, she can enjoy the first day without wanting to have something too tight around her midsection and feel like she was suffocating. There wasn’t exactly much to do around the apartment seeing that it was already cleaned from the day before, and cramps were limiting everything she could do.
Turning on the TV after grabbing some breakfast and taking the ibuprofen Ben had left on the kitchen counter for her as well as a glass of water. She waited until it kicked in before she messaged Ben telling her about what was going on so he knew that she wasn’t going to be ignoring him on purpose. Not paying attention to the show that was one which was just a rerun of a terrible, cheesy, reality show on. Ben and her didn’t understand why they loved watching them so much, but it was entertaining for them and whenever Ben was home they got to make fun of everyone together rather than facetiming and doing it over the phone.
After some time, she ended up falling asleep on the couch as ben entered their apartment with a bag full of essentials that Y/N would need for the week. He saw how badly periods could affect her, especially how she sleeps and takes naps when they happen. As he closed the door, she woke up while hearing the rustling of the bag which must’ve meant that Ben was back home. He walked over to her and began to caress her hair causing her to slowly flutter her eyes open and sees him squatting in front of her, giving a small smile
“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked softly
“In a pissy mood. I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N groaned back as ben chuckled softly
“Well, I brought some food if you’re hungry, same with some more products. If you’re up for it, we can cuddle afterwards?”
“I’m not really in the mood, I just want to take a nap and be alone. ”
“Babe, you don’t mean it. You usually want to-”
“Just please leave me the fuck alone!” she yelled irritated getting up and going to their room
Ben didn’t know what to do and just sat there in silence, shocked and wondered as to why she was being like that. He knew it was wrong to blame it on her hormones but usually when she was in the same situation she would want to cuddle with him and just have him wrapped around her. As Y/N laid down on their bed and went back to the position she was sleeping in before. Ben sat on the floor a little longer before he got up and went to the kitchen and began to unpack everything that he had bought for her to make her period a little less shitty.
Moments had passed and Ben was laying on the couch scrolling through his phone seeing that the tv couldn’t distract him any longer. He still couldn’t help but think about what Y/N told him and it’s been running through his mind for the past hour. He understood she was in a lot of pain but all he wanted to do was help and to soothe some of it away. Usually, if he were home and not filming he would be her personal heater but apparently it seems like this time she didn’t want it. She was still asleep in their room, but she wasn’t really asleep. She hasn’t been asleep for the past half hour. When it hit her as to what she said to she immediately felt guilty. He was always the best to her no matter how she felt and she felt bad that he had to deal with her yelling and getting annoyed at him for something that she could control. She didn’t know if he had left their apartment or if he had stayed but, why would he stay, she asked herself. She was being a bitch to him and she most likely hurt him in the process. Y/N really loved him and he didn’t deserve to be treated like the way she treated him a while ago.
She got out of bed and hesitantly walked down to the living room to find him lying on his back on the couch with his eyes closed, not knowing if he was asleep or not. She took a moment to study his features. The faint freckles on his face, the curls that were starting to form as his hair grew longer, the bump along his nose, how whenever he was sleeping on his back, he always had one arm behind his head and the other on top of his stomach. Y/N stared at him for a few more moments before walking into the kitchen and finding the takeout with a bouquet of flowers next to. She picked up the flowers to smell them and noticed that there was a card in them. Y/N immediately recognized Ben’s handwriting on the car and tears began to enter her eye as to what he wrote:
“Dear Y/N,
I know this week is going to be a tough week, especially because today is one of your worst days. I’m not sure if I’m going to be home since I know you’re going to be sleeping to try and take away the cramps, so I’m writing this just in case. You complete my life and I don’t know what it’ll be without you in it. This week will pass quickly soon! I love you.”
Ben had woken up after getting the feeling of someone staring at him and hearing footsteps shuffle. He rubbed his eyes before sitting up and stretching his neck and walked into the kitchen to find Y/N’s back faced to him as she read the note he wrote to her earlier. He stood there against the wall with his arms crossed waiting for her to finish. When she finished, she turned back to the flowers to put them in a vase. Filling the vase with water, Y/N nearly dropped it when she saw Ben standing there.
“I’m sorry. For both waking you and for what happened earlier.” y/n started putting the flowers in the vase before walking over to him
“I would say it’s because of my period and how everything was hurting but that is a shitty excuse and you deserve so much better than that” she tried to finish as ben tried to interrupt her
“Y/N” ben tried to say
“I should’ve stayed and let you cuddle me and stay with me like you always do. I was being such a bitch too and I've been like that to you. You deserved so much better and you must be mad-”
“Y/N! I still love you and it’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad. Yes, I was a little sad when you said that but I completely understand, you’re in pain. I’m not mad at you and i’ll never be.” he told her grabbing her hands before pulling her in
“And plus, we have some takeout that’s cold and i know you’re hungry seeing that the sink is empty so it means you haven’t eaten much. C’mon” he finished taking her to the table and taking out the food
“I love you so much.”
“I love you so much too. Now let’s get some food into you and then we can go cuddle and tell me about anything you want.”
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Stargazing
Hi! Admin Anesthesia here! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ahahahahahah...sorry for being really inactive. I’m still having a really bad writer’s block and this is low effort, but here’s a story I spontaneously decided to write instead of doing my chemistry homework. As you can see, I am failing said subject. Enjoy!
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Summary: Dream had been missing for the whole day and George gets worried. He decides to try and find him. When he finds Dream on the roof, he doesn't know what to think.
Trigger Warnings: None
Content Warnings: Swearing
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“Hey...I got your text, Tubbo. You can’t find Dream?” George asked as soon as he came into the house.
“Yeah, we-....did you run here?”
George was breathing heavily, nodding, ���Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
Tubbo shrugged, “No reason, it just seems kinda weird for ‘just friends’ to do.”
George tried to rebut but was breathing too hard to get it through his lungs. Of course, Tubbo would still bring it up after 7 years.
"Tubbo, it's been 7 years."
"Okay? And?" The younger raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't change anything. If anything, you two have been flirting a lot more since you rejected him."
George rolled his eyes, "Tubbo."
"Whatever. Dad and Aunt Puffy's in the other room. Tell them you're here."
George just scoffed, messing up Dream's younger brother's hair up before walking into the living room.
“George….what are you doing here?” Schlatt asked as soon as he caught sight of the teenager.
“Tubbo told me that you guys can’t find Dream. I didn’t see him in school today, so I got worried. I’m here to help you find him.”
Immediately, Schlatt and Puffy gave a look at one another, which George recognized as the same one Tubbo had given him.
“Okay, you can stop that!” George huffed, “Where did you last see him?”
“Going to sleep yesterday. He was missing in the morning, but we all assumed he went to school. Imagine our surprise.”
George sighed, “He's been missing for the whole day. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, so I don't think he'd run away. Alright, can I check his room and see if he left any clues?”
Schlatt nodded, “We’ll be looking around the school for any clues. Feel free to come join us afterward. We're going around the neighborhood to see if anyone else has caught sight of him. It's getting dark.”
“Cool." George smiled as he went up towards Dream's bedroom.
He looked around. It looked the same since the last time he had been in the room. Dream's bed was made and there were fresh clothes on his bed that he hadn’t put away. George looked around his desk, only finding a note written in scribbles.
They were romantic gift ideas by the looks of it. Chocolate, flowers, jewelry, song, etc. Probably for the guy that Dream had said he was desperately in love with.
George rolled his eyes. Dream had been so insistent on him moving on from George. Something that George would never admit hurt him. Because George was in love with his best friend.
He looked around for more clues, as to find where his best friend was.
Dream's iconic green sweatshirt hung from his chair. He never went anywhere without it, whether it was just cold or if he wanted to give it to George. A gesture he did often to tease how big it looks on him.
A breeze came in through the slightly opened window and George fixed his gaze on it.
George pursed his lips as he opened the window all the way before stepping out onto the roof.
As soon as he came out, he called for Dream's name, looking around. No answer came, so he tried to walk around the room. It was pretty dark and he didn’t see where he was going, so of course, he started to trip on one of the roof tiles.
“Woah, woah, woah. That’s really dangerous. What have I said about going onto dangerous things without me next to you?”
Someone had caught him and George looked up to see Dream.
“Hey.” He felt his breath be taken away as he looked into Dream's eyes. “Did I ever mention how good you look in the night?”
“Oh, very funny.” Dream rolled his eyes as he pulled George along towards where he was hidden. A place in the roof which wouldn’t be seen when you come out of the house nor when you came out into the roof. “I’m guessing because you can’t see most of me in the dark?”
George giggled as he sat down next to his best friend, “No, I just think you look really good underneath the moonlight.”
“...oh, well then thank you.”
“So...are you going to tell me what’s up?” George asked as he noticed Dream hadn’t let go of his hand yet.
“What do you mean?”
“Well...for starters, you ditched school and worried everyone for a whole day by disappearing.”
“It’s not like those fuckers care about me anyway. All they do care about is what power I could bring them.” Dream snorted. “Which is why I’m also asking...what are you doing here?”
“I was worried and scared that something had happened. I know that you won’t believe people when they say that they care about you because at the end of the night….you’ve been through some shitty things. I know that you won't admit how bad Schlatt was of a dad to you and how you never wanted Tubbo to feel this way, but they still care about you and Schlatt is trying to become better. Even if that isn't enough to convince you, I’ve been here since the start, haven’t I? And I’m not about to hurt you...so you can trust me.”
Dream was quiet, clenching his jaw as he looked off.
George sighed, “What did you do the whole day?”
Dream shrugged, pointing to a notebook on the side, “Writing.”
George raised an eyebrow and Dream just pulled the notebook away from him and just pushed George to lay down on the roof.
He was pointing at the sky, “Ursa Major’s right there.”
George glanced at the constellation, “It’s quite magical.”
“Will you tell me the story again?”
He looked at Dream in the eyes and sat up, pulling Dream up. George held onto his hands, “Dream….what’s going on?”
“Nothing! Why would anything be going on?”
George just gave him a worried look, “I won’t judge.”
Dream sighed, “I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“People leaving me. It just keeps happening. Over and over again. And I don’t know why I’m even telling you now...because I know that one day you’ll leave me too. Because no one….stays for me. Why would they anyway? I’m absolutely golden to everyone at school. Yet, I'm still the manipulative bitch to them. At one point, everyone realizes that I will never change and then they give up. They leave, wanting more than I can give and-”
George just pulled Dream into a hug. “I promise you...I will never leave you. Because when it comes to it, every part of you is amazing. Your flaws and all. Who cares what other people think? As long as I’m here for you, right?”
Dream seemed to stiffen at the hug for a second, but soon relaxed, “I guess.”
“So? Why would that make you skip out on a school day like that?” George asked.
Dream sighed, “As you know...I’ve been….infatuated with a guy.”
George's heart sank. Right. For a second, George had almost forgotten that the guy he was desperately in love with was desperately in love with another.
“Did he hurt you? Quick, tell me the name so I can hunt him down. I-”
“Nothing like that.” Dream chuckled, ruffling George's hair, “I’m just scared that if I tell him...everything will crumble down and he’ll leave. And when he leaves, everyone else will too.”
“I won’t,” George whispered, looking at Dream genuinely. “No matter who it is, I won’t ever leave you.”
“I doubt it.”
“What could make you realize that I’m not lying? That I would do anything for you?”
Dream sighed, laying back on the roof, “So...gonna tell me the story about Ursa Major or what?”
George laid next to him, humoring him as he told the story. At the end, George looked at him, “Are you seriously not gonna tell me who it is? He’s clearly hurting you.”
Dream didn’t say anything, just leaning his head next to George's and pointing to Orion’s belt.
He sighed, “DREAM!”
“Why do you want to know? Because I know that he’ll know as soon as I tell you. And I know I’ll be hurt because he’s desperately in love with someone else. I just don’t know who! I’ve known all my life that we weren’t supposed to be together, but I’m desperately in love with him and that little piece of hope is what is still keeping me going! I...want to move on...but I can’t.”
“Dream…”
“Forget it.”
George looked at Dream with pleading eyes, "Dream...please. Just tell me who it is and I’ll help you.”
And in that moment, George knew that look in Dream's eyes. Dream needed to tell someone, but he was scared.
All George did was place a hand on Dream's shoulder before Dream gave in.
Dream huffed, looking at him, “It’s you….okay? It’s always been you. ever since that first day that I saw you, ever since the first time I asked you out, every single day...I fall in love with you more. And I know it’s not healthy because you don’t love me...but you told me that first day when I was rejected that you’d give us a chance in the coming years. And I’m waiting for that chance, but I know it’s never going to come. And...you’re going to leave me soon….so if you are, please...just do it now. Because I don't want to be stuck in this rut all my life, wondering what we could be.”
George stood there in shock. Dream laid back down, turning away from him.
Dream was...still in love with George.
George gave a small laugh, “I guess that makes the two of us, huh?”
“Just go, George. I don’t want any jokes.” Dream muttered bitterly.
“No, no, Dream, look at me.”
He didn’t move, so George sighed, standing up and making his way to where he was.<
Holy shit, George did not think this through. It was really high up.
"Oh boy. I did not think this through. I forgot about my fear of heights." George muttered and Dream sighed, holding out his hand.
He took Dream's hand as he successfully sat back down. He smiled, “Thanks, Dream.”
Dream sighed, nodding. He looked away from George, but was still holding onto his hand so that he wouldn’t fall if he tried to stand up again.
George took the one not holding Dream's hand and used it to help cup his cheek, making him look at George.
Dream wasn’t ready for any sort of rejection, George could tell.
George just leaned in until they were inches apart.
“George, what are you doing?” Dream asked quietly.
“May I?”
Dream didn’t do anything, seemingly frozen.
"It's now or never, Dream." George whispered, "Because...I love you."
All Dream did was close the gap between them. George melted into it and Dream let go of George's hand to pull him closer. George hung his arm from the nape of Dream's neck, going deeper into his kiss. As they realized they needed air, George was the first to pull out.
“I’ve been in love with you since the day you offered a lollipop to me. I wanted to say yes that day you asked me out. But we were so young and everything was terrifying. I was scared that you’d leave me alone. I've been abandoned by a lot of my friends. I didn't know if you would too. So when you talked about you being in love with this other guy, I just thought that you had moved on. But here we are...standing on a rooftop 7 years later and you’re still in love with little old me.”
“You...love me.”
George nodded and Dream laughed, pulling him in for another kiss.
“I love you too.” Dream chuckled as he finally laid back again, pointing to another constellation and George finally listened, helping him name the stories related to each constellation.
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Ready For Love
Warnings: Bad sexual pun (but it’s not, it’s f-ing hilarious), Impala!Sex - I think that says it all right there
Summary: Once Jensen’s parting gift form set arrives in Austin, he plans a night
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1305
Written for: @emoryhemsworth and this request I took from her: Picture this: Jensen knows the reader *loved* Dean and Anna’s love scene in the Impala, so he surprises her and they recreate it... for real this time. 😉 No, my requests are not open, please do not ask.
Beta’d by: @winchest09 who thinks I’m funny ;) - dividers by @writeyourmindaway - thank you!
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As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.
“She’s here! She’s here!” Emmaleigh, their excited four year old, jumped up and down at the front window.
“Calm down, baby girl,” Jensen laughed as he entered the front room, their two year old son, Tristan, settled on his hip.
“What is all the commotion about?” Y/N asked slowly descending the staircase.
“She’s here, Mama! Baby is here!” Emmaleigh squealed.
“I know you’re excited, Emma, but we need to wait, okay?” Y/N explained to the child, before turning to her husband. “Let me take this one, and you can head out. We’ll be out as soon as she is settled.”
“I’m so stoked!” Jensen pumped his fist as he passed their son over to her and rushed out the front door.
Y/N laughed, shaking her head and talking to their children. “I don’t know who is more excited, Emma or Daddy.”
“Daddy!” Tristan shrieked, squirming in her hold.
It took several, long minutes before the delivery company had the pristine 1967 black Chevrolet Impala parked in their driveway, giving their neighbors plenty of time to congregate outside with their morning coffee and watch as the beauty was dropped off. As soon as the truck cleared their property, Emmaleigh was out the front door, jumping into Jensen’s arms as he walked around the seventeen foot length of the ebony beast.
Y/N could hear Jensen talking to their daughter. “She has a 502 big block V-8 engine, powered by 550 horses…”
“Daddy, where are the horses?” Emma looked up Jensen with matching green eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
“Oh baby girl, they aren’t real horses,” Jensen laughed. “It’s about power, little one. I’ll teach you all about it when you’re older.”
“Can we go for a car ride, Daddy?” Emma asked, quickly forgetting the things that no longer interest her.
“Not yet, Emma. Baby doesn’t have the right seatbelts in the backseat for you and your brother, but soon, okay? I promise it will be soon,” Jensen set her back on the ground as Y/N joined him at the front of the car.
“So, they really let you have her, huh?” Y/N whispered, in awe that “Baby” was sitting in their driveway.
“Yeah, it was part of my release contract. You know I didn’t ask for much, but I wasn’t leaving this show after fifteen years without bringing Baby home to my baby,” Jensen pulled her into him, caging her body between his legs.
“No, Daddy!” Tristan pushed both his hands into Jensen’s face.
“Yeah, okay, little man,” Jensen tugged the toddler from his wife’s arms, setting him down to play with his sister and the drawing chalk. Y/N turned to head back inside, when a strong grip on her wrist stopped her, pulling her back into her husband. “But you and me? We got a date tomorrow night, Mama.”
“Oh, we do, do we?” Y/N grinned ear to ear, throwing her arms loosely around Jensen’s neck. “Maybe I have plans.”
“Or maybe, I made better plans. And got a sitter,” Jensen whispered, pulling her a little closer, so as not to be overheard by little ears. “You up for a little game of hide the angel grace?”
Y/N felt her skin flush as her body heated from the inside out. Jensen Ackles was the hottest thing she had ever laid eyes upon and he knew her deepest fantasy. The one that didn’t involve her husband, but the fictional character he played for fifteen years, and a red-haired angel in the back on the very 1967 Chevy Impala they were leaning against now.
“Don’t tease me, Ackles. Payback's a bitch, buddy,” Y/N pulled back, looking deep into her husband’s forest green orbs.
“Oh, I ain’t teasing, Baby. I am one hundred and ten percent serious. Drop the kids off at the Pads, do a little hill country driving, just you and me? What’dya say?” Jensen dropped his voice, looking into her eyes.
“Oh my God, you are serious,” Y/N gasped as she took in Jensen’s expression. “Oh hell yes!”
Jensen packed the children and their bags in the overly safe family vehicle and drove them over to Jared and Gen’s to spend the night. He started planning this night for her, for them, since he got the delivery confirmation that the Impala had started her trek from Vancouver. He even went back and did some research, rummaging through his wardrobe in an attempt to get everything perfect for her. Down to the last detail.
With dinner and refreshments packed, he waited nervously for Y/N to come down the stairs. He wasn’t nervous being with her. No, intimacy had also come easy for them, but planning this night, wanting it to live up to her expectations, that is what had him on pins and needles. He turned, hearing the soft click on her boots on the hardwoods, and couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman that approached him was his wife, but could have been a stand in for ‘Anna’ from the outfit, to her naturally red hair.
“Wow, you look…” Jensen gasped as she reached him.
“We’ve never done any role playing before, so I thought this would be fun. Too much?” Y/N asked, her eyes searching his, looking for any indication that she had gone too far.
“Hmm, no, you look the part, but even more beautiful,” he assured her. “Ready?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she agreed.
“Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty damn good idea,” Jensen mumbled.
“This isn’t as spacious as it looks on television,” Y/N admitted, trying to get comfortable in the backseat. “Is this...pleather?”
“No, it is not pleather; it’s the factory original vinyl,” Jensen laughed, sitting back on his heels, his head slightly bent. “Here, try laying back on the blankets.”
“Ever the gentleman,” Y/N giggled, as she scooched down, her head resting on the nest of blankets Jensen had packed.
“Well, it’s what Dean did, and he had way more experience with this than I’ve had in my life, so I figured…” he revealed, blushing slightly. “Oh, shit! I almost forgot!”
Jensen pulled his phone from the front pocket of his jeans, pressing a few buttons until the car was filled with the sounds of Bad Company’s ‘Ready for Love.’ He placed the phone in the back window. “There, that’s better.”
“Come here, baby,” Y/N whispered, pulling him down to her, their lips meeting in the dark.
Jensen slotted his body between her legs, their hips colliding, grinding together as they sought friction from the other. He pulled back, admiring the beautiful woman beneath him. Unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes met his in a silent plea. He removed his shirts, anticipating the feel of her skin on his.
He slid his hands up, popping the button on her jeans, and peeling them from her legs, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. A smile slid across her features as she sat up, switching spots with her husband. She slowly removed his jeans, feeling him hard and bare beneath her. It was a powerful feeling, having him at her mercy in this cramped space. She used that power within her, to roll her hips over his, his stiff length pressing against her deliciously.
Lowering her head, she captured his lips once more as she tilted forward, allowing him to slip inside her. She held him there, stretching her open as she panted his name until it became a moan from her lips. “Jensen. Jensen. Jensen.”
“Baby, I love you so much,” Jensen groaned as he slipped further into her, joining them together wholly. The windows were misty from their efforts, shielding them from view, but they only existed in this space, with one another. They only existed because of the other.
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