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Stacy’s mom

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A/N: inspired by the song “Stacys mom” and our conversation @jamneuromain 😋 it was very spontaneous and I wrote it in a few hours but…It was kinda fun🤣 so let me know how you liked it! I’m thinking about a pt 2! (Yes I know I have thousands series and one shots planned and am still working on the bingo drabbles but…I like writing most of my things depending on my mood😋)

Summary: Steve knew he was in trouble walking into his friends house and seeing her mom.

Pairing: highschool!Steve Rogers x Stacys Mom reader

Warnings: stacys mom reader, older reader, age gap, Steve is 17/18 but reader and him don’t interact then besides some teasing, masturbation, underage drinking

“I think we should choose the second topic. Benefits of daily exercise and how to incorporate it into your routine. Let’s be honest, I’m the real life example”, Steve laughed, sitting with Stacy in her living room on the floor, in front of the coffee table. It was the first time he was at her place, needing to finish a project that was very important for the grade.

A few months ago his asthma became much better and his many asthma attacks stopped, making it possible for him to exercise. Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months. He was still lanky, but happy about not being the shortest in the class anymore.

But with puberty also came acne, his forehead and cheeks were covered in small and annoying pimples. He used extra creams to get rid of them, which slowly helped.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe you could talk about your experience…how it affected your health and body”, Stacy thought about it for a second before taking some notes. “We can-“ The slamming of a door made Stacy jump slightly, so did Steve.

“Are you stupid?! I said no. It’s tomorrow and not in a week do you hear me? You’re not going on any stupid trips with your new wh- oh I will call her what I want! You dirty cheater-don’t you dare not show up tomorrow-” a woman’s voice carried through the house, the clicking of heels coming closer as you walked into the kitchen, Stacy and Steve watching you as you opened the fridge, not even noticing the two teenagers.

“For fucks sake, I have all rights being mad at you. We were together for-” They both didn’t listen much further as Stacy started talking about the project again, but Steve wasn’t listening to her either. His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt- “Steve, are you even listening?” “Of course I do. Yes. Definitely.-“ “yeah? What was I talking about?”

“….could you…maybe repeat it?” Steve felt himself blush a dark red, his face burning with shame of being caught checking out her mom. That was definitely embarrassing.

Even though he started working on the project again, he couldn’t stop himself from peaking over at you. You were still turned with your back to Them arguing on the phone.

“She’s probably talking to dad again. They argue a lot now with the divorce…I don’t blame her. Of course I love my dad, but he did her wrong. They were married for nearly twenty years and he cheated on her-from what I’ve heard it wasn’t the first time or at least it wasn’t a one time thing”, explained Stacy, seeing as Steve was looking over to the kitchen.

He blushed again, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I just thought we’d be alone. It’s a bit distracting-“ for other reasons that Stacy might suspect. “I can tell her to go to her office or bedroom. They’ll probably argue for a long long time…”, she sighed, already standing up. Steve immediately followed her, shaking his head, “no, no. It’s fine. We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too…”, he felt himself blush again, as Stacy walked to the kitchen, Steve following her.

“Hi mom-could you please talk a bit quieter? I told you Steve’s coming over today. We have a project”, said Stacy walking into the open kitchen. “But we’ll take a break now-order something to eat. You want something? A pizza? Thai?”

Hearing your daughters voice you lowered your phone, turning around to look at her, your gaze falling onto the young blonde boy watching your every move. He seemed…mesmerised. He extended his hand to introduce himself properly, making you smile lightly as you ended the call without saying anything else and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m sorry you had to hear this. I’m usually not such a bitch it’s just my soon ex-husband makes my blood boil” You laughed quietly.

Steve chuckled too. You could tell it was a nervous chuckle. You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother.

“Just order the usual pizza I like and take some money from my purse, I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” With that you left the room and seeing how Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you he knew he was in trouble.

The next time he saw you was only three weeks later, once again at stacys house. After working some more on the project they both decided to sit at the pool and sunbathe a bit. When he noticed the lawnmower at the gate seemingly unused since the lawn wasn’t taken care of. “You need help with the lawn maybe? I can take care of that”, said the young boy already standing up and walking over to the lawnmower.

Stacy wanted to argue with him about not needing to do so, but he did anyway. It’d only take him a few minutes and he liked the idea of impressing Stacy’s mom, you.

When he was nearly finished you walked out of the house, a towel wrapped around your body, the strings of a black bikini wrapped around your neck. And when you dropped the towel-he could burst. Your body was incredible. You were already a bit tanned, your curves dressed only in the bikini, your thighs moving against one another, the thick flesh wiggling with every step, making him want to bite into it.

Jesus. He really shouldn’t be thinking about things like that or he’d soon have a problem that needs to be hidden.

You were incredibly beautiful, your breasts and stomach looking so soft. He could see some stretch marks, but they only made you even more attractive.

“You missed a spot over there, Stevie sweetheart”, you teased him, noticing how he stopped concentrating on his task. He felt himself blush, a small smile creeping on his lips as he nodded and kept going, this time a bit more concentrated.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit more, since he watched you Everytime he walked by, so you took the sunscreen and started applying it on your whole body. Stacy didn’t notice any of it since she had her eyes closed. Besides you tried to make it look like you weren’t doing anything on purpose-especially not then you stood up and started applying the suncream on your legs, bending down and showing off your legs.

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over. It was your ex husbands anyway.

After finishing mowing the lawn he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, closing the door and immediately leaning against the text wall, pushing down his swim shorts. His hardness springing free. He didn’t waste any time before spitting in his palm and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself hard and fast.

He tried to keep his moans quiet, but still couldn’t stop the gasps escaping his lips, especially when he started imagining it wasn’t his hand on his dick. He thought about your soft skin against his body. Your thighs wrapped around his slim waist-or even better if he’d fuck your thighs. Your meaty legs would feel amazing, squeezing his dick. Maybe you’d even let him finish like that. On your stomach and tits-or Steve you’d let him fuck your pussy without a condom, letting him feel your velvet walls. Your wet and tight curb gripping him tightly, your moans would be so soft and sweet.

Before he’d let himself come he’d make sure to get at least two orgasm out of you. Maybe one with his mouth or fingers, then on his cock…then he’d love to shoot his load in you. Filling you with his seed.

The thought was all he needed to come, shooting his load all over himself. Thank god he managed to push his shirt up just in time before making a mess.

He felt ashamed wiping off his cum from the bathroom floor before walking back to the pool, where his heart's desire sat.

It was a fantasy. He knew. He definitely had no chance, being only a teenager and especially being friends with your daughter.

But having a fantasy didn’t hurt even a bit, right?

He loved watching you whenever you moved or walked around the house. Your house quickly became a place he visited at least once a week, always working on the project. But the worst was happening-well, two things. One, the project was slowly coming to an end and you had a date.

It’s not like he had any right to be jealous, but…still. Watching you getting all dolled up for some guy made his heart tighten. You always looked beautiful but seeing you in a beautiful light blue dress, with a low cleavage, showing off your shoulders and collarbones made his throat dry. The dark, black choker you wore made you look a bit like…Cinderella.

A smile crept onto his lips as he thought about it, quickly looking down not to get caught.

He wished you looked this good for him. He wished he could take you out on a date, have your soft hands wrapped around his arm.

But he couldn’t take you out. He didn’t even have the money to do so.

Sighing he opened his textbook again, taking some last notes.

Maybe one day he could at least buy you a bouquet of the most beautiful roses…

The project was finally finished, only two weeks later Stacy and Steve had everything ready to hand in and decided to have a nice and relaxing evening together drinking some beer which…Stacy asked you to buy. Surprisingly Stacy said you had only chuckled at that question and actually bought a few.

In all These weeks Steve and Stacy got closer, but only in a platonic way. Stacy had tried to flirt with him at first, but it changed quickly. He couldn’t tell exactly when but at some point she just stopped.

And now they were just sitting in the backyard, drinking beers, both on their third ones.

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, not expecting this question Steve choked on his beer, immediately coughing and spitting his beer all over himself.

“Wh-what?”, he croaked, shaking his head quickly. “I-I'd never-no. Of course not. That’s-That'd be…that’d be weird. I’m mean-it’s your mom-“ Stacys laugh interrupted his rambling.

“I knew it. You’re not very subtle with all the question you know? Is your mom back from the business trip? Is she away for work again? Do you think she likes roses or sunflowers more? You weren’t subtle. Not at all, Steve. At first I was really weirded out, but…I guess we all have some weird crushes at some point, you know? We’ll go to college soon, anyway, so you’ll get over it”, she shrugged, making Steve blush with every next sentence.

He took another big sip from his bottle, looking to the house for a second, where he could see you walking around the kitchen, preparing dinner. “Yeah…’s just a crush”, he mumbled, not wanting to tell Stacy how much he actually liked you.

But she was right. He’d probably get over you soon. He’d meet someone at his new university…

But did he really want that??

This thought stayed in his head for the rest of the evening, his chest feeling incredibly tight knowing it may be the last time he’d see you.

Slightly drunk Stacy and Steve walked back into the house, seeing you had left the food for them on the counter. They are quietly, not wanting to disturb you and after both laid down-Stacy in her room and Steve in the living room on the pull-out sofa. Even tho he was comfortable and surrounded by your smell he didn’t feel any peace. He couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was racing.

You yourself had eaten earlier before taking a bath and walked into your bedroom to go to sleep early.

But of course you were awoken by your small bladder, needing release. Sighing you sat up, straightening your nightgown in case the kids were still outside or still awake. Then you walked out of your bedroom, wrapping a silky robe around your body.

You did your business quietly, washed your hands and looked a bit tiredly into the mirror. A sigh escaped your lips. You were getting old, weren’t you? This year you turned 36 and it showed. The wrinkles around your eyes couldn’t be hidden anymore. Your skin wasn’t as smooth as it used to be. Your body wasn’t the same anymore, you had stretch marks, it was hard to stay in shape, especially with your limited time since you were always busy with work…

You sighed again, putting your night creame once again on. It wouldn’t change anything overnight of course, but you still hoped it’d slow down the aging. It’s not like you looked bad or really old-you weren’t even that old, if you had to be honest, but….you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.

Leaving the bathroom you walked quietly through the room, being stopped when Steve stumbled out of the living room, looking like he was in a hurry-at First you thought he wanted to go to the bathroom but when you stepped aside to let him through, he only stepped closer to you.

Your gaze fell for a second on his bare, slim chest. He gained a bit muscles since you had last seen him at the pool a few weeks ago. He looked cute. Not that it mattered. It’s weird you were even thinking like this.

“Give me a chance”, he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows, a little wrinkle appearing between them. “What?” “Give me a chance…I-I’ll try to be the perfect guy for you. I could be-I just-I need to finish school-and co-“ You shook your head, now understanding. “Steve, Steve, stop-We can’t. I can’t…you’re just drunk. You gotta go back to sleep, okay?”, you smiled kindly, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him with you to the living room, pushing him into a sitting position.

“I mean it-you deserve a guy like me. I’ll be perfect for you-I know I’m still young but-“ “exactly Steve. You’re young. You could be my child-your friends is my daughter, okay? I’m really flattered by your attraction but…it’s not right. I’m sorry, Steve, you need to go to sleep now. And let’s just ignore this conversation, okay”, you tried to be gentle with your words but still saw some tears well up in his eyes.

Hesitatly you stepped between his legs, wrapping your arms around him and pulling into a hug. His head immediately rested against your stomach, right below your breasts as he sniffed quietly. Not wanting to make it any harder for him…and maybe also yourself…you pulled away.

While leaving the living room your couldn’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his gaze. You immediately looked away again and walked to your room.

This time it was much harder to fall asleep.

In the morning you quietly made some scrambled eggs and beacon, trying to ignore the feeling rising up in your chest when Steve woke up from the smell and a smile appeared on his lips, you noticed it, because you were watching him from the open kitchen. You could see him perfectly. And it broke your heart.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit of a headache, especially remembering the conversation with you. Oh god. Had he really did it? Said he wanted to be with you?

You noticed how Steve blushed and when he looked up at you, your eyes meeting, your own face started burning. As quick and nonchalant as possible you looked away.

Only a few minutes later Stacy came to the kitchen and you sat down together to eat breakfast. All this time you tried to ignore Steve even though you still felt his gaze on you.

After finishing the food it was time for him to leave and stacy decided to drive him, so she quickly went to her room to get ready. Meanwhile steve stayed with you in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“About yesterday…I’m sorry. For everything…I still stand by it, but I shouldn’t have be so pressing-“ “Steve, don’t worry. I get it…in a way, at least. You’re a very sweet boy, but I’m too old for you. It can’t happen”, You explained friendly, smiling at him before looking once again.

You felt Steve step a bit closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating. “Is…is there really no chance? Not even a small one? Please…”, he whispered, his hand gently touching your arm.

Steve noticed how you got goosebumps as soon as he touched you. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you patted his arm gently, yearning Stacy walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly, stepping away again just in time for Stacy to walk into the kitchen. “Okay-we can go!”

With that Steve looked at you one last time before disappearing. Not only did he leave your house that day, but also walked out of your life forever.

Or so you thought.

In the first few weeks you had thought about him more than you should. About his pretty smile and the beautiful blues. About his graduation and which college he chose. About if you’d ever see him again, which you knew you shouldn’t.

Months later you stopped thinking about him so often. There were a few evenings where you thought about him, sure, but less and less…

And then the years went by and Steve became one of Stacys old highschool friends that she hadn’t talked to in a long time.

So it surprised you to say the least when you heard the doorbell, interrupting your quiet moment of reading. You were so concerned on the book you jumped slightly, putting your book down and walking to the door. In this time the doorbell rang again. “Jesus, so inpatient…”, you mumbled to yourself, opening the door.

Your breath hitched.

Your heartbeat immediately speeding up.

In the first second you didn’t even recognise him.

He was bigger. His shoulder so broad you weren’t sure if he’d fit in the door, taller than before and…a beard. Wow.

He changed a lot.

But his beautiful eyes stayed the same. The same bright blue.

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

Pt 2

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darklovecat · 1 year ago

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gallawitchxx · 3 years ago

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hey bee so um I was scrolling through tumblr right, a normal wednesday night for me and I come across these tags right?

maybe wanna share more thots on this please?

You've put this in my head and now I can't get rid of it unless someone writes it

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more harvest festival thoughts you say?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT I WROTE 1.6K WORDS! PUTTING THEM UNDER THE CUT OMFGGGG

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mickey did a stint in prison--some run with terry gone wrong--& when he gets paroled his new p.o. sets him up with a job at a fucking harvest festival. cleaning toilets, emptying trash cans, picking up after all the little brats who run around eating half of a candy apple & then throwing the rest on the ground like goddamn animals!

fucking blows.

but he goes along with it because terry also got sent away & shanked inside, so he's dead now & mickey's free to live a different life.

he'd never say it out loud, but he wants a different life.

so, he works that harvest festival like his future depends on it, which it does, & vendors start to notice him, & then he's being asked to help around different booths & rides. a little fix-up here, a little "carry this to the car for me, will you dear?" there.

before he knows it, he's the harvest fest handyman.

pride swells in his chest. he looks forward to going to work.

the season ends. the festival packs it in until next year.

mickey gets a new job painting houses. he misses the folks & the smells of the festival, the woozy look of dumb motherfuckers straight off the tilt-a-whirl, even the fucking candy apple kids.

when the next fall rolls around, mickey asks his p.o. if he can get his gig back at the harvest festival. unfortunately not. someone else needs the short term placement & mickey's superiors like him down at the painting gig. no dice.

but the lure of the festival is too strong, too enticing, so of course, the first friday of the fest, mickey's dragging mandy down to the fairgrounds under the guise of some fucktwat x assface bonding time. "you like stupid shit like this," he spits, throwing his voice to throw her off his scent.

it's just like he remembered. everywhere they walk there are waves, "good to see you!"s, "we miss you this year, mick!" from familiar faces. he hides his blush behind his extra large coke & jumbo preztel.

when they hit the haunted house, the owner is outside, red-faced & screaming at some acne-scarred kid. mickey winces. he likes the old man, but he can be a hard-ass.

fuck, mickey's getting soft.

by the time he & mandy make their way through the house--mandy almost punched some scary clown in the face & mickey ended up scaring one of the employees instead of the other way around--the kid is gone & the owner's sucking down a cigarette & pacing like he's going to bore a hole in the ground.

turns out that kid was supposed to be working the whole festival, but something came up & he had to back out.

the haunted house is down one scarer.

mickey offers his services.

he fucking loves it.

mickey starts setting goals for himself--he wants to make some kid piss themselves. could he get someone to puke? how many jump scares in a night is too many? anything to spice it up for himself & the regulars he starts to accrue. tough kids with something to prove. mickey fucking takes down every last one of them.

before long, he's quit his boring ass painting gig to go on the road with old man jim & the haunted house. jim sees his potential, sees how hard he works, how much he enjoys it. pretty soon, he's covering for jim so he can get a night off & putting his math skills to use helping with the books.

nothing like the open road & a fuckton of kids just waiting to get the shit scared outta 'em.

a few years go by & old jim's starting to hate life on the road. his bones ache, his lungs are black with smoke, his cough terrible & he figures it's time to get out while he still can. spend some time at a beach or something. rest his weary legs.

he hands the keys to the literal house to mickey.

it's too much to run on his own, so he calls up the rest of the milkovich siblings. asks if they have anything better to do than to join him on the road. says that it could be good for them to get paid to run a haunted house after growing up for free in a real one.

promises them that every halloween, they'll be in chicago at the festival that mickey first worked at. they'll work the season & then hang around the ole neighborhood until the new year.

when september rolls around, the milkovich kids set-up camp at the fairgrounds. mickey's welcomed back with open arms, shown even more of the "behind the scenes" than before. he's earned it, he's one of them now.

the place feels like home.

mickey's the big boss now, he has tons of acne-scarred kids to run the actual show, but every once & a while he sees a group of punks that he really wants to show a good time & he hops in the house, taking up his old position behind a trap door in the hallway.

but one night, it's not a buncha punks that leads him to his old haunt. it's an alien-looking motherfucker, tall & glowing, face littered with freckles, a shock of red hair haphazardly atop his head.

mickey's gotta get closer to him. maybe test him a little. see what he does when the pressure's on & the walls move unexpectedly.

his palms sweat as he waits. as he peeks through the peephole in the trapdoor for the ginger & his friends to pass by.

when the time's right, mickey swings open his trap door.

the redhead launches himself back towards the opposite wall, his arm lifting like he might actually sock mickey in the fucking face. it's never happened to him before, so this would be a hell of a way for it to go.

but then, his arm is sailing smoothly behind his porcupine-looking hair-do, & mickey watches him come to land gracefully against the wall with his right leg hitched out in this fucking sexy ass pose, like that's what he'd meant to do all along.

"come here often?" the guy grins.

mickey's losing his mind, but plays it cool: "only on the weekends."

that earns him a dazzling smile, all white teeth & bright green eyes. mickey can't help but smile back.

the moment's broken by laughter from the rest of the mystery man's group, pulling both of them back from whatever cloud they were occupying in the middle of a fucking house of horrors.

mickey flushes. the redhead does finger guns????, gives a little embarrassed wave & then he's off, onto the next room.

when the fair's almost empty & mickey's almost done for the night, he grabs his pack of smokes & heads to the back of the house set-up, somewhere he's only been allowed to go now that he owns the joint.

he lights up.

he notices a figure walking up.

"'ey man, place is for employees only."

"what about friends of employees?"

fuck, it's the guy. the alien-looking one.

mickey clears his throat, "you throw finger guns at all your friends, red?"

he laughs. his face pink up & mickey wants to run his thumb against his cheekbones.

"hey, you gotta admit until then i was pretty smooth. used my last brain cell keeping it together back there."

"yeah, yeah, you did good. was impressed." mickey holds out the pack. "you smoke?"

"been known to, yeah."

the lighter snicks & then the redhead is leaning down. he smells like cotton candy and cologne.

they each take a drag.

the silence is nice. not uncomfortable, much to mickey's surprise.

finally, mickey says, "your friends ditch you or something?"

"or something."

there's a hint of spice to his otherwise smooth voice & he's looking at mickey like he could eat him alive.

"you gotta name?"

"ian," he says, holding a hand out to shake.

mickey takes it. "mickey."

ian looks to where their hands are joined. "woah, nice tats. no wonder they keep you locked up in the dark & away from the kids."

"not far away enough if you ask me."

their handshake ends before mickey's ready.

he's nervous. fuck, is that what this feeling is? all pesky butterflies in his gut.

before he can say anything else, ian asks: "so, if i come back tomorrow, you'll be here?"

"be here through halloween, man."

"but only on the weekends, right?"

mickey forgot he'd said that. wasn't true, just sounded good in the moment.

"naw man, i run the place. here every day."

mickey stubs out his cigarette, trying not to look at the delighted look on ian's face.

"you run the place? here i was thinking i was into some regular old actor type! didn't know i was talking to mr. haunted house himself."

"alright, alright, calm down. it's a fucking carnival ride, not some fortune 500 whatever-the-fuck."

ian takes his last drag and steps on the butt, twisting his leg in a similar pose as he struck in the haunted house.

"still pretty cool," he says with a shrug. "so if i were to have some thoughts about the user experience of the house, you know, a review, you're the one to tell?"

"a review, huh?"

"yeah, a pretty long one, mickey. could take a minute."

something hot flickers between them as they look each other up & down.

mickey pushes off the wall he'd been leaning on & heads towards the small door on the side of the house.

he swings it open & then turns back to face ian with a wicked grin.

"step into my office."

#HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED #LOLOL #aj my sweet these thoughts just poured out #thank you for asking for more #& bri i hope that these fulfill all of your britney dreams ✨#i really hope that this spontaneous abundance of words means that my writing skills have returned from war?#anyway #harvest fest au my surprise beloved #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

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dccomicsimagines · 4 years ago

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My Business - Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - A superman x reader imagine with the prompt: "I found your nose! It was in my business."

Requested by warblinglion0 - Hi! Could I request a Clark Kent imagine please??

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Clark closed his eyes against the blowing snow. He flew over the city, using his super hearing to guide him. The city was quieter than normal. The snowstorm had shut almost everything down.

He sighed, swooping down to help a woman carry home groceries. “Thank you, Superman,” she shouted once she was at her building. Clark waved at her and took off into the sky again.

Most of his day was spent helping stranded people with the storm. He had already written his article about the impact of the storm on Metropolis’ sewer system. Perry could forgive boring content when the storm created a slow news day. Clark snorted. He bet Lois found some kind of amazing story in this weather.

He landed on the top of the Daily Planet. The cold air felt sharp in his lungs. It reminded him of winters at home. He looked out at the snow covered city, thinking of turning in. A cup of hot chocolate while watching that documentary he felt would give him an edge in a story he was researching. He felt warm already.

“Get lost, jerk.” Your voice hit his ears. Clark’s eyes widened in surprise. It was like he was subconsciously listening for you sometimes. Your voice always came to him in the moments he never suspected.

He floated into the air, searching for you. You sounded too close to be at your apartment across town.

“Stupid, country bum,” a man’s voice echoed near you. Clark heard a door slam. He flew faster before slowing when he found you trudging through the snow in the street. His stomach dropped at how underdressed you were. You didn’t even have a coat on.

He almost flew down to you, but he stopped himself. People couldn’t see Superman around you. Too risky. He quickly flew to his apartment only a block away. Changing into regular clothes, he made sure to pick up an extra coat for you before zooming back to you.

***

You wrapped your arms around yourself and cursed your situation. Why didn’t you bring a coat? Why did you decide to go the the club during a snowstorm? You shook your head, feeling the snow settled on your head. Everything was shut down. You shivered, crossing the street to make the long walk home.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” Clark’s voice made you jump. You spun around, seeing him run over to you. Ironically, he was dressed for the weather. Funny since he couldn’t feel the cold. “Where’s your coat?” He had an extra coat over his arm, which he quickly wrapped around you. You slipped your arms in the sleeves, noting how warm it was.

A shaky laugh escaped you. “I found your nose. It’s in my business...again.” You tapped his nose before struggling to zip up the coat. Your fingers were already numb, burning from the cold. Clark shook his head, smiling as he zipped it for you.

“Come on. It’s too far for you to go home now. My place is nearby.” He wrapped a strong arm around you and led you home. “Now why are you out in this weather?”

He was so warm and his big frame blocked the wind. “Well, I got invited to a club by some friends of Lucy’s.” You bit your lip. “I thought I’d go, but then one of the guys started making fun of me when I didn’t know what...” You stopped yourself from spilling the embarrassing conversation. “Never mind.”

“You’re always getting in trouble.” Clark unlocked his building’s front door and held it open for you. You hurried inside, stomping your feet to knock off the snow. Shivers rocked your body, you could have swore ice was forming on your body.

“And you’re always popping up to help.” You rolled your eyes. “I never would have thought my good old brother, Pete, would ask you to keep an eye on me so much. Do you two even talk that much anymore?”

“We do.” Clark bit his lip. Pete Ross didn’t call him that much, but they always caught up when Clark went home for a visit. It was actually during one of those visits that Pete asked Clark to keep an eye on his younger sibling who got it into their head to move to Metropolis. Pete thought you were in over your head, and honestly, most of the time you were.

You pulled Clark’s jacket closer as you both headed to the elevator. “I mean there was that time where I was in that bad roommate situation, so you helped me move. Then I wanted to rent that one place for really cheap and you stepped in to show me how bad it was. Of course, then you came in with that offer to live with Lucy Lane in a nicer part of town.”

Clark blushed slightly. “Well, it’s the least I could do. I mean you’re practically family, (Y/N).”

Your stomach soured slightly. You were afraid he only saw you as Pete’s little tagalong sibling. Who could blame him when you felt so helpless most of the time? “I personally think it’s because you want to make up for breaking up my mud mask business in the fifth grade.”

He laughed hard, almost doubling over. “You were taking mud from the pond and mixing it with your mother’s perfume. It made three people break out in hives.”

“I had a warning label on it.” You smiled at his reaction. “And it was five dollars a bottle.”

Clark shook his head. “Ma actually bought one from you. She didn’t use it though. In fact, I think she still has it sitting in the garage.”

“Too bad for her. Lana swore by it. Said it cleared up her acne just like that.” You snapped your fingers, chuckling along with him. The elevator doors opened and Clark led the way down the hall to his apartment.

“In all seriousness though, you shouldn’t have went out with a storm on the way. The city shuts down during snowstorms.” Clark unlocked his apartment door and pushed it open to let you in first.

“The club was still open.” You wandered inside, flicking on the lights to take in the bland surroundings. The only personal items were a framed newspaper article and three family pictures of the Kents.

“Stupidly still open, yes.” Clark shut the door and locked it. “I’ll make some hot chocolate. Make yourself comfortable, (Y/N).” He took off his coat and shook it out before pulling off his shoes. You kept the coat on, still warming up.

Clark went into the kitchen and you trailed behind him. “Were you as helpless as me when you first moved here?” you asked suddenly as you took a seat at the counter. Clark blinked, turning to look at you while he turned on the stove.

“Yes. I had no idea what I was doing and I had a few tricky situations myself.” He smiled. “I’m glad I can help you not to make the same mistakes I did.”

You hummed. He turned back to start warming up the milk. “Of course it was easier for you. Being Superman and all.” Clark flinched, looking at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the sight. “I know. I know. We’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s the thing we know, but never speak of.”

Clark sighed. “I don’t think that made it easier for me.” He cleared his throat, turning back to the stove. “It was hard to hide my powers. To have some much noise around me all the time. Not to mention when I decided to become Superman.”

You watched him, noting the tension in his shoulders. Part of you wanted to go hug him, but you resisted. You didn’t know how he would react. “I remember the first time we knew for sure that you were something special. It was during winter break one year. You, Pete, and Tommy Johnson were trying to go ice fishing at the lake. I followed you because you wouldn’t let me come and I was being stubborn.”

“You fell through the ice because you walked on the thin part.” Clark hummed, getting out the chocolate mix.

“No one would have noticed, but you heard me scream.” You crossed your arms. The chill from the freezing water felt like a permanent scar every time you thought back on that day. “I went under the ice and I couldn’t find a way to get out.”

“I dived in after you.” Clark mixed in the chocolate slowly. You wondered if he was remembering how cold the water was too, even though he didn’t get cold. “I had to break through the ice once I found you. Pete and Tommy ran over to help. I let them pull us out. Tommy couldn’t believe I broke through the ice, but Pete told him it was thin there too.”

“None of us said anything about it, but you did save my life that day.” You took a deep breath, slipping off your chair. Taking off his coat, you were finally warm enough. “We always knew, but never really talked about it. I remember I tried to ask Pete to ask you to lift this big rock for me and he slapped my face.”

“He slapped you?” Clark spun to you, staring at your cheek like Pete just slapped you right this second. You chuckled and touched your cheek. It had stun a lot. You cried at the time.

“Pete was protecting you. Like I said it’s the thing we all knew, but never talked about.” Your face burned at the concern on his face. “I’m fine, Clark.”

Clark bit his lip, turning away to grab two mugs out of the cabinet. You snorted when you saw he had a superman mug. “Ma gave this to me. She thought it was funny.” He handed you a filled mug and turned off the stove.

“It is if you know.” You took a sip, licking your lips. “This is good.”

“Thanks, I learned from the best.” Clark took a sip of his own hot chocolate. “I was going to watch a documentary for work if you want join me? Otherwise, we can just watch regular TV, I’m not picky.”

You headed into the living room and made yourself comfortable on his couch. “The documentary is fine. I like learning.”

“I bet Mrs. G just rolled over in her grave at that.” Clark laughed. “I remember how you made her so mad that her face turned completely red like she was going to burst into flames.”

“Good times.” You laughed, relaxing as Clark sat down beside you. Shyly, he grabbed a blanket and covered you and himself with it. You hesitated before cuddling into his side.

Clark paused. You saw a mixed expression of emotions cross his face. “You comfortable?”

“Yep.” You took another sip from your mug. Clark relaxed and turned on the documentary. The two of you snuggled while the snowstorm raged outside.

***

The next morning, Clark was startled to hear eggs frying in the kitchen. He slowly got out of bed and was about to leave his bedroom until he remembered you. Quickly, he pulled on an old Smallville High t-shirt. No reason to scare you with his bare chest.

You were in the kitchen. Clark stopped in the doorway, his breath taken away. He had forgotten he had given you a shirt of his to wear. You turned when you heard his gasp. “Good morning.” You waved innocently before turning back to the stove. “I hope you don’t mind that I made us breakfast. I figured it was the least I could do since you let me stay here last night.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to send you out into the storm.” Clark sat down at the table. His body threatened to burst into flames. Why did you look so good in his shirt?

“You could have flown me home.” Clark watched you as you made a plate for him. He almost groaned at how domestic it was. Part of him wished you could be here every morning. However, the other part of him knew you were Pete Ross’ sibling. Off limits.

Clark cleared his throat. You set the plate in front of him. “Thank you.” He dug into the food to distract himself from the racing thoughts.

You laughed and made a plate for yourself. Clark tensed when you sat down right next to him. “So it’s still snowing outside,” you said, picking at your food.

“It is.” Clark glanced out the window at the winter wonderland outside. “I’ll have to insist you stay here.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have to insist.” You met his eye, winking at him. “But what are we going to do all day long?”

Clark took a big bite of eggs. His heart fluttered at your wink. “I do have to write an article, but after we could...I don’t know...maybe break out that game we used to play?”

“You still have that? And you have it here?” You gasped, clapping your hands.

“Ma sent it to me a year ago. Said I might need it.” Clark chuckled. He avoid mentioning that Ma only sent it after she found you out were moving to Metropolis. Come to think of it, Clark wondered if Ma knew something he didn’t. Then again, she always did.

You went into a story about when you all first played the game. Clark listened, remembering it himself. You, Pete, and Clark played the game for the first time in the basement of his house while there was a tornado warning. A warm fuzzy feeling came to his chest. Clark decided then and there that he would call Pete once you went home and ask him for permission to ask you out.

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haifengg · 4 years ago

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A = Affection (How do they show their affection?) The kinship type of guy. A lot of holding hands and smiling forehead kisses. Almost everywhere does he wrap his arm around his s/o’s shoulder. At a basketball game or something he will pack an extra blanket or jacket to give to them if they’re cold. He is very thoughtful about the little things in a relationship.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?) Their smile. Seeing their whole face light up when they are happy or amazed. How their eyes sparkle and maybe their dimples show? It’s his favorite thing in the world. His s/o’s smile makes his aches go away and his day clear up. It clears his mental acne really.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?) Huge cuddler. All the time. (See more at H)

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?) He would want to take his s/o to Chicago and show them where he grew up. Introduce his parents and show his partner around. Make them taste his favourite pizza, maybe a road trip? The open road (the highway to heaven....), sunsets and gas stations. Have midnight pancakes and black coffee at a diner!

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?) This I am not sure about. I would say he puts in a normal level of effort. Pretty much the same amount as his s/o. He shows them they are precious and his most valuable thing in life but he won’t go full bonkers on valentines day or something like that.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?) Johnny handles it very well. He is very educated and cautious about mental health in general so he would take every fear seriously. If his s/o is anxious about anything he will do his best to make a situation more comfortable for them or try to avoid the situation as a whole. G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?) Accessories. Johnny strikes me as a men who gets his s/o small things likes designer bracelets or card holders. Things they wouldn’t buy themselves because it’s unnecessary and expensive but if he knows they will accept and like it and most importantly use it - he will get it to them. And if they say they can’t accept he would say something like “It’s alright, don’t worry. I got a discount on it because I worked with them earlier this year.” Even if it’s a lie.

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?) Johnny is tall and he has long arms. Perfect to wrap around someone and should them from cold wind at a busstop or pull them in after a long walk in the rain. He knows how much his s/o craves those hugs and how protected they are feeling when he holds them tightly.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?) Has this man issues with intimacy? No?? Have you seen him??? I would be just as confident if I was him. J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?) Jealous boyfriend right here. Johnny might act chill about his s/o hanging out with other men on days he is also available or seeing them walk out of lecture together on a day he wanted to surprise them by picking them up. He won’t let it show because it would hurt his reputation as LBBY (Laid Back Boyfriend of the Year) but his s/o will notice. Maybe by how short his answers are or because of all the questions he asks about that friend. Or maybe by the way he kisses them later that night. Maybe he also dislikes this side about himself because he knows he can trust them. K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?) Johnny’s kisses are to melt for. Just the perfect mix of soft pecks and slightly rough ... idk how to describe it. He would randomly bite his s/o’s lips to catch them off guard and if they blush he will laugh about it and pull them into a long lingering and smily kiss ...

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?) Constantly. He will say it. He will text it. He will moan it. He will ask you “You love me right?” There won’t be a day his s/o won’t hear or read it or both.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?) In a committed relationship Johnny would think about marriage 100% but he doesn’t have to get married right away. Maybe ever. He strikes me as the kind of guy who is happy just being with his s/o. Maybe he will think different if they’re ever thinking about having a kid. But in that case time will tell.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?) Goofy dates! Game nights! Haunted houses where his s/o clings on to him! Arcades and hours of dance dance revolution! O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?) I don’t think he would go to fancy restaurants. Not even for an anniversary. It’s just not his thing and this casual red wine at the river or beach is more his thing than make dinner reservations and letting waiters tell him what wine he’s having. I am not saying that he doesn’t do it at all - maybe he enjoys it on some occasions (when he has to impress parents for example) but overall with his s/o ... I think a chill open air wine tasting might rather be his thing. P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?) He messes around all the time. He will make himself a bra out of lather when he’s in the shower try to seduce his s/o, he will mock the radio moderator and make up an semi-interesting newsflash about their breakfast. Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?) Loves to ask their s/o for their opinion so he does it a lot. Sometimes he even changes his decision if his s/o has some really good points or perhaps even better ideas. R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?) This man is so goofy how is he not random. He will wake his s/o up in the middle of the night just to go see the stars. He would make last minute dinner reservations and trick them into a dinner date by asking them if they come pick him up. He is so random and I love it. Though it would drive me insane. S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?) A lot of cuddles and soft temple kisses during the early state of the night or the going-to-bed/settling in but once everyone is comfy and tired they slew butt to butt. He jokes about that constantly. T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?) He lives off and thrives on trust. A relationship in which he wouldn’t fully trust his s/o is no relationship to him.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?) Johnny radiates positive vibes, which makes him insanely attractive. He is so comfortable with himself and empowering towards literally everyone it’s as if you would have your very own personal cheerleader. With him on their side his s/o could literally accomplish everything. V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?) He is pretty open about his feelings and concerns so I don’t think it would take a long time for him to talk to theyr s/o about everything. He shares his worries with a lot of friends/close friends but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s less significant when he tells his s/o. He might talk to a lot of people about things but he might only take advice from a few. W = Weather (What would he do during a cloudy and rainy day?) Coffee and galleries. A day with rolling thunder or just light annoying rain for him is the most welcome excuse to take his s/o for a classy museum tour. It doesn’t matter if it’s modern art or some good old fashioned photography. He would love to spend hours there and not missing out of anything in the outside world. X = Xylophon (What does he think about their s/o’s taste in music? Is it different?) If you they like the same music as he does - he would love it. But honestly he is such an open-minded man we would listen to anything at least once and even though he doesn’t like it would say something like ‘It’s interesting.’ On a car ride or something they would agree on something they both enjoy or put on a shared playlist and he would peacefully endure the songs he doesn’t like or enjoying them just as much because they make his s/o visibly happy. Y = Yuck (Is there anything that might bother their s/o about him? Any flaws?) So... we all know how much he enjoys coffee. Sometimes maybe a little too much. And we also hopefully all know the rules of basic hygiene and how you shouldn’t overdo it. What I am trying to say it that boy has coffee breath. He has so much coffee during the day that he can’t possibly brush his teeth every time. Not saying that he is dirty or anything. Just ... take a hint - pop a mint.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?) This man breathes passion. I honestly don’t think he could be with someone less passionate than him. More reserved? Yes. Someone who doesn’t take the lead? Yes. But someone lacking in passion is a no-no. I’m not even talking solemnly about passion in a sexual way. It also applies to interests or hobbies. Being passionate about a certain topic or sport, music, politics, ... you name it. He is the utmost passion able person and we all know it. Period.

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arctickat2400 · 3 years ago

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Anniversary <> Zayn Malik

It was your 1 year Anniversary since you and Zayn have been together and you couldn’t be happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, awaiting the time to come for you to get ready.

Zayn had said he had a surprise for you tonight, but as always, he kept it a secret and refuses to tell you. You loved surprises, especially if they're from Zayn, but you hate being left in suspense.

This morning, when you had woken up, Zayn was already gone at work, but you had gotten a text from him.

Happy Anniversary, Kitten. Can’t wait for tonight and I can tell you can’t either. I’ll see you at 7. I love you.

Zayn’s text read and you couldn’t hold back a smile. You texted back, returning the Happy Anniversary and the I love You. And, as much as you wanted to spend your entire anniversary with your boyfriend, you couldn’t ‘cause he had work.

So you spent your day around the house, having a kind of lazy day. You had gotten a few sweet texts from Zayn and a call or two from him. He had video called you because he “wanted to see your beautiful face,'' his words exactly. The boys were around him, too, and greeted you with a Happy Anniversary, Y/N, or something along those lines. The boys had given you and Zayn your privacy until Zayn had to go to the studio. You exchanged I love you’s as you both went your separate ways.

Zayn was picking you up around 7 to bring you to the first part of your surprise and you couldn’t wait. You sat anxiously yet excitedly on the couch watching Riverdale in your red and black pj short shorts and a thin sweater as you waited for the time to arrive.

It’s been awhile since you started watching your tv show and you’ve gone through many episodes. You picked up your phone to check the time and you saw it was 5:50. Oh no, I’m gonna be so late. You thought to yourself. You still had to shower, dry, curl and fix up your hair, pick out an outfit and shoes all before Zayn got home.

You paused your tv show, throwing the blanket that covered you off from over you and jumped up, taking your phone and went to search for clothes.

Once you had gotten to your bathroom after finding a pair of underwear and some extra clothes for when you got out of the shower, it was already 6 by the time you turned on the shower. You turned on some music, the boys music because you couldn’t get enough of it.

You sang in the shower as you washed through your hair and cleansed your body. After about 10 minutes, you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. You stepped out of the shower and walked to the bathroom counter. After brushing through your wet hair, you put it up into a braid and began to dry yourself off. You changed into your underwear, tank top and denim short shorts and you checked the time. 6:15.

You let your hair down from your braid, brushing through it once again and beginning to dry it. After, you curl your hair and made perfect bouncy curls that fell over your shoulders. You would have put on makeup like any girl would do for a date, but Zayn hated when you wore makeup, and you did too. So, you never put any on. Maybe a little bit of acne cream and concealer to cover up some barely visible red spots, but that was the maximum amount of makeup you ever used.

It was around 6:35 when you had gotten done with your hair and everything that needed to be done in the bathroom and you walked into your connected bedroom and to your rather large walk in closet. You turned to your side and looked through your dresses. You tried to choose between a short pink and white floral dress with a puffy skirt and a white strapless dress that was longer on your right side and shorter on your left with diamonds outlining the corset that was quite thin and showed off our curves that Zayn like quite a lot. In the end, though you loved both dresses, you went with your favorite, the white dress.

You undressed out of your shorts and tank top and shimmied into your dress and easily zipped it up at the back. You knelt down by your wide variety of shoes and choose between black high heels with a bow strap on it or black strap wedged sandals, you chose the high heels with the bow. It went better with your dress, the white and black going together perfectly.

You slid them on and added a simple heart necklace that Zayn had given you for your birthday along with an anklet that was lined with crosses. You added a few rings that you wore almost 24/7 and you grabbed your phone. 6:55. Right on time.

You go downstairs just as you hear someone coming through the door. You stood on top of the stairs as you look down towards the front door to see Zayn there. He turns around, looking up, and his eyes widen, a spark igniting in his that showed absolute love and astonishment.

“Y/N, my love, you cannot look more beautiful.” Zayn told, a smile on his face as one crawls to your face along with a bright red blush coming to your cheeks. You descend down the stairs as Zayn makes his way to you.

You hadn’t seen him this morning, so you hadn’t seen what he was dressed in. And on your video call earlier, you hardly noticed what he had been wearing. He wore dark black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt and a black sportcoat with a little red handkerchief in the top left pocket. You hated when Zayn or any guy dressed in nice clothes like dress pants or whatever, but what Zayn was wearing, it was what you called nice clothes and you loved it.

You reached the bottom of the stares and Zayn’s eyes never left yours. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You smiled to Zayn as he took your hand in his and spun you around to get a good look from all angles. You giggled as he spun you into his, wrapping his arms around him.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I know I already said it, but I wanted to tell you in person.” Zayn told you, smiling as he stared you seductively into your eyes, his face mere centimeters from yours. You just laughed softly, setting your hands on either side of Zayn’s cheeks as he leaned you back in his strong arms and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as he did so.

Zayn brought you back up and held you against him still as he looked you in the eye.

“You ready to go, princess?” He asked sweetly. You nodded as he pressed his lips against your forehead, took your hand in his and lead you to the car. You pulled into what looks like the front of a super expensive restaurant. There were some men in uniforms waiting outside, maybe valet’s, as you pulled up beside them. Zayn was first to jump out of the car as you got ready to get out of the car yourself. Zayn ran to the other side of the car, handing his keys to the valet, and opened your door for you, holding his hand out for you to take. You obliged as you smiled, stepping out of the car, entwining your arm with Zayn’s as the valet drove off with your car.

As Zayn led you up to the restaurant, it looked familiar to you, and you realized it was Galvin at Windows, a very expensive modern French restaurant that you’ve always wanted to go to. Yes, Zayn of course has a lot of money, but this was the kind of place you go to for a special event, and it was your anniversary. You were so happy that Zayn brought you here.

“Zayn, this is amazing,” You paused looking around as you walked inside the beautiful place. “I can’t believe you got a reservation here.” It was also a very busy place, so it was hard to get a reservation, especially on a Friday night.

“Well, I had to bring my very special girl to a very special place. And I knew how much you’ve been wanting to come here.” He smiled at you as he covered you hand with his, the hand that was set on his arm. You just leaned up and pressed your lips against his cheek.

Being the next in line, you walk up to the stand where the host, a woman in a fancy dress stood, looking up at you two with a sweet smile.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” The host greeted and asked. Zayn just smiled back as you smiled up at him.

“Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Malik, please.” Is all he said, and you could’ve sworn his smile grew just a bit bigger. You were confused about the name he put our reservation under. You guys weren’t married, not even engaged. Not yet at least. Maybe it was just easier to say that. You decided not to ask just yet.

“Here you are,” The host grinned, looking down at her iPad with all her reservation information on it. She took two menus, looking back up at us, saying, “Please, follow me.” As she turned, you and Zayn followed hand in hand as she led you two outside under lots a gorgeous lights at the back balcony of the restaurant, giving you an amazing view of the ocean. It was the perfect evening, perfect temperature, not dark just yet, but it was just beautiful.

“It’s beautiful, Zayn. I can’t believe this. We just got here and it’s already been an amazing night.” You told him as you made eye contact with him after looking around your surroundings.

“Well, it’s all for you. And this is just the beginning. And have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? I could just look at you all night.” Zayn smiled towards you, staring into you blue eyes that went quite well with your dress. You just blushed and Zayn couldn’t hold back a slight chuckle at how adorable he thinks you are.

You both look at your menus as your waiter comes by to take your drink orders. You both simply order waters. As you wait for the waiter to come back, you decide to ask Zayn about his choice of reservation named.

“So, Zayn,” You start, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. “So, Y/N,” Zayn smiles, mimicking your movements. You just giggle, repositioning yourself.

“Anyways,” You sang. “What about that reservation name? What’s that all about?” You question him as you stare into each other's eyes. Zayn just chuckles as he looks down, an uncommon blush coming to his cheeks.

“It’s nothing. I just thought it’d be easier than anything else. And, we’re a couple, so why not?” Zayn answers, leaving a suspicious smile on your lips. You could tell it was something more than that. Just then, the waiter comes back with your waters and a bottle of champagne, which you don’t remember ordering. You both say thank you to the waiter as he asks for your meal orders. You wanted something simple, so you both ordered a burger. They were supposed to be really good and you hoped it would live up to your expectations.

About 10 minutes later, the waiter came back with your meal. After the first bite, you couldn’t get enough of it. It was amazing and probably one of the best burgers you’ve ever had. Throughout dinner, you and Zayn just made conversation about random things, life, the future, stuff you two usually like to talk about. You had already gone through the entire bottle of champagne and for dessert, you and Zayn shared a sweet, rich red velvet slice of cake with chocolate frosting on it. As was the rest of the meal, it was delicious.

After getting the check, and begging Zayn to let you help pay, though of course he didn’t let you, Zayn asked, “You ready to go, princess?” He asked with a suspiciously excited smile on his lips.

“For what?” You ask as Zayn stands and walks to you, taking your hand and lifting you from your chair.

“For the second part of your surprise, of course.” He smiled at you, and you just blushed as Zayn led you outside, hand in hand, where your car was waiting. Zayn opened your door for you after getting the keys from the valet as he ran to his side and started the car, driving off to the unknown.

You stare out the window, wondering where Zayn could possibly be bringing you, as he held your hand in his. Once in a while, a cute or funny thought would come to your mind and you would smile or quietly giggle. Little did you know, Zayn would look at you with a sincere and adoring smile on his face.

You begin to realize where you were and your surroundings, and you saw a little ways ahead the sand and the ocean. You smiled, knowing Zayn was bringing you to your favorite place: the beach.

Zayn takes your hand as you two walk around the beach together, you clutching onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder

You walk along the beach barefoot for awhile until your notice the darkness overcoming the sky and the sunset was arriving. Just then, a little in the distance, you see a few people, even though it’s about 9 at night and people aren't usually at the beach past 8. But, as you walked closer, you recognized the people to be the boys, Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall. They stood next to a burning fire beside a heart shape made of red rose petals. This was certainly a surprise to you.

You looked up to Zayn who had a calm, yet happy smile on his face and stared at you sweetly. He led you to the fire and the boys as you let go of Zayn and ran to the boys with a huge smile on your face.

“Guys, this is beautiful. Who did this?” You questioned as you hugged each of the boys, starting with Niall and going down the line, them all whispering sweet things in your ear like Happy Anniversary or whatever.

You got down the line and when you wanted to hug Harry, you realized he had disappeared somewhere without you noticing.

“Y/N,” You heard Zayn’s soft quiet voice as you turn around from the boys to see him holding a bouquet of red roses, your favorite. You see Harry beside him about to walk away back to the rest of the boys. Harry had a sweet smile on his as he stared at you lovingly. You eyes meet with Zayn’s again as you walked to him, him meeting you halfway.

“Zayn, you did this?” You questioned, though knowing the answer. You knew the boys were watching, but you couldn’t care less. At that moment, it was as if it was only you and Zayn left in the world.

Zayn handed you the roses as tears build up in your eyes. You smell the roses with a smile on your face, but you realize something different about your flowers. There’s a fake one. You look up at him confused.

“Why is there a fake one?” You asked and Zayn set his hands on your waist.

“When the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you. Maybe even after then.” He smiled and shrugged at that last part. You just giggled.

“Zayn,” Is all you said as Louis game up to you and took the roses from you to keep them safe. You thank him and turn back to Zayn, his hands still set on your waist, as you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he presses his lips to yours.

“They’re beautiful, Zayn. This is all just gorgeous. Thank you so much. And you did this all for me. I can’t believe I was blessed with such an amazing, generous, and handsome, may I add, boyfriend.” You tell him, your hands locked around his neck, his arms around you waist as he held you close. He chucked at the last part of your sentence.

“Well, I’m happy to say that this night isn’t over just yet, my love.” Zayn smiled down at you. You slipped out of each other's grasp as Niall came up and discreetly gave something to Zayn, so fast you didn’t see what it was. Niall places he friendly kiss to your cheek, a blush coming to your cheeks. You turn around towards the boys as Niall reunited with them.

You give your best friends a confused look and they all just smile at you and gesture for you to turn around. You do as commanded and what you saw made you breathless, throwing your hands over your mouth to stifle your oncoming cries. Zayn was knelt down on one knee, a beautiful ring held out in front of him towards you. The tears now started streaming down your cheeks.

“Zayn,” Is all you could say as Zayn began to speak.

“(Your Full Name), I love you so much, and I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you almost 2 years ago. I know you like the back of my hand, and I know you know me better than I know myself. I can’t think of anyone better to live my life with. And I know if you ever left me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, because Y/N, I can’t live without you. You make me so happy and I know I want to live the rest of my life with you. There are so many things I love about you that I just can’t live without. Your laugh brightens my day even on the worst of days. You smile make me so happy, I could look at it all day. Your eyes, I can’t tell you how much I love your eyes. Your eyes bring me to your very soul and they tell your whole story just by looking into them. I could go on and on about how much I love you, but I have my entire life to do that, to make sure you know how much I love you and to make sure your know how beautiful you are, inside and out. I want to spend my entire life with you, have kids with you, take care of you when you’re sick, and give you an extraordinary life. So, (Your Full Name), my love, my one and only, will you let me love you for the rest of our lives, let me hold you in my arms forever? Will you marry me?” Zayn says, and you were almost to the point of bawling at this point. And, of course, you would refuse to say no.

You start nodding, slowly as it gradually sped up. “Yes. Yes, Zayn, of course I’ll marry you!” You screamed that last part.

Zayn stands with a huge smile on both your faces as he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, but passionate kiss, the best you’ve ever had in your entire life. Zayn leans you back in his arms as if it was the last move in a dance number, his lips on yours, as you are held in his embrace.

Zayn lifts you up, releasing your lips as he holds you close. He takes the ring and places it on your ring finger. He looks up into your eyes, his sweet, sincere smile giving you butterflies in your stomach, the feeling that you’ve felt everyday since you’ve met him. He brings you into a tight, sweet hug as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, him nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Zayn whispers. You couldn't hold back that smile.

“I love you, Zayn, forever. Thank you so much, for tonight and the life you will give me.” You tell him as you back away slightly, your hands on the back of his head as you smooth your fingers through his hair. He stares into your eyes adoringly.

Suddenly, you both hear sniffles from behind you. You both laugh as you turn around in Zayn’s embrace, him looking up over you at the boys staring at you two with smiles on their faces. Louis and Harry were on the verge of tears, Niall was already in tears and Liam was just being his strong normal self as he stared at you two sweetly, his arms crossed over his chest.

You give them all hugs, thanking them for everything they did to help Zayn for that night. You ran back into Zayn’s arms as he swung you around, placing another kiss to your lips. During the kiss, he picks you up bridal style like you’ve seen in the movies as you giggle into the kiss. Zayn brings you home, the generous boys that they are, taking care of everything at your spot on the beach.

The good day you were having turned into the best night of your life, well so far. And you knew you’d have many amazing moments with your new fiancé and soon to be Husband Zayn.

#zayn malik #zayn x reader #zayn malik imagines #one direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #fluff

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heaven-in-a-wild-flower · 3 years ago

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Congrats bestie!

💚 for academic rivals to lovers

Thank you! <3 <3 <3

Okay, I'll name the characters Y and W and use they/them pronouns for both because it's gender neutral (feel free to replace them with any other names/pronouns in your head as you read). Enjoy!

I can't believe this is happening. It feels like every hope I've ever had has been trampled and crushed to a pulp. Every bit of sun in the sky is shrouded by dark, dark clouds. Every cell in my body-

"Oy! Stop that!" V says, smacking me on the arm.

"Hey! What was that for?" I say, rubbing my arm, he (V) works out way too much.

"I know you're dramatising everything in your head. It's not that big a deal, W just got half a mark more than you," he says narrowing his eyes at me, already knowing how I'll react.

"It's not just half a mark. It's half a mark! And it's more! It doesn't matter by how much!" I'm indignant, V just doesn't get it. He isn't that focused on academics and he doesn't have an academic nemesis like I do!

He just sighs. I know he's annoyed, this is our daily, sometimes even hourly ritual.

"And you want to know what the worst part is?!"

"I don't, but I'm sure you'll tell me."

I ignore that and continue, "They got that extra half mark by arguing with the teacher, and when I tried to do the same, the teacher told me that she can't just give extra marks to everyone! How is that fair?!" I'm a little out of breath, and I know my eyes are wide and my cheeks are flushed.

"Okay, come on, I can barely deal with this on a full stomach, so I certainly can't with it on an empty one. Let's go for lunch," he says wrapping one hand around my wrist so we don't get lost in the crowd and tugging me to lunch.

***

We have physics next and they're in it. They who must not be named, oh screw that, it's W. We've been arch-nemeses from 1st grade. It all began when they finished a colouring activity before me, turned to me and stuck their tongue out at me. Oh, to lose would have been one thing but the humiliation of being made fun of for it, and to add insult to injury the teacher displayed their colouring sheet on the wall and not mine. Granted theirs was way neater, but it's the principle of the matter.

They take a seat right at the front as usual. And I take mine adjacent to them but far enough that they can't sabotage me. As the teacher drones on and writes derivations on the board, my mind drifts and lands on W, as usual. Soon my eyes have followed.

How can they just sit there with their perfect braids and soulful deep brown eyes- it's just infuriating! I memorise all their features as if there'll be a test on it soon (it'll probably be useful in some way). Brown skin, lightened acne marks, heart shaped scar near their forehead, sharp eyebrows, big nose, wide mouth for evil smiles (Y, their smiles are not evil, the V in my head says). Even this is unfair, they're just sit there paying attention to class and they look so- ugh!

I quickly switch my attention back to the teacher. For all I know this could be a scheme to distract me. The rational part of me says that this is how they look everyday, but the rest of me insists that they probably just look this striking to distract me.

I feel their eyes on me so I quickly turn to look at them. They stare deeply into my eyes (I'm drowning in them, this is definitely a distraction tactic). Then they offer me a smile, a small goading smile and look back at the teacher. I'd almost say they were blushing because their neck looks red, but I know they're not. They're just pleased that they distracted me even more. Gah, pay attention!

***

It's Chemistry class now and we're paired together, as always. I have to sit next to them to make sure they don't cheat or anything. So, of course, we get paired together (this job fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction).

They smile at me. "Hey." I know this sounds innocent to you, but this is their plan. They've been trying it on me all year long. They're trying to get me to trust them and then bam, they'll stab me in the back. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that.

"Hey," I respond, neutrally. It's better for me not to reveal that I've realised their scheme. It'll give me the upper hand eventually.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do in this experiment?" they ask. Ha! They thought they could stump me with that? Just by pretending to look confused and question whether I know the experiment? Well, I studied it thoroughly yesterday and I know not to fall for their tricks, so I explain it to them. They nod and smile again (when will they stop with this act? But I guess it's better that they don't know I know and keep doing it. Yeah it's better they continue all that smiling and twirling their hair).

We complete the experiment easily. See, this is another reason I have to be paired with them. If not, they might try to sabotage me. But now, they won't because it'll affect their own grade in the process.

***

I have a break period, so I go to the library and sit in one of my favourite nooks with a book. Suddenly there's a shadow above me.

"Hmm?" I look up.

"May I sit with you?" It's W. Their navy blazer and slacks look perfectly pressed and smooth.

"Okay." I guess this'll be good. I can figure out what they're studying from and if they do any extra reading.

We read in silence for a while. From time to time I check that they're not too ahead of me and I feel them checking out the same thing for me.

Then we both turn to look at the other at the same time. I freeze for a moment, caught in that deep brown gaze. Their lips look glossy (that's irrelevant). They lean forward and quickly smack a kiss onto my cheek.

I'm so dazed that they get the time to quickly gather their bag and run off.

"Hey! Wait!" I run after them, once I've regained my senses. I want them to...explain what that was, no I just...I want....more. More of...that. I blush bright red and run faster.

#thank you for the ask #hope you enjoyed #I haven't ever written this trope so I hope I did it justice #academic rivals to lovers #academic rivals

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pinkykitten · 4 years ago

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truth or dare

- @someoneovertherainboww heey i dont know if u tak requests but i loved ur writing and i was wondering if u could make prompts 20 and/or 25 for zuko pls prompt(s): “i’m not playing truth or dare.” “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

pairing: zuko x female! reader words: 2,210 genre: modern au, high school au, cafe au, fluff, comedy, requested

a/n: tysm!!! yes requests are opened atm! omg while writing this i thought of that thing that dante said at like a con or something where he was ordering at starbucks and the lady was like omg ur zuko!!!😂 art in title isnt mine! hope yall enjoy this ball of cheesiness that cures my acne and enjoy the love that i have for zuko to make me become a disaster for him （＾コ＾）V

Your back ached from the way you hovered over your laptop and sat at your desk. Your mind was focused on learning and getting good grades it didn’t mind the pain. Your eyes burned from the strenuous gaze at your blue screen. Your hands felt as if you churned butter and not to mention the mean girls were extra rude today at school. High school was tough and you needed the rest of the day to be filled with relaxation and peace before you hit the books tomorrow.

“Where are you going?” Your best friend Sokka asked through the phone.

You hopped off the bus with all your items almost spilling out of your bag. “I’m going to Fire Tea Shop. I read the reviews online and people say its pretty good.”

“No, c’mon Y/N you had your chance. You mean its pretty lit!!!!” Sokka sounded too much like a kid that had eaten edibles.

“I’m hanging up,” you said deadpanned. “I don’t even know how I’ve kept up this friendship this long. I’m so proud of myself.”

“Its because you love me.” Sokka sang.

“It might be because I think you need my help. If I wasn’t with you and had your back like where do you think you would be? Probably eating crap off a cave right now and starving.” You walked up and inside the cafe was so cozy. It had an earthy yet red contrast feel to the place. It sure matched with the name Fire. It had some vintage Chinese architect to it. It was stunning and really caught your eye. And it was peaceful. “Do you want anything babes?” You asked as you looked at the menu. “They have cactus juice.”

“No!” Sokka shouted on the phone. “I tried that, I couldn’t get out of the bathroom the whole day! Plus I thought I saw like mushrooms of some sort.”

You snickered, “baby, I think you’ve been eating too many mushrooms!”

“I’m good. You enjoy it there.”

You said your goodbyes and hanged up the phone. As you did an old man came up with a long beard to say his welcoming.

“Hello there, young lady. Might I interest you in trying our newest tea? White Jade tea. It’s very delicious.” He smiled wide.

You read his name tag. He was such an adorable old man. “Hmmm, Iroh? Actually since this is my first time I want to try your most popular tea. How about-”

“So White Jade?” Iroh was about to punch in your order when you heard a shriek and what seemed to be a pot dropping on the floor. “One moment please. That is probably my angsty, incapable nephew that made a mess. Please look to see what you would like.” Iroh made a hasty get away.

Out came a teen your age as he rubbed the back of his head. He was so handsome looking. His hair was disheveled and he wore a red apron. His attitude really attracted you. “Good thing I made a distraction, that White Jade tea is not a hit. I’m not that good at making tea also. That’s more my uncle’s job.” His voice was low and had an edge to it. It was so handsome.

“Oh he’s your uncle. That’s sweet!” You grabbed your wallet out. “I would like a Jasmine tea please.”

“Good choice. My uncle loves that tea. That will be $4.25.”

You grabbed your money and went to give it to him when you saw the huge scar. It was red and didn’t scare you but you couldn’t look away. The thoughts that went through your mind was how in deep pain this person must of been in to endure and cope through that painful wound.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

You wanted to hit yourself. You were taught to have manners and here you were staring at this young man. He probably felt self conscious and insecure and you made him feel worse. “Oh my God I am so sorry. I wasn’t meaning it like that. I’m just sorry that you had to go through that.” You read his name tag. “Zuko. Its a beautiful name.”

Zuko’s nose flared up, “yeah, thanks.” He grabbed forcefully at the money and you sat and awaited your order.

You dug your head in your arms. ‘Why are you like this Y/N? Why did you stare?’

“Here is your tea miss,” Iroh instead brought the tea out. “My nephew felt he didn’t want to scare you away.”

You bit your lip, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable. It was so insensitive for me to do that. Please can we start over.” You felt so bad and guilty.

Iroh thought about it then pointed to the tea. “I make the tea myself. Taste it and I’ll think about your offer.”

You sipped the warm tea and no lie it was amazing. He definitely knew what he was doing. You weren’t thinking it was fantastic because you wanted to make amends with these folks but it was actually the truth.

“Honestly?”

Iroh nodded.

“This is really good and totally what I needed today. Thank you for this and please take this tip.” You gave Iroh the money. “Its a way to say I’m sorry.”

Iroh saw the money and smiled wide, “I can think we can find it in our hearts to forgive you.”

You finished your tea and went to the order counter and rang the bell. Zuko came out thinking you left.

“Yes?”

“I was thinking. Do you maybe want to go to the park tomorrow and catch some lunch? Its A way for me to apologize for my behavior today.”

Zuko looked around sheepishly, “I don’t know.”

“Please,” you pouted your lips.

Zuko agreed and the date was set.

After school the next day you went straight to the cafe.

You were going to be honest in saying Zuko was really cute. You were nervous and thinking about him the whole day non stop. You even dressed up for the occasion which rarely happens! Even Sokka knew and wouldn’t stop teasing you the whole day. He should of been your hype man but he made you feel like a little girl with a crush!

“You ready Zuko?”

“Yeah just give me a sec.” Zuko went in the back and came back with a changed look. He wore instead a red bomber jacket. Could he be anymore boyfriend material?

“Love the jacket.” You poked him on his side and he blushed awkwardly.

The way to the park was more silent and you were considering if this was a bad idea.

“So do you go to school or are you home schooled?’ You tried to break the ice.

“Actually, I go to the school not to far from here.” Zuko pointed in the direction your school was at.

“Wait! I think we go to the same school! Yeah, I’ve seen you before!”

“I’m not that hard to miss.” Zuko, in a way, brought up his scar.

“No I would remember you from being so handsome.” You smirked. Zuko almost choked. “That school sucks though. Its the same everyday. Work my butt off and then get kicked around like dirt by the schools mean girls. I feel like my life is a movie sometimes.”

“Yeah I get made fun of too.”

“I’m sorry.” You touched his arm.

“My dad did this to me,” he pointed to his scar. “Didn’t like me as a son and loved my sister more, I guess.”

“It’s a touchy subject. I didn’t realize it, I’m sorry.”

Zuko chuckled which was something new to you and almost shocking, “you can stop saying sorry. I already forgive you. Its not a big deal. I like you though, I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

“And those people that make fun of you, they're crazy. They're probably jealous of you because you're so beautiful.”

You almost died right there! You were like already ready to get married to this man it felt like. Would it be wrong to ask if he was single? You prayed and hoped he was.

You two sat at the bench. It was such a peaceful, sunny day. You crossed your legs and faced him. “So Zuko, lets play truth or dare!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“Alright I choose dare to get it started.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. He knew you weren’t going to do this. “I dare you to ask that old lady over there if she knows any place that sells laxatives.” You shot up and Zuko immediately regretted it. “Y/N I was just kidding. Let me do another one.”

“A dares a dare my man.” You fist bumped your chest like the warrior you were. You went up to the old lady like a lost kid.

Zuko couldn’t help but laugh hard and try to shy away from the world.

You ran back and fist bumped the air with a skip. “In your face fire prince!” You nicknamed him. “She said around the block they got a drug store. Boom! Now your turn.”

“Okay, truth.”

“Boriiiiiiiing! Oh my God! Fine! What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

He groaned, “really? We’re going there? I said a joke, okay, that my uncle said and it came out terrible the punchline left the building and nobody laughed. It was [pretty brutal.”

“I would of loved to see that,” you said in awe. “That’s full on cringe right there sweetie.”

“Okay, you now.”

“Truth.”

“Sissy much?” Zuko raised his brow.

“Hypocrite! I’m just following your footsteps.”

“Okay, feisty. Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Totally!” You struggled on that one. It was such LIES!

“You stumbled on that one. I can tell you’re lying.”

“Yes, fine I am. I’ve never kissed anybody in my life okay. Only my pillow. I’ve practiced on that and lets just say its been through a lot.”

“Wow,” Zuko tried to stifle his chuckles, “you’re unbelievable.”

“And what about you? Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“Truth or dare?” You were starting to see a different side of Zuko that you really liked. He was fun and made you smile.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever kissed your girlfriend?” You wanted to see if he was single.

“I’ve kissed before but I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You legit wanted to party and cry because this could actually happen. “Who’d you kiss?”

“A customer.”

“Oooh, you have to spill the tea on that later. I choose dare!”

“I dare you to try your first kiss with me.” Zuko raised his brow.

Oh my Lord was he serious? You were sweating profusely and at an alarming rate. “Are you for real?”

Zuko nodded his head, “it is a dare. And you wanted to start this. I told you not to.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone! How do I do it?”

“Just look at me and try it out and I’ll critique it.”

“I’m kinda hating you right now.” You glared at Zuko. “Only 3 seconds okay.”

Zuko surrendered to that and you closened up on him. He smelled of tea leaves that were light and airy and a burning flame of musk. He was really growing on you. You came closer and closer until your lips met. You wanted to keep still but Zuko moved his lips so you followed. You felt the whole shebang. Fireworks, butterflies, everything. You clutched onto his bomber jacket. They seemed so strong and vigorous the kisses but they were tiny pecks to start you off. Your lips moved in sync with his because you got the memo and started getting used to it. You looked down at your watch as saw that it passed the three seconds. Separating from him you wiped your lips, breathless for a puny kiss. It seemed like such a milestone for you and something so big but in reality some kids kiss their posters longer than what you did.

“How was that?” Zuko looked away blushing.

“Very invigorating and exciting.” You were speechless. You were such a daredevil is what you thought to kiss this complete handsome stranger. It was like a dream though. You stood on the bench and screamed out the park, “I just had my first kiss everyone!!!”

Zuko pulled you down, “oh my God it wasn’t that amazing. Chill out. I choose truth.”

You evilly smiled, “do you think I’m attractive?”

Zuko’s blush was even redder this time. “Yeah, you’re cute. My type.”

You wiggled your brows, “you’re type? You think I’m cute? He’s think I’m cute! I have finally a guy! Who thinks I’m cute! I have a chance! At not being alone! And being a crazy cat lady!” You sang as you shook your body. “Okay last one, I choose dare again. Yolo. Living on the edge.”

“I dare you to go on another date with me,” Zuko asked as he played with his fingers.

It was silent and you were surprised on one factor. ‘This was a date?’ You grabbed his hands and smiled at him, “I’d love to go on another date with you! And you said you didn’t want to play truth or dare.”

a/n: IROH IS SUCH A MOOD OMG 😂 and zuko is so sly and cheesy sdkgjfdskgfkgjfdgk omg. i loved this wayyyyy to much as u can tell and like made this like a chapter book bc im extra like that! would u kiss a stranger if he was zuko? i prob would bc im a thirsty nerd fam 🥵

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fallinnflower · 4 years ago

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perfect

s.coups x reader (fluff, part of the intimacy anthology project)

a/n: this fic is technically gender neutral but ends up leaning more towards being a fem!reader, mostly because it’s based loosely on my insecurities, just so y’all know!

warning: mentions of scars, anxiety, and implied mature content

For your entire life, you'd struggled with the idea of how people saw you.

When you were younger, people used to say you were pretty — but those same people criticized your every flaw. Once you became a teenager, especially, and acne became the new normal for your skin, even your parents didn't hesitate to point out the problems with you. It didn't take long for those problems to become all you could see, both when you looked in the mirror or just when you happened to let skin show.

Wearing makeup became necessary. But then blemishes began appearing on your back, and arms, and legs — and when they disappeared they left scars behind which were just as embarrassing, if not more so.

Simultaneously you were asked why you didn't think you were beautiful, and why your skin was so bad. Soon, baring your skin in even the most minimal ways felt like a struggle.

The thing is, you'd been seeing yourself imperfectly and scarred for so long that you had no perception of what other people may have seen in you. Did they look at you and only see flaws?

And, as most personal, introspective issues go, it affected your love life.

Being intimate was hard when you didn't want anyone to see you. When you had scars someone might feel when their hands were on your skin.

You'd had significant others in the past, some of which had pointed out your flaws to you, and very few of which you had managed to express your insecurities to. It always felt simultaneously too heavy and too petty to bring up to your partners, so you'd simply turn off the lights and opt to ignore your problems for as long as possible.

But nothing could stay hidden forever.

You'd been dating Seungcheol for well over two months when he finally expressed his desire to have you stay the night. Your journey from strangers to significant others had been something of a whirlwind, but the two of you had opted to take things slow once labels were involved.

He was a perfect boyfriend, a wholesome mix of responsible gentleman and soft baby that fit inexplicably well into your life. Any time you have him was enough, and any hesitation you showed was a boundary he respected.

For the past week, he'd been dropping hints that he wanted you to spend the night at his place after your typically Friday evening dates, and each time he did you found yourself freezing up. Seungcheol has never even seen you without makeup on, and while the thought of spending an evening with him was heavenly, the thought of him waking up beside an imperfect version of yourself was terrifying.

To you, Seungcheol seemed perfect. With his pretty doe eyes and his sweet smile and plump lips, it was almost hard to believe a person like him existed in the real world.

It made it all the more difficult for you to willingly bare yourself to him, in even the most minor ways. So for a solid week you dodged every hint he tried to drop as if they were bombs, desperate to hold onto this perfect facade for just a little bit longer, like clinging desperately to the last moments of a sweet dream in the morning light.

But Friday dawned nonetheless, and all through work all you could think about was how Seungcheol — sweet, handsome, considerate, perfect Seungcheol — would be waiting for you when you clocked out to take you to dinner. The mix of excitement and nervousness left you feeling giddy all day long, constantly getting up for more water or just to stretch your legs, unable to focus. How could you, when you hadn't seen him for a week?

How could you, when you were constantly trying to avoid the elephant that seemed to follow you into every room you entered?

Ten minutes before 5pm, you shed your blazer and went into the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup. You'd worn a simple black dress to work and shoved some more playful looking accessories into your bag that morning to spice up the look. Over the course of your career you'd learned how to go from corporate daytime to date night look with minimal changes quite expertly.

As you were fixing the clasp of your necklace, your phone buzzed on the countertop.

< waiting downstairs. no rush ☺️

You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you read Seungcheol's message. Even though he said not to rush, you still found yourself fixing the last strands of your hair that had slipped out of place and gathering your belongings from your desk at record speed.

"Have fun!" Your desk neighbor, Wendy, called after you. You tossed her a smile over your shoulder as you stepped into the elevator. On the short ride down, you couldn't help but bounce slightly, trying to expel some more of your nervous energy so you didn't just go sprinting straight into your boyfriend's arms.

It didn't work. The moment you caught sight of Seungcheol in the lobby, you couldn't seem to keep yourself walking at a normal pace — especially not when he caught sight of you and sent you that gummy smile of his, opening his arms in welcome.

His embrace was warm, and he pressed a welcoming kiss to the crown of your head before nuzzling his cheek against your hair.

"Hey," he murmured, and you giggled softly as you pulled back.

"Hey," you replied, eyes meeting his. He leaned down to press a quick, chaste kiss to your lips, but even that left you a blushing mess considering you were still in your office building.

"Cheol," you whined, but your boyfriend only chuckled and gently took your bag and blazer from you, offering his other hand for you to hold. You took it, although you continued to pout as he lead you out the door.

Once you'd both settled into the car, your extra things relegated to the backseat, you finally turned a curious gaze to him.

"So, what have you got planned?" The corners of Seungcheol's mouth immediately began to curl up into a grin, but he only glanced coolly at you before pulling away from the curb.

"It's a surprise."

"Still?" you asked, turning your body in your seat to face him. "We'll be there soon — why can't you just tell me?"

If anyone had told you even a few months ago that you'd be acting cutesy for your boyfriend, you'd probably have punched them. You'd never been the type to do aegyo unbidden, and yet your boyfriend seemed to bring it out in you without even trying. Usually he couldn't say no to your cuteness and vice versa, but this time he merely chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh just above your knee, giving it a squeeze.

"Patience, babe. Good things come to those who wait, you know," he teased, and you frowned.

"But I've been waiting all week."

"And in a few more minutes all that waiting will be worth it." As he rolled to a stop at a red light, he turned his gaze on you, hand still lingering on your leg. When his dark, intense gaze met yours, your throat seemed to go dry, the places where his skin met yours suddenly feeling fiery hot.

"You trust me, don't you?" You let out a defeated sigh and nodded. Seungcheol laughed again, eyes curving up into happy crescents as he gave your thigh another squeeze.

"Good girl," he said, softly, and although you rolled your eyes you found yourself acutely aware of the way his fingers gently brushed against your inner thigh before he removed his hand.

His actions quieted you down until you reached your destination. Your thoughts (and gaze) continued to drift back to him and his hands, swallowing hard. Since you and Seungcheol were taking things slow, you hadn't really been intimate — you'd had some heated make out sessions, but nothing below the belt so to speak — but that didn't mean you didn't want to be. If anything, it was actually starting to make you want it more.

Which was probably why you were so adamantly dodging any conversations about staying the night. If Seungcheol outright asked, you knew you'd probably say yes — and you didn't feel ready for the disappointment and shame you'd feel when he saw the real you. All your flaws and ugly parts that couldn't be hidden… How could any person as beautiful as him possibly see you as anything but the complete opposite?

Your downtrodden train of thought was interrupted by Seungcheol putting the car in park. When you looked out the window, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Recognize it?” Seungcheol asked playfully. You could tell without even looking at him that he was excited about this particular plan. And you knew why, barely able to tear your eyes away from the location long enough to thank him for holding the car door open for you.

“Of course,” you replied, taking hold of the hand he offered you. “This is where we had our first date.” You leaned into Seungcheol’s side. Your first date had consisted mostly of a long walk and dinner, which hadn’t really been planned. The two of you had simply spent so much of the day together that you found yourselves in need of a meal, and had ducked into the restaurant on a whim.

It had been nearing the end of winter then, but still cold — too cold for the outdoor seating to be open, which was unfortunate because all the online reviews you had seen raved about it. That space was at the back of the building, a rooftop terrace with a supposedly perfect view of the city. Looking at the space now, you could see the faint glow of strung-up lights down at the end of the alley between it and the neighboring building.

“Want to guess what the surprise is?” he asked, voice low and soft, like it was a secret for your ears only.

“Hm,” you hummed, tapping a finger against your chin, looking up at him as he grinned expectantly down at you. “We’re going to eat on the terrace?” His smile widened, his eyes nearly closing from its broadness.

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant opened, and one of the hosts peered curiously at the two of you. His face lit up when he noticed Seungcheol, and he quickly opened the door the rest of the way, beckoning you in,

“Mr. Choi, welcome. Right this way!” The two of you followed after him, giddy with excitement. He led you both to the back of the restaurant and up a staircase, away from the noise and crowd of the main dining room.

On the table with the best view of the city there was already a bottle of the same wine the two of you had had on your first date, and Seungcheol darted past the host to pull your chair out for you — just like he had done that night. You couldn’t help but giggle as the host took a polite step back, telling you your waiter would be with you shortly before disappearing.

As you looked around the terrace, with its twinkling golden lights and stunning view, you couldn’t help but notice that it was otherwise empty despite it being prime time, with the sunset only minutes away and the weather perfectly comfortable. You kept your gaze on the city as Seungcheol took his seat.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you said. “I’m surprised it isn’t more busy.” When you looked back at your boyfriend he seemed to be blushing slightly, and he ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“About that,” he said, looking up at you through his lashes. “I managed to get the whole patio reserved, just for us.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. Seungcheol let out a sheepish chuckle, and you reached across the table to take one of his hands in your own; he met you halfway, his nervousness melting away before your eyes.

“Do you like it?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Like it? Cheol, I love it. It’s amazing.” All the tension left his shoulders as he sighed, smiling across the table at you in relief. His dark eyes reflected the fairy lights strung up around you, making them look like shards of the night sky as he gazed at you.

“It’s what you deserve,” he said. His tender expression warmed your heart, but before you could think of anything to say to express how you felt, the waiter suddenly appeared on the terrace with menus in hand.

“I was going to order ahead and fully recreate the first date,” Seungcheol whispered, leaning across the table as the waiter set the menus down. “But I remembered you said a lot of the things on the menu looked good, so I thought we could try something new.” You let go of his hand to take hold of your menu, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I definitely tried,” he chuckled. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you looked over your options, occasionally mentioning what sounded good to you until you both finally settled on your meals. You made sure to get different things so you could each sample each other’s meal — something which had become a regular part of your relationship.

As soon as the waiter had finished taking your orders and gone back downstairs, Seungcheol propped his chin in his hands and flashed you a cheeky smile.

“So,” he said. “What do you do for a living, Y/N?” You nearly choked on your water trying not to laugh at him, which quickly caused his innocent act to crumble.

“You already knew that on our first date,” you retorted, glaring playfully at him. He let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in his seat. You let your gaze trail down the column of his throat as he threw his head back in mock exasperation.

“I know. Do you have any idea how hard it was to think of what to say to you? I was so nervous.”

“You? Nervous?” you teased, taking a sip of your wine. Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single time Seungcheol seemed to be at a loss for words with you — even when he was nervous, he could think of something to say. However, now he met your playful look with a serious one, though he was still smiling.

“Well, yeah,” he said, his dark gaze seeming to pin you in place as you set your wine glass down; you couldn’t even think of looking away. “Why wouldn’t I be nervous going on a date with someone as beautiful as you?”

You smiled, feeling genuinely touched by his words — though it didn’t take long for your anxieties to flare back up with the direction the conversation was going. Hurriedly, you took another gulp of wine, hoping he didn’t notice the sudden, slight tremor in your hands.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you said. Then, after managing to soften your expression and calm yourself down a bit. “But good food always will.” Seungcheol laughed and lifted his glass to clink against yours. However, as he lowered his glass down to his lips, he hesitated. You raised a questioning brow, hesitating as well.

“What are we toasting to?” Seungcheol asked, wine glass still poised near his lips.

“I don’t know,” you replied, scrunching up your nose. “To us?”

You had half-expected Seungcheol to laugh your suggestion off, but instead his gummy smile reappeared, eyes practically glittering as they met yours across the table. He lifted the wine glass again slightly.

“To us,” he repeated, voice low and soft as velvet. You felt your cheeks warm as you both took a sip of your wine, and wondered if the alcohol was already hitting you or if Seungcheol had just managed to start affecting you that much.

Remembering what had occurred in the car, you felt your face grow hotter and took another sip of the wine, not quite ready to admit the truth of the situation even to yourself.

The rest of your dinner went off without a hitch. Seungcheol had managed to rope the waiter into taking a few photos of the two of you with the setting sun as your backdrop. Even though you had felt a bit embarrassed on the waiter’s behalf, you had to admit that the photos turned out beautifully — and it was just nice to have them. Most of your photos with Seungcheol were selfies.

Both of you left the restaurant in high spirits, filled with wine and good food. You had loosened up considerably after your silly toasting situation, and by the time the two of you had descended the stairs to get back in the car your cheeks hurt from smiling so much; your boyfriend seemed to be in a similar predicament, reaching for your hand and kissing the back of it. The two of you stepped onto the sidewalk laughing over something that had been said over the course of the evening.

However, the moment Seungcheol sat down in the driver's seat, he seemed to become tense. And in response, you found yourself tensing up, too. He buckled himself in and placed his hands on the wheel, but didn't move to shift the car out of park, merely sitting for a moment. You watched as he lightly drummed his fingers against the top of the wheel, only pulling your eyes away when he drew his hands back.

"Okay," he started, letting out a long breath. He unbuckled again and turned his body towards you. "I was kind of hinting at this all week and I don't know if you didn't notice, but, I really want you to spend the night. And if you don't want to, I'll drive you home right now, but— but I have an extra toothbrush because I bought a two-pack and you can borrow my clothes if you want, and my friend taught me this great pancake recipe—" Suddenly, he stopped himself short, sucking in a breath through his teeth. You felt as though the whole world outside the car had stopped, watching as your boyfriend's eyes darted down to his fidgeting hands.

"I just think we should talk about it. And I wanted to do that in person."

Your throat went dry again, but this time it felt more like choking. Just looking at Seungcheol you could see how genuine he was; how nervous, how hopeful, how loving, and while you knew it should have eased your mind your heart squeezed at the thought that you could lose all of that. Even though deep down you knew Seungcheol wouldn't be shallow enough to break up with you because of scars, you just wanted to seem perfect to him for a little longer... there was no harm in that, right?

And yet, looking at his uncertainty, you realized your dancing around the issue had hurt him. Or, at least, made him less confident.

You licked your lips and took a shaky breath, but you could only find the courage to start speaking when you weren't looking directly at him.

"Seungcheol," you started, and his gaze snapped up, searching your face. "I— I want to. Trust me, I do, I just… I'm scared." When you managed to glance up at him, you noticed that he looked both crestfallen and concerned. He inched towards you, gently taking your hands in his, offering you every possible out if you wanted it.

"What are you scared of, baby?" You realized as he said it, as you looked into his big, soulful eyes, that he thought you meant you were scared of him. Immediately you felt your stomach plummet, and you squeezed his hands in yours, swallowing hard.

"It's just— you haven't seen me without makeup or anything yet, and my skin," you cleared your throat, trying desperately to fight the way it was wavering, but you found it cracking and shrinking nonetheless. "It's not pretty. I don’t… I don’t like how I look, I don’t feel confident. So I’m scared you won’t want me anymore once you see what I really look like, a-and—” You paused, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to make your voice stop shaking, but it proved useless once you tried to continue,

“Things have been going so well and I don’t want to ruin anything between us… because I’m really falling for you, and it’s just… it’s just hard…”

The more you spoke, the closer you felt you were to crying, and so you closed your mouth tightly in fear of letting loose a sob instead of words. You'd had such a nice dinner, and all you could think was that you were ruining a perfectly romantic gesture with your tears. Suddenly, it felt as though your mind was running a mile a minute, straight into a scenario where Seungcheol left you and all your insecurities behind for someone with less baggage and more suited for him—

"Hey," he said, softly, halting your inner turmoil. "I'm scared, too." At that, you couldn't help but balk.

"What?" You blurted. Then, with more clarity, "I mean, why? You... there's no reason for you to be scared, honestly." Your thumbs ran gently along his knuckles and you followed the movement with your eyes, feeling sullen and guilty and a whole cocktail of emotions you desperately wished to expel. You let out a watery, humorless laugh,

"All my life," he started, voice soft. "I've compared myself to other people. I've always been, I don't know, soft-looking?” His lips pressed into a thin smile, but the corners of his mouth seemed unable to stay up for long. He cleared his throat, and you wondered if he was feeling as choked up as you were, voicing his insecurities,

“I tried so many diets and workout routines, and for a long time I was really pushing myself too hard. I'm still not always happy with how I look, but I'm healthy and I know that's what matters most."

Seungcheol gently squeezed your hands, and so you looked up at him, surprised to find his eyes shiny with unshed tears.

"I'm not the most fit person. I'm worried you won't like what you see, that you'll want someone more manly, but—" One of the tears finally fell, and you found yourself removing your hands from his grasp to take his face in them instead, gently wiping under his eyes. He closed them, letting out a shaky breath.

"I want you to know all of me. I want you to have all of me."

"Cheol." His name left you practically on a whimper, and suddenly you realized you were crying again. You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips, which he quickly reciprocated. Before you could get distracted you pulled back, resting your forehead against his,

"Abs or no abs — nothing's going to change how I feel about you."

"That's how I feel about you," he replied, hands coming to rest on your waist. You found yourself letting out a watery chuckle, and Seungcheol was quick to respond.

"What?"

"We're silly, aren't we?" Seungcheol hummed at your statement, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips.

"No," he said. "Your feelings, whatever they are, are important. Let's just be honest with each other from now on, even if we think it's silly." You nodded.

“And,” he continued. “Let’s try harder to see ourselves the way we see each other, okay?” He reached up for a moment, smoothing some of your hair behind your ear. His smile was so fond, his eyes so tender, and you found yourself practically melting into the leather seat.

“Deal,” you said, and Cheol grinned with his now-sparkling eyes.

“Good. Because I think you’re perfect.” You felt yourself blushing as he leaned in to kiss you, but with renewed confidence you chased after his lips as he pulled away, successfully stealing another. And another as you let your hands move behind his neck, threading your fingers through the hair at his nape. Seungcheol grippes at your hips more tightly, sighing into your mouth. You whined slightly as he pulled back, but Seungcheol was quick to distract you.

"So," he said, a smirk playing at his lips. "Now what do you think of spending a night with me?" A giggle escaped your lips.

"I'd love to," you said. However, as he leaned in for another kiss, you playfully pushed him away. "But only if you promise to make those pancakes in the morning." Seungcheol rolled his eyes but couldn't keep himself from grinning as he drew his hands away from you to buckle himself back in,

"Your wish is my command."

With that, you sat back in your seat, buckling yourself in and grinning across the console at him.

Seungcheol kept his hand on your knee the whole drive home, only removing it to make the necessary turns to get to his place. You had a feeling he knew what he was doing, and by the time he pulled into the parking lot of his complex your nervousness had been replaced with a desire to be near him. You laced your fingers through his as you followed him up the flight of stairs to his floor, both of you grinning and giggling like teenagers.

By the time you made it up to his apartment you could barely keep your hands off each other long enough for Seungcheol to put your blazer and purse down. You looped your arms around his neck and brought his face down to yours, kissing him hotly, wanting to know that he desired you just as much as you did him.

And if you had any doubts about it then, they were dispelled by the following morning when you found yourself in his kitchen, his hoodie barely managing to hide the marks along your collarbone. You could smell the pancakes even from back in his bedroom, but now your senses were overloaded with their sweetness combined with Seungcheol’s familiar musky scent.

“Morning,” you greeted, shuffling into the kitchen. He cast a glance at you from his place before the stove, smiling immediately at the sight of you.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You let out an amused snort, though you were glad he couldn’t see your blush as you admired him from across the kitchen. Seungcheol might not have been confident with his body all the time, but obviously your admiration of his physique the night before hadn’t gone unnoticed as he stood shirtless making breakfast. A part of you worried for a moment about him being so near a stove without anything to cover his chest, but you assuaged those fears by looping your arms around his waist, providing the cover yourself.

“How are you feeling?” Cheol asked, using his free hand to lift one of yours to his lips. He pressed kisses to each of your knuckles, and you giggled as you softly pressed one of your own to his shoulder before nuzzling your cheek between his shoulder blades. You could feel the gentle laughter rumble through his chest, his skin soft against your own. As he let go of your hand you tightened your hold around him slightly, sighing contentedly as you replied,

“Perfect.”

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twdormleaderswap · 5 years ago

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Hidden Beauty

Another day has come and gone. Riddle had Vil on video chat to help him work through the nightly routine of Pomefiore. No matter how many times Riddle goes through it with someone, he still can't memorize the order of application.

"Once you're done with the face mask, apply the moisturizing night cream, and that's the end."

"Got it. Thanks for the help again, Vil."

"It's my pleasure. I love helping others find their true beauty. So tell me, how are things at my dorm?"

"It's alright. No one breaks the rules, so I don't have to punish anyone, grades have improved significantly, and everyone does what they're supposed to."

"That's wonderful to hear. I expect nothing less from my tenants."

"How's Savanaclaw doing?" Riddle grins, knowing fully well that Vil hates it. But he thought Vil could vent a little.

"Oh, it's AWFUL! Howl keeps trying to get me to fight and 'prove my worth as dorm leader.' It's getting on my nerves. All this stress is going to give me wrinkles. It's bad enough trying to keep my skin moisturized in this atrocious environment." Vil sighs in frustration. "I still don't understand why I was placed in this disgusting dorm."

"Couldn't tell you."

"Well, I'll let you finish the routine. I need to sleep off this excess exhaustion."

"Alright. Until next time."

"Good night."

The video call comes to an end. Once the face mask was done, Riddle took it off and looked at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He laughed at himself. To think he'd be worrying about his looks to this extent. But surely there was a reason Vil was placed in Savanaclaw. There must be a reason why he's in Pomefiore, or it's all entirely randomized, and there is no reason. Riddle ignores the thought and applies the moisturizing night cream before going to sleep. The following morning, Riddle got up early and called Rook in to help him with the morning routine.

"Now, usually, this is where you would use a spot treatment. It's used to treat acne. It can dry out your skin, so you would only use it on areas with the most trouble. Fortunately for you, your skin is practically flawless already, so there is no need for you to use a spot treatment. Let's move on to the moisturizer."

"Very well." Riddle reaches over and grabs the small container with the day time moisturizer. "Thank you for the help again, Hunt. I appreciate it."

"Je vous en prie. You are very welcome. I am always happy to help." Rook smiles before returning to the routine. "Finally, apply some sunscreen for extra protection."

"Got it." Riddle follows Rook's instructions and applies the sunscreen.

"You know, you truly do possess a hidden beauty about you."

"Excuse me?" Riddle stops and looks at Rook in confusion.

"Before becoming our dorm leader, you already had a certain beauty about you. Your slender frame, smooth looking skin, silver eyes. The way you carried yourself had a regal elegance, which only added to your natural beauty." Rook smiles as he plays with some strands of Riddle's red hair. The dorm leader blushes and pulls his head away.

"A-Alright, that's enough. The sunscreen is the last step, right. You are no longer needed. You are dismissed." Riddle orders. Rook tips his hat to Riddle.

"Very well. Have a good day." Rook smiles and leaves the room. Riddle sighs and lays his head on the vanity.

"It's only morning, and I'm already exhausted."

After classes, Riddle returned to the dormitory immediately. Wanting some time alone, he goes to the garden. He sits down on a bench in exhaustion. He took the chance to enjoy the peace and quiet. He sighs when he hears footsteps approach.

"Riddle-senpai?" Someone addressed. Riddle looked up and recognized the student.

"Epel Felmier," The freshman that's famous for his natural beauty. "what is it?"

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to see if you were alright."

"I'm fine." There was silence between the two before Riddle spoke up. "What is beauty?"

"What?" Epel looked at him in confusion.

"Pomefiore is all about physical beauty, but there has to be more. Is there a reason I was placed in Pomefiore? I couldn't care less about my looks. I don't even care about MagiCam." Epel looks at him with sympathy and gestures to ask if he may sit by him. Riddle gestures back that he may. Epel sits down.

"My grandma always told met hat there is more to beauty than just your outer looks. There is beauty in your soul and strength."

"What does she mean by that?"

"'Inner strength and a kind heart is a form of beauty' is basically what she is trying to say."

"Oh yeah? What about me would says I have 'inner beauty?'"

"I can't make accurate assumptions since I don't really know you. You're really strict, short-tempered, and you overreact a lot."

"Gee, thanks," Riddle says with enthusiasm.

"But you do care a lot about the students. So much so that you even help the third years with their work to raise their grades. While you're strict with us with rules and are new to Pomefiore's customs, you still try to follow them yourself. You're willing to try new things and work with it, so you're adaptable." As Epel was listing the few things he noticed, Riddle was appalled to hear these things about himself. "Well, those are things I observed."

"I...wow. I've never really thought about myself that way."

"They say it takes the perspective of someone else to see things about oneself."

"Guess what they say is true." The two smile and laugh a little. "Thank you for answering my question."

"You're welcome. So, how is Vil-senpai adjusting to Savanaclaw?"

"He hates it."

"He's lucky..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Well, I've got to get going. Thank you for your hard work, Riddle-senpai."

"You're welcome." Epel waves goodbye as he walks away, leaving Riddle to think about their previous conversation.

"' There is beauty in your soul and strength,' huh? Hmph. If that's what they say."

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daydreamngs · 5 years ago

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You’re beautiful | George MacKay

requested: No (send me some requests!)

warnings: Some angst, negative self-image, fluff.

word count: 1281

a/n: When I first wrote this, it was mainly for myself because I struggle with acne as well and just kind of need something like this, but I decided to post this here as well in case someone needed this too. You’re beautiful, matter what.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her skin without a blemish or imperfection staring back at her. She couldn’t remember a time where she hadn’t felt the need to put makeup on her face in order to feel pretty, to have someone look at her and think she was pretty as well. Insecurities were an ugly thing, some people said demons weren’t real but she believed they were real, in the form of the insecurities that ate at every person. When she looked in the mirror, she tried to remind herself that she wasn’t ugly just because of the acne that riddled her forehead and cheeks, or the acne scars that stained her skin reminding her that she could never be free of her own demons. She tried to remember that everyone, even those who she found amazing and beautiful, had their own demons as well. That thought made her feel better and it made her feel as though she had some hope that despite her own views of her appearance, that someone found her beautiful, but it never lasted long.

The idea of that washed away whenever she looked at her bare skin under the harsh lights of her makeup mirror. Every morning, she would wake up and first think, “It’s actually not bad this morning! I think I’ll go without my foundation and concealer today,” but once she goes through the steps of washing her face and putting moisturizer on, the red spots would grow red and angry which in return led her to putting on heavy makeup anyways. It was one of those mornings, her e/c eyes were looking at her skin, picking herself apart even when she didn’t try to. Those thoughts started to filter in through her mind again, and a heavy sigh fell from her lips as her eyes began to flood with tears. Was she beautiful? Could someone see her bare face and still call her beautiful with a whole heart of honesty? The idea felt impossible, it really was just an idea. It didn’t seem to be her reality. Why couldn’t she be beautiful? She shook her head in frustration, in an attempt to shake away those thoughts and worries that ate her from the inside out. Choosing to ignore it, she went on with the process of putting on her makeup, trying not to worry about how it looked in certain spots. She was getting ready to go meet with her friend, George, or rather the guy that she liked to go have lunch with him. Between college and the responsibilities she had when she was home, as well as his schedule, it was really hard to find a time where it worked for both of them so when there was an opportunity they both jumped on it. She was happy to see him, she always was. They texted whenever they both had the time but it wasn’t the same, it never stopped her from missing him.

Giving herself one last look over in her mirror, adjusting her necklace and then gave herself a smile, happy with her appearance now that her red spots were no longer as visible. With the ding of her notifications, she rushed out the door, quickly locking it behind her before going to meet George in his car. She felt a little nervous, considering it had been a while since she’d seen him, she’d cut her hair since the last time she saw him so she looked quite a bit different and while she’d sent him pictures, it was different to see it in person. Butterfly swarmed her stomach and she fiddled with her fingertips as she gave him a bright smile opening the car door, “Hey, stranger!” She said, a joking tone to her voice as she spoke. Y/N was completely unaware of the fact that George had watched her as she exited her home and walked to his car, she was unaware of the fact that his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. He found her breathtakingly beautiful, he could see the somewhat shyness she held in her as she made her way to him - he associated it with the fact that she had cut her hair - but he loved it, he loved the way it brought out her features and made her look feminine in a different sort of way. He wondered if she knew of the effects she had on him, how gorgeous he found her to be. Snapping from his thoughts as she had opened the door and got in, her perfume filling his car - not that he was complaining. A grin captured his lips, leaning over to give her a hug from his seat not being able to wait, “That hurts, I can’t believe we’ve gotten to that stage already.” He’s able to joke back at her, giving a little shake of his head adding a “tch” for an extra effect. Y/N gave a roll of her eyes but basked in the smell of his cologne and his warm touch as he hugged her. She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart pounding in her chest through their somewhat side-hug. “I refuse to let it happen again, I don’t care how busy we both are.” She responds easily, giving a little scrunch of her nose in disapproval of the idea. He gives a nod of agreement, eyes lingering over her features, he doesn’t think he could have gone another day without seeing her. He licks his lips as he tears his gaze away from her, “Onward now, our lunch awaits us.” Y/N looks back into the back of his car, a happy look gracing her features, “Speaking of, I didn’t realize we were having a picnic.” The thought of having a picnic with George made her giddy, as though she was a kid in high school again. Now she was looking forward to this day even more.

Y/N happily eats the food that George made them, enjoying every second of this lunch date and the company she had. She waits until she’s finished with that bite before she speaks again, “Work has been super stressful as always, I guess, and my professors are really piling up the assignments right out the gate, I wish they would put that on the catalog so I could have planned accordingly y’know.” A heavy sigh falls from her lips, an eyebrow-raising in question towards George, “How has everything been with you?” She questions, giving a little wipe to the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb. The answer never comes, only a dazed gaze is given to her and she furrowed her eyebrows now worried about him. Had she said something wrong? “Hey, you okay?” A sweet tone to her voice as she speaks, putting her food down, she puts the palm of her hand down onto the blanket they had laid out, leaning forward slightly as she awaited a response from her. “You’re beautiful.” Y/N is taken aback by this statement, and that’s shown as she finds herself leaning away now, a blush burning at her skin. Her ears burned a bright red and her cheeks were dusted with the faint rosy color that was dulled by her makeup. For a moment, she couldn’t meet his eyes as she was too embarrassed but once she did look at him, she held a look of shyness in her eyes, “Do you mean that?” She wanted to know, she needed to know. The corners of his lips downwards in a frown, he didn’t know what her reaction would be to his comment but he didn’t it would be that. “Y/N, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I mean that with every piece of my heart.” Tears soon started to flood her eyes at his words, she shook her head and tore her gaze away from him, suddenly finding their surroundings to be much more interesting than she had a couple of minutes prior. Worry surged through George’s body and he quickly scooted closer to her, his hands reaching up to cup her cheeks, gently making her look at him once again, “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” He didn’t know what was happening or why, and he was so desperate to know so he could try to fix whatever he did. The girl gave a little shake of her head, still not having the courage to look him in the eyes. “I… I just, I have so much acne, I try to make it go away and no matter what I do it doesn’t and it’s so ugly. I wanted to not wear any makeup today but it was eating at me that I wouldn’t be pretty without it and I feel like I have to put on makeup in order to feel pretty and I just… God this is so stupid.” She tried to explain her feelings, keeping them inside was one thing but saying them out loud was something else. Saying them to him made her feel silly and stupid. She sniffled, eyes finally meeting his to find him staring at her with a look she couldn’t quite understand. “It’s not stupid. Y/N, I want you to know that you’re beautiful no matter what. It doesn’t change anything else about you, and I mean that. You still have amazing eyes that I find myself getting lost in every time I look at you, you still have a cute nose and beautiful lips. Not to mention your hair, smile and that killer personality of yours. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and some silly acne marks don't do anything to change that. It’s normal to have skin problems, I’ve had my fair share of them myself but you never looked at me any differently for them, certainly, you never thought lesser of me or thought me ugly because of them. Now I’m here to tell you that you aren’t any lesser either, and most definitely not ugly. If anyone thinks otherwise, then they are truly blind.” His words started off strong but as he continued, he grew closer to her and his words softened until they were a whisper over her lips, their noses almost touching. Y/N found herself speechless, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at him with so much love swirling in her eyes. “George, I…” He spoke then once more, “I love you.” He whispers, at last, his feelings finally bubbling out, not being able to hold it in any moment longer. He pushes his lips upon hers in a soft kiss, taking in the moment that they were sharing in the middle of the flower field, just the two of them. Y/N finds herself wrapping her arms around her neck and allowing her fingers to entangle themselves in the short hair at the back of his head, breathing and soaking in this moment before she pulled away for only a moment, “I love you too.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Acting Your Age (Part 3)

Summary: Jensen and the reader continue to grow closer but the reader has a fight with her brother over her new relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 6,800ish

Warnings: language, age gap

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“No, no,” groaned Jensen in his seat at the rooftop restaurant Sunday night. You were already laughing though as he ran his hands over his face. “Please don’t remind me.”

“I think it’s cute that your first acting job was that,” he said.

“A show you used to watch!” he chuckled. “Oh, God.”

“It was a children’s show,” you said. “Then you really hung on to that horror thing, huh?”

“So you’ve never seen me do anything aside from the kids show?” he asked.

“I don’t even remember. I know I used to watch it. You could be a horrible actor for all I know,” you teased.

“I’m the worst,” he laughed. “Seriously.”

“Oh yeah. You had one of the longest shows ever. You must be horrible,” you said.

“At least I had a job,” he teased.

“I’m happily unemployed thank you very much,” you said.

“You only moved back like a week ago, right?” he asked.

“A little more,” you said. “I’ll take the vacation time.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked but what do you do?” asked Jensen.

“I’m a spy,” you said. Jensen raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat.

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Can’t tell anyone though.”

“Interesting. Very interesting. You like a James Bond kind of spy?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely,” you laughed. “I’m an interior designer. My firm worked with a big architectural firm over in London. I’ll probably do that again once I talk to a few firms in the city.”

“Nice. Spy stuff is your side job?” he said, a big smirk on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve been a spy since I was seven,” you said.

“Seven? Come on. You were goofing around until at least twelve,” he said.

“Maybe you were,” you teased. “Girls mature faster than boys though.”

“You’re telling me you stopped playing games and stuff when you were seven?” he asked.

“I started playing soccer a lot around that age. I don’t really remember. My siblings always had stuff going on,” you said.

“Well yeah but I mean, I used to play with my little sister, even when I was 18,” he said.

“Just different families I suppose,” you said.

“You didn’t want to bother them, did you,” he said. You turned your head and looked out at the street below, Jensen grabbing a roll from the basket.

“You know I did good in school so that I could get a full ride for college? Like excessively good?” you said.

“Jared mentioned you’re a bit of a smartie pants,” he said with a smile.

“I was the accident kid. My brother became a doctor, my sister went to school, Jared got some help from mom and dad during the early days...I was an extra expense. They never said that but I knew. They tried to hide it from me. I got lucky Jared did so well and could help them retire a little early,” you said.

“You have that classic Padalecki thing,” he said. “You all take care of somebody else before you take care of yourselves.”

“I know. I’m not saying I didn’t have a happy childhood or anything. I was aware of our situation was all,” you said.

“Well now that you're back home and have this new perspective on things, maybe you can take care of yourself more,” he said.

“I plan on it,” you said. “I might need some help in that department though.”

“I’m more than willing to volunteer my services,” he said.

“So at what age does the wisdom thing happen?” you asked.

“You just give less of a shit about certain stuff,” he said.

“What about acne?”

“Never goes away,” he said, tilting his chin up, rubbing over a small red bump underneath. “Getting old is fun.”

“You’re not old, trust me,” you said.

“Alright,” he said. “I think I will, kiddo.”

Your food came out and you made small talk, Jensen telling you about Austin some and places to check out. But halfway through dinner, his hair caught in the wind and he had this one piece that was sticking straight up, defying gravity even more so than all the other fluffy hair he had.

“What are you giggling at?” he asked after a minute.

“Your hair. It’s...it’s very fluffy,” you said. He patted his head and he eventually smoothed down the spot, more hair spiking up elsewhere.

“I get it?” he asked.

“Yeah, you got it,” you said. “God I love your hair.”

“Well thank you,” he said, a cute little smile on his face.

“You probably get told you’re handsome a lot, huh,” you said.

“I guess. In one ear, out the other,” he said.

“I could have sworn you just blushed though.”

“Well you’re special,” he said.

“I mean the hair has to make up for the appalling face,” you said.

“Oh does it? Here I was going to tell you how beautiful you looked,” he said, biting back a smile.

“It’s alright,” you said, grinning as you went back to eating.

“How’s the steak?” he asked.

“Delicious,” you said with a thumbs up.

“This place has really good dessert too,” he said.

“Do they have steak flavored dessert?” you asked.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Do you have work tomorrow?” you asked as you walked around a quieter part of downtown after dinner.

“No. I got to pop in the brewery for a few and my agent normally sends me new scripts I might be interested in on Mondays to look over but that’s it,” he said.

“When do you think you’ll act again?”

“Probably after the new year. There’s this one job I really want. They were holding back all auditions though for a while. I got to film that and send it in later this week. That job would start in January,” he said.

“I hope you get it,” you said.

“Me too. Been a while since I auditioned for anything,” he said.

“I’m sure you’ll nail it,” you said. “Jared said he’s got a guest star role starting in two months.”

“He told me about it. Sounds fun,” he said.

“Still gonna do your checks with him?” you asked.

“He told you about those?” he asked.

“Once. Back around Christmas. You were texting him. You sent a little green check mark and he wrote one back,” you said. “He told me that’s your way of checking that everything is okay. You do it everyday apparently and if he’s out of cell service, he checks in when he gets back.”

“He’s your brother. But he’s my brother too,” he said.

“I’m okay with sharing him,” you said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re his friend.”

“Me too,” he said. “I know he wants to get to know you better.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you said, Jensen stopping at a street corner when the light was red. He hummed to himself and you felt his hand bump yours once and then twice before his wrapped around yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Your little hands are always so cold,” he chuckled.

“You’ll warm them up I’m sure.”

“Goodnight,” you said when Jensen was dropping you back off at Jared’s house. You leaned up and gave him a kiss, Jensen smirking through it.

“Goodnight,” he said when you pulled back. “Tomorrow night?”

“Alright. We can talk about our golf date,” you said.

“We could go Tuesday if you don’t have plans,” he said.

“Isn’t it supposed to be like a hundred out?” you laughed.

“How about you wear a cute little golf outfit and I’ll bring the sunscreen?” he said.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that,” you said, leaning against his truck.

“I mean I’d wear the skirt but I don’t have the legs to pull it off,” he said. You shook your head, smirking as he started to laugh.

“You are such a loser,” you said, giving him another kiss. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Oh, you’re taking me out?” he said with a big smile. “Well now I’m even more excited.”

“You’re adorable,” you said.

“You know it,” he said with a laugh, the sound of the garage door opening. You looked over your shoulder, Jared walking out with his car keys in his hands. He gave you both a nod before he walked over to his truck and climbed in. “Night, kiddo.”

“Night, Jensen.”

He walked back to the car as you headed inside. You barely had your shoes off when you heard the garage open again, Jared back in the house with a toy in his hand.

“Toy was in the backseat,” he said, giving you a nod as he went past.

“Shouldn’t the kids all be asleep by now?” you asked.

“Your brother is spying on you,” called Gen from the family room.

“Oh is he?” you said.

“I’m not…” said Jared with a shrug, heading into the family room. You walked over to the couch, crossing your arms as you stared down at him.

“Gen. What is he up to?” you asked.

“Nothing,” said Jared.

“Jare, if you’re gonna be…” you said. “I’m not a child. You either give me my privacy or I’m gone. You’re the one that wanted to set me and Jensen up in the first place.”

“I think you’re going a little fast is all,” he said.

“He’s kissed me a few times, that’s it. I haven’t even made out with him. What’s fast about that?” you asked.

“Well you hang out with him every night now,” he said.

“We had a family party on Friday with plenty of people. We all went to dinner last night and then I went mini golfing with him and I hung out with him for like three hours tonight. What’s the problem with that?” you asked. Gen stood up and walked into the kitchen, giving Jared a look along the way. “What? Is he suddenly a bad guy now that we’re spending time together?”

“No. No, he’s not,” he said.

“Then what is it?” you asked.

“I think you should spend some time with just you is all,” he said. “Don’t throw yourself into a guy.”

“So you’ve decided you want me to just what, be your little sister that lives here and follows her big brother around when it’s convenient for him?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“No. I thought you wanted to start being yourself is all. I think you might have an easier time doing that if you’re not constantly-”

“Throwing myself at a guy?” you said. “You think I do that?”

“Y/N,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You were younger than me when you met Gen,” you said.

“Gen’s not fifteen years older than me,” he said.

“Why do you suddenly have a problem with this! You were the one that tried to get us together,” you said.

“Maybe because you have a habit of going head first into a relationship and then it goes bad. He’s one of my best friends and-”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your friendship,” you said. You jogged upstairs and into the room you were staying in, shoving some clothes in a bag before you were downstairs and heading for the front door.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, following you as you put on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you said, storming outside, Jared right on your tail. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your arm as you got to your car. You shrugged and he held on, Gen sighing as she stepped out onto the front porch. “I asked where you were going.”

“I don’t have to tell you,” you said, shrugging him off this time. You ripped open the backseat and tossed in your bag, slamming the door shut. You grabbed the drivers side door, Jared catching it once it was open. “Let go, Jared.”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe he is too old for me. At least he doesn’t make me feel shitty. But don’t worry about that. You can have your friend back,” you said. You climbed in and yanked the door shut, pulling out and on the road like that.

“Y/N,” you heard the next morning, your dad coming out to the patio in the backyard. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“I don’t want to talk to Jared.”

“Hey, kiddo,” said Jensen. You turned around in your seat, Jensen wearing a soft smile. “Can we talk?”

You shrugged, your dad heading back inside as Jensen wandered around to your side of the table and grabbed a chair, spinning it around to look out at the yard with you.

“Jared stopped over last night,” he said, resting his elbows on his hands. “He was pretty upset.”

“He’s sensitive,” you said.

“That’s not nice.”

“Maybe I’m not a nice person,” you said, not bothering to look in his direction, tucking your knees into your chest.

“I think he pushed your buttons,” he said.

“I’m not a child,” you said, closing your eyes. “Maybe I am. I ran home to my parents house last night after all.”

“Well I’m a lot older and sometimes I run home to my parents,” he said. You peeled open your eyes, Jensen still looking into the yard. “He’s really upset, Y/N. He’s in the house.”

“He doesn’t like that I hang out with you now,” you said.

“Well that’s his problem to deal with, isn’t it,” he said, turning his head. “He didn’t use some choice phrasing last night from what I heard.”

“He basically called me a slut,” you said. Jensen frowned, giving you a long stare. “He thinks I throw myself into guys.”

“Funny. I think the opposite,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you scoffed.

“Forget the age difference. Just forget it. I don’t give a shit about it. I don’t want to be with someone that it’s going to bother them,” he said.

“It doesn’t,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “I know you told me about that British guy that was embarrassed of you and made you feel bad about yourself. I know you said older guys are less likely to cheat in your opinion. I think you got more than your fair share of battle wounds.”

“Everyone does,” you said.

“No, they don’t,” he said. “And I’m guessing considering how you aren’t super close with your family, maybe they don’t know those things.”

“Why does it matter? He’s right. Shit, I broke up with the British douche less than two months ago,” you said. “I’m already going on dates again.”

“You think there’s some kind of mandatory feel shitty period?” he asked. “No, there isn’t. I like you and I think you like me. That’s all that should matter.”

“You’re right but I can’t deal with going home to him after dates if he’s going to ruin my nights,” you said.

“You don’t have to live with him,” said Jensen.

“It’s going to cause drama if I did that,” you said.

“Well I’m not a fan of you being unhappy so someone’s going to have to give,” he said, looking back at the yard.

“You barely know me.”

“I like you,” he said, his face hard when he turned it towards you. “I don’t like people like that. I’m not some teenage boy anymore that gets crushes and nervous around girls. But you…I like when you tease me and when you laugh and you make me feel like I am that teenage boy again and it feels good and I’m not ending this because your brother doesn’t get that you are free to do whatever you want.”

You stared at him, his face softening some. He went to turn away when you caught his cheek with you hand, green eyes glancing back at you. You leaned over and kissed him, slowly, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. He went with it, sinking into the movement before you leaned away.

“You didn’t come here for Jared, did you.”

“Not really, no,” he said. “Someone’s got to have your back.”

“You have a crush on me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I do.”

“Good,” you said. “I don’t have to worry about blushing around you anymore.”

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.

“You got to talk to your brother,” he said. “Maybe your parents too. They’re pretty worried.”

“I know. It’s an overdue conversation.”

“Are you gonna say anything?” you asked, sitting in Jared’s old room an hour later, the two of you crammed on the extra long twin sized bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, trying to make his body smaller. “I’m sorry about last night and...never being there to talk to.”

“I could have said something.”

“You tried to tell me when you were sixteen that your boyfriend cheated on you and all I could do that thanksgiving was go on about Gen,” he said. “When you were a freshman in college and it happened again? I was too busy to talk to you. No wonder you don’t like me.”

“Jared, you’re my brother. I love you,” you said.

“We never gave you the time of day once you got older, none of us did. We shoved you out,” he said. “We’re your siblings and we did that.”

“You guys are a lot older than me,” you said with a shrug.

“So any of these four douchebags that cheated, they ever do anything worse?” he asked.

“No. The last guy didn’t cheat,” you said.

“He made you feel shitty though,” he said.

“Not a crime,” you said.

“You’re not like me, right?” he asked. You titled your head, Jared tapping his own. “You don’t get like I do, right?”

“I went once,” you said. “Therapy. I got scared something was wrong with me. I just have bad luck with men apparently.”

“I’m sorry I said that stuff about you seeing Jensen. He makes you happy and I know you make him happy. And I love him but I’ll always pick you over him,” he said.

“I don’t want you to pick anyone,” you said. “I’m your little sister but we missed the you getting to be an overprotective brother phase. Just be my friend. Please.”

“I’m always going to be an overprotective brother,” he said, ruffling your hair. “I’ll be less of an ass though. I’m sorry. I-”

“I know you’re sorry, Jared,” you said. He hummed and stood up, going to his bulletin board and grabbing the baseball cap hanging off the corner. He wiped the dust off of it and carried it over, plopping it on your head. “Your Cowboys hat?”

“You used to annoy me to death, coming in here everyday asking if you could have it,” he said. “It was mine so I always told you no. Dad got you a white one for your sixth birthday. You were so pissed cause you wanted mine specifically. Never understood why.”

“Cause you said I could have it,” you said as you stood. “But you forgot.”

He sighed and pulled you into a crushing hug.

“It’s yours now,” he said. “Hey, next family vacation, you pick where you want to go. It’s on me. Just kids, I promise.”

“I’ve never been on one,” you said.

“Cause we’re shitty,” he said. “That’s over. I promise.”

“I always made excuses to not go,” you said, looking up at him.

“Well you’re going on this one. You can even bring Jensen,” he smiled.

“We’re not there yet,” you said with a laugh.

“Will you come home? You can have your privacy and I won’t ask about Jensen or dates or any of that, I promise,” he said. “Please?”

“Do you really think I throw myself at guys?” you asked, his head already shaking.

“No. I’m sorry. Friday night you seemed happy about trying to be yourself from then on and I was so happy you were doing that but I know that’s something easier said than done, especially if you’re trying to deal with a new relationship on top of that and I’m sorry I said it. You’re careful and I know you’re a little scared of this relationship and-”

“Actually not so much. Neither one of us cares about the age thing. Or the him being kind of recognizable thing. We’re just two people starting to date,” you said.

“I didn’t mean that stuff. I know now you’ve been hurt more than once. So has he,” he said.

“I don’t plan on hurting him,” you said. He smiled and nodded, giving you another hug. “Also, moving back was expensive as hell so yeah, I totally need the free rent right now.”

“Ah. So that’s what it is,” he laughed.

“You got an awesome pool too,” you said.

“I see,” he said with a smile. “You’re gonna come home then?”

“Yeah. Until I’m on my feet,” you said.

“Stay longer than that,” he said. “We want you to. We haven’t lived together since you were seven after all.”

“Alright,” you said. “We should probably start the drive home.”

“Let’s catch lunch with mom and dad first before we head out.”

“So what was my dad saying to you just now?” you asked, pulling onto the highway, Jensen riding back to Austin with you.

“He thinks I’m a little old for you to be honest,” he said.

“Seriously? I thought-”

“I’m joking,” teased Jensen. “I mean, yes, I don’t think I’m exactly what they envisioned for you in that department but they know me. They trust me with you.”

“I didn’t really want to have that parent conversation already,” you said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll dodge the bullet with mine as long as I can.”

“Right,” you said with a nod, giving him a quick glance before looking back at the road.

“Not that I have a problem with introducing you to them. I think that’s more of a maybe down the road kind of thing,” he said.

“Jensen, it’s cool. I promise. I’d like to go back to this being drama free if we could,” you said.

“I don’t think we ever had a problem with that,” he said.

“True. Do you still want to get dinner tonight?” you asked.

“You’re taking me out on a date. I can’t wait.”

“That’s a pretty skirt,” said Jared as you headed downstairs. “Is it one of Gen’s?”

“No. She got it for me for Christmas last year. I never wore it. I have a date with Jensen,” you said, fixing your shirt. “I look okay?”

“Well you’re not as ugly as usual,” he said.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you,” you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. You look fine. Where are you going?” he asked.

“Dinner downtown. I’m picking him up,” you said. “There’s a lot of restaurants here.”

“Yes there are,” he said. “Still, don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress or skirt since my wedding.”

“Shut up,” you said, grabbing your purse. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t. Have fun!”

“You look very pretty,” said Jensen as you started to walk along the sidewalk after parking downtown.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “You too.”

“Oh yes. A flannel shirt and jeans. So classy,” he teased.

“You make it work,” you said. He hummed and grabbed your hand, squeezing it for a moment before walking around to your other side, grabbing your right hand instead. You glanced at him as you walked past an alley, Jensen looking forward. “I have lived in a city by myself before. London.”

“I know,” he said.

“I did take a self-defense class,” you said.

“That’s great,” he said with a smile, walking around the corner, the restaurant down at the far end.

“You walk between me and the alleys though, huh,” you said.

“Yup,” he said. “Call me paranoid but better safe than sorry.”

“Sweet dork,” you said with a laugh.

“Your sweet dork, kiddo.”

“Bats?” you said after dinner, walking through the park with Jensen, stopped on a bridge, some other people around. “Bats are kinda creepy.”

“Come on. Baby bats are cute as fuck,” he said, a giggle escaping you. “We have one of the biggest bat populations actually. They help with the bugs. They normally fly out to go hunt around this time of night.”

“So I’m gonna see a giant swarm of bats? Do they bother people?” you asked.

“What, you scared?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Pft, no,” you said. A mosquito flew in front of your face and you jerked back, Jensen chuckling when you went back to leaning against the railing. “Shut up.”

“They ain’t gonna do anything to you. They eat pesky mosquitoes,” he said.

“Good,” you said, Jensen rubbing your bare arm. “You take all the girls to see the bats, do you?”

“Oh no. Only the special ones,” he said, biting back a smile. “If you like this, we can go see some bugs and dirt tomorrow.”

“My dream come true,” you laughed. “Also, please no. I don’t like bugs.”

“We have more important plans, like golfing,” he said.

“I will go golfing once,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Once, Ackles.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise,” he said.

“What am I supposed to wear? A dorky outfit?” you asked.

“You got any of those long sleeve shirts for the sun?” he asked. “Wear one of those and some shorts and you’re fine.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, spotting a single bat float up from under the bridge. “What’s…”

You spotted more, Jensen chuckling when a large swarm of them flew out and you tilted your head all the way back.

“Cool,” you said with a smile, watching them take off.

“Told you so.”

“How’d it go?” asked Jensen the next day at the golf course, a bag of clubs on your shoulder as you found him outside.

“I rented my clubs and some shoes,” you said, setting the bag down . “And I’m already hot.”

“Come here,” he said, grabbing the bag and setting them on the back of the cart. He opened up a side pocket of his bag and pulled out sunscreen, slathering some on your face and neck for you, letting you get your legs as you readjusted your hat. “Cowboys fan?”

“Hm?” you asked. He nodded upwards and you smiled. “Oh yeah. Not into it like Jared or anything but yeah.”

“We’ll have to watch a game together some Sunday,” he said. “I make a mean bean dip.”

“I'm a sucker for tailgate food,” you said, following his lead and hoping in the passenger seat of the cart.

“So have you ever been golfing before?” he asked.

“Once when I was like ten,” you said. “I hated it.”

“Well I figured we’d only do nine holes so you don’t end up killing me,” he said.

“Hey, I lost the bet. I can take it,” you said.

“Alright. We’ll see how it goes. Let’s get out there.”

“Alright. Practice swinging your driver. Hold on to that sucker tight when you swing it,” he said. You spread your feet, Jensen making a strange noise but he didn’t say anything.

“Yes?” you laughed.

“Can I show you?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. He stepped up behind you, nudging your feet farther apart.

“Sorry,” he said, taking a step back.

“It’s alright,” you said.

“Alright,” he said, getting close again, laying his arms over yours. “Keep your hands like this. When you swing back, use your hips and then when you’re moving forward, move them forward and let your back foot come off the ground. It let’s you keep the power through the whole swing.”

“Okie dokie,” you said. “Can you go first so I can watch?”

“Sure,” he said. You got out of the way from the woman’s tee, watching from the side as Jensen stepped up and hit his first ball, hitting it to the side of the fairway. “See what I mean about your foot?”

“Mhm,” you said. You set up your tee, taking a few light practice swings first before you stepped up.

“Don’t worry if you hit it out of bounds. We got plenty of balls,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. You stepped up to the ball, fixing your hands and making your stance wide. He gave you a smile before you looked down. You pulled back and swung hard, the ball going somewhere. When you looked up, Jensen had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You’ve been fucking with me, haven’t you,” he said, a smirk crossing his face.

“What?”

“You hit the ball farther and more center than I did. You’re a golfer aren’t you,” he said.

“No way! Beginner’s luck,” you said.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I’m horrible at golf,” you said.

“No. No, horrible is the opposite of the word I would use,” he laughed.

“Maybe I just have a really good teacher,” you said.

“That must be it. Let’s see if that was a fluke or what.”

“Golfing is more fun than I thought,” you said, Jensen smiling as you returned your clubs.

“Hey, if you worked on your short game, you’d probably break a course record,” he said.

“Hey,” said some guy around your age, walking over with a beer in his hand at the clubhouse. “You the chick that hit the ball onto the green on the sixth in one stroke?”

“Is that impressive or something?” you asked. The guy smiled and nodded, leaning against the counter, seeming to ignore Jensen.

“Oh, for sure. Would you want to maybe grab a bite for lunch?”

“Sorry. I got plans,” you said, glancing at Jensen.

“Your golf coach is welcome to join,” he said.

“He’s sort of my boyfriend,” you said with a smile. The guy raised an eyebrow at Jensen.

“You’re totally like nailing this married guy though for fun right?” he asked. “We can still get a bite.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand, Jensen chuckling as you headed towards the restaurant there. “Pretentious little douchebag.”

“You don’t need to defend my honor, Y/N. I get how this looks to-”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss when you saw the other guy walk around the corner, hearing him scoff as he went past.

“Well if you’re protective of me, I get to be protective of you from douchebags,” you said. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You want to grab lunch?”

“Yeah. Thanks for taking me golfing today,” you said.

“I know you didn’t like it as much as you said you did,” he said.

“Maybe I got aggravated towards the end but I like hanging out with you, doing something you enjoy,” you said.

“Well I appreciate you trying it for me. After lunch if you’re not busy, do you want to come over and have a lazy day in the pool?” he asked.

“Sure. But would you want to come over to our place? Jared and Gen would love to get to hang out too,” you said.

“Sounds perfect, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said two hours later, stepping outside to where Jared was laying on a patio chair, looking through his phone. “Jensen’s coming over to swim in a minute.”

“Cool,” he said, staring at you for a moment. “Neither one of you has heard yet, have you.”

“What?” you asked, Jared handing over his phone to you. There was a picture of the two of you kissing on your date the night before. “What’s this from?”

“A tabloid,” he said. “You probably want to avoid any of your social media for the near future.”

“Do I even want to look at these comments?” you asked, handing the phone back.

“No, not really. They’re pretty bad,” he said.

“Well...I don’t give a shit,” you said. “That’s other people’s problem, not mine.”

“What’s other people’s problem?” asked Jensen, wandering around the back of the house, setting a cooler down on the patio.

“Us dating,” you said as you walked over. “Apparently someone saw us kissing last night.”

“I see,” he said.

“Come on. Let’s go swimming,” you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the steps and into the water.

“You know things like the guy this morning are going to happen more often,” he said.

“So?” you said, swimming out to the deep end and floating on your back. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t look at me,” you heard Jared say as you spun around, Jensen still in the shallow end, a slightly worried look on his face. “You heard her.”

“Y/N,” he said as you swam back. You stood up and stared him down, a small nod leaving him. “I don’t care either. I just want you to be happy.”

“Come play then,” you said, swimming back to the deep end, Jensen following this time.

“Hey, Jare. Why don’t you find Gen and grab that speaker that can go in the water so we can listen to some music?” asked Jensen. Jared hummed and left, your gaze going back to Jensen when you were alone. “There’s water balloons in the cooler.”

“Sneak attack? I like it,” you said with a smile.

“You sure you’re okay with the public stuff?” he asked.

“I’m sure. I didn’t need to spend that much time on my phone anyways,” you said.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” you said, following him to the shallow end and out of the pool.

“Why do you like me? We do fun stuff I suppose but I…” he said, watching you step in front of him.

“I like that you’re kind and creative and attractive and there’s a bunch of little things. But I like you the best,” you said.

“I’m sort of confused,” he said.

“You want me to be happy,” you said. “It’s such a simple thing but that means the world to me. You make me happier too. I want to be able to do that for.”

“You do. I haven’t dated in a while. I was starting to give up on the whole thing and then you swoop in and make me some shy boy around you,” he said. “S’not really fair if you think about it.”

“Never said I was going to play fair,” you said.

“Someone’s getting more flirty,” he said, resting his hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk,” you said.

“I think you both talk too much,” said Jared, both your heads whipping up to see him and Gen on their bedroom balcony, each holding a water gun.

“You two think this is our first rodeo?” she asked, turning the super soaker in your direction.

“Oh, that is so not fair,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand and the cooler, jogging around the side of the house before you could get hit more than once. You each pulled a few out, keeping an eye on the corners before you heard whistling come from the front of the house. They both stepped out from the garage, Jared smiling as he held the hose in one hand.

“Uh oh,” said Jensen.

“Yeah, I’d run if I were-” he said, just as you hit him in the chest with a balloon.

“Get Gen,” you said, Jensen taking off as you threw more at Jared, Gen wide eyed for a moment before she took off across the driveway, Jensen on her tail. You ran out of balloons quickly, Jared narrowing his eyes as you shrugged. “Uh…”

He took a step forward by the time you were spun around, Jared on top of you like that, hoisting you up over his shoulder.

“Oh my God. Do not drop me,” you said, Jared humming as he carried you and his water gun around to the back of the house where some squeals were happening.

“Only place I’m dropping you is the pool,” he said, slowing his walk and setting you down on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your waist, your feet in the air again as you looked across the pool, Jensen holding Gen’s gun and Gen in his other arm. “Ackles.”

“Padalecki,” he said.

“I assume you want a trade?” asked Jared.

“Not happening,” said Gen, ducking her head down and pushing Jensen into the pool, Jared tossing you in the next moment. When you popped back up, Jared was around to the other side, high fiving her.

“Dinner’s on you two tonight,” he said.

“Alright, alright,” said Jensen. “We lost fair and square.”

“Oh it was most certainly not fair,” you said. “Jensen’s supposed to push me in the pool, not you.”

“We’ll plan our revenge later,” said Jensen quietly, a mischievous little look on his face. “Won’t we?”

“For sure,” you said. Jared went back to put away the hose while Gen jumped in the water with the speaker, turning it on a station before she started to swim around the shallow end. “We don’t bite.”

“He’s a bit of a sore loser sometimes,” she said. “Never can tell with that one.”

“Oh no, I want our evil plan to be carried out when you least expect it. You’re safe...for now,” said Jensen.

“Oh joy,” she said, swimming over to you both, Jared returning after a moment, the boys swimming off, talking about dinner plans from the sound of it. “He really likes you.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah. He’s not putting on his fake smile anymore,” she said.

“Fake smile?” you asked, the two of you swimming over to the edge, resting your arms on it.

“He’s forty one. He was over about a month back, had too much to drink. He said a lot of stuff about how he wished he had what Jared and I did, told us not to take it or the kids for granted. I think he’s very good at pretending it didn’t bother him,” she said.

“But he’s so smiley and happy,” you said.

“No, he’s really not, not in the past few years anyways,” she said. “He’d never admit it but I think he’s falling hard for you, real hard.”

“That’s okay,” you said with a smile, spotting one on his face when he looked back at you from the other end of the pool. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay with that.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

#spn #supernatural #RPF #jensen x reader #au #jensen ackles #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #rpf fanfic #spn reader insert #jensen x #supernatural reader insert

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years ago

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eating for two.

special chapter to the baby dont stop series

warning/s: suggestive (mutual masturbation)

It’s been a year and a half of being married the one and only love of your life and it’s been nothing but a dream come true.

Both of you fell into a routine of waking up together, Taeyong would cook breakfast for both of you while you take a shower. Eating together and then he takes his turn in the bathroom while you do the dishes.

You work at the same company; the same nine-to-five office job, but at just different departments. After work and going home, you’re in charge of dinner and he’ll be the one to clean up.

And of course, depending on how draining the day was, you end the night by making love; relieving each other of the stress from work, reminding each other of your love, or as you’re secretly hoping for; making a baby.

Taeyong is in no rush to have a kid, and you’re not either, but it would be nice to have a mini you and/or mini him running around soon. You’ve been long off your birth control and investing in a lot of skincare to keep your hormonal acne in check when your period comes around. At one point, you’re starting to think one of you could be infertile at how you’re still not able to get pregnant. You even made sure to go rounds after rounds on the day you’re period tracker tells you you’re on your ovulation period.

And then it happens.

One early morning, you woke up feeling sick and ran to bathroom to throw up. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but as you’re trying to find reasons as to why you’re heaving the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, you just couldn’t think of any. Your period isn’t due until next week either.

Taeyong was at a small gathering last night with friends and had a drink too many that he’s completely wiped out; he didn’t even budge when you threw his arm off of you to run to the bathroom. As you tuck yourself back in his arms, you decide not to tell him first, just in case it was a false alarm.

You’re incredibly careful at purchasing multiple pregnancy tests and hiding them where he doesn’t usually check - which is almost close to impossible because he does a lot of cleaning around the house, too, so you couldn’t store it away in the storage cabinet. You would hide it where you keep your pads and tampons, but it’s beside the hair dryer both of you use from time to time. You ended up hiding it in your underwear drawer because you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have some weird kink with panties that makes him go through them or sniff them or anything. hopefully

Another thing you had to worry about was how you were going to take the tests and wait for the results without Taeyong wondering why you’re taking too long in the bathroom. Luckily for you, he was chosen by his department head to accompany him to an out of town trip. It was a an overnight trip but it’s more than enough for you to take the tests.

“Have a safe trip, baby,” You adjust your purse on your arm before kissing his cheek. It was Friday night and they were traveling tonight to attend the conference tomorrow noon instead of waiting for the wee hours of the morning to set off.

Taeyong kisses you back on your forehead after he hands you the car keys. “You, too. Double check the locks before you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” You roll your eyes, but you almost blush because he could very well be one in a few months.

“You’ll be gone for a day, Lee. We’ll be back by the evening.” His department head, Mr. Shim Changmin, approaches both of you. “It’s good to have a little solo time, too, in marriages.”

You bow your head at him as he’s still one of your superiors. “Of course. I’ll be maximizing my ‘me time’ this weekend.”

“I got you a few bath bombs to try.” Taeyong informs you, running his hand down your back. “They’re in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Aw, thanks.” You debate for a second whether or not to give him a peck since his superior was right there but Mr. Shim receives a call and he excuses himself to pick it up, allowing you to quickly kiss Taeyong’s cheek. “I’ll try it to tomorrow... do you want pics?”

You say it low enough for him to hear and it immediately brings a bright red tinge on his cheeks. He chuckles, licking his lips, “Well, I’d have to proof that you’re using it, don’t I?”

His hands are itching to tickle your waist, but you’re quick to pull away. “Then I will. I should go ahead, traffic will be piling up soon.”

“Take care. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Text me when you arrive at your hotel, okay?” With one last kiss, you head home. You order food for dinner; too anxious to cook and while waiting for it, took all the pregnancy tests and lined them up on the bathroom counter.

As you wait for the results, pacing back and forth outside the bathroom; your food arrives and for thirty minutes you genuinely forgot about the tests until you had to go in wash up for bed.

You’re looking at the tests, double checking the back of their packages about what the lines and colors mean. And all of them say the same thing: positive. You’re pregnant. You wanted to cry out of joy; there’s life in your belly, a little mix of you and Taeyong. Despite the numerous tests that tell you you’re pregnant, you wanted to be extra sure and planned to go to your doctor as soon as her office opens tomorrow morning.

As you lie down for the night, the bed too spacious for your liking as Taeyong’s spot is empty, you curl up on your side and place a hand on your stomach. You know you’ve been waiting and hoping for it, but you can’t believe a baby is growing in your womb right now. You’re trying not to think ahead of it like what the gender could possibly be or what his/her name is, you’re just glad you don’t have to worry about Taeyong taking the news since you knew he wants to have a kid just as much as you do.

And as if on cue, your phone rings.

“Hey, baby, I just got to my room at my hotel.” His voice fills the room as you put his call on speaker. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you up?”

“Not at all, I just got in.” You hum, fighting off the urge to tell him the news. “Before you ask, yes, I did double check the locks. They’re closed and I’m safe.”

“Good.” He chuckles. You could hear clothes rustling and you’re guessing he’s changing out of them. “What did you have for dinner?”

“I ordered some pork cutlets and jjajangmyeon. Have you eaten?”

“We ate at a Chinese restaurant before checking in. I just had noodles and some dumplings.”

Maybe it’s all in your head or maybe it’s your pregnancy talking, but you’re suddenly craving for some soup dumplings. “That sounds good. Maybe I’ll have Chinese takeout tomorrow for lunch.”

He laughs at this, “Are you really not going to cook for yourself at all while I’m gone?”

“I will, it’s just that I don’t want to cook if my husband isn’t here to eat and compliment it.” You sigh, “I already miss you.”

“I miss you, too... are you okay?”

“Yeah. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I didn’t mean you weren’t, it’s just that... you sound different? A little dreamy? Mellow?”

“Oh... well, I did just have a nice hot shower.” You lied, “So I’m relaxed and ready for bed.”

“We should both get to sleep then, huh? Good night, baby, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, love. Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you spend a good half an hour vomiting into your toilet bowl and the other half trying to look for something to eat that isn’t triggering you to run back into the bathroom once its’ scent hits your nostrils after calling up your doctor for an immediate appointment.

In the next hour, you’re already at the clinic; texting Taeyong and pretending to be out on an errand like grocery shopping before going through the check up with your doctor.

“Congratulations, [Y/N]. You’re definitely pregnant, about 7 weeks in.” She smiles up at you as she points out the fetus through the monitor of the ultrasound.

You have a photo taken of the ultrasound and after scheduling more check ups with your doctor and going through a list of the things you are now not allowed to do and things you should do as pregnant woman, you head back home.

You decided to run a bath, trying to decide how to tell Taeyong when he gets home. You remembered the bath bombs he told you about and took them out of the cabinet, choosing a lavender scented one. Grabbing your phone, you take a video of you dropping the bath bomb it and letting it bubble up for a good minute before sending it to Taeyong.

Almost immediately, he replies, “You’re lucky we just got back from brunch.”

It’s around 10:30 and you know the conference is at noon so you know he has time to spare. You shed off your clothes and step into the bath, sinking into warm water with a moan. You keep one arm out of the water to dial your husband and wait for the video call to connect.

Once it does, you hear the shower running on his end of the call and you see him trying to look for a place to put his phone up on. “How’s the bath bomb?”

“It smells amazing.” You show the lavender colored water; not even shy about how your breasts were on full display. “I wish you were here. We should try the rose one when you get back later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He sighs. You watch him step back into the cascading water, biting down on your lower lip when he tilts his head back to expose his throat to you. It was a little annoying how the camera just cut off below his abdomen; barely showing the base of his cock. “What did you get from the grocery?”

“Hm?” You’re confused for a second until you realized that was the excuse you gave him when you were at your doctor. “Oh, just a few fruits and snacks. I wanted cupcakes, though, so I might go back out later.”

“Can you get me some, too?” He looks back at you through the camera.

“Sure.”

“What are you doing after?”

You sit back against the tub after resting your phone on a stand, massaging your arms with the scented water. “I might lounge around after lunch, maybe clean up the house a bit.”

He’s washed up his hair as you tell them this, rinsing off the suds and reaching for his body wash. As he squirts it into his hand and begins to lather it, he asks, “Can I see you, baby?”

You hum, “Hm? Can’t you see me now?”

“All of you, baby.”

Oh. You sit up a bit to move your phone to the other end of the bathtub, directly across you, and move to lean back. You part your legs, making sure he can see your everything even through the colored water.

Twenty minutes later, the video call ended. He’s satisfied, you’re satisfied, the water’s cold now but your body still feels hot. When you get out of the bath and dress for the rest of day after you dry off, you feel giddy. You’re so excited to tell Taeyong about the baby and you have an inkling on how you were going to announce it to him.

After lunch and lounging around, you head back out to your favorite bakery around six to pick up a few cupcakes and drove through a fast food chain at the sudden craving for something greasy even though you marinated some meat to cook for dinner.

Back in your home, as you munched on nuggets with one hand while cradling a double pattied burger with the other, you keep eyeing the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and hope everything goes to plan and Taeyong would understand what you mean.

Taeyong announces he’s home around ten and you’re running up to him a like giddy little child, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. “Did you miss me that much?”

“I’ve been wanting to eat the cupcakes all night, but I wanted to wait for you.” You confess, which is actually true. Aside from wanting to reveal the pregnancy, all the salt and grease from your dinner needed to be washed down with something sweet - you would have opted for wine, but obviously, you weren’t allowed to.

He sets his bags aside and laughs, letting you lead him to the kitchen, “You didn’t have to wait. I was planning to eat it tomorrow.”

You stop and turn to him with a frown - almost pout - on your face, “After I waited hours so I could enjoy these cupcakes with you?”

“I’m kidding! What flavors did you get?”

Pulling the box of cupcakes across the countertop, you open up the lid, “Vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Which one do you want?”

He hums, resting a hand on your hip and pulling you close, “Chocolate.”

You hand it to him and as he peels the paper off, you drag the remaining cupcakes towards you, “That’s yours and these are mine.”

You’re hoping he comments about it, jokingly or even passively, and he does; giving you a pout, “Why do you get two?”

You inhale deeply, looking at the cupcakes - and although seeing them up close and catching a whiff of its sickeningly sweet scent makes you want to hurl - you shrug as casually as you can, “Because I’m eating for two now.”

“Ah.” He nods, about to take a bite until he suddenly stops, mouth agape and cupcake suspended inches from his lips. He looks back at you, “You’re what?”

“Eating for two.” You repeat, swallowing your saliva. “D-do you understand what that means?”

He blinks at you for a while, gaze dropping to your stomach, and then back up at you. He puts the cupcake down and stares at you for a few more seconds. “Are you pregnant?”

You smile, nodding vigorously.

“I-” He grins, pulling you by your waist and looking back down at your midsection, “This isn’t a joke? You’re serious? I’m going to be a dad?”

“You’re going to be dad.” You confirm with a little giggle at how his eyes are just wide and sparkling.

“We’re going to be parents?” He asks once more and you’re laughing, answering his question with another nod. He picks you up, hugging you tightly and squealing along with you. “When did you find out?”

As he sets you down, you shrugged, “I felt sick the other day and I took pregnancy tests last night - they all came back positive.”

“Last night? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I had to make sure! So I went to my doctor and-” You flinch, internally scolding yourself for forgetting about the sonograph in your purse. You run over to it and Taeyong curiously follows after you. “I wanted to be very, very, very sure that I was pregnant before I told you.”

“Is this our baby?” He takes the picture from your hands and you quickly show him as what your doctor had said. “I can’t believe this.”

“Do you think we’re ready to have kids?”

He puts the photo down and takes your hands, “I do... and if we’re not, we have months to prepare.”

“Are you ready to have fat, bloated, and moody wife?” You half-joked, pursing your lips at the thought of your belly swelling up in the next few months.

“No, because I will always only have a beautiful, loving, deserving wife.” He kisses you with each description, “I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to be a mother of my child.”

“Alright.” You roll your eyes before gazing back into his eyes, “I love you.”

He scrunches his nose and gives you an eskimo kiss, eliciting a little laugh from you. “I love you, too.”

bonus end scene:

“Wait,” You pull away from him all of a sudden, your hair disheveled and clothes gone.

Taeyong drops his head to the bed and blinks up at you, out of breath, “What?”

“I have to call you daddy before our kids do.”

“O-okay? But... in what context-”

“As in, I’ve been really, really bad while you were gone, daddy. I need to be punished.” You say in your best sultry voice, tracing the tip of your finger down his abdomen. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He lets out a little scoff, quickly turning your positions around, “Is that so?”

#nct smut #taeyong smut #taeyong scenarios #nct scenarios

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 5 years ago

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Skincare/ makeup culture ☕️

oooh. i’ll divide this post into two parts: makeup culture and skincare culture.

(1.) makeup culture.

i think everyone knows that I’ve never liked makeup, mostly because I had relatively bad cystic acne throughout high school, that reacted badly to all of the makeup that my sister used (but most particularly her l’oreal foundation). I think makeup culture is particularly harmful to young girls, like the makeup youtube channels that are run by the parents I suppose of 8 year olds, where the 8yo is the actual youtuber.

like don’t get me wrong, i know young girls like playing with makeup (I actually did when I was that age, funnily enough)….. but the fact that professional or just plain fucking ridiculously expensive makeup palettes are now being marketed to girls in bloody primary/grade/elementary school, is just fucking wrong. and yeah there’s the post on here about how some younger girls are finding themselves ugly when they don’t wear properly applied makeup or something like that. and that breaks my heart. why the fuck should a young girl be made to feel ugly if she can’t blend like josiemaycosmetics (I made that up btw idk any makeup channels besides Jeffree star, James Charles and that tatti woman tbh) and can’t afford the bullshit Too Faced $98 powered foundation, $65 Sunday Riley blush (I roughly remember the price of this particular blush bc my sister bought it for me for my 20th birthday so that I could according to her “look good for uni” but I never actually used it lmao… and it’s no longer sold here in australia) and Kylie Jenner’s overpriced lip kits and idk Smashbox “photo finish” primer priced between $AU23-$AU55????

like I had this bad enough in fucking HIGH SCHOOL with my sister telling me that I’d “never get a boyfriend” or “never get a date for the formal/junior prom” if I didn’t spend hundreds of $$$$ for a good face of makeup and didn’t spend hours and hours learning how to do my own makeup. or how last year for my uni grad, she made out that I’d ruin my own uni grad if we didn’t spend $250 on the makeup artist we got for me….. where I unfortunately found out that my skin reacts to MAC products 😭😨 bc the MUA used MAC concealer and foundation. my sister also expected me to remember the setting spray the woman used for my makeup, when I was there from like 4:30am till like 6:45am and i was barely fucking awake. the setting spray probably could’ve easily cost over $100. let’s be real here. like why am I expected to remember shit that early in the morning???

one of my least favourite things with makeup culture is that you’re not meant to fuck it up in any way, shape or form. like when my sister did my makeup for my two high school formals/proms (year 10 & year 12) she constantly told me not to scratch my face while she was doing it (but it made me itchy, hooray for L’Oréal being shit lmao)…. not to fuck it up while I ate at those events….. and she didn’t let me eat before my uni grad last year bc “you’d definitely fuck up your makeup. don’t you dare scratch your face at all today!” like for someone who has hypersensitive/highly reactive skin that she has to scratch when it’s itchy….. and also loves fucking stuffing her face with food….. expecting me to never touch/scratch my face and to practically starve myself to preserve the integrity of my makeup (that i ended up paying for some in the end anyway) for an event is fucking stupid and over-restrictive.

like i always hated the way that the kardashians ate on KUWTK bc it looked so fucking mechanical and whatever bc they had to obvs preserve their makeup while shooting and also look nice for the camera. like why the fuck am I expected to eat ~like that~ when I have a faceload of MU on???? FUCK OFF. I will scratch it off. I will smear the food all over my face (ok not really) and eat however I motherfucking want, thank you very fucking much. like for my uni grad last year I was up from 4am and my grad ended at like 12:30pm….. so I didn’t have food til about 12:35 when I left the hall. and the whole time while I was eating my sister kept reminding me to not fuck up my makeup that we’d spent $250 on. JUST LET ME FUCKING EAT WOMAN, I SWEAR TO FUCK. lmao.

the last thing I hate the most about makeup culture is that like….. I absolutely hate makeup like I said above….. but once I have it on I feel pretty and cry a bit bc I’ll just never learn to do it myself…. mostly bc I couldn’t be bothered…. bc I save hundreds, if not thousands of $$$$ from not buying all the bullshit essential items you need just for a ~basic no makeup, makeup look~, and bc my hands have never been steady enough to use some of the things, like false eyelashes and eyelash curlers or liquid eyeliner/normal eyeliner…..

but yeah. I just hate that it makes me feel pretty???? but I also feel good and more natural without it???? and I’ll never like my sister’s comment that: “you’re the prettier one out of the two of us…. but if only you hurried up and learnt to do your makeup, you’d be even prettier” or some dumb semi-condescending shit comment she’s said to me like that before. like why is the only way a woman can be pretty (other than some clothes that make her feel good) by smearing 100s/1000s of dollars worth of makeup on???? like why the fuck am I expected to spend all that money when a good bulk of men will never bother with the male makeup trend anyway???? like why am I expected to act differently when I basically just have grown up face-paint on lmao???? I’ve never felt natural in makeup, I’ve always felt awkward and like…. not sound like an cringey edgelord emo kid…. but i never felt ~real~ wearing makeup lmao. just yeah.

but yeah I also understand makeup is an art and I appreciate that. makeup culture is so fucked on all sides for women.

(2.) skincare culture:

now skincare culture is different for me. considering that, like I said before, I had relatively bad cystic acne…. and I’ve since also developed eczema during the winter months….. so I’ve had to develop a good skincare routine over the years to keep my skin under control. but again, there are parts that I don’t like about skincare culture…. like women are typically meant to spend, again, hundreds and if not thousands of dollars on super expensive skin creams (some of which I’ve tried) to fix their fine lines, their laugh lines, their crows feet, their blemishes, their birth marks and cellulite…… the list truly goes on and on….. and on top of that (well this hellsite which isn’t entirely accurate) I’m, or we as women, are expected to teach all of that to men in their 20s???? like fuck off. why and how the fuck didn’t they get the fucking memo to look after their own goddamned skin???? like my 20s are already tiring enough, and now I gotta pass on important skincare advice to men, who could easily fucking find it themselves online???? lord help their asses lmao.

but other than the men bit…. yeah skincare culture is just as bad as makeup culture. like when Cosmo mag was still running in australia, more than half of the shit the women at Cosmo were advertising as part of their skincare routines were literally $300 night treatment creams or moisturisers; $150 facial cleansers; or $500 skin peels, or $600 appointments at dermatologists and skin therapies like electrolysis that I’ll probs never be able to afford. like one of the luxury brands that I LOVE (💖) is Mario badescu bc the two pimple treatments that i sometimes I use from them (the drying lotion and the anti-acne serum) are the ONLY two acne treatments that have NEVER made my face turn red and my skin peel off (besides a really good neutrogena one that Neutrogena discontinued 😭). every other chemist bought pimple treatment cream makes my skin peel off/itchy/turn red. but sadly the two Mario badescu treatments are priced over $50 if bought together (ones now $31 (formerly $28, this one’s great bc it dries clear), the other is like $26, this one dries pink). so the chemist bought ones like the ones by Clearasil or OXY10 are my saviours at $11.99-$12.99, even though they dry out my skin to buggery and leave big white marks on my face bc they both dry white lmao. but I’ve gotta suffer that for the price of beauty lmao.

also there’s expensive face washes (or skin care program packs etc) from Paula’s choice that I love.... but again they were like $35 for a 400ml bottle and $25 for a fucking 150ml or 250ml bottle. now the one i like is $20 for 177ml, which is a rip off. some of the other luxury things that I’ve tried (via free samples) that don’t work, like Kate Somerville (priced at like $65 and over), Philosophy and god knows what else that i’ve bought from Mecca Cosmetica, which is the Aussie version of Sephora in the past. and yes, for acne treatments, i’ve used pro-activ before. it was ok… but i never used it in high school, after the awful time we had trying to cancel our subscription to it back in the day for my sister lol.

also can we talk about the ultrasonic face brush systems that are still raging strongly??? like they’re also super rip offs, especially with buying replacement heads for $35 a pop. like I’ve had a Clarisonic for years (that I’ve stopped using, admittedly)…. the model was roughly $250 when I got it for my like 19th birthday. now they’re even more expensive at like $315 for the latest “clarisonic mia fit cleansing system” which is linked on the $315. or now there’s the foreo that costs anywhere between $75 (the cheapest model) to fucking almost $400… ie $395. the replacement heads for the clarisonic and i suppose replacement like pads or something for the foreo are meant to be replaced every three months “for optimum cleansing” or whatever. like $35 every three months is a lot to maintain after a while. also using the clarisonic added like 10 extra minutes to my showers/general skincare routine bc you’re meant to use it for five mins or whatever and then spend another 5mins washing it out to make sure that it doesn’t collect mould and buildup too much soap residue. it was just a lot of effort to use, even if it did make me feel like i had a better and deeper face washing routine.

and yes, i know there’s Lush. both my sister and i (but more my sister) were obsessed with Lush back in high school, after one of our sydney cousins introduced it to us. but Lush’s skincare stuff for pimples just never worked for us. it made me breakout more, actually. but their old apple pie and choc-orange lip balms were the BOMB. it’s a pity that they no longer make them tbh. their jelly soaps were fun to use and smelt nice too. i can’t remember much else about lush tbh lmao.

for face masks, i’ve found that store/chemist bought formula 10.0.06 or whatever works the best for my skin. but the push, especially again in cosmo and other places, to buy more expensive face-masks and like designer FMs that you should really ask a professional to use first imo, is fucking harmful, especially when you’ve got ones that take off the whole top layer of skin from your face (like the famous and the overly popular charcoal face peel masks), or so i’ve read. like it’s yikes out there. please be safe with these masks, ya’ll. and the same goes for making your own organic face masks, considering that i’ve seen posts on here about using lemon juice which is bad for your skin??? idk anyway. i also hate how with the face masks i buy, there’s about 6 different “skin-illuminating”/“skin brightening”/”skin detoxing” etc masks, that all essentially do the same fucking thing. just keep it at one and fucking go; for gods fucking sake lmao.

but yeah, skincare culture does suck just as much as makeup culture, considering that is heavily focused on women’s self-esteem and wallets…. and barely ever focuses on men. like it’s a double-edged sword tbh.

also as side notes: why the actual fuck are makeup companies still giving their makeup shades or makeup lines sexual names???? like i just found a fucking blush shade by NARS, in my research for this post, called “Orgasm”???? like what the FUCK is wrong with ya’ll??? like y’all actually have the fucking AUDACITY to really make 8 year olds say that in their makeup tutorial videos as well??? “our best selling orgasm collection” sweet lord. that sounds bad. y’all need to sort your shit out, and so do the people who name nail polish shades..

the other worrying general beauty trends that i keep getting on my facebook newsfeed are the teeth whitening systems like hismile and at home laser treatment machines… and then also the charcoal toothpastes to whiten your teeth. oh and also the facial skin “vacuums”, that suck out dirt/oil and your blackheads/pimples etc from your pores. stay safe out there everyone, and do your bloody research. don’t believe the reviews and the hype.

also finally: take your skin type and skin condition/(s) into account if you want to use any of the things that I’ve mentioned that I use/have used on this post. or that I’ve just generally mentioned, like the Clarisonic and the foreo. because what works for me, might not work for you. I’m not a skincare expert or dermatologist. check with your doctor or a skincare professional or whatever before you start using some of these things, even if you might think that it’s stupid & pointless to do so.

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