#she finds him sneaking off at 3am: what are you doing

[harlowsbby]

So Over

“He’s gonna be pissed.” Annie laughed as you told her about your plan. You shh’d her and opened your bathroom door that was connected to your bedroom and peaked your head around the corner and sighed relief that Jack was still sleeping.

You quickly but quietly shut the door once again and picked up the phone to talk to Annie once again.

“I know he is I can’t wait to get him.” You laughed. “But I’ll call you back and let you know what happens.” You told her before hanging up.

Pranks were a new normal in your shared house with Jack and this prank you were going to be sneaking out of the house at three in the morning.

Jack tended to be a light sleeper so he’d wake up confused and automatically assumed you were up to no good.

You wanted to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a “friend” now no normal person would believe that but Jack well he was just special let’s put it like that.

It was around 2:50 in the morning, you set an alarm on Jack’s phone to go off at 3am. You figured if you set the alarm on his phone he’d wake up almost instantly.

You quickly got back into bed and pulled the covers up and acted like you were going back to bed. About ten minutes later Jack’s alarm was going off.

He groaned and the bed started to shift as he tried reaching for his phone to turn it off.

“What the hell.” He grumbled and you took that as a sign to get up and make your way into your closet.

Jack placed his phone back down on the night stand and looked up at you. “What’s she doing?” He mumbled.

You purposely made loud noises in the closet and banged around and tossed around a few shoes to make it sound like you were getting ready. You had put on Jack’s favorite little black dress that you owned.

Upon leaving the closet you made your way into the bathroom. Jack was laying in bed watching your every room his eyebrows were furrowed together seeing you in a very, very short black mini dress.

You did your hair and did a simple makeup look to pull it all together. Once you were done you went inside your bedroom and turned on your lamp that was on your side of the bed and started putting on your heels.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jack’s voice mumbled from behind you.

“What? You’re sleeping go back to bed Jack.” He smacked his lips. Although Jack was exhausted he knew damn well he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not sleeping I’m very much awake.” He stated. “Okay so go back to bed.” You told him.

“Where do you think you’re going Y/N? It’s 3 in the morning.” He paused. “And where are you going dressed like that? That’s my favorite dress.” He pouted.

He inspected you as you sprayed some perfume on your chest and around your body. He wasn’t sure what you were doing or where you were going but he was going to find out.

You went to speak but your friend Mark called you, you had told Mark about the prank the day before and he was totally in on it and was down to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a guy.

“Oh hey.” You spoke into the phone with a smile on your face. “Oh hey.” Jack mimicked you. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m almost done getting ready and I’ll be heading over… oh he’s sleeping he’ll never know a thing.” Jack scoffed. “I’m very much awake!!” He yelled.

“Who is sleeping and where are you going? Who are you talking to.” Jack’s eyes squinted at you and gave you a questioning look.

“Yeah I’ve missed you too I can’t wait to see you again… yeah I have that dress on that you like.” You spoke into the phone. “What the fuck.” Jack said.

“Bring me your phone you aren’t going anywhere it’s 3 in the morning the only place you’re going is back to bed.” Jack demanded. “Jack, go back to bed if going to get food I’ll be back.” You told him.

“Food?!?” He laughed. “Where are you going Taco Bell? You aren’t going anywhere.” Jack stood up and made his way to your purse.

“What are you doing?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“I’m taking your keys you can’t go anywhere without these.” He huffed and took your keys and put them into his pocket.

“Jack!” You laughed but Jack wasn’t having it his arms were crossed over his chest, his lips were formed into a pout and his eyebrows were scrunched together.

“Oh so you think you’re grown now? You think you can just go anywhere without me now?” Jack glared at you. “Jack I am grown!” You laughed.

“You’re cheating on me?” He blurted out.

“Because whoever he is I hope you know he doesn’t have anything on me. I’m a rapper, an actor a damn good kisser and I can fuck good.” He confidently admitted.

“Oh my gosh.” You giggled. “Just give me my keys I said I’ll be back.” You went to grab your keys from him but he pulled his arm back.

“Tell me what his name is.” He asked. “I’m not cheating on you! I just wanna go out and get something to eat.” You confessed.

“We have food here so you better go get something that can be tossed into the air fryer.” You smacked your lips and huffed. “Fine I’ll tell you what his name is.” His jaw flew open.

“So you really are cheating? That’s wild!” He yelled and his eyes were as big as saucers. He couldn’t believe it he never thought in a million years that’s you’d cheat on him.

“We were gonna get married, we were gonna go on a vacation next month! I even made you a playlist with a bunch of songs.” He rambled on and on.

You stood there with a smirk on your face you were honestly amazed at how much rambling he could do. “Are you done or are you finished?” You told him.

“Just give me the bad news.” He sighed in defeat. “So the guy I’ve been seeing is well his name is prank.” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Prank?” He asked.

“Yes as in your ass just got pranked!!” You giggled and took out the camera you were using to record him. “I should’ve known.” He mumbled.

“I got you good didn’t I.” You laughed and watched as Jack got back into bed and wrapped himself in the covers.

“Whatever babe I’m going to bed.” You shook your head at him and went to get back into the bed but Jack spread his legs out to stop you.

“What?” You went to speak. “Oh you think you can pull something like that on me but still expect for me to allow you to sleep in bed with me?” He stated.

“The couch is very much open.” He sassily replied you stood there with your jaw open wide. Jack leaned over in the bed and turned off the night lamp leaving you standing there in the complete dark.

“You can’t be serious?” You spoke into the darkness. “Babe, I’m dead serious.”

(This was requested by @harlowcomehome I hope you enjoy friend! And as well as everyone else)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[haleyhunwritess]

I was wondering if you could write someting where bucky and reader have an argument and she gets drunk later because shes upset but then he takes care of her 💜

𝐓𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

pairing: bucky x reader

warning: angsty, swear words, lots of fluff at the end

a/n: okay i made this super long for literally no reason, but i got a similar request before (i can't find it anymore) and i got this idea for the request from a movie i watched last night (yes i wrote this at like 3am, which is probably why this is really bad), i hope you guys still like it though <3 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Come on, Buck, are you seriously not gonna tell me anything?" Steve asked once again, hoping Bucky would tell him more about your relationship. Most people already knew about the two of you, even though you hadn’t really made things official yet.

"There's nothing to tell. I already told you." Bucky groaned, hoping Steve would leave him alone.

"Oh please you guys are always together, and you've spent every night in her room for the past two weeks. You're seriously telling me there's nothing going on?" Steve smiled, thinking back to when he caught Bucky sneaking out of your room earlier this morning.

"It's nothing, okay? It's just a casual thing, that's it." Bucky lied, just to get Steve to shut up. Truth was, to him this was no casual thing. You were it for him. But he didn’t know if you wanted that. And he also knew it would be difficult telling your father about the two of you, and Bucky didn’t want him to accidentally hear about it from Steve.

“Buck-”

“Steve, like I said, it’s a casual thing and it means nothing, okay?” Bucky interrupted him, thinking he was still trying to pry. However, when Steve gestured to the person behind him, he realized the poor guy was just trying to warn him that you were right behind him, and judging from the look on your face, you definitely heard what Bucky said.

Before he could even say anything though, you turned around and started walking back to your room. Bucky quickly followed behind you but you just ignored him. Once you got to your room, he followed you inside, and you didn’t stop him. Instead, you started picking up all of the things he left in your room. He tried to apologize as you collected all his things and just ignored him.

"Baby stop, I didn't meant that, I'm sorry. Please just let me explain,” Bucky moved his hands to cup your face and try to get you to look at him, but you just pulled away from him.

"I don't wanna hear it." You muttered, picking up his book from the bedside table.

"Please just let me explain, doll." Bucky sighed, taking the book from you and putting it back down.

"Take your stuff with you and get the fuck out. I don't wanna see you," You said, shoving the book back in his arms.

Even though you never made things official, you clearly had strong feelings for each other. It hurt when he said it was just a casual thing, but it hurt even more when he said it didn’t mean anything. Is that how he really felt? You didn’t mean anything to him? Maybe he didn't even have feelings for you like you thought he did.

Fuck this, you needed a drink. The girls were going out tonight, and you were supposed to go but then you made plans with Bucky. Looking down at your clock, you wondered if you could still make it to go out with them. You probably could if you started getting ready right now. But in order to do that, you needed Bucky to leave.

"Please just listen to me, I'm not going anywhere until you listen to me." Bucky tried again as he watched you walk over to your closet. He was about to explain his side of the story until he noticed you were starting to strip your clothes off, "Uhh doll, what are you doing?"

"I'm going out with the girls, and I have to get ready but you won't leave," You rolled your eyes as you slipped on a random skirt before looking through your closet for a top.

"I thought we had plans tonight…" Bucky frowned, folding his arms as he watched you get dressed.

If there is one thing this man had, it was the fucking audacity. You took a deep breath before picking up another one of his books and throwing it at him, "Bucky if you don’t leave right now, I swear to god,”

"Ow! Okay okay I'm leaving," Bucky dodged the next book you threw at him, and decided it was best to leave you alone for now. Once he got to your door though, he stood there quietly for a second before attempting to apologize again, only to have the door slammed in his face.

..

"You sure it's a good idea to spy on her after what you did?" Sam smirked, looking back at the nearby booth where you, Nat, and Wanda were sitting. Sam was a little skeptical at first when Bucky practically begged him and Steve to go clubbing tonight. Although, it was clear now that he only came here for you.

"I'm not spying on her, I didn't even know she was here." Bucky rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

"Right, so it's just a coincidence that she's here too, huh?" Steve smirked, as he watched Bucky stare at you intently.

Back at your booth, Wanda laughed at something Nat said, but then she noticed how you were still pretty quiet, just like you had been since you got there. Before she could said anything though, she heard Sam’s booming laughter coming one of the nearby booths. She turned to check if it was really him, "Is that- Fuck, okay don't look but Bucky is here."

You nearly spit your drink out at Wanda’s words, and resisted the urge to turn around, "Are you serious? Is he alone?"

"No, Steve and Sam are also here but umm…" Wanda watched nervously as some drunk girl nearly fell over on Bucky. She then moved closer to him, and started playing with his hair before laughing at something he said, "There's a girl sitting next to him, and I'm pretty sure she's flirting with him."

"I love your hair!" The strange girl nearly screamed drunkenly as she continued playing with Bucky's hair. He rolled his eyes and tried to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. She then grabbed his left arm, and moved it close to her face, staring at the shiny vibranium hand.

"Thanks but would you mind not doing that, please?" Bucky pulled his hand away, and tried to move further away from her once again, as both Steve and Sam tried to contain their laughter while watching this whole exchange. Sam looked over at your table when Bucky and Steve started talking but he quickly looked away when you glared back at him.

"Umm Bucky don't look but they definitely saw us, and I don't think your girl is very happy with you right now," Sam said, referring to the angry expression on your face as you watched the girl continue to flirt with Bucky.

"What is she doing? Is she still with the girls?" Bucky asked, trying his best not to turn around to look at you.

This time Steve turned around, watching you and Wanda talk for a minute until Natasha came back to the table with a tray of shots, “She's taking shots with the girls, I think it's tequila?"

"Fuck she can't handle more than five shots, especially tequila. She's a lightweight, last time she passed out after like four." Bucky groaned, thinking back to the last time you drank tequila, "How many do you think she's had so far?"

"I think she's about to have her fifth one." Steve gulped, as he watched you take down your fifth shot.

"Fuck, I'm gonna go check on her." Bucky got up from the table but Sam quickly stopped him, making him sit back down.

"No don't do that! You're just gonna upset her even more.” Steve said, hoping Bucky will actually listen to him. Of course he didn’t though.

He got up and started walking to your table through the crowd, only to get there and realize it was empty. He turned around and saw you stumbling drunkenly through the crowd towards his booth.

"You piece of shit, you couldn't even wait one fucking day!" You yelled as you approached his table, both Wanda and Nat following behind you. They were too drunk to stop you from going over to Bucky’s booth to yell at him. You watched the drunk girl from before lean closer to kiss him, and you immediately pushed her off of him, only to realize it wasn’t even Bucky she was trying to kiss "Steve?! Wha- Where the fuck is Bucky?”

Steve almost laughed before pointing at Bucky who was standing behind you. You didn’t get much chance to say anything to him though, as your head started spinning even more. Then before you knew it, you practically collapsed in his arms and passed out.

..

You woke up to the excruciatingly loud sound of Bucky’s alarm. Reaching over to turn it off, you quickly realized you were in Bucky's room. Though you couldn’t remember how you got there or why you were wearing his clothes.

Before you could sneak back to your room though, Bucky walked in with a tray in one hand and a coffee in another, and quietly put it down on the dresser. Picking up a bottle of water from the tray, he walked over to the bed and put it on the bedside table. He was about to leave again until he noticed you were awake.

"Oh good, you're finally up.” He handed you the bottle of water, as well as some painkillers, “Here's some ibuprofen, it'll help with your headache. Oh and I made some breakfast and got you coffee."

"Look I'm not in the mood for-" You protested as he brought the tray of food over to the bed, but he quickly shushed you before you could continue.

"Just listen. I made your favourite, pancakes with strawberries on top. I also got you some cereal, if you something lighter. Oh and of course, a vanilla latte with oat milk instead of regular, and an extra shot of espresso." He gestured to the coffee, smiling softly at you.

Bucky watched you for a minute, and sighed when you remained still. Taking the bottle of water from you, he put it back down on tray. He then took your hands in his, kissing them gently before looking up at you, "I know you’re angry. I know you wanna yell at me, but first I need you to eat some breakfast for me. It'll help you feel better, and you'll have more energy so that you can argue with me properly. I promise once you finish eating I'll sit here quietly and you can yell at me for as long as you want."

You nearly chuckled as he said that, and he laughed as well before saying, “I’m serious, I can even teach you some swear words in Russian so you can yell at me some more.”

"I hate you." You groaned, moving closer to hug him.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry." Bucky sighed, hugging you back tightly, like he never wanted to let go, “I never should've said that, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Why did you say it?" You mumbled, with your arms still wrapped around him.

"Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted a proper relationship with me. Plus you haven't told your dad about us yet, and I didn't want him finding out from Steve.”

"He knows already." You confessed, pulling away from Bucky. He looked back at you, confused, and you explained, "Well actually I was on my way to tell you he figured it out because of the security tape but then I heard you talking to Steve…"

Bucky sighed, feeling guilty about the way he made you feel, "Baby, I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't mean what I said, in fact I was dying to tell him everything." Bucky pulled you back in for a hug, and you melted into his touch. You stayed like that for a bit till Bucky broke the silence, "So, he knows, huh?"

You laughed at how nervous he sounded, "Oh yeah, but then I called him from the club last night, and told him what happened…"

"Oh god, he's gonna kill me, isn't he?" Bucky groaned thinking about what Stark was gonna do to him when he found out you were back together. And this time in an official relationship.

"Yeah, he might.” You nodded, laughing at the look on his face, making him glare back at you in response. Getting up from the bed, you leaned down to kiss his neck, “Anyways, I'm gonna go shower before breakfast, feel free to join me."

You quickly rushed off to the shower, and Bucky was about to follow you until he heard your phone ringing. "Baby your phone is-” He smirked when he realized it was Tony calling, “Your dad’s calling you, baby, Hello?"

"Hi Baby, you're not in your room, where are you? Are you okay?" Tony asked assuming it was you on the phone but then he realized it wasn't you who picked up, “Bucky, is that you?”

"Yes, sir. Sorry your daughter is in the shower, did you wanna leave a message?" Bucky smirked, knowing he was just pissing him off even more.

"Why the fuc- What is she- I-" Tony couldn’t even complete one sentence with how angry he was getting but Bucky just laughed at his reaction, "You know what, I do wanna leave a message but it's for you, go fuck yourself."

"Aw love you too, have a great day." Bucky laughed, hanging up on him before walking over to the bathroom to join you in the shower.

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#bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky angst #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader fluff #steve x reader #sam x reader #nat x reader #wanda x natasha #wanda x you #tony stark

[omgwhatchloe]

STUPID MODERN AU HEADCANONS ALERT

-they all have one hideout they stay at after too many of their apartments kept getting raided. its…its chaotic sometimes.

-bill snores so fucking loud and sleeps on the sofas. he DOES have a bed, he just ‘rests’ his eyes during whatever he’s watching, spreads out and snores like hell. its the most infuriating thing, and arthur does not hold back when beating him with a pillow.

-however if it was lenny or one of the girls who’d fallen asleep on the sofa, lets just say hes sneaking back into the house after late night adventures, and he finds them, arthur would absolutely cover them with a blanket or even carry them to bed depending on how tired he was.

-the men of the gang have differing opinions on drugs, strippers, etc. some will absolutely spend their money on that, others will never even consider it. you gotta remember, this is a gang and theyre criminals.

-movie nights are very random as theyre all constantly in and out, doing this and that, but it is nice when a group of them can settle down and watch something. but you know theyre getting interrupted constantly, because lenny thinks that doesnt make sense and johns hungry and sean thinks theyre hot and tilly cant decide if she wants some of the blanket or not and micah’s just walked in and decided the whole ordeal is very gay etc etc

-STREET RACING. sean, lenny, arthur, john, javier, karen, sadie, even abigail all love it, and it miiiight just be one of hosea’s guilty pleasures.

-leopold strauss does not like dutch’s music. imagine, theyre coming back from a job and he rides with dutch and hosea, who plays ‘old classics’ because dutch thinks thats what theyre into. cut to strauss staring longingly out of the window, watching arthurs car with the roof down and pitbull up. he is a very unhappy old man in that moment. he does NOT WANT to listen to big iron, HE WANTS TIMBER!!

-booktok is lenny’s biggest opp. he likes the classics and to wander around bookshops (sean trailing behind him and picking up random books on weeds and fitness to offer him because he doesnt actually know what theyre about) looking for his own books to read and get his own opinion on.

-sean can read, but does struggle with dyslexia and still dislikes books for this reason. he doesnt mind being read too, but feels overwhelmed and gets upset with himself when actually attempting to read.

-mary-beth loves to watch tv in her room only to fall asleep with it on, causing susan to poke her head around the door and yell at her to turn it off at like 3am. but trust me, the girls seen everything. every dating show, reality show, drama, documentary, she has seen it! she also has teddys/stuffed animals!!

-john never grew out of enjoying sleepovers, but thankfully neither did javier. they’d always get drunk and high together, do dumb shit, snuggle only to deny they did in the morning, and get yelled at to shut up. of course, john’d eventually get to have a sleepover every night with abigail, but he feels like its just not the same…

-charles WILL go to sleep in your car and you cant stop him. arthur finds it cute tho.

-the cupboards do not have snacks because everyone is too possessive over what they want and just keep it in their rooms.

-a lot of the time only a few people are having stew, since the rest are off getting fast food or just not eating.

-sean misses ireland so much, homesickness is a big problem for him (to the point he may actually be sick from upsetting himself so much) and he wishes him and his da never had to leave donegal. though obviously he struggles with booking flights and decides to just not do it instead of asking for help. for a perfect birthday present, lenny booked a trip for them!!

-seans da is not dead!! though he lives quite far from where the gang are staying (different state, not back in ireland) and sean misses him more than he likes to admit. the little irishboy loves to sit in his da’s house with a cup of tea, stealing all the biscuits and yapping on. he used to like to bring lenny too, when they were closer (in distance, not relationship)and his da decided he liked lenny more than sean, joking ofc.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan #sean macguire #red dead fandom #sean rdr2 #lenny summers #macsummers #au #rdr2 modern au #modern au #john marston #dutch van der linde #micah bell #tilly jackson #mary beth gaskill #susan grimshaw #leopold strauss #abigail marston

[creaaki]

I've been reading jerejean fics and I love how at one point everybody agreed that Jeremy comes from a crowded household with many siblings. My boy KNOWS how to deal with shit smoothly because he probably has a long history of:

Pulling back together after realising he isn't the No1 priority at the moment, winning heated arguments with minutes of patience and bullshitting just because, counseling of hours after one of his sisters' break-ups or brothers' breakdowns over a fight with their parents, being compared to them, parenting the little ones when mom and dad aren't home, sharing a bed with others when guests are staying over on holidays, falling asleep in one of their beds after a nightmare, waking up with one of them under his blankets some other day, crossing the hallway on his tippy toes at 3am and finding the kitchen already has its lights on filled with quiet whispers to not wake their parents up (there's always a gossip going around about the mom's side of the family, and he still remembers the first day his big sister didn't sent him back to bed because he is now one of the grown-ups.), quietly opening his window at midnight to let his brother sneak back into home after a party which Mrs and Mr Knox would not approve of, spending exactly eleven minutes to figure out how to slice the pie mom made evenly because this nine-year-old has to have some issues for fucking God's sake.

Jeremy always had someone looking out for him, and someone to look out for. He knows the importance of trust and respect and love and everything that you need to give people to be family. Jeremy values family. It's only normal when he makes the Trojans his new crowded loud family after leaving the house.

He adores Trojans, he wants them to be happy, he wants them to be happy while playing Exy. So he does everything he can to make them fall in love with Exy, not winning because he doesn't want his sisters and brothers to break themselves apart like he did in high school when he heard a teacher say "A shame the young Knox is nothing like his brother". He trusts his team, he knows they will fight with all they have until the last moment, they always do.

When he expresses his new plan to his team he's well aware they might lose. Foxes played the whole season with nine people, and it's a complete new thing for Trojans. He isn't afraid, though; not all of the team think of it as a good idea at first, but they all come around at some point and decide to give it a try, because they love playing Exy and hungry for improvement and it's going to be fun and a little fair, too, because the Foxes are actually nice people and what are they playing for if they're going to freak out and keep their weaknesses a weakness?

They lose, and the first thing Alvarez does after leaving the court is to barge into the men's changing room with Laila following her and express her remarks on the match, not so politely. ("No, but how the-"). Second thing she does is to tell Jeremy her suggestions on changing the training drills slightly to adapt the team into building up more stamina, she got these ideas on the court, by the way. Jeremy can't scold her for not focusing on the game because she was focused, and he is kind of scared of her. They still have their party, and decide to gather in Jeremy's room for the night, turning the party to a slumber one. Jeremy doesn't mind being squished. In fact, you could say he is very, very happy in the morning despite the sweat and dampness, all off the Trojans peacefully breathing and cuddling each other makes his chest warm.

The next year, Jeremy knows they will win. He told the Trojans they would, and they trust him. He just knows. And they do win. His room is a little more crowded now, with the new freshmen and their seniors who graduated last year (he thought they should invite them, the Trojans owe their seniors for them giving up on the trophy last year).

Jeremy thinks he loves both his families.

#jeremy would do anything for the trojans #he just will #and when jean arrives jeremy thinks my family might have problems but everyone will be HAPPY #jean never had a real family and jeremy is determined to make him not long for one #he wont let jean not live his life #last year jeremy shared his bed with the trojans because of the lack of space #but not this year #this year there's only jean beside him because he still needs time #jeremy takes jean to his home on a holiday and jean immediately understands why jeremy shines so bright #jeremy's mom knits jean a sweater on christmas because i need her to #jeremy's inviting jean to his first ever family and jean accepts it because i need him to be loved #go mr sunshine go give the french boy a hug because he fucking needs it #i love them so much #and jeremy knox is literally so perfect they are so perfect for each other #jeremy knox #all for the game #jean moreau #jerejean #the kings men #the sunshine court #i didn’t sleep last night #or will not tonight #i didn't intend this to be this long shit

[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [three]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings:  tourist!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death, eventual smut.

word count: ~3.4k 

chapter content: Flirting, mentions of self-image insecurities, mentions blood, bad sleeping habits, Jisung is aa dork and we love him. author's note: still got a couple of fluffy chapters before we get a lil serious, but hey at least m/c is starting to realize she's physically attracted to him, right?

Early in the morning, you sneak out of the front door, taking Jisung’s keys to the apartment that he always left on the kitchen counter. Your sleep schedule was all sorts of messed up because of the jetlag, so you figured that since you were awake so early, you might as well grab coffee for the both of you. 

You werequick to come back and you thought you had successfully snuck in and out of the apartment without Jisung waking up, but when you opened the door, Jisung was at the kitchen island, replacing the water to the bouquet you had bought him two days ago. 

You place the drinks down and lock the door behind you. “Good morning, I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

Jisung shakes his head and puts the vase of flowers by the window sill. “No. Not at all.” He comes back towards the kitchen to grab his iced americano. “But you could let me know you were awake so that I could have gone with you.”

“What time did you wake up?” You finally take your shoes off by the door, then head towards the couch to get comfy. 

He sits next to you and takes his phone out to check the time. “Three hours ago? I don’t know, I didn’t really check the time.”

“What?! Do you even sleep?” 

“Yeah, I do, but... I don’t know; sometimes it’s hard. I just end up laying in bed thinking.” 

You frowned at him, “Have you tried Sleepy Time Tea?”

He laughs a little, he thinks the name is a little silly. “I haven’t, but I honestly just have a messed up sleep schedule. On the weekdays I will usually work the night shift, and then on weekends I work until 3am.” 

“Oh, so you’re usually asleep during the day?” 

“You know, now that I think about it.. I don’t think I sleep much, but I do take naps in between whenever I can.” He laughs at himself.  “Uh, hm…” He hesitates, unsure about the next sentence. “I used to go to the gym a lot after shifts, but I stopped going so it’s been a struggle finding a different routine.”

“Ooo, buff Han Jisung era?” You jokingly raised your brows up and down in a suggestive manner. “I would have loved to have seen that.” 

Jisung looks offended for a moment as he rolled up his t-shirt sleeve over his shoulder and flexed his bicep right in front of your eyes. “I’m still buff!” 

You blinked, long and hard, then stood up, clearing your throat. “Get ready. We’ve got a bucket list to finish.” You walked away into the guest room and closed the door behind you, only to lean on it and slide yourself down into a sitting position on the floor. 

“Why are we here?” Jisung asks over your shoulder, waiting patiently while you stare at a shelf at the art store.

“Well,” You sigh in defeat and spin around to face him. There's a slight frown on your face. “I’m trying to find the appropriate materials for the next bucket list adventure, but I’m not quite sure what I’m… looking for.”  You turn back around to the items on the shelf. 

Jisung stands beside you and follows your lead. It's obvious he was  just as clueless. There's a moment of silence before he turns his head towards you. “So... what are we doing?” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escapes your lips. “Next up on the list is "Draw a Portrait of Someone'” You make your way to another aisle, deciding to stay away from the paints and brushes. “But everything is so expensive.” 

Jisung follows behind you. “Oh. Is this another one of those go up to a stranger and draw a portrait kind of thing?” 

You stop in front of some fancy sketchbooks. You open one up and feel the quality of the paper; it was hardstock with a rough texture to it. You turned the book and looked at the price and quickly put it back, shaking your head. You glance your eyes to Jisung who had a playful pout on his lips. “I was thinking we could do each other, but I can find so–”

“No!” He cut you off, “I don’t think I could handle you falling for another stranger!” He feigns being hurt, a hand over his heart, clutching the fabric of his shirt. 

You rolled your eyes, “Jisung, you think too highly of yourself.”

“I’m kidding,” He emphasizes. He walks down the aisle and picks up a notebook. “Do we really need this stuff? We could just use some old notebook paper I have back at the apartment and some crappy pencils.” 

You raised a brow, “You have notebooks?” 

He looked at you, deadpanned. “Yes.”

“And pencils?”

“Yes?” He was looking at you weird now. 

“Oh… I guess I just didn’t realize people still wrote things down on paper.” You shift your weight, feeling a little awkward. “Figured everyone just used their phone.” 

Jisung leads the way out of the art store, shaking his head with his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Yeah, but what happens if I lose my phone?”

You follow behind him, quickly catching up to his longer strides to walk beside him. "Well, it would be saved into the cloud I would hope."

"Well yeah, that's true," He nods as he continues to walk in the direction of the apartment. "But at what point does the cloud just stop working?"

You raise an inquiring brow at him.

He laughs gently and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just saying that eventually, years and years and years down the line, there won't be physical copies of anything. Maybe I want something to be remembered like that."

"I never thought you'd be so sentimental."

As he turns into the building, he walks backwards into the door to hold it open for you. "Oh, so you think of me often?" He smirks at you.

You walk past him and roll your eyes hard, making sure he saw you. "You think you're so funny."

Jisung opens the door to his room, stepping aside to let you in first. “This is where I spend… most of my time. If I’m not at work.” 

“Where do you work by the way?” You step into the room, looking around at your surroundings. 

"I'll take you there sometime."

"Ooo," You look at him playfully, "Is it a host bar?"

He laughs, "Do you think I'd be a good fit for a host bar?"

You decide not to answer and instead, take a look at his room. It wasn’t exactly the way you had thought it would be. You thought it would be like every other guy’s room, extremely minimal with very little personality. To your surprise, he had a lot of belongings. You couldn’t help but smile at the small pile of plushies on his bed. 

He sees you looking at them and cleared his throat. “They’re from when I was younger.” 

You reached out to pick up one specific plush and patted its head. “This Pikachu didn’t come out until last year. I would know, I couldn't find a seller that still had it for months after it released.” You laugh at his embarrassed expression and place the Pikachu back down on his bed, moving on to the rest of his room. 

You walk towards a keyboard, fingers grazing over its keys. “Do you play?” 

“Yeah. Since I was 6.” Jisung watches you in the middle of his room with his eyes following you as you make your way around it.  

You nod silently and move on towards the corner that had an instrument cased propped up between a wall and a bookshelf. “Guitar too?” 

“I dabble.” 

You look through the books on his bookshelf, surprised to find numerous genres. Some manga, some horror stories, even a book about blue whales. There are a couple of textbooks as well, history and language specifically.

"Oh, you really do like physical copies of things, huh?" Your fingers touch over the spine of some CD cases. "Do you carry around a walkman too for your burned CDs?"

"No, of course not, I just like to buy my favorite albums is all."

Looking into Jisung’s room was like getting a look into who he truly was. If you're being honest with yourself, you're a little relieved that he was kind of a nerd. You find it dorky, cute, and very endearing. It was very much a breath of fresh air to find someone who didn't really care about what other people thought.

Finally, up against the wall adjacent to the window, is Jisung’s desk. He's got multiple monitors set up. There's the one in the center, curved, and to the left of it was a monitor that is turned vertical. Above the both, looked to be a large TV screen. There are little trinkets under the monitors: a cat shaped stress ball, a small figurine of what looked to be an anime girl, and a smaller metal figurine of a wolf. Next to the desk was a pretty substantial mic recording set up. 

“You make music?” 

“Uh. Sometimes.” He chuckles nervously, hurriedly going towards the bookshelf. He pulls out two notebooks, trying to change the subject. You find it really cute how shy he was being.

“Can I listen one day?” 

Jisung grabs a couple of pencils from a cup on his desk and bites on his lower lip, finally looking you in the eyes. “That seems like a third date kind of thing.”

Subconsciously, you hold your breath at the thought, a weird feeling in your stomach, akin to butterflies. 

For a dork, he was pretty smooth. 

“Wanna go to Hangang Park?” 

You sit on top of Jisung’s coat that he had brought specifically for you to sit on so your jeans wouldn’t get any grass stains on them. The both of you had found a spot that was shaded under a large tree, near a pedestrian pathway, on a slight hill to give you both the view of the Han River. 

While Han makes sure there were no ant hills around, you take a moment to look through the notebook he had given you. The margins are filled with doodles and comics, but its contents are of what seem like notes from a language class. 

“Okay. No bugs. No ants. We should be okay.” Jisung sits next to you and you shuffle your weight around to sit facing him. 

You hand him the other notebook and a pencil. “Okay, please don’t judge me if I can’t draw very well.” 

Jisung scrunches up his nose and shakes his head, “I’m sure I’ll like it either way:” He opens the notebook up and bends his knees towards his chest, using his legs as a makeshift drawing table. He holds the pencil in between his middle finger and thumb delicately, sketching very lightly on the paper. He glances back and forth between the paper and you. “How serious are we taking this? Can I just draw a stick figure?” 

You shake your head no with a small giggle and give a huff shortly afterwards, feigning annoyance. “Give it your best! I know I will, I want you to look at it and be amazed at how good of an artist I am. You're going to wanna frame this.” 

“Even if it wasn’t a Picasso, I’d still hang it up on the kitchen fridge.” 

“Gee, thanks mom.”  Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. 

Jisung gives you one last smile over his notebook before he focuses on sketching. 

The silence between you too is comfortable. Instead of idle chit chat, it is the sounds of pencils sketching on paper, birds chirping, the soft hum of cars on the road, people playing together by the river, the sound of a couple of bikes and the little ringing of their bells off in the distance. 

It's nice. 

You look up from your sketch momentarily. You took a drawing class back in high school, which lead you to taking more art classes in college, but you were never too serious about it; you just like sketching. Especially people. It was always fun to learn about a person just by studying their features so closely.

You draw out his brow bone that protrudes out from his forehead in a soft manner. His high cheekbones match in height, and his cheeks, even in concentration, rounds out to his sharp jawline. You sketched out his general features, starting with his nose and how it sloped downward at the tip. The shape of his lips: the bottom fuller than the top. 

 “Look up at me?”

He does as told and once you nod to signal that you had gotten what you needed, you both went back to sketching.

His eyes are wider in the inner corners and came together in a slight point upwards, his lashes are long and pointed straight down; you momentarily have a thought about how guys always had better lashes than you. 

You look back up at him, staring at his lips to make sure you had gotten the overall shape right. You frown when you weren’t getting it right. You glance back and forth between the sketch and Jisung, making minute adjustments. The corners of his lips naturally has a soft curve upwards, and although his top lip is thinner than his bottom, he has a decently pronounced cupid’s bow, which probably adds to the natural way his lips look like he was pouting most of the time. 

You squint at your drawing. You were so fixated on his lips. It was probably your favorite feature of his, but there was something off about it. You look back up at him, brows furrowing as you concentrate on his lips, dead set on getting it right. You sigh in frustration. 

“You okay?” 

The lips you had been staring at move and the deep voice behind it startle you, not expecting it at all. You were so lost in the task at hand, you forgot that he was actually there in front of you.

“Sorry, I just…” Your voice trails off. Admitting that you were staring at his lips, even if it were for the drawing, is embarrassing. 

He laughs and smiles at you for just a moment before he goes back to sketching, his lips falling back to a concentrated state. 

That movement was enough to give you what you needed. His bottom lip casted a shadow onto his chin, which you shade in to give that full pouty effect. 

“I think I’m almost done…” Jisung’s pencil strokes grow heavy as he finishes. “M’hm, done!” He exclaims, then turns his back to you before laying down in the grass. He looks up at you, his notebook against his chest, drawing face down so you wouldn’t be able to see it.

He tries to sneak a peek from his position on the ground by your legs, but you quickly turn your drawing away from him. “Not until I’m finished.”

“You’re taking so long, you better be getting every little detail of my handsome face.”

You refuse to look him in the eye, only catching glimpses of the smug look on his face through your peripherals. You notice a scar on the outer corner of his right eye. “What happened here?” You place the pad of your finger on your own face. 

“Ah,” He raises a hand in the air above his face to shield himself from the bright rays of sun. “When I was younger, I was running around in my classroom and I fell and hit my head on a desk and well…” He pauses his story momentarily to laugh at the memory, “I didn’t even notice it was bleeding until my teacher made a big deal about it. On the bright side, I got to go home early that day.” 

You couldn’t help but to smile fondly at the idea of Han Jisung as a child. “Were you a good kid?”

He scoffs and turns on his side to look at you. “Definitely not. My dad called me a naughty kid. Always had to take me to the hospital because I was just so clumsy.” He points at a scar in the center of his forehead. “I got this one because I was riding my tricycle around a parking lot. I was doing laps like I was a racecar driver or something and when I crossed the imaginary finish line, I threw my hands up in the air and crashed into a garden.” He rolls his eyes, recounting that specific memory and sighed. “I was such a dumb kid.” 

Silence overtakes you again as you go back to your drawing and you add the scar on his forehead. 

“What about you?” 

“Huh?” You don’t look away from your drawing, trying to hurry up and finish.

“Your eyebrow,” Jisung is looking up at you, his eyes examining your features as you had done to him. “It looks like you have a scar.” 

“Oh,” You kept sketching. “When I was a baby and just starting to learn how to walk, I busted it when I tried to stand up right under a table.” You rub at your brow where the scar was. “Actually, my mom used to tell me all the time that I was perfectly fine. I wasn’t crying at all! Then she picked me up and started babying me and that's when I started crying.” The smallest smile plays on your lips. “She called me her little actress.” 

“Have you ever tried acting?”

“No. God, no. I’m horrible at acting. I’m so easily read”.

“Okay!” You hold the notebook away from you, admiring your work. “I’m ready to share mine.” 

Jisung sits up and turns to face you again. “Don’t expect too much from me, I am not an artist at all.” He turns his notebook over to show you his drawing. 

You tilt your head with a smile, reaching out so you can bring the sketch closer for inspection. If he hadn’t told you he wasn’t an artist, you wouldn’t have believed him. He was definitely being modest, or maybe he just pays attention to all the small things on your face that made you you.

You weren’t immune to comparison and insecurities. Everyday was a battle. It could be as simple as the way your jeans felt on you that day, the way your hair refused to cooperate, maybe even the fact that you had to try an extra five times to get your eyeliner right. But the way Jisung had drawn you, it wasn’t about the way you looked; it was about what he had chose to emphasize: the kindness in your eyes, the concentration of your lips, the passion in your furrowed brows while you drew the portrait of him. 

To see yourself through someone else’s eyes was amazing, and to see yourself through Jisung’s eyes… 

Well, it was bringing a sort of warmth to your cheeks, a dizzying feeling in your head.

You exhale deeply and close your eyes, a little overwhelmed. When you open your eyes again, Jisung was looking up at you, brows together in concern. “Wait, are you okay? Is it ugly? Because I’m sorry if it is, I told you I wasn’t good at drawing! You’re not ugly, I promise. I just suc–” 

“No, it’s great, Jisung. Really. Thank you.” You smile and place a hand over his, gently squeezing it to convey your gratitude. 

The look of concern on his face melted away to a bright smile. 

“Here.” You flip your notebook over to show him your drawing. 

“Wow, Y/N. I didn’t know you could draw.” 

You shrug your shoulders casually, like it was no big deal. “I took a couple of classes.” 

Jisung’s smile widens as he admires your work, then suddenly, he points at a spot on the notebook. “You forgot something.” 

“I did?” You lean over, looking at where his finger was. He's pointing at his cheek. You look up quickly and notice that you did miss something. You quickly dot your pencil on the sketch to correct your mistake. 

“I call it my chocolate chip.” He says above you, over your head. 

Slowly, you look up, nervous at your proximity. 

You weren’t looking him in the eyes. You couldn’t do that for a couple of reasons: 1) complete embarrassment. You are very much up in his personal space. 2) You absolutely 100% did not want to see if he was looking at you. 

So instead, you’re looking at his mole on his right cheek which was dangerously close to his lips. 

His lips parted slightly and it takes everything you have to stare at the mole.

You felt so dumb. What was he talking about? Chocolate chips?

“I– I  like chocolate.” You said. 

Out loud. 

You said that out loud. 

His lips are pulled apart now as he laughs loudly, leaning so far back he eventually falls. 

You take the opportunity to straighten your posture and glance over at his form: laying back down on the grass, arms crossed over his stomach clutching his sides as he laughs. 

You cover your face, absolutely mortified. 

After a while, Jisung catches his breath and places a hand on the crown of your head, ruffling your hair in the process. 

“Y/N, it’s okay!” He's trying to comfort you, but it only makes you more embarrassed.

You drag your hands down your face and groan out loud. “No! It’s not! I’m so embarrased.”  You start to gather your things, closing your notebook and placing the pencils back in your bag. 

“I like chocolate?” You repeat yourself. “I like chocolate?!” At this point, you're just mocking yourself. 

Jisung tries to hold back his laughter, standing up before you could. He offers you a hand to help you up and you take it. You’re about to say thank you, when instead he says, “Hey, a lot of people like chocolate.” 

The smirk on his face is too too much. 

“Ugh, Han Jisung, stop making fun of me!” Your face is beat red, You stomp off, trying to create space between you two so you could calm down from all the embarrassment. 

Jisung follows after you, laughing. 

ending author's notes: Was talking to my friend Nikki about how these two are so incredibly wholesome. Was also talking about how this fic does have a warning of eventual smut. Also mentioned that I couldn't wait to ruin that wholesome image. :)

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Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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[love-strawberry]

3am talks cause i love you

summary : in which she's an amazing mcu actress and he's her biggest fan ever.

pairing : sebastian stan x reader

warnings : language

author's note : okayyy so a vERY HUGE THANKS TO @ateliefloresdaprimavera for giving me SO many ideas to form all this on, i love you angel <3 and evanora is y/n's character in the mcu and she's bucky's love interest and she dies in black widow okay? okay. and yeah, you'll find pieces of plot in the comments thank youuuuu

tagged : @mrsben-barnes @ateliefloresdaprimavera @0oolookitsme @slut4benbarnes @ellora-brekker

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y/n_ 1 week left till black widow is out everywhere!! this is so exciting!! i can't wait for you all to see this <33

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imsebastianstan after watching the movie, the only i can say is you're not ready for it. y/n_ i have watched you go through this movie with determination and passion with a bit of fangirl-ness for scarlet but i couldn't be more proud of you. it doesn't matter to me that you called me up at 3am just to talk about evanora and bucky's relationship because i loved those talks. and i love you <3

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y/n_ after more than a year of filming, we're finally here!! i can't believe that this is over, i had so so so much fun filming black widow. filming with scarlet and florence who are not only my sisters onscreen, they're my sisters irl too. i loved every second of it and i hope you do too!! thank you soooo much for giving this movie this much love!! i love you and thank you <3

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[welcome-to-green-hills]

I don't know what else to put in your inbox at the moment, but do you have any new headcanons for any of the Wachowskis?

I absolutely have a few to share, my dear!❤️✨ I really, really miss making headcanons here. I do apologize if these aren’t the best, I’m still recovering from burn out from Uni. Let’s see what I can come up with...

Family vacations are an excellent way for the clan to bond. It’s one of Tom’s favorite ways in bonding with his kids. Tom does all of the planning: he makes hotel reservations, plans the activities, packs the snacks, he even goes through all of the effort and packs everyone’s clothes for the trip (Everyone seems to do it last minute). While the kids adore going on trip, they hate the early morning hours they have to get up at in order to get to their destination.

Maddie is very sporty and loves the outdoors. She loves to go on hikes and morning runs with her kids. When it’s her day to plan family activities with everyone, it usually involves nature runs, rock climbing, and swimming. Tom will join them on occasion, but he’s often tired after the morning run. He’ll sit in the car to cool off while the kids and mom have fun.

After a tragic accident at the only Olive Garden in the state of Montana, the Wachowski family is banned from entering in every eating establishment. They are denied entry no matter what state they are in. However, the ban can be lifted if Tom and Knuckles apologize.

Tails is not allowed to touch the Roomba and microwave. Once was enough.

Tails absolutely loves to go dumpster diving for spare parts. He finds just about everything that he needs in order to make his invention. The problem with this is the time that he likes to go at. Tails wakes Tom up at 3am to go to the Greenhills Dump to fill the back of the pickup truck with items that he needs. This is a once a week ritual that Tom and Tails have formed together.

Whenever Knuckles leaves the house for the day, he always makes sure to return home with a rock to give to Maddie and one to add to his rock collection.

On stormy days, Sonic likes to sneak small animals into the house to keep them safe and dry from the rain. This has been a habit that Sonic formed when living in the forest. The rain was usually brutal and not safe to be out. He would bring them into his cave to wait out the rain. Sonic has brought home small birds and critters for months into the house until Maddie caught him. She helped him construct a bird house to put outside so that the birds and small animals had shelter during the storms.

Due to living ten years in the forest, Sonic know how to do various animal calls, as well as understand what each call is. This is how he communicated with the fauna back then.

He may look cute and fluffy, but Ozzie cusses like a sailor. The only one that understands his barking is Sonic. Sonic and Ozzie will bark at each other for hours.

Knuckles deathly afraid of pigeons.

Tails has severe anxiety and stims when he’s nervous.

Sonic fears the ghosts that live in the forest. That, and a few other things.

Each of the Wachowskis have a dark secret that they keep from each other (well, mostly. Tails knows and will gladly tell you them if you give him mints). Tails chases his tails when no one is watching, Sonic is secretly the king of a nursery of raccoons that hang out by the garage, Knuckles cannot enter the same room that a pigeon is in, Tom is a die hard Downton Abbey fan and has seen all of the specials, and Maddie has a tattoo.

Ear rubs are reserved between Maddie and Sonic only. No one else is allowed to give him ear rubs. However, you can give him head pats.

The Wachowski family celebrates Hanukkah, not Christmas. Sonic and Tom get the biggest kick out of it.

This happens in the Wachowski household more than you think that it does. However, this happens more with Tom and Sonic more than it does with Sonic and Tails.

More importantly, Tom and Maddie love their sons regardless of their past. The two love and accept all of them. They are proud to be called Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles’ parents.❤️✨

I hope that you enjoy my headcanons! Thank you for the ask!

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[haitaniapologist]

MY PAPA'S GOT A GUN. ( chapter seven. )

pairings — bonten!sanzu haruchiyo x assassin!female!reader

word count — 4.3k

chapter song — hayloft, mother mother.

warnings — a birthday party, mentions of ph*sical abuse (not to yn), fluff

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“are you hurt?” it was the first thing sanzu asked you as soon as you were inside his car. kokonoi and kakucho were long gone, and you two managed to sneak off after the bodies were found. 

the plan was for you two to pretend you were sneaking off to have sex and find the body of the diplomat, but since the vice principal was there too, it had a change of plans — koko needed to change some things in the room so it would look like a hate crime from the vice principal, and then a suicide. he was almost a pro in that, haru told you, while you pretend to cry between his arms. when the hall became too crowded, you two fled the scene. 

“physically?” you asked, hands smothering the silk of your dress while you got comfortable on the car seat. “no. i'm just a bit shaken up.” you admitted, eyes falling to your hands on your lap. you had already felt death so close that it felt as if you could feel her breath, and she had never scared you. but, back then, you didn't have anyone — your boss wouldn't care if you died, and all your friendships were shallow ones. now, however, the thought of dying and leaving those who you cultivated a relationship with, hurt like nothing ever did. 

haruchiyo put a hand on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh tenderly. you really did scare him when you didn't come back in the scheduled time — he knew he should trust you, but something in his gut said something was wrong. and he was right. 

he started the car, hand still on your leg, and you snuggled in the leather of the car seat, eyes growing heavy with sleep. “haru… thank you. for saving me.” you smiled at him, and haruchiyo's heart did a flip inside his chest — this was all what he had dreamed his entire life, and he almost lost it, twice. 

“i told you i would protect you, didn't i?” you nodded, interlacing your fingers with his, which were resting on your leg. “this is what husbands do, and i'm your husband, after all.” 

you giggled. “i like how this sounds. my husband.” 

he rolled his eyes, affectionately, and you giggled even more. “sleep, sweetcheeks. i'll wake you up when we arrive at the hotel, alright?”

you closed your eyes, smile on your face and hand clutching harder your husband’s one. it would probably be a small nap, since it wasn’t supposed to have much traffic in the way between the hotel room you and sanzu were going to stay the night — not your home, of course so nobody would follow you two and discover the plan and sachi wouldn’t be disturbed. 

but when you opened your eyes again, you were already in the hotel’s soft mattress, changed from your silk dress and into one of your husband’s shirts, and hearing some curses coming from the bathroom. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. 3AM. 

“you’re hurt?” you asked haru, leaning on the bathroom’s wall. you didn’t notice or even remembered to ask him when you two were in the car, and you winced because of that. what kind of wife you were, since you couldn’t even see that your husband was hurt? you didn’t wait for him to finish before you sat on the bathroom sink, taking the cotton piece embedded in alcohol from his hand and doing what he was going to — clean a wound on his shoulder.

haruchiyo settled himself between your legs, hands holding your hips. “well, somebody needed to make a distraction so nobody could miss you or that pig.” he hissed when the cotton hit his bare skin, and you frowned. you didn’t like to see him like that, and you knew how painful cleaning wounds could be. you had done that mine times before with yourself — alone, under the dim and weak light of your old apartment’s bathroom, not on a five-star hotel and to a man that you were attracted to. 

“thank you.” you whispered, and it seemed like haru wanted to say more, but you shut him applying more pressure to the cotton piece. “and i’m sorry. for what happened that night.” you started, making sure the wound was clean enough to not have an infection. “it wasn’t in my place to almost kill you.” 

“of course it was.” he promptly answered, his hold on your hips tightening just a little. “i was an asshole to you, and i know i was wrong about sachi knowing where the pills were.” he sighed, head falling on your shoulder. “i just thought it would be better if she knew about them, then not knowing at all.” haruchiyo was an asshole to you, but that was the only way he knew how to behave — he was bonten’s number two, and nobody could say he was wrong. because he never had been before, and, now that he was your husband, he needed to accept the fact that he wasn’t only bonten’s number two. he was a husband and a father, who swore to protect you and sachi — but he didn’t know how to be any of those things.

you discarded the cotton piece in the sink and passed your arms through his shoulders, bringing sanzu’s body impossible closer to yours. “it’s okay. i shouldn’t have compared you to my father, either. you aren’t like him.” you confessed, giving his hair a kiss. “and you aren’t going to raise sachi to be like me, you’re doing what you thought is the best.” 

you gasped when he pinched your skin, haru’s hands traveling from your hips to cup your face. “i hope i’m raising sachi to be like you.” you never saw his green eyes with so many emotions, not even when you two were fighting. it was mesmerizing — and it left you anxious, because you didn’t know what they were. “i hope she grows to be as strong and kind as you are. nobody in the world would agree to be my wife.” 

you felt your cheeks heating up and you tried to turn your face to stop looking at him, but the hold he had on your cheeks didn’t allow you that. “maybe i’m just crazy.” 

“then you’re my crazy girl.” 

you playfully rolled your eyes, trying to avoid looking at him once more. this atmosphere was nice — was everything you ever thought a marriage to be, and you were happy you were able to experience such things. sanzu would, for sure, doom all the other relationships you would have. 

his fingers started to trace your skin and you sigh. “kiss me, please.” you begged, breathless, opening your eyes again. it was unfair, how sanzu was even more beautiful posing as bonten's number two than as the character he had come up to make the mission a success — his posture was different, it was dangerous, and the lazy smile gracing his lips made your legs weak. even the earring adorning his ears were fitting.

haruchiyo didn't answer, heart beating fast inside his ribcage — your lips were the sweetest that ever touched his, and he knew he wouldn't be able to live without your kiss. so he answered your pleas, closing the distance between your faces with a swift movement. he would never grow tired of the feeling of your soft lips, hungry yet still a bit shy, against his own chapped ones. it was like you were made for him — the way your body reacted to his touches was driving him crazy. 

you gasped when your husband hoisted your legs up, and you held on his shoulders to support yourself, as well intertwining your legs on his back. you couldn't concentrate on anything more than the warmth irradiating from his body or his warm hands on the back of your thighs, only noticing you were being placed on the room's bed when you hit the mattress. sanzu hovered over you, arms on each side of your face, eyes embedded with sleep. 

a giggle escaped your lips and you brought his head to rest on your chest. he said nothing, only kissing the exposed skin of your clavicle, before you two drifted off to sleep. 

— 

“mama! papa!” sachi screamed as soon as you two left the car, her small legs making her run towards you two. the babysitter gave you a panicked look, but you dismissed her worries with a kind smile on her face, welcoming your daughter’s embrace — that was being held up by her father’s arm. “i missed you two so much.” you cooed at the teary tone of her voice, taking her from sanzu’s arm to hug her tight to your chest. 

you let her cry her longing for you two away between your arms, while haru paid the babysitter and you were inside your home once more. 

“why is my baby girl crying?” he asked while you sat on the sofa, sachi still in your arms. her small sobs became whimpers, and she lifted her head up from your chest, making grabby hands to her father. sanzu sat next to you, passing a hand around your shoulder and holding sachi with the free one. 

she sniffed. “because you two left me all alone in the house!” you tried not to giggle at her angry expression, snuggling on your husband’s body. 

“papa said he and mama had a working meeting to go to, didn’t he?” he tried to reason with her, an amused expression on his face. you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning. it had been a long night yesterday. “it wasn’t a good place for a little girl to go, and the babysitter was with you.” 

sachi pouted. but before she could say anything, you tried to change the subject. she was an intelligent kid, and you didn’t know if you could keep the secret of the nature of the job from her. “but now we are here, aren't we, baby?” she nodded and you smiled while she snuggled on her father like you were doing. “and we have a birthday party to plan, don’t we?”

haru hummed, fingers poking sachi’s cheeks. “someone is going to turn five next week.” he teased, and the little girl giggled. you sighed contently. 

your house was finally a home again. 

— 

planning a five-year-old birthday party wasn’t an easy task. you really thought it would be — you didn’t have much experience while planning such a thing, but you thought it was going to be easier. you killed people for a living, nothing could be worse than that. 

but sachi proved you wrong. 

she was an angel, like always, and the budget for the party was, according to your husband’s words, the universe. sanzu said you two could buy anything you would like, and that was the problem. sachi wanted everything and nothing at the same time. 

the theme of her birthday was going to be about her favorite shark cartoon, but she also wanted strawberries and the main color should be pink — and she, you and haru needed to wear matching outfits. at the end of every day you were exhausted, but seeing the smile on her face whenever she told her father what you had bought or did when he was away was the best reward you could have in your entire life. 

but sanzu wasn't happy with the pink strawberry shirt you two bought for him to use, since you and sachi were going to use pink strawberry matching dresses. 

“but papa!” she pouted, her little arms crossed over her chest. “me and mama are going to use matching outfits! it'll show everyone we are a family.” you watched as the scene unfolded while you were making dinner, your husband and daughter arguing in the living room. sanzu was seated on the sofa, eyeing the shirt, while sachi was standing in front of him. “you won't be allowed to come to my birthday party if you don't wear it.” she stomped her feet on the ground and you need to control yourself to not fall in a fit of giggles. both of them had the same attitude. 

“sachi, baby, it's not like i don't want to wear matching outfits with you.” haru tried to explain, a bit of desperation lacing his voice. “but pink? papa's hair is already pink.” 

“and this is why it's my favorite color!” you smiled fondly at them, and you saw that sanzu was losing all composure — and would accept his daughter's wish. “if you wear it, papa, mama will give you a kiss!” 

“oh?” haru asked, sitting straighter on the sofa. “then i'll wear it.” 

sachi squealed and gave her father a kiss on his cheeks, running to her room. she was excited to make the invitations to her loved ones — her friends from school and her uncles from bonten, who would come to your house in disguise — and you were happy to see her so excited about something. to see her happy was what you needed.

too lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice haru approaching you, gasping when his arms encircled your waist from behind and his lips touched the exposed skin of your neck. “i think mama is supposed to kiss me.” 

“you're a big baby.” you playfully rolled your eyes, finishing dinner's last touches, with your husband trailing behind you. 

“but i'm your big baby.” you giggled when he hugged you tighter, head in the comfort of the soft skin of your neck, your hand resting on his pink hair and stroking it. “and sachi your little one.” he added, in case the little girl was listening. you noticed that, after the gala, sachi started to spy on you two whenever you two were alone, or trying to make you both interact physically. 

you nodded and sanzu turned you on his hold, hands now on your cheeks and bringing your face closer to his. you pecked his lips with the most care in the world, hands on his neck and head only filled with thoughts of him. 

“this looks so much like the soap operas kiyoko said she watches!” sachi said, making you two almost jump at the feeling of getting caught — but your husband didn't let go of you, only hugging you tight and watching as sachi got comfortable on her high chair. 

“yes, but papa loves mama more than those soap opera guys love their girls.” 

— 

you would never stop loving seeing sachi being happy. 

you and your husband woke her up with breakfast in bed, all her favorite foods on a plate for her to eat, with a small pink cake with a pink candle, in the shape of the number five. it had been just a month since you knew her, but you couldn’t help yourself but feel emotional seeing her growing up. if you were feeling like that, you wondered what was going inside sanzu’s head. he was the one who held her when she was nothing but a baby, who watched her saying her first words and seeing her first steps. 

it was such moments that you wished you could experience at least once in your life, but you didn’t care that it wasn’t with sachi, even if you wanted it. what mattered with her was the present, not the past or the future — you weren’t there when she was a baby, and your future as her mother had more uncertain than certain. 

but you couldn’t care less, seeing her big green eyes full of love and adoration looking up at you. 

after breakfast and a cuddle session in family, sanzu gifted both you and sachi a morning in the spa, so you two could get ready for her party without the stress of making sure everything was presentable in your house. he and takeomi would take care of the decoration, alongside kokonoi if he was in the mood. the car ride was pleasant, and when you two arrived at the spa, the staff gave sachi a crown and matching robes for you two — hers said “birthday girl”, and yours was “birthday girl’s mommy”. it was adorable, and you made sure you took as many photos as you could to send them to your husband.

you were impressed by how many activities a spa for a little girl could have, going from skin care to nail care, and, by lunchtime, you and sachi were looking like princesses. they served you both lunch, that consisted of nutritionally balanced foods — but shaped in forms that would make a newly made five-year-old to want to eat them — and a few desserts that you never in your entire life. after lunch, a hairdresser took care of both of you — giving your hair beautiful curls and making the cutest pigtails you ever saw on sachi’s white locks — and a makeup artist took care of your face and applied the same shade of lipgloss on sachi’s lips. 

a driver came to pick both of you in an unfamiliar car, and your first instinct was to call for your husband — to make sure that driver was a bonten member, and not a rival gang’s. after the driver left you and sachi in your home, you made sure she was with her eyes closed to not see the party’s decorations when you brought her to her room, blowing kisses to your husband and takeomi. 

both of your dresses were in her room, and you helped her to get ready while she helped you. 

sachi was the cutest girl in the world, and you almost cried seeing how adorable she was. “mama, let’s take a photo!” she exclaimed excitedly, taking your phone that was resting on her bed and giving it to you. 

you didn’t just take one, but a ton of them. 

you tried to distract her as much as you could until haru texted you, saying everyone arrived and you two could come down to the living room. “let’s go, baby?” you extended your hand to her, but sachi lifted her arms and pouted. 

“i want mama to carry me.” you couldn't say no and promptly held her between your arms, her pout not leaving her face. you got a bit worried as to why she was behaving like that, thinking she would be more excited in the moment of her party, but she seemed anxious and even a bit sad. 

“sachi, what happened?” you asked her, sitting on her bed. 

“i don’t think papa is wearing his shirt.” she admitted after a few moments of silence, and your heart contracted hearing her words. you knew he was because you saw before, but she didn’t. 

you smiled at her, stroking her cheek. “i saw papa, baby. and he looks like the most handsome man in the world wearing the shirt you chose for him.” you tried to comfort her, hand rubbing circles — as much as you could to not put wrinkles on her dress — on sachi’s back. “and you’ll never see him if we don’t go downstairs.” 

she nodded and you got up, still carrying her between your arms. as soon as you left the room, she spoke up again. “mama, do you love papa?”

it was something you were fighting back almost since day one to acknowledge the truth — but now you couldn’t run away from it. saying it out loud would only make it become real, too real, and you knew your heart would be broken at the end. but it would be another scar to your already scarred heart, but one that would bleed for days and years to come. you would never get over him, and probably no other man would be able to fulfill the empty space he would leave in your heart.

you smiled at sachi, watching her eyes fill with love — and hope? — at your answer. “yes, baby, i do. like i never loved someone else before.”

—

you teared up seeing sachi interact with everyone.

sanzu kept an arm around your waist during the whole party, eyeing his bonten colleagues that dared to lay an eye on you. it was just a small gathering, with the seven bonten members besides your husband, aya and shouta, and kiyoko — sachi’s newest friend at school — and her babysitter. but the boys still needed to wear disguises and cover their tattoos because of aya and the babysitter, as nobody wanted to make such a plan fail.

takeomi was kiyoomi, haru’s cousin; ran and rindou became the twins rantaro and rintaro, college friends of sanzu; kokonoi was hajime (the only who didn’t want to change his name), kakucho was kakuyuki and mikey was jiro, middle school friends of your husband and mochi was just mochi, your stepbrother. you and haru needed to contain the urge to laugh because of the fake names — anyone who saw the news could pinpoint who they were, despite the wings and makeup, but it was sweet as how they tried to keep what sachi called them on the fake names.

you excused yourself from your husband’s and his friend’s companion to talk with the ladies, aya welcoming you with a warm smile and a tight hug. but something about her seemed off, despite her ways to try to cover it. kiyoko’s babysitter looked like a grandma and she treated you as if she was yours, and you were grateful for that. they seemed to have bought the story the boys told them.

but your peace was interrupted when aya called you to the kitchen, a nervous expression on her face.

“those are bonten’s men, aren’t they?” she asked as soon as you two were alone. you could hear the children’s giggles and the men's loud laughs, but you couldn’t concentrate on any of it, dread ran through your veins — the plan was over now. if you didn’t kill her — oh god, what you’ve become? — you would be separated from your family.

you froze in your place, words stuck in your throat.

“i always knew sanzu’s scars were familiar.” she started once more, a nervous expression in her face. “masahito said to me to take care if i ever saw two diamond scars on a man’s face. but i couldn’t believe it when i saw him with you and sachi.”

“aya…” you didn’t even know what to say. you had lied to her since the beginning, but you couldn’t lose your family. not now. not when you finally opened your heart again to love, or when you finally felt as if you belonged somewhere. 

“who is bonten's target?” her voice didn’t hold the coldness you thought it would, and you furrowed your brows in confusion. 

you tried to soften your expression, seeing her nervous features. “masahito.” 

you never saw a woman looking so happy knowing that her husband was being targeted to die. but could you blame her? aya never said anything explicitly about the physical abuse her husband put her into, you just knew about it because of the bruises she insisted they were just accidents. 

“not shouta?” she visibly relaxed when you nodded in negation, and you gave her a smile. 

“i promise nothing will ever happen to him and, when his father is dead, he’ll have bonten’s protection if you agree to collaborate with us.” you offered, extending your hand towards your friend. she shook it and, unlike the first time you met her, her grip was stronger. 

you two sat around the kitchen’s table, and you explained the whole situation to her — from the fact that your marriage to sanzu was a sham, and that you only knew then for about a month and not years like the story you first told her, how you loved your fake husband and fake daughter as if they were yours, and how insane you were going because of it. 

but you couldn't bear to look at her eyes and see the pity dripping from them. you knew what she was thinking — that you were a fool for having feelings for sanzu or feeling like sachi is really your daughter. that you should stop right now before you hurt yourself even more. but the words leaving her lips surprised you. “i know they love you as much as you love them. sachi never shuts up about you and sanzu… i wish my husband looked at me like he looks at you.” 

before you could say anything, sachi's voice echoed through your house. “my papa's got a gun, you better run, shouta!” 

—

you closed sachi's door, a tired expression adorning your features. the party was amazing, and you could see how everyone loved the little girl — she was so lucky to have such loving individuals around her that, even though they were criminals, still indulged in her childish antics. 

opening the door to your shared bedroom, you stripped from your strawberry dress, searching for a comfortable nightgown to wear. since you and sanzu started to become more touchy with each other, you tried to use more appealing night clothes — you weren't trying to seduce him, but the lust in his green eyes whenever he saw you wearing a silk nightgown fuelled your ego.

you smiled at him, who was sitting in the bed, a frown on his face. but he patted his thigh and you followed his orders, legs straddling his and hands around his shoulders, lips pampering kisses on his neck. but he seemed more tense than usual, and you held his face between your hands. “what happened?” 

“a job." he whispered against your mouth. "this can be the last time i'll kiss your lips, y/n.”

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[lostghost0o0]

What do you think the Shepards do at a Latino party

OH WOW!! :D Thank you, I’m actually so happy that someone asked me something lol! But I’m gonna be honest, with the limited info we have about the Shepards it’s kinda hard for me to come up with stuff. So, sorry if their not as satisfactory as the last ones… :/ ANYWAYS-

Tim -

I feel like when Tim isn’t trying to kill somebody he’s actually pretty chill

he’ll kind just be standing around and listening to other people’s conversations

he’ll join in sometimes

similar to Dallas, he would probably become buddies with the cholo cousin

they’d relate with each other’s experiences

similar to Darry, he’s actually quite responsible

he’d definitely have a soft spot for the little kids

when the ice cream man comes around you can just see him walk up to the truck, wallet in hand and a whole bunch of kids following him

whenever the kids are around him, the adults would refer to them as his kids; “Ahí va el, con sus hijos.”

he’ll pretend not to like the kids and yell and scold them, but he’ll do it with a small smirk

when getting food, he’ll ask if the salsa is spicy lol

“Hey, is this thing spicy?”; “Nah. No pica.”

that was a fucking lie

Tim’s face turned red and he started to cough, he put a whole bunch of salsa on his food 😭

the tios just laughed at him and pat his back

Tim would also sit with the adults and listen to their stories of their childhood/ life in Mexico

their ghost stories are the only ones that freak him out

literally all the kids including Curly and Angela are asleep but Tim is still taking with the adults. It’s 3AM

Angela -

the tias don’t really like her, some might talk bad about her behind her back

they’d say stuff like; “Ella se cree mucho.” which basically means that she’s conceited or thinks she’s better than everyone else

canonically, she is very pretty, so the primos would all probably be asking for her number

the primas think she’s a bit of a toxica, but they still like her and think she’s pretty

they teach her how to dance and she learns pretty fast

she’d ask all the primos to dance huapango with her and of course they would

she tried to get Pony to dance with her and he would always refuse so she just gave up

she drank a whole shit ton of jamaica thinking it was wine, but it’s just juice

she still liked it though

she finds little kids annoying and she tries to stay as far away from them as possible, but they bug her just to spite her

she WANTED to talk with the primos in that one room, but as soon as she saw Cherry with them she rolled her eyes and walked away

she ended up talking with that one shy prima who was sitting alone at the party and they actually really got along

they sneak off to the corner store to get snacks and get some fresh air (I’ve also done this with my primos)

but they get caught and the adults scold them

they ended up staying in the prima’s room all night doing each other’s makeup

they would talk shit about boys and Angela would actually be the one to spill the chismé

Curly -

first thing he does is pick on the kids

he scares them and chases them around causing some kids to cry

he stops when a tia takes out a thick ass belt and threatens to whoop his ass

he pretended that he wasn’t scared of her but in reality he found her intimidating

he would also sneak off to the corner store, but with a group of a bunch of primos and the “fun Tio”

Everything was fine till Curly got caught trying to steal beer

he’d probably start a fight with the slick back primo and one of the Tios would have to break it up

the kids ended up ganging up on him and dragging him with them to sell bracelets around the neighborhood( has happened to one of my primos)

he actually really helped with the sales

when playing loteria, he would cheat and when nobody was looking he would steal some quarters from the cazito

everyone was invited to the next party except for Curly 💀

#the outsiders #twttin #se hinton #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #the outsiders hcs #I feel like this sucks #I actually struggled with this #i hope this is okay! #:) <3

[vampire-scones]

I bring you: Heather, Billy, and Chrissy friendship. They are besties. As close as they could possibly be. They would die for each other. They will often have sleep overs as Heather’s place as her parents love both Chrissy and Billy and they have enough faith their daughter is throwing an orgy.

When Billy is having a particularly rough time with his dad the girls are there for him. He alternates between staying at heather’s place and sneaking into Chrissy’s window. When he finally decides he is going back home Chrissy and Heather will apply fresh lipstick and cover him in kisses, just to get Neil off his back for a little bit.

Chrissy always confides in Heather and Billy when he mom is being horrible or if Jason has said something that makes her feel bad. Billy takes joy in making Jason jealous when they happens and both of them will shower Chrissy in compliments whenever her mother is around if they are hanging out at Chrissy’s house. As dinners Heather will often take a little extra food and store it away for Chrissy to eat later. She also loves to empty out all of Laura Cunningham’s perfume bottles into her own empty ones. Laura hasn’t caught on yet so it’s Heather’s favourite way to mess with her.

Heather freaks out a bit when she realizes she likes girls. When she realizes she watches Robin a bit more than a regular person should and when she realizes Robin is responsible for those butterflies in her tummy. She sobs to Billy and Chrissy during on of their sleepovers. She wakes up at 3am and can’t help herself. As soon as Chrissy and Billy are awake they are by her side and holding her. Billy is telling her it’s not wrong. That he likes boys and he hasn’t gone to hell yet. Chrissy just holds her and tells her they will help find her the perfect girlfriend. That they will figure out what way Robin swings for her. And Heather feels a little better. But that night no one gets sleep. Billy and Chrissy don’t mind. They love Heather and would sit with her through anything. And Heather would do the same.

They just love each other.

#i love them your honor #I saw a hc with Billy and Heather #and I was like #why can’t they all be besties #so now they are all besties #I think it’s cute #and I think they would all help eachother #image them all fighting demodogs together #vecna attack squad #they all cry together after Billy and Heather get flayed #and then after Eddie saves Chrissy they sob again #stranger things #i am a smol creture #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #heather holloway

[frostbite-yinny]

*gets inside the sanctuary* Hello ^^ I'd like to adopt a Pokemon... That would be able to be friends with a Hisuian Typhlosion (don't ask how idk how my jothonian quilava turned into a ancient Typhlosion) ,Driftblim, Noivern, Mimikyu and galvantula?

I'm currently in paldea for school reasons

Hey there! We can definitely find you a fit :D So, it seems that you are not looking for one specific type, has fully evolved Pokemon so I'm assuming you battle and you probably won't be able to take care of a Pokemon with heavy special needs since you are in a region for school and likely to move back and forth a lot.

With that in mind, I mostly went for paldean pokemon with a few mentions and suggestions of eggs at the end:

BEEP BEEP the dudunsparce: BEEP BEEP's egg (he is registered with full caps but responds to just beep) has been bought by a private elementary school. You know, small, generally weak, and lazy Pokemon. Perfect class pet, right? Wrong. BEEP BEEP wanted to battle the second he hatched, he was hungry, for blood. The school tried to keep him relatively satisfied by letting the students battle him but it was never enough for him. On a Monday, he was found fully evolved, sleeping in the classroom. This little psycho sneaked out every night to fight anything and everyone that he came across. Regular exercise and battling are a must for him to get ahead of his… destructive behavior.

Grafaiai A.K.A the little asshole: I talked about him in the shelter before, he is still here, please take him. This little shit used to have a teenager trainer who teaches him to flip people off. The teenage girl's mother dropped the grafaiai saying that it was a bad influence, like her 'little angel' wasn't the one who thought him to flip people off. So, yeah, I don't like him. I once had to come to the shelter at 3am cuz a newbie was freaking out about him getting sick because he has no idea what to do. Apparently, he was feeding a sick ponyta treats to raise its mood and it started to act sick for treats. I tried to scold him for his behavior. He flipped me off. Take him. (I don't actually hate him, he is adorable and deserves a good home, I'm just salty)

Dame Agatha the Tinkatuff: Dame Agatha is a Pokemon that earned the Dame title through hard work. She used to belong to a company that provided personal bodyguard services. She was dropped here after the company was sold to a bigger one and they made it private. She is a very loyal Pokemon. She is strong, level-headed, and even trained to not attack any steel types unless given the OK. I must warn you thought, she is pretty close to evolution.

Now, a few pokemon that I think could interest you: Blitz the Grumpig (he used to be a circus performer), a grimer, around 24 morelull (I hate shiny breeders with a burning passion) a VERY chonky Clodsire, a poor-sighted Rockruff and a Sentret

Finally, a few eggs if you are interested in those: A sunkern egg, 4 different eggs from Paldea (we have no idea whats in them), a Minccino egg, 2 larvesta eggs, a sneasel egg, a Flittle egg and what we think is a charcadet egg (might be any fire type)

And anyone else that is interested in adopting, can feel free to ask me for more or adopt these pokemon I put up here :D

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #pokeblogging #pokemon #pokémon irl #real pokemon #pokemon in real life #unreality #pokemon rp #pokeblogging rp #pokeblogger #pokeblog #pokeblog rp

[litgwritersroom]

IF YOU LIKE PIÑA COLADAS

Graham / MC - 3400+ words - @mrsbsmooth

If you like making love at midnight...

Graham remembered the first time he felt it. He was six. Six-and-a-half, maybe, and deathly afraid of the water. So his older brother picked him up, planted him on a small raft, and pushed him out into a rushing, raging river. He’d been terrified, screaming and crying, but soon realised he had a choice. Jump off and get pulled under, or fight to control his small craft. And the second be placed the oar into the water, he’d fallen in love with the feeling. The water underneath him, as he navigated his tiny canoe around what was surely just a bubbling brook. But to him, it had felt like Niagra falls. 

Who knew that he’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life?

When he and Mara had gotten serious, he’d transferred to being office-based. Meaning he’d transferred ashore. 

He missed the open ocean so badly. The rush of the sea spray on his face. The turmoil, the chaos, the unpredictability of it.

The risk. The thrill. The excitement. 

And it wasn’t just his work that had him feeling like something was missing. 

He’d been with Mara for three-and-a-half years. Living together for two. He'd realised it on a Friday night, mediocre leftovers in the fridge. Another re-run of a Location, Location, Location while they both scrolled through their phones, followed by mediocre sex. Him on top, fucking her until she half-heartedly came, rolling onto his back, and her riding him until he came, just as apathetically. 

Every Friday was the same. Saturday was the same, but with Indian food. Sundays, they went to his Gran’s. But even that had lost its appeal. He’d always appreciated the calm waters of a routine, but this was…

This wasn’t how he wanted to live the rest of his life. 

It had always been so easy in the beginning. So carefree. It used to be fun. 

Randomly picking a TV show, binge watching the whole thing, and staying up until 3am debating which episode was best. Making tropical cocktails in the middle of winter, and going skinny dipping in the bay. Trying every pizza place in town, loudly arguing over the pros and cons of each ingredient.

Getting dressed up, just because. Him in his nicely fitted shirt. Her in that bright yellow sundress she always used to wear in the beginning. 

Touching her used to feel electric. Every time she’d glanced at him, he’d gone weak at the knees, and rock hard in the pants. Going down on her in the back of his car. Her sneaking them onto some random sailboat, handcuffing him to the mast, and blowing him. He could’ve taken her in any position, and she’d have been begging him for it. Their chemistry had been off the charts. 

She’d challenged him. Wound him up. Made him laugh. Driven him stark-raving mad. But the spark with her had disappeared so suddenly it was like it had been smothered in sand. 

He wanted to surprise each other with new hobbies. Be experimental in bed. Try new restaurants. Visit new countries. Lie under the stars, pointing out constellations to each other, instead of on their backs in bed, staring in silence at the ceiling.

He loved Mara, he loved her so much… but he was drowning. The routine was sucking the air, life, and energy out of him. He just needed to find that excitement again. The adrenaline rush of something unknown.

So he signed up to Captain a three-month research expedition to the middle of the Atlantic without telling her. 

He didn’t tell her until the week he was due to leave. And when he did, he knew it was the right thing to do. 

Because she was relieved.

****

He dumped his bag into his cabin, looking around what was to be his home for the next three months. A bed, a wardrobe, a small TV, and a small bathroom. Perfect. Back to basics, nothing he had to worry about tidying up, or making look neat. Just somewhere to store his pyjamas, brush his teeth, and sleep. Perfect.

“Oi oi, Captain?”

Graham chuckled, turning to smile at the voice behind him. “Didn’t think you’d actually show up, sailor.”

“You having a laugh? Best mate is your first mate, them’s the rules. This is basically a boys trip.”

Gary opened the door to his cabin, next door to Graham’s and dumped his stuff on the bed. 

“It’s not a boys trip, it’s a work trip I hired my best mate for.”

Gary grinned. “Sounds like a boys trip to me, Cap?”

*****

Graham didn’t have much in common with the marine biologists he was transporting, and he and Gary took opposite shifts steering the ship, so for the most part, Graham kept to himself. Watching movies. Reading. Surfing the internet. Listening to music he’d not had a chance to listen to. 

He was only about 2 weeks before he realised he was going to get bored of this very quickly, so he started reluctantly telling Gary about the situation with Mara. On the ‘space’ they were taking, and what it meant. 

Once they’d arrived at their coordinates, they had about twenty-four hours of absolutely nothing while the scientists took coral samples and went diving. So Graham found himself in his bedroom, settling in for a sleep.

“Oi, Graham, wake up, you lug.” Gary called, banging loudly on his door. Without waiting for a response. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Graham sat up, and Gary handed him his laptop, which had, up until recently, been sitting inside his locked cabin. “Oi, when did you take that?”

“Never mind. Look at this.” Gary grinned.

Gary turned it toward him, and Graham glanced down at the screen.

It was a dating profile. Or… a profile of some sort. It didn’t have a picture, but it was unmistakably his. 

Male, 25-30 Looking for: Friends, Something more? Height: 6"4 Weight: Muscular Tattoos: Yes. Lots Likes: Adrenaline junkies. BDSM. Seafood. Generally being wild and unpredictable. Dislikes: Routine. Staying still.

He frowned. “Gary, Mara and I are still together.”

“You’re on a boat for three months, mate, and you’re not allowed to talk to her. On here, all you’re doing is talking to people. You’re not fucking any of them, unless one of them’s on this boat. Anyway, this website is for ‘friends’. And you’ve got a lot of lovely ladies looking to be friends with you. You’ve already got about 40 messages”

“I… what? This is live!?”

“Yup, and might I say, some of these girls are very keen to get to know you.”

“No, they’re keen to get to know…” he glanced down at the username Gary had given him. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69

“Oh, fuck you.”

Gary cracked up laughing. “Bobby came up with it. I couldn’t help it, mate. It’s too good.”

Graham rolled his eyes, but sighed. He knew what these long trips were like. Having someone to talk to other than Gary would probably be a welcome distraction. And he and Mara had promised to avoid speaking to each other as much as possible. 

So, with all the world’s reluctance, he glanced down at the first message - an explicit description of how she’d make him stay still if he was in her bed. 

Graham frowned, and turned the screen toward Gary. 

“I don’t think PentagramDownUnder wants to be just friends.”

Gary’s eyes went wide as he read the message, whistling. “Damn. Maybe I should make a profile for me. She sounds flames”

He immediately wrote back. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: Hi, thanks so much, but just looking for friends at the moment. Idiot mate set it up.

Gary’s mouth widened in surprise. “You’re nuts, mate. She sounds hot!”

“Yeah, and I’m not looking for hot, mate. I’m looking for someone to talk to while you’re on shift.”

Gary winked at him. “Could be both, you know?”

Graham frowned at him again. 

Gary sighed, shaking his head. “Fine. I’m going to bed. But if you’re planning on replying to every single one of those girls and turning them down, you’re going to be up all night. Just remember to give them a fake name, and never send them any money.”

****

Graham sighed as Gary left the room, and he started going through the messages. Girl after girl after girl, obsessing over his height. Asking to see pictures of his tattoos. Asking about what kind of ‘niche hobbies’ he was into. It seemed to be some sort of coded sex thing. 

He replied to every single one of them, one after the other, telling them he wasn’t interested in that kind of a relationship. 

But just as he got through the last message, a new one appeared. 

Pina-coladas: Hi! Your profile reads like a mate set it up for you. Either that, or you’re a colossal twat.

Graham laughed out loud, and smiled, before typing out a response. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: What if it’s both?

He was just about to close the laptop, when he got an immediate response. 

Pina-coladas: Then you sound like just my type lol

He chuckled, before typing out the response he’d sent to every other girl on the site thus far. Not interested in that kind of thing, just looking for friends, etc. etc. 

Again, an immediate response. 

Pina-coladas: Lol, no worries. I’m mostly looking for someone to chat to as well. Just seem to get on well with twats? Wonder what that says about me lol

Graham laughed loudly again. She was disarmingly nice. He checked her profile

Pina-coladas Female, 25-30 Looking for: Friends, Something more? Height: Needs a stepladder to reach things Weight: Slim Tattoos: Yes. Lots Likes: Adventures, being reckless, dares, and amateur extreme sports Dislikes: Being normal.

Graham’s eyes widened slightly at her profile. He’d never considered there might be other people in the same boat as him. Not literally. There were plenty of other people on this boat. But other than Gary, none of them seemed to be the chatting type. He sent her a message back. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: It says you sound like fun lol. I just checked your profile. Amateur extreme sports? 

Pina-coladas: Yeah, like parkour

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: Is that the thing where you climb walls and go jumping over buildings?

Pina-coladas: Yep. I count riding a trolley through the carpark as parkour though.

Graham sniggered so loudly he was worried he’d wake Gary in the next cabin. He clapped a hand to his mouth, stifling his laugh, smiling like an idiot. She was funny. His computer dinged again

Pina-coladas: Like I said… amateur.

He laughed again, and started tapping out a reply, joking back and forth about the types of amateur extreme sports you could get up to in a carpark. 

Pina-coladas: So, are you going to tell me your name? Or am I just going to have to start calling you Carpet?

Graham grinned, but hesitated for a moment. Gary had told him to use a fake name, which he’d thought was silly. Even on the miniscule chance that he met someone who knew Mara, it was just talking. What did it matter if Mara found out that he was chatting to someone online? Using a fake name made him look like he had something to hide. 

So it was almost as big of a surprise to Graham when his fingers seemed to type a response of his own accord.

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: Simon :)

Pina-coladas: Nice to meet you Simon, I’m Leah

Graham was up well into the night talking to her, laughing and grinning widely at how easily they seemed to click. Leah was unbelievably funny. Smart as a whip. Wild. 

And up for anything. 

He made a mental note to tell Gary in the morning.

*****

He did tell Gary in the morning.

He told her all about the very, very funny girl he’d ended up talking to for hours. 

He told Gary a lot of things over the next few weeks, actually. 

Leah was… she was something special. They’d agreed early on to not swap any personal details. Being completely anonymous made it fun. But he’d spoken to her almost every day since the first day, and every day he seemed to be more excited to be able to reply to her message. 

His shift was irregular on the ship, so he didn’t always catch her when she was online, but they’d started doing stupid new things together. Mixing weird things together in the kitchen. Streaming weird, foreign movies online… Their newest obsession was crochet, which, one of the Marine Biologists was also very into, and was more than happy to give him the yarn for. He ended up making a crochet cover for the ship’s kettle. When he told Leah about it, she laughed so hard she said she very nearly peed herself. 

It wasn’t long before he found himself with a little bit of a crush on her.

He settled with his laptop outside on the bow. The air was so clear out here. There was almost no light pollution whatsoever. 

Pina-coladas: How was work? Are you outside?

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: Sure am, it’s bloody cold though. You?

Pina-coladas: Yup :) and aww, sorry. I’d share my blanket, but… you know. The internet.

He lay back, looking up at the stars, as they listened to a podcast together about the constellations. The podcast’s host was a woman with the most beautiful, soft voice, and Graham found himself picturing Leah next to him. Talking to him about the stars. What she liked about them. Wondering together at how many they could see, and what was out there. 

The guilt had hit him like a tidal wave. He still, for all intents and purposes, had a girlfriend. But the two months he’d been away from her had brought him more clarity than even he was expecting. 

Leah was everything he’d been looking for. Everything he’d been missing. 

She was chaos where Mara was routine. She was exciting where Mara was… not. 

He’d never clicked with anyone as quickly as he clicked with Leah. Not even Mara. 

It felt like he’d known her for years. 

The only problem was… how was he supposed to tell her?

And how was he supposed to tell Mara?

******

One more week. 

Only one more week until the three-month trip was over. 

Graham found himself a little agitated during the day. What did it mean for him and Leah? Could he still talk to her once he was home? Would he want to?

The thought of not speaking to Leah again… it… no.

Pina-coladas: Need to talk to you properly when you have a minute

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: I’m here, sounds serious lol.

Pina-coladas: What’s going on here?

He almost gasped, as he typed faster than he ever had in his life. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: What do you mean?

Pina-coladas: Us. 

Us. 

His hands shook a little. There’s an us.  

He wasn’t sure how to respond. But he didn’t have to, because Leah sent another message straight after. 

Pina-coladas: I’m sorry to kinda spring it on you out of the blue, but it kinda hit me the other day. Won’t go in to details, but I just need to know so I can figure some other stuff out.

Pina-coladas: Basically, I like you. Pina-coladas: I have a giant fucking crush on you, and you said you’d be in Portsmouth next week. So I’m coming to Portsmouth on the off chance you might be up for getting a drink with me?

His hands were properly shaking now. 

Leah felt the same way. And she wanted to meet him. In person. 

The adrenaline rush of it was giving him goosebumps. He’d never been asked out by a girl before. He’d always been the one to take the initiative. He’d always ached for that validation, and this feeling topped pretty much any he’d ever had. 

He could’ve lit up the ocean with the smile on his face. 

CarpetMatchesDrapes69: I can’t even express how much I would love that. 

He’d made up his mind. 

He wanted Leah.

No matter what she looked like, no matter how far away she lived, no matter what ended up happening, he needed to give it a shot with her. 

Him and Mara had fallen apart with so little pull. 

And then the universe had pushed him to Leah. Pushed them together. He had to try. He had to try.

He’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

*****

Graham pulled the ship into Portsmouth, shaking so much he almost pulled the boat into the dock. The small crew tied the boat to the pier, and the crew unloaded the Marine Biologists’ equipment while Graham tried to concentrate on the logbooks. 

He closed the last one, his arms entirely shuddering with adrenaline and nerves, and his phone chimed. 

Pina-coladas: ETA 20 mins :)

He glanced up toward the sailing club where he’d be meeting Leah. He turned his phone over and over in his hand, wondering he should text Mara. Tell her he was back. 

But what would he even tell her?

He couldn’t exactly tell her about Leah… because right now, there was nothing to tell. 

But there might be.

His hand instinctively reached for the small, red, carnation he’d crocheted as their little in joke. It was pinned against the freshly ironed shirt he’d decided to wear, his beard trimmed, nails clean. 

He grinned to himself as he wondered if her carnation would be better than his? She said she’d gotten quite good at crochet. 

Graham stood, coming down the gangway with a spring in his step, throwing the boat keys to Gary, who shot him a double thumbs up.

*****

Graham stood at the bar, just a glass of water, anxiously looking between his watch and the door.

“Waiting for someone?” The bartender asked. 

He nodded, feeling a little reverse-seasick after being on the ship for so long. 

Or maybe it was just nerves?

The door opened, and his stomach dropped like he’d gone over a thirty-foot wave. 

Mara.

Oh my god, it’s a setup. I’ve been catfished.

She stepped in, clearly waiting for eyes to adjust to the dark room, but only made it a few steps before she saw him. 

She froze when she saw him, almost as if she wasn’t expecting for him to be in this particular bar. 

And what’s worse, she looked absolutely beautiful. 

She was wearing that bright yellow sundress he loved so much. It showed off all the tattoos they’d gotten on a whim together. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d had them on display. Her hair was curly, the way he loved it, and she’d left it out. She always fussed so much about straightening her hair and tying it up for work, but he’d always preferred it natural. He hadn’t realised how long it was now.

They stood staring at each other from across the room for what seemed like hours, neither of them sure what to say. Mara was the one to break their shared gaze as her eyes dropped to his shirt. His eyes dropped to her shoulder in return. 

Pinned to the strap of her sundress.

A tiny, but beautifully crocheted carnation.

He barely even had time to wrap his mind around it before he felt the smile pulling at his face. Graham watched the realisation tug at her cheek, and she shook her head as the smile broke out across her beautiful face. She walked across the bar and into his arms, and he wrapped her into the tightest hug he’d ever given her. 

He inhaled the familiar smell of her hair. The familiar feel of her skin. Of her waist under his hands. The beautiful soft fabric of that sundress.

“Hi, Leah”

“Hello, Simon” she giggled into his chest. 

He held her for what seemed like hours, an unbelievable electricity pulsing through his body. 

“Adrenaline junkie, hey?” she whispered. 

He shrugged. “You should talk. Amateur extreme sports?”

Mara’s eyes were ablaze with a fire he hadn’t seen in years. 

He hadn’t seen Mara look so… so… herself. 

Not since… well, since he’d gotten comfortable.

Since he’d stopped putting in as much effort. Since he’d stopped caring about whether he looked nice for her. Stopped taking her on dates to secluded beaches to go skinny dipping and running through the rain.

Since he’d stopped taking her places where she could dress up in her pretty yellow sundress. 

“So… Simon. You’re paying for my drink, I hope you know that.” Mara chuckled. 

He smiled at her, just about willing to pour his heart into a glass for her. “What are you having, Leah?”

She traced a hand down his arm, his skin breaking out into goosebumps at how badly he suddenly wanted her. 

She stood up on her tip toes, her lips brushing against his ear. 

“Surprise me”. 

Mara smacked a kiss on his cheek, and grinned as she walked off to find a booth.

Graham watched her walk away, her ass swinging, a light spring in her step that made him smile wider than the first time he’d ever kissed her. 

The bartender flicked an eyebrow at him, and he shook his head. 

“Hey… d’you know how to make a piña colada?”

#litg #litg fanfic #litg graham #litg season 2 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #litg casa amor #prompt #character spotlight

[zsupika]

hello!! i enjoyed the mha post you’ve written about, i hope you wouldn’t mind me sending some requests with your permission, i don’t wanna come off rude to you, i hope you know this character to, if not you can see what he acts like, looks like, etc etc but here i go anyways and general neutral pronouns please??

Can you do Bakugou, Kirishima, Ida, Shoto, Izuku, Uraraka with a S/O who has a Rengoku Personality from Demon slayer??

thank you and have a great day (:

Hello there! No problem and you're not rude at all!! I lovee rengoku, he's one of my faves in demon slayer so no problem >~<

My hero academia characters x Gn!Rengoku'ish!Reader

Tw: a little of cursing on bakugous part

A/N: KDJDJ It makes me so happy to hear that you liked my last post and feel free to request anything you like! :)

Bakugou

He admires your discipline

You too will train together. A. Lot.

He's maybe a bit shy at first but he will ask for help if he wants to practice a special move

Please please praise him for his hard work

He LOVES that you admire that

He won't admit it tho

He will call you annoying

But he doesn't actually think you are

He loves you

Ofc

Everytime he can't sleep he thinks of you

He loves that you are so energetic and enthusiastic

Thinking about you makes him fall asleep with a smile on his face

Kirishima

Oh get ready for this one

Kirishima reminds me a lot of rengoku so you two will definitely find a lot of common interests

He finds your enthusiastic way of thinking soo cute ^^

Whenever he wants to vent he will come to you

If that's okay with you obviously

You simply listening to him will make him feel better

He will flex in front of denki

"My partner is amazing aren't they? :D"

Ida

I hope you are as enthusiastic for studying as you are for everything else

Because he will study with you

He's good at any subject so if you need help

He's here for you

He likes that you actually follow the rules

Unlike other students

He always loves to see your desire to help people

He will try to do the same

He's so lucky to have a partner like you

And he knows that

Shoto

That's actually a match that I think fits the most

Opposites attract and this is most definitely the case here

You will find a couple of similar interests tho

You both work hard to reach your goals

You help people and he appreciatest and respects that a lot

He enjoys just listening to you talk about your day

Its like the perfect listener and talker relationship

But you will Always ask how he is

He will open up to you fast

He feels safe with your kind heart

Izuku

He will blush a lot

You will always sneak up to him and yea

He will be red as a tomato

You find it adorable

He'll just laugh it off

He works hard to become the number 1 hero

So please praise him for it

You notice how hard he's working to his goals

He's sometimes a little overwhelmed by your extroverted way but he loves that side of you as well

Uraraka

She's up for anything fun

Random Shopping sprees? Let's go

Going for a walk at 3am? Sure

Ice cream in the winter? Okay what flavor?

You get it

She loves that you always have new ideas to make her smile

You have such a pure heart and she's so grateful that she gets to call you hers

She will get you a lot of matching things

Like braclets, wall decor, etc

Anything your comfy to wear or hang up on your wall

A/N: that request was so fun! Thanks! >~<

#mha #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia x you #my hero academia #mha x oc #bnha x y/n #bnha bakugou #bnha x you #bnha x reader #uraraka icons #bakugou x reader #izuku fluff #ida tenya #bnha kirishima #shoto torodoki #bnha shoto

[childofhermes03]

More Ronance Band!AU because it's single handedly keeping me going

As always you can check out the full fic here. This picks up after chapter 5 :)

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It was around 3am when Steve and Nancy finally pulled up to the Wheelers driveway. The porch was cast with shadows that fled from the streetlight just a little farther down the sidewalk. The night was completely silent once they killed the rumbling motor, and the wooden stairs only creaked a little bit as the two slowly made their way inside.

The house was just as quiet as the surrounding area, and it'd be enough to make Nancy think she was going deaf if she couldn't still hear the faint hum of the cicadas outside. From over her shoulder, the brunette could see her unexpected guest inspecting the little details around her home. Steve looked at every knick-knack, picture, and painting he could as they passed through the halls to the stairs that led to Nancy's room.

They were about halfway up the stairs when there's a flick of a switch and the room is suddenly cast in a harsh orange light for all of 10 seconds. At the other end of the room is her mother, hands on her hips as her gentle blue eyes took in the scene in front of her.

"Well," she started after a pause, "I have to say, you were much better at sneaking Steve in when you were a teenager, Nancy."

"Mom!" Nancy shrieked, pointedly trying to avoid her mother's teasing gaze as well as the flustered look Steve is giving the back of her head.

"What? I'm just saying, he didn't stomp quite as loud when he was sneaking through your window." She chuckled as the man muttered a hushed apology. Turning her attention his way, she quirks an eyebrow,"But that was years ago so, to what do we owe the pleasure, Steve?"

"I- uhm, well…" He fumbles, as he realizes there's no actual reason for him to be in the Wheeler's house. At least, other than Nancy's panic induced state, which the brunette can tell he was hesitant to bring up around her mother.

"He's helping me with a story!" Nancy supplies, hoping her mom will take the bait.

It takes a beat before Steve catches on, "Yeah! She needs some help staking out some crooked politician and she called me in for backup. It’s supposed to be big." The boy waggled his eyebrows to sell it, but the older woman still looked unconvinced.

"We're just here to get some clothes. I don't know how long we’ll be gone.” Nancy said, ushering Steve up the stairs. The quicker they got away from her mom, the quicker they could leave.

“Okay well don’t stay up too late, and be careful!” Mrs. Wheeler yelled up after them before the door to her bedroom cut off anything else the woman may have said. As the door clicked into place, the brunette sighed heavily, dragging her hands down her face. She could feel the exhaustion from the day seeping into her bones the longer she stood there, so pushing away from the door, she turned to find Steve standing in the middle of the room seemingly lost in thought.

“You okay there?” Whatever trance Steve had fallen under seemed to dissipate at the sound of her voice. He shook his head slightly and turned back to her, a gentle smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just- your room looks a bit different than I remember.” He said wistfully looking around the room. The walls that were once painted pastel pink were now white with dark oak borders around the floor. Her room was just as organized and proper as before, though her desk looked much more cluttered than it did in highschool, clips of newspapers and half finished drafts covering nearly every square inch of its surface.

The boy's eyes landed on the poster above her headboard and Steve couldn’t stifle his laugh as the Tom Cruise poster that had once been proudly displayed was now replaced with Joan Jett smiling wolfishly. Nancy flushed as she realized where the boy's attention had drifted.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I just really like her music okay." She huffed digging in her closet.

"Whatever you say, Nance." The two fell into a comfortable silence as they sifted through the clothes. Occasionally, they would point out outfits that they remember from their time together (Nancy's wardrobe really hasn't changed much since they were in school.) Once they had filled the bags to the brim with clothes, Steve bid Nancy goodnight. While Nancy was adamant that she didn't mind giving the man the bed, Steve insisted that he'd be fine sleeping on the couch. It didn't take very long for the brunette to drift off as soon as her head hit the pillow, the exhaustion in her bones finally taking hold of her and dragging her into a dreamless slumber.

The next day starts off rather uneventfully. The Wheeler home was rather unfazed by the sudden appearance of Steve Harrington, despite Mr.Wheeler's griping about yet another mouth to feed. After a brief phone call, Max is on their doorstep and ready to meet the rest of the band.

"Nancy, Red is here!" Mike called, receiving a glare from the girl in question. As Nancy and Steve turned the corner, the younger girl regarded the man with suspicion, if the scowl on her face was any indication.

"Who's this dude?" She asked, crossing her arms. Nancy rolled her eyes affectionately at the girl and patted the man's shoulder.

"This dude is Steve Harrington," she smirked, "Also known as Griz."

Max's jaw dropped as her eyes darted between Nancy's smug smirk and Steve's wide, boastful smile.

"So," Steve started mirthfully, "you're the Max I've been hearing so much about."

The girl spluttered for a moment before she extended her hand, "Yes, sir, I'm Max. I'm a huge fan of your work. Seriously, I've memorized almost your entire discography."

The drummer chuckled before ruffling the girl's head as he moved towards the door.

"Well then, let's get a move on, Mad Max."