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sneakyparsnipslicer · 2 months

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The Cult Of Knives

[Sorry it's been a while folks, hoping you've all been OK. This came to me in a lucid dream. I've captioned all the photos so you can imagine what each character looks like, enjoy!]

It's an age old mistake, you've seen it in movies no doubt. One thing you never, ever find yourself doing is going within five metres of an abandoned cabin in the woods.

It all began late one afternoon, I'd left my apartment to go for my daily jog. It was a standard part of my daily routine by now; finish work, jog around town, go home. Plain and simple. Work kept me on a little longer that day so it pushed my jog a little further ahead. It wasn't so bad when I started, but soon enough the sky began to darken. On the outskirts of town is a field that leads to a bridge, and near the other side of the bridge is a forest. I used to go camping with my friends back in my school years, but now at 27 I don't really hear from them anymore. They all went off to do their own thing.

Anyway, as I got to the forest, I was relieved. I'd forgotten to go for a piss whilst at home and at least in the forest I could piss in a secluded area. I jogged a little way in, found a bush and did my business. When I'd finished I looked around, remembering those good times with my friends. I decided to have a look around for old time's sake. It's funny how places like these can hold so many memories for certain people. Right there by the river, that's where we all sat blaring Panic! At The Disco in the dead of night, that's where Charlie and Jeanette had sneaked off to have a little… fun. We were barely of the legal age back then, so funny looking back at it now, thinking we were giving the middle finger to society. And of course there it stands, The Old Murder Cabin.

The guys used to tell stories about this cabin, full of bullshit of course, used to scare the girls. Stories of there being an axe murderer living there who cut people up to sell as meat on the market. I remember once me and Paul had dared to break in there one night. It was empty, so it's safe to say the stories fell a bit flat after that. Shane never did forgive us for ruining that for us all. Still, it was like time had stood still here, like I was 18 again.

It was beginning to get darker now and I was thinking about heading back home when I stopped in my tracks. For a moment I could've sworn I heard voices. As soon as I started to pay attention they stopped. Had I imagined it? I cautiously crept along the wall towards a window, holding my breath I peeked in. Inside was the long abandoned kitchen, nothing seemed to be inside. I heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled, just my imagination. Though looking back in again I did notice that the table and chairs had been organised. When Paul and I had gone in years ago it was all slumped against walls and the chairs were upturned. Maybe someone had been living in there at some point. I felt like I shouldn't investigate and decided it would be wise to head home, that's when a huge hand with a cloth swooped out of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose. An arm tightened around my chest and though I tried to break free, the chloroform made short work of me.

'Knew I could see someone down by the river, like a moth to the flame!' someone laughed.

'You reckon he'll do?' asked another. I felt a foot sharply kick me in the side of my stomach and that's where I woke up coughing and spluttering, gasping for air.

'Transpierce, Sabre, restrain him' ordered another voice. Next thing I knew two blurry figures were hoisting me onto a hard surface and were busy on either side of me, fastening belts around my wrists. As my vision began to return to me, I could see that I was tied to the kitchen table inside the cabin. On either side of me stood two burly, hairy and muscular men. The room was lit by candles so this whole premise felt very unsettling and dreary.

'What's going on?' I asked, looking around for answers.

'Looks like you picked a bad night to stumble into the woods kiddo!' said a voice ahead of me. There stood another man built quite similarly to the two either side of me. I couldn't help noticing they were all shirtless, showing off their pecs and abs.

'Sorry, I thought this place was abandoned, I didn't mean to interrupt you all' I said, looking between them. The one ahead of me shook his head and folded his arms.

'Well to be fair it was until about a month ago, that's where I stumbled upon this place' he explained.

'Ah, love what you've done with the place!' I said, laughing nervously. At which they all chuckled in unison.

'He seems rather sweet doesn't he lads?' he asked the other two, to which they both nodded.

'Oh definitely!' said the man on my right.

'A perfect match!' said the man on my left.

'Good, I think so too. Transpierce, go and get Mateusz would you?' the man at the front asked as he moved over to take over his post. The man to my left, Transpierce nodded and walked off to the other room.

'Transpierce, that's an unusual name' I said, looking nervously into the man's eyes, I could only assume he was their leader.

'He chose it himself, we all do. I'm Bayonet, and our friend over there is Sabre' said Bayonet, moving his hands to examine my shoulders.

'Bayonet, that's a kind of knife, right?' I asked him. Bayonet smiled and nodded.

'Intelligent too! I appreciate a man that knows his knives!' he grinned, looking deeply into my eyes. I was feeling really uncomfortable by this point. We seemed to be getting along, but why was I still restrained? He looked up and down my body and sighed.

'It's a pity, you'd have been welcome to join my little Cult as you are, but there are certain… requirements I must enforce' Bayonet said. He left my side and walked over to the doorway that Transpierce had left through.

'Transpierce? Mateuz? What's taking you two so long?' Bayonet demanded.

'Just a moment Boss, he's almost ready!' called Transpierce from the other room.

'Good!' announced Bayonet, satisfied. He turned back to look at me.

'It's always a special occasion when we acquire a new Suit'.

What did he mean, suit? I was in my t-shirt and shorts, and they sure weren't wearing any suits. Bayonet turned his attention to a wooden chest in the corner of the room and pulled out a satchel containing various tools. As he searched the satchel, Transpierce returned to the room accompanied by a skinny-looking guy, either he was drenched in water or covered in some sort of gel that glistened in the candle light. I had to assume this was Mateusz.

'Alright then Matty, this is your moment. Your induction. In your own time' said Bayonet, turning around, holding a syringe and a bottle of glowing green liquid. Mateusz nodded hesitantly and made his way over to me. Our eyes locked and we regarded eachother for a moment. Not gonna lie, he was pretty cute, though he wasn't built and muscular like the other guys. He placed a greasy palm on my left leg and I shuddered. It was cold and strangely felt like a cut to the skin. He moved his hand slowly up my leg to my groin and the others stood back and watched.

Mateusz licked his lips and placed one hand on the table, hoisting himself on top of it, standing above me looking down, he gently lowered himself to sit on my crotch. I'm not usually into twinks but this guy was doing it for me somehow. He moved both of his hands along my arms to my restrained hands and filled them with his own, locking fingers with me. He moved to lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. This guy was good, tonguing my mouth and exploring, I could feel his hardening shaft grinding into me. He pulled away and I moaned. Whatever this guy wanted to do to me, I was his. He sat back up and began to pull his boxers off, letting his erect dick spring free. It had to be 7 inches long. I licked my lips, was I about to get to taste it? He moved to sit on my chest and he cupped my jaw in his hands, staring silently again. Then he moved to position his dick into my mouth and began to face fuck me. I so wished I could hold his body but my hands were restrained. As if they could read my mind, Sabre and Transpierce approached and undid the belt buckles, allowing me to put my hands on his bubble butt. I wanted all of that inside me. Mateusz continued to fuck, panting and groaning, eventually he came in my mouth and I swallowed his thick, creamy load. He pulled himself off me. I gasped for air as I laid down on the table, unable to take my eyes off Mateusz. Him unable to take his eyes off me, he caught his breath and began to smile, chuckling.

Assuming it was my turn to repay him the favour, I moved to pull my t-shirt off, but he stopped me, shaking his head.

'I'm not done yet, that was foreplay!' he said winking. I looked at him bewildered, face fucking was foreplay to him?!

It was at this point Bayonet approached with his syringe and injected the green, glowing substance into Mateusz's arm. It took a moment, but his skin began to glow green and the gel he seemed to have been coated in made him appear to turn rubbery. It was like he was now a hot, humanoid version of Flubber.

'Oh we're going to enjoy this!' Mateusz said, glowing before me. He squeaked and squelched as he moved and returned to sit atop me. He kissed me again, but this time his lips got sucked in, then his head began to get sucked into my mouth, squeaking as it went. I placed my hands on his shoulders and they ran down his slick body as it gradually began to suction into my own. As his torso, ass, dick, arms, legs and feet began to slide into me, my stomach began to balloon out and glow green under my clothes. The other men whooped and cheered. Underneath my skin, I could feel Mateusz repositioning himself, arms into the correct places, legs where they should be. My own skin was beginning to balloon out too, as muscle began to build, my clothes began to rip to shreds. I began to grow pecs and abs just like the other guys, my hands belonged to Mateusz now and he moved them below what remained of my boxers and began to pump our expanded dick. Both of us moaning in unison. I could feel my load getting ready to shoot and that's the last thing I can remember.

Mateusz groaned in pleasure as cum shot out from his new dick, two thick strings and then excess green liquid spewed out. He looked to the ceiling, sweat glistening on his new chiseled body. His friends surrounded him and smiled proudly at him, they'd been masturbating as they watched his merging with the captive jogger and moaned as they emptied their loads over him, christening him a new man, rubbing it all into his skin. Panting, Bayonet helped him to his feet and kissed him.

'Speak your new name, Brother!' he cried. Mateusz thought for a moment.

'Call me Machete!' he decided. Transpierce, Sabre and Bayonet looked between eachother and nodded approvingly.

'Very well! From this night forth you are complete, you are our beautiful Brother Machete!' said Bayonet proudly, hugging him tightly. Now they had four complete members to their ranks, in time their ranks would grow and the Cult of Knives would amass many more followers, but for now it was time they all got some action from Machete!

#merging #male tf #male transformation #gay #bodysuit

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gojocumdumpster · 9 months

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Spending the day with them Ohma,raian,agito, kaolan

(Not ohma for the people who didn’t know) ⬇️

Spending the day with Ohma would be like:

Well, at first at first you thought he wasn’t going to spend time with you since he always busy training that’s until you heard. “Get up and put some clothes on”

He ends up taking you to an all you can eat buffet the whole table was full of plates I wonder why. You were still on your 1st plate while he was on his 100 3rd plate.

That’s until he went to the dessert bar and saw the ice cream machine. It was about 9inches long and was leaning to the side. (woah pause😭)

Atleast 20 people stared at you guys mostly ohma like y’all haven’t ate in years.

After that he takes you to his personal gym and you guys work out together.

He studies you a lot when you’re not looking but as soon as you look at him he continues with what he was doing.

He’ll even let you sit on his back while he does push-ups.

You guys left and went home to take a shower Ohma wanted to take a shower with you horny ass

he scrubs your back helps you wash your hair and in return you do the same with him

probably got soap in your eye cause of him

You guys putting on matching Pjs and watch Netflix and sleep….

Raian

Bakugo 2.0 however you spell his name

Spend the day with Raian would be like:

You literally had to beg him to stop training and spend the day with you selfish ass he had a attitude about it but gave in cause he loves you. I think..

He wanted to ask if you wanted to workout with him but he could tell what the answer was gonna be no just by the deadly side eye you gave him 👀

He ends up taking you to a park you guys rode those boats you have to peddle he said “leave it to me”.

Next thing you know you almost got whiplashed from how fast we was peddling

On the trail walk/ride he kept complaining about the bugs

He was at least 2 miles ahead of you trying to run from the mosquitoes

He kept scaring children with that gremlin face

At the end you guys went home showered and he was knocked out.

Agito hot dilf

Spending the day with Agito would be like:

Now this giant teddy bear may look like he acts like Raian but he’s really not well not with his s/o

You guys end up going to the movies together to watch a horror film

He wore decent clothing and you guys headed out you guys went to watch The new Scream movie which you’re scared of. No worries the dilf is here!

You guys got your drinks and popcorn and went to find your seat it was a tight squeeze for Agito cause he’s to thick.

Thank god y’all sat up high cause he would’ve blocked a lot of people. Last time there someone had a problem and I'm sure the Scream movie came to life..

He didn’t think to much of the movie as he thought of it as a joke.

He had a straight face the whole time and was side eyeing you like “What the hell are you doing”

You griped on his biceps as jumpscares were coming.

He was ready to go the moment he saw someone’s popcorn flying. It took so much for him to not grab you and leave.

You asked him if the movie was good and he was looking at you like:

You guys went home showered and cuddled.

Kaolan

Spending the day with Kaolan would be like:

He’s probably the best out them maybe

He texted you ahead of time to get ready

Kaolan🫶🏾: Hey honey, get ready at 7:30pm I want to take you somewhere.

Y/n: Okay!!!!

You were done and ready and looked fabulous he had just texted you that he was outside.

You speed walked out the door and saw a Limo with him holding the door. I wish that was me😤

He took you to a fancy restaurant 5 stars he wanted to take your here because it served some of his home country food.

You guys walked in and you expected to be out there but he has made reservations for a private dinner.

You guys already ordered food and it had just came out after a few minutes. He ordered his favorite meal and you ordered Pad Thai noodles. The bill was at least $432

You guys enjoy your night out and head home to bathe each other and watch TV shows…

#kengan ashura headcanons #masterlist #kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #ohma tokita #kure raian #kanoh agito #kaolan wongsawat

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smilesstyless · 1 year

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New Life

Summary: Y/n tells Harry that she’s pregnant

Pairing: dad!harry x actor!reader

Wordcount: 836

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, a bit of angst

A/N: I really hope you guys like it I planned a lot for them

“Hey, look at me,” he kisses the top of her head. Her eyes are closed. “We can keep our relationship private,” he titles her head up.

“Harry, Look I like you a lot, but this can’t happen. I-”

“Why can’t this happen?” He is questioning her decision.

“We are working together and I don’t want to go public with you. It always happens when I date someone on set, please understand my situation, I’m just scared,” she had tears in her eyes. Harry wraps his arms around her, his chin rests on her head.

“I understand, so we are over?” She doesn’t say anything, she wants to feel him as long as possible before they have to leave. He won’t say something about them dating before they started shooting a movie together. He don’t want to fight with her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It’s been a tough week for both of them. Harry is pretending they are nothing more than friends. Y/n is always with Flo, it doesn’t matter if it is on set or they are not working. They are always spending time together.

“You miss him, admit it,” she takes a sip from her coffee.

“I think so, it’s just weird to play a married couple and in reality we are nothing more than friends. I need to get something off my mind,” she leans forward closer to Florence.

“I thought he was the one, but it’s over now. He made me happy. I thought I was going to marry this guy and have kids with him. I thought I’m going to grow old with him and have grandchildren. He won’t even know about his baby,” she mutters.

“Oh honey,” Florence wipes her tears away. “Talk to him about it. He have the right to know,” Y/n shakes her head. She doesn't want to face him. Florence sits in the booth next to her. She wraps her arms around her. Y/n hides her face into Flo’s neck. “May I ask, how long have you been with him?”

“Before we started shooting the movie, two and a half years,” she sobs.

“Sorry, but you’re so dumb. You’re going to talk to him tomorrow,” Florence mumbles.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Harry stands in front of Y/n’s trailer. He was about to knock but y/n was faster than him. She opens the door and lets him in. “Flo told me you’re miserable,” he mutters. They both sit next to each other on the back couch.

“I’m not miserable, I just miss you,” she can’t look into his eyes otherwise she would break down crying.

“I have to ask, why did you break up with me?” Harry makes her look at him.

“I guess I’m just scared of the future,” she shrugs.

“What’s going on? I knew something was off, but I didn’t want to force you to talk,” she stands up and goes into the bathroom. Y/n came back with a pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant,” she looks at him, Harry is too stunned to speak. Y/n sits down next to him. She hands him the test. He looks down on the test, his lips turn into a smile.

“H-how long do you know?” He is still looking at the test.

“Two weeks. Before you say anything I wanted to tell you, but I was scared of your reaction. I told Flo and said you need to know. I got used to the thought of having a baby, but our carriers, you’re working on your album right now and I can’t quit acting. It’s just-”

“You’re rambling. Do you want to have this kid with me?” She nodded her head. “Everything is up to you,” he looks down at her stomach.

“I really want to, but you’re going on tour soon and your album will be released in May. I have to promote a movie, I can’t hide her or him forever,” Harry holds her close to him.

“I will take you with me. We can buy a house wherever you want and raise our baby. Just stop worrying,” he kisses her temple. “I love you,” he mumbles against her warm skin.

“I would start as a songwriter and I can take care of our baby while you’re at work, I would do anything for you,” he added.

“I love you too, but I don’t want you to quit your job, you love to perform. It wouldn't be fair if I can still keep doing what I love and you have to give it up.”

“You have a point, I could take you with me or we could move the dates. My tour is supposed to start in spring. By then the baby is born and I want to help you. So we will move the dates to September, I have to talk to Jeff about it.” Harry is overwhelmed by the whole situation, he doesn't want to leave her alone with their child.

“Now you’re rambling, that would definitely work.” She kisses his cheek.

#dad!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry angst #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles boyfriend #harry styles drabble #harry styles angst #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fic #harry styles concept #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #actor!reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for accepting a date and dumping him the next day?

This story is a few years old, but I still worry about it. I, (17F, though at the time i was 14/15F) had a classmate (14/15M) who I didn't get along the best with. We were both austic/ had adhd, and often clashed because of our different needs. At the time, I had thought we had become rocky friends. He took me to the movies, invited me to his house, and once went to a restaurant with my family on his request, but I thought not much of it. Afterall, I didn't think we were close, we often argued and didn't get along. I'm a blunt and usually low patience person, and he was someone who breached boundaries and personal feelings a lot, and found it funny when I got upset, but I never complained about it because didn't want to cause a scene.

One day, after a sports event, I was putting some equipment away, when he decided to follow me and help me put things away into the gym. It was just us, and it was late into the night. He was in the way of the exit, and started talking about how close we were, and how much I meant to him, until finally asking me out.

I'm not someone who's ever really had much romantic feelings or attraction, and at this point I was a closeted lesbian. It didn't help I was also a very paranoid person, and I'd always heard stories of people who'd refuse others advances and get put in danger and sometimes even killed. It was just me and him in the empty gym with no lights, cctv, or staff inside, and no teachers knew we were there, so I panicked.

I accepted, and he was really happy, but after I made it home, I mostly just felt sick. I really regretted accepting it, because I was now leading him on without meaning to, but I had been scared he would do something, even if it was probably unreasonable of me to think so. The next day at school, he had apparently already told many people in our year that we were dating. I'm a private person, and he hadn't asked or told me he did this.

I had tried to think over what to do the entire day, before telling a close friend that I trusted the whole situation. Since my family were not the kind of people I wanted involved in my life. She obviously told me I shouldn't have accepted, and to dump him, but I wasn't sure how. I'd never been in a relationship with someone before this, due to not having many feelings towards any guys, and this was way too much for me immediately.

He wanted to take me out to lunch at McDonalds, and I asked my friend to come along. The entire trip there, he kept grabbing my hand, when I'm very touch repulsed due to traumas, and also it just being a matter of personal preference. But when I tried to explain this to him, and told him to stop because it made me uncomfortable, he told me all people in relationships held hands, and repeatedly asked why and wouldn't stop touching me.

By the time we got to the McDonalds, he started on a speech about how he really cares about me, and that he'd been dumped before tons of times and couldn't understand why. He talked about how his previous girlfriends would take advantage of his generous nature, and how he'd spend a lot of money on them and give them tons of gifts, and also how his heart couldn't take another breakup. Then he said how I wasn't like them at all, and I would be different, and how much this all meant to him.

Then he went to go order his meal. My friend had been sitting at the table the entire time, and told me point blank I needed to dump him. I knew I should, and I didn't want to lead him on, I just felt really guilty for adding to his list of ex's and after he paid for me and my friend's meal. Since it would look like I had just used him as free food, when I really didn't want any of this.

We had the the things we ordered, before heading back, which consisted of a lot of the same before. A lot of non-consensual hand holding, and general touching, as I tried to explain why I wasn't comfortable with it, while my friend tried to help me. It didn't sway his feelings on the matter, and we made it back to school.

The guilt was really crushing me at this point, and it was the last period before school. My friend was understandably fed up with me, and was telling me to break up with him. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure how to, and it got to the point where she stood up at the end of class and told him for me. I really hadn't wanted her to do that, because no one deserves to be broken up with like that, but I also think I wouldn't have had the courage to break up with him sooner.

He was really upset, and for the next year or so people referred to me as the girl who broke up with him. He was pretty aggressive to me afterwards for a long while, and I later found out from the same friend that helped me that the day I broke up with him, he texted her, asking her out and calling me a "tool" and a "whore" and saying I had been using him. She turned him down, but it upsets me a lot, though I don't know if I had it coming.

AITA for this? I know I was definitely in the wrong for accepting in the first place, and I still feel really stupid for it.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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waitimcomingtoo · 8 months

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter six: deja vu

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The next morning, you felt like you were walking on air as you walked onto campus. Hearing Peter promise to love you as long as you wanted him to made you feel whole inside. You knew you didn’t need any man to complete you, but you also knew how special it was to be loved. Your life was feeling more and more like one of those romantic movies you loved and part of you couldn’t help but wonder if things were too good to be true.

“Someone looks happy.” Kate commented when you sat down at the library table.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said with a coy smile.

“Oh my God.” Gwen gasped. “You saw his face, didn’t you? You found out who he is?”

“He wanted to show me. But I said no.” You admitted.

“Excuse me? You said no?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t want to disrupt our perfect night. If I saw his face, I’d just be left wondering why he didn’t show me sooner. And then I’d be focusing on that instead of the fact that I’m in the middle of a fairy tale romance with a guy I’ve been crushing on since MJ was still “straight”. Right, MJ?”

“I’m sorry, but when was MJ straight?” Gwen laughed and looked at her.

“Freshman year of high school.” MJ admitted. “I hadn’t figured it all out yet. And we had a very androgynous French teacher that looked good in his jeans.”

“Oh yeah! Mr. Andrews.” You gasped when you remembered. “He was so cute. I don’t even blame you. We all had a crush on him.”

“And now you’re in love with a man in tights. Isn’t it crazy how things work out?” MJ said sarcastically.

“I know you’re teasing me, but you’re actually right. It is crazy how things works out. I can’t believe I’m in love. I honestly never thought that would happen for me.”

“Aw. Why not?” Gwen frowned and rubbed your arm.

“It just didn’t seem in the cards for me that someone would fall in love with me and stay in love me once they really got to know me. No one ever really had crushes on me growing up. That kinda fucks with your head and makes you feel undesirable. So the fact that I’m in a loving relationship with someone I can trust and be myself around without fear of scaring him off is amazing to me. I guess it’s just still hard to believe sometimes.”

“Aw.” Kate gushed. “I’m happy for you, girl. I’m happy you’re in love. And that it’s with a nice, trustworthy man.”

“Those are rare.” MJ agreed. “Even though I’m still pretty firm on my stance that no man is to be trusted. Not even one’s that can shoot webs.”

“I wonder if he can shoot webs out of his butt.” Gwen thought out loud.

“He can’t.” You sighed. “Believe me, I asked. He said he makes his own web fluid so they can only come out of his wrists. No butt webs.”

“I guess that’s kinda a good. I was honestly really worried that he could shoot webs out of his penis. Because what if they grabbed onto your guts and yanked them out of you? Imagine how horrible that would be.”

“That can’t happen.” You laughed. “Oh shit. Wait, can it?”

“You better make sure he can’t shoot webs out of that thing because I do not want your guts all over our dorm room floor. It’s carpet.” MJ reminded you.

Ned and Peter came and joined the table, having no idea what conversation they were walking into. Peter looked at you and felt his heart ache in his chest. After everything you promised each other last night, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you hello and hold you in his arms. He’d never trusted a person more than you and he hated that he had now had to sit across from you and pretend that was some other guy.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ned asked when he noticed the table had gotten quiet.

“The trials and tribulations of Y/n getting her back blown out by Spiderman.” MJ said simply. Peter started choking on his water while you gave MJ a look.

“Great. Now you’ve killed Peter.” You sighed and clapped Peter on the back to help him out. He gave you a weak thumbs up as he wiped away the water that had come out of his nose.

“What kind of trials and tribulations?” Ned asked Peter.

“Wait, why did you look at Peter when you said that?” Gwen wondered and you nodded in agreement.

“Because Peter…” Ned trailed off when he saw Peter motioning for him to stop. Ned sighed and gestured to Peter.

“Why don’t you tell them why I looked at you, Peter?” Ned said pointedly. Peter gulped and looked between you and Ned as he scrambled for something to say. Everyone turned to look at Peter in confusion while Peter blushed all the way to his ears.

“Because I have feelings for you.” He blurted. “And Ned knows so he didn’t want me to hear this conversation.”

“You do?” You asked him.

“Woah. Plot twist. That every single one of us saw coming.” MJ said sarcastically.

“I mean, I guess I kinda had a feeling.” You admitted. “That’s really sweet though, Peter. I’m sorry you’ve had to hear me talk about my boyfriend so much. I wouldn’t have been saying all that stuff if I knew how you felt.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” Peter forced a laugh and waved his hand in dismissal.

“Really, dude? That’s what you’re going with?” Ned said in disappointment.

“Ned. Please. There are things you don’t understand.” Peter whispered to him.

“I think I understand plenty. I gotta go.” Ned sighed and left the table. Peter felt his heart sink as he watched his best friend walk away. Keeping this lie up might end up costing him the two most important people in his life.

“Well that was odd.” MJ noted.

“What’s his damage?” You asked Peter.

“Maybes he’s in love with Peter so Peter confessing his love for Y/n was too much for him to bear.” Kate shrugged.

“Or maybe he’s in love with Spiderman and was he was devastated to hear that Y/n stole both his men.” MJ added.

“Stop it guys. This is serious. Do you think I should ask my boyfriend if it’s possible that he could accidentally pull my guts out with his penis webs?” You genuinely asked your friends. Peter burst out laughing when he heard this in a way no one at the table was expecting.

“Woah, Peter. I’ve never heard you laugh like that.” You smiled at him in surprise.

“Sorry. It just caught me off guard.” Peter said sheepishly.

“Hm.” You faked a smile as your mind began to wander. Peters laugh sounded so familiar that it gave you a sense of deja vu. Even the way he threw his head back when he laughed was familiar to you, despite the fact you’d never heard Peter laugh like that before. He noticed you staring at him curiously and gulped. When you looked into Peters eyes, something you didn’t normally do, you felt something stir inside you.

“You have really nice eyes, Peter. I never noticed that.” You said to him with a look on your face that Peter couldn’t quite read.

“Wild thing to say to a friend who just confessed their feelings for you.” MJ mumbled.

“Oh, uh, thanks. They’re just brown.” He shrugged and stopped making eye contact with you.

“They’re a real nice shade of brown, though. Very pretty.” You continued as you titled your head to the side. You felt like you had seen those eyes before, and not just from being in the same friend group as Peter.

“Um, what’s happening?” MJ laughed uncomfortably. “Are you trying to get Peter to join you and Spidey in a throuple?”

“No. I just never noticed his eyes, okay?” You shrugged and stopped staring at Peter. Peter relaxed when you stopped interrogating him, but you weren’t done yet.

“So are you dating anyone, Peter?” You asked him, making him freeze.

“Yes, actually. I have a girlfriend.” He answered honestly. He needed to get through this conversation with as many honest answers as possible if he wanted to keep you as a girlfriend.

“Wait, really? Since when?” Kate asked.

“A few months ago.” Peter replied, still being honest.

“And you never said anything?”

“You never asked.” Peter shrugged.

“He’s right.” Gwen realized. “Sorry, Pete. She’s a lucky lady.”

“Not really. I’m not that great.” Peter sighed, still telling the truth. He was keeping things from you, and that made him less than a good person.

“Aw. Don’t say that.” You pouted. “I’m sure she’s very lucky to have you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.” He said sincerely.

“No problem. And I mean that. Don’t doubt yourself and get all insecure. That’s never good in a relationship. You’re cute, smart, funny, and very surprising at times. Don’t start doubting what you have to offer. Because you’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you really think all those things about me?” Peter asked in surprise. He knew you felt all those things and then-some about Spiderman, but he didn’t think you ever even noticed him as Peter.

“Of course I do.” You said simply. Peter smiled and nodded his head, feeling more confident in telling you the truth now.

“Thanks. I didn’t realize you thought I was cute.” Peter said as he stared at your from across the table.

“Is cute all you got out of that? I said a lot of other things too.” You said with a coy smile.

“I know. But that one stood out.” He mumbled shyly and looked down at his lap.

“Woah. Sparks are flying. Throuple is growing imminent.” MJ snorted and you kicked her under the table.

“You’re totally cute.” You insisted. “I happen to love brown eyed boys. And the whole curly hair thing mixed with your soft preppy style is so in right now. I’m actually not surprised at all that you have a secret girlfriend.”

“Oh great.” MJ groaned. “Y/n fell in love and now she’s giving out compliments like she’s Mother freaking Theresa.”

“Me next. I want compliments.” Gwen sat up and clapped her hands. Peter tuned out the praises you showered Gwen with and sat deep in thought. Hearing you say you found him attractive meant there really was no excuse this time. Tonight, you were seeing his face no matter what.

After study hall, you waited outside Gwen’s locker while she put her books away so that you could walk to your next class together.

“Tonight’s definitely the night. I’m gonna find out who he is.” You decided.

“What if he says he’s still not ready?” Gwen asked as she shut her locker.

“He doesn’t have a choice anymore. I deserve to know. And if he still can’t trust me after all this time, he’s gonna have to find a new girlfriend.” You decided. Gwen smiled and wrapped an arm around you.

“Good for you, girlie. We can practice how you’re gonna ask him instead of listening in class.”

“You get me.” You chuckled and followed her into your next class.

That night, you had every intention of asked Peter and he had every intention of telling you. But both your plans were sidetracked when Peter had to postpone coming over to deal with an armed robbery at a bank. The robbers ended up being three times Peters size and wearing something Peter had never encountered before, brass knuckles. He got beaten up pretty badly but still managed to swing over to your parents place where you agreed to meet. He was too weak to use his hands so he knocked on your window with his forehead. You excitedly threw the window open but your smile immediately dropped when you saw the state Peter was in. He stumbled through your window and slumped into your chair.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” You asked as you went to get your first aid kit. He pulled his mask up over his nose to gasp for air before hanging his head and starting to drift off.

“Me? You should see the other guy?” He smiled weakly and started nodding off again.

“Oh God. Don’t smile. Your really cute smile is full of blood.” You laughed and started to clean up the blood around his nose and mouth. His head was flopping around like a dead fish and you knew you didn’t have long before he passed out from the pain.

“You think I’m cute?” He teased you as you pressed the button on his suit to take it off.

“I do. Even with this busted lip.” You humored him as you cleaned the wounds on his chest and arms.

“It doesn’t even hurt that badly.” He slurred and lazily waved his hand before wincing from the pain of the hydrogen peroxide you were using.

“Sorry, baby. I meant to warn you. It’s gonna sting.” You apologized and kissed his knuckles.

“Oh God. Your knuckles look awful. Did you at least win the fight?” You asked and started to clean his bloody knuckles.

“Psh. Always.”

“The police had to pull them off of you before they could kill you, didn’t they?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not even entirely sure I’m not dead right now.” He answered honestly.

“You’re not.” You chuckled. “You’re with me. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Don’t you worry.”

“You’re so good to me. I love you so much, Y/n.” Peter said as he head slumped backwards.

“I love you too…” You said and trailed off when you realized you didn’t know his name and therefore couldn’t use it to tell him you loved him.

“It’s Peter. Peter Parker. From school.” He slurred, but you didn’t make out a word of it.

“What? I can’t understand you. I need to rinse your mouth out.” You said and poured some water into his mouth to rinse out the blood. After Peter spit, you could understand him better.

“I should’ve just told you right away. Ned was right.” He said apologetically as he cupped your face.

“Told me what? Did you say Ned? Like my friend?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just wanted you to like me.” Peter started to cry as his head slumped back onto his shoulder.

“Like you? What are you talking about? I love you.”

“I know. But I’m scared you won’t anymore after…” Peter trailed off as he finally lost consciousness from the pain.

“After what?” You asked desperately. You tried to shake him away but he was out cold. Your disappointment returned as you realized you’d missed your window to ask him about his identity. As you stared at him, you felt tempted to just rip the rest of his mask off and finally see the rest of his face. It would be so easy to just reach over and pull it off, then all your questions would be answered. He’d never even have to know. You reached out and and touched the wend of his mask, about to pull it off when you stopped yourself. You withdrew your hands and sighed. It wasn’t right to do it when he wasn’t awake. Especially not after everything you said about it needing its own special moment. So instead, you held back some tears and fixed up his wounds before carefully moving him into your bed. You crawled in bed beside him and held him until you fell asleep.

When Peter woke up the next morning, his suit was on your bedroom floor but his mask was still on. He sighed in relief and felt around the bed for you, but you were gone. In your place was a little note with your handwriting.

“Had to go to class. Sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up! Call me when you’re awake. Love you <3” You had written. You didn’t know that Peter had the same class, which he slept through by now. He noticed you had redressed his wounds and left him a cup of water with some ibuprofen beside it before you had left. He smiled at the gesture, then felt his guilt return. He was supposed to tell you everything last night but instead became your patient. He downed the water, threw his suit back on, and swung home so he could make it to his next class. He didn’t see you until study hall that day, and rushed to sit down when he saw you in the library. He put his hand on your shoulder and felt you relax under it before putting your hand on top of his. You looked up smiling but your face dropped when you realized it was Peter touching you. Peter then realized that he shouldn’t be touching you because you had no idea he was your boyfriend and yanked his hand away.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He quickly lied and sat beside you.

“It’s okay. I thought the same thing.” You laughed awkwardly. His touch had felt just like your boyfriends, but that felt weird to say. Peter suddenly felt eyes on him and looked up to see that you were staring at him like he had ten heads. Peter felt a panic grow in his chest and turned to you.

“Is everything okay?”

“What happened to your lip?” You asked him, making his blood run cold. He touched his busted lip, the one he had completely forgotten about, and forced a smile.

“Oh, nothing.” He said and turned away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at the cut on his lip. It was shaped like a “c” and on the bottom left of his mouth, the same place your boyfriends was last night. Peters busted lip looked much more healed then the one you had cleaned last night, but it was still bizarre to you that you were seeing your second busted lip in the past 24 hours.

“That’s a pretty bad nothing.” You said as you continued to access Peter. He was in long sleeves, despite the hot weather, and had another cut just above his eyebrow.

“I tripped and bit my lip.” He lied. “Hey, do you have the notes from class this morning? I wasn’t there.”

“Yeah, sure.” You handed him your notes without breaking eye contact. You had a feeling he was trying to change the subject, making you want to stay on topic all that much more. When he took your notes from you, you saw that his knuckles were completely busted.

“You busted your knuckles too?” You gasped and looked into his eyes.

“It was a bad fall.” He said quickly and hid his hands as soon as possible.

“Hm.” You hummed and nodded your head, but you didn’t believe a word. The rest of your friends soon joined you but you did not contribute much to the conversation. You were too busy thinking about the magnet on Spider-Man’s fridge for your college and how he never mentioned that he or someone he knew went there. Or how his parents died the same way Peters did, and at the same age. Or how he never texted you back during school hours. Or how he took you on specific dates that you dreamed of going on but never told him about. Or how looking into his eyes for the first time didn’t feel like it was the first time.

You looked over at Peter and watched his curly brown hair fall into his eyes as he laughed at something Ned was saying. You knew that laugh. It all started it feel like too much to be a coincidence. You got up from table and left without saying a word. Everyone was confused and debated who should go after you, but Peter convinced them to give you space. He had seen the look on your face when you saw his busted knuckles and he knew you were off somewhere, connecting dots. He tried not to panic and anxiously waited for study hall to end so he could change into his suit and walk you home. He’d tell you right away, before you had a chance to figure it out.

As he was throwing his books into his locker after study hall had ended, Peter’s phone rang and he picked it up.

“Hello?” He asked as he shut his locker and went to bolt out of school to see you.

“So it’s true?” Your heartbroken voice sounded in Peters ears. But your voice wasn’t just coming through his phone.

It was coming from behind him.

Peter slowly turned around and saw you standing there with your phone pressed to your ear. Tears were streaming down your face but you never broke eye contact. Peter hung up the phone and reached for you, but you pulled away.

“How could you?” You whispered.

“Wait, please. I can explain.”

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soulsforsales · 7 months

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Professor Steven Grant x Reader

Warning: This is my first fic (Idk if that should be a warning but I am scared lol), fluff, age gap, no use of Y/N, sorry for any grammatical mistakes

Summary: You always had a weak spot for nerds but Steven Grant might just be the man of your dreams.

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (yes, we do have Marc and Jake in the next chapters!)

Thankyou @ivystoryweaver for your ideas and support <3

Chapter 1

It is a warm Tuesday afternoon in October. You are browsing the books in the "classics" section at the bookstore. Usually, you come to the bookstore on weekends but you've decided to meet a friend this week, so here you are.

Your eyes roam the bookshelf along with your hand in a straight line until you hit something. Someone. You step back, an apology already on your lips until you turn and see the man beside you and suddenly you are at a loss for words. You stare at him.

Normally, if you run into someone at the bookstore you would just turn away and apologize, which happened a lot since you were always lost searching for your book but it wasn't a rom-com movie where anyone you accidentally stumble upon turns out to be your soulmate - but, god, right now you wish it were.

Honestly, you have seen your fair share of good-looking men, but this guy was, you dare say it, gorgeous.

He had a defined, sharp jawline with dark brown eyes, and his hair was a mess of curls. He was wearing baggy clothes but it suited him just fine and a messenger bag slung on his shoulder. 'I'm sorry,' you hear him say and he gives an apologetic smile. O.K. If you thought he was good-looking a moment ago, his smile was absolutely beaming - and it wasn't even a real smile. 'You okay?' He asks, his fingers grazing your forearm for the slightest second, bringing you back to life. He is looking down at you, confused. Really? Could he not see what he was doing to you or did he not know how good-looking he was?

You nod, saying, 'I am fine. Sorry about that.' He waves his hand in front of his face, 'No worries,' he replies with a smile. He looks a bit older than you, thirteen years or some.

You are staring at him again. You can feel yourself getting red. So embarrassing.

'That's a nice book you've got there,' he says, pointing to the book in your hands that was now wrapped around your chest. The blush on your cheeks deepens, he doesn't notice.

"Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte" you trace your fingers over the cover of the book.

'Yeah,' you say, pushing the book closer to yourself, 'you too.' Alright, you do not know why you said that, but he was holding a book and it only felt right to return the compliment.

Or maybe you are just really bad when it comes to conversations with someone who's got you fawning.

He shows the book to you, "The Ennead" it reads. Suddenly, you are intrigued. Yes, you work for a textile company but History, especially Egyptian, has always been interesting to you. And before you know it, you are both somehow in a long, elaborated conversation about the Ennead, Egyptian history, and the pyramids.

He knew so much that it left you speechless. You could only admire him as he kept spitting engrossing Egyptian facts as if it were the weather report. He talked animatedly, with his hands moving and his eyes gleaming. His hands, wow, his perfect, sleek hands were totally distracting you from his stories.

He stopped abruptly when his phone rang. He was telling you something about Ammit, the sinister goddess of the Underworld but he had to stop and pick up the call.

He held the phone close to his chest, saying, 'Looks like I'll have to leave.' He looked like he was in a hurry but he glanced at you once more before walking out the place, as if he wanted to say more.

He disappeared soon as if he'd never even been here.

Your heart is beating fast and it feels almost as if, you have never had a conversation like this one before. Maybe it was the person more than the conversation itself.

You didn't even ask for his name, you wince at the realization. You should've totally asked for his name.

Maybe you'll see him again.

For some reason, you are sure you'll see him again.

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You are a few feet away from the coffee shop's door when you notice your friend. She's sitting at the table with someone, you can't really see who, and is typing aggressively into her laptop.

Your friend is in the last year of her University, she's a year younger than you. You always knew that University was not your thing but you'd attended it anyway because your parents wanted you to and being exceedingly wealthy, they had proposed to pay your study loans for you.

So now you have a full-time job, a good paycheck, and an apartment of your own without any piles of loans above your head. While your friend, still in Uni was drowning in projects and assignments and you knew she needed to loosen up a bit, hence, the reason you two were meeting today.

You enter the shop with a smile, but it drops the moment you notice who your friend is with. You freeze a few feet away from the table. You couldn't be sure if it was him but the resemblance was there.

Your friend looks up from her laptop, noticing you. She waves at you, grinning, which makes, whoever it is, sitting in front of her turn to you.

You almost trip. He looks even better than the last time you'd seen him. He was still wearing baggy clothes, his hair tousled and curly but it looked purposely done. And he was wearing glasses, red colored glasses perched on the top of his nose. Adorable.

You always had a weak spot for nerds but he might just be the man of your dreams.

Your friend asks you to come over and have a seat and you do. You can tell that he remembers you. He's been staring at you ever since you walked in and you can't breathe. What's happening to you?

Your friend, however, is oblivious, she introduces you to the man, telling him your name and he introduces himself, 'Steven Grant,' he says, shaking your hand clumsily. You nod. His hand, oh god, the handshake sent tingles all over your skin.

'He was just helping me with a few assignments, thank you so much for this,' your friend adds and after telling her that it's no big deal Steven leaves the table to get his order.

You watch him go. Steven Grant. You had met him at the bookstore almost a week ago and yet, you couldn't stop thinking about him. It felt foolish but you'd never, in your life, daydreamed about a guy the way you'd daydreamed about Steven Grant.

'Stop drooling,' your friend says interrupting your rail of thoughts. A blush spreads on your cheeks. You aren't drooling... are you?

'How do you know him?' You ask her

Your friend grins, 'he's my history professor.'

Your jaw drops, 'he's a professor?' You repeat, placing your hands on your chest dramatically, 'he's like everything I've ever wanted.'

She chuckles, 'You should ask him out. He's exactly your type and I am sure he's single.'

Your eyes turn to Steven who's now getting his coffee, 'how's he still single?'

'Because he's the most awkward person you'll ever meet and the only friend he has is a goldfish named 'Gus', it is one-finned or something. He loves talking about it,' your friend tells

You smile to yourself but your heart's hammering against your chest and you know you'd never have the courage to ask him out.

'I could never,' you say, biting your lower lip. Before your friend can reply Steven comes back with a flask that the barista had filled for him.

Your friend smirks as she closes her laptop and leaves the table the next moment. You silently beg her to stay but it's too late.

Steven looks at you and you can't stop blushing. You are praying that your complexion doesn't give it away. 'Correct me if I'm wrong,' he speaks sweetly, 'but... have we met before?'

Your cheeks redden, 'yeah,' you say, 'Yes actually, at the bookstore... that day, I - I had no idea that you were, would be - what a coincidence, right?' You give yourself an imaginary facepalm. Someone must remind you how to form a coherent sentence again.

'You're at University too?' He asks

You shake your head, 'Oh no, not anymore.'

Steven smiles in reply and you two fall into an awkward silence. You want to say something - you know you should say something but he hasn't stopped smiling since you arrived and you can't think straight when he's looking at you with those deep, soft, brown eyes.

Maybe you should ask him something about his job - anything would be better than staring at him like an idiot.

You open your mouth to speak but Steven cuts you off, 'that day when we met,' he says, taking his glasses off, 'I wanted to ask you something, actually...' he pauses to take a good look at your face, you can swear you are as red as a tomato by now. 'I was wondering if - if you would want to - maybe - uh, have dinner with me sometime? I was just thinking if...' You don't hear the rest of the sentence. Your breath hitches in your throat. Was he asking you out? Was Steven Grant, the man you had been reeling after - asking you out on a date? This felt unreal.

'I'm sorry,' his voice reaches your ear, interrupting your thoughts, 'I think I might be reading too much into it. I understand if you're not interested.'

Your eyes visibly widen at his words. It wasn't that at all.

'No.' You almost yell, 'I - I am interested. I want to, I mean. I would love to go on a date with you.' You are smiling hard and you can feel the butterflies rummaging in your stomach. 'If - if that's what you are implying.' You add.

This is bad.

Steven lets out a small laugh, his cheeks turning pink, 'Yes. Yes, th - that's what I meant.'

You grin, not because you want to but because you can't help it. He's so nice and so absolutely beautiful.

Steven fiddles with his sleeves nervously, saying, 'Well, there's this really nice restaurant down the street. They have all kinds of food options. I - I was thinking maybe we could, you know, check it out.'

You nod, still smiling. Still feeling the butterflies in your stomach. He looked ten times better when he smiled.

'Yeah,' you say, 'yeah, sounds great.'

'I'll see you tomorrow then? If - if that's okay with you. I get off work at 5'

'Tomorrow's good.'

'Yeah?' He's smiling with his eyes now, crinkles appearing around them and oh, you could just die.

Steven's expression softens as he starts to get up, 'I am terribly sorry, love,' he says, with a weak smile, 'I would really like to stay but I have to leave now - I have a meeting at work. I could, uh, text you the details, though?'

You tell him that it's alright and exchange phone numbers.

'See you tomorrow, then?' He asks, sliding his messenger bag down his shoulder, his curls toss as he fixes the strap and you fight the urge to push your fingers through them. You really wanted to.

'It's a date then,' you say, biting your lower lip. It was hard to contain your giddiness.

'I'll call you.' He says, passing you a little smile before finally walking out the shop.

Oh my god. It happened! You are going out on a date with Steven Grant. You are acting like a teenager getting asked out for the first time but you're too happy to care. You are happy - excited even - for a date, you haven't felt this like this in a long time.

Your friend finally comes back to the table, holding a sandwich in one hand and a coffee cup in another.

'You were ages.' You say, adding Steven's phone number into your contacts

'Was I?' Your friend replies, slurping her drink, 'well, the barista was super cute - not really my fault, besides, what were you chatting with Mr. Grant about?'

You smile. Your cheeks hurt from smiling now but you can't help it, 'I am going on a date.' You tell her, 'With your professor.'

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sugarsfics · 1 year

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Crushing On The Babysitter

Summary: Eddie finally has the courage to ask out his crush. What happens when she is babysitting? Not just babysitting anyone, he little sheep. Those same sheep he just told that having a crush is force conformity.

A/N: Hiiii I'm Sugar this is my first fic and so many more to come so enjoy;)

Warnings: Use of Y/N, fluff, horrible writing.

Word count: 1.0k

Eddie fake gags as he watches Lucas stare at Max with the biggest heart eyes ever. As he looks around the table, he sees that almost all the boys have their eyes on someone, except for Mike and Dustin who are arguing on who's girlfriends are better. “Boys!” he says as he slams his lunch box on the table. “ Have you all been taken in my the dark side of the female gaze” he continues “Yes they are nice to look at but would they really want to be with us, us freaks it is all just force conformity” Dustin pipes in “Well Mike and I do have girlfriends” “ Still not believing till I see them, but as I was saying before they want you to look to fall in love for you to buy them stupid crap and that money that you are spending to make your “lover” happy goes straight to the big man’s pocket, that is way I never had or never will have a crush” oh boy was that a lie.

Eddie has been hung up on the same girl since 8th grade. Y/N L/N. Just like him you were an outcast, a nerd. Your older brother was the founder of Hellfire and was very welcoming to Eddie. Sophomore year, your brother graduated and passed on the torch to you. Eddie was head over heels for you but was too scared that you did not like him. Oh boy was he wrong. After having many talks with Uncle Wayne, he was ready to ask you out. He asks you to meet him in the Hellfire room but then he got the worst news of his life, he failed senior year. He spent the rest of the day in his van smoking and fell asleep. When he woke up it was 5 pm and ran out and the parking lot was empty, your car was nowhere to been found. He apologized the next day and asked to talk to you again tonight, but you were busy. He never got the courage again then you graduated leaving him behind.

He got home we you on his mind, as if Uncle Wayne were reading his mind “You would never believe who I saw at the store today” “Who” “Y/N L/N” Eddie’s heart skipped a beat hearing your name “Really?” “Yeah, she said she has been in town for about a month-” “Do you know how long she is staying” “Boy I did not ask her 21 questions” Eddie got a ran to his room “What are you doing” Eddie comes out with a nicer shirt on, his wallet, and a letter “Doing something I should have done a long time ago.

You have watched the boys every Friday and Saturday since they were 5. It was always Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will and you at your house or the wheeler’s basement playing D&D and watching movies. Even though you would have thought that you would stop watching the boys since they were now in high school but nope here there are. You plated the food for Mike, Dustin, and Lucas you almost grabbed a four plate out of habit for will, oh how you missed Will. Then the doorbell rang followed by rapid knocking. “Boys come eat” the three boys ran to the dining room. You open the door not excepting the person who was on the other side

“Eddie?” he was frozen, how could you get more beautiful he thought. “Earth to Eddie” as you wave your hand in front of him. “Oh, sorry hi hey how are you” “I am doing great you?” “I am doing good oh oh these are for you” he brings beautiful boutique of red roses to your face. “Oh, wow thank you Eddie” “No problem I heard that they are the symbol of love so-” “EDDIE?” You both look behind you to see the boys staring at you guys. “Eddie what are you doing here with roses?" says mike Eddie’s face flushed a bright red “I- um – I – Well you see- I was-” “Boys go eat your dinner” “But-” “Now” they walk into the dining room but stay near the wall to hear you guys. “ I didn’t know you knew the freshman” “Yes those are my boys remember the littles one I used to babysit” “ Oh my god those are them” “Yeah isn't it crazy, but why did you stop by” “Oh yea well um listen so the night I stood you up I wanted to tell you something but then something happened, you the whole not graduating thing, then you got busy so um-” he spins and fishes something out of his pocket “ Here!” He gave you a letter. “What is this” “Read it, it will they you everything that I was going to tell you and so much more” he starts walking away until you pull his jacket “Stay, let me read it with you here with me” “Oh um yeah sure” he nervously laughs.

Dear Y/N I haven't got you out of my mind since the first day we met. I have been wanting to tell you this for so long but scared that your brother will banish me, or you just plain out would like me so here I goes. I really really really I could write so many really and it still would express how much I like you. You are funny, smart, beautiful, and so many more things and I really like you so much so will you give me a chance and go on a date with me? -Eddie M

“Wow Eddie why didn’t you tell me this before” “I was too scared really” “Well that suck” “Sucks?” “Yeah because if you would have told me before you would have had yourself a girlfriend maybe now if you ask so kindly” “Wait really you like me too” “Duh” “Oh wow in that case Y/N L/N will you please let me, Eddie Munson, take you on a date and have the best night of your night” “ Yes” You make arrangements then kiss him on the cheek. The boys run to their seats as they are here the door closed “What” you look that the boys “Nothing” they say in unison. Oh boy were they going to tease Eddie Monday at school.

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surfinminho · 8 months

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GLASSY

choreographer!reader x idol!felix

Warning: walking in, implied switch felix and reader, talk of exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.2k

requested by: @ihrtlix

you were scared. Why wouldn't you be?

You never usually went over to Felix's place. You never minded him over at your place, and you never hung out with him in public.

You two were really popular, if that's what you want to call it. People with cameras crowding you when you even step foot in public. People at airports surrounding felix when he's simply trying to get from point A to point B.

So when you are cleaning your house. Blasting whatever playlist you clicked on. And you get a text which reads

Felix 💕 : come over

You freak out. You always thought it was "risky" if anyone at the dorms found out about you guys years back. So you never went. Since the dorms are split in 2 now you think you have a better chance at not getting caught.

It was sad, funny, but also sad how you guys had to sneak around to see eachother. You had boyfriends in the past and the media never seemed to mind. Felix on the other hand, the media never got to know whether or not he ever had a girlfriend.

It leaves you to think, what's the harm in being exposed? It was going to happen anyway. Your managers have been talking about releasing the news about your relationship. You've always delayed it though. Not for any particular reason. Maybe you weren't ready, just not yet.

you text felix back to let him know that you were in fact going. You didn't decide to ask why he invited you over, knowing the chances of getting caught is higher then it ever will be.

Opting to take a shower before you go, changing into clean clothes before going on your way.

When you get into your car, you were still a little bit skeptical of going over there. Would It be bad for you to just ask him to come over instead?

You ignore all those thoughts and start driving. The dorms aren't that far from you. So you reach there practically in 10 minutes.

You hesitate when you reach to the door. Wondering if you should just call him and let him know you are here.

You open your phone to call him, but before you can even open the app someone opens the door.

"Hi princess" you almost jumped at the sound of the door. Sighing of relief when you see it's felix.

He tells you to come in. Locking the door behind him.

Taking off your shoes you go into the living room while he says he has to finish up some things in the kitchen.

As you sit down you try to listen closely to see if you hear anybody in the dorms. It's not like you didn't know stray kids per se- you helped choreograph some of their dances. But it doesn't mean you guys are necessarily close.

Simply scrolling on your phone, you feel felix come up behind the couch and wrap his arms around you.

"You're hovering"

"I am not hovering" flashing a smile before adjusting to sit next to you.

"You're nervous, hm?" grabbing your leg, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

"Felix, you—" pausing to resituate yourself."—we both know that they can come back at anytime. What if th-"

You were fidgeting, moving around side to side in his lap before you cut yourself off.

“if you stare any harder I think you’ll bore holes into my skull” you laughed trying to get back to your original point.

“sorry, you kept movi- what do you expect? You look pretty right now ”

"What?" Confusion laced your voice. You were wearing basic clothes. And some lipgloss, nothing that would make you look elegant.

His lips meets yours in a delicate manner. A slow but firm kiss. His hands travel down to grab your hips, pulling you a little bit closer.

You pull away first, looking straight at felix."You still didn't answer my question"

"That was the answer" he leans back in for another kiss.

It was different. This is different.

The familiar movement of his lips is gone. The Original gentle and feathery kisses he gave you, your lips moving softly against his. Light touches here and there. This? This is the complete opposite. The kisses he's giving you now fast paced and impatient. His hands moving around trying to grab onto the hem of your shirt.

You're surprised. The messy and aggressive kiss is nothing compared to the way he's groping you.

His hands let go of your shirt, slowly moving his hands up and down the sides of your body before he stops. Stopping at the feeling of your ass against his hands. Squeezing it as if he's never going to again.

Your hands try and find something to grasp. Leaning forward to deepen the kiss while meticulously trying to unzip his pants.

Its not like you didn't feel him getting a hard-on when you were moving around in his lap. You simply decided to ignore it.

You almost get the zipper down before you hear someone clear their throat.

"Felix, __?" A young man spoke, they spoke with confusion lining their voice. You didn't bother do look up. You already knew who it was.

"Minho" Felix replied same tone that the man had before.

You peeked your head up to see who was there but quickly put it back down when you saw seungmin as well as jeongin standing in the hallway

"I hate you right now" whispering into his ear before lightly slapping his arm.

"You guys are dating? I assume?" minho asked, trying not to laugh.

The idea of the rest of the boys finding out was already terrifying, but them finding out like this? Made you want to disappear.

Felix hummed before tapping your leg, hinting for you to get up.

Everyone goes back to their business, you and felix at his door when you hear another voice.

"You guys weren't about to fuck on our couch right..." jeongin questioned, putting his coat and bag down.

"We weren't? yea we weren't." opening the door you tug felix in there, closing the door with your back.

You felt like your heart was in your throat. You were anxious. But something deep inside you is making you feel as if the people outside didn't matter. Or you'd let them watch.

You look down slightly to see his boner threatening to pop out.

"did that turn you on?”

“shut the fuck up” he muttered, capturing your lips in another sloppy kiss. That nervous feeling dissappears into a eager feeling. Desperate to feel his touch on you. You say you want anything he gives you, but you know you're lying. You want him. You want him to touch you and feel you up infront of other people. Make them know how good he makes you feel.

You snap out of your trance from felix removing his lips from yours, trailing them down your neck softly biting the skin there.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Its nothing" trying to not let your dirty or borderline filthy fantasy out.

"Are you sure?" he quirks his eyebrow before harshly biting the are that seemingly connects your neck to your collarbone.

"a-ah yea I'm good" You yourself don't even think you were convincing. The slight waver in your voice mad you cringe. Cringe at how you suck at hiding things.

He looks up at you before continuing his next sentence"So maybe I should bring minho to watch me fuck that 'nothing' right out right? I'm sure you'd like that." He tries to act all nonchalant, but you can hear how hard he's breathing and feel his cock that's pressing against your thigh.

"what- what are you talking about?" letting out a slight laugh attempting to redirect the way thus conversation is going.

"We both know what I'm talking about. Besides—" he cuts himself off to move closer. Closer to your ear and whispers the last part of his sentence. "I'd like to see them watch me while I fuck you real good.he gives you a peck on your ear lobe, simultaneously moving to his bed.

"Come on baby tell me what you want."

"I— I don't know I.." you could've used whatever self control you have left, turn this around and milk him of everything he's got. But you choose otherwise.

While Putting two fingers on your tongue. He asks a simple question.

"You want me right here?" Moving his fingers back until you start gagging. You try and say something but it came.out incomprehensible.

"What was that? Cant understand."

"No I, not there please"

He travels his hand down towards your breast lightly cupping it.

"How about here? You want me to touch you here?" he caresses the skin softly waiting for you to give an answer. But when you don't he pinches your nipple through the shirt.

"I asked you a question. You should answer it."

"yes— I mean no, not there." Your words are coming out of your mouth faster than you'd like it to.

Grabbing the band of your pants, he started pulling it down to your ankles then officially off.

He brings his hands right above where you need him most.

"If you're not gonna tell me, you show me where you want me." His voice is always deep, yes. But this time it's raspy. Like if he had just woken up for work in the morning.

You slowly take his hand in yours and drag in downwards.

"Here, please lix I need it." You whined into your other hand that was attempting to cover your face.

His fingers are tracing all over your cunt. Drawing figure 8s over your panties.

"I suppose I can make this work" he shoots you a soft smile, telling you to take your shirt off.

He stands up to do the same thing, sliding off his pants aswell.

He sits back down against the headboard patting his thigh for you to come sit.

"You think I'm gonna do all the work? Come on baby" Rubbing your sides, every once in a while going lower and Grabbing your ass.

"Lix they are outside still. I mean what if they hear us." You still try to get him to believe you. Believe you wouldn't care if they saw.Even though you wouldn't mind them hearing you. Or maybe watching you from a crack in the door.

"You’re such a whore for me, I like it.” he pulled your panties to the side, sliding his finger through your folds.

"Shit, baby you could've just told me you wanted them to watch. I would've obliged" he does that stupid smile again. The one where he knows he's right. Where he knows he's getting to you.

Sliding you back,he pulls his underwear down slightly to free his cock.

You didn't mean to stare, you just kinda zoned out. He gave it a slight squeeze, shivering when a bead of pre-cum leaked out.

"we don't have all day" he leans back in for another kiss while he taps your thigh telling you to lift yourself up.

He nudges the tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down. Head catching the hole sometimes before he pushes in.

You start moving, slowly getting use to the length inside of you. Holding onto his shoulders trying to get a grip on anything around you.

"Good job baby. You can go faster hm?" His voice wobbly while he tries to maintain a straight face. Staring into your eyes unbothered like he isn't twitching inside of you. You know he's turned on. The fact that the boys caught him in the act makes him swell. In reality he wouldn't have an issue if one wanted to peek into his room while you ruin him aswell.

You try to go faster, do a good job but you cant. Your thighs start shaking. Tears welling your eyes before you fall back into his lap.

"Im s-sorry I can't" you whine, head in his neck. Gently suckling on it.

“what? You want me to go deeper? Or go harder?”

Silence. It was suddenly quiet in here, besides the sounds of your panting. You didn't want to admit he got to you. That them watching you could turn you on so much.

"Ah I see" he brings you off his cock onto your back before sliding back in.

"s-shit" the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your thighs along with his low, rough grunts are almost enough to push you over the edge.

Almost.

You felt drunk. Everything around you was blurry. Your senses were heightened. You try to close your legs. So close, the pleasure getting to your brain.

"open your legs pretty." You didn't listen. Looking up at him with a glassy look in your eye silently telling him what you need.

He forces your legs open, jaw going slack when he fucks back into you.

"I know you wanna cum, do it. Nobody's stopping you."

The way he's touching you and thrusting into you. Makes you want more.

You don't give a warning when you cum. Your mouth setting a hard line trying to not let any noise out.

"Good girl" he rubs your clit. Bringing you through your orgasm as he continues fucking you.

It doesn't take long for him to cum either. 2,3 more thrusts before he settles in you. Hips meeting as he leans down to bite your neck, silencing his moans.

He pulls out, telling you he's gonna get a wet cloth and he'd be right back.

He puts on his pants before opening the door seeing seungmin sitting on the couch.

"I'm so telling chan"

"I figured."

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #dom!lee felix

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 1 year

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Hugs and Neck kisses (Alyssa Naeher x Rea

I'm not really sure what this is, just a cute idea I thought of. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Words- 2.8k

It was my first game back after doing my ACL and I was freaking out. I knew I was physically strong enough, but it didn't stop the thoughts of not being good enough any more or re-hurting myself that ran through my head. I felt some sit next to me, not that I could bring myself to look up from the ring on my finger. It was a silver band, engraved with a soccer ball. My brother had given it to me years ago before my first college game. He was the only family I had, the person who was always by my side. I remember being just as nervous then as I was now, but the ring had always reminded me that he was with me even if he couldn't always be there. That was usually enough to help calm me down, but this time it wasn't working. Even the text from him didn't help much.

"You okay Y/n?" Alyssa's soft voice broke through the haze of anxiety.

I shrugged, "Just freaking out a bit, nothing to worry about."

"You're going to do amazing Y/n. I know you're scared, but you're ready."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do. I've seen you in practice, you are an amazing player, you got this. Even if you don't think so right now, we all know it."

"Thank you."

Before I knew what was happening, Alyssa arms were around me, I didn't have time to even fully register it before they were gone again. I didn't like hugs, the closeness and tightness of it made me uncomfortable. The only person I had been able to occasionally hug comfortably was my brother. My therapist said that it was likely my upbringing and the lack of any affection, especially physical affection. I didn't actually hate the feeling of Alyssa's arms around me even if it was briefly.

Alyssa rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, "Sorry, thought I might shock you into not being so nervous."

I laughed quietly, "It may have worked. Now let's go before I freak out again."

The game had actually gone really well. I had gone in after half time and the second my foot hit the pitch, all the nerves faded away. I played like I had before my injury, like I had never been away. I even scored us the winning goal. It was safe to say I was pretty proud of myself.

Since I didn't do hugs, the girls pat me on the back or ruffled my hair as they walked past while I turned to Alyssa who smirked at me, "I told you so."

I hesitated before pulling Alyssa into a quick hug, "I couldn't have done it without you, thank you."

"Yes you could have."

The next time Alyssa hugged me was after I hurt myself during a game. It was just a sprained ankle, I would be out maybe a week, but it took me back to when I did my ACL. The fear I felt that day came rushing back before I could stop it. I was sitting on my bed when Alyssa sat down next to me, hand rubbing up and down my back. I found myself leaning into her side, head on her shoulder as I tried to get my feelings under control. I hadn't really realised it was happening at first, too stuck in my head. Once I did though, I didn't pull away. It was actually comfortable.

"What's going on?" Alyssa asked after a few minutes. I sighed before telling her everything I was feeling. She held me a bit tighter, "It's okay. I'm not going to try tell you that it's nothing like that because I know you know that. Just know I'm here for you."

"Thank you Lys. You're right, I know it's nothing serious, but it just hit me out of nowhere."

"Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe it'll take your mind off things."

"I'd love that."

---

It didn't take long to find myself seeking Alyssa out when I was sad, or upset. She was the one I would confide in or seek comfort in when I needed it. Even when I was happy or excited, she was the one I gravitated to. At this point it was safe to say I craved Alyssa's hugs. They were comfortable, comforting and warm. Something I never thought I would find a hug to be. It was just Alyssa, everyone else's hugs were still uncomfortable. She had never turned me away either, always returning my hug without hesitation even though I knew she wasn't really a hugger.

We were lying on my bed reading when I turned to Alyssa making her put her book down, "You are the only one besides Dan who's hugs don't make me uncomfortable. I actually like them."

"Yours are the hugs I actually enjoy."

"It's weird isn't it? The two people who don't like hugs, end up liking each others hugs."

Alyssa looked at me for a second before shrugging, "Maybe, I'm choosing not to question it though."

"I'm okay with it, there are worse people to like hugging than the person I have a crush on."

Her eyebrows furrowed, she was adorable when she was confused, "You have a crush on me?"

Since we met I had always had slight feelings for her, not enough to do anything about it, but the last couple of months they had slowly developed into deeper feelings. I shrugged, "Yeah."

It had never been hard to tell people what I was feeling when it came to things like that. To me it wasn't a big deal, it was just something that happened that couldn't be helped. Feelings were feelings. You weren't going to know if someone returned them unless you told them, waited for them to do it first or you stayed in a limbo of never knowing. I didn't have the time or patience for that. I guess that wasn't a common thought process considering the surprise written on her face, "How is that so easy for you to admit?"

"It's not a big deal. I mean they're just feelings, telling you or not telling you isn't going to change them being there."

She sat up against the headboard, I followed suit, sitting cross legged in front of her, "You don't think love is a big deal?"

"Love? Yes I do, crushes? No. You're never going to know how someone feels about you if you don't tell them. I like you, if I didn't tell you then I wouldn't know how you feel back. I mean, I could run through lots of possibilities and scenarios in my head, but without telling you, then I would never know for sure. I would rather know."

"Wow. I've never thought of it that way before. I'm never going to do it, that is absolutely terrifying, but it's an interesting way to think about it."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before Alyssa quickly spoke up, "Shit. I like you too by the way."

"Cool, so a date then?"

"I would love that."

I had never actually been in a relationship. I had been on a few dates and slept with people occasionally, but once they realise I was serious about not liking hugs they would disappear. I didn't blame them. To most people, hugs in relationships were important. I craved Alyssa's hugs so it wouldn't be a problem, but it was all new. I was also slightly worried that maybe my love for Alyssa's hugs would disappear eventually.

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It was the night of the date and I was nervous. I really liked Alyssa and I wanted to impress her. Alyssa was in our room so I was currently hiding away in a corner of the hotel to try and get my thoughts together. Apparently I wasn't doing a good job at hiding because Christen sat down next to me. "What's up?"

"Um I have a date tonight, I'm just a bit nervous about it."

"You have a date? That's awesome Y/n, who's it with?"

We hadn't told anyone about our growing relationship. It was something we wanted to keep on the down low for now, but I could really use some advice or reassurance. I wasn't quite sure which yet, "Alyssa."

"That's awesome. Why are you nervous? She obviously likes you if she agreed to go out with you."

"I know. I just want to impress her Chris, I want her to go out with me again. W-what if she doesn't like what I've planned, wh-"

Christen rest her hand on my knee, stopping the bouncing and my spiraling thoughts, "Stop, take a breath and tell me what you have planned."

"Well I was thinking a nice dinner, then there's a book fair I thought she might like. Maybe a walk on the beach or something. You know nothing too fancy, she's not really into that. She likes lowkey, more intimate stuff."

"That's perfect. You know her, you know what she likes. It's okay to be nervous, but it's going to go great. Just believe that as best as you can."

Alyssa came out of the bathroom wearing black skinny jeans, off white blouse and leather jacket. She looked amazing which made me ten times more nervous. I played with my fingers, just barely able to look at her, "Y-you look great Lys."

She smiled before wrapping her arms around me and kissing my temple softly, "It's just me and you Y/n/n. We know each other, you don't need to be so nervous."

"I know, I'm sorry, I-I jus- I want this to be good for you, I-I w-want to impress you."

"You don't have to impress me. Anything you do, I will love because it's with you okay? You're not looking this attractive for nothing so take a breath and lets go."

"I could say the same about you. Let's go, we're going to miss our reservation."

I knew Alyssa preferred quiet, homely places over fancy places so I had found a small family fun Mexican place. We got a small, mostly private booth in the corner of the restaurant where we spent our time talking and eating. Everything was comfortable with Alyssa, there wasn't a need to fill the silences and conversation flowed easily.

There was definitely a different atmosphere between us, things were more flirty, more touchy. Cuddles had become more frequent, touches lingered. Not that it was completely unexpected given our confessions, but I admit it happened quicker than I expected. I wasn't complaining though. I ended up cuddled against Alyssa's side as we talked about our family's and upbringings. Mine was pretty rough, it wasn't something I normally talked about, but I found myself telling her. Alyssa didn't judge or try to make me feel better, she just listened while occasionally squeezing me tighter or kissing my temple.

"We should get going, we have somewhere else to go."

Alyssa lit up when she saw the sign at the book fair. I followed her around as we looked at different books. I liked reading, but it was nothing compared to Alyssa. Every night she would read or when we had down time she would be reading or doing crosswords while I would spend more time drawing or on my phone. I loved watching how excited she got when she found a new book or talked about the book she was reading. It was adorable. Even now watching her look through all the books, she was so beautiful and happy. As long as Alyssa was happy, I could watch her for hours and not get bored.

There were a couple of books I could tell Alyssa wanted, but wouldn't buy for herself. I had been picking them up without her knowing and snuck off to buy them when she got distracted. After a few minutes Alyssa ended up back at my side, lacing her fingers with mine. "Whatcha got there?"

"These are for you."

A wide smile appeared as Alyssa looked through the bag, "You got me the books?"

"Well you weren't going to so I did."

"Thank you Y/n. You know I saw this was on and wanted to go, I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come."

"I thought you might like it."

We slowly walked along the beach. Alyssa's arm wrapping around my shoulders as I shivered slightly. "Lets get back, it's only going to get colder."

Once we got back to the hotel and changed into comfy clothes, I kissed Alyssa's cheek softly, "Thank you for tonight Lys."

"I should be thanking you, you're the one who planned this. Tonight was the best date I've ever been on."

"Me too. I think a movie would be a good way to end the night, what do you say?"

Alyssa smiled before taking my hand and guiding me to the bed lying so I was cuddled into her side as she scrolled through Netflix. It really was one of the best dates I'd been on.

---

The next thing to add to the list of things I craved from Alyssa was neck kisses. Not even the neck kisses that come with sex, but just random soft pecks. Pecks on the collar bone, jaw, behind the ear or back of my neck during hugs or cuddles. I don't think Alyssa noticed the effect she had on me for a few weeks after she started doing it.

The first time it happened was early one morning. I had been trying to sneak out of bed when Alyssa wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer and pressing a soft kiss on my neck before burying her face. I had melted back into her. When I turned around she placed another kiss on the base of my throat. I couldn't stop my eyes fluttering closed and the sigh that left me. She did it every morning regardless of who woke up first. It was definitely my favourite part of the day.

Alyssa also started doing it during hugs when we were in public. She would burying her head in my shoulder, placing soft kisses wherever she could. A way of kissing me without making it obvious. It had surprised me when she first started doing it. I knew she was kind and caring, but I had never seen her so soft. Also for someone who didn't really like physical touch, she sought it out constantly. I admit, it made me feel special, like she truly wanted me. Not that I wouldn't if she didn't seek out physical contact so much because Alyssa was constantly showing me she wanted me. It was just knowing she wasn't really into it, made me feel special.

Within a couple of weeks Alyssa started kissing my neck, jaw or shoulder pretty much every time we cuddled or hugged. I knew she knew the effect it had on me. Without fail, I melted into her every time she did it. Like when she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind as we waited for the elevator, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. My eyes fluttered shut and I lent back against her. I could feel her smile against my skin as she left another soft kiss.

"You look amazing."

"I'm in sweatpants and a t-shirt."

"You look amazing in anything you wear."

I rolled my eyes, turning around to wrap my arms around her shoulders and connect our lips in a slow kiss, "We're already together, you don't need to flatter me."

Alyssa smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and pecking my lips, "It's not flattery if it's true. It doesn't matter what you're wearing, if you've just woken up or played a full 90 minutes and dripping with sweat. You are beautiful Y/n."

"Well isn't that cute," Emily's voice rung out from behind me making me pull away from Alyssa.

"Way to ruin a moment Sonnett," Christen scolded making me laugh at the sheepish look that formed.

"Sorry."

"Anyway, we're heading to our room for team bonding, are you two coming?"

We followed them up to Christens room, settling on the floor in front of one of the beds. I sat between Alyssa's legs, back against her front. We never normally showed this much PDA, but it was the most comfortable spot given how many people were about to be crammed into the room. A couple of the girls teased us or snapped a few pictures. I just flipped them off and focused back on Alyssa. After the moment by the elevator, I was feeling so much love for her. Not that it was new, my feelings for her had always run deep. It had been building for a while, but I knew I was in love with her. I lent back enough to kiss just below her ear, "I love you Lys."

Alyssa pulled me closer, leaving a few light kisses across the side of my face before connecting our lips, "I love you Y/n/n."

"You guys are adorable and everything, but can we play now?"

I laughed before kissing Alyssa again, "Now we can."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #alyssa naeher x reader #alyssa naeher imagine

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xomakara · 7 months

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Diving Into You

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Chapter 002

“Yah, Haechan-ah,” you watched your same aged friend from your phone, as he began teasing the man that was your boyfriend. “Can I talk to my boyfriend without you clinging on to him?”

You were hanging out with your friends at a cafe that one of them owned, when your boyfriend decided to video call you. He had texted you earlier that he landed in Japan about a few hours ago and that he had to go prepare for the upcoming concert. You were surprised that he had time to call and when you mentioned that you were with your friends, he knew better than to say anything about what happened the night before.

“What?” Haechan leaned his head on Jeno’s shoulder, his eyebrows twitching up and down in a teasing manner. “You scared that I might take him from you? You should be worried that he has a whole bunch of dudes, other than me, that will keep him company at night.”

“As if. We all know who he comes running back to when he needs company.” You narrowed your eyes and scoffed.

“What did you do to him last night, noona?” Chenle asked, playing games with Jisung.

“Hyung looked tired out last night.” Jisung muttered. “Did you―”

“Keep it PG, kids.” Mark yelled from a corner of the waiting room. “I don’t need to hear what Jeno and Y/N got up to last night.”

“What are you insinuating Mark?” You replied back, watching as the man that was only a year older than you by a year, popped his head into the frame of the camera. You frowned at him, your friends all laughing. “All we did was watch movies and cuddle.”

“Cuddles lead to other things.” Jaemin said aloud, a mischievous look on his face. “Things that are…sexy.”

“Use protection, kids.” Renjun called out, the others chuckling. “We don’t need a mini Jeno here.”

Jeno shook his head, clearly amused about the whole conversation. He gave you a large smile. “Sorry about the guys, babe. You know how they are.”

“I hate you guys.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s group members. “Why am I friends with you all?”

“Because you love us!” Jaemin called out.

You continued to talk to your boyfriend and his members as they got ready for the concert. A few of the older NCT members talked to you, assuring that they’ll take good care of Jeno and that he will go back home to you, safe and sound. Jeno walked around the hallways of the venue, trying to find a place where he would be able to finally talk to you alone.

“Y/N, are you still upset with me?” Jeno asked, keeping his voice soft.

You shook your head, resting your chin on your propped elbow. “Kind of. I just really miss you Jeno.”

And you did miss him. He’s been busy for weeks and you only spent a brief moment to fuck last night before he had to leave. You knew what you were getting into when you decided to date an idol. You knew that there would be times where he wouldn’t be to see you because of his busy schedules. But with Jeno, he always made the effort to call you before you went to bed.

To tell you that he loved you and missed you.

“I miss you too, baby.” Jeno let out a small smile. “I promise I’ll be home and then you can have me all to yourself.”

“It’s a promise.”

He's back, and every pore on your body is electrified. You sense him sliding into bed. His strong arm, so strong, so familiar, slides around your waist.

His lips brush your earlobe, his tongue flicking warmly in the curve.

“Jeno…” You softly whispered, your fingers coming to entwine with his. “I missed you. So, so much.”

“I miss you so much too.” Jeno replied, his lips at the nape of your neck. “Y/N, I want to be inside you. All the fucking time. I can’t work. I can’t think. I can’t function. All I can think about is this…”

His hand dips between your legs, forcing a territorial path in your shorts. Four fingers cover your pussy, skillfully dragging up and down, urging your thighs to part.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, just as a long finger finds home inside you, deep, his knuckles pressing into your flesh.

“Yes! God!” The curse escapes your lips as you shamelessly ride his hand.

He adds another finger to the satisfying onslaught, stretching you open. Your pussy lips parted to welcome his exploration. You clench your thighs, surrendering to the orgasm rippling too fast to the surface.

“Baby, tell me how bad you want my cock in here. Tell me what you want me to do to you…”

Your lips are dry, and you want nothing more to feel his tongue plunging in your mouth. His cock ramming your insides, spurting hot streams of his load in you. “Fill me deep, take me hard. I’m hollow and empty without your cock.”

You reach for his cock, and a satisfied chuckle bursts past your lips when you realize he's naked.

God, so deliciously naked. Your restraint snaps with a groan as you whirl around, covering his mouth with a hot kiss that matches the temperature of your trembling pussy lips. His fingers find their way inside you again, pumping upwards.

Gasping as you slide lower, you plant kisses down his chest, to his belly, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment before your mouth claims the prize.

His strong body jerks. Your lips wrap around the head. Your ears ring. Squeezing the root of his cock, you suck hard, and a drop of hot saltiness coats your tongue.

He tastes like sin and wild pleasure, and his scent is your own personal brand of intoxication. You smack your lips tightly off the head, stroking his hard cock. A thick vein maps the length of the shaft. You can’t resist, and trace the swollen, pulsating vein with your tongue, again and again. Flattening your tongue against the base, you drag it up to the head.

He lets you know he loves what you’re doing, grunting every time your tongue strokes his sensitized cock. He’s watching you every second.

His hands underneath his head, he lets you play with his cock to your heart’s content, your mouth’s content. You know how he loves to be served, and it’s just as well because you’ve been aching for the taste of his cock.

Your pussy churns for more, that dull ache of longing pierces through it. You wrap both hands around his cock, fisting him as you suck the wide head, then let it hit deep into the back of your throat.

A sound that’s half-laugh half-groan rumbles through his powerful body, and he yanks you up by the arms, throwing you onto your back.

“I want more.” You pleaded.

“Oh, Y/N. I’ll give you fucking more. “

A scream of pure delight rips from your chest as his mouth closes hungrily over your pussy. Tasting it, sucking leisurely. His lips are hurried at first, making your hips churn. You revel in his tenacious greed, the foraying tongue making your toes curl.

Suddenly, the ferocious frenzy of his mouth halts. He’s taking his sweet time licking your pussy. Finding the hidden nub of your clit, he flicks his tongue over it again and again. It happens too fast. Before you know what's going on, you’re clenching your legs on either side of his head as the orgasm ripples wild.

The friction of his tongue on your clit. His finger is pumping in and out of you. It’s too much, yet still not enough.

You're still shivering with pleasure as he pushes your calves onto his shoulders, a moment before his cock is shoved full-force inside you…

Your fingernails dig into his rock-like arms as you draw him closer, clinging on for dear life. He rams his hard, thick cock in you, battering your insides, making you cry out for more with every rough landing.

“You're all mine, babe.” His words spill over you like a molten waterfall of lust. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you…”

You observe your sexy boyfriend, perfect in every way. His hands pin you in place, fingers digging into your thighs as he yanks you close every time he lunges. The harsh need is evident on every line and curve of his handsome face. It’s all for you. His lust. The madness to fuck. The rush to have all of you, all at once.

In that serene moment, it isn’t just him with power over you. You’re electrified with your power over his pleasure.

You’re all he wants, and the intensity of his molten need makes you reach for the thrusts. When he drops your legs and leans over to suck your breast, the frenzy continues.

His hips clenching tirelessly as his cock makes home inside you. His balls slapping loudly as they land against your flesh. His mouth tracing a possessive path over your body. He's worshiping you with his hands, mouth, tongue, and cock.

Your thighs begin to tingle, the burn spreading down your legs. Your breath catches in your throat. You claw at his back, a second time reaching for the orgasm that’s so close.

“Yes, please!” You cry out just as the shudder ripples through you, taking you on a wild trip of scorching hot pleasure. Flashes of starlight fizz behind closed eyelids. The friction of his cock satiating a deep-seated desperation for him—and him alone. “Jeno!”

His thrusts gain force, and you open your eyes just in time. Euphoric gratification clamps onto his features. His jaw is lax, his eyes closed, his head falling back as he jerks over and over, filling you with the intimacy of his load.

When his cock slips out, it pours a stream of white onto your belly. He doesn’t stop, grinding on your navel back and forth until he’s spent. The evidence of his lust fills you, coats your body.

Falling to his side, he pulls you close. Filling your lungs with the incredible scent of him, you stroke his chest, mindlessly tracing circles around his nipple.

This calm, intimate moment is heaven for you—but in complete contradiction to the single-minded fucking he’s capable of. You stroke his chest with the back of your hand, making your way down to his semi-hard cock. Unintentionally, you’re memorizing every breath, every touch, every movement of his perfect body. This is it.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like. Crazy. Wild. Intimate.

Next thing you know, you jerk awake as his lips brush yours.

You reach for his arm and he tightens his hold on you. “Welcome home, Jeno.”

He chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours before rolling unto his back, dragging you to lay on top of him. “I’m glad to be home. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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hazellevessque · 2 months

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what exactly is young royals about? (feel free to ramble on and create an extremely long post I am very curious)

Oh I am so glad you asked this. I’m not sure whether you want spoilers or not so I’ll do the non-spoiler version.

Ok so basically there’s this guy named Wilhelm (but pretty much only his parents and the press call him that. Everyone else calls him Wille). He’s the Prince of Sweden. And he’s basically a “Party Prince.” He begged his parents to let him go to public high school, so he made a bunch of friends there. One day he and his friends decided to sneak into a club (because Party Prince) (he’s 16 btw) and everyone is recording him because… he’s the Prince. Then he asks this one guy to leave him alone, but the guy doesn’t. They end up getting into a fight. Everyone in the club starts recording and it turns into this big Royal Family Scandal™️

The Royal Court makes Wille publicly apologize and a part of that apology is saying that he is going to start going to this fancy private school called Hillerska. It’s where his older brother (Erik, he’s 20) went and where his cousin (August, 18) is currently attending. And Wille is NOT happy about it. He basically spends the next 15 minutes of the show complaining and being pissed off at the world.

Erik drops him off at Hillerska and we meet August, who’s pretty much a jerk. Erik tells Wille that everything he does affects the royal family and that he should start being more responsible. Wille, Erik, and August go to this ceremony that the school set up for Wille to join because he’s the Prince and special treatment ig. The chorus has a song, and there’s a boy who has a solo in the song. His name is Simon. Wille basically can’t take his eyes off him.

Now, here’s the thing about Simon. Everyone at Hillerska is filthy rich. But not Simon. He’s a non-res, so he commutes to school ever morning instead of staying at the boarding school. The only reason he’s at this school is because his sister, Sara got bullied at her old public school so much for her autism and ADHD that she was held back a grade. She was so scared to go to school that she didn’t have enough attendance to pass. Their mom sent her to Hillerska so she could have a fresh start, and Simon followed because he didn’t want her to be alone. Simon hates everything about Hillerska and has no friends. He’s also a part of a working class and pretty poor. His dad is an alcoholic and drug addict, and his parents divorced a few years ago.

August and his friends want to have a whole party to welcome Wille. But they need booze because high school party. (I’ve been to one hs party in my life and left after 30 minutes because I hated it). They’re like “Oh. Simon is poor. He probably knows a dealer” or something like that. Basically they say that if Simon gets them the booze then they’ll allow him and Sara to the party. Simon doesn’t care, but he knows Sara really wants to make friends, and he thinks that she might be able to at this party. He agrees.

Basically, Simon goes to his dad for the booze without his family knowing, his dad gives it to him, and Simon and Sara go to the party. Wille and Simon somehow end up hanging out because Wills doesn’t like August or his bitchy friends. They leave the party and have a talk outside, but Wille is pretty drunk so he’s just saying all this shit and Simon is just laughing at him. August tries to find Wille but Wille makes Simon and him duck and they end up really close while this happens.

They become friends and then Wille goes through this whole gay crisis because he feels so different around this person???? And it’s not like his other friendships???? And he’s freaking out????

Meanwhile Sara met this girl named Felice at the party, who’s Wille’s childhood friend and now goes to Hillerska. They become friends to and she invites Simon and her to this movie night all the Hillerska kids are having.

Wille’s gay crisis is still going strong and he literally prompts his hand for Simon to hold it during the jump scares (it’s a horror movie) and Simon ends up holding his hand. Wille’s crisis continues but like dude you brought that upon yourself. (And he’s also thinking about how this would effect the royal family and everything) and he leaves the movie room and has a panic attack in the hallway.

Simon follows to make sure he’s okay and they end up kissing (hooray!!!) but not really hooray because the next day Wille goes to Simon in the music room and is like “IM NOT GAY THAT WAS A MISTAKE IM NOT GAY CAN WE PLEASE STILL BE FRIENDS I JUST DONT LIKE BOYS” (which is a lie. Wille I know what you are) (He’s an unlabeled icon btw)

(Also side note this is why everyone calls the music rooom homophobic. Something terrible always happens to Wille and Simon in that room)

But then he really thinks about it and is like “fuck the royal court I’m in love with this boy” and they start dating in secret. (Not really dating because they constantly get sidetracked because this really terrible thing happens to Wille that comes out of NOWHERE which I will not share because spoilers)

And it’s really hard because the royal court does NOT approve of this endeavor because Simon is not only a boy but a POOR boy (gasp) and there’s also all this other drama going on because August likes Felice, Felice likes Wille (she doesn’t really she only likes the idea of a Prince) and Wille is in love with Simon (I’m trying to hard to explain this to you without spoilers)

There are also a BUNCH of subplots which I will not be explaining because it’ll take forever

Yeah that’s basically the show and it’s heartbreaking because of all the pressures the royal court puts on Wille and his relationship with Simon and it’s a lot for him. And all this stuff is going on with Simon’s family and it’s so so so sad. The series finale comes out next Monday.

Anyways I’m happy to give you a version with spoilers if you want

#Gods I love infodumping #Also if you decide to watch the show I’m just gonna warn you now #There are sex scenes and no one told me about this so I got jump scared when I watched if #At least I skip through them #young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #felice ehrencrona #august horn #august horn of årnäs #sara eriksson #ask

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janicho88 · 10 months

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When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 3

Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,222

Warnings-Pregnancy talk (Will last a good chunk of the story) But it's not the reader. Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. If I missed something let me know!

A/N-A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Your alarm starts blaring at 6:30 and you roll over and hit the snooze, you must have dozed back off because next thing you know it’s going off again ten minutes later. Dragging yourself out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom. Hopefully a shower will wake you up. Once you are dressed, and have your hair and makeup done you head downstairs to the kitchen.

Pouring a glass of orange juice, you grab a protein bar to stick in your bag for later. You jump when you hear a voice behind you.

“You ready to head out?” your brother asks with a yawn.

“Geesh Jare, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing up? It’s barely 7.”

“Giving you a ride to the airport. Doesn't make much sense having two cars there.”

“You don’t have…”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

You know he wants to talk about last weekend, Gen has done a good job of keeping him off that topic so far, but she is currently still in bed. It was going to be a long thirty minute drive. “Okay, thanks.”

He grabs your suitcase after you finish your juice, you pick up your other bags and follow him out to his truck. After setting your stuff in the back, you hop in front with him.

“So how are things going?”

“Fine. It will be nice to have a little free time for a few weeks now that the show wrapped.”

“That wasn’t really what I meant.”

“I know, but it’s what you’re getting.”

“Y/N, I just want to help.”

“I know you do. But he is also your best friend. I promised you my relationship with him wouldn’t change that before we started dating. This weekend together, even if it’s for a convention, might be just what we need. Let us deal with it, okay?”

He stares at you from the corner of his eye before agreeing.

It’s quarter to eight when Jared is pulling up to the departure drop off area, and letting you out.

“Thanks Jare, enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No problem, have a safe flight.”

Once he’s gone you enter the building and find your way to check in. Your suitcase just barely passes as a carry-on, but it will work. Security is next, it takes a half an hour before you are clear of that. You now have about twenty minutes to quickly get to your gate before your plane starts to board. The airport is busier than you were expecting for this time of day, should have known better.

Grabbing a roll from a little cafe you pass, you arrive at the right gate just as they are opening it up to begin boarding. When your section is called you head over to line, wait your turn and then make your way to your seat in first class. It’s fairly empty and you have the row to yourself. After the plane takes off and you are allowed to turn on your laptop, you start a movie which helps the almost three hour flight go by quicker.

Getting off the plane in Chicago, you follow the crowd toward the baggage claim area. Looking around you see a familiar face from the convention team. The driver, Mike, greets you with a smile and grabs your suitcase from you. He’s picked you up from other conventions before and once out of the building you chat quietly. The ride to the hotel is a quick one. You aren’t staying at the fan designated hotel, attached to the convention center, but the Hilton at the other end of the convention center.

Mike takes you over to a side entrance at the convention hall, he checked before he came to get you, but your room isn't ready yet. Taking your bags to the green room, you find a few of your friends back there. Felicia runs over to give you a hug, and Bri and Kim follow. You thank Mike for his help before turning all your attention to your girls. It isn’t long before Felicia has to leave for photos and Bri, her meet and greet (M&G). Kim and you are both free for a little bit longer. David and Adam come back from their VIP M&G. You listen to some of the on stage action, they are currently doing a Yes/No trivia game. Jason makes an appearance before he goes on stage, and you head down for pictures with Kim.

When you arrive back at the green room, someone comes up to your handler, Chelsea. She comes back over to you when the other person leaves.

“Your room is all set if you want to take your things over now before you have the VIP meet and greet, then your panel.” She holds out two room keys for you.

“I’ll just take one, I’ll leave the other for Clif to give to Jensen tomorrow,” you tell her. The two of you have been sharing a room on these weekends for awhile now. You’re usually busy when he flies in, this way he can go to the room without having to track you down.

“He called last week to make sure he had his own room,” Victoria, his handler, snottily tells you.

You don’t reply, just take both cards from Chelsea. Victoria isn’t one of your favorite people of the weekend. You didn't have a problem with her before you and Jensen started dating. You are pretty sure she has a thing for him, and doesn’t like you because you’re with him. Walking over to the skywalk, which will take you to your hotel, you don’t pay as much attention to her, as the fact Jensen asked for his own room. The man isn’t even here yet, and things are starting off poorly for you.

With your things in the room and you freshened up, you make your way back to the convention center. Chelsea, is waiting for you near the entrance. She wants to give you space, but be there if you need her. Back in the green room, you turn on your computer to take a look at upcoming flights. Pulling up your calendar on your phone you check the dates you would be available to go up to Toronto to stay with your boyfriend. You want to have it figured out before you bring it up to him.

Your VIP M&G, goes smoothly and you are due up on stage after. The forty five minute panel goes by quickly. There are a few questions about what you are doing now that SPN has finished, some about Jensen, others about your brother, and a few about things you enjoy. When that ends you are back to the picture room.

That evening you go out with the gang for dinner. After dinner it's a quick stop in the hotel room to change for Karaoke. The alcohol is flowing before people head out for their turn on stage. When it’s time for you all to go out on stage, Bri has already plied you, Kim and Felicia with three margaritas, three strong ones. You are definitely able to let loose on stage tonight. Adam is in a little better shape than the four of you and is running all over the place. Gil is somewhere in the middle.

When the show is over, the cast party backstage is a little slower to end. With the persuasion of your handlers, you all make your way over to the hotel. Hopefully, you won’t regret this too much in the morning.

The ringing of your phone rudely wakes you up Saturday morning, “‘ello,” you groggily answer.

“Are you still in bed?” your brother asks in lue of a greeting.

“Yeah,” you groan, “why are you calling this early?”

“Don’t you have a panel at 10?”

“Yeah,” you don’t even try to hide the yawn from him.

“It’s quarter after 9.”

“Son of a…” Well that statement from him woke you up. “I gotta get ready.”

“Guess that means you had a good night. I’m at the airport, flights in an hour. See you later. Good luck, sis.”

“Thanks for the wake up call, bye Jare, have a safe flight.”

Hanging up from him, you dig through your bag for some tylenol before hopping in the shower. Quickly going through your bathroom routine, you are out in the bedroom grabbing your clothes for the day. At 9:40, Chelsea is knocking at your door. Thankfully, she has your favorite Starbucks drink with her.

You wear your sunglasses through the brightly lit hotel and skywalk over to the convention center. Backstage you grab a breakfast roll and collapse next to Bri on the couch.

“Are you in as gooda shape as I am?” the blonde asks quietly.

“Probably, if it wasn’t for Jared calling I might have slept through the panel.”

She snorts at that.

It isn’t long before the two of you along with Kim, Felicia and Ruth are being announced on stage. Four of you might not be in the best of shape after last night, but you all have fun. You all start to leave the stage an hour later as Matt, Rich and Rob come on.

“Wait a minute,” Rich calls out.

“You aren’t getting away that easy little Padalecki,” Rob tells you.

Looking over at the curtain you see Adam and David coming out with a cake. Your friends and the audience all start singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You blow out the lone candle on top and thank them all.

“Happy early birthday, Y/N. Now you can go,” Rich tells you.

“Thank you everyone!” You call out waving to the crowd and the guys on stage.

There is about forty minutes until the Ladies of SPN photo, so you are once again in the green room. Someone from Creation comes over and cuts up the cake for everyone. Felicia leaves for autos, but will see you in the photo room.

“Any big birthday plans next weekend?” Kim wants to know.

“Not yet. I might fly up to see Jay.”

Chelsea comes to walk you down to the photo room. When the group photo is over, you hang out downstairs, because you're scheduled for a solo round in thirty minutes. Done with photos you follow Chelsea back to the green room to grab lunch. Your brother is up there when you arrive. He noisily makes his way over and gives you a tight hug. You know he is being a little over the top because of your earlier hangover.

“Hello.”

“How’s my favorite sister doing?”

“You mean only sister?”

He just shrugs.

“Fine. What’s on your schedule?”

“M&G at 3, VIP M&G at 3:45, then photos start at 4, I think we have a duo at 4:30, according to the list.”

“You’re probably right, I think my M&G is at 5.”

“Ackles here yet?” he asks, looking around.

“I haven’t seen him,” you answer.

“He’ll be here about 2:30, his photo ops start at 3.” Victoria calls out. You just roll your eyes.

“I’m done for a bit, I’m going back to my room. See you later, Jare,” you tell your brother before exiting.

Back in your room, you enjoy the quiet and take a chance to regroup before you have to go back down to the convention. An hour long nap helps clear your head, you spend some time on the computer, before fixing yourself up for the next round of photo ops. You always have fun when you’re paired with your brother. Afterward, you quickly follow Chelsea to the M&G room you are in. You see Jensen ahead of you, Victoria is leading him into the room next door. When you walk out thirty minutes later Jensen steps out of his room right in front of you.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he engulfs you in a hug before giving you a quick kiss as you both fall into step down the hallway.

“Hi Jens,” you answer him.

He puts his arm around you pulling you to him. “What do you have next?”

“I’m done until the concert. You?”

“We’re heading up to the green room, I have autos at 6. Then I promised Karl we’ll find a good steak house.” When he points behind him as he says the name you turn around.

“Hello,” you greet the man behind you in surprise.

Jensen stops, “Y/N this is Karl Urban, Karl this is Y/N Padalecki.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold out your hand to shake his, still trying to hide your shock.

“Lovely to meet you pretty lady,” he returns.

“You’re nicer than your character.”

He just laughs at that.

“He wanted to come experience a Supernatural convention. I thought I’d introduce him to the gang,” you boyfriend tells you as you all start walking again.

“That’s nice.”

When you reach the green room, Jensen pulls you in with him. Some of the other cast is already there. Bri hurries over and gives him a big hug, Felicia is next. He introduces them to Karl, and David soon joins them in conversation. You are standing by yourself for a few minutes before you feel an arm go around your shoulder. Looking up you see your brother watching you.

“Everything alright?” he carefully questions.

“Yeah, I’m going back to my room. I’ll see you later.”

Quicky exiting the room you head for the skywalk to the hotel. Great, he brought a friend. So much for trying to see if you could have a chance to talk things out this weekend. You didn’t really want an audience. Back in your room you are lost in thought laying on your bed when your cell rings.

“Hello,” you answer without looking at the ID.

“Hey, watcha doing?” Bri asks on the other end.

“Laying on my bed.”

“Kim, Ruth, Rich, Rob, Matt and I are going to grab dinner. Do you want to join us?”

You check your watch, somehow it’s after 7, “I’ll wait, I think I’m going to join Jared and Jens.”

“They left a few minutes ago,” she tells you.

“Oh, I’m good then. You all have fun, I’ll see you at the concert.”

Hanging up with your friend, you notice a text from your brother. ‘We’re going out to dinner, do you want to come join?’ Apparently you never heard it come in, and they didn’t wait. At least your brother asked, unlike Jensen.

You aren’t really feeling up to eating now. You leave your room and walk around the hotel, finding your way to the pool where you sit beside it with your feet in the water. There’s no one else around right now. Maybe you should have just stayed in the green room, you wouldn’t have been left behind that way. Or maybe your company wasn’t really wanted tonight. Jensen didn’t try, and Jared didn’t try very hard.

You lose track of how long you sit there, until your phone dings. It’s a text from Kim telling you they are on their way back to get ready for the concert. With a sigh you pull yourself up and go back to the room to get yourself ready.

Over in the green room you find the members of Louden Swain, going over last minute notes, Rob looks up and sees you.

“Glad to see you Y/N, I was afraid you weren’t going to come back either.”

“Who isn’t coming?”

“Your brother and boyfriend.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, personally, we’d rather have you.”

“Thanks, but we all know that’s not true of the fans.”

The concert is always a good time, you enjoy listening to Rob’s band and you have fun with your former castmates on stage. It’s after 11 when everything winds down and you make your way back to the room. You consider texting Jared or Jensen, goodnight, but no one has reached back out to you, so why bother?

The next morning, you manage to sleep in until a little after 9. You pack up your luggage after getting yourself ready and take everything with you when you leave. You turn in your room key before making your way over to the green room, you run into Chelsea on your way. She hands you a coffee and walks with you.

Jensen and Jared are in the room just about to go on stage, they notice you walk in just as their names are called. With a wave they run out. Karl, is sitting on one of the couches and you wave as you set your stuff down in the corner.

“Morning. I’m going to go watch with Clif from the side, if you’d like to join,” you invite him along.

“Ah, why not.” Getting up he follows you back out.

The two overgrown children have fun on stage, you and Karl laugh right along with the crowd. Those two are right back into their usual banter.

Karl looks back at you and asks, “are they always like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He just shakes his head. The gold panel is over before you know it. Leading Karl back out, you head to the green room. Victoria is trying to usher Jensen right back out of the room. Looking around he sees the two of you walk in.

“Hey, I’ve got a good hour and a half of photo ops, then a short break before more. Do you want to come down or stay here,” he asks Karl.

“I’m good here, mate.”

“I don’t have to go down yet, I’d like to hear some more stories from the set with Ackles out of the way,” Jared says.

Jensen leaves shaking his head. You sit down near the guys. It’s mostly the two of them talking before Jared has to go join Jensen. It leaves just you and Karl in the room.

“So you and Jay have gotten to know each other pretty well huh?” you ask.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. We try and golf any chance we get, Chase joins when he can.”

“What’s your filming schedule like?”

“A little crazy. You might film 3, 4 days in a row, then off for 4. There are some fight choreography days thrown in there too. Just depends on whose needed for what scenes.”

“Are there busy weeks coming up?”

“Don’t think it’s anything too bad.” He watches you for a moment, “you look like you’re thinkin hard over there.”

“Things have been crazy the last few months. Jay and I have been apart for most of it, I just thought before I started filming Walker, I would come up for a week or so.”

“You are the girlfriend then. I thought so, with the way Jensen greeted you yesterday. Wasn’t a hundred percent everyone seems really close here.”

“Guess he doesn’t talk about me much.”

“He doesn’t share much of his personal life. There is the career talk, and everyday crap. He keeps the personal stuff close. He does mention his girl from time to time. I’ve learned more about him here the last day than the last month on set.”

You aren’t sure that does much to reassure you.

Jensen is walking back in before you can reply, with Jared right behind him.

“Back so soon boys?” Karl asks.

“Short break before we need to go back down,” Jensen answers as he walks over to grab some food that has just been set out.

Both men join you with plates of food, and Karl gets up to get himself something. Jensen sits down next to you and looks up at you after taking a bite.

“Haven’t seen you much this weekend.”

“You’ve been busy, plus that happens when someone requests their own room.”

“Yeah that surprised me, why did you do that?.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him confused.

“I was surprised when I arrived to find we weren’t sharing a room,” he tells you.

“So was I, when I tried to leave the second card for Clif, and was told by Victoria you called and requested your own room this trip.”

“I called and added a room for Karl, I didn’t expect to be sharing it with him.”

“You could have said something yesterday, or asked Clif to grab the other key from me or Chelsea.”

“I figured you wanted space, you weren’t exactly social yesterday,”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“I was around yesterday.”

“You could have called and asked me to join you guys for dinner, or given me a few minutes to answer, but you all just left. Really made me feel that you wanted me there. Plus I was under the impression you wanted space with your own room.”

Neither of you notice Jared and Karl quietly moving to seats further away.

“But I didn’t want my own room! Why didn’t you stay down here and wait?”

“Jensen, Jared, we need you both back for photo ops,” Jared’s handler calls out.

“I don’t want to fight with you, let’s just enjoy the rest of the time we have today,” you say before he gets up.

Jared walks over to you before leaving. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some misunderstanding.”

“I think that’s all that is really going on. You two are perfect for each other. He’s nuts about you.”

“Hopefully. Smile pretty Jare.”

You are once again left with Karl, things are quieter this time around. Chelsea comes to get you for your second round of photos with Jared, then a few with Jensen, the boys afternoon panel takes place right after. They have auction items to sign, and some things to take care of for the convention before they go back out for their last autograph session.

It’s almost six when Jensen finally finishes for the day. You and Karl walked around the vendors area, and the ballroom where they are signing before going back to the green room. Jensen and his bodyguard Matt, come back in the side door.

“I’ll be ready to go in just a minute, Karl,” Jensen announces walking in.

“Are you guys leaving already?” you ask.

“Yeah, we’ve got a 7:20 flight back. You know how busy O’Hare can get. We don't want to wait too late,” your boyfriend tells you.

“Oh.” You follow him over to where he is checking everything in his bag. “With the Netflix show wrapped, I was thinking maybe I could come up and spend some time with you before filming on Walker starts.”

“I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have.”

“A little time is better than what we’ve had lately.”

“I’ll be back in Texas for a bit in a little over a month.”

“For a bit? What does that mean? How about I come up to Toronto next weekend?”

“I won’t be there, I’ll be back in Texas.”

“Really?” you ask, trying to contain your excitement. “Big plans?”

“Kind of. We really need to go, I’ll talk to you later babe.” He kisses you quickly before following Karl out of the room.

Knowing he was going to be home next weekend definitely puts you in a better mood. You wonder what he is planning that he didn’t want to tell you about.

It isn’t long before Jared and Clif appear back in the green room.

“All done?” you question, looking up from your computer.

“Yep, all set. Our flight isn’t until 10. Clif and I were talking about going downtown and grabbing dinner to kill a few hours. What do you say?”

“Drop me off at the Disney store and I will work my way down the Magnificent Mile while you eat,” you counter.

“I don’t know about letting you go off by yourself.”

“I’ll be thirty one next weekend, dad. I promise I’ll check both ways before I cross the street. I’ll be fine. Isn’t the steakhouse you like, just down the road from it?”

While the two of you are talking, Clif is on his phone and he turns it to you.

“Sorry kiddo, looks like it closed last fall,” he tells you.

“NO!!” you shout louder than you meant to as Ruth and Rob walk in.

“Everything okay dearie?” Ruth asks in concern.

“She just found out the Disney store here is closed.”

“Ah, bummer,” Rob says before heading to his bag.

“So dinner then? I’ll walk around a few shops with you after,” your brother compromises. “Do you two want to join us?”

“Thanks for the offer, but our flight is at 8, we’re going to head over to the airport.”

After saying your goodbyes, your trio heads down to the car with the rest of the luggage that didn’t get loaded earlier. True to his word, Jared follows you into a few stores after dinner before you need to get to the airport.

It was a late enough flight that you managed to fall asleep shortly after takeoff. After you land in Austin, Clif drops you both off at Jared’s before heading home. Feeling better about your relationship with Jensen coming home for the upcoming weekend you easily fall back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 4

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The Family Grows

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha have been fostering two children. You have an important conversation with the oldest one

Note: It’s soft mama Nat. Enjoy!

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“You just have to be the hottest mom at the park, huh?” You ask your wife as she stands and rocks your small daughter in her arms.

“I don’t try to be.” Natasha smirks at you and continues to rock Taylor until she falls asleep.

You and Natasha have a five year old daughter and also recently started fostering a twelve year old boy and his little baby sister. You hadn’t planned on fostering two children at once, but the opportunity arose and you and Nat jumped on it.

Your son told you he wanted to play soccer and you obliged easily.

“Let’s go Jack!” You cheer for your son as he runs across the field and kicks the ball into the goal.

“Yes!” Natasha cheers. “I taught him that move.”

“You’re the best, baby,” you tell her.

You watch with a smile as Jack celebrates with his teammates and also shoots a smile to the family. The final seconds tick on the clock and the team wins the finals.

Jack runs over to you and you give him a hug.

“Good job, bud! We’re so proud of you!” You tell him.

“Thanks! Did you see my goal?”

“Of course we did. I even got it on video,” Yelena pipes in like the proud aunt she is. You had forgotten she was at the park since she taken Ali to play on the swings.

“I did the move, Nat,” Jack boasts and Natasha gives him a proud hug.

His teammates call for him and he runs away to them.

“God, I love that kid,” Nat says as she watches him happily.

“I do too,” you admit.

You and Nat agreed before the kids arrived not to let yourselves get too attached in case you wouldn’t get the chance to adopt them. But the moment you laid eyes on the kids, you knew that would be impossible. You fell in love with them the very first day.

Jack comes running back to you and you can tell he’s about to ask you a question. You love how you’ve learned to read his facial expressions during the last few months.

“Can you come take a photo with me? They asked for parents,” Jack asks. You both nod happily.

Natasha hands Taylor to Yelena and you two go to take a photo with Jack.

“We’ll definitely have to put this one on the fridge,” Nat says when she sees the photo.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Front and center,” you say. Jack smiles at you and your heart swells.

You spend the rest of the day letting the kids run around outside at home as you and Natasha watch from the kitchen windows.

You tuck the little ones into bed early and make it to Jack’s room last. He’s admiring the MVP trophy he got today when you and Nat knock on his doorframe.

“Hey bud,” you greet him. “You ready for bed?”

He shrugs, but walks to his bed. Natasha walks to the bed and sits down at the end next to Jack.

“Are you okay?” She asks him.

“Yeah,” he replies.

“You know you can talk to us about anything, Jack. We’re here for you,” you jump in. You sit on the other side of him.

“It’s just- I’m scared of how much I love it here,” Jack admits.

“Oh baby,” you say.

“We love having you here,” Nat says. “Really. Jack, we care about you so much.”

“I know. And it just feels new and scary,” he admits.

“Yeah it can feel really scary to feel someone love you. Trust me I know what that’s like,” Natasha explains. You share a soft look with her. “But you deserve so much love and care. And I promise you we are going to do everything to keep you in our lives, Jack.”

“Can I call you guys Mom and Mama?”

“Of course. We’d love that, Jack,” you say.

“Let’s get you tucked in,” Natasha stands.

Jack shifts back and lays under the covers. You pull the covers up over him and each of you kiss his head.

“Goodnight Jack. We love you,” Natasha says.

“I love you, Mama. And you too, Mom,” he says with a smile.

“Love you, kiddo,” you say.

You two turn off his light and go to the living room to enjoy a movie. You rest against Natasha and she drops soft kisses to your neck and cheeks.

You’re certain at least one of your children will be back awake before the movie is over. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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