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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

2

Soooooo Saturday I met Gareth David-Lloyd…this was quite an adventure I have to say and I just felt like I needed to share my experience and the thoughts going through my mind.  

I totally knew this was going to happen.  I’ve been planning this little trip to Huntsville for a couple of months now and was totally ready to shell out an obscene amount of money to meet this guy.  I just so happened one day to be curious enough to see if Gareth was coming close-by anytime soon.  I kind of figured it would be a stretch, but lo and behold, Gareth was coming to Huntsville.  To my dismay, it was a Doctor Who convention and he was arriving as a Torchwood guest and I literally know nothing about these shows.  I probably watched one episode of Doctor Who a long time ago and then tried a Torchwood episode shortly after my decent into Solavellan hell just because…reasons…

I’ve been planning this, worried because of my lack of knowledge of the Whoverse or whatever the hell people call it, unsure of whether this convention was going to be massive or tiny, and just general freaking out over getting to meet Gareth.  With my print in hand, my boyfriend and I went all the way up to his grandparent’s house just for me to meet this one guy at a convention that I knew nothing about.  

Unsure of how long this convention was going to take, I told my boyfriend ahead of time that he should probably be ready to wait a while.  I had never been to this convention before, but all other conventions I had gone to had a lot of waiting involved.  He ended up having one of his friends that were close by drive 30 minutes over to the mall where this hotel was located so that they could play card games.  I walk in the front door, scared as all get out with this universe that I had no idea about.  

I went up to the marked tables and literally had my badge in hand within 2 minutes.  I was the ONLY ONE IN LINE.  I saw people, sure, but there was like no one around.  Granted, I had gotten there at like 11:30, so the con was already like halfway over for the day, but still!  I expected to wait in line for at least a few minutes.  I looked at the clock and saw that I had apparently prepared too much and was now an hour early before Gareth was supposed to be signing stuff.  UGH!!!  I thought, well, I don’t know anything about this fandom other than Daleks, the phone booth, and then that Matt Smith is apparently the best doctor (I have no idea what who this person is but I apparently know his name), but I guess since I have time to spare I may as well go to the Vendor room and Artist Alley.  I went to where the Vendor room was, literally passing maybe 2 or 3 people.  

This was probably the smallest Vendor room I had ever seen.  There were like maybe 10 tables and was filled with maybe like 20-30 people including the people running the booths.  People everywhere asking me to enter this raffle and do this doohicky and I’m just like “haha no thanks” and walked away nervously.  In under 2 minutes, I had already looked at everything.  In another 2 minutes, I had already looked through the Artist Alley.  I still had so much time before meeting Gareth.  I decided that I should at least go over and see if he was around, I could just sit there and be creepy and stare at him for an hour, worst case scenario.  

I went over to the room where the signings were happening and he was already sitting down doing autographs.  I felt my heart jump in my throat and walked over to him.  Once again, there was no line.  I literally became the second person in line immediately.  I paid the lady sitting next to him, already aware that I was spending another $40 just to get him to sign my print and felt my heart start racing.  Then as the people in front of me left, my hands started shaking.  I started to fumble to get the picture out of the protective thing I bought and he said hi to me.  Dude, you guys, I felt my face burn bro.  That accent was to die for.  Literally, I could have just passed out.  I told him that I was actually a huge Dragon Age fan and really appreciated all the work that he had done.  When I showed him the @nipuni print that I had brought for him to sign, he absolutely gushed over it.  He just kept talking about how pretty it was and then quickly signed it for me.  I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, but he was just so nice and then shook my hand.  I told him that I had literally no knowledge of Doctor Who or Torchwood and literally just came to this convention to get his autograph.  He was just so cute and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I’ve gotta do something about vibrating when I get all nervous around people I like.  It’s a sickness and I have no idea what I have to do to get rid of it.  It’s embarrassing and I could just feel myself turning beet red while I was standing in front of him.  It was so bad!!!!

So yeah, that was my ridiculously long and stupid story about what a dork I am and all this trouble that I went through literally just to meet this adorable cutie.  $100 for this like 30 second moment was well spent.

Immediately after this, I started getting sick and am still sick.  Gareth got me sick by being too adorable.  I’ve decided.  Now, I gotta go die somewhere…

A-Z NSFW: Jun

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A = Aftercare 

Since sex is kind of rough with Jun, he’s pretty intense, aftercare is very important. Making sure muscles aren’t pulled, and if he’s had you in a particularly stretch needed position, he’s curled up with you and massaging the spot he’s had you bent. Affection is spewed a lot after sex, letting you know he really cares for you, and showers are taken before crashing back in bed.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

He’s entirely obsessed with your thighs, being able to hold you to him and control your movements when he’s thrusting, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers, and even see the marks his digits made the day after. For himself, he’s the massive tease and his fingers are his tool of choice, they’re his favorite, making you squirm just from his digits.

C = Cum 

I see Jun as being one of those nasty fuckers that likes to cum on you as a symbol of marking you. Hickies aren’t exactly a thing he can do to you, at least, in the place he wants to, so 9/10, he’s cumming on your stomach or chest, and seeing you all fucked out and covered in his cum, really his favorite thing.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Being the semi dominant he is, he’s used to bossing you around in the bedroom. One thing he’s always thought about and prob will do is having you laid out, all ready for him, and have you get yourself off as he tells you exactly what to do as he watches. The dominance of controlling your movements even as you do it to yourself, is something he thinks about a lot.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t see him having much experience, but he’s fairly knowledgeable on the subject, and he’s pretty eager to get started on you. Eager to please, and having a fresh slate to play with, he’s easily got the hang of things and by the end of play time, he’s a master. 


F = Favorite position

Jun likes a lot of positions, and puts you in several before he’s done, so they aren’t numbered as a #1 and on. He’s a classical man, he likes good ol’ missionary, doggy style is a very favorable, spooning, you riding him is always a special treat that he’s particularly fond of.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jun’s the clown of your relationship, but in the bedroom he’s someone else. Kinda like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He’s really focused and in the zone with you, it’s almost like these no air in the room when he’s with you, he just has such a powerful presence. He saves the fun for outside the bedroom.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I don’t see him being groomed much, unless you tell him ‘yo dude…shave ya dick’, he’s not one for manscaping or anything. If you’ve got an issue with hair like me you gotta bring it up. Otherwise, he just lets the jungle thrive.


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s developed a bit of a character during sex, he’s really a different person in the bedroom as opposed to the Jun you’re with every day. He’s pretty intense in the bedroom, while he worships the hell out of your body, it’s not very lovey dovey at all. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

The boy can’t even be alone in the bathroom, I think he’d be very hesitant to whip it out, without like…sending a mass text like ‘im jerkin it if you come in im kicking your ass’ which isn’t happening. So he’s very quick about, just to get the arousal out and gone, lord knows when someone’ll decide to pick a lock.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Jun’s a very visual guy when it comes to kinks; it’s what he sees that turns him on. Good lingerie or some outfits(nurse, maid, etc) are a big turn on for him. He gets into role playing a bit, so costumes and outfits are a real essential to him. ‘no those aren’t my halloween costumes from over the years, jun bought them for me to fuck me in’ kind of thing. He’s rather dominant, that’s for sure, but he’s not overbearing. It’s obvious he’s in control, but calling you names or spanking aren’t a common, but he likes to be called sir occasionally. Sprinkle it in during sex and it drives him crazy.


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

[See Risk] He’s not keen on being caught, or walked in on, since apparently locked doors mean nothing to SVT. Bedroom is standard, it’s good, it’s reliable, etc. And it’s pretty obvious that if you and him go into the bedroom and shut the door, it’s ‘don’t bother jun’ time. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Playing into his kink, really all you have to do somehow let it be known that you’re wearing his favorite lingerie, or start touching on his thigh. Starts the arousal pretty fast.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he does like role playing, doctor and nurse, all that good stuff, Daddy is one that goes right out the door. Call him daddy and sex is over for the night, he’s not playing with you. Wax was tried once, pain isn’t his thing, so that’s off the list too. He doesn’t like things with you or him that cause pain, spanking and belts, are a no go.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Master of foreplay and teasing, his fingers and tongue are his #1 tools. Oral is one of the times he lets you dominate, he gladly lays down and lets you ride his face. On the flip side, while he is kind of a horny toad, and his sex drives it up, he’s not easy to go, boners aren’t just popped, you going down on him is practically a step in sex, just adds to the foreplay and you get to have control for that time, which is always fun.


P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically, he’s very erratic and fast, boarder lined rough, but not unbearable. He’s really precise with his thrusts, he knows exactly what buttons to push, and how to work your body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not very favorable with quickies, he likes to tease you to hell and back, and he misses out on that with the time crunch, so they don’t happen very often. You can probably count on one hand how many quickies he’s had, they’re not really in his good book. Jun likes taking his time, building the pleasure, and toying with you for ages instead.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s not particularly into the whole exhibitionist kink, he’s not keen on being caught so locations are played with, but only if he’s 100% sure you’re not going to get walked in on or seen. Aside from that, he’s pretty game to anything, positions, role plays, etc, he’s down with the discussion and if you both decide you want to go through with it, it’s on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
His stamina is pretty average, 5-10 minutes is his limit most times, and one round is usually it considering how much he draws cumming out. But after a nap, he’s ready to go again. Sex several times in a day isn’t uncommon with him, just not one right after another. 


T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Jun’s a man of few likes, that aren’t just the two of you in the bedroom. He’s not too keen on anything making your body buzz aside from his body, so toys are kept to a minimum. A few scarves are favored instead of handcuffs, and a couple, various vibrators are around sometime, but that’s about it. 


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jun is unforgiving in the bedroom. He’s very in control, and that gives him the special power of teasing you to the ends of the Earth if he wants; and he does. With the help of scarves, he’s got you pinned and at his mercy, that he doesn’t have, and edging you with his choice bullet vibrator, letting his hands work down below and mouth focus on your chest till it’s covered in his mark. You won’t get away without a good 20-30 minutes of solid teasing from him. 


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Jun’s more of a grunter, imagine this with me, Jun in the midst of thrusting into you with all he’s got, sweat covering his skin. He’s propped up on his knees, looking down at you squirming with each thrust, jaw tight, eyebrows scrunched in focus, heavy breaths and small grunts of satisfaction leaving his clenched teeth. yeah.


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
The first time you two adventured into a more…interesting position, not used to the stretch, obviously you got a cramp because? bruh, you pulling leg muscles I didn’t know I had. The same word was used, and he immediately freaked out and lowkey started crying because he ‘hurt you’. Took you 20 minutes to calm him down, and get back into it. Poor baby, just loves you too much.


X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Similar to Joshua, Jun’s more slender and long in build. Nana says guys that are little on top(shoulders) aren’t insane down below. He’s pretty wild in bed, so it’s a slight makeup for not being the biggest, Jun’s a bit under the average, 4-4.5″ and more slender in girth, but that whole motion in the ocean shiz is real, y’all, don’t worry.


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Nana took one look at him and said he’d hump your leg if you said okay, so I’m running with that. Jun’s got an above average sex drive, he’s a lowkey horny toad that he can’t even hide from you because he’s so clingy. He’s up and running at the drop of a hat, so you’re in for it. Good luck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Jun sex is pretty exhausting, if anyone ignored the fact you’re butt ass naked, and dicks and titties are out, someone’d think you just ran the mile in 8th grade. Legs are incapable of working, and everyone’s out of breath, sweating like you just got caught in the rain. If sleep doesn’t immediately follow sex, it’s probs a risk of passing out later. So kinda as the last step of aftercare, sleep always follows sex. Few minutes after you’re done and clean, and you’re both curled up in bed.

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3


“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

diana-daydreamer  asked:

Oh oh oh! Can I make a request? Like the batboys all have s/o and secretly betting on who will have a daughter first and like time later they all have bunch of boys and loose hope and then reader(whoever of the boys s/o you would like to make) find out that she bearing a girl and the batboy like "HA! Eat it suckers! I have a little princess!" Like it's really au but I wanted it so long :)

Hope this is good!

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Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all had a running competition on who would have a daughter first. It had all started when all four boys had managed to have one boy with their wives but no daughters. Alfred had commented that he would like to have a great-granddaughter to spoil.

“Well, the next kid I have you just might have one Alfie” Jason said, pulling you closer. Your 22-month old son playing on the floor with Dicks 2-year old.

“We already know that all four of you are pregnant again, we just have to wait to find out the sex of the babies!”

“You all are awful! Already putting expectations on the babies” Danny, Tim’s wife said

“Seriously! What if none of us are having girls? What are you gonna do then?” You ask, tucking your feet under Jason’s thigh.

“We’ll just have to keep trying. Eventually one of us has to have a girl!” Dick shouted from where he was lying underneath the four boys.

“We all find out the sex in about 6 weeks, so just chill the fuck out until then” Gabby said, she buried her face into Damian’s stomach and tried to take a nap.

-

All of the wives had made sure to schedule their appointments when their husbands were busy. Just the thought of all four batboys waiting to find out the sex of the baby was a headache waiting to happen.

You stand up, bouncing Logan on your hip, “Maybe we shouldn’t find out the sex. Maybe we should make them suffer in anticipation until the baby is born”

Rachel grinned, “Dick would be pissed. Shoot, they all would be pissed if we refused to find out!”

Danny and Gabby both burst into laughter, “It would serve them right! They don’t get to know! They are just going to have to wait!”

You set Logan down and he toddles over to the play area, where the others are. Thankfully there wasn’t a very large gap between any of the children, so they would always have someone to play with.

The doctor walks out to the waiting room, “So we are finding out the sexes of the babies today, right?”

“Actually doc, we want it to be a surprise” You snort when she rolls her eyes

Doctor Leslie sighs, “Are the boys already making bets on who is having a girl?”

“That they are. We don’t think that they deserve to know. And we can’t know or else they would find a way to get it out of us.”

Leslie nods, “Alright, well, let’s check on them. I need to have an approximation on the sex of the baby, but I won’t tell you.”

You all nod and follow Leslie back. You honestly can’t wait to see the expression on Jason’s face when you tell him that he won’t know the sex until the birth.

-

Surprisingly Alfred is the most disappointed that none of you found out the sex of the babies. Of course he then goes to look up any of the old wives tales that predict the sex of the baby. He even manages to rope the boys into it.

They measure everyone’s stomach, they count the heartbeats, and they even dangle your wedding rings over your stomachs. By the eighth month of pregnancy all four of the wives are regretting not finding out the sex of the babies. At this point even Bruce has joined in on trying to predict the sex.

“Jason, if you don’t fucking stop dangling that damn ring over my stomach I swear to God that we are never having another child again”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just really think that you are having a girl”

“You have been saying that for a month now. At this point the gender isn’t going to change overnight!”

“Mama?”

“Hey Logan. You’re up early, baby”

“Not a baby, mama. ‘m a big brover now!”

You chuckle and help Logan climb up on the bed. He laid his head gently on your stomach and immediately started to babble to the baby. This had become a morning tradition ever since you had started to show. You would wake up every morning to your son, and sometimes even his cousins, talking to your bump, squealing whenever the baby would kick.

You curl up on your side, Jason behind you and your son in front of you. You know that no matter what the sex is this baby will be loved, and will have plenty of cousins to play with.

-

You are the last to go into labor. All of the other wives have already had their babies, and they had all been boys. Gabby had been the first, she had been a week early, then it was Rachel, she had gone into labor on her due date, Danny went third, two days after Rachel. You were a week past your due date and everyone had started to hover around you, just waiting for you to go into labor.

“Jason!!” You shouted. You clutched your stomach when you felt your water break. You didn’t want to move. You have been going down the stairs, and now they were all slippery.

“What is it, Y/N? Are you alright?”

“My water just broke and I don’t want to fall down the stairs!”

“FUCK! ALFRED GET THE CAR, B THE BAG, I GOT Y/N!!!”

You chuckle, even though you had already had one child Jason was just as much of a mess this time around. “Can you watch Logan, Gabby?”

“Sure, honey. We will drive up to the hospital once you hit 7 cm, alright?”

“Perfect”

“Do you want me to help you get down the stairs?”

You wave her away, “Jason will be here in a minute, I’ll be fine”

Gabby nodded, “Good luck!”

-

6 hours later and you had finally hit seven cm. Gabby, Danny, and Rachel were all heading to the hospital with the children. Logan hadn’t stopped crying when he had realized that he had been left behind, only a call from you had made him stop crying.

By the time they got to the hospital you were 8 cm. You got to see everyone and give Logan a kiss before the doctor had ushered everyone out.

“Alright, you are 9 cm now. You should be able to start pushing within the next hour!”

About 20 minutes later you could feel the urge to push and had sent Jason to get the doctor. Thankfully you only had to push for about an hour before the baby started to crown. With Logan it had taken almost 3 hours and an episiotomy just to get his head out.

“You’re doin’ so good, honey. I’m so proud of you”

“Fuck you, just shut up”

30 minutes later you gave one last exhausted push and had delivered your baby.

“Congratulations! It’s a girl!”

You give an exhausted grin, and Jason lets out an excited scream, which only makes the baby cry louder. Once the nurses take the baby to the incubator to do their tests, Jason gives you one last kiss before he runs out into the waiting room

“HA!! Eat it suckers! I have a little princess!”

You can hear happy shouts, and several people start crying. You relax back on the bed and wait for the barrage of people to come in and try to steal your little girl. You had always wanted a little boy and a little girl, and now your dream had come true.

Do You Need Me? Part 3 - Kai Anderson Smut

Pairing - (OC-ish) Kai Anderson/Reader

Warnings - Smut!

Word Count - 2370 

Summary - Kai decides it’s time to tell you why he needs you

A/N – Ok, this is kinda corny and I’m not all that happy with it as this kinda follows the actual show in the ritual type thing, but I felt like that didn’t really fit that well so I changed it up a little (obviously), but now I’m kinda wishing I did it differently, and I’m sorry it’s suuuper late! Ah well, let me know what yous think and I hope you guys enjoy! Also, remember to request stuff! I know I’m a lil behind on my requests atm, but I’m tryna get through them as quickly as I can, so leave me requests (any character/person – I’ll tell you if I don’t write for that/them) for when I finish my current ones😊

Originally posted by firewalksbymyside

Kai kept you glued to his side since the last time you guys hooked up. He made sure you basically ever left his side. He had moved you in to his home and where ever you went, he went. It was cute at first, you thought. But then it started to seriously get on your nerves. You couldn’t go anywhere or speak to anyone without him interrogating you about it later. It was driving you insane. You just needed one night to yourself. So one night (after meticulous planning), you decided to leave, by yourself. For just one night.

You excused yourself from the dinner table and Kai and Winter ad went up to your room, saying you were tired and needed some rest. Both Kai and Winter nodded at you in understanding and said goodnight. You locked your bedroom door and waited until you heard Kai go down into the basement and opened the window as quietly as you could. You swung out of the window and scaled to the edge of the roofing above the porch until you reached the gutting at the edge. You had had a lot of practise at this from when you were a teenager and used to sneak out of your parent’s house in the middle of the night – you knew how to do this quickly and quietly. You climbed down the beam at the edge of the roof silently hopped onto the ground. You were proud of this. You were just a child the last time you had to do something like that. You made your way across the front yard and onto the sidewalk and began to walk into the town in the dead of night.

You were only wearing a short dress with a sweatshirt over the top of it, so you were pretty cold in the chilly night air. You quickly found yourself hugging yourself for warmth. You didn’t really know where you were wondering to, but you knew you only had 2 hours max, as Kai always came to check on you at 10pm to see if you were asleep or not. You were having fun, almost skipping down the street, just you, by yourself. You almost wished Kai could see you know. He didn’t really trust you to do anything by yourself, and you wanted to prove him wrong. But you knew if he could see you now, he would be so angry at you for leaving without you. ‘You could’ve got hurt!’ he would scream at you. ‘What if you got hit by a car? What if somebody took you?’ You rolled your eyes to yourself as you imagined what he would say. He treated you like a child. You knew how to look after yourself!

You made it to the park in the middle of town, but the gate was locked. You climbed over it and began walking down the path in between the towering trees. ‘An hour and 20 minutes left’ you thought to yourself. You wanted to get back there in plenty of time, not wanting to risk getting caught. You found a bench by a fountain and pulled out a cigarette from the box in your sweatshirt pocket, letting the cool breeze blow through your hair as you lit it. You sat there, on that bench for a good 40 minutes, just you and your thoughts, before you glanced up at your watch and realized you had only 40 minutes to get back. ‘Shit’ you thought. It took about 30 minutes to get back to the house and you had to get back in without getting caught yet. You bounded over the fence and out of the park and back out of town, not looking where you were going, just focusing on running. Suddenly, you felt yourself run into a figure. Looking up, you realised you had run into a man.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was g-” You cut yourself off when you realised who it was you had run into.

“Yes. You better had be sorry, Y/N.” Kai said. ‘Fuck’ was the only thing running around in your head now. He grabbed you by your shoulder and bundled you into the back of one of his henchmen’s car. The journey home was silent, but you knew you would be in some deep shit when you got back.

You were right. As soon as you got back, Kai dragged you up the stairs and into your room. He pushed you down onto your bed and you looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes. You could practically see the anger radiating off him as he frowned down at you. “Kai, I’m…” you began, before you cut yourself off from surprise by kneeling down in front of you. “Little lamb…” Kai began, looking up into your tear-filled eyes. “Why did you try and run away? I was worried sick about you.” He said softly, taking your hands in his. You frowned slightly. Why was he being so nice to you? You expected him to be fuming, to be screaming at you. “I… I wasn’t running away. I was going to come back…I just wanted a little space for a while, that’s all.” You said quietly. “Why do you need space Y/N? Have I done something wrong?” “No, no, no! Of course you haven’t! I just…wanted to be by myself for a bit.” You said, smiling down at him. He sighed, looking down at the ground. “You know I don’t like you going off by yourself Y/N…” You frowned. He sounded just like you dad…when you were 7 years old. “I am an adult, Kai. I can do things by myself. You don’t need to be with me 24/7.” You muttered, just loudly enough for him to hear. “I know, little lamb. I just don’t want my child or his mother getting hurt.” He said, looking up at you. You frowned deeply. “What?” You blurted out. “I’m not pregnant – I can’t be! I’ve been on the pill since before we first-” “No, no, no. You’re not pregnant yet, my sweet Y/N. But you will be, after tonight. I’ve swapped your pill packet with placebo pills after the last time we had sex! You’re the one I’ve chosen to carry my – our child, my heir, my legacy. You’re special Y/N, I knew it the moment I met you, I knew you’d be the one!” He said, a manic grin spread across his face. “No, b-but Kai, I’m only 19, I-I’m not ready to have a baby!” You said, panicked, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Sweet, sweet Y/N. Don’t be scared! Our genes together will create the most perfect child the world has ever seen! Our child will lead us all to glory!” He tried to reason. He was getting really turned on. Seeing you cry like this, your full lips pouting, eyebrows furrowed together lightly, tears trickling down your face – he hated to admit how much this all turned him on. “But Kai, I-I…I can’t do it! I can’t have a baby!” You said sobbed. Kai quickly got up and sat beside you on the bed and pulled you into his side, while you curled into his chest, weeping, no doubt leaving damp patches where your eyes had been. “You said you’d trust me, Y/N. I need you to trust me now, more than ever, okay?” He softly whispered into your ear, stroking your back gently. You paused for a while before pulling away from his chest and looking up into his eyes. “Okay, Kai.” You say, with a weak smile.

The next thing you knew you were wearing this long, old-fashioned looking dress in the basement, sat on the sofa and waiting for Kai. This all felt so weird, so unnatural. But Kai said it was important, so you went along with it. Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and saw Kai, wearing a long white robe thing. ‘What the fuck is going on’ you thought to yourself. You’d never been this nervous to have sex with anyone in your life before. “My child,” He said as he walked past you, so you had your back towards him. “The time of anointing is at hand.” This was the que for you to get up and walk towards the makeshift bed behind the sofa you were sat on. You stood at the foot of it, facing away from Kai and towards the stairs. Suddenly you heard music coming from behind you. I Swear by All-4-One came on, making you frown in confusion then burst out laughing. “What the fuck is this, Kai?” You said between fits of giggles. “This, Y/N, is a holy song now,” he said, smiling at you and taking your hands in his, looking down at you. He had his blue locks tied up in a bun, and God, when he wore his hair like that it turned you on. Just looking at him turned you on. You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. “From this day forward,” he continued, looking into your eyes, “it shall be played whenever a messiah is conceived.” You smiled at this. You were terrified about having a child, but right now, you could barely contain your excitement of being Kai’s ‘chosen one’, of being the one Kai wants to fuck and carry his child. “Now,” he said. “Let us remove our garments. They will be burned once the sacred copulation is complete.” This made you giggle slightly. Kai was being so funny, so formal, so much more gentle than he normally is. He tore off his rope and you looked down and saw he was already hard. You licked your lips in anticipation, as you slowly slipped out of your dress and stood before Kai as his eyes raked up and down your body. He turned around to grab something from the table just behind him and returned with some oil, with which he drew an ‘X’ on your forehead with. You smiled up at him, biting your lip, trying not to burst out laughing. “You may lay down on the bed now, Y/N.” he said, placing the oil back on the table.

You lay down on the bed, just as he told you to do. You had to admit, as weird as this ritual type thing was, it was kind of turning you on. It was so intimate, so different to how Kai usually fucked you. You slowly spread your legs for him as he groaned and dragged his eyes up and down your body, trying to decide where to focus. He stood above you at the foot of the bed and began to stroke his already hard cock. “You’re so beautiful Y/N. This is why I needed you. This is your ultimate purpose. Do you see how important you are now?” Seeing Kai jerk himself off in front of you like that was turning you on immensely. “Mhmm!” You moaned in response. “Use your words, Y/N…” He groaned. Seeing you at his mercy like this was making him hard like never before. “Yes! Yes, Kai – I see now!” You sighed, desperate for his touch. Finally, he lowered himself on top of you, looking deep into your eyes and kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding across your lower lip, begging for entrance, which you swiftly granted. While he was distracted with the kiss, you snaked your hand in between the two of you and lightly grabbed his cock and began sliding your hand up and down his length. This caused Kai to moan loudly into the kiss and you reacted by slipping your other hand down to your clit, rubbing it in light circles. You were both moaning messes already. Suddenly, Kai pulled away from the kiss and grabbed both your wrists and pinned your head. “This is about you, Y/N.” he said softly, cupping your cheek. Without warning, he suddenly ploughed into you, causing you to bite your lip as to not scream with pleasure. “No, don’t hold it in, baby. Let the whole world know we’re creating the messiah” he said with a raspy voice and closed eyes. He let go off your wrists to move one hand to your clit, and he began rubbing vigorously, making you moan loudly. “Kai! Fuck!” you moaned. “That’s it, Y/N. Let me know how good it feels to be making that baby inside you.” He grunted. His dick slid in and out of you, while one of his hands held both your wrists together above your head, and the other was rubbing your clit like nothing you’d ever felt before. Kai couldn’t believe how sexy you looked like this. Fully exposed to him, each thrust making your tits move up and down. The sight of you made him moan loudly, his dick throbbing inside you. “God, you’re so tight, baby.” He panted above you. “Please, Kai – faster, please!” You cried out, getting closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust. This sent Kai wild, causing him to relentlessly plough into you, making your pussy contract around him. “Kai, I’m so…close” You panted, about to reach your high. “Just hold one a little longer, Y/N. I want us to…cum…together” He grunted, thrusting into you even harder and faster than before, he fingers still working at your clit. “You let out a loud moan, and this sent Kai over the edge. “Now, Y/N” He said shakily. You felt Kai twitch inside you, as you let go and felt his hot seed shoot inside you while you juices poured over his cock and down your thighs. “Fuck!” He groaned as you screamed, your high hitting you like never before.

“Well done, little lamb” Kai said, collapsing beside you, as you curled into his chest. “Thank you, Kai” You said, looking up at him with tired smile and big, tired eyes. He looked down at you and smiled at you, genuinely happy. You would soon be one little family. “So, this is why you needed me all along?” You wondered out loud, snuggling into Kai. “Yes, Y/N. I told you all along you were the one I needed the most.”

Our Kind Of Love (11/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

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a “we’re not going to bed til we’ve made up” kind of love.

You sit at your desk in the hospital, you chance a glance above your laptop.  He was still there, still watching you.  Normally you would love having Steve’s eyes on you, but since you got back from your honeymoon, he was driving you crazy.  You had both agreed a short engagement would be best so you planned a quick and quiet ceremony and were married 4 months after Charlie had passed away.

The two of you decided to wed on Charlie and Betty’s wedding anniversary hoping the date would bring your marriage luck.  So far it had.  Steve was perfect, too perfect and he was driving you insane.

Steve had still not returned to work from his leave of absence.  You, Bucky, and Sam had all been glad you hadn’t placed money on when Steve would return, you all would have been broke.  You look over your laptop once more and force yourself not to roll your eyes, Steve was still looking at you, not at all focused on the book in his hands.

“Why don’t you go and see Bucky and Sam.  Maybe help them with their files.”  You had hoped he would take your suggestion and give you some space.

“They are on a mission, should be back in a few days, I wanna spend time with you anyway.” Steve gave you that sweet smile of his and try not to let your disappointment show.

He was literally around all the time.  You saw him at home, he visited you at work, hell he had even taken to sitting in the bathroom with you while you showered.   Normally you wouldn’t have minded but he was smothering you, and if he didn’t back off soon you don’t know what you were going to do.

“Why don’t you head home and get dinner for us.   You can pick whatever you want and I’ll finish up here and meet you at home.”  You give him a bright smile, hoping he will catch your excitement and give you a few moments of peace.

“Good idea darlin’!  I’ll get pizza from Vinny’s and we can watch a movie.”  He pushes himself off the chair and moves to your side of the desk and plants a kiss on your cheek.

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Sentimental

II pt 1 II pt 2 II pt 3 II pt 4 II  pt 5 II pt 6 II pt 7 (Final) II

Johnny x Reader

College!AU

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst 

Teaser: You found yourself undeniably comfortable around him. He wasn’t as intimidating as you had thought, if anything he was probably a bigger loser than you and that drawn you to him even more. In the 20 minutes that you spent idly walking together you found yourself having more things in common with him than any of you other friends, and the feeling of having a new friend got you excited.’  

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A Fresh Start (Part 3)

Prompt: Sweet Pea is a 27-year-old widowed dad, raising his daughter alone for 5 years when he meets you but he’s uneasy to start something so his daughter doesn’t get hurt.

Part 3 is a little longer and I got a little bit carried away haha oops. I’m really sorry this took so long to write, my parents hosted three Christmas parties, so it’s been chaotic.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

Warnings: Mentions of Death, some swearing

Word Count: 2170

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Y/N stared at the closed door where Sweet Pea once stood. It’s been five minutes since he left and she was still in shock about everything that happened this morning in such a blur. She was having a rough time processing that this interesting guy really actually wanted to go out with her. This is happening, this is actually happening holy shit don’t freak out she thought to herself. Finally, she managed to move and ran upstairs quickly trying to put an outfit together. She felt like a teenager again, giddy and excited for a date for the first time in long time.

Sweet Pea picked up his daughter in no time, a huge smile on his face the entire drive home. He can’t stop thinking about his night, the fantastic girl that came into life in a whirlwind.

“How was your night?” He breaks the silence and looks at his daughter mid-driving.

“So much fun Dad!! We braided hair, ate ice cream, watched Frozen and Tangled and we even painted our nails!!!” Charlie was gleaming and Sweet Pea chuckles.

“Aren’t you a little young for nail polish kid?”

“Dad, everyone is wearing it.”

“So if everyone jumped off a bridge, you would too?” Sweet Pea asks skeptically knowing the answer. Charlie just stays quiet not looking at her dad.

“I thought so.” He responds to his own question. “Have you done your homework for Monday?”

“No I need help with some history questions. Something about the Medieval Times.”

“Okay kid, we’ll do that when we get home.”

The day passed by quickly for Sweet Pea, staying occupied with his daughter and her homework. However, for Y/N it was a painfully long day. She stared at the clock waiting for the minutes to go by, waiting for the day to be other. She jumped from trying to read a book to watching a show on Netflix until she finally settled on staring at the wall. Her phone rang to wake up her up from daze, as she picks it up she sees Sweet Pea’s name on the screen.

“Hey, Y/N?” She hears his voice.

“HI Sweet Pea.”

“So I was thinking that I can take you out to Pop’s tonight? For a real date?” He sounded nervous.

“Man I’ve been waiting all day to hear that, I mean no I wasn’t I have to check my calendar.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8.” Sweet Pea chuckles at her nervousness.

“Alright, see you then!” Y/N hangs up the phone and looks at the clock. “Okay only 2 hours left, I can get ready in that time.” She says to herself and runs upstairs to get ready.

Sweet Pea smiled as he hung up the phone, excited for the night to come. His daughter was safely watching TV with no knowledge of the impeding date.

*At 8PM*

Y/N was all ready for her date, sitting in her kitchen in her brand new outfit waiting for Sweet Pea to ring on her doorbell so they could go on their much anticipated first real date. The minutes kept ticking by and still no Sweet Pea at her door. 8:05, 8:10. 8:20, 8:30 and still nothing. Y/n started to get worried but eventually kicked off her shoes and popped open a bottle wine, giving up hope that Sweet Pea was actually interested and will show up.

Across town Sweet Pea is staring at the clock knowing full well he was insanely late for his date with Y/N. He was pacing back and forth trying to stay calm but failing miserable at the task.

“Sweet Pea are you listening?” FP’s voice caught his attention back to the meeting in the White Wyrm.

“Yes sir, sorry.” Sweet Pea promptly responded still looking distracted.

“Are we keeping you from something Sweet Pea?” FP tells him in a very annoyed tone.

“No, nothing sir.” Sweet Pea hoped Y/N would understand this horrible catastrophe of a first date. The meeting went on, FP rambling on about the current issue with the Ghoulies. Sweet Pea had a lot of trouble focusing which he knew FP would yell at him for later. Finally, 2 hours later Sweet Pea managed to get out of the meeting and ride Y/N house.

He could see her lights were out in the house so he hesitated to knock but decided that he had to explain himself anyway. He started knocking on her door, lightly at first and then progressively stronger until he saw the lights turn on. As the door opens Sweet Pea sees a very unhappy Y/N glaring at him. She wears her bathrobe to hide her pajamas and tucks it in tighter around her to fend off the cold weather.

“Sweet Pea…what’s going on?”

“I came to apologize about bailing on the date. FP came to the White Wyrm and demanded a meeting with the seniors. I couldn’t say no to him Y/N.”

Y/N looked at him trying to see hints of lying. Seeing only true regret she lets him in. She awkwardly leads him into the house towards her living room and they both sit on the couch in silence.

“Can I get you anything?” Y//N talks breaking the silent tension.

“No no I’m okay.” Sweet Pea responds looking down. The silence continues, both unsure of what to do now.

“I’m just going to get some wine” Y/N says getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. Sweet Pea lets out a deep breath and gets up to follow her.

“Can I actually have some as well?” He says quietly, she nods and hands him a glass.

“So are you going to apologize or are we staying in silence the whole night?” Y/N says quietly trying not to come off sarcastic.

“I did apologize Y/N.”

“No you said you owe me an apology but you never gave one. Owing me ten dollars is different than giving me ten dollars.”

“Alright, I’m sorry I stood you up. I really didn’t mean for it to happen and I hope you’ll let me make it up to you somehow.”

“I believe you, it’s not your fault extenuating circumstances happened.” She took another swig of her drink and sat up on the counter, she was more eye to eye with Sweet Pea at this height.

“Do you still want to go to Pop’s tonight?”

“I’m in pajamas already Sweets, I’m not changing now. How about you stay and watch a movie tonight?” Sweet Pea chuckles and rolls his eyes. “I have ice creeeaam” She continues to say.

“Okay well I can’t say no to ice cream.” He picks her up off the counter and kisses her before putting her back down. Y/N looks down to hide her massive blush as she walks over to the freezer.

“So what movie do you suggest we watch magnificent host?” Sweet Pea asks her.

“I’m in the middle of a Star Wars marathon right now, we could keep watching that?” She suggests.

“I haven’t seen any of the Star Wars movies.”

“You, what, how, how have you not seen any of those movies??? They’re iconic!!” Y/N starts to shout out of surprise.

“I never got into them as a kid, Charlie doesn’t like that sort of stuff so I haven’t been forced to watch it with her and I guess it’s just not my thing.”

“Alright fine we can watch something else, I’m just going to be over here in shock.”

“Okay get off your high horse there miss, I bet I’ve seen movies you haven’t.” Sweet Pea retorts raising his eyebrow.

“I bet you haven’t.”

“Alien.”

“Seen it.”

“The Godfather.”

“Seen it, own it.”

“Rocky.”

“Seen it, next.”

“Despicable Me.” Y/N snorts out in laughter when she hears this option.

“Yep saw it with my nephew.”

“Damn I thought I would have you beat with kids movies.” Sweet Pea sat down on the couch and pulled Y/N down next to him.

“Billiards and movies are just two things that I’m solid at.”

“How come you didn’t become a movie critic? Why are you a journalist?” Sweet Pea asks her genuinely curious for the answer.

“I really wanted to travel I guess and I wanted to write people’s stories. Real and raw people that often don’t get to be heard I guess. Write that necessary neutral third party point of view.”

“Damn, I’ve never seen someone talk so passionately about work.” Sweet Pea said genuinely amazed.

“I love my job, I really love what I do and it means I get a lot of free time too.”

“I guess that means you can see family a lot.”

“I don’t really have a family. My mom passed away when I was young and I don’t really get along with my dad. It’s really just me and my sister now. Well I guess my sister, her husband, my nephew and I.” Y/N said quietly, but very rehearsed having said it so many times before.

“Wow I’m really sorry to hear that.” Sweet Pea takes her in for a hug and they stay there for a long time.

“We should probably start that movie huh?” Y/N asks him wiping her eyes to prevent tears from falling down.

“So pick a movie then smartass.”

“Let’s just watch a nice feel good movie, Lethal Weapon.” Y/N cuddles into Sweet Pea as the movie starts. The movie goes by in a blur with the two people cuddling, laughing and making comments throughout the whole thing.

“Do you always talk this much during movies?” Sweet Pea asks the chatterbox next to him.

“Only when there’s something interesting to say.” She winks at him and he starts to kiss her again, this time leading to a full-on make out session. They are both completely enveloped in this, both reveling in it until a phone rings to them up. Sweet Pea looks up to his phone and sees Charlie’s name on the screen.

“Hi Charlie, is everything okay? Yeah, okay, yeah I’ll come home soon, okay hon don’t worry there’s no monster under the bed.” Sweet Pea talks as Y/N looks at him in awe again seeing his complete personality change around his daughter.

“I should probably get going, Charlie is convinced there is a monster under her bed and Toni is not reliable enough to check.” Sweet Pea says with a chuckle.

“I understand, it’s getting pretty late anyway.”

“Come to the Wyrm tomorrow, I’ll get you that date I owe you.”

“Alright I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Y/N leans in and kisses Sweet Pea goodbye as he walks out the door.

*Tomorrow Morning*

Y/N got to the Wyrm at a pretty reasonable time, she sees many bikes around the bar so she figures she definitely wont be alone. As she makes her way across the parking lot she feels someone grab her from behind and pull her. She starts to scream for help but the attacker covers her mouth. She starts screaming and flailing her arms, managing to get away long enough to shout until someone else grabs her.

The second person holds something cold to her neck, which she assumes is a knife. In all the chaos and screaming a few Serpents came out of the bar to see the fight. Immediately Fangs ran into the bar and shouted for Sweet Pea. He came out raging, almost breaking the door when Fangs told him what happened.

“Ah the mighty Serpent head.” Y/N spoke.

“What do you want Drake.” Sweet Pea responded back to the Ghoulie holding the knife to Y/N’s throat.

“I thought we might discuss the negotiation terms for property in Riverdale. We don’t like what you and FP offered.” Drake responded. Y/N tried to keep calm and resisted the urge to fight this guy knowing it would make the situation worse.

“Fine I’ll talk just let the girl go.” Sweet Pea responded showing no emotion.

“Your pretty girlfriend over here will be fine just don’t screw us over again.” He lets Y/N go and walks away. Y/N lets out a deep breath and Sweet Pea runs over to her to hug her.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Sweet Pea asks anxiously looking at Y/N trying to spot any scars or bruises.

“I’m fine I’ve gone through worse.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sweet Pea I’m fine I’m sure!” Y/N shouts and pushes Sweet Pea off.

“What the heck was that?” Sweet Pea retorts asking about her attitude change.

“I don’t know, I don’t respond well to being coddled.”

“I wasn’t coddling you, I’m actually worried about you but fine if you can handle yourself I won’t worry.” Sweet Pea started to walk away from her and back into the bar.

“No I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. Thank you for coming out and dealing with him. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” Y/N runs in front of him to stop him. “Come on I think I need a drink.”

They walk together into the bar and put the incident behind them.

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Doctor Styles

Part 2

A/N: I really want to thank @whoopsharrystyles for helping me start this new fic idea of mine and being my first beta ever and give me some great pointers and tips. I def would not be writing this without her. I really do appreciate it so much sis love you loads. xoxo S. Also everyone should def read his blurbs/fics/ they are flipping amazing and if you haven’t you are missing out. 

“Oh and three don’t fuck up”


You wake up to the sound of your beeping alarm on the nightstand table; you peek your eyes open and read that its 5:30 am.  A groan escapes your lips as you think about leaving the warmth of your bed. You scramble to find your phone and hit snooze, tossing it to the other side of you. But as on cue, you hear pattering of footsteps on your wooden floors, your bed dipping, and you being greeted with a generous amount of kisses on your cheek and nose by Eric. There goes your extra 5 minutes of sleep, but this is the price you pay when you work in the hospital. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a doctor, always dreamed of becoming one. Although the wake up times can be agonizing. After of few more sloppy kisses you’ve had enough.

“Okay okay I love you too, come on let’s gets some breakfast.”

You slide your robe on as the two of you hurry down the stairs and pour food into two bowls. Once you’re done eating, you run up the stairs and run a shower for yourself. You take your time to rinse your body with the warm water and soap and decide to wash your hair tonight, not wanting to go through the hassle of blow drying your hair right now. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body and wipe down your foggy mirror. You take your time as you go into your closet and pick out your pink scrubs since its Friday.  At the hospital you work at, doctors all allowed to wear any color scrub they desire on Fridays. Pink scrubs are also yours and the kid’s favorite pair you own. You throw on your scrubs and white coat and tie your hair into a ponytail. You did not wear makeup to the hospital since it wasn’t needed; you weren’t a doctor to impress people with your beauty.You’re there to help patients in need. Looking over at the clock you notice it is already 6:40 and that you have about 20 minutes to get to work, you run out the door, not forgetting to grab your stethoscope before dashing down the stairs, in which you find Eric lying down on the couch. You slip your shoes on, and you give him a quick hug and kiss goodbye and tell him you’ll see him tonight.

The drive to the hospital was typical, not that much traffic since you live only ten minutes away. You casually walk into the hospital and greet the young lady at the front desk with a simple smile and a nod, while noticing families sitting eagerly waiting to hear results of their fellow loved ones, in the waiting area. You make your way through the long corridors, to be greeted with a only few nods in acknowledgement. You sigh to yourself, but keep your head held high. But your attention strays to a whistle behind you, and you already know who it is. You roll your eyes as you turn around.

“You know Maya, you look fantastic in your pink scrubs, but you know what else they would look good on?” He takes a step closer to you as you back up against a wall. “My floor.” He whispers and winks so the other doctors and nurses couldn’t hear the dirty comment.

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Pretty Girls

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Please stop telling me I’m pretty.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @marygracewinchester


“Knock it off, Dean.” You groan with your eyes snapped shut.

“Knock what off?” He chuckles knowingly.

“If I was awake enough I’d kick your ass, Winchester.”

It’s early Saturday morning and all you wanna do is fucking sleep late. Dean keeps watching your every move and it’s bugging the hell out of you. You are so not a morning person.

“Stop staring, weirdo.”

“But you’re so pretty.” He smirks playfully, rolling over to have a better view of you. Smooshing your face into your pillow, you try to ignore your husband when he starts poking you in the side.

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Our Song pt 4

A/n: I really really wanted to write this right after I posted part 3 but I still had to write Class Clown and do a couple requests, so I’m really excited to finally get around to writing this. Hope you enjoy!!!

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

Jungkook x Reader

Fluff, no smut this time, just super fluffy

The song Jungkook sings, based roughly on this: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoJFiaJ4ZKo


part 3   master list  

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Limits

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatienceElephant JokesCooking Rickety TablesMr. SkimmerBert and ErnieMidnight ConfessionsThe MoonBright SunshineGraying SkiesDarkened NightPossibilitiesA Thing with YouHumming and ThrummingWarped CosmologyThe Madness of PunchAdviceNerves … Restless

@today-in-fic

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Everyone accepted MaNWalter, GrandmaNUncleSkimmer, AuntMaggieNUncleSkimmer, MaggieNWalter without much angst, the only one having an issue at all being Betsy but once Maggie told her she’d still be Uncle Skimmer’s best girl, she was perfectly fine as well.

It did make for an odd work environment, however, for the pair. The first meeting they had with Skinner, which he was 30 seconds late for claiming traffic, she couldn’t look him in the eye. Professional to a fault but still keeping her focus somewhere over his head to the point Skinner looked behind him several times, he finally called her on it, “Agent Scully, what’s the problem here?”

When she didn’t answer, Mulder jumped in, mind-meld with his soulmate intact as ever, “pretty sure she can’t look at you because she assumes that you were late because you and her mother were … well …” hands awkwardly making an innocent coupling motion, “yeah.”

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Diner- (G.D)

Authors note: hey this is my second imagine hope y'all like!! There’s no warnings. Light smut maybe. Barely. Hope you enjoy!!


Requested: No

11:14 pm. We’ve been at the diner for 15 minutes and still no waiter. And every second going bye, I become an even bigger third wheel. Everyone hates being a thirdwheel. It’s a proven fact. While the couple is having the time of their life, you’re just there, eating your slice of pizza alone. Well now I was just sitting on one side of the booth alone, while my friends Jessica and Anthony were on the other. Not being in the conversation was boring, but something else was attracting my attention.

Across the diner was a boy, a very hot boy, may I add. He had the most defined jawline. Sun kissed skin, brown hair with a streak of blonde. What intrigued me even more was the fact that he was alone. He seemed to have just gotten here, given the fact that he was on his phone with no food or drink near him. If he was waiting for a waiter it would take him a year, considering the service here was unbearably slow.

I thought about approaching him. My mom always warned me of strangers. But he was a hot stranger. What if he’s meeting someone? That would be bad. Fuck it, wait a little before going. I waited a couple of minutes, 4 to be exact, before exiting my booth.
“Guys I’ll be back in a few"I said to them, even though I doubt they heard.

I walked over to him, even though he was still looking down at his phone. I slid across the booth from him. He looked up from his phone and furrowed his brows.

“Do I know you?"he asked, almost scared.

"Probably not. I just saw you alone and I figured I would go sit with you. Plus I hate being a third wheel"I said.

He chuckled, nodding his head. "I know what you mean. My brother is dating someone, and she’s nice and I like her, but it’s like I hate going out with them. It’s always them two, and then me. And I never get what’s going on because it’s a ‘couples joke’ or some dumb shit"he vented. He continued venting. For the next 10 minutes. At the end of his vent his hair was a little messed up from tugging on it. His face was a little red too.

"Easy there tiger"I giggled.

"Sorry. It just gets me so annoyed"he smiled.

"I know me too. They’re both my friends and I love them but it’s annoying"I said.

"I don’t get that"he looked confused.

"Get what?"I furrowed my brows.

"How you’re the third wheel. I feel sorry for whoever left you"he said. I smiled.

"Thank god they did leave me. Or else I wouldn’t have met you"I said. He blushed and looked down.

"You’re cute when you blush"I giggled.

"You’re cute all the time"he said.

"Hi, sorry for the wait, there’s shorten staff. Can I get you something to drink?"a waitress asked. Her name was Marissa. I knew her because I always go to this diner. The buttons on her shirt were all mismatched, her hair was a little messy. And she looked a little sweaty.

"Can I get a coke"Grayson said.

"Ok and for you Y/N?"she asked me.

"Oh I’m not-”

“She’ll have a coke too"Grayson interrupted me.

"Ok be right out with that"she left.

I looked at Grayson, kind of staring him down.

"What?"he asked.

"I’m paying for my drink"I said.

"You’re funny. I’m paying for everything. This is a date"he said.

"Oh, so we’re on a date now?"I asked.

"Maybe. Maybe it could end like our waitress"he said.

"Oh my god"I laughed, and so did he.

"So tell me about yourself"he said.

"There’s not much to me"I shrugged.

"Yeah right. How old are you?”

“17 turning 18 this year”

“Oh me too. You graduated high school?"he asked.

"Yup. I went to Long Branch"I said.

"That’s 30 minutes from me"he said.

"You live in LA?"I asked.

"Yes how’d you know?"he asked.

"Lucky guess. What are you doing here?"I asked.

"I was just driving and was hungry and stumbled upon here"he said.

"I was gonna say no one comes here by choice. Except me"I said.

"Why do you come here?"he asked.

"My mom used to love this place when I was little and would always take me here. Back when there was service. But I don’t know, I never stopped loving this place. I went here after school with my friends or just to get out. Or when we snuck out. I don’t know"I shrugged.

"What happened with your mom?"he asked.

"She died in a car accident when I was 12"I said. He frowned and took my hand in his.

"I’m sorry"he said.

"It’s fine. Anyways, you grew up in LA?"I asked changing the subject.

"No. I grew up in Jersey. I moved out here with my twin brother. We make YouTube videos"he replied.

"Oh. Are you guys the dunkin tins?"I joked.

He laughed and shook his head. "Something like that”.

“Ok here are your drinks. Can I get you something to eat?"Marissa asked.

Except Grayson didn’t know what he was going to have because they didn’t give him a menu.

"Do you like pancakes?"I asked him. He nodded.

"Give us 2 of my favorite stack"I said. She nodded and went back inside the kitchen.

"What’s your favorite stack?"he asked.

"Surprise"I smiled.

For the next 35 minutes, we kept asking each other questions and answering them. I told him almost everything about me. Which is weird, because who tells everything to a stranger? Me I guess. And him.

I learned a lot about Grayson in a measly hour. I learned the little things, like his favorite colors and favorite food, to the deeper things, like his biggest fears and past relationships.

As we were talking Grayson started sniffing the air.

"Are you trying to detect something?"I asked.

"Funny. It smells so good, what is that?"he asked. His question was answered when he came face to face with my favorite stack. It was 3 huge pancakes with bacon, sausage, and home fries on the side. Inside the pancakes were chocolate chips and marshmallows. It was the best thing in the world, no joke.

I was only able to eat 1 and a half pancakes. But Grayson ate all of his and then the rest of mine.

"I was starving. Holy shit now I need to do an extra long workout"he said. I laughed as Marissa brought out the check.

"I have to pee. But don’t touch the check. I’m paying"he said. I shrugged and waited for him to be in the bathroom before calling Marissa over and quickly gave her $30.

"When Grayson comes, tell him I already paid"I said. She nodded and I walked out of the diner to the exit, standing on the balcony. Through the window I could see Grayson coming out of the bathroom, and looking confused as to where the check was. He went over to Marissa and I saw him try to slide money over but she handed it back. They had a quick discussion before he headed out. He walked out of the diner and came over to me.

"I hate you. I can’t believe you payed"he said.

"I said I was going to"I replied. He shook his head.

"Come with me for ice cream?"he asked. I looked over at the window before seeing my friends, too busy making out to notice I’m gone. And he was a stranger. Second time I said that. But this is a once in a life time opportunity.

"Let’s go"I said. He grabbed my hand and led me to his truck.

He opened the door for me as I got in and closed it for me too. I watched him jog to his side before getting in as well.

"Nice truck"I said.

"Thanks. It’s extra roomy in the back"he smirked. I laughed and so did he. I quickly texted my friends where I was and where I was going in case this stranger was a serial killer.

He started driving to another place. He handed me the aux, to which I gladly accepted and started playing lit ass music. We bumped the whole car ride to the ice cream place, which I didn’t even notice was 20 minutes away. We pulled into the parking space and he parked away from the other cars. Again he got out before jogging to my side and opening the door for me.

"What a gent"I said, grabbing his hand as I jumped down from the truck. He smiled at me and we made our way towards the line.

"Do I want a cone or a milkshake?"I asked.

"Cone"he said.

"Then I want a milkshake"I said. He stared at me as I laughed.

"Can I help who’s next?"the guy asked. I stepped up first, Grayson behind me.

"What can I get for a hot girl like you today?"he asked, trying to flirt.

"Can I have an Oreo milkshake?"I asked, ignoring the comment.

"Anything for you"he said, before writing it down on a cup.

"What about you Gray?"I asked, turning around to see Grayson. His jaw and fists were clenched. He was breathing a little heavy too.

"Yeah, can I have a vanilla cone with Oreos on top?"he asked. The guy nodded, almost in fear considering Grayson was 2x his size, height and muscle wise.

"I’m paying"he said. He put his hands on my waist and scooted me over a little so he had no choice but to pay. He handed me my milkshake and grabbed his cone, as I followed him back to the truck. Instead of eating it in the truck we popped open the trunk and sat there and had our ice cream. I lay back and stared up at the sky and the stars.

"It’s so beautiful"I said.

"I know"Grayson replied. "I’m not talking about the stars.”

I looked over and his eyes were fixed on me. I smiled before leaning closer to him, my head resting on his chest.

I finished my milkshake, trying to get the last few drops from the bottom of the cup. Gray took my cup and his paper from his cone and threw them out. When he came back we sat back inside the truck.

We continued talking for a little until we both stopped. All of the sudden we were staring into each others eyes. I noticed how his eyes were such a light brown, and his pupils dilated. I could kiss him right now. I will kiss him right now.

“Gray?"I whispered.

"Yeah?"he asked.

"Kiss me"I said. And with that he leaned over the console, his hands on my face and we passionately kissed. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was more. Our lips moved in sync as we started to make out. We both pulled back for air. I smiled, and he grinned. I reconnected our lips, and his tongue immediately slipped into my mouth. Eager, yes, but for the both of us. I couldn’t help but to smile, and he pulled back. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you thinking about?"I asked.

"2 things: 1, how lucky I am right now and 2, if we could test out the back seat"he said.

I laughed, pulling down the compartment on the passengers side and grabbed a condom.

"How’d you-”

“I had a feeling. Now shut up and kiss me"I said. He happily obliged, and I will say this. It was a night I will never forget.

I Can’t Help...

Plot: Sebastian gets back from a long trip and accompanies you to a friends wedding.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 1796

Warnings: Some smut at the end; fluff (Is fluff a warning?), some language

“Hey babe, I just landed and I’m catching a cab home.” Sebastian said over the phone. You could tell he was tired from the tone of his voice.

“You don’t have to go to the wedding Seb. I understand.” Your voice was soft as you responded. You yourself were tired, but it was for one of your best friends and you knew you needed to go.

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How They React to an Argument With Reader

Anon:  Mmm, so obviously this won’t be answered for a bit (you’re super popular, yay!) but how about Easy Company argument headcanons? So like, how they react in an argument with you? Idk, it was something I was thinking about with fic ideas and I trust you :)

Richard Winters: He becomes very reserved, but he never actually leaves the house. He will give you your space and spend time in another room in the house, and if you want to leave then he won’t stop you, but eventually, he’ll sit down with you and talk it out. Your arguments usually last about 2-3 hours, depending on the severity.

Lewis Nixon: He gets heavily drunk, even if you’ve been working with him on his alcoholism, an argument with you flips the switch. He’ll probably storm out of the house and go to his favorite local bar to get absolutely shit-faced. You’ll end up going to get him so he doesn’t drive home and in the morning - after the hangover’s subsided - you’ll try to make up. Your arguments can last anywhere from 12 hours to a full day.

Ronald Speirs: He gets quiet and leaves, locking the door and driving off to who knows where. He has a very good hold on his rage, but he doesn’t want you seeing him so angry. He comes back soon because he gets worried about you. Even if you don’t want him in the house, he’ll stay nearby. Your arguments really don’t last that long, maybe an hour and a half, tops.

Carwood Lipton: He doesn’t leave and he doesn’t walk away. He sits down with you and talks it out. He can’t stand the idea of you being upset with him, so he tries to make it stop as soon as possible. After the argument is done, he’ll spend time making sure you’re happy (hint hint) and the next day he’ll bring flower home. Your longest argument was about 45 minute long.

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Strawberries | Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by jjilljj

❁Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

❁Summary: You and your friend decide to go strawberry picking. When you arrive she happily runs off, without you. Instead of finding her, you find a cute young man. Who is sweeter? The strawberries or him?

❁Words: 1000+

❁Category: Fluff

❁A/N: Another one-shot, this time of our favourite pink princess! Hope you’ll enjoy ^^

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12 Sebongie Days: Jeonghan

Part of Seventeenal Greetings: A Merry Sebongie Christmas!!! countdown to Christmas  🎄⛄️☃️❄️🎁

D-12 –> prompt 15: “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

  • gosh all you wanted to do was curl up in your bed with snacks all around you watching Netflix on your laptop
  • but no, here you were washing dishes and wiping down tables at your workplace, 
  • just the local cafe 
  • who decided they wanted to be open even on Christmas Eve
  • which you guess was a smart business move on their part 
  • except, you were the one that had to actually work
  • “your beauty will attract more customers!!” 
  • your boss said this comment grinning, though you thought differently 
  • you were the college student with family too far away to fly home, 
  • you were the one who had nothing better to do than start her essays early 
  • lol you were the one with no life 
  • jk
  • but hey, at least you had a sugary Christmas filled with pastries, hot chocolate, and coffee
  • with closing time only a few minutes away, you only had one more thing to prepare for 
  • the people who ordered the grand cake, would be late in exactly five minutes now 
  • but a customer is a customer, not like you could close up when they’re just running 10 minutes late 
  • so your just sipping on coffee, mindlessly scrolling through instagram 
  • when the sound of footsteps and voices overpower the cafe’s BGM
  • you look up surprised when you see only a few guys, loudly having conversation as they walk up to the counter 
  • “How can I help you?” 
  • the words come out automatically as you smile, trying not to show how tired you were 
  • until the faces in front of you click in your head 
  • “Y/n?” 
  • Jeonghan mouth slightly gapes in shock 
  • “Y/N!” 
  • his eyes crinkle beautifully, you almost melt 
  • you admit you’ve had a crush on Jeonghan for a while now 
  • i mean he’s handsome, one of the most caring human beings you’ve ever met 
  • his voice is angelic oh lord
  • “Hey Jeonghan” you flash a real smile now
  • “ummm” Jeonghan’s friend who you know as Seungcheol smirks, 
  • “we’re here to pick up that cake” 
  • you nod, focused, ish, “yeah! lemme go to the back fridge to get it” 
  • as you walk away, Jeonghan watches your back view vanish, avoiding eye contact with his friends
  • “who was what that?” Seungcheol wiggles his eyebrows obnoxiously,
  • catching on to the air between you and Jeonghan very quickly 
  • “hyung y’all would look super cute together!” 
  • “ay ay ay” Jeonghan nags at Seokmin’s comment pretending to be annoyed 
  • but they know he hides embarrassment well 
  • “here! is everything good??” 
  • you come up to the counter, opening the cake box 
  • jeonghan leans down slightly, making an “awe” sound, 
  • giving you the perfect view of his fluffy hair and eyelashes 
  • your heart omg 
  • i mean the others were doing the same, but let’s be real, you were only focused on him 
  • “everything’s so pretty, did you do this yourself?” 
  • he glances up at you, the same glint of admiration in his eyes after you help him with some really difficult concept 
  • twisting your feet shyly, you nod, “it’s all good then?” 
  • they all nod excitedly, mouths probably watering 
  • smiling at their enthusiasm, ringing them up, “that’ll be 20” 
  • Seungcheol tilts his head, “the person on the phone said it’d be 30” 
  • you laugh, somehow getting the courage to wink, “employee discount ya know” 
  • “THANKS YOU veryyyy much!” 
  • handing you the money, they bow repeatedly, 
  • making you have to wave to hands for them to stop, 
  • “it’s Christmas after all, hope you enjoy the cake!!” 
  • they leave the shop single file, calling out “Happy Christmas” as they leave 
  • Jeonghan glances back, flashing one last smiling before disappearing out of slight
  • “hyung you liiikkeeeee her~” Seokmin squishes his own cheeks excitedly, the words leaving his mouth as soon as the door closes behind them
  • “you totally knew she worked there right? that’s why we got it from here!” Soonyoung points accusingly at Jeonghan
  • “nah if he really did, he wouldn’t have” Seungcheol smirks at his friend, undoubtedly lost in thought about you 
  • ‘Joshua recommended this shop to me… clever hmp, knows what he’s doing” 
  • Jeonghan chuckles, sticking his hand in his pockets, coming up with a plan
  • “I’m gonna go back guys” 
  • as he stands still, watching them hop in the car they call out excited cheers
  • “GET THAT CHRISTMAS LOVE” 
  • “Hyung we won’t save you cake because you’re gonna get free stuff all the time now!!” 
  • he scoffs in amusement, those are really the last words he hears as they drive away
  • but now is not a time to hold grudges
  • ah, as you watch him leave something twinges in your heart
  • ‘what if you went after him?’ 
  • but nah, you were way to chicken for that
  • and it being past closing time already, you clean the last few things, and exit the shop
  • ending your long day,
  • “OH MY GOD” 
  • you laugh recognizing his face, putting a hand over your heart
  • he laughs, “I was hoping you wouldn’t take long, it’s kind of cold out here” 
  • your extremely confused on why Jeonghan is standing in front of you at the moment, but hey, you weren’t complaining
  • “it’s very cold” you laugh at the sight of your own breathe and rub your hands together 
  • “oh!” 
  • taking his own gloves off, he holds them out to you grinning
  • “put these on” 
  • you want to protest, but the grin spread across his face doesn’t let you
  • “thank you” you say softly 
  • for a split second, you two are just standing under the streetlight, smiling 
  • but then biting you lip, you part your lips to speak, but the words get caught in your throat 
  • Jeonghan waits silently, patiently for you
  • “why’d you wait for me?” 
  • he glances up at the street light above you, seemingly in thought, before looking back at you 
  • his eyes crinkle, as if he already knew the words that would come out your mouth, 
  • and already had a perfect line prepared 
  • “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”
  • with those simple words, your heart flutters 
  • tilting his head smirking, he grabs your hand 
  • your heart stops 
  • “my hand’s cold too now, you have to warm it” 
  • taking a breathe, you relax your hand in his, heart steady now 
  • “am I only allowed to hold your hand when it needs to be warm?” 
  • both of you have started walking now, 
  • along the sidewalk, admiring the street decor, going in no particular direction 
  • “my hand always needs to be warm” 
  • “what if my hands are too cold” 
  • he pauses, nothing to come back with right away 
  • then he smiles charmingly, “if we’re always holding each others hands, they’ll never be cold” 
  • a cold gust of wind blows past you 
  • but you don’t notice 
  • oh how spending Christmas with someone special can make it so much better 
  • Jeonghan was exactly that, and whether you knew it or not he thought exactly the same 
  • he notices every detail,
  • the way you lick you lips because of the cold 
  • the way your bring your jacket closer to your body to warm yourself 
  • the way your eyes smile along with your lips as you speak
  • “we should never let go then” 

Originally posted by mingyuwu

~Masterlist~ 

Shoot your Shot Part 1 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by brandoncarlo

Now this is my first imagine and don’t be mad if you actually like it because it doesn’t have a lot of Auston in it all. I want this to be a series if people actually like it  maybe like 4 or 5 parts? I feel like you need to get the main character first so most of this is about her. I’m working on part 2 and if this part has a good response I’ll post part 2 sometime tomorrow. Sorry again for the lack of Auston.
Words: 1810
Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of some penguins players
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Finally being able to go a NHL game and watch your two favourite teams play is like a dream come true. The Penguins have always been your number one team but moving to Toronto has made you fall in love with the Maple Leafs. Auston Matthews may also have something to do with your new-found love for them. Moving to Toronto has been one of the best things that has ever happened to my family. My mom and dad got a pretty nasty divorce a couple of months ago. They never got along and were always fighting when they were together. He caught my mom cheating with his best friend. It broke his heart, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so sad before. He ended up moving to Toronto after getting the job of Head of Peds Surgery at The Hospital for Sick Children and taking my 4-year-old sister Madeline with him. I stayed with my mom in Quebec to finish the last month of senior year with all my friends but the day after graduation, I hopped on a plane straight to Toronto. Me and my mom never got along, we would always be fighting and yelling at each other, so I couldn’t wait to get to Toronto. I had a great summer here, maybe even the best summer I’ve ever had. I met a lot of great people. A couple of days ago my dad saved the life of 6-year-old boy. He suffered from a brain injury. It was a very difficult surgery; about 5 hours long. They kept losing him and didn’t think he was going to make it. But he was a fighter and pulled through. His father was so grateful that my dad was able to pull it off. Him and his son came to Toronto to see the Leafs game but they couldn’t go due to his sons’ surgery so he offered, scratch that, he MADE my dad take the tickets for everything he did. My dad never really followed hockey, only watched games when I was watching them, so he gave me the tickets and I took a friend with me. She was a huge Leafs fan so she was ecstatic when I told her I was taking her.

 It was game day and I couldn’t be more excited. I thought about wearing my Geno jersey to support the Pens but I decided that wasn’t a good idea going to a Leafs home game. I decided on just wearing a blue shirt seeing as I didn’t own a Toronto jersey. I had a tough time trying to find something seeing as me and group of friends were going out afterwards to celebrate my 19th birthday. I wouldn’t have time to go home and change after the game, so I was trying to find something that wasn’t too flashy to wear to the game but nothing to boring to wear to a club. Finally finding an appropriate outfit, I started doing my hair and makeup.  

“Logan, can you come downstairs for a minute?” My dad yelled.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in just a second!” I replied, finishing up my makeup. Making my way down the stairs, I’m greeted at the bottom by my dad, Madeline and my best friend Kenzie. Dad holding a cake with lit candles, Madeline had some balloons and Kenzie was holding Madeline. All of them wearing birthday hats.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Logan, Happy birthday to you!” They all sang.  
“Thank you guys so much!” I exclaimed, after blowing out the candles.
“LOG, I made you a gift!” Madeline yelled excitedly squirming out of Kenzies arms. She went running into the living room and came running back out with a poorly wrapped gift that you could tell she did herself. After she handed it to me I opened it up to reveal a framed picture she painted of me and her. It had macaroni, feathers, pom-poms and way too much glitter.  

“Thank you so much Mads, I’m gonna hang it on my wall so I can see it every day.” I told her giving her a big hug. Madeline, or Mads as I call her, is only person I’m closer to than my dad. When she was born she had a heart defect and doctors didn’t think that she would survive. I knew the moment I first held her that I would do anything in the world just to protect her.

“I’m glad you love it so much” She said.
“I love it almost so much as I love you” I told her kissing her cheek.
“Alright, time for my present” Dad said handing me a gift bag. I opened it up it find an Austin Matthews jersey.
“I know you wanted to wear your Dino jer-"He started
"Dad, its Geno” I corrected him laughing
“Whatever or whoever it is, I know you wanted to wear his jersey but I also knew you secretly wanted to this guys jersey more, so I got Kenzie to help me out because I have no idea who any of this people are” He stated.
“Thank you guys so much” I said giving them both hugs, “It’s my second favourite present” I told them winking at Mads.
“Well you never got my gift yet, just wait till we get the club after the game. I’m gonna get you fuc-… fudge, yeah I’m gonna get you fudge!” Kenzie corrected herself after my dad gave her a look because Mads was in the room. My dad was used to giving Kenzie this look. My best friend is very talkative, outgoing, and tends to say more curses than a grown man. My dad wasn’t too sure of her the first time he met her but Mads just loved her. I met her my second day in Toronto at a small café. She works there as a barista and when I ordered my coffee, she wouldn’t shut up about how much she loved my make-up and that I had to do hers later that night because she had a ‘hot date’. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I needed up doing her make-up for her date. We talked and got to know each other very well. Later that night at about 1 or 2 in the morning, I got a text from her saying that because of my make-up skills, I helped her get the love her life and also the best sex of her life. They have been dating for about 3 months and they’re hands down the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. Kenzie would have my back for anything. She’s helped me through my parents’ divorce and to get over my summer fling. I would be lost without her.

“Well it’s 7:30 now so you guys should be heading out now if you want to make it on time” Dad told us pushing us out the door. Kenzie decided on driving to the game, leaving the jeep there after the game and getting an Uber to the club. She wasn’t too worried about leaving the jeep there because it was her brothers and she didn’t care what happened to it. Her and her brother were nowhere as close as me and Mads. Also, according to her both of us needed to get very fucked up tonight because I didn’t live in Toronto for her 19th so we had to make up for lost time.

“I’m so excited for this game. Maybe you’ll even catch a certain Mr. Matthews eye with your new jersey if the seats are close enough.” She said wiggling her eyebrows “Where are we sitting anyways?”
“Yes, I’m going to make him fall in love with me while I’m screaming at refs at all of their stupid calls but I believe were glass seats near the Toronto bench but I’m not sure, I don’t know my way around the ACC that good yet” I stated. The rest of the 20-minute drive was just us screaming singing, very badly may I add, to our favourite songs. We finally made it to our seats just in time for warm up to start. Our seats were glass seats right next to the Leafs bench. Kenzie insisted that I had to sit in the seat closest to the bench because there’s no way my future husband wasn’t sitting on that bench. Ever since me and my summer fling broke things off, she has been trying to set me up with just about any guy that looked my way. She says I’m too pretty to just waste life away by myself but I’m perfectly fine without a boy. I don’t think I need a guy so I’m not really out looking but I happen to stumble upon a good one I wouldn’t say no.

“Oh my god there’s Geno and Jake and Crosby, this is the best day ever!” I exclaimed to Kenzie
“I think you might be at the wrong home game, like how are not excited over Marner, Matthews or Nylander. My god Logan you’re wearing a Matthews jersey at least pay some attention to the Leafs.” She said to me laughing.
“Yeah yeah whatever, I guess you are right though. Matthews looks pretty damn good in person” I told her laughing as well, “These seats are amazing, I’m gonna have to go to the hospital and thank the guy who gave them to my dad. You know what, there’s still 15 minutes left of warm up I’m gonna go get something for him and his son. I’ll be back in a few minutes” I walked out to the concession stand area. They were selling everything Toronto out there. I picked them out some small things like a Toronto teddy bear, foam finger, and a bunch of other knick knacks. Remembering how the dad was saying he was going to buy his son a jersey at the game to surprise him, I even picked up a small jersey for the little boy. Making it back to my seat with 5 minutes left of warm up.

“Good your back, now I really think you should shoot your shot with Matthews and if that doesn’t work try Nylander. Now I know Matthews has a reputation of sleeping around a lot but I think you could tame hi-” Kenzie started before she was interrupted by a puck hitting the glass.
“Jesus Christ!” I screamed while jumping. I was too busy listening to Kenzies’ 'plan’ that it scared me more than it should have. “Who did that?’ I asked as we both searched the ice to find the source.
"I believe it was your future husband” She said as she pointed towards the ice. I followed her finger to Marner laughing and Matthews waving at us.
“I guess he’s shooting his shot first” I said waving back to him.