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The Broken Veil: Chapter 6 - The Horde

TW: blood and gore, gunshot wounds, shock

Summary: John Wick has just agreed to kill Gianna D'Antonio, repaying the marker that gave him a life with Helen. However, Helen is trying to contact John from the afterlife, to show him that it is possible to stop the cycle of violence – not by forfeiting his own life, but by creating a fundamental shift in international systems and perhaps even the balance of good and evil in this world. But he doesn’t have to do it alone. She’s coming back.

“It’s a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk to go that journey! We’ve braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I’ll keep you.” - Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights

Helen always liked to people watch in New York, on the subway, through coffee shop windows, dancing with strangers to the songs of street buskers. So many characters, ripe for conversations and candid photography. Artists. Students. Performers. Families. Runaways. Petty criminals. And apparently, hitmen.

As they exit the airport, a red light and nothing more holds back the horde behind the white bars of a crosswalk, as sunset flares low and catches in the dark pools of John Wick’s eyes. He stares forward, feet planted, still holding her hand. He squeezes it once and lets go. “I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“When we’re walking, stay at a distance. Don’t step in unless I call for you. I know when I’m about to die. If I’m not dying, don’t stand in my line of fire, don’t touch me, don’t do anything that will affect my range of motion. You can block headshots from behind me, but that’s it.”

“Or else I’ll get in your way.”

“I wasn’t going to put it like that, but…Yeah. You’ll get in my way.”

She’s grinning, not remotely offended. “I don’t doubt it. You have yourself a deal, baby.” Then very seriously, “I’m trusting you to call for me."

He nods. She feels his focus shift, shutting out all thought beyond survival.

Come at me, come at me.

He’s electric. The light turns green, and she’s walking at the devil’s side.

They planned the route in the air. He needs to get to someone who will know where to find Santino. That means reaching a subway station on the other side of the city, where they will find a particular contact. “He’ll be talking about ‘Things you see,’ that’s the code phrase,” John told her. It’s a short walk among neon lights and hole-in-the-wall storefronts to the nearest underground entrance. When he told her that, Helen thought it sounded very promising – how many assassins could they possibly encounter in such a brief journey? But he didn’t seem to think so.

As they move through the crowd silently, Helen thinks of the self-defense class she took in college. It’s been many years since then, and she wasn’t top of the class to begin with. She’s unarmed, with no real martial arts experience. So the best she can do is hang back several paces behind him and look wherever he isn’t looking. It makes her paranoid. Is that teenager reaching into his bag about to pull out a gun? No, it’s a notebook. Is that woman staring at John because she’s about to strike, or because he’s breathtaking? Obviously the latter.

The first time it really happens, she doesn’t see it coming at all. A man with the body of a sumo wrestler and a pistol in his hand stops walking at just the right moment to fling an arm out in front of John and knock him expertly to the ground. She’s suddenly hyperaware of the smoggy night wind and the texture of the sidewalk underfoot, her body primed to do something, anything, but that isn’t what he wants so she just stumbles forward, then backward, then freezes. He’s already up and striking back, already has him disarmed, but the man takes damage like a tank. They seem evenly matched for a moment, then everything suddenly escalates. Glass shatters as John is thrown through a bus stop divider. She feels dozens of tiny cuts slash across his face, his back hitting concrete. The retaliation is swift. John grabs the man’s gun and wrestles it against his head, leaving him bleeding out on the ground, a final shot leveling him as he tries to rise.

“Jesus Christ!” They’re in the middle of the sidewalk. There was a silencer, but why is no one stopping, why is no one noticing? Some people have fled, but the police on the far corner just watch quietly. Oh. John’s world owns them too. Great.

He looks back at her, reads her concern, and smiles encouragingly. “I’m okay.” It takes all her restraint to avoid stepping up to him to check his cuts for fragments of glass, but he motions them onwards.

Down an escalator, into the station. The next one, she does see. A woman playing violin for tips follows him with her eyes as they pass, and Helen sees her pull a gun from some concealed place inside it. John is several paces out in front of her and not looking back. Helen steps between them, and the shot hits her own chest. John’s rage and her own surge through her at the same time as he looks over his shoulder and sees them staring each other down.

Then he's rushing her. The woman starts firing, trying to take him down before it’s too late, but hits nothing except Helen and his body armor, and why couldn’t he have stayed back, just stay back… Panic. The woman is kicking him and striking him, and Helen sees before he does that his bulletproof jacket is lifted when he raises his arms, exposing the soft underbelly of the beast where nothing but a paper-thin dress shirt separates his flesh from the bullets. The nose of the gun presses straight into his torso and fires.

Helen screams, not the high-pitched horror flick scream that one might expect to emit when seeing a lover shot, but an echo of his own yelp of pain, mixed with something impotently enraged. A roar, directed at the woman who just shot her husband. The same cry she sent out helplessly in the void as she watched him fight, unable to come to his aid. And she dragged herself so far, came back to him, but here she is still unable to come to his aid. Why...

The woman is already on the floor, her limbs and neck snapped. John is doubled over, clutching his abdomen, but he doesn’t stop moving.

She follows him as he stumbles against the wall and around a corner, supporting himself against the sleek, glowing glass of the station’s modern architecture. He’s silhouetted on white and leaving long, horrific red smears in his wake. He’s keeping pressure on the wound with one hand at any given time but trying to stem the bleeding is an utterly futile endeavor. Helen steps out in front of him to see red blooming across the fabric and soaking his fingers. He dares to look down at himself. She can feel wooziness pass over him at the sight.

Desperately, “Jonathan. May I please help you walk?”

“No. It’s not over.” He staggers away from the wall, demonstrating that he can support his own weight.

She drops back behind him again, her eyes pricked with tears, walking close enough now to catch him if he falls.

He was right, it’s not over. Someone’s tailing them, keeps looking at John and then back at his phone, presumably texting someone else. Before she realizes what’s happening, they’re closed in between two men, both well dressed, one walking behind them and one in front of the rest area at a coffee bar. John spots the one at the bar and lunges for him. Good, now there’s distance between him and the man behind them, and Helen occupies it.

The man notices her blocking his path and starts shooting. She turns to face him. Behind her, she can hear and feel the scuffle as John’s assailant grabs at the bullet wound to try to inflict as much pain as possible, but he’s only sending more and more adrenaline into John’s system.

She doesn’t really know what to do when she reaches the other hitman. She swings at him in a general way but feels her forearm immediately intercepted, and she’s flung to the ground with his knee over her neck. He’s trying to snap it and unable to figure out why it’s not working. Her face is pressed against grimy subway tile. It’s not clear how she was flipped, or how she could stop it next time. It doesn’t matter. He thinks he’s killing her, and that will keep him distracted from his target.

She looks up at John, just in time to see him grab a pencil from the coffee bar where the man sat writing just a few minutes ago. He plunges it into the man’s hand and then his face, then shoves his head against the table and drives it through. He’s showing off for her.

And then he sees her pinned and he’s done showing off. He yanks the man off her back, slams him to the wall, and stabs the pencil directly through the back of his skull.

For a second, he’s leaning against the wall, the pencil a bloody stump in his hand, then he pulls her up and they’re off again.

They walk. A subway ride, a transfer. Across a crowded fountain square, the moonless, starless city sky gaping black above them, every eye seeming to follow them. He’s tired and scared. He’s lost so much blood. God, she wants to hold him.

Waiting at the next platform, they’re attacked again. In the empty corridor of wind between two passing trains, he shoots one man and knifes the other, first with a shocking spray of red from the thigh and then on the tile, wrestling with him, pressing fiercely down into his chest and then collapsing on top of him for a moment. She almost reaches for him, but he manages to stand, and they board the train in silence.

She faces him, each of them holding onto the bar above them, pressed in among strangers, and stares into his eyes. Her free hand hovers at his torso, almost touching the blood but holding back in respect of his request – “don’t touch me.” His jaw is clenched, trying not to express the pain to her. Now that he doesn’t have a fight to focus on, there’s something icy and empty surfacing. He’s going into shock.

He realizes something. “Can you feel my body too? All the time? Or just emotions?”

This is a bad time for this conversation. “…Not all the time, just when it’s significant enough. And I’m not hurt. It’s not like that. It’s secondhand.”

He groans wordlessly, overtaken by a wave of guilt that mingles with the shock to make everything fuzzy. He’s shuddering. It’s suddenly so cold and there’s so little blood in his head…The more he fights against it in an effort to save Helen from this feeling, the more his anxiety spikes dizzyingly. He wants to lay down somewhere soft and just die.

“Hey. It’s not a bad thing. You felt me, remember? When we were… So, yes, I do have an awareness of it. But it’s like I told you then, I want all of you. Even the pain. It’s okay.”

Any affection at a moment like this is overwhelming. He’s lost in her acceptance, awed, humbled, just trying not to cry. He lets his awareness of his body recede, his legs go numb. There is no subway around them. There’s only her…and a misty void. He can see it again. He’s close to the other side, and she bridges a gap through which he can see…something.

The subway stops. He still can’t feel his legs.

His voice comes to her soft and strangled, but very controlled. “Helen…Help me.”

Finally. She weaves her arm through his, clasps their hands together, and takes his weight as they move carefully over the gap between the doors and the platform, towards the turnstiles.

But it’s difficult to make out their surroundings. As his precarious condition drags them closer to the veil, things bleed through, the otherworld blurring on top of life. And all around them, there are presences. They aren’t so close to the surface. They don’t have the determination she had. But there’s an opening, and they draw as near as they can, fixed on him. John’s knuckles are white and clammy between her fingers.

Is that a ticket machine, or just a shadow, an absence?

Is that a hitman disguised as a janitor pulling a gun, or is it Viggo’s soul?

Is that the crowd of the night shift commuters, or is it the horde that has already tried and failed to kill the Baba Yaga?

Either way, they are hunted.

Adrenaline hits again and the void recedes. There is a janitor pulling a gun – in fact, there are two. She and John are running, hand in hand.

She’s keeping him upright, following his lead, and he loses their assailants long enough to round a corner into a particularly dingy stretch of the thoroughfare, where a panhandler’s babbling echoes across the concrete and iron. He leans against a metal divider, his possessions heaped up next to him, no different from the down-on-their-luck people to be found in every subway station of every city in the world. But she recognizes the code phrase. “Things you see, things you see at night, man…” He’s saying it over and over. She staggers towards him as a beacon of safety, taking John with her.

He still has enough strength to let a gold coin fall into in the man’s cup. The babbling goes silent, and he’s looking up at them. For a second, Helen is afraid they have the wrong person, or that John is going to pass out before he’s able to explain what they need. Finally, he grunts, “Take us to him. Tell him it’s John Wick…and his wife.”

Then he drops to the ground next to that heaped up pile of belongings, and drags one of the blankets over himself. Helen knows it’s purely to hide his body from view, but the sheer vulnerability of the gesture sends her reeling with protectiveness. Clearly, he needed it. He is so grateful to be laying down, to have something shielding his body from the air that feels so inexplicably frigid. It will not do at all for him to be face down on the cold floor. She kneels beside him, pulling his head into her lap, and drags a second blanket over them both. It creates a warm pocket of dulled sound, filled up with his shallow breathing. He shivers against her as shock claims him completely. In darkness, in that hidden fragment of safety, she bends forward, wrapping his whole head in her bulletproof body, enveloping him in a comforting shield. Is that the haunted otherworld around them, or the bustle of the living? It makes no difference. She will defend him either way.

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wintergojo · 3 years

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heyy! i love your work! can ya please make a high school fluff of gojo and his childhood sweetheart? where they're like bsfs and later more than that?

hello! thank you for reading my work. i'm happy u love them <33 but ur pfp + name omg (i'm an army too hehe) sorry this took kinda long. i legit blanked out for a whole day when i saw ur ask i couldn’t think of anything lol. non-established relationship is unexplored territory for me 😭 (but i had fun writing this! child & teenage gojo is so endearing to write 🥺) i think the fluff part got kinda bonky though? and this is waaay longer than i planned

also i'm not really taking requests but… well…

ever since we were kids, baby (gojo satoru x gn!reader)

Tags: fluff, slow burn, strangers to friends, childhood friends to lovers, child gojo, high school gojo, college gojo, slight age gap (2 years), mutual pining (ig?), mentions of adoption, cursee, fire, kissing, some curse words?

Word count: 4.6k (what happened)

navi

you met him in spring, a month before the new school year started. you were only six years old yet people have always said that you “matured” too early and “closed off” too early for your age. even your parents, who always had a creepy stuffed toy perched on their shoulder, told you that you’ve changed when you turned five and started asking why they have those ugly toys with them when there were none.

in that same month, you found out that the gross creatures you’ve been seeing latched onto your parents were “curses” and that you can see them because you have something called “cursed energy”. it also turned out that what you used to get rid of those “curses” on your mother’s shoulder is a “cursed technique”.

you wish they had told you earlier, when your parents weren't batshit terrified of you and when you haven't set one of them on black flames, which, you also found out, could only be extinguished with your touch no matter how many gallons of water you pour.

your mother and father were so traumatized by the incident that when some middle-aged men dressed in obviously expensive kimonos knocked on your door and told your parents they'd take you in exchange for money, they agreed without second thoughts.

"we're messengers from the gojo family," they had said when your parents opened the door. no greeting, no salutations, just straight into business. "we're here to make an agreement with you in exchange for your child."

you, obviously, were highly against it. you even cried and begged not to be sold to some strange men you've never even once heard of. and even promised to not use whatever that ability was again. your plea fell on deaf ears as your parents immediately agreed to go to kyoto to further discuss your illegal adoption.

they brought you to some traditional japanese compound, one you've only seen on television. you could tell the moment you arrived that whatever family lived there was filthy rich. they had maids who greeted the men you came with a 90-degree bow and a separate set of maids who directed your party into the supposed meeting room.

you weren't allowed inside while they were discussing the terms and whatnot of your adoption, which really is making you one of their servants, so you resorted to waiting at the yard in front of the engawa and admiring the small pond nearby.

then you encountered what you then knew was a curse.

gojo satoru, aged seven turning eight, was walking with his personal servants to their dojo when he decided he'd skip that day's training and run off wherever his feet take him.

and it took him to you.

he was just passing by the area he knew a meeting was happening when he saw you, a fellow child, standing face to face with a two-meter tarantula-like curse, so he decided to observe.

judging from the amount of cursed energy he could feel it emanated, it's a grade 3. pretty easy to get rid of for the bearer of six eyes, but not for some normal child.

he wasn't sure you could see it in the first place, but judging by how blankly you were staring at the curse's five little red eyes, you could.

minutes passed yet neither you nor the curse did anything, so he got bored and was about to leave you on your own when the overgrown spider suddenly hissed. your reaction was immediate and in less than a second, the curse was covered in black flames right after you pointed your index finger at it.

gojo watched the curse groan and wallow in pain while desperately shooting out webs that dissipate in milliseconds due to whatever you did. you stood in your place, unmoving, just staring at the curse until it turned into purple dust that instantly disappeared.

"wow! you exorcised it!" he exclaimed, hopping towards you while giving you a slow clap.

you turned your head towards him and narrowed your eyes. "who are you?"

ooh, you seemed frisky. he liked that. he was tired of people bending down upon seeing him only because he had that cursed (literally) technique.

he grinned, then clasped his hands behind his back. "i'm gojo satoru! what about you?"

your eyes widened, gojo satoru? he must be one of the people you would serve then. you bowed your head, already aware that servants like you shouldn't look your masters in the eye.

"i'm just a servant."

your voice was still bold, confident, even though you were looking at his feet instead of his face. you then nodded your head in an attempt to bow, "if you'll excuse me."

gojo's grin widened as you started to turn around and walk away from him. you had nowhere to go since the yard was enclosed in shoji doors that only had access outside if you went into one of them, but you still continued with the hopes of sending him a clear message that you didn't want to talk to him and you'd like to be alone.

clearly he didn't get that, as you heard a "wait!" and footsteps running after you. he was walking beside you within seconds, hands clasped at the back of his head.

"you're a liar. anyone who has cursed technique like you won't be a servant here, ya know."

you continued walking, looking forward instead of bowing down or turning to him. "i am an exception, it seems."

he hummed then tilted his head to get his face on the same level as yours. he then stared at you—your eyes—and started rocking back and forth on the sole of his feet. "you're not lying?"

you stopped and decided to look him straight in the eye, momentarily getting distracted by the most gorgeous pair of irises you had ever seen as you looked at him incredulously. "why would i lie?" you irritatingly asked.

he hummed again, although that time it was to indicate he was thinking. he seemed to not notice you were starting to get annoyed (or maybe he did, he was just ignoring it) as he ran his eyes up and down your figure. "hmm… someone like you who can exorcise curses easily shouldn't be a servant though. don't you want to be a sorcerer?"

sorcerer. that was the first time since the whole ordeal happened that someone asked you for what you wanted, instead of just deciding for you.

you formed your lips into a slight smile, eyes gleaming with sadness. don’t you want to be a sorcerer?

“i will be sold off to your clan, what i want doesn’t matter.”

he pressed his face closer to yours, your noses almost touching. the boy obviously doesn’t respect personal space, so you did both yourselves a favor and stepped backward. “but do you?” he repeated.

you sighed, lower lips slightly jutting out to form a pout, irritation slowly getting replaced with forlornness. “...i do...” you whisper, suddenly feeling too vulnerable in front of the gojo child.

his face instantly lit up upon hearing your answer, lips forming into a grin and feet taking one step behind. “i knew it! your family’s meeting with the elders there, right?” his voice became too cheerful for your liking as he pointed to where your parents currently were.

“how do you know that?”

gojo didn’t answer your question, he just placed both of his hands on your shoulder as he gave you an even wider grin, “then leave it to me!” he enthusiastically exclaimed before dashing off and uncremoniously opening the meeting room’s shoji as he shouted something you couldn’t make out.

you were glued to your spot, eyes wide and frozen over what the boy had just done.

you would later find out that the bastard talked (more like commanded and blackmailed) to the elders into making you his courtier (like he’s some royal king) and his own personal assistant. you would also later find out that apparently, he’s the most important member of their clan which is why those people, despite being decades older than him, caved into his desire although they were obviously against it.

from that day, you had to stick by gojo’s side and wait for whatever he commands even though you were younger and far less experienced than him.

but instead of being sent for errands or asked for help, all you received were some orders on “be my opponent for this game!” or “be my sparring partner” and “join me in eating!” or “taste this, it’s good!” as he shoved a spoonful of whatever sweet food he was eating into your mouth.

he was never rude or cruel to you like he sometimes was to his real maids. and he treated you more like a friend than what your role really was.

it got worse (or better?) when you had to transfer to his elementary school and the two of you started being schoolmates. gojo naturally got along with everyone, but he didn’t have anyone he would consider his permanent friend or best friend.

(that’s because he had you) and that’s where you come in. during the 20-minute recess, he would go to your classroom and drag you outside into one of the benches to eat both of your snacks together. sometimes he tells you what activities he planned on doing with you when classes end, and sometimes the two of you just ate in peace (it still surprises you when he shuts his mouth) while enjoying the breeze and the fallen sakura petals swaying in the wind.

by the fifth grade of elementary school, you somehow stopped being his courtier and turned into a full-time friend he pestered 24/7 (not like he wasn’t doing that before). you think it had something to do with him going to middle school and being in a whole different institution as you, so he made sure the driver picked him up first during dismissal before you even though yours was a few minutes earlier than him in order to ride home with you in the car.

it didn’t help that your quarters in the gojo compound was right next to his (again, demanded by him) so oftentimes, he sneaked into your room and woke you up for a convenience store ice cream run as if the compound didn’t have a whole fridge of that dessert in much higher quality. you were always irritable whenever you got woken up in the middle of the night, and though gojo was still technically someone you served, he was not exempted from your attitude which he would always brush off.

you never admitted it, but you were happy he was always there to keep you company even if at first it was in the guise of being his assistant. you would also never admit it, but you felt lonely when he left you in elementary school while he was in middle school. most especially when he had to live at tokyo jujutsu high while you were in middle school and still living at the compound.

you initially planned to leave the estate and find somewhere else to live in despite being underage when he enrolled in jujutsu tech, because he wasn’t there for you to “serve” anymore. but of course, gojo being gojo, told you to live with him in his dorm instead if you so badly wanted to be with him.

of course you didn’t agree. tokyo was way too far from where you were studying in kyoto for a regular commute. besides, the school does not allow that. neither did the gojo elders (but he didn’t really care about that).

“i’ll be off then!” he cheerfully stated as the boarding announcement reverberated through the airport. you nodded, rummaging through your small sling bag before handing him a black rectangle box. he stared at it for a second before excitedly grabbing it from you and inspecting the packaging.

“it’s my farewell gift,” you explained. your voice was slightly softer than usual. whether it was because he was about to go or because you feel nervous he’s not going to like the gift, you weren’t sure.

“i can’t believe you got me a gift! i’ll open it now, okay?”

your eyes widened, “no! at least wait until—” you stopped when you saw him take the item out of the box and immediately wore it over his eyes, “...you get to the plane…” you continued silently.

he happily hummed, looking around the surroundings with the round sunglasses now perched on his ears. you thought it looked better on him than you imagined.

grinning, he asked, “this is really nice. but why did you decide to give me a sun—”

“you’ll be late, gojo. you really should get going now.” you cut him off, knowing the conversation would turn longer if you entertained the question.

he pouted, huffing as he closed the box and placed it on the pocket of his khaki shorts, “fine. but i’ll call you as soon as i arrive and you'll tell me the details!”

you gave him a teasing smile as you waved him goodbye, watching gojo disappear into the gates still giving you a pout to indicate he was sulking.

he never removed the sunglasses.

and now you’re finally in high school together.

gojo had to deal with the 2-year torture and deprivation of not seeing you every day so he was really delighted when you told him over the phone that you were choosing tokyo jujutsu high instead of kyoto for high school, even though the latter was nearer in the estate. and when you finally met suguru and shoko who he always talked about, he was ecstatic.

safe to say, in every part of gojo’s life, you were there.

and he doesn’t really care what the two of you become in the future, he just wants you, his friend for a decade, to still be with him just like you are right now.

“i’m back! did you miss me?”

you stopped blowing on your late-night freshly made cup ramen, turning around to see a six-foot man standing behind you.

“gojo! how was the mission?”

the man groans before removing his sunglasses and plopping down beside you, resting his head on the table and mindlessly looking at the moisture forming around your noodles. “meh. same old, same old.”

you’re at the school’s dining hall after waking up hungry at 12:00 a.m. luckily, the pantry had lots of food to choose from but you were specifically craving some spicy seafood ramen.

“was it a special grade again?” you asked, humming in delight when the tiniest hint of shrimp touched your taste buds.

he watched you happily close your eyes, wondering how you could eat something so heavy in the middle of the night. “yep, nothing special. just a flick of my finger then bam! it’s gone.”

you chuckled, “okay, weirdo.”

“and you? how was your day?”

you stopped shoving food in your mouth for a moment, thinking back to your day. “trained with nanami-senpai and ijichi, apart from that nothing much really happened.”

“mhmm, sounds boring.”

you finally looked at him, albeit to give him a glare. “it was fun!” you exclaim too defensively.

he smirks, happy he got your attention. “as fun as when we spar?”

you huffed before going back to eating your food, “it’s not exactly fun getting tossed around 98% of the time. at least with both of them i actually have a chance to win.”

the white-haired teen's smirk widens, “yeah, that’s because they’re weak, ijichi especially.”

you rolled your eyes, taking offense to his words. “you’re being rude,” you sipped on your tea, “besides, ijichi isn’t really planning on becoming a sorcerer. he just wants to get some training and experience to be a window.”

you couldn’t see it since you were too focused on your half-eaten cup noodles, but your friend’s eyebrows rose as he tilts his glasses down his nose. “hmm? and why do you know that? you been spendin’ time with him?”

you rolled your eyes again, briefly thinking how gojo’s extremely smart but can be really dumb sometimes. “i mean he’s my only classmate, of course i’m spending time with him.”

gojo ignored the little pang he felt in his chest, opting to raise his head instead and grab your yunomi to take a sip on it. his face instantly contorts. “blegh! your drink sucks. wanna go get ice cream?”

“sure. there’s tons of flavors in the fridge.”

he whines like the manchild that he is, slowly standing up and putting his sunglasses on. “don’t want those, they’re old.”

you look at him blankly as you tilt your head to the side. he thinks you look cute. “i don’t think they’re expired though?”

he paid no mind to your statement as he drags you up by the arm to begin walking towards the door, “just come with me! it’ll be for old time’s sake!”

“old time's sake? are we going to 7-eleven again? we just went there last night!” you groaned, but still came with him.

gojo called your name, each hand holding two different types of ice cream. “what do you think i should buy?”

you stared at him before closing your side of the ice cream freezer, “just buy them all. you always come back for another one anyways.”

“but they’re gonna melt!”

“gojo, it’s winter. it’s literally three degrees outside. they’re not gonna melt. we shouldn’t be eating ice cream in this weather in the first place.”

he shrugs, putting the four ice creams in the handbasket. “meh. i’m warm with my infinity.”

“well i’m cold.”

he flashes you a toothy smile. “i’ll just keep you warm then! i’ll hug you while eating ice cream.”

you scrunch your face, seemingly disgusted by the idea. “gross. i don’t want to get your cooties. can’t you just expand your infinity so it reaches me?”

he shakes his head, “nope, tried that yesterday. didn’t work, remember?”

“maybe it’s going to work now.”

he dejectedly pouts, “aww come on. you don’t want my hugs?”

you throw him the ice cream of your choice and he catches it automatically. “no, thank you,” you answer before turning your back to him and walking away, “i’m going to get some bread! you like chigiri pan, right?”

you left without waiting for his reply as you know it’s right anyway. years of friendship really do wonders, gojo thinks.

the both of you went into the convenience store’s parking lot to eat even though it’s freezing outside and there’s plenty of empty tables inside the store (what with how late it is). you’re sitting on the elevated ground while gojo chose to sit on the parking lot bump in front of you. you’re shivering, considering how the inconsiderate prick did not even let you dress in warm clothes earlier—you’re just wearing your hoodie. you suddenly miss the hot tea you were drinking earlier.

“do we really have to eat outside? i’m freezing,” you ask, licking your suika bar in the process. you’re pretty sure the two of you look like high school delinquents eating ice cream in the middle of winter to passersby, when in fact the two of you have excellent moral records in your old schools.

the man in front of you takes a bite on his yukimi daifuku, closing his eyes in delight over the flavor before responding, “it’s not snowing.”

“doesn’t mean it’s not cold! it doesn’t help that i’m eating something cold either.”

he shoves the whole mochi ice cream in his mouth as he thinks. then all of a sudden, you feel warm. the cold breeze constantly hitting your face was replaced with a hot fan of breath, and the empty feeling around your body was replaced with something hard.

gojo had moved right next to you and had his right arm wrapped around your shoulder. your bodies now pressed together.

your eyes widen upon realizing the situation, blinking repeatedly before facing him.

“gojo!” you exclaim, eyes glinting with excitement. the man hangs onto your words, silently anticipating what you would say next. “you can expand your infinity now!”

he internally sulks, feeling a tad disappointed that that was what you noticed.

even so, he tries giving you a grin as he forces his voice to appear cheerful, “i do! and i did it for you! aren’t you grateful to me, the mighty gojo satoru?”

you scoffed, looking at him smugly as you bantered. “i think you should be grateful to me, i’m the reason why after all.”

he clicks his tongue in response before pulling you closer and opening his second ice cream, häagen-dazs. you do the same, although this time you were enjoying your watermelon popsicle now that everything was warmer inside gojo’s (and yours’) infinity.

you’re trying to act cool and nonchalant, but deep inside your heart is thrumming against your chest and you feel your palms starting to get sweaty. you could only hope he doesn’t feel nor hear it, especially with how little the distance is between the two of you and how you’re literally enclosed in a bubble-like environment with him.

and he doesn't. the man next to you is too focused on indulging in the warmth you're providing, as well as on regulating his own heart that's beating way too fast for his liking.

he's always been really touchy with you (with anyone, actually) and has been since you were kids. but this is the first time he's gotten this close to you and felt your skin in two years after learning how to involuntarily activate his infinity.

he's quite sure this is also the first time he had to turn it off, and it was all to make you warm, he thinks.

"you're going off to college, huh? must be nice."

the two of you are eating lunch at mcdonald's, celebrating gojo's graduation from jujutsu tech.

he dips his plain fry in his sundae and puts it in front of your face. you eat it.

"eh, i'll be with normal people doing normal things. it won't be fun."

you take a bite out of your own teriyaki burger, chewing and swallowing before answering, "i mean, did you really have to choose religious culture as your bachelor? i know you're planning on teaching at the school afterward but that's not really like you."

he mindlessly plays with his oreo mcflurry, scooping some out but never putting it in his mouth. "what would you rather i take then?"

you snatch the spoon out from his hands and he protests with a hey! as you eat the dessert. "i don't know, environmental science or something? you've always been so passionate and concerned about global warming since elementary school."

gojo takes the plastic spoon out of your hand, grumbling how climate change is a serious problem and humans need to stop polluting the earth. he internally smiles as he remembers how he used to babble about the topic every time the both of you are on the car ride home even though it seemed like you didn't really listen. (now he knows you did).

"it's a little sad though," you start again, "we just got to high school together and now you would be leaving again."

he tilts his sunglasses down and waved his eyebrows at you teasingly, "oh? what's this? you don't wanna be away from me?"

you scoff, "as if. i've gotten sick of you after all these years. it's about time, right?" you proudly say, but there's a glint of sadness in your eyes gojo's all too familiar with. it's the same gleam he saw when he first asked whether you wanted to be a sorcerer, and it's the same gleam he saw when he had to leave you for middle school, high school, and now, college.

"hmm… i don't wanna be away from you though," he whispers.

you didn't hear what he said, so you leaned closer, "what?"

he looks at you dead in the eye, ocean orbs full of seriousness unlike anything you've seen before. you feel like he's staring straight into your soul.

"i wanna be with you. live with me."

"...is that an order?"

you flinch as you feel something cold touch your forehead. you glared at the man currently wearing a wide grin and standing in front of you as he hands you a bottled tea. "what's gotten you so quiet?" gojo asks.

you take the drink from him, uncapping its cap and taking a sip from it. "nothing~" you gleefully respond before turning back to the report on your laptop.

he narrows his eyes, still standing in front of your face. "you were thinking of me, weren't you?"

"don't flatter yourself, why would i?"

"because you missed your lovely boyfriend! what else?" he confidently exclaims before plopping down beside you on the couch and kissing your cheek.

scrunching your nose, you retort as you feel him place his chin on your shoulder, "you've been away for one minute."

"mhmm. so what were you thinking about?"

"i told you it's nothing."

you feel him pout. "aw come on! you can tell me anything! is it about that person from the business department hitting on you? i'll kick their ass!"

you rolled your eyes. "no. shoving your tongue down my throat right in front of them really helped." you feel your face heat up at the memory, still feeling sorry for the person that became your lover's object of hatred.

you hear him huff, his hot breath reaching your ear. "of course, had to show who you've belonged to for fourteen years."

that made you snap your attention to him, your face turning which caused him to move away. you raised your left eyebrow, "fourteen years? it's only been four years, you ass."

he condescendingly nods, "yep. four years since you confessed and fourteen years since you fell in love with me."

"more like four years since you got rejected after asking me to live with you and fourteen years since you fell in love with me at first sight."

he gives you a pout as you give him a smirk and continue talking, "so much so that you asked your elders for some way to be with me 24/7."

he lets out a dramatic sigh of defeat. he'll never really beat you on your banters, would he?

"alright, i lose. can i have my kisses now?"

you turn your head back to your laptop. "no, go away. you're disturbing me."

still pouting, he leans in and looks at what you've been so busy doing. "it's an essay about urban ecology, right? i can help you later, just give your baby his kisses now."

he didn't wait for you to respond as he forcefully closes the laptop on your lap. he heard you gasp and knew you were about to scold him when he suddenly teleported and pinned you onto your bed.

his hands immediately flew to your waist as he started tickling you while kissing you all over. you started laughing uncontrollably, as shouts of gojo satoru! reverberates over the room.

he continued assaulting your neck and face with his lips until you eventually started fighting back and tried to put your hands on his hips to do the same.

who would've thought? that the ability and job you considered as a curse (figuratively) fourteen years ago would lead you to the man who would become your master, friend, best friend, and eventually, the only man you would ever love. the only man who has loved you and owned your heart for as long as you could both remember.

Ps. Listen, I knew this would be longer than 1k, but I didn’t expect it would be surpass 3k words shgisohgosh I can’t believe this

Thank you so much for reading! Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated! 😙😙

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sunisglowing · 2 years

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ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴏʟᴀʀ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ?

Pile 1

Hi there Pile 1, so I'm seeing that you have been hurt by some friendship/s in your recent past. Some of you are worried about financial and you feel really alone right now. Someone may have betrayed your trust. I'm mostly seeing friendships/ friend circles here.. you might have felt trapped and they failed to recognize your beauty and your worthy. These might have been friends that really put you down... mostly because they were insecure themselves so they could really understand why you were so happy and content with yourself.

You will go through a period of social isolation I see which is good. You will be clearing out all the leeches in your life, specially regarding your friendships. You will start see how they manipulated you abd made you feel helpless and trapped. There will be a transformation occurring in your social life. You will go through a period of diving deep in your emotions and looking at the depth of things. Some secrets will be revealed to you that you didn't realize or knew before. This will help you have better judgment and decision making for the future. You will learn to draw a line and understand boundaries this Eclipse season in a healthy way!! This is a significant change in your life and it will help you understand yourself better and you will see your own flaws and mistakes and your shadow side which is beautiful!!

I hope this Eclipse Season brings the necessary changes and lessons that are needed in your life and hope you have strength and courage to go through those lessons!! Happy New Moon Solar Eclipse!!🧡

Pile 2

This energy is so beautiful!! Hi there Pile 2!! So what I'm seeing is that you will be starting a new course or learning something new!! You creating new structures in your life and it is something you are passionate about!! You have been nurturing something for a very long time and something that makes you really happy. Okay for some of you, I see a pregnancy here!! Maybe some of you will be getting that new this season or you are expecting a baby this month!! Anyways this will make you so happy and joy!! I'm sensing so much happiness and joy coming in Pile 3s life!! I'm so happy rn!!

Now for the others of you, maybe this is a creative endeavor or something creative that will blow up and be really admired by the people around you!! There is so much passion and inspiration. You will somehow inspire others around you will your creation. Maybe you will get accepted into a creative course or college!! I see all positive signs here so don't worry if I don't point something out that you are thinking similarly about. It is most probably a yes!! This is something you care about a lot or you have nurtured for a very long time!! You will be marching to the beat of your own drum and will light others around you too with that burning fire inside you!! I hope this Eclipse season brings you the best of opportunities, luck and happiness!! Happy New Moon Solar Eclipse!!🧡

Pile 3

You will be or you might have started on a new journey. I sense a lot of students on this pile (ofcourse there's no age limit to that). Maybe you are enhancing and building up your skills. I sense a lot if insecurities regarding to your finances that's really affecting your choices and where you are currently or will be going. I see a lot of confusion here and Indecisiveness. You need to shut the noise of the world and you need to put your mind to rest. Wherever you are headed to, you are going in the right direction so stop doubting your skills and abilities!!

If you feel confused about your choice, you need to remember that any path you choose needs patience and consistency. You won't get instant results. Even BTS didn't get that. I said that because they came through my mind. Just choose something and then make a plan. And then slowly and consistently ACT ON IT. Maybe go out to travel somewhere to clear your head. You need some Positivity and freshness. Maybe travel near a lake or something. You need to have faith in yourself. This is really important. Your faith is being tested rn!! I hope this helps you Pile 3!! Happy New Moon Solar Eclipse!!🧡

Pile 4

So first of I want you all to know that you all are intuitive and it's like.. You know, you know?? So this is very specific that coming out. This is relating to a past connection. This could be friendship or romantic. I see that you need to stand your ground and communicate yourself properly. It's either an old relationship or someone you kind grew up with. This could be from early childhood or till say more than 2-3 years of a relationship. What I'm sensing is that you need to stand in your power and communicate your properly and clearly. Make good choices of words and be very careful with them.

I think you have been carrying a lot of this person's burdens that are not yours to carry in the first place. Or it maybe that this person NOW feels like a burden. Well that was harsh of me to say but I'm sorry!! You feel a lot pressure and exhaustion in this connection!! But the strength card didn't come out for no reason!! You have a big heart so it's time to take a step and so many more steps back till you can't see this person again!! Pour your heart to yourself!! You deserve your heart and your compassion ❤ be brave enough to wake away that is not making feel good!! I hope you stand up for yourself Pile 4!! Hope you have strength and love for yourself that you so legally deserve!! Happy New Moon Solar Eclipse!!🧡

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Running Away With You

*Image Credits to rightful owners*

Bang Chan x reader; non idol AU; established relationship; fluff; midly suggestive at places

Word Count: 4.25k

A/N: A huge thank you to @youn9racha, for this super cute request. I am as much a sucker for road trips as I am for Chan, so I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you like it as much as I did.

"Do you ever just want to pack your bags and run away in the night, without telling anyone?," you ask your boyfriend, Chan, as you both lay in bed one night. "That's an interesting question," he says, playing with your hair, "Though first I'd like to know what made you think of that." "Pfft. It's nothing too complex, Christopher. It's just a random thought that popped into my head," you say, while rolling your eyes at his inquisitive nature.

"Y/N, I know you, and I can sense that you've got something bothering that pretty head of yours, and making you want to run away. So tell me, what is it?," Chan speaks in a soothing tone, making you snuggle into his chest even more, while letting out a sigh. "It's just, work has been so crazy these past few days, and the pressures of the real world are getting to me. You remember when we were back in college? Whenever things got too hard, we used to go on road trips to clear our heads. Even a couple days away from the harsh real life were enough to rejuvenate us. I guess I just miss those times, now that real life responsibilities are wearing us down."

Once you're done with your little rant, Chan pulls your head up a little, making you look at him. He softly says, "Aww baby, I'm so sorry I didn't realize you've been struggling these past few days. I guess I've been too busy with my own work tonoticee. I know we're no longer in college, but I promise to you, that whenever the going gets tough, I'll do everything in my ability to help your through." "I know Channie, I know. I have you, and it's more than enough."

You give in to sleep after a while, and so, you fail to notice that Chan takes a little longer to fall asleep that night. He keeps thinking back on what you said earlier, carrying out an internal debate with himself. "Y/N is right. Work and responsibilities have taken a toll on us, and a road trip may be just what we need. But can we really afford to just 'run away?' There are too many projects, too many commitments. And we owe it to our colleagues to tell them that we will be away for a few days," he thinks to himself, before slowly drifting off to dreamland.

The next morning brings with itself a fresh hustle, but your face doesn't betray any sign of the frustrations you let come to the surface last night. But Chan knows better, and, seeing his reflection while getting ready for work, he realizes that his own expression mirrors yours. A thin veil to hide the fact that it's getting too much. At his office that day, he can't seem to focus on his work, since his mind keeps drifting back to your words. By the time the evening rolls around, he has made up his mind. He's going to run away with you, for a week anyway.

But a road trip needs some planning, and Chan wants this vacation to be the perfect little surprise for you. So, on his way home, he stops by at the convenience store to buy some essentials. Instant noodles, a few bottles of beer, disposable utensils, rental DVDs, he collects quite a few things, being reminded of your college days with each item he adds to his cart. In a moment of impulse, he even purchases a tent fit for two, and once he's done shopping, he hides everything in the boot of his car. You don't need to know of his plan, yet.

The following day, he leaves his office early, calling in a week's leave of absence due to some made-up reason. Instead of going home, he first drops by at your office. Not to meet you, but to get a similar application for leave approved on your behalf.

He finally heads back home to pack and ready a couple of things for your trip. "Y/N wanted to run away in the middle of the night, and that is what we'll do," he smiles to himself. When you come home, he remains tight-lipped about his little surprise for you, even though his excitement is trying to get the best of him.

Once the clock strikes twelve, he brings you out to his car, without telling you the reason. "Just please, come on! Don't you trust me?," he says, pouting. On his way out of the house, he picks up your phone from the couch, along the house keys. You don't notice this, however, as you're busy pestering him with questions. "Chan, why are we going out so late at night? What's going on? Tell me!" "You wanted to run away, right? Well, how about running away...... to the convenience store?," he smiles cheekily, making you giggle. "Gosh you're such a cheesy idiot," you say, getting into the car, still blissfully unaware of his intentions.

"Yeah, but I'm your cheesy idiot," he laughs, pressing his foot on the accelerator.

It doesn't take you long to realize that instead of driving over to the 24/7 close to your house, Chan has pulled onto the highway. You turn to look at him, only to see him smiling brightly, his eyes trained ahead. "Chan, what are you doing?," you ask, though feel like you already know the answer. "Running away with you," he says, taking your hand in his his, and bringing it up to his lips.

"What? But that was just a random rant! And what about work? We can't just disappear like that," you exclaim, to which, he only replies by giving you a knowing look. "Let me guess, you already informed our offices?" "Yes, and no," he quips. When you look at him quizzically, he elaborates, "I submitted applications for leave, making up some random excuse. So we have a whole week to ourselves." "But, what about essentials and supplies? We don't have anything to eat," you try to reason. He counters, "Babe, I've been planning this for two days, and I already stocked up on all our favourite snacks, drinks, and movies. I even got us a tent for days we want to sleep out in the open. I've got it all set, so don't you worry. The only thing I need you to do is to promise me that for the next seven days, you won't check your phone. I've already downloaded tons of songs and created at least 20 different playlists. You won't be getting any work-related messages, since I've taken care of that as well, and for directions, we'll take the traditional way, and ask around."

"Directions? Where exactly are we going anyway?," is your next question. To your surprise, he simply shrugs, before telling you that he doesn't have any specific place in mind. "Let's just wander away, going wherever the road takes us," he says, rather poetically, to which, you can't help but laugh. You then let out a soft sigh, making him look at you. "Sounds like a plan to me. Chan and Y/N, running away together, with no destination in mind," you smile, before reaching over and kissing his cheek.

"Let's play some music, shall we?," you ask, before hitting shuffle on the first playlist that pops up on your phone. You both settle in a comfortable silence, and soon enough, you begin to get drowsy. Chan notices this, and tells you to rest your eyes for a bit. "Promise to wake me up in like, two hours, so that I can take over the wheel," you yawn. "Okay fine bub, now sleep." Chan continues driving, occasionally stealing glances at your sleeping form. "How did I get so lucky?," he wonders, just like he does every day.

Morning finds you to be the one behind the wheel, as Chan naps contently in the passenger seat. The brightness of the sun finally wakes him up, and he realizes that you've left the highway, and are now driving through what appears to be the countryside. "I wonder where we're headed," he says while yawning. "Well, a signboard I saw earlier told me that we are somewhere in Jeonju," you reply. Instead of words, Chan's reply comes as a grumbling from his stomach. "Hungry," you quip, making him nod his head vigorously. You hit the breaks, before preparing some instant ramen for breakfast.

You eventually continue on your trip, and after a few hours, you find yourself in the midst of traditional Korean buildings, which seem to be from the Joseon dynasty. "Is this perhaps a tourist location?," wonders Chan loudly, making you reply, "Only one way to find out." You both get out of the car and do some asking around. You find out that the place where you houses the residences of the noblemen of old, and has now been converted into a shooting-cum-tourist spot. "Tourists can get traditional hanboks from that store, to complete the experience," an old woman tells you.

You turn to look at Chan, your eyes shining. Twenty minutes later, you exit the store, dresses from head to toe in a light blue hanbok. Chan's eyes nearly pop out when he sees you, and when he tells you the same, you can't help but blush.

You continue to hang around the place little while longer, and have dinner at a small eatery nearby.

"I feel like I'm 20 again. Thank you Channie," you say, holding his hand across the table. "Anything for you love," he winks.

Evening eventually comes around, and you guys hit the road once again. Around dinner time, you notice that you are crossing by a wood and supplies shop, and an idea strikes your mind. "Let's buy some wood and grill our meat!," you say excitedly, making Chan coo at how adorable you are. "Great idea babe. Let me park."

You quickly exit the car and visit the shop to buy some wood, then get started on your mini bonfire. It proves to be more difficult than you had thought, given how inexperienced the both of you are. In the end, you manage to get the fire going enough for the meat to be grilled, and turn around to ask Chan to bring in the eatables, when you see his face. It's completely covered in soot from his failed attempts at lighting the flame, making you double over in laughter. "You look so funny," you say while gasping for air. "Wouldn't be so funny if I got this soot on your face now, will it?," he retorts, coming after you. You try to run, but it's obviously in vain, as Chan grabs hold of you in under a minute. You both laugh harder than you have in months, and when you finally calm down, you give your boyfriend a tight hug. He hugs you back, and whispers, "I love you." "I love you too, Channie," you say, "Now go and get the meat, I'm hungry." "Way to ruin the moment, Y/N," he grumbles as you push him away.

After dinner, you walk up to the shop owner to thank him, and ask his permission to camp nearby. "It rained a few days ago, so the ground is still wet, and will be uncomfortable. But you can rent a room here for the night if you'd like," he offers. "That'll be great sir, thank you for the help." Chan says, coming up behind you. The shop owner gives you the keys to a room, and before leaving, says something that leaves you both red at the ears. "No funny business here, please. I know you both are young, and controlling yourself is hard. But I'd rather you didn't 'play around' unnecessarily on my bed."

You get changed and climb into the bed, snuggling up to each other. "First day down, babe," you smile with your eyes closed. When Chan doesn't reply, you open them, only to find your man staring at you with love in his eyes. "This is pure healing for me, thank you for suggesting this trip, love," he says. You talk about anything and everything for a while, and then suddenly, you feel Chan's soft lips pressing against yours. He gives you a sweet kiss, and pulling away, says, "About what the old man said earlier.....," while smirking. You shove his chest, saying, "We shouldn't," making him pout. "Although, making out doesn't count as 'funny business,' does it?" And that's enough to make him press his lips back to yours, moving so as to hover over you.

You wrap your arms around his back, pulling you closer to him. He licks your lower lip, making you part your lips and allowing his tongue to enter. After a while, you break away, only to grab his T-shirt and take it off his body, before wrapping your hands around his bare back. Needless to say, the two of you didn't get much time to sleep that night.

You get started on your way again the next day, and around mid-day, you see a milestone telling you that you are entering Iksan. The small town seems a lifetime away from your hectic lives in Seoul, and you spend the day going from shop to shop, buying small trinkets and stuff that are reminiscent of the country life. The residents welcome you with open arms, and more than once, you find an old couple telling you how cute you look together.

"He's a keeper, that one. Don't let him go," a lady says to you, pointing at Chan, who can be seen playing with some kids. "I won't," you smile.

That night, you stay over at a family's house, who were nice enough to allow you to sleep on their futon. You have dinner with them, during which the kid's ask Chan, "Are you two married?," making him choke on his food. "I'm sorry for that, they are learning about families and marriage in school these days," says their mother. "It's all right," you smile, "But no, we aren't married." "But do you plan on getting married soon?," the kids persist.

You and Chan look at each other and smile, before saying in unison, "Yes. One day."

The next morning you take the wheel from Chan, and the both of you drive of in silence, as High School Musical plays on your dashboard screen. After a while, you say, "What is it, Channie? You've been staring at me," "It's just that, you seem way too quiet. You've been like that since last night, after dinner," he replies, "What's the matter? Are you okay?" "I'm fine, just been thinking." "About?" "About us," you begin, elaborating when you see him looking at you expectantly. "When those kids asked us if we were married, it got me thinking.....I love being with you, I love waking up next to you. We live together any way, and share all the burdens that come with it too. So I guess...getting married to you wouldn't be so bad after all," you say softly.

"Is this your way of proposing to me?," giggles your boyfriend. "What? No! I mean, I did say it would be nice to get married, but I don't have a ring right now. And I meant it when I said 'one day,' but it's not today," you hurriedly say. Chan bursts out laughing at this, "I know love, I'm not ready yet either. But yes, if I have to get married, I'd rather marry you than anyone else."

Around noon, you decide to set up camp in a forest clearing. It takes you a few hours to get the tent up and ready, as you keep getting delayed because you can't stop fooling around. Amid Chan getting himself wrapped with the tent instead of unwrapping it, and you assembling the rods the wrong way up, you spend some not-so-productive, but enjoyable quality time in each other's presence, something you didn't know you had been craving for.

Evening rolls by, and you have a light dinner with ramen, some roasted chicken, and beer, following which, you lay down on a picnic mat, with your head on Chan's arm. "The stars look so beautiful, don't they Channie?," you softly ask. "Not as beautiful as you," he says cheesily, making you hide your face into his side. "But yeah, you're right. I really wanted to go stargazing with you, but we never got the time," he sighs. "I'm so happy we came on this trip, love." You open your mouth to speak, but just then, you notice a star shooting across the sky. "Channie! Channie get up, it's a shooting star!," you squeal, before closing your eyes and praying. Once you open them, you notice Chan looking at you with a gaze full of love. "Didn't you wish for something?," you ask. "I did," he smiles. "But what about you? What did you wish for?"

"Come closer Mr. Bang, I'm not about to announce my wish to the whole world," you whisper slyly. He leans in closer to you, only to have you say, "You don't tell others what you wished for," before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He smiles into the kiss, before breaking away and hugging you tight.

The next day turns out to be the last before you have to turn back homeward, and so, Chan suggests you make the best of it. "From what I know about the country's geography, we should be close to a beach somewhere here," he says, making you look at him with your eyes shining. "Too bad we're not going to get help from the GPS, but I'm really enjoying the phone detox," you smirk. "Who needs GPS when we've got people? Look there, we're gonna enter a city soon, so let's ask our way around," he replies. An hour and a half later, you come across a milestone that tells you the beach is a mile away. Once there, you look for a deserted spread of sand, keen on not getting stuck in an unnecessary crowd. "We face enough of that in the city, I just want to be alone with you," you whisper, taking his hand in his.

When you finally succeed in finding such a place, Chan giggles, "Good thing I packed our swimming gear as well, right?" "You did well sweetie," you say, booping his nose softly. After getting changed, you spend the next few hours playing in the water. Suddenly, Chan pulls you flush into his chest, and whispers in your ear, "You look so hot wearing that, and with water dripping down your body, I'm really finding it hard to stay away." "Then don't," you say, biting your lip. One thing leads to another, and you're thankful for the changing shack nearby.

By the time the sun starts to set, Chan has pulled you out of the water, and is making you dance with him on the sand, after bringing your phones and portable speaker from the car. Waltzing to the music, you shyly say, "I love you Channie," making him blush and reply with an "I love you too, my cute baby."

After dinner you climb atop the roof of your car, talking about your younger days. "You remember when we got into a huge fight once, back in college? And I was about to break up with you, only to have you whisk me away on a road trip, just like you did this time," you say, laying your head on his shoulder. "It did get you to stick around with me though," he replies, laying his chin on your head. "And you remember how we first met? You spilled your latte all over my T-shirt, and then took me to the infirmary to check for any burns," he reminds you, making you throw your head back in laughter. "You kept whining for a year over how you missed out on being the 'campus heartthrob' because of that incident, when in reality, you still were the most popular freshman," you jab a finger at his chest, smiling.

"Okay, I've got a secret. I wasn't actually sad about the campus heartthrob thing, since I already knew everyone was head over heels for me," he grins, making you punch his arm. "Hey! Let me finish first. I knew everyone loved me, but I only had eyes for you. And whining was just a tactic to get you to feel sorry for me and go on a date with me." You fake gasp at this, exclaiming, "Treachery! And here I thought you were genuinely sulky about that. do you have any idea how guilty I felt that whole year?!" When he simply states at you, unamused, you add through a pout, "I'm planning on revoking your cuddle privileges."

All of a sudden, you realize that Chan is moving over to lay on top of you, trapping you between him and the roof. "You know you can't resist me, babe. So don't even try," he says. "You are right about that," you say, pulling him for a kiss.

You both end up remaining awake till dawn the next day, and decide to start on your journey home around mid-way, after having napped inside the car for a few hours. You get started on your way just after noon, with Chan behind the wheel, and you eating (and feeding him) from a packet of gummy bears in the passenger seat. You re-enter the city you had seen earlier the previous day, and decide to spend some time roaming around. It's a fairly big city, but still much quieter and more peaceful than Seoul. You pass on visiting the mall, reasoning that you do so too frequently back home.

Soon enough though, you come across a store that displays a signboard saying, "Free wine tasting session for couples." You both look at each other, and with a smirk, Chan says what is on your mind. "Can't pass up on sophisticated wine for free now, can we?" You giggle and say, "Nope, absolutely not." And so, in you go. The session proves to be equal parts fun and educational. From the Chardonnay to the Pinot Noir, you go through with the tasting of at least 20 different types of wines. While you actually stick to the literal meaning of the word "tasting," drinking no more than a sip per drink, Chan goes all out, and not too long after, he's totally drunk. "Hey there beautiful, mind telling me your name?," he tries to act smooth with you, making you facepalm as you say, "I still get surprised about how low your alcohol tolerance is for your size," you shake your head.

Once you leave the tasting, half dragging, half carrying a wasted Chan who continuously tries to flirt with you, you decide to take the wheel and hit the road to the outskirts of the city, and cover the remainder of the trip once you're fully sober. When you cross over the city's borders and re-enter the road in the wilderness, you hit the brakes. You let Chan sleep, knowing that waking him up will only give him a hangover. Getting out of the car, you get yourself something to eat from the boot, and once you're full, you snuggle up to him, throwing a blanket over the both of you.

You wake up around nine at night, and as you had predicted, you see Chan holding his head in agony. You nurse him for while, before putting him back to sleep, then continue down the road. You keep sneaking glances at his sleeping form, smiling to yourself when you notice how peaceful he seems, something he hasn't looked like in ages. "We really needed this. Thank you for always knowing what I need, and for always taking care of me. I love you," you thank him silently.

When he finally wakes the next morning, he sees you huddled up in the driver's seat, and he can feel his heart swell with love for you. He gets out of the car, then picks you up and softly places you on the backseat so that you can rest well. Looking at your expression, he can easily see how content and truly happy you are. You are his reason to keep going, and if this little getaway idea of his could help you find your reason to keep going (unbeknownst to him, he himself is your reason to endure too), his heart is at ease. Sure, your week off is going to end soon, but he's positive that you will have rejuvenated yourself and would have gathered enough beautiful memories to last you a while.

Sure, going back to Seoul would mean going back to the hustle and bustle of your lives, but hey, he knows that that you by his side, he'd be ready to run away from home again any day, because his home is with you. But even more than that, he knows that with you by his side, life will be just a tad bit easier. Because you will always be there to remind him of who he was back in college. You will keep the young, carefree boy who loved you to bits, alive in him. And he'll do the same for you. And with that thought, he drives off into the distance, back to where you started from, with a smile on his face.

Because at the end of the day, you both have each other, and that's all that matters.

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 3 years

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Grumpy Softie (Spencer Reid x Reader) Smut

Summary: There are a few sure-fire ways to improve a frustrated doctor’s mood.

AN: This is my fic for @reidgraygubler for @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise fic swap! I hope you enjoy it! Reader is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns. 18+, Minors DNI!

Content Warnings: Grinding, mild choking, mutual masturbation, desk sex.

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Spencer had been cantankerous beyond belief these last few days. His passive aggression seeped through to every action: the harsh clinking of the teaspoon against his coffee mug, the pen scratching against a student’s homework, his brow determined to iron in wrinkles while he read one of many bills.

Mandatory days off from work would have driven him insane were it not for his position at college. Finally, it was Doctor Spencer Reid’s turn to take on the lecture theatre alone, only a hint of nostalgia in his chest for when Gideon was at his side or when he would poke his head around the door with a casefile pressed to his chest. Still wet behind the ears and barely filling out the FBI’s smaller sized vests – let alone the windbreaker.

Now he was leading the class, all eyes on him, and more students were laughing at his jokes.

With a loud sigh, Spencer took off his glasses, leaning back with his fingers rubbing darkness back under his eyes. As if his fractioned sleep schedule wasn’t doing enough of that for him. His desk was weighed heavy under the piles of essays he printed off. He hadn’t moved for three hours and he had no reason to: no classes, he wasn’t hungry nor did he need the toilet. Only one thing could save him from his dismal mood continuing for the rest of the day.

Y/N crawled over his lap with the knowledge that Spencer would not try to push them away. Working his soft spot for them, they settled down upon him and squeezed his shoulders tight.

Blinking against the light, Spencer’s half-closed lids focused on the shadowy face and the left corner of his mouth lifted for them.

“Hey,” He said, his voice low and gravelly.

Y/N leant their nose against his for a second, “Hi.”

“I’m busy, you know?”

“I do. I just missed you.”

“My door is open; you can see me from the couch.”

“Not close enough.”

Prison had done that to the couple. Made them “clingy” despite Spencer’s aversion for touch, but it was understandable. The proxemics between Spencer and Shadow meant nothing but agony if they weren’t touching. That divider, the guards keeping eyes and reaching for guns, batons, at an inch’s worth of movement, those signs screaming: “NO CONTACT BETWEEN VISITORS AND INMATES”. What a hierarchy.

Shadow kept up their smile despite the meaning behind their words. A decent mask to cover the pain on their end because why would they want to burden Spencer with theirs as well as his own? Except that was what their relationship supported and Spencer was able to lift off the mask to welcome all emotion it had been hiding, because that was exactly what Y/N had done for him once he was released.

“This close enough?” He said, wrapping his arms around their waist with his left wrist in his right hand. The link pressed against Y/N’s lower back and nudged them closer. Y/N’s smile was hidden in a bitten lip as they shook their head.

“Oh?” Spencer raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue. With deliberation, he moved so that Y/N was trapped now by his forearm. His free hand closed tenderly around their neck and gave a light squeeze, “How about this?”

Y/N let out a cross between a whine and a hum. That was the push they wanted and all the confirmation Spencer needed.

Taking the lead, Y/N was up to strip off their trousers and underwear while Spencer undid his belt. There was only so much time; the waistband of his trousers caught underneath his thighs when Y/N returned to his lap. Fluid and practiced motions removed his cock from his underwear, the sound of spit hitting skin followed by the touch of a loving hand. He lavished in the attention for a few seconds. Then he matched their stroking with his own nimble fingers, simultaneously grounding them in each other’s grasp and lifting them away into heaven-like states.

He used Y/N’s own tactics against them and won as they moaned against his lips, pulling away only at the will of his hand. Their own feeble attempts at pulling his hair did nothing to dissuade his speed; the whining only made him more fervent.

That faux innocence, as if Y/N didn’t know what they were doing while practically humping his clothed cock in the middle of his work day, it was intoxicating and he breathed it in from the slope of their neck. Open mouthed, he gripped their cheeks tight and grinded against them.

“Please,” Y/N whispered.

Only because they asked so beautifully. Y/N wobbled before they settled onto his cock. Their clit was flush with his pubic bone before Spencer started moving, digging his heels into the carpet. Seeing, hearing, feeling their bliss, it didn’t take long for him to cum inside them, leading Y/N to climax. They were so needy, so loving as they came in his lap. Spencer kissed their cheek, whispered a few words of gratitude in their ear. He revelled in the moan he got as a reply that was accompanied by a squeeze around him.

“This is almost perfect,” Y/N sighed.

Spencer stopped, his confused pout still pressed up against their skin. “Almost?”

“Too many clothes in the way.”

“Hmm. I agree.” A little laughter was shared between them. “And you’re missing a ring.”

Flexing their fingers behind his neck, Shadow said, “So are you. You want one that vibrates?”

“I uh wasn’t talking about that.”

“I know, hun. I know.” The teasing in their tone was clear. One might not believe they had been begging for release just minutes prior.

“Good idea though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm, I like yours better.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Y/N lifted their head up to look Spencer in the eye, giving him a lazy nod. The twinkle in his eye spread to his smile while he tipped his head over Y/N’s shoulder, “I kinda wanna get the ring from the drawer. But I don’t wanna move.”

Now it was Y/N who was confused. “You’re torn between proposing and not pulling out?”

“Well, since you’ve been good for me…” Spencer began to shuffle on his seat. He stopped instantly as Y/N groaned and clung tighter around to him. Willing some self-restraint, he cupped their thighs and stood slowly with a hand on his chair’s back.

“Spencer please-”

“Almost there, I promise.”

Their laughing hitched with gasps as Spencer placed them down onto his desk, their hands falling amidst paperwork to support themselves with Spencer slanted against their chest. A slide of the desk’s top drawer accompanied the fiddling of documents and Spencer’s craning neck. Y/N couldn’t help themselves. Despite wanting him to achieve his goal, they distracted him with tickling kisses that disturbed his giggles more.

“Got it.” Spencer finally withdrew the box in one hand until it opened and handed over his ring – which he then held between himself and his partner, “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will.” Y/N still couldn’t believe this was happening. Only the cool ring sliding along their finger kept them anchored, dizzying them with happiness as Spencer kissed it. “We can never tell our kids about this.”

Spencer’s gaze broke from the ring, that and his tone being only things soft about him. “Our kids?”

“I mean,” Y/N looked down, “You’re still inside me. It’s almost like you’re making sure you get me knocked up.”

As per usual, Spencer’s mind worked fast. He licked his fingers and reached down, rubbing their clit. Arching into him, Y/N’s forehead glued to Spencer’s and their eyes studied each other’s reactions. Not even as Spencer guided Y/N to lay back on the desk did they break form and Spencer took advantage of this pull up one of their legs and push himself deeper inside once the angle was right for them. Every time he bottomed out, Y/N let out a squeal. This orgasm was silent as it crested over them. No sound left their agape mouth, no breath for several seconds. When that deep sigh finally left their lungs, Spencer released his too, his hips finally slowing down now that the spike of pleasure threatened to take his control.

“Orgasms help when trying for a baby,” panted Spencer, “Supposedly.”

“Whatever you say, doctor, professor, darling.” Y/N swallowed and sighed, “I hope I didn’t crease any of your students’ assignments.”

“They’re copies. Don’t worry, I’ll just print them off again.”

Shoulders rising and falling, Spencer looked like he had just been freed of the weights of the world, and his face was gentle in expressing his relief. The only tension was in his cheeks with his smile, the apples firm and rosy.

Rolling their eyes was the only response that Y/N could think of, that and: “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Spencer turned his head just to keep eye contact wherever Y/N was avoiding it, following their lolling head and beaming still, “I just took you twice at and on my desk, and now you can’t smile at you?”

“Ugh, go back to being cranky, would you?”

“I can’t, not now I’m engaged to the most wonderful person I know.” Oh, a reminder – if he was able to forget, but his mind was rather occupied beforehand. “When anyone asks, we’ll tell them I got down on one knee at the park after a dinner date.”

“How romantic.”

Unable to discern if this was sarcasm or not, Spencer welcomed Y/N’s arms around his neck and their lips locked to his once more as he sat them up but kept them close – just a little longer.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #Spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #my writing #wc: 1k+#smut

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toastedside · 3 years

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Call From Home

Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader

Warning: sad Tim Drake, him crying, feeling small, fluff in the end

Note: I always like and entertain the idea that Tim eventually finish his education and go to college. I wrote this back in 2019 when I was away for college and experiencing mild case of homesick. Enjoy!

College life was pretty exciting. At least Tim able to muster that out loud now, and no longer wallowing in constant denial how much he enjoyed being a college student. It does get pretty crazy at times. The chaos in the dorms, the shenanigans of bored college students, morning classes. It got its own rhythm, and Tim was proud that he able to blend and follow the rhythm pretty well.

He never imagined that he eventually able to live a life like this. Like this one. Not after him confronting Batman in his own house. Not after his parents’ death. Not after taking the mantle and split his life into day and night. He never imagined he get to party until late night, laughing his ass off whilst running on the campus ground at night, pulling all night for assignments, and running late to classes.

The Red Robin suit he carefully packed still untouched. Tucked carefully underneath his bed. He never got time to be Red Robin. Not with the piling assignments and constant nudging to socialize. He listened to the police’s radio from his dorm when he was alone from time to time, but in a city like this, it’s pretty calm and mild.

Compared to Gotham, this city is peaceful.

It’s loud, it’s colorful, it’s exciting. Perhaps that’s why he liked the thrill of being here. It reminded him of home. Of Wayne Manor that filled with too many people, too many vigilantes who never know when to lower their voices. And perhaps that’s why he grew relentless and anxious as the clock slowly tick by and it’s all quiet. Darren, his roommate, was gone to his parents for the weekend. Left him all alone with his thought.

Tim sighed as he punched the number on his phone screen. He didn’t know why he did it. But something behind his mind pushed him to do so.

“Hello?” the voice answered after the fifth rang. Tim wanted to smack his head. You were probably sleeping.

“Hi Mom,” Tim greeted. “It’s me.”

“Hi, honey!” your voice laced with a lot of excitement. Tim sat up on his bed, head leaned to the wall next to him as he closed his eyes. “How are you? How do you like college?”

Tim chuckled. “It’s exciting, yeah. The assignments were crazy. But it was fun.”

“It reminds me with my college days! One time, this one student flood the whole floor with detergent because he didn’t know how to wash his own clothes in the washing machine.”

“My God. Just last week a student accidentally pushed the fire alarm because she was drunk.”

Tim could hear you laughing. And then a faint sound of a silverware hitting a surface. You’re in the kitchen then. Or the dining room. There were no background noises and it was all quiet. You were probably alone in the kitchen; dug on the freezer to eat a pint of ice cream you always so cleverly hide from everyone.

“How are you doing, Timmy? You haven’t answered my question.”

Tim went quiet as he bit his lower lip. You often called him Timmy when he was upset or in dire need of comfort. A nickname you reserved for comfort and now his brain associated it with tenderness and comfort. And the warmth of your embrace.

All of sudden, he wanted to cry. His eyes started to sting and his chest heavy. He didn’t know why, but listening to his mother’s voice alone opened up something he had shoved to the back of his mind since the day he moved into his dorm.

“Timmy? Honey?” you called for him. He probably had unconsciously let a sob escaped his mouth. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I miss you,” Tim rasped between his sobs. Saying those out loud only made him want to cry harder. “I miss Alfred. I miss Bruce, Jason, Dick, Damian, Cass…” he trailed, sniffled as he harshly wiped his tears with his sleeve. “I miss home.”

Tim pulled his knees into his chest, curled himself into a ball. He wanted nothing but to sank into your embrace, enjoying the way your fingers would thread on his hair and your nails lightly scratched his scalp. He wanted nothing but to eat a homemade food, not the cheap, knocked off questionable foods he often got on campus.

He wanted home.

“I miss you too, honey,” you cooed. You heaved a sigh as you continued, “The house does get a little quieter without you here.”

“I- I thought I’d be okay. I like it here,” Tim sniffed. “But I miss you. I miss home. And – I want to go home.”

The line went quiet for a little while. He could hear you shuffling in the background, a sound of chair being pushed confirmed his suspicion of you being in the kitchen. He was both surprised and bashful about his sudden childish plea. He never thought he would miss Gotham out of all places. It stinks and raked of criminal. The air here was crisp and clear, he could hear the bird chirping on his way to his classes.

But one call to home and his body longed to be there. One call and his soul wished he was home.

His bed suddenly felt too small and stuffy. The mattress is too stiff and the duvet not warm enough. Tim pressed his head onto his knees, his eyes still producing saline tears as he quietly listened to you contemplating your answer.

“Baby, you know what? It’s okay to miss home. It’s okay for wanting to be home and liking where you are at the same time. I had severe homesick cases when I was away for college too,” you answered finally, with a quiet huff as Tim faintly heard you landed in a cushion. Perhaps the living room.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Tim could listen a smile seeped on your voice. “Listen. You live your life here, in Gotham, for almost all your life. You born and grew up here. You live here in this house. You fight for the city. Of course, you’d miss home. Of course, you’d want to be here.”

Tim sniffed as a response.

“And you’re adapting. Nobody expect you to immediately like where you are. Especially when you’re so far away from home, all alone, all by yourself. You’re starting a new chapter in your life. There will be hard times. But I always know you’re a fighter. And you’ll survive just fine. You can do this.”

Tim smiled as he wiped his tears.

“Besides, I believe your friends suffer the same homesick cases too.”

An involuntary laugh escaped him. He let out a wet chuckle as he wiped his tears with his sleeve again. Eyes spared glances into the empty bed across him. “Yeah. Darren is out visiting his parents’ house. Lucky for him his parents are only two hours away.”

“See? You know what I mean?” Tim practically could see the way your face would scrunch up. An expression he grew fond of. “You’re always welcome to come home anytime, honey. Remember wherever you are, no matter how far, you’re always welcome here whenever.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You know what? This gives me an idea.”

“Idea?”

“For impromptu family weekend getaway,” you said thoughtfully. “What about you show the city around for us next week? Tell me places you like, good restaurants to eat, and places you visit the most.”

Tim blinked dumbly. “You’re visiting?”

“Yeah! Next week. I promise.”

Tim could feel a smile slowly crept up on his cheeks. He shifted on his bed out of excitement. “You know what? This also give me an idea.”

“Ooh, what is it?”

“That I should go cycling around and list down all places I want to show you,” Tim said as he hopped out of his bed. Already made a beeline towards his coat and shoe rack. “I think I need some fresh air too.”

“Alright, Atta Boy. Wear your jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“On it, Mom. I’ll call you later. See you next week.”

“See you next week, baby. I love you, bye.”

Tim was already halfway out of his room when he answered, “I love you too.”

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 3 years

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Can you make a fic about when the sandlot boys see you with your twin brother(you don’t look alike and they never met him) and they see you hug him and benny gets jealous:)

My Dummy

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!!! i also love this and i hope it’s what you wanted! also i have been working so sorry if i didn’t respond quick but here you go!! love you🥰 also they may be some typos

You and your family had just moved into the new neighborhood finally away from the cold and into the hot summer days. Within days of living here you had made many friends, who happened to be a group of sweaty guys. They had the same sense of humour as you and well, the girls around here were not as much fun as you would say.

You had met Benny first at school and well the friendship had blossomed since then. Then of course feelings were involved, with Benny admitting them to you first as you added one and well here you are a couple weeks of dating.You would hang most of them time and when you were at the sandlot you would be cheering them off, since you didn't really know much about ball. You were more into soccer, but you didn't let them know about that. When the guys weren't around though Benny would make it his personal goal to teach you more about his favorite sport.

“Come on, it'll be fun, plus, we can finally have some alone time.” he said as you hid your smile as he came up to you holding your hands, “ugh, fine, just don't make fun of me okay?” you said as he nodded, “sweetheart, i could never, you're too perfect.” he said as you two walked over to the sandlot and as expected it was all alone leaving you two playing until the sun had set and walking you home yet again another perfect day with benny.

With hanging out and spending time with Benny , there was never time for you to explain your life. You had a twin brother, however he was away for soccer tournaments and well, he wouldn't be back until another month. Or so you thought. You didn't really mention him because you two were distant when he was away. However when he was home you two would spend the day together. You two might need a break from one another, but you sure missed one another when he was away.

You were at the sandlot yet again and ham had spotted a guy, “hey, we got a newbie!” he says as you look with a frown. Then you saw it was Parker, your twin, he was back.

“That's not a newbie, it's parker!” you said running over to him as parker had spotted you and he plastered a smile on his face missing his younger sister. Once you were arm's length away from one another you two hugged one another for more than a minute. From a far benny had seen how long you hugged him from and how tight his arms wrapped around you. He never told you anything about a guy named parker.

“how are you here?” you asked as he scoffed, “please, i'm only here for mom.” he said as you playfully punched him, “i'm serious how are you here? I thought you had more tournaments?” you said as he shook his head, “yeah i did, they got canceled for some fires up west, so they decided to cancel the whole thing and well i'm here for the whole year.” he said as you smiled hugging him again.

Yeah yeah walked over to Benny along with the guys, “who do you think he is?” yeah yeah said as the other guys commented in the conversation, “probably her college boyfriend.” Betram said as the guys agreed, “yeah, she is quite the mystery girl.” squints said as benny scoffed, “no she isn't dating anyone.” Benny said, clenching his jaw as the guys looked over at him with, “how do you know?” scotty said. He stood quite and shrugged, “well I mean she's hot, anyone would go for her.” kenny said as they all needed besides benny, “yeah i'm surprised you didn't got for her benny.'' Timmy said as Tommy nodded, “yeah why didn't you benny?” he said leaving Benny in a very uncomfortable situation. You two had agreed to keep your relationship private from the guys not wanting to create conflict with them being your friends too. Parker said that you were going out for dinner and you walked over to the guys as they walked over to you as they were waiting for you to say something.

“Hey guys, i have to go, i'll see you guys later okay?” you said as they all nodded including benny as you looked over at him with a smile as you walked along with your twin brother finally catching up with one another. After dinner you had decided to go over back to the sandlot in hops benny would still be there. As you reached it he was there alone. Sitting on the ground which concerned you. As you reached where he was sitting he sat down not wanting to look up. He didn't know how to feel other than well of course jealousy but he didn't want to admit it.

“Benny, you okay?” you asked as he shrugged, “i don't know anymore.” he said as you frowned, “what do you mean?” you asked as he shook his head, “i don't know, maybe parker can answer that.” he said as you grew flabbergasted, “uh, excuse me? What do you mean?” you said as he sighed and just looked at you, “i mean you and parker seem very close, i mean he even looks older, so i get why you hid him, you probably weren't able to do long distance and broke up but now he's here getting you back, which i am not okay with sharing, your mine. And if we have to tell him to move back to wherever he came from, let me do that.” he said as you just looked at him in all seriousness and began to laugh.

He looked over at you confused and asked, “now what are you laughing about?” he said as you looked at him and grabbed his hand, “benny first off, gross, and second of that would be illegal because he is my twin brother, you pervert!” you said giggling as Benny was faced with second hand embarrassment.

“What! Why did you tell me that?! God love, you had me worried.” he said as you shook your head, “benny why didn't you just ask? It's not that hard to ask, you know?” you said as you two broke into laughter as the tension in the air cleared.

“Okay, I'm sorry, I am, I'm just, we just started dating, I didn't know how to act.” he said as you nodded, “it's okay to be jealous, everyone gets jealous.” you said as he scoffed, “i wasn't jealous,” he said as you smiled, “yeah okay whaveter benny.” you said as you two laughed again.

You two sat as you watched the sunset, he then walked you home as you talked more, “oh my gosh, i can not wait until you meet my whole family so i can tell them about this.” you said as rolled his eyes, “no please dont,” he said as you nodded, “yeah they might think you're a perv or something.” you said jokingly as you walked over to him and pecked him, “i'm kidding baby, my family including my brother are gonna like you i just know it.” you said as he smiled, “you really think so.” he said as you nodded and kissed again and he hugged you, “well i just know my momma is gonna love you as much as i love you.” he said as you two brought your heads close to one another foreheads touching as you smiled, “Well i hope so too, and i love you too benny” you say as you give one another one last hug and kiss before leaving one another. He sure was dumb, but to you he was your dummy. You love that dummy no matter what.

#benny rodriguez x reader #benny rodriguez #benny the jet #the sandlot imagines #the sandlot

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harrysmimi · 3 years

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It's A Date !!!

Synopsis: Harry goes overboard planning a date for his girlfriend.

A/N: 1) okay, I've had this up on my Wattpad for quite a while now, but I remember enjoying writing this so much! Hope y'all like it too!

2) if you see that it is mentioned that YN is Indian, it was meant to be. Hehe cuz I am Indian and I find ways to represent my country and culture. So yeah! And we also love inclusivity in this house hold! :))

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Harry was in London, she didn't know for how long, but he was still in London and there was not alot going on with him. He was very free.

The new year has just kicked in, YN was back to work from her Christmas break.

As it was the start of year YN had a shit load of work going on, she might have to get some overtime hours in. Being a secretary of a company wasn't all unicorns and cotton candy as she imagined when she was in college but it was still fun. It was her break time. YN was headed out to get herself a coffee when she saw Harry walk in like he owns the place (he doesn't), making his way to the reception before he actually saw her, a huge grin spread across his face as he walked towards her.

"Hey baby!" He cooed draping an arm around her shoulders to pull her in a warm side hug, pressed a kiss on her forehead as he walked to wherever she was going with her. He'd swear he would walk through hell with her.

"Hey!" She wrapped her arm around his waist, "you don't come to see me this time at my office."

"Why, I can't?"

"You can but you usually never come over to my work place." She reminded him, "unless it's an emergency."

"There is an emergency, but it can wait for a couple of minutes." He told her, "where are we headed to?"

"To get coffee. I have a little over fifty drafted mails to go through, then I have to send in the letter for the annual meeting, and arrange a few meetings his week. I feel like I'm going fo die!" She ranted as both of them walked in the cafe right in front of the firm.

"You're not going to die, I am sure. But you also don't have to work." He told her, YN just shook her head and went ahead to order her coffee.

"You want anything?" She asked.

"I'm good, fanks lovie." He smiled, "don't worry about that I gotchu." He stopped her from paying for her coffee and quickly handed his own card to the cashier.

"Harry I-"

"Shush! Come here." He interrupted her, taking his card back he guided her to a side.

"I could have paid for it." She told him.

"I know, but I wanted to." He said, "we're going somewhere."

"Where? When?" She asked.

"It's a surprise but we'll have to take a flight. And we have to leave in three hours." He smiled his frog smile to get away with his impulsive decision, he never mentioned anything about this trip. He knew she was running a little low on budget as Christmas have seemed to get a heavy toll on her bank account, they both didn't lives together yet, she was definitely going to be angry, of not mad.

"What?" She almost screamed, "I have work! My boss will fire me if I ask for last minute day off."

"A week off actually, and I did talked to your boss. I'm friends with him." He reminded her.

"That's so unprofessional Harry! Where are you taking me anyway?" She was starting to freak out.

"It's okay we're mates, he didn't think of it that way," he assured her.

"Did he tell you that?"

"Kind of... He was a little bit on sides of saying no but I got him convinced, so let's go to your place now." As be explained YN's name was called to collect her coffee.

"I have my bag and stuff in my office." She sighed.

"Then let's go and get that first." He slid his hand into her lacing their fingers together as he guided her back to her office, he just stopped by the reception. He doesn't want to take any risk of her colleagues finding him there, he remembered YN telling him about how a few of them fangirl over him. Most of them don't leave the floor they're working on Harry got away with visiting his girlfriend at her work place, well, that was whole for four times.

"I'll wait for you in car, okay."

"Yeah, give me ten minutes."

"Don't rush and hurt yourself!" He called her as she ran up the stairs.

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Harry was startled by the knock on his window. It wasn't YN, it was some other girls looking to be around her age. Harry remembered her from the pictures YN was showing him from this office party, how they all just ditched the party when to this pub near by. Harry couldn't remember her name, but he remembers her recent obsession with him and his songs as been told by his girlfriend. She didn't know YN was dating him actually and YN didn't even bothered to tell her about it.

"Shut up, you're Harry Styles!" That girl gasped when Harry rolled his window down making him giggle, "I am sorry to disturb you but just wanted to come up and say Hi, I love your music!"

"That means a lot, thank you so so." Harry said, he saw YN from the corner of her coming out and texting him, but she stopped once she saw the girl by the car.

"Do you mind if I get a picture with you?" She asked.

"Sure..." he agreed hesitantly, but posed for the selfie. "Would you mind waiting for a couple of days before you post them?"

"Yeah, yeah don't worry!" She assured him, "I am Brielle by the way, my friend YN is going to freak out when she sees these pictures!"

"Aw say Hi to her." Harry cooed trying to giggle and give it away.

"I will, I will thank you!" Brielle waved him bye and skipped her way back to office. Harry laughed seeing how the blonde tackled YN by the entrance in a hug shoving her into her face. Harry quickly ducked down seeing Brielle was about to point at his car.

"Harry unlock the door." It was YN calling him. She was holding her bag, her coat and her jacket in her arms. He unlocked the door for her and opened it. She got in his car and buckled her seat belt after putting her stuff in the back seat. Harry started driving.

"So where are we going?" YN asked.

"To your flat, you need to pack for about... a week. And a shit load of warm clothes." He said, "taking a puffer would be great idea."

"I don't have a puffer jacket." She shook her head.

"We'll get you one don't worry." He said, "or you can take one of mine."

"Okay..." YN said, "where are we going though? To fucking north pole or something?"

"Not exactly but close by." He said. "You trust me too much, don't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged, "unless you're secretly planning to murder me and get the sweets shop my grand dad have written on his will in my name all to yourself."

"That sounds like a plan but, I don't want your grand dad's sweets shop in India. Though the idea sounds delicious. It's a just a date!" He sounded way too enthusiastic.

"A week long date?"

"Yeah!" he nodded.

"Where are we going? Look Harry, I trust you with my dear life but you're giving me anxiety!" She groaned.

"Thank you for your trust in me, but trust me, I seriously don't want your grand dad's sweets shop, at least not right now, so you'll have to wait."

YN just nodded to that.

"Where did the joke of your grand dad writing his sweets shop in your name in his will came from in tbe first place anyway?" He spoke after a moment of silence, stopping at a red light making YN laugh.

"Remember when we went to India, my brothers were teasing me about it constantly and you asked what it was all about?" She reminded him, "I can't believe you still laugh at that joke and go along with me on it and don't know where it actually started! It's been almost two years!"

"Oh, I remember. Your grand dad is really caring I must say."

"I know right, totally! Like he totally didn't acknowledged me for entire six weeks after I was born." There was a sarcastic undertone carried with her words, "I hate that old man to my guts!"

"Oh god, you're going to hold that against that poor man until he dies?" Harry didn't wanted to laugh but he was laughing, on the inside though.

"Right, just few days left."

"Oh goodness!" He sighed.

"What? I can literally go on and on about how shit he have made my childhood look. Leaving a half assed sweets shop in my name on his stupid will isn't going to fucking fix it." YN got offended.

"Touché." Harry nodded knowing exactly what she was saying.

Whilst she says to cover everything up that it doesn't bother her anymore, her grandfather have fucked up her childhood in many ways. About which she went on and on about with her brother one night when they were visiting her parents in her country. From already calling her engagement to one of her cousin's when she was just one year old to not wanting her to go to school at all. To having her parents control ber life to restraining her from taking up the job opportunity in London. That man even hates Harry just because he is white and British, which he doesn't care about much. But the hate YN have for this man is nust indescribable.

"Where are we going again?" YN asked after a moment of silence.

"Thought your grand dad's will kept you distracted." He chuckled. "I'm not telling you where we are going until at least we're at the airport."

"You are seriously not interested in having a sweets shop in India all to yourself, are you?" She asked.

"Nope." He said trying to hold back his laugh back.

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Harry got away until he got in plane with YN.

She did not ever fancied traveling in his private jet, for some reason she despised that idea of owning one in the first place even though it was very practical for him. She never travelled into his private jet, though she hardly ever travels for her own self unless it's just for to go see her family. But she didn't asked anything. Harry likes to think it's because she doesn't want to ruin his surprise.

He already knows her response if he asks reason behind her silence and patience. She'd say: 'Harry I plan surprises for you too and you never ruin it and actually be curious and patience at the same time. I don't want to ruin your surprise!"

Yeah, he knows her way too well for her liking. And they've only known each other for just a little over of two years. She was sat next to him on her phone as he read away his book. Harry didn't mean to but he peeped into her phone seeing she was chatting with her cousin who was about to get married in two months. And YN was going through the bridal outfit catalogue her cousin sent her. YN's always got a very good taste in fashion when it comes to her ethnic wear, and she takes full credits of it.

Harry even noticed her very subtly moving the ones she liked to a folder labelled as Urgh! Mine! in her camera roll. Harry never goes through her phone (that's just very toxic!), but he have seen another folder dedicated towards the wedding rings when showing him other pictures and videos on her phone. Yeah, she really mist be into those things. But nope, he have noticed she have the same things on her Pinterest. Though she have never dropped any hints at him, but they have talked about getting married in future.

It was just mainly YN's parents wanting YN to get married, as they think their daughter lives with a someone opposite of her gender whom she is involved in a romantic relationship with, without being married to him.

Yeah, that was a big no-no for her parents.

They don't live together even though Harry have brought up the idea of them moving in together. YN just think her parents are some how gonna find out and drag her ass back home to India, if they find out she is living with with a guy without being married to him.

"We're about to land baby." He informed her.

"What?" She looked surprised, "already?" She buckled her seat belt.

"Yeah." He nodded, "you might want to put the jacket no before we get off."

"Okay." She nodded looking nervous.

He chuckled, "don't be nervous or anything, we're in Norway right now." He announced to her, just as he said dhat the plane landed.

"Wait, for real?" Her heart skipped a beat.

"Yup!" He nodded extending the 'u' sound.

"For real, for real? Like you're not joking? You know this is time for northern lights!" She squealed turning to him.

"Why are you so smart?" Harry sighed dramatically.

"Harry, I love you so much!" She cooed hugging him tightly.

"I love you more angel!" He giggled at her reaction holding her close.

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"I can't believe we're going to see northern lights!"

It was very obvious adrenaline was pumping through her body, as they both got of the plane. Looking like a waddling penguin in Harry's puffer jacket she jogged her way to the cab with her suitcase and one of Harry's duffle bag.

Harry remembers her going on and on about how she have always wanted to see the Aurora Borealis, it was out of nowhere, during one of their random conversations. The look on her face did not failed to make his heart full to the point where he thought it might burst.

"Are we going to stay in one of those semi underground igloo kinda houses?" She gasped.

"We're staying at a hotel for the night, I figured it might be too cold for you, so we're going there tomorrow night." He explained, "and rest of the trip we're going to stay at the hotel."

YN just cuddled his arm as they were headed to the hotel. She wasn't quite good at expressing her feelings by words. Harry knew she is happy.

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Harry's friend accompanied them both showing around the town. YN felt like a typical tourist but they have Harry's friends showing them around. YN was having the time of her life.

Now they're at the underground igloo house; as she calls it. It was a little room with a bed, side tables, a tiny closet and a bathroom, an attachment living room area. Huge glass windows above the bed to give a view of the Aurora Borealis from inside, there were blinds they can draw for privacy. It was basically a place she wouldn't mind living for the rest of her life.

"This is so cool!" She exclaimed.

"Isn't it!" Harry was a little surprised himself.

"God, I can live here!" YN jumped on the bed on her tummy finding the mattress way too comfy.

"We can move here." Harry suggested lying next to her, "not exactly here but somewhere here."

"Oh please don't give me high hopes, you're already doing too much for me!" YN lifted her head to look at him. "Thank you so much, for everything."

"Of course baby, I love you. Don't think there would be anything as too much if it's for you." He smiled his dimply smile.

"Aw! You are so cheesy and I love you too!" YN scooted closer to him nudging their noses together, "so much!" She pressed a kiss on his plus lips.

"Are you enjoying the trip so far?" He enquired just to be sure, it is very visible she's been the happiest.

"I am having the time of my life! Thank you for bringing me here!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah?" Harry cooed. "Well if you're ready to go out and walk around before the thing starts, we can." He suggested.

"Yeah we can go on a walk." She agreed. Harry gave her a quick kiss before he got up and helped her up.

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Their walk didn't go as planned, it was because of Harry who started throwing snow balls at his girlfriend out of nowhere.

"How are you- ow!- not missing- aahhhh!" He screamed over dramatically as YN was throwing snow at him.

"I was the captain of the dodgeball team in school, I wasn't in Corden's Angles." She said throwing another chunk of snow at him. He wasn't able to dodge any of those. "What happened to your spidey senses, Mr. Styles?"

"They are frozen!" He announced taking a decently amount of snow and throwing it at her.

"Let it go, let it go!" She sang casual throwing chunks of snow at him.

"No!" He groaned ducking the huge amount of snow. "You.."

"No!" She squealed and started running the best she could in the snow. But Harry was quick to catch her. She closed her eyes tightly in fear of hitting the ground, but the snow was bery comfy.

"Oh, this is comfy." She commented, Harry was basically laying on top of her, "you can't tickle me now."

"Yeah, I give up." He really gave up, she was wearing a think jacket there was no way she is going to be ticklish.

"You started the snow fight." She pointed.

"I know, but it was fun." He fixed her beanie covering her ears. He leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips, pulling away after placing another on the corner of her mouth.

"Harry there are people out here." She reminded him.

"Oh, you didn't had to ruin my fantasy of having sex under northern lights." He sighed but his words carried teasing undertone.

"It is going to remain a fantasy then." She shrugged.

"We'll see..." He challenged.

"Look!" She gasped looking behind him at the sky. Harry got up from top of her, lying next to her he took in the sight of shifting hues from gorgeous greens to slight yellow hints, from pretty blue to purples and hints of pink. The sight almost appearing to be unbelievable, like a choreographed show of art by mother nature herself. Like those fancy water fountains but it was not man-made.

He looked to his side to even more beautiful sight, his girlfriend admiring the sky, her mitten clad hands covering her mouth in awe of the scenery she have dreamt of seeing in person. Her eyes sparkly with the mirrored image of the hues with glassy glaze, he swore those were tears. Her gasp made him glance at the sky again for a split second to see the waves of hues in the night sky have picked up a new pace moving a little faster.

"It's so pretty; would be an understatement!" She mumble behind her hands.

"Isn't it?" Harry chirped, his classic dimply smile on his face.

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "thank you for bringing me here, Harry, this was on my bucket list since I was eight and I read about it in one of the magazines. Really, thank you so much!" she turned her head to look at him already staring at her.

"Your welcome baby," he scooted closer, nuzzling his nose against hers, like a kitten's kiss. "Are you crying?"

She chuckled moving away a little, "no, my eyes are sweating! Of course I am crying!"

"Awh! C'mere." He cooed pulling her closer to him, "didn't meant to make you cry, lovie, I'm sorry."

"No, these are happy tears!" She mumble against his chest.

"They better be, don't ever want to make your sad." He whispered close to her ear, keeping the conversation private. "I love you so much, YN!"

"I love you more Harry!"

"Would you like to dance?" He asked offering his hand.

"Would love to." She slid her hand in his.

"I clearly did not plan this through." He pulled out his phone and pulling up Apple music, he played their song. YN claimed it as their song because it fit well with how their relationship grew.

He slid his phone in the pocket of his jacket, guided her hand on his shoulder, grabbing her free hand with his, wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling her closer.

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

Harry remembers seeing her at the meeting, it was about his new brand, where he met YN. She was there in the meeting in room noting down minutes on her iPad, assisting the Marketing person to go through his presentation. Harry was gone the moment she started speaking there. He did not paid any attention to anything the presentor had to say (thanks to the minutes she forwarded him later he was able to keep with his business).

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

One thing was sure she was not interested in him at all, she gave him hard time in name of professionalism. But pater learned she was just determined to prove her parents wrong showing the proof of her raise and promotion after the success of the project. but he stil teases her the way her clumsy ass fell down bumping into him at the office. How his cross necklace tangled with the necklace she was wearing. He was trying to free the tangled up chains, which she took the other way, gasping she hurriedly moved her clutching her shirt on her chest getting up, breaking her own chain in process. Scolding him in return as she fled the place gathering her files. In her defence, she was having a bad day at work.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday (she giggled at the line)

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

It was a good few months after YN finally agreeing to go on a date with him. The first night she spent at his after their yet another fancy date night. The next day was Sunday so YN agreed to stay over at his and they both binge watched Marvel series. It was a very innocent night, the serie being abandoned long time as one of the very first vulnerable conversation began between them. Him actually putting his feelings in words for her, confessing his love for her. In return she shared the feelings of trust he gained from her in words. Having men trying to pull her down her entire life, she was determined she was going to die single until she met him. Harry being the second after her brother to actually support her and give her right pep talks and encouragement. She have known him for barely three months but it was very easy for Harry fo make his way to her heart. That night he promised her he is not going to ever treat her like her asshole ex.

Next day it was made very obvious, Harry couldn't cook to save his life! But he was going to blame the first kiss they shared, there in his kitchen. He got carried away and burnt the toast and scrambled eggs he made. But YN came to rescue and he didn't had to survive on cereal until lunch, she made some amazing food with whatever was left in his fridge.

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

For YN, it was very big deal. She does not trust anyone as much she trusts him. She literally flew to another country without knowing where he is taking her, it was not good, or it was good, it's a very debatable topic. But it's her Harry!

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

It was raining, typical London weather, Harry had no other option than to ditch his dinner with his mum and stay over at YN's. It was raining very badly, he couldn't drive, nor it was safe for his mum. It was YN dragging him on the side walk (she called her driveway side walk), dancing in the rain. She later ended up getting sick making Harry upset as he warned her, but he was there to take care of her. He really kept his word.

But their first fight was very bad for YN. It was just a misunderstanding, her making him upset without even knowing it. It was not a big deal; he said, he was just being jealous of her colleague. Yeah, Harry Styles get insecure too some times, and why wouldn't he? His girlfriend is the most gorgeous person!

He had promised to pick her up for dinner this night, when he saw her hugging her colleague by the exist. He behaved childish, being grumpy throughout the dinner. Took her back to his as her car broke down and she lives a good one hour away from his place, had an argument there. Ended up sleeping on sofa in his grumpy mood. But she was understanding enough to talk and fix everything. Carefully slid under the blanket he was using and explaining what happened. Her colleague proposed to his girlfriend the day before and she was just congratulating him. Now that fight have became a joke between them. Harry apologised for acting like a baby. He was not feeling himself that day.

She was like his lover and his best friend in one package.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

It was dark, barely lit as they swayed to the slow music. Like they're in their own bubble dancing under the Northern Lights; like something straight out of a Bollywood movie song. None of them knew how to express their already known feelings to each other, words were never going to be enough.

With both his arms around her waist he leaned down to peck the tip of her nose. She was cold and so was her skin, the dry red tint on her skin was enough to explain that. It was romantically silent around.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

It was literally like a war on social media the day Harry invited YN to his Album listening party in New York, just because she could make it there as she was in the city for work. It was last year. An unfinished album about his ongoing love story with this person. For the first time nothing he wrote was being compared to his love life and private life because everything between YN and him was kept in a safe. No one was there to ruin it for him thist time and it's still going strong. YN took all the criticism from his fan as a grain of salt, mostly the negative comments. Though his fans are still very brutal towards her. He is still going to take her to the upcoming music award show as his plus one.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love.

As the song ended, Harry smeared his lips over her in affectionate kiss, just like the first kiss they share. He doesn't have toast and eggs to worry about being burnt now. Taking his time he planted several small kisses on full of her lips before capturing her bottom lip in his two. YN was first to pull apart running out of air, just to picked up by her boyfriend as he spun around taking her by surprise. Making her squeal and giggle. He rest her back on her feet carefully.

"My hopeless romantic self is screaming like a feral inside." She told him earning a laugh from him.

"We'll make more of her wishes come true." He told her, making sure to pause the next song, Kiwi, before he continued, "but I need you to answer something first."

"Oh, sure." She nodded.

"Our second anniversary is in two months, would plan to ask you this on that day, but this-" he pointed at the sky with the colourful hue still swaying to their own music, "- wouldn't work out. I don't know what to say, honestly, I tried but I couldn't bring myself to prepare a perfect speech."

He grabbed her left mitten clad hand, and he fished his pocket for something, "I have approval and blessings of your father and brothers, so I'll the ask it: Will you Marry me, YN? Give me the honour of being addressed as your husband, please?" And with that he went on his knee.

YN's stomach did a back flip, he literally managed to make her go weak in knees, now she was stood on her knees too.

"Are you being serious right now?" She asked, crying out her happy sobs following by giggles.

"A thousand per cent serious." He assured her. "Will you marry me?" He asked again.

"You know my answer: yes!" She nodded. Harry gave her another kiss helping her take off her mitten so he can put the ring on her finger. YN noticed his hands were shaking, it was definitely not from the cold weather. She was quick and jump and hug him tightly. She broke the hug to look at him, he was crying too.

"Awh, Harry!" She cooed wiping off his tears and pressing a tender kiss on his lips, then on his dimpled cheek.

"I'm sorry break this to you, but we have our friends here." Harry announced breaking their little moment.

There was Harry's friend Rob, who was with them yesterday as they explored around the town. And Helene. YN was surprised to see her there with her camera.

"Congratulations!" She exclaimed walking towards the couple.

"I was not going to let out engagement go undocumented in pictures and videos." Harry explained seeing a surprise and confused look on her face.

"Yeah, this was all last moment, I was in town for a little and Harry called requesting to take pictures of you two getting engaged. Said; he couldn't trust anyone else to take good pictures." Helene added to his explanation.

"Awh thank you!" YN hugged the girl as well.

"Of course darling, I am so happy for you two!" Helene said and even hugged Harry.

It was getting very cold, so their friends left. Helene promised to send them all the pictures she took of them both by morning. Harry had ordered warm drinks for both of them, coffee at midnight line she sang as Harry got the door to take their coffee cups.

"They're decaff." He told her.

"It still have caffeine in it." She said taking her cup from him warming her hands.

"Do you like the ring, Babe?" He enquired.

YN couldn't look at the ring that closely as everything happened very quickly, and both of them had to rush in as it was getting colder and supposed to get even more cold.

She looked at the ring, which definitely made it obvious, he got it custom made seeing how extra and vintage looking it was. It screamed Harry. A very every-day-wear ring it was, with a square diamond with a halo of smaller ones around it, both of their birth stones places in engraved space on the either side, on a plain white gold band wrapped around her finger perfectly. It looked expensive!

"I love it!" She cooed.

"Look on the inner side of the band." He said before sipping on his coffee.

YN took off the ring, a gasp left her mouth as she saw both of their first initials engraved on the band, the tiny crevices of the letters filled with gold metal which stood out against the white metal, she was already impressed by the birth stone details.

She put her ring back and straddled his lap hugging him tightly. He carefully kept the hot cup of his coffee on the side table, wrapped his own arms around her.

"You said you asked my dad, when did you do that?" She moved back to look at him.

"I might have stopped by when I was coming back from Tokyo." He explained, "I was terrified, but, your dad was super nice."

"Oh, that's why my mum was asking if I was sure about us, like for a week straight." YN shared, "she stopped as it was clearly making me frustrated."

"She cares about you a lot." He cooed.

"She does, a little too much." She agreed.

"So, should we get to planning the wedding?" He asked with a cheeky smirk.

"Why no— ahhhh!" She held onto him tightly as he got up without any warning holding onto her making his way to their bed. "What you exactly want to start planning?"

"The wedding night." He told her lying her down, supporting her head though the mattress was very comfy. "Or where do you want to go for honeymoon."

"God! Let us take our time with planning the wedding. My boss is ACTUALLY fire me this time." She said. Harry managed to fit in between her thighs.

"We'll worry about that later, now let's worry about checking out one thing of my bucket list." He peppered her face with small tender kisses, "shall we?"

"I don't... know.." she teases.

"We'll see." He challenged her.

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E N D N O T E :

I need a Harry in my life.

Also, I tried something new. This usually works in books with longer plots. It was a bit difficult to write the song parts there but I tried my best.

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Affectionate moments with the Todorokis

Request: Can I get some Todoroki fluff and when I say todoroki I mean all of the todoroki children thank you very much- anonymous

Okay now we can proudly call Dabi a Todoroki. The waiting is over, we’ve won this war ladies and gentlemen. I need some soft Dabi right now so I’m happy to oblige. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, maybe some angst if you squint

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki

-He isn’t the most affectionate person both in private and out in public.

-The maximum effort he will put while out in public might be just a hand on your lower back to ground you when things are kinda spiraling out of control.

-But apart from that nothing.

-Now when you were just fuck buddies he couldn’t care less about affection.

-He was just here to have some fun and then he was out the door.

-But when things change drastically between the two of you and he realizes that he really can’t stand the idea of losing you, his demeanor changed.

-He had come to see how important you were and how dependent he had become of your presence.

-Boy really couldn’t function without you around.

-So he changed his antics around you.

-He no longer left after your shared nights and he would even go as far as to hold you or help you clean up.

-You thought that that was the most you were going to get from him, that he had nothing else to give apart from those moments of affection.

-You were wrong though.

-After a rather hard mission he would come and cuddle you out of nowhere.

-He would bury his face in your neck as his torso lay between your legs while you gently stroked his hair.

-It would help him fall asleep most of the time but on the rare occasion he could manage to stay awake he would talk to you.

-Those conversations weren’t of any value; it was dumb stuff that came to mind and he just felt like sharing.

-Then after one too many close calls he would begin to tell you your importance.

-After witnessing you almost getting killed time and time again, making his heart almost come out of his mouth every time you nearly dodged an attack he couldn’t hold back.

-He would pepper you with kisses as he would flip you over so you were on top of him, your head tucked into his neck while his rough cheeks would rub on your plush ones.

-It always hit him hard when he couldn’t protect you.

-He wasn’t *that* stupid, he knew his job wasn’t to protect you and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in that dumpster fire of a league but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying.

-Those shared moments of pure domesticity and normality between the both of you made it hard for him to deny that he was indeed falling in love.

-And he hated it because he knew that at some point, when push comes to shove, he would have to choose between you and his goal.

-And he wasn’t so sure what he would decide to follow.

-When you broke the news to him that you were expecting, around the time Shiggy was putting his grand plan into action, he knew what he would choose in an instant.

-But you wouldn’t budge; you knew what his dreams meant to him and you wouldn’t let him throw it all away for you.

-He could have this new life after the battle, after the dust had settled and all had been revealed.

-So, with a camera in hand, you helped him make the masterpiece that would show the world who Endeavor really was.

-And you couldn’t be prouder of your lover.

Fuyumi Todoroki

-Ahhh soft girl hours.

-Okay now Fuyumi is the type of person to go all out for their significant other.

-So PDA is on the table even if it makes her a little uncomfortable at times.

-She’s kind of a people pleaser so as long as you are happy she is happy no matter how uncomfortable she might feel at the moment.

-But like the great girlfriend that you are, and because you would kill for her, you push her to tell you what she really thinks about certain situations.

-And the moment she tells you that PDA is kinda meh, you yeet yourself away from her.

-Holding hands wherever you are is a must, a request or rather a demand made from the queen herself.

-She just likes feeling you next to her and what better way than holding your hand?

-Apart from that demand of hers she never ever asks for anything else in that department.

-Like girly believes that you have to earn your love and others won’t just give it to you.

-That you need to prove yourself as useful so you can get affection.

-An effort-reward dynamic.

-And you can safely assume that we can’t have that here.

-THIS IS A LOVE INFESTED HOUSEHOLD GET YOUR ASS HERE AND TAKE SOME OF MY LOVE.

-When you ask her to move in with you, she sees that as her opportunity to shine, to show you that ‘oh I’m not useless’.

-Baby will try doing all the house work and such.

-You legit have to call her to cuddle.

-You’ll be working on your laptop, sprawled on the couch when you see your girlfriend just mopping.

- “Fuyu come here.”

- “But I still have to-”

- “Forget about that, you’ve done enough I just want to hold you.”

-She just flushes bright red before putting the mop away and moving to settle in your lap.

-Her head is on your shoulder while she plays softly with your hair, her legs stretching across the coach as you continue to type mindlessly on your computer.

-You give her the occasional forehead kisses while she nuzzles your cheek.

-Last we have chaotic girlfriend hours when she’ll straight up straddle you and start doing your makeup.

-You both burst out laughing every five minutes because you get overwhelmed due to the fact that she’s a) straddling you and b) she’s too close to your face and you can’t help but want to kiss her.

-I want a girlfriend…..

Natsuo Todoroki

-College boyyyyy.

-He is in general a neutral person.

-I mean he will give you a kiss on the cheek while he is leaving for his class but he won’t full out make out with you in front of others.

-So things are pretty chill between you two.

-He has almost the same mindset as Fuyumi so at first he would try to prove himself to you so he would be worth your love but once you caught on you smothered him.

-Now baby loves his kisses.

-He needs them to function okay?

-Every morning he will wake up and if you have slept over he will wake you up with nuzzling his nose in your neck and softly tracing shapes on your stomach.

-Then after his kiss good morning and his first I love you of the day he is ready to go.

-If however you are in your dorm/apartment, he will sulk until he sees you.

-He has that puppy love.

-Natsuo suffers from trauma from his family.

-It’s common knowledge.

-He hates looking weak, especially in front of you, so whenever he has a fight with his father or Touyas’ anniversary rolls around he tends to become distant.

-Try as you might, you can never truly get him to speak to you about those issues and let you help you.

-You weren’t part of his childhood, you don’t know what it was like but you can try to make him feel better.

-In reality you were ready to devote your every waking minute to him if he let you.

-But that Todoroki pride gets in the way and he doesn’t let you see him like that.

-Until the villain attack when his father saved him.

-Endeavor looked so genuine when he talked to him and all he did was scream at him.

-Was he too cruel?

-So he made his way to your apartment and without missing a beat he attached himself to you and finally, finally, letting himself be vulnerable.

-After his break down you started to rock back and forth before turning on your stereo and putting on a slow song.

-Taking his hand you started dancing in the middle of your living room, Natsuos’ arm wrapped around your waist bringing you flush to his chest as his head stayed buried in your hair.

-You would hum the tune as you moved around.

-This became somewhat of a ritual whenever things got bad inside his head.

-You would just put on that song and calm him down.

-And that was the best thing someone has ever done for him.

Shouto Todoroki

-Ah poor baby.

-He is touch starved like very touch starved.

-My mans is out there longing for someone to tell him it's okay since the age of five.

-Anyways.

-He really doesn’t know how to communicate his needs though so you’ll have to figure out on your own what he wants.

-He might recoil at first but don’t be disheartened.

-Baby has been abused ever since he was born so of course he will be reluctant to let anyone touch him.

-Subtle things are the go to at first.

-Linking your pinkies under the table or maybe sitting closer to each other.

-Kisses are rare and far apart but they exist.

-Now things change after some time.

-Depending on his relationship with his parents that is.

-When his dad starts to try and redeem himself and he wants to be an active part of his sons’ life *GET THE FUCK AWAY BITCH*, Shouto is really conflicted.

-Especially when he doesn’t get his hero license on the first try.

-So that’s when his touch starved side comes into the light.

-He’s stressed out of his mind and he needs comfort but of course he doesn’t know how to convey that to others.

-You pick up on it and start giving subtle reassuring touches.

-Squeezing his hand when you notice him spacing out.

-Giving him a quick hug before he enters class in the mornings.

-And as time goes by you peck him on the cheek before he leaves.

-He becomes addicted and soon enough he’s initiating things on his own, giving YOU kisses each morning and coming to your dorm for “study” dates turned to cuddle sessions.

-You guys have a ritual for whenever things get extremely bad; when he can’t seem to stop flinching away from sudden movement, when he can’t recall anything about his older brother or when Endeavor says something again about his friends/you.

-He will come to your room with a pillow and some snacks if he remembers them.

-You’ll put on a movie and he’ll just sit in between your legs, his head tucked under your chin as you run your fingers through the soft strands.

-He might break down, he might not, it depends each time.

-But he knows that this time he doesn’t have to face anything alone, that he is loved and cherished and that you’ll be there to pick him up when everything seems meaningless.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Best Parts Of Him

Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader

Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl

Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.

Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey

A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!

Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)

I can still remember the first time I saw

Those brown eyes staring into mine

It was in that moment I felt a love

I never knew I would find

It's like God took my heart right out of my chest

Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.

"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)

And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress

And painted the most beautiful smile in the world

And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls

The day he made my baby girl

Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.

You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.

"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.

"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.

"These are for you dragă."

"Thank you."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all of your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.

"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.

You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.

"I won." You said proudly.

"Good job dragă."

She's as sweet as the syrup

She dripped on her dress

Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess

"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.

"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.

"How about pig tails?"

"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.

"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."

"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That's what I thought."

You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone

Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone

And I've made so many mistakes in my life

At least I did one thing right, my baby girl

Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.

"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."

"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.

"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."

"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.

"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.

"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.

"In what?" He smiled.

I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.

There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life

Just say the word and I'm by your side

And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong

You'll never face them alone

Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.

"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.

"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.

"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.

"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.

"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."

"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)

"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)

'Cause those best parts of me

Will never leave you

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

And if there comes a time

When I'm not around

You know where I'll be found

My baby girl

My baby girl, oh

A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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What are your favourite places to travel to and what's one place you want to travel to? Also unrelated, but what was that mysterious orange powder you found in the laundry room and what happened when you set it one fire? Ooh! Did you ever get a really bad burn? What's the worst injury you've ever got? Sorry if I sound like an annoying five year old it's because I am. Have a nice day! <3

oh asks like these are so much fun!! this is so sweet, and I don't think you sound annoying at all! I hope you also have a nice day, as today I finished my intersession courses so I have the afternoon free before my actual summer courses start tomorrow, which is nice

(if you want to unlock the Quil Lore it's under the readmore for space reasons)

I actually don't know if I have specific answers to the travel questions, as my family doesn't really travel. And when we do it's specifically to visit family, and we happen to stop at other places along the way sometimes. But out of those I'd say my favorite would be the Cabin. My great-grandparents own a cabin on a lake up in Minnesota, so when we visited family more often we'd go there and swim and see our cousins. Last time we were there we had a seaweed fight (cause it's a lake) and nailed my cousin Oliver in the face, which was excellent. Though I did also enjoy playing on the farm (other side of the family) as a kid and helping feed the calves. I really don't have a lot of travel experience to draw on and it's frequently stressful, but the Cabin is the best answer I have to that question!

As for places I want to travel, I'd say Mexico is pretty high on the list. I'm Mexican, but I've only ever been once when I was four, and I'd like to go back so I can actually remember it. A college nearby has a study abroad opportunity that tours the various ruins and historical sites (think Aztec), so I think something like that but maybe if I could do it outside of school and just for the enjoyment would be my ideal trip. Other than that I'd probably just follow along wherever my partner went, as they like to travel more than me.

The mysterious orange powder!! I'm. How did you even. Either you have a great memory or you were looking very far back in my posts because I don't think I posted about that recently. I think the mystery orange powder was some form of borax? We don't have it anymore so I can't confirm but it was like. Really granulated and light orange and didn't look like borax. But the suspicious box it was in was labelled borax, but that was a handwritten label in sharpie so I don't know if I really trust it. As for what happened when I set it on fire, fire happened!! My phone is being annoying and not letting me access the video I have saved of it and I don't remember which substance had the biggest reaction, but I do know that I got a pretty solid orange, yellow, blue, and purple flame. The only chemical I can remember rn is that sodium-free salt is what made the purple and the blue was just hand sanitizer. Red and green were unsuccessful but also I was doing it with chemicals any person can get their hands on. I couldn't easily access lithium or copper to get red and green. Did get to set those on fire in class a month or two ago tho :)

and I have not gotten a bad burn before!! I get small ones from time to time because sometimes I forget that you're not supposed to touch hot things and then I do and get little baby burns on my hands--the toaster oven is the source of most of these tbh. I do also have a habit of accidentally pouring boiling water on my fingers too. For instant noodles in a cup where you hold back the lid a little and pour in hot water, sometimes I'm overzealous and pour too aggressively and it gets on my fingers. But I don't usually feel it for some reason. Like I can feel that I just poured water on my fingers, but it doesn't register as hot despite it literally steaming, so that's the closest to bad burns I've got!!

Kinda the same situation with the worst injury situation, as I don't really have one! I've gotten injured throughout my life, but there's no noteworthy injury I can give. I can say that I used to have blisters on my hands all of the time as a kid. I loved the monkey bars and spider bars and anything else I could climb on (I got told off from time to time because I'd climb things I wasn't supposed to), so my hands were always absolutely destroyed despite having calluses. My mom will also occasionally tell me about the time I, as a toddler, fell face first through a bench--one of the kinds that has a bottom and a back but no in between, like this--onto the ground and had a bruise for weeks on my face.

But yeah I really don't think I have a "worst injury" because I haven't really gotten hurt. I think my mom has the most interesting worst injury in my family, cause she got her three front teeth kicked out in a game of hackysack when she was 12-ish.

I think that answers all the questions to the best of my ability!! it's very fun to answer random questions like this so thank you for sending them <33 Now you know a little bit more about me!!

#quil's queries #nonsie #quil lore #random #there are pictures of me in mexico somewhere #and I know one is of me holding a dove #but I have no memory of it #there are actually a lot of videos and photos of me as a kid #i just haven't looked at them in a while #my parents had this video recorder when I was a baby so now we actual literal physical discs of videos of baby me #but they're mini discs so they don't work with a lot of devices #and the one they bought me I haven't taken out of the packaging 5 months later so #I should do that #i'm getting distracted now oops!!#my point is random questions are so fun so thank you for this <33

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littlemixnet · 3 years

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Jade Thirlwall on Little Mix babies, learning the art of self-love & her first foray into the world of beauty.

As she releases an astrology-inspired eyeshadow palette with Beauty Bay. “I suppose I've got quite a hectic life – or had quite a hectic life, before lockdown," Jade reflects as we chat on the phone one (surprisingly) chilly end-of-September morning. “But lockdown gave everyone a chance to reflect and think about their priorities – and so I’ve come out of that experience with even more of a drive and more of an ambition to achieve all of the things that I want.” Outside of music? For 28-year-old Jade Thirlwall – one third of record-breaking girl band Little Mix – making moves in the beauty industry sits high on that list of priorities. “Whenever we do videos, I’m always the one that sends mood boards to the makeup artist and I’m like, ‘Ohhh we should try this look and we should do this eye,'" she laughs. So teaming up with Beauty Bay to release a 42-pan eyeshadow palette inspired by her passion for crystals, spirituality and astrology (who knew?) seemed like a natural step. "I knew that together we could create my dream palette, something which my fans can use to create out of this world of lewks.” Speaking from her London apartment, Jade is relaxed, open and oozing with passion – for her life in Little Mix, her personal life and her upcoming beauty ventures alike. And not to mention: very happy the weather is turning, so she can roll-out her autumn-appropriate palette on post-lockdown nights out, pronto. “I’m a Northern winter girl. I like the cold. I like feeling snuggly. Yeah. Summer is not my vibe to be honest.” I love beauty – always have done from a very early age. This is a bit of a throwback, but I did a makeup course at college back in the day, so I’ve always had a love for makeup throughout the years. I think Little Mix have tried every single thing you can think of when it comes to different looks and trends. I think it’s known amongst my fans particularly that I love experimenting with colour. And I love the whole glam of it all and all the different eyeshadows. Every time I do a shoot or a video it’s a chance to do a different look – and I’m very versatile when it comes to that. So yeah, it felt like once me and Beauty Bay started working together, they are known for doing the best palettes, so it seemed right. Over the past couple of years especially, me and the girls have started delving into more of the things that we’re individually passionate about or into whilst working together, and it has been really lovely. We’re obviously really supportive of each other’s ventures, and I suppose it gives the fans more of a chance to see what we’re into ourselves. And it gives people that don’t really know a lot about Little Mix or about us individually, it gives those people a chance to be like oh, actually… so Jade is into this sort of thing and Leigh likes this sort of thing and Perrie is into that and… yeah. It has been lovely, and I suppose the last sort of year and a half has given us all a chance to reflect and think about the things we want to do on our own as well as in a group. I’m at a point now in my life that I’m definitely so comfortable in my own skin. I know exactly what works for me. I’m not afraid to try new things and experiment with colour and stuff like that. I think as someone who loves art and stuff in general as well it just sort of lends itself well. It's an art form to me, makeup, and expressing yourself that way is really amazing. So it felt really right [to collaborate on an eyeshadow palette with Beauty Bay]. I suppose lockdown – it has given everyone a chance to gain a better perspective of all the things that they're into. The best version of myself in terms of makeup is just elevating my natural beauty. I think everyone should do that! I think when I first started out in Little Mix and as a teenager, makeup was worn as a mask to cover who I really was, if that makes sense. And as I’ve got older, I’ve realised that it isn’t a mask; makeup is more of an expression of who you actually are, and it’s not to cover yourself up. It’s to elevate yourself. And so, now, whenever I do a look, I don’t tend to cake it on as much as I used to. I do things that accentuate my features already and don’t try and hide it. I think my go-to makeup on a night out or something is just a classic bronze-y beautiful eye. That’s my go-to because it suits my skin tone and I feel like nobody can go wrong with a lovely golden bronze-y eye. And that’s definitely in the palette. I think this palette was an opportunity to show everyone a bit more about myself that may be they didn’t know – like my love for crystals and healing crystals; my spirituality which is definitely something I’ve become more and more passionate about over the past few years. I needed something that kept me grounded and kept me well, mentally and physically. And so, spirituality became a part of that and I’m obsessed with crystals. My mam is obsessed with crystals and so that was one of the first thoughts when making the palette was incorporating all of that. And so, that’s kind of the original inspiration. I feel like the palette – it was important for me to have something for everyone, because I’m well aware that some people don’t like experimenting too much or some people love having loads of fun. So when I agreed to do this with Beauty Bay, I wanted to make sure it catered to every kind of person and every different skin tone. No matter how much you want to be adventurous or not, it’s all in there. I always have crystals with me wherever I am. Certain ones are catered to certain aspects of your life or what you need in that moment. I’ve labelled a couple of shades in the palette after my favourite ones – tourmaline is my favourite, which wards off any negativity. I think no matter how much people believe in it or not, just from a psychological perspective, for me, it’s all about grounding yourself. I think it’s really important to get rid of any negative energy and constantly keep the positive coming in. I suppose I don’t really have a specific religion so I use that as a means to believe in something greater than me and that works for me. There have definitely been a lot of changes in my life recently. A lot has happened. Obviously me and the girls are a three – two of the girls have just had babies so there's been a lot of change in my life. I’ve met someone, fallen in love, and all of that soppy stuff, so – yeah! It definitely feels like, more than ever, a lot has been happening all at once. But it’s so exciting and as we’ve said before, lockdown gave everyone a chance to reflect and think about their priorities and think about things they really want to focus on. I’ve come out of that experience with even more of a drive and more of an ambition to achieve all of the things that I want to achieve and be there more for my family and friends – and obviously go out more and wear more makeup! 'Cos I’ve spent a year and a half in the flat with nothing on and lounging around so it has been nice to start glamming up again. The other girls are loving being new mums, honestly they’ve taken to it so well. I always knew they’d be great mams, I went to see Leigh last week and met the twins who are so beautiful, they just slept the whole time – but you know what, it was so weird because all I’ve ever known is being round the girls and it being us and just us. And for the first time it's actually dawning on us that they’ve had children – actually seeing them there in front of us, like they’re real; it wasn’t a prop. I feel like because of all the music videos we’ve been doing with them pregnant, I don’t know why but in my head I kind of just didn’t think it was real or like – every time we’d been doing a music video we’d base it around their pregnancies, so every character we’d play in a music video would revolve around them being pregnant as well so it was almost like a fun little act that we were doing. So seeing Leigh and seeing the babies was like, “Oh, they’re here and they’re perfect and you’re a mum now and you’ve got to do this.” But I’m so proud of them and they smashed the pregnancies. They were absolute Queens, working hard – and they had each other which I suppose really helped them. It’s amazing. I am hoping to see Perrie soon and be the best Auntie I can be. I’ve never thought about comparing myself - it’s not me, it’s everybody else. It’s other people around me that try and put that pressure on me, I don’t know if being in a group dynamic has may be meant that I’ve got used to comparison and so it doesn’t effect me as much. Everyone’s in different places in their life and sometimes it’s assumed that I should feel, ‘cos I’m a woman, that I’m behind and I should feel a certain type of way that I’m not at that point in my life yet… But I’m so unbelievably proud of where I am at in my life and what I’ve achieved and my career. I’ve got an amazing boyfriend, I’ve got amazing friends and family, and I’m a businesswoman –why would I feel left out?! But it's interesting… like every interview it gets asked like “Are you feeling broody?”, and I’m like “No, hun! Are you?! Do you want me to ask you if you want to have a child or children?". Like, it’s quite a personal question, isn’t it? So it has felt a bit invasive at times… I think that everyone moves at different paces and I’m happy with mine. If my beauty cabinet was on fire, there are three things I'd save. Obviously I’m going to say the palette because I’ve put far too much work into that to let it burn, so that has got to come with us. I feel so proud looking at it – when I see Jade on top of it and I open it and it’s all shades that I’ve named and it’s all colours that I like – there’s no way I’m letting that go up in flames. So that’s coming with us. Then I’d say maybe just a classic nude lip, I’d have to grab. Because I feel like if you’re having a no makeup day, as long as you’ve got a bit of a nude lip on and nothing else, you’re sorted – do you know what I mean? And then finally… third product… may be a brow brush? Which I never thought I’d say but brows are so big now aren’t they, hun? They’re a priority. As long as they’re brushed up and they’re all in the right place then we’re good. X-Factor Jade would've saved three very different makeup products. A fuchsia pink lip, a massive lash… and, what else… brows just weren’t a thing to me then it’s so wild to me like the change in trends and stuff… maybe a lip gloss or something? But I mean, back then, especially for us girls, I think makeup artists got so excited at the thought of a new girl band that anything went. It was just throw anything on our faces and hope for the best at that point. It was a hot mess. But it was also of that time, like pop stars were really doing the most – like you had Katy Perry… it was all really colourful wasn’t it? Nicki Minaj… all these artists who were doing like really bright bold makeup looks and the eye colour would be very different to the lip… and y’know we’d have feathers on our eyelashes. It really was throwing the kitchen sink in so we’ve definitely learnt to mellow down over the years for sure. In ten years time, I’d like to still be performing with the girls. We’ll be doing something together. I’ll have built more of my empire. Maybe more beauty things and more other things I’m into like art and my businesses up North. As it stands, every year I get older I get more confident in myself so I’d like to imagine in ten years time I’ll be at a place where literally no body is going to affect me when it comes to self-love. And maybe I’d be helping to support another girl band by that point as well. It’s getting a bit lonely out here. We need more. So, yeah – I’ll be helping flying the flag there, I suppose.

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years

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Walk Away-3

After so long apart you finally agree to see Sam and tell him the truth

You groaned as you sat back against the wall hoping this newest wave of nausea would pass.. It was normal according to the obgyn Tasha had helped you get into. You had just entered into your second trimester and found out the gender of the baby at your last appointment. She was growing perfectly and doing a number on your insides in the process. You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Max leaned against the doorway leading into the bathroom with a cup of tea in his hand. He held it out to you with a smile “Ginger tea with honey and lemon” You thanked him as you took the cup and allowed yourself a small sip of the warm liquid.

He walked a little further into the room before sitting down next to you his long legs stretched out in front of him “Donna Hanscum called again” you nodded before saying “That doesn’t really surprise me..has Jody and the girls started their rounds again?” he let out a sharp laugh “Not yet, it holds them off when they can talk with you but I had to tell Donna you weren’t here considering you don’t want Sam to know you’re currently starting to move past smuggling a basketball into smuggling a beach ball” “He doesn’t need to know” you mumbled but Max shook his head “He loves you Y/N. I don’t know what happened but he wouldn’t be trying this hard to get you to talk to him if he didn’t”

You leaned your head back against the wall then rolled your head over to look at Max “If and it’s a big if but if I was to agree to see him and Dean could you put a glamour on me?” his eyes went to your ever growing stomach “Oh you mean to hide the bump?” you nodded and he scratched his chin in thought then nodded “I think I can manage that with Alicia’s help. I’ll call Erik too, he's better at stuff along those lines” “Thanks Max and thank Erik for me too” he stood to go call Erik who was his boyfriend of a little over three years. You’d known him for a while but had gotten to know him better over the last few weeks considering his mom was your doctor. “When are you going to call Sam?” he asked from the door so you shrugged “When Jody calls I’ll tell her it’s fine to give Dean my new number then go from there” he nodded then walked out the room.

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Sam was sitting at the table in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee and trying to ignore just how much the bunker itself seemed to miss your presence. How had he messed everything up this bad? How had Dean been able to see just how much pain you were in but he couldn’t? Christ he was an idiot. If he could do it over he would have never gone on that very first hunt where all of you met Lila.

She didn’t hold a candle to you. You were...hell you were a force of nature. Everyone who knew you was drawn to you. You were caring but strong, courageous but smart. You would dive in feet first to help someone you cared about and even strangers. He’d seen you go toe to toe with more than one demon just to save a life. You were a soft touch when needed but also was the first to make someone shake off any self doubt and get their fire back.

When Alex had needed help paying for college you’d found grants seemingly out of thin air. When Patience would get upset about her broken relationship with her father she’d call you. You were one of the few people Claire would take advice from without rolling her eyes.

As for the way you’d changed not only his life but Dean and Cas’ as well he didn’t have the words for. Dean never got a chance to withdraw into himself with you around because you’d be at his door slipping new cds under it or bribing him out with food and western movie marathons. Cas always seemed to brighten up when you walked into a room because you never let a day pass without reminding him just how important he was to what you called your family group.

When you’d come into Sam’s life you’d knocked him flat on his ass metaphorically speaking and literally speaking. He’d ended up catching a punch from you on accident. Dean had teased him that your right hook was what made him fall in love with you. Looking up to see a woman as beautiful as you were apologizing but calling him an idiot for getting in your way at the same time did help matters. From that day forward you were all he could think about. The day you finally moved into the bunker was the happiest day of his life.

The dreams of a so-called normal life was behind him but with you a new normal started to form in his mind. He never felt more whole than when you were in his arms. Waking up to you curled against his chest or with his arm around your waist was the most peace he’d ever felt. He loved you more than he ever dreamed possible to love someone after losing Jess. He felt like such a failure because he had apparently not shown you that. When you started to talk with Donna, Jody and the girls at least he knew you were alive,healthy and indeed staying with the Banes twins.

He knew they lived near a small town on the upper west coast but that was all he did know. He wanted nothing more than to track them down and beg for the chance to see you but for now at least knowing you were ok was the best compromise he was going to get. He sighed and looked down at his laptop. He had a few news websites up but his heart wasn’t in trying to find a case, his heart was wherever you were. He could hear Dean talking to someone in the library and thought maybe he had a case until he heard Dean say your name.

He quickly moved around the corner to see Dean pacing across the floor as he spoke on the phone. He caught a few words of what Dean was saying “Are you sure?...Yeah I promise...look you have my word...I will...ok...and sweetheart it’s good to hear from you” Was Dean talking to you? Why had you called Dean? Was something wrong? Were you hurt? He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn’t realized Dean had not only hung up but had called his name three times.

“SAM!” Dean spoke harshly and he blinked a few times glancing at the phone still in his brother’s hand “Was that Y/N?” Dean nodded “Yeah she told Jody it was ok to pass her new number on to me..She’s willing to see you but she has a few conditions” “Anything, I’ll agree to anything” Sam answered quickly his mind going into overdrive at the thought of seeing you.

Dean nodded again then said “Grab your stuff. I’ll text her and let her know we’re hitting the road. I’ve got to call Max when we get close enough and he’ll come meet us to lead us up to their place”

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“Are you sure you can’t tell?” you asked Erik for the sixth time since he’d finished the glamour. He sighed and shook his head “I’m sure. I’ve hid entire buildings, your little baby bump isn’t even a challenge” you smiled then smoothed the shirt you were wearing self consciously.

“Alicia why did I agree to talk to Sam again?” She walked in behind you and held out a bottle of water “Because you’re still in love with him, it’s blaringly obvious no matter what happened he’s still in love with you because they’ve made the trip from Lebanon in record time. Even if today doesn’t go well at least you know you tried” you took a deep breath and nodded. She was right of course. When Erik’s phone went off you nearly jumped out of your skin but his hand on your arm kept you in place “Calm down Y/N, that was just Max. They’re coming up the driveway”

No sooner than the words came out of Erik’s mouth you heard the familiar rumble of the Impala’s engine. Any other time that was music to your ears but now it made you a little queasy. Erik shot you a smile before grabbing his jacket “Me and Max are headed into town but when you want to lower the glamour I showed Alicia how ok?” you nodded “Thanks again Erik” “Anytime”

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You took a deep breath when you heard the boots on the porch so Alicia moved to answer the door. You weren’t in direct eyesight so you heard Dean first say “Alicia, good to see you” she greeted him then said “Hi Sam” you felt your heart flip when he said “Hey Alicia, I um thank you for being a place she could come to” “She’s always welcome wherever me and Max are and we make sure she knows it” that was one of the many things you loved about Alicia. Her words and tone of voice was friendly but the underlying venom of having comforted a hurt friend was still very much there.

“Y/N?” Alicia called out as she shut the door behind the boys as if she didn’t know for a fact you were hiding in the small hallway between the front door and kitchen. “Right here” you replied stepping around the corner. Dean smiled when he saw you “Well you’re a sight for sore eyes” you were glad when he just hugged you with one arm around your shoulders on the off chance of him brushing against your stomach.

“I see you’ve actually managed to stay alive without me which is a miracle in itself” you teased with a tense smile trying to calm your nerves before meeting Sam’s eyes. God those fucking eyes of his. You stood there for a second staring at each other before Dean turned to Alicia “You got something to drink? Alcoholic or otherwise. I’d settle for tea or coffee” she gave him a small smile before winking at you and herding him towards the kitchen.

Once the two of you were alone you both started to speak at the same time. You laughed nervously “You want to go first?” he nodded then let out a harsh breath “I’m sorry. I know that probably falls flat but I am. You are the most important person in my life. I love you with everything in me and I failed to show you that. I failed to realize how much my actions were hurting you. I made you think I wanted someone else and I pushed you away. I don’t expect you to forgive me and I don’t expect you to come back with me but I’m grateful you chose to let me come here and tell you that face to face” You should’ve known with pregnancy hormones on top of everything else that you’d end up in tears. You wiped them away before they could fall before saying “Sam..god just tell me why? Why did you act like that towards her? Was the attachment to me the only thing stopping you? The fear of all our friends taking my side? Of your brother siding with me?”

“Baby no” he breathed and took a step towards you but when you quickly crossed your arms over your chest and stepped back he froze in his tracks. “I guess it was the feeling of losing someone you love to a demon. I’ve been there before then with what happened to her husband. It got me thinking about what happened to Jess happening to you. That’s not an excuse because you told me that you wanted other hunters backing her and I didn’t listen but please baby please know I have never wanted anyone else since the day I met you”

“But you didn’t listen to me Sam. That’s why I left! That’s why I came here and got them to ward me so you couldn’t find me. I couldn’t sit around waiting for you to break my heart and I’m not coming back with you no matter how much I want nothing more than to jump into your arms right now. If you want us...If you want a second chance before I tell you something I need a promise that you’ll be ok with it taking time, with me being here and you in Lebanon. I need you to actually think about it before you answer me Sam” you were trying so hard not to cry because you knew for a fact Dean and Alicia were standing just on the other side of that kitchen door waiting to intervene if you needed them to.

“I’d do anything for a second chance for us, to prove to you just how much you mean to me” you nodded slowly then called out “Alicia can you and Dean come here?” the door swung open quickly to both of them nearly stumbling over each other. “Yeah sweetie?” she asked so you braced yourself then said “They need to know” “And you’re sure?” she questioned so you nodded “Yeah I’m sure”

“Need to know what?” Dean asked but Alicia was already repeating the words Erik had told her would drop the glamour. The moment it faded and your stomach was back visibly rounded Dean’s eyes widened and poor Sam looked like he may faint or puke. “Is that why you left?” Sam asked quietly and you shook your head “I didn’t find out until about a month after I left. That’s why I came here”

Dean recovered quicker and held a hand out “Can I?” you nodded “She is your niece after all” “Niece, so it’s a girl?” he asked with a grin. Your hand came to cover Dean’s so you could place it on the light movements but your eyes never left Sam’s as you said “Yeah I just found out last week” a light kick made Dean’s grin get bigger “Look at that. She’s strong already” “Just like her mom” Alicia replied then reached for Dean’s arm “Let’s give them another minute” Dean nodded and kissed your cheek before saying “I love you kid and I’m gonna love her too” then followed her back into the kitchen.

Sam had remained silent so you finally looked up at him “Are you going to say anything?” a slight smile slipped onto his face before he quietly said “Can I touch you now? Because I really want to hug you and feel our daughter move” you moved towards him and he pulled you against his chest without hesitation. One large hand held your back while the other rested on your stomach “I love you Y/N. I’ll prove to you that things will be different. Nothing means more to me than you and her” you smiled up at him through the tears in your eyes “I love you too Sam”

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years

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My Hero

Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: Smut

Disclaimer: There is unprotected sex in this story, so remember a condom a day keeps them babies away!

*divider by @writeyourmindaway*

Word Count: 2,302

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You were pushing your cart through the grocery store and scanning the many items you knew that you didn't need.

"This is why we never shop on an empty stomach," you said to yourself.

When you reached the end of the aisle your cart hit a man's legs.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine," a small laugh escaped his lips. "Y/N?"

You finally looked up at him, "Yes?"

"Wow, I thought that was your voice that I'd heard."

"My voice?" You asked, confused.

Blue eyes, wide grin, deep dimple in his chin.

"Clark?" Your eyes were wide with realization.

"It's me," he said.

"No way, look at you," you scanned him from head to toe. "You've come a long way from the scrawny kid who I used to walk home with from school."

You threw your arms around his neck for a hug and quickly pulled away. You would swear that you could feel every muscle in his rock hard body.

"So, uh, when did you get back in town?" He asked.

"Few days ago. My dad retired and moved to California. He's left getting rid of the house, to me of course."

"I'm surprised he left. He loved that house."

"Yeah, well, he says he needed a change since my mom passed away, but I think this Superman guy just freaks him out a little bit," you shrugged.

"Understandable," he replied.

"Well, um, how about you come over for dinner tonight, so we can really catch up?" You suggested.

"Oh, no, I couldn't impose."

"Why not? You got big plans for those TV dinners?"

He looked down at the four Hungry Man meals he was holding.

"That's what I thought. I'll see you at 8pm, Kent." You pushed your cart forward to the checkout line.

He watched as you walked away. Willing himself not to use his x-ray vision to look through your clothes.

Clark showered quickly when he got home. He looked through his closet and cursed himself. How many flannel shirts does one man need? He settled on a blue and gray shirt and pulled it on.

"Where are you going?" Martha questioned him.

"Uh, you'll never guess who I ran into today. You remember Y/N?" He asked his mother.

"Of course, I do. How could I ever forget the sweet girl who walked my baby home everyday to save him from bullies?" She patted his cheek and laughed.

"Funny," he mocked her. "She invited me over for dinner tonight, so I needed to change."

"Oh, well, that's good. You haven't been out since, um... ever."

"Ma, it's really just old friends catching up. It's not a date."

At least, that's what he'd said out loud, but his racing heart was telling a different story. Martha raised an eyebrow and turned to leave. She didn't need enhanced senses to know her son was telling a lie.

Clark thought back to the day the two of you had become friends. He was a grade ahead of you, so you never really spoke until...

You trailed behind the crowd a bit, as always, with your black Cane Corso, Tiny in tow. He was massive, so his name definitely didn't match, but when he was just a puppy, he was so tiny that you carried him zipped up in your hoodie wherever you went.

Every day, Tiny would come to the school and sit with the parents waiting to pick up their kids. Even though he was huge, he was a sweetie and everyone loved him, so no one ever complained about him running around alone.

When the group ahead of you reached the junkyard. You heard Jessie, the school bully, telling Clark to get out of the truck. Once you reached the yard, you saw Jessie throw Clark to the ground and raise his fist as if he was gonna hit him.

"Come on, fight back! Get up, Kent!" He yelled at him.

"Why don't you leave him alone, Jessie? He doesn't want to fight." You said from behind them.

They all turned to look at you.

"Hey, stay out of it and mind your business!" He pointed at you.

"Make me," you said.

Tiny growled and crouched low to the ground when Jessie took a step towards you. You stayed in your spot as he slowly walked towards the other kids and came to a stop right in front of Clark.

The group backed away slowly with their hands lifted in surrender.

"I don't want to see any of you bothering him again, got it?" You asked.

"Y-y-y-yeah. Yeah, I got it. Just call him off."

"It's okay, Tiny, let them go," you walked closer to your dog.

He was almost as tall as you were sitting on his haunches.

You made a hand motion for them to go and they all practically ran away. You turned to help Clark off the ground and brushed some dirt off of him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," he said softly.

Mr. Kent made his way over to the two of you. Tiny wagged happily and waited for a few pets from the older man. He ran off plenty of times to the Kent's farm to play with their dog Hank. Plus, he and your father had known one another since childhood.

"I'm not sure how you resisted the urge to break his face, but good for you," you said before waving at Mr. Kent and telling Tiny to come along.

From that day forward, you and Clark had been inseparable. He'd walk you home and then head to the farm.

You'd developed a crush on him as the years went by, but never spoke up about it, because you learned very early that nothing was worse than losing your best friend over a failed relationship.

Besides, once he graduated, he took oddest jobs doing manual labor. It caused him to be gone for months at a time and you knew that wasn't a life you wanted, so after you graduated, you went out of state to college in Metropolis and got a job there.

Clark clutched the bottle of wine in his hand as he knocked on the door. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. He'd been to this house dozens of times.

"Hey," you greeted him when you opened the door.

"I brought wine," he held up the bottle.

"Thanks, the food is almost ready, so have a seat and I'll be right back." You hurried off.

Once the two of you sat down for dinner you laughed and talked as if you had never parted ways. He was still the same old goofy Clark Kent that you remembered.

You were now on the couch with your legs comfortably tucked behind you and staring into his eyes.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"Nothing, it's just been so long since I've seen that smile. I'm enjoying it."

His face turned red as he blushed at your compliment.

"I do have a question. Something that's been bugging me all day," you scooted closer.

"What's wrong?"

"You never wore glasses when we were growing up. In fact, you could see so far down the road that I thought you placed things just to be funny."

"What? No, I... um, I had an accident on a job site. There was fire and I was a little close. Messed with my eyesight a little...bit." He stammered over his words.

"You always were such a terrible liar, but I'll let it slide, because you're cute." You sipped from your glass.

"You think I'm cute?" He asked, shocked.

"Yes, I always have," you admitted.

"Really? Why haven't you ever told me that?"

"Oh, please, Clark, like you didn't know that I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids," you rolled your eyes.

"No... Well, I — uh... didn't know for sure."

"Mmm hmm," you straddled his lap. "I know you can hear the way my heart beats faster any time I'm near you." You grabbed his hand and pressed it to your chest.

He shifted beneath you. No doubt trying to will himself not to get an erection.

You swivel your hips ever so slightly. To a normal man, that would have been nothing. But to Clark, it was damn near a sensory overload.

He threw his head back and clamped his eyes shut.

"I know that you know how wet I am for you right now," you lifted your dress and dipped your fingers inside of your panties, swirling your wetness around with your fingers.

He was no longer able to contain his erection.

"Look at me," you said.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. You brushed one of your slick coated fingers over his lips before kissing him softly.

"What are you doing?" He was finally able to ask.

"Whatever I want," you said and slid his glasses off of his face.

He looked nervous. You may recognize him without his glasses, so he quickly kissed you.

You trailed soft kisses from his neck to his ear. Biting the lobe once you reached it.

The soft sigh that he released turned you on even more as you grinded into him again.

He shifted his position, so he could lie you flat on your back.

"Can I taste you?" He asks.

He didn't wait for you to reply. He pulled your already soaked panties to the side and licked at your center.

"Ssss, ooh," you hissed.

You threaded your fingers into his hair and grabbed on to those jet black curls. Rocking your hips slowly as he alternated between licking your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

First you felt one finger slide inside of you and shortly after another followed.

"Yes, baby, don't stop," you moaned.

Clark watched your face as he pleasured you. The way you bit your bottom lip and gripped his hair forced him to buck against the couch cushions for a bit of relief.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm neared, but felt your body being lifted and turned. Before you could grasp what was happening, Clark was now on his back and you were riding his face.

You grabbed on to the arm of the couch and placed one foot on the floor and the other by his head.

"Stick your tongue out," you instructed.

When he stuck his tongue out, you lined it up with your needy cavern and let him fuck you with it. You used your other hand to rub your clit and once again your orgasm was nearing.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You chanted as the familiar feeling washed over your body.

Once again, he readjusted you as if you weighed nothing, bringing you face to face with him. You kissed him again. Moaning into his mouth as your tongues connected.

"Fuck me, Clark, please?" You asked as you unbuttoned his pants and wrapped your hand around his thick throbbing shaft.

He groaned loudly as you stroked him. When you were about to lower yourself onto him he stopped you.

"Wait, I," he cleared his throat, "I've never actually, um, gone all the way..." He admitted.

"I find that very hard to believe with the way you just ate my pussy."

"I learned from... ya know..."

"Good," you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Making sure to keep eye contact as he stretched you wide. "I'm sure you learned how this goes too."

He held on to your hips as you bounced up and down on him. Then he grabbed up the fabric of your dress and ripped it. Kissing the newly exposed globes of your breasts.

He turned you on your back. Lifting your leg high and pushing himself deep into your pussy. Giving you everything that he had.

He tucked his face into your neck as he fucked you.

"Yeah, that's it. Give me that dick, baby," you whispered.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

The closer he got to ecstasy, the more vocal he became.

"Shit!"

"It's okay baby. Give me all that cum. Can I have it?" You asked sweetly.

"Yes!"

"Mmm, yesssss," you clawed at his back as you started cumming. Your pussy tightening around him.

His body started to spasm as he released his load inside of you.

You held on tight until he stopped moving and you loosened your grip. It was only then that you noticed that you were floating in mid air.

"Clark!" You yelped and grabbed onto him again.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, I've got you," he slowly lowered your bodies back down to the sofa.

He pulled out slowly and laid his head in between your breasts taking in the moment. You twirled one of his curls around your finger.

You felt his body suddenly start shaking from laughter.

"What's so funny, Kent?" You asked.

"You just had sex with the kid that you used to protect from bullies. You were my hero,” he said.

"No, I just had sex with the grown man that saves planets."

"So, how long have you known?" He questioned.

"Since the moment I first saw you on TV," you replied.

"Hmm."

"Yeah, and if I hadn't already known, you recognizing my voice from the other aisle when I clearly whispered to myself would've been a dead giveaway."

"Not to mention the whole flying thing just now," he added.

"Exactly," you giggled.

You finally got up before ruining the couch and grabbed his hand to lead him to the bathroom. He looked a little confused at first.

"Surely, you have at least one more round in you, Superman?" You teased.

"I've got as many rounds as you can take," he lifted you and walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

#Clark Kent x reader #Superman x reader #Smut #dc #Clark Kent #Superman #dc smut

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