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ikeuverse · 1 year

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PARTY IN THE U.S.A — s.jaeyun

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 2.5k+

WARNINGS: just a few curses and (a lot of) kissing.

SYNOPSIS: you've never missed watching your best friend play, but unfortunately a match falls right on the day of a super-important exam. jake is distraught because it's right when his team loses, making him listen to the one song that everyone knows he listens to when he's sad… it's up to you to sort it out somehow.

NOTES: the vote for the next story had our dear jake as the winner, so here it is! i wrote this one a while ago at the time of the live he said he listens to this song when he's sad, so i thought about it and just came up with this. i hope you like it!

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"Are you really not going to watch my game today?" Jake's melancholy voice almost made your heart break even more.

It was more than obvious that you wanted to go, not least because you had never missed a single one of his games for the university team. But that same university was tearing your sanity apart by holding an exam in the middle of the afternoon, where more than half the students would be watching the soccer team play.

Jake was the top scorer. Famous for his relentless passing, his perfect goals – not to mention his breathtaking looks. You, as his best friend, couldn't deny the slight crush you felt. It was ridiculous to say that kind of thing when you knew that half the campus fell in love with him.

But on that particular day, it wasn't as if you weren't going because you wanted to. Your teacher would kill you – and your whole class – if you missed that test. It was important. So was Jake's game. Ever since you became friends at the beginning of high school and he joined every sport possible, you went to watch him play. It was a tradition for both of you, even if it was raining. That's why you accumulated raincoats of all colors in your closet and even one or two different umbrellas; one of them even too big for your liking to hold your friends when they went with you.

You did everything for Jake and he recognized that, so much so that he felt selfish when he sulked all day just because you weren't going today. He wouldn't meet your eyes once you got on the pitch.

He couldn't hear you shouting his name after a goal or even running up to the stands and hugging your friends. A mere excuse he had since you were always with all of them, so Jake could hug you too.

A long sigh left your lips as you left the university hall. The pencil and pen pressed against your fingers as you walked through the corridors with the thought that you had done well. The content was extensive, and the whole thing was giving you a headache, but studying every night had been worth it after all. Because even when you felt tired, even when you'd exhausted yourself studying at night, Jake would show up to keep you company.

Shit, Jake. You quickly checked your cell phone for a message from him, because by that time the game was surely over.

To your surprise, he hadn't sent anything, but your cell phone had hundreds of messages from Jungwon and Heeseung. Your heart sank at this.

Dialing the number of one of the boys, you were grateful when Jungwon answered on the second ring.

"Y/n?" he didn't even wait for you to say anything, just seeing your name flashing on the screen of his cell phone.

"Jungwon, hey. Is everything okay?" you knew it wasn't. And Jungwon knew that you were smart enough to know that since he had called your cell phone at least six times. Heeseung called four more.

"Well, no..." there was a slight pause on the other end of the line, his footsteps instinctively tightening as he walked across campus "Can you come to our apartment?"

He didn't even have to ask you once more to get you to agree and say you'd be there as soon as possible. It was a relief that the boys' apartment wasn't so far from the college, even if running hadn't been a good idea, but the desperation of Jungwon's call made your heart squeeze and think of a thousand different scenarios.

Had Jake been hurt during the game? What had happened to make things go wrong like that? The thought of Jake being hurt made your whole body ache, and he blamed himself for not being there and for not providing enough assistance.

It was the only game you hadn't been to in all these years of friendship, so this feeling was rather new. Add to that the fact that you'd had a crush on him for a while, wanting to see him play or do something alongside him, but that was something that wouldn't even come out of your mouth.

Standing in front of the apartment complex, it didn't take long for you to enter and go straight to the elevator that gave access to the boys' floor. But especially today, the journey seemed much longer and more time-consuming, and you'd been doing it for so long that you couldn't even count, but it was torturing you so much.

"Y/n" Jungwon called out as soon as the door opened, without letting you realize that you had already reached their floor, stopped at the door and even rang the bell.

"Hi" you hugged him briefly, entering the apartment and being greeted by Heeseung with a quick hug as well "So?"

"Look…" Jungwon sighed as he closed the door. The three of you walked to the center of the room as he took the initiative in the conversation "You know, we lost the game today…"

He didn't want you to feel guilty at all. Jungwon understood about your commitments, even Sunghoon was with you – because he was from your class – taking that damn exam. You both lost today's game.

"What? Wait… Did you really lose?" your eyes widened.

"It was just a friendly, anyway" Heeseung flopped down on the sofa, picking up a cushion to rest his head on "The problem is that Jake is devastated."

Yes, he hated losing a game. You knew that.

"But I don't think it has anything to do with our defeat today" Jungwon nibbled the inside of his cheek, staring directly at you. Your eyes wandered between him and Heeseung, a frown on the face of the older man sitting on the sofa.

"He's been listening to Party in the U.S.A since we arrived, y/n. You need to do something because I can't take it anymore," he exploded.

You laughed softly, seeing Jungwon give you a disapproving look straight away. Perhaps they had rehearsed a better way to tell you something, but Heeseung's impatience made him practically beg for your help.

"And how am I going to do that? Maybe going there will be worse because I didn't go to see today's game…"

"On the contrary" Jungwon quickly interrupted, "You're the only person who can make him turn that thing off."

"Why?"

A moment of silence and Heeseung dropped the cushion, getting up from the sofa.

"It's so obvious, y/n" he rolled his eyes, but there was a playful smile on his lips as he took hold of your shoulders and led you down the corridor of the apartment. The corridor gave access to the three bedrooms as well as the bathroom.

Jake's room was the last in the corridor and, as soon as you and Heeseung got close to the door, you understood why the other two boys were so frustrated. The music was extremely loud even with the door closed – and possibly locked – while you could hear nothing but Miley Cyrus' voice.

You turned to Heeseung, noticing now that Jungwon was also behind him. Both of them looked at you with such anticipation as you stared back at them.

"How am I supposed to compete with that? When he hears that song…" you whimpered, Jungwon taking the lead to hold you by the shoulders this time.

"We trust you and the power you have over that crybaby" he winked at her, laughing and making her laugh too "Now make him turn it off or I'm breaking that little speaker today."

Both you and Heeseung knew that would never happen. It would be easier for the older one to break the speaker or for you to hide it in your apartment than for little Jungwon to do anything that would make Jake sad or even angrier.

So, turning towards his bedroom door again, you dared to give it a few knocks.

No answer.

A few more knocks and Jungwon's hands came off your shoulders. You heard footsteps moving away, looking back while the two boys were still there. As if to encourage you.

When you knocked once more, the music seemed to get even louder. As if Jake didn't want to be interrupted from his moment. You snorted at this and turned the handle on an impulse, praying that it was open or you'd punch that door until it opened.

And to your surprise it was. Jake didn't usually lock his door because he knew his friends wouldn't come into his room unless he gave permission when he was in those melancholy moments. He hadn't realized that you had opened the door until the bang of closing it made him jump out of bed.

Looking at you with an astonished face, Jake got up from the bed and practically ran towards you. His eyes were glued to yours, bright and fixed on your eyes. He didn't look like he'd cried, but he was about to if you hadn't shown up for a few more minutes.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" he asked, you were only able to understand because of the proximity. Your shoulders shrugged and your hands went straight to your ears, indicating that you couldn't hear properly because the music was still too loud "Fuck, I'm sorry" Jake ran over to the speaker to turn it down to a considerable volume. He didn't want to stop listening to you because he still felt bad, but he would leave the music in a more comfortable setting so that he could hear your voice more clearly.

"What did you ask me?" you said after he came closer, big eyes staring at you and lips parted.

He didn't need to know that you had heard him perfectly, you just needed an excuse for him to say something and then think about how to continue the conversation.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again.

Jake seemed restless in his seat, his hands hovering at his sides and sometimes going to the hem of the sweatshirt he was wearing to play with something between his fingers.

"The boys couldn't stand the music" you smiled, but he didn't reciprocate because he had looked away from you "And I wanted to know how you were after the game."

"We lost" he said dryly, staring at you for a brief moment "Happy now?"

Jake walked away from you, his hands running through his hair as he let out a long sigh. He had his eyes closed, but you couldn't see because he preferred to keep his back to you.

"Why would I be happy about this, Jake?" you didn't want to feel upset by his tone, knowing that it was a big part of the frustration he felt. Jake sighed again, turning towards you.

"Because in all these years of friendship, you've never lost a game I've played" he was angry, you could see the way his brow furrowed as he spoke. His forehead wrinkled and his lips reddened because he had brushed his teeth a few times before speaking.

"I had a test today, it's not like I'm going to lose your game because I just wanted to," you said in the same tone, trying to get it into his head once and for all.

Jake knew he was being selfish, he knew it, and he would never interfere with your future either, because university was important to both of you. But the frustration over his newly discovered feelings for you, Heeseung, and Jungwon's teasing and the loss of today's game only intensified and he knew he would explode at some point.

Listening to Party In the U.S.A would be the only thing that would de-stress him from that whole incredibly shitty day.

"Anyway, Heeseung said it was friendly, it wasn't even a big deal" you shrugged and didn't know why you'd said it. But you knew it hadn't been a good idea when Jake got angry again. His eyes darkened and he was about to scream from the looks of it.

"So my game was no good, y/n? Is that what you mean?" he asked, you opened your mouth to say something, but Jake was quicker "You know what? Fuck, it really wasn't a big deal whether you went or not" he turned the music back up to the same volume as before, if not even louder.

The looping of Miley's voice had never entered your mind so much at that moment and you knew you wouldn't be hearing that song for weeks to come.

Talking to Jake hadn't gone as well as you'd hoped because not only was he upset, but you were upset too. It wasn't possible that your best friend was acting like this just because you hadn't gone to the game.

But then Heeseung's words echoed in your mind. It's so obvious. You didn't like to play the fool for that kind of thing, especially when it seemed to be completely reciprocated. Losing Jake's feelings for you wasn't in your plans, even more so after you came to accept that you felt it too, even if he didn't know it.

So your body acted better than your mind and, before you knew it, your hands were resting on the back of his swivel chair. With a little effort to make it spin along with Jake's body, you managed to catch his startled gaze as he started to face you.

"Y/n, you—"

"No time for bullshit, you little shit" you cursed angrily, but your actions said completely the opposite when your fingers gently held Jake's face just to keep him in place.

You pressed your lips to his and a long sigh came out of Jake's mouth at the sudden contact. He remained static for a few seconds, processing whether this was really happening or whether he was imagining it too much. But no, he wasn't dreaming and he realized it when the tip of your tongue pressed against his lips to ask for passage.

Jake gave in willingly, he wasn't going to turn down something he dreamed about practically every night even though he thought it was wrong to fantasize about his best friend.

In one swift movement, his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. The kiss took on even more rhythm and desire as the two of you attacked each other's lips. Your hands tangled in Jake's hair and pulled slowly as he pressed you against his body.

Gasping breaths, foreheads pressed together and the tip of his nose lightly brushing against yours.

"Jake" you called after a period of silence, him murmuring softly as he caressed your waist over the T-shirt you were wearing.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Don't listen to that song anymore, please?" he laughed at your question, opening his eyes to find yours still closed.

You were so beautiful, but you looked even more stunning with your lips red and moist with his saliva mixed with yours from the kiss you shared with him, sitting on his lap. Jake couldn't help letting out a sigh, closing his eyes, and brushing his lips against yours again.

"Only if you kiss me more often like you did today," he whispered, causing a shiver to run through his entire body "I bet that'll calm me down more than any song I could ever listen to."

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dizzyjelly · 1 year

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Stress Relief(18+)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You're busy studying for college, but your gf Ellie insists you come spend some time with her. She noticed you're growing frustrated with your studies, so she provides you with some stress relief.

A/n: alr you guys this won my poll, I will be posting those other stories in order of which got the most to least votes !!

Cw: smoking 🍃, r!first time smoking, shotgunning, needy reader, smut, oral r!receiving, fingerings e!receiving, boob play, boob sucking

You stood at Ellies door, kicking it with your foot instead of knocking because your hands were full. She'd been begging you to come hang out at her dorm but you had to study. So she told you to just bring your books and that's what you did. She insisted it'd been too long since she last saw you and and she just needed to spend some quality time with her girl.

When she got all sweet and sappy like that, you just couldn't refuse. She was at the door almost immediately with a huge smile. First she'd grab your books for you and bring them inside, setting them on her bed. Then she turned around and pulled you into a hug. Her arms would wrap around your back tightly and your own came around her shoulders.

"Hi." You giggle, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Hey." She kisses you on the cheek before pulling away and walking over to her bedside table.

You noticed she was rolling a joint and you chuckled, sitting on her bed and opening your books. Ellie smoked around you often and you didn't mind. But you never tried it yourself, you didn't really want to. She'd try and convince you, but wouldn't push too hard.

Ellie joined you quickly, resting so her back was against the headboard as she took a hit. She watches you as you flip through your books and jot down occasional notes, and she notices you seem to get stuck on a certain page for a while. Eventually, you let out a frustrated groan and shut the book aggressively, dropping your head into your hands with a sigh. Ellie chuckles at this and gives you a sympathetic look.

"Hey, c'mere baby." She motions for you to come sit with her.

You don't say anything, just make your way between her legs and rest your back against her chest. She wraps one arm around you as the other one is still used to hold her joint. She blows her smoke into your face, which you scrunch your nose at as you use your hand to swat it away. She chuckle, placing light kisses on your neck.

"You feeling stressed?" Her breath is hot against your skin as her lips are still at your neck as she asks the question.

You nod, leaning your head back onto her shoulder to give her better access. She waits for you to say something else as she continues kissing at your neck, occasionally your jaw too.

"Yeah.." You let out a low whine, "i just don't understand this one chapter and i-its really frustrating.." You stutter as her teeth grazed your neck every so slightly.

"Maybe you should try a little stress relief? What d'you think hm.." Ellie gestures her joint towards you.

You considered it, but you were still really nervous. You bit down on your bottom lip before answering.

"I don't know Els, I've never even smoked before.." You were hesitant.

"What if I told you I know a little trick, it'll make it easier since it's your first time." She spoke softly, her chin rested on your shoulder now and her words whispered directly into your ear.

"Mm I guess.." You hum, nodding as Ellie turns you around so you're facing her.

Your sat on your knees between her legs, her arm rests lazily at your lower back. She tell you to open your mouth and you do so, watching her with an innocent expression as she takes another hit. Instead of blowing it out in your face, like you'd expected, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours.

She blows the smoke directly into your mouth and then kisses you lightly before pulling away and using her fingers to close your lips. She bites her lip as she watches you hold it in for as long as she makes you. Finally she removes her fingers from your lips and you open your mouth, the smoke goes out into the air between your faces.

Ellie chuckles lowly at you as you let out a tiny cough. With a smirk, she brings her finger to boop your nose.

"You're... cute.." She whispers, but you were so close that you heard her anyways.

"Thanks.." You whisper back with a giggle.

Ellie looks at you as she gestures for you to actually take the joint, eyebrows raised. With a sigh you take it between your thumb and index finger then bring it to you lips. She gazes at you as you breathe it in then cough it out, another laugh falling past her lips. She's surprised when you take two more hits rather than handing it back to her. On your third hit you don't cough at all and she smiles as she takes the join from you.

"Wow baby.. I'm impressed." Her voice is low, and you smile and blush a little at her comment.

Feeling flustered, you don't say anything. Instead you adjust your seating position so your straddling her lap, you thighs resting at her hips. Ellie smirks at this as she pulls you close using her arm wrapped around your back. Your arms rest lazily at her shoulders, your hands holding one another behind her head.

"What, no thank you? Has someone forgotten her manners..?" She whispers into your ear before kissing and nibbling ar your earlobe a bit.

"N-no, I just-" you decide not to explain yourself and instead just give her what she wants "thank you Ellie.." your voice is quiet, and she can tell you're feeling needy too.

"'S what I thought.. good girl." Her breath is hot against your ear.

Ellie knew that name, praise, whatever, drove you insane. You let out a deep, slow exhale at the name. She chuckles, feeling you squirm uncomfortably in her lap. A moment later, you lean back and hold her face in your hands before leaning in to kiss her.

Your lips slot against her own perfectly and it's not long before she's prodding her tongue at your bottom lip. Excitedly, you open your mouth and let her slip her tongue inside. You can't help but moan into the kiss as she explores every crevice of your mouth, as well as swirls her tongue around your own.

Ellie puts the joint out since its already nearly done. Then she proceeds to move and lie down on her back, her hands roaming to your ass. You pull back from the kiss to moan as she gropes you, your body weight resting on top of her. She smiles at you, biting her lip as she gives your ass a little spank. You put your hands at either side of her head, staring into her eyes.

"Ellie I... I need you.." You whine.

"Fuckkk baby... you need me?" She asks, her voice is low and rough.

"Mhmm... so so bad.." You were full on whimpering now, but Ellie loved every second of it.

Ellie didn't say another word, her hands held your upper thighs and her thumbs rubbed lazy circles onto the bare skin. You'd worn a skirt today, which she loved. Within seconds she had you on your back, her hands running up and down your sides as she made her way between your legs.

After the first or second kiss she'd place to your inner thigh, Ellie pulled at the hem of your shirt. Immediately you understood and took it off. She smiled, admiring your tits for a while before she finally leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the top of each of them. Then she removed your bra, it was pretty which made her let out a small laugh as she discarded it onto the floor.

Once your tits were fully exposed, Ellie instantly latched onto one while her hand groped at the other. Her tongue flicked over one nipple and she'd nibble at it lightly every couple seconds. And her hand held the other one, her fingers pinching your hardened nipple. Not too hard, nor too soft, but just right. Ellie always knew how to do it just right.

After she was satisfied with herself, having switched her lips and hand between your tits for a good while, she slowly started to kiss down your body. First, between your boobs, then down to your belly. And finally, she way eye level with your cunt. It really was a sight to see, her lust filled eyed staring into your own as you could feel her hot breath between your lips.

When she finally did press her tongue to your folds, it was pure bliss. First she'd slowly lick up from you hole all the way to your clit. And when she got there, she wrapped her lips around it and flicked her tongue over it quickly. One of your hands tangled in her hair, gripping and pulling it in all the right places. Your other hand gripped the sheets.

"Oh my God ellie..." You moaned and whined, unintentionally bucking your hips against her face.

She smirked against your wet pussy as she felt you trying to push yourself against her more. You threw your head back into her pillows with a deep sigh, moaning and whining as Ellie continued to go down on you. One of her hands held and caressed your right thigh, the other one rested lazily by her side.

A few minutes later and she was bringing her free hand between your legs. As she continued to suck on your swollen clit, she pressed her middle and ring fingertips to your aching entrance. When she finally buried them inside you, she groaned at the wall your gummy walls clenched down instantly.

The feeling was almost too much. Being so full while Ellie also stimulated your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long. Before you knew it, both your hands were tangled in her hair. You gripped and pulled at it roughly as loud moans spewed from your mouth relentlessly.

"E-El-lie.. 'm gonna cuum.." You whined, your eyes squeezed shut with blinding pleasure.

"Come on. Give it to me. Be a good girl and cum for me." Her voice was all you needed to reach your high, and her lips returned to your puffy clit as soon as she finished talking.

You couldn't help yourself. As you gushed all over your face, you bucked your hips up into her aggressively. Once you came down from your high your legs trembled slightly. You laid there, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Ellie chuckled as she moved to lay beside you, your head resting on her shoulder as she did.

"Damn babe.. gonna get a noise complaint. Again." She laughed.

You let out a small whine at her teasing, pressing your face into the side of her neck without a word. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rubbed your arm softly. Your own arm laid across her stomach, holding her waist gently.

"Stop.." You mumbled against her, she felt your hot breath against her neck.

"Sorry, I'm kidding, im kidding baby.." She kissed your forehead with a smile.

"Uh, what about you? You didn't get to.. finish." You were offering to get her off, indirectly.

Indirectly because even after she made you see stars and left your legs shaking, you were still shy. Your cheeks still flushed red as you offered. Ellie chuckled softly.

"Go ahead baby." She nodded down towards herself.

You bit your lip as you moved to kiss her cheek softly. Then your kisses grew sloppily and more aggresive as you moved them to her jaw and neck. She let out quiet, soft grunts as you did this. Her breath hitched as she felt you trail your hand down her chest, to her belly, then all the way down to her cunt.

You smiled against her neck when you slipped your hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. You'd known she got turned on by eating you out, but damn. You watched with a smile as her breath hitched when you rubbed small, slow, circles on her clit. You'd quicken your pace just to watch her stutter incoherently, then slow down all again.

You'd continue this until she came, which caused her to close her eyes and bite her lip while groaning softly. You loved to watch her face as she came. She was so beautiful. After you both got cleaned up, you rested in her bed spooning.

"I love you baby.." She whispers, kissing your cheek softly.

"I love you." You whispered back, smiling at her kisses and affection.

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hailuchiha · 6 months

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Hey! Your blog is right up my alley and I love your writing? I saw something similar on a different blog, and I really wanted to see your take on it. Feel free to ignore if you don't want to write it 😿💔

Req: Itachi has a younger sister close to his age. When she's of age, Fugaku wants to teach Itachi his place and duty as Uchiha heir and has him breed his sister.

!! 18+ NSFW!!

!!MINORS DNI!!

!!ALL characters involved are 18+ NO MINOR CHARACTERS!!

incest; betrayal?; expectations; breeding; sibling incest; old customs; lineage; loss of virginity; first time; misogynistic behavior; impartial treatment; noncon; taboo

Know Your Place

While Fugaku was far less intense than some of the older generation clan heads, be it Uchiha or from other clans, he still had to uphold some practices, especially since all eyes were always on the Uchihas.

His beloved wife was loathe to put her precious children through that ritual, begging him to use his position as clan head to vote his children out of it. However, Fugaku was nothing if not dutiful. He would not show any bias towards his family. Ancient Konoha customs were especially sacred to the Uchiha and Senju, since they were the founder's blood.

After many fights and arguments, Mikoto had unhappily relented, seeing that she couldn't change her husband's mind. His heart ached for his wife as he could imagine where she was coming from. So, to spare her somewhat, he suggested she should go visit her friend the fated day and to even have a sleepover if possible.

While she had still not been happy about his decision and what would befall their children, she had thanked him for the suggestion, ever courteous, and went to sleep with her back turned towards him.

The fateful day finally came. Mikoto, despite being upset with her husband, had taken his suggestion and planned a date with Kushina to spend the whole day together and end it in a sleepover. She had already told Sasuke to come straight to Naruto's home with him after their training ended. If there was one silver lining in the situation, she figured it was that her baby would be spared the fates of his elder siblings.

Their daughter had come of age around a week ago. Fugaku knew what had to be done. And it had to be done today, with his wife safely out of the picture so as not to have to witness what needed to happen.

Sometime before noon, Fugaku came into the living room and called for both his eldest children in a booming voice. Itachi came first, coming in from where he'd been in the back garden, looking mildly curious. Fugaku gestured for him to wait, to which he obliged, knowing he'd find out whatever his father wanted once his sister came down.

His second born, and only daughter, tiptoed down the stairs, poking her head around the door to gauge the situation. She flinched upon seeing his intense expression and straightened up, quickly slinking into the room and sitting opposite him, beside Itachi.

"You're both old enough now," he got straight to business. "Itachi, you're my heir. You need to stake your claim. As for you," he fixed his daughter with a cold gaze. "You must ensure and strengthen his position. Your place is beside him."

She bit the inside of her cheek, looking towards Itachi for clarity, but he was staring in confusion at their father.

"I don't understand father," she said, trying to lower the intensity radiating off of both the men. "It's understood I'll make sure his position is strong... Why are you saying it like this?"

Fugaku breathed out through his nose, praying for patience to get through this. He kept his demeanor and tone harsh, knowing that was the most efficient way to get through this.

He barked at her to undress, that she was to do as she was told. That was her position. He ignored the angry, hurt tears welling in her eyes and kept his gaze focused on his son, whose fists were balled tightly on his lap.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter looking to Itachi for help, but eventually realizing her older brother wouldn't take her side here. If the situation weren't so dire, he would have smiled in pride at his son's sense of loyalty. Fugaku knew how much Itachi adored his younger siblings, but to see that he would do whatever it takes for his clan and village made him proud.

His daughter slowly undressed, fighting back tears and looking forlorn. When she was completely bare, she folded her arms over her chest, trying futilely for some semblance of modesty. He could see the slight tremours in Itachi's arms as he fought for restraint.

Fugaku took a quick inspection of her folds, having her hold her cunt open, feet spread far apart. He nodded with satisfaction upon finding her virginity in tact. Now to move on to the next part.

Next, he had her lay on the low table in front of Itachi, barking at her to spread her legs and keep them open when she would start to close them, shaking from the absurdity of the situation.

Itachi hadn't moved an inch from his spot, still kneeling at his seat. He didn't meet Fugaku's eyes when the clan head turned towards him.

"Itachi," he called out sternly, although his voice was considerably free of the harshness he had used on his daughter. "You are to be the future leader of this clan. You must take her, and make sure to spill inside. She'll bear many children for you."

For a long moment, Fugaku feared his eldest won't obey. That this was where he'd draw the line and Fugaku would have to use stricter means. He fixed his son with a cold look, barely paying attention to his vulnerable daughter, who had hidden her face behind her hands. He let her hide for now.

Then, slowly, Itachi shifted, reaching out to grab the only item Fugaku had prepared for this occasion. He took the jar and opened it, dipping his fingers into the thick lubricant. Wordlessly, he brought the fingers to his sister's pink folds that were splayed uncomfortably in front of him. He didn't waste time in teasing or arousing pleasure, and simply got to work using his slick fingers to lubricate and open her up with quick motions as if sensing Fugaku's rising impatience.

The man pulled his daughter's trembling hands away from her face, revealing her teary eyes and conflicted expression. He wanted to give her a kind smile and comfort her, but he remembered his duty as a father and clan head were most important right now.

"Look at him," he said instead, words as stern as his eyes. "Don't bring your hands up again!"

Pleased with his work when her hands dropped to her sides on the tabletop, clenched into tight fists, Fugaku went behind Itachi who was lining up his manhood to his sister's prepared cunt. With a hand on his son's shoulder, Fugaku watched as his thick, engorged head breached his daughter's virgin entrance, telling him to keep pushing as she began to squirm.

He didn't comment when Itachi's hands went to her waist, holding her down as he spoke gentle words to calm his sister down and reassuring her that the pain would subside.

“Easy, love. Just a bit more… It’ll get better,” Itachi murmured against the skin of her neck before pressing a gentle kiss there.

With a few more thrusts, he was buried inside her, having successfully breached her cunt. Fugaku winced, having caught sight of the thin streaks of blood from her hymen coating the length of Itachi's fat cock as he pulled out to thrust back in, the red now pinkish from mixing with the white lubrication Itachi had used generously while preparing her. The clanhead patted his son on the back as he finally started to fuck his sister properly, seemingly having gotten over the inhibitions from earlier. Content in knowing that his work was done, Fugaku quietly exited the living room and retreated to his study.

As he leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar, he wished Mikoto would return home tonight instead of sleeping over at her friend's house after all. He was only human, and the past couple hours had aroused his need for his wife.

He blew out a ring of smoke, letting his eyes fall shut as the muffled sounds of his son breeding his daughter filtered through the thin walls to his office.

NOTE: edits and corrections may come along as i have time and notice them

#itachi uchiha #uchiha smut #naruto headcanons #naruto scenarios #naruto #itachi #itachi smut #fugaku uchiha #itachi x sister #uchiha oc #uchiha reader #sister ocs

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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“I’m sorry, I know I overreacted.”

Ty @hoodharlow for helping me 😘💕

AN: Baby Jack and Baby First Lady when they were in high school

Sighing to yourself, you looked over the notes that you had made to complete your assignment that you got paired with Ezra Hamilton for in your AP history class.

Getting home just an hour ago, the afternoon had been spent over his house after school had let out and during that time, Jack had been blowing up your phone attempting to apologize for how he reacted to the entire situation.

Ezra didn't like Jack and Jack didn't like Ezra.

Jack didn't like Ezra because he thought at one point he liked you and Jack quickly put a stop to it and ever since then, Ezra would avoid Jack at all costs. Even though it was hard seeing that they were both on the varsity soccer team.

Jack was voted team captain and only won by one vote.

Of course the person that had been trying to get the spot of captain was of course no one other than Ezra.

Because of how competitive they both were, it was always tit for tat while they were always trying to one up each other.

When you told Jack after lunch as he was walking you to your next class about the project, he immediately got an attitude with you. You did your best to keep calm, but when he kept complaining about you having to go over Ezra's house to do the project, you instantly walked away from him and ignored him for the rest of the day.

“I don't want you anywhere near him.”

“Will you relax? It's just one project and he's not as bad as you try to make him out to be. He's actually really nice.”

Hearing this, Jack immediately turned up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“Oh? So you two are best friends now?”

“Jackman, drop this and drop it now. It's not like I picked him to be my partner. Our teacher paired us up.”

“Tell her you need to switch.”

“Will you get a damn grip? What the hell do you have against him?”

“He's probably going to try and steal you from me and I can't have that. You're mine.”

Hearing this, you stopped walking and Jack quickly did the same thing. You were quiet as you stared at him trying not to go off and yell.

“I'm not a fucking object so stop talking about me like I am. Last time I checked I was YOUR girlfriend who has actual feelings and I only want YOU. But if you are going to continue to be jealous when another person even GLANCES my way, maybe we need to rethink that. Don't talk to me until you lose that damn attitude. I'm doing this project and going over Ezra's house after school so don't even bother waiting for me. Go to class before you make yourself late for the millionth time.”

“I… baby… wait a minute.” Jack started to say as he attempted to grab your hand, but you immediately moved it away.

“No. Bye.” Was all you said as you went and sat down in your next to last class of the day and Jack muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath before running a hand through his curly hair.

You stared at your phone once more as it rang and simply watched it until it stopped. Your feelings of being upset with Jack were still at the forefront of your mind, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him.

After taking a shower, putting on your pajamas and wrapping your hair in order to get ready for bed, you heard a knock on your window and couldn't help but to roll your eyes because you knew it was Jack.

Opening your curtains, you simply stared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Baby! Let me in!” Jack exclaimed, but it came out muffled because the window still wasn't open.

“No. Go away.”

“Please! I need to apologize to you. You've been ignoring me all day.”

As you opened your window, Jack tumbled inside as you sat on your bed with your arms crossed waiting for him to speak.

“Baby girl…”

“What?”

“I'm sorry, I know I overreacted. I just don't like him. I trust you, please know that. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship. I was an asshole to you earlier.” Jack told you as he sat down next to you and kissed your cheek.

He was surprised that you didn't move away from him.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I only have eyes for you and only want you?”

“A million and one?” Jack shyly answered and you simply shook your head as you tried not to laugh.

“Too jealous for your own good.”

“So, how did everything go when you went to his house?”

“Oh, it was fine. We got a lot done. His mom made us snickerdoodles.”

All Jack did was look at you.

“Snickerdoodles are our thing and I know that my mom's cookies taste better.”

“Don't start. But I might have mentioned that they are my favorite.”

“So, you don't need to see him anymore unless we're in school, right? This was only a one time thing?”

“Babe, our project isn't finished.”

“Hmm, I can come and help speed up the process a little bit with my intimidating presence.”

All you did was stare at him with a blank look on your face.

“I can't believe that I actually take you seriously sometimes. You wouldn't hurt a fly.”

“I know, that's why we're a perfect match. You’ll beat someone's ass in a heartbeat.”

“I…. Jackman, I will throw you out the window.”

"See? My point exactly."

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow angst

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svnflowerkae · 2 months

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After a mission

Characters: Sub!Lyney x gn!reader

tw: porn with a bit of plot, male masturbation, edging, (if you squint) overstimulation, (implied) small cock Lyney, little aftercare, reader uses "puppy" a few times, praise here and there.

I just want to thank you all again for voting on the poll because i was very indecisive, and I have so many ideas right now and I can't wait to write then all. Thank you all again ! Enjoy ! (English isn't my first language so sorry if there will be some typos).

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"Lyney, keep the eyes on the target. We gotta end this commission for Father today, or it will be the end for us". Lyney listened to your voice as you talked to him through his wireless ear walkie talkie. As you kept telling him to be careful, since the subject was a very dangerous one, Lyney was following the target, which every now and then kept attention to his surrounding.

It passed a while and you couldn't see much from your position but you believed in Lyney and his capacities to capture the target. As you tried to figure out if the man was there with somebody else, Lyney approached him, faking to be a client.

"Excuse me, Sir, are you perhaps the one who asked me to meet him near Romaritine Harbor?" Lyney's voice, as usual, was very sweet, talking with that high little pitch he always used to be more charismatic. The man looked at him and in response simply nodded . "Lyney, be careful, please" you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You kept under control the situation, and as Lyney talked with the man, trying to get what the supposed client wanted, he did the sign: now it was your turn. Being very mindful to not make any noise, you approached the man from behind and with a hard push, you made him fall on the ground, putting yourself on his back, leaving him no room for an escape.

With a flick of his hand Lyney switched your places and tied the man. "We did it! Now let's report to Father!" but Lyney wasn't as happy as you. "Y/n go report to Father, I shall investigate more this man". You looked the man and then Lyney, worriedly, but you did as he asked.

As you arrived at the House of the Heart, Father was waiting for you outside, not really surprised to not see by your side Lyney. In the end Arlecchino knew how Lyney was and how he could get on a serious mission: that's was one of the motive for her to choose him as the next Father. Without the need to even open your mouth, Arlecchino understood how the mission went smoothly and the man was capture by Lyney. You didn't dare to say a word and with just a small "excuse me" you went in your and Lyney's shared room.

As time passed by, the night arrived, and you still waited for Lyney to come. You were on your bed, eyes heavy, your heart racing bit by bit faster, worried for Lyney's safety. But as soon as your eyes were to close, you heard the door open.

With slow and silent steps, Lyney came closer to you, his hand on your shoulder while shaking you gently. "Y/n, are you awake? Sorry to have been gone for so long" whispered him in an apologetic tone, knowing he made you worried. As you sat up on the bed, Lyney followed your moves, putting down his hat and slowly undressing himself.

"What are you doing?" you murmured and Lyney smirked at you. "I want to say sorry for having you worried all this time without letting you know". As you a tint of red faced on your cheeks, Lyney got on the bed in front of you, naked. His body shining from the mid yellow light emitted from the lamp.

As your eyes were enchanted by his movements, Lyney, with one hand, started to pinch his nipples. "Ah...I'm sorry for today, Y/n" he moaned as his other hand caressed up and down his abdomen, teasing himself. Lyney moaned, softly, as he continued to play with his nipples, fingers tracing his little buds, making it more sensitive as the time flowed. You were so focus on how he was playing to himself that you could feel excited, your wetness streaming down your thighs. Lyney stared at you with those big (teasing) puppy eyes of his, and slowly, very slowly, the hand on his abdomen gripped his cock.

Lyney's head was thrown over as you observed him pumping up and down his cock, his tip red, while precum dropped all over him and his thighs. "Y/n, please, do something" Lyney's voice was high pitched, his hand torturing his cock with slow and fast pumps. His hips trembling and bucking. Knowing that Lyney was about to cum, you removed his hand. "A-ah..mhhh...please why?" Lyney cried out, your hand now squeezing his cock. You smirked at him "You say you wanted to say sorry, no? So that's what we're doing". Lyney trembled with excitement as your hand started to pump his cock, again.

"W-wait! Y/n! Please, ahhhh" Lyned whined, feeling himself about to cum, again. "P-please" he begged. "Aww, my sweet puppy

Begging already?" you smiled sweetly at him, one of your hand now focusing only on squeezing and touching his tip. "I...Y/n, please please" Lyney bucked his hips uncontrollably, wanting to release, his eyes rolling back. "Be a good boy, let me see how sorry you are for me", you voice soft, your other hand pinching once again his nipples, giving him more and more pleasure.

"Y/n! Ahhhhhh.. mhhhhhh" Lyney moaned, luckily not enough loud for the other members of the House of the Heart to listen, and as you kept squeezing and pumping, Lyney released his cum, going all over your hand and a bit on your t-shirt.

Lyney's breath was quick, his hips still shaking from the orgasm he just experience. Carefully you took you hand away from his sensitive cock, making Lyney hiss as you did so. "You did such a good job, puppy" you kissed him on his cheeks, as he drift off to sleep, not before saying "Thank you, Y/n, and still sorry for today". You shushed him sweetly, caressing his blonde hair and hugging him, making sure he would get the very deserved sleep.

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#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #lyney x reader smut #sub!lyney x reader #sub!lyney x reader smut #lyney x reader

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jayswritings13 · 2 years

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Total Drama: Alejandro's All Star reunion

Request: "hi! i know you wrote this like forever ago but i was wondering if you could do a pt two? where Alejandro and reader see eachother again during all stars?"

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In all honesty, you should have seen this coming at some point or another.

Running into any of the old castmates was very easy now that you've been connected with a majority of them.

And that included Alejandro.

Sure, you saw him at the finale, but this felt different.

For the first few days, you were able to avoid him pretty well.

After what happened last time, you didn't want any chance at getting close or vulnerable.

It's All-Stars, after all, so who knows what it will cost you this time when Alejandro decides to plot against you.

Unfortunately, he was just as persistent to talk to you.

"(Y/N)."

Fuck, here we go.

"As you are aware from the last time we saw each other, I wasn't totally honest."

"That's a fucking understatement." You snorted, earning a glare from him.

"Anyway," He said, "I'm sure by now you have watched the season and figured out why I did what I did. I-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, kicked me out." You said, crossing your arms, "You can fucking say it! You kicked me out!"

"Yes, well-"

"You kicked me out because you couldn't handle some god damn teasing from the others." You said, "It was a stupid fucking reason." You sighed, "But, I guess that comes with the territory of it being a game, doesn't it?"

"It was for protection."

"Ha, like you needed any. Everyone loved you. You had a working plan." You said, "It worked for Bridgette and LeShawna. It would've worke-"

"Except that my focus would slip and it risked everything." Alejandro paused, "So, I had to eliminate the risk."

Eliminate the risk

Oh....oh.

Everything you remembered and watched about the season suddenly made much more sense.

You never actually considered the option that whatever was happening between him and you was in anyway real, especially a threat to Alejandro's standing.

After that, you tried your hardest to continue to keep your distance and guard up, waiting for a repeat.

Though, to your surprise, you found that Alejandro was just as hell bent on keeping you close.

Something about wanting to make amends for what happened last time.

For once, he seemed......sincere---which was a bit unsettling for a look on him.

Once the teams merged, you weren't surprised to find that he wanted to form an alliance.

Yeah, sure, that's what we'll call it.

"I guess I get it now," You grinned towards the confessional camera, "Besides, its not like I'm on my top game right now," You paused, "so, yeah, I get it." You then suddenly remembered that you were still in the confessional, "I mean not like I would give him the satisfaction of knowing that. His ego is already so big." You said.

The both of you knew what it really was: picking up where world tour left off

Though, it made it just as ironic that you made it further than him.

Especially since part of it was your fault, voting him out in a pact with Gwen, Courtney, and Scott.

You're sure that he understands.

Even if it meant that you went through the rest of the competition with the same lonely-guilty feeling that he had.

"Was it satisfying? Yes." You said, barely glancing at the camera in the confessional. "Do I regret it?" You paused, "Eh.....?" You shrugged your shoulders, "Do I miss him? Yeah, I do." You sighed, knowing full and well that Alejandro was gonna tease the shit out of you for this confessional, much like you had with his previous ones in World Tour. "But, it had to be done."

#total drama #total drama headcanons #total drama alejandro #total drama all stars #tdas #td alejandro #tdwt alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #td alejandro x reader #total drama x reader #td x reader

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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So good by Halsey

This fic is inspired by this song, but you don't have to listen to it to understand the plot. Summary of the song ( and fic ) is - two people that would have been amazing for each other but never got the chance

Angst ahead~~~ pretty long, so buckle up <3

I really love the idea of this and I hope you guys enjoy it as well :)

Never proofread - it glitched and moved some paragraphs around - I think I fixed it?

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Y/N and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. Side by side through everything. She was there when his dad hit him. She kept her window unlocked for him to sneak in. She'd hold him as he slept and clean his cuts in the morning. She was the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

She held him when his dad got sent to jail and his mom left. They cried when he moved in with his uncle. But she refused to walk out on him. She biked to Wayne's the second her house phone rang, and his sad voice cut through the silence.

Once they made it to high school, she realized she had fallen in love with him. She realized his smile made her stomach flip. His laugh made butterflies fly all around her heart. That she never felt happier than when she was tucked in his arms. His smell warmed her all over, and she felt like his hands were crafted just to hold hers.

Freshmen year and sophomore year passed, and she never got the courage. Falling helplessly for her best friend every day. Nancy always encouraged her to say something. Promising her that Eddie felt the same way. But Y/N was scared he'd reject her, and she'd lose him forever. She promised to never walk out on him that night his mom left, and she needed to stay true to that.

She knew Eddie didn't handle his emotions well, and she didn't want to scare him away. If she said that she loved him more than a friend and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. That he'd run away in seconds and never be the same with her.

Eddie never showed interest in anyone and that made it easier for her. She could hide behind the fantasy that he was waiting for her to make the move. Their friends always talked about how cute they would be, but she could never read Eddie's expression. She couldn't tell if he agreed or was disgusted with the idea.

But it was senior year, this was her last chance to get the boy of her dreams before she ran off to college. She spent all fall preparing to ask him out, Nancy was growing impatient when the ground went cold and the snow started to fall. But Y/N didn't see the rush, she had the rest of the year to do it.

"I think it would be best to do it the last day I'm in town! If he says no and breaks my heart, I'm leaving the state anyway!"

"That's a horrible idea. You can't run from Eddie. You promised him." Nancy would always remind her, causing Y/N to roll her eyes and accept defeat.

But she and Eddie had a lot in common, and running away from issues was a big one. But Nancy was right, even if Eddie didn't feel the same they'd vowed to be there for each other.

January was close to the end and the winter dance was right around the corner. The school voted to have girls ask the guys.....kill her now. She could take this chance to ask Eddie or make a joke that dances are lame and ask to hang out at his place. The second option felt more appealing because there was less of a chance he'd laugh in her face.

Nancy thought it was the best news in the world. Jumping as she cheered that this was the exact push Y/N needed.

And it did push her, just in the opposite direction.

~~~

She caved and listened to Nancy, swallowing her anxiety with a shot of courage, and planned to ask Eddie.

She didn't want to do a sign, she wanted something that Eddie would like.

So she bought a guitar pick, something that showed she knew who Eddie was. Something she knew no other girl would ever think of.

Nancy beamed happily as she looked at the pick.

"This is amazing!"

Y/N felt proud of her idea. So proud that it almost made her feel confident to ask him.

~~~

It was the Monday before the dance, and Eddie hasn't said a word about it. Which meant, no one asked him.

She gave herself a pep talk all morning in the mirror, today was the day she'd ask him to the snow dance. He'd say yes, and she'd slowly work on telling him her feelings, and it'll all come together.

She waited outside the school that afternoon, chickening out to do it in the morning. She didn't want to spend the rest of the day hiding from him.

After school just made more sense. She waited for him to finish a deal, sitting in his van as she listened to his tapes.

She held the pick in her hand, crushing it in her grip as she nervously scanned the parking lot. She sat up straighter when she saw Eddie walking out with Chrissy.

The deal was with Chrissy?.....he didn't mention that.

She watched as they hugged and he walked to the van. Her stomach turned at the smile on his face.

She held her breath when he got in. The music was blaring but all she could hear was her racing heart.

"What was that about? Chrissy does drugs now or something?" Y/N tried to joke. Desperately needing answers but was too scared to seem like she cared enough.

"Oh no! She...um...she asked me to the dance." Eddie said, scratching his head as he shyly looked over at her.

Y/N felt like she could burst into tears. The exact day she finally got the nerve, a fucking cheerleader beat her to it.

She put on her best fake smile, slipping the pick into her jacket pocket near the door.

"That's so great!" She said, hating the way he got more excited from her reaction.

"I know! I mean I've never thought about Chrissy liking me in that kind of way. But she's cute and nice. I think it could go somewhere fun." He shrugged.

"Oh! So you are thinking it'll be more than just the dance?" Y/N choked out. She could handle losing him for a night. But multiple nights? He's going to start liking her. He's going to fall in love with her. And she'll fall too. Oh my god, they were going to be together. Eddie would have a girlfriend and it wouldn't be her. Eddie would be dating a cheerleader.

"....you there?" Eddie asked, waving his hand in front of Y/N's face.

She snapped out of her thoughts, quickly throwing herself back in the conversation. Realizing she distracted herself from hearing his answer.

"Yeah! Yeah, I just forgot I need to get home. Can we leave now?" She asked, buckling her seat belt.

Did she lose her chance completely?

~~~

It was the night of the dance and Y/N did her best to stay collected around Eddie. Not that he would notice, suddenly all his time was spent with Chrissy.

Nancy and Steve refused to let Y/N be sad and alone all night, so they planned a sleepover. Nancy hosted as she got Mike dressed up for the dance as well. El asked him and he was more than happy to be her date.

Y/N watched how adorable the young couple was. Steve offered to give them a ride when Mike said that Eddie was picking them up.

Hearing the name, Nancy and Steve snapped toward Y/N. Nancy had an apologetic look on her face, she had no idea.

Y/N waved it off. She was fine and she didn't want to make anything uncomfortable with the group. She hid herself away on the couch, staring out the window to prepare herself to see Eddie again.

Once he pulled up she wanted to cry all over again. He was dressed up in black pants and a white button-up, he looked beautiful. She wanted to imagine he was there to pick her up, take her to the dance, and have their happy ending.

But Chrissy sat in the front seat, looking gorgeous as ever. Y/N felt her heart pounding as he walked closer to the front door. She hid herself from the view of the front door, staying out of his eyesight.

Once Mike and El left with Eddie, she broke down in tears. He was going to a dance with Chrissy and she sat alone crying about it on the couch.

~~~

Just like she feared, Eddie and Chrissy made it official after the dance. Everywhere Y/N turned, there they were. She hated how happy they looked. She questioned if she ever made Eddie smile that wide or made him laugh just as hard. Did she make him happy like Chrissy did? Did he like Chrissy for a long time but never said anything?

~~~

They were reaching the end of senior year, and Eddie and Y/N were still best friends but his heart was still captured by Chrissy. Y/N spent all winter long forcing herself to get over Eddie. Vowed to have her feelings melt away like the December snow. But now the snow is gone, and her feelings remain the same. She feared she might always love him and that he'll always be her biggest what-if.

It pained her every day to watch them fall in love, but as Eddie's best friend she dealt with it.

She bit her tongue and helped him ask Chrissy to prom. Another special event of her senior year that she spent sobbing alone. She was selfish, and she hated that Eddie ruined these special moments for her. But she couldn't find it in her heart to go with anyone else.

She felt betrayed that he never seemed to care. He used to notice one change in her eyes and make her talk it out with him. Now he doesn't even notice she's falling apart at the seams. He doesn't even care that she isn't at her senior prom. He didn't question if anyone asked her, didn't ask her what she planned to wear or anything of the sort. He simply didn't care.

Graduation came before she knew it. And her fresh start was on the horizon. She'd leave the town behind and start somewhere new. Somewhere that didn't remind her of Eddie everywhere she turned.

She would spend this last summer with him, cherishing every moment she got with him, and move on.

But she barely saw him that summer. The only person that saw him was Chrissy. At the end of graduation, he moved into a new apartment. Y/N was his best friend and she's never been to the apartment. She still checks in with Wayne Eddie stopped visiting him as well.

Wayne and Y/N enjoyed each other's company. She told him all about moving to New York and the amazing opportunity she has there. She told Eddie at the start of the school year but it didn't seem he cared to remember. She was supposed to leave in September but plans changed and now she's leaving in a week- August.

He didn't bother to see her all of June and July, so she figured he wouldn't make time for her during August so she accepted arriving in New York early. Wayne offered to drive her to the airport and she couldn't have been more thankful for him. She lost Eddie, but she never lost Wayne.

~~~

Eddie was planning to sell his old van. He's been fixing it all summer long to raise the value. He needed the extra cash to help him pay rent. Part of him wished Chrissy offered to help pay the rent since she practically lived with him, but he wouldn't ask that.

She was inside preparing dinner as he worked on cleaning the inside of his van. He worked on all the important things first. Now he had to take out all the small things that made the van his.

He started with the back seats, making sure nothing was underneath. He smiled when he saw an old bracelet, snapped with beads everywhere. Y/N made him in middle school, and Eddie wore it every day until it wouldn't fit. He remembered the day it gave out, and the beads exploded in the van when Wayne drove her home. She gasped next to him in the backseat, tears in her eyes as she realized it was broken. Eddie felt himself laughing at the memory. He scooped up all the small beads and put them in his pocket. His stomach turned when he realized he hadn't seen her in so long. He knew he was to blame for that. He let Chrissy take up every hour of his life.

He moved on from that memory, taking out the trash and old receipts. He saw a receipt with a number written on it. He looked at it confused until he remembered where it was from.

"Hey, are you dating the girl you were eating with?" Eddie looked at the waiter confused. Y/N ran off to the bathroom as Eddie paid for their meal.

"I'm not, why?"

The waiter smiled and quickly placed down the receipt. Eddie hated the smirk on the guy's face.

"Could you make sure she gets my number?"

Eddie saw that the receipt had the boy's name and number written on it.

Eddie felt a tad guilty he never gave her that receipt. But he was boiling over with jealousy at the thought of her calling him. Eddie didn't like to admit it to himself very much, but he always had a crush on her. But that was something he planned to take to his grave.

He crumpled up the paper and threw it in the small trashcan he brought out with him. He cleared the back and moved to the front.

Taking down the sun visor, he watched all the polaroids dump in his lap. He barely used the visor since it snapped off the second he touched it. He took his time looking through the photos he forgot all about.

Smiling at all the ones Y/N was in. The summer before freshman year Wayne got him a camera and Y/N used it like it was hers. Snapping pictures of Eddie, Eddie, and Wayne, and some of all three of them together. Eddie remembered when that was the only family he had. He felt his eyes watering as he watched himself and her grow up through the pictures she took. Twisting in his gut when he realized the last date was Junior year. They didn't have a picture at prom or even graduation. The two big events she swore they'd take the most pictures at. Neither of them had any. Eddie quickly put the pictures in his pocket, the guilt feeling worse knowing he stood in the way of those pictures happening. He felt his blood burn when he opened his glove department. Pictures of Chrissy scattered all around. All are dated from senior year to now. The pictures didn't make him smile like the way Y/N did. The pictures didn't take him back to the moment when the camera flashed like Y/N's did.

He missed her.

He smacked out the old tape that got stuck in his radio. Groaning when it fell to the side of the passenger side door. He quickly got out of the van and opened the passenger door. The tape fell on his feet, he bent down to pick it up. But his eyes caught something small and silver under the seat. He threw the tape in the trash and then moved the seat. He scrunched his eyebrows as he grabbed the small item.

He realized it was a guitar pick, but he knew he never had a silver one. He flipped it over, even more, confused as he saw writing engraved on it.

"Pick me for the senior snow dance"

Eddie was even more confused. He's never seen the pick in his life, he put it in his pocket. And closed the van. Heading up to his apartment.

He walked in as Chrissy finished plating the food.

"Hey, baby?" Eddie asked

She looked up as she sat down at the plates.

"Yeah?" She asked, her blue eyes questioning his confused state.

"Did you make this when you asked me to the dance?" He asked, handing her the pick.

She looked at it just as confused as he did.

"Um no." Chrissy shrugged, handing the pick back to him as she sat down to eat.

He sat down to eat, listening to Chrissy talk but not paying attention. His mind reeled about where the pick came from. If it wasn't her, who else would have asked him? He doesn't think it was planted for him to find, almost like it was dropped.

"Are you listening?" Chrissy asked, her voice snapping Eddie out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, honey. I just don't know where it came from." Eddie groaned

Chrissy looked at the pick again, a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Could it be from her?" Chrissy asked Eddie was confused by who she was talking about and why her eyes seemed sad.

"Who?"

"Y/N, Eddie. Do you think she would have tried to ask you to the dance? The pick is a very clever idea and I think she would be the only one to think of something like that." Chrissy explained. She hated that she knew she was right. Even if Eddie didn't think she was. Y/N was always Chrissy's competition, but Eddie didn't see that. He didn't see the way he talked about her or how he smiled at pictures of her.

She wanted Eddie's heart, but his heart was already Y/N's.

Eddie froze and his heart started to pound. The possibility of Y/N trying to ask him to the dance made him sweat. Was she asking as a friend? Or did she want something more?

"Um, I don't know," Eddie said honestly.

~~~

The dinner was silent after that. Both their minds were thinking about what would have happened if Y/N got to ask.

Chrissy knew Y/N would be in her spot right now in the bed.

Eddie wondered if Y/N would be laying in Chrissy's spot in his bed.

Eddie watched as Chrissy slept and the time clicked close to midnight. He couldn't sleep, he needed to know.

He got out of bed, threw on sweats and a sweatshirt. He looked at Chrissy's sleeping body before he left.

~~~

Eddie arrived at her doorstep, questioning how terrible of an idea it was. He stared at the door, remembering the countless times he raced through it. He remembered the night he almost kissed her. Eighth grade after the winter dance. She stood there in a blue sparkly dress, hair curled with sparkly blue eyeshadow. To this day Y/N regretted nothing more than doing her makeup for that night. But Eddie thought she looked beautiful. He remembered being so shy, leaning in but her mom yanked open the door. Eddie awkwardly walked back to Wayne's car, upset that he never got to kiss her. Once her parents moved, she kept the house for herself.

Eddie was so lost in his head he barely noticed when the door opened.

"Planning to knock or what?" Y/N's voice cut through his thoughts. He hated that he hadn't heard her voice in months.

She stood there with her arms crossed, an extremely annoyed look on her face.

"Hello to you too," Eddie said sarcastically.

"Why are you here?" She asked. Of course, Eddie would show up on her doorstep the night before she leaves. He was always a minute too late with everything, ever since he missed their kiss in eighth grade.

"I needed to ask you something." He breathed, digging in his pocket to pull out the small guitar pick. He watched as her eyes widened. A nasty feeling in his gut all over again.

"Did you?....were you?....is this yours?" He asked, his brain went blank trying to ask. He was scared of everything he could have had if she said yes.

She opened the door wider, inviting him to walk in. He turned to her once the door closed, impatiently waiting for her to answer.

"Yes, it's mine." She sighed, cursing herself for not checking her jacket pocket that day.

"You wanted to ask me to the dance?" He watched as she scratched at her arms. Rocking on her feet, he could taste the anxiety coming off of her skin.

"Yes! I mean why else would I make the damn thing." She snapped. She was irritated. He had the nerve to come to ask her about something that he knew was from months ago, why bring it up now?

"Why are you so mad to see me?" He snapped back. She's been growling at him since she opened the door.

"Because! I haven't seen you since graduation and now you show up at my house at midnight, like four fucking months later to ask me about a stupid pick. I mean what? Why are you asking me? Why the fuck do you need to know?" Eddie hated how angry she sounded but he knew he hurt her. He ignored their friendship for months and only showed up when he needed something from her.

"I need to know if you were going to ask me as a friend or something more. And the real intention behind it, before Chrissy happened." He admitted. He knew she'd lie to make it easier for the both of them, but he needed the truth.

"Eddie, seriously. This isn't fucking important." She tried to ignore the question again. She didn't want to open up the can of worms right when she was getting ready to leave him behind. She worked so hard to be okay with leaving him, and now he brought up all the reasons she wanted to stay.

"It is important. I need to know. So tell me." He demanded. He was growing irritated by her attitude and that pissed her off more.

"Fuck, fine. Yes, Eddie. I wanted to ask you about the stupid dance and I wanted it to be more than friends. But once I went to ask, you came in telling me that Chrissy asked you. So I didn't say anything because who am I compared to her? Nothing fucking special, which you easily have proved the second you weren't forced to have classes with me."

"That's not what happened at all," Eddie tried to defend," you had every chance to ask before she did. And don't put words in my mouth and cruel intentions behind my actions. Because none of that was because I thought she was more special."

"You don't think I know that? You don't think I sat in my room every night since she asked, just beating myself up for not doing it earlier? I screamed at myself every morning for being too late. Knowing if I asked just even a minute earlier, I could be where she is now. And don't act like I'm making this up. We graduated, you got an apartment and I never saw you again. You got absorbed into a bubble of Chrissy and Chrissy only. You ignore me, and you even ignore Wayne. I'm not putting words in your mouth. I'm calling you out on the bullshit behavior you've been pulling." She said, her words were sharp and cut him down to the bone. Throwing Wayne in his face made him angry, but he hated knowing he deserved it.

"Do you still wish to be where she is now?" He practically whispered, punching himself for asking that above everything. Kicking himself for ripping her apart just so he could have the answers he's been needing all his life since he met her.

"You don't get to ask me that, fuck you." She laughed, he was unbelievable. All he cared about was if she was jealous of his girlfriend. Not even taking a second to apologize for all the ways he treated her like crap.

"Answer the question, Y/N. Are you in love with me?" The question lingered in the air. Eddie watched as she slipped into a shell of herself.

"I never said anything because I was scared of losing you. Then Chrissy came along the second I was ready. I wasn't going to ruin that, and I'm not going to ruin that." She said.

"She knows it was you, and the second I found this pick, it was ruined. SO JUST FUCKING TELL ME." Eddie screamed, trying his best not to slam his hands against the wall to relieve the anger in his bloodstream.

"WHAT DID YOU WANT EDDIE? TO COME HERE AND ASK IF I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU? THEN WHAT? WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN WHEN I SAID YES!" She screamed back. Her confession filled the silence, along with their heavy breathing.

Eddie felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. The answer was now in his face and he wished he never asked. It made things so much more complicated.

She felt uncomfortable with the silence, opening the door, "Please go."

She watched as he walked towards the door, she closed her eyes as he walked past her. She didn't want to have to see him leave. But she felt his body stop, standing right next to her.

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing. Before she knew it his lips crashed on hers, her back against the door and slamming it closed.

It was stupid, kissing her was stupid and it was stupid she kissed him back.

She was so caught up in his lips, lost in the ways his hands touched her skin as he removed her clothes. That she didn't notice he never said he loved her too.

Gasping as he slipped inside of her, rolling her eyes as he attacked her neck with his teeth. All the things she thought about on her loneliest nights. He filled her up perfectly like their bodies were made to connect in this way.

~~~

The clock was inching closer to three am, and Eddie knew he needed to go back home. Y/N was passed out in his arms, her head on his bare chest as he rubbed her naked back. His mind was spinning even worse. He just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend. A best friend he knew he had a crush on for years, but did he love her? Did he even love Chrissy?

Eddie knew he needed to go back to Chrissy. He needed to fix the mess he was making. He pecked Y/N's forehead as he untangled himself from her.

He gave her one last look before he walked out.

~~~

He tried to quietly open the door to his apartment door, moving slowly to close it behind him.

He sighed in relief when he didn't hear any movement from the bedroom. He slowly walked to the room but froze when he saw Chrissy sitting up.

"Three hours? I wonder where the fuck you went for three hours!" She snapped immediately, standing up as she got in his face.

Eddie knew he was guilty and it was easy to tell on his face.

"I'm so sorry." He immediately apologized, trying to reach for her face when she smacked him away.

"For what? What did you do?" She crossed her arms to stop herself from falling into his touch.

"I went to see her," Eddie said quietly.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Chrissy growled. Eddie has never once seen the angry side of Chrissy. She was fuming, her eyes were dark and her tone was slicing through him.

"Yes," Eddie admitted

"Do you love her?" Chrissy asked, this time her words sliced through her. She had a feeling deep down he'd always love Y/N and she was dumb to think she could stand in the way.

"I'm not sure."

"Do you love me?" She threw out another question

"I don't know " he sighed

"That's all I need to know." She smiled at him sadly as she grabbed the suitcase she packed while he was gone.

"WAIT! You're leaving?" He panicked

"Eddie, we've been together for months and you've never looked at me the way you look at her. You don't love me and I'm accepting that. But Eds, you love her and I think you always have. I got in the way and blinded you from her. I was just a distraction." Chrissy admitted. She began to walk towards the front door, Eddie hot on her heels.

"What the fuck do I do?" Eddie asked. His girlfriend - ex-girlfriend knew he had feelings for Y/N before he even did.

"Pick her."

~~~

Y/N woke up to her alarm blaring, squinting her eyes as she turned it off. The time read at four am, which meant Wayne was on his way. She realized the side of her bed was empty. She got out of bed as fast as she could, racing to her front door. She yanked it open and saw his car was gone, he was gone.

She felt her eyes water when she realized he went back home to her. She felt like laughing at herself for being so stupid, but she didn't.

She collected all her boxes and got dressed. She said goodbye to him and that's all she wanted before she left.

He didn't want her, he didn't pick her. Otherwise, he would have said he loved her back. She didn't leave him, he left her.

"Ready, kid?" Wayne asked. Standing in the doorway as he held her key.

"Yes."

~~~

Eddie paced around his apartment for what felt like hours. He saw that it was six am.

All he could think about was Y/N. How she tasted, how she felt, how she smelled, and the way she sounded. He thought about how his body reacted to her in ways he never felt with anyone.

He just needed to pick her.

He raced back out to his car, driving down the familiar roads to get to her. He raced to her door, pounding on it.

Picturing her sleepy eyes as she opened it. Realizing it was him and that he left. Smacking his chest as she vented out. But then he'd wrap his arms around her and say he wanted her. Chrissy was gone and left. They could be happy and be in love the way they were supposed to be.

But she never opened the door.

~~~

A couple years passed and Y/N was alright. She saw Eddie everywhere she went. A boy sipping coffee with his haircut. A guy playing guitar in the park. His familiar cologne surrounded her. She felt like he was haunting her. His face showed up in every stranger she walked past.

He was miles away, and she still felt him. She hated that she'll never forget him.

Eddie never believed in ghosts or spirits. But he felt like she was watching his every move. He swore he could feel her sometimes. He'd see her face in everyone. He felt like if he sat in a quiet room, he could hear her voice again. His shirt from that night used to smell like her, and he hated that her scent was a sniff away from being gone forever. He hated that she left, and he hated that she didn't tell him that night. He hated that he left. He hated that he didn't have the answers she needed at the moment. He was always a fucking minute too late.

~~~

Nancy and Steve were getting married, and Y/N would never miss this. Nancy sent her an invitation and called her on the phone, the second she said his name, Y/N felt like a teenager all over again.

"Steve invited him, and he accepted. Will you be okay to see him again?" Nancy wanted nothing more than to keep Eddie away from her wedding, but he was a friend of Steve's.

"Yeah. I'll be okay."

That was a huge lie. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of seeing his face again. And knowing this time it was actually him. She felt sick to think if he and Chrissy were still together. If they'd show up together.

But she was going to be there for Nancy and Steve.

As she watched her two best friends get married, she never felt so alone. She hasn't met anyone since Eddie. She was so convinced they'd make it work and be the end for each other. She never spotted Eddie throughout the ceremony, but as each hour passed the more anxious she got.

She was waiting for him to walk through the door and flip her world upside down all over again.

Luckily for her, she had an escape plan. Her flight was right away in the morning and Nancy knew she'd have to leave before the wedding was over.

Three hours passed and he still wasn't there and she felt relieved. She said goodbye to Nancy and Steve, congratulating them on their big day.

She drove to her hotel, never once running into the man that occupied her mind.

~~~

Eddie was swearing at every car that he was stuck behind. He was running three hours late for the wedding, and he tried everything he could to get there to see her. He knew she'd be there, Steve and Nancy were her two best friends other than him.

But traffic and construction had other plans. He finally arrived and raced to search through the crowd. He couldn't spot her anywhere.

"She already left." Steve said, holding Eddie's shoulder as he delivered the news.

Eddie felt everything in him fall apart. He spent the past few years trying to find her everywhere but no one said a word. He hit every dead end and this was his only chance.

But he was just another minute too late.

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caracalsimp · 1 year

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Glamrock Bonnie x Reader Headcanons

I KNOW HE'S NOT IN THE GAME BUT YOU GUYS VOTED FOR HIM LAST HC AND I FELT LIKE CREATING FNAF CONTENT AGAIN (WHILE WAITING FOR BE ABLE TO DRAW FNAF STUFF AAAA-)

ENJOY IT

I personally see Bonnie as the take-it-easy one who is always calm and relax, never ever losing his temper, even in the worst situations. Ever since you've been dating him, you never saw him angry, nor upset, and his soothing presence is what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

Bonnie is very attentive to your mood swings and has the magic ability to calm you down almost instantly. Whenever you experience negative emotions, he likes to gently hug you while caressing your hair and even humming a tune for you.

If you're sad, he will get his guitar and play a little song for you until you're done crying and ease your mind. He loves playing the guitar for you, and when he does, his melody always manage to soothe you. He thinks music is one of the best medicine there is.

You're his main inspiration to each and every songs he created ever since he met you. Before singing it in public at Bonnie Bowl on his mini-stage, he likes to sing it to you so he gets your feedback on it.

Whenever he's performing on stage and you're around him, he loves staring at you when he sings and plays the guitar at the same time. Major bonus if this makes you blush and immediately look away from his pink eyes.

Bonnie is not the kind of person who will make decisions. Whenever you guys wants to spend time together, he lets you choose where you want to go. When you ask him what does he want to eat at dinner, he will let you decide which dish you want make, or which kind of food you want to order. Everything suits him, as long as you're happy. You find it cute in some way, but sometimes, you really want him to choose with you.

Bonnie is an extremely good listener. If you need to vent to him about stuff that happened to you, he will carefully listen to you and make sure you let all your negative feelings out until there's nothing else in your mind but clear water.

He likes it when you steal his guitar from him, even if you don't know how to play. If you try to play it, he won't say a thing but will gently reposition your fingers right so you can play proper notes. Bonus point if his metallic touch makes you blush.

[BONUS, TRIGGER WARNING: BONNIE'S DEATH, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, GRIEF] His sudden disappearance filled your whole soul with anxiety. Bonnie would never disappear like that out of the blue. It doesn't sound like him. You looked and searched far and wide for him but you never found him... until you did. You were the one who found his lifeless metallic body ripped into pieces. Your scream could be heard through the entire Pizza Plex. You hyperventilates and all your anxiety flush your entire mind with panic and denial. You don't want to believe it's him. You don't want to believe that someone was monstrous enough to do that to him. And Fazbear Entertainment won't repair him. You cried so much you didn't have tears anymore. After this incident, nightmare of his dismantled body haunted you every night. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, and every single day you were unbearable with everyone. Each day you had to isolate yourself so you could manage all these traumatic emotions and fighting against those panic attacks as much as you could, trying to remember the times when you could hear is soothing music, trying to remember when he tucked you in his arms while gently running his metallic hand through your hair. Why. Why did it happened to him. You couldn't imagine yourself without him. And yet, he was gone. And wouldn't come back. Just like Freddy you don't even come up to Bonnie Bowl anymore, the weight of grief on your heart being way too heavy. And even though you knew Bonnie wouldn't want you to be sad for him, you couldn't help yourself. You were sad. You needed to cry and let this feelings out. And with time, you managed to cry less and less. Thinking about Bonnie would not make you cry anymore, but would actually ease your mind whenever you try to remember the sound of his voice, the glitter in his bright pink eyes, the feel of his soothing aura. And one night, you decide to go back to Bonnie Bowl, and you could feel his presence. Bonnie's spirit was still there. And now, whenever you feel down, you always come to this area while singing the tune he used to sing to you. It's a different kind of presence, but somehow, he's still here. And that's when you finally moved on from Bonnie's disappearance, making peace again with his spirit, who still wanders around the Pizza Plex regardless.

And that's it! I hope you liked me adding some little drama to my BonniexReader headcanons ♥

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amonggtheestarss · 10 months

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Hey Gang

This is gonna be a more unique post than what I usually do but uhm...

See this guy? Black from Rodamrix. I'm gonna talk about them, because they're such a decently portrayed character in my own personal opinion and I believe they deserve more attention than what the fandom gives them (which is like... none.)

With the power of having autism and unnecessarily psycho-analyzing the jellybeans, I see Black as a pretty well assertive character. They're VERY expressive, loud, and is often strongly opinionated on things. If they have something to say, they'll say it. If they want something, they'll do what they can to get it. A decent majority of scenes of Black is them with the >0 expression and I love that aboutthem.

And as I rewatched Rodamrix for like the 2000th time, I noticed one thing.

Remember when I said they were very strongly opinionated on things? This is the one and ONLY time (as of now) Black has ever hesitated to make a decision, which is between voting Yellow or Green out. And when I watched this scene a dozen times, it always confused me because this was so incredibly out of character for Black. Black has been siding with Green this whole time, but suddenly hesitates when forced to decide between Green or Yellow. But why?

Not sure if anyone truly took much notice to this scene, because I for sure didn't. I stupidly saw it as just a "Glitch.Y is trying his best but his best isn't good enough for the crewmates," and I had assumed Black would of shrugged it off as "Man this kid is insane as hell whatever" BUT I DID NOT NOTICE they actually turned around to see the box Glitch.Y was pointing at.

Glitch.Y saved Black's life and they acknowledged it. Their ass got saved by a literal child he saw as a freak. And this is the first time we see them with a face of Genuine Worry.

YOU NEVER SEE THEM WITH THIS SORT OF GENUINE EXPRESSION AGAIN. UNLESS I'M JUST REALLY BLIND. BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME BLACK EXPRESSES GENUINE WORRY AND IT'S FOR GLITCH.Y. They've sided with Green this whole time but then has realised that just this once, Green was wrong about something, which was Glitch.Y trying to kill them all. And Black Worried. For once they hesitated, and couldn't bring themself to make such a decision.

And that's just one thing about Black. Small detail, really. They had a moment of hesitation for the first time. Oh well. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL.

Green, who is the Skeld Leader goes missing, right? That was their LEADER. They are now without a leader. And who is the first to take initiative and act as next leader?

BLACK DOES.

Yellow tries to take the initiative first, but is torn when Dr White assumes Glitch.Y and Green already dead, so Black immediately takes the lead instead. Black becomes the new, temporary leader for the team when they go to look for Glitch.Y and Green.

They even stand at the front of the team, willing to go forth before them all which would put themself at the most risk. And this isn't arrogance either, they do it GENUINELY. They even waited for Yellow's word before they start walking. They even gave each other the nod to proceed.

And they do a pretty decent job at leading too. They take after Green pretty well, in my opinion.

Altogether, I just feel like Black is a well fleshed out character, especially for someone who's sidelined for the entirety of the series. Everyone talks about Tan, a lot talk about Lime, which both deserve the attention they get of course, but I feel like Black is the most fleshed out side-character in the entire series.

I appreciate how much effort Rodamrix puts into Black's personality. I do hope Cyan gets a bit of a character arc too though. I like to see Black as Cyan to be really close, especially since they share similar personality traits. I just hope the fandom comes to appreciate Black more for his character in the series.

Also, bonus Black Alternate content

(They were actually the last to die out of the Skeld team which I found interesting. Gives into the idea they could've potentially made it out alive had it not been a 2v1. The only reason they got stopped and killed was because Purple came in as they barely escaped Pink.)

(Fun fact, Black's role in the Skeld is actually guarding*, so it'd make sense they watched outside while the others worked to fix the dropship)

(I like how Green looks directly to Black here honestly, might be a part of why Black tends to take after them. Green gives them the their attention first KYEHEHE)

(bro looks like they're trying to intimidate Purple over actually trying to stop them BEHEHEHE)

(And here, they're the first one to say something upon seeing the France Squad (and Mini Yellow))

*From Rodamrix's Instagram, a reference of Black's role here

I hope you guys understand why I like Black as a character a lot now.

Black appreciation post done. Thanks for reading.

#i am so incredibly ill please be nice to me #rodamrix #among us

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abarbaricyalp · 8 months

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Written for @sambuckylibrary Valentines Bingo. Free space fill (most of mine are gonna be free spaces) I guess it technically fills the Sam-Searching-For-Bucky fill too but not in spirit, so it doesn't count

Rated T/M, No Archive Warnings

Read on AO3 here

Bid Your Heart Goodbye

"You know why they put us up first, right?" Barton asked under his breath next to Sam.

Sam's gaze slid to him with only mild interest. "Because we're the people's princesses?"

They were standing in the wings of a fancy stage with velvet curtains that smelled like they hadn't been cleaned since they were installed. Beyond the curtains, an audience dressed to the nines wined and dined. That same dinner was waiting for Sam if this charity auction would ever get underway.

No matter what Barton said about the order of the night, Sam wouldn't be made to feel less than grateful that he'd be sitting down and digging into an expensive steak in less than half an hour. Hopefully. Steve, the poor sod, was the last bid of the night.

Buy A Date With An Avenger had been a fundraiser since before Sam was involved with them at all. This was the first year he was participating in it. If he'd been asked the year before, he'd have been more than excited to join, take a break from the Ghost Hunt and relax in a fancy hotel for while. This year, he had other things he wanted to be doing with his time. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that the Ghost Hunt was over and the ghost was accounted for, but Sam still felt like of he took his eyes off of him, he'd disappear into the night again. Perhaps it didn't. Who was to say.

"They're hoping people will bid high on us because they haven't spent big money on Steve or Tony yet," Clint said with some kind of sardonic glee. "Of someone spends million dollars to meet Steve, they're not gonna fork over anything else for us."

Sam rolled his eyes and elbowed Clint's arm. "Speak for yourself. I bet I hit 50k before the fifth vote."

The sardonicism melted away and Clint's eyes lit up. "I bet I make more than you," he countered.

"What're you gonna do? Strip?" Sam joked. Then he added, "Has Steve really gotten a million dollars before?"

"Couple of years ago," Clint confirmed. "Right after the whole thing in DC with you. That year. Super fan. They wanted the inside scoop on all of that for a book they were making someone ghostwrite."

Sam snorted. That sounded about right. There had been smaller opportunities for people to donate and win time with the heroes throughout the night. Steve was certainly a favorite. It might've dinged Sam’s ego a bit if he couldn't see how miserable Steve was with all of the attention.

Sam didn't mind this kind of thing. The VA held fundraisers all the time. He was used to the pleasant smiles and benign interest and the insufferable drone of rich people with money they needed. Actually, Sam was pretty good at it. Hell, he almost liked it, in a detached, out-of-body sort of way. He liked to be useful and he liked to be charming and gracious.

"Young man, you could've been a prince in another lifetime," an old woman had said to him once, patting his hand because she hadn't let go of it for five minutes.

"Only if you'd be my princess," he'd charmed back and gotten an extra donation towards their meeting spaces renovation for his time.

Tonight wasn't much different, though pocket books seemed to be a little fatter and held a little tighter. There were no promises made for nothing. Everything was about the spectacle of the bidding, the silent auction of memorabilia, the game of being allowed to tease time and attention from someone as important as an Avenger.

The proceeds weren't for the Avengers. They were all going towards charities around the nation. Each hero had picked one. Sam's was a housing program in Louisiana, to help people displaced after storms, year after year.

"How much did your date go for last year?" Sam asked.

"About 20k," Clint said. "But I wasn't the worst of the night. A science lab got Bruce's date, but they didn't have to be very competitive about it."

Sam sucked in a breath through his teeth. "That's dirty, man."

"Hey, it worked out for them. He went to their lab, helped them through some results that weren't adding up, and they won some ridiculously prestigious award a month or so ago. Yet another paper with Dr. Bruce Banner's name on it too."

Sam had to give them that. That was a much better use of Bruce’s time than having dinner with someone who bought affection, someone who couldn’t be bothered to help people unless they got something in return.

This night could not be over quickly enough.

Sam was up first, as the newest member of the Avengers. He’d rewatched the livestream from last year to prepare himself, but there was still nothing like hearing his name echo throughout the room as the chatter of the evening lowered to a polite gust of whispers. The MC read off a list of Sam’s accomplishments as he walked on stage and gave a few easy-going smiles and waves. He listened as the MC explained what his charity was and how the money may be used.

And then the bidding began. It was a little slow going. It started at five thousand dollars, like all the dates would tonight. Someone upped it to seven, and then ten. A bright blue placard caught the corner of Sam’s eye. Everyone else had classy black and gold placards. This one was meant to stand out. It caught the MC’s eye too, apparently, because he gave a hearty chuckle and gestured to the man with the bright blue placard, sitting at a table with other event organizers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I neglected to mention that this year we are hosting the bidding online as well. We’ll entertain bids in real time from our website. What was the bid?” he asked the stand-in bidder.

“Fifty thousand, sir,” the man said. “From an anonymous bidder.”

A literal gasp went through the audience. Which, hey, a date with him was totally worth 50k, Sam thought. A little deliriously maybe. Fifty thousand dollars? From ten? Sam was absolutely not about to pass out on the stage. He just needed a lectern to hold onto for a few seconds.

The MC whistled appreciatively. “That is quite the statement. Does anyone want to say 55?”

The woman who’d been the first to bid raised her placard again.

“Great. 60?”

The blue placard went up again. “Sir, the same bidder has said 100,000.”

Someone was fucking with Sam. He turned to glare at Barton, because this was surely his doing. He’d just been telling Sam about how only Steve and Tony made any real money and him and Sam were just chum to get the sharks going. And somehow he had someone fuck up the online bidding site to do this.

But Barton looked just as confused as Sam was, and about fifteen times as gleeful.

The MC didn’t falter. He was a damn professional. Sam needed to send him a fruit basket or something. Sure, Steve and Tony’s dates went for more than half a million each last year. $100,000 was nothing compared to the rest of the night. But Sam wasn’t sure even he could’ve kept a straight face while talking about his company being worth more than a substantial downpayment on a house. But the MC just grinned at the audience and said, “Anyone willing to go for 110? $110,000 would change a lot of lives. Build a lot of houses, folks.”

Unbelievably, a whole new placard went up. Sam wondered if this was just someone trying to goad the online bidder into doing something even more outrageous.

Which they did. Before the MC could even decide on another number to challenge 110,000 damn dollars, the blue placard went up.

“175,” he said.

Sam blinked at him, feeling like a deer in the headlights while someone explained linear algebra to it. What the fuck was happening? Actually, was he in danger? Should he even meet someone willing to spend $175,000 just to have dinner with him? Was he going to end up tied up in a basement somewhere?

“Folks, I don’t know if anyone is going to be able to outlast our anonymous bidder. Do I hear 180? 180 on the room? How about 177? 176? 175-5? If not, Sam Wilson’s date has just been bought for $175,000. To our high bidder, you’ve helped a beautiful cause. Planning emails will be sent to the address on your bid form, so please keep an eye out for those. And now, please welcome Hawkeye himself, Clint Barton!”

Sam was only able to get himself off of the stage because he had Clint’s path to follow. Clint beamed at him, knocked the sides of their fists together as he whispered, “Bird bros,” and then waggled his eyebrows like that meant anything.

Backstage, Steve managed to find him before anyone who would need his help coordinating the date. He was cheesing about as hard as Clint was.

“I told you you’d be nothing but good for this,” he teased, giving Sam a half hug. “I wonder whose eye you caught so strongly.”

“Hopefully not a Christian Grey,” Sam muttered, which made Steve blush but laugh. Over the years, the number of pop culture references Sam was able to get away with had dwindled to mostly the obscure. Evidently Christian Grey was not obscure.

“Maybe it’s someone who wants to know more about the Falcon tech?” he suggested. “Or someone who just knows you’re a really great guy. I’d pay 200k to have lunch with you.”

Sam rolled his eyes and elbowed Steve’s ribs lightly. “Lucky for you, you get me for free.”

“Well, sometimes the price of a burger.”

“Only when we go to that fancy place you like.”

“Mr. Wilson?” an event organizer said, interrupting them and looking very apologetic for it. “We’d just like to go over your preferences very quickly before we begin drafting emails. It should only take a few minutes.”

“Of course,” Sam said with a nod. He gestured for her to lead the way and then shot a look at Steve, trying to convey a suave ‘guess this is my life’ kind of energy. Steve’s laughter was not helpful in determining if he hit the mark or not.

. . .

The date was at a rooftop restaurant, near the beach. It was New York, so the hustle and bustle of the city was ever present, but the crash of the waves and the calling of the birds was a nice addition. Sam hadn’t forgotten how much he liked the peace of the beach. No amount of time away from home would ever pull the saltwater out of his bones. But perhaps he underestimated it until he was in the sand and the water again. Assuming his date was not obsessive and willing to follow Sam around, he was definitely going to get down on the beach before heading back to Steve’s for the night.

The restaurant was the kind of place Sam would never go on his own. He couldn’t picture a single reason to be at some place like this. He hadn’t even gone to Stark events like this yet. True, the rooftop part was his idea. ‘Get a bird's eye view with the Falcon.’ It was a stupid gimmick that he’d thrown down on paper at the very beginning of the planning for the auction. But, evidently, his anonymous bidder had been into the idea as well. Sam had expected some slightly upscale bar where young people looked at him like he was decrepit, but the bidder had suggested this place, which was definitely beyond upscale and had very few hip-young-person patrons.

Then again, this person had spent almost $200,000 to even get this date. What was several hundred more for food?

The foundation was paying for Sam’s food, so he was two glasses of a very good red grenache wine into the night when the waiter stopped to let him know his date was checking his coat.

A man? Sam was surprised. Everyone in the room who had bid on Sam’s date had been women. Even the last instigator had been a woman. (She had continued to instigate throughout the night. Sam kind of thought she might’ve been a plant by the foundation to drive up bids.)

He kept his eyes on the entry way onto the roof. In theory, he could’ve peered through the glass windows of the kitchen, but there was far too much going on in there for him to be able to see anything important. Instead, he kept an eye on the archway covered in roses and ivy, where a maitre d’ waited to guide people to their reserved seats–or fuss at her waitstaff.

It did not take long for Sam’s date to arrive. He knew it was him as soon as he came through the roses.

He was wearing a beautiful black on black suit, a black silk tie gleaming in the decorative fire light. His hair was pulled back in a slick, tight ponytail, sitting just a little higher than the nape of his neck so he could still tuck it into his shirt collar. Everything about him was powerful, the long sprawl of his legs, the breadth of his chest and thighs, even the curl of his gloved fingers as he circled one set around his other wrist. His blue eyes were impossibly piercing as they found Sam before the maitre d’ could even gesture over. And then he was smiling, wide and enamored. It made him look so much younger.

Sam scrambled to stand up as he made his way over, having to pause to let the maitre d’ know he could handle it on his own. By the time he did get to their little corner table, Sam still hadn’t convinced himself this wasn’t a dream.

Where have you been? Sam wanted to ask. Why would you spend $175,000 to see me?

“You could have just called,” is what he said in the end.

Bucky Barnes had not stopped smiling. It was really killing the whole mafia boss vibe he otherwise had going for himself. He brought his hands up to Sam’s face and then kissed him in front of every damn one at the restaurant. Sam’s hands went to his wrists, thumbs slipping below his sleeves and under his gloves to rub the inside of his wrists, his pulse point.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting this time with you. Talking to you. Maybe even touching you, even if it was just your hand or kicking your foot under the table,” he admitted under his breath, a confession just for the two of them.

“You spent almost $200,000,” Sam breathed back. “That’s more than a little jealousy.”

“Sam, you’re worth every damn dollar I’ll ever be able to find.”

Sam wanted to tuck himself against Bucky’s chest, hiding his face between his collar and jaw and just breathe in the other man. This addiction had grown faster than he’d thought possible. It hadn’t been long, in the grand scheme of things, since he’d last seen Bucky, but this moment felt like water after a drought anyway.

“I know you woulda made sure you were untraceable, but it's still very hot that you risked getting caught to make the bid,” Sam eventually said, pulling away and then pulling out Bucky’s seat for him.

Bucky gave a silly half bow and sat, waited for Sam to do the same before he said, “Someone else was bidding for me. Don’t look at me like that. I have friends.”

Sam rolled his eyes good naturedly. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or worried,” he joked.

“Well, I think the metric is: if I’m this handsome, you should be flattered.” Bucky grinned at him and it took off about two decades worth of suffering.

Sam looked suitably appalled. “Who taught you about pretty privilege and double standards?” he asked.

Bucky laughed again and hooked his ankle against Sam’s under the table. Sam didn’t let himself react visibly, but he did run the toe of his most expensive shoes up the side of Bucky’s other leg.

“I heard the Bluefin here is exquisite,” he said instead of answering.

“We are not ordering Bluefin Tuna,” Sam nixed instantly.

“Okay, okay, what about the salmon?”

Salmon wouldn’t be so bad.

. . .

The date had not included a hotel room. Obviously. Even exploitation of superheroes hadn’t hit that feverpitch yet. However, Bucky had an expensive hotel room and Sam had nothing else to do with the evening. He’d texted Steve earlier that he wasn’t about to be part of a Misery remake, so there was no one on standby waiting for his return.

Even if there had been, he was pretty sure he would have forgotten about them by the time Bucky, a little shyly and endearingly, had suggested Sam come back with him for the night. He was perfectly gentlemanly as he greeted the doorman and bragged on his date a little bit and then led Sam to the elevator. He managed to keep his hands to himself for the upwards climb and the intentionally slow walk down the hallway.

“I hope your friend isn’t sharing a room with you,” Sam said as Bucky fiddled with his keycard, crowding Sam against the door like the sexiest predator cat the world had ever seen.

“Nah,” Bucky agreed, putting his forearm against the door next to Sam’s head as he curled his whole body inwards towards Sam. “She’s not even in the country.”

He unlocked and opened the door before Sam had even seen his hand move, then caught Sam up in his arms before Sam could fall back into the apartment. His feet barely touched the ground as Bucky carried him through the room. The door shut behind them with a soft click. The hotel room was basically bigger than the lower floor of Sam’s place in DC and definitely bigger than his room at the Avengers Compound, which is where he would’ve otherwise ended up tonight.

Surprisingly, the bed was near the window, blinds down but not all the way closed. The city lights twinkled outside and bathed the white sheets in a smear of intangible watercolor. Then, when Bucky dropped him on the bed, those lights painted over Sam too. He only got to stare at them, turning his hand this way and that, for a moment before Bucky was straddling his lap and staring down at him with an open hunger. Sam could do nothing but stretch out beneath him.

Bucky’s long fingers came up to the top of his dress shirt and slowly, carefully, undid the buttons. There was none of the frantic rush that always followed them when they came together. There really wasn’t even anyone who was expecting them in a certain place. Right now, the entire scope of their existence was this room right here.

Sam shivered pleasantly as his shirt fell open. Bucky settled back against his hips, running his hands down Sam’s chest–a contrast of warm and cool fingers.

“You’re so Goddamn beautiful,” he breathed. “It’s like something new every time.”

Sam rolled his eyes to distract himself from the blush racing down his cheeks and neck. “You could take a picture,” he suggested. “Would last longer.”

“Yeah, with my memory, that’s probably true.”

Sam snorted, he couldn’t help himself, and dropped his arm over his eyes. “How do you find the most supremely unsexy things to say while you’re undressing me?”

Bucky shifted over him and a few seconds later, Sam heard the shutter of his phone’s camera. “Goddamn piece of artwork,” he reiterated before throwing his phone aside and refocusing on Sam. He leaned over Sam’s body, resting his weight against Sam pointedly. He mouthed at Sam’s neck, traveling up to his earlobe, sucking it between his lips before he whispered, “I’m gonna take you apart all night long, doll.”

Sam shivered roughly and curled one hand against the back of Bucky’s neck, turning his head to catch Bucky’s mouth on his. “You’ve gotta put on a $200,000 show, Barnes,” he taunted.

Sam felt Bucky tense up for a rebuttal. Technically Sam ought to be putting on the show, he knew. But then he felt it all ease back out of Bucky as he decided to pursue better endeavors. With one last lave of his tongue over Sam’s, he sat back against his hips again, grinding against Sam in a subtle, smooth, teasing move, and began to unbutton his own shirt. Sam took the opportunity to shrug out his own clothes quickly.

He didn’t know who had taught Bucky to strip, but the man could do it like a professional. Sam was pretty sure he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. When Bucky reached for Sam’s zipper–his own pants already undone and hanging loose around his hips in a downright sinful tease, Sam couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped them over, pinning Bucky down to the bed so they could each shove their pants out of the way while Sam fell right back into kissing Bucky like it was the only way he could breathe.

“When you walked out onto the roof, I almost dragged you right back down,” Sam breathed, grinding his thigh between Bucky’s. “You looked so good, it was like a mirage. Like a magazine spread come to life.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, a cocky grin coming to his lips. “The suit do it for you, doll?”

“The suit. Your hair. The fact that it was you. I’d been dreading that date. And as soon as I saw you…”

Sam could practically feel Bucky’s self-satisfaction radiating. “As soon as you saw me, what?” he prompted, wiggling his hips until Sam ground down on him again.

“As soon as I saw you, nothing else really mattered,” Sam admitted with a slow, pleased smile of his own. He felt like he’d been holding his breath all night, waiting for Bucky to disappear out of this daydream. And finally something had slotted into place and he decided this was all real.

“Right now, nothing else matters,” Bucky promised with a kiss, then flipped them over again. “Now, about taking you apart,” he purred before putting his mouth back to Sam’s body.

. . .

“What if I just never let you leave?” Bucky suggested late the next morning. Room service was about to stop serving breakfast, which was a shame because they hadn’t made it all the way through the menu yet. Bucky traced a strawberry around Sam’s mouth, dragging his lip down with it before he replaced the strawberry with his own mouth and then started all over again.

Sam was more interested in the powdered sugar on Bucky’s fingers and lips, but he was being remarkably incapable of getting any of it onto his tongue. He’d have thought Bucky got all of the teasing out of his system the night before, but evidently not. “Eventually someone would come looking for me. I only gave Steve the all-clear for one night. And the world’s probably gonna try’n implode soon, so I’ll definitely be missed then.”

Bucky hummed, dragging the strawberry over Sam’s cheek and across his jaw. “$200,000 is a lot of money. I should get two dates, y’know?”

“You only spent $175,000. And I think I earned it last night, huh?”

“Now that’s a high end date,” Bucky teased. He tossed the strawberry back onto the fruit platter and crowded over Sam’s body again, hiding his face against Sam’s warm neck.

They were getting nowhere fast this morning. At least last night had had a plotline, no matter how often they distracted each other. There was a goal to be reached. Several times. But this morning? They were just lazing around, eating more food than room service should ever send to one room, and getting lost in pointless, teasing touches.

“In another world, this is our life,” Bucky pointed out against Sam’s shoulder. “In another world, I’m just wining and dining you all the time. We live in an expensive penthouse and we just have sex all day.”

“In this scenario, where are you getting all your cash for these nights?” Sam amused.

“I dunno. Trading stock. Investing in the 40s and not touching it,” Bucky said with a shrug that jostled Sam’s entire upper body.

“You didn’t know shit about the stock market in the 40s,” Sam argued. “You don’t know shit about it now.”

He felt Bucky grin against his skin and another monumental shrug shook the bed. “Who cares? It’s a fantasy. You’re the important part of it.”

“I live an expensive life, Barnes,” Sam defended simply.

“Oh yeah,” Bucky agreed, squeezing Sam’s hips until he had to stifle a laugh and shift until Bucky. “I know all about your all-organic fruits and veggies diet. I can handle it.”

“It’s a pretty thought,” Sam conceded when he’d freed his hips and gotten Bucky’s hands away from undiscovered tickle spots. “We could get close. If you came back. If you stayed.”

“I can’t,” Bucky sighed. He turned to lay on his side next to Sam, put a hand over his chest so he could circle Sam’s nipple with his thumb as he spoke. “Not yet. There’s too much to do. It’s better if no one knows where I am yet.”

“I could help. You don’t have to do any of this alone.”

Bucky pressed three kisses to Sam’s cheek and jaw. “You do help. You’ve helped so much, Sam. I used to run right towards precipices. Didn’t care how sturdy the ground was. Now I’ve got an anchor behind me. And a guy with wings who can catch me.”

“I ain’t catching you,” Sam argued quickly. “Do you know how much you weigh?”

Bucky laughed and shook his head. They laid there in that quiet for a moment, hearts beating together as their fingers tangled and came apart.

“I will be,” Sam eventually said. “I’ll be your anchor or your wings or whatever you need. You just need to remember that we’re connected. Every anchor has a line. You go down, I’m going down too. And, when you’re ready, you follow that line right back to me. Got it?”

Bucky shifted over him, held his face gently and adoringly. “Sold, doll,” he promised and kissed Sam again.

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trynafindbarbiee · 10 months

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I want to vouch for barbie. Since im taking coaching from soya.

Even tho im not supposed to be in tumblr since she said it'll cause me to overconsume, I couldn't help but want to check around and see if you posted more of her success stories (they help massively btw thank you so much) and being met w a person saying that you're scamming us is crazy.

Soya, in my experience, really made me realize Loa and the void in general. She made everything click for me and would motivate me if i ever felt doubtful that i wont enter on my designated day.

Yes there have been scammers in the community but that doesn't mean that every coach that offers a payed (cheap service might i add) is a scammer!

its ridiculous. I had a gut feeling that someone would be mad about the fact that its not free and cause drama. this always happens

Another thing is how can you say that void success stories are unbelievable?? anything is possible when manifesting, be it using the void or not. We make the impossible, possible.

Also there was a poll on whether or not we want to see success stories from soya and the majority voted yes.

And the last thing that got me was the gaslighting bit....you cannot be serious? because she said "well what're you waiting for? go get your desired life"? if thats gaslighting then this entire community is gaslighting everyone. I cannot begin to count the amount of motivation posts that use variations of that exact phrase😭😭😭

promoting your friend's business is not manipulation nor is it gaslighting, its called being a good friend. And with that, many people finally achieved entering the void, which is worth more than 20 fucking dollars.

Anyways. Thank you barbie for introducing me to soya! This isn't shade towards any blogger. Its specific to the ask only.

Hope you have a nice day!🤍🤍🤍

" Another thing is how can you say that void success stories are unbelievable?? "

Yeah exactly, first u say everything is possible and then u go like "Also all the success stories seem so fake. I'm not one to doubt success stories but the first few all seem like they're the same Indian girl and then the last 2 sound like random fictional novels."

Huh..BTW thankyou for taking your time and writing this beautiful ask ! I genuinely appreciate it 🌷

#void #void state

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A Winter Miracle Part 1 : Flight of Frenzy

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

Summary :

When Sebastian Stan finally finished shooting Thunderbolts in Atlanta, all he wanted was to go back to New York to his home and family where his daughter and pregnant wife was waiting. But one event led to another and he found himself being in a flight of frenzy. Will he successfully get home?

A/N : This story is a little continuation of my Sebastian Stan story titled Love Song. It can be read on its own but if you want to understand more about Sebastian and reader's relationship, you can read their story first starting with the one titled Always You and then continue with Love Song.

Hope you enjoy this and please vote and comment. I will really appreciate it. Thank you!

Warning : references and mentions of death, plane accidents, plane emergencies, some violence and injury descriptions

Word count : 11.2k

Additional notes:

- The events in this story are based on true stories, believe it or not. Can you guess which one(s) are true? 🤭

- I have never been to Atlanta so apologies if the depiction of the airport is not accurate.

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Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Atlanta, USA - Friday, Jan 19th 2024 - 5.30 am

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The sound of tires screeching to a halt broke through the quiet morning at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. A taxi pulled up at the curb right in front of the Departure Terminal. Sounds of a car door opening and closing could be heard and a pair of feet wearing white sneakers took off towards the Terminal's entrance.

Late! Sebastian couldn't believe that he was late! His flight was leaving in an hour and he was supposed to have already checked in at least half an hour ago. He was never late for a flight ever in his life. But yesterday's shoot was so grueling that once he got into his rented apartment at 1 am last night he immediately fell asleep. He woke up at 4 in the morning and tried his best to be like The Flash as he packed his suitcase, took a quick shower and immediately went straight to the airport.

Yesterday was the last day of his shoot for Thunderbolts. It wasn't supposed to be. Today was supposed to be the last day. But he had bargained with Jake Schreier, the director, to make yesterday as the last day because he needed to come to his best friend's wedding this weekend. Which was why the shoot ended up taking so long.

Chad Crawley, one of his best friends since he was in college, was finally getting married. He was getting married to, surprisingly, his wedding planner, Madeline Rowles. Apparently they hit it off during Sebastian's wedding and after only six months of dating, Chad popped the question. Their wedding was going to be held the next day, on Saturday, January 20th, at a mountain resort in The Catskills, about three hours away from New York City. The wedding festivities were going to start that Friday afternoon, and being one of Chad's best men, Sebastian was of course supposed to attend it from the beginning. Which was why he needed to get back to New York City as soon as possible.

He had booked the earliest flight out of Atlanta to New York in the hopes that he still had time to pick up his family from his Soho apartment and then go with them to Chad's wedding. If everything went smoothly, by 10 am that morning he would have arrived at his apartment, and they could go to Plattekill Wedding Venue in the Catskills Mountain and make it in time to attend Chad's welcome party and rehearsal dinner that night.

He quickly went into the Departure area and stopped in front of one of the self check-in kiosks. He entered his booking number into the screen and waited as the system checked him in. He was expecting the kiosk to print out his boarding pass but instead the screen showed words he did not expect.

"We are sorry but you have been denied boarding. Please contact our staff at the check-in counter for further information."

"What the h**l?!" He cursed as he digested the text on the screen.

Great! Just as he was in a hurry, the last thing he expected to happen, happened. He was bumped from his flight!

It was common practice for airlines to overbook or oversell seats on a flight because up to 15% of seats could end up empty due to passengers not showing up. So to maximize profit, they sell more seats on a flight than they have. More often than not, all passengers who have bought tickets showed up, which meant there were more passengers than seats available. To overcome this situation, airlines usually ask passengers to volunteer to give up their seat in exchange for compensation whether it be in the form of cash, travel vouchers, etc. And the airline will also book another flight for the passenger to take, whether from the same airline or not, to make sure the passenger still gets to their destination. If no one volunteers, the airline will usually force someone to give up their seat. And that was exactly what happened to him that morning.

He left the self check-in kiosk and immediately went to the nearest available check-in counter.

"Good morning, how can I help you, sir?" The male airline staff greeted him from behind the counter.

"Yeah, I tried to check-in for my flight but I was denied boarding." He explained.

"Oh, I apologize for that, sir. May I see your ticket or your booking number, please?" He asked.

Sebastian showed his booking number and the staff entered it into the system. After several moments he looked up from the screen and gave him an apologetic smile.

"I'm really sorry, sir, it seems that you have been denied boarding because we have overbooked our flight. We can book you on the next available flight."

"Oh great. Can't you bump someone else? I really need to get to New York as soon as possible. My best friend is getting married. And I can't be late for that." He pleaded.

"Oh I'm sorry, sir. When is your best friend's wedding going to be held? If you don't mind me asking?" The staff asked.

"Well.. the wedding will be held tomorrow. But the rehearsal dinner is tonight and it takes place three hours out of NYC, by car. So I need time to get there." He explained.

"Well, let me see what I can do. Please hold on for a moment." The staff said and Sebastian nodded as the staff left him to talk to another, older staff, several feet away.

He sighed as he glanced at his watch. His plane leaves in less than an hour! He needed to do something.

He pulled out his cellphone as an idea suddenly struck him. He put his cellphone on his ear and pretended to be on a phone call.

"Honey? What?! You're having contractions?!" He said out loud, causing some people to glance his way, including, as he had hoped, the staff that was talking to him.

"Please hold on, honey. I'm trying my best to get on the plane but they wouldn't let me! I got bumped!" He deliberately yelled out loud.

The staff along with the other staff he was talking to stopped talking and walked towards him.

"I know honey, I know it hurts, I'm sorry I can't be there yet. I'm trying my best, okay? Hang in there, sweetheart." He continued his charade as the two airline staff stopped in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir." The other staff said and he put his hand up to make him wait.

"I have to go, honey. Why don't you call Edward. He can take you to the hospital. I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay? I love you." He said and he pretended to hang up.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" The staff asked, concern clearly shown on his face.

"Yeah.. my.. my wife. She's in labor! I mean.. the baby isn't due until a couple of weeks from now but she said she's having contractions already! I really need to be there!" He pleaded, panic in his voice.

"I'm really sorry, sir. But since you were the last one to check-in, we had to give your seat to someone else. But, don't worry, we can book the next flight to New York for you. Free of charge." The older staff said.

He sighed. He thought his little act would work. He wasn't as good an actor as he thought, apparently.

"Well, when will the next available flight leave?" He asked.

"Let me see." The older staff said as he turned to look at the computer screen and started typing into the system.

"There's usually one flight to New York every two hours but unfortunately today half of the fleet serving Atlanta to New York are all under maintenance so there are only three flights today. The next one will leave at 2.30 pm." The staff said, shooting him an apologetic look.

"Oh that's way too late! Isn't there anything earlier than that?" He asked as he felt his heart sink into his stomach.

If he took the 2.30 pm flight, he would arrive in NYC at around 5 pm and the fastest he could leave to The Catskills would be 6 pm. He would be late for the rehearsal dinner. He couldn't take that flight.

"Please hold on, sir and let me check other airlines." The staff said.

"Okay." He nodded as hope started to appear in his heart.

"There's a 10 am flight with Southwest and 12 pm flight with Jet Blue." The staff finally said after a while.

"Nothing earlier than that?" He asked.

"Unfortunately, the 10 am flight with Southwest is the earliest available flight, sir. All the others are fully booked." The staff responded.

He sighed as he made some mental calculations. If he left at 10 am, he would arrive in NYC at around 1 pm and he could leave for The Catskills as early as 2 pm. He would be at the wedding venue around 5 in the afternoon. The welcome party starts at 5 then followed with the rehearsal dinner. He would make it on time but he just wouldn't have time to rest after arriving at his apartment. He felt exhausted and was wishing he could rest a little before driving to The Catskills. He needed to get on his original flight.

"My wife is in labor. I need to be on this flight! What if I miss the birth of my baby because I took a later flight. Please, let me get on this flight. I'm sure you can find another volunteer to give up their seat." He begged and lied again.

"Well.." the older staff hesitated.

"Please.. I'll even pitch in for compensation. How much were you going to give me? I mean. We are entitled for compensation if we're bumped. Right?" He asked.

"Well. You don't need to do that, sir. It's our responsibility to give compensation. Especially monetary compensation." The older staff said.

"Well I can give non monetary compensation. I mean. You do know who I am? Right?" He asked, winking at the staff who just stared at him in confusion.

He usually didn't like to play the celebrity card, but at times it could be useful. And he really hoped it would be useful too at this time.

The younger staff whispered something in the older staff's ear and he nodded.

"Ah, of course. We know who you are, Mr.Stan. What exactly do you have in mind as non monetary compensation?" The staff asked curiously.

"Well, I can give an autograph and a selfie, I'll also add in a ticket to Thunderbolts premiere. I'm sure someone would want that." He said, winking again.

The staff looked at each other then the older staff nodded.

"Very well, sir. We'll contact the staff at the gate and let them know. Hopefully someone would want to give up their seat. Please wait." The older staff said and he nodded.

The older staff went away from him and started talking to his communicator. He glanced at his watch and it was already 5.45 am! The plane would start boarding soon and he really needed to get to the gate if he wanted to be on the flight. He tapped his foot impatiently and glanced at his watch every so often.

Finally, after about five minutes, the older man walked back towards him and smiled.

"We have good news and bad news, sir. One of the passengers is willing to give up his seat to you." The older staff said.

"Oh! That's great! And what is the bad news?" He asked.

"Unfortunately, because of bad weather, your flight will be delayed for about two hours. So it will leave at 8.30 am." The staff continued.

He sighed. Well, he could still make it on time to Chad's wedding if he left Atlanta at 8.30 even if the rest time he would get would be shorter.

"Okay, that's fine. So, what next?" He asked.

"We'll check you in and you can make your way to the gate. The passenger that has given his seat up to you will meet you there and you can give him your autograph and take a selfie with him there. About the tickets to the premiere, I believe you can arrange it with him directly." The staff said and he nodded.

"Alright, let me check you in, sir. Do you have checked baggage?" The staff asked.

"No, just a backpack and a small suitcase that I'll take to the cabin." He said, pointing to the small suitcase near his foot.

"Alright, sir. Please kindly wait while I check you in." The staff said.

"Okay." He nodded then pulled out his cellphone again and started to text his wife, Y/n. He really wasn't lying about Y/n being pregnant. She was pregnant with their second child and her pregnancy was at 36 weeks. The baby wasn't due for another four weeks but there were possibilities that it could arrive earlier than that. So he really wasn't lying about that. However, he wouldn't want her to start going into labor while he was still away either. He hoped his little act earlier didn't come true.

"Hi sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm at the airport and I got bumped from the flight because I was the last to check-in. I negotiated with them and managed to get on the flight but it got delayed for two hours because of bad weather. So I'll be arriving late. I'm sorry."

He texted his wife.

He didn't expect a reply so soon but his wife replied moments later.

"Hi Iubirea mea. Oh, okay. That's fine. We can still make it to Chad's rehearsal dinner. Maybe we can hire a car and a chauffeur instead of you driving? Because you wouldn't have time to rest before we go."

"It's okay honey, I can rest on the plane and I have a couple of hours to kill here at the airport. I'll drive us there. Don't worry. By the way, how are you, Starlene and little bean?"

"Okay. If you're certain about it. Make sure you really get some rest. I'm sure you're still exhausted after last night.

Anyway, we're all fine. We miss you."

"Thanks honey. I am exhausted, but it's gonna be fine. And I miss all of you too!

By the way, have you felt any Braxton-hicks contractions so far?"

"No, not a single contraction. Little bean is still very comfortable in my tummy 😆"

"Okay, that's good. Well, give Starlene and little bean my love and kisses. I'll be there soon. Love you, sweetheart."

"Okay. We love you too, Iubirea mea. Let me know once you're about to board the plane."

"Okay. Will do. Bye sweetheart."

"Bye, Iubirea mea."

He switched his phone screen off and put it back in his pants' pocket. He looked up just as the older staff had finished printing his boarding pass.

"Alright, sir. We have checked you in. Here is your boarding pass. Boarding will be at gate A10. You can take the Plane Train to get there right after the security checkpoint. Please make sure you go straight to the gate after this because the person that gave his seat up for you is waiting." The staff explained.

"Alright. Got it. Thank you so much." He said as he extended his hand and shook the staff's hand.

"You're welcome, sir. Have a safe and enjoyable flight. And we hope you can still make it to your baby's birth." The staff said, smiling at him.

"Thank you." He smiled back and turned around.

Well, what an interesting way to start the day. He thought as he made quick strides towards the security checkpoint. He wondered who was the person that was willing to give up his seat for him. His fan or more of a Marvel fan. In any case he hoped the rest of his journey back to New York would go smoothly. He was tired and he just wanted to get home and meet his family.

However, luck was not on his side that day. He made it through the security checkpoint with no problem. But when he arrived underground and wanted to board the Plane Train, he found out the Plane Train was not working. There were supposed to be eleven trains working everyday connecting all of the Terminals and Concourses at the airport, but all of them were not working for whatever reason.

He looked up at the digital signage showing flight statuses and saw multiple flights were being delayed right before his eyes.

"Tell me you have some good news about the system malfunction. We can't possibly delay every flight today because the Plane Train isn't working!" A man wearing Atlanta Airport vest who was talking to his communicator walked past him.

Well, well, well.. his flight wasn't the only one being delayed. What were the odds of that happening the same day he got bumped from his flight and the same day his flight got delayed because of bad weather? He pondered internally. He hoped those were the only bad luck he had to endure that day. He remembered his honeymoon and all the crazy stuff that happened during the time and wishing hard something like that wouldn't happen to him again. Even though he had started to feel a strange feeling about it.

He sighed as he started to trudge towards the gate through the pedestrian walkway which was running right alongside the Plane Train track.

It took him fifteen minutes to reach his gate whereas with the Plane Train it could've taken him only two minutes. Oh well. Consider it a morning walk. He shrugged as he walked towards the counter near the gate.

The female airline staff who was standing behind the counter immediately recognized him and blushed upon seeing him.

"Good morning Mr.Stan." the female staff said and smiled shyly at him.

"Good morning. I'm here to meet the person who was willing to give up his seat for me." He said and smiled back at the staff, making the staff blushed even harder.

"Oh yes. Please wait a moment." The staff said and he nodded.

"Mr.Winklevoss, Mr.Winklevoss, passenger of Delta 228 to New York, please report to the counter near gate A10. Thank you." The staff announced through the speaker.

Moments later a big man with grey hair and beard approached him, looking like he could murder him with just a look. He definitely wasn't the type of fans he usually met.

"Hello there." Sebastian smiled and extended his hand to Mr.Winklevoss.

"Hi there." Mr.Winklevoss shook his hand firmly and gave him a small smile.

"Thank you for giving up your seat for me. I really appreciate it." He said.

"Oh it's no problem. The money they offered was quite a lot. I couldn't say no." He shrugged.

It wasn't exactly the answer Sebastian expected.

"Oh.. yeah. I'm sure they offered you a lot of money. Did they also tell you about my offer?" He asked as he started to feel rather suspicious that the man wasn't a fan of his.

"Yeah they did. No offense, I had no idea who you were at first until this lady here told me." He said, beckoning towards the female airline staff who was staring at him with love in her eyes. She blushed as Sebastian glanced at her and immediately looked down, pretending to type something into the computer in front of her.

"But the ticket to Thunderbolts premiere sounded like something I could sell. And of course, your autograph too." Mr.Winklevoss said and he felt rather disappointed at that. He wasn't as famous as he thought he was.

"Oh, right. Well, what would you like me to sign?" He asked with a heavy heart. He really would rather give his autograph to his real fans but he owed this man, he needed to keep his word.

"Umm.. well.. I don't have any memorabilia or anything. So, maybe my boarding pass would do. My old boarding pass I mean." Mr.Winklevoss said.

"Okay, sure." Sebastian nodded.

Mr.Winklevoss handed him his boarding pass.

"Umm.. do you have a pen?" Sebastian turned to the airline staff again and she nodded while still blushing hard, making him smile. She seemed like a fan. Maybe he could also give her something to make her happy, he thought.

"There you go Mr.Stan." the staff said and gave him a pen.

"Thanks." He winked at her and the staff looked like she was about to faint.

He laughed internally as he signed the man's boarding pass.

"There you go." He said, giving the boarding pass back to the man.

"Thanks." The man said brightly.

"Okay. So. Do you still want to take a selfie, or..?" He hesitated as he gave the pen back to the staff.

"Yeah, sure! It will be proof that I actually met you." Mr.Winklevoss said as he put his boarding pass into his bag and pulled out his cellphone.

"Okay." He nodded.

"I can help you take the picture if you want." The airline staff, who, thankfully, did not really faint, said.

"Oh yeah.. that's a great idea!" Mr.Winklevoss said in delight. He handed his cellphone to the staff and stepped back then stood close to him.

"Ready? One.. two.. three.." the staff said.

He smiled as the staff took several pictures of them.

"Do you want a picture too?" Sebastian offered to the staff after they were done and she returned Mr.Winklevoss' cellphone. The staff's eyes widened and she blushed yet again.

"I.. umm.. if you don't mind." She stammered.

"Of course I don't mind." He winked again at the staff and her face got even redder.

"Here, let me take the picture for you." Mr.Winklevoss offered after putting his cellphone back in his pocket.

The staff gave her cellphone to Mr.Winklevoss with trembling hands that he started to feel sorry for her.

"Hey, don't be nervous. It's just me." He smiled at the staff and the staff smiled shyly back at him.

"Come, get out of the counter and stand next to me." Sebastian said, extending his hand to her.

He guided her to get out of the counter and she stood next to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder as Mr.Winklevoss took several pictures of them.

"Thank you so much." She gushed after they were finished.

"No problem." He smiled at her and she looked like she was about to faint again as she walked back behind the counter.

"So, about the premiere tickets?" Mr.Winklevoss asked.

"Oh yeah. Could I have your phone number? Someone will be in touch with you for that. And considering the movie hasn't even finished filming yet, I'm sorry to say that it will be a while before you hear anything from us." He explained.

"Yeah sure. That's not a problem." Mr.Winklevoss responded then gave him his phone number.

"Thank you again for willing to give up your seat for me Mr.Winklevoss." He said after saving Mr.Winklevoss' number in his cellphone.

"Oh, no problem! Thank you for the autograph, picture and premiere ticket." Mr.Winklevoss replied.

"You're welcome Mr.Winklevoss." He smiled and Mr.Winklevoss finally left, leaving him with the staff that was a fan of his.

"So, my colleague said your wife is in labor?" The staff asked.

"Oh.. well, she's pregnant but she's not in labor yet although she's at 36 weeks and the baby really could come at.. any.. time.." He said slowly as he realized what he just said. He completely forgot about his lie!

The staff's eyes widened as she listened to him and he realized he was in trouble.

"So, your wife is not in labor?" The staff asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Oh shoot.. I forgot about that." He said sheepishly.

He leaned over to her and whispered "Please keep this as a secret. But.. no, my wife is not in labor. I had to lie about it because I really need to get on this flight."

"Oh.. yeah, of course. I won't tell a soul." The staff said as she made some movement in front of her mouth, gesturing as if she zipped her mouth close.

"Thank you. I knew you'd understand.. Daisy." He leaned back and glanced at the name tag on her chest then reached out and patted her hand, making her blush yet again.

"Anyway, as a thank you for keeping my secret, I could give you my autograph if you want. And umm.. tickets to Thunderbolts premiere too. What do you think?" He asked, smiling at her again.

"Are you serious?" She asked, her eyes widened.

"Yeah, of course!" He smiled. He realized that he had to give up two Thunderbolts premiere tickets that were allotted to him, which meant he had to make the decision to not invite two of his family members or friends to the premiere. But maybe he could persuade Marvel to give him more tickets. Surely he could negotiate with them. He tried to convince himself.

"That would be fantastic! Thank you so much, Mr.Stan!" The staff said enthusiastically.

"No problem. And please.. just call me Sebastian. So.. where would you like me to sign?" He asked.

"Okay! Umm.. do you mind signing my.. umm.. the back of my neck?" She asked, her face flustered yet again.

"Oh! That's an unusual place for a signature. Are you sure you want it there?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Y..yeah.. I'm going to have it tattooed. Kind of like the fake tattoo you have for Monday. Do you remember?" She explained.

"Oh yeah.. of course I remember. Well then, I better make it small but artistic." He said, remembering the fake tattoo that said '(Re)Made in Greece' that he had for the movie Monday.

"You can make it big or small, it's up to you." She smiled.

"Okay. Once again, are you sure about this?" He asked.

"Yes!" She said with no hesitation.

"Alright. It's a rather hard place for me to sign though without causing some raised eyebrows. Maybe we should go somewhere more private." He suggested.

"Yeah, you're right.. but there really is nowhere private around here." She said as she looked around.

He looked around as well and noticed no one was looking at them. Most people were either looking at their cellphones or sleeping.

"Maybe we can just duck under the counter quickly. No one is really looking." He suggested.

"That's a good idea." She said.

So he quickly went behind the counter and once they were both sure no one was looking at them, they both ducked and squatted in front of each other.

"This is kind of weird." He laughed and she laughed too.

"So, do you have a pen?" He asked and she gave one to him.

"Okay. Let's do this." He said and she laughed as she turned around and exposed her neck to him.

Thankfully her hair was already styled up into a bun so he didn't have any trouble accessing the back of her neck.

He slowly signed her neck with a small version of his signature and paused, his hand hovered above her neck.

"Do you want me to add like.. more designs on it or something? Or would my signature be enough?" He asked.

"It's up to you Sebastian." She responded.

"Okay, I'll just add my name in small letters. You can add additional designs later on if you want." He said.

"Sure." She replied.

"Alright, that should do it." He said moments later after he finished writing his name on the staff's neck.

"Thank you so much Sebastian." She said as she started to stand up and he followed suit.

"Jesus! You scared me!" A startled male voice was suddenly heard. His heart seemed to jump out of his chest when he finally stood up. A man in Delta uniform stood in front of them, his mouth agape.

"Mr.Michaels! We're.. we're really sorry. We.. we didn't mean to scare you." Daisy said, her face turned into the reddest shade so far.

"Daisy.. what were you doing?!" Mr.Michaels asked, his eyebrows raised as he looked at them both with a judging stare.

"I.. we.. we were.. " Daisy stammered.

"I'm sorry, I was helping to check out an error on the computer. The keyboard wasn't working. She asked me to help her check it out." Sebastian quickly improvised.

Mr.Michaels didn't say anything but his eyes slowly showed recognition.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" He asked.

"Well.. maybe.. if you've seen a Marvel movie, you might have seen me." Sebastian chuckled.

"Oh! Wait! You're that guy! The brainwashed assassin guy. Right? The one who killed Tony Starks' parents!" Mr.Michaels said enthusiastically.

"Yeah." Sebastian nodded but his face fell. The third Captain America movie was not his last Marvel movie and yet this man only knew him from that movie as Tony Starks' parents' killer. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry about it.

"Awesome! Do you mind if we take a picture?" Mr.Michaels asked.

"Oh no, of course not." He smiled and he ended up taking pictures and chatting with Mr.Michaels and two other Delta airline staff.

After half an hour he was finally left alone but not after he got Daisy's number so he could contact her regarding the Thunderbolts premiere ticket. Additionally it was through them that he knew the flight wasn't delayed because of bad weather but because there was some problem with the plane's engine. But they didn't want to alarm the passengers so they told everyone the delay was because of bad weather. He had voiced his concern about it to them but they reassured him that the problem was minor and would not cause anything dangerous to happen. He really hoped that was the case. He couldn't imagine if he ended up dying in an airplane crash. What would happen to Y/n and his kids? He wouldn't want to miss seeing his kids grow up.

After he finished chatting with the Delta staff, he looked around to find somewhere to sit. It was 7 am and he still had about an hour to kill before he could board the plane, and that's if the engine problem was already resolved. Otherwise his flight might get delayed again.

All the seats near the gate were occupied so he ended up finding an empty seat further away from the gate but near the restroom. He found an empty seat next to a little girl of about 9 years old who sat next to a man. The girl had long brunette hair pulled up into a ponytail and the man was bald and had a mustache. They both looked up at him as he approached.

"Hi. Sorry, is this seat taken?" He asked, smiling at them.

"No, go ahead." The man said.

"Thank you." He sat down, turned to them and smiled again. The little girl smiled shyly back at him while the man just gave him a small smile.

"So, where are you guys going? If you don't mind me asking?" He asked.

"New York." The man answered.

"Oh, same here." He smiled.

"Oh, good." The man responded and nodded.

For a moment they didn't say anything as an uncomfortable silence hung between them.

"So, this morning has been crazy hasn't it?" He said, breaking the silence.

"Umm.. What do you mean?" The man asked.

"I mean.. our flight got delayed and then minutes later the Plane Train didn't work causing more delays." He explained.

"Oh.. yeah.. we were lucky. We managed to still take the Plane Train." The man said and Sebastian nodded.

"Lucky you. I had to walk here." He chuckled. "Not that I'm complaining. I'm used to walking a lot. But, I'm just exhausted this morning." He said, unsure why he had become talkative all of a sudden.

"I see." The man said as he started to get up. "I'm going to go and find something to eat. Do you want something?" The man looked at the little girl and the girl just nodded.

"Okay, come." The man said and pulled the girl's arm up, forcing her to stand up.

"See you guys later, nice talking to you." Sebastian said as the man started to walk away while dragging the girl with him.

"Yeah. You too." The man said and nodded at him then turned his back to him.

He sighed as he watched the pair of them walk away from him. He had a weird feeling as he stared at them. The way the man held the girl's arm was weird. And, strangely enough, they didn't have bags with them at all. As if they weren't traveling far. He decided to shrug it off as they went into a cafe not far from there and disappeared from his sight.

Moments later his stomach rumbled and he realized he hadn't had breakfast yet. He stood up and decided to follow them to the cafe. Maybe he could have some coffee and pastry.

When he entered the cafe he found them standing in front of the counter. The man was looking down at the girl in anger while the girl looked up at him in fear.

"I don't understand. What are you saying?!" The man asked, his voice rather high.

The girl made some movements with her hands and Sebastian realized she was doing sign language. He approached them and watched the girl closely. He knew sign language as he learned it back when he was in middle school so he could talk to his best friend who had trouble hearing.

"She said she is allergic to nuts." Sebastian said and the man jumped in surprise.

"Oh.. right. Yeah.. I.. I knew that." The man stammered and the girl rolled her eyes at the man.

"So, you can't talk?" Sebastian asked the girl while making sign language. The girl shook her head.

"But you can hear?" He asked again and the girl nodded.

"And you don't know sign language?" Sebastian turned to the man.

"No.. I.. I'm her uncle. I rarely talk to her. Her mom lives in New York while her dad lives in Atlanta. They asked me to accompany her to go back to her mom's." The man explained quickly, his eyes darted around and he shifted his feet from side to side. Clearly the man was nervous and he wondered why that was.

"Okay. Well, what do you guys want? My treat." He smiled at them while also making sign language to the girl. The girl's eyes widened and she smiled. She then made signs with her hands again.

"Okay, hot chocolate and rainbow sprinkle donuts for you, my lady." He said while again making sign language and the girl laughed and blushed.

"And for you?" He turned to the man.

"Uh…I'll just have black coffee thanks." The man replied.

"Alright. Save me a seat. I'll be right with you guys." He said and they left him in front of the counter alone.

Minutes later he got all of their orders. He ordered a cappuccino for himself and a spinach quiche. He looked around and found them sitting near the exit of the cafe. He found their sight kind of strange. He realized that they were the only ones in the cafe not having their faces in front of a cell phone screen while everyone at the cafe did. He shook his head at the realization. The world had become rather strange indeed when sitting without a cellphone in hand could be perceived as not normal.

He was usually one of those people busy with his cellphone. Well today maybe he could change that and actually socialize with strangers like people of old used to do.

"Here you go. One hot chocolate and rainbow sprinkled donut for the beautiful lady." He said as he placed the cup of chocolate and plate of donut in front of the girl. The girl blushed and smiled at that.

"And black coffee for you." He said as he put the cup of coffee in front of the man.

"Thank you." The man said, giving him a small smile.

"No problem." He smiled as he arranged his own orders on the table.

"I'm Sebastian by the way." He said as he started to put some sugar into his cappuccino.

"Oh, and I'm Mike and this is Adriana." The man said.

"Nice meeting you both, Mike and Adriana." He smiled and Adriana smiled back at him.

For several minutes they stayed quiet as they enjoyed their drinks and food.

"So, where does your mom live, Adriana?" Sebastian asked, breaking the silence. The girl froze and glanced at Mike.

"Brooklyn." Mike answered.

"Ah, okay. I have an apartment in Brooklyn. Well.. actually.. My wife used to live there. She had moved in with me ever since my daughter was born but the place holds so much memory for us that we decided to keep renting it." He said.

"Oh. Must be nice to have the money to do that while other people struggle just to rent one apartment." Mike said cynically.

He felt like his heart had been stabbed as he heard what Mike had to say. He kicked himself internally and realized he should be more considerate and not tell stories like that. He didn't mean to brag, but other people could perceive it otherwise.

"Uh.. yeah.. sorry. I didn't mean to brag or anything. Just.. just making small talk." He said nervously.

"Yeah.. Sorry.. I didn't mean to insult you." Mike said as he seemed to realize what he just said.

"It's okay." Sebastian said and turned to Adriana. "What grade are you?"

Adriana showed three fingers and Sebastian nodded. "Third grade, huh?"

Adriana nodded and continued to eat her donut.

Eventually they were able to have a better conversation. He found out that Adriana loved Barbie, like his niece Sofia, and also Taylor Swift. He also found out Mike lived in Atlanta and was Adriana's father's brother. He worked at an insurance company and decided to take some days off to visit New York while accompanying Adriana.

Time seemed to fly and before they knew it, it was time to board their flight. He was relieved that their flight was on time. The engine problem must have been fixed. He thought as they walked together towards the gate.

It turned out that his seat was next to Adriana and Mike.

"It's nice to sit next to familiar faces isn't it?" He said to Adriana who was sitting on his right. His seat was by the window while Mike's was by the aisle and Adriana sat between them.

Adriana nodded and smiled wide at him while Mike looked at him in dislike. He wondered if Mike still thought bad of him for bragging earlier as he pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and texted his wife, letting her know that he had just boarded the plane.

He made a mental note to be more careful in what he said next time as he turned on the airplane mode on his cellphone and put it back in his pocket. He fastened his seat belt and leaned back on his seat. He felt exhaustion again so he closed his eyes, hoping to be able to get some sleep and rest.

When he opened his eyes again he felt strange. He fully expected to look out the window and find the view of the white fluffy clouds, instead he found the view of the airport terminal. Apparently they hadn’t moved at all. He glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows as he realized that it had been an hour since they boarded the plane and they hadn’t moved yet.

“Is something going on? Why are we still here?” He turned to Adriana and Mike.

“I don’t know. They haven’t said anything.” Mike replied.

He looked at Mike and realized he had pulled the hood of his jacket up and put on sunglasses. Adriana had also put the hood of her jacket up and looked down. He noticed Mike’s leg was moving slightly up and down, it seemed he was nervous about something.

“Hey man, you okay?” He asked.

“Y.. yeah.. it’s just, I’m always nervous on planes. You know.” Mike replied and understanding dawned in him and he nodded.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I still feel nervous too sometimes.” He said as his mind went back to the fact there was a problem with the plane’s engine previously. He wondered if there was a problem with it again. He decided to ask the stewardess so he pressed the call button next to his seat to call a stewardess.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?" A beautiful stewardess came and greeted him.

"Uh.. yeah.. why aren't we moving? Is there something wrong?" He asked.

"Oh no, sir. Nothing is wrong. After the delays earlier impacting several flights due to the Plane Train not working the Air Traffic Controller needs some time to adjust things. We're just waiting for our turn." The stewardess smiled at him and glanced at Mike and Adriana.

"Oh okay. Well, I hope we'll get our turn soon. I really need to get to New York as soon as possible." He said.

"Yes, sir. I hope so too. I'm sure you can't wait to be by your wife's side. Right? I mean.. we heard she's in labor." She said with a knowing smile.

"Oh yeah.. she is." He said, kicking himself internally for forgetting about that lie again.

"Well, I'm sure we'll get our turn soon. In the meantime, please sit back and relax. There's nothing to worry about." She smiled.

"Yeah, thanks." He nodded.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?" She asked.

"No, thanks. That would be all." He replied.

"Very well, sir. If you'll excuse me." She said and he nodded.

Once the stewardess left he pulled out his cellphone and turned off airplane mode. He needed to tell his wife that he was going to arrive even later than scheduled.

When he opened his messages, there was a message from his wife and a video from her.

"Hi Iubirea mea, I know you won't get this until you arrive in New York but I just have to show you this."

He opened the video and laughed out loud. There on the screen he could see the living room in his apartment looking in such a mess with rolls and rolls of toilet paper covering the sofa, carpet and coffee table. Their dog, Lucky was sitting on the carpet biting toilet paper while their daughter Starlene was sitting on the sofa and was continuously pulling toilet paper from its roll.

"Oh my God." He closed his mouth with his hand to stifle some more laughter and continued to watch the video from his wife.

"I just left them for a second. I swear. But when I came back, this is what happened!" The screen turned and showed his wife looking annoyed as h**l.

"I can't imagine what kind of mess we'll be in once this little bean arrives." She said, patting her stomach.

"Anyway, we love you, we miss you. And I hope you have a safe and pleasant flight. Let me know once you've landed. Love you, Iubirea mea." She smiled and he couldn't help but smile back and whispered I love you as well.

She then put her hand on the camera, signifying a hug and he sighed as the video ended. There was nowhere else he wished to be but by his family's side at that moment. But alas, fate willed it a different way. He just had to be more patient.

He immediately called his wife but she didn't answer, so he decided to send a message.

"Honey, I'm really sorry but the plane got stuck at the terminal. We're still waiting for the plane to get permission from the ATC to leave. And I'm really sorry to see what happened to our living room. Just leave it and I'll help clean up when I get there. I'm sure you're tired. I love you and please send my love and also angry stares to Lucky and Starlene. Love you so much, sweetheart."

He waited and waited but Y/n didn't reply. He tried calling her again but she didn't answer.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry, could you please turn your cellphone off. We're leaving soon." Another stewardess came and scolded him.

"But.. My wife is in labor. I need to know her condition." He said, remembering the lie again.

"We know, sir. But we're really sorry. Rules are rules. And we're leaving soon. You will see her soon." The stewardess replied and he sighed.

"Fine. Let me just send a last message." He said.

"Thank you, sir." The stewardess smiled and left.

"Rules are rules." He muttered under his breath while he typed a message for his wife again, his face full of dislike, making Adriana beside him laugh.

"Why are they sometimes so rigid? We're not even moving." He complained again and Adriana made a sign that said she knew.

"Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright." Adriana signed again and he smiled.

"Thank you, Adriana." He smiled and she smiled back.

He returned his attention back to his cellphone and sent the message. He then turned the airplane mode on his cellphone on and put it back into his pocket.

He sighed and looked out the window. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked out and saw some uniformed men inside the terminal wearing vests with FBI written on the back, walking swiftly along the side of the terminal. He leaned closer towards the window curiously, wondering why the FBI was there.

"Hey, the FBI is here. I wonder what's going on." He said.

"What?!" Mike exclaimed out loud.

"Yeah.. look.." he pointed towards the uniformed men and Mike leaned over Adriana to take a closer look at the window. He leaned back to allow him a better view.

Just then the plane started moving away from the terminal and Mike leaned back on his seat. He looked at Mike and felt like Mike had just let go of a breath he was holding.

"Finally, we're moving." Mike chuckled nervously.

"Yeah. Finally." He said as he felt Mike was being strange about the whole situation but he shrugged it off.

He glanced at his watch and sighed as he saw that it was almost 10 am already. So much for getting some rest before he drove to Chad's wedding. He complained internally.

The plane finally took off several minutes later, much to his relief. However, when they took off they experienced a somewhat hard turbulence which made him really nervous. He kept remembering that there was some problem with the plane's engine earlier. What if the problem came back and caused the plane to fall down from the sky? He couldn't help but think of all the negative and horrifying possibilities that could happen to the plane. Thankfully the turbulence didn't last long and eventually the plane stabilized and flew smoothly.

Several minutes later however the plane started to descend quite quickly, startling everyone.

The lights inside the cabin were all turned on and a blaring sound came out from the speakers as oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling.

"This is an emergency. Please put on your masks. This is an emergency. Please put on your masks." The warning sound was repeated through the speakers.

His heart dropped to his stomach and his heart pounded hard as he pulled down the oxygen mask in front of him and put it over his mouth and nose. He looked to the right and saw both Adriana and Mike had already worn them as well.

Stewardesses were walking around the cabin checking that everyone had worn their masks. For a few minutes the situation was quiet but intense as the plane continued to descend but at a slower pace.

He couldn't help but think of Y/n, Starlene and his unborn child. He wasn't ready to die yet. He just got his happiness with them and with Y/n after twenty something years being in love with her. No, he couldn't and wouldn't accept to die that day. He closed his eyes and kept praying to God in his heart to save the plane and everyone on the flight.

Suddenly the pilot's voice could be heard on the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We apologize for the situation. That was a false emergency. We were descending down 7.000 feet from 34.000 feet to 27.000 feet to avoid turbulence and somehow the system automatically turned on the signal to drop the oxygen masks. The pressure in the cabin is at a normal level so there is no need to wear oxygen masks. You can take off the oxygen masks and our crew will help put them back in place manually. We are really sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you."

He felt immense relief as he took off his oxygen mask and he felt the atmosphere in the plane immediately changed as a collective breath of relief was exhaled.

"That was so scary." He commented and turned to Adriana and Mike.

"Yeah. I know. I never experienced anything like it." Mike responded.

"I was ready to die." Adriana signed to him and he raised his eyebrows.

"We're all going to die anyway." She signed again.

"Well.. you're right. You're so wise for a girl your age." He chuckled but deep down he wondered how a girl her age could have thoughts like that. He himself wasn't ready to die even though he was 41 already. He felt like he probably would never be ready for it.

He leaned back and sighed. Trying to relax after the tense situation. He also wanted to go back to sleep but found it hard to do so. Somehow the one hour sleep he got when the plane was still parked by the terminal was enough to recharge and refresh him. Well, the false emergency also contributed as well. He couldn't relax yet after that. So he ended up chatting with Adriana again. Mike closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping so he didn't want to bother him.

Several times when they were chatting Adriana glanced at Mike, as if expecting him to do something. He asked her if there was anything wrong but she shook her head, making him curious about it.

About half an hour into the flight, breakfast was served and Mike woke up. There was something strange that he noticed with the stewardess serving them though. Every time she served Mike, she took her time to really look at him as well as Adriana. At one point after pouring a glass of apple juice for Adriana and water for Mike, the stewardess left, leaving him hanging. He was just about to request orange juice but the stewardess already left.

Being quite tall he was able to see where the stewardess had gone. Apparently she went to the front of the business class area and was not back for a while. When she was finally back she brought milk and pineapple juice in her hands, making him think she was probably just grabbing the milk and juice.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr.Stan. We ran out of milk and pineapple juice so I had to go and get it." The stewardess smiled at him.

"Oh, that's okay." He responded.

"What would you like to drink?" She asked.

"Orange juice, please. Thank you." He said.

"Certainly, sir." She said. Her hands trembled as she poured the orange juice, making him feel strange yet again.

"Here you go, sir." She gave the orange juice to him and he accepted.

"Thank you." He nodded and the stewardess smiled and continued to serve the other passengers.

He was about to finish his breakfast which consisted of egg frittata and mushroom as well as croissant with butter when Adriana knocked her glass of apple juice and spilled it onto Mike's lap.

"I'm sorry." She signed to Mike.

"It's.. it's okay." Mike said and he sighed.

"Let me just go and clean this up." Mike said as he picked up his tray of food, closed the table in front of him and stood up. He got out of his seat and put his tray of food onto his seat then he went to the restroom located in front of the plane. As soon as Mike left Adriana immediately signed to him.

"Please help. I'm being kidnapped. Mike kidnapped me." She signed frantically. His heart seemed to stop as he registered what Adriana just conveyed to him.

Of all the things that had happened to him throughout his life, this was by far the weirdest and most unexpected thing that ever happened to him. He stared at Adriana with his jaw dropped as his mind tried to grapple with the situation.

"He kidnapped me from my school as I was walking home from school. He said he's going to sell me overseas. He knows where my parents live and threatened me that he will get someone to kill them if I try to get away. I've been playing along but when I saw the FBI, I knew they were looking for me. Please help me." She signed, her eyes full of hope and fear.

He looked towards the restroom and saw that Mike was still in there. He knew in order to help Adriana they needed to go back to Atlanta, but he also didn't want to miss Chad's rehearsal dinner and honestly he missed his family so much that he just wanted to go back to them as soon as possible. Torn between wanting to help Adriana and go to New York as soon as possible he finally decided. He knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't help Adriana. And he knew Y/n and Chad would understand why he needed to do this. So he made the decision.

"Okay. Come. We need to get you away from him. Let's go to the plane crew and tell them about this. Maybe we can have the plane turn around and bring you back to Atlanta." He said and she nodded.

They quickly left their seats and went towards the back of the plane, away from Mike. While walking he continued to check his back to make sure Mike was not out of the restroom yet. He guided Adriana towards the back of the plane where a stewardess was busy tidying up the food carts. He pushed Adriana gently into the aisle between the rows of food carts, making sure they were both unseen from the front of the plane.

“Oh! Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” The stewardess who previously served them was startled.

“Uh.. yeah. This girl here, her name is Adriana, she told me she’s kidnapped by that man who sat beside her.” Sebastian explained.

The stewardess' eyes widened but then she quickly nodded.

“I know.. we.. I mean, the pilot and the crew know, sir. The FBI back in Atlanta Airport were looking for them.” The stewardess replied.

“Well then why didn’t you guys do anything when we were still in Atlanta?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, sir. We were given photos of them when we were still on the ground but we didn’t recognize them. It wasn’t until less than an hour ago I noticed who they were. I already informed the pilot and in several minutes, after all passengers have finished eating, we’re planning on turning the plane around back to Atlanta.” She explained.

“Well okay, good.” He nodded.

“In the meantime, I think it’s best that you return to your seats so as not to make the man suspicious. We were told to make sure he doesn’t know about this. We don’t want to alarm him and make him do dangerous things.” The stewardess said.

“That makes..” Sebastian was about to answer when he found himself suddenly choking.

“Something dangerous like this?” Mike asked as he tightened one of his arms around Sebastian’s neck, while the other held his head, choking him.

The stewardess screamed in surprise and immediately pulled Adriana closer to her and shielded her behind her back.

“Sir, please! Don’t do anything stupid!” The stewardess reminded him, her voice shook as she saw Sebastian continued to choke and tried to get free from Mike’s hold. But Mike was stronger than he seemed.

He held both his hands on Mike’s arms, trying to loosen it. His neck hurt, his head hurt as his hands continued to pull Mike's arm away from his neck.

“I won’t kill him if you return my niece back to me.” Mike warned.

“We know she’s not your niece, sir. Surrender now because you have nowhere else to go.” The stewardess bravely said.

“Wrong answer.” Mike said as he strengthened his hold even more on Sebastian’s neck but Sebastian suddenly got an idea.

He released his hands on Mike's arm and elbowed Mike hard on his stomach, making Mike lose his hold on his neck a little. Then he did a backward kick and successfully kicked Mike away from him, making Mike lose his hold completely on him and fell on the ground.

He staggered forward as Mike released him and croaked. “Go.. Get her to safety.”

The stewardess nodded and quickly dragged Adriana towards the front of the plane through the other aisle.

Sebastian rubbed his aching neck and tried to catch his breath. Then he slowly turned around, ready to fight Mike again but he was gone!

He quickly walked out of the aisle and saw Mike running parallel to the stewardess and Adriana, chasing them into the front of the plane. He tried to catch up with them but Mike crossed to the other aisle through another aisle filled with food carts and his heart dropped to his stomach.

“Sir.. please.. let her go! You don’t want to do this!” He heard the panicked voice of the stewardess as he came closer to them. By then some people had stood up from their seats and started asking him questions, but he just put his index finger on his lips, asking them to stay quiet as he tiptoed to where Mike, Adriana and the stewardess were.

When he reached them he saw that Mike’s back was to him. He was holding Adriana’s body against his chest, a fork in his hand pointed onto Adriana’s neck. Several stewardesses had come to them and they stood in front of Mike and Adriana, their faces full of shock and fear. Adriana struggled to get free but couldn’t.

“Tell your pilot to keep directing this plane to New York. Otherwise I won’t hesitate to stab her.” He threatened.

“Y.. yes sir. Just please don’t hurt her!” The stewardess pleaded.

He looked around trying to see if he could find something to wound Mike when someone suddenly offered him a fork.

He turned around and saw an old lady handing him a fork.

“Thank you.” he mouthed. The old lady just nodded and smiled. She then walked back to her seat and he turned back around.

The stewardesses were still trying to persuade Mike to let go of Adriana when he stabbed Mike on the side of his neck.

Mike screamed in pain and let Adriana go. She immediately ran towards the stewardesses and they immediately took her and shielded her behind their backs.

Mike turned around and pulled out the fork from his neck. Blood seeped through it as he continued to make wild screams and started to attack Sebastian. He raised his hand, which was still holding a fork, intending to stab Sebastian with it. But Sebastian kicked his hand and the fork fell down to the ground in a clatter.

They ended up fighting with bare hands. He threw some punches and kicks onto Mike’s face and body. Mike grunted as he got the hits but then he kicked his chest hard, sending him towards the emergency door of the plane.

He grunted as his back hit the door and he fell down onto the ground. He tried to get up and one of the passengers sitting next to the emergency door extended their hand and helped him get up.

He winced as he walked slowly back towards Mike who was still standing, holding the wound on his neck.

“Give up now, Mike. You have nowhere to go.” He said.

“Never!” Mike yelled as he charged towards him and they continued to fight.

He didn’t know where he got the strength. It seemed his training for Bucky had made him stronger. But he continued to throw punches and kicks to Mike while also receiving some of Mike’s blows on his face. The other passengers watched them with bated breath.

He glanced towards one of the food carts and quickly picked up a stainless steel pot. He raised it and hit Mike’s head with it, making him fall down to the ground.

He waited to see if Mike would get up again but he stayed down. His eyes were closed. He was unconscious.

The passengers and stewardesses who were watching them erupted in cheers and he felt someone hugged him tight. It was Adriana.

“Thank you.” She mouthed and he just nodded while panting as he tried to catch his breath.

Mike was immediately apprehended by the plane crew and tied to one of the seats at the front of the plane. Sebastian went back to his seat with Adriana after one of the stewardesses tended to his wounds. Thankfully his wounds were nothing major, just a cut on his lip and eyebrows as well as some bruises. Nothing he had never dealt with before.

The pilot eventually turned the plane back to Atlanta after explaining to all the passengers what just happened. He even mentioned Sebastian by name, thanking him for his heroic act in fighting Mike.

He wished the pilot didn’t mention him by name because he got interrupted constantly by passengers who wanted to talk with him and take pictures with him. Adriana seemed to understand because she told him to pretend to sleep so people wouldn’t bother him, and it thankfully worked. People finally left him in peace.

However, even though he wasn’t bothered anymore, he couldn’t really sleep. The journey back towards Atlanta felt so long in his mind even though it took only an hour. His mind constantly replayed what happened and he couldn't wait to tell Y/n about it.

He opened his eyes when the pilot announced that they were about to land soon. He glanced at his watch and sighed as he saw that it was already 12.30 pm. He assumed that the fastest they could head back to New York would be at 1.30 pm. Which meant he would arrive in New York at around 4 pm.

It was clear he would be late to arrive at Chad’s welcome party and rehearsal dinner. He regretted not taking the 10 am flight with Southwest. But then again if he had taken that one, who knew what would have happened to Adriana. Despite everything, he was glad he could help her.

After they finally landed in Atlanta, two FBI agents entered the plane and took Mike with them. Then another agent came into the plane to take Adriana to her parents. He offered to walk Adriana to the gate. Apparently her parents were there. He wanted to make sure she was reunited with them again. He walked following the agent with Adriana walking between them.

When they got off the plane he was welcomed with flashes of lights from cameras and cheers from people around them. It seemed he had made the news.

He walked alongside Adriana when a woman and a man ran towards them.

“Adriana! Oh my baby! I’m so glad you’re okay.” The woman who apparently was Adriana’s mom said.

He couldn’t help but teared up as he watched Adriana being hugged by both her parents. He couldn’t imagine the anguish they must have felt when Adriana was gone from them.

“Thank you for saving her.” Adriana’s dad said.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sir. Your daughter was very brave. You should be proud of her.” He smiled.

Adriana’s parents nodded.

“We are. We’re really proud of her. And we’re so happy she’s back. We thought we had lost her for good.” Adriana’s mom said.

“Well she’s a strong and smart girl.” He smiled as he patted Adriana’s shoulder gently and the family looked back at him beaming wide with happiness.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll see you around again someday. Take care of yourself.” He said as he hugged Adriana tight.

“Thank you so much, Sebastian.” Adriana signed after he let her go.

“You’re welcome.” He signed and she smiled.

“Sebastian! Sebastian! Could you tell us what happened? Did you really fight the kidnapper?!" A reporter suddenly shouted at him.

“No comment. Sorry. I have to go. My wife is in labor. I have to go.” He said, raising his hands up.

“Just a short answer would do, Sebastian. Please!" The reporter called out but he walked back towards the plane while someone from airport security held back the reporter and prevented the reporter from following him.

When he got back into the plane all the passengers stood up, clapped and cheered for him. His face reddened as he continued to walk to his seat and they continued to chant his name.

“Thank you.. thank you. You guys are too nice.” He said as he raised his hand up and nodded, his face as red as a tomato.

The passengers finally stopped cheering when he took his seat. He leaned back on his seat and pulled out his cellphone as his mind still tried to process all the events that just happened.

He turned off the airplane mode on his cellphone, wanting to send a message to his wife when messages from her came through.

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“Iubirea mea, it sucks to hear you're still stuck at the airport. But I hope your plane will soon get its turn to move. I've given your love and angry stares to Lucky and Starlene and they just stared back at me 😆

Anyway, I already cleaned up all the toilet paper. No need to worry about that. I'm rather tired but it's okay.

Love you and I hope to see you soon. Keep me posted.”

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“Iubirea mea.. where are you? I hope you’re near New York already.”

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“Iubirea mea.. I'm having contractions..”

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His heart seemed to stop as he read the last message.

The story continues on Part 2

A Winter's Miracle : Snowbound Delivery

Get ready for another crazy adventure with Sebastian and Reader 😁

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