#but as soon as alex said 'please dont' i knew he was done for

[iloverainnnx]

"Please stop streaming I need you.." (smut, quackity x reader)

This is the first quackity smut I ever wrote be respectful :) I will try to improve !

Summary : quackity was busy streaming and you were needy for him.

Quackity x Female reader

18 + dni if -18

At was around 10pm Alex was currently streaming in his room and you were in the living room . You felt hot and needy all night  because he teased you before the stream wich wasn't the best idea You sat there trying to hold yourself back since you didn't wanna bother Alex during his stream you were looking down at yourself tho thinking about it and just decided to send a snap to your boyfriend of your thighs saying. 'Baby when  are you done I really need you..' he replied over chat since he didn't had time to take a picture and just said 'I think I'm done soon can you wait?' You just replied with a thumbs up cause you were really getting needy having thoughts about Alex and you having sex . You then decided to pull your pants and shirt off staying in the pretty lingerie Alex and you bought together you knew that Alex liked this one since he helped choosing it he couldn't keep his hands off you . You just sat there waiting unpatient you decided not being able to wait walking upstairs to his streaming room on your tip toes so he wouldn't hear anything . You peaked into the room his door wasn't displayed on his face cam so nobody saw you quackity looked over muting his stream after telling his chat he's gonna head to.the bathroom for a second he walked to his door and opened it looking you up and down . Alex grabbed your waist softly "what are you doing Hermosa?" He asked and rubbed your sides. "I need you please alex..." you looked into his deep brown eyes "please..?" He nodded "wait a second " he walked back to his computer saying he'd had a meeting to catch he forgot about. He ended his stream, finally .

He walked back to you and picked you up. "I'm glad you tried to wait mi Vida " he said carrying you to the bedroom laying you down on it. You started to pull on his shirt pulling him down to kiss him wich you did then . This caught him a little off guard but he went with it pushing his tongue into your mouth he started taking off his shirt and just threw it to the end of the room. You then pulled on his pants he looked down at you. "Can't wait ?" You didn't reply but nodded aswell he then unzipped his pants sliding them off his growing boner just tightening inside of his boxers you got up wanting to taste him for a little so you got up on your knees on the floor looking up "please" he knew exactly what you wanted he pulled his boxers down revealing his boner his tip was already red about to leak pre you took him in your hand and slowly and sloppy licked around his tip down to his dick . He let out soft whimpers only.so far he wasn't the best at keeping quiet but you were good at it so it was even harder when you did it. You then tried taking him whole as he took your hair up holding it into a ponytail pushing you down his cock. "I'm sorry mi Vida.. I needed too" you just looked up and he kept deep throating you for a minute or two after that you went up and got on his lap "I dont want to wait love" you said as he nodded and pulled your panties down also throwing them away laying you on the bed "you sure you want this?" You knew he knew that you wanted him but he always asked for consent you smiled "yes please.." you said as he positioned hiself and slowly entered your yet wet hole. "Gosh you're so wet" he buried his face in your shoulder and waited when he was in you. "Tell me when you're ready " it took you like 5minutes to adjust he wasn't a huge dick type of person but he was definitely thick. You then nod giving him a sign that he could start and so he did he started moving slow but went faster pretty quick since it was easy to move by how wet you were, you started to moan kinda loud. "Alex..God.. I love this so much I love the feeling of having you in me" you spoke out before going back to.a complete moaning mess he was going faster he lifted your leg putting it on his shoulder so he could see more of you he then slowed down for a second taking your bra off he was focused on getting you pleasure he didn't realized you were still wearing it but now that it was off it looked so much hotter than before Alex loved your tits he was still moving going a little faster again going with his free hand on your throbbing clit rubbing it slowly you lost control getting even louder while moaning "... I'm so close please don't stop.." you spoke out and he nodded and started going a little faster he came before you pulling out Cumming on your stomach since he didn't know if you were on your pill or not currently . He waited till he was done and looked at you looking a little sad from him pulling out you didn't want a ruined orgasm but quackity knew that he got down opening your legs starting to eat you out and finger you at the same time his finger were long and thick so it definitely felt really fucking good wich was hearable by your loud moans. He was sucking on your clit and moving his finger until you felt the knot in your stomach relase and you grabbed his hair you came a bunch honestly he went from your clit down to your pussy pushing his tongue into you he slurped your juices like a starved man after he was done he got up cleaning you and himself up

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too Alex.." you said cuddling onto him you both fell asleep pretty quickly since it was late anyways..

Thanks for reading <3

Feel free to request anything :)

[cass-cc]

"Oh, I don't like the gross ones," Alexander J Newall says before casually subjecting Helen, Alasdair, and all of chat to the concept of a Shite-ner.

Video description/captions below the readmore

[ID: a clip from Rusty_Quill's "The Magnus Archives 2 Kickstarter Pre-Launch!" Twitch Livestream. On screen are Alexander J Newall, Helen Gould, and Alasdair Stuart.

Helen: I've got a gross one. It's from Teresa-

Alex: Oh, I don't like the gross ones, alright.

Helen: "How did Leitner use the bathroom all those years he was living in the tunnels? I don't need a Word of God answer since I like my headcanon, but how did you envision him dealing with that when you wrote him?"

Alex: Oh, dead easy!

Helen: ... Just shat everywhere?

Alex: Don't be gross!

Helen and Alasdair: [laughing]

Alex: Creepy book.

As he says this, an edited cover of "Everyone Poops" briefly appears on screen. It has the insignia that reads "From The Library of Jurgen Shite-ner".

Helen: What?

Alex: Creepy book!

Everyone Poops from the Library of Jurgen Shite-ner appears once again.

Helen: He's got a book of poo? [dissolves into laughter]

Alex: He's got a book, right? Uh, and this is- this is not canon, god, no, but he's got this book, right? And what's its Creepy Thing? Well it eats anything that's-

Alasdair: [holds up a handwritten sign that says "4 LEGAL PURPOSES"]

Helen, overlapping, distraught: No! Alex!

Alex: -put between it's pages-

Helen: Alex, no!

Alex: Job done! That'd work! Creepy book!

Once again the same book briefly appears.

Helen: No!!!

Alex: It's- it's- it's Leitner.

Alasdair: [puts away the sign]

Alex: The majority of his problems are solved with some form of creepy book!

The book flashes onscreen one last time.

Helen: No! [dissolves into laughter]

Alex: Jonny will never forgive me. Actually, chat, please don't tell Jonny I said that.

[Woe is Me, on the world's smallest violin, begins to play]

Alex: He will never forgive me.

Helen: Ohhhh...

Alex: That i- that is unacceptable digression.

Helen: Oh, no...

A screenshot of Jonny's Tumblr post (username jonnywaistcoat) from October 30th, which was posted approximately 1 hour and 49 minutes after these words were said, fades into view. It reads:

"It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that the Magnus fandom is full of fuckin snitches

#lotta you messaging me about shit alex said #and this is a no snitch zone"

Alex: Am I wrong?

Helen: Yes!

/END ID]

[mellohidisc]

╰ ☆ ╮𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 - discord au ✰⋆

1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

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𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘: 5/5 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 || 𝘺/𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.

But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.

Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.

I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.

sex havers and y/n.

fucking idiots, all five of them.

looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.

"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.

"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.

"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.

"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.

"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."

"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."

"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.

dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.

my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.

"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.

"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.

before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.

"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.

"yes karl?" george asked innocently.

"SCREW YOU!"

the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.

oh dear god...

anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.

i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.

"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.

"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.

"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."

george groaned in protest.

"why-"

"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.

I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.

yet he proved me wrong.

being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.

"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.

"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"

"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."

I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.

"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.

"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.

"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.

Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.

"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.

the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.

"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."

"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.

the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

"what! why are you laughing?"

"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.

i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.

"no okay no guys please. listen-"

"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.

"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.

my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.

"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.

"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.

i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.

[quackisinnit]

Coffee Shop AU || irl!Quackity x Reader

Request: heard you were taking requests,,, coffee shop hc for quackity? Maybe reader just started working there and that’s the café he always goes to????

Notes: i love coffee shop au's sm. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD CAUSE I HATE DOING THAT!!🖕🖕

Genre: fluff, romantic, irl, gender neutral

Warnings: none

when he first saw you, he immeadiately knew you were new. he was a regular there

he also noticed how attractive you were

"y/n?" he read your nametag aloud, not noticing he did. "yes? oh and welcome to [cafe name]! what is your order for today?"

ok now he's fallen for you and he doesn't even know it!! yet

"oh uhm..."

this was the first time he was speechless. your voice was just so soothing that he couldn't say anything

"uhm? hello sir? are you alright?"

"oh uh yeah, i uh want uhm, you know what? give me a bit more time please, i'll be back when i'm ready."

you smiled and nodded, "alright then"

alex walks to a nearby table and sits down

you know he messaged karl

it went something along the lines of 'karl i just saw the prettiest person ever'

karl: 'is it me??'

he talks with karl for a bit before he realizes he's been sitting there for 10 minutes

'i mean, yeah but anyways, its a new cashier at a cafe i always go to'

after mustering up the courage, he finally stands up to order

fortunately, he wasn't stuttering as much and wasn't as nervous

once he was done, he walked as fast as he could back to his table

as you took orders, he saw how you interacted with the other workers there

alex saw how nice you were and how you made your coworkers laugh easily

soon, he starts going there more than usual

he also tries to strike up a conversation with you whenever he can

he asks you stuff like, "how are you?" "how's your day?"

but soon, alex starts to learn more about you

your hobbies, what you're favorite book is, and if you have any pets!

you start to learn more about him too. even the fact he streams

alex also helps in closing up if he can even if he doesnt work there lol

from time to time, he stays 'til the end of your shift just to walk/drive you home

your relationship is kinda,,, confusing?

you both know lots about eachother but you don't even have eachother's number/social media

so after many messages of karl convincing him to ask your number, alex finally did it

the only way you both talk to eachother is by him going to the cafe

its not that you both didnt want to know, it just never came up so you both never thought about it

it was,,,,,,, an experience

so here's the plan he made

step 1: go to the cafe with flowers and ask for your number

step 2: hope it goes alright cause this was his whole plan

he knew it wasnt the most thought out plan, but a plan is a plan

when he arrived at the flower shop, he got your favorite flower (if you have one)

unfortunately, he got into traffic on the way to the cafe

alex was trying to think of every kind of solution he could to get there as quick as possible since your shift was almost over

but he ended up just driving through it since nothing worked

as if things couldnt get any worse, it started to rain

he checked his backseat if he had an umbrella and he didnt

"as if my day couldnt get any worse" he mumbled to himself

after a bit, he finally arrived

alex was so nervous and his palms were sweaty

when he walked in, you werent there

he panicked cause where the hell are you?? did he come all this way for nothing???

but sir alex quackity never gives up!!

he asked your coworker where you were and they said you were on break

(and you decided to take your break in the park)

he thanks them and speed walks to his car

and alex drives to the park like his life DEPENDED ON IT.

fast and furious typa beat😩

he arrived there and saw you sitting on a bench

"thisisitthisisitthisisit"

he was ready to ask you but he was still nervous

"hey, uh its me alex" he was holding the flowers behind him and had a small smile on his face. "oh hey! what brings you here?"

"i wanted to give you these" alex handed you the flowers and bit his lip. 'what if you dont like them? what if you think he's creepy?'

"thank you, they're beautiful. but you sti-" you were cut off by an alarm from your phone. your break was over. "my break is over so can we talk later?"

"i can't talk later, i'm busy but can i have your number?" alex stuttered. "wow real smooth," you giggle. "but sure."

you wave him goodbye and start walking back to the cafe. was it a mission succes? definitely.

[damnedparker]

fugitives

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, swearing, Extremely Soft alex, cliche flower date, literally all fluff because thats my brand i guess

summary: alex law is a lot of things, but he most definitely is not a shitty boyfriend.

3k words alex lawies! what! i dont even know what this is. soppy romantic stuff. i love this stupid criminal man too much and no one can stop me. all i can write is fluff. everyday i wake up and choose yearning

You almost groaned as you were brought out of a vague sort of sleep for the third time that night, your boyfriend going through another bout of shifting around for the thousandth time. Alex had always had on and off issues with falling asleep, what he attributed to having a brain that just never stopped or slowed down enough to relax unless he was completely exhausted. You understood what he meant, you only wished you could do something to help. You had tried getting him to read, or relaxing to music before sleep, but neither seemed to help much for him.

As he shifted around again, tangling and untangling his legs with yours multiple times before tossing his head to the side in frustration, you scooted away from your usual place tucked into his side. You had hopes that giving him space without you being half on top of him might help him find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. Soon, you began to doze off again, your body tuning out his tossing and turning just enough before you were woken up by him whispering your name when he stilled. You replied in a sleepy hum, not quite coherent enough to form any words at the moment.

“Are you mad at me?” You blinked your eyes open at that, confused.

“No, Alex, why d’you think that?”

“You moved away from me.”

“I thought maybe you would be more comfortable that way is all.” You yawned, closing your eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” There was a beat of silence, and you thought he had tried to fall asleep again before he reached out for you and pulled you back into his arms, his front pressed tightly against your back. You smiled at the return of his warmth, much preferring to sleep with him holding you or vice versa. More moments of quiet passed, and you began to get sleepy again. But once more, Alex’s voice brought you back to the waking world.

“When’s the last time we went on a date?”

“What?” You mumbled, not sure if you heard him right.

“I don’t know when the last time we went out together was.” He shifted against you again to push his legs between yours, his cold feet settling against your calves. You easily fought the urge to shiver, used to his icy palms and feet pressing against your skin or warmth during the night.

“We went out to the pub just last week.” You replied, becoming fully awake now. A frustrated puff of air from Alex met the back of your neck.

“I’d hardly call me getting shitfaced-drunk a proper date, love.” His fingers began to nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he spoke, a telling tick that Alex always smoothed over with brazen or loud words, pushing down the fact that he was distressed. You covered his hand with yours and pressed it to your tummy to still his movements, now exposed from all the shifting around the both of you had done.

“I don’t need a proper date, or whatever that even means, Alex. I just like being around you.” It sounded incredibly corny, sure, but it was true. You’d much rather get plastered or stay home watching movies with your boyfriend, than have to go through the motions at some overpriced restaurant only to come home and do the very same thing you would rather be doing in the first place.

You turned around in his arms, changing positions so that your head rested on his chest, your arms hugging his middle. He began playing with your hair quietly, not saying anything after your last statement. He had seemed to relax a little at your reassurance, but you could feel the insecurity lingering in his movements and the silence that followed without some kind of acceptance or witty comment.

This time it was you who broke the quiet.

“What’s got you thinking about this in the middle of the night?”

“A few days ago, when we were hanging around on the couch, David said some fuckin’ thing about us never going out on a date, and me being a shitty boyfriend. I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.” He mumbled bitterly, upset with himself for letting this get to him. You scooted up slightly, so your face was level with his, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face, which was quite the sight from all the tossing and turning in bed.

“Well, David’s a twat,” you murmured next to his ear, causing a small grin to break out on Alex’s face. He turned to look at you, dark circles present under his icy, soft eyes, his smile unfading. You had to actively stop yourself from bursting out with an I love you, not wanting to make the moment too serious, and you weren’t sure that Alex was the type to say it. You were also a little nervous to tell him, and mostly just hoped that somehow, he knew how much you cared for him. And, of course, you hoped he felt the same. “You are anything but a shitty boyfriend, my Alex. You’re my favorite person.” He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm, now resting against his cheek. A quiet sigh of contentment left his lips, and you closed the small gap between your faces to give him a long kiss.

“Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, get away from this stupid flat for a bit.” He pressed his cheek to yours, breath tickling your ear as he murmured softly to you. Tingles spread down your spine at the intimacy, and your hand found its way under his t-shirt, soft with wear, running up his back to feel his skin.

“Where to?” You raised an eyebrow. He sat up slightly to rest his cheek on his hand as he looked down at you, pretending to think hard before answering. Your heart fluttered when his other hand found yours, gently squeezing.

“Wherever you want.”

“Well, then I’d like to stay home.” Alex sighed dramatically and hung his head in lighthearted annoyance. The smile that had overtaken your lips since he’d woken you was incapable of leaving your face as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He peeked up at you with one eye.

“You’re so difficult, you know that?”

“I do it just to make you mad.” The smile on your face was wiped off briefly as you squeaked in surprise when Alex leapt up from his position, trying to pin you to the bed. Laughter rung out far too loudly from your lungs in the middle of the night as you scrambled to escape his hold, albeit not very successfully. Just as you had one foot on the floor to leave the bed, Alex grabbed your other ankle, and the movement of you pulling away resulted in you crashing onto the wood floor, with Alex following, landing on top of you with an almost comical oof. You groaned under him, a bit of pain coming from his weight, as well as the contact your body had made with the hard floor. There was barely a moment to register said pain, as the two of you wrestled on the floor for a bit, somehow bringing the blankets with you across the room within the struggle. You eventually yielded to your boyfriend, far too out of breath from laughter and effort to fight any longer, and also knowing you were making too much noise.

“I win.”

“Yeah, I think that happens when you give the other person a concussion.” You sarcastically replied, wincing when you tried to sit up. Alex’s eyebrows drew up in concern, but you stopped him. “I’m just kidding, Alex. But that fall did kinda hurt. You’re fucking heavy.”

“It’s all my muscles.” He grinned, letting you go to lay next to you. You pinched his bicep as he moved over.

“Yeah, these chicken arms are so strong.” You teased, and he scoffed again in feigned offence.

“You know, I’ll remember that the next time you’re drunk and you don’t want to walk home from the pub,” He pointed a finger at you, which your response was point your own at him. Except, you know, the middle one. “Ohh, you’re so sweet, darling.” He cooed. You rolled over to straddle his waist, taking his position from earlier. Alex rested his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. It was a curiosity how this man didn’t get whatever he wanted when he was capable of looking at you the way he did. “Please can we go somewhere tomorrow?”

“Okay,” you finally agreed, and he sat up in excitement, making you slide down to his lap. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Somewhere fun though. Not a fancy restaurant.”

“What about a… lower grade restaurant?”

“Alex…” He responded to your small whine with your own name in the same tone, tilting his head with the cutest puppy dog eyes in the world.

“I don’t like restaurants either, but we can get the food to go. I’ll take you to that park you like, with the botanical gardens,” he pouted. “Come on, I’ll pick you a flower or some romantic crap like that.”

“I don’t think those flowers are meant for picking, sweetheart,” His only response was a mischievous grin. You should have known better than to even try to say anything opposing his plans. You weren’t ever going to really say no in the first place; why would you reject any amount of time spent with your boyfriend? Especially when he was being uncharacteristically romantic, or at least romantic in his own way. “I suppose we can go.”

“Good,” His smile turned soft. “Now I really won’t be able to sleep.”

--

The next day, Alex burst into your apartment after you had gotten home from work. Literally right after. You had barely taken off your shoes.

“Sometimes I regret giving you a key to my flat.” Your hands gripped at the sofa you were leaning on, recovering from the minor heart attack he had given you from his sudden appearance.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He teased, grabbing onto your waist from the side. Your eyes softened as you took in his appearance, dressed in your favorite combination of the approximately six options in clothes he had; a green sweatshirt, denim jacket, topped by his leather jacket.

“I like you very much, Alex.” your voice was almost dreamy as you said it, locking eyes with him for a moment too long. Your boyfriend shifted a little, seeming to get nervous and glancing down before he spoke.

“We best get going soon, huh?” The sudden change of subject made you swallow hard, worried you’d ruined something at his now fidgety state. You nodded and mumbled something about changing before rushing off to your room. That was weird, and the sudden shift in mood from Alex meant something was either wrong, or you had made him uncomfortable somehow. Great. Not like that won’t haunt you the rest of the night. Totally.

As soon as you emerged from your room, clothes changed and forcibly pushing down what had happened a moment ago, Alex seemed back to his regular, excited self, throwing you a grin that encouraged you to file the moment ago in the back of your mind. Along with how clammy his palm felt when he slid his fingers between yours. Maybe he was still anxious in relation to everything he said last night.

There was only a brief separation of touch as you both slid into the Mini Cooper. Key into ignition, gear shift in reverse; Alex threw his arm over the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking lot, stopping briefly with his foot on the brake to press a kiss to your cheek before switching gears and heading out onto the road. His hand soon landed in its regular affectionate spot on your thigh as he drove, turning up his favorite album so the two of you could sing along, your off-key screaming going in and out as you got swept up in random conversations. When it was warm enough, Alex would roll all the windows down, and you’d cruise forever until you end up parked in the shadows somewhere to make out like teenagers. It was torturous how much you loved him; how happy he made you feel. You hoped you made him feel the same way.

The oh-so romantic meal for the night were greasy chips to share, probably detrimental for your intestines later, and sandwiches from the place you both frequented often, as it was almost the exact middle distance between your flats. As per tradition, the two of you ate on the bench outside, as the weather was a little chilly as dusk approached, but not cold enough yet to scare you off. The two of you talked about the usual as you ate, jumping from topic to topic with the ease of trapeze artists, supporting each other with interest as you went. Alex was smiling far more than usual, especially when the two of you were talking about work of all things, and the way his eyes followed your every movement squeezed your heart just the same as his hugs did after a few days apart. Whatever was on his mind was clearly tinging his behavior, and you definitely could tell, with the other signals from other, something was up with him. You just didn’t know what.

What followed your dinner was another car ride, as the gardens you loved were too far of a walking distance. And although it wasn’t a long distance when driving, you were still anxious to get out as soon as you got there, throwing open the door mere seconds after Alex parked the car.

The gardens were fairly empty, but not totally so; a few people roamed about here and there, but they were mostly adults. Alex trailed close behind you as you began to explore, surveying all the new plants that had been added since the last time you’d been able to visit.

“I should’ve brought a camera,” he mentions as you study a patch of dahlias, maroons and oranges beautiful in the soft light of the scattered lampposts around the gardens. “You’re so pretty.” The last comment was softer than his first, amplified by his sudden presence next to you, an arm slipping around your waist. You glanced over to meet his gaze, already stuck on you, tilting your head just so. Something was definitely going on with him. But knowing Alex, he wasn’t telling you for a reason, so it’d be best to just let him get to whatever it is on his own. In all honesty, his tone had struck you silent, and you didn’t know what to say. A kiss on his jaw replaced any words you could’ve forced out of your mouth.

The two of you stuck to the other’s sides as you continued to stroll through the gardens, conversing about both the flowers and whatever tangential topic struck your thoughts.

Eventually, you ended up sitting on a bench next to your favorite flowers of the night, the honeysuckle. Something about them was drawing you towards them, and Alex had insisted you sit for a while and talk. His jacket had found its way to your shoulders a while ago, due to the slight shiver you had experienced a few times from a breeze that was a bit too strong, and your boyfriend immediately jumping on the idea that, god forbid, you were a bit too cold. He would never admit it, but sometimes he was very protective of your comfort level. It was sweet.

You were busy looking up at the stars which were growing brighter as the night wore on when Alex called your name softly. His hand slipped into yours again, beginning to play with your fingers like he always did when something was bothering him.

“You know,” he paused, looking down at his lap and seeming very interested in watching his thumb stroke and rub gently over your knuckles. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been the best boyfriend over the past year… I know I’m temperamental and annoying sometimes—”

“Alex,” you stopped him with a gentle smile. “Like I told you last night, you’re my favorite person. No conditions and no buts.” He still wouldn’t look at you, so you took the opportunity to brush his hair from his face to know you were listening attentively. “What is it?”

“I just—” He sighed, his shoulders readjusting as he sat up and finally turned his head to you. “I really love you.” His eyes were full of worry as he made his confession, and all you could do is squeeze his hand in reply with a soft, reassuring smile. “I’ve never really committed to someone before, so I’ve just been… really worried about telling you. I don’t know. I know you like me, every logical part of my brain shows me that. I know I would be devastated if you left. I just—I worry you don’t wanna be stuck with someone like me sometimes. Especially when my flatmates barely tolerate me. I don’t know how you manage to all the time.”

“It’s not something I have to think about, I just do,” you shrugged. Your brain was working on mostly auto-pilot at his words, the confession spreading warmth through your body like wildfire. “I love you, idiot. Of course I love you.” A grin spread across Alex’s face at your words, both in relief and in affection. Before you could add on to your statement, he rushed forward to smother you in an excited kiss, his hand slipping up to cradle your jaw. And then he repeated the motion, a few times over, a punctuation to his confession, and a release of worry.

“Fuck.” He murmured as he pulled away for the last time. You furrowed your eyebrows in question, as he tore his eyes away from you to lean over and pluck a honeysuckle flower from next to the bench.

“Alex, I wasn’t kidding when I said that’s not what those are for—"

“Be quiet, baby, I’m being romantic,” he shushed, tucking the flower gently above your ear. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped from you and caused you to tilt your head; just a bit too much, as the flower drifted into your lap. Alex let out another curse and carefully slipped it back to where it was, eyeing it like a disobedient dog. “I was gonna do that before I told you.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s still cute now,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing and tugged on the hand joined with yours. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the flower police arrest you for theft.”

“Please, they’d never catch us. I wouldn’t let them,” he scoffed, playing along. “Besides, we’re too cute to be prosecuted.”

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From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 4

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A/N: hello there!!! here is the next chapter, I'm so so sorry it took me so long, I was sick for 5 days and no feeling unmotivated, but I hope the others will not take nearly as long!! I really hope you like it and please LMK what you think!! And as always, thank you to my babe Ash ( @imagines-r-s ) for helping me with literally everything🥰💕💕

change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

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Warnings: lots of cursing, specifically excessive use of the word "ass", mentions of iCarly , I think thats it, if you think I missed a warning please inform me!!!

Summary: Brocks plan continues... more stuff happens

Word Count: 2.82k

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There was an awkward pause where, to you, it looked like Elias was thinking really hard about something.

“...wait,” he finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“Okay, like a few weeks ago, we were in the hotel room and, you were upset with Marky because of the whole Gabe Landeskog thing,” he started.

You thought for a second and- oh, “Oh...shit. No. No, no Elias, I'm not having this conversation right now,” you knew exactly what he was talking about since that exact moment had caused about 3 panic attacks in the past month.

“You don't even know what I’m going to say,” he said with a little laugh at how you were reacting.

“Oh yes, I do.”

“Ok, Y/N wait just sit down.”

“BROCK,” you ignored him and got up, shouting at the door that you entered in about, hmm, yep, 5 years ago.

“Y/N,” he seemed like he wanted to talk when you really, truly did not.

“BROCK BOESER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT FUCKING NOW,” you continued shouting at that damned door.

“Y/N...please,” he sounded sweet and calm. Which kinda calmed you down slightly, so once you realized Brock wasn't going to open that door any time soon, you sat back down on the couch next to where Petey was sitting. You sat a little too close at first, both of you looking into each other's eyes. Your faces were roughly a foot away from each other, as you looked in his eyes, you thought you saw a glimmer of something, something you knew he was seeing in your eyes. You snapped yourself out of it and pulled away, scooching yourself back about a foot. Right then, Elias reached for you and placed his hand on your arm. “Y/N, just...sorry. I was just going to ask what Quinn meant that day when he said ‘you really have a thing for swedes, huh,’” he tried to mimic your other American friend, his impression made you laugh.

You groaned and put your forehead on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a second, taking in his scent. Then you pulled your head back and started to speak, “Yeah, about that. Um, so, yeah, that-that thing, uh,” you cleared your throat.

“Are you going to say anything or is it just ‘um, yeah, so, um?’”

“Shut up” you giggled “I just never thought I’d have to say this to you,” you covered your heated face with your hands.

“Well, I always thought he was talking about Marky, but apparently thats not true. I just didn’t know you knew many other swedes.”

“...yo-,” you sighed. He didn’t realize what Quinn was saying, “oh my god, my dumbass brother is rubbing off on you. Ok, name the other swedes I know.”

“Well there's Marky, Oscar, Loui, Alex, and uh, Brock said you knew uh, Partick Nemeth and Johnny Oduya when you interned in Dallas during college. Oh, and Brock had mentioned you had a crush on Klingberg at one point, right?”

“Yes, but, uh- oh my lord,” you took a deep breath and tried to make sure you didn’t blurt anything out like an idiot would do, “I think you’re missing one.”

“What? Well, Nilsson before he got traded. And Brock was here when the twins were still playing, right?”

“Ok, Elias, you’re missing one person, one fucking person,” you were starting to get frustrated.

“I dont think I understand…”

“Ok, if you were to make it on team Sweden for the winter Olympics, Marky, and Landeskog too, ok?”

“Yeah?”

“Ok, who on that team would know me?”

“Well considering I dont know who else would be on that team it’s hard to say, but me, mark and Gabe would.”

“Ok, perfect. So that list of Swedes earlier was missing…” you gestured for him to finish your sentence.

“Oh, I’m stupid, I forgot myself,” you nodded and waited for him to process, it took longer than one would’ve thought but that's beside the point. His eyes got wide and his face turned red. He didn’t speak, you knew he knew now, but he wasn’t saying anything.

Shit, fuck, it’s exactly what you were afraid of.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK??? How did this happen, Elias is so completely and utterly stunned. Y/N Y/M/N Boeser had an actual, real-life crush on him? (God he feels like he’s in middle school again, freaking out about a “crush”)Ok, he’s definitely dreaming, that's the only thing he can think right now because he didn’t think this was a possibility. That’s when he realized, he hadn’t said anything yet, he’d just been staring at her with what he could only assume was an idiotic expression. He took in her expression, she was staring at her lap, her eyes wide, she looked tense, like she needed a hug.

Elias grabbed her and pulled her into his body, she tightened her arms around his waist and tucked her head into his neck. He could feel her heart racing, or was that his? He squeezed her tighter, trying to stall the inevitable. What was he supposed to say? “Yeah, Y/N I’ve had a massive crush on you, even before I met you in person. I’m pretty sure I might just be in love with you, sorry I never said anything. Oh, also, I can’t be with you because your brother and all of our friends would murder me.” Elias knew he wasn’t the smartest, but he wasn’t that much of an idiot.

Just then Y/N pulled back from the hug, looking much happier than before, her eyes met him and they both smiled fondly, just then Elias realized just how close their faces were. Shit, he really wanted to, he could feel her breath and his eyes flickered down to her lips. He unknowingly swiped his tongue over his, and she did the same and bit her lip ever so slightly. His heart was racing, she must be able to hear it. He leans in the slightest bit, to test the waters. To his surprise, she leans in the rest of the way and their lips finally connect.

It’s even more amazing than he ever would have imagined. Every nerve in his body is firing. He grabs her neck and they move together, in unison, and it's almost as if they’ve done this a thousand times before. It feels so easy, so natural, so perfect. He is by every definition, elated. He truly can’t believe this is happening. As he comes back to reality, he feels her hands siding up to his chest, she groans slightly as her hands settle on his shoulders. He slides his tongue across her lips and he can feel her shiver in reaction. They break apart for the first time, both panting into each other’s space, Elias is smiling bigger than he ever has. Their dilated eyes meet, he’s sure she’s probably noticed his flushed skin, his more-than-pale complexion doing no favors to hide it. Elias looks down and notices her smiling. Thank God.

She pulls back suddenly and speaks, “uh, sorry I just- um, I know you didn’t want that.” she stands up, “I-um- I’ll just-”

He touches her arm, making sure not to grab it. He doesn’t want to be controlling. “Hey, who said anything about me not wanting that” he was still smiling and looking up at her fondly, “trust me Y/N, I wanted that. I’ve wanted that for a lot longer than what you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have supposed that I may also have a “crush” on you too.”

“Fredrik? Are you going soft on me?” she teased.

“Ok, one: what is with you and my middle name, and two: I don't know if ‘soft’ is ever a word I would use to describe how I feel about you” he smirks, trying to mess with her. Which works as her expression clearly shows, her eyes widen and she looks away from him.

“Elias shut up, you’re such a douche,” though she’s grinning a little.

“Um, I don't know if you know what douche is, but if you want help, if you opened a dictionary, I’m pretty sure it would have a picture of Thatcher Demko, and Troy Stecher,” she laughs, there it is: that damn laugh. “You have the best laugh,” he says while giggling himself.

She smiles and looks into his eyes, purely beautiful as always. “Ok, well I will have you know, I like to call this a cackle” She eventually sits down next to him on the couch again, they’re facing each other, fully enthralled in each other’s presence. “Uh, so I’m not one to say these things, I have actually built up a reputation to explicitly avoid these conversations, but” she starts, “but- uh- what does all of this mean exactly? I like you, you like me, we kissed, I mean there’s obviously something here and I just- I guess, I’m not opposed to seeing where this could go, but you know, you could feel differently and that's ok-”

“Woah” he cuts her off as he’s laughing, “You’re rambling nervously, which is making me even more nervous than I already was, ok?” he placed his hand on her shoulder, “but I do have to tell you something,” this is where Elias took a pause and thought about what he should say, which he now realizes is a mistake due to how long it takes him to make decisions. But anyway, he had to decide if to tell you the entirety of the story, or to keep it brief and hope it comes up later at some point.

“Elias”

“Ah, yes.” he emerges from his thoughts, “so first I want to say that I also would love to see where this can go. I likes you-uh- more than a lot. But, I really have to figure something out before I can even think about doing anything with you, I just don't want to screw it up.”

“More than a lot, huh Fredrik?” you think about what he said. The fact that he felt the need to preface what he said with the fact that he also likes you and also wants to see where this can go, truly made you feel better. It felt like he wanted to make sure you didn’t misunderstand him, and that he didn’t want to hurt you. And obviously, you couldn’t let him get away with saying something like “I likes you- uh- more than a lot,” you did grow up hanging out with basically a shit ton of hockey guys, so you couldn't just let that slide. Plus, it was so cute how he said ‘likes’, instead of like, due to his language barrier.

“Yes, Y/N, more than a lot.” he rolled his eyes, “but is that ok with you, that I have to wait?”

“Yeah, that's fine. I mean as long as it’s not like a year, then that's fine,” you say, giggling.

“Oh god no, geez, not that long I promise. Maybe a month at most, I promise,” you both sit and laugh for a minute. You truly didn’t think he liked you, even as a friend, let alone as more than.

“You’re not going to go back to ignoring me, are you?”

“No, we can be friends until I figure that out. And I assume the reason we’re in here is that Brock thought I didn’t likes you. I mean he had mentioned it to me a few times but I obviously didn’t tell him why so,” he looked nervous, but you could see him try thinking of a way to change that. “ but hey, since we’re going to be friends now, your idiot brother will be pleased, and maybe he won’t lock us in a room again,” That makes you chuckle. You noticed that when you laughed, you could see Elias’s face light up, just a little bit, “I mean, not that it went horribly this time” and of course that made you laugh harder, which made him smile bigger. Then his face shifted a little bit, he looked more serious, “But hey, speaking of Brock, could you maybe not tell him, what we talked about in here?”

“Well, no shit. I wouldn’t tell him about this kind of thing on any day of the week anyways. He gets so nosey,” he looked relieved and smiled.

“Ok, so seeing as how we probably have some time to kill…” he grabbed a remote off of the table next to the couch and pressed a button. Then from the seemingly inconspicuous piece of furniture, a tv rose.

Your face was shocked, “I’m sorry, has it always done that??” you say, confused.

“Yeah. Y/N, you work here, how did you not know that?”

“Well I had seen a TV in here before but I thought they like took it away or needed to fix it or something, I didn’t know we had a magic tv in here!!” Elias laughed. “Wait, you waited till now to turn on the TV. we could have been watching TV this whole time!?”

“Yeah but then you wouldn’t have condensed your feelings for me.”

“Um, it was a mutual confession, jackass.”

Elias was smiling at your sass, “so what do you want to watch?”

“I know exactly what to watch,” you grab the remote from his hand and navigate to iCarly on the TV.

“Perfect,'' he says with a fond smile, and you both relax on the couch and watch the old nickelodeon classic. At this point, you both are sitting far enough apart so you look more like friends, just to make sure that if someone comes in, they cant think otherwise.

You watch 2 episodes and you are in the middle of the third when brock comes in. you both are laughing at spencer trying to tell everyone that a 13-year-old boy, Chuck, is torturing him, when you are both startled, “well you two seem to be having fun.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Brock,” Elias mutters, obviously scared from the sudden arrival of the jack-ass that you are forced to love and call your brother.

“Well if it isn't the champion of ass-facery, congratulations on the medal bro.”

“Ok, before you yell at me and hit me and tell on me to mom, it looks like it worked,” he says, gesturing to the two of you on the couch.

“Yes, it worked, he no longer hates me, blah blah blah.”

“Hey, I never hated you.”

“Suuuuuure,” you say, and you give him a wink only he can see, “well, either way-”

“Also,” Brock interrupts, “you technically did it to me first.”

“In fucking high school.”

“Y/N/N, high school was only 5 years ago. And technically should have been like 3 years ago for you but you went and graduated early so checkmate.”

“I think he’s got you there,” Elias spoke up.

“Wow, thanks ‘new friend,’” you said sarcastically, feeling teamed upon.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me that you two are friends now” Brock was smiling like an idiot at this point.

“Ok, well as much as I'd love to stay, I have to go and meet Hog, he doesn’t like to go to the store alone.”

“Aww, poor, sweet baby,” you said with a frown, "Tell him I say hi.”

“Will do!”

“Bye Petey.”

“Bye champion of ass-facery,” Elias shouts back

You laughed at that as Elias exited the room, leaving just you and your brother there.

“So are you really mad at me Y/N/N?”

You sigh “no, I guess not. I’m just glad he doesn’t hate me like I thought. And also he’s absolutely hilarious.”

“Right!! He’s so funny, and I just wanted you guys to get along. You’re basically the two most important people in my life and I didn’t want you two to be like you were forever. And if you didn’t notice, you two are so similar!”

“Aww Mr sensitive, you’re so sweeeeeet.”

“You’re such an ass,” he said chuckling.

You pull out your phone and check the time, “well, it’s time for me to depart. I do have a job and all.”

“Wait, that reminds me, why didn’t either of you use your phones and call someone?” he asked, “that was essentially the only flaw in my plan.”

Thought for a second, “shit. I mean we basically talked the whole time I guess neither of us thought to do that.” Brock smiled at you and giggled a little. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just a little sweet, I guess.”

“Shut up ass-munch,” you shove him as you walk out of the door with a small smile on your face. These past 2-3 hours went much better than you would have thought, and now you have a new friend. And maybe at some point, a little more than that.

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By Chance • Part 2 • Jackson Avery

Notes: a part two was requested and i absolutely appreciate that 🥺❤️

warnings: none

Word count: 1031

Summary: Y/N and Jackson have a kid together but when heartache gets too hard, then worse things happen

Going out with your ex, no let's say the father of your son was something you never thought you'd do. No matter how big your feelings were.

You weren't going to come down the parade and ruin everything good he had with Vic. Although it wasn't what he thought when she did what she did.

But that didn't stop you from saying yes a few weeks ago when you were still laying in a hospital bed.

Standing in front of the mirror you closed your eyes, placing your hands on the sink, knowing you had to stop stressing over the smallest things. Things that wouldn't change you.

"Mom, are you leaving?" A small boyish voice spoke up from behind you. "Where are you going?"

Turning around you were met by your son who was fiddling with a toy car, staring at you.

"Grandma is coming to watch you when im gone." You replied, kneeling down in front of him as you ran a hand over his curls. "She’ll be here soon, okay?"

The boy threw his arms around your neck before releasing you and walking back to the living room.

Noticing your phone lighting up the screen showed Meredith's picture as you accepted the call.

"April? Is something wrong?" You questioned, pulling on your heels as you held your phone in one hand.

"No, i- i just wanted to say that you need yourself to be happy, like unbelievable happy. The kind of happy i am right now with Matthew. Please don't hide yourself behind your feelings. That's all." April rambled at the other side of the phone.

"Why are you rambling?" Taking a hold of Miles his dirty shirt on the bathroom floor, you heard April sigh.

"Because i know how you feel, how Miles feels. Just don't push yourself away." April answered with a tone of sincerity.

"I will, dont worry, good night?" You replied, placing your hand on your hip, waiting for her to answer you.

"Good night, and remember, have fun." April said before ending the call.

Leaving you standing there watching your son play with his cars before you heard a door bell.

Walking towards the door you saw a female form behind the glass as you opened the door, Catherine Avery was already smiling.

"Oh my dear god, i've been wanting to do this since forever." Catherine whispered when wrapping her arms around you.

"Grandma!" Hearing the voice, the both of you let out a laugh, watching the boy wrap his hand around Catherine's. "Are we gonna play together?"

"How about you take one of your nicest cars and after i said something your mom, we can play as long as you want to?" Catherine raised her eyebrow at the boy, placing her hand on his cheek.

"The grey one is so cool!" Miles piped up, running back to his toys who were laying all over the carpet. "Just like dad's."

"About that, can you two just try to give it one more chance?" Catherine sighed at you.

"Because?" You frowned, taking your jacket of the clothing hanger before shrugging it on.

"Because you love him, he loves you, you have a son together, that's why." Your ex mother in law stated, placing her jacket on the clothing hanger as well.

"Feelings aren't that easy, Catherine, i should go, take care, both of you." You said when kissing Miles head and Catherine's cheek, before walking out of your house.

You would be lying if you said that you weren't scared of opening up once again.

You knew that your son was also confused abour you and Jackson not living in the same house anymore.

It all made the boy confused and not aware of the real situation.

Noticing a blond head, a brown haired man and a dark skinned curly woman sitting at a table next to him as you walked to the four of them.

"Hey." You spoke up, noticing Meredith her eyes moving towards you.

"Oh you and Jacks- Alex we should go." Meredith grabbed her jacket when shoving Alex in the shoulder who spilled some of his beer.

"Why? My bottle is still full, and i want to finish it." Alex pouted when noticing Meredith's stern glare. "Oh."

"Maggie come on." The blonde general surgeon touched her sister's card house with a finger as it fell in.

"I was almost done with that!" Maggie snapped in frustration as she took a hold of her handbag, following Alex who was already heading for the door.

"Have fun you two." Meredith laughed before following her sister out of the door, with a Alex giving you two thumbs up from behind the window which made you laugh.

"So, please don't make this awkward, and talk to me?" You were fiddling with a card that was still laying on the bar, raising an eyebrow at your ex-boyfriend.

"I'm glad you’re here, like really glad, just ask me anything you want to know, i'll answer." Jackson replied, watching you place the card down and look at him.

"Why?" You asked, tilting your head at him.

"Why what?" He frowned, turning his frame all to your side.

"Why did you ask me out when you just broke up with Vic?" Accepting the glass of white wine Joe handed you, you placed your eyes back on his blue ones.

"Because she did whatever she wanted to. Never made time for me nor for Miles although he wasn't her son, she wasn't hardheaded like you and my mom could never stop comparing you to her plus we have a son together." He explained as he noticed your concentrated face.

"Makes sense, also makes sense why i never took this off." You replied, spinning the silver ring on your finger.

"You didn't? I expected you to actually." He replied with a chuckle, as he noticed your serious face he stopped chuckling.

"Things you care about, you don't erase them." You whisper them to yourself but when you noticed a tanned hand placed on yours.

"Who says you have to erase them?" He whispered back, finishing the last bit of his beer and grabbing your hand, walking out of Joe's.

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We The Liars (One Shot)

Request

Okay I dont remember if I had requested it. My internet is bad. I just want angsty one where Lena finds out her girlfriend knew Kara is Supergirl and never told her. It becomes a bit of a mess between them. But it wasnt right for her to just tell Lena. (happy ending pls, I know you can wreck me on angst alone 😂)

A/N:I know I’m not very good at schedules but I’m still around!! Now, here’s another beautigul angsty request for u guys, I hope u enjoy it! and I hope this lives again to your expectations. Love y’all!!!!!

Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 2,169 -------------------------------------------------------

They mocked you.

She could still hear her brother's voice.

Humiliated you.

His tongue distilling lies even in his final moments.

Betrayed you.

Every word punctuated in her mind like a blow from a sledgehammer.

Every.

It was bile.

Last.

It was poison.

One.

It was the truth Lena had been so blind to see.

Lena kept looking at the picture of you on her desk, trying to feel nothing as she drank the last of the scotch in her hand. She swallowed the hot woody liquid down and, in a sharp movement, smacked down the glass over the picture. She kept looking at the shattered frame, at your faces and smiles behind the broken glass. Lena had to let out a bitter chuckle as she thought how much that image resembled your relationship. Fake smiles, broken trust. A mirage now shattered by the truth you had been hiding.

Did you know? Of course, you did. Since when? Probably from the beginning. Was it all a scheme? A way to get closer to her? To keep an eye on her? Most certainly. The questions swirled around Lena's mind over and over and over since she had listened to her brother's last confession. They hadn't left her head, accompanying her while she tried to act as if everything was okay. As if she hadn't shot Lex, as if you hand't keep her in the dark about Kara and Supergirl, as if her so-called friends hadn't lied to her face all this time.

Did you even really love her?

That had been the question that bothered her the most. She hadn't been able to put it aside as she recalled every moment spent with you. Every look, every kiss and every touch, every tear and laugh, every word. All the things you had gone through couldn't just be a lie but, the more she though about it, the more she seemed to convince herself of the answer. Did you love her? No, she didn't think you did.

Your relationship had been nothing more than a means to protect Kara. Supergirl. The Girl of Steel and Great Champion of the Earth. From the hands of a Luthor.

Hold your friends close but your enemies closer.

What a fool she had been.

You entered her office as if summoned by her troubled thoughts, locking eyes on her and closing the door behind you, smiling sheepishly as you did. If that smile disarmed her every time before, now it was for her an undeniable sign of your deception. It made her heart shrink while she pushed her mind to go faster. You would not deceive her anymore.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" She asked. The tone of her voice never letting any of her internal turmoil show.

"I came to see if you weren't so busy." You approached her desk without losing your smile. "Jess let me in, so I could steal you for a moment or the rest of the evening if possible."

"Weren't you busy with your own home project? I didn't think you would finish it so fast." She leaned further in her chair, raising her chin towards you.

"I got some help." You reached the front of her desk. "Kara came by earlier and helped me with it. We finished it in no time."

"Kara uh? Of course. Always there to help, isn't she?" She saw you frown slightly.

If you hadn't noticed her somehow cold demeanor, now you did.

"Well, you know her."

She turned her chair towards the window at those words and looked at the city skyline, so she wouldn't have to look at you.

"Do I?" Lena couldn't hide the hurt in her words this time.

You were about to walk to her side when you finally noticed what was on her desk. The sight of the empty glass and broken picture made every muscle in your body tense.

It could have been nothing, a slip of the hand, an unfortunate accident. A broken frame meaning nothing but a broken frame. But you couldn't deny the strangeness of it all. Lena's attitude, her reluctance to look at you. You would have wanted to blame it on the alcohol, as it was obvious she had been drinking before you arrived. Even though Lena never drank more than a finger of her scotch and she knew how to hold her alcohol better than most.

Maybe it was the tension from the past days, as you knew they had been quite difficult for her. Having your older brother on the verge of death, only to find later that it was all a scam to give himself superpowers and then die anyway in a last attempt to destroy the Supers, was not something one could recover from so easily. Lena had told you the essentials about what had happened, but the Danvers sisters had filled you in about everything else, seeing as you had been worried to death about Lena and her lack of communication thereafter.

After Alex and Kara explained how things had gone down, it only reaffirmed your belief that a lot of trouble could have been avoided if they had just told Lena what was truly happening. You also didn't like having to keep things from Lena but after such incident, and considering that Kara felt herself responsible for Lex's death, none of you knew how she would react to the truth then. So you agreed to keep Kara's secret for a little longer, believing Kara would tell her everything soon enough.

So you made yourself believe to that maybe this was Lena still trying to come to terms with what she had to go through. That behind her pragmatic and stoic attitude, she wasn't taking things as good as she made it look. Maybe, this time, all she needed was a bit of comfort.

"Lena?" You rounded her desk with careful steps, trying to reach her, but then Lena spoke again and you knew it was none of it.

"All this time." You stopped as you heard her voice, low and harsh. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"Find out what?" The question coming out slowly from your mouth.

"That Kara has been helping you with her super speed? That she has been indeed helping people by flying around town? That all this time I've been friends with the greatest heroine of National City?" She chuckled and shook her head. "No, not friends."

"You know." You stood motionless, swallowing hard, as Lena turned her chair towards you.

"Yes, I know, (Y/N)." She rose from her seat. Her eyes looking at you with a contained rage, so dangerous it made you flinch and want to look away but you simply couldn't allow yourself to move.

This was what Kara had always feared and you could see now why. Your mind was racing, trying to think of something to say, whatever word that could ease Lena's anger but you knew better. It was useless to try and dodge the conversation, to deny it all and lie again. No, you couldn't keep doing that. Not anymore. Not to Lena.

"Lena, I'm s-"

"Save it." She grabbed her glass from the table and rushed past you to the bar before you could even finish muttering your apology. "I have had enough of those already."

You watched as she lifted a bottle and poured herself another drink. "When did she tell you?"

"Oh, so she was planning on telling me someday?"

"W-wait." You walked towards her, more confused than before. "If Kara didn't tell you then..."

"Does it matter? It wasn't Kara, or Alex, or any of your friends. Or you, anyway." She put the bottle down with a loud thud and grabbed her glass again. "You just knew and lied to me."

"That was never my intention." You tried.

"Your intention? And what was it, (Y/N)?" She turned back to you, taking a generous sip of her scotch and leaving it again at the table bar.

"Wasn't it to keep me from finding the truth? So I didn't know who was behind Supergirl and she could have one less thing to worry about? So she could keep an eye on me and if I turned to be the same as Lex she could stop me right away? Isn't that why you even approached me in the first place?"

"No, no, that's not it." You fumbled over the words. "Please, let me explain."

"Explain what?" Lena could already feel the tears threatening to come from her eyes. "That no matter what I told you about how much it hurt to have someone you love lie and betray you, you were doing exactly that with me."

"I never wanted to do that to you." You took a few unsure steps forward. "I wanted to tell you, may times but it wasn't my secret to tell. I couldn't. I had no right."

"But I had!" She snapped. Her voice filled with an ache and outrage so strong it made you take a step back. "I had the right to know."

"Lena, I know you-"

"No! Whatever you think you know, you don't!" She closed the distance between you. Each step making you feel smaller. "You used me and manipulated me, time after time. I helped you, protected you, proved you over and over that I wasn't like the rest of my family, trying to do better for our friends! For you! Don't you understand what you have done? What I have done?"

All her anger watered down as a couple of tears started to fall down from her eyes.

"God, what I wish I hadn't done." She closed her eyes.

"What do you mean?" You forced the words out, feeling the dread rise in your chest. "Lena, what did you do?"

She opened her eyes again. Her next words loud enough so you could hear. "I killed Lex."

"That's not..." You shook your head, as if the meaning of her words had nor registered in your brain. "Kara said he died after he fell with the Lexosuit. You told me the same. The fall killed him."

"I lied." She said. Realization washed upon you like a bucket of cold water and you felt each word after that like a strike to your guts. "He escaped, and I knew where he would go. I was waiting for him with my gun ready and I...I knew when I saw him that if he lived, you would never be safe. So I forced myself to pull the trigger. I shot my own brother and watched him die believing I was doing the right thing. All while his last words were about you. About how you mocked me, and humiliated and betrayed me."

"No, no." You repeated while looking at Lena, searching frantically for anything that could tell you maybe this was Lena trying to blame herself. But her eyes gave away nothing but the truth. "Lena."

"You lied to me!" She took a step back as you tried to reach her.

"Lena, please." You closed the distance between you, grabbing Lena by the shoulders. "Listen to me."

"Why? Why?" Her voice started to lose its strength as she repeated the question. "Why did you have to lie to me?"

Heartbreaking was a small word to describe what was happening at that moment. You had never seen Lena this way, so broken, and you were to blame for this too.

"Everything I said, everything I didn't, I was a fool for thinking I was too doing the right thing. I know we should have told you. I should have told you. If I had known what would happen I-" You felt your throat tighten. In protecting your friend, you had hurt Lena, who had always proved herself worthy, who had always done the impossible for you and who had lost yet another person she loved. All because you had said nothing. "I should have told you."

"Why does everyone I love lie to me?" Lena couldn't contain the tears anymore.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You repeated as you pulled her towards you. "Please, please, believe me. Please."

Lena let you pull your arms around her, with your body embracing her in a tight hug that almost seemed to hold her together and let herself cry like never before. She would have wanted to scream, to lash out, at you for lying to her, at your friends for keeping it all a secret, at her brother for using the truth to hurt her.

There was so much she didn't know yet but she decided to find all the answers to all the questions she had. She would know the truth and then, she thought, she could think of what to do next. And then, one question pushed through her mind.

Did you love her?

As you keep holding her, so close she imagined you would merge, Lena wanted to believe you did.

Because how could that be a lie?

[sunnydaisy1]

Med Students

JACKSON AVERY X OC  (nr i just found it easier to write with a set name)

A/N: I have been watching too much grey’s atm and I know i have lots of requests to write and a wattpad story to update but the Jackson inspiration is too much ahhh.

I walked through the halls beside Alex as we made our way to the reception. Apparently we had all been paged and we didnt know what for. As we entered the large area, I saw all the residents gathered and I squeezed passed a few people until I reached Jackson and Mer. "Hey guys what's going on?" I asked, pulling Karev away from Arizona. "Fresh meat." Jackson said, nodding towards the line of sweating students. I grinned, nudging Jacksons arm, "oh how fun." He rolled his eyes but a small smile played on his lips as he turned his attention to Chief Webber. "Alright people today we are joined by a group of first year medical students who you will be supervising." He spoke, giving us all a stern look to silence the mumbles of disgust. "Your surgeries are their surgeries so look after them and try to be nice please. Oh and I will be choosing a chief resident soon so behave. Dr Grey will read out who you have been designated." Alex mumbled something beside me which caused Mer to slap him hard and I sighed, knowing this was going to be a long day. Lexie stepped forward, holding a clipboard and scanned the room for silence before proceeding. "Okay Marcus is with April." April waved and the med student headed over to her, leaving for rounds. I glanced up at Jackson who was furrowing his eyebrows. My gaze turned back to the pale interns and Lexie. "Meredith has Helen, Christina has David." The two med students walked over nervously and I laughed at Christina's merciless glare. There was 1 pretty girl left who I could tell was eyeing Alex up. "Dibs." Alex called, nudging Jackson and I rolled my eyes at their boyish behaviour. "No fair." Jackson said, shoving Karev back. "You fancy Ma.." Alex started but Jackson elbowed him in the side and I turned round, shaking my head. They both looked at me sheepishly and I turned back round as Lexie announced who Alex was going with. "Alex you're with Lydia." He triumphantly clapped Jackson on the back before heading over to his newfound 'love.' I patted Jackson's back, "Looks like you've either got the greasy dork or mr handsome." Jackson frowned down at me, "mr handsome?" I poked his cheek as Lexie continued to read out the other residents students, "not talking 'bout you." Jackson gave me a lopsided grin as he turned back to face Lex. "Maddie you're with Sam." A tall brunette stepped forward, a handsome grin on his face. "Greasy dork it is." I said to Jackson, walking off to meet my student. I heard him sigh which made me grin as I stopped in front of Sam. "Hey I'm Maddie, you must be Sam." I extended my hand out to him and he smoothly shook it. "Nice to meet you Maddie." I smiled at him and started walking off in the direction of Trauma. "Okay so today we will be under Dr Hunt who is head of Trauma. If you have any questions dont be afraid to ask but try not to get in anyones way." Sam nodded, "okay ma'am." He grinned at me as we stopped outside the ER. "It can be a little shocking seeing a proper trauma in real life for the first time so if you need to step out just do it." Sam nodded as my face turned serious. 

I stepped backwards, opening the door to the ER and walking through the the small corridor that led to the ambulance bay. "Okay we need to put on these yellow gowns and then we are good to go." I said, tossing Sam a large yellow gown. I spotted Jackson walking through the ER doors and I smiled inwardly at his pained expression, probably from his pestering student behind him. I unfolded my over gown and pulled it on, nodding at Sam who was tying his up. I was struggling to sort out the crumpled part at the back when I felt a pair of warm hands move mine away and I turned round and smiled at Jackson who grinned at me and finished tying a bow with the strings. I blushed slightly and walked over to Hunt and Torres with Sam beside me. "Morning all." I said, peering at the two grave attendings beside me. They grunted in return. I felt a nudge beside me, "hm?" I asked, preoccupied with watching Jackson cross his arms over his chest. "Is that one over there your boyfriend?" Sam asked and I blushed, quickly averting my gaze back to my smirking student. "What? No!" I said, frowning. "Okay cool." He continued before looking around at the ambulance bay. JACKSONS POV "Hey uh Dr Avery?" The greasy med student beside me asked as I watched Maddie talk to Sam and giggle on the other side of Hunt. "Yeh?" I asked curtly, fed up with this guys constant questions. "Is the ambulance coming?" He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. I narrowed my eyes at him and titled my head to look at him, "yes." I said aggressively and James nodded, fiddling with his yellow gown. "Who's uh..who's the resident over there?" James asked, trying to continue the conversation. "Maddie." I responded, tensing as mr handsome nudged her. "Oh okay." He nodded and my attention was snagged from Maddie and her flirting student to the blaring sirens of an ambulance pulling up into the bay. Hunt and Torres stepped forward as the paramedics stepped out the doors and lifted the patient down. "Amanda Hart, 45 years old, multiple burns on her left arm and a large gash on both her legs, possible fracture on the left femur." The medic stated, helping us wheel her into the ER. I felt James shuffle beside me, awkwardly moving around the gurney. "Dude move out the way." I grunted, frustration clouding my brain. Hunt glanced over at me and I cringed, I really needed to impress all the attendings if I'm gonna be chief resident. When we had wheeled Mrs Hart into a bay and transferred her to a hospital gurney, I glanced up at Maddie who was working furiously, sanitizing the wound on the patients right leg. I shook my head to clear it and focused on the patient who was screaming in pain. MADDIES POV When we had finally given some pain meds to Mrs Hart and the bleeding was under control and she had an MRI, I sat on a stool alongside her arm where she needed a few stitches. Sam was listening to Torres explain something about a dislocated shoulder and Jackson's student was standing close beside him on the other side of the room as he finished suturing a young man. "Almost done Mrs Hart." I said sweetly to the middle aged woman watching me. "Thank you sweetie, you're a real star." She replied as I tied off the thread. I smiled at her and stood up, walking over to Hunt. "Need anything sir?" I asked, the ER was kinda slow today and I didnt want to spend all of today stitching up people, plus Sam should get a full insight of a hospital. "Uh no thanks Johnson, if you're looking for something interesting to show your med student you could observe in OR 2, Sloan's building some cheek bones." I nodded, grinning and heading over to Sam who was laughing alongside Callie. "Hey Maddie." Sam said, smiling broadly. "I've finished Mrs Harts sutures and I was wondering if you wanted to come see cheek bones being constructed?" I said nonchalantly as if I hadn't just suggested going to see a really cool surgery. "Really? Oh my god please." Sam said, gobsmacked. I nodded, "yep, go tell Dr Avery and his student, I think they've finished with their patient." Sam grinned and walked over to Jackson. "You know if you totally didnt fancy the crap out of Avery you could go hook up with Sam right now." Callie suddenly said as I watched my favourite resident talk to Sam. "Wait what?" I asked, turning my attention the the grinning Mexican. "might want to wait til after work though, if the chief found out that would be messy." I stared wide eyed at Callie, "wh..how?..howd you know I like Jackson?" The grinning attending turned towards me, "you told alex and alex told arizona who told mark who told me, word travels fast around this hospital Maddie." I gaped at her gobsmacked, shocked that all those people knew, I was gonna kill Alex. "Oh and the fact that you two never stop eye-fucking each other across the room." Callie added and walked off leaving me embarassed and blushing. I tried to act normal as I walked across the room to Sam. "Ready to go?" I asked and he nodded enthusiastically. "Wait hang on, dont leave without me." I heard Jackson pipe up behind me before placing his hands on my shoulders. "Alrighty then let's go." We walked quickly to OR 2, Sam and the student who's name I learned was James walked a little ahead, chatting about what they had seen today. "Hows Mr handsome?" Jackson asked beside me, his piercing green eyes glinting with humour. "Good, not that annoying and easy on the eyes." I responded, grinning at my fellow resident. "Oh lucky you." Jackson said, grumbling, "greasy mcdorkface over there wont shut the hell up." I laughed and shoved him slightly, causing a shit-eating grin to spread over his face. "Meanie." I said, glancing up at Jackson. "I'm not the mean one you called him a greasy dork first." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest in victory. "Yeah but we're all dorks so doesn't really count." I said, my side brushing against Jacksons. "I'm not a dork." He said defensively and I chuckled, "sure you're not Avery." "You're more dorky than me." Jackson poked me and I grinned at him, "that's why you love me." Jackson beamed and watched Sam and James stop outside OR 2. "I'll ask Sloan if we can watch." I said, walking past the two students and holding a mask over my mouth. I noticed Alex and Lydia standing very close together opposite Mark and I rolled my eyes, "Hey Dr Sloan do you mind if Jackson and our students watch the surgery?" Mark looked up at me from the patient and grinned cheekily, "depends if you and avery are gonna watch the surgery or undress each other with your eyes." I felt my face heat up and I glared at Alex who was grinning amused across the room. "Uh no." I replied, avoiding the gazes of the nurses. Mark nodded, "then you can come in." I walked back to the door and nodded, letting Sam, James and Jackson into the room, each now wearing a mask. JACKSONS POV We watched Sloan's surgery for 2 hours before Maddie got paged to the ER and I got paged to Bailey. James and I were walking out of OR 2, discarding our masks when the awkward student spoke up, "that was really cool." I nodded, trying to be a little nicer to him, "yeah it was, plastics is really interesting and Sloans a great surgeon." James nodded and walked alongside me down to the nurses station. "Is Maddie your girlfriend?" He asked suddenly out of the blue and I scoffed, "no." James frowned and adjusted his glasses, "do you want her to be?" I glanced at the dorky man beside me and chuckled a little at his attempt to get me to like him. "That's a yes then." James answered, smiling a little at my amused expression. "Yeah." I smiled at him as we turned the corner to the Nurses station. "You know if you fancy her you should just tell her, I think she likes you as well." James said, following me to the chart rack. "What?" I asked, confused why he would think that. "She likes you back Dr Avery. She kept on looking at you when we were in surgery and Sam told me she never stops talking about you." James continued, making me frown. "Thanks mate but I'm not so sure." I replied and James shrugged as we walked over to Bailey, arms laden with charts. Bailey brought me to check up on some post op patients and let James do a few checks himself. I couldnt stop thinking about what he said and I was looking forward to having lunch in a bit when I could see Maddie again. MADDIES POV Sam and I left Mark's OR after 3 and a half hours to grab food and let him go for lunch with the rest of his fellow students. "I think you guys are having lunch in the canteen with us." I said, leading Sam to the loud room filled with doctors. "Cool." He replied, walking closely beside me. We entered the canteen and I saw the rest of the residents sitting on a table in the middle with their students sitting a few tables away. I walked over with Sam to get a plate of food and followed him towards the students table where Alex happened to be sitting beside his pretty student. JACKSONS POV I watched as Maddie collected her food alongside Sam, smiling and laughing with him before heading towards his table. "Whys she over there with him?" I asked, absent mindedly eating my sandwich. "Why jealous?" Christina grinned at me triumphantly and I scoffed, glaring at her, "No." Mer chuckled as she slurped on her milkshake. I looked over again to Maddie who was now standing beside Sam's seat, talking to the table of students. "That dude's been flirting with her all morning." I grumbled, chewing on my straw. "Jackson stop being a wimp and just ask her out." Lexie spoke up from across the table. "Urgh no, I've tried before and she ends up inviting one of you guys." I replied, slumping in my seat and shooting daggers in the back of Sam's head. "Well then you just need to clarify it's a date. Maddie's a bit oblivious to stuff like that Jackson." Lexie continued, smiling at my distraught appearance. "What if she doesn't like me back, then i've ruined our friendship completely." I added, miserably picking at my plate.  "Oh grow a pair avery." Christina said, making me roll my eyes at her as Maddie walked over. "Hey guys." She said sweetly, sitting beside me in the empty seat I had saved for her. I grunted in response, intent on picking at my sandwich. "What's up with you?" She asked, nudging me and frowning adorably. I bit into my sandwich and mumbled, "nothin." Maddie shrugged and started chatting with Lexie about the med students and Mark's surgery. I continued to stay in a grump, mulling over how Maddie was gonna reject me when I asked her out later. I was fiddling with the lid of my drink when Maddie whispered to me, "Hey Jackson you okay?" I nodded and continued to listen absent mindedly to Christina complaining. "You sure cos you seem a little sad." Maddie continued, nudging my shoulder with hers. My heart fluttered at her sweet actions and I just nodded, mumbling "I'm fine." Maddie seemed to accept this but placed her blueberry muffin on my tray anyway, knowing it would cheer me up a little. I smiled slightly at her and she grinned back, now trying to make Christina see sense about her Cardio problems. TIME SKIP TO END OF DAY MADDIES POV Everyone was in a bit of a mood now after their review from their med student delivered by the Chief. My review was excellent so I wasnt annoyed but the depressing atmosphere in the residents lounge was starting to get to me. Everyone was already changed but I was still in my pale blue scrubs as Callie had needed my assistance on a surgery 10 minutes ago. I opened my locker before taking my scrub shirt off, placing it on the side and pulling my long sleeved top over my head. I turned around to get my jeans and when I faced back around, jackson was making his way across the room to me. I pulled my scrub pants off and tossed them to the side with my top, yanking on my jeans. Jackson leaned on the locker beside mine as I buttoned up my pants. "What's up?." I said, discarding my scrubs into the bin at the end. I reached into my locker to collect my stuff and looked at the green eyed boy expectantly. "Uh I was urm wondering if you wanted to go uh.. to go to Joe's with me?" He stuttered and I nodded, piling my stuff into my bag and pulling on my coat, "oh yeah sure, I need to talk to Mer about something anyway." Jackson took a step towards me as I closed my locker and put my keys in my pocket. "Urh no not urm not like that." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "What?" I said confused, frowning up at him. "Urm like a uh like a date." He continued and I frowned even more, confused as to what the hell he was talking about. "A date with Mer?" I asked puzzled, "Jackson shes marri..." I started but he placed his hands on my shoulders and laughed, making me smile slightly confused. "No a date with me idiot." I instantly felt my face heat up and I felt like an utter dork, "oh." I nervously looked into Jacksons eyes and felt my heart beat rapidly in my chest, "uh yeah, yeah I'd like that." I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear. Jackson grinned at me and I felt a wide smile spread out on my own face, still hot with adrenaline. We stayed grinning at each other and I glanced down to his mouth and back up, scanning his slightly blushing face. Jackson took a step forward, leaning down slightly and I felt the world whoosh around me, all sound and movement blocked out apart from the man in front of me. He stopped an inch away from my face, looking directly at my lips, I could feel his cool breath fanning over me. He looked up into my eyes, his green ones shining. "Can I kiss you?" He breathed out, eyes flicking between my eyes. I nodded slightly, not trusting myself to speak. 

At once, I felt Jackson's plump warm lips press against mine, pushing me back slightly as he cupped my jaw and cheek. My eyes fluttered closed and I relaxed into his kisses, kissing him back softly. I reached behind his neck and hooked my arms over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. I felt his left hand snake down to my waist, brushing under my tshirt and to the waistband of my jeans as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I moaned slightly and opened my mouth, letting him slip his tongue in. He brought his hand further round my back, moving his warm hands against the bare skin. I continued to kiss him passionately, feeling the rising temperature in the room. Jackson ran a hand along the front of my waist and his fingers dipped slightly under my jeans waistband. I moaned slightly in response but pulled away, not wanting to get too far ahead of myself. I kept my eyes closed and rested my forehead against his, "I dont want to get carried away." I whispered, breathing heavily. I opened my eyes to see Jackson looking down at me, his green eyes shining. "Let's go." He said, taking my hand in his and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

[ynsimagines]

Supergirl “Die From A Broken Heart”

This is another oneshot about singer/songwriter B!D. This oneshot is based of a song from artists Maddie and Tae called “Die from a Broken Heart.” I dont any of these lyrics. 

Easter was supposed to be a happy time. A time to celebrate with friends and family, eat a lot of good food and of course chocolate. It was also a time to spend with your s/o. Unless of course you both got into a massive argument a couple days before resulting in him spilling red wine all over your favorite dress and storming out of your Nashville apartment. Apparently you didn’t spend enough time with him you were always too focused on your music or your friends and sisters. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse this morning you woke up to a text that said “we’re done.” You laid back down on your bed and immediately started to cry. Kara must’ve heard you because after a few minutes she was knocking on your door.

“Little one, whats wrong? Can I come in?” Asked your older sister.

“Yes,” you chocked. Forget trying to be tough or putting up a front you just wanted your big sister.

The superhero walked in looking extremely concerned. She knew about the fight you had a couple days ago, and probably was able to guess what happened. She sat down on your bed and took you in her arms as you continued to sob.

“Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry.” She said rubbing your back. Kara wished she could take all your pain away, but unfortunately that was something Supergirl couldn’t do.

“He broke up with me with a text. How does he sleep at night?” You asked.

Kara looked at you sadly, “I dont know babe, but he’s got some nerve breaking up with you that way especially since your big sister is Supergirl.”

This actually caused you to laugh, but then pretty soon you started crying again. Kara looked at you sympathetically moving some hair out of your face.

“How do you get red wine out of a dress?” you asked causing Kara to have a confused look on her face. 

“I dont know baby girl, Eliza will probably,” with that you nodded.

“I’ll call Alex, and we’ll have a sisters day at home.”

You shook your head, “it’s Easter we’re all going to brunch with everyone, you cant just cancel.”

“Our friends will understand, sweetheart.”

“They shouldn’t have to it’s okay, I’ll be fine” you insisted. 

Kara seemed to think about this for a second before letting out a breath she was holding. “Alright little one.”

You both got up and as you went to the bathroom to wash your face Kara went to text Alex and let her know the current situation. When you walked out into the kitchen you saw her making both of you Coffee.

“I have a headache,” you said sitting down at the counter. 

Kara walked over with a glass of water and some aspirin almost as if she predicted what you just said. 

“That’ll be the dehydration,” she responded kissing the top of your head. 

After drinking your coffee you went back to your room and tried making yourself look presentable you looked over at your bed, and noticed your pillow had mascara stains on it. You’d have to ask your mom how to get those out. 

As you got ready for the day you started thinking about your relationship. Sure you’d been pretty busy, but you made an effort to spend time with him, but you also had to make sure you spent time with your friends and sisters. It was difficult to balance work with your personal life especially since you were in Nashville anywhere from once to three times a month, but you always made time for him.

Once you finished getting ready you and Kara headed over to the restaurant where you met Alex, Lena, and Your mom. You would have to wait up for your other friends to arrive.

You hugged all three of them they’d probably heard through the grape vine what happened. “Hey mom, how do you get a red wine stain out of a dress?” The other four women looked at you sympathetically and Eliza seems to think it over for a minute. 

“Boiling water, if that doesn’t work try vinegar,” answered Lena surprising you all. 

“How’d you know that, Lena” asked Kara surprised she was pretty sure Lena had never done laundry before. 

“I’ve had to get out a few red wine stains before” Lena said looking at you sadly.

“What about black mascara off a pillowcase?” Alex reached her hand out and began to rub your shoulder comfortingly.

“The same thing Lena said, Boiling water of vinegar,” answered your mom at this you nodded. 

“Mom, can I come and maybe stay a few days? This weekend or next?” you asked something about being home always comforted you. Your mom grabbed your hand, “you can come anytime sweetheart, I’m always here for you.”

At that the rest of the super friends begun arriving. 

You had managed to mostly put up a front that day. many of your friends knew what happened but you didn't want to be a bummer so you decided not to talk about it. You did however ask J’onn if he could come look at the front door of your apartment in Nashville since it got slammed and doesn’t close right to which he readily agreed, and also subtly let you know you could talk to him about anything. “What are space dads for?”

He also asked if you wanted him to take care of anything and you immediately knew what he was hinting at. You told him no and to keep his pistol in the drawer as mad as you were at your ex you didn't want anything bad to happen to him. You’d have to remember to tell Alex the same thing...

That night you were completely exhausted emotionally and physically. You laid on yours and Kara’s couch with your head on Alex’s lap who decided to spend the night in order to make sure you were ok and your feet on Kara’s.

“Alex?” you asked trying not to cry for the umpteenth time today. 

“Yeah, baby girl?” 

“Can your knees give out from praying so hard?”

Alex sighed sadly seeming to think about it for a minute while she gently rubbed your shoulder. “I dont think so sweetheart.”

“Can you go blind from crying in the dark?” at this your voice cracked. “Was it ever real if he doesn't feel the way I feel?” you sat up now and were full on sobbing Alex sat next to you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. And Kara got in front of you looking into your eyes.

“It was real,” she tells you firmly. “The way you felt was real and that’s all that matters.” 

“I wanna kick myself for falling so hard, can you die from a Broken Heart?”

Kara shook her head and kissed her forehead, “you’re not gonna die sweetheart, you’re gonna be alright.” 

“And were gonna help you get through this,” Alex said also kissing the top of your head. And you continued like that crying in your sisters arms until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up from text messages from many of your friends. Nia and Lena both told you they were always there to talk with Nia offering to take you for some retail therapy. Lena offered to take you to lunch to get your mind off things, and Winn said you should get together and have a video game marathon. It made you feel a little better knowing you had so many people there to help you. But you felt like your heart was broken all over again when you checked your FB and saw that your ex had changed his relationship status to single. How could he leave you and move on so easily. 

You went out to the living room where your sisters were making breakfast and handed them the phone not wanting to verbally communicate what happened. 

“Oh sweetheart,” said Alex coming to give you a hug along with Kara. “I promise one day you’ll be able to look back on this,” you cut her off.

“Alex, please dont say I’m gonna laugh about this someday you didn’t see the way he drove away,” Alex looked at you sadly and nodded.

“Okay, baby girl why dont you eat something Kara and I made breakfast you’ll feel better.”

Later that day you went back into your room after rejecting Alex and Kara’s offer to go out on a walk and thought about everything you’d been through this past week. Every conversation and bit of advice you’d gotten and all of your feelings and despite what Kara said all you could keep thinking was “Can you Die From a Broken Heart?” You thought to yourself that it was a great idea for a song, and it made you laugh. You always used music throughout your life as a way of dealing with situations. You grabbed your songbook, a pen, your guitar and got to work

.

It was months later your new single “Die from a Broken Heart” had been released by your label not before playing it for your sisters who loved it. The other super friends had now heard it as well and thought it was brilliant. The song was now climbing the charts. You were currently back in Nashville getting ready to film the music video for your song when your manager called.

“Hey Liz, whats up?” You said from the hair and makeup chair.

“Have you looked at the charts recently” said the older women. 

“Not in the last week, why?” You asked curiously.

“I think you should see for yourself” she said excitedly. So you did just that to see your song was now number one on the Billboard country charts, “Oh my god, we did it.”

“No you did it,” said Liz. You’d had songs go number one before, but honestly it never got old. “Liz I gotta go I need to tell my sisters and friends, we’ll celebrate tonight.” 

You facetimed your sisters and they were of course ecstatic and so proud of promising to also celebrate with you when you got back home and you soon got a bunch more congratulations texts from the rest of your friends. 

.

It had been a few more months the music video came out and was amazing as well. Everyone loved it and you even made Kara and your mom cry. 

You had just received your platinum record in the mail and your older sisters couldn’t be more proud of you as you were currently getting ready to go out and celebrate at karaoke night with the Super friends.

.

And one year later you won a Song writers award for the lyrics which was a first for your career, and so amazing to be noticed in that way.

“I really have you guys to thank you guys” you said to your sisters and friends before you were going to perform at the award ceremony they had come too. “With all the conversations we had and the advice you gave me you practically co wrote it,” you said making everyone laugh. You cheersed with them before getting ready to go on stage.

“I never did actually get the red wine out of my dress” you said to your sisters afterwards. “But maybe having my heart broken wasn’t such a bad thing.”

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The Boyfriend Tag [Calum Hood Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview featuring Calum Hood and his girlfriend.

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“Hello! I’m Calum Hood, from 5 seconds of summer” He greets to the camera. 

“My name is (Y/n) and I am dating this guy. Today! we are going to be answering this tag thing” I answer in a more excited tone, as I point at the camera. 

“The whole band has done it, it’s only fair I do it as well” He mentions  “We’re currently at home, where we all should be” He says, looking at the surroundings of our sweet home “...so we have more than enough time to get to this”

I smile “And here it is” 

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How did we first meet?

“Through friends” Calum explains shortly “it was nothing super special, sadly, she just happened to be friends with one of my friends and that’s how it happened” he shrugged. 

There was really not much to tell, Our story simply happened in a very natural way. 

“My friend invited me to LA and I met him in...If I’m not mistaken it was at a brunch party?” I explain. 

“You’d be right” he nods  “then a series of things happened and she ended up joining our team”

I smile to the camera “In case you didn’t know. I’m a music editor, I like producing and tweaking, so you could say we would see each other a lot” I shrug. 

“And things happened, went on a couple of dates, did my magic…” he added, moved his fingers in front of the camera in a funky way and finished with a “...and here we are”. 

Where was our first date?

“We went to a concert” I exclaimed, growing really excited at the memory “it was crazy, we literally started with a bang” 

“Yep and it wasn’t planned at all” he laughs, rubbing his jaw with his hand as he spoke “I originally had the plan to go with Ashton to this Chainsmokers show, we wanted to take advantage of that to talk with Drew and Alex after, but Ashton got really sick and since I had the ticket and couldn’t just let it go to waste, I asked this beauty to go with me” he said, reaching over to squish my cheek. 

I move away as an instinct, but I love it. 

“It was awesome, those guys really put up a good show” I add, smiling as I spoke “I got really drunk that night” 

Fun fact. I don’t know what came over to me the night of our first date, but for some reason, alcohol played a big part that night, it was embarrassing, but it was worth it. After all, we made a great memory out of it. 

“Tell me about it” Calum said, rolling his eyes. 

I blushed, but before he could say anything else, I swang over to him and covered his mouth “Shhh” I giggle, scotting over to his side “He kind of babysat me, sorry babe” I said, uncovering his mouth. 

“Kind of?” he asked with a sarcastic tone “Geez, I can’t even answer to that. Next question, I don’t want to tell this story” he said, shaking his head. 

I roll my eyes “Drama queen” I shrug “I got drunk and he had to take care of the rest, it was both fun and weird”. 

“Next” he states, passing on to the next question. 

What was your first impression of me?

I have to take a moment to answer this question, not because I don’t know what I like, but because I struggle remembering what exactly was that caught my attention. It only took me a few seconds to answer. 

“My first impression of you was that you were really quite but still very present in the room” I speak first “it’s hard to explain, because we literally met in the middle of a conversation but basically” I try to explain, shifting a little in my place  “I remember standing in one place and hearing stories from other people, I was completely not familiar with anything, I didn’t know any of them so everything they said was pretty much new, but you always had a fun insert to add, even though you barely spoken that was something that stood out for me a lot” I say, nodding towards him. 

“Mine was more or less the same, actually” he says, acting surprised about my answer “because you’re always very quiet when being on a crowd and that stuff, you always stand back from having too much attention” he explain. “it’s funny because, the first day I met you I remember, I greeted you and all, we didn’t really talked to each other and I didn’t hear you talk either, however, when our food delivery came in the first thing I heard you say was ‘yo, I bet you can’t sniff of this paprika’” he says, a smile growing on his face, until full giggles starting coming out of his lips. 

“Did you really had to say that on camera?” I sigh, acting annoyed, but I really wasn’t. 

“It was hilarious” he says, still laughing. 

I know this is a fact that kind of embarrass me, but watching laugh it off was completely priceless. 

When did you meet my family?

“I met your family on the day you launched your third album” I start answering the question, as soon as he finishes reading.  “it was such a big moment and you flew everyone in, it was the first time I ever got to interact with your mother and -well- everyone, as your girlfriend and not just a friend” I explain “also it was the first time I stayed over at your place for more than two nights”

“It was a extended pijama party” he mention, nodding at the camera with a serious look “no, uh, there’s a reason behind all that. When it came to this situations, I very much preferred for her to stay at mines while my family was in there than to have her alone at her apartment, so I took the chance” He shrugged, reaching over to pat my tight. “It was fun!” 

“It was very fun” I nod agreeing “I love how your mom takes the lead in the kitchen and no matter what you say, she is the one in charge” I laugh, remembering all those discussion for who was the first cooking dinner at the house.

“Mom doesn’t love my cooking” Calum admits with a sigh. 

I nod “I don’t know why, if I’m honest”  I add“She makes some exceptional fish and chips though, it’s just...” 

I have to close my eyes to add some drama into all these. I loved food, and that was definitely one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time. I knew Cal’s mom loved to cook, and it was an honour for me to try her meals, they were heaven on earth.

“Yeah I know” he chuckles “How did I meet yours?” he asks to himself and sighs  “I didn’t”

My jaw tenses a little, I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming but I didn’t care at all. 

“I’m an orphan, don’t cry for me, I’m fine, I don’t need to talk about it” I state, moving over to his side and hugging him “you are my family”

He smiles softly at me. “Yes I am, baby” he says kissing my forehead. “Next” 

Who said “I love you” first?

“Eh...I did” I admit, with a shy smile on my face “guilty” I add, raising my hand. 

“She did” he seconds, pointing at him. “it was adorable”

That phrase made me cringe for some reason. Not that I denied it wasn’t adorable, it was just some awkward moment that I came out of me and I still feel unsure of. I am not often the one who speaks up, so doing this was pretty ballsy. 

“Was it?” I ask, unsure “It was too soon, I dont know...”

“It was alright, really” he says, shaking his head and going over to rub on my arm a little “we were having one of our famous, drink and watch, where we watch movies and every time something specific happens, we drink a shot” he starts telling the story, also making the fun add on of our usual date nights. 

“And I was like, woooh woooh” I say, trying to imitate that very moment. I lean over him, and leaning my head too close to his, I press my head on his cheek and whisper “I loaf you, Cayum” making it coming out as a loud muffled sound. 

“God dammit” he giggles moving away just a little “I mean, it did sound like that, but it was cute and I said it back” he says, rounding his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer.

“At first I felt weird because I thought I shouldn’t have said it right there at that moment, but if I’m honest” I add “I was fine” 

“We were fine” he continues, leaning in to kiss my temple “more than fine”

What dressing do I always wear?

I look at him up and down.  It’s kind of funny, because with this whole situation, we both happen to be in our pajamas, so our dressing code has been turned around for the moment. My vision of what he could be wearing on the daily has been distorted. 

“Pfff” I sigh “I don’t know, I really don’t” I confess. “You are very weird with fashion, I must say, I don’t think you often wear the same thing” I say, looking over at him. 

“I sure do, I can think of a couple things” He says, smiling at me with a teasing smile, silently encouraging me to think. 

“Well, you do wear hoodies often, at home mostly” I say, being the first thing I can think of

“Like this one, actually, it’s like your morning hoodie” I giggle, reaching over to tug on the hood. 

He was wearing that very soft white hoodie he would reach over to every morning, if there was a little bit of a breeze out there. She loved it, it was a nice piece of clothing to hug him in. 

“There you go, see?” He chuckles, shaking his head  “Mine is easy because every day of your life you wear socks that reach your ankles and beyond” He smiles, looking down at my feet and staring at my socks. 

“Ding ding ding!” I celebrate, smiling at him “You are so right!” I laugh.

He nods, he knows he was right. 

“Show the public, please” he suggests, giving me the honours.

“I have pineapples today” I say, lifting my foot as much as I can and holding it up to the camera. “Yesterday I had dogs and I have all kind of patterns, I love collecting socks” I smile, looking down at the pretty pattern and admiring it. 

“It’s a fun thing to collect, I like it a lot actually” He admits, staring at it too “Do you have your 5SOS socks already?” he asks, as I lower my leg to its previous position. 

I roll my eyes “Oh, shut it” I groan, he breaks to laugh and he knows why.  “you didn’t let me design socks for your merch, now I don’t want anything” I say, scooting away from him

“Right” he laughs, shaking his head and laughing “Next question”. 

Weird habit of each other?

“I know one of yours” he says before I can even answer. He turns to me, looking at me with a mysterious smile. “I’m going to leave it at your choice, should I tell or should I not?” 

I look at him with the same look he gives to me, trying to see in him what he had in mind. I might have some weird habits, I was just hoping he wouldn’t pull out the worst. 

“Shoot”  I say, glaring at him. 

“Everything you do, you find a way to relate it to a meme” he says, looking straight at me and laughing as he speaks “I don’t even know how you do it, you just do” 

“Oh man! that’s not that bad, but I wasn’t expecting that at all” I laugh as well, finding it kind of funny that we went in with this one “I don’t think you have a bad habit, but, if I must say one, I would say your silence” I say slowly, not really sure if that even count. “you are one quite soul, Cal” I add, bumping our shoulders together 

“Am I?” He says, raising an eyebrow up as he spoke. 

I nod  “It’s like, sometimes  I ask you something and you just do this” I explain, resting my head over my chin and looking straight at him, saying nothing but still saying much. “I’m not a mind reader, pal” I mumble, still looking at him. 

He leans over and touches my forehead with his, looking at me straight in the eyes and mumbling.  “You should know what it means” 

I roll my eyes. “Uh huh” 

He would never admit his silence was weird, but that’s okay, it was something of him that I really liked.

How long have we been together?

“Almost two years” Calum says, his voice sounding sort of surprised as he spoke. 

“It doesn’t feel like two years, how scary” I add, leaning my head on his shoulder “I feel like time really flies lately, these past two years between working with you, having all these changes and moving to this city, I felt like it’s only been a couple months” I mention, reflecting about all of the little things that have led us to this moment. 

“That happens when you’re having fun baby” 

I smile, bumping my shoulder to his “It’s been the best two years, I hope you know that” 

What was our first road trip?

“Here’s the thing” he says, taking the lead “We often do small road trips to little parts of the city, so I would dare to say our first road trip together was... Mexico?” he says, looking at me in doubt. 

“I think so, I’m not sure” I say, thinking about it as well. “but I think our most special trip was not even a road trip, it was a full on trip, remember?”

He frowns a little, turning to look at me looking for more clues. I didn’t gave more information away, if he knows, he knows. 

“Which one?” He asks, still thinking about it.

“The first trip we did together, we were around 8 months, I would say” I say, still maintaining the mystery, until I decided to drop it.  “We went to Australia, made a stop for three days and then New Zealand” I explain. 

“Oh that’s right! yeah, you are right” he nods energetically at my answer. “We went visiting my family and exploring, it was a whole deal” he explain, now with a smile on his face. 

“I think that even counts as a road trip, we used your uncle’s jeep, visited some awesome places” I say, smiling as well “I loved it, I always wanted to go to Auckland and having the chance of exploring the city was the best thing ever” 

He nods, agreeing with me. That particular trip was the first trip we ever did together as a couple and it was worth every second. 

“I had fun too, it was a very special time” He agrees. “Fun fact, a song came out of that trip, and you would never guess which one, but if you do, let me know and I might tell a story” He states, pointing at the camera, and looking at it with a completely serious look. 

“Please do, guess” I chuckle at that statement “That story is going to fuck me up”

First thing you noticed about me?

“Now this is a question I like a lot” Calum states, sitting up straight and getting excited about his answer “Here’s the thing, the first time I met you was on this brunch thing and it was... a private event” he starts “it was interesting because in this event they had like a whole dancing thing, musicians, a DJ... the thing is, there was a particular moment of the event where they were playing jazz and the way she lost it while listening to that... that was priceless” he noticed, smiling at me “the way you lose yourself with music it’s something I won’t ever get tired of” he said in honest words. 

That statement made my heart warm up. Those were one of the most adorable things he had ever said to me. 

“Thank you” I said, with a hand on my chest. “The first thing I noticed about you is how good you are with words” I said, as part of my answer “I think some people, especially guys, sometimes come out as assholes when they want to cause a good impression, but surprisingly, he was the first guy who when he first came up to me, I felt comfortable” I shrug, looking at the camera and smiling softly. 

There was really not much to say, I felt like my answer said a lot. 

Calum smiled softly at me and reached my place, and while he caught me in his arms he mumbled “Come here”. 

And then we fall onto the floor, as we washes me in kisses. 

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stare blankly at different points as we think of an answer. It should be easier than this, but for some reason, it is being more difficult than we thought to come up with a good answer to fill in this question. We could say so many things, but none of them would be the most appropriate one for this. 

“Fun fact” I start, after our moment of silence “the first time we kissed, very first time, I was really drunk, but I would say, it wasn’t that noticeable or at least that’s what I thought”

I see Calum notices what I am saying right away, because once I start my story, his face goes from a frown to a surprised expression very quickly. Suddenly everything taking a bit of sense for him. 

“I know where you’re going” he says, shaking his head. 

“He asked me how it felt, like the kiss, how I felt about it” I continue  “and I said ‘Ew’” 

I wish I could help it, but everytime I tell a story like this, I can’t help but breaking to laugh, without having enough control over myself. I almost have to lay back, because I am laughing so much I can hardly sit still, but I don’t do that, I just hold on to my boyfriend and do my thing. I was such a fun story, the embarrassing part of it worn off completely by how funny it was. 

“That was the most discouraging moment of my life” He explains, joining as well into my little laughing fit and shaking his head.

“I know, I’m sorry” I said, cleaning a small tear off my eye “I didn’t mean it! I was drunk, plus, I think I say ew and ouch out of its context more times that I could count” I mention.

“Now, that is very true” he says, laughing as well as he turns his look back at the camera and mumbles “Next question”

Tell us a secret 

“No” Calum says. 

So we move on to the next question. 

What am I good at?

“She’s excellent at cooking the best things in the worst times” Calum explains as soon as he’s given the chance “and what I mean by this is that, most of the time when there’s a storm or, just like a month ago, we were confined and she would do deserts like everyday, It was so good I would forget for a second about what was surrounding me” He admitted, looking at me for a second before going back at the camera. 

“I’m glad you like it”  I smile, suddenly feeling very excited. “I do instagram lives every time I cook, It’s a lot of fun” I add.

He nods “You see me in the back, like, ‘what’s that white spongy thing?’” he mentions, making a weird voice just for laughs. 

I giggle. “What’s that white dust on the table?”  I follow, completely being aware of the double-sense. 

“Is that mint? Or cilantro?” He adds. 

“Oh geez” I laugh, at that last one. “People roast me in the comments all the time, because I make stuff like, burritos, or maybe chicken teriyaki, and then you come over and can’t eat anything” I roll my eyes, shaking my head at the camera. 

He presses his lips together at my mention and nods. 

“I don’t eat meat” he mentions, shrugging “but I don’t mind at all, I don’t care if you eat meat”

I nod “I always prepare like one ratio and leave some for if you wanna try, but…” I shrug “I wouldn’t tease you into it”

“I know babe” He says, going to reach my cheek and pinch it. 

 I move away from his touch as I say “I’m not even going to answer this so… next!” 

Favorite feature about each other?

“His face is the stretchiest ever” I say with excitement in my voice. 

Without a doubt, I get up and walk right behind him, because I just need to do something. It's a necessity, this is something I do on the daily, showing the public was something I wanted to do so badly. 

“Look at this” I said, placing my hands on his cheeks and squishing them…stretching… squishing… stretching… squishing… I had so much fun. 

“I have so much fun doing this, it’s like playdough in my hands” I say, caressing my boyfriends face. 

“Okay, alright” he laughs, taking my hands away from his face. “My favourite thing is this” he says, still holding onto my hands and suddenly tugging on them hard. 

Before I even noticed, he was grabbing both of my arms together, and with great skill, he pulled my whole body over his shoulders, and as he got up from his seat and walked back. 

“What?!” I yelled loudly “Put me down!” 

He does as I said, and as he walked to the back of the room, he let me down right beside him. 

“She’s so tiny” he laughed, ruffling my hair playfully “I can carry her in my bag” 

I rolled my eyes “No, I’m not” I whined “Stop” 

He laughed again, and as he lifted his arm, and rested his elbow on my head.  “See this (Y/n) to Calum ratio” he mocks “I’m half a person” 

“Perfect size” I giggle, pushing him aside playfully. “Now that you’ve exposed my height, can we keep going please?” I say, almost begging. 

If we kept going with this, I could easily turn from funny to not so funny anymore. 

What do we argue about the most? 

Once again, we stay quiet for a good second, but not because we don’t know, it’s because there was really not an specific answer we could give. I don’t we even knew what to say. 

“I would say, the majority of times, we argue for the most dumb things you could imagine” I say, answering for the both of us  “But about serious things, it’s something very rare” I shrug. 

“I think our trending topic when discussing about something, it’s about me misspelling words when writing, and her losing it” he says, pointing at us and totally throwing me a look. 

“Dude” I sigh “Because then people will read and take it the wrong way, not cool” I argue. 

“It doesn’t matter, you just explain” he shrugs, completely not caring. 

“You need to listen, that’s what you need to do” I roll my eyes  “Read a book, punk” I let out. 

His eyes widen at my answer. “Oh is that it?” He says looking at me directly. 

I crack a smile, going to hug him, before he thought I was serious about this. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” I let him know. 

I would never tell him something like that on purpose.

Nicknames for each other?

I sigh. “Sadly, I don’t have anything other than Cal, and all the regular sappy nicknames” I shrug  “I know I’m terrible, sue me, I don’t care” 

I speak honestly, all super creative nicknames were over thought and they could be weird sometimes. I was too classy to use anything overly new. 

“That’s mean, because I do have a couple of names for you” he mentions “Sweetie pie, Baby… The others I can’t reveal” he says slowly, patting my thigh with his hand. 

my nose scrunches “Why?” I ask. 

“They’re very confidential, you should know that”  he says, shaking his head. 

I shrug. “If I’m honest, I don’t know” I giggle “But I’ll keep the secret if that’s what you want”

He smiles, and leaving kiss on my cheek, we move on to the next question. 

Complete this sentence “You’re my……..”?

“Oh, this is the famous question” he says after reading the question out loud. A smile cracking on his face as he looked at me. 

“Was there a famous question?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. 

“All the guys were talking about this one, I’m sure you guys are enjoying this” he smiled at the camera and pointing at It. “Luke’s girl cried” he mentioned to me. 

My eyes widen “Did she?” I say, my mouth forming a pout “Oh man, I haven’t seen that” I sigh “You first”

He nods, already knowing that he would be the one taking the lead first.

“You are my saviour” he says, going to grab my hand. “I know it might sound sappy and you hate it, but it’s the truth. Before you I was a lonely guy, even when I had friends, I still felt pretty lonely, and I really appreciate the fact that I found someone who I can talk to, share moments… someone who I can lean on, It’s something that really gets me thinking… If it wasn’t for you, I would be sad” he says, pressing his lips together as he looked at me. 

“Really?” I asked in a whisper. He nods. “Cal…”

I wish I could keep it together, but hearing him say something like this… I’m front of a camera. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, we’ve been in these kinds of situations before, but right now, it felt different, and it felt special. 

“No, baby, don’t” he chuckles when sees my eyes starting to Glow. “See?” He tells the camera with a smile. 

“I don’t even know what to say…” I sigh, shaking my head “You’re my partner” I say smiling. “Probably sounds weird, because it’s obvious, but I mean it, you’re my best friend, I love spending time with you, I always look forward to be with you and have you by my side, I can tell you everything and I trust you more than anyone, I think being with you is without a doubt, the best decision I have ever taken in my life” I admit. 

The grin on his face is a real one, and once I finish with my words, he gives a squeeze to my hands, and leaves a kiss in both of them. 

“Come here, baby” he whispers, pulling my into his arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you” he says, kissing my cheek a lot. 

“You’re squishing me” I laugh “I love you so much, a million times, more than you do” 

And more than he could imagine…

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“So, this was our version of the girlfriend and boyfriend tag, I hope you enjoyed” I say first, as I smiled to the camera. 

“We also hope this brought you enough entertainment during this time, we for sure had a good time doing it” He continues for me, waving at the camera. “Until the next time, and remember to stay safe, bye!”

With this, we both lift our hands, and wave energetically at the camera, we turn of the camera, and our version of this tag was completed. 

It was a wrap!.

[echo-three-one]

A Forgotten Memory

An Alex x OC Fic

The fifth chapter in the series!!!

link to chapter 1 is here

Prev (IV - Samantha)

Next (VI - Samantha)

Reviews and comments are appreciated as I would like to grow as a writer.

V - Alex

She's still a bit dazed, but who wouldn't be. It was a very close call and Alex was amazed at how quiet she was when they were hiding. He felt hot tears while she was leaning on his chest, and he couldn't decide on how to approach her about it.

Pulling a fresh shirt and sweatpants from his bag, he tossed it beside Samantha, who just sat on his bed, staring at the floor.

"Here. You could freshen up in the shower. You know, wash away the fear." Alex suggested staring at her with worry.

"Max.." she whispered as tears started to form on her eyes.

"We'll find her. Don't worry." Alex tapped her shoulder as she turned to meet his gaze.

"How? Are we supposed to go out there and face those foreign robbers? Are you some sort of hero now?" She exclaimed as waves of different emotions escape her breaking her silence. Alex sighed, debating whether he could tell her a part of the truth or not.

"We could call the cops. They'll interview you and they'll get leads as to why they're after you." Alex suggested, fishing his phone from his pocket.

"No. Please. I don't want anything from the security part of the government involved in this." She begged, as the volume of her voice softens. Alex quickly read her reply, he could easily do that and for once, he actually had a suspicion about the case.

"Okay. Um fine, they won't get anything from you if you don't cooperate anyway." His hands gestured surrender. Boy, she was a tough cookie to crack. If only he could pressure her enough to talk. But she's so vulnerable right now and it's best to let her rest.

"I'm taking a shower." she stood up and grabbed his clothes and walked straight to the bathroom.

Alex just stood there in shock as her mood quickly shifted from one to another, waiting for her to turn on the water so he could begin relaying information to the encrypted line.

"Echo Three One to Actual. Do you read me?"

"Any leads, Echo Three One?" the familiar voice said over the phone.

"She's still in shock. We were pursued. They're after her and not the other way around."

"Bet you're happy she isn't a threat."

"Come on man, I told you I'm working professionally." he remarked.

"See if you can get any information as to why. We're arranging to move her to a safehouse first thing tomorrow. She's now an HVI."

"Got it. I'll do what I can." he said as his head tilted to the bathroom door, worrying about how she'll live after all this is done.

***

Alex peeked at the window as another engine revved across the quiet streets below them. He had his guard up ever since they got here and all Samantha could do is worry more.

"They're not gonna find us here, you know. Quit being so protective." she commented, her tone was almost mad and her arms folded across her chest.

"You can never be too safe, Samantha." he answered, eyes not leaving the streets.

"Any idea they're after you?" he added, wishing she'd answer seriously.

"No, I don't. What about you, do you have any idea why I'm here?" she debated.

"I'm just trying to help out." Alex replied as he turned to her.

"And you happen to feel so calm about that thing earlier. Just who are you?! I'm starting to think you're the one who's causing all this!" she exclaimed, gripping her pillow and burying her face on it, sobbing as she cried about her missing friend.

Alex couldn't help but aproach her, she could feel him close as the bed sank as soon as he sat down. He just sat there, knowing full well that any word that would come out of his mouth would just be a waste of time.

"The night before an important presentation at work, I felt hopeless. I began to cry, the fear overwhelmed me and I wasn't able to sleep. Maxine actually helped by sleeping beside me. She knew I needed company at times I felt afraid and dissappointed. And now I feel sad that I can't be there when she's feeling the same thing I felt back then." She said, curling herself into a ball, her eyes peeking at Alex who's on the other end of the bed. Alex could see the helplessness in her eyes. Maxine was all she got and now she has no idea where she is and how she was.

"I met Maxine the night before I met you. I know she's a tough woman. You have to have faith on her. She could survive from her captors." She nodded at Alex's words of reassurance, slowly shifting herself to lie down and go to bed.

"Good Night, Alex." She said as she covered herself with a thick mattress.

"Good Night, Samantha." he replied as he went back to his chair by the window, resuming his night guard duties.

***

Alex turned the shower off and froze, his ears picked something up from outside the bathroom just as he finished wiping himself off with a towel slowly wrapping it around his waist. He tiptoed across the bathroom and creaked the door open, peeking at Samantha.

She was slowly squirming, her head was slightly tilting at short intervals. Alex rushed to her aid as fast as he could.

"Maxine.. please... don't go... hngg. no. dont... take.. me. . get off!" she was having a nightmare. Alex quickly held her cheek, slightly slapping it to wake her up. Her face was sweaty and her brows furrowed angrily, her face frowned convincing Alex that she needed help. Alex quickly kneeled beside her by the bed, pulling her up and wrapping her with his arms.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's all okay. You're safe here." he hushed repeatedly while Samantha struggled to break loose. He could feel her strength fading as her breathing calmed down, then Alex slowly guiderd her back to her pillow.

"You're safe here." he whispered as he saw her smile illuminated by the light outside. He couldn't help but smile too as the peaceful look in her face overwhelmed the CIA Agent.

She shifted to her side as her hands slowly slid on his chest down to his waist, it stopped on his hip and he could feel her slowly grip it as her head leaned on his chest. Her foot moved next as her knee dangerously overlapped on his thigh almost close to his um.. privates.

Alex's heart thumped faster. He hasn't been held like this for a long time and it was making him feel... awkward.

'Think Professionally' he muttered to himself as he felt her leg move once again, he could feel her warm thighs overlap his. And not just that, her calm breaths breeze through his bare chest almost tickling him.

This is going to be one awkward night. he thought to himself.

Alex nervously tried to shift himself away from her grasp as he knew she'll be mad at him the next morning but every inch he successfully moves away was equal to another inch of her snuggling back to him. He sighed in surrender as he leaned on to her making sure she'll be safe all throughout the night. He can't do anything about it and he hoped she remembers that she did this in the first place.

[lovelybunny08]

The Backroom 2

♡ Pairing- Yoongi X Reader

♡ Genre- Smut, doctor, fingering, choking

♡Description- What will you do when you find out Yoongi secret will you stay or will you leave?

♡ Again thank you @artofediting for editing all my story. Seriously love you I dont know what I will do without you.😭😭

♡ Word Count- 3,364

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It had been a while since the last time you had worked a night shift which made it so you hadn’t seen Dr. Min for just as long. Last time you never got his contact, and all you can think about is the way his fingers felt inside you. How often had you laid in bed at night touching yourself to the memory of his deft fingers pumping in and out of you?

You sighed heavily and leaned on the arm of your chair as your eyelids grew heavy when you heard your boss calling you from her office. You quickly got up and walked into her office, sitting down in the seat across from where she sat behind her desk. Her eyes were trained on the paperwork in front of her as she failed to notice your presence. 

 “uh, hey! You called?” You announced trying to garner her attention.

 “Oh, Y/N! Yes, perfect timing. Can you please do me a favor. Alex was supposed to work the night shift tonight, but he just called out sick. I know this means you’ll basically work a double today, but do you think you can cover it? I’ll go ahead and let you off early from this shift if you take it.” She stared at you with desperate, searching eyes hoping her pout would convince you. To most other employees, this would be such a drag. However, an overnight shift might mean that you might be able to see a certain doctor.

 “Yes!” You nearly shout. “I-uh, I mean, yes, I don’t mind at all” you told your boss trying to hide your eagerness.

“Great! Like I said, you can go home and relax until the night shift.” You gave a small nod and left to gather your things and punch out. Your ride home was spent with thoughts of said doctor and how long it had been since your last encounter.

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You wake up to your alarm going off and jump off your couch to shower and get dressed. You wear the sexiest yet still professional attire you can find for work. It was a one-piece dress that was black on top and red on the bottom with buttons going down the skirt making it look like a two-piece outfit. You top it off with some black flats and a black choker.

You grab your bag and head out the door; your imagination running wild with the events that you hope take place.

When you arrived, it was insanely busy as the weekends normally are. You immediately  went to the back room to put your stuff away and punch in. Soon you’re working double-time rushing to register all of the new patients. You didn’t even notice the eyes of your co-worker on your back until she addresses you.

“Wow, you look a lil different today.” Yunki examines as she comes from the backroom getting ready to leave.

“Eh, sometimes you just need to dress up for work” you reply with a wink as you turn to continue registering the next patient.

Hours of the night pass when you’re finally done registering all the patients and organizing a bit of the leftover paperwork. You stand from behind the desk planning to head to the front desk to finish off a few things. You were exhausted from the endless flow of patients. When you walked to the front of the desk, you overheard one of the nurses addressing someone which immediately woke you up.

“Oh, Mrs. Min! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” The nurse asked the person. No. Not a person, Mrs. Min. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Nonetheless, you continue to listen to figure out what the hell was happening.

“I’m just here to quickly drop something off to my husband” Mrs. Min kindly replies.

“Let me call him for you,” the nurse responds. You continue your walk to the front now to finish inputting the patient information in the system (and get a better view of what was going on).

You walk in and sit down behind one of the computers and spare a glance at the two women. Mrs. Min was stunning with long black hair. She was wearing the most expensive clothes you have seen in your life, and she looked like she walked straight out of a magazine.

As if the scene couldn’t get worse, Dr. Min Yoongi walks out of the ER door and spots his wife standing in front of the desk with the nurse where you sat. An unrecognizable expression flashes across his face but was gone before you could analyze it.

“Jessica, what are you doing here?” Dr. Min exclaims to her in surprise as he walks towards the two and leans down to give her a kiss. This all took place right in front of you, and it took you a few minutes of empty gawking at your computer screen before your thoughts came into order. How stupid could you have been? He was married. You felt so dumb. Of course he was married! He was a kind, wealthy, hot, successful doctor! The fact that he never disclosed any such information to you pissed you off beyond belief. With a mixture between anger and disappointment, you clench your jaw and continue your work, ignoring their presence.

Time passes as you go back to your desk and begin registering new patients. You didn’t notice when the wife had left or where Dr. Min had slipped away too. You consumed yourself in your work, flying through registration like a maniac, blocking out the rest of the world. As your desk phone rings you automatically pick it up to respond.

“Hello, this is Grace Hospital. How may I help you?”

“Y/N, it’s nurse Eunah. The patient you weren’t able to get to before finally got his information so you can register him now.”

“Ah, thank you, Eunah, I’ll get right to it” you told the nurse and ended the call. You go to find the patient once more to begin registration.

An hour or so passes and after answering the nonstop questions from that one patient, you were finally able to register him. You were walking down the hall back to your computer when your paper slipped from your hand. You were bending down to grab them when someone beat you to it. As the hands shuffle the papers together, your body goes rigid as you vividly remember those hands. As the person stands up and you straighten, you slowly look up to see Dr. Min staring down at you with the papers outstretched towards you. You accept the papers and bow slightly to thank him. Without missing a beat, you begin to walk away hoping to escape the awkward atmosphere. Before you could, you felt his hand on your arm to stop you. You immediately halt and turn to look at him. Clearing your throat and plastering on a fake smile, you address him.

“Yes. Dr. Min. How may I help you?” His eyes narrow at your guarded disposition. He grabs the papers back from your hands disregarding your reaction.

“Eunah, please finish registering the patient for Miss. Y/N. I need her help with a problem in one of the registrations of another patient” he says, handing the papers over to the nurse.

“Of course," Eunah replies, turning back to her computer. Dr. Min spins back to face you with a stern demeanor.

“Come," he demands, leaving no room for negotiation.

You follow him out of the ER to the doctor’s personal offices. You had to be a head of a department to normally have your own office, and since Dr. Min was the head of ER, he had his own. You follow him into the space which was larger than you would have imagined. His office had his desk with his computer on one end. On the other end, he had a couch with a coffee table in the middle. There was also a flatscreen on the wall that faces his desk and a love chair placed at the end of the coffee table. You seat yourself down on the couch as he sits on the love seat to your left. You turn to him politely and address him the most professional way possible.

“Dr. Min. is there something wrong?” You ask innocently even though you would rather be anywhere else. Still, despite it being wrong, his presence demands its effect on your body. You stiffen as he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I told you to call me Yoongi,” he replies in an authoritative tone. His glare causes you to break eye contact as your eyes fly down onto his hands in his lap. Big mistake. The same hands that once brought you endless pleasure now twisted your stomach in knots as the wedding ring on his left hand glared at you. He must not wear it often as this was your first time ever seeing it. The sexual tension and anger made sense to you, but what you didn’t expect was the jealousy you felt from seeing that ring. You had no right to feel that way, and it only pissed you off more. You felt beyond stupid, and now it was being shoved into your face. Gah, you even dressed up for him today. What were you thinking? He’s married, and he’s out of your league anyways.  

“Jealous?” His gruff voice broke your reverie and you stared at him with wide eyes. How did he see through you like that? Was it that obvious? You were jealous, yes, but admitting that to yourself and him were two drastically different things.

“No!” you scoff. “That’s ridiculous” you explain looking down.

“I know you’re lying. Every time you lie, you always look down after.” You froze as heat flooded your face. You remained silent because he was right, and there was no point in making a fool out of yourself even more. Each second that passed felt like an eternity, and his intense glare made you feel powerless. His aggressive stance toward you only reminded you of your heated encounter in the backroom. As you revisit the memory, you begin to rub your thighs together, only making you feel more ashamed; lusting after a married man. This small motion doesn’t go unnoticed to Yoongi.

“Don’t lie to me,” he sighs. “Let me ask you this. Do you want me?” He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Be honest or I’ll bend you over my desk and fuck you until you admit the truth.” Your eyes widened as the shock of what he just said went straight to your core. What kind of game was he playing? He knew what those words did to you. You stared him dead in the eyes as you thought over your response. You knew it was wrong. You knew that wanting him to fuck you hard against his work desk was just a shameful dream to you. He was married.

“Yes,” You clench your jaw. “But it’s wrong. You’re married.” You mutter out the last bit in disbelief. Suddenly, a smile crossed his face, and it was the first genuine smile you’ve seen from him all night.

“Ah. I think I understand now.” Yoongi says laying back in his chair.

“What do you mean you understand now?” You ask.

“Your problem is that to you I’m married. Jessica and I are are mmarried but only for looks.” You gave him a confused look but he continues “Our family know each other for awhile and   arranged marriage to save her family, but one thing I can tell you is we don’t love each other only to the outside world we do.” Finishing his explanation, he stares at you with a smug smile. You couldn’t help the small smile that escaped in return even if you knew it was wrong.

“It makes sense then, why you didn’t seem that happy when you saw her here” You respond. Seeing your acceptance of his situation, he patts one of his thighs.

“Come here kitten and sit facing me.”

You knew he might technically be married, but there was something about him you couldn’t deny, especially when he used that nickname. He drew you in. You stand only to spread your legs and sit on his thighs, you dress hiking up as you did so. Without giving much time for adjustment, Yoongi grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him until your lips were barely inches apart. He whispered onto your lips, “My sweet kitten looks can be deceiving then I thought. Could you have  resisted even if my marriage isn’t real? I guess you can’t always trust what you see.”

Then he’s kissing you hard. You thought you had truly experienced the wild side of him last time, but this kiss was full of lust, desire, and passion. His lips moved over yours until his tongue was sliding into your mouth, dominating you and stealing every breath. In response, your hands scraped down his chest as you began rubbing yourself on the tent in his pants. Your skirt was nearly around your waist at this point. He was so hard already and you could feel your wetness on your thighs. You couldn’t believe how ready he made you only from kissing you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist until you’re directly over his dick, leaving you a moaning mess and you begin to rub directly against it. You slip your hand up his chest and behind his as you begin slightly tugging at the ends of his hair. Yoongi then slides his hands underneath your ass and he stands up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carefully lies you down onto the coffee table and breaks the kiss to stand up and look down at you.

“God you look so good lying here, wet and ready for me.” Yoongi runs his tongue over his swollen lips before pressing a hand above your head for support before kissing you faster and deeper. His other hand was running up your legs slowly, pushing them open until he reached the apex of your thighs. He soft tucks his fingers into the band of your panties and yanks them off, discarding them somewhere on the floor. His fingers immediately begin rubbing your clit and you moan into his mouth at the feeling. How you’ve dreamed about feeling his hands on you again. His lips began sliding down your neck, leaving slight teeth marks until he reached your black choker.

“Mmmmm I like this on you” He hums against your throat. His teeth tug on the black band slightly before he’s reattaching his lips to yours and slipping two fingers in you at the same time. The sudden onslaught to your senses is overwhelming in the best way. As he continues to pump and curl his fingers in and out of you, he sits up to pull down the stop of your dress. You lift your back to help him take off your bra as well. As your nipples harden in the cold room, Yoongi leans down and takes a nipple into his warm mouth. As he sucks hard on your breast, he adds a third finger into you and the mix of pain begins to send you towards your edge.

“Please Yoongi, I'm g-gonna cum” you breathily moan.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my fingers.”

With those words, your eyes shut tight as the tension in your abdomen snaps and you’re thrown into pure bliss. Yoongi continues to softly pump his fingers in and out of you as you finish cumming on them. He eventually pulls out his finger and stands over you, breathing heavily. He sucks his fingers clean of your arousal and begins to unbutton his dress shirt and unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t wait to know how it feels to be inside you.” He groans.

As he pushed down his pants and boxers, you finally got to see him. You had never seen anyone with his size before and you can’t help but lick your lips. You got up to touch him, but he quickly pushed you back down against the table.

“No, kitten not today. Another time I’ll let you, but today I'm gonna fuck you so you know who you belong to.” You couldn’t believe the dirty words that were falling onto your ears, but it only turned you on more.

He slides your dress off and then leans down with one hand above your head. He lines himself up your entrance, and you moan in anticipation. You move your hips slightly hoping to get some sort of relief, but he doesn’t allow it.

“So impatient, little kitten” he tuts and then pushes himself in and bottoms out in one swift move. You gasp at the feeling of him inside you and scrape your nails down his back. He stills for a while seeing the slight pain in your face. After letting yourself adjust for a bit, you move your hips slightly as a signal to move. He sets a slow pace in the beginning, dragging himself almost completely out of you until he pushes back into you.

“P-please, f-faster,” you’re barely able to beg.

“Use your words kitten.”

“Agh, please Yoongi fuck me harder.” You nearly scream at him. Yoongi lets out a chuckle and dives down to kiss you hard once more. He picks up his pace immediately, hitting all of the right spots until you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt like your insides were on fire as his other hand slid upward to mold your breasts into his palm. He then slowly travels upwards to wrap around the black choker and squeeze your throat just enough to labor your breathing. He then begins pushing in harder than before, sucking bruises across your chest as his hand wraps itself harder around your throat.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum for daddy,” he whispers, and at those words you lose it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hand releases your throat, the sudden flow of oxygen only increasing your pleasure. Yoongi speeds up slightly as his thrusts grow sloppy until he’s spilling his seed inside of you. You both lay there, bare chests pressed against each other, breathing heavily. Yoongi grabs your jaw and kisses you deeply before he pulls himself off of you. He walks behind his desk and returns to you with a towel. As he carefully wipes you down, you catch your breath and admire the man in front of you. As he begins to clean himself, you stand up to redress yourself. You slip on your dress and shoes as Yoongi finishes buttoning his shirt. He hands you your bra from across the room as you slide on your ruined panties.

“Your phone?” Yoongi reminds you as he hands it to you. You unlocked it only to give it back for him to put his contact info in.

“I put my personal phone number there,” he said, giving it back to you. You stare at your phone. You were still slightly uneasy at the fact that his  technically still married.

As if he was reading your mind, he announces,  “There’s no turning back for me. I want you, and I take what I want without regret.”

“I want you too, but I don’t want to be  ruin a marriage” you reply.

He throws his head back in laughter as he crosses the room and takes your chin in his hand.

“Kitten, what I want with you has nothing to do with my marriage or lack thereof. You’re an entirely separate matter.” He speaks softly.

You look into his eyes and all you can find is honesty. Whether or not it is reality, you know that he truly believes his desire for you is separate from his marriage. In the back of your mind, you can’t help but think you may just be a source of comfort for him, and that he will never truly be yours.

[peacedolantwins]

Pain and Embarrassment pt 2

Summary: Ethan gets a surprise visit after you’ve gone back to California

Part one

As soon as the interviewer had asked your reaction to his affair, Ethan knew he made this situation so much worse. How could he forget to tell you about something like this? Not only did he expose his dirty laundry for everyone to see, he didnt even tell you there was dirty laundry to air. He tried calling you as soon as the interview was done but your phone was going straight to voicemail.

He quickly checked online to see if maybe you had publicly said anything (not that he thought you actually would, not yet) and he saw that the affair was trending. Thousands of people were commenting on his ruined marriage and the only thing he thought of was you and his children. Ethan saw people tagging his whole family and he felt awful. Not only does everyone know about his family falling apart, but complete strangers keep poking at his family and its his fault.

Ethan checked his kids social media only to find that all of them had either deleted or made their accounts private. He tried calling them and not one of them would answer. He knew Sky probably found out by now, the twins most likely knew, there was a good chance Noah understood enough and he was pretty sure Elise was going to start putting it together. The only one who he could maybe buy time with was Connor and that was only because he was overseas at the moment.

When he received the text from Alex saying to leave you alone he felt awful. His own kids hated him. He hated himself at that moment too.

It was almost 10 o’clock when he heard the front door opening. He knew there was no way you were back with the kids, not this soon. He got up from his place on the couch and turned to see his two oldest children standing by the door.

Skylar looked like she had been crying and was using her brother as a shield and Connor stood there, still in his military uniform, glaring right at him. He always thought about how much Connor was the mini version of you but seeing the look of anger in his eyes reminded him how much that was true. He had only been on the receiving end of your glares a few times through your relationship but it was terrifying and seeing it on his sons face was just as frightening.

“Sky-”

“Stop.” Connor cut him off. “Grab some things for me please,” he handed Sky his travel bag so she could pack some clothes for him. She already had her own luggage in the car ready to go.

“Son-” Ethan tried again.

“Do not call me that. I'm not your son. You hurt my mom. And the dad I knew did everything he could to make sure that would never happen to her. Ive been looking out for mom since I was a kid and turns out you couldnt wait long enough after I left to hurt her in the worst way possible.” Connor had turned to the hallway, subconsciencly blocking Ethans path to Sky if he tried.

“This was supposed to be a surprise. Me coming home. Looks like I'm the one who got surprised instead,” he laughed sarcastically.

“Do you have any idea what its like to be so excited to see your family in over a year only to find out your family isnt together while on the plane? And to see it plastered online? Having to push through a crowd of cameras while Sky went to pick me up? Because I do and I can sure as hell assure you thats not what I was planning to come home to.” Connor stopped talking when he felt Sky put her hand on his shoulder letting him know she was ready to go.

He moved to the door and made sure he blocked his sister from Ethan the entire time. She had made it very clear that she didnt want to see or speak to him. Connor lead her to the door and made sure she got out before he turned his attention back to the man who raised him.

“Leave my mom alone. Leave us alone. You didnt care about the damage you were doing to your family so now you dont get to pretend you want to clean up the mess you caused. And I swear, if you dont give mom space back youre going to regret it.” He stood toe to toe with Ethan.

For the first time in his life, Ethan finally saw his son not as the little boy who helped his mom cook in the kitchen, but rather as the man who was fiercely protective of the most important woman in his life and who had spent the past few years of his life serving in the military and now towered over Ethan in every way possible.

Connor finally backed off and walked out the door after his big sister. Ethan watched as his two eldest walked sped off in their car heading back to the airport to be with you, leaving him exactly how you felt.

Alone.

I know it’s short but I really just wanted to get something up since I know it’s been a while

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Different

Pairing: Teddy Lupin x reader

Word Count: 2,652

Warnings: None.

Request: omg could u pls write me something like a teddy lupin x reader

A/n: Okkk so I dont exscatly love this story but whatever I hope you guys enjoy!

You were different. That was no secret, since the moment you walked on to Platform 9 ¾ everyone had known you were different. No one knew how they knew, they just knew. 

When you walked onto that train surrounded by terrified first years without a fear in the world, Edward Lupin fell in love with you. Of course at 11 years old he had no clue what love was, he just knew you were unique, and he liked it.

Teddy had looked for 20 minutes to find your cabin, and when he did, you merely glanced at him and asked, "What do you want?" 

When he replied explaining how he wanted to sit there you simply shrug your shoulders as he took a seat. 

The next time he and everyone else in that hall realized you were different is when they called you up to be sorted.

McGonagall yelled, "Y/n y/l/n!" And you had skipped up to the hat a sly smirk plastered on your face. You plopped yourself into the seat, still smirking and waited. 

The hat took it's time, 3 and a half minutes to be exact, to put you in a house. Your smirk grew fainter and fainter with every passing second. 

When the hat belted, "Hufflepuff!" And a chorus of cheers erupted from the black and yellow table, Teddy was terrified. The look on your face was that of pure hatred, loathing and fury. Teddy feared for his life. 

You stood up thrust the hat into McGonagall's hand and stomped to the recently cheerful and now confused table. You plop yourself down as far away from anyone as you could. 

Teddy was called up soon afterward and nervously ascended to the hat. He sat down with a bit of a smile and waited. It took a few seconds of muttering before shouting, "Hufflepuff!" 

Teddy was elated as the table erupted with cheers. When he neared the group he changed his hair to bright yellow with black stripes and the cheers grew louder. He smiled wide until his eyes landed on you. 

Your head was down, your y/h/c hair sprawled across the table. You were definitely not cheering with joy. 

Teddy had once again swallowed his fear and sat across from you. The motion caused you to look up meet his hazel eyes. 

You raised both your eyebrows and pressed your lips into a thin line. Teddy broke into a toothy smile, "I'm Teddy." He stuck out his hand.

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back into the table. Teddy frowned and dropped his hand. He had never been more intrigued by someone in his life, what was your deal?

Now as Teddy watched you entered the potions classroom, your eyes grew brighter and the touch of a smile grazed your lips. He wished to see that smile more often, it made his heart flutter and his knees go weak. 

"Alright." Slughorn said pulling Teddy out of his daze, "Today we are studying the Draught of Living Dead potion." 

"Great, kill me so I can get out of this lesson." Teddy snickered.

"Contrary to popular belief Mr. Lupin," Slughorn glared at the boy, "The Draught of Living Dead potion does not kill you. Does anyone know what it does?"

Many hands shot in the air and Teddy looked down, embarrassed. 

"Ms. Y/l/n?"

"When someone drinks the Draught of Living Death potion, they go into a deep sleep so strong that they appear to be dead," she paused for a moment before adding "hence the name, living dead." 

Teddy scoffed, attempting to ignore the color creeping onto his face. "Wouldn't that still get me out of this lesson?"

"I suppose." Slughorn drawled. "Anyway, we are going to make some today, flip to page 245 to see the recipe and get started."

Teddy began to gather ingredients as his desk mate, Ash Winpicker, found a cauldron. 

As the two went on they had to restart the potion 3 times, not because they didn't know how to do it -in fact both boys were quite bright- but because Teddy preferred his performance as the class clown than doing work and Ash was welcome to help. 

Finally when Teddy turned his head into an Asian Dragon to "collect hair for the potion" Slughorn had had enough.

"Mr. Lupin! You are disrupting the whole class." Slughorn seethed.

"Just doing my job sir." Teddy saluted him throwing the professor a wink.

"Mr. Lupin, please switch spots with Ms. Hetler."

Teddy groaned snatching his stuff turning around to see Monica Helter taking his spot. He walked towards the front and nearly choked on his saliva when he saw his new seat.

There you were, you y/e/c glaring him down. 

"Hey y/n." He choked out.

"Lupin." You growled, lips pursed. 

Teddy sat down mentally cursing himself.

After a few seconds of silence Teddy cleared his throat. 

"Don't we have to, you know, make the potion?" Teddy asked gesturing to the cauldron.

You let out a snort, "Well you see, when you actually do work, you tend to finish the potion." 

His eyes went wide, "You're already done?" 

"Yep." You said making the 'p' pop on your lips. 

"H-how?" The young boy stuttered out.

"Well, you see it's called working," you smiled sarcastically, "you should try it some time." 

Teddy blushed, his hair flashing crimson before returning to the sapphire blue he had adopted over the past few years.

He glanced at the potion to notice the continents looked exactly as described in the book; it was a light lilac color and the consistency of water.

Teddy let his eyes fall back onto you. You had your head bowed over, your y/h/l y/h/c hanging in your face as your y/e/c eyes were glued to the glowing screen held in your hands.

Smirking, Teddy leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder, "Hey Y/n." 

"What." You snapped lifting your head to greet his hazel eyes.

"I don't think phones are allowed."  The Hufflepuff smiled raising an eyebrow. 

"And I don't think I care." You hissed back.

The boy was about to throw another snide remark when he saw Slughorn out of the corner of his eye. 

Teddy promptly snatched your phone from your hand ignoring your protests.

"Mr. Lupin, do you have a phone out in class?" Slughorn bellowed noticing the small device.

"Ummm yes professor sorry." Teddy said looking up at the teacher apologetically.

"You know that is a violation of school rules," the frustrated professor said snatching the device from his hands, "You can get this back when you see me in detention at then of this week and I will be expecting to see you every night until then." 

"Yes professor." Teddy mumbled.

"Also 15 points from Hufflepuff." 

Every Hufflepuff in the room groaned, well not every. During this whole conversation you sat there wide eyed mouth agape as you watched Teddy Lupin take the fall for you. 

When the conversation ended you stared at the boy so confused and surprised you couldn't get yourself to do anything but stare.

Teddy looked back at you blushing a bit and biting his lip.

Finally you managed to speak, "W-why?" 

"What?" Teddy asked glancing at you again.

You cleared your throat and blinked a few times. "Why did you do that?" 

"Wouldn't want to ruin your Ms. Perfect reputation would we?" Teddy mocked.

"Please no one thinks of me as 'ms. perfect'" You scoffed.

"Slughorn does" he shrugged.

You exhaled loudly and tried to forget about it. He was just, being compulsively nice for some reason. After all he was a true Hufflepuff.

For the next week you attempted to get Edward Lupin out of your head. Unfortunately the stubborn bastard refused to move. He was cemented into your brain like your frontal lobe was branded with an image of him in a hot iron. 

Questions floated in your head. Why save you from punishment and humiliation? What had you ever done except ignore and scoff at the boy to make him take a weeks worth of detention for you? You did your best to ignore such thoughts but they seemed to leak into your head like a cracked boat leaking water; it was a slow process but if not attended to, you would drown. 

You had always found Teddy to be a strange person, I mean besides the whole  metamorphmagus thing. He was always nice and kind, to almost everyone. But here was the real thing that got to you. He was always nice and kind to you. Ever since that day when he shyly walked into your train compartment and the two of you sat in silence the whole ride, the day you got placed in the one house you never thought you would be, and never wanted to be, when the black and yellow haired boy had returned and tried to be your friend once again. 

You had never done anything for him and he seemed to constantly be helping you. He would somehow always be there with candy when you were stressed studying for N.E.W.Ts even though you would just scoff at his jokes he told in attempts to relax you. He was there when you lost your quidditch game and you had felt like crying, you had felt so vulnerable you had smacked the boy in the face with your broom and ran. He was there when you got rejected by Thomas Dunston and when you were dumped by Alex Gelman. He seemed to always be there and you always brushed it off. 

For the longest time you were sure it was simply pity, but now you knew it wasn't so. Because when you looked into the boy's eyes just after he snatched the phone from your hands there was no pity in them. There was this new yet not so new glint of an emotion you couldn't quite place.

Now as you stared down at your plate of food there was Teddy again. Your eyes lifted to meet him. 

"Heres your phone." Teddy winked, leaning over the table to hand you the device.

"Thanks?" You inquired, uncertain about the wink. 

"My numbers in it, you should give me a call some time." He winked again.

You let out a breathy laugh suddenly coming to a realization, "Hold up, are you flirting with me?" 

Teddy burst out laughing, you sat there quite confused. You waited as his laughter turned to giggles and then finally tapered off. Finally he spoke, "Godric, for being so bright you are really stupid." He giggled. 

You blushed hoping he wouldn't notice the slight tinge on your cheeks.

He laughed again, " Merlin y/n, I have been flirting with since I was 11 years old."

"W-what?" 

"Yeah, I've been trying to get your attention for six years. Nice of you to finally notice." Teddy then stood up and began to walk away. 

"Wait!" You yelled standing Teddy stopped just outside of the hall and you ran to meet him. You stopped in front of him. "Why didn't you say something?" 

"I did say something!" Teddy said exasperated. 

"No you didn't!" You fought back.

"Are you kidding?! I complimented you daily. I always tried to sit next to you in classes and during meals, I always study with you even though you ignore me. I make sure that I draw attention to myself in class, just to get you to look my way, when I go to hogsmeade I never leave without acid pops even though I hate the things because I know you love them, I always sit across from you in the library because you make cute little faces at your book and homework!" Teddy bellowed his voice raising with each word. 

"Well I just thought you pitied me!" You howled, anger flowing through you.

"Pitied you?! Y/n I have been in love with you since I saw you step onto that Platform six years ago!" 

Your eyes went from glaring slits to wide with surprise. "Y-you love me?" You choked out.

"Shit." Teddy mumbled burying his face in his hands. His hair was a soft lavender now turning a midnight blue. "Look it's just…" he groaned in frustration, "You have always been different to me, the way you do everything is unique and amazing. You have always been this mystery I have been trying to figure out and..." He sighed, letting his sentence die.

You stood there eyes wide in almost a daze, how could he possibly love you, you were the Hufflepuff mistake, the only mean Hufflepuff, the girl who was put in the wrong house and he was the Hufflepuff prince, the one who belonged, the funniest one, the one who was always destined to be, it wasn't right.

"Look I'm just going to go." 

"Wait Teddy," you grabbed his shoulder then paused looking up at the boy, unsure of what to say. "I act so.. different because, well I was sure of what was going to happen." You took a step closer to his confused state. "I was sure I was going to get on that train ride to Hogwarts where I would get sorted into Slytherin and make some shitty friends who were shitty to other people then I would focus on my grades become a prefect and graduate in the top 10% of my class, just like my parents did and I wouldn't be different at all." You took another step closer, "All of that changed the second that you stepped into my carriage. I suddenly wanted to be your friend and I knew you weren't going to be a shitty one. So I silently hoped to be put in a different house so you wouldn't hate me. Then when I got sorted into one house I knew I could never fit into, everything went to shit, my parents were pissed at me when I just wanted them to be proud and I guess I sort of.. I don't know, blamed it on you." 

Now Teddy was the surprised one. "Oh." 

"Yeah oh." You shrugged. "I am really sorry for blowing you off all those years I just…" you let your voice trailed off when Teddy took another step closer to you. 

"So you don't hate me?" He asked his voice soft.

"Well no, I don't think I've ever really hated you." You whispered heart thumping as you bite your lip looking up at the hazel eyed boy. 

"Good, then I can do this." Teddy smirked.

"Do wh-" you were cut off by his lips. 

Your eyes widened in surprise then closed as you melted quickly into his kiss, moving slowly against his desperate lips. Your heart felt like it was punching out of your chest,  your knees went weak. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him impossibly closer as he poked his tongue between your lips. 

When you pulled away panting his hair was a hot pink to match your cheeks. 

"Woah." You whispered, eyes wide, lips swollen. 

Teddy's smile grew on his pink lips as he let out a breathy laugh, "Yeah woah." He giggled. 

You smiled biting your bottom lip missing his own.

"So you'll go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?" The Hufflepuff asked.

"Of course." You answered reaching up and bringing your fingers through his hot pink hair. "See you then."

"Great!" Teddy said smiling wider than he was sure he ever had.

You giggled turning away from the overly enthusiastic boy.

Teddy watched as you retreated from him. The second you were out of view he leapt in the air whooping and pumping his fist, little did he know you were around the corner hand tracing your own lips  as you leaned against the corridor wall smiling just as wide.

[supergirl-fanfiction]

I Could Have Lost You

Lena Luthor x Reader

Requested by @supergirl-imaginess

i have a request, okok hear me out... so Lena and reader are dating and r gets kidnapped. Lena is with Alex and Kara when she finds out and they help her save reader. Lena is freaking tf out. Also maybe at some point they find a way to communicate with reader and Lena’s “i know you’re scared, baby” and Lena and reader are super emotional when Lena gets to see her again. aghh i hope you like it

Warnings- Violence, kidnapping, mentions of blood/torture- let me know if you would like me to add any other warnings

(Y/N)- Your Name

(M/N)- Middle Name

(L/N)- Last Name

Lena was out with Kara and Alex when she got a call from you in the middle of their conversation.

"Hang out let me finish that thought in a second (Y/N) is calling me." Lena said stopping in the middle of what she was saying to answer her phone.

"Tell them we said hi and that next time if they don't come with you to lunch I'm going to go to their office and force them to join us." Kara said jokingly. Lena smiled happy that you and her friends got along so well.

"Hello darling, Kara and Alex say hi. Also Kara says the next time you don't join us for lunch she is going to come to your office and make you join us." Lena said laughing softly.

"Sorry but (Y/N) is unavailable at the moment. They are a little tied up." Lenas face drained of all color.

"Who the hell are you and why do you have (Y/N)'s phone." Lena growled out. Alex and Kara looked at Lena with concern on their features.

"Oh who I am doesn't really matter. What does matter is that I have your girlfriend/boyfriend." Lena was overcome with fear. She could hear your whimpers over the phone and she knew you were scared.

"What do you want?" Lena heard the man chuckle after she asked him.

"It's not what I want. I'm just the middle man."

"Lena! Please help me!" Lena heard you yell before crying out in pain.

"Shut up!" The mystery man growled out.

"Please don't hurt them please." Lena begged the man as tears began to fill her eyes. "Whatever you want I'll give it to you. How much are you being paid? I'll pay double even triple just please don't hurt them." The desperation was clear in Lenas voice. Kara had already left to change into Supergirl. She was going to fly around the city trying to hear you or the man who had you. Alex was on the phone with J'onn explaining the situation. Alex looked over at Lena as the tears began to fall down Lenas face.

"Sorry but no amount could make me betray the person who hired me." Lena could feel her heart begin to try and break out of her chest. She was terrified. She couldn't lose you. You were the best thing to ever happen to her.

"Please let me talk to them at least please." The man didn't answer for a minute and Lena began to doubt he would let her talk to you.

"Well I guess you might as well since this will probably be the last time you hear their voice." The man said before laughing cruelly. Lena tried to ignore her fear and panic at that as she heard your soft whimpers.

"Hey baby it's ok. I know that you're scared right now and thats ok. Just focus on my voice right now ok."

"Lena I... I dont know if I'm going to make it out of this alive and just in case." Lena interrupted you before you could finish that sentence.

"No don't talk like that (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N). Do you hear me. You are going to make it out of this. I will find you." Lena could feel her panic begin to overwhelm her.

"Lena baby listen please. I love you ok. I love you with every single piece of me and no matter what that will never change." Lena could hear the fear in your voice. She knew you must be terrified. She bit her lip hard to try and keep in the sobs that wanted to break out.

"I love you too (Y/N) and I promise you I will find you." That was the last thing she was able to say before the call was ended. Lena let the sobs escape from her throat. Alex immediately took her into her arms.

"It's going to be ok Lena. (Y/N) is strong. Kara is out there looking for them right now along with J'onn. We also have Winn trying to find anything that could possibly help. We will find them." Alex said trying to sooth Lena. Meanwhile you were tied to a chair and you had no idea where you were or who this guy was. You just hoped that your friends would be able to find you in time. You already were feeling dizzy from what the man had done to you already. You knew you had bruises littered all over your body and blood was dripping down your face from a wound on your forehead. The man began to laugh.

"She won't be able to find you and by the time she gets into contact with Supergirl you will already be dead." He didn't know that Supergirl was already on her way towards you. Winn had been able to hack into the security cameras around your office building. He was then able to follow the man by jumping through the cameras that littered the city. Supergirl was on her way along with J'onn, Lena, and Alex. Lena was just praying that they got to you in time. The man pulled out a gun and pointed it towards you.

"Well it was fun while it lasted but now it's over. At least you got to say one last I love you." You began to feel the panic overcome you and you just prayed that Lena would be able to move on and find  happiness again. You heard him pull the trigger and the gun go off. Your eyes closed and you waited for the bullet to pierce you. It never came.

"What the fuck!" You heard him scream. You opened your eyes and standing in front of you was Supergirl. You felt the relief flood through you. They had found you just in time. Kara didn't waste anytime and knocked him out with one hit. Shortly after that J'onn, Lena, and Alex came busting in through the door.

"(Y/N)!" Lena screamed as she came running towards you. She quickly untied you before wrapping you in her arms protectively. As soon as you felt her arms around you you broke down into sobs. You held onto her as tightly as you could. You could felt her tears begin to soak your shirt but you didn't care. She made it. You were ok. She pulled back and kissed you. You could feel her pouring all of her emotions into the kiss. Her fear, panic, love, relief, desperation you could practically taste it. You did the same. Everything you had been feeling you poured into the kiss. Neither one of you pulled away until it became necessary to breath. She quickly looked you over and with every new injury she saw her anger and sadness grew. She quickly lead you to the DEO vehicle she had arrived in and began to patch you up with the medkit that was in there. Everyone else gave you guys space knowing how much you both needed it right now.

"God (Y/N) I.. I didn't know if we.. if we were going to mak..make it in time." Lena said softly after finishing patching you up as she tried not to break down. You pulled her closer to you and held her as tight as you could. You didn't know what to say. Nothing you could say could make what had happened better. All you both could do is move forward. You pulled back slightly and leaned up to press a soft passionate kiss against her lips. The both of your tears mixing together leaving a slight taste of salt on the both of your lips.

"I'm here baby. I'm here. I'm safe with you." Lena just held onto you tighter. You knew that after what happened today she was going to be extremely overprotective of you. Yet you didn't mind at all. You knew it was going to be coming from a place of love. Now all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle with Lena and thats exactly what you did after you had gone to the DEO and been medically cleared. As you laid in bed your head on Lenas chest and her arms wrapped tight around you, you couldn't help but thank god that you hadn't been taken away from your girlfriend and friends today.