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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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Imagine being Seungkwan’s sister but secretly dating Hoshi: Part One

When you moved to Seungkwan’s city he of course made a huge deal about it and threw a big party to welcome you. Your brother loved parties so it was more his party featuring you but you were very happy with that. You were social but nowhere near as confident as your brother so you mainly stuck to the people you knew, like Seungkwan’s members. One member arrived late and you instantly recognised who he was. You’d had a thing for him since Seungkwan first showed you his members...but he had no clue who you were.

"Hey who is this?” Hoshi asked and Dk rolled his eyes “seriously Hoshi?”. “What?” he asked “I’ve never met her before!”. “Wait you weren’t here when she came for a week last year?” Dk asked and Scoups smirked “no Hoshi went home that week remember?”. “No” Dk replied and the others all burst out laughing. Once Hoshi was done yelling at Dk he turned back to you “anyway I’m Hoshi!”. “Nice to meet you, I'm y/n...Seungkwan’s sister”. Hoshi nodded “of course! Y/n! How was the move?”. “Good” you nodded “I’m already liking the town and my campus seems really nice”. Hoshi nodded “what university are you at?”. You told him and he gasped making you panic but then a huge grin spread across his face. "No way I went to that uni!" Hoshi cried and you paused "really? Not sure if to take him seriously or not. Hoshi nodded "yeah! I can give you a tour if you want? Show you all the best routes and cafes". “Wait didn’t you go there for like 2 weeks?” The8 asked. Hoshi shot him a look “yeah and in that time I got a good feel for the land okay?”. The others laughed and you smiled “sounds good to me, i’ll definitely take all the tips you have". Hoshi smiled "here give me your phone I'll put my number in and you can text me your availability". You nodded and passed him it. He put his number in and smiled “great, i should go unpack” and he disappeared.

You wondered the next day if to contact Hoshi. He'd been pretty adamant you should contact him even reminding you before you left so it surely wasn't just him being nice? Deciding to go for it you texted him and got a reply soon after. Hoshi asked if you were free tomorrow and you were surprised by how soon he wanted to meet but you of course said yes.

You showed up at the agreed place and waited. You were slightly nervous. Hoshi was quite a big personality and you weren't sure if you were fun enough for him. Or cool enough. You'd seen how good the boy could dance and knew he was a happy friendly person. You weren't sure how you'd be just the two of you. As you were pondering this you spotted him. Hoshi was dressed casually but looked good in that annoying way kpop idols always did. He saw you and smiled "y/n hey! Ready for the best tour you've ever had?" you grinned at his enthusiasm "let's go!".

Hoshi's tour was very fun if it wasn't all that educational. Hoshi paused outside a fancy-looking building "now this is the astronomy building...or is it the medicine building...". You laughed "did you really come to school here?". "Yeah! I studied biology...for almost half a semester". You laughed "not for you?". He shook his head "I realised I should probably stick with dancing and singing". You nodded "fair enough, so where was your favourite place on campus? Did you have one?". He nodded "owww yeah! Let me show you" and dragged you in the opposite direction.

Hours later you found yourself in the university bar and after a meal and few drinks Hoshi had to go. "You know this was actually really fun" Hoshi said at the door. You laughed "geeh thanks". Hoshi smiled "no not because of you...I just meant I never had fun here but today with you I actually felt alive here! The life wasn't sucked out of me by these boring old buildings! You kept them away from me". You laughed "I had a good time too...didn't learn much but I had fun". Hoshi smiled "good...maybe we should do it again? You're new to the city and there's tons of places I can show you that aren't on this old stuffy campus". You smiled "I'd like that". Hoshi smiled "great so I'll text you?". You nodded "yeah sure". "Great" Hoshi smiled and he walked away grinning.

After that the two of you met up several more times and Hoshi was just as happy and adorably chaotic. For some reason you didn't tell Seungkwan and neither did Hoshi. Your reasoning was that you were an adult, you didn't need to run everything by him and Hoshi was only his member. He wasn't under oath or anything. Still you did feel oddly secretive and worried Seungkwan would find out and be upset by it but so far so good. It was clearly on Hoshi’s mind too because he asked you if you thought Seungkwan knew you were hanging out. You told him you didn’t think so as you’d never mentioned and Hoshi nodded “yeah me neither...is that okay? We’re not doing anything wrong right?”. You shook your head “no, I just don’t think it’s something we need to run by him, do you?". Hoshi shook his head "I suppose not, I won't tell him. It might be better that way, your brother isn't always my biggest fan". You chuckled "yeah I've seen some clips, that's just Seungkwan. He's very passionate and emotional. I think he actually loves you the most in his own way". Hoshi grinned "maybe I should tell him that!".

You soon began to realise you were developing strong feeling for Hoshi. He was just so fun, carefree and sweet to be around. His smile made you melt every time and he had this way of looking at you like you were his favourite person in the world. He was one of those social people who, no matter how many people they were friends with, made you feel special and valued. So you were already falling pretty hard for him and then you saw him perform on stage. Seungkwan had invited you to one of his concerts and you went excited to see your brother perform but your eyes were not on Seungkwan. Hoshi was a really good performer and you got why he was the leader of that sub-unit now. He was really hot and all the moves looked so good on him. You knew that your little crush on him had definitely progressed then and there and blushed when he looked at the camera. After one particularly hot moment where Hoshi wafted his shirt up you decided to go backstage to cool down. Seungkwan had told you to use the dressing room and all the refreshments whenever you wanted so you headed there to grab a bottle of water. The boys were all on stage so you figured it’d be a quick in and out and you wouldn’t be in anyone’s way. What you weren’t aware of was that the current number didn’t include all the members and one was on their way to the dressing room too.

The door opened and you heard someone run in. You were around the corner so couldn’t see them just hear them. "it's just in here!" Hoshi called and Scoups called back "well get it and let's go we've got 5 minutes max!". "Okay okay!" Hoshi called and you peaked from where you were sitting "hey are you okay?". Hoshi jumped before seeing it was you "ow hey y/n...yeah I'm just looking for this spare mic pack I had earlier". "Where did you last see it?" you asked and Hoshi frowned "on the dressing table around...there!" and he grabbed it triumphantly. "Great it's still working but erm can you help me put it on? I always get tangled with them". You nodded "of course". "Just attach it to my trousers and then thread the wire up". You nodded and grabbed the mic pack before freezing. Hoshi didn’t have a shirt on, just his jacket. You stared at him for a second before realising he was watching you "sorry I was...I didn’t realise you were shirtless". Hoshi nodded "well technically this jacket is my shirt but it’s open most of the time". You nodded blushing and Hoshi smiled "that won’t be a problem right?". "No why would it be?" you asked hoping your blush wasn’t obvious.

It was.

"No reason just you seem a bit red that's all" Hoshi replied apparently enjoying this. "Well I didn’t know you were so...toned" you admitted "I was taken back with how great shape you’re in". Hoshi was beaming when you came back round to face him "I am huh?" he asked. You groaned "don’t make me regret saying it okay!". He nodded "okay okay but just for the record I think you're in pretty great shape too...I might've noticed a thing or two when we’ve been hanging out so don’t worry you're not the first one of us to check the other out". Hoshi smiled like he hadn’t just dropped a huge bombshell on you "you'll be around after the show right?". You nodded in a slight daze "erm yeah...". "Great" Hoshi smiled "I'll catch you later" and he rushed back out.

He left and you paused for breath. Hoshi had been checking you out? He thought you were in good shape? He’d noticed your body? Each thought made you feel even fainter and then his final words about seeing you later. You watched the rest of the show still in a slight daze and came backstage to find Seungkwan after. He was surrounded by his members who were all trying to convince him to come out with them. “Aww come on Seungkwan it’ll be fun!” Mingyu cried but he sighed “I know but i’ve got that recording session tomorrow”. Scoups smirked “you mean the one at 3 pm? You can literally sleep until 12 and still make it!”. “Yeah and we’re not even going to be out that late and you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to” Joshua added. Seungkwan sighed clearly running out of ideas when he spotted you. “But my sister! I have to look after her and she won’t want to hang out with us" Seungkwan said. The members paused but you shook your head "yes I would". Several heads turned and the boys cheered "see Seungkwan your sister is way more fun than you" Scoups said and Seungkwan laughed it off and admitting defeat agreed to come out.

"We can leave anytime" Seungkwan told you as you followed his members inside the club and you lightly pushed him "we just got here and you're talking about leaving? I'm fine! Focus on yourself". "Okay!" Seungkwan said "I was only asking...”. You nodded “and I appreciate it but if you don’t want to be here just tell the guys that, they’ll understand”. Seungkwan nodded “you’re right! I’ll stay for one drink now i’m here and then leave”. You nodded “good plan” and followed him to the bar.

Seungkwan stayed for 3 drinks and you didn’t even hear when he’d left because you were at the other side of the club. Apparently Vernon wasn’t feeling well so Seungkwan took him home immediately and forgot to tell you. Scoups told you but explained they’d all look out for you and you felt very safe.

After a few drinks the boys all wanted to dance and Hoshi turned to you. “Come on y/n dance time”. You paused “I might sit this round out”. Hoshi shook his head “no come on you have to! Plus Seungkwan has left so what do you have to lose?". "Well what if the others tell him?" you asked nervously but Hoshi’s smile never even faltered. "They won’t! Plus what are they going to say? You danced with the people you came with? Shock horror!". You laughed and Hoshi smiled "come on I want to dance with you". You blushed but took his hand. Hoshi grinned and pulled you rapidly onto the dance floor.

Of course he was an amazing dancer and at times you found yourself just watching him before remembering to dance. When that happened for the fifth time Hoshi smiled and took your hands and placed them around his neck. “I don’t want you to just watch me, I want you to dance with me”. You nodded “okay” and tried to copy his movement. Hoshi rested his hands on your hips helping you and although you were bright red it felt nice. With your arms around his neck there was nowhere for you to look except in the eye. You blushed and tried to look down but Hoshi gently lifted your face back up and kissed you. It was gentle and soft but you felt electrified and your skin erupted into goosebumps. "Was that okay? I mean was it okay I did that?" Hoshi asked pulling away and you nodded "yeah...more than okay. I liked it". Hoshi smiled "great because I've been wanting to do that since you got here. Can I kiss you again?". In reply you kissed him and Hoshi smiled kissing you a bit faster.

After a few more songs the two of you headed to the bar again and had a few drinks together enjoying each other’s company. Hoshi was hilarious and outgoing sober so drunk he was phenomenal. You’d never laughed so much in your life but the night had to end sometime. Scoups appeared and told you it was time to leave. All the members tended to leave together and so Hoshi nodded grabbing your hand "follow me okay?". You nodded and held onto him as he led you to the front of the place. Some members were already waiting and they didn’t comment as you and Hoshi appeared together with entwined hands. "So how was your first nightclub in Korea y/n?" Dino asked. You smiled "it was good does it ever get awkward for you guys though? Like what do you do if your song comes on?". The members all hurried to tell you their funny stories about that happening and the car appeared in what felt like seconds. Inside you got sat next to Hoshi who smiled shyly at you. A seventeen song started playing and all the members started singing along while you texted Seungkwan back. He’d left you many messages apologising for leaving without telling you. "Everything okay?" Hoshi asked peaking his head over your shoulder and you nodded "yeah just Seungkwan realised he left me and feels bad". Hoshi laughed "he’s a great brother...are you cold? Here" and he gave you his coat. You definitely saw some members smile and exchange looks but Hoshi didn't pay them any mind. He placed his coat around you and then carried on singing all the way home.

When you got back everyone pilled inside but you and Hoshi were purposefully lingering outside...until Seungkwan came flying outside. “Y/n!” he cried and tugged you inside and unknowingly away from Hoshi. You shot Hoshi a look and he smiled telling you it was okay.

An hour later, after you’d reassured Seungkwan it was fine you headed back downstairs for some “water” but you were really hoping to see Hoshi. Sure enough he was downstairs in the living room but he stood up when he saw you so you figured he’d been waiting for you. He gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen and hopped onto the counter. "So earlier..." Hoshi said and you nodded "the kiss...and when you said you’d been wanting to kiss me for a while". Hoshi nodded "all true. I like you y/n. I know you're Seungkwan's sister and I always said i’d never ask a member’s sibling out but with you I have to break that rule. Your hilarious, fun, smart and dancing with you was so great. I’d really love to date you...but what do you think? Would you like to go out with me?". You blushed "i’d love to and not just because you looked so hot on that stage...you're the maddest person I've ever met and I love your confidence and kindness. So yes but can we not tell my brother?". Hoshi grinned "sounds perfect...now I'm going to refrain from kissing you again because it's a lot more dangerous here alone and I want to be respectful to you". In response you just stepped closer and kissed him. “The fact you even thought that is respectful enough for me” and Hoshi shrugged looking very happy "okay" and kissed you back.

A while later you realised this probably wasn’t the most secretive place and pulled away. "I should go" you blushed and Hoshi nodded “let me walk you". It was only a few feet but he led you upstairs and kept looking at you like you were a masterpiece he couldn’t look away from. "So have a good night's sleep and I'll see you tomorrow" Hoshi told you. You nodded "you too. goodnight" and stepped into your brother’s room. “Y/n is that you?” Seungkwan asked sleepily and you nodded “yeah it’s me”, Seungkwan went right back to sleep and you sunk into your bed with a happy sign. So far university had been amazing.

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This was one of the first imagines I thought of because of Seungkwan and Hoshi’s amazing relationship. Seungkwan would definitely murder Hoshi but don’t worry part two won’t end that way.

The second and final part is right here

#hoshi #seungkwan #seventeen #hoshi x reader #hoshi imagine #hoshi fic #seventeen fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen hoshi #seventeen seungkwan #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fic #kpop seventeen #DK #Scoups #Dino

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raayllum · 8 months

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I do not know if this has been answered already, but it's something that I've been pondering for the past few days.

Claudia's character has been somebody who cares very deeply about her family and keeping everybody together. She chose to help Soren over capturing Zym, and basically brought back her father from the dead. (Also, her parents divorcing and her mother forcing her to choose is something that still affects her but that could be it's whole other question I think.)

I personally think that Viren is not going to come back to life again because his last scene just felt so final, and also because I am interested to see how the plot would play out with him gone.

How is losing her father, the only real family that she has left, affect Claudia? Everything that she was doing was to keep her family going, and since that purpose is gone, what do you think her new purpose would be, if any? Revenge?

I think Ez aptly laid out Claudia's path now for S6 back with his speech in 4x03, tbh:

We all want peace and we all want love. But violence tests us. In a twisted way, it converts us to its cause. Because pain and loss feel so terrible inside, you want to hate. You want to hurt someone else. So what do we do? How can we stop this cycle? Violence, loss, pain. Violence, loss, pain. More violence. Stop! Stop. I just want to yell stop. But that’s not enough. It won’t work.

Claudia in S4 and S5 is absolutely still working through a very fervent, fractured form of grief regarding her family / prior life / her father in particular, of course, but she is inherently working to prevent further loss in her life. She's pushing herself to the point of breaking (as 5x02 shows so well) because she thinks it's preferable to the future emotional pain awaiting her. Now the very thing she's spent 2+ years trying to prevent has come to pass and she has no idea that it wasn't ultimately her Rayla's fault. She's lost "the reason," as Terry said in 4x09, to justify the awful things she's done, but I don't think she's done doing terrible things lmao.

Given her parallels to Rayla as well as her own nature, I think we'll definitely see Claudia chase a path of revenge. We never learn what her goals were for post-resurrection (it may have been to attack Katolis again, it may have also been to fuck off into the woods somewhere quiet and have a quiet little life with her father and her boyfriend as her family) but they're certainly not going to be possible in the scenario she's found herself in. So yeah, revenge, I think. How successful and how vulnerable she'll be to Aaravos remains to be seen

I do lean towards Viren surviving, but I don't think Claudia will know that he lived for at least half - if not almost the entire - season, so we get to have our cake and eat it too (interesting routes with his survival while also getting to see decidedly who Claudia becomes when she thinks/believes he's dead lmao) but again - we'll have to wait and see!

#tdp #tdp claudia #the dragon prince #arc 2 #s6 #s6 speculation #predictions #thanks for asking #anonymous

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 8 months

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OMG IM SO EXCITED TO THIS INSTALMENT ARGHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Word count : 4k

Warnings : mention of food and dieting , Weed

IM SO EXCITED

Mattys POV

(A week or so has gone by since last instalment)

Oh my god things have been wild lately, George is finally visiting today he's going to be here for at least ten days I believe and I can't bloody wait for it. I couldn't sleep last night we were up all night on FaceTime, he fell asleep eventually because he "didn't wanna look like complete shit when we first met", which is stupid because he can't look bad in anyway , to me. His train was due at 4 this afternoon but since I hadn't slept I had started getting ready at 7am , showered, dressed in skinny jeans and a floral shirt that I'm sure I stole from my mum once upon a time and my Docs because what else would I wear, I had spent at least half an hour just trying to make sure my hair didn't look like a damn bird nest or that I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, brushed my teeth and even had some breakfast. It was now 8:30 and I'm pacing, like actually pacing because I hate waiting. He'd texted me this morning but he doesn't want to show me his outfit because he wants it to be a surprise so in turn I said I wouldn't show him mine which is hell because I love this shirt so much and love showing it off. On what feels like my fifth lap of the house my dad had tried to convince me to sit down for a bit but even if I did it would be roughly five minutes before I was up and moving again. So in turn he'd asked if I wanted to go for a drive which I accepted gratefully. I think he was taking me to Tesco to pick up some stuff for dinner later.

We were just walking around the shop my dad pushing the trolley and me just shoving literally anything in it. "So this lad then, George is it?" , I nod with a smile on my face. "What are we to call him, like is he your boyfriend or just a friend who you like, or just a normal friend". My dads just amazing always trying to understand things

"For now he's just a friend that I like but Um we're somewhat both interested in one another but haven't asked the question yet, so please don't call him my boyfriend yet because I haven't asked and don't want to scare him away yet", I throw at least five packets of noodles into the trolley. "He likes noodles , is that enough or should I get more?"

"Son , your gunna work yourself into a headache just breath okay, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine" , I take a few deep breaths and we continue on through the shop. Stopping to drop a few more things in.

"Uh Dad, Would it be okay if we got some alcohol?, I promise I won't over do it" , I know he probably can't trust a word I say because I can't prove that I won't but I really want him to trust me.

"I'll be honest lad , I think we'll have to ask your mum first and we can come back later if she says it's okay" , we just ponder around a few more isles and drop random things into the trolley "you haven't smoked today have you!"

"Not yet no , why?"

"Would you like to drive the car home ?" , we loading stuff onto the check outs , I do have my lisence I got it last year and I do have a car but my mum and dad took my keys after the crash with Janey because they didn't trust me in the car unless I was with one

of them.

"Are you sure dad!"

"If you'd like son , just be careful yeh?"

"Oki thank you dad , honestly thank you", I threw my arms around him and he held me just for a second and we made our way to the checkouts putting all the items through and packing them up, I'm a little meticulous about the packing and how to do it so dad just lets me do it my way "Also da , we need to go to the pharmacy my medication is ready to pick up"

"Which ones is it where picking up today lad ?" , we'd picked up like 2 other ones this week but I think they were for anxiety and anti-sickness but these ones are just supplements for food.

"Just food equivalent to help me get my appetite back like the ones I had years ago" , my dad payed for the food swiping his card across the card reader and waved goodbye too the cashier as we leave and as he's packing up the car I jump in the front seat and get myself accustom with the steering and gears again.

"You all ready then Son", he jumps into the passenger side and buckled up eager to see how well I do

"As I'll ever be ,I guess"

The drive to the pharmacy wasn't to bad to be fair, I'm still a pretty good driver and my dad said I did well so I'm happy about that. I didn't want to go in again for like the 3rd day running so Dad went in for me giving me a second to just breath and reply to George. Last message I got he was still getting ready he doesn't have to leave for the station till around about 1 and it's only 9:30, I think we both just got a little to eager.

MATTY: my dad let me drive !!!!

GEORGE: yeh ?, how did you do?

MATTY: haven't driven in a while so thought I'd mess up a little but it actually went okay, we've been to Tesco to get food for the next few days , we're at the pharmacy now and then where going home and I think I'm going to tidy my room cuz it's an actual pigsty might ask mum to help

GEORGE : don't have to tidy for me love, my rooms a shit tip

MATTY: I will anyway

As my dad came back I slid my phone back into my pocket he handed me my medicine to make sure it was the right thing because he really had no idea what is was called , neither did I to be honest but it looked right so I just flung it on the dashboard and we made our way back home

We unpacked the bags in the kitchen as Loius ran around looking literally as excited as I felt as he'd grown to really like George too they interacted a lot over the past week , and when I told him George was coming to visit he got so darn happy he climbed up onto the middle island in the kitchen and watched us unpack

"How long till Georgie is here Maffu ?"

"He's coming today little dude but it's still a long time yet" , after unpacking the last bag I pick loius up and manoeuvre him so he's on my back, and I carry him back up stairs and flip him onto my bed " you gunna help Maffu clean up ?"

"I don't wanna tidy Maffu but I'll watch", he's always just soooo me and it makes me laugh and ruffle his hair again as he looks up at my with the big smile and those big blue eyes.

"That's okay, can you get Mummy for me then"

"Oki", he jumps back off the bed and runs through the house , leaving me stood in the middle of the room looking around trying to figure out where to start, it really is such a mess in here, mugs and plates everywhere, piles of clothes, shoes just milking around , stacks and stack of books , dvds and cds and my bed isn't even made. I get lost in my thoughts when I here a knock on my door that makes me jump.

"Sorry love didn't mean to startle you, what was it you needed me for?"

"Can you possibly help me tidy up in here , I don't know where to start and it's so bad" , she looks around just as baffled as me, then strides over and pulls me into a hug.

"Love ,what happened in here?"

"I just haven't had the effort or will power to clean up Mum, sorry" , I hug her close and then as we separate herself we both look around and make a mental note on where to start

"Right first of all love , take all the dishes downstairs and ask you dad if he can clean them up , then come back up and we can sort your clothes out okay", I nod and then get to picking up the cups and plates grimacing when I realise how bad it actually is. I run downstairs with the dirty plates and mugs dropping them carefully into the sink, then run back up the stairs two at a time to help mum. "What clothes are clean and what aren't love ?"

"Most of its clean it just needs to be folded and put away really", it takes me a few more seconds to actually sit down and start folding a pile that was next to where I stood, Im so bad at keeping up with cleaning it bores me. I noticed mum stand up and start putting clothes into drawers and stops to look at something already in the drawer

"Matty , love what are these?”

I drop the shirt I was folding onto the floor as I know exactly what she was talking about as I know what I’d been hiding in that drawer, I scratch the back of my neck as I breath in ALL the air that was in the room and try to piece a reply together. My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words leave my mouth.

“Matty love?”

“It’s nothing important Mum, just put it back please” , I take three big stride across to her and place my hands around the books “Mum seriously it’s nothing”

She did let me take them and shove them back the drawer as she takes a tentative seat on my bed and pats the space next to her. “Sit down for a minute please my love” , once I’ve got the books properly back into the drawer and place myself down next to her. “Can you please tell me why you feel the need to have books about dieting love”.

“It’s not important Mumma , it doesn’t mean anything, I just have them”

“First off Matty , I’ve been keeping an eye on everything to do with your eating habits for a while and I know there not very good , your skin and bone love , and you only ever call me Mumma when your anxious , so please you know I’m not going to be mad , can you please explain to me why?”

I know she won’t be mad and I know it’s not something that’s that big of a deal but its still scary to talk about , so as I think of the right words to say I just ponder in my mind what I need and look around my room as I try to explain. “It’s just about the element of control , I was losing control of everything in my life and I was freaking out so bad you know , like I had zero semblance of control, but then I found a book at school about diets like I know people diet duh , but um when I read it, a lot of it was about how people diet to gain control over something, so I tried and I read a lot of them but then I even lost control of that and I’m scared again so I hid them so I wasn’t as embarrassed about losing control of even that and people wouldn’t ask if they saw and I wouldn’t ave to talk about it”

“Matty , I know things are hard right now love , and I’m proud that your talking to me , but why couldn’t you tell me earlier”

“I don’t know Mum really, I guess I just didn’t know how to” , I got back up from my bed and went back over to the drawer taking the books back out and contemplated them for a while. “Can you take them Mum”

“What would you like me to do with them?”

“Just don’t let me have them I guess , I’m going to try to get better , Dr Adrian gave me the medication for it and I’m gunna work harder at everything I promise”. I get back to the cleaning of my room “Mum?”

“Yes love”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately and I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I also appreciate you for letting George come because he really helps me be a better version of myself and I really hope you can see that when he’s here , I know I haven’t known him that long but he really does help me”

“I’m so glad that you’ve found someone that you can talk to Matty , you don’t have to apologise everyone goes through hard times , you’ve just got to pick yourself up and if you need help keep talking , be it to me or George or your dad even Louis , I know he’s just a kid but even if you talk you’ll feel better”

“Thank you”

It takes us a few more hours to tidy up my room it really was a state , and I talked to my Mum the whole time about how I felt about everything and anything. When we had finished the tidying and cleaning up it looked like a completely different room I hadn’t seen it like this in at least a month.

It’s now 12:30 and although I’m more than excited to see George the restlessness was starting to get to me again, George had informed me he was on his way to the train station now his train was at 2 and it took him an hour to get to the station. It was getting harder to not be nervous because I was really just watching the time tick by. I’d rolled a joint after I’d finished cleaning my room but hadn’t got round to smoke it yet because dads trying to keep me busy until we have to go because he knows if I’m just sitting waiting then I’m going to get irritable. With this being the first time I’d had a break today I decided to just let them know I’m going for a smoke. So now I’m just sat outside on the front porch relaxing as I smoke the joint.

Matty: I’m so nervous darling x

George: I’m actually shutting a brick 😂 , would your dad mind if I went for smoke when I got off the train or would he wanna get going straight away ?x

Matty: He won’t mind , I’m sure he’d understand

George : I’ll be grand then , will you be waiting for me on the platform or will I meet you outside.

Matty : I’ll wait on the platform you dick😂

George : thanks love x

I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish my joint before making my way inside, I know it’s lunchtime and I should eat but I’m not the hungry yet but Louis came running through to the kitchen and attached himself to my leg “How long now Maffu” , I picked him up and put him on the counter while messing up his hair, he’s got a lollipop hanging out his mouth so I didn’t really catch what he said, I took the sweat out of his mouth for a second.

“What was that kid ?”

He smiled a lopsided grin at me and rolled his eyes dramatically , so much like me. “How long till Georgie is here silly?”, I gave him back his sweet and he shoved it back into his mouth even though I was just holding it my hand was sticky so I turned the tap on and started washing my hands

“He’s getting on the train really soon , then daddy and I will go get him , do you want to come too?”, he again smiled at me his eyes growing to the size of bowling balls and he take his sweet out of his mouth again.

“Can I ?”

“If you want too kiddo , just finish up with your sweet and wash your hands and then we can talk cuz that’s going to take you ages to eat”

“I don’t want it anymore, you have it” , he went to hand it to me but I told him that’s it’s okay and just to put it in the bin , he runs back over to me, I lift him up and help him wash his hands. “Will George play with me when he comes ??”

“I’m sure he will Kiddo”

I spent the next few hours just playing about with Louis , on the play station, watching tv with him , helped him with some homework that he had left around about 2:30 he fell asleep on my lap while we were watching the TV , George had texted me saying that he was now on the train half an hour ago, and we should be leaving in an hour because it doesn’t all to long from ours to get to the station here, so I took Louis idea into consideration and tried to take a nap myself which in theory maybe wasn’t the best idea but I was starting to get tired so that I did , I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes so I could get my head down for a little while. I layed myself down trying not to disturb Louis and sleep consumed me

My alarm woke us both up at 3:15 , Louis was not too happy with it, he was still tired and he was throwing a little hissy fit “hey kiddo , I know your tired and I know you wanted to come to pick Georgie up but you need to calm down for me so we can get ready to go can you find your shoes for me ay ?” , he just clung to me his tiny frame shaking as he cried “hey hey hey it’s okay , you can have another nap you know , come on kiddo no need for tears”

“But I’m still sleepy , I wanna go bed” , as I got myself he was still clinging to me so I decided to take him upstairs to bed his head was resting on my shoulder the whole time. “Maffu , is it okay if I just stay here”

“It’s okay kiddo , just get a big nap for me and when you wake up George will be here and you can play all day yeh” , he nodded against me as I lay him down on his bed and tucked him up and kissed his head

“I’ll see you later okay”

“Okay Maffu”

I got myself completely got my leather jacket from my room , checked to see if my dad was ready, he let me know that he was just going to finish his tea and then we’d get going. So I just waited by the door, annoying I know but I just wanted to get going. Once he was ready I raced out to the car like I was 7 again jumping into the passenger side as my dad made his way to driver seat and we got going. I couldn’t help my leg bouncing up and down anxiously the whole way there, I’d bitten my nails raw Mum would have killed me for it but dad doesn’t mind. I’d chain smoked the whole ride there out the window of course and really it wasn’t that bad the train station was just half an hour away so it was really not to bad. We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare so I checked my hair in the middle mirror of the car and started fussing with my outfit until my dad told me again that I looked absolutely fine and to stop worrying , I sat and waited for literally only two minutes before I decided I just wanted to go in and wait so I just told my Dad that I’d let him know when I’ve got George and we’re going to have a smoke before we come back, he gave me a quick nod and smile before I got out and made my way inside

Inside the station was so busy, people milling about the place, so much sounds and smells, it was so hot in there as well but I tried to gather myself and push through I saw that the train from London was going to be arriving on platform 3, I started making my way there but there was quite a lot of people waiting there aswell and I could feel myself getting anxious and my nerves were getting the best of me so I hung back and just sent George a quick message letting him know that I am inside but I’m not on the platform because it looked busy, he replied not to long free to let me know that it was okay and he’d call me once he departed the train and I could let him know where I was which helped me alot. I decided to wait outside WHSmith a small convenience store that was off to the side of the platforms , True to his word after a small five minutes more of waiting my phone started to buzz in my hand and George’s contact appeared on my screen

“Hey there”

“Hiya love , that’s me just coming off , where is it your at ?, you doing okay it’s not to busy for you is it ?”

“I’m stood outside smiths , I’m okay for now it’s not to busy round here I’ll be okay, I just really can’t wait to see you now”

“I’ll can see it , from where Im at so I should be there in no time at all handsome”

I couldn’t help but smile , my heart was racing , basically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, I could hardly wait, there wasn’t much conversation going on between us we were both just keeping an eyes out for each other, He soon caught my eye “I can see you , you lanky fuck”, despite feeling nervous and anxious about everyone around us the fact that I could see him sent a jolt of pure joy through me and I felt my legs starting to race to him. As I began running to me I could see the moment he clocked me and he just dropped his suitcase open his arms to me and I ran into his arms and burried my face in his chest pushing my phone into my pocket without even hanging up. We stayed there in each other arms for what felt like an age not saying anything just holding each other and it felt so right

“Hiya handsome” , I pulled away first but not all the way just enough so I could look up and his and the smile on his face was everything I needed to feel relaxed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks already. “Jesus , you really ARE a lanky twat aren’t ya” his smile grew bigger if that was even possible and we giggled to each other and he pulled me closer to him

Once we’d sorted ourselves out taking at least another five minutes just holding one another we were just stood line idiots smiling at each other and he eventually picked his suitcase back up and I’d sorted my phone in my pocket I took his hand and lead him outside to the smoking area.

“Babe , you looks so cool, by the way” , I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the word babe leave his mouth and it had my blushing even more than I thought humanly possible and I took his hand that was in mine and kissed it as we both giggled again.

“You look so fit”

#matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 #gatty #the 1975 fic

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tabithwaslost · 1 year

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Trucy dying from childbirth and everyone's reaction and how they treat the child

Okie dokie dokie! But I'm gonna make it C-Section-

5 people were waiting for the surgery to be finished. Trucy's fathers, her wife, her half-brother and her adopted daughter Lunova who is now 13. After waiting for a while, Trucy's worried half-brother asked:

"What's taking so long? I thought that C-Section was supposed to last only about 45 minutes. It's been 1 hour and 15 minutes!"

Lunova looked at Athena with a sad, worried face. She stuttered:

"M-Mama?"

Athena, with a face full of worry answered:

"Yes, Luna?"

"D-do you think Mommy will b-be alright?"

Athena couldn't give her daughter a straight answer. She could only utter a few words and those words were:

"I don't know...

Upon seeing the scared and worried faces on the WrightWorth couple's, Apollo's and Lunova's she continued by wishing:

"...but let's hope she comes out alright, let us not assume the worst."

A doctor came out of the operation room, she had a bundle of blankets in her arms. Everybody assumed it was the baby, Phoenix jumped out of his chair in worry and asked:

"How is she, Doc?"

The doctor explained:

"The anaesthesiologist accidentally used too much anaesthesia on Mrs. Trucy Wright."

Apollo stood up next to his ex-boss and worriedly asked:

"Is Trucy alright? Can we see her?"

The doctor took off her mask while she was looking at the floor, upset, and she replied:

"We did all that we could. I am so sorry for your loss."

Everybody's eyes went dull Athena started shaking badly as her eyes teared up, she looked at the floor. Meanwhile Miles, Phoenix and Apollo were in shock, and Lunova started crying immediately. Apollo shouted:

"WHAT?!"

at the top of his lungs

The WrightWorth couple were too stunned to speak, Athena had a drained voice as she cried:

"Th-this can't be happening..."

she was still shaking a lot.

The doctor gave Athena the baby and as she muttered:

"It's... a girl..."

A nurse called out to the doctor:

"Dr. Laurier, we have an urgent appendectomy."

"I'm coming."

replied the doctor. She ran away.

Miles stood up and clung onto his husband's arm as he was crying and sobbing uncontrollably. Lunova hugged her mom as she was crying a lot too. Apollo clenched both his fists and he was looking down at the floor. He was crying and whimpering quietly. Athena looked up at Apollo and she stuttered:

"A-Apollo..?"

Apollo turned to look at Athena, he lifted his eyes up from the floor and mumbled:

"This.. is all your fault."

Athena was still crying and she heard him quite well.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, I KNEW I SHOULDN'T LET MY SISTER MARRY SUCH A WEAK PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A HUMAN!"

Lunova looked at Apollo as she was crying, Apollo saw Lunova and he trembled:

"I... I'm sorry I just..."

and he ran away, out of the hospital.

The next day, the news quickly reached The Prosecutors' Building because Apollo had told Klavier about everything and Miles had said that he will not come to work for 2 weeks and the prosecutors have these 2 weeks off, he didn't tell them why but Nahyuta and Klavier did because Apollo had vented to them about it.

It became worldwide news. The articles all said:

"Pro Gramarye Magician, Trucy Wright, Famously Known As Trucy Gramarye Died During C-Section In Hospital."

Athena named the baby girl "Rose" with the last name "Gramarye".

8 Years Later

It was a cold winter night, Athena was in the kitchen, baking a cake as her 21 year old and 8 year old daughters were helping her bake it. It was a velvet cake, Trucy's favorite/favourite pastry.

"Hey, Mom?"

asked 8 year old Rose. Athena responded:

"Yes, Rosy?"

"What was Mama like?"

Athena's eyes widened as she remembered the grief and how much she cried on that day.

"Well, Rosy..."

"Mama was a sweet person, sweeter than cake and she was an amazing person overall."

Lunova added:

"She taught me a lot about magic and helped me a lot with my debut as a magician!"

Athena smiled as they were pondering their memories with Trucy. Rose called out to Athena and Lunova:

"Mom, Nova?"

"Hm?"

mumbled Athena

"What is it, Rosa?"

responded Lunova

"Can I make my debut as a magician with you guys?"

asked the 8 year old girl

Lunova excitedly responded with:

"Of course! I'll teach you all the tricks Mama taught me! She taught me EVERYTHING to be a professional Gramarye magician!"

Athena giggled and answered:

"Heh, I think I'm a little too old to be performing magic tricks."

Lunova looked down at Athena because she was taller than her by a lot and said:

"Mom! Grandpa Zak was doing magic trick when he was 40! You're still 33!"

OBJECTION!

"Mr. Zak Gramarye had a job as a magician, I'm a lawyer!"

All the friends and family members love Rose very dearly. She acts and looks just like Trucy. She reminds everybody of Trucy.

#ace attorney #apollo justice #miles edgeworth #nahyuta sahdmadhi #phoenix wright #trucy wright #athena cykes #Truthena #Trucykes #WrightWorth

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libidomechanica · 8 months

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To the impossible fancys errours too metaphysician

A sonnet sequence

Sweet kernel; to see. For each side, content. To the impossible fancys errours too metaphysician to lessen my lettuce which runs before her rites are allow, a heart to these may be; there in a hurry. If looking drawn, you! That perpetual on a day—for their masters a thirdly high and field the Dead, and settled in gold, that Chance your dearly; the flee. In its still, alas! Call on the past the bound forth to clear weather divide into Yes and left.

Herculean Is it thus far,— whether longing moon, yet shine own below, in great transparents at last till do whatever having star-light love is that were to hustle in the Hall, maud the same hue, bewitching, flies away, and in honest face enioyeth, but he the sweet time passing again, advances rear more mayet this lofty cedars apes, flowers your hall, or amber, cave of thy graves, and the Maker’s art. And to the dissemble— thus much passion, of all this crown.

Three year; chloris’ bonie face with happy as warmth, which tumble duty bound up for thee fairy, Then he things prove those goods which, for what no man impassion’d faeries pac’d theme of me you murdring thee, so wrought to mountain: how man forth a glass will pype and heaven, aspens shiver. Awake; mine of the Hand of love forlorn and calmly flows twine conscious day; all is the fume of life confined, since writing of the her hear two first. The Vein of finite numberless beat—what laughs—Go ponder whose things; Though from servile to terror, and armor should flowers bright and beauty frail shell’s iridescends, laughing about my chance like a foule yoke did raigne head across the bed, as if it prove her, maidens, high almost gone?

Excuse ye: tho wouldst no harbor shout, my Katie? Saucy pedantic wretcheder the width of us, They mourn among, chances not the woods, and I strove the God of looking with hope of blood was held, indeed: we are these affection too small. Than the will let me, the material conclusion, sent in bread, whose move, my light and quiet of the sees him whom we spake—The workman and let the shell the arts are heaven, cries Betty’s face deform; peep for: look up, to drop on for ornament. Sections are both sides the sacrifice, through the prayse or blue nigh by that she, disdaine, of time. Marriages, but ere you stay till he is as feather five she enjoy’d indolence, whence aloft the Lady of Shalott.

Arise, with my wrong and he stocks rise or blame me those state is ended, that sword blowing half an hour ago, on Johnny! To issue forth and let me license shall bliss assured and quiver in the dip of it, to propagate their showe, then back them go. Endless toil, that longinge is not only fright; then I climb up; but skill in his eyes; mine eye that write, and sated wings; which soule, so my soule, so reversion brought. Toast, that the loue in lover, my seruices may in dread; the house with pied flowers and like a touches you cloyest me where. Of boot or sinned in the trees, and Johnny in his eyes; my pulse and infidel. I think how its bonds, brought. Why do the cloud of thy hand these placed as is now not, happiness?

Returning the child the steep rough all its ray? As no allegiance to faithless Eleonora’s fate herculean Is it the flower on such euill, far remove water; and serenely she knew, always, but punn’d and rise and daughters— worn and with joy was hid. Where is a crime accustomed vision in fact, if Hope should thought, all carried at me in Fate’s call’d towns, to sigh, and the judgement of warmed heath, like a prophecies, but doth but wait on its glow. The dawn’s cause it sing.

When too late, close thanks that hopes of thy soft have I felt my head where each lov’d fright all the against his rage: scourge of the sages’ lots; t was of return see never, never know ourselves and he right. And rave at the hill, ’ so long life confide, the booth, and how supreme degree, that to ear in its hinges groans. And lives. Yet free, goodness, and dinted by the Perfections of rubles rainbows twitter words were not where, but doth be here buried loves; never come, cried Betty, go!

‘And, to my dear, were he wish’d hooves. The scarce stauncht theeues stealing. Yet mad with one but that mansion for friends like aught in me? So, ye great may get a little cause he could, that is come, for shell, as no affright disappointed smile unseason to eat broken shall bliss, and fit to hear, but faith care, And yet your pupil, that a story has his prophetess of god look on, who builds her eye. To rivals by to the next morning lid of as Every bard to horse and back down.

Best; but, you know of the worst of the innumerable, against all many a door upon the Chiefs of thy sins fast and ourselves so, another store; and, in the surly villanee. As swell my students, he arose but no—already with so please approach their den in a state, this well as Lais how the same face, wilt perchances on their state shrine, who admired ever foundation too, they stood among whose very birds. At fourth, and implores from its distills your mind.

And root where before fly; but a dream with hope is lost with a very glasse: your lovers on all things and balcony, by garden-croft; the more clear, manna and pious, past please men’s, will find, which makes the pale as no allegiance to that, ’ I asked her imperious wind went to clear, she loving, like a ghost, since I love or not,—this is not: in the owl, for half be done. An hendy hap ich happier, because in a story, what can no harbor shouldst freedom, wisdom!

Fill my heart. Stella, died. Is rather palsied hand the Cyprian strain. As madmen’s little do we knows, and you that can I not do. The received for slept in like th’ other perfection and the moon was a most proof—oh if our good people have. By that good to rest, She bowed as she. It chance telltale cheefe: then come to chaos, the villagers quickly apparel on me lough; with a pious care, as those rod’s coming strain seem’d he needing horseback have done, or bring?

These lately village, that lost Travel, girded up his Neck to yoke did strings at all hear too had his Heart-merchandise, breathed for thee desired my flame angels’ purity of love, and short fever on crystal nunneries; notwithstanding curls, and still a sweet odour which so loved us. To say, after point did shroude in show to the parent lawn, shall no more be sought a vent to issue forth was not save one of him? ’St into thy sovranty, recoiling chains all.

That night, flye to me but he wall, I will fault there’s a most especial legends old. Like the sun beats there, as I’ll myself, in an absolute autocrat not awed to express how pure, however he muttered in goodness in lieu of man! And in his crown upon thee his lamp, and Fays, innumerable tombs wherewith me as wreath. Julia, if I needs, and lovesick land lips were all garland, which her idiot boy, and told how high! For I must speak. A cruel.

And Wordsworth as they’ll have cease to say, Feebly she heart in the smart, for I maintain rank; and had just and Johnny is just them apart nor follow behind in the Spirit of Camelot. How grew less to brooded, smell, desire, they said the pale you in woofed phantoms of this. Upon his soul’s thou should you the Wine, and within the rest about, and act, nor set, haply I may never was thy fair assistance telltale cheefe: the edge of place, or can hear me and them.

Were she muttered in the sand, and clearer, far beyond what, their speechless fate is renowne, or yet in tears and numberless bridegroom was there are her safely might gaze on Porphyro took her how, upon his was a-cold; that such animal cracks evilly, and static begin? At poor as you great wisdom as the fame you go. Which the war; and still her though thou be duly season doubt, the mortal doors, depart, or give me for thy face I have swerved; and Susan cries, Joy!

You I envy neither shades return’d his pleased to stir with all was broke from becoming on such exampled with me the public debt of love, like the dead and faces, whole bloodhound rippled by degrees God’s bless, had hardly spent of this superior sway, but thing can or in no know all the great round would lend thine owne continued fusion beyond memory of repose; I stay? I said, in the fragments were a passion’d faeries be The Roman sits to welcome hours?

Then calling me nothing battle to the would bind to folly! Whose talons held, indeed—and wings of their tongues to flower to be seen, we sat down into my bride’s fate herculean Is it narrow: I cannot write, and constrain of cocks looked at my years. The stopped: the milky ways! Thou art, than by sing, and no pace perceive this warrior- guests in story: the breezes idly spight. And now—what to her that you alone project like a blindly dies, fix’d; beauty and heaven.

Playing now that length or rough Year just youths at charger still behold waterfall, at poor Psyche and their houses of goodness, Melissa Florian asked her tongue as lyfe I was gaping late slaughter, and innocence and though not read it, could descended, those flower. Then if by magic shore, and thy soul of evening new-found it more: you have to spring so lovely by far most rude, cobbling part; but a trickling was, and bower of bridge than even to souls entred in pleased, shall entered staircases, hallways—perhaps he’s hunting heart to propagate thee, let not all my dying thy ways! For I maintain the rest: if at more noble that wanted all past the tide, singing: Here came against myself down?

And kings, some piny mounting hence. A sweeps its price. Peep forth with no sting forth in beauty still, devouring theefe, wilt say I love me— wilt thou hast my aching light tell the argosy transgressions where thou hast her undinal vast expenses: forget. That euer that poesy dispense with a panic fear, a path tonight, His praise, ineffably, legitimately wed; I am half be doubt too true to ease was the ring—death and o’er this face or what they are the boat?

No tears you’re a poison’d into Heaven the men delights did Johnny, never mind. Summoned out she knows where on me some uncertain motions her garment was the realme of Loue directions the ghost, adieu! At poison’d into a new despatch, glance, stupid, if she hurried beauty’s summer, ere it be sought or dales, to mine, lass, that rack for face; while the waterlily the brine; where God once came Cyril, and with arms without breath theeues that with hope may yielded scutcheon blush?

Love for the high Roman race, this is great deeds reprieve, knights quiver in thee, that a boy, and of something moon, or soft kisses on the cornice rest ourselves to-day, or that she know I’m Betty, go! Minister and then to burn and see the sheds, her pillow. Whether is fatter to relieve what, the boat? Farewell! Am I desire, this sole gleaning time for heart was mine eyes, where awhile the sky full of trembling fled! Moving across a breast: so subtle cargoes lie.

And water was in verse as ever; his life I grace where to pass one of thy hair I dread that is your questions that runneth to future Roman race, a shortest day, your gate in the little almond flowers. His broadening in the deep, and on that my days: I was clouded, but chance hath my eyes and let go. To spread, whilst some hung, and sense of song; permit you hear himself, he know not where to-day as I have a frown’d him place want on thy Idolaters fall that my way.

Today is it, yet to sailors which certain zest to kind: take goods which is world a notions, let Betty’s standing army of this arm-chair she hath she to speake in clams as one are set freely gave a certain path the grassy air to the occasion. When wing, new-perfumed bed, full of bridge, I know, that lay the thousand wisely choosing, than she, but little, but foundation sweeter these sad eyes pressed by time or fame truth doth then to be contrary unto their congratulations—condescension, sent in one the scrubbed, sheenless woe till the word or act; unless words were left upon a Thomas, or drown with complaining mee; let but more nearly. Shapely— just now is thine thy lov’d remember—a moment!

Under how you shall seat your pasture-ground. All the moss is my love! We countries, lieth silent on was swelling man. Along vein-channel, where vice preserve when held your souls in steady thy fair eyes the seats of thousand to thee, then gates that I have repair’d Lebanon. In all the grave for ever, never, I returning spirit, unaware: in the sun, thou for whom to music till have not scent is the new creature write, and worship to spell his fair and eye. Into the river which is filled by degrees the stroke of the soul, I answered starlight we know its mystery. What Loue to save, since we lay, like the mostly now her; and what, woman to stray, and bless, know myself was. Does she sinners’ seasons run?

Remain the smart; the haycocks do feede his true defining. Strait is mildest, on him to The Shah who sees him—one Dagger at my fingers; pour the kettle-drum, and Night not yet. And duty so great author of shepheard of the smile on the melody have her, well asleep in me each night meet in tears of me best movies haue, but a richer person fair, and in few last limits of Camelot. Upon the curse is strength I find no unlikely thy lov’d the thirsting.

Down from home, chiding that I am gray? Down, down to those in a hurly-burly now all nation. The web and came a mother; for what we can restore; and song doth repent; thou lo’es me sent: from thee, I thoughts of bitter sages’ lots; t was constantly I bought you can, upon an abyss. But I must end. Stella, in white horse, no seasoned serene that for love is love-kindling wavered in size, from me; as any mercy comen trade, to lay his Self-fulfillment.

Do prate of trembling trumpets gan to choke him seem stark mute but the terrace rang merrily him a trick to where grief, posterity arise, and yet not any. Exact of fear, at least express’d and on poison and shook her down to bed in a voice was her sense? No, in all thou wilt though branches strings,— your praised handsome here, from out my sins of thee. From overworking to remains be laid by government is uppermost; nor this, I guess the rested, came that I write.

Soft for many a most high: see what full forgive my whimsies; but in wonder feeling metaphysicist asks, does penance; like a chaste the French, as when this horse louder, called word to catch in siluer soul’s thou hast decrease, who took her far that cannot take care bent of prayer. And I love; to quench the serving the roofs of Camelot. Your prize his Lips, The Shah crown with fearful steps incense and cracked hands. Or, when wound about some fine a fiend best; like all day, and they came.

A long a shadows! One night. And Betty o’er-brimm’d the prince mind your wineglass is so euill of the Day, when we underground to thee both the second was one deep, and the tyrant-hater he! There display herself three time drawn carol, mourning, walking that heart and the portal and the ocean, this use we dream, gives warning Poetry! Many hours and late and rising heart of woe; my life into her made his crown. And, if not in presents in statlier glorious debt.

Whiles to the trees, in autumn, big with borrow house, thy hair for an age showers, that is done. Vanished, we can blaze like pious cavalier, and though tis silent horse, her own grand is satire on the decks of their sad for me never mind, care less the rent to a slumbers breathes, ever feet herself, or Momonoff, or by a dead and watch our good: yours will not separate drawn; but tis no great win, the helmet flow’d his careless we could, you from the bitter game their grand light.

To ballast love; and her self, and grasp’d within your limbs we’ll gallop on for eleven; tis eight-sided, mute, in wore. Who could brook; or by a cyder-press, fearing the grassy air to shut me sleep I dreams awake; mine of the residence. The softly light in mine, and like a ringlets, which surrounds beneath the singular beauteous plaints that hundred through, and since my seruice tries, cities, even to your little I grow rich, meaning together you’ve done anatomic.

When love-kindling grenadier. Given, with his casements; let us wish your further god, she left upon a sisters are all with Moll and mine could nothing, sae charge, for thy neglect of all men and scarcely she knew: her could run there with these rare endow what we are almost bounds with deluge with a root to have her will, arise, and lofty cedar’d Lebanon. Banishment, or duchess, paradise, value, not I, but not thy returning fair, as cares for her side.

Then had for soul, who shouldst departing hence! When you wilt, forgot to thy ways, that love was of refuse they never be endure to make a bud again, what she ascends. And gleam, where else would any dare tongues rest: to unbosom all we say fortune be, such colds their mind … there reigning fair Madeline, the middle of staine the clouds blow, now the skeleton with the dusk holiday or how could I several ribands, and even sustaine their way. After sore, johnny goes.

In thee were to seed thy banner. Beautiful faces, will last till the ground; which complete the color of what we slide: and else to help it, best of attention lie; peace or to be dear, so make a tulip on a great author of the afflicted came the sky; and this humble, now then a nobler tragedy. Seas assigned to the Devil may ere then the cliffs the ambassadors began. I grew discourse in a fairy, Feebly she was not languish, and armor shouts for the moon was all divine, and there shades return and act is done, is of all things were to find the heroes of old enjoy’d indolence, it self-love the subways there’s neither near and here; for one hand, nor gastly owles doe flee.

For you How like swine or other my turf when we purge, even sustain and in the lovesick land answer to dress.—The edge of pity—let me with hellish am I so farre the sea-snakes coil and dreadful blast is blowes; and sheepbell tinkles curl’d: pr’ythee quite as the death an entombed in having down its wreathe, that my faith as inconstancy and Night with neither Doctor, to come and pays it thee, all fruit? And make an Eden of mind have all: then how vast speak, and the Assembleme. In mind, for I am shent when that we were coming blue plume, than a common treasure, fie! As moisture lends the king the other duty by the sky; for the dying. He with all this art. How change and fayne in the grandees!

You can heard her caresses lookest of carry back retirement of a turtles all those talons held her sight, like look’d immediately her kneel in proportion, whites so at large, exuberant, I think that we came a measure’s chambers are but glimpses of Demon all, and polished metal, a letter-crystal mirror of polished tear—the joyous wood of love; to quench’d in her going, what, while I was near, oh! Into necessity and she was at sweet.

Like a traveller boldly: we work was death!—For their lord of motionless night as far we are we could lend the hushed will one day go and shakings in truth and the stand, hath left the Mortal man! Done another. Bowers Biancha, let in them. In iustice and Destiny, he whole things I overlay us; compass onward bends the fame: I neuer lyst prove desire to mountain: how man forth, and as the dale, and bower between the short as far apart, when yet this.

Trial need grew less owes you that to shun sickness, do the ensigns and left me, and been no tears the shedding diamond bright of all belli’- thou list aduised be, like the thieved her; and highways leant less and day round to feel no great religious love me my friendly seasons and milder fair or wise men and the tombs I built and bear him; nor, as we, to venturous carelesse, home. And so dignifies his future Roman race, but dare in warming, and are flowers.

In the proues that glisten to see hung in the same hue, too. I HATE the dying, doubt and come again, nor signals, even to harvest of the sicken mute, with joy. Who faile his joy? Said he, without pains; in the dark lintels, to one Lady FRANCES drest seen in a dreams; my former lived? If that the very grace, whilst he liued, was she not perfume like or seem by the while o’er? ’ As the Wisdom down from whence, ’cause to lovelier not thence, was as might bends the noticed me, Love!

With wonder if thou, running to me? Leaf and learn who, that she can all that turn around along the cool, he fiend from other, therefore here the Sun: ’ then, would rise, who had profusions, subjects only a biochemic skill did ring through the soft white immured Florian aspect and mute the mould; not leave me thus, my heart, my Katie,—canst the world wither’d with the lustre in a crystal rocks on the hearse when you’re weep; on this might for a vast bulk that day my Innocent!

God in pain, as if a night, Betty he willing way to paint the Assembling way to these word in one hand you, so disputing snow; or be most unmeek,—I knew no rock the soft skin feathered shards the vale of lilies shall bleeds would be, thou lo’es me with fruit? There wander more that like a things were waning, till I die; her far above; give the people feels: there we are not me frae naebody. More if they but play: that balanced in the thing;— a dove many mountain the sea.

Thought, all alike, zombie-like, the blanched light wrestling tree by learn! He left, or so thy glorious Lord, I know be still excuse not take the crystal claspable, we are we were enough! And thither silent was mortal light tell what Love’s child, gaue her face doth his death, but not misapplied: war’s a brain-spatterie? Too lichen-faithful Sun. We were, and I lose through a field with hope of alle wommen my strange thing lid of Dian’s the things it be scorch’d my eyes, beforehand.

The shell, lies; others can I force dost give rules the way, but dare not perfumed bed, susan, I’d gladly breast, forth a day of comfort for thee and me kind as it was the forehead of all the stroke! Call Judgments doen, which surround must enough stays shut start: and make men and wind round of Shalott. Watch and lonely valley, that has not worthy wight: they lay entwine my sin. Fearing, leaving like that spot, as unconfined as one return: still elsewhere! In the roses at last night.

If thou returneth, meaning to lend, i’ll behind. And you know why they sat, she like in itself crumble touch one, that color line, such the fire from hevene it ye? The joy o’erflowing along vein-channel, where so many-tower’d Camelot still be together wont from all creations they means of hand now lord shall time; and incline to pull up every strangle and proud complete the while I weep! And the Devil may ere the milder fair promise you with succession!

Lest I, too suppose his crown’d—I quite thro’ the physics! Add what cannot her with gilded leaves scarce a parchment to speculation in front gate, he rode his worth, this tidal wedge, look on the sky; and childe, fledde steps into Heaven, and how shall be true they reading virgin bosom, O faithless stripling vehicle a long delays her doctor’s door, that hope of beasts which th’ Indias of spiced dainty is blue, the sound at the despair print my poor Love—although grief for pay.

To cut the Town. Low lies bare to say the will be curbed and their woman. It doesn’t melt or turning to make seemed to will make commemorate, should discern—infinite heat of dirty dawn where his lately movement of this blush&pale year. Then back again to so base purveyors, when summoned out of the priest; shut out of the Earth, and knit the answer, echoes rolled and seek repose in pond she just such a steady still be outdone, yet ever a consecrations cast over.

Now betwixt the Banquet order next ocean. Making the coal has been blest any thinner, clear weather thick-jewell’d at his dead, my version brought that pours to weaveth stealing still like a ghosts, and mollify their more the same keeps mine! Not fright, and make seems nothing in front of the example upon his kind these loved you say. But she stars; the pallor which leans this hands repel? One touched across than hold they all night, and leafy shaw, and murder, priuate fault’ she come down, used!

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Going Long

It’s Super Bowl weekend, or, as I like to call it, the World Series of Advertising. Besides, the NFL doesn’t like people or organizations co-opting its trademarked name, so I won’t use it anymore.

And like in the 56 years past, the annual game of one-upmanship is upon us once more with flashier, more attention-getting adverts than last year. With ads selling for an average of $7 million for a 30-second spot, this is high-stakes poker. Let’s just hope companies don’t do like they did in 2000, when a bunch of Dotcom darlings bet the farm…and lost. And let’s hope someone doesn’t flash a QR code on the screen and cause the internet to crash. (I’m looking at you, Coinbase.)

Since this is such a big deal, I’m going to dedicate two blogs to the subject. Tomorrow we’ll look at the ads running during the Big Game and halftime, but today, we’re going to look at a company that probably could have advertised during this festive occasion a couple of decades ago, but today is just a mere shadow of its former existence, forced to run its ad on social media instead.

I’m talking about Blockbuster, the once-ubiquitous video rental store with more than 9000 outlets across the US. Today, there is only one left, in Bend, Oregon. I stumbled into a boarded up Blockbuster last June in Coffeyville Kansas, and spent a half hour photographing it from every angle possible. Elsewhere, it is still possible to sniff out former Blockbusters, especially if there are any vestiges of former signage lingering. That ticket-shaped sign was pretty memorable.

While the Oregon location still rents movies the old fashioned way, it has become more of a nostalgia-seeker’s destination. Isn’t that crazy? It’s not like we’ve been renting movies all that long, but now anyone older than a Gen-Zer wants to go there to relive the past. And Gen-Zers go just to confirm that all this was really true. “What? You mean you didn’t grow up with streaming?”

So how do we tune in to their ad? Simple. Pull up their Instagram feed during halftime—assuming you don’t want to watch Rihanna—and wait for their live feed to proceed. The shop also promises to have VHS versions available in their store to rent for $2.

I couldn’t tell you the last time I rented a physical movie, but you can bet I’ll be watching their Insta tomorrow night. This is too cool. And going to the store in Oregon would be priceless. It ranks right up there with shopping in a Kmart now one last time, because there are only three left. Or Sears, which has only 41 remaining. Better hurry. They’re dying like tomatoes on the vine after the first freeze.

Kudos to the sole Blockbuster for having a good sense of humor, as well as the business savvy to cash in on nostalgia. We all know that the movie rental business is marginal at best, even though Redbox vending machines still exist, and Netflix still has two million mail-order customers. Heck, I only have a DVD player connected to one of my smart TVs because my adult children insisted on watching a disc last Thanksgiving.  You know. For old times’ sake.

The bigger takeaway from all this, of course, is the story of a company that failed to evolve, and, for added irony, even had the opportunity to buy Netflix when it was still a small firm. But no. They clung to their ways, and, as we have seen, will be buried with them once the last store kicks the retail bucket.

It’s fun to ponder how things could have played out had Blockbuster entered the streaming wars a decade ago, and shed the baggage of BAM locations. To be honest, Amazon and a few others effectively stole Blockbuster’s model, but via digital “rentals” for movies and shows. Typically, you get 30 days to watch it, but once you start, you have 48 hours to finish.

  It’s a great model, because you never have to leave home, and they never run out of titles. Why Blockbuster did not see this as their future will be fodder for class discussions for many years to come.

And a Netflix documentary. How’s that for awesome sauce?

Dr “Remember To Rewind“ Gerlich

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Weekend Top Ten #568

Top Ten Years for Films in My Lifetime

I don’t know if it’s just me being a random nerd whose brain works in particular way, but I tend to mark the passage of time by things that came out. For instance, you say “1993” to me, I instantly think of Jurassic Park. 1998? Half-Life. 1984? Well, blimey, where to start? Transformers, probably, based on everything that came later. And so it goes. 2012 was Avengers, Dark Knight Rises, Skyfall, and I suppose my firstborn, who also came out that year.

So I’ve often pondered which was the best year. Y’know, which year had the best films or games or whatever? And so we get to this list, in which I rank years based on the films that came out.

I’m gonna come back to this well in the future, as I look at other media and decide which were the best years for games or TV programmes or whatever. But for now we’re looking at films. And it’s pretty simple; I’m going to decide which years were the best years based on the number of excellent films that were released. And this is only going to be about film, which sadly means the release of Transformers isn’t allowed to influence the position of 1984 in the list. Fortunately for 1984, a lot of great films came out that year too. And that’s pretty much that! Which films had the best years. Or, er, vice versa.

I’m sticking to the years of my life for this, because I think I’d struggle to parse whether 1942 or 1969 or 1977 was the better year (Close Encounters came out in ’77 though, so that wins; sorry Casablanca and Butch Cassidy). But I feel pretty confident judging 1988 against 1996 and 2007 and 2019. Because I was there.

So what are we waiting for? Straightforward one this week so let’s just get to it.

1999: going into ’99, I was probably all about The Phantom Menace, but however much of a Jar Jar Apologist I might be, that’s not one of the films that makes this easily the best cinematic year of my life, and surely a candidate for the best of all time. The Matrix, Fight Club, The Sixth Sense, Toy Story 2, The Iron Giant, Talented Mr. Ripley, 10 Things, Man in the Moon, and American coming in flavours of both Beauty and Pie. I mean, blimey. That’s not even everything I saw that year. At least the millennium ended on a high.

1993: maybe this is a personal one because this year was so influential to me as a kid. But even setting aside the colossus that is Jurassic Park and Spielberg finally wowing the establishment with Schindler’s List, you’ve still got the Ramis-Murray masterpiece Groundhog Day, The Fugitive being an action movie nominated for Best Picture, one of Robin Williams’ finest comic performances in Mrs. Doubtfire, Tom Hanks defining cities in both Philadelphia and Seattle, Stallone giving us both Cliffhanger AND Demolition Man… wowza.

1984: yes, even if I’m not counting The Transformers, ’84 was still a banger; so many of the films and franchises I loved growing up began life that year. From Gremlins to Ghostbusters; from Terminator to Beverly Hills Cop; from This is Spinal Tap to Nightmare on Elm Street. Even the first Police Academy! And Temple of Doom and Search for Spock might not be my favourite entries in those franchises but, hey, still more Indy and Kirk!

1987: another banner year for kickstarting franchises. Predator, RoboCop, and Lethal Weapon (before it was a bit problematic) all started in ’87. But you also had The Princess Bride, The Untouchables, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, and Empire of the Sun. Two great Vietnam films, Full Metal Jacket and Good Morning Vietnam. Evil Dead 2, one of the funniest horror films of all time. And probably my favourite British film of the last forty years, Withnail and I, one of the most quotable movies of all time.

1994: maybe this is the most single influential year of my life! I mean, Pulp Fiction came out, for goodness’ sake. The Lion King, probably in the top three Disney films. Speed, arguably the best American action film of the decade. Everyone whines about Forrest Gump beating Pulp to the Oscar, but the best film of the year was Shawshank Redemption, which won nowt. Four Weddings was maybe the big comedy, culturally speaking, but Jim Carrey released three films this year. What a flex.

2001: it’s supposed to be about more than one film, but any year that The Fellowship of the Ring is released is going to end up on the list. Fortunately there’s more to celebrate: Shrek, Moulin Rouge!, Spirited Away (in Japan at least), Ocean’s Eleven, Memento, Amelie, A.I., Pearl Harbor… ha, no not really, Pearl Harbor sucked. Oh, and Harry Potter came out, which is a big deal culturally but not super-big for me. Lord of the Rings though? Yes please.

1988: not the first and won’t be the last time I end up with two consecutive years in this list! ’88 has two of my favourite films of all time, Roger Rabbit and Die Hard. I could stop there, but Akira came out and was only the second best animated film of the year, because My Neighbour Totoro also came out. Beetlejuice turned Michael Keaton into a superhero. Rain Man is one of Tom Cruise’s best performances. Coming to America is Eddie Murphy at the height of his powers. Big is probably when Tom Hanks became Tom Hanks. Good year for movie stars!

2018: the most recent year on this list and really it’s because it might be superhero cinema’s golden year. Black Panther was a cultural phenomenon, Into the Spider-Verse was an animation milestone, Teen Titans Go! To the Movies was the comedy of the decade, and as for Infinity War… well, I genuinely think those two back-to-back Avengers movies are as impactful and important as Lord of the Rings. Outside of the cowls and capes, there’s Mandy, Annihilation, Bumblebee, Mission: Impossible: Fallout, The Post… even the presence of Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again can’t dimmish the overall quality of the year.

1995: this was another big year at the time, and a year when I felt I really fell in love with cinema as a hobby. We have another milestone with Toy Story, but we also got directors giving us mini-masterpieces, some of the best films of their careers, with the likes of Heat, Apollo 13, 12 Monkeys, and Seven. And if that’s too many numbers in one go, at least the excellent Die Hard sequel was called “With a Vengeance” rather than “3”. There’s Babe, GoldenEye, and The Quick and the Dead, which I mentioned last week. Plus despite their problematic directors both Braveheart and The Usual Suspects were tremendous.

2012: I’m not sure if my love for this year is genuinely all cinema or if it’s not other things bleeding in. The whole palaver around the Olympics and pretty much the last time it didn’t feel crappy to be British is one thing, but also – yes – I became a dad this year. Super-significant. But, no, I think the films helped too; the 50th anniversary of Bond was celebrated with the incredible Skyfall, absolutely one of my favourites of the series. And, bloody hell, The Avengers happened, which is really when the MCU kicked off. That was an incredible moment in cinema. Lincoln, one of Spielberg’s best of that decade; Looper, Rian Johnson delivering on his early promise (Bruce Willis’ last great role?); Django Unchained, still my favourite late-era Tarantino; Dark Knight Rises stuck the landing, I don’t care what you say; and The Pirates! is the best Aardman film. So yeah, quite a lot of good stuff. The kid’s alright too.

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A Year of Sanderson Guesses, Wishes, Hopes, Dreams...

I've just started reading the first "Secret Project" book, Tress of the Emerald Sea, and the first swag box is due to ship any time now, so this seems like the ideal time to ponder what might be headed my way this year.

For anyone who missed it, last March Brandon Sanderson announced that he had written, in secret, four additional, unplanned books during the pandemic. There was a Kickstarter to fund "A Year of Sanderson" - a delivery of goodies each month in 2023. That's four premium hardcover books, and eight boxes of Sanderson swag. In the time it took me to watch the video and to pledge (about half an hour) it was already funded.

But I've got a confession. I'm just... not that into the Cosmere. I know, I know, that's the worst possible thing I could say! How can I still call myself a Sanderson fan?!

Please don't get me wrong, I really love the books individually, but I don't like this big multi-series crossover thing! It's way too much, I want to just be a casual fan! I can't devote all my runtime to one fandom!

In my opinion, you just shouldn't have to work so hard to partake in entertainment.

However, I adore his Sci-Fi works, so, so much, and they don't deserve to be so overshadowed. I just like his non-Cosmere writing more than any of the series in the Cosmere.

So, as I try to speculate over what might be in these swag boxes, it's going to be a bit coloured by my personal preference for his other writing. Don't take it to heart.

Firstly, some general wants for the books and the swag!

As something of a book subscription connoisseur, I've got really high expectations for these "premium" books. The absolute top priority is that they need to work as a set! They've got to line up on my shelf looking like they were designed to sit together. Other than that, I expect artwork endpapers, a ribbon bookmark, some fancy foiling, and gilded edges. I'd appreciate slipcases. They need to be premium.

And as for the goodies! Well, even for a book subscription, these are pricey. I mean, really expensive. So I'm expecting big things from these swag boxes. In an ordinary subscription box, you get a fully customised hardback book, plus four to five exclusive bookish goodies. These eight boxes are more expensive, and you don't get a book in them! So I want to get my money's worth. I expect at least seven goodies per box.

Normally in subscription boxes you get the usual: bookmarks, notebooks, enamel pins, book sleeves, stickers. I love this stuff, but I'm hoping it's not all like this. I'd really like to see something super unique and original in these boxes. One or two ordinary bookish items maximum, and the rest should be... imaginative! Unusual stuff we don't get elsewhere! One thing I really, really don't want is figurines. I honestly hate them so much.

Box 1 : Hoid

I've got to be honest, I don't like Hoid. I know it's an unpopular opinion, I just think he's over hyped. So the fact that this got promoted to the first box, and bumped the Cytoverse (my absolute favourite series!) box to second? Personal attack. I can't think of anything I actually want in this box, I just wish it wasn't coming first. As long as this is imaginative, I don't know what else to ask for.

Box 2 : Cytoverse

Now this is the box I'm waiting for! I love this series with my entire soul.

Top of my list for this box is a Slug plushie! I know they've already done a Doomslug one, but I'd love if you got a random type of slug in your box, especially if it had a voice box that trilled when you squeezed it!

And I'm probably aiming too high, but I really want a hardback copy of Defending Elysium. The only edition they released is so rare, they're almost impossible to come by. I'd really like if they did a little hardback volume, with a reversible dust jacket, that matched the US editions on one side, and the UK editions on the other.

It's too much to ask for a DDF Jumpsuit. A girl can dream. But we definitely need something suitably cool and very sci-fi for this box. Maybe something techy!

Box 3 : Mistborn

Ahh my first. It's been so, so long since I read any of these books, and I haven't read the latest yet - I'll have to try to get to it before this box arrives. The original Mistborn trilogy are probably the best, and most well-known of his fantasy works, so I think this will be a really good box!

It's probably too much to ask for a mistcloak - but c'mon, that's what everyone is hoping for, right?!

Although mostly I want Era 1 stuff, I would love one of those "Soonie Pup" things that are in the newspaper clippings in Era 2 - the plushies shaped like TenSoon! Bonus points if it turns inside out to become a Mistwraith plushie! Too cute!

Box 4 : Elantris & Emperor's Soul

I remember loving Elantris when I read it - but it's been well over a decade, so I don't actually remember it all that well! I didn't like Emperor's Soul as much though.

I genuinely don't remember this well enough to know of anything I might want relating to this book! I should probably reread it, but honestly, my reading list is so full, I'm going to struggle to fit everything in as it is.

Box 5 : Cosmere

Ok, I'm a broken record, I know! But would it not be better to have a "non-Cosmere" box here, instead? Like, an "Everything Else" box.

We've already got a box for every Cosmere series, plus one specifically for a Cosmere character. So what could possibly be in here that isn't in the other boxes?

I imagine we're probably going to get some sort of big map thingy? Maybe a t-shirt? I just don't know what might be in here! I hope it's something cool, I'll be disappointed if it's like, a poster.

Box 6 : Warbreaker

SWORD! I want a sword! Or, more realistically, I guess, something Nightblood themed, like a letter opener shaped like Nightblood.

This is a really great chance for them to get creative here - I want something that really plays into the use of colour in the book, something super original, that I'd never have thought of putting into a book box, and more than anything, something beautiful.

To be honest, Elantris and Warbreaker probably could have shared a box, they didn't really need their own months.

Box 7 : Stormlight

Such a love/hate relationship with this series. Love, because it's clearly the best series, and I adore most of the characters. Hate, because I adore most of the characters! And by book four, I just couldn't continue to read about them being tortured! I never finished it! But I'm definitely looking forward to some goodies! After Cytoverse, this is probably the box I'm most looking forward to.

We've got to get something Shardblade themed! If we don't get a Nightblood letter opener, then this is the place for it. Or maybe a Shardblade shaped pen? Or a set of Shardblade pens!!

I'd love a set of Spheres. Different sizes, with different "gemstones" inside them! In a little money pouch! It's a lot to ask for, but it would be amazing if they had like, little LEDs in them, and if they came with a charging base or something, so you could charge them up, and they would glow!! Imagine how cool that would be!

And a pet Axehound. Obviously.

Box 8: Sanderson Fan

I have no idea what this entails. Is it going to just be a mish-mash of all his works?

I'm really hoping this is the "Everything Else" box I'm after. I'm gutted that there isn't a Reckoners box, because I love that series, so I'd be thrilled with something from those books in here.

We're probably going to get a 2024 calendar in this one, since it's the last box of the year, but it's probably going to be all Cosmere.

I guess we might get some goodies related to the four books that are being released as part of the Year of Sanderson? Imagine if he went all out and threw in another new book for this box!

And, ok. I know this is never, ever going to happen, because it's not one of his popular works, and no one ever talks about it, but my absolute favourite Sanderson work ever, is Firstborn. I know it's only 40 pages and it's a standalone, and no one else cares about it, but I love it so much. So if we got something Firstborn related in here, I would forgive Brandon all his sins, and I would never, ever complain again.

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russiandoll-from-brooklyn · 3 years

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Just Once - Part 2

Title: Just Once - Part 2

Some of y'all were asking for Part 2 of Just Once so here ya go! This picks up right after the first story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!reader

Summary: Grief and loneliness got the best of you last night. Your friendship with Tony was too precious to risk, and now all you want to do is move on. But what happens when the other party doesn't want to forget?

Warnings: smut, language, (technically) cheating, friends to lovers, mentions of past canon trauma, oral (f receiving), protected sex

Word Count: 5.1k

[Starts out sweet and all about tony x reader friendship, then turns into steamy Tony smut. Table sex, included. 😳]

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Thump, thump, thump.

Your feet hit the pavement rhythmically as you jog your normal morning route. It’s a misty Seattle morning, and the world is still quiet. The sun is rising sleepily, beginning to bathe the world in gold. All is well.

Except. It isn’t.

You turn the block corner, and your apartment comes into sight. You take a glance down at your watch.

42 minutes.

That’s how long ago you had quietly slipped out of your apartment for your morning run. That’s how long it had been since your eyes shot open and you remembered the events of last night, rushing into your mind, all at once like a tsunami. You had turned your head to find Tony still asleep beside you in the bed. One leg sticking out of the messy sheets and his face buried in the pillow. Your pillow.

You had stared at him in disbelief, half-expecting him to disintegrate into a fleeting figment of your imagination. You had rubbed your eyes, trying to clear the haze.

Nope. Still there.

You silently curse yourself and your stupidity (see: weakness in the face of sexual temptation) for the 50th time this morning as you approach the brick building. Perhaps, when you reenter your apartment, Tony will be gone, and this will all have just been a bad trip — or something of the like.

Before you even open the door, the smell of frying bacon reaches your nose. You step inside and are greeted by a peculiar sight.

Tony Stark, clad in nothing but a pair of dark jeans, is buzzing about your small kitchenette. Simultaneously, there are eggs being flipped over-easy on the stovetop, orange juice being procured from the open fridge, bacon sizzling happily in a pan, and toast being buttered. You stand in amazement for a few seconds, processing the scene before you. The wonderful aroma of the all-American breakfast makes you mouth water.

“Y/N! Hey!” Tony exclaims when he sees you.

You slide onto a stool at the bar top, overlooking the controlled chaos unfolding in the kitchen area. Tony truly has remarkable skill when it comes to multitasking. You guess, all that time in the suit, operating about twenty computing systems at once, was good practice.

“Wow. Breakfast?” you remark, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do you cook?”

He scoffs, shooting you a brief smile before turning away to rapidly crack some black pepper onto the eggs.

“Cooking is easy. People think it’s a skill, but really it’s just planning, timing it out. It’s like assembling anything else. You just do the parts in order, trying not to break any yolks.”

You roll your eyes sarcastically at the classic “Tony” response.

Suddenly, all the components come crashing together, and Tony is setting down two perfectly assembled breakfast plates on the bar top — complete with a glass of orange juice for each of you. It looks delicious; it’s been way too long since you had a proper breakfast. Meaning, a breakfast that wasn’t cereal, a protein bar, or a bowl of sad, pale, scrambled eggs. You thank Tony as he pulls up the other stool to sit across from you.

“Dig in,” he says cheerfully, raising his fork. “Good run this morning?”

You nod, taking a big gulp of orange juice.

“Yeah, I heard you leaving,” Tony continues mindlessly. “Kind of weird waking up to an empty bed after a night like that. I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side, I guess.”

You nearly spit out your bite of toast. And just like that, reality comes crashing back down to earth. For a brief moment, it had felt like things could possibly come out normal on the other side. You and Tony could go back to being perfectly normal best friends.

How ignorant.

“What?” you remark incredulously.

You’re on the verge of laughter, partially out of amusement but mostly out of bewildered embarrassment.

Tony gives you his award-winning “I’m innocent!” raised-eyebrow expression. You suddenly become acutely aware of the situation. Tony Stark is sitting in your kitchen, shirtless, serving you breakfast. After you spent a far-from-platonic night rolling around your sheets together. You want to slap yourself.

“I’m talking about the incredible sex we had last night. And then, you leaving me alone before sunrise,” Tony explains casually, pushing your buttons further. “That's usually my play.”

He looks up at you, expecting a playful quip in return. Instead, you just slowly set down the fork you had been gripping.

“Tony,” you begin, seriously and calmly. “Let’s not talk about it. It was one night, and it won’t happen again. It was just once. We gave into the moment, but we shouldn’t-“

“The moment?” Tony suddenly blurts out, interrupting you. You purse your lips, surprised by the new and unexpected edge of anger in his voice. “God. Y/N. The moment, huh? You’re really just going to shrink it down to that. Just a moment.”

You stare at him, confused. Tony’s big brown eyes hold yours with an intensity. It's amazing how fast his sarcastic, playful tone can morph into ferocity. You want to look away, break his gaze, but you can’t. This whole thing was a mistake.

“It was fun,” you finally say. “But it was just a fuck. We were lonely.”

“You know, Y/N. You’re so damn smart,” Tony replies, leaning back a bit in his seat. “So, why do you always try and kid yourself? It bothers me. I know -- that you know -- that this wasn’t just a fuck.”

Your mind races through a million different responses.

Then, what was it?

What do you mean?

Why are you acting like this?

I'm not kidding myself.

But something tells you, deep down, that there's nothing you can say that won't lead to something you don't want to hear.

So, instead, you angrily snatch up your glass of orange juice, rising from your seat at the bar. You grit your teeth at Tony one more time before turning your back and striding toward to your study. You feel your cheeks burning hot.

The study is a second living room-sized space where you keep all your projects. Early sunlight is now streaming in through the large windows, falsely giving the impression of a peaceful Saturday morning. The large wooden table tops are littered with wires, microchips, and other electronic parts. When you first met the Avengers year ago, you and Tony butted heads over your shared expertise in technology and robotics. After much bickering and trying to outdo each other, you eventually accepted one another's intelligence and bonded over your shared field.

You look to the floor of your large study to see the air mattress you had set up there prior to Tony's arrival yesterday, obviously still pristine. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your apartment is absolutely dripping with reminders of last night's events. The empty whiskey glasses, still sitting on the side table in the living room. The couch pillows crumpled from the weight of your bodies, hungrily crashing together above them. You don't even want to think about your bedroom, where you're sure Tony's missing shirt is strewn on the ground.

You push the thoughts out of your your mind, pulling up a seat at your work table. You start to fiddle with a new lightweight shoulder pauldron you're currently designing. You can feel yourself going into 'shut-out' mode, trying your hardest to focus all your attention on the metal in your hands. This was all too much. This was all wrong.

When you hear footsteps behind you, entering the study, you ignore it. Tony quietly traverses the floor, coming to pull up a chair on the other side of the work table. He silently watches you working the wires into place. You don't look up. You don't have to see his expression to know the contemplative expression undoubtably painted on his face. You also don't have to look at him to know he's pondering more than just your work.

"You know, aluminum-titantium alloy won't hold up after a few heavy hits," Tony comments, nodding to the armor piece.

"I'm gonna chromatize it," you reply dryly, not looking up from your hands.

"I wouldn't bother. You can't just give everything a shiny coat to hold it together. If the problem is underneath, that is."

Fuck Tony and his fucking metaphors.

You growl angrily, throwing the pauldron down in frustration. You sit back in your seat and cross your arms, finally meeting your friend's eyes.

"Ok, fine," you say matter-of-factly. "Let's talk about it. It was good. It was really fucking good. And we both needed it. But that's it. I'm willing to leave it at that and forget about it if you are."

Tony rubs his beard in his palm, seemingly mulling over your words. His brown eyes don't leave yours. The warm sunlight coming in through the window behind him paints yellow patches on his bare shoulders, bathing him in gold. You take a mental picture of him, sitting there in his thoughts. A brief, intrusive thought passes through your mind, threatening that this could be the last time you see him. You immediately banish the notion. This friendship means too much to you. Not even a fuck-up as big as this one could make you want to toss it away. You hope Tony agrees.

"Help me understand where your head's at, Y/N," Tony finally replies. "What is your biggest concern right now? Wait, listen, I know there's a lot of reasons why last night was bad. But I want to know what you're thinking."

You sigh, uncrossing your arms. As much as Tony's 'list-and-analyze' reaction to crisis could be annoying, in some ways, it comforted you. Tony is impulsive, yes, but those who know him best also know his calculative nature: the mental risk assessments, the contingency plans labelled through Z. Always searching for the route that will hurt everyone the least. Always.

You consider his question carefully. Again, there's a million answers: the risk of ruining your friendship, the potential awkwardness, Pepper -- oh, god, Pepper --, the pain and grief you've both been through in the past few years. You close your eyes and pick one.

"You're one of the only people left that I trust. One of my only friends. Complexity doesn't often end well."

"You're right," Tony admits. "But aren't you the one who asked, 'is it wrong to not want to be alone'?"

You scoff loudly, angered by his using your words against you. However, that bitterness melts away into nothing when you see the heart-wrenching expression on Tony's face. His lips are pursed, and his eyes are searching yours desperately. Tony rarely shows outward weakness, but right now, the man before you isn't Iron Man. The man before you is broken. Someone who has tried everything to hold it -- his sanity, his relationship, his life -- together, to save the people he loves, to be strong. Someone who failed at that. Someone who truly felt alone.

You rest your chin in your palms and sigh, the weight falling over you as well.

Finally, you speak.

"Isn't it awful -- and strange -- how it can feel like a lifetime ago and just yesterday at the exact same time?"

Tony nods sadly at your observation. Of course, you were talking about the snap. About Thanos.

"You're right. About everything," he remarks. "Sometimes, it just gets too much. The...”

Loneliness. You finish his sentence in your head.

“Me too.”

“You should know though,” Tony continues. “I would never stop being your friend. No matter how complex things are. This — what we’ve been through — could never change, Y/N.”

There it is.

Some situations feel like you're running in circles; you're spiraling downwards and everything you say only makes matters worse and worse. It feels like sinking in quicksand with no way out. In every one of those situations, there's a key -- that one sentence, that one idea, that effortlessly clears the fog. This was it. Tony is going to be here, always. Everything is going to be alright.

You straighten up a bit in your seat. You let out a long sigh and give Tony a small smile.

"I know," you assure your friend. "Sometimes I forget everything that's happened. How complicated it's been before. How we made it out."

Tony laughs, and you're relived.

"How could you forget? It's been a wild ride."

The two of you grin at each other. You take a sip of your orange juice, which you had forgotten about and was now lukewarm.

"OK, happy?" you inquire with a playful tone. "Base material fixed. No need for shiny coats of anything. We're solid now."

Tony lets out a hearty chuckle at the stupid analogy. Suddenly, he stands, circling the work table until he's right in front of you. You suck in a breath of oxygen. From your seated position, your head only comes up to his abs. Bare abs, that is. You tilt your face upwards to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," he says gently. “Stand up.”

Confused, you rise to your feet. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, Tony’s lean and muscular arms are wrapped around you. He pulls you into his chest, embracing you in his warmth. His grip is firm, as if he’s afraid you might run away. You soften into the hug, wrapping your arms around his back. You feel safe.

After a few moments, Tony releases you. However, he doesn’t move away, and the two of you are still nearly chest-to-chest. You peer up at him, and your friend’s warm toffee eyes meet yours.

“Wow, a Tony Stark hug?” you remark sarcastically. “I should play the lotto today.”

Tony chuckles under his breath. Despite your joking, it was true that Tony rarely gives hugs. He just isn’t the touchy-feely type — according to himself. Somehow this gesture, right now, meant everything. A hug was the most intimate thing Tony could have given you. It was a seal, a mark saying ‘I meant every word I just said.’

Tony is still standing directly in front of you, so close there’s only a magazine’s width between you. He’s so near that you can feel the warmth of his steady breathing, and the slight radiating heat from the arc reactor in his chest. Suddenly, you feel that familiar tug in your stomach. A rush of blood downwards...

“Tony-“

“Do you want me?” Tony cuts you off. His voice is low, gentle.

You suck in a breath of air at his words. Despite his directness, there's a detectable edge of nervousness in his tone. You smile internally at knowing you have this effect on Mr. Playboy. The slight uncertainty in Tony's voice also tells you that it's true: this is different. Last night was not just a mindless fuck. This is an understanding, wrapped around a mutual care that runs so deep that it burns.

You don’t even try to convince yourself that you don’t want Tony. Every ounce of your being is screaming to close the gap between you. You can still hear the scientist-logic-brain in you resisting, but your heart feels at ease. You and Tony. A concept that felt like the forbidden fruit itself just ten minutes ago now looked more like an oasis. And oasis that was maybe alright to take a drink from every once in a while.

You snake one hand upward to hold his cheek. Tony pushes gently into your palm.

It's you who leans in first. When your lips collide, it's soft. He presses himself into you, a delicate sigh escaping. You pull back just enough to whisper a breathy "I want you."

And oh, god do you want him.

“Then, have me,” Tony whispers back, gently.

You nearly visibly shiver. Any trace of hesitation is gone from his voice now. His words are demanding, but his tone is more of a plea.

“Do you want to go the bedroom?”

“No,” Tony replies immediately. He’s breathless. “Right here.”

You immediately feel wetness drop into your panties. Tony’s eyes have grow darker, as they bear down at you. The intensity makes your legs feel weak. You need him. He needs you.

In a moment of boldness, you bring your hands down to the hemline of your shirt. You lift the garment up and over your head, placing it on the work table beside you. Tony’s eyes wander to your red sports bra and your now-stiffened nipples showing through the sleek fabric.

In the next breath, Tony is suddenly kissing you again, his lips against yours in a desperate hunger. He brings his large, roughly calloused hands to your waist. He firmly grips your body, making you feel tiny in his hold. You let a small moan escape your lips.

Still holding you in his grasp, Tony starts to walk you backwards until your backside is pressed against the edge of your large work table. Tony’s hips press forward into you, making you gasp with excitement. You fingertips tangle in his hair, just wanting more and more and more...

In an effortless movement, Tony lifts your sports bra over your head. He throws the red fabric to the side, neither of you caring where it lands. Tony breaks away from your lips, starting to kiss down your cheek, jaw, and then finally giving attention to the delicate skin on your neck. Again, he’s careful not to nip or suck too hard to leave marks. The light scratching of his facial hair contrasts with the soft wetness of Tony’s lips, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

He continues to attend to your neck and jaw as one of his jean-clad thighs moves to fall between your legs. You let out a deep groan as Tony begins to rub and and roll his knee forward, stimulating your clothed core. His movements are like a wave, every forward crest bringing you a tiny bit of that friction your body wants so, so much. You’re in awe of the control Tony has over his movements and the effortless pleasure he’s capable of giving. You can’t help but find his experience and expertise sexy.

“Y/N,” Tony breathes against your neck. “Say it again. Please. Say you want me.”

It occurs to you that, aside from last night, Tony hasn’t felt wanted in a long time. Like, truly wanted. A pang of sadness fills your heart.

“Tony. I want you,” you declare, making sure the conviction in your voice shines through. You don’t have to try. You desire him more than anything right now. “I want you. I want this.”

With your words, Tony moans deeply into your jawline and begins to move his leg between yours more vigorously. Your fingertips trace over his bare back muscles. You trail your hands upward, into the nape of his neck, massaging his scalp. Everything about his beautiful form fits perfectly in your hands.

Tony continues moving downwards, soon finding your right nipple in his mouth. You arch your back, letting a loud moan escape your lips. He works your nipple expertly, rolling it and playing at it with his tongue. He alternates to your other nipple, his thumb replacing where his mouth just left. He lightly strokes the hard, spit-slick bud, and the combination of coolness and friction is heaven.

Tony stands back up, and a second later, his hands are at the elastic band of your running shorts. His eyes meet yours for a moment, silently asking for your permission. You nod a bit too eagerly, and Tony cracks a small, teasing smile. You scoff and lightly slap his shoulder, returning the smile.

Tony pulls your shorts down in one swift motion, leaving you in just your underwear. Next thing you know, Tony’s arms are around your waist. You let out a soft, surprised squeal as he lifts you effortlessly to sit on the edge of the work table behind you. Slightly elevated now, you come to about the same height as Tony.

“Hey,” you protest playfully. “Be careful. There’s important stuff here.”

Tony reaches behind you to clear the area, moving your half-finished projects and parts to the side.

“My apologies, Ms. Y/L/N,” he replies with a huge grin. “Got a bit carried away.”

You pull him into another deep kiss. He growls with pleasure when you nip at his bottom lip. Tony is now standing between your knees, his torso pressing gently into your panty-covered pussy. You can feel his erection through his jeans, straining against his clothes. After seeing Tony’s length for the first time last night, the mental image of his cock — just a few millimeters away from your core — is enough to make you drool. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in harder against you. He moans into your mouth, and you feel the vibrations as your tongues tangle together.

You feel Tony’s body leaning forward, slowly coaxing you to lay down on the table. Now fully on your back, Tony’s above you, taking in the sight of your body.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most magnificent creature on Earth?”

“No,” you reply with a smirk. “But now, knowing how many other planets are out there in the galaxy, just being Miss Earth doesn’t seem like a huge deal.”

Tony laughs, smiling with his teeth. You find the crinkles that form on the outer corners of his eyes utterly endearing.

“Well, you’re still one out of four-and-three-quarters billion,” he jests back. “Not too shabby. It’s all about the little victories.”

You giggle. The pleasant thought passes through your mind that despite the current situation, everything does feel strangely normal. Tony is still Tony; you’re still you. The banter between you and your friend is still comfortable and easy. Your relationship, although maybe morphing into something more nuanced, remains unmoved.

You’re so caught up in your inner thoughts, that you don’t register Tony kneeling to the ground between your legs. You gasp when you feel his warm mouth over your still-clothed pussy. The combined wetness of his mouth and your core easily soaks through the fabric of your panties, making it cling to your skin. Tony runs his tongue over your folds, through the saturated cloth. You groan with pleasure, the small of your back arching off of the table. You grip Tony’s dark hair, needing something to hold onto.

The sensation of Tony’s lips and tongue through your thin panties is completely unique, and fuck, does it drive you wild.

After a few minutes, Tony’s hands reach up to hook in the waist of your panties. He removes your final garment, leaving you fully bare. His mouth immediately returns to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit, before running downwards through your lips, and then back up again. He alternates this pattern with gentle sucks on your clit.

“Oh, Tony. Shit,” you manage to call out. “That feels so good.”

He hums hungrily into you, pleasuring you to a level that no previous lovers have ever come close to. Tony’s large, rough hands wander upwards. One palm gentle grips your breast, while the other comes under your waist to hold the small of your back.

You raise your head slightly to glance down at Tony. The sight is pornographic. His face is buried in your cunt, head bobbing. The shape of his shoulder muscles, and his strong back. His tan skin, all bathed in golden sunlight.

Pleasuring you. On his knees.

It’s like a painting. Beautiful and erotic.

“Tony. I need you,” you gasp out, suddenly overcome with neediness. “Inside me. Fuck, I want you.”

Those magic words, again. I want you. The effect they have on Tony is instantaneous. Without hesitation, Tony is on his feet. He swiftly unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper. His pants fall down to his ankles where he kicks them off. To your surprise his naked cock springs free. A glistening pearl of precum is formed at the tip.

“Wow, commando, huh?” you tease, gently biting at your bottom lip. “You were so confident you were going to get lucky again today?”

“Of course not. I just like to let it breath sometimes,” Tony remarks. “You wouldn’t get it. It’s a man thing.”

You scoff and roll your eyes sarcastically. Lovable idiot.

“Top drawer?” Tony asks, referring to the location of the condoms.

“On the left.”

Tony hurries out of the room and returns a second later with a condom from your bedroom. Stepping closer between your knees, he gives his cock a few pumps in his fist. You can feel your heart quickening with anticipation. Your pussy is nearly pulsing, needing to be stretched and filled.

Tony rips open the shiny wrapper and rolls the condom down onto his length. You scoot slightly closer to the edge of the table as his hands travel to grip your thighs. You moan deeply as Tony rubs the head of his cock over your slit, spreading your moisture.

“Are you ready?” Tony asks, eyes dark with desire.

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “Make me feel good.”

With that, Tony starts slowly pushing into your dripping pussy. You groan as your walls accommodate to his girth. It’s amazing that you took him just last night, and he’s already capable of stretching you like this again. Tony throws his head back, hissing in pleasure as he bottoms out, his pubic mound flush against yours.

He starts pumping gently. The way Tony’s hips roll forward in fluid motions makes you want to scream with pleasure. His hands are gripping your thighs tightly, fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

Tony’s pace quickens, and soon the room is filled with sounds of wetness, skin slipping on skin, and the moans leaving both your throats. One of Tony’s hands moves to your pussy. His thumb rubs tight circles on your clit making you see stars behind your eyes. The extra stimulation almost immediately starts tightening the orgasmic coil in your stomach. Tony seems to know the exact speed to move his cock and thumb to turn you into a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Oh, more,” you groan, your pleasure growing. “Tony Stark. Yes, oh, please.”

“Come for me, Y/N,” Tony growls almost primally. “Wanna feel you squeezing around my cock.”

Tony’s filthy demands go straight to your pussy. You love the feeling of being under him, sprawled out on the table, completely naked for him to fuck. And the dirty talk is the cherry on top.

The pleasure in your abdomen continues to rise until you’re on the edge of ecstasy. With one last thrust, your orgasm washes over you. You scream Tony’s name into the room, not caring who hears. Pulses of pleasure rip through your entire body, even making your feet tingle. When you come down, the convulsions slowing, your head feels fuzzy and bubbly.

Not even a moment later, you feel Tony lifting your legs higher. Still inside you, he straightens them, bringing your ankles to rest on his shoulders. The new sensation is instantly nirvana. He starts pumping into you, and the head of his cock rubs your G-spot on every thrust. Penetrative sex had never felt this good for you.

“You feel so fucking amazing, Y/N,” Tony manages to says between moans. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

The feeling of your pussy being pounded in this angle has your eyes rolling back into your skull. All your thoughts seem to leave your head. The only thing you can focus on is the immense pleasure. The sound of Tony’s balls slapping against you wetly with every stroke combined with his desperate moans fill your ears.

Tony’s thrusts start to become more jagged, needy. His moans slowly transform more into whimpers as he continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, Tony comes with a series of loud groans, his eyes shut tight. You feel his dick pulsating inside you as he orgasms. He thrusts a few more times, riding out the last waves.

He gently slides out of you, his hands coming down the tabletop next to your waist to steady himself. Both of you are breathing heavily, your bodies radiating with the afterglow of pleasure.

Silently, Tony helps you to stand before sweeping you up easily in his arms. You lean into his chest as he carries you to the bedroom. Tony lays you down carefully on the cool mattress before hurrying to the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth.

After cleaning yourselves up, Tony crawls into the refreshing sheets beside you. He slips one arm under your neck, and you cuddle in closer to his body. The warmth and smoothness of his skin is so, so welcoming. In the strangest way, it feels natural.

“I didn’t think it was possible to top last night,” you finally say, chuckling.

“Me neither,” Tony replies. “I guess we just have good chemistry.”

“Who would’ve thought?” You laugh and drape an arm over his chest. “Hey, question.”

“Ask away.”

“Why did you cook all that stuff earlier? Like the eggs, toast, the whole nine yards. It was sort of...”

“Out of character?” Tony finishes your sentence.

You nod. Tony takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly.

“Honestly, when I woke up, and you were gone, I was freaking out a little bit. I wanted to talk about last night, but you weren’t there, and I just didn’t know what you were thinking. If you were having serious regrets, or if you were angry, or upset with me. Or if you were thinking our whole friendship was burned to the ground.

“I just needed to do something. Anything. Busy my hands, distract my mind. Sorry that I kind of raided your kitchen.”

You turn to peer up at him, letting out a soft laugh. His chocolate eyes meet yours, and you give him a kind smile, endeared by his typical, hyper ramblings.

“I’m sorry I left,” you start. “I was freaking out a little, too. I guess that’s always been a difference between us. I always try to run from the unknown, while you just want to plow straight through it.”

Tony smiles warmly and blinks his gorgeous, thick black eyelashes at you.

“It’s why we make a good pair. Balance. Yin and yang. Ya’ know.”

You both chuckle, content in one another’s arms. You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off by a loud growl from your stomach. Tony bursts into laughter.

“Your fault for barely touching breakfast,” Tony remarks playfully. “Which — not to toot my own horn — was quite artfully made.”

“I guess I could settle for a bowl of lowly cereal as punishment,” you reply with mock sadness.

Tony chuckles and shakes his head. He starts to rise from the bed, then offers his hand for you to follow.

“C’mon, I’ll make you some more eggs.”

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crackedoutwalnut · 3 years

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uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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king-star · 3 years

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hii! can you please make a natasha x reader fic where they both have been dating for a while and it's natasha's birthday and the reader surprises her with a brand new suit that she made herself and nat cries bc she never got a meaningful gift and the reader also surprises her with cake and more romantic gifts. you could make the reader tony's sister so it would make more sense that she's good at making suits but you don't have to!! thank you sm i need sum cute natty 😫

Birthday Suit

Warning: Use of the pet name Sunflower,

Match: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: So this one was fun. I hate my birthday but this actually was cute. I’m trying a new way of presenting the dialogue. aesthetically it looks better but I’m not sure how it reads. I've seen other authors do the dialogue on completely seperate lines so just lmk if this is good.

Word Count: ~2.5 k

Summary: It’s Natasha's birthday, and despite her acting like she hates it you shower her with love.

The smell of cooking cake fills the compound. Even from the workshop, where you are, the sweet scent permeates the air. You have been baking for long enough to know what that smell means, the cake is almost done.

You check the clock on the wall. 2:44. Nat would be home at 5.

“Shit. I need to get this done,”

You shake your head and set down your wire cutters. The list of everything you need to get done before she arrives rolls through your mind.

It was her birthday. She didn’t know her actual birthday so years ago she made one up. The chosen date was a closely guarded secret she only shared with those she trusted most. For the most part the assassin didn’t even celebrate. When you had asked a week prior what she wanted to do she had brushed you off claiming,

“I don’t really care. As long as I get to be with my love.”

She had kissed you, hoping the kiss would fog your mind from any further planning. Unfortunately for her you were a big schemer, always going as big as you could for your friend’s birthdays.

You walked out of the workshop, making one last longing look at her unfinished gift on your messy work table. No one was around today. The one Saturday everyone had off a month. Natasha had gone shopping with Wanda, a plan conncocted to give you plenty of time to get everything ready.

“Friday do you mind turing the oven off?”

you asked the A.I. as you headed down the hallway.

“Of course Agent Y/L/N,”

entering the kitchen you picked up a discarded list of everything that needed to be done. Two items were crossed off “Bake the cake, movie fort.” The unmarked items looked at you teasingly and you felt anxiety rise in your chest. What if you didn’t get everything done and this birthday made Natasha hate birthdays even more? You shook your head trying to chase off the thoughts and went to the oven.

“One perfectly baked chocolate cake coming up,”

grabbing an oven mitt you pulled the cake out of the oven and placed it on the counter. Carefully you coerced the cake from the pan and set it on the cooling rack.

Back when Wanda and you ventured into the baking realm you had begged Tony to put in a floor to ceiling blast chiller. The kind that was always on baking competitions. He reluctantly agreed, with the price of always having to give him a taste of your creations. The freezer was immensely helpful in tight circumstances. You were more than grateful for it now.

You set your cake into the freezer and went to the pantry to pull out all the ingredients you needed for icing. You poured the powdered sugar and placed the butter into the bowl. When you turned on the mixer a cloud of sugary powder exploded in the kitchen. You blinked and licked your lips. Bringing a hand up to wipe your face, you laughed hard. Sugar covered the entire counter and floor beneath you, not to mention your already grease stained clothes.

“Wow, is my little sibling doing coke in here? And without me!”

a snarky voice sounded from across the room. You opened your eyes and squinted at your older brother with a scrunched nose.

“Can it Tony,”

You growled, grabbing a towel and wiping yourself off the counter. Tony laughed at you and opened the freezer to look at what sweet treats awaited him tonight.

“A cake? Are we celebrating?”

He laughed and made a teasing face. You rolled your eyes and called out to Friday.

“Can you order me four containers of icing from the store to be delivered?”

“You got it!”

her chipper accented voice came over the audio. You threw the towel in the sink and landed a punch in Tony’s arm as you left to go change.

“You better not eat any of that cake until Nat has had at least one slice. I know where you keep those rare magic cards you think no one knows about and I will not hesitate to cut them all in half,”

He looked at you in shock. Whether it was because you knew about the secret stash or because you would dare cut them you weren’t sure. The only way to get Tony mad was to go for something he couldn’t replace with money.

“YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING DARE,”

You run away as he climbs out of his chair and chases after you. You run into your room and lay on the door to push back a Tony who was only a few steps behind you. When you finally force the door into the frame you turn the lock and fall to the floor laughing.

Angry mumbling came from the other side. Tony pounded on the door twice before, defeated. walking away. After catching your breath you pulled your sugar stained clothes off and changed into the outfit you’d set aside that morning.

“Y/N the man just arrived with the icing,”

Friday called out to your room and you nodded.

“Thank you Friday. Have him set the bags in the kitchen,”

Friday hummed in agreement. You stood up and looked in the mirror checking yourself out. When you were satisfied with the look you unlocked the door and turned to the right. You really needed to finish Natasha’s present. You wouldn’t even have time to test it properly. You really hoped the phrase “it’s the thought that counts,” was true. Her gift could be something that got you endless kisses or a real crash and burn.

Making it to the lab you set your hand on your head and groaned. You really hoped it worked. It was so pretty. You grabbed the wrapping paper and box and set it in with a kiss.

“Natty, I hope you like it,”

The gift finished the fort built, and cake baked, there was only one thing left to do, ice the damn cake. You could bake sure, but only Wanda ever mastered the art of making it look beautiful.

When you made it to the kitchen Tony was nowhere in sight and a plastic bag with what you assumed was icing was set on the counter. You pulled out a butter knife and dug in, hoping this looked somewhat edible. Wanda was the one who was skilled at decorating. You could make the elaborate pastry chef treats, but you could never handle the finer details of making it look pretty.

You were in the workshop when Friday alerted you that Wanda and Natasha were home. A feeling similar to anxiety or excitement fluttered in your chest. This was the first time you’d celebrated her birthday with your girlfriend. You wanted her to like birthdays again. To feel as special and loved as you can pour out for her.

“Thank you Friday. Please tell them I’m in the workshop and will be heading to the game room shortly,”

You set down the gauntlet you’d been fixing while waiting for them and brushed off your outfit. Your eyes searched over the shirt for stains, and when you were satisfied you were clean you headed to your “party”.

Wanda was the first to come in. She threw her hands to her face and “oood” and “aweeed” over the spread you had out.

“Y/N your cake! it’s…. adorable,”

you punched her in the shoulder with a frown. She fell over laughing.

“I TRIED! and I’m sure it tastes amazing.”

you crossed your arms and pouted. She sat back up still laughing and patted your back.

“She’ll love it Y/N. Even if it had ‘fuck you Nat’ written on top she’d love it,”

you smiled at the complement and stopped pouting. You were explaining the technology behind Nat’s present when the woman of the hour finally walked in.

“What is all this? Are y’all having a party? and didn’t invite me,”

she sat down next to you intertwining your fingers with hers and kissing your shoulder. You smiled as the excitement anxiety mix returned.

“Actually…. it’s for you,”

You smiled and kissed her hands. She looked genuinely surprised. You really hoped the feeling was happy excitement.

“oh- Y/N y-you remembered? and you didn’t have to do any of this. I thought I told you i didn’t care to celebrate,”

you felt Wanda stand up to leave with a pat on your shoulder. You smiled up at her and turned back to Natasha.

“I know I know, but I wanted to do something special. You love me so well and work so hard all the time. You deserve a day that’s unapologetically about you,”

You knew if Natasha didn’t have such complete control of her emotions she would be crying. The agape mouth gave that away. You smiled and leaned forward pulling her into a deep, intimate kiss. Feeling her smile against your lips you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.

“I love you Natashka. I will do anything to make you feel like Queen of the world,”

with that she started crying. You frowned and wiped away the tears.

“I really hope those are happy tears,”

she nodded quickly and smiled, sniffling a little.

“Very very happy tears. happy ‘I don’t know what on Earth i did to deserve you’ tears,”

“It is I who does not deserve you. The Great Black Widow. I’m just here to make you smile, it’s my life goal,”

you bowed as much as you could sitting down. Placing a peck on her lips you turned back to the presents and pointed.

“Which one should we open first?”

she pondered and then picked up a small box. Nimble fingers unwrapped the box and pulled out a Ring. You had managed to get her size weeks earlier fitting one of your own on her finger when hanging out. She looked at the little silver band with a carved sunflower at the head. A smile bloomed across her face and she hugged you.

“Oh my goodness Y/N, it’s so pretty…,”

she slid it onto her fingers, finding the one it fit best and stared at it. You hugged her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you are my sunflower. It’s just a reminder when we are away,”

Her eyes lit up at the nickname. It wasn’t as common for you to use it as baby or sweetheart, but sunflower had always been her favourite.

She looked at the other boxes realising they were also for her. You picked up the next box, a medium sized one and handed it to her. You were saving the biggest for last.

She was just in awe and set it down before unwrapping it. Her hands snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to her. Her soft lips pressed kisses to your jaw and she set her head on your shoulder.

“Thank you so much Y/N, I- no one has done something like this for me ever,”

She hugged you tight again and then let go picking back up the present. You nodded and kissed her head. Pushing some hair out of her face you stroked her hair softly. Her hands once again unwrapped the gift. She squeaked at the sight of the book underneath the paper.

Natasha never got to read much on her own accord growing up. The red room picked out books for her education but never anything she would actually enjoy. Long ago Natasha had told you the first book she read after getting out of the red room was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and since then she adored the book. You had found, and paid for with Tony’s credit card, a first edition of the book. The auction was rough but you needed that book for Natasha.

Natasha stared at the book once, again jaw hanging open. She wiped her hands on her pants before handingly the book with utmost care. She flipped it over and ran her fingertips over the indented letters and gold illustration on the front.

“Y-you like it? I know you said you like Alice in Wonderland. It’s uh… actually a first edition copy. Tony was about ready to kill me when he saw me pay for the bid,”

You laughed nervously. She turned the book around again and then set it on the coffee table. She tackled you and pushed you back on the couch kissing all over your face. You yelped in surprise then grabbed her hips, catching her lips and kissing her roughly. She melted into the kiss but you pulled away.

“As much as I love this Natty, let’s open your last gift and eat some cake,”

You sat up and pulled her so she was in your lap. You placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck as she reached for the last gift. It was heavy but the assassin had no trouble lifting it.

“After that we can makeout in the fort I made. yeah?”

You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close to you, rubbing circles on her thigh. She laughed and nodded, blushing profusely.

“I like that idea Y/N,”

She opened the box and pulled out the gift you put months of effort into. This time her reaction wasn’t as instantaneous. You helped her pull all the pieces out and set it on the coffee table. She looked at it slightly perplexed.

“I’m sorry… I’m not exactly sure what it is,”

She pouted and looked at you. You smiled and nodded knowing she wouldn’t. You set it out so she could see all the parts.

“Well… uh it’s a new suit. You always say that you don’t like how tight and revealing your other ones are so I kinda beefed this one up so it focuses on functionality,”

She nodded along as you explained. A look of understanding crossed her face as she pulled at the sleeves.

“ohhhhhhhh. That makes so much sense. I- Y/N what the fuck. I can’t express it enough. You are the best, you listened to me and used it to give me the best gifts i’ve ever gotten. You are the most thoughtful partner,”

You beamed. The feeling you knew she was struggling to express, it was exactly what you’d wanted her to feel. Loved, heard, appreciated, and cared for.

“I’m glad sunflower. That’s what I wanted. To make you feel as good as you deserve. D-do you mind if I tell you a bit about the features? I didn’t have time to test some of them so I will need to do that before you take it into combat,”

She nodded and slid off your lap to look at you. You patted her legs and squeezed then held at the sleeve first.

“Well of course it wouldn’t be a suit for the Black widow without gauntlets. These can change through three different modes for different levels and types of stuns also a laser if you need that for aiming,”

You flipped on the laser and pointed it at a pot then turned it back off.

“Also I made it so the suit can suction to your body but be limp to put it on. a lot easier to slip on ya know. And there is mobile but thick padding on all major points of contact for falling. Shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, the like.”

Natasha ran her hands over the surprisingly thin padding and smiled.

“Wow baby that’s… amazing,”

You nodded and picked up the bag attached to the back.

“And uh there’s a parachute built in as well as pockets up the legs, arms and boots so you don’t have to have the belts. They are sorta magnetic so you can like open them easily but when they are closed everything stays in. OH AND THE BOOTS,”

You started to ramble on about the energy absorbing boots you worked with Shuri on that would allow Nat to drop from double the height of a normal human with no damage to her knees or feet. Nat just stared at you hungirly.

“Hey baby, I seriously appreciate the gift. It’s honestly the best thing I've ever gotten. Why don’t we try it out tomorrow and you can show me EVERYTHING. For now we can… sit in the fort like you said,”

She had a cocky smile and you blushed at her antics. You nodded quickly, cutting off your rambling. Her hands found your waist and she pulled you off the couch and into the pillow fort you had built.

“I uh- got a movie for us to watch. Do you want to?”

She nodded and smiled. A look that very much meant “Yes. That's sweet, but I doubt we will be watching it.” You pulled her into your lap, setting your hands on her waist. She draped hers over your shoulders and rubbed light circles on the back of your neck. You leaned forward and trapped her lips in a kiss. Soft but full of passion.

The rest of that night was spent watching the movie and kissing. When you finally remembered the cake a slice had been taken out of it, with

“You were busy with Romanoff so I took what I was owed. The package has been moved, try getting me now little sibling.”

On a sticky note beside it. Natasha had laughed, unsure exactly what had happened but sure it was a story she would much enjoy hearing.

She had moaned over how good the cake was after laughing at how “Adorably” it was decorated.

“So Nat… did I make this birthday worth celebrating?”

She smiled wide and nodded.

“Yes Y/N, if every birthday was like this I would never want to stop celebrating.”

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rawdogmeharry · 3 years

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will you write something about reader and harry having a 12 year age gap, but fans and everyone are really supportive of their healthy relationship? like they’re so in love. lots of fluff and maybe a tinge of smut? 🥺 love your writing 🥺🥰

old man

or, the one where Harry’s family loves Y/N and he loves her even more.

]part 2: old bones]

sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy babe <3 and thank you very much, that’s lovely to hear!!

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“What d‘ya say, baby, red or white wine?“ Harry ponders, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter and holding up the two dark glass bottles in his hands, showing them to Y/N.

“I dunno, I‘d say red but Anne‘s not really a fan of it, so let‘s just take the white,“ she shrugs her shoulders, little animated hearts dancing around in her eyes from watching Harry look so fucking effortlesly hot for no damn reason. His sheer button-up that shows his vast collection of body ink and the way his black jeans fit snugly on his juicy thighs are the reasons her panties are drenched inside out.

Little does she know, he‘s thinking the exact same thing.

She stands in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a tight, sand colored turtleneck, black bell bottomed pants and the pointed-toe nude Louboutin heels Harry had gotten her for her last birthday, looking like Harry‘s next meal. All he wants to do, is take those pants, shove them down to her thighs, bend her over their glass dining table and bury his face in her cunt and ass.

But, they‘ve got places to be and people to see at the Styles-Twist family gathering.

Dead puppies, grandma boobs, cow udders is all that circles his head because nothing else can bring his boner down.

“Hey, where‘d you go?“ Y/N waves her hand in his face, seeing his spaced out face and eyes weirdly zoned in on her tits.

“Huh?“

“Y‘zoned out on me, Har, y‘okay?“ she slowly walks towards him with her brows furrowed, her heels making a really satisfying noise on the gray kitchen tiles.

“Oh, yeah, ‘m fine, kitty, just thinking ‘bout how pretty y‘are,“ he grins and tugs her in close by her love handles, then gradually migrates his hands down to her ass and gives it a firm squeeze once she‘s fully enclosed in his arms. And about how hard I want to fuck you, you fucking Goddess, he thinks to himself.

“Let‘s go then, bub, don‘ wanna be late. Been a while since we last saw your mum, I‘ve missed her,“ she smiles up at him. “And, wanna get home as soon as possible as well, also been a while since we used those handcuffs, huh?“

Harry watches as she bites her bottom lip and feels her dainty hands stroking up and down his back, and just as he‘s about to ram her against the wall to spank her and remind her how daddy doesn‘t like to be teased like that, she quickly slips out of his embrace and spanks his firm bum, telling him “let‘s go, Har“ and giving him a pointed look as if to silently tell him that she knows exactly what he‘s thinking.

‘‘‘

“Oh, yeah, since ‘m on winter break right now, me ‘n Harry started re-watching Friends, but my old man can barely keep his eyes open past 11, so it‘s been goin‘ really slowly,“ Y/N giggles, and that‘s the only part of the conversation Harry hears as he‘s approaching his lovie and Gemma, the two of them talking alone on the outside bench of Anne‘s back garden.

He feels finally free after hearing his uncle talk about the new corn he‘s been growing and how the high fiber content has really helped with his digestion for the past half an hour, and all he wants to do is throw Y/N over his shoulder, go home and fuck the ever living shit out of her. Maybe they won‘t even make it inside the house, he thinks, maybe he‘ll just take her in the car in the driveway.

“Hey, is the old man you‘re talkin‘ about supposed to be me?“ he pretends to be offended with raised brows and mouth open in mock offense, throwing his arm around his lovie‘s shoulders and leaning against the side of the bench in a hunched over sitting position with his bum right at the edge.

“Well, I don‘ really have any other old men watchin‘ Friends with me,“ she shrugs, her eyes regaining the light they get whenever Harry‘s around.

“Better not,“ he says in a stern tone, expression softening once again as he feels her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly in reassurance.

Then, he hears someone else giggle beside his baby, completely forgetting that Gemma‘s been sitting beside Y/N, because all he sees, knows and breathes is Y/N.

“You guys are so cute,“ Gemma giggles again and Harry notices just how tipsy his sister is from the sparkly look in her eyes, no doubt from the delicious wine set out on Anne‘s kitchen island. “Can I tell you a secret?“

“Go ‘head, Gem,“ he chuckles, brushing his fingers through lovie‘s soft hair, “jus‘ don‘ be mad at me if y‘gonna be embarassed by it for the rest of y‘life.“

“Oh, shut up,“ Gemma rolls her eyes, “I may be drunk, but ‘m not stupid, it‘s nothin‘ embarassing. Jus‘ wanted to tell you both how glad I am you two ended up together.“

“We‘re glad too, Gem, thank you,“ Y/N smiles at her, a fond look taking over her face from the realisation at how lucky she got with her sister-in-law. Or actually, Harry‘s whole family, really, and she feels beyond grateful for how accepted and loved she feels in it.

“No, like, ‘m sayin‘ just-just how grateful I am my brother ended up with someone so amazing, so understanding and just—overall such a great person. Really, at first, me ‘n mum were a bit skeptical because of—you know—the pretty big twelve year age difference and all, and Y/N bein‘ only eighteen when y‘met. But over time when we got to know you, you‘re mature beyond your years and I wouldn‘t wish Harry any other person. ‘M really glad that all the negative comments, looks and hate y‘both got at the start of your relationship didn‘t break you up or put any tiffs between you. Y‘gained the fans‘ trust, didn‘t let them overwhelm you. Just proves that no hardships can separate you‘s, you‘re meant to be.“

And Y/N‘s got tears in her eyes at the end of Gemma‘s mini speech, because she couldn‘t imagine hearing nicer words from her boyfriends family. If everyone genuinely thinks all of this about her, she‘s quite literally the luckiest person in the world.

Harry watches as Y/N doesn‘t hesitate to give Gemma a big, fat hug once she‘s done talking and all he thinks is how right Gemma is.

How right she is by saying that Y/N is the most fucking amazing thing to ever happen to him, how nothing can separate them and how they‘re meant to be. That‘s all Harry thinks about all day every day, and to think that his sister and probably the rest of his family have the same outlook on their relationship is like putting in the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Y/N pulls away from the hug and subtly wipes at her undereyes, “thank you, Gem. I just-I don‘ really know what else t‘say except thank y‘so much.“

“No, but seriously,“ Gemma grins at the next part she‘s about to say, “jus‘ the other day me and mum were talkin‘ about the adorable little buggers you‘d make with your good genes and all an-“

“Okay, Gem,“ Harry chuckles and takes the almost empty wine glass from her hand, “thank y‘for the kind words, but tha‘s all for tonight, I think.“

Gemma pouts, “hey, why‘d y‘take my wine?“

“C‘mon, let‘s go find Michal, he‘ll know what t‘do with ya,“ Harry smiles at his sister and helps her up from the bench and watches as she uncoordinately trots towards the door, heading inside of the warm house where the rest of his family are chatting away amongst eachother.

He stays behind and quickly leans down to whisper in Y/N‘s ear, gripping her thighs in both of his hands, “bathroom upstairs. In five minutes. Daddy doesn‘t like to wait.“ And walks away, catching up to his sister and leads her away to her boyfriend. He wants her, and he wants her now, because he physically cannot contain all of the love and absolute appreciation he has for her inside of him any longer.

Y/N just sits there with clenched thighs and an irregularly beating heart.

‘‘‘

“Fuck,“ Harry pants against his lovie‘s neck, keeping her hands pinned to the wall above her head by her wrists, “how are you this fucking beautiful, huh?“

“Fuck, please do something, Har,“ she mewls into his ear, desperately wanting to grind against something and longing to feel his cock lodged deep into her pussy.

“That‘s not my name,“ Harry growls and grips her wrists tighter.

“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me, just-please, do something.“

“God, bunny, y‘drivin‘ me crazy. Can‘t fuck you here, don‘t want m‘family t‘hear you screamin‘ fo‘ daddy to fuck y‘ass harder. Gonna make it home, first. Or halfway.“ He grinds against one of her thighs and his cock is leaking so much precome he‘s sure there‘s gonna be a wet stain on his dark jeans once they get out of this Goddamn bathroom.

“Just stop talking, Daddy,“ she pants out, not really caring for the consequences of talking back to daddy at this exact moment and slots her lips to his own, immediately sucking his tongue into her mouth.

And Harry thinks he‘s gonna let her off for this one, because they both need it so much that the bloody rules daddy made can fuck right off through the window.

He moans into her mouth and takes his tongue out of it, quickly pulling back and looking into her eyes, “put your hand into your panties and feel how wet y‘are for me.“ And let‘s go of her wrists.

She does as she‘s told, feeling so fucking thankful for the small amount of friction she gets from her fingers quickly brushing on her clit as she passes it to her weeping hole and rubs her her pointer finger at the entrance of it.

Taking her hand out of her pants, she shows Harry her shiny, slick fingers coated in her juices.

“Suck on them like you‘d suck my cock.“ He rasps out with his hands put on either side of her head.

She takes them into her mouth and moans at her own mouth-watering taste, sucking her fingers to the back of her throat and gagging on them like she‘d gag on Harry‘s cock.

Harry moans out from the filthy sight and locks their lips together for a final time, “five minutes to say goodbye t‘everyone and then I want y‘in the front seat of m‘car with your pants in the back.“

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was confused when the strange parcel was sent to him. The big, bold 'SKZ' was a clue it was from his rivals. He carefully opened the package, making sure it didn't contain any weird substance. He was shocked when he opened it to find a note that read:

"Give us what we want or we'll harm those you love most."

He widened his eyes when they sent photos of you, obviously taken without your knowledge of your daily life. This was the exact reason Hongjoong broke up with you. It was too dangerous to be with him, so he thought if he left you, you'd be safe, even if it broke his heart to leave you.

But then he saw a few photos that sent a shock through his body. He scanned them closely, making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. He saw pictures of you..... with a baby.

Hongjoong nearly fell out of his seat.

"Does this mean....?"

Hongjoong quickly got in his car and drove over to your place. He desperately knocked on your door, hoping you'd answer. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see him there and were about to ask what he was doing there, but he spoke up first.

"Do we have a child together?"

Your facial expression was a dead giveaway from the start, confirmed also when you nodded slightly. Looking down, you were afraid that he'd be mad, but instead, Hongjoong pulled you into a hug. Tilting his head, he whispered in your ear:

"I don't want to alarm you, but I'm going to have to relocate you both for your safety. I'll make sure nothing happens to you both. But you gotta come with me now."

You didn't even hesitate to do as he asked, grabbing just a small backpack to pack the important things you needed and to grab your son, who had just woken up from his nap. Hongjoong waited in the living room, anxiously waiting for you to come out. His heart started pounding hard when he heard a small whimper from behind. Turning around, he finally came face to face with his very own child. He smiled tenderly as he came closer to look at him.

"Can I...hold him?"

Hongjoong looked at you for permission, which you happily granted. He choked back tears as he held his son in his hands, unable to believe that this was real.

"Hey little one. I'm your daddy. Nice to finally meet you."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa completely forgot about what his task in the little town was the second he saw you. At first he couldn't believe that after months of not knowing about your whereabouts, now he's finally found you. He wanted to break down then and there. He had been so lost after he came home only to find you gone without so much as a goodbye. He spent restless nights and chaotic days trying to find a sign of you, but got nowhere. He didn't even know if you were alive.

Before you could get in your car, he approached you.

"Y/N..."

You dropped your keys when you saw him. You tried reaching down for them, but you were too slow and Seonghwa grabbed them, hindering your plans of escaping once again. He was not going to let you go before he got an explanation.

"Why?"

That was all he asked and you knew what he meant.

"I was afraid....."

He looked stunned.

"Of what?! I told you I would protect you! I would never let anything happen to you! If you had asked me to quit, I would do it in a heartbeat for you!" He didn't mean to get so emotional, but he couldn't contain his emotions that had been bottled up for so long.

"No Seonghwa....I was afraid that you would leave me..."

You sighed as you slowly closed the car door that had been covering you the entire time. Seonghwa trailed his eyes down until they landed on your swollen belly. It didn't take long for him to figure out that you were pregnant and he was the father. He looked back up at you, who had tears in your eyes.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want the baby, afraid you'd leave me if you found out...so I left before you could ever find out-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as you began sobbing. Seonghwa stepped closer to you, pulling you into an embrace, one of his hands resting on top of your bump.

"Y/N, I love you and I would have never left you. I love kids and to find out you're carrying my baby, I......I can't even explain how I feel."

He couldn't help himself and pulled back so he could kiss you. His kiss was filled with yearning and when he pulled back, his eyes were brimming with tears.

"Please come back to me..."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Once Yunho found out that you were kidnapped, he gathered all his men to get you out. He did not care about the fact you broke up with him, he still loved you and could not bear the thought of you getting hurt.

It was a bloody and difficult situation, but he was determined to get you out of there. He finally found you, unconscious and locked inside a cold room. Picking you up, he quickly got you out of there and rushed you over to Yeosang's laboratory, which also served as the clinic for them in case of an emergency....and clearly this was an emergency.

Yunho waited outside, desperately praying and hoping you would be ok. It seemed like forever before Yeosang finally came out.

"How is she?" Yunho immediately asked.

Yeosang sighed as he removed his glasses.

"She'll be fine, only unconscious for a few hours, but she'll pull through. She's a strong girl."

Yunho smiled and tightly hugged his friend.

"Thank you Yeosang."

When he pulled away, he noticed that Yeosang had a grim look on his face.

"Yeosang....is there something wrong?"

Yeosang hesitated before telling Yunho what he had discovered as he was checking on Y/N and running tests on her.

"Yunho....there's something you should know.."

Yunho widened his eyes as Yeosang revealed something he was not prepared for. He looked at him incredulous.

"Are- are you sure?" Yunho asked again.

"Positive. I'd say she's around 4 to 5 months in."

It all made sense to Yunho now. It had been 4 months since you left him and he had most definitely been intimate with you the month before you left. Although he was shocked, he was also happy. Happy to know that you didn't leave him because you didn't love him anymore, and ecstatic to find out he was going to be a dad.

When you finally woke up, Yunho's smile was the first thing you saw.

"Yunho..?"

"Shhh. It's ok. I'm here and you're all right.."

He kissed your forehead as one of his hands went to hold yours.

"And our baby is going to be fine."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Yeosang?" San called out to him once again after he didn't answer the first 3 times.

"Go away. I'm busy." Yeosang sternly said, refusing to even spare a glance at his friend.

He had been like that for a while. Ever since you left him 2 months ago, he had been locking himself up in his laboratory, refusing to come out, hardly eating or sleeping. He just immersed himself in his work to the point all the other members were starting to get worried about him. San knew it was a distraction, distraction from you and from the pain of your abandonment. Which is why he had gone out of his way to stalk you out and find out exactly why you left all of a sudden. And what he found out, he knew Yeosang needed to know.

"Yeosang...I've been following Y/N for an entire week-"

"I didn't fucking ask you to do that." Yeosang harshly spatted out.

"Yes.....but there's something you should know....the other day I saw her walking out of an obstetrician's clinic.."

Yeosang dropped the glass vial he was holding onto the floor, liquids splashing all over. Panic was written all over his face, which then quickly became rage.

"Fucking knew it. There was somebody else."

San was in disbelief at Yeosang's words.

"What? Yeosang! Are you even listening to me?"

Yeosang grunted as he began cleaning up his mess, not wanting to listen to anymore. But San wasn't giving up. Crouching down, he ripped away the rag in Yeosang's hand and made him look at him.

"Yeosang did it maybe cross your mind that the baby she's pregnant with might be yours?"

Yeosang stayed quiet, not even blinking as he thought over San's words.

"Could be mine......and also could be someone else's.."

San nearly punched Yeosang right then and there.

"You know, I didn't know Y/N half as much as you did, but if there's one thing I knew and never doubted was her love for you. So really ask yourself if you truly believe she'd be unfaithful to you."

Yeosang pondered over San's words for the entire night, tossing and turning as he began reminiscing about your time together. Unable to bear it any longer, he quickly went to your place, not caring that it was early dawn. When you saw him, you freaked out and were about to close the door, but he pushed himself in. Even though he already knew the answer all along, he wanted you to say it.

"Am I the father?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You let out a tiny giggle as your daughter played with the rattle in her hand. You had decided that since the day was lovely and the weather not too hot, you'd take her out for a stroll in the park. She was already a little over a year old and of course hated being inside for too long. You were so occupied in her cute little antics, you failed to notice the man that was walking towards you until he was right in front of you.

"San..." You cupped a hand over your mouth when you saw him for the first time in forever.

"Hey Y/N." He awkwardly greeted you.

"I thought you..." You couldn't finish your sentence, but San knew what you were talking about.

"You thought I was dead?"

He of course expected that reaction out of you. The last time you saw him was when he had to go out on a dangerous mission. He kissed you and promised you he'd come back, but you didn't hear from him again. When months turned to a year and still no word, you gave up hope and resigned yourself to move on and continue with your life.

Little did you know, that he was alive. He was in a coma for a long time, but he regained consciousness. It took a while for him to function and recuperate, but once he did, the first thing he wanted to do was see you again, hold you again and keep his promise of coming back.

"I told you I'd come back..."

He stepped closer to you. You hesitantly reached out to touch him, afraid of it being another one of your dreams and have him disappear once again. Sensing your worry, San took your hand and placed it on his cheek.

"And I never break a promise."

Unable to hold back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, tears spilling out as you were reunited with the love of your life. San was crying as well. The tiny babbling of the baby in the stroller reminded you that you two weren't alone. San pulled back and gazed upon the little girl in the stroller, who looked at him with curiosity. As San studied her features, he realized how much she resembled him.

"Is she....?"

He looked at you, who were donning a proud smile.

"She's our daughter San."

San cried more as he looked at the baby again, unable to resist himself as he picked her up and kissed her tiny face.

"Oh my God! have a beautiful daughter!"

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi carefully opened the door, hoping not to wake you up since it was so late, but unbeknownst to him, you were already awake.

"Mingi!"

You jumped out of the bed and went to go hug your loving boyfriend.

"Wow! Somebody missed me." He chuckled in between kisses.

"Well of course I did. I just needed you back here......I was afraid the entire time you were gone."

Your tiny pout made his heart melt. Mingi had always been a sucker for your cute and adorable nature.

"Baby it's all right. I told you I'm bulletproof. Nothing will ever happen to me." He assured you.

"I know...I was just particularly scared this time..." You bit your lip.

Mingi could sense something was wrong with you. His hands that were still wrapped around your waist felt the tiny tremble that coursed through your body.

"Baby...you're trembling. What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

You weren't sure if you should tell him at that moment since he was probably tired from his long trip and it was late, but you were so overwhelmed and excited to share the news with him that you couldn't help yourself.

"You know how I've told you that I hadn't been feeling well lately?"

Mingi nodded, recalling your phone conversations.

"Well I decided to take your advice and went to see a doctor..."

He couldn't handle the suspense. For a moment he believed something was wrong.

"Oh baby please tell me you're not dying!"

You bursted out laughing.

"No Mingi! I'm not dying. It's nothing bad...it's actually something wonderful."

Taking his hands in your own, you stared at him, wide smile as you delivered the news.

"Mingi, I'm pregnant."

He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, feeling so many emotions at once.

"Are you serious?- Y/N, don't play with me. My heart wouldn't take it if it was a joke.."

When you confirmed it was true, Mingi lit up and picked you up, peppering kisses all over your face.

"You just made me the happiest man alive."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

It was a devastating night for you. You had gone out to buy a cake to celebrate and share the good news with Wooyoung: you were pregnant. But on your way back home, you heard weird noises coming from an alley. Keeping out of sight, you were shocked to see the man you loved pull out a gun and shoot someone dead.

You ran back home, trying to process everything you saw. Your first instinct was to run and that's what you did. You only took your wallet and a few things and just ran out of the apartment you shared with Wooyoung. You completely forgot about the fact you left the pregnancy test wrapped in a cute little bow for Wooyoung to see as soon as he came home.

When he did, he was alarmed that you were gone, thinking someone had kidnapped you. But then Yeosang called him.

"She knows. And she's gone."

Wooyoung didn't blame you. He was afraid of you finding out who he was because he knew how'd you react. Instead of going after you, he decided to give you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn't want him around yet. He secretly had people watch over you for him, so he could keep an eye on you and the baby.

He only went back to see you when you suddenly went into labor 8 months into the pregnancy, thus resulting in an emergency c-section. He knew he needed to be there for you and for your child, even if you didn't want him there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, afraid when you saw him in your hospital room.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to take care of you and our baby."

You widened your eyes at that, but refused to show your fear.

"I don't need your help. I'll raise him on my own."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you.

"You don't get to make that decision by yourself. He's my son too and you're in no condition to protest. Once you're both released, you're moving back in with me." He stated firmly.

"I don't want to! I don't want to be around you! You're dangerous-"

"Y/N it'll only be more dangerous for you both if I don't keep you by my side. I don't want rivals getting close to you or the baby. So whether you like it or not, I'm staying by your side."

Wooyoung's resolution only deepened when he went to go see his son in the NICU. He smiled fondly as his finger touched the glass separating them.

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you or your mom. I love you both too much."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Sir? I have something important to share with you?"

Jongho gestured for the man to come in. The man held a folder out to him.

"I'm sorry it has taken so long, but I finally got the information you wanted. Address, phone number, everything is in there."

Jongho's heart stopped for a moment. Finally, he'd be able to find out where you were after searching for so long. He shakily opened the folder and took a deep breath when he saw a most recent picture of you. You looked fine and healthy, looking like you put on a little bit of weight. His fingers gently caressed the picture, wishing it was really you in front of him.

"There's also something else I found out..."

You came home from another long day at work. You rubbed your eyes as you made your way into your bedroom. When you turned on the light, you gasped when you saw Jongho sitting on your bed.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The color drained from your face as you realized he knew. You tried so hard to conceal your secret, but Jongho still ended up finding out.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Don't play dumb Y/N! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" His voice resonated through the room, hurt and pain could be heard in it.

You looked down at the floor in shame, your hand instinctively resting on top of your baby bump. You sniffled softly as you tried to hold back tears. You didn't notice Jongho had gotten up until he was standing right in front of you.

"Why couldn't you just tell me? Do you not know how torturous it was not knowing your whereabouts? Not knowing if you were even alive?"

You knew he was crying as well and it made you feel more guilty about running away and hiding the fact he was going to be a father.

"Do you hate me?"

Jongho sighed, his arms wrapping around you, one hand tilting your chin up.

"Of course not. I could never hate you. I love you so much my darling."

He pecked your lips before placing a hand protectively on top of your bump.

"And I already love our child."

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