Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton Words: 4.6k Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut Beta: @blacksiren
@yameme HERE’S YOUR DADDY JUNGKOOK SMUT. CALLIN’ YOU OUT. HAAHA. enjoy~ I hope I did well~
Paring: Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, etc.
You’re a pretty average college student…sort of.
You receive passing grades, have a nice group of friends,
and attend class regularly. But…you don’t live in a dorm, and you don’t have a
‘job’. Strangers reactions are always confused when you tell them that—because
how can you survive when you’re not making money?—and usually they just assume
your parents are wealthy and are putting you through school. And sure, your
parents are lending you a hand in
paying tuition costs, but they’re not that
generous. Or rich.
Your phone buzzing in your pocket is what knocks you out of
your daydreaming, and you flinch, eyes flickering to where your professor is
standing in front of the white board. Luckily, he doesn’t catch your slip
up—the rule of the room being that phones must
be on silent—and you slyly pull the device out from the pocket of your bag.
Come over after your class. I’ll buy you those heels you wanted the
Licking your lips, you stare at the words on the screen for
a good minute, your thighs unconsciously rubbing together in anticipation. Usually
you meet at night—after Jungkook is done with his days, and you’ve finished
your classes—but he wants to meet now?
In the middle of the afternoon?
You try not to smile, imagining how worked up something must
of made him today for him to ask of you out of the blue like this. However,
nonetheless, you reply that you’ll be over soon and deposit your phone back
into your bag, hiding your excitement behind your hand for the remainder of the
When your professor finally dismisses you, you don’t waste a
moment before grabbing your bag and bustling out of the room—your knee-length dress
fluttering behind you.
Exiting the building, you hurriedly make your way to the
usual rendezvous point, smiling when you spot a familiar black car parked in
the pick-up area for students. As you approach the vehicle the lock on the back
door pops up, and you scoot inside, setting your bag on the ground and flashing
a polite look to the familiar, well-dressed driver.
“Miss,” he nods in acknowledgment and then shifts gears,
pulling away from the university and starting towards the middle of the city.
Cars bustle up and down the street, and you stare out the tinted window along
the practically memorized route.
You’d traveled to Jungkook’s residence far too many times now…
Pulling up to the building, you ready your bag and thank
Jungkook’s driver for the ride, stepping out of the car and kicking the door
closed behind you. Gliding across the lobby of the luxurious apartment
building, you step into the elevator and press the button for the floor you
need, silently leaning against the railing and waiting as the doors slide
You hate to admit it but your panties are already feeling
quiet damp, your mind having conjured up many…images along the ride. Obviously, your relationship with Jungkook
isn’t exactly…a romantic, two-kids-in-love type relationship. It’s
Teasing, sex, hungry eyes, wandering hands, payment. He’s the reason you don’t work.
The reason you have far more nice clothing and items than a college student
needs. He’s your dark knight—which you had happened to meet about a six months
ago, in the dark depths of a club on the far end of town. But more so than a dark
knight, he’s your…sugar daddy.
You can’t help shake your head at the term. It hardly feels
right, considering that he’s only in his late 20’s, but—technically
speaking—you are his sugar baby. His very much beloved, very much called upon
At first you’d been doubtful of his proposal when he’d told you
about it on the cold street outside the night club—your car engine shot and no
way to get home. He’d offered you a ride, which had turned into a drunken,
passionate make-out in the backseat, and then a re-route to his house. When you
woke the next morning you had barely remembered what had happened, but you
remembered Jungkook—how could you not? He was more stunning than a marble
statue in an art museum.
“Let me take care of
you,” he had said, brushing your hair out of your eyes, touch gentle, and without
thinking much you had agreed.
Fic request: “Hey hope you aren’t too busy with requests but
could you maybe do a teamiplier x fem!reader where reader is on her period and
just super not feeling well so they try and help her feel better while at the
Sorry this is super late! I hope you enjoy anyway!
You just had to get through a few hours of work and then you could lay down on the couch and sulk. Just a few hours of productivity and you can hate the word. It was a easy plan, a nice, simple plan. But your body didn’t seem to like that very much. Your lower region twisted painfully, so much so that you actually grunted. You tried to cover it up with a cough, but of course, sharp-ears Markiplier caught the sound and looked over at you. “You ok?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. You nodded, trying to keep your face straight. “Just a little stomach ache.” It felt a little childish to play it off, but you felt a little uncomfortable telling a Mark that you were on your period. You grinned at him and returned to your work. Mark noticed the hand that rested against your stomach, applying a little pressure as more cramps tore at your insides. Just a little more work. You told yourself. This is a natural occurrence and it is not going to get in your way. You heard one of the girls climb the stairs behind you. With your back turned to the entrance, you didn’t see Amy approach you until she handed you a hot water bottle. “Mine are pretty bad too,” She admitted with a pitying smile. You thanked her and pressed the bottle to your stomach. Sighing a little as some of the heat seemed to cease the pains.
Suddenly understanding the situation, Mark got from his chair and ventured downstairs. A few minutes later, he returned with a hot beverage and a few painkillers. Trailing behind him was Chica, the puppo wagged her tail as the two approached you. “I don’t know if they work for you, but Amy takes a few meds and drinks hot chocolate.” He told you. You smiled, “You didn’t have to Mark, but thank you.” He nodded and returned to his desk. Chica however stayed by you, lying down by your chair and gently pawed your shoe. You smiled and reached down, scratching the top of her head. Though the painkiller were helping a little, you started to feel quite drowsy and a headache started to form. Sighing, you retreated from you desk to the couch. Collapsing onto it and moaning into the pillows. “That bad, huh?” You heard Mark ask. You nodded, your face still squashed into the pillow. “What’s wrong with (Y/N)?” Ethan asked, climbing the stairs. “Period,” You mumbled. Too grumpy and sore to hide it any longer. Ethan flushed a little, but carried on. “Do you want some painkillers or something?” “I’ve already given some to her,” Mark said, wincing as you let loose another grunt of pain. Sitting up, you held the hot-water bottle to your stomach. “It’s fine, thanks for the concern though.” You told, grinning as convincingly as you can. Amy flashed you an understanding look from across the room and Chica picked up one of her toys, bringing it over to you. You smiled and took it from her, spinning it around her head as she tried to catch it.
Ethan sat beside you, laughing along with you as the two of you played with Chica. It helped. But the stabbing pain continued and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Maybe some food will make you feel better,” Ethan suggested. You weren’t sure if food would help, but you reminded yourself that you haven’t eaten since you woke up. Nodding, you followed Ethan downstairs to the kitchen where Tyler was banging around. “Are you making enough noise?” You asked, chuckling. Tyler gave you an apogoletic smile. “Sorry, the pan slipped from my hand.” “What are you making?” You asked. Your nose picked up a sweet smell in the air and Tyler waved his hand over a fresh batch of brownies. “I got bored, so I looked up a recipe.” “You bake?” Ethan asked with a doubtful cocked eyebrow. “I do now,” Tyler shrugged. “Can I try one?” You asked. Your stomach gave a hefty rumble, your hunger suddenly over coming your pains. Tyler handed you a brownie on a plate, and with one bite, you felt alot happier. “This is so good!” You praised Tyler with a mouthful of brownie. Tyler smiled proudly. “Thank you.” “Are you feeling better?” Ethan asked and you nodded. “But I feel like it’ll be a short lived relief,” You admitted, already feeling the twinge in the pit of your stomach.
Could I request a reader and Damon fic where he tries desperately to get her attention but she’s been warned that he’s “trouble” but eventually he wins her over by being sweet? ?
Pairings: Damon x Reader
Word Count: 2069
*swoons over Damon*
(gifs not mine, credits to owners)
Mystic Falls has always been a place of weird and creepy things happening once in a while and a few weeks ago, your eyes were finally open to what was really happening, per say, to the real-er world. Vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, and you just knew that you were already been friends with supernatural creatures, Bonnie being a witch and Tyler being a werewolf. Two months ago, before junior year started, you had met your new neighbor, Stefan Salvatore, who turned out to be vampires, along with his brother, Damon.
Summary: How Monsta X would react if you confess to them.
Shownu: You’re sitting in front of him, nervously fumbling with your fingers as you try to sort your words. You feel your anxiety raising by his constant stare.
“I like you.” You finally admit, feeling the weight of a million being lifted off your shoulders. Your eyes wander up to meet his. They’re glistening with adoration and tenderness, a smile spreading on his lips. You watch his cheeks burn with fire and his eyes looking away from yours. “I’ve waited a long time for you to admit this.” He whispers, smiling to himself.
Minhyuk: You’re standing in front of the van, pressured by him leaving you again for another tour. You gulp, feeling anxious by the thought of confessing your feelings towards him.
“I feel attracted to you.” When Minhyuk starts laughing at your words, your eyes shoot up immediately and you feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. You watch him smile at you brightly, giggling. You want to dig yourself a grave by the humiliation but suddenly he stops and locks eyes with you. “Did you really think I didn’t notice?”
Jooheon: “I fell for you, Jooheon.” The minute the words fall from your lips, Jooheon’s face drops and he stares at you in silence, not moving. You bite down on your lip, laughing awkwardly to cut the tension.
Jooheon raises his eyebrow at you and leans in. “Please say that again…” He begs, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from yours. “What?” You ask, taking a step backwards. “Say it again and remind me that this isn’t a dream.” He answers back, almost whispering at you, a smile tugging on the edge of his lip.
Wonho: You feel your heart beating rapidly fast by him standing in front of you, smiling at you so geniunely. You constantly re-think your decision and want to run away, hide your feelings from him before it’s too late. Wonho taking a step towards you, rips you out of your thoughts. “Y/N…” He begins, tilting his head to look at you better. “Do you possibly have a crush on me?”
Your heart misses a beat by the calm in his voice and the way his eyes glistening. You simply nod at his words, releaved that you didn’t have to say it out loud. Wonho smiles at you and pulls you into his arms, caressing your back. “Good, I was worried I might be the only one.”
Hyungwon: He patiently waits for you to admit it, since he already knows your feelings towards him because of the way you always lose your train of thought whenever you stare at him.
“I kinda like you, Hyungwon.” You admit, quickly turning your head to avoid eye contact. You feel your cheeks burning with embarrasment and want to run away. You hear Hyungwon’s fainted giggle and him taking a step forward. When you look up, he’s standing right in front of you, smirking down at you. “I’m really surprised you can’t look at me now with the way you always stare at me, thinking I don’t notice.”
Kihyun: You’re walking along the beach, the wind ruffling up your hair. Kihyun is stepping stones on the water along the way and you watch him with a smile. You stop at the end of the landing and sit down, dipping your feet into the cold water. Kihyun sinks down next to you, looking out into the distance, a pleased smile laying on his lips.
“I like you, Kihyun.” You say out of the blue causing Kihyun to turn his head at you in confusion. You look up at him, your eyes meeting. “What did you say?” He asks, reassuring himself that he heard right. You nod your head, giggling at your own stupidity. “I guess I like you.” You admit. He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you into him. “I guess, you’re okay too.” He answers, teasingly.
I.M: You’re sitting on the sidewalk, talking about previous days, laughing and cringing about all the times you’ve spent by each other’s side. “Who would’ve thought that I start liking you some day.” You say randomly, taking another sip of your drink and watching the cars drive past.
Changkyun freezes immediately, his heart beating faster by your words. He feels really flustered and doesn’t know how to react because he’s felt the same about you for a long time. “Y/N…” He says, almost whispering at you. You turn to him, seeing his eyes light up. “I’d like to return your feelings.”
39 and 71 with jinyoung? you can make it a mix of fluff and angst and like a tiny bit smutty:))
I found it quite difficult to mix in fluff or suggestive themes with the angst I chose (it wouldn’t have been a drabble anymore if I added in suggestiveness and fluff) sorry about that!
drabble prompts: “Don’t cry or I’ll cry.” [ 39 ] + “Who said I loved you?” [ 71 ]
lies | jinyoung
“Who said I loved you?”
You winced at the five words he let out so effortlessly.
Jinyoung was staring at you, his arms crossed and annoyance could be read on his face, “Why would I love you?” He scoffed without a care, “I don’t see you in that way, please.”
You remained quiet, not knowing how to reply and you feared that attempting to talk would make you burst into tears.
“We’re just friends, I see you as a friend.” He chuckled quite coldly.
Jinyoung shrugged, “So just forget what BamBam said, I don’t love you.”
He looked back at you, “What?”
“You’re a liar.” You repeated meekly, avoiding his gaze.
Jinyoung scoffed once again, irritating you in the process. He walked closer towards you, his piercing stare making you feel small. He stopped before you, a few foot steps away, “I dare you to say that again.” Jinyoung whispered yet you heard his words crystal clear.
You licked your lips and closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. Gathering the courage to finally pour out your thoughts and feelings, you apologized your eyes slowly and then your mouth, “Park Jinyoung, you’re a liar.”
“Why would I love you?!” He finally yelled, but you noticed that his eyes held pain.
“Because I heard you say it yourself!” You screamed back, surprising him with your loud voice.
You shakes your head and soon anger consumed you, “You try to deny it, try to deny the feelings you have for me and you know what?! I’m sick of it.”
You drew yourself closer to Jinyoung, getting up in his face even though you were shorter than him, “I love you Jinyoung, but if you keep this up. You’ll lose me.”
For a second, for just a split second you could see fear wash over his face. Yet it was gone after another second as if he pushed his fear aside.
“I don’t love you like that, when will you and everyone else understand that?!”
Not being able to hold in the tears anymore, you released them and let them side down your cheeks.
Jinyoung changed the second he noticed the tears rolling down, his demeanor softened and before you could process the situation he was already holding you.
“Don’t cry or I’ll cry.” He mumbled while gently stroking your hair.
You pushed him off of you, giving him a look of pure anger, “Leave me alone, it’s your fault I’m crying. It’s your fault I feel like this, it’s all your fault just because you don’t want to admit your feelings.”
Before Jinyoung could reply you were already out the door and he decided to let you go.
Bath Time // Optional Bias (smutty as hell– LOTS OF FLUFF)
Word count: 1.717
A/N: So this little story is inspired by the lyric “kicked back relax
hat tteugeoun bath time just lay back”” by Mark Tuan from Got7 in the song My Home. You can literally imagine anyone with this story as I wrote it so y’all can insert an optional bias. I kind of thought of Dean while writing this though. That boy is mighty fine and has been ruining my bias list with his verse in Bermuda Triangle ft Crush and Zico
It’s been a few years since you participated in a student exchange program in Korea, but given the fact that you fell in love with the country, the culture, the people, and well, your boyfriend. You never left.
It was a cold night.
You have felt sick for a few days now but you had been in denial about it. You can’t hide it anymore though. You have a fever and you felt weak. You didn’t even have the strength to get up to pick up your phone as it was blowing up for the past hour now.
You were curled up in your bed. Coughing and being miserable as you hear the front door open.
“Jagiya!” He yells out.
You groan in response trying to get him to hear where you are but you didn’t produce enough sound for him to catch on.
“Jagi! Where are you?” his voice was getting louder as he approached your bedroom.
“Jag-“ he stopped in the doorway of your bedroom staring at you curled up in your huge bed in the dark. “Here you are” his voice was hushed as he approached you carefully. Sensing something was wrong.
You peek over your covers and smile at him weakly. Excited to see him.
He sat down beside you on the bed softly caressing your hair. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over?” You say. Your voice sounded raspy and weird, so you try to clear your throat which made you cough even more.
He bit his lip, tracing his fingers over your temples. “I called you like a hundred times, I got worried. So I came to check up on you.”
You kissed his thumb as it traced over your lips. “Is my baby sick?” he asked pouting.
You nod intertwining your fingers with his.
He lovingly kissed your forehead, sighing.
“Did you eat?” he suddenly asks.
“This morning” you say knowing you were about to get scolded.
He closes his eyes, throwing his head back in defeat. “`Baby, how are you going to get better if you don’t eat?”
You shrug innocently. “I’m not hungry”
Suddenly he got up trying to walk away, but you stop him as he was about to be too far away to reach.
He looks back at you as you withheld him from leaving by grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you whine.
“I’m going to fill the bathtub for you, and as you take a bath I’m going to make you food. After you’ve eaten we’ll cuddle until you fall asleep.”
For the first time since you’ve been together the tables were turned. You were always the one taking care of him as he got tired and sick often because of his career as one Korea’s k-pop/k-hip-hop heartthrobs.
“Sound like a plan?” he asks.
You nod. “But only if you join me in the bath”
He carried you from your bed to the bathroom and placed you on the edge of the bathtub gently, starting to undress you.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the sound of the water running while he touched your body. He gently kissed your neck as he lifted your shirt from your body. You automatically lifted up your arms in response and he chuckled.
“You’re acting like such a zombie” he said. You open your eyes slowly and see his boyish smile being fully displayed on his face. He was enjoying this way too much so you softly nudge him.
He got down on his knees pulling off your panties as well, kissing your hipbone in the process which sent shivers down your spine.
He always does this. He kisses you anywhere he can at the most random times and places to show his affection for you. It’s one of the things you loved about him so much, the constant need for him to remind you of how much he loved you, was what made you so sure of your relationship with him.
You were completely naked now, not feeling awkward at all. You passed that stage a long time ago.
He got up again, taking off his clothes as well. Just as you were enjoying the view he prompted you to get into the tub.
You lower yourself into the tub and lean against his chest as the water almost surpasses the edges.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, positioning you just right so you could rest your head properly. You sigh. You were completely content and enjoyed the feeling of you being so close to each other in the hot water. His head lowered to the crook of your neck as he started to nibble on your skin.
Your body relaxed against his touch as one of his hands reached upwards to lightly massage your breast.
You moan in response and you feel him smile against your skin.
“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that you’re sick.”
“I don’t have the slightest problem with it” you say eager for his touch.
He chuckled again, releasing your hair from your hairclip. He took the showerhead and wet your hair, washing it while gently massaging your scalp, as he finished he took some shower gel, softly scrubbing your back with is firm and strong hands.
He moved his hands further down, rubbing your belly and breasts as well.
You moaned in response. Enjoying the feeling of his hands all over your body.
“Feel good baby?” he whispers in your ear.
Your breathing got heavier and you nod, feeling pleasure course through your body
He took the showerhead to rinse your body while teasingly ghosting his fingers over your nipple.
As he finished he put the showerhead onto the holder again.
“My turn” he says smiling handing you the bottle of body wash.
You look at him tilting your head sideways “I thought the whole point of this was you taking care of me” you chuckle.
“I did though?” he says licking his lips.
You chuckle, happily squeezing some of the vanilla scented soap into your hands. You get on your knees in between his legs, facing his body.
He looked at you with lustful eyes as you started to massage the soap onto his chest. You moved up massaging his broad shoulders as well, moving down to his arms and his torso.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands all over him.
You bite you lip contemplating if you should tease him or not, but since he was erect anyways you decide to reach down to pump him agonizingly slow.
He opened his eyes in a flash as he felt your hands on his member. “J-jagi” he moans leaning his head back. “Don’t your sick…” he says.
“Do you want me to stop?” you say adding more pressure, fondling his balls with your other hand.
His breathing hitched as he groaned in defeat. Lost in your touch.
“I have to admit I feel so much better already.” You say leaning in to bite his earlobe, sucking on it hard afterwards.
He groaned again. Defenseless. He couldn’t control himself any longer as the tension between the two of you was building. He wrapped his hands around your waist, stopping you. Turning you over so you were underneath him. The water from the tub splashed upwards and onto the floor.
He positioned himself, holding you up with one arm to make sure you were comfortable as he inserted his tip slowly. He pushed himself into you with ease, stretching you as he filled you completely.
You moan at the sensation and he started to rock his hips in a steady pace.
You were already feeling the buildup as he hit all of the right spots, sucking on just the right spot in your neck as well.
He was so skillful when it came to sex. He made you reach heaven and beyond every single time.
He started sucking on your skin and your moans started to get louder as his thrusts became more rough and sloppy.
“B-babyy!” you moan loudly letting him know you’re close.
“I’m close baby” he says in respond as he thrusts into you a few more times with more force, with that you feel him twitch inside of you as he cums, and so do you, reaching true euphoria. You scream his name wrapping your legs around him tightly, while he rides out his high.
He pulls out, panting heavily into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck as you still feel the water around you move.
A wave of exhaustion crashes over you and as he leans back to study your face. He notices immediately and his playful mood switches to pure concern again.
He quickly got up wrapping a towel around his torso as he grabbed another one to dry off your body.
“Let’s get you to bed, I’ll just make you a lot of breakfast tomorrow… deal?” he says apologetically.
You nod. Honestly you were fine with whatever. At this point you weren’t even able to form coherent sentences anymore. That’s how well you were fucked just now.
He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where he clothed you into one his shirts and clean underwear.
He put on a pair of joggers himself and crawled into bed next to you.
He adjusts his pillow and pulls the covers over the both of you, pulling you closer to his chest, resting one hand on your butt and the other on the top of your head. He kissed your semi-wet hair, tugging a strand behind your ear.
“LOGAN!” Anxiety yelled, bursting threw the logical trait’s bedroom door, nearly giving the said trait a heart attack. “Anxiety?! What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Logan stands to his feet immediately, making sure his friend was okay.
“I need you to dress like me!” The darker trait exclaimed, grabbing Logan’s shoulders, earning a baffled look from him. “What? Why?”
“It’s Princey, he won’t leave me alone! I can’t get away from him! Please Logan!” Anxiety pleaded. Logic sighed, taking his glasses off the bridge of his nose and places it on the darker traits nose. “Fine, but you’ll have to figure out with the height difference, I might be a tad shorted than the two, but it’ll be obvious” Anxiety nodded, running quickly to his room and back with flats in his hand. “Give me your Heelys”
Logan and Anxiety stand in front of each other, checking for any flaws in their disguises. Even with the high of the Heelys, it is slightly noticeable that Anxiety’s height doesn’t match Logan’s, but other that the disguises were pretty spot on, though Anxiety might need to buy more makeup.
The two leaves the room, Anxiety having a hand over Logan’s shoulder, since he couldn’t see out of the man’s glasses for the life of him. As soon as they make it into the living room the familiar voice of the royal calls out Anxiety’s name. Anxiety pats Logan’s back before heading into the kitchen to talk to Morality so he can escape the opportunity of Roman comparing the two.
“Hello Logan!” The moral trait grinned, handing Anxiety a cookie. He seemed so giddy lately, he would always giggle at Princey and him when the royal chases him down. “Uh, Hello. You strangely seem more joyful than ever today, what is the occasion?” Anxiety ask, trying to keep his voice in slight monotone than his regular sarcastic tone.
“Oh, it the cutest thing I heard from Roman, he told me to keep it a secret but I don’t think it will hurt to let you know” Morality leaned closer to the younger trait, cupping his hand over his ear. “Roman is going to confess his feeling for Anxiety” he squealed quietly. Anxiety nearly choked at the truth, he holds his breath before speaking. “Is that the reason I seen him chase Anxiety?”
“Yeah, are you okay, your ears are burning red” Morality gave a confused look before gasping, a small ‘oh no’ coming from Anxiety.
“Anxiety why are you disguised as Logan?” The moral trait asked, looking at him strait in the eyes. “I was tired of getting chased by Princey, so me and Logan switched for the day”
“But what about Roman, he wanted to confess to you!”
“I don’t know! If I’m lucky Logic will try to change the conversation or Princey will chicken out” Anxiety gulps.
“Actually Anxiety, I broke the disguise as soon as Roman tried to kiss me” Logan sighed, next to him is a angry and a embarrassed Prince. Anxiety looked at the royal before looking down in shame, ready to be scolded. “You know I am very annoyed at you but I’ll accept a apology” Roman smirked as soon as a worried look comes across Anxiety’s face. “What’s the catch?”
“I get a kiss” The royal teased, leaning down in front of Anxiety.
“Oh I should slap you” The darker trait hissed, before giving the prince a quick peck on the lips, is neck and ears burning red. “So Anxiety, since I confess my feelings already how about you, will you admit to yours”
“Not in a million year” The younger trait growled.
“Ah, so you do have feelings for me” The Prince chuckled as soon as a baffled expression appeared on Anxiety’s face. The darker trait hisses before slapping the royal’s cheek, stomping away to his room, sheepish and annoyed.
“Aw, he’s so cute when he’s mad” Roman sighed, almost swooning.
“Well it is safe to say that Roman is going to have a lot of hand prints on his face in the near future” Logan sighed, Morality nodding in agreement.
A few weeks ago she’d started talking about that fact that it was “so obvious” that you and Bucky were in love and that the two of you should admit it already and tell each other about your feelings. In her opinion it would do everyone a favor because the sexual tension between you and Barnes was getting out of hand and the dumb bet between Steve and Sam would finally come to an end. You didn’t knew exactly what the bet had been about but they were probably both wrong. You and Bucky were just friends.
Four months had gone by, and you were no closer to getting Alexander home. You had tried the chest again, but to no avail. You even resorted to the internet. You and Alexander had embarrassingly sat in your living room trying a “magic spell” that did nothing but make your apartment smell like sulfur for the next week.
In the meantime, Alex adjusted accordingly. He taught himself how most of your new appliances. (He could’ve asked, but he tried to avoid you at all costs.) He was starting to gain a bit of an accent; he even learned a bit of slang. Most importantly, he maintained a low profile. He tried to stay inside as much as could and limit his contact with people.
However, you were becoming suspicious. Alex had started leaving the apartment to go on runs, claiming he needed to “do something to clear his mind”. You understood, really, but when he left at the same time every week, you began to formulate your own ideas as to what he was doing.
So today, you decided you were going to follow him. It was your day off, and his weekly run would come up in a few hours. What’s the harm, right?
Alex trudged into the kitchen looking groggy, his hair in a messy bun at the top of his head. He had been up all night writing. He wanted to make sure he remembered what happened to him and what better way than to write it all down (Alex, we have computers now. - Nope.) You gave him a heat compress for his wrist, as usual, and slid his plate in front of him. “Morning.” He muttered.
You sat in front of him as you sipped your tea, trying to silently pick his brain. You always wondered what was going on up there. Alex was still talking at bare minimum though you apologized countless times. He was hurt, you understood that now.
He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. “Can I help you?” He asked gruffly. “So you’re talking to me now?” You returned. He rolled his eyes as he chewed on a piece of bacon, “I’m talking, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, like a four-year-old.”
His silverware hit the counter top with a clang as he leaned forward, annoyed with your persistence. “What do want me to say, huh? That I forgive you?”
“That would be nice, it’s been four months.” You answered. “I’ve apologized a million times. I gave you your biography. You know everything about yourself. What more do you want from me?”
Alexander went quiet as he stared at you. He felt the argument getting heated, so, for once, he backed down. It’s not like he had a comeback anyways. You were wrong about one thing, and he didn’t know how to tell you.
How to tell you that, after all the grief he put you through, after all the arguments and fighting, he understood. He knew why you didn’t tell him, and he knew you were right. What was his life compared to that of thousands? Millions?
“I didn’t.” Alex said quietly. He returned to eating as you furrowed your brow. “You didn’t what?” You asked. “I didn’t read it.” He replied.
Your lips formed an ‘O’ as you sat back. You hadn’t even considered that Alexander didn’t read it. You thought it was what he wanted. To “right his wrongs”, just like he said. You wondered what made him changed his mind as he pushed his plate away, suddenly losing his appetite.
“I get it now.” He told you. “This country? It’s become more than we could have ever hoped for.”
You snorted, “This country is trash.”
He glared at you momentarily, and shrunk at the sight, mumbling for him to continue. “If my wrongdoings helped make part of this country what it is today, who am I to change that? I fought for - am fighting for - this country. I have to do what I can to protect it. Even if it means fucking my life up, I guess.”
“Alexander, you don’t have to do that.” You said as painfully realized that you both had now switched sides. “Your life is just as important as anyone else’s. You deserve to be happy.”
Alex, for the first time in four months, smiled softly at you. He finally saw the care in your eyes. He felt the affection you held for him, and couldn’t feel any more content. Part of him wished he could stay in 2017 and live out the rest of his life with you. But he had responsibilities. He had Eliza. He had Philip. And he’d be damned if he became the missing father that Alex had lived without. “I’m going to, um, go write some more.”
“I’m okay.” He reassured you. “I promise.”
He retreated back to the guest room that he claimed as his own, leaving you in a confused daze. Your chest tightened as he left, words on your lips that you’d been meaning to say for so long. Even if you had the physical ability to speak then, you wouldn’t. You couldn’t do that to him. Not when he had a war to fight and a pregnant wife back home.
The guilt still wore you down though. You had these feelings for a married man. For someone who you learned about in textbooks. For someone who had higher priorities. As you cleaned up his plate, you wondered if this was how Angelica felt about him. “Well,” You said glumly to yourself, “At least I can connect better with my character now.”
Hours passed before Alex came out of his room. He was wearing his running clothes, a white shirt and gray joggers, ready for his weekly routine. “I’ll be back soon.” He told you. He didn’t even give you time to answer before he was out the door. He knew you’d only try and convince him to fix his mistakes.
You wasted no time in slipping on a pair of shoes and racing down to your car. As you slid in the driver’s seat, you noticed Alex’s biography in the passenger’s. You took the book between your hands, noticing that it looked just about the same as when you gave it to him. No wear and tear.
But you also noticed a single earmarked page.
You flipped open the book and skimmed through the page. You were hoping it would give you some kind of clue as to what he’s been doing. You thought there was nothing important there, huffing a bit, before you saw a single name.
Eliza Hamilton Reed
Ten minutes of googling, you found him. He was sitting on the porch of his fifth great-granddaughter’s home, fiddling with his hands. He hadn’t even noticed that you pulled up. You sighed as you recognized the hurt and pain in his eyes once more. You could see him rubbing at his eyes, wiping away tears before they could fall.
As you pondered why Alex always got himself into situations that did nothing but cause him pain, you exited you car and went to join him on the porch. He didn’t look at you, not directly. Just a side glance. You both sat in a somber silence, waiting for each other to speak.
“She’s named after my wife, you know.”
He turned with an apologetic expression, “I just wanted to meet her, Y/N.”
“I didn’t say anything.” You defended. “I’m not judging. I’m just here. As a friend.”
There was another long pause filled with unspoken feelings and emotion. Friends was the last thing you both wanted to be. But admitting it was the very thing you couldn’t do. “I knocked on the door.” He said glumly. “No one answered.”
“Maybe she’s not home.”
“I’ve been running past here for every week for the past three months. She’s always here.”
You thought about everything Alex had been through and what he planned on making himself go through. Enough was enough for you. “Well then, you’re gonna meet her.”
“Yep, right now. Let’s go.”
You began knocking loudly on the door as Alex tried to quiet you. “Y/N, come on. It’s okay, really.”
“Eliza!” You called. “Ms. Reed, may we have a minute?”
You only stopped when you heard someone call for your attention on the sidewalk. It was a teenage girl. She looked as if she was just coming home from school and gave you both confusing stares. “Are you looking for someone?”
“Um,” Alexander looked to you for help, to which you shrugged, “Yes. Eliza Hamilton Reed? This is her address, right?”
The girl shook her head immediately, “This house has been vacant for years.”
Alexander shook his head as well, “It can’t be. I was just here yesterday. I saw her.”
The girl looked at him with a surprised expression, obviously thinking that Alex was either crazy and a creep. You quickly stepped in, “He’s a family friend.” The teenager tucked her hair behind her ears and rolled her eyes. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ve lived here for sixteen years, and my parents even longer. That house has been empty for at least thirty years.”
You and Alex tried to conceal the shock on your faces. It made absolutely no sense. Alex could’ve swore up and down that he’d seen his distant relative at this exact house every week for the past three months. Am I going insane?, He asked himself silently.
You thanked the girl who slowly nodded and went on her merry way as Alexander pondered what was going on. You turned to him slowly, “Alex?”
“I saw her! She has short brown hair and hazel eyes, and she was beautiful, and she reminded me,” He paused. He knew that what he was about to say would totally slaughter the already slim chances of either of you admitting your feelings, but he was just so overwhelmed and so damn confused, the words rolled of his tongue. “She reminded me of her.”
You took a step back, your feelings too powerful to make any rational actions. You breathed in and out through your nose as you restrained yourself from telling him the truth. You pushed your hands in your pockets to keep from pulling his face to yours and kissing the absolute life out of him, asking how he felt about her then.
You couldn’t do that. Not now.
“We need to figure out what’s going on.” You said, beckoning him to follow you to your car. You both slid into the car, ready to find some answers. As you started the car engine, Alex picked up his biography, muttering, “So that’s where that went.”
He opened the book to the earmarked page and skimmed through once more. As you turned left, you heard him start to read quietly to himself, sounding a bit confused. He stopped at the end of the page and started again. And then again.
“Alex, what are you doing?”
“Eliza’s name isn’t in here.”
He rolled his eyes, “No, my however-many-greats granddaughter.”
You stopped at a red light and took the book from his hand. “What do you mean she’s not in there. I saw it.” You muttered. You read through the page carefully, never once seeing her name. “See?” He told you.
You looked up at a green light and hit the gas pedal, saying sorry to the driver that couldn’t hear you. You threw the book back to him, “Look for the part about your son.”
“I’d rather not read about that, Y/N, it’s-”
“Just find it and read it to me.”
After about a minute, Alexander shifted uncomfortably as he read about his son’s death. “After public speaker and war veteran George Eacker slaughtered the Hamilton name at a Fourth July ceremony, Philip Hamilton, Alexander’s only son, challenged him to a duel. The nineteen year old son of the missing aide-de-camp didn’t stand a chance.”
“Missing?” You asked.
“That’s what it says.” Alex returned. “Why?”
“Alexander, history is moving on without you. You were supposed to have more children with Eliza, but since you never came back-”
“Philip is my only child.”
“So Eliza Hamilton Reed just,” You paused, thinking about how to phrase it, “Ceased to exist.”
You finally arrived at the apartment complex, quickly parking the car. He looked up at you with a slightly fearful look in his eye. He had only then realized that he overstayed his welcome in the future, and that it affected the past. “So what now?” He asked you.
You wanted to say, Well, you might as well just stay now. But you couldn’t. You had to do what was right, even if it hurt you and him in the process.
“We have to figure out how to get you home.”
You both spent the next few hours researching and pitching ideas off of each other. You avoided the elephant in the room, as did he, but you could feel it in the air. The uncertainty of whether or not he wanted to go. The pain that you would feel once he was gone. All of it came crashing down in the silence, just between the clicking of keyboards and the scratching of pens on paper.
“Okay,” You started, “So you got here through the chest in my room.”
“Yeah.” He prompted you to continue.
“That chest is probably just about as old as you.”
I slid a pen from out of his hair, letting it cascade down his shoulder as he snorted, “Gee, thanks.” You rolled your eyes as you glanced up at him. You watched as he wrote something down, his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. “You know I meant.” You told him. “Anyways, it’s been in my family for years. Maybe the way to get you home is through a family heirloom or something.”
“I hate to break it to you, but most of my family is dead.” Alex said as he turned the page of his biography. He was reading for something to catch his eye, not to find out about himself. He had more important things to worry about.
“Then maybe the Schuyler’s.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“Well, keep reading. Maybe Eliza left something in remembrance of you.”
There was another long period of silence full of stolen glances and google searches. After awhile, you found something that might have what you were looking. It was absolutely beautiful. “Alex, c’mere.”
“What is it?”
He huffed as he stood up from the lounge chair and joined you on the ground. “What, Y/N?” He asked peeking over your shoulder at your laptop screen. His jaw dropped as the memories came rushing back to him. “That’s your house.” You whispered. “Your house in Harlem. It’s in mint condition.”
“Well,” He swallowed, “If there’s anything that’ll take me home, it’ll be there.”
You checked visiting hours, only to find out it was closed for the night. You hadn’t noticed the time fly by, as it was then 11 PM. “It’s closed.” Alex stood up and walked to the other side of the room to gather his multitude of papers. “When does it open?”
“Tomorrow at two.”
“Guess we’re going tomorrow, then.”
You closed your laptop and accompanied him at the table, organizing his papers into neat piles. As both finished up, you met him at the head of the table. “So, what happens now?”
Alex looked at you, watching for any sign of the feelings that he knew you had for him. He took the sight of you in and locked eyes with you. You both knew what you wanted to happened. The question was, if anybody, who was going to be the first one.
It all happened so fast.
Without sparing a second, his hands reached for your waist and yours for his cheeks. Lips attached and passion at an all time high (not to mention, time running dry), you allowed him to lead you to the bedroom. A night full of affection and attraction followed, filled with breathy I love you’s and pleasure to no extent.
When it was over, you laid against his chest with his arm wrapped around your bare torso. You felt content for the first time in months. You knew what you did was wrong, and you knew you would beat yourself up for it later, but you needed to let him know, at least once, before he left. You felt Alex intertwine his free hand with yours, gripping it tightly.
“You know,” He started, “This was more than just-”
“And you know I still have to-”
He brought the back of your hand to hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to it. “I still love you, though.”
You brought his arm tighter around your waist and sighed contently as the words you’d been longing to hear finally dropped from his lips.
“I still love you, too.”
You knew everything around you was still in chaos, but it didn’t matter. At that specific point in time, it was just you and him. Chaos could wait till the morning.
Okay but headcanon that in the early days, Brendon and Ryan were calling everything they did together platonic, or just friends, like "yeah we're cuddling but as friends" and it gets to the point where it's "yeah we're kissing and holding hands all the time and saying I love you but just as friends" and then maybe one day when they're playing with each other's hair Spender comes in the room and he's just like "jesus guys just admit your feelings already god why do I have to do everything myself"
This would be. the cutest fluff fic. I Would Die For This
Summary: In which you bump into Bucky at the Avengers Compound and won’t stop apologising and he finds it incredibly cute
Word count: 1178
Warnings: None because this literally a ball of fluff! I think there’s like one swear word but that’s about it.
You were trying to navigate your way through the insanely large Avengers Compund with two boxes stacked on top of another in your hands. You could barely see where you were going but you were just glad you hadn’t tripped yet or bumped into someone because you would never be able to live that one down. You weren’t exactly a clumsy person but you had your moments and your boss and friend Tony Stark alway made fun of you for it but you didn’t mind too much mostly because you knew how much Tony cared for you, you were like his little sister.
You were close to the elevator even though you couldn’t exactly see but you could hear the ping and chime of it in the distance and you thanked the heavens for it. You needed to get back to Stark Industries with the bxes in tow, you needed the contents to be in one piece but you knew sooner or later the boxes would be on the floor with the contents spilled out.
It seemed like it was going to be sooner rather than later because you didn’t see someone fastly approaching you. It all went to shit when you (and the boxes) collided with a rather hard body, you internally cursed as the boxes contents fell out. You huffed blowing a strand of hair out of your face and looking up to face the person you bumped into, when you did you were met with a man with long black hair and straight face.
“Oh my god I’m sorry I bumped into you I’m such an idiot. I’d probably lose my head it wasn’t attached to my body. I’m so sorry.” Bucky stared at you wondering why you were apologising so much considering he was the one who bumped into you in the first place.
You offered Bucky a smile as you leant down to pick all the stuff that came out of the boxes up. Bucky found himself staring at you involuntarily you were just so Goddamn beautiful in his eyes, he shook himself ourt of it when he noticed you were picking the boxes up. He felt like a jerk for not helping you sooner so he quickly leaned down to and helped you put everything in the boxes.
“There’s no need to help it was all my fault, I’m so incredibly sorry for bumping into you sir.” You said and Bucky found his permanent frown curving into a geniune smile, he thought the way you were constantly saying sorry for practically nothing was adorable.
“It’s fine I bumped into you anway.” Bucky replied standing up carrying one of the boxes with him. You smiled at him once more making his heart flutter before picking the other box and standing up.
“There’s no need to say it I already feel like such an idiot already. I’m so sorry, so sorry.” You couldn’t stop saying sorry, it was always like this you were too nice not to apologise even if it wasn’t something you did.
“I’m the one who should be saying sorry not you. I’m sorry.” Bucky said and you nodded.
“It’s fine even though I still feel like it was my fault and I really want to say sorry again.” You admitted slightly embarrassed, you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
“Oh I’m Y/N by the way.” You said smiling widely at him, he smiled he thought your name was beautiful and it fit such a beautiful girl.
“I’m Bucky.” He replied with a smile of his own.
“How did I not realise it before I’m such an idiot.” You spoke only just realising who the man infront of you was. Bucky cringed knowing that you figured out he was The Winter Soldier and thinking you were about to run from him like most people in the compound did hence why the corrdior you were in was empty.
“You’re James Steve’s best friend I should of known afterall you are all Steve talks about. It’s nice to finally to meet you James Steve’s told me a lot about you and you’re just as he described. That was not what Bucky was expecting and he was glad for it. The way you called him James made him smile like crazy, the way it rolled off your tongue made him fall in love with the name again.
Bucky was speechless he didn’t know what to say but what he did know was that he had to wonder around the Avengers Compound more so that he could see you again.
“Anyway I shoud get going I don’t want to hold you up you probably have better things to do then talk to me afterall you are a superhero.” You replied and warmth glowed throughout Bucky because he had never been called a hero not by anyone not even Steve. But here you were some random girl calling the ex-assassin a superhero and in that moment he felt like the happiest man alive.
But of course something had to ruin it, that something being someone called Steve. “Hey Bucky I see you’ve met Y/N.” Steve said clapping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder making him tense up but when he saw the smile on your face he soon became relaxed again.
“Hey Steve I’d would love to talk to your guys more but I have to be at Stark Industries and if I’m late Happy’s gonna kill me I lost my badge and you know he’s a stickler for stuff like that. You said and Steve nodded moving his hand from Bucky’s shoulder and movimng beside his best frend.
“Here’s your box.” Bucky handed you the box but felt guilty about making you carry both boxes to your car. “I can carry for you if you’d like.” He suggested and you shook your head a smile still on your face.
“No it’s fine I can manage as long as I don’t bump into anyone else and I’d hate to bother you with this I’ll be fine. It was nice to meet you James.” You said and James smiled. Steve watched as his friend smiled for the first time in years.
“It was nice to meet you too Y/N.” Bucky replied and you left for the elevator not before saying goodbye to Steve.
Once you were gone Bucky turned to Steve, “Does she work here?” Bucky asked wanting to know if he would able to see you again.
“She works here most days but if she’s not here she’s at Stark Industries.” Steve replied raising his eyebrows slightly why did Bucky want to know if you worked there?
Bucky nodded a small smile forming on his face again, “Why did you want to know?” Steve asked as the pair began walking to the living quarters of the compound.
“No reason. Bucky replied but Steve saw the way he looked at you and he knew exactly why Bucky wanted to know.
“Oh you like her.” Steve said teasingly making Bucky groan, was it that obvious?
“No I don’t Steve shut up!” Bucky said walking ahead and away from his friend.
“Bucky likes Y/N!” Steve yelled and Bucky was thankful no one was around otherwise he would of died from embarrassment.
birthday to one of the sweetest people I’ve have a pleasure to get to know on
tumblr! I have enjoyed getting to know you, and I hope you have a wonderful day and all of your wishes come
true ^.^ I don’t know if this is what you wanted exactly, but I hope you still
like it :)
Summary: You accidentally bump into Junior, your crush, and your a little surprised to find out he knows who you are.
couldn’t help but stare at him as he leaned over onto the table to help out one
of the younger kids with his homework. Junior was so beautiful, but that wasn’t
what you loved about him. He was always so kind and caring, putting others
before himself and being polite to everyone, even if they didn’t deserve it.
Some people thought he was too serious and rude, but you always saw his sweet
side. You just wished you could confess your feelings to him.