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avatar-anna · 6 months

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Margaritaville

based on this tiktok that i saw today!

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Universe

"Why the hell is my daughter dressed as a margarita?"

Y/n stared down at the group of boys sitting on the floor of her hotel room, watching with glee as Simone teetered around as a tiny cocktail.

All five boys looked up at her, a mix of emotions on their faces ranging from deer in headlights to the picture of innocence. Harry stood up from the floor and walked over to Y/n, his lips immediately finding her cheek for a quick kiss. He could tell she was mostly surprised, not really mad—at least he hoped. Dressing Simone up like a margarita didn't seem like a terrible idea when Louis approached him with the idea. It seemed harmless. Now he wasn't so sure.

"Just a bit of fun," Harry promised. "And look she loves it."

"She loves the attention," Y/n corrected. "She's two! She can't—Is that salt on the rim?"

"Mommy look!"

Y/n's attention swiveled to the toddler in like green. Simone's hair was pulled back into two tiny buns on the top of her head, each one adorned with a little green bow. She was sporting a huge smile, clearly happy to have her father and all her uncles fawn over her. Because of their busy schedules, she didn't get to spend much time with the members of One Direction, but when she did, the boys treated her like a little queen.

"Wow, melon!" Y/n cooed, not wanting to spoil her daughter's fun.

"I'm a marita!" Simone said, not quite getting the name right.

Y/n's grin was wide, but Harry could see right through it. He knew he was in for it later. For now he was safe, but when he was alone with Y/n? Perhaps a Simone-sized buffer was necessary the rest of the night. He was not above using his daughter's cuteness to get out of a lecture.

"Who made you this awesome costume?" Y/n asked, her voice light.

"Uncle Louis!"

"It was more of a joint effort, really," Louis said from his spot on the floor. When Y/n shot him a look, he was quick to go back to studying the pattern in the carpet.

"You look amazing, my love, but maybe we should change into your other costume for trick-or-treating?"

"I like this one!" Simone declared.

Y/n fought the urge to sigh deeply through her nose. She could only imagine the stares she was going to get walking around with a tequila toddler. But if her daughter was happy, she saw no reason to spoil the fun. The last thing she needed was a tantrum over a wardrobe change.

"Okay, Simone. Margarita it is," Y/n said. Then she turned to Harry's bandmates. "Isn't there a party you should be getting ready for?"

The boys were quick to scramble to their feet. Each of them said their goodbyes to Simone, kissing her cheeks and the top of her head. They said goodbye to Y/n too, murmuring their apologies as they filed out of her small hotel room. Y/n tried to suppress her grin, but it was difficult. She kind of liked that the boys were slightly afraid of her.

"I'm sorry about this, really. The boys got excited and she wanted to wear it and—"

"It's fine, H, promise," Y/n said sincerely. She knew the boys meant well. "It's just...I already get the stares, you know?"

"I'll get her to change," Harry insisted.

"Don't," Y/n said, shaking off her negative thoughts. She sometimes got caught up in what people thought when she and Simone were out together. Maybe walking around with her toddler dressed as a margarita would cause more stares, but her daughter was happy, and it wasn't like she even knew what it was anyway. It would be a funny story to tell in the future. To Harry, she said, "Let them stare. If she's happy, I'm happy."

Y/n grinned, the initial surprise and annoyance at the margarita costume wearing off. It was rather cute. And, "It's really well constructed."

"Louis was planning this for a while, I think," Harry said while both of them admired the craftsmanship of Simone's costume.

"You have a costume for tonight?" Harry asked when they were mostly alone. Simone began playing with her costume, running her hands over the bowl that surrounded her with great interest.

Y/n shrugged. "Not really. I bought cat ears and was just going to call it a day. As for you..."

Walking over to the unused bed in her hotel room, she pulled back the comforter and worked the loose sheet off. Harry gave her a knowing look before she tossed the sheet unceremoniously over his head. The sheet stopped at his shins, revealing dark jeans and a pair of scuffed boots, though the shifting beneath told Y/n he'd probably crossed his arms.

"Now no one will know it's you under there."

"I can't see."

"We'll cut holes before we go," Y/n said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Watch her while I draw on some whiskers, will you?"

Beneath the sheet, Harry rolled his eyes. He pulled it off and sat back down, whipping his phone out to take as many pictures as Simone would let him. She smiled and posed for some, but her attention didn't last long. Harry and Y/n both loved to take pictures of their daughter, but she was usually an unwilling participant.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, love bug?"

"Why did Uncle Louis say maritas will give me a baby sister?"

Harry's head bent as he tried to hide his laughter as Y/n shouted from the bathroom, "I'm gonna kill him!"

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yuri-is-online · 8 months

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There's Mud in Your Eye (Leona and Deuce x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, i am out of creative ways to describe these: it's Cheka and Mamma Spade. Slight references to the White Rabbit event. If you liked this please check out the previous parts on my master list here.

Leona

A very confused, very important looking little lion is standing in front of you, attempting to mimic Leona's judgey thinking face. Five year olds lack the smarmy bitterness required to truly pull off the look, but you have to admit, it is pretty cute.

"Um, do you think he ran away from his guards again?" Grim whispers, painfully loud and without nearly enough concern. "Do you think we'll get in trouble if we can't get him back to his retainers?" The scenario feels completely unreal, but then again so does standing in front of royalty. Who are you again anyway? Just some weirdo who is going to have to apologize to their loved ones for taking so long to come home because you couldn't sneeze in another world without bumping into royalty. While you are busy considering whether or not it would be considered child neglect to sprint away from the little guy, Cheka finally finishes his thought process, letting out a contented "hmmm" as he points decisively at you.

"You," he says with all the authority of an extra on a children's tv show "are not Unca."

Well.

That was not what you were expecting. Your mind draws a lengthy blank as Cheka grins up at you in a surprisingly catlike manner seemingly very pleased with himself.

"How did it take ya so long to figure that out?" It has to be a truly stupid question to get Grim's voice to crack.

"Well I decided I was gonna sneak up on Unca." A terrible idea really but who are you to refute royalty. "So instead of running around and askin I decided to just focus on his scent! But I found two places he could be so I just decided to go to the closer one."

"Whatdya mean?" Grim takes a deep breath and interrupts his train of thought with a hard gag you really hope is dramatic. "Oh wow he ain't wrong, you really smell like that lazy bi-" You manage to muzzle him before he can teach Checka too many bad words. You wonder if it would be rude to sniff yourself in front of a literal prince, Cheka's pleased little tail swish doesn't help.

"Can you please take me to Unca?" he asks, so very sweetly looking up at you like you're the shiniest star in the night sky. It hurts to disappoint him.

"Uh I'd love to little guy but I'm not too sure where he is..." you really hope Cheka can't tell just how nervous you are. Crowley did give you a schedule, but it wasn't super detailed, just a vague set of notes about the various events going on.

"Then I'll just stay here with you!" He says, with a surprising degree of authority. "Unca's scent is really strong so I'm sure he'll show up soon!"

''I don't think that's a good idea little guy." You just called the Crown Prince of the Sunset Savannah a little guy. Which he is but you are pretty sure there's a time period where that would have gotten you executed, and you can only pray it's not now. The intense look of what you assume are Cheka's guards running up the main street is not helping with that.

"Your highness! Please don't run off like that." The man seems wary of scolding the prince, but he has no qualms about staring you down. "You! What is your name and who do you think you are to be speaking so casually to-" He cuts himself off, bluster fading as he takes a deep breath and starts staggering away from you. Well not you per se, you realize as you turn around and see an extremely intense looking Leona behind you.

"Stop blamin' your inability to do your job on other people." Leona's voice is slow, authoritative enough that you almost forget he's supposed to be the second prince. The guards do too, until Cheka jumps away from them onto Leona's shoulders and shatters the illusion just a bit.

"Unca! Unca! You're gonna show me the spelldive fields right?" Cheka nuzzles his Uncle's cheek while Leona tries his best to get away.

"I thought you were gonna stay with Prefect." He grumbles.

"We can come with." You say before you fully realize what you're saying surprised at how ok you are with the offer. Cheka lights up, jumping away from his Uncle to nuzzle up to you. Leona's gaze softens ever so slightly, even if he immediately breaks eye contact and starts walking away from you.

"You're welcome to come if you can keep up." You try to convince yourself you follow him just to get away from the guards, but there's a spring in both your steps no one is brave enough to act like they notice.

Deuce

"Yuu! And Grim too! Lucky me I thought I was going to be stuck looking for my kids for at least another hour." Dilla Spade cheerfully says, her decision to refer to you as her child momentarily distracting you from the fact Deuce is nowhere to be seen. She seems to have been granted a day off from work, her usual delivery uniform ditched in favor of a very mom like set of old sweatpants and an old athletic jacket with a logo you assumed belonged to Deuce's middle school.

"Mama Spade!" Strange feelings aside you are extremely happy to see Dilla, and happier still when she perks up just a bit at your calling her mom. "Did Deuce forget to text you again?"

"Not exactly," she says with an affectionate sigh "I caught up with him a bit earlier but he ran off to find his Housewarden. He really wanted to introduce us but said it might be a bit difficult to make that happen."

"Yeah..." Grim says as you exchange a look "Riddle's a really busy guy."

"Well never mind then." She says with a shrug. "What's up with you? Deucey tells me all sorts of things, but it's never the full truth." You shouldn't be surprised Dilla knows something is up. Honestly it's a wonder any of the students with a half way decent relationship with their parents hasn't been yanked out of this school already.

"Nothing too bad I hope?" You say, hopeful that Dilla will give you something to work with so you don't confess to something too wild. She laughs.

"I'm a mom, worrying's part of the territory." You breathe a sigh of relief, though you can't help but wonder just what Dilla's reaction would be to knowing Deuce had fought four overblot phantoms. Would she be proud? You hope so, he deserves it. "I keep telling Deuce to invite you to spend summer with us but he's really hung up on doing things the 'honorable way.'" You try your best not to fluster.

"What's that even mean?" Whines Grim, probably thinking more about the donuts you had while visiting Clock Town more than the implications kicking around in your mind. "offerin' to help me and my hench human out is honorable enough!"

"It really is," you try not to come off as too eager, it would be really nice to spend the Summer somewhere that wasn't Ramshackle, even if it would hurt the ghost's feelin-

"Is Deuce waitin' till he can afford a ring or somethin'?" Grim says, crossing his little paws and sticking your words in your throat. Dilla winking at the little monster with a conspiratorial grin makes you choke. "He is isn't he! Hmph, figures. Well he knows he won't get the Great Grim's permission!"

"Grim!" You squeak.

"Well you are a bit young," Dilla says "but you have my blessing prefect."

"I- I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding-" you don't want to get anyone's hopes up, you aren't even dating Deuce, you want to say that you don't like him that way, but the lie dies on your lips as a familiar duo comes into view just behind Dilla.

"MOM! oh and PREFECT!!!" The overwhelming joy in Deuce's eyes contrasting with the smug amusement of Ace makes you feel just a bit more at home, despite the awkwardness of the situation. You can almost convince yourself that he's running up the road on the double just to see you.

"Think of it this way," whispers Dilla, firmly placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting and not forceful way "you're family, and you always will be no matter what label gets slapped on things. Though I am pretty sure you can guess Deuce's preference."

You can, or at least you can hope.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #deuce spade x reader #i am so sorry this took forever i have been playing baldur's gate #i had one for epel but i didn't like it so it's getting re written

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uncsukuna · 2 months

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never make him love me

tldr: you’re determined to confess to teen!gojo, but your chances of success are literally 0.

cw: angst/no comfort... sorry? reader is a bit very delusional n kinda weird, gojo may be a bit ooc, no curse au, gender neutral (i think) but reader is wearing a skirt, and im p sure this is not very accurate to the actual japanese school system. not beta read btw

a/n: this has been in my drafts for too long... whoops! trying a different divider but i don’t rlly like it. also does reader count as a girl/boyfailure here or not? they kinda strange tbh :/ idk lol, hope yall enjoy getting rejected by gojo n can yall guess who hes already in love w

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

which, to be fair, a lot of people are. he’s a pretty face: soft, snow-white hair with bright cerulean eyes that draws anyone and everyone in. a big, gorgeous smile, and long, muscular limbs that you just know would feel so good wrapped around you.

plenty of people have confessed to him, and all of them have been rejected. that should be enough to put you off, to make you face the reality that gojo may not be madly in love with you, but it just makes you more determined. he’s just rejecting everyone else because he’s waiting for you!

that has to be it, right?

definitely, you think as you skip to gojo’s classroom. you can feel the weird stares from students (and even a teacher or two), but they don’t matter. you’re going to confess to gojo satoru, damn it, and nothing’s getting in the way.

it’s lunch period, thankfully, which means he’ll be with geto and ieiri. that’s good — his best friends will be there to watch him declare his reciprocated love for you.

you slide the door open, love letter and two packs of kasugai gummies in one hand. a few students in the room glance up at you, including gojo!

the two of you lock eyes — well, you think you do. it’s a bit difficult to tell, but his head is facing your direction, so he’s totally looking at you. he’s noticing you!!!

you bite your lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up in your chest and walk up to the perfect trio (hopefully, soon to be quadruple). “hi, gojo,” you say, a nervous yet giddy smile on your face.

“... hey?” he exchanges looks with geto before focusing back on you. “do i know you?”

okay, ouch. you literally sat behind him in chemistry, but, whatever. don’t focus on the little things!

“um, probably not, but!” you hold out the envelope with a heart sticker as the seal. “i have something to tell you.”

“uh... okay.” gojo scratches the back of his neck, then takes the letter. he slides his finger under the seal, tearing it open, and pulls the letter out. he unfolds it, and both geto and ieiri lean in to also read it.

a frown tugs at the corners of your lips. the words were meant for just gojo, not those two. although... does it really matter? you’re just proving that you’re a good fit for their best friend.

after a drawn out moment of silence, gojo chuckles, albeit awkwardly. “wow, uh... this is a lot.”

you nod. “yeah!” you also hand him the packs of gummies, which he takes a bit more eagerly than the letter and sets them on his desk. “so, um...”

your heart has been hammering in your chest this entire time, but now it feels like it’s trying to escape. sweat accumulates on your palms, and you resist the urge to wipe them on your skirt.

this is the big moment.

you hope and pray and plead to whatever being that’s out there for gojo to accept and reciprocate your feelings. with all the manifesting and ‘love spells’ you’ve done, it should work. gojo satoru is most definitely in love with–

“this is nice, but, uh, i’m not interested.”

...

what?

you blink down at him, and now you’re the one chuckling nervously. “i’m sorry?”

maybe you misheard. that had to be it, right? there’s no way he isn’t in love with you. you bought him gummies, you wrote him a letter, you spent countless hours researching and trying different manifestation methods, you prayed at the shrine, you learned his schedule so that you could pass by him on the way to class, you did everything for him.

he scratches the back of his neck again before refolding the letter and putting it back into the envelope. “i’m not really interested in a relationship right now. you’re probably really cool and stuff, so don’t take it personally.”

no, no, no, no. this isn't how this was supposed to go! he was supposed to say yes! what happened? what did you do wrong?

now you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of his friends. his best friends. how are you supposed to come back from this? thank god no one else in the room is paying attention right now.

heat creeps up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. sweat is drenching your palms, blood is roaring in your ears, and you really want to melt into the ground never to be seen again. you’re pretty sure your heart just shattered into a trillion pieces and a shard pierced your lungs, because you cannot breathe.

you then feel a hand on your forearm, and you jolt. it’s ieiri. “hey, are you–”

“i’m fine!” you blurt, and a few heads turn in your direction. you take the envelope back from gojo, spin on your heel, and rush out of the classroom.

damn it.

you’re pushing past people to get to the restroom, and you slam the stall door shut before locking it.

you’re so stupid. how could the gojo satoru be in love with you?

the tears finally spill from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you let your face fall into your hands as you sob.

idiot, idiot, idiot.

you should’ve known you wouldn’t be any different. he wasn’t waiting for you. he’ll never be waiting for you. you never had a chance, and in your defense, no one did.

gojo’s heart has already been claimed by someone else, and if you were a little smarter, you’d know exactly who it is.

#jjk #jjk angst #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #reader angst

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onestopfanficshop · 9 months

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babysitter's club

pairing/warnings: hobie brown x f!reader; she/her pronouns used! cursing, some smooching, potential misuse of british slang (i'm sorry brits 😭), no phonetic spelling of hobie's accent, mayday being chaotic and adorable, reader and hobie talk about their future (kids), hobie and reader get to pretend to be domestic homeowners for a night, absolutely illegal amounts of fluff

word count: 3k

author's note: WOW okay. this took me over two months (?!?) to write. this is what happens when you take summer classes to get ahead 😔 but ANYWAYS! i hope you guys enjoy this!

"Only give her the one with carrots and the apples if she gets really fussy, okay? Tonight is peas, and... she's made it very clear how she feels about peas, so, good luck," you heard Peter say, chuckling as he closed the fridge and explained more of Mayday's feeding schedule to Hobie.

"Do I look okay?" MJ asked, stealing your attention away from the scene in the kitchen as she fussed with her hair in the hallway mirror.

"You look absolutely perfect," you reassured her, slightly adjusting the necklace that she was wearing. "Make sure you don't forget your umbrella though; I heard it was supposed to rain."

You saw the boys approaching you two from the kitchen and broke out in a grin.

"You lovebirds have nothing to worry about. We'll take good care of Mayday. Right, Hob?" you said, glancing sideways at you him.

"Yes ma'am," he confirmed, giving you a two-finger salute.

"If you guys need anything, just call, okay?" MJ said over her shoulder, stepping through the door that Peter was holding open for her.

Do not call, Peter mouthed when MJ's back was turned, pointing his two fingers at his eyes and then pointing them at you two. You waited until the door closed before you started to giggle.

"Looks like somebody's trying to get shagged tonight," Hobie chuckled, leaning against the living room wall as Mayday giggled happily from where she was seated on her playmat.

"Hobie! There is a child here for crying out loud!" you say exasperated, swatting at his shoulder.

"What? It's not like she knows what that means, love," he responded, looking at you with a lazy grin.

"Can you just—at least attempt to behave, please? I'm not trying to babysit two babies tonight, thank you very much," you say, rolling your eyes as you plant your hands on your denim-clad hips, eyes raking over the messy state of the living room. You made a mental note to pick up Mayday's toys off the floor before MJ and Peter came back.

"Listen, all I'm saying is—,” he pauses, crouching down in front of Mayday and picking up a toy that she had dropped to give it back to her. "If my theory's right—which it most definitely is—we'll be babysitting two babies in no time," he said mischievously.

"Oh my God. You did not just say that," you said, moving to sit cross-legged to the side of Mayday. You tried to stay serious, but you're unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.

"I'm only teasing, promise," Hobie grinned. "You wanna order in?"

"Already did. Wanted to be 100% certain that I was the one who ordered," you say, learning to the side a little as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and unlocked it to check the status of your delivery.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Hobie asked innocently. Your thumbs pause their scrolling as you look up at Hobie, utterly unamused.

"Because I absolutely will not be bombarded with those ridiculously spicy wings you got for us last time. Genuinely unhinged behavior on your end to not warn me," you say, shuddering as you recall the horrors that your tongue experienced last week. Hobie threw is head back as he laughed, watching your face curl up at the memory.

"Ah, I wish you could've seen it, May-May," he told the child, his face lighting up as he heard Mayday giggle upon hearing his laugh. "Her eyes were so bloody red, like this," he said, chuckling as he pointed to the sleeve on his shirt.

"He's exaggerating, honey; don't mind him," you say, tickling Mayday under the chin, causing her to laugh even more. "My eyes were not that red, Hob," you protested as you smiled at Mayday.

"They absolutely were. I have photo evidence," he rebutted.

"Wha—you took pictures?!" you ask incredulously, whipping your head towards him. "Hobie, I swear on everything, you better dele—"

You're interrupted by the sound of rapid knocking on the door, causing Mayday to make a startled noise as she fearfully grabbed at your arm with her tiny hands. Hobie made his way over to the door as you tried to soothe the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, honey," you say soothingly, hoisting her up and holding her snug on your hip as you untangled your legs to stand up. "It's just the door, bub." You watched as Hobie kicked the door closed with one leg, balancing the pizza on one hand while he locked the door with his other hand.

"Dinner's served," Hobie said triumphantly, setting the box down on dining table.

"We gotta get you your dinner too, huh, May?" you said, gingerly setting her down in her high chair before you tugged open the fridge. You squinted, staring down the rows of puréed baby food before turning to Hobie. "Which one of these are we supposed to give to her again?" you ask, picking up one of the cold jars and turning it over in your hands.

"Tonight is P-E-A-S," Hobie says, recalling what Peter told him. He leans on the kitchen island with his forearms as he skims the paper with the list of instructions that MJ and Peter left for you two. "And then after that is her bath, and—"

"Why on Earth did you just spell pe—"

Your sentence is cut short by Hobie swiftly covering your mouth his his large hand, eyes going wide.

"She hates 'em," he whispered. "Even sayin' the word P-E-A-S throws her into a hissy fit."

"Okay, well—," you throw up your hands in disbelief before planting them on your hips. "When she sees the jar of green P-E-A-S, I'm pretty dam- dang sure that she's gonna know what they are," you pointed out, catching yourself before you swore as you tugged open the drawers to find a tiny spoon for Mayday.

"Nice save," Hobie said, smirking as he took a seat at the dinner table in front of the baby.

"Listen, if she's gonna be upset eating this, you have to be the one to feed her," you sighed. You pulled the jar out of fridge and set it down in front of Hobie, along with the spoon.

"Why me?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Because she literally adores you?" you replied, as if it was common knowledge.

"Who doesn't?" he said, grinning.

"Alright, funny guy. We'll see if you're smiling when you have the 'vegetable-that-must-not-be-named' thrown all over you," you said, smirking as you opened the pizza box to help yourself. Hobie's hand covered the lid of the jar, and he gave it a firm twist, opening the jar with a pop.

"That's not very fair, love, innit?" he said, frowning at you as you got up to tuck a bib around Mayday's neck.

"It's actually very fair, in my opinion. This is payback for destroying my taste buds last week," you say, settling back into your chair and giving him an expectant look.

"You're never letting that go, eh?" he said, shaking his head. He scooped some of the food onto the baby-sized spoon, gauging Mayday's expression as he cautiously moved the spoon towards her mouth. The baby tentatively accepted the food, tasting it for a second before she scrunched up her face in disgust. Just like you predicted, she spit the food out of her mouth, nearly missing Hobie's shirt as she let out a short wail.

"Uh-oh," you say smugly, taking a bite out of one of your pizza slices. "You having fun yet?"

"May, c'mon," he pleaded with the infant, ignoring your quip. "S'not that bad, I promise," he said, trying to get her to take another spoonful. But Mayday remained defiant, turning her head to the side when Hobie brought the spoon to her mouth again as she let out little cries of frustration. He set the spoon down with a sigh.

"Man, why even make her eat this if she hates it?" he asked to no one in particular, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Kid’s clearly miffed. I say we give her the one with the apples n' the carrots."

"Absolutely not. You get babies on the sweeter stuff now, and they'll never touch vegetables again," you declare adamantly, sliding the baby food over to yourself. You turned around and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer behind you.

"Look, Mayday!" you say cheerfully. You grabbed the spoon, scooped out a bit of the purée, and slathered it on your pizza slice. You mentally prepared yourself for the taste before you took an exaggerated bite, and the infant watched you curiously.

"See? It's really good!" you reassure her, encouraging her to try a spoonful of her food again. This time, she accepted the food from you, although her face still scrunched up every time she took a bite.

"You're a bloody baby whisperer," Hobie said in awe. "Are sure she likes it now?" he asked, taking note of the faces Mayday was making.

"Yeah, she just—" you paused, scraping out the last of pea purée and feeing to her. "A baby's gag reflex is closer to the front of their mouth. That's why they'll sometimes make faces when they eat a new food. Doesn't mean they hate it; they're just trying to decide if they like it or not. Right Mayday?" you say. The baby cooed in response, drooling out a little bit of her dinner. You lifted up the corner of her bib and wiped off the food that had gotten around the corners, and Hobie grinned as he picked up the empty jar, rotating it around and showing it off to Mayday.

"Nice job, kid. Did all that on your own," he said grinning, holding his palm up for a high five (Mayday ended up missing his palm almost entirely, but when you have limited fine motor skills, it's the effort that counts).

"Good job, May!" you beamed, pinching her cheeks. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up for your bath, yeah? We gotta let Hobie eat," you tell her, picking her up from her high chair.

"Finally," he said with an exaggerated sigh.

"So unbelievably dramatic!" you called over your shoulder as you carried Mayday to the bathroom.

Bath time, thankfully, went relatively smoothly (well, minus the part where May tried to play the "water drums", which got an ungodly amount of water onto the floor and subsequently, onto you. You're 99% sure Hobie taught her to do that at some point and made another mental note to lecture him about it later). After you dried her up and got some lotion and baby powder on her, you changed her diaper before getting her into her pajamas. By this point, she was pretty exhausted, and you could see her little eyes fighting to stay open as you laid her down in her crib.

"You were awesome today, May. Get some shut-eye for me, okay?" you said softly, kissing the top of her head. She was already asleep before you even finished your sentence, and you smiled at her one last time before you turned off the lights and quietly shut the door.

Hobie's head turned away from the TV at the sound of your footsteps padding on the floor, and he looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

"You look like you've gone swimming," he remarked in an amused tone, looking you up and down.

"You try giving a hyperactive eleven month-old a bath," you reply, sighing as you plopped down next to him on the sofa. You looked down at the splashed cuffs of your jeans before shrugging. "It'll dry, right?"

"For sure," Hobie nodded. "But aren't most eleven month-olds hyperactive?"

"Yeah, but most eleven month-olds aren't Mayday," you say, chuckling as you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

"True that," he laughed, draping his arm across your shoulder.

You two sat in a few minutes of comfortable silence, watching as a random 90s romcom played on screen at a low volume before you spoke again.

"Hey, Hob?" you ask.

"Hm?" he responded, still half-focused on the movie.

"I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be honest," you say. You adjust your position so that you're lying on your back across Hobie's lap, hands folded on your chest. He tears his eyes away from the screen and gives you his full attention.

"What is it, love?" he asked, brows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you.

"Did you teach Mayday to play the drums with water?" you ask, fighting back a smile.

"No...," he said mischievously, raising his eyebrows at you.

"Hobie!" you exclaimed quietly, trying not to wake up Mayday as you slapped his thigh.

"Nah, I really didn't. Swear down," he said truthfully, laughing softly as he put his hands up in protest. "Really, you oughta be lookin' at Gwendy for that. She let the kid have a go at her drums once—it was adorable. I mean, also terrible, because she kept missing the actual drums, but still adorable."

"Oh my God, that is too cute. I would've paid money to see that," you replied, fighting back a yawn.

"Yeah? I think Pav and Miles got it on video. I'll have em' send it to you," he chuckled, tracing random shapes on your cheekbones with his thumb. "You tired?"

"Yeah, but...," (this time, you let out your yawn) "...don't let me fall asleep here. I still have to pick up May's toys and put them away. Don't want Peter and MJ coming back to a mess," you sighed.

"Already did that, love," he said. You let your head loll to the side as you looked at the corner of the living room—sure enough, the toys were all neatly put away in the toy chest, and Mayday's playmat was rolled up and tucked away.

"You're an actual lifesaver," you say. You're about to let your eyes relax before you remember another thing, shooting them open again.

"Shit. I gotta do the dishes," you say. You're about to sit up before Hobie plants a hand on your torso, gently pushing you back down.

"Took care of that, too. And recycled the box. And the jar," he tells you, grinning down at you. "I'm a world-class babysitter, c'mon now."

"And a world-class boyfriend," you say, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He grabbed both sides of your face and started attacking your face with kisses as best he could at the awkward angle, causing you to let out a giggle.

"Hobie! You're gonna break your neck," you protest against his lips.

"Mm, small price to pay for getting to kiss you," he said, smiling.

"Nuh-uh, because then you'll have to get surgery, and you'll have to go through physical therapy, where they give you a bunch of instructions on what to do to get better, and we all know you hate being told what to do–"

"Alright, alright, point made," he laughed, giving you one last kiss before sitting up straight.

"God, I had no idea that taking care of a baby for a few hours would make me this tired," you sigh, rubbing at your eyes. "How on Earth do Peter and MJ manage to do it every single day?"

"Yeah... s'kinda mad when you really think about it," Hobie said pensively. "I mean, it's non-stop from the moment they're born 'til they move out. Guess you gotta take it day by day, yeah?"

You made a small sound of understanding, pondering what he said.

"How do you feel about... y'know, having kids? Like one day?" you ask quietly, craning your neck to up at him.

“Why? Are you…?” he trailed off, looking at your abdomen with raised eyebrows.

“Nonono, I’m not,” you reassured him, giggling. “I was just wondering.”

"Well, of course," he replied, sinking into the couch a bit more. "I love kids. I'd wanna adopt a whole bunch of 'em. Don't know if I'd be any good at the whole parenting thing, but..." he trailed off, chuckling to himself.

"You would be. I can see the way you are with Mayday; you're practically a natural," you said decidedly. "Me on the other hand... I dunno."

"You don't know?" Hobie said, snorting out a laugh. You turned your head to look at him, frowning.

"Don't laugh at me!" you protested, swatting at his shoulder.

"M'not laughing at you, swear," he said. "It's just funny you're saying that because you were a natural with May. You'd be an amazing mum."

"Really?" you ask, craning to look up at him.

"Really," Hobie confirmed, planting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. You started to giggle, but the sound was quickly drowned out by a loud clap of thunder in the distance. You sat upright, startled by the noise as you peered behind the couch at the windows, and you were met by the sight of a sudden downpour.

"Oh God... I really hope that didn't wake up—"

Right on cue, you and Hobie heard the static noise of Mayday wailing through the baby monitor. You sighed as Hobie gently untangled himself from you, patting your thigh twice.

"I'll go get her," he reassured you, leaving the living room and disappearing into the nursery. You flopped back down on the couch again, groaning when another clap of thunder struck a few seconds later. You heard the sound of Hobie's socks shuffling on the ground, causing you to sit up and turn your head. You were greeted by the sight of a sleepy and disgruntled Mayday, who was clinging to the collar of Hobie's worn t-shirt. Her hair was frazzled, and her poor eyes were red from all the crying.

"Aw, it's alright, honey," you said soothingly. You outstretched your arms to Hobie, and he handed her to you to hold her. She curled up in a ball against your chest, watery blue eyes looking up at you as a few more lone sniffles came out.

"It's just a bit of thunder, love. You're alright as long as we're here, yeah?" Hobie chimed in. He sat next to you now, smoothing down the red hair on the baby's head in an attempt to calm her.

"You wanna stay here with us until the storm's over?" you asked gently. May let out a soft coo in response, so you took that as a yes. You grabbed the throw blanket that was sitting next to you on the couch and draped it across all three of you, and you let your head drop onto Hobie's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and Mayday to tuck you both in. It wasn't long before the three of you fell into a peaceful sleep.

The door opened an hour later with the soft click of the door unlocking.

“Well, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while, honey,” Peter said, kissing the top of MJ’s forehead.

“Until it started pouring,” she replied, laughing. “What d’you think the kids are up to?”

Mary-Jane’s question was answered as soon as they rounded the corner. They were greeted by the sight of the three of you tangled up with the fluffy throw blanket hanging halfway off the couch. Hobie’s head rested on top of yours, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist. Your arms were around Mayday, who was sound asleep—a string of drool was dangling from her mouth, which was precariously close to landing on your jeans.

“Well, would you look at that,” Peter whispered, chuckling. He dug around in his pocket and grabbed his phone to snap a pic of the sweet scene in front of them.

“We’re definitely framing this.”

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skzhua · 11 months

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Episode one.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 2k

warnings: Mention of deceased parents.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

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"Yuri is coming later if you want to meet with her."

You smiled politely to Jina. "Thank you, I'll let her know I've arrived."

"Welcome to the school. I hope you'll have a great experience with us."

You bowed and left her office. Orientation day was supposed to help you discover the campus, broaden your social circle and make you believe you chose the right path. In your opinion, all it did was put more stress onto you as you went on to get your school schedule. It was flooded with tons of classes you didn't even know existed. The only good thing you got from it was that there was going to be a welcome party at the end of the day. You hoped there was going to be free food.

"Hey, do you know where I can find the cafeteria?" you asked the first person you saw as you walked around campus.

The man turned around and removed his sunglasses in a smooth motion. Although you couldn't deny he had the looks of a prince, you would recognize that smug look as the typical face a fuckboy would make.

"Wow, I've got two stalkers today so far."

"Stalkers?"

His eyebrow raised. "Why else would you be speaking to me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Because I literally am lost and need to find my way to the cafeteria."

"Sorry, little lost puppy. I have other things to tend to."

He left without bothering to let you respond and put his sunglasses back on as he nodded his head towards a girl walking nearby. You already hated having tranferred here.

You weren't initially going to KISS but your uncle had a job there and managed to get you a scholarship. The only condition for you to stay was that you had to keep your grades up. With your uncle being one of the professors and your aunt as the vice-principal, they were close to the Han family. Meaning you were somewhat close to Yuri.

You ended up going outside to take some fresh air. Visiting the common areas could wait. Plus, you needed a break from it. You sat on a bench and looked at your schedule again. The simple sight of the word Chemistry written was enough to make you want to barf.

Some time after, a much recognizable car pulled over in front of the school. You knew immediately who it was.

"Y/N!" she waved at you as she stepped out of the car, a foreign-looking girl standing next to her.

You stood up from your bench and walked towards her as a forced smile spread on your lips. "Yuri, good to see you."

"Same with you. I'm glad we finally go to the same school. I can show you around if you want."

You shook your head. "Thank you but I already explored today." You, then, finally turned your attention to the girl who was still standing awkwardly next to Yuri, visibly not understanding Korean. "I'm Park Y/N."

"Katherine Song Covey but you can call me Kitty."

You were taken aback from the enthusiasm in her tone but smiled kindly nonetheless. "Pretty nickname. I'll see you two around."

Yuri smiled at you. "See you around, Y/N." She then turned to Kitty. "And good luck with everything."

You left the girls and headed towards the entrance of the school. To your great luck, you almost bumped into Q. He was one of the few people who had actually been nice to you during your visit in the morning.

"Sorry, I didn't see you."

He chuckled. "It's all good, no harm done."

"Are you busy? I was trying to find the cafeteria and the first person I asked for help was being an ass."

"Sure, this way." he said, putting his hand on your back to lead you inside.

He walked you to the main common areas and then showed you where you could get your documents for the dormitory you were going to stay in. He seemingly had other things to do so you didn't hold him back and told him you'd be fine on your own.

"I'll add you on Kakaotalk if you need anything."

You exhanged your contacts and waved him goodbye before lining up to get your documents. The girl in front of you seemed familiar to you from the back. You hesitantly tapped on her shoulder and she turned around immediately. As soon as she saw you, she smiled widely.

"Y/N, right?"

"Yes, and Kitty?" you asked and she nodded. "You're staying in a dorm too?"

"I kind of have no other choice. I don't have any family here, everyone's in Portland."

"Ah." you said as realization hit. "You're American? I should've guessed by how energetic you are." you chuckled but her face fell for a second. "I meant it as a compliment, don't worry."

"I guess I do have a lot of energy. Honestly, I just can't wait to see my boyfriend. I'm surprising him, he has no idea I transferred here."

Your eyes went wide open. "Wow, you two must be serious for you to do such a thing."

"We've been in a long-distance relationship for years, it is serious." she squealed.

Your turn came to get your forms and, funny enough, yours were put together with Kitty's. You stuck with her to fill it in and she asked you a few times about some of the things she had to write down.

"Jina!" you heard from afar.

You shot your head up and exchanged glances with the principal. She nodded her head at you in acknowledgement before going back to her conversation with whoever she was speaking to.

"Why does this name seem so familiar?" Kitty mumbled to herself.

"Maybe because she is the head of the school." you replied with a shrug.

"No, wait."

She pulled out some sort of book out of her bag and flipped the pages. She stopped and showed you a picture. It was of young Jina with another young woman.

"How do you have this?"

"This is my mom's. She used to study here and I'm guessing she was close friends with the principal."

She hopped out of her seat and went to talk with her. It was very brief as she came back to you not even a minute later.

"She acted as if she didn't know my mom..."

"Weird."

"Yeah."

The both of you finalized the forms snd gave it back to the lady at the front table. She gave you your keys and you were surprised to learn you'd be rooming together which would explain why your files were with one another.

The dorm was cute and simple. You found the kitchen rather big and the living space was wide enough for approximately ten people. You and Kitty picked a room to share where there was another bed that already had bags on it. You assumed your other roommates must have dropped their things earlier.

"I have a call with my dad if you don't mind." Kitty informed you whille you were both testing out your new beds.

Out of respect, you left the room and sat down on the couch. The softness almost made you want to drop asleep but your phone ringing told you that it wouldn't be in your plans for now.

"Hello?" you answered the call.

"Hi, Y/N dear. I was just checking on you if everything was to your liking. I know the offer was a bit last minute so it must be hard for you to adapt."

"I know, I'm just worried."

You sighed loudly at your aunt. "Give me a week or so before asking me how I'm doing. I've barely stepped foot on campus."

You were very grateful to her. She was your father's younger sister and had to take you under her wing after your parents passed when you were a child. It had been hard but she loved you so much, same for you with her.

"If I have any issue, I'll let you know. You're the vice-principal after all."

She chuckled. "I'll see you tonight at the welcome party."

"See you then!"

You woke up to a frantic Kitty getting ready. You hadn't realized you fell asleep while chatting and as you checked the time, you understood why she was rushing to do her makeup.

"Can I help you with that?" you laughed.

She gave you a pleading look. "Please? My sisters usually help me but I can't do a good fancy makeup look."

You took her brush and applied the eyeshadows on her eyes. After doing her eyeliner and mascara, you went to your own makeup bag to pull out one of your lipsticks.

"There." you said as you finished her look. "All done."

"Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver."

"No problem." you smiled and went back to your bed to unpack your things.

"Are you coming tonight?"

"Later, I don't like parties that much other than for the free food."

She laughed at your words. "I'll wait for you!"

As she closed the door behind her to let you changed, you started to get ready yourself. You picked a simple short dress and put your hair is a messy but put-together ponytail. You went for a shimmery makeup look and finished it all with some gloss on your lips.

Satisfied with your appearance, you left to join the party. Kitty ended up leaving a bit before you so you easily spotted her when you got there. She had found Q as a friend to keep her company. You were about to join them until you exchanged glances with the other person who was with them. Nonetheless, you made your way to the group and greeted Q kindly.

"I see that you two met." you commented.

"Not exactly." Q chuckled. "You look good, Y/N."

You returned the compliment and the guy next to him gasped as realization hit him.

"Ah, wait." he spoke and pointed at you. "I knew I saw you somewhere. You're Park Y/N."

The tone of his voice didn't seem like he was pleased with knowing who you were. It wasn't like you didn't feel the same as him.

"Am I supposed to know who you are?" you snapped back.

"I thought my stalker would at least know my name."

"Look at our boy." Q interrupted the conversation and nudged the guy.

His eyes grew bigger. "Where did Dae get that suit?"

"Yo, Dae!" Q called out which caught his attention.

The instant his eyes landed on Kitty, he grinned like a child and ran to her while she headed his way. You watched them reunite from afar only to be interrupted by a loud scoff.

"What is it with you?"

He gestured the couple as if the cause of his discouragement was obvious. "This isn't going to last."

"How is it any of your business?"

He sighed and shook his head as to shrug it off. You weren't worth wasting his time and you were more than happy to not care. Your eyes moved back to the pair only for it to have turned into a trio. Yuri held onto Dae's arm firmly and Kitty was at loss for words. It took her no time to run outside of the room as you saw sadness spread all over her face. Yuri held Dae back from going after her which seemed to have cause some sort of argument between them. You were rather confused on what was going on and, before you knew it, you were walking towards Yuri.

"You really had to cause a fuss not even on our first day of school?"

She straightened her posture and smiled. "You know me. Y/N, this is Dae, my boyfriend."

You bowed at him. "I remember you."

"I remember you, too. I think my father drove you around with Yuri a few times." he said and you nodded in confirmation. "You were with Kitty, right?"

Yuri nudged his side to shut him up and you frowned. "What kind of plan did you come up with now?"

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Fall In Love All Over Again

Request: Can u write about Jack letting loose for the first time in forever maybe their anniversary? And he gets a little tipsy since he hasn’t been drinking?

Warnings: language, smut, references to alcohol and drunkenness

A/N: Not at all a reflection of Jack and his drinking habits, just something to read. Whenever I write a shower sex scene, I always think about how much water they are wasting 🤭 Not beta'd or proofread because I'm too tired to lol

"Are you ready to go?" You're slipping your heels on as Jack walks into the bedroom, wringing his hands nervously. You notice immediately, and if you didn't know his mannerisms so well, the worry draped over his face would give it away. "What's wrong, baby?" You stand, grabbing his hands in your own.

Your first year of marriage had been a whirlwind, and truthfully neither of you were able to enjoy your honeymoon phase because Jack's schedule was incredibly busy. Before you knew it, it was already your first anniversary, and even though Jack was beyond exhausted and probably needed a week of sleep to recuperate, he was determined to make your paper anniversary one to remember.

Jack really needed this night to go perfectly. He already felt like a bad husband, always having to put his career first over the last couple of months because his record label had their foot on his neck. He knew that one night wasn't going to make up for a year of non-stop travel, shows, and performances, but it was a good start. He was very nervous, hoping that you loved everything he had planned.

"Nothing", he kisses your knuckles, brushing his lips against your hand as he looks at you. "You just look amazing. You make me nervous, girl."

"You never told me what you have planned." Your husband had been very tightlipped about your anniversary plans, and it wasn't for lack of prying on your part that you weren't sure what was going to happen tonight. Jack helped you slip on your coat before putting on his own and leading the way of the front door. "That's because its a surprise."

"Wow." You giggled as you saw the stretch limo pull up in front of your building. "This is just the first part of your surprise." Jack helped you down the steps, holding the door for you as you climbed in. The limo was fully stocked with expensive champagne and your favorite flowers.

"This is beautiful, Jack. Thank you so much." He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, holding you tucked into his side. "I know its kind of cheesy, but I was thinking about how many milestones we didn't get to have together, and I know that you didn't get a chance to go to your prom, so I thought this could be like our prom do-over."

When the two of you first started dating, you told Jack you missed your prom because of your then-boyfriend was a jackass, but couldn't believe he remembered that years later. "That's so sweet of you, baby. Thank you." You cupped his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You know I got lucky at my prom, right?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I mean, if we're gonna stay true to the night, of course." You giggled, giving him another quick peck. "Well, I think we can work something out."

"Here." Jack reached over you to grab the bottle of champagne, handing you a glass before he popped the cork, pouring you both a sip. "Jack, you don't have to drink just because its our anniversary. Its still special if you're sober." Jack made a conscious decision to stop drinking while he was working over the last year, claiming it helped him to better focus, and you were completely supportive of his decision. "Its just a little bit, babe. Promise I won't go overboard.

"To our first anniversary." He held his glass up in a toast. "I love you so much, baby." The two of you clinked glasses before Jack downed the champagne.

****

The second surprise of the night was dinner at 610, where Jack had reserved the entire restaurant just for the two of you, and the chef had prepared a unique tasting menu, six courses of different cuisines from around the world. As you moved through dinner, each course was better than the next.

Each dish came with its own wine pairing, and Jack downed every glass, still trying to calm his nerves. His head started to spin, and he knew he was quickly becoming tipsy, but ignored it because it was helping to loosen him up. You also noticed how much he was drinking but didn't push the issue because it seemed like he was having fun for the first time in a while.

"This is a lot better than my prom night dinner." Jack joked as he sipped on his wine. "A bunch of us just went to the Qdoba on Bardstown."

"Very romantic." You smiled, making Jack blush. "So, what kind of prom date were you? How did you ask your date to prom?"

"Well", Jack cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his napkin before he turned his attention to you. "I was dating someone at the time, so I just asked her if she wanted to go at lunch." Jack knew it wasn't the least bit romantic, and he was very glad he's matured since then.

"God, that night was so shitty", he continued, swirling the wine glass in his hand. "We got into a fight, she was crying. Not my finest moment."

"It was high school. I don't know any girl who wasn't crying over their boyfriend at that age." You tried to assure him, seeing the tinge of guilt in his features. "Besides, if it had worked out between you two, I never would have married the greatest person I've ever known." The way his face lit up made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Lets get out of here, its time for the next surprise."

****

You drove for about 20 minutes out of the city before the limo brought you to a large field. As soon as you pulled up you could hear the propellers of the helicopter slicing through the air. "You're kidding." You turned to Jack with shock on your face. "This is really only our transportation to the next spot." You climbed into the helicopter, Jack right behind you. You placed the headset on as the pilot told you all about the safety precautions.

He handed Jack another bottle of Champagne, compliments of the company, and while you declined, too excited to drink, Jack took another shot of courage. He wasn't exactly fond of heights, but knew this was something you always had on your bucket list, so he'd brave it just for you.

You had perfect view of the entirety of Louisville as you flew over the city, including the Big Four Bridge, where you and Jack shared your first kiss on New Years four years ago. After a tour of Jack's hometown from the sky, you landed atop the 21C hotel. Jack had a private dance floor set up on the roof of the hotel, so the two of you could have your own private dance party.

Jack was feeling damn good, alcohol coursing through his veins, so as soon as the music started the two of you were dancing across the floor, and while Jack's moves were a bit embarrassing, you definitely admired his confidence.

"Oh this is my song!" Jack's face scrunched together as Beyonce's "Partition" came over the speakers. You stood back as he started dancing wildly, and you knew he had to be drunk because his favorite song was definitely not one by Beyonce. "C'mon, baby. Dance with me!" You let Jack pull you onto the dance floor, colliding with his body. He held your hips as you swayed to the music, a permanent smile on your face as you watched Jack have a blast.

After a couple of songs, Jack felt his knees become weak, and he was thankful that a slow song came next. "Are you okay?", you asked as Jack sunk into your hold. "I'm fine. I think I'm a little drunk, though", he pitifully admitted, mumbling into your shoulder. "I think you are too, baby." You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Let's go back to the limo, okay?" Jack groaned, not wanting the night to end, but he really couldn't stand, let alone object.

****

Jack had a sorry look on his face as he slumped down in his seat, the limo spinning around him. "I'm sorry I ruined our night, baby." He slurred his words, haphazardly covering his face with his hands. "Jack, you didn't ruin our night. I had a great time."

"You don't have to lie, I know this year has been terrible." Sober thoughts became drunk confessions, and Jack couldn't stop his words if he wanted to. Your heart dropped as you watched him, turning to the driver so you could have some privacy. "Driver could you roll-"

"DRIVER ROLL UP THE PARTITION PLEASE!" Jack belted out the Beyonce lyrics, pointing a finger into the air and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. "What?" He shrugged his shoulders, a sly look on his face. "I told you that was my song."

Jack slept on the drive home, his snores louder than usual due to his inebriation. You helped him out of the limo, his arm draped over your shoulders as you walked up to the bedroom, letting him fall onto the bed, trying to catch your breath as you watched him get comfortable on the mattress.

"I had no idea you were this heavy." You slipped off your heels, your feet aching from an exciting night. "Hey! This is all muscle baby. You married a fuckin' sexy guy." You giggled as Jack tried to flex his biceps but could barely get his arm high enough in the air, flopping back onto the bed with a sigh. "I know I did. Don't you know I married you for your looks?" You remarked, helping him take his suit and shoes off.

"I married you because you're the most amazing person I've ever met, ya know? I love you", Jack expressed as he pressed his finger onto your nose. The boop he gave you as you changed him into his pajamas kind of took away from the moment, but it was still sweet none the less. "I love you too, Jack." He grabbed at your arm as you tried to walk away. "Where are you going? I still need to get lucky", he wined out, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Another time, baby." You gently kissed his forehead before tucking him underneath the sheets. "No go to sleep." Jack let out a sweet hum as he closed his eyes, falling asleep in seconds.

****

The next morning, you were downstairs having breakfast when Jack finally stumbled into the kitchen, his shorts hanging low on his hips. "There he is. How do you feel Mr. Knowles?" You chuckled to yourself as you took a bite of your yogurt. "Like death", Jack grumbled out, sitting at the kitchen island. He rested his head on the cool marble, resisting the urge to hurl. "Did I embarrass myself last night?" He looked up at you, his face pale.

"No, you did not, and I had a great time. Drunk Jack is a lot of fun, a very good dancer." Jack let out a loud groan. "Don't you know you're not supposed to lie to your husband? Its not good for the relationship."

"I'm serious, baby." Your rubbed his back affectionately. "Last night was wonderful, so much better than any prom that I could have gone to." You moved to kiss him, but he put a hand up as a barrier. "I need to shower and brush my teeth. I smell awful."

You waited until you heard the water running for a couple minutes before you entered the bathroom, shedding your clothing and stepping into the shower behind Jack. You felt his back muscles flex against your touch, turning to face you, splashes of water running down your chest. "What are you doing?", he asked coyly, pulling you into his body. "I promised you that you'd get lucky. I intend to keep my promise."

You were only able to take in a single breath before his mouth was on yours, your fingertips digging into his arms to steady yourself as you began to writhe on his bare thigh. "You know you still make me just as nervous today as you did the first night we met, right?" He's helping to guide your hips in circles, your clit sensitive to the touch as your orgasm begins to build. You open your mouth to speak, but only a gasp comes out as you feel his hand dragging through your folds, his large digit teasing your entrance.

The water his hot, steam billowing against the glass, but his touch sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising on your skin. He slips two fingers into your pussy, hooking against your cushiony walls as he begins to slowly thrust in and out. "Don't stop, please." You're glad he's holding you up, his strong arm hooked underneath your arms, your back pushed against the shower wall, or else you'd be falling to your knees. "I'm not gonna stop until you're coming all over my hand, baby."

He's watching you intently as your body jerks and spasms around his hand, so close to your release you can feel your fingers and toes begin to tingle. "Fuck, I'm gonna-". Jack searches your features, his face inches away from yours. "Are you gonna come, baby?", he asks but you can only nod frantically. He tries to speed up his thrusts but you stop him, pushing his hand away. "I want you to fuck me", you grit out, reaching out for Jack's cock that's standing erect against his stomach.

He wastes no time grabbing your thigh, holding it in the crook of his arm and entering you, easily sliding into your pussy as you mold around his length, beyond eager to receive him. "Fuck, fuck", with the first thrust he knows he's not gonna last that long, you feel so good. Jack has to move slow, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, but you're desperate to cum, digging your nails in his shoulder as you move your pelvis to meet his thrust, making Jack slam against your cervix with each movement.

"Yes, that feels so good. Don't stop", you're a whimpering mess as you try to grasp at the wet hair at the back of Jack's neck. He slaps a hand against the shower wall next to your face, all of his focus on the movement of his hips. He grunts, letting out a low growl as he feels you clench down around him, your orgasm crashing over you, your body trembling as the pulses move through your body. He's right behind you, pressing you agains the wall hard as he cums inside of you.

"How's your head?" you chuckle as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath. Jack moves you so the hot water is running over your body, pulling you into a tight hug. You rest your cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I'm fine. I really am sorry for ruining our anniversary."

You look up at him, taking his face into your hands. "Jack, listen to me." You stroke his jawline between your thumb and forefinger. "You didn't ruin our anniversary. I had a fantastic time, it was amazing." He smiles at you, pressing his forehead to yours. "And you didn't ruin this past year. The only thing I care about is that you're safe and happy, and while I know that it hasn't been easy, I've never seen you happier than you've been this year." It was true. Jack was taking strides in his career he only used to dream of, and it was your greatest joy to be by his side through it all.

You both stepped out of the shower and Jack wrapped you up in a warm, fluffy towel, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You wouldn't let him go when he tried to break away, holding him close to your chest. "Every time I think it can't happen, I see you, and I fall in love with you all over again." You stand on your tip toes to give him a soft kiss. "I love you, Jack. More than you'll ever know."

Jack nods with a smile, knowing that he feels the same.

"Happy Anniversary, baby girl."

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ador3sturniolo · 8 months

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chris fic based off the song les by childish gambino🙏🏼

“I kinda hope they catch us”

An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry I haven’t posted in like a week😨 but I’m back! I’ve just been busy with school and other things so I found some time in my schedule to write for you guys! Im just going to go off a couple lines from the song because I already have a plan for it! anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - You and Chris have a private relationship

Warnings - Kissing, (Not proofread, LEAVE ME BE ABOUT THAT 😭)

Requested - Yep!

Master List

Chris and I have been dating for almost 8 months now and we’ve been able to keep it a secret for a long time. It’s not that people haven’t noticed tho. There would be ship edits of us all the time so I don’t think it would be that bad if we went public, but there’s always a couple of people that can’t handle it and have to hate.

“Are you almost ready?” I heard Chris shout from the living room. I’m almost done getting ready for the party we’re about to go too.

“Yeah! Just give me 10 minutes at most!” I should back, starting to hurry up with my hair and makeup so I can get on my outfit. I start to put on my outfit. I put on a small, strapless, and slim black dress. Simple but cute. Chris loves this dress and goes feral whenever he sees me in it. I top it off with a simple necklace and heels. The heels would be easy to walk and dance in. I spray my favorite night out perfume and grab my wallet off the dresser and walk out to Chris. All three of them were in the living room, waiting on me.

“Okay I’m ready.” I say, grabbing the boys attention. I could tell Chris’s jaw was on the floor by his expression. They all get up off the couch and come towards me.

“Wow, I am literally shook. You look so hot.” Nick says as he grabs my hand and twirls me around. I smile at his compliment.

“Thank youuu!” I say with excitement.

“You pulled it off once again” Matt spoke up.

“Oh why thank you.” I say taking a bow and then laughing. Chris doesn’t say anything, just smirks. We didn’t think anything of it and we all started to walk out when Chris grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in close. Matt and Nick didn’t even notice and kept walking.

“What are you doing my love?” I ask tilting my head.

“You know what your doing right? With that dress your wearing right now.” He says eyeing me up and down.

“Well I Hope so.” I say smirking.

“Because god, you look so god damn good right now.” He says biting his lip just barely. I don’t say anything just smirk as I walk out, taking him with me. Me and Chris sit next to each other and I lay my head on his shoulder, holding hands until we get there. We get out of the car and I brush my hair with my fingers before we go in. The smell of alcohol fills my nostrils almost instantly as I step into the building, the music, blasting all through the the building. The room pitch black, but with constant flashing lights, it’s was like the whole room was lit. Nick and Matt walk off together so it’s just me and Chris. To prevent people catching us together, we decide to separate ourselves and go to different parts of the room. I could see that girls kept going up to Chris and talking to him. I decided to brush off and go get a drink. I get a drink and sit down at a table, still making sure I had a view of him. A guys sits down next to me, I hadn’t even noticed him until he started talking to me.

“Well hey there doll.” The man asked sipping on his drink.

I smile awkwardly and look back at the crowd.

“Are you here all by yourself? Need someone to keep you company doll?” The man asked smirking.

“I’m here with someone so no thanks.” I say getting down from my seat and walking into the bathroom. I hood over the sink, gripping on the sides of the sink, looking down, trying to forget what just happened. I start to wash my hands as I hear a knock on the door.

“One second.” I try to shout but with the music I don’t think they would have heard me. I kept hearing more knocks constantly so I went up to the door angrily. I was about to start going off on who was at the door, but when I realized who it was, my gaze softened. It was Chris.

“Hi ba-“ I get cut off by his lips on mine, stoping me from my sentence. I pull back giggling.

“Chris what are you doing” I say with a slight giggle. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as I look up at him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Was that man doing anything bad to you? When you were sitting down.”

“No, I left before he got to do anything else.” I smile at him. He lets out a relief sigh and smiles back as he leans back in. I make my way, and sit on top of the counter, pulling him in between my legs, not breaking the kiss.

“Wait should we close the door?” I say catching my breath. He turn to look at the wide open door. He shakes his head no, and eagerly goes back to kissing me.

“I hope nobody catches us.” I say within the kiss.

“But I kinda hope they catch us” He smirks. I pull back laughing.

“Ooh I like that, trying to be risky.” I say going back in for a kiss. A little bit later I hear a know on the door, someone trying to get our attention, Chris turns around and a look to the side. It was Nick.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Nick says walking in.

“Cant you see we’re busy, can’t you go somewhere else?” Chris says annoyed.

“No, this is the only bathroom that’s kinda available, now can you two get out.” Nick says playfully shoving Chris shoulder.

“Fine.” Chris says helping me off the counter, and going out of the bathroom. I hear my name being shouted from a table not too far. It’s was my friend, who was a boy. Chris dosnt like him very much but I know why. He is a good looking man and lots of girls like him. I go up to him, hugging, I see chris walk off with an annoyed expression, but I brush it off because I only see him as a friend. Chris goes back to where he was before, with girls surrounding him.

It was great to catch up with him considering I haven’t talked to him in a while. I walk over to Chris, nodding to the door saying that I wanted to leave. I leave a couple minutes before he does. Nick and Matt told me that they would get an Uber home, so I decided to drive. I wait in my seat for Chris to come out. I go on my phone while I wait for him. I jumped as I heard the door open and someone gets in.

“Jeez Chris you scared me.” I said with deep breaths.

“Sorry my love.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull back, remembering there’s people around us.

“Cant do it here.” I say putting on my seatbelt. He scoffs as he crossed him arms, sinks in his seat and pouts.

“You can be a baby sometimes.” I roll my eyes as he starts making baby noises.

“Okay stop it.” I say laughing, starting the drive.

“Make me.” He says, slightly sitting up in his seat. I don’t make a noise, just focusing on the road. I wait till we get to a red light before I take tissues and form them into a ball and shove it in his mouth. He spits it out instantly and starts scratching his tongue in disgust.

“You are disgusting” He exclaims as I laugh.

“I love youu.” I say trying to make it up to him, still giggling a little.

“Love you too.” He says annoyed. I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. That cheered him up.

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An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry if that was cringe or anything! I hope you guys don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m trying to write inappropriate story of Chris 😭 Anyways, I still have more things to write but leave request!!

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ykiwrite · 1 year

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behind the scenes

description: georgie was feeling way too comfortable with your girlfriend and emergency was needed

warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive

word count: 1.3k

"And just as we finished shooting that scene, i saw Jenna standing over there looking so terrified 'cause-" said Georgie unable to contain his laugh from escaping.

He was putting all of his weight on one particular person he sat next to.

Jenna.

The apparent height difference, the difference in personalities, both undeniably eye catching people made them look like fairytale couple.

That refers to an untrained eye who knows nothing about who's dating who really.

You watched them while nested in the depths of the couch shared with as well laughing Emma. A fluffy blanket over the two of you did not help with the slumber you were falling into. The feeling of Emma shaking from laughter kept you awake and on standby. Both thankful for it and silently despising it.

Actually, forget it. You couldn't fall asleep even if you wanted to. Georgie and his storytelling was on volume 100, it was too hot in the room, too loud and Jenna was too far away.

Never really the jealous type but today something was in the air. Except you didn't know what exactly.

Perhaps it's because this week's schedule was terrible. Perhaps, you just missed her. Perhaps today's day at work went not so smoothly and you hoped a fraction of comfort for the end of the day could be found on the set with Jenna.

Jenna, who without a second thought saw through all of your complaints over texts demanded you drop by for a few hours.

Turns out everyone was evidently having a blast, you could not relate to that. Maybe it's the part of the acting, the actors high or such. You weren't sure if that was Jenna's attempt of making you feel better. It probably was not, she'd go out of her way for it. It's just how the pieces fell and you ended up on the filming set. If she had the time and space she would do it differently.

Whatever the reason, you picked to withdraw in silence. With not enough energy to speak, drained and drowsy it seemed like the best answer.

Fairly annoyed by the sight of Georgie going out of comfortable bounds with his hand around her shoulder surely reflected on your expression.

"Pssstt..." secretly called out Jenna with no intentions of stopping Georgie's rambling.

Simply looking at her and nodding gave her a green light to continue. In series of polite movements, she removed his hand and leaned over the table. Hoping you will copy her but you didn't made her puzzled. She kept staring, squinting her eyes, trying to figure you out. After a few seconds with no avail that turned into a pleading pout;

"Please?"

With a sigh, you raised yourself with help of hands. Not bothering to fix stoic face of yours, finally eye to eye with her.

"Hey," she whispered with a smile that almost broke you out of character.

"Jenna, i'm not up for jokes."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You good?" she asked genuinely, swiping a strand of messy hair out of your place.

"Oh wow, you actually noticed? I thought Georgie was more interesting." It's a bitter line and tone Jenna is not used to. Especially coming from you.

She looked at you with invisible question marks above her and continued, "Of course i did but i admit he is a bit too talkative today." She gave him one last glance before her eyes scanned you up and down. She was suspicious of something. One thing in particular she was positive of.

"Hold on, you're not..." she wasn't sure whether to push it or let it slide.

"What?"

"You jealous?" She took a dare and let it be heard.

Were you offended? Not really, more like just shocked and caught red handed. Even from her first try. Not moving an inch, trying to keep what's left of your cool, you told her "No? I'm just wondering is he always like that? No wonder everyone ships you two."

A grin on her face portraying the complete opposite of how you're feeling right now started to bother you. It usually meant she read right through and there was no defense left to use.

Promptly leaving her chair only to kneel next to your figure on the couch. Soft hand rested on your leg supporting her. In not the best position to be, compromising even.

"You know so well i could care less about him," tilting her head, "romantically."

"Romantically?" you repeated to chase what's that supposed to mean.

"He's my friend and we're pretty much forced to look at each other everyday on the set. It's not like i can escape him." A rested hand on your leg was sort of a comfort. Comfort that would last if it weren't for her fingers repeating circles around.

Slightly distracted knowing she would get worse if you let her continue.

With no goal nor energy for fighting about her valid answer, you simply nodded. But would you be her girlfriend if you didn't know that's not a sufficient answer? You are not off the hook.

Mainly because she cares and wanted to make up for it. And because there's a rule no one should go to bed mad.

A grand idea was being forged in Jenna's head while you talked about today's events. Not that she didn't listen, she was just calculating the risks and advantages of the idea while listening.

"Hey Georgie?" Jenna asked loudly, turning to him.

"Yeah?"

"Remind me, how long is our break?"

"Uhh," pondered Georgie while checking time on his phone, "we still got over 20 minutes free. Why?"

"Nothing, just wondering." All of her attention back to you again.

Quickly, without looking shady, she signaled her head over to point out the direction you two were supposed to go. Like it's your secret language, though you had no idea what's she on about.

"Jenna, i don't-"

Being pulled by the hands never allowed you to finish the sentence. Standing on your feet, you offered her unfazed stare.

"We got 20 minutes to spare. That's plenty." She said with confidence, her legs ready to sprint out of the room. The less time wasted the better.

"For what? I know how your set looks already, i had a tour."

It was possibly the most amusing disappointed state you ever saw Jenna in. In disbelief but loving you no less, her hand linked with yours in rush.

"No, i know. It was wild, that's why i told Hunter-", Georgie got startled by his coworker's hurried steps, "Where are you guys going?"

If he let one more second pass Jenna wouldn't have to lose time. "Just around the building."

"You already showed her the entire place three times already." Now Emma sided with Georgie.

As if betrayed by Emma's question, knowing damn well she was the least oblivious one. "So? I forgot to show her something."

Catching your breath, Jenna let go of you while struggling to open the door. Observing the "Dressing room" sign, you smiled to yourself.

Grabbing you by the shirt while pushing the door open with her back was a view, to say at least. It was enough of an adrenaline rush itself.

"Again? Dressing room?" You chuckled, backing your steps away from her who paced towards you.

Stranded in the corner with a body against the wall and no space to left to move.

"Again. It's not like we have any options, really."

"If i recall, you have 20 minutes ticking. I think it's not long enough for you to do the job."

So she took it, and you as a challenge.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Emma let out a gasp.

Making Jenna's head look up from her phone in a similar panic, she asked "What?"

"Jenna, our makeup artist will kill you. Of course you didn't take her on the fourth tour around the set. Georgie will have nightmares."

Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed what Emma did. Her neck to be precise.

"Let him."

notes: at this point idk what i'm writing except my daily delusions that will never happen

*enjoy though! 🖤

*update: removed percy from the fic 20/1

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ghostphys · 6 months

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Update after a week of doing this:

So it’s finally update time! Thank you all for the support on my post about this, it really meant a lot!!

I’m going to list the pros and cons of my little experiment, then add a summary/TLDR at the end of the post. This is probably going to be quite a long post as it was definitely an interesting 5 days. P.S, if you have any questions please ask! I’m 100% willing to answer.

Pros:

• My time spent studying over doubled this week. This was the most obvious pro (and the one I was kind of hoping for the most) and I’m so proud of myself for how much I managed to get done. I studied for an average of 4hours/day, whereas before I was only doing 2.

• Studying felt so much more relaxing and productive at night. This probably contributed to the increase in studying; I found I enjoyed studying more, was able to pay attention for longer periods of time, and it started to feel less like a chore, and more like a hobby.

• I started to feel more present in the moment, especially on the bus travelling to/from uni. This wasn’t something I was really expecting, but I think also was partially a result of me deleting social media (which i can totally make another post on if that’s of interest). But where I used to sleep on the bus, or even just daydream, I started to read books, look over notes, and just feel a lot more present in general, which was a fresh of breath air honestly.

• I actually felt a lot less tired while at uni. I think this is most likely due to having been awake for a while before even travelling, so I had plenty of time to wake up. As someone who suffers from both physical and mental health issues, this was really important to me and i was so so much more focused during lectures and just generally wow it was amazing.

Cons:

• Although I found it easier to study, I dedicated a lot less time to keeping my room/study area tidy. I’m not sure exactly why this was, I think maybe just moving around to tidy up at 2/3am felt a bit wrong as I was scared to make too much noise? I think the way around this would be to just tidy right before sleeping at around 6pm, but this was probably my least favourite of the cons:(

• No time for social life outside of uni. Unless your friends are all also borderline nocturnal, then yeah if you are a person who loves going out etc then this is not the schedule for you. Fortunately for me my friends already know i sleep a lot, so most of our socialising happens in between lectures during uni time. (And by that I mean going to cafés and doing even more studying).

• It was kind of hard to figure out mealtimes? Eventually I settled on only having two meals a day, but just increasing portions sizes, and having more snacks in between. This is just what worked best for me, and this wasn’t a huge con tbh, just kind of confusing at first.

• It was so much easier to just hit snooze on my alarms. Because I didn’t have to worry about a bus to catch or anything forcing me to wake up, I found myself saying ‘just five more minutes’ way more times than I should have. I definitely slept in one day sadly. I think this is definitely preventable, I’m sure there are special alarm apps to help with this sort of thing, and i’ll probably be checking that out.

Summary/TLDR: This was such a fun experience for me, I’m really super proud of myself for trying this out and for improving my studying! All in all I definitely found this to be a positive experience, obviously that’s a personal thing so please don’t take my word to be truth! But just in my experience I really found it to help my mental aspect of studying as well as just physically doing more. Although my room got a bit messier, and I kind of just got disoriented about the time of day sometimes, I definitely think these are things that could have been fixed.

Disclaimer: I only tried this for a week which is definitely not enough time to fully change your sleep schedule, and I am obviously not a professional in this field or in research. This was just a fun little experiment and a chance for me to talk about my personal experience. I’m not encouraging this behaviour or saying it is healthy. (I am not informed about the effects on health this would have long term). Do not take some random person on tumblr’s experience as a holy grail of truth or something like that.

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ventingfanfics · 1 year

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Crush (Shuri x Reader)

You had just finished cleaning your room when your doorbell rang. Your friend Shuri stood at your door.

“Hey,” You both said.

Her eyes held yours sincerely. “Sorry for just popping up.” She knew you weren’t a fan of surprise visits. What she didn’t know, however, was you didn’t mind if it was her. She smiled at you appreciatively when you welcomed her inside. “So what were you up to before I came?” She looked at you curiously as she sat down on the loveseat.

“Just cleaning. Was about to shower, you know how it is.”

“Oh, you were doing a deep clean.” The pair of you chuckled. “You go do what you need to do. I’ll be here.”

“Make yourself at home, okay?”

Around twenty minutes later, you returned to Shuri, who was watching Rush Hour. You smiled in amusement. “Ha, a throwback.”

“My brother liked this movie,” Shuri shared.

“Oh, yeah? He has good taste.” In more ways than one, you thought.

Shuri smirked.

“What?” You dragged out. You pretended not to know that she was most likely thinking about your crush on Nakia.

“What did I tell you, Y/N? Never gonna happen.”

“Didn’t you play matchmaker for Riri?”

“Yeah…”

“So why can’t you do that with me and Nakia?”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “What makes you think she’d be interested?”

“Wow, what is that supposed to mean, Shuri?”

Shuri closed her eyes momentarily, shaking her head. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“Well, I’m offended.”

“I’m just saying that Nakia is focused on her and Toussaint. I’m not even sure she wants to move on.”

“Unless she specifically told you she’s not interested in me, you can’t assume.”

Shuri caught your icy tone. “If it’s that important, you can reach out to her yourself.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Great.”

To say the room was stuffed with tension would be an understatement. You didn’t understand Shuri’s problem. She’d known of your interest in Nakia and had the means to connect you both, yet there had been no action taken on her part.

“What, do you think I’m overstepping ‘cause she was your brother’s love?”

Your heart started to race. For some reason, you hoped this wasn’t an issue for Shuri.

Surprisingly, Shuri gave a light chuckle. “Nah.”

You raised an eyebrow, expecting her to continue, only to receive silence. She turned to look at you. Her stare was the strongest it’d ever been, which said a lot. Shuri typically made vivid eye contact anyway. “I just rememberedI have a meeting to prepare for. Good night, Y/N.”

Since when does Shuri forget she has meetings?

You frowned. “Oh, okay. Good night. Get home safe.”

Figuring she didn’t want to stay because of the little argument you just had, you let it go.

She thanked you and let herself out.

The next day during your lunch break, you went out to eat with Riri. She worked at the same company as you but in the tech division. You were discussing how your schedules were so hectic that at times lunch wasn’t a priority. You both vowed to change that as it was unhealthy and unfair.

“Like Nicki Minaj said, he can tell I ain’t missing no meals. That’s the energy I need to be on,” Riri declared.

“I know that’s right!”

Your conversation caught the attention of a woman who looked amused. You froze when you realized it was Nakia. She gave you a lovely smile. Did Shuri finally tell her about you?

She eventually looked away, paying attention on the line she occupied to either place her order or pick it up.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Riri. “Did you see that?”

“I did.”

“I have to talk to her. It’s my chance. Right?”

Riri twisted her lips to the side and slowly shrugged. “I mean, I guess.”

“It’s a sign,” You insisted in a more serious tone than you’d intended.

“Okay,” she said, leaning back some.

You smiled at her, not wanting her to take your behavior wrong. “Wish me luck.”

Riri watched you amble to the line in hopes of landing Nakia’s attention once more. You were nervous but the smile Nakia had sent you was encouraging.

“Hello,” You greeted, causing Nakia to lock eyes with you.

She smiled again. “Hi.”

“You’re Nakia, right?”

“Yes…and who are you?”

“I’m Shuri’s friend.”

Her demeanor relaxed. “Oh! Okay, that’s nice.” She quickly checked you out. “How are you?”

“Good, good, do you like the movies?”

There was a pause that almost made you want to sink into the floor.

“As in going to the cinema? I do…one second, that’s my food.” She held up a finger and walked up to the counter to collect her order. You nodded and moved out the way so the next person could get on line. Nakia checked her bag to ensure her complete order was there. Satisfied, she walked over to you. “Okay, you were saying?”

“Would you like to go to the movies and have dinner this week?”

Nakia stared at you causing you to blush.

“I’m sorry,” You said and walked away, accepting the situation.

“Hey, wait.” You turned around to meet her eyes. “Which friend are you?”

“You mean, my name?” You asked, needing clarity.

She nodded once and you told her.

Nakia wore a half-smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t. But thank you.” She squeezed your shoulder. “You have a good one.”

You avoided eye contact with Riri when you returned to your booth.

“You okay?” She said.

You flipped your hand. “I’m a big girl. I can take rejection.”

Riri just looked at you with a sympathetic smile.

“Shuri was right,” You realized, poking at your food. “She knew.”

“Knew what?”

“She knew Nakia would say no. I think she was actually trying to protect me. Not that I need protection, but to spare my feelings.” You shook your head with a dry laugh. “She was trying to tell me.”

“Trying to tell you what?” Riri tilted her head some.

Your shrug looked careless though the opposite was true. You definitely cared. “I guess that Nakia wasn’t interested.”

Riri hummed and there were a few beats before she spoke again. “Y/N, this wasn’t really my place to say something, but you just look so sad right now…”

“I do?”

“Like a little puppy…yeah, so I’mma say it. The reason Shuri didn’t want to set you up with Nakia is because she wants you. And she might’ve told Nakia.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “…Did Shuri tell you this?”

“Yes, why do you think I introduced you?”

“Because we were both at your house?”

Riri laughed. “Man, you can be clueless sometimes. Not only that, Y/N. I was trying to hook y’all up! She hooked me up with my boo and I wanted to return the favor. Shuri acts like she’s in a relationship with that lab of hers. Plus, after everything she’s been through and still goes through, I wanted her to be happy.”

“And you picked me?”

“Yeah, Y/N. Not only are you beautiful, you would treat her right, and bring joy to her life. I know it ‘cause you bring it to mines.” She smiled. “I knew y’all would be good for each other. But then you started going on about Nakia.”

As you listened to Riri, you found yourself in awe. You recalled when you and Shuri first met. You’d found her attractive from the start. She was the kind of beauty that left people mesmerized. But her looks were the least of it. The woman was badass. It was kind of intimidating.

“This is crazy…did Shuri tell you this?”

“Yes, she’d seen you checking Nakia out and heard you calling her hot. It made her back off.”

“She gave up that easy?”

“She’s sensitive like that.”

“Wow. Truthfully, I thought she only saw me as a friend. I didn’t think she was into me in that way.”

“She was and still is.”

“Was she hurt by my interest in Nakia?”

“I wouldn’t say hurt, but a little annoyed. I think you should talk to her for yourself. I mean, do you like Shuri?”

“I mean, yeah. She’s extraordinary yet down to earth and funny. And she’s obviously not bad on the eyes.”

“And rich. Very rich.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Since we’re being honest…I was insecure about her status. I just didn’t think I would fit in with her world. You see the shit they put Meghan Markle through?”

Riri laughed for a good several seconds. “Y/N.”

“I know, I know, it’s not completely the same, just the royal aspect. I’ll talk to her, though.”

“Good.” Riri smiled again.

“Y/N Y/LN is here,” The Griot alerted Shuri.

She quirked an eyebrow and upon hearing the doors part, and turned around to watch you enter her premises.

“Hey, figured I’d pop on you next,” You said with a smile.

Shuri matched your expression. “It’s only fair, right?”

You tried not to stare too hard. She was looking scrumptious—no cannibalism. And she wanted you. Or so Riri said.

“Did you have dinner yet?” You asked, ending the comfortable silence.

“No. I’m not really hungry yet. Why?” She folded her arms, studying you. “You must be hungry.”

“I am.” She didn’t know you were referring to her, though.

She laughed. “You can leave with me. My chef usually starts cooking around this time.” You watched her hungrily as she had The Griot clear the lab before you two left.

“So how are you?” She asked as you walked the home area of the palace.

“Besides hungry? Good. And enlightened. Very enlightened.” Your eyes trailed her tall frame. She motioned for you to hurry up and continue. “I just learned some interesting information. I need to hear it from the horse’s mouth first.”

Shuri looked confused. “Are you talking about me?” Her confusion grew as you laughed. She playfully bumped into you. “Weirdo.”

You let her walk ahead of you and smacked her ass.

She gasped.

“That’s what you get,” You replied.

“Oh, yeah?” She lifted you over her shoulder.

You squealed at first and was about to command her to put you down until you thought better of it. “Is this my payback? Thanks for the lift.”

She dropped you on the couch in one of the rooms that contained floor to ceiling windows. You glared at her. “Hey!”

She chuckled at you and walked out the room. After a bit, you adjusted yourself and got up, taking in the gorgeous view.

“What enlightened you?”

Shuri suppressed her amusement as you jumped up at the sound of her voice.

“You know I hate when you do that,” You complained. Although you enjoyed how she’d looked in the long-sleeved jumpsuit, she looked just as good in her sweats and T-shirt. And she smelled so fresh and clean as she sat next to you.

You suddenly were feeling a little shy. Kind of like when you first talked to each other. Finding someone else attractive made it easier to engage with her. However, with the bust of the Nakia crush and the discovery of Shuri’s crush on you, she was the only person you found desirable now.

“Maybe you should pay better attention to your surroundings,” she suggested.

You shoved her arm without force, amusing her. “Do you want me to answer your question or not?”

“Sheesh…go on.”

“I saw Nakia today.”

You saw Shuri’s expression jump into a forced blank one. “Oh.”

“Mhm. I asked her out.”

“And?”

“It was a no-go.”

Shuri nodded knowingly.

“You were right,” You said, laughing some. “She didn’t want me.”

Shuri looked at you.

“I should have listened,” You continued.

“It’s her loss.”

You arched a brow. “Is it now? How so?”

She smirked. “You’re just fishing for compliments.”

“Compliments from you.”

You caught her off guard there.

She played with her hands, her legs opening and closing back and forth, the movement, making your legs press next to each other. She cracked a smile. “Y/N, if she can’t see that you’re special, then that’s on her.”

“Awww, Shuri.”

“Let me check on the food.” She started to get up, but you stopped her, touching the soft skin of her toned arm. She didn’t protest.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked close to her ear.

You noticed her cheeks flame through her melanated skin. She nodded and glanced at you.

“Did you tell Nakia to reject me?”

You were unfazed as Shuri acted like your question was absurd. “What?” She laughed.

“No, Y/N, I did not.”

“Okay. Did you tell her you like me?”

Silence swallowed the room. You and Shuri held a staring contest.

“Did she tell you?” She finally spoke.

You shook your head no. “Riri did.”

Shuri sighed. She didn’t care to be found out like this, though she supposed she understood Riri’s rationale.

“It’s not her fault. She said it wasn’t her place, but felt like I needed to know. And I agree.”

Shuri looked ahead of her.

“Shuri, you can be honest with me.”

“What exactly did Riri tell you?”

You filled her in as she listened attentively. “Yes, it’s true. I thought we had potential, but then you showed interest in Nakia. So I didn’t think you wanted anything beyond a friendship with me.”

“Wait ’til you hear my side. I was actually intimidated.”

“Why?!”

“Shuri, you can’t act like you don’t know you intimidate people. Not with you being royalty and a genius and gorgeous…”

The smile on her face made you melt.

“You didn’t act intimidated at all,” She said.

“I need my Oscar.” You both laughed. “I really was. I did think Nakia was a looker ‘cause she clearly is, but it was also a distraction or a cover, you could say.”

“Are you sure it was a cover? It seemed legit to me.”

“Again, I need an Oscar. Or an Emmy.”

“You need Shuri,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” You tried not to smile.

She smirked and got up, but instead of stopping her, you chased her. You started tickling her and she grabbed your hands in one hand, holding them over your head. “Shuri,” you protested.

“Yes, say my name.”

That produced a jolt in your nether regions. It was like honey running through your bits. Adding to the sensation was the look in her eyes. She almost looked turned on.

“I think you want me to be rough with you.”

Shuri grinned when your eyes closed. Your orbs displayed again when she led you against the wall.

“Show off,” You jokingly scoffed.

“Watch what you say…I already like the look of you tied up.”

“So you’re a freak-freak?”

Shuri just chuckled, but it sounded sultry. This woman was going to be the death of your body. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She glared at you lustfully. Shuri eyed you like she wanted to do very inappropriate and explicit things with you.

“Miss Udaku, the food is ready,” the chef announced.

You had to catch your breath as the Queen slowly released your hands.

“Thank you, Diallo. Come on, Y/N, let’s eat.”

Like nothing happened, she went into the kitchen and fixed a plate. You had to gather yourself for a moment. When you finally stepped into the kitchen, a smiling Shuri handed you a plate full of just the right amounts. Then she turned to make her own.

You headed to the table only for Shuri to stop you. Instead, she wanted to eat at the coffee table. The floor was already comfortable due to the majestic furry rug. Cushions for your bottoms were provided anyway. When this arrangement proved to be more intimate, you understood her decision.

For a while, you didn’t speak. The food was that good. It was doing a decent job of distracting you from your hormones.

“I don’t even need to ask if you like the food,” Shuri said laughingly, earning narrowed eyes from you.

“I do like it. It’s not like you cooked it.”

You found yourself running as Shuri seemed ready to pounce.

“Child! You are a child!” She called.

You ended up in her spacious, clean, captivating room. Take it in you could not becauseshe launched you into her arms and tossed you on the bed.

“You think…you can…insult me…in my house?” She restrained your arms with one hand again, tickling you with the other.

Maybe it was the tension between you, your attraction to her (that was mutual), or the eagerness for her to stop tickling you (despite you enjoying her hands on you), but you bit her neck.

Shuri froze and you smiled to yourself. It worked for she ended her ministrations.

“Did you just bite me?” She asked the obvious.

“And?”

She hid her face in your stomach but you’d caught her smile. She nuzzled your stomach before planting a lingering kiss on the middle of it. It felt natural. You refused to stop her and prayed she wouldn’t.

She did, though.

You frowned and she mockingly cooed at you. She laid a kiss on your neck. “You see? This is how you treat skin.” She smiled at your laughter.

“Show me again?”

Heat. That’s what you two were providing.

Shuri leaned down, crushing your lips together. You immediately wrapped your hands along her back and sides. She gently licked your lip and you parted your mouth for her. A moan escaped you as she sucked your tongue. The kiss was eager, messy, and pussy-dripping.

“I really like you, Shuri,” You said, caressing her nape.

She looked straight into your eyes. A hope glimmered in them. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m nothing like Nakia.”

You smiled, bringing her into another kiss. “I know. I don’t want you to be. I just want you.”

She reached into your neck now, nuzzling. “I’ve wished for this.”

You tugged on her curls and she gave you a kiss that had you drenching your undergarments. From this day forward, you were hers.

#shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri x black!reader #shuri x woc!reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x fanfic #shuri imagine #queen shuri #princess shuri #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic club #black panther fanfiction

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

#anon this was so good #i loved it so much #the brain worm u gave me ugh #i’m giving u a #MWAH!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #hurt/comfort #ask #chubby!eddie munson #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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yawnzbf · 3 months

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⚝ Are you two a couple?

// beomgyu x gender neutral reader,,

wherein yn and beomgyu when on a walk are interviewed by a nyc couples page,

,,Formatting this was a bit of a task but i hope you all like it!!

It was just another day in the bustling city, and yn and Beomgyu found solace in the routine of their shared walks. The cold air nipped at their noses, but the warmth of their clasped hands kept the winter chill at bay. As they strolled through the usually crowded streets, the city seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

Meetnyc²ouples: excuse me!..hello? [admin asks noticing a pair’s linked hands] are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah? What [he asks skeptical, his hand never leaving yn’s]

Meetnyc²ouples: are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah why? [he says getting a bit defensive]

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, would you mind telling the quick story of how you two met?

Beomgyu: oh wow! Of course! [he chimed suddenly all sunshine and rainbows then looked back at his partner silently seeking their approval]

Beomgyu: you go for it!

Yn: uh,, we met on a blind date actually, my friend and his friend decided to pit us together and it started from there, The first date was a disaster by the way, he planned to meet at a cheesecake factory?! I mean who does that- like what if I was lactose intolerant? [they comment jokingly]

Beomgyu: hey! I thought it was a very cute little date [Beomgyu pouts trying to pull his hand away]

Meetnyc²ouples: if your first date went a little off track, how’d you two end up together?

Beomgyu: oh yeah, we didn’t talk to each ither for a month after and by that time, our friends gave up on us but ,, it was my final year maybe? [he asks unsure, seeking help from his over]

Yn: yeah, he was in his final year and I was in junior maybe,, he needed a photographer for his thesis project and bugged me for two (2) weeks straight until I gave in, then using his thesis as an excuse, we started to hang out very often.

Beomgyu: also, we didn’t start dating until like what? I graduated? Yeah, and then I was the one who ultimately asked the big question. [he said accusing yn]

Yn: I was going to ask him but he beat me to it, I’ll make sure I’ll be the one to propose first (propose as in engagement in case it is difficult to understand!!) [yn muttered as Beomgyu got shy, crimson enveloping his cheeks and ears]

Yn: awh,, is my baby all shy? [yn coo-ed at their boyfriend who immediately hid away in yn’s embrace]

Meetnyc2ouples: how long have you two been dating?

Yn: eleven and..? [yn trailed off not sure, seeking help from beomgyu]

Beomgyu: and a half [he completes,, way more composed than before]

Yn: right! Eleven and a half, going strong!

Meetnyc²ouples: can I ask what is your favorite thing about each other?

Beomgyu: this is gonna sound real cliché but I think they just get me way better than anyone else I’ve ever met. I mean they truly feel like my soulmate, my best friend, life partner I mean- yeah,, I don’t know how I lived all these years without them honestly [beomgyu’s gaze is overflowing with love as he answers never looking away from yn, while yn looks away from him ears burning]

Yn: my favorite thing about Beomgyu would be his silly little text messages that I used to- and still receive, I think that laid the foundation for our relationship,, although I cant leave out the cheesy pickup lines he still uses.

Meetnyc²ouples: adorable,, what’s your favorite thing to do together?

Yn: probably exactly what you just saw us doing, since we both work and have tight schedules, we try to find time for each other and that, more often than not results in just us walking around the city, exploring new spots, new people,, uh, yeah, I just love the quality time.

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, and before we leave, what are your names?

Beomgyu: they're yn and im Beomgyu

,,I settled on c² because writing meetnyccouples would look kinda odd,, so using my big brain i squared it!! Hence the name meetnyc²ouples— thank you for coming to my Ted talk!

#yawnzbf #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x male reader #beomgyu x gn reader #txt x gender neutral reader #txt x male reader #txt x gn reader #gn reader #kpop x male reader #male reader #kpop x reader #interview #txt interview #nyc #nyc couples #university

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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Michael Myers is the human equivalent of a cat and you can't change my mind. Here is a collection of tiny fluffy blurbs proving my point. I hope you enjoy!

Michael Myers x GN!Reader, no content warnings besides the man himself

He’s ignored you all day. You’ve tried to engage him in a movie, a walk around the block, even tried to entice him into the bedroom. He dismissed you every time with a blank stare. You finally gave up and started working on a project you’ve been putting off.

Not twenty minutes later, he appears in the doorway and stands there watching. You acknowledge him briefly, focused on your task. You don’t hear him move but you sense him behind you, smile up at him when he bumps against your back.

He brushes his fingers through the hair at the back of your neck. “Oof, you gave me goosebumps,” you tell him. You keep working.

He puts his hands on your shoulders. You kiss his wrist. “How are you?” you ask. You get no response. You never do.

After a minute he sighs, bends over you to rest his chin on your head, puts his big hand right in the middle of what you’re working on.

You stop, fight a smile. “Oh, now you want attention?” He grunts noncommittally. “Well I’m doing this now.”

His pushes his face into the side of your neck and you feel a warm, wet pinch. “Michael! Did you just bite me?”

He steps back, pulls your chair with him. “Ohh my god. That is so rude.” You look up at him. He is unmoved by your criticism. “Can I help you?”

He comes around in front of you, drops to his knees between your legs, leans his head against your chest. You put your arms around him and tease his curls.

“I have been trying to hang out with you all day, you know.” He grunts again. “Why am I tied into your schedule?” He squeezes you. “Fine, let’s hang out.”

🔪

You look up from your book at the sound of the back door. A moment later he steps into view, knife in hand, mask sprayed with blood.

“Welcome home, handsome,” you say.

He sets the knife on the table and moves closer. You lay the book aside and get up to inspect him for injuries. “Are you hurt?”

He shakes his head once and digs his hand into his pocket.

“Oh boy. Did you bring me something?”

He fishes out a tiny porcelain mouse abducted from someone’s mantle and places it in your open palm. It is adorable and not covered in blood.

“Wow, I love this,” you say honestly. “Thank you!”

He is reaching into his other pocket. “Oh, two things?” You hold out your other hand. There is a clicking sound like nails on a tabletop. Teeth. They are teeth. He has brought you six human teeth.

You gather yourself for a second and then look up at him with a careworn smile. “Thank you so much. You really, really shouldn’t have.”

His eyes glitter behind the mask. You know he knows that you hate it and love it in equal measure. That’s why he does it. You should consider yourself lucky tonight; one time he brought you a finger. A finger.

🔪

The afternoon sun is golden as you get home from work. You look up at the second-story window right in the front of the house and sure enough, you see his silhouette looming like a Halloween decoration. It’s his favorite spot. He spends hours looking out at the world, just observing, thinking.

He stares at you blankly and you smile and wave. Even from a distance, you can see his gaze shift from you to something across the street: two women shooting the breeze while their kids draw with chalk on the sidewalk. Maybe it’s because you know him so well, but the look on his face is utterly predatory.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. You’d better get in there and distract him with something, or your neighbors are going to end up on the news.

🔪

“Okay, hear me out.”

You regard him uneasily, hands on your hips. He already looks unimpressed.

“We’re having grilled cheese and tomato soup. You love that.”

He does. He is waiting for the bad news.

“But we’re out of milk. So I have to make the soup with water.”

His ability to communicate such abject disgust with zero change to his expression is incredible.

“I know. I’m sorry. I promise it will still be good.”

He is the pickiest eater you have ever met. Not only is his list of acceptable foods limited, but he eats on a strict schedule with almost no wiggle room. There is only one right way to make the things he likes, and a thousand wrong ways. He would rather starve than eat something he thinks is gross.

When you present him with the offending soup he looks at you like you have spit in it in front of him.

“Look, Michael, I promise it’s fine.” You sip a spoonful. It is not fine. He knows it.

He eats the grilled cheese with enthusiasm. He finishes yours too. He pushes the soup away and does not touch it. No amount of cajoling will convince him otherwise.

🔪

You are on the couch, Michael’s head in your lap. You have been stroking his curls, scratching his neck and shoulders, caressing his handsome face for almost an hour. Every time you try to get up or change position he grips your knee tightly, will not let you move. Periodically he lets out a contented sigh, adjusts his position, guides your hand to a new spot.

Your legs are falling asleep. You continue running your thumb over his jaw as you shift your weight just a little, just enough to free up the circulation.

He sits up abruptly. “Sorry, Mikey, come back.”

He stands up and stalks away without looking at you. You watch with absolute bewilderment as he sits on the other couch, makes himself comfortable, and then looks at you like nothing happened.

“You are so fucking weird,” you whisper, almost to yourself.

🔪

You are out for a midnight stroll on the arm of a murderer who, for now, is content to leave everyone alive. The moon is full and the street is bright beneath it. Michael’s expression is serene. You know he enjoys the breeze on his face when he can get it. Walks like this are so normal, so refreshing, you can almost pretend it’s not three in the morning.

A branch hangs over the sidewalk. You move to duck around it, but Michael takes hold of it with his free hand and snaps it in half.

“Well that was…effective,” you remark. He looks at you impassively.

A block later, someone has left a tricycle in their front yard. He pulls away from you, picks it up with one hand. You furrow your brow in confusion. He throws it lazily into the neighbor’s yard.

“Michael,” you say, “you can’t do that.” But he can, and he does, and he pulls you along before you can drag it back where it belongs.

He behaves himself for the next few minutes, and you are nearly lulled back into contentment. You don’t question it when he stops and picks up a rock; he’s always bringing home odds and ends. He does not look at you as he lobs the projectile across the street directly into the front window of a house and you hear the glass splinter. The sound is deafening in the silence.

“Michael Myers!” you hiss, grabbing his arm. He is smirking. For him it is the equivalent of a shit-eating grin. “I cannot believe you just did that!” Lights turn on in the house and you haul him quickly down the street. “I swear to god I can’t take you anywhere.”

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