A/N:My first published smut ayy.. I was stuck on this for a while but last night lordt I just went on one and finished it at like 4am lmao… Ty to my FLOwer (@nctreacting) for helping me out with this 💕
The battle begins once more, you having already forgotten about
the phone call, but somewhere in Yoosung’s mind, he’s thinking about the web
page he’d closed
Maybe it would
be useful to look through
Y’all are rehearsing some lines
or taking selfies
or working out
or trying to summon Satan idk but your phone rings and you
excuse yourself from your current activity to answer it
lmao though imagine you actually summon Satan and he’s trying to
take your soul or smthing but then you’re like ok hold up my dude I got a phone
call the delivery guy might have gotten lost and Satan is just left standing
there like ??? do I get food too or
anyways hi hello it’s your /actual/ father calling about the
family reunion on Saturday
Zen’s sneaking glances your way because what’s with this sweet
tone of yours
is i T A mE m Be R of Th eOpPOSi t E SE x????????
basically he’s trying to listen to the voice on the other end of
the line but being sneaky about it
we all know that ‘subtlety’ is not part of Hyun Ryu’s
vocabulary, let alone life skills
so he’s basally draped himself over you like some sort of
fallen tree trunk
im good at analogies alright
you’re trying to focus on the call but at the same time Zen what
the flippity fuck are you doing you’re making me have to pee
he’s already suspicious but when you hang up with a
cheery “love ya daddy!” Zen malfunctions and doesn’t know whether to cry
“Who was that why do you love that person was it a guy wh-”
“Zen, chill that was my dad.”
you can see him dying a bit inside because oh no I got jealous over her F A THER??????
but then Zen is Suddenly Inspired
“Hey,” he whispers in a sultry voice, his lips pressed against
your ear, “how about you call me daddy too?”
contrary to popular belief, Jumin is actually cool with you
talking to other dudes
as long as it’s strictly professional, that is
he’s never heard you talk to your family before, so he
isn’t aware just how close you all
the both of you are attending a meeting, and during the coffee
break you receive a call
‘Jongin’ is the caller’s name, which Jumin manages to catch a
glimpse of flashing across your phone’s screen before you deftly answer the
“Yeah? Hello!” you say, before excusing yourself from the
Jumin is left wondering whether he should follow you or just
but there’s just something about the delicate shift in your tone that puts him ill at ease
because you should only be speaking to him that way
side note I reallllllly want to see some yandere Jumin but not
like weird prison guard Jumin but actual Yoosung level yandere
alas, the meeting starts again, yet you don’t return to the room
he hears you giggle occasionally from the hallway, but tries not
to focus on it too much because the meeting is about the future of C&R’s
cat projects and therefore of uttermost importance
needless to say, his mind is quite preoccupied
one of the chairmen asks him “What do you believe would be
the total production cost for this particular plan?”
Jumin answers with a distracted “Oh, no I rather do like red wine with my pasta.”
· basically he’s really not himself what’s gotten into him
he’s usually an unstoppable force in meetings but now???
- the meeting is adjourned, and he rushes out the door
as soon as he spots you in he hallway, he’s marching straight
towards you, reaching for your arm right when you say “Okay bye! I’ll
see you tomorrow, love you!”
“What’s this about loving who now?” Jumin hisses, his hand closing lightly, but firmly, around your wrist
“It’s me telling a family member that I care about them?” you
say, confused as to why he’s reacting in such a way
“You - what? family member?”
Yeah, that was my uncle. We usually go shopping together every
few weeks, and we’re due to go again tomorrow.”
Jumin’s emotions quiet down in an instant, however his heart is
still running rampant like a wild beast in his chest
he slides his fingers down to envelop your hand, and gently
rests his forehead atop yours
“Please, my love, don’t scare my like that again, you are my
one, my everything…”
you’re getting ready to whisper your own cheesy loving sentence, but he
“Also you should bring your uncle shopping in this building. We
have over 200 different stores, and maybe he would be willing to lead our cat
you poke his stomach
“You are not bringing my
uncle into this cat thing…but if you want, you can tag along and come
shopping with us.”
he agrees, which is a bad idea
cuz you and your uncle tag team him
and he ends up wearing some sort of cat/maid outfit that shows
skin in just the right places
yeah but it’s a good buy
Jumin actually wears it around the penthouse
Driver Kim once saw him in it
“The young master has rather particular interests….”
lowkey approves and wants one himself
mmmmmmkay well honestly he’s heard you say “I love you” to
several people already, but he doesn’t get jealous because you’re always showering him with your affection
but he’s had one of his bad days, old emotions and thoughts and
insecurities are already chasing each other in his mind
so it isn’t helping him much when he can just tell you’re talking to another boy
terrible thoughts swarm his head, and he cannot stop fretting about all the bad things that could possibly be happening
What if he hadn’t been looking enough into things? What if
he’s being played? Are you going around behind his back? Betraying him?
but for every one of these thoughts, he lashes out at
himself, thinking things along the lines of don’t I trust her? Do I really
think she’s that bad a person? She’s given me all this love, would she really
just abandom me like that?
Or maybe now I’m reading too much into things?
“Alright, bye Kyungsoo, I love you!”
He winces, not wanting to face you, afraid that the bile in his
throat will lead him to say harsh things
“What’s wrong, Saeyoung?”
“Who…” he croaks, a faint pain etched across his face, “Who
were you talking to?”
“Oh that? It was my brother!”
“Is something the matter?”
“No, I’m just a huge idiot
“Now tell me something I don’t know,” you say with a sly smile,
wrapping your arms around his waist, “you might be the world’s biggest idiot,
but at the very least, you’re my
Saeyoung instinctively returns the embrace, holding you tight
against his chest. “Likewise.”
oh my hea RT lmao what heart haha I just roasted myself
y’all are just chillin’, looking through his pictures when you
get a phone call
V is fine with you talking on the phone right beside him, so you
answer right there
Heck, you could even be riding the shit out of him and he’d still
be chill with you calling your friend
MC orders pizza while getting laid lolololol
He gets momentarily nervous, though, when he hears a deeper
voice on the other end of the line
But V, he tells himself, don’t discriminate maybe
it’s a girl with a deeper voice you never know
“Who is that?” V mouths, just to be safe
“Oh, he’s just –” you start to say before you get
cut off by the person you’re talking to
a b OY?!
“Okay! I love you!” you say before hanging up
V’s all ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽
it takes him a moment to calm down, at which point he’s
convinced himself that you’re moving on, which is fine, because he’s not good
enough for you he wasn’t good enough for Rika you’ll be happier without him
“V you’re turning blue I don’t think you’re breathing.”
He inhales sharply and looks at you with tears in his eyes
it makes sense, he concludes, trying to hold back
“You should have told me sooner,” he says softly
“Told you what?”
“That you’ve…found someone else.”
seriously V I thought I jumped to conclusions too
fast but you really take the cake
you just stare at him, then look at the phone in your hand, then
back at V
“Sweetheart no that was my cousin!”
V just blanches
I am horrible how dare I get jealous so easily and I thought she
was in love with another family member what am I –
“V if you stop breathing like that you’ll actually die.”
without a word, V reaches over to you and pulls you into his
there’s a strange elation sensation inside his body, and he
realizes that he had unconsciously been so stressed, a knot of worry had formed
in the pit of his stomach
his worry is replaced by a realization
the realization that
he’s not okay with you leaving him after all
He ain’t taking none of that shit
the moment he hears you say “Hi!” in such a sweet
voice because MC you’re only supposed to talk like that with me h o w da
re you, he practically launches himself at your phone and does a
wicked somersault landing
Where did he go?
Surely not inside the kitchen cabinets
but there he is
crouching between cereal boxes and jars of tomato sauce,
just emanating dark waves of furious doom
They’re so tangible for a second you worry they might stain the
“She’s mine,” he hisses into the receiver, “and I’m not
gonna let you lay a single hand on her.”
“Well…” the voice answers, “that’s fine and all but I’m her
brother so we do occasionally hug sometimes.”
Saeran had already prepared a nasty comeback, but he wasn’t
expecting the call to be from your family
“Ah uh, okay bye,” he grunts instead in an awkward manner,
before promptly hanging up
“Um…Saeran…I kinda really needed to talk to him though…”
He whips his gaze towards you
“The….” he chokes, his eyes wide
“The what???? Hug?????” he
finally whispers, seeming if not a bit panicked by the thought such a thing existing
you stare at each other blankly for a brief minute before you
double up in laughter because
a) he looks like a startled, edgy cat b) he’s in your fucking kitchen cabinets and c)the what??? hug??? was
something you never thought would come out of his mouth
but he gets so sour about you laughing at him that he refuses to
leave his perch for the next two hours
#spends the whole time thinking about you hugging him
I would like to dedicate this story to my good friend Arnell, who is undoubtedly cackling after reading that title. Love you.
Let me set the scene. It’s 10:45pm on a Wednesday and I’m just getting off work, tired as fuck. As I’m heading to the elevators to go home, I turn my phone on and immediately see a notification from Snapchat. Imagine my surprise when I see it’s from an old boo I used to mess with in fucking HIGH SCHOOL. If yall read my post about the nigga that sucked my tiddys on the second floor while the rest of the school was in the gym watching the basketball game, this is that guy. The one who said my tiddys was Downey soft.
So I open the snap and he asking if he can pull up on me and using the thirsty emoji faces. I’m like hmmm….. I haven’t seen him in literally six years. We’ve spoken from time to time but it’s been a while. So it was shocking that he suddenly wanted to see me. But as ya’ll know, I’ve been like… in heat… ever since me and my boyfriend broke up two months ago. I’ve really just been waiting for the perfect person and opportunity to get some dick and I was starting to think THIS COULD BE IT lmao. I could tell it was probably one of those situations where he just seen me on snapchat looking good as fuck and started reminiscing, so he hit me up. But I didn’t care, it was just dick right?
Let me describe him though… he’s about 5′11-6′0. Medium brown to darkskinned. Athletic build. Long locs. Juicy lips. Big nose (yall know I love niggas with big noses). He a hood nigga, so he dress like the average hood nigga that love designer clothes. Anyway, he fine as hell. So I message him back asking what he tryna pull up for. He telling me he wanna talk to me and he gotta get some shit off his chest. Talking about “I miss you fr” and “Send address” lmaoo. He just kept begging me and rushing me, steady reminding me to let him know when I was home. It was funny as hell.
So when I got home and had showered or whatever, I told him he could come. He kept asking if I missed him but I’m like I’ll decide that when I see him. I had to wait and see where his head was at and what he been doing with his life before I start flirting and shit. Cause if he pulled up looking dirty as hell or I found out he was a bum now or something, it wasn’t happening lmfao. But he gets there and when I get in the car, it is quite clear that he is drunk. Actually, he still had the drink in his hand. I’m like no wonder this nigga being so honest and all in his feelings lol.
But he was looking good as fuckkkk though. And he smelled amazing lol. But I’m playing hard-to-get and shit, just making conversation, acting like I didn’t know he wanted me. So we’re talking, catching up on everything over the past six years. I asked him how his mama and sister was doing, and we talked about his daddy passing last year and what he was doing with his life now. He sounded like he was doing good and trying to make moves towards a better lifestyle. I tell him what I been up to and all that good shit. He played some music for me that he did and it was actually good lol. So I’m like okay..okay…everything lining up so far lmao.
And THEN….he really got me when he started talking about my art. I ain’t even know he followed it because he never likes or comments on it, but he started referencing different details in specific pieces and just telling me how amazing and talented I am and all the things I could do with it and how he wishes me so much success and he went on and on and on about all this for a good 15-20 minutes. I’m just sitting there silently while he speaking all passionately about me and thinking to myself “Yep…I’m gonna ride his dick.”
After the art talk was over though, he started talking about what he REALLY had to tell me. He leaning in towards me looking me dead in my eyes , getting serious as fuck and telling me how much he miss me. I’m laughing it off telling him he crazy cause he was staring at me for a long ass time and it was making me nervous LOL. Then he started talking about my lips. (If you didn’t already know, my lips are kinda beautiful). And he asked me if he could taste them. I think by this point for sure, my thong was wet. And I had a tight dress on. I started rearranging myself in my seat so I wouldn’t leak onto his seats and shit lmaoo.
I’m still pretending I ain’t thinking about him until he asks me for a hug. So I lean over to give him a hug and he pulls me over to his side so I’m laying halfway on top of him and he just squeezing me and rubbing on my ass. But I was uncomfortable so I moved back to my seat. Then he asked if he could have another hug lmao. And this time he pulled me all the way into his lap and when I was there, he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him hard as fuck and kissed me. That’s one of my turn-ons, when the guy just take control and puts me where he wants me. I lowkey love that shit.
So I’m sitting cross-legged on his lap and his arms wrapped around my waist all tight and he tonguing me down. I don’t be joking when I say a good kissing is all I need to get me where I need to be lmao and man….then when we stopped kissing and I felt his wet tongue flickering all over my neck…. yooooo. The way his tongue was feeling had me wondering what it would feel like in between my legs. Because believe it or not, I’ve had some bad experiences with that because niggas tongues just don’t be wet enough? Idk about yall, but that has happened a few times to me. But his tongue was so wet and warm and doing everything right…
Then he pulled one of my tiddys out and started licking and sucking on it. He had tints on his windows so I’m thinking to myself “we could fuck RIGHT NOW if we wanted to” lol. He said I had him thinking about shit he shouldn’t be thinking about. I’m like what? And he said me bouncing up and down on his dick. Which is exactly what I wanted to be doing But honestly, I didn’t like the fact that he was drunk. I didn’t wanna fuck him when I was sober and he was drunk. And legally, that’s rape, idc what yall say lol. And I wasn’t tryna be that person. Doesn’t seem like a big deal to yall probably, but It’s the principle of the whole thang. I just told him right now wasn’t the time or place.
We started talking about the whole tiddy sucking thing in HS lmao. And how he was the first guy I ever sent nudes to and how I had wanted him to be the first guy I had sex with. And how we used to be on the back of the bus messing around when the basketball team had away games because he was on the team and I used to run the clock and keep the book for their games. He started talking shit about how when he got home, he wanted pics of my tiddys in his snapchat. Talking about “They mine. They always been mine baby. They on you, but they belong to me.” And if any other nigga said some shit like that to me, I would’ve been like “BOAAA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE” lmaoooo. But he was highkey just turning me on yall :(
He started rubbing on me and laying back in his seat saying he was tryna calm down lmfao. But he kept going back to licking on my neck and feeling for my zipper. I said “you ruining the mood” in my warning voice lol and he stopped. He started acting thirsty again, repeatedly telling me to let him know when I’m free so he can come get me. I’m like sooo you gone drive out here from Lansing to get me and take me back to your place, then drive me back out here? and he said yeah. And I believed him because I used to fuck with this guy who lived in Crestwood and did the same shit multiple times a week lol. My friend swore he wasn’t gonna really do it cause niggas don’t do all that just for some pussy. I’m like they do for this pussy
So I give him my schedule or whatever and he leaves. Texts me when he gets home and ask to see the tiddys. So I sent him my top three fave tiddy nudes lol. And he losing my mind talking how perfect they are and how he needs them and how much he miss them. Saying I was about to make him stroke it lmao. Anyway, I fell asleep soon after that. But when I woke up the next morning, I was like hmmm let me look at his facebook. I was just trying to look at pictures of him LMAO. I hadn’t been friends with him on facebook or ig in a year or so. So I just wanted to check it out.
What the fuck do you think was the first thing I saw?
A GOTDAMN ULTRASOUND PICTURE AS HIS HEADER.
I’m thinking to myself “nahh nahh nahhhh…. I KNOW this ain’t his child…. I know it’s not…….”
I had a bad experience with babymama drama before and I said I would never again fuck with a nigga that got kids because that was the only SURE way to avoid it lmaobs. And I know how niggas like to claim to be single when they got a kid on the way but they really still fuck with the BM or even be in a whole relationship with her. And like I said…he a hood nigga. I ain’t want no hood bitches coming after my ass cause I fucked her babydaddy. I’m in denial and shit though like let me check his instagram, this could be his unborn niece or nephew for all I know smfh lmaoo.
So I get on IG and it’s multiple ultrasound posts with captions like “daddy’s little girl” “My kid ain’t gone ever want for nothing!” blah blah blah. I’m PISSEDDDDDDD LOL. Like everything was going so fucking perfectly. I was bout to get some dick and I just knewwwwwww it was gone be good. I JUST KNEW! When I asked him about it, this nigga said “I thought you knew”. The fuck?? That long ass talk we had where I asked you what’s been going on in ya life and brought up multiple family members and personal shit and you didn’t think not once to tell me that you had a baby on the way fool????
I decided right then that I wasn’t gone fuck with him. But I got to talking to my friends about it and they kept tryna convince me I was thinking too much and his BM wasn’t my problem and I was blocking my blessings and shit lmfao. And lowkey, I had been thinking lately that I be cockblocking myself sometimes cause I be too worried about the wrong things. Like when I was on that date a month ago and me and dude were in the car kissing, I was READY AS FUCK but I kept saying I needed to go in the house cause we couldn’t be out in the middle of the street like that. Instead of just saying “let’s go somewhere” lmfao. And I been regretting that shit ever since. So I thought it over and was like okay… he didn’t have no pics of his BM or any other woman up on his page so maybe he really not fucking with her anymore in that way.
Clearly in denial. I hit him up anyway and ask if they still together. This how the conversation went:
Me:are yall still together? -__-
Him:We cool :(
Me:yall were in a relationship?
Him:That’s my bm I won’t lie to you I got to cuz of my daughter (????). Yes.
Me:but yall dont fuck with each other in that way huh -__-
Me:That’s a yes.
Him:that’s a ……..
Me:if you can’t say no, it’s yes.
Him:*eyeroll* *sad face* stop it
Me: *getting pissed cause he beating around the bush* why did you even do all that yesterday if you know you in a relationship and bout to have a baby with someone lol like what was the purpose in even coming to see me
AND DO YALL KNOW WHAT HE SAID?????!!!!!!!!
DO YOU KNOW???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS NIGGA SAID “you cappin shorty”.
Yall…I lost it. I was looking like Lois Griffin after everybody ruined Christmas and then it wasn’t even no paper towels left. I was minding my own damn business not thinking bout yo ass, then you gone come over and seduce me just to tell me you still with ya babymama?? And then when I find out, you gone tell me I’m trippin???!!! Is this real life??? I told his ass bye. He sent some sad faces but fuck him lmao. I was so mad. Playing with my pussy’s heart like that. I couldn’t believe he was 25, still acting like he did at 18 when we was in high school. That shit is crazy. I hope he find out the baby ain’t his.
anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. Word Count: 3,448 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)
stop i can’t stop thinking about being harry’s date to that wedding and you guys have been together for like years and you’re both excited bc he’s been so busy with the album so it’s doubling as a wedding and a mini vacation and you’re so excited to finally get some alone time with him!!!!! BUT THE RECEPTION WHEN HES HOLDING THE BOUQUET IM DYING OK BC MAYBE he decided he HAS to be part of the bouquet toss because you won’t GO even though he’s like begging you to so he’s like “fine then i’ll go” and you’re yelling for him to come back because he’s not supposed to participate traditionally so you’re scared it’ll bring bad luck like lowkey but you end up laughing while you’re watching him and you’re taking pics of him LMAO and then guess what!! HE FUCKIN CATCHES IT!!! and he’s so happy and it’s so cute and everyone is celebrating because “it’s about time” so he’s rushing over to you immediately after and he kisses you and it’s really .. it is not a kiss that is appropriate in front of so many people but he’s so happy and you’re so in love with him that you don’t even CARE. “guess ’s about time i make ya’ m'wife,” is what he finally says and you giggle bc you’re both drunk but not anywhere near the point where you don’t know what you’re saying and won’t remember it come morning and so. you agree and kiss him again and it’s not long before you’ve dragged him back to the hotel suite and he makes you come thrice and you’re crying after the third and he’s trying to calm you down and is kissing your face and your shoulders and being sososososo gentle until your breathing is somewhat even again and you’re not shaking in his arms and the bride’s bouquet is sitting on the bedside table and he’s sobered up by now and so have you and he’s playing with your fingers and then he stops for a second and you look at him curiously and then you realize he’s taking off his rose ring and he’s sliding it on your finger where an engagement ring would go and you’ve got a lump in your throat and wide eyes because what the fuck harry you were joking and he just shrugs “it’ll ‘ave t'do ‘til i can g'ya’ a proper ring” and he’s smirking and you don’t even say anything and just kiss him again because he’s!!! going!!! to!!! be!!! your!!! husband!!! and you tell him you love him and how MUCH you love him and it ends with you sucking him off and him telling you how pretty your hand looks around his cock with his ring on your finger. yeehaw
I LOVE the chancellor Obi-Wan series! I reread it all the time because tortured Obi-Wan is great, but his personal hell of becoming a politician while preventing everything is even better. But that last line, wow. Why do I get the feeling the assassination is going to happen while Skyguy and Snips are away? But would that mean that Obi Wan gets to show off all his amazing jedi moves in front of the Senate? And remind them he's The Negotiator but also a superb fighter???
Anonymous said: Im suddenly thinking of imprompto skydiving when the next assasionation attempt goes off in Bail’s office. Unless it is poision or toxic chemicals.
Anonymous said: So, SC Obi has had two attempts on his life so far? Only two? No others getting caught before they get to Obi? One of Palps assassin plans interrupted by some other opportunist who fails miserably (and then more Palp-is-suffering?) Or frustration on the investegators parts at these unrelated to the first two attempts?
I wouldn’t think that two assassination attempts warrants an “only”, considering what a short time Obi-Wan has been in power. It is, in fact, a huge amount of attempts. After all, a lot of political leaders have gone their entire careers without a single assassination attempt. ;)
So here we are! An update! Finally! Assassination attempt #3!
I’ve had the text finished-ish for some time, but I’ve been editing and editing and editing until I now. Shout-out to my girl @dendral for looking it over so I could stop banging my head against it!
This ficlet ended at a whooping 5.7k, so hopefully it will feel worth the wait.
WARNING:this story contains the aftermath of anexplosion, as such there will be some descriptions of injuriescaused by it, mentions of death, as well as the contemplation of death and dying.
If there’s anything you think i missed in my warning, I’m sorry, just let me know and I’ll fix it.
Here we go!
Obi-Wan thinks back to the previous night. He slept well, knowing that Master Yoda was watching over him, though he cannot help the feeling of shame that washes over him. He shouldn’t need Master Yoda’s help like this. He’s dealt with his prescience since he was a child, he should be used to it by now.
He tries to accept the feeling and let it go. He knows that Master Yoda would likely smack his shin with the gimer stick and say something about there being no shame in needing help, and how asking for it shows greater wisdom than breaking your back trying to carry all burdens on your own.
The thought almost makes him feel a phantom ache in his shin, and he smiles. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Obi-Wan turns back to the matter at hand.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: So I reread this series last night and holy shit this has got to be the slowest slow burns ever. I’m so sorry lmao. Also, I know I haven’t been linking the previous part and next part in each chapter because takes so much time so I’m just going to put the series masterlist on each chapter from now on.
Description: After Natasha confronts Flash about the (backfired) prank, the Reader’s longing for a true family fulfilled. But at lunch time, she’s suddenly faced with a harsh decision that could either ruin her life or improve it.
Words: 3154 (geez)
Notes: Final part! Woo! I cranked out this series so fast lmao. I might write a “year later” chapter or something if you guys want! If you do, just tell me here.
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Flash Thompson, Michelle “MJ” Jones, Ned Leeds.
Ships: Avengers x Superpowered!Reader, Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader
“Guys, honestly, you don’t have to do this.” You said, nearly having to yell over the engine of the convertible, your voice drowned out by the wind. Tony turned around to face you when you came to a red light, lowering his sunglasses to peer at you over their lenses,”Kid, my dad never took me for joy-rides, and he never talked to the kids that bullied me. I’m just trying to be a better father.”
“Yes, but your dad wasn’t Iron Man!” You exclaimed,”Flash’ll shit his pants once he see’s you guys coming towards him!” You cried from the backseat. You didn’t want to come across as the snobbish rich kid with the cars and nice clothes, as you had conveyed this to them earlier. Regardless, Tony still pulled out his brightest, most expensive car from the garage and drove you here.
“Isn’t that the point?” Nat questioned. She dropped her joking tone when she saw the intense worry on your face, and she turned and glanced at Tony. With a sigh, Tony drove down the street, parking a block before your school,”Fine. I won’t go in.” He turned around again, giving you a pointed look underneath his sunglasses,”You and that Parker boy be good. Now go kick ass, kid.” You gave him a fist bump, thanking him under your breath as you left the car.
Natasha followed suit, and you looked at her narrowly. Knowing you couldn’t sway her to stay behind as easily, you followed her down the street,”You know you don’t have to do this, right?” You looked up at your mentor, her expression set dead forward,”I know.” Natasha replied. She lifted a wad of papers, which would need to be given to the school to change your emergency contact information,”I’m just turning some papers in.” She smirked, her true intentions clear.
“Oh, yeah. Everyone’s already freaking about the whole thing with Tony, and now they’re going to flip because Black Widow is helping me to school.” You looked down at your shoes as you and Nat walked in tandem, not even bothering to wear a disguise to hide her identity. She even had her widow’s bite cuffs on underneath her leather jacket, and probably had some other gear with her too, like her Makarov PM or Glock 26. Knowing she had at least six weapons on her at all times was both a comforting thing and a minor stress to your day-to-day life. Either way, she trained you to be the same, as you could feel the cold metal of two taser disks against your ankle.
Natasha only smirked, red curls flowing down and around her face with every step. She knew your usual route and followed you along the football field. With every step, you felt more heads turn your way. Nat noted how you skirted closer to her upon walking into the grass.”Nat, really—”
“Where is he?” Natasha cut to the chase, stopping your walk and searching the area for the snotty teen that had pranked you. You gently put your hand on her arm,” Nat, please, let’s just go to the office.” Natasha looked back to you, suddenly intensely caring as she put her hand on your shoulder. She leaned in and began to whisper,
“When I brought you into S.H.I.E.L.D 8 years ago after you got your powers, you were just an assignment I had to take care of to impress my boss and make up for everything I did with the Red Room.” She squeezed your shoulder, and your mouth was left agape with her sudden sentiments,”But over time, you became someone I cared about. I promised I would protect you after New York, and I’m still going to. So tell me where he is so I can defend you and protect you, because right now, we’re the only people we have.”
“Nat…” You trailed off. She looked down at you like you were her little sister, the surprise of hearing her say something so sentimental catching you off guard. And what she said what terrifyingly true; she was the only girl you could talk to about anything, the person who—over most of the team, cared about you the most. She trained you, she helped you control your powers, all the while staying and volunteering her hours to keep you safe.
“He’s over there. The snobby one messing with his collar.” You confessed, nodding to your right. Natasha looked to the bleachers, nearly every student on the field looking in your direction. She gestured for you to lead, reminding you of your first missions, where she would crouch down and quiz you about what to do next.
A gun poised in her hand, Natasha ducked below the crate and looked into your terrified eyes with stern, teacherly jade ones,”What do we do now, Y/N?” She asked, reloading her gun. You looked to your enemies, about to torture a girl.”I’ll fight them off,” You decided, looking to the trio of men,”You get her free.”
While you were so focused on the loss of Steve and the others, you forgot that someone was still here for you… even if “here” meant watching you from afar in a lunch lady getup.
When Flash saw you, he stomped off the bleachers, utterly oblivious to Natasha as she stood a few feet behind you,”Well hello there, Y/N. How was your and Penis Parker’s date?” He asked, sneering. You held your ground,”Great.” You smiled at him with a sickly sweet expression,”We went home and watched movies all night.”
He snorted, laughing it off before leaning in to whisper sharply,”You have no idea who you’re dealing with. My father—” Natasha cut him off,”Oh, so this is him.” She said. With each of her own steps forward he took a step back, stuttering incomprehensibly,”You-you’re the Black Wid-widow.” She stopped walking toward him when he bumped into the crowd behind him,”Make’s sense…” She murmured distastefully.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter entered the scene, looking at you for permission before he grabbed your hand. Ned came into step beside him, but promptly dropped his Chem project into the grass.”Is that…?” He trailed off. You and Peter exchanged a giddy glance,”Yeah.”
Natasha leaned in to whisper something into Flash’s ear, and his face darkened dramatically in fear. She glared at him as she pulled away, and you’d never seen someone so genuinely terrified in your life. With a final terrifying glance in his direction, Nat returned to you. Upon seeing Peter there, she looked at him skeptically, like she’d never met him before (although she had, and usually referred to him as “baby spider” in Russian).
“Is this that boy you’re dating?” Nat asked. Peter shook like a leaf for emphasis, extending his hand,”Y-Yeah, I’m Pet-Peter. I work with Mr-Mr. Stark.” He stuttered. Natasha didn’t take his hand, simply giving him a parting glance that implicated a number of things. Natasha began to walk toward the entrance to the school, leaving you to press a kiss to Peter’s cheek and chase after her to get to class on time.
Finding her gone once you entered the building, you suspected she had left to deal with the paperwork she’d been carrying. You left for your locker, finding it easier to open than before as you could finally breathe normally. Inside was, not only all of your books and notes, but a brown lunch bag, with the Black Widow hourglass drawn on the side. You smiled, giddy to talk to Peter at lunch and eat whatever you’d been packed.
Ned had purposely moved over to the Gamer’s club table for the day, gagging at the thought of you spoon feeding Peter today’s soup special for lunch. Michelle decided the same, going to eat outside on the field and read. You sort of felt like you were intruding on Ned and Peter’s friendship, but Peter reassured you it was okay.
“You used to train with him?” Peter asked, incredulous. With a nod, you swallowed your bite of (favorite fruit) and twisted in your seat so you could see his face better,”Yeah! When Nat wasn’t available then it’d either be me and Wanda trying to figure things out on our own, or I would have Steve yelling at me to do another 20.” You laughed together.
“I can imagine it. What was he like as a person?” Peter wondered, stealing a fruit snack from your pile. In response, you took a piece of his food, grinning back triumphantly,”He was what everyone would expect him to be; kind, brave, strong. He’s like an old man, but I nice old man who tells you really interesting facts about when he was younger.”
Peter’s laugh died in his throat, the hair on his skin rising and his eyes narrowing in concern. There was a pair of clicks somewhere far off in the room, only heard by your and Peter’s advanced senses. You both looked to the doors of the cafeteria, the joined, mechanical closing of each door lighting Peter’s neck with tingling.
”The doors locked.” You informed suspiciously. Peter scanned the room, desperately trying to find the source of his spider-sense meltdown,”My spider-sense is going crazy.” He told you. You exchanged a glance,”Where’s your costume?” You asked Peter, just in case something was up.”In my locker.” He said worriedly. You told him the same thing, both now standing to find the danger.
Your answers came with the sudden smash of glass, the resulting screams of the students by the windows echoing around the room. Through the crowd, you couldn’t see what was going on, but every student in the cafeteria simultaneously decided to rush to the doors.”They’re LOCKED!” Someone yelled. You and Peter looked to each other at once, nodding as he bolted to take care of the doors and you to see what was going on.
Three shots rang out into the ceiling, coming from a trio of gunmen. One shouted something, drowned by more screams. As everyone had cleared to get away from them, all crowded against the interior wall of the cafeteria. You were towards the front of the crowd, spreading your arms to keep everyone back. Three more shots were fired, all from the one man that had crashed through the center window on the wall. He hefted a large, home-improved automatic rifle, which each of the men carried.
“SHUT UP!” The order silenced the entirety of the room, and Principal Morita came on the announcement system to inform everyone of the situation. The leading gunmen fired at the speakers, silencing the Principal. His voice still echoed in the halls outside and the rest of the building, a haunting voice telling everyone to escape or remain inside depending on their distance from the cafeteria.
“We’re looking for a Flash Thompson!” Hollered another, and they all began to forcefully rifle through the crowd to find him. Without hesitation some of the students yelled out, saying that Flash was in their presence. He was pulled from the crowd, kicking and screaming, silenced by a gun barrel slammed into his temple. Despite your hatred for him, you knew you had to protect him, chest burning with an innocent’s sobs.
He was shoved to his knees, facing away from the crowd of highschoolers with his back heaving with frightened tears. The lead gunman pulled off his mask, forcing Flash to look up at him by lifting his chin with the barrel of his gun.”Hello, Flash.” He said,”Remember me?”
Peter came up behind you, whispering,”I can’t get the door open.” You couldn’t respond, stare fixed on Flash’s back as you considered what to do. Peter wore the same expression, your shared natural protectiveness of human life on high in the blur of the moment.
“My daughter went to school with you in Elementary…” The gunman started, his graying features hard with revenge.”You bullied her. One of many bullies that did.” The gunman moved his rifle away from Flash’s face, swinging it at his side as he leaned down to face the boy. Flash whimpered involuntarily, causing the man to smile,” She died last year because of you. You’re just another bully I have to kill.”
“Now you’re going to pay for it.” The gunman raised his rifle to Flash’s face, bringing shocked screams of surprise from the students around him. Your breath hitched uncertainly, Peter squeezing your hand in his. Students covered their eyes and turned away, Flash’s pleads for mercy echoing around the room in a mantra of pure terror.
“Bye-bye, bully.” The gunman chimed, before the bullet fired.
There was a breath of shock, the students looking away and waiting for the body to hit the floor, for red to coat the tiles, for the last resounding scream to exit his mouth. The collective exhale of the student body was silent when nothing in response came, and Peter stood there, staring in shock at the scene before him.
“Y’know,” You began, looking at the bullet under the morning sunlight. Flash quivered behind you, his head raised to stare in shock at your profile. Catching the bullet was probably the easiest thing you’d ever done, the worry and the anxiety of letting your secret forgotten in your haste. It felt good to save someone, good to catch that bullet, and the look on the man’s face was utterly priceless.
The bullet hit the floor with a soft twinkle of metal against the tile, the shell crushed under your foot as you rotated to face the gunman. Not Starling, but you, or maybe a strange combination of you and your alter ego. It was your voice that drew everyone’s attention, the voice of the teen they all looked up to, watching you lift tanks on TV and fly overhead when they walked home. You, their role-model, was that dorky kid who sat behind them in biology that just started getting popular. Why hadn’t they seen it before?
You took the end of his rifle, bending it into a creaking “L” as you looked down at your nails without interest,”It’s not very nice to shoot people.”
Now hearing you fully speak, they all recognized you, recognized their hero. There was Iron Man, there was Captain America, but then there was Starling, the teen that told everyone that they could be strong too. Because of she could be a superhero, then maybe everyone else could too. You were right there, standing above them, feeling their memories boil oddly in the back of their minds.
The boy that pushed you in the hall that morning gaped.
(Friend’s Name) shook, realizing she’d pranked a superhero.
Flash, above all, realized that the girl who’s life he ruined had just saved him for certain death.
In the split of that second, where they all realized what they had done to you and what they had put you through, you took the power and forced it outward. It was exhilarating, the feeling of finally getting back at them without actually hurting them. You were Starling. You were Lumin. You, Y/N L/N, were an Avenger.
Tearing him forward by his gun, you kicked him square in the chest. He slammed into the opposite wall, his accomplices beginning to fire at you frantically. It did nothing, only ripping your shirt. You raised your forearms, crossing them in an “X” as you ran at them. Shooting up into the air, you ran along one of the lunch tables, leaping off and landing on the face of one of your attackers. You crushed his gun underneath your shoe, firing a blast from your hand and into the gun of the other. It blew up in his face, and you had successfully taken down the three of them in under a minute.
You hovered in the air, staring back at the crowd tentatively. Sirens screamed in the distance, their volume suddenly overtaken by the uproar of your classmates. Clapping and whistling and cheering your name was all you could hear, and as you landed before them, many rushed forward to embrace you and shake your hand and thank you. Your voice fell over theirs, the elated tears in your eyes steadily falling as you accepted each of their words.
“Is everyone okay?” You called out. The few students by the windows when the attack first occurred spoke up, another informing you that an ambulance arrived. They followed you to the door, where you blasted it open. They all began to flood out, shouting things about “Midtown’s resident hero” and your alter ego. You turned back to the cafeteria, cleared out but for the unconscious men, a smirk on your face.
You landed in the grass after doing a perimeter check, a news team rushing out of nowhere. They had apparently jumped the police tape to get to you, so a bunch of officers were trying to pull them back. That is, after you landed. The microphone was shoved in your face, a dozen questions firing at you all at once.
“Are you the hero that stopped the attack today?”
“How did you stop the attack?”
“Do you attend Midtown Highschool?”
“How long have you had your abilities?”
“Ms. Stark! Is it true that you are the alter ego of Starling?”
As they fired questions at you, the Iron Man suit landed not far off, right beside Natasha. Tony’s helmet opened, the mechanical suit whirring as he raised his arm to give you a thumbs up. Natasha smiled in congratulations, but both held something in their eyes that reminded you that you couldn’t go back if you did what you were doing.
Turning back to the reporters as the camera turned on you, you found yourself smiling mysteriously, turning your chin up in thought. Taking inspiration from Tony, you faced the reporters, looking each one in the eyes,”The truth is…” You crossed your arms over your chest, mentally asking yourself if you were ready for what was to come. When the answer came with the reminder of your classmate’s cheers and yells of thanks, you answered immediately.
“I am Starling.” You smiled.
The reports crushed together to try and get their microphones in your face, desperately crying for your attention as they all called out to you. But you walked away, over to Tony and Natasha. Tony gave you a teasing look,”You stole my line, kid.” Natasha elbowed him in the side, pride flickering along her expression,”Oh, leave her alone.”
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the textone unfamiliar. Taking it out as Nat and Tony left to confront the police, you found the message oddly comforting, it’s messenger’s identity left unknown.
We’re so proud of you, Star - Unknown
You grinned, looking up from your phone to find Peter sprinting at you. He embraced you as soon as he reached you, cupping your face and kissing your worry away. You laughed together, your brow resting against his as the cheers from earlier filled your ears, flooding your mind with pure happiness.
Maybe having your identity out there wasn’t so bad…
Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her
Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH
At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying.
So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two.
So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch.
it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin.
So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle.
“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you.
You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted.
“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly.
“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.”
The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust.
As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away.
When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself.
It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most.
“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.
“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart.
“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey.
During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess.
But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated.
So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor.
“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest.
“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.”
“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street.
The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around.
“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him.
“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face.
You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time.
It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.”
You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over.
“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say.
“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.”
You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.”
You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s.
“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly.
There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader Words: 3,202 Requested by Anon:
Do you think you can write something where DOB and the reader have been together for a while and Dylan finds the readers journal that has all her “extreme kinky fantasies in bed” and Dylan finds it. It also just so happens to be the reader's birthday?! AN: I love you guys, okay? Don’t ever forget that. Also, I think I have a mild Ewok obsession? lmao. Also I edited this quickly so there may be some mistakes. Sorry aboot that.
Dylan sighed happily when he finally arrived home, dropping his suitcase and his pillow next to the door and swinging it shut behind him.
“Honey, I’m home!” He called, rounding the corner into the living room and through to the kitchen. It was empty, save for the note left on the counter.
“Dyl, I had to run a million errands today, I’m so sorry! I’m picking up stuff to make you your favorite for dinner and I have to stop and pay the electric and the jeep needs an oil change. I promised I’ll be home soon, I figured you’d need time to unpack anyway. Call me if you need anything. Love you and I’m so glad you’re home.”
He smiled to himself as he read, leave it to you to leave everything for the last minute. He sighed, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a beer, sipping from the bottle as he leaned on the center island. He’d been gone filming for about 3 months, and he’d only seen you once since then, when he had been able to leave for a weekend for his cousins wedding and you had met him there.
Author’s Note: So, I’ve seen a handful of these floating around, and I decided to make my own, cause why not! (I got this template from @chantenyongs but I wasn’t able to find the original creator to give proper credit to… I’m sorry!) I’m pretty sure I’m gonna do it for the entirety of NCT (legal members only, of course) and I’ll prolly just go in age order? Alrighty, without further ado! (K, I just finished and I went a little overboard with this lmao oops)
that stare at the very end of the gif; hot damn
A = Aftercare
I don’t know if it’s just because he’s the oldest, but it’s very evident that Taeil has taken this sort of “mother figure” towards the rest of the boys. They’ve even admitted that Taeil is the best one to turn to in regard to any personal problems they may be having. And for that very reason, I strongly believe that this angel would be tending to your every need (and then some) after y’all finish “doin’ the do.” It doesn’t matter if the two of you spent hours partaking in rough, kinky sex, or if you simply made love for 20 minutes. Either way, his first instinct is to ask you how you’re feeling; followed by questions regarding showering, eating, and the possibility of another round KIDDING!
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their’s and their partner’s)
Okay but I remember reading somewhere that he said his favorite body part of his was his abs, so…. I’m just gonna leave that one as it is lmao. As for you, he’s in love borderline obsessed with your neck/jaw. Whenever you guys are alone, he likes to cup your face and rub little circles into your jawline right before he kisses you; slowly making his way down to - you guessed it - your neck. During steamier moments, he loves attacking your neck area; loving how you squirm underneath him. He doesn’t even try to hide the smirk on his face as the whimpers pour out of your mouth while continues to go to town on your neck. When he’s finished, he sits back and takes a good 15 seconds to praise himself on the dozens of blue-ish/green bruises scattered all over your neck and jawline.
C = Cum
In all honesty, I think Taeil likes to keep it plain and simple and cum inside of you. Not only does it save you a mess that neither of you really wants to clean, but he enjoys the intimacy of it. When he feels himself about to fall off the edge, he loves to hold your body flush against his, and bury his face in your neck as he lets himself go inside of you.
D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)
This is more of a secret the both of you share, rather than just him, but if any of the boys found out it would end the two of you. You’d both be too mortified to show your faces ever again… I mean, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if their friends found out that they took part in their sex life? The entire thing actually started out as an accident. One day while you were at the dorms, you unintentionally got a little too close to Yuta while the two of you were watching a scary movie together. Taeil watched from the other room, fuming as you clung onto one another; burying your faces into each others chests. That night, Taeil decided to show you who you really belonged too, and after agreeing that that was by far the best sex the two of you had ever had, the whole “using the members to tease Taeil” thing became a regular occurrence!
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
As far as actual physical experience goes, I don’t think Taeil has much of any. He spent years of his life as a trainee, with presumably little to no time to maintain any kind of relationship; so I think its safe to say he’s still a virgin. But I do think he knows a lot about sex in general, and knows just how to please a woman. Given the opportunity, I think he’d do a pretty damn good job!
F = Favorite position
Taeil prefers good ol’ missionary. Referring back to the answers I’ve already given, this position not only gives him free rein to mark up your neck as much as he pleases, but it also allows him to pull your body against his and bury his face into your neck while he cums.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Honestly, I think it all depends on his state of mind. If he’s stress free, or as stress free as you can be as an idol, and in a good place, I think sex would be bubbly and lighthearted! But if he’s being overworked, and the pressure is weighing down on his shoulders, I feel like he’d be more serious, and focus all his attention on fucking his troubles away.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Tbh I think he’s pretty good at keeping himself well groomed. As long as there’s nobody to shave for, I don’t think he’d go through all the hassle. He probably trims it regularly to keep it under control, but as soon as he gets into a relationship, I can see him starting to actually shave… Cause I mean, ya never know when you’re gonna get lucky, am I right???
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
“Doyoung-ah, I’m romantic” I’m sorry that’s the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I read the question lmao. But in all honesty, I truly think Taeil is a very romantic person! During mainstream, casual sex, I see him as the “people pleaser” type. He’s always putting you before himself. He’s one of those people that actually gets off on your pleasure! He doesn’t even think about coming before you have.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
I’d say Taeil masturbates on a regular basis; sometimes more than usual when he’s got a little extra tension built up in him. But he’s kinda weird in regard to said topic… Even though y’all have done much worse in the bedroom, he still gets oddly shy when it comes to masturbating? He checks at least three time to make sure he locked the door before even thinking about dropping his pants. Even the thought of you catching him in the act has him losing his hard on faster than he got it… idk man, I guess everyone needs their alone time, right?
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again - Taeil is one hella freaky dude. As far as kinks go, I think he’s into the following:
Dominance: Referring back to the “dirty secret,” you can bet your ass Taeil is gonna be the one in charge in the bedroom! He takes much pride in the way you listen to each and every one of his commands. Even when he “gives you control” for the night, you and him both know damn well that you’re never really in control… Even when you top, he’s got a firm grasp on your hips; controlling both your speed and your movements.
Marking (giving & receiving): Also referring back to his favorite body part of yours, Taeil has a slight obsession with leaving as many hickeys on you as he can. He loves the way your body, (neck in particular), looks after he’s left his mark on you; in the form of little purple blotches. He also secretly loves it when you return the favor; as long as its below the neckline, and out of sight for anyone to see! He likes to bitch and complain about the hickeys on his chest and scratch marks covering his back the morning after, but when he’s all alone, he’ll stand in the mirror shirtless, and admire the work of art you left on his skin.
Dirty talk (giving & receiving): At first glance, Taeil might seem like a shy and reserved kind of guy, but in the bedroom he’s far from! He’s actually quite blunt. He likes to whisper crude remarks in your ear in-between pants and moans; leaving you speechless and blushing like crazy. But Taeil can’t even put into words what it does to him when you return the vulgar comments. It sends a chill down his spine hearing such dirty words spill from your precious mouth, and he has to stop himself from coming right then and there.
Teasing (giving):This little shit… Taeil is the biggest damn tease! One of his favorite things to do is make you beg for whatever it is he’s withholding from you. He’s relentless, too. If you’re feeling stubborn and refuse to give into his desire to hear you beg, then oh well. I guess you’ll have to go without, because no matter how willful you may be, he’s even more headstrong; and he is not giving you want you want until he hears you beg for it!
Orgasm control (giving): This one goes hand in hand with the teasing. More often than not, Taeil is going to make you work for your orgasms! Right when he realizes you’re on the brink of euphoria, he’ll slow down any and all movements to an agonizing, torturous pace, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He’ll then proceed to taunt you, asking if you “really deserve it” in an ever so condescending tone. Sometimes ya just wanna slap him.
Loud sex: If you ask me, Taeil is one of, if not the loudest in bed. He lets himself bask in the pleasure, not giving two fucks about how loud he may be in the process. But he’s always making an effort not to get too loud; as he wants to be able to hear you crying out from the pleasure. And if you’re thinking of slapping a hand over your mouth, or biting your lip to forcibly quiet yourself down, don’t; because Taeil won’t be having any of that.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Honestly, this freak dude would be fine taking you anywhere, as long as theres a locked door; meaning absolutely no chance of getting caught. Being the oldest, there’s this sense of responsibility he carries, and he can’t help but try to be the best role model possible to his younger brothers. Getting caught having sex by one of the other members is one of the worst things that could happen, according to him.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going, etc)
As previously stated, seeing you “flirting” with his friends is a sure way to get him all riled up and ready to fuck your brains out. But a very close second to that would be stress. Taeil is the type of person to literally fuck his stress away. If he’s being overworked and pushed too hard, his emotions get all out of whack, which tends to makes him extremely horny. And I’m not talking “cute, bubbly, vanilla sex” horny - no. I’m talking “fucking you into your mattress so hard you can’t walk tomorrow” horny. But I mean hey, who’s complaining? He’s relieving himself of some unwanted stress while you get dicked the fuck down… It’s a win-win situation!
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do; turn offs)
Like I said, Taeil wouldn’t do anything to risk getting caught in the act by any of the other members. Meaning absolutely no sex if theres not a lock on the door. Just the thought of that is bone chilling to him. Other than that, Taeil strikes me as the kind of guy to “try anything once,” so I think with him, experimenting would be a major key in letting you know what things he enjoys and what things he doesn’t.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Honestly, with Taeil, its dead even. Of course he loves getting his dick sucked, (what guy doesn’t), but he loves pleasuring you just as much. Watching you squirm underneath him while your faces scrunches in pleasure, hands desperately grabbing at his hair as you whimper his name followed by moans and groans of pure satisfaction is a thing of beauty to him. He wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. As far as skills go, this boy definitely knows how to use his mouth; thats for sure! Hell, he probably knows your own body better than you do!
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)
Like I’ve been saying throughout this entire post, his pace, attitude, and everything alike depends 100% on what kind of mood he’s in. But more often than not, be prepared for rough sex, because thats exactly what Taeil will be giving to you!
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)
Hell yeah, Taeil’s down for a quickie! But, (for the 50th time), only if its behind the security of a locked door! Whether it be fast one in a LOCKED bedroom at the dorms, or a quick fuck in a LOCKED supply closet backstage before a show, he’s all up for it! He just, and this bares repeating, DOESN’T WANT TO GET CAUGHT!
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
Taeil’s as game as they come. Like I mentioned, he’s the kinda guy to try something at least once before deciding whether or not he likes it. A big part of your sex life is experimenting with different kinds of positions, kinks, toys, etc. As far as risks go, Taeil is pretty mild. Since getting caught is a huge no-no, don’t expect to try anything spontaneously perilous.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc)
I’d say Taeil’s stamina is a little above average. On average, he can go two, sometimes three rounds if he’s feeling up to it. Sex as a whole usually lasts about an hour or so, (give or take a little), but a lot of it foreplay, rather than actual sex. Still good, nonetheless!
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
It definitely depends on the toy! I can see Taeil loving things like handcuffs, blindfolds, and pretty much anything that has to do with sensory depravation; aiding him in the teasing aspect of things. But I don’t see him being too fond of toys such as vibrators. He prides himself in knowing just what you like and being able to pleasure you in unthinkable ways, so bringing in a toy that’ll potentially take his place isn’t really ideal to him. He also isn’t too keen on you using any of said toys on him. In his eyes, it only takes away from the domineering persona that he worked so hard to build.
U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)
HE TEASES YOU TO NO EXTENT! Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra cruel, he’ll see just how far he can take the teasing; until you absolutely can’t take it anymore. If that means you’re left with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, then so be it. His dominant nature mixed with his love for teasing and hearing you beg makes for some harsh and persistent torment. Which is still undoubtably enjoyable.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)
Again, if you ask me, Taeil is the loudest of all in the bedroom. He is very much a moaner! Most of the sounds he elicits are going to be loud, angelic moans. He’s also a bit of a groaner/grunter; especially if he’s fucking you for all you’re worth. I can definitely see him being the type to cry out when he cums, too. The most beautiful, sinful, melodious sound your ears have ever been blessed with.
W = Wild Card (Create a random headcannon for the character of your choice)
“Now, baby girl,” Taeil says, ignoring your distraught whimpers as yet another orgasm slips through your fingers, “what have I told you about flirting with my friends just to tease me?” he asks in a low, raspy tone while dragging a single digit tauntingly around your core; purposely avoiding the place you desperately needed him the most.
There was a dull ache in your shoulders as you wiggled your wrists, wincing at the chaffing of the handcuffs that currently bound your hands together. You slowly looked up to find Taeil already staring at you; making you feel completely powerless under his intense gaze. His eyes were a darker shade than usual, and his face held a stern expression that sent waves of both excitement and nervousness coursing through your body at the thought of what was to come.
“I asked you a question!” he bellowed out as he suddenly pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer finger; eliciting a high pitched yelp from you, as you helplessly tugged on your restraints.
“I’M SORRY I’M S-SORRY-” you cried out, trying to the best of your ability to shimmy your way higher up on the bed, and away from the harsh hold he had on your sex.
“Really? Cause you didn’t seem too sorry when you were throwing yourself on Johnny earlier today?” he asked rhetorically as he cocked his head to the side and sent you a bone chilling glare.
“I-I…” you stuttered, unable to think of a suitable response for his accusation.
“That’s what I thought,” he replied in a curt manner, before thrusting his hips forwards; filling you up without the slightest warning.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants; picture or words)
Hmm I think Taeil is average in length; maybe around 5 inches? But he definitely makes up for it in girth because DAMN that boy is THICK !!!
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Since a big part of his sex drive comes from stress, and I’d imagine he’s pretty stressed out most, if not all of the time, I’d say his sex drive is fairly high.
Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
This all depends on how rough he was with you. The rougher he is, the more thoughtful and considerate the aftercare will be. This boy doesn’t even THINK about laying down to go to sleep before making sure you’re alright; and that he didn’t go to far, or get too aggressive with you. He might be all dominant, rough and condescending during sex, but afterwards, he’s back to the sweet, harmless, caring and gentle Taeil you know and love!
member: hoseok x reader rating: t for this chapter. (smut, angst, fluff later on) word count: 721
Summary: It’s not like
you’re hard pressed for cash, but there is that Spring Break trip you need to
save up for, so why not grab your best friend and pretend to be a couple for
some research study? What could possibly go wrong?
Author’s Note: I’m
telling you know, I am not giving a fuck about ages matching up with grades. I’m
vague-writing that shit. I’m so lazy lmao.
Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)
No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)
Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”
Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.
Word count: 1.3k words
You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.
But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.
A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.
Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.
“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.
“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”
“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”
The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.
“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.
“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.
“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.
The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.
The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.
The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.
Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.
“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”
“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.
“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.
“I can see that,” you smiled.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”
You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”
“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”
“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”
“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”
Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.
“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”
“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”
“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.
“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.
You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.
“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”
“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”
So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.
Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.
He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).
When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.
“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”
And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.
“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.
You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.
“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.
“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”
“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.
These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.
- Girl in Luv
That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓
Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’
kink. This is a bit of a
slow burn. I’m not sorry.
Summary: How is Steve supposed to
resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to
resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck
it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus:
Tony Stark’s seal of approval.
Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym,
maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore
me. I’m so sorry.This was supposed
to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no
self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone
Berseria prequel novel summary: Eizen and Aifread’s pirates
Here’s a summary of a part of the prequel novella that came bundled with the Tales of Berseria collector’s edition. On this part, we see what went on aboard the Van Eltia on the night of the Advent, when Aifread’s entire crew could see Eizen for the first time.
Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.
A/N: This is my first Cole Sprouse fic and it was requested by a cute anon who said, “Can you do a Cole Sprouse one shot where you’re a photographer and you two are dating and he’s always posting about you and you two are really cute and it’s all fluffy and people are always him about you in interviews and he’s all blushy 💛💛😩and your tom holland imagines are awesome lmao💛💛”
“So, all I’ve seen on your Instagram are pictures of your girlfriend.” The host who was interviewing Cole stated, only to cause a blush to rise to Cole’s cheeks.
You smiled as you watched him on the television, knowing that the host’s statement was true.
“Well, I do post a lot about Y/n and I’ve been doing it even more lately because she’s been working on her photography in China. She actually just got a job with National Geographic.” Cole said proudly as the audience clapped. “Aw, thanks. I’ll tell her you all are proud.”
You laughed softly as your cheeks started to heat up at the fact that Cole was gushing about you on television.
“You two are so charming.” The host smiled. “How long have you two been together?”
“We’ve been together for two years.” Cole replied. “Our two year anniversary is today, actually.” An choir of awe came from the audience as Cole turned even more red. “Yeah, but she’s in China so we were going to do a skype date.”
“That’s so cute. But before we change the subject, everyone here at the studio has a bit of a surprise for you.”
That was your cue to go. You picked up a cardboard cutout of yourself and headed onto the stage, making sure to cover yourself so Cole couldn’t see you.
“Oh my god!” Cole laughed. “You guys must think I’m too lonely!”
“Well, we thought it’d be a great idea to bring Y/n for you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.” The host explained. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her from our intern?”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.” Cole replied, shaking his head as he rose from his seat. “I still can’t believe you got me this.”
His hands brushed yours as he took the cardboard cutout from you, only to drop it when he laid eyes on your smiling face.
“Y/n!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and lifting you into the air as you lost yourself in a fit of giggles.
“Well, hello to you too.” You smiled as he set you down and placed a kiss on your cheek.
“When- when did you get here?” Cole stammered as the crowd and host watched you two in silence.
“A few hours ago. I would’ve called, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” You stated, taking Cole’s hand in yours before leading him back to the couch he was previously sitting on.
“Thank you so much for coming, Y/N.” The host said.
“Thank you for having me.”
“So, two years. That is a long time to date so young.”
“Well, it doesn’t feel all that long. I mean, we started dating right when I was finishing up college and now here we are, both with amazing jobs and still together.”
“That’s just amazing. Most couples your age don’t stay together very long. I mean, when I was in my twenties I had a new boyfriend every other week.”
You chuckled along with the audience and Cole. “Well, we always joke that we act like an older couple because of how we get along and how things just fall into place at home. But, lately it’s been hard to be so far away.”
“The only thing you didn’t tell her was that every time I start to see you on Skype, no matter how far you are, I know- I know that I’m in love with you.” Cole said, placing a hand on yours with a smile.
“Yes, even though I’m far away, we both know I’ll always stay right alongside you.” You replied, putting your hand on his.
“Now, I’d like to play a little game with you two. If you look in front of you on the table, there’s two whiteboards and markers.” the host explained. “We are going to play the newlywed game.”
“Awesome.” You smiled as you retrieved your marker and board.
“Alright, first question. What is Cole’s favorite food? You guys will show your boards on the count of three.”
You wrote down your answer and looked at Cole with a smile. “This question is easy.”
“Okay. Count of three. One, two, three.”
You and Cole showed your boards and laughed as you got the same answer.
“Okay! Good job! Next question, what is Y/N’s favorite thing to photograph?”
You smiled and wrote down your answer as Cole tried to look over your shoulder, causing you to move and hide your board.
“One, two, three!”
You shook your head with a chuckle as you looked at Cole’s board, an answer very different from your answer of nature.
“What?!” Cole exclaimed between chuckles. “You take so many pictures of me! How can I not say me?”
“You were so off, baby.”
“Okay, so Cole is obviously a little vain.” The host joked. “Let’s move on to the next question. Cole loves to bake, what is his specialty?”
“Cake.” You stated, a little cake drawn in the corner of your board as Cole nudged you.
“Man, you really know Cole, but obviously he needs to work on his facts.”
“It’s not my fault she has so many pictures of me!”
“Okay, okay, new question. Who is Y/N’s favorite artist? Hint; the artist is not a photographer.”
“Frida Kahlo.” You both said in unison, showing your boards on the count.
“Alright, Cole’s catching up. We have time for two more questions.” The host smiled. “First question, what is the one chick flick Cole secretly loves?”
“The Notebook. A classic.” You stated before he could say anything when the count was called. “We watched it together on our fourth date cause I asked him to watch it with me and he cried before confessing he’d seen it before a few times even though he said he never had.”
The host laughed. “That’s phenomenal. Alright, the last and final question; what has Y/N been dying to ask Cole?”
“Oh, god. I have no idea. I’m not even going to write something down.” Cole stated.
“No, write something.” You told him with a smile.
“Show the boards on the count of three. One, two, three!”
On Cole’s board was a drawing of you and him with flowers surrounding you and on yours it said, “Will you marry me?” with a ring drawn on it.
“Do you mean that?” Cole asked, his jaw hanging low in shock.
“Yes! Of course! I know it’s not a normal proposal, but when have we ever been normal?”
“Let’s get married! Oh my god, baby, let’s get married.” Cole exclaimed, pulling you towards him before locking lips with you and the audience went wild.
All that waiting and all those pictures he posted of you to get to that point seemed like nothing to Cole in that moment.