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fandomsonrequests · 4 years ago

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christmas with ateez (hyung line)

reader: gn!, m!, f!

notes: merry christmas! i hope y'all enjoy this and are having a good holiday season!

edit: you can read the maknae line here 0w0

seonghwa:

“Minji, be careful!” You call out to your daughter as she runs around the living room, Christmas lights in hand while her twin sister, Minjung, runs after her.

You invited your boyfriend, Seonghwa, to help decorate the Christmas tree you picked out and set up in the corner of the living room. It was almost complete: just a few more ornaments, the lights, and the angel topper were all that was missing.

And just as you had predicted, Minjung tripped over the lights carried by her twin. Fortunately for her Seonghwa had just stepped into the living room in time, managing to catch her before she hurt herself on the lights and the floor. He knelt down in front of her, making sure she was okay before Minji joined her.

“Jungie— I’m sorry are you okay?” She frantically asks her twin.

The girl in question, always being the quieter of the two, only nodded. She nuzzled into Seonghwa’s hand when he cupped her cheek, giving it a light pinch. “No more running. Alright, you two?”

The girls nodded and went over to you, handing you all the other decorations you needed. Your heart melted at the sight of how your boyfriend interacted with your daughters. They weren’t his biological children but he treated them like they were his own. He always showered them in love and never failed to check up on them whenever he could. Sometimes you would joke about how he loved them more than you.

Time goes on as the four of you continue decorating and the only ornament missing on the Christmas tree was the angel topper. Seonghwa gingerly took the angel from its box as it was a bit fragile. But before he could set it on the tip of the tree, he felt a gentle tug to his pants leg.

He looked down to see Minjung shyly play with the fabric on his pants. “What is it babygirl?”

“Can we put the angel on top, daddy?” Minjung asks with rounded eyes, lips pursed in a pout.

“Yeah, daddy can we?” Minji added as she jumped up and down from her spot. “I’ll put the halo on the angel!”

Shock fills your system while your eyes widened at what the girls had called your boyfriend; your jaw dropped in pleasant surprise. You look to Seonghwa who had the same expression on his face— except that his eyes were more glossy than usual: a telltale sign that he was close to tears.

He manages to hold back from crying and nodded, his initial shock melting into a soft smile. “Of course my little stars,”

He lifted Minjung first who set the angel on top before lifting Minji next who carefully placed the halo on its head. They both thank him by placing a kiss on each of his cheek, giggling to themselves when he hugged them in return. You then move to switch on the lights of the tree, allowing it to glow in all its beauty.

Seonghwa, overwhelmed by the emotions he was feeling, scooped up all three of his girls into his arms, eliciting a bout of laughter from all of you. You four fell back into the couch as he showered you in kisses. The little girls squealed in delight at the onslaught of affection being given to them.

Seongjwa lets them go before turning to you, all the stars in his eyes. “I love you so much, _____.” He leaned in to kiss you, cupping your cheek in the process.

“Ewww, mommy, daddy. There’s no mistletoe, don't kiss.” Minji whined when she saw you two locked in an embrace.

Seonghwa smiles at the title, grateful that you let him not only into your life but into the girls’ as well. Because in the end, he managed to create this little family with you.

hongjoong:

You chuckle as you trail after your boyfriend who was shuffling over to a particular sweater that caught his eyes. He ran his hands over the soft woolen fabric, pushing it to the side to see if there were anymore when he gasped in pleasant surprise.

“_____ look,” Hongjoong said as he coaxed you over. A bright grin adorns his lips when he showed you the item that got him excited.

Behind the striped, Christmas themed color sweater he liked was another version of it. Except the colors were reversed with the previous ones. It was a clear sign that these sweaters were meant to be matching with each other. Hongjoong wasn’t usually the type to practice couple matching activities but it was Christmas- this time was an exception.

He pulled both sweaters off the rack and held both of them out. “What do you think?” He asks as he looked up to you.

“I think both would look good on you, baby.” You tell him with a fond smile.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes in amusement and lightly swat at your chest. “I meant which one would you like?” He looked over at the two articles of clothing again.

You deflate a bit at the thought and shove your hands into your pockets. “Oh, I- I dunno if either would suit me…” You trail off.

Your boyfriend turned to you with a small frown. You’ve brought this up with him before- that sometimes you feel a little insecure with what you wear. You feel a little intimidated with the clothes you aren’t used to- afraid that you wouldn’t pull it off like he would. Hongjoong always seemed to make whatever article clothing on-hand work. And if he wasn’t satisfied he’d reform it into something better.

With a small sigh, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, a small yet gentle smile on his lips. “Trust me on this baby, you’d rock this look.” He says before sliding his hands down to yours to give them a comforting squeeze. “And it’s not just me being biased.”

You release another sigh and look over at the sweaters in his arms and decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try it on. “Can I try them on at least?”

Hongjoong’s bright toothy grin returned as he led you over to one of the dressing rooms while handing you the sweaters that fit your size. You come out in the dominantly blue one with white adjacents. The dressing room attendant nearby saw you and gave you a warm smile.

“I think the sweater you have on right now suits you very well.” They say.

“They look good in it don’t they?” Hongjoong asks the attendant while shooting you a smirk that read “I told you so.”

You roll your eyes, briefly sticking out your tongue at him (to which he mimicked), and laugh to yourself. Battling your insecurities was so much easier with Hongjoong around. Especially when you get to see that cute grin of his that never fails to lift your spirits.

You lean into his arm while the both of you lined up at the checkout counter, arm looped with his. You lean up to briefly kiss his cheek, knowing that he wasn’t too fond of PDA. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” He tells you as he kissed your temple. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.”

yunho:

“DADDY! PAPA! WAKE UP!!”

A groan escapes you when you feel a weight land onto your chest, shaking you and your husband Yunho awake. Your eyes crack open one by one to be greeted with the gap-toothed smile of your daughter, Iseul. Her hair was sticking out everywhere from her bed-head, pajamas askew.

She squeals in delight when Yunho pulls him into his warm chest, nuzzling into her hair. “What’s got you so excited bub?” He asks as your daughter wriggles around in his arms.

“It’s snowing! We should go outside and play,” She says as she poked her father’s cheeks and writhed out of his hold. She tugs at your arms when neither of you moves to get up. “C’moooon, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

You turn your head to the window and true enough, white powder coats the window sill while frost crept on the glass in intricate designs. Muffled sounds of children laughing and yelling outside were heard along with the occasional thud of snowballs hitting their target.

“Alright, alright,” You relent and sit up, a lazy grin playing on your lips when Iseul lets on an excited cheer and shuffles off the bed. “Slow down sweetheart, daddy and I are still half-asleep.”

“That’s why I brought you two coffee-” She says as she points to the tray beside your bedside table. True enough there were two steaming mugs of coffee. Most likely it was the instant ones since those were easier than the brewed ones. You were worried that she could have hurt herself in the process but she was ten years old, old enough to do a lot of things on her own. Something soft hits your face and you look down to see it was your scarves, gloves, and hat.

Iseul was at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. It was evident that she shared the same type of energy with her father at the way she was practically vibrating with excitement. That was when Yunho jumps out of bed and scoops her up into his arms, blowing raspberries into her cheek while she laughs at the ticklish feeling. “You go down ahead, bub. Papa and I will follow you.” He says with a kiss on her cheek, setting her down and fixing her pajamas.

Your daughter nodded and ran down to put on her coat and gloves, more than ready to play out in the snow. You on the other hand fought back the urge to flop back down onto the bed. Yunho sees you sluggishly make your way out of bed, going over to your side and helping you up.

“Good morning my darling,” He cooed to you as an arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your chapped lips.

“Ugh, morning breath.” You tease only to earn a dramatic gasp in return. You hush him up by kissing him despite your fake protest, humming in content at the moment you shared with your husband.

Yunho looked down at you with love in his eyes when you two pulled away. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he smiled dorkily at you, grin lopsided and his gaze soft at you. “Whaaaaat?” You whine.

“What do you mean ‘whaaaaaat?’” He imitates. “I just wanna cherish this moment with you.”

“You doofus,” You huff in amusement, pecking his lips in a silent request to let you meet your daughter downstairs. “C’mon, before she goes out in the snow without her boots… again.”

So that was how you spent your morning, playing in the snow and enjoying the cold with the two loves of your life.

yeosang

You grunt as you lift the heavy box of Christmas decorations from your garage and into the living room where Yeosang sat cross legged on the floor, stringing some popcorn onto some nylon threads for the Christmas garlands. He looked up to see you huffing when you threw the box down to the ground, falling back into the couch. He couldn’t stop the soft giggle that bubbled from his throat, effectively catching your attention.

“What’s so funny?” You whine at him, getting up from your spot on the couch and tossing a couple of popcorn pieces into your mouth.

“You just looked silly.” He tells you honestly with a small but loving smile.

He swats your hand away gently when you keep reaching for some compopcorn. He complained that you’ll finish eating his decorations before sneakily grabbing a bite of some while you weren’t looking. You became quiet as you fell into the routine of unpacking the decorations. It was a nice sort of silence, one where you knew things didn’t need to be said because sometimes, the silence alone was enough.

A couple of questions were thrown here and there, like “where does this go again?” or “are you sure this still has batteries in it?” Yeosang managed to finish a couple of garlands, which could have been four but you both grew hungry, and stood up to help you decorate the house. There were a few ornaments you had bought but most of them were DIY-ed by the both of you. It wasn’t as neat as the ones from the store but that was the charm to it. Besides, you didn’t mind having “hethetmon” being put up in a few places. Yes, things were going smoothly.

That was until you had to untangle the Christmas lights for the outside of the house. You grunt as you yank out a few knots in the wires while trying not to break the filament glasses. And Yeosang as usual was watching you struggle. It’s not that he didn’t want to help you, it’s just that he’d rather you ask him to do so.

He turned from his spot by the wall from hanging stockings, going over to you and picking up the other end of the lights. Although he made no move to help you untie it, instead he resorted to directing you on how to do it. You didn’t mind though because at least you had another pair of eyes to see knots where you couldn’t but the wires seemed to furl even more together.

“You know what Sangie, why don’t you do it?” You huff in annoyance and hand it over to him. “My fingers hurt.”

“You were at it for only 30 minutes, _____.”

“Well it’s tangled as hell I can’t undo it easily.” You argue before watching him fight with the Christmas lights.

For a few minutes, he seemed to be able to work it out but as he goes along further down the line, he sees more knots, causing him to throw down the lights in frustration. You laugh at his reaction, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Not so easy huh?” You tease.

“Haha— really funny doll.” He teases back before tossing the remains back into the box. “You know what, lets just take a break and watch some Christmas films.”

Your eyes light up at this and you straighten up in excitement. “Can we watch Die Hard?”

“For the hundredth time, Die Hard isn’t a Christmas film.” Yeosang argues with you but failed to hold back that small yet loving smile he had whenever you get excited about things.

“But it’s set in Christmas and released around that time!” You whine.

Eventually he gives in, but not before saying that he’s watching this because you want to and not because it’s a Christmas classic. It all works out in the end because you’re settled comfortably in Yeosang’s arms while you two watch the iconic film.

The decorations could wait.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x male reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez smut #park seonghwa x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #jeong yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #kang yeosang x reader

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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Miscommunication (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do one with Alex Morgan and reader having a fight and Alex says “take what yours and leave” so reader grabs her hand and takes her. Reader ends up sleeping on the couch. The next day the team won’t stop making fun of reader.

Changed the hand thing JUST a little, but still hope it’s liked. XD

“Alex, just listen to me please...” You frown, the woman shaking her head.

“No, I’ve been listening to your excuses for weeks, you promise me no secrets Y/N! And that’s all you’ve been doing is being secretive! You’re barely at home anymore!”

“Alex you need to just listen please I-

“You’ve been saying for weeks you were busy running errands, or helping Ash or Ali, but the truth is you haven’t been with either of them!”

“Alex. Let me explain.”

“NO. YOU KNOW WHAT, TAKE WHAT’S YOURS AND GO.” Alex points to the door and you shake your head, jaw clenched.

“FINE I WILL.”

The forward’s brows furrow when you walk over to her.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

The woman lets out a squeal when you pick her up, your arm sliding beneath the backs of her knees and around her shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing, put me down!” Alex slips her arms around your neck, wiggling in your hold, but you shake your head.

“You said, take what’s mine and go, so I am.” You grumble, moving towards the front door.

Alex’s heart skips a beat in her chest, but she rolls her blue orbs in annoyance, smacking your chest.

“Put me down you ass.” She sighs, her nails scratching the nape of your neck, of course, making you melt.

You sit Alex down gently on the floor, her blue orbs locking with your sad Y/E/C ones. She sighs, relenting at the sad look on your face.

She cups your cheeks, surprising you when she presses a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t want you go, I... I was just mad, and I took it too far.” She cups your cheeks, the pads of her thumbs gliding along your smooth skin.

Alex presses another kiss to your lips.

“You’re still riding the couch.”

You throw your head back with a groan, watching your girlfriend as she makes her way towards the bedroom.

You hear your phone chime in your pocket and bring it out, staring hopefully at the screen.

“Jesus Christ, finally...” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head as you move to the couch.

“Finally, you come through for me.”

***

Alex tosses and turns in bed, her face scrunching up as she reaches blindly towards your side of the bed, but when her fingertips brush a cold sheet, she remembers you’re out riding the couch.

A sudden chime from her phone makes her brows furrow, the woman reaching over and taking her glowing phone from her nightstand.

She blinks rapidly, brow furrowed.

“Congratulations for choosing us for your flight to Maui...”

Alex sits up abruptly throwing the covers off, her blue orbs nearly bulging out of her skull.

She’d remembered weeks ago you nonchalantly bringing up places she’d want to eventually visit, and Maui was number one on her list.

Alex feels her bottom lip tremble, the earlier fight between the two of you running through her mind. She’d been so hard on you, not letting you explain, and all along you were planning an island getaway for the two of you.

Alex jumps out of bed, making a mad dash for the living room, practically kicking the bedroom door down.

“WERE GOING TO MAUI!?” She screams, scaring you so bad that you fall off the couch, hitting the floor with a thud, knocking every ounce of air from your lungs.

“WHAT’S ON FIRE!?” You shout, leaping off the floor, turning your head back and forth, your tired eyes barely cracked open.

Alex simply walks over to you, cupping your cheeks gently before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

You reciprocate in confusion, the woman kissing your lips over and over again causing you to laugh.

“Listen, wait.” You put your hands on her shoulders and Alex’s brows furrow.

“What?”

“We... Weren’t we just fighting?” You ask, motioning to your makeshift bed on the couch and Alex sighs.

“Yeah... We were, but only because I thought you were being sneaky...” She mumbles and you cock your head to the side, eyes narrowed. “But now that I know what you were doing...” She bounces on her heels kissing your lips again.

Your eyes double in size, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Wh-What do you mean?” You ask nervously, your eyes darting around her face.

Alex’s brows furrow as she passes you her phone, the email about her ticket on her phone’s screen.

“Goddamn it.” You growl, shaking your head. “They ruined my surprise!” You pout, your bottom lip jutted out.

“This is what you’ve been working on wasn’t it?” She asks and you nod.

“I was with Ali and Ashlyn, I just wasn’t helping them, they were helping me.”

You shrug, sighing.

“I mean, I think you deserve a vacation, we both do, and I know Maui is #1 on your list...”

You smile, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I hate that my surprise was ruined though, but maybe it helped in a way?” You slip your arms around her, pulling her close.

Alex buries her face in your chest and you smile, turning your head to kiss her temple.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting so secretive, I just wanted it to be perfect.”

Alex shakes her head.

“I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of getting so angry...” She mumbles, voice muffled by your chest.

You grin, kidding her temple again.

“It’s alright, I would’ve been just as upset...”

You nuzzle into her temple, taking a deep breath, the smell of her shampoo comforting. You bite your bottom lip to hold back a grin.

“You have to admit...” You snicker. “When you said take your stuff and go, and I picked you up? That was smooth.”

Alex shakes her head, giggling against your chest.

“Smooth as butter, now come back to bed, it’s cold without you.” She pulls back cupping your cheeks.

You lean in, closing the gap between you your lips meeting softly once, twice, a third time and Alex giggles.

The woman lets out a squeal as you lift her in the air and carry her to the bedroom, the woman kissing your neck softly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Morgan.”

Your brow furrows when you realize the woman, who must’ve been more exhausted then you thought, has fallen fast asleep in your arms.

You shake your head.

“I’m in love with a doofus. A doofus I’m going to Maui with.”

***

“Wait, seriously? You tried to carry her out of the house?” Kelley snickers and you huff.

“She told me to take my stuff and go...” You shrug and Emily’s palm hits her forehead.

“So, you LITERALLY picked up an angry Alex Morgan and tried to leave the house?” She shakes her head and you shrug, cringing.

“Yes...”

Christen throws an arm around your shoulder.

“Though that’s incredibly adorable...”

Tobin leans around her.

“I still wouldn’t pick up an angry Alex Morgan.”

You shrug, glancing across the practice field with a grin.

“It all worked out though... At the exception of my surprise.” You pout, but when Alex’s blue orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs across field, you can’t help but grin.

“I think it was all worth it.”

Ashlyn huffs as Ali pats her back, the goalie pinching the bridge of her nose.

“And after all the work we did to keep Y/N’s plan hidden...” She mumbles, but can’t help but grin when she sees you make your way across field to press a kiss to Alex’s lips.

“Y/N’s right...” Ashlyn grins, Ali nodding in agreement.

“Was all worth it.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years ago

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Foreign Touch ch 3

Chapter Summary: Y/N has a special name for our Thomas on Facebook! Will these two finally talk?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 minor cursing?(Is cursing a warning? like wtf.)

Word Count: 1,450 (Give or take)

Previously

Enjoy!

After the dream with Jefferson, Y/N found herself always watching him when they were in the same class. Even at the game Friday night, as the cheerleaders were cheering for the team, Y/N’s eyes watched Number 17 with the name “Jefferson” on the back. The dream made it so she would look at the bushy, curly haired jock and blush. Y/N hated herself for blushing.

Surprisingly he never did try to talk with Y/N after the text messaging he had sent her. Y/N actually had her eyes peeled for him just in case he tried to talk with her.

Yet when the game was finally over, their team winning. Everyone was celebrating. Y/N was being invited to the after parties, yet Y/N couldn’t. She had a early morning and a busy weekend ahead of her. With tutoring and helping Alex with his campaign. She waved to the other cheerleaders before gathering her things.

“Y/N! Thought I missed you!” A familiar voice said from beside her and Y/N froze, wide eyed.

Thomas.

The very same man she wanted to avoid. How could she stand in front of him after that dream?

“Jefferson! Get away from my sister!” A voice called from far away. It was enough to distract the football player and allow Y/N to slip away quickly.

Rushing to her car, face red as a tomato. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she was even holding in before getting into her car.

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Laying around the living room floor, Y/N was eating some popcorn as Alex, John, Herc and Laf were all on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

“I think… my soulmate is a bag of sour gummy worms…” Y/N said randomly with a sigh and rubbed at her eyes. Visibly tired, hair still damp from her shower. Wearing a pair of black slim sweatpants and a black tee-shirt with the cookie monster on the front of it. Y/N looked over at her friends.

“I just ate a whole bag of the gummy worms, Y/N” Lafayette said, holding up the empty bag to prove it.

Gasping, sitting up. Y/N placed a hand on her chest. “You ATE my soulmate? You asshole.” She tossed a throw pillow that was on the floor at the boy and they laughed.

Yawning, Y/N stood up and rubbed her eyes. “I’m off to sleep. Night guys.” She waved and moved to the stairs and quickly made way to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, Y/N crawled in bed and grabbed her phone. Only to sigh and seeing that Thomas had sent her various messes on Facebook messenger. Why did he have to come to her for help? Y/N had enough on her plate to add one more person to help. Honestly.

With a sigh, she sent a message, hoping it would get him to back off. Honestly, why did everyone want Y/N to help them? Surely there were other smart people at the school.

When he called her, Y/N frowned and moved so she was sitting on her desk chair and accepted the call. Putting on her earphones so no one would hear Thomas Jefferson of all people talking to her.

“Ok. What the hell do you want?” Y/N asked, getting right to the point.

Only to narrow her eyes at Thomas’ smiling face.

‘at least his smile is nice…. and a cute dog’

Shaking her head from that thought. Y/N sighed. “Come on, I want to sleep.”

“RIGHT! First, are you ok?“ Thomas asked, catching Y/N by surprise that he seemed to actually be worried about her. After Y/N nodded, assuring him was was fine. Thomas went back to why he was bothering her in the first place.

“SO, my parents, they are going to be celebrating Twenty-Five years of marriage… the silver anniversary.” Thomas sighed. “A few birdies in school said you usually plan the Hamilton’s parties… and I’ve been to some of those with my parents. You’re good. I was hoping to… hire you to help me plan a party for my parents.” He raised an eyebrow and Y/N frowned.

That was the last thing she expected him to say. Sitting there on her chair, Y/N was thinking about it. Maybe doing some planning could be a good thing?

With a sigh, she eyed Thomas on her phone screen. “Fine, I’ll help you.” She agreed and couldn’t help but smile when he did. The man had an incredible smile.

“Thank you so much for this. I’ll pay you for your service. No need to worry about it. OK?”

“Jefferson, chill out. We’ll talk about money another time…” Y/N rolled her eyes smiling. “Aren’t you supposed to be partying?” she changed the subject and glanced at the time. Usually at midnight everyone at the game who was at the party were wasted by this time.

“Nah, my parents took me out for a big celebration dinner.” He shrugged. “Why didn’t you go?”

Y/N shrugged and looked around her room. “Have too much to do tomorrow. Didn’t want to be hungover for it.” She simply stated before tilting her head. “Hey, do you think I should put fairy lights around my room?” Y/N randomly asked Thomas.

That’s how the two spent the next hour and a half. Talking while her phone was resting up against her desk pointing at her bed and she was stringing lights up around her room.

“Yo... your room is so much cooler than mine.” Thomas snorted once Y/N had finished and was laying on her bed holding her phone.

“I don’t doubt it. I do have better taste.” She smirked and winked at the male before laughing. “OK, I am going to get off now and actually sleep. I’ll… unblock your number tomorrow and we’ll talk about the party. Deal?” she raised an eyebrow.

Once they both agreed to that, said their goodnights with little smiles. Y/N rolled her eyes when Thomas ruined it.

“Dream of me, I know I’ll be dreaming of you.”

Of course, that just got Y/N to hang up on him instead of actually replying.

“Cocky asshole… ugh.” Y/N muttered as she turned off the lights and closed her eyes. After minutes of rolling around to find a comfortable position. Y/N finally fell asleep.

“Oooh, Thomas!” Y/N yelled out as she walked around a house with a huge smile on her face.

“COME FIND ME!” a voice called back and Y/N just laughed before going on a search throughout the home.

It wasn’t until ten minutes of looking for the tall doofus she felt hands on her waist and her sides were being tickled.

“NOO!” she squealed and quickly got away, giggling. Turning and glaring at the man, she crossed her arms over her chest. “You asshole!”

“Aww, I’m sorry sweetheart.” Thomas pouted and stepped forward. His hands returning to her waist, their foreheads touching and small smiles on both of their lips. “But hey, you found me!” he wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N just laughed.

“Yeah, whatever. Lunch is ready.” She tried to get out of his grasp. Yet, Y/N found herself pressed up against the wall.

Thomas softly kissing her cheek. “Fine… we’ll pick up after we regain our energy.”

As the two walked towards the kitchen, Y/N glanced up at Thomas. “Hey, can I have a kiss?”

Thomas, with a smirk on his face shrugged. “I dunno, Y/N… CAN you?” he asked, and Y/N’s mouth fell.

After about a minute of silence, Thomas sensing he fucked up, gulped.

“Guess I can’t.” she shrugged and walked to the kitchen, leaving Thomas standing in the doorway.

“Y/N… babe, I was just kidding.” He laughed and followed after her.

“Yeah? Pity, I don’t want your kisses anymore.” She simply said as she sat to have to tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich, she made for them.

Not having it, Thomas turned her chair around and lifted Y/N head with his finger under her chin. “Come on, baby girl… gimme a kiss?” he smiled and the two met in the middle. Lips softly brushing against one another.

Once again Y/N woke up gasping and her hand flew to her lips. “What the heck…” she mumbled and rubbed her tired eyes. Checking the time and seeing it was a little past Four am. Y/N fell back against her pillows and sighed. Wondering what the hell was up with her dreams. She could NOT have a crush on Thomas Jefferson.

Streets away, Thomas was laying in his own bed. Thinking about both the dream and the girl in his dream. Surely it meant something… they talked, and he dreamt of her. Of course, he woke up as soon as they kissed. But it HAD to mean…. Something!

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monaownsmyass · 4 years ago

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Girl Friends

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Open Heart 2, (after) Chapter 15

Pairing: Jackie Varma x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 3,145

A/N: Jackie has something special planned for MC. Okay ngl, I STRUGGLED with this one. Idk why but I did so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but dw, there’ll be more hopefully better Jackie x MC fics in the future! Also @playchoices make MC and their LI official challenge.

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"Do you know what's up with Jackie?" I asked Sienna and Elijah while we had brunch together at the dining table. Aurora and Jackie were at work but we were off today. "She's been a little jumpy lately."

They looked at each other then back at me.

"I mean I know she had that whole thing with Panacea Labs but I don't know... this feels... different," I explained further. "She won't even tell me what's wrong!"

Elijah let out a cough while Sienna just ate her cereal quietly, suddenly very interested in the little loops floating in milk.

I squinted at them. "You both know something."

Elijah looked away, not wanting to face me but Sienna's head shot up and her eyes widened.

"What? Of course not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would we? Right, Elijah?"

She chuckled nervously and I heard her murmur, 'oh god' under her breath. Elijah glared at Sienna and whispered to her 'shhh!'.

"I'm right here!" I threw my arms up in disbelief. "If you guys know something, you better spill! And don't even try lying to me."

"Okay, yeah we know something," Elijah admitted and Sienna gazed at him worriedly. "But we can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" I questioned, feeling myself get annoyed. "I'm worried for her, I've never seen Jackie so on edge and it's stressing me out!"

"She's planning to take you out tonight!" Sienna blurted then immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Sienna!" Elijah shouted.

"What?" Sienna screamed back. "She was gonna find out eventually! Jackie's gonna call her anytime now!"

And just like magic, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Casey," I heard Jackie say nonchalantly. "What's up?"

"Just having brunch with Sienna and Elijah." I shot them a glare and saw them shrink a little in their seats. "Did you need anything?"

"Uh, yeah, actually," she replied awkwardly. "How do you feel about dinner?"

"I have strong feelings about it," I joked. "I don't have it every day but it is pretty important."

I heard her scoff on the other side and I could almost see her eye roll and smile. "I meant with me, doofus."

"Dr. Jackie Varma," I said dramatically. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"God, I'm regretting it already."

She wasn't.

"That wasn't an answer," I teased.

"Hypothetically, if I were to ask you to put on something nice and get ready by 7 for me to fetch you to take you out for dinner, would you?" she avoided the question and I couldn't help the grin forming on my face.

"Hypothetically, of course!"

"So I'll see you at 7?"

"I thought you said it was hypothetical?" I messed with her.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "You're such a dork, I'll see you later."

I laughed at her frustration. "Alright, alright, bye, have a good day at work."

We hung up and I turned to find Sienna and Elijah looking at me cautiously.

"That's what's been bothering her?"

"Uh, yeah," Elijah sputtered out. "Yup, that's it."

"But I don't get why she's been jumpy, we've been out for dinner together before," I stated, confused.

The only response I got was Elijah shrugging while Sienna covered her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No! Of course not!" Sienna squealed in a voice that was higher than usual.

Obviously, I didn't believe them but I decided to let them off the hook.

"Fine, I'll figure it out myself. But at least just tell me Jackie is alright. Tell me nothing bad happened."

"Nothing like that!" Sienna said immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry about it." That was Elijah.

"Okay. Okay, that's all I need to know."

They were visibly relieved that I dropped the subject but I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was going on?

~*~*~

It was just before 7p.m. and I was touching up my make up. I leaned back and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was presentable.

I was wearing a black body-con mini dress with a plunging neckline that was covered in sequins, making it glitter. My makeup was done to perfection and so was my hair.

I turned to admire my reflection and you know what? Screw presentable.

I looked amazing!

I heard the doorbell ring and I grabbed my purse, rushing out to answer it.

I saw Elijah and Sienna sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. I remembered him saying something to Sienna about showing her this action series he's been into during brunch but my mind was still too busy on Jackie to be focusing.

"Oh my gosh!" Sienna shouted when she saw me. "You look great!"

"You planning to make Jackie pass out?" Elijah joked.

"Thanks, guys," I laughed and grinned, moving to answer the door.

I opened it and there she stood, the woman I came to care for, who's always had my back and been there for me through thick and thin. The woman I adored and was the most important person to me in the world, staring at me as if she's be struck by lightning.

And I was sure I was looking at her the same way.

She was wearing a dazzling dark blue halter neck dress that ended mid-thighs, showing off her body. The collar was covered in rhinestones and she wore a bracelet to match.

Her hair was in her usual chignon style while her makeup highlighted her already strikingly beautiful features.

Jackie looked gorgeous!

"Damn," she whispered. Her wide eyes started to smoulder and her slightly agape mouth turned into a grin. She bit her lip.

She sauntered up to me and slid her hands to my waist, eyes running up and down my figure and finally landing on my chest. I shivered under her touch and gaze.

"You cleaned up good."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" I laughed and she dragged her eyes up to mine, offering me a mischievous smile.

Her hand grabbed onto the back of my neck and she pulled me into a kiss. Our lips met in passionate haste. Her other hand roamed my back as mine rested against her hips. I felt the familiar butterflies start to flutter in the pit of my stomach when she kissed me.

We pulled away when we heard Sienna shout, "Not again! Please!"

We burst out laughing against each other's lips and decided to stop traumatising the poor girl.

"Hey, Sienna, Elijah," Jackie greeted them, peering into our apartment.

They greeted her back and before we could walk away to head to her car, Sienna shouted, "Have fun! Good luck!"

Jackie shut the door in a hurry and placed a hand on the small of my back, leading me away from our apartment.

"Good luck?" I looked at Jackie questioningly. "What for?"

Jackie shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows with that girl."

My brows creased skeptically but once again, brush it off. Maybe she was right.

When we made it to her car, she stopped me.

"Wait, I got something for you." She opened the back door of her car and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. She presented them to me, avoiding eye contact and said, "Here."

"Aww, Jackie! This is so sweet!" My heart melted at the sight.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," she murmured.

I accepted them and stepped closer to her. "Aw, you're embarrassed too!"

"I'm not!" she huffed and I giggled, placing a hand on her cheek to direct her gaze to meet mine.

Her skin burned under my touch. Yup, she was definitely blushing.

"You're so cute," I said and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Not exactly my brand," she said with a sly grin. "But I'll take it."

She opened the passenger's seat door for me and I ushered me in, me still holding the bouquet.

She closed the door behind me and got into the driver's side. She started the engine and pulled out of the car park.

Throughout the entire car ride, Jackie was jittery. I noticed her fingers drumming against the steering wheel which I've come to learn meant that she was nervous even if her face was stoic.

"You okay?" I asked her worriedly.

"Oh, yeah," she said mindlessly and turned the corner.

"If you say so," I said quietly and the rest of the ride was silent until we reached our destination.

Jackie parked a few blocks away so we had to walk to the restaurant. Once again, she opened the door for me and this time, offered me her arm hesitantly.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was definitely a pleasant surprise but this was way out of Jackie's character, I wasn't even sure if this was the same woman.

Wordlessly, I looped my arm around hers as we made our way to dinner, trying to neutralise my surprised expression.

We stopped in front of a grand restaurant which definitely looked like a meal here cost more than our rent.

"Jackie!" I turned to her. "We're having dinner here?"

"Yeah, is it too much?" she asked hurriedly. "If it is, we can just go somewhere simpler."

"No! No, it's just that, can we afford this?"

Jackie's face fell into relief. "Oh, don't worry about it, I've been saving up for a while now." She bit her lip and she lead me into the building. "Also the parents of one of my patients owns the place and they said they'd give me a discount but that's not important," she said jokingly with a smile.

I let out a laugh as Jackie checked our reservations with the maître d'. A waiter lead us to our table and we took our seats.

We opened the menus and after a while, Jackie said, "Okay, I have no idea what any of these are."

"Me neither," I giggled, trying to make out some of the words. "I think this one is... duck?"

"How sure are you?"

"Not at all."

We laughed and Jackie spoke.

"Alright, alright, why don't I randomly pick something for you, just tell me when to stop."

She ran her finger up and down the menu.

"Stop!" Jackie stopped her finger and squinted at the menu item her finger landed on. "What is it?"

"As if I know," she replied laughing. "You'll find out later."

I did the same for her and after we ordered when the waiter returned, I asked, "So was this outfit what you were sneaking out in that garment bag this morning?"

"You saw that?" She gave me a surprised look.

"'Cuz I definitely couldn't see it behind your back when you came into my room this morning to kiss me goodbye," I grinned as I watched her soul leave her body.

"You were awake?!"

I nodded, trying to hold back my laughter. "I always am when you do."

"Oh god," she groaned and hid her face behind her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it so I can tease you and revel in your embarrassment. Which so happens to be now!" I stated proudly.

"That's it, I'm never giving you a forehead kiss ever again." She crossed her arms and slumped in her seat.

"Aw, come on," I reached out to take her hand in mine. "Pleaseeeee?"

She rolled her eyes but fought the grin appearing on her lips. "I'll think about it."

Just then, our food was placed in front of us and we just stared at our respective orders for a good minute.

"What is this?" Jackie asked.

"I wish I knew."

We looked at each other's plates and burst out laughing.

"After you," I said.

"No way, we're doing this together!" She smirked at me. "Unless the great Dr. Valentine is scared of a little..." she trailed off, trying to figure out what was served in front of us. "Whatever that is."

I grinned. "Of course you'd make a competition out of this."

"Hey, less talking, more eating."

We both cut out a small chunk of our food and lifted it to mouths.

"Okay," she said. "Three, two, one..."

Jackie and I bite into the forkful and braced ourselves for the worst. But it wasn't the worst... nor was it the best either?

"I can't tell if I like it or not.. or what this even is," I admitted.

"Me neither."

We looked at each other and started laughing again.

"Let's just stick to sushi next time."

"Agreed," I said, still giggling.

We talked as we ate but I could still sense that Jackie was tense.

"Am I missing something?"

"Hm?"

"The sudden dinner date, the flowers, the opening doors for me," I explained. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, and it's really sweet of you... but you, well, normally you don't do stuff like this. Is there a special occasion today? Did I forget something?"

She glanced at me then back at her food.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she said quietly.

I grinned at her, "Well, I definitely won't complain about that, so thank you, but is that it?"

Jackie started playing with her food, obviously trying to avoid the question.

"What's wrong?" I took her hand in mine from across the table. She let me intertwine our fingers together and I squeezed.

"Nothing, nothing, just a little tired from work."

"Jackie..."

She looked me in the eyes and her gaze softened from seeing my worried expression.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked.

"Are you done eating?"

"We can grab a hotdog or something if you want," she grinned and stood up. "Not like you were actually enjoying it, right?"

I chuckled and let Jackie guide me out of the restaurant.

When we got out, she turned to the opposite direction from where she parked her car.

"Er, where are you going?"

"To go get you a hotdog," she motioned me to follow her. "There's a stand nearby. Also, I need to talk with you."

Uhhh, that didn't sound good.

"Talk to me?" I puzzled, worried. "About what?"

"Nothing bad, don't worry, I'll explain after I get you some food."

She bought me a hot dog but didn't get one for herself.

"You don't want one?"

"Nah," she shook her head. "And I, uh, I'm not gonna lie, a little too nervous to think about food right now."

"Why...?"

She took a deep breath as we strolled down the empty street. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm done? I just... I have to get it all out."

"Is that why you got me a hotdog?" I tried to lighten the mood even though I could feel my heart sink to my stomach. "To shut me up while you talk?"

She snorted. "Even if I did, would you complain?"

"About getting free food? Never."

"Exactly," she let out a soft laugh.

I glanced at her and I knew she was trying to gather her thoughts. I let her, finishing my hot dog in the meantime. Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke up.

"Okay," she began. "I think it's pretty obvious, I'm not one for romance. I'm not the most romantic and I'm no good at it. But it didn't matter, because I thought it was a waste of time, that relationships were a waste of time. I was used to hookups and one-night-stands. And when I first saw you, I thought it would be the same." She paused for a moment and glanced at me. "Except it wasn't."

My heartbeat picked up at her confession and my eyes never left her face even though she wasn't looking at me. A million emotions raced in me.

"I told you during our intern year that I was avoiding you because you were a distraction. Which was true, but I was also avoiding you because I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way about someone. Or if I ever have. I don't do the whole relationship thing, hell, the last was probably in high school. And I thought I'd never get into another one again... but then you came along. I pushed you away but you were still there for me."

She stopped walking and I followed. She looked me in the eyes, gaze never wavering and I stared back into hers. You didn't have to, but you did and suddenly, I could picture me doing all of this... with you. The romance, the commitment, everything. I've never cared about anyone more than I do you. You're the most important thing in my life, Casey. And I don't want to lose you."

She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, steeling herself to say the next words. "So what I'm asking is... what I'm trying to say... ugh!" she slid her hand over her face and blurted out, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She composed herself and cautiously took both my hands in hers, adding on softly, “And can I be yours?”

I looked at her, stunned. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jackie let go of hands rubbed the back of her neck. “Unless, you don’t want to,” she quickly said. “The forget I even asked-“

I cut her off by pulling her into me by the waist, smashing my lips against hers. Hers arms instinctively made their way around my neck to bring me closer. I could feel her racing heart drumming against my own as our lips moved in sync, passion crashing between us.

I broke off the kiss, feeling breathless, arms still around each other. "Yes!"

Jackie laughed blissfully into the night, "Yeah, I think you made it pretty clear."

“That’s why you’ve been skittish all week?”

Jackie scoffed. “I have not been skittish.”

“You so have been!” I argued. “That explains the flowers and everything!”

“That’s Bryce’s idea,” she muttered. “Blame the Scalpel Jockey for most of it.”

“More like thank him,” I laughed. “I can definitely see Bryce written all over this evening.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I went to him for advice,” she smiled. “I must have been pretty desperate.”

I giggled. “And I’m guessing Bryce told Sienna and Elijah?”

“And Raf and Kyra. And Sienna told Aurora,” she went on. “They were more excited than me.”

“’Cuz you were peeing your pants?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but let out a small grin. “I plead the fifth.”

“Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

Jackie beamed and pulled me back into her. “Shut up,” she whispered against my lips as she kissed me.

And so there we stood, under the streetlight with no one else in sight, trapped in each other’s arms as our lips locked in an embrace, with me finally getting to call this amazing woman my girlfriend.

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fluttertickles · 4 years ago

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Fruitcake

With two cups of tea in hand, I enter the living room to see you sitting on the couch, laptop open, still focused on work. When you notice me walking toward you, you look up with a warm smile. "Hey - I was just thinking about you."

I place the mugs onto the table and sit beside you. "What a coincidence, "I reply, "I was just thinking about me too."

You meet my cocky smirk with a playful glare as you set your laptop on the coffee table. "Oh really?" you ask, "so are either of those cups for me?"

"Oh, no, of course not - both mine. You know how much I love tea."

"Good grief," you reply, a hint of a smile coloring your face as you roll your eyes, "you're such a dork." You punctuate your chastising with a few quick pinches at my sides, causing me to recoil in surprise with a gasping chuckle. After regaining my composure, however, I return your smirk with a mischievous furrowed brow of my own, and your smile quickly turns from sly to nervously excited when you realize the playfully cocky demeanor I'm sporting is only strengthened by your ticklish assault and name-calling. Gently, I wrap one arm around your shoulder and rest that hand on your side as my other makes itself comfortable on your tummy, gently rubbing the fabric of your shirt.

“You know,” I chide, looking down at you, “if you’re going to call me names, I may have to establish some 'tac-tickle' defenses of my own.”

At the sound of my over-annunciated “tickle”, you sheepishly look away, avoiding my gaze, but after a moment you reply. “Gosh, even your puns are dorky.”

I match your smile with mine - I love when you take my incredibly transparent bait, knowing fully well what the result will be. My fingertips, still resting on your side and tummy, begin squeezing delicately over your shirt, just enough to elicit a happy gasp followed by a light stream of giggles. “Hey!” you exclaim as I begin pulling you further into my arm so you're nearly laying on top of me, “I barely poked you, this isn’t fair!” yet you noticeably make no attempts to free yourself from the vulnerable position I'm pulling you into.

"Oh, I think I'll decide what's fair,” I tease. “Now, what was it you called me again?” I ask sweetly, slowly dancing my fingers around your ribs and tummy as your laughter heightens.

"You're a dork!" you squeal through your giggles. "Doofus! Fruitcake!"

With each nickname I hear, my tickling increases in intensity, transforming from light scribbles on your ribs into firmer, frenetic squeezes of your belly. Once I’ve begun teasing the bare skin under your easily breached shirt, the ticklish sensations make it far too difficult for you to think of any further names to call me, and even if you could, you’d hardly be able to squeak them out through your helpless belly laughter.

If your rather vulnerable position lying in my ticklish embrace weren't enough to melt you, I can't help but add in more admonishing teases “It’s not very nice to use such mean names,” I scold with the same cocky demeanor as before. “You’re much too ticklish for that.” Your laughter remains too erratic to respond, but we both know that I’d happily goad you into calling me any name you’d like if it meant getting to tickle you into this adorable state each time.

When I sense that you may be ready for a break, my tickles slow to caresses, and you turn over slightly so my previous scribbles on your tummy can be replaced by calming scratches on your back. Your residual giggles sneak out only when my fingertips occasionally lighten their touch on your upper back and neck.

After a few blissful minutes of this, I remark, "your tea's getting cold."

"Oh, I thought they were both yours, your highness?" you ask mockingly.

"Did I say ‘me’ before? I meant they're both for you."

"You're ridiculous," you reply.

"More name-calling?" I ask with a smirk.

"Mmhmm," you answer quietly. After a pause, you shyly punctuate your agreement. "Dork."

My fingers lightly scratching your back transition back to traces down your sides and flutters around the nape of your neck, but you've begun giggling even before it starts to tickle, knowing what you've prompted. "Maybe I am a dork," I admit as my flutters and scribbles speed up, "but you're adorable."

#tickling

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dmc-tings · 4 years ago

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Hi! I heard your requests were open and I wanted to request how the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) would celebrate after their s/o accomplished something. I'm a week away from graduating and it's been stressful but I'm so close! Thank you in advance.

Awww yeah!!! Glad your getting ready to graduate!!! I'm happy for you! I hope you take some time for yourself, and relax! Hope you enjoy this! I kinda winged it, and assumed you were talking about college. Sorry if that wasn't what your moving on from.

Dante

The moment you burst into the shop, ecstatic, your boyfriend picked up on this

He hopped up, as you strode in proudly, holding your certificate of completion

"I did it! I finally got it!"

Dante held his arms up in the air, waiting for you to tell him what you got

You put the paper in his face

He backed up abit looking at the paper, taking it in his hands

"Sweet! You passed.... college?"

You rolled your eyes, "Not just college dumb-dumb, I passed my classes and got my degree. I can be a doctor."

Dante scratched his head, "Well... what do you wanna do?"

You looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully

Your big dummy waited for you, with big eyes

"How about just a movie night? You'd been working alot lately."

He smiled at you, "Sounds good to me!"

You both spent the next few hours getting snacks, drinks, pillows, blankets and movies

Now, all snuggled up, with your personal devil heater

You both spent the night watching movies

Eventually getting to the point, where Dante fell asleep

His head in your lap

Every so often letting out a content purr, as you stroked his hair

Overall a good indoor celebration, just to two of you

Vergil

He had been waiting for the good news

You walked in, feet dragging

Your friends wanted to go out and party, but you declined, knowing that Vergil was waiting for you

He looked up as the door opened

He stood to greet you and noticed your demeanor

"Well?" He asked, raising a brow, like an expecting father

You smiled at him, holding up your certificate

"Right here." You smiled at him

For one of the few times in his life, Vergil gave you a genuine smile

He gave you a kiss, then turned you around and pointed at a bag

"Get dressed. I have something planned for you." He left you alone, opening a portal

You made a face, confused.

Vergil always had a thing for the flare and dazzling

You shrugged, getting dressed

It was a glorious blue dress/suit (I aint gonna describe it, it can be whatever you like)

After you where dressed, Vergil returned, taking your hand

"Come. Our arrangements are finished."

He led you through the portal

You were greeted with the sight of Nero and Dante dressed like waiters

You giggled at Dante who was fussing with the bow tie

Nero gave you an awkward smile, pulling out your chair

The pair served you both and left you two alone

"Im proud of you." Vergil spoke, "I know you worked very hard for it."

You nodded your mouth full, the food was good

Vergil looked at you, despite the food stuffed in your mouth, he smiled again

'Boy,' you thought, 'I must have hit the metaphorical lotto.'

You swallowed. "Your smiling awfully alot tonight, is something in your mind?"

Vergil's smile dropped, and his face flushed, just a bit

You leaned over your food, "Verg? Are you ok? Are you going to leave again?"

He had a habit of leaving alot... and then coming home whenever

His gaze shot up to you

"Actually what I'm about to ask you will keep me from leaving so much..."

He stood up and walked over to you, getting on both knees

He looked you in the eyes and took both of your hands in his

"I wanted you to ask you to be mine."

You cocked your head, "What? Vergie, we're-"

You where hit in the head by something

You turned your head to see Dante, wide eyed and pointing at Nero

Scowling you looked at what was yeeted at your head

It was a small black box

Your eyes widened, slowly picking up the box

Vergil gave another smile, "well? Do you-"

He was cut off by you grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss

Then a hug, staining his suit with tears

"I suppose this is a yes..."

Dante gave a wolf whistle

Nero

You woke up the day after graduating

But you weren't at home...

Nero looked at you smiling, a big smile

You rubbed your eyes

"Nero, why are we in the van? And why did Nico let you take it?"

He didn't say anything, just turning back to the road

Your doofus had been driving all night

You walked to the passenger seat, opening a drink

Which you spit out, you saw the signs headed to Six Flags!!

"Hey! Not all over the dash! Nico is gonna-"

You cut Nero of letting out an excited squeal

"BABE!! YOU SHOULDNT HAVE!!"

Nero gave a chuckle, "But I did. And we've got a hotel for after. We'll be here for a few days, to relax and have fun!"

He hopped out of the van, slamming the door shut

You followed, rushing to the gates, sadly sadly line was starting to grow despite how early it was

Nero grabbed your hand, flashing some VIP passes at you

He pulled you to the non-existent line for the VIP's

You pulled ahead of him pulling in to the first ride you saw, the Superman

You both strapped up, you wiggling excitedly

Nero laughed at your excitement

This is how you both spent the day

In the hotel, Nero ordered out and you guys laid around resting for the next day

"Nero, what brought on the va-kay?"

He shrugged, eating another gummy worm

"You'd been working hard for your degree or whatever, so I figured you could use some fun." He answered, nonchalantly

You smiled at him

He always acted like a punk, but you knew he really cared

"Thank you..." You sat up from your laying position and scooted over to him

He looked away from the TV and at you, raising his eyebrow

You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, which he returned happily

V attended your graduation with your family

Even the dinner following it

He lovingly held your hand, taking your shared nighly walk

"Well? What's next for you, Love?"

You pondered the question, not sure

Shadow padded next you, letting you pet her smooth fur

Griffon scouted ahead, just in case, "Look kid, you gotta wanna do something. You didn't work all that hard work, for nothing."

V silenced the bird with a look, then turned his kind gaze back to you

You bit your lip, in thought

You already knew the answer, but you didn't know how V was going to react

"Love?" Your hand started to shake in his, he took notice of this and it made him nervous

"I... I want to stay here. With you." You whispered

V raised his eyebrows, this surprised him

"But I tho-"

"Well I did but... I dont want to leave you behind..."

He stopped walking, stepping infront of you, he pulled out a key

You looked at him, "Wha-"

"This is for our apartment. It's still here in Red Grave. But... I know you still wanted to study more, so I relocated us to the other side of the city... Closer to the school you wanted to study at..."

He looked abit hurt, he really wanted you to achieve your dreams

And didn't want to hold you back

You looked at him, "Already?"

He nodded, looking at your hand still holding his

You stood on tip toe, kissing his lips

Then pulled away, "Thank you so much. I didn't think i-"

V smiled, "Dont. I can see it in your eyes how grateful you are. Come. We need to go home. I want you to see the apartment."

Once you both made it home, you opened the door

It... it was decorated like you thought V would decorate

Very Modern Victorian style

It even had a fireplace!!

You gasped, walking in the apartment, feeling the velvet couch and recliners

You looked and saw a bookshelf, smiling

The rest of the bedrooms even the bathroom had the same vibe

V really put did himself

"I love it."

V smiled and wrapped his arms around you

"Im glad you do. And we're not that far from the shop or your schooling. But I can think of something that will make your feel better."

You laughed at him, planting a kiss on his neck

"Im sure you could~"

#congratulations!!#i hope you enjoy this #dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #nero devil may cry #v devil may cry #@skullgirrl

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cursed-ice-spirits · 5 years ago

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Fairy Lights

First of all, happy fucking birthday Rebecca.

Second of all, I blame @thecursedvaultchild for dragging me into this ship.

Enjoy.

Rebecca put up the last fairy light around the statue and jumped down with a smile.

She had decorated the Courtyard with fairy lights. Where she got them doesn’t matter. All it matters was that her date is coming soon and she’s extremely nervous.

“You can do this, Lord,” she told herself as she tugged at her purple ao dai. It was beautiful, but was she enough for it? No, stop it. “It’s just a date. With Diego. Who you fancied for a while. No pressure.”

Rebecca took a deep breath and thought back to her conversation with Andre before she went on the date.

“You look nervous,” Andre said with a slight smile as he zipped up her dress. “A Knut for your thoughts?”

Rebecca pursed her lips. “I don’t know. What am I doing going on this date? This is Diego, one of the best duelers AND dancers in all of Hogwarts. He’s way out of my league.”

“Stop that,” he snipped, poking at her cheek, before going back to doing her hair. The length made it a bit harder to style it but he can deal with it. “You’re not so bad at dueling yourself. Have you seen what you did to Lockwood last week? That coward ran off with his tail between his legs.”

He saw her crack a smile at the memory and continued. “You’re talented at Charms, you’re a master at art and Arithmancy, you know your way around COMC, and you’re a great dancer as well. I should know this, I was your date for the Celestial Ball, after all. All those things make up for the areas you’re not so good at and it makes up who you are. You need to stop putting yourself down.”

“Harder than it looks, Dre,” Rebecca frowned at the mirror. “I don’t know… there are all sorts of what-ifs. Like—“

“What if this turns out like Charlie?” He asked. “It won’t be. It was a mutual break-up and both of you thought it’s better suited not to be in a relationship. Which is fine. But Caplan? He genuinely likes you. It’s not like, one of his flings or something, but he genuinely likes you. Lana thinks he does anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He finishes the last touches on her hair and pulled back. “You can do this, Bex, just be your true self. Don’t pretend to be someone you aren’t. Just be happy and believe in yourself.”

“Believe in yourself,” she repeated to herself. “Be your true self. Don’t pretend.”

She sat down at the fountain, facing the entrance of the courtyard and closed her eyes, feeling the wind blowing against her face. It was a beautiful night, a perfect one for a date, and the fact that they weren’t supposed to be out this late gives her a bit of giddiness that comes with breaking the rules.

Given, she’s a prefect, and she shouldn’t be condoning this, but still.

It’s… nice to be out. Forgetting her troubles for a moment, she lets herself smile.

“Your smile is like the sunshine, Sunshine.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh as she opened her eyes and looked up, seeing her date smiling down at her.

“That was absolutely horrible,” she said as Diego helped her up. “What do you think?” She asked a bit nervously.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, and he wasn’t looking at the fairy lights decorating the courtyard, no he was looking straight at her.

Rebecca felt her ears redden. “I meant the decorations, you doofus.”

“Who said it was about the decorations in the first place? They can never outshine you.” Diego laughed when she just buried her face in his shoulder in response. “You’re adorable when you blush.”

“And whose fault was it in the first place?” She asked, stepping back to pout at him, but it ruined the effect with the gigantic blush still on her face.

No matter how many times he flirted with her, she still blushes and it frustrates her to no end, because he should not still be having this effect on her after months of pinning and pinning, that’s so unfair.

“Mine of course,” Diego said with a grin as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “And proud of it.”

“Obviously, since you take great delight in making me blush,” she says, rolling her eyes as she poked at his cheek.

“What can I say?” He grinned as he gently took hold of her hand, catching her by surprise. Kissing every one of her fingers, he looked down at her with a smirk that always drives her mad without fail. “You look gorgeous in red.”

Rebecca’s face turned completely scarlet. “D-D-Diego!” She splutters.

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” Diego took hold of her chin and tilted it up. “Look, there’s the red now.”

“Oh my god,” Rebecca said. “You are impossible.”

“But you love me,” Diego pointed out, laughing when Rebecca didn’t even bother to deny that, since she was the one who confessed in the first place and asked him out on a date, before running off and dealing with Andre making fun of her the entire day.

Imagine her surprise when he corners her the next day and agrees.

“Shut up,” she says instead, swiping at his arm.

“Make me,” Diego shoots back with a smirk.

Rebecca reddened even more if that was possible, but grabbed his collar and tugged him down to her level, ignoring the yelp that escaped, and placed a kiss on the side of his mouth

“Hope that counts,” she tells him as she lets go, then runs off.

“You little minx!” Diego laughs as he goes after her. “Get back here!”

Seems like he was prepared this time, because he easily catches her and brings her out into a twirl, taking joy in her gasp of surprise, before pulling her to his chest. “Gotcha.”

Her face was burning at the proximity. “Ah, so I can’t really pull the same trick twice, huh.”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’. He tapped her nose. “How bold of you. Did you really try for a full-on mouth kiss? On the first date?” He teases.

“Still, pretty bold.” He runs a thumb over her scars, sending shivers down her spine and looks at her in the eyes with a soft look that made her heart flutter.

Rebecca feels her lips quirk into a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason at all,” he said, curling a lock of her hair around his finger and tucking it behind her ear again. “I was just thinking… the atmosphere is rather romantic, don’t you think? How about we… I don’t know,” he leans down and purrs into her ear, “dance?” He pulls away, smirking at her red face. “If there’s music of course.”

She blinks, trying to regain her composure. “T-That’s what I was planning to do before you decided to make me breathless as always. And I know a way to fix the lack of music.”

Seconds later, music starts “mysteriously” playing in the background. Rebecca grinned up at him.

“A girl has to be prepared.”

“A beautiful girl,” he adds as he lets go. Before she can react, he sweeps into a bow and held out a hand. “May I have this dance?”

Rebecca laughed. “You didn’t have to ask in the first place.” And, with twinkling hazel eyes, she took his hand.

They fit like pieces in a puzzle and danced beautifully. Rebecca was extremely grateful her mother had taught her how to dance, or else she would have tripped over her feet and step on Diego’s foot and that will end up in a disaster. But for now, there was no misstep, or stepping on feet, and she couldn’t help but laugh every time she twirled and twirled, and before she knew it, he was bringing her out into a spin and sweeping her into a dip.

“Oh!” she gasped, finding herself face to face with him. “Hi there.”

His gaze was surprisingly soft as his hand spins into her hair. The smirk that appeared when they were dancing seems to fall away into a fond smile.

It left her speechless. To see that smile aimed at her.

“You missed earlier, y’know,” He said suddenly. “Allow me to fix it.” Rebecca blinked. “Wha--?”

She was swiftly cut off when he brought her head up and pressed his lips against hers and making the butterflies in her stomach flutter furiously.

Warmth seems to spread through her entire body. Starting from her fingertips, all the way to the tips of her toes. She melted in his arms and went to kiss back, fluttering her eyes shut and tilting her head to give him better access.

It was her first kiss and…

Wow.

Unlike the kisses he shared with Summer, it wasn’t hot, passionate, and fierce, it was gentle, sweet, as though she was fragile and he was afraid of hurting her.

(In many ways, that was so so true.)

Her hands slipped from his shoulders to his hair, threading long fingers through the brown locks. She felt him smile against her lips as he pulled her up to her feet, hands lowering to her hips to pull her closer.

Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. And it was all over too soon.

They pulled away at the same time, panting for breath. He stared down at her as though she hung the stars and moon in the sky.

“Wow,” she said, and that was all she can manage.

Diego’s lips twitched into a smile. “Wow indeed.”

He went to pull her in for more, but then a small meow cut through the air, freezing them in their tracks.

“I guess we overstayed our welcome,” Rebecca said, her hushed voice filled with glee as she flicked her wand and turned the music off. Another wave took down the fairy lights. “Come on, let’s go before we get caught.”

“Definitely,” Diego grinned as he kissed her neck, making her squeak. “Don’t want to get detention, eh, Miss Prefect?”

Rebecca grabbed his collar and tugged him towards her, pressing a kiss on the side of his mouth and smirked when he freezes up.

“Oh look at that, I missed,” she said innocently, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Race me to the Common Room and maybe I won’t miss.”

He smirked. “Oh, you’re on.”

And they raced out of the Courtyard just in time to miss Mrs. Norris passing by, giggling like the teenagers they are and not the battle-worn warriors that fought and fought against Vault after Vault.

They may have kissed more outside the Common Room.

They may have talked and talked until the wee hours of the morning, before cuddling on the couch.

They may have done both of those things, but all that mattered is that Penny’s squeal of delight after finding them asleep on the couch together woke them up.

Rebecca let out a groan as she buried her face in Diego’s chest and, if possible, snuggled closer to him. She felt him chuckle and reach up to play with her hair, coaxing her gently to go back to sleep.

Tuning out Penny’s excited chatter about whatever she’s rambling about, Rebecca slipped back to the arms of Morpheus.

She’ll deal with the rumors later.

#i am not sorry #happy birthday bex #you'll be 47 if you lived #rebecca lord #diego caplan #hphm fic #hphm fanfiction #hphm #hphm fanfic #diego caplan x mc #diego caplan x jacob's sibling #andre egwu #penny haywood (she shows up near the end but yeah)#i have no one to blame but myself #and AJ

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starry-eyed-skz · 5 years ago

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Jisung and Jiwoo Han ~ The Twins Epilogue : Pride and Joy

Haha wow, we've reached the very final of The Twins! Thank you to those of you who have read this story, and I hope you enjoyed the chapters. I would also like to say happy birthday to our one and only Jisungie, I can't believe he's 19 now 😫 Anyways, enough talking. Let's get into this epilogue!

Bold = memories, beginning & ending of chapter | Italics = thoughts

prev | epilogue

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~~~Jiwoo’s POV~~~

“Jisung!” A loud squeal leaves my mouth as my twin brother picks me up bridal style out of my bed. "Put me down you jackass!" I smack my hand against his chest, him just rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. "Stop flailing or I'll fucking drop you." Jisung's laugh is still so relieving to hear, keeping my heart at ease. I pout and just lean my head on Jisung's chest. My body instinctively leans in closer to him as he starts walking down the stairs, not wanting to fall.

"You're fine JiJi, I'm not gonna drop you." His tone is teasing, making me send a slight glare up at him. I don't know why I'm even surprised, he does this every damn morning. I'm ripped out of my thoughts when I'm thrown on the couch, whines of annoyance coming from me and two others. Jeongin and Minho. "Jisung how dare you make me hurt my son?" I sit up hastily and wrap my arms around Jeongin, pulling his head towards me. "Excuse me," Minho's face is that of faux annoyance as the words leave his mouth, "I got hurt too!"

"Yeah but you aren't my son." I reply sassily as I play with Jeongin's hair, seeing him send a smirk Minho's way. My eyes drift to the floor where Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix are sat playing Mario Kart on the big tv, their playful competitiveness making me smile fondly. Changbin is curled up on the chair next to the couch, just barely staying awake as he scrolls through his phone. Cute. Chan and Woojin aren't in the room, but judging from the aroma coming from the kitchen, they're making breakfast. In my half-asleep state, I had forgotten what today was, suddenly standing up and tackling Jisung in tight hug.

"Woah!" We almost tumble to the floor before Jisung catches himself against the wall. "Happy birthday doofus!" I yell in his ear and give him a cheeky grin. "If I could have one birthday without you making me temporarily deaf, that'd be fantastic." He says sarcastically but his smile gives him away. "Happy birthday to you too loser." His arms lazily wrap around me and he rests his chin on my shoulder, laughing as Felix loses the current round of Mario Kart. A sudden knock on the front door makes me peel myself away from Jisung and walk over to open it, a smile instantly taking over my face.

"Shua!" I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my face into his chest. "Hi baby.." Joshua's voice is so quiet and sweet, making my heart calm down from what happened earlier. "Close the door please, it's raining!" Woojin calls from the kitchen, a small giggle leaving me as I pull Joshua inside to close the door. Chan peeks his head out of the kitchen, smiling gently when he sees Joshua. "Sup, Hong." Josh gives a polite nod as I drag him to the living room where he greets everyone else that's out there, Woojin yelling a greeting from the kitchen.

"Happy birthday Jisung, you too baby." Joshua kisses my forehead and goes over to give my twin a hug, giving him one of his birthday punches in the process. Well that makes ten. A laugh leaves my mouth before I get one too, having both of us Han twins whining and rubbing our arms. "Sorry, you guys know the normal birthday traditions." Everyone laughs with Joshua while me and Jisung pout at each other. "Speaking of which, which member of your group is sitting out of their birthday punches this year?" Minho asks as he runs his hand through his silver hair. "Probably Jeonghan, I don't know. They were discussing it when I left."

"Wow, great to hear that the boys are fighting over who's gonna drive their fist into mine and Jisung's arms today." I roll my eyes but laugh a little, not surprised about it at all. "I swear Jihoon is going to break my arm one of these years.." I mumble and slump my shoulders, shuddering while remembering how much his birthday punches hurt. He really doesn't know when to go easy.

Later that night all 23 of us are at a reservation that was planned by Jeonghan and Woojin, so many stupid but memorable conversations taking place over dinner. The past two years have been part of a long healing process, which has been very successful. After the universe had turned on me and ripped away three years with the people I call my home, I had finally successfully got back to them. The first best moment since being home was sudden, but not unexpected..

Hyungwon's arrest:

~~September 20, 2019; Jiwoo's POV~~

"JiJi, come here now!" Jisung's yell reverberates off the walls, making me jump in my skin. I instantly spring up from my desk chair and run down the stairs into the living room. "What?! Who got hurt?!" I frantically yell, my eyes scanning the room. "No, no! Your dickbag kidnapper is on the news!" My heart stops in my chest, my feet moving quickly to sit down next to Jisung on the floor. The other eight boys run into the living room as soon as they heard Jisung's words.

We all watched in silence as the news reporter was explaining why Chae Hyungwon is being arrested. I become uneasy in my spot when I'm mentioned, twiddling with my fingers in my lap. "He is the confirmed kidnapper of Han Jiwoo, twin sister of Han Jisung of Stray Kids. The words from the man himself has lead to one of his many charges." The reporter on the screen is gone as the footage from the scene of his arrest is played full screen with audio.

"I will find her! None of you can fucking stop me! I'll have all of you pathetic wastes of space slaughtered before you even get the chance to put me away!!" He continues struggling against the officers, eventually ending up handcuffed and in the back of the police car. I can't help the dry laugh that passes between my lips as the policemen continue to restrain him to stop him moving or trying to escape.

That day had made me beyond relieved, knowing I'm completely safe from him now. I still have all my scars from the times Hyungwon had hurt me, but I just try not to pay attention to them. Jisung and I have been going to therapy together, working through our trauma and problems side by side. My train of thought is suddenly derailed as someone taps my shoulder, making me look at Vernon to my left who's looking at me in concern. "Hey, you okay?" I just nod at him with a genuine smile, my eyes turning into crescent shapes. "Perfectly fine Hansol, just thinking back on stuff."

He nods his head and once again everyone is engaged in conversation. All of us are extremely happy and comfortable in this very moment, it seems so serene and unreal. The night slowly comes to an end after Chan and Woojin's "happy 21st birthday" speech. Seungcheol pays for the meal and we part our respective ways.

Almost instantaneously when I'm in mine and Jisung's room, I'm peeling off my dress and replacing it with my much comfier pajamas. Jisung is near his bed doing the same with his dress pants and shirt, opting for sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. I turn around and give him a certain look before grabbing my phone, him knowing exactly what I'm doing. As if on instinct my finger taps on the Instagram icon and I look for a picture of Jisung to post, writing a quick but sweet caption. The only noise that fills the room is the sound of our fingers dancing across our screens.

Jisung finally looks up to meet my gaze after having stared at the side of his face for a little bit, ready to post them. We count down from three together, pressing 'post' at the exact same time as our posts now enter the ether.

I smile at Jisung as I finish reading his caption, no words being able to do any justice for how much I love and cherish my twin. He gets up and walks over to my bed, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms securely around me. "I'm so happy you're here JiJi.." His voice is slightly muffled into my hair, but I still hear it nonetheless. "Me too Sungie, me too.." I wrap my arms around his, leaning into Jisung's warmth. "Hey Jisung?" My voice breaks our comfortable silence, making his eyes drift to me. "Yeah Jiwoo?"

"I'm proud to call you my twin brother."

~~~~THE END~~~~

I hope you all enjoyed this series! I had so much fun writing it and receiving everyone's feedback :) This is also my first completed book, so I'm proud I stuck with it! Thank you so much to those of you who truly loved my series as well as being patient in between chapters, it means sososo much to me!

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you all next post for another series or stand alone 😄😙

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spideychelleforever · 7 years ago

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Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which MJ Helps Her Beloved Peter Through an Emotionally Taxing Halloween

So Halloween is closing in

And even though it's hardly Valentine's Day or Christmas, MJ is feeling some magic in the air especially around Peter

So she decides to be bold and ask Peter to join her for a Halloween movie night

And they can bake those sugar cookies with printed designs on them

And watch either great or terrible scary movies

So MJ comes up to Peter and shuts his locker, trying hard to keep her cool bc she's not actually asking him out but she is asking him to spend some private time with her

"Hey loser"

"Hey MJ!" Peter flashes her one of his usual sweet AF smiles and even gets her to let out a small smile because ughhhh

"So Halloween is Friday."

"Uh-huh?" Peter looks to her expectantly, smiling as always

"You doing anything then?"

Peter's eyes bulge a little and she wants to squeal he looks so adorable

"Actually I'm not! I was gonna hang with Ned but he's kinda coming down with something, so he said not to worry about him. Did you wanna do something?"

Oh yes MJ wants to do something to Peter involving their lips but focus

"That's too bad about Leeds." And she means it, she didn't know he was getting sick but she's also a little glad bc it means she has Peter to herself? Ugh she's a terrible person but she's a lovesick person ughhhh

"But yeah. Wanna come over and watch Halloween movies?"

Peter's eyes widen again

"Oh-um-yeah! Yeah, MJ, it sounds great!!" And he's beaming and ugh

And then he gives her a firm hug which has her SHOOK

"Text you details later?" MJ manages to whimper out as he lets go of her

"Yeah! Awesome!!" Peter is shining and MJ is trying as hard AF to keep it together

Well Friday comes and Peter arrives with a small stack of DVD's. It's just them, her parents took her little sister trick or treating and got an early start to get some dinner

MJ answers the door with what's hopefully registering as a smooth AF smile and this boy looks so cute in a comfy looking gray sweater and he looks so nervous

They decide to bake the cookies first and since the dough is pre-made and all it's not too hard even for someone who's never baked before like Peter

She whacks his hand with a spatula when he tries to sneak some cookie dough

But then she sneaks some while he's not looking

Sue her

Soon they have a plate stacked with the little sugar cookies and are sharing them over two glasses of milk

"These are so good Emfjay!!" Peter says through a mouthful of cookies

She agrees, they're warm and sweet and tiny and she laughs at her dork's table manners

"Well it's too bad I forgot my 'Kiss the Cook' apron, then!" MJ laughs

Then she realizes what she said

And Peter is staring at her, his mouth still stuffed with cookies as he slowly swallows them

MJ is panicking bc yes she wants Peter to kiss her but is also like "MAYDAY MAYDAY"

MJ is able to regain her composure and gets up to clean up the kitchen

"Anyway loser, mind if I pick the first movie?"

Totally natural

Totally

"Oh yeah! I trust you!" Peter says as he comes up next to her to work on the kitchen counter and man it got hot real quick

Well eventually MJ puts on Alien which Peter has only seen bits and pieces of

Peter enjoys it, flinching a little at the chestburster scene, and comes extremely close to grabbing her hand when Dallas is being stalked by the Xenomorph in the air shaft

He seems to be on edge though, MJ notices, but it's probably because he's sharing a couch with a girl and they're alone on Halloween so eh

She's on edge because she wants to eat this sweet boy alive

Cue a quick daydream where poor, adorable Peter is a tiny, delicious gingerbread cookie at MJ's mercy

Well then MJ chooses the next movie, noticing Peter doesn't try to pick it despite having brought his own stack of DVD's

It's a little B-movie about a crocodile that eats people in the city that's a guilty pleasure for MJ

But it stars some cops and Peter seems antsy when the characters mention shootings

Then they get to the first major victim of the crocodile, a middle aged man who's in the process of being mugged

The crocodile eats his attackers but then turns on him

And the poor sap is completely helpless and gets eaten

And MJ is stifling some giggles at how cheesy the effects look

When she notices Peter is trembling

And just like that something shuts down in her brain as she takes a better look at him

There are some tears oh my god tears running from Peter's face

And he is shaking

"Peter" MJ says urgently, hitting the pause button

"Peter"

But Peter doesn't respond

"What's wrong? What's wrong, Peter?"

He still won't respond, but now he's sniffling, staring blankly at the TV

She puts one hand on his shoulder and one on his hands and she doesn't even feel the usual sparks when they touch bc he's in distress and that's what's important, helping him

"Peter, please. What's wrong?"

Finally, Peter turns to her, wide eyed and crying

And he's ashamed that he broke down in front of her, the girl he likes

He's ashamed that for all his therapy, a stupid movie tore him apart

He's ashamed that the man in the movie just looking like Uncle Ben did it

So he breaks eye contact with her and looks down, trembling

And MJ stops trying to get it out of him and says softly "come here" and maybe it's not the best way to deal with a panic attack but she's in a panic bc her sweet cinnamon roll is hurting and it breaks her damn heart

When she pulls him in with her long arms, he doesn't object and then his head is resting around her stomach and he's crying into her as his arms wrap around her

And they stay like that for a while. She strokes his soft hair and holds his little head

Finally, the sniffling stops and she asks him "can I do anything for you?"

He slowly pulls up to look her directly in the eyes and gives her a tearful, sad smile and oh my god she's overwhelmed by the love and genuine emotion she sees in his eyes

"Thank you," he mumbles softly. And she wants so bad to kiss him RN but it's not the time so she just gives him a sweet, sad smile and projects as much love as possible through her eyes

"Anytime, dork."

They sit there holding each other and utterly lost in each other's eyes and oh god it's crazy for both of them and MJ asks him to pick the movie

Peter gets up - oh man please come back - and picks up his stack of DVD's. "You sure you won't hate me for what I pick?"

And she could never hate him. Despite wanting to. "Never," she simply replies.

And he beams at her so much she wants to melt. Then he picks none other than "Boo To You Too Winnie the Pooh" bc it was one of his childhood favorites and she groans obnoxiously but she doesn't mind at all

And they spend the rest of the night cuddling and watching Halloween cartoons, including Mickey's House of Villains

And it's so nice, MJ thinks, to be cuddling into Peter's rock hard chest and watching escapist Disney cartoons that make Peter feel better

And the silly doofus eventually dozes off in her arms and she just strokes his hair, beaming lovingly at him now that he can't see her do so.

"I've got you, Peter" she murmurs as she watches him, hoping he was getting some sweet dreams because this sweet boy is her sweet dream come true

#spideychelle #tomdaya #tom holland #zendaya #mj #michelle x peter #peter x michelle #michelle jones #Peter/Michelle #Michelle/Peter #spider man: homecoming

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keeganbryceewrites · 5 years ago

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Bride of Darkness

Chapter 2

Donnie and puppers are beautiful

"I got a six from the roll and... one, two, three... six!" I placed my pawn on a dare space. I picked up the card and read it. "Eat a donut without arms or hands... easy enough." I whistled for Ghostie when April slammed her hand over my mouth and wagged her finger. "No cheating. No help. No Battle shell.~"

I looked at her in horror, "You monster."

April giggled as she brought out a single, purple glazed donut in front of me and smirked.

I smirked right back as I stared at the donut on concentration. April arched an eye brow but gasped as the donut moved on its own and into my mouth. I chewed on it, savoring the shock from April's face as I wolfed the rest of it down. I smacked my lips smugly,

"What? Did you forget I have telekinesis and telepathy? Oh yeah, I have telekinesis and telepathy."

April scowled, "Hey, I still did the dare just like it said! I earned my nickel!!" I laughed.

April grumbled as she reluctantly gave me a token.

"Thaaaaaaank chu!" I pecked her cheek and claimed my prize with pride. She blushed and looked away. I slid the dice to her. She took them and shook'em. She rolled a four, "One... two... three... four!!"

"It's a truth."

"Grab the card."

She grabbed the card and read out loud, "Do you believe in love at first sight? YES I DO!!!"

I shook my head, "I don't."

April gasped, "Excuse me?!"

I held out a hand to the bathroom, "You're excused, make sure it's a number one cause I want my turn."

"Sorry but omg why?! Why do you not believe in love at first sight?"

"Because I believe in love over time, Can I play my turn now?" I grumbled.

April smiled, "Well here!" She tossed me the dice. I rolled and got a three and landed on a truth.

"Can you speak a different language? Yes, my first language was Japanese, my second is English, third is Korean, fourth is French and fifth is Latin. I've recently been studying Spanish and Russian."

"Say something in French please!!!" She aweed.

"Je ne sais pas..." I shrugged.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean I don't know?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I don't know."

"What does it mean?!"

"I don't know."

"WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

She grabbed my shoulders and shook me, "TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS."

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" I yelled back with a smile.

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!"

"JE NE SAIS PAS!!!"

I started laughing as April got up and started giving up. "FINE! If you don't know then I don't care!"

I laughed harder and gave her the dice. She rolled a five and got a dare, "Prank call someone and pretend that you're dying. I know who just to call!!! Get that glass cup and smash it on the ground when I point to you and I hope you can do an evil voice."

I grabbed the cup and prepared to use my telekinesis to pick up the pieces. She dialed a number and waited. We heard a male voice answer.

"Donatello speaking, What's up April?"

April pointed to her throat. I quickly hit her throat, not so hard and punched her gut, enough to give her an injured sound effect, she gave me a weak thumbs up.

"D-Donnie... someone is at my window... I think they're going to hurt me."

"What—"EEEP!!!" She shrieked as I broke the glass cup and did a deep manly laugh. "DONNIE HELP ME!!!"

"HOLD ON—guys!! April is in trouble!!"

We heard his voice fade out and April ended the call. I laughed like a maniac as I put away the glass shards. "Omg that was so beautiful! You deserve all the tokens for the amazing acting!" I laughed.

I whistled for Ghostie and Casper, Casper was a robotic owl I created, he looks like a barn owl. On Ghostie's battle shell was a Soft shell turtle named Pancake and a black kitsune named Shadow. Mayhem was with them. Shadow and Mayhem romped as we laughed and giggled with Pancake in my lap and Ghostie charging on the corner. Casper sat on a perch April made for her.

"You know what would be crazy? If they bursted your door down and be all panicking and screaming and seeing you perfectly fine playing Truth or dare board game."

She snorted, "Omg yas gurl! Let's wait for them."

"Hold on, for shits and giggles, I gotta record this." I grabbed Ghostie and perched him in the hallway of the living room at has both us and the door in frame and got out the camera from his back and gave the camera a thumbs up and strutted to April trying to hold her snorts in.

I sat down and continued to play after I gave April her token. I had 20 tokens while she had 12.You can pass a dare if you use a token. If you do a dare, you earn a token. When all the dare and truths cards have been used, the person with the most tokens wins.

I rolled the dice and got a 7. I got a truth card. "What is your age? Oh wow, never ask a woman her age. But I'm 2099 years old, I'll be turning 2100 next year... along with Lotus."

"That's so cool! My turn!" She rolled a 2, "Truth! Ok!" She got the card, "Would you ever do a 3-some? OMG NO! WTF I THOUGHT THIS WAS FOR KIDS?!!"

I snorted, "Nope, I got the adult version."

She slapped my arm as I shielded Pancake from her assault. She tugged my black crop top and slapped my shoulder. I stopped her and went to my turn, "Dare? Ok."

"Unbuckle your own belt with your elbows. OMG WHY?! I DON'T HAVE A BELT!!"

"You can paaaasss...~~"

I glared at April, "My momma didn't raise a quitter!!! Give me your belt!"

(This is based on an actual dare I did)

The next few minutes was spent on me trying to undo April's belt from my waist, I was fumbling and cursing, April giggled, her brown pigtails bounced, "What did the belt ever do to you?"

I yelled out in frustration, "IT PISSED ME OFF THATS WHAT IT DID YOU DOOFUS!"

I screamed out in anger as I got Pancake in April's lap and moved around the room, eventually settling on the couch and rubbing against it in hopes to loosen it... but only made it worse as I rolled around the floor in a angry ball. "I CAN'T EVEN BEND THAT FAR FOR PETES SAKE!!!"

April laughed harder and gripped her stomach as she placed Pancake on the table and sank to the floor.

During this, we failed to notice a group of giant turtles in the doorway with weapons drawn. "We'll save you—"I CALL HACKS!!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!" I cussed as I thrusted my hips up and rubbed my elbows in hopes of making progress, only to have the oversized belt slid over my stomach. I stopped as April laughed harder, failing to get up as her face got redder by the second. I just laid limp, dead, unmoving.

The four turtles watched with confusion as I rolled to where I faced the floor, "I'm going to have an aneurism."

April snorted loudly and wiped away tears. "It's been—wheeze—20 minutes Nova!! Just give me a token!" I looked up from my pity party and growled, "NEVER."

And continued to wrestle with the belt with my elbows.

Only then April noticed the turtles and hugged them. "Guys! I'm fine! It was dare I had to do. I want you to meet Nova Rabendā Kappa, she basically like my mom and bff! She doing a dare on having to undo my belt with her elbows. She's been stuck like this for I think... 35 minutes." Ghostie clicked and showed a holographic timer, showing 45 minutes.

"Oh, Then 45 minutes! Thanks Ghostie."

I rolled around the floor hazardously and muttered curse words at the stupid belt when I held a click and the sound of a belt falling. I laid on the floor, motionless as I held up the now undone belt and threw it at her, hitting her giggling body. I arm crawled to my spot and the where Pancake settled himself on the board game. I groaned and anger, "Fucking finally! I was literally going to have a heart attack. I never want to see another belt as long as I live."

April held out another belt in front of me. I put Pancake on my shoulder and grabbed the belt and yeeted it out the window. April snorted.

"I do believe that I deserve a token!"

April gave me another as the turtles settled themselves on the sofa... now relaxed that April was ok but eyed me.

"6? 6. 6, 6! I got six! April cheered, "Dare! Hug a random person. Com'er Spacey! You need a hug!"

She wrapped her arms around my tired form, "Dang right I do!" I squeezed her back until we heard a squeak from my lap. I smiled, "Awwwww, does mr.softshell want lovin from his momma too?"

April giggled, "Is it just me or is he overprotective of you?"

I chuckled and held the softshell tortoise to my face, "Yeah, he gets jealous easily and wants all of Momma's attention. He'll even try to bite you if you hug me too long. Isn't that right Pancake? Watch this." I placed Pancake on the floor a few feet away and hugged April and kissed her cheek. Immediately, Pancake squealed and crawled over to me as fast as he could. "Omg look at him go!" April squealed. I laughed as Ghostie helped him out and pushed him closer. Pancake crawled faster and hissed and tried biting April's bare feet. "He's biting me!!" April giggled.

I snorted and pulled away from April and resumed my spot across from her. Pancake hissed once more at April and crawled to my lap. "That is the cutest thing in the world. Sorry Mikey, you've been out played by a overprotective softshell turtle protecting his momma!"

The small one, I guess, is Mikey by the way he gasped.

I giggled softly and stood up as I held up Pancake in my hands. His tail wagged as I nuzzled his beak with my snout as I coped at him, "Awww Pancake loves his mommy don't cha? You just want to keep me all to yourself you little reptile. You jealous of April getting attention huh? You wanted all my attention you spoiled muffin!" Pancake's tail wagged harder as he churred as I peppered his beak, head and carapace with kisses. "You're going to have all of mommy's lovin! Yes you are!"

April shouted out between laughter, "Holy crap his tail is faster than he his! I want lovin too!!!"

I leaned over and kissed April's forehead and Pancake squealed loudly, loudest he's ever been. I cackled and kissed his beak lovingly and smothered him with nuzzles and kisses. April cackled lightly and tried kissing the tortoise but Pancake snapped at her. She bursted into a fit of snorts and giggles, "I wanted to give him lovin and he freaking tried to bite me!"

I bellowed a hearty laugh, "He only wants lovins from me."

"Never thought I'd be jealous of a pet turtle!"

April shook her fist at Pancake playfully, "One of these days I'm going to give you lovin and you're going to like it! One way or another!!"

Pancake replied with a hiss. I held him out.

"Watch out April, he's gonna bite cha!"

I kissed Pancake's beak once again to soothe him and placed him on my shoulder. He nuzzled my cheek and cooed. I turned to the giant turtles, "Hello! I'm Nova! What's yer name?"

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Co-Star Chapter 11 (Part 2)

And here is the second part! Again, please let me know if this helped.

Author: plumfondler

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC (Vanessa Vincent)

Warning: language. dirty situations? a few vulgar images. my aggressively mediocre photoshop skills. boners.

Catch up: Co-Star Masterlist

There were some nights I wished I was staying with Sebastian.

Most of the nights.

Okay, all of the nights.

For the last few stops on the tour, we were booked in a suite with two rooms, making me anxious as soon as we walked through the door the first night.

“Yaaay we’re roommates,” Sebastian said.

I laughed, tossing my bag on the couch.

“We have our own rooms,” I said.

“Well yeah, but now it won’t look weird if I sneak under your covers in the middle of the night because I won’t be leaving the hotel room,” Sebastian grinned, sticking his tongue out at me.

“Remind me to lock my door,” I teased, going into the bathroom.

“You’re mean!” He called after me, walking into his own bathroom.

After getting ready for bed, I came out to the main area to Sebastian pouting on the couch.

“I’m going to bed,” I said.

He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you comin’ or what, cuddlewhore?” I asked, turning to the bedroom.

I heard what was very likely Sebastian scrambling to his feet, slamming into the coffee table, falling over it and pulling himself back up to his feet.

I slid under the covers and Sebastian waddled through the door with his pants around his ankles, struggling to get his shirt over his head.

“You should do that professionally,” I said, taking the time to appreciate his half naked body before he could see again.

“Blow me,” he said, kicking his pants to the side and yanking his socks off.

“You are so graceful,” I said when he finally flopped onto the bed next to me.

He had a big dumb grin on his face; it was hard not to smile back.

“You are such a doofus,” I laughed.

“You love me.”

“Eh,” I shrugged, turning my back to him.

Sebastian grabbed me by the waist and started tickling me. I shrieked and tried to squirm away, which only made him try harder.

“Nonononono!” I cried, laughing as I wiggled away from him.

“What’s the magic word?” He said in a sing-songy voice.

“Ahhhhh shit! Fuck! Please?”

“Nope.”

“What else is there?! Melon! Cable! Doorknob! Bigfoot!”

Sebastian retracted his hands and fell on his back, laughing.

“What the fuck,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

I grumbled and yanked the comforter up, wrapping myself in it so he couldn’t reach me.

“Aw don’t be like thaaaat,” he said, poking me through the covers.

I grumbled at him again.

“I’m sorry for attacking you with vicious tickles please forgive me!” he said, throwing his arms around me and squeezing through the layers.

I let out a little squeak as he continued to hug me and he giggled, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.

“Come on, lemme in,” he whined.

I sighed and lifted the side of the covers; Sebastian let out a happy hum and wiggled into my sheet burrito.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into my shoulder once he spooned me.

“Goodnight, booger,” I said.

“Goodnight, buttface.”

I woke up to a text from Padma saying she slid our Entertainment Weekly under our door. I squealed quietly and rolled out of bed, grabbing the magazine off of the floor, running back to the bed and jumping on Sebastian.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, rolling onto his back.

I was straddling his legs and I held up the Entertainment Weekly for him to see. His face lit up and he grabbed it to get a better look.

“Holy damn, we look good,” he said, eyes scanning over the cover.

The picture on the cover was one of him behind me with his arms around me; one of my favorite shots.

I flipped to the article and exhaled slowly as I saw the huge picture and the article headline: Under the Covers.

I snorted at the headline and focused on the picture, my heart stuttering. It was one of the pictures taken right after we kissed, right after we opened our eyes; it was breathtaking.

Sebastian sat up on his knees and scooted next to me, looking over my shoulder at the picture.

“That’s a good picture,” he mumbled, chewing on his lip.

I nodded silently and he took the magazine back to read the article.

“Stan and Vincent have envious chemistry; they play off each other well and are always absolutely enthralled with what the other is saying.

Observing their photo shoot felt like I was almost intruding on a private moment; they were so wrapped up in each other. They were definitely in character for this; flirting with the mannerisms and attitude of Dean and Clara, it was exciting to watch having just seen the movie.”

He skipped over the interview and went to the end of the article.

“Stan and Vincent are going to be huge as a duo; whether it be because of this movie, or their adorable bickering on social media, they are definitely worth keeping an eye on.”

“Adorable bickering,” Sebastian scrunched his nose, resting the open magazine on his chest.

“We are pretty adorable,” I said, snatching the magazine from him and spinning to fall onto my back next to him.

“So how does it feel to be on the cover of a magazine?” He asked.

“Oh, God. I’m on the cover of a magazine.”

“Just hit you?”

“Oh my god,” I breathed, putting my hands over my face and rolling to my side and sitting up.

“Hey, you okay?” Sebastian asked.

“I feel like I’m about to have a panic attack,” I said, clutching my chest and sitting on the side of the bed.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around me from his horizontal position, “Seriously? Do you need something? What can I do?” I could tell he was trying to hide the worry in his voice.

“I don’t know. It’s a little overwhelming. I’m on the cover of a huge magazine that’s on newsstands everywhere. Does this mean I’m famous? Holy shit, I didn’t think this would ever happen to me. People are going to know who I am. I’m in a fucking huge movie with Sebastian Stan and people are going to know who I am. How have I not thought about this more thoroughly?”

Sebastian listened to me babble and squeezed me, nuzzling his face into my side.

“You’re gonna be fine. I’m here for you. You have great friends and family and people that work for you to keep dat ass grounded so you don’t go full diva,” he said, pulling himself up to a seated position.

I giggled and buried my face in my hands.

“But you won’t have to worry.”

“No?”

“Mm-mm,” He said, shaking his head no, “You got a good head on you, I think you’ll be fine.”

Sebastian sat up against the headboard and pulled me into his lap, resting his legs on either side of me. I sighed and leaned against his chest, my heart still racing. Sebastian pressed his lips to my forehead and ran his hand up and down my back.

I settled into him and closed my eyes, biting my lip as I felt a slight poke at my hip.

“Sebastian?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have an erection?”

“Mmhmm.”

I snorted.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s still from the morning,” he mumbled into the side of my head.

We packed our things and left the room, heading to the next hotel the last junket was being held. More of the cast would be joining us, as we were now a day away from the premiere; I was thrilled to be seeing Liz again.

I opened Sebastian’s suite door and squealed, clapping excitedly.

“Yay! I missed you,” Liz hugged me and squeezed tight.

“Yay I missed you, too!” I said.

“Now kiss,” Sebastian said from behind me.

We both gave him the finger and he giggled. I puckered up to Liz and she gave me a chaste peck on the lips.

“What!” Sebastian said, throwing his arms up.

“We were going to do that before you said it,” Liz said, sticking her tongue out at him.

He pouted at us and mumbled, walking into his room.

“Sooooo’d you fuck yet?” she asks, linking her arm in mine once he was out of sight.

“No! Stop it! Also, keep it down!”

She laughed and shook her head, “Why not? He’s so hot and it couldn’t be more obvious how badly he wants you,” she said quietly.

“Liz, I swear if he hear-”

I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Sebastian exiting the room, smirking; I wondered how much he heard. My heart raced and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“So where are we going for dinner?” Sebastian asked, stepping between myself and Liz to slip his arms around our waists.

“We were thinking about the hotel restaurant; heard it’s amazing,” I said.

“And whose room will be hosting the threesome afterwards?” he asked casually.

“You are absurd,” I shook my head.

“Well if you’re offering…” Liz said.

I pinched her and she squeaked.

“Nah, but I’ll come if I can watch you two fuck,” I could hear the smirk in her voice and my face felt like it was on fire.

“Oh, you definitely would,” Sebastian said in a low voice.

I cleared my throat and took a breath, “Well, good thing the movie is coming out next week! You can watch us there. Just don’t pleasure yourself in the theater, please. I know it’s hot, but we don’t need you getting that sort of reputation so early in your career.”

She snorted a laugh and I glanced at Sebastian who was gnawing on his lip, seeming to be lost in thought.

“Alright, I’m secretly an old person, I need to go to bed,” Liz sighed, standing up from the table.

I laughed and checked the time.

“Yeah I know, it’s not even eleven yet,” she waved me off.

“Goodnight,” she grinned, getting up and leaning over to kiss my cheek.

Sebastian mugged and presented his cheek to Liz; she laughed and kissed it, ruffling his hair.

Sebastian turned to me and grinned as Liz walked away.

“Wanna come raid my minibar?” Sebastian asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Sure,” I said, against all better judgement.

“So who’s your date for the premiere?” I asked, throwing myself onto his bed, kicking my shoes off.

Sebastian pouted as he watched my heels fall off my feet and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Date? No date. Going solo,” he said with a shrug.

“Really? You don’t have any ladies knocking down your door?”

“You’re the only lady I need,” he winked.

I rolled my eyes.

“…are you bringing a date?” he asked.

I had to convince myself that the look on his face wasn’t worry; that was just my wishful thinking.

“No,” I shook my head, “Don’t need anything distracting me in life right now, I have enough on my plate.”

“So I can have you on my arm?” he asked, smiling slowly.

I laughed and nodded.

“Oh the press will love that,” I said.

“Yeah, get ready for the dating rumors once this premiers,” he said, chewing on his lip.

I shrugged, “there are worse people that I can be linked to,” I said with a wink.

“But they’ve definitely already started,” I said, ��ever since we wrapped; every time we hang out and someone sees us, people talk.”

“Yeah? What are they saying?” he asked curiously.

“Our time on set brought us together and now we’re inseparable,” I said dramatically.

Sebastian chuckled, “Well I am pretty attached to you,” he said, falling onto the bed next to me, his feet hanging off the opposite side.

I turned my head to see Sebastian’s upside down face and grinned; he smiled and kissed my nose. I laughed and rolled over to lay on my stomach, wondering what in the hell I was doing here. If I stayed any longer the only way the night would end would be naked; and as much as I yearned for that, I couldn’t.

“We should sleep, we have an early morning,” I said, sitting up.

I could see the disappointment in Sebastian’s eyes but he nodded, sitting up, “Yeah.”

“Have to get a head start on my panic attack,” I said, slipping my shoes back on.

“Ness, you’ll be fine,” he said, standing up in front of me, holding my face in his giant hands.

I took a deep breath and nodded, suddenly dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was from my nerves about my first movie premiere experience, or my proximity to Sebastian at the moment.

He put his forehead to mine and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’ll be there with you, the whole time,” he said.

“Til the end of the line?” I asked in the most vulnerable voice I could muster.

“Oh my god, you gigantic nerd,” he said, pulling away.

I giggled and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Goodnight, Sebastian,” I said, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, Vanessa,” he sighed with a lopsided smile, walking me to the door and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Did you guys bang it out last night? I didn’t hear the headboard slamming against the wall,” Liz said, handing me a coffee.

“We were just talking,” I sighed.

“You left before anything could happen, didn’t you.”

“Ugh. Yes. I just can’t do it, Liz, I need to wean myself off of him after this, he’s trouble,” I shook my head.

“You totally have feelings for him,” she smirked.

“No, I just don’t want that to happen,” I said, “I can see that happening. As good as I am at sex without feelings, I don’t think I’d be able to control that with him,” I sighed and chewed on my lip, staring off into the distance.

The last junket went smoothly, everyone immediately going their separate ways afterwards to get ready for the red carpet.

Sebastian let himself into my suite with the key I had given him and boisterously announced his arrival.

I took one last look in the mirror and inhaled slowly.

Just as I turned from the mirror, Sebastian stepped into the room and my heart about jumped out of my mouth. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as I took him in.

“God, you look fucking stunning,” he breathed, eyes wide.

“Shit, me? Look at you,” I said, my heart pounding.

His hair was slicked back and his scruff was trimmed. He wore a black suit that seemed to flash purple at some angles, with a black shirt and a deep purple tie.

I stopped and looked down at my fitted black and purple dress, then back up to Sebastian.

“Who made your suit?”

“Prada.”

I snickered.

“Oh god you’re wearing Prada. We match. Oh my god,” Sebastian put his head in his hands, laughing.

He held his tie up and looked between it and my dress; I was willing to bet that it wasn’t just the color, that it was the same fabric as well.

“Did our stylist do this on purpose?”

“That’s a good question. I wouldn’t be surprised,” He said, turning to the mirror next to the door as I stood next to him.

“Gotta admit, we look real good together,” he said softly, his eyes traveling up and down our bodies in the mirror.

“Yeah, you look really good,” I said as he turned to me, reaching out to straighten his tie.

My hand lingered and I looked up into his eyes; even with my heels, I was still three inches shorter than him.

“Let’s just skip the premiere and stay here, we can fool around in our fancy clothes,” he smirked.

My stomach fluttered and I laughed him off.

“Come on, let’s not keep the car waiting,” I said, grabbing my clutch off the table.

Sebastian slid out of the car and turned for my hand. He helped me out of the car and an explosion of flashbulbs surrounded us.

I exhaled slowly and looked around; it was big.

“You’re doing great,” he said in my ear.

“We just got here,” I scoffed.

“Yeah, but you didn’t fall out of the car,” he beamed.

We heard the murmur of voices talking about us coming together and I was already dreading the questions.

Sebastian put his hand on the small of my back and walked with me down the carpet.

He stopped and pulled me to him abruptly, laughing as I spun and landed against his chest with a giggle. We posed for photos, Sebastian holding me to him, my body melting into his.

I stepped away, Sebastian’s fingers hooked on mine and tried to get him to follow me. He tugged on my arm and pulled me back in his arms when my departure was met with pleas for more shots with Sebastian.

“What can I say, we look good together, and they know it,” he said softly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

We finally broke away to walk down the line of TV cameras and reporters.

“Vanessa, Sebastian, you look so comfortable with each other, tell us, did you find romance on set?”

And there it was, right out of the gate; I laughed and shook my head.

“No, no, we’re friends,” I said, trying to fight the blush.

Sebastian squeezed my side gently and I cleared my throat in surprise.

“She’s way too good for me,” Sebastian winked, guiding me along the line of reporters, not giving the woman a chance to follow up.

“You two have phenomenal chemistry, was it hard getting into your characters?”

“No, I related to mine quite a bit, and she’s a very passionate person. And it was pretty easy to see how she could fall so fast for Dean,” I shrugged.

“Same. Clara is such a complex character, I was immediately drawn to her. It was easy to see the motivation there. Also, Vanessa is super hot. So that helped,” Sebastian shrugged.

I hit his arm and he laughed; we continued down the line.

“How did you get through all of those intimate scenes together? Was it uncomfortable at all since you haven’t know each other long?”

“We were actually working on another movie that had its plug pulled early on, and the director roped us into this. So we weren’t complete strangers, made it more comfortable.”

“And Sebastian looks great naked, so that helped,” I shrugged.

Sebastian choked and laughed, putting a hand over his mouth.

“I wasn’t completely naked,” he said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Much to my disappointment,” I said with a pout.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, shaking his head and taking me to the next person.

We made it down the line virtually unscathed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes when we entered the building, feeling Sebastian come up behind me. He gently placed his hands on my hips, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“You did amazingly, they really adore you.”

My heart fluttered as his firm body gently pressed against my back, the warmth radiating from him giving me goosebumps.

We took our seats and Sebastian looked over to me, holding his hand out, palm up. I smiled and took it, weaving our fingers together as the lights went down.

I hated watching myself, but the cinematography was perfect, the editing, the effects, everything. It was good.

When it was time for our first big sex scene, I held my breath as I watched us stumble down the tiny hall to the bedroom. Getting a nice eyeful of Sebastian’s ass was always welcome, and the grin on my face when I took off his underwear was perfect.

I glanced at Sebastian who was biting his lip as he watched, his free hand clutching the armrest.

I took a slow breath, the heat inside me growing as I watched the most realistic looking fake sex I had ever seen.

I was happy to see there weren’t too many shots of me naked; not that I minded, but the small tastes they gave were plenty, made it sexy without being sleazy.

The music they put to the scene was a slow dubstep song that was making my insides vibrate. The music combined with the excellent editing and the fucking noises that were coming out of his mouth on screen were enough to have my panties soaked through.

I took a shaky breath and shifted in my seat, letting Sebastian’s hand go briefly.

He quickly tugged at the knee of his pants and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye; my heart started racing as I saw the bulge forming in his pants. I quickly turned my attention back to the screen as he tried to discretely adjust himself.

By the time our third scene came up, Sebastian had taken off his jacket and held it in his lap.

When the movie was over, he stayed in his seat and took a slow breath.

“Wow,” I said softly.

“Was that like watching a sex tape of us? Or was it just me?” Sebastian asked.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Need to wait for your boner to go away before we get up?”

“Shut up. Don’t think I didn’t notice you reacting the same way.”

I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked, leaning over to me.

“Your chest heaving; your breathing changed every time you watched us… you would squeeze my hand a little tighter, you kept shifting in your seat, squeezing your legs together…” he whispered, running a finger up and down my arm.

“Alright, it turned me on a little. It was voyeuristic, I have kind of a thing…” I mumbled, biting my lip.

His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as he stared at me.

“God damn you, Vincent,” he whispered, shaking his head.

My heart skipped as I watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” he said, taking another breath and standing up, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I stood up and closed my eyes for a second, having moved too fast.

“Do I have to go to the after party?” I asked, pausing to lean on a table in the hall when we exited the theater.

“No, sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired,” I said, punctuating with an unintentional yawn, “And a little dizzy.”

“We had a long day, let’s just go back to the hotel.”

“I don’t want to take you from the party,” I frowned.

“Eh,” he shrugged, “It’s gonna be mostly stuffy people who want to talk business.”

“You don’t have to come with me!”

“Vanessa, please let me take you back,” he laughed.

“Thank you,” I said softly, slowly following him to the exit.

We walked down the hall and with every step my brain pulsed. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and exhaled slowly, willing the pain away.

Sebastian and I trudged into the two bedroom suite we were sharing and I groaned, falling on the couch.

“Prinţesă what’s wrong?”

“Migraine,” I whispered, “can’t move.”

I felt tears sting my eyes as my head throbbed.

“Hey, come here,” he said softly, sitting next to me and pulling me to his chest.

Sebastian kissed my forehead and held me, rubbing my back gently.

“What can I do?”

“I need warmth, darkness, and dull white noise,” I said weakly.

“Alright, let’s go then,” he said, scooping me up in his arms and standing, taking me to his room.

He sat me on the bed, letting the soft light from the main room illuminate the dark room.

“Here,” he said, giving me a t-shirt from his suitcase.

He went to the bathroom and I took everything off but my underwear, slipping the soft shirt over my head. I sighed at the familiar smell, closing my eyes and wincing as I felt a stabbing pain behind my left eye.

I heard the fan turn on in the bathroom and Sebastian came out, closing the door to muffle it.

After shutting off all of the lights and covering up the red alarm clock on the nightstand, he brought me my purse from my room.

“You keep your medication in there, right?” He asked.

I nodded and thanked him, fishing it out of my purse.

He pulled the covers back on the bed and helped me under them, sliding in next to me.

I laid down and Sebastian was immediately wrapped around me. I sighed and nestled myself into his warmth, feeling my consciousnesses slowly slip away.

I woke up and it was pitch black; sighing in relief when I didn’t feel the intense pain in my head. I reached to the nightstand to flip the clock back up to see that it was four in the morning. Turning around I saw Sebastian had just rolled onto his back, his arm sliding off of my hip. I looked at him in the dark; I could barely see him but I could tell that his lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing deeply.

I quietly slipped out of bed and out of the room, heading back to mine. I didn’t want to wake up with him, too many feelings happen when I do that. Additionally, there was always the very likely possibility of morning wood, and I had no intention on sticking around for that awkward experience.

I woke up again at eight, sighing as I forced myself out of bed to find my phone. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed before going back into Sebastian’s room to wake him up with what I just learned, scrolling through my news feed.

I knocked on the door and heard a sleepy “come in”. I pushed open the door to see Sebastian roll onto his back, rubbing his eyes.

He was gorgeous just waking up; hair all over the place, eyes all sleepy. He stretched and I bit my lip to suppress a whimper.

“We are all over the internet today,” I said.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and flicked through some things, grinning triumphantly at all of the pictures of us on various news sites.

“Who can blame them? You looked gorgeous,” he said, tossing his phone down and running a hand through his perfectly messy hair.

My eyes traveled down his shirtless body and I quickly looked away before he saw me staring at the soft hair on his chest; before he could see me remembering what it felt like against my bare breasts.

Sebastian slid out of bed with his back to me and stood, stretching dramatically. Completely naked.

“OH MY GOD,” I laughed, throwing a pillow at him.

He ignored me and disappeared into the bathroom; I shamelessly watched his adorable backside the entire way.

I heard the shower turn on so I crawled into his bed and waited, curling up with his pillow.

Sebastian emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist; water droplets clung to his chest and his wet hair was slicked back. When he saw me in his bed, he raised an eyebrow.

“You leave me in the middle of the night, making me feel so used, and now you want to come back?” he teased.

“Sorry, I was overheating and wanted to stretch out,” I lied.

He nodded and ran a hand through his wet hair. Fuck.

“I have a meeting in a few hours, want to get breakfast?” He asked, sliding his underwear up under his towel.

“Yeah, let me get my shit together so I don’t have to worry about it when I come back.”

The movie was a success. A big success.

Opening weekend was big enough that the studio called a meeting and asked if there was a possibility for a sequel; turns out one was already being written.

One month later, I was sitting at a table with a fat stack of papers in front of me. Signing on the line would commit me to two more movies with Sebastian.

We had discussed it before my meeting, and we decided mutually that we would do it only if the other was going to.

I was so nervous I had to have Padma give me a pep talk beforehand.

“Look, if you don’t want to do this…”

“No! No I totally do,” I said, pacing in front of the couch she was sitting on.

“So what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know… it’s just a lot to take in, I have a lot of emotions.”

“Hey.”

My head shot up at the voice and I saw Sebastian enter the room. I jumped up and threw my arms around him; he giggled and hugged me.

“Hi, missed you. You okay?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down my back, already knowing the answer.

“No. What are you doing here?”

“They were going to mail me the contract, but I was needed in town later this week, so I figured we could sign together,” he grinned.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I said, hugging him again.

“Me too,” he smiled.

“Good, you talk some confidence into her,” Padma said, grabbing her purse, “I’m going to lunch. You got this.”

The door closed and I smiled up at Sebastian who poked my nose.

“Let’s do this.”

“Pump the brakes, champ, I’m still waiting for their meeting to be over.”

Sebastian stopped mid-stride and spun back around, falling onto the couch next to me.

I snorted and held my phone to Sebastian to read.

“I wish Undercover was a straight to DVD movie…” a smile spread slowly across his face as he continued reading, “because I need to watch it alone. In my bedroom.”

He giggled and I saw a pink tinge on his cheeks as he shook his head.

“Face it Sebastian. People masturbate to you,” I said, not looking up from my phone.

“Oh yeah? People?” He grinned.

“Yeah, there are some websites you should probably steer clear of,” I cringed, angling my phone away from him.

“Okay now I have to know what you’re looking at,” he reached for my phone and I tried to jerk my arm back but I was too slow.

Sebastian flicked a finger up my phone to scroll and his face turned into one of horror.

“What is this?” He whispered, turning my phone to me.

I snorted and slapped a hand over my mouth when I saw the awful, awful manipulated picture of a porn star bending over and spreading his ass- with Sebastian’s face.

“That,” I said, plucking my phone from his hand, “Is what happens when you browse the Sebastian Stan tag on Tumblr without adult content blocked.”

“I feel like my innocence is gone.”

I snorted again, “Yeah. Innocent like fucking on a headboard doing a handstand.”

Things were happening fast; a week after we signed we had the script for the second movie to read over.

The weekend we got it, we were headed to Las Vegas, where the MTV Movie awards were being held; it wasn’t even two months since its release, but we were nominated for an award.

“We’re nominated for what?” I laughed.

“Best sex scene,” Sebastian grinned wickedly, making me shiver slightly.

“Those award categories are getting stranger every year,” I mumbled.

“Yes. And we are nominated three times,” his grin was infectious.

“Wait, what?”

“I guess they thought they were being funny-I mean, it is funny,” he said, showing me the list.

Three of our sex scenes were nominated, along with three others from other movies that year.

“So we’re definitely going to win; look at the competition,” Sebastian smirked.

“Well then we should plan something good for our acceptance speech.”

Sebastian nodded, “Something scandalous?”

I nodded, “Oh definitely.”

“Naked acceptance speech sounds pretty classy,” Sebastian said, stroking his chin.

I laughed and shook my head, “We should do something that ends in us jumping each other and starting to tear each other’s clothes off,” I grinned.

“Oh my god that would be perfect.”

“So bring something cheap to change into, because I plan on ripping open your shirt; buttons will fly,” I said.

A few days before the MTV Movie Awards, I went to visit Sebastian on the set he was on in Georgia so we could travel to the awards together and talk about our game plan.

I found the perfect thing to wear under my dress; I was really hoping we would win, because I felt like a million bucks.

Sebastian had just come off a scene and grabbed a bottle of water and his phone, sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. I smirked to myself and decided to share some of my research with him.

Sebastian opened the text and fumbled with the bottle he was sipping from, water dribbling down his chin.

I giggled to myself and continued.

Sebastian leaned over to me as the presenter for the next award came out.

“Gonna let me peep that if we don’t win?” he whispered, eyeing my flowy cyan strapless dress.

I smirked, “If you’re lucky,” I winked.

I laughed as he visibly shuddered.

The award before ours was being announced, so Sebastian slipped out of his seat to change- just in case. He returned as our category was being announced, his new button-down the same teal color as his original, but clearly cheaper; I couldn’t wait to tear it off of his body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, telling myself not to get too excited.

Our names were announced and Sebastian looked at me wide-eyed; I guess he was surprised we won.

I grabbed his hand and we made our way to the stage to accept our award.

“I’d like to thank our incredible director who let us be our characters and improvise, and of course Sebastian, for giving me the best fake orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“You… faked it?” His face was crestfallen and I was having a hard time keeping it straight.

“Yes, Seb, it was a movie, we’re actors. We fake our orgasms.”

“Oh. I didn’t,” he said; god he was perfect.

The audience erupted into laughter and screams.

“Wait, what?”

“I, uh, came in my sock,” He said with a straight face, looking at me.

“That can’t have been a good one.”

“I’ve had better,” he shrugged with a frown, nodding.

“Is that a challenge?” I asked, turning to him.

He shrugged again and set his award on the floor, unbuttoning his jacket.

“I don’t know. Think you could give me a better one?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I set mine down and took a step towards him.

“I don’t know, think you could tell if I fake mine?”

He took a step closer to me and I took another until our noses touched. The crowd was going absolutely insane, they were eating it up.

I saw a smirk flicker on his lips as we grabbed each other’s faces and kissed frantically. I pushed his jacket off and he unzipped the back of my dress. I ripped his shirt open and started undoing his belt.

He shook off his shirt and grabbed me again, pushing my strapless dress down to reveal my corset and garter belt combination.

The screams were wild.

I unbuttoned his pants and yanked the zipper down, his pants falling.

The screams were deafening.

He grabbed my ass and I jumped out of my dress and locked my legs around him. He started walking off stage with his pants around his ankles as the music started playing and his hand slid up my back as we cleared the stage.

He dropped me and we burst out laughing, trying to catch our breaths. He had me against the wall and fell into me, laughing and shaking, burying his face in my shoulder.

“Oh my god that was incredible. Thank you for going along with that,” I breathed, wiping a tear from my eye.

I put a hand on his shoulder to help him up.

“Hold on,” He mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“Gimmie a second,” He whispered.

I could barely hear him over the noise and bustle of the backstage. I glanced down at him and confirmed his reason for not moving.

“Oh my god! You have a boner.”

“Don’t act surprised. I know you’re just as turned on, I just have a disadvantage and can’t see it… but I know your body now, I know how you move and how your breathing changes when you’re aroused.”

He said softly, pressing his lips to my ear.

Thankfully my whimper was drowned out by the sound of the band on stage starting their performance.

I looked around and motioned with my head for him to slide down the wall around the corner with me. He shuffled, his pants still around his ankles, and I laughed, turning into a shared dressing room that happened to be empty.

We stayed in the same position, my back to the wall, him leaning over me for cover.

“Ugh, you look so fucking sexy in that,” he whispered, running his fingers down the satin corset.

“Seb,” I sighed quietly, nudging his shoulder.

Sebastian sighed and bent over to pull up his pants, struggling to get them fastened over his erection.

I smirked, watching him wiggle and adjust, finally getting his zipper up. I raised an eyebrow as I stared at his bulge behind the strained fabric.

“See something you like, baby?”

His voice was low and husky, making me shiver.

I looked up and met his eyes, wetting my lips. His pupils were huge and we both exhaled slowly as we stared at each other, feeling something shift between us.

Everything else stopped and suddenly I was hyper-aware of the space between our bodies and every movement we made.

He gently lifted my chin with a finger and lowered his lips to mine. It was happening in slow motion; I didn’t even process that it was unusual.

The instant our lips touched, his tongue followed, gently swiping between my parted lips.

This was real. No alcohol, no cameras, no audience; this was just for us.

His tongue cautiously touched mine and I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck. Sebastian echoed my sentiment and snaked his arms around my waist, holding me close. His tongue caressed mine and I moaned; he squeezed me and let out a soft moan of his own. I whimpered and pressed my legs together to unsuccessfully sate the throbbing as he moaned again.

We parted and stared at each other, breathless.

“Nessa, I can’t take it anymore. I thought everything was going to boil over after we wrapped. Especially after that party; I really, really did…” He said in my ear, covering my neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses; I was immediately wet.

“Then we did press together, and the fucking tension was ridiculous. I know you felt it; every journalist felt it.”

He let out a frustrated grunt, “And now tonight… kissing you, touching you, feeling your skin on mine again… futu-i! Am nevoie de tine!”

“What…What does that mean?” I asked weakly.

“I need you,” he whispered in a raw voice that had me soaking wet and covered in goosebumps.

I looked up and met his dark gaze; I let my arm fall to my side, slowly grazing my knuckles over his erection in the process.

His eyes widened when I touched him, his entire body shuddering.

“Oh my god,” he breathed.

Just then, someone talking loudly walked by the door, making us jump in surprise, both of us now afraid of being caught.

Sebastian looked back to me and I took a breath, running my palm down his cock, flooding as I felt the heat and size of him. His eyes widened again and his chest started rising and falling faster.

I brought my lips to his ear and gave him a squeeze through his pants.

“We should get out of here.”

#plumfondler costar #costar chapter 11 part 2 #that time elle had to split up chapter 11 because she crashed the tumblr app #i hope this helps

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bxcketbarnes · 8 years ago

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Will You Marry Me?

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1746

Stuart’s POV

The team is helping me plan a surprise for Y/N, my girlfriend of four years. I haven’t told my team that I planned on proposing to her tomorrow night. I already know that they’re going to be excited for me, and Neha’s going to want to see the ring. I brought the ring with me to work to show the team and also hide it from Y/N, so she doesn’t find it by accident. I walk into the Google building heading to our teams office. Neha sees me walking towards the office and runs up to me squealing.

“Where’s the ring!? Where’s the ring!?” She squeals shaking my arm.

“Alright, alright. Neha you’re hurting my arm,” I reply bluntly rolling my eyes.

“Sorry I’m just really excited for you Stuart,” Neha replies.

I laugh slightly walking into the office sitting on the couch. The team sits around me as we plan on what I’m going to do for our anniversary date. I feel my phone vibrate as I look down at my phone seeing Y/N had texted me.

From: Love of my life ❤

Hey baby. I noticed you weren’t here when I got up so I didn’t get to kiss you goodbye, but I miss you and love you. Have a great day at work! :*

To: Love of my life ❤

I’m sorry babe I didn’t wanna wake you up. I love and miss you too, and I can’t wait to come home. ❤

I smile at my phone putting it back into my pocket.

“Sorry guys Y/N texted me,” I say.

“That’s alright Stewie. So what were you thinking of doing tomorrow night?” Nick asks me.

“Nick… How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Stewie,” I sigh shaking my head, “I was thinking on taking her to her favorite Italian restaurant than take her to the beach. She loves the beach,” I say.

“Nick and I could get some fireworks and set them off when she says yes,” Billy says high fiving Nick.

“Yeah that’d be cool but… what if she says no?” I start to panic rubbing my hands together.

Neha scoffed replying, “Stuart seriously? She’s crazy about you. She’ll call me just to talk about how much she loves you and how she cares about you. She’s going to love this Stuart. I promise.”

I smile blushing slightly, “Really? She talks about me?”

“Yes Stu,” Neha says smiling.

I went home that night and saw Y/N laying on the couch napping. She’s been working so hard at Stanford lately that she hasn’t had time to sleep. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. I can’t believe she’s been mine for four years. I smile slightly sitting next to her softly moving her hair out of her face, and her eyes flutter open.

“Oh sorry babe. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say frowning.

“It’s okay baby. I was waiting for you to get home to start dinner,” She says smiling leaning up kissing my lips lightly.

I give her a short light kiss asking her, “What did you want for dinner?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you silly!” She laughs leaning her head on my shoulder.

I kiss the top of her head replying with, “Spaghetti sounds good to me babe.”

She smiles getting up kissing me quickly before heading to the kitchen to start dinner. I follow her to the kitchen sitting on one of the bar stools.

“So babe what are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask excited.

“Uhm nothing I think why?” She replies looking back at me.

“Well I was thinking that we could go out for dinner. I made reservations at six to Terún. Thought we could go there for our five year anniversary,” I say blushing a little bit.

She turns around smiling at me then walks up to me grabbing my cheeks and kissed me on the lips. The kiss is as amazing as all of the other kisses we’ve shared. Her lips are so soft against mine. She pulls away rubbing my cheeks with her thumb smiling like a doofus.

“That sounds amazing babe. I love you.” She says as I lean my forehead against hers.

“I love you, so much,” I reply tucking one of her hairs behind her ears.

She went back to cooking the spaghetti as I set the table. The spaghetti was finished and we were currently sitting at our dining room table, across from each other eating and talking about how our day was. We went to bed that night in our warm sheets cuddling with each other with smiles on both of our faces.

*The Next Evening*

I stand in the bathroom fixing my hair in the mirror as I start to get nervous.

“Babe you almost ready? Our reservation is in half an hour,” Y/N says through the door.

“Uh-uh yeah I’m ready,” I reply walking out of the bathroom seeing Y/N standing in front of me wearing a black dress that ends around her thighs with a pair of black heels. “O-Oh wow. Baby you look gorgeous,” I smile leaning down placing a light kiss on her cheek.

She blushes slightly looking down, “Thank you babe. You’re looking mighty fine as well,” she laughs slightly taking my hand in hers.

“You ready to go?” I ask her walking down the stairs with her grabbing my car keys off the coffee table.

She nods as we head outside to the car and I open the door for her, “Milady,” I say giggling.

“Oh thank you kind sir,” she says in a gaudy accent while giggling.

We get into the car heading towards Terún as I hold Y/N’s hand rubbing the front of it softly with my thumb. We arrive at the restaurant and I open the door for Y/N as she walks inside the restaurant. I give the hostess my last name for our reservation and she brings us to a table by the window where there is a lit candle and a few wine glasses sat on the table. The waitress asks what we’d like to drink and eat, and I got a Miller Lite with a medium well steak, potatoes, and some sweet corn while Y/N got a white Moscoto with shrimp alfredo, which she gets eveytime we come here. We wait for about twenty minutes for our food, and as we wait I can’t help but to stare at Y/N. She looks so beautiful tonight, and the more I think about the proposal the more nervous I get. I don’t understand why a beautiful sweet lady like her would want to go out with a guy like me who used to always be on his phone. Although, I’m glad she did, because she’s my everything and I wouldn’t ask for anything else.

“So babe where are we going after this?” Y/N asks me with a smile on her face.

“Well I planned on taking a little walk on the beach. I know you love the beach so I thought it’d be perfect way to end our anniversary date,” I say grabbing her hand kissing her knuckles lightly.

“That does sound perfect. Just like you,” she replies smiling.

I blush slightly before saying the cheesiest thing I’ve ever said in my life, “Babe we all know you’re the perfect one. I mean look at you! You put supermodels to shame,” I say and immediately see a blush grow on her cute cheeks.

We finished dinner and desert heading out towards the car as I open the door for her again. She smiles at me kissing my cheek before getting in the car. I close her door making my way to the drivers side getting in, buckling my seatbelt, starting the car, than driving off towards the beach. We arrive at the beach as we get out and Y/N immediately intertwines our fingers as we walk towards the water. I smile at her as she lets go of my hand to walk further towards the water as I put my plan into action.

I get down on one knee getting the ring box out as I call out to Y/N and she turns around gasping putting her hands over her mouth.

“Stuart?” She asks walking over to me

“Y/N. You’re the first lady I’ve ever loved and I fell for you so hard. When we first met I couldn’t believe the fact that you wanted to be friends with a dorky guy like me, but you did. I still couldn’t believe it when you said yes to when I first asked you out on a date, and here we are now five years of being with each other and I couldn’t imagine anything or anyone else. I realized that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” I say with tears sliding down my cheeks as I see tears slide down Y/N’s cheeks as well.

“Oh my god Stu yes! Yes I’ll marry you.” She says happily as she walks up to me placing her hands on my cheeks kissing me softly.

I smile as we pull away and I take the ring out of the box sliding it onto her ring finger placing another kiss on her lips.

Y/N’s POV

As we sit in the car on the way home I can’t help but think back to the event that just happened. I look over at Stuart with a smile than down at the ring on my finger. When I turned around and saw Stuart on one knee with a ring in his hand I almost forgot to breathe. I always knew that Stuart was the one for me and I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. I never expected Stuart to be so romantic about it, and I’m glad he was. I can’t wait to start planning for our wedding. I looked over at Stuart one more time and smiled.

I can’t wait to be with you for the rest of my life…

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagines #stuart twombly #the internship #Thomas #the maze runner #teen wolf #stiles stilinski

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thecoliverlibrary · 8 years ago

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The Best Laid Plans

Gift Type: Fan Fiction Title: The Best Laid Plans Author: @coliverscribbles (sideblog) Recipient: @broodybluebird Rating: General Word Count: 2,134 Summary: Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and the Hampton-Walsh household is all abuzz. Author’s Note: Inspired by an episode of Boy Meets World, called Risky Business. I hope my giftee enjoys reading it! :)

“Well, what do we have here? Is that a valentine I see in your hands, little brother?”

Jamie looked up from the red heart-shaped card he was holding, and immediately flung it to the side at the sound of his older brother’s teasing voice.

“It’s not mine! I think it’s for papa from dad… See, it says: ‘Dear Hacker Boy - Roses are red, violets are blue. Valentine’s on Monday, let’s rendezvous.’ I found it standing on the cutting board.”

“Ah, the fathers are leaving goofy notes for each other again, Jamie. Allow me to bestow some wisdom upon you,” he continued loudly, rolling his eyes at the slashing motions Jamie had started making with his hands, “Dad and pops do these cheesy gimmicks to keep the spice in their relationship alive. When you’re a parent, it’s all you really have left,” he tapered off with a wistful sigh.

“What, cheese?”

“No, doofus, lame goofy attempts at romance-!”

“Evan, don’t call your brother a doofus, and please don’t try to bestow any more romantic wisdom upon him.”

“How long have you been standing there?” Evan asked turning around to face his father.

“Long enough, what’s this?” Oliver answered, sauntering into the kitchen and picking up the card.

“I tried to warn you, bro,” Jamie said, then turned quizzically upon hearing the strangled snort his father had just let out, “Are you okay papa?”

“It’s the cheese, he choked on it. You should get him some water,” Evan quipped.

“What? Oh no, I’m fine,” Oliver replied, fixing his older son with a calculating look. “I was just thinking that I need to get a sitter for Monday… Say, Evan, since you’re so knowledgeable about cheeses and spices, what do you say to fixing some up while you babysit your little brother and sister on Monday evening?”

“Uh-uh. Sorry, pops. No can do. I have my own valentine to rendezvous with. Lisa and I made up,” Evan answered, quickly amending his statement at his father’s raised eyebrow. “Well… we’ll be making up when I tell her about the awesome Valentine’s dinner I’ve got planned for her at Bon Giourno. I made reservations and everything.”

“Oh alright, I suppose I could try to call Karen. But, she might have plans that night too… Hmm, you know, I was around 12 when I first started babysitting, and you’re nearly 12, Jamie. Maybe you could stay with Charlotte. The job pays $2.00 an hour, you up for it?”

“Keep the cash, papa. Buy yourself a new tie. Consider it a signing bonus for first time clients,” Jamie replied with a mischievous smile, much to his father’s amusement.

“Gee, thanks, buddy. That is mighty generous of you. Monday night then. I’ll take a chance on you.” Oliver ruffled his younger son’s hair, thinking not for the first time of his striking resemblance to Connor with his messy dark brown locks.

———-

“Whatcha got there, Charlotte?” Jamie asked, seeing his little sister fiddling with something that looked suspiciously like a heart-shaped card.

“Papa’s heart!” She squealed happily, holding it out proudly for him to see. “I’m a'pose to give it to Daddy!”

“'Dear Lawyer Boy - Blue is the violet. Red is the rose. Meet me at 8:00PM at the restaurant where you proposed.’” Jamie read aloud.

“Poetry is not papa’s strong suit,” came Evan’s loud guffaw, “You know, Jamie, girls love poetry. Throw a couple of fancy rhymes together with some flowers, and they’ll be putty in your hands.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! Here, listen to a master at work and soak up some brilliance,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “Uh… there once was a guy in a locker, who just got a date… What a shocker!-”

“Be still my heart, Jamie, I think we’ve got a Shakespeare in the family,” came Connor’s teasing voice as he walked into the living room and perched on a couch arm rest, “Evan, I say this with love, son, but please don’t try and compose poetry to win Lisa back.” he added with a smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny, dad,” Evan sulked, slumping down onto the couch.

“Aren’t I?” Connor replied with a wink, before turning to his youngest, who had begun clamoring for his attention.

“Daddy!”

“Princess Charlotte! Ooh, what’s that?”

“Papa’s heart,” she answered very seriously, “He said t'keep it safe until you came. Here!” She chirped, holding it out delicately with both hands to her father.

He took it from her with a kiss to her head and opened it up, his eyes widening with mirth as he read the contents, “Your papa rhymes about as smoothly as you, Evan,” he chuckles.

“Dad, how did Papa get you to fall in love with him if he can’t write good poetry?” Jamie mused, “Evan says the trick to getting someone to fall for you is through poetry and flowers.”

“First, do not take romance advice from your brother, Jamie. Your papa didn’t need to write me poetry or bring me flowers. He was perfect just the way he was, with his dorky coke-bottle glasses, shy gummy smile, and cute blush-”

“Don’t forget my beautiful mind.”

“Ollie! When did you get home from the store?”

“Early enough to hear the end of your gushing. I see you got my heart,” Oliver answered, bending down for a quick peck.

“I guarded it with my life, Papa!”

“Thank you my sweetness!” Oliver turned to his daughter, reveling in the peals of giggles he received in return as he squeezed her into a tight hug then booped her nose.

“Hey, where are you two sneaking off to?” Connor asked, noticing his two sons starting to slink up the stairs.

“I’ve got some homework-”

“I’m gonna call Lisa-”

“Dinner’s in an hour, boys, so I expect you to be down again by then.”

“Got it, papa.”

“Okay, pops.”

“So… is it a date?” Oliver asked, looking up at Connor from his position on the floor with Charlotte, who was now animatedly playing with his fingers.

“It’s a date.” Connor winked back, “I assume you got a sitter?”

“I thought we might give Jamie a chance. He’s nearly 12, he should be able to hold the fort down for a couple of hours. Oh, and get this - I offered to pay him, $2 an hour, and he waived it as a signing bonus! Told me to buy a nice tie with the extra cash!” Oliver replied with a chuckle, “I think he’s been hanging around one too many of your client calls.”

Connor, for his part, looked caught between sheepish amusement and pride, “That kid absorbs everything he’s exposed to! They’re all growing up so fast. Make them stop growing, Ollie.”

“Well, we’ve still got this little one.” Oliver responded giving Charlotte another tight squeeze.

“I’m a grown up too, daddy!”

“Oh no you’re not, Princess Charlotte! You’re going to be our baby girl forever.” Connor replied indignantly, moving to sit on the floor with the pair and start tickling his daughter, as Oliver gently extricated himself to attend to dinner.

———-

Jamie looked up from the puzzle he and Charlotte were working on at the ring of the telephone.

“Hello?” …

“Oh, hi papa! No, dad left 40 minutes ago.” …

“Yes, everything is fine. The house is still standing, and Charlotte is being entertained.” …

“Okay, bye! Have fun on your date!”

He made his way back to the couch, only to do an about-face when the phone rings again.

“Yello?” …

“Oh, hi dad!” …

“Everything’s fine. Papa just called to ask about you actually.” …

“No, dad. I’m telling you, he’s there.” …

“Okay, bye dad.”

Man, I can’t believe mom and dad can’t find each other. How big is this restaurant anyway? He wondered to himself, as he went back to Charlotte.

He was getting bored with the puzzle and the beginnings of a game of house tag starting to take shape in his head.

———-

“Connor, it was humiliating! How could you go to the wrong restaurant? Or was proposing to me that forgettable?”

“I can only say I’m sorry so many times, Ollie.” Connor replied desperately, watching his husband pace their backyard.

“How could you forget something so important?”

“You’re right. I am a crass, unfeeling dunderhead who forgot that I proposed to you at Trattoria.”

“Yes, you are. And, I may forgive you in time. What restaurant did you go to anyway?” Oliver asked curiously.

“Can’t we just forget about this, and just get on to the romantic part of the evening?” Connor replied with a suggestive wink.

“It’s cute that you think you’re still getting lucky tonight. Just tell me. Where did you go?”

“I went to La Lola.”

“La Lola? That’s- Oh.”

“What ’Oh’?”

“Nothing, come on. Let’s go inside.”

“No, wait a minute, wait a minute. That was a loaded, ’Oh’.”

“Can’t we just get on with the romantic part of the evening, Lawyer Boy?”

“It’s cute, how you think you can use my own words against me, but no, no, no. Don’t you Lawyer Boy me. I will not be distracted. I did propose to you at La Lola, didn’t l?”

“Yes, you did, Connor.”

“Ooh, I knew it! I knew it. What happened at Trattoria?”

“I was proposed to at Trattoria.”

“Not by me.”

“Are you hungry? I’m so hungry.”

“Now, wait just a hot minute, wait a minute. Who proposed to you at Trattoria?”

“Lucas Porter.”

“Lucas Porter? Lucas Porter proposed to you? Who the hell is Lucas Porter?”

“Some guy.”

“Some guy? Some random drive-by proposal? Somebody proposed to you, and you didn’t tell me about it?”

“No, Connor. No, I did not.”

“Well, why the hell not?”

“Oh, because silly me, I thought maybe you’d get angry!”

“Oh, well, fine. Obviously, you know me. I don’t know you.”

“Connor!”

“Did you accept the proposal? Do you have another set of children in Maysville, Kentucky? Are Beatrice, Christopher, and Jackson waiting for their father to come back after stepping out for gum eighteen years ago?”

“Okay, enough, Connor.” Oliver admonished, rolling his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous! Calm down. Let’s go inside and discuss this like mature adults. You’ll only aggravate your blood pressure!”

“Oliver, if that’s even you’re real name- What in the world happened here? JAMIE!” Connor broke off, his eyes widening at the state of disarray that the living room currently seemed to be in.

As his eyes swept the scene, he took stock of a broken lamp, some spaghetti strewn across the couch, and the rest of the furniture that didn’t seem to be in their right places. Charlotte was sleeping in what seemed to be a makeshift pillow fort on the floor.

“It’s all my fault. No one else is to blame except me. But don’t worry, dad. I’m going to pay for it out of my own money.” Jamie rushed into the living room frantically, holding a broom.

“Your own money? What ’own money’?” Oliver asked with an incredulous stare.

“Well, no charge for my subsequent babysitting services until this gets paid off?” Jamie asked with hopeful, but worried eyes.

“YOU THINK WE’RE GOING TO LET YOU BABYSIT AG-” came Connor’s disbelieving shriek.

“SHHHHH! You’ll wake up my dear little sister, who, thank God, is still alive.” Jamie interrupted quickly, trying to defuse his father’s anger.

“Oh! Well, thank God for that.” Oliver replied sardonically, placing a gentle hand on his husband’s shoulder and praying it wouldn’t be shoved off. They shared a look, and Oliver knew they wouldn’t be dropping their previous discussion anytime soon - just shelving it for now to deal with the mess at hand and get their kids to bed.

———-

“Here, papa.”

“What’s this?” Oliver asked, looking up from his laptop to see his youngest son holding out a small bunch of paper flowers.

“Art project for school.”

“And, you made this for me? Thanks buddy, that’s really sweet. But, it’s not getting you out of your grounding.” Oliver replied with a wink and a ruffle to his son’s hair.

“Eh, it was worth a shot.” Jamie replied, turning to walk back upstairs to his room.

“Are those from Lucas Porter?” Connor quipped, as he walked into the living room.

“No. It’s from Jamie Hampton-Walsh.”

“Well, in case they get lonely.” Connor replied, presenting his husband with his own bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Connor, they’re beautiful. What are they for?”

“Because,” Connor answered, looking down as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest, “Because, this was the worst Valentine’s Day of my life, and I don’t think yours was any better either. And, maybe I overreacted. A little bit.”

“Oh?”

"And, I was thinking that you may have been proposed to twice, but you only said yes once, and I’m glad it was to me. Happy Valentine’s Day, Ollie.”

“Thanks, Con.” Oliver replied, accepting the flowers with a relieved smile.

They sat for a while in comfortable silence - Connor had traded the throw pillow in favor playing with Oliver’s fingers - until Oliver spoke up again.

“So,” he teased with a mischievous grin, “What makes you think I was only proposed to twice?”

-FIN-

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