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skzooweemama · 8 months

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Because this tiktok trend is really old now how would skz reaction to you wiping off thier kisses? Like because it's an old trend they probably wouldn't be thinking that's what you're doing.

gotta keep them on their toes right? i gotchu!!

oh my gosh it’s been nearly a month since i’ve posted anything i- 😭😭 midterms are over now, so i’m hoping i’ll have more time! still working on the rest of the requests i’ve received not to worry 🫡🫡

i hope y’all like this one! i’m gonna be honest, i didn’t have a lot of ideas going into it, so i changed it up a lil from how the prompt was. i think it turned out okay though!

enjoy!

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Bang Chan:

"Baby?" Your boyfriend called down the hall, wandering from the in- home studio to find you in the kitchen making a snack.

You smiled as Chan rounded the corner, with bleary eyes and messy hair. "Hi love, did you just finish?" He hummed and drew you into a hug once he was close enough, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You giggled at his cute behavior and rubbed his back gently.

"Finished and fell asleep..." Chan mumbled into your neck, the sensation making you giggle.

You brought a hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "Sounds like you needed it, hm?" Another hum escaped your sleepy boy. "Do you want some of my snack?" Chan nodded, raising his head to see what you were making.

You pulled away briefly to grab the snack (cheese and crackers, a classic) and fed him some. Chan giggled when he realized you wanted to feed him and let you, blushing a bit from the gesture. Afterwards, he pressed a crumby kiss to your cheek.

"Gah! Chris!" You cried out, dramatically wiping at your cheek. Honestly, you didn't really mind, but you wanted to see how he'd react.

Chan just giggled, a shy smile spreading on his face as he pulled you close once again, covering you in more (yet significantly less crumby) kisses.

You squealed out and pushed at his chest, Chan’s laughter mixing with your own as he continued with his attack. “Baby!” You whined, playfully squirming in his hold.

Chan’s arms slipped around your waist and held you fast, his lips trailing down to yours. His warm breath fanned across your face, leaving you completely defenseless. Then he pressed a searing kiss right to your lips, leaving you breathless when he pulled away. You stared up at him, a dazed look in your eyes.

“You’re not gonna wipe that one away now, are you?”

Lee Know:

"Honey? Is that you?" Minho's voice was soft, but it still broke through your post-work haze as you toed off your shoes by the door.

"Yeah Min, I'm home." You called back, shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up. Your scalp was screaming from being up in a bun all day, so you worked on wrestling out the bobby pins while you made your way to the living room.

You freed your hair from its confines just as you came around the corner, finding Minho’s gentle gaze peering back at you. He offered you a warm smile and patted the couch, beckoning you over.

“Hi love…” You said softly, plopping down beside Minho and letting him pull you into his side. You buried your head into the fabric of his hoodie and took a deep breath. “Missed you…”

Minho made a small cooing noise in the back of his throat and pet your hair gently. “Long day?”

“Only the longest… I just keep telling myself that this is my dream job…” You sighed, turning to rest your cheek against his chest.

“That bad, hm? You wanna talk about it?” Minho’s words sent tingles through your body from being pressed so close to him. You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

“It’s okay, I’m just tired."

"Okay." Minho responded, shifting so he could press a smooch to your forehead.

The kiss was loud and dramatic, and it made you giggle. Without thinking, you wiped at the excess spit his left on your forehead. "Minho! You slobbered me!" You exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend with a goofy grin on your face.

Minho was staring back at you. If looks could kill, you would be at death's door. It was as if his eyes were screaming at you, beyond offended at you wiping away his love. You couldn’t help but laugh and sat up, pressing your own kisses onto his skin in an apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Give me another kiss, I won't wipe it off again!"

Changbin:

Changbin, your love, your light, your life, had been annoying you to no end. This morning it had been his excessive screaming, this afternoon it had been his covers of random songs, and now he would not stop trying to teach you his rap parts in one of their new songs. And he was a really bad teacher.

"No, baby! The flow isn't right, you miss this syllable," He gestured to the lyrics written out in front of you, "and it really kills the rhythm. Let's try again!"

"Bin! I don't get it! I'm not a rapper!" You exclaimed, feeling more and more frustrated by his criticisms. Plus his hand writing was so bad that you could hardly read the lyrics in the first place.

Changbin pouted, grabbing your hand gently. “Can we try again? Please?” You groaned and slumped forward in your seat, laying your head on the table for a moment.

“Fineeee…” You said after a moment. Changbin smiled at the success of his pouting and started the track again.

This time, the word flowed from your lips like water in a stream. You didn't have near as much swagger as your boyfriend did while rapping, but you didn't sound bad by any means. When you chanced a glance over to Changbin, he was sitting there with stars in his eyes. You smiled despite yourself as the verse came to an end.

"So? Was that better?" You asked, leaning back in your chair.

"Was it better? That was great! My baby is a natural!" Changbin exclaimed, leaning over the table to press kisses to your cheeks.

You giggled and batted at him playfully. "I'm not a natural! You had to help me, silly!" Changbin stopped his attack and sat back, and you took the chance to wipe at all the kisses he left on your face. "That's for instilling me with false confidence." You snickered, smiling at him mischievously.

Changbin gasped and let out a dramatic whine. "Babyyyyy!! How could you?! Do you not love your Binnie??" You just started laughing, heart melting immediately at Changbin's cute pout.

"Noooo! Wait I'm sorry!" You laughed, getting up from your chair to hug your pouty boy. "I'll give you all the kisses you want, no more wiping them off!"

Hyunjin:

"Yah! Stay still!" Hyunjin barked at you from his seat in front of the canvas, throwing you a playful glare. You sighed and sat up straighter, trying your hardest to stay posed how he wanted you.

"Hyunnnn... my back is hurting!" You whined (because he didn't say anything about staying quiet). "Are you almost done?"

Hyunjin glanced at you again, his gaze softened. You knew he was starting to feel guilty for keeping you sat there for so long. He looked back to the canvas and started to work more diligently.

"Just a bit longer, okay? You look so beautiful, my love. I don't wanna rush..." Your boyfriend responded, his voice much less harsh now.

You nodded and settled in, keeping perfectly still and trying to ignore the burning that was slowly creeping up your spine. You distracted yourself by watching Hyunjin work. His long black hair was pulled up and away from his eyes, which were focused and calculating as he worked. He was just too pretty. It was unfair, honestly, but selfishly checking him out was your compensation so you couldn't complain too much.

Except for the fact that the pain in your back was getting harder to ignore.

You let out a loud, frustrated sigh before finally, finally, Hyunjin put down that godforsaken brush.

"Okay, okay, I'm done for now." He said, getting up and stretching. You did the same, trying to quell the fire in your muscles. "Come here, baby." You looked to see Hyunjin with his arms out, offering you a hug.

"I don't feel like I should hug you after that torture." You said, crossing your arms. Hyunjin smiled and shook his head, walking forward to wrap you up in his embrace anyway.

"Too bad, I missed you~" He hummed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but smile and melt into him. Hyunjin chuckled and stepped back, brushing your hair away from your face and giving you a loving look. You pulled a playful scowl back onto your face, which made him laugh once again. "You're cute..." He hummed, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead...

...which you promptly wiped right off, jumping up from your seat and making your way to the door.

Hyunjin caught you around the waist just before you could escape. "Yah! That's not nice! Don't wipe away my love!" He exclaimed, a playful lilt in his tone. You began to giggle gleefully, which made him growl in your ear. "Oh, you wanna laugh?"

You squealed as his fingers dug into your tickle spots, and through your laughter you cried out, "I'm sorry! I won't wipe them away again!"

Han:

When you heard the front door close, it was nearing 1am. This was much later than the time that Jisung promised to be home. You'd practically been worried sick, especially since he wasn't answering your calls or texts. But no, clearly he was fine- just ignoring his worried partner.

So there you sat, arms crossed, silently fuming as your lovely boyfriend came around the corner.

Immediately, you felt bad when you saw him. He looked so tired. His big eyes were bloodshot and framed with dark circles when they were usually bright and full of life, and he was a bit slouched as he walked. But still, he perked right up when he saw you, lips pulling into his big, gummy smile.

"Hi baby!" He said cheerfully. His voice would be a sharp contrast to his appearance, if it wasn't for the hoarseness from recording all day. You glanced at the clock once again and felt yet another pang of frustration.

"Hi Ji," You greeted, offering him a tight lipped smile. "Little late, isn't it? Why didn't you answer my texts? I was worried." Jisung visibly deflated at your words as he sat beside you and that made your heart wrench in your chest.

"Ah- it is late, huh? I'm sorry, baby. I got caught up editing tracks with Chan and my phone died. The studio doesn't have Apple chargers anymore, so I couldn't fix it and there's no clock so-," You cut off his rambling with a hand on his arm.

"Ji- calm down. It's okay, I was just worried, that's all. I'm glad you're home." You told him, offering him a smile to assure him that you were being genuine. Jisung relaxed, and you opened your arms to pull him into a hug. "You okay?"

He nodded against your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he pulled away and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You gave him a teasing look and dramatically wiped at the kiss, attempting to get a rise out of him.

That did not go over well, and instead of playing along, tears gathered in Jisung's eyes and his lips immediately pulled into a deep frown.

You laughed in disbelief and pulled him into another hug, holding the back of his head protectively.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry! I was just joking, please don't cry! I won't wipe any more off!"

Felix:

"Babe, are you gonna finish up soon? I'm bored..." You whined, laying face down on your boyfriend's bed, phone abandoned beside you. He'd been working on his PC for hours and you just wanted his attention.

"Impatient, hm?" Was all Felix said in response, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

You groaned loudly and kicked your legs. "Lix, it's been hours. I'm wasting away over here!" Felix just laughed, his deep chuckle sounding way too teasing.

You lifted your head and scowled at his back, wishing he'd set down those stupid tools and come pay attention to your before you literally went insane. As you glared at him, an idea crossed your mind. There was an old Tiktok couples prank that you had been wanting to try since you started dating... What better way to get back at him for ignoring you?

Felix was hunched over his keyboard at you approached him from behind, focused on screwing something into something else. When you reached him, you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his back, and wrapped him up in a back hug.

"Lix... pay attention to me..." You whispered in his ear, you voice overly sensual. Felix tensed up beneath you, and you heard his breathing pick up in the quiet of the room. "Oh? Was that all it took?" You teased, nipping at his earlobe before returning to your place on the bed.

It took about .5 seconds until Felix was on you, pushing you down onto the bed and kissing your feverishly. You giggled into the kiss, allowing him to cage you in just for a moment before you pushed at his chest. Felix pulled away and looked at you wildly, his cheeks and ears still bright red from when you flustered him.

You held eye contact with him as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, giving him a wink as you did so. Felix's face was shocked for a moment, but then he smiled. Fuck, you forgot about how much he was on Tiktok too.

"Did you try to prank me? Why don't I make you regret ever wiping my kisses off, then?"

Seungmin:

Today was one of those rare days that you had off from work. It was a small blessing after a hectic week of project reports and visits from your higher ups, and you were thankful to have some time to recooperate. Unfortunately, Seungmin was still working and you wouldn't see him until the evening.

Luckily he forgot to pack lunch today, so you had the perfect excuse to cook him something he liked and visit him at work.

When you knocked on the door to the practice room all he and his members were in, they had all just finished a dance practice. Seungmin couldn't help the goofy smile that took over his face when he saw you, which made you laugh. The boys teased him for a moment as they gathered their things, greeting you kindly when they filed out the door.

"How was practice?" You asked once everyone had left. Seungmin groaned dramatically and flopped onto the small couch near the door. You laughed and maneuvered him so you had some room to sit too. "That bad?"

"'S fine, just hardddd... my body hurts..." He whined, throwing an arm over his eyes. You hummed and patted his tummy, which made him groan again.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, love. Do you want some food?" Your question had him interested, so he removed his arm from over his eyes and looked at you.

"You brought me food?" He asked. You were almost offended at how surprised he looked.

"Duh, you forgot to pack anything this morning. I wasn't gonna let my baby starve!" Your words were teasing, but genuine, and you watched joyfully as Seungmin's cheeks got all rosy. He sat up and scooted towards you, wrapping you up in a hug and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It would've been a nice gesture if he wasn't so sweaty.

"Ah! You're getting me all gross with your sweat!" You cried, cringing at the hug and shying away from the kiss. Once he let you go, you immediately began wiping at your lips and trying to rid yourself of any residual boyfriend sweat.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna be like that? Wiping off my kisses?" Seungmin asked, giving you a challenging look. Without a second thought, you attempted to jump up and run away, only to be caught around the waist.

"Wait! I won't wipe them off again! Seungmin!"

I.N:

You considered messing with Jeongin to be a sort of art form, to say the least. He was clever, but he could also be gullible. That made pranks a 50/50 shot with him, either he figured you out immediately or he would fall for it hook, line, and sinker.

Today, you had devised a fool-proof plan to make sure that he would let you have your fun.

Couple pranks were something you had been wanting to try for a while. You didn't want to film them or post them or anything, you just purely liked a good, light-hearted prank and your boyfriend was a decent victim. There was one that had caught your attention back before you had started dating Jeongin, and it seemed like one he was unlikely to catch onto. Until you told him about it, at least.

It all started when you came back from grabbing groceries at the store. Errands were no fun to do alone, but since it was hard to go out in public together with Jeongin, you usually had no choice. It was all better when you got back home, though.

Jeongin had the weekend free from schedules, which was pretty uncommon. It also meant he was there to greet you when you came home instead of you waiting for him. He was sitting in the kitchen doing work on his computer when you came through the door.

A smile immediately broke out across his face when he saw you, his dimples greeting you just as eagerly. "Hi, babe. Need some help?" It wasn't really even a question he needed to ask, because he was already getting up to grab the bag from you before you could answer.

You smiled at him lovingly and set down the second bag. Jeongin set down the one he took beside it, and when you turned towards him, he captured your lips in a gentle kiss. You sighed into the kiss and cupped his cheek, drawing him in closer.

“Hi…” You whispered when you pulled away, still feeling those classic butterflies when you looked into his bright eyes. Jeongin giggled and leaned to kiss you again, just a peck this time, before he turned to start putting the groceries away.

“Was the store okay? I heard-,” Whatever he was gonna say next died on his tongue as he turned and looked to see you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Did… did you just wipe my kiss away?”

You couldn’t help but break out into laughter at his words and the look of pure confusion on his face. He didn’t look remotely offended, just confused.

“I’m sorry baby, it was just a prank!”

“Too bad, I’m never kissing you again.”

“Nooo!! I promise to never wipe off another one!”

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poppadom0912 · 7 months

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Together (Epilogue)

Warnings: Mentions of hospitals, injuries, kidnappings and death

Summary: Life moves on whether or not you want it to.

A/N: This is it my lovelies! It's lowkey been two months since I first released my baby into the world and you've received her with nothing but love. Thank you so much for all the support you've shown, it truly makes me want to write more and better.

I hope you enjoy the final part of this series. This has been so much fun and quite a wild ride. Lots of emotions, I won't lie, some parts really got deep but when you read this, it'll all be worth it. 🤍🙃

Did I lie about the fluff? ... I'm so sorry, I just couldn't resist😭

Previous Chapter / Series Masterlist

Black was not your favourite colour.

Some said it nicely complimented your red hair and you kind've looked badass but you couldn't see it. Besides the fact that it was slimming when you wore it, you tried to avoid the colour as much as possible. You much preferred the dark navy and greys instead.

That's why you hated wearing your dress uniform, even if it was for a joyous occasion.

Fixing the black suit, you sighed. According to your lawyer, showing up in uniform created more empathy and so not only were you wearing your uniform, but Jay too.

And Will… Well that was another conversation.

It had been two months since the kidnapping and things were, things were definitely different.

Due to circumstances, the trial had been pushed back a little. Well, their sentencing had, the trial went off without a hitch and all of Intelligence could attest to that but today was the day everyone found how for how long exactly they were going to be jailed.

Everyone had been bitter and rightly so.

Stepping back from the car door, you finished fixing your hair in the car window, happy that no baby hairs were sticking out and the gel was doing its job. You were asked for professional and so a bun seemed fitting.

Going around the car, Kelly joined you by your side but dressed casually. He wasn’t directly involved and your lawyer didn’t make a specific request. According to her, things could go sideways and things needed to look good on your side.

You envied the lack of black your boyfriend was wearing. And what annoyed you even more was the Jay’s uniform was more of a dark blue.

Jay fully healed over the past two months, no injuries for the naked eye to see but the scar was still there on his thigh, the trauma burned into his mind forever after. Similar could be said for you but while Jay was back on duty, you were still taking it slow and doing admin work at the firehouse after being a bored mess at home alone.

Therapy wasn’t much help. Your psychologist wasn’t the problem, in fact she was a darling, but not all things could be fixed. You eventually came to terms with the fact that this would never leave you. As a team, you’d have to turn a new page and keep on going, with the hopes that it became a distant memory no one had to recollect.

“Y/N.”

You could never get tired of hearing his voice, the tranquillity it brought you needed to be studied. His loving face sent you a soft smile, his eyes scrunching up in attempt to keep you calm and collected.

“Jay messaged me, they’re waiting inside.”

With a sigh, you interlocked hands and let Kelly lead the way inside the courthouse. Anxiety weighed down on you heavily, making it feel like you were walking through a sentient sludge that kept trying to pull you down.

A smile graced your lips but at the sight of your older brother in his dress blues, his entire crew by his side, your smile faltered. As soon as it began wobbling, your eyes burned as everything started to go blurry.

Your chest hurt too much, it suddenly felt like you were having a heart attack in the middle of the courthouse.

“Oh Y/N.” Jay sighed, enveloping you in his arms not a moment later. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out, huffing into the crook of his neck, being mindful not to mess up his uniform. “Gosh, I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

“Stop that, don’t apologise.” Jay chided, tutting alike to how Will would whenever you two got into trouble. Whenever Will did that, you knew his annoyance wouldn’t last long, he loved you and Jay too much to hold a grudge.

Shit, now your tears were rolling down your flushed cheeks and making small marks on Jay’s shoulder.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

Jay didn’t say anything for a long time. You were almost scared he wouldn’t answer you like last time. The more time past, the more you knew he wasn’t going to say anything and the same exact scene from two months ago flashed before your eyes, almost sending you into a fit of gut-wrenching tears. But Jay proved you wrong.

“I don’t know what to think anymore Y/N.”

*****

Maggie sighed, shoulders deflating as she sat on the hospital bed. It had been a long day.

Whenever she wanted a break from the ED, she usually found one of the rooms in the ICU where the patient was usually either unconscious or in a coma. The peace and quiet provided her the time and space to get back into tune with her thoughts before going back to being the charge nurse of the bustling emergency department.

Looking at this patient, she didn’t need to look at the chart to know what happened, she’d been in this particular room every single day since their arrival. This patient had a certain pull that made her want to know everything about their condition.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Sharon said, her voice calming as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. “Everyone was waiting downstairs, you missed it.”

“I know.” Maggie replied solemnly, her hands readjusting the blanket around the coma patient. “But they did it, right?”

“They did it.” Sharon confirmed as she moved to stand on the other side of the bed. It was great news, news that should’ve resulted in tears of joy but the charge nurse barely moved an inch.

“Life without parole.” There was a pause, beeping and the whooshing of machines filling the silence. “They weren’t going to settle for anything less.”

“Good.” Maggie replied, her lips pulled tightly together.

Neither of them said anything afterwards. There was still so much that needed to be discussed but the right people weren’t in the room currently. The one big question loomed heavily over them like a stormy cloud just waiting for the right moment to start raining.

“Take a break Maggie. Eat a little something before you join the rest of them.”

Without waiting for a reply, Sharon turned and left the room, mumbling she had a meeting in a few minutes when in reality, she hated being in this room as much as the next person.

Maggie stewed in her thoughts, too many flying all around the place for her to properly take a break.

“Still no change?”

Maggie’s silence was more than enough of an answer. She truly hated her job sometimes, especially when she had to break the news to waiting family members.

“No movement since you left last night.”

Jay’s eyes still filled with tears every time he was given news.

“Are we- Do you think we’re doing the right thing Maggie?” Jay tumbled over his words from where he stood in the doorway, too scared to enter the room. The sadness laced in his words made him sound so innocent and childlike, Maggie just wanted to hide and protect all three Halstead’s from the horrors of the world.

But looking at the coma patient on the bed, Maggie knew her words were biased.

*****

One week later

You were going crazy. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle this. You hated playing the waiting game.

It was in the middle of shift when you got the call. You were finally back to full time firefighting, Crocket deeming you fit and healthy two days ago to work again. The happiness that followed his news only lasted so long.

Your emotions were haywire. When you entered the ED for what felt like the billionth time, you felt your heart physically stop at the sight of a red eyed Maggie. From beside you, Jay was scarily silent, not breathing for a good minute.

But then she smiled, dimples and all.

Connor was supposed to tell you but he was rushed into an emergency surgery and entrusted the charge nurse to tell the two most important people in Will’s life the news.

“Will’s going to make a full recovery. There’s going to be quite a bit of rehab and physical therapy but he’s going to be just fine.”

And for the first time since their initial reunion in the warehouse just over two months ago, all three Halstead siblings would be together again.

It was going to be a long and difficult path to recovery. You and Jay had your own struggles and having Will in a coma only made it harder. But now, Will had the love and support of his baby brother and baby sister, the two people he did all of this for.

And yes, maybe Jay would reem his for being a stupid bastard, protecting them from literal criminals with his life. Obviously, you would chime in when necessary but the big goofy smile on your face did nothing.

All was well now. The future was looking bright for the most of it, guaranteed it be a bit rocky in the next coming weeks that would consist of a gruelling recovery process but at the end of the tunnel, you were all coming out stronger than ever.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Merry Christmas, Baby(ies)

pairing: Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey ➳synopsis: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, The Seresins were preparing for a birth to announce ➳warnings: pregnancy, child birth, c-sections, a little bit of trauma, Jake's family, a dash of angst. ➳Word count: 5.5k Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist

➳ note: no, this isn't the fourth installment of the Opposites Attract world, I am still working on that (cause idk where I wanna go with it) but MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS:)

Since Jake was little, he had always loved Christmas. His mother always went all out, pulling out the boxes of decorations the second the last plate from thanksgiving was clean and put away. She would spend the next week decorating the house from head to toe. Garland, pine cones, lights, candy canes, and Christmas trees covered the house. Each room had its own sort of decorative vibe to it, and had its own box that went with it. Jake’s four older sisters could care less about decorating, but Jake was a momma’s boy and would spend hours helping his mom hang ornaments on trees.

That same love for Christmas followed Jake throughout his teenage years and even to adulthood. His first deployment was over Christmas and he somehow managed to get a small Christmas tree on board and set it up in his room. He could remember his first Christmas with Y/N, and fell even more in love with realizing that she too, had the same love for Christmas. They went all out buying their own Christmas tree, and setting up their own Christmas traditions. Their Christmases seemed to get even better when they had kids.

This year though, instead of going to Texas like they usually did, Y/N had invited Jake’s parents and sisters to San Diego for Christmas Eve. However, Jake didn’t know that was Y/N’s plan and had already invited the Dagger Squad over for Christmas Eve as well. It sent Y/N into a bit of a panic as she looked down at her eight month swollen belly, but she put on a bright smile and said:

“The more the merrier!”

But now, she was slowly regretting saying that, as she looked at the house full of guests. Jolene and George had arrived on December 22nd, because Jolene wanted to help get groceries and wrap gifts for her grandkids. George would have cared less about being there so early. The next to arrive was Jake’s sister Andrea, and her husband Kyle and their kids, and Jessica and her partner Emily showed up on the 23rd, staying in an AirBnB near Jake and Y/N’s house.

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to be this hot,” Y/N groaned as she sat down on the back patio watching the kids play with their cousins.

“It’s not even that hot,” Jake’s twin sister, Hillary said. Hillary and Y/N hardly got along, but Y/N tried to remain civil towards her.

“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” Jolene asked, walking out to the backyard. Part of the reason why Hillary didn’t like Y/N was because she got along somewhat well with Jolene. Jolene was almost exactly how the song described; red hair teased to the high heavens, pale skin, and electric green eyes just like Jake’s. Y/N was surprised that at least one of her kids didn’t have red hair.

“I’m good, thank you, Mrs. Seresin,” Y/N smiled.

“Oh baby, you have carried five of my grandbabies now,” Jolene smiled, “You can call me Jolene.”

Y/N blushed and nodded as Eli ran up to her and climbed on the couch. He cuddled into her, pressing his face into her bump. She smiled and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“What have you been doing, baby?” Y/N asked her youngest, as of right now, son.

“I gotta take a break,” He sighed and flopped his arms out dramatically, “Can’t keep up with Alex and Tyler and Ella and Derek and Joanie and-”

“Hard being the youngest, isn’t it,” Andrea, Jake’s eldest sister said, “Tyler and Joanie aren’t being mean are they?”

“No Auntie Drea,” Eli shook his head, “My legs just little.” Y/N giggled and Eli climbed back off the couch and ran towards his cousins.

“Gosh he reminds me of Jake,” Jessica said and sat down next to Y/N, “What about these two? Who do you think they’ll be like?” Jessica placed her hand gently on Y/N’s bump.

“Maybe if she found out the gender,” Hillary mumbled and sipped her wine.

Y/N brushed off her comment, “I think they’ll be like Jake. I think they all take after Jake in some way.”

“Especially Ella!” Andrea shook her head with a laugh, “That girl reminds me so much of him. She even has his little half smile. And those dimples! Gosh, they are twins.”

“Gossiping about me?” It was as if Jake had heard them say his name and he leaned over the couch. He placed a kiss on the top of his wife’s head, “How are things?”

“She’s been complaining about the heat,” Hillary rolled her eyes.

“You would be too if you were carrying twins and ready to pop,” Jessica said defending Y/N, “Besides, momma deserves to be comfortable. Can’t imagine what it feels like having your house bombarded like this during the final weeks.”

“It’s because she’s a trooper,” Jake came around the couch and sat down next to his wife. He put one arm around her and his hand went to her bump. He rubbed it gently and bent down to place a kiss on it.

“How is fixing up the nursery with dad?” Andrea asked and Jake sighed.

Over the years, Jake had slowly started to patch up the rocky relationship he had with his father. After the birth of Eli, Jake had realized that George had hardly ever wanted to see his grandkids or talk to them, and it hurt Jake. His sisters told him that it wasn’t just Jake’s kids that George didn’t gel well with, it was all his grandkids, but Jake didn’t see it that way. George was always so kind and caring when it came to his sister’s kids, but was kind of cold when it came to Jake’s brood. So, Jake sat down with him and talked to him about how it hurt him and George had apologized.

“Trying to tell me how to put a crib together, like I haven’t put together three in the past ten years,” Jake rolled his eyes, “It’s fine. He’s inside, probably complaining about me to mom. Which, I don’t care about anymore.”

“Well that certainly changed,” Hillary mumbled. And Jake glared at her, “What? You used to care so much about Dad’s opinion and approval of you. Everything changed when you met. . .”

Y/N shifted in her spot and looked down at the tea mug in her hands. Jake clenched his jaw and pulled Y/N in closer to him. He knew of Hilliary’s dislike for Y/N and couldn’t figure out why. All Hilliary ever said was Y/N was just too different than Jake, and it would never work. Jake thought it was maybe because she wasn’t at his wedding. But then again, no one was really at the wedding since they just did it on a whim. His mother and other sisters were a bit upset about it, but they forgave him for it seeing how in love Y/N and Jake were.

“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Jake said, “I’m too old to be begging Dad for his approval. It’s his loss for being a jerk and not wanting to get to know his grandkids.”

“It is, Jake, and I’m sorry that he’s being like that,” Andrea said sincerely, “He’ll come around someday. Maybe once he has another heart attack.”

“That’ll be the damn day,” Jessica laughed, “I’ve been with Emily for over fifteen years and he still asks about how we’ve had kids.”

“Science has not caught up to the old man,” Jake shook his head.

“He’s still ordering things from infomercials. . . you think he’s understanding how in vitro fertilization works,” Andrea added and all four Seresin kids broke out in laughter.

— — —

“I don’t want to wear tights!” Ella pouted and Y/N sighed.

It was Christmas Eve and the house was already filled with members from the Dagger squad. Bob was the first to arrive like always, this time dragging along his girlfriend Maggie. He was bringing her over for the first time, and thought a perfect time to meet the whole Dagger Squad would be at Christmas. Christmas with nine aviators and their families was an interesting event. Every year they got too drunk off of Fireball and spiked Eggnog. Everyone knew that Christmas was a make or break, those who could hang with the squad got to stay.

Jake was already down stairs with the boys, being the best host like his mother taught him to be. He was mixing drinks and creating laughs at the built in bar that he so badly had to have in the house. Jolene was getting along great with Penny, Y/N’s mom Clara and Sarah Kazansky (who Jake and Y/N always invited her and her kids to Christmas).

“Ella, you have to wear tights with your Christmas dress,” Y/N tried again to get her six year old to put her white tights on. She wanted to try and cover the large scrapes on her knees from falling off her skateboard last week, but Rooster told her she looked cool and now she was against covering them up.

“No!” Ella crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine then, I’ll tell Santa no gifts.”

“Santa’s not real. Uncle Fanboy told me last week.”

“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled under her breath and made a mental note to talk to Fanboy about ruining kids' dreams, “Please. Put your tights on.”

Ella shook her head again and Y/N gave up on trying to put tights on her, knowing that this battle was one she was not going to win. Y/N waddled down the stairs slowly as Ella ran up to her dad, Uncle Rooster and Fanboy. Jake picked up the girl and spun her around in a circle. Rooster couldn’t help but chuckle at the exposed scrapes on her knees.

“Wasn’t winning the tight argument?” Jake asked as Y/N made her way to the kitchen.

“No, and I’m not fighting with her anymore. Even pulled the Santa card, but someone,” Y/N looked at Fanboy, ''said he’s not R-E-A-L.”

Fanboy whistled as he picked up his drink and got off his barstool, going to both Payback and Stella. Jake chuckled and set Ella down to go run off with her cousins and friends. He moved to stand behind Y/N, running his hands over her very tight bump and frowned.

“Are you having contractions?”

“No,” Y/N said, “It’s been like this all day. And my back is killing me. I put the band on to try and help but it’s not.”

“Maybe it’s back labor,” Rooster said, casually sipping his drink. Y/N glared at him, “Hey! Remember the last time you said you weren’t in labor?? Yeah, Floyd ended up catching that crotch goblin.” As if he knew he was being talked about, Eli ran by with a can of whipped cream in his hand.

“Who the hell gave him that,” Jake said, and went to chase after the three year old. Y/N looked up to see Javy and Payback with smirks on their faces.

“I’m not in labor. I still have three weeks to go,” Y/N said and grabbed a glass of lemonade, “This isn’t like last time and I am not about to ruin Jesus’s birthday by having twins.”

“Would beat the bible story,” Rooster smiled and Y/N rolled her eyes. She walked towards the living room where some of the other women were. She sat down next to her mom, who was deep in conversation with Penny and Jolene about something. Dragon was sitting on the other side of her and tapped her arm.

“What’s with Ella’s knees?” The Trace girl asked.

“Her and Alex were seeing who could go down the hill at the park the fastest. Ella took a tumble and now refuses to wear tights,” Y/N said and Dragon stifled a laugh.

“God she’s like Bagman.”

“You didn’t tell them it was dangerous?” Hilliary asked and Jolene scolded her, “What? Ella could’ve gotten seriously hurt. I mean, Eli just had a cast on his arm like two weeks ago.”

“They’re kids,” Jolene said, “Kids get hurt. They break bones in the morning and are running in the afternoon.”

“Oh boy do they. One time Y/N was. . .” Clara fell into a story about how Y/N and her brother Thomas got into a scooter race around their cul-de-sac and crashed into each other, resulting in both breaking their wrists.

The rest of the night went along without a hitch. Jake and George had spent all day cooking up two turkeys and a ham for dinner. Jolene, Andrea, and Jessica cooked most of the sides. Y/N tried to help, but Jolene had told her to sit and watch, not wanting her to do anything too strenuous. Even though they had cooked tons of food, people still brought dishes to share. Y/N was slightly overwhelmed by the amounts of food on her kitchen counters. But she knew how the Dagger Squad was, and knew that almost every single thing would be gone and they would happily take leftovers home.

Jake had gotten the kids plates and set them at their own table off to the side of the main dining room. That was one thing that Jake had added when he built the house. He had put in a big main dining room that would then open up to a smaller dining room so for dinners like this, the kids weren’t completely shunned to another room and out of sight. He hated that growing up, how the kids were always in another part of the house, out of sight out of mind. Javy, Payback and their wives also liked the idea so they could see their children as well.

Y/N let out a slow breath as she pushed the green beans around her plate and rolled her shoulders back. The pain in her lower back was gradually getting worse, and she tried to push through it with no complaint. Jake had been watching her the whole night, seeing as she asked her mother several times to rub her back for her. He knew that this was probably the early stages of labor, but Y/N was stubborn. Hell, everyone knew how stubborn she was, the birth of Eli Seresin proved that.

“Babe,” Jake whispered over to her, putting his hand on her thigh, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said, her voice shaky.

“Are you sure? Are you having contractions?”

“No,” Y/N said, and squeezed his hand, “I promise, I’m not having any contractions.” Jake nodded and leaned over to kiss his wife. She giggled into the kiss, and pulled him in close.

“Really?” They broke apart, both looking like two teens that had just gotten caught by their parents, but in reality it was just Hilliary giving Y/N a glare, “Is that how you got into that situation?”

Y/N looked down at her swollen belly, and ran her hand over it. Jake had had enough of his sister’s sly comments towards Y/N for the past few days. He knew how much the things Hilliary said bothered Y/N. He had spent one too many nights comforting her while she cried and asked why his twin sister hated her. He respected Y/N’s wishes on not confronting his sister, but between his dad being on him for different things and seeing his wife cower under his sister’s glare, Jake had enough.

“What is your problem?” Jake asked and Y/N felt her heartbeat start to rise. She felt all eyes snap to both of them as Hilliary looked like a deer in the headlights, “You’ve been a bitch this whole time.”

“Jacob!” Jolene scolded.

“He’s not wrong,” Andrea mumbled, taking a sip of her wine.

“I haven’t done anything to her,” Hillary pointed out, “Just pointing out that not everyone wants to see you two making out at the dinner table.”

“That was hardly making out,” Jake scoffed, and rolled his eyes, “God, Hillary! You’ve not had a single nice thing to say about Y/N since you met her! She’s been nothing but nice to you!” Jake yelled.

“I don’t have to be nice to her!” Hillary yelled, “She hasn’t done anything but stay at home, shoot out kids, and munch off of our-”

“Oh,” Y/N gasped as she felt a sudden rush of warmth between her legs. She looked down at her chair and then back up at Jake who’s jaw dropped. Clara was thankfully sitting next to Y/N, and grabbed a napkin off the table to try and cover up the wet spot on her dress. Rooster and Bob stood up from their spots and ran over to the other side of the table.

“Fucking great,” Hillary grumbled, “And now she’s turned Christmas all about-”

“Would you shut up for a damn second!” Dragon yelled at the Seresin girl, “Are you okay?”

“Sweets,” Jake said, and grabbed his wife’s hand.

“It’s early,” She looked at him frightened, “Oh god.”

“I’ll get the car!” George spoke up, and Jake and Jolene both looked at him in shock. George Seresin never had anything to do with his childrens’ birth. In fact, Jolene didn’t have him in the room during a single one of her four kids’ births. He sat in the waiting room until it was over.

“Her bag is upstairs by the-”

“I got it!” Jessica said, and ran towards the Seresin bedroom.

“Val, Maggie, help me take the kids down stairs,” Stella said, standing up from her chair and over to where the kids had noticed the commotion at. There were little sounds of protest as the women corralled the kids down to the basement, but the second that Fanboy stood up and said that Santa was on his way, they all cheered and followed him to the basement.

“What do you need?” Jake asked his wife, as Rooster rubbed her shoulders as she started to feel contractions.

“I’d like to change my clothes,” Y/N let out a breath, “But I want to get to the hospital first.”

“Are you gonna shoot out these two on the floor like Eli?” Rooster asked and Y/N glared at him, “Hey, I just want to be prepared in case I gotta catch a kid again.”

“You didn’t even catch the last one,” Bob said and Y/N let out a groan.

“Dad’s out front with the car,” Jessica said, walking back into the dining room, handing Jake the go-bag, “We’ll stay here and put the kids to bed and everything.”

“Thank you,” Jake said, and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Oh, they're gonna hate us,” Y/N groaned, “We won’t be here to open gifts.”

“I will record it,” Andrea said, “And Kyle promised to dress up as S-A-N-T-A. They will be distracted. Now, go have these babies.” Andrea kissed Y/N’s cheek and then hugged her brother.

Hillary was standing in the corner of the room as she walked Jake carefully guiding his laboring wife to the car. She never thought that the argument was going to lead to her water breaking and that fact that her nieces or nephews were going to be born early. Hillary let out a gasp as she covered her mouth with her hand. She knew the dangers of having babies early, she was a nurse for christ sake, and she knew the dangers of having twins early. Hillary somehow found it in her to run after Jake and Y/N, catching a glimpse as Rooster shut the car door and George pulled out of the driveway.

— — —

Y/N let out a small scream as she braced her hands on the bed, swaying back and forth gently as she worked through a contraction. Clara was rubbing her back, and Jake was holding her hair back in case she were to get sick again. Y/N was used to contractions and going through labor without pain meds. She had Eli on her bedroom floor, totally unmedicated. But these contractions were the worst she had ever felt and she was waiting until she could get her epidural.

They had been in the hospital for a little over four hours, and it was officially Christmas Morning. Andrea had sent Jake a picture showing the three older Seresin kids were asleep in Jake and Y/N’s bed. Jake had also sent an apology to the Dagger Squad group chat, but they were all more excited to find out if they were welcoming two boys, two girls or one of each into the family. Jolene and George were sitting in the waiting room, both of them not wanting to leave their son and his wife, both too excited to meet their grandchildren.

“God it hurts so much,” Y/N cried and Jake looked over at the contraction monitor, “Momma.”

“It’s almost over,” Clara said, rubbing her daughter’s back. She had been there twice before to see her give birth and it never got easier to see her daughter in pain.

“Jake, can you find the doctor?” Y/N asked and Jake nodded, running to the nurses station, “Where’s dad?”

“Getting more ice chips,” Clara answered, and Y/N started to move to sit back down on the medicine ball. Clara grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and tied Y/N’s hair up in a bun, “Do you need water?”

“I need a fucking epidural,” Y/N groaned as Jake walked back in, the anesthesiologist and their main nurse, Vera, behind him, “Thank god!” Jake laughed as the nurse handed Y/N the paperwork and the anesthesiologist walked her through the steps of the epidural. Even though Y/N was having twins, she still wanted to do a vaginal birth, and both her midwife and OB agreed to make that happen the best that they could.

“We’re going to get you positioned on the bed,” The anesthesiologist said. Jake, and Clara helped Y/N sit on the side of the bed, Jake standing between her legs like he had done for the first two kids. He ran his dull fingers over her hair, scratching at her scalp lightly. Clara stepped out in the hallway, giving them some privacy as James rounded the corner.

“Babies time?” James asked and Clara shook her head.

“Getting drugs,” Clara said, “You know. . . these are our last grandchildren.”

“I have faith in Carson to stop being an idiot,” James said, putting his arm around his wife, “Until then, yes, these are our last grandbabies.” Clara laughed and James kissed her forehead.

“Deep breath, Y/N,” The doctor said and Y/N sucked in a breath and squeezed Jake’s hands as the needle went into her back. She felt that same warm sensation she had felt before and let out the breath she was holding. Jake kissed her forehead, and whispered words of encouragement as they got ready to place the epidural needle in.

Y/N closed her eyes as she felt the needle prick her skin. Jake held her hands tightly as Y/N let out a slow breath through pursed lips, and counted down the seconds until it was over. She felt her body relax a bit as the needle was removed from her skin.

“All done, you should feel it start to set in soon,” The doctor said, and Jake helped Y/N lay down on her side in bed.

“Need anything else, Y/N?” Nurse Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “You’re dilating at a good rate. Going to have some Christmas Babies.”

“Yay,” Y/N said, giving her a smile. Jake squeezed her ankle, and rubbed her calf.

— — —

It was about fifteen minutes later that Y/N started to feel weird. Jake had gone to the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone momentarily. She blinked her eyes a couple times, feeling her head start to swim and her hands tingle. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong.

“Jake?” Y/N called out to him, and tried to pull herself out of bed, but was too weak to even raise her arm up. Jake had just walked out of the bathroom, and his eyes went wide. Her color was gone, and he could see a thin layer of sweat all over her body.

“Sweets, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I-I-” Y/N felt out of breath as she tried to reach for Jake but couldn’t even move an inch. Jake reached for the call button, pressing it rapidly. He cursed, and ran for the door, going to the nurses station.

“Something is wrong with my wife,” Jake rushed out in a panic. The nurses at the desk quickly got up and followed him into Y/N’s room, as alarms started going off.

“Baby B is in distress,” Nurse Vera said.

“Her heart rate has dropped,” Beverly, Y/N’s midwife said, “We need to move. Call up to an OR.” Beverly hit a button above Y/N’s bed, and a swarm of nurses and doctors came in, pushing Jake out of the way to get to Y/N.

“Jake!” Y/N called out to him. Nurse Vera grabbed the oxygen mask from the wall, and put it on Y/N’s face. Other nurses and techs got Y/N’s hospital bed ready to move towards the operating room. Jake tried to get close to her, but another nurse pushed him towards the back of the room.

“Ready to move,” A tech said and Beverly nodded. Y/N looked around the room, her vision becoming blurry both from tears and from the blood rushing out of her head. She tried to reach her hand out towards Jake.

“Jake!” She yelled a little bit loud.

“You’re okay! Just breathe! I’ll be right there!” Jake called out to his wife. Y/N kept her hands on her belly protectively as they took her right down to the operating room. He tried to follow them out into the hallway but he was stopped, “Get your damn hands off of me, and let me go with.”

“You can’t go with her, I’m sorry,” A nurse said, “You need to go wait in the waiting room.”

“The fuck I am!” Jake yelled as Clara and James ran around the corner.

“What’s going on?!” Clara asked, “Where did they take her?!” If there was one person no one wanted to piss off it would be Clara Y/L/N.

“Your daughter’s heart rate dropped and the twins went into distress,” The nurse explained, “She’s being taken back into an emergency c-section. We will update you when we can. But I’m sorry, you can’t go back with her.” The nurse turned on their heel and went towards the direction they took Y/N without any further explanation. Jake ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the ends of his blonde locks. Clara let out a soft sob as James pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go wait,” James said, and put a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

James had slowly become more of a father figure in his life than his own father ever had. He always knew what to say, and gave Jake comfort in moments like this. Jake nodded and wiped a tear from his cheek, as he followed his in-laws out into the lobby. Jake’s own parents had left to go and help Andrea prepare things for Christmas morning. He sat down in an uncomfortable leather chair with a sigh.

Jake looked around the waiting room and saw that it was pretty much empty except for a few people. Most people were probably asleep in their beds, holding onto their loved ones as they prepared for an exciting Christmas Morning of opening gifts and spending it with their families. Jake’s lip quivered as he thought about his family. How his wife was all alone and vulnerable, being cut open and having their last babies delivered. He wanted nothing more than to be laying in bed, surrounded by his five kids and his wife in matching Christmas pajamas that were way too hot for anyone to stay in for too long.

Jake put his arm on the armrest of the chair, and leaned his head on his fist. He knew this was going to take awhile, so he thought he might as well get comfortable and wait. He slowly fell asleep, and dreams of future Christmases with his family filled his mind.

— — —

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, well as deep as she could take, as she started to wake up. She wasn’t sure what had happened and everything was a blur. The lights were bright and she kept her eyes closed, as she tried to sit up, but let out a loud groan. It felt like she had done about a million crunches, and her hands went to her belly, finding that where her bump once was, was now a large scar. Tears started to fill her eyes as she tried to fill in the blanks on what had happened.

“Sweets?” Jake called out softly, his hand going into hers. Her eyes opened and she looked at Jake, “What’s wrong?”

“Where are my babies?” Y/N whimpered out.

“They’re okay,” Jake said, running a hand over her hair. She looked better than she did when they whisked her away. Her color was somewhat back, and her eyes looked more alive. She tried to push herself up again, but Jake gently pushed her back down on the bed. He took the remote for the bed, and sat her up a bit. She whispered out a thanks, and then pointed towards the water cup on the table in front of her. Jake grabbed it and helped her sip from the straw.

She gently pushed the cup away from her, “What happened?”

“Your heart rate dropped,” Jake said, “And it caused the boys to go into distress. They took you for an emergency c-section. Everything went okay, they are resting down in the NICU.”

“Boys?” Y/N quipped, “I have two boys? We have two boys?”

“We had two boys,” Jake smiled and Y/N returned it with one of her own. He leaned forward and kissed his wife, “I’ll go get Nurse Vera so you can go see them.” Y/N nodded and Jake went to go find the nurse.

It was the most painful experience ever, getting from the bed to a wheelchair so she could go see her newborn twins. Jake pushed her down the hallway, going ever so slowly to not hit anything that would jostle Y/N’s body. Clara and James were currently in the NICU nursery, making sure that somewhere was there for each of the twins. They had let Jolene and George know that they had two more grandsons to add to their family.

“Alright, you ready?” Nurse Vera asked as Jake wheeled Y/N up to the door of the nursery, “We’re going to have you guys do skin to skin, each of you will take a twin, and then switch. We want you to try and see if they will latch.”

Y/N nodded and Jake pushed the chair into the room. She gasped seeing the two incubators in the otherwise bare room. There was a rocking chair in the middle of them.

“Do you want to sit in the rocking chair?” Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “That’s alright. We will start with baby A.” Vera put on a gown, gloves and a mask. Jake stood behind Y/N’s chair and watched as Vera carefully took the newborn out of the incubator, “He is four pounds seven ounces, and eighteen point four inches. He’s your little one. Jake, I'm going to have you untie the back of Y/N’s gown and pull it down slightly, exposing her chest.”

Jake nodded and did what Vera instructed. Y/N felt a bit vulnerable, but then Vera placed the baby against her chest, and Y/N felt tears in her eyes. Vera draped a blanket over Y/N and the baby, to keep them both warm. Jake gently caressed her shoulder and looked down at his son. He could tell that he had her nose but his green eyes, and Jake could see the faintest color of red in his hair.

“Maxwell,” Y/N said and looked up at Jake, “Maxwell Glen Seresin.”

“I love it,” Jake said, and kissed the top of her head.

“Alright Jake, take a seat in the rocker please, and strip the shirt off,” Vera said and Jake sat down in the rocker and took his shirt off, “This is Baby B. He is five pounds ten ounces, and nineteen point two inches long.” Vera placed the baby against Jake’s chest. Jake immediately tilted his head down to sniff the top of the newborn's head. His heart clenched a bit, realizing that this was the last time he’d ever get that newborn baby smell.

“Jasper Thomas,” Jake said looking at his wife, “What do you think?”

“I like it,” Y/N said, rubbing her son’s back, “Jasper and Maxwell,” She sighed and looked at Jake, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Jake smiled, and then looked down at his son asleep on his chest, “This is the best Christmas ever.”

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starjii · 3 months

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“Mine.” (I was always yours, but why won’t you stay mine? pt 2 wowowowo)

Hihi @helloanime heres ur part 2 :3

Han jisung x gn reader, yes!! Angst?? W fluff (if you squint) (they get back tgth😋)

wc: 600+

Months. It’s been months since you broke up with Jisung.

Months without his touch, months without his kisses,

Months of living with only the memory of his eyes at night.

Days of thinking about the message he sent you.

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Messages

(Jisung<3)

‘Baby?’

‘I was foolish. Foolish months then.’

‘I’m a mess without you- I’m so stupid. I love you. I love you so much it hurts.’

‘I can’t help but write songs about you.’

…..

‘Please come back’

‘Give me another chance, y/n?’

‘I swear I’ll love you. I’ll love you endlessly.’

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You’re stuck in bed, staring at his messages in the dark. Your heart races at the possible things this could play out as.

You could get back together. (That would be the best.) Or, you never speak again. Or maybe friends?

Your poor lower lip is nearly bruised as you chew on it. The loud sounds of your heartbeat just pressure you into sending a message back—

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Messages

(Jisung<3)

‘Lets talk. At my house tomorrow. I need to talk to you in person.’

‘Oh my god’

‘Okay’

‘I’ll be there’

‘What time’

‘?’

‘8pm?’

‘Alright’

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Well, what's done is done. You decide to fall into slumber, to prepare for tomorrow.

Gosh you couldn’t even get used to his absence.

★————————-彡

The next night, as you prepare dinner— the doorbell rings.

Him.

Its him.

“A-ah- um.. y/n.. hi..” Jisung shyly greets. His voice is raspy. It’s in the same condition as when he’d stay up too long, or cry.

You can barely handle the darkening eyebags under his soft red ringed eyes.

“Come in. You can.. sit down in the living room. I’m making dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. I need food, don’t I?”

“O-oh.. right..”

“Have you eaten?”

“…”

You stare at him, already knowing of the answer.

“I made enough for two.”

Jisung begins to chew on his lower lip. Bruises form on his skin, mirroring the ones on your own. He can taste his own blood on his lips.

“It’s.. your favorite. Just— come in.”

★——————彡

Jisung quietly brings up the spoonful of hot food to his mouth. His mouth engulfs it, his taste buds savoring the taste. He loves your cooking. It makes him miss you more.

“So,” You begin as you chew on your own serving. “What do you want to talk to me about? The fact that you prefer your career over a relationship?”

“It’s not—“ He gulps. “…Look, I’m stupid for that. I just.. it was nearing comeback season.” His eyes slowly move to look at you, glimmering. The light just absorbs into his eyes. It makes everything dark.

“..Jisung.” You look at his own eyes which are drowning in tears. His lips are quivering.

“P-please- just come back to me- I can’t- I- I can barely sleep- h-h-a-ahnd—“ He staggers out short lived breaths. His heartbeat, so loud, too fast.

Perhaps he never wanted to lose you after all.

“Jisung. Breathe. I’m here.. shhh…” You console him, taking him into your arms. It feels.. weird, odd.

He hesitates. Should he melt into your arms, that way he can’t leave? Be a part of you forever? Pull away?

But he isn’t in the state to think properly. So he buries his face into your neck; he’s desperate for you.

“Sniffle.. I love you y/n.”

You pause. Then sigh. You love him.

“..please.. come back?” He pleads like a child. Raspily.

You pull away, to wipe his tears off his soft cheeks. Then you kiss him softly on the lips. Salty with his tears.

Perhaps you could give him another chance after all.

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#han jisung x male reader #jisung x reader #han jisung x gn reader #han jisung x female reader #han jisung x reader #skz x male reader #skz x female reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x female reader

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theglitterypages · 10 months

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✨𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻✨

OC fem! Character x Hawks

Summary: After All Might's resignation, the crime rate in Japan got higher, the government asked for the aid of some Pro Heroes overseas. A hero with fairy like powers was sent to work under Hawks' agency.

Prologue

Hawks stepped out of the car and he immediately waved to the reporters and the cameras flashing as he walks towards the entrance of the building.

"Hawks! Hawks! Is it true that a pro hero who graduated as a top student from overseas will start working here as a pro hero? Is she gonna be under your agency? Why did she moved in here? Is it because the crime rates since All Might retired increased?!"

Right. This was it, the cat is out of the bag now. A month ago, he heard the same rumor from heroes that he met from time to time and he got curious as to what's the big deal with this pro hero moving to Japan but when he was called by the hero commission, Hawks realized that she must've been a real big shot.

The journalist and photographers were all over the place, Hawks hissed. His senses are dialed into 100, which is why he's hyperaware of everybody around him which is why he walked faster, not liking the feeling of being crowded by a lot of people. He's usually fine with reporters bombarding him with their questions but right now his priority is to escape them.

Endeavor's agency was the first pick for this pro hero but Hawks has heard from the commission that she firmly disagreed to work with Endeavor and Hawks almost rolled his eyes at the thought. What's wrong with her? Working with the top 1 is the dream of most heroes so why did she decline?

Well maybe now he'll find out. Hawks, carefully avoided the journalists' questions by giving them ambiguous answers.

Before the press conference Hawks was escorted on a waiting room. As he got bored waiting for the superstar of this day, Hawks played with his crimson wings and before he even knew it he heard high heels tapping on the floor.

"I'm so sorry for being late, I got dragged by the press. Gosh we didn't have to do this, it's too flashy. I prefer to work right away."

Hawks stood up, preparing to greet her the moment she comes in but he was left in awe. He didn't make an effort to research this woman but she's the definition of majestic beauty. Her wings closely resembles the wings of butterfly, the combination of blue, lavender and pearlescent pink with its glittered outlines made her stood out even more.

She even wears a flower crown, her clear blue eyes met his hawk like eyes when she tucked her silver hair behind her ear.

"Ohayo." She greeted, her wings folded on her back as she bowed down. Hawks blinked, imitating her before he reached out his hand for a handshake. "Ohayo, I'm Hawks and you are?" Her peach colored glossy lips curled into a small and shy smile.

"Forest Hero: Fae..."

Her voice is perfectly suited for her face, she sounds sweet and graceful. And Hawks' senses is flooded by her scent. He cleared his throat, "Well since you declined the job at Endeavor san's agency, I received your recommendation. Wecome to my agency, I guess." Hawks fixed his tie, his eyes still fixated on her form, waiting for her response.

Fae's eyes traveled from Hawks' head to toe. The winged hero is probably an inch two taller than her, and he has this beautiful sharp hawk like eyes, with bright red wings.

She's been doing some research about him, and she finds out that he's one of the youngest pro heroes to rise in the hero rankings, and as if that's not an impressive fact, she also found out that this man has established an agency after a short span of working as a pro hero.

She was told that a press conference was prepared to welcome her arrival in Japan though she disliked the idea of a loud crowded place, she knew that as a working pro hero she needs to appear in public every now and then though she'd like to work right away if you'll ask her.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble, I have my personal reasons and issues as to why I declined the position offered in his agency. But is the press con necessary?"

Hawks chuckled and shrugged, "Well since the commission wants it, then it is necessary. You're quite the big shot for these journalists so it's better to handle them now rather than deal with them once you started working." Hawks tried weighing things down since he arrived and he realized that the journalists won't stop pestering them if they won't get anything from them so he figured it would be best to get her attend this press conference with him rather than let her be bombarded by reporters left to right while she's on patrol.

"Oh right, so are we gonna go there now or you have some reminders for me?"

Hawks stuffed his hands in his pockets. He let out a deep breath before he looked at her seriously.

"Yeah just one thing. Don't tell them that you've been invited to transfer here because of the high crime rate. We wouldn't want to give the civilians unnecessary worry."

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twiceland · 5 months

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oh my gosh okay first of all happyyyy wednesday (it is wednesday in my timezone hehe) to everyone !!! today i hit 1k followers after having this blog since october 2022, and i feel ever so grateful for all of you, mutuals or not, for supporting me throughout this wild ride <//3 i'm currently in exam season (i'm crying inside) so i haven't been very active this year but i am still so happy and excited and ahhhh!!!!!! this means so much to me and honestly i can't even believe that we're here in this moment but wahshjdfhgjshd thank you all soooooo much <3 to celebrate, i decided to write mini email looking notes for some of my mutuals! please don’t be offended if i didn’t write an email for you; if you would like an email and we are mutuals please send me an ask and i will 100% write you one!!!!

to: miru ( @rosiesared ) subject: my fav yunjin stan

MIRUUUUU <3 i still cannot believe we’ve been friends for almost two years. you are genuinely one of the kindest people i know and one of the most genuine ones i know. you’re always there when i just wanna talk and ramble and we ramble together and i adore you for that 🥹 i remember us meeting and me being intimidated as fuck by you but u are the sweetest and have the most amazing personality 💖💖💖💖 i’m so proud of you always I LOVE U TO BITSSSSS

to: isai ( @solojihyo : @yosang ) subject: jihyo’s wife ( real !!! )

MY CLUMSY BLOB <3 hi my love!!! you are someone i love and hold so dearly to my heart <3 you’re someone i can talk to at my happiest and my worst, and you help me become a better version of myself. you’re so sweet and lovely and such a genuinely wonderful person and i appreciate you being in my life these past couple of years. i adore you!! love you sooooooo much my fav horanghae lover (btw i walked into a pole again yesterday. i didnt hurt myself dw) (also thank u for convincing me to download the cracked ps from the link you sent in the server) (i lov u)

to: michaela ( @mandu : @thefeelz ) subject: jennie’s loml

when you followed me i was so sure i was in a fever dream. i’m pretty sure i blinked at my screen like 200 times. ANYWAYS you are literally ,,,,, i think the only way to say this is so fucking cool . although we don’t talk a lot, seeing u on the dash is always a sure way to make me smile <3 i love youuuuu

to: zay ( @jeonwonwoo : @kimsdahyun ) subject: jeonghan’s bff

HI MY MOST BELOVED ZAY !!! over the last couple of months we’ve gotten sm closer and i just love hearing ab u talk about our fav sebongs and ps stuff && everything you’re passionate about. you’re genuinely one of the most fun and funny people i know and i adore you so much <3 love u love u love u jeonghans wife 💖💖💖💖 MY MOST AESTHETIC PRETTIEST QUEEN !!!!!

to: dana ( @lesseraive ) subject: chaewon = loml = the only girl ever

dana!!!! i still cannot believe its only been … a little more than a year? since we became mutuals 😭 you’re the best. i love shittalking w you, talking about our girls (jangchae) and how izone deserved and deserves better (we miss u izone) (u are forever) (never izgone) . you’re like an older sister to me and i feel like i can talk to you about anything. thank you for being here and being my friend, i love youuuu <3 jeonghyeon p01

to: elv ( @seokmins ) subject: seokmin’s pizza girl !

elvvvvv <3 tbh we’ve talked to about this before but i think the most funny part of our friendship is me not remembering how we met HSKFBSJSK i know that we were both mutuals in laws through isai but honestly it feels like we’ve been mutuals for like ….. ever. you are so sweet and lively it feels like we are just two sunshines together in a field of sunflowers whenever we talk 😭 you make me smile whenever you come up on the dash and you deserve all of the love in the entire world <3 sending my squishiest hugs your way! 💗

to: mini ( @venompinks ) subject: #1 blackpink lover

MINI MINI MINI !!!! hi beloved <3 tbh ive always seen u as like an older sibling to me. you have rhsi comforting vibe that just emulates love & support and i adore that. i love seeing ur creations && support towards ur favs (esp the pinks hehe) and ur so so so lovely!!!! sending u all the squishiest hugs in the whole wide WORLD !!!!!

to: theo ( @lovebitxx ) subject: chaer’s #1 <3

THEO THEO THEO THEO !!!!! i remember you following me during your lixblr era and feeling so :OOO bc that was pre gg blog and i was like wowowow bc all of your creations are so pretty 😭😭😭 im so happy we’ve gotten closer and u always make me smile and just seeing u on my dash and talking to u makes me so happyyyyy!! you’re so passionate about your favs and its always so nice to see you get excited about them ): i love youuuu so much 💗

to: daisy ( @svmit ) subject: juhyeon’s bf ( REAL ! )

MY DAISYYYYY i love you!!!! getting to know you have been soso fun and im so glad to know you 🥹🥹🥹 you’re genuinely so sweet and adorable and i want to squeeze u into the tightest hug 🫂 my fav lightsum && ptg stan 4ever!!!!! 💞💞💞

to: shreya ( @fawad-khan : @kiimtaehyung ) subject: tae’s wife & hyunjin’s gf 🎀🎀🎀

my most beloved shreya!!!!! hi akka i love u to the moon and back and beyond 💞💞💞💞 its kinda crazy to think a year ago we barely knew each other and now we’ve both celebrated our birthdays and waaaaaa it feels insane. i feel like. you’re genuinely someone i see as my older sister and i want to hug you so bad and. YEAAAA the momo to my sana i love youu <3 also thanks for teaching me that andrew garfield is a real person 😁 mwah

to: theo ( @toplines ) subject: best jeongyeon stan!!!!

HI MY LOVELIEST THEO!!!!! I ADORE U HEHE thank u for being one of the silliest most funny most genuine people in my life u are quite literally the kuromi to my melody, the jeongyeon to my sana and i lov u lots!!!!! u are the best ever and u deserve all the love and moreeee 💞💞💞💞 hehe ALSO U ARE THEEEE GFX ICON OF ALL TIME

to: lau ( @saerom : @127s ) subject: saerom’s biggest fan (real)

HI LAUUUUU hehe i know we havent been close for that long (i think we met in userps i dont even remember if im being honest) but you’ve always been someone i look up to. you have this ability to like. stay calm and handle difficult situations with ease and are so funny and fun to talk to!!!! ilu a lot and u are genuinely the sweetest ever <3333 also u are THEEEE URL QUEEN !!!!! never forget !!!!! hugs !!!! 💞💞💞💞💞

to: hales ( @3rachaas ) subject: changbins wife confirmed!!!

HALES HALES HALES HI !!! u are the funniest person ever actually genuinely seriously 100%ly (how many more adverbs can shri use,, more at ten) u are my east coast bestie and i love playimg games with u even if u win every single time 😓😓😓 ILY SOOO MUCH i wish i could hug u sososoososososo bad <////3 mwah!!!! also u are my fav 3racha stan 4ever (edit i hate tumblr ANYWAYS i miss our uno game nights can we have one again) (also hales edit era we miss u) (ilyilyilyilyily)

to: lee ( @komca ) subject: komcanation ‼️ mark’s wife

hi mother 😁😁 u are my favorite mark stan 😁😁 i lov u 😁😁 no in actuality i love u sm lee u are one of the most understanding kindest most funniest most amazing person ever u just. deserve all the love in the world!!!!! i love ur markisms and ur love for rnb and just how passionate u are about ur hobbies and interests!!!! adore u to the moon and back I LOVE U SMMMM HEHE MY ILICHIL LOVER IN CRIMEEEE 💜💜💜

to: naina ( @tutontawan ) subject: sakura’s wife 💞

sunshine wifey! HI MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER the hello kitty to my melo, kkura to my eunchae, gaeul to my wonyo, i adore u sooooo much u are quite literally my twin in every aspect and i love uuuuuu!!!!!! u are just the most sunshiney person to ever sunshine and never fail to make me smile and happyyyy I LOVE UUUUU MY FAV i cant wait to meet u one day <3

to: ace ( @ajusnice ) subject: my maknaez in crime <3

ACE ACE ACE ACE ACE ACE HELLO HI my fav gose watching partner hehe <3 no but actually its kinda bizarre how we havent been friends for a year but it feels so much. longer idk 😓😓 thank u for being sososoaoao supportive u always make me laugh and whether its u berating me over using light mode or screaming over junshua its never a boring day when we talk 🥹 im glad to have u as my friend and ILYSM!!!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞

i hope all of you had the happiest new years and hope that 2024 is our best years yet!!! love all of you sooooo much and thank you once again ♡♡♡♡♡

#shri talks ♡#milestones ♡#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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holymusicalmothman · 1 year

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Heat of the Moments - Dan Avidan x Reader

This is based off that second dream I had about Danny.

Also I’m tagging the people who liked that post in case they were interested.

Anywho, as per usual. No Ashley. I’m not including her in any of my Danny Fic

The way I had to google the weirdest stuff for this lol. I’m going to try to be writing more, it keeps me calm and wedding stress is driving me nuts since it’s only a month away. ANYWAYS. So while requests aren’t technically open, I’m totally cool with being sent fic ideas for the characters I typically write for. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be inspired

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being led on

Word Count: 2610 (gosh dang. good job me!)

Comments are always appreciated! I love hearing y’alls brain thoughts after reading lol.

Masterlist

Two years. It had been two years working for Game Grumps. Quite honestly, it had been one of the best years of your life. You had always been fascinated by the Youtube Gaming community, and you were grateful to finally be a part of it. Granted, you were mainly putting your art and animation talents to the test, but knowing what it all went toward was more than enough. You were more than content to live as you were.

However, it was not without its challenges. Outside of the fact that you were doing what you loved, over the last half couple months it had begun feeling rather tense-ish with a certain coworker. Well, tense for you at least.

Dan Avidan, Game Grumps host, musician extraordinaire, and coworker had been seeming rather…flirtatious? Was that a good way to put it?

Yes, you supposed it was. It was one of those things, however, where it’s such casual flirtatious comments that you can’t tell if he’s actually hitting on you or not. If you thought about each moment from different angles, you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being flirty or friendly.

Moment No. 1

It had been a Monday morning and everyone had seemed to have a case of the Monday Morning Blues. It had rained all weekend and everyone seemed to have that bleary eyed sleepiness. Even Arin was having a bit of trouble bringing what he called his “Internet Funny Man” energy to the office that morning. The weather seemed to be making everyone feel sleepy.

And you were certainly no exception. You stood in the kitchen, in front of the Keurig, just staring into the nonexistent void as you waited for your coffee.

A light touch on your arm startled you out of your stupor and you found a mildly concerned looking Dan at your side.

“Oh, hey, sorry. What’s up?” You asked lamely, unsure of how long he had been standing there.

Dan’s brown eyes furrowed in confusion. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

You just shook your head.

The confusion vanished as it turned into mirth. “That’s alright,” he smiled, “you seemed like you were witnessing the depths of the abyss for a second, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

A light chuckle escaped you. “I can’t say much for right now, but if you give the coffee a few minutes, I’ll be good. It’s just a case of the Mondays.”

“Good, wouldn’t want my favorite animator succumbing to madness. Talk to you later, sunshine.”

And with a quick pat on the shoulder, he was gone. Leaving you alone in the kitchen wondering what the hell just happened.

Moment No. 2

Late. Late. Late. You were oh so terribly late. You somehow managed to sleep right through your alarm and were now rushing to work. Not good.

Granted, you were only going to be fifteen minutes late, and you also knew Arin would understand and no one would mind. However, it still sent you rushing around in a state of panic.

You hurried into the office with a relieved sigh. As you sat down at your desk, you let out a frustrated sigh.

Brian raised an eyebrow from his spot across from you.

“You good?”

Shoving the frustration to the side, you smiled. “Yeah, just ran late and skipped breakfast, then left lunch on the counter. It happens, but this is what DoorDash is for right?”

Brian gave you a concerned look that only a father could manage. “Just make sure you eat something.”

“Yes, sir, Ninja Brian, sir.” You gave him a mock salute before tucking yourself into today’s work, unaware that another set of ears had heard the exchange.

After a few hours, you stood to stretch and take a quick restroom break. Upon returning to your desk, however, there was now a take out bag resting next to your computer.

You blinked. The restaurant was familiar, it was close by and also an office favorite, so it wasn’t uncommon for take out to be seen around the office.

But you hadn’t ordered lunch from anywhere yet.

You peered inside the bag, immediately catching sight of the blue sticky note.

Hey!

Heard you missed breakfast, so I grabbed you some lunch!

This one’s on me, so don’t sweat it.

♥️ Danny.

You stared at the little heart. Not only had Dan bought you lunch, he had also signed it with a heart.

What was going on. Was he into you?

Moment No. 3

It wasn’t very often that you got to sit in on a Ten Minute Power Hour, but when you did it was always a blast.

So you were crammed off screen next to Allie, watching the guys try and do a Draw My Life but with their friendship over the years.

Arin was red in the face from laughing. “What is that?!” he wheezed.

Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Dan exclaimed, “IT’S LINK! CAN’T YOU TELL BY THE HAIR?”

Cue the entire room dying.

This only spurred on Dan’s frustration. “Someone come fix this!” He threw his marker down and stood, walking over to the background shelves to dramatically sulk.

Arin only laughed harder and waved you over. “Come help him out, cause I can’t think right now.”

You hesitated for a moment. Watching on the sidelines was one thing but actually being on camera and involved in an episode like this wasn’t something you had prepared for.

Allie nudged you gently and you stood. You were an artist, it was essentially what you did for a living and had been doing your whole life. So why were your hands sweating.

As you grabbed the marker and surveyed Dan’s disaster of a drawing, you spoke. “It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not good, but its salvageable.”

You quickly erased the stick-figure Link’s hair as Dan pulled away from the shelves to watch you work.

“This is the only Get Outta Jail card you’re getting, dude.” Arin said, grinning.

“I’ll take it, man. This is a nightmare.”

You laughed and shook your head as you finished redrawing the hair and added a little sword in the figure’s hand.

“There we go!” You stepped back and quickly rejoined Allie, anxious to be out of the momentary spotlight.

“Hey! It looks like Link!” Dan grinned at you. “Thanks, lovely!”

Your heart stuttered against your will. “Anytime.” You said, covering up your momentary malfunction.

Lovely. Granted, Dan called the fans “lovelies” but something about the way he had just said it was different than how he addressed the fans. You had to force yourself to not think about it. To not play into the way your heart was slowly starting to formulate a crush. You were just reading into things.

Moment No. 4

It wasn’t unusual to find yourself working on a quick little Grumps animation for one of the videos. Every now and then, Arin asked if you could make a little one to slip into a video, never anything super long. Just long enough to keep people entertained. He tended to use them as intermissions of a sort, in case they got interrupted by something mid video.

You had just finished one up and were going over it to double check on everything when someone leaned over you.

“What’cha working on?” Danny asked, looking at your screen with curiosity.

You felt your palms go clammy at the close proximity, but hid it well.

“Just a short animation for one of the recent recordings.” You explained. “Wanna see?”

Dan gave an excited nod and you handed him your headset, trying (and failing) to not watch how he brushed his hair out of his face.

It had been a little bit since the Ten Minute Power Hour moment and you were still warring with the fact that you might have a crush on the lanky musician.

Dan braced one hand on your desk and the other on the back of your chair, “Show me what you got.”

As you hit play on the animation, the only thing you could think of was those stupid cliche moments in novels where the guy leans on the girl’s desk because this was exactly how you pictured it looking and feeling like. Your palms went from a nervous clammy to an anxiety sweaty. Or somewhere in between, you couldn’t tell.

You were very aware of the way he was leaning over you and you swore you could smell him. He had a very faint woodsy scent to him, you couldn’t tell if it was a cologne or if it was just him. A lock of unruly hair brushed against your shoulder and it took everything into you to keep pretending to watch the video.

Eventually it was over and your headset was handed back to you.

“That was really good!” He was smiling at you. “Is that for the ‘technical difficulties’ from yesterday?”

The air quotes he put up when he said technical difficulties had you laughing.

“If you mean when the resident ghost knocked over the shelf,” You said. “Then yes.”

Dan’s smile was infectious as he leaned closer and dropped his voice. “It was the ghost of all the games we never finished finally coming back to haunt us.”

You both laughed.

“Anyways, I was just curious to what you were up to. It looks really good, you’ve got an insane amount of talent.”

And the war was lost. Because with just that sentence, you knew you had a major crush.

Moment No. 5

The next moment didn’t even happen at work. You weren’t even around him at the moment.

All you had done was throw a quick pic of a work in progress up on your instagram. It hadn’t even been up for ten minutes before you got a comment notification.

@dannyavidan : This looks so good! I’ve got to get you to do a piece for NSP someday!

You stared at the comment. Dan wanted you to do a piece for his band?

You don’t know how long you sat there thinking. Eventually, a ding sounded and you checked your instagram again.

Dan had messaged you.

Dan: Hey! I was totally serious about having you do a piece for the band! We’ve got a new project coming up and I would love to have someone as talented as you on the team for it!

You: Seriously?

Dan: You wound me! Of course. You put a lot of effort into what you do and it’s really good. Why? Dost the fair maiden think I jest? 😆

Your fingers hesitated briefly before responding, your heart and brain going a million miles an hour. Yes, he was being kinda dorky, but it was endearing.

You: I’ll think about it. But it shouldn’t be a problem. 😀

A few hours passed and you were scrolling through Instagram before bed. Just a few minutes and you’d go to sleep, it was a weekend night after all. Flicking through stories, you almost passed NSP’s insta story.

“Guess who may have just gotten the coolest animator ever to do a video!”

Whelp. There went any hope for sleep.

Present.

It had taken a lot of internal thinking, panicking, and general theorizing over the past few month for you to finally make up your mind.

But all the past moments had you sure of your crush on Dan. And, after confiding in a longtime friend, you were sure he felt the same. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

So you had decided to take the plunge. You were going to take the initiative. You were going to ask him out.

And the thought almost left you breathless.

But as you walked into work that morning, ruminating over the past few months, you mustered your determination and found Dan in the kitchen area.

“Morning,” you greeted him, smiling.

He gave a little wave and continuing making his tea. There was a pretty large recording session for the guys that morning.

“Can I ask you something?” You said, not giving yourself a chance to abort the mission at hand.

Dan nodded.

“Would you wanna go on a date this Friday? With me?” And there it was.

He froze.

A moment passed. Then another. And a third.

And both your heart and stomach went through the floor.

Dan finally spoke, his voice coming out strained. “Um, listen…”

You held both your hands up. “No, it’s cool, I misinterpreted. It’s fine. You don’t need to answer. I’ll see you around the office, ‘kay?”

And you bolted without giving him a moment to even try to respond.

You felt sick. The rug under your feet was gone and the tears pricking your eyes were starting to sting from you trying to hold them back. You made a beeline for the Power Hour room, knowing it’d be empty and you collapsed onto the Grump Couch.

You took a deep breath and let them slip silently down your face.

You felt like such an idiot. Yes, Dan had seemed like he was flirting, but obviously it hadn’t truly been that way.

You heard the door open and close softly and you jumped up to see Arin standing there.

“You okay? Need to talk about whatever it is?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

You sat back down and wiped your eyes with a shaky breath.

“It’s nothing. I just misinterpreted signals and it’s on me,” you admitted. “Mistook friendliness as flirtiness, that’s all.”

“Was someone leading you on?” He asked, seating himself next to you.

So he must’ve not seen you get rejected by Dan, becaused he sounded like a concerned older brother who was about ready to fight someone.

You shook your head. Dan didn’t even seem capable of something like that.

“It honestly was just a misunderstanding. With any luck we’ll just both forget it ever happened and things will just go back to normal.”

The door opened again, albeit a lot less gently than it had when Arin entered.

“Hey, I didn’t—”

You stared at Dan like a deer in headlights and you knew that he was looking at the tears on your face.

Arin stood. “Alright you two, play nice and get this sorted out.” He said, shaking his head as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

A awkward pause, and then Dan was sitting next to you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to make you cry. You must think I’m such an ass.” He rambled. “I didn’t mean to sound like I was rejecting you at all. God, I must’ve sounded like a jerk.”

You said nothing, staring at him. Your silence urging him to continue.

“I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out first, and you caught me with a giant piece of turkey in my mouth and I was trying to find a way to tell you that there was way too much food in my mouth but you were already gone. I am so sorry.”

“You weren’t expecting me to…” your words failed you.

“No, not at that moment,” Dan looked away, suddenly going from panicked to rather shy. “I honestly was still trying to get enough courage to ask you.”

A moment of charged silence passed as you both mulled over your thoughts.

“So, will you…?” Dan trailed off.

You snapped your gaze to meet his brown eyes.

“Will I…”

“Would you go out with me? This Friday? Seven o’clock?” He asked, nervousness, uncertainty and hope in his eyes.

You grinned, ignoring the way that tears once more tried to make an appearance. “I’d love to.”

Dan’s eyes sparkled in response.

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bridgeportbritt · 7 months

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A Fresh Start Rehabilitation Center | Cypress, SimDonia

???: Who could be here for me? Mom and Dad would've called first.

Arabella nervous: Hey there...

???: Oh, my Watcher! Arabella??

Arabella: Hey, Alex.

Alex: I can't believe you're- how did you-? Oh, my Watcher.

Arabella: I hope you're not mad.

Alex: Mad? no! I'm confused, but I'm so happy to see you! How'd you find me here?

Arabella: Umm... we're best friends with the Queen.

Alex: Really? Diana sent you here?

Arabella: We've been worried about you, so she had someone do some digging. Once we found you here, we knew we needed to see you in person. Diana wishes she could be here, but..

Alex: I understand. Gosh, I'm just happy to see you. Sorry, I said that already. Let's sit and catch up.

Alex: So, how is Diana? You've seen her recently?

Arabella: Yeah, she's doing good. Busy, of course. Seems like she's been pregnant forever. Won't be long now.

Alex: Aw, and you?

Arabella: Well, we just had little Madeliene not to long ago. I don't think I've seen you since I had Jayme.

Alex: Wow, three little ones? You guys aren't wasting no time. Gosh, I feel like I've missed a lot.

Arabella: Yeah, it was like you fell off the face of the earth there. What happened?

Alex: Right... well, it's kind of a long story, but after the wedding fiasco... I was really struggling.

Alex upset: I tried my best to keep it together for the coronation. It was just... seeing her again. Knowing that because of me... my best friend almost...

Arabella: Alex, no one blames you for that.

Alex: Yeah, I kept trying to tell myself that. But, after the coronation.. I just... kind of went off the deep end.

The rest of this post describes substance abuse, alcohol, and drugs. Please read at your own risk.

Alex: The partying, the drinking, the drugs. I was spiraling out of control hard and fast. I- I didn't even recognize myself anymore.

Arabella: Oh, Alex...

Alex: I was just so torn up with guilt and I hated myself for even dating that guy. I felt so violated and used. And I just let everybody down once again with my stupid choices.

Arabella sobbing: I'm so sorry you were going through that, Alex! We should've paid more attention and been there for you!

Alex: No, don't think that, Arabella, really. You were living your life! I was a mess and isolating myself on purpose. Eventually, my parents caught on and sent me here.

Arabella: I'm so glad for that. I... know life is crazy and we don't see each other as much, but... I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my best friend.

Alex: Thanks, Belle. Even though being here sucked at first, it's working its magic, I guess. I've been sober for 5 months, therapy 3 times a week, group twice, activities up the ass.

Arabella: That's amazing, Alex. I'm so proud of you!

Alex: Thanks. Plus, I kind of met someone..

Arabella: Oh, really?

Alex: Yeah, his brother's a patient here. But, my dad's company works with his. He owns a clothing brand. Or "lifestlye apparel" as he likes to call it. He's cool.

Arabella: He sounds like the most normal guy you've ever dated.

Alex laughs: I know, right? No "salarypersons" from Mt. Komorebi this time around. We're just friends for now. Gotta stay focused on the program. But, I only have 3 months left, so... who knows?

Arabella: Wow, that's a really mature way to go about it. I am so impressed, Alex. You're killing it! You're so much stronger than you realize. I can't wait to see how you flourish after this.

Alex: Thanks, I'm excited to. Feels like - ugh - a fresh start.

Arabella chuckles: Ah, that's why they call this place that... Well, care to show me around? Let me into Alex's world?

Alex: Sure, since it's a little less messy.

#simdonia #chap 12 #alex was always a party girl #but she partied for fun not to cover up her pain #hopefully she stays on the right track #sims of color #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #royal sims #sim: alexandra #sim: arabella #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw substance abuse

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chanderlona · 2 months

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soooo i feel like posting a new little edit i did AND one thats been like, months ago lmfaoaoao

if you know me on instagram for a while, i have a headcanon where Captain Ice is actually a Xylitolian !!!! she was basically sent to space (eventually her uhm, pod or something idk, landed on earthbread) when she's 6 yo physically. thus her real name is Xylitol Ice Cookie wooohooo

uhhhhh also after a lot of reconsidering...... where she was created by Xylitol Nova's own hands in his lab... you could consider she's XN's biological daughther!!!!! (considering my notice on Dark Enchantress created Matcha and people seeing them as biologically related :333)

btw btw XN had her living with him for more than a year.... sobs...

the reason she was sent out to space its bcs the whole planet had like uhhh massive political problems in their goverment (XN was only in his 20's and he's afraid he cannot keep Ice safe 😭😭😭😭😭)

uhm btw regardless of the seemingly popular headcannon of XN was the one who created Planet Xylitol.... i have my own headcanons depicting the Nova Cookies as a whole. maybe i'll tell y'all one day on another post cause idk how long itll be alone 💔🙏🏻

AH ANYWAYSSS she was also like, she purposely was made to temporary forgot her life in Planet Xylitol, her origin, basically everything. XN wanted her to live a normal life if she even landed on a liveable place (which she diddd). but once she does starts to remember it via memory triggering or something, she'll eventually fully remembers it all like she used to, as well as having her pupils slightly changed. (and yes, another headcanon. all of the Xylitolian residents have those unique looking pupils—actually, all cookies who live in different Sugar Substitute Planets will have a different pupil one way or another !!! (i really REALLY hope this could be canon somehow... we'll see when the next space update rolls 🙏🏻🙏🏻))

i'm also, upset that the devs didnt decide to give them those cool pupils and give them basic ones instead, like, they're basically ALIEN COOKIES you just gotta give em a little kick..... so these are the edits i made a while back depicting on the headcanon !!!! (Xylitol Grey Cookie's pupils is quite hard to notice in this edit but she has it too!)

gosh they did them awfully in this part besides from the cool story and all 😭😭😭😭😭😭

WAIT WAIT ALSOOOO since both XN and XyL-Q sees eachother as family, i decide SIKEEE XN created XyL-Q because Ice wanted a lil brother robot.... /vvvvpos

once they're reunited they'll do silly sibling shenanigans HEHEHHEHEKEHHEHE

god i love sharing headcanons i WILL do more in the future /vvvvpos ‼️‼️💞💞🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#chanderlona's rambles #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #xylitol nova cookie #captain ice cookie #xylitol researcher cookie #xylitol purple cookie #xylitol blue cookie #I THINK THATS THEIR NAMES HELP I ONLY REMEMBERED THE GRANDMA #xylitol grey cookie #xyl-q

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kyleraynermybeloved · 1 year

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One Of A Kind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: The years flash by in a blur, and you enjoy an evening with a guest.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, established relationship, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Ah gosh, it’s been soo long since I posted, also I’m bad at summaries. Here’s the 2nd chapter to this series! We don’t get much of Kyle in this chapter until the VERY end, but don’t worry, he’ll be here more in the next chapter!!!!

OOAK Masterlist

Six years had come and gone in an instant. Y/N Wayne had not existed in the world in years, all traces of you disappeared in an instant. No physical or digital footprint was made or left behind, thanks to your job.

Three months after you left, you were recruited into a new program called ‘Shadow League Agency’, the SLA for short. It’s a covert government agency which has unlimited resources to conduct clandestine operations needed, ranging from gathering intelligence to assassinations.

The latter took two and a half years to work up to, but it paid off in the long haul. You had started from a desk position where you were in charge of resource collection, and after many endeavors you had finally worked your way up to being a top-level field agent. In fact, you had made it to Ghost ranking, which was pretty ironic given your current circumstances.

Being a Ghost field agent had its perks, such as the main obvious predicament of keeping under the radar without any hitches. No one, other than those of high enough clearance, knew your whereabouts and most importantly who you are.

Publicly you were known as ‘Thrasher’. It had been your alias for years, not by choice but it had grown on you. It had come to you due to your ability to mimic and your aggressive fighting style, much like the bird.

Otherwise, only two other people knew you. Your husband Kyle Rayner, and Billy Batson who had quickly became a great friend of sorts. You had met both the boys purely by accident, and you were glad you did.

Five years ago you had been deployed in New York City for a simple reconnaissance mission, during a rare moment of downtime you had gone to a small bakery for a coffee and a muffin to unwind for a second. Fortunately for you the world had other thoughts when it sent Kyle right into you, spilling his coffee all over you.

He had been absolutely mortified and offered to get you a new shirt since he had ‘ruined your perfectly good one’ but you had politely declined and proposed to grab lunch in exchange. His boyish charms were cute and quickly won you over. That lunch had turned into a date which in turn quickly blossomed into a five year relationship, with two of those years being happily married.

A week after that interaction, towards the end of your mission, you had bumped into Billy in Central Park. Well, more like he skated into an abrupt stop as he collided with you. He had a few bad scrapes and you had offered to patch him up before you had to leave.

Billy talked your ear off the entire time with a bright smile, he brought up how he came here with his foster family on a road trip and in turn you told him you were just visiting for a work convention. You’d met him a few more times, one of those times you had met his wonderful foster parents who had brought up the idea of being pen pals of sorts.

So you found yourself writing to the contagiously happy family for the next year then upgraded to text messages and video calls. It led to moments where you found the kid sprawled on your couch in your small apartment watching movies.

Both Kyle and Billy, and his family, had eventually confided in you to tell you their secret of being heroes. To say you were surprised would be a lie, you had easily put two and two together after knowing them for only a few months but waited for them to come to you and share. But you kept their identities a secret, as did Kyle with Billy since no one in the league knew his identity yet.

In return you shared with them about what you really do, explaining the job was why you had been secretive and blown them off at times. But one thing you kept to yourself about was who you really were and who your family was. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them to not tell your family where you’ve been all this time, you were just scared of it accidentally slipping out especially since they work with your family.

The small two bedroom New York apartment you lived in was thankfully warm compared to the harsh chilly winter air you had traveled in. The interior was cozy. The walls were littered with pictures of memories from the past four years living here. The wooden floors had rugs placed around, primarily in both bedrooms and the living room.

You shrugged your thick coat off onto the quaint coat rack you’d been gifted the week prior while passing the bag of groceries from one arm to the other. Snowflakes fell from you onto the floor forming small wet patches that you paid no mind to.

You crossed the entryway to the kitchen when a voice made you almost jump out of your skin, “Do you need a hand with that?”

“Fuck! Billy, what the hell man? I almost shit myself, a little heads up would’ve been nice,” you calmed your breathing and handed the bag to him which he took with a smile and began unpacking it onto the counter.

“I did give Kyle a message I would be coming over for the night, I just assumed he would’ve told you as he seems to overshare everything with you.”

“Ah, well he’s off-world right now and won’t be back for another two days or so. And are you still hung up on him telling me about the toilet mishap? It was months ago, kid,” you chuckled to yourself while grabbing ingredients for dinner.

A few months ago, Kyle had been at the watchtower for a meeting with the league. It was a boring debrief that he claimed he had no reason for being there but was told from the big man himself that attendance was mandatory.

Well, halfway through the meeting Shazam had run out towards the bathroom in a hurry and Kyle went to check up on him only to find Billy in his civilian form trying to stop a broken toilet from spraying him with more water. He was sopping wet from head to toe and Kyle said he had helped the poor boy, which you later heard from Billy was a lie.

He had been upset because Kyle had ran back to the conference room to tell the others that Shazam had broken a toilet and flooded the mens bathroom, but with more words and a few made-up details.

“That explains the lack of response. But, yes! I am! Hal and Barry still refer to me as Toilet Lord Destroyer Of All Bowels! It’s stuck and it seems to not be leaving any time soon,” he pouted, it almost made you want to slap Kyle up the side of his head for hurting the poor kid’s feelings. Almost, but a small part of you wanted to laugh and applaud the two dinguses for coming up with that name.

“I’m sorry my doofus of a husband has doomed you, but I mean, now you know how I felt when I was given my alias,” you gave a small smile and a shrugged. “Now, wash these and start chopping.”

“But Y/N, it’s not the same,” he sighed before returning to your side. “You got a cool name that’s super badass and I got stuck with getting bullied by dumb and dumber for all of eternity. I’m this close to coming out and telling them my identity so they’ll feel bad for bullying a kid. Teach those jerks a listen, or better yet I could wait and strike back and hit ‘em where it’ll really hurt.”

You shook your head with a little laugh, “Okay oh sinister and devious one, whatever you say. I’ll let Kyle know he created a monster. Just keep me out of this and we won’t have a problem.”

You had managed to keep your two boys from telling the others about you, and you planned on keeping it that way as long as you could. The most any of them knew was that Kyle was married and you didn’t want the others to meet you in fear of something bad happening like the others in the past. They respected your wishes but that didn’t stop them from digging any small information they could get out of the poor guy. He did tell everyone that Shazam was there at the wedding, being his best man and all.

That’s when half of the league decided it was a great idea to bombard him with questions in hopes of getting any answers. But Billy stuck to his word and didn’t budge at all, earning some respect from some of his colleagues.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard your phone chime. You haphazardly wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and opened it seeing a message from your director asking if you had a moment for a chat, your response was returned with a call.

You excused yourself to your bedroom, shutting your door before answering. “Thrasher speaking, to what do I owe this pleasure, Director?”

Director Erwin Sormael was your superior in charge of tasking you with missions. He had been the one to recruit you all those years ago and made you who you are today. To put it simply, he was like a father to you, or like a big brother at the very least.

“Thrasher, sorry to keep this call short. You’re needed on base in the morning at oh-eight hundred hours. Pack your gear and prepare for a long flight, that’s all I can inform you on at the moment.”

“Affirmative, and Sormael… say hello to the husband for me. Oh! And tell him to send me that Italian wedding soup recipe,” you read the clock on your bedside table, seeing you had a good fourteen hours to kill.

“I’ll let him know, expect to see it in an hour.”

You returned to the kitchen to see Billy was waiting for you on a stool, the table was set for the two of you.

“Well, looks like I’m being called in the morning. So, what do you say we finish making dinner and have a movie night? I stocked up with candy and snacks since our last one,” you turned him around on the stool to face you.

“I say we have a deal. I’ll set up the living room while you finish cooking,” he took off in a dash, returning every once in a while to grab more snacks. Once he had finished you had already plated the food. “I’ll help with those, you can bring the drinks!”

“You’re on a roll mister. I’ll be just a moment, did you want the twelve pack or the two liter?” Thanks to the kid coming around so often for dinner you had gained the habit of stocking up on his favorite drinks. Kyle teased you for that, saying your mother hen instincts were already kicking in due to your unofficial son.

“Uh… the twelve pack, that way we don’t need to get up later.”

You returned to the living room with the acquired drinks and a few bottles of water. The movie was starting to play as you sat down on the floor, back against the couch as the large coffee table held all of the snacks and your food in front of you.

The night went on, you were able to watch two more movies before Billy had passed out on you. You checked the time on your phone, you had a good seven hours before you needed to leave. You sent Kyle a quick message updating him on your plans. He’ll see the message once he’s back on earth.

You got up carefully with a sigh, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy while you cleaned up the mess. Not wanting Kyle to deal with a mess when he gets back home, you carefully loaded the dishwasher and turned it on and wiped down the counters.

Once you felt like it was good enough you carefully picked Billy up and brought him the guest bedroom that was practically his, and tucked him in.

Kyle called you a bit later while you were already in bed so close to falling asleep.

“Hi babe,” you answered groggily. “Are you back already so soon?” he could hear your yawn at the end, his clenched at your tired voice.

“Hello my love, sorry to disturb your sleep but it’s great to hear your sleepy voice. I’m almost done, I was able to come within range because I missed your voice,” you could hear Hal saying something in the back but the tiredness stopped your ability to focus on it. “I’m not telling her that man. Anyways babe, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

You nodded your head, remembering he couldn’t see you, “That’s good to hear, but did you get my message?”

There was shuffling on the other side before he responded, “Oh, damn. No, I just saw it. You’re going on a business trip, do you know how long you’ll be?”

“Not sure, I’m getting briefed tomorrow morning. But I’ll call you to let you know,” you stifled a yawn. Sleep was beckoning you again, making it harder to stay awake.

“Okay, well I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then. Good night, I love you”

You could feel the smile on your face, “I love you too, good night babe.”

Once he hung up you connected your phone back onto the charger before letting sleep consume you.

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#kyleraynermybeloved #kyle rayner #kyle rayner fics #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #One Of A Kind series #kyleraynermybeloved one of a kind #kyle rayner fluff

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phoebefucking-bridgers · 2 years

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i wanna feel you from the inside

SUMMARY - your friend, natasha, convinces you to come along to her concert. you never expected to catch the eye of her guitarist.

WORD COUNT - 1.7k

WARNINGS - 18+, rockstar!carol, str*p (c giving, r receiving), short sm*t at the end, sm*king/c*garettes, alcohol, brief mentions of dr*g consumption

A/N - i have no excuses i absolutely love this au…i want her to smash her guitar on my head… // posting this again since tumblr is so fucking annoying I swear

spooky season masterlist🕸️

Natasha had really dressed you the part for her show. She had dragged you to her studio room minutes before her practice, rummaging through the large wardrobe to pull out a promising looking, black slip dress with detailed lacing. She held it out with a grin.

Natasha had left only mere minutes ago, promising you that she would be on the stage in just a minute. It sure had felt longer than a single minute to you. You had never met her band before. And too be honest, you weren’t completely sure you wanted too.

She was, sure, different to you, and that’s a simple way to put it. Natasha liked to smoke, sometimes. Weed if she was in the mood. You had never even thought of the mere idea of using one in your entire life. You were sure Natasha’s band would be the same, maybe even worse.

Not that you meant it in a horrible way, of course- it’s just that Natasha was so intimidating the first time you met her, maybe even for a month ok so. And with her band, you knew the intimidation would be on a whole nother level. She told you there was nothing to be worried about, though you weren’t sure you believed it.

Just as you had a sudden urge to leave, the lights started up again, the loud booming of the bands drummer coming into play. You remembered her mentioning the drummer once before in a casual conversation, a drummer who’s supposedly a close friend of hers. Wanda, was it? You didn’t remember- and un-shockingly, you didn’t want to remember.

She had never mentioned her guitarist, though. The guitarist who was staying low, shrugging up the sleeves of her leather jacket as she pulled out a scratched golden lighter, taking a cigarette from her jean pocket, and lightly it up promptly. She held it in her mouth for a few good long seconds, before releasing it and holding it within her fingers, blowing out the steam.

Her eyes latched onto yours and you couldn’t look away. Well, that was until your best friend starting singing, snapping you out of your gaze. You could see a small smirk form on her face. The small smirk the guitarist sent you almost made your stomach churn. You couldn’t be attracted to her. There was no way you could be attracted to her. Her, with the smudged black eyeliner that looked like it could’ve been done by a small toddler. Especially not her lips that were smothered in a cherry scented chapstick.

When she tucked her blonde messy hair behind her ear, you caught sight will all the silver piercings littered across her ear. You couldn’t be attracted to her, right? Right. You decided it was best to just forget about her, all in all. After all, you did come for Natasha, not to admire her band mate. Gosh, you hated how you sounded right now.

Brushing down the ends of yours, well Natasha’s dress, you tried to focus on smoothing out the creases and paying attention to Natasha’s singing. And surprisingly, it worked. Well for the most part. The next time you saw the guitarist was after the show had finished.

The crowd was slowly but surely finishing their drinks, parting with friends and family before going their own ways. The bar was almost empty now. The only audible voices that could be heard now where either from the band, or close friends of theirs. You seemed quiet, swishing your drink around in its glass as you waited for Natasha to be ready to leave on a ripped leather barstool.

Carol thought you looked quite out of place in an environment like this.

She found herself sauntering over to you before her brain could even deny it, a cigarette in hand as she took the last blow before burning it out next to a ashtray near you. The sound made your eyes wander over, to be met with hers. Again. She smoothly slid onto the stool next to yours, resting one elbow on the bar table as she swirled in the chair to face you. She smirked. She stared at you for a few long seconds, grinning widely, before turning forward and calling a bartender over.

The bartender seemed to already know her order off by heart, as he rolled his eyes before sliding a glass of whiskey to her. She winked. Interesting.

She watched the way you eyed her drink with a chuckle before pulling her full attention back to you.

“You don’t like whiskey?” She questioned with a raised brow, but she didn’t seem judgy- she seemed, curious?

“No..i’ve never..”

“You’ve never had whiskey?” Her questions were answered when you shook your head. “That’s cute..” “Are you willing to try?” She leaned both of her arms on the table, resting her face between her palms as she quite literally stared you down with a small smile.

You nodded again, and she took that as her sign to raise her glass to your lips, hand firmly wrapped around the glass. She paused before tilting it.

“Just a small sip. It’s quite strong.” She winked. And boy was she right. She pulled the glass back immediately after you had shown the displeasure in your face and chuckled. “I told you it was strong.”

You coughed, hands going to fiddle with the half full glass of orange juice in front of you. “God, how do you drink that?” She shrugged and took another sip without flinching.

“I have a high tolerance, I guess.” She smirked to herself, turning around to see Natasha grinning at her. She waved before turning back to you. Once she had decided that the bar air had gotten to hot for her liking, she shrugged her signature leather jacket off and layer it over her lap. Her biceps were put on display through her tight, ratty band t-shirt. She was definitely one or the eyes. Her muscles were defined as she flexed them against the table, smirking as she could your eyes on her.

“You enjoyed the show?” She grinned when she realised your focus was still on her muscles - she wasn’t sure if her ego could expand any more, but you were really doing it for her.

“Huh-oh! Yeah, yeah. It was good. You were good.”She raised her eyebrows. “

Just good?” She almost felt bad with the way your face immediately flushed up in embarrassment as you quickly went to correct yourself, stuttering until Carol promptly cut you off. “I’m kidding. Thank you.”

Her voice was sultry and smooth, and the smirk she gave did you no justice- she definitely knew because your face still felt as flushed as it did just seconds before, but maybe it was even hotter. She run her hands loosely through her hair, like she was trying to part it but almost even made it messier- and that god-damn smirk she sent you while doing it make your stomach churn and flip and overcome with butterflies all in one, if that was even possible.

She stood her hand out for you to shake, in which she eagerly agreed, placing your soft palm in her calloused ones, littered with light scars along her fingertips from her guitar wounds. She tightened her hand around yours, gently pulling it to her mouth and placing a warm, wet kiss against your smooth hand. She pulled back teasingly, but never letting go of your hand.

“Carol Danvers.” She introduced herself. Gosh, you had been so into the moment, so into her that you didn’t even think twice and realise that you didn’t actually know her name.

“Y/n.” She grinned.

“I say, y/n, how about we go back to my place? You up for that?” You glanced behind her hesitantly to see Natasha, giving you an all noticeable thumbs up by the blind eye, a huge grin resting on her lips.

You looked back at Carol with hopeful eyes and a small smile. “Sure.”

***

“Oh, fuck, Carol!”

You weren’t entirely sure how you found yourself wrapped up in her sheets, the blonde woman above pounding into you recklessly, your moans spurring her on. She pushed your face further into the pillows, muffling your moans. Her hips sped up rapidly, her free hand smacking your bare sensitive ass roughly, earning a squeal from you.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl, eh?” Her voice was raspy, and you were shocked at her deep it had gotten so quick. Short, low grunts let the blondes mouth with her most particularly hard thrusts, the ones that let out your deepest, darkest moans you had ever heard from yourself. If you weren’t so focused on getting your brains fucked out, you probably would’ve been embarrassed.

Carol didn’t leave you any room for embarrassment though. She was relentless with the thrusts of her faux dick, pounding into you like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did. You were sure yours did.

All your thoughts were mushed up into one, but there was one that was much more overpowering. Carol. They way she was fucking into you was so extremely delicious, how she perfectly timed all her thrusts to make you see stars. It was like she had been waiting for this moment all her life.

You can’t remember how many times she made you cum that night- but all you knew, was that it was certainly a lot. Not that you were complaining, though.

You woke up with a stretch and a yawn, your muscles aching deliciously, but that wasn’t the first thing you noticed. The bed felt cold, empty, and when you reached your hand out under the covers, she was no where to be seen. You sat up with a prominent frown, glancing around the room for any signs of the blonde, or notes, or even anything to show that she cared.

A scrunched up note on her bedside table caught your eye. You unfolded it carefully.

Gone out for band practice, be back 1 at latest. Call me if u need anything

Her writing was scribbled and messy, next to it was her number and a scrawny smiley face. You smiled to yourself, holding the note close before checking the time. You still had some time to kill.

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers imagine #kinktober 2022

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