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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Working Overtime

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Pairing: BTS x reader

Premise: A freak storm forces the biggest band on the planet to spend the evening seeking shelter at your small cafe. Of course, you can't complain about having to work overtime.

"...remain indoors for the rest of the evening....further notice....stay safe everyone!"

You can't help but groan, the sentiment clearly reciprocated by Benny, the cook at the small cafe you work at. The two of you came to work expecting to be kept inside for a while - just because a storm was brewing didn't mean you got a free day. Chances were that customers might decide that the best way to spend the hurricane-like day would be at their favorite restaurant.

Well, their favorite clearly isn't this one. The cafe is completely barren, leaving both you and Benny to lounge around. Just waiting for the storm to pass.

Benny dug up an ancient radio from the supply closet, and spent thirty minutes tuning it before finding a station. The two of you have taken up two stools at the front counter, head down on the table while the staticky radio picks up every other sentence. "Well Bill, it looks like...that's right, Sharon, I was thinking the same-"

You'll never get to find out just what it was that Sharon and Bill were thinking about, because suddenly the front door flies open, nearly tearing itself off its hinges.

Both you and Benny turn around in shock, nearly slipping off your chair as you get a look at whoever these strange newcomers are.

It takes a few moments before they all file in - there's seven of them - and slip their hoods back.

It takes another moment before they manage to get their hair out of their face enough to actually identify them.

"I'm so sorry about that," Kim Taehyung apologizes as he throws his body against the door so that it will close properly. "We just saw that you guys were open-"

"Nobody else is open on this entire block," Park Jimin finishes, currently struggling to brush his fingers through his hair like he usually does. It's a bit more difficult now that it's been through such a windy atmosphere.

You and Benny exchange a look, clearly at a loss for words at the strange development. Together, the two of you let out a wry laugh.

"What are you boys doing out right now?" Benny asks, rising from his seat and motioning for them to hang their coats on the coat rack.

Everyone immediately turns to look at Jungkook, who's cheeks turn a little red even as he laughs.

"Someone wanted to see how windy is was," Seokjin drawls, glaring daggers at the youngest member of the group.

"And you willingly agreed!" Jungkook defends, pulling a laugh from you.

Huh.

They're just like the other boys you've met.

Silly. Irrational. Blindingly beautiful.

"Could we get you anything to eat?" You ask, slipping into waitress mode. "It sounds like you might have to be here for a while," you tap the radio, scrunching up your nose as a bit of dust flies up.

The boys settle down in the middle of cafe, pulling a few tables together. You place some menus before them, marveling at how they seem to bicker like your family.

They place their orders - enough to feed a small army, which, you suppose they are. You head back into the kitchen, prepared to help Benny with the order. However, you're a little surprised to see Seokjin and Yoongi trailing you, with a nervous Jungkook behind them.

"Oh, did you want something else?" You ask, smiling brightly. The two oldest members of the group chew on their lips, sparing the maknae a glare.

"Actually," Yoongi begins, his cheeks reddening, "Is it alright if we help with the order?"

You blink, unsure of what to say. "...what?"

Jungkook jumps into the conversation like an excited puppy. "Well, it's just that it's going to be a lot of food and it's just the two of you..."

"We're bored." Seokjin injects, laughing to himself. "Let us help you?"

Shrugging and praying that your boss won't decide to fire you over it, you lead them back into the kitchen. Benny grins when he sees the four of you.

"Come to learn from the best?" He boasts, his round belly proof of his amazing cooking skills. "Grab an apron, wash your hands. Prepare to learn, boys."

You cackle as the three highly successful (and blindingly beautiful) idols follow Benny's instructions, chattering excitedly between each other.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the rest of the group appear at the doorway to the kitchen, watching on with curiosity.

"Care to join?" Benny invites. You stand off to the side watching with endless amusement.

Taehyung joins in with glee, while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin hang back. They look to you hesitantly.

"Could we actually help you bring the dishes out?" Hoseok asks timidly.

You smile. This has got to be the best shift ever.

"Yeah, if you want to. Want to come watch the kitchen go up in flames with me?" Jimin bursts out into a fit of laughter, pointing at you with pride on his face. "Oh, she's funny!” He walks over to you, leaning against the counter.

Namjoon and Hoseok follow suit a moment later, giving you kind smiles as they take up the spot next to Jimin.

“We’re so happy you guys were open,” Hoseok comments, watching with a bit of apprehension as Jungkook tries to copy Benny’s movements. “I seriously thought we were going to die out there or something.”

“Agh you’re so dramatic hyung,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes. “But it is pretty bad out there. When do you think it’ll end?”

You shrug, stifling a laugh at Yoongi’s expression of long-suffering as he fields Taehyung’s questions.

“I’m not sure...probably not for another couple of hours, though. It’s going to be a mess trying to get home I bet.”

“Mmm.” Namjoon leans forward so he can see you properly. “Care to eat with us when the food’s done?”

Try as you might, you still end up blushing. “That’s alright, I don’t want to intrude on your meal-”

“I’m already making your food!” Jungkook shouts from where he stands watch before the oven. “Or...Jin is, I guess. But I’m making sure it doesn’t boil over!”

You give a shocked laugh, dropping your head in your hands. “I guess I will, then.”

Together, the four of you watching from the sidelines being to commentate every move that’s made within the kitchen.

“Oh, that was a bad move Yoongi,” Jimin chides.

“Shut up,” Yoongi responds, not even looking over.

Jin nearly drops a potato, earning quite the reaction from you. “Kim Seokjin, if you drop that potato so help me!”

Everyone in the room pauses for a moment, Jin looking over at you with wide eyes. A moment later, they all dissolve into a fit of laughter, Jin making a show of setting the potato down with car.

“Better?” He asks. You nod.

“Much better, thank you.”

In the matter of an hour, you’ve made yourself completely at home with these complete strangers. Benny begins making more food, getting overly-excited at having willing students. Time drags on, and eventually you all ditch the idea of eating out at the tables, opting to hop up on the bar and watch the chaos unfold.

“How long have you worked here?” Jungkook asks with a mouth full of food. He ditched the kitchen a few minutes prior, deciding that it would be better to eat than learn. Hoseok replaced his presence in the kitchen.

You blow on your soup before taking a bite. “Umm...a couple of years? It’s been a good college job, I think.”

They nod along, watching at Jin wanders over. He makes a show of looking exhausted, leaning up against the opposite counter. “Is the food good?”

“Delicious,” Namjoon says.

“What do you want to do when you make it out of here?” Jimin asks.

You frown, looking down at the counter. “I...I actually really love graphic design. I don’t know, I just think it’s the coolest thing ever. There’s so much that could be done with it, too.”

When you look back up again, you find Namjoon and Jimin locked in a silent conversation. A second later, they look back to you with smiles.

“What?”

Jimin shrugs. “Nothing. Graphic design is cool, don’t you think, hyung?”

Jin nods weakly, eyeing your soup. You take the hint, blowing on the spoonful you have. “Want to try it?”

He looks at you a little sheepishly. “Can I? Is that too weird?” You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s a weird day. Might as well go for it.”

That’s all the motivation he needs.

The storm doesn’t let up for a long while, but you’re kept busy with the boys. They all take turns in the kitchen except for Namjoon, who claims that he’d be more harm than help.

Together with Namjoon and Taehyung, you turn up the volume on the radio. The static makes it hard to understand, but you hear enough.

“subsided for now...remain cautious, but the worst is over.”

You let out a shout of excitement, pounding the table. Taehyung jumps a bit, laughing. “I think the storm is ending!”

Benny hardly hears you, but the boys do. They also shout with you, except for Namjoon who suddenly receives a phone call. He’s on the call for all of thirty seconds before it ends.

“Hey guys, that was Sejin...we need to head out.”

You frown, but try not to let it get to you. “Thanks for hanging out with Benny and I.”

The boys each take their leave, thanking you and Benny profusely. Jungkook hops on his feet as Benny fills a couple of takeout boxes for him. They quickly exchange numbers with the two of you, vowing to return soon.

“We’ll just put you in our group chat, alright?” Hoseok says, typing away at his phone.

“How much do we owe you?” Yoongi asks, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket. Both you and Benny immediately wave them off.

“Nothing,” Benny declares. “Thank you for keeping us company. That was enough.”

“Really, let us pay you-”

“You guys need to get going,” you interrupt, smiling at Yoongi. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

They leave, grumbling the entire way. Once the door has closed behind them, you and Benny exchange looks.

“That was...”

“Freaking awesome,” Benny finishes for you. You chuckle.

“Yeah, it was.” Sighing, you slip off of the bar. “I’ll put the chairs up and then come help you clean up.”

Benny waves you off. “I don’t have much to clean, Hobi did most of it.”

“Oh-ho, you even call him ‘Hobi’!” Heading into the dining area, you go toward the table that the boys were originally going to sit at. Something catches your eye before you can put the chairs up.

“Benny!” You shout, hands shaking a little as you grab the paper.

It’s a note, hastily written but legible.

Thank you for the meal and new friendship - please confirm the Venmo request we send to you. All the best: Bangtannies

Almost as though timed, both your and Benny’s phones chime. You gawk at the ridiculous amount of money, but you nearly burst into tears at the text message that follows it.

Bangtan: This is the number of the head of graphic design at Bighit. They’ll be in contact with you within the next couple of days - keep a lookout for it!

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#bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts oneshot #bts fluff #jimin fluff #Jungkook fluff #Taehyung fluff #Namjoon fluff #jin fluff #Yoongi fluff #hobi fluff #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts cafe imagine

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marvelsmylife · 3 years

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A comic con you’ll never forget

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Plot: when the reader attends wizard world to meet Sebastian Stan she didn’t expect that Sebastian would give her his number, let alone sneak away to have sex.

A/n I REALLY wanted to have this out for you guys so I decided to split this is half and having part two be full on smut.

Today was the day. Today you were going to meet Sebastian Stan at wizard world and you were freaking out. You’ve been following Sebastian’s work since 2007 when he appeared on gossip girl. Yeah, he’s done some questionable movies that if he wasn’t in it you were pretty sure you’d never see the movie (the covenant) but you just wanted to support him.

The day when you found out he landed the role of Bucky Barnes in Captain America: The First Avenger was the happiest day of your life. You knew that it was going to be the role that got him noticed by more people and they were going to love him like you’ve loved him for the last couple of years. You were right about people loving Sebastian when Captain America: The First Avenger was released.

Since the release of the movie Sebastian was booking more roles and his fan base grew every day. Because of that, he started attending comic cons so he could meet them. Sadly you weren’t able to attend any of the comic cons because they were so far away, that was until the one today.

You were waiting nervously in line at the photo opt for Sebastian. The entire time you were trying to think of something to say but your mind went blank when it was your turn to take your photo. Once you were face to face with Sebastian you asked him “can I hug you?”

Sebastian smiled sweetly at you and replied “Of course you can” and pulled you into a hug. “This might be out of line, but can I get your number?” Sebastian whispered into your ear.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds as you tried to process the fact that Sebastian Stan actually asked for your phone number. “Y-y-Yeah of course” you replied and pulled away from the hug.

“Great can you leave it with my assistant netania” Sebastian then pointed to the photographer who was about to take the picture.

After they snapped the photo Sebastian gave you one more hug before he pointed to netania who was standing off to the side. Your nervous started creeping up again as you walked over to netania and told her “Umm Sebastian asked for my number and told me to leave it with you”.

Netania laughed and replied “So that’s why he was pointing at me” before she handed you a pen and paper. After writing your number “you must be very special, he never asks for fans numbers during these things. Wait please tell me you’re at least eighteen, I don’t want him to get into trouble if you’re underage.”

“Don’t worry, I’m twenty seven” you assured her before you walked away and started making your way to the auditorium where Sebastian was going to have his panel. Two hours later you found yourself a seat in the auditorium and waited for the panel to begin.

Throughout the panel, you contemplated whether or not you were going to ask a question. You decided to ask a question when Sebastian and Anthony were receiving rude comments from some of the fans in the crowd. “What is your question” the host of the panel asked.

A smile appeared on Sebastian’s face when he spotted you in front of the microphone. “Hello!! Firstly, I want to say that although I’ve followed Sebastian’s career longer than Anthony or Tom, I love all of you guys equally.” That caused everyone in the room to start laughing because you were calling out the people who were being rude to Sebastian and Anthony.

“Thank you for letting us know, now what is your question?” Anthony smiled at you and caused Sebastian to glare at him for a split second before he realized there was a sea of people staring at him.

You looked over at Sebastian for a few seconds before you responded: “My question is actually for you Anthony, I’m attending Juilliard in the fall for drama and I wanted to know if you had any advice?”

“First of all, congratulations on being accepted. I know Juilliard is a tough school to get into” Anthony replied and started giving you advice you were definitely going to take when you started school. “I hope we’ll get to work together in the future.”

There were audible awes from the crowd at Anthony’s words “thank you so much, and again I love you guys and I hope you guys have a great day”. With that, you walked back to your seat so you could watch the rest of the panel. Unfortunately, your phone started to vibrate and when you check to see who was calling or texting you, you noticed a text message that said: ‘Meet me outside’. Looking up from your phone you noticed Sebastian was staring at you with his phone in his hand. ‘What about the panel ?’ you texted him back and not even a minute later he replies ‘don’t worry about it, just go’.

You quietly got and made your way to the exit and waited patiently before you heard a familiar voice. “Come with me” Sebastian grabbed your hand and lead you to a restricted area of the building.

“What are we doing here?” you asked but got your answer when you felt Sebastian’s lips against yours. You didn’t kiss him back until a few seconds later when he was trying to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Once Sebastian felt you kissing him back he started running his hands all over your body until they landed on your ass. He was about to unbutton your pants when you pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Sebastian had a confused look on his face.

“What if someone walks in on us?” you asked.

“This is a restricted area so no one is allowed to be here” Sebastian responded. He was about to reach out and try to unbutton your jeans again when you stopped him “wait, do you not want to do this?”

You got down on your knees and started undoing his jeans and pulled out his cock before you took in your mouth. Sebastian let out a slew of curse words as you begin to give him a blow job “hmmm” you hummed when you felt Sebastian’s hands on your head and started thrusting into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ” Sebastian bit his lip as he thrusted faster into your mouth until you started gagging. You were about to play with his balls so he would cum faster when you heard footsteps. “Shit I think someone is coming” Sebastian pulled away and tucked him before he helped you up.

When Sebastian turned around he spotted a group of celebrities and their bodyguards walking towards you guys. “Hey look, there is more seating over here. Oh hey Sebastian, is it alright with you guys if we hang out with you guys? It’s crowded in the other break room.” Wil Wheaton asked.

“Of course you can, the more the merrier” Sebastian replied and placed his hand around your waist. Just as you stepped aside so the other celebrities and their bodyguards could pass Sebastian whispered: “We’ll pick this up in my hotel room.”

#sebastian stan imagines #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #avengers imagines

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Falls Back Into Old Habits

A/n: so this is a more serious request! if any of my readers feel like they need to talk to someone (whether about this or not) my messages are always open to anyone and everyone. Also this did get a little personal for me, (Jisung’s is based on my personal experience)

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING)Mentions of eating disorders, cursing

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @yangomangos

Bangchan:

You had a history of not making the healthiest choices when it came to weight loss. It was a secret you kept to yourself. A secret you thought you wouldn’t have to deal with again. But, life sometimes throws stuff at you, and you can't help but fall back into old habits.

You knew Chan adored you. That didn’t mean hate comments got any easier to read. It was almost impossible to avoid them. Chan was always in the public eye, so it wasn’t long before your relationship was outed. At first, it was fine. Most of the Stray Kids fans accepted you; they wanted Chan happy.

Eventually, after all the commotion died down, anti-fans started to surface. They had found old pictures of you from high school and posted them with cruel comments. It was difficult with Chan away from home so much. You felt like you were alone, with no one to help guide you away from the dark places the comments were leading you towards.

The old pictures resurfacing reminded you of how you used to look when you were younger. It was easy to see the change in your body weight. You had started working through lunch. It was a simple excuse. It wasn’t a lie that your workload had doubled over the past week, though Chan was upset you skipped a meal, he understood.

But your old mentality started to creep back in. The next meal to go was breakfast. Chan was usually gone before you got up so he didn’t notice. What he did notice was you slowly losing your appetite at dinner. At first, he thought you were just a little sick. He made sure to stock up on medicine next time he picked up groceries. However, in your mind, you still weren’t losing the weight you wanted fast enough. Knowing Chan would freak if you stopped eating dinner you decided to hide a bottle of diet pills behind a couple shoeboxes at the top of your closet.

“Hey, Y/n? You wanna order a pizza?” Chan called from your bedroom. A pizza sounded divine. The sound of your stomach rumbling made you feel guilty. There was no way you would ruin this streak just for a pizza.

“Umm...you can! I ate a little earlier.” You called back. There was a moment of silence. You figured he was just picking up some dirty laundry or something.

“Baby, when did you eat? You didn’t have lunch with me and-”

Chan’s voice stopped all of a sudden. “I didn’t what?” You asked flipping through your phone. You frowned yet again coming across some hate comments. Sighing you tossed your phone onto the other side of the couch. “Babe?” You called still not hearing back from your boyfriend. Looking up you found Chan standing in the hallway holding a familiar white bottle in his hands.

“What the hell is this?”

Chan was angry. He was more than angry. He was pissed. He looked hurt when he tossed the bottle to you. “They are just diet pills, Chan.” His teeth dragged across his lip and his hands came to rest on his hips.

“No. Only half the bottle is left! Y/n this is dangerous. I know you’ve been skipping meals!” You flinched as Chan raised his voice. He noticed and came over to you. His hands wrapped around yours, shaking a little bit. “Y/n....I’m scared for you....I’ve been scared for you. You won’t talk to me. I know about the hate and the meals, but this? Baby. You’ve gotta talk to me.”

You looked at your boyfriend crouched in front of you, holding back tears. “Chan...it was just hard not to go back to bad habits. I’m so sorry.” Tears fell from his eyes hearing you speak. He dropped his head into your lap, still holding your hands tightly. He looked up, eyes puffy and red. His lips pressed against the back of my hand.

“I’m with you, yeah? I love you. I’m not going to let you do this alone.”

Minho:

Being a model was one of the best jobs you had ever had. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. You had great expectations put on you. At any given moment your agency could call you and say that you needed to drop fifteen pounds and chop off half your hair and you would have to do it to keep your contract.

Minho was used to your crazy weight-loss diets and coming home to you running on the treadmill with six coats on. He trusted you to be safe with whatever you were doing. He always checked in on you, even when he was away on tour.

Little texts making sure you were alright. Facetimes before he went to sleep. But, it was better having Mino home with you. Thankfully he would be home for the next six months.

The blare of your ringtone woke you up from a deep sleep. Minho was still sound asleep next to you and two of the cats were snuggled up at the foot of the bed. Seeing the agency as the caller id, you picked it up. They gave you the requirements for the job as well as the deadline. “Next week!” You exclaimed trying to keep Minho from waking up.

After a few more exchanged words you hung up the phone and lay in bed. “Twenty pounds?” You whispered to yourself. There was absolutely no way you could do this in time without not being healthy. But, the pay day was huge. There was no way you could pass up this gig if you wanted to make rent this month. The only problem would be Minho. He would totally scream at you if he found out you weren’t being healthy losing the weight.

Hell, the weight they wanted you to be wasn’t exactly healthy either. Your boyfriend stirred next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle. The next week you did everything possible to lose the weight. You skipped meals and you practically lived at the gym.

“Babe, have you eaten yet?” Minho said over the phone. He spoke to you on speakerphone as you ran with a hoodie on the treadmill in your apartment. You were three days away from your deadline with still five pounds left to lose.

“Yeah,” You said out of breath. Lie. “I ate a big salad a couple hours ago.” Another lie. You hadn’t eaten anything in the last seventy-four hours. He sighed over the phone. “What’s wrong, Minho?”

“Y/n we ran out of lettuce like two days ago, babe.”

Letting out a nervous laugh, you turned off the treadmill. “Minho.... I-uh...I ordered one-” You heard the line click. He hung up. “Oh fuck.” You said head in your hands. You shed the jacket and raced to your closet. You grabbed one of Minho’s big sweaters and threw it over your head. About ten minutes later the front door opened, Minho storming in throwing his stuff on the counter. “Hey! Did management let you off early-”

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the apartment. The next thing you knew you were walking up the stairs of your agency. The two of you blew past your boss’s secretary. “What the fuck, man!?” Minho screamed bursting into my boss’s office. “Do realize you are driving my girlfriend slowly off a cliff? She could kill herself just trying to meet your expectations! LITERALLY.”

Your boss was completely shocked. He was at a loss for words. “This is not on Y/n. This is on you for making her feel like she ever had to feel like she had to use such drastic measure simply to please your patriarchal sexist ass.” You felt like crying seeing Minho defend you. It was true. It was your choice to skip meals, but mostly out of fear of the termination of your contract.

“Sir-”

“No. I don’t think you know who I am. One word from me to the press could ruin you in this industry for the rest of your life.” Your boss stayed silent. Clearly fearing for his reputation. “Now, you are going to let Y/n end her contract, with full compensation, on the grounds of employee abuse.” Minho narrowed his eyes, completely furious. “Got it?”

He nodded and Minho took your hand in his and led you out of the office. “Thank you, Min.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder.

“You’ve got to tell me, babe. I’m not gonna stand by while you are forcing yourself through this.”

Changbin:

Changbin wasn’t the most observant man on the planet. But, it was very hard to slip anything past him when it came to you. His job was demanding and took up far more of his time than either of you would like, but the man was clingy even from a distance.

You just dropped him off at the airport not four hours ago and he was already facetiming you. With Changbin gone, your apartment felt empty. The days seemed to blur together. Days flooded into nights and nights blended into early mornings. You were sad and missed him a lot. So you did the best thing you could think of to distract yourself was throw yourself into your work.

The tour was nowhere near its end and you were bringing more and more work home. You got into the bad habit of skipping meals and you barely ate anything for dinner, choosing instead to work. Most nights you fell asleep at your desk, having not eaten anything all day.

Changbin would call at all hours of the night, so caught up in tour life he had forgotten that it was three am where you were. You didn’t mind, however, the calls always ended with you missing him even more. If things were really bad you would go down to the bakery and eat an entire cake by yourself only to refuse food for the rest of the week.

“I’m so lonely here without you,” You said to the glow of your laptop screen. Changbin’s face filled the screen. He was barefaced and had a hoodie covering his messy hair. Seeing your boyfriend even just through a facetime call was a godsend. “It’s been really hard keeping it together. When are you coming home?”

He sighed. Clearly, he wasn’t handling the distance well either. “Four days.” Your head dropped into your hands. Four days. You could handle four more days. The question was could your body handle four more days? “Sweetie, you don’t look too good. Are you sure you are taking care of yourself?” Changbin looked seriously worried.

The internal struggle of whether to tell him or not was evident.

“Y/n, you can tell me anything. I’m worried about you.”

Your fingers raked through your hair. Changbin let out an anxious sigh. He knew silence from you was a bad sign. “I haven’t exactly been eating well lately.” His face grew somber.

“How not exactly?”

“Like....at all.”

“Y/n!” Changbin exclaimed. You were sure that he had woken up whatever boy he was sharing a room with. He broke seeing the shame on your face. How he had not noticed sooner was shameful to him. Your face was starting to sink in and dark circles lay under your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bring up past problems I had and worry you with them. They are mine to deal with.”

Changbin shook his head. “I want to share your problems, sweetie. Your problems are mine and I’m glad to take them.” He paused simply looking at you with care. “Do you want me to come home? I’ll be on the first flight out?”

“I can’t make you do that. The boys and STAY need you.”

“You need me more right now.”

Hyunjin:

Your mother was lapping you. She was getting married twice. You weren’t even married once! It didn’t help at all that your mother was one of the most judgemental living on the planet. All her friends were a close second. She had been hounding you for years to get a boyfriend. She was always nagging on you to settle down and give her grandchildren.

Hyunjin coming into your life was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He made you feel fully yourself and even helped you out of some really bad habits that your mother had gotten you into. Hyunjin slowly helped you rebuild your self-esteem and you loved him more every day for it.

“Y/n, last time I saw you it looked like you had been putting on quite a bit of weight. I’ve already sent you the dress I want you wearing and you need to fit in it by the wedding. Am I clear?” The shrill voice of your mother filled the room. Why did you put her on speakerphone again? You looked at the lilac colored dress you were holding in the mirror. “Y/n?”

“Yes, mother. I understand.” There was no way you were fitting into this. She sent it to you this morning and the wedding was nine days away. It wasn’t surprising she pulled something like this. She always had impossible standards to hold you too. Having enough of your mother, you hung up the phone.

With a sigh, you grabbed the dress and tried to put it on. It was by far the most unflattering garment you had ever worn. You couldn’t close the zipper and it emphasized all the wrong places on your body. You could barely breathe in the tight fabric. Wiping stressed tears from your face, you shedded the frock. The choice of never giving down your mother's complaints or simply wearing a different dress were pounding against your skull.

If only Hyunjin wasn’t still on a dating ban. Then you could tell your mother how happy you were with him and she would stop hounding about your weight and appearance. But, that wasn’t the case. Only eight more months. Eight more months and you could shout about Hyunjin from the rooftops without a care. Until then, you had to lose a lot of weight as soon as possible.

As much as it hurt you to go behind Hyunjin’s back, you returned to your old habits, skipping most of your meals. It was easy to hide at first. Hyunjin would come home late from practice, so he didn’t find it unusual for you to have ‘eaten’ before him.

However, what wasn’t normal, was you getting dizzy spells. But you were so close to fitting in that dress you couldn't stop. Hyunjin was lounging on the couch, flipping through random channels. The edge of your vision started to blur out, making you clutch the counter for balance. Taking some deep breaths you focused on centering yourself. “Baby, you okay?” Hyunjin said, his voice laced with concern. He was already making his way over to you, hand finding the small of your back.

You pushed away from the counter to respond to your boyfriend, but your knees buckled under you. Hyunjin caught you, pulling you into his chest. “Oh shit- Y/n, baby. Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” Hyunjin held up three long fingers that looked more like five or six. You groaned, leaning into him.

Hyunjin, slightly panicking, pulled you over to the couch and laid you down. You watched him pick up his phone ready to dial emergency services. “Jinnie! No! Don’t. Really, I’m fine. It was just a dizzy spell.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You haven't had a dizzy spell since-” His words caught in his throat and he turned to you in shock. “Y/n...when was the last time you ate.” Your hands covered your face, rubbing your temples.

“I had a ramen cup. Don’t worry.”

Hyunjin involuntarily rolled his eyes letting out a frustrated huff. “I didn’t say what. I said ‘when’. ‘When’, Y/n!” He sighed seeing you struggle to think back on the past few days.

“I think....like two and a half days ago?” Hyunjin sighed, picking up his phone again. He walked into another room and returned about ten minutes later. You watched him walk to the kitchen and grab a Gatorade from the fridge. He placed it in front of you just as the doorbell rang. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he took a huge bag from a man at the door.

“Eat. Drink.” He said placing the bag of takeout in front of you. He unwrapped the food and twisted the cap off the drink, placing it in your hand and lap. He had a worried look on his face as he watched you begin to eat. “I called your mom.”

You immediately started choking on the food, giving Hyunjin yet another panic attack. “You WHAT?”

“I told her about us. I know the wedding and all her expectation is what is causing you stress. I told her to add me to the guest list and that you’re showing up in whatever you want to wear and that she better not say one word about it or else she’ll hear some choice words from me.”

Your eyes softened and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He nuzzled his face in your hair letting out a staggered sigh. “Anytime you feel like that, you’ve got to come tell me. I hurt when you hurt. I hurt even more when you try to keep me from helping you.”

Jisung:

Your stomach growled. In the past three days, you had eaten nothing but a couple crackers and a few pieces of cheese. College had been really rough on you lately. Classes were tough and you had resorted to stress eating while Jisung was away and working. It was even worse when he went off on tour.

Without him around your self-esteem was at an all time low. In your mind, it was only a matter of time before Jisung came back with a girl who was much prettier, much skinnier, and just....better...than you. It wasn’t easy to tell Jisung this. You had never really been great at talking about your feelings.

The sound of your cell phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. It was almost midnight so only one person could be texting you. Your hands swiped through the notifications until you could read the message. Jisung.

Hey bb! <3 Gonna be home late. So sorry :( don't wait up for me

You sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Your boyfriend was right, as much as you hated to admit it. There was no point in waiting up for him. The edge of your vision started to blur out so you shook your head and blinked a few times. “A hot shower would probably do me some good.” You said to the empty apartment.

Tossing your clothes in the hamper, you walked in your underwear into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Suddenly you felt dizzy, heat flooding the small room, fogging up the mirror. Your head started to spin. The orientation of the room seemed to flip upside down. You grabbed at anything knowing you were going to fall any second. The shower curtain came down with you, your head banging against the shower wall and then against the bathtub.

Black clouded your vision as hot water pelted down on you from the showerhead.

Jisung turned the lock of your shared apartment at about two in the morning. The first thing he noticed was the lights in the kitchen and bedroom were still on. He tossed his bag on the counter and set his phone down beside it. “Baby? You still up?” He called into the apartment. “Y/n?” He asked hearing the shower running.

He gently wrapped his knuckles on the door. After a few minutes of not hearing a reply, he started to get a little worried. “Y/n? Babe.” Slowly he pushed open the door and peeked his head into the bathroom. His eyes widened seeing you passed out shower curtain falling on top of you. “OH SHIT!”

Jisung burst into the bathroom and threw the shower curtain away from your unconscious body. He shut off the water and cradled your head away from the shower wall. As gently as he could he picked you up and set you on the bed the both of you shared. “Fuck. My phone. Where’s my phone?” Jisung scrambled, running out of the bedroom. He was frantic.

“911. What is your emergency?” The calm voice of the operator spoke to him.

“My girlfriend. She uh--....fuck. She fell in the shower. I don’t know. I just came home. I think she hit her head.” Jisung ran a stressed hand through his hair, his feet carrying him back to the bedroom. He nodded at the operator's instructions and kept them on the phone as he grabbed one of his shirts from your closet to cover you up.

The paramedics arrived and loaded you up in an ambulance. Your heavy eyes opened slowly and you looked around the back of the emergency vehicle. It hurt to turn your head, which was still making you feel dizzy. Jisung sat beside you, holding your hand tightly, head down, and tears falling down his cheeks. “Jisung...” You croaked out.

His head shot up and he didn’t even bother trying to hide his tears. “Baby! Oh, thank god! Y/n you scared me half to death! What the hell happened?” He held your hand tightly, kissing along your knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, Ji....I only meant to skip a couple meals. I thought...I thought I had it under control.” You continued to ramble trying to make sure the words were coming out the way you wanted. Jisung looked heartbroken next to you.

“Y/n....you can’t...fuck...I love you so much. You’ve gotta tell me this stuff, okay?” He said choking up. You had never seen him so upset, so broken. “I can’t lose you. You’re perfect to me always.” You nodded, tears falling down your own cheeks.

“I’m so sorry-...I’m so sorry. I should have told you...”

Felix:

After being a trainee since you were fourteen, you had picked up an unhealthy mindset about your body image. The weekly weigh-ins your company put you through always had you watching your weight down to the ounce. There had been several incidents regarding your health and some unhealthy weight choices, thankfully they hadn’t been leaked to the press and your company covered it up. Felix had been your friend since you debuted and you had been dating for almost a year and a half. The two of you kept it a secret since both of you were still under a dating ban. Felix was always there for you when you needed him. Even if that meant him coming to find you in a broom closet because you were having a rough time and needed a hug.

Comeback season was always a rough time for the both of you. His group was busy, your group was busy. There was hardly any time to see each other. Promotions were even worse, especially for you. You felt like you had to constantly watch what you were eating since there were cameras all around you. You limited you food intake to one small meal a day, choosing to drink lots of weight loss shakes and water instead. Your secret diet plan had been working for years. You hadn’t had an incident since debut.

Your stomach growled as you looked in the mirror. “Y/n, did you eat?” Your leader asked brushing extra blush across her cheeks. You shook your head, knowing your voice would waver if you tried to lie.

“I’ll get something after the performance.”

The sound of other performances were playing on the music shows backstage TV. The skirt you were wearing was squeezing your stomach the fabric unbearably tight. “Girls, you’re up next! Stray Kids is after you. Backstage in two.” A stagehand said popping into the room then quickly exited. The members of your group started filing out of the room, heading backstage.

Stray Kids were waiting backstage already. You waved at Felix in the dark as you all came to stand next to them. You felt yourself get hot all of sudden and the room was beginning to tilt. The heels you were wearing made it a little more difficult for you to catch your balance.

You felt a hand on your back, steadying you. Felix appeared behind you, a concerned expression on his handsome face. “You okay, darling?” You nodded and brushed a bead of sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah. Just got a little dizzy for a second.”

Felix still looked concerned but gave you a quick kiss on the cheek after making sure no one was looking. “I’ll see you after your performance, darling.” He whispered in your ear before sending you onstage. Your group got in position and started performing your new song. Your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out under the white hot stage lights.

The lyrics to your part of the song came out breathy as you danced in the center. It was evident you weren’t giving your one hundred percent, but you smiled through the pain you were feeling. You let your face fall as you transitioned to the back. If you could just hold on until the song was over.

In the middle of the dance break, your body couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you crumpled onto the floor, your body had been running on zero fuel for too long and gave out. The gasps of the audience stopped the performance and your group members froze in place. You felt someone run next to you and turn you over. You dazed eyes looked up to see Felix, fear plastered all over his face.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” Your leader said ushering the two of you off stage. Felix carried you in his arms until you were resting on the hospital bed, still in your stage clothes. Felix and your leader sat in the room with you while the doctors ran several tests. They hooked an IV up to your arm and waited for the doctor to return.

“So, who are you again?” The doctor asked pointing to Felix and your leader. She introduced herself, but before she could say anything else Felix interrupted her.

“I’m Felix, Y/n’s boyfriend. What going on, doctor?” She turned to you with wide eyes pointing at Felix. You motioned to her and an unspoken promise was made that you would talk about it later. She gave you a stern motherly look before turning back to what the doctor was saying.

“Well. She is severely malnourished. Her blood sugar and iron are dangerously low.” Felix put his head in his hands, clearly upset. “I’m seeing in her records this has occurred before?” Felix nodded reached for your hand. “Well, I want her to stay here until the IV is drained and someone should make sure she is eating and resting well.” The doctor wrote out a copy of meds and instructions for both Felix and your leader.

You watched Felix listen intensely on everything the doctor said about your health, taking notes of his own. Eventually, the doctor and your leader left the room. “Darling...I should have figured it out when you said you were dizzy. I’m so sorry. I should have- Fuck, I saw the sign and I didn’t do anything.” He rested his head in his hands clearly upset. You pulled him over to you and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you, for being here for me. That’s all I need.” You kissed the top of his head and buried your face in his neck.

Seungmin:

You could tell Seungmin anything. You had been best friends before you started dating and were basically inseparable. There was only one thing Seungmin didn’t know about you, your history with not so healthy weight loss methods. In highschool like most students, your self esteem was a soul sucking bottomless pit.

Every insecurity was brought to light by your cruel peers. Feeling broken you sought comfort looking magazines filled with beautiful women. Beautiful skinny women. Your desire to be like them grew stronger as you grew older. At first, you only skipped meals when extra work needed to be done. To you, there was no bad consequence at the time. Not only would you lose a little weight but you would get more accomplished.

Then skipping meals became a regular thing. You would usually get dinner with Seungmin most nights but still ate light. Seungmin paid no mind to it, assuming you were eating healthy during the day.

After a few months, he noticed you were extremely thin to an unhealthy degree. Seungmin was hesitant to ask you about it at first. You were an adult and could take care of yourself. He also didn’t want to come off as clingy and intrusive, but he was really worried about you to the point where he would lose sleep wondering if you had actually eaten that day and lied to him over a phone call.

Soon, he had enough. “Y/n, be honest with me.” He exclaimed one day while he was over at your apartment. You stopped mid-sip of water and turned to your boyfriend. “You’re skipping meals aren’t you?”

Silence filled the apartment. Every sound seemed to have been amplified. The dripping water of the bathroom faucet, the clock in the kitchen, the fabric of Seungmin’s sweater brushing against the couch. He watched you with determined eyes.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked hesitantly. He let out a heavy sigh taking your hands in his. He looked hurt.

Your boyfriend looked back up at you. He seemed to be studying every detail of your face. The bags under your eyes. The way your cheeks had begun to sink in. “I’m not mad.” He whispered. Seungmin took his time choosing his next words with care. “I’m worried, Y/n. Look at you. You are clearly not healthy. This has gotten out of hand.”

You felt exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. You felt small. Seungmin was right. What you were doing wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t safe, but you couldn’t just stop. It had gotten to the point that you barely had an appetite during normal meal times.

“Min...I can’t just stop. I’m really messed up aren’t I?”

Seungmin pulled you into his chest, resting his head on yours. “No more than anyone else.” He whispered. It felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that Seungmin knew your secret. You didn’t feel alone anymore. “We can get you the help you need. All I want is for you to be healthy and happy.”

There were a million things you wanted to say to him, but actions seemed to work better. You nodded against his chest, letting your arms fall from around his neck to rest gently over his heart. “I should have told you sooner.” You said softly, listening to his heartbeat.

His fingers softly ran through your hair. “What matters is you told me. I’m not going to let you go through this alone anymore. I’m always here for you, Y/n.”

Jeongin:

You had recently got a new roommate. A roommate who looked like she walked straight out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine. It didn’t help that she often walked around in her body hugging workout gear. You felt pudgy next to her. She was of course the nicest person on the planet which didn’t make your jealousy decrease any more than it should. In reality, it only grew more.

You wanted what she had. At first, you just started with a diet and exercise. Jeongin was happy to work out with you in the gym. He loved going on night runs with you near the Han river. But, you just weren’t getting the results you wanted. You still looked like a blobfish next to your roommate and were seeing no near progress anytime soon.

The first thing that Jeongin noticed was you stopped letting him come around to your apartment. In your mind the less he saw your roommate the less likely he was to compare you too. Not that he would, but there was always this doubt in the back of your mind.

The second was your dramatic change in demeanor. A cloud of depression seemed to hang over you wherever you went. You were tired and not acting like yourself. Lastly, he noticed you getting thinner and thinner.

You had cut out so many things from your diet that you were basically only eating a few crackers and slices of cheese a couple times a day. You stopped going out to dinner with Jeongin, choosing to go out when you knew you wouldn’t be eating.

He had no idea how to approach you, but he was worried sick. So, he went to the one person he knew he could trust with anything. Chan. He sat done with Chan and told him about everything he was thinking and feeling. After getting advice from his hyung he felt much better about asking you what was going on.

The two of you were on one of your Han river night runs. The pace you were running at was slower than usual. Jeongin made sure to go your speed, picking up on little things he noticed. “Y/n, are you sure you are alright?” He asked, stopping.

You nodded hands resting on your knee. Your chest was tight and your stomach hurt. It felt like hot volcanic air was pressing down on you like an anvil. “I’m fine. I just need a break.” He nodded and crouched down next to you. Not many people were out since it was later in the evening, but Jeongin still kept an eye out for pedestrians who might come by.

“Angel, you don’t look good at all.” He said rubbing your back. “Come sit for a minute.” Not letting you say anything against the notion he dragged you over to a bench and handed you his water bottle. You flinched tasting what was in it. Definitely not water.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry. It’s got plenty of electrolytes in it. Just drink, angel. You need it.”

Jeongin rubbed your back as you drank from the bottle. “How did you know I needed that?” You questioned still out of breath. You attempted to hand him back the water bottle but he put it back in your hands.

“I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

You sighed head in your hands. “How long have you known?”

He shrugged playing with a bracelet on his wrist. “Maybe a week,” He had known for that long and he hadn’t said anything? Why? He gave you a tight-lipped smile as if reading your thoughts. “I was hoping you would tell me. But, you come first before anything.” He laced his fingers with yours. “Why are you skipping meals, angel?”

You sighed, looking out at the water, feeling much better now. “I was jealous of my roommate. She just is so fit and gorgeous. I feel so inferior next to her.” You hand carded through your messy hair as you looked up at your boyfriend. “Maybe I was...the teensiest bit worried that she might turn your head because of how slender she was.”

“Angel, you are perfect to me. I never want you to change.” He said pressing a kiss to your temple.

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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years

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The Prince Charming!!

Pairing : Yoongi x reader

Genre: 18+

Warnings: Absolutely nothing!!!!

Summary- You are forced to attend a prestigious homecoming ball which you wanted to avoid but also which you couldn't, you didn't make in any plans on avoiding until you actually meet someone interesting and suddenly everything just seems perfect. Comfortably perfect!

The big thingies weren't quite your scene, specially when all you had to do was look like a freaking doll and stand in poise and behave and watch what you said. Naah please you were done with it.

And today happened to be exactly that kind of day. It was ball at the most affluent family of the city, The Mins. Seems like the so called prince charming had returned to his kingdom after a sabbatical and to celebrate the return his parents had hosted a ball, actually quite grand one at that.

You never wanted to go home because you knew your mother would be waiting with her battalion of stylists, beauticians to make you look like a diva, which obviously you were not. You had features that were standing out but you thought you needed to shine from within to shine on the outside.

You crept inside your own house like a thief tiptoeing to avoid any noise that would attract the attention of your mother. "Rebeca where you think you are going?" Your mothers voice boomed through the corridor. She was your mother alright.

"Give me one good reason why you haven't tried the dresses I've sent to your room? One good reason why you haven't pushed it for the fittings yet?" Umm maybe i came just now, Maybe i was busy trying to prepare for a interview that can get me something real?" You scoffed.

"Very funny, now go to your room and try the dresses and show it to me?" She said. I walked slowly to my room displaying ample amount of disinterest. "Faster now woman, The balls in the evening not tomorrow" you heard your voice once again. How does she know everything? You still couldn't uncover this mystery, You checked if hallways had cameras but nope nothing nada.

You try a lot of dresses but a red one catches your eyes. You try the red one it fit you beautifully amplifying every curve at your body and with a thigh high slits making it look picture perfect. Which also made you look perfect for the gram;).

You finished with a little bit of makeup and a shimmery nude gloss which made your lips look even prettier. You arrived at the ball with your parents and it looked it was more of a met gala type event.

As you walked to the hall you could see girls in all kinds of designers making it a high society designer store, looks like the so called prince charming had a lot of options to choose from.

You were greeted by a cheerful greeting and you grinned by the ear, you knew who it was. Hobi your bestfriend waving right back to him. You gave him a friendly hug, and he gasped for a second "Look at you gorgeous, looking enchanting!! He chimed.

Oh boy didn't have much of a choice you see! You exclaimed. The event turned out to be extremely boring with occasional dances here and there. All everyone was doing was to try finding the guy in question.

You moved to the hallway to use the powder room all you could hear was the gossips about the prince charming, "Where is he ?" I've heard he's hot!! Imagine how will he be?" You were absolutely disinterested in the prince charming and the only reason you had your ass in the room was your mother. That woman was capable of throwing you out of the window if you didn't do what she said. She was someone you would never mess with.

You scanned the room for Hobi, this guy was nowhere to be seen. And somehow you exactly knew where he would be at this moment. You fumbled for the phone but let him just be, At least he was having fun.

The ball was going in full swing yet there was no sign of the prince charming, wishing that man would appear somewhere and this ball would end, so you looked at the exit so that you could have a breath fresh air, you found a exit to a open space down towards the parking.

You moved ahead and went near the garden, and just spread your hands the air felt cold and specially it felt even cold with the strapless dress you had on. "Bored already?" You jumped at the voice behind you.

You turned behind to see a man, a magnificent man. Dark hair on his forehead dressed sharp a tux and those rings in the fingers was the highlight and his sly smile made me loose my breath for a second. Who was this you thought to yourself.

"A lot actually, but I don't seem to have a choice" You sighed. "And why would that be?" He asked. "You friends with the Mins?" You asked in a cautious tone. No he said. "Just that I find such events exhausting not to forget my mother bought me here all dolled up because she thinks I might find a good match and that's downright stupid. You exclaimed.

You could clearly say he was amused. He chuckled and that made you zone out to a parallel universe. "Oh I forgot I didn't get your name?" I didn't give it out yet you chuckled. Rebecca you replied stretching your hand in forward to a handshake.

"Lovely name" he said. Before you could say anything out heard footsteps approaching and next thing you knew he pulled you by the hand and started running towards what looked like a lake house.

I'm sorry people would have misinterpreted and this is a small group of the people here you know, they talk he explained awkwardness quite evident in his voice. "I can understand all these people do is talk. And I'm the last one to be involved. I have a quite fierce of a mother who will not tolerate any such nonsense of this sort" he laughed at my exasperated comment.

"Did someone tell you are dramatic?" He chuckled. "Yeah but then i told them not to mention it again" you laughed. "What are you doing here? Friend of the prince charming?" You asked curiosity taking over you.

"Prince charming?" He asked amused. " Yeah since he has a gazillion girls here who are here for him, must be a charmer I guess you say. He looks like he wanted to have a laughing fit, but didn't do so. "What if he was a charmer? I mean the guy has money, power, mostly looks and what if hes sexy too? Don't you find it appealing?"

"That's not what's all appealing, I mean i cant just doll up and compete for someone who i don't even know and besides my kind of love is more of a personality not the wallet or the pants or the looks. You argued.

"I'm starving!!" he says with a cute expression. Why don't you find something to eat inside I'm sure they have a plethora of options."I said "Nope food inside feels boring, Lets go out." You had your jaw open to the ground at his offer, How were you even supposed to leave this god damn place without your mother knowing.

You planned a hundred scenarios but nothing concrete came to your mind but some voice in your head asked you to throw caution to the wind and go with the tux guy. "Okay you said but there is one thing you have to do for me," You look at him innocently hoping he would agree. "Anything" He replied.

"Can you get me a pair of sneakers? I am going to have my feet cut off if i stay in these heels for one more min." He burst out laughing at your request, "This is the most unique thing someone has ever asked me to do", He chuckled.

He ushered you to the parking lot and opened a car boot to hand you over a pair of white sneakers and you unknowingly threw your heels in his boot. ?He closed it and pulled you towards his bike, You had your eyes out of your head for a minute. "Care for an adventure?" He smirked.

"Haven't you been noticing I'm wearing a gown all this time? You asked amused at this persons innocence. "Oh come on sneaker girl i know you can manage and for all you know this might be the most adventurous night of your life? Be a sport!"

You still could not believe you were doing this as you wore the helmet but it seemed thrilling and you thanked the designers to have kept the slit big enough to manage. The ride was filled with an adventure you have never tried before and most of it for the part that he was a complete stranger and still you felt the urge to trust him like it was inbuilt.

You decided to eat kimchi fried rice avoiding his amused looks for choosing something simple when you could have gone more for a gown and tux place but for what it was worth it turned out to be one of the best meals you and he had in a while. The time was passing by in mere fractions as you planned your last stop on a hilltop, starlit and quite a scenic view of the city.

The wind was blowing in your face calming all the excitement of the night it had really been an interesting one for sure. "did you dance at the ball?" He asked . "No why? You know its a shame that you are wearing such a beautiful dress meant to be to a ball but you didn't dance. I smiled at his thoughts believing that coming to this ball was a decision that was totally worth it. Even worth of getting myself killed by mother the moment i step inside the house. But it seemed worth it.

"Who said we cant change it?" he said. You were shocked when he played the song that was the most perfect fit for the night and pulled me in for a dance. You swayed in his arms like you belonged there and he danced as if you were some queen he was having a dance with. You moved as if it was just meant to be and in that moment strangely everything seemed perfect.

The ride back was just you and him discussing your and his interest and just normal things, just as normally as a night could have ended except he didn't let you go till you handed him your number. "Thanks for saving me from the ball and i had an amazing time really" you said unsure of his reaction.

"Likewise" He replied but with a peck on your cheek. He left you at the door bidding a goodbye. As you stood there in two minds, relishing your encounter of the stranger whose name you had forgotten to ask and second what was the lioness inside the house going to do with you?"

You Froze on your spot when you received a text message:

Sneaker girl, FYI I'm not a prince charming!!!

Something inside you told you this wasn't the last time you were meeting this prince charming.

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Tongue Tied

Not much is known about the quiet third year Yamaguchi Tadashi, but one thing is for certain. He has a giant crush on you.

3rd Year!Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader

For anon~~ You got me weak with heartthrob hottie Yamaguchi!!! Please if you guys haven’t seen it, look up ‘karasuno first years as third years’ those pictures of Yamaguchi send me into orbit. He looks so cute with his hair tied up, I’m on the floor. I couldn’t find the original artist of the photo so I didn’t attach it because I didn’t want to repost it without their permission....

WC- 1, 610

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Most of the time during your study period you spend your time either talking with your friends or working on your homework. This time you tried to focus on your notes, you really did, but you found yourself staring at the boy in front of you. The longer your eyes ran over his figure the more you wanted to talk to him.

“Yamaguchi, I watched your game yesterday!” You call out to your friend and his fluffy hair bounces as he quickly turns around in his chair, smiling kindly when he hears your words. “You did so well, your serves are really cool!” The compliments have his face turning bright red as he tries to hide behind his hair.

“Oh, thanks (Y/N).” Yamaguchi smiles shyly and you dart your attention back to your notebook while you continue the conversation.

“Are you guys going to have another game soon?” You ask and the tall boy can only watch as you continue to fill out your notes. You’re talking to him so unaffectedly that it makes him feel nervous in your presence. He is so consumed with you that he doesn’t even notice when you look back up at him. “Ta-da-shi?”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widen as you teasingly call out his name, enunciating each syllable, he seriously is going to melt under your stare. He can see the playful smile hanging off your lips and the amusement twinkling in your eyes, it is almost painful how weak he is in your presence.

“N-next week we have a game.” Finally, he answers. Mentally Yamaguchi pats himself on the back for answering you back so smoothly, ‘smoothly’ in his own terms. Yet, that doesn’t prepare him for your next question.

“Really? Can I tie your hair up before the game?” You ask him and reach up to pinch one of the stray bangs framing his face, twirling it around your finger while noting how soft it is. Yamaguchi awkwardly tenses up at the proximity and feels all the air leaving his lungs.

“Yeah, s-sure you can do that.” He stutters again, tripping over his tongue like a fool. You offer him another teasing smile before flicking his forehead, the air now surrounding you two light.

It doesn’t last for too long though.

“Yamaguchi!!” A girl calls from the doorway and you turn to notice the regular group of girls that always come by to talk to him. It doesn’t really bother you too much, they just annoy you whenever you try to get your work done since all they do is talk.

Oddly enough, these girls do bother Yamaguchi. It seems like every time he gets a good atmosphere going with you or he is having fun and talking with you, they show up. He doesn’t dislike them because they’re all very sweet but, he would rather spend his time talking to you. He hates it when they crowd him though because then he can’t even see you anymore, which is saying something since your desks are literally three feet apart. It irritates him, truly, and all he can do is blow his hair out of his face and offer them a kind smile.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Tsukishima comments while the two are walking home after practice, stopping his friend mid-rant as he freaks about not being able to act normal around you. “Seriously, you act like a newborn that can’t walk in front of her.” Tsukishima hides his laughter behind his hand and Yamaguchi can only puff out his cheeks in retaliation.

“I can’t even talk to her without stuttering and you want me to tell her that I like her?” Yamaguchi pushes his hair out of his face with a dramatic sigh, retying his bangs out of his face. Tsukishima glances at him and slowly nods like it would be the easiest thing in the world.

“She likes you back doesn’t she?” Tsukishima tilts his head softly, already knowing the answer to his question. Yamaguchi thinks about it for a moment, he wants to automatically deny it but in his heart he desperately wants it to be true. He has known you since you were second years, you two were sat together in class and became friends very quickly. It never occurred to Yamaguchi that there is even a possibility that you liked him, he just thought you were being friendly with him like you are with everyone else. “I mean, she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to me.” Tsukishima teases and innocently stares up at the night sky.

“That’s because the two of you are like cats and water.” Yamaguchi mutters, internally shivering at the glares you and Tsukishima throw at each other.

“We’re actually friends, can’t say the same for you two though. There is so much romantic tension.” Tsukishima comments like a documentary and Yamaguchi’s cheeks turn so red you can barely see his freckles. “So, you think she likes you or not?”

“Umm, I don’t know.” Yamaguchi sighs once more and frowns, resting his cheek against his palm. Tsukishima can only roll his eyes at how painfully oblivious his friend is.

“Is it too tight?” You ask Yamaguchi from over his shoulder, lightly threading your fingers through his hair.

“N-no it’s fine.” He coughs awkwardly and you try to gather all his hair in your fingers once more. It’s the middle of your study period, a few days later, and you’re currently practicing how you are going to tie up his hair. Yamaguchi tries not to close his eyes at the feeling of your hands working his hair, the blush already permanently on his face since the moment you touched him.

“What shampoo do you use, your hair is really soft Yamaguchi. Mine is so dry.” You sigh and tug on his hair just for the fun of it, Yamaguchi nearly lets out a noise at the feeling but hides it behind the back of his hand.

“I’m not sure, it’s probably just some product from the department store.” He responds and you hum in concentration as you try to wrap the hair tie through his thick strands.

“You should text me a picture of it when you get home, if I could get my hair this soft I wouldn’t know how to act!” You gush and Yamaguchi nods, you gently pull the strands apart to tighten the ponytail. You place your hands on his shoulders and turn around to look at his face, just to see how you did. Damn, you did good. “I need to fix it, I might need to try a few more times!” The lie slips through your teeth, it looks perfect but you need the excuse to keep playing with his hair.

“It looks fine, just say you want to keep touching him (Y/N).” Tsukishima snorts from a few rows over and you glare daggers at him, scoffing as you grip Yamaguchi’s shoulders tightly.

“Fuck off Tsukishima!” You flick him off and Tsukishima sends you a knowing look, his eyes darting between you and his best friend. “He’s so dumb.” You mutter and Yamaguchi doesn’t even think to look over at his friend, knowing damn well the blonde will be able to see the deep blush over his face. “Anyways,” There is a pause as you turn back around to look at Yamaguchi, you gently pull out a few strands to make his hair look messier. “there! You look cute!”

Yamaguchi nearly passes out, you think he is cute, holy shit you think he’s cute.

“(Y/N)!” Yamaguchi calls after you that day after school, it’s late in the afternoon and when you turn around to face him. Yamaguchi swears there is a halo surrounding your body. You stop and wait for him to catch up to you, his hair bouncing as he runs towards you. “Hey.”

“Hey, you don’t have practice today?” You ask and he shakes his head. A wave of silence falls over the two of you and you tap your shoes together. “Umm, what’s up?” Deep in your mind, you run to a random place, one where Yamaguchi asks you out or-

“A-are you doing anything right now?” The words fumble out of his mouth before he can stop them and can’t help but gape at the taller boy. Is he, is he going to do it?

“Not anything special, I was just going to go home, why?” You peer up at him, unable to hide the excitement in your eyes as you wait anxiously for his reply.

“Oh, I was just wondering.” He stammers lamely and you narrow your eyes at him, pulling away like he dropped water on you. Dramatically you cross your arms over your chest and stare at him, watching as his eyes dart everywhere but your face.

“Yamaguchi. You want to ask me something, what is it?” You push, not knowing where you got the guts to face him like this. Maybe, you’ll just ask him out first. Maybe you’ll just say how you feel first.

To Yamaguchi, this is now or never, he has to do it, he has had two years to ask you out. So, he does.

“D-do you want to go out right now, together?”

“Are you going to ask me out already?”

Your mouth falls open at his invitation, and a deep blush takes over your face. Mostly from his words and from the embarrassment of your own.

“You want to go out with me?!” You can’t help but point at yourself in shock, your face feeling like it’s on fire at this point. Yamaguchi only nods shyly and you can’t help but turn just as quiet. “Yes, I’d really like to go with you, Yamaguchi.”

The entire night the atmosphere is so soft and so comfortable that since the first time this pesky crush aroused, Yamaguchi is able to act normal around you.

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pnk-wasteland · 3 years

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Screenshot: Adrienette that’s borderline crack in the best way (Teen&up)

It was a nightmare. He hadn’t meant to leave his phone unattended, Alya had asked him a question and when he put his phone down to give her his full attention, Nino had picked it up to check the time and instead was greeted with a private Instagram account Adrien had created with the specific purpose to lurk in peace.

“No way, dude. Do you just stalk a bunch of Ladybug look alikes in your spare time?”

Adrien gaped, too horrified to process his world falling apart around him.

“Wow, look at this one, she looks almost exactly like ladybug!”

“Let me see!” Alya sounded too eager.

He’d never admit it, but there were more than just a few girls on his private Instagram that looked “exactly like” ladybug. And no, it wasn’t just a uncanny accident.

But the account his friend happened to stumble on was his favorite, a well off Russian Instagram model who’s handle was Steelix.

She could pass for a perfect Ladybug, if not for her brown eyes. She was perfect in almost every way, and posted great *ahem* material. Ladybug was the fantasy girl of his dreams and anybody that looked liked her was at risk of being followed and stalked by his private finsta page.

His private page he was privately ashamed of.

That his best friend was now holding up to show his own girlfriend, and the girl Adrien quietly, sort-of had a crush on. This really was his worst nightmare. He tried to snatch the phone from Nino but to no avail. “It’s just some girl. I like her photography.”

“Yeah sure that’s why you liked all her recent pictures and wrote in the comments ‘omg’ with a heart face, a drooling face, and two fire emojis.”

Adrien was red in the face, his mouth gone completely dry not knowing what to say.

“Wow Adrien, these are the kind of girls you like?” Alya asked.

Adrien glanced toward Marinette, and the look on her face was perfectly surprised. Ironically, her face was one of the ones he lives to see grace the screen of his dirty private Insta. Marinette had great Ladybug features right down to the freckles on her nose. The only bad thing was Marinette rarely posted any selfies at all, and although her account was an interesting documentary of her handmade fashions, it did not serve the dirty purpose his fake account had followed her for.

“So what?” He finally grabbed the phone from Nino and was getting back some of his composure, although his face was still deeply flushed.

“Oh no reason.” Alya’s smile was wicked, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

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Marinette ponders what she just witnessed while Alya blabs in her ear. She wasn’t holding the phone, but it sure looked like he was following a lot of slim girls with shoulder length black hair. If she didn’t know any better she would think he would have a type... And he certainly did nothing to dissuade that idea. He turned beet red and made some dumb excuse about photography. And that girl.. the one whose photo he had commented on, Marinette knew her. Well, she had previously followed her. Steelix has such a similar face structure to her own that she had been a phenomenal teacher of makeup to Marinette. She knew all the right things to use and what products would work on her just by watching what Steelix recommended. She had loved following her for her beauty content, but when her account started becoming more of a travel diary with pictures of her on island beaches in bikinis with inspirational quotes covering the captions, Marinette had to find other places to search for helpful information.

All of these thoughts were making her wonder about Adrien, and the things she had neglected to notice about him.

“If Adrien likes shorter, dark haired girls than why doesn’t he comment on my selfies like that?”

“Umm interrupt me, much?”

Oops, she didn’t mean to say that outloud.

“But maybe because you never post any, especially not to insta.”

Marinette thought about this. It was true she used her IG story to post updates on her Latest creations, and her grid was very much like a well thought out catalog. She was very proud of that page, but it was definitely not the place where she’d be posting cute sundress selfies.

“I use my Snapchat for personal stuff like that.”

“Exactly. And I bet you haven’t even given Adrian your snap.”

Marinette frowned, stealing a glance at the boys table. “No, I guess I haven’t.”

“Well what are you doing sitting here talking to me for? Go get his snap and start using it for evil!”

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“Hey Adrian! Wait up!”

Adrian was more nervous than he should have been when his friend approached, but he kept the feeling off his face. “Hey Marinette! What’s up?”

She stopped right in front of him, “I was just thinking about earlier, how you have a private instagram account.”

Adrians stomach dropped. Had she figured him out? Did she know he was using her and girls that looked like her to quiet his drowning ache for Ladybug? He was so ashamed of himself. He was weak, so desperately weak.

“And it just got me thinking that I’ve known you so long and we don’t even have each others snaps.”

“I’m so- wait, what?”

“Snapchat. We don’t even have eachother added. So, want to be friends?” Marinette held out her phone, snap code ready for him to scan, her happy little pigtailed Bitmoji smiling up at him.

Something warm ticked his belly. “Yeah, definitely.” He pulled out his phone and added her to his seldom used snap account.

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He has to add her on his old account, the one with the list of contacts from kids that once gave him their number. There really isn’t that many.

Adrien finds out quickly that Marinette posts her selfies on snap, and keeps her instagram clean and more professional. Very smart for a girl who is looking to go to college next fall. He clicks on her daily story; a picture of her in her bedroom mirror, a picture of fresh croissants and danish, a picture of Alya, Rose and some other girls at her lunch table, and then finally a selfie. A picture taken from straight above, she was lying down in her bed, light pink and white pajamas that looked like they may have a ribbed texture to them. He could see the edge of the selfie stick she was using to get such a wide angle, the idea that she had planned this sleepy in bed photo turned him on more than he could have ever dreamed. He could see the tops of her exposed thighs where her matching pj shorts abruptly ended. Her lean, exposed belly led up to the cropped short sleeve tshirt, that was so on-trend and so Marinette that he had no doubt she’d made it for herself.

Best of all, her blue eyes stared right back at him through the camera and her lips were puckered just right.

It was as he was getting himself all worked up thinking about the blue of her gaze, easing his own back down her body when he realized something else; she wasn’t wearing a bra. And the way she had arched her back to show off the muscles of her stomach only made it more obvious; and Adrian couldn’t believe he didn’t notice them before. Tiny peaks hidden behind soft pink fabric. He was going to lose his mind.

His heart was beating faster and he swallowed back guilt as he unzipped his pants. Her body was amazing, and he was insanely greatful she left this on infinite. He worked himself till climax thinking about what her nipples must look like beneath that thin pajama top, and what it might feel like to taste them. He kept working himself, more gently, thinking about that face, those lips and those eyes and how bad he wanted her to swallow him. Who? Marinette or Ladybug? Honestly in that moment he didn’t feel like he was using her pictures as a ladybug substitute. He cleaned off his phone and thought seriously if he should use his tablet to take a picture of the screen just so Marinette wouldn’t know he screenshoted her. Another, dirtier part of him wants her to know. Wants to comment on her pictures like he’s some random thirsty nobody. Tell her how she makes him sweat, how he can’t get enough. He wants to use his private page to stalk her, too.

Damn sometimes the lines get too confusing.

He sits there, weighing his options. This picture was too good for him to let go. But he didn’t want to look like he was chasing after Marinette’s thirst traps when he knew he was still just a dirty pervert for Ladybug. Adrien felt like screen recording would be even more creepy than a screenshot, and almost made him feel like he was coping out, being a chump. But if he did screenshot her what would Marinette say? Would she ignore it? Would he be sad if she did?

Adrien shook off his intrusive thoughts and screenshotted his new favorite photo. And for good measure; and maybe so he could feel like he was making a move instead of just drooling over his classmate; he sent “wow” with an emoji it took him way too long to choose. Stuck between the drooling or hot emoji he finally got fed up with himself tapped his screen and sent it off without letting himself immediately get anxious. He made a decision, over analyzing himself won’t help anything. Now he just had to wait for Marinette to respond.

And then he could freak out again.

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A/N: a work in progress, can someone help me come up with their snap handles? I don’t like the ones I have right now. Adriens is supposed to read as (BeAgreste= be•our•guest). I dunno! I’m not good with puns it’s the best I could do! Please help me!

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 37

Word Count: 3,233

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Notes: So here we are trying to determine what happened with the IG story. Lots of baby stuff in this part. Thanks for sticking with me as I’ve been alternating updating this as well as NSDL. Hope you guys enjoy. Happy Reading! And Let’s Go STARS!!!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

"Baby," Tyler whispered while gently kissing your cheek. When you didn't wake right away, he tried again. "(Y/N), babe, wake up." You weren't sure if it was Tyler's second attempt or Jace loudly sucking on his pacifier that actually woke you up, but your eyes flew open immediately as you sat up at the same time, almost bumping Tyler's forehead. He laughed at your disoriented state.

It took you a minute to register that Tyler had Jace in bed with the two of you. "Oh my god, did I sleep through him crying?" You'd been exhausted when you and Tyler finally fell asleep after having sex for the first time, in what seemed like forever, but you didn't think that you'd sleep through Jace's cries. The second he started to make noise you were usually up.

"He just whimpered a little and I went up with him." It made you feel a bit better that your child hadn't been full-on sobbing and you didn't wake up, but still, you hadn't felt Tyler get out of bed at all. "I can't find a bottle or I wouldn't have woken you up."

"I didn't get a chance to pump yesterday."

"Mmm," he hummed his understanding, knowing that it had been a busy day for all three of you. "Well, the paci has kept him entertained for a bit, but it's not going to be long now. I can tell." You adjusted your pillows getting a little more comfortable to breastfeed Jace, when you realized you didn't have any clothes on, not that it mattered as it was just the three of you; it was just sort of odd. Tyler handed Jace over to you.

"Hey, mommy's boy. Are you hungry?" Taking Jace's pacifier out of his mouth, you set it on the nightstand, while Tyler cuddled closer to the two of you. Jace usually latched on quickly, but he seemed to be a bit disgruntled tonight, squirming around and starting to fuss. You let him cry a bit before trying again and having no success. "Maybe he's wet."

"I just changed him," Tyler told you, now sitting up beside you in the bed. "What's wrong bud?" Jace just cried louder. He acted hungry but just didn't want to eat. Tyler reached across and put his pacifier in, which he suckled on with enthusiasm.

"He definitely seems hungry."

"Yeah, he's chomping on that thing, pretty good." You took the pacifier out and tried again, now that you knew for sure your little man wanted food. Jace just turned his head away with a loud cry.

"I don't know what to do, this has never happened before," you told Tyler. Between Jace's cries and your full breasts, they started to leak, and you handed the baby over to Tyler. "Let me go pump some and put it in a bottle for him." As soon as you had a couple ounces of milk, you put it in a bottle for Jace to try. He rejected it once again, his cries now filling the house and you felt like the worst mother in the world since you didn't know what to do. Even the dogs were upset as their baby brother sobbed and sobbed. "What time is it? Maybe I can call my mom." You looked at your phone, seeing some notifications on them but paying them any mind. It was four in the morning and you knew calling would set your parents into a panic attack, but then you were freaking out yourself at the moment. You were just about to call your mom when you thought about the nurse telling you to keep some formula on hand just for cases like this.

Tyler was still rocking Jace back and forth in his arms when you flew out to the kitchen, opening the pantry and scouring it for the formula. As you found it, you heard Tyler's voice. "Babe, what are you doing?"

"I remembered the nurse saying something about trying formula if this happened. I thought she meant in the first few days but I'm willing to give it a try." It had now been over an hour that your baby was crying and your hands were literally shaking as you got the formula ready. Which was silly really, because all babies got fussy at times, this was just Jace's first time and it was setting you on edge. Thank god Tyler was here to help you through it. "It's ok Jace, mommy's almost done."

Twisting the cap on the rubber nipple, you handed the bottle over to your husband as you watched Jace's face with unblinking eyes. His little face scrunched up at first and he seemed to fight it, and you were ready to burst into tears, but then he started to suck. "I think he likes it." As soon as the words left Tyler's mouth you started to cry. "Babe, he's fine. It's ok." He moved closer to your side unable to get an arm around you like he wanted to.

"I know and I'm happy about that, but why wouldn't he take mine?" you sniffled out and realized you were standing in the kitchen naked, crying, while your son took his bottle happily from his father who also wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. "Oh my god, we are a fucking mess." You hiccupped, between tears and laughter now.

Tyler chuckled, leaning the bottle on his chest as he wiped your tears away quickly. "Thank god no one else is here." You'd only made two ounces and Jace downed half of that faster than you thought, so you went and made two more just in case. It had been several hours since he'd eaten and with all his crying, the poor little thing was starving. Ty propped him up on his shoulder patting his little back to burp as you both went back into your bedroom. You still had his bassinet down there and figured if he fell asleep, you'd just put him there instead of taking him back to his crib. Tyler sat down on the bed, and Jace let out a blech so loud you thought it was your husband. "Uh babe, can you get me a towel?" You peered around Tyler's shoulder only to notice Jace's spit up running down his back and you just burst out laughing.

"We're really a shitshow tonight."

"Please don't say shitshow." And you only laughed harder as Tyler tapped his son's butt. "We don't need to add a blowout tonight. Do we bud?" By the time you got back with a wet washcloth, Tyler was feeding Jace his second bottle. He fell asleep about halfway through. "Poor little guy, you tired yourself out, huh?" You kissed his sweet little head before Tyler laid him down in the bassinet, the two of you exhausted as well.

"What time do you have practice?" You asked Ty, as you crawled back into bed.

"Not until ten, so I don't have to be up until seven-thirty." He joined you under the covers cuddling you close. "Let's go back to sleep for a bit." He dropped a kiss to your lips and the two of you slept for a couple hours, waking before Jace.

Tyler was off to practice when Jace finally woke up. He was your happy little man for a bit, but again when it was time to nurse he just wasn't having it. Rather than make him upset, you opted to just give him formula, then decided to call his doctor. Who basically told you, that babies went through this from time to time and that if it went on for a few more days, to call and you could discuss some options. She also reassured you that if you started weening Jace, he would be absolutely fine. You felt a little better after talking to her about everything.

It was close to noon when you finally got to put Jace down for a nap and you picked up your phone. There were several missed phone calls from Jenna, so you pressed her name and called her back. She didn't even give you time to say hello. "Finally, are you ok?"

"Yeah, Jace is on a boob strike at the moment and was incredibly fussy last night."

"Boob strike?"

"Yeah for some reason he decided he doesn't want to nurse and only wants formula." You still were upset by this, but were trying to comes to terms with it after your conversation with the doctor. "I know it's weird considering he's Tyler's child." When Jenna didn't laugh at your joke, you found yourself saying, "Is something else wrong?"

"Umm…"

"Spit it out, Jenna."

"Well, they're gone now, as Alandra took all the comments off." You remembered then that Alandra had posted on Instagram last night at the game, so you could only assume that the same person who sent you the direct message about cheating was up to no good.

"They're, as in multiple?"

"Yeah," Jenna's voice was weak as she confirmed your suspicion. "They weren't good (Y/N)."

"So, what did they say?"

"There were a couple that just said you baby trapped Tyler, which we both know isn't true." It was actually the furthest thing from the truth though having Jace was the best thing that happened to you. "There were two that said Tyler is cheating on you." Jenna hurriedly followed that comment up. "Which I know isn't true at all. I mean Tyler loves you more than anything and Jamie agrees. Plus he told me that when they were on the last road trip all Tyler did was talk to you and Jace or mope around because he wasn't with you guys."

"I know he wouldn't cheat Jenna." You sighed heavily before telling her the rest. "Someone sent me a message saying that same thing but the picture was an old fan pic. It's probably just some fangirl that upset he's off the market, at least that's what I told Tyler." You also told him not to look into it further and you still stood by that. "I'm sorry that they came on Alandra's story like that though. I'll have to call her and apologize."

"I talked to her. She just feels bad she didn't turn the comments off until this morning." Jenna paused but you could tell there was more. "There was one other thing." When she didn't continue you prompted her. "There was one saying that Jace isn't Tyler's son."

"What the fuck? Why would someone say that?"

"I know right? I mean, it said something about how you'd slept with all these men and were now passing Jace off so you could get money from Tyler." The more she told you, the more livid you got.

You were pacing around the kitchen, anger radiating off of you. "Who the fuck would say that? It's not true and you know it."

"I know and god you were only with that one dickhead and not for that long. How anyone would know about that I have no clue? Besides, Jace is like a mini Tyler anyone can see that. I just wanted to give you a heads up as I'm sure Tyler will be fuming when he finds out."

God, she was right. He was going to be so pissed. "Thanks, Jenna. I'm just so mad right now. I would throw something if it wouldn't walk up Jace."

"Do you want me to come over? I'll hold the pillow for you to punch as long as you promise not to miss." That made you laugh, but only a little.

"No, I'm fine, but I may take you up on that offer at some point." Just then you heard the garage door opening. "Ty's home. I'm sure this is going to be fun. I'll call you later ok?"

"You better and remember take some deep breaths."

"Thanks." You hung up the phone right as Tyler slammed the mudroom door. "Quieter please, Jace is sleeping."

"Sorry," He whispered out harshly. "I'm just so fucking mad right now. You will never believe what the guys just told me."

"That someone posted shit on Alandra's IG? Yeah, I just got off the phone with Jenna."

"That's it (Y/N), I'm calling up my team and seeing what can be done about it. Don't tell me not to." He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and went to slam the door but thought about it and shut it gently after your reminder about Jace.

"I'm not going to argue." He practically spit his water out when he heard that. "I could care less what they say about me, but Jace, that's a different story." You could feel your blood pressure rising still angry at the comments that were made about Jace's paternity. "You don't believe what they said do you?" Tyler pulled his eyebrows together and you didn't know if he was asking you about what remarks you were talking about or if he was simply saying how could he believe them. So you found yourself saying, "The part about Jace not being yours."

"Jesus no." He set the bottle down and grabbed you instead. "(Y/N), I know without a doubt that Jace is my son. I've never questioned that…ever!" He dropped a kiss to your lips. "Ever, do you understand me?" You nodded when he pulled back slightly and suddenly tears were flooding your eyes. It wasn't the fact that Tyler believed you, for you knew that he did. It was just everything in the last twenty-four hours, the game, Jace not nursing, and now this. Tyler wrapped you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head as you cried. "We'll find out who's doing this babe." Tyler was right. He would get his people on it and then the whole matter would be settled. Until then you just planned to lay low on social media. Once you calmed down, he held you at arm's length. "Now why don't you go take a hot bath and just relax a little."

"Jace just laid down. We should have a little time." You quirked a brow at him. "Why don't you join me."

"Mmm, I like that idea even better." He twisted you so your back was to him then swatted your ass. "Let me just go kiss my son and I'll be right there."

You went into your en suite and started to run the water, putting in some bath salts to make it more relaxing. You could hear Tyler on the monitor with your son. "Hey bud," he whispered softly careful not to wake him. "You keep sleeping so I can have some time with mommy and daddy will get you anything you want when you get bigger." You had to laugh at your husband already trying to bribe his son. You made a mental note to not like Tyler buy everything your child wanted in the future. "I love you, Jace. Daddy's going to protect you and mommy." It melted your heart to hear his words. You heard him close the door and you quickly got in the tub, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping on his conversation with Jace.

Tyler quickly stripped his clothes then crawled in the bath behind you. The tub was large and made for two people, though you hadn't gotten too many chances to use it since you moved in. "Mmhmm," Tyler said settling in behind you. "I missed things like this with you." You leaned back against his chest, as his hands slid around your middle then up to idly play with your breasts.

"I missed this too." Turning slightly, you leaned up urging Tyler to kiss you, which he happily obliged. His fingers tweaked and pinched your nipples as his lips pressed against yours. You could feel Tyler's erection pressing against your bottom as you melted into him. His lips ghosted down to the hollow of your neck where he sucked and nipped, probably leaving a mark but you didn't care, instead, you just moaned out your pleasure. "Mmm, Ty." You felt one of his hands glide down your stomach so that his fingers could slip in between your pussy lips. Though you knew you probably had at least an hour, the way Tyler made your body feel had your hips seeking more in just this short amount of time.

"I love how you're still so eager for me babe," Tyler breathed out as he continued to finger you.

"Always Ty, I will never stop wanting you." It was true, even after the two of you broke up, you still craved him. Needed him really, almost as much as you needed air to breathe. Jace had brought you back together; had made you love each other even more, and you would let nothing and no one come between you now. Tyler hit your g-spot, bringing you out of your musings and back to the pleasure only he knew how to make you feel. "I need you, Ty."

"I'm right here baby." He whispered in your ear, before taking your earlobe between his lips, gently tugging on it. His fingers worked faster to bring you closer to the edge. Your hips thrusting of their own accord as he coaxed you to orgasm. Water sloshed around with your movements and though you were close you wanted his cock inside you when you finally came.

You halted his fingers, then lifted up so you could turn around and straddle his hips. He helped you sink back into the water and onto his cock. He filled you inch by inch until he was fully engulfed inside you. Cupping your face, he brought your lips to his, in a searing kiss as you started to ride him. More water lapped around your naked bodies and you knew some of it was getting on the floor but didn't care as you rode Tyler. "I love you, Ty."

"I love you too (Y/N)." It wasn't long before you were building up a frenzied pace, one that had you both panting with need as you worked toward climax. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. His one hand slid to your clit, where he flicked the little nub, and then you were there. Moaning out his name as the orgasm hit you. Your pussy spasmed around him and with a few thrusts of his hips, he followed you into that heavenly bliss. The two of you laid there, bodies cooling just as the water around did you. You weren't sure how long you laid there, but then you heard the familiar gurgles of your little boy. "Looks like someone is waking up."

"Ugh, I thought he would sleep longer." You told Tyler.

"Well, he's not crying yet." He slapped your ass playfully. "Let me up and I'll go check on him."

"Mmm, have I mentioned how much I love you." You leaned back on the other side of the tub to let Tyler out.

"Maybe once or twice, but you can tell me again tonight after Jace goes to bed." Tyler winked then threw a towel around his waist before heading up to go check on the baby. Your life really was perfect, except for the fact that someone was definitely trying to break up your family.

#Nervous Regrets Series #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin smut #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl smut #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #hockey smut #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nervous regrets

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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I Put a Spell on You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2256

Warnings: fluffff. So much freaking fluff.

A/N: this was supposed to be a short drabble but things got outta hand quite literally and now I have this. I couldn’t not write something for Halloween so I hope you enjoy this :)

You assumed Wanda understood that you felt uncomfortable by her invitation to the small halloween party she was having when you continued to say no but then she barged into the coffee shop a few hours ago and demanded you get off your shift a little early and grab your costume.

“For the last time, I really don’t think that’s a good idea Wanda. I’m like an outlier and it’ll be very obvious and I’d rather not have anyone think I’m there because-”

“Y/N shut up, you’re coming. Literally everyone knows you by now and I’d highly doubt anyone will think that way. As a matter of fact, someone was super excited when I said I invited you.” Wanda grabbed her coffee from your hand before you even placed a cover on it.

“You’re lying...who was it?” You tried not to sound too excited, hoping she’d tell you it was a certain introvert who spent most of his afternoons in your little cafe writing and doodling. When she didn’t respond, you turned around and saw her already smiling at you.

“Y/N, go sign out.” You heard your boss yell out from across the shop and you knew Wanda had already spoken to her.

“Fine, but know that I don’t like any bit of this.” You took your apron off and walked past your boss, shaking your head at her when she told you she couldn’t deny any request by any of the Avengers. Quickly grabbing your things, you walked towards your place with Wanda and refused to wear the costume she brought for you.

“Why not? You’ll look really cute in this.”

“You mean I’ll look desperate. No thank you I already have one.” Throwing your things on the couch, you walked into your room to freshen up and grabbed the home-made costume before putting on some light make up and walking out.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? That could barely pass as a home-made costume.” She complained about the shirt and your lack of ideas to which you ignored before exiting your apartment

“I’ll have you know, I wore this to class yesterday and pretty much everyone was triggered. That shit is terrifying Wanda. I’m serious.” You attempted to convince her that your sense of humor was spot on but she ignored you all the way to the tower. Once you got there, Wanda handed you a special tag to wear so no one would stop you when you try to go anywhere.

“This will get you anywhere you want...actually, no. Anywhere you’re allowed to be in.” She sipped her coffee before pushing you towards the elevator, already hoping that everyone was on time so you wouldn’t feel awkward.

When the elevator rang, Wanda walked out and turned around, only to see the nervousness seeping through your clothes. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just us Y/N. Pretend we’re at the coffee shop.” She smiled at you and you wished her assuring words would work but your nerves got the best of you.

As soon as you stepped out, you heard screaming and yelling from the opposite end of the room. Walking behind Wanda, you watched a bunch of middle aged men and women screaming at each other while carving pumpkins, laughing to yourself when you saw how invested Steve was in his own pumpkin. You didn’t announce your arrival right away, wanting to watch them in their “natural habitat” before things got awkward.

You were doing a fairly good job standing on the side and sipping some of the green juice from the large cauldron when you felt something pull on your shirt. Looking down, you saw a young boy staring at you with chocolate all over his face and his hands, which were now on your jeans. You laughed at his carelessness before kneeling down and smiling at him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

“I’m Nathaniel. Why aren’t you wearing a costume?” He asked in all seriousness and you had to stop the laugh from erupting so he doesn’t think you were laughing at him. “I am actually wearing a costume. This is what some grown-ups are afraid of.”

“You’re afraid of a chocolate bar?” He asked again and this time, you couldn’t help but laugh at his innocence.

“Oh no sweetheart, this is the Bar Exam. It’s a little different from a chocolate bar. It’s like a test, a really very hard test that I have to take.”

“Well, if you study for it, won’t you pass?” He tilted his head to the side and you pouted at how cute he was

“I wish it were that easy buddy.” You ruffled his hair and watched as he smiled up at you before taking a chunk out of the chocolate frog in his hand.

“Hey little guy, didn’t I tell you to make sure you wipe your hands before grabbing anyone?” You knew who it was instantly, and wished you tried a little harder with how you looked. Looking up, you saw the one and only Bucky Barnes smiling down at you, the expression growing wider when he saw the way you reacted to him.

As much as you tried, you couldn’t hold back the starstruck expression you held. This was Bucky for god’s sake but his costume made it worse; his long hair was slicked back in a ponytail and not covering his face anymore. And my god, those eyes were such a vibrant blue, especially with the glasses adorning his sharp features. Then there was the cardigan and jeans that were both at least one size smaller. You didn’t know what he was supposed to be and you honestly didn’t care. All you paid attention to was how absolutely breathtaking he looked

“Wanda didn’t tell me you were coming.” Bucky asked as he grabbed the chocolate out of Nathaniel’s hand so he could clean his hands.

“I- umm, well, I initially said no but you know Wanda. She doesn’t take no for an answer.” You stood up and didn’t know what else to say, watching as Bucky grabbed a wet wipe and rub the melted chocolate from the little boy’s hand before telling him he couldn’t have any more chocolate.

“Hey hey this is your sixth chocolate frog and I’d rather not have Laura come after me. Now, go and see if Steve finished your pumpkin or not.” You watched as the kid ran to Steve and jumped on his lap to see his pumpkin, almost yelping when you felt something rub at your upper thighs.

“Hold still, there’s some chocolate here.” Bucky said as he knelt behind you and rubbed your jeans with a wet towel. “Damn, this kid really went for it huh?”

“Haha uhh yeah, yup. That- ahuha.” You didn’t know what to say, torn between wanting to focus on the hand holding onto your hips while pretending Bucky touching you wasn’t a huge deal.

“There, I got most of it out. Nice costume by the way, really funny.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell Wanda.” You turned away when you saw how intense holding his gaze was and pretended you were getting more juice.

“Wanna carve a pumpkin with us?” Bucky was already walking towards the corner table where Clint’s other kids were sitting.

“I’m not really that talented to be honest, I’d just end up ruining your pumpkins.”

“Nonsense, we have a lot. And no one here is talented...except maybe Steve and I. And I’m definitely not biased.” Bucky smiled at you before motioning for you to follow him. You did silently and ignored Wanda and Natasha’s stares.

Sitting down, you introduced yourself to Lila and Cooper before turning to watch Bucky work his magic.

Within minutes, you were so focused on watching him carve the pumpkin that you didn’t notice when he stole glances at you. He was so talented with the knife and a part of you, the slightly inappropriate one, wished he was using those skills in a different way but you brushed the thought aside. Almost fifteen minutes later, Bucky was giving Lila her pumpkin and smiling when she screamed from how perfect it was.

“My god how did you do that?” You asked, holding the pumpkin up for Lila to take a picture before setting it down to look at it. In the middle of the pumpkin was a flying Tinkerbell with fairy dust all around her. It was both beautiful and on point that you couldn’t help but praise him.

“What can I say doll? I’m talented with my hands,” he watched as you flushed at his comment, knowing fully well you caught onto what he meant. Bucky winked at you before getting up and walking over to Steve to see his pumpkin.

“Now, how about Y/N judges which is the better pumpkin?” Steve asked Bucky and you immediately said no, not wanting to have any kids crying because you favored one super soldier over the other.

“We trust your unbiased opinion Y/N!” Clint said and laughed along with Sam when they saw your semi-angry expression. You honestly couldn’t tell which was better because as precise and beautiful as Bucky’s was, Steve’s was straight up art. He managed to carve out Van Gogh’s Starry Night and use correct shading on a pumpkin and you couldn’t tell which was better.

“Guys I honestly cannot decide. They’re both so unbelievable.” You turned and saw Lila telling you to choose the other one so her brother doesn’t cry and you ended up doing just that. “But I think Steve’s wins because nothing beats Van Gogh.” As soon as you said that, Nathaniel started jumping up and down and stuck his tongue out at Bucky before grabbing another chocolate frog and running to you.

“Here, the winner was supposed to take this one but I’ll give it to you because you’re not a meanie head like Bucky.” You hugged the little kid before taking the chocolate and walking out to the balcony to get some fresh air.

Seconds later, you heard someone clear their throat and asking if they could join you.

“Of course.” You motioned for Bucky to come and didn’t bother to look at him because you knew you’d look away immediately.

“Not gonna lie, I thought you were going to pick me doll.” When you said nothing, Bucky took a deep breath before stepping closer to you, his shoulder brushing your own and causing you to stop chewing on the candy.

“Hurt a man’s feelings darlin’, first you refuse my invitation then you choose Steve’s pumpkin over mine.”

“What invitation? I didn’t refuse your invitation!” You turned to face him and were surprised by how close he was.

“Yeah you did. I asked you weeks ago if you’d wanna come to this party but you said no. Then I asked Wanda to tell you and you still said no. Thank god she’s annoying when it comes to these things.” Bucky watched as realization dawned on your face, smiling when you shyly looked away from him.

“Y/N, look at me.” Bucky whispered, turning around to rest his elbow on the railing while trying to turn your chin towards him.

“N-no.”

“Please.” His request was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“You make me nervous Bucky.” You didn’t mean for those words to come out but once they did, you felt embarrassment wash over you.

“I don’t mean to. I swear I don’t.” He managed to turn you towards him, smiling down at you when he saw the little pout aimed at him.

“I really like you darlin’, and ‘ve been trying to talk to you for weeks but you just get so busy at work and I don’t mean to bother you when your shift is over. But...is this okay?” He leaned down and whispered those words against your cheek, making you shiver from the close proximity and his cologne.

“This- is m-more than okay.” You responded and Bucky didn’t give you a chance to say anything else, slowly capturing your lips with his and pulling you closer to him until you only felt him. His hands rested on your waist and when he saw you responding to his touches, he dared to grab your neck and push you aggressively to him.

“Goddamn, what’re you doing to me doll? It’s like you put a spell on me and I- shit, I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you baby.”

“I c-could ask you the same thing, especially with those glasses.” You laughed at his boyish grin, noticing the way his neck started to blush at your comment. “Well, you have to thank Wanda for that. She told me you liked men with glasses and I don’t need to wear them on a daily basis. But I could during halloween.”

It was your turn to blush, knowing you needed to both thank and kill Wanda when you saw her.

“Wanna have dinner with me?” Bucky asked, refusing to put any space between the two of you.

“I would love that.” Almost immediately, you heard loud screams and swears coming from the door, looking past BUcky and watching as Steve took money from Tony while Natasha aggressively grabbed the fifty dollar bills from Clint and Sam.

“You just couldn’t wait till Christmas could you?” Sam yelled at Bucky before heading back inside and you couldn’t help but laugh at the happy and annoyed expression on everyone’s face.

“Good thing I listened to Wanda.”

#bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes/tony stark #halloween fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky smut #bucky halloween #sebastian stan

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Made for Me (part 1)

18+ content!!!!

Part 1 of Made for Me

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Lexi!OFC

Word count: 3480

Warning: choking, hair pulling, oral (M/F) receiving, smoking , tied down, master/pet, blindfolded, ice use, toy use, unprotected sex.

Note: this is a fic I created for the amazing @thorne93 since she’s been such an amazing friend and because she wrote me a steamy professor! Tony x reader/ Bruce x reader. I hope this lives up to the standards of smut seeing as it's my first time writing it! Enjoy! Send me some feedback or some love.

Songs played while writing this:

Sexy Dirty Love- Demi Lovato

Come and get it- Selena Gomez

Boyfriend- Ariana Grande

Be Mean- DNCE

Addicted- Saving Abel

We all have that one celebrity crush from when you were a child and for Lexi that person was Hayden Christensen, having grown up watching him be Anakin was amazing the work he does as that character was always something that she admired and not to forget how gorgeous he was. The one thing that we all have fantasies about is being able to meet our crush and be with them, what she didn’t know was that her biggest fantasies were just about to all come true.

Lexi has been looking forward to the Star Wars convention all summer long and it was finally here. She went alone as her best friend hadn’t been able to make it.

After getting to the convention center she had grabbed her poster and a few other things. Lexi had a good feeling about today.

“Woah! There’s so many cosplayers here!” She exclaimed to herself.

She walked around looking at all the booths. There were a few things she would go back to get later on in the day there had been a replica of Anakin’s saber that she had been looking to get for sometime and knew she would get it before the autograph signings.

New to being a cosplayer she had created a gender-bent version of Anakin when he had been turning to the dark side.

The corset was a dark brown and the skirt was dark brown fading to black. She had the hood on and wore contact lenses to show the red eyes . Many other people came up to her asking for pictures. This made her more confident and when she got the replica lightsaber she knew she was ready for when she met Hayden Christensen. She’d gone to get in like pretty early but was still surprised to see how long the line was.

A few more people were in front of her before getting to him.

“Ahhh I can’t believe I’m about to meet Hayden!” She squeals. And a person behind her agrees. They chat to pass the time until she’s next.

“Next!” Said the person who was passing the fans in.

Lexi walked up to the table and was met with a very smiley Hayden and her heart skipped a beat getting to be this close to him.

“Wow! Can you give me a turn please? That cosplay is spectacular” he said to her completely blown away by how beautiful she looked in the female version of his character.

“Umm… s-sure” she blushed.

He could tell she was a bit flustered and he liked it. Not getting to see her eyes clearly he went around the table.

“Do you mind if I pull the hood back?”

“N-no not at all Hayden.”

Getting closer Lexi was able to see his blue-gray eyes she was completely entranced by them.

He’s a lot closer than she thought he’d be. Lexi felt the warmth of his breathing as he took off her hood.

“Whoa neat! Your wearing contact is similar to the one I wore.”

“Really? I looked everywhere for some that look the closest to them.”

“Well I gotta say you did some great work with this, mind if we get a picture?”

“I would love to Hayden”

He pulled out his phone and took a selfie and then had someone do a full body for him.

“Hey do you have an Instagram? I’d like to send these to you so you can have a copy.”

“Yeah umm here let me type it into your phone.”

He handed her his phone and he can’t seem to stop looking at her. Or that when they met at the convention they would hit it off and there was something that he found mesmerizing about Her.

“Here let me sign the light saber and anything else you have.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Hey can you tell me your name?”

“ Its Lexi”

“That's a cool name, to Lexi the greatest female Anakin I’ve ever met”

“Thanks again this means a lot.”

“I’m glad I got to meet you Lexi” he goes and hugs her and kisses her cheek. Taking a step back he sees she’s blushing. He winks at her and walks back behind the booth.

Lexi has never been this flustered and quickly pulls the hood back on to hide her reddening cheeks. What she hadn’t noticed was that he had written his number on the back of her poster.

That very night Lexi and her friend Shannon shared screens to watch a movie and they talked about what happened at the convention.

“You're not gonna believe this but Hayden asked for my Instagram”

“No way! Omfg lucky you, now I really wish I'd been there to see your reaction’

“ Remember that cosplay said I was gonna do for the gender bent Anakin”

“You actually took it nice what did he say”

“He actually wrote a little message on my poster saying that I was the best female Anakin he’s ever met. “

“Why did he want your Instagram for though?”

“He took a picture of me with him as a selfie and then he asked someone to take a full body picture both of us together and he wanted me to have a copy”

“Lucky girl I bet you were freaking out.”

“I couldn’t stop blushing he was really close to me like upfront he took off my hood so you can see my contacts”

“You sound so smitten right now Lexi gosh I bet all the others were jealous”

They’d finished watching the movie and had a long conversation. Lexi went back to working on some of her things for her blog when she got a little notification on her phone. She picked up the phone to see what it was only to discover that it was a following request by none other than Hayden Christensen. Lexi couldn’t believe she was seeing this, he really did follow her. she was wondering whether she was dreaming or not so she clicked confirm.

Soon a message popped up saying “ Hey Lexi I hope you don’t mind me just here to send you the pictures. It was really great seeing you and in the cosplay. I hope I get to see you some other time”

She was shocked he wanted to see her again but he’s a famous actor and thought she’s a simple fan now he’s probably saying that just to be nice so she texted back “Thank you for the pictures I hope I see you at the next convention.”

After that Lexi put her phone down and turned it off going back to what she was working on. She wanted to talk to him but she didn’t know if Hayden would actually respond so she said to herself, “I think I’ll just continue working on what I was writing, I doubt he actually wants to talk to me just another one of his million fans”

Hayden didn’t really know how he would start off his message so he sort of went out on a whim and sent that he “Cannot believe he met her, she is such a gorgeous woman and the cosplay was unbelievable there was just something about her that he couldn’t quite stop thinking about, in a way she was very unique” and there was just this little feeling he had what he needed to see her again, although his work schedule may not allow it this soon he knew he’d find a way to see her.

Few months pass and nothing happened he didn’t text her because of filming but that maybe she would text him first to be honest he was very nervous he didn’t know exactly how he would start off a conversation with her he really wanted to get to know her but he felt that through text won’t be the same he wanted to see her talk about herself and see how she reacted and how she expresses herself.

Lexi was a little bummed out that she never heard back from him after the last thing he texted her. She hadn’t replied because she just didn’t know how to reply. After a while she really believed that just maybe he won’t want to talk to her but seeing as she hasn't given a single reply she went back to her life being a blogger, go to school doing her thing until she her phone dinged “Lexi I wanted to know if you were free sometime tonight I’d like to meet up.” It said but quickly he added “if that’s OK with you”

She was thrilled and scared because Hayden is one of her favorite actors ever and to just simply be texting him was a dream come true. Not wanting to leave him hanging again she replied “I’m free at 7 tonight. Where do you want to meet?”

“Great I’ll see you then ;)”

“Wait how will we meet up, I live in Tennessee?”

“Don’t you worry about that I’ll have everything ready.”

A little confused she went along with it. She had faith in him and whatever it was he was planning. Lexi was beyond thrilled and nervous because she was gonna meet up with Hayden Christensen! Her forever actor crush.

Even though she still had 3 hours until they meet up she began planning what she would wear. She wanted something casual but also cute. So she went for one of her go to outfits. Having her current hair color be pink, blue and purple she just washed and let it air dry in it’s cascade. As for her makeup she kept it simple with some blush, mascara and some matte lipstick.

As she finished getting ready she was screen sharing with her friend and co-writing partner so as not to fangirl so much in front of him. They were watching Awake a movie he happens to be in, her friend hasn't seen it so Lexi showed it to her while commenting throughout the movie Lexi kept her phone nearby so that she could see if she got a text. About halfway through the movie she finally got a text saying that she should come out that there’s a car waiting for her. She was getting excited again and would have to ask him how he knew where she lived.

“Omfg! I just got a text from him saying there’s a car waiting for me!”

“Good luck have fun and tell me all about it!” Shannon told her.

Lexi stepped out of her house and indeed there was a car parked waiting for her. The moment she walked down the stairs she was greeted by a chauffeur. He went around and got the door for her and helped her in and she thanked the man. The ride had a bit of a calming silence which had been a big help since Lexi was still very nervous about what the night would bring.

The car had stopped at a new food place that had been opened a few days prior to you going to the convention. The chauffeur got out of the car and opened your door and soon had taken you to the entrance where Lexi was met with Hayden holding some flowers.

“Hey Lexi I hope you liked these I didn’t know if you had a favorite flower so I got a variety of them.”

“Thank you Hayden they look beautiful.”

“They look as beautiful as you do tonight.”

He made her blush with that compliment. “So Hayden, I was wondering how did you ever figure out where I live?”

“Well I actually saw some of the things you posted on Instagram and had some help figuring out where in Tennessee you lived” he said sheepishly. “Don’t tell your friend but she was a big help too.” he smiled

Lexi was really at a loss of words because he went to all this trouble just to want to hang out with her. The night was spent getting to know each other as if they’ve been friends for years. Throughout the night he just couldn’t stop smiling at the way that Lexi spoke about her writing and the things she does. It had been over 4 hours since they were at the restaurant, not wanting the night to end just yet Lexi got bold enough to ask where he’s planning to stay,

There’s a little hotel not far from here that I was planning to get a room at.”

“Well after such a great time tonight I wanted to invite you to my home I have a spare bedroom there that you could use,” she shyly said. “The least I can do is make your stay here in Tennessee relaxing.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you, I was actually hoping to get a chance to do some sight seeing here, I was hoping you could show me around?”

“I would love to do that, how about we head home for now and we can make a list of what you might want to see?”

“Sure, lead the way darling” he moved to the side so that she could get back to the car. He put his hand on her lower back as they walked out of the restaurant.

Once they arrived at her house she led him to the guest room that was right next to hers and left him alone so that he could get set up and comfy. While that happened she changed into a big shirt and some shorts that she normally wore around the house. Meanwhile in the other room Hayden had gotten settled and changed from his outfit into a plain t-shirt and some sweatpants. After that he walked to what he assumed was the living room and looked around, there were many pictures of Lexi with her friends and family.

He was admiring her book collection when she walked in and asked, “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“No, I'm fine thanks for asking” he headed for the couch and sat down.

Lexi couldn’t help but watch him walk over to the couch. He looked so good in sweatpants. She stifled a groan at how turned on she was getting by the way he was dressed or how relaxed he looked in her home.

“I noticed you were looking at my book collection anything in there that caught your attention?”

“Yeah there were a few that I might take a look at later on if you don’t mind”

“Not at all, you’re welcome to borrow whichever you find most interesting.”

“That’s very kind of you Lexi, for tonight and everything”

“It’s no problem at all, but I should be thanking you for such an amazing night”

"You don’t mind if I open this window for a quick smoke do you?” he seemed a little nervous about asking.

"Go right ahead, make yourself at home" she waved at him. feeling less nervous now that they seem comfortable around each other.

He walked over to the window seat and opened the one window, there was a nice breeze out and he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and his lighter, but what he doesn’t know is that Lexi loves seeing him smoke in movies and knowing that he actually smokes is even more nerve wracking. He notices that she’s started to rub her thighs together and figures out that she likes his little bad habit and he’s enjoying that it’s the little things that he does can easily get her turned on. She doesn't even know that he actually heard her moan when he walked over to the couch.

he turned back over to the window to blow the smoke out. he walked back to the couch where Lexi was now sitting at and sat close by her, being this close to her he could see the shade of brown that her eyes were a mix between milk and dark chocolate and even though they've known each other for a few hours he has this urge to pin her to the couch and mark her so everyone knows who she belongs to. He knew however he would have to wait and hope that he can show her that he wants to be a part of her life. He wasn't really sure if she would feel the same about him the way he feels about her.

He rubbed his hand on his chin and felt the small beard he was growing he would need to shave soon or else it would begin to bother him, plus the film he was going to be a part of required he have a clean shaven face. Lexi however thought he looked good with the beard, it was a nice change to always seeing him have a baby face on screen or at conventions.

“So what brought you to this quiet little town?” he started asking hoping to get to know her more.

“My family lived here for most of my childhood and I’ve never really considered leaving this place” she played with her hair and looks up “don’t get me wrong I do wish I could travel more but there’s ever really been a chance to do that.”

“Sounds like this place is your little slice of heaven, I’d be lucky if I had a place like that myself.” He places his arm behind her and his fingertips lightly brush her shoulders

“If you could go to one place in the world where and why?”

She shivered feeling his fingers ghost over her shoulder. “If I could go somewhere I think it would be Venice because I love the culture and the food too,” she blushed. “I think it would be an amazing place.”

This gave him an idea as to where he could take her next time, he hoped there would be more things he’ll be able to plan with her or for her.

“So tell me Mr. Celebrity, what’s it really like?” Lexi teased him. “Is it really like they say?”

“And what exactly do they say?”

“That's mostly paparazzi, glitz and glam?” she cocked her head.

“Well for the most part it can be but I'm not really one for that I like to keep my life as simple as possible.” he smiles at her. He can’t help but feel so relaxed around her. “That’s why you hardly see anything about me on tv”

“Well if anything the moments you are on tv are the best.” she blushes.

The rest of the time was spent talking about anything and everything. There were moments of silence but they weren’t awkward. She felt as if she’d already gotten to know him so much more than she’d ever expect and he felt the same way there was so much they both still wanted to know about each other but this wasn't the time for that. Later on they’d both come to find that they equally had the same interests sexually. They talked for hours on end that night till Lexi realized that it was 3 am and they still planned on going out to do some sightseeing.

It had been hard for Lexi to fall asleep knowing she had her childhood crush sleeping in her guest room let alone knowing she’d be spending the whole day with him seeing all over the place she called home. Sleep finally found her and all she could dream about was Hayden sitting at the window smoking looking so gorgeous under the light of the moon. She woke up pretty early and headed out for a quick jog hoping that would bring her some energy for the day.

Hayden had woken up a little after she had gone on her run so he had taken his time trying to figure out what they could do. He laid in bed for a bit searching for things nearby hoping he might get to see some exciting stuff or even get to see her favorite places here. Once he had an idea on what to do he tossed his shirt on the bed and grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower letting it steam up for a bit. Neither of them had realized that the other was in the apartment.

“Hmm looks like he might still be sleeping, Oh I hope I didn’t keep him up too late” she said to herself as she headed to the kitchen to drink some water, Meanwhile Hayden was getting his things in order to shower. Unaware of him being in the bathroom she went to her room to grab some fresh clothes for the day and headed for the bathroom the door was pretty thick so she couldn't hear the water running. She walked in and was surprised when she bumped right into a very much naked Hayden.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⁂ How Do You Love? (Tenipuri) o2

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Morning came quicker than I would’ve liked and I found my eyes peeling open just as the sun started to shine through the curtains. I glanced at the clock and sighed; seven o’clock. On the off chance that I did manage to fall asleep again, I probably wouldn’t wake up soon enough to catch our taxi. I looked over at my brother and smiled, throwing the covers back and grabbing my cell phone.

Ryoma was still fast asleep, sprawled out on his back. Wrapped in his arms was a plush cat that looked exactly like his real cat, Karupin. I snapped a quick picture of the cute scene before quietly leaving the bedroom to let him sleep. That boy would never admit it, but I know that he’s happy to be returning home, if only for the fact that he’ll get to see his precious Karupin again. Who could blame him, though? That cat is hella freaking cute.

I grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the fridge before falling onto the couch. I had about three hours of free time before it was time to head to the airport. Ryoma should wake up around eight and then I can make him a quick breakfast if he’s hungry. I had packed our things yesterday so I don’t have that to worry about.

“In the meantime,” I exchanged my soda for the Playstation controller. “Time to kick some ass in some drift events.”

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It was exactly 10:45 when we reached the airport. While I carried both our bags to the terminal, Ryoma darted over to the vending machines. I waited for him to return with a grape soda for him and a DP for me. We showed the woman our passports and ticket and boarded the plane without any issue. While I was busy putting our bags in the compartment above our seats, Ryoma stole my window seat.

I scowled at him, taking the seat next to him in the middle of the row – which his ass was supposed to be in. Like always, I gave in to my baby brother and let him have his way.

“Excuse me… miss?” The stewardess – a young thing no more than twenty-five – leaned down toward me with a nervous expression. “It seems there was a mix up with seats.”

I narrowed my eyes. I know this bitch isn’t about to tell me I have to move seats.

She refused to look at me as she swallowed hard, obviously intimidated. “Umm… well…”

A scoff came from behind her as a boy moved to stand next to her. He was tall, probably about six foot, and he was dressed in a basketball uniform. His hair was sandy brown in color, his eyes slate gray and his skin tanned. He looked around the same age as myself.

He stepped forward. “They gave my seat to some man-hungry middle-aged woman. The only available seat is next to you. You mind?”

I shrugged. “Go for it,”

The boy threw his bag into the compartment before taking the empty seat on my right. The smell of Irish spring reached my nose. Well, at least this boy had good taste in soap.

Ryoma leaned forward to get a better look at him. “Hey, what’s your name?”

The boy glanced at him. “Rei Shishido,”

“Hmm, you’re not from the states, are you?”

“No,” He answered shortly, probably wondering if he should go into detail.

“We’re stuck together for fourteen hours. Let’s get along, senpai~”

I rolled my eyes at my brother’s attitude, sliding down in my seat to get more comfortable. He did have a point, but I wasn’t too interested – we’d probably never even see this kid again. The real question is, why is Ryoma so interested? It was unlike him.

“I’m from Tokyo, returning from a basketball tournament. You?”

“Ryoma Echizen. Tennis tournament.”

I suddenly felt eyes on me and looked up to find both males staring at me. “The fuck are you lookin’ at me like that for?”

Ryoma sighed, motioning toward me with his hand. “This is my nee-chan, Lux.”

Why the hell did I need to be introduced? I wasn’t even part of their conversation.

“Neh, senpai, what school do you attend?”

“Rikkai Daigaku. It’s in the Kanagawa prefecture.”

My body tensed, my left eye twitching. Okay, so maybe we would see each other again… I noticed Ryoma’s smirk out of the corner of my eye. So this is what he was playing at, the cheeky brat. How did he know? Was my baby brother psychic or something?

“What a coincidence, that’s the school my nee-chan is going to attend. Please take care of her for me, senpai~”

“Ryoma,” I narrowed my eyes at him and he tried to pull off this innocent look. It was completely shadowed by the smug smirk, though. I swear to god when I see Kenko, I’m gonna beat his ass. Can’t he keep anything to himself? He’s just like my old man. How meddlesome.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll do my best.” Rei responded, shocking the both of us – not only with his response but also because he was hiding pink cheeks behind his tan hand.

“Don’t force yourself,” I muttered. Ryoma was trying to stifle his laughter but failed when I glared at him.

The rest of the flight passed without incident. Ryoma spent most of the time reading tennis magazines and sleeping. I spent it playing racing games on my Vita. Rei had tuned us out with his headphones.

The plane landed shortly after one in the morning.

Ryoma was fast asleep against the window. I shook him lightly but he only groaned softly, so I decided it would be less work just to carry him. I slid my arms under his small body, bringing him to my chest. He shifted with another groan, wrapping his arms around my neck. When I turned around, Rei was standing in the aisle with his bag slung over one shoulder and ours thrown over the other. Rather than questioning him, I just nodded my thanks when I brushed past him.

“Who’s coming to pick you up?” He questioned.

“Our old man, if he didn’t forget. What about you?”

“My dad.” He shifted the bags when they started to fall. “Maybe my younger brother.”

“Luxray-chan~!”

My body tensed up as a tick mark appeared below my eye. “Kenko,” I growled out, my narrowed eyes quickly searching the crowd of people until I found him. I met him halfway, kicking my leg up to slam the bottom of my boot into his face. “I’m not a fucking pokemon, you asshole!”

“O-Oi!” Rei called in surprise, his voice laced with worry and confusion.

“Welcome home, Miss Winchester~!” Kenko grinned from his position on the ground. His hand was holding his bright red nose, muffling his words. “Your old man was busy, so he sent me to pick you up.”

“Why does this feel planned?”

“Because it was.”

“Kenko.”

“Yes?”

“You’re lucky I’m holding Ryoma.”

“I know.” He smiled, pulling himself to his feet. His violet eyes landed on Rei and his smile dropped, attitude changing from cheerful to tense. “Shishido-san.”

“Yasujirou.” Rei’s attitude didn’t change – he still looked confused.

I raised a brow at my friend. “I take it you two know each other.”

He forced a bright smile. “We’ve both gone to Rikkai high since first year.”

“Heh, I sense some hostility, Kenko-senpai.” Came Ryoma’s cocky voice from my arms. This was the first time he had met Kenko in person, though they’ve talked on the phone numerous times before. “You can put me down now, nee-chan.”

I placed him on his feet.

“No~, there’s no hostility between us at all, chibi-chan.” Kenko honestly should’ve been an actor. Even I almost believed his cheerful demeanor. Almost.

“Bro! There you are.” A younger boy approached Rei. His hair was a darker brown but his skin wasn’t as tan. “Eh? Who are they?”

“No one important.” Kenko gave the boy a closed-eye smile as he took our bags from Rei. “We really should get going, your old man is waiting!” He grabbed both my arm and Ryoma’s in a tight grip, practically dragging us toward the exit despite our protests.

When we made it outside, I ripped my arm from his grip with a scowl. “The fuck is your problem?” He opened his mouth to respond but I cut him off. “And don’t lie to me, idiot.”

“Fine, fine.” He sighed. “Shishido is part of the basketball club, the most brutal club in the entire school. All of the members are cruel, violent, and can’t be trusted. Everyone avoids them if possible. Personally, I don’t trust any of them as far as I can throw them.”

“Which isn’t very far,” I commented.

“He seemed fine to me.” Ryoma shrugged.

“It’s easy to pretend, ne~?” Kenko put on his fake eye-smile again to prove his point.

We exchanged a look before Ryoma shrugged, tugging his cap down. Kenko caught a cab and started to place our bags in the trunk. Before I could slide into the backseat, Ryoma grabbed my wrist and tugged me down so he could whisper in my ear. I snickered at his request and nodded, allowing him to climb in first. Right before Kenko followed, I smacked him in the back of his head making him fall face-first onto the leather seat.

I grinned at him as he shifted to make room for me. “That was for calling him chibi-chan.”

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wndmxmffs · 5 years

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Sleepover

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: basically none

Summary: the reader has a huge crush on Natasha but she’s not entirely sure about the redhead’s feelings, so she’s been trying to keep it a secret which might not work out in the end... I used prompt 29. Shut up and kiss me.

A/N: this is for #Emma’swritingchallenge (@retrobhaddie)! thank you for the chance bby, hope you’ll like it <3

It all started with the first glance you took at her. She was there to welcome you when you first entered the compound, when you officially became an Avenger. You, of course, had already heard a lot about the mysterious redhead called Black Widow as she was one of the most important members of the famous Avengers who had already saved millions of lives several times. You had seen pictures and drawings of her but none of them showed her actual beauty, the one you saw in front of you when you first met. It wasn’t love at first sight, but you definitely did develop a tiny crush on her which had just grown and grown throughout the years you’d spent together fighting the evil and lingering around in the compound. You soon found yourself fantasizing about having Natasha as your girlfriend and that was the moment when you realised you were actually in love with her. You had always tried your absolute best to keep your feelings from ruining something so amazing as your friendship with Natasha because you had always felt like your feelings would never be mutual. A woman like her would never love someone like you, right? Well, wrong. The truth was and had always been, that Natasha did feel the same about you but she was one of the worst when it came to feelings, so she usually just bottled them up and hid them from you, afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings which would lead to the end of your friendship and Natasha would be hurt just again. She thought it was better this way, so she continued suffering silently, just like you, until one day, she asked you if you were down for a sleepover in her room: staying up until the birds start chirping while watching anything that popped up on Netflix and stuffing your faces with all the junk food you could find around the compound. This was something you both needed, since the last mission was real hell and you had to let go of all the stress and anxiety inside. So, you said yes with a heart racing as fast as a sports car at maximum speed and you had to escape to your room not to pass out right on the spot.

So, the day was here and you were trying your best to keep your hands from shaking while you were changing into your pyjamas, taking more time than any human being should during this process. Finally, you were all ready and closed the door of your room before you headed to Natasha’s. She told you not to worry about the snacks, because she would make sure you had enough, but you still brought some popcorn you had put in the microwave earlier as you didn’t want to attend this ‘sleepover’ with empty hands. Natasha was sitting on the edge of her bed, searching for something at least slightly interesting on Netflix to watch when you entered her room. She gave you a lovely smile before turning back to the TV, complaining about how many stupid rom-coms were in her recommendations while you tried not to stare at her gorgeous body for too long.

“You know, it’s not a coincidence that those movies show up…”, you commented, making Natasha get all defensive because she was afraid her ‘bad bitch’ image would crush into pieces in front of her crush.

“Hey! It happened once, okay? And it’s because of Wanda, she told me it’s not like the others! I normally wouldn’t watch any of this garbage.”

You just smiled to yourself, chewing on a piece of popcorn before replying.

“Okay, sorry-sorry, Miss I’m-Way-Too-Badass-For-Rom-Coms”, you said, putting your hands up in defence, smirking at the redhead who just rolled her eyes at you and continued searching for a movie to watch. You were slowly chewing on some popcorn, looking at the never-ending list of films while offering some of the snack to Natasha who just shook her head but told you to feel yourself at home and eat as much of the snacks she found as you’d like.

“They’re mostly Tony’s anyway”, she said, followed by a cocky grin which made you laugh and shake your head in fake disappointment.

“Wow, so you’re a thief now. I have to say, I was expecting better from you, Miss.”

Natasha just chuckled before happily turning to you, announcing she’d found something you’d both enjoy. You both climbed onto the bed, opening all the snacks and started watching the movie after everything was settled. You shared a blanket with Natasha which made the butterflies in your stomach come alive once again, even more because of how close she was to you. You found yourself totally forgetting about the storyline of the film, so you’d lost track almost halfway through when Natasha turned to you and raised her eyebrows. You could feel how flattered you were turning within seconds, so you cleared your throat while looking down at the now empty bowl of popcorn you were holding in your hands. Natasha just smiled to herself before turning back to the TV screen and pointing at the protagonist while chewing on some jellybeans.

“She’s kinda hot, you know…”, she stated, waiting for your jealous reply and once she got it, she knew the game was on. She did feel somewhat guilty for playing with you, but she had a slight suspicion regarding your feelings and she needed to make sure.

You simply furrowed your eyebrows in your confusion and embarrassment, looking at the blonde girl on the screen, slowly getting jealous.

“Umm, I mean… yeah. I mean, she looks lovely but… She’s not really my type, to be honest…”, you muttered, making Natasha smirk even harder and encouraging her to continue.

“Oh, truly? And what is your type?”, she asked, blinking at you totally innocently but it freaked you out more than anything ever had. You were glad you weren’t eating anything right then, because you were sure you would’ve choked on it.

You replied while trying to calm yourself down and trying not to think anything into this simple question. After all, Natasha might have been just trying to get a conversation started without any further intentions. Although, as you were thinking, trying to ignore your racing thoughts, you came across one which was clearly not as strong as all the panicky ones, but gave you some kind of hope. What if she was asking because she was into you? Maybe it was time to actually get your shit together and finally confess. After all, it was almost the finish line and there was basically nothing to lose now. So, you decided to join her little game.

“Well, you know, I’m not really into blondes… I prefer redheads”, you said with your sassiest grin on your face, looking at Natasha from underneath your eyelashes. You saw her smirk vanish and it made you feel incredibly proud of yourself. You put two jellybeans in your mouth while keeping up the eye-contact with Natasha, asking her if she had a specific type. She flashed a fake smile at you, knowing full well that her little game just turned the other way and she was the target now.

“Oh well, you know… I like the kind of eyes you can get lost in. But there is one specific colour that I truly love.”

You looked deep into her eyes, suddenly becoming all serious when you felt your stomach lifting up and down. You truly had to have perfect control right then, otherwise you would’ve been fucked.

“Truly? And what is it?”, you asked all casually, not caring about your anxiety getting more and more intense.

Natasha simply smiled at you before replying, taking a sip of her diet coke. Both of you had forgotten about the movie you were watching but neither of you actually cared.

“Yours.”

This one simple word was all it took to make your eyes widen and your jaw drop to the ground. You saw Natasha’s proud smirk and it made your heart beat even faster than earlier. You honestly couldn’t believe that Natasha, the woman you’d been in love with for ages basically just confessed her feelings for you.

You cleared your throat before trying to gather your thoughts and form them into words. Natasha was watching you, clearly enjoying how flattered you were just again before grabbing the remote control and turning off the volume on the television.

“What do you mean mine? Like… Are you trying to tell me you like me? Because… I really like you. Like really really like you. And I only like one redhead and that would be you. But I’m sorry if that’s not what you actually meant and I’m making everything awkward and ruin our friendship. You can tell me if –“

But you couldn’t finish, because Natasha cut you off while rolling her beautiful eyes.

“Oh my Lord. Just shut up and kiss me.”

You looked at her like you suddenly couldn’t understand English and it took you some long seconds before you could actually open your mouth. But Natasha didn’t let you speak; she simply leaned in, cupped your cheeks and placed a sweet peck on your lips. You didn’t know if it was because Natasha was the one who kissed you this time, or you just simply couldn’t remember your earlier kisses, but this moment felt magical and you felt better than ever before. Natasha’s lips were smooth and sweet because of the chocolate she ate a few minutes before, and the feeling of her skin against yours made your whole body all weak and shaky. When you pulled away and she smiled at you, you couldn’t help but lower your eyes with a muffled chuckle, your fingers gently wrapped around Natasha’s wrist.

“Yes, Y/N, I do like you. Like really really like you”, she whispered before leaning in for another kiss which got longer and more passionate than the first one. At this moment, you could swear you were the happiest person alive.

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trashforeverythingdotcom · 5 years

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Wanderlust

Disclaimer: I’m a newb, and I’ve only seen the Netflix animated series because I don’t have any Castlevania games and, therefore, haven’t played any of them. But I kinda sorta really want to now, lol. The gif isn’t mine, I found it on google images 😔👉👈 also, I was gonna make this an Alucard x reader type of thing but umm… it ended up not being like that cause Aurora’s a cute name, don’t @ me, hah. Crazy, I know. Although I ended up making this an OC x Alucard, if anyone sends a request and stuff I wouldn’t mind making imagines and stuff 😔👉👈 Wow, this came out hella shitty, awesome. Let’s get it, y'all. 😤😤😤 I’m using too many emojis, can I be reported for that? Do I need to put a word-count? I see everyone do that, so I’m gonna do that because I wanna be cool and hip. It’s my way of making up for the fact that I’m writing a lame-ass/unoriginal fanfiction :)

Warnings(?): Cursing, a little Area 51 joke, and stupidity. Stupidity has a recurring role in this fic. It shouldn’t even be a warning, it’s a whole character. It’s the star of this story, okay?

Word Count: 2,528 (at least it’s pretty short)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

A/n: You’ve been warned, proceed with caution 😔

It was a 12-hour-long flight from Florida to Romania and Aurora was hating it. She was bored out of her mind watching other people that were also either bored out of their minds or tired or both. What made matters worse for her was the fact that she didn’t even have the window seat. Her identical twin sister, Marisol, claimed it the moment they’d gotten their plane tickets months ago when they decided to go to Romania to celebrate their eighteenth birthday. The trip seemed like a great idea since their birthday was in July and neither of them started college until the coming spring. Marisol’s justification for taking the seat was that she was older. Older by five minutes. They’d both argued for quite a bit before their mother told her to just go with it and let her sister have the window seat.

She rolled her eyes at the thought of it as she stared at her beloved ‘older by five minutes’ twin sister. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer."

"Oh, fuck you.” She answered quickly, rolling her eyes once more. She crossed her arms and legs and turned her body back around so that her backside was leaning back into her seat.

She heard rustling noises and a loud sigh coming from beside her. “Let’s switch seats.”

Aurora scoffed, “what, the window seat isn’t good enough for you anymore?”

“No, it’s great, but you keep eyeing me like last night’s dinner and I want it to stop. Therefore, I hereby forfeit this marvellous window seat for the sake of my sleep and sanity. Mainly sleep. I can’t sleep knowing you’re being a weirdo.”

Aurora smiled and practically jumped out of her seat immediately, shoving her sister to the side as she took the seat that she wanted since the beginning. Even though she was very happy at the moment and thought nothing could bring her down because she’d be looking down at the world below; a voice sounded from the speakers that were built into the air-plane. The voice informed them that they’d be landing in ten minutes and requested that they turn off their phones. Her head snapped to look at her sibling who was visibly amused by her reaction. “You’re such an ass.”

“At least you get to see the touch-down from the window seat.”

Once they’d both gotten off the plane and gone through customs, Aurora made it known to her sister that she was going to use the restroom. Apparently, Marisol needed to go too, because the moment she said that, Marisol told her she’d come with her as they both made their way into the ladies’ room. Aurora entered the first clean stall, and her sister entered the one next to that one. When she finished relieving herself, she stepped out of the stall and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

Aurora had this habit of checking herself out wherever there was a mirror. Whether she thought she looked good at the moment or not made no difference, she couldn’t help but peep and nitpick the little things that were out of place at the time of the viewing and fix them. In this case, it was her long, black curly hair that thought it’d be cute to act up in public. Luckily, her baby bangs weren’t being an issue. Then again, they were pulled back and held in place with bobby pins.

Aurora rubbed her hooded icy blue eyes with her pale white fingers. Her long, almond-shaped nails that were painted black almost scratched the sensitive skin in the process. Moving her fingers upward, she slid them over her thick eyebrows to brush the hair back into place.

With a sigh, she then turned to view her side profile. She was a bit chubby, but the mustard-yellow crop top and shorts she wore complimented her body well and weren’t too tight or too loose on her. And her backpack was a decent pick. Cute and convenient. She managed to stuff two extra outfits in there along with her mp3 players, a hoodie, her chargers, her headphones, and some personal products like tiny bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. She then proceeded to make faces as she pulled her phone out to take mirror selfies. Considering this was a public bathroom, it was pretty clean. The airport cleaning staff must’ve been on top of their game.

Marisol did the same thing after washing her own dirty hands; wetting her hands and running them over her own long and curly black hair before pulling her earrings out of her bag and putting them back on. “My ear was irritated when we got on the plane. Hopefully, it’s fine now,” Marisol explained to her sister. She fixed her v-shaped bangs and stepped back a bit to admire her own figure. Fixing her sweatshirt and pulling her sweatpants up. Although they were technically identical twins, they were different in size. This made it easier to tell the difference between the two of them. Aurora was always the thick one, while Marisol was always the thin one. “Get in. I’m sure mami’s gonna want some proof that we’re still alive.” Marisol ordered as she held her phone up. Being bossy was one of her personality traits. The camera app was open and the rear camera was being used. They quickly took a picture and separated. Immediately after that, Marisol got closer to the mirror to analyse her facial features. “Ugh, I think I have bags under my eyes. Thanks a lot, Rory.”

Cue yet another one of her legendary eye rolls, “so it’s my fault you couldn’t sleep?”

At this rate, her eyes were gonna get stuck.

“Well, you were lookin’ at me for extended periods of time that made me feel very uncomfortable.”

“It’s your fault for taking my seat.”

And those two argued for quite a bit until Aurora noticed something odd: one of the bathroom stalls was emitting purple light. “Lani–” she called, only to get interrupted by her loudness. Lani was a nickname her family had given Marisol since she, as a little girl, thought Mari was too typical.

“Lani.”

“What? What is it now? What do you want? Why should I–”

“Look.” Aurora pointed. Now the other girl was intrigued.

Marisol, being Marisol, thought it’d be smart, a real Albert Einstein move to walk toward the suspicious area. And Aurora made it a point to call her out for it. “Lani, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. There’s a reason why people die in horror movies. They run to the danger rather than from it. What if there’s a bomb or something in there? Why don’t we go tell the security, huh?”

Marisol didn’t listen to her, no surprise there. Instead of listening to her sister, she stepped right into the bathroom stall and disappeared, the purple glow got brighter when she passed through. The brightness lowered a few seconds after Aurora herself had approached it. Needless to say, the teenager was freaking out. Marisol wasn’t much of a magician or a prankster, that she knew of, so how the hell did she manage to just- just… poof?

“Ha ha, Lani, very funny. Cool. You can step out now.” She was feeling uneasy as it was and the period of silence that followed her comment only served to make things more unsettling. She decided to go for the tough mom act in hopes of luring her out. “Marisol Noelani Romero-Văduva, you’d better step the fuck out or else. I’ve just about had enough of your shit.”

“Oh, fuck it,” Aurora muttered before mirroring the other seventeen year old’s actions.

It was pitch black, that was all she could see. Why was that? If her eyes were closed, she should’ve at least been able to see a red colour because of the bright lights inside the building. And it was cold. Very cold. She felt as if she could die of hypothermia, it was that cold. And she could feel the goosebumps all over her body; on her arms and legs. She didn’t think airports could be this frigid.

Aurora was able to hear three distinctive voices get closer and closer to her. “Is she dead?” She heard a woman ask. Or, at least, she was assuming it was a woman since the voice sounded like it belonged to a woman.

“I don’t think she is,” said a man, his voice oddly calm. It was quiet for a short moment before someone else spoke.

“Who cares? Lots of people have been dying these days, let’s just go and get this Dracula business over with,” the man’s voice boomed, ripping through the forest.

“You’re so rude,” the woman spoke again.

“What do you expect from a useless drunk?”

“At least I’m not a blood sucker.”

“Wow, what a great comeback. Are there any more?”

“Yeah, I’ve got some good ones I can shove up your ass, if you’d like.”

Aurora groaned and opened her eyes, sitting up almost as soon as she did so. She looked around, it was awfully dark and she could hardly see anything until her eyes adjusted to the poor amount of light. “What the fuck?” Was all that came out of her mouth.

“Well, that’s definitely not what I’m used to hearing women say when they wake up.”

“As if you are ever anywhere near any woman when they are just waking up.”

Aurora ignored their bickering and reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. Yes, it was an android. A One Plus 7, to be specific. She dragged her thumb in the shape of a v on her black phone screen so she could turn the flash-light on and see better. Finally, she pointed it at the rag-tag group of friends that were surrounding her; they groaned, feeling the sting of a bright white light being pointing directly into their eyes.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why did you guys kidnap me? Why are we in the woods? And why are you dressed all weird like you’re going to comic con or some shit?” Aurora interrogated, though she wasn’t in much of a position to interrogate anyone since she was still on the ground beneath them.

“Comi… comma… what?” The brunet mumbled to himself quietly.

“We didn’t kidnap you. We found you here. And I think we should be asking you why you’re dressed like that. Aren’t you worried?” The woman trailed off as her eyes glossed over Aurora’s figure. In her opinion, Aurora was showing way too much skin for her safety. Her yellow crop top and denim shorts weren’t modest in any way. “And what’s that thing you have there?” She questioned, her eyes stopping right at the weird girl’s hand as she pointed at the phone clutched tightly in it.

“Yes, what is that? A lamp?” The blond man asked, again, his voice calm and soothing to the ear considering the given situation.

“Is no one going to acknowledge the fact that she’s showing more skin than a prostitute?” Everyone ignored the brunet’s comment, everyone except for the person the comment was addressing.

Aurora glared at him, “I think I’m dressed like a normal teenager. We’re not in the ’50s, dude.” She used her phone’s flashlight to look in her bag and grab her hoodie, closing it right back up again. Even if it wasn’t going to be enough to get warm, it was a whole lot better than nothing. She thought as she snaked her arms into through the sleeves.

“Either way, shouldn’t we keep moving? The night creatures are out and we’ve got things to do as it is–”

“Night creatures?” The seventeen-year-old scoffed, “what is this, 1475?”

“1476, actually,” the tall blond casually corrected the girl.

“Um… No, sir. Y'all must be hella delusional. It’s 2019, sweethearts.” Mrs. Generation Z turned her phone’s screen back on to show them today’s date. “See? July 5th, 2019. My birthday’s in like, thirteen days, I wouldn’t forget today’s date. So yeah.”

“Alucard, do you know what this might mean?” The woman asked the blond man, her voice dripping with excitement. “Time travel! Time travel is possible!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Aurora blurted, genuinely confused.

“Think about it,” the woman ignored her as she continued to voice her theory. “With all that we’ve seen in our lives, don’t you think time travel is very much possible as well? I mean, if magic exists, don’t you think–”

“Listen, these dumb-ass millennial fuckers haven’t stormed Area 51 yet, and we’re not so technologically advanced that we’d accidentally time travel to different eras from the inconvenience of an airport’s public restroom.”

“It could very well be possible. Belmont, do you think they’d have anything about this phenomenon in your family’s library?”

“If it exists, then yes, I’m assuming it’d be there. Another good reason to keep moving.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

The three of them began walking once again, facing the direction of their destination. They walked a few paces before one of them realised Aurora wasn’t moving from her spot. “Why are you just standing there? Come on.” The girl laughed, head straight over to the girl before she looped her arm around hers and pulled the girl with her as she ran back to the two men that walked ahead of them. “My name’s Sypha. I’m a speaker. Those two idiots are Alucard–.”

"I prefer not to be called an idiot, the only idiot here is that obnoxious vampire hunter,“ the tall blond interrupted, not bothering to look back at them. "And my name is Adrian. Fahrenheit. Tepeş.”

"Yes, Adrian, also known as the idiot that would prefer not to be called an idiot. And the person next to him is Trevor Belmont.“ Sypha continued.

"Hello,” ‘Trevor’ greeted with a grin, walking backward when he did so before facing forward once more.

“Ah… Okay… It’s nice to meet you all… I’m Aurora Romero-Văduva… You guys can call me Rory or Nina if you want…" She trailed off. That was when she realised she’d forgotten something very important. The very reason why she’d stepped into that glowing bathroom stall.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

There was a tsunami of awkward silence as the group walked until Aurora decided to curse rather loudly. “Shit!”

“Rude!”

The teenager ignored her. “While you guys were doing whatever it is you guys were doing, did you happen to see someone that looks exactly like me but like, skinny?”

“No…?”

“Oh great, fuck me gently with a chainsaw and call me Heather. Fucking hell. I just keep getting royally fucked in the ass, don’t I? At least take me out to dinner before fucking me in the ass.“ She ranted, her hands motions were as intense as the words that were spewing out of her plump pink lips. She gasped audibly, her eyes widened and her right hand clasped itself over her mouth. "Holy shit, my mom’s gonna kill me.”

“Are you sure you’re not a Belmont?” Adrian asked teasingly.

Being the quick and brainy vampire hunter he was, the Belmont did not hesitate to bless the group with a witty response. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”

#Castlevania #Alucard x oc #adrian fahrenheit tepes #alucard castlevania #hector x oc #hector castlevania #timetravel au #castlevania netflix #why am i doing this #i don't know #but i'm doing it anyway

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that-curly-haired-lesbian · 4 years

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Birthday Prompt - Curious Taylor

Today is a very special day, Taylor Swift turns 30!! To celebrate I decided to take some tumblr prompts and write some gay short stories with a birthday theme!

Happy birthday, Taylor (hope you never read these!)

Prompt: Five times Karlie fails to properly hide/lie about Taylor's birthday present and one time she didn't fail.

Thank you for the prompt @verytamenow

Read it on Ao3 or on Wattpad

It's not that Karlie is bad at keeping secrets exactly, it's more that Taylor is an extremely curious person...And okay, maybe Karlie isn't the best secret keeper, but that honestly is only half the problem, the other half being Taylor's complete inability to resist a challenge, implied or actively discouraged, doesn't matter.

If there is a case detective Swift is on it and she knows exactly how to crack her suspects, especially if said suspect happens to be her poor wife.

The first time Karlie failed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present she genuinely thought she'd be able to keep the secret, she thought she had a good plan and a good hiding spot.

That was until Taylor decided to "Christmas clean" their whole place (on December 10th!)

In her almost feverish quest to get the apartment clean from top to bottom she promptly found the one-of a-kind collector's edition Deadpool Omnibus mixed in with Karlie's Cat Woman comics at the very back of the highest shelf (the one Taylor couldn't even reach without a chair) of the bookcase in the living room.

Karlie came home to find it triumphantly placed on the kitchen table accompanied by a post-it note.

I fucking love you ❤️

She promptly re-hid it, swearing under her breath and reminding herself to tell Taylor that she fucking loves her back.

Taylor still had the decency to act surprised at the birthday party, Karlie loved her for that.

The second time Karlie failed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present it was all Karlie's fault.

Taylor had gone to get the mail and came back waving a postcard only to find Karlie wrapping her birthday gift in plain sight on their bedroom floor.

Karlie (furiously blushing and muttering under her breath) attempted to shove the gift (wrapping and all) under their bed and hastily stood up to greet her wife.

"Hey, what's that?" She asked way too quickly and snatched the postcard out of Taylor's hand.

"It-it's from Austin in the Maldives...What...Were you doing?" There was a glint in her eye telling Karlie she knew the answer to her own question very well.

And yet you had to ask you smug, adorable little shit.

"Just, just wrapping...Joe's Christmas present!" Karlie said and for a second she thought she may have saved the situation, until Taylor squealed with delighted laughter.

"Aww, what are we getting the little dude this year?" Before Karlie could stop her Taylor has bent down and dragged the present out from under the bed by the wrapping paper, when she stood there holding the little cheesy book of love poems meant to be part of her gift that year Karlie had the nerve to mumble, in a defeated, tired sort of tone, "Dentastix..."

And at that point she really only had herself to blame.

The third time Karlie failed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present Karlie had resorted to hiding Taylor's gift at other people's places and Andrea had promised to keep mum, only she couldn't stop Scott.

They were sitting around the Swifts kitchen table eating dinner on a Sunday in December when Karlie's father-in-law suddenly spoke.

"So, - excluding a new Polaroid camera, of course – what would you like for your birthday, Taylor" His daughter never having been one to miss (blatantly stated) details blinked a few times in disbelief and then very slowly said, "wait, why are we excluding a new camera?" Andrea and Karlie had both frozen mid-bite and Scott looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

"Well," He started, bravely soldering on, "I thought maybe-You, I mean-"

Just like that she turned to Karlie, grinning. "Baby?"

Karlie shook her head almost violently, "Nope!" She exclaimed, but the singer had her poor father in her sights now, "Dad, did Karlie-"

"Holy shit, I am so sorry, my big mouth, huh!" Scott started and Karlie could do nothing but laugh. "It's alright," She reassured, "it's impossible to keep secrets from this one anyhow."

"Don't we know it!"

Thanks, Chatsy

The fourth time Karlie failed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present curiosity almost literally killed the cat, or more accurately, the owner of the cat.

Karlie had hidden Taylor's birthday present on top of a cabinet in the living room one even she couldn't properly reach without a chair. Thus there was no way Taylor would even happen to see it until she got a frantic phone call from the singer. Frowning at her phone (Taylor usually never called when she knew Karlie was in a meeting) Karlie excused herself to the room full of Kode With Klossy investors and stepped outside.

"Hey Daisy, I'm a little busy, can I call you back in-?"

"Karlie," the voice on the other end said and she sounded panicked, even close to sobbing.

"Karlie, I can't get Benji down, I'm not even sure how he-"Taylor's story was rudely interrupted by a loud thud that for some reason caused her to shriek deafeningly loud right in her wife's ear.

"Taylor!" Karlie shirked back, alarmed now, "Tay, what happened, are you guys okay?"

"Benjamin, he somehow got on top of the cabinet in the living room, I have no idea how...anyway he pushed something down from there and it almost hit me...I'm sorry babe, I think maybe I'm going to need a new birthday present, this one appears to have shattered into a million pieces in my hair..."

"Shit!" Karlie mumbles, letting out the tiniest sigh, but keeping all traces of disappointment over the ruined gift from her voice and focusing on the problem at hand. "Are you okay? Have you tried getting on a chair and lifting Ben down?"

"I-I would, but now there's red stains and glass all over the floor...And me..."

"Sorry!"

"That's okay, thanks for the wine!"

The fifth time Karlie failed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present Karlie started to wonder if faith and the universe had seriously began conspiring against her?

It was the morning of Taylor's birthday and Karlie was stoked, this year she'd actually managed to hide the present all the way up until the actual day!

...Until Taylor innocently posted a picture on social media. It was a simple selfie of the two of them, ready for the night's party. It was cute, Taylor in a nice dress and classic red lip pressing a kiss to the cheek of a beaming Karlie. That was until the comments started flooding in.

Swiftie13: Hey @taylorswift13 ask @karliekloss what's on the dresser behind you lol

Annielovestaylor: I spy a birthday gift, nice wrapping @karliekloss #Relationshipgoals

Kaylortrash67: What the hell @karliekloss? You gotta hide @taylorswift13's present better!

Asdfghjing4kaylor: I hope that's a gift Taylor just forgot to open, that's not a very good hiding spot @karliekloss

Disaster was a fact and Karlie had no choice but to hand Taylor the present on live video where a slightly tipsy Taylor announced:

"She's the worst at keeping secrets and hiding gifts, but I love her so much, you guys!!"

The one time Karlie actually managed to properly hide Taylor's birthday present it came as a bit of a surprise to her too.

It was the morning of Taylor's 32nd birthday and Karlie had awoken before her wife to a churning feeling of discomfort in her stomach.

About three hours later she woke Taylor with a soft kiss.

"Hi," She whispered, "Happy birthday, baby!"

"Mmm, happy birthday to me!" Taylor mumbled sleepily and looked ready to turn back over and go to sleep, until Karlie spoke.

"Umm, I actually have a little surprise." Karlie revealed and suddenly wide awake Taylor sat up in bed.

"Oh, really?" She smirked and Karlie swallowed a little nervously. Picking up on this Taylor reached out and touched her wife's cheek in reassurance, "You look nervous," She observed, "why? You know I always love your presents!"

"Yeah, actually I love this one too!" Karlie reveled and attempted a shaky version of her trademark sunshine smile.

Taylor raised her eyebrows at this, "okay," she said slowly, "now you're freaking me out, spill!"

"Okay, well," Karlie nodded, "you're getting your actually prepared, wrapped present tonight at the party, but-"

"This one wasn't prepared?" Taylor interrupted curiously.

"In a way, this was actually even more prepared than the other one, I just, well, I wasn't sure I would be able to give it to you today specifically, but well..." Karlie put a stop to her own ramblings and took out what she'd had hidden behind her back ever since she sat down in front of Taylor on the bed.

A few second passed as Taylor stared from Karlie to what was in her hands and back again and then at the same time they both burst out crying...And laughing.

Taylor swallowed several times before she shrieked, in-between sobs and laughter, "Don't-don't touch me with your pee!" Karlie quickly threw the "present" to the floor and caught the incoming Taylor in her embrace as they rolled over on the bed in a pile of joy.

"We-We're going to be mommies!" Taylor all but yelled and pressed a few tear stained kisses to Karlie's own wet cheeks.

"We are!" The model exclaimed and held her wife close, "Happy birthday!"

#swearing tw #gaylor swift #kaylor #kaylor fanfiction #tedde writes fics

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yuna-dan · 7 years

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Blame the kids

I have no comments on why Im updating so soon, don’t get used to. I normally don’t update my long-fics that fast… Yesterday I couldn’t sleep (Someone had a panic attack…) so I decided to write…

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you all so much for the feedback!! I’m super thrilled and happy!!

Summary: Logan was a dedicated teacher. Marion was a social worker with two kids. The kids were jerks.

Warning: Some drama, cursing and bad enlgish.

Based on: Single! Dad with two kids and Teacher! Logic by @prinxietys (if me tagging you makes u uncomfortable make me know plssss)

Last chapter here

There's a huge misconception of kids. People believe they don't notice stuff and that most of the time they're oblivious, but they're not.

Most of the kids notice what's happening around them. Like for example Roman, who notice the way his dad would smile a little bit wider when he picked them up from school, or the way Mr. Logic stay more in the school just to said goodbye to his dad.

Or Alex, who even if he didn't comment, he noticed the fidgeting in Morality's fingers when he mentioned something related to that class or how Mr. Sanders would glanced at him for few seconds.

But, at the end of the day, they were kids... weren't they?

When you're a workaholic dedicated father, you don't date. There's actually a moment where "kissing" and "face-sucking" means the same.

It had passed two weeks since the talk between the adults and though the kids still fought a lot, they were behaving better. Just a little…

Marion pulled over the car, noticing the kids were already at the entrance of the school, with nonetheless than with (his) their favorite teacher next to them. Though something was odd.

"Oh no," he got off the car, "What they do this time?"

"You seriously don't have faith on me." Alexander huffed, crossing his arms.

"I have enough faith in you to do a faith palm," Morality laughed while the kids rolled his eyes, "What happened Logan?"

"Nothing really, he just wanted your cellphone but we don't know it." Roman blurted as if it was the most obvious thing.

Both adults blushed faintly, while the younger kid, once again, rolled his eyes.

Logan fidget a little, not knowing exactly what to do or where to look, "It's—umm you know, better for the kids. If they ever need you I can called you directly."

"Sure. It's that." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"If you keep doing that Alex, your eyes will fall." Morality scolded, then turned his attention to the teacher, "Sure, it's..." and proceeded to tell him, they quickly changed numbers and soon the family disappeared.

Three days passed when Marion received the first text. It was a photo, of a drawing presumably Alex did. It was just a landscape, with a rainbow and some birds. It was cute.

Then it was the photo of a Roman with a black eye. Morality gasped terrified…

Text Message:

From: Logan Sanders

To: You

Text: Roman tried to tear apart the drawing of Alexander who got mad. They get into a fight. Roman is on the infirmary right now, Alexander is talking with the principal. Just so you could get here in time.

Morality sighed.

From: You

To: Logan Sanders

Text: It was meant to happened. They haven't fight in a lot time. Thanks for the warning tho ;).

Morality blocked the phone.

"And here I was waiting to get a free coffee." He took his cardigan, and went to his car.

Logic put his hand on the shoulder of Alexander, they were waiting outside the principal's office. Apparently when a kid used force against other kid it's bad.

"It's okay Alexander. Marion won't be mad." He said gently. Oh yeah, Marion was already talking with her. "What I meant it's that he will be mad, but it's not irretrievable."

"I don't like being call Alexander." He mumbled, and Logic has to lean in order to listened it.

"It's going to be okay, Alex." And he smiled, squeezing his shoulder.

"It won't. I screw everything up and finally my da—Morality will realize I'm not good enough." But all he did is nod.

Marion really hated formality. He also worked with kids, he didn't understand why teachers and principals had the need to make themselves feel scary. They should be trustworthy, not scary.

He nodded not really paying attention to whatever the lady was saying. He knew Alex had issues regarding rage but he was working on them.

"All I'm saying it's that Alexander is a little problematic."

Wait, what?

"He's not problematic. He's a kid who has been through a lot. Besides, they're brothers! It's normal for them to fight!" He didn't mean to raise his voice, or did he?

"Foster-brothers," she corrected, and he rolled his eyes almost unconsciously. "And that's the point I wanted to arrive."

"Good. Me too. They're brothers. Bye-bye." He was about to stand up when he heard the teacher said,

"Don't you think it's time to give up?"

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows and sat again.

"I mean. Alexander hasn't make a single progress ever since he entered the school. He does not have friends. He fights back to all the teachers. You see now what happened! He punched his adoptive brother just because he tried to tear his drawing!" She found herself almost shouting.

"Miss, they are not broken toys who can be returned just because you get bored. You can't give back one just because! They are actual human beings with feelings! Alexander is doing great, the fact that you and your stupid school can't notice it it's not his problem! And guess what?!? Maybe you won't notice because you are so engrossed in create jocks and perfect students that you won't noticed anything else!" He was enraged. How dare she? How dare she speak like that about a freaking kid?! His kid nonetheless!

"All I'm saying…"

"Is that you clearly do not possess tolerance, intelligence and the skills to be running a school!" He shouted, not even caring the people outside that door could hear him. "Thank you miss, god day."

He stormed out.

Roman was holding an ice package on his eye, while moaning in pain. "It hurts! I've never been in so much pain!"

"Oh, I can help." Alex add quickly, earning a glare from both figures in front of him. Marion was checking his eyes, turning his face from left to right.

"I think you both need to say something." Marion said after making sure his dramatic kid was okay.

"I'm sorry I didn't hit you harder." "I'm sorry I couldn't tear it completely."

"Kids..." he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Alex's eyes widened for a moment in terror, he turned his eyes to the ceiling before mumbling. "I didn't mean to hit you so hard, I'm sorry I hurt I you."

Roman’s eyes did the same and Morality shoot him a look, making him talk. "Your art didn't suck. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." He mumbled.

Marion actually beamed at that.

It was night when he heard the tossing and whining. He silently made his way to Alex's room.

Alexander was distressed in his dream. He was sweating and his mouth was opened, as if he was trying to scream but the air wasn't enough.

"Alex, sweetie. Everything is okay. Dad is here." He gently shook him, waiting for his son to wake up. He glanced at the Alex's phone resting on the night table.

2:30 am.

Alex woke up, choking a scream. "It's fine baby. I'm here." He took the kid into an embrace and felt the tears of his son wetting his shirt.

"It's fine. You're safe, baby. It's okay." He continued saying positive things to his kid, while rocking and gently humming a song.

When he thought, Alex was asleep, he would gently try to tug him in bed, but he would hold tighter. "Please don't go."

"I'm here. I'm here." He kissed his forehead, "I won't go baby."

It was about 5:00 am when he finally managed to get out of the room of his son. He went quickly to checked on Roman, just because.

He was snoring softly, the ice package next to him and the phone on the floor.

He snapped a picture of his kid, and went back to his room.

He hadn't planned on going back to sleep, he couldn't. He could just work or cook.

Baking would be awesome!

And so, he was about to went to the kitchen when his phone rang.

Logan cursed himself after the fifth 'peeep'. Of course, Marion would be asleep! Only and idiot like himself would called someone else at this hour!

"Hulk's deli. You order, we smash." He heard someone at the other line.

"Marion?"

"That would be me, what's up Logan?"

"Nothing. I was. Sorry to bother you, I probably woke you up."

"Not really. Alex had a bad dream so I wasn't even asleep."

"That's why I called!" He said excitedly, "How are them? How are you? The principal is a jerk..."

"Oh yeah, she is. We're fine, thanks for asking Logan." He waited a minute before adding, "You? I hope the kids didn't cause you any trouble."

"Nah, not really..."

"Soooo... Have you ever wonder why flamingos sleep with one leg up?"

And so, they continue talking until 7:00 am.

No regrets.

It was breakfast when Alex entered the kitchen, noticing that Roman was already eating his cereal.

"Morality, have you seen my hoodie? I don't find it in my room."

"You're not going to school Alex." The kid frowned, hating when Marion get all protective.

Yeah, he had a bad dream? So, what?

"What? why?!? I'm the one who was hit. I should be the one resting."

"He's suspended. See, that actually happens when you hit other kids!" He snapped at both kids.

"But he's not other kid! He's my brother!" He yelled back.

"Who happens to be a kid!" Even though his face was serious he couldn't hide the excitement out of his voice.

He acknowledged his brother for the first time.

From; You

To: Logic

HE CALL HIS VROTHER. HOLLYMOLLY I.

When Logic checked his messages, that was the only one that was important. Even if he cringed a little with the misspelled word

Three second later another arrived

From: Morality

To: You

Brother* sorry, I was excited lol

Alexander was falling asleep again when his bother entered his room. “You know I could fail sick and we could watch the new series of Tangled and Steven Universe…” he suggested, siting on his bed.

“Do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

And Alex pretend he was alone while watching the TV.

And Roman pretend to be sick.

And Marion pretend to believe them.

When the kids went back to school, that was three days later, Logan was really happy to see them.

Even if they still shout to each other.

A lot

They’ve been exchanging message for a few weeks now. Just funny pictures and chatting about all kind of stuff. It was nice. To both of them.

It was pretty nice

From: You

To: Logic

Text: u know? The kids just asked me somwthing weird.

From: Logic

To: You

Text: Do they? What did they say?

From: You

To: Logic Sanders

Text: Theyve been wondering if u ever going to asked me out.

Im not sorry for that ending. No one bit XDD. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! And yes, the text messages were written like that on purpose.

Also if you want to know the song its this one (though u can change the word mother by the word father)

(Im super excited for today’s video!! I cant wait to see it and im smiling all the time, which is super weird lately because I’m an effing mess)

Update: I change the name of Princey because I like it Roman More (24 march)

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 7 years

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Lena is super late for a date and Kara finds her asleep at her desk because she stayed up too late the night before working

As usual, your comments and kudos give me life!Late Night Date Night - Eyes Like Kryptonite Ch. 27Read on AO3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/9100903/chapters/21690206

Kara was all prepared for stay-in date night.

Lena’s favorite bottle of wine was cooling in the fridge.

The couch pillows were fluffed.

The Netflix queue was on the screen.

She had her comfy jammies on. (The ones with little smiley faces all over them, because they always made Lena laugh.)

And most importantly, the pizza and salad menu was set out on the table, ready for ordering.

(Lena insisted that if they were going to eat as much pizza as they did, they could at least even it out with a salad and Kara agreed because honestly, people who said she had a sad puppy face had obviously never seen Lena’s.)

Everything was perfect.

All that was left was for Lena to get there.

If Kara was being honest, she needed a night of relaxation, they both did. Crime had been through the roof in National City the past few days. It was mostly small things here and there, but still; Kara was was exhausted from running back and forth from one scuffle to the next. Not to mention Snapper, who had been completely unbearable lately. Lena said it was because he was trying to bring out the best in her, but Kara didn’t think it would kill him to smile in her direction every now and then.

She knew Lena’s week hadn’t been much better, something about Lillian’s latest trial causing panic among investors. Her girlfriend had spent endless hours making sure that her mother’s evil deeds weren’t detrimental to the company and Kara could see the tiredness written all over her face.

So tonight, they were going to eat takeout, watch a movie, and then hopefully catch a nice long nap before going to bed.

Perfect.

Kara was getting sleepy just thinking about it.

She leaned back on the couch kicked her feet out in front of her.

In fact, she thought, she still had ten minutes left before Lena was supposed to get there and if she could just close her eyes -

She jerked awake.

Her phone skittered across the floor, buzzing loudly as it vibrated. She dove after it, only to levitate at the last second as she scooped it up. She did not need another hole in her floor, and she certainly didn’t want to upset Mrs. Jones on floor below her, she’d been so nice about all the other … incidents.

She swiped to answer and rolled over, eyes studying the ceiling, frowning as she noticed how dark it was in the room.

“Hello?“

“Ms. Danvers, hi.” The voice on the other end of the line was desperate, and it took her a moment to place it with the fog still clouding her brain.

“Jess?”

“Sorry, to bother you, so sorry; it’s just - Ms. Luthor-“

Kara scrambled to her feet.

“What is it?!”

“She’s asleep.“

“Asleep?”

“I just walked in and she’s passed out at her desk. She’s not dead, I checked; and she hasn’t had any visitors or any odd packages so I don’t think she’s been poisoned… I wasn’t sure what to do, and I thought you two were supposed to have plans tonight, so I just called you-“

“Jess,” Kara interrupted, already on her way to her room. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for letting me know.”

She ended the call, gasping when she saw the time.

Three hours after date with Lena was supposed to start.

“Fudge!“

Had she been asleep that long?! She must have been more tired than she thought.

Distractedly, she zoomed into her super suit and shot out the window, speeding towards L-Corp. She stretched out her senses, sighing with relief when she heard Lena’s steady heartbeat. Not that she didn’t trust Jess to be able to tell if someone was alive or not, but still it was nice to hear for herself.

She lighted on the balcony, careful even in her haste to not damage the flooring - she did not want to be scolded for that again. Slipping in the balcony door, she studied Lena’s slumped over form, taking the heels kicked off under the desk and the awkward angle her girlfriend’s neck was bent at. After a quick x-ray, she confirmed that while her massage skills might be needed later, Lena was indeed alive and apparently unharmed.

A gasp sounded across the room, and she looked up to see Jess staring at her in shock.

She glanced down at her suit and the back at Lena’s assistant.

This was not good.

Jess had called Kara and then not two minutes later she had shown up as Supergirl.

Alex was not going to be happy about this.

She placed a finger to her lips and winked, hoping Jess would get the picture.

The other woman just continued to stare, eyes wide as Kara bent down and gently scooped the CEO up in her arms, careful not wake her. The fact that Lena hadn’t so much as snored since she had been there worried her, and she was a little too distracted to have the “I’m not Supergirl” talk with Jess, so she settled for a nod before slipping out with her precious cargo.

They’d have to figure out how to handle another person knowing about her secret identity later.

She flew as gently as possible, cradling Lena’s head on shoulder and trying to stay out of rough wind patterns. She was debating whether to take Lena back to her apartment or to stop by Alex’s so the agent could make sure there was nothing wrong with Lena that Kara couldn’t see when Lena woke up with a start.

She clutched her girlfriend tighter, careful not to crush anything, but also unwillingly to let her fall out of her grasp.

“Hey, careful, we’re flying.” She whispered softly.

“Kara?” Lena’s voice was thick with sleep.

“No, your other flying girlfriend.”

One of Lena’s arms moved around Kara’s shoulders and the other braced against her chest, splaying across the crest.

“What happened? Why? Where are my shoes?“

“Oh, they must be at your office.”

“My office?”

“You fell asleep at your desk. Your neck is probably going to be pretty sore.“

“It’s late.” Lena observed, looking around at the night sky and Kara chuckled at how adorable she could be without even trying.

“It is.”

Lena relaxed against her, and they were silent the rest of the flight to the apartment, Kara still ever so gentle as she floated them in through the open window. Lena looked around dazedly when Kara set her on her feet, hair tousled so that Kara thought she looked like a goddess.

“Date night!” Lena exclaimed, looking around at the dimly lit apartment still scattered with Kara’s preparations. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to -“

Kara silenced her with a quick kiss.

“Babe, you’re fine, I fell asleep too. I only woke up because Jess called me freaking out.” She moved behind her girlfriend and pulled the brunette locks over one shoulder so she could have easy access to Lena’s neck, fingers digging into the tense muscles.

“I guess I was more tired than I thought.” Lena rolled her head, groaning as Kara’s fingers kneaded deep.

“Come on, let’s change into something more comfortable; the pizza place delivers for another thirty minutes. Then we can get some real sleep, in a bed.”

“What if I’m rested enough for more than just sleep?” Lena challenged, and Kara bent to press a soft kiss to her neck.

“Talk about a power nap!“

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Despite her discomfort, Kara thought it would be best if she followed Lena up to her office the next morning. She had to talk with Jess what had happened the night before.

“Good morning, Ms. Luthor, Ms. Danvers.” She turned to Lena. "Your 10 o’clock is running a little late, so I called London and asked them if they could make the conference call a little early.”

“Excellent, thank you Jess.”

Lena disappeared into her office, leaving Kara with her assistant.

“Ms. Danvers, I’m so glad that you’re such good friends with Supergirl, she showed up right after I called you.”

“I -“

Jess winked.

Kara blinked and adjusted her glasses.

“Yeah, we’re really good friends.”

“I’m assuming you’ll be by to visit Ms. Luthor for lunch?” Jess was back to typing away at her keyboard.

“I - umm- yes, yes, thank you.”

She bought Jess’ coffee every day for a year.

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