#i met him when he's a dishwasher. we talk and be super close friends. but then turns out im a union man trying to get him to join

[selamat-linting]

y/n reader fantasies are a little embarrassing. i admit it. but, my fantasy of becoming tony montana's personal enemy that he always beats up by hand but never kill despite us being opposites in ideology and career is different i swear!!!

[twistednuns]

March 2024

My class is in a confidence/conflict training at the moment and I loved what the trainer said about how to deal with annoying people and information. I needed to hear that: stand up straight and look them in the eye. And don't believe everything you hear.

Du hast den geilsten Arsch der Welt - I found a postcard with this line on my desk in the classroom. I was about to be flattered when I noted the little addition "mich" at the bottom. Fun.

The lady who stopped me on the street just to tell me that she loved my outfit. It's quite pathetic how simple it is to lift someone's mood. I wanna pay more compliments, too. I'd really love to adopt a more positive focus!

Browsing Sephora and &otherstories with Margit. Food, cinnamon buns and a very interesting play at Residenztheater, Prima Facie. I loved when she hung up disgusting/intimidating portraits of old, white men during the court scene. Impressive.

MONKI tahin. The highlight of every breakfast for a while now.

Visiting Ralf in Jena. He picked me up from the train station and I felt at ease immediately. The whole weekend was very relaxed, close, beautiful. We are very good together. I loved lying around on the dock by the river in Paradies park - the first real outdoor session this spring. Talking about everything. Cuddling and getting to know each other in his apartment. Playing the piano together. Finally revisiting the planetarium. I met his friends Jona and Steve at a small concert. The next day, he dragged me up a hill. We enjoyed the view, then shot at a beer can with bow and arrow. We stopped at a cafe and walked back down. I walked 32000 steps that weekend!

A two-day English language teacher training about creative methods. I really enjoyed being the student for a change. I need to go back to school myself in one way or another.

Buying sourdough bread and a chocolate croissant at manufactum during my lunch break. A friendly interaction with two other customers.

Vietnamese food followed by a massage.

Turning a game of chess around. I won - even though I'd made a grave mistake early on and lost my Queen.

A yin and yang pattern on my freshly brewed coffee.

Seeing some if my stained glassware lined up in the dishwasher. Such pretty colours!

Another long talk with the osteopath about kinks, energy, addiction. I found out he used to be a Lindy Hop instructor and NEED to befriend him now. I also loved how my body felt after the session. I had a cup of coffee at 4pm: great strategy - felt super energized in yoga class! Is there a connection? I loved my low pain / high energy level that day.

Inspiration: writing and illustrating a children's book (found a cute know-it-all book the other day) and founding an online business (listened to one of Christina's Holistic CEO podcast episodes).

Listening to music by Iniko.

Preparing a treasure map for Lian's birthday party.

Heike's surprising rap part in Joyful Joyful.

Buying a big stack of boxes at IKEA. I'm kinda looking forward to organizing my basement compartment now.

Schmand.

Interacting with the little ones in my role as Earth Demon. Mara looking me straight in the face saying "I've seen you somewhere... I KNOW you!" Talking to Ale, meeting Tommy. Getting along fine with Jessy. Retreating to functioning mode but transitioning into a very relaxed night with Christian, Tobi, Tommy and Charlie the cat (who kept jumping on my lap, demanding affection). I had a fit of shivers and C. helped me stay grounded. Felt unreal. Sleeping it off. Meeting the gang again at 4am. Cooking for everyone the next day. And reconnecting with C. After a bad week. He shared his emotions and thoughts with me, said: "WHEN we're vibing we're vibing extremely hard." Sex was intense. He shook my hand afterwards and congratulated me for being part of his most intense sexual experience so far. He tried affirmation porn on me, calling me his Goddess. Mentioned my beautiful face and promised to always be there for me.

A mental image I might have to turn into an actual painting: Nina Hagen dragging me forwards as my inner heroine and Mara holding me back as my little demon because it's not safe to step ahead.

Letting my fingertips run over C's head and face in surprising patterns to the rhythm of the music. He said it felt like a little spider spinning a neuronal network.

My body doing the work for me. I didn't feel like going to Pub Quiz and I actually fell asleep that evening and had to excuse myself after waking up too late.

People staring at me in the morning. Or rather, looking at me as if I'm the most interesting person they've seen that day.

A new haircut! It's layered and light and I have lovely face-framing pieces now.

Buying a strawberry-ice-cream-coloured T-shirt. And Lagerfeld-esque aviator sunglasses. And nail polish in a deep, dark, golden bronze. Just in case.

Thinking about my goals for 2024. The ones that's really help me progress. The scary ones.

A women's Tantra circle at Rote Mondin (a magical yurt right in the middle of the city, next to the train tracks). I noticed how much time I'm spending in masculine energy, and how much easier it often is for me to be "one of the dudes". I felt an impulse to learn more about Tantra and finally read the book I've had for months now. And afterwards, Simone came up to me and asked me about my community in Munich, and electronic music. My gaydar was on, rightfully so. A nice connection.

Unearthing delicious green pesto from my freezer. Thank you, me from the past.

Finally putting on a sweater after having endured the cold for far too long.

Trying out for the solo part in Joyful Joyful. Improving so much in the second round.

Feli sent me a few stickers her friends have made of her. I put one on my water bottle!

Listening to inspiring podcasts in the car.

Smelling of Georg's laundry detergent after our osteopathy sessions.

Wearing yellow.

Being more relaxed at work. I LOVE having two days off now, it makes such a big difference.

Exchanging gifs of our "astral bodies" with Ralf when we wanted to cuddle but were so far apart. His was a proud unicorn with a rainbow mane, mine a cheeky cat. Of course.

Dill pickles.

Building two nifty shelf units for the basement. Starting to unpack all the boxes of art supplies I brought from my old school. It already looks like an art studio or store down there. But I didn't have the energy to declutter yet. There is still so much stuff I don't need. Donate, sell, gift. My mission for next week.

Affluence.

Cuddle movie night at Luna's. Finally seeing Burner friends again after a longer hiatus. Getting freaky with Robert. Playfights, petting Heinrich's cat personality, floating on the K cloud.

Cheering up C in the morning. Going to Anatolian brunch with Luna, Patri, David, Tobi, Lukas and Jazz. Afterwards we went to a pop-up plant sale and I had to advise everyone after they'd found out that I'm a crazy plant lady. Returning to Filzhof with Tobi, ordering pizza and playing a board game together.

What happens to me every few years: I hear the first notes of Madonna's Frozen which reminds me of how fascinating I find the song.

Feeling C's sparkly fire energy inside of me. Simply telling him to "enjoy". Helping him out with identifying the holes in his personality.

Yoga Sunday with Lucie. Meeting her husband Gerald. Dancing and shaking to the beat of the drums with my eyes closed. doTERRA essential oils in Wild Orange and a grounding blend. Drinking infused water, playing with an orange. Singing together, harmonizing. Enjoying the movement and my strength. Falling asleep immediately during the break. Blueberry cake. Feeling all the muscles between my ribs the next day. Waking up to their song in my head: I am the light of my soul, I am beautiful, I am bountiful, I am bliss, I am I am.

Accidentally creating a twinset when I bought a shirt in exactly the same shade of soft green as a cardigan I already had.

Talking with my students about war, stereotypes, human rights and asylum.

Solving a conflict with communication instead of passive aggression.

Feeling snackish. Eating a bunch of raw vegetables with tzatziki. Healthy, crunchy, delicious.

Finally finishing my review for 2023.

Reading Leonora Carrington's biography. I'm so inspired - and I'm realising that I've always been a Surrealism fangirl.

Buying a comfortable bra that actually fits me and gives my boobs a nice shape. What a rarity.

Seeing the fluffy orange neighbour cat for the first time after the winter. And sitting outside on the balcony chair for the first time, too!

Starting to read The Perfectionist's Guide to Losing Control - I felt seen and couldn't put it down.

Seeing Pictures of an Exhibition by Mussorgsky in Gasteig HP8 with my class. It was a lovely concert - with little acts and explanations in-between!

A short trip to Valencia with my bestie. First and foremost, we LOVED the aromatic smell of the orange blossoms everywhere. We noticed it for the first time on our first night, walking over a deserted plaza in the rain. It followed us on our strolls through the city. Walking through the Central Market one morning, there were even more interesting smells. All the fresh fruit and baked goods... So rich! / A cat sleeping in the sunshine behind a homeless man. A dude wearing a red bandana and wide-leg pants. / Taking lots of picture of orange trees instead of the architecture. Creating a photo-love-story of Sash and her food. Modeling my autumn colour outfit in front of an orange wall. / Walking through Ruzafa. Discovering interesting art galleries, used book stores, vintage shops. When I entered Kowalski Cosas Bellas Artes I immediately knew I was in danger zone. So many interesting things to discover! I had such a lovely conversation (in Spanish!!) with the owner and he recommended lots of his favourite museums, bars and restaurants in the area. / Angel numbers following me around as I go, glitter on the floor leading the way. / Warm soft-bake cookies with dark chocolate, walnuts and sea salt. Iced latte. Hot ramen noodle soup with the perfect miso egg. / Cycling through the impressive Ciudad de las Artes y las Ciencias. The Science Museum was super interesting. I learned a lot about space travel and human genetics. And, my favourite thing: watching little chicklets hatching! They looked exhausted but kept hacking at their siblings. Such a special thing to witness! / Touching the Mediterranean. Ice-cream by the sea. How I love a good 180° ocean view. / After the little Surrealism exhibition, we walked through a park and I saw a gorgeous cat cuddling up to a lady on a bench. They both found a friend that afternoon! / Really good interior design and architecture - well, Valencia was the European Capital of Design in 2022 and it shows. We stayed in Casa Clarita, an art hotel designed by Jaime Hayon. / Too much shopping. The Nice Things store. Crush gallery. Vintage stores. / Palm trees against old brick walls. / Inspiring art. Little paintings by Alberto Porta (Zush). / Agua de Valencia in a glass almost as big as my head. We fell asleep early that evening. Strong stuff. / Spending a lot of time with Sash for a change. We don't see each other often anymore but it's nice that we still click. Oh, and finding out that she is a Manifesting Generator, too! Power couple. //

An adorable selfie of Christian and Mara. Felt a little jealous!

Going on a trip down south with Christian and Lian. First we stopped at Chiemsee where we threw gifts for my mum in the water. C. threw a coloured egg, introducing himself to my mum and wishing her Happy Easter. He told her that he is with me now. I brought her crystals and a bunch of flowers, a big orange rose in the middle. I attached a little feather and incense to it and released everything to the water. A fragrant little boat. I sent a few tears after it, they merged with the lake water. I told her I missed her and that I'm so much like her - more and more as time passes. Afterwards we visited C.'s friend and "spirit guide" Gyan who actually reminded me a lot of my mother. A wise older man with a lust for life and a rich past. We ate his delicious apple marzipan and walnut cake with a big dollop of cream. Then we went on a walk down to the river and threw big stones into the water. On the way back, we collected wild garlic and I made pesto which we ate with spaghetti. A beautiful afternoon.

[merthurfics]

Modern Merthur AUs

a fic rec list of some of my favorite modern merlin fics 

Ignorance is Bliss by RoughDraftHero:  Merlin and Arthur work in the same huge office building and see each other nearly every day. Merlin has no idea that Arthur is CEO and flirts outrageously with this random hot guy he keeps seeing on the elevator and in the lobby and around town.

My Density Has Brought Me To You by ingberry: Merlin led the perfect university life during his first semester at uni, but once the second semester comes along, his life goes to absolute shit. When he goes to his RA to get at least some of his problems fixed, Merlin's life manages to get even more complicated.

So Fancy by RoughDraftHero: Merlin is a dishwasher at the fancy restaurant in the super fancy & luxurious hotel owned by the indescribably rich Uther Pendragon.

Here We Go Again (a What's Your Number? AU) by alby_mangroves, daroh:  Merlin’s determined to find the best ex of his life; Arthur, the best sex. Arthur proposes a neighbourly arrangement to get them both what they want. What could possibly go wrong?

a whole lot of history (you and me)  and its remix an indentation in the shape of you (our secret moments) by ladililn:  Merlin grows up in Buckingham Palace. Unfortunately, so does Arthur.

We Need To Talk About Merlin by schweet_heart:  Merlin has a new boyfriend. Morgana doesn't like him. Somehow, Arthur winds up stuck in the middle.  

Not Some Blushing Prude by vintagelilacs: Arthur gets dared to purchase from a sex shop to prove he isn't some delicate, blushing prude, thank you very much, Morgana. He finds he’d much rather take the sales associate home with him than any of the vast assortment of vibrators and dildos. Even if Merlin is the most insufferable person he's ever met.

How to Cock up like a Champion by arthur_pendragon: In which Arthur and Merlin, uni students (and former friends with benefits) who had a spectacular misunderstanding a year ago, are both taken on as interns for Arthur's father's company. Arthur wants to win Merlin back; Merlin couldn't be less interested, or so it seems.

faith and desire and the swing of your hips by ingberry:  Merlin (who works under Lance, who works under him) is grinding on the dance floor at the club in a way that is completely obscene. Arthur can't stop watching. (PWP) 

Alterations by lamardeuse:  Merlin is starting a promising career as a costume designer and doesn't need action hero Arthur mucking it up.

Push My Luck (Can't Get Enough) by  clotpolesonly: “Er,” Merlin said eloquently. “What would you like?”“ What I would like,” the man said in a drawl, “is for my barista to not be out on the pull while he’s supposed to be working. Especially if said barista clearly has terrible taste in men.” Merlin flushed and glanced back down at his mobile. He really hadn’t been looking closely and if he hadn’t been interrupted, he would probably already have forgotten, but with a comment like that, he was fairly certain that he had just swiped left on his next customer.

The Double Single by incapricious: Arthur was supposed to have a single, but instead he has Merlin.

With Perks (or: Clues you are Dating: A Guide by Arthur Pendragon) by  Leandra: Merlin is the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring, sexy. And he's Arthur's best friend. When Merlin suddenly announces that he doesn't want to date right now, it's Arthur who benefits from Merlin's newfound spare time. From friendly dinner dates to watching movies to all the little gestures - where does the friendzone end and something else begin? 

[egcdeath]

first impressions

pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x reader 

summary: [request] “hmm prompts... Ransom introducing you (a total opposite of him) to his family for the first time, or a Thrombey wedding! if you feel like it” i like where your brain is at anon! but why not a little bit of both? ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: pretty fluffy, some angst, toxic family dynamics

author’s note: this has been super lightly edited so pls forgive any mistakes <3 click here if you’d like to be added to my taglist & all reblogs are super appreciated!

You felt slightly out of place driving through the neighborhood of your youth in the passenger seat of Ransom’s beloved Beamer. Thinking of how your parents would react to your boyfriend, let alone his lifestyle of excess, made your heart rate increase, and you shuffled a bit in your seat unconsciously as a result of your nerves. As if he were reading your thoughts, Ransom set a steady hand on your knee and gave it a tiny reassuring squeeze before parking in front of the curb ahead of your home. 

Nervously exiting the vehicle, you watched wordlessly as Ransom grabbed your overnight bags from the trunk, and hauled them over his shoulders. Still saying nothing, you reached out and grabbed Ransom’s hand, constricting his circulation as you strolled up to your door, and rang your own doorbell.

When your mother whipped open the door and offered you an excited grin, you finally were able to let out the breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“Goose!” your mother cheered, squeezing the life out of you while you snuck a glance at Ransom who seemed rather amused by the childhood pet name. “And who’s this?” she asked, pulling away from you and looking him up and down.

“I’m Ransom, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he announced with confidence, offering your mom friendly smile, before glancing back over at you and raising his brows the slightest bit. 

“Finally putting a face to the name, then. I’ve heard all about you from this one. Come on in,” she gestured for the two of you to enter. “Y/N can show you to her room, and dinner will be ready in about a half hour,” with that, your mother was off, and you were once again alone with Ransom.

You showed him up to your room, where he set down the bags and flopped down onto your bright pink duvet.

“Goose, huh?” he questioned, rolling on the hyperfeminine twin mattress. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before sitting down next to the headboard of the bed.

“Do you think she liked me?” Ransom asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “Did you tell her good things about me?”

“Since when do you care about what other people think of you?” you giggled a bit, and planted your fingers in Ransom’s hair. 

“I care because…” he thought for a moment, calculating just how honest he wanted to be. “I care because this is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and I want my future parents-in-law to like me.”

“We’ve been together for like, a year, Ran. But I applaud your commitment to me,” you massaged his scalp as you spoke, and ignored the butterflies floating throughout your torso at his mention of marriage. 

“Well? Do you think she likes me?” he asked once again. 

“Mmm, I like when you care about things,” you pressed a little peck to his forehead, and hovered a bit over his face. “She said like, 20 words to you, max. But after dinner I’m sure they’ll like you. At least I hope they will.”

Ransom playfully swatted at you. “How comforting. Wait, stay right there,” he reached up and held the hand that was massaging his scalp in place. 

——

By the time dinner came around, you seemed to have switched emotions with your partner, as you were feeling much more relaxed, and Ransom on the other hand, was not.

He kept a hand on your knee under the table in what seemed like a grounding technique, squeezing every now and then while your father plated your meals.

“So, how did you two meet?” your father questioned, sitting down beside your mom.

“We met while we were volunteering at the Humane Society together,” you gushed, glancing over at your partner who was nervously sipping his water, then back at your parents. “He always seemed so pissed in the beginning. I mean, the amount of times I saw him growling obscenities while tugging on harnesses, or playing the most unenthusiastic games of fetch I’d ever seen in my life is astounding,” you laughed softly, and looked over at Ransom once again as if you were cueing him to speak.

“Yeah, I really didn’t like it there at first. Not really a dog guy, but my grandad said it was community service or no allowance, and I was not interested in the latter,” he chuckled awkwardly and received confused expressions from your parents, which granted you an SOS squeeze on the knee. 

“Um, anyway, one day we were closing, and I went into the last cat suite, and there grumpy old Ransom was, cuddling with Garfield, you know, the old cat with the three legs, and it was literally the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Especially ‘cause Garfield is so hard to please,'' you paused to take a bite of the food in front of you. “We started talking more after that, then he asked me out, and of course I said yes. I guess the rest is history.”

“Aw, Goose, that’s so cute!” your mom cooed, but the moment didn’t last too long. 

“What do you do for work, Ransom?” Your dad asked, tilting his beer at the man. 

“I’m currently in between jobs. But, uh, I’ve been doing a lot of volunteer work.” 

Your father nodded wordlessly and paused for a second. “Volunteering get you a Beamer?”

“Dad!” You interrupted in a yelp, “please.” You frowned as you looked between the men. 

“Y/N, it��s fine. It’s a good question, but I got it as a gift a few years back. And, you know, my family’s comfortable.”

Before your father could respond, your mom popped in to save the conversation. “No money talk at the table, please. Tell me more about your relationship,” she gave both of you a sympathetic look. 

——

After that, dinner went on without much of a hitch, and you agreed upon doing the dishes with your mother while your father and boyfriend prepared a little fire outside.

“He seems sweet,” she commented after a long period of silence. 

“I’m glad you think so. He was really worried about you not liking him, and honestly, I was too,” you rinsed the last glass before setting it in your dishwasher.

“I just want you to be careful, okay? When you have that much money, people do strange things, or say things they don’t mean and expect you to just take it. He seems like a good boy, but just don’t let your guard completely down. The last breakup you went through-“

“Stop, I get it,” you sighed softly. 

“This doesn’t mean I don’t like him. I just don’t want to see you that hurt again,” she gave your arm a soft squeeze. “Let’s go stop your dad from catching a murder charge,” she beckoned you to follow her out to the backyard, where your boyfriend and dad were… laughing together? If you weren’t so relieved, it’d almost be off-putting. 

The rest of the night went alarmingly well, Ransom finding a way to bond with both of your parents after an awkward first half of the evening. As the two of you crawled into your tiny bed and spooned while drifting off to sleep, Ransom slurred a tired ‘I think they liked me,’ into your ear. 

From that point on, Ransom’s position within your family only became better. For the first time, he was welcomed into a familial environment that wasn’t more toxic than a Chernobyl cooling tower, and Ransom was loving it. After suggesting to spend that year’s Thanksgiving at your parents’ home, spending the holidays with the L/N family became a frequent occurrence for the two of you. 

Though you occasionally wondered why you were four years into a relationship with the man, and still hadn’t met his family, which to your understanding, was rather large, you had better things to concern yourself with. You understood and respected that Ransom’s relationship with his own family wasn't the best, from the little that he shared with you, but occasionally curiosity often got the best of you.

Yet, things seemed to shift after your engagement. In the midst of dress fittings and cake tastings, Ransom had decided that it was finally time for you to meet the rest of the Thrombey clan, and that there was no better time than Harlan’s book release party, which was being celebrated out in California, at the Thrombey Vineyard.

In your years of relationship, you’d become no stranger to luxury, and the finer things in life, but arriving at the Vineyard put you in awe at just how affluent these people were. Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re one of the great writers of your time, and your offspring go off to become equally “self-made” successes.

You were a bit tired from the three hour difference between Boston and Sonoma Valley, and as soon as you hopped out of the car at the vineyard, you could only think of getting to your room, out of your baggy travel clothes, and to sleep as soon as possible. 

Trailing behind Ransom, you looked around at the vast expanse of crop-filled land around you in astonishment while you walked up the cement path to the mansion, not really noticing the petite woman with curled blonde hair, and an oversized straw hat approaching you. 

“Oh gosh, you must be Y/N!” she said gleefully. “I’m Joni. I’ve seen you all over Ranny’s Insta,” she paused and looked you up and down. “Well, you do look a little different there,” she chuckled.

“That’s great, Joni. Maybe you can Tweet about how exhilarating and life changing this experience has been for you to all your little pyramid scheme friends.”

“You’re always so rude, Hugh,” she sneered.

“I forgot about your chronic victimhood. Goodbye, Joan,” he rolled his eyes, and practically tugged you inside the massive building in front of you, before dragging you up the stairs. You were honestly in a little bit of shock at seeing how nasty Ransom got from just a small interaction.

You set your Louis Vuitton Keepal, and aluminum suitcase down on the granite floor of the bedroom, before flopping down, and spreading your limbs out on the massive memory foam bed that sat in the center of the room, “What was that, Ran?” you questioned as he sprawled out next to you.

“The reason why I didn’t want you to meet them. They’re like sharks, looking for anything that even resembles blood in the water,” he threw an arm around you and yawned. “We can talk about this in the morning, though. Right now, I think that both of us need a shower.”

“Speak for yourself, you stink bug.”

“But what if I get lonely in there?” 

“Fine,” you huffed, moving his arm off of you, and heading off to the en-suite. 

That night, as you stared at the blank wall in a vain attempt to quiet your mind enough to fall asleep, you questioned if coming to meet Ransom’s family was more of a mistake than you initially anticipated.

The next morning felt a bit frantic. You and Ransom woke up a few hours before everyone else, as they’d been in California for a few days now and had adjusted to the time difference, while you two had not. An in-house chef made you two a gourmet buffet of a meal while housekeepers laid out your clothes back in your room, and you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the sudden interferences in your life. Though it was nice to not have to do all of the work, you weren’t sure how you felt about other people doing it for you. 

The majority of your day felt similar to that morning. You quickly realized that Ransom’s fortune was just a small portion of the Thrombey estate, and that his family were essentially a bunch of monsters with money. Throughout the day of horse riding, wine tasting, and wine painting workshops, you couldn’t help but notice how they turned their noses up at you, treating you, and the staff working at the vineyard, like some sort of outsider. 

Your alienation only became more apparent during Harlan’s celebratory dinner, when insults and sneers were tossed at both you and Ransom for being together. 

“Are you trying to get revenge on us, or something?” Richard asked at one point, gesturing to you, and catching you completely off guard, 

“Why would you say something like that?” Ransom asked, trying not to let his offence show as his jaw clenched.

“It’s just not like you to want to settle down, especially with someone like… her,” he spoke about you like you weren’t sitting right there.

“No, I agree,” Walt added. “For once in our lives I agree with you,” he laughed aloud, and a few other folks at the table laughed with him. “Can you believe that after all these years, we’re bonding over Ransom’s little girlfriend?” 

You weren’t even sure how to react, so you laughed awkwardly along with them, and stared blankly at the vast expanse of grape trees behind the row of Thrombey and their friends. What you would give to sprint out into that, and never come back. 

Ransom looked to you in your obvious discomfort, and grabbed your knee, offering it a little reassuring squeeze before he interrupted them. 

“You know what? All of you dickheads can eat shit. Y/N is really the only person who matters to me at this point, and you pricks need to respect that. Hell, you need to respect her.” 

“Look at little Ranny, getting all soft,” Walt chided. 

He ignored the comment and continued on, “And If I don’t start hearing apologies soon, every single one of your wedding invites have a one way ticket to the shredder.”

A silence fell over the table. You were a bit surprised too, since your invites had already gone out, and Harlan was the only Thrombey to receive one.

“...You’re getting married?” Meg asked, breaking the silence. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?” 

“Why do you think?” you muttered, pushing around a few things on your plate before standing up, and pushing your chair away. “Excuse me.”

You knew that by leaving, you were only opening yourself up for more criticism, but you genuinely weren’t sure that you’d be able to take one more second of hostility. You pushed your chair back in, before heading off the patio, into the gigantic home, and up to the room that you’d claimed.

You rolled on top of the bed, and screamed into a feather filled pillow. It wasn’t too long after when tears stung your eyes as you came to the conclusion that these monsters were just a few months away from becoming your in-laws.

You thought you’d heard the most of it after the table, yet a prompt knocking at your door proved otherwise. Letting herself in, you turned to face Ransom’s mother herself, and you just knew that you were in for it.

“Listen, you whore,” Linda began in a sharp, yet quiet tone, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with my son. Isolate him from us. Try to ‘change him’ like I know you think you’re doing. But just know that at the end of the day, he’ll always pick us. You’ll always be the second choice, especially when Ransom realizes that you barely have a dime to your name, and his bank account starts to runs dry,” she approached you, and pointed an accusatory finger towards you. “You’ll never be anything but a disgusting, sloppy little gold digger. You may be his toy of the week, but at the end of the day, you’re just an afterthought. I suggest that you get out of his life sooner than later. I’m sure Ransom wouldn’t mind, considering we already have your replacement with one foot in the door,” she gestured over to the window facing the back patio, where Ransom was chatting with a brunette woman that appeared to be quite a few years younger than himself.

“You’re cute, Y/N. Really! It’s cute that you’re thinking right now that he would never leave you, cheat on you with some new, younger, hotter piece of ass. Just know that you don’t know Ransom as well as you really think you do. I can promise you, it’ll be much easier to break off an engagement than it’ll be to get a divorce. Especially with that prenup he’s considering dropping on your desk any day.” she tutted as if she cared. “Well, sweetheart, it was great meeting you. I’m glad that these were our first and last words together,” she gave your back a pat before leaving the room, and you looked out the window in shock. 

Shaking as you dig into the pocket of your sundress, you sent Ransom a simple ‘help’ message, before setting your phone aside and trying to pack your belongings in as quick of a manner as possible.

When Ransom opened the door, a steady stream of tears and mascara was staining your face, while you urgently threw things into your suitcase.

“Goose, what happened?” he gasped, hurrying over to your kneeling form, and setting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Why,” you sniffled. “Why would you let her come up here and say all that shit to me!” you croaked, swatting his hand away from you. 

“What?” he watched as you pressed down on the overfilled suitcase and frantically attempted to zip it, to no avail. “Linda said she was gonna come apologize?”

“Telling me that I’ll never be enough for you is just a perfect apology,” you muttered, “I need to go home.”

“God,” he grumbled to himself, “This is exactly why I waited so long for them to meet you. Okay, we can go home then. I’ll buy us tickets right now.”

“This is on you too, Ransom. You didn’t tell them about us, like, at all. You had so much time! You couldn’t give Linda a call and say ‘hey I’ve been seeing this girl’ or even tell Harlan to deliver the message for you?” you hiccuped, but continued. “All of this could’ve been avoided if they had four years to adjust to our relationship. Maybe then they wouldn’t call me a whore and a gold digger every other sentence.”

“I was just trying to protect you from them,” he frowned.

You finally managed to zip up the suitcase, and stood up along with it, “well, you clearly did a great job of that.” 

You dusted off the skirt of your dress, and grabbed your phone. “I’ll let you know when our car gets here,” you huffed before walking into the en-suite and closing the door behind you, just to have a moment for yourself (and make yourself look a bit more put together before you leave.)

A tense car ride, and awkward flight later, you marched straight into the guest bedroom, and cocooned yourself under a copious amount of blankets. You felt like you stayed there for years, only getting out of bed to shower and use the restroom, and living off of the crustless sandwiches and jarred spaghetti your fiancé brought to your door. 

You slept most of the time, and in the moments you weren’t sleeping, you were dwelling on every vicious word thrown at you at the vineyard. Every day, you listened to Ransom apologize through the door, yet every day, you questioned if going through with the wedding was truly the wisest idea. 

A few days into your stay in the guest bedroom, you finally allowed Ransom to stay in the room for more than just dropping off food. He sat down next to you in bed, and cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly back and forth against the skin. 

“I don’t know how I can make things right for you,” he said softly. “I really did set you up, and I didn’t even mean to. I should’ve made better decisions, but I can’t change four years ago. But I can keep those heinous people away from you. They’ll never have the chance to do, or say anything like that to you again, okay?” his thumb caught on a tear, which he promptly wiped away. “Just… please don’t leave me. The bed feels too empty without you, and it’s just been a few days. I can’t imagine feeling that emptiness for the rest of my life.”

You whimpered and sat up, abruptly embracing the broad man. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let your idiot family make me question the validity of our relationship,” you muttered into his shirt. 

“I promise you you’ll never have to worry about them again. They had their opportunity to make things right, and they missed it.”

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Things were more or less smooth sailing after that fiasco. You found your perfect venue, decided on your ideal Honeymoon spot, and finished your seating arrangements with time to spare, and the next thing you knew your wedding day was around the corner. 

It all seemed to happen so fast, one second you were being walked down the aisle, the next, exchanging vows and rings as aisles of your friends and family members cheered for you, Y/N Drysdale.

Your reception also seemed to slip right through your fingers, your first dance, toasts and cake cutting finding itself over almost as soon as it started. You were grateful that you hired a wedding videographer, as the day was so overwhelming, you weren’t quite sure how much of it you’d remember. 

As you drove off to the airport, Ransom set his hand upon your knee one more time. A warm, fuzzy feeling formed in your chest at the all too familiar gesture. You turned your head from the window to your husband, who was grinning back at you, and couldn’t help but to think of how perfect your wedding ended up, though it felt like it sped by quickly. More than anything, you were grateful that you didn’t give up on Ransom despite his interesting family. 

[wizkiddx]

hiii could you do one of tom asking your dad to marry you?? thankuuuuu

okay so I don't believe in boys having to ask the dads, because we are strong independent QUEENS and no man owns me ever, but I hope this is still okay <33

not proof read and written super quick so sorry!

summary: Tom's terrified to ask your dad a very particular question question

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“Mr Y/l/n” Tom called your dads attention from the dishwasher he was loading up. The holidays spent at your parents meant a lot of good things- but mainly food. So much so the dishwasher was almost continually on, just so you didn’t run out of crockery.

“Its Y/d/n Tom, we’ve been through this.” He was joking but with your Dad - Tom could never really tell. At heart your dad was an absolute softie, except no one really saw that except your mum and you. Always a daddies girl, Tom knew how much your dad had meant to you. He had guessed before he’d met you parents , that he would be protective.

And that he was, never frontally rude or cruel. It was more subtle - though to Tom it was very damn clear, he had his doubts. As a people pleaser, Tom didn’t like the fact he didn’t like him. Time and time again, he’d tried to prove just how much you meant to him and yet it seemed to fall on deaf ears. So three years down the line, it was safe to say he was bloody terrified. Heart-in-mouth sort of event. Tom did a lot of ‘terrifying things’: talking to massive studio heads; going on stage with thousands of people screaming; jumping out a plane even.

But no, a single conversation with your dad had his adrenaline going like nobodies business. Asking to marry you.

“You going to just stand their gawking? I hope the moviestar doesn’t make my Y/n do all the housework?”

“No sir I-of course I don’t” Stammering his way through with wide eyes, Tom practically leapt across the kitchen to the opposite side of the dishwasher to your dad. Secretly your Dad was chuckling away to himself, taking absolute delight in how terrified the ‘movie star’ was of him, but managed to keep a steely outershell. In silence, the two uunloaded the dishwasher, Tom desperately racking his brains for conversation starters.

This is what he did for a living, learnt the speech he’d spent hours preparing, then retell it. Why then, was Tom having such an issue with the script he’d arguable practiced the most? Deciding he needed a buffer, Tom went to the safe space of small talk.

“So how was the pub? Y/n said you were meeting some old friends?”

“Watched the match, bloody awful game and Wilks was crap, I don’t know why he even started.” Now this football talk was something Tom felt safe in. He had learnt as much as he could about your dads team - just so there was some mutual conversation.

“Yeh tell me about it, I caught the last half. Though the ref made so bad decisions too, that penalty never really was VAR or not.”

“Thats the most respectable thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

The next couple of minutes were spent with both men raving fanatically, letting all their anger out on the pretty subpar game this afternoon. In fact, Tom swore your dad actually laughed along with him at one point. Admittedly he’d caught himself almost immediately- but for two seconds, he had cracked it.

With the last mug placed in the cabinet, Tom was quite frankly shocked at what your dad said next. He had presumed that since it was late and everyone else was in bed, Y/d/n wouldn’t want quality time with his daughters boyfriend.

“You fancy a nightcap son?”

He’d never called Tom that either. Frankly, you dad preferred the nickname ‘moviestar’ because he knew it infuriated Tom. Made the tips of his ears flush bright red, that was Toms tell - one that your dad had noticed too early on.

Jerkily Tom nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he followed the elder man to the sitting room - where he kept the scotch glasses and bottle. No sooner had the drinks been poured, that Tom practically exploded with his thoughts.

“Mr Y/l/n-sorry I mean Y/d/n I-I um I needed to ask you something.” All he got was a long sigh and a nod, encouraging him to continue. “I-uhm….”Tom scoffed, clearing his throat because all of a sudden it felt like he hadnt had a drink in 10 hours, mouth completely dry.

“Well first off-and all respect. I know I don’t have to ask you. Y/n is the most independent and strong woman and we aren’t living in the 1950s. But, well but she loves you alot.” Tom stressed that last point especially, looking up to your dads poker face. It put him off for moment.

It was just how grumpy he looked, it was bloody terrifying. Taking a big gulp of the malty liquid, Tom steeled himself once again. “ And she respects you, your opinion always matters and I’d never come between that. And Y/n, she likes her traditions right? Like the stupid hat game you all play at Christmas dinner which makes no sense to me? Or the puzzle that you don’t start till everyone’s pretty drunk and tired at 3 o’clock in the morning on christmas? So that is… uhm thats why I’m asking you.”

Again all Tom was met with was a stern gaze, once again taking another generous sip of the scotch.

“Look I know you have your doubts about me- “ That got a response, a snort of agreement from your dad as if saying ‘you think’.

“But-but I really love your daughter. She’s my whole world and I can’t imagine being without her. And I know my lifestyle probably doesn’t fit with how you imagined your daughter to have. I mean-I’m not always at home and I’m away for months but- but…. look.” Tom sighed, shifting awkwardly on the sofa to directly face your dads armchair. “When I’m homesick and tired and grouchy from filming and I get back to the hotel I facetime Y/n. Everyday. And just seeing her smile, you-you know, the really soft small one that makes her dimples pop out? One look at that smile and everythings fine. Because all I’m thinking about is seeing that smile for the rest of my life. When she finds out she’s pregnant with our kid, when we’re taking them to college. I mean even when we’re 80 and probably sick of each other- she’ll still have that little smile that puts me into this sort of stupor. I just- I love her. And I’d do anything for her, I always will, I promise you that. So-so” With a shaky breath, Tom delivered his hitline.

“This is me just letting you know that I’m going to ask her to marry me and- I really hope she says yes.”

Tom was almost out of breath, and the breath he did have was shaky, looking up desperately at the older man across from him. He watched with wide eyes as your Dad placed his glass back on the drinks table with a clink, before leaning forward and standing up from the chair. He groaned slitghtly at the movement (his knees werent what they used to be) and took the two steps forward to be stood right infront of Tom’s seat. In that moment, Tom honestly thought he was getting a punch to the jaw at the very least. Afterall, he had just pretty much demanded that he were to propose to you.

As he braced for impact, tensing all his muscles, instead what he felt was a light pat to his right shoulder. Tom trailed his eyes up your dads figure to see what he thought was a gentle smile on his face too. Though he hadn’t ever seen your Dad smile at him before, so couldn’t say for certainty.

“You’re a good kid Tom, and you make Y/n very happy. Just pull yourself together when you ask her alright son? Didn’t think moviestars got stage fright.” And with that, your dad turned his back, heading toward the doorway that lead to the stairs to the bedrooms. Stunned, it took a moment or two before Tom processed - long enough that he had to leap up and call your dads name to get him to halt in the hallway.

“So is that a yes? You’re giving me permssion?”

“Oh Tom….” Your dad sighed in the lowlight of the hallway, in a more muted voice - now they were closer to the bedrooms where both you and your mum were sleeping peacefully. “ You already said, Y/n is strong and fiercely independent. I don’t control her, heck I don’t think she’s ever listened to me and never will. But…. for the record, I hope she says yes too and… I know she will.”

Scoffing in excitement, Tom combed a hand through his scalp, feeling such a wave of relief it was almost indescribable as your dad turned and trudged up the stairs. Once he heard the door of your parents bedroom close, he couldn’t help himself. He ran back into the kitchen, where he preceded to do an excited jumpy dance thing.

Because it meant a lot. To have your dads approval, to have your dads support. That meant the world. Not only for the sake of proposing but also, everything Tom said was true. He wanted to build a family with you - which meant that man was going to be the grandparents to your kids one day. That man had helped to craft you into the person you were today - his ‘person’. His perfect angelic, sweet woman.

Whenever he felt this excited, this happy, this elated - theres only one person he wants to be with. So, after turning all the lights off and checking the doors were locked (with a very obvious spring in his step) he then hopped up the stairs. Tiptoeing around, he got ready for bed in no time, before getting to the highlight of each evening.

Delicately he crawled into bed, sliding under the covers, so as to not disturb you. Naturally though, feeling the bed dip made you turnover- hooking your legs round his and resting your head on his chest. Tom chuckled quietly at your cuteness, stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb. It was enough to rouse you awake, enough to make you acutely aware of the thundering sound from his chest. With tired eyes, you propped your chin on his breastbone looking up at him with concern.

“You alright T? Hearts really racing.” He only replied with this loopy lovesick grin, his right hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Go back to sleep darling, I’m okay.” He did look okay, but he was almost too smiley and even with a foggy sleepy brain, you were still suspicious.

“Whats going on, you’re being weird?”

“Nothing…. your dad and me just had a chat… He called me son.” That shocked you too - clearly the conversation you’d had with him about being nicer to Tom had rubbed off.

“He did?”

“He did…. you are beautiful you know?” Now he was definitely being weird. You furrowed your eyebrows, as if trying to read his mind because something odd was going on in there.

“Now you’re just being creepy. What’s up?”

Tom just leant forward to kiss your forehead, then pulled you down onto his chest.

“I just love your family and I love you, you know that?”

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Because my parents are literally in the next room.”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

It Was You (Part Two)

A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

Read Part One Here!

A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo​. This chapter and others will fill the square of ‘fake dating’. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 3284

Series Warnings: angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

Jensen returned home right around 3:30 and went to his place to grab the beer he’d promised Y/n before heading to her apartment, his mind still reeling from the conversation he’d had with Stacy.

Letting himself in, as he always did, Jensen called as soon as he stepped into the entryway, “Sweetheart? It’s me.”

When he entered, he found you lying on the couch with your arm covering your eyes, and soft sniffles were coming from your direction. You were huddled in a mess of blankets and tissues littered the floor surrounding you.

Jensen quickly set the beer on the counter and hurried to you, kneeling on the rug in front of your sofa and reaching towards you. “Hey… Y/n, what’s wrong?”

Pulling your arm away from your face, he was met with puffy, red eyes. You’d been crying.

“Oh, nothing.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes. “I just got dumped, is all.”

You quickly sat up as Jensen climbed onto your couch and pulled you into his arms. Honestly, it wasn’t that you were broken hearted in any way. Sure, Stephen had been nice and sweet, and you were sad to lose him in a way, but the tears were more for your own sorrow of no longer being with someone, which seemed to be more often than not lately.

“I just don’t understand. What is it about me that I can’t just be with someone?” You cried.

Jensen simply swayed you back and forth as you curled into his chest and crawled into his lap. After a few minutes, you wiped your eyes once again as he said, “You know, any guy would have to be crazy for letting you go.”

It was another little jab to the heart, but he wouldn’t know why. You straightened up and took a deep breath. Your head was beginning to hurt from crying, and at this point you needed that beer he brought over. Running your hands through your hair, as you sat on the edge of the couch, Jensen seemed to read your mind as he quickly got up and returned with an opened beer for you.

“Thanks, Jay.” You said, taking a long drink.

He bent down and kissed your head before retreating to your kitchen. Peering over the island, you saw him taking down pots and pans and grabbing ingredients out of your fridge.

“What are you doing?” you called, standing and bringing your beer with you, leaning on the counter and watching him move from one end to the other as he emptied the contents of his arms onto the countertop.

“Well, it may not be your mom’s recipe, but I’m going to make you some chili. I know you were probably really looking forward to it, and I’m not gonna’ to let you go hungry.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can still cook.” You objected, even though the thought was exhausting in itself.

Jensen turned to you and began to chop an onion after setting the pot on the stove, “Nope. You sit your cute butt right there and watch me work.” He replied with a wink.

Smiling, you sat at your kitchen island and tried to avoid being a back-seat chef and allowed him to take the reins. He was a great cook, so you didn’t mind letting him do so. It wasn’t long before he had you laughing and clutching your sides. Between the way he was dancing around the kitchen and cursing when he made a mess, your mind had been cleared and you were in a much better mood. The situation with Stephen sucked, sure, but it wasn’t the worst breakup you’d endured. You’d find the one, eventually.

Jensen made the cornbread and put it in the oven while the chili simmered and came to sit on the stool next to you, bumping your shoulder with his and swiping your beer to finish it.

Clearing his throat, he dared to ask, “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You grabbed the bottle back from him, if only to hold and begin peeling the label, needing to fidget with something in your hands, “It’s not a big deal, really. It’s not like I’m super upset about it. Honestly, you were right. Stephen wasn’t the most exciting person, and I don’t think we really meshed well. He was sweet and everything, but I knew it wasn’t going to work out. It’s more of the fact that I was dumped, again. If you’re not in love, it’s easy to get over. Your hearts not broken.”

“I know, sweetheart. Trust me.” Jensen said with a small sigh.

“Have you ever been heartbroken, Jay?” you asked in a whisper.

“You remember when Allie dumped me the summer before senior year?” he laughed. “You never left my side. That was more of a high school type heartbreak though. I don’t know if that was real, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. Really. I’m sad about Stephen, but not in a heartbreak type of way.”

“What about you?” Jensen asked.

“Hmm?”

“Have you, uh… have you ever had your heart broken?”

You stiffened in his hold and took a deep breath, “Once.”

“Really?” he probed. “Who was it? Was it Tyler?”

You snorted, “Tyler was in tenth grade, dude.”

“I know, but still. I’ll kick his ass. Or whoever it was.”

A nervous bubble caught in your throat. He didn’t know, and he shouldn’t. “It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.”

“Well, again. They’re an idiot, whoever they are. Besides, you’ll always have me.”

You gave him a small smile, hoping to hide the pain that the memories brought with them.

Jensen draped his arm across your shoulders, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you shook off the emotions from so long ago.

You continued, “He, um… he asked me about you, right before we had lunch. I don’t think he liked how close we are.”

Jensen pulled back a bit, an unreadable expression on his face, but you were quick to grab his hand and tug him back towards you, lacing your fingers with his, “but, I don’t care. I don’t want to be with anyone who can’t respect this friendship. We’ve been through everything together.”

With that, he smiled and squeezed your hand, bending his elbow so that you were almost in a headlock and he could plant his lips to your forehead. He lingered for a moment as you both sat, tangled in each other’s arms. He released your hand and ran his soothingly along your side before getting up to stir the chili.

It was true. You didn’t care who came along, Jensen would always be your best friend.

The two of you ate seated on your oversized sofa and watched Elf, a favorite of yours and Jensen’s, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Jensen was right – it wasn’t your mom’s chili, but it was damn good. Grabbing the last spoonful, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped as it landed on your tongue. Jensen’s eyes snapped to you, the sound making something within him stir.

Dropping the spoon in your bowl, you set it on the coffee table and leaned back, satisfied.

“That was amazing, dude. Remind me to tell you to cook more often.”

He laughed, grabbing your bowl and his and setting to work at the sink to load the dishwasher. You got up to help, but he snapped his fingers, making you sit back down with a grin.

“So, how was your meeting with Stacy today?”

He wiped his hands on the dish towel that hung on his shoulder after cutting of the sink, “Oh, uh…” he paused, looking down and busying himself with starting the dishwasher. “She brought me a script. It’s a different character, to say the least. A single dad who meets a small-town woman when he moves to a new place with his kids.”

“That’s interesting. What’d you think of it?”

“She’s going to send in my stuff, and we’ll see how that goes. I wouldn’t mind getting it… could be pretty cool.” He shrugged casually, but something in his expression told you he really wanted it. “It’s a really competitive part, though. A lot of interest, so she wants me to keep up my image.”

He returned to join you on the couch with a fresh beer, casually draping his legs across your lap as you asked, “What does that mean? You’ve got a good image. You’re not scandalous or anything.”

“Yeah, but I’m a ‘bachelor’.” He replied, using air quotes to indicate that Stacy used that term specifically. “She thinks I’d have a better shot at the part if I were in a relationship or something. Even threw around the idea of just finding someone to help me out for a bit so I could look like a committed man.” He huffed out a laugh at the ridiculous request.

You’d heard of some of the lengths agents would go through, but you could never imagine being asked to do something like that, even from your own. “You mean, like… a fake girlfriend?”

Leaning his back against the armrest, he stretched out as you scooted closer, with his knees coming to rest over your thighs and his legs extended as you both got comfortable. “Apparently, but I told her it was a bad idea. I wouldn’t feel right finding some random girl and selling a rouse.”

You nodded, your hands casually laying over his strong thighs, “That doesn’t sound like you, so yeah… I get how that could be hard.”

He sighed heavily before sipping his beer once more. Gruffly, he seemingly put the issue to bed for the time being, “Yeah, well you know how it is. If I get it, cool. If not, oh well. I’ll just keep up my appearances. Besides, I get to go to work with you every day now. Wouldn’t want to change that, right?” he nudged you with his foot, grinning at you.

Jensen had encouraged you to apply for a position on the show in season two and you were lucky enough to be considered. He’d been so excited that he’d flown you up from your shared hometown. Prior to that, you hadn’t seen him much since he moved to L.A. shortly after you’d both turned 18. The haunting memory of him driving away crept up as you studied his face, looking very much like the boy you’d always known but also the man he’d grown into. It’s in the past, you thought to yourself as you quelled the small amount of lingering feelings of that day.

You simply smiled back, finding yourself a bit lost in thought.

“Hey.” Jensen said, grabbing your attention. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Just thinking.”

“About the Stephen thing?”

You realized in that moment that you hadn’t thought about Stephen since Jensen started cooking dinner. He’d done a great job of distracting you, but you also didn’t want him to know what you were thinking about. “Actually, no. I think you helped out a bit with that.”

A proud expression donned his features as he puffed his chest, obviously pleased that he completed his mission successfully. You chatted a bit more until you grabbed your tablet to do a bit of shopping and you both fell into a comfortable silence. You turned away to hide the item that you’d added to your cart, seeing as it was a little something extra for him. Pleased with the items you’d found for your family back home, and that they’d get to you before your flight in a few weeks, you placed your tablet on the coffee table before snuggling into Jensen’s side, who was enthralled with the animated Rudolph film playing on your TV. He was always a sucker for Christmas movies, though he might not confess that to anyone but you.

The stress of the day began to wear on you, and you soon found yourself drifting off. Between your comfy pajamas and Jensen’s heartbeat in your ear, you fell into a peaceful sleep.

 You awoke the next morning to the sunrise shining faintly through the curtains adorning your living room windows, confused to find yourself in the room. With a sleepy mind, you slowly shifted as you began to stretch your limbs but froze slightly when you met resistance. Eyes widening, still heavy with sleep, you came to find yourself snuggled against Jensen’s chest with the blanket from the back of your couch draped over you both. Your back was towards the cushions as you lay on your side, tucked beneath his shoulder and curled into his body with legs tangled beneath you. He was on his back, his one arm securely wrapped around your shoulders and the other resting on his midsection and your forearm that was enclosed around his trim waist. As gently as you could, afraid he might wake, you tilted your head to gaze at his sleeping form. His face was peaceful as he slept, his mouth slightly open and his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm.

Content to savor the moment, you allowed yourself to revel in the feeling of being in his arms and nestled a bit further into the blankets, finding the chill of the morning slightly eased from his body heat.

You awoke again a bit later, when the sun had settled high in the sky, roused by something feathering across your cheek.

Jensen’s velvety voice jogged your sleepy mind, “Y/n? You awake?”

His thumb was slowly caressing across the apples of your cheekbones, the touch sending a shockwave through every inch of your body and straight to your chest. When you opened your eyes, he was peering down at you still in his arms with so much emotion behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite read. He smiled warmly, his dimples, freckles, and crinkles all present in the light. He was looking at you with such adoration that it made your heart skip a beat.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Came his usual greeting, but you couldn’t help but shiver at the gruffness and tone, stealing a glance at his lips. “Did you sleep well?”

Tearing your eyes from his face, you stretched slightly, “I did. Very well, actually. You’re a nice pillow.”

He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath your head, “Yeah, I guess I am. I was gonna move you to bed, but I didn’t want to wake you. And I’ll say, I was quite comfy myself.”

Jensen ran his hands up and down your side and back, almost as if it was second nature to do so, before he moved to sit up. You did so first, giving him the space to swing his legs over the edge of the couch and set to work at the coffee maker. Taking a moment to head to the bathroom and brush your teeth, you smiled finding him with your mug already at the windowsill.

“Thank you.” You said, picking it up and taking a seat across from him.

“Thank you for the sleepover.” He grinned, toasting towards you with his own cup.

After a few moments of chit chat about how happy you both were that the snow had lasted, you made you both breakfast and ate together at your kitchen island.

“So, what are you going to do about Stacy’s idea? Have you given it any more thought?” you asked around a mouthful of bacon.

“Actually, um… yeah. I have.”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed that it sounded like he was considering her proposition of getting a girlfriend to help his image, but urged him continue none-the-less, “Oh, yeah?”

“I was—I was actually thinking about it this morning. What if—and you can totally say no—but what if you were my pretend girlfriend?” he proposed, looking toward you nervously.

Nearly choking on your breakfast, sure you’d heard him incorrectly, you stared at him in surprise, “Are you serious, Jay?”

“Well, it was just a thought, you know. The fans think I’m with you, anyway, considering they know how close we are and have always been. You’re all over my social media already and I get a ton of comments about you all the time. It would be a cute story, but I totally understand if that’s pushing things too far.”

Still in shock, you hardly registered the sip of coffee you’d taken before putting your mug back on the counter. Your arms and legs felt like Jell-O as he looked at you expectantly.

“Are you sure I’m the type of girl Stacy had in mind? I mean, you’re you ya know. I’m hardly a celebrity or anything and I don’t have a ton of clout. What would the story be?”

He perked up a bit, seemingly please that you were asking more questions. Maybe that meant you were considering it. “It might be good to play the childhood sweetheart angle, but this would only ever happen if you were 100% okay with it. I’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable in any way. Then, maybe after a few months, we decide to just stay friends. We wouldn’t even need to necessarily announce it to the world or anything but getting people to talk wouldn’t hurt and we just wouldn’t correct the rumors.” He looked into your eyes and took your hand in his, “Y/n, I swear… if it’s too much you can call me crazy and it’ll be no hard feelings whatsoever. No job or role would ever be enough that I’d jeopardize anything with you. It was really just an idea that I had, and it can be shot back out into the abyss and we can forget it ever came up.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, considering his proposition. It wouldn’t be so hard to fake it for a bit, would it? It’s not like much would change. You were already always together, and yeah, people had been speculating about the two of you for years, especially when you started working on set. “What about our families, Jay? What would we tell them?”

He considered your point for a moment. Both sets of parents had been friends for more than thirty years and would no doubt be aware of the rumors once they started, but again that wasn’t anything new. They’d been answering the same questions about you as a pair since you were kids. “We can tell them we’re together, or not. It would be whatever you choose, but we can always keep things vague for a while. We can even chat with Stacy together and see what would be needed, but it’s all totally up to you.”

Running it through your mind in that moment, it didn’t seem much different than what you and Jensen already were – best friends that everyone, everyone speculated about. Giving Jensen the opportunity to appear he had settled down wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it?

With a hint of a smile, you nodded, “Okay.”

“Wait, really?” he said, an obvious shock written across his face.

“Yeah… I mean it’s like you said. Not much would be different anyways, right? We can meet with Stacy, for sure, but it’s alright with me.”

He pulled you in for a tight hug, “You’re seriously the best, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m going to treat you like the queen you are for as long as this goes on. You’re gonna get spoiled.”

“Well, then…” you teased, patting his back as he kept you in his arms, “At least I’m getting something out of the deal.”

“Oh, trust me, Y/n. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.”

Suddenly, you thought maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all, given the way your blood began to rush as he shot you a wink.

To be continued...

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[mytwinklelights]

A Reunion - Part 1 | Peter Parker x Stark! GN Reader

A/N: Remember over a month ago when I wrote this preview and didn’t post again? Oops sorry, I had to take a little break from tumblr because I was reading way too much fanfic. But now I’m back, just to post, still no reading for a while! Umm but yeah, here’s the first part! I can’t guarantee when part 2 will be posted but it’ll definitely be within the next 2 weeks! I hope you like it, please let message me with any feedback because I need validation to stay motivated lol

Summary: Y/N is an Avenger, the youngest Avenger. Then, Peter Parker comes along and they’re happy to finally have someone their age to hang out with, even if it was the boy they spent their senior year of high school crushing over.

Content Warnings: I don’t think there are any - let me know if I missed any though!

Genres: Friends to lovers, Stark! Reader, Frequent cameos from Avengers and them being cute, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2019

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“Alright gang.” Tony begins, standing in front of all the Avengers at the end of a large oval table in the conference room.

“I’m sure you’ve seen these ‘viral videos’ of this Spider-Boy kid swinging around the city and being a friendly neighbourhood vigilante. Well, Happy and I have managed to track him down and he’s agreed to join the team”

“Viral videos of superheroes?” Steve exclaims, looking at Tony whilst tilting his head and looking genuinely exhausted. “I’m still catching up on these keyboard cats and kids biting fingers”.

I giggle. Having Steve around was just the same as having an uncle you saw once the year who lived of the grid. He was extremely sweet, but utterly clueless to anything other than his job. But I mean, that job does include fighting evil aliens.

“Anyway…” Tony continues as the other Avengers chuckles die down after Steve’s outcry “he arrived not too long ago. Happy is next door giving him all the T&Qs and they should be done now. Let me just check and I’ll introduce you all.” Tony then leaves the room, and the other Avengers start to talk among themselves.

I pull out my phone and type ‘NYC spider boy’ into YouTube clicking on the second search result with 20 million views. I have seen this video before as my friend Michael sent it to me around a week ago.

“Do you think there are many other super kids wandering around the city?” Sam asks, whilst looking at the video of my shoulder. Currently the hero is stopping a city bus from off-roading into some confused tourists by building up a wall with his web.

“I doubt it, I mean I guess he’s the only one going viral” I answer, moving the angle of my phone so the others who have gathered around me can see “but it would be cool to be able to meet some people my age who do what I do, no offence guys”

They all laugh. Being the youngest Avenger and hanging out with 30+ year olds all the time can be kind of isolating, but it’s like having a super close family. A family who also happen to be in life and death situations regularly together. But that’s a great bonding experience I would say.

“Guys, this is Peter, the Spider-Boy” Tony draws our attention away from my phone to the door where he has just entered.

“Spider-Man” Peter mutters as a lame attempt to correct him.

“Peter?” I question and the boy stood in front of me was not who I expected. I didn’t expect the masked vigilante swinging through New York to be someone that I knew.

“Y/N?” He responds, looking even more confused than I am “What are you doing here?”

-

“So Tony Stark is your dad?” Peter asks.

After seeing a guy from your school who you shared a chemistry class with last year, walking into a super-secret meeting for superheroes where he will be now joining your team. It is understandable that Peter and I were now talking this out to figure out how this state could be so small.

“Yep” I answer. We were sat next to each other on bar stools at the kitchen island. Wanda made some of her famous fruit smoothies for us and we were both stirring them around with our straws whilst conversing alone in the main living space.

“But your last name isn’t Stark, or Potts?” He continues, genuinely really confused about this whole situation.

“Yeah, well you can’t have the daughter of a billionaire and superhero couple walking around New York City alone, going to a normal school, having normal hobbies. It’s like asking for me to be taken hostage. So, I don’t have either of their last names and the general public doesn’t know I exist. It’s for my safety” I continue, reciting this memorised answer I’ve had to say to multiple people once they find out my existence.

Peter nodded as if he was understanding everything, he probably was, but I guess this wasn’t the conversation he planned to have today.

“And you’re the great Spider-Man” I continued, wanting the change the subject from me to him. “How did that happen? Wait… were you Spider-Man when you sat behind me in Chem last year?”

He began to explain to me the story, it happened to him on our school trip to OSCORP we took last year for our Chem class that happened just before the end of the semester. Something about a radioactive spider. It was strange, kind of the weirdest superhero transformation story I’ve heard. And I’ve heard quite a few.

My story was nowhere near as interesting. I guess having superhero parents who were always around weird alien technology and contaminated substances led to some weird epigenetic alterations of their reproductive cells and then when they had me, I could turn invisible.

They didn’t know at first, I was seemingly a normal baby. Then at my 2nd birthday party when they surprised me with a freaky clown, I was so scared that my body just decided to turn invisible. They weren’t expecting it, the clown definitely wasn’t expecting it and they had to cover up with a very convincing lie.

From then, whenever I was embarrassed, scared or essentially in a situation where I wanted to disappear. I did. Literally. It wasn’t entirely effective though as even though my body tuned invisible, the clothes I was wearing didn’t. I spent the majority of my preteen years of being a walking hoodie and jeans with no head or hands protruding from the gaps. For my 13th birthday Bruce and I got to work on a suit which responds to the activity of my skin cells, when I was invisible, my suit was invisible. It made it a lot more effective for me to actually be invisible when I turned but it also meant my dad let me start training to become an Avenger.

Training was fun, I worked with Nat a lot in our gym in order to become an efficient fighter. ‘Just because people couldn’t see me, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know how to serve a mean right hook’ she always said. I also spent a lot of time with Wanda, trying to manage my powers. Now I am able to actually turn invisible and visible again on demand. And it only takes extreme embarrassment now to turn me invisible against my will, which is great because mum and dad finally let me, after my years of begging, attend Midtown High and stop being home school. This is where I met Peter last year and now I’m at Columbia studying genetics and engineering. A double major, I know but when you’re around the top geniuses in the world everyday, there is no such thing as too much learning.

“So, I guess we’re the only Midtown Alumni to have these crazy powers huh?” Peter finishes. After a long ramble about his becoming a superhero story. I guess he wanted to ease the tension after I couldn’t really think of what to say after “that’s super cool”. It wasn’t like I wasn’t interested, I really was, but when I wanted to have another person my age to hang out with, I didn’t expect it to be the boy I spent my senior year of high school obsessing over. I had turned shy, like really shy, like my normal levels of shy times 50. I couldn’t think of what to say.

“Sorry, if that story was too long and boring, I’ve only gotten to tell it to one person before, my best friend Ned so I was kind of excited to be able to tell it again.”

“No, it wasn’t boring, it was genuinely really cool!” I say a little too loudly and enthusiastically. I cringe at my tone of voice and speak normally again as I continue “It’s just I didn’t really expect the new Avengers recruit to be you, you know, like someone I know. It’s just kind of weird, but nice? I don’t know, now I’m rambling”

Peter chuckles.

“Umm, so are you going to be staying with us whilst you train or are you going back to Queens?” I ask, hoping this new question will miraculously erase Peter’s memory of what I last said.

“A bit of both, my Aunt is back in queens and I don’t want to leave her completely alone, but this upstate facility is a little too far for an everyday commute. I’m here just for today but once I start training on Monday, I think I might stay for the whole week.”

“Well, I can give you the tour! Since you’ll be staying with us soon, I guess you’ll want to know where everything is!” I say whilst jumping of my bar stool and putting my half full smoothie cup in the fridge. I noticed peter has just finished his, so I grab the glass and put it in the dishwasher for him. He thanks me as I do so.

“So this is the kitchen, where we make our food, different from the kitchen where the chefs make our food for occasions, charity events blah blah blah. And also, this seating area here is kind of the main seating area where we’ll sit throughout the day. Lots of sofas because there are lots of us and this is Bucky’s armchair. Don’t ever sit in Bucky’s armchair.” I say, stopping behind the chair and resting my hand on the headrest.

“Bucky, scary guy with the metal arm right?” Peter questions whilst following me at a slight distance around the room as I show him around. I nod. “Yeah, don’t worry, I won’t be sitting in his chair” he laughs.

I continue to show him the rest of the complex, the gym, the labs and finish up on the floor with all our rooms.

“I’m not sure which one of these rooms will be yours because we have a couple spare ones, but they all have the same layout. Look I’ll show you mine” I walk into my room, then hold the door open for Peter so he can follow me in.

“Uh, so this is my room. Obviously, yours won’t be decorated like mine but It’ll be the same size and have an en-suite attached with a full shower and tub and stuff. You know, the basics” I say, whilst sitting on the edge of my bed.

“I like your room, it’s cosy” he adds whilst looking around and then heading for the bookshelf as soon as he spots it.

“Ah thanks, I mean it’s cool, bigger than when we were in the tower in the city so I can’t complain” I say whilst also looking around. What is it about someone else being in your room that makes you see it with fresh eyes and make you super self-conscious that there is going to be a rogue piece of underwear on the floor? Even though I know I tidied my room this morning.

“Holy crap, Vision you scared the life out of me” I say on an exhale whilst holding my hand to my chest after the large gasp I just made as he enters the room, through the wall.

“Sorry, but your door is open” He continues, “Mr. Stark has told me that your car is here to take you back home Mr. Parker. If you would just follow me, I can lead you there” Vision continues, as if him just floating through my bedroom wall and speaking to the boy from my chemistry class now turned superhero was a normal thing to happen on a Thursday evening.

“Oh… thanks Vision” Peter says with some hesitancy, you can see that this is a weird circumstance for him too. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday then” he says smiling at me and walking towards the door. Which vision doesn’t use to exit.

“Yeah, see you then” I smile as he closes the door and I’m left in my room listening to him shuffling down the corridor.

Part 2

[rosy-wooyoung]

unconditional love | j. wooyoung

pairing : wooyoung x fem!reader word count: 3.6k synopsis: a romantic evening with your boyfriend. A/N: I know it’s cliché, I know, but it’s Valentine’s day, okay?? Special thanks to @seoultraveller​ for giving me this idea, i hope it’s good! <3 Happy Valentine’s day to everyone and remember to take care of yourselves 💐💕

“Woo! Why don’t you tell me anything about Valentine’s day? I don’t even know what to wear!” you exclaimed as Wooyoung was about to leave for work. He walked to peck your lips, but you caught his forearms to prevent him from moving.  “I can’t tell you, babe, it’d ruin the surprise,” he said with his sweetest voice, but you didn’t let go. “At least give me a hint,” you were almost begging at this point. You had never really been fond of surprises. They always made you nervous, and knowing that your boyfriend prepared everything behind your back had a knack for annoying you.

“Okay, then. Meet me at the restaurant at 7:30 tonight. And for the clothes… I don’t know, you’ll look pretty anyway, so wear what you want!” he exclaimed as he finally gets to kiss you on the lips and hurried to the hall. “Wooyoung!” “Love you, darling!” he said as he locked the front door, making you huff at his stubbornness, mumbling a 'love you too'. Where are you even going? Do you have to dress fancy or just your office clothes? No, they’re plain, plus he sees you in them every single day.  “Argh, he annoys me,” you said through gritted teeth as you ditched your now empty cup of coffee in the dishwasher before starting it. 

- ♥ -

You had known Wooyoung for years now. When you first met, he was just a manager at the restaurant a few meters away from where you worked, and your colleagues were among his regular customers. When you started to work at this company, you were the newbie, so you had never been there before, and the young man started crushing on you as soon as you walked through the door. Your clothes and beautiful facial expressions were enough to make his heart hammer in his chest, not even paying attention to the customers or his co-workers. When you were in the restaurant, he had eyes for you and you only. 

The other managers, - who were still his current friends -, noticed how his attention would shift when the clock struck midday, the time you usually came with your colleagues. They would tease and annoy him because you were around, and he was always ready to slap them with whatever landed in his hands. 

Something that he didn’t know at that time was that he had also caught your eye. He looked good in his working uniform, and you always found kindness in his eyes when he was talking to you. One day, in the middle of winter, you accidentally slipped on a patch of ice, right in front of his restaurant. Him and Yunho, one of the other managers, rushed over and helped you back up. You were super embarrassed, to say the least, because it’s never flattering when you fall in public, but Wooyoung didn’t even notice your distress. He was too busy checking that you weren’t hurt anywhere and warm enough to go back outside.

When you came back around that day at lunch, he made sure that you were okay, not caring if it poked up some envy or jealousy among your female co-workers. It’s with a downward gaze that you thanked him for his concern, and Wooyoung never felt so proud. In one day, he had gotten to know your name, take care of you and hold you, – yes, because he pushed Yunho to the side to be the one to help you back up on your feet –, he had never been this happy.

And, from day to day, you started talking more informally, to the point of visiting the restaurant, even if you weren’t working. You got to speak with him while he worked and complimenting him on the management of the team, as well as the food. Soon becoming friends, then best friends, until Wooyoung confessed to you. He loves to brag about that day, but you always let him because you found it adorable. 

You also remember it like it was yesterday. It was on Valentine’s day, - just like today -, and you came to the restaurant, dozens of minutes before it was closing. You looked down and cold, the sheer top and skirt you were wearing didn’t help to warm you up. Wooyoung found you gorgeous in those clothes, but he was curious to know the reason for your frown. His heart shattered when you started crying, admitting that you had confessed your love to one of your colleagues, who didn’t reciprocate your feelings. Wooyoung felt sick to know that you were crushing on someone else but didn’t dare to say anything. He offered you a glass of water that you downed in a few seconds, under his impressed eyes. You kept on crying, but you soon admitted that you felt more embarrassed than heartbroken. 

“I feel like disappearing in a rabbit hole,” you mumbled and Wooyoung shook his head. “He’s not worth your tears, nor your time if he rejected you. It’s not the end of the world, there are still plenty of guys on the planet.” “That will love me? I highly doubt that,” you said as you wiped your tears and Wooyoung scoffed.

“That will love a wonderful, sweet, amazing soul like yours? Girls like you are rare, you just need to find the man you deserve,” he said as he washed your glass, drying it with a piece of cloth. His words surprised you, and you blinked a few times when you noticed the tip of his ears becoming bright red. 

Was he hinting at something?

“Oh yeah? And where can I find someone like that, uh? It’s pretty thin on the ground, and it's not on Tinder that I'll find them," you stated, crossing your arms on your chest.  “You have one in front of you, dear,” he said as he placed the glass back on the cupboard, clearing the bottles of alcohol. Your eyes widened before you laid back on your chair, considering his words. Wooyoung kept his back to you, trying to find a way to come back to you in case your answer was negative. When he finally found the courage to look back at you, you were gone. He blinked a few times before he felt someone grabbing his face and kiss him on the lips. 

You had just walked around the counter to come to him. Wooyoung threw the piece of cloth on the bar and deepened the kiss, grabbing your face while asking for entrance with his tongue. Thankfully, his colleagues were leaving by the backdoor, leaving you all the freedom in the world to make out. 

- ♥ -

That night happened 4 years ago, and since when, you both progressed in your respective workplaces. You’ve gotten to a heavily responsible job, and Wooyoung became the owner of the restaurant he worked at, making you both quite successful and proud of the other. And, to kind of commemorate this special night, on every single Valentine’s day, you celebrated in a special way, Wooyoung always going extra just to see you smile. But tonight, you had no idea what he was going to do. You left work a tad bit earlier than usual to go home and get ready. You had tried to guess your surprise all day, even begging for hints through messages to your lover, but you couldn’t get anything from him. 

You locked the door once you were ready, straightening the edges of your black dress. You felt pretty tonight, thanks to your hairstyle and your makeup skills, you knew that Wooyoung would love that look. It’s not that you doubted his love, he had said by the past that you were pretty in the weirdest situations, - you could have just woken up, wipe the counter or just breathing, he’d find you pretty – but tonight, you knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself when he’ll see you. 

“Thank you,” you said to the taxi driver as gave you back your credit card, getting out of the vehicle. To be on a holiday night, you found the restaurant quite empty, if not desert. You could barely see the kitchens light in your lover's restaurant, but you neared the entrance and gently knocked on the glass door.

Your boyfriend emerged suddenly from the back-office, clad in a black shirt and some office pants. His hair was neatly styled, forehead on display, eyes shining with love when he saw you on the other side of the window.

“I’m two minutes late,” you said and he gently shook his head, his arm sneaking under your coat to wrap itself around your waist, drawing you towards him. He lost himself a few seconds in your eyes before landing on your lips. You smiled as he was getting distracted, happy that you still had this effect on him after all those years of common life.  “It’s alright, love,” he whispered, eyes darting to your bare shoulder as your faux-fur coat slid from your body. His eyes fluttered as they came back to yours, his face slowly approaching yours before capturing your lips in a slow, yet feverish kiss. 

You pulled away for oxygen, smiling as you wiped his bottom lip with your thumb, getting rid of the red lipstick you smeared while kissing him. 

“So, where are we going, Woo?” you sweetly asked, straightening the collar of his shirt. He looked like he snapped back to reality and cleared his throat, smirking at you. “Nowhere, Y/N. If you may follow me,” he said, extending his elbow for you to hold, thanking him as he walked you to a table in the middle of the restaurant hall. Lights dimmed, all the other tables and chairs pushed to the side, everything made you realise how spacious the restaurant was. It almost looked like a dance hall.

A bouquet of red roses, twelve to be precise, was placed on your plate, the attention making you smile as you saw a handwritten note attached to the bouquet. Softly introducing your fingers between the paper, you opened it and recognised the handwriting of your loved one. 

They say you only fall in love once, but every time I look at you, I fall all over again. Happy Valentine’s day, love. ♥

So cliché, but so worth it. You smiled as you looked at Wooyoung, resisting the urge to jump into his arms. You simply kissed him on the lips another time before he grabbed your hands, guiding you to the chair. He pulled it out for you, inviting you to sit down. 

“You went all out tonight,” you joked, and he giggled, pushing you closer to the table. “I’d do it every single day if I had the time,” he kissed your temple before going back to the kitchen, leaving you time to admire the roses. They were so red and smelled heavenly, they’re going to look extremely pretty on the kitchen counter. Once he came back with balancing two plates on one hand, a vase in the other, your mouth started salivating at the sight of the food in front of you. He took the roses and placed them in the perfectly fitting vase, resting it on the table. “Are you going to do everything by yourself?” you asked as he sat down, resting a napkin on his laps.  “I wanted to make this moment special and private. I didn’t want to have San or Yunho underfoot. And it’s our moment, not theirs,” he said, and you smiled, pursing your lips as you stared at your boyfriend. “You are amazing,” you mumbled and he raised his eyebrows. “And you are the one saying this,” he teased back, making you roll your eyes and started eating. Everything melted in your mouth, awakening your taste buds. You knew that your boyfriend was an excellent chef, but at this point, it was just astonishing. 

“You never fail to amaze me,” you said, done with your first course, feeling almost full. Wooyoung knew your eating habits, and he always managed to make everything balance for your stomach.  “And you haven't seen everything yet, love,” he winked as he took your plate, walking back to the kitchen. You were truly lucky to have him in your life, you don’t know where you would be without him. He brought out the best of you, always pushing you to do your best and he was your number one supporter, no matter the size of your victories. 

Hand supporting your chin, you observed with a smile your lover actively around the kitchens, roasting something in the pan due to the flames coming out of it. The gesture was under control, your boyfriend stirring the pan continuously as the flames kept on going. It was rather impressive, – almost sexy – but you had forbidden him to try this at home. No matter how good he was at doing this, you didn’t want to end with a kitchen on fire. Wooyoung knew you were watching him, and that pushed him to show off even more. He knew that he didn’t have to do it, yet he couldn’t help but put on an act. 

The main course arrived a few minutes later, and you were pleased to see your favourite dish in front of your eyes. 

“I don’t even know what to say,” you mumbled with a shy smile, grabbing your fork and knife, “it smells so fucking good, you went all out just for me, you don't know how grateful I am.” “I love you too baby, but eat now. It won’t be the same if it’s cold,” you giggled and grabbed his free hand with yours, his thumb instantly caressing your knuckles. He observed you take the first bite, and a proud smile decorated his lips when you closed your eyes to enjoy the piece of meat you were chewing on. It was a dish that your mother used to do on your birthday since you loved it so much, but you had to say that Wooyoung brought something special to it. 

“I don’t even have to say anything, you know it’s good,” you said after swallowing, immediately stabbing your fork in another piece. “It’s always nice to hear it from you,” he said, and you stood up, giggling. You had never been great with words, so you just grabbed his face and placed your lips against his, trying to show him how much you loved him through a kiss.  “Thank you,” you whispered, and he gave you a gentle slap on the ass. “There is still the dessert left,” he said, and you groaned, clutching your stomach before taking another bite.

“You’re trying to make me fat, aren’t you?” you giggled, and he shook his head, taking a sip of wine.  “Come on, it’s only once a year,” he said, and you laughed, scoffing. “Liar! You know you cook well, plus you cook on my birthday, on Easter, Christmas’ Eve and New Year’s Eve. So no baby, it’s not once a year.” Wooyoung simply smirked, gaze falling on your stomach. If food wasn’t enough to make you gain some weight, he knows another way to make your stomach all pretty and round. 

But he would never say that aloud. At least not now, he’ll save it for later. Maybe in one or two years or so. 

He chuckled to himself as he looked back at you. You talked about everything and nothing during the rest of dinner, hands linked and sometimes pressing soft kisses on each other’s skin, as it both was your way to show affection.

“Are you ready for the dessert?” he asked, and you nodded as he took your plate, making his way to the kitchens, again.  “I’m excited to see what you prepared,” you said, and he turned around, biting his lower lip as he grinned. “You’ll have to be a bit patient for this one, love,” he said, checking his watch before disappearing into the kitchen. He certainly loved leaving you in the lurch, hanging onto his every word.

Once he reappeared, you were surprised to see him empty-handed, only carrying his coat and keys.

“Dessert’s actually served at home, Y/N,” your eyes widened as you took the hand he was holding out. He helped you put your coat back on and blew the candles away. You were about to take the roses, but he stopped you, kissing you on the back of your hand instead. “You’ll come and get them tomorrow, baby,” he winked, and you chuckled, biting your lower lip as you looked at him. You knew him so well. He wanted you to drop by so he could give you the flowers in the middle of the restaurant, showing all the people there and your colleagues that you are his and his only. 

While driving, Wooyoung’s hand wouldn’t leave your thigh, hand or forearm, always feeling the soft, plush skin under his touch. You let him, feeling goosebumps travelling in your body as his warm hand contrasted with your cold skin. The car was filled in a comfortable silence between the two of you, only the melody coming out of the radio and the motor roaring under you filling it in. Eyeing your boyfriend from the corner of your eye, you admired his side profile and his dexterity in shifting gears, finding the gesture ridiculously hot. You were at ease, yet excited to discover the dessert. 

Twisting your key in the slit, a sweet smell invaded your nostrils, making you instinctively frown. Where did it come from?

“Okay, I have to admit. On this one, I might have given orders,” your boyfriend explained in your back, and it reassured you on the current smell in your apartment.  “I thought I had forgotten something on the stove,” you joked and took off your coat, Wooyoung imitating you. 

“You know about the Wonderland bakery, right?” he started, and you gave him a light shrug. “Who wouldn’t? It’s the best bakery in the entire neighbourhood,” you answered, and your boyfriend smiled. “Well, the owner is Hongjoong, my good friend from high school. I think he’ll be happy you like his baby this much. But anyway, I asked him if he could prepare something sweet while we were having dinner together,” he said as you let him walk you to the kitchen. “And he was free on Valentine’s day?” you asked, quite dumbfounded. “His lover is on the other side of the world for her job, he was happy to help and make a couple happy,” Wooyoung said and you hugged him from the side. 

“I love you, you know that?” you said and he chuckled, hand going at the back of your neck. “Hmm, I know, but I think I love you more,” he agreed and he took out the aluminium foil off a plate that rested on the cleaned stove, placing some toffee apples and chocolate strawberries under your nose, your two weaknesses when it came to desserts. You delicately took one strawberry between your fingers and aimed for your lover’s lips, who purposefully made a mess while eating it. 

“If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked for it,” you said as you grabbed his face, pressing your mouth against his as you cleaned the smeared chocolate from his lips.  “It’s funnier that way,” he teased and you gently shoved him, taking another strawberry. This time, you were going to eat it, but Wooyoung sneaked in and bit it, barely missing your fingers. You gave him a disapproving look and he giggled before kissing your cheek, feeling some of the chocolate lingering on your skin. 

Wooyoung seized a toffee apple and forced it against your lips, obliging you to bit it. His other hand resting under your chin, ready to collect the falling pieces, you sweetly munched on the sugar-coated fruit as Wooyoung licked his fingers clean from anything that you missed. You finished the apple while looking at your boyfriend, sometimes teasingly pushing the sugar off your lips, back in your mouth. You knew that you were driving him crazy, especially in that dress, but it was so entertaining to watch him not trying to lose his composure and jump on you. His eyes never missed your reddened lips, the apple nor your lipstick helping the poor man and his loving pulsations.

Taking out the stick and the stem of the last strawberry, he placed it in his mouth, motioning you to come closer. You teasingly bit it until your mouth touched, passionately kissing as the fruit and the chocolate mixed in your mouth. Pulling away, you swallowed your bite and sat back on the couch, but it was only for a quick second. 

Wooyoung got up and lifted you from your position, earning a yelp from you. He carried you like a bride, giving you all the time in the world to observe him until you reached the bedroom. 

“Thank you for everything, Woo,” you whispered against his chest, and he slowly placed you down on the bed. Knees on either side of your waist, he hovered above you, lips ghosting on the skin of your neck. 

“You’ll thank me later, love. Valentine’s day isn’t over yet,” he whispered as he started pressing a feverish kiss on your burning skin, loving every single sound coming out of your mouth. He was right, the night was still young, and you weren’t ready for all the other things Wooyoung had prepared for you. And you're totally right, it wasn’t more food. 

[tysonbaerrie]

thank you for the last one it was perfect here’s another: jamie and tyler get interviewed after being the first active nhl players to come out (i’ll let you decide whether or not they’re together/whether or not they announce it)(i’ll also let you decide who’s more nervous and who’s more comforting bc honestly i can see it either way) thank uuuuu - ssbn (super specific bennguin bonnie)

Well, SSBN, after 84 years, here you go! It’s different from my usual style, but I hope you like it!

Tyler finds Jamie at the kitchen island, omelet in front of him as he scrolls through his social media. His hair is rumpled and unkempt, and Tyler wants to rub up against the well-worn Stars shirt Jamie put on when he came downstairs.

“None for me?” He asks instead, gesturing at his boyfriend’s breakfast.

“In the microwave.” Jamie replies around a bite. Tyler heats it up before settling into the stool next to Jamie’s.

“Thanks babe.” He tells Jamie, who shrugs but leans over to accept a kiss on his cheek from Tyler without taking his eyes off his phone.

Once breakfast is finished, Tyler cleans up the mess that Jamie made. He’s just put the last plate in the dishwasher when he feels Jamie spread himself across Tyler’s back, hooking his chin over Tyler’s shoulder.

“The article is out.” He tells him, and Tyler turns his head enough that he can see Jamie out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jamie confirms, pushing his phone into Tyler’s hand, where the article with Outsports is already open.

After coming out, hockey superstars find support from team – and each other

“Did I know Jamie was the one when we met? Absolutely not.” Tyler Seguin laughs on the couch in the home he now shares with his teammate and boyfriend. A dog is resting at his feet, and he looks comfortable in a well-worn Dallas Stars hoodie – the number fourteen on the chest instead of Seguin’s own ninety-one. His nerves show, however, as he pulls at the frayed edges of the sleeves. “We were friends for years before we were anything more. I thought he was straight the first couple years we knew each other.”

“I thought I was straight.” Benn tells me later, looking decidedly uncomfortable at the prospect of talking about something so personal to a stranger. “I mean, I’d always dated women. I didn’t, uh…until Tyler.”

While there have been a few hockey players to come out in recent years, the Dallas Stars’ Captain Jamie Benn and his Alternate, Tyler Seguin, are the first players in the NHL to come out. The fact that they came out together allowed them to lean on each other in the media onslaught in the days that followed.

“It made it easier, to have someone there who was going through the same thing.” Benn admits. “I wasn’t alone in what was happening, and neither was Segs.”

In the days following their mutual Instagram posts, the internet exploded with comments, questions, and judgment. There were questions about Benn’s suitability to lead the Stars, so-called fans demanding that one or both be traded, signs at games that read Dallas Homos and the like. When I mention this, however, Seguin is quick to point out the undeniable support they’ve also seen. He shows me a picture he has saved on his phone of a young male fan at a recent game, a huge smile on his face as he held up a sign covered in rainbows that declared Bennguin Are My Heroes.

“I didn’t really have that, growing up.” Seguin admits. “There weren’t a lot of out athletes, and none who played hockey. I grew up thinking I couldn’t be gay and play hockey, that I had to choose. If some kid out there realizes that they can play hockey and be who they are, then it’s worth it.”

They’ve also received overwhelming support from their teammates, evidenced by the pride tape most of the team sported at the Stars’ first game after Benn and Seguin went public with their relationship.

“It doesn’t matter to anyone on the team.” John Klingberg admitted when questioned in a post-game interview. “Chubbs is still our Captain, Segs is still a leader on this team. If anything, it makes them stronger as leaders.”

Stars management has stood behind the players as well, General Manager Jim Nill expressing support for the faces of the Dallas franchise.

“Jamie and Tyler are important to this team, but they’re also good men and this organization supports them 100%, no question.”

“The team was behind us from day one.” Benn says, admitting that their teammates knew about their relationship for nearly a year before it became public. “You spend all your time with the same people, it’s impossible to keep a secret. But they’ve always had my back on the ice and they have it off as well.”

When asked what made them decide to come out, Benn shrugs, but Seguin reaching over and wrapping a hand around his wrist calms the Captain.

“I’m a pretty private person, but I didn’t want to hide anymore.” Benn admits. “I didn’t want to have to lie to people about the person I love.”

Seguin blushes at that, leaning into his boyfriend’s space.

“Same.” Seguin agrees, his smile blinding. “We didn’t want to have to only be ourselves behind closed doors, or wait until we retire to really live our lives.”

It’s a rare thing, being an out active player in professional sports, but when asked about being trailblazers, both are intent to shrug it off.

“Obviously, we both want to be known more for our hockey than our sexualities. But we knew that this would get a lot of attention. I guess we’re just hoping that it will help someone else be comfortable enough to come out when they’re ready.” Seguin says, looking to Benn. They’re comfortable with each other in a way that only comes with living in another person’s pocket for years. They’re partners, on and off the ice, clearly confident and settled with each other.

The photographer takes a couple of pictures before we leave their home, and while he’s packing up I watch as Benn leans into Seguin, resting his head on his shoulder as Seguin runs his fingers through Benn’s hair. The move is almost unconscious, and I suddenly feel as if I’m intruding on a private moment. Benn disappears shortly after that, and Seguin walks us to the door. It’s close to the end of the season, and I wish them luck in the playoffs as we say our goodbyes.

When the Stars lift the cup just a few months later to the roar of a hometown crowd, it’s Benn and Seguin lifting it together.

[subceeding]

Okay. What's the problem, buddy? I can tell you're in a bad mood."

"I'm not. It's nothing. Really." I continued loading the dishwasher. I had been cleaning his kitchen by myself for the past half hour.

"Nope. I can tell something's up" He reached his arm around me, forcing my body to turn around and pulled me in. "I can read you like an open book. We have that party tonight that I thought you were looking forward to. I'm excited to meet your friends, but I can tell you're getting stressed about it."

"Yeah, maybe a little", I grunted. I was pulled so close to him that I couldn't see his face and just decided to relax my face against his torso.

"Well, you've already told them a bit about me, right?"

"Yeah. They asked a lot of questions - probably because they've never met anyone I've dated before. And of course when brought up how tall you are... they joked a lot about how I must be into tall guys."

"You *are* into tall guys", He wrapped his arms around me laughing a bit. "Did they notice that you're shorter?"

"No. I mean not really. Of course, Matt at some point asked me how much bigger you were than me. I just shrugged it off, but he was being a jerk and pushed the issue. He asked me how tall you were and how tall I was. And I was really worried they'd get suspicious if I didn't answer. So I told them I was 5'9". Only Kevin thought that was weird. He said he was pretty sure I was taller than him, but I told him I wasn't. So, yeah there were a lot of jokes about how you're nearly a foot taller than me."

"You know I'm super proud of you, right? Most guys wouldn't have the guts to go through with this. And you're not letting your social anxiety control you. But you know what? From experience, I can tell your friends are only curious because they're excited for you. Why did you think they were making jokes about us?"

"I was worried they'd judge me. I'm still really worried what they'll think when they notice I've gotten smaller."

"If I know anything about those guys, from what you told me, they aren't going to judge you. That's your anxiety talking, not you. And they might be shocked and joke a lot when you get around to telling them about your plans, but I bet they're going to be awesome and supportive. At the end of the day, they like being friends with you."

"Yeah, you're right. They're all really good people... I guess I'm also still in shock I'm here, with someone like you. I'm still in shock I took a pill last week that took an entire inch off my height. And I'm shocked that I want more, but I also know that people will notice."

"I know you were meant to be short, buddy." He scratched a bit behind my ears. "I'm so happy to see you're learning to accept this. And soon other people will see you were meant to be short as well. And they're going to be happy for you.

"I just don't know how far I'm going to go. Like how short do I want to be?"

"That's okay. You don't need to. That's why were taking this one inch at a time and doing it slowly. But between you and me, I have a good idea of how far you're going to go." He pushed his hardening dick against me, whispering in my ear, "It makes me so fucking hot and bothered each time I think about how small you're gonna get."

I moaned.

He continued: "So I have an idea. Why don't we make tonight extra special? We're going to this party and they're going to meet me, your huge new boyfriend. We can go all in. Why not make tonight the night you tell them? Just one more inch and they'll know you're shrinking. You won't have to hide it anymore and I'll be there for you to help you pull thru your anxiety. " He pulled out a single small white pill.

"I'm not ready. I don't have any clothes that would fit - "

"I bought some smaller clothes that will great on you. And I know you're ready and you want this."

With one hand already covering the back of my head, he pushed me forward, his other hand came up to my face with the pill. I opened my mouth and swallowed.

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 43

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

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NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 43 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I was exhausted when everyone left and we both walked to Niall's room slowly without sharing a word. I got undressed and put a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on and when I turned around, I realized he was doing the same thing, jumping slightly to pull his pants up.

"Can I ask you something random?" he wondered, without looking at me.

The fact that his eyes wouldn't meet mine made me frown and I just licked my lips, shrugging a shoulder.

"You can ask me anything, you know it."

I kept looking at him but he was just standing on his side, looking at the wall in front of him as he put his shirt on and I felt my heartbeats accelerate. I didn't know what he wanted to ask, and I didn't know why he was avoiding my gaze, but it started stressing me. He cleared his throat and looked down at his wrist as he took his watch off.

"While I was gone did you... I mean, you spent a lot of time with Louis so I was wondering if you had... thought about him in a... sexual way."

My lips parted in shock as I kept staring at my boyfriend. I probably remained quiet for a bit too long because he finally turned to me, his eyes meeting mine.

"So?"

"Why would you ask me that?" I frowned more, wondering where exactly that came from.

"And why won't you answer?"

Something instantly seemed to click inside me and my traits softened as my heart twisted in my chest. I took a step closer and shook my head lightly as he kept looking at me. I didn't want to have this discussion. I was tired, a bit sad because of all the comments I had read online about me and the last thing I needed were those kinds of questions, but I felt like it was deeper than it seemed and it hurt me in a way I couldn't explain.

"You're asking me that because you did... you wanted to fuck someone else when you were gone. Maybe more than one girl, too." I let out so low, watching his face change. "You said you didn't cheat on me but you... you wanted to do it."

"Okay so I thought about shagging one random girl after being away from you for weeks, it means nothing!" he quickly let out, his voice a bit louder than I expected. "But you! You thought about one of my best mates fucking you! Maybe even here! In my house!"

"I never said I thought about him like that!" I argued, raising my voice too and taking a step forward. "You know I love you!"

"This is not about love! It's about sex!"

"You said it was linked!" I let out, almost screaming. His face changed again and I could swear I read guilt all over it. I swallowed hard and my voice got back to a normal tone. "Remember?  You said it's normally not linked but that this relationship was different."

"Did you or did you not think about Louis like that?" he asked again, ignoring my comment.

I blinked a few times, trying to remember the feelings and thoughts i may have had when I spent time with Louis but to me, it was ridiculous.

"Does it make you feel better?" I asked, shaking my head a bit, not believing we were having this discussion. "Would it make you feel better to know you're not the only one who wanted to fuck someone else? So you can stop feeling guilty for flirting with that girl in an other country while I was here waiting for you to call?"

"You're avoiding my question!" he said in an angry tone, making me frown.

"No! My answer is no!" It took me a few seconds to realize that tears were falling down my cheeks but I didn't know if I was crying of pain or anger. "You're alone in that, Niall! So that bad guilty feeling eating you up? You fucking deserve it!"

I was expecting him to scream back at me but I was hoping he'd apologize. He did neither. He stared at me for a few seconds and finally grabbed his wallet next to the bed and walked past me. I wanted to run after him but I felt paralyzed and it's only when I heard the front door slam that I breathed in, realizing I had stopped. I felt my legs wobble and sat on the bed, swallowing my pain and closing my eyes. I felt like shit for the argument we just had but at the same time, I was too hurt to try and solve it. Did Niall really think about an other girl? I knew it was normal to lust other people to some extent but that didn't mean it didn't hurt... How could he lust someone else so soon in this relationship? Could we blame that on the distance? I rubbed my eyes a few times but couldn't hold it anymore and started crying.

I lied down in bed and wrapped the covers over myself, rubbing my face on the pillow. I suddenly realized that it would always feel like that and that I'd always be scared of what could happen. The self-confidence I didn't have was going to hurt me and ruin my relationship. Niall hadn't done anything but I was crying as if he had and I couldn't control the tears. I wanted to text him to come back but if I wanted to be honest with myself, I knew it was okay to be away from each other for a few hours.

I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up, I realized it was still the middle of the night. I heard Niall drop his keys on the coffee table in the living room and sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Stupid couch!" he tried to whisper, mumbling his words.

I held my breath when I realized he had drank and felt my heart twist in my chest. I knew that having an other discussion at that moment would be bad and I just lied back down and closed my eyes, waiting for him to walk in. He eventually did and it didn't take him long to get under the covers with me. I tried to keep my tears in but the fact that he lied down with his back facing me hurt me even more than I already was. I waited until my eyes got used to the darkness and stared at the back of his nape, doing everything I could not to bring my hand to his hair. I was not mad at him anymore, just hurt and sad, and when he started snoring lightly, I moved close enough to him to feel the warmth of his body emanate on mine. Slowly, I brought my face closer and pressed my lips gently on his neck.

"I love you, Niall." I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Goodnight."

                                                          -----

When I woke up the next day it took me a few seconds to remember the fight we had the night before. I reached in bed, running my hand on the cold and soft sheets, only to realize Niall wasn't in bed anymore. I felt my heart hurt and I sighed before opening my eyes and staring up at the ceiling. Niall and I rarely fought and if i wanted to be honest, everything had happened so quickly that I wasn't sure what exactly went on. When he read the mean comments online, he made it clear that it was not what he thought of me and only a few hours later, he accused me to have impure thoughts for his friend. He didn't admit it but I knew he had wanted to have sex with girls he met during his trip and even if it hurt like hell, I knew it was not a reason to fight. Niall had always been popular, whether it was just around our small town, or around the world, and he was never really the kind of guy to get into steady relationships. He did have a few but in the end, he always seemed happier when he was single. The truth was, I wanted to be the exception. I wanted to be the girl who would make it all worth it.

I got up and shivered, feeling goosebumps appear all over my body. I searched through his stuff and found one of his sweaters, quickly putting it on. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled coffee and walked quickly until the kitchen. He was there, his back facing me as he cleaned the mess we had left the night before with our friends. I noticed a cup of steaming coffee waiting for me on the island and pressed my lips together as I walked closer. It was my favorite mug and it made me smile. I glanced up but he was still not looking at me even if I knew he heard me and could feel my presence. I took a few sips as he brought the dirty dishes on the counter and started filling the sink. I didn't say anything, I just walked up to him and he moved away, giving me space. I put myself in front of the sink and started adding soap in it as it filled. There was clearly too much foam and I finally heard his voice for the first time this morning.

"Maybe you put too much soap, don't you think?"

His words made my heart jump in my chest as I thought about the last time he said that to me. We normally put the dishes in the dishwasher and I couldn't help but think he did that on purpose, just to remind me of that time at the lodge. I felt my lips curl and I chuckled low, grabbing foam with my hand and turning his way before blowing on it.

"You're gonna pay for that." he had talked low and gently and I suspected it was more to make that memory live again than out of annoyance.

I laughed and turned around, leaning my ass against the sink. He took a step my way slowly, pressing his body against mine as I looked up. I didn't say anything when he brought his hand from behind my back only to wipe foam on my nose but my smile got bigger and I raised my nose up in an amused grimace.

"Is that the best you can do?" I asked low, slowly taking the foam off.

He shook his head, a smile on his face, and finally bent down to press his lips against mine. I waited until he deepened the kiss and just closed my eyes, letting him lead. He tasted like coffee and I just enjoyed the way his tongue moved against mine. No one had ever kissed me the way Niall did. At first, I thought it was simply because of the feelings I had for him but with time, I realized it was more than that. We didn't just kiss like lovers, we kissed like lovers who have known each other for decades, and it made a huge difference.

"I love you so much, petal." he breathed in my mouth. "I'm so sorry for last night."

Instead to answer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. We remained like that for a while but he finally pulled away slightly and leaned his forehead against mine as his hands reached my waist. He led me back until an other part of the counter, exactly where I was sitting the night before, and helped me sit on it again.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked, trying to pull on my sweatpants as I stared at him.

I didn't know if he apologized for the fight or for the fact that he wanted to have sex with someone else but in the end, it didn't matter. I nodded slowly, looking back in his eyes, and moved my butt up to let him pull my pants down. His lips reached for my neck and after only a few seconds, he got down on his knees and my lips parted in surprise. His lips brushed on my thighs and I held my breath until he pressed them on my pussy. Skillfully, his tongue slid inside me and I shut my eyes tight.

"Fuck."

This is not what I had expected my morning to be like. I thought we'd have a discussion or that we'd fight again, but I honestly didn't think i'd end up sitting on the kitchen's counter with Niall's face between my legs, not that I was complaining. We had spent many days just us two, making love whenever we wanted, after he came back, but I could never get too much of his lips wrapped around my clit.

"Oh god don't stop, i'm gonna cum."

I brought my hand to his hair and gripped it gently as I ground my hips against his mouth until I reached an orgasm. It spread all over me and I started shaking but I felt Niall's hand holding my knees apart as he stayed between my legs until my whole body relaxed. My eyes fluttered open and he got up. I smiled when I noticed his lips glistening from my orgasm and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

"How bad do you want to be inside me?" I whispered, rubbing my parted lips against his wet ones.

He didn't answer, he just smiled and I glanced down only to see him pull his sweatpants down his ass.

"Do you think the table can support my weight?" I asked with a smirk before chuckling.

I didn't wait for his answer and got off the counter to reach the table. I sat on it and felt his hands run on my thighs and up my waist, grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulling it off for me and letting it fall on the floor. He kissed me softly, running one of his hands between my breasts and pushing me gently. I lied down and sent him a smile as his eyes roamed on my naked body. Quickly, I watched him grab the back of his shirt to take it off and he moved closer to the table.

"I want you so fucking bad." he admitted in a whisper. "I want no one else. Just you. All of you."

I swallowed my tears and smiled at him fondly, watching him through my eyelashes. I could feel his hard cock press on my pussy, his tip gliding easily on my clit and making my legs tense.

"Then take me, i'm all yours." I murmured back. "I've always been yours."

He moved away slightly only to push himself very slowly inside me, his eyes never leaving mine. I tried to focus on how well he filled me and how our bodies always seemed to fit perfectly but I cared more about the way he was looking at me... like I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen... like I was the only girl worth looking at. I didn't know why he was looking at me like that and I was well aware that he had met girls a million times prettier, and seen girls naked with perfect bodies... but in that very moment, because of the way he was looking at me, I felt like I beat all of them.

"Oh my god." I whispered when he was completely inside me.

I pressed my lips together and he remained still. I could feel myself throb around his cock but I tried not to move as his hands traveled on my breasts and stomach gently. I didn't want to feel self-conscious, I just wanted to enjoy this moment and live it plenty. Slowly, he bent closer and his lips reached mine. I kept my arms on each side of my head and felt his hands travel on them before reaching my fingers and gripping them. He moved his hips slightly back before pushing himself inside me again and it made me whimper.

"I love you so much, you feel so fucking good." he whispered again, taking my upper lip between his and sucking on it gently. "You're so fucking wet, warm and tight." he added just as low. "And beautiful."

Despite his warm body over me, I shivered and gripped his fingers tighter. His lips ran very slowly until my neck and I turned my head to give him a better access. I felt his teeth nibble my skin before he dropped a few kisses on the same spots.

"Please, Niall..." I whimpered in a begging tone.

He brought his lips back on mine and kissed me, making a vestige of my orgasm transfer on my own taste buds, but he finally got back up, gripping my thighs, his fingers sinking in my skin. He started thrusting in and out of me slowly at first but more vigorously after a while and I let my own hands run on my breasts as he stared at my movements. He looked down only to see his cock move in and out of me and finally let go of one of my thighs to lick his thumb and bring it between my legs. I twitched and moaned louder when he started rubbing my clit with it.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

He didn't even look up in my eyes, he just stared at his thumb brushing on my clit as he fucked me harder, making my body jerk and throb more and more.

"I can feel you clench around me, you're close pet, aren't you?"

When his eyes met mine, I nodded so quickly that a smirk appeared on his face.

"Cum for me."

That's all it took for me to reach my peak for the second time.

"Oh my god, f-fuck, Niall!" I closed my eyes tight and I started shaking uncontrollably as he kept fucking me and rubbing my clit through my orgasm. "Niall!"

"Fuck i can't-"

Swiftly, he moved his cock out of me and jerked himself a few times before spurting on my lower stomach. My lips parted again as I watching him cum on me and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him push his cock back inside me, cumming some more in my pussy. The thought was so hot I started shaking again as he fucked me a couple more times.

"Fuck, i'm sorry." he whispered, laying his chest back on mine and burring his face in my neck. "You just feel so fucking good around me, I wanted to feel it for a few more seconds."

I didn't answer but his words made me smile and I brought my arms around him, letting my fingertips brush on his back slowly. We stayed quiet for a few minutes and after a while, I just licked my lips.

"Yesterday, you called me 'honey'" I let out, biting my bottom lip. "That's also the safe word you picked when we went on that double date."

There was no question in my sentence but I knew he understood when he chuckled against my neck.

"You smell like a mix of honey and vanilla." he explained, leaving a kiss on my skin. "I only noticed that a few days after we came back from tour but it sort of obsessed me."

My lips curled into an amused smile and I chuckled.

"I obsessed you?"

"Yea, and you still do." he admitted. "And not just sexually."

I smiled even more, liking the fact that he answered my question before I even had time to ask him. A lot of thoughts started running in my mind and my smile died slowly as I thought about the night before.

"You left to go drink last night, did you?"

I heard him sigh and he moved away a bit to be able to look in my eyes. My gaze roamed on his face and I could see how guilty he felt. I knew it was a bad moment to go through, but we had to talk about it.

"Yea, and i'm sorry. I was scared to make things worse and... you were right. I felt guilty as shit." he confessed, looking down but quickly looking back up in my eyes. "I did lust a girl on that trip. It lasted half a second, if even, and I hated myself for it. Then I started thinking that maybe you lusted someone else too. I mean if I did, then why couldn't you, you know? When I saw how close you and Louis became while I was gone... I lost it."

I didn't talk, I couldn't talk. I just looked intensely at him, trying to keep my tears in. I knew that if I talked, my voice would crack, so I just pressed my lips together and waited

"That night, I ran back to the motel in the rain and waited for your call alone in a disgusting and dark room... and it hit me so hard to realize that life was still going on while I was gone. The world kept turning, the sun kept shining, and someone else was there to make you laugh, to bring you places, to have conversations with you at night. And that person was not me."

I brought one of my hands to his face, brushing my thumb slowly on his cheek, right under his eye. He was so handsome, so fucking beautiful, and the confession he was telling me made me realize that he loved me more than I thought he did, even if he made mistakes, sometimes, the way I did too.

"I was so jealous. I still am. I'm so fucking jealous and i'm not used to it. I don't know how to handle it, or what to do with it. It makes my insides burn so bad. I mean I know it's not rational, and I do trust in you it's just..."

He shook his head with a grimace and I knew exactly how he felt.

"It's okay, I get it." I let out in a low tone.

He blinked a few times, his gaze falling on my lips as I nibbled on my bottom one without really realizing it.

"I made you feel like that a lot, didn't I?" he asked as I nodded. "And I bet I will again without even wanting to."

"Probably." I murmured. "You're always around beautiful girls. And everyone loves you."

"It doesn't matter who else loves me, Olivia." he pointed out, the left corner of his lips moving up. "I only love you. No one else. Focus on that."

I knew that at some point, Niall would start writing songs again. I knew he'd record an album, I knew he'd go on tour, I knew he'd meet tons of girls, go to galas, make collaborations and concerts... I knew that many girls would flirt with him and try to get a piece of him, even if they'd know he was taken, and i'd have to be strong or it would kill me.

"Do you promise to always be honest with me?"

"I thought you'd make me promise to always be faithful to you." he raised his eyebrows in surprise and I just sighed.

"Can you really promise me that?" I said with a shrug, looking away. "Do you think you could really keep that promise?"

"Hey, hey..." he said a little louder, trying to get my attention. I held my breath and looked back in his eyes. "Yes, I can keep that promise. I promise to always be faithful to you, and I promise to always be honest with you. On my life, Olivia, I swear."

I didn't know why, but his words made me feel better. I emptied my lungs and sent him a small and fond smile.

"I promise you the same."

[serrj215]

2nd Room

There was so much to do, too much to do. Raven was starting to regret refusing Bart's and Conner's offer of help. They would have been moved in less than 30 seconds. Of course it would take days to figure out where everything was, and if Bart’s room in the tower was any indication she would be finding her clothes in the dishwasher.

Moving is exhausting despite mystic talents or super powers. It was a mental drain trying to figure out where everything went, where it was supposed to go and what they were missing. Raven had spent half an hour trying to place a small protective statue of Athena. A house warming present from Donna Troy. It was a lovely piece but there was no obvious place to put it. It was the same story with an area rug given to them by Wally and Linda West. It was thick and well made, and it was obvious that Linda picked it out. It was still rolled up leaning against the statue of Athena.

It took Raven hours trying to get the kitchen in order. It didn’t help that her boyfriend's packing style was a little haphazard. She had found most of the utensils in a box labeled bathroom, and the mugs were hidden under Garfield's anime dolls, no sorry figurines he was sensitive about that sort of thing.

It also didn't help that their friend Victor had given them every kitchen gadget known to man as his housewarming gift. It was very sweet of him but Raven was not sure if she trusted herself to operate a microwave, let alone a blender with 26 different speed settings.

Garfield had been a whirl of green energy since she had said "Yes" and agreed to move in together. He had started packing before they even found the apartment. Then he insisted on loading and unloading the moving truck himself. Every time she got close to lifting a box no matter how small or light he was there. "I will get that for you Rave" She started to wonder if he suspected. Maybe he knew on some unconscious level.

Still even without the heavy lifting it had been an exhausting day and each room still had a small mountain of boxes. Where did either of them get so much stuff?

"VICTORY!" Garfield shouted

"And who have you defeated?" Raven shouted back though the apartment as she opened another box labeled kitchen to find two spatulas and a bunch of video game cartridges.

"Come to OUR bedroom and look!" Gar had been doing that all day. It was not the kitchen it was 'our kitchen', not the bathroom it was 'our bathroom'. You have never met someone so happy to be sharing a space.

Raven walked into the bedroom just in time to see her boyfriend flop onto the bare mattress of the newly assembled bed. Once settled on his back he lifted up a small brass L shaped tool and threw it across the room behind a mountain of boxes he had hoped never to see again. This was his 5th attempt to turn a box of wood and steel into a bed.

"I never thought I could hate a piece of metal so much. " he said breathing hard like he had just ran a mile full out.

"Well it's finished. Congratulations. " She said leaning over him.

"Not Yet!" He reached up and pulled her into the bed with him.

"What are you doing!"

"Testing phase, the most important part of the process." He said with a laugh as they tossed together for a moment settling with Raven lying on her side resting her head on Gar's shoulder.

"Satisfied?" She asked pushing her hair out of her face.

"Not even close." He said pulling her closer starting to kiss down her neck. The warmth from his lips flooded into her and started stirring something.

"Not now." she groaned out reluctantly pushing him back a bit. It was sometimes too easy to give in to him. Raven knew if she did they'd be spending the rest of the day “testing” their new bed instead of getting anything done. "We still have to finish unpacking."

He groaned and let his head fall back. "I know we still gotta get the living room setup, the Wifi, we got to find out if the neighborhood pizza place is any good."

She craned her head to look him in an eyebrow raised.

"What? A guy has to eat, and we haven't hit the grocery store yet all that’s in the fridge is water and empty ice cube trays".

She thought for a moment. “The Thai place up the street, it's menu has a big vegetarian section.”

Garfield ears perked a bit. “That does sound good” He sat up a bit in the bed. “I could go for noodles and peanut sauce”

“That and you eating a little less bread a grease might be an idea.”

“We have been moved in for 17 hours and you're trying to change me already?” he said with a laugh.

Ravens arm wrapped around his chest “I just want you around for a while, I promise Pizza is in our future just not tonight. “

"Speaking of the future, what do you want to do with that spare room?" He asked. "I mean we could just do a guest room but maybe a home gym would make more sense?"

"We do still have the Tower for that, I did have another idea."

“You're going to let me turn it into a man cave?” He said with too big a grin to be taken seriously.

“As much as it appeals to me to sequester you, your xBox, your plastic anime girlfriends and eventually Victor so the rest of the house is available for my own peace and quiet, no. “

Garfield tried to hold back a laugh. "How about Raven’s little library. Get some comfy chairs, floor to ceiling shelves for your books, a sign on the door that says SHHHH, the whole 9 yards. All the peace and quiet you could want."

"Tempting, but not what I had in mind.” She squeezed him a bit. He could live there just wrapped up in her.

“Raven, this is our place, You tell me what is going to make you happy, I am just so glad that you are here with me. “

"A nursery" she said quietly.

"You mean like plants?" His mind immediately jumped to an image of a room full of lush green and potted flowers.

"No Gar, there is something that I need to show you.” Raven said getting up. She straddled his waist”

“Oh I like where this is going”

Raven ignored the obvious innuendo and placed her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes closed “Azerath Metrion Zinthos” she chanted opening up a pathway between her and the man she loved. It was not the first time that Raven shared something like this with him. It was another way for her to be close to someone, and it was time to share a secret she had been keeping. Garfield got lost in the sensation and the rhythm of her words, his own lids fell.

Thoughts and images poured into Garfield mind. Playgrounds,joy, stuffed animals,excitement, names,trepidation flashed at random then he felt it. There was another presence, un-directed curious and simple. When Garfield focused his other senses came along. Raven’s familiar scent had changed, intensified in some ways softened in others. Her skin had taken on more color, he had written it off as some extra time in the sun but then he heard it. The gentle but regular thumping of a small heart.

His eyes shot open and his surprise the shock breaking the link. “Raven you're pregnant? I mean that's what I felt right! You...we... are going to-” his voice started shaking.

“Yes Gar.”

“We're going to have a baby?” he said just above a whisper.

“Yes Gar”

“I am going to be a dad?”

“That's generally how it works. “

Garfield was still as a statue for a moment. Then it happened. Raven didn't know what she felt more the tidal wave crash of emotion or the fierce hug wrapped around her. He buried his face in her neck.

"Baby!" He declared “Rave, I didn't think we could, I mean, I thought that this was impossible." His voice shook. “You are going to be a great mom!”

Raven’s arms came around him. “Thank Azar, I wasn’t sure how you would react.”

“I have never felt something so big in my life!. I want to tell everyone, I want to go out and get toys and diapers and you're going to, and things and that things and-” He was talking too fast and his mind was jumping to a dozen places at once.

“Slow down.” Raven said softly one of her hands slowly stroking the back of his head. She kissed his forehead.

He wiped his eyes with his hands, trying to steady himself. The last few minutes was like getting hit by cold lighting. He wanted to tell Vic, and Bart, and Conner, the justice league, he never met Darkside but if he did the first words out of his mouth would be “Me and Rae are having a baby!”

Then a horrible realization hit Garfield square in the face. “SHIT!”

“What’s wrong?”

“The kid is going to need a crib, and a changing table and a dresser, I am going to have to find that damn Allen key” Garfield said flopping back into the bed.

Raven gave a small laugh. “Yes our child will need those, later. Right now can we just enjoy the moment?”

“Your right, we need to celebrate.”

“Gar, the aprt-”

“Can wait!” He sat up taking both her hands. “The boxes are not going anywhere. Let me take you to dinner tonight. Then maybe we can open Dick’s housewarming gift.”

Raven was almost afraid to ask “What did Dick get us?”

Gar’s face broke into a smile a wild look in his eyes. “Satin bed sheets” he said before pouncing on her. The next thing she knew, Raven was on her back. His hands quickly ran under her shirt to do deliciously sinful things. His mouth biting that one spot on the base of her neck taking a sledgehammer to her self control.

“Gar” she moaned out. “What are”

“Trying for twins.” He said before capturing her mouth with his.

@westernfan1​ Requested this story and asked for it to be based on the Geoff Jones version of the characters. This was an interesting challenge for me since most of my stuff I write I base on the TTA universe borrowing from other cannons when I need to and where it doesn't conflict.  So I do hope you all enjoy it and please be forgiving if a few details are a little off. 

I would also would like to thank @loubuggins​ who gave me a dissertation worthy of university admission on this subject.  Thank you Lou in my mind you are the foremost expert on Jones version of Beast Boy and Raven.  

[ravenforce]

Same Side

Prompt: "Hi! Could you maybe do a Carol x reader where at first Carol doesn't trust reader (who's part of the team), and is very closed off; at the end reader proves she's just as strong and determined as her; Carol is surprised and realizes she is attracted to her and asks her out? Thanks!"

Requested by: @swimmingchaos821

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 1589

Warning/s: None. Except its kinda long.

A/N: In this one, R has the same power as the supers (flight, strength, speed). I hope I did it justice. Also, I typed this out from my phone. Any grammatical and spelling mistakes, I apologise.

***

You have lived your whole life trying to hide who you are. Born with extraordinary abilities, you have lived your whole life trying to fit in. But ever since Thanos wiped half the universe's population, the need to hide ceased. The world needed help picking up the pieces left behind to be able to function as a race. You aided the Avengers in defeating Thanos, and reversing the mass destruction of half of the universe.

With friends, loved ones safe and back in the land of the living Tony Stark deemed it only proper to throw a small party; just for family and friends, to celebrate another shot at life. It's a good excuse to officially meet the new members of the team. You have basically met everyone, except one. You're kind of nervous because you've heard Carol is, well, intense.

***

The party is casual. No one really has the energy, both physically and mentally, to dress up. Everyone was already in the common area mingling when you arrived. You opted to wear a low cut black jeans, and a white cotton blouse. On the way to the tower, you felt nice. Now, you felt underdressed. Even with jeans and t-shirt, the Avengers are still lookers.

Peter who was standing next to Tony, screamed your name and run towards you. You're only a couple of years older than Peter, making you the second youngest on the team, and Peter's second favourite. Tony pulled you away from Peter and towards Carol. Tony tapped her shoulder, and when she turned around, you're sure you stopped breathing.

"Carol, I'm afraid you haven't been formally introduced, this is (Y/N). She helped us in the fight with Thanos. As well as, the clean up after," Tony said.

Carol looked you over before she shook your proffered hand.

"Carol Danvers," she said formally.

"Pleasure to meet you, Captain," you said with a genuine smile.

Carol tried so hard not to groan at that. You smirked at her.

The party was light, and comfortable. For the first time in a long while, everyone felt like they can breathe for a moment. The world isn't ending, and everyone is safe and sated. You spent a good portion of the night goofing off with Peter, geeking out with Shuri, and talking with Wanda and Natasha. The whole night, Carol only watches you.

***

A few days after the party, you found yourself in the compound summoned by Captain Marvel herself so you can train with everyone else. It didn't sit well with Carol to find you goofing around again with Peter when she arrived at the training room.

"Parker, (Y/L/N) do you mind taking this seriously?" Carol said.

Everyone silently snickered at her town. Peter apologises, and Natasha was about to tell her to chill out when you put your hand on Natasha's arm. You shook your head, and just went to train silently.

While you were focused on not destroying the punching bag. Natasha walked up to Carol. "What's wrong with you?" She asked. Carol quirked her eyebrow, like she doesn't know what she's talking about. Natasha crossed her arm.

"Nothing. I just don't trust (Y/N)," she's said silently.

Natasha gaped at her and said, "why? She's a part of the team."

"I know. It's just that she's too laid back. Like this is some joke. She's always goofing with Peter and I rarely see her train with anyone."

"There's a reason why you don't see her train here. Ask Fury or maybe, come by Basement 4 tonight," Natasha said before walking away.

***

A little over an hour after dinner, Carol noticed the team slowly trickling out. Wanda looked at her before stepping out of the common room. "We're going down Basement 4. Come and get to know her," Wanda said. Carol walked quietly next to Wanda.

"Stay out of my head, Wanda," Carol said without a real bite to it. Wanda just giggled.

"She's not lazy. Training (Y/N) is just a special case, you'll see," Wanda quipped.

The elevator ride down to Basement 4 was quiet. Not tensed but quiet. Carol doesn't know what to expect. When she stepped out of the elevator with Wanda, most of the team is already there. Peter is bouncing on the sole of his feet, clearly excited for whatever it is that's supposed to happen. Tony and Bruce are huddled towards a console connected to the room that looks exactly just like the training room above, only the walls seem thicker. Inside the room, (Y/N) is standing in the middle with Natasha.

(Y/N) is wearing her usual all black tactical suit. When she looked up, she met Carol's eyes and smiled. She waved when she saw Fury next to Carol. Fury just nods at her.

When Tony and Bruce joined the team on the other side of the training room, Tony spoke, "We're all good. Director." Fury touched a button, and his voice boomed inside the room, "Alright, (Y/N) show Natasha what you got."

Natasha smiled dangerously at (Y/N). "No mercy, sweetheart," she teased before attacking (Y/N) with combinations of power punches and kicks. (Y/N) just laughed and blocked Natasha's attacks. Carol is on the edge of her seat, watching (Y/N) match Natasha's intensity. Carol is a good agent, a good captain but sometimes Natasha can still be a little too intimidating even for someone who can shoot fire out of her hands.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) landed a good punch that threw Natasha on the other side of the room. In an instant, (Y/N) was on her side and checking on her. "Shit, Nat are you ok?," she asked, clearly worried about her friend.

Natasha looked up at her and laughed. "I'm okay, Bruce will be sore for days when you're through with him though," Natasha teased before she's walking out. She tapped Bruce's shoulder and he just sighed, "let's get this over with."

***

Carol is confused when Bruce shed his lab coat and entered the room. Carol is up on her feet when she pieced what's about to happen. She turned to Fury, who looks impassive; like this is a regular occurrence. Fury looked at her, "fighting Natasha is about her control while fighting humans, fighting the Hulk is testing that control in general," he explained simply.

Carol is still dumbfounded. All this time, you're training against the Hulk. She wonders how powerful can you really be to be able to take on the Hulk. Fury spoke, "Lose the power dampers, (Y/N)," and that pulled Carol out of her internal musing. She watched as you took off her belt, and apparently, she's wearing leg weights as well.

Every expectation Carol held you to before was thrown out of the window, when you levitated off the ground to dodge a very angry Hulk attack. Carol surmised that the walls are made of reinforced steel to be able to contain you and the Hulk without bringing the building down. You got tired of playing defensive, she dived from the air and tackled the Hulk to the ground. She punched him squarely in the jaw, and in an instant, the Hulk went out.

You smiled at your team and walked out on the other side of the room towards the shower. Carol was the last to leave the basement to watch the sleeping Hulk. She trudges out of the basement, resolved to make amends with a certain teammate.

***

The next morning, Carol didn't find Bruce at the breakfast table.

"Bruce is still out. Don't worry, he's fine," Wanda said in lieu of a greeting.

She was just about to ask about you when you walked in with eco-bags in hand.

"(Y/N) fight me too next time, so you get me ice cream too," Thor said around his waffles. Everyone laughed. You walked out to the dining area, after depositing the goodies at the kitchen.

"Lay off Bruce's ice cream, Thor. I got you chips though," you said as you sat on the table. Only then that you noticed Carol in the room, and you smiled at her.

"Good morning, Captain."

Carol literally blushed as she murmured her greeting.

"(Y/N) I think you broke the Captain," Peter teased. Carol, if possible, turned redder, while you choked on your pancakes.

***

You're one of the last few to leave the dining area. Carol hanged back, fully intending to apologise. Apparently, (Y/N) is the designated dishwasher for today's breakfast. (Y/N) even with her super speed, did the dishes like a normal person, which intrigued Carol even more. She wants to know you more. She wants to be the reason why you laughs so freely too.

Oh shit, Carol thought.

You finished the dishes and was surprised to see Carol watching you.

"See something you like, Captain?" She teased.

Carol cleared her throat. You laughed.

"I actually want to apologise, (Y/N). For being so hard on you, for thinking that you're a slacker, and untrustworthy," Carol bowed her head in shame.

"It's okay, Captain. You didn't know and you didn't know me," you answered softly.

"How about we change that? Coffee?" Carol asked confidently.

You beamed at her. Walked the small distance between each other, and with hands on your back. You tiptoed a little and planted a soft kiss on Carol's cheeks before saying, "It's a date, Captain."

[darlingmckinnon]

- CHARACTER BASICS.

name: marlene saoirse mckinnon

nickname: marls, mar

age: 23

gender: female

ethnicity: white

nationality: half english, half irish 

pronouns: she/her

education: hogwarts

occupation: stage actress and barmaid at the leaky cauldron

hometown: brighton

current location: a small flat in london

affiliation: order 

blood status: pureblood

CHARACTER APPEARANCE:

face claim: kaya scodelario

height: 5′5 

weight: 55kg

hair colour: dark brown

eye colour: blue

dominant hand: right

distinguishing features: light scattering of freckles across her nose

MAGICAL EXTRAS.

patronus: badger - signifies power, passion and aggression

wand: hazel wood with dragon heartstring core, 11″ and not very flexible

boggart: return of lord voldemort, and the deaths of her family and friends

hogwarts house: gryffindor

amortentia: oranges, caramel and fresh cotton 

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: compassionate, intelligent, brave

negative traits: headstrong, over-protective, impulsive

goals/desires: to bring proper peace and order back to the wizarding world, and to become a world-famous actress

fears: losing her family and friends, lord voldemort, enclosed spaces

mbti: esfp - the entertainer

hobbies: drinking, reading true crime novels, acting

habits: nail-biting, smoking cigarettes (which her mother just hates)

questionnaire 

Q1. what are your thoughts on the charity, pur societatis, created to rebuild the wizarding world after the terror of he-who-must-not-be-named? 

“Honestly? I don’t trust them one bit, and I’m certainly not alone in that. Some people think that just because Voldemort is dead, all the bad guys are gone, but I’m not so naïve. The death of one dictatorial monster doesn’t mean they’ve all been suddenly eradicated. They’re up to something fishy, but I’m not quite sure what that is. But hey, I’ve always been told I’ve a habit of sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong… That might come in handy right about now.”

Q2. why did you choose to become an actress and barmaid?

“Well, I sort of fell into acting by a happy accident. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do after school – I didn’t want to go into a super stuffy office job, I love being on my feet and interacting with people. One night after finishing a shift in the pub, I saw a poster advertising auditions for a play at the Old Wizard’s Theatre. I don’t really know what came over me, but I decided to audition for a supporting role and somehow bluffed my way into getting the role. Since then, I’ve been in a good few plays, but obviously my career was, shall we say, put on hold thanks to that bloody War. And I know, I know, don’t say what my mother always says – “acting isn’t a stable career, blah blah blah. But it’s my passion, and my job at The Leaky Cauldron helps keep bread on the table. You’re gonna see me on the stage one day at the Muggle West End.”

Q3. do you feel safer now that he-who-must-not-be-named is dead? or do you believe he is still out there?

“I mean, how safe is safe? Do I feel a bit safer knowing that the maniacal freak that we’ve been fighting for so long is finally dead and gone? Yeah, of course. But like I just said, danger is still out there. Call me paranoid but I keep thinking one of his goons is plotting to resurrect him from the dead, and then, we’re right back to square one. Honestly, I don’t think my paranoia will ever really go away. Guess it’s one of the traumatic side effects of living through war.”

headcanons

·         Marlene’s birth came as something of a miracle. Her mother Josephine and father Aidan had been unable to have children for years until Marlene came kicking and screaming into the world. Her mother jokes that becoming a mother to Marlene was a “baptism of fire.” She screeched the house down non-stop for her first two months of life, and as a toddler, she wasn’t much better.

·         Her younger brother Jacob means everything to her. He is now nineteen and embarking on a career as a Healer. Gentle and kind, he is stark opposite to Marlene’s fiery personality. Growing up, Jacob barely spoke because, as he puts it himself, “Marlene did more than enough talking for the two of us.” They are extremely close and speak every single day.

·         The daughter of two Gryffindors, Marlene was always convinced that she too would be sorted into the lion-crested House. To her surprise, the Sorting Hat debated for some time about whether to place Marlene in Slytherin. Though ambitious and crafty, her bravery manages to outweigh this side of her. Marlene has only ever told one person (Lily) about this.

·         Marlene has suffered repeated night terrors since the end of the War. Most nights, she wakes up at least once screaming in a cold sweat, images of her dying friends playing in her head. She has yet to confide in anyone about this, afraid of seeming like she can’t handle herself anymore.

·         Marlene is half-Irish. Her father came from Co. Clare on the wild west coast, and her family always went back for at least a month every summer. Ireland is probably where she feels most at ease – when she’s a rich actress, she wants to buy her own home somewhere along its captivating coastline.

·         Although it’s more of a side-job while she works her way up the acting ladder, Marlene genuinely enjoys her job at The Leaky Cauldron. Pervy men and dishwashing duties aside, her shifts always fly by because she’s just so busy chatting to everyone who crosses the pub’s threshold. She’ll be the first to admit she’s met many a regrettable one-night-stand through her job.

[wizkiddx]

Not sure if you are taking request at all but if you do, do you mind writing something about Harry agreeing to be the birth photographer at the birth of his niece (tom and reader’s daughter) 🥺🤍

this was so interesting!! personally I am way too self conscious to have a photographer when I *eventually* have a kid aha, but I hope this is what u were looking for x x p.s. coming at my brand w the white hearts :)

tomholland x reader

summary: harry gets terrified by toms request about the birth of his child, but the reader smoothes it over

Having just had a round of golf with Harry, Tom invited him back to yours for a cuppa and a catch up too. After all the years of living and travelling with Harry by his side, Harry in particular was massively important to TOm. Especially since he’d moved in with you, Tom constantly made a super special effort to spend as much time with him as possible. Harry had a key and had no quam with letting himself in uninvited. Though since he had walked in at *the wrong time* a bit too frequently, and then the announcement of your pregnancy - he had cut down the unexpected visits.

“So, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“This does not sound good” Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, looking suspiciously at his brother as he poured the kettle into the two matching ‘Brothers Trust’ mugs.

“Since when? I only ever ask you to do good things?”

“We both absolutely know that is not true.” Harry deadpanned, pointing to the palm of his right hand which carried a large scar. Scar in question had been sustained during one of Tom’s incredibly ‘good’ aka stupid ideas.

“Right fair… I’ll allow that.” He receeded, placing the two mugs onto the counter in front of Harry. All it took was one look at the pale brown colour for Harry to turn his nose up, shooting Tom a look as though he’d just murdered a puppy. The elder of the two sighed, knowing exactly what his brothers snobbiness was about.

“Seriously?”

“It’s not your fault your awful at this, some people just aren’t born with it.” With a sarky pat on the back Harry rounded the counter, pouring the freshly brewed but slightly too milky tea down the drain - before flicking the kettle on to make his own brew… properly this time.

Tom knew his brother well enough to know not to argue or protest, instead perching on the counter as he watched Harry work his ‘magic’.

“But seriously me and Y/n have been talking about the birth cos you know, it’s not too far away now.” This was true, you were now only 3 weeks from your due date - but going by the size of you, you were ready to pop. Quite literally, you didn't know how much longer you could last.

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t mate.”

“Well yeh and I basically um …  had the idea to get a photographer for the birth right? It’s quite an American thing but I don’t want to forget anything and I’m sure it’s gonna be magical.” In response, Harry slowly turned around, empty mug in hand and eyes fierce.

“Are you fucking stupid?!”

To be fair to Harry, that had pretty much been your reaction when Tom first suggested it - word for word. He’d got the idea from one of the crew he’d filmed his most recent projects with, the guy had been raving about how beautiful it was and once he’d shown the pictures to Tom - he had to agree. Eventually Tom had worn you down to it and actually the idea of being able to save the moment you met your kid for the first time didn’t sound too bad. You had firmly set the boundaries of no photos of your ‘labour face’ and absolutely nothing from the ‘other end of the bed.’

The worry for both of you, as it always was given Tom’s reputation, was privacy. Especially the birth of your child, having a stranger there had you straight refusing, even a friend seemed still a little invasive. It was only when Tom had remembered he had a brother (who you were also incredibly close to) who was handy with a camera. Even if he had no experience with this particular type of photography, Harry was a pretty safe pair of hands for a camera in any situation. God knows he’s had enough practice at it.

“No hear me out, Y/n agreed too-“

“Of course this was your idea! So she’s totally fine with me staring at her fanny through a camera lens?”

“Harry” That was a warning tone, which the frizzy haired boy chose to completely ignore.

“No I-I mean, you want me to stare at your finances bits? Isn’t that some sort of weird incsest?”

“Shut the fuck up about Y/n’s body. You OBVIOUSLY wouldn’t be taking photos of that end, more like when the baby gets handed to us you know?”

“When its covered in gunk that came out of Y/n?”

“I’m pretty sure they clean it-“

“Not properly!”

Thankfully perhaps, the conversation was interrupted by the kettle clicking off, the water coming to a boil. With a huff Harry turned round, pouring and then stirring the tea as Tom watched his back from a distance. Neither spoke till after Harry finished, returning the milk to the fridge and then leaning against the counter top.

“Look I get it if you dont want to but your the only one Y/n trusts to do it and it means a lot to me.”

“Y/n wants me to stare at her fanny?!”

“No calm down you div. But you are the only one she trusts to be in the room when our first child is born. Will you just think about it?”

Harry opened his mouth to reply, probably protest, but before he could the front door opened and you called through the house.

“Tom? I’m home!” And becasue the boy was whipped he instantly trotted to the front door giving you a peck on your lips. He murmured to you that Harry was there, his lips moving against yours and you nodded with a small smile. You knew, instantly, that Tom in all his idiocy hadn’t handled it well.

“Would you mind getting all the shopping from car? Pregnant and all, so I’m not allowed to lift a finger.” You cocked your head, laughing as he rolled his eyes with a nod.

“I’m excited for when you can't play that card.”

“But then I’ll be the women who pushed a baby out for you… the mother of your child.”  Winking, you then quickly moved through the house before he could protest, just knowing he was pulling a pouty face as he watched you sway away.

Once in the kitchen you saw Harry nursing his mug like it was the last drink on earth, hunched over it from where he was sitting on a stool on the breakfast bar.

“ You lose at golf?” Opening the conversation, Harry instantly shot his head up, looking slightly terrified to see you.

“Wha- no, no I didn’t actually.”

“Tom asked you huh?” He nodded, seemingly not wanting to commit with words. “I had exactly the same face when he first told me. It’s weird right?”

“Yeh no shit.”

“He’s really keen on it though, I mean he’s like an excited puppy about the whole birth.”

“But you want it too?”

“Sort of. What I do want is for him to be happy though. And I’m fairly certain he’s gonna be terrified throughout the whole birth while I won’t be in a position to help himl.”

“You’ll probably have other stuff on your mind to be fair.” You laughed, at that, nodding in agreement with him.

“Just a little. I did think though, who is a person who I can trust to look after him too during that... and even I draw a line at your dad… Look if you don't want to, I totally get it and I can’t promise that I won’t be screaming at you during if you do. But it would comfort me to know you were there, with or without the bloody camera.”

“Seriously?” Rather than exclaiming it, Harry whispered in shock, not expecting this sort of a revelation.

“Course H! You're my little brother too.”

“I might pass out.”

“So will your brother, at least he won’t be on his own then.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Thnakyouthankyouthankyou!” You squealed, running over to hug him from the back, arms round his shoulders as he squirmed on the stool.

It was at this point Tom walked back in after unloading the ridiculous amount of baby clothes shopping you had done. Big strong Tom had to take 2 trips up and down the stairs to the nursery. Of course, all it took was a few words from you and Harry was falling at your feat. He was hardly surprised. Annoyingly you seemed to have this power over all the Hollands. They never stood a chance.

It wasn’t till later than evening, long since Harry had left and the dishwasher had been put on after Tom had made a mess cooking you dinner. Only then did your phone ping with a text message from Sam.

Sam H

‘I dont know what you’ve done to Harry but I’m scared, he’s binge watching one born every minute.’

Immediately you cracked up, knowing that it was his nervous energy and need to ‘be prepared’. Tom, who was lying behind you on the sofa whilst his hands caressing your stomach, jerked his head up intrigued as the what the ‘ding’ was. You showed him and he snorted in laughter too, whilst nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“How did you bring him round by the way?”

“Oh you know, I’ve got all of you wrapped round my little finger when I want.”

“That you do… do you think I should be worried?”

“Nah your just all softies.” Laughing softly, you pulled his arms tighter around you, wiggling back into him a bit more.”

“You didn’t tell him about the godparent thing though?”

“Course not… we can give him a separate heart attack about that.”

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November 21, 2018

Today was another extremely busy day from the jump. I started working from the crack of dawn and continued working after dropping the boys off at school. The service men showed up to put the dishwasher in and it was like a whirlwind in the house. Then at 1030 I headed to the Coconut Room for Jax’s class Thanksgiving party. (I made a separate post with a video from the party.). Joe met us there and then had to bike back to work afterwords.

Home for lunch with the boys and then I headed to take my Kwaj drivers license test. I had to watch a 90 slide PowerPoint presentation and then answer a series of questions. The man who worked there was very helpful and assured that I was going to pass. We got to talking and I was asking how he ended up here. He had been to Iraq, Afghanistan and Dubai....to name a few places. One of his close friends was killed in Afghanistan-they aren’t active military and were there on civilian contracts. The story of how his friend passed away was surreal and like something out of a horror movie. He said his friend was working in the office and was on the phone with his family when a bomb literally hit the building and him. The part of town that they worked in was so congested and some of the buildings were very difficult to find-including the one that his friend was in. So much so that the paramedics couldn’t find him to save him. The story was so depressing but I told the man that I give him a lot of credit for taking on these jobs and living in countries like he did. It certainly takes a special kind of person. At the end of the test-and a half hour of remarkable stories from this man-I had another drivers license to add to my stack.

Next I ran to Surfway to check if potatoes had been put out since yesterday. That was a negative as well as there still was no bacon or bagels put out. On my way back home I had to stop to take a picture. To my right, on the ocean side, the sky looked like this....

And to my left, on the lagoon side, the sky was dark and ominous....

We had the truck rented from 530-630 so we headed up to the library to pick it up-Jax and I. We ran into Joe on the way so he turned around and came with us. Today was also the day that the Christmas tree pallets were out. So we picked that up and hauled it back in the truck as well.

Kwaj Christmas Tree Farm

Still debating if we should paint the tree or go rustic and just wrap it in lights.

After a long productive day Anthony wanted to learn division and Jax wanted to practice his letters and numbers. That’s how the night ended!

Tomorrow is our Thanksgiving and it is super strange to not be home with our family! And the fact that it is sunny and 85 degrees doesn’t help either!

Xo