#and then trying to figure out what i can actually do for my bday tomorrow

[barbieb0y]

journey: esse est percipi.

tomorrow's my bday ... crazy. and funnily enough today is the first day of the month safar in the islamic calendar. life is truly strange

today i want to talk about my self-worth and existence and how bumpy of a ride it has been and still is. it's one of the main things i struggle with. it's well. yknow

anyways lets get to it. dw this is the last one lol

i was born. that much is obvious.

when i was younger, obviously i didn't dwell on my existence much. i was a kid, and so all i had to do was play and throw temper tantrums. not that i did the latter - my mom has told me how i was always such a quiet child, and some part of that still rings true now; only i'm no longer a child, although sometimes i feel like one.

i didn't care other kids my age were being sent to tuition or piano classes or being praised for their innate talents. i was content with being simply me, the only extent of me caring being me and my siblings being forced to go to Quran recitation classes, our parents knowing full well we won't ever read it if we just stayed at home.

even when i entered primary school, nobody stood out, and neither did i. if i ever did, it would be because i was a "smart kid", despite there being others who were like me. outside of being a mostly straight A student, i did not matter. and i was grateful for it. i live a normal life with a normal family. i'll grow up to be a normal person, the only thing not normal about that person's life being their job, high-paying and successful.

but then i entered secondary school - a school my mom teaches at. when i was younger and my mom would take me to her school at times, i was amazed by the collection of books the school library had. i thought to myself i want to attend that school no matter what. but by the time i actually enrolled, it was more because having my mom there would make things easy for me; and that i'd get insider knowledge.

that school, as it turns out, is a cluster school of excellence - a high-achieving school, with high-achieving students. i was surrounded by students who weren't only academic geniuses, but multitalented people who seemed to be able to do anything. if they aren't academically-inclined, they would be athletic stars. and i was there, a small existence, with nothing going on for him.

i can't actually get straight As. i can't run fast. i can't play the guitar. i'm not leader material. i can barely talk. and at that moment,

i wondered why i existed when all these amazing people can do the existing for me.

when i stood out at school, it was rather like a sore thumb rather than like an actor standing under the spotlight on stage. i was a teacher's child and a "girl" at that - that alone deserved attention apparently. but i never wanted to be my mom's child or a dating/marriage candidate.

i never wanted to be.

i tried not to stand out. i was the same quiet kid you knew from primary school, who speaks with his grades rather than words - only that my grades seemed to speak profanities. you can tell how that contributed to how i perceived myself.

and then i had to figure out that i'm queer and how nobody else seemed to think the way i do.

it's as if i'm destined to be isolated.

and i've definitely wrote such things in my many, many journals - how i was born a cursed child, my destiny is to be alone and lonely forever, that not even loneliness is my friend. a bunch of theatrics, looking back on it now, but those feelings were real.

unknowingly, i developed an inferiority complex. but it wasn't as if i was unhappy - but i wasn't particularly happy too. i existed simply because my mom told me to and i didn't want to get yelled at. there were the small things in life that made it bearable but ultimately, they end up making me feel small too.

i wish i could say that the thoughts resurface less nowadays but that would be a lie. they're still there, lurking in the corners of my brain, ready to pounce on me the moment i try to function within a society.

"why bother existing when other people can do it for you, and better than you ever could?"

sometimes, i feel like i already don't exist. once you shrink enough, though you have the same volume of matter inside of you, you don't have the same volume outside.

the world doesn't see you so you don't exist.

“to exist is to be perceived.”

“esse est percipi.”

george berkeley had a point when he came up with that argument. it certainly is how i feel about my own "existence".

but birthdays.

the one day to commemorate how many years one has been alive, to say "well done, you've survived life this far", to convince yourself that your parents made a mistake, to ask God why He created you.

birthdays sure do remind me that i exist.

many despise it because they hate the concept of aging and some because they never wanted to live that long.

i never hated birthdays. i like the attention that comes with celebrating one. i like using it as an excuse.

i like it because it makes me feel worthy of this life i was given.

it makes me feel like i deserve gifts and presents and well wishes.

it reminds me that the people around me do perceive me, even if they only perceive what they want to perceive.

i feel whole.

i can feel my essence.

i can feel myself filling space in this big, big universe we're in.

i can feel the matter that makes me me.

i like birthdays.

and tomorrow will be my 19th.

19 years of being. 19 years of existing. 19 years of stumbling and falling and getting back up again and crying. 19 years of having being perceived. 19 years of having always filling up space in a big, big universe. 19 years of always having worth.

"why bother existing when other people can do it for you, and better than you ever could?"

because nobody can exist as me, better than me.

[sanchoyo]

i know the year isnt over but im already trying to figure out what my new years resolutions should be so I can plan. and actually do them (I did nottt do them all this year and ik like 2 of them were unrealistic but it makes me Sad) now that I have a car which was kind of my Big One for this year. i found a place in town that has sewing/clothes making classes and ive always wanted a sewing machine but also hesitated buying one bc what if I do it wrong and Break It and i spent So Much money on it :( they also offer art classes and ive never taken formal classes so...I might perhaps...look into that tomorrow more (they dont have prices on the website so id have to stop and ask so i know how much to save + if they would be willing to teach me on whatever machine I end up buying, or if they have ones there, but i do want to buy one at some point, maybe as an xmas gift or bday for myself) I think that would be a really cool thing to try !!

[werewolfdays]

Oooooo how about smile?

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

(this one is some pre relationship pining because I couldn’t resist)

I was browsing through a book at the table, trying to look as casual as possible without fully letting my guard down like Jayde had taught me. The diner had a typical bustle that I was used to in a public place, so I cast my gaze over the crowd of customers every couple of minutes in case my eyes spotted something suspicious that my ears couldn’t pick up on. Everything looked clear to me, but that didn’t mean it was clear. Jayde had years of spotting the subtle signs of a threat under her belt. I was still learning, still worried that I would read some poor stranger wrong and go into panic mode too easily for no reason. Or not read into someone enough and make a fatal mistake. 

Jayde trusted my judgement, at least for the handful of minutes she would be gone to secure us a room at the motel across the street from the diner and pitstop. I couldn’t help but think she was testing my skills, throwing me into the deep end to see how I would fare. If that were the case, I certainly didn’t want to let her down, so I remained vigilant and kept a wary gaze on all of the strangers that surrounded me. 

Out of nowhere a man sat across from me at the table with a beaming grin that caused my muscles to tense. He looked to be in his late thirties, surprisingly kind looking face, and a trucker hat that had a vulgar phrase and a pinup girl on it. I sat up straighter and adjusted my glasses, preparing for the possible threat that he could be. 

“You are too pretty to ignore.” He remarked, flashing his teeth, looking me up and down, and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, “Can I buy you a beer?”

I smiled politely and apologetically at the invitation, “Oh, sorry, I’m not really in the mood to drink.” 

“How about a coffee?” The strange man inquired.

I eyed the steaming mug beside my book, “I don’t need another cup yet, but thank you.” 

“That’s cool, I can wait.” He said with a shrug, “You like trucks? I have a brand new Ram fifteen-hundred pickup. Cherry red. Took a lot of hard work to earn her.” 

I pursed my lips. It was very doubtful that this man was the type of threat that Jayde had taught me to keep an eye out for, but I still wasn’t sure about his presence. So I forced another polite smile and nodded. I didn’t know the first thing about trucks, but I could play along if it got him to move on quicker, “That sounds pretty cool.” 

He perked up hopefully, “You think?” 

“Yeah, sure.” I agreed, nodding encouragingly, “I don’t know a lot about trucks, but—”

The stranger cut me off eagerly, “Oh, I can tell you all about them. You have to start with the engine, you see…” 

I resorted to smiling and nodding along as this man went into a rant that I knew I wouldn’t be able to interrupt even if I tried. The good news was he didn’t seem to care or notice that I was barely listening to a single word he was saying, only the fear that he might quiz me after dumping all this information kept me slightly engaged. I took the opportunity that his self absorbed ramblings offered me to glance around the diner again for potential threats. Or potential escape. 

My eyeline tracked around the restaurant until they landed on the entrance in time to see Jayde enter the establishment. Relief washed over me, surely she would give me a proper excuse to get out of this conversation that had me trapped in a corner. Then her gaze landed on me. I watched her brows furrow in a concerned frown at the look on my face, and when she noticed the stranger at the table, I saw her jaw clench and her eyes burn. The intensity of that reaction puzzled me somewhat. Was she simply worried about him being a threat? Or was it something else?

Could she be… jealous?

I forced that ridiculous thought out of my head. When her eyes locked on mine again, I offered a warm smile to calm that murderous look on her face. I watched as Jayde’s expression slowly softened under my gaze until the corners of her mouth actually began to turn up too. Her smile, reluctant at first, but forming into a genuine and beautiful visage, made my cheeks grow hot in a sudden flush. My reaction only made her grin grow more, becoming even playful as I looked down briefly and tucked some hair behind my ear. She was enjoying my blush, I realized. The fluttering in my stomach turned thrilled.

Maybe it really was jealousy…

Just the possibility made my suspicions about Jayde maybe liking me the same way I liked her that much more plausible, and that was enough to make my cheeks flush even hotter while I held her gaze. I took my bottom lip between my teeth in thought at the prospect, but also to see her reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. Jayde’s face turned to the shade that I was feeling on my own, looking me up and down in a way that caused the heat in my cheeks to flare throughout my body. 

The sound of a clearing throat suddenly yanked me out of this trance I was in with Jayde. My head snapped towards the sound, remembering I was in the middle of a conversation. I shook my head at myself and faced the man I had completely forgotten about. “I-I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was talking about the suspension on my truck…” He muttered, searching for whatever had captured my attention so completely. 

By the time he got a bead on Jayde, she was already more than halfway over to us. The stranger tracked Jayde’s movement all the way to our table and she fixed him with a glare that almost scared me, so I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be on the receiving end of it. I noted how the strange man instinctively curled into himself a little. She came right over to me, only taking her eyes off the guy long enough to give me a curious once-over, and I was shocked when she placed a gentle hand on my arm. I was caught even more off guard when the thumb on that hand gave me a tender caress, soothing whatever unease I had. 

“You okay?” She asked me in a calm tone. 

I nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine, Jay.” 

“Anyway,” The man said hesitantly, though some bravado came back as he prepared to continue, “Why don’t I show you my truck? I can take you for a ride.” He gave me a smirk and a wink, wagging his eyebrows at me to make sure I understood his deeper meaning. 

The disturbing mental image that entered my mind made my entire body internally recoil in disgust, but I still kept my voice as pleasant as possible, “No thank you.” 

“Oh, come on.” He urged quietly, glancing at Jayde, then back at me as if to say, You really wanna stay with this one?

“Back off.” Jayde growled so low that I almost didn’t catch what she said. 

My unwanted companion did though. He turned his head to scowl at Jayde and bark a retort, but she threw him such a hard look that it stopped him short. It wasn’t hard to see the wolf in her unwavering glare, in the way her jaw clenched and her lip twitched like she wanted to bare her teeth and snarl at him. Her eyes didn’t need to be glowing for me to understand that the animal under her skin wanted to sink its teeth into this man. And for what? For making me uncomfortable? 

Maybe I should have been more displeased with her actions, but something told me that this man wouldn’t have given up so easily otherwise. I had to suppress a shudder at the thought of what he would have done if I flat out rejected him. No, I was grateful for Jayde’s intervention. Especially when I could still feel her thumb brush against me and the unnatural warmth of her palm seeping through my clothes graced my skin comfortingly.

With the look Jayde was giving him, the man must have decided I wasn’t worth the effort, because he simply swallowed hard and said, “Maybe next time then.” Before getting up and hastily making his way out of the diner. 

I soon found that a part of me wished he hadn’t gone when I felt Jayde’s hand retreat from my arm. Was she really only touching me to protect me? The thought was slightly discouraging. It almost made me want to experiment, to test the hypothesis, but that motive didn’t seem like a good excuse. 

Jayde sat across from me in the seat the stranger had been in and she grimaced for a second, probably at the scent left over from him. “You sure you’re okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?”

My head shook dismissively, “All he did was offer me a drink and ramble on about his truck.” 

Her hand reached out across the table, almost like she was reaching for me, but it suddenly stopped halfway and pivoted to fiddle with the fork and knife wrapped in a napkin, “Good.” 

“You weren’t really worried, were you?” I asked with a small smirk as I focused on the way her fingers removed the strip of paper holding the napkin together to start folding it. 

“Of course I was.” She answered quickly. 

Quickly enough that my eyes snapped up to meet hers. There was an unnamed intensity there in her midnight blue irises, one that told me she would have sent that stranger through the window if he had hurt me in any way. After a moment, Jayde must have realized how intense she was being. She blinked and returned her attention to the piece of paper she had been folding. An awkward silence fell between us, only disturbed by the other customers mingling in the diner, and I struggled to interpret the deeper meaning I had seen in her stare. 

Finally, I mustered the courage to say something, “I appreciate it.” 

To my pleasant surprise, I saw a hint of the smile she had given me a few minutes earlier come across her lips. It was a bit of a reserved expression, as if she was shy about it, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling to witness. 

“I know I shouldn't…” Jayde started slowly while focusing on the paper, it had to be some form of origami, “But I worry about you a lot.” 

“Why?” I asked, nervous that I was being more of a burden than I originally thought. 

It took Jayde a prolonged moment to answer while she pondered her words carefully. Then she opened her mouth and spoke incredibly softly while she continued to fold a little paper creature in her hands, “You’re really important to me.”

My heart rate immediately picked up and my eyes started tracing the shape of her lips as if on instinct. I noticed too late that Jayde had looked back up at me when her smile deepened into a grin, and I glanced away so swiftly that there’s no way she didn’t catch it. There were only a small handful of seconds that I could take before I couldn’t stand not looking at her. Her stare was still firmly locked on mine when I directed my attention back to her. I had to say something with the way she was gazing at me. 

“You’re really important to me too.” I uttered through a deep blush. I felt better when her expression mirrored mine. 

The entire diner disappeared as we stared at each other for what felt like forever, but somehow wasn’t enough at the same time. Then Jayde held up a tiny paper crane that she made, handing it over to me. The tips of our fingers brushed together, causing heat to pool through my hand and up my arm, and I decided to let my touch linger for just a little longer than necessary before I fully accepted the crane. Jayde didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. My spirits were lifted once again. 

I studied the little paper crane. It wasn’t perfectly done, some of its edges were uneven, but I still smiled at it. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“My sister.” Jayde answered with pride, “Skye’s been crazy about origami since we were kids. She’s a lot better at it than I am, but she taught me how to fold a few things.” 

“I like it.” I said before handing it back to her. 

Jayde shook her head, “It’s yours.” 

I laughed. The gift was small and could be considered insignificant, having been made out of a strip of paper meant to hold napkins and utensils together, but my chest flooded with warmth and I pocketed the tiny bird in my jacket pocket where I knew it would be safe. “Thanks, Jay.”

She took a moment to smile at me, then sit up and say, “So, you hungry?”

I nodded, after a long day on the road, some food sounded perfect. “Very much so.”

“I’ll go grab us some menus.” 

I watched her go, feeling like just maybe things would end up the way I hoped they would. 

[mousehole5000]

it’s almost time for fruit tart 👀

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[scarsforsupper]

Did somene say "Send Prompt??"!?

Hi,I hope you're doing fine,if I may I have something that maybe can help?[actually it will be probably make things harder cause the prompts I create sometimes are oddly specific or nonsense]

"You're trying to knit a scarf for Viktor's bday,turns out is a conplete disaster,it's even itchy as hecc,though Viktor tries his best to hide it because you did your best and appreciates your hard work."

Feel free to change stuff,make headcanons,a drabble,whatever it makes you comfortable.Take your time ♡

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, and this scarf is...mm, delightful

Viktor x gn! reader (Unchecked and unrevised!!)

wc: 3.6k

HI HI IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! i started on reqs a week ago and i pushed myself to finish it today and post bc its!! my!! birthday!! im finally 18 ^^ a treat for u guys <3 for @togetherhearted

My sunbeam? Is that you?”

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sound of Viktor’s voice, electricity shooting through your nerves, a blush following immediately. Viktor has always had a way with words—they always leave you feeling fuzzy. A blushing mess.

Before replying to the man to let him know it was indeed you, your hands fumbled with the long wooden sticks, quickly shoving along with it the colorful bunch of yarn and fibers into the little brown case you’ve brought along with you.

“Yes! Yes, it’s me.” You hollered, the sound of the steady taps of his crutch getting louder and louder.

As he rounded the corner of the corridor connecting the door to the main room of the lab, you spun around in your chair to greet him, a mop of brown hair peeking past the wall. The rest of his gangly body came into view as he sauntered over to where you sat.

“How was the meeting?” you probed, attempting to draw his attention away from the small suitcase you’ve placed behind you.

Scrunching his nose in reply, “Not so good,” he sighed, “it appears Heimerdinger isn’t fond of having our recent innovations out to the public just yet.”

Melancholy dripped from his mouth and into your heart, it broke you to find out that all those late nights spent in the lab might as well be for naught.

Furrowed brows were evident in your features as rose from your chair and stepped towards him. You wrapped your arms around his sleek figure, palms resting on either shoulder blade.

"I'm so sorry, Vik." You mumbled against his waistcoat.

He chuckled softly, "You didn't do anything wrong, love." He coiled his unoccupied arm around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent, vanilla. Calming to the max.

"I know... it's just- I can't believe that you just got thrown off the right to reap what you've sowed—" at this point, you were fuming, "—all those sleepless nights, missing out on meals, literally working your best, and this is what you get?"

Viktor sensed your breathing increase greatly, your short outburst already manifesting physically. He slowly traced a finger up and down your spinal column, the other hand's thumb drawing small circles into your waist in an effort to calm you down.

You pressed the side of your head to his chest, ear directly above where his heart is, slow thumps easing you down.

"And tomorrow's your birthday..."

Yes, tomorrow is Viktor's birthday—which brings us back to whatever the hell you were attempting to create with the yarn you had purchased weeks ago.

In preparation for your lover's big day, you had decided to produce something that would hopefully be of good use to him—more so that the winter has been especially harsh this year. You figured you could have just bought something, but you were feeling sappy as you thought of what to give as a present for him.

You had gone to the market for your monthly restocking of perishables and non-perishables when you came across an unfamiliar yet striking stall that traded crafts materials for a few gold coins.

They had blazing crimson rows of wool, bright yellow balls of thread being spun, deep cerulean weaves hung in one corner, rich brown fabrics pinned for display—the little kiosk was a rainbow in itself; it housed the most vibrant hues you have ever seen with your eyes.

It was no question that you were by no means an artist, nor were you involved in any of the creative arts—but that didn’t mean that you were absolutely uneducated in the field. You knew bits of this and scraps of that, but you never really delved much into it. You were more of what people called ‘left-brained,’ focusing more on the analytical and logical aspect of things.

As a young scholar, your heart immediately sought out the natural and applied sciences: Robotics, Biochemistry, Engineering—the likes. You were one of those students that stayed behind after each lecture, opting to linger around to get homework and projects done, taking advantage of the presence of the professor to ask questions and to clear concerns. The fondness towards the scientific courses soon grew into a full-blown passion for discovery and knowledge. You graduated as one of the top students in the field of techmaturgy, which granted you the privilege of having your very own research laboratory in the academy grounds—which is where you were currently in at the moment—and what led you to the first encounter with the love of your life.

Viktor had his own lab that he shared with Jayce Talis, courtesy of Heimerdinger and Councilor Medarda’s approval. Being the dean’s assistant had its perks, but having his own research office did not count as one of them. He had only gotten his own area when he and Jayce proved that fabricating the arcane was indeed possible; he had shared an office with the dean only until then.

“On the bright side,” Viktor muttered, slightly pulling away from the embrace to hold you at arm’s length, one palm resting on your shoulder as he kept the other on his crutch to stabilize himself, “I wouldn’t have to spend tomorrow night writing up license manuscripts.” He looked at you with bright eyes, his brows relaxed and a small smile rested on his lips.

He studied your expression with great focus, searching for signs of either relief or discomfort—heart hoping for the former.

Your mouth turned up slightly as your eyes crinkled in joy, and he took that as a sign to continue.

“However, I am to spend the afternoon at work, we still have to clean up the lab and return everything to their respective whereabouts—we did acquire quite a few tools and hazardous materials that require immediate safekeeping when not in use.”

“Excellent!” You quipped, almost not letting him finish. It was a marvelous coincidence; now you would have enough time to finish what you were desperately trying to fabricate.

Viktor was surprised, he was expecting a gloomy reply, or perhaps a sunken expression to etch its way onto your face, but none of those occurred. It was quite the opposite, actually. A peculiar grin was present instead. He wasn’t offended, or disappointed—no, that’s not very much like him at all. If anything, he was curious. Intrigued. What could possibly make you feel relieved that he would be gone for the day, more so that it’s on his birthday?

There was only one seemingly appropriate answer to that: you were preparing something for him. Something that he was to not know of until then.

It only intrigued him further; the prospect of the unknown. It scratched that perfect spot in his scientist brain, gave him something to ponder and think about. Create theories about.

As fun as it would be to exercise his ability to crack you open—he likes to exploit that sometimes—he knew better than to do that. So he pouted instead.

"Excellent? That I'm gone for the whole day, save for the night?" He playfully scoffed, the huff racking through his body making his leg brace squeak in protest.

"My, I must say, I am thoroughly hurt," his voice rasped as he adjusted one arm on the handle of his crutch, the other one on his chest, emphasizing his words. "Such venomous words..."

"Oh, my apologies," you couldn't hold in your laughter as it rang throughout the room, the beautiful sound music in Viktor's ears. Oh, how he loved the raw sound of your unhinged laughter, he always felt as if he'd slept a full 8 hours after hearing such wondrous resonance.

The two of you laughed your hearts away for the rest of the evening, only ceasing when it was time to head to the warm apartment the two of you shared.

____________________________

Knitting was never your strong suit.

Marked with an 'X' on the calendar was the 29th of December—today. It's finally Viktor's birthday.

It was a bright morning despite the snow that fell upon the city of Piltover (and whatever parts of Zaun it could reach). It was light, which was what enabled sunshine to come through. The chill of winter stayed, but it was refreshing—and beautiful to bask in the bright of day, the whiteness of powder-soft snow glowing as the light hit every fractal.

You were stationed on the carpet just below the foot of the bed, a window to your right. It let in the perfect amount of light for your tedious project, you can't afford to make a mistake on this one. Though you most definitely already have. Many times.

You continued looping yarn after yarn, grips on the knitting needles unrelenting as you ransacked your brain for the lectures you've heard in a Home Economics class you sat in for the sake of learning how to efficiently live independently. You started at around 8 in the morning, a few minutes past when Viktor left for work.

You'd greeted him the moment the clock struck twelve the night before, and in the morning you'd greeted him with breakfast in bed knowing he won't spare a minute in the lab even for a quick snack. Good-bye kisses ensued as the two of you went on with your itinerary for the day: him, laboratory work, and you, this fucking handmade scarf.

It was like a trial by fire; it was testing each and every ounce of patience you've got. Ever since you started, random knots and out-of-place strands have been popping here and there, making it look like a damn foot rag. The only thing that could possibly one-up it was that it was soft on the hands, like a hand towel.

What you did forget to consider was that the skin on the neck was way more delicate—not to mention sensitive.

You were so keen on finishing your little project as soon as possible that you'd lost track of time; you were almost done, just a few more knots here-

And there.

In your hands lay a bunched-up maroon and navy-blue striped scarf—the product of your love. And stress.

Not bad for a first-timer, you thought.

To be fair, it did look decent enough to be gifted to someone, save for a few knots and loose threads here and there.

You had only started to feel the strain creeping up on your nerves from the prolonged hunching of your back and folding of your legs; you were too immersed in knitting that your brain had started to ignore every sensation but the materials in your hands.

Only then did it the realization dawn upon you as you glanced out the window, that the sun had begun to set—Viktor could arrive any minute. It didn’t even occur to you to remember when exactly you had gotten up to switch on the lights.

You scrambled onto your knees as you reached for the brown wooden suitcase, hurriedly stuffing the extra balls of yarn and knitting needles, pair of shears and measuring tool. Shutting the box close, you pushed it under the bed as you grabbed the finished scarf and sat on the edge of the bed. You folded the scarf evenly and placed it on Viktor's pillow, after which you headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for two.

You poured hot water over the filter as you felt your heart rate come down from its previous riled state. As you turned to the cabinets, the sound of the main door creaking joined the squeak of the cabinet door. With a bottle of sweetmilk in hand, you spun on your heel towards the counter when you found yourself face to face with a very eager and joyous looking Viktor.

Your shoulders jumped microscopically—you didn't even hear the soft thuds of his crutch against the wooden flooring of your apartment, only the door, was all.

"Jesus, Vik, I almost dropped your sweetmilk." You half laughed-half sighed, breath fanning his face as he inched even closer, just until about an inch was all there was between the two of you.

"Mm... and would you get angry if it did?" He mumbled, deep voice rich in his accent, you swore your knees almost buckled were it not for the invisible support his body had on yours.

"Birthday or not, I could never get angry at you," you leaned in and pressed a sweet yet short kiss on his lips before pulling away, "Happy Birthday, my love."

He kissed you in response, free hand snaking around your waist. You smiled against his lips, tongues barely dancing against teeth. You pulled away and pressed one last kiss before fully detaching yourself from him, his head following yours in pursuit of more.

The scarf. The scarf. You slipped away from his grasp, placing the bottle on the counter behind him. Things would have escalated very quickly if you hadn't pulled away—it’s not that you didn't want to—god knows how much you crave for him just as how he craves for you. But you had other things planned for today. And besides, sex could come later. Like a dessert; the cherry on top.

Viktor watched as you turned to face him, hands behind your back, supporting your frame as you leaned on the kitchen island.

You could no longer control your excitement, a large grin making its way on your face.

“Actually,” you spoke, voice sweet and soft like milk and honey, “I made a little something for you.”

Aha, Viktor thought, he got you right where he wanted. He played along, knowing that you spent so much effort in keeping the element of surprise—he didn’t want to water you down.

“A present? For me?” His eyes wide and his pupils blown. He was so in love with you.

You smiled back at him, relieved that he seemed just as enthusiastic as you.

“I’ll go fetch it.” At that, you left the kitchen.

Viktor followed you on your way to the bedroom. He’d caught sight of the neatly folded scarf on his pillow upon his arrival, but hadn’t paid much attention to it—he thought you had bought it from a clothing retailer—he had absolutely no idea that you had made it yourself. You just managed to catch him off guard even when he knew you were planning a surprise.

The scarf looked amazingly decent—at least when he was 10 feet away.

But now that he held it in his hands, he lost all words in his mental dictionary.

You had placed the scarf meekly into his palms as soon as he was close enough, you hadn’t had the words to say, so you decided the action would speak for itself. When he hadn’t muttered a single sound—only tossing and turning the fabric, smoothing it out, and stretching it carefully before him did you decide that it would be time to speak.

“Do you…do you like it?” You breathed, nervous that your little creation was a complete disaster.

It was. But Viktor wouldn’t say that. He would never admit that. To be fair, it wasn’t a complete disaster; it just…simply had a few too many mishaps. Which wasn’t a problem, at all! What mattered to him was the effort you put in and the love you had poured while making it.

“Is it alright? I-I did lose count of my rows a few times but I did focus a lot more!” At this point you were rambling. What if he didn’t like it? “I may have done it a little too tight in some areas but I can fix it if you wa-“

“It’s perfect.”

“W…what?” What?

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You like? It?” Oh god. He likes it!?

Viktor examined you as you stared him back. Pure love and appreciation were evident in those rich golden irises of his—a feature you adored so much. To see love in his eyes was like lying on a cool patch of grass during the summer, the scent of fresh morning dew and citrus distinct in the air.

He rested his crutch on the nightstand and placed the scarf back on the bed as he hobbled closer to you.

With all his heart (and a very thick accent,) Viktor reassured you as he took you into his arms, “I love it. I love it so much,” he cupped your cheek with one hand and stabilized himself with the other on your waist, “thank you.”

He finished with a sweet, warm kiss on your forehead, traces of his cedarwood perfume making its way to your nostrils.

Before crossing off gift-giving from your list, you first wanted to see what it would look like if he wore the scarf; you wanted to make sure he didn’t look stupid when you’d set off for your dinner date in town.

“Will you…” you stalled, shy eyes studying his face, your gaze alternated between the mole below his right eye and the one above his lip. It was a habit you couldn’t seem to break—settling on his beauty marks whenever you feel embarrassed or nervous. As your lover, Viktor was not unaware of this. In fact, he always seemed to catch on the second you lower your gaze from his eyes—and he’d immediately get to work on soothing you.

“…wear it?”

“Why, yes I would! I’d wear it every time I go out.” Viktor proudly spoke, prolonging the 'every.'

Your heart swelled at his statement, giggling as you rephrased it for him, “I mean, will you try it on? Here? Now?”

It was his turn to laugh.

"And I would do that, too"

He reached for the piece of knitted cloth he'd placed on the bedside table minutes ago, his senses registering the wooly texture of the yarns you used. He was almost sure it was going to provide him with the utmost comfort on the harshest of days; wrapping him with warmth and the love you had created it with—as if it were your own arms around him.

Almost.

Anticipation clutched your heart like a vice as you watched him carefully wrap the delicate fabric around his neck, tucking in the last few feet under the new swirl that constricted around him like a snake. It was almost adorable; you wished it lived up to how snug it appeared.

And it did, at first. Viktor felt blissfully warm. It was soft to the skin, and it covered what the cold loved to prey on first.

"I can't help but wonder," he inquired, "of all gifts, why a scarf? Much less, a handmade one?"

It wasn't that Viktor didn't appreciate something that wasn't ready-made or store-bought—it just had a homey feel to it—and he couldn't quite place the forlorn feeling of nostalgia that was starting to hit him like a brick. It just didn't seem orthodox for you to indulge in artistic craftsmanship. He knew you like the back of his palm—and he knew that you weren't the most artistically inclined.

"I remember you told me once... it was a long time ago, you probably wouldn't remember—but you told me-" you were staring at his mole again.

"Breathe with me, you're doing great."

Sucking in a breath at his instruction, you continued, "You told me that your mother was a craftsman. An artisan."

Oh lord... was that why you picked a handmade scarf as a present for him?

"I wanted to make something meaningful that would remind you of...well, home."

He did tell you stories of his mum. That she was the brightest and most creative artisan in all of Runeterra. You could recall just how starry his eyes would get and the glee that sang in his voice whenever he mused about her.

He loved her so much.

The soft glow that emanated from the window behind you as the sun dipped into the horizon definitely didn't help the newfound adoration for you that was starting to paint you in a new light. It was all coming together now, and it definitely scratched the itch in his brain.

Speaking of which, just as the itch in his brain was scratched, a new one formed. And it was coming from the skin under the fabric.

Viktor craned his neck—he didn't want to pay any mind to it—hoping it would somehow disappear if he continued ignoring it. But it didn't.

Miniscule tingling soon turned into full-blown discomfort; the prickling sensation ravaged around his neck like a lion would a helpless gazelle. It didn't help that you were fawning over him, eyes bright and vivid as you admired the way it looked on him.

"Wear it out to dinner later, hm?" You chirped, "I'm taking you out to town tonight."

Oh, my sweet pie, tell me how I'd last with this caterpillar—very lovely caterpillar—around my neck. But god forbid he say that. He saw right through your actions how much you'd anticipated for him to wear it, just as how you'd put the thought and meaning into making it—with your very own hands and sweat.

He smiled as he stretched his neck once more, pushing the irritating sensation of the threads in the yarn to the back of his mind; he could deal with it. As long as he had you by his side, he knew he could deal with anything. That was just how the two of you worked—you were the strength of each other.

A hand extended to you in invitation.

"Then, shall we?"

[conniespringerblkwife]

Drummer Boy

(Connie Springer x Female Reader | NSFW)

A/N: So i was using the bathroom and then BOOM Connie fic idea. In conclusion, using the bathroom=best ideas.

Also I wrote this awhile back and since it’s Connie’s bday today, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to post it.

Warnings: Connie with eyeliner, Smut: Fingering, rough sex, and Connie grabbing the headboard

Summary: Y/N and her childhood best friend, Connie grew apart when once they began college. Three years later, Connie sees Y/N practicing and his feelings return for her.

*2,785 words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Bad Romance (Lady Gaga) by Halestorm [Cover]

You and Connie used to be close friends since you were three all the way up to college.

Even though you two were best friends, you were polar opposites. He was an extrovert and you enjoyed quiet time by yourself. You had straight As, and Connie on the other hand, struggled in school. A D was an A to him. And although Connie was more popular than you, there was always one thing that brought you two together. Music.

Music has always been something you two can bond over. You played the violin and he played the drums. Even though you two enjoyed different genres of music, you understood each other's passion. Connie always wanted to play in a band and you always wanted to travel with a big orchestra and be first chair. You two understood each other's motives and worked hard everyday.

When you two started to grow up, you guys made a promise to never forget about each other when you two become famous. But that promise was broken, when you went to college. You and Connie both attended the same university, but became distant as you two joined different groups. You guys didn't realize the relationship died, it just gradually happened.

You both were caught up in different careers and lost time for each other.

You two met again, while you were practicing your solo, for an upcoming concert. You didn't realize anyone walked in until you heard the sound of clapping and a voice. "Wow!"

Your eyes adjusted to the figure below and you realized it was Connie. "That was amazing Y/n, you really have grown." He flashed a smile and you gave him a small one in return.

"Thanks Connie." You started to place your instrument in the case.

"How you've been?" He asked softly.

"Fine. And you?" You turned around to make eye contact with him.

"Good." You two stood in awkward silence. It's been so long since you two interacted with each other. You didn't know what to say. You guys haven't talked since freshman year of college, you're a senior now.

"Well, I'll go now." You gave him another small smile and proceeded. As you were heading out, you heard him call out your name.

"Wait Y/N!" You turned around and saw him jogging towards you. "Come to my gig tomorrow night."

"I don't know, I think I have practice tomorrow."

"Well if you don't." He pulled out a folded piece of paper out his pocket and handed it to you. "You're always welcomed." You studied the flyer and saw at the top, "10 pm: Riot of the Red Heart will be performing, 'There's a Hole in My Stomach.'"

"I'll see." You smiled and left the building.

*

You plopped on the bed and studied the flyer. "Riot of the Red Heart," you said to yourself. You decided to look them up and was amazed how popular they were on campus. You noticed they had an Instagram and clicked on their page. There were three members: Connie, a girl and a guy. The guy hair was pretty long and he had a beard, and also played guitar. The girl, you assumed was the main singer, had light brown hair and in her right hand was a potato.

As you continued to scroll through their page, you took note how happy Connie looked. Something in your heart twisted as memories came back, but you suppressed them and told yourself that you were happy that he was happy.

Unlike Connie, you didn't make any close friends during your four years of college. You had one friend named Mikasa and that was because she was your stand partner in orchestra, but outside of practice, you two never talked and if you did, it was only about what time practice was.

You put your phone on the charger and placed the flyer on the nightstand next to you, heading off to bed.

*

The next day you found out you didn't have practice and a part of you was happy that you could have a break. You decided to head back to your dorm and take a nap. It was rare for you to go a day without practicing, but you deserved it. You've practiced so much that your shoulders hurt more than usual. You would always forget to do stretches before and after practicing and would have to suffer the consequences because of that. As you drifted off to sleep you thought about Connie and wondered what he was doing right now.

*

"You guys excited for the night?!" Connie said wrapping his arms around Jean and Sasha's shoulders.

"Yep!" Sasha exclaimed, "Also after our performance can we go out to eat? I was thinking about that steak house down the street."

"Do you wanna go there because you've been crushing on that waiter?" Jean teased.

"What's his name?" Connie scratched his head and then smirked, "Niccolo?"

Sasha elbowed Connie in the side and walked off, " That's not true, I just liked the food there." Sasha crossed her arms while staring at the pavement trying to hide her embarrassment. "

"Mhmm, whatever you say." Jean remarked.

"Oh guys I invited someone." Connie spoke up.

"OOO who??" Sasha said.

"Her name's Y/n, she's a childhood friend." Connie rubbed the top of his head. "I want you guys to meet her."

"Oh she must be really special," Jean teased Connie.

"Yeah she is actually."

"Well I cant wait to meet her." Sasha said while throwing her arm around Connie's shoulders. Ever since Connie saw you yesterday, he couldn't get you out of his head. Connie used to have crush on you from middle school all the way to high school, but it left as you two grew apart. But those feeling returned when he saw you playing.

He didn't say anything that day when he entered the building and saw you practicing. He just stared in awe as you engrossed yourself in the music. Although you music was placed in front of you, your eyes were closed. It made him think how hard you have been working that you didn't even need to look at the music. He hoped you come tonight because he really missed you, and wanted to start over with you and possible relationship.

*

When you woke up , you saw that it was 9:00 pm. Your eyes then traveled to the flyer next to your clock. Connie's performance started in an hour. "I guess I could go." You said to yourself as you got ready.

You threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and fixed your hair before grabbing your purse.

Connie's band was performing at a small place called, The Corps Club.

When you entered the club, there were a lot of people, but it was pretty calm. Everyone was genuinely having a good time and you cursed yourself for not bringing Mikasa with you. You felt awkward as you sat at the bar fiddling with your purse, hoping to see Connie.

"Can I get you something?" A bartender said while cleaning a cup.

"Just a lemonade please, thank you." You were so focused on watching the bartender pour your drink you didn't even notice the presence beside you.

"Y/N Hey!" It was Connie. You took in his appearance and noticed he had on black eyeliner and wore a gray shirt that no sleeves along, a sliver necklace around his neck, and a chain that hooked to his pants. "I wasn't expecting you to come." He leaned on the table, "Hey Levi I'll pay for it."

"Oh no Connie that's okay." You protested but the man already took the money. "Thank you." You said softly while taking a sip of your drink.

"Thanks for coming y/n, I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

Connie then grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowds of people. "I want you to meet my friends." He shouted and lead you through a door. "Guys I want you to meet y/n."

You seen them before, but it was different seeing them in person. "Y/N this is Sasha and Jean."

"It's so nice to meet you!" Sasha said and then pulled you into a hug. "Any special friend of Connie's is ours too. You want some chips?"

"No thanks," You said, your face heating up slightly at the thought of Connie talking about you to his friends.

"I'm Jean." He said as he held out his hand. You didn't imagine him to be so tall you thought as you shook his hand. "Connie you didn't tell us your friend was hot." Your eyes widened at his words.

"Jean please shut up you're making her uncomfortable." Connie said while hitting the back of his head.

"Anyways y/n, we're performing a song called There's a Hole in My Stomach. It's about a guy and girl who are twin flames, but the girl gets shot in her stomach and the boy basically loses another piece of himself." Your mouth opens slightly at the sad, but oddly specific, story behind the song. "I know right depressing, but it was Connie's idea." Sasha continued.

"We have five minutes 'till we perform...Y/N I'll show you a good spot to watch us." Connie said while grabbing your arm. He led you to the front row, "This seems like a good spot." He then pulled you into a hug and you felt your heart beat quicken. "Thank you y/n," he whispered into your ear. He pulled away and ran off, leaving you stunned.

You were blown away how good Connie's band was. Although the topic of their song was depressing, they played as if it wasn't. The three complemented each other so well. Sasha's voice was also beautiful and powerful. Jean played the guitar with a smirk plastered on his face as he rocked his head back and forth (let me stop before i turn this into a jean fic).

You then looked over to Connie and saw how intense he was as he hit the drums. It was like he was different person. You seen him play the drums before in high school, but that was nothing compared to now. His muscles flexed as he drummed. You thought he looked sexy, especially with the sweat gliding down his face and his eye liner starting to smudge. As if he heard your thoughts, Connie made eye contact with you and winked and quickly looked away.

After the performance you met up with the three and congratulated them. "You guys did amazing and Sasha your voice is so beautiful."

"Thank you." She said while wiping the sweat off her forehead. They all were sweating and you saw how Connie's eyeliner was now smeared across his eyes. "Are you coming with us to eat?"

"Oh no, it's late, I need to get back to my dorm."

'Are you sure Y/N?" Connie said while patting his neck with a towel.

"Yeah..Thank you."

"Well let me walk you back since it's late." He said while throwing his towel on the couch.

"Bye y/n!" Jean and Sasha said as you and Connie headed out.

The walk back to your dorm was silent until Connie said, "Thank you for coming. I'm so happy to see you again."

You smiled, "Of course Connie."

"It's been a long time since we seen each other." You hummed in agreement. "I missed you so much y/n" Connie stopped walking and stared into your eyes.

"I missed you too." There was tension between you two and you didn't know why, but you continued walking anyway.

You two were now in front of your dorm's door. "Thank you for inviting me Connie. Good night." As you were going to open your door Connie then said, "Y/n wait." You turned around in confusion.

"I want to start over."

"What?"

"I really missed you. Like a lot." You nodded your head, confused to where he was going with this. "Fuck it." He then pulled you by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened at his sudden actions. You knew you should've pulled away but you couldn't.

You two were now in your dorm and you made out with each other as you straddled his waist at the edge of your bed. His tongue explored your mouth as he rubbed and squeezed your thighs.

Wanting more friction, you decided to rock against him and he groaned in your mouth. "Keep doing that." He said against your lips as he slid his hands under your sweatshirt to unstrap your bra. You were still in shock that you were making out with your old best friend, but that thought left when you felt his big hands cup your breasts and his thumbs circle your nipples.

He pinched and twisted your nipples as his mouth traveled from your cheek to your neck to suck on the skin.

You ran your hands through his hair and noticed that it was longer than last time you remembered. You giggled as a memory of you calling Connie a bald penguin popped up in your mind.

He then took your sweatshirt off and stared at your breast and then he squeezed your hips, urging you to keep grinding on him. "Stop staring."You whispered in embarrassment. He then attached his mouth to your nipple and you gasped at the wet feeling. His hands traveled your body up and down, his hands rubbing your curves and then cupping your ass as you continued rocking against him.

Your panties were wet and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you where you most needed it. He didn't notice you unbuttoned your pants until you grabbed his hand and slid it down to cupped you down there. He felt how warm and wet you were and began caressing you gently through your underwear.

He then pulled your panties to the side and rubbed a finger up and down your folds before placing his middle finger inside of you. You hid your face in his neck as you rocked against him while he placed another finger inside of you. He rubbed his other hand up and down your back to ease you. "You're so beautiful," he said softly before placing a third finger inside of you.

"Connie" You moaned his name and that's when he lost it. He pulled his fingers out of you and laid you on your back. He shoved your pants and underwear down while he peppered kisses on your neck. You kicked the remaining clothing off your legs and pulled his shirt off while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You two were now fully naked as Connie teased your folds with his penis. You bit your lip in anticipation. "Connie pl-" before you could finish he pushed himself inside of you and you clawed at his back as he stretched you out. He moved slowly first and you watched as his chain dangled in front of your face. You took that opportunity to grabbed him by his chain and pull him into a kiss.

He started to pick up his pace and you had to hold onto his shoulders for support. "So fucking tight." He said as he watched how you took him so well. When he felt you loosen up, he took the opportunity to lift your legs over his shoulder and pound into you. This new angle had you gasping for air as his hips snap against the back of your thighs.

His hand was gripping the headboard to go faster and his other hand also had a death hold grip on your waist, you knew there will be a bruise there tomorrow but you didn't mind. The more you said his name, the faster he would go.

He slowed down a bit when he felt your walls clench around him. You were close and he had to control himself because he wanted to make you cum first before him.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came intensely and then a few moments later, Connie also came.

Connie then pulled out and collapsed on top of your body, then proceeded to give you small kisses between your breast. You both were breathing hard and you felt a small smile slowly form on your face. "I know this wasn't the proper way to build our relationship back up." He said against your skin. "Let me make it up to you and take you out tomorrow." He looked up at you through his long eyelashes.

You smiled and brought his head up to kiss him again, "I would love that."

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[marshmallowprotection]

it's my birthday :DD can i get a bday beach picnic scenario with ge saeran? that's what im actually doing tomorrow w friends hehe. thank you!!

GE Saeran spent all morning and the night prior putting together the things that you liked. It was madness as he strained to figure out what things in his basket would make you happiest. There were so many things that he wanted you to have but he had to be reasonable. He couldn't bring all of it, so that's why he had to sit down and narrow it down while trying to make sure that you didn’t go and sneak a peak in the midst of that. He was serious when it came to surprises and you had to wait it out.

By the time that he was laying out on the picnic blanket on the sand, you were teetering over his side to get a glimpse at the streets that he made for you. He caught you, though, and chuckled as you pouted and sat down next to him. It was going to be okay in the end, he always humored you for being a good sport when he made you wait this long. He leaned over and kissed your cheek as you leveled out and smiled. 

“You’re determined to figure out what I made, huh?” 

“Well, you teased me all the way over here. I can’t help but be curious when you tell me over and over that it’s worth the wait.” 

“Well, the present to me on your birthday is knowing that I can tease you as much as I want because I know it makes you happy. Hey, don’t make that face, my love. I know you love it when I pull your leg.” 

“Hmph.” 

Saeran slid the basket in front of you and flipped it open. You peered down into it and smiled gleefully. He had made you your favorites just as you expected. That was why you loved him dearly. He remembered the smallest things that you had mentioned to him over the last few months. You couldn’t even remember telling him about all the things that you liked, but he knew. He just knew somehow and that was amazing. 

“Happy birthday, my love.”

It was already happy enough knowing that he was here. Saeran was your real present. 

[kelieah]

surprise (peter parker x stark!reader)

summary: you give peter a gift he would have never expected to receive from you

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst angst angst, fluff, language

edited: sorry this is super late :(

a/n: hehe, happy bday to the cutest puppy of all! thank you to everyone who helped me come up with ideas for this fic, ily all 3000

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You and Peter have been dating for almost a year now. You both decided to get together after all the chaos that took place in Europe. You two have been friends for quite a while before that, so the fact that your friendship with Peter flourished into something even better is one of the many reasons why you adore him.

His birthday is tomorrow and you wish to make it as special as it can be. Though you’re not exactly sure how to do that. You know your dad would’ve easily bought something tremendously big and written a cheesy yet short letter with it, and Peter would love it. But if you did the same, it wouldn’t be right. Right?

The night before his birthday, you were in a spiral. You had already planned a surprise party for him at his apartment though that was the least of your worries. You were pacing around your room, unsure if the gifts you’ve been preparing for weeks was enough or if you should add more things. 

Over the years you’ve been friends with him and the months you’ve been dating him, you put together memories and experiences all in a scrapbook. It looked cute and simple on the outside, but once you opened it up, the pages were filled with photos, letters, doodles, and colors. Many references or inside jokes were scattered along the side margins and stickers were put accordingly. You made sure it was perfect, but your gift still felt incomplete to you.

You wanted to be extra. You had to be extra. You remember your mom saying it was something you got from your dad. That man was always one for his dramatics. So you stayed up a bit later than you should’ve, making tiny little paper stars with sweet compliments, affirmations, and advice in them. Then you made as many as you can to fill up a glass jar shaped like R2-D2. 

Though to you, that still wasn’t enough. So you searched and searched and eventually found some vintage Star-Wars comics. Ignoring the fact that they were over a thousand bucks, you bought a dozen or so. His gifts were spread across your bed and you stared at it for what felt like hours.

Is this enough? Is this too much? Will he love it? Will he even like it? Shit.

You remember wanting to sleep and putting it all aside to figure out in the morning. You might’ve forgotten his birthday was the next day with how much you focused on the gifts than the actual date, so you woke up with panic.

You also remembered there was one last thing you wanted to get for Peter but once you glanced at the clock, it was already noon. You overslept.

You feel your heart drop immediately realizing that you weren’t able to text or call Peter a happy birthday or good morning. You assume he must be worried, or hurt or maybe upset? You place your face in your hands and fall into deep thought. Then it hit you, the surprise party is in three hours.

“Morning Friday, read my text messages and voicemails please,” you groggily lean against your bed rest.

“Are you sure, Y/n? You have 243 text messages and 94 voicemails,” Friday informs you. 

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Uhm, actually just read the ones from Mom, Peter, Aunt May, and Happy please,” you mutter.

“Understood,” Friday responds, beginning to go through your messages and voicemails, “Mom has messaged you, “Morning honey. Had to go to some meetings. Nanny is leaving at 1, please watch Morgan. I’ll meet you at the party. Could you bring Morgan with you when you go?” Peter has not messaged or called you. Aunt May has messaged you, “Hi dear! I’ve already baked up some cherry pies for the party, when are you going to be over to decorate? By the way, Peter went out and is probably patrolling,” with a smiley face and heart. Happy has messaged you, “Hello, I already ordered the catering, and went over the invite list. Are you up yet?” and he also left the voicemail saying, “Hopefully you’re up by the time you get this. Most of the Avengers are coming, except Thor, the Saviors, no wait, the Guardians of whatever they’re called, and Captain Marvel. I’m sure you could figure out why. Give me a call when you’re up.” Done.”

“Shit,” you whine loudly. You throw yourself out of bed and get to your morning routine. You quickly tidy up your room, take a quick shower, go through your skincare routine and get dressed up. You decided to put on some makeup and wear nicer clothes for once given it’s your boyfriend’s birthday.

You look around your room and inhale deeply, “Just that one last thing,” you remind yourself and walk off. After getting what you need, the nanny informs you that she’s leaving. You walk over to Morgan’s room and knock the door before entering, “Hi princess, you ready for Spider-Man’s birthday?”

She turns around, all dressed up in a pretty floral dress, “Hi sissy, yes! Don’t you mean, your friend boy?” she giggles, running up to you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “You mean boyfriend? Yes, c’mon pretty girl. We’re going to go now.”

An hour or so later, you’re making your way over to Aunt May and Peter’s apartment with Morgan in the backseat. You felt bad for not greeting Peter at all today but you decided to make it a part of the surprise. “He still has a tracker in his suit!?” you burst out in laughter as you stop at a red light.

“Seems like Tony didn’t get rid of it before, I don’t blame him,” Happy mutters. “You got everything right? Morgan, Peter’s gifts, the decorations, and your head?”

“Yes Happy,” you glance into your back seat, checking in on Morgan and seeing the piled clutter. “I feel like Santa Clause with a bunch of gifts and an elf in the backseat,” you chuckle. Morgan gasps and makes a silly expression at you that brings a smile to your face.

“Maybe you are with all the cookies you eat,” he jokes.

“You’re one to talk, anyway where’s Peter now?” you ask as you drive off as soon as the light turns green.

“He’s swinging around, I saw the news. He’s interacting with fans and interviewers, a pretty rare case.”

“True, he must be trying to distract himself. Am I the only one who hasn’t greeted him yet?” you ask, nervously biting on your bottom lip.

“Yep.”

“Shoot, well I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Let’s hope so, I’ll see you and Morgan when you both get here. Gotta help May out with the pies.”

“Sure, the pies,” you tease, causing Happy to roll his eyes and end the call.

You feel your heart stop as Peter suddenly gives you a call. You fight the urge to pick up and shower him in reassurance and love, but ignore for the sake of the surprise. 

Ten to twenty minutes later, you and Morgan arrive at May and Peter’s apartment. You smile and knock on the door, struggling to hold everything in your arms while holding Morgan’s hand.

“Hello hello, you two,” Aunt May opens the door with a bright smile on her face. She lets you in and helps you out, “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, I overslept. I wasn’t sure if my gifts were enough,” you pout and kiss her cheek. 

“That’s okay. Morgan baby, Happy’s in the kitchen.” May smiles and ruffles Morgan’s hair. Morgan hums and hugs her leg, running off.

“These are all your gifts for him? Sweetheart, it’s his birthday not Christmas,” she giggles. “I’m sure he would love anything you get for him, even if it was a cheap lego set.”

“I know I know, it’s just Peter has been through so much. I feel like he deserves the world,” you say bashfully.

“You’re so cute,” she hums and helps you place the many gifts on a certain table. “Remember, you have been through a lot too.”

“Yes, but today’s his day,” you cross your arms. “Anyway, enough chatter. We should decorate now, everyone’s coming over in an hour right?”

“Yep. I also told Peter to swing around for a while and bring Thai food home at 4. He thinks it’s just going to be him, Happy and I. I told him you have work,” she says, grabbing some decorations.

“Okay, perfect. I feel so bad, I haven’t communicated with him since last morning,” you huff and grab some streamers.

“I’m sure he understands, kid gets busy too,” Happy walks over from the kitchen with Morgan trailing behind him. “Man, are these all your gifts for him?” he glances over at a table filled with only your gifts.

“Y-Yes? Why is that such a bad thing,” you groan.

“It’s not, I think,” he glances at May who gives him a look. He puts his hands up in defense and slowly walks back into the kitchen.

“You’re fine, honey. Also, I love your dress, isn’t that?” she tilts her head.

“Yeah, it’s the dress I was wearing on our first date,” you smile to yourself, glancing down at your cherry red dress. It fit perfectly, not too loose or tight and it had pockets. Something you and Peter were always amused by.

After the three of you finish decorating, the guests begin to arrive. Most of the team showed up and you and Peter’s close friends. You let out a sigh of relief and lean on the fire escape railing, looking out at the city. You glance at your watch, “Almost time.”

“Hey there,” you hear from behind you. You look back and see Happy.

“Hey.”

“You doing alright? Peter’s coming soon,” he says and walks next to you, leaning against the railing.

“I know, I just feel like. I did too much? Too less? I’m not sure, I just wanted this day to be perfect for him especially after last year,” you mutter and glance at Happy with teary eyes.

He smiles sadly and pulls you into a hug, “It’s absolutely perfect. You know, Peter isn’t going to be the only one who’s proud.”

“Who else? You?”

“Well, besides me and a bunch of other people. Your dad,” he murmurs.

You feel your heart tighten and you stifle a cry, stuffing your head into his chest. He sighs and hugs you close, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. Sometimes I feel like he never left, because everyday I see him in you,” he pulls away, holding your shoulder.

You smile softly and nod, “T-Thank you, Happy really,” you sniffle.

“Of course. You should probably tidy up, your makeup’s running,” he takes a step back.

You laugh half-heartedly, “Alright. Could you tell everyone to get in their places?” you begin to walk towards the apartment.

“Got it,” he nods and follows you back inside.

Your heart was racing, everyone wasn’t sure if he was going to show up at the front door or his room. Happy gives the signal that he’s arrived and everyone goes silent. You feel a slight sense of relief when you hear noises from the front door. If he came through his room, he probably wouldn't be that surprised. 

Peter sighs and holds the bag of Thai food in one hand, opening up the door with a key in the other. His senses have been all over the place today and his heart didn’t feel like it was in the right place. He was beyond worried about you, he didn’t even care that it was his birthday. He just wanted to know if you were okay.

He opens the door, calling out for May. “May, I’m home-”

“Surprise!” Everyone appears out from their spots, greeting Peter with bright smiles and confetti. 

Peter instantly jumps and places a hand over his heart. “G-Guys!? Bruce? Scott? Wait, Ned? MJ!?” he stammers, looking all over the place.

“Happy birthday, Spidey,” you come out of your hiding spot, smiling warmly at him.

“Oh my god, Y/n,” he breathes out and rushes over to you, pulling you into a hug. You let out a gasp as he picks you up and spins you around. He places you down and hugs you closer. He pulls away and glances at your dress then at you, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he sighs, kissing your cheek. 

You blush at his comment and fiddle with your dress. “Thank you,” you smile, hoping he notices your outfit.

“Wait, isn’t this the dress from our first date?” he holds some of your dress and glances at you. You grin and nod, he sighs happily and pulls you back into a hug.

Everyone reacts sweetly until Flash, who was surprisingly invited yells out, “Get a room!” Everyone instantly glares at him and he shrivels up, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes and Peter ignores him, peppering your face with kisses. “I thought you were mad at me or something, or hurt, or just forgot about me,” he rambles, holding your face.

“Well, luckily none of those are the cases. I just wanted to surprise you,” you hum.

“You planned all this?” he gapes, glancing around his apartment once again.

“Yes, but I had a lot of help,” you hum.

“Friend boy!” Morgan squeals and rushes over, hugging you and Peter’s legs. “Happy birthday,” she beams.

Peter’s eyes soften and his bends down, “Thank you cutie,” he grins.

She squeals and hugs him, “Can you be my friend boy?”

You gasp dramatically, “Morgan, he’s my friend boy.”

“I don’t know babe, Morgan looks amazing in her little princess dress,” he picks up Morgan, holding her close.

You pout and cross your arms. Morgan bubbles happily and wraps her tiny arms around his neck.

To say Peter was overwhelmed with happiness was an understatement. He felt relief, appreciation, love and support. This whole time he was worrying that he had done something wrong when really nothing was wrong and everyone was just hiding and being quiet for his surprise.

After catching up with some of the Avengers and friends and eating dinner all together, it was time for cake and presents.

You couldn’t express how unbelievably happy and emotional you felt for Peter as he stood in front of his cake as everyone sang Happy Birthday to him. His face was filled with pure joy and you wish that could stay on his face forever, because to you, that’s what he deserves and more.

Not much later present time begins and Peter starts to open up everyone’s gifts. You told him to open yours last. You absolutely adored this boy and your heart swelled up every time he held a genuine smile to his face as he opened his gifts. He got up, thanked and hugged every single person who had got him a gift. You truly are smitten for him.

“Who are all these gifts from?” Peter asks, glancing at the huge piles of gifts left. “I thought I had opened everyone’s except Y/n’s already,” he chuckles. 

“Those are all mine,” you walk over, sitting next to him.

“Oh, flower,” he mutters softly and pouts out his bottom lip. “You didn’t-”

“Ah, please open them and shut your mouth,” you cross your arms. Everyone laughs in amusement at your sass and watches as Peter begins to open up the gifts.

Peter first opens up the comic books and jars filled with little letters, “Oh my god, you didn’t,” he whimpers happily. “This must’ve cost a fortune,” he holds up the comic books.

“What? All I did was write on little pieces of paper and-”

“Babe.”

“I know! I’m joking, on to the next please,” you coo and kiss his cheek. 

He huffs and unravels the next gift, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. He slowly flips through the pages of the beautiful scrap book you made for him. He comes across a page where it was you, your dad and him in multiple photos. He lets tears slip form his eyes and glances at you with softened eyes, “Y/n,” he mutters.

“Larb you,” you kiss his cheek. He places the scrapbook aside and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“I larb you more,” he sighs. 

“I thought that was our thing,” May pouts, causing everyone to chuckle at her comment.

“It can be our thing too,” Peter teases. “Is that all?” he sniffles, glancing back at you.

“One more thing,” you smile cheekily.

“Oh man,” he sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Morgan,” you look up, running your hands through Peter’s curls. She grins and grabs the last small box, bringing it to Peter.

He looks up and smiles, silently thanking her. “You want to help me open it?” he asks her. She nods and sits on his lap, helping him pull away the ribbon. As they both do so, the box falls and reveals the gift your mom once gifted your dad, then to you. Peter covers his mouth, “No, I can’t-”

“Peter,” you shake your head.

He sniffs once again, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as he glances at the glass case with your dad’s arc reactor inside. He glances down at the words surrounding the arc reactor, “Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart,” he sobs.

You glance up seeing that your mom smiles sadly, wiping away some tears. “Happy birthday,” you repeat, kissing his cheek.

“Why are you giving this to me?” he stammers, hugging Morgan back as she hugs him close, nuzzling her head into his neck.

“Mom, Morgan and I already have many parts of dad with us. You don’t have as much and we all know how much he meant to you. You really are a part of our family too Peter, and I felt like you deserved this. Now you can see that his heart also belongs with you,” you smile warmly, cupping his cheek and wiping his tears away.

Everyone watches the heart-touching moment unravel, a sad yet understanding smile appearing on their faces. “I love you. I love all of you, and you,” he pokes Morgan’s nose, causing her to giggle.

“We love you too Peter,” everyone chimes in.

“I love you more,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

“I love you 3000,” Morgan pouts, playing with his shirt. You and Peter look at each other with sad smiles.

“I love you 3000 too.”

tagging some mutuals who might be interested! @ariistotles @cosmicholland @petersholland @tonguetiedholland @theamazingtomholland @tombrina @spideyyeet @toms-gf @peterspideysstuff @chloecreatesfictions @mcdwcman @hollandsrecs @the-salty-asian @fallinfortom @hermayone @allegra-writes @waitimcomingtoo @futuremrspcy @dreamofaprilsblog @t-lostinmendes @musicalkeys @icyhollands @beverlyparkerr​ @marvelhoesworld​

[unbelievableholland]

Hey, can i request a harry x reader, where the reader is tom personal assistant, meaning she was with tom in America, while the twins were in London celebrating their birthday. And her and harry have been together for a long time so she's really sad she cant make it and so is tom. And it doesn't help that leading up to the interview the bday was the only thing talked about in the family gc. So they both just decide to still fly to the UK and surprise them all. Thank youu😊

Surprise!

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader

Warnings: nothing. Just flufffff.

Words: 2,610

Summary: You’re Tom’s PA, but also Harry’s girlfriend. What happens when Tom’s interview is rescheduled to the day of the twins’ birthday, and you’re thousands of miles away from London?

A/N: Again, sorry this took so long! And this also might be the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written. I hope you like it!

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“Tom! Your interview with GQ got rescheduled to Friday!”

It’s a Monday afternoon, and Tom surprisingly had nothing to do today. Being his P.A meant knowing his schedule, and also managing your own life. Part of that is clearing his schedule for Friday so you could go back to London in time for the 21st birthday of your 5-year boyfriend, Harry. Tom’s brother, of course.

Hearing frantic footsteps running down the stairs is not what Tom expected to hear today. He thought this is a chill day for the both of you.

Tom stands up from the couch, eyes wide and panicking. Quickly swallowing the tea he has in his mouth, he speaks.

“What?! I thought Friday was all clear???”

“Yeah I thought so as well! But I just got an email from GQ that it’s going to be moved!”

Tom has his hand running through his hair and he’s pacing around the room.

“Can’t you cancel it?”

You look at him with sad eyes. “You know it’s not that easy”

Tom just ends up sitting down in defeat. You and Tom had been looking forward to going home and attending the twins’ party. You have plane tickets and everything, and all you’ve talked about in the Holland group chat is the party.

Since it’s already their 21st birthday, they have a big party planned.

“Fine. I’m just going to tell them we can’t go.”

Tom doesn’t want to, obviously, but it’s not like he has a choice.

You don’t answer. You only go back to your room upstairs. Although it does seem hopeless, you’re determined to make this work.

You sit on your bed, right as you get a call from Harry.

“So, you’re really not going to attend?”

Your heart sinks a little. You don’t like hearing his voice so sad. You promised you’d go home in time for the party, and all of you were looking forward to it.

You sigh. “I’ll make it work. I’ll find a way around it and we’ll make it there in time. I just have to—”

“Y/N, it’s ok. Don’t stress yourself out too much. After the interview, you can go back here and we’ll do another celebration. We’ll invite a few friends and it’ll be fine.”

His voice sounds enthusiastic now, because he just accepted that it comes with your job. He offered it to you in the first place when Harrison had to quit due to his own career.

“I know you’re pouting right now, Y/N. Stop pouting. If you try to reschedule Tom’s interview, you’ll only stress yourself out more.”

“Ok, fine. Promise we’ll celebrate after?”

“Promise. I have to go, we have some party planning to do. Love youuu”

“Love you too, babe.”

With another sigh, you hang up. Yes, you told him you wouldn’t reschedule, but you’re already determined to make it work.

And so far, Tom’s interview is canceled because the studio they were originally going to shoot in is closed because of technical problems. At least, that’s what they told you.

The party on the other hand, starts at 7:00 pm on Friday, February 14th. Your flight is scheduled on 5:00 pm on Thursday.

Now, you have to figure out a compromise for GQ. You could have the interview moved to Wednesday, because it gives them time to figure out the technical problems they have and you can make the party on time.

You pull up your laptop and you start writing them an email. For hours that night you’re just sending emails back and forth with GQ.

Technically, you could just tell them you aren’t going to attend. The interview being cancelled isn’t Tom’s fault. The only reason any of you don’t want to cancel the interview is because it was already announced to the fans and all of them are excited.

But at the end of the day, after a lot of convincing and reasoning, they rescheduled the interview to two weeks from now.

You stand up, quietly jumping and celebrating since now, you’re actually going to make it to Harry’s birthday. You’re too excited that you can’t even sleep.

You keep weighing your options though. You can tell them, or you can surprise them. As you pace around your room, trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t bother Tom, you ultimately decide to not tell anyone.

Not even Tom.

In the morning, you tell him that you had already cancelled the flight, which, obviously you haven’t. You just need to make sure he doesn’t actually cancel it for real himself.

Ever since Monday, Tom has been a little gloomy. You feel bad, but at the same time, you wanted to keep the surprise. So as much as you could, you tried to cheer him up until Thursday.

You know he’s tired, so you cleared his schedule for the week, except for the GQ interview. At least, that’s what Tom thinks. Clearing the rest of his schedule is something you didn’t think was possible, but you still did it. His mood lifted a bit, but it didn’t help that the Holland GC is filled with details about the party.

You were looking forward to it, but not as much as Tom. He gets homesick and he just wants to go home. For once he just wants to let loose.

But, tomorrow is already Thursday. So, you just have to wait a few more hours and you could finally tell him in the morning. Later in the night, you face time the Hollands to wish the twins an advanced happy birthday.

God, you really did miss them so much.

Once the call ends both you and Tom go to your designated bedrooms, you set your alarm and you go to bed.

Usually, waking up at 6 in the morning when you have nothing to do isn’t the best start to your day. No though, you practically jump out of bed and run to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.

Tom would be waking up in about an hour or so, and once he does, he immediately smells eggs and bacon. Which is rare, because you usually just order something for breakfast because both of you aren’t really the best at cooking.

“Uhm, are you cooking? I thought you didn’t know how to cook?”

You shrug. “I’ve been taking lessons from Sam.”

You present him two plates. Both have bacon, eggs, and garnished with toast and parsley. It looks good, and Tom’s surprised. He’d never seen you cook something that looks this appetizing.

When he takes a bite, he absolutely loves it. For once, you didn’t burn the bacon…or the eggs…or the toast.

“What’s got you in a good mood today?”

“Well, maybe because of these.”

You get the plane tickets from your pocket and you show it to him.

“I didn’t cancel the flight. I told them to reschedule, and they did. The interview is two weeks from now and I cleared your schedule for next week, so we can spend the next week in London.”

His whole face beams, his eyes wide and fills with happy tears as he engulfs you in a hug and spins you twice than puts you down.

“You, Y/N L/N are the best PA ever. Don’t tell Harrison that though.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” you teased. You laugh for a bit, both of you happy that you’ll be able to get home in time for the party.

“I’ll go pack my bags then.”

“Tom, I already packed it for you earlier when you were sleeping. Just take a shower and all that then we’ll go to the airport.”

“You…really are the best you know.”

“I try.” you shrug.

“Don’t tell anyone though. I was thinking of surprising them.”

With a nod of his head, he goes to his room and prepares himself for the long flight you have ahead.

You on the other hand, is already prepared. So, all you have to do is wait.

Hours later, during the flight, Tom’s asleep beside you. You’re always the type to get bored on plane rides, so you preferred the window seat. Unfortunately, even after continuously trying to convince Tom to switch seats with you, he didn’t budge.

So, you ended up doing nothing on the plane. You couldn’t find any good movies to watch, and you’re way too excited to fall asleep anytime soon.

You look at your phone, and with an exasperated sigh, you tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling for a few minutes.

You still have 7 more hours to go.

“Tom. Tom, wake up. We’re here.”

“Hmph. 5 more minutes”

You roll your eyes. You slowly grab the pillow from under his head and yank it out from under him. Since he’s leaning towards the wall, he hits his head.

“Ow!”

“I said, we’re here. You already stole the window seat, the least you can do is get up.”

“Fine, fine.”

As he got up, he grabbed his bags from the overhead compartment then grabbed yours and handed them to you. Once you had your bags, you immediately ran out. Since everyone already got out before you, the plane is relatively spacious and you have more than enough space to run out.

“Y/N! Wait for me!

“You already took too long, you div! I want to see my boyfriend!” You shout from across the plane and Tom chuckles at your childishness.

“You don’t think I do too?”

“You’re telling me Tommy has a boyfriend?” You tease, but you laugh at the face Tom makes. He tilts his head back and groans.

“You know what I mean!”

“Hmm, do I?”

He rolls his eyes and chases after you when he sees that you start running.

When the cab arrives in front of the Holland household, you excitedly get out, but you immediately stop.

“Wait, Tom, should we surprise them at the actual party?”

“We can, but where do we stay?”

“We can stay at my place.”

“Aren’t your parents home?”

“I meant my house.”

“You have a house?!”

“Well technically, I share it with someone else.” you wink and run to the direction of your house, while Tom is busy thinking about what you had implied.

“You and who’s house?” You continue to run though, and he starts to shout.

“Y/N— you and who’s house!?”

He only groans when you don’t even look back and runs after you. He catches up quick since you’re carrying bags. So is he, but he’s more active than you.

Once you got to your house, only a few blocks away from the Hollands, you get the keys in your back pack and open it.

Tom’s eyes go wide when he sees pictures of you and Harry together. Some of Harry’s things that Tom could recognize is also there.

The house looks clean. It’s very organized and it’s very artsy. When he explored more of the house, he even saw a studio and a room with gym equipment. Your voice from the kitchen snaps him out of his shock.

“Harry told me earlier that he’ll be staying at your place today. He said he already left food and water for Holly, so he won’t be back here until tomorrow.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who’s Holly?” and as if on cue, you hear the pitter patter of paws going down the stairs. A little mocha colored pug greeting you.

“What?! You’re telling me, you and Harry have a house a few blocks away from ours, and you have a dog?!”

“Yup!”

“How did we not know??”

“Well, about one or two years ago, we wanted our own private place, and the previous owners of this house just moved out. We got a little lonely sometimes, so we got a dog. Oh, and whenever Harry randomly disappeared or whenever he says some dumb excuse to leave the house, this is usually where he goes. We didn’t usually stay here though, this is kind of just our…safe space, you know?”

Yes, Tom does get it, and seeing you there, sitting on the couch playing with the pug you and Harry have, he knows that Harry’s in good hands. That he’s happy. Tom has always been protective over his brothers, and that included being skeptical of you at times. Even though he knows you’re a good person.

It just kind of hit him now that, you’re it for Harry. Even if you and Harry have been together for years.

“You can stay in the guest bedroom for now, since it’s 3 am and the party isn’t until hours later.”

“Uh yeah, sure. Where is it?”

“Upstairs, first room to your right. Bathroom’s the last door in the hallway to your left.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks.”

“Uh, Tom? I’m sorry if this is all so sudden. Harry and I really just wanted our own place and—”

“It’s fine. I’m not mad. Shocked, yes, but I’m happy if the both of you are happy.”

“Thanks.” you say with a very grateful smile. You know how much Tom loves his brothers, so him saying those words means a lot to you. You’ve always been like his little sister, but this just feels like you’re officially a part of their family. To some degree, at least. You still need to tell Dom and Nikki.

Just before he disappeared from your line of vision, you yell.

“Oh, and Sam knows!”

“WHAT?!”

When Tom wakes up, he sees that you’re buzzing with excitement. You look really excited to be home, and so is he. Of course, he waits a few more hours since the party’s at 7. He takes a nap, and once he wakes up, you’re already dressed.

“Tom, come on! Get readyyyy!”

You’re running around the house, trying to find your boots and getting your gift for Harry.

When Tom came out of his room, prepared and well dressed, he sees the box your holding.

“Took you long enough, ya div.”

As you both walked along the sidewalk, he points to the box.

“So, what’s in the box?”

“Remember the Nikon camera he’s always wanted?”

“No. No way.”

“Yes. Yes way. I’ve been saving up for it.” You say with a proud smile on your face.

“That’s like, 2,000 dollars!”

“yeah, I know.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you before, but you’re good for him. Thank you.”

He says this as you arrive at the front door of the Holland household, and just before you open the door, you hug him.

“Thanks Tom, I appreciate it. Really.”

You pull away gently, and he beams at you.

“Don’t let it get to your head, L/N.”

“Hmm, I’ll try. You ready?”

“Go ahead.”

You open the door. The party hasn’t started yet, and no one has arrived yet.

When Sam hears the door open, his head turns towards you. The moment he realizes what’s happening, he slaps Harry’s shoulder excitedly and points towards you.

You look at both of them with a large smile and set the gift down on the shelf near the door.

“Happy birthday boys!”

Harry runs to you immediately. Passed Tom and hugs you. You jump up so your legs are around his waist as he spins you.

“God— I missed you, darling!”

He puts you down and kisses you. It’s the giggly kind and you both smile into the kiss and he pulls back to look at you.

“Best birthday ever.” He kisses your head and pulls you to his chest, your arms wrapped around him.

“Hey! What about me?” Tom says as he fakes a pout.

“Stop ruining the moment, dickhead.” You and Harry say in unison.

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Survey #437

“you get what you pray for  /  you don’t get anything”

Do you tell your mom and dad everything? No. Who was the last person you talked about something that was bothering you with? Most likely my mom. What’s your favorite musical? I don't like musicals. Who did you last share a taxi with? I've never been in a taxi. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it? I've never done drugs, but the first time I drank was actually an accident. I'd come in from a long, hot walk, and I desperately needed water, and Mom offered me what I thought was just pink lemonade. Turns out it was a Mike's Hard Lemonade and I CHUGGED it before everyone around me was like "NOOOO!" because it was alcohol lmaooo. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy motel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free? I'm sleeping in my car. I'm afraid of things like bed bugs. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? I don't think so? Have you ever rolled off your bed in your sleep? Pretty sure no. What is your favourite planet? Saturn! Do you enjoy Mario games? Not really, honestly. They're just not my style. Mario Kart is fun every now and again, though. What flavor fruity drink is your favorite? Strawberry, in most cases. Ever done a keg stand? No. Who is the last person you lent money to? My mom. Do you have any health problems that are unusual for your age? I have carpal tunnel in my wrists from typing so much, but I'm not sure how "unusual" that is for young adults nowadays... I feel like there's something else, but it's evading me right now. Do you bite your nails? No, I pick/peel at them. :x What’s the longest nap you’ve ever taken? Oh god, hours. To the point it no longer really qualifies as a "nap." When people ask you about school, what is your usual response? Do you enjoy talking about school? Why or why not? I get all awkward and just reply that I gave it numerous shots, but my mental health couldn't handle it. I hate talking about school because I feel like a failure. Do you know how to fill a car’s tire with air? Have you ever had to do it? No to both. Do you like your best friend’s parents? Why or why not? Omg I LOVE them. They are spectacular people with massive hearts. I especially am drawn to her dad, whom I find incredibly inspiring. Both her parents are just great. I miss 'em. What do you like in your hot cocoa - marshmallows, whipped cream, candy canes? Do you even like hot cocoa? I loooove hot chocolate. I really just prefer it plain, but you can toss a few marshmallows in there. Which do you have a problem with: over-eating or under-eating? I'm way more likely to over-eat than under-eat. A girl likes her food lmao. The last boy you kissed, good-looking? He's by no means ugly, but I wasn't physically attracted to him personally. Do you love him? Not romantically, but definitely platonically. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. I don't like Pepsi. When was the last time you were given flowers? Ummm... I want to say the last time was many years ago when Tyler visited for the first time when we started dating. What do you want to name your children? I don't want kids. But hypothetically, Alessandra and probably Damien. Would you ever write a letter to someone you haven’t met yet, like your future spouse? No. I'd probably get too emotional anyway. Do you carry a mirror in your purse? No. Do you believe that there is beauty in everything? I've always thought this was such a stupid idea that tries to make reason out of life and its tragedies. Like yeah, cancer, rape, murder, etc. are definitely "beautiful." There is absolutely no beauty in a vast plethora of things. The first time you smoked, did you cough like a fool? I've never smoked before. When you were younger, did you have a Neopets account? Oh, yes. I loooooved Neopets, but not quite as much as Webkinz. I've actually remade a Neopetz account multiple times because I'd forget my info, ha ha... Who was the last person you got in a fist fight with? I've never been in a physical fight. Did you and your mom ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? Not "move out," no. We did, however, have a fight where I stayed with Dad for I want to say a week, maybe a bit less. Do you dislike anyone? Why? Well, yes. I don't know anyone who doesn't dislike somebody. There are a few people, in my case, that I'm not going to spend time going through and pointing out what I don't like. Do you think you will be in a relationship 2 months from now? No. Do you always feel like you’re making mistakes? Like constantly. Does your animal sleep with you? Roman usually does, yeah. Do you have any baby pictures of yourself on your computer? No. Mom has those in photo albums. What kind was the last chip you ate? I want to say traditional Lays? It was at my nephew's bday party. Do you eat onion rings? No, I'm not a fan. What was the last thing to disgust you? I think it was some thumbnail I saw on YouTube, even though it was (weakly) blurred. Where do you see your ex in 5 years? "The" ex, I don't want to think about it. Probably somewhere great for him, but would break my heart if I knew. Do your parents swear? Dad swears big time, while Mom tries to hold it back. You won't hear her say something like "fuck" unless she is SERIOUSLY upset. Do you ever drink warm milk? Warm milk sounds literally disgusting. Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow? No. I literally just came back from my break from it, so it'd be more funny than anything. The universe's way of telling me "nah, son." Who do you know that wears the most makeup? My friend Summer, but then again she's a cosmetologist. Have you ever had bronchitis? No, thankfully. Jason had it BAD once and I will neeever forget that cough, good Lord. Do you like to wear makeup? I hate applying it more than anything. Like, I love that it can help me feel prettier, but I pretty much never wear it because it's just a pain to put on, especially by myself because I have bad tremors in my hands. How many times have you been to the ER? Way too many times for being suicidal. How often do you feel lonely? Honestly, pretty much always. When are you most uncomfortable? I dunno, man. I'm always uncomfortable about one thing or another. Has anyone ever revealed a secret about you? Not that I remember... Have you ever revealed anyone else’s secret? No, that is such a shitty thing to do. Have you ever had a family member/friend that was hospitalized? Yes. Have you ever been in trouble with the law? No. Is there anything you want to experiment with? I mean, nothing that quickly comes to mind. There are things I want to try, but nothing major. What do you hope happens to you after you die? Mixed feelings. Sometimes I hope there's some sort of nirvana-like state we experience, I think it'd be wonderful to be reunited with loved ones, but I also sometimes think it'd be best if we just... stopped existing. Consciousness just stops. I dunno. I'll find out eventually. What is the most disgusting thing you have seen in person (not on TV)? Probably a maggot-infested deer corpse that I faintly remember from where I used to live. I thought it was the sickest thing ever lmao, in both senses. What is something others make fun of you for? Always holding some sort of technology. Just don't fucking comment on it. It makes me self-conscious as hell. Is your life turning out like you pictured it would? QUITE THE FUCKING OPPOSITE. Do your initials spell out a word? No. Has anyone ever given you roses? Yeah. Last baby you held? My older sister's youngest daughter. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsman? My aforementioned sister's. What is something you would never do to your body? I mean, there's a large number of things. There are certain piercings and tattoos I wouldn't dare to get, I plan on taking care of my hair as best I can to avoid ruining it despite wanting to dye it a lot... *shrug* Stuff like that. How are you planning to decorate your house for Halloween? I don't know if we'll decorate. We haven't really for a few years now... I don't have the motivation to do it myself, and now that it's just me and her and I'm grown up (I know, I'm laughing too), Mom doesn't really bother with doing it. I know I DO want to carve pumpkins this year, though. Dunno what, but I'll figure it out. Ever lived in a trailer park? No. Do you like salsa that has fruit in it? NOOOOOOOOOOO Can you count in binary? No. Do you like hard or soft pretzels better? I'll eat both, but I have a strong preference for soft ones. When was the last time someone kissed you on the cheek? Who was it? I'm sure that was either my niece of nephew when I was leaving their house when I last visited for Ryder's birthday. What kind of ice cream did you eat last? Where’d you get it from? It was chocolate. I had a scoop at the aforementioned birthday party. Do you like flowers? What is your favorite kind to receive? I love flowers. I don't have a favorite to receive, really. Have you ever unblocked someone that you blocked before? Yes. Has anyone slapped you across the face before? If so, why? No. Do you prefer to have more or less in common with your significant other? I like to be pretty similar. Would you take a shot of heroin for a million dollars? No. I don't fuck with that, even for that much money. Why don’t you talk to your ex anymore? He wants nothing to do with me. Do you think it is okay to drive while high? Obviously not...? Do you find Halloween or Valentine’s Day more exciting? Halloween. Has anyone you know ever had serious surgery before? Yeah; my mom immediately comes to mind in both instances she had cancer. When she had kidney cancer, the tumor was larger than the kidney itself, and she lost the entire organ. When she had ovarian cancer, she had to have a complete hysterectomy because the cancer was EVERYWHERE along her reproductive system to an almost fatal degree. My mom's pretty metal. If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? No, because that's a violation of privacy? You don't do that shit. Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not, have you ever came close to? Yes. The only time that I remember was maaaany years ago, like, maybe '14. I've nearly fainted plenty of times since then for various reasons, but mostly just from low blood pressure. Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in that class or how you used to before you took the class? Yes; I believe one course was mandatory in middle school. I type the proper way, yeah. Ever cut your hair (the entire thing – not just the bangs or a little part) yourself? Noooo. Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? Well, I'd like to be a freelance photographer, but to be real, I'm starting to loosen up on that dream. It's been too long, I just don't see it happening anymore. Baby steps are one thing, but I've barely managed any of those in forever. Ever meet and talk to someone from an online dating site? No. Would you date someone you weren’t physically attracted to? Why or why not? Yes; I've done it before. I just care way more about emotional chemistry. Besides, historically, me liking someone for their heart has made each person a lot more attractive to me as a whole. Last person to hang up on you? I dunno. What’s your favorite scary movie? The Blair Witch Project. The second one is great, too, plus The Crazies. Which urban legend is your favourite? Oh man, you can't ask me this. I LOVE cryptids and conspiracies 'n shit. Are any of your fears completely irrational? Yes, like whale sharks. A whale shark ain't gonna hurt u boo but I see that mouth and am like no thnx Where is the light switch in your room? Funnily enough, I don't have a light switch; there isn't a ceiling light in this room. I instead have two table lamps that I can turn on on either side of my bed. Would you make a good lawyer? Hell no, I cry when I argue lmao. It's funny tho because I remember in TWO instances, in-depth surveys recommending jobs for you brought up me being a lawyer, and each time I was just like,,,,, no???????? Why did your family decide to live where you’re living now? It was more necessity than anything. Our old house had a LOT of issues to it, and with Mom's cancer diagnosis, she needed the cleanest environment possible, and that was NOT our old place. The house we live in now is owned by a family friend, and when the previous owner died, the timing just... kinda worked out to where that family friend I mentioned helped us pay our way into here. We really don't like this place because of the location, but it had to work. What was the best pet you've ever had? All things considered, I have to hand it to my boy Teddy. That dog was someone special. Very, very special. If you were allowed one murder without punishment, would you do it? Nah. Name one song you can play on an instrument, any instrument! I can probably still slam out "Hot Cross Buns" on a recorder. \m/ Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? Noooo, I'm scared to. On the opposite sex, do you prefer muscles, average size, or scrawny bodies? It depends on the person, ig. I can be attracted to any of those. Just not EXTREME muscle. Not my thing at all.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

BTS Inspiration of Winner’s Curse

I know not many people read my descendants fic, but hey it’s my Bday tomorrow and I feel like revealing some of the inspiration for it. This world building was actually what inspired me to start writing it down. Originally it was going to be from the POV of a Vk, and explore all the dynamics of the “new” Isle under the Coven of 13, and get into the motivations of each but as you can see that did not happen. I was intrigued by the idea of exploring a “sidekick” trying to be the hero and all that. Other notes are

Circe was originally going to be the mother of Malik, after having a fling with Mozonroth when she got sent to the Isle. Decided it was too much drama and discarded that.

There was going to be more focus on the power struggles between the mercenaries, the Coven and the authority figures. Was going to reveal Uma and Freddie to be siblings. Ended up sidelining Freddie.

Gaston’s daughter, Cosette, was going to have a role, becoming closer with Gil.

Atlantis characters were going to be part of the main group. As well as Black Cauldron characters. Also discarded.

Was going to redeem Drizella because I heard the original plans for Cinderella III was going to be Drizella redemption but they changed so they could give more development to Anastasia. So I decided I was going to do it. Dizzy would have been given more of a role.

Hans was going to be revealed as the cruelest villain. (Yeah I was going to make him a twist villain again. Be glad I did not).

Nasira and Mozonroth were going to be lovers before I decided on mother and son.

Diego and Ivy De’Vil would have had more a role.

Hercules characters would have had more a role. Including the Muses.

Ben would have had more a role somehow.

And that‘s about it.

But some things I am proud of in Winner’s Curse. Passing the Bedchel test.

A POC majority cast (This was completely unintentional but now I see it and counting it out, there’s four Agrabians, two WOC, and three European. Though I’ll admit I have not given Harry, Calix and Gil as much spotlight as I should. So my bad. But does Greek count as a white Euro? Idk, point is, unintentional diversity. Woo)

There‘s only two romances. Both are interracial. Also unintentional. Uma and Harry are totally together. And Aziz and Lala’s burgeoning crushes that will not end in a kiss after the final battle because it’s not important. Oh well. Attempts to explore PTSD, abuse, sexual assault and poverty.

The emphasis on family and friendship between characters.

Exploring the negative side of Auradon including it’s classist system, the Magic Ban, and the Euro-countries getting more resources and riches compared to the likes of Kuzcotopia and Atlantis and Atlantica,

Psychological studies(ish) and more character exploration.

Jay faces his dad!

Hook siblings!

Getting to mention tie ins to the Aladdin animated series, Legend of Tarzan animated series, Hercules animated series, Ariel‘s Beginning and soon Disney fairies books. And adding those characters.

That I finished 20 chapters! This is my longest fic ever! And just ten more chapters to go! I’ll get there.

Coven of 13: Villains dedicated to using their old magic to take over Auradon and be restored to their glory days once more. However they all have conflicting wishes with what the final plan should be.

Maleficent: Since being “overthrown” as queen of the Isle. Maleficent had to settle herself with working with others until she can be mistress of all evil again. Is in a constant battle for dominance with Queen Nerissa, Ursula, Mozenrath and Jafar.

(Evil) Queen Grimhilde: Though she may be pre-occupied by her looks and seem to be passive, Grimhilde is secretly gunning for complete control of the Isle and Auradon when they invade. She feels there should be a new queen that doesn’t get into such petty tantrums as Maleficent. Queen Nerissa: Queen Nerissa is the unofficial leader of the coven since it was her idea but it is impossible to convince the others of that. She wishes to get her ultimate revenge on Giselle, Edgar and the rest of Auradon by becoming the tyrant.

Ursula: Ursula is smartly setting her sights on just ruling Atlantica. Unless she gets bored. Then she might expande her pool of options. She mainly just wants to stick it to King Triton and when it comes to execution time. She isn’t going to make the mistake of keeping his soul, she wants to destroy it. Mother of Uma.

Circe: Very bitter about ending up on the Isle even after Helen of Troy vouched for her to stay in Auradon. So to say that she wants to crush Adam to the bone is understatement. She wants him to grovel. And if she can find that one good man while she’s at it, that would be a plus. Mother of Calix.

Mother Gothel: Though she has an intense rivalry with Grimhilde since day one about hoarding the scarce beauty products available on the Isle, she is her closest supporter now when it comes to finding magic for revenge and curing wrinkly skin. She is the mother of Ginny who she doesn’t dote on nearly as much as she did with Rapunzel.

Yzma: She wants Kuzcotopia and she will do anything and everything to get it even if it means teaming up with a bunch of “old hags” (yes pot calling kettle). Still remains overdramatic and delusional. Has a semi-dependent abusive relationship with her children Zevon and Yzla.

Morgaine Le Fey: Morgaine Le Fey, like Grimhilde, is quiet when it comes to group work but she is always observing for everyone else’s weaknesses and flaws that she will undoubtedly exploit when she becomes Queen of Camelot. Mother of Morrían.

Nasira: Sister to Jafar and mother of Jade and Mozonroth. She isn't nearly as enthusiastic about ruling Agrabah as her brother and Mozonroth are but she is just in it to get revenge on the stinking alley rat, Aladdin.

Queen La: Without her staff, her kingdom or leopard-man army, La has resorted to her Atlantean priestess magic again in hopes of getting off the Isle and reclaiming her staff. Still delusional, still lustful and hates having to depend on the rest of these people. Mother of Ranavalalona.

Jafar: Wishes to rule Agrabah and execute the royal family that “mistreated’ and “disrespected” him so much. Is in a constant battle with Mozonroth on the fact that he is the best sorcerer and will be ruler of Agrabah when they take over. Mozonroth: Finds Jafar to be a blowhard and believes that since he already took over the Black Sands and overthrew his former mentor that he should be doing far better plots. But with the Isle’s Magic Ban, he has to go with what he has. Besides that he would like to give his half-brother, Aladdin, a taste of “brotherly love” when he puts him in a headlock to crack his skull. Father to Malik and Imran Abbas.

Dr. Facilier: Like Ursula, Dr. Facilier smartly works on the fringes, setting his sights small on the Bayou before ruling the rest of Auradon. Father of Freddie and Celia.

All-Powerful Quartet: Generally speaking, if any villain was going to be taking over Auradon, it would be these 4. But due to their all-powerful status, they’d rather not exert themselves to do such menial tasks when they have other things to do.

Mirage: Evil Incarnate. So she does get to go off-Isle to maintain some balance of good and evil in the universe but generally enjoys the place. There is just so much evil and chaos everywhere and she glories in it. Mother of Illusion and Chimera.

Chernabog: Since being put on the Isle, Chernabog remains asleep on the mountain, waiting for his day to rise again.

Horned King: Without his deathless army, the Horned King remains in his cave, slowly wasting away. Mainly convenes with Hades.

Hades: God of the Underworld. So yeah, he has a full time job to do.

Mercenaries: The muscle behind the Coven, these are people who can’t adjust to domestic life, more 20th century living and miss the thrill of a fight. They deal with the dirtier deeds of murder and treason. The big boss (literal mob boss) is Sykes who rents their services out.

Sykes: Mob boss. Basically owner of the unofficially named, “Mercenary for Hire.” He never gets his own hands dirty but he has plenty of people who will do it for him. He keeps his people in line with his files of blackmail he has stocked up.

Clayton: Desperately misses the thrill of the hunt and more modern conveniences like a well-polish gun with enough ammo to shoot all these thieves to hell. Has a coworkers- with-benefits relationship with Helga. Father of Clay.

Rourke: Since being screwed over by magic, Rourke has kept a very rigid condition that he will only deal with non-magical situations. Still maintains his treasure-seeking ways and often pilfers from Jafar’s shop.

Helga Sinclair: One of the most intimidating humans on the Isle and of the mercenaries in general. She is known for her efficiency in work, stoic demeanor and same condition to her jobs as Rourke, no magic.

Muviro: Finds mercenary life to be very suitable since being exiled from his tribe. He does it less so for the money but for the glory and bloodlust. Father of Renavalalona.

Lady Caine: Self-proclaimed, “Queen of Thieves” and pirate extradonier. She is Captain Hook’s only real competition on the piracy front leaving a lot of punch-punch kiss tension between them. Many suspect that she is CJ’s bio mom since they share the same manipulativeness, “devil may care” attitude and self-centeredness. However she has no time for any child-rearing, and leaves James to do whatever neglectful work.

Gaston: Another mercenary that does it for the glory rather than the money. He needs something to do since his hunting days are over. Unfortunately he has not won a lot of admirers on the Isle for his chauvinistic attitude (Bad move considering that many of the women have actual powers). Father of Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gil, Gaston (IV) the Great and Cosette.

Shan Yu: Finds himself very low being part of a mercenary gang instead of invading foreign countries. But it does provide some thrill that he can work on his own and make his homicides as bloody as he wants them to be.

Sa’Luk: Former “King of the Thieves,” Sa’Luk uses his mercenary work to get rid of his excess energy and anger towards his enemies. He joins Rourke in pilfering from Jafar’s shops and has a penchant for shiny gold trinkets.

Lt. Col. Jean Staquait: Former French officer and best to hire when you need someone to torture prisoners.

Authority Figures: Villains who are used to have some amount of power in more domestic/civilian pursuits. Pretty much like big corporations that constantly drain the other villains of cash, small trinkets, food and whatever other valuables are on the Isle.

Queen Saleen: One of the most malevolent mermaid, well only mermaid on the Isle. She spends most of her time in the Isle’s waters, avoiding the annoying two legged people. She is often in some sort of feud with Ursula.

Lady Tremaine: Guardian to Anthony Tremaine. Lady is getting on with her years and remains more or less infirmed in her house with a dozen grandchildren. She runs her house with an iron fist and is the most vocal on the Isle in support of child labor. She misses her days of richness and convenes with other elder women about how low they have fallen.

Medusa: Just like she did before the Isle, Medusa owns a pawn shop that is on a constant losing streak to Jafar’s so she has opened a small casino next to it too. She rather delusionally considers herself to be an entrepreneur and tries to work with those higher up in the social ladder to get more money herself.

Cruella De’Vil: While she spends most of her time tending to her furs and car and drinking, when she is sober she tries her hand at fashion design as in the olden days. She works closely with Lady Tremaine and Medusa.

Prince Hans: More or less the least-adjusted to the Isle with his loss of kingdom, servants and anyone gullible enough to believe his lies or manipulations. He is in close cahoots with Mozenrath and bought Drizella as his mistress. Father to Lars, his only son and heir since Stalyan refuses to ruin her figure again.

Sheriff of Nottingham: Serves as the Isle’s one man police force and a sucky job at that as he lets his henchmen squad do most of the work while he serves as trial judge and executioner with the Queen of Hearts: She works a bit on the judicial system, mainly the one who suggests the executions. She can also be found bringing most of the cases to court against henchmen who have wronged her or disobeyed her Tea Shop’s rules.

Captain Hook: The sole owner and commander of the coasts of the Isle while Ursula controls its seas. He is still as obsessive as ever about Peter Pan, his hand and crocodiles and can be found frequenting bars and other brawling areas on the Isle where his hook serves as a nasty weapon. Father of Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Gov. Ratcliff: The only one on the Isle that deals with paperwork. Sort of a treasurer of sorts. Not so much in organizing it but guarding it with his life and spends his time staring longingly at the piles wishing it were genuine gold than copper coins. Claude Frollo: Father of Claudine. Maintains his strict preaching and inflaming others against sin and towards prejudice. But he also tends to lose his inhibitions more and is a regular at the brothels of the Isle late at night. No woman has replaced his lust for Esmeralda though. Claudette seems to becoming close to that though.

Stalyan: Hans’ wife and Lady Caine’s part-time lover which drives Prince Hans crazy. She has her eyes on one thing and one thing only, money and bad boys that make her look good. She has no real ambitions of her own and depends on her father, the Baron, to give her what she wants. Mother of Lars.

Regular Citizens: Citizens that hold no sort of power and are pretty much everyone’s punching bags.

Morgana: Morgana would have been put part of the coven, but her sister, Ursula forbade it. Besides everyone knows that Ursula is far more powerful and talented than her sister. Instead Morgana is blackballed from any real position of respect and takes care of Ursula’s restaurant when she is away.

Marina Del Ray: Since losing her job to Sebastian she has become the Madam of the Isle’s seaside brothels, using the money to spiffy up her gaudy wardrobe.

The Bimbettes: Claudette (red dress) used to be Gaston’s gf but left him after he tried to “throw away” their daughter, Cosette, to try for a boy. She has since then been seen with the likes of Prince Hans, Mozenrath and Frollo. Laurette (yellow dress), the mother of Gastons 1-3 is Gaston’s favorite. Paulette (green dress), Gaston’s official wife is more or less his servant/punching bag and mother to Gil.

Drizella Tremaine: Since she couldn’t be married to Prince Hans, she has settled for being his mistress whenever he and Stalyan have a fight. A thankless position since she regularly bends over (literally and metaphorically) to his will and gets discarded like trash every time.

Lefou and Smee: Live together and own a kinda profitable gun and fishing shack. By far the best parents on the Isle due to their goofy more sympathetic natures.

Jasper and Horace: Still devoted henchmen of Cruella, they serve as secretaries, gophers and all manner of assistance to her. Fathers to Jace and Harold.

Ivy De’Vil: Mother of Diego, is the brains behind Cruella’s beauty designs since she isn’t drunk all the time. Can be considered one of the better mothers on the Isle.

Animals: No explanation needed

Scar, Zira, Shere Khan, Sabor, Benzai, Ed and Shenzi, Tublat, Hista

Couples: Captain Hook and Lady Caine (fight-hate sex rivalry. Child- CJ)

Lady Caine and Stalyan (with-benefits)

Stalyan and Prince Hans (Married. Child- Lars)

Prince Hans and Drizella (affair, possibly Dizzy?)

Mozenrath and Hans (Hans swears it was an accident. Or he was too drunk. Or it was magic)

Lady Caine and Hans (Revenge against Stalyan)

Queen Grimhilde and Prince Hans (One night stand)

Ursula and Dr. Facilier (fling, potentially Freddie and Uma)

Frollo and Claudette (with-benefits)

Gaston and Laurette (Affair/borderline married. Children- Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gaston (IV) the Great)

Gaston and Paulette (Married. Child- Gil)

Lefou and Paulette (Lefou deux, drunken night of pity sex because Gaston’s treatment of them)

Smee and Lefou (Couple. Adopted Sammy)

Ivy De’Vil and Frollo (One night stand. Child-Diego)

Mozonroth and Morgaine Le Fey (Fling)

Clayton and Helga Sinclair (co-workers with benefits)

Queen La and Muviro (Married and dumped. Children- Ranavalalona. Musala, Taytu Betuvira, and unnamed, deceased)

Queen La and Clayton (Fling- Leopold, deceased)

Queen La and Gaston (Fling. Children-Amina and Shaka, deceased)

Queen La and Rourke (Fling. Child- Euware, deceased)

Queen La and Mozonroth (Fling. Child-Sarounia, deceased)

Shan Yu and Sa’Luk (Once- There’s no straight men in the trenches)

[selfcareparker]

hi bae <3 reading that last ask i’m realizing i have no grammar? lmao

glad university is funnnn, when you said linguistics i was like 🤨 but then i googled it and it does sound interesting lmao

the too much free time part though... :( its like you expected to be thrown in and like WOO BUSY and WOO purpose (purpose may be going too far lol) but i totally get what you’re saying. ESPECIALLY when you expect to be busier and you’re not it’s like :/ ok. (& girlllll it’s fine to complain, it’s how ur feeling)

and bc of covid you have eVEN LESS STUFF TO DO, which sucks. the social part may help? even just a little bit, but maybe having some socialization.. it could be somewhat uplifting? idk gsjshsj

where i live the vaccine is for 16 and up right now but for the younger kids (12-15) it hasn’t been ✨FDA approved✨ yet so my brother is still waiting for his 🤠

okay really quick, how does drivers license work there? here you learn to drive at 16 and you can like actually drive (sometimes even alone in the car) by 17... (also burneks?)

YAYYYY GIRLLL i remember you telling me about how you haven’t seen your family in England in such a long time 🥺🥺🥺 i really hope you get to see them soon!!!! and that covid eases up so you can see them frequently again 🥺🥺🤍

i’m gonna tattoo that to my forehead “not being friends with your parents is unhealthy” EXACTLY!! the people saying that stuff are usually not close to their parents so 👀

i’ve been really busy (unfortunately imo lol) with my dance recital coming up and this singing group (which i don’t like at all) and my final tests bc of school i’m EEK but it’s a good eek i think? maybe? idk lolll, i can’t wait for everything to be over though so i can CHILL. after school however i have a missions trip in north carolina? don’t quote me on that, but yeah 🥰 i’m really excited about it bc i’ll be without my family (like on my own :)) and it’s this whole thing and i’ll get to know people and i’m gonna buy a new bathing suit that makes me look gooooood cuz i’m tryna cop a boyfriend while i’m there HAHAHAH but besides that... more acting and singing camps probably? most likely a summer job.. i don’t have any plans reallyyy set in stone but ya know (ACTUAL i do have a few things planned. but those are things i don’t want to do. so i will be ignoring them <3)

that was a long ass paragraph- but PLEASE UR RESPONSE WAS FINEEE & i love you 💓💓💖💞💘💓💞💕 literally watch me buy a ticket to germany rn

- lovely anon (or catherine? i feel that lovely anon is iconic now tho so. kinda like how i call you aria in my head not your real name lol ALSO I PROMISE IM GONNA RESPOND TO THAT REALLY SOON, it’s just really busy rn) <3

what’s wrong with tumblr i just saw this a minute ago 🥲🥲🥲🥲 they don’t want to see us together ✋🏼 but fuck them 💘

Whaksk wait wdym by you have no grammar? 😭😭hejsjs

Honestly I’m so surprised that I’m enjoying linguistics but i think since i speak english and german i’ve just always been interested in language and esp english since it’s just my second language so i was forced to learn more about the language than just words and grammar, because it’s such a big part of me and also i didn’t always have a british accent so i kind of had to... develop a british accent, and it was natural but also kind of wasn’t??? Anyway why was this one sentence like 17 lines i’m sorry

YES OMG EXACTLY and obviously i’m missing out on the whole uni experience i mean I’m introverted anyway but i don’t mind going to a party every now and then? but i haven’t talked to a single person from my uni (except in class when we had to analyse a poem or something— okay technically some of my friends go to the same uni as me but they’re all studying other stuff)

But yeah I’ll definitely try to meet my friends more often 🥺 but we all have really different schedules rn so it’s really hard to find days where we both/all are free and not too tired and yeahssjsksj but i mean.... i can pay 50% of your ticket to germany? and then we can hang out? 🥰

I think everyone over 18 can get their vaccine from Monday on so I’ll try to call (okay, my mum will call sisjsh) and see if i can get an appointment. but i think everything will be super full because previously only people over... 50?or 60? or people with like illnesses could get it and now everyone over 18 can get it??? Like that’s a lot of people who can suddenly get the vaccine sksjjs but at the same time they’re getting quicker with it (i think today over 1 million people got the vaccine???? Like i know the US probably gets wayyy more people done so idk if that sounds like nothing to you but obviously Germany is much smaller so to me that sounds like a lot???) and also one of my father’s friend’s wife (djdkdj) works at a hospital or something? And she said she’ll ask if I can get it done there so yeah 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

Isksmsjjs it took me so long to figure out what burneks was, i googled it (very weird results?) and then i realised i made a typo.... yeah no idea what i was trying to say lol

So in Germany (as far as I’m aware) you can start at 17 and you can’t have your test before you’re 17 years and 6 months old (idk why) and then you’re not allowed to drive alone until you’re 18 and then you still have two years on probation(is that what it’s called?) and you’re not allowed to drink a single sip of alcohol before you’re 21 (and drive) (cause in germany you’re allowed to drink when you’re 14 (if your parents are with you and allow it), then when you’re 16 you can buy beer and wine, and when you’re 18 you can buy everything. But you’re not allowed to drink and drive (even if it’s just 0.01 promille) until you’re 21)

(Okay I just googled and I don’t think you say pro mille/per mille in english sksjsjs but like the percent (or something...) of alcohol you have in your blood (idk biology sorry) (not that you asked about drinking and driving anyway? 😭 but there you go lmaoo)

Also idk if that’s just a UK thing or you also have it in the US? But all of my relatives from England keep asking me how often I’m driving with my parents (for practice)... and in Germany that’s.... not allowed? Like in england you can get these L (Learner) plates that you can stick on the back of your car and then you can drive anytime with your parents, but in germany you can only drive with your driving instructor during a paid for and legally organised driving lesson so. Kksskaj

Yess, the good thing now is that i can go to england anytime? Because Uni is all online anyway so it’s not like i have to wait until the holidays to see my family, i really hope i’ll see them soon🥺 it was my nana’s bday today and my grandad’s a few weeks ago so i’m painting two pictures for them tomorrow and sending them as a (late) gift next week 😌 (i’ll do like an impressionist ✨field of flowers✨ (that sounds awful sksjsjsj for reference i’ll look something like this: (it’s not mine i just found it on the internet while i was looking for some inspiration

for my nana, and something with a waterfall for my grandad) (looking at it now i don’t even think that’s impressionism? Idfk i had art as my subject for my a levels (like one of my final exams) and i actually got an A 👀 but it was mainly architecture and i don’t even remember that so

Ahhh I hope it’s a good eek!! Sksjj hopefully you’ll be done with everything soon and i already know you’re gonna do really good in all of your tests😌 but still: good luck ❤️❤️❤️

Idk if it’s actually cool? But North Carolina sounds so cool to me (but honestly you could have said any state and i’d think it’s cool sksksskm) And girl I still think it’s so amazing that you just sing and dance and act and omg ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

(I’m imagining us in a montage (?) like they always have in films while we’re shopping to get you a hot bathing suit😌😌 and then they always come home with like 6 shopping bags in the movies—)

This is gonna sound so dumb because who tf wants to work? But I’ve always wanted a summer job 🥲 like nothing too exhausting obviously but i’ve never earned any money by myself? I haven’t had a single job in my life (not that I’m that old and like only one of my friends has worked in her life like we’re young sksjsj) and yeah i think it would be really cool to have a summer job and earn some money 😌 but during the summer holidays (they’re only 6 weeks in germany) we’d always go to england for at least two weeks and then we’d drive to bosnia to see my dad’s family for a few days and then to croatia and then to Bosnia again sksksksms so i never had time for a summer job (obviously i’m aware that it’s a fucking privilege that i’ve never had to work and that i get to go to multiple countries during the holidays but yeah)

WHY DO I TALK SO MUCH AUSSKKSSM

Like I said I’ll pay 50% of your ticket 😌 i’ll be here stuck at home anyway, just let me know when you’re coming so i can come pick you up😌 (this emoji djskksks— but i mean it fits so i’ll use it as often as i can 😌)

Lovely anon IS iconic 😌✨ but Catherine is more than okay too🥰 so just say whatever you prefer ❤️

(And omg you never have to apologise for responding to my long ass, full-of-mistakes responses late sksjs take your time (i mean i wouldn’t be mad if you just didn’t respond to some of them i talk too much anyway <3333)

[hobiwonder]

Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

Ah, there it was. The playfulness to her voice had you glancing your head up to look in the mirror mounted on the wall right across from you, confirming your suspicion that a certain peach haired boy was watching your ass perked up high in the air as he pretended to do pull ups. How you know he’s pretending you ask? This was his usual routine, either be suspended mid-air – god, how much power did his muscles hold? – pretending to be between a pull-up or be holding a weight – again, how? – above his head while he watched you work out, slack jawed. Sometimes the boy was almost visibly drooling whenever you wore your tight workout shorts and a sports bra to gym and did your daily squats.

It was flattering, really. A hot, twenty-something, fit guy – not forgetting, hot as hell – was so transfixed on watching you work out that he forgot how obvious he looked. Seulgi had told you his name, Jungkook, as she worked with him as his personal trainer for a trial period that the gym’s membership included. Cute name, you’d thought the first time you’d caught him staring at you running on one of the treadmills. Though of course, sweet Jungkook had no idea that you’d actually caught him since he no doubt thought that he had successfully evaded your gaze before you caught on. This continued on for the next month and at first you felt a bit annoyed that he wouldn’t just come up and say something to you. You almost considered approaching him to ask if he needed something but the more time went on, you realised that he was just shy. He never took off his shirt like the other men who loved to flash and flex their pecs and abs not-so-subtly, even if he was dripping with sweat after his workouts. That was your favourite actually; When he dripped with sweat and his white t-shirts clung to his sculpted torso so tantalisingly. It was honestly fascinating how much his face and his demeanour contradicted his body.

He looked like a walking sin and yet whenever you rounded the corner to the locker rooms, he would start walking the other way. Why was he so shy around you? You’d seen him walk past girls closer to his own age with no problem, you swear you even saw a little smirk on his face whenever he knew they were watching him lift 50kg weights like it was fairy floss. How did he keep his face from contorting in ugly formations, yet, have an attractive smirk on his face? Will always be a mystery to you.

“He’s still looking?”

“Yup, though he’s moved on sit ups now. Damn, the kid’s got it bad for you. Should go talk to him.”

“Shut up it’s just a crush. He’ll probably pee his pants if I make direct eye contact.” Seulgi is scoffing and tapping you with her foot to indicate your planks are over after the excruciating 3 reps. Getting on your hands and knees you try to catch your breath before sitting back on the workout mat as Seulgi hands you a water bottle.

“Won’t hurt you. You’re hot as fuck and he obviously wants to bone you.” You scrunch your nose in thought, deliberating if you should finally do something about his staring but no approaching.

“Of course he does,” you say with a roll of your eyes as you walk towards the treadmills and setting your normal speed before starting your run, “I’m probably his older woman fantasy that he jerked off to as a teenager.” This time, Seulgi scoffs.

“Bitch you’re not that old. He’s hot, shy and clearly your type. Maybe go teach him a few life lessons, he can learn a lot from you.” Her eyebrows are shooting up and down as she suggestively licks her lips and you’re shaking your head at her wildly inappropriate remarks but consider them anyway.

“Since when is shy my type? The hell?”

“Since you only seem to notice him despite all these manscaping Gregs and Toms pretty much ready to whip out their dicks for you.”

“…Okay. Fair enough.” It was true, you guessed. The gym didn’t lack in the department of hot guys you could take your pick from to take home for the night but somehow, your mind always came back to Jungkook and his shy bunny smile whenever he spoke to Seulgi or his – god - toned abs and thick thighs that almost made your mouth water a bit too much.  No harm in playing a little right?

A smack to your ass brings you back. “Twenty more minutes on that and you’re done babe.” She’s walking away, sashaying her hips away to her next client as men stare at her shapely bottom walking away. You can’t help the smirk on your face as you shake your head at her again. She knew what she did to every man in this gym and she loved it and you loved the unrestricted self-confidence your best friend possessed. You sneaked a glance at Jungkook again and as expected, he diverts his gaze fast like he hadn’t just been staring at your ass again. Just as you’re finishing up your run, your alarm goes off indicating you have work in thirty minutes and a wave of meetings to attend.

Seducing bunny boy would have to wait.

It was a week after your chat with Seulgi about finally making the first move as your secret admirer didn’t seem to have any plans – or had the guts to, it seemed – to approach you first. Same rehearsed routine; putting your gym bag in your locker before you start with your abdominal work outs near the front of the gym whereas Jungkook, already being there, working out a few feet behind you. No doubt his genius plan to watch you without getting caught or interrupted. Today, you’re on your own as Seulgi had taken the day off to run a group fitness class instead. Jungkook was a slave to his habits it seemed since you manage to catch the last few seconds of his face that had been slack jawed, mid pull-up with his doe eyes watching you work out and break a sweat in your skimpy workout clothes that you had to wear today, having forgotten to wash your usual gear the night before.

Today, instead of going for your usual 4 mile run, you cut it short halfway, hopping off the treadmill when Jungkook isn’t watching you – shockingly. Walking out towards the bathrooms, you quickly look in the mirror and check your appearance. You wanted to look appropriately flushed and not a – as Seulgi so gracefully put – a blown up gold fish. Taking a sniff to make sure no unpleasant odours are being exuded, you walk out of the bathrooms and out to the main floor. Spotting Jungkook looking around nonchalantly as he takes place on the gym floor to start his sit -ups, you decide that this is the perfect opportunity to burst his bubble. You almost stop to watch his cute face contort in confusion as he attempts to crane his neck to look for you no doubt, cheeks hollowing as he bites the inside of them.

The gym is fairly vacant today as you make sure no one is around to witness what’s about to happen since you didn’t want to embarrass the poor kid. Just play a little. You choose the moment when he’s laying back down on the mat, to loom over his figure, hands on your hips and eyes square on his face so when he sits up again, he is faced with your toned thighs right in front of him. The whole situation is so bizarre to you – and quite hilarious considering you could literally see the wheels turning in his head. His face is slack-jawed again as his eyes slowly travel up to your face. You cock up an eyebrow in question.

“H-Hi?” He gulps and continues his sit-ups but much more hesitantly this time, eyes avoiding yours from direct contact. You never expected his voice to be this raspy, it sends a delicious shiver down your body and you can almost imagine how he’d sound in a certain uncompromising position. God bless morning workouts. Twirling a stray strand for good measure, you continue to stare as he increasingly and visibly starts to sweat rather profusely, clearly embarrassed.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to stare?”

“Oh, um… Sorry! I-I wasn’t-” His face is beet red and even his stuttering is adorable to your ears. Damn it.

“So,” You crouch down, leaning forwards slightly to give him an eyeful of your chest, “You weren’t looking at me?” He’s sitting up now, looking like a deer caught in the headlights contemplating his fight or flight instincts.

“I-I, well…Y-You see,” His eyes are darting everywhere and he is twiddling his thumbs in this adorable way that reminds you of your baby niece when she’s trying to convince you that an extra block of chocolate is approved by her mum just before bedtime. Then, he’s closing his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath before he says his next words in a rush that you almost don’t make out what he’s said.

“You’resohotpleasegooutwithme.”

“Huh?” Your eyebrows are furrowing in amusement and Jungkook is opening eyes to watch your reaction.

“N-Nothing.” He’s scratching the hair at his nape nervously as he continues to avoid your gaze. You on the other hand, want to take this up a notch, loving every second of his cheeks that are tinged pink, hair a mess from his hands and shirt sticking to his chest like it usually does. He smells fresh and his skin glows. Looking around the mostly empty gym this early in the morning, you widen your stance and then squat down until you are straddling Jungkook, not quite sitting in his lap and more so just sitting up on your knees, eye to eye. You place your left hand on his shoulder as the right one trails down his clavicles to his hard pecs, slowly, searing his skin as he watches your every movement.

“So, you don’t want to take me out?” He gulps again as he rests back on his hands, eyes levelling with your chest before he hurriedly brings them up to your face again when you tilt his chin up. He flushes an even lovelier shade of red, knowing he’s been caught once more, gawking at your chest.

“Um… I do?” It comes out as a question rather than the cool persona Jungkook had been trying to stipulate and redeem his earlier outburst.

“You do?” Cocking an eyebrow in mock amusement, you lean forward for extra effect before you whisper close to his face that is glistening in perspiration, “Or you just want to fuck me?”

Jungkook at this point almost resembles Bambi. His wide button eyes that are almost childlike, peering at you most likely scandalised at your brusqueness. How is he acting this shocked when he was practically undressing you with his eyes and not with subtlety either. Young men were rather unaware sometimes. But it’s okay because at least this one is cute.

“I don’t.” When your eyebrows shoot up again at his blatant lie he quickly adds on, “I-I mean I do but,” he gulps, “I also want to t-take you on a date? If you would… still want to.”

It’s hard to imagine that someone possessing physical features much like a Greek god, all chiselled and refined, would have the social dexterity of a sweet, shy boy-next-door. Maybe that’s what made him more endearing to you.

“Good. The eye-fucking was really starting to frustrate me.” He opens his mouth again, no doubt to apologise but you lift a finger to his lips, effectively quieting him, “Give me your phone.”

It takes him a few seconds to get moving but eventually he’s reaching over to his bicep where the phone is strapped on, fumbling with it for s few seconds before handing it to you. All the while you watch on with amusement as his hand shakes a little when he holds out his phone for you. As the screen lights up on his phone, his face goes red again when you see his wallpaper is a woman in a bikini posing next to a sports car – how typical. At first, the image is a reminder of how young Jungkook is – having a half-naked girl as his wallpaper but then Seulgi’s words are ringing in your mind again that he’s pretty much smitten with you or at least the way you look. But still, you can’t deny that you end up comparing the much younger woman with her flawless body with your own. Chuckling, you just send him a grin as you type in your number, saving it with your name and sending yourself a text.

“I’ll text you when I’m free.” He nods, taking his phone back.

“Y-Yeah, sure, all good no prob-”

Leaning in, you leave a chaste kiss on his cheek before getting up and making your way back to the locker room – sashaying your hips for extra effect knowing that Jungkook is probably still watching with his mouth wide open.

Gosh, he was cute.

-      First date

The first time you text Jungkook is five days later. In your pursuit of ‘seducing’ the adorable bunny boy, you’d kind of forgotten the upcoming meetings and stacks of paperwork that awaited you due to your company’s new policy launches. Your position at work being one that required you to oversee a unit of employees, it didn’t take long for you to put the task of texting him on the back burner. Today however, you text Jungkook in your break, letting him know you’re available on Saturday.

[12:46 PM] You: Hey, I’m free tomorrow if you still want to take me out?

His reply comes almost instantly.

[12:46 PM] Jungkook: Hey! Yeah defs! Was beginning to think you were messing with me :/

[12:47 PM] You: Who says I’m still not?

[12:47 PM] Jungkook: oh

It’s hard to not tease him when he makes it so easy to. Nevertheless, you don’t want to sound actually mean so you ease his worries.

[12:48 PM] You: Relax, just kidding :) want to meet at the froyo place near the gym?

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: you’re mean :(

[12:48 PM] Jungkook: but I still wanna go out with you so I guess I’m a masochist.

A scoff leaves your lips at his unexpected reply. Though it’s not too hard to imagine him as a masochist.

[12:50 PM] You: Well, Mr Masochist, I’ll see you there at 5.

[12:51 PM] Jungkook: See you then :)

“For fuck’s sake.” You’ve been cursing under your breath for the past 5 minutes, trying to find a parking spot. Saturdays are always crowded around this area as it’s located just a few miles away from the CBD, lined with cafes, restaurants and high-end fashion stores. Though you’d hoped that it was late enough for most of the families that usually strewed the streets to have moved on to the playgrounds or other areas so you could easily park your car. But to no avail, you pull out of the underground parking area towards a street few blocks down from the froyo place you were supposed to meet Jungkook at. Walking up the topography of hilly roads lined with Victorian style buildings wasn’t so bad. You always enjoyed walking to work as you didn’t live too far off from your building. It was a move of convenience a few weeks ago. You still hadn’t gotten around to completely unpack as you were thrown right into work that required your attention more than to decorate your apartment to make it a bit more informal.

Someday you’ll open those boxes.

The little bell above the door twinkles pleasantly as you enter the café, immediately spotting Jungkook’s mop of peachy hair sitting in a booth farther down, near the open windows at the back. It was a discreet spot that allowed you to survey the scenery outside and people go by but kept you isolated enough from the rest of the crowd in the busy little café.

It was a distinctively very Jungkook choice.

He’s on his phone when you slip in the booth, prompting his attention towards you as he stares up wide-eyed before breaking in to a nervous grin.

“Hey! W-What’s up? You look amazing.” He winces at his own greeting and you can’t help but let out a laugh at his nervous rambling.

“Nothing much and thanks bro. You look pretty good too.” You hold out your fist at him which he bumps with his own as his lips stretch into a more comfortable smile at your light-hearted reply.

“Sorry, I panicked. You r-really do look amazing.” His eyes are scanning you from top to bottom as he takes the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. Somehow, he doesn’t look sleazy as he blatantly checks you out again. Instead, it’s almost as if he’s doing it subconsciously because he can’t help it and it sends a shiver down your spine that you thankfully conceal by rolling your shoulders back. Jungkook was great for your self-confidence, that’s for sure.

“Shall we go order?”

“Uhh I can go order for us both? You can save our spot.”

“Sure,” you’re taking out your wallet to get some cash, telling him what you want, “two scoops of Spanish caramel.” He waves his hands in dismissal at your card.

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in as if about to let you in on a secret, “ I have connections here.” You lift your eyebrows, playing along as you nod. He walks away after sending you a wink to which you can’t help but grin. The date had barely begun but you were already immensely enjoying yourself. The café was nice and casual and not overly crowded that you two would barely be able to hear each other over people talking loudly or laughing like they usually tended to do. A couple of minutes later, Jungkook has returned with the desired flavours of each of your frozen yogurts as he settles in across from you.

“Thank you.” Your tone is light and you make sure to smile his way when he nervously apologises when his hand accidently touches yours while he hands you the dessert glass. Then, there is just some awkward silence as he takes spoonfuls of yogurt as his shiny, doe eyes flit across the café shyly. He’d been so confident before he’d left to get your desserts but not it was as if he was meeting you for the first time. His cheeks puffed every single time he took a bite and every single time – he put more than necessary on his spoon, making them swell up endearingly even more. He was too cute and you were finally realising you never asked him how old he was.

“Jungkook, how old are you?” Your eyebrow is cocked in question and he stalls for a few seconds as if you asked him about his most embarrassing memory from high school. Which doesn’t seem like too long ago to be honest. His body told a different story though so you had to be sure.

“Uh,” he scratches the back of his head nervously and you’re slightly scared now. He wasn’t 18 was he? That’s barely legal, fuck. “I just turned 21 a few months ago.”

Okay. So he was just legal but still considerably younger than you. Fucking hell. You were becoming That woman already.

“H-How old are you?” He asks after a few minutes when you’d been just quietly watching him eat but not really paying attention as the voices in your head kept telling you to leave this kid alone.

“Too old to be on a date with a 21 year old.” And it’s the first time he isn’t hesitating before acting and rolling his eyes as he leans back in the booth.

“You’re not even that old.” You smirk.

“So you do think I’m old.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that.” He looks at you nervously, holding out his hand in front to defend himself and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at his naïve and pure temperament – taking your teasing slightly too seriously.

“I’m just joking babe.” You curse yourself inside your head for letting the pet name escape. You were used to calling your younger colleagues – female, mind you – all sorts of pet names and Jungkook’s sweet face and even sweeter smile just had all the ridiculously cheesy nicknames coming to you at the speed of light. And the blush on his face as he bites his lip before looking away for a second and then returning his shy gaze to you with his sheepish smile.

“Your laugh is really… nice.” You laugh out loud again when he hesitates as if deciding what word to use in order to compliment you and you decide to tease him some more. He was way too nervous for no reason. He didn’t need to impress you anymore.

“That won’t be enough for you to get in my pants, I’m afraid.” You smirk, taking a purposely sensual bite of the froyo as his wide eyes and wide open mouth watch you. Gosh, he was too cute. You don’t think he even realises that he spaces out quite often and quite obviously in front of you. And that makes you feel somehow even more of an evil old witch feeling like you’re corrupting him when you’re just have dessert.

“I-I didn’t say it to- Oh. Damn. I fell for it again.” He realises halfway again when you start chuckling under your breath at his horrified expression while he only smiles, throwing his head back on the leather seat of the booth.

“I’m s-sorry,” you’re still giggling and your heart jumps when a pout is forming on his mouth, brows frowning at you, “it’s just too easy to tease you sweetheart.” Fuck, damnit. You needed to filter yourself a bit more because Jungkook’s cheeks are going bright red and he almost has his mouth hanging open again but this time with a slight smile on his facelike he can’t believe you said it again.

“I like it when you call me those names.” His voice is so soft that it’s almost a shy whisper but you just shut him down when you shrug.

“I call everyone that.”

“Well,” his tone defiant as he shrugs right back at you, “I still like it. You’re mean but I know you like me.” His tone is almost accusatory in the playful way kids tease each other on the playground and for the first time that day, you’re the one that’s pausing and watching him finish his yogurt with the proudest smile on his face while yours remains serious.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” He continues to smirk, shrugging once again as you just shake your head, finishing the delicious caramel treat while you two chat some more. You find out he lives at a frat – not surprising – studying film and photography – very surprising – and he just loves to work out. When you joke about him only coming to the gym to watch you, he’s back to being a stutter mess and it’s just hilarious and the cutest thing to watch him trip over his own words until he’s grumbling under his breath that you’re doing it on purpose. Which you don’t deny of course. He tells you about his hobbies that include singing, making beats, drawing and playing video games. Which you learn that he has an extensive collection of and it makes you feel wrong about being there with him even more. The boy talked about his PS4 like you talked about your PhD. Maybe even more passionate.

You seriously needed to not lead him on and just call it quits after tonight. He just looked too happy and cheery for you to cut it off in the middle and waltz out of there. So you opt for waiting until you’re about to leave and you decide you’ll apologize to him for taking up his time and let him know this will just have to end here. And it’s even worse when the waitress has come by to collect your empty glasses and makes a comment about how nice it is of him to take his older sister out for frozen yogurt. Fucking awkward is an understatement.

“That’s actually my girlfriend,” his tone is even, no sign of the flustered boy you’d witnessed just minutes before as he smiles proudly at the girl that’s closer to his age while she only looks at you both  sheepishly, mumbling a sorry before bolting away from your table.

“What did you do that for?”

“She clearly saw we were flirting.”

“You still didn’t have to say that Jungkook,” you don’t sound angry nor you actually are angry. But you certainly don’t want him thinking he needs to shoo away every other college aged kid who thinks you’re his older sister than someone he wants to bone. And you do too, damn it.

He doesn’t get to find out too much about you, only that you work a lot – are the commanding manager of about a unit for 100 people and his eyes go wide while he tells you how cool that is. He’s certainly good for your ego, that’s for sure. By the time you’re both done – it’s been four hours since you two met up and you didn’t even realise how quickly the time went. It’s dark outside now and he’s walking you to your car when you decide you’re going to have The talk with him. That sounds like you’re going to teach him about the birds and the bees. Eugh. Why did you feel so damn old already. You’re at your car and you turn around to let him know exactly where this would be going. Nowhere. But your stomach is dropping, though you don’t get much out.

“I had a lot of fun but-” Because Jungkook has gently pushed you against your own car, threading one hand in your hair while the other pulls you closer by the waist like he’s done this a thousand times and finally – his lips have taken yours between his. You don’t fight him. You don’t push him away or even make a noise of protest which is exactly the opposite of what you’d been constantly telling yourself the whole time you’d been on the date.

Instead, you kiss him back, opening your mouth when his tongue probes your mouth open, tangling his hot one with yours and you can’t help but moan at the delicious taste of the frozen yogurt as well as something that you can only guess is distinctively him. His head is tilting to the other side as he starts placing short, open mouthed kisses on your lips again and you’re getting carried away before you finally give him a push back.

“Jungkook,” your breathless call of his name only has him leaning down to bite your lip tantalisingly – nothing like the shy, meek boy you’d been teasing all day.

“I like you. And I know you like me. There is no point in you trying to get rid of me.”

Well, when he puts it like that. That was pretty much true. And what do you know? Your mind is hazy from his skilful tongue and the taste of his lips and all you find yourself doing is nodding. He kisses you softly goodbye once more, making you promise to set up a date again.

You drive home, not knowing how the fuck a 21 yr old bunny boy had just turned the whole night around and had you putty in his hands – very strong and vascular you might add.

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It’s been a week since ‘the date’ and you’ve texted him non-stop. Well, he’s texted you and you hadn’tnotreplied to be more technical. Okay. Fine. You wanted to text him. It was like you were in college all over again when Jungkook actually was in college. But gradually, you’d stopped texting him to set up more dates when once again he’d been mistaken for your son, yes that’s right; people had no fucking sense of age difference and literally thought he was your son. Maybe because his face made him look younger underneath all his baggy clothes? But whatever it was; it really pissed you off and was a bitter reminder of your age difference. You two had only been getting coffee on your break just outside your office and the stupid barista – of all people – say that how nice it was that mother and son were having a coffee date. Since you’d offered to pay, Jungkook had been standing outside and didn’t hear any of it but that was the day you’d decided you really needed to put an end to this. If normal lay people were thinking all sorts of relationships that were definitely not romantic between you two – you can only imagine what your colleagues would think at the charity gals and events you had to attend throughout the year if you did end up dating him.

You can’t believe you had to succumb to society’s standards of what’s right and what’s not and end a relationship that you could see yourself in for a while. Oh well. Too bad. It’s over.

“You’re serious? Are you mad?” Seulgi is almost yelling at you.

“It’s the right thing Seul. He’s too young for me. I’ve had enough of people thinking I’m either his baby sitter, sister or his fucking mother for god’s sake.”

“You’re still bloody mad for cutting him off because of that. You like, barely give a shit about anything others say. Why now?”

Good question. Why now?

Maybe you just didn’t think you were good enough for him. Whatever. You weren’t going that rabbit hole. Seulgi is still cursing you out when you leave her place and head back to yours. It had been two weeks since you last saw or texted Jungkook. You’d gradually pulled away and hoped that he’d get the hint. But of course, he’d started to send you shirtless selfies, tempting you in to texting him back and it was embarrassing how much will power it took to not text him back. But it had to be done.

But what you don’t expect is him standing outside the building of your penthouse, talking to the guard like they were old pals and you almost want to bolt and hide before he sees you. In fact you are about to do exactly that but the stupid guard spots you. You take that bad. Bernie was the sweetest man alive.

“Miss, y/n! This young man has been waiting for you a while.” You’re glaring at him while Jungkook only sends you a sheepish wave – looking slightly nervous. “You never have guests so I thought it best to wait for you to let him in.”

“Thank you very much Bernie.” You glare at Jungkook again before smiling at Bernie again, “You did the right thing. Goodnight!” You don’t even bother with Jungkook because you know he’s following after you like a lost puppy with his black hoodie and black sweats basically making him look like an oversized puppy.

“Y-Y/n, hey!” You’re getting on the elevator and Jungkook has just managed to slip in before the doors close.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook? Don’t you know this is stalking?” You’re only trying to scare him but he looks slightly tipsy when you take a look closer and smell the sweet smell of apple cider on him and he is looking way too smug for his own good at this moment.

“Nope. Not when you want me here.” You just roll your eyes, ignoring him as you walk out to your penthouse, Jungkook still following in but now he was ‘ooh’ and ‘aaah’ing at your place. It must definitely be an upgrade from the frat he lived in and you still can’t figure out why you let him in and didn’t kick him to the curb.

Setting down your stuff in your room and telling Jungkook to stay in the living room, you’re just about to take off your formal button up when you hear his deep voice that almost has you screaming.

“Jungkook! This is my room. I was about to change.” He only pouts, leaning against the door, looking too cute for his own good as your heart pounds. You missed his bunny smile, his dimples and the little scar on his cheek. Fuck you were in deep. Denial that is.

“Why have you been ignoring me? I’ve missed you.” Your heart clenches. No one has ever said those words to you except Seulgi. And you suddenly want to hear them again.

“I told you I was busy and that we.. we can’t continue. I’m sorry.” He tsks, stepping inside your room, lazily walking to your bed and plopping down right in front of you, thighs spread wide and you can’t help but notice how loose his pants were and how thick his thighs were…

“Can you say that without staring at my dick?” What? Your mouth is wide open at how bold he’s being. It has to be the alcohol but still – you can’t help the slight shiver of arousal with the way he says that, hands resting behind him – looking all too comfortable on your bed.

“You’re clearly drunk. Sleep it off on the couch or the guest bedroom and leave without telling me.” Maybe too harsh. But it needed to be said. Apparently he didn’t think so because just as you’re pulling on his hand to get him up – he’s instead pulled you forward in a harsh tug, right on top of him as your hair hangs on one side while his hands pulls your thighs on either side of him making you straddle him. Fucking hell. What was happening. Drunk Jungkook had moves.

“You want me. I want you. Why are you being difficult. Is it what all those people say or is it me?”

You hate yourself – or probably will in the morning but you say it anyway. Lying straight to his face. “It’s you. I want a man Jungkook. Not a boy.”

The dead silence in the room is making you increasingly nervous because like usual, you can’t read Jungkook at this moment. He’s simply staring at you. And when a minute passes and he’s still staring at you – you decide it’s probably a good time to get off of this compromising position and that’s the exact time Jungkook has you flipped over. A surprised gasp is falling from your lips when you’re the one laying on your soft bed while Jungkook towers over you. His musky scent surrounding you and you have to refrain from taking a deep breath. Fuck he even smelled good.

“Yeah? When did you actually get laid by a ‘man’ exactly?”

“T-That’s none of your conce- Oh!” His hand had slipped right up your skirt, palming roughly at your underwear that’s absolutely ruined and even you’re surprised how fast it got to the state it was in.

“Hm,” he continues to slowly circle your clit with the whole of his palm, over your panties and you’re falling back on the bed, moaning out because he was right. Again. Fuck. It had been a while since you’d slept with someone. “That’s what I thought,” he leans in close to your face, bypassing your lips to whisper in your ear, “noona.”

The moan you let out is of appreciation and it truly is embarrassing how fast you’ve given in, letting Jungkook have his way with you.

“Jungkook you need to g-go.” And the brat has the nerve to scoff while he looks down at his hand palming you, his other spreading your legs further as your skirt has now completely ridden up to your waist – your ruined panties in full sight and the sticky, erotic sounds are starting to surface as you leak more and more arousal.

“No. I need to remind you that I’m not a fucking teenager.” And just to test him, you stare him right in the eyes, almost challenging while still breathing harder with each roll of his palm on your clit.

“And how exactly are you going to do that, kid?”

You’re not sure where all this confidence has come from suddenly because he doesn’t look THAT tipsy anymore. Slightly flushed face but he seems perfectly steady. And then he leans down close to your face, breathing on your lips.

“By fucking the wit out of you, Noona.” His smile is saccharine sweet while you’re losing your mind now. The filthy, scandalous words from his usually innocent disposition have you feeling hot all over. Not to forget that he was built like a powerhouse. And the face of an angel and suddenly you have the urge to kiss him. And you do. Moaning in his mouth as he returns the passion with which you’d grappled his face and brought it down to yours.

You can’t remember how long you made out with him on your bed, skirt pushed high and his hand still working between your legs. But when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you’re pushing him back until he finally relents and breaks the connection between you two, sitting up. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and you know you don’t look any better.

Still the longer you stare at him, the more apprehensive you start to get. And Jungkook must have noticed because in a swift pull, he’s pulling off his hoodie, wearing nothing underneath and if you weren’t so tuned on, you’d roll your eyes that he’d thought he’d be getting lucky. Which he was but that wasn’t the point.

“Y/N.” You just stare at his defined abdominals, completely in awe at his youthful, tight body that has your mouth salivating. You weren’t so shabby yourself but nowhere near Jungkook. “I’m going to fuck you on this bed, on the kitchen counter, on the couch,” he looks out at your balcony before looking back at you again, “on your balcony and every other surface on this house until you admit you want me.”

You’re speechless and so fucking turned on and Jungkook doesn’t waist any time in ripping your shirt open as the buttons fly everywhere. Shimmying you out of your skirt and taking his own sweats off. You know you’re gawking. There was no other reaction that you could have. The boy was long, girthy and incredibly veiny that your pussy was clenching around nothing. All speech had left you and you were glad that Jungkook had taken the reigns when it was usually you. But maybe you felt something for him and maybe there was more involved than just a high libido and hormones that had you so stationary. Thankfully you don’t need to stand there and contemplate the deeper meaning of this rendezvous because Jungkook is pushing you on the bed, similar position to before but now no fabric between the both of you. His skin is laced with a healthy glow as he ogresses his warm body over yours and just the feeling of it has you moaning his name. He’s spread your legs wide, hitching them up his waist and with one thrust, he’s all the way in.

“Jungkook!” You’re so slick and wet that no lubricant is needed as his impressive girth stretches open your pussy until it stings deliciously – the pussy lips hugging his hardened cock, all puffy and swollen as he looks down at where both of you are connected. And as gone as you are, you can finally see the sweat dripping down his face and see that his resolve isn’t as steely as he’s trying to portray.

“I-I’m clean y/n. I just couldn’t wait I needed to be inside your cunt. Fuck.” His growl is sending electric shocks straight to your pussy and all you can do is nod and let him know it’s okay, you were on the pill. Maybe you were being a little too reckless but everything you did with Jungkook was reckless. So you guess this was inevitable.

“Ah.” The high pitched mewl leaving your lips is unavoidable when Jungkook finally starts to speed up, thrusting in and out in a steadily increasing rhythm. He’s utterly concentrated on your face that thrown back in unbelievable pleasure. Is this what you’d been missing out on? Because he’s fucking you so good that tears are welling up in your eyes with each thrust that pushes you slightly forward on the bed.

“Yeah? Like this?” your vigorous nodding is confirming the angle at which he’s snapping his hips in to you, his balls making an absence sound that even makes you bite your lip shyly every time they smacked against your ass.

“Yeah. F-Fuck. Jungkook, right t-there.” Jungkook had pushed a leg up high, almost making it stand up straight in the air as he ruts his hips in yours, the wet sounds of your continuous leaking only making a mess on your nice Egyptian cotton sheets but you couldn’t careless when you were getting the shit fucked out of you. God, bless young men and their stamina.

“Your cunt is so tight. Fuck, fuck. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long noona. Your pussy is so wet. Just like I imagined.” You’re whimpering when his thumb has slipped down to rub circles in your clit as he continues to snap his hips forward in a punishing pace, now knowing that he’d thought about you like this before – unsurprisingly. But it’s the way he growls out his words like he’s mad that his fantasies weren’t just mere fantasies but actually a reality. You could relate. Jungkook was just as good as you thought he wouldn’t be. Caring, smart, sweet and now you knew, an excellent lover.

You can feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten rapidly now that he’d started to strum your clit in time with his snapping hips. You’re crying out high pitched moans with each thrust and every so often, Jungkook spreads or pushes your legs up to target another area in your pussy you didn’t even know existed. And just in seconds, it’s like your orgasm sneaks up on you because suddenly you’re screaming out as a gush of wetness is releasing around Jungkook’s thrusting cock.

“Fuck yeah. Keep cumming on my cock like that noona. Fuck.” He’s cursing like a sailor and you know your pussy muscles clenching around his still hardened length must be torturous but you don’t have time to either recover or offer to help. Because Jungkook is picking you up – cock still inside you and all – and does what you only think he said for the imagination. He’s opening your balcony door, stepping outside and bracing you against the railing, your arms going around his neck on instinct when you look down at how high up you are.

“J-Jungkook.”

“I’ve got you Noona. I told you I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this house.” His eyes are tense and he looks like a man on mission. You can see the buildings opposite yours. They aren’t close enough that they would be able to see every explicit detail but they are far enough to spot two completely naked figures – doing something that you’ve only seen in movies. But all thought flies out of your head when Jungkook is starting to thrust inside you again.

“Oh… Jungkook. Y-You’re so,” you hiccup, “big… ah.” His speed had increased. He hadn’t cum and he was desperate for a release right now with the way he was rutting in to you. Your hands had automatically gone to either side of you to steady yourself by grabbing on to the railings as you’re pushed upwards and then down again and then upwards again with every thrust of his cock inside you. The thrill of knowing there could be people watching you right across the other residential building has you building back up to the brink again so fast and Jungkook’s dirty mouth isn’t helping.

“You like this don’t you, noona? The fact that anyone could be watching us. Watching me pound this big cock inside you. I just wish they could see the way your cunt stretches around me too.” He’s saying the last bit in a hiss as he looks down between the two of you and suddenly you want to make him cum; because you were about to.

“J-Jungkook, I’m going to cum again. P-Please.”

“Play with your tits. C’mon. I know you’re just as filthy as you pretend to not be. Come one. Give us a show.” Damn his tantalising mouth because despite the fear of letting go of one of the railings is there, you’re far too gone to even care about your safety as your hand is on your breasts, pinching, pulling and moaning loud like a porn star. All your inhibitions were gone and this was pure, raw, need. And Jungkook was more than happy to oblige.

“Yeah, just like that. Pinch your nipples noona. I wanna suck them so bad. So pink and pretty.” And just then he’s leaning forward and taking one nipple in his mouth, pace somehow increasing and after a few minutes of sounds of skin against skin, crying moans that have tears streaming down your face; Jungkook cums with a shout.

“Fuck, y/n! I’m cumming. I’m filling this pussy up. Oh god. You’re so tight.” He’s come so much that it’s spilled around his length that’s still thrusting inside you, a little slower but still milking out every last drop – an obscene squelching sound echoing with the amount of cum that was pushed back in and pulled back out with his cock. You’d cum with him inside you and were now just holding on to him before you passed out and possibly fell over the balcony and died.

After catching your breath, Jungkook slowly lets you down – your legs all but jelly.

“You okay?” He asks gently, holding on to your waist to steady your swaying body that had been almost fucked to death. Really. Bless Jungkook’s hips. The boy had more horsepower than actual horses probably did. You expect him to walk you inside the bedroom again but he gently pushes you back against the railing again.

“Jungkook, no more I’m sore,” you pat his cheek softly but he only smiles his bunny smile – contradicting the way he’d fucked you not even just minutes ago almost violently – before he’s sliding down on his knees. Gently he’s bringing one up and placing it on your shoulders and it hits you.

“I’m sensitive, Jungkook.” Though it wasn’t an excuse for him to stop. You just never had anyone want to go down on you after they’d finished inside and the fact that Jungkook wanted to makes you horny all over again. Your libido was turning in to one of a college boy too.

“I’m just cleaning you up. I bet we taste better than the froyo,” his cheesy wink has you pinching his cheek as a smirk finds its way to your face. Though it’s wiped pretty quickly when you feel his warm tongue part your ruined, puffy folds. Slowly licking away the white stickiness of your combined fluids. And it doesn’t help when he’s moaning in your pussy like he’s just had the best dessert ever and you’re back to holding the railing again to steady yourself.

“F-Fuck. Jungkook, you’re so good baby. So good.” His eyes are lighting up at your praise and he gets slightly too enthusiastic when he licks up your clit but apologises when you wince in sensitivity.

“Am I good boy noona? Cleaning you up.” Your hands are threading in his luscious hair as your head is thrown back – in absolute heaven despite the twitching in your body from being so sensitive.

“So good baby. You’re the best. Such a good boy. Noona’s special boy.” And when he’s made you cum one more time, you’re just about to fall and thankfully, he’s carrying you inside the bedroom. Finally, you’re both on the bed and he’s already made you the little spoon, cuddling you from behind. You both lay in comfortable silence. Like you’ve both done this a thousand times.

“I do really like you Y/N. Please like me back.” Your heart is about to burst at his meek voice that comes from behind you sometime in the night. The only light in the room is the moonlight shining in because you forgot to close the curtains. And you can’t help but tell all your negative thoughts to shut the fuck up, force yourself to face him before you place a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.

“I do really like you. Please stay.”

And he just smiles his sleepy, dimply smile. Both of you content in this moment.

a/n: im going to YEET out of here. thanks for reading and let me know if you liked it?? kinda??  

[mirkwoodshewolf]

A day at Disneyland; Chris Hemsworth x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello and good afternoon everybody! So this is a request that I have had done for the past couple of days but I’ve been on a deadline with another request that I’m trying to get done before their bday tomorrow (I’m about half way done with it) but this one is probably my first ever Hemsworth story I had ever done (So I’ve done half of the Chris quartet). Now my knowledge of Disneyland is minimal to none cause I’ve never been to Cally so the only Disney experience I’ve had is Disneyworld down in Florida, but I hope I still did some justice for this fic.

No warnings except PURE, UNADULTERATED, TEETH-ROTTING G RATED FLUFF!!!

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@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

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I was packing up the car getting ready to prepare for the 2 and a half hour drive to downtown LA so that the kids and I could go to Disneyland.  My name is (y/n) (l/n) and I’ve been a single mom for three years.  My ex-husband and I were having some problems, constantly fighting until finally one stupid mistake on his part landed him in the LA prison.

Furious and disappointed, I filed for divorce because I didn’t want his bad influence to affect our children and it was hard on us, especially my eldest son Dean.  He and his daddy were close ever since he was born, but when I was forced to tell him that his daddy wasn’t ever gonna get out of prison, it was hard for him to cope.

It was tough raising not only 2 growing boys but a newborn baby girl at the same time.  My little girl, Leia will never get to know her father because of his stupidity and I don’t want to expose her to him. At first I thought I’d never get to have the father figure my kids needed because it was just me and my sister and my mom who was helping me raise my kids, my dad sadly passed away due to a stroke shortly after my second son Henry was born.

That was until by sheer luck of fate as I was coming home from the store when I accidentally dropped all my well-paid food, that a handsome blonde stranger came into my life.

I had no idea at the time who he was until Dean (whose obsessed with all things superheroes both Marvel and DC) that when we saw the second Avengers movie Age of Ultron, it was shocked to see that it was him.  Chris Hemsworth.

We kept in contact and whenever he wasn’t too busy, he’d come over for a visit and we’d have a couple of dinners.  Soon couple dinners turned into months’ worth of dinners, then starting a relationship until just recently about a year ago he moved in with me and the kids.  Right now he was busy filming “Avengers: End Game” down in his homeland of Australia.

One night as we were all facetiming with each other, Chris had given us a surprise.  He said that he and the entire cast would be in Disneyland to help promote the film and not only that, he got all four of us tickets to go throughout the park and spend an entire day at Disneyland.  The kids were so excited that they were finally gonna go to Disneyland, especially my little girl since she’s finally big enough to ride some of the rides.

Which leads us to here.  As I was putting the bags into the car I said.

“Dean, don’t forget to bring your chargers okay?”

“Yeah mom.”

“Leia, do you got your Simba plushie with you?”

“Right here mommy.” She exclaimed as she held out her stuffed Simba plushie that Chris had given her last Christmas.

“Henry you’ve got your lightsaber right?”

“Yeah, do you think I could really fly the Millennium Falcon?” he asked me.

“We’ll see. Okay Got the bags, toys, gaming consuls, DVD is all set up. Everyone got everything?” My kids all cheered out in choir unison. “So whose ready to go to Disneyland?” they all cheered and raised their hands and I continued, “Alright. Tickets are in my purse and off we go!” I started the car and started up the installed DVD player which played Leia’s and Henry’s favorite movie “Hercules”.

Thankfully with the help of a movie and Dean busy playing on his Nintendo, there wasn’t much complaining from the kids (which was perfect for me).  Finally after the long drive, we finally reached the archway of the entrance into Disneyland.

“We’re here! We’re here! Look over there I can see Woody!” All my kids were in pure awe as we drove under the archway, I could just feel from the front seat the energy these kids were about to unleash.  I was now waiting in line to pay for parking and when I had gotten up I greeted the worker and handed her my license and money.

But when she saw my picture she handed me not only my license but the cash back as well and she told me.

“No payment necessary ma’am, we’ve actually been told of a special reserve spot for you to go to.” At first I was confused but then it dawned on me.

“That Aussie I tell you what.”

“One of our workers will escort you to your special reserved spot.” It was then another worker came up and he asked if he could hop into the car so he could be my navigator. I allowed him in the passenger seat and he told me exactly where to go.

We drove around for about 5 minutes till we reached the reserved front corner entrance where standing there with sunglasses on was Chris.  He grinned and waved to us and the kids waved back to him.  I parked in the parking spot and as soon as I turned off the engine, all the kids raced out and glomped him.

 “There are my favorite three little munchkins!” Chris proclaimed as he wrapped his arms around all three of my kids at the same time and even lifted them up and spun them around, making them laugh and cheer.

“And what about me? Am I just the cabbie driver? Or just some old maid here to serve your favorite three munchkins?” I teased.  Chris set my kids down and he said.

“On the contrary, you my lady are the beautiful good witch who protects and nurtures them. A witch that has put even a god like me under her spell.” He wrapped his arms around me, swaying me gently from side to side grinning down at me.  I grinned up at his sweet talk before our lips joined together only to be disrupted when a choir of voices cried out.

“EWWW!!!!” We separated to see all three of my kids with a look of disgust on their faces.

“Ahh no it’s not gross. Be patient soon enough all of you will be doing this.” Said Chris.

“Over my dead body.” I mocked.  “I want my babies to stay this young forever! Especially my little man.” I said as I walked up to my kids before hugging my eldest son close.  I swarmed his face with kisses and ruffled his ‘lion mane’ like hair that he inherited from his father.

“Mom! Mom, you’re messing with my mane!” Dean cried out as he tried to get out of my embrace. When I finally released him he backed away and tried to readjust his hair to that sweep-over hair that looked like it belonged back in the 1980’s.

“I need to plan an appointment to get your haircut mister.”

“No!” he then raced over to Chris and hid behind him.

“No worries mate, I won’t let any barber cut this hair of yours.” Chris said as he stroked my son’s hair.

“Coming from the very man whose worn the same long blonde wig for years.”

“Hey the last few movies I didn’t have to wear one. But this meeting isn’t about haircuts, now whose ready for a full fun day at Disneyland?!” The kids all raised their hands crying out ‘me! Me! Me! Me!’ “Awesome, already got our tickets, so let’s go out there and have a full day of family fun!” We all cheered before racing onward into the park.

There were so many rides that it was almost impossible to pick just one.  However my daughter who has always favored the merry-go-round no matter whether it was a state fair, amusement park or whatever, anytime she saw a Merry go round she wanted to go on it.

So as a nice little warmup, we all got in line for the merry-go-round.  We waited for I don’t know 5-10minutes in line before they let the next several people to go aboard.  My sons went straight for the two twin black horses while my baby girl went for a white stallion with a pink saddle on it.  As I was about to get on my horse, Chris came up and he said.

“Allow me my lady.”

“Why thank you good sir knight.” I mocked in probably the worst British accent I could muster. I felt his hands go to my waist and he gently hoisted me up and I ended up rising side-saddle but then what I didn’t expect was for Chris to get right behind me.  “Uhh Chris, I don’t think we’re allowed to do this.”

“Relax love, it’ll be okay.” He assured me.  The bell soon sounded off and soon an accordion version of ‘A dream is a wish’ started plaything through the speakers and the ride began.  

All around us, kids were cheering and waving to their parents who were standing along the railings watching their kids ride all by themselves, young couples riding side by side holding hands or riding in the sleighs nonchalantly kissing each other.

I felt Chris take my hands in his and I felt his head gently lean against mine and a kiss at my temple.  I smiled and nuzzled against him as the ride continued to go on.

After the ride we continued to walk around the park riding more rides like the Mad Hatter’s teacup ride, and Toy Story Mania that was until we finally reached the famous Splash Mountain.

“Ohh mom look! Splash Mountain!” Henry proclaimed as he was now riding on top of Chris’ shoulders.  

“I see it Henry.”

“Can we go on that next, please?”

“I guess we can, but I’m not sure if everyone’s tall enough to ride it.” I teased as I looked down at my daughter who was holding my hand.

“Yes I am mama! We measured me last month! I’m big enough.” She said as she pulled on my hand.

“Ohh that’s right, well let’s get a second opinion from the official park height measurements.” We all headed over to the line entrance of Splash Mountain and Leia immediately went up to the height chart.  “Okay, now stand still baby girl.” She hummed happily as she could barely contain her excitement. “No cheating now.” I told her in my mom voice and that made her stand still.

In the end, she was eligible to ride Splash Mountain.

“Okay, everyone stick together now.” Leia cheered happily and her brothers high-fived or fist-bumped her and even Chris did a double fist bump with her as he cheered and picked her up.

“Alright that’s my girl! I told you were growing like a weed!”

“Okay everyone let’s get into the line before it gets too long.” We all got in line and we waited. After what felt like forever and the kids complaining about when the line would move faster, hanging off both mine and Chris’ hands and arms, we finally got closer to the ride.  Since there were five of us we decided to divide up the group, I took Henry and Leia while Chris and Dean rode together, being the big boys that they were.

I got in the log first with the help of the ride attendant and I told Leia to get in first so that way she would be in the middle and Henry could ride up front.  Once we were buckled in and the guy gave us the all clear and the worker at the controls gave a thumbs up and soon we were off.

We went along the trail before going up the first hill.  Hearing the ticking of the controls as it took us up higher and higher before finally dropping us downward on the small uphill.  We were all cheering and laughing as we allowed the current to push us faster than we did when we first went out.

We were now shrouded in darkness as we were now inside the mountain before we would go off the big hill that would take our picture.

“Is this the big drop yet?” asked Leia.

“Yeah Leia, and watch this, this time I’m gonna have both my hands up in the air!” proclaimed Henry.

“Just make sure you don’t unbuckle yourself Henry.” We soon saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I said as I hugged my daughter’s waist. “Here we go.” As soon as we went off the drop-off we all screamed before finally splashing down at the bottom, getting soaked with water.  Both my kids were laughing and clapping. “So Leia, was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was better mama! We went up and up and up till we went SHOOSH!!” I smiled down at her and I saw Henry was about to get out as soon as we saw the exit point.

“Hold on Henry, wait till we come to a complete stop.” Another worker soon placed their foot on our log and she said.

“Please watch your step as you exit the log, and we hope you have a good rest of your day at Disneyland. And don’t forget about our fireworks show tonight at 8pm in front of Cinderella’s castle.”  She helped my kids out and I got out on my own with a bit of help from her.  As we collected our stuff, we waited at the bottom of the exit point for Chris and Dean.

A few minutes later we saw them coming down (well Dean was more like racing down while Chris was the one walking).

“Did you boys have fun?”

“You bet we did, and how about you Princess? Was it exciting?” Chris asked as he scooped up my daughter and she laughed giddily.

“It was soo much fun, can we go on it again?”

“Maybe later, for now let’s go see our pictures.” He answered.  We walked further down the trail till we reached the giftshop and went up to the picture booth and waited and that’s when I pointed out for Henry and Leia.

“Look there we are.” All three of our faces filled with screams or joy.  Henry as promised had both of his hands in the air and his eyes were wide.  Meanwhile I turned and saw Chris and Dean’s pictures.  Chris had covered Dean’s eyes with his hands while his blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his sockets, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shall we get a copy?” he asked.

“I don’t know…..”

“C’mon this is my treat.”

“Baby I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of your well-earned—”

“You’re not. This is me treating my lovely girl and her children on a day of fun.” He pecked my cheek before turning to the kids giving them the signal to back him up.

“Please mama, please!” They all ganged up against me giving me the puppy dog eyes, Chris included as he had all my kids in his arms looking right up at me.

“Ohh…..alright.” The kids cheered and then turned to Chris telling him what they wanted.  In the end Dean got a keychain, Henry got a small picture frame and Leia got a small locket, and Chris got him and I a copy of a picture frame of our picture.

After a few more rides, we all began to get hungry so we found ourselves a nice little food court restaurant called “Mickey’s Italian shop”.  As we ordered out food, like you would see on Youtube of the characters coming up to the guests just to hang out with the customers.

So we ended up having Mickey and Pluto coming over to our table.  Pluto being my daughter’s favorite Disney dog was thrilled and gave him a big hug and of course Pluto hugged her back before using that tongue that always hangs out to give her a ‘doggy kiss’.  It was so adorable that I just had to get a picture of them together, I also got some pictures of my boys with Mickey and Chris took one with me, Pluto and Mickey.

The day continued to press on and soon it was nightfall and everyone gathered at Cinderella’s castle to grab the best spot for the fireworks show that was about to happen in the next 7 minutes.  Even with the crowd of people that were already sitting down, we still managed to get good enough seats to still see the castle’s full stature.

After waiting a few more minutes the lights went off and we all cheered as the castle first lite up a lightshow for us.  Showing images and clips from various Disney films as ‘Circle of Life’ blared from the speakers.  Chris and I looked at each other before leaning against one another watching the light show and seeing the kids stare in awe.  Then the big event happened.

A giant red firework shot up and exploded into the sky.  Everyone oohed and ahhed as more fireworks began to fly into the sky before exploding into various colors and sizes.

“Did you have a good time love?”

“This was the most wonderful time I’ve ever had at Disneyland. Even when I was a kid, it didn’t compare to this.”

“I think this might get a little more interesting.” He said.  I was about to ask him what he meant by it but he pressed a finger to my lips and turned my chin back toward the sky.  We continued to watch the fireworks but then something happened I had never seen happen at a Disney firework show.

One firework that went off created an image of Mjolnir, Thor’s famed hammer before three fireworks fired off immediately spelling out.

“YOU AR WORTHY TO ME.” My jaw slowly dropped and I felt my heart stop.  Soon another phrase spelled across the sky, “WILL YOU LET ME BE WORTHY OF YOU?” I turned to Chris who now stood on one knee holding out a small ring.  A spotlight came down onto us and I could hear everyone gasp and cry out around us.

“(Y/n), these past few years have been the best years of my life. I didn’t think I would be happy, until you came into my life. Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?” he opened the box revealing the ring sparkling under the spotlight’s bright light.  I was in tears as I was covering my face with my hands.

Everyone around me, including my kids telling me to say yes.  I nodded rapidly and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster while all around us, everyone was applauding and my kids cam around us and hugged us.

“Ladies and gentlemen we’d like to have the honor of introducing Thor himself, Chris Hemsworth and his new fiancée!” I cupped his cheeks and he kissed my forehead, down my cheek before reclaiming my lips with his.

[negasonicimagines]

Things Change, pt. 1

requests: “ellie x reader enemies to friends to lovers PLEASE” + “negasonic x reader enemies to friends to lovers PLEASE.... the more angst and then attraction and then gay kissing the better” + “May I possibly request a yukisonic fic where ellie and the reader initially hate each other, but the reader and yukio hit it off immediately, and ellie ends up falling and is the first one to confess?? God, I love run on sentences, I promise I'm better than this, but it is 3:40 am where I am and I'm delirious at this point. Anyways, LOVE YOU!! happy bday again!! -🧸” + “Omg Ellie and Reader fic where at first Ellie and Reader don’t get along but then they both keeping having dreams where they’re in love with the other one and making out and it leads to friendship and then LOVE”

author’s notes: okay, I tweaked the requests a little bit because I’ve been looking for an excuse to incorporate ellie���s original power of psychic dreams. ok so remember how wade called her sabrina in dp2? I think it’d be interesting if she’s actually a witch, which would explain why she has the dreams, but then also has the fire power. that’s not entirely relevant to this but it’s my personal hc for her so I thought I’d share! thank you so much for your requests!

warnings: light smut, internalized mutant-phobia(?) due to lack of parental acceptance

Ellie doesn’t like you, doesn’t like the way you pull a laugh so easily out of her girlfriend, the way your eyes sparkle, and the way she feels a twinge of something she’s convinced herself is jealousy when she sees you, even when you’re not around her girlfriend, even though she has those dreams about you.

You don’t like Ellie, either. You don’t like the way she makes a snide remark every time you make a mistake in training, the way her devilish smirk heats up your cheeks, and you definitely do not like her lack of appreciation for Yukio - who you personally would treat like a princess if she was your girlfriend.

But she’s not, and it sickens you how you didn’t get up the courage to ask her out before that asshole Ellie did.

“Honestly, I don’t know how Ellie can watch these kinds of movies, I always get so scared. Like, I know that the stuff isn’t real, but some of it is based on legit folklore! We’re going to see The Curse of La Llorona tonight and I’m so nervous, the commercials alone made me anxious.”

“Just make sure you go to the bathroom beforehand,” you tell her, and she giggles at your joke. “How come you and Ellie never go see movies you like, anyway?”

“Oh, well… I don’t know. After she refused to see Ralph Breaks the Internet, I kinda just gave up and decided I’d just start doing my best to like the movies she does. It’s okay, though, she’s super sweet and holds my hand.”

“Yeah, when you’re not in front of people,” you mutter.

“Come on, Y/N…” Yukio groans. “You two have so much in common, I don’t see why you can’t just be friends.”

Because we have too much in common, you think, but you just sigh.

“Me either. But she’s a bitch to me, so I’m a bitch to her. I’ll stop when she does,” you tell her, and that’s the truth as well. Ellie’s the one who started the music, even if it does take two to tango.

“I can understand that, but do you think that you could just try to get along? It’s kinda stressing me out,” Yukio requests. The fact that she’s mentioning it at all, you know, is because it’s really stressing her out.

“Of course, anything for y- A friend,” you reassure her, and that’s when Ellie comes strolling up. The two of you are sitting at a table in the courtyard with a deck of cards - you’d meant to play, but got carried away with conversation. “Hey, Ellie,” you greet your mortal enemy. “Wanna play some rummy with us?”

The girl eyes you skeptically before answering: “No, thanks. I just wanted to see if Yukio wanted to walk with me to dinner, since we’re heading out for our date right after.” You know she’s onto you, she’s been onto you since the day you two officially met. It means nothing, though, because she’s jealous of you and that insecurity leads to her thinking that if Yukio knew your feelings, she’d choose you.

“You should go ahead, Yukio,” you tell your best friend, for her sake. “If you get too scared, though, I can pick you up. I know Ellie’s looking forward to seeing the movie, I’d hate for her to have to leave.”

“Thank you, Y/N, that’s so sweet!” Yukio cheers as she stands up, buying your passive-aggressive remark towards Ellie as an attempt at kindness. Ellie, though, clearly understands. She takes Yukio’s hand rather roughly and the two go off to dinner.

You begin to set up a game of Solitaire, and your new academic adviser plunks down in front of you, shaking the table a little with his lack of grace.

“Can I help you, Mr. Wilson?”

“You know, you can totally take that little shit in a fight. I mean, I love her, but she’s such a little shit. Also, don’t call me that.”

“How did you even get this job? The academic advisers are supposed to discourage violence.”

“Well, I created a team, known as X-Force-”

“I know that part, Yukio’s in it,” you cut him off, and he releases a dramatic sigh before cutting to the chase.

“Right, right, okay, so, basically, Russell goes here. And I’m Russell’s mentor. And also they want me to stop killing, so they gave me one of the paid academic adviser positions, because academic advisers are just assigned parental figures, because all your parents hate you or at least aren’t around, for the most part.”

“Right,” you respond, drawing out the i before grumbling: “I miss Wolverine. He’s probably smoking a cigar in his mancave-slash-office right now, and all he would be doing right now if he was still my academic adviser is just shooting me a text asking why my Econ grade dropped to a C.”

“Aw, come on, don’t you enjoy a more personal touch? A more hands-on approach?”

“I don’t want your hands anywhere near me! How do you wash gloves after going to the bathroom, or handling money, or-”

“Okay, I’m a dirty weirdo, point taken! God, you’re so mean, it’s surprising that you don’t just date both Ellie and Yukio, considering you and Eleven are so similar.”

“That’s such a terrible idea it’s not even funny,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and hoping you’re not blushing. What?! You’re a simple bottom, a hot girl is mean to you and you develop a small crush no matter how much you dislike her at the same time.

“It wasn’t a joke, weirdo. Come on, go to dinner, and sit with Russell if you don’t mind. It’d boost his street cred around here.”

“Fine. Later,” you agree, scooping up your cards and putting them away in your bag before heading off. You grab some food and sit with Russell, whose head snaps up immediately.

“What are you doing? Wait, I mean- Don’t go.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” you tell him. “Our buddy Wade put me up to this. But, I’d rather sit with you than Negasonic Teenage Bitch. You can never have too many friends, anyways.”

“Thanks,” he says. “What are your powers?”

“You can’t just ask people that, dude. Not everyone likes to talk about it.”

“Oh. No wonder I haven’t been makin’ any friends,” he realizes, looking even more down.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know. I have a healing factor.”

“That is so cool. That’s why they made Wade your academic adviser instead of Logan, ‘cause he has a better healing factor and can help you!” His enthusiasm pleases you, but it also makes you miss Yukio’s own enthusiasm; the way she reassures you that you’re not a monster when you’re down on yourself. Your eyes dart over to where she sits - looking rather bored - before you return your attention to Russell.

“Aw, one of these days you’ve just got to make your move, Y/N,” the boy insists.

“My move?” You ask, skeptical.

“Come on, it’s so obvious you like Yukio.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s made her decision,” you tell him. You may like her, but you know Yukio, and that even if she were to leave Ellie for you, she’d feel immensely guilty for hurting the girl. You’d rather be miserable than have her be miserable.

“But-”

“No ‘but’s, little man,” you tell him. “How was your day?”

Russell chats animatedly about his day while you listlessly eat your dinner. Once he’s done, you deal with your dishes and go to your room, flopping onto your bed and trying to pretend like things are okay. Your phone buzzes.

Wade Wilson: Parent teacher conferences are tomorrow!!!!!!!!! Are Mr n Mrs L/N going to be there

Y/N!!!!: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Wade Wilson: ???

Y/N!!!!: Never mind. They won’t be there

You sigh, slide off your shoes, and stretch out before plugging some earbuds - and your charger - into your phone and watching some Netflix. You stay up a little later than you should, both hoping and not hoping Yukio will text you, before doing your nighttime routine and going to sleep.

~

Ellie and Yukio get back late, but not quite past curfew. Ellie’s surprised, almost disappointed, that you’re not sitting on the love seat by the entryway, watching the doors like a hawk. If there’s anything Ellie appreciates about you, it’s that you’re so protective of Yukio. (Also, you’re really fucking hot, but she doesn’t like to think about that.)

The girls head to their dorm, undressing and redressing, brushing their teeth and washing their faces before cozying up in bed together.

“Y’know, Ellie, Y/N said something interesting to me today.”

Ellie - too tired to censor her expressions - glares at her girlfriend.

“She said she’s only mean to you ‘cause you’re mean to her. Do you think that you could try not being so mean? It would really make me so happy if you two got over your differences and became friends.”

Ellie sighs.

“Come on, I go see a scary movie with you every time you ask and even pay for half and you can’t do this one little thing?” Yukio pleads.

“I hadn’t even answered yet. I was going to say fine. But since you proceeded to ask so nicely… I’ll say yes.”

“Ha. Ha,” Yukio replies, spooning her girlfriend, and the two eventually drift off.

Except, Ellie doesn’t drift off to dreamland. Her prophetic dreams feel different, almost lucid but with no control. She realizes this one is from her perspective quickly, seeing her own outfit and feeling like she’s in her own body.

She’s also in her own room, but the furniture is rearranged. There’s another bed under the top bunk of the bunk bed, and she’s lounging with two other people on the futon next to it, watching a movie on a TV, which is on a nightstand she doesn’t recognize.

Her arm is around someone, but there’s a head in her lap, a head she strokes the hair of tenderly. She looks to her side and sees Yukio. She looks down, and it’s you. Future You turns, wriggling around until you’re facing her.

“Movie’s getting kind of boring,” Future You tells her almost silently, pupils blown wider than usual due to the dark room and maybe something else. She continues to fondle your hair.

“Uh-huh…” Future Ellie hums teasingly. “She likes it, though.”

“We could entertain ourselves… Quietly,” Future You suggests.

“You think so? How?” Future Ellie’s fingers slip from your hair to the smooth skin of your neck, caressing it.

She watches your cheeks darken in the light of the TV.

“Maybe a kiss or two?” you suggest, and Ellie feels Future Ellie’s lips curl into a smirk, feels her heart speed up.

“Then give me a kiss or two,” Future Ellie replies, and Future You swiftly straddles her. Ellie can feel the perfect movements of your lips against hers, and vice versa; feels her hands ball up in your shirt. Your hips rock against hers as the lip-locking continues, and Future Ellie’s hands move, one sliding under your shirt to rest firmly against your back while the other tangles in the hair at the back of your head.

You moan into her mouth and she feels herself pull tighter, tipping your head back to ravish your neck.

“Quietly,” Future Ellie reminds you in a whisper against your neck as she cuts her eyes over to Yukio, whose attention towards the TV is wavering. “The movie’s still going.”

Ellie wakes up with a start - and with a wet cunt - as Future Ellie sinks her teeth into Future You’s neck.

“Fuck,” she sighs out. This isn’t the first time she’s had a prophetic dream like this, about the three of you dating. She’s not sure what changes. She’s not sure she wants to know. Was it yesterday, when you offered her a place in your game of cards? 

Maybe it’s the fact that Yukio asked her to be nicer to you - Yukio probably asked the same of you as well. What about parent-teacher conferences, this evening? Will seeing your family give her a different perspective of you?

“Morning, honey,” Yukio sleepily says, curling around her girlfriend tighter. “You excited for parent-teacher conferences? You’ll finally get to meet my dads…”

“Great,” Ellie snickers, kissing her girlfriend on the head. “Two shovel talks.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be great. They’re looking forward to meeting you… Speaking of, I know I asked last night, but it’s really important you play nice with Y/N today. They really like her.”

“Of course they do,” Ellie replies, rolling her eyes. “We should head to breakfast a little early, I know you’ve got all that Welcoming Committee shit to do.”

“Yeah…” Yukio agrees, releasing Ellie from her cuddling before stretching out and getting ready for her day.

Maybe playing nice is what will change things.

Training is always an interesting experience for Ellie. It’s one of the few times she’s around you when you’re not interacting with Yukio, typically training with Wade and sneaking glances at Ellie’s girlfriend that are the only reason he’s able to beat you, nowadays.

The two of you are whacking sticks against sticks already, and that’s not an innuendo. The clack of wood against wood - which sounds even worse - is typically one of the noises Ellie often uses to ground herself while practicing smaller blasts.

However, this time, she doesn’t practice her own abilities. Instead, she just watches you and Wade. It looks almost choreographed, the way you two flow together, and she realizes it’s because Wade’s the one who’s really taught you how to fight. Logan may have trained you while he was your academic adviser, but because Wade is teaching you in his own way, now, you’re learning to fight as he does.

Dirty, Ellie thinks, but then sucks in a breath through her nose, snapping out of her thoughts for a moment.

It’s intriguing, she’s able to admit to herself. You’re intriguing. 

Your eyes keep being drawn to her, though, realizing she’s staring, and Wade eventually manages to overtake you. Ellie’s always wondered what you could do - what your mutation is - and part of her’s terrified to find out, considering she’s never seen it.

“Longer than usual without Yukio in here to distract you, good job. Go see your other girlfriend,” Ellie hears Wade say.

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend, weirdo, she fucking hates me. Look at how she’s glaring.”

Not staring, but glaring, you said, and Ellie realizes that her resting bitch face is probably part of the reason you two have never gotten along.

“Well, go see her regardless of your romantic attachments. I wanna pester Nathan, you need a training partner, and hers is busy being president of the Come Join Our Cult Committee. Go, little bird.”

You flip him a bird that’s not little, walking over to Ellie.

“I assume you heard that,” you say, and she nods.

“I wasn’t glaring,” Ellie replies. “Just have resting bitch face.”

“Then why were you staring, Phimister?” You ask.

“Because, I think the way you two spar is interesting. It’s… Fluid.”

“I get what you mean. That’s what he wants. Get caught up in the pattern, and he’ll trip you up by going outside of it. But at this point, I anticipate that too,” you tell her.

“That’s impressive,” Ellie admits, because it is. Wade Wilson is a world class mercenary and you’re nearly on par with him? There’s no way she can spin that into an insult.

“Seriously? You never-” You look almost happy at what Ellie said, but then your expression falls. “Right, Yukio probably put you up to this. Whatever, we should probably get to it, then. What’re you looking to do today?”

“We could spar, too. My powers aren’t exactly low-range.”

“Show-off,” you remark. “Well then, let’s get to it.” The two of you get on some gear better suited to hand-to-hand sparring before going at it.

It’s a few minutes of back and forth, with you mostly dominating. She can hear Nathan and Wade’s pestering in the background before suddenly-

“Ellie, look out!” Your head cuts to the side and you shove her away before absorbing a shot from Nathan’s gun. You’re knocked down, and Ellie gasps like she was the one that was shot.

“Y/N!” Ellie cries out, rushing over to you. “What’s going on, what do I do? Why did you do that?!” Ellie’s not a very anxious person, but she can feel herself begin to panic. “Oh my god, oh my god, why did you do that?!” She tears up, realizing that there’s a very low chance you’ll survive.

“Ah, fuck, what are you freaking out about?” You groan. Nathan and Wade jog over.

“You- You’re going to die! You just fucking saved my life and you’re going to die!”

“Uh-“

“I’m- I’m sorry, kid,” Nathan says, also kneeling beside you. “Should’ve held tighter to the gun, but that prick jostled it outta my hands.”

You can’t help it. You crack up. Wade does, too.

“You should see the look on your faces. Jeez, El, I didn’t know you cared so much,” you manage to get out before more laughter erupts. You feel the internal damage slowly repair itself, the tissues of ruptured organs reattaching. “Fuck, stop crying, I can’t laugh anymore, it hurts.”

“This- This isn’t funny. I know I’ve said some mean things before, but-“

You laugh even harder, cutting her off. Eventually, you look at your torn gym clothes and realize that despite the (already fading into a scar) burn, you’re ready to get up. The damaged organs will continue to heal themselves.

You reach up for Wade’s hand, and despite his laughter continuing, he manages to take it and support you.

“Oh, fuck, that hurt. Whew! Asshole.” You give Wade a punch to the arm.

“I- I don’t understand, you- You have a healing factor, you bitch!” Ellie realizes, wiping her face. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“I don’t know what for, it’s not like you care for me very much,” you tell her. “Just consider it revenge for all the horror movies you make Yukio watch.”

“But you saved my life. I mean, you still did.” Do you think she wants you dead? Ellie can’t help but feel bad for the way she’s acted towards you, even if it was only a little more hostile than she is towards other people.

“And? Mine isn’t exactly going away anytime soon.” The scar on your midriff fades, leaving smooth skin exposed that Ellie’s eyes are drawn to before they flick up at you. “So does this mean we have a truce or something, now?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she responds.

This might be what changes things.