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need pt 2 of the arranged marriage wit toji im begging

THE WAY YALL BLEW THAT UP AND I DIDNT THINK IT WAS GOOD OMG <333333 HERE IS MORE I HOPE I PUT THE SAME CRACK IN THIS ONE

Arranged marriageAU!Toji x reader PART 2

CW: Toji had gone on a business trip just when you and Megumi get sick, what will you do

You knew it was going to be a bad weekend when you woke up in the middle of the night to a raging fever. You squinted at your phone as you picked it up - 3 am. Fuck.

Megumi slept soundly on the baby monitor thankfully. A sick baby while you were sick was not something you wanted to deal with. Toji was away on a work trip this weekend and wouldn't be home until monday so in the event something were to actually happen this would not be the weekend for it.

You crept to the kitchen, throwing back Tylenol and brewing some tea. Every muscle and bone in your body ached, your head swam and you could feel a sheen of sweat along your skin.

As you sipped your tea and the Tylenol kicked in, slowly you were feeling better. Things could be worse but for the moment you could deal.

Until the faint sound of crying hit your ears. You leaned your head back preparing yourself for what you knew was coming.

Quickly you went up the stairs and to Megumi's room. His crying only got louder as you opened the door to see him standing in his crib, his face flushed red as tears stained his cheeks.

"Megumi baby what's wrong?" You felt the heat radiating off of him as you picked him up. "You have a fever too don't you?" He wailed as you tried to feel his forehead and to your dismay he was definitely feverish. You cooed at him as your tried to soothe his screaming.

"Maybe a bottle will help 'Gumi? Do you want a bottle?" He took a short breath before wailing again as you took him downstairs to the kitchen. It was safe to assume you weren't going back to sleep.

It was hard to do anything while he flailed and screamed in your ear. "Megumi it's okay you're okay baby but I gotta put you down for a second." you placed him on the floor beside you but he only then stood, gripping your leg as he wailed. You felt terrible to say the least.

You made his bottle as quickly as you could with him latched to you. A few drops of children's Tylenol to hopefully soothe his raging fever.

"Okay baby come here. You want up?" His cries died off as you picked him up and gave him the bottle. The tears dried and you paced around as you bounced him, hoping to soothe him back to sleep.

Eventually his eyes closed, and quietly you walked up the stairs and to his room. Just as you set him down and went to walk away his eyes opened and he cried once again. "Megumi, I don't know what to do." You picked him up again, his cries softened to sniffles as you bounced him. Your body ached with every movement.

He settled, his head resting on your shoulder but his eyes still open. The sun would be up but you were both riding on no sleep and a tired Megumi was not something you needed on top of you both being sick.

Walking to your room you tried to lay him down in your bed with you but he only cried. Sighing you stood and picked him up again. "I don't know how to help gumi. I'm right here. Mama doesn't feel good either." Nothing soothed him.

The entire day continued. Your own fever raged on, your head pounding as Megumi cried and wailed at every point. You had never wished so badly for Toji to be home.

It was late in the evening now on saturday, Toji wasn't supposed to be home until monday but you couldn't do this. You could feel yourself getting irritated and upset. It wasn't Megumi's fault and it wasn't your own either.

You stared at his contact on your phone. Would he be mad? Would he even do anything to help? He probably wouldn't even answer. Sighing you pressed the call button, Megumi crying in your other ear as you tried to soothe him at the same time.

It rang and rang, you felt tears brimming as you listened to it. He wasn't going to pick up. You pulled it away from your ear ready to hang up.

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" His deep voice sounded through the phone, you could have cried. You wanted to. You were.

Sniffling you stuttered trying to find your words. "Toji I'm sorry I-I-"

"What's wrong? Is that Megumi crying?" You didn't even notice the concern in his voice, over the tears and crying.

"Toji can you come home please? I can't-"

Before you could even finish he cut you off. "I'll come home immediately. It'll be a couple hours though. Are you going to be okay or do you want me to call someone?"

A sob left you, you couldn't even think you were so tired. "I-I'll manage for a little longer I think. I'm so tired Toji."

"I know mama, you're doing good. I'll be there soon okay? If you change your mind and want me to call someone I will just text me okay."

A shuddering breath left you, Megumi's own hiccups from crying sounded into the phone. "okay, thank you.."

"I gotta hang up now. Text me if you need anything okay?" The call ended and silent tears left you quietly as you pushed the damp hair out of Megumi's eyes. Both of you were feverish and no medication was bringing it down. "dada is coming home. You miss dada Megumi?" His little hands rubbed his wet eyes as you swayed softly hoping to soothe him. "I miss him too baby."

What you didn't know was Toji had missed you too. Since that night in his room, he's only been plagued with thoughts of you. He thought going on this work trip that he originally had not agreed to would allow him to put space between you two. To build the walls around his heart again but here you were, melting it. He had never moved so quickly after hearing you crying through the phone.

It had been an hour, then two, then three. It was pushing midnight and Megumi's cries never stopped. No matter what you did he continued. You had cried with him. Had cried even hard when he was sick all over you. He cried even harder when you had to quickly put him down to rush to the bathroom to be sick yourself.

Relief swept over you as the lock turned and Toji's large frame came into view. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his bag before swiftly moving towards you. Still in his suit, not even taking a moment to strip off his jacket. His hand cradled the back of your head as he pulled you and a crying Megumi into him. Kissing the top of your head, he mumbled against you. "You did good mama. Let me take him."

You mind reeled at the affection but you were too tired and too sick to say anything. Toji took Megumi from you, mumbling something to him as his tears slowed. "Come upstairs." You nodded, following behind him. At the top of the stairs you went to turn towards the hall with Megumi's room but Toji grabbed your hand with his free one. "Come this way."

You looked at him with large eyes but followed him anyway. He pulled you along to his room, past the sitting room, into the bedroom and then the large bathroom. Toji dropped your hand, still holding on to a sniffling Megumi who had stopped crying for the time being. He opened a door, pulling down two black fluffy towels and placing them on the toilet beside the shower. He even went as far as to start the shower.

"I'll take care of Megumi. Take some time to relax." He left the room shutting the door before you could even register what happened.

The shower was heaven, somehow the water pressure in his room was so much better and you knew you would be sneaking in here when he was gone to use it. You felt refreshed and mildly human again, still lightheaded and ill but not so yucky.

You wrapped the fluffy black towel around yourself before realizing you didn't bring clean clothes in here. It wasn't like Toji had never seen you in a towel or naked for that matter but it still felt odd to just walk out only in a towel.

Cracking the door open a tiny bit only to see Toji sitting on the bed, legs spread as his elbows rested on his upper thighs, still sitting in his suit. He looked up at you through the door as it opened. "Feel better?"

You opened the door all the way and nodded. "Yes thank you."

Toji nodded back before handing you a pile of clothes. "Here, I grabbed some clothes for you." You nodded your thanks before slipping back into the bathroom to change. Heat rushed to your face, surely not because of the fever, when you looked at the clothes. The black shorts were yours but the large black t-shirt was definitely his, it smelled like him too. A little too happily you slipped it on. It covered your shorts but it was so comfortable and soft.

You opened the door once again, holding your towel in your hand as you tried to dry your hair. Toji stood, towering you as he held out his hand. "Give me the towel." Unnerved you handed it over, he threw it into a basket in the corner of the room before turning you around and leading you back towards the bathroom mirror.

Toji moved around you, pulling out a hair dryer and plugging it in. Turning it on, he pointed it at your hair, softly moving through the strands. This moment felt more intimate then any time you had sex with him. The image was also a little funny. A huge intimidating man in a suit drying his wife's hair. Well forced wife. That thought ruined the cuteness of the moment.

You could feel your eyes getting heavy as he worked. "Oh wait, where's megumi?" Your eyes snapped up to look at him in the mirror.

He chuckled low. "I gave him some medicine and put him to bed. I grabbed the baby monitor from your room. I'll worry about Megumi."

Toji wrapped up the hairdryer putting it away once he was finished. You followed him out of the room and stopped short as he pulled back the fluffly comforter on his bed as if he was about to go to sleep in his suit.

"Well I guess I'll go to bed now. Are you sure you don't want me to take care of Megumi?"

He turned to look at you, his hands resting in his pockets. "No. I want you to rest."

You nodded and turned around to leave the way you had entered his room.

"Where are you going?" Turning to look at him as he had taken steps towards you as if to stop you if you got too far from him. "To bed?"

A smirk crossed his face. "You're sleeping in here."

"What? I-"

"I wasn't asking." Your eyes widened at his words but you followed as he beckoned you over.

You got under the blankets where he had pulled them back, hating how much more comfortable it was. Toji pulled the blankets up and over you before moving to turn on the lamp beside you and turning off the big light in the room.

"I'm going to shower. Go to sleep. If Megumi wakes knock on the door and I'll go check on him. Understood?" His voice was stern but there was an underlying softness to his words.

You nodded, not being able to hide how heavy your eyes felt. "Take this first mama" He handed you a pill and some water, choking it down before resting your head on the pillow once again.

He slipped into the bathroom and you slipped into a slumber.

Your eyes weakly opened as light from the bathroom shined into the room, framing Toji's body, making the water on his skin glisten. He looked almost otherworldly from your perspective. You could barely see the smirk that played on his lips. "Go back to sleep doll, I didn't mean to wake you."

Mumbling something in coherently you closed your eyes, his soft chuckling floating through the quiet room.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour since he came out of the bathroom but you couldn't mistake the way the blankets moved and the bed dipped next to you as Toji got comfortable next to you. You were much to tired to object to the way he placed his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature, or the way your body shook from chills.

"You awake doll? You're shaking."

Somehow you forced out a, "cold" through your sleepiness.

But you didn't protest when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his warm and bare skin. You also didn't have any control over the content hum that left your body at the feeling of him against you.

You had fallen back asleep before hearing the soft chuckle that left his lips or the wide smirk that crossed them. "What am I gonna do with you doll."

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[magicdefendorwolf]

Can I request for; Jing Yuan, Yanqing and Gepard falling asleep with their partners only to wake up to an empty house not knowing the partner is just out for groceries?

Where were you?

Characters:Jing Yuan,Yanqing and Gepard x reader(separate)

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Jing Yuan

The last thing he remembers was falling asleep on the couch with you all cuddled up in his arms

So why couldnt he find you when he woke up???

I mean he woke up alone and assumed you must be somewhere in the house but nope

He searched the whole house and called your name but no response

But he wasnt panicked since there were no signs of someone breaking in,he would've heard them and woke up

So he looked around the house again,nothing once again

So,okay,maybe he's panicking just a tiny bit

If you left somewhere you would've told him in some way right?

But then he heard the front door open along with some shuffling so he rushed there to find you standing in the doorway

He asked where you had been and if you were alright scanning your body for any harm,but all he found was some groceries that you had set down beside you while you were taking off your shoes

And thats when it clicked to him that you just were out for groceries

He asked you why you didnt tell him or leave any notes

"Sorry,i didnt think you'd wake up by the time i returned." You replied with a small smile while rubbing the nape of your neck

He sighed and started helping with groceries while telling you to leave a note or something next time

Yanqing

He had finally settled down to sleep with you curled up next to him

And finally he was waking up,he had such a good sleep,but when he sat up you were nowhere to be found,so he did the next logical thing and assumed you were around the house somewhere

So he went looking for you

Well obviously he was unable to find you,and he was doumbfounded by it

Like you had fallen asleep with him just awhile ago,and now you werent in the house??

Okay now he was definetly letting his fears get the worst of him

He was running around the house like he was sonic or something searching for you

He had already checked every single room and place you could be in two times

Welp time to check a third time

While he was in the middle of searching for the third time he heard the front door opening and slowly made his way there only to find you placing some groceries on the counter

"Wait you went out to get groceries and didnt even tell me?! I was starting to seriously worry!" He said with a pout while he approached you

"Huh? What do you mean? I left you a note." You said confused

"Wait! Really?? Where?" He asked and you'd point to the place you left a note telling him you went to the store

In all of his running around he hadnt seen that note?! But how???

Well it'll remain a mystery

Gepard

He fell asleep without wanting to,he just wantef to cuddle with you and talk about your day,but nope,he fell asleep

And when he woke up it was hard not to notice the empty space beside him

Okay he's instantly alarmed,like the first thing that he's feeling is worry,but then he calms down and goes searching for you

When he doesnt find you anywhere his worry increases

He'd check the whole house while calling your name

He may aswell have a heart attack from worry,the only thing calming him down is seeing that no one has broken into the house

And then he hears the front door creak open

He goes to check it out carefully but the moment he turns the corner and sees you at the door with groceries he immediately calms down

He just goes up to you and hugs you

You're confused because all you did was get groceries

But with him being the head of the silvermane guards he's worries someone might do something to you to get to him

Even if there may be few people who would actually do that he's still worried over the possibility

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Thank you for your request and i hope you enjoy!

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[jaeminlovesboomboomtime]

enhypen reaction to you calling them by their first name

Heeseung

“Heeseung what are your plans for today?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he would ask with this face 😦

dawg was literally eating his cereal when you asked him this and just stared at you eating his cereal slowly

“Heeseung, I asked you what your plans were for today” you said rolling your eyes bc he wasn’t answering you 🥱

He then gets up out of his chair and walks over to you. he puts his arms on your shoulder and says “Please, enlighten me on what you said again”

your literally malfunctioning like a robot that just got water poured on it.

“Uhm no man”

“ugh ew don’t EVER call me man”

“Well then what do I call you, Heeseung?”

“I don’t know maybe like, Heedeungie or Bambi?”

his eyes would be sparkling sm i swear 🥹

unfortunately you would give in and call him ‘heedeungie’ and ‘bambi’

“What no i’m- i dont- ugh fine. ONLY because your my boyfriend and i love you <3”

he starts jumping up and down like a little child when he finally wins.

Jay

You’ve always really liked Jay’s perfume collection. He had some sprays that he’d let you borrow but you wanted some for your own.

“Hey Jeongseong, where do you get all these perfumes from?”

mans socks almost flew off his feet when you said his first name. 😇

“I’m sorry who the hell is Jeongseong?” he asked as if you didn’t know what had just came out of your mouth.

you, being a watery 🤡 just replied with, “Uhm who is the only man here with the name Jeongseong?”

blud looked at you so offended 😭

when you stood up from the couch dawg tackled you back on the couch and cuddled with you.

“I’ll get them for you-“

“Omg yay thank you so much!” you cut him off but he continues

“-Only if you don’t call me Jeongseong anymore.” he said looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Okay okay deal!”

man smiles at his success 😃

Jake

since winter was coming up, you still had your summer stuff out and really needed help putting it all away. Jake was doing nothing besides playing a game on his phone (let’s say rhythm hive 😍) so you decided ask him for help.

“Hey Jaeyun, would you mind helping me out by putting the summer shit in the shed? 😃”

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

“Uhm you good Jaeyun?”

🐌🐌

doesn’t make a big deal about it and decides to play along yk?

“Sure thing, Y/N. I’ll help you!” jake replied smiling from ear to ear.

You just stand there. You didn’t actually think that Jake would be so chill about it

🧍‍♀️

“What? What’s wrong Y/N”

“Ugh baby your ruined it!” you said playfully while running into the backyard.

“HAHAHA I SAUR GOT YOU GOOD.” Jake laughs and runs into the yard with you.

“You SAUR didnt 🥱🙄” you said mocking jake.

Sunghoon

blud is used to you doing this at this point. don’t even respond to you

“Hey Sunghoon what ya doing?” You ask.

“Oh nothing just watching TV.” He said as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

“Oh. Well Sunghoon I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me”

“Sure, I’ll pick the movie.” He said getting up

you were very confused on why he wasn’t reacting like you thought he would’ve. you honestly thought he would’ve been somewhat upset about it but he seems to not be bothered.

“Sunghoon can it be a action move please 🙏?” you asked. you called him sunghoon to see if it would tick him off but he didn’t budge.

“Hey! Why aren’t you reacting when I call you by your first name?” You ask upset

Sunghoon just slowly turns around and looks at you 😛

“Because, you do this to me all the time babe.”

“Oh”

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

you literally feel so embarrassed and now wanna dig your own grave.

Sunoo

Poor baby was so confused. he literally didn’t know what to do after what came out of your mouth.

“Hi Sunoo! Isn’t it such a pretty day out. Wanna go for a walk with me?”

babes just stood their with his mouth like 😦

looks around the room and then point to himself.

“Me?” he asked with his mouth still agape

“Yes you Sunoo! Who else is named Sunoo in this house?” you replied back

“No one..” he replied back softly.

“Do you wanna go for a walk with me Sunoo?”

“Only if you don’t call me Sunoo anymore. I like being call bub, baby, and ddeonu”

he was pouting and WHFILE he is saur cute.

sunoo rn:

🥺🥺

“Okay bub i’m sorry. I wont do it again.” You said smiling and hugging him.

happy sunoo = happy life

Jungwon

you and jungwon decided to do some ‘spring cleaning’ in your bedroom. yalls were cleaning underneath his bed when you found a skateboard

you always wanted to learn how to skate but never did because your older brothers were just asses 🙄

“Jungwonnnnn, ouuuu can you please teach me how to skate? please please pleaseeee?”

shy creature istg

“What? OH skating yeah mhm I could teach you!"

you literally spent the rest of the day learning and let's say you have scratches all over each your legs and hands..

He made it his job to place a a huge ass bandaid on each one and place a tiny kisthy on each one which eventually annoyed you.

MY HEART ❤️❤️❤️

Niki

you saw this trend on tiktok where people are making cakes of pictures of people but end up looking like it just fell 30ft in the air. you really wanted to do this with niki because 1. you were bored and 2. because you just love spending with with him.

you heard him coming towards the kitchen so you call him over

“Riki i wanna make something with you come here now please!”

he does that thing where he slowly turns his neck and pops his eyeballs out. (KSJDNDJISKOWOA IHOPE YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)

"What did you call me?" he says with a psychotic look while smiling in the hallway.

“Riki..baby..?”

he runs from the hallway, picks you up, and runs over to the living room to plop down on you.

"RIKIll HELP ME | CANT BREATHE"

acts innocent while your suffering

"So what did you wanna ask me? 😇😇😇 he says with his legs kicking back and forth while your under him

“I wanted to make a cake with you” you say out of breath.

“Oh yay! I love cake!” He says running back to the kitchen leaving you on the couch.

HAJOAPALA I CANT BELIEVE I FINALLY HAD THE NUTS TO POST 😭 yalls this is my first post so at least give me some credit for trying here ☹️ anyways, love yall. stay safe!! ❤️❤️❤️

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen reactions #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader

[bpsmuts]

The Coachella Experience - Lisa

Lisa x Male Reader

Words: 1.522

Summary: Lisa always wanted to try something risky, Coachella seemed to be the best choice...

After a minutes walking, you took a left turn and walked under a tent, back outside. It looked very pretty and one wall had a neon sign, reading "Pinkchella". "This is us! Finally!" sighed Rose as she fell onto a beanbag.

Jisoo and Jennie also sat down at a table and got out their phones, leaving you and Lisa just standing there. "So... what now?" You asked her.

"Whatever you want. We can go around the festival, chill here for a bit. Its up to you, I'll just tag along" Lisa responded, giving you one of her cute smiles.

"Let's explore then!" You say and before you could even take a step, Lisa grabs your hand and the two of you head out to the main festival site.

Lisa basically runs through the crowd, you trying to not break her wrist, follow closely still holding her hand. The two of you eventually arrive on a rather excluded location. You see maybe 10 people below the hill you're on.

"Where are we Lisa?" You ask her. "At the best and also HIDDEN spot on the festival site!" She says, putting special stress on the hidden part. "You see, the main stage is close enough for us to hear the music, but we're far enough as to not be disturbed by anyone" Lisa explains, whilst sitting down in the grass.

You sit down next to her, still holding her hand, taking in the view. "Wow Lis, this place is really cool. You can actually see everything from here"

"Yep, sometimes people come up here tho, to umm... you know. Be alone... and not be disturbed" Lisa says rather awkwardly. "Alone and not disturbed?" You ask, accidentally locking eyes with her.

"You know what Im talking about... 2 people... having some alone time" Lisa tries to explain. "I dont think I get what you're saying" You respond, having to laugh at your own stupidity.

"Sex! Y/N. People have Sex up here sometimes" Lisa finally says, still locking eyes with you.

"Ohhhhh... I get it now" You laugh. "Wait... You didn't get me up here to... umm.." You stutter for words

"Oh no no no Y/N. Like, I was just saying that people sometimes do that here." Lisa replies, finally breaking eye contact and looking away shyly.

After around 10 seconds of silence, Lisa asks "Have you had.. umm.. alone time with someone on a festival before?". She still didnt make eye contact, looking away.

"Umm.. No actually, you?" You reply. "Nope, I've always kind of wanted to try it, but I get so nervous" Lisa admits.

Not knowing what to respond, you sit there for a bit, before Lisa grabs your hand and gets up again. "Lets go back to the girls, I think we wanted to check out the festival together!"

The both of you stand up and start walking off the jhill, towards the festival site. You stop her tho. "You know, if you want to you know...-"

Lisa interrupts you "Okay, lets stop talking around the word. I want to have Sex at a festival!". "Okay, so if you want to have sex, but always end up getting too nervous, maybe you should start slow" You suggest.

"And how would I do that?" Lisa asks curiously. "A kiss.. or some simple touching." You suggest to her. "Hmm.." Lisa falls quiet for a moment. "Do you... want to kiss me Y/N?" She asks silently.

"Me?... Umm, Lis I work for you". "So? It wouldnt be thaat weird" She replies. "Plus, you've also never had sex at a festival before" She adds to her point.

"Okay, woah woah. Lisa. We just went from maybe kissing, to us having sex. What if someone catches us?" You ask her. "They won't and if its one of the girls, they wouldnt tell. Trust me Y/N" Lisa looks at you, with her cute eyes and smile.

"Okay, how about this. We kiss. Once. Here. Then think about it and see how we feel tomorrow. Deal?" You ask her. "Deal!" Lisa responds.

"So how do we do this?" You ask, getting nervous. "What do you mean? Haven't you kissed a girl before?" Lisa mocks you a little. "I have, plently, but never someone like you... on the spot like this" You say, trying to defend yourself.

"Someone like me? Whats that supposed to mean?" Lisa asks, as she slowly gets closer. "An Idol. A Superstar. A Celebrity". "Just pretend, that Im a normal girl. Which I am. I have Boobs. I have.." she gets closer to you and whispers "a vagina" into your ear seductivley.

"Haha, very funny." You say as you pull her closer. Now less than an inch are seperating your lips from her's. "I wasn't lying you know" Lisa says. "I know you weren't, but we have a deal" You respond.

"Deals are meant to be broken" Lisa snaps back. "Thats promises, Lis." You correct her, as the tension starts to rise even more between you two.

"Then I promise you, that I won't have Sex with you tonight" Lisa counters. "Ah fuck it" You respond, before pulling Lisa in and planting your lips on her's.

The two of you start to deepen the kiss and move to making out shortly after. Lisa takes your hand and places it on her boobs, leaving you squeezing and carressing them, earning you a small moan.

You break the kiss and ask "Do you want to do it up here?". "No, lets move back up onto the hill, I want a view" Lisa responds, pulling you behind her.

She lays down onto the grass, starting to pull down her skirt and revealing white lacy panties. After you get your pants off, you lock eyes with her. "White and Lacy? Wow, you really are a secret slut Manoban"

"I come prepared". You don't want to waster anymore time, so you help Lisa take her top off, giving you a site of her small but unbelievably beautifull boobs.

You fall back onto her, kissing her lips, before slowly moving down to her nipples. "A-Ahhh" Lisa lets out a moan of relief, as you start circular motions around her nipples, while your hand had moved further down into her panties.

Your head catching up, moves further down from her nipples, towards her panties aswell. "On or Off, Lis?" You ask her. "Off, they're yours now!" She says, breathing heavily.

You pull down the panties and lay them over your shorts next to you, before moving your head between her legs. You start by kissing her folds, before starting to lick them and eating Lisa out.

"A-Ahhh Y/N! AHH FUCK" Lisa cant hold her moans any longer. You continue to eat Lisa's pussy for a couple minutes, before moving back up to her face.

"Would the idol like to taste herself?" You ask her. "Yes please" Lisa says, completely out of breath. You kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on your lips.

Lisa breaks the kiss "I want you Y/N. I want you so deep inside of me. Please" You dont let her tell you that twice and line up your dick, before slowly pushing it inside her.

She starts to moan louder and louder, giving you a slight fear that others can hear you, but at the same time you didn't care. You were having Sex with THE Lisa Manoban... from Blackpink.

You continued and picked up the pace, to see Lisa's response and after a couple minutes, you could start to feel yourself get closer. "I'm getting close Y/N" Lisa said, like it was a perfect movie. "Me Too, Lis"

"Let's cum together Y/N" Lisa suggested inbetween moans. "Ready?" You asked her, getting a nod in response.

You could feel here pussy getting tighter as you let lose and felt your cum pump into her. "AH FUCK, Y/N" Lisa moaned as she orgasm'd.

After you both reached your climax, you collapsed next to her. "That was perfect, Lis" You told her, catching your breath. "It really was, Y/N".

The two of you both layed in the grass, enjoying the sun on your naked bodies. "Have I ever told you, that I actually really like you calling me Lis?" Lisa asked you. "Nope, but thats good to know" you respond.

"Yeah, makes me feel cute" Lisa laughs as she gets up and start to put her clothes back on, handing her white panties to you, as you do the same.

"These are yours by the way" she says. "Why? Don't you want some... protection... it is pretty windy and I wouldnt want anyone seeing a white substance run down your leg"

Lisa smirks, "No, keep them. Take it as a trophy... for having sex with an idol. Plus I have a backup in my bag by the tent".

You take the panties and stuff them into your pocket, before putting on your shirt. "Ready to go?" Lisa asks you. "Yes, Lis" You smirk.

The both of you walk off, hand in hand and make your way back to the tent.

#blackpink imagines #blackpink smut #blackpink #blackpink x reader #male reader #lisa manoban #lisa x reader #lisa manoban x reader #lisa smut

[dedenneblogs]

HEARTBREAK HIGH S2 ANALYSIS PART 1 (buckle up this is going to be a doozy)

so... it's out (the trailer).

my excitement cannot be expressed...

BUTT! today, i will be doing my iconic mouse analysis of this trailer (this is actually the first time im doing something like this so it's not rlly iconic BUTT it will be soon) with the most comprehensive inspection i can using under 2 minutes of video as a basis....

with that said lets

BEGIN!

the heartbreak highers are back for another "cursed" term....

so glad to see the trio back in action. like. actually so happy. MIGHT explode from excitement... as always, their outfits slaylay.

the boyfriends... friends? boys? BUGS??? found out on hh s2!

these goons are back... gayer then ever,,, seriously. when will these two have an episode long make out 'sesh? unlikely, to much dismay....spoiler alert...you'll see....

MISSY!!!!! and sasha, i guess

SPOILER ALERT AGAINNNN missy looks like she'll be more prominent in this season so...WIN!!!!

also why is she mewing who is rizzing up

and new on the the chopping block-- Rowan Callaghan!

we'll get to rowan when we get to rowan

in other (more important) news-- SHE'S HEALING! HARPER IS HEALING!!!

i... *sobs* i she's growing her hair out oh my GAW...... she's getting better...she... there's a lower chance she'll cock-block amerie (oh but she'll get cock [spoiler-- again!])

butt let's not celebrate just yet-- it's still "everyone hates amerie" up in this joint, smellas

may as well... shot them. huh. well. pop off, i suppose... (amerie asserts her right to bear arms-- truly patriotic coming from an aussie!)

...touché coming from the (still) most hated student in heartly who only adds salt to the wound by... using the pink 'ildo from s1 as a mic... chat... she's lost it.

(unrelated but in the background-- MISSY AND MALAKAI!!! they were building up a relationship between them in s1 and how she and her brother (i think? 'memory's fuzzy) helped him heal from the shit he had to go through in s1 and even better connect him with his aboriginal roots. i hope to see more of these two interact come april 11th and i binge the whole season)

ALSO also ANOTHER new character-- Zoe Clarke!

we will ALSo get to zoe when we get to zoe

anywho-- cue: AMERIE'S ONLINE HARASSMENT ARC! becuz every show needs one...unfortunately. Give a cold welcome to Bird Psycho, heartbreak highers (we will get to bird psycho when we get to bird psycho)

(who ever is doing this shit is a bitch but either way: "you dont get to be the hero" shut your goofy ass up)

oh that's gore. that's core of my comfort character.

ok so maybe this bird psycho cuck isnt fucking around because clearly he's gotten to our girl ams :(

(dw they uh...take her out for ice cream. after this. proabably.)

moving foward-- STAND BACK I SAID STAND BACK WEIRD GIRL QUINNI

oughh im gonna be sick. of course. OF COURSE SHE WOULD GO FULL SHERLOCK HOLMES TO HELP HER BESTIE.

yeah anyways with this in mind she'd totally try and crack the fnaf lore wouldn't she. wouldn't she.

she's slay she's girlboss but at the end of the day she's a weirdo

anywho nuff of my rambling there--

ominous of you to say zoe

BUT ENOUGH OF HER CA$$HHHHHHHHHHHH

ca$h omg eshay eshay eshay pspspspsp,,,

i am so happy to see him (spoiler alert for 2 secs throughout the whole trailer) but anywho remeber? remeber right he's in prison. but seems to be doing okay... (maybe for the best heartly drama is really coming to a boiling point)

<3

and-- oh. uh... chicken dumbell... okay... pop off, missy...

when i said i wanted more missy i didnt expect this

spider seems to be into tho maybe what ??1/1/111.1/?!??!/1/1/1

missy x spider was NOT on my bingo card

WHEN MISSY SAID SHE WAS STARTING TO LIKE WHITE BOYS I DIDNT THINK SHE MEANT THIS.

BUUTTTttttt-- i. am. down. for. it... somehow. frankly, spider needs someone to put him in his place and low and behold, missy seems to be the student to do so..........

hey. if they're both happy with their...chicken dumbells, i am too.

amerie dont be alarmed but there's a white boy to your right

in other news this love triangle scares the diarrhea out of me

look at them. they're the perfect couple (malakai x amerie 4life) and rowan is--

well he's a nice boy but cmon

LOOK AGAIN IM DOWN FOR THEM TO BE HAPPY BUTT when it comes in between THE BEST SHIP IN THE SHOW (looks at amerie x spider shippers with affectionate disdain) i draw the line.

but who knows? rowan seems nice enough, and if he's able to make amerie happy, let them have each other! <3

also knowing malakai's track record i wouldn't put it past him to get freaky with rowan too (threesome attempt 2??? actually no wait thats a horrible idea NEVERMIND [gets s1 ep4 flashbacks])

also also "classic love triangle" scene gives major "erm...well this is akward!" vibes from ams (we stan cringey amerie in this household tho)

and well. shart. max limit of 30 photos. oh well-- ill make a second part! tune in for the update heartbreak highers :3

#heartbreak high #fyp #analysis #trailer analysis #netflix #netflix heartbreak high #amerie wadia #darren rivers #quinni gallagher jones #malakai mitchell #anthony “ant” vaughn #spencer “spider” white #missy beckett #sasha so #rowan callaghan #zoe clarke #amerie x spider #malakai x amerie #darren x ca$h #douglas “ca$h” piggott #heartbreak high 2022 #heartbreak high season 2 #harper mclean #going insane #ramblings #part 1 #Youtube

[rebelwrites]

My Girl, My Everything, My World

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles loved nothing more than watching on stage. Especially when your tour is lined up with a race. Even though he had to bite his lip when the guys tried flirting with you.

Requested by anon: Sorry to bother you and i dont know if you have requests but i would love to see a fic where reader is really famous and all of the drivers are fans and some of them thinks charles has a crush on her so they tease him all the to just to find out she has been dating charles for a year. Maybe they knew about the secret girlfriend but they didnt know it was her. And maybe some of the drivers tried to flirt with her or sent messeges to her trough interviews and its really awkward or cute after they find out

Requested by anon: Would you be interested in writing a jealousy themed fic like an interviewer is ignoring the reader and flirting with charles or maybe a fan doing this and reader gets idk possesive? But not toxic or maybe she gets sad Orrr it could be the reader who the stranger flirts with and charles gets emotional?? Mad? Sad?

A/N: here’s hoping for P1 this weekend in Monza 🏎❤️ google translate has been used

If someone could describe your mood right now it would be like a child on Christmas Eve. You couldn’t sit still and it wasn’t due to the coffee you were sipping. It was all to do with the fact your tour schedule lined up perfectly with the Italian Grand Prix meaning after a month of being on the road you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

As your driver pulled up to the track, butterflies danced in your stomach, you were so close to seeing Charles. Pulling your phone out you scrolled through your contacts until you landed on his name, hitting call and pulling the phone to your ear.

Within a couple of rings he picked up and from the background noise you knew he was in the paddock.

“Guess what?” You grinned, staring out the window itching to get out the car.

“What’s that baby?” He hummed, his tone was playful and you could practically hear him smirking.

“We’ve just pulled up.” You giggled, holding the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you gathered all the things you needed, along with the most important, the grid passes. “It might be a while before we reach you though I have a feeling that I’m going to get surrounded.”

“Everyone loves you, that’s why.” He chuckled. “Just ignore any comments, okay.”

“I always do,” you smiled, as you climbed out of the car. Flashing the camera a bright smile and waving at the fans. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

Before the line went dead you heard Carlos teasing Charles, they all knew he was seeing someone but didn’t know it was you. All of the guys were trying to get him to spill but nothing could get him to tell them, not yet anyway.

Over the year you had been showing your support to Ferrari and Charles mainly so you could wear his shirts without getting questioned about it. To the world you were a normal F1 fan but only yours and Charles’ family knew the truth.

You were gaining a lot of attention as you made your way to the security point, stopping for pictures with fans and signing autographs. As much as you loved this all you wanted to was be with your boy even if it was for a couple of stolen minutes out of sight of everyone. Your schedule for tonight was extremely tight. You were hanging around for qualifying then quickly disappearing for the last checks and the meet and greet for the show tonight but it was so worth it.

Once you were finally passed security you started wandering through the paddock, the flash of red quickly gaining your attention. Slowing your pace down you hovered around the interview stand.

“What do you guys think about Y/N Y/L/N being around the paddock and races this weekend?”

“I’ve always been a big fan of her music, I’ve been there since she released her first single.” Charles beamed, it wasn’t a lie he had been around since your career started, in fact the pair of you practically grew up together.

When you were ten years old your family moved to Monaco for your dad’s work and became friends with Charles’ parents but it was only the last year that you realised you both had feelings for each other.

“It seems there has been some old pictures emerging of your and Y/N.” The reporter asked Charles and you watched his smile grow.

“We grew up together and have been friends for years.” He grinned. “It’s nice to see her success.”

“Et elle est magnifique, je vais lui demander un rendez-vous (And she is gorgeous, I'm going to ask her on a date)” Pierre smirked.

“Dans tes rêves, shes putnof ta ligue (In your dreams, she's out of your league)” Charles laughed, patting his friend on the back.

“You are just saying that because you have a massive crush on her.” Pierre teased, “he wants her all to himself.”

Even if the world couldn’t see it, you could. That hint of jealousy in his eyes as his friends and other drivers mention them wanting to date you or trying to flirt with you. It was something you were working on with him because the comments slid off your back, you only had eyes for Charles and that would never change.

Catching eyes with Charles through the crowd you flashed him a wink before your manager told you that you needed to move on. Rolling your eyes you smirked at your boyfriend who was now being teased by Pierre.

“Remind me why you are dragging me away?” You asked, sipping your iced coffee.

“Because you need to keep up appearances.” She chuckled, planting her hand on your shoulders. “We can go see lover boy soon but for now you need to show your face around all the teams pits.”

“Fine,” you huffed, it was getting to the point where keeping your relationship was getting harder and harder. Gently you ran your fingers over your wrist smiling to yourself at the new tattoo that sat proudly against your skin. Charles didn’t know that you had gotten a new tattoo let alone of the number 16. It might be something small to anyone else but to you it meant the world.

“I promise you can spend some time with him before qualifying.” She smirked.

“What have you planned?”

“I was going to keep this a surprise but I may have set up something for the tour vlogs, Charles interviewing you. No one else in the room, just the two of you but you promise you have to get some content for the channel.” She beamed, knowing how much you missed your boyfriend.

“Have I told you that you are the fucking best.” You squealed, your smile growing brighter.

“Not recently no,” she laughed, pushing you through the crowd. “Now get a move on because everything is on a tight schedule.”

The moment you walked into the Ferrari motorhome your heart started to race, the air smelt like his aftershave. Louise pushed you into a room and you swore your heart stopped, the sight of him standing there with a single sunflower made you want to cry. He looked like a fucking ray of sunshine standing there in the middle of room, the yellow standing out against the red.

“You have an hour.” Louise said, raising her brow at you. “Don’t forget to film some content.”

“Merci, j'apprécie cela (Thank you, I appreciate this)” Charles said, flashing her a smile as she left the room.

As soon as you were safely alone you ran into his arms, thank god for his quick reaction times, in the space of you running the distance of the room he placed the sunflower on the table and caught you as you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Putain tu m'as tellement manqué (I missed you so fucking much.)” you breathed nuzzling your face into his neck, relishing in the feeling of being back in his arms.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly placed you on the ground. His lip pressing against yours in a loving kiss before he rested his forehead against yours. “Your French is also improving. I’m impressed.”

“I’ve been driving Lou mad,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all I’ve been doing on the tour bus.”

“As much as I don’t want to film anything, let’s get it out of the way quickly so we can just cuddle.” He hummed, brushing his knuckles across your cheeks.

After 15 minutes you had filmed what you thought was enough content, Charles made it look like he turned the camera off but he wanted to keep filming so he had some cute footage for the idea he had planned.

Settling yourself between his legs you snuggled back into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he littered your skin with soft kisses.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” You grinned, lifting your arm up showing him your wrist.

“Qu'est-ce que je regarde ma chérie? (What am I looking at sweetheart?)” he hummed before his voice trailed off and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Is this real?”

“Yeah it’s real.” You giggled, as his fingers softly grazed the black ink on your wrist. “Our drummer wanted to stop to get a new tattoo and I thought why not.”

“God I love you so fucking much.” He breathed, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. “It’s getting so hard not to scream it from the rooftops.”

“I know baby,” you said softly.

“I hate how everyone always flirts with you, especially the other drivers.” He sighed, his jealous side coming out. It wasn’t the first time you had to deal with this and it broke your heart at how it affected him.

“They can flirt with me all they want,” you whispered, linking your fingers with his. “But it’s your number I have permanently on my skin, you are the first person I call in the morning and the last person I call at night. You. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, not them. And nothing would ever change that.”

“I know I just worry.” He mumbled, causing you to adjust your position so you were facing him. “I worry that one day you will change your mind. And I don’t like how they look at you or how they flirt with you.”

“Now that will never happen.” You whispered, resting your hand on his cheek. “You are stuck with me until the end of time, I want to grow old with you and nobody else. I’ve seen the way your female fans look at you Mr,” you chuckled. “But it just makes this even more special knowing that you are mine. Tell you what, let's make a deal.” You smiled. “No matter what happens in tomorrow's race we go public, let the world know that I’m your girl. And if you win I think it will make that podium just the bit sweeter.”

“Deal.” He smiled, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The rest of the hour quickly flew by to both yours and Charles' dissatisfaction but you only had to hold out one more day and then you wouldn’t have to hide anything any more.

-

Charles swore his heart was going to burst with pride as he watched you on stage for the final night of your tour. He couldn’t hide his heart eyes right now but he didn’t care.

“Dude you are totally in love with her.”

“This crush is getting outta hand now.”

“Seriously it’s like he is a teenager again.”

Rolling his eyes at the comments that were being screamed around him, but he was too focused on you to respond.

“So this is a brand new single that will be released October 16th and it’s called the boy in red.” You grinned, locking eyes with Charles as you spoke into the microphone, winking at him before you strutted across the stage, picking up your acoustic guitar before you settled on the stool in the middle of the stage.

It was the first time Charles had heard this song but he recognised the melody, it was one you would play to him over FaceTime whilst you were on the road. Tears started to cloud his vision as he soaked up the lyrics, it basically told the story of the two of you, the highs, the lows, wins, losses, everything.

“He will always be my boy in red,” you sang passionately, letting your eyes flutter closed as you belted out the song. “From the first day I laid eyes on him, I knew he was something special.”

Charles watched from the crowd as you lost yourself in the song, a silent tear rolled down his cheek causing the guys to rip the shit out of him even more but he didn’t care all he cared about was spending tonight wrapped in your arms in his hotel room. Tomorrow the world would know that you were his girl and he was your boy in red.

-

The sun started to creep through the blinds in the hotel room, Charles was already awake and was watching you sleep peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t help himself as he snapped a picture of your arm draped around his waist with the “16” tattoo on show.

To some people it would probably be too soon for him to be thinking about popping the question but to him it was the obvious next move. He knew you were the one so why wait.

“Mmm what time is it?” You groaned, hiding your face in Charles’ chest.

It was little moments like this he cherished the most, you had never been a morning person and were so cute in your half sleep daze.

“6.45,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I will need to get up soon.”

“Can’t wait for the season to end so you don’t have to wake at the crack of dawn.” You hummed, lazily running your fingers over his skin.

“Well your tour is over so I want you here by my side for the rest of the season, I’ve missed you far too much to spend any more time apart.” He smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” You mumbled feeling yourself drift back to sleep.

“I’ve set your alarms, so you have a couple more hours sleep.” he whispered, carefully lifting your arm off his body so he could slide out of bed. “Sleep well my angel.” He said softly, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Je t'aime”

His smile grew at your little mumble of the phase as you fell back asleep, soft snores escaping from your lips. Once again he snapped a photo before he disappeared into the bathroom to get a shower.

Whilst he was in the shower he figured out how he wanted to pop the big question, he wasn’t sure when he was going to do it but he needed to speak to your dad first. In some ways he wanted to keep tradition.

The hours flew by and before he knew it he was in the busy garage getting ready for today's race.

“So can’t believe how big your crush is on Y/N.” Carlos laughed, slapping his team mate on his back as they waited in the line for the coffee stand. “I mean what does your girl think about it? With her but have this massive crush on Y/N.”

“Urm,” Charles mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. It was a question he was hoping would never get brought up because he had no idea how to answer it.

His lack of response was all Carlos needed, raising a brow at Charles with a smirk on his face, he didn’t push the questions which Charles was extremely happy about.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket he saw you had posted on your Instagram, yes he had notifications turned on your you. A proud smile appeared as he saw a collage of tour photos on your grid, quickly liking the post he clicked onto your story, flicking through the posts watching your bright smile light up his phone but it was the last post that made his heart explode. It was a simple mirror selfie of you wearing his Ferrari hoodie, all the fans knew you supported Charles mainly due to being childhood friends but it worked well because you could always steal his hoodies and t-shirts.

Race day! Let’s go ❤️🏎

Charles quickly turned his head from his phone when he heard the commotion that was happening not too far from the coffee stand.

“Y/N, what’s your predictions on the race.”

“What’s the plan now that the tour has ended?”

“Can you tell us who your latest single is about?”

“Go on a date with me.” Pierre shouted from behind Charles, making him sigh. He knew he didn’t mean any harm but he still didn’t like the way everyone tried to get with his girl.

Rolling his eyes he turned back to the barista, flashing them a smile.

“Désolé, puis-je également obtenir un café au lait glacé, avec deux doses supplémentaires et une sauce au caramel arrosée autour de la tasse et du sirop de caramel s'il vous plaît. (Sorry, can I also get an iced latte, with two extra shots and caramel sauce drizzled around the cup and caramel syrup please)” he asked softly, earning a questioning look from Carlos and Pierre. Rolling his eyes again at his friends. “Y/N coffee order.”

“Damn, this crush runs deep.” Pierre laughed. “You got it, bad man.”

“You seem to be forgetting she is my best friend, so of course I know her coffee order, it’s been the same since she was 16.” Charles laughed, turning his gaze to you.

He couldn’t wait until the end of the race, then the whole world would know you were his secret girlfriend.

“Whatever you say man.” Pierre smirked, giving Charles a fist bump before he disappeared.

-

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you watched the race, there had been a few too many close calls for your liking but Charles had a steady lead and he only had one lap left to go.

“Come on,” you said to yourself, keeping your eyes on the screen, not daring to blink because things could change in a split second.

You knew Charles had been having a tough time recently, many nights were spent with him venting to you over FaceTime so you knew how much this meant to him, especially here in Monza.

It was like time had come to a standstill as you stared at the monitor, but watching him out on the track doing his thing filled you with a sense of pride.

Within seconds everyone rushed over to the metal railing on the finish line, spinning on your heels you quickly joined them, recording the moment on your phone as tears rolled down your cheeks.

The sound of the commentator announcing the win sent chills down your spine.

He had fucking done it!

This was a big moment for both of you. Your legs moved on their own as you ran through the paddocks to where he would be pulling his car in, you were ready and waiting for him wanting to be the first person to be there when he got out the car.

The moment he was standing on the tarmac you locked eyes with each other, it was like it was just the two of you on the track. Sprinting towards him you leaped into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you locked into a passionate kiss causing everyone around you to fall silent.

Pulling away resting your forehead against his with a huge grin on your face, soaking in this moment, it would be one you never forgot.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You whispered against his lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Before he could respond you felt yourself being crushed in the massive group hug, you and Charles in the centre of it. This weekend had just been a rollercoaster with the tour finishing, Charles winning the Italian GP and letting the world know that you were together.

Looking out into the crowd you could see the sheepish looks of a few of the drivers who always tried flirting with you. You could see the pieces click on their mind as they realised why Charles always went on the defensive side.

Somehow you managed to pull your phone out whilst still being wrapped around Charles, snapping a picture of the two of you in the middle of the Ferrari group hug and another one of you two sharing a quick kiss in the middle of the group. This would be the photo that you used on your social media accounts.

Soon enough Charles was standing on that podium, tears streaming down his face as he held the trophy up in the air. You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket but you didn’t care. In this moment all that mattered was your boy in red, well today it was yellow.

Everything went by in blur and you felt yourself being dragged through the crowd and up to the podium. The moment you were close enough to Charles he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, you couldn’t help yourself as you took the trophy from his grip looking at it in awe. Charles pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, snapping a picture of you holding the trophy in the air and quickly sent it to himself.

He wasn’t letting you from his side so he dragged you into the cool down room, your body snuggled up against his as he posted the picture on Instagram.

It’s time the world knew, that’s my girl, my everything, my world 🌎❤️ Pour toujours et toujours babygirl (Forever and always babygirl)

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one imagine

[thedgeofreality]

Reader is at an event or party with boyfriend elvis. She has to go to the bathroom so she excuses herself from elvis and the group of people that both of them (mainly Elvis) were talking to. Unfortunately she started her period a couple of days early so she was not prepared and had no supplies with her. Also it was a bad day to wear all white luckily she had caught it before it leaked all the way through her panties but it wouldn’t take long at this point and if she sat down she knew it would seep through. She sat there for a short moment to calm her panicked state before deciding to go find elvis. When reader found him she grabbed his arm, he smiled at her returning but noticed a subtle expression that only he would recognize as something being wrong and y/n motioned him to lean down to whisper in his ear that she had a problem and needed his help quick. He apologized to the new group of people saying he would be back in a minute and then lead the reader to somewhere private not knowing what was the issue was but people were still passing by so all reader mouthed was bathroom and elvis lead the way to quickly find the bathroom. Once inside elvis asked what was going on as reader was sitting down onto the toilet. For some reason she was embarrassed not wanting to look at elvis when she told him she started early and she didn’t have anything with her. He saw her now ruined panties and was thinking about what to do as they had to stay at this event for the next hour. Reader starts crying elvis comforts her and dries her tears carefully to not mess her makeup up. he stands up and starts unbuckling and taking off his pants reader is confused. He was thankful that today was a rare day that he had worn underwear because he had to give a speech in front of everyone and his pants tended to cling in areas without any. He took off his underwear and put his pants back on. He then took the readers white pants off and wrapped a ton of toilet paper around y/n’s ruined panties and slid his underwear over them before putting her pants back on. His underwear was bulky under her pants but it was the only option. He embraced her kissing the top of her head telling her it’s okay. They return to the event and elvis keeps on eye on her to make sure she doesn’t leak.

I apologize that this request is so long but I wanted to get the scene set. Hopefully you can write this with Jaycees award era 1971 elvis in mind (maybe that is the event they are at) thank you!

A/N: I LOVE THIS REQUEST DEAR!! thank you so much anon. my first request and i hope i do it justice. i also made reader wear a dress instead of pants as i thought it would be a little more formal (and honestly i didnt notice the pants part at first whoops!) anyway enjoy ♡

Wc: 1.9K

Elvis had been invited to the Jaycees as he had been named one of the 'ten outstanding men of the nation'. He was so excited and so honored so he wanted you to come with him to the event. You agreed immediately.

It was the day of the event and you were sitting at the table with Elvis and a couple of people you didn't know. Elvis did most of the talking as you were quite shy and didn't know what to say to them. You held Elvis his hand under the table. Occasionally he would smile at you and try to involve you in the conversation as much as possible. Elvis started talking about how thrilled he was to be there and you watched his face light up. You loved watching him talk about things that genuinely made him excited.

"Man, you won't believe how nervous I am." He said jokingly. Though you knew he meant it as he told you beforehand how nervous he was for his speech. The night before, he stayed up writing things down on his little notepad and would show you occasionally to get your opinion on it. Because he would give this speech in front of a bunch of millionaires he wanted to be explicit and intelligent to them. Once he had written out the final draft he read it out to you and you were amazed by how eloquent it sounded. He went through the speech multiple times on the way to the event.

After a couple of minutes, you felt the urge to go to the bathroom. So you let go of his hand and he looked at you. You smiled at him as you excused yourself from the conversation.

You quickly made your way into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pulled your white dress up and sat down. As you looked down you saw a red stain in your panties. Your period had come earlier than usual, so you didn't take any tampons or pads with you. You hoped some girls were outside the bathroom, but no. There was absolutely no one outside. "great day to wear white"  you thought to yourself. As you sat there on the toilet, panicking thinking of what to do. The only thing you could think of doing was finding Elvis. You weren't exactly sure on how he could help, but you had to try something.

You breathed slowly trying to calm yourself down from your panicked state as you straightened yourself out. You took one deep breath before stepping back into the room and making your way through the crowd, hoping the blood wouldn't seep through at this moment. Elvis usually stood out but in a dark room like this, he was nowhere to be found as he was wearing dark clothes. You made your way back to the assigned table, hoping he would still be there and luckily he was standing near the table talking to a different group of people than before.

You walked up to him and grabbed onto his arm. He looked down at you and smiled when he saw it was you. "Oh hi honey." He said before his expression dropped and he looked at you worriedly. You were so thankful Elvis could read you in moments like these. You knew no one else would understand, but him. He turned to face you completely. "You alright?" He asked softly. You motioned for him to lean down.

He leaned down and you got closer to his ear to whisper. "Something happened, I need your help quickly." He stood straight up and nodded, turning around to the group of people. "I'll be back in a minute." He said and gave them a smile before he faced you again. You held his hand and led him through the crowd taking him to a spot where fewer people were. "Baby, what's going on?" He asked softly, growing more worried by the minute. People were still passing by the two of you so you just mouthed the word 'bathroom' to him.

Elvis took your hand again and led you back to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "What happened?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You sat down on the toilet and broke eye contact with him as you lifted your dress to show him your blood-stained panties. You felt deeply embarrassed and on the edge to break down in tears. "I started my period earlier." You said softly, looking down at the floor. "I didn't take any products with me."

"Oh, honey.." He said softly as he noticed your blood-stained panties. He stood there in silence thinking of what he could do to help. "No need to be embarrassed, it's alright. I'll help you." He said assuring you and you nodded. You didn't look into his eyes as you still felt a little embarrassed this even happened. You sighed and he rubbed your back, knowing how you felt. As soon as you felt his touch you broke down into tears. He kneeled in front of you and hugged you tightly. "Shh shh it's okay, I'm gonna help you." He whispered in your ear and leaned back to kiss your forehead. "Line your breathing up with mine, okay?" He said softly trying to help you out. You nodded and closed your eyes. He started taking deep slow breaths and you tried to line yours up with it. "Good job, baby." He said and caressed your hand as you continued to take deep slow breaths. You slowly opened your eyes back up as you felt a little calmer. He smiled as you looked at him. He let go of your hand as he wiped your tears away. "My make-up." You said with a shaky voice and he chuckled. "I'm bein' careful, don't worry." He said and he dried your tears making sure to not ruin your make-up. "Now, you didn't leak through yet?" He asked. "No, I didn't leak through." You replied and he nodded. He stood back up and started unbuckling his pants. You looked up at him confused as he took his pants off.

"What are you doing?" You asked. He chuckled "Well honey, thankfully I'm wearing underwear today." He said as he slid his pants off and smiled at you. "I don't understand." You replied, feeling even more confused. What does that have to do with your situation? "Well, you could wear them." He said and took his underwear off. You stared at him with a bunch of thoughts and he chuckled as he put his pants back on. "Just go along with it."

He kneeled in front of you again and looked up in your eyes. "I have to lower your panties a bit, okay honey?" He asked softly waiting for your consent and you nodded. Smiling at the way he was taking care of you. He carefully lowered your stained panties a bit and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. He took a ton of toilet paper and wrapped it around your stained panties, trying to make it work like a pad. He made sure it would be thick enough for the remaining hours you would be there with him and raised your panties back up. "That feel okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes again and you shrugged. "A little uncomfortable but it'll do." You replied and he nodded. He grabbed his underwear from the floor. "You can wear 'em for an extra layer."

"Raise your legs, baby." He said and you raised your legs as he slipped his underwear on your legs. You chuckled at him as you easily could've put them on yourself. But you liked how he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll, that could break any minute.

Once you had his underwear over yours, he helped you stand up. It felt very weird to be wearing 2 pairs of underwear with a thick layer of toilet paper, but it would have to do for tonight. His underwear was bulky as it had a lot more space than women's underwear. It looked a little weird under your dress but you had no other choice than to go along with it. He hugged you tightly again and kissed the top of your head. "There we go baby, everything is okay." He said softly.

"Can't believe you were wearing underwear." You said and he chuckled. Elvis never wore underwear as he said it was uncomfortable and weird. "Well, I have to give a speech and these pants cling in the wrong places." He replied and sighed. "If they get a face full, I'm blaming you." He joked, trying to lighten the mood and you laughed.

You looked in his eyes lovingly and smiled. "Thank you so much, Elvis. I love you." He smiled back at you. "Anytime honey, I love you too." You kissed him quickly.

"We have to go back now." He said and you nodded. You made sure you looked alright and held his hand. He unlocked the bathroom door and led you back into the room to the group of people he was talking to. The group gave you guys a smile and welcomed you back.

Everyone sat back down at their tables as the event was about to continue. You and Elvis held hands the entire time. You stared at him as it got closer to his award. You noticed how much more nervous he had gotten and you caressed his hand hoping to calm his nervous a little. He looked at you and gave a weak smile.

They finally announced for him to come up and he let out a deep shaky breath, squeezing your hand. "You alright?" He asked referring to the situation that happened earlier. And you nodded. He smiled and stood up, making his way to the stage. You watched him stand there and accept the award. And once it was finally time for his speech he searched for you in the crowd. When finding you he smiled to himself and looked down to get himself together. You could tell he was shaking but he hid it well.

"When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer." He started saying and you stared at him in awe. His speech had come out great and you looked around to see people staring at him the same way you did. You smiled and felt so proud of him. When the speech ended you applauded loudly with everyone else. He thanked everyone and made his way back to the table, his eyes not leaving yours as he sat back down. He held your hand again and leaned in to whisper. "How did I do?" He asked feeling a little unsure.

You looked at him and smiled. "That was amazing! Everyone loved it." You whispered back to him and he smiled. "Felt I was gonna die right there." He said and chuckled softly. You laughed with him.

After a few minutes passed he leaned in again. "You haven't leaked yet, right?" He asked softly making sure no one would hear it and you shook your head. "No, I'm okay." You replied and he nodded. He was very protective of you the entire day. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you a little closer to him. He looked at you smiling and kissed your cheek.

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[stvrniolotrp]

matt sturniolo x fem!reader oneshot:

requested:nope

summary:matt and reader have been in a very healthy relationship,but what happens when that turns around?do they talk it out?

warnings:angst,fluff,kissing(dont get sensitive on me aint nothing to get mad abt)

inspired by: the song “mine” by taylor swift!

mine

y/ns pov:

my relationship with my boyfriend matt was perfect for a while,he is the best boyfriend i have a ever had. before matt tho i had a boyfriend named hunter,he made me scared of love. not bothering to try with matt since love never lasts in my eyes

but matt opened my eyes,he showed me that love isnt always just fighting.

lately tho,our relationship started becoming rocky,i knew we were gonna face hard times. but everytime we talked or hung out,it ended with a fight,or me being upset.

sometimes i can be dramatic,but i really remember the start of our relationship and when we were still crushing on eachother.

flashback:

i was sitting on the ledge of the doc by myself just admiring my surroundings and the chilly breeze when my friend matt came out of their house,he slowly made his way up to me and sat next to me,our shoulders touching.

“hey are u okay?why are u out here in the cold?”

“im fine just wanted some fresh air”

i quickly smiled at him feeling my cheeks start blushing

“arent u cold?come here”

he said as he put him arm around me for the first time

end of flashback :

does he even remember that? i thought to all the best memories of our relationship. a few moments later my phone dinged indicating a message

my love💕:do u wanna come over?i really wanna see you

i was confused nonetheless,we still havent made up since our argument earlier that day.but i agreed.

y/n❤️:ill be there in 10 read 1:45 AM

maybe he wanted to make up?i told myself while grabbing my keys and heading out to the front door hopping in my car.

i shuffled my playlist and you are in love by taylor swift came on

once i arrived i knocked on the door and heard faint footsteps come to open the door

“oh hey y/n”

chris said while taking me in a slow embrace and leading me inside,i gave him a smile while i walked to matts room

i hesitated to walk in,instead i decided to knock.

matt opened the door looking at me with a bland look on his face not sparing me a small smile.

“come in”

he lead me into the bedroom and i slowly sat on the edge of the bed while he sat against the headboard

“so why did u wanna see me?”

“i wanted to talk to u”

“okay whats up?”

“look i know we got in an argument earlier but i want u to hear how stupid this all sounds to me”

“oh wow so the situation is stupid?”

i said chuckling sarcastically

“y/n just hear me out”

“i think this is stupid because me liking girls posts isnt a big fucking deal,it really isnt.im really sorry for saying this but ur being fucking dramatic”

he said slightly raising his voice

tears started welling up in my eyes due to his tone,matt never yelled at me like this before.

“matt it isnt a big deal okay,but when ur fans start noticing u liking bikini pictures of instagram models and questioning our relationship status i really dont think im being dramatic”

i said raising my voice almost yelling at this point

“at the start of this whole relationship u said u werent gonna fucking believe anything online or take anything fans say to heart y/n”

he said now fully yelling at me

i stood up as tears started streaming down my face

“WHAT DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER MATT?U DONT REMEMBER SHIT IN THIS RELATIONSHIP ITS LIKE UR A WHOLE NEW PERSON MATT”

i said while started to fully sob

i really thought we were gonna fix this,but everything was slipping right out of our hands at this point.

matt didnt say anything he just stared at me with a almost sad look on his face?

i looked over to the clock on his night stand 2:30 am

i ran out of his room,then opened the front door running though it.

i started walking towards my car untill i heard the front foor open and feeling matts presence slowly make its way up to me

“what do u want?”

i said bracing myself for him to call off this relationship

“y/n u said i dont remember anything in this relationship?”

“yes matt if u want to j-“

he cut me off and started talking instead

“well i remember we were sitting right there by the water,i put my arm around u for the first time that night”

“look im-“

“y/n everytime i look at u its like im falling inlove for the first time”

“stop matt ur making me cry even more”

i said slightly giggling

“ill never leave u alone”

“you are the best thing thats ever been mine”

i started full on smiling and stepped forward to give him a hug,he buried his head in my neck and started speaking

“i recognize my mistake and im sorry,im sorry for calling u dramatic u arent. i’ll unfollow any girl u want me to babe i love u”

“i love u more”

i said as i broke our embrace and gave him a soft yet passionate kiss on his lips.

he is the best thing thats ever been mine.

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authors notes: im sorry for going on a month long break and not writing anything literally dont ask idk how that happened

as always send requests pleaseeeeeee and tell me ur thoughts!

love u

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[anonymous-dentist]

GOD I LOVE YOUR AU ok question time

- who is in the federation of heros? What founded the federation? Are they powered like cellbit?

- how is cellbit one of the first few born? I feel theres a science experiment plot caught in this and he broke containment. I wonder if he found this out due to being able to scare himself, and that fear immediately projecting to others, making THEM just as scared. Id imagine hed be diagnosed with severe paranoia/etc and then like. Oh SHIT its not. That. Oh fuck.

- what was that leadup that made him a supervillain? Something so minuscule yet so big as fear, to be considered one of the high villains of the city is insane. Some people would probably laugh it off an say physical destruction was scarier than mental, until they see what he actually does.

- who did he murder?????? I wonder if it was someone who defied the "everyones fears projected back to them" ability. Someone unaffected by this, like maybe their own ability counteracted it. One of the federations lower ranked heros attacked... as a citizen... i feel theres more than meets the eye here..... but of course it ended with murder. I feel there could be done with something of luzu and his look alike there.

- i still keep thinking about breaking dawn and how forever is also considered richas's dad, and just thinking about it being kinda switched in this scenario. Cellbit walked into forevers life again an now richas has another dad to annoy the piss out of. Though i do feel him an jaiden would be at each others throats in investigation. She would totally be a foh member to me. He tries to take down them through HER.

- why jaiden? Shes probably the most visible with her apparent ability. I imagine her having hummingbird like abilities. Flying at such a fast rate it can change the force of wind itself, etc etc etc (running on coffee an headaches atm sorrie) but she KNOWS something. She knows the foh is fucked up. She knows its dictating the definition of right an wrong, but she doesnt have the power (YET!!!!!!) to kill them from the inside out.

- heros who are seen as the light amongst the city, vigilantes who are the underbelly of a growing problem/an antibiotic refusing to kill the infection, and singular villain who wants to put a stop to it for all. God. I am jn love with this au im sorry can u tell

- and then theres fucking SPIDER MAN. nobody knows who he may work for since, by the logic of q city, if your a vigilante, your working for someone else directly related to the foh, and being sponsored as such. But theres no calling for spiderman, theres even active "have you seen this person" signs around the city, marking them as a non verbalized threat to the standing of foh. Cellbits key.

- now he needs to convince his friends to help him find spiderman. For....... research. Yes. Totally. He wishes to interview spiderman in hopes to figure out "who he works for", which not really. Hes not the best at lying, nor was he really trying. He wants to crack down the foh to its rotten core.

- he even tries to ask roier for help at some point, right? He talks about the signs around the city, says its a shame that hes on a watch list- and how he swings around to actively web heros against the walls to stop them from hurting another person.

- and its convinent theyre on a coffee date (cellbit didnt even notice, roier did, an hes just awkwardly like... hahahahabah thats really weird why would spiderman stop him but also yeah i get that- why would thet get rid of MY hero <:((("

- cellbits subconsciously like. Shit. Pretty boy is pouting about the vigilante. More reason to find the motherfucker.

SORRY ITS SO LONG ENJOY THE RAMBLEEEE

WOW OKAY so let’s see:

1. It’s a lot like the Federation from the canon qsmp, but it’s also more overtly focused on ‘Protecting the City’ from superpowered threats. It stepped in to fill the shoes of the former police state, and by getting rid of the majority of police officers it both opened up opportunities for villains (and thus heroes and thus the Federation) and for heroes (see: previous parentheses.) The founder is anonymous, a “Mister Duck”.

2. I’m actually lowkey playing by MHA rules. Basically, at some point a couple of decades ago, kids started being born with superpowers. It was the more obvious ones that were discovered first, like a girl in France being born with little duck wings. Cellbit’s ability is less obvious, but his parents were constantly overly worried about him because babies and children are always very very scared of everything. Eventually he realized what was up when he was around nine or ten, but he didn’t really tell anybody because even back then he knew that he would “get in trouble” for it.

3. As for villainy, it was an accident. He needed money after his parents died (of sudden heart attacks, and he pretends he doesn’t know what that actually means), and he isn’t a very intimidating guy on his own, so he kinda… helped himself out a little. And it worked super well, so he kept doing it. And he kept doing it. And then he started going a bit overboard with it and the people he was robbing started dying, too.

4. And as for the murder, Cellbit and the hero were both civilians when they got into an argument. The hero, new to the whole thing, ended up using their ability and actually attacked him. He attacked back, notably without using his ability, and he accidentally killed them. The Feds were NOT happy about this, so they messed with the court proceedings and got him sent to prison for three years. But, hey, at least he got therapy there?

5 and 6. Jaiden is 100% working with the Federation in this au. She and Spider-Man are taking very different approaches to what is fundamentally the same issue here. I think her ability is more parrot-y, but she does work for them now. (It’s a very recent development.)

8-10. Spider-Man is a fan-favorite and the Federation does NOT appreciate him ruining their image!! And he knows that he isn’t well liked by them at the moment, and he doesn’t care because it’s fine if Spider-Man dies. He has a job to do, and he is going to do it.

11-end. And it’s a good thing that Cellbit is such a big Spider-Man fan! It’s something Roier thinks they can use to bond. Definitely. Bonding.

…Can you tell superhero aus are my guilty pleasure lol

#asks! #anon! #deli superhero au

[cherryo]

i know holloweens over already, but reader dressing up as atomic lass for holloween and donnie absolutely losing it🫣

THE SCREAM I LET OUT WHEN I SAW THIS BIEWUBGUEBW I LOVE LOVE DONNIE AND THE THOUGHT OF HIM LOSING IT OVER A COSTUME LIKE????? YES PLEASE!!!!!!

i am so so sorry that this came out as late as it did,,,, I've been so swamped with work and mental/physical things but!! i worked on this every chance I got <333 also, i really didnt know how to end it, so the ending is a bit off, other than that i hope you like it

also I wanted to make clear that any smut or anything alluding to the turtles being in sexual situations, they are always, always of age!! i don't write minors unless it is pure fluff and nothing sexual.

Pairings: Rise!Donnie X gn! reader pronouns: they/them  word count: 700 genre: fluff and suggestive themes Warnings: Explicit content, suggestive themes, swearing, heavy petting n groping, i think thats it?

Staring in the mirror you realized this might not be the best idea in the world, what if you got something on your costume wrong? What if Donnie didnt like the fact that you dressed up as Atomic Lass? At this point you were fiddling with your purple gloves, you made sure they fit but were still true to the flared version of them. Your heels were purple and even though you were comfortable in heels, these were especially pointy and thin heels, which made them hard to stand in. you sighed, trying to calm your nerves about whether or not Donnie will critique you.

Hearing a knock on your bedroom door startled you, turning around in time to see Donnie poking his head through the crack in the door, seeing if it was okay to come in. “you can come in, darling” giggling under your breath when you noticed he had his eyes closed just in case.

He stepped in, turning around to make sure the door was closed and locked, which he did every time he was in your room for some reason. He turned to see you fully, jaw dropping slightly, he stood there silently looking you up and down.

“Um,,” you deflated a bit when he didn't jump at you, maybe it was shock or him trying to understand what you were trying to do. “I dressed up as Atomic Lass,,, because well i know you like her a lot,,,,and all that” looking down, you started fiddling with your gloves, trying not to cry.

Not noticing Donnie had made it to where you were standing, he reached out and lifted your chin up. His face softened at you, he knew you were nervous about the costume. 

"I love it, i really do” that made you look at him fully, it made you happy that he liked it.

“Really?” your own insecurity seeping in, “of course i do” he hummed a sound of approval.

“I think i like it a little too much,” he had leaned down to whisper in your ear, making you shiver at the meaning of his words. Looking back at him to see his smug ass look, he knew exactly what he was doing to you and he enjoyed every second of it.  

His hands made their way down to your hips, pulling you in by the belt you had made. He pulled you into a hug, smushing his face straight into your shoulder. His breathing was picking up its pace, he moved your hair out of the way allowing your neck to be bare. Donatello started kissing your neck, slowly turning the kisses into nibbles and then into love bites and hickies, he loved the moans and little gasps you let out each time he left another love bite.

One of Donnies hands went to your hip, tapping it to signal for you to jump so he could catch you in his arms, you did just that. His hands gripped your thighs to make sure you didnt fall and had balance, slowly he made his way to your bed, kissing you the whole time. He just couldnt get enough of your kisses, he was addicted to them and fortunately you had an unlimited amount to give him.

  He layed you down gently, being as careful as he could he laid down ontop of you. His kisses just kept getting more and more passionate, you could tell that the costume was doing something to him. His hands went down to your hips, groping and grabbing at them. 

“I think you should dress up more often,” he breathed out between kisses, “ yea? You like your present?”

He let out a low ‘mhm’ in response, he was loving every second.

“Well, maybe i will dress up like this more often if it gets this type of reaction out of you,” he huffed at that, not wanting to admit you have him tied around your finger.

Kissing you even deeper, smushing you into the bed.

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

bit of an odd (??? maybe it isnt but i never see anything like it so… to me its odd) request😭

harry and reader who is his little sister (by like a considerable amount… like maybe even 10 years) coming out as lesbian (this is incredibly self indulgent because i didnt really get to come out😭) bonus points if she’s a dancer (i’m self-indulgent. okay.)

if someones already got a similar concept going so you don’t want to do the same, that’s fine!!!!!!! (but drop the @ if thats the case)

Soul's Epiphany

word count: 830

warnings: LGBTQIA+ themed content

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Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a young girl named Yn. She was not your ordinary girl; she had a passion for dance that made her stand out. Yn's graceful moves, her fluidity on the dance floor, and how she expressed her soul through dance were mesmerizing.

Yn had an older brother named Harry, who was always there for her. With a considerable age gap of about ten years, Harry took on a protective role in her life. Their bond was strong, a testament to the love they had for each other. Harry watched as Yn grew into a beautiful and talented dancer, but he also saw all the struggles she faced as she figured out her own identity.

Yn had known for a while that she was different from other girls her age. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something that set her apart. As she got older, she began to understand what it was - she was a lesbian. This realization had brought her both relief and anxiety. She was relieved to understand her own identity, but she worried about how her family and friends might react.

One evening, Yn decided it was time to share her truth with Harry. They were sitting in the living room, Yn fidgeting with her fingers while Harry was engrossed in his book.

"Harry, can I talk to you about something?" she finally asked.

Harry looked up from his book, concern strewn across his face. "Sure, Yn. You can talk to me about anything. What's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've realized something about myself, something important. I'm a-a lesbian, Harry."

Harry put his book down to give his little sister his undivided attention. He could see the mix of emotions in her eyes – vulnerability, fear, and a tiny glimmer of hope. His face softened, and he scooted forward and held her hands in his, before replying "Yn, I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this with me, love. I love you, and nothing will change that. You're still the same amazing person you've always been."

Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had been so afraid of how her brother would react, but his unconditional love and support were a soothe for her.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Yn talked about her journey of self-discovery. Harry listened to her experiences, her fears, and her hopes for the future. He became her confidant, someone she could lean on during the challenging times ahead.

As Yn continued to grow as a dancer, she found the courage to come out to her parents and close friends. She faced her fears head-on and discovered that the people who truly loved her accepted her for who she was.

With Harry's never-ending support, Yn's confidence began to soar. She decided to take a bold step forward by coming out to her dance troupe, a group of talented dancers she had considered her second family for years. It was during one of their practice sessions, a time when she felt most connected to all of them, that she decided to share her truth.

The dancers gathered in the studio, ready to begin their routine. Yn, her heart pounding with anticipation, took a deep breath. "Hey, everyone, I have something important to tell you."

The room fell silent as her friends turned to look at her. Yn could see a mix of curiosity and concern on their faces. She continued, her voice steady, "I want to share that I'm a lesbian. It's an important part of who I am, and I wanted you all to know."

A few seconds of silence hung in the air, but then something incredible happened. One by one, her fellow dancers began to applaud. The applause grew louder and turned into cheers and hugs. Yn felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance and support.

Her best friend and fellow dancer, Emily, pulled Yn into a tight embrace. "Yn, we love you no matter who you are. We're so proud of you for being your true self."

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She knew that coming out wouldn't always be met with such warmth and acceptance, but she was grateful to have a group of friends who stood by her side.

As time passed, Yn's journey continued. She used her experiences and emotions as a source of inspiration for her dance routines. Her performances took on a new depth and authenticity, resonating with audiences on a profound level that she had never imagined.

Yn's journey of self-discovery and coming out as a lesbian not only strengthened her bond with Harry but also with her family, friends, and dance troupe. She learned that love and acceptance could overcome fear and prejudice, and her passion for dance continued to flourish, stronger than ever.

She had found her true self, and she danced her way through life, touching the hearts of everyone who she met throughout her journey.

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hi anon! i hope you are okay, and this message reaches you. i'm so so deeply sorry that you weren't able to come out on your own terms, and i hope you're okay. always know that you are loved and cherished by everyone here. if you ever feel like talking, i am always here for you ❤️🫶

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p.s.-> i am truly sorry if i made some mistakes in this one, feel free to correct me!

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[bombsonboard]

the day after yesterday: chapter three

Summary: Time travel is volatile, dangerous, playing god. And then sometimes  it drops you in just the right place at the perfect time. It’s a matter of perspective. You decide.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no Y/N)

Word Count: 4.4k

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A/N: So my scheduled post didnt work! But i’m still uploading this on Wednesday, just a little later than planned lol. Hope you’ve all had a good week and sorry for the lil bit late chaper!

You stood outside ‘Stillman’s Gymnasium’ feeling grateful it was a warm summer’s day and you didn’t have to brave the New York cold without a jacket. Bucky said he’d meet you here, he cleaned the gym after hours in exchange for weekly boxing lessons, promising it would be all theirs so you could work on your escape in peace. 

Turns out, jumping the turnstile to get on the subway was a hell of a lot easier in the 1940s, it just took avoiding every man with a conductor hat, which the crowds made easy, and you made it to midtown. 

All alone, you let yourself take a breath. Yes, you were stuck in the wrong time, but with the hope of getting home, it was quite an astonishing thing. This place wouldn’t even be here in twenty years, bulldozed for apartments. Having the privilege to be here was something you could hardly fathom but you tried to let yourself enjoy it, at least for the time being.

It was too easy to imagine yourself having a life here, who could be waiting for? Maybe a good girl friend, or maybe some guy was picking you up to go and see a movie, one of those old ones that are only on at Christmas or Sunday afternoons. Your dress would be a bit cleaner, your hair pinned out of your face and you would see him approaching in the distance.

In your mind he had a kind smile on his face, a few roses, not too many and he would walk up to you and say:

“Steve is gonna kill me when he finds out I took his nice sketch paper, this better be worth it.” 

You blinked out of your fantasy to see the roses had flattened into a stack of paper and the kind smile you dreamed of was replaced by Bucky’s blank frown. He looked at you curiously.

“What?” He brushed his hair back with his free hand.

“Nothing” You felt caught out.

He shrugged, slowly growing used to your strange looks, and pulled a bunch of keys from out of his trouser pocket and slid them into the door. Unlocking it and pushing the door open with a clunk.

“After you.”

The smell of sweat and floor polish hit you like a wave as you stepped inside and Bucky locked the door behind the two of you. On the bare brick walls hung dozens of pictures of men in boxing gloves, raising their arms in victory. Along the surprisingly clean wooden floor punching bags were lined up, the rich brown leather cracked and beaten from excessive use and just waiting patiently to be used again. 

The great big boxing ring was the main event, a square stage of battered cream, held together by rows of red rope. You wondered if it was red on purpose. 

You pictured one of the boxing matches happening right there in front of you, the crowd of screaming men, praying for their bet to come clean and bracing for the final take down. The champion raising his godly fists, shirtless, shining and soaking in the sounds of his glory.

So, this is what Bucky wanted to be before the army? You tried to see him there, posing for one of the pictures on the wall with his grin plastered to his face. Though, maybe thinking of him shirtless and sweaty really wasn’t the most efficient thing you could be doing at the time.

“So…” Bucky comes to stand next to you, and offers you the paper

You take it with a quiet thank you.

“Do you have a-”

He hands you a pencil.

You swallow, turn around and begin to lay out the pieces of ‘borrowed’ sketch paper out on the glossy brown wood.. 

“There’s a desk in the office, y’know” Bucky points out, watching you crouch to the floor.

“That’s okay, I’m fine here.” 

He looks at you, confused and waiting for any kind of explanation you would offer.

“I’m gonna need…quite a bit of space.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows, accepting that’s all he was getting, and goes to lean against the wall.

You start your chicken scratches, numbers in the tiniest handwriting you could manage, but the nagging sensation of his presence there itches at you incessantly. You lift your head and notice he’s just standing there, watching you. 

“Don’t you have cleaning to do?” It came out a little more spiteful than you intended.

“Looks pretty spotless to me” He kept his eyes trained on you, not bothering to look around at all.

“Okay, so you don’t need to be here then?” You didn’t mind the company really, but why did it have to be him? It was better for you both if he just left you alone.

“I’m responsible for this place, how do I know you won’t mess it up?” Bucky narrowed his eyes at you.

“Christ, I don’t need a chaperone.” 

“I’m sure you don’t, spitfire” He scoffs “but I'm not leaving, so…” He gestures for you to get back to your work “Go on.”

Rolling your eyes with maximum effort you go back to work and start to lose yourself in the math. Spread out on the floor with your ass in the air probably wasn’t the most ladylike position but who cared, Bucky didn’t seem to make a comment.

You willed yourself to stop wondering about him for just a moment so you could focus on the task at hand. If you were going to figure out the coordinates to put into the GPS, you needed a start point. It was 1943, that you knew but, the specific date was what you really wanted. There wasn’t anything that showed you today’s date in your immediate vicinity, so your eyes wandered and landed, unfortunately, on Bucky, who had his feet propped up on the front desk, head stuck in a newspaper. 

"Is that today’s?” You ask from the floor.

“Yu-huh” He mumbles from his wall of news.

Of course he had the thing you were looking for. 

“...What’s the date on it?”

He folds over one corner so you could be victim to his blank stare. “You don’t know what day it is?”

You stare back. 

“11th June.” He supersedes.

“Thank you.” 

He flips his corner back up and you go back to your work silently.

“11th June 1943.” You mumble quietly as the numbers take over your head again.

Hour One

The silence didn’t last half as long as you hoped it would.

“So, how long does something like this normally take?” Bucky wonders after a while, as if you launched yourself into the wrong time all the time, you felt yourself getting offended until you remembered he had absolutely no idea. 

Scribbling down the total days you needed to travel you hid your face from Bucky.

“A while.” You hoped he didn’t hear the small crack in your voice. 

“Great. Maybe it’s enough time for me to figure out why you’re so weird.” He chuckled lightly.

Bucky Barnes, ladies man.

“Oh you’ll figure it out…in 29,209 days” You mumble under your breath, you didn’t mean for him to hear, but when you’re the only two people in a room, it’s hard to keep secrets.

Bucky shakes his head in amusement, ignorant of just how truthful you had just been, but he was quiet for a little while longer after that.

Hour Three

Eventually grew restless of the front desk and sauntered over to the back office. You wondered who might usually be found in there, some short and stubby gym manager, dark hair slicked back with wiry eyebrows that look so much like caterpillars they might crawl off his face. A cigar permanently between his lips. 

You cracked a smile at the image until you heard exactly what Bucky was doing in there. The crackle of a gramophone interrupts your thoughts and the smile falls from your face. You had no complaints about forties music, really, but you were convinced he was doing this on purpose, taunting you with warbling jazz.

With a frustrated grumble you threw down your pencil, abandoned your work and stalked over to the back office. He was there, leaning back on a chair with his arms crossed, eyes closed and absorbing the music echoing around the room. 

Sure, he looked peaceful, but there were bigger stakes here than Bucky Barnes enjoying a record. 

You rapped on the door forcefully but he didn’t jump to attention like you wanted.

Bucky slowly opens his eyes and looks up expectedly.

“Could you…turn it down?” You mimicked turning down a volume knob, and he looked at you blankly.

“Please.” It pained you to add.

“Turn it down?” He mimics your action, eyebrows furrowing. “And what’s that?”

“The music” You impatiently pointed it out and walked over to the small gramophone, singing pleasantly in the corner. It would be a relic any other day but right now it was just annoying you.

Shoot, no volume control you realized, it seemed people were just happy to hear music here, nevermind the volume. A little joy in a somewhat bleak time in history. 

You needed your peace though, one way or another.

“Could you just turn it off?” You turned to leave.

“If this is gonna take long, I’d like to have something to entertain myself.”

You stopped, breathing in and out to stop yourself from killing him before his inevitable death date.

“You don’t even have to be here” You crossed your arms across your chest.

He smiled at your irritation “Tell you what, I’ll give you a chance.”

While you were occupied with how he just had the audacity to patronize you, Bucky stood from the chair and took the trash can from the corner and placed it at the other end of the office from you.

“What are you doing?” You watched him closely.

He walked back over to you with a self- satisfied smile, taking his time as he stopped just inches from you, the tips of his shoes touching yours just about.

“Bucky?” You felt your heartbeat palpate, your chest go tight.

He wordlessly leaned past you to grab an old coffee mug full of pencils that sat on the desk behind you. Bucky pulled away to stand next to you and embarrassment fizzed in your stomach. Bucky smelt like leather and his mothers cooking.

“First one to get three pencils in a row in the trash can wins. If you win, I’ll turn it off and I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

You found that hard to believe and it must’ve shown on your face.

“...mostly,” He added. “But if I win, the music stays and you can’t say a thing about it.”

“Seriously?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, swee- spitfire.”

He looked at you with his blue as a cloudy sky eyes as you sized him up. It seemed fair and you were always one for a good bet, but the way he looked at you made you feel like he knew something you don’t. Figuring that look out would have you spinning for days.

“Do you need me to move it a bit closer?” He suggested condescendingly.

“Fine.” You grumbled.

“Ladies first.” He held the mug out to you and you grabbed three pencils with a roll of your eyes.

It had to be easy right? You didn’t have the worst hand eye coordination in the world but it wasn’t one of your most notable qualities. The only thing you had going for you was a desire for Bucky Barnes to keep quiet, and you were about to find out how good of a motivator that was.

You toss the first pencil and it lands in the trash can with a happy little clang. The second pencil was subject to pressure and bounced on the edge before landing safely inside, you celebrated inwardly, trying to hide how invested you were in a game of throwing pencils, but you were so close to victory, sweet victory.

One final pencil in your hand, you looked to Bucky “Any final words?” you ask smugly.

“I’m good.”  He stared straight ahead.

The last pencil is in the air and you swear you’ve never felt this tense in your life. Maybe apart from the time you landed in the 20th century by accident. Taunting you, it bounced off the edge like the second but this time it was the wrong way. You watched in disbelief as it clattered to the floor.

“Shit.” You muttered and tried to hide how actually sad you were to miss your final throw.

“I’d offer condolences but you were a little cocky at the end.” Bucky plucked three pencils from the pot.

He effortlessly tossed his pencils in without a second thought, one, two, three, in quick succession, giving you no time to think of a plan to sabotage him at all.

Bucky looked at you with a smile “I believe congratulations are in order.”

“Best of three?” You grasped at any chance he might give you.

Bucky just laughed. In your face. You let out a combination of a grumble and a sigh and stomped out of the office.

He had won, the music stayed.

Hour Five 

“C’mon you should take a break.”

Bucky had stayed mostly in the office, humming to his music. You had migrated to the boxing ring to lay out your findings. He had been leaning against the door, keeping his eye on you for the last five minutes.

“Can’t take a break.” You didn’t look up.

“You’ve been scribbling for like ten hours” He groans.

“I’m not scribbling” You retort, but looking down at the paper ‘scribbles’ was definitely an accurate word, not that he needed to know that.

“What are you doing then?”  

“I’m working out- ugh, stop it!” You needed to be more on the ball with his incessant questions.

“It’s for your own good”  You told him as sternly as you could manage.

“Yes Ma'am” He grins cheekily.

He moved from the doorway, you cursed yourself for having half your attention on him again.

“I don’t think you’ve ever taken a break in your life, you’re so…tightly wound.”

You had half a mind to tell him why you were really ‘tightly wound’ right there and then. But then the fatal implications and so on…blah blah blah. 

“I take breaks.”

“Hard to believe, you ever been to the movies? Or a dance, maybe?” His analyzing eyes felt like they could see right through you.

“Sure, I’ve been to dances.” You brushed him off and continued writing. Maybe they weren’t the dances he would be familiar with but you had been to some. They just played the Black Eyed Peas, not Vera Lynn.

“Really? Because you haven’t recognised a single song I've put on.”

Oh. He had you there. 

“Maybe I just like different music.”

“Who doesn’t like Dick Haymes?” 

You put your head back down, ignoring his teasing and diving back into work, and hopefully convincing him that you just weren’t interested in extracurriculars. 

“Don’t worry, Spitfire, I’ll get you dancing.”

Hour Eleven 

He had run out of records a couple hours ago and was now entertaining himself by standing by the entrance and using some spare paper to fashion a paper airplane and seeing how far he could throw it.

The boxing ring was covered in a blanket of math now, you sat cross legged in the center, surrounded by stretches of equations, statistics, and graphs, traveling along y axis and x axis, finding each coordinate you would need. You had worked this long before but after a day of exerting yourself physically, the strain was weighing heavily on your brain. 

You close your eyes for just a second but a rude and painful awakening comes from a sharp poke in the side of your head. 

“Sorry!” Bucky calls from across the room.

You sigh and stand, rubbing the side of your head “It’s fine, I needed to wake up anyways”

You were in the land before energy drinks, your go to when the numbers become squiggles in your eyes. 

“There somewhere that sells coffee around here?” You grumble.

“Um” Bucky points to the window and you see nothing but black.

How had you missed the sun going down? 

“Nevermind.” You ran a hand over your face, eyelids growing heavier by the second, but you knew you couldn't afford to sleep, not now.

But your brain was too exhausted to make sense of the final coordinates you needed and there was no point in half-assing this and ending up in the wrong time again. You had read in some study that regular breaks actually proved to help total productivity, as hard as it was for you to believe, you weren’t opposed to a little experimenting.

Tip toeing carefully over your working, you sat on the side of the boxing ring, waiting for productivity to strike.

Bucky abandoned his paper airplane to sit next to you. The air felt heavy around you and all you could feel was the incomprehensible weight on your shoulders. You had no idea what Bucky thought, you had hardly been nice to him. But the way he was looking at you made you think he just wanted to lighten your load, just a little bit.

“So, how's it going?” He asked after a minute.

“It’s…getting there.” You fiddled with your hands “Maybe.”

“You really are weird, y‘know?”

He was smiling at you, like he had just paid you a sweet as sugar compliment.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You gave your sarcastic gratitude.

With a sudden burst of energy, he practically waltzes to the back office, you watch with amused curiosity, and when he appears again, he’s carrying the gramophone with both hands, a record under his arm.

He places it happily on the corner of the ring, lifting the red rope, he slides under and stands in the boxing ring. What was he doing now?

“C’mon.” He tilted his head at you with a smile.

Waiting for you, you supposed.

“What?”

Bucky began to pile up you papers covering the space and you flew into a panic, if he messed them all up you’d have to spend another hour putting them back in the correct order so they made sense, you hadn’t thought to number your pages because you thought he wouldn’t be stupid enough to touch them. You thought wrong.

“Bucky!” You shrieked with wide eyes.

He looked at you, calmly “I’m keeping them in order.” 

His habit of reading your mind was getting pretty annoying. You follow his lead and shuffle under the ropes out of curiosity. With your math tower tucked safely to the side out of harm's way, you faced him with a confused look. 

“You needed to wake up, right?” 

“Are we going to box? Because I don’t think I'm up for that right now.” 

“No, no” He takes the record out of its sleeve with a flourish and places it on the gramophone, setting the needle down, humming with excitement.

An upbeat song begins to play, filling the hall with hearty trumpets and jiving double bass. It almost felt like they were in the room somewhere, hiding under the boxing ring with their instruments. 

You stood a meter away from Bucky, no closer and no farther. He held out his hand, you looked around you as if there was any one else he could offer it to. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, you could barely hear yourself above the music reverberating around the walls.

“Dancing.” He said it like it was obvious.

You didn’t think you get stage fright in the absence of an audience but Bucky had a funny way of making you nervous. For the third time, you were stuck gawking at his open palm. The vibrations of the music sent waves through the boxing ring, an invisible hand urging you closer to him.

“I don’t think that’s, maybe not-” You splutter.

You tried to think of the ripples in time this could cause but all you could really focus on was how much you wanted to feel his hand in yours again.

“Spitfire.”

When would you ever get the chance again? Never, that’s the answer. Sure, time might crumble before you but he looked so happy standing there, and he didn’t have many of those moments left.

“I swear every time you look at my hand it’s like you’ve seen a ghost.”

That’s what he had in store. Becoming the most infamous ghost story history had ever heard. You made peace with the universe in a surprisingly short amount of time and decided Bucky Barnes needed this more than anything else in this world.

“You gonna keep on staring at my hand or are you gonna take it?”

You take a few tentative steps towards him and slide your right hand into his left. He directs your other hand to rest on his shoulder and he slips his hand behind you. He tucked you closer to his chest with a shy smile and a gentle pull, you gazed up at him with bright eyes, a smile hiding in the corners of your mouth just waiting to blossom.

The next ten minutes, Bucky spends teaching you how to swing dance after coming to the conclusion you had never danced with anyone in your life.

“I have!” You insist after you step on his toe for the seventeenth time.

“Do they still have feet?” He asks in fake concern. 

“Ha Ha.” You poorly cover your genuine laughter, but you couldn’t hide the smile that had crept up on you anymore.  

Dancing with Bucky was a whirlwind in the most literal sense, you spun like a pinwheel in and out of his arms. You spent half the time spiraling into danger and he would be there to catch you as if there was no risk at all. 

When he kept you close, you could just about hear him counting to the music under his breath. It was an endless night of numbers for you, but you were convinced you had never been as dizzy as this before, dipping in and out and twisting up and down but you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. There was something transporting about it, bringing truth to your daydreams.

Dancing with him felt more like time travel, than well, actual time travel. 

You were glad he wasn’t enhanced yet, or he would hear your heartbeat picking up speed. For a moment he was all you could think about, and you finally had no complaints. 

Until you saw your papers topple and scatter on the floor, the jolting of the enthusiastic swing dance lesson had your precious work falling all over the floor. 

Quickly, it all got too much, heat rushed through you and the music was thumping in your head. He was too close to you, chests stuck together that should never have touched in the first place, Hands glued to his, you were trapped in his time and you were losing yourself by the second. If you didn’t let go now, who knows what you could cause. 

“Stop, stop!” You pulled away, ripped your hand from his, stumbling back and catching yourself on the ropes. 

“You alright?” Bucky spoke cautiously behind you.

“Yeah, yes I’m okay, I just-”

You swallowed down the bile rising from your stomach, and turned to see him standing there with concern in his eyes. Damn him. Damn him for helping you.

“I need to get this done.” You hurried to pick up your work and put it back into the correct order, scared to even look at him again.

“Okay.” He sighed quietly.

Hour Fifteen

Bucky had fallen asleep sometime ago.

The sun had come up again, the cloudless sky left the blinding beams of sunlight to burst through the windows.

His gentle snoring was the only sound as you held your breath,staring at the coordinates. Double checked, triple checked. All you had to do now was put them into the GPS and go.

But something was keeping you here, just for a few moments more. If it had anything to do with the man sleeping a couple meters away, you weren’t sure. All you could do was keep your eyes on the key to your exit.

“You worked through the night?” 

Okay, so he wasn’t asleep anymore.

You could disappear right there in front of his eyes and leave him questioning everything for the rest of his life, even though you thought it would be a little funny and maybe he deserved it, it was just too risky. 

“Done it before” You shrugged.

“Well my sleep was great, surprisingly sound” He began to walk over “Oh, and if my Ma asks where I was all night, do me a solid and say the recruitment center, something about long queues i don’t know.”

Hang on.

“You haven’t enlisted yet?” 

“No?” 

“Haven’t been to the recruitment center at all?”

“Been a bit busy” He chuckles

“Well you should go, go do it now”

“What?”

You thought he had gone by now.

“I’ll do it later, suppose” He shrugs

You looked at the coordinates. You could go home. But you couldn’t. Bucky hadn’t enlisted. And if he doesn’t join the army then, then Steve probably wouldn’t either and Captain America wouldn’t exist and maybe we didn’t win the war, maybe we lost all of the wars, the battle of new york, the battle of the earth.

Him not becoming a sergeant . you couldn’t begin to think of the implications.

Was it all your fault? 

“Been thinking about it a lot and I know my dad did and all that, but…I don't know”

You had currently beaten your record for amount of shits in a twenty four hour span ten times over.

Getting home, All of this means absolutely nothing if Bucky doesn’t go to war. 

He needed to enlist, he had too, you were to blame for this, and you were damn right gonna fix it.

You had to make him join the army, no matter the cost.

Maybe you could afford a couple more days here, you supposed.

“You figure out all your math?” Bucky asks. 

You turned to him and stood.

“Not quite.”

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[harlowcomehome]

Little 4 month old hazel getting separation anxiety from her daddy.

Separation anxiety

The crying was getting to be extremely intense. Hazel wailed constantly like she was in pain and you felt like you were doing all that you could to comfort her but nothing was working. You were wondering if your four month old daughter was starting to develop colic. You had been told at her last appointment that this wasnt uncommon in babies her age.

Something told you that there was probably something else going on. You started to think about what had changed in your routine lately and then it dawned on you. Jack had been spending more time in the studio within the last week or so. After Hazel was born he took a short break off to be with you both, but you encouraged him to get back out there. He was eager to but he felt guilty. You knew that he needed to get back to work or he’d eventually get antsy.

Hazel wouldn’t stop crying all morning and you couldn’t help but be frustrated. You decided to get dressed and take her to see Jack to see if you theory was correct. When you pulled up to the studio that Jack was currently using you got out of the car and started putting on your baby carrier. You honestly loved wearing it because normally Hazel would calm down some, at least enough to sleep. This time however, you were wrong. She was still crying and you were at your breaking point.

You called Jack as you looked up at the outside of the studio and he answered quickly. “Hey, Is everything okay Y/N?” You couldn’t help but start to cry and he heard Hazel on the other end crying as well. “Can you come outside?”

“Outside? You’re outside the studio?” You just sniffed ‘find my iPhone.”

Jack held back a laugh “yeah, ill be right out there.”

When Jack walked out and saw the look on your face he knew this was serious. “She still wont stop crying?” You just nodded back weakily with mascara stained on your cheeks, “I can’t get her to stop Jack” you started crying harder. Jack realized you three were standing on a public sidewalk and he didnt want anyone to see this very private moment.

“Let’s go inside” Jack laid his hand on the small of your back and you three went inside.

“Lemme see her” Jack helped take the carrier off you and you handed Hazel to him. Jack rocked her back and fourth for a couple minutes until she nudged her head into his chest and you sat down and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Thats when someone recording in the studio next door walked out and saw you both. You tried to wipe your face as best as you could but being a new mom was extremely exhausting and you didn’t have it in you to fake it. “First baby?” She looked over at you both and you sighed “is it that obvious?”

She laughed, you didn’t recognize them at all so you just assumed they were probably a newer artist. “When I had my son he would get separation anxiety from me.” You looked intrigued so she continued “I started coming back to the studio about six months after I had him and he would just cry and cry.” Jack looked over at you and smiled before he responded “ that sounds like that may be what’s going on here.” He reached out a hand to introduce himself and the artist smiled “Oh I know who you are. Drama talks about you all the time.” She shook his hand and you could see the lightbulb go off in his head “Eileen right? Drama told me about you. Thanks for telling us that story.” Eileen smiled “of course” she looked over at you and Jack introduced you, “This is my wife Y/N Harlow.” Jack loved to remind everyone you shared a last name, you didn’t mind it, it still made your heart skip when you heard him say that. Eileen made you feel comforted, you didn’t have a lot of mom friends and she had a certain positive energy about her.

“Hey, if you have a shirt or maybe when you swaddle her, try making it smell like him” she laughed. “My husband used to make me wrap blankets around the back of my neck at night so we could use them to swaddle our son and it helped. They just want to be near the both of you.” You nodded and thanked her. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped me” you sighed. Eileen gave you her number in case you ever wanted to talk and that also brought you a sense of relief.

Hazel was finally asleep and Jack was still standing up bouncing her. “I can leave?” He whispered but you knew he still had stuff to take care of. You looked around before letting out a small laugh “do you have a undershirt on?” Jack couldn’t help but smirk ‘Yes, I do.” He looked around “you’re already ready to make another?” You looked at him like he was insane and he let out a soft chuckle.

“No! Give me your shirt” you laughed as you slowly took Hazel from his arms.

Jack gave you his shirt and walked you both back to the car. He loved to get Hazel buckled in. You waited for him on the outside of the car.

“I can go home, its really no issue” he assured you. He was leaning against the car now, his baby blue eyes shining, you could visibly see his golden freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose, the redness of his beard was always what surprised you the most when you were outside in the sunlight. The way he carried himself always brought such a calming sense to you, you realize now that he did the same for Hazel. Jack was like that for a lot of people, his calming. energy usually shifted the room and you loved to see it.

“No, we will be okay. I think Hazels daddy needs to go make some more hits” you teased. He smiled wide at that, “ I liked this little random session visit, you got me out of my head” he responded shyly. “You? In your own head? Never” you responded sarcastically causing him to laugh a little. “You know how I am” he smiled back at you.

“I know you need to go back in there or your team is going to chew your ass out” you laughed as you looked at your phone for the time.

He nodded “I love you, let me know when you’re home safely” he gave you a kiss before walking away.

‘I love you too” you hummed as you got into the car.

Life sure is sweet.

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[wrenrogue]

kuroken au where kuroo gets mail, but it has his neighbor's address, who's this reclusive guy he's only really heard occasionally from the thin walls that separates their apartments. He thinks nothing of this since sometimes the mailman delivers the mail to the wrong mailbox. He learn's the guy's name is Kozume Kenma based on the mail and he goes to deliver them personally. When he delivers them he introduces himself and learns a tiny amount of details about his neighbor.

From then on sometimes Kuroo would get Kenma's mail and he would deliver it to him. And each time Kenma would let him know more about himself, Kuroo always standing outside his door and Kenma never asking him to come inside despite looking eager to talk to Kuroo every time he delivered his mail to him.

It wasn't long before Kenma's mail became more frequent in Kuroo's mailbox and Kuroo was getting a bit suspicious, but he genuinely enjoyed Kenma's company as weird as it was standing outside his apartment as they talked.

What he didn't know was that kenma was the one secretly adding a bit of his mail into kuroo's mailbox every once in a while. You see, Kenma had seen Kuroo around and he seemed interesting, but Kenma was terrible at making friends, much less when he thought they were attractive. So he had devised this plan to get his neighbor to come to him instead. He hoped that his neighbor was considerate enough to deliver it to him, or his billing statements would be lost forever. It was a gamble, but his neighbor might be interesting enough to be worth it.

When his neighbor delivered his mail the first time, Kenma learned three things:

1) His neighbor's name was Kuroo Tetsurou

2) Kuroo was more attractive up close

2.5) Also he was very tall... which added to his attractiveness

3) Kuroo was very easy to talk to — he was interesting

As easy as Kuroo was to talk to though, Kenma was still too awkward to let Kuroo into his home (also his apartment was not tidy enough for his "having visitors over" standards but that's beside the point), but Kuroo seemed okay with this, so they continued this routine.

Kuroo wanted to get to know Kenma more though, he wanted to hang out with him in other places not outside Kenma's door, but he wasn't sure if Kenma would like that, considering he didn't budge from his door entrance when he delivered his mail, but it wouldn't hurt asking. Because when you want something, you just have to ask for it, right?

"Would you like to visit my place sometime?"

"I don't know, why should I?"

"I have coffee"

"So do I, you're not special"

"But do you have an espresso machine?"

"..."

"Didnt think so. We can have a movie night maybe?"

And that's how reclusive Kenma finds himself in Kuroo's apartment, petting his cat, drinking espresso as they watch some cult favorite, where they exchange glances at each other when they think the other isn't looking.

"You can come to my place any time y'know?" Kuroo offers as they part ways for the night after spending most of the evening together.

"I wouldn't mind that" Kenma says from outside Kuroo's door for once.

So he doesn't mind it, and visits Kuroo when he can.

He claims he's visiting because of the espresso machine, but as time passes and as he allows Kuro to know him better and vice versa, it becomes less about getting good espresso and more about seeing the many types of smiles Kuro gives him and how he wants to kiss at least one of them

Kuro doesn't mind opening his home to Kenma, he wants him there as much as possible whether it was them cooking dinner or just a quiet evening of Kuro watching Kenma play on one of his consoles he would sometimes bring.

He wants to tease him and get him a little riled up because it was kinda hot in a cute way. Kenma's playing on his switch one on Kuro's couch one day as Kuro plays with his hair and watches him. Kenma's having difficulties concentrating though, because Kuro's fingers feel incredibly nice going though his hair. He didn't know he liked being petted so much, he wonders if Kuro would like his hair being played with too. He wonders if he could try one day. If Kuro would let him.

"Kenma, I think your character just died"

Kenma's thought bubble bursts as he sees the game over screen and curses through his teeth because he hadn't reached a save point in a while.

Kuro laughs at him for getting distracted, teases him for it, tells him he must really like Kuro petting him, which wasn't a lie, but Kuro didn't need to know that.

so Kenma just pouts at him, before turning away to restart his game a bit aggressively, but if he hadn't looked away, he would've seen the exact moment Kuroo Tetsurou fell in love with him.

"Your mail doesn't end up in mine anymore" Kuro comments one night as they lounge on Kuro's couch.

Kenma hums as he continues his game, having forgotten about the mail.

"I guess the mailman finally figured out which mailbox was yours"

Silence.

"Kuro, I have to tell you something"

"Yeah?"

Kenma thinks about it and wonders if it's wise what he's about to say "Would you be mad if I told you I put my mail in your mailbox?"

"I had a hunch but I didn't want to assume" Kuro says as if he's discussing a weather forecast and not how desperate Kenma was for connection. "Why though?"

Kenma shrugs, putting down his game, "I thought you looked interesting and I wanted to get to know you without asking directly."

Kuro just snorts, before glancing at Kenma from under his ridiculous fringe that Kenma would like to run his fingers though. "So" he begins, and Kenma knows where this is going "Am I interesting enough for you?"

Kenma scoots closer and Kuro thinks he'd like him closer still, "I wouldn't be here if you weren't."

Kuro feels his face turning red as Kenma gets nearer still, just like he wanted.

"I like you, did you know?"

"Since when did you get so direct?" Kuro finds himself smiling despite feeling sweaty as Kenma gets closer to his face.

"I like you too, did you know?"

"I had a hunch, but I didn't want to assume" Kenma says as his eyes glance down at Kuro's lips. "I want to ask you something directly this time"

"And what would that be?" Kuro whispers as Kenma climbs onto his lap

"Can I kiss you?"

"I would like it if you did" Kuro smiles tenderly at Kenma as he puts his hands on his hips.

Kenma learns that night what that specific smile feels like against his lips, he learns that Kuro does like to be petted, that Kuro's hair is nice to run his fingers through and if you pull it just right he might get some surprise unlocked achievements.

Kuro walks Kenma to his apartment; he insisted it was for safety reasons despite being next door. Kenma had agreed, because it was definitely for safety reasons and not because he didn’t want to let go of Kuro’s hand.

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Kuro says as he stands outside Kenma’s apartment just like he did when he was delivering mail.

“Would you like to come in?” Kenma replies instead.

“But it’s late.” Kuro finds himself saying, dumbfounded, because he’d yet to visit the inside of Kenma’s place.

“I have coffee”

“So do I, you’re not special” Kuro says as he steps forward through the door anyway.

Kenma only yanks him inside eager to learn what Kuro’s other smiles feel like against his own.

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #meow #2021 #ficlet #man I really need to polish this asjkdsdsa