#get over here babygirl let me pack your lunch

[getosugurusbangs]

when i see “i love a man in uniform” my first thought is of a depressed salaryman in a suit and yeah. that IS hot

[sector-i-closed]

Caught

Requested by anon

Model au + photographer!Hongjoong

Mingi x Reader x Yunho

Warning: Exhibitionism, anal fingering, double penetration, orgasm denial but reader comes, spanking one time

The day at work was not favoring you well in the slightest.

Already you had unwittingly succeeded in getting into a cat fight with a fellow model and your skin was also a mess after a breakout of acne littered your face and created chaos for the makeup artists who fussed over your appearance.

You were extra anxious today and wished that you could relax, trying to find comfort that the steroid that was used to control the inflammation of your acne that your dermatologist tried to console you but the best they could do was prescribe the steroid for you.

"Focus, focus on the camera, Y/N!" Hongjoong barked out, knowing that he could get a better face from you as he remained behind the camera lens, snapping away.

You were struggling to zone into autopilot, which was where you functioned the best for both photoshoots and fashion shows.

Part of the reason why you were more distracted then usual was this particular shoot required you to be partly exposed for the fashion spread of the upcoming issue of the magazine that you modeled for most of the time, though what made it awkward was that you were paired with two fully dressed male models that made you feel smaller than you really were and the attractiveness of the pair was enough to unnerve you, let alone the humiliation of being exposed and posing with them was enough for fire to rush directly to your face and awaken every cell of your body.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" The male model that you had came to know as Mingi spoke near your ear, his low voice prompting you to involuntarily shudder beneath the other male model known as Yunho's fingertips where his large hands held your waist.

"I'm- I'm fine... Just camera nerves..." You bit down hard on your lower lip, hating how you trembled at the effects of the male's that surrounded you.

"You've got this sweetheart. We all do..." Yunho encouraged as he tried to convince himself that everything would be alright as everyone moved their forms in front of the camera.

You wanted to sob in frustration, feeling a sense of arousal in your system and you chided yourself for feeling such a strong, intoxicating sensation around your coworkers.

"Hongjoong, it's time to go lunch!" The fashion coordinator who was named Yeosang called out to the photographer.

"I'm not leaving until I'm finished with my subjects." Hongjoong muttered sternly at the fashion coordinator.

"You'll leave if I bring Seonghwa to get your ass taken care of! Your fatigue is showing and to put it mildly you look like shit because it's apparent that you're not sleeping." Yeosang folded his arms across his chest and you watched the scene unfold before you with your coworkers.

"Don't bring my boyfriend into this!" Hongjoong scowled, "And this is what happens during fashion week.

Pack fashion shows to photograph into your schedule and the ad campaigns for the following season and that equals little sleep but I'm not complaining about it." Hongjoong shrugged, returning his attention to you, Yunho and Mingi.

"But it still doesn't give you the right to burn yourself out. I'm calling Seonghwa so he can get you to at least eat something." Yeosang threatened, visibly worrying for his friend.

"Alright fine! Fuck it! I'll go for lunch and come back to my project." Hongjoong growled irritation while the fashion coordinator smirked in response to the photographer leaving quickly.

Yeosang followed after him and other personnel left, leaving you and the two male models alone.

"Should we go?" Mingi voiced his question to Yunho as he took notice in your extremely flustered appearance.

"We don't have to! I brought my own lunch! I would love to share it if you two are interested!" Yunho replied cheerfully.

You groaned quietly at your own state of undress, promptly plodding to the bed that was being used as a prop for the photoshoot.

"I'm good..." You replied, bringing the sheets to your chest and lying down on your stomach.

"I'm willing to share!" Yunho pouted, whacking your ass playfully with his hand. A far more erotic sound then you intended to release drifted from your lips and immediately you froze in place, regretting your vocalization immediately.

"Uhm..." Your eyes were wide with fright as you looked up at Yunho who looked equally as alarmed as you did.

"Shit... That sounded so hot." Mingi quirked an eyebrow at you as he carefully drew closer to you, supporting himself by leaning against a bedpost and proceeding to gaze down at you from where he stood.

"I'm- I'm..." You stuttered out, feeling embarrassed by your vocalized actions as lust involuntarily clouded your vision. Mingi immediately recognized the look in your eyes, leading him to move closer to you as he gauged your reaction.

"'m pathetic..." You mumbled under your breath, clinging to the sheets as you desperately tried to reel yourself in from losing yourself to the feelings that ran rampant in your body, fighting an inner war with yourself regarding weather you wanted him to get closer to you or for him to stay as far away from you as possible when he was eyeing you so dangerously.

"You've done well to resist this long. It's up to you baby if you want to continue resisting or taste what you're wanting to experience." Mingi touched your back with a firm touch, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned out loud without attempting to restrain it this time.

"She's so needy for us. I wonder how she got this way!" Yunho cooed while touching the other side of your back.

"She was squirming at the way that your crotch would occasionally brush against her backside and her body was so hot..." Mingi's hand languidly moved along the warmth of your skin, sensing the smoothness of your flesh beneath his fingertips.

"Hngh...~ p-please...~?" You whined, drawing a blank as to what you were begging for. Arousal freely seeped from between your legs and the intense craving to be filled was overwhelming your sensibility to preserve your dignity.

"I'm not going to do anything unless you tell me what it is that you want." Mingi smirked as he stopped his hand at the small of your back, feeling goosebumps form beneath his hand.

"W-want to be f-filled up..." You moaned out reluctantly, turning onto your back to seductively gaze up at the two males that stood above you.

"Filled up by whom?" Mingi was enjoying dragging it out, even with the risk of the staff returning to the photo studio was adding to the excitement of the moment. You looked at Yunho then at Mingi, "Both."

~~~~~~~

"Come here, doll." Mingi beckoned to you from where he lied down on the bed, his pants down to his ankles as his feet rested flat on the floor.

You had stripped off your jeans and was now fully naked and you felt little inhibition in the present moment as you sauntered over to Mingi and straddled him.

Heat flooded your body when you sensed Yunho moving up behind you, "You're beautiful as you are in every way imaginable." Yunho murmurs softly and reached between your legs to pet your pussy, gathering your slick on his fingers and moving on to massage your perineum and then your anal entrance with slow circles that gradually gained confidence with each desperate mewl that you uttered while on top of Mingi.

"Just like that, babygirl." Mingi growled as he cupped the back of your head with his hand and pulled you in for an aggressive kiss, easily blurring your consciousness as his tongue invaded your parted lips with a needy ferocity that left you weak in the knees as he brought you down on his hard cock with his free hand.

You whimpered vulnerably from the firm intrusion of his cock pushing inside of your dripping pussy, feeling pleased from how well he stretched you with his girth.

Yunho was groaning from the feeling of your entrance greedily sucking his fingers deeper inside of your ass.

"So good and tight. I wonder if anyone has ever done this to you before?" Yunho asked curiously, withdrawing his fingers from your stretched entrance and shortly afterwards replacing his fingers with his cock.

"A-ah~" You whimpered, being unable to speak because of the pleasurable sensation of Yunho stretching your ass with his length.

"Shit I can feel you, Yun! So tight for us, princess." Mingi groaned as he sucked amarking at your sensitive pulse point.

"I can feel you too, it's amazing! Her ass is perfect, taking my cock so well." Yunho slammed his hips into your body, following the same rhythm as Mingi had set which was a rough impatient one.

Sweet, sexual wails left your lips as you closed your eyes from the overwhelming bliss of your body being filled by cock and used for pleasure.

Your eyes slid shut as you felt your orgasm approaching after several moments of being stimulated beyond your wildest expectations and Mingi's cock was twitching erratically with each thrust that was growing sloppier and sloppier beneath your body.

His moans mixed with your high pitched cries and Yunho's erratic breaths as he gripped your hips and chased his climax.

"C-can I cum pl-please~?" You begged, uncertain as to who was responsible for giving you the go ahead as you helplessly took the pounding that both of their cocks were giving you.

"No, let's get back to work. You three can play later~" Hongjoong's amused tone froze the male models in their tracks and you felt your orgasm rip through you at that moment, the humiliation of being caught pushed you over the edge and both Mingi and Yunho were astounded just as much as the photographer was.

"F-fuck..." You whimpered as you shakily removed yourself from the males.

"You may rest a moment to calm yourself, Y/N. Then we're back to work." Hongjoong nonchalantly remarks as he converses with another staff member who seemed to be shaken by walking in on the three of you.

"Can we continue this later?" Mingi asks near your ear as he held you to comfort you after your unexpected climax.

"S-sure..." You smiled at him weakly and giggled when Yunho nuzzled into you.

"I'm glad! I wasn't ready to say goodbye!"

Tagging @yunhoes-twancings-nsfw and @hanatiny my lovely people I love you sm 💖💘💓

[eideticmemory]

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS... | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Impromptu trip to Vegas with your very gorgeous boyfriend!

Word Count: 2,948.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Oral sex, 19 year age gap between adults.

“[y/n]? [y/n]? C’mon, Jellybean, wake up,” Matthew whispered, gently nudging your sleeping frame. He knelt beside the bed, pushed your hair from your face, kissed your nose. The soft touches alerted you to his presence, and your eyes fluttered open. “There she is,” he smiled. “Good morning.”

“Matthew, what are you doing, baby?” You mumbled, your voice raspy and small.

“Need you to get up, we gotta go.”

“Go? Go where?” 

“Do you trust me?”

“Right now?”

“[y/n],” he giggled.

You sighed, “I trust you.”

When you crawled out of bed, looking like a corpse, Matthew already had a couple of bags packed. His car keys sat on the nightstand, ready to go and be gone. Matthew was dressed in a set of matching pajamas, covered in a pattern of stripes. He held your hand, guiding you down the stairs of his house and out the door. 

“Oh, God, don’t tell me the old man’s lost his mind already!” You joked, rolling your eyes at him as you stepped in his car. “Where are we going, babe?” 

Matthew sighed, anxiously pawing at the steering wheel. You pushed his hair out of his face, gently grazing your fingers against his cheek, “Talk to me.” You whispered. 

“I—“ he stuttered. “I saw what people have been saying about you online. About us.”

Matthew made the very hesitant decision to bring you to the Horse Girl premiere. Nervous as you both were to go public, you distracted your love by making jokes the whole time, holding him close, whispering in his ear. Plenty of photographers captured candid photos of the two of you on the red carpet, smiling at each other, Matthew kissing your cheek. It was a wonderful night, filled with wonderful people, celebrating a wonderful movie starring the most wonderful actor. 

It was so successful, in fact, that you two felt comfortable enough to go out on a very impromptu, very public beach date. Matthew knew he’d be an idiot to say no — being that you agreed to wear an itty bitty bikini. And you wanted nothing more than a stroll down the shore with your man. Fingers interlocked, a smile on both yours face, you took small steps in the sand, the water wetting your feet with each wave. Matthew had never felt so safe, so secure, in front of so many people. He twirled you around and had you laughing so hard, you snorted. You gave each other quick and messy kisses, held each other. And it was all caught on camera, in photos taken by strangers, meant for social media. 

When those pictures got out, all hell broke loose. 

For you, specifically. Fans found your instagram, and very rapidly began to follow you. Found out anything and everything they could. When they saw a recent birthday post confirming your young age, the comments weren’t so nice. In your eyes you were Matthew’s girlfriend. So, to see comments strictly referring to you as a gold digger, sugar baby, and Matthew as a predator, it broke your heart. 

You thought you’d kept it hidden, kept Matthew guarded from it. But not well enough, apparently.

You let out a heavy breath, your eyes falling closed in sadness, heartbreak at Matthew’s confession. “Oh, Matthew...”

“And you’ve been so down lately, and it hurts me. It physically hurts me, I just—like to see you happy. I thought a trip might cheer you up.”

You gave him a small smile, “Drive.” 

His eyes flickers up to you, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

Matthew let you blast your favorite music for three hours straight. He liked to see you smile, dancing and sing along. He nearly crashed several times because he was so focused on you. 

You stopped to get food, and you had to feed him to allow him to drive properly. He would make happy noises everytime you lifted your hand to his mouth, and he would kiss your knuckles before taking a bite of food. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” you cooed, tapping his nose lovingly with your finger. Your hand found it’s way to his hair, and you played with it as you started to kiss his neck. 

“Fuck, you really want me to crash this car, huh?” He giggled. 

You undid your seatbelt, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You have no idea.” You fixed your posture, kneeling in your seat so you could hover your face over his lap. You slyly began to undo his pants.

“Holy shit, [y/n],” he gasped. 

You bit down on your lip, freeing his cock from his boxers. You kissed the tip of it, before allowing his length to glide down your throat. He sucked in a sharp breath, “Oh, fuck.” He gripped onto the steering wheel, his teeth grinding together. He used all his strength to focus on the road, keep control of the car. 

You bobbed your head up and down, breath coming in through your nose, Matthew hitting the back of your throat with each movement. It took every ounce of him to not buck his hips up, push your head down. When you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and jerked him at the same time, he couldn’t contain his moans and his body started to tremble. 

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he groaned. “Keep going.”

You happily complied, speeding up your movement until he was whimpering into his mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, and allowed yourself to gag on him, saliva dripping onto his skin. 

“Hm, you gonna let me come down your throat?” He whispered, one of his hands moving down to grip onto your hair. 

“M-mhm,” you replied. 

His moans increased in volume and frequency, until he was letting out loud and guttural swear words, and releasing himself into your mouth. “Fuck,” he muttered, glancing down at you. You slid him out of your mouth, puckering your lips as you swallowed everything. You looked up at him and fluttered your eyelashes innocently. 

He chuckled, “That was wonderful, thank you.”

You sat back in your seat, giggling, “You’re welcome.” 

“Now, will you please put your seatbelt back on? You’re making me nervous, babe.” 

“Oh,” you pretended to pout, fixing your seatbelt. “You’re no fun.” 

The two of you pulled into Vegas twenty minutes later. Matthew parked his car in his mother’s driveway. When she stepped out of her house, she instantly recognized the car and began to jump up and down in excitement. “Matthew!” She exclaimed.

But when you stepped out of the car, her attention very rapidly shifted gears. “[y/n]!” She screamed. She ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “Oh, my goodness, what a surprise!” 

Matthew followed you two into the house, carrying your bags at his side. Apparently he was the only one who knew about this little visit. However, you were very happy to be there and his mom was happy to have you. She helped you two get settled in Matthew’s old bedroom. 

“Vegas, huh?” You said to Matthew after she left the room. “Are we here to gamble?”

“Gamble, drink, whatever you want, beautiful,” he smiled. 

“Okay,” you giggled. “Let me take a quick shower and change. Ooh, I should brush my teeth, too. Get the taste of dick out of my mouth.” 

Matthew and you got impeccably dressed just to spend most of the day in the house. You helped his mother cook lunch, and she filled you in on everything she’d been up to since seeing you last. The three of you played board games, ate, had some wine, and carried a conversation for a long time. When you and Matthew would sit with one another, she’d consistently point out how perfect you two looked together. It made your heart swell. 

Later in the afternoon, Matthew and you went out to a bar. You sat on adjacent stools and ordered margaritas. 

“Can I see some ID?” The bartender asked you.

Matthew stifled his laughter, and you cut your eyes at him. “Oh, shut up,” you whispered to him, pulling your license out of your pocket. The bartender verified your age, seeing that you were newly 21, and went on his way. 

Within an hour or so, you two had consumed nearly 6 drinks each, and it was painfully clear. You laughed, often and loudly at every joke the other made. Matthew fell off his stool. Twice. You were eating peanuts hand over fist. You two were a mess. 

Matthew left for three seconds to use the bathroom, and some asshole felt it appropriate to approach you. He was slightly more sober, and thought you were there alone. He struck up a painful conversation, being sure to comment on how beautiful you were every two seconds. You rolled your eyes when he wasn’t looking. He got closer to you, thinking you wouldn’t notice. But you did. So did Matthew. 

“Hey, baby,” Matthew announced his presence, putting his hand on your back. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, and gave the flirt a kind smile. “Nice meeting you,” you lied. 

As you exited the bar together, Matthew was quiet, and from his stern face, you could tell he was sobering up. Something was weighing on his mind. “Babe?” You called. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He attempted to keep walking down the strip, but you stopped him with your body. “Hey! Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He let out a long sigh, “I’m...I’m never gonna be okay with that.”

“What? Guys flirting with me?”

“Young...guys flirting with you,” he couldn’t hold eye contact with you out of embarrassment.

“Oh, Matthew,” you frowned. “We’ve talked about this, baby. What do I always tell you? Hm?”

He licked his lips, “That...that I’m your old man, and you only want me.”

“That’s right, grandpa,” you smiled, pulling his body into yours. “You are my greatest love, and I’m lucky to have you, and if you think some young guy could ever steal me away, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

He sighed, “Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s get back home.” 

“Wait, wait, Matthew,” you pleaded, stopping him once again. You sighed, “How can I convince you? What do you need?” 

“Nothing,” he said sadly. “I’m fine, babe.”

He was a big, fat liar. And you may have been a little drunk - or, a lot drunk - but it still hurt to see him upset. You suddenly got a bright idea, and in the middle of a dimly lit, sketchy, Las Vegas strip, you got down on one knee. 

“[y/n], what are you doing?”

“Matthew Gray Gubler,” you gulped. “Will you marry me?” 

He scoffed, “Okay, time to get you to bed.”

“I’m serious!” You squeaked. “I want to marry you! Right now!”

“[y/n]...”

You rose to your feet, “No. Listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of the planet. And I want to marry you. I want to go to that court house right now, get a marriage license, and marry you!”

His jaw was dropped in shock, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a slight smile. “You’re insane.”

You stepped over to him, wrapped your arms around his waist, “So, are you saying yes?”

He slowly cupped your face in his hands, every inch of his body filling with pure love. “It’s not a yes, babygirl. It’s a hell yes.” 

You two were so excited that you drunkenly ran to the courthouse. You got there just before they closed, and the lady at the desk reluctantly allowed you two to obtain a marriage license. She could smell the booze on your breath, but also see the love in your eyes. She watched the two of you rush out of the building, hand in hand. 

“A ring!” Matthew exclaimed, screeching to a halt. 

“Huh?”

“I didn’t get you a ring! Fuck!”

You rubbed his shoulders to soothe him, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a store, the sign above it lit up and colorful. You gasped, “Matthew!” You exclaimed. “A pawn shop!”

“A what?”

“A pawn shop!” You repeated.

“I am not getting you a ring from a pawn shop!” He insisted, but you were already running towards the shop, happy and giddy.

“Come on!” You shouted. “Come on!”

You burst into the store and began to cruise the jewelry. The door jingled, indicating Matthew’s arrival. “Gosh, you run fast,” he huffed. 

“Nah, you’re just old,” you told him. “Excuse me, sir?” You called out to the shop owner. “Do you have any wedding rings?” 

“Yeah, over here,” the man replied, motioning for the two of you to join him. 

“[y/n], I don’t know if we’ll find what we’re looking for here,” Matthew whispered to you. 

But you drowned him out, approaching the salesman and eyeing the jewelry in front of you. “What are you looking for?” The man asked. “A matching set?”

“No—“

“Yes,” you interrupted Matthew. “One for me, another for my man here.” 

“Well, these is our selection,” he motioned to the case below you. “We have white gold, traditional gold...”

“Wait,” Matthew interjected. He stepped up to the case of jewelry and kneeled down in front of it, his eyes squinted. “These ones, right here,” he pointed. “Can we see those?” 

You stared at Matthew, confused as to why he so adamantly wanted to see these rings. The jeweler pulled them out of the case, carefully setting them down in front of you.

You gasped at first sight. He presented the two of you with two bands — one of which was white gold, covered in small diamonds and a large blue sapphire, and the second of which was a plain silver band. Matthew stood beside you, reading the expression on your face. 

“This one screams [y/n], don’t you think?” Matthew whispered to you. “Can she try it on?” He directed at the salesman.

“Of course,” he nodded.

Matthew picked up the ring carefully, and held his palm out for your hand. You shakily placed your hand in his gentle grasp and watched in bliss as he slid the ring onto your finger. Tears clouded your vision as you stared at the ring, feeling the way it fit your hand like a glove. Your eyes switched from the ring to Matthew’s face — his eyes, his soft smile. 

“Does it fit?” Matthew asked you.

You gulped, “Yes,” your voice broke. “Yes, it fits.” 

Before you left, Matthew insisted that you take the ring off for the ceremony and you told him that would happen over your dead body. You were attached to this ring and it was attached to you. There was no separating you two now. 

You walked into the first Vegas chapel you found. It was within walking distance, and was painted pink on the inside and outside. It was decorated with hearts and clouds and little cupids. It was awful.

So it was perfect. 

You presented the staff with your marriage license, and they ordered you two to wait patiently until the last couple was done. It was only for a few minutes, but boy, did you both have a lot of thoughts in such a short time. You thought about regrets, and sadness, and impulsivity. Then you looked at each other. And every thought faded away. 

You two stood in front of an ordained minister dressed as Madonna, hand in hand, facing each other. She read her words out loud to you both, and the two of you could barely contain your laughter. 

“This is crazy,” you whispered to Matthew, sliding the band onto his ring finger.

“Insane,” he said back. But looking at the ring, and looking at you, he knew. He knew nothing in his life had made this much sense. Had made him this happy. This safe, this fulfilled.

“Do you, Matthew Gubler,” the minister said. “Take [y/n] [y/l/n] to—“

“I do,” Matthew answered abruptly.

The minister and you both laughed. “And do you, [y/n]—“

“Yes, hell yes!” You exclaimed. 

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” she announced. “You may kiss—“

Matthew pulled you in by your waist and kissed you passionately, before the minister could finish her speech. You kissed him back, your legs kicking up behind you, just like in the movies. You held him by his shoulders, both of your eyes squeezed shut as you had your first kiss as a married couple. When you pulled away, you stared into each other’s eyes. Both of you were on the brink of tears, and a single drop ran down Matthew’s cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb, and kissed his nose. 

“Well,” you said. “I think this is the best drunk idea I’ve ever had.” 

You got back to his mother’s house at one in the morning. You had gentle, passionate sex in his bed and cuddled until the sun came up. He spooned you, watching you over your shoulder. You were in a daze, fucked out, staring at your hand — your ring. You twirled it around your finger, sighing happily. 

Matthew kissed your shoulder and tucked his chin into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist. “Any regrets?” He whispered.

You grinned to yourself and slowly turned to face him. You placed your hand against his cheek and leaned in, kissing him softly. You put your forehead against his, “No regrets,” you shook your head. “From now until death do us part.”

[cjsinkythoughts]

Erased From the Stars: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4254

Series Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Cheating, Physical Abuse, Underage Drinking, Drug Use (marijuana), Motor Vehicle Accident, Cursing

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Sex, Cocky Bucky, Nervous Bucky, Bucky Bucky

A/N: I actually have ideas for this story, so I’m cranking it out! I definitely wasn’t expecting to post today, but here we are! This chapter has a lot of dialogue and some of Reader’s thoughts, but not much action, yet. We’re kind of still getting in the roll of things, it still being the first week of college and all that. We do get to meet Bucky, though! Next chapter we’ll meet mostly everyone else, and there will be more things happening other than classes and work. I kinda feel like I’m rushing these first few chapters, so I’m sorry about that, but it’s mostly introductions and setting up the story and I’m the type of person who likes writing the climax and only the climax. So this is steady growth for me.

I do want to point out the series warnings, just in case! I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable or being triggered while reading this so please take those seriously as it will happen later on in the story! Thank you!

Once again, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading and please enjoy!

Erased From the Stars Masterlist

cjsinkythoughts’ Masterlist

You woke up in a much better mood on Tuesday, having gotten more sleep than the previous night, especially considering how tired you were when you got home past midnight from working at Shield. You crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You took your time getting ready and eating breakfast, saying bye to Christine and the kids, leaving first that time since your Public Speaking class started before Kayla’s preschool did.

Which you were late to.

Of course as soon as you let your guard down, thinking you’d be fine since your first day was fine, you weren’t fine. 

Fortunately, you were only a few minutes late and didn’t miss anything, since today would be another day of going over rules and course requirements for the two new classes you had.

Public Speaking was the worst. You’re older - and only - sister, Kimberly, convinced you to take the class after saying it was one of her favorites. Of course, you forgot that you and Kim were very different people. For starting at 9:05, it was too early of a class, especially when the whole point was, you know, public speaking. You hadn’t done anything yet, but one glance at the plans your professor had for the semester and you were dreading it already.

Your next class was a US History lecture, which started fifteen minutes after Public Speaking. You were again late because you severely underestimated how far the buildings were and your professor let you out a bit later than you anticipated.

You practically threw all your stuff into your bag the moment he dismissed you and sprinted out.

Arriving, you tried slipping in as silently as possible, but the door slammed shut, rather loudly, making you cringe. You felt yourself heat up as several pairs of eyes snapped towards you, but luckily the professor, Coulson you remembered, was just gathering papers and hadn’t started yet. Ignoring your peers - none of whom you knew and you weren’t sure if that made it worse or not - you shuffled over to the nearest empty seat a few rows down and to the right. You were surprised and extremely grateful to find it was an aisle seat.

Pulling out your laptop, you huffed when it wouldn’t turn on. You hadn’t used it in your previous class, meaning it was dead before, but you could’ve sworn you plugged it in last night. Whatever. You were fine with pen and paper.

“Aw shit.” You resisted the urge to smack your head on the table as you dug through your bag. Seriously?! You forgot to pack a pen?! That couldn’t have been your only pen, right?!

This is why you were anxious. Next morning, you swore you’d get up early and triple check to make sure you had everything.

You quietly threw your bag to the ground and slumped in your seat, your arms crossed. That meant you couldn’t even doodle! You had to sit there for over an  hour and listen to this guy talk about another syllabus. Joy.

Suddenly, something hit you in the back of your head. You rubbed where it hit and looked down at your feet, eyebrows knitting together at the scrunched up ball of paper sitting there. “Psst.” Another hit to the head made you whip around, glaring at the culprit.

“What?” You hissed before faltering. Damn. Now that was one hell of a specimen.

Steel blue eyes crinkled at the corner as pink lips pulled up into an entertained grin, pearly whites on display. Sharp jawline covered with light scruff. Fluffy chestnut hair styled with the perfect amount of gel fell a little past his ears, with a single pesky strand falling in his eyes. The white shirt he was wearing was loose with a low collar, a leather jacket thrown over it. You could see the combat boots from underneath the table. He was a pretty boy, yeah, but you hung out with (*cough cough* dated) enough guys dressed like him in high school to know his game.

“Need a pen?” He offered in a whisper, holding up the said object.

“Uhm…yes?”

He smirked, leaning forwards in his chair, closer to you. “I’ll let you have it on one condition.” You raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Just a name, babygirl. Yours, specifically.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing around the room to see if you were disturbing anybody. Not seeing anyone paying attention to you two, you turned back to him. “Y/N.”

“Bucky.” He introduced himself, reaching over to shake your hand. You took it, a bit hesitant, blinking when you felt something fall into your palm once he pulled back. The pen.

“I, uh, thanks.”

He winked at you, leaning back in his chair, hands linked behind his head. “No problem, doll.”

You turned back to the lecture, holding in your scoff at his pet name, hating the fact that it nearly made you smile. He was definitely a fuckboy and you told yourself before college that you wouldn’t play around with them anymore.

So you tuned him out of your mind for the rest of the lecture and, thank God, you had to rush out of class once it ended because you had to work in half an hour, not even letting the blue eyed pretty boy say a word in your direction.

You worked for the rest of the day, Russo’s for lunch, a few hours break to look over school stuff and have dinner with your family, before Shield from 9 to 1. It was fine. Long, but nothing you weren’t used to already. You really enjoyed both your jobs and you got lucky with your bosses. 

Joe and Anthony were brothers who took over Russo’s for their parents. The pizzeria had been in their family for generations, and they gladly took on the tradition. They had kids of their own and dealt with their school, so they were very understanding - almost parental - to you.

Phillips had started Shield after retiring from the Army, wanting to settle down with a place to drink, smoke, and play poker with his buddies. He was stern, but that was to be expected. He always told you, “you can take the man out of the Army, but you can’t take the Army out of the man.” Despite him being strict, though, he was reasonable, and had taken a liken to you since the moment you stepped foot in the bar.

And not only did you like your jobs, the money wasn’t too bad either.

But, despite that, you were still human, and having two back-to-back college classes and then working two jobs for over eight hours was draining.

You made sure everything was ready for the next day before you left for Shield, that way you could just get home, change, and sleep. Tuesday might’ve been a rough starting day, but you’d learn for Thursday, and Wednesday’s morning was definitely better.

Peter even texted you his coffee order, telling you he’d probably be late. You chuckled to yourself when you got the text at breakfast. You totally called it.

In his defense, he really was running late, and you could tell just by looking at him. One shoe untied, hair messy like he just rolled out of bed, sweater haphazardly thrown on like it was an afterthought, which it probably was.

“You,” he puffed, sinking into his chair and taking the coffee cup you held out. “Are my savior and I’ll love you until the end of time.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “And you, my friend, are so much more chaotic than I thought. What’d you do? Stay up until three last night?”

He shrugged, shooting you an innocent smile while his cheeks turned red. “I got caught up binge watching Clone Wars.”

“Of course you did. Here’s the notes you missed so far.”

He gave you an adoring smile. “Did I tell you I love you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sap. Hurry and copy them down so I don’t miss anything.”

********************

It was when you were checking your things Wednesday night when you realized you had an extra pen. It took you a moment to remember the blue eyed pretty boy from Coulson’s History lecture, but when you did you groaned.

Your dating record in high school was pretty bad. Not that you would really call it dating. But Whitney was right when she said it was you wanting attention. It wasn’t easy being the middle of seven. But you dealt with it and now that you were across the country from your family - who you loved but Jesus Christ did you need a break - you didn’t need to act out to seek attention. 

You were an adult. Meaning you wouldn’t goof off with guys like that anymore. Meaning you didn’t even want to talk to guys like that anymore.

Meaning you were severely regretting taking his stupid pen.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice if you didn’t give it back. Yeah. Maybe you could just ignore him and he won’t even remember that he let you borrow it.

Those were your hopes as you walked into your US History lecture, taking the seat you had on Tuesday.

“On time today? Glad to see we’re learning.” And there go your hopes, crashing straight into the floor, shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Going for ‘not interested’, you quirked an eyebrow, twisting your head as a bag landed on the table next to your open laptop, a body falling into the seat beside you. The leather jacket was replaced with a denim one, his black button up tighter around his chest than Tuesday’s white t-shirt. “And you charged your computer! Very nice, doll.”

You shrugged, going back to your doodling. “Time management’s always been a bit of an issue for me.”

“Ah. Gotchu, gotchu. I’ve got a pal like that too. A couple of them, actually.” He chuckled. “Is that why you high-tailed outta here Tuesday?”

“I’ve got work right after this class.” You answered shortly.

He leaned his elbow on the table, his legs spread as he turned fully to, a slight smirk on his face. “I haven’t seen you ‘round campus before. You new here? A freshman? You don’t look like it.”

You hummed. “Maybe. It’s a big campus.”

“Which you don’t live on.” 

Frowning at the question that he said more like a statement, you moved your head back to him. “I don’t?”

He shook his head, setting his cheek in his palm. “Nope. I know everyone who lives on campus.”

A bit distracted due to Professor Coulson just walking in and announcing the lesson for the day, you hummed and shut your notebook and set up a page on your laptop for notes. “Everyone, huh?”

He nodded with a click of his tongue. “I get around.”

There it was. “Oh? A party animal?”

“I wouldn’t say that. My friends and I are just outgoing. We enjoy life.”

“Enjoy life or enjoy getting into girl’s pants?”

He hissed, shaking his hand like he burned it. “Ouch, doll. That stung. For your information, quite a few people in my group are goin’ steady. And we’re of mixed genders and sexualities. It’s not always girls’ pants.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to him while still trying to pay attention. “For you or your group.”

“Does it matter?” He shrugged. “Would it bother you if I did fuck guys? ‘Cause I have experimented and it’s not half bad.”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’, shaking your head. “You do you, pal. Or…do whoever you want to. Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to-”

He nodded. “Right, right. Yeah. Sorry. Just…listen. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m not gonna force you to do anything, you know. Yeah, sure, I’ve seen a few beds around campus, but I’ve got female friends who I don’t sleep with. What if I just wanna be friends with you, huh doll?”

“Just friends?”

“Yup.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Okay. How many of these so-called female friends you don’t sleep with single?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “The list gets smaller, but yeah.”

“How about single straight female friends?”

He paused at that, eyebrows scrunched up. After a moment you clicked your tongue with a slight smirk, facing your computer and typing the notes Coulson was writing on the projector. “Hold on, hold on. Yes, I’ve got a few of them. Listen, babygirl, you’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

You scoffed. “Don’t call me ‘babygirl’ and we’ll see where that gets you.”

“Okay, okay. That’s fair. What? Don’t you believe that guys and girls can be friends with nothing between ‘em?”

“Yeah, I do. Just not guys like you.”

He frowned, eyes narrowing. “Well that’s not fair. You don’t even know me!”

“Mister Barnes.” Bucky winced at the teacher’s annoyed shout, before throwing Coulson a dashing grin.

“Hey, Phil! How was your summer, man? You still goin’ out with that cellist?”

The professor raised his eyebrows, unamused. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“Oh yeah! Thanks for the reminder, Phil!” Bucky stood up and cleared his throat. “Yo! First football game of the season is next Friday! It’s gonna be a blast! Watch out for number 41! Handsome devil’s gonna score the winning touchdown! Avengers assemble, am I right?!”

Coulson gave him an unamused look as the room cheered, making you laugh behind your hand. Bucky fell back into his seat, shooting you a wink as Coulson calmed down the room.

“You’re a football player?”

“Fullback, yes ma’am. Co-captain of the team, in fact.” He smugly leaned his seat onto the back two legs, setting his feet up on the desk.

Unbelievable. Why were you always attracted to these idiots? A player in both senses of the word. “There it is.”

He blinked, his chair falling forwards with a ‘thud’ that made Coulson shot him a warning glare. Bucky smiled innocently, before shifting his chair so he was turned towards you again, the smile turning upside down. “There what is?”

“That cocky, conceited air you fill the room with. Attention is what you live for. I should’ve guessed you were a jock too. I’m surprised you’re not wearing a letterman jacket or something just to make sure everyone knows who you are.”

His frown deepened. “Look, doll. I dunno what you think you know about me, or what you’ve heard-”

“I’ve never heard about you before you lent me a pen Tuesday. Which I appreciate and here it is back, by the way. But I know your type. I’ve been down that road. So excuse me for trying not to make the same mistake twice.”

He stared at the pen you set down by his bag, before his gaze flitted back to you, but you wouldn’t meet those pretty eyes of his. “Fine. Sue me for trying to get to know the new girl.”

“This is a mainly freshman class. Half the girls in here are new.”

“Yeah, but they’re chattering away with the posse they’ve already discovered.” He nodded over across the room. Your eyes scanned the lecture hall to find that he was right. Most girls were giggling and whispering to each other, no doubt freshman straight from high school. The others were most likely maturing sophomores. “And, hey, if you want extra reassurance I’m not trying to get you in my bed; I don’t fuck with freshman. Nothing against you or anything, just…straight outta high school and all that? Not really my jam.”

You eyed him, before shrugging and looking down to make sure you got the notes Coulson was starting to talk about. “Yeah, well, too bad I’m not straight out of high school, then.”

He tilted his head, an eyebrow raising in curiosity. “So you’re not a freshman. I didn’t think you were.”

“No, I am. But I took a year break between high school and college. But if you didn’t think I was a freshman, that reassurance doesn’t really work, now does it.” He opened his mouth to defend himself, but you continued, not wanting excuses. “What about you? You’re definitely not a freshman.”

“Nah. I’m a junior. I studied abroad for a semester last year and there were mishaps my freshman year, so I’ve got a few classes to make up. My friend had this class last year, so I just took all his notes. Coulson never changes his lectures. Pretty sure he doesn’t even change the tests.” You hummed, pretending you were barely listening when you really heard every word loud and clear. Bucky huffed, reaching out to grab your wrist gently, making you stop typing and look up to meet his eyes. “Can we start over? Please. I don’t know what type of guys you used to know or whatever and, yeah, I’ll admit I started the conversation like an idiot, but I promise I’m not that bad.”

Pursing your lips, you scanned his features, taking in the pleading eyes and the pouty lips. Clearing your throat, you took your hands off the keyboard, straightened a bit, and turned to him, holding out your hand, your full name falling from your lips.

The beam he gave you had you severely doubting your initial thoughts about him, his larger, calloused hand taking your eagerly. “James Barnes. Everyone calls me Bucky.”

You nodded, before starting to type again. “What are you studying?”

“Mechanical engineering.”

You paused, not expecting that answer. Maybe you were wrong - majorly wrong. “Really?”

“Yeah. I dunno. Technology’s always interested me and I like fixing cars and stuff; I work at an auto shop actually. I dunno what I’m gonna do with it yet, but it feels like a step in the right direction, ya know?”

“I’m afraid not.” You shook your head. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He chuckled, drumming his fingers against the table. “That’s alright, doll. I don’t think anyone does. They just think they do.”

“That’s…very true, actually.”

He grinned, running a hand through his hair again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I told you: I’m not an idiot all the time. I swear.” That made you laugh.

Bucky talked to you throughout the rest of the class, never going above a whisper as he babbled about his other classes and how one of his friends, Sam, tripped down the stairs that morning. You were almost annoyed at him, but he was a very good conversationalist and he wasn’t distracting you too badly. There weren’t any awkward pauses while he stumbled around for something to talk about and if he wasn’t talking, it was a comfortable silence filled with Coulson’s voice, pen scribbling on paper, and the clicking of computer keys. He never pushed you for responses, either, only asking a couple questions, like where you worked and what other classes you had.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you.” He said a few minutes before class was over. “I’m just bored.”

“No. You’re fine.” Honestly, besides a few flirty comments and that pet name ‘doll’ popping up here and there, he wasn’t as bad as you were thinking.

He went quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, almost nervously. Your forehead creased as you snuck a glance at him. He licked his lips, a hand combing through his locks, scratching the back of his head. You wondered why he did that so often.

“So, uh, there’s this cabin in the woods by the lake about half an hour away…” His eyes widened at the weird look you shot him. “Oh fuck, that sounds so bad. No, no. It’s not - I’m not a serial killer or anything. My friend owns it. Well, technically his dad does, but it’s his. Anyways, he always throws a party the first weekend of a new semester. On Saturday. Noon to midnight. If you’d wanna come.”

You quirked an eyebrow, packing up your stuff as Coulson dismissed class early. “You’re asking me to go to your friend’s cabin in the woods-?”

He shook his head with a little laugh. “It sounds so sketchy. I promise it’s legit, though. Honest. You can ask anyone. It’s Tony Stark’s party. He holds one every-”

“You’re friends with Tony Stark?”

He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. We’re in the same circle. I know how it sounds, but-”

“I’m working.” You cut him off, finding it amusing how he rambled. Who knew a fuckboy could get so nervous about asking a girl to a party. “But if you give me the address I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

“That’d be awesome. Yeah, yeah. Here.” He quickly grabbed the post-it note you handed to him and scribbled the address down. “It’d be really cool if you could make it.”

“I’ll try. Cross my heart.” You smiled, taking the paper from him. “I do have to go, though-”

“Oh right. Yeah. Work. I’ll see you this weekend, then. Maybe.” He grinned.

You bit your lip, nodding. “Maybe.”

As he started walking out, you looked down to grab your bag, the pen left on the table catching your attention. “Hey!” You called after him, making him turn around, walking backwards with that grin still on his lips. You lifted the writing utensil to show him. “Your pen!”

He shook his head. “Keep it! I don’t take notes in this class anyways!” He shot you a wink, before spinning on his heel, his hands in his pockets, whistling some random tune, without a care in the world. 

**********************

“There she is! So?! How’s school been?! I wanna know!”

You grinned at Whitney as she bounced in, looking at you excitedly while going to wash her hands. “You’re working early today. It’s only 3.”

She shrugged. “They wanted me in before dinner rush tonight. Don’t dodge the question!”

“It’s been fine. I’ve met a couple people, doodled a few things, ignored syllabus talk - the usual.”

She sniggered, moving her eyebrows. “Any cute guys so far?” You thought back to your History lecture and Bucky, who confused the hell out of you. Whitney’s squeal pulled you out of your thoughts. “That’s a yes! Tell me about him immediately!” 

“It’s not a ‘yes’. There’s nothing to tell.”

“But he is hot, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips pulled up at the corners. “He’s…very easy on the eyes.”

Whitney gave an excited squeak, quickly drying her hands and putting on gloves before sliding up to you. “So? Tell me all about him.”

“Nothing to tell.”

“Bull.” She called out. “What’s his name?”

You huffed, focusing on the pizza you were making. “Bucky.”

She tried it out on her tongue before nodding. “Cute, cute. How old is he?”

“He’s a junior, so I’m guessing 20. Maybe 21 if his birthday was in the past week.”

Whitney hounded on you for every detail of your conversation, which you told her with some exception, leaving out the pen and some of the random stuff he told you. “So he’s a fuckboy?”

“Oh yeah. No doubt.”

“But he’s a charming fuckboy?”

“Mhmm.”

“And he’s not a dick?”

“So far.”

“So…he’s your type.”

You scoffed, giving her a look. “I don’t have a ‘type’.”

She gave you a bemused expression back. “Honey, it’s not a secret you like the charismatic guys that every girl swoons over. You just don’t swoon over them and that’s what makes you different.”

You scowled. “I don’t swoon over them because they don’t deserve my effort. And no. I don’t have a thing for them. I just…tend to get their attention more than other guys.”

“Because you don’t swoon over them.”

“Whitney-”

“Okay, okay. What happened next?”

You shrugged. “Nothing. He just sorta…talked the entire class. He did invite me to a party on Saturday though-”

“Oh my God! You have to go! College parties are the best! You’ll have so much fun!” She stopped to give you a serious look, pointing a finger towards you. “You’re going, right?”

“I dunno. Maybe. I’ve got to ask Phillips if I can get time off and I-I dunno if I even want to go.”

Whitney groaned, throwing her hands in the air and letting her head fall back. “This is the first party of your college life! There shouldn’t be any doubt!”

“Apparently Tony Stark is the one throwing it-”

“Are you fucking - you can’t not go!”

You snickered, Whitney’s persistence amusing you. “Again. It depends on Phillips. We’ll see. I promise.”

“At least tell me you got this guy’s number.”

“Nope.”

Whitney glared at you. “You are the absolute worst person to try getting drama out of, you know that? You’re not interested at all in this guy?”

You shrugged, turning to throw the pizza in. “Maybe. I wanna try out this whole friend thing first. Tommy’s the first real guy friend I’ve had since middle school and that’s mostly because he’s gay and we barely even talk outside work. I’ve never just…let myself take a break from dating before.”

A sigh came from the other girl, who reluctantly nodded. “That’s good, actually. Take a mental break. I respect that. But please, for the love of God, please try to have fun.”

You smirked, nodding. “I’ve told you, Whit. I know how to have fun. Don’t worry; if I do go to that party, I’ll have enough for both of us.”

“Yes! I have to live college through you now, so it’s your responsibility!”

You mockingly saluted. “I won’t let you down, babe.”

[fandom-blackhole]

Darling, it's not me who is trying to kill you! It's just that the buckets are too skkskskhsslsk 🥵

Paz and you playing hide and seek in the forest?

He'd go 100% soldier on a mission mode and find you in no time,

''Looks like I found my precious target'' ,

You being all smol and scaweed 🥺😫,

Then he goes apeshit, wrestling you so hard against the tree that it'd leave marks on your back,

If you were camping in the mountains, he'd pack the tiniest tent and sleeping bag possible to stay as close as it'd be possible,

Paz thinks when you are with him there is no personal space,

Omg, you on top of him, being pounded mercilessly as he'd trap you so hard with his hands around your back,

He'd also press his palm against THE BULGE and nut instantly after he felt your pussy gripping his dick,

Okay, let's stop because, dear god we 'bout to bust, aren't we?

One day you decided to surprise Paz at his work,

You sneaked to the kitchen by the back entrance and hugged him from behind,

He'd slowly turn to face you big smile plastered on his face,

Until he saw what you were wearing,

You put on this baby blue flowy dress,

''Sweetheart, you are looking like a snacc''

My lovely little cupcake, might as well eat you here and now''

He just lifted you with one hand like you weighted nothing and sat you on a counter,

He quickly got rid of your panties (he totally stole them from you because he loves your taste and smell) and was eating you out like a starved man,

Even tho he was cooking all the time, he'd always be hungry for you,

You trying to cover your mouth with your hands so his employees and dinners wouldn't hear you,

But he was fast ro grab your hands and just chuckle saying

''Sweetness, I am the ownere here, right? So let me hear these pretty noises of yours, let people know how good I make you feel''

DID I SAY WE NEED TO CHILL OUT? GUESS I CAN'T STOP MYSELF SORRY

Din would text you through the day and it's a mix between:

''Good morning, my sweet girl, Did you sleep well?'', ''Baby, remember to eat your breakfast'', ''Have you drink enough water today?'',

''Daddy, can't wait to get back home to you'', ''Babygirl, my dick is painfully hard right know, been thinkin' too much about your pretty, little pussy'',

Din is a SHY 😊 and sweet mean, he loves being silly with his class, but the daddy thing makes him wild,

Din you better wash out your mouth with a soap lol,

When you visited him and Grogu to catch up with them, he couldn't keep his cool,

Seeing you playing with Grogu and being so motherly towards the kid sparked something in Din,

When Grogu settled for his afternoon nap, Din would grab you and pin you against the wall, one hand resting on your chest the other tucking hair behind your ear, growling in this rich chocolate timber:

''Sweet girl, you have no idea what you do to daddy'',

But when you innocently sit in his lap in public, he gets all shy and blushy, hesitantly resting his hands on your thighs,

Umm dirty secret? He once stole your white bra and used it to relieve himself when you were away 🤭,

Don't wear low-cut clothing around him or he'd end up crashing into something or landing on his ass,

9/10 times you'd catch him trying to sneak a glance at your tiddies and being all embarrassed when caught,

Giving him a tiddy job but being also able to succ his tip too because he is so well-endowed, Din.exe has stopped working, nutted to death,

If there were more buckedheads I don't know if we could keep on writing these,

Boba lives off his authority and power,

You wanting to keep your relationship professional impressed him a lot,

You weren't another young, stupid girl chasing after his money,

There was going to be another charity event, he send you a beautiful Tiffany choker to pair up with your outfit,

He almost came in his suit pants, when he noticed you giving a speech at the event, wearing his present,

After you were done speaking, he came up to you and the group of other attendees you were talking with,

'' Miss, your speech was really touching and thoughtful '' you instantly feelt so proud, being praised for your hard work in front of all of these people, cheerfully smiling at him,

Before you had time to respond, he got closer to you, smirk crawling up on his face and whispered:

'' Also, this necklace suits you so nicely, princess''

You just got flustered and said to him:

'' Thank you, sir'' while bitting your lower lip,

Well next thing you knew, you were being kidnapped to the parking lot, Boba literally throwing you onto backsit of his car,

Thank God you decided to wear garters and stocking that night

I have nothing more left to say. - 🐣

This AU is just getting better and better, you are such a genius...

Hid and seek with Paz 3729201/10, best fucking idea

Paz just goes absolutely ape shit watching his cock buldge out your belly

Paz stealing your panties whenever he can 😭😭😭

Paz does not understand personal space when it comes to you

He HAS to be touching you in some way when you are around

Holding your hand, hand around you waist, arm around your shoulder, slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans

When he first sat next to you in your booth at his restaurant and your thighs touched, his heart soared when you didn't pull away from him

Paz and yours first date, was really like your 12th, but Paz took you to a strawberry farm

Held the baskets as you picked the fruit, constantly telling you that you picked the best berries

After he bought a bottle of strawberry wine, which the two of you shared over a small dinner that he made

Then the next thing you knew you both were on your couch, you on his lap, having a very heated make out session

Which lead to Paz picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom, where the two of you had a very passionate and intense wrestling session

Now, Din, my sweet himbo

He gets soooo flustered with PDA

You once kissed his cheek in front of some people, and you could almost see his brain short circuiting

Din constantly checking on you throughout the day 🥺🥺🥺

He always calls on his lunch break, just to talk with you and see how your day is going and talk about his class

One day when you came to check on Grogu at school, the rest of the kids convinced you to read to them during playtime

Din had to sit behind his desk for a while because just seeing you like that made him so hard

That night he wrestled with you until he passed out

Din once asked if he could keep his cock inside of you all night long

You woke up aching and leaking from how many times the two of had cum during the night

Din had moaned when he woke up and just spulled you under him for an early morning wrestling match

Now for Boba....

Boba always makes sure that you have some kind of present waiting for you in the mornings

Flowers, clothes, jewelry, a five star breakfast, himself

Boba totally gets you the prettiest tiara for his princess

Everything you own soon becomes namebrand, because only the best for his little

The first time Boba seen you wearing one of his gifts he had dragged you into the closest empty room, and left you marked and jelly legged

Boba totally gets you a custom gun for you to carry around for safety

Its inscribed with little one

Boba likes to always have your neck covered in hickies so that people know who you belong too

Boba took you to an art show once and every painting you showed interest in he bought for you

Don't mention liking any famous painters because he will get his hands on an original piece for you

Sorry its not much but these boys are driving me up the wall....

(SEND ME THOTS!!!!)

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

New World CH. Twelve

Title: Positive

Words: 1381

Warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual content (P in V sex, slight thigh riding), pregnancy

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The moment they got back, Sam and Dean rushed to see if anything had happened to you. You were fine, along with the kids, and you led them over to Hershel.

 “How’s he doing?” Dean asked.

 “He had stopped breathing,” Carl said. “Mom saved him.”

 “It’s true,” Glenn confirmed. You stood in the doorway, hands on Carl’s shoulders.

 “Still no fever,” Lori said.

 “I got some more blankets and towels,” Sam said. “They’re in Dean’s pack. Thought we could use them.”

 “Thank you, hun.” Lori turned to look at Hershel, her hand touching his forehead lightly.

 You fell into Daryl’s arms, basking in the warmth they gave you. After a minute of silence, you heard Hershel mumble something. Maggie sat down on the bed, hand resting on Hershel’s chest. Daryl was holding onto your waist and squeezed tightly when he opened his eyes.

 “Daddy?” Maggie whispered, Beth surging forward.

 “Oh thank god,” you said, Daryl tightening his hold on you. Rick uncuffed him from the bed and Beth was crying happy tears. Lori left the room and Rick followed a moment later. You looked after them with a confused face, but forgot about it when Daryl kissed you softly.

 “Now what’s this I hear bout’chu making chili?”

 ---

 You had taken the day as a win, despite Hershel losing his leg. There was finally enough food for everyone to get a full belly and you had a safe place to sleep. Carl had begged you to make your chili and you did, everyone loving it. You were happy that you could do something as simple as making dinner to make everyone in high spirits and the night was full of laughter. It was something you hadn’t had in a long time and you basked in it.

 When it came time for bed, you helped Carol and Lori put everything away before going to your cell. Pushing aside the curtain you made with the sheets Sam had brought from the laundry room, you put Adeline onto her bunk before going to your cell. You took off your shoes, your clothes going next. Before you could put your pajamas on, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and a scratchy beard nuzzling your neck.

 “I believe we have somethin’ ta finish,” Daryl rasped in your ear. You could feel his straining cock on your ass and you pushed back with a quiet moan.

 “Did we? I can’t remember,” you sassed. With a growl, Daryl spun you around and pushed you up against the wall. His knee was in between your thighs and you were on your tip-toes. One of his hands was holding your wrists above your head. Daryl attacked your neck with his mouth and you whined pathetically.

 “D-Daryl,” you said.

 “What, babygirl?” He didn’t stop his assault on your neck and began moving your pussy over his thigh.

 “Please!” You could feel him smirk and he pulled back.

 “Please what?” Daryl said lowly.

 “Fuck me,” you whimpered.

 “What if I don’t wanna? What if I want ta keep teasing ya until ya break?” You whimpered again, pussy jolting.

 “Ya like that, dontcha? What if I left ya right now, all wet and wantin’?”

 “Please,” you cried.

 Daryl looked over you. Your chest was heaving, head thrown back, and your hips were now moving on their own. He could feel the wetness of your pussy on his thigh, soaking through his jeans.

 “Look at ya,” he praised. “All ready, just for me.”

 “Just for you!” His cock jumped when you said that and he pressed into you harder.

 “Say it again,” he said.

 “Just for you! Only you!”

 With those words, he took mercy on you and crashed his lips into yours. Releasing your wrists, he took his shirt and pants off and you took your underwear off. You jumped up, your legs around his waist and he lined up his cock, pushing into you slowly. You both groaned and Daryl set a brutally slow pace.

 His cock was stretching you in all the right places and the slow thrusts he was making made your toes curl. Your arms were around his neck as he held you up, his hands gripping your ass. You kissed him softly, whimpers escaping your mouth at a particularly strong thrust.

 “Tell me that you’re mine,” Daryl whispered.

 “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.” He looked into your eyes and groaned before speeding up the pace.

 “Yes- yes! Oh god,” you choked out. One of Daryl’s hands left your ass and started circling your clit and you keened. Your pussy clenched his hard cock and you came all over him. Daryl never let up his pace, his fingers still on your clit. You moaned loudly and Daryl shut you up with a kiss.

 “Gotta be quiet, babygirl. We ain’t in tha tower.”

 “I can’t—“ You tried to speak, but the pleasure felt too good.

 “That’s it. Come for me again.”

 You came with a cry and Daryl muffled it again, finishing a few thrusts later. Coming down from your high, you kissed Daryl softly. He carried you to the mattress and set you down, grabbing a cloth to clean you up. Once you were both clean, he joined you on the mattress and pulled you close. When you were about to fall asleep, you heard Daryl mumble your name.

 “[Y/n]?” He asked.

 “Yes?”

 “Ya mean whatcha said? That you’re mine?” Turning in his arms, you saw worry and doubt in his eyes. Bringing your hand up to his cheek, your thumb brushed his cheekbone.

 “Daryl Dixon,” you murmured. “I am yours.”

 “And ‘m yours.”

 You kissed him, pouring all the love you felt for him into it. The kiss wasn’t long and you cuddled into his chest, sleep calling for you.

 ---

 The next few days came and went sooner than you liked. Daryl and Adeline were gone when you got up, but you saw his crossbow sitting against the wall. Not thinking about it, you got dressed and went to get some breakfast.

 “Morning!” You said. “What’re we doing today?”

 “Gonna bring the cars in and get rid of the bodies out in the yard,” T-Dog said.

 “Sounds like fun.”

 “I was hoping you’d stay inside today,” Lori said to you. “Help us get situated here?”

 “Of course, Lori. I can do that.” You saw the relief flooding in her eyes and she handed you a plate of food.  

 “Where’s Rick?” You asked, mouth full of food.

 “I’m right here,” he said. Daryl was with him and he walked over to give you a kiss before getting some food himself.

 “I’m gonna stay in here with Lori. Help out with Hershel, make sure things go well.”

 “Alright. We should get started. Let’s go.” Daryl looked at his food sadly and you nudged him.

 “Go on. I’ll make sure that lunch is ready for you when you get back.” Daryl kissed you and shoved food in his mouth.

 “See ya at lunch.”

 “See ya,” you said. Adeline looked up from her plate and made eye contact with Daryl.

 “Bye daddy!”

 You saw Daryl freeze before leaning down to kiss her head.

 “See ya, princess,” he mumbled.

 Daryl, Rick, Carol, and T-Dog went outside and you went to put the plates away, heart fluttering. It was gonna be a long day.

 ---

 [Y/n]

“Hey, [y/n]? Can I talk to you?” Lori asked.

 “Of course. What’s up?”

 “I think you might be pregnant,” she said. Your eyes widened and you stared at her.

 “W-What?”

 “I’ve noticed some things that I don’t think you’ve even noticed. I’ve seen that some smells have almost made you sick and that your jeans are getting snug,” Lori said. Thinking back on it, you realized that she was right and you shook your head.

 “Shit,” you said. Lori handed something to you and pushed you outside.

 “I’ll stay with you if you want. Take the test to double check.”

 “Thank you.”

 The two of you walked a little ways away and you took the test. The three minutes you had to wait before you knew the result was nerve-wracking but you were happy that you had Lori with you. Then the three minutes came and went, you hesitantly looked down.

 Positive.

[bentforkent]

earth-shattering, red roses

penelope garcia x gender neutral!reader

a/n: here is my very hesitant, very obscure, and very late submission for @veraiconcos​ fic challenge. is there a market for penelope x reader fics? dunno, but there should be. penelope rights. 

tagging sweet @gaystevie​ 

content warnings: none - this is half fluff, half angst :) 

word count: 1842

in which you’re penelope’s online friend and she develops a crush on you. 

“and then i just,” penelope pauses to hold up a pair of campy earrings to the camera, “pick out some earrings, and i’m good to go!” after putting the jewelry on, she turns her face to model. her hair is pulled back into a bun, adorned with some fluffy hot pink hair accessory. 

“looks cute, pen,” you muse, watching her pose on your tiny phone screen. penelope looks at you with a wide smile. there’s a piece of your hair sticking up and out of place, and she desperately wants to reach out and smooth it out. her thumb twitches.

 “alright my sweet soulmate,” she starts with a smile. you know what’s coming.  “it’s time for me to head to work.” 

you pout at her pixelated face. “already?”

“unfortunately, dear,” she says, but despite feeling reluctant to hang up, her words come out as cheery as ever. 

“alright, penny. have fun at work,” you say, and as soon as she acknowledges your farewell and offers her own, the screen goes black with nothing but a tri-tone to signal the end of the call. 

 you and penelope met seven months ago on some new, groundbreaking virtual world game. penelope’s character was a fairy, with wings that glowed so much she had to have paid extra to have them. (she hadn’t. she just hacked into the fairly new and easy-to-bypass code and given her character the virtual wardrobe of her dreams.) she made a point to keep true to herself, even through her tiny computer alter-ego.

 the two of you often floated in the same circles as you played the game. you were funny, always typing something witty into the chat, and she quickly found herself very fond of you. she let her fingers hover over her keyboard before typing out her first message to you. after the whole “fisher king” fiasco, she respectfully refrained from contacting people on the internet, resigning herself to admiring from afar. but you were different. you had interacted with penelope already, exchanging compliments and working together to solve quests in the game. you knew her, and she knew you, but direct message felt like a new realm. it felt...intimate. 

when you replied to her first message, a simple “hi penelope!” with a butterfly emoji attached for good measure, penelope nearly flew out of her desk chair; she was so excited.  she quickly typed back to you, punctuating with approximately two million exclamation points and a link to her own personal social media. you smiled widely to yourself watching penelope’s chat appear on your computer screen. 

over the next months, you and penelope had become practically inseparable. well...virtually, at least. you lived much too far from penelope, and penelope much too far from you.  your distance spanned one timezone and a handful of states, but with how often you two talked, you always felt close. you learned her favorite color, her favorite movie, her favorite tv shows. she learned your guilty pleasure snack, your nighttime routine, and your favorite song to drive to. after 12am, you’d whisper into the phone receiver about your day, telling her about everything that bothered you or brought you joy. penelope revelled in these chats. listening to you was the best part of her day. this was your friendship, and it was good. 

 but recently things had been ever-so-slightly different. penelope lingers on a phone call even though she is exhausted, just to hear your voice. she proof-reads her text messages multiple times before sending them out--who does that? the red heart emoji is fast becoming her most used, taking the place of the pink one. the pink one is platonic, it’s always been platonic, and the red one is romantic. how is this happening? often, penelope lies in bed, imagining you’re laying against each other with your hands entangled. she reaches and rests her hand on the other side of the bed, where you would lie if you were there. sometimes, when she’s really tired, she believes she can feel you.

when thinking about this, penelope’s chest feels tight in the most exhilarating way. she’s confused, naturally. the last time she felt this way was when she thought she had real feelings for derek. (she’d buried whatever feeling that was way deep down in the depths of her brain.)

 could it be love if you had never touched? no. no, penelope is a romantic, but she’s also a realist. this can’t be love, not yet. but...a crush. the realization of the word seeps into her bloodstream, setting each cell in her body on fire. it’s a nice fire, a warm fire, a fire that flickers in pink flames. penelope spins around a few times in her work desk chair. 

gee, how lucky is she that she’s got her own little cave here? no one to interrupt her private moment of reckoning...although, now that she thinks of it, it’s not much of a “moment” from the outside. it’s not like her cheeks are stained red and there’s a sign on her forehead that reads “i have a crush!” any one of her coworkers could walk in right now and have no clue anything is any different. (penelope forgets that she’s terrible at hiding things and that she works with trained behavioral profilers.) she pauses a minute, staring at the door, half-expecting hotch to walk in and chew her out for not looking up white males in nebraska, or something. 

 penelope smoothly rolls her chair over to where her cell phone rests. she really shouldn’t be making a personal call at work, she thinks, but she also really shouldn’t have hacked into reid’s work computer and changed everything in english into tagalog last week. penelope can’t remember the last time she genuinely cared about the FBI’s rules. (in her defense, it took spencer like--half of a second to figure out what the unfamiliar language was, and a whole work day to understand it. she was teaching him!) 

 she picks up the phone, grinning as she swipes through recent text notifications of you updating penelope on your day. she finds the “call” button quickly, and waits as it begins to ring.

“penelope?” you question upon answering. “i’m at work, i can’t really talk right now.” you sound happy, despite the intrusion penelope knows she’s providing.

 “no, i know,” penelope replies, twirling a pen in her free hand. she taps her foot quickly. “which is why i’ll make this super quick.” she drags out the word ‘super’ like it tastes like candy.  “i have a crush on you. an earth-shattering, red roses, big crush on you.”

“oh,” you gasp, surprised. “oh! yeah!” you shake your head quickly, as if trying to wake yourself from a dream. all penelope can hear on the other line is the swooshing of air. “yeah, penny, me too. definitely me too. by that i mean, i have a crush on you too.” you’re stumbling, tripping over the words in your haste to get them out, but neither one of you seem to notice. all you can tell is the grin on your face is starting to hurt your cheeks, and all penelope can tell is that if she pulls her knees any closer to her chest she might squish herself. 

 “okay, cool,” penelope says through a smile. 

 you give a breathy laugh. “i really do have to go, though. i’ll definitely talk to you later, though. bye, penny,” you say, and hang up before giving penelope the chance to quip a witty goodbye. 

 you like her back, penelope thinks, the harps playing in her head making her feel like a juvenile pining after someone on the playground. her stomach flutters. the angelic voices in her head are singing, something that sounds like a warbled, choral version of “i wanna dance with somebody” by whitney houston. she closes her eyes, and relishes in it. 

after a second, the stark silence in penelope’s office startles her into reality. 

what is this?

what is she doing?

 oh, fuck, she thinks. tears well in her eyes. what is she doing? this is so unrealistic, penelope thinks, berating herself. you’re far away, only connected to her through a phone screen. it’s a great sentiment to have this sweet crush, yeah, but it’s not practical. not real. it’s not like penelope would ever be in a position to pack up and fly to you, and after hearing you gush about your job just the night prior, she knows you certainly feel the same.

 and then she feels like shit for even calling, for even telling you that she felt this way. it would cause nothing but problems. penelope pauses, in her brain. no, it wouldn’t even cause problems! being with you is so incredibly far-fetched that there isn’t even a “will they, won’t they” debate. any problem is solved with a simple “won’t they.” no, this wouldn’t cause problems, but it would cause heartache, and she should’ve known better. penelope thinks she’s feeling a bit of that heartache now. she sniffles, toying with a tiny plush pig she keeps perched on her desk. sometimes penelope just gets blinded by the butterflies. it’s her best trait and most fatal flaw.

 there’s a knock at her door. derek. 

 “hey babygirl,” he says, pushing open the door and leaning into the doorframe. “what are you doing for lunch?” 

 with her back turned to him, she rubs at her eyes delicately, trying very hard not to mess up her makeup. “uh, i brought my thermos. soup,” she says, clawing desperately at the bubbly personality she can feel slipping away from her for today. she’s just down in the dumps. 

 “hey, what’s wrong?” derek asks, instantly picking up on her sour mood. he steps into her office and closes the door behind him. 

 penelope turns to him, eyes rimmed in red, and gives him a half smile. derek, sweet derek, always so in tune with penelope, is looking at her intently, worry written in every crease of his face. penelope always feels lucky to have him, but especially in this moment. in a rush of emotion, she stands, flings her arms around his neck and pulls him in to a tight hug. 

 derek chuckles. “i love you too.” 

 penelope pulls away with a half-hearted chuckle, swatting the air as if to get rid of the negative emotions plaguing her office. “you come in here with your big muscles and your pretty face and somehow you’ve got me crying in your arms.” she laughs again, slightly more enthusiastic this time. 

 derek pulls her to his chest again, holding her there without words. penelope lets out a deep sigh, releasing every single emotion she just ran through. 

she could deal with those later. she could deal with her royal mess with you later. right now, it didn’t matter. what mattered now was her office, her lunch, and derek morgan.

“derek?” she asks, voice small. he turns to her, prompting her to speak again. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

[kerwritesthings]

Sunshine Surprise

Summary: Birthdays deserve over the top decadence

Word Count: just a hair over 1k

Warning: stupid soft silly fluffy fluff fluff

Author Notes: Little birthday surprise for @miracleonice87​ - Happy, happy birthday M! :) Something for that other stupid boy of ours who has been dearly missed. I hope you enjoy the day and this little nifty gifty.

Words have been hard, life has been hard - but used this happy day as a little bit of a nudge to at least try. It fell back into lockstep. 

A tiny peek in on Tyler and Clementine not too far after the first, Orange Blossom At The Bottom Of A Shot Glass. I guess three stories actually makes a verse now right? I need to get a hockey masterlist started. Also please to enjoy this photo which just solidified that I picked the right thing to write. 

“Em. Why did I have to find out from Dicky that your birthday is coming up?” Tyler asks cautiously as his face pops through on FaceTime.  

“Hi, how are you? I’m good. It’s been a busy day,” you tease as he groans.

“You’re just gonna dish the sass today straight out before you even answer me?” he questions.

“Tyler, we’ve been on a grand total of five and a half actual dates, it’s only been like what – just three weeks since we said we’re in on this as a dating thing? And yeah, we were friends before, but I wasn’t sure if we were that good of friends, you know?” you bite your lip. “Also, how the hell does Dicky even know?”

“Half?” he laughs. “When the hell was a half?”

“Lunch with me, you and Dicky does not count at all,” you explain. “Half is me coming to the first game and dinner and drinks with the boys after.”

“Ok yeah, I guess that’s fair. But we have been at least friends for a good clip. Plus, dates and times don’t matter like that with us at least for me, I’m one hundred percent in on this. I’m stuck on you, babygirl,” he starts. “So, back to the task at hand. When’s the big day Emmy? Birthdays are a big deal around here. I think his better half mentioned something about trying to do brunch but didn’t want to interrupt any birthday plans.”

“Beginning of next month, the fifth it’s a Friday. It’s at the very end of the big western swing. Alandra asked about doing brunch while you guys were gone, she found this pop up that was kicking off that weekend. Wasn’t sure what the final travel plans were for you guys,” you reply. “So, we can do something when you get back. We have time to figure things out. You guys need to get out of Chicago and St. Louis with some points and in one piece first.”

The conversation wanders from there, until he had to catch his pre-game nap. His yawn is a perfect time break.

“Go get your rest, Tyler. Play hard tonight, I’ll be watching,” you blow him a kiss.

Tyler runs a hand through the mess of his hair after the call disconnects, he’s got plans to start making once they get through Chicago. He starts a list before he begins to doze off.

It wasn’t so much the flowers that are delivered promptly at 7:45 in the morning on your birthday, as stunning and lovely as they are, it’s the card that’s attached with it. Surprises begin now babygirl, happy happy birthday Will be cashing in on giving you all birthday kisses later Emmy and I can’t wait

“What the hell is he up to?” you murmur as the doorbell rings again.

“Special delivery birthday girl,” Alandra calls out a Cheshire cat-like grin forming before leaning in for a hug. “I am here as special envoy!”

She hands you a small gift bag that just screams pulled together by Tyler, colorful and loud and just a little messy. Inside the gift is a bit of a puzzle: a luggage tag, a tiny squeaky palm tree and a new pair of your favorite Ray-Bans, exactly like the ones you were complaining that you needed to replace.

“What the fuck?” your eyebrows knit down. “He wouldn’t…”

“You better get packing, I’m your ride to the airport,” she exclaims, wrapping you in another hug.

“Airport? What?” you shake your head. “Alandra, are you serious?”

“Go, we’ve got to leave here by 9 to get you to the airport in time. There’s coffee waiting for you in the car,” she pushes you out of the living room.

As you’re digging out your weekender bag from the closet, you yell at Alexa to make a phone call.

“Happy birthday Emmy. I’ll spare you from singing for now, we’ll do that later,” Tyler says, voice bright.

“Are you fucking crazy?” you volley at him, tossing things onto the bed in the direction of your open bag.

“Just about you babygirl,” he sasses back.

“How I just, when and what the hell Tyler,” you sigh as you plop down on the edge of your bed, overwhelmed and surrounded by a flurry of clothes.

“I wasn’t letting you spend your birthday alone. It’s the last game of the trip and it’s LA. We’re doing well enough in this stretch. Well enough that Bones is letting me fly back with you tomorrow night and we’ve got a late skate on Monday. It just made sense to try. So, we’ll have tonight after the game, which is already planned, then we can figure out what we want to do tomorrow but we should hit the beach at the very least. Flight back is just on the border of a redeye, so we have the whole day.”

“Ty. I was thinking dinner when you got back, maybe me finally dragging you to that art gallery I was telling you about. That would have been enough, just time with you. You know I don’t need all this right? That’s not why, it’s not…” you trail off.

“It’s exactly why I’m doing it, Emmy,” you can hear the sincerity in his voice. “Let me do something absolutely ridiculous to celebrate you, ok?

“You’re still crazy but thank you Tyler. Really, this is just beyond,” you exhale.

“Barring any delays, you’ll get here just as we’re getting back from morning skate so I’m stealing you for pregame nap and cuddles,” you can just picture his smile as he says it. “Go pack. Bring something semi fancy for tonight after the game and then maybe anything pretty for me to enjoy, cause it’s your birthday and well you know, you want to thank me for all this.”

“You would Ty, you absolutely would,” you chuckle, thinking of what you could bring for that very reason. “But really, this is amazing. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours, birthday girl.”

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series Extras: New Normals

Kim Seokjin 

“Kade?” You called out as you knocked lightly on Kaiden’s bedroom door that was slightly open before stepping inside. You smiled when you saw Kaiden still asleep, holding onto his RJ plushie. You walked over to his bed, bending down and running your fingers through his hair. 

“Kade, it’s time to get up sweetie,” you told him softly and Kaiden groaned before opening his eyes and looking up at you. “Good morning.”

“Morning Mommy,” he replied with a loud yawn, holding his arms out afterwards.

“Want a hug?” You guessed and Kaiden nodded wordlessly. You got down on your knees and leaned over into his bed, letting him wrap his arms around your neck. “Did you sleep good?”

“Yeah,” Kaiden nodded and you pulled away from him to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Come on buddy, you gotta get ready for school,” you told him as you stood up straight and after a few more seconds of rubbing at his eyes, Kaiden slowly got out of bed. You followed behind him as he made his way into the bathroom, stepping up onto his little step-stool that was there in order to wash his face.

“Is Daddy up?” Kaiden wondered after he had finished washing his face and he moved to grab his toothbrush.

“Yeah, he’s in Carson’s room,” you said and Kaiden nodded. Once he was done with brushing his teeth, you smiled as he hopped down from his step-stool and rushed out of the bathroom. Without even asking him where he was going, you instantly walked down the hallway to Carson’s nursery and when you looked inside, Kaiden was standing right next to his father watching as Jin changed Carson’s diaper.

“And what happened in your dream Chinny?” Jin asked and you figured that Kaiden had rushed to tell him about a dream that he had had last night.

“A bunch of big RJ’s came to visit me and we all went to one of your concerts Daddy,” Kaiden recited animatedly. 

“Oh really?” Jin chuckled and Kaiden nodded. “Sounds like it was fun.”

“It was!” Kaiden chirped and you stepped over to them and saw that Jin was finished changing Carson. 

“Alright you two, let’s get moving,” you laughed, reaching out for Carson and Jin handed him off to you. “You’re on breakfast duty Jin.”

“Aww, come on,” Jin sighed dramatically. 

“I did it yesterday.”

“Let’s ask Kade,” Jin said and the both of you looked down at Kaiden. “Chinny, who would you like to make breakfast today?” He asked him and Kaiden pursued his lips out as he thought about it. After a few seconds, he pointed up at Jin. “God, even my own lookalike has turned on me.”

“You heard the lookalike,” you giggled. “Get cooking.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Jin grumbled playfully before turning and walking out of the nursery. 

Min Yoongi

“Good morning,” Yoongi smiled as he walked into the kitchen and you looked up from where you had been feeding Kamryn and smiled at him.

“Morning,” you replied, puckering your lips as Yoongi walked over to you and he bent down to kiss you firmly. 

“Hi sassy girl,” Yoongi gasped playfully as he reached over and lightly pinched Kamryn’s cheek, making her grin her toothless smile at her father. Yoongi then sat down at the table next to Kinsley, who was slowly eating her cereal.

“Hey babygirl,” Yoongi said softly and Kinsley looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Sleepy,” Kinsley replied.

“Someone had a hard time getting out of bed today,” you added as you looked over at them. 

“You just wanna stay home huh?” Yoongi guessed and Kinsley nodded. “How about this? If you go to school and don’t fall asleep in class, I’ll let you come to the studio with me and your uncles this weekend.”

“Really?” Kinsley gasped with a smile and you couldn’t help but to smile as well.

“I promise,” Yoongi nodded, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“You spoil her, you know?” You wondered out loud as you fed another spoonful of applesauce to Kamryn.

“I spoil all of you, so you’re not in a position to talk,” Yoongi joked as he picked up his coffee mug and you looked over at him as you set down the spoon in your hand. 

“I spoil you too though. Remember this morning?” you smirked and Yoongi choked on his coffee. 

“Not in front of the girls Min,” Yoongi laughed and you just shrugged your shoulders. All of a sudden, you heard a loud squeal and when you turned around, you saw that Kamryn had managed to grab the spoon that you had been using to feed her and she was waving it around.

“Kammie, no!” You shouted but you were too late, multiple large globs of applesauce falling onto your work shirt. You groaned loudly, taking the spoon out of Kamryn’s little hand and setting it down on the table far away from her.

“Here, you go change and I’ll finish feeding her,” Yoongi offered and you looked over at him thankfully.

“Thanks Yoongs,” you said, leaning over and kissing him before you got up and walked out of the kitchen. 

“Good job Kam,” Yoongi snickered and Kamryn just gurgled loudly in response.

Kim Namjoon

“Mommy! Mommy!” Mason screams out as he comes running into you and Namjoon’s bedroom, one of his shoes on his foot and the other one in his hands.

“Myungie, what is it?” You wondered as you pulled your shirt on, rushing to try and get ready for work on time. 

“I can’t find my backpack!” He exclaimed and you looked up at him, laughing when you saw that his shoes weren’t on and that his hair was still a mess from sleeping.

“It’s outside in the car,” you told him with a chuckle. “You left it there last night. Go ask Daddy if he can get it for you.”

“Ok,” Mason nodded before turning around walking out of the room. “Daddy!”

“And finish putting on your shoes and brush your hair! We’re gonna be late!” You yelled after him.

“Is Mase calling me?” Namjoon wondered as he walked into the room, a smiling Maia sat in his arms. 

“He needs his backpack out of the car in order to pack his lunch and stuff,” you told him.

“Yah, I’ve told him about making sure to grab it before he gets out of the car,” Namjoon sighed, stepping over to you. “Can you take her while I go get him settled?”

“Sure,” you giggled, holding out your hands as Namjoon handed Maia off to you before rushing out of the bedroom. “Let’s go put something in your tummy Mimi,” you whispered to Maia, tickling her stomach which made her squeal and smile.

About 30 minutes later, Namjoon had managed to retrieve Mason’s backpack from the car and pack his lunch, and you somehow managed to get all four of you guys fed before you were going to officially be running late.

“Maia’s daycare is closer to the studio so I’ll drop her off today so that you’re not late,” Namjoon told you as he slid into his shoes and you nodded gratefully.

“Thanks Joon, and I’ll take Myungie to school then,” you replied as you bounced Maia in your arms.

“I get to ride with Mommy today!” Mason exclaimed and Namjoon laughed as he helped Mason tie his shoes before standing up straight again.

“Trade off?” Namjoon said, holding Mason’s backpack out to you and you grabbed it before handing him both Maia and her baby bag.

“Have a good day,” you smiled, leaning forward and kissing Namjoon’s lips before pressing a kiss to Maia’s chubby cheek. “I love you both.”

“Love you too jagi,” Namjoon grinned before opening the front door for the four of you to go your separate ways. 

Jung Hoseok

“Alright, come on kiddos,” you said as you opened up the door to the backseat of your car, watching as Berkeley and Lennox scrambled out and ran up to the front door. Since Hobi had the day off, he stayed home with Hendrix while you and the twins went to work and school.

“It smells like sundubu-jjigae,” Berkeley said and as you walked up to the front door and unlocked it, you realized that she was right.

“Daddy, we’re home!” Lennox shouted as he and Berkeley set down their backpacks and worked on taking their shoes off.

“No need to yell Len,” Hobi chuckled as he walked out of the kitchen, with Hendrix snug against his chest in a baby carrier. The twins then ran over to him, hugging his legs and Hobi bent down to press kisses to the both of their heads.

“How was school kiddos?” He asked them and they both started to talk at the same time.

“Daddy, we’re going on a field trip to the zoo next week!” Berkeley exclaimed.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! We’re gonna get to touch starfishies and everything!” Lennox added.

“That sounds exciting,” Hobi laughed. “Why don’t you two go wash your hands because dinner’s almost ready?” He suggested and the twins nodded before running up the stairs. You then walked over to Hobi, giving him a soft kiss. “How was your day?”

“Good, good,” you nodded before bending down and kissing Hendrix’s cheek, making him gurgle at you and move his arms around. “How was you guys’ day?”

“Good, just spent all day feeding him and playing with him and we even got a nap in,” Hobi boasted proudly.

“Look at you,” you smiled up at him before reaching forward and picking Hendrix up out of the carrier that was attached to Hobi. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I think it’s very hot when you wear the baby around the house while you do things.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” Hobi chuckled, a fond smile falling onto his face as he watched you cuddle with Hendrix, loving how you looked holding one of your children in your arms. 

Park Jimin

“Here’s your food Noey,” you said as you walked into the dining room, setting Noah’s bowl of mixed noodles in front of him.

“Thank you Mommy,” Noah chirped as he picked up his learning chopsticks and began to eat. You then sat down next to him, setting your own bowl on the table before you looked over at Jimin, who was feeding Sydney some mashed potatoes.

“Open up baby,” Jimin cooed, pretending that the spoon in his hands was an airplane and he made flying noises with his mouth as he fed her, which made Sydney gurgle loudly.

“Never thought you’d be this kind of dad,” you giggled and Jimin looked over his shoulder at you with a raised brow so you elaborated for him. “The kind who does the corny airplane thing.”

“Me either,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But I do it because it keeps her attention. If I didn’t do it, she’d notice the food that we’re eating and she’ll want it.”

“Well, she is 6 months old now,” you shrugged. “Breast milk and the mashed version of different foods can start to get boring after a while.”

“And I’m such a weakling, I’d feed her whatever she wanted in order to stop the little pout thing that she does,” Jimin groaned and you giggled at how your daughter had your husband wrapped all the way around her little finger before she was even walking. All of a sudden, Sydney began to smack the table of her highchair and you looked at her to see her reaching out towards Jimin’s bowl of noddles.

“See?” Jimin whined, turning back to Sydney and trying to feed her another spoon of mashed potatoes but Sydney just whined louder.

“Maybe you should give her some noddles Daddy,” Noah suggested and Jimin looked over at him with a small smile.

“She’s still too little for noodles mini me,” Jimin told him softly.

“Maybe not,” you spoke up. “Just break off a really small piece and see how she does with it.”

“You sure?” Jimin double checked.

“We’re right here in case anything happens,” you nodded. Jimin set down the spoon and jar of mashed potatoes that he had been holding before turning to the table and plucking a noodle out of his bowl. He then turned back to Sydney, who started to squeal at the sight of real food.

“Alright, alright,” Jimin laughed as he tore a small piece of noodle off and fed it to her. You watched carefully as she managed to mash it up with her gums and a grin broke out onto your face when she reached out to Jimin for more.

“I guess someone likes it,” you smiled. 

“There goes every plate of mine for the next year,” Jimin grumbled playfully as he fed more noodles to Sydney. 

Kim Taehyung

“Somebody liked those peas a little too much, huh Squirt?” Taehyung chuckled as he picked Elijah up out of his highchair, the green peas that Taehyung had fed him all over his face and his hands. Taehyung carried him into the kitchen, where you and Spencer were finishing up with the dishes.

“Good job Spence,” you praised her as she rinsed off the last plate and put it into the rack to dry. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” Spencer nodded with a smile that matched her father’s. 

“You guys finished just in time because someone here needs a bath,” Taehyung spoke up and you turned around, laughing when you saw Elijah’s face.

“I see that you really enjoyed those peas,” you giggled before looking down at Spencer. “Can you go get Eli’s baby wash and his shampoo out of the bathroom please?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nodded before turning and speed walking out of the kitchen. You turned around to put the stopper back into the sink and to start filling it up with water again while Taehyung walked over and stood next to you at the counter, setting Elijah down on top of it.

“I’m sorry that you’ve been on Munchkin and Squirt duty by yourself for the past two weeks,” Taehyung apologized as he worked on pulling Elijah’s little t-shirt off of him. 

“Hey, we’re a team,” you reminded him. “You’ve been busy with the members and I get it, so I don’t mind picking up some slack.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t be surprised if you wake up one morning to find two kids in bed with you and I’m nowhere to be found,” you teased, making Taehyung chuckle before he leaned over and kissed your cheek. Spencer came back into the kitchen then, her arms overflowing with Elijah’s bath stuff.

“I only asked for the baby wash and the shampoo Spence,” you giggled, reaching down and taking the items from her, which included a brush, the toenail clippers, and the lotion in addition to the stuff that you had asked for. 

“Eli needs this stuff too though,” Spencer replied and you just shook your head as you turned off the water in the sink. Taehyung had finished undressing Elijah and picked him up, placing him down into the sink. You grabbed a clean towel, wetting it in the water before you started to wash Elijah’s face.

“Can I help you wash his hair Mommy?” Spencer asked and you nodded your head as you worked on trying to get all of the green off of Elijah.

“Sure. Tae, we’re gonna need a big towel to wrap him up in once we’re done,” you said as you looked up at him.

“I got it,” he told you. “You two stay here with Squirt.” He turned around and began to walk out of the kitchen but he took one last look over his shoulder, a large grin coming onto his face as he saw you pouring a small amount of shampoo into Spencer’s hands before helping her start to wash Elijah’‘s hair. He then turned around and jogged up the stairs, thinking about how lucky he was to have such a beautiful family. 

Jeon Jungkook

“All done Mommy,” Ava announced and you looked down to see that she was fully dressed in her Cooky pajama set. 

“Alright, come here and let me brush your hair,” you said as you reached over and grabbed her brush that was sitting on her dresser. You then sat down her bed, and Ava crawled up and settled herself in between your legs. 

“Mommy?” Ava called and you hummed in reply. “I like having Daddy home for bed.”

“I know you do Ave,” you smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head before you continued brushing through her hair. After the group’s promotions were over, Jungkook was able to be home earlier than usual to help you feed the girls and put them down to bed. Not only did Ava love it, but you did too because it was much easier for each of you to take a daughter and get them ready for bed. Tonight, you had gotten Ava ready and you could hear Jungkook singing to Aria down the hall in her nursery. 

“Can I go say goodnight to Ari?” Ava wondered and you quickly tied her hair into a ponytail for her to sleep in.

“Go ahead,” you told her and you laughed at how fast Ava slid down off her bed and ran out of the room. Setting her brush back on her dresser, you stood up and walked out of her room, pacing down the hallway to Aria’s nursery. Once you walked inside, you saw that Jungkook had Aria in his arms and Ava had managed to force her way onto her Daddy’s lap as well.

“Ave wanted to come say goodnight to Aria,” you giggled, noticing that Aria’s eyes were fluttering and she was close to falling asleep.

“You guys are a little late for that,” Jungkook chuckled. “One verse of Jamais Vu and she was done for.”

“Can I still give her a kiss?” Ava asked and Jungkook nodded. You felt like your heart was going to burst when Ava leaned over and left the gentlest kiss to her sister’s nose. 

“Alright, get down for a sec so that I can put her in bed,” Jungkook told Ava and Ava nodded before sliding off his lap. Jungkook then stood up and carried Aria over to her crib, gently laying her down on her back.

“Goodnight Ari boo,” Jungkook whispered before slowly stepping away from the crib. You held your hand out to Ava and she grabbed onto it, letting you lead her out of the nursery and back to her bedroom as Jungkook followed behind the two of you.

“Goodnight Mommy, goodnight Daddy,” Ava yawned as she climbed into her bed. 

“Goodnight Angel,” Jungkook smiled as he tucked her in.

“See you in the morning, ok?” You said and Ava nodded. After kissing her forehead, you reached over and turned on her nightlight before you and Jungkook walked out of her room.

“Is it just me, or are you absolutely exhausted?” Jungkook questioned as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom.

“Nope, me too,” you nodded with a smile. “But Ave loves having you home more. She said so when I was getting her ready for bed.’

“I’m glad,” Jungkook smiled. “What do you say we head to bed ourselves?”

“God, that sounds great,” you huffed playfully, making Jungkook laugh. 

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Heroes Reunited - Short

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language Summary: Chris hasn’t seen you in almost two years due to your service in the military. Without seeing two of your babies. You visited them in Boston and they don’t know you’re coming home.

Author’s Note: I just love watching soldiers coming home to their families. Like Chris Evans, I cry at everything. I would love to go to the movies with him and we just cry throughout the whole damn movie

Love you!

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You were beginning to pack up your things from your campus. You felt someone shove you forward. “You happy we’re leaving early?” One of your best colleagues asks, you turn to the buzz cut man who smiled.

“Coming back home to my baby, of course.”

“Have you talked to the Captain you were coming back?” He knew Chris played Captain America. He knew when he first found out your last name Evans and the looks on social media.

You shook your head, “Gonna surprise him in Boston. I spoken to his mom and brother. They know but they were gonna have dinner but it’s more of a welcome home.”

The man smiles, “I can’t wait to go back to my baby.”

“How’s Jane, anyway?”

“She’s good, around 7 months but she’s getting there.”

You hiss, “Ugh, around 7 months it was kind of difficult for me.” He smiles, “Are you kidding? When we had Abigail, those first 4 months, Jane was a pain in the ass.” You laugh.

Your friend Dave was one of your best friends during these missions. Going back and forth. Dave was always there as a friend and you never wished for a better one. “I hope we get to see each other again.”

“Of course, I’ll be happy to have like a grill with you and Chris.” You nod at the idea. “I’ll make an arrangement when I see him.” You finished your packing up and headed to the airport. You fell asleep for those long 13 hours.

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Chris was driving over the Boston cause his mom and brother wanted to have a dinner as a family tomorrow. His sisters, brother, nephews, and mother were all gonna hang for dinner. But what was sad is that Y/N wouldn’t be there.

He had just finished filming Defending Jacob and he hadn’t seen his daughter in a while. Their two year old daughter was with his mom when he was gone.

Once he got to the house, he closes his door and heads up to the front door, entering in. He hears a squeal and smiled. “Where’s my babygirl?” He hears the footsteps  and sees his daughter walk out, almost stumbling on her feet.

He gasps softly, “There she is! Come here, mommas,” He picks her up and showers her with kisses. He sees Scott, “Did your daddy come home?” Scott asks, Chris smiles at her. 

“Were you playing with Dodger?” He asks, his daughter holds out her toy lion towards him. Dodger comes up and jumps on Chris thighs. “Hey, bubba, how you doing?”

Scott looks up to his brother, “You haven’t heard anything from Y/N, yet, have you?”

“No. She said their mission might keep her from calling, so we haven’t spoken since last time.” Scott nods. “Me and Ma made some lunch if you were hungry.”

Chris nods, he wanted to play with his daughter for a little, so he took her outside with Dodger and played with her little car thing.

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You woke up and saw that you were just about to land. You felt excited. It was the next day. You texted Lisa and she said she had stood out by the exit. You found your bag and found Lisa standing there. You smiled, happily to give her a huge hug.

“You made it!” She says, you smiled and pulled away, “How were they?” Lisa shrugs, “She was doing so well, she did cry a lot when you weren’t there but-Oh my gosh, it’s been so long. He’s gonna cry so much.”

You laughed. You knew he was. Such a huge man with a big heart. A pretty soft one. You always wonder why your daughter cries a lot. Lisa had told Chris she needed to grab beer since they actually forgot that.

You headed over to the house and you felt your heartbeat heavily. Two years and you don’t know if Chris had changed a lot. He doesn’t change a lot so you knew he would not be different than before.

You see his car and you bit your lip. Lisa grabs the bag, “I’ll go in first and I’ll tell you where he is.”

You nod as you and Lisa walk up to the door and she enters first. You waited as she calls for Chris.

“Chris!”

“Yeah, ma?”

“I got beer, where are you?”

“I’m in the living room,” He calls back, you walked in and closed the door. You walked to peak around the corner into the living room. You saw Chris’ back was turned towards you and you gripped the flowers in your hand. 

Just some nice flowers for your house, or for your husband who stood in front of you. No contact for two years. You look over to Scott who recorded right in front of Chris. Starting with Chris and your daughter playing before he angled it at you.

You smiled at him.

Chris looks up to his brother, “You recording us?” Scott smiles. Chris was confused as he stands up,his daughter walking into the kitchen. “Why are you recording me?”  Chris laughs as he turns around. His eyes widen. “No way.”

You tried your best to hold in the tears. “No fucking way!” You could hear the tears in his voice as he walks over and pulls you in a strong hug. The tears came streaming down.

Chris began to sob in your neck as he held onto you close. You didn’t care if he soaked your uniform. You two swung side to side as he lifts you up and your legs immediately wrap around him. Scott had his hand over his mouth, crying as well. 

Lisa and the sisters watched in tears as well. Dodger was let in and he starts whimpering to the familiar scent of you and began to jump on you and Chris. “I missed you so much,” He chokes out. You sniffled and caressed his head. “I missed you, too, baby.”

You managed to pull him off your shoulder and pulled him into a kiss. 

Your unwrap around him as he pulls away. “What happened, how did you-?”

“We were done. I only told your brother and mom, they knew I was coming home and I wanted to surprise you.” You hand him the flowers and he chuckles at that. “Thank you,” He says, you smiled, lifting your hand up to wipe his tears. 

“You’re welcome,” He pulls you into a hug again and rocked you two. You were nuzzled into his shirt. He rubs your back, “I really like you in your uniforms,” He says. You laugh softly, “I’m glad you do.”

Your daughter cries as she tugs on your pants. You smiled and picked her up, “Hey, sweet girl.” Chris smiles and strokes his daughter’s hair. “Did you miss momma?” You asked. Your daughter opens her arms and leans against you, causing you to pout. “Oh, baby. I missed you, too.” Chris kisses both your foreheads and smiled. 

Chris sniffles as he held you and his daughter to his chest.

“I’m happy that I have my two girls back.”

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The farmer or the father?

This is a fanfic about Dana Sue, because there isn’t a lot of fan fiction about her. And there is so much material. If you guys like this I will write more! Let me know what you think :)

Warning: kind of smutty

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She is working hard in the kitchen when he walks through the door. With the sweat on his forehead he puts down the crates of fruits. 

He looks up and sees that she is watching him. He smiles as he puts his hand through his hair. The way his bicep flexes makes her swallow audibly, momentarily forgetting that she needs to prepare a meal. 

Erik nudges her in her side and she snaps out of it. Her cheeks flaming she looks at the ground as he smiles at her now red face. 

Ever since Ronnie came back she hadn’t really seen him. With the car crash and Annie recovering, she hadn’t had the time to get with the sexy farmer. This is the first time she can take a good look at him, so she does. 

He is turned around and talking to Erik. With her head to the side she licks her lips as her eyes travel over his muscular and lean back. He is tall and his hair is something she wants to grab in her hands and tug it so that his lips can meet hers.

Stifling a moan just thinking about that fantasy she can smell something burning. With eyes the size of saucers she puts out the stove and just stares at it. 

“That is not how it’s supposed to look.” Isaac whispers when he looks over Dana Sue’s shoulder. She rolls her eyes and turns around, making him jump back. 

“I know that Isaac, thank you for that brand new information.” She waves her ladle in his face and he grimaces a little.

“Sorry chef, but you seem quite distracted. Are you okay?” Isaac’s face screams concern and Dana Sue sighs. 

Ever since she passed out everybody is concerned about her. She appreciates it, don’t get her wrong, but sometimes it is just too much and she feels more like a patient. Now that Annie is in the hospital the focus of everyone is more on her and Dana Sue is very glad about that. She hates to see her babygirl in the hospital, although it’s getting better every day. 

Her and Ronnie joined forces when they heard it was her in the car. They have been at her bedside until she woke up. Dana Sue eventually needed to go back to the restaurant and Ronnie found a job in construction. 

Now they only see each other in the hospital and it is quite awkward. Ronnie wants to come back and be the only man in Dana Sue’s life, but she said no. Looking at Jeremy she knows why. She really needs to make amends.

“Chef… are you okay?” Now Erik has come to check on Dana Sue as Isaac is still looking at her. She shakes her head to get out of her daze.

“Yes, yes I am fine. Now please get back to work.” She puts a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen in her face. Isaac shrugs and goes back to preparations. Erik’s face scrunches up a little and then follows her gaze. 

He smiles at that and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “He wants to speak to you.” Dana Sue looks confused at Erik and then back Jeremy. “Really?”

“Yeah, he needs to know if the portions are alright or if you need more?” With a pang of disappointment she smiles a fake smile at Erik and heads over to where the man of her desires is standing. He is still looking thoughtful at his produce. 

She smiles at his antics as his brow furrows. He always does that when he looks at his produce, like he needs to check it again and again just to be sure. 

“You wanted to speak to me?” Her question is taking him by surprise, not noticing that she was already this close to him. He turns his body fully to her and smiles at her. She is short and he really likes that about her. 

Almost forgetting to answer, because he got lost again in her eyes he blinks rapidly. “Uhm… yes. I was wondering if this was good enough for you strawberry shortcake?” Her smile widens just of the thought of those lovely Fort Laramie strawberries. 

She looks over the crate, trying not to get distracted by his long arms resting on said crate. When she looks up she can see he is checking her out and for the first time in a long time she feels a little shy… just a little because she is still Dana Sue and she doesn’t get shy easily. 

“Yes, this would be enough for tonight. It’s packing so I need all the strawberries I can get my hands on.” She picks a big, red strawberry and puts it against her lips. Her eyes are closing as she feels the sweetness on her tongue and she can’t suppress the moan that is the result of such a beautiful fruit. 

Even though her eyes are closed she can hear Jeremy slightly chuckle. With an amused smile on her face she opens her eyes to look at him. His face full of joy as he watches her enjoy his fruits of labor. “I could bring you more if you need to. There was a delivery that didn’t go through so… if you need more?” 

He rubs the back of his neck and she chuckles at his nervous tick. “That would be great, but are you sure you have the time for that?” He comes closer to her and her mouth is suddenly very dry. 

“You know you can have anything you like.” He winks and then closes the gap between their bodies. His arm envelops her waist as his lips touch her cheek lightly. When his gaze goes over her face he can see she is flushed. 

She clears her throat and tries to compose her demeanor. “Well, bless your heart that is very kind of you. Can you come back around noon? Or is that too early?” She watches his long arms take the bags of strawberries out of the crate. 

“Nope, that is just fine. I’ll see you then.” He winks at her again as he picks up the now empty crate, turns around and walks out the door giving her the perfect view of his backside. She can hear herself sigh loudly and her eyes grow wide. 

“Chef, I think you’re drooling.” She hears Erik whisper as he tries not to laugh. She turns around and squints her eyes at him. 

“Shut up Erik.” She rolls her eyes as Erik laughs louder and she goes back to the her stove. Isaac follows her around the kitchen, but avoids his gaze ones she points at him with her ladle to stop him from making a remark. 

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It’s very busy in the kitchen when Jeremy finally gets back with another crate of strawberries. He wanted to be here much earlier, but his customers wanted to talk to him about the new business and he can’t afford not to be kind and respectful.

Sullivan’s is already buzzing with the lunch crowd as he walks through the backdoor and puts the crate down. Dana Sue is doing what she does best, delegating her staff around the kitchen. He just watches her for a while being in her element, before she sees him as well. 

He smiles at her and she smiles back, then disappears. He watches her go around the corner and everything in him says that he needs to follow her. He thinks better of it and wants to just wait. 

When she returns he can see the wicked smile on her face and he knows she up to something. That smile was the same smile she had when she saw his Skylark for the first time and he loves that look on her. 

“Taste.” She is in front of him in no time and she startles him a little. He blinks a few times and looks beyond her beautiful face. She has a plate in her hands with cake on it, strawberry shortcake to be exact. 

She puts a fork in it and takes a piece to his mouth, waiting for him to open it. He does so and he covers the fork with his lips. The piece of cake melts on his tongue and groans at the sensation. He hears Dana Sue chuckle and looks down on her. 

“Any good?” She asks with a slight smile. He nods his head, his mouth still full with the piece of cake. She tilts her head to side and shakes it a little in amusement. 

He swallows the last part and sees her face. He also shakes his head. “What?” He asks and she laughs. 

“Your face says it all you know?” His eyebrows rise a little at the statement. She chuckles even harder and he can see tears forming in her green eyes. He joins in her joy and laughs a little himself. 

“What does that mean ma’am?” He says teasingly, knowing how she thinks about him calling her madam. She tries to scowl, but it turns into a bright smile. He smiles as well and moves a little towards her. 

When she doesn’t answer he steps a little closer. “Well… ma’am?” His hands slide on her waist ending just above her bottom. He grabs her tighter and their eyes lock. He feels her relax in his arms and he bows his head.

His head comes closer to hers and she feels his breath on her face. The closeness making her hot and bothered and she feels her body leaning on her toes to get quicker to his lips. 

“Chef?” The relaxation in Dana Sue’s body makes way for the freezing feeling. She grabs Jeremy’s hands and guides them back alongside his body. She looks at his face and sees the sadness in his eyes.

She turns around. “I’ll be right there.” With that Isaac is gone and she turns back to Jeremy. “I really need to go.” He sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll see you around.” Jeremy is out of the door before Dana Sue can react. She doesn’t want him to go, but everything is so complicated. 

Ronnie is Annie’s dad and the feelings aren’t gone, but Jeremy is such a great guy. From the first moment they met she knew there was something special about them. Looking at the ground she sighs again. She is not good at any kind of relationship. 

When she wants to walk back to the kitchen she hears the backdoor open. She turns around just in time to react. 

His lips are firm on hers and his hand snakes around her waist. Her hands go into his hair as she gives him access to her mouth. She moans and leans into his firm body when she feels her knees buckle. 

His taste is making her head spin and she feels her back softly hitting the wall as he guides her back. She stands on her tippy toes as she feels his hands go lower and end on her ass. He squeezes gently and he can hear the moan escaping her throat.

He smiles as he breaks the kiss. He looks her over and is satisfied with the end result. She looks thoroughly kissed and flushed. His hands still in the same place just as hers. She smiles at him as she looks at him through hooded eyes. 

He doesn’t need an answer to know what she wants and his lips are on her again, now on her neck and he can feel her nails scraping his scalp. He can’t resist but buck his hips a little at the sensation.

She abruptly pulls away and he is quite confused if he had done something wrong. Her pupils are dilated and her breath comes out heavily. She frantically looks around and pushes at his chest. He understands and steps back, his hands leaving her amazing body. 

“Uhm… i need to get back to work.” She tries to stumble through her words, not quite knowing what to say.

“I know. Why don’t you come by sometime at my farm so we can talk?” He winks at her and is out of the door again before she can answers.

Smiling at the whistle he is making she turns around to go back to work with a smile on her face for the rest of the day.

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A/n: If you liked it, let me know!! <3

[huihuiheart]

New Home - Yoon Jeonghan Fluff

Just a little birthday gift for Shay @cheonsajeonghan1004 it’s not too much, so hopefully among your celebrations and college work today you’ll have time to indulge in this.(Let’s be real you make time for Jeonghan.)Also yes there are some points that you’ll get and yes they are pointed at how you treat yourself even though you shouldn’t, but maybe you’ll listen in this format for a change? Anyways it’s been like 9 years since we met, so you’re basically stuck with me at this point. I’ll be nice this year though and not make it a two part where you have to pick between Taemin and Jeonghan again. I was also nice enough not to use his Halloween or red hair pics against you again! Love you little sis! Enjoy your day!!!!

Word Count: 2,255 

So yes everyone it is a little short. If you read my message to my friend you’ll know why. It is intentional, it’s so it’s hopefully short enough to be read and enjoyed despite her busy schedule!

Jeonghan and you had been dating for a few years now. Having met one summer and thinking that would be all it was a short summer fling. Things going fast and perfect and then ending all of a sudden in a flurry of empty promises, fleeting kisses, and goodbyes before moving on with your lives away from each other. Only in your case the promises had proved to be anything but empty and one sided, you two proving to withstand the test of time and the toll it took on your long-distance relationship. 

Yet, you both were going strong as you had been that short sweet summer long ago. Only getting to catch up during short breaks and vacations. Circumstances could change very soon though as you had applied to go to a college near where he lived. Which if you got accepted meant you could see each other a lot more often. Your friend had applied too, agreeing to help you settle in someplace entirely new without having to rely solely on Jeonghan for familiarity, something she knew you'd refuse to do anyways considering you were far too mindful of his also busy schedule not wanting to burden him. Which is why it surprised you that he called the day that you got an email back from the college that you had applied to. 

"So were you just not going to tell me that you got a response? I've been waiting to know what is happening." Jeonghan's voice flows into your ear and it's much more excited than you are in this moment feeling like nerves are eating you from the inside out at the prospect of not getting accepted. 

"How did you find out I got a response?" You inquired gnawing lightly on your bottom lip as you stated at the unopened email. 

"How do you think? Y/F/N knew you weren't going to tell me even though I told you I wanted to know when you got a response." Jeonghan gives you the same answer as any other time he found out about something you weren't going to burden him with. Your best friend knowing how much he helped you through things and spilling anything she knew you'd refuse to tell him out of love.

"You have practice I didn't want to disturb you or anything." You whined softly trying to seem like the good guy in this scenario though you knew Jeonghan would win in the end. He always did.

 "Yeah and you also always say I need to take more breaks and rest. So give me an excuse to. Now I'm going to hang up and get some water. But be ready cause I'm going to face time you in like five minutes and then we'll open it alright?" Jeonghan is asking, but you know he'll refuse to take anything other than agreement as an acceptable answer. 

You were both stubborn, yet Jeonghan knew how to soften you up enough to get what he wanted 90% of the time. True to his word roughly five minutes later you get an incoming call from him on facetime. 

You answered with a soft sigh and pout, "Hannie when I said I wanted you to take breaks and relax this isn't what I meant and you know it."

 "Okay fine, but how can I relax when I'm wondering what's going on with my love?" Jeonghan counters quickly causing you to shake your head a little bit, but give in anyways.

"Now open it up and tell me what they said. We'll figure it out either way." Jeonghan assures as your cursor hovers over the daunting email. Biting your lip you click on it, eyes skimming the page before they widen suddenly.

 "I got in!!!! Hannie I got in!! I'm going to be near you as soon as school starts." You practically launch out of your seat at screaming the news as Jeonghan's ecstatic laugh comes from your phone. 

"See I told you there was nothing to worry about." Jeonghan rolls his eyes playfully. Though his words only seem to set more worries in.

 "Wait but what if Y/F/N didn't get in? We're supposed to be moving together. And like what if we can't find a place. Hannie there's so much to do." You whimper cowering back into your seat again.

“Easy baby, just breathe. How about you line up some options or something and see what happened with Y/F/N. I’ll get you guys a place to stay at a hotel so you can look at the options before deciding.” Jeonghan offers a practical solution in light of your panicking, which was another pretty regular thing between the two of you. 

“Okay, okay, you need to actually rest and I’ll call her right now to see if she heard anything yet.” You easily agree with a soft nod, “I love you and I’m really excited to be close to you, even if my nerves make it seem like otherwise is true.”

“Love you too babygirl, now go call Y/F/N. I wanna know if my girlfriend and little sister both got in.” Jeonghan giggles one last time over the phone before you’re both hanging up to go about your very different daily lives.You’d always felt he’d done far far too much and that you did barely anything, wrongfully beating yourself up for things that were out of your control and that weren’t yours to take on. No one ever felt that was the case though, all agreeing that you did plenty. They were ecstatic that you were able to do something that you wanted to though and that it was building you up and encouraging you. 

“So did you get in too? Please tell me I’m not going alone.” You whined over the phone to your friend, your lip being abused between your teeth.

“I mean you weren’t going to be alone either way since you have Jeonghan.” Your friend chuckles over the phone dragging out her answer just to mess with you a little bit, “But I kinda got in.”

“What do you mean you kinda got in?” You counter ready to lose your mind and go off on your friend a bit for messing with you.

“I was accepted into one of their online programs. So I can do that from anywhere, if I’m close by though I can use the campus perks.” Your friend explains laughing lightly as she knows she barely dodged your attack.

“So does that mean you’re going to come with me then?” A hopeful quirk in your tone as you continue to interrogate your friend. 

“Boo my bags were packed two weeks ago, of course I’m coming. I knew they wouldn’t say no to us. Who would?” Your friend isn’t known to be a confident person, but she had her moments and she used them to oftentimes make you feel more comfortable.

“Honestly, I would have said no to us.” You can practically see her rolling her eyes at your playful tone.

“Whatever, I’m on my way over to help you pack right now.” 

You two had managed to get a flight booked for two weeks out, which seemed a reasonable amount of time to get things packed up and ready to move. Jeonghan insisting that you both make it easier on yourselves and ship some of your things to his place instead of trying to take EVERYTHING with you on the flight. Not that you both were bringing a ton of things, both ready for a fresh start. That being said you both had sent some things to Jeonghan to make travelling easier. Your boyfriend sending you a playlist made specifically for your time spent travelling. Something you’d likely have to reprimand him for spending so much time on once you did learn how long it took him to make. Of course, that didn’t stop a stupid smile from filling your entire face as you listened to the whole thing. 

When you landed you followed your friend’s lead through the airport, not the most experienced traveler personally and her always seeming to know exactly where to go. Going down an escalator to get to baggage claim she snickered under her breath.

“What’s so funny all of a sudden?” You question brows furrowed as you watch your friend.

“Someone just seems a little eager is all.” She responds nodding her head to below you with a smile. Following her gaze you see Jeonghan with a silly grin that could match yours his eyes lighting up as he finally sees you.

Your friend is a few steps below you, getting off first and quickly giving Jeonghan a passing hug before moving to see which area of baggage claim is for your flight and also just giving you and Jeonghan room. Which was probably a great idea considering Jeonghan practically lunged at you once you stepped off, pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you around a little.

“You’re finally here!” Jeonghan practically squeals, “Come on I’ll help you both get your things and take you to the hotel and then we’ll get some food, you two are probably hungry after travelling.” 

“Yay for third wheeling!” Your friend sarcastically cheers earning her a playful shove from you. 

“We aren’t that bad and you know it.” You laugh shaking your head at her.

“Besides you shouldn’t have helped set us up that summer if you weren’t ready to put up with us.” Jeonghan adds and your friend fakes offense at being tag teamed by you both. “So do you guys have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“Well I think we were planning on checking out the dorms and two apartments as options for us. But I think we were wrapping up about 2ish, we were gonna grab some lunch between places most likely.” You tell Jeonghan who nods leaving your side only for a second to help your friend with the suitcase that was trying to get away from her on the conveyor belt. 

“Sounds good any options if those don’t work out?” Jeonghan asks putting the suitcase down besides your friend to grab one he recognized as yours.

“Not really it was hard to find stuff in our budget in a place with so many other students.” Your friend admits with a soft sigh, “But hey we’re here now we’ll figure it out.” 

Jeonghan hums his expression one he makes when he gets lost in thought, but you’ll question it later you think to yourself as he gets you two to your hotel, where your friend she’d rather clean up and rest to let you two catch up than be stuck third wheeling, as much as she loved you two. Jeonghan being a bit protective of her like a little sister not buying it so easily worried she wouldn’t eat, but he decides to compromise ordering some food to the room to make sure she does eat before you two go out for your own food.

“Now that it’s just us do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?” Your voice is soft not pushy, but opening the door for him if he’d like to share.

“Hm it was that obvious huh?” Jeonghan chuckles, but his small smile tells you that you shouldn’t be too worried about whatever was on his mind.

“Well to me it was at least.” You nod resting your chin in your palm as you return his smile.

“I was just thinking that I know you two. You wouldn’t do well at the dorms...either of you with so many new people. And you two both like space in places to work on art and such, so it probably won’t be easy to find an apartment you both think works for you.” Jeonghan explains and you nod again humming in understanding.

“We know, we’re ready to make some sacrifices.” You tell him honestly.

“I know you both are, but like....what if you didn’t have to?” Jeonghan starts to bite his lip now, exhibiting some of his nervous habits which confuses you a tad.

“Did you have something in mind Hannie?” You inquire with furrowed brows as Jeonghan nods.

“I remembered something that would probably work for Y/F/N....for you. What if....I mean I’d like for you to.....I want you to move in with me.” Jeonghan finally stutters out his cheeks flaring up with a pink tint. “Unless you don’t want to of course, but like it’s spacious and we’ll be able to see each other more then. Plus, my place is pet friendly so we could get a puppy like you wanted.” 

You giggle and lean over to give him a small kiss to stop his rambling, “I’d love to move in with you Hannie! Besides you already insisted I send like half my stuff there anyways.”

Your teasing made him blush a little more, but he laughed along with you. Both of you laughing and enjoying dinner together, catching up and making little plans for moving and what to do afterwards.

“Just one more question though...what did you think of for Y/F/N?”You curiously ask raising a brow, which makes Jeonghan chuckle and smirk a little.

“Oh~ About that. Jun’s been looking for a roommate and I’m pretty sure I can get her on board with pictures of the apartment without sharing that little detail. After all we do kinda owe her for all that teasing she did us over that summer.” Jeonghan “innocently” reasons and you laugh mirroring his smirk.

“That sounds like trouble....I love it!”

[btsimagines959]

Enigma | Kim Taehyung

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Contents: smut 16+

----------------------------------------------------------You came at a club to relieve your stress. You were at the bar waiting for the drink you ordered. You were really stressed due to the pending assignments and upcoming exams. You needed to get it out of your ehad for sometime to start anew. You came here with your friends but they were having their time on the dance floor.

You were thinking about your assignments when the bartender came with your drink

Bartender: here is your drink. Ma'am.

You gulped the whole in one shot. You ordered another and another and many after that. You were almost drunk now.

You decided to head home. You stood up from your seat and started walking out of the club. As you were drunk you stumbled and were about to fall on your face but someone caught you.

???: watch out babygirl. Don't wanna ruin your pretty face.

You stood straight and were about to go but he spoke again.

???: such a bad girl you are. Don't you even want to thank me for saving your pretty face from getting ruined. You need to learn some manners.

Y/n: i didn't ask you to save my 'PRETTY FACE'

You said in a sarcastic tone.

???: you really wanna play bad with me?

Y/n: do you think I'm afraid of you?

???: i know you're not afraid of me but you'll want me.

Y/n: why will i want you?

His hand went down to your pussy. He started circling you. Your breath started hitching. You were feeling pleasure. Suddenly the pleasure stopped. You looked at him asking for an answer as to why he stopped doing that.

He didn't speak anything and left. You followed him wanting the answer to your question. He went and sat with a bunch of guys. You saw him from some distance. You were trying to keep your balance as the alcohol was taking over you. You turned around to go back but bumped into someone. He had drink in his hand which got spill all over his outfit.

???: yah what do you think you're doing whore?!!!

He raised his hand to slap you. You closed your eyes in fear, you didn't feel any pain. You opened your eyes and that guy was nowhere to be found. He disappeared. You turned your head to look at the guy who saved you earlier but he was not there and none of his friends were there.

You didn't think much and left to your house as you started feeling dizzy.

—next morning—

You woke up with terrible headache. You did your morning routine and got ready for university. You went down to have breakfast with your parents.

Dad: Morning princess!

Y/n: Morning dad! Morning mom!

Mom: morning!

Your mom came out of the kitchen all dressed up.

Mom: sugar i couldn't cook breakfast for you today. I've prepared lunch and you can order anything you want for dinner tonight. Me and your father are going out for some work today we'll return tomorrow. If you want you can call your friends for sleepover.

Y/n: okay mom.

Dad: we'll leave now. We're getting late. Goodbye princess.

Mom: bye honey.

Y/n: bye mom and dad.

You waved them goodbye and went into the kitchen to get yourself some cereal.

—time skip—

Yui-hui: y/n do you know that there is a new professor in our university? I heard he is so handsome and hot.

Yui-hui your seatmate told you.

Y/n: no i don't.

You said in an annoyed tone.

You all stood up when the professor entered the class. Your eyes widened as you saw him. It was 'HIM'. You pretended not to know anything and continued studying.

—time skip—

You were packing your stuff as you finished your last lecture. You were the only one left. You felt as if someone was looking at you. The eyes piercing your soul and your body. You started feeling uncomfortable.

You turned around and saw taehyung staring at you. You walked towards him.

Y/n: what do you want from me?

Taehyung: i want you babygirl. I wanna feel you around me. Warming me with the pretty little pussy of yours.

Y/n: but seems like you need punishment.

Taehyung: I'd love to get your punishment if i get your pussy after that.

Y/n: seems like you're so desperate to get in me.

Taehyung: of course i am.

Y/n: you're not getting it. I'm not—

Suddenly he started circling your clothed clit giving unknown pleasure. You closed your eyes and started moaning. After a while he stopped doing that.

Y/n: yah why did you do that?

You whined.

Taehyung: want me to continue?

He smirked and then you realised what you said.

He pulled you closer to him by your waist. He kissed you roughly. You didn't respond to his kiss but in a minute you fell for his touch. You started kissing him back. He pulled back from the kiss and started attacking your neck with wet kisses.

Y/n: ahhh..... S-sir........ P-pl-ease.

Taehyung pulled back and looked at you.

Y/n: why did you stop again?

You whined in frustration.

Taehyung: want me to continue? Lets continue it somewhere else.

[anieswrld]

Hockey Stan pt.1

Im a a dumbass and I deleted this, so here it is again

pairing: stan x reader 

warnings: teasing, swearing, drugs, alcohol.

word count: 1.1k

enjoy babes!!

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“Wait what’s wrong with Bill?” You asked Richie as you got passed the blunt by Bev. “He literally fucked every single girl, I heard there was this one girl who he fucked in the ass and the the tits.” Bev rolled her eyes, “Chee you do know it’s y/n right?” You slapped Bev “Bevvy!!” She shrugged and hit the blunt. “Holy shit you let Denbrough hit it from the back?! Damn you got balls dude. How was the titty fuck though?” You sighed “More for him not me, I just had to act like I enjoyed his dick in between my boobs.” Richie laughed so loud that you guys would probably get caught. You all started to pack up the weed and put on your backpacks.

 “Just stay away from the hockey team y/n they literally all suck dick, well Toby did suck me off once-“ Bev hit Rich upside the head, “Beep beep bitch.” He rolled his eyes and walked off to class with a wave. “Bev why would I fuck with the hockey team after I let Bill do that.” Bev shrugged “Be careful please, I gotta go to bio, see ya.” You decided to go to english today even though it was your least favorite class. 

It was only because of the Stanley Uris, hockey team captain and Bill’s right hand man. He was such a dick to you and your friends. He hit on you a couple times and after you fucked Bill it only got worse. He’d always try to finger you in class or try to give you his number. One day he put it in his phone without knowledge, you didn’t block it only because he didn’t try to text you. You walked in to class 20 minutes late, the entire class looked at you. “Mrs, you are late again, see me after class.” 

A mist of ‘oooohs’ were heard from across the room. “Oh shut the fuck up and bite me losers” You sat in your seat right next to Stan. You copied whatever you got from the board. Stan leaned over and whispered to you “Hey doll wanna-“ “No. I don’t want to do anything with you.” Stan rolled his eyes. “You let Bill-“ You rolled your eyes. “Listen Stan just because I got railed by big dick Bill doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you, shrimp dick.” 

He leaned back in his seat, huffing out of anger. You smiled to yourself and kept taking notes on your assignment. After class you met with your teacher who simply said to be on time, you went to lunch and sat with your friends. There was Mike Hanlon, the quiet sweet mom friend. There was Eddie, the worrying friend, who always had a first aid kit. Richie, your best friend since diapers, he’s your neighbor and he’s a dumb bitch whore but you love him. Beverly Marsh is your girl-friend, like you guys sometimes casually fuck no feelings or strings attached. “Hey guys, what’s the plan today?” Eddie shook his head “Not today gang, I have work then I have to fix my car.” Mike shrugged, “I have farm work to do y’all, sorry.”

 “Bev, Richie? I know you’re free.” They nodded and picked at their school lunch. “Yeah we can smoke at the quarry.” After ten minutes Bev fell asleep at the table, Richie rolled blunts, Eddie listened to music, and Mike was doing homework. You got up to take a break from that awful smelly crowded lunch room. You walked right into somebody and quickly apologized, “Sorry dude, my bad.” Stan chuckled and ran a hand through his curls, “It’s all good doll.” You sighed “I take back my apology.” Stan smiled “So, why aren’t you with your crackhead friends?” You sighed “They’re all being dull. Even Richie and he is never and I mean never, dull.” Stan chuckled and cleared his throat, “Will you come to my game tonight?” You rolled your eyes “And why the fuck would I do that?” Stan smiled, “Because who wouldn’t want to see this cutie on the ice, and i’m not asking.” You smiled, “I will think about it” 

——————

“No fucking way y/n! No fucking way am I going to the hockey game! Have you lost your shit?!” You grabbed Richie’s hand, “Please Chee pleasssseee” He rolled his eyes, “Wait, did Stan ask you to go?” You nodded slowly “Then no. I’m not going, not for him- wait Toby’s gonna be there, where’s the face paint bitch?” You laughed, painted his freckles black and orange,  and grabbed your old letterman jacket from track. “DAD ME AND CHEE ARE GOING TO THE HOCKEY GAME WE’LL BE BACK BY CURFEW!” You left your house and ran to the drivers side. “Richie there is now way in fucking hell you’re driving my fucking car.” He pouted and got in the other side. 

     When you walked into the ice rink and smiled at Stan. “Y/n don’t you hate him?” You shrugged “He ain’t as bad as he seems Chee.” Your two got some popcorn and sat down. You kind of forgot that hockey is so violent so when they basically started fight you freaked. “Bub relax it’s allowed.” Richie rubbed your arm. When the game was over you went to congratulate Stan on his winning goal but bill stopped you.

 “Hey babygirl, up for some more fun?” You backed away from him “Just because I said yes doesn’t mean it’s consent forever. No I don’t want your dick near me ever again please.” Bill smiled, “Whore.” You walked away and heard Richie yell something, you turned and saw him punch Bill in the face. “You learn a bit when your dads abusive, aint that right billy” Richie got up and walked to you, “Sorry about that bub, you alright?” You nodded and found Stan. “Good job tonight Stan. Winning goal huh?” Stan chuckled and smiled, “Maybe I could...uh, put that number to use?” You gave him a wink before heading to your house with Richie. You dreamt of Stan that night. 

[chemiste]

The Faint Headed and Light Hearted ~ one-shot ~

a/n: yo girl is back with another one shot, i had this idea swirling around in my head after watching one of the many harry styles youtube tour edits and just.. decided to roll with it! love you guys <3

mah masterlist

You don’t how, but some way, after all the double shifts you pulled, you were able to buy a pit ticket to see Harry fuckin Styles perform on his tour. 

His songs had been your savior these past months, moving to LA to start fresh since college wasn’t quite cutting it for you. Thankfully, a friend of yours knew someone that was leaving for Tokyo and wanted to rent out their apartment, you jumped at the chance and even got a friend discount on the rent. 

You’d found a job at a book store in Beverly Hills that paid well since they only hired ‘the best’ and had been working there for a few months. 

Now the day was finally here, Harry was in LA for his tour and you were going to see him LIVE, ON STAGE, IN PERSON.

“You’re so lucky Y/N, make sure to tell me all about it, Eric is here so I gotta go,” your friend Melanie said through the phone. 

You were deciding what to wear to the concert, not knowing if you should do with a blue top or pink. 

“Alright, don’t break the bed frame again! I know the old couple below you almost had a heart attack last time Eric and you had a ‘sleepover’.”

“Shut up, at least this girl is getting it tonight!” 

“Hey, I’m sure I’m getting it a whole different way,” you quipped back. 

You hung up after you said your goodbyes and ultimately decided to go with the pink one that said babygirl. You pulled on your ripped black jeans and boots. While tying the laces, you felt your tummy rumble.

Oh shit, I forgot to eat lunch today and I don’t have time to grab dinner.

While debating what to do about food, you took the ticket that had been mailed in as well as a fifty-dollar bill and shoved them into your bra. (The only for sure way nobody would be stealing it tonight.

I’ll just grab something at the auditorium before I go in.

Glancing at the clock on your wall you jumped up, seeing you were late. Quickly, you locked your apartment and slid the key into the wooden frame on the outside of the door so you wouldn’t have to take it. Then you attached your phone with the chain-link your friend had gotten you for your birthday to your jeans so you wouldn’t lose it.

Once you made it outside, you hailed for a taxi and slipped in.

“To the Forum please.”

                                                            ..............…

It was packed.

You’d arrived just in time and were able to give through the security checkpoint, thankfully you’d gone to the bathroom beforehand so all you need to go was get through the crowd. 

Fans were excitedly chattering about the last performance of his tour, it would definitely be one to remember. The line to buy merch seemed to wrap around the whole building, the electricity in the room was amazing and pumped your adrenaline. 

You found the big hall that led farther down into the arena and after showing a few people your ticket, you made it to the pit. 

With some quick maneuvering and a few shoulder bumps, you were able to get to the front of the stage.

“Oh my god, oh my god I'm so excited!” 

A girl with purple hair next to you squealed. You glanced and noticed her other friend as bright orange hair and a headband with two stars wiggling around on top. 

The purple girl turned to you, grinning with her whole face. 

“I’m Piper and this is Timmy! Aren’t you just psyched to be here!?” 

You laughed at her enthusiasm, “Yeah, I’m really really pumped for the show! I had to earn up for this ticket so I pushed through to get to the front of the crowd.” 

The other two nodded eagerly, “We did the same, though, Timmy almost dropped his hotdog but it was fine and he’s eaten it now so no worries about having mustard all over my shirt.”

Crap, you forgot to eat and drink some water before leaving the apartment! 

You were debating on whether or not you could trudge through the crowd again when screams filled the room. Kacey Musgraves made her way out onto the stage so you just decided to tough it out,

I’ll be fine, psh it’s not like I didn’t go without water of eating for a day while cramming to finish and assignment in college.

                                                                         ..............…

“Thank you, everyone and good night!” 

Kacey had been fantastic, your new-found friends and you had jammed to your heart's content during her performance and were high off the feeling, you were a bit light-headed from all the movement and it made you feel like you were floating on top of clouds.

When the cube dropped on the screen, people flipped shit. You bounced along with Timmy and Piper, ready to have the best time of your life.

Then there he was.

Harry Styles.

Immediately he went into Only Angel, enrapturing the crowd with his angelic voice. He danced and wiggled around the stage, getting into the groove of the show. Once the song ended, he lifted his hand to the sky and waved hello.

“California how ‘re we doin’?!”

Screams filled the room and answered him back with excitement. He chuckled and swung the mic cord over his shoulder. 

“Now, this is ma’ last show on the tour.” Awww and boos were heard as he nodded with them, “But I’m glad you’re here with me for it! Let’s hit it!”

He jumped into Woman, then broke your heart with Ever Since New York and Two Ghosts. As the notes finished up on Two Ghosts, he took a moment to get some water and walked along the edge of the stage peering into the crowd. 

“He’s so close to us!!!” 

Timmy yelled, making the stars bounce on his head.

Harry was currently having a conversation with someone a few people to the right of you. 

As he walked by to get back to the mic stand, you could’ve sworn you’d just made eye contact with him.

I must be just a little dehydrated that’s all.

The beats for Carolina started and you grabbed Piper by the arm, “This is one of my favorites!” “Mine too!” She replied, shaking her hands in the air.

She's got a family in Carolina

So far away, but she says I remind her of home

Feeling oh so far from home

She never saw herself as a west coaster

Moved all the way 'cause her grandma told her

"Townes, better swim before you drown"

You closed your eyes and swayed with his singing, it was euphoric. 

But, when you opened your eyes, Harry’s were staring right back at you.

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

She feels so good

You both kept eye contact for the verse, you smiled and danced along with it, watching as a smirk grew on his face while he sang. He looked back out into the crowd for the next few parts.

She's got a book for every situation

Gets into parties without invitations

How could you ever turn her down?

There's not a drink that I think could sink her

How would I tell her that she's all I think about?

Well, I guess she just found out

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

She feels so good

She feels so good

I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream, yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I hope she hears me now

You sang with Piper, twirling your spot. Unbeknownst to you is that while you and Piper serenading each other, someone was watching you ever so subtly.

La la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

Feels so good

She feels so good

She feels so good

She feels so good

Oh she's a good girl

She feels so good (woo)

                                                                      .................

The rest of the night is fantastic, there were only two songs left and you felt like you were on cloud 9. But when Harry started to sing The Chain, and it’s like the drums were ringing in your ears all of a sudden.

You stumbled a bit and started to see a couple spots in your vision but easily shook them away.

The rockstar cleared his voice, “Alright’, it’s the las’ song, yeh ready?” 

Fans responded back by screaming their heads off and Kiwi started. 

The first time he sings it, he’s running through the crowd along the aisle, jamming with everyone else. 

The second time he sings it again, he’s a bit out of breath but very happy nonetheless. 

When he finally makes it back to the stage, sweat dripping off his brow and a very drenched shirt, people are expecting the performance to be over.

But then, with a cheeky smile, he says, “One more time!”

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes

Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

And all the boys, they were saying they were into it

Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it

I'm kind of into it

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

The man on stage surprisingly turns to look at you again. Piper starts freaking out, assuming he’s looking at her, but you can tell it’s you. 

He’s looking at you. 

You start to feel a bit warm in the crowd.

Everyone is warm, it’s fine, I’m fine.

But you can tell you’re not doing so well.

Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it' none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your”

It's New York, baby, always jacked up

Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up

When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus

In a black dress, she's such an actress

The problem is, you’re a stubborn person so you decide at that moment to just go ham during the last part of the song, and then deal with your problem later. 

Harry is rolling hips to the song, throwing his head back ever so slightly to see if you’re watching and suffice to say you can’t take your eyes off him.

Driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it

I'm kind of into it

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it' none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your”

“Babygirl, you havin fun?” 

He speaks quickly between the lyrics, as he walks over to your section of the crowd. It takes you a second to realize he’s addressing you by your shirt design.

“Hell ya!” You call back, and he grins.

She sits beside me like a silhouette

Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)

It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Right when the guitar solo starts, you can tell you’re fucked.

Your head is pounding from the loud vibrations and you start to lose your balance a bit.

It's none of your, it's none of your

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business”

“Y/N?! Are you alright?” A concerned Piper looks at you.

(It's none of your, none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business”

“I-I don’t think so.”

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

(It's none of your, none of your)

In the span of 10 seconds so many things happen. 

Right as Harry is finishing the ending of the lyrics, pumping his fist with the guitar riff right at the end, he makes eye contact with you. 

The lights are flashing too fast for your liking, the first two guitar strokes make you see black spots dance in your vision. 

Right as Mitch strums the 3rd one, your eyes snap up to Harry with a fearful look. 

During the four riff, he’s excitement turned slightly to confusion in response to the look he had received from you.

And then as the final 5th stroke happened, you felt your eyes roll back and dropped.

Piper screamed, but was drowned out by the other fans. Harry watched as you fainted, disappearing into the crowd, but before he could say anything, the lights were cut so the band members could hurry off stage.

He couldn’t just leave you.

In a flash, Harry dropped the mic and hopped off the stage, darting over to the fence line you had been standing at. 

Because it was still slightly dark, nobody noticed the singer jumping over the fence and pushing into the crowd where you had fallen.

“Y/N?! Oh my god, Y/N wake up!” 

He snapped his had to where he heard the crying.

Okay, I’ve got 30 seconds before the lights go up, I need to be fast.

He pushed through the sticky bodies until he found a small opening where you laid, along with two hair-color people crouching beside you. He moved over quickly and examined you, then moved to lift you up.

“Hey what are you doing?!” 

The purple hair girl screamed. 

Harry held you in his arms, Adeline pumping through his veins making it easier to hold you. He watched as your head lolled on his shoulder, seemly unaware of what was happening.

“ ’ve got t’ get her out of here befo’e the lights come up. Can yeh trust me?” 

Piper’s eyes widened as she realized who was standing in front of her. 

“Uh—yeah, go, go.” Harry nodded and turned around, basically hard shouldering people to get to the fence barrier.

“Hey Thomas!” 

He yelled to the security guard, the bouncer looked over and his eyes rose when he saw Harry and you in his arms.

“Grab her so I can get o’ver! Quick, befo’e the lights come up!”

Thomas did as instructed and Harry jumped over, then took you back into his arms, he climbed the stairs at the middle of the stage and rushing to the side stage right as the lights came up.

He let out a breath and started to jog back with you, “Hey! Someone get me a medic!”

A flurry of people came around him and you as he brought you into the backstage room where the other band members had been waiting for him.

Sarah’s eyes lit up in alarm as H came in with you. 

“Jesus Christ! What happened?!” 

She said as she cleared the long table for Harry to set you down on.

Medics swarmed your body and Harry took a step back, hands flying to his hair as he watched with concern and guilt. 

“She jus’, I—, I’d been lookin’ at her during some o’ the songs yeh know? And then I called her out during Kiwi—“ 

“This is babygirl?” 

Mitch interrupted, pointing to you on the table where the medics were taking your pulse and checking your head for an open wound. 

Harry nodded, “Yeah, Yeah, see er’ shirt? So— so I kept watchin’ her and then right at the end of our third Kiwi, she just looked up to me wit’ this terror in her eyes and then fainted! The lights went out immediately I knew she’d get run ov’r so I hopped off and got ‘er m’self.”

Jeff, Harry’s manager, bursted in through the door, “I heard Harry brought an unconscious fan backstage? What the fuck is happening?” 

Harry started to pace, wringing his hands together and pulling at his hair, Sarah watched him in concern and came over, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, it's alright she’s gonna—“ 

“But she fainted! I feel like this is meh fault cause it was at mah concert y’know?! And—And, what is she’s not fine—“ 

“She is going to be fine, we’ve checked her over and no sign of a concussion, I think she’s dehydrated and could use something to eat but she’ll be alright.”

The medic interrupted, trying to save Harry from having a meltdown. 

The whole room let out a sigh of relief, as the medics trickled out, Harry pulled up a chair to sit down next to her. 

The other band members watched unsure if they should leave or not, Sarah eventually made the decision for everyone and came over to Harry. 

“Hey, we’re gonna load everything up, let us know if you need anything.” 

Harry nodded, not speaking as he rested his face on his hands that were propped up by his elbows on the side of the table.

The door closed shut and finally, Harry and you were alone.

Well— Harry was with your unconscious body alone, not to be creepy at all.

After a few minutes, you started to wake up, squinting your eyes from the bright overhead lights above you. Harry watched hopefully as you started to sit up, not yet noticing the disheveled rockstar next to you.

“What the fuck?”

“Are yeh okay?”

“AHH!”

You sprain off the table, not expecting a voice to be talking to you.

Not expecting, fucking Harry Styles, to be talking to you.

He got up from the chair, quickly catching you as your legs decided to give out from the sudden burst of energy. 

“Hey, be careful, yeh fainted.” 

The singer grabbed a fresh water bottle from the mini-fridge in the room, “Drink this.”

You took a couple sips, a puzzled confusion on your face as to you looked at the man before you who was intently watching your every move— as if afraid you’d break.

“So, uh, what happened? No offense, but like, why am I sitting on a table with only you in the room.”

You shook your head at what you just said, “Sorry that came out rude, I’m just a little groggy. Can you tell me what happened?”

Harry moved from his chair to sit on the edge of the table with you, “Well, yeh fainted, at the end of the concert. And I saw it so I went out into the crowd and got yeh.”

Your body flushed with embarrassment, memories starting to come back a bit quicker. 

“Oh, thanks for that, you really didn’t need to do it.”

Harry chuckled, rubbing a hand down the back of his neck, “S’alright, kinda felt like it was meh fault, see as though y’eh fainted from my voice.”

You scoffed, not believing this man was inflating his ego with your recent blackout. 

“Wow, you really are a narcissist aren’t you? I did not faint from your voice, thank you very much, I’d forgotten to eat something or have a sip of water before the show. I think the adrenaline was too much so I just dropped.”

He smiled at you cheekily, “Hmm wha’ever you say love.”

You let out a big breath and watched the brit lick his chapped lips, without thinking it through, you handed the water bottle to him.

“Here, drink this.”

He rolled his eyes at you for throwing his words back in his face but did as you said. H took the bottle from your hands, taking light slips before a big gulp.

“Wow sorry, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” He said surprised as he handed it back to you. 

You shrugged your shoulders, the crazy emotions bubbling down as you finally saw the man in front of you as a regular guy and not an A-list celebrity.

“S’all good, sometimes you need someone to look out for you if all you’ve been doing is looking out for others.”

He hummed in agreement, “Yeah, it’s just a little hard when you’re out of touch with the major population.” 

You felt bad for him, he basically was inadvertently telling you it was hard to trust people since they might just be using him.

How sad...

You nudged his shoulder, “ Well, just know that there are great people that would be lucky to have you as a friend. Not because you’re Harry Styles, Rockstar Extraordinaire, but because you’re Harry Styles, The one who helps the fainted headed and stays light-hearted through everything. I know we’ve just met but, it shows you do care, truly care. I can’t say the same for a lot of people I know.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, “Wow, uh, thank you. That’s quite a compliment, I’m not sure I deserve it in all honestly.”

You shrugged, “Well, I think you do, so I gave it to you.”

You finished the water bottle and moved off the table, Harry following your actions. You moved back and forth on the balls of your feet, not sure what to say.

“Uh, thanks for saving me from being trampled by the pit. Oh, also your songwriting is amazing, I hope you keep it up.”

You swore you saw the boy flush a bit at your compliment but you brushed it off.

He’s probably still warm from the show.

“Of course, and thank you. I’m sure I will.”

He opened the door for you and you both walked out, going down the hallway to where you assumed the exit was. Before you got to the door, Harry stopped you.

“Wait, one second.”

In a flash, the rockstar zipped away and into another room, you were slightly confused but then he came back with something in his hand.

A phone.

Harry smiled at you, “I was wondering if there’d be a possibility I could take you out to dinner, as an apology for making you faint.”

You laughed, “ I keep telling you Harry, it’s not your fault.”

He smiled, “Please baby girl?”

“Well, who am I to say no to a superstar?”

“Don’t you mean Mr. Light Hearted?”

“Wow, you really are a dork. Twitter is right about you”

He handed you his phone, it was the newest iPhone and had a pink sparkly case on it. You typed in your number and handed it back to him.

“Thank you,” he looked at his phone, “Y/N.”

Oh, I like the way he says it.

You turned to the door and pushed it open, but not before glancing back.

“Bye Harry.”

“See you soon, Y/N”

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When you finally got back to your apartment and had eaten a couple PBJs and downed two glasses of water, you checked your phone and saw a text from an unknown number.

1-310-478-9537

Hey babygirl.

Oh yeah, that ticket had definitely been worth it.

<3

[prissypickle]

Esmes Long Lost Daughter

One

ESME P.O.V

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June 27th, 1921

"It's a girl," the nurse said.

"It's a girl," I smiled as a beautiful babygirl was placed in my arms. "She's beautiful," tears welled in my eyes. "She's gorgeous," I smiled.

"What do you want to name her?" She said with a smile.

"Izzy. Izzy Anne Platt," she said.

"What a beautiful name," she said with a smile. "Let me give her a bath then you can hold her some more," she said. 

I nodded and handed my baby girl into her arms. 

She took her from me. She left the room for a few minutes.

"I have a baby girl," I smiled and rested back on the bed. I was so tired from labor but all I wanted to do was hold my baby girl.

"Here sweetheart," the nurse said coming in handing me the baby that was wrapped in a pink fuzzy blanket.

She started to cry.

"Shh shh dont cry my little one," I said.

"Feed her She's probably hungry," the nurse said.

I nodded and lifted my gown and helped my baby latch on. She stopped crying instantly and drank.

"I love her. Shes perfect," I smiled.

"She is," she said. "Can I check your vitals real quick?" She asked.

"Of course," I said yawning.

She came over and putting on the blood pressure cuff carefully taking my blood pressure. "Your blood pressure is high but thats normal you just gave birth," she said.

I nodded and sighs.

Izzy unlached from me and yawned. I gently bounced her patting her back. I chuckled a bit. "Shes perfect," I smiled again. I knew this was going to be a fresh start. As soon as I'm out of the hospital Izzy and I we are moving. Leaving town. I'm going to leave my whole life behind and start new. No one can hurt me again. I won't let it happen.

I rocked Izzy after I burped her. She slowly fell asleep in my arms. I rested my head back holding onto her. I began to doze off.

When I awoke Izzy was lying beside me in a crib. One of the nurses must have moved her. "Hi baby girl," I yawned seeing her sleep. "You're beautiful Izzy," she said. "I'm gonna take you home soon," I smiled and reached out touching her head.

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Two days later

"Alright Esme. Everything is set. Your baby is perfectly healthy, you're healthy. You're ready to leave," the doctor said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Don't hesitate to come back is feeling unwell okay?" He said.

"Okay," I smiled.

"Its our new start babygirl," I smiled and kissed her head. The young infant in my arms squealed.

I laughed at it. I stood and held her in my arms. I sighed as they brought a wheelchair in. "Is that necessary?" I asked.

"Procedure," he said.

I nodded and stood sitting in it focusing on my child. My sister was coming to pick me up from the hospital. I stood seeing her at the door "Betty its so nice to see you. This is your neice Izzy," I said getting into the car. I held my baby close to me protectively.

"She's beautiful."

"Thank you." I said. "Sister I'm leaving town. I'm moving. I have to get away from here. I need a fresh start," I said.

"Why? Is this because..."

"Because of Charles. Yes it is. He is a terrible man Betty. I dont want him to be a part of Izzy's life. As soon as we pack up were going to leave."

"Okay I support you sister," She said.

"Thank you."

Betty drove me home. I already had a room set up for Izzy. I got out of the car and walked into the nursery. I laid her into her crib. "I love you so much Izzy. You're my sunshine into this dark gray world," I told her touching my cheek.

She felt slightly warm to the touch but I didn't think wrong about it. She was in a blanket so maybe she was just hot. The doctor said she was perfectly healthy.

I sighed and let her take a nap whil I went to the kitchen to make me some lunch. I love cooking so much. I can't wait till Izzy is older so I can cook for her. I can't wait. There's so many things I want to do. We can go to the zoo to the park. We can be a happy family just me and her. We dont need a man. Its just going to be me and her against the world.

I got out supplies to make chicken. I turned on the oven to 350 and put the chicken in the pan. I coated it with butter and garlic powder then thew it in the oven for 30 minutes to start. Ill start my noodles a bit later.

I went back to check on Izzy. She was sleeping soundly. I kissed her on the forehead gently. Still warm.

Stop it. She's fine.

I left the room leaving it open just a crack. I went to the kitchen to wait for the chicken to be done.