#and took a break to go eat dinner (which was spaghetti)

[geekforhorror]

thoughts on riding tired ani?

DUDE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS I CANT.

also i’ll do you one better and write a FIC all about it because i love this request sm

—————

next to you

pairing: rots!anakin x senator fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), sub!anakin, dom!reader, riding, p in v sex, penetration, pet names, teasing, reader being sexy as hell, fluff at the end, etc.

word count: 2.3k

—————

To say it had been a long day for Anakin would have been the understatement of the century. He had been watching over the younglings in the Jedi Temple all day and most of the night while the jedi masters were away on a business venture. Even Yoda being there would’ve made it better. He loved the younglings, but they were too riled up today. The extensive training the younglings required exhausted him just as much as them. Despite this, there was one thought that kept him going throughout the long work day. Coming home to you. Even though it technically wasn’t his home due to the suspicion it would raise to the other Jedis, you made it feel like his home. So you could imagine the relief he felt when the masters returned, which let him finally jump into his speeder and focus on getting home.

————

You were cooking dinner for the two of you to enjoy when you suddenly heard an engine running just outside of your guys’ apartment. You got excited at the thought of him returning home and wrapping your arms around Anakin. You took the dinner out of the sauce pan and placed it on two plates— one for you and one for him. You had made spaghetti and meatballs, which was his favorite, especially after a long day.

Suddenly, you hear the elevator open and there he was. He looked so tired to the point where he could’ve been mistaken for a zombie or even a force ghost. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was disheveled as well, yet he still looked good.

“Hey baby,” you said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey,” he said to you with a tired tone in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him out of concern.

“Nothing, just a long day at the temple,” he says flatly.

“I’m sorry, Ani,” you say sympathetically.

“Don’t be, my love. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. It would’ve been nice if the other masters were there,” Anakin says.

“You’re a stronger person than I am, darling,” you say with a chuckle. He lets out a weak chuckle at your comment and sits at the table, drained of any energy he may have had.

You decide to break the silence between the two of you and try to make small talk since that was all he was in the mood for right now. “I made us some dinner. It’s your favorite!” you exclaim in a chipper voice.

“Love, you shouldn’t have,” he says with a calm voice.

“I wanted to,” you say with a smile before kissing him on the lips. You noticed the expression in Anakin’s face and it was a rather sad one. “What’s wrong Ani?”

“It’s just that you worked so hard on dinner, but I’m too tired and stressed to enjoy or even eat it,” he says with defeat in his voice.

“I thought you were just tired,” you question.

“I just didn’t want you to worry about me,” he admits.

“Anakin, I’ll always worry about you whether I want to or not,” you say.

“I appreciate it, darling,” he says tiredly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you offer.

Anakin lets a sigh escape his lips before responding. “It’s just a lot of pressure, y’know? I mean I have to go on missions, fight, and look after the younglings. It’s just a lot for me and I feel like I’m not fulfilling my role as a Jedi,” Anakin confesses.

“You expect too much of yourself, Ani. You’re an amazing Jedi and I’m so proud of you,” you say out of pure love.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Anakin says to you.

“I love you too. More than you know,” you say with a big smile on your face.

He didn’t know if it was just the atmosphere in the room or because of the long day he had, but he hungrily kisses you out of nowhere with desire, leaving you surprised.

“Fuck I missed you so much,” he says in a soft but tired voice.

“I missed you too,” you let out.

He stands up and pulls your legs around his hips, causing you to let out a giddy laugh. “I think I can help you with some of that stress,” you whisper into his ear.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges.

“Yeah,” you replied with a hint of lust on your face.

He takes your hint and the two of you make your way towards the bedroom. He lays you down on the mattress before he climbs on top of you. You decide to take charge and you manage to get on top of him.

“Let me take care of you Ani,” you say seductively before kissing away at his neck. He lets out the tiniest whimper and you find yourself amused. He was so needy for you and only you. “Do you want this, sweetie?” you ask in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t vulnerable enough before you did anything.

“Fuck yeah,” he lets out, which causes you to smile.

“I’m gonna treat you so well,” you say. You continue to kiss his neck before undoing his robe, letting it slide off his beautiful figure. You let it hit the floor and reach for the hem of his tunics in an attempt to tease him. You slide one of your hands underneath his garments and caress his toned stomach, causing him to let out an inaudible gasp.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask even though you already know the answer.

“Y-Yes,” he whimpers.

“What do you want, Ani?” you coo, now sucking away at his neck once more.

“I-I want you to ride me,” he lets out, being more embarrassed than ever.

“That’s a good boy,” you whisper.

He says nothing more as you pull his tunics off him and discard them on the floor. “What’s this?” you say with a raised eyebrow as you palm his hard on through his trousers. “Fuck…” he lets out as a breathy sigh.

“Want me to take these off?” you say with a smirk.

“Maker, yes,” he replies, more desperate than ever.

You let out a chuckle at Anakin’s response and you proceed to undo his utility belt and the zipper on his pants. You glide your hands down his legs to slide his pants off him and you successfully do so.

“I can’t wait to put your beautiful cock inside me until it splits me open and raw,” you say, knowing it would turn him on and make him even needier for your cunt. Here he is now, only in his tight boxers. It was truly suffocating for him. You finally give him some mercy now by stripping him of his boxers and he couldn’t be more relieved. “This isn’t fair… You’re still wearing all of your clothes,” he complains.

“Demanding, are we?” you ask rhetorically. He nods his head once more and you can feel your pride grow.

“All you had to do was ask, Ani,” you say before slipping your long, flowy dress off your body, leaving you only in your bra and matching panties, rendering Anakin speechless. “You wanna be a good boy and help me out here?” you ask.

“Y-Yes,” he answers. He reaches for the clasp on your bra and unhooks it, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. Anakin tries to take your panties off, but he’s stopped by your hand. “Not so fast…don’t you want to feel how wet you make me?” you ask breathily.

“Maker, yes,” he lets out. You grab his wrist before making his hand trail downwards until he hits the damp part of your panties. “All for me?” he asks pathetically. “Mhm… Just for you,” you respond. You slip your panties off your wet pussy and teasingly throw them across the room. “I need you inside me already… Please,” he begs of you. “Patience, Ani,” you let out.

You reposition the two of you so that you can sit on top of him accordingly. You wanted this just as much as he did, so who were you to deny him of such pleasure? You waste no more time before sinking yourself on his erection, now feeling him inside you, which caused you to let out an unexpected moan. He lays his hands on both sides of your hip bones to give you support. You instinctively start to buck your hips while you were gliding down on his cock. Anakin starts to provide some more friction between the two of you and you can’t hold back anymore.

You start to roughly thrust while he’s inside you and you feel a pool of ecstasy wash over you and your cunt. The newfound sensation had him throwing his head back as you continued your thrusts. “H-Harder,” he whimpers. You smile at this and you comply with his request. To help you out, Anakin pushes harder into you repeatedly until he’s balls deep inside your cervix, causing you to become even more cock drunk. More moans had escaped from his lips, but he didn’t seem to care because he just needed you to ride him like there was no tomorrow and that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re such a good boy for me Ani… Feels so good,” you say. You felt his tip twitch inside your clenched walls, hitting your sensitive g-spot. You knew that the both of you would be nearing your climax sooner rather than later considering that both of you had slowed down each others pace. “Such a big dick, Ani… Fills me up every damn time,” you praise.

“I’m gonna cum,” he pants raggedly as you continue to animalistically bounce on him while grabbing his hips in order to hit the right angle in your needy walls. Gasps and moans fill the room at the sudden change of motion, but it didn’t matter. You can feel your climax approaching, but you had the strong urge to hold it until after Ani came. His hips start to stutter uncontrollably and his pace was slower than before. Anakin was screwed.

“I can’t hold it in much longer, baby,” he cries out like a bitch in heat.

“Then cum inside me… It always feels so good when you do,” you admit. With that, you bounce on him a few more times just in case he needs the extra sensation. You know it works because within seconds of you doing so, you feel his warm seed spill into you and you loved it. After feeling him fill you up with his cum, you finally let yourself orgasm after holding it in. Your arousal splashes both Ani’s dick and your inner thighs, causing a big mess on your guys’ bodies. Realizing he’s still inside you, he pulls out of you at once.

"That was fucking amazing,” he pants out.

“I can’t disagree with that,” you chuckle. “We should probably clean up here,” you suggest.

“Yeah we probably should,” he says with a laugh.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, getting off of him to head to the bathroom for some towels. You open the bathroom closet and grab the nearest hand towels you can find. Once you have them, you walk over to the sink to dampen them with warm water. After feeling that they are wet enough, you head back to his bedroom and sit on the bed with Anakin.

“I can clean you up if you want,” you offer, now dangling the wet rag in his face.

“That’s an offer I could never turn down,” he says tiredly with an idiotic laugh.

“God you’re such a dork, Ani,” you say jokingly as you clean him off with the towel.

“A dork who made you moan,” he corrects with a snicker.

“Ani!” you gasp as you jokingly slap his arm.

“Ouch,” he said with a grin.

“I’ll tell you what… You can clean me up if you don’t make any more stupid dad jokes,” you say jokingly.

“Deal, but I know it’ll break your heart to not hear any,” he says mockingly.

You scoff sarcastically and you hand him a new rag to clean you up with. He rubs the rag against you for a bit, collecting the mess you made. After doing so, he walks up to the hamper and places the soiled towels in. On his way back to the bed, he picks up your guys’ underwear before handing it to you. You slip the garment on your body as does he. Once you finish putting your panties on, you head over to your closet to pick something to wear to bed. You grabbed a blue, flowy nightgown that would compliment your figure. You slip the nightgown on and you feel much more comfortable in it than you did in your other dress.

“Do you want your pajamas or not?” you ask Anakin.

“Yeah, could you get me the black pajama pants from the drawer?” he replies.

“Sure thing,” you say before retrieving them from the appropriate drawer. You walk over to him and hand the garment over. He quickly changes into his pants shortly after.

“Thanks, my love,” he says admiringly before he kisses you on the lips,

“Still too tired for that dinner?” you ask. It takes him a second to answer you because of his current disheveled state, but eventually answered within a few passing seconds.

“Now that I think about it, I could eat,” he says with a grin. The two of you casually walk out of your room before entering the kitchen and sitting at the nicely set table.

“Maybe I should stay at the temple longer everyday if it means I get this reward every time I come home from a long day,” he says with a raised eyebrow.

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky…” you reply with a smirk. With that being said, the two of you start eating dinner and have an enlightening conversation.

You guys could get used to this.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #star wars anakin #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fanfiction #hayden christensen #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #revenge of the sith #slashers #horror movies #scream franchise

[ell-alexanderarnold]

Still in Paris

Summary: Trent breaks down the season with Y/n when he comes home after the last game of the season.

Fluff

Note: This boy deserves the world ❤️

﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋

A loud sigh came out from you when the referee blown the whistle. It’s finally over. A difficult season with both good and bad moments, many nights of comforting your boyfriend who’s been taking a lot off shit from the media. Many nights of Trent lashing out on you after a bad match, there’s also many nights of making love after a good match.

You sat patiently waiting for Trent to come home, you figured it would take some time so you decided to kill the time and went out for a walk with the dogs.

The birds were chirping and you could feel the spring breeze and relief flowing through your body. Trent could finally rest now you thought, without having to worry about what people will say about him. You’ve been there for him through everything, and it’s been a long season so you’re glad it’s over.

You came home after walking the dogs and Trent wasn’t home yet. You were missing him, you wanted him to know how proud you are of him that he’s done his best throughout the whole season.

You know he’d be hungry so you started cooking his favourite meal, even though you weren’t the best cook you still managed to finish it without any obstacles.

The hours felt like days and your ears were eager to hear the sound of the door opening, and at last it finally happened. Trent was home.

You rushed to the hall to hug your boyfriend who was tired and exhausted from a long season.

“Welcome home my love” You greeted and hugged him, Trent rested his head on your shoulder and you stood there for a while.

“You’ve done so well T, so well” You whispered as he pecked your forehead before taking off his shoes and jacket.

“Have you cooked something? It smells really nice” Trent wondered and you giggled, took his hand and led him to the kitchen where his favourite meal were.

“Thank you babe, I really appreciate it” He smiled and took his bowl of spaghetti carbonara to the dinner table.

You sat down and joined him at the dinner table, watching him eat up your homemade food. He looked up at you and smiled, but you could see that something was bothering him. It couldn’t be the food you thought, so you figured that he was just tired from a long season.

”I’ll go and have a shower” Trent said after putting his dish in the dishwasher.

While Trent was in the shower you finished cleaning up the mess you made in the kitchen, at the same time your mind was full of thoughts. You were overthinking, what if he didn’t like the food? What if you’ve said something wrong during the past few days? You tried to calm yourself down but it didn’t work out, at this point you knew the only thing who could help you calm down was talking to Trent.

You walked upstairs to him and opened the bedroom door, seeing him sitting in the bed with a frown on his face.

You sat down beside him on the bed and stroke his arm as he closed his phone and paid his attention to you. His head was again on your shoulder and he let out a big sigh which made you more concerned, so your heart needed answers.

“Trent, what’s bothering you?” You thoughtfully asked and looked him in the eyes, the brown big eyes who looked furious and sad.

“Nothing, I’m tired” He simply answered and you instantly knew that was a lie.

“Trent, I know somethings up” You pushed and sighed as he ran his hands over his face in frustration.

“Tell me baby, I don’t want you to feel like this” You consoled and stroke his back, feeling helpless.

“I’m just not happy how the season turned out Y/n” He admitted and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, feeling his hand on your arm and soft sniffles from him.

“Oh Trent, I’m sorry” You comforted and he continued to cry a little before you wiped off his tears from his cheeks.

“You did your best, that’s all you can do. I’m really proud of you alright?” You explained and he cut you off.

“Yes but I feel like I’ve let the fans down and I-

“No T you haven’t let them down baby, you’re enough” You affirmed.

“I’m tired from all the media bullshit, they’ve been chatting about me the whole fucking season, and now in the end they have good things to say, Y/n I don’t understand” Trent cried out as you felt your heart shatter a little. You knew he’s been under a lot of stress this season, you could count how many times you’ve told him to not go on Twitter and read all the things everyone has said about him. It hurt you to see him so low and still have to go on playing football when he said to you that it felt like the whole world was against him.

“Shh it’s okay Trent it’s over now” You reassured and he nuzzled his face against your chest.

“It feels like a part of me is still in Paris”

You could feel your heart sink remembering how the final went and sad Trent was after losing it. Seeing him walk by the trophy with a disappointed face made you wanna go out on the pitch and take him home with you, so you could just hug him and try to make him forget what happened.

“You know everything time when I’m involved in a goal I feel like I am standing on that pitch in Paris, it still hurts Y/n” Trent revealed and you didn’t know what to say other than to continue stroking his back.

You were grateful for the moment you were having. It is rare for you to see Trent like this and opening up to you. You were glad it did happen because you wouldn’t want him to carry all this weight by himself.

“What defines us is how we rise after we fall Trent, remember that. I mean look at you now at the end of the season, you’ve been amazing for the team and even slowly converting to a new role” You noted and felt a kiss on your cheek, you turned to Trent and kissed him back and laid your head on his chest.

“I really don’t deserve you Y/n” Trent whispered in your ear and played with your hair. You could feel how you slowly started to get more and more drowsy and eventually, you fell asleep on Trent who was filled with your love and your wise words that will keep him motivated.

He has done his best and he couldn’t have done it without you by his side.

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold #england x reader #footballer x reader #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent imagine #trent x reader #football imagine #trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander arnold fanfic #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold fic #liverpool fc #football fluff

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 20 -> CH 21

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Jack had made progress, real progress that he was happy to report to Dr. Carty. He had attended one of the meetings Y/n suggested and as corny as it sounded, he felt less alone in the struggles of his past that he had a hard time remembering. He received some legitimate guidance on searching for answers through old media. The man that ran the survivors group had a similar story to Jack's only he was lost in the foster care system and passed around between pedophiles collecting state checks.

He explained to Jack that media searches aren't the best way to access your past trauma. He suggested petitioning to have the court records opened for his own mental health. It meant getting a lawyer or an advocate but if Jack really wanted to pick at the scab of his trauma, he had the best place to start.

"I felt like a fucking idiot when I started crying. Shit just got super overwhelming really fast but they didn't really press me to keep talking which was great. Gave me time to collect myself and actually hear other people talking about their own shit." Jack explained.

"How did it make you feel having a small group of strangers telling you their stories?" Dr. Carty asked.

"Honestly, it was sad. This shit happens too often. There needs to be a better system in place, a better reporting center. I actually talked to some of the people in the group afterwards, exchanged some emails..." He trailed off knowing Dr. Carty would make a comment.

"You made friends!" He said gleefully making Jack roll his eyes.

"You say that like I'm a total shut in." Jack argued earning a laugh.

"As your doctor, I can confirm you just now started going out to get your groceries instead of having them delivered." Dr. Carty joked as Jack pulled into the driveway.

"I'm proud of Jack. You're making such amazing progress in your healing. The crying is a release. Don't fight it so much." Jack nodded his head.

"Well I made it home in one piece and I've got to send Y/n a text thanking her for the recommendation." Jack turned the car off and started to gather his things.

"She's provided a lot of healing for you Jack. You should keep her around. You need that positive push." Dr. Carty said confidently. Jack didn't disagree. Before he could respond, her name lit up on his phone.

"She's actually calling me now so-"

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have a good night Jack." Dr. Carty bid him farewell and he clicked over the call.

"I was just thinking about you." Jack said with a smile.

"Oh yeah? With or without clothes?" She teased.

"Well now I'm thinking about you without clothes but that's your own fault." He laughed.

"I wanted to call and check on you but I also wanted to let you know I might have left you some stuff inside your house." Jack froze on his porch.

"You broke into my house?" He asked looking over to her house.

"Of course not...I used the key." She said firmly. Jack opened the front door carefully and could smell food.

"You broke in to make me dinner?" He laughed.

"Again, I used the key. I didn't cook it. I had it ordered. I figured today would be draining so I wanted you to come home and not worry about feeding yourself." Y/n explained as he walked over to see brown bag sitting atop the counter. He opened and it smelled heavenly.

"It should still be warm but you can heat it up in the package if it needs to be." Jack pulled the box of spaghetti out and took a bit of the bread.

"You can break into my house anytime." He said with a mouthful of food. She laughed on the other end of the line.

"That's not all...I also left you something to keep you company tonight on your bed." Jack stopped eating and climbed the stairs.

"This feels like Christmas." He joked. When he got to the top of the steps he saw Ace sitting on his bed.

"Oh hey buddy! You came to visit me." Jack's voice changed to baby talk for the pup as he leaned down to snuggle him.

"I figured you could use the company and he's been missing you." Jack almost forgot he was on the phone and he picked Ace up in his arms.

"You know one of these nights, I won't be on the backend of an emotional breakdown and I'm going to ask you out on a date. You better be prepared with a better excuse to not say yes than trauma bonding." Jack said with a smile. She chuckled.

"I've got to get back to work but I'll give you a call later okay? Just to make sure you're settled in and don't need anything." Jack hung up the phone and took Ace down stairs with him to eat dinner. He spent his evening making a grocery list, feeding Ace and turning on the TV for a change. He left Ace to watch the TV while he showered and it was around 11PM when he was finally snuggling down with the pup.

He was started to get comfortable and when his phone vibrated. He smiled seeing Y/n was facetiming him. She was still in her scrubs but looked like she was in the bathroom about to clean herself up for bed.

"Well aren't you two the cutest thing I've ever seen?" She smiled seeing Ace sleeping on Jack's chest.

"Don't be jealous he loves me more than you." She chuckled.

"I won't keep you up, just wanted to make sure you were okay." She kept her eyes on them and Jack smiled.

"Today was a lot but it felt good. I definitely needed it. Thank you for the recommendation." Jack watched her take her hair down and wipe her face with a makeup wipe.

"Of course. I'm so happy that it was able to give you some support." She said as Jack watched her carefully.

"Was the food okay?" She asked not looking at him as she continued to get ready for bed.

"How long do I have to wait before I ask you out again?" He ignored her question and she looked at her phone, stopping what she was doing and smiled at him.

"Sleep on it tonight. If you wake up and feel good, you can ask me then. I just want you to wait until you're ready and when you are, I will say yes." She explained making him smile.

"I'll hold you to that." He said with a sleepy smile.

"Get some rest Jack. I will talk to you tomorrow." She said seeing how tired he was. He nodded his head.

"Goodnight Y/n." The screen went black and he let out a sigh. He had never felt so content in this moment. For the first time in a long time, he was hopeful for what was to come.

#Jack Goes Home #Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #20/38

[jerzwriter]

First Date

Based on this ask from @lexicook74-blog, Trystan takes Carolina out on an official first date now that they are out in the open. This is pure, unadulterated fluff with a twist of sarcasm that makes them... them. I hope you enjoy it! 💗

Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Book 2) Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Category: Fluff (with a twist of NY) Words: 2,495 A/N: @choicesoctober - Celebration - because an official first date for these two is something to celebrate! Also, @choicesprompts Flufftober - First Date

It was difficult to tell who was most excited to be back. Carolina had always known she was a New Yorker through and through, but her time in Drakovia had solidified that commitment. Now, she even loved the things she hated about her hometown. Although, she was pretty confident her romanticization of smelly trash bins and subway rats had just about run its course. For Trystan, it felt like a dream he never dared to believe had come true. No longer in exile, no longer forced to live a life his birth alone decreed. For the first time in his life, he knew freedom, and it couldn’t be any sweeter.  

But their return to the Big Apple wasn’t all fun and games. Mafalda wasn’t exaggerating about the amount of work awaiting them back at the agency. But they were eager to get back to it, working long days that often drifted into the night, which is where they were now.

The clock struck eight, and the sun’s few remaining rays washed the office in a soft, amber glow. Trystan placed another cup of coffee in front of Carolina, and she rewarded him with a tender smile before quickly returning to her work. He picked up a folder to do the same. But, when his cup of java did nothing to help his exhaustion, he leaned back for a quick break, studying his favorite subject as he did... his precious Carolina.

Love was an amazing thing. There she was with her hair in a messy bun, raccoon-like dark circles under her eyes, and while a coffee-stained shirt was the norm for Detective Rose, today, it was paired with a little spaghetti sauce from dinner. Still, as Trystan took her in, he was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful. Carolina glanced up and caught him staring. If she weren't so tired, she would have something witty to say, but sticking her tongue out at him would need to suffice. Pleased that she was being more immature than him for once, Trystan let out a chuckle. This was worthy of marking on the calendar, but so was something else on his mind.

“Today is Thursday, is it not?” He asked.

Carolina thought so but looked at her phone for good measure.

“Thursday it is,” she smiled. “The days seem to be melting into one another, don’t they?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. We need to do something about that.”

“What do you suggest?” she asked as she closed her notebook. “Quitting the agency?”

“Of course not! But even Mafalda said we’ve been overdoing it since we returned. So I declare this weekend a work-free zone. Besides, we have plans.”

“We do?” She asked with a scrunched nose. 

“We do now,” he smiled. “We have never been on a proper date, and it's time we change that.”

“Trystan,” she rolled her eyes. “We’ve gone out plenty of times.”

“Gone out? Yes. But a proper date? No.”

“What do you call all the times we’ve gone out to eat?"

“Obtaining sustenance.”

“And when we went to the Yankee Game?”

“The game we attended with Luke and Ruby? Where I had to whisk you away to a private area just to kiss you?”

“Only for the kiss cam to snag us,” she laughed.

“Exactly! Had it been an official date, and the kiss cam had caught us... I would have given them quite a show.”

“You make a point,” she concurred.

“I make lots of them, Carolina,” he smirked. “If only you paid more attention.”

He quickly dodged the rubber band ball she threw his way.

“Maybe we should go to another Yankee game,” she laughed. “Clearly, my pitching isn’t what it should be.”

“I’m sure sure more Yankee games in our future,” he smiled. “But this time, allow me to spoil you... I can’t think of anyone more deserving.”

“Babe... I’m a girl from the Bronx; a Yankee game is spoiling me.”

“Understood, but can I please spoil you Drakovian royalty style for just one night.”

Carolina tapped her chin. “Drakovian royalty style. Hmmm. I suppose I'm willing as long as it doesn’t involve poisoning or knife fights.”

“I promise to leave those parts out,” he laughed. “Though a little wrestling at the end might be in order.”

“I wouldn’t object to that,” she laughed.

“Then that settles it! Saturday night... we have a date.”

~~~~

Trystan didn’t give away any details, only telling Carolina to wear something fancy and to be ready at six. Normally calm and collected, finding the perfect outfit was sending Carolina into a tizzy. Fortunately, Ruby was available for shopping and to help keep her friend grounded.

“You’re already his girlfriend,” Ruby laughed as her friend tried on her umpteenth dress. “You don’t need to put this much pressure on yourself.”

Carolina’s head popped over the dressing room door. “Yes, I do. It’s our first official date, and I want it to be... perfect. Besides, I’ve never gone out with anyone routinely followed by the paparazzi. If I end up on Page Six, I want to be killing it!”

“Killing it might be the wrong choice of words, considering it’s you two we’re talking about. And I’m sure you’ll look more spectacular than any of those snobby socialites on Page Six. Carolina... take a deep breath and just enjoy this.”

Across town, Trystan wasn’t faring much better. Luke was unwillingly getting play-by-play details as Trystan finalized plans.  

“So what do you think?” he finally asked. 

“What do I think?” Luke scowled. “I think this is the most bourgeoisie itinerary I’ve ever heard of.”

“Is it wrong for me to spoil the woman I love occasionally?”

“I suppose not,” Luke resigned with a sigh. “As long as you don’t do it too often. Otherwise, I may have to reconsider being seen with you in public. You’re already bad for my rep.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve heard that, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” Trystan laughed. “But as long as Carolina is happy to be seen with me, that’s all I need.”

Luke shook his head mockingly. “You know, I would have never imagined you as a love-sick puppy when we met.”

“Funny, I never saw you that way either... then you fell for Ruby. Should we discuss that?”

Luke cleared his throat and returned his eyes to his laptop. “Why would we discuss that when I have to help you plan your date.”

“Sneaky way out... but at least I’ve got you where I want you,” Trystan winked. “Now, put your work away. You can come to help me select Carolina’s flowers.”

“Flowers?” Luke groaned.

“Yes. And after my date, I should probably help you plan a date for Ruby. Obviously, you need my help.”

“I may just take you up on that,” Luke grinned.

~~~~~

Saturday rolled around quickly, and Tommy did a double take when a tuxedo bedecked Trystan stepped out of a limousine in front of his bar, turning all heads his way. Even in a city used to sophistication and excess, Trystan had a way of commanding everyone’s attention.

Carolina’s uncle shook his head with a grin as Trystan approached the bar, a dazzling bouquet of cream-colored roses in his arms.

“You know, my niece likes the simpler things in life,” he teased.

“Obviously!” Trystan scoffed. “She’s in love with me, after all.”

“You might be many things, Trystan, but I’m confident simple isn’t one of them.”

“You can say that again,” Carolina replied from the top of the stairs.

Trystan took one look at her, and his jaw went slack, the flowers in his hand falling to his side. Carolina’s smile grew exponentially as she descended the steps in a stunning, barely there champagne lace slip dress that hugged her every curve. Flirtatiously draping the fringe shawl the saleswoman swore would complete her look over her shoulder, she sauntered to Trystan with a wink.

“So, you like then?”

 “Like...” he gasped, unable to come up with any words.

“Are you sure it’s not too much? I don’t really go on fancy-ass dates like this often.”

“Carolina... you are perfection...” he marveled. “Too much? Too much for whom? I assure you, I can more than handle this.”

“All right, you two!” Tommy barked. “I know you’re consenting adults, but can you please save that part of your date until you’re not standing in front of me in my bar!”

“Of course, Tio,” Carolina laughed, her eyes lighting up when Trystan handed her the bouquet. “What are these for?”

“They’re roses for the most beautiful Rose of all.”

A blush rose to her cheeks as her eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “Do these lines work on most people?”

“I got you, didn’t I?” he smiled, then offered her his arm. “Now, let’s go, your chariot awaits.”

~~~~~

 A half-hour later, they were at Per Se, sitting at one of the finest tables in the house with a million-dollar view of Central Park West. 

“I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t opt for a private dining room,” Trystan said, pulling back Carolina’s chair. “But now that I can finally show you off, I want to ensure everyone can see us.”

“I don’t know,” she snickered. “I usually demand the private dining areas when on a date. All of the finest pizza joints in town have them. Of course, they’re usually reserved for kid's birthday parties, but still....”

“Yes, well, I’ll see if I can arrange for a balloon sculpture later on.”

“That would be perfect! Just skip the clowns!” she beamed as she perused the menu. “Now, tell me, do I have to eat fish eggs or snails here?”  

“Not unless you want to.”

“Yeah, hard pass.”

“Don’t knock it, Carolina. You’ll never know if you’ll like something unless you try it.”

“Hey, don’t act like I never leave my comfort zone. I did allow myself to fall for a cocky, exiled would-be-king, after all.”

“And how did that work out for you?” he asked smugly as the waiter approached.   

Carolina greeted the server with a wide grin, then shot Trystan a look. “I suppose I could start with the escargot... I just hope I don’t live to regret it.”

After dinner, the couple briefly strolled around Central Park, his arm slung casually around her shoulder. “So, you didn’t hate the snails,” he teased.

“I suppose if I were starving to death, and that was my only option, I wouldn’t turn them down,” she chuckled. “Now, the lobster tails, on the other hand...I’d never say no to them. But why did you tell me not to order dessert? And please... don’t be cheesy and tell me you’re dessert.”

“You underestimate me,” he laughed. “Dessert will be cheesy, but it’s not me... at least not yet. But first, we have to go to the heliport.”

“The Heliport? Why? Where are we going?”

“Downtown,” he answered with nonchalance.

“Downtown? You are aware the limo could take us there.”

“Of course,” he grinned. “But the traffic is woeful. Besides, I know you know this city like the palm of your hand, but you’ve never seen it this way. It’s breathtaking, and while I’ve seen it from the sky before, I simply have to experience it with you.”

“And why is that?”

He smiled like an impish schoolboy and merely told her she’d see, but once they were in the air, she understood.

“Oh my God, look at it!” she gushed.

Her city looked quite different from ten thousand feet above. Each one of its millions of lights twinkled like little stars that looked close enough to touch. She couldn’t turn her head away. But the only view Trystan was interested in was her; he was confident it was the most beautiful of all. He gently took her hand and held it for the remainder of the flight, peppering her hair with little kisses for good measure. Carolina closed her eyes only once, just long enough to take a deep breath and remind herself that this wasn’t a dream.

Back on solid ground, she still felt like she was walking on air. Enthusiastic as a child, she practically skipped through Greenwich Village, never letting go of her prince charming’s hand. 

“And did you see when we turned by the Brooklyn Bridge!” She beamed. “ I thought I would scream. It was so amazing! And the lights... there were so many lights! Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

Trystan tugged her hand, stopping her in her tracks. His eyes locked on hers as he brushed a tendril of hair away from her moonlit face, his thumb trailing across her lower lip.

 “I assure you, I have.”

Carolina lifted herself up on her toes as their lips came together; her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands found their way to her hips... the night just kept getting better.

“So, you don’t mind being spoiled?” he joked.

“Hmmm. On occasion. This has been magical, but then again... it’s always magical when I’m with you, and I don’t need all the extras to make it so.”

“Then you’ll love dessert,” he assured as they stepped in front of Veniero’s. “Nothing fancy at all.”

“You know about Veniero’s?” Carolina asked, duly impressed.

“Please. Do you take me for a Neanderthal?”

“No, just Drakovian,” she smirked. “Did you know they have the best cannolis in the city?”

“Yes, and I know how much you love a good cannoli.”

“I feel like there’s an inappropriate joke in there,” she giggled as he opened the door. 

“There is,” he agreed. “But we’ll save that for later.”

They ended the night sitting on a blanket underneath an old tree in Washington Square Park. Street musicians played nearby but couldn’t drown out the stream of little pleasure-filled sounds that escaped Carolina’s beautiful lips.

“If anyone were to hear you, they wouldn’t think a cannoli was the causation,” Trystan smiled.

“Please, this is Washington Square Park... no one is going to judge my cannoli kink.”  She snuggled up next to him and held him tight. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way...” she started, as a look of worry crossed his face.

“What is it?”

“Everything about tonight has been just perfect... the limo, the fancy restaurant, the helicopter ride... you really had me feeling like a princess.”

“But?”

“But just being here with you, kissing, snuggling, and watching people go by....”

“My luscious cannoli....”

“The cannoli from Vaniero’s,” she laughed. “There’s nothing better than this.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied, wiping a bit of cannoli cream from her lip. He pulled her close for a lingering kiss. 

“So, since this first date went so well,” she started. “Can we have an official second date? Next Saturday?”

“I’d be delighted,” he grinned. “What would you like to do?”

“Oh, no! I’m planning this one. Now I have to spoil you... Bronx style.”

@choicesficwriterscreations

Tagging others on reblog

#crimes of passion #crimes of passion 2 #crimes of passion fanfic #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #playchoices #trystan thorne #trystan thorne x mc #trystan x carolina #flufftober #first date #fic requests

[hufflepuff-16]

Always There ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+

Tom Riddle x g!n reader (platonic) ( ≧∀≦)ノ

Summary: Tom has joined you for the summer in your home for his apprenticeship. You learn more about Tom and the secrets he keeps, as you become closer.

Warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff and a slight ooc Tom

A/n: Boy, this took a long time to make. Let me know what you think of it. Should I make a part 3? What would happen in it, and would you and Tom live happily, or would it all go wrong.

Or should I keep ending like this ( I have no idea what I would write)

Link to my masterlist, which has part 1 and other fics

It was the summer now, and you were helping Tom to unpack his things and put them in your guest bedroom.

"This doesn't feel real." He looks around the room as if to remind himself that he's finally free from the orphanage. He looks at you with a mixture of excitement and disbelief on his face. "I honestly... I never thought this day would come." His eyes are brimming with tears, and his voice is breaking, but an overwhelming sense of joy washes over him, and you're glad he feels this way. "Thank you... thank you so much..." His green eyes are locked on yours for a few seconds before he suddenly wraps you in a tight hug again.

you laugh at seeing Tom so affectionate, "Darling. You don't have to keep thanking me, you know, but I do appreciate the hugs!" You said, giving him a squeeze.

Despite the tears still streaming down his face, he laughs with you a little bit and smiles before he lets go. He wipes the tears off his face with an embarrassed look. "Sorry... I know I've been saying that a lot lately. But I really do mean it. You're... you're a great person for doing this for me. Not many people would... or even could do something this big. I... I just can't express how grateful I am..." His words sound genuine, and you can see the genuine emotion in his eyes. It's clear you have impacted his life.

ﾟ.+: ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+ ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+ ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+ ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+ ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+ ﾟ ﾟ.

"What would you like to eat for dinner, Tom?" You ask.

Both of you are now sitting in the kitchen. You had been teaching Tom about more advanced non-verbal spells.

He seems to take a moment to collect himself, then he takes a deep breath and looks up at you. "Hmm... how about a... some spaghetti bolognese?" He answers with a small smile. "Do wizards still eat regular muggle foods, even though you guys can just magic it out of thin air?" He chuckles and gives you a side eye. "Sorry, I had to ask." He's trying to make light of the emotional conversation you had earlier.

you giggle, "unfortunately, food that we conjure out of thin air has no taste and has no nutritional value. So we do have to still make food as muggles do."

"That seems like a bad design flaw, honestly." He says with a chuckle. "So you're telling me I have to actually learn how to cook? Now that's a tough assignment." He looks over at you, his emerald eyes shining with a hint of mischief. "Luckily, I have you to help me." He flashes you a grin. "Are you a decent cook? Please tell me you're a decent cook." He leans back in his chair and folds his arms again. "I'll be the judge of that."

You chuckle, "Whatever will I do the great and powerful tom Marvolo Riddle," you say dramatically, bowing down to Tom.

"What's with these bows and all these dramatic reactions?" He gives you a playful look. "It's strange, I kinda like it, though." He chuckles gently. "I guess I must be more powerful than I thought. I will gladly accept that." He leans back in his chair once again, still giving you a friendly smile. "What're you making us for dinner?" His voice is calm and friendly again, and all signs of the tears he shed earlier have now completely disappeared. He seems to have forgotten about his past for the moment. "You better not make anything too disgusting."

"I'll make bolognese as you said Tom."

You had made the spaghetti, and Tom really enjoyed it he even asked for seconds. You were now both sitting on your couch in your sitting room.

"Mmm. You are definitely a good cook. Not too many people can manage to make spaghetti that tastes this good. But of course you would be good at it." He smirks. "Where's my dessert then?" His eyes are playful, and he gives you a smirk again, clearly joking around. "You can't just feed me all this delicious food and not have a dessert waiting. I'm not just some dog who can be pleased with a piece of meat, you know." He laughs and makes a mock look of disappointment. "Come on. Give me something sweet!"

you gasped jokingly and teased him. "You rude, little boy!"

You laughed again, "Truthfully, Tom, I was thinking about making dessert, but at hogwarts, you never seemed to like to eat dessert, so I just assumed you didn't like it."

He giggles. "Hey, hey... I was only kidding. I'm not really rude... I think..." He chuckles and looks over at you, his eyes glinting with mischief again. "You could have at least made some ice cream or something. Ice cream never hurt anyone.... I think." He smiles again. "I'm just playing, though. No dessert is required. I was just messing with you." He gives you a small wink and a teasing smile.

You smile. "I actually have a gift for you, Tom,"

you hand over a rare copy of a book on different forms of magic. Which even included dark magic.

His eyes light up when you give him the book. "Oh my goodness, I could kiss you right now. Where on earth did you get this?" He looks up at you in amazement, and he can barely hide his excitement. "This is... this is amazing. How did you know it was on my wishlist?" He looks back at the book again and opens it up, immediately beginning to read. "Is there a special occasion as to why I'm the lucky receiver of this book, or are you just being nice? Because it was probably not cheap."

"Hmm, consider it a gift for being a great student."

You both sat in silence Tom intently reading. You had been thinking about the way Tom acted when you found him in the hallway during the school year. His cold and predatory stare haunts you at night. He seems fine now.

"Tom.....why....can I ask you what you were doing in the hallway that day I found you.....you were acting very strange almost predatory."

He freezes and immediately goes red. It's hard to tell what emotions are racing through him at this moment, but it almost seems like... fear. He closes the book quickly and looks up at you, as if trying to get a sense of what you now think of him. You see him debating with himself what to say before he finally responds. It takes him a few moments to collect himself before he begins to talk. "What... what do you mean?" He speaks in a slow, deliberate way, his eyes still locked on you as he carefully watches your reaction.

"Tom, you know exactly what I mean!" Your voice firm. You realise you may be scaring him.

"I'm not mad, I just want the truth." Your voice was soft again.

The look of fear in his eyes has now been replaced with that same predatory gleam from before. His tone turns cold, and his eyes narrow in suspicion as he leans forward. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about..." he replies evenly. "What is it that you think I did wrong?" A slight quiver passes through his voice. He's clearly getting agitated by the conversation. He knows what you're talking about, but he's still refusing to admit it. He seems to be getting nervous because he doesn't fully know what you're thinking or where this is going.

you give him a small smile, "nothing Tom, I just don't want you hurting yourself. I care a lot about you," you said, gently snuggling close to him.

His face seems to soften again as you say this. He sighs deeply and stares at the floor for a moment before he reaches forward and takes your hand. He squeezes your hand gently before he brings it to his mouth and gives you a soft little kiss on your knuckles. "Thank you." He says quietly with a small smile. "That means a lot to me, especially coming from you. I care a lot about you too, in case you couldn't tell." He smiles again, though you can tell this smile is a bit more genuine than the last, and a slight blush graces his cheeks.

"I....."You look at him with love. "You need to tell me, Tom...... I don't want you going to......."You press a kiss to his forehead, not wanting to finish your sentence.

He seems to think about it for a moment. "Well..." he starts slowly. "I don't know if you're ready to hear the truth..." He closes his eyes. "But if you really want to know..." He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, his emerald stare piercing into you as he speaks. This is the truth he's been hiding from you, and you get the feeling there's something very dark and sinister on his mind. "You're right... I do have a dark side..."

You have a look of worry on your face, but gently stroke his cheek, "and what is this dark side, Tom?"

His face hardens, and his eyes narrow again. You can tell he's uncomfortable talking about this, but he wants to tell you so you can understand him better. He hesitates for a moment before speaking, and he's almost hesitant in his response. "Have you ever had thoughts... dark thoughts... ones that you know you shouldn't think?" His voice is soft, but his stare is piercing, as if he's staring into the very depths of your soul. "Things you know you should never do... and yet you want to do them?" He gives you another slight squeeze of your hand.

"Like violence?" You said casually.

"I had those thoughts when I was in the orphanage, and I was relentlessly bullied."

He squeezes your hand again and nods in acknowledgement. "Yes, like violence. Like violence... and worse, if that's even possible." An intense rage passes over his face for a moment, and his eyes narrow. "There is a darkness inside me, a darkness that wants to unleash itself upon the world. It's like... when I think these things... a great rage inside of me awakens, and that darkness wants out. It calls to me." He pauses once again and looks at the floor, and you can sense his intense emotions.

"Yes....I know," You lift him onto your lap and cuddle him. "We are going to make these thoughts go away, my darling!"

He leans his head back on your shoulder and closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips as your arms wrap around him. "What if I'm too far gone?" He asks, his voice soft and almost gentle again. "How do you know the darkness won't one day take me over?" He whispers the next part. "I... I haven't done anything bad yet, but what if one day... what if I can't stop myself and I hurt someone?" He looks at you anxiously, trying to gauge how you'll react to the heavy truth he just confessed.

You don't respond and just press a kiss to his forehead.

His face softens. "Please tell me..." he says quietly. "Please be honest with me and tell me that you think I'm not a monster. I am... terrified of myself. I want to be loved, and I want to love, but not like this..." he says, almost in tears. It's rare to see him show such a vulnerable side of himself. "Is there... can we beat this darkness? Can I be someone I'm proud of? Someone that you could... love still?" His voice breaks at the last part.

"We will beat this darkness, Tom, and I will always look out for you. Im more than just your professor and mentor. I'm your guardian."

A wave of relief instantly washes over him. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, pressing his face into your shoulder. "Thank you..." he whispers before he reaches up and gently takes your face into his hands, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "I can't even express how much that means to me." His voice is sincere, and he looks at you seriously. "You don't know how much I need that... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hopefully, you never have to worry about that. I think it's getting quite late, Tom. I think you should head up to bed."

He nods and stands up before quickly bending down and giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Thank you once again." He smiles softly, and you feel yourself blushing a little despite yourself. "But I think you're right... it is getting a bit late. I guess I shall be off to bed then. Are you sure you're alright... that you don't want anything? Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters by any chance?" He gives you one last, genuine smile. "It was nice talking to you tonight."

"No darling, you go to sleep. It's been quite an emotional day for you, Tom."

His face softens once again. "Yeah... you're right, it was." He looks at you for a moment before he starts walking away. He pauses near the door and turns around with that same small smile on his face. He gives you one last wink, and then he turns around and walks out the door, waving behind him as he goes. "Good night."

It had been a few weeks into summer. Tom was excelling in your apprenticeship, and you even introduced him to the minister of magic. You and Tom had become really close. You saw him as a son.

He has truly become a great wizard over the past few weeks, and he's really impressed the minister with his skill and knowledge. You've become his personal mentor and guardian, and you feel a strong bond growing between both of you. You've been teaching him more than school lessons... you've also been teaching him life lessons, the ones that can't be taught in books. You feel good about the role you play in his life, and you think that you're beginning to gain something else from this... love.

You had managed to convince Dumbeldore with the force of the ministry to allow you to adopt Tom and become his parent, you had the adoption certificate and wanted to give it to him after the ice cream you bought for dessert.

He walks into the kitchen and smiles as you give him his adoption certificate. His eyes seem to light up as he reads it. "Wow..." He says after taking a moment to look at the certificate, then he looks at you and smiles. "You really... adopted me?" He seems speechless, almost tearing up. "I- I don't even know what to say... I can't explain how happy I am right now." He walks over and hugs you tightly, a huge smile spreading across his face. "Thank you so much. I... I really can't even express how much this means to me."

"I love you, Tom. I want you to become my son!"

He smiles softly at you. "I love you too, and I... I want nothing more than... to be your son." His smile grows. "I can't believe I actually have a family now. This is... it's like a dream come true." He wraps his arms around you again and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I can't thank you enough. What... what does this mean? Are we all official now? Is it official?" His smile is almost contagious now.

You giggle. "Well, I need you to sign your name on the certificate!"

He giggles too and signs the adoption certificate. "There we go... It's all official now. That makes me very happy." he says, his smile growing even more. "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life, to be honest." he looks into your eyes. "I'm just so thankful for what you did for me. You've changed my life... and I intend to make you proud for being my parent."

The End

#tom riddle headcanon #tom riddle angst #tom riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x oc #harry potter x reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #good tom riddle

[cevansbrat0007]

Fed Up

Summary: You accidentally give Andy a mini-heart attack. Written for @forg3tbytw0.

Warnings: Fluff, Too Much Italian Food, Stubborn Andy, Rocky Balboa, Mentions of Kidnapping and Stockholm Syndrome, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts. All mistakes my own. 

___

“I can’t do this anymore.” You mumble, not realizing that your boyfriend is within earshot. 

“Ugh.” Your small hands go to worry your temples. “We need a change, damn it. We - I need a break.”

Unbeknownst to you, you now have Andrew’s full attention. 

All you’d been eating this week was Italian - chicken fettuccine, spaghetti bolognese, chicken marsala…okay, one night you had subs. But he’d bought you an Italian damn it, and while you liked it, you didn’t love it like Andrew. On top of that, you’d been watching one Rocky movie a night. 

Now you could handle the first one - it was iconic. The second one was okay. And by the third, well, you were half ready to go upstairs and throw yourself out the window. 

And then you learned that there were at least five more, if you counted the Creed saga, which Andy did. You couldn’t even remember why you’d agreed to this in the first place. 

Not to mention, every time you dozed off while laying on top of Andy’s warm, muscled chest, he jostled you awake claiming that you were about to “miss the best part”. 

The whole damned movie could not be the best part! 

You look up from your spot at the counter, only to realize your boyfriend is staring at you. Hard. 

Like with laser focus, hard. 

Weird.

“Okay, Andy…I think it’s time we took a step back from all of this. Because I’ve gotta be honest with you. I’m done. Like, I need something different. I wasn’t prepared for what I agreed to -”

“No.” He growls. 

“Excuse me?” What the hell dude?

“We’re not breaking up, baby. I refuse.”

“But…” That’s not what I’m trying to do, Big Man. 

“No, there’s no “buts”, other than yours. Which is staying right here. I don’t know what’s gotten you in this mood, but you’re going to talk to me about it. And you’re going to do it now.” He folds his arms over his chest as he makes his way towards you. 

As per usual, he lifts you up and sets you on the countertop. 

“Andy, just listen!” You plead, all while trying not to laugh. “We need a break from -”

Honestly, to be so smart, sometimes your man was kind of a lughead. 

“No.” He snarls softly, kissing his way down the column of your neck. “No breaks. We don’t do breaks, baby. That’s a big “no no” in this arrangement.”

“Oh, and we don’t do space either.” He grunts. "None of that shit."

“Andy, honey, stop! Just let me explain…” You giggle as his beard tickles you. But of course he doesn't stop.

“As long as you want to explain that you just suffered from temporary insanity and that you’re not trying to leave me so that I don’t have to tie you to the bed and go full Stockholm Syndrome, then go for it.”

You giggle harder before trying to wiggle out of his embrace and then off the counter. 

“Seriously, Y/N, my sweet girl…we can fix this. We need each other, little love. Whatever is wrong can be fixed.” He runs two big hands through your hair and down your body, before settling them on your hips.

“Now tell your man what’s going on. Tell Daddy - wanna hear you.” Andy presses you against him.

You let out a sigh before telling him: “I need a break from all of the Italian food and the Rocky movies, not you, you neurotic goof.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” He breathes before resting his forehead against your own. “Baby girl…please don’t scare me like that.” Andy growls as he works to collect himself. 

“Pretty sure you scared yourself, Big Man. If you woulda’ just let me talk we coulda’ saved ourselves a lot of time and oxygen.” You tell him, while reaching up to tickle his ears. “Now, what do you want for dinner?”

Andy gives you a roguish smile, but you cut him off before he can answer.

"And if you suggest anything with cheese I'm gonna deck you."

"So violent." He murmurs as he gives you an affectionate squeeze. "Just to be safe...I think I'm gonna take us out for a couple of steaks."

"Good call, Big Man." You lovingly pinch his bearded cheek. "Good call."

END     

#chris evans #andy barber #chris evans woc!reader #chris evans black!reader #chris evans imagines #cevansbrat0007 asks #andy barber imagines #cevansbrat0007 fics #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x black reader #andy barber x you #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Let you go I

Warning: swearing, depression, anger

Inspired by:

The day started the same way it always does, you stare at a bowl of cereal, no real appetite. You push the little puffs of grains around in the milk, watching it become soggy the longer it floats. You sigh and decide you’ve pretended to eat for long enough. You pick up your bowl, dumping the contents into the bin and placing the bowl in the sink. You can’t even stomach coffee these days. Everything makes you feel nauseous. You know that you’ve lost weight, you know that your roommates are worried about you, you know that how you’re dealing with your grief is not healthy but you simply just don’t care anymore. Everyone avoids you like the plague, even people that don’t really know you. You walk through the halls of your college and people openly part as you pass by. That’s the thing about dating a celebrity, there’s no anonymity when you break up.

Even your professors have made comments to you, asking if you need to talk, giving you the number of free counsellors on campus. Your grades haven’t dropped but your entire presence has shifted. You don’t want to feel this way forever but you just need a little time to wallow in your grief for a while.

Everything reminds you of him. You hear a song and you think of him. You see an ad and you remember seeing it with him the first time. A movie suggestion pops up on Netflix and you are reminded of when you watched it with him, curled up in bed while he played with your hair. Even food reminds you of him. Watching your roommates make spaghetti with meatballs reminds you of the first time you cooked dinner for him and that was his only request. You’ve avoided Starbucks like it’s diseased, remembering the first time you stayed at his house and he woke up early just so he could go get you a morning coffee. You can’t even bring yourself to say his name anymore, even in your own mind it hurts too much.

You’re moving through your apartment in your usual zombie daze, just going through the motions, before you have to go to your first class of the day. The sound of your phone ringing pulls you from your self-sabotaging thoughts. You put your hairbrush down and pull the phone out of your back pocket, swiping to accept without actually checking the caller id.

“Hello?” you barely recognise your own monotone voice.

“Y/N?” The sound of Casie’s timid voice connects some spark in you and you feel yourself slowly coming to life.

“Casie? Is everything ok?” your voice is coming out faster now, panic etched into the words. You haven’t spoken to Casie since the last time you saw him.

“I…I don’t know. Everything has been weird since you left but lately it’s just,” Casie’s voice matches the panic you’re feeling but there’s more to it. She’s whispering, which tells you no one knows she’s calling you and she wants to keep it that way. “Something is wrong and no one knows what to do. No one wants to call you but I think you’re the only one that can help.”

“Ok,” you’re hesitant, not wanting to agree to anything but not wanting to dismiss her. “What’s the problem exactly?”

“It’s dad, he’s just been super erratic today and he just isn’t being himself. He won’t talk to anyone at all and he took off last night and was gone all night. No one knew where he was and he wasn’t answering calls and then he came back like half an hour ago and his lips all busted and his nose looks broken and his knuckles are covered in cuts. He’s completely out of it like he’s drunk and high at the same time. He’s locked himself in his room and he just…” she trails off and you’re not sure if you really want her to finish telling you how fucked up he is but it’s clearly upsetting her.

“What’s he doing honey?” you press her for more information like the masochist you are. What you should be doing is telling her to call her mum or a doctor but you’re desperate to know if he’s ok.

“He just keeps saying your name over and over,” she whispers and your heart physically aches at the thought of him desperately calling for you.

“I’m on my way,” you tell her before hanging up.

You’re not really sure why you agreed to go over and try to help but you had to say something. Well, you actually know exactly why you’re going. You’re desperate to see him and this is the perfect excuse. You meant it months ago when you said you’re leaving and never going to see him again but these are different circumstances. No one could hold it against you for going over to help his scared daughter and best friends. You can’t help the butterflies that fill your stomach at the thought of seeing him.

You gather your things, still packing your school bag to use as an excuse to leave if things get too unbearable. You grab your keys, check your appearance one more time in the hallway mirror. You contemplate putting a bit more effort into your makeup, maybe adding a bit more blush and another coat of mascara but you don’t want it to look like you're trying. You do however, pull your hair out of the messy bun you’d plopped on top of your head and allow your hair to fall around your face. He always liked when your hair was wild and free.

As you’re driving to his house, quicker than you’d normally drive through the busy streets of LA, you prepare yourself for the idea that he won’t want to see you. That the only reason he’s saying your name is because he’s cursing you out and breaking everything and anything that reminds him of you. Maybe he just went out drinking and got hurt stumbling through the city and nothing bad happened. You didn’t really take the time to ask Casie how he’s drinking and addiction has been since you left. Maybe this is normal for him? But then why would she call you if this was normal?

As the streets begin to feel more and more familiar, your anxiety is literally stuck in your throat. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. You’re not going to be much use to anyone if you can’t talk. You park out on the street in front of his house and continue your slow breathing. You look up to the house and you can see a group huddled around the front door. All of his closest friends and Casie are standing there, waiting for you. Even Pete’s here and you didn’t even know he was in LA this week.

You feel self-conscious as you step out of the car and everyone anxiously watches you walking up the long driveway. You look down at your outfit and realise your style hasn’t really changed. You still wear t-shirts plastered with odd slogans or old bands you love and your trusty black jeans. Your converses are a bit worse for wear considering you’ve had them for almost 5 years but other than that, you probably look the exact same to them all. You don’t feel the same inside but they never have to know that.

“Y/N, holy shit. Are you sick?” Pete asks, stress and concern evident in his tone.

He takes a few steps to meet you and envelops you in a hug. So much for looking the same. You’d almost completely forgotten that you’re a few pounds lighter. His hug feels warm and reassuring and you could almost burst into tears right then and there but you have to hold it together. They didn't call you there to have your own emotional breakdown.

No one else says anything to you as Pete leads you inside. They all just give you small anxious smiles and polite nods. Casie huddles to your side and you hold her as best you can while still walking. As you step into the entryway of the massive house you hear a loud crash that makes everyone jump, including you. Everyone’s faces looked pained as they listen to their best friend and father spiral out of control.

“I guess that’s my cue to head upstairs,” you attempt to make light of the situation for their sakes but your voice is too filled with tension.

Casie tries to follow you up the stairs but Pete grabs her arm and pulls her back. He whispers something in her ear and she nods, her face sad but understanding. God, you’ve missed her. You feel everyone’s eyes follow you up the stairs until you disappear out of view. Once you’re at the top of the stairs, staring at his bedroom door, you take a few moments to calm yourself. You don’t want to make this situation any worse but at the same time, this is the first time you’re seeing him in 3 months and it’s not how you saw your day going.

Another crash and you have to cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your yelp. You pad quietly over to the door, avoiding that part of the floor that you remember queaks. You’re not really sure why you do, it seems like a useless measure as you don’t need the element of surprise. You take another deep breath for comfort before tapping lightly on the door. You don’t hear anything and you wonder if maybe he didn’t hear you over his destruction.

“Fuck off Pete!” you hear him scream through the door. It’s the first time you’ve heard his voice in 3 months and the pain that emanates through every word is crushing.

“C-Colson?” you stammer out. Saying his name almost brings you to tears so you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Baby? Is that you?” Colson sounds shocked but guarded.

“Open the door, please?” you beg softly and hold your breath.

You hear the lock click and you breathe a sigh of relief until the door swings open and you come face to face with what you left behind.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #ttmdf #mgk imagine #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgkxx #est19xx #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #good mourning #mgk angst #mgk fanfic #Spotify

[riikive]

OVERWORKING AGAIN ⌕ 최범규

masterlist

pairing. choi beomgyu x female!oc | genres. comfort, little space, little headspace, soft, etc. | warnings. a lot of cuteness, overworking, overstudying | word count. 0.7k

note. It has been a while since I wrote a oneshot/drabble. I hope you like it, and my apologies if it is a little rushed. I have been stressed over school assignments, so I need a break, and midterms are due tomorrow, so I have extra stress. Take care, take breaks and please eat three meals!

Woong was just finishing up her assignments on the kitchen island of her apartment. She had been overworking herself once again. Did she care? Nope, never. Assignments come first then her health. Which was a bad thing. She knew, but she was too stubborn to change it. It was a way for her to not think about anything else and to distract herself.

While she finished her assignments, Beomgyu came to the apartment after work. He opened the door after punching in the passcode with a bright smile, but then his smile dropped into a frown as he saw her working on her assignments again. He quietly put his keys on the key holder. Then, he walked up to her. "Working on your assignments?" Woong nodded without looking at him. "Yeah, I have so many assignments to finish."

"Can't you take a break?" He asked. She just shook her head. He sighed and went inside the kitchen. He filled a cup with trying to think of some way to get her to stop studying and rest. Then he realized Woong hadn't been in her little headspace for a long time now. He quickly put away his cup in the sink before walking to the bedroom.

the rest is under the cut

Woong was too busy with her assignments to even notice Beomgyu went to the bedroom and took out a new teddy bear he bought yesterday for her. "Little fairy." She froze when she heard the nickname but decided to ignore it. "Little fairy, look what I got you." She bit her lips, trying not to slip. At least for now.

Beomgyu held the teddy bear closer to her. "Little fairy, this teddy bear wants to play with you," he said in a gentle voice. "Beomgyu stop," she muttered while working on her assignments. He sighed. Without a second thought, he made her turn around and then carried her to the living room. Woong tried to go back to her spot, but he didn't let her.

He put the teddy bear on her lap after making her sit. Within a second, she slipped into her little headspace and played with the teddy bear. He smiled at "Beomie, is this a new bear?" Letting out a soft sigh, he smiled at her. She asked with a smile. "Yes, it is. I brought the bear yesterday because it looks like it needs a friend like you." He ruffled her hair.

"Can I name it?" She looked at Beomgyu with excitement in her eyes. He nodded. "Of course." She stood up and did a little dance with the teddy bear. He smiled at her. "I will name the teddy, Dalie!" "Be careful with Dalie. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Okay, thank you Beomie!" Before running to her playroom to play with her other toys. Beomgyu followed her. "Little fairy, how old are you?" Woong stopped playing before looking at him. She made 6 with her fingers. He nodded and she went back to playing. He watched her play and even played with her for a while before dinner. "Do you want anything?" Woong thought for a second before answering. "I want spaghetti please!" "Alright, I will be in the kitchen if you need me then shout or walk to me, okay?" She nodded.

Beomgyu went to the kitchen and began to make some spaghetti for his little one. Once he was done, he called Woong. She quickly came out within a second with Dalie. She sat down in her usual seat and waited for him to serve the food. "You know the rules, no toys near the dinner." He informed her. "Oh right, sowy." He ruffled her hair. "It's okay." She quickly put Dallie in the living room. "Dalie, stay there until I finish my dinner." She pointed at the teddy bear before going back to the dining table. He let out a little laugh at her cuteness as she walked back.

"What's funny?" She asked with a confused face. Beomgyu shook his head before smiling. "Nothing, here is your dinner. Make sure to finish it all before you can play." Woong quickly dug into her spaghetti. "Don't rush, eat slowly," he told her. She nodded and slowed down.

After eating, Beomgyu washed the dishes while Woong played with her new teddy before washing up and sleeping.

permanent taglist : none (please send an ask if you want to be added to the permanent tag list!)

please do not copy, steal, plagiarize, rewrite, repost, etc!! Feel free to reblog, like, comment, and share!!

#🍵 — tomorrow x together oneshots & drabbles #tomorrow x together #txt #tomorrow x together fanfic #tomorrow x together fanfiction #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #txt fic #txt fanfic #txt agere #txt littlespace #txt caregiver #beomgyu fanfic #choi beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu fic #beomgyu caregiver #beomgyu agere #kpop littlespace #kpop agere #kpop fic

[caswellseyes]

# 4 and romantic Boggie

ty for the prompt!! sorry it took me so long to get to this - i actually had the finished thing sitting in a doc for days and completely forgot i hadn't posted it yet lol. hope you like it!

4. "I think I deserve a kiss for this." from these fluffy prompts!

Bobby has had a long day.

It’s Friday, which is without a doubt his least favourite day of the week. Sure, it’s nice and close to the weekend, but it’s not actually time for that yet, you know? There are still twenty-four hours to go. Add to that an incredibly wonky college schedule, with six full class hours – and not even fun ones – in a row, followed by a shift at work, and a broken coffee machine in the staff room, and, well. Let’s just say that by the time he makes it home, he’s dragging his feet and finding it difficult to stay awake on the bus.

He can’t even fully relax when he gets home. He still has groceries to buy, and dinner to make, and he doesn’t even want to think about the last time he did laundry or vacuumed the place. He’s just been so busy with other things that he’s fallen terribly behind on household chores.

With a big sigh, he opens his front door. He’s fully expecting to be faced by the grocery bags he laid out that morning, surrounded by mail he hasn’t sorted through, but he sees something completely different. Something much better.

“There you are,” Reggie says, grinning. He’s just leaving the kitchen, two full glasses in his hands. “I was wondering when you’d be home. Dinner is almost ready.”

He places the glasses on the table. For the first time, Bobby notices that it isn’t covered in the usual junk – he doesn’t have a lot of storage space, okay? – but that there’s a dinner for two laid out, candles and all.

“What?” He brings out, frozen in place. When he’d given Reggie a key to his place, he’d been expecting to find his boyfriend eating his cereal, not doing this.

Reggie grins and walks up to him, taking his bag and pulling a face as the weight of it hits him. Bobby’s been dragging a lot of books around. 

“Well, I know you’ve been super busy, so I thought we could have a nice, relaxing night in for a change? So I made dinner, and cleaned up a little when it was cooking and stuff. So we can eat first and then maybe watch a movie after?”

Reggie bites his lip, suddenly looking a little uncertain.

“But I completely understand if this is too much,” he says. “I- I can go, if you’d prefer that. I just thought you deserved a break, you know?”

Bobby unfreezes and surges forward, throwing himself at his boyfriend. He buries his face in the crook of Reggie’s neck. 

Reggie’s arms come up to hold him tightly. 

“Thank you,” Bobby says, his voice muffled. He doesn’t bother moving and repeating it, though. He’s too comfortable for that. “I really needed this.”

As if on cue, his stomach grumbles. Reggie chuckles and squeezes him one last time before letting go. Bobby reluctantly untangles himself from his boyfriend. Somehow, he feels a lot lighter now than he did just minutes ago. 

“C’mon, let’s eat.” Reggie leads Bobby to the table and pulls out a chair. He doesn’t sit down across from him immediately, though. Instead, he leans down and rests his head on Bobby’s shoulder. 

“I made spaghetti,” he says, pointing at the dish, “and garlic bread, and there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“Thank you,” Bobby says again, turning his head to the side so he can look at Reggie. “It smells amazing.”

Reggie grins. “Well, you know I like to cook.”

Bobby presses a kiss to Reggie’s cheek. Up close as he is, he has a perfect view of the red spreading on Reggie’s cheek. Even after months of dating, Reggie still blushes anytime Bobby does anything remotely flirty. It’s one of Bobby’s favourite things ever.

“I think,” Reggie says, already a bit breathless, “that I deserve a real kiss for this.”

Bobby reaches out and cradles Reggie’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head so he can reach his lips. He’s not one to refuse a request like that, of course.

Kissing Reggie, Bobby has discovered, never gets old. The slide of their lips together, the feeling of Reggie’s fingers threading through his hair, is nothing short of perfection every time they kiss. This time is no exception to that. Bobby feels his exhaustion fading with every second that ticks by. He could spend a lifetime kissing Reggie, he thinks, without getting tired of it. He’d be the happiest man alive.

Currently, however, he’s also very much hungry. The third time his stomach growls, Reggie pulls away.

“Let’s eat, before it gets cold,” he says. 

Bobby leans up for one last kiss, just a short press of their lips together, before he lets Reggie sit down. There will be plenty of time for kissing later, once they’ve had some of Reggie’s delicious food. Once they’re curled up together on the couch, a movie playing and a bowl of popcorn in their laps.

Maybe Fridays aren’t so bad after all.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #boggie #reggie peters #bobby shaw #the last of the prompts! #though if anyone wants to send me more👀 #these were so fun to work on #michelle answers #michelle does things #prompts

[kinipoyo]

22.11.23

today was a pretty good day ! i woke up at 5:10 (however i was very tired because i went to sleep around midnight </3) and i put on my outfit (it was pink ofc) and did my makeup and hair as usual. i didn't get to eat breakfast at home (i never do), it's sad :( OH WELL, i just ate at college anyway. the journey took around an hour but it's okay because i always have headphones with me so it's good !

i ended up skipping my first lesson (criminology) OH YEAH my chosen courses are film studies, media and criminology. it was kinda boring at first, just scrolling through my phone and listening to music but i did end up talking to a new person today ! he kind of just approached me out of nowhere and we started talking for like an hour. he seemed nice. it just shocked me because it contrasts so much with my high school experience. i wonder, am i approachable ?

soon after, my friends came along and we just hung out during my 4-hour break. we went outside and walked around the area and just talked about random things. it was really nice ! i got some fresh air after being inside for too long LOL.

after that, i went to my film class (which has the majority of my friendgroup in the class EEE still upset my best friend isn't </3). it was soooo hot in that classroom that i can still remember it. i had to take off my coat :/ although it doesn't matter much because the lesson went by quite quickly. HOWEVER, i did have a meeting about my attendance and effort with work, both in class and at home. it actually went well, even though i got put on a report card until christmas :( IT'S OKAY THOUGH because my dad bought me a milkshake afterwards. i ate spaghetti for dinner and it was nice. right now i'm just rotting in bed, writing this while staring at my hello kitty plushie. it's so old, i think i got it when i was REALLY young. good to know that little me was a hello kitty enthusiast as much as i am now LOL

anyways, i need to go feed my guinea pig and then take a bath. i'm wondering whether or not i should light some candles and have a bubble bath...hmm...i'm not sure I'LL SEE but until next time, here's a little song rec :)

have a nice day,

logging off - niki ♡

#girlblogging #girlblogger #diary entry #online diary #digital diary #dear diary #diary #pink aesthetic #2000s #kawaii #sanrio #pink cybercore #hyperfeminine #hime gyaru #heisei gyaru #gyaru #gaijin gyaru #himekaji #y2k #pinkcore

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Hey, sweet pea, Eddie wanted me to talk to you. Now, I seen you working real hard for months, an' you never seem to give yourself a break. I know there's work to be done, and I know it gets hard when it piles up, but you're handling it well, better than you have before. I seen you makin' yourself real meals and drinkin' water with your coffee, and I have to say it because I don't tell you often enough that, well... I'm proud of you, darlin'. I know you're used to being scolded, and you will be, but first I had t'tell you that you're doin' amazing kiddo.

Now, I heard that you keep pullin' away from Eddie, an' you're pullin' away from me too, whether you're wearin' our clothes or not. Ain't seen you around the trailer in a couple days, and I been missin' you, girl, you gotta come 'round next time you're free, have dinner with us. But 'side from that, you need to let yourself enjoy things. Need t'let yourself release all that tension I seen you carry on them shoulders. I seen the way your jaw clenches when you're stressed or tired, and I understand, but the only way to let go is for you to let yourself let go.

Don't keep things that give you pleasure at arm's length, that only ends in disaster. I love you, darlin', keep takin' good care of yourself. And, Taylor, I know you'll see this too, you watch over her for me, y'hear?

--Wayne M

UNCLE WAYNEEEEE ~ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE WAY I MADE THE SOFTEST NOISE AND IMMEDIATELY SAT UP TO GIVE YOU ALL MY ATTENTION, OH MY GOODNESS HELLO!!! HEY HI!🥺 I didn’t expect you to come and talk to me!!! I figured you were on another night shift.

There IS always work to be done. Always. You know as well as I do that for every item crossed off, another two will soon take its place. It feels like running on the spot or maybe treading water… either way, going nowhere. Makes me wonder what the point of it all is, a lot of the time. But I do it anyway because the only way out is through. Well… I COULD drop out, but no matter what I say, I know I wouldn’t really do it. Entertaining the thought is cathartic sometimes. I’m trying to eat proper meals instead of snacking all the time and drinking water with my coffee, and it is a daily struggle but I am trying. Thoughts of a disapproving head shake from you always sorts me out! UNCLE WAYNE PLEASEEEE I’LL CRYYYY😭YOU’RE PROUD?!!😭😭😭

Let me just -

Thank you for the warning about being scolded before the fact. I know I messed up real bad if you scold me, same as with Eddie. We gotta TRY to get scolding from you, which is why we listen when it happens. Thank you, thank you!!!🫂🙏💖

Pulling away from Eddie and from you is, unfortunately, one of my warning signs which Taylor helped me to puzzle out. It seems I pull away when I need you the very most. Wearing your clothes is a very special comfort and one I can have for days on end, and thank you for not calling me out on how many times a week I steal your flannel!🥺I COULD get one like yours but then it wouldn’t be yours, would it?🥺I promised Eddie I’ll swing by before midnight tonight; I got some evening plans with a friend but once that’s done, I’ll be coming to see you and Eddie before I have work in the morning. Having dinner with you both sounds SO good! No one makes spaghetti like you do.

It’s funny what you say about the tension in my jaw and shoulders because I just realised my shoulders are almost up to my neck and my neck hurts and my jaw is sore from clenching so I’m trying to let all that go right now while I message you. Think the horror film I’m watching is scaring me. Took a study break so I could talk to you for a few minutes. I hate that you know what it’s like to be so stressed and tired too, you deserve proper and full rest and time with your boy.🥺

“Let yourself let go” - I’ll try, Uncle Wayne, for you.

You’re right, as always. Just feel like I gotta always earn the things I love and if I haven’t done my work then I haven’t earned those things, and that’s where the trouble comes from because the work is never done so therefore I can never earn the things I want and you’re right, that DOES only end in disaster. How many 3 AMs have you seen me through? More than I wanna admit to.💔I love you too Uncle Wayne, so much. For lots and lots of reasons I’ll tell you about one night; you remind of someone whom I loved dearly and lost too young. I’ll try to keep taking care of me, with you and Eddie and Taylor in mind. Taylor’s the bestest, she’s always looks out for me and I hope she knows that I and others are looking out for her as well!😭

#things for eri

[chicken-fifi]

Stray Kids Reaction - You Can Cook

Requested by anon: Can you do stray kids reaction to y/n knowing how to cook well? (Gender neutral please) (Where they just recently started dating them and they make them breakfast or dinner) (Some examples if you can’t think of any: pancakes, scrambled eggs, spaghetti and meatballs, steak.)

Bang Chan: Chris would fall for you even more. Cooking isn’t as easy as it seems so the fact you can make food like it’s nothing is a bonus in his book. Add on the fact that you can make spaghetti noodles from scratch along with a delicious sauce in your own home and he’s ready to move in with you on the spot.

“Please tell me there’s enough for seconds.”

Lee Know: Minho would be in complete awe of your ability to perfect season and cook a steak. While saying it doesn’t seem like it would be hard to do, cooking it sure was. If Hell’s Kitchen had taught him anything, cooking a New York strip was much more difficult that it seemed. And the fact you could do it without breaking a sweat...magical. He’s gonna have to up his own cooking game.

“Can you teach me a few cooking skills?”

Changbin: Would also be in awe. You already pretty damn close to perfect in his eyes and now you could cook scrumptious meals too? You’re a goddess at this point. You had invited him over a brunch date, and he could’ve sworn he tasted heaven when he bit into the pancake in front of him. It was so fluffy and perfectly cooked. You ruined pancakes for him because there was no way he was ever going to taste a pancake that could even a candle to the one you just made.

“You do realize you just ruined any pancakes I eat for the rest of my life if they aren’t yours, right?”

Hyunjin: When you had set the scrambled eggs in front of him, Hyunjin hadn’t thought much of them. Eggs were a pretty standard thing to make and took relatively little effort or skill. So how on earth were yours the best he had ever tasted? Was it even possible for scrambled eggs to taste this good? What had you done to them to make them this delicious?

“Are these eggs even real? How can they be this good?”

Han: Jisung had heard marvels about your cooking from your mom but he hadn’t expected it to be that good. Your mother had left out how skilled you were at making pasta and sauce and the meatballs! Like what? How was it possible for something so standard to be so unbelievably good? He would be sure to improve him own cooking skills in order to impress you just as much.

“How is this so good?!”

Felix: Felix wouldn’t be able to stop talking about the steak you’d prepared for him for days. He couldn’t forget the way manner in which it seemed to just melt in your mouth. It had been so juicy and well-seasoned that he knew there wasn’t a single steak he would have that could possibly compare to it. Could he be exaggerating? Maybe. But that’s how your food and you made him feel. Like he would never find anything or anyone better.

“Please tell me this isn’t some secret family recipe that I can learn about.”

Seungmin: For Seungmin, your pancakes had rocked his world beyond belief. They were so smooth and fluffy and spongey. Like, how could a pancake exhibit all of those characteristics and textures at once. I can almost bet that every time you invite him over for breakfast or brunch, he will ask if there will be pancakes. You’ve gotten hooked and he’s not leaving anytime soon.

“Will you be making pancakes?”

I.N: Eggs. Simple enough, right? Wrong. Jeongin didn’t know what you had done to the scrambled eggs in front of him, but when he took a bit from them, he knew it had anything but simple. There was no way to describe how fluffy and delicious those eggs had been. He couldn’t enough of the eggs and would definitely be asking for them again. As well as learning how to cook such delicious eggs. 

“How can scrambled eggs be this good?!”

#kpop reactions #stray kids #stray kids masterlist #stray kids reaction #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n

[raineydays411]

Thanks T

 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

#tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark #tony is a step dad #step parents #fluff #tony is a good dad #reader insert #x reader #marvel x reader

[reuinx]

White Lies (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary:  You are looking forward to eating with Yelena tonight, but when you open Yelena's phone, you see an unwanted message. As you confront Yelena you uncover the truth that things are not as they seem.

Word Count: 1,523

Translations: Malishka (Baby Girl)

Masterlist

Yelena was cooking tonight; she had recently ordered a new apron online, which arrived during the week. Despite her reluctance to reveal what design she got on it, she couldn't keep her mouth shut about it. As soon as you told Yelena about the package, her face lit up. As if it were Christmas morning, she ripped it open with glee. When she saw it, her face dropped, and you had no idea why. It wasn't until she held it up to show you what was done that you realized what had happened.

The funny thing was that in the center of the apron, it read "Your Design Here." They had not taken her request and sent her the default design. Yelena shook her head in disappointment. You knew she was going to moan about it for the next week but still keep it.

"Blyad, it was supposed to be my design!"

"Well.. technically it is?" You commented humorously as Yelena frowned at you; she didn't like that. You corrected yourself

"What was it going to say then?"

"Less Upsetti more spaghetti." She commented, she always made you laugh without fail.

"I can’t believe you wanted that on an apron! Why would you want that?"

"Because it would make you laugh.”

She was like sunshine after a storm. As the night continued, it was already clear how everything would turn out. In spite of the fact that she hadn't even started, she insisted she needed a bathroom break. You knew she was just in the bedroom frantically using your laptop to try to find something to cook for you. You'd often see her searches in your history; you found it sweet that she didn't just think about herself. She desired to appear selfish, but she was one of the most selfless people you've ever known. Purity was her intention.

You had been snuggled in Yelena's hoodie, wrapped up on the couch. You loved wearing her clothes because she always smelled so good. She smelt like home. Her hoodie finally provided you with the comfort you were looking for today. The phone of Yelena lit up and disturbed you. While it was her turn to cook dinner, she had been charging it next to you. Her getting a notification wouldn't have made you blink an eyelid. Yelena's phone screen flickered again with an unfamiliar name, "Emily." There was probably nothing important going on, but you glanced at her screen, scrunching your nose up. You told yourself that you wouldn't look, you wouldn't. You did anyway.

You have never been through Yelena's stuff, so you aren't aware of what overcame you. She was open with you from the very beginning, but you never needed access to her accounts since you trusted her. You might not have been wise to do that. You titled your head as you read the message, feeling guilty for doing so, but it probably wasn't anything serious.

"Loved seeing you today! Let me know if you need anything else <3. Can't wait to see you Wednesday!" It did not take long for your stomach to tighten as your eyes continued to trace over the same message. Who was this girl? Yelena said she had been visiting Natasha today; she was gone for a while. All this time, she told you everything, but not this? She lied to you. Did she even go and see Natasha? She was always so vocal. You could feel your hands trembling as you shut your eyes. To accuse her correctly, you must be sure of your accusations. Your birthday was her passcode, and you slowly entered it. As you scrolled through, you saw the chat open in front of you.

Yelena never mentioned Emily to you despite the recent frequent phone calls with her. When did these calls even take place? Your stress level was rising. There was nothing worse than realizing that someone you held on a pedestal wasn't as perfect as you had thought they were.

"Send me that picture again," Yelena wrote at one point, the image didn't load for you, but you read her comment.

"So Pretty! "You felt sick now. The pictures wouldn't load, and you felt like everything you had built with Yelena was crumbling around you. Should you confront her or leave? You were dealing with a flight or fight reaction, and flight won hands down. Yelena had entered the room before you were able to get up. With a pot on her head and two spatulas in her hands, she made her way towards you. She treated them like lobsters claws. Wearing her "Your Design Here!" Apron, you knew she wasn't going to return it.

"Time to kiss the chef, I need inspiration for dinner" As Yelena approached you with a t-rex-like ambling, she yipped out.

"Rawr, rawr, rawr!" In an attempt to resemble the mightier beast, she pulled her arms close to her chest. With the pot still on her head, she dropped the spatulas to the floor when she saw your blank expression. She was in trouble. Yelena was always so protective over you; she'd drop anything and everything to make sure you were okay.

"What's happened, Malysh?" She questioned as she approached you, carefully lifting the pot off her head and setting it down on the table. With your look on her face, she knew something was wrong. As you stared across at her, you slowly put down her phone. It was not anger or sadness that you felt; it was numbness.

"Where were you today?" You quizzed her, your eyes burning through her. When Yelena was telling the truth, she consistently maintained eye contact. When she lied, she couldn't bear to look at you.

"I was with Natasha, why?" Yelena questioned quietly with her eyes studying your face, and she held eye contact until you spoke again.

"Just Natasha."

"Yes."

"You lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you! I never lie to you!"

"Who's Emily then? Apparently you hung out today," You managed to say as Yelena was looking away from you. She suddenly looked back at you with a look of regret in her eyes. She did a double-take. She wasn't going to lie to you. She knew the name.

"You know then" When Yelena raised her hand to her forehead, her face became stern, and her face was strained in colour.

"I know."

"I don't know what to say."

"You lied to me, Yelena. You've been lying to me."

"You weren't suppose to know. I can explain, I will explain. Please just give me a chance. I wanted it to be perfec-" Your sudden movement off the couch prompted you to walk over to her, you shoved her shoulders, but she did not move. As she tried to comprehend what was happening, she blinked rapidly.

"Hey, hey! Stop! What's wrong!? I thought you'd be happy! You could just say no to me! You'd break my heart but that's okay considering you'd be the one breaking it. I didn't think you'd react like this!" Yelena snapped out, holding your wrists up so that you wouldn't trash about, her voice dripping with concern. You tried to pull your wrists out of her grip, but you couldn't. She held onto you; she was taller than you and buckled her knees to make eye contact with you as she searched for answers.

"Happy?! Happy. Why the fuck would I be happy, Yelena? You couldn't of just broke up with me before I went and fell in love with you, no?!" Yelena noticed that your temper had gotten out of control. She opened her mouth unexpectedly, her face awash in confusion.

"Why would I want to break up with you?! Wait...What do you think I was doing?" As she let go of your wrists, Yelena raised an eyebrow as her arms crossed her chest.

"I don't know?! I didn't mean to look through your phone but I saw the messages, Yelena. Are you cheating on me?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You think I'm cheating on you with Emily?"

"Well, are you?! I'd rather you be honest with me."

"How much of the messages did you read?"

"Enough"

"Well, clearly not enough if you believe I'm cheating on you, Pridurok." Yelena explained softly as she took a step towards you; she quickly grabbed you by your waist as she pushed you up against the apartment's wall. You trashed about in her arms, trying to break free from Yelena’s strong grasp.

"Get off, Yelena."

"Emily is a Jeweller!"

"Does it look like I was asking what her profession was!"

“What?!”

“I didn’t ask what her-“

"Emily is a Jeweller. My Jeweller!"

"And?!"

"She's designing your engagement ring with me!"

"What?"

"I'm proposing to you! Not now obviously but I will be!" She spoke; you couldn't speak. In a sudden burst of laughter, her teeth were visible as she grinned at you. She shook her head in disapproval at your reaction.

"I can't believe you thought I was cheating, how many times have I told you that you're it for me? You're just grumpy because you're hungry. Little monster."

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x y/n #yelena headcanons #mcu #marvel #marvel one shot #yelena belova one shots #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova requests open #marvel imagine #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova angst #yelena belova fluff #my writing #writing requests #oneshots #yelena belova one shot #mcu black widow #black widow yelena belova #yelena belova one-shots #yelena belova one-shot #yelena one-shots #yelena one-shot

[writersblog20]

Friday the 13th

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: After a movie night, you had a horrible dream. Luckily Henry was right next to you

Warnings: Nightmares, little bit of anxiety. In the nightmare the reader and Henry die but luckily it was just a nightmare.

Words: 1,8K

Friday the 13th

It was almost Halloween and you loved the atmosphere. It was foggy, cold and the leaves fell on the ground turning in the beautiful colors. You were an upcoming actress, making it on your own. When you started acting you met the Henry Cavill. The man you had a crush on for years stood in front of you. You felt flustered and shy around him but he made you comfortable soon enough and you became great friends, even though you hoped on something more.

When you had lunch breaks or someone else had a couple of scenes to shoot you would nap together. At least once a week either you went to Henry’s house or he would come to you and you would watch movies together. You always ended up cuddling together. You smiled at the many loved and treasured memories you shared with Henry.

You made your way to your house with the groceries. Henry would come over later tonight so you guys would have a scary movie marathon. You had the classics laying out: The exorcist, Halloween, Friday the 13th etc. It was the first time you had an ‘official’ sleepover planned with Henry. It wouldn’t be the first time that he stayed the night but it never was really planned and now that it is planned it made you nervous as hell.

You made your famous spaghetti and waited for Henry to come over. Just on time the doorbell rang. You happily opened the door seeing Henry with a big smile holding a bottle of red wine. “Hey” he said slick which made your heart skip a beat. Even though you felt comfortable around Henry you still had many moment of fangirling. You stepped aside to let him in and he gave you a big hug with a kiss on your cheek. You felt your cheeks heat up.

You got the spaghetti ready and got two plates. “So what movie are we watching tonight?” henry asked, knowing damn well what kind of movie you would watch. You smiled while you put some Fleetwood Mac music on. “Well… we have a couple to choose from.” You gave him the options and he chose Friday the 13th.  “Good choice!” you smirked.

You both had a nice dinner. “ Seriously Y/N, you make the best spaghetti in the world!” Henry told you honestly. You smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it” you told him while getting the popcorn ready. Henry stood next to you cleaning the plates.

After you both got settled down on the couch, dimmed the lights, you started the movie. At first you laid stretched out on the couch with your legs on Henry’s lap. He was as well comfortably stretched out on the couch. You held a pillow close to your chest, eating some popcorn. Henry took the blanket and placed it over the both of you.

You were halfway the movie and you start to wiggle around trying to get more comfortable and less scared even though you didn’t want to admit it. Henry noticed it and looked at you with slightly raised eyebrow. You didn’t notice that he was watching you, eyes still glued on the tv.

“Sweetheart, just come here.” He told you and you snapped out of the movie and looked at him puzzled. He smiled sweetly at you. He signaled for you to come to him so you did. You sat across his lap, still your legs over him, your side glued to his chest. You rested to his chest while he placed his chin on your head, holding you close. Arms around you in a hug. You sight in relaxation.

When there was a scary part you would hide your face in the crook of his neck, you could feel him holding you tighter in that moment, letting you know he was right there with you.

After finishing second movie of Friday the 13th  you both grew very tired and decided to go to bed. it wouldn’t be the first or the last time that you both shared a bed so you both got ready and crawled in. There was a respectful distance between you two even though you would always wake up entangled with each other. You fell asleep fairly quickly.

It was around 3 AM when you were tossing and whimpering in bed. Henry woke up alarmed to your tossing and turning. “Sweetheart?” he asked groggily from sleep. You weren’t responding to him. “Sweetheart, wake up, you’re having a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” so softly spoke as not to scare you, rubbing your arm a little.

You got up straight in bed, scaring Henry along the way. You looked frantic around you still a little dazed. Your hand searched for Henry, which he noticed. He grabbed your hand scaring you a little. “It’s me darling, I’m here. You’re safe, I got you.”

Your breathing was frantic. “easy love, just take deep breaths alright?” he asked you, turning on your bedside lamp. He came closer to you, putting his arms around you, scooping you closer. “It was just a nightmare, you’re awake now.” he kissed the side of your head.

Once you calmed down a bit he wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs, looking deeply in your eyes to see if you’re back in reality. He smiled once he saw that you were back to him. “There’s my beautiful girl, are you okay now?” he asked you. You felt flustered but nodded. He pulled you as close as he could to him, giving you the best hug in the world. You placed your arms around his broad torso as well.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked you. You felt a little embarrassed. You shook your head. “It’s stupid.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, you were in distress, that’s not stupid. Tell me about it.” he placed his hand on your head tucking you closer to his chest.

“It was Freddy… He was in my dreams, and you were there and he….” You started to tear up again. “hey shhh, it’s okay. Your safe now remember. I’m here, nothing’s going to get you.” you sighed a little bit. “Well, you were there and…. And he killed you in the most worst way and I couldn’t help you. He made me watch it and then he killed me in the most painful way. I could feel the pain Hen…..” you looked up again at him with watery eyes.

“I’m so sorry that you dreamt that, you’re here now, and you’re safe, I’m safe, and I’m going nowhere.” He told you squeezing you a little tighter while you placed your head back on his chest and gave him the tightest hug you ever gave him.

“I don’t want to lose you Hen, I couldn’t bare that.”  He smiled at your confession. He placed his palms on your cheek so you would look at him. he gave you a warm smile. “I will never leave you sweetheart. I couldn’t bare that either.”

You didn’t know what came over you or where your confidence came from but it felt like the right moment to do. Henry still looked at you with a soft, warm smile. You softly placed your lips on his, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t.

You immediately pulled back in shock and shame because of what just happened. “Oh god, Henry I’m so sorry! I didn’t know…” he looked at you in surprise and you looked in panic at this point. You rambled on, on how sorry you were. He placed his hands back on your cheek, pulling you in a kiss again, shutting you up.

His lips felt warm and soft. He waited for you to react and this time you were taken back by surprise but let that go fairly fast. You started to melt into the kiss and you could feel and hear Henry sighed in the kiss. You opened your mouth slightly and you could feel his tongue slipping in. His hand moved to your hair, while you rested your hand on his cheek pulling him closer. The kiss was passionate and full of love. Like you kissed a lost lover you finally found after decades of searching. No rush but a long awaited kiss.

He softly pulled back resting his head against yours. “Be mine, Y/N” you smiled and kissed him again. “I am yours if you’ll be mine.” He smiled and kissed you again. “I don’t want anything else in the world.” He scooped you up in his lap and you crossed your legs around him while you started a make out session.

After a while your lips were swollen, just like Henry’s. “Hen, I need to go to the toilet….” He sighed with a smile but let go of you. You looked sheepishly at him. He gave you a quizzingly look. You looked in the dark hallway and back to Henry. He figured it out at that point giving you a sweet smile. “You don’t want to go alone do you?” he asked you a little amused. You shook your head. He got out of bed and held out his hand for you to take.

You eagerly grabbed his hand. “Let me walk up front.” He told you, keeping you a little behind his back for protection. “I’m a trained Witcher, no monster would get my girl.” He told you a little teasingly but felt proud that you looked at him for protection, so he took it very seriously.

He knew you were an independent woman but he felt so proud, happy and loved, that you sought out his protection and comfort that wanted to protect you from every evil in the world and he would definitely try his best in the most healthy way possible.

He put on the lights in the hallway and guided you to the bathroom, waiting outside for you. it didn’t took long before you were next to Henry again holding his hand.  He guided you back to your bedroom and climbed in bed. You crawled a little towards Henry but he scooped you closer. So close that you were half on top of him.

“Even in your dreams, I’ll try to protect you.” You smiled and gave him a loving kiss. “I wanted to do that for so long. Since the day I met you” you looked at him in surprise. “Really?” you asked him. “yeah I just didn’t knew how you felt and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable around me.” you smiled at the loving but normal gesture. “I felt the same from the exact same time.” This time he smiled at you. “We are two idiots in love.” You giggled. “yes we were. But now we know.”

He smiled at you, adoration and love visible in his eyes. “I love you so much Y/N.” “I love you too Hen.” You gave him one last kiss for the night and rested your head on his chest, with his arms around you. finally feeling safe and sound.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill comfort #henry cavill xreader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female ofc #henry cavill x you #halloween fanfiction

[neopolpleb]

Curiosity Saved The Cat | a Micheal Myers x GN!Reader

warnings: none! Just a sweet ol thingy bout you and ol mikey meeting

A/N: Aye babies this isn’t my first rodeo on this hellsite but you’ve probably never seen my work unless you have the memory of an elephant and an obsession with Karl Heisenberg!

But! New user new me y’know. So this is my first fic as Neopleb and I hope you stick around and maybe send in some requests!

——————————

His favorite activity was to watch you. Sometimes you didn’t know. Sometimes he knew you knew, but your favorite was when he didn’t know that you knew.

You were used to the iconic Micheal stare. I mean, dating this seven foot hunk of a killer for a few years meant you had to get used to it or it just wouldn’t be pleasant for you. Thankfully, you were able to take his glares and glances but you also learned how to tell them apart.

Of course, theres the stare that fills even the strongest of men with fright as they realize their death is soon nearing when they look into the emotionless gaze that hid the truest form of evil. The Shape.

You’re grateful you’ve never experienced the full force of that gaze. You had seen it be fought off the night you two met. It was replaced with the next stare; curiosity.

The day you two met is a memory you cherish, but of course your logical side always is ringing in the back of your head “HOW THE FUCK DID I SURVIVE EVIL FUCKING PERSONIFIED???” or something along those lines.

The answer was simple, you intrigued him. Micheal had never seen anything like you. He couldn’t understand it. The shape was banging in his skull telling him to kill you right now. Finish the job. But Micheal for once didn’t listen. For once in over many decades, he let his more human side take over and he just left.

Imagine the look on your face when Micheal Myers, who was five seconds away from killing you just up and walks away. You didn’t know how to react. You sat in the corner of your silent bedroom praying to whatever was out there that he wouldn’t change his mind about sparing you.

You didn’t want to provoke him in anyway so you cast logic to the wind and didn’t contact the police. In the weeks following the encounter you thought you had just been a miracle and would never have a run in with the masked fellow again…

Until you started noticing things. Things like, windows being open that you were sure to have closed the night before. Locks suddenly broken no matter how many times you would replace them. You tried your best to calm your thoughts but the obvious answer was basically hitting you in the face. He never let you be. He had been watching you the whole time.

Of course you freaked out, but then came the confusion. Why hadn’t he killed you? You had lived in Haddonfield long enough to hear the stories, and from what you gathered, Micheal didn’t really keep victims. Of course if they ran he’d find them again, but it was usually a quick job. So why are you still here?

That was a question even Micheal couldn’t answer. It felt like everyday was “the day he is definitely going to do it” but it never was. He just watched you. Almost as if you were a science project that he had to observe.

He couldn’t wrap his head around you. To the naked eye you were just a normal person. You moved from the city to live a quiet life, a fresh start, in a small town in Illinois. You kept to yourself. The only person who knew you by name was the usual cashier at the local supermarket. You minded your business. Yet some how you caught the eye of god’s most terrifying creation.

After a few weeks of trying fix the locks, even going as far to super glue a few windows shut, you gave up. They always found themselves open again, you came to the thought that “if he hasn’t killed me yet, why am I to be so worried?” Which on your part isn’t the smartest, but no one ever said you were the sharpest knife in the drawer.

It was a silent night it February. You had fallen asleep on your couch after a long day of studying for your exams. You hadn’t slept in over 20 hours, and you were out cold, so you didn’t hear the creak of the back door opening.

Micheal stalked in, as silent as ever. Hiding in the shadows as he mapped out his plan to finally end you tonight. He headed towards your bedroom, expecting you to be there asleep in bed as you usually were. He stopped as he spotted you passed out on the couch. Half your body was hanging off the side and there was a pencil stuck in your hair.

He stared at you again, the curious gaze returning as his plan slowly faded from his mind. You were an enigma. How did you capture his gaze like this, why did he push everything aside just to watch you. You were just another victim. Another body. Another object to him. Why is his mind seeing you as something more.

The thing that pulled him from his thoughts was your body slamming to the ground after just a bit too much of you came off the couch. He quickly hid in the shadows of the hallway, planning his escape as you tried to get your bearings after your rude awakening.

You rubbed your head, groaning as you slowly stood. You waddled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water before chasing the lingering sleep to your bed. You felt his gaze, you had become more aware of it once you had given up on shutting the monster out. You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it was tap water. The stream filling the glass was the only sound that could be heard throughout the house.

You leaned back against the counter as you sipped the water. Glancing around the room hoping to spot your watcher but you as always, you never could. You sighed shaking off the gaze and setting the cup in the sink before heading towards your bedroom.

You made it halfway towards your hallway before you spotted the silhouette in the shadows. Your brain was yanking at the reigns of your body to run, hide, call someone, ANYTHING. Yet you just… stood there. Not as if you were frozen in fear, but as if you were having a staring contest with your intruder.

You took a deep inhale and let it out in a sigh before you continued your walk to your room. You knew that this could possibly be your final moment, but it was almost 4 am and you were still incredibly tired. So with logic to the wind, you walked past Micheal who kept his gaze on you the entire time.

You couldn’t see his face, but it was contorted in pure confusion- Why weren’t you running? Why weren’t you cowering in fear. He stared in shock as you reached your bedroom door at the end of the hallway.

Your hand grabbed the knob turning it gently, before glancing back at the man who now stood on the opposite side of the hallway, still watching. You opened the door slowly, turning back to face him.

“… Theres uh- Theres leftovers in the fridge. Spaghetti. You can have some if you want, just put the plate in the sink when your done please.” You spoke quietly, before quickly closing the door to your room. Immediately jumping under your covers as if you were a child hiding from the monster in your closet, but you knew even a child wouldn’t be dumb enough to offer a monster DINNER.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cut out the world as you let sleep take over, hoping to awake the next morning.

You did in fact wake up the next morning, your bedroom door was left open, which you let go quickly considering the fact that you were still alive. You slowly crept out to the living room, glancing around to make sure your visitor hadn’t stuck around. You didn’t see anyone, or feel any gaze so you walked to your kitchen feeling more safe.

There was a bowl left on the counter, you furrowed your eyebrows at it. “Dude breaks into my house, eats my food, and I ask him ONE thing and he can’t even do it? Unbelievable.” You fake being dramatic to yourself, as you set the bowl in the sink and begin making yourself breakfast.

You begin cracking eggs into a bowl when you hear the creak of your back door opening. You pause momentarily, before continuing your cooking. A few silent seconds later and you feel the familiar gaze resting on the back of your head.

You continue your cooking and point to the table,

“If you want breakfast sit down and it’ll be done soon” it came out more confident than your offer last night and you hope that you didn’t anger him. Thankfully, you hear a chair being pulled out and you take a glance to see Micheal sitting, his gaze still locked on you.

Sometimes you still wonder why he hadn’t killed you. He doesn’t talk much but in his more talkative moments he joked that he only kept you around for your food. Though in truth sometimes he doesn’t really know the answer. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Hell he didn’t even believe in love period before he started hanging around you. Yet something about you stuck out to him, but he has a lifetime with you to figure it out.

#micheal myers #oneshots #micheal myers x reader #slashers #slasher #slasher x reader #fluff #micheal myers fluff #slasher fluff #halloween #slasher films