can you imagine kara going home as supergirl and she’s just so tired and lena’s there making dinner or something and she just mindlessly leans in for a kiss and lena kisses back and then 10 minutes later kara’s like f UCK
*interrupts* BAKA! Who needs a stupid old man when you have a beautiful strong mama!
Boruto! That's not nice to say about your father.
Don't worry Hinata! It's fine..
I hope the Ramen shop gets shut down.
Take it back child!
Mama is always there for me and whenever I'm ill, she lays beside me. Whereas, papa will protect no matter what!
Aw that's nice to say.
I will protect here no matter what! Even from that little pikachu banana shaped head brat!
That's not nice to say about Boruto... I mean....
Oh no...he has got into you. Don't worry, my child, I will erase those feelings and let you become free.
Papa?!!! No, I don't have any feelings for Boruto.
Not even one bit?
*activates sharingan* I'm coming for you Uzumaki brat!
My mama...my papa......let's just say that I have a parent.
*smiles* Im his parent.
My parent has trained me and taken care of me and feeded me and...I'm not sure if I should my parent my mama or my papa....it's confusing...
I'm just an amazing parent. *flicks his hair*
My dad is an hardworking man and he is always here for dinner.
UNLIKE MY FATHER!!!
Buzz off Boruto....
anyways, my mother is......erm...
*gives a scary look to Shikadai*
is an amazing woman. I love her to bits. She is so strong with her wind fan. I love my mama...
What a drag.....
You just thought 'What a drag' didn't you, Shikadai?
No dinner for you!
My mother is so beautiful and that's how I got these looks
Aw my cute child.
Papa is so happy to see me all the time. We go shopping and training together.
...and he always tells me his jokes about mama!
Jokes?! What kind of jokes?
*whispers to Ino*
I should run....
Mama shows me how I am strong and beautiful in every way. My mama tells me that I'm not fat. It's just my curves and I love her home made food. Papa and me always get along. We go to restaurants and eat, we go to parks and eat. We even go to shopping eat. And buy most things from the shop! Even his card got declined!
Are you serious?
I love them both!
Mama is so nice to me. She will always be there to kiss me to sleep and wake me up in the morning. She makes nice breakfast and a warm hug. Me and mama are always studying and training together and my grades are doing very well and my strength
I'm glad you like it, my kitten.
Papa is so fun! We go to the park and he lets me ride on Akamaru and we jump from cliff to cliff!
There was even a time when me, Boruto and papa jumped from the Hokage's faces and we landed on soft bouncy mattress.
...gotta go *sprints away*
Papa and I are always training because we both do it for youth and mama makes me warm and happy. Even when I get nervous!
Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx
She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.
When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.
The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.
I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H
Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.
Can we talk?
She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.
Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?
The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?
When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.
When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.
You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx
She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.
She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?
When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.
A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
James March and you went back a long time, having met at one of his father’s political parties. They weren’t rich, but James was an excellent entrepreneur, managing to amass a wealth unlike any other. You had fallen for each other when you were younger, but never acted on it, leading to separation. You met nearly a decade later and by the time you fully remembered who he was, you were already stuck in an endless cycle of extravagant gifts and money when you struggled, but didn’t dare tell him.
A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.
“You’re mine aren’t you?”
“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”
“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”
Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of
you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA.
The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t
usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and
You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it
seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything
he says but some muffled sounds.
“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”
“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.
You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous
than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he
bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked
You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk
to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by
doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on.
Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going
to love this.’
As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already
undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is
blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his
bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.
He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say,
“I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”
He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt
takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes
your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.
You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip
his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding
you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and
needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push
him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.
“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“
“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.
You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence.
But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.
“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you
He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You
lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side
of your head, trapping you from escaping.
Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks
“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.
At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you
did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He
teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about
how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a
laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,”
you also added.
You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with
Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well,
probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused
yourself, to talk to other people.
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me
flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”
“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says,
almost losing his confident composure.
“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men
better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with
his act again.
“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”
Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down
your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the
back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he
removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.
He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to
stay in bed and do as I say.”
You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in
understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your
earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot
on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at
his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.
“[Name],” he says onto your skin.
You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”
He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two
and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or
even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says
He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest,
barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your
wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to
his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth,
He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet,
sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.
“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you
breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”
“Not for Abernathy?”
“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.
“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any
sounds, got it?”
You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each
thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot.
You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his
He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The
sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the
sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with
his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.
“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.
You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body
together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch
when it comes to contact with your skin.
“Feel it [Name]?”
He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower
“Feel it what you do to me?”
He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.
“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”
He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”
You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands
behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so
it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the
back of your head.
You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden
movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It
twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your
mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your
“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”
“I’d love you to, darling.”
“Alright. Lie down.”
You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning
himself on your entrance.
His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something
w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”
His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.
“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”
He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his
teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his
manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes
back again, and he seems more assured now.
“Scream my name, love.”
He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty
moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The
headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall.
You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.
He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum,
making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him
and him only.
You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding
your insides, sucking the energy out of you.
“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“
“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”
With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his
condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming
himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin
The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to
discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with
you. He joins you under the bedcover.
“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”
“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you
turn your body, your back facing him.
“W-What? [Name], tell me!”
“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug
He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight,
before drifting to sleep.
Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy
a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to
tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been
enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.
It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your
interests even more.
I’m really salty about seeing the same writers on almost every rec list in our fandom, so here are some fresh fics that’ve been posted within the last month that you may have missed!
–> Under Starlight by @fluffybunnyremi ♡
After a stressful week studying for finals, Ben decides to take his very
stressed-out boyfriend’s fate into his own hands. Despite his studious
efforts, Hux refuses to believe him, and so Ben brings out the big guns:
stargazing and fluffy nests.
(modern au, benarmie, adorable fluff)
–> Regretful Message by @rannystuffandthings (WIP) ♡
Hiding from the Resistance should be easy when they already believe
they’ve killed you. But when you’re General Armitage Hux and you can’t
seem to recall becoming Emperor to the entire Galaxy, it becomes a
little more difficult.
(emperor hux, hux’s brother techie, lots of action & twists, generally brilliant!)
–> Splutter by @evermoringlyfine ♡
Hux pulls on the cigarette with relish, the smoke curling over his own face in the still air as he looks at Kylo. (dominant hux, blood, lots of excellent smutty description)
–> the entire Evil Space Dads series by @oblioknowlton ♡
stories where the evil space husbands are evil space dads (if you like mpreg then you have to read these fics, they’re all so in-character and features lots of protective hux & protective kylo!)
–> Accidental Kidnapping by @asphodel-storm ♡ Realizing that his jedi training is making the dark voice in his head
stronger, not weaker, young Ben Solo sets out alone to live a life of
adventure as an outlaw. He didn’t mean to force the cute ginger boy to come with him, he was just sort of on the ship. (puppy love, benarmie, very cute!)
–> Of Pots and Vials by twitch ♡ Kylo receives a message that Hux should’ve received. Two of them. So he
might’ve gone behind Hux’s back to take him on a date to a
space-station. A meeting. But Kylo is the one caught off guard by the
three men. Well, two men and one man of his own species. And a Head
Bartender. Really. (drug use, heavy petting & rutting, overconfident hux, super good fill for a kinkmeme prompt)
THE LAST DANCE – SEBASTIAN STAN X READER SMUT ONE SHOT
Summary: Sebastian Stan takes dance lessons. He wants to
impress his beloved woman (reader). One day he comes back home really late. His
girlfriend awaits, really angry that he’s late again. She asks him to show her
what he had taught at lessons, so he agrees. It ends in obvious way…
♦"Darling, come back inside! You’ll catch cold!“
♦"But Tom… It feels good.”
♦Tom running out to join you, an umbrella in his hand.
♦"You can stand under my umbrella.“ he smiles.
Starting play fights with just about anything
🔹"Pass me the flour please?“
🔹Tom flicking a small bunch at you, causing you to gasp and flick some back
🔹"Oh it’s on Love.”
🔹You guys throwing things at each other whilst running through the house.
🔹"No. NO. Put. The. Cookie. Batter. Down darling.“
🔹"Not until you put down the egg.”
🔹"What egg? You mean..this one?“ he says, cracking it and throwing the excess gunk at you.
🔹You flinging some of the cookie batter at him and he tackles you to the ground.
🔹"We did a good job.” he says on top of you and wiping off a piece of batter and eating it. He kisses you and you giggle.
🔹“Mmm. Cookie Batter.”
Shutting you up with kisses
🔸"Love, it’s just a movie.“
🔸"Just a movie Tom? That’s like saying Tessa is just a dog.”
🔸"Love, she is a dog.“ he says laughing.
🔸"Oh hush up. You know what I mean. I just don’t understand why-”
🔸His lips meet yours, stopping you.
🔸"Darling I love you…but shut up.“ he smiles.
Him stressed from shooting
⭐"Princess… I need you… I’ve had such a shit day. I need my princess” he texts.
⭐"Aw Tom… You want to go out and eat?“
⭐"Want me to drive to the set? “
⭐"You’re such a baby. I’m on my way.“
⭐"Am not! And hurrryyy.”
Him traveling messes up your guys’ time zones
💬"It’s 3am and I want you to know that I really fucking love you"
💬"I don’t care. Your good mornings are more important than sleep.“
💬"No… Sleep is important my Love. Goodnight, and I’ll see you real soon ❤”
💬"Love you Tom 💙"
Him texting you before his plane lands at the airport
⚡"Did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"Lol did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"I love you too.“
⚡"To the moon and back?”
⚡"Forever my darling.“
You guys going over to his parents house during the holidays
🌺 Him letting you wrap your legs around his as you both watched a movie in his room upstairs
🌺Running your hands through his hair as he moved to lay on you lap.
🌺Playing with his hands after
🌺Falling asleep in his arms whilst at his parents house due to jet lag
🌺"Tom! Y/N! Dinner’s ready!“ His mom calls, going upstairs. She opens the door to see you guys snuggled up and smiles
🌺You wake up later on, to see Tom and his brothers outside playing Basketball from his window.
🌺You going downstairs to see his parents talking
🌺"Oh! Hope you and Tom slept well. Dinner is in the kitchen if you would like some dear.“ his mom said smiling.
🌺"We’re glad he’s found someone to keep him grounded. Harrison wasn’t enough.” His father jokes.
You having to leave due to a job matter
💎"I hate waking up early.“ You tell Tom, stuffing your bag.
💎"I hate waking up.. And hearing your voice over the phone.. When I should be hearing it right next to me.” he says, his head resting on your shoulder as you packed.
💎"I love you.“ you whisper, facing Tom.
💎"I love you.“he says, pecking your cheek and grabbing his keys to drive you to the airport.
You guys are home, walking around the park.
👑"I wanna be a superhero. Guess my name.“ 👑"SpiderMan?”
👑"Nope. Your Man.”
👑"You’re a dork Holland.“
Tom only having another week of break before he goes to New York to shoot
✨You start dancing around as you clean the living room barefoot.
✨Him watching you and then joining you.
✨Him dipping and spinning you.
✨"Guess all those dance lessons paid off.“ he teases.
✨"And by dance lessons you mean genetics” you smile.
✨Him showering you wirh kisses because you’re adorable
✨"Did *Kiss* I Kiss* tell *Kiss* you *Kiss* that* Kiss* I *Kiss* love *Kiss* You? *Kiss*
Going home and just enjoying each others company before he has to leave for shooting
🌟"Darling, I love you.“ he says as you guys are doing a 100 piece puzzle on the floor. 🌟You look up at him, sitting up just to peck his cheek. 🌟"I love you too.”
🌟You guys kiss and it gets heated
🌟Him being an absolute gentlemen
🌟But can be whatever you want if you ask
🌟Him always making sure you’re okay as you guys progress more. 👉👌
Dropping him off at the airport
💫Kissing him goodbye at the airport and turning to leave, only to have him call your name
💫You see his bags on the floor and arms wide open
💫You go and hug him
💫"I just needed to smell you again.” he whispers.
💫You giggle and kiss his chest
💫"I left a jacket of mine in your bag. The one I always wear but it’s too big for me?“
💫"Of course.” he says, looking down and smiling
💫You guys kiss one last time and wave goodbye as he enters the tunnel.
Pancakes or Waffles? (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- drabble)
A/N: i got this idea bc i heard a conversation like this happening in the hall at school the other day and it made me laugh lmaooo
#14: “She’s so cute when she sleeps”
word count: 322
warnings: none :))
You’re laying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, your head in Remus’s lap. He’s reading to you, for you’ve had a long week. Well, he was reading to you, but you fell asleep. He continued to read to himself until he could no longer ignore the fact that the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen was laying gracefully still on top of him. He just stops and looks at you, examining your every feature, ingraining you into his head, for he never wants to forget how absolutely gorgeous you are in this very moment. And you’re all his. He’s got the sweetest, dopiest grin on his face as he gawks at your sleeping form.
The portrait door swings open and suddenly, James and Sirius are talking very, very loudly. Something about them arguing over whether pancakes are better than waffles or not..? Who knows, honestly? It’s James and Sirius.
“Guys!!” Remus whisper-shouts, gaining his friends’ attention. “Y/N’s asleep! At least try to keep it down. Also pancakes are better.”
“I TOLD YOU!!!” Padfoot yells, pointing a finger at Prongs. “No one prefers waffles over pancakes!!”
“I can’t believe you’re siding with him!!!” James screams at Remus.
You’re awake at this point, however you haven’t opened your eyes; you’re merely listening to the conversation trying not to laugh.
“SHUT IT!!” Your boyfriend shrieks. “She’s just so cute when she sleeps! I don’t wanna-” He whimpers.
“Moony, her eyes are wide open,” Sirius says, deadpan.
You’re beaming up at him. “You think I’m cute when I’m asleep?”
All four of you start laughing now.
“No, but really. You think I’m cute when I sleep?” You ask quiet enough that only he could hear you.
He nods at you, a smile still playing on his lips. “Yeah, of course I do. You’re always cute, darling.” He leans down and kisses your nose. “And sweet as honey, or should I say syrup?”
Hello! Jungkook scenario when he gets the reader pregnant not plan (you guys are dating ) you tell him & end up aruging and he blames you saying mess up things tell you to leave with the baby. You leave Korea for 4 years, come back with your daughter you guys see each other again. He wants to fix things but you dont after a few months you give him a chance.
Hi there! Thank you so much for the request, and we’re so sorry for the wait! Nonetheless, we hope you enjoy!
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Jungkook Pregnancy Scenario
Everything in life seemed perfect. You had the job of your dreams, you lived in a beautiful city, and you had the perfect boyfriend. It was like a movie, or a fairytale.
But today, you realized that life isn’t perfect and that all good things must come to an end.
“Pregnant…” You watched as a look of pure terror spread across the face of your “perfect” boyfriend, Jungkook. “Y-yeah…” Your heart sank. This wasn’t quite the reaction you thought you were going to receive. “How?…” You knew it wasn’t planned. You thought you took all the precautions, but not even that had worked. “I don’t know…we did everything we could but…” your voice trailed off. He puts his head in his hands as he collapses onto the bed next to you two. “Listen Kookie…” you say as you gently take a seat next to him.
You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, “Everything will be alright…we’ll be okay…” He raises his head again, “Really?” A small smile forms on your face, “Of course, Kookie.” You rub his back, “This was an accident…but we can deal with it, we can get through it.” He looks at you, “Wow…are you sure?” You smile and gently cup your hands around his face, “Of course, Kookie. We just need to be calm.” He smiles back, “Wow, you’re being so brave, (Y/N).” He kisses your forehead. “Thank you, but I couldn’t do it without you.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “Of course, I’ll be there with you all the way through it.” Your smile begins to grow wider. “I’ll hold your hand through it and try my best to make it seem as painless as possible.” You giggle, “Thank you Kookie, but that won’t be for a long while.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? We can’t wait too long, you won’t be able to get it if you do.” Now you’re confused, “Huh? Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You start to loosen your grip on him, “I’m talking about you getting a…you know…abortion.”
Your eyes widen in horror, “W-What, no?! Jungkook, no that’s not at all what I meant” He lets go of you, “(Y/N)…then what do you mean? You can’t expect us to raise it.” Your heart drops. “Why not?…” Piece by piece, you’re perfect reality was crumbling. “We’re still so young! We’re not ready! I’m not ready!” Your hands begin to tingle, “B-but…we can’t just…abandon it.” Jungkook throws his hands in the air, “Well I can’t just abandon my life!” Your eyes dart to him filled with shock, “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth! I still have so much I want to do. And I can’t do it with a kid!” You slowly shake your head. “Jungkook…” He stands up, “Shit, (Y/N). What do you want me to do?! I didn’t want this!” You stutter, trying to say anything but he cuts you off. “I didn’t agree to this, okay?! This isn’t fair to me!” He says, raising his voice even louder.
What he says begins to anger you. “Are you being serious? You are at just as much fault as I am! You played just as big of a role in making this as I did!” He jerks his head towards you, “This has to be your fault! I did my part!” He balls his fists up in anger, “You know what? You always screw things up! And now look what you did!” Your eyes begin to water, “Stop it! Stop blaming me, this isn’t my fault!” He starts to pace around the room. “Jungkook, I am not giving up on this baby. We brough-” “No! You did! This isn’t my problem!” You gasp at what was just said, “Jungkook, you are the father! There’s no changing that! You can’t just-” He waves his hand, “You know what? If you want to keep this baby so badly, then fine. But do it without me.”
More and more of those shards of your storybook life break apart, and they seemed to be stabbing at you right in your heart. “You can’t expect me to do this alone!” The pool of tears in your eyes begin to flow down your red hot cheeks. “I’m not dealing with this!” “You have to!” You walk over to place your hand on his arms, but he shrugs you off. “Don’t touch me!” He scoffs. “Jungkook please…please don’t leave me alone.” He turns his back towards you. “It your choice, (Y/N). You can either stay with me, or you can take the baby and leave.” More fragments of your once flawless life spiral down around you. You take in one last breath, steadying your breathing.
“Fine…” You make your way to the door, and before leaving you take one last glance at your now lost love, who’s back is still facing you. “Goodbye Jungkook…” You slam the door behind you. Crash.
There goes your fairytale.
~4 years later~
She giggles as you tickle her tummy. You two were on a plane to Korea, where you once lived. You continue to make her laugh, making funny faces or noises, and tickling her over and over. She laughs one last time before falling forward and placing her head in the crook of your neck, “Aww, thank you for the hug, darling.” You hold her tight, never wanting to let go. She was the love of your life. You would do anything for her.
You decided to take your daughter to Korea to show her more of her background. Once you moved to America where you raised her, she wasn’t able to be exposed to much of her own culture. You had about a week off from work, so you decided to use the time to expose her to her heritage. Plus, you missed your hometown.
Hours passed and you were finally able to unload the plane and make your way into the airport in Seoul. You balanced her on your hip as you used your other hand to carry your guy’s luggage. Before you knew it, you were in a taxi to head to your hotel, which wasn’t to far from the city you grew up in.
The next day, you were holding her in your arms as you walked down the streets you once knew. Every little detail, you told her about. Every little nook and cranny in the city, you had a story to tell from it. She listened, even if she didn’t always understand what you were saying. You took her to your favorite spots. The coffee shop, the store you always shopped at, even the library where you met her father. As you walked down the aisles with her and looked at all the different books, you couldn’t help but think of him. Each day she begins to look more and more like him. She has his nose, his eyes, she even smiles like him. It hurts. Her father was a man you grew to hate, and to see him in her makes it that much harder.
Before heading back to the hotel, you decided to make a stop at your favorite grocery store. You made an excuse to yourself, saying you needed some food. But really, you wanted to look and see how much has changed.
Her eyes widen in awe at all the pretty colors, like usual. You let her pick out a snack, as do you. You make your way to the checkout line, making sure to keep balance of the little one on your hip. As your waiting, she starts to feel fussy. She begins to whine, and you start to rub her head as you coo at her in an attempt to calm her down. “Darling, it’s okay. We’ll be at the hotel soon and you can take a nap okay?” You rock her back and forth, soothing her.
“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice behind you call your name. Your heart drops, praying it’s not who you think it is. You decide to ignore the person, paying your full attention to your fussy child. “(Y/N)…Is that you?” You sigh. Please….please don’t let it be him. You turn around, your heart racing. And just your luck.
It was him.
You stayed silent. She clung to you, put off by the stranger. “Oh my god…” He says. You still didn’t respond. Instead, you rubbed her back and tried to turn away. “Hey…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, and she whines even more. “She doesn’t like strangers.” You say, turning away from him once again. “(Y/N), don’t be like that.” You let out another sigh. He’s right. You shouldn’t be acting so childish. Thankfully, the cashier calls you over. “Hold on.” You say, as you walk to check out. You pay and thank the cashier. “Your daughter is very beautiful, by the way.” You smile. “Thank you very much.” you reply, smiling down at your daughter. You begin to walk out the door, hoping he forgot about you. “Wait!” Damn. You stop, letting him catch up to you. “(Y/N)…” He says once again. You turn around, finally giving in. “Yes?” A smile creeps onto his face, but you continue to remain unamused. “It’s uh…been a while. Huh?” You nod your head. She clings to you once again, hiding her face in your neck. “That’s uh…” “Yes, it is.” You rub her back once again, reassuring her that everything was okay. He pauses for a while, looking at her. At the both of you.
“What’s her name?” He says, keeping his eyes on the both of you. “Areum.” You say flatly. He smiles, “It fits her well. Beauty. Just like her mother.” You frown at him, letting him know he was crossing the line. He lowers his head in apology. There was a silence between you two. “Listen, we should probably get going.” “Wait!” You look back at him, both arms wrapped around Areum. “Um…How long will you be staying here.” You hesitate, keeping your arms around her and a safe distance from him. “Why do you want to know, Jungkook?” He seems a little hurt by what you said, but he continues. “If you had any free time, maybe we could catch up?” You were hoping he wasn’t going to say that. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” He sighs, “Listen, I know we left off on a rough patch, but…” You shake your head, “Jungkook…no, I’m sorry.” He tries to step towards you, but you back away. “Please, (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to talk to you these last few years-” You start to get irritated, “Oh, really?! Then how come I never received a call or text, huh?!” You raised your voice slightly, which startled Areum as she squirmed in your arms. You turn to her, cooing at her once again and reassuring her that everything was okay. You sigh once again, lowering your voice to a normal tone. “Listen, Jungkook. I don’t want to talk to you, and that’s that. Now please, let me and my daughter leave.” You begin to turn around once again.
“No! Please! (Y/N) I regretted everything that night! I shouldn’t have let you go! I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been there for her! It was the biggest mistake I ever made, and I’m sorry!” He rambles, and you stop in your tracks once again. He continues, “The day you left, I wanted to run after you and apologize. I wanted to take back everything I said that night. It was wrong, all of it! I don’t truly know why I never did, I just…I was to scared.” You stood there listening, with your back facing him. You listened to what he was saying, feeling conflicted. “I was hoping that maybe…maybe you would come back to me. That you would try and smack some sense into me, and convince me to stay with you and raise the baby with you. But you didn’t…you shouldn’t have. I didn’t deserve it. You were right for not coming back to me. And I was wrong for leaving you all alone to raise a child by yourself.” Your expression softens slightly as you continue to clutch onto your daughter. “I’ve never been able to live with myself since then. I kept telling myself to call you. To get back in touch with you. But, I was too ashamed. I didn’t want to face you.” You quietly sighed to yourself, you began to feel torn.
For four years, he left you alone. And in those years, your hatred grew for him more and more. You were stuck raising a child with no help whatsoever. And you love Areum. You would go through that struggle all over again if it was for her sake. But you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly difficult. You spent so many restless hours throughout the day working at one of your three jobs while Areum was at daycare, or you were spending countless, sleepless nights feeding her while your stomach growled because you only had enough money for her formula and baby food.
And you blamed him. You blamed him for all of it.
But now, he’s here, begging for your forgiveness. Something you never thought would happen, not even in your dreams. You thought he had moved on. You thought he found someone else as he continued to live his life without a care in the world. When in reality, he never stopped thinking about you. “I completely shut down when you left. I didn’t leave our -er, my house…for I think almost a month. They had to kick my door in and force me out. It took a long time to get back on my feet, but I did. And I got a job. A real job. I raised money, and I…I set money aside so I could go see you and…her.” You raised your eyebrows, shocked. You slowly turn around. He continues once more, “I…I guess I don’t need to use it to fly to America anymore. I had also been saving money to send to you, to help you out. But, I was still too scared to face you.” You stared at him wide eyed. “I’m sorry I should’ve sent it to you a long time ago I just…” You nod your head, urging him to move on. “M-my point is…” He takes a breath, steadying his voice. “My point is, I never stopped thinking about you, or the baby. And I regret the decision I made more than anything else in my life. It was a huge mistake. and I…I want to fix it.” He pauses, breathing in once more. “I want to…fix us.” Your expression has completely softened. You look down, trying to decide. Maybe…it’s worth it to have a little talk with him? You take in a long breath, readying yourself to say words you never thought you’d ever say to him..
“Areum and I are staying in the hotel down the street. If you stop by around this time tomorrow, we should be there.” You let out a shaky breath still surprised by what you’re saying. He smiles widely, “I will, don’t doubt it for a second.” You nod to him, “We need to go now, she’s getting cranky. But…we’ll see you tomorrow?” He nods, a giant grin across his face. “Yes, you will. I promise!” You nod once again, this time offering a small smile. “Goodbye Jungkook…I’ll see you at the hotel.” You say, as you walk off.
You begin to walk the opposite direction of him. Areum lifts her head to look up at you. You gaze into her big, sparkling eyes. Once again, you were reminded of how much she is beginning to look like her father. But for the very first time, this reminder didn’t bring hatred towards him. No. This time you felt a warm feeling spreading through your chest.
Maybe this fairytale will have a happy ending after all.
Anonymous said:Sorry this is so late! I completely forgot to hit the actual “ask” button! 😥 could you do some more prompts on the villain using the hero’s rival to get to the hero? (More specifically could you elaborate on that certain prompt where the rival said they hated each other and the villain asked the hero if they heard that they didn’t love them back) thank you so much! I hope you never ever stop writing! ❤️❤️❤️
Anonymous said:Ooooh I love your prompts where the rival has a secret crush on the hero, or at least doesn’t hate them as much as they pretend to. Any more?
Anonymous said:The hero accidentally stumbles upon their rival’s terrible dark secret that changes every, except…
1) “Aw,” the villain said. And here they came all this way, to hand themselves over, to save you. That’s hatred for you, isn’t it?” The rival felt utterly sick. After a beat, the hero strolled into view. “Alright?” the hero asked the rival, softly. It felt even worse that they were still asking that question, ever so gallant, when the rival had just done the equivalent of spitting on them. However unintentionally. They ached to explain themselves, to say that they couldn’t possibly admit to anything in front of the villain in fear of being used against each other. They’d thought the hero hated them, that their feelings could never… “You can’t be here,” the rival rasped. “You have to go.” Please, run. “I love this,” the villain said cheerfully. “ I should make popcorn. Or maybe I should put a hundred volts through their body, what do you think?” “You’ve got me here,” the hero bit out. “You don’t need them. Let them go.” “But I haven’t even made you cry yet.”
2) “Kiss me,” the villain demanded. “Kiss me like you imagine kissing them.” The hero shot the rival an agonized look, so painfully obviously humiliated by having their feelings revealed and so painfully desperate to do anything to protect them still. When they thought the rival hated them. God, the rival had thought the hero hated them, but that look… They opened their mouth to - “Ah ah,” the villain interrupted them, gaze still fixed on the hero. “Not you, casanova. Keep your tongue behind your teeth and your mouth shut or I’ll pull them out, the grown ups are talking now. You might even enjoy this. You hate them right?”
3) “They never hear about this,” they warned. “Got it?” “I think they just did.” They whipped around, horrified at the thought of being caught defending their rival. Being nice. Ugh.
4)“I always knew you had a soft spot for me,” their rival purred. “You did not!” Their rival paused, blinked. The protagonist realized with horror that they had essentially just admitted to - oh no. You did not. Not I do not. Not, I hate you. Not anything good. Crap. They moved to flee the same second their rival pounced to keep them there. “You have a soft spot for me,” their rival said.
“I mean-” the protagonist floundered with the sudden close proximity, fumbled for some excuse. “I don’t-”
5) “I’m not going to tell anyone, you know.” “In exchange for what?” their rival snapped. “Seriously? In exchange for nothing, prick. I’m not blackmailing you over this. Bloody hell, what kind of monster do you think I am?” They stared at each other. “…thank you.” “What was that?” “Fuck you.” Some of the tension eased.
6) “Always nice to know that I can count on you being a complete and utter git.” “But, of course. You know I’d never let you down, darling. People need stability in difficult times.” The rival snorted, and if it sounded a little too close to a sob they graciously ignored it. Just for this once.
“But she’d be stuck in there to.” Bonnie pointed out and you
rolled your eyes.
“I’ll be fine just hang on.” You sighed and tossed your mask
down as you hurried up to the room where your brothers were fighting. “Stop!”
“(Y/N) what are you doing?” Damon growled and you rolled
“Just trust me you don’t want to do anything until your
little witch figures something out.” You sighed and pulled Damon off Katherine.
“just trust me brother, she’s playing a trick.” You glared at Katherine as she
If he looked at it objectively,
Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to
stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to
make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone
the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods.
Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he
elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession
as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu
of any other transport options.
“Motherfucking dick hole son of a
“Could you please refrain from
swearing until you have left the bus, please?”
Nigel swung to find the source of
the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock
some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t
wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world.
Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned
face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat,
careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting
opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his
beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.
He grabbed the rail above the
kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous,
I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you
The kid crossed his arms in front
of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or
swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache
and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until
you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he
added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore
either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for
someone you have just met.”
Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam
a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in
the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in
this whole damn state.”
At this, Adam flicked his eyes up
to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed
and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to
understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is
not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”
“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel
grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if
it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But
in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken.
Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed
his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another
moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to
make space for Nigel.
True to his word, Nigel didn’t
utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely
front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure,
his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim
waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to
get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks.
He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.
“Adam, I know I said I would be
quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question
drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in
Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam
stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was
his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he
should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off
young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into