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delayed-affection · 1 year

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Trevor Zegras x reader

A/n: I went with Trevor, I hope you enjoy!🤍

Warnings: like two bad words, pet name (baby, babe)

Word count: 2.1k

Waking up today you thought it would be a good. You were able to FaceTime Trevor before he left for practice, got to work on time, and they supplied you guys with breakfast.

Then the day started to go down, someone spilt their coffee on you and tried to blame you for it. With no change of clothes and no time to go home until lunch you walked around wet and smelling of coffee.

Then when you were on lunch you got a flat tire, so you had to pull over on the side of the road to change it. Dirtying your clothes even more and having random people drive up to asking you if you were okay was quite embarrassing.

You barely made it home and back to work on time. Hoping that the day will pick up and nothing else happens.

Only for the printer to jam up on you before your meeting, you’re friend texting you canceling your plans for tonight, your know it all coworker trying to tell you that you’re doing your job wrong, and it started to pouring rain on your way out.

So you once again you are in wet clothes but more upset than you were before. The only good thing left about today is that you don’t have any classes or homework to worry about.

When you got home you decided to take a quick shower, texting Trevor asking him if it’s okay that you come over.

Getting out you toss on some some of his clothes that he left over. You grab your phone to see that he gave you the go ahead to come over.

You knock on his front door for what feels like the millionth time, neither him or Jamie have come to the door. You jiggle the door knob to find out that the door is locked.

You groan letting your head hit the door, of course this would happen.

You call his phone to no avail, so you try Jamie.

He picks up, “Hello?”

“Jamie, hey.” You reply, “Are you and Trevor not home?”

“I’m not.” He states, “But Trevor is… or I thought he was.”

You sigh, “He’s not answering the door or his phone.”

You can hear him stifle a laugh, “So, you’re locked out?”

You run a hand through your hair, “Yeah.”

“Okay, so, by the door there’s a rock, if you flip it over the bottom should slide off and the key should be inside.” He informs

You pick up the rock, “You’re a lifesaver, dryer sheet.”

He chuckles, “Yeah whatever, dipshit.”

You open the door, “Okay I’m in, thank you.”

“No problem.” He says, “And keep the key, I’ll make another one.”

“For real?” You ask

“Yeah, now go make sure Trevor’s not dead.” He tells you, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, Jamie.” You say hanging up the phone.

You close the door behind you and make your way to Trevor’s room. As you get closer you can hear Taylor swift playing along with the faint sound of water and him singing along.

Opening his bedroom door you take off your shoes and lay on his bed, listening to him sing ‘Our Song’.

Even though he’s completely off key it brings a smile to your face. Pulling out your phone you record him singing the rest of the song, it could come in handy for another bad day or even a birthday post.

When he finished the song you decided to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. You did that for fifteen minutes before you finally hear the water turn off and the music switch from Taylor to Mac Miller.

The bathroom door swings open and out walks Trevor, dripping wet with a towel around his waist.

He jumps at the sight of you on his bed, not expecting you to be there, “Jesus, Baby, when did you get here?”

“I don’t know, like, fifteen? Twenty? Minutes ago.” You answer struggling to keep your eyes on his.

He turns off the music, “So, you- you heard all of that?”

“Yeah, it almost felt like I was at one of her concerts.” You tease

He turns away from you, clearly embarrassed, and goes to grab some clothes.

He goes back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand, “So, how was your day?”

You groan, “ugh, it sucked.”

He quickly comes back out in joggers and a tshirt, “Awe baby I’m sorry.”

He leans over the bed places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, “No, not really.”

He hums in response, “Here, scoot over.”

You move over allowing him to lay down next to you, you can feel the warmth from the shower radiate off of him.

He pulls you over to him and starts to rub your back, “Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you’re here, I missed you.”

“If you missed me why’d you lock the front door?” You ask, “Are you afraid of the boogie man or something?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “What? No! I’d lay out the boogie man and you know it.”

You let out a amused laugh, “Oh, I’m sure you would.”

“Have you seen my guns?” He asks flexing his arm, “These things are killers.”

“Totally…” You say in an unconvinced tone.

He acts offended, bringing his hand to his chest, “Are you doubting me? Do you not believe me?”

“I mean it’s the boogie man.” You reply

He rolls his eyes and huffs, “I’m your boyfriend you’re supposed to believe in me.”

You apologize, “Oh, sorry. What I meant to say is that you could take down anyone. The boogie man wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

He lets a dry chuckle, “Much better, babe.”

He strokes the side of your face, “Hey, did you eat today?”

“Yeah, did you?” You question

“Mhm.” He answers, “Did you drink any water?”

You let out a dragged, “Yes.”

He looks at you and you watch as his eyes make their way down your body.

He smiles and his eyes meet yours, “You’re wearing my clothes.”

You can feel your face getting hot, “yeah.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Because I felt shitty and me wearing them made me feel better.” You quickly confess

“Oh, baby.” He coos sitting up against the headboard, “Do you still feel that way?”

You move to sit across from him and shrug, “Kind of but you’ve helped a lot.”

He turns his head in confusion, “How? I’ve been talking nonsense since you got here.”

You shrug, “You always talk nonsense.”

“Okay, is it hate on your boyfriend day? First you tell me I can’t defend myself and now you’re telling my I talk nonsense.” He complains

You put your hands up in surrender, “You said it first, I was just agreeing.”

“Well maybe should disagree with me.” He agrues

“But I did and you didn’t like it.” You remind letting yourself fall back onto the bed.

He moves forward to lean over you, his face ever so close to yours.

“You know what I’m going to stop this because I can see that I’m not going to win.” He tells you

He gives you a quick peck to show that he accepts the loss on this one.

You hum in response.

“But you know what I will beat you at?”

“Knowing every word to all to well?” You answer

“Yes but no.” He says getting off the bed, “I’m willing to bet you that I could beat you in Mario Kart.”

“And if you lose?” You question following him out of the room.

“Oh, I’m not losing.” He assures leading you into the living room.

You give him an amused look, “You sound very sure of yourself.”

“Because I am.” He states turning on the switch and tv, “I’m going to hand deliver you an L.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You mock sitting on the couch.

He sits next you and hands you a remote, “You should be, I’m a killer in baby park.”

You takes the remote, a small smile playing on your lips.

"We'll see about that." You challenge, “What do you want if you win?”

He taps his chin acting like he’s thinking of something.

“You’re buying me ice cream.” He states, “And not no McDonald’s McFlurry, I want some fancy shit.”

“What?” You ask, “What’s fancy ice cream?”

“It’s not a McFlurry.” He answers

He acts like the things he says is just common knowledge to everyone else. Like yes a McFlurry isn’t fancy but what would be considered fancy ice cream?

You hold your hand out to him, “Okay, then I want the same thing if I win.”

He takes your hand and shakes it, “Bet. First one to win eight races wins.”

Your just started your second lap on Excitebike Arena when you notice Trevor's character zoom by you. But he's going the wrong way.

"Umm... are you aware you're going the wrong way?" You question glancing at his side of the screen.

"You're going the wrong way." He childishly argues finally turning his character around.

He scoots closer to you on the couch, "Did you see that?"

You scrunch your brows together, "What?"

His hand flies over your eyes as he attempts to catch up to you. You move away from and swat away his hand.

"Not cool, bro." You say knowing he doesn't like it when you call him that.

"I'll show what's not cool, bro." he threatens

you're not to far from starting your third lap when he snatches your controller tossing it aside.

“Oh, so we’re cheating?”

The more games played the more competitive you two got. It was every man for himself and the two of you were looking for a win.

You were the first to eight wins, smiling brightly as Trevor whines to go again.

You guys were having fun and Trevor would do anything to keep that smile on face.

The two of you now sit in some random parking lot in Sherman oaks finishing your ice cream from dolly llamas. After you evidently beat in him in Mario kart 16 to 14.

“I know you let me win.” You state changing the music.

He shrugs you off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Trevor, you drove the last three races backwards.”

He takes his spoon and swipes some of your ice cream and says, “No I didn’t.”

You give him a look that tells him to be serious.

“Well let’s say… you looked like you needed some ice cream.”

“I would’ve gotten some if I lost.” You reply

He spares you glance but looks back out the window, “Yeah, but you would’ve had to pay and I wasn’t going to let you.”

You lower the music, “So why make the bet?”

He gives you a sympathetic look, “If I’m being honest, you looked like you were done with the world and I wanted to help.”

You nod but don't say anything.

He sets down his cup and grabs your hand.

"Look you said you had a bad day and I had no clue on what to do." He admits, "And whenever I was having a bad day my mom would take me to go get ice cream."

"And Mario kart was something I looked forward to doing with Griffin and Ava after school or after a game." He adds, "So I did what I thought would help."

You turn in your seat to face him, interlocking your fingers with his.

“It did help, baby.” You assure, “I felt like hell before I got to see you.”

"Are you you sure because we could always do something else." He replies, “It’s only six o’clock.”

You shake your head, "No, just being with you is enough. Hell just putting on your clothes made me feel better.”

He squeezes your hand gently, before letting it go. Moving his hand up to your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, feeling safe and loved.

"Thank you." You whisper

He leans in kissing you gently.

Pulling back he looks at you with pure love in his eyes.

A goofy smile makes its way on to his face, “I know the best way to end today.”

“And what’s that?” You ask

“A good bowl of cereal and you’re favorite show.” He says in a matter of factly tone.

You shake your head with a laugh, “You really know how to woo a person, Trev.”

He starts up the car, “You can’t tell me some Cookie Crisp wouldn’t hit the spot.”

You put your seatbelt back on and reply, “I don’t know about Cookie Crisp but sure.”

“And you’re back to being a hater.” He sighs making you chuckle.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagines #trevor zegras one shot #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #nhl one shot

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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✮⋆˙ city of stars; luke castellan x reader blurb

content: luke castellan x reader blurb warning: mentions of blood and death but not super duper explict or anything, starts fluff but slowly dissolves into an angst puddle author's note: part i of ii in the la la land collection. this one doesn't follow the song it was inspired by too much, but i gave it a shot!! next one should follow the song more closely, but that one was also easier soooooo idk what to tell yall.

city of stars are you shining just for me? city of stars there's so much that I can't see who knows?

luke castellan knew he loved you from the moment he met you. he could feel a tug in his soul the moment you met his eyes over the heads of other campers, a soft smile that had him tripping over his own feet.

you knew you loved luke castellan from the moment he slide his strawberries over to you during breakfast. you knew that he loved them but without a word, he gave them up, eager to see your happiness above his own. it had you hiding your smile in the fleshy red fruits, your cheeks slowly shading to match.

i felt it from the first embrace i shared with you that now our dreams may finally come true city of stars just one thing everybody wants there in the bars and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants it's love yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else

a rush a glance a touch a dance

late at night, when luke would drag you from your cabin and sneak you to the dock, the two of you laying down on it and looking up at the stars. you'd point out constellations annabeth had taught you and luke would just talk to you, knowing you'd listen. he'd talk about his mom, thalia, his dad. that last one was the only one he talked about with bitterness, a biting in his tone that had you moving away from him subtly.

a look in somebody's eyes to light up the skies to open the world and send it reeling a voice that says, i'll be here and you'll be alright

i don't care if i know Just where i will go 'cause all that i need's this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart

think i want it to stay

so it wasn't all that much of a surprise when luke came to you, spewing offers of leaving the ruthless gods behind, offers of titans who promised to behave, offers of freedom away from shitty parents and meaningless quests. but, had luke been listening to you, he would have known you'd shake your head, slowly stepping away from him like he was a feral beast and you nothing more than soft prey. and even though tears pooled in your eyes as you told luke you loved him, but that this was wrong, you couldn't help but want to go with the boy. but, it was too late now.

city of stars are you shining just for me? city of stars

luke castellan knew he hated you from the moment you shook your head, refusing the asylum he was offering you. he hated the tears that blurred your vision, like you were the one who was hurt. no, no, luke should be the one crying. the girl he used to love was just going to become another pawn for the gods, another obstacle in your way.

you knew you hated luke castellan from the moment that his eyes turned cold towards you, his gaze hardening, never to soften again. even as you desperately reached out to him, offers of it not being too late tumbling from your lips only to be met with biting threats of a sword against your throat. never before had you been scared of the boy, but you knew from this point on that he wouldn't hesitate to strike you down, to run his blade through your body and rip you to shreds. the boy you used to love would be willing to carve your flesh away from your bones simply if the voice in his head promised the demise of his father.

you never shined so brightly

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader

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eternal-love · 13 days

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Austin and Me

“Layla”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST

When I surprised him with my new look, he was taken aback at first then a huge smile appeared on his face, even his eyes glimmered.

“Look at ya! You look like a little doll.” Austin said to me as one of fingers played with a piece of my hair. “It makes your eyes stand out more.” He then grabbed my chin firmly. “I like you brunette and with less makeup. This is what I like.”

Bullshit. All he said was bullshit. If he liked me so much when I looked like this then why did he go after Lily-Rose’s tail. Why did he take her out for dinner? Why did he make out with her afterwards? Was I ever going to be enough for him? Because he hadn’t touch me since we were in Australia. And whenever he did, it was loveless.

I confronted him about what happened with Lily, we were having breakfast and I had seen the photos ENews published of Austin and Lily making out after having dinner together.

“Baby, it ain’t nothing, it’s just publicity.” He tried to defend himself, I only glared at him.

“Don’t call me baby.” I spat out harshly, I don’t know why but knowing that he probably called Lily ‘baby’ made me gag. As it had happened with Olivia.

“It’s PR an-” I interrupted him, standing up from the my chair.

“What’s going on?! Why doesn’t she go back to France where she belongs?” I yelled at him as I hit the table with my hands.

I couldn’t really read his face, he was in between being mad and taken aback. Of course he also stood up and grabbed my shoulder, tugging me a little.

“Listen to me. Cynthia. I need a woman who understands that things like this might happen. Are you gonna be her or not? He asked, looking down on me as if I were an spoiled child getting reprimanded.

“Okay.” Was all I said as I left the dining room.

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After the incident happening, Austin started to be loving all over again, he had invited to have dinner with him and some castmates. I decided to accept after he begged me for days, I was still mad at him but I decided that maybe this could help us get closer.

I dressed up, monochrome clothing, black pants, cute pink top, I styled my hair and we were on our way to the restaurant. It was a sushi place, it had private karaoke and everything. I recognized some of them, Barry Keoghan and his girlfriend, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle and others.

It was a nice dinner and food was delicious, although my mind was somewhere else, I was worried because I had left Lori back home with the nanny.

“Don’t worry too much, she’s being well taken care of.” Austin squeezed my hand. I simply hummed and nodded.

Feeling someone’s stare, I looked in front of me and there surely was Callum’s gaze lingering my face down my neck. His eyes went back to my face and he quickly snapped out of his trance, smiling at me and then looking at me. Weird, I thought, but it was the first time in months that a man ever looked at me like that. He didn’t talk to me much, but he surely did talk to the wives and girlfriends of his castmates. But he did look at me a lot, his foot touching mine from underneath the table.

Austin had always been charismatic but he was very, very shy so a karaoke was like social suicide to him. But Callum— he was another story. After a few sips of some Asian liquor, he was sure to go next on the karaoke.

“You should sing an Elvis song, Aus.” I whispered to Austin, trying to cheer him because it was truly getting boring.

“No, Cyn— I’ll just embarrass myself.” Austin denied it, he stayed at the booth and I rolled my eyes, I saw Barry’s girlfriend and a producer’s wife laughing with everyone as Barry and the producer sang ‘Heart of Glass’ without hitting a single note.

Laughing but at the same time feeling like I wasn’t enjoying this as I should, Callum made his way to me swiftly. Clearing his throat and sitting on the booth.

“Should I sing?” Callum spoke to me with his amazing voice and British accent, catching my attention.

“If you want to.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’ll sing one for ya. You’ll see, cause now— your man is as boring as a math class.” I chuckled and thought he was just joking. But then he got up and grabbed the mic, quickly searching for the song. As the instrumental started to play— I recognized that guitar riff everywhere. ‘Layla’.

As not everyone knows, the song was written by Eric Clapton, confessing his love to George Harrison’s wife, Pattie Boyd. I thought he must be just trying to lead me on, everyone cheered for Callum and his god-awful singing. Maybe it was to play it off but he started to jokingly point at whatever girl was taken. Everyone took it as a joke, even Austin. But towards me, he was a bit more serious.

‘I tried to give you consolation from when your old man let you down.’

‘Like a fool, I fell in love with you. You turned my whole world upside down.’

‘Layla, you’ve got me on my knees. I’m begging darling, please.’

He sang it directly to me, he tried to be playful and everything, but I knew he was serious. I just chuckled and tried to play it off. Was it so wrong that I wanted to tear his clothes off even if my husband was besides me? I could say the same things Austin said: ‘I’m a woman, I have needs, it’s in my dna.’

When the guys went to pay, I saw Callum grabbing his jacket, I got closer to him.

“What was that?” I asked, wanting an explanation.

“What, sweetheart?” He asked, acting oblivious, seeing my annoyed face, he chuckled. “It’s just a song, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby, I’m not your baby.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Come on. I could’ve sang you an Spectrum song. What about ‘How you satisfy me’?” He looked around a little before starting to pretend to have a microphone on his hand. “Honey, your love is what I need…”

“It’s not funny.” I protested in annoyance, Callum looked at the guys paying, he then smirked and looked back at me.

“You know what’s funny? That you didn’t shut me off when I was staring at you, you liked it.” Callum whispered on a teasing manner.

“I’m a married woman, for your information.” I showed my wedding ring.

“That hasn’t stopped me before and it won’t stop me now. Austin doesn’t act like the married man either.”

That was like a stab in my heart, it was humiliating that everyone else knew he was unfaithful, he immediately dropped his smirk.

“I’m sorry— I just like you a lot.” I nodded at Callum, he was beautiful but, he wasn’t what I liked.

Callum just pressed his lips together, he was going to walk off but he stopped to say something.

“If you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call me.” Callum said before he waved at all of us and walked out of the restaurant.

Austin and I went back home, I tried wearing black negligee, hoping he’ll touch me again. It didn’t work, he pushed me off.

“I’m not in the mood, honey. Let’s just sleep.”

Frustrated, I tucked myself under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I knew he was turned on— he was. He just didn’t want to touch me. My days were getting boring, I wished I had something to film, some script sent to me, anything. Everyday I woke up with the hope of getting a text or an email with a new script.

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I thought of Callum’s proposition everyday, I was indeed very lonely. My mind went on and on about his words: ‘If you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call me’

I ended up calling him, just a night out as friends, yeah, friends with capital F. I got ready, I wore a black short skirt and a nice little cardigan. I decided to wear my now light-brown hair on a side ponytail and I styled out my bangs. And surely, Callum and I met at the movies.

We were watching a foolish movie. I was barely even looking at the movie, I was looking at him the whole time and he knew it because I saw that stupid little smirk of his. Swiftly, he placed his hand on my knee, making me smile and look away shyly, like a teenager. After the movie, we got into his car— nervous to do anything wrong, I was very quiet.

“So, you’re lonely all the time?” Callum asked, breaking the silence. I stayed silent, looking out the window. “Tell me, you know it’s just your foolish pride.”

“I stay back home. I’m waiting for a good script to come to me.”

“So what do you even do? You’re lonely and no man is waiting by your side. You seem like the perfect target for a man like me.” Callum joked, I laughed too.

I felt at ease with him, we had a lot of fun even while driving around London. He parked in front of my house, I was in silence. He leaned in and kissed me, not aggressively but romantically, I liked the kiss so I continued it. I never thought I’d make love on the back of a car, afterwards I felt really regretful of it, I was just like Austin now— I had been unfaithful.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked after we had gotten dressed again. He caressed my cheek.

“I shouldn’t have done this.” I said in regret, but he just smiled.

“Hell yeah you should have done so. Time for him to get a taste of him own medicine.” Callum said, I had a mental argument with myself.

Should I keep this going or not? I was a woman with needs and wishes of being desired by my husband but he always decided to turn around and go with other women.

“When do we see each other again?” I asked him, if I was going to cheat, might as well enjoy so.

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My relationship with Callum developed into an affair, very passionate affair. While Austin was away having his fun around London and on set hanging out with Callum, we both texted each other behind his back.

Callum reminded me a lot of myself actually, I had told him one time that I liked blonde-haired men and the next day he texted me telling me that he was at a hairdressers appointment, he surprised me with a selfie of him full on blonde, which he already was naturally. He was scolded by producers. I also told him I liked trench coats and men wearing black slacks, next Sunday night, he’s wearing all of that. I was starting to be as demanding as Austin— and I hated it. What if he was feeling pressured or if he started to feel like I felt?

“It’s boring being the same everyday, sweetheart.” Callum chuckled with me, caressing my cheek softly.

“I don’t want you changing yourself.” I said, a bit sternly. “But blonde does bring out your face more, it makes your eyes stand out more.”

I sounded just like Austin. Just like him. Callum and I spent that night together too, but we were surprised when Austin came home earlier. My acting career prepared me all my life for this, Callum was surprisingly smooth, as he pretended to be coming out of the bathroom fixing his shirt while I quickly made the bed and fixed my smeared lipstick.

“What is he doing here?” Austin asked suspiciously.

“He came over, he said he wanted to see Lori and he thought you were here.” I said confidently as Callum nodded from the couch where he was watching Lori play.

“I thought you were here, mate. Sorry bout that.” Callum said, playing innocent for most part. Austin just nodded and took off his coat, placing it on the rack, he bent down to pick up Lori and placed a kiss on her cheek. He walked up to me and he wiped some runny eyeliner. It had smeared on the corner of my eye because of Callum and I having out little get-together in bed.

“Your makeup is all smeared.” He said, his touch being anything but gentle. He then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, he was jealous. Jealous because Callum was there.

“I know— the weather is wet. It makes my eyeliner smear.” I said, I used waterproof eyeliner.

We had dinner together all night, all of us, it was rather uncomfortable. Austin was really jealous.

“You like my wife?” Austin tried to be playful while hiding his jealousy.

“I’d snatch her and Lori at any minute.” Callum answered back jokingly. “I’m kidding but y’all are beautiful family.”

Callum said all while looking at me, I wanted to kill him right there. I just nodded and smiled. And you know what? For the first time in so long— I felt alive.

#Spotify #austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austinbutler #elvis and me

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snwycde · 3 months

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Connected (Bang Chan) part 5

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings‼️: MDNI, mentions of s*xual thoughts in the beginning (continuation of part 4)

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 5!!!

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Chan hops into the shower, he’s usually not one for morning showers but - well due to the circumstances he’s been given, he doesn’t really have a choice.

I haven’t seen her in like three weeks. What the hell? Chan rinses his body, trying not to think of how vivid his dream felt. “Fuck,” he says out loud getting mad because he’s starting to get hard again. He reaches and turns on the cold water.

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“Chan hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin as he sits on the couch watching, “The studio is closed this week for remodeling.”

“Fuck, right.” Chan stands for a minute thinking, “Thanks for the reminder Innie.”

Chan waves at Jeongin before leaving the dorm. He walks to the car and heads off from there. If you’re wondering where he’s going well…

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Connections. The sign shines, being hit by the sunlight as he parks outside of the cafe.

He’s just here to eat some breakfast while working on some beats for his song, his song that he desperately needs to start on. But yeah, that’s the only reason. Not to wait and see if you’ll arrive at your family owned cafe. To sit down in your favorite spot, and work on whatever you need to work on.

Chan orders the same thing, but includes a toasted sandwich this time since he’s starving. As he waits for his drink and food to arrive, he pulls out his laptop and sets up his area. When he turns on his laptop he remembers, Right. Wifi.

As if someone read his mind, “The wifi passcode is magnets, all lowercase,” they set down a drink, their drink. Chan looks up to see you taking a seat right across from him.

“Look, I know this is a public business, but out of all cafes in Seoul, you decide on this one. Why?” You look cold, not the emotional self you were three weeks ago, it puts Chan on edge, unsure of how to respond.

“Hi Miss L/N, how are you doing?” A server comes up to place Chan’s drink and sandwich down, “Would you like your usual?”

Y/n nods and says thank you, sending the server off.

“I just like it here, am I not allowed to come here?” it isn’t a lie technically, he does like the cafe, but was it the full truth maybe not, “Also paparazzi aren’t allowed to come in here or in this district” he added, trying to save himself.

Y/n doesn’t seem relieved nor mad at Chan’s response; she just looks tired. “I want to talk about last time,” she places her drink down, “Can we talk about it?”

Chan does want to talk about it but he doesn’t and the fact that she brought it up so suddenly and that he wasn’t expecting it makes him say, “I don’t really know what’s there to talk about.”

Y/n makes a face, like “really?”, except instead of being annoyed she just seems disappointed, “You always hated confrontation.”

Chan just looks at Y/n not sure what to say, his silence annoys Y/n.

“Fine then. You listen and I’ll talk, okay?” Chan nods.

“I really don’t want to hate you. I want us to be able to move on happily with our lives with no hate for each other.” Y/n looks at Chan to see if he’ll say something, he just nods. “I think I was probably intoxicated and I was also in an emotional state last time you saw me. It was all just bad timing. I had no idea you’d be at the bar at the same time as me, especially… well yeah.”

“Yeah.” is all Chan gets out, trying to pretend like he didn’t follow her to the bar.

“In the car, I meant everything.”

That makes Chan look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Everything.” You play with your hands, you’re more nervous now, “I meant to get mad and irritated at you. I’m not going to deny my feelings just because you don’t agree with them. I don’t know or think you reflected on our conversation as much as I did but I know I got loud but it was just because it felt like you weren’t listening to me. And I know you technically don’t have to listen to me because like you said, we’re not dating.“ Y/n pauses to make eye contact with Chan, “I just had some pent up emotions that I just never got rid of and it was eating at me. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you’ve moved on.”

Chan doesn’t look away, “Y/n?”

She looks up at him, “yeah?”

“Did you mean it when you said I was the love of your life?”

Y/n forces a smile, and a pink flush shows onto her cheeks, she calms herself down quickly before answering with, “I mean, no shame in it, but yeah.” She picks up her drink right after, then continues talking.

But Chan can’t hear anything because he’s still thinking about it, “Why did you never tell me that?”

“What?” Y/n looks irritated that you interrupted her, but confused.

“Why didn’t you..you tell me I was the love of your life?” Chan hasn’t touched his food or drink.

“Because by the time I knew, I realized you didn’t think the same for me.” she sits up in her seat, “and no offense Chan, but I’m not one of your fans who’ll easily give you their heart and soul just because you say I love you to me. You can say that you loved me so much but your actions were lacking. It just wasn’t eno–”

“I love you. I mean I loved you.” Chan blurts out.

Y/n looks at him, quite shocked.

“You – I-I did love you, so much. Too much. ”

“Chan I need you to stop,” Y/n suddenly looking sad.

“No, come on now, listen it’s my turn to speak,” Chan places his hands flat on the table, “I loved you too much. It was indescribable. From the first time I met you here. I fell in love with you. And every single interaction after that I knew you were going to be the love of my life.”

Y/n looks around not being able to respond, nervous.

“Every time I saw you, you would pull me in. Like,” Chan stops, “...magnets.”

Chan looks into Y/n’s eyes, “did you make the password here?”

“Chan, it was made a long time ago.” She shrugs it off.

“No, I came here once a year ago, and the password was some random plant name.” Chan suddenly has more life into the words he’s saying.

“It’s just a word.” Y/n doesn’t look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She doesn’t.

“What if we try again.” Chan isn’t asking, he’s stating.

You look up at him, “What?”

“I-I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my dreams, especially since I first saw you last month at the ice skating rink, you’ve been on my mind.”

“Chan stop.”

“No Y/n, come on, I know we have some things to fix between us, but you have to feel it too. Every time we see eachother we are pulled to eachother. Like magnets. That was our joke remember?” Chan’s just ranting now, he’s speaking so much more than he has in years. “We said we are total opposites, but we loved eachother. We were magnets, pulled together to be connected.”

“Y/n.” Chan gets you to look in his eyes for a moment, “I want to try again. I-I want you, I don’t what it is but I know it has to be you,”

Y/n’s eyes get watery but she scoffs, “Chan you’re not being fair right now.”

“Is this not what you wanted? For me to communicate how I’m feeling?”

“It’s too late for that Chan.”

“No, no it’s not, Y/n,” Chan takes both of your hands into his and looks you in the eyes, “I still love you.”

Chan watches as a tear drops down Y/n’s face, as she pulls her hands away, “I don’t think you understand how hurtful that was.”

“What?” Chan watches as she starts to stand up taking her drink, “Y/n –”

“Look, I wanted to say thank you for the ride and for the situation I was in with my boyfriend. I seemed –”

“Wait boyfriend?”

“Yes, please don't interrupt me.”

“You mean ex boyfriend?”

A bell rings saying that someone entered, making Y/n look over, Chan’s eyes following hers.

A guy smiles and waves at her, and walks over to her, seeing Chan his face drops.

“Hi Jaebum,” Chan hears you say softly to him before turning back to Chan, “Chan this is my boyfriend, Jaebum. Jaebum, this is my old friend… Chan. ”

“Hi we met briefly before, and I spoke with Y/n and I just wanted to apologize for my behavior.” Jaebum softly bows, “I’m really sorry, and thank you for taking care of her in that moment when it should’ve been me.” Jaebum looks at Chan.

Chan is silent, unsure of what to say, just looking at him.

“Jae, do you think you can wait in the car? I’ll be right out.” He nods before saying bye to Chan which Chan lazily waved back.

After Y/n sees Jaebum leave, she looks at Chan, “Look –”

“That guy is your boyfriend? Still?”

“Chan don’t act like you know anything.”

“Do you love him?”

“You don’t get to ask that.”

“No, tell me right now,” he stands up, his figure leaning over you, “Tell me you love him.”

“You don’t deserve to know that.”

“Tell me you love him more than me.”

“Chan!” She looks at you in disbelief, “I-I have to go. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

She leaves him quickly, leaving him standing next to his table, watching her as she walks out the doors.

author's note: im so so so so so sorry for taking so long to make a part 5. please forgive me college has been a huge bitch to me lately. thank you so much for your patience and i promise i will never take that long again to post an update on this story or any story without announcement 😔

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 26 days

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Hi (: can you please do a skz where the reader has the fear of being abandoned and they wake up in the morning seeing skz are not with them?

Hey love ofc!

Warning: Angst, Fluff,

mood: felt cute might delete later.

Song recommendation:leave me lonely by Ariana Grande

Leave me lonely

Hyung version

Bang Chan

You wake up stretching your arm to feel him close and hug him in the morning but you don't feel him there, your lonely bed just a ray of sunlight hitting the floor in front of your bed you sit up worrying about where he went, You cover your naked body with the sheets trying to look for an answer but no sign of him.

Did you do something wrong last night? did he not like it? Were you not pleasurable enough?

Your eyes started to get watery as small tears started to pour out your eyes as you cuddled yourself with your banket letting sobs out your mouth.

you remember your repeated story of your exes when they left just like that because they had enough of you by using you and leaving you lonely, you didn't expect that from Chan, you kept quiet to listen if maybe he was around the house, but you couldn't hear anything

You let your sobs louder than before feeling your heart breaking.

"Babygirl what happened? Chan opens the door rushes over to you and envelopes you in his arms "You were here?" you ask him in tears

"yes, baby what happened?" He asks worriedly "I thought you left me Chan" You sob harder and hug him back

"awww baby I will never leave you, I was just making us some breakfast, and yeah... it was supposed to be a surprise" but you kept crying "Shh, baby don't cry I got you" he smiled and kissed your forehead "I can't stop crying though" you said through sobs and the laughed "it's ok baby lets cuddle ok? your just sensitive form last night" he winks and lay's you down on top of him.

he caresses your head as you try to control your breathing, and you hear him making dirty jokes to try to make you stop crying but everything is better with a passionate kiss he gives you before you guys fall back asleep

Lee Know

Last night's argument led us to have angry sex, one of the best we ever had, but it didn't seem to get better after it though, ofc we had a cuddle session afterward but I think it's better to talk it out first

I turn around in my bed to face him but I'm met with an empty space, I immediately sit up and look around for him, I grab a shirt from his shirt from our closet and start looking for him in the bathroom, but he isn't there, I looked in the kitchen but it was empty, I started to get nervous as I don't see him

I don't want him to leave me just because of a fight, just because got insecure and jealous because he was talking with a college after work

I don't want to end like this my heart races as my eyes get teary

"Lee knows babe where are you" My voice sounded desperate as sobs start to leave me, I sat on the couch and hugged my knees trying to put pressure on my chest to not start a panic attack.

I cry hard enough that makes my chest hurt, feel disowned, and unloved making me rethink how should I acted yesterday, I shouldn't accused him of something that I misunderstood

"y/n?" I hear the front door open I turn around to look at him, I stand up and run to him, putting my arms around him

"what happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" he pulled away to check my body and see if I was ok, but since I didn't respond he hugged me a put a hand on my chest making me feel safe around him

"I thought you really left," I said trying to stop crying "no baby I'm sorry I did t mean what I said yesterday, I promise you I will never leave you ok?" he assures me, and hugs me again "I'm sorry as well"

I cried into his chest "Look don't cry I left to grab some breakfast for us" he kissed my head and led us to the table and started breakfast.

Chanbin

last night I was feeling really bad, and Chanbin cuddled me all night as I cried on his chest feeling bad about having a mental breakdown, On our 2nd anniversary he was there with me all the time, and until now

I just woke up and I wanted to have more time with him before he left to work, but can't see him anywhere, was I too annoying last night? did I cry too much that I bored him? Maybe he got mad and left for work without saying goodbye.

I curled in my bed putting my pillow on my face I started sobbing into it, why am I always so dramatic? why do I always need someone on my side? why can't I not bother anyone in every single thing I do?

"bunny what happened?" Chanbin says getting out of the bathroom, messy hair and still in his pj's he rubs his eyes getting into bed and hugging my figure, still curled up on the sheets

"I'm sorry for always crying, I thought I annoyed you and you left," I said cleaning my tears "Oh bunny don't cry, you never annoy me because you're my bunny," he said the last part in Aeygo making me laugh, "and of course, I will never leave you alone after a conversation like yesterday, I know you need me to know as ever and I'm here for you"

you nodded and kissed him and he kissed you back "Why weren't you here?" you asked rubbing your eyes "Well I was taking a shit so..." he says and we both laugh as we cuddle up against each other and put on the TV admiring each others presence

Hyunjin

Hyunjin has been busy he has been more at work, finishing his artwork for his presentation next month I know it takes its time but I need him now more than ever I need him to be with me to hold me and love me, so my Idea of last night was to get him all up on me and

it did work

I wake up in the morning but I hear the shower on he is getting ready to leave for work, Why can't he stay with me? he always leaves early 7 am and gets back at midnight, so we don't have time together, feeling tired I sit up and look for my clothes, but get too dizzy and sit back down, I try once more and grab my clothes, get dressed in my comfortable pj's I sit on the edge of the bed looking at out bathroom door waiting for him to get out.

He gets out only with some joggers on, drying his hair and looking for his shirt "I'm going to be back late again, so don't wait for me" he says looking another way as he is getting dressed "You leaving me alone again?" he nods looking at you with empathy " Sorry work has been very busy" he continues to dress himself "can't we be together for some time?" you ask "we had our time last night baby" he turns his head to the side and looks back at the mirror "yeah but I need you more than anything right now" "I know me too but life is tough sometimes" he kisses my forehead before putting his shoes on " Hyunjin wait... really I need you by my side... I don't want to be alone right now" your tears fall down your cheeks as you look at him

"Don't cry y/n I will be back don't worry" he kisses you and opens the door

"Hyunjin I'm pregnant," you say fast, and his tracks stop

"What?" he looks back shocked waiting for this to be your joke of the week

"I'm 2 months in already and I just didn't know when to tell you because you were always busy" You cry even harder, scared of his reaction "Oh my go- why didn't you tell me sooner, baby I should've taken better care of you" He comes back and hugs you tight

"it's ok don't worry, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, baby" he sits back down on the bed and lays you down on his chest while you cry " I'm going to be here with you all the time, he kisses you and cuddles next to you, forgetting about work and about stress now he can only think about his baby mama and his baby right now.

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vxnillsstuff · 7 months

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Hi! May I please request Fionna dating headcanons with a fem or gender neutral reader?

Dating Fionna Headcanons - Fionna (Fionna and Cake) x GN!Reader

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BACKSTORY (IN ORDER)

(This is like… in a universe where everything isn’t shitty? Like… how her universe was supposed to be.)

Fionna probably met you while on an adventure.

Her and Cake were fighting this big monster and we’re almost about to be defeated when you dropped in and saved them.

She thanked you and offered you to tag along with her and Cake. You happily accepted her offer.

You guys get along really well and throughout the months of adventuring around Ooo, you, Cake, and Fionna were like best friends.

One day, you guys were camping out in the woods since it was late and you guys didn’t want to travel back to the Treehouse.

You were sitting out by the fire that Fionna put together.

You could hear Fionna and Cake talking in the distance but you couldn’t decipher what they were saying.

Then, Fionna came over and sat next to you, warming her hands up on the fire.

She seemed… different. Almost anxious.

You turned towards her and raised an eyebrow.

She turned towards you as well and her face seemed… pink? Almost as if she was blushing… ^_−☆

You asked her what’s wrong and she immediately blurted out how she thinks she has a crush on you.

You pause, a surprise look on your face. You explained that you liked her as well and she seemed surprised.

You two talked about where you were in your relationship and what you guys were going to do now.

You two decided that you guys should just live with these feelings for a bit and see how things go.

About a month later, she asked you out!

She got you a bunch of flowers and made them into a bouquet with some twine. She gave them to you when she asked you.

WHAT ITS LIKE DATING HER (NO SPECIFIC ORDER UNLESS SPECIFIED)

She’s definitely cuddly and very clingy. She’s constantly holding onto you whether it’s the side of your sleeve or your hand.

She was very nervous to say “I love you” because she didn’t want to say it too early and mess anything up.

She was just very nervous in general but as you started to flirt more she loosened up.

She never had a whole lot of energy to clean so anytime you would come over, clean up and talk to her about how living junk isn’t super healthy. You didn’t mind in the end because you liked to help.

When it comes to fighting, you guys would just get into heated discussions but never like actual fights. It’s always over something silly and you guys always forgive each other after.

She is definitely a hoodie / clothing stealer. For example: “where’s my shirt?” you say. “It’s probably at my house somewhere.” Fionna responded, giggling.

You guys defiantly have a favorite thing. For example, you guys have a favorite song that you always listen to when together or a favorite snack you guys always get when hanging out. She’ll always be like, “(insert name here), ITS OUR THING!”

It’s definitely the little things when it comes to the relationship. Like, maybe you’ll set out her outfit or do her laundry. Maybe she’ll make you some breakfast, even if it doesn’t taste the best.

Double dates with Gary and Marshall are the funniest things EVER. Chaotic energy the whole time. (That’s a good fanfic idea… lmk if y’all wanna see that.)

She loves to make little doodles on paper and leave them on your fridge or at your desk. As well as little notes about how much she appreciates you and loves you.

Cake was definitely predicting your relationship. She’d always be like “maybe (insert name here) can help open that jar…” and yada yada.

When you stay the night at her house and the other way around, she always cuddles you and whispers little compliments in your ear. For example: “you’re so amazing…”, “I can’t believe your mine…”, and yada yada.

Dates are always something very simple other than going out with Marshall and Gary. For example, staying in watching movies, going out for drinks, etc. She isn’t too big on fancy stuff.

She’s very big on kisses. She likes kissing you basically everywhere but especially your neck.

STUBBORN. She is hella stubborn and will make a big deal out of everything single thing.

Note: I DID IT! Feel free to request more. 💙🌀

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wandasmistress · 2 years

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Our Love

Synopsis- You didn’t expect to fall for Wanda as hard as you did. So when the time comes to take the big step in your relationship you discover something about Wanda that she was hesitant on telling you. But you didn’t mind helping her, and you loved the idea of being her first.

Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content

Word Count- 5.5k

A/N- I was listening to “Our Love” from Arcane and decided to dedicate this fic to that song, I recommend listening to it as you read. Oh yeah and thanks for @stonemags for helping me with this and to get out of writers block for now…

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Everyone in the compound could see just how in love you two were. You were always cuddled up on the common room's couch, Wanda seated in your lap as you wrapped your hands around her back, enclosing her in your arms as she stuffed her face into your neck breathing your enamoring scent in. You would be settled in this exact position for hours if it wasn't for someone interrupting you or a quick unexpected mission briefing.

Nat would always walk in on you and Wanda in the early mornings in the kitchen, she always questioned herself as to why you two were up at the crack of dawn every day. Wanda would be seated on the kitchen counter wrapped in a blanket that had your identical long-lasting scent, wrapped around her body like a cocoon to shield her from the morning cold as her legs dangled in front of the counter. While you stood perched in between her legs, spoon-feeding her favorite breakfast which consisted of fluffy blueberry french toast douched in maple syrup with glistening beef sausage links that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. You stared at her with a dopey smile on your face, admiring the stunning view, you couldn’t deny it was your favorite.

Mesmerized with the way her lips enclosed over the fork, basking in the quiet moans she would release from the clash of flavors in her mouth. It would take a lot of self-control in Natasha to try and not physically gag from the high amounts of PDA you two both showed in public all the time, but you two were both too busy gazing deeply into each other's irises to ever notice her presence. And she made her trips to the kitchen quiet and quick to not disturb you two. She might have found it weird at first but then those feelings washed away when she saw how in love you both were.

Or the way Steve would flick on the lights in an empty briefing room and catch you two entwined in each other's grasps as your tongues were down each other's throat. Your hands moved madly across her hair while her knuckles started to turn white from the hold she had on your neck as she dove into the kiss. The bright lights never deterred your movements, only the loud thud of unfinished mission reports echoing through the still room. You and Wanda quickly hustled out of the room, avoiding the big workload as per usual. Steve would always be startled by the way you two would constantly be touching each other like you couldn’t get enough, but he knew the only solid explanation is the passion that you both shared which was like an untamed raging fire.

And the way Sam would always find you guys outside under the big oak tree that stood at the edge of the compound's property. You leaned against the tree as Wanda laid on her back, her head in your lap. Your fingers brushed through her curls all the while gently scratching at her scalp as she bit down on her lips softly while staring deeply into your eyes that shined with so much devotion. From a far distance, he could tell you were whispering honeyed words to her as her laugh echoed through the grass field. He always thought about messing with you guys a little by throwing a ball your way or shouting out ”enjoying your sex, ladies?” but he decided it was best to leave you both be.

One because of Wanda, she was sweet and soft but when she got pissed she turned scary and spine-chilling and he rather chose life than death. And second, because he didn't want to disrupt your moment together, the way you two were always stuck in your own world not paying a single mind to anything or anyone else brought warmth to his heart after witnessing such evil come from mankind. He always would walk back to the doors of the compound with an authentic smile shown on his face.

Or the way Pietro would catch you hugging in the hallway, your arms sealing Wanda in as you swayed back and forth kissing her head every few seconds. And seeing the way you treated Wanda with complete respect and adoration, always taking her words into consideration and hearing her out, never making her feel bad or being passive-aggressive. You were gentle with her and patient, something that he admired about you.

At first, he was uncertain about Wanda going off and dating an Avenger, worried it would end wrong or you wouldn't treat her well, past resentment still residing within him. But when he saw the way she looked at you endearingly he no longer felt the need to bring upon his negativity towards your relationship but relished in the way you made her feel such joy after a long time of despair which use to almost always be present in the brunette.

It's safe to say that everyone in the compound could see and feel the love blazing off of you both. And for the first time in a long time, Wanda felt at true peace. Every night she had big warm arms to settle into as she dozed off into a deep sleep, her nightmares stopped the day you moved into her room and fell asleep together for the first time. You were like her own personal dream catcher that warded off all the darkness and devilry that consumed her exhausted mind at night. But to her, you were way more than that. The way you praised her and gave her attention, literally made her feel like the only woman in the world. The way you would grab her hand and do small circular motions to take away the anxiety she felt at certain times, and she didn't even have to tell you, you just knew.

Or the way you mastered the skill of cooking just for her to be able to make her favorite dishes and surprise her weekly. She heard from Natasha how whenever she was on a mission you were always in the kitchen cooking or baking up a storm, being successful at most attempts and failing some too. But you never quit because your determination to please Wanda was far greater. Her eyes teared up at Natasha’s words because she has never had someone be that committed to making sure she was content and satisfied.

And lastly, the way you touched her, you two haven't had sex yet despite being together for a year and you were both perfectly fine with that. You always told Wanda that when the time came it would be ideal and that there was no rush. She was relieved by your words and so grateful that she had someone as extraordinary as you to call her own. Whenever your hands touched any inch of her body it would send an electric shock down her spine, your touch was so addicting to her and she couldn't get enough, that's why she was always close and in your proximity.

You both were head over heels for one another and never strayed far apart for too long. You both were like a magnet, always coming back together. And you were both like the fairy tale romance everyone wished to experience just once in their life.

Today was the one-year anniversary since you and Wanda started dating. The most special day to you that you held dear in your heart. This date held clear significance because when it rounded the corner it was all you could think about, getting nervous jitters about making it unforgettable for Wanda. You were planning to go all out because you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you. It was insanely crazy how fast you fell in love with her, but what brought more satisfaction to your heart was knowing she held the same feelings for you. And because of that, you deemed yourself the luckiest person on the planet.

You got up around five am to start preparing for the day, trying your best to leave the bed as silently and quickly as possible. But that was almost impossible considering how interlaced you and Wanda’s bodies were. She lay on top of you with her head resting on your chest while one of her arms came behind your back and the other behind your neck while your legs interlocked in a weird but comfortable position.

Groaning quietly at how you didn't want to leave her perfect form here to wake up by herself and potentially spike her anxiety at the thought of you gone, but you had to start setting up your surprise for her. So as best you could you wrapped your arms around her and started prying her locked body parts off of you. It was hard but after a few close calls of her eyes fluttering open, you managed to slip from underneath her and rush to the bathroom.

Once you exit your room quietly without making a peep you booked it for the kitchen, having forgotten your notebook full of phone numbers of the places you needed to request things from. As you mindlessly speed-walked into the kitchen you bumped into someone, getting knocked out of your trance. You looked up to see Natasha with raised eyebrows as she looked at your near panicked form. She was about to wish you good morning but you cut her off quickly.

“Please keep Wanda busy for the rest of the day, can you do that? Okay, thanks!” You sputtered out giving her a final pat on the shoulder and snatching the open notebook from the cluttered counter next to her.

Natasha was left dazzled in your wake, she nodded briefly while you turned your back and walked away. She didn't know what this was about but she could certainly tell it had you extremely anxious from the way your hair was in a slight mess and you looked as if you just threw on the first things you saw.

But she stuck to your word and kept Wanda busy all day whether it meant giving the extra mission reports that needed to be done or taking her out to retrieve covert packages from an undisclosed location. All day she could tell that a dark cloud had come over Wanda, the little groans she let out after looking at the clock every half an hour to see if time had magically flown by. Taking out her phone every few minutes to check it, then letting out a deep sigh when she seemed to not find what she was looking for, slowly tucking it back into her pocket. Natasha wondered why you wanted to keep Wanda away from you all day and couldn't help but feel sad that maybe there was something going on between the both of you.

She tried her best to cheer Wanda up by stopping by at a drive-thru and ordering her favorite cheat meal that Wanda liked to call it. But when Natasha pulled up into the Shake Shack near the warehouse Wanda waved her off and said she wasn't in the mood. A sense of uselessness overcrowding Natasha’s being because a good old greasy burger and high sodium fries always cheered up the brunette.

As the gloomy day carried on for Wanda all she wanted to do was go back to bed and curl up in her bundle of blankets. She thought you forgot about your anniversary when you didn't bother to text or call her, she didn't like the pain she felt at the thought of your absence. And her heart almost stopped when she woke up alone, your body no longer providing a sense of warmth for her. She thought back to when her eyes started to water faintly then Natasha burst through her bedroom door, dragging her out of bed and forcing her to get ready for the long day ahead of them.

Wanda tried to beg her not to go but Natasha was taking none of it as she planted herself on Wanda’s bed, supervising the witch's slow actions as she meandered about the room grabbing various items to get ready. She heard Wanda’s quiet sniffles fill the room and she contemplated asking if there was anything going on between Wanda and you but decided to stay silent when Wanda chose a hoodie from your dresser and held it close to her body when she walked into the bathroom.

You had just gotten out of the shower after finishing everything, you were running around the compound like a mad man. Shouting over the phone if a place canceled and said they couldn't be able to give you the proper stuff you needed or the wind messing up your set up multiple times. But after all the hardship you were finally done and now all that was left was to get yourself cleaned up which you did, choosing to wear your black velvet blazer Tony had bought you for one of his parties, and black leather pants that were hidden deep in your drawers with a black button-up dress shirt underneath.

Shooting Wanda a quick simple text for her to meet you at the compound's front doors after she looks in the bag on the bed and gets dressed. A smile on your face from the anticipation but it faltered when you saw ‘seen’ pop up below the text and no reply after that. Your heart started to beat rapidly because you thought that it was over, that she wouldn't come but you reassured yourself that this was Wanda, who adored you, so you flattened out your blazer and took in a deep breath closing your eyes as you transported to the front of the steps of the compound. You took a seat on the cement step and collected your inner thoughts as you waited patiently.

When Wanda saw your text her heart skyrocketed, not because you finally decided to text her but because she thought you were preparing to break up with her. It was a wild thought that got the best of her mind and made her start to worry. She excused herself from Nat quickly, not giving her a chance to keep her there any longer as she ambled over to her room with heavy steps. She wasn't relaxed she was tense all throughout her body.

When she got to her room door she stopped before she opened it to take in deep breathing, thinking about how everything was about to change. But as she pushed the door open her eyes took to scanning the contents of the room to see if you have packed all your clothes and miscellaneous things away. But to her surprise everything was how she left it this morning, a feeling of peacefulness washing over her aching heart; maybe there was still hope after all.

The beige bag went unnoticed by Wanda as she walked further into the room, all her worries about earlier washing away. A smile was brought to her face as she walked up to the front of the bed and took a seat while her eyes filled with joy. Her bottom collided with soft sharp edges, she released a small yelp at the intrusion. Head whipping around as she shot up and directed her attention to the bed, breath-stopping when her eyes landed on a white tinted beige Prada shopping bag. Her angular fingers moved down towards the matte lengthy bag, picking at the strings and unraveling them to access the inside. When she looks inside the contents of the bag her face lights up with gaiety, subtly biting her slip at the sight of a black plunging tall neck split thigh dress. Butterflies come to her stomach when she holds up the eye-catching dress in the warm soft glow of the bedroom light.

It doesn't take her long to also find the note that was left at the bottom of the bag, her fingers quick to grab it from the bag and read it. Her eyes skimmed over the note and her lips turned upwards into a dazzling smile as her heart grew bigger in her chest.

To my beloved and most loved Wanda,

I got this dress for you specifically and I know that it’ll match you exquisitely. I don't want to give away too much but know that everything has a reason so don't think negatively my love. Meet me in the front of the compound when you're done, I’ll be there, always.

From your biggest follower and admirer, Y/n

She held the note close to her chest for a few seconds as she left your words to sink into her deeper and ease away the doubt she carried earlier. It didn't take her long to grab her makeup bag from her messy vanity and shuffle off into the bathroom to get dressed, she wanted to make sure she looked her best, even though you've always thought she never needed makeup because of her natural beauty was so pure.

It’s now been around thirty minutes that you have been waiting at the front steps of the compound, panic running wild within you as you thought about all the possibilities of what she could be doing. Did she not see the dress? Does she not want to come? What if she hates me? I fucked up. Pacing back and forth as your arms were crossed around your chest, biting your lips harshly as the cool wind whipped against you moving form in the silence of the night.

But what you didn't recognize as you paced back and forth was Wanda’s approaching form, she was also hesitant but worry quickly overfilled her when she saw your nervous anxiety-filled figure. As she comes face to face with the compound's front door you still don't notice her in your fit of haziness, she gently pushes the door open and is met with the cool breeze that engulfs her as she steps outside.

Something in your mind redirects your attention to the front steps of the compound and your breath is taken away from the impeccable view, jaw literally dropping as your eyes stay trained on Wanda. Time moves in slow motion as she moves her hair to one side of her head and takes her time walking down each step. The way the air flows through her curled auburn hair and black dress perfectly accentuates her curvy figure. Gusts of wind reveal her excitingly toned lanky shining legs that you have spent so much time caressing.

You snap out of her trance and rush to give her a hand at the bottom of the stairs all the while a wistful smile erupts on your face from the longing, you never knew how you managed to not even talk to her today. But she happily takes a hold of your warm hand when she gets to the final step, her divine perfume attacks your senses making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head and she catches it, releasing a soft chuckle that breaks the silence of the night.

Walking away from the steps hand in hand Wanda cant help the shaking in her hands when you suddenly stop from continuing the path to your car. You turn her over by the shoulders releasing your grip on her hands and a small frown finds its way onto her face from the loss of your fingers. You clear your throat trying to think of something, anything to say but you don't want to ruin this moment. So she takes over instead.

She takes your hands in hers and looks up into your eyes meaningfully. “Well if you’re gonna break up with me I had to at least look my best to hopefully change your mind.” She tells you softly while playing with your flexible fingers, something she liked to do often.

Her words snap you out of your stillness and you're quick to respond, “You know I would never.” Your response makes her cheeks start to warm up and she looks away trying to hold back a smile. “I'd be a fool to let someone like you go, I could never make that mistake.” You finally tell her. Looking into her sharp turquoise green eyes for what felt like eternity brought such fondness to your body.

You silently turn her back around to where her back is facing your front and you slowly bring your hands up to her eyes, her hands quick to touch yours in an act of confusion. You whisper into her ear. “Don't worry, I’ve got you.” You simply tell her and all the concern slips away as she fully trusts your motives.

You press her front into your back deeper so there is no ounce of space in between you, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, then teleporting. Wanda has always expressed how she dislikes the way you teleport, the impact being too much on her stomach which caused her to let out a quick shriek when you transported to another location. You couldn’t help but laugh, removing your hands from her eyes and pressing multiple pecks on the top of her head, her eyes slowly open making her quietly gasp at her surroundings.

Her eyes wandered the enticing view, her head moving around in different directions to capture the true beauty of the scenic scene all around her. The dark grass cascading around the lit-up hilltop draped with fairy lights while the lampposts also provided a low source of light to accompany them flawlessly. The large blanket is spread out across the grass with multiple items like a large picnic basket, a bucket of champagne, plates, and cutlery, with a folded up wooly blanket resting atop the blanket.

She quickly turns over to look at you with wide eyes, tears threatening to fall down her precious face. Your hands were quick to come up to her cheeks and cup her face.

“You did this all for me?” She let out quickly, holding in her tears to the best of her ability.

“Yes, I’d do anything for you. To the moon and back.” You tell her, delicately stroking her ample cheeks that held a tint of red.

She couldn't respond with words so she dove into your chest, wrapping her arms around your upper torso as she snuggled closer to your body. Your arms came to wrap around her body as you took in the feel of her in your hold, rubbing the small of her back gracefully. You stayed connected for a few minutes silently taking in this moment for yourselves and enjoying it to the best of your abilities.

After the hug, you brought her over to the picnic setup and offered to take off her heels so she could step on the blanket to feel; more comfortable, settling down on the edge of the blanket to also take your dress shoes, setting them down next to Wanda’s heels on the grass and scurrying over to find her digging into the picnic basket.

Once you have mini desserts and snacks settled onto plates, some of Italy's best delicacies. Spoon feeding Wanda her favorite stuffed ravioli, sauce catching onto the side of her lips but your hand quick to wipe it off making her blush uncontrollably. After you finish up eating the luscious finger foods you settled into one another's arms while indulging in small talk and stargazing, sipping on chardonnay and stealing lengthy and lazy kisses every few seconds.

You two have been staring at the slowly moving clouds in peace for the past couple of minutes, reveling in the serene calmness that the night brought on. Wanda was currently curled into your side, her head resting on your shoulder comfortably while your dress coat was covered her upper body allowing some of the cold air to breeze upon her collarbones. She decided to have your dress coat over the blanket because it smelled of you. Wanda's hands were wrapped around your arm closest to her chest, your free arm coming around to rest on her waist.

It was Wanda who broke the hold, rising up to hover above your face. A dumb smile spread across your face as she gathered your cheeks in her hand gently stroking them while staring intensely at your face as she bit her bottom lip in thought. Seeing this side of her always made you empty-headed, too consumed by her hypnotic features to think about anything else so you stayed still in her grasp, breathing becoming shallow.

“This means so much to me Y/n, you don't even know, thank you.” She concluded by dipping her head down to connect your lips in a long sensual kiss. Her fingers slide their way up into your hair gently pulling on your strands which makes you give out a slight moan. She smiles into the kiss after hearing the noise released from you, having to clench her thighs together to suppress the thrumming between her legs.

You manage to reply to her in between the mini-breaks for air. “It’s all my pleasure, baby.” Wanda hearing the pet name roll off your tongue makes her dive deeper into your face, dragging her cunning fingers down your scalp.

You bite her lip with pressure then run your cool tongue over the spot, making her squirm above you. Your hands came to grip her thighs that now lay on each side of your torso, your hands sliding up slowly to the bottom of her ass, palming it roughly which makes her release a soft groan into your mouth. Your fingers work around her dress fabric and make contact with her porcelain cool skin.

She lets out a little squeal breaking out of the kiss and moving out of your grip. Your heart starts racing thinking you have done something wrong or accidentally overstepped the boundaries. When you look over at her she is staring at the blanket with her arms wrapped around her protectively, her eyes bouncing all over the blanket in anxiousness. You want to reach out to her so bad but you stop yourself thinking she wouldn't want you to touch her right now.

“I'm sorry,” You couldn't help but apologize. “That I overstepped, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Shit.” You mumble the curse word under your breath, resting your elbows on your knees as you stared off into the distance.

“It's not your fault.” She replies softly, playing with the various rings that occupy her fingers. “It’s my fault, all mine.” She finishes timidly, keeping her gaze trained on the ground.

Your head whips towards her with raised eyebrows and this time you don't hesitate to touch her. You place your hand gently on her back scooching closer to her. “What’s your fault?” You ask patiently.

“I- It’s- This! I can't give you this.” She burst out, looking you in the eyes with distress.

“This? What does that mean?”

“You want sex, and I can't be able to give that to you.” She responds, breaking eye contact with you. You can see the self-consciousness cloud her from the inside.

“No- no, we don't have to have sex if you don't want it. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that, we can go if you want.” You tell her rubbing small circles on her back.

“No, I want to be here with you. I- I never said I do not want to have sex with you, it's just that I don't know how.” She's quick to say.

You're confused now, eyebrows scrunched as you try to understand what she is saying.

“So you do want to have sex, but you don't?”

“No! It's just that I’ve…” She responds, speaking too soft for you to hear the last of what she is saying. She looks away from you again this time biting her lips harshly, worry overriding your system now.

“You what, baby? I couldn't hear you.” You tell her serenely, making sure to be patient with her.

“I’m a virgin, ok. I’ve never had sex, ever. And I just want to make sure that our first time is pleasurable for you, but I have no experience so that wouldn't be possible. I’ll never be able to make you feel as good as you would make me feel.” She pants out, turning her body away from you.

Sudden realization hits you and your heart pains at her confession. You are quick to grab her attention again, bringing your fingers up swiftly to her avoiding her chin, and lifting it up gently. Her uncertain eyes meet your soft ones.

“Oh Wanda, only you could ever make me feel such things that are way better than sex. I don't care if you are a virgin, that changes nothing because as long as I’m with you nothing is wrong.” You tell her dearly.

She jumps into your arms the next moment, letting out a soft sigh as she is back in your hold. You wrap your arms tighter around her kissing her shoulder as you rock her back and forth. She pulls her head back so she is now directly in your line of sight.

“I’m ready. But, I’ve never done anything like this so please be gentle with me.” She whispers.

You nod your head with a small smile. “Of course, tell me if anything is wrong. I'm glad to be your first,” You mention which makes her cheeks grow rosy.

She nods her head and that's when you carefully place one of your hands behind her soft locks on her head and the other around to the small of her back, taking her down so she is laying on the comforting blanket. Her lips are parted as she stares deep into your eyes, the connection never faltering.

You bring your head down slowly and trap her tender lips in a vehement kiss. Her eyes shutter close from the burst of emotions she is feeling right now in this special moment she is sure to hold sacred with her.

As the kiss starts to get more intense you slowly drag your hand from her back and trail it down delicately towards the slit in her dress. Your cool hands once again meet her skin, you can feel her slightly tense beneath you and you break away from the kiss whispering, “Remember, it's just me.” And that's all it takes for her to completely relax under you and grant you permission.

Your fingers meet her wet panties and a small smirk appears on your face, a witty reply on the tip of your tongue but you remind yourself now isn't the time. Your fingers slip past the soaked underwear, sliding them out of your way so you have access to her bare cunt.

Your fingers softly run over her arousal-coated folds and a shiver runs up her spine. The anticipation is too much for her so she breaks apart from the kiss, breath heavy as she finally opens her eyes and meets your vivid gaze. Your thumb starts to work at her clit with the right amount of pressure to make her spiral which releases a breathy moan from the woman beneath you. She sucks in more air as your pace around her clit starts to fasten and the pressure increases, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She can never say she has felt this much intense pressure down there, she has always had build-up but has had to take care of it herself with the fear of telling you about her chasteness that held her down more than it should've. But the things she is feeling right now make her want to go back in time and have sex sooner, sad she missed out on such an elevating experience, but happy to first have it with you.

But it's when your fingers first enter her that makes her eyes pop open and breathing start to quicken, there is some resistance from her reluctant hymen, a small whine leaving her mouth from the moderate pain. Biting her lip to try and suppress the noise but quickly releasing the hold when you shake your head.

“I want to hear you.” You tell her softly.

It’s not much but it is enough to make her stomach flutter and with you finally breaking through her wall the build-up starts to get relieved slowly, making her yearn for more. Small mewls of gibberish released from her opened mouth.

“Faster.” She demands, hands coming up to your clothed back, gripping hard to show you her want for more. Her eyes stay trained on you, strong confidence keeping her afloat.

A small smile creeps its way onto her features from finally being able to know how it feels like to say and ask for a ‘faster’ pace and a blissful smile comes to your face at seeing her start to be comfortable enough to request more to satisfy her better.

It's not long before she is cumming, her lower body writhing beneath your hands while moving up to have your fingers further buried inside her. This new level of intimacy and closeness made her head spin madly, her hands coming up to the nape of her neck as she felt what it was like to experience sexual ecstasy for the first time. Her fingers squeezed your neck as her mouth hung open widely. It was more than nirvana for her when you kept eye contact with her throughout her orgasm and gently stroked your fingers in and out to ease her out of her high.

This wasn't a night she would forget for the rest of her life, and neither was it for you. Wanda was always aroused about how her first time would be, but with you, she knew that she had nothing to worry about. You were right because as long as you were together nothing would ever be wrong.

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Will Miller

Valentine's Day

Go!

You are getting WOO'd

mentions of sexy time and insecurity

Will knows how to romance a woman, having had a fiancé before. With that having broken apart with his PTSD ruining everything good in his life, Will is always worried he's gonna mess it up or he's not doing enough. He overcompensates.

You wake to flowers, the smell of breakfast being made for you and already, you are determined to give your husband special treatment.

You had a cute gift, one of those matching couples keychains with your song on it, but that wasn't going to be enough. No, Will deserved more.

You let him do his breakfast for you, giving him a quick blowjob just to start his work day *right*

Will had an edible arrangement delivered to your work a few hours in, just as you were about to reach for a snack in your purse. fucker knows you like snacks. Goddammit, he's got ahead of you. You call around on your break, trying to see if you can get flowers or chocolate delivered but of course everyone is booked. You tried to see if you could leave early, wanting to get home before Will and start dinner knowing that was his move too but your boss said no. Dammit.

You said him a few lovey texts throughout the day, and it seems everything you say, Will out does you. You needed to fucking up your game. Will deserved so much, he deserved everything and all you got was a stupid keychain.

The store you stopped at in a rush was sold out of everything good and all you find is a cheesy kids Valentines Day box with dinosaurs on it. He told you him and Ben liked playing dinosaurs as kids right? That was one of his favorite games, right? no. Stupid. Between that and the keychain you looked like you were half assing something Will obviously planned.

You come home defeated, only to find a candlelit dinner there for you and Will dressed up. You were not looking your best after a long day of work.

You start crying.

Will's smile dropped, rushing over to take him in your arms. "Princess what's wrong?"

Embarrassed, you have the gift and the chocolate, sniffling and waiting for a disappointed face.

Instead, you see Will light up. "Baby!" He exclaims. "I love it! Thank you!"

"No." You whimper, shaking your head. "This is all I got..." You explain that you feel like your efforts were pathetic compared to his and you worried you weren't showing him how much you loved him. Will listened, his blue eyes bright on you and when you were done he pulled you in again, kissing your forehead.

"Princess, you are my Valentine." Will says earnestly. "And these gifts? They are so thoughtful. You remembered how much me and Benny loved playing dinosaurs, and you gave me a reminder to take everywhere of you and our song, a reminder how much you love me."

"But... You do so much for me, look at all this!" You gesture to the nice dinner.

"It's not a competition. You show your love for me daily. You pack me lunch with cute love notes in them." He kissed into your hair. "You massage my back." He kisses your nose. "You are always careful closing doors and cabinets and drawers to not startle me." He kisses your lips and pulls away to allow you to look at him.

"But that's not anything special" You concede. "I do that because I love you, and you do stuff for me, all the time."

"Yeah." He chuckles with good nature. "Because I love you too. We're in love, we're a married couple. A team. Some days I give more, some days you give more. This year, I happened to want to go all out, but last year you booked us a whole weekend getaway, remember?"

Oh. Yeah. That. "Well... yeah okay."

Will hugs you close, his strong arms comforting you. "I love you, and I love your gifts. I love being at a place in life where I can sit down and eat a homemade dinner with my beautiful wife."

You relax, taking a big wife of the food he made. For a white man with English blood, he sure knew how to cook. "Can I shower before we eat?"

"Of course, princess. you feel better?"

"Yeah." You smile at him, but you still had another idea to treat him, and that's why you wanted to shower. before you dressed up nice for the lovely dinner, you slip on your best lingerie.

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Love you doll sorry its late!

#will miller #will miller x reader #William miller x reader #William miller #valentines day #triple frontier #triple frontier drabble #William miller drabbles

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jaded-jezz · 1 year

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Secret Smiles

Hi, this is my first one-shot so I obviously had to have Jack Champion kick off this account! Let me know your opinions or requests too!

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Jack Champion x F!Reader

☁︎ Fluff

summary: your relationship with Jack is still private so you communicate across events in different ways.

The Emmy Awards. I've heard that so much recently that its starting to sound like a made-up word. I still get goosebumps every time I remember I get to attend these prestigious awards with my cast, friends and-

"Y/N, as beautiful as you look right now, it is time to get up"

And- my boyfriend.

Jack and I have been together for almost 7 months and due to me living in England most of the time, we have been able to keep it a secret. Our relationship is like that Taylor Swift song “London Boy” but flipped. Because god he loves the English.

I give in to the whispering voice and slowly start to stretch to wake my body up. As I open my eyes I realize the curtains have been opened and warm yellow light is pouring down onto the mop of curls bouncing around me.

"Compliments already Champion?" I ask grinning as Jack whips around to see I'm awake now, "Maybe I should stay asleep forever if you think I look that good."

"Yeah but then all my bad jokes would never be laughed at again" he says as he walks towards me offering his arm and bowing slightly, "M'Lady, breakfast is waiting and it'll be cold if we don't hurry" he exclaims in his best British accent before grabbing my hand and pulling me through the hotel room in a fit of mischievous giggles.

He had ordered my favorite from room service and had it set in front of the window with a view of the beach in the distance. Although I woke up later than planned we were still ahead of schedule so we took our time eating and just talking to try and ignore the nerves for tonight.

A knock at the hotel door made us jump and we remembered Jack was supposed to stay in his own room. I tried to whisper that he should wait somewhere until it was safe to leave but my manager and the rest of my team walked in. I'd forgotten they had a key.

"Oh... I let myself in as I thought you over slept but I can see-" She glances at Jack trying not to break her serious face, " you are awake and have company"

Everyone glances at each other for a few moments before erupting into laughter as it's almost an unspoken tradition that me and Jack don't listen to staying separate before something so nerve wracking as The Emmys.

Sadly, Jack was kicked out swiftly so that my team could help me with my hair and makeup and eventually get into my dress. This is one of my favorite parts of the day because everyone is talking and having fun while music plays as background music for us to dance, sing or just listen to. One thing we love to do is make TikToks about the process of my makeover.

I thrive off musical.ly transitions and the fans love it every time, and it makes me so happy. My fans have always been some of my favorite people. When I first started out I followed the first fan accounts and we continue DM regularly after all this time. But even though they are lovely, Jack and I are still wary of hate and also some of the threats that his fans may throw at me. We will tell people eventually but right now its fun to mess with them and give subtle hints for the detectives among the followers.

I am finally ready. I've finished the last parts of TikToks, taken photos and grabbed my bag of essentials like plasters, gum and tissues. I shoot Jack a text and he's at my door in less than 30 seconds. Even though he has seen pictures of my outfit, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I open the hotel door.

"Hey-" My face starts to go red after realizing why he has stopped talking "Jesus Y/N, you look gorgeous, like actually breathtaking, I need an inhaler, Do you have to pay for inhalers? Where do you even buy them from?" He rambles as he becomes flustered in front of the beautiful woman he gets to call his girlfriend.

I grab his face, to stop the word vomit, and kiss him trying not to smile too much. "Thank you Jack, you look as amazing as always" I retort "Is it hot in here, somebody catch me I am going to faint, Cause of death: Jack Champion" We both laugh before our managers tell us its sadly time to separate for the ride to The Emmys.

We text non-stop throughout the journey talking about everything that has ever happened because neither of us can stay on one topic without branching off into a rant or an important piece of backstory to the first conversation. But Jack has to arrive at the theater first so that he can walk the carpet at a similar time to his cast mates, and so that I can do the same. So we text our goodbyes.

Stepping out of the car onto the carpet with fans shouting and cameras flashing is a feeling I will never get used to. The rush hits me as I remember to smile and walk properly to not look like Bambi on ice. My manager is that my side lightly guiding me towards the queue of celebrities next to the paparazzi for our official photos. I use the waiting time to scope out the brown head of hair that will calm me down.

I hear him laughing before I see him. He is doing an interview with one of his favorite cast mates and I feel my face already start to ache from smiling at him. However he doesn't spot me until I'm on the carpet.

(Jack's Interview- Jack's POV)

"So yes, we are extremely proud of this movie" I end my answer for the interviewer. They start to ask another but I am distracted by the roar of noise from behind me. Y/N.

She looks stunning. I can tell why she has such dedicated fans, I mean look at her. I finally catch her eye and we do our little signal.

It's like we have made up our own language for these events. Little head wiggles, eyebrows and nose scrunches and sometimes we risk it by lip syncing the words and we just pray that no one can see we are communicating with each other.

I laugh to myself before I'm pulled away from the trance she has put me in. My cast mate is elbowing me and I realize a few people are staring at me, expecting an answer.

" Oh I'm so sorry, I got distracted" Y/N is never going to stop talking about this, "What was the question?"

(Back to Y/N's POV)

As I walk off the end of the carpet my manager appears, telling me all about Jack's distraction and I already knew he was going to be so embarrassed about this even before I pulled out my phone to be met with the long stream of manic texts from Jack.

(Later that night, in the comment section of Jack's Interview)

jackonion: Is anyone else trying to work out what got Jack so distracted? ↳user142: no omg i was trying to do that too! ↳Y/N's.heart: It was definitely Y/N, you can see her dress at the end of the video. I might be going delusional but it's because I ship them.

"Uh Oh" Jack and I say at the same time.

Wow! So that is the end of my first piece?! Please let me know if its too long or doesn't make sense as I am now paranoid that I just wrote a random bunch of words with my eyes closed. I don't really know if this can have part two but if you think of anything let me know.

Requests are open, so send them through! Use as much detail as you want or have.

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#jack champion #jack champion x reader #x reader #fluff #emmy winner #actress #actress reader #jaded jellyfish sting #oneshot #so cute #marry me jack champion #im so alone

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winchesterwild78 · 24 days

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Chance Meeting pt 14

Part 13

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warning & Summary: SMUT! Unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), Fluff. It’s Saturday and the Padaleckis have arrived. Jensen being a sweetheart and falling in love

A/N: This chapter is Fluffy and a little Smutty, then fluffy again 🥰. Our lovebirds are falling in love and everyone sees it😁

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The next morning you woke up to a bed full. At some point in the night both girls climbed in the bed too. Jensen was laying on the edge of the bed with his oldest practically pushing him off the bed. His other daughter was snuggled up between her and their brother, who was still snuggled to you. You smiled at the sight and felt your heart warm. You slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Before you could close the door Jensen was walking in behind you. “Looks like we had a bed full last night” you smiled as you hugged him. “How did you sleep” you asked him. “Pretty good. I had all my babies with me” he said kissing your forehead. “How did you sleep, sweetheart” he asked. “I slept good. I was worried he would have another nightmare but I’m glad he didn’t.” You told him as you finished up and grabbed your jogging pants and put them on.

“I’m going to go make some coffee and get breakfast started” you told Jensen as you opened the door. You looked at the bed and saw the kids still sound asleep. You smiled as you crept out of the room and went downstairs.

You started the coffee and started pulling out the stuff for breakfast. You heard Jensen coming downstairs and into the kitchen. You had music playing and of course you were dancing and singing. He loved watching you sing and dance around when you were doing stuff in the house. He laughed and came up to you grabbing your hand and spinning you around. You laughed while you two sang and swayed to the song. His voice was a gift from heaven and you could listen to him sing all day. As the song ended he dipped you and pulled you up kissing your lips. “Babe I need to cook breakfast before the kids get up.” You said trying to pull away from him. He pulled you tighter and said “too late” as you heard giggles and feet running down the stairs. The three of them came bounding into the kitchen and ran right past Jensen straight to you. “Miss y/n, good morning!” They said as they all three grabbed onto you. Jensen laughed and said “see I’ve been replaced”. You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes.

Jensen leaned against the doorway watching you and the kids. You hugged each of them and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. They asked for pancakes and bacon. You looked at Jensen and said “of course they want bacon, they are your kids” you laughed. He walked over and gave the kids hugs and told them to go play until breakfast was ready. They left the room and Jensen started helping you with breakfast. “Babe, you don’t have to help. Go play with the kids” you said. “No, y/n I want to help.” He said grabbing a pan. You cupped his face and said “Jensen, I’ve got it. Go play with your babies. You’ve missed them. I promise I can handle breakfast.” You kissed his lips. He poured a cup of coffee, kissed you again and went to find the kids.

Breakfast didn’t take too long to finish and you set the table. You walked to the playroom where you found the kids and Jensen laughing and talking. You heard his oldest talking to him and she said your name. You stepped into the room as you heard “daddy, do you love y/n?” Jensen said “yes I do baby, very much.” “Are you going to marry her” she asked. The question surprised you and you gasped a little. Jensen heard you and he looked up at you. He turned to her and said “maybe one day sweetheart. If she wants to.” “I love her too daddy, she takes care of us and she helped bubba last night when he was scared like mommy does.” She told him. As he stood up he said “yeah, she takes care of a lot of people. She’s amazing like that.” You smiled and blushed a little but said “hey guys, get washed up. Breakfast is ready.” The kids ran to the bathroom to wash their hands and Jensen came over to you. He kissed your lips and said “I like it when you blush, it’s adorable.” You didn’t know if you should mention what he said about marriage so you just left it alone. You absolutely would marry him. Even though it’s only been a few months you knew he was it, but you were not going to push him. He kissed you and must have seen you were deep in thought so he asked “what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours”. “Nothing just thinking about how lucky I am.” You said.

He grabbed your hand and you both walked to the table and started serving the food. The kids were hungry and ate all their food quickly. They asked to be excused and when they got up they came over to you and hugged you. “Thank you for breakfast” they all said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You smiled warmly, hugged them tightly and told them they were welcome.

Jensen stood up and told the kids they needed to take a bath and get dressed before Uncle Jared, Aunt Gen and the kids came over. His oldest was old enough to shower without help, but his youngest kids still needed help. “I’ll clean up if you want to get them cleaned.” You said. He nodded and walked over to you. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear “I meant every word I said to her. I would marry you in a heartbeat if you wanted.” Your breath hitched and you turned your head towards him. Looking in his green eyes you took a deep breath and said “I’d marry you in a heartbeat too, Jensen” then you kissed his lips. He cupped your face and deepened the kiss. As he pulled away you were gasping for air and could still feel his lips on yours.

You watched him walk upstairs and you stood there for a few minutes trying to get your brain to work again. Jensen was the only man who could make you stupid with one kiss. He had a power over you that both excited and scared the hell out of you. You cleaned up the kitchen and grabbed another cup of coffee. You sat down at the table looking through all your pictures. The ones from the con where you met Jensen were some of your favorite, but your absolute favorite ones were the one you took last night of Jensen and his girls and the one he took of you and his son. You couldn’t wait to get pictures of all of the kids with you and Jensen.

It wasn’t too long before you heard the kids and Jensen coming down the stairs. They were all dressed and clean. Jensen’s hair was wet too and he had on a Led Zeppelin shirt that fit him perfectly and a pair of dark jeans that hugged his body in all the right places. You looked up from your coffee and smirked at the sight. You stood up and walked over to him kissing his lips and letting your hands linger on his chest. “I’m going to shower and get dressed” you said walking past him. You let your fingers run across his chest and bicep watching his eyes turn a dark shade of green. You knew your touch turned him on and you wanted to tease him a little. He let out a little growl and you bit your lip to stifle a laugh.

The kids asked if they could play in the backyard and Jensen said yes and told them to be careful. You started to climb the stairs when you heard Jensen coming up behind you. You giggle and moved to the bedroom faster. He loved chasing you to your door. You stopped just outside the door and he grabbed your waist and turned you pressing your back to the wall. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as he started kissing down your neck. You squirmed and giggled trying to get out of his grip. “Jensen, stop the kids are outside.” You said breathlessly. “They will be fine. The yard is fenced and locked, and they play outside all the time. We’ve got a few minutes. Besides I started something last night I didn’t get to finish.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you. You bit your bottom lip and blushed. “I told you that’s my job” he said taking your lip in his mouth. “Come on baby, let me at least finish with you” he said guiding you to the bedroom.

He gently laid you on the bed and hovered over you staring at you with his beautiful green eyes full of lust and love. You could feel the heat rushing through your body and to your core. You clenched your thighs together and let out a little moan as Jensen ran his hands under your shirt. Goosebumps formed and your skin was on fire wherever he touched you. He kissed you deeply and you moaned into his mouth. His hands traveled down to your pants and slipped his hands in your waistband and down to your mound. He slipped a finger through your folds and felt how wet you were. “Damn baby, you’re soaked. Is all this for me” he asked smiling. All you could do was nod as your eyes rolled back. “Use your words sweetheart” he said in your ear. “Yes, Jensen please make me cum.” You said gasping at his touch. He pulled your pants and panties off with one pull and you pulled your shirt off. Leaving you in nothing. Jensen crawled up the bed and between your legs. He started kissing your thighs. You could feel his stubble rubbing you and it sent heat coursing through your body. His calloused hands found your clit and he started to rub circles on it. He slipped two fingers inside you and pumped them. You moved your hips as his mouth attacked your clit. God he knew how to use his mouth. Your walls started clenching around his fingers as you were close to your release. “Jensen I’m gonna cum” you said as you grabbed his hair and pushed him further in. “Let go sweetheart” he said as he moved faster and lapped at your pussy. That’s all you needed before you were cumming all over his tongue and fingers. He helped you ride it out and when he pulled his fingers out you moaned at the loss of fullness. “Please Jens, I need you” you said pulling him to you. His lips attached to yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He slid his jeans and boxers down releasing his hard cock. He pulled his shirt off and hovered over you. As he kneeled between your legs he pumped himself a few times while lining himself up to your entrance. He guided himself into you slowly. You moaned and gripped the sheets with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He kept teasing you pushing in slowly. “Jensen if you don’t stop teasing me I’m going to hurt you” you said playfully. He chuckled and bottomed out causing you to gasp and grab both of his shoulders. He set a quick pace and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. Jensen grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders getting deeper. He leaned down capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he thrusted deep inside you. His mouth swallowing all your moans and calls of his name. He sat back looking you in your eyes and his were soft and full of love. You could feel your second orgasm coming. “Jens I’m close” you moaned. “I’m there too sweetheart” he said with each thrust. As your orgasm hit you felt Jensen’s thrusts get sloppier and then you felt his seed coating your walls. He stayed inside you for a minute. Laying your legs down carefully and leaning down to kiss you. “You okay sweetheart” he asked. “I’m more than okay, baby. You were amazing.” You said looking at him. He removed his now soft cock and some of his cum spilled out of you. “Let’s get you cleaned up darlin’” he said helping you to your feet.

He started the shower and once it was warm he pulled you inside with him. He helped you wash your hair and your body and you helped him wash too. Once you rinsed off you both got out and dried off. He cupped your face and said “y/n you are one of the best things to ever happen to me. I love you so much and I’m so happy. You made me believe in love again and you’re an amazing example of what true kindness and compassion are. Thank you for taking a chance with me and loving me and everything that comes with it.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and a single tear fell from your eyes. He wiped it away with his thumb and threw his arms around you. You felt safe and loved in his arms. You couldn’t believe he took a chance on you and here he was thanking you. “Jensen, you’re an incredible man. You’re always there for everyone, you’re humble and kind and you love with your whole heart. You took a chance on me. A nobody at a convention who was distracted by her own singing she didn’t see you at first. I’m in awe of you and everything about you. You’re an amazing father, friend, son, brother, actor, singer, lover and hopefully one day my husband. I love you and everything about you.” You said as you kissed him. He wrapped his arms around you tighter and pulled you close. Your head was on his chest and you could hear the steady beat of his heart. A heart you knew was yours.

As you two stood in each other’s arms you felt your heart swell. “Come on baby, let’s get downstairs before the Padaleckis show up.” Jensen said as he grabbed your hand leading you downstairs. Just as y’all got to the bottom step there was a knock on the front door and it opened. “Knock knock” Jared said as he walked in. Jensen greeted him and his family. Gen came over to you and hugged you saying “hey y/n it’s so good to see you. How are you.” You returned her hug and told her you were good and things were going well. Jared came over and hugged you too. They introduced you to their kids who ran past looking for Jensen’s kids. “Sorry y/n, they usually are more polite” Jared said laughing. “It’s okay, I’d run and go play too if I had a choice” you said laughing. He gave you a big Jared hug and kissed the top of your head. He whispered “how’s things going y/n” he asked like a big brother would. You smiled and said “really good, thanks for helping us out. We are really in a good place.” The four of you grabbed a drink and walked out to the patio to watch the kids. You guys talked while the kids played.

“So y/n how are you liking Texas so far” Gen asks you. “Oh I love it. Definitely different weather in December than I’m used to.” You said taking a sip of your drink. The kids came running over and wanted Jensen and Jared to play with them. Both guys got up and went into the yard leaving you and Gen to chat. Before Jensen walked away he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled away smiling and walked down the steps to the yard. Jared playfully hit his shoulder and they both laughed. Gen looked over at you smiling and said “that man is so in love with you. I’ve never seen him like this before.” You sighed softly and said “yeah, I’m in love with him too.” And gave her a soft smile. You two sat and talked while watching the guys and the kids. Jensen and Jared are big kids and when they are playing with their kids there isn’t anything more adorable. Jensen looked back at you and smiled. You returned his smiled. It gave you butterflies every time he smiled at you.

After awhile you told Gen you were going to make lunch for everyone and got up to go inside. She asked if you needed help and you told her no and to relax. You walked to the door and went inside. You figured some sandwiches, fruit and vegetables would be a good lunch so you got to work. Humming along to the song in your head you couldn’t help but wiggle and dance around while chopping the fruits and vegetables. You heard a chuckle behind you and turned around to see Jensen leaning against the doorframe watching you. “What’s so funny” you asked him. Giving him a sly smile. “Oh nothing darlin, just enjoying the view. Need any help” he asked giving you a quick kiss. “If you want to get the sandwiches on the tray that would be great.” You said as you finished chopping and plating the fruits and veggies. You both carried the food out and called everyone over to eat.

The kids started eating right away and as you sat down Jensen’s son grabbed his plate and came over to you. “You okay buddy” you asked him. “Yes, can I sit in your lap Miss y/n” he asked sweetly. “Of course you can sweetie” you said pulling him up. He snuggled in and finished his lunch. Jensen watched and Jared smiled and nudged him. Jared whispered “looks like little man is getting attached”. Jensen said “yeah, I think we all are.” With a smile on his face. “Damn man, you’ve got it bad” Jared said. Jensen just smiled and nodded.

After lunch it was time to bake cookies and decorate them. By the time the cookies were finished and decorated the kids and adults had their fill of sweets. All of you went to the living room and turned on a Christmas movie. Jensen sat beside you and pulled you close to him. The kids sat on piles of blankets and pillows on the floor. Gen and Jared sat on the opposite end of the couch snuggled up too. As the movie played you noticed one by one the kids started to fall asleep. Jensen’s son climbed back in your lap and before you knew it he was asleep. Jensen leaned over and whispered “he really loves you y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him warm up to someone as quickly as he has you.” You looked down and smiled saying “I love him too.” Jensen leaned over and kissed your head. When you looked over at Gen and Jared they were both looking at you and smiling.

After a few hours all the kids started waking up and it was time for dinner. Jensen and Jared fired up the grill while you and Gen made the sides in the kitchen. The two of you were chatting like you were old friends. Every once in a while you would glance outside and watch Jensen. He and Jared were talking and playing around while cooking. You loved seeing this side of him that few people get to see. He’s relaxed and happy. His laughter is so contagious and you can feel the joy from him. Jared and him are really like brothers and you love that. Jensen is very family oriented and his friends become his family. Gen clears her throat and smiles at you when she sees you looking at him. “Sorry I kinda got a little distracted” you said smiling. “It’s okay, I can see how much you love him by the smile in your face.” She said putting her hand on your shoulder.

Jensen’s POV

I saw her in the kitchen with Gen cooking, laughing and talking to her. I couldn’t help but stare at her a few times while trying not to burn dinner. Jared cleared his throat “dude, take a picture it’ll last longer” he said playfully hitting my arm. “I can’t help it Jar. I’m in love with her. The kids love her and she’s great with them and my ex. Jared I want to marry her.” “Wow man, that’s awesome. A little soon, but awesome.” Jared said. I looked over again and saw her smile at Gen and Gen place a hand on her shoulder. We made eyes contact and we smiled. My heart fluttered and I knew I needed to make her mine forever.

Readers POV

Gen and I were almost done making the sides when I made eye contact with Jensen. We smiled at each other and butterflies filled my stomach and my heart fluttered. “Gen, you know he mentioned to the kids he wanted to marry me.” You said. “Oh, y/n that’s amazing. I know he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. That man has it bad for you” she said. The guys came inside carrying burgers and steaks as you and Gen set the table. Jensen came over to you and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Gen and Jared stood there in shock. They couldn’t believe how passionately he was kissing you. They exchanged looks and smiled and cleared their throats. You both parted and you blushed. Jensen laughed and said “sorry guys, I couldn’t help myself.”

Gen called the kids to dinner and everyone went outside to eat. It was a gorgeous night. Everyone ate their fill and the kids ran into the yard to play more. You and Gen cleaned up the food and carried everything into the kitchen. You told Gen to go sit and relax and shooed her out of the kitchen. You started putting away the food and loading the dishwasher. Jensen came inside and started helping. You tried to get him to go back outside but he refused. “No sweetheart. You’re not going to clean up by yourself. I’m going to help.” He said placing a soft kiss on your lips. You both got to work and cleaned the kitchen together. Once you were done you joined Jared and Gen outside watching the kids play. As the sun started to set and it was getting late The Padaleckis decided it was time to get home.

Before leaving Jared gave you a big Jared bear hug lifting you off the ground. He whispered in your ear “take care of our boy. He’s in love with you and I know you love him too.” You smiled and nodded before giving Gen a hug. “Thanks for our chat today, Gen” you said. “Oh any time honey. Let’s plan a girls day next week.” She said squeezing you. The last of the goodbyes were said and Jensen closed the door. “Okay kids, time to get ready for bed. It’s late” Jensen said as he climbed the stairs. You followed behind him and helped get the kids ready for bed. Once all three were tucked in you and Jensen made your way to your room. “Today was amazing, Jens” you said giving him a hug. “Yeah it was” he said kissing your forehead. You both crawled in bed and snuggled together. “Good night Jensen. I love you.” You said kissing his lips. “Good night y/n. I love you too” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You both drifted off to sleep with the events of the day dancing in your head. This was home. This was family, and this man was your future.

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #supernatural convention #chance meeting #jensen ackles #jensen ackles smut #hes gorgeous #so damn sexy #jensen ackles x reader #jackles

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hmshermitcraft · 1 month

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griskizz w/ skizz and impulse as roommates and implied impulse/scott

(cw: implied/past alcohol use)

impulse was confused when he found a man he’d never met sat at their kitchen table, clearly nursing a hang over, a cup of coffee, and with three plates of full english breakfasts in front of him (one of which he was slowly beginning to eat.)

He’d woken up Skizz, panicked that a stranger had broken in… only for the man to go straight to the kitchen table and begin to eat the food, talking the other man’s ear off.

impulse slowly made his way over. “skizz do you know him?”

“Err he uh well…”

“We’re dating.” The hung over man explained, with a monotone voice and a raised eyebrow at his apparent boyfriend. “Impulse, is it? I made you breakfast.”

The three had breakfast together (it was pretty nice, although his toast was a bit burnt and he wasn’t a huge fan of fried egg) while Impulse fought the urge to question them for hours. They were both clearly dealing with the worst part of a hang over, although that afternoon Skizz did get an earful about telling his best friend when he started dating someone.

Impulse was confused, but less so, when he next found Grian in their kitchen, sipping some water and listening to someone on the other end of his phone. He shushed Impulse as soon as he entered, so the older man just nodded, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and went to see Scott down the hall.

The third time Impulse saw Grian, he was comforting a sobbing Skizz. It was strange, seeing as Grian was about a head shorter than Grian, however Grian held the man’s head to his chest and comforted him, while Impulse got Skizz’s favourite food ready for him. (what had upset Skizz? a song on the radio. IT WAS A SAD SONG OK!?)

The fourth time Impulse had actually known to expect Grian there. the pair of them were holding a board game night for their friends, and Skizz had invited Grian, who decided to help the pair set up. How sweet of him!

The times after that all blended together, until suddenly he and Skizz were moving out of their apartment. Skizz and Grian had bought a flat together, and Impulse was moving away with Scott a few hours away. For the first time in over 10 years, Skizz and Impulse would be apart.

What Impulse didn’t expect on moving day, was for Grian to wrap him in the biggest hug he’d ever received.

“Please take care of yourself Impulse. Our door is always open for you.” He’d said, tears welling in his eyes.

It hit him like a train that he was going to miss Grian almost as much as he was gonna miss Skizz

-🌻

He had a whole lecture planned to tell Grian to look after Skizz, and now he's too busy crying to do it. Him and Grian are wiping each other's tears whilst Skizz calls them suckers, as if he's not crying too.

He was so excited to move in with Scott, but it didn't stop this being the hardest thing he ever had to do.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #ask #grian tag #skizz tag #impulse tag #griskizz #🌻 anon #mod 🎀

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ariesmusingz · 3 months

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ MANIC DREAM PIXIE SENTENCE STARTERS ( created using lyrics from peach prc's manic dream pixie ep. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

"i know your favourite pair of jeans"

"i'll lay them out when you leave"

"i'll make you breakfast, coffee black"

"receipts told me that you like that"

"i was thinking spring, silver wedding rings"

"i've picked out all our baby names"

"i'm kind of obsessed"

"you're kinda famous"

"don't wanna be friends"

"you're not a phase"

"i know you don't know me yet"

"my obsession know you well"

"take me out backstage"

"i know all the names of every song you played"

"one day you'll write about us too"

"i can be your muse when we say i do"

"you might love me if you knew me"

"you're gonna love me soon enough"

"you're gonna love me"

"i'm your biggest fan"

"can we go outside for a walk?"

"they told me you guys were hitting it off"

"she kissed me in the bathroom"

"it's just for attention"

"i'm making her jealous"

"you guessed it"

"i'm not a good friend but she doesn't know that"

"she's gonna hate me but i want you so bad"

"kiss me"

"i'm not scared if she's gone"

"i'm done tryna play it fair"

"i don't care"

"touch me"

"i'm alone"

"i want you on your own"

"she might want you but i do too"

"baby i'm perfect for you"

"harley had a party you were at"

"you were in boots and a cowboy hat"

"jenna said you knew my music"

"now i can't betray her"

"i'm in your sweater"

"don't wanna upset her"

"i can do what she can do so much better"

"i know it's been a while since you've seen me"

"i heard you're doing well now with your comedy"

"i reminisce nostalgic bits of 90s hits"

"we listened, do you miss it?"

"have you thought of it since?"

"if you still think of me, i'd love to meet for coffee"

"if i could just see your face, i'd look into your eyes"

"i hate your jokes and don't think you're funny"

"i hope you choke, go broke, lose your money"

"know that you were the worst forty five seconds i had in my life"

"i hope your conscious haunts you at night"

"fuck you and goodbye"

"a couple therapists are now familiar"

"by the way, i caught up with your ex"

"we shared regrets and most of them were sex with you"

"i'd sit down at your table and scream if i was able"

"thanks to you, gentle hands still resemble demands"

"loving lips on my mouth feel like currency now"

"thanks to you i fear kind"

"now i can't spend the night"

"i bet we were a couple bugs just living in the mud, happily in love doing bug stuff"

"i think i met you in a store in 1944"

"i probably wrote you letters while you went off to the war"

"we could have been two birds"

"now wouldn't that be so absurd?

"maybe just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered"

"i think i loved you before back when we were dinosaurs"

"i wanna stay in love in this life and the next one"

"i think we've already met somewhere on another planet"

"i wanna stay in love in this life and the next one"

"i loved you before"

"i loved you"

"maybe you loved me on a trip, two pirates on a ship"

"counting all our gold as the boat tipped"

"could we have been there drinking win in medieval times?"

"forever just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered"

"if i'm the sun and you're the moon"

"if it's over soon we'll go back through"

"i try not to compare a teenage love cause i know that isn't fair"

"why can't i just shut up?"

"i'm always going on about you when i'm drunk"

"i see your name in every numberplate"

"i tried to erase your fave but you're there everyday"

"you're my favourite person"

"i have created a version that hurts less"

"I had to tell myself you're toxic"

"better off cause you're the problem"

"really, i just couldn't take it"

"being hated by my favourite person"

"i tried to fall but i can't cause they're not you"

"i hate that i'll never stop thinking that we're not still home growing up"

"i hear your tropes in all my stupid jokes"

"i'm starting to lose all hope of ever letting go"

"if the world was ending i know i'd be spending my last day pretending we were fine"

"when we both grow old with families of our own"

"i'll probably always go back in my mind"

"someone kissed my closing eyelinds"

"i made it mean more than it did"

"someone put a plate down a little too loud"

"now i still flinch whenever i hear the sound"

"as i'm getting older, i learned my mumma was just trying her best"

"not that i owe her forgiveness but i'm sorry to that girl in a dress"

"if you wanna wear pink, i'll wear it for you"

"if you wanna dance then i'll strap up my shoes"

"if you wanna sing then consider it sung"

"i'm sorry that you had to grown up this young"

"forget that love is earned cause it was always deserved"

"i know you had to work hard just to show them your worth"

"remember that a plate is nothing but a plate"

"even if it breaks, we can throw it away"

"i learned that i was only trying my best"

"i think i owe her a deep breath"

"she was the strongest little girl in a dress"

"you were the strongest little fighter who carried me here"

"i know that you're tired from surviving in fear"

"now i got us for the rest of our life"

#rpt #rph #rp sentence prompts #rp sentence starters #rp memes #rp sentence meme #content: mine #memes: mine #roleplay memes

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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PUMPKIN MY LOVE!!!

I AM KINDLY REQUESTING A PART 2 TO THE ROBIN REQUEST.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

also eat, drink water and take a break when you want/need <333

Hello lovely!! I'm so sorry I couldn't get to your request till now, I've been busy with tests, and my power suddenly cut out the other day :")

I hope you enjoy this part two! I got a little carried away, so it's a bit long.

“He could’ve at least called.”

You lay in your bed, blowing away a lock of hair that had fallen on your face. You glare at the bright phone screen that showed one call from Starfire, another from Raven, two from Cyborg, one from Beast Boy, and exactly none from Robin.

He was definitely avoiding you.

Ever since that night when you admitted that you had been flirting with him, he hadn’t spoken to you at all, except for a quick “goodbye” when you left the tower a week ago.

“I’ll be heading off now then.”

“What? You’re not even gonna stay for breakfast? I made tofu scramble!” Beast Boy held up the plate of greens and tofu, and your stomach made a noisy grumble at the smell. You quickly crossed your arms over your stomach, hoping that no one else had heard. Unfortunately, it seemed that Cyborg had caught on, and he raised a brow at your unusual reluctance.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Robin coming into the living room and quickly grabbed your duffel bag. You hoisted it over your shoulder and slipped on your shoes.

Starfire had stopped you just as you were about to exit and gently grabbed your hand, dragging you back to the kitchen to sit beside Beast Boy.

“But why must you leave so early? I am sure you have at least another two hours before your classes start, do you not?”

“Maybe Robin can drop her off.” Cyborg had suggested. He noticed the way Robin tensed up ever-so-slightly, his eyes narrowing as they darted between your nervous figure and Robin’s poker face.

“It’s alright, I don’t wanna trouble you guys,” You laughed nervously, “Besides, my dad’s picking me up.”

“Didn’t you mention that he’s in Morocco for some sort of business trip?”

You flinched at Raven’s statement. The girl herself had come out of her room to grab a cup of tea and carelessly mentioned the small detail before she sat down next to you.

“D-did I say, my dad? I meant my mum.” A nervous laugh tumbles past your lips, plastering an awkward smile on your lips.

Starfire seemed to buy it.

“Well, I shall not hold you back any longer, Y/n. Shall we meet up tomorrow to go shopping?” Starfire suggested excitedly. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of buying new clothes and going for a mani-pedi.

“Sure. Meet at the usual place?” You agree quickly with a genuine smile. You stood up after a nod from Starfire and walked to the doors.

“Well, bye…” You waved goodbye to the group before stepping into the lift, heading down to the ground floor and stepping out, beginning the long walk back to your apartment.

Now, you stare up at the ceiling in defeat, accepting the fact that you probably just destroyed your friendship with Robin with your own two hands. Your favourite song suddenly starts playing, and you practically scramble to get to your phone that you had thrown a short distance away from you on the bed.

You take one look at the caller ID and your hopeful eyes lose their shine at the name.

“Hey, Jeremy.” You accept the call with a sigh.

“Hey, Y/n! Uhm, listen… You know how our school’s prom is coming up?” Your friend, Jeremy, was on the other end. He was one of the first friends you had made in your first year, and the two of you were as thick as thieves.

Initially, you had found him pretty attractive, but that was before you met Robin.

“Yeah, why? Do you need my help to ask anyone to go with you?” You ask, laying back down on your bed with your phone right next to you.

“About that, I was wondering if you’d maybe like to…I don’t know…go with me?” Jeremy’s voice is nervous.

You pause, sitting upright.

“As in like, a date?”

“…Yeah.”

You blink. Huh. This was a first.

You glance at a photo of you and the titans that you had framed on your desk. It was one you had taken at the amusement park when you had met the rest of the Titans for the first time. You were standing next to Robin in the picture, holding up a peace sign while Cyborg was chowing down on a hotdog. Starfire was hovering on your other side, with Beast Boy as a cat in her arms while Raven stared at the camera with a small smile.

It was a great picture.

You nibble on your bottom lip, deep in thought as your gaze lingers on Robin’s smile.

He had technically rejected you, didn’t he?

“Sure.” You reply, and you can hear Jeremy’s sigh of relief.

“That’s great!” He says enthusiastically, "So, I’ll be wearing a black tux.” He adds as an afterthought.

“Sounds good. So, I’ll see you on Friday at six-thirty outside the school?” You continue to discuss prom specifics and colours before hanging up.

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have a rebound so quickly after basically confessing to Robin you liked him, but a little date never hurt anyone.

At least, that’s what you thought.

The night of the prom comes all too soon. The doorbell rings, and you smile as you put on your earrings, the smooth, light pink stone of rose quartz swaying slightly as it dangles from your ears.

You smoothen out the black dress you had on, the thigh-high slit allowing you to easily bend down and grab your bag. You take care not to trip over the somewhat-flowy fabric, making your way down the stairs. Your neck was bare, the off-shoulder dress making you feel somewhat shy even though Starfire had insisted that you get it as soon as you tried it on for her.

You approach the end of the stairs, spotting a familiar motorbike parked on the street through the window next to the front door. Your brows furrow slightly, head tilted in thought.

“There she is!” Your mom beams, holding up a camera and snapping a quick photo. The flash blinds you somewhat, but once the black spots fade from your vision, you find yourself staring down at the one and only Robin.

“Wha-”

“How come you never told me you had such an attractive date, honey?” Your mom cuts you off before you can question Robin’s presence, your eyes widening at her words.

“Jeremy…won’t be coming,” Robin admits, taking out a box with a beautiful rose corsage inside. He opens it, your mother helping to hold the empty box. He takes your hand, gently placing it on your wrist. You don’t protest, too stunned to speak.

Before you knew it, your mom had snapped a picture of you both and waved you out the door. Once it shut behind you both, you immediately removed your arm from where he had laced it with his own.

“I don’t understand.” You frown, looking down at the soft pink petals on your wrist, the exact colour and flower you and Jeremy had settled on a few days ago. “Why’re you here?”

“You’re my prom date.”

“No, stop. What did you do to him? Is this a mission or something? Or a prank?” You take a step back, your hand slipping out of his. Your hand curls into a fist, and you hold your arms close to your chest defensively.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not a mission.”

Your eyes narrow. “Then?”

Robin looks almost too nervous to speak, but he turns to face you. Your phone chimes with a text alert, and you pull it out from your handbag, reading the message.

‘Hey Y/n, I won’t be able to make it to prom tonight. I’m sorry for the last-minute message, but your friend reassured me that he’d take you to prom for me instead. Sorry! :)’

You stare blankly at the phone, processing Jeremy’s sudden text. You turn back to face Robin who waits patiently. “So, you’re my prom date.”

He nods with a smile. You shake your head with a sigh, your lips curling up into a small grin. “Alright then, let’s go to prom!” You cheer. You weren’t going to let one sudden change deter you from having fun.

Even if that sudden change gave you an incredible amount of butterflies.

Robin helps you up on his motorbike, and you start to strap on the helmet that’s on the seat. Your movements slow to a stop, however, when his fingers brush your chin, adjusting the straps for you. You look up at him, your cheeks tinged pink as your eyes dart around nervously. You settle on staring at his hair instead, fighting back the blush you felt threatening to take over.

“There.” He breathes out, finally looking into your eyes. You stay in that position for a good moment, wrapped up in comfortable silence.

He moves away, placing on his helmet and starting up the motorbike. You wrap your arms across his midriff, feeling him stiffen up slightly. You look down, biting your lip as you fight back the urge to burrow your face into his back, knowing the helmet would make it uncomfortable.

Instead, you lean against his back. Your face feels hot.

Sure, having Jeremy cancel on you at the last minute was disappointing, but this more than made up for it. Your lips curl up into a shy smile, electrifying tingles tiptoeing down your spine as your stomach churns from both nervousness and excitement.

The cool night breeze that brushed against your shoulders made you shiver slightly. You look up, taking in the sight of Jump City’s shops and malls around as you rode on Robin’s motorbike. Everything seemed more alive at night, and the sights always awed you.

Robin chooses to take the scenic route, and he enjoys watching your expressions in the side mirrors of his bike. The fun ends all too soon, however, when you finally reach the school. The bike skids to a stop, and you gingerly unwrap your arms from around him, getting off the seat. He helps you take off your helmet, placing it down on the seat before taking off his own.

“You have got to stop putting so much product in your hair.” You tease, hiding a giggle at the sight of his unaffected hairstyle.

“Hey, I use just enough.” He shoots back with a breathy chuckle, offering his arm for you. You overhear the whispers of other classmates, feeling the girls stare daggers at the sight of you and Robin together.

That’s right, he’s my date.

You grin, placing your hand on the inner corner of his elbow. You walk to the school’s entrance together, but you’re suddenly stopped by someone you knew all too well.

“And who is this?”

You barely suppress the urge to roll your eyes at the teacher in front of you. “Miss Lucy, this is my date, Robin.”

Miss Lucy tuts, shaking her head with a disappointed sigh. “Might I remind you, that this prom is for the students of this school, not any boy you can find off the streets.” She straightens her glasses, the bright red frame only agitating you more. You sigh, your shoulders slumped. She looks you up and down with an expression of astonishment, almost as if she was questioning how you of all people had managed to convince Robin to be your date.

Robin’s about to protest against the teacher when you stop him with a slight squeeze of his arm. Your eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Alright then, guess there’s no helping it. C’mon Robin, let’s go.” You huff, turning around and heading back to his bike.

“Wait, what about your prom?” You let go of his arm. He flushes, wishing that you didn’t.

“We can have more fun in town than at the prom anyway.” You set the helmet back on your head, fastening the straps quickly before placing Robin’s helmet on his head with a bright smile. You sit on the bike, waiting for him. He’s taken aback, but an amused smile is on his lips. “Besides, I’m with Robin of the Teen Titans. You won’t let anything happen, right?” You joke.

Robin rolls his eyes in response but doesn’t hide the chuckle that falls past his lips. You stare in awe. God, that was pure music to your ears.

You wanted to hear more.

He sits in front of you, but this time he gently places your arms around his torso, tighter than before. “For safety,” He bluffs, hoping that you don’t catch how red his cheeks are.

You stare at the back of his head before catching a glimpse of his face in the side mirror, stifling a giggle. “Of course.” You shift closer to him, practically hugging his back.

He starts up the bike once more, and you watch all the students who are arriving at the prom gawk at the two of you leaving. They glare at Miss Lucy who clears her throat awkwardly, infuriated that they had lost the chance to network(and flirt) with a superhero.

The smooth purr of the bike’s engine draws your attention, and Robin takes off, driving into the city. He slows down to a stop at a red light. “You hungry?” You nod in response. “I know a place we can go.” You grin, gesturing for him to turn right once the light turned green. He’s confused but obliges, and you guide him through the streets until you reach a small takeaway shop located between a bar and a cinema.

“Over here.” He parks the bike and turns off the engine. You take off your helmet, using your fingers to comb through your hair to untangle the knots that had formed. You feel callused hands brush against your soft ones. You look up in a startled manner, only to be inches away from Robin’s face. “May I?” He asks softly, his hands paused before he can start helping you untangle the knots in your hair.

You barely manage a nod, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. His eyes focus on your hair, threading through it with expertise. He takes a step back and nods in satisfaction.

“Th-thanks.” You stammer, trying to regain your composure.

“Anything for my prom date.”

His words make your cheeks flush, and the tips of your ears feel hot.

God, he’s going to be the death of you.

You follow him inside the shop, the sight of all the pictures on the large menu displayed on the counter making you salivate. You greet the cashier with a cheerful grin. “What should we get?” Robin muses, his foot tapping against the ground as his hand holds his chin in thought. You stare for a second too long, and he senses your eyes on him.

You look away as soon as he looks back at you, clearing your throat and looking straight at the menu. “Trust me, I’ll order for us.” You wink confidently, walking up to the counter and placing your order. He watches you with a fond smile, looking away when you finish ordering and pretending he was staring at a poster on the wall instead. He notices how both of you stand out in the restaurant, most of its customers being the elderly women who look at the two of you knowingly.

He places the food between the two of you, and your stomach growls loudly. Your cheeks flush a rosy pink in embarrassment, and he chuckles before handing you a pair of chopsticks.

“I’m not sure what’s so interesting about ‘Young Men’s Magazine’, but I’m sure you can tell me all about it while we eat.” You hold up a plastic bag with four containers inside, catching him off guard. He takes it from your hands, carrying it instead.

“Shall we eat at the park?” He suggests, his lips curling upwards into an affectionate smile when you nod eagerly. You make your way over to the park benches, thankful that it was just across the street.

“So, what’d you order?”

“Well, we got some dim sum to start. Shrimp Dumplings, and small fluffy steamed buns with a meat filling.” You open the lids, placing them down under the container. You pick up your chopsticks, expertly taking a shrimp dumpling and popping it into your mouth. He smoothly copies your movements, eyes lighting up at the taste.

“This is pretty good.” He comments, grabbing another.

“You know how to use chopsticks?” You ask in response, surprised by how expertly he handled them. “Yeah, I use them quite often, but since Beast Boy destroyed all the chopsticks in the tower after a prank, I haven’t been using them as much anymore.” He answers with a chuckle.

You wince with a laugh, shaking your head. Of course, it was Beast Boy who broke the chopsticks. “I prefer using them to eat chips.” You admit, and he raises a brow at the revelation.

“I’ve never tried that.” He hums, looking down at the pair of chopsticks in his hand. You shrug, popping yet another dumpling in your mouth. You eye the last dumpling in the box, glancing up to see a competitive glint in his eyes.

Your eyes narrow, and you plunge your chopsticks forward into the container, only to be blocked from picking up the last remaining dumpling by Robin’s chopsticks. “Hey!” You whine, continuing to fight a chopstick battle with him.

He’s enjoying it, parrying your every move with one of his own. You start to enjoy it too, but you both get too overexcited and the box topples to the ground, the dumpling falling with it. It lands with a splat on the dirt, the both of you freezing and looking at each other blankly before you erupt into a fit of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Robin chuckles, taking a hot steamed bun and breaking it in half. He passes you the bigger half and you accept it gratefully, wiping the corners of your eyes.

You munch on the fluffy bun, sighing happily. You both finish off the buns pretty quickly and start on your main dish: Mapo Tofu with rice. You pass Robin a spoon and grab your own. You eat in comfortable silence, with the occasional conversation. When you both finish your dinners, you throw away the disposable containers in a bin, linking arms with him and walking out of the park together.

“I’m feeling kinda full. Wanna walk around for a bit?” You nod in agreement, feeling slightly stuffed. You walk down the street, everything around you piquing your interest. You stopped by electronic stores to look at the gadgets, and DVR stores to see if they had anything new to rent.

“This almost feels like a date.” You say, stiffening as soon as you hear your own words. You glance at Robin nervously, but he seemed unfazed. “Then let’s make it a real one.” You spot the faint rosy tint on his cheeks and smile shyly up at him.

You spot an arcade a few stores down, eyes lighting up and looking at Robin with an excited glint in your eyes. He nods and you make your way over. You giggle, spotting a claw machine stuffed to the brim with stuffed toys of Robin. “You any good at these?”

Robin lets go of your hand. Somehow throughout the date, your hands had become entwined with each other. You realise this, staring down at your hand and vowing silently to not wash it for the rest of the night.

He cracks his knuckles, approaching the machine. He inserts a coin, carefully navigating through the plentiful stuffed toys, trying to find the perfect one. He finally chooses one and after five attempts, manages to secure it for you. You cheer him on from behind him, and when the toy falls into the chute, he bends down to grab it.

“Something to remember today by.” He hands it to you, and you hug it tightly, your face pressed against the soft material. “I love it.” You state, holding it up with sparkling eyes.

He smiles at the sight, rubbing the back of his neck before glancing at the electric clock on a wall. His smile fades, realising that they had to get to the town square in time for the surprise he had planned for you.

He slips his hand into yours so naturally, his fingers interlocking with your own. You stare at your entwined hands with a silly grin, your other hand holding the plush he won for you. He guides you out of the arcade, walking down the street and you follow blindly.

“Couldn’t end a prom date without a dance.” He finally stops, and you look around to see the empty town square. You look back at him with a bemused expression, quirking a brow. “There’s no music though,” You point out.

He takes the stuffed toy from your grasp, setting it down on a bench near the fountain in the middle of the square. You place your handbag beside it, adjusting it so it looked like the stuffed toy was guarding your belongings.

He holds out his hand and you accept, startled when the music starts playing from speakers positioned on the lampposts. The deep voice of Elvis Presley starts to sing, and you chuckle. Robin places his hands on your waist, and you gently place your hands on his shoulders. He stares into your eyes, a dazzling grin on his lips. You start to sway to the music.

“So uh, Y/n, about the other night.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Robin speaks. He glances away for a split second, trying to find the right words to say. “You were flirting with me.”

You forget how to breathe for a solid moment at the sight, turning red. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before.

Be still, my heart.

“I did admit that.” You confirm with a teasing nod, amused by how nervous he was. “And I was flirting with you. Not just then, but other times as well.” You may as well be honest, since it was already a romantic setting and you were ninety-nine per cent that he liked you back, judging from his behaviour the entire night.

“Yeah, I uh…When did you start liking me?”

“Since I met you.” You reply breezily, lips curling up into a lazy smile.

“Oh.” Robin’s caught off guard by your response. He didn’t expect that.

“I like you, Robin.” You confess with a genuine smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you look up at him.

The entire speech Robin had prepared for this moment turned to dust in his head as if he didn’t know a single word of English. He becomes nervous, starting to stutter and trip over his words.

“Robin.”

He snaps out of his panic when he hears you call his name softly, looking into your warm eyes and sweet smile. He exhales shakily.

“I like you too.”

And then you woke up.

The alarm on your bedside table blared its obnoxious wake-up call, and you slam your hand on the snooze button. You’re ready to head back to sleep, turning to face the other way.

You peek open an eye, your blurry vision clearing after a few blinks.

A familiar stuffed toy sat beside the framed photo of you and the Titans.

Suddenly, you’re wide awake. You sit up, walk over and pick up the toy.

You beam.

It wasn’t a dream.

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 16

Hello! Sorry I missed posting yesterday but I had a horrible tension headache from sleeping on my neck wrong and I was pretty much out from the moment I got home until I went to bed at 10pm.

I forgot to link it on the last chapter, but this is the song that I listened to nonstop while writing part 15. Somebody New by The Struts.

Steve is on the road to recovery but I think I’ve got a couple more chapters to go before we reach the end.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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Monday morning came and the kids were back at school.

“Damn it,” Kenny said. “I was so sure that was going to work.” He poked at his food with a growl.

Mandy put her arm around him. “I’m not so sure it didn’t.”

Three pairs of eyes turned her direction in interest.

“Now,” she started, hands in the air, “most of what I got is from snippets of conversation that I happened to hear because my dad is H-man’s and Miss Thing’s dads confidant.”

They all nodded.

“But from what it sounded like,” she said, playing with her hands as she fought for the right words, “is that they admitted having romantic feelings for each other, but that Mr Harrington didn’t feel ready to commit to a new relationship having been physically and emotional destroyed by the last one.”

All the eyes turned to Edie. She gulped.

“We really don’t talk about it,” she murmured. “But yeah, after my dad’s last break up, he got really low. I–I don’t know how low, I was only ten and he hid a lot from me because I was just a kid, but I know he had to spend a couple months in a special hospital afterwards.”

“I’m sorry, love,” Mandy said putting an arm around her friend and rubbing her shoulder. “Was this when you had to spend a couple months at our house.”

Edie nodded. “I just want Dad to be happy. Whatever that looks like. But I really think that looks like Mr Munson.”

Harri nodded. “But I appreciate your dad having the foresight to stop and say not yet. Not no. Not never. Not even let’s trying knowing I’m not in a good space. That takes a lot of strength. I admire him for that.”

Everyone nodded.

“So you’re idea worked,” Edie said. “After a fashion. We know they love each other. We know they want to be together. It’s just going to take time. And that’s better than the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads.”

She grabbed her soda. “Three cheers to Kenny!”

Mandy and Harri raised their sodas too. “Three cheers to Kenny!”

Eddie’s choice for lunch that week was his place. He shrugged when Steve asked.

“I didn’t feel like going out this week,” was his only explanation.

As they sat at the small breakfast table Steve could feel himself relax.

Eddie smiled at him slyly as he chewed on a bit of food.

Steve looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“I got to thinking about it after you told me about your troubles with eating that you never relaxed when we went out to eat.”

Steve frowned and looked down at his plate. He had nearly finished it without thinking. “I didn’t realize that.”

“You’re always worried about being judged about what you’re eating and how much,” Eddie explained further. “You even did it at that big celebration dinner with Jeff and them. And when Harri and I would eat over there, Edie was always scrutinizing everything you ate. Were you counting the amount of bites you were taking?”

Steve blushed but he nodded. “I know how many bites it takes for me to feel full and eat exactly that many.”

Eddie raised his chin at him. “How many bites did you take today?” He nodded to Steve’s plate.

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but closed it when he realized he didn’t know. “How?”

“I keep you interested by talking,” Eddie said. “You tend to forget to count and eat more when I ramble. So I weaponized it.”

Steve looked down at his plate and then up at Eddie. “Thank you.”

Eddie smiled sweetly at him. “This is a bandaid for the real problem, but it’s a start. You need to start making a diary of when you get intrusive thoughts about your eating and then share that with your therapist. Or hell get a new one. One you can trust with your eating because to me it looks like you don’t.”

Steve furrowed his brow. He trusted Dr Rushing, didn’t he? But the more he thought about it the more he realized that he didn’t. He had been there when Steve had his breakdown and Steve never quite trusted the doctor not use that against him.

“Oh.” He looked up at Eddie, his lips quivering. “How did you know?”

Eddie tilted his head and leaned forward. “It was something you said on Saturday that tipped me off.”

Steve thought back but he couldn’t land on anything that would have told him that he didn’t trust his therapist.

“You had been with this doctor for five years,” Eddie said softly. “And while grief and illness aren’t linear, you weren’t better, Stevie.”

Steve’s head reared back. “Oh my god. You’re right. It’s not about getting over what Andy did. It’s about not having the tools to form new relationships. And you’re right, I don’t have those.”

Eddie nodded. “I don’t know enough about eating disorders or any of that shit, but I do know something about therapy. Having been taking it for the last twenty years.”

“Twenty years?” Steve asked, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. “That’s a long time.”

Eddie nodded. “Jay wanted me to get it before Harri was born. Screaming yourself awake after just putting a baby down for bed isn’t conducive to a happy life. For anyone involved.”

“I couldn’t trust the therapists Dr Owens sent us to,” Steve admitted. “I always thought that they would report anything and everything right back to him. I guess that’s why I never really trusted Dr Rushing, my current therapist, I mean.” He looked down at the table as he fought to control his breathing. “I just don’t trust any of them. What if they decided that the Upside Down was a delusion and they put me away? They’d give Edie back to Addison. I couldn’t do that. I can’t.”

Eddie put his fork down and really looked at Steve. He leaned down and tilted his head so he could Steve to look back at him. “How long have you been holding that in, sweetheart?”

Steve jerked back like he even forgot that Eddie was there. “I don’t know. Too long, I guess.”

Eddie pulled out his wallet and got out a small card. “I don’t know if Dr Kegler does eating disorders or whatever, but give her a call. She can at least refer you to someone who can help you.”

Steve took the card from Eddie and looked at it. “Dr Olivia Kegler, licensed therapist and psychologist?”

“She’s really helped me,” Eddie explained. “Not just with the Upside Down but with Jay’s death too.”

“Is she–is she read in?” Steve asked timidly, looking back down at the card.

Eddie nodded. “But Owens hates her, and that’s says a lot, I think.”

Steve looked up and murmured, “Because she doesn’t tell him anything?”

Eddie shrugged. “No idea, but I really like her, Stevie. Just give her a try, okay?”

Steve nodded. What was there to lose, really?

When Steve got home he made some phone calls and set up an appointment with Dr Kegler.

It wasn’t until after his first appointment with her that he made a decision. He talked it over with Eddie and he agreed. It was time.

Steve made dinner for the four of them like what was becoming their norm. Eddie made dessert.

Which was when the two teenagers cottoned on that this wasn’t a regular dinner.

“After talking to my new therapist and discussing it with Eddie,” Steve began, “it’s time we told you the truth about what happened in Hawkins twenty years ago.”

Eddie slammed a great big manila folder on the table between them. “I wasn’t there for the first few years, but I noticed things before then.”

Steve took a deep breath and then began to tell his story, the whole time Eddie would show them document after picture after statement showing them proof that Steve wasn’t lying to them.

And then they got to Chrissy’s death and Steve let Eddie take over. He even let him fill the kids in with stuff he wasn’t there for, but was told about later in the hospital.

“So the feral dogs and crazy bats story was a lie?” Edie asked after they were done.

Steve shook his head. “No. They were feral and they were dogs. Just not the kind you were familiar with. Same with the crazy bats. We didn’t know what else to call them. Uncle Dusty named most of them, tying them to their D&D game. But I would never lie to you.”

“Hence all the times you said you couldn’t tell us, huh?” Harri asked quietly. “You would rather have us mad at you for not being able to tell us then to lie and have it hurt us later.”

Steve and Eddie nodded.

“The hardest thing was making sure not to talk about it when you were around,” Steve murmured to Edie. “I hated not being able to tell you, but it was properly scary stuff.”

“You could have told me sooner,” Harri protested. “Dustin and them were all eleven or twelve when this started. You could have told me years ago.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah? You tell that to his face then,” he said harshly. “Tell him he was old enough to brave nightmares and phobias for years due to the Upside Down. Tell Will or Lucas or even Jane that they were old enough for the horrors they faced. If they’re feeling nice, they might just laugh in your face.”

Harri looked down at his hands and hunched his shoulders. Eddie stood up and came around to where Harri was seated.

“You weren’t mature enough to handle Papa passing away, Harri-bear,” he said gently. “I know you’re only saying this because you feel I deliberately kept this from you, but that’s not it at all. Okay?”

Steve closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was your age when I faced my first real horror and I wouldn’t wish that on either of you.”

Harri nodded.

Steve looked over at his daughter, tilting his head. “What’s on your mind, Miss Thing?”

“Just piecing together little things you’ve said over the years, I guess.”

Steve nodded. “What’s the picture like in your head?”

Edie straightened up and said with a smile. “You are far too normal for what you went through, Jesus Christ!”

Steve and Eddie laughed. Just threw their heads back and laughed.

“I’m really not,” Steve said once he caught his breath. “My neuroses have neuroses, honey.”

Eddie chuckled. “He is the most down to earth of the Party, but in no way is your dad normal.”

“Does Uncle Jeff know?” Harri asked.

Eddie shook his head. “Neither does Uncle Gareth.”

“We’ve both made and kept friends that don’t know about the Upside Down,” Steve explained. “But most the people we’re closest to do, though.”

Harri nodded. “I’m sorry about my comment about Dustin, that wasn’t fair.”

“This wasn’t something we wanted,” Steve said gently. “In fact if we could have had adults we trusted, we wouldn’t have had to do it at all. But we kept being dragged back in over and over again against our will. I think out of all of us, the three that suffered the most was Will, Jane, and your dad.”

“Because of the town freaking out, right?” Edie asked. “For Mr Munson?”

Steve nodded. “He was the only one to faced actual persecution for this shit. And I got tortured by fucking Russians.”

“Yeah...” Eddie said, “I’m still pissed off at the government for not going to war over the torture of kids.”

“Their justification was that technically I was an adult because I was eighteen.”

“Robin wasn’t,” Eddie bit out. “And you can’t tell they wouldn’t have tried to torture Dustin or Erica if they had managed to catch them.”

They talked a little bit more about what they had gone through and how they thought that now that their kids were going to be going into their senior year of school that it would be a good time to finally come clean.

It was a lot of things to process and they were so proud of them for understanding.

It wasn’t going to be an easy road, but Steve smiled at the thought of sharing the burden with them all.

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Part 17 Part 18 Epilogue

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