#I’m working on a small project for some friends of mine

[snowy-vee]

ALL MINE Pt.1 (E.W ff)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: English is not my first language, any misspelling will be corrected later on, also, please feel free to leave a comment and rb!!

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“Bye, girls!” you waved to the cheer team before getting into Ellie’s car, greeting her with a small ‘hi’ and a kiss on her cheek. “Why weren’t you at cheer practice? I missed you looking at me from the bleachers like a little stalker,” you giggle, grabbing her phone to put music to your liking.

“I don’t look like a stalker... Do I? I don't,” she said quietly, and you laughed again. “Anyway, I was doing a project, and I didn’t notice how late it was until you called me to pick you up.”

She started the car and began to drive home. You were both roommates in an off-campus flat, and since Ellie was the only one with a licence, it was common for her to drive you everywhere and pick you up.

You kept looking for a good playlist while ‘Too Fast’ by Sonder was playing when a notification came in. You blinked twice, thinking you might have seen something wrong, but the message from Dina saying she had a good time was still there.

“Dina was your partner for the project?”

“Yes, why? She is very nice; I wonder why I’ve never spoken to her; she’s got a good vibe.”

“Yeah, but isn’t she kind of a loser? I mean, the only interesting thing about her is that she dated Jesse.” You scoffed. The ugly look she gave you after that was enough to make you stop laughing. “I don’t mean it in a bad way! Just saying that you might not want to hang out with her that much.”

“I am a loser too; shouldn’t I be hanging out with my kind of people?”

“You’re not a loser! You just have different interests than the rest of our friends—"

“Your friends"

"My friends, whatever, you hang out with me; that gives you some status and makes you not a total loser but a partial one.”

Ellie rolled her eyes as she parked the car, grabbed her backpack from the back seat, and got out without opening your door, as she usually does. You opened your mouth a little offended and got out too.

“Els! Come on, don’t get angry. I’ll cook dinner, yeah?” You tried to apologise, but she had already locked herself in her room. You snorted, throwing your bag on your bed and then throwing yourself off too.

You and Ellie had been best friends since middle school. You came in as the new girl and soon caught the attention of many, but Ellie was the only one who made you feel comfortable in every way. You were always together and inseparable until high school, when you decided to become a cheerleader, and that’s when the distinction between you and Ellie began.

Although you tried to make time for her or integrate her into the “Populars” group, it didn’t work out, and it was obvious that it made both parties uncomfortable, so the only times you shared space together were at parties or break time. Ellie had friends, not counting the online ones, but for her, they were more like classmates, so she barely spent time with them.

It doesn’t matter; you were going to sleep and apologise in the morning—that is, until, coming out of the bathroom after taking a good shower and changing into your pyjamas, you heard giggles and voices from Ellie’s room.

Was she laughing with Dina? How was it possible that they were already at the level of making video calls? Was there something else she wasn’t telling you? No, you were best friends; you told each other everything.

“Els, I’m going to make instant ramen; do you want the chicken one or?” You opened the door without knocking first to confirm your suspicions, and yes, it was Dina on the other side of the phone. You could see her face and how her smile slowly faded. “Oh, hi, Dina.”

"Hi,” she said softly. “Well, I’m going to have dinner too; talk to you later, Ellie.”

“Yeah, okay, bye, Dina." Ellie smiled, hanging up. She woke up from her bed and nodded in your direction. “I want chicken ramen; I’ll go shower real quick.”

She was still annoyed with you; you could feel it, so that meant you had to apologise tonight.

Your cooking skills were not the best; it was strange that you touched the stove burners, mostly because Ellie did. Talking about the Queen of Rome, there she was standing in her black pyjama pants and sports bra. She was drying her short hair as she watched you cook.  

"Can I help you with something?" She asked, but you refused. You were almost done; you just needed to put the food on the plates. You left the dishes on the table in the living room. "Actually, I was planning to eat in my room today."  

"Ellie, please... I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk like that about your  friends." You started apologising by grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch. "Forgive me, yes? I hate that we're upset about something so small."  

"Ugh, I hate that I can't be mad at you for too long." You squealed with excitement, and before you knew it, you both had finished eating and were now sharing a blanket on the couch while watching a movie.   Your head was resting on her shoulder, and although it was a comfortable position, it got on your nerves that Ellie was on her phone, sending messages and giggling from time to time. It was driving you crazy.

You cleared your throat as you got off the couch. "I'm going to sleep; tomorrow will be a busy day," you said.  

"But the movie isn't over yet," Ellie protested, looking at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. For a moment, you were about to stay, but Ding! Another notification caused her to divert your attention to her phone again.  

"No, I don't want dark circles under my eyes."  

"Wait, one thing..."  

"What?"  

"Tomorrow, where was that party?" you frowned at her question, confused that she's asking about a party.  

"Uh... at the same frat house where we went for the Halloween party, why?"  

"Yes, but can you send me the address?"  

"Yes, but why? You said you didn't want to come, remember?"  

"I know, but you're going to drag me anyway, and Dina said she wanted to come, so I won't be alone."  

"You're never alone; I'm with you," you replied. Ellie raised an eyebrow as she looked at you. "Most of the time, I'm with you, Ellie!"  

"I know! I appreciate it, but... I think I want to get to know Dina more, if you know what I mean." Her cheeks began to redden, and she had a shy smile as she looked at her phone.   That made your stomach churn.

You nodded and couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle that went unnoticed by her. "I'll send you the location tomorrow, Els."  

"Great, you're the best; I love you."  

"Me too, get a good night's rest," you said, walking down the hallway to your room. You looked once more at Ellie before entering, still hooked on her phone.   You definitely had to get rid of Dina.  

You didn't have a problem with sharing other things, but Ellie? No way; she was yours, all yours.

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie fanfic #ellie fic #ellie fluff #ellie smut #wlw #lgbtq #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fandom #ellie tlou smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #tlou #tlou2 #snowy vee

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DONT BE A FOOL - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x wife!reader

Word Count: 2, 156

Summary: After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

//follow-up to three empty words but can probably be read on its own//

The next morning, you refused to dilly dally your morning routine. Your shower was quick, your hair and makeup remained simple. Even your outfit was more or less the first thing you grabbed from your closet. You gathered all of your papers - which you hadn’t gotten around to grading the night before - and your laptop before Matt’s alarm had even gone off.

You skipped making breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way to work instead, and hustled out the door. You ignored the still sleeping figure of Elektra on your couch even though your brain wanted to soak her with cold water and kick her out. You did slam the door on your way out but that was just to satisfy your own anger.

You walked into your classroom and let out a loud sigh as you dropped into your deskchair. You were thankful to be out of the house, in your own space for the time being. As you began grading the papers and piling them according to the hours, your mind wandered back to the night before. You wondered if Elektra would be out of your apartment when you got back. You wondered if Matt would tell Foggy and Karen that you two got into a fight last night. You then found yourself wondering if Matt was actually going to go to work that morning.

You realized you were staring blankly at the student’s worksheet in front of you so you shook the thoughts and focused on the daunting stacks before you.

Most of the hours were business as usual. Your normal rowdy students were a bit extra, but that might’ve been due to your already grated nerves more than their own behaviors. It wasn’t until the hour before lunch that you found some of your students more huddled and secretive than usual.

“What are you doing in the corner?” You called, peaking over your computer at the small group. “There’s, what, five minutes till the bell?”

“Mrs. Murdock, what’s your husband’s name?” One of the girls, Liv, asked with an innocent expression. The same one she gave you when she explained her lacking assignments.

“Matthew.” You titled down your screen to see them better. “Why?”

“What does he do again?”

“Lawyer. Why?”

“Is he handsome?” Another girl, Nicole, asked with wiggling eyebrows.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at your middle schoolers.

“Yes, very.” You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.”

“And if he’s a lawyer, he’s gotta be smart, right?”

“Again, very. He went to Columbia.”

“So like… Is he why you’re so sad today?” Blake, the only boy in the group, chimed in with a nonchalant shrug.

“Guys.” You frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m not sad. Me and Mr. Murdock are fine. We’re happily married. And you should be worried about your own relationship drama, not mine.”

“So you admit there’s drama?” Nicole countered quickly.

“Between Blake and Emmy? Yes.” You nodded and Emmy’s jaw dropped while her friends poked her teasingly. “Between me and Mr. Murdock, no.”

“Mhmm.. So why is the photo face down?”

“What?”

“The photo by your computer.” She came across the room and lifted the frame near your laptop that was in fact, face down. “You told us on the first day that this was one your favorite photos and you have it on it’s face… There’s drama, Mrs. Murdock.”

“You’re very observant, Nicole. Thank you.” You said flatly as you took the frame from her hands and set it in it’s rightful position. “I must’ve knocked it over when I was trying to find you and Liv’s missing portfolio project.” “You can’t deflect, Mrs. M.” Liv added from across the room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Y’know what.” You announced, standing from your desk. “The bell rings in less than two minutes. You guys can all go to lunch early.”

A chorus of questions arose while you heard the door being pushed open.

“They can’t write you all up.” You shrugged and dropped back in your chair while the meddling group made their way into the hall.

The girls continued to whisper to themselves and glanced back at you, to which you shooed them away. When you were finally alone in your classroom, you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed a hand over your eyes.

Usually, you adored having open communication with your students because that meant they trusted you. But at the same time, that meant they felt entitled to know your life story whether you like it or not. The bell echoed in your ears so you spun your chair to the small fridge under your desk that held your lunch.

You clicked play on a playlist from your laptop and began eating your lunch, typing away to enter in grades. You knew you should just do nothing, scroll mindlessly on your social medias instead or maybe even call Foggy to ensure Matt made it to work, but the busy work for your eyes, head, and hands felt better. Plus, you weren’t exactly sure what you would’ve said that could’ve gotten your question answered without being a dead giveaway. So you kept working instead.

“MRS. MURDOCK!” Liv nearly yelled as she burst through your door, maybe halfway through the lunch hour. “OHMYGODYOULLNEVERBELIEVE-”

“Liv!” You said in shock, nearly dropping your water bottle. “What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“Look at this!” She hurried across and showed you her phone screen. Oddly enough, it was a photo of the back of a man exiting a taxi. What stood out to you was the white cane in his hand.

“It’s a guy getting out a cab.” You tried to reason, gently pushing her phone away. “That’s what you ran in here to tell me?”

“But he’s blind!”

“So it seems.”

“Don’t you know what this means?” She insisted with a small stomp.

You simply shrugged and raised your brows.

“It’s Mr. Murdock! He came to apologize!”

“Liv, I appreciate your concern for my marriage but we’re fine, okay? It’s not like he and I are heading towards a divorce. We’re just in a bit of an argument. It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you so…” She gestured vaguely to you.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go back to your lunch, please. I have to finish these.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Mrs. M, just-”

“Liv, boundaries, please.”

“Just listen!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Go back to your lunch.”

She huffed slightly but retreated to the door. As she was heading out, she nearly ran into one of the monitors.

“Sorry to intrude, Y/N.” The monitor said as she popped her head in. “I have a visitor for you.”

“Another one of my kids being a problem?” You sighed and wheeled yourself a bit further from your desk. “Send ‘em in. They can sit in the corner till next class.”

“Actually, I think you’ll be glad to see this one.” She smiled knowingly and reached for something outside the doorframe.

Before you could voice another question, she ushered Matt through the door. He said his usual thanks for being guided and the monitor gave you an approving nod and thumbs up. She mouthed a very not subtle ‘He’s very handsome’. You smiled awkwardly in agreement but once the door closed, you rolled your eyes and went back to your gradebook.

“Could’ve called.” You said simply.

“I didn’t think you would answer.” Matt replied honestly.

“Probably wouldn’t have… Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I couldn’t focus.”

You heard the clicks of him folding his cane as he wandered around your classroom. You peaked up to watch him manueaver the desks with such ease that for a split second, you forgot he was blind. You watched him run his fingers along the bulletin board you had on one wall, leading into the standards and other required signage you had up.

“Did she leave?” You asked and returned to your prior task. You knew if you watched him for too long, he’d know and he’d show you that stupid lopsided smirk that he did.

“She was still pretty weak when I left.” He said and there was a slight sadness in his voice. Though if someone asked if it was for Elektra or your argument, you wouldn’t have been able to say. “But I did ask Stick to find somewhere else to take her to recover if she can’t leave on her own by the time someone gets home.”

“Chivalrous.” You made a face behind your computer screen. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that.”

He sighed slightly and you mumbled a short complaint to yourself before scooting away from your desk and spinning in your chair to face him, just as he appeared at your side. You folded your hands over your stomach and leaned back in your chair, giving an exaggerated sigh and nod for him to talk.

“Y/N, last night, I said something I shouldn’t have.” He began carefully, as if he was following a carefully rehearsed speech. For all you knew, he had rehearsed it with Foggy that morning before he showed up. “I let Stick push me and I just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But she shouldn’t be the first thing, right?” You said softly with a small shrug. “Stick shouldn’t be able to push you into saying that, whether you meant it or not.”

“You’re right.” He admitted and your brows went up slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that. You are the only woman that I want to be with. I married you, without any hesitation. I never had second thoughts or second thoughts or anything. You, Y/N Murdock, have my heart.”

You nodded slowly but said nothing as you stood. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, him offering a hopeful expression in return. You broke into a small smile and nudged him with your shoulder before moving past him. He followed you almost instantly and you took him to the wall on the other side of your desk near the window.

“The kids started calling this the Sweetheart’s Spotlight.” You said quietly with a small smile. “They keep a polaroid camera in one of the cubbies and every Friday, they rearrange the couples in order of their favorites… They made me put a photo of us on here, too.”

“Where do we rank?” He smiled slightly.

“We’ve been number one since it started.” You laughed. “They tell me that you’re the best by default since I’m their favorite teacher.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know I’m still upset, right?” You said carefully when the air was too light between you two.

“I know.” He nodded. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“But I also don’t want to hold onto this fight. So here’s an idea. Elektra’s out of the apartment today. You two finish whatever crusade you’re on. You make sure you don’t get yourself killed. She leaves New York and it’s all put to bed.”

“Consider it done.” He nodded. “And I know better than to get myself killed. I’ve got it too good to die.”

“Yeah because then I’m a widow and there’s not much life insurance to cash in on.” You joked as the lunch bell rang.

“I should get going.” He nodded before gently taking your hand. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.” You said softly as your students started filing in.

“OHMYGOD.” One of your students yelled and you closed your eyes tightly, quietly groaning in embarrassment. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?”

“Yes, Luna.” You said, feeling the blush across your cheeks. “This is Mr. Murdock and he’s leaving.”

You pulled Matt towards the door as he laughed. Your kids yelled questions that you tried to ignore until Matt stopped, pulling you to stop with him.

“It’s career week!” One of the boys yelled. More so a demand.

“I’m aware, Jack.” You nodded. “What does that have to do with this?”

“He’s not here to talk to us about lawyers?” The boy’s head cocked as he asked his question.

“That’s exactly why I’m here.” Matt grinned and you groaned again. “Let’s give Mrs. Murdock a break, right?”

“You’re so dead.” You threatened quietly with a laugh before heading back to your chair. 

“Okay, kids.” You announced. “He’s blind and can’t write. I’m not getting up. Take your own notes and keep your questions relevant to his career, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Murdock.” They all answered.

“All yours, Mr. Murdock.” You gestured before returning to grading and the personal questions started flying.

“How did you guys meet?!”

“What’s her favorite color?!”

“Did you see the wall?!” “He can’t see!”

“Are they always this rowdy?” He asked you with a slight laugh.

“You’re new and exciting.” You shrugged. “Take it as a compliment.”

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[thebibliosphere]

It might be the week-long migraine talking, but I’m actually quite pissed at the idea that indie authors are wealthy, and that’s why we can afford to do what we do.

Yeah, sure, some indie authors are independently wealthy and can funnel unlimited money into making their writing successful. You’ll find them on Twitter and Facebook groups making pretentious and mind-boggling claims like if you aren’t spending $20,000 a year on ad revenue, you’re ‘not taking your writing career seriously.’*

The rest of us, however, fucking hate those people.

Most indie authors are working on a budget the length of a shoestring. We’re doing most things ourselves or trading skills back and forth in a never-ending cycle of “I’ll edit yours if you edit mine.”

I’m lucky; I have a moderate following on Tumblr that supports my work. My Patreon allows me to set money aside each month for editing and professional cover illustrations that give my work a professional edge. And even then, I’m paying significantly reduced rates because most of the people I am working with are friends in the same boat as me, and we’re all just passing the same $200 back and forth between creative projects.

That I could fund an audiobook (something which typically costs anywhere between $2-7000) on the back of my eBook sales is miraculous, but it also took two years’ worth of sales to do.

And let’s be clear here, I have an advantage over many other indie authors because of Tumblr. Y’all are feral (affectionate) and treated the Amazon sales algorithm like a challenge. You looked at how the system was rigged, sucked air through your teeth, and went, “I can break that,” and then you did.

Most indie authors don’t have that.

Yes, it costs money to produce fiction as an indie author. Yes, some people pay a lot to get ahead of the game and claim success. Most of us, however, are scraping by on favors and the luck of knowing how and where to upload our work for maximum exposure.

This is something, incidentally, the rich fucks who hoard the top spots most likely to earn the most money will never tell you.

They’ll tell you to keep writing, follow your dreams and invest, invest, invest. Which is solid advice if you can because that’s how publishing works. The rich get richer and the poor, well, you know the rest.

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*To this day, it gives me no small amount of petty glee to know that for a while, Phangs was so popular on Amazon it broke the top 100 bestsellers in paranormal romance without paying a single dime in ad revenue. People were pissed. That’s like paying for one of the best seats in the house only to have some gremlin saw the floor out from under you Bugs Bunny style.

#just indie author things #sorry for the rant #but just *what*

[starsh1neee]

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞| Suna Rintarō

fuckboy suna rintarō x f!reader

+ content warning / MDNI use of pet names ( baby, whore, traitor, slut, prettiest girl), smut, teasing, nipple play, dirty talk etc, girl code, friends w benefits, toxic mindset, victim alike, reader is petty asf.

you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend.

you would never thought once you would break girl code for any of your friends. You were the most loyal friend anyone could ever have or so you thought. It all started when you and your best friend Aiko got accepted in the same college.

you’ve been eyeing this guy in one of your lecture, who is a volleyball player. His name was Suna rintarō and he played for Inarizaki in his high school year.

Only just to find out your best friend aiko was dating him, they’ve been talking for a month. When you found out, you felt somewhat hurt but it didn’t really matter to you because it was just a small crush.

One day, you both were assigned for a partner project. You’ve guys made eye contact a couple of times and you thought he was really attractive, but you had no intention getting with him before you found out him and your best friend were a thing. Just do this project for the credits and get it over with.

when you guys were assigned to work together, you told him to meet you at library that anyone from school barley goes to.

You both met up and sat down. The whole time, you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at this guy in the eye, you’ve heard some rumors about him. Some people say he’s a sex goddess in bed or he knows what he’s doing, so you tried to not be one of his victims.

you sighed, you realized you can’t get extra credit if you don’t tell him your ideas and communicate with each other. So you built up the courage and took a look at him, he was passed out on the table with his head down.

You were disappointed, but not shocked because he is a popular guy.

this is just a one time project, wake him up so you can get points to get the hell out of here. You thought to yourself.

you got up and shrugged him gently, he turned to look at you. You guys made eye contact and you got lost staring at his eyes for one minute.

“you need something?” You stop staring at his eyes and brought yourself back to reality.

“can you do your part of the work please? I’m not trying to do all the work by myself.”

suna looked at you, like your words didn’t mean nothing. “yeah I will, when I feel like it.”

you sighed, well it was at least worth a try.

“well then, I’m gonna get going because if we’re just gonna do our work different timing and not communicate together then we might as well just text each other if we need questions.”

You started to pack your stuff. Before you zipped your bag up, you needed to pack one more thing before you could go back to your dorm to do the rest of your homework. Which was your AirPods, you put one of your hand on the table to see where you left it, but it was gone.

You looked around your table, then looked at suna just to see him playing with your airpods. You rolled your eyes, you went up to him and put your hand in front of his face. “may I please have my airpods back?” you looked at him and he could tell you were not having it.

“why leaving so soon?” He continued playing with your airpods.

“because I have plans suna, please give it back.”

he looked at you, “you’ll get it back, but I want something in return.”

you scoffed, “why would you want something in return that’s mine?”

“woah there, someone is in a bad mood.” he teased.

“yeah because you won’t do your work and you won’t give something of mine back?” You clapped back at him politely.

“just do one thing for me and you’ll get them back okay?”

you took a deep breath, “fine what is it so badly what you want.”

“what’s the question to number 12 for the homework?”

you rolled your eyes at him, “why are you asking answers now? you had all this time but you used it sleeping.”

“yeah cause I didn’t get any sleep, plus I’m a volleyball player and I have a very annoying, clingy girlfriend.”

clingy? Annoying? Your best friend? Annoying and clingy?

“I’m sorry, did you just called my best friend annoying and clingy?” You gave him a look out of disgust.

“do I need to explain?”

To be honest, you couldn’t really blame him. Aiko was too pushy sometimes and always push you out of your comfort zone. Sometimes she was rude to her parents because she always didn’t get what she wants plus she is pretty rich and spoiled, but you didn’t bother to but in because she was a good friend to you.

“Then why are you with her?” You asked him with a curious look on your face

“cause I thought she was my dream girl but I guess that changed in a month.”

you couldn’t believe this guy, but the annoying part was you felt relief. You felt like an asshole for feeling like that but you did like him first.

you sighed, you checked the time on your phone. It was Aiko who was spamming you to pick her up some coffee on the way home and her sending you puppy eye emojis. You just smiled a bit, but while you smiled it made suna curious on what made smile so much.

he kept his cool, for now.

“sorry suna I have to get going, if you have any questions just text me.” Before he could respond, you just left with no hesitation.

After you left, you picked up some coffee for Aiko. On the way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact how suna called your best friend clingy and annoying. It just bothered you, not because he said that.

because it satisfied your worries.

You got to your apartment and unlocked the door. You took your shoes off and yelled “I’m home.”

“Welcome back y/n!! How was studying with my future husband?”

You cringed that she called suna her future husband, they’ve been dating for at least 4 weeks now.

“pain in the ass to be honest, he didn’t do anything but, slept the whole time.” Your friend just chuckled

“That sounds like him.” She had a smile, but it was those kind of smiles where you could tell when someone actually cares about someone.

you felt guilty that you were relief he even called her annoying and clingy because she actually cared about him. She treated him better unlike you could.

“Hey, rin is gonna come over tomorrow and we’re gonna binge movies. Wanna join us?”

You hesitated, cause you knew you would be hurt seeing them being all lovey doves together, but something in you just really wanted to see him again.

“um I’ll think about it, I might have to take care of my brothers dog tomorrow.”

“oh come onn, your always taking care of your brother dog. At this point he’s your dog, you might as well bring him here.”

“Aiko…”

“Come on y/n!! Please it’ll be such a good experience and nice bonding time for all of us!! Plus you can sit in the same couch as us, just bring his dog over here please? You’ve done it once before, you could do it again.” Aiko had those puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t resist but like always you ended up said yes.

It was the next day, but you couldn’t somewhat help feeling so nervous. You thought about dressing up cute for suna, your best friend boyfriend.

stop, knock out of it y/n. He’s your best friend boyfriend just put some sweats and a hoodie on. You put your grey sweats and a large hoodie on.

You walked out of your room, getting your keys about to pick up your brothers dog for the night. “Where are you going? Suna is gonna be here any moment now?”

“I have to get my brother dog, I’ll be back just start the movie without me.” You said that quickly and dipped. You arrived at your brother’s apartment and saw your brother’s golden retriever dog. He jumped onto you and you decided to go to the park and play fetch with him before going back home, before you feel trapped.

After playing, running, throwing for what seems like 24 hours even though it’s been 2. You’ve decided to go back home and face your least favorite part of the day just to get it over with.

Once you arrived at the place, you opened the door and yelled your home. The dog went inside, but waited for you to take you shoes off. You went to the living room to seem them cuddling, on the outside you seemed like you didn’t care and it was normal to you, but the inside you just wanted to scream really loud.

D/n walked up to Aiko and suna to get some attention before coming back to you.

“Awe look at d/n, he’s gotten so big now.” Aiko said adoring him.

“hey y/n.” Suna greeted you with a smile, “hi” you dryly responded back.

Aiko went on and on how you took so long and missed the first two movies which was really good, but you didn’t care because your just glad you let all the worried thoughts out at the park.

You just played with d/n on the floor, giving him belly rubs so you could kill some time.

But, the universe had other plans and decided no. The dog literally passed out within 20 minutes. Couldn’t blame him, he was running all day. You guys were watching some Pixar movie when all of a sudden Aiko asked something you hope she wouldn’t asked.

“Y/n, come lay on the couch with us!! “Cuddle” with us y/n!!” Your friend jokingly laughed

You see, it’s not a problem about you sitting on the same couch as them. It’s that you would have to share and sit right next to suna.

“It’s okay, I’ll just lay with d/n on the floor. I don’t mind it.” You gave a fake smile.

“Stop being such a wuss and come up here, but go change into shorts because it’s so hot in here and your wearing a full body suit of winter clothes during the summer.” She teased

that kinda pissed you off a bit, but you nodded and went to your room to change. You just rushed and grabbed the closet pair of shorts you could find, short or not. You didn’t care, you were in the mood for her annoying bullshit right now.

Damn he was not kidding when suna said she was annoying, usually she not this pushy but when she’s with suna she’s like a bug who won’t leave you alone.

deep inside, you knew it wasn’t her that was the problem. It was you, because you wish you were her in suna arms right now. You needed it most, and you felt ashamed admitting that.

You went downstairs to the living room, you sat where the extra place on the couch was. Right next to suna, you felt nervous and tried your best to stay away from him.

“Y/n, are you cold? Do you need some blanket?” Suna asked looking at you.

“I’m fine, I can just grab my own if I need one don’t worry.” You said with a little harsh tone.

Suna couldn’t help, but smile.

“y/n, you can have some and share with us. We don’t mind.” Aiko had a worried look on her face. It was making you more irritated, suna put some blanket over you and you guys continued watching the movie.

During the movie, you could tell suna giving you some glances. You didn’t look back because you wanted nothing to do with him.

Aiko all of a sudden paused the movie, “I have to use the bathroom plus do my skincare. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” She giggled getting up and going upstairs to the bathroom.

You just sighed and grabbed your phone to avoid looking at suna.

You were scrolling on instagram then all of a sudden you heard a raspy voice speaking. “Why are you avoiding me?” You looked up and see suna staring at you.

“cause I’m loyal?”

“But that shouldn’t give you the fact to ignore me, you didn’t even look at my eyes begging you to help me.”

You were confused, “what do you mean by helping you?”

“I have a dead arm now because you didn’t “save” me.” You couldn’t believe this guy, he’s such an asshole.

“suna, just please respect your girlfriend.”

“I know your jealous.” You blushed because shit he’s right. “Me? Why would I be jealous of my best friend and her boyfriend cuddling?”

“why otherwise are you avoiding me?”

You just sighed while turning off your phone and looked at him.

“cause I just don’t feel like talking to anyone?” It was awkward and quiet for another three minutes

“can I lay into your arms? Before she comes back?”

“I don’t know..” you hesitated

“please? I’ve been waiting all to do this all day.”

“don’t you have a girlfriend? Just ask her instead?” You gave him a look that made you nervous

“yeah, but I want it to be you instead.”

no y/n, that is your best friends boyfriend. There’s a ton of other guys in the world who would kill to be with you. Plus suna is literally just a playb-

fuck it, you opened your arms as a sign to welcome him in.

He gave no hesitation to crawl into your arms, and he put his head into your neck. You were finally satisfied with your touch starving problem you’ve been having since you arrived here. You played with his hair a bit and he was getting really comfortable.

“Your arms feel better.” You could tell he was saying the truth, because when he said that he let a deep breath out.

You knew Aiko was still upstairs, you could hear the music and sink running.

“I don’t want to let you go.” You admit with no shame.

he looked at you and you just looked away. You cringed the fact you said that, then all of a sudden you snapped back into reality and slowly started to let go of him, but he stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and said “I don’t wanna leave you either.”

You guys held each other for another five minutes, one of guilt and one who felt free. Then all of a sudden suna got up again and he put his forehead onto you.

“can I do something for you?” He looked at you and you nodded.

He went to your ear and whispered, “can I make you feel good before she comes back? please I need this.”

You blushed and looked at him, “what if she caught us?”

“she won’t, if your not so loud.” He teased.

“Do you trust me?” He slowly move your shorts aside and started to rub your clit in circles through your underwear teasing you.

you nodded trying not to moan or make any sound so instead you leaned in for a kiss.

you guys have a slow passionate kiss, you guys made out while he was rubbing your clit.

You were moving a lot and gripping onto his shoulder, trying to hold your moans.

He apart his mouth from yours, “are you gonna come?” He whispered in your ear.

you couldn’t respond, but he started to rub your clit faster.

When you masterbate, you only finger yourself. You’ve never found the “right” place to make yourself cum on your clit.

And some what surprise, suna found that spot.

“suna..” you whispered in his ear.

“call me rin when it’s just us two.”

“rin..I’m close..I can’t hold my moans in if you keep doing that.” You whimpered quietly. “moan in my ear baby, your moans are so cute.”

And that’s what you did, you started to moan in his ear. It felt good, then all of a sudden you both heard the sink turn off, but suna was determined to make you cum.

he started to rub even faster, you gasped on how fast he was rubbing your clit.

soon you started hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, “rin..I’m gonna cum.”

“cum for me baby, hurry.”

after a couple more seconds you came and you both quickly got off each other. Suna licked his fingers with the ones he rubbed your clit with.

You guys both went back to your original places and you grabbed your phone and acted like you were on it this whole time.

“hi guys” Aiko said yawning

“hi baby, come here.” Aiko sat down and put herself all over suna.

you couldn’t even look at them after what you and suna did. Also because suna called her baby after he just called you that.

“do you guys wanna continue the movie?” Aiko looked at the both of you

“nah you guys can continue, I’ll just take me and d/n upstairs. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“really? It’s only 10:30?” Aiko looked at you like you were some crazy lady.

“yes because I actually have to do stuff tomorrow, Night guys.” You got up and went to the sleepy golden retriever on the floor to wake him up.

“night y/n!!” Aiko said and you just smiled.

The dog woke up, right before you and the dog were gonna go upstairs into your room you heard “bye y/n, see you at school.” you stopped for a second after hearing suna’s voice.

he was definitely fucking with you, you just looked and gave him a small smile and went upstairs.

For the rest of the night you could barley sleep, but you fell asleep eventually.

it was two days later since the incident with you and suna on the couch. You come home one day and you see Aiko pissed on the couch, the same one suna pleasured you on.

you asked her what’s wrong and she told you her and suna are taking a break because he wasn’t putting effort into the relationship. Plus he was so dry with her and eve more dry in person, so she decided to take a break with him because she still wanted him.

You just decided to comfort her, but something in you was pushing you to do something you shouldn’t do.

You told her you were gonna sleepover at a friends house for the night, she was okay with it and wished you to be safe. You packed your clothes just in case and drove off, you parked into a 24 open grocery store and called suna.

You were nervous while it was ringing but he picked up within a second.

“hello? Y/n?”

“su-“

“rin.”

you sighed

“Rin, are you home right now?”

“yes? why?”

“Aiko told me you guys were taking a break, I was wondering if I could come…over for a bit and then leave.”

“sure, just stay for the night. I’ll give you my address.”

you agreed and ended the call.

He texted you his address and you drove 15 minutes for him. Once you arrived, you took a deep breath and got out of your car. You grabbed your bag and went to the front door.

you knocked on it and he opened the door. He opened it fast, it was like he’s been standing there waiting for you to come. You quickly walked in, and he grabbed you in for a hug.

“rin..”

“don’t move for a minute, please.”

His voice sounded like he’s been wanting this for a while.

while you were in his arms, there’s something you’ve been needing to ask him for a while.

“rin..I have something to ask you.” You apart from his arms and look up at him.

“what is it?” he asked you, being prepared for whatever is gonna be ask

“if you were just gonna be like this with me, then why did you even get with Aiko? And what am I to you? A option..? Because if so I just want this to be a one time thing, and we can go our own ways after this, but please just be honest with me. No matter how harsh.” You’ve been questioning this for awhile.

“I’ve always liked you, I only used Aiko just to get closer with you. I know that sounds fucked up, but you seem so private with your life. I didn’t know how to interact with you, so I got with Aiko. I swear to you, all we did is kiss. Nothing else and I’m willing to break up with her just to get with you.”

“Rin..I appreciate that. Really I do, but Aiko is my best friend and I wouldn’t wanna hurt her like this. I would never thought I do this to my friends, but there’s something about you that’s so different i did. As much I want to be with you everyday, I’m just scared and don’t think I can’t.”

“then let’s date secretly. I can still date Aiko but, not be as touchy with her. I know that sounds wrong, but I don’t wanna hurt you because I like you a lot y/n.”

“rin, I couldn’t do that to Aiko because it make it worse for her, for us. Plus I don’t wanna be secret, I wanna go places with you knowing we don’t have to run away and do it in private. If we have dates I don’t want our only dates just to hangout at your house..” you gently grabbed his tshirt and he just pulled you in for a hug.

“You might hate me for this, but I think we should just tell her. Tell her the truth in front of her now then her finding out later. I know it’s not normal for girls to choose guys over friend, but your the only girl in my eyes.”

you had to pause and think for a moment. Was it really worth it? Yes you liked him first, but would you rather choose a relationship that probably wouldn’t workout over a friendship you loved for almost 7 years.

“Suna, I don’t know. Maybe we can just do this for tonight, but after tonight let’s act like this never happened.”

“since when did you start calling me suna? it’s rin for you?” He let go of you while still holding onto you.

“It’s not my place to call you by your first name, that’s Aiko’s place not mine. I just wish you went to me first and not her.”

He just laughed at you.

“so what? Your just gonna give up like that? Y/n, when we were having that movie night I literally saw you suffering into jealousy watching me cuddle Aiko. Shit, I even wish it was you instead of her. Your just gonna cut this off and keep suffering while watching us being all lovey dovey?”

damn he’s such an asshole, no wonder why him and Aiko are on a break jeez.

“Suna, it’s not gonna matter to me anymore. As long I move on and just accept it, I’ll be okay. Plus, I’m planning on moving out to live on my own anyway and I got accepted to a different university.”

Suna eyes widen when you said that, moving? Your leaving him? Usually he doesn’t care, but when you said that something in him just hurt.

He doesn’t want you to go, he doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay and be with him. Fuck Aiko, fuck her, he doesn’t even like her, he actually thinks she’s fucking annoying. “Because” of her, she’s messing up the opportunity with you.

he was just silent and quiet for a while, “rin…I’ll stay with you just for tonight and you can do anything with me. Hold me, kiss me, anything.”

he just looked at you, you can see the hurt in his green eyes. “Rin, fine. If you can change my mind for tonight I’ll consider staying with you and we can both tell Aiko how we feel together, but I’m still accepting that university and moving out.”

“does she know about that?”

“Of me moving?” He nodded when you asked him that question.

“yes I told her this morning, she was okay with it.”

“What university?”

the university was somewhere in Tokyo Japan, it was way far from where you guys lived.

“what if I go with you, and let’s move in together. I’ll break up with her and you can just ghost Aiko or lose interest.”

That was a good idea, but she always text you 24/7. Whatever, you were willing to sacrifice it.

But first, you wanted to see how he was gonna do tonight with you.

“I’ll be fine with anything, but it depends what you do to make it up to me for the rest of the night.”

he chuckled, he looked at your outfit. You were just wearing a black tube top and blue Jean shorts. He grabbed your waist and kissed you on the lips.

You kissed him back, you both didn’t let go of each other. He stopped and grabbed your hand to lead you where his room was. Once you guys got in his room and he closed the door, he just pushed you on the bed.

It was gentle though, he got on top of you and you guys continue from where you left off.

he pushed your tube tank down to reveal your chest bare. He grabbed your tit and pinched your nipple. You gave out a small moan, “rin..” he started to lick your tit while massaging the other one.

“so beautiful Princess.” You could feel his warm breath on your tit.

“Tonight, let me treat you good okay baby?” You nodded and he went down between your thighs.

He slowly unzipped your short jeans, he was slowly taking everything off you in a way to tease you. He took your shorts off and saw your panties.

He rubbed your clit through your panties slowly, he was rubbing in circles in a slow motion.

“oh my god..” You quietly moaned.

“your so wet, this pussy has been waiting for me all day for me huh?” He started to take off your panties to reveal your full pussy.

“rin..touch me..please.”

“not so fast Princess, I gotta convince you to be with me.”

you whined quietly because of how inpatient you were. Soon enough, suna started to give your clit and single lick. You tried to hold in your moans because your body felt like someone else was in the house.

suna started to slowly make out with your clit, he was doing it on a slow pace. Which made you go insane, he noticed you were holding in some of your moans and only letting the quiet ones out.

“let it all out, no one is here and if so screw it. I’ll show them who’s mine for the night.” He started to continue eating you out.

suna started to eat you out faster, desperately wanting to hear those pretty moans of yours.

damn they were not kidding when they said suna was a fucking sex goddess. It’s like he knew where the right places were to pleasure you, out of all of your one night stands and relationships. You’ve only had bad sex, it wasn’t as good because the guys you were with was clueless.

They didn’t know all your good spots and didn’t know the right pace to build up to your orgasm. Suna though, whoever taught him, taught him good. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was like all those sexual cravings you wanted from your past relationships were granted.

soon enough, suna started to pick up the pace and eat you out faster.

Fuck it, you let out a real moan. Suna got hard hearing your moan. Yes he had sex with other girls, but their moans wasn’t as pretty or turned him on like yours. Your moans made him want to be inside you even more.

Suna starts to lick everything, he was doing it so good you were so close to cum.

“rin…I’m gonna cum..”

but as soon you said that, he stopped. You looked at him like he was crazy and a maniac. “why did you stop..I was so close.” You whined

he just chucked, “patience baby, plus I’m gonna prove to you that I can make you stay and once I do this pussy will be all mine and only mine.”

he got up to position himself right on top front of you, “you’re so beautiful.” While kissing your neck and slowly developing a hickey.

“rin..can the hickeys wait?” You tried to push him off, but he was too strong.

“no, I’m showing everyone who you belong to.”

You couldn’t hold it in and need him in you more then ever.

“Rin, I need you in me. Please, I’m ready.” You begged and he just smiled at you.

“you think your ready pretty baby?” You nodded, he could tell you were begging for his cock.

He put his under cock against your cunt teasing it. He starte to play with your nipples, both felt like hell. This was happening till you begged him to fuck you and you kept squirming.

Suna grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it and positioning it to your entrance before sliding it in. You were trying to adjust to his size, he was so big.

You guys both took a deep breath. Then soon enough suna starts moving slowly, you were squeezing him tight. You were squeezing like crazy, “so fucking tight.” He groaned.

“go faster, please rin? I need you so bad.”

you see, the thing is suna would abusive the fuck out of that pretty cunt of yours except he wanted to hear you say you’ll stay with him after this. He was desperate for you and determined to make you live with him.

“y/n say it.” You looked at him with a confused look, “what do you f-fuck..mean?”

“say you’ll stay with me for the rest of your life, be mine. please y/n?”

you thought about it and you decided yes. You were gonna stay with him because you loved him a lot.

“yes rintarō, I’ll be yours even after all of this.” He smiled, he started to move his hips a little faster.

you were a moaning mess as he pound into you like it’s the end of the world.

“fuck y/n..keep squeezing me, mm so fucking right.” He held your hand as he pounds into you.

Suna then went more forward and changed his hips position, he started to thrust you into a faster pace. You were losing it.

“r-rin- ah! I’m so close.” You moaned loudly while feeling the pleasure he was giving you.

“fuck, cum with me baby please. cum with me.” He whimpered in your ear which made you even more wet.

“rin, cum inside me please. Breed me, fill me up please I want your cum.” You moaned

how could he pass up an offer like that?

soon enough, you guys both came at the same time. Suna cum filled you up like crazy, he pulled out and grabbed the towel near his night lamp.

He cleaned you up and soon enough jump onto you.

“Y/n, I love you.”

you looked at him and kissed him on the forehead while you play with his hair.

“I love you too rin.”

#haikyū!! #haikyu smut #smut #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna fluff #suna smut #suna smau #suna rintarou #suna x y/n #suna rintarō #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #alternative #japan #anime

[book-place]

Arts and Crafts Disaster

Warnings: blood, papers cuts, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

Request: hello :))) I have a request!! Can you do a castiel x child reader where castiel has to babysit child reader again, but child reader somehow injured themself and dean and sam come back from a hunt to a crying child reader and a panicky cas? thanks!! love your stories btw<33

Request by: @homowholikespace

*not my gif*

Summary: Cas is back to babysit again

A/N: There’s some references to a past work of mine —> Of Cats and Angels; Also, yes paper cuts do hurt that much. No, it’s not dramatic

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Cassie!” You cheered as soon as the angel landed in the bunker's library, hurrying over and wrapping your arms tightly around his leg in a hug.

“Hello, Y/n.” He greeted, patting the top of your head fondly.

“Thanks again for watching her, Cas.” Dean spoke up, striding into the room as he slung a duffel bag containing all he would need for the upcoming hunt over his shoulder.

“It is no problem.” He answered the eldest Winchester honestly, nodding along as you already began babbling to him about one thing or another.

Dean gave him a smile, clapping him on the back before trailing after Sam, who had walked up the stairs and out into the garage moments ago.

The two of them were going out on a hunt a couple miles away, so they called up their angel friend to babysit you once more. Considering the last time had been a success, save for the newfound kitten that now roamed the halls of the bunker.

“Say ‘hi’ to Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Cassie!” You demanded, presenting the cat up to him as soon as your brother disappeared.

“Hello, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens.” He echoed, reaching out a finger and gently scratching the small thing behind its ear.

You grinned up at him, satisfied, and set the cat free on the ground, “What are we gonna do today?” You asked eagerly.

From the look on your face, he could tell you were hoping that today would end with you gaining a new pet again. But he couldn’t let that happen, he doubted your brothers would let it slide again. It was pure luck he got away unscathed after they found out about Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens last time.

“How about some arts and crafts?” Castiel suggested.

After the last time, he had done some research on what children liked to do, and this was one of the top results he had found.

You squealed, nodding up and down happily before skipping off to go get some art supplies Sam had left in a nearby closet for you and returned with a box filled to the brim with different papers, colored pencils, markers, and crayons.

You happily dumped them on a table and you and Cas set to work, a determined silence falling over the two of you like a blanket.

Working side by side, you each were laser focused on your own projects at hand, Castiel trying to draw a rainbow with the perfect mix of colors, and you working hard to draw a family picture of you and your brothers- featuring Castiel and Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, of course.

This went on for hours. Every time one of you finished your drawings, you wouldn’t find it satisfying enough, and would crumble it into a ball, toss it into a nearby wastebasket, and start over. There was definitely something admirable about both of your determination to get your pieces of art just right.

Finally, a wide grin broke out onto your face as you stared down at your paper, “Cassie! Cassie, look! I did it-“ You whipped your paper into your hands all too quickly to try and show the angel your finished product. The material sliced across your finger in such a way that it began to bleed immediately. Paper cut.

Both of you stilled for all of a minute, until the pain stung harsh and fast and tears began to fill your eyes.

You began wailing right away, sticking out your wounded hand as if it was infected, and Cas’s panic quickly filled his silent void.

“Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly, “What can I-“

You just kept bawling though, the sting of the paper cut that dug deep fresh in your pain.

Poor Castiel had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he could reach over and easily heal you with a touch, but all logic seemed to fly out of his mind the second you began sobbing.

“Hey! We’re home!” As always, Dean and Sam burst in at just the wrong moment.

The second your cries reached their ears, they flew down the stairs in a blur of movement and panic, very similar to Castiels, not stopping until they were right in front of the two of you.

“What is it?” Dean panted instantly, “What’s wrong?”

With a wobbling lip, you held out your scarred finger to them, and they both let out simultaneous breaths of relief.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sam cooed, shoulders relaxing as he scooped you up into his arms, letting you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

He lead you off to get a bandaid and Dean whirled around to face Cas as soon as he was out of sight, “What the hell, man?” He demanded.

The angel shrugged helplessly, “Just a moment ago she started crying very loudly and I didn’t know-“

You and Sam entered back in the room, hand in hand, as you wiped your eyes and nose with the back of your sleeve, calming down significantly.

“Are you alright?” Cas immediately asked in concern.

You nodded shyly, focusing your eyes on the ground as you shuffled your feet up and down.

Sam smiled down at you softly, squeezing your hand gently in reassurance, “She’s alright, just got a bit freaked out, that’s all.”

You sniffled slightly, gently letting go of Sam’s hand and walking back over to the table, lifting up your drawing- very carefully this time- to show the three men your hard work.

“Wow, great job, kiddo.” Dean praised instantly, reaching over and ruffling your hair, emitting giggles from you.

Sam grinned, studying the drawing of himself, “The hair is spot on.” He remarked.

“It looks wonderful, Y/n.” Castiel told you honestly.

All four of you were standing in a line in the picture, holding hands and wearing bright smiles, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens of course hanging a couple inches above all of you in the air, doing so with the powers you were convinced he had and just never used when you were all around.

Idjits 👟- @ineedmorefanfics2 @roseblue373 @popfishjr

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader platonic #dean winchester #castiel x reader #castiel #sam winchester x sister reader #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader platonic #sam winchester x reader #spn x reader #castiel x reader platonic #child reader #sister reader

[tragedy-of-commons]

when somebody needs you (+ baklava)

kaveh & gn!reader | wc: ~1.5k

In a much-needed moment of respite, you and Kaveh both learn not to give so much in the pursuit of others' happiness.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, mild angst, written platonically but can be interpreted as romantic, description of disassociation (reader), and nail-picking (kaveh)

notes: n/a

A voice calls your name, dangerously soft.

You want to snap out of the stupor you’re stuck in, but white noise rings in your ears. It threatens to drown out the singsong of daily life as the seconds tick by. Maybe you didn’t even hear it at all, because the sunlight feels fake upon your skin, and the line between reality and the pit of your mind blurs further.

Your name again, louder. Ah, well, no excuse now - do something.

“Hm?” you hum. A small part of you realizes that you’ve been staring at the same market stall for at least an hour, but it’s easier to remain transfixed on an inconsequential target than your own thoughts.

“I asked if you’re alright,” they place a hand on your shoulder and squeeze. “Ahem, that brute stole my ke–uh, something important of mine again. I was heading back here to kill time, but you’re still in the same spot as when I first saw you.”

Kaveh. His hand is on your shoulder, and you can picture his brow furrowed in concern that you don’t deserve. You take a deep breath.

“Yes. I’m alright.” You don’t dare face him.

The silence that follows your lie is comforting. However, the architect must not agree. Kaveh finds his words after a too-long pause. “..In that case, could I sit with you? It’s beautiful out today.”

You nod mechanically, and a blur of blond and white settles in your peripherals.

“You know,” he starts, and you strain to hear him. “I haven’t seen you around much lately. If there’s something you want to talk about, I can listen. We could get lunch,” he offers kindly.

You wrench your head to the side to take a good look at your friend. He’s breathtaking, and it’s almost criminal that he doesn’t realize it. He’s looking at you with his bleeding heart on display, and you know that he knows. He must, right?

“With what mora?” you joke. Kaveh lights up like he just won the lottery when you bloom at his behest. “Why, Alhaitham’s, of course.”

That’s right; he’s more inclined to let go of his pride when you’re around. One usually can’t waterboard his living situation or reliance upon his roommate out of him. It’s not that he’s arrogant, you think, but that he has to shed his Light of Kshahrewar persona - and you’re grateful for the privilege. He certainly deserves a reprieve, even if it’s better spent with someone else.

“And that wouldn’t be too much trouble?” “Nonsense, don’t be silly. I could also use your opinion on some of my revisions,” his bravado softens. “I’d love your company.” 

He’d love your company. It’s dangerous for him to say things like that - sweet conjectures that haul you to your feet and make you agree to spend the afternoon with him. 

Walking down Treasures Street with Kaveh is a familiar activity, sure, but this time he’s merciful enough not to comment on your sluggish movements or lackluster replies, when you’re usually matching his intellectual wit head-on. Another thing you owe him.

“Something sweet is a must,” he mutters, holding the door of Puspa Café open for you. “What do you think? Baklava?”

On second thought, maybe you’ll save your debilitating guilt for after dessert.

When Kaveh’s teeth are sufficiently sticky, there still has been no heart-to-heart therapeutic conversation. Something awful gnaws at him when you stare blankly down at your portion. So, he talks at you like you’re a client, even if it feels wrong. You’re his friend, someone who has seen him at his worst - and he finds himself lacking the right words to get you to open up. As he rambles about his recent projects, his work on Mehrak, and the trips he’s taken to the desert, he’s reminded of how little you’ve talked about yourself period.

He can preach about tact to his roommate all he likes, but this is a contender for one of his more humbling experiences. How many times have you wanted to leave early before this, but you were too wonderful to say anything? How many hours of your life has he wasted by making everything all about him? 

Inviting you here was supposed to be an attempt at listening to you for once, and he– You snap in front of his face. “Hey. You’re not making any sense.” “Oh! Sorry, I must have gotten caught up in my thoughts,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I know the feeling. Also,” you rap against the table near his lounging hand, one of his restless index fingers picking at the adjacent thumb’s cuticle. “You’re messing with your nails again. Something on your mind?” His heart is about to overflow whether he likes it or not. “I want to help.” You blink twice, eyes now glossy. Since when did you perk up? “You are helping.” “I’ve been rambling this whole time–” “–And I’ve been listening,” You cross your arms over your chest matter-of-factly, now chuckling. “Clearly you haven’t, because in the latter half of that spiel, you started reciting shitty poetry instead of whatever filler you had prepped.” The soft expression he wore morphs into abject horror. “I did not.” You’re grinning evilly, and it’s beautiful. Oh Archons, he did. However, had he known making a fool of himself frees you of your pain that you guard sacred, he would have screamed purple prose from the rooftops like a madman at the earliest opportunity. “That aside, what I’m trying to say is.. you are helping, Kaveh. Dragging me here, away from all the noise, and keeping me company means a lot.” The mist haunting your visage has been warded off, accidental soliloquy aside. “I’m sorry for not being upfront about my situation.” “I know the feeling,” he parrots. The scope of his empathy extends to everyone, himself be damned, but it shouldn’t have taken this long to realize what’s been festering in plain sight. “No apologies. Please allow me to lend an ear, even if I’ve been difficult about it myself. I insist.”

A sip of cold, neglected coffee can’t taste too good. You tough it out and then nod stiffly. Details emerge cautiously, muddled by hesitancy and exhaustion, but he listens with rapt attention. Kaveh feels closer than a seat away from you, backing you with all the support he can muster - and when you choke up in front of him for the first time, he swears that he’ll make sure you feel safe enough to do so more often, starting with Baklava pick-me-ups every week.

Regrettably, the world moves on. Tabs are settled, the tear tracks on your cheeks dry, and the sun begins to set, casting the district in a citrinous orange. Though your mind is clearer than it has been in days, there’s still a niggling urgency as you walk your friend back to his Not-Home.

You’re not alright. You’re not alright, and Kaveh knows more than you ever planned to tell him, but at least there’s comfort in the fact that he’s the exact same way. He never planned to tell you about his mother, or the monumental regrets he’d do anything to put to bed. When he let you in, you should have made yourself at home also. Now there is no idle chatter. You pick up the torch. “I like when you talk. Just because you felt like it wasn’t helping me is no reason to go all quiet on me now,” you nudge him with your elbow. Carmine eyes narrow in suspicion. “B-But I literally ‘recited shitty poetry’ when I was–” “Oh, about that..” Kaveh’s strides stretch wider, his many accessories bouncing in pursuit of a space safe from your teasing. A playful scoff. “..I’m never living that down, am I?” “If you don’t want your experimental free verse plastered on the nearest message board, I’ll be expecting a bribe prepared by next Wednesday.” You think the architect is endeared enough by your noticeable uplift in spirit to let it slide. You love him very much, and he must love you too. “Extortion is a serious crime,” he slows down, taking it like a champ. “But it’s a deal. We could meet again then, same spot? I’ll have ample time in the late afternoon.” It hurts to swallow. “Yeah. We could.. talk.” His head eagerly swivels towards you, one hair clip almost dislodging. There’s no missing the glimmer of hope present in each almost imperceptible warp of his features. Alhaitham’s house looms in the distance. “About what’s on your mind?” he hopes. “Yes,” you make yourself say it. “And yours too. Then the revisions you’ve agonized over the last two months.” Kaveh releases the breath he was holding, unabashed in his smiling now. “It’s a promise then.” Such a promise with your best friend is something you’ll try to stop feeling guilty about. As you watch him break from your side onto the porch of his temporary residence (and pound on the door irately), you believe that it will get easier. After all, who else will buy you dessert?

#✧ my works #—stellaronhvnters. #kaveh x reader #platonic kaveh x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #platonic genshin x reader #kaveh x gn!reader #platonic genshin impact x reader

[justtwotired]

Im Vic, Can i please get something with colby? The reader would be a ex gf who runs into him when sam and him are recording a video and he asks if they could meet up after they are done recording. She says yes and sam goes back to the hotel leaving them alone maybe there are some sparks still there.

Hi! Yes, definitely! I’m sorry I posted like more then a month after your request, I’ve just been really busy with school and other writing projects of mine, but thank you so much for the req<3

I laughed as Amelia made a joke about our experience a few hours ago in the haunted house we work at. I was packing my bag to go home while she was staying to give a tour of the house to some guests who where going to check it out and come back the next night.

“Hey, unheard your tour is being recorded for YouTube,” I commented and she smiled a bit giddy. “It is! I really can’t wait, this is actually so exciting, does my hair look alright?” She asked and I laughed.

“You look amazing, don’t worry,” I reassured and she winked at me in a flirtatious way, making me blow her a kiss. “We are such girlfriends,” she joked and I shook my head with a small laugh.

“Hey, wasn’t one of your ex boyfriends a YouTuber who recorded in haunted places?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, he still is, I didn’t really speak with him anymore… sometimes I wish I still did,” I admitted making her wiggle her eyebrows at me. “Oh don’t look at me like that, it’ll never happen, I know it,” I sighed and she gave me a reassuring smile.

“It’ll be fine hun, if nothing works out you can always marry me,” she said and I gave her a look. “I’m sure your husband would love that,” I said and she waved me off.

“I’d dump him for you,” she said and I snorted, going to hit her arm but she quickly dodged and stuck out her tongue at me.

“What’s the name of the YouTubers coming here? I’ll look them up to see if they’re anything interesting,” I said, grabbing my phone.

“Oh, Sam and Colby,” she said and I paused, looking at her in surprise. “You’re joking right?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No, why?” She questioned and then her face hit with realisation. “Don’t tell me one of them is your ex,” she said and I nodded.

“Jup, Colby is my ex, and I think this is my cue to go before they arrive,” I said and she hid back a smile, making me glare at her.

Of course, as if the world hated me, we heard a car arrive outside, making me want to sink trough the ground right at that moment.

With a teasing grin, Amelia walked towards the front door and I followed her, not like I could escape now anyway, my car was parked outside.

When Amelia opened the door, I immediately noticed the two of them and seemingly two friends. Sam was holding a camera and filming himself and another guy, then he pointed the camera at me and Amelia making our way outside.

His eyes visibly widened at the sight of me and he instinctively pointed the camera at Colby who seemed to be rather shocked when he noticed me.

“Hi, Amelia,” she introduced herself, shaking Sam’s hand and then Colby’s, followed by the other two who where apparently called ‘Josh and Seth.’

“Hey,” Same greeted me with a smile and opened his arms, making me pull him into a hug. We had become great friends after me and Colby became a couple, but when he and I broke up, I stopped contacting Sam as it was kind of a unwritten rule.

“Hi, it’s been a while,” I said with a small grin. I shook both hands of Josh and Seth, introducing myself, before turning to Colby who seemed lost in how to greet me.

With a small smile I opened my arms to invite him for a hug which he excepted, holding me tightly and resting his chin on my head, just like old times.

“I didn’t know you two where coming,” I said, taking a step back. “We didn’t know you worked here,” Colby said and I chuckled.

“Isn’t it a small world?” Amelia said, making Sam point the camera at her.

“You’re our guide then, right?” He asked and she nodded. “That would be me,” she answered.

“Do tell us about yourself,” Colby said and she shot me a nervous glance, making me give her a thumbs up.

“Alright, I am Amelia Cooper, I’ve been working at the -haunted house name- for about three years now and I’ll be your guide this evening,” she said and I smiled at her approvingly.

“Great, and you can introduce yourself aswel,” Sam then pointed the camera at me, making me chuckle.

“Alright then,” I said, telling the camera my name. “I have been working here for- I think for almost a year now, and I won’t be your guide for this evening because I am actually leaving, but I’m going to be here tomorrow night to receive you for your night alone,” I explained.

“Alright, great, let’s go inside then,” Sam said and shut of the camera. “I didn’t hear that you moved,” Sam commented and looked at me.

“Oh, I didn’t really, I just live with Amelia trough the week but I mostly go bakc home around the weekend, so I kind of live her, but I kind of don’t,” I said making him chuckle.

“Alright, sorry if I’m being clueless, but you know each other, because…?” Seth pointed a finger at the three of us a bit confused.

“Oh, ex girlfriend,” I pointed at Colby, making both Josh and Seth nod in understanding. “But, you guys can go inside to start the tour, I’m heading home because I think the cat will kill me if I am to late with feeding him,” I said making Amelia let out a noice of offense.

“Was that a jab at my cat?” She asked giving me a scolding look, I stuck my tongue out, making her chuckle. “I’ll see you later,” she waved and gestured at the boys to follow her, making her way back inside.

I wanted to walk towards my car but was stopped when Colby laid his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him with a questioning look.

“Hey, Uhm, I wondered if you wanted to hang out later tonight?” He asked and I felt heat rise to my cheeks, because it is actually something I really hoped he’d ask but I was to afraid to do it myself.

“Yes, sure, sounds fun,” I said with a small smile. “I’ll text you my address, you may pick me up when you’re done with the tour, we can head to the fair that’s in town,” I said, knowing he loves those.

He gave me an excited grin. “I’ll be there,” he promised and then followed his friends inside.

Later that evening, I got a text from Colby saying he was on his way. Amelia was home already and she told me he and his friends were headed back to the hotel first before Colby would pick me up.

It made sense, as they only had one car at the moment.

After about 15 minutes, there were knocks on the door and I quickly shot up from the couch and opened the door, finding Colby looking at me with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asked and I nodded. “Of course I am,” I said and yelled a goodbye to Amelia before following Colby to his car.

“So, what have you been up to?” He asked as we were driving to the fair.

“Nothing much, just mostly working at the house,” I shrugged with a small smile. “I became interested in those kind of things because of you, you know,” I said, masking him give me a small smile back.

“I already hoped so,” he said, sending me a small wink, making me bite the inside of my lip, trying not to blush.

“And you?” I asked. “What have you been up to?” I liked at him while he kept his eyes on the road.

“Mostly just making video’s,” he admitted. “And of course a few party’s here and there,” he grinned slightly, making me chuckle.

“Yeah, I expected nothing less,” I gave him a look, making him give me a ‘guilty’ look back. It caused me to laugh and shake my head.

It was silent for a moment when we stopped laughing. It wasn’t really awkward, but not comfortable either.

“And uh,” he started. “Any new relationships?” He asked, a bit too curious if you ask me. Bit I couldn’t blame him, I’d been aching to ask him the same question after all.

“Oh, I dated about two guys between the time we broke up and now, but one was just a small fling and the other was a bit serious, but I eventually broke it off because he wasn’t really my type after all,” I admitted.

The guy I had been in a relationship with had been nice and all, but nothing like Colby, he was not what I was looking for and I had to break it off because it was unfair for him.

“What about you?” I asked, maybe a bit to intrigued, but what could I say, I really wanted to know if he had found better than me.

“Just a few flings really, nothing serious,” he admitted and looked at me. “Nothing like you,” he said, making me blush and smile rather proudly.

We eventually arrived at the fair and I immediately dragged him towards my favourite ride, making him laugh and tell me I was like a child, making me roll my eyes and whack his arm.

We stayed at the fair for multiple hours, and just like in the movies, he managed to win a huge teddy bear for me.

We eventually sat down somewhere to eat and I yawned as we sat at the table.

“Tired?” He asked with a chuckle and I nodded, combing a hand trough my hair. “I’ll bring you home, come on,” he stood up a reached out a hand, I took it and he pulled me up.

We threw away the paper cups and trays and headed towards the car.

He took my hand in his, making me look up at him with a smile, I’d missed how our hands fitted so perfectly together.

“Thank you, for tonight,” I said at the excit of the fair and he smiled at me. “I’m happy you wanted to come,” he answered.

“Can I be honest with you?” I asked and he nodded rather interested. “I really missed you,” I said, pursing my lips slightly.

“I missed you too,” he admitted with a low chuckle, I gave him a soft smile and looked into his eyes, I’d missed those eyes.

His eyes shot down to my lips for a second and I could feel excitement start to bubble in my stomach. I shot a longing glance at his own lips, making him grin at me.

He put up a hand and rested it on my cheek. “May I kiss you?” He whispered and I chuckled.

“Obviously,” I said, before standing on my toes and connecting our lips.

#sam and colby x reader #colby brock x reader #colby brock #sam and colby #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach

[uuyuomi]

IF ONLY TO SAY, YOU’RE MINE.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ━ ever since you and heizou started dating, you’ve never known him to be the jealous or possessive type. but it seems your closeness with a certain classmate has started to get to him. (or jealousy and kisses)

heizou x reader | w.c: 1.4k | tags: gn reader, est. relationship, high school setting, jealousy, intimate moments, fluff

lately, you’ve started to notice a slight shift in your precious boyfriend’s behavior. especially when it comes to your interactions with a fellow classmate.

recently, one of your teachers had assigned a group project to the class, and even at the mere mention of group work, everyone began to excitedly decide who they would choose to partner up with. however the teacher was quick to put an end to such excitement, announcing that she would personally be determining the groups for this particular project herself—much to everyone’s dismay.

long story short, you ended up not being placed in the same group as your boyfriend, heizou, but with another instead. of course, this kind of decision didn’t necessarily bother either of you.

after all, this wouldn’t be the first time you both had to work separately from each other. and while the first few moments of realization were a bit saddening, it all disappeared the moment you two met up for lunch or walked home together after school.

therefore you thought nothing of it and thus began to work with your groupmates on the project.

although it hadn’t been decided officially amongst your group members themselves, you naturally found yourself becoming the appointed leader for your group alongside another.

the only one who had continuously helped you with setting up expected due dates, handling group meetings outside of class, and delegating certain tasks to the other members.

from this continuous engagement, you would wound up spending the majority of your time with said classmate whom you gradually got to know more and more with each study session and hangout.

the two of you soon found out that you both surprisingly shared a lot of common interests with each other, making your shared time together to be quite amendable. in addition to that, you also found sharing your frustrations with them about the project itself or other concerns that were unrelated to school to come by fairly easy.

but in light of this newly formed friendship, came about the rise of something else in another individual close to you—heizou.

there was one occasion in which you’d been standing out in the hallway during break period, chatting away with your classmate about how much sleep you lost the night before because of that ridiculous project.

“i swear, i feel like i only got like three hours max...” you said, eyelids feeling heavy as a yawn escaped past your lips.

he laughed in response. “i told you before school ended that i could handle that part of the research so you could get some sleep. got no one to blame but yourself.”

“hey, how about instead of calling me out, you have some sympathy for me instead!” you retort, rolling your eyes and playfully jabbing him on the shoulder.

“ow! yea right, with how you're treating me now? i don’t think so.”

the two of you laugh in unison and you’re just about ready to throw another light punch his way.

but then, you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your torso, pulling you back against someone as you see a flash of burgundy colored hair from the corner of your eyes.

“heizou?”

he plants a small kiss on your temple, smiling towards you before resting his head on your shoulder. “yes, love?”

“oh do you two know each other?” your friend chimes in, waiting for you to answer his question but you're beaten to it.

“we’re dating.” heizou answers without delay, and you swear you could detect a tinge of possessiveness in his voice as he says that.

“oh so you’re heizou!” your classmate says with a smile, seemingly unfazed by heizou’s somewhat aloof demeanor. “it’s nice to finally meet you i’m–”

“no need for introductions. i know who you are.” heizou interjects, his eyes narrowing at the male in a way that feels as though he’s shooting daggers at him. though such an exchange goes unnoticed by you.

“now if you don’t mind, we actually have somewhere to be.”

without sparing another word, heizou grabs your hand, making sure to interlock his fingers with yours before dragging you away.

it all happened in switch swift movements that you didn’t have time to register what just happened. and before you knew it, you were back at your desk playing with heizou’s hair. something he had insistently asked you to do before break ended (you went with giving him small braids that day).

it didn’t take long for you to put two and two together to realize; he was jealous.

and that was just one of countless other instances that would occur in the following days.

each time towards the end of the week, when the teacher gave everyone time to gather with their groups and work on their projects, heizou became extra clingy and affectionate to you during breaks and lunch: hugging you for extended periods of times, showering you with more kisses than usual, and constantly calling to you by his designated pet names for you, “love” and “darling.”

or whenever heizou would catch you hanging around your new friend for more than five minutes, he’d swoop in from behind and instantly pull you away.

a few friends—after witnessing such a dilemma of lovers' jealousy unfold—suggested that perhaps if you tried ignoring him, he’d eventually give up and let you be.

so one day, you decided to test this theory out for yourself. but that quickly became a terrible mistake.

just as usual, you were out in the hallway, talking to your friend who fills you in on the finishing adjustments needed on a certain part of the project before turning it in.

as you expected, heizou soon showed up. this time though, you weren’t planning to give in.

even as you felt his arms wrap around you, and motion for you to go with him somewhere else, you didn’t bat an eye or budge one bit. seeing you purposefully ignore him made heizou frown, the jealousy now reaching it’s highest peak and the bitterness inside him growing every second.

tightening his hold on you, he pulled you closer to him. then like it was second nature to him, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling into the softness of your skin.

an affectionate gesture you knew all too well. he did this exact action many times when you two were alone together in the comfort of your home. it his favorite form of physical touch to do each time he pulled you into his embrace and cuddled you.

but holy shit was he seriously doing this right now? and at school of all places!?

you stiffened a bit at the sudden feeling of his warm breath fanning against your neck, causing goosebumps to appear all over. but you quickly brushed it off. continuing to talk as though nothing was happening.

again—terrible mistake.

if you weren’t going to acknowledge him, then he’ll simply make it so you have no choice but to do so.

heizou slowly leans in even closer to your neck, his lips brushing against the delicate skin. your scent was always so intoxicating to him, something he never intends to let go of.

only he was allowed to breath it in. only he was allowed to be this close to you and you to him. no one else.

he softly smiles against you as he notices the way your breath seems to hitch at the brief sensation, watching the way you struggle to formulate coherent sounding words. and then, without warning, he begins to pepper your neck with kisses. one, then two, and three.

safe to say that after the third one you were a blushing mess in front of your friend, who ended up awkwardly excusing himself.

meanwhile, heizou watched with a satisfied look on his face as the male quickly walked off, waiting until he disappeared around the corner to speak.

“i hope he keeps walking and never knows what it's like to have your attention on him ever again.”

cheeks still coated in a faint shade of red, you let out an exasperated sigh at his words. “honestly…the lengths you go to. i thought you said before you weren’t the jealous type?”

“i’m not the jealous type—but what’s mine is mine.”

end note: back again with another daily nightly dose of late night writing! ngl this is probably the most intimate(?) thing i’ve ever written for a character and probably the only time i’ll ever do it😭 (sorry yall my aro/ace ass struggles </3)

i was originally considering using scara for this post but idk man… something about heizou and neck kisses has me brain rotting hard 🧎‍♀️probably because he’s one of the few characters i can actually see doing that kind of affection for you? and mixed in with that voice of his!? oof…actually ascending rn

also the way this was suppose to be based around a scene from the anime show horimiya (specifically the jacket scene) BUT THEN I ENDED UP WRITING THIS?! by the end of it i was like🧍‍♀️well ig we’re doing this now. do i like it? ..sure. will i ever do it again? 10% chance :D

#[ ✎ᝰ ] :: mae’s writing #genshin impact #genshin writing #genshin oneshots #genshin x reader #genshin heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou #heizou oneshot #heizou fluff #heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou x gn reader #heizou shikanoin x reader

[its-time-to-write]

bored

Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been posting less. Life’s been busy and I’ve been tired. Here’s some angst. It’s very long.

bored

It’s not falling out of love if you still love him, right? It’s more…slipping away. You feel like you’re falling off a cliff, scrambling for a handhold and coming up empty.

You hate this part in a relationship. The slide away. The boredom that creeps in. It happened with your last relationship, too. His name was Joseph, and you were together a year and a half when he started pulling away from you. It was little things at first, not talking as much and kissing you less. Then it was missing date nights and only kissing you on the forehead and silent dinners. He buried himself in books and barely looked at you and you knew the breakup was coming, but you could’t bring yourself to be the one to leave. So you didn’t. You just waited until he dropped the news at dinner and pretended like you were ok with it, and not that you had been secretly packing up your things for weeks.

It broke you a little bit. The slow pull. The obvious boredom that he had. The dissatisfaction with you. 

The waiting was torture, the aftermath was worse. Your dad was worried as you continued to dwindle into a shell of yourself. Skin pallid, eyes hallow, never smiling.

Your aunt Eileen said you needed to get out of the country and into a change of scenery, which is why you’re on a plane on your way to live with her in England. 

You’re fortunate that your job in graphic design allows for remote work and an asynchronous schedule.

It’s fun to live with Aunt Eileen. She’s very loud and very Irish. She only lives in London to be near her sister, who married and Englishman (much to the chagrin of the rest of your family). Your dad, their brother, married an American which was better-received. You have your mom’s accent, which is mostly due to the fact that you grew up in America. You think maybe if you grew up over here it would be different. 

Eileen does not let you be sad. And, it’s easier to forget about Joseph when there are no reminders of him around. It’s a completely new place with completely new faces. 

Eileen takes you all over Richmond. You meet her friends and the locals, and begin to feel things again. Not happiness per se, but some positive neutral.

Eileen kicks you out of the house every Thursday evening. She says it’s so you can explore and have time to yourself, but it’s really when all her yoga friends come over for rosé and awful reality shows. You don’t really mind, you caught a minute of one and couldn’t handle the absurdity of it. You suppose that’s the appeal, it just isn’t for you.

So instead, you get out. You brings a small sketchpad and a pencil, and create.

You haven’t done analog drawing in forever, and it’s refreshing to be away from a screen. You draw whatever you want, whether it’s your mood or a sketch of your surroundings. Little by little, you find yourself again.

—

Richmond is a big football town. Everyone loses their mind when there’s a match, and the streets become a sea of red and blue. Aunt Eileen doesn’t watch football, and neither do you. Like reality tv, you just can’t get into it. Apparently the coach (or gaffer) frequents a pub that Eileen takes you too, and he’s American like you. He heard you talking once and came over to introduce himself.

“I’m Ted and this is Coach Beard,” he had said. “Nice to hear a familiar accent around here. What’s been the biggest culture shock for you? Mine has been the fact that the cars all drive on the wrong side of the road.”

You like Ted and Beard. They remind you of home, the good parts of home. You see them pretty regularly and they talk about coaching and football, and listen to you tell them about your designs and family.

“You takin’ new work?” Ted asks one day. “Could find you some projects around Nelson Road.”

So now you’re contracted by a woman named Rebecca to keep things up to date around AFC Richmond’s headquarters.

Rebecca is something else. She’s everything you want to be, confident and fearless. She charges ahead and takes what she wants, but does it with kindness and grace. 

You suppose the kindness is what gets you the most here. Eileen thinks it’s good for you to get out and work with actual people instead of remote on a screen, and you privately agree with her. There isn’t always a lot of work to do, but Rebecca set you up with an office and allows you to work on projects for your other companies. Her friend Keeley pops in from time to time, to chat and tell you that your designs need more pink.

“It’s objectively the best color, babe,” she says. “Makes everything else pop!”

Keeley starts becoming your friend, too. 

Rebecca takes it upon herself to become your mentor of sorts, and she sits you for a meeting after your first week.

“What sort of work do you really want to do?” she asks. 

You tell her you love everything. You love murals and sketches and passion projects and surrealism. You love pencils and paint and digital art, but hate watercolor and charcoal. You love artsy interior designs and posters and tiny stickers and large paintings. You love making things expressive and beautiful, in whatever capacity you can. 

A week and a half later, you’re redecorating Keeley’s office.

“You know what I like, babe,” she says affectionately. 

And you do. You’ve known her two weeks, but she’s made an effort to get to know you and to make herself known. You’re trusting people again.

—

Keeley bursts into your office in a flurry of sequins and fringe two days after you did her office, dragging someone by the hand. 

“Babe,” she says, breathless from her obvious run to you, “tell Jamie he fucking cannot wear socks and sandals.”

You look at this Jamie and see he is indeed committing a terrible fashion faux pas.

And… looking good while doing it?

You look back at Keeley. “Keels, why are you asking me?”

She looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because you’re Richmond’s art person! You know what looks good and what doesn’t! And this one-” she pauses to pinch Jamie’s cheek affectionately, “won’t fucking listen to me.”

Jamie shrugs, looking embarrassed. “Sorry to bug you,” he says. “Know you’ve got other shit to do.”

This is interesting. This Jamie is looking sheepish, blush tingeing the tips of his ears. You don’t know him, but what you’ve seen of all the footballers, they have egos for miles. They’re all incredibly kind, but definitely confident. Embarrassment doesn’t even seem like something any of them are capable of, but here’s Jamie in front of you, all apologetic and shooting glances at Keeley with the clear message let’s go.

Keeley isn’t paying attention, just bouncing on her toes and waiting for your response. 

You assess Jamie and say, “Actually, he’s pulling it off.” You give him your name and he smiles a little, sticks out his hand, and says, “I’m Jamie.”

Keeley frowns at you (not a real one) then grabs Jamie’s hand and marches out the door in a similar fashion that she entered. Jamie throws you one last apologetic glance before he’s dragged out the door.

You sit back in your chair, processing what just happened. This is the first time you’ve actually met someone on the team, and it was not at all what you expected. 

—

You’re working through lunch on a side project the next day, when there’s a knock on your doorframe. 

“Jamie!” you say, looking up in surprise, “What can I help you with?”

He fidgets for a moment then replies, “Keeley sent me to make sure you weren’t working through lunch.”

Oh. That’s interesting.

You frown, though not at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not.”

Jamie squints at you. “You fucking lying?”

He says it so sincerely that you laugh, and put down your pen. “Yes I am, but if Keeley asks then no. I’m taking my required mental break and not working.”

Jamie moves from the doorway and plops down on the chair across from your desk.

“Whatcha working on?”

You spend the better part of thirty minutes telling Jamie about a redesign for a children’s center logo and the details of keeping the essence while modernizing it and revamping the color scheme, all while he nods and asks questions in all the right places. It’s not until your alarm goes off on your phone that you both jump and say, “Shit,” in unison.

“I’m late. Roy’s gonna fucking kill me,” Jamie groans.

You feel terrible. “I’m so sorry,” you respond sincerely. “Shit, I’m sorry. Tell Roy it was my fault.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Nah, weren’t yours. Should’ve kept a better eye on the time.” 

He’s halfway out the door when he turns back and smiles at you. “I’ll tell Keeley you took a real break.” He winks and and disappears around the corner.

You make a mental note to ask Keeley about this whole thing later.

—

“Oh he’s into you, babe.” Keeley says, hours later when you’re at her house for drinks and dinner. 

“WHAT, no!” you protest, “He’s not! He was just- just-”

Keeley nods and smirks. “Can’t finish that sentence, can you? Y’know, I just told him to check on you. I didn’t say anything about eating lunch with you.”

Rebecca nods in agreement. “I also overheard him telling Ted that he didn’t think you were attractive at all.”

You and Keeley turn to her with matching quizzical expressions.

“He was clearly not telling the truth. I didn’t even have to see his face, I could hear it in his voice,” Rebecca explains.

“Ooh, right, yeah, Jamie’s a shit liar!” Keeley exclaims. “Oh my god babe, I literally can’t believe it. You’d be so fucking adorable together.”

Rebecca tilts her head and gives you an appraising look. “I can see it,” she says.

Your face is on fire but you’re laughing and shaking your head. “If Eileen didn’t have her yoga group over for drinks, I would be totally out of here.”

—

Rebecca was right. Jamie does like you and he asks you out the next week. 

He says, “I think you’re fucking amazing. Do you want to get dinner?”

He’s radiating so much confidence that despite yourself, you laugh and say yes. Eileen is beside herself, so happy that you are going out with “such a nice young man.” Keeley and Rebecca feel a similar way. Keeley’s boyfriend Roy just grunts. You like Roy. He’d never admit it, but he’s very kind. You know he threatened Jamie within an inch of his life when he heard you two had started dating, and the sentiment almost made you tear up. Almost.

—

You slip in to a pattern. Living with Eileen, spending nights with Jamie. Dinner with Keeley and Roy, drinks with Keeley and Rebecca. Walks in the park, early morning breakfasts, family picnics. Jamie is present for everything except girl’s night. (He makes a pretty convincing argument for why he should be included, if you’re being honest). 

It’s… scary. You’re still hurting from Joseph, but Jamie does his best to erase any trace of him. He tells you he’s going to kiss every inch of your skin, so that his lips are the only ones you think of. He brings you flowers and makes sure to tell you how much he loves you.

Eileen pretends not to notice that your bed is empty more nights than not, and you do your best to return that courtesy by keeping her in the loop of your comings and goings, so she knows if she should save you dinner. 

You and Jamie are together like this for four and a half months. It’s wonderful and terrifying and perfect.

You’ve almost forgotten Joseph ever existed.

Until one morning, Jamie has returned from morning training with Roy.

He walks in the door and you say, “Hi babe!” from your position by the coffeemaker. Jamie doesn’t respond, just absentmindedly kisses you on the cheek and grabs a cup. He doesn’t even smile at you. You look at him for a minute as he moves around the kitchen, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. He doesn’t. He’s out the door again in a minute, barely even saying goodbye.

You chalk it up to the upcoming match. He always gets a little more focused than usual when it’s against Man City. You tell yourself he’ll be better by Sunday.

—

He’s not.

—

Jamie’s pulling away from you. 

It’s Joseph all over again.

You start to do little things to get his attention. You put on his favorite lingerie set under a “Tartt” jersey and greet him with it when he gets home. He kisses you on the fucking forehead and goes to grab dinner. He goes straight to the bed to sleep right after. 

You make his favorite dinner and set the table all fancy, candles and everything. Jamie says an absent thanks. You eat in silence.

He brushes off any attempt you make to kiss him, and you can count the amount of words he’s said to you on one hand. You feel like a child, the way he’s treating you and all of the sudden, in between bites of chicken, you know. 

Jamie’s bored.

This is ending.

You spend the night because it would be weird not to, but you lay in bed, awake the whole time. You’re under every single blanket Jamie owns, yet your blood is running cold. It’s the only thing you can feel, really, other than your heart beating furiously in your chest. The rest of you is just… numb. You pretend to be asleep when Jamie gets up at 3:30am for training, but the moment you hear the door shut you leap out of bed and collect your things. You successfully sneak back into Aunt Eileen’s house and sit on the floor of the bathroom until sunrise, knees pulled to your chest as you stare at the floor

There’s been a constant rushing in your ears since dinner with Jamie, one that accompanies you as you mechanically dress and head to Nelson Road. Your body is on autopilot as you head to your desk, past Ted and Beard, past Dani, past Sam, Nate, and Will. You know Jamie’s there, although you don’t see him. You spend most of the day glancing at your door, waiting for him to appear with lunch and an explanation.

He doesn’t.

—

It’s late, not too late but late enough that the boys are all gone, and you’re in the locker room making aesthetic assessments for Rebecca when you see it.

Jamie’s locker. 

The voice in your head screams don’t do it! but your legs are moving on their own accord, drawn by some strange impulse. You stop in front of his locker and look inside. 

Your picture is gone. 

It’s your favorite one. Eileen took it at dinner one night. You’re in the kitchen stirring something on the stove, laughing at something Jamie said. He’s grinning at you and looking at you with stars in his eyes. The love is palpable.

And it’s gone. 

Autopilot gives way to shock and your knees buckle. You’re on the floor and you’re not sure how you got there or how long you’re crying, but the door is opening and Nate is kneeling next to you and asking if you’re alright in a soft voice. You don’t respond, just keep crying, and next thing you know Keeley’s arms are around you as you panic on the floor of the Richmond locker room.

—

She drives you to Eileen’s, and you burst in through the front door. 

“Eileen!” you gasp, “It’s happening again, he doesn’t love me and I don’t know what I did-” you ram into something solid not he threshold.

“Fuck,” says Roy, although that’s not surprising because that’s roughly 80% of his vocabulary.

“Hi babe,” says Keeley in a small voice, hot on your heels, “Forgot this was yoga night.”

“What?” you ask, Jamie temporarily forgotten.

Roy just sighs and says, “Come on. Eileen’s got rosé in the kitchen. But you already fucking knew that, didn’t you.”

—

Turns out Roy is part of Eileen’s yoga group. You swear never to tell anyone.

He, in turn, succinctly grills you on Jamie.

“What the fuck did the little prick do?” he asks in his most growly voice yet.

You’re in the kitchen with him, Keeley, and Eileen. Aunt Eileen has let the yoga group know there’s been a change of plans, and they take it all in stride. Maureen herds them all to G-A-Y and they’re gone in a moment.

So now you’re here, eyes dry but red, explaining how Jamie is bored of you.

Roy says, “Fuck.” Aunt Eileen looks like she’s ready to murder someone. Keeley just looks sad. 

“You’re coming to mine,” Keeley says, in a voice that leaves no room for arguments. “We’ll put on pajamas and do face masks and Roy will make that fancy little cheese platter he’s so good at.”

Roy doesn’t even protest, just nods and slips his hand around Keeley’s waist. She settles back against him in a way that makes your heart squeeze, because it’s the exact same way you would settle against Jamie.

Eileen says, “I’ll go pack you a bag,” and then she’s bustling upstairs to your room.

—

You and Keeley have matching cucumber-mango face masks, and you’re in her bed watching Look Both Ways. You can hear Roy downstairs in the kitchen putting cheese, grapes, and whatever the fuck else on a tray. He brings it up and places it on the bed, kissing Keeley with an amicable grunt. 

“I’m headed the fuck to sleep,” he says. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

You smile at him as best you can, which is really just turning your mouth into a straight line, and Keeley says “Bye, babe.”

Roy smiles (as big as he ever does) and leaves.

You reach for an olive and settle back on to the pillows.

—

You don’t sleep much, but you do sleep. Keeley is wrapped around you like a spider monkey so you finally drift off around 3am. It’s not lost on you that Jamie will be awake in thirty minutes, and that it should be his arms wrapped around you. 

—

You’re in your office for a grand total of fifteen minutes when Rebecca comes marching in.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks.

“My job..?” you respond tentatively.

She shakes her head. “You’re getting the day off. As a matter of fact, you can take Monday as well. You do good work, and you’ve never missed a deadline. You can take a goddamn break.”

Oh. Keeley must have told her.

You nod slowly then get up to grab your bag.

Rebecca pauses for a moment, then pulls you into a hug. It’s incredibly calming.

Rebecca asks, “Do you need anything?”

You shake your head. “I think I’m just going to get my things from Jamie’s while he’s at training. I don’t want to make a scene. I’ll call him tonight and let him know we’re done, just so it isn’t prolonged anymore.”

Tears appear in your eyes and Rebecca hugs you again.

“Well,” she says, “just give me call. You know how to reach me.”

—

There’s a lot of things at Jamie’s, but fortunately you keep a box in the back of your car. You’ve cleaned out your tea from his cupboards, toiletries from his bathroom, and are now kneeling on the floor, emptying out your drawer. Your hands linger a little too long over the Tartt 9 jersey Jamie gave you when a voice says, “What the fuck are you doing?”

You jump. “Jesus, Jamie. Aren’t you supposed to be at training?”

“Coach said I had to go home. What the fuck are you doing?”

You skip over the fact that he didn’t elaborate on which coach sent him home and remind yourself to kill Roy.

You blow out a long, slow breath. Fuck. This was not how this was supposed to go.

“I um, I’m cleaning out my things.” You can’t look him in the eyes. You’re still on the floor, Jamie’s in the doorframe.

Jamie is silent so you continue.

“I just wanted to make things easier,” you tell the jersey in your hands. “I… know what’s happening. And it’s fine, really. I’m not…entitled to your love, you know? So… it’s ok. I just-” you sigh, body feeling so heavy all of a sudden, “I just wanna know one thing.”

You look at Jamie for the first time. “What is it about me that’s boring?”

Jamie opens his mouth to say something, but you barrel on. “You don’t have to lie, we’re probably never going to speak again, so just tell me. Because I’ve been over it a million times in my head and I can’t figure it out. I tried to figure it out with Joseph too. I get it if I were too clingy or too talkative or something, but what is it that makes me boring?” Tears have started streaming down your face at some point. God, this has been such a shit week. All this crying is making your eyes hurt.

There are tears in Jamie’s eyes, too.

“I- you- you aren’t boring,” Jamie croaks.

He could’ve fooled you.

“Then why have you been pulling away from?” you ask, voice small. “You kissed me on the forehead, Jamie. Like I was, I don’t know, your great aunt or something.”

Jamie rubs his face with his hand. “Shit, I- shit. I’m so fucking sorry. God, babe, I’m so, so fucking sorry. Roy told me to come here, said something about fucking shit up again, so I came here and found you like that on the floor and- shit, I just fucked up.”

He’s made his way over to you, slowly, like you’re a wild animal about to spook. He crouches down on the floor next to you and reaches out a hand to your cheek.

“It’s my dad,” he says finally. “He came ‘round, asking questions and shit, and he asked about you. And I fucking hated that. He knew your name and shit. Made some threats. I didn’t- I wanted to protect you. And I thought once you knew about him you wouldn’t want shit to do with me. I was fucking waiting for you to break up with me once you found out.”

Jamie’s voice is far too raw for this to story to be made up. The only thing you know about his dad is that he exists, and Jamie never talks about him. This… makes sense. It’s fucking stupid, but it makes sense. So you tell him.

“Jamie,” you say, “that is fucking stupid. It makes sense, but it’s fucking stupid.”

He hangs his head. “God, I know. He comes ‘round and I forget how to fuckin act.”

“Hey,” you say softly, tilting his chin up to meet his eyes. “This was shitty. But we’re learning. We’ll work on communicating, I promise. I’ll get better at it too. And as far as your dad goes, we’ll figure that out.”

Jamie laughs wetly and you bring his head close for a kiss.

You two will figure it out.

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[miinatozakiii]

loved your sana story oh my god!!! i wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about chaeyound and fem reader meeting because they are both art lovers? yk a fluff kinda falling in love story?

have i told you lately? i'm grateful you're mine.

best friend!chaeyoung x reader

summary: uh oh what happens when the sudden urge to kiss and love your friend appears

wc: 4.1k

warnings: not proofread well ; fluff ; mentions of alcohol ; rushed :-[

a/n: thank you for the request! I've been writing a little less, but this was such a cute request so I had tried my best to finish it. enjoy!

-

Paint everywhere. 

Paint on the floor, a mess that was something from a nightmare – as if some paint monster had completely terrorized you, or something like that (look, it would be scarier if you were like, six). Your jeans had been splashed with the white paint, your shirt looked even worse; there was nothing that could save that for sure. 

“Oh fuck-” is what you had said before tripping and ending up in this mess, as if that would save you. 

You had been walking around in the empty room, trying to find the paint you needed for the project that was due in two days. Unfortunately for you, the floor had just been mopped, and it was slippery as hell. Another unfortunate thing for you is that you were wearing slides, Adidas to be exact, and they were not meant for this type of slippery surface; it led to your downfall. 

You groaned with annoyance – maybe a bit too dramatically – but anyone would’ve done the same if they had to deal with this.

The paint bucket on the floor was on its side, paint still spilling out all over the floor. Luckily, the paint bucket was only half full, so the mess could’ve been ten times worse (you’re still pissed, but look on the bright side…?).

You stand up in defeat and start by picking up the paint bucket, flipping it back so that it’s not spilling any more paint. The next thing you do is wonder how the hell you’re going to clean this catastrophe. You wonder: do you start wiping the pool of white paint on the floor? The paint on your jeans? Your cheeks?

“Are you okay?” a voice asks. You look towards where the voice had come from, and you realize it’s that girl in your class, the one you’ve been eyeing for half the semester: Son Chaeyoung.

This makes it even more embarrassing.

“Yeah, I just, uh.” You mumble, “The floor was slippery, and I don’t know, I’m here now.” You sigh, wiping paint off your cheek. 

Chaeyoung can’t fight back the giggle that she lets out. You pout playfully and laugh with her.

Chaeyoung had been someone that caught your eye the first day you saw her. You noticed that her style was unique, and she had tattoos that had really drawn your attention. She was someone that was unpredictable, you would never know what the hell her next move would be. 

Her art was an identical reflection of her, unique, vibrant, and surprising. Arguably the best pieces of work you’ve seen in that class; you really admired her.

Son Chaeyoung was someone you always wanted to talk to, you just didn’t know how. You were too timid to really speak to her, she seemed in her own world and you were never the type to go out there and make small talk. The only other class you had with her was English, a class which had a teacher and work that gave you headaches, so no chance to talk to Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung looked at you in your messy state: paint on your shirt, pants, even your socks, and a pool of the medium on the floor. 

“You need help?” She asks. You quickly put a hand up and wave,

“It’s no problem, it’s my mess.”

“I was going to work here too, so technically it could be my mess too.”

“Doesn’t need to be?” You say with a lack of confidence. Chaeyoung just shakes her head and smiles, already tying up her dark hair. You let out a sigh and finally get up from the floor, she gives you a rag to wipe off the paint from your face and clothes. “Thanks.” You mumble.

“No problem.” She responds, already getting started on the mess that’s on the floor.

There’s a wave of silence that’s present for a couple of minutes.

 You had finished cleaning yourself up and made sure to help Chaeyoung with the mess,

“You really didn’t have to help.” You sigh, wiping aggressively at the stained floor. Chaeyoung shakes her head,

“It’s fine, don't worry. I needed a space that wasn’t crowded with that annoying group in our class. I could hear them from the other hall.” And she refers to the group of students that constantly talked and were just so damn loud about their art, the ones that only took the class to get easy credits. “This was the nearest room open.” Chaeyoung sighed.

You hum in response and she starts again,

“It’s Y/n right?” she asks, still looking down at the mess.

“Yeah. Chaeyoung?”

She hums. 

“I remember seeing you at Nayeon’s party.” She simply says, and your cheeks warm up. 

That party was surely something. Three-quarters of a bottle of soju chugged straight from the bottle, you still remember the cheers and screams from Nayeon and her friends as you chugged. It wasn’t much really, not something to scream over, but you weren’t the type to drink so much in one night and Nayeon had made sure you were the center of attention, much to your dissatisfaction. The soju wasn’t even flavored, it wasn’t even worth chugging – it was just the taste of alcohol on your tongue and the harsh, strong flavor of it going down your throat �� not good. 

You close your eyes and groan from embarrassment, “Yeah… It was something.” You sigh, “Nayeon peer pressured me, I don’t know what was with me. She could’ve at least handed me a flavored bottle.” You complain. Chaeyoung laughs in response,

“It was funny. I didn’t want to go to that party, but that honestly made my night.” She says, “I never really knew you much, it piqued my interest.”

“It did?” You question, looking up from the ground to her face, well, her head.

“You seem cool. There’s not a lot of people in that class that seem serious about this, but when I looked at your artwork I knew you had something that half that class doesn’t.”

“And that is?”

“Serious skills.” She says, looking up at you. You can’t help but laugh at her compliment,

“I’m sorry I’m really flattered, but that compliment sounded like something my younger cousin would say, and he’s like - 12.” You chuckle. Chaeyoung pouts and ends up laughing with you and you two joke a little more while you clean.

The conversation and bickering that goes on between you two is comparable to one between good friends. You two have just met, but it seems that you two just naturally get along so well; there’s a comforting feeling from being around each other, it’s like you’ve known each other for years already.

After you two finish cleaning up, the conversation comes to a close because you two are both busy working on your own projects for the class; it seems you two also have being severe procrastinators in common.

-

Chaeyoung asks for your number after that event, you two talk now and then during, after, and before class. The two of you are almost always with one another at school, it’s obvious that you both are close.

Something you learn about Chaeyoung is that she’s really into music, in addition to liking art, you two have that in common. You’d spend hours at the nearest coffee shop just talking about your favorite musicians, albums, and performances. You even learn that Chaeyoung plays guitar, which makes your interest in her grow. You think she’s so incredibly talented and wonder how you managed to become friends with someone like Chaeyoung.

The dark-haired woman learns that you like music just as much as her, and she admires the playlists you show her. The playlists are always filled with something slow and relaxing, she thinks your image fits your music taste. She learns that you’re a more athletic person, and you somehow manage to run a mile or two every day – it genuinely blows her mind. 

Some people meet due to the strangest circumstances, you and Chaeyoung had met from your paint incident. Sure, you two had been within the same shared space, but never went out of your way to really get to know each other. It was more of admiring from afar. 

Over the weeks of getting closer, there’s an interest that grows, it’s a very strong interest. It’s also mutual.

Chaeyoung is the first to realize that this ‘friend’ she’s made is someone that she might (really) want – more than a friend.

It happens when you two are out with mutual friends. 

Of course, Nayeon is the one who had invited you, and Momo had invited Chaeyoung. The both of you light up when you see each other, being surprised that the other was there. Chaeyoung has a warm feeling in her chest.

The two of you stick together for most of the night, shoulders close together and knuckles brushing every now in then, which gives Chaeyoung this weird feeling in her stomach, as if butterflies were present. 

Nayeon decides that it would be nice to drink a little (as always), and the group of seven enters the restaurant together. You sit across from Chaeyoung and next to Nayeon, who’s sitting next to that English major Jeongyeon on your side of the table, who, you might add, does a great job at pissing off your professor. The business major that you’ve heard Nayeon talk about, Momo was her name, she sits next to Chaeyoung. Next to Momo is Sana, you’ve seen her at a couple of parties, and the woman next to her, Jihyo was her name (you think).

Chaeyoung remembers it clearly.

You had all been eating, drinking, and conversing. Momo had already had a couple of shots, and everyone seemed to be in awe of Jihyo’s alcohol tolerance; she could chug. You were talking to Nayeon and laughing over something, but then you turned back to meet Chaeyoung’s eyes, and you just smiled.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Chaeyoung practically short circuits. 

Your smile is suddenly ten times more radiant than last time, and when did you have such pretty eyes? Your jawline is suddenly ten times sharper than the last time she had seen it, your hair is slightly messed up and god it’s so cute. Chaeyoung doesn’t remember analyzing your features this much, ever. She doesn’t remember you ever being this pretty and sure, you were much more attractive than most, she noticed that at first glance, and she’s definitely realizing this now. 

Your smile sends a feeling of comfort down Chaeyoung’s spine in such a crowded and slightly overwhelming place, and you seem to notice her staring with slightly flushed cheeks,

“Chaeng?” You ask, “Is everything good? You barely drank, your cheeks are red.”

“Oh,” Chaeyoung starts, “Yeah it’s just kinda hot in here.” She lies. You just laugh and turn back to see the others all in a heated conversation, however, from the outside, it’d look like they were arguing aggressively. You look at the unfinished drink in your cup, hurriedly finishing it and turning back to Chaeyoung. 

“Let’s get out of here?” You nudge,

“Yeah,” Chaeyoung says, avoiding eye contact. 

The two of you excuse yourselves and promise to pay later, but right now there’s an unspoken desire to be alone with each other.

You have the same realization that Chaeyoung had, just an hour later.

It’s when you and Chaeyoung find a huge wall painted with regular acrylic paint, with hints of graffiti graphics/drawings that truly make it pop out. It’s something that grabs the attention of both of you; it’s vibrant, it’s colorful, it’s beautiful, and it makes the two of you gaze at it in awe. The painting seems to be of an aquatic background, with graffiti marine animals. It’s so detailed yet so simple, it stands out to both of you.

“I’ve always wanted to make something like this.” Chaeyoung states, “They’re so pretty.”

“Me too.” You say, still in awe as you gaze at the painting. Chaeyoung nods and turns back to you, 

“Maybe the two of us could make something as cool as this one day.” She begins, “If I were to make something as special as this… I think I’d want to make it with you.”

And that’s when your heart skips a beat.

You turn to Chaeyoung in surprise, she’s just smiling at you. Smiling at you with that stupidly adorable smile, and it’s so weird but you feel so damn attracted to her? The street lamp’s light spills onto her face, illuminating it in a way that might be something out of a movie or one of those paintings from a hopeless romantic who had drawn their lover from their perspective. 

It’s so sudden, it’s out of nowhere.

Chaeyoung is smiling at you after saying something so extremely flattering, and you can’t help but smile back. You don’t know what happened but something in your heart shifted, something changed and you can’t pinpoint exactly what that is, but it’s certainly something strong.

-

Falling in love with your best friend is such a strange feeling.

You’ve been friends for four months now, but ever since that two-month mark, something shifted.

Sometimes you meet someone and it’s so extremely clear that the two of you are just meant for each other. Maybe it’s something platonic, and you two just have that same shared connection, that silent understanding, and you just know they’re the right one for you. It’s seen as something so platonic, you’re just grateful for someone so similar, someone that you care for and they care for you just as much. 

At first, you think you enjoy their presence a lot.

It’s spending time 24/7, the casual affection like bold compliments here and there, the physical touch that’s shared so comfortably because you two are just friends – right? Friends are allowed to be all touchy, they can hold each other, that’s something that a lot of friends do. Friends are allowed to talk at night, deep into the night, they can speak. Friends can do a lot of things, friends can make each other smile, it’s just a friend thing – right?

Are friends supposed to feel so flustered around each other? 

Friends can cuddle, and friends can hold each other, so that’s what you two do often. 

one night makes the butterflies in Chaeyoung's stomach go insane, something that friends are not supposed to feel. Chaeyoung feels you trace your finger along her tattoos as she holds you, and she can’t help but fight back the urge to kiss you, but that’s just really loving your friend, no? It isn’t until Chaeyoung hears a mumble from you as you fall asleep on her shoulder, it makes her heart beat so incredibly fast, but that’s just how friends are, right? 

Why is it that she wants to hold you forever?

Friends can look at each other, but when you stare at Chaeyoung for so long, studying each feature and the thought of kissing her suddenly pops up, it really makes you think. At first, you figured it must be an intrusive thought, it has to be. Son Chaeyoung is your friend and nothing more, so why are you so drawn to her?

Why is it that the slightest laugh and smile from her makes your heart explode?

Friends.

Can friends feel like this?

It’s so sudden and the two of you are so unprepared, it’s a sudden feeling that you both are terrified of, but it makes you both feel so warm inside and gives you a slight hope for something more.

Do friends long for each other like that?

-

Falling in love with someone makes you want to be with them more than usual, so here you are on a Friday night, right outside of Chaeyoung’s dorm room.

Nayeon had invited you (once again) out to a party, as she always does at the end of the week. She was pretty confused by the lack of interest you’ve had in parties ever since you had met Chaeyoung, but nonetheless, she just shrugged and told you: “Have fun, don’t miss me too much,” and it made you scoff at her playfully.

You stand outside after knocking, Chaeyoung opens the door and smiles right as she sees you. She’s in a t-shirt that reveals the tattoos you love so much on her arm, and her hair is clipped up messily, she looks so perfect. 

“Hi.” You greet.

“Hi,” The shorter woman responds, 

“Let’s lay down?” You suggest, Chaeyoung nods immediately.

It goes on as usual: you two talk, just about anything. Today it was about your classes, and Chaeyoung had complained about this obnoxious guy that had been so damn loud the whole history period, and it was funny to see her so furious and riled up, it was kind of cute. You on the other hand had ranted about Nayeon, but playfully, of course, you could never talk bad about her – well, maybe the fact that she hadn’t done the dishes this week – you’ll let it slide.

You two end up on her bed – at first, laying down on each other's side and joking around while pushing each other after laughing so hard. You’re going on about Nayeon again and how she had yelled at you for saying a certain dress had looked worse than the other, even though she asked for your opinion. You two laugh a lot, and your hearts start to warm up, and confidence brews.

There’s a sudden moment where you two just quiet down and the laughter dies down, eye contact is made.

Chaeyoung can’t help but laugh awkwardly, looking away and blushing a little. Your hopes are suddenly up. 

Your gaze stays on her for a bit more as your palm squishes your cheeks a bit from resting your head on it as you prop yourself up – there’s something about her being so nervous and flustered just from your presence that really makes your heart flutter. You think it’s so tremendously cute. Chaeyoung is so fucking adorable, you think to yourself.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Chaeyoung says shyly, laughing to brush off the fact that she’s so flustered under your gaze. 

She looks at you, it’s like you’re admiring a piece of art (which you are) and she has no idea what to do. Your eyes drill into hers, those damn eyes and they have the dark-haired woman in a trance, one that she’s desperately trying to get out of. Chaeyoung pushes her hand in your face lightly, making you fall onto your back and laugh at her sudden action,

“I can’t help it,” you giggle, “You’re really cute.”

“Stop that,” Chaeyoung says, definitely flustered. You just laugh,

“I’m not lying.”

“You’re being really sweet and it’s scaring me,” Chaeyoung responds, laying down next to you and turning her head to meet your face.

You turn to your side again and look at her with a soft stare,

“Chaeng.”

She hums in response, you scoot closer to her so that your head is under her chin. She relaxes a bit and rests her hand on your hair, then runs a few fingers through it softly.

This is where it starts.

 “What’s with you being so affectionate today?” She questions, though, she’s not against your sudden clinginess. 

“Can I ask something?” You mumble against her neck,

��Yeah?”

“You’re not dating anyone, no?”

“No.”

“Do you like anyone?”

Chaeyoung pauses and laughs softly into your head, “What’s with the sudden interrogation?”

“Do you?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Chaeyoung can feel your breath against her neck as you speak, it sends a shiver down her spine, and you let yourself relax into her more, which does not help her in the moment.

“I,” She starts, her voice softening, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“It’s someone I’m really close with, y/n.” She mumbles, “I’m scared of ruining things with her.”

“What if it doesn’t ruin anything?” You question, pulling at her heartstrings.

“It might. I don’t want to lose her, ever.” Chaeyoung mumbles, and you can feel her touch on you soften, “She’s a really great person.”

“And if that person likes you?”

“I doubt it.”

“They’d be crazy if they didn’t like you, you’ve got everything anyone could ever ask for.” You mutter against her neck, and your lips are dangerously close, basically brushing against her skin. Chaeyoung’s breath hitches, and you’re suddenly pulling away from her, “So who is it that you like?” You ask.

“I- I um, I can’t say.” She mumbles, nerves taking over.

This was your plan all along.

The more you realized it, the more it made sense that Chaeyoung had felt similar to you, though it took a lot of attention and detail to realize it. You even had to ask Nayeon, and she had to ask Momo and boom – you had gotten the green light to make a move.

You prop yourself up with your right hand, making it so that you were looking down at the dark-haired woman, her cheeks were tinted pink. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at her, 

“It’s me isn’t it?”

“Y/n,” Chaeyoung says, getting up herself and propping herself as well, “I hate when you fuck with me like that.” She mutters. Her look sits on your lips as she says that, and she looks back at your eyes with a new desire. 

It’s all so sudden, every move is so bold, and every feeling is so overwhelming in the best way possible in this very moment.

You move your other free hand so that she’s trapped between your arms, though your faces are inches apart, still. Chaeyoung forgets to breathe for a moment, you’re so close and it’s driving her crazy, it’s suddenly so hot in the room.

Your lips sit inches apart for a few moments.

Chaeyoung rushes to put her hand on the back of your head and pull you closer.

Your lips meet.

It’s slow and you both take your time, there’s no rush – just you and Chaeyong savoring the moment. Her lips are so soft and they’re so goddamn perfect on yours. Your lips part and chase after the other again, the kisses are frequent and you don’t want to stop. Every movement is so impulsive, so sudden. There’s a hand pulling against the strands of hair near the bottom of your scalp every so lightly, and it makes your breath grow heavier. You move around a bit and suddenly you’re on top of her, straddling her with your legs on either side of her hips, you two are so lost in the kiss, and you never want to find your way back again. When the two of you part for air it feels like both of your hearts are missing beats, but also beating so fast at the same time, it’s such an unreal feeling.

There’s a moment of silence when you both part, you’re just looking at each other like oh my god I just kissed her? Your chests are warm and everything just feels so right, and there’s a small laugh that escapes the both of you as the tension in the air dies down.

“That was nice.” You sigh, it's awkward and cliche, and you giggle softly at your own words.

“Yeah,” Chaeyoung mumbles, and she quickly goes back to kissing you while also simultaneously flipping the two of you over in the process, there are giggles in the air and you two are so giddy like two teenagers in a rom-com.

Chaeyoung kisses you all over your face as if she were hungry and that were the only thing to keep her satisfied, and it’s the one thing she’s always been wanting to do ever since she had that moment of realization – the realization that you were someone she had wanted.

You laugh at how adorable she is and the way her hands tickle your neck and sides as she kisses you all over.

It’s falling in love with your best friend that’s so different from anything else, it’s that mutual connection and that desire to want someone for them, not just for the sake of being in love. It’s the pure love for that soul that suddenly turns romantic that makes it so genuine, it’s so pure and it’s so beautiful.

The realization of falling in love with your best friend is so scary, but it’s always worth it at the end when it’s successful.

especially if it’s Chaeyoung.

#kpop x reader #anon asks #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung imagines

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Don't Touch What's Mine

Pairing: GatorxReader

Summary: You're sick of Gator's shit so you decide to make him jealous and it works. Maybe a little too well.

Word Count: 4K

18+ Only

Stepping into The Drunken Duck felt like stepping back in time, to a time when lawlessness was the norm. When gambling, drunken rages, and prostitution were just accepted as a part of everyday life. When a man would pop in for a drink and get a fuck on the side after a long day breaking his back in the sun working on the railroad. 

At least that was what Jimmy, the owner, would like you to feel when you entered his bar. Everything inside screamed the Wild West from the batwing doors you had to push through after entering the main door to the old oil paintings that adorned the walls. You personally found it a bit tacky, wishing there was somewhere a bit more modern in town but beggars couldn’t be choosers where you lived. 

Besides, you were on a mission tonight and your target was just across the room, shooting a game of pool with some of his fellow officers. The gang, not dissimilar to a group of lawmen from the 1800s, flashing their badges around, running the town the way they saw fit, bending the law to their will and breaking it just as often as they upheld it. When your daddy was the sheriff, you could do pretty much anything you wanted and Gator used that to his advantage in the worst way. 

Hazel eyes lifted, roaming over every single inch of you, from the make-up you’d so carefully applied, to the cleavage spilling out of your tight red top, to the miles of leg bared underneath the tiny black skirt. One side of his mouth curved, a mixture of a smirk and a sneer. Oh, you’d chosen this outfit specifically for tonight but it wasn’t for him. It was for the first attractive guy you could find so he could watch and seethe with jealousy at how easy it was for you to move on. 

With a roll of your eyes, you turned your body, heading directly for the bar. You were beyond sick of his bullshit, stringing you along, excuse after excuse why you couldn’t take things to the next step. His words from the other night came back to you, “I’m just not a one woman man, darling. I mean, look at me. It would be selfish to not share this. I’m doing the Lord’s work.”

Jesus Christ. He could be such a fucking prick. He thought he could have anything he wanted with no repercussions. He thought he could take and take without ever giving anything in return. It really was no wonder with who his father was. Sheriff Tillman walked around like he owned the town and that was because he did. No one questioned him. No one told him no. They were too scared. Everybody in this town knew exactly what happened when you crossed Roy Tillman.

But you weren’t scared of Gator. No. He put on a tough guy face but you knew he was really just a scared little boy who worked way too damn hard for Daddy’s approval. You’d seen right through the hard shell to the creamy center in the middle and it had scared him. That was the real reason he was keeping you at a distance. He couldn’t handle anything that threatened the tough guy image he projected to the world.

“Hey there doll,” Stacy called out from behind the bar, placing a small cocktail napkin in front of you. “What are you having tonight?”

“Gin and tonic with lime.”

“You got it.” She scooped ice into a highball glass, grabbing the bottle of gin, tilting her head behind you. “You and Gator not together tonight?”

Lips pursed, red nails tapping on the wood of the bar, you snorted, “There is no me and Gator. I don’t think there ever was. He’s just a little boy playing at being a man. I’m done with his bullshit.”

“That why you got the girls on full display tonight?” she teased, pulling the nozzle to the glass to add the tonic. “Because you’re done with him?”

“Maybe they’re on display for someone else.”

“Ahh, I see. You know, that’s a dangerous game my friend.”

“What?”

“Making a man like that jealous. Gator’s got a trigger hair temper and an actual trigger to pull. You could be setting some poor man up to not make it home tonight.”

“Trust me, he doesn’t care enough to shoot some poor guy for talking to me.”

“That must be why his eyes keep creeping over here, because he doesn’t care,” chuckled Stacy, sliding the glass to you with a wink before moving down the bar to another customer. 

Whatever. Stacy didn’t know what she was talking about. Gator was not going to shoot anybody. He might punch someone but only if he actually cared enough that you were talking to someone else. And based on the way he’d been acting lately, you didn’t see that happening. No. You just wanted him to see that you didn’t need him. You didn’t need those hazel eyes that darkened as he hovered above you or those full lips that would torment you until your thighs quaked or that thick cock that stretched you, filling you up until he was all you could feel. Absolutely not.

Fuck. Your thighs pressed together in an attempt to quell the ache throbbing in your center, your lips wrapping around your straw in the hopes that the cold liquid would cool the sudden burning inside you. Just the thought of him had you worked up. He might be a prick but he was a damn good lay. 

“Excuse me? Is anyone sitting here?”

You turned your head to find a man smiling at you, his palm up toward the stool next to yours. Well…lucky for you he was an attractive man, exactly what you’d come in here looking for tonight. Ocean blue eyes, sandy blond hair, a sharp jawline, and a physique that filled out his black tee quite well. 

With a flirty smile, you tilted your head, “No. Please, join me.”

Grin widening, a mouth full of bright white teeth, he hopped onto the stool, extending his hand. 

“Jack.”

“Well, hello Jack.”

“And you are?”

“I’m whoever you want me to be for the night,” you teased, slipping your straw between your lips. You weren’t looking for a friend and you certainly weren’t looking for anything serious. You just wanted fun, something to help you forget the bullshit that was Gator Tillman, and possibly to piss him off a little in the process. Judging by the intense prickle that was running up your spine, letting you know his eyes were on you, it was working.

“You really going to make this that easy for me, sweetheart?” he asked and you didn’t miss how his eyes moved down to your chest, tongue running over his bottom lip. Oh yeah, he would definitely do. 

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all. I just thought I might have to work a bit. You know, a little conversation, buy you a couple drinks, possibly some food.”

“Well, ain’t this your lucky night. I happen to be in the mood for some fun. That’s what I came here to find and I think you’ll do just fine.” Leaning forward, your eyes slid to the side, finding Gator propped against the wall, arms folded over his chest, eyes glued on the two of you. “You can’t tell me that wasn’t your intention when you came over here.”

“Oh,” growled Jack, palm coming to your thigh, fingertips pressing into your flesh, his body moving into you, mouth next to your ear, “it was. I mean, the way you’re advertising yourself made it pretty hard to resist.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, half of your attention on Jack’s voice in your ear, letting you know exactly how hot he thought you were, and half of your attention on Gator who looked like he wanted to rip Jack’s head right off his body. 

Maybe you were playing a dangerous game but your panties were already damn near soaked, your skin practically vibrating with the sight of him looking like this man was just his understudy. Looking like he wouldn’t hesitate to get his knuckles bloody to keep this man from touching you. Maybe it was dangerous but fuck if it wasn’t fun. 

“So, what do you say?” asked Jack, bringing you back to the conversation, realizing you had no idea what he’d asked. 

“Say about what?” “Getting out of here?” His palm slid further up your leg, cresting the hem of your skirt. “I have a…”

But what he had you never got to know because a large hand slammed into his shoulder, knocking him off the stool. He collided with the one next to it and then hit the floor, crying out in a mixture of shock and pain before looking up angrily at who had just hit him. 

“What the hell, man!?” yelled Jack. 

Gator loomed over him and you secretly thrilled at the sight. Anger coursed through him, his eyes dark and threatening, his chest rising and falling heavily, that sneer permanently etched as he looked in disgust at the man who’d just had his hands on you. 

“Get the fuck out of this bar,” he ground out, teeth bared menacingly, finger pointing at the door.

Jack scrambled to his feet, stepping into Gator, clearly oblivious to who exactly he was going toe to toe with. The rest of the bar was silent, nothing to be heard but for the quiet hum of the football game in the background, everyone waiting to see what happened because they knew exactly who this naive man was dealing with. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” huffed Jack, puffing out his chest. 

Gator smirked, his torso leaning in, invading Jack’s space as his hand dropped to the holster on his thigh. “I think I’m the law of this town so you should do exactly as I say. Now, here’s what’s going to happen. First, you’re going to apologize for touching what’s mine. Then you’re going to leave and you’re never even so much going to look at her again. Do you hear me?”

Jack’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the gun that was practically a part of Gator now. He never went anywhere without it whether he was on duty or not. Raising both of his hands, he took a step back, a nervous laugh falling from his mouth. 

“Look, man. I didn’t know she was yours. This was just a misunderstanding.”

“And?” Gator brought a hand next to his ear. “I’m not hearing the apology. You know it’s not good manners to try to take what isn’t yours without asking.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I won’t…man, you won’t have to worry about me. I was just passing through town anyway. I’ll be gone in a few days.”

“No, you’ll be gone now.” Each step that Jack took toward the door, backing away, Gator followed. “You’re gonna get in your car and drive the fuck out of my town and don’t believe that sign on your way past the city limits. Don’t come back soon or ever.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m gone.”

Jack fled from the bar as if it were on fire, tripping over his own feet to get out the door and away from the menacing eyes of Gator. You sat, swirling your straw through your drink, as he turned those eyes on you, smiling amusedly. 

Hands on his hips, his head rocked back and forth as he took slow steps toward you, “Think you’re cute, don’t you, honey?”

You tilted your head, lips pouting, “Jack sure thought so.”

“Oh, I know he did. I saw the way he was touching you. But then you come in here dressed like a little slut and what did you expect? You want me to see that? Is that what this little show was? Trying to make me jealous?”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything but if I was, it clearly worked.”

He laughed harshly, “You are such a fucking brat, you know that? What the hell you think you’re doing letting some other guy paw at you like that, huh?” His hands, large hands, thick fingers that knew every inch of your body intimately, landed on either side of the bar, pinning you on your stool. He bent forward, nose brushing over yours. “You’re mine, honey. You know that.”

“I’m not anybody’s,” you snapped, swallowing hard, your body and brain at war with each other. “I am not one of your fucking horses. You don’t have a brand on me, Gator. I can fuck whoever I want.”

Lightning fast, one of those hands left the bar, slipping under your skirt to cup your heat. A whimper slipped past your lips, your hips rocking toward him. 

“Yeah, she knows exactly who she belongs to, doesn’t she?” he grinned, one finger slipped under the edge of your panties, parting your lips. “So wet already, darling. Now get that tight little ass out that door and in my car.”

Sense pushed through the haze of lust that Gator was quickly stirring up in you and placing both hands on his chest, you shoved him, hard. It wasn’t an easy feat but you managed to back him up just enough to hop off the stool. 

“Go to hell, Gator. You don’t want me. You just don’t want anyone else to have me. You’re such a goddamn hypocrite,” you seethed, remembering all the times he pushed you away, all the hurtful words he’d said. “Look at all the other ladies in this bar. Can’t be selfish now. Got to spread yourself around, right?” 

You grabbed your purse and a hand locked around your wrist, yanking you into his chest. You gasped, looking up into eyes that had now softened, melting into warm whiskey and lush green forests. Those eyes that had fooled you, that had convinced you that maybe, just maybe, there was something worth fighting for behind that damn tough guy mask he wore. 

“Darling, go get in the fucking car.”

“No!” you protested, trying to pull away but his hold was too tight and you had no hope of breaking it.

“I’m not gonna say it again and we ain’t gonna do this here.” His arms locked around your legs, hefting you over his shoulder like a sack of Idaho potatoes.

“Gator! Put me down!” you yelled, slamming your fists into his back, kicking your feet uselessly as he strolled out of the bar and around the back. “Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he huffed, dropping you to your feet. The minute you made a move to step away, his hands covered the brick to the sides of you, his body pressing into you, pinning you against the back of the building. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You obviously wanted my attention and now you’ve got it.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Oh no?” Then his hand was under your skirt again, fingers bypassing the slip of silk as if it was nothing, sliding through your slick and pressing into your heat. A moan you couldn’t have stopped if you tried escaped you and he grinned, teeth pressing into the flesh of his lower lip. “You telling me you don’t want that? How about this?” You gasped as he curled his fingers within you. “Funny. I don’t hear you protesting.”

“I hate you,” you growled, grinding down against his hand. 

“You don’t have to like me, darling, but you’re still fucking mine, you hear me? Coming in here with those tits hanging out.” His other hand dragged your shirt down, exposing you to the cool night air. His large palm covered your breast, kneading the flesh, squeezing roughly while his thumb ran over your clit, his fingers still driving you to the brink of madness. “These beautiful fucking tits are mine.” 

His head dropped, lips trying to capture yours and you snapped at him, attempting to bite. Maybe you’d fuck him but you weren’t kissing him. You were still pissed. A rumbling laugh shook his body as he tilted his head in amusement. 

“Feisty little kitty tonight, aren’t ya? Guess I’ll have to put my mouth to better use.”

Lips latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the hardened peak, and fuck, you hated him. You hated him so much but it felt so damn good. He was just so damn good at making you lose touch with reality, forgetting every single reason that he was a bad idea. Because right now he didn’t feel like a bad idea. Nothing about him felt bad because it was just too damn good. His teeth raked over your nipple and your hand flew up to cover your mouth, muffling the shriek that clawed its way up your throat.

“Uh-uh…none of that,” he ordered, dragging your hand away from your face. “I want you screaming, honey. I want you to fucking scream my name so no one ever mistakes who you belong to again.” His nose traced the line of your jaw, his fingers slamming into you punishingly while his thumb dragged over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs shook, hands clinging to his shoulders, breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. “Yeah? You hate me but ain’t nobody can make you come as hard as I can. You know why? Because I’m a winner.” That nose traced up your throat until his lips were at your ear. “Now come for me, darling, and let everyone know who’s making you feel this fucking good.” 

He bit down on your earlobe and you screamed, fingers clawing at his shirt as your entire body shook with the force of the kind of orgasm only Gator had ever given you. 

Strong hands on your arms spun your body, pressing your front against the building. He hiked your skirt roughly up to your waist. You heard the clang of his belt buckle, the slide of his zipper, and then the tip of his cock was dragging over your slit. 

“Fuck…” he hissed as he pressed the tip in. “So wet and hot.”

You splayed your hands against the brick to keep your skin from rubbing up against it. Jaw dropping, eyes rolled up as he slammed into in one thrust, stretching you, filling you in the way only he could. He was so fucking thick. The first time you hadn’t been sure you could take him but take him you did and fuck if you hadn’t walked funny for a couple days after that. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” demanded Gator, slamming into you again and again, working out his aggression. He hated having his ego threatened and you’d done exactly that earlier. When you didn’t answer, his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing your back against his front. His other hand roughly grabbed onto your breast, fingers pinching your nipple painfully, twisting as he hissed, “Don’t be a brat, not after the shit you pulled earlier. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” you gasped, struggling against the lack of air as his hold on your throat tightened, fingertips pressing into your skin. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“You…Gator…you…”

He released your throat and you sucked in a large lungful of air. Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling it into his fist, yanking as he pistoned his cock into you. You grabbed onto his thighs, eyes rolling up and into your head, completely blown out with lust and desire. 

“Yes, you’re fucking mine. Mine. Just mine,” he growled as he slammed into you over and over. “Playing fucking games, being such a little bitch. Just want to piss me off. But no more. Every inch of you is mine. No one else gets to touch this, you understand me?”

“Yes…yes…” you groaned. 

“Shit, darling, I’m gonna…” He pulled out of you, spinning you around. “Get on your fucking knees.” You dropped down, gravel digging into your skin. His hand gripped his cock, pumping it. “That’s it. Gonna take all my cum like the dirty little whore you are, aren’t ya? Open that pretty mouth for me.” With a grunt he filled your throat with his release, head dropping back. Those eyes burned into yours, watching as you swallowed him down. “That’s my girl.” 

Reaching out his hands in offering, you took them, and he guided you to your feet. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, that familiar anxiety coiling up in your stomach because you were an idiot. You were right back where you started. Giving Gator exactly what he wanted and getting nothing in return. This entire night had been nothing but a shitshow. What had you been thinking? 

“Come here, darling,” he crooned softly, pulling you into his chest, the soft and sweet side of him showing once again. “You know I want you, don’t ya?”

You looked away from him, eyes focused on the streetlight, not wanting him to see how badly you wanted that to be true. Somewhere in the plan that had been just good sex, you’d started to actually care for him and you knew you were pathetic for it. You didn’t need him to remind you.

“Hey, look at me,” urged Gator, finger pressing under your chin. “Let’s go back to my place, huh? Come spend the night with me.”

“No, that’s alright. I have to…”

“You have to what? It’s Saturday, darling. I know you ain’t got nothing to do tomorrow. You ain’t exactly the good little church girl.”

“But you’re the good little church boy.”

“I think my daddy can handle me missing one Sunday. Come on.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse things,” he laughed, smirking down at you and damn if you didn’t want to kiss him. “I know I’m an asshole but what were you thinking? You really thought I was gonna let some dickhead put his hands all over my girl?”

“And what does that mean exactly? Your girl? How many girls you got, Gator, since you unselfishly spread yourself around so much?” you demanded. 

“Last count, I only had the one. Look, I’ve been a first class prick. I know that but darling, I…damn it. Can you just come back to my place? This shit is hard for me and you know it.”

“Yeah. I do. But history has shown me nothing ever changes so why should I?”

“Because I don’t want to ever see you with anyone else. I might have to shoot the next son of a bitch who has the balls to look at you,” Gator said with a teasing smile. “I can try, okay? I’m willing to try. You willing to give me the chance to try?”

Those eyes widened, burning you straight through to your center. Damn it. You were probably insane for even considering it. You were probably going to live to regret it but you wanted it. You wanted him. You didn’t know why. He was, by all accounts, a walking red flag, glaringly telling you he would never change but you wanted to be the one. The one he wanted to change for.

“Fine. I’ll give you a try but damn it, Gator, this is the last time. If some things don’t change. If you can’t give me something real, I’m done.”

“How’s this for real?” he grinned, hands cupping your ass as his lips crashed down onto yours. 

#gator tillman #gator x reader #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x y/n #smut #rough #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #joe keery #gator tillman smut #gator tillman fic

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Bloody, Dead, and Sexy (DabiHawks/reader)

Explicit sexual content, MDNI

CW: threesome, knifeplay, choking, biting, spit, double penetration, rough sex, overstimulation, murder (not reader), blood

WC: 2.8k

Gender neutral AFAB reader

Title is the name of a band btw

The door squeaked as I pulled it open, rusty springs being nudged to life and quickly shooting back to a resting position. A rush of warmth from the space heaters wafted over my frigid skin. My eyes scanned the room before settling on a partially covered head of blonde hair.

“You got a light?” I asked, stepping toward the disheveled couch. The man reached for a pink lighter that sat on the fold-out table. He handed the lighter over to me. I grasped it in my frigid hand as my other fumbled through my pockets. I pulled out a single cigarette, perched it between my lips, and sparked the light. I held the flame up to the end of my cigarette and watched as small plumes of smoke began to rise. Pulling the light away, I held it out for the blonde and sat beside him. 

“Kinda dead tonight, huh?” I mumbled as I took a drag. 

“Maybe twenty, twenty-five. I forget how many I invited.” He spoke with a self-assured tone and a crooked smile. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I guess I didn’t realize you were the host,” I mumbled, looking across the room for an ashtray. “Let me put this out-”

“You’re fine, man, It’s all good.” He chuckled, putting his arm over the back of the couch. “It was mainly my…friend's idea to have this whole thing. I just wanted to get high and kick back.” He flashed a toothy grin and ran his fingers through his messy blonde locks. I quickly looked away as my cheeks began to heat up.

“I think I was gonna head out, but that sounds like a nice evening,” I smiled as smoke poured from my nostrils. 

“Come on, you’re here now. Why don’t you join me,” he leaned in, eyes flicking across my face. “Take some pills and play games with me.” He plucked the cigarette from between my lips and took a drag. His golden eyes were locked onto mine. His painted fingers tapped against the cigarette as he awaited my answer. 

“Okay,” I said with a small smile. He inhaled, hands reaching into his hoodie pocket. He pulled out a clattering bottle of pills and twisted the lid open. 

“Open your mouth,” He mumbled as he took a pill between his fingers. My eyes darted across the room as an intense heat sparked in my face. I opened my mouth and watched as he placed the pill onto my tongue. I closed my lips around his fingers and swallowed. His fingers nudged my mouth open, aureate eyes looked at my tongue. His lips curled up into a smile. He removed his saliva-soaked fingers from my mouth, only to grab another pill, this time one for himself. After swallowing he took a drag from the cigarette. The embers had consumed most of it. He snuffed the ashes out in an ashtray. He quickly leaned forward, hands coming to push at my puffer jacket. 

“It’s a bit too warm for this,” he spoke, eyes scanning up and down my body. “The pills make you feel warm too,” he pulled the jacket away from my arms and let it drop to the floor. I impulsively reached out and tugged at his hoodie. He chuckled as I pulled the fabric from his body. I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular frame. 

“I thought you’d have something on under that…” I mumbled as I handed the hoodie back to him. 

“It’s laundry day,” He shrugged, leaning in. He gripped onto the arm of the couch, caging me against the plush fabric. “You feelin’ anything?” He asked, chapped lips just barely brushing against my neck. A rush of euphoria flooded my senses, whether it was his touch or the pill, I didn’t know. I nodded. He pressed his lips against my neck. His hand moved from the couch to my thigh, tugging my body further down the couch. 

“What was that?” I asked, hooking my legs around his hips.

“Oxy.” He smirked as he rolled his hips against mine. I could feel his stiffening cock through the layers of denim that separated us. I whimpered and gripped his arm. Just over the sound of our voices and the faint pounding music ringing from the house arose a scream. My body stiffened, eyes jutting toward the door. 

“Baby, I’ve got you. Probably just pushed someone into the pool,” he slid his hand up my shirt. His frigid hands made goosebumps rise on my skin.

“It’s cold out though,” I mumbled. His other hand quickly yanked my jeans down my legs. I unhooked my legs from around his waist. “What if someone comes in?” I asked, gripping his wrist tight.

“It’s my fuckin house, I’ll do whatever I want,” he pushed my shoes off of my feet and continued tugging my jeans down my legs. Once they were off, he sat back on his shins, looking over my partially unclothed body. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, grabbing his hand and guiding his fingers to the waistband of my underwear.

“Keigo,” he smirked as he began tugging my underwear down. The seams creaked as he roughly pulled the fabric from my body. 

The door suddenly pushed open, I quickly grabbed my jeans and pulled the denim over my bare legs. My gaze darted to the door. A man with jet-black hair stood in the door frame. I quickly sat up off of the couch and pushed my body toward Keigo as my eyes met the splatters of blood that decorated his white shirt. The man dropped the stained knife in his hand. The metal clattered as it hit the concrete floor. 

“Bitch wouldn’t stop running,” the man groaned as he stepped toward us. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Keigo's lips as if he’d done it a million times before. Then his cerulean eyes dropped to me. My body was still pressed against Keigo. “Well you’re cute, ain’t ya?” He grinned, reaching out to grab my chin. “Forgive me for barging in so suddenly, but I think you were about to fuck my boyfriend,” his tongue darted out and licked across his lips. Despite my previous shock, I melted into his touch. My shoulders dropped, fingers losing their grip as I let my body loosen up. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I gripped his shirt with one of my hands and tugged the bloodstained cotton over his head. He broke from my lips just to pull the tainted shirt off. Keigo pushed me back onto the couch. I waited as the two men sat on either side of me. 

“Dabi, go get the lube,” Keigo pointed to a table in the corner of the room. The brunette got up off of the couch, cushions dipping as he moved. Keigo's hands pulled at my top. I let him slip the shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare. 

“This doesn’t seem fair,” I mumbled as I undid the button on his jeans. He bit down on his bottom lip and watched as I pulled his cock out. Spitting into the palm of my hand, I guided my slick fingers over his length and began stroking him. 

“Fuck-“ he groaned, hips bucking into my hand. He grabbed my face, pulling me close and smashing his lips against mine. The couch dipped as dabi sat next to me. His warm lips trailed across my shoulder. His fingers kneaded the flesh of my thigh. He tugged my leg so it sat on top of his lap, leaving me spread open. He spit onto his fingers and brought the soaked digits to my cunt. The tips of his fingers started moving in slow circles around my clit. My lips broke from Keigo. 

“Dabi,'' I whimpered as I palmed his hard cock through his blood-stained jeans. 

“You like that?” He chuckled as he slid his fingers down to my entrance. He slowly slipped inside of me and started a rough, slow pace. I nodded and leaned in to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. He pulled back. A glimpse of silver caught my eye. He flicked open a switchblade and pointed the tip at me. 

“Use your words.” He grunted. 

“I like it,” my words came out as a jumbled mess. “Mm, faster please,” I whimpered. He smirked and brushed the edge of the blade across my shoulder. He put pressure on the steel with his hands. A sharp sting pricked my skin. My breath hitched as his fingers sped up with every centimeter of skin he sliced. A flood of endorphins made my body quake. I clenched around his fingers as I came, gripping his wrist tight. My other hand stalled its movements as a haze washed over my brain. 

“Keigo, I think we got a real whore on our hands,” Dabi chuckled, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips. He moaned and stuck out his fingers for the blonde. Keigo opened his mouth and brought the fingers over his tongue, closing his lips and sucking roughly. Keigo moaned and pulled off of the fingers with a pop. He stood up off of the couch and moved between my legs. I watched as he tugged me toward the edge of the couch. His hot breath tickled my skin. His tongue darted out and quickly flicked over my clit. My hips jerked forward, my fingers locking onto his hair. A burning sharp sensation on my stomach jerked my attention away from the blonde. 

“Stay still,” a set of half-lidded cerulean eyes stared me down. He pulled the blade away and gripped the handle between his teeth. He began to ease his jeans over his hips. His flushed cock sprang free and hit his abdomen. I glanced down, noticing the array of silver that adorned his length. He gripped my chin tightly. The cool metal of his rings pricked my skin.

“Look at me, baby,” he smirked as he began stroking himself. I quickly glanced down at his cock. Another prick of sharp pain sprung up from my thigh. “Up here,” he spoke sternly. 

“Mm fuck- sorry,” my voice was broken, my words came out as high-pitched sighs between breathy moans. 

“You better be,” He said, pressing his lips to mine. Keigo slipped two fingers into my cunt. My thighs began to quake, muscles aching as I forced myself to stay still. Keigo moaned against my core, sending vibrations straight to my overstimulated nerves. Dabi pulled back, blue eyes scanning over my face. 

“He’s good with his tongue, ain’t he?” He said with a sigh as he stroked his cock faster. I could merely muster up an “mhm” as my body lit up. “You gonna cum, baby?” He said, pinching one of my nipples. Again, I could only speak in broken, incoherent mumbles. My hips jolted, toes curling as I came. A desperate cry slipped from my tongue. I leaned against Dabi, my body falling onto the cushions as he stood up.

“You okay, baby?” Hawks asked, peppering gentle kisses over my cheeks. He slipped his hands underneath my hips and turned me so my body was parallel to the couch. He quickly stepped out of his pants and moved to kneel between my legs. I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to my aching core. Dabi handed him the bottle of lube and a condom before removing his pants. Keigo popped the cap open and drizzled some over the length of his now-wrapped cock. I reached forwards, wrapping my hand around his cock and smearing the cool liquid over his heated skin. 

“You want me to fuck You?” He asked as he brushed the tip of his cock against my cunt. I nodded, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. His hand wrapped around my throat, fingers squeezing my carotids. I gasped, tongue lolling out of my mouth. “Want me to fill this pretty cunt?” He grunted as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into my entrance. “Fuck,” Keigo grunted. My blurred vision focused on the man behind him. His painted nails sunk into Keigos as he slowly sunk inside the blonde. Keigo pushed further in. His golden eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he started rough thrusts. His hands moved onto the armrest as he used the leverage to fuck me hard. My body bounced with the force of the two men.

“You’re sucking me in, baby” Keigos voice came out as a high-pitched whine of sorts. 

“I’m fucking that cunt next,” dabi mumbled as he kissed Keigos neck. 

“Mmf fuck-sogood,” Keigo moaned. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, rolling off his chin and down his toned chest. He brought one of his hands to my clit, index, and middle finger circling the overstimulated skin. My back arched off the bed. A suffocating heat wrapped itself around my body as I drew close to another orgasm. 

“Harder,” I squeaked. The couch cushions began to creak as I dug my nails into the fabric. My head began to smack against the armrest with the force of his hips. My breath left my chest, mouth agape as I panted. 

“I’m close, gonna cum in you,” he groaned, circling his fingers faster.

“Fuck!” The word fell off of my tongue, “cum for me, cum!” I panted. I gripped his biceps. Red streaks sprang up from his flushed skin as I scratched at his arms. His eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunching as he came. Static washed over me as my body was flung into another orgasm. My sore muscles and aching nerves cried for relief. The couch quickly shifted. 

“Hey,” dabi tapped my face. The white taking over my vision began to dim, revealing the flushed face of the brunette. He was smirking, canines showing as his eyes flicked over my fucked out form. “You on the pill?” He asked as he pulled the condom from his cock. I nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. He bit down on my bottom lip before pulling back to look at me again. “Good ‘cause I haven’t cum yet and I wanna fuck you raw,” he said, lining himself up with my cunt, “you want that?” He asked as he toyed with my chest. 

“Fuck me,” I mumbled. He stuck two fingers in my mouth, pulling my jaw down. He spat into my mouth, laughing as I quickly swallowed.

“Fuckin’ slut.” He groaned as he slipped inside me. He grabbed my calves and swiftly brought my knees to my chest, folding my body in half. He started a relentless pace, earning squeaks and creaks from the couch below us. “Oh fuck yeah, you like that?” He grunted as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck. I moaned as his teeth sunk into my skin. Something close to a growl emitted from his throat as he clamped down on my skin. He pulled back, just to mash his crimson-stained lips against mine. 

“Babe, you want in on this? ‘Cause I’m about to cum soon,” Dabi spoke between grunts. Blonde locks soon appeared by my side. The two men flipped me onto my front, laying on top of dabi. The brunette pressed a kiss against my cheek as he slid inside me once more. Cold, wet fingers prodded at my ass. Keigo pressed kisses along my bloodied shoulder. He slid his fingers inside, whispering praises with every inch. I moaned and leaned forward to press my chest against dabi. 

“They’re clenching hard,” Dabi said with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around me. “Put it in,”

I was met with a burning, stretching feeling. My eyes watered, clit throbbing as the pain blended with the pleasure of feeling utterly filled to the brim. The two started a slow pace as I adjusted to Keigo's cock. My voice was splintered, instead of moaning, I let out strained pants and clawed at Dabi’s shoulders. The slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room along with groans and grunts coming from the two. Their pace accelerated, and the movement of both of their cocks inside me was enough to flood my brain and scramble my thoughts. Drool spilled from my swollen lips as I approached another burning climax. 

“Mmmf want me to flood your cunt?” Dabi babbled as his thrusts became erratic. Keigo's grip on my hips tightened as he began to lose his tempo. My body began to quake in one final release. A scream crawled its way out of my chest, accompanying the flood of sensation that swept across my spent body. Trickling warmth spread through my insides as the two stalled their motions. 

“Shit…” Keigo muttered as He pulled out. A thud sounded throughout the room as he flung himself onto the other couch. Dabi held me tight, pressing kisses to my temples.

“Hey babe? Can we keep them?” He asked

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #read on ao3 #dabi smut #dabi x reader #touya smut #touya x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #dabi x y/n #hawks x y/n #hawks smut #hawks x reader #keigo takami smut #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

[janegumball]

⭐️ Sneak Peek⭐️

And then finally because there was that little “indie animation day” on Twitter a few days ago, I had an excuse to show some progress on a small experimental project of mine.

The animatic is finished and now I’m working on backgrounds here and there. However MAJOR DISCLAIMER, only time will tell if it ever sees the light of day beyond this post because it’s for personal development!

The lineup of imaginary friends are based on some concept doodles I did when I was 16, the originals you can find if you dig in my Deviant Art page, haha.

But yes, just wanted to share. It’s been a great for-funsies type of thing.

#art #illustration #cartoon #drawing #artists on tumblr #animation #nod #sandman #oc #original character

[reikarimaaa]

I’m bored and it’s 00:09 at my place rn so here’s some personal Gorillaz headcanons of mine. (and no there’s no specific order so enjoy ig)

// tw: nsfw, long long hcs, I’ll try to shorten these i swear that was a lie , ooc a bunch , oh and RussDoc //

// General Band hcs //

When Noodle was about 10, she’d always sneak into Russel’s (or 2-D’s) room to cuddle up with him whenever it was raining at night or if she had a nightmare.

2-D has the worst eyesight out of the four, even worse than Russel’s for some reason.

Noodle’s hair during Phase 1 (that weird buzzcut) is because of Murdoc’s antics; Russel told him to cut her hair as it was getting too long, and… it came out funky.

Noodle’s iconic helmet is gifted from Murdoc after he failed to cut the girl’s hair correctly. A walkman was also gifted with the helmet.

During the recording of TNN, 2-D just kept writing songs that always tied back to Murdoc; he tried to change said lyrics, but it just wouldn’t work, so he went with it (not that he minds much, anyways).

Noodle and Ace were childhood friends. First becoming friends after about a few months of living in Kong Studios up until the El Mañana incident, which caused them to cut contact for a long while until Phase 5, where they reconciled.

Russel and Murdoc had known each other for a long time before Gorillaz had even been formed, and they’ve been dating on and off during those moments before Gorillaz. Now with the formation of the band, they’re closer than ever.

Russel has given Murdoc a taxidermy of a crow in remembrance of Cortez, though it’s never been the same for the bassist.

2-D had played dress-up all the time during Phase 1 with Noodle; playing princess, having tea parties, even sleepovers!

When Noodle had her first period, Murdoc was confused as hell (and was briefly disgusted), 2-D was more curious as to why and how, and Russel just became the dad, buying her chocolate, bringing hot water bottles to relieve any pain, and he even buys her tampons and pads if she ran out (true dad indeed). Applies to every phase basically.

Del likes to play with Noodle whenever Russel lets him. It’s quite the sight, a little Noodle being taught how to gamble by one of the funkyphantoms living inside Russel’s body.

// Band members x S/O //

When you asked 2-D for help with doing the laundry, he accidentally poured in crack instead of detergent in the washing machine. Your clothes that were unlucky enough to be washed in that washing machine 2-D used reeked of drugs for a long while, and 2-D apologized profusely and even bought you new ones to replace the old ones.

2-D definitely likes it best when you walk together in a park holding/ linking hands; he feels that there’s a bond forming (and he won’t bump everywhere as he can’t see well at all).

2-D asked you out to the local chippy during your first date with him, and he tried his best to impress you, all calm and prepared and all. It’s just that special 2-D charm that always gets you.

Murdoc, who successfully coaxed you into entering his Winnebago with him, realized that it was all messy and definitely made your skin crawl. He tries to quickly clean it up, but it fails. At least he gave you a big, fat barrage of apologies and hugs for the mess.

Murdoc definitely does not do/ enjoy PDA very much, but whenever there’s S/O’s ex/ enemy nearby, he’d get all close and cuddly to you all of a sudden. You like it when he’s like this.

Murdoc would definitely take you to a fancy-enough pub for your first date with him; he even took a shower and he wasn’t too rude to everyone involved, and it was all just to impress you! If that isn’t dedicated, you didn’t know what was.

Russel… he accidentally spilled some animal blood on you when he was doing one his taxidermy projects. You said it was only a small splatter, but he offered to clean it squeaky clean, even if it isn’t very noticeable at best.

Russel likes long, cold walks during winter with you. He always says that the snowflakes falling are like you dancing and falling from above.

Russel during the first date would take you out for a picnic in the park, or perhaps a midnight stargazing experience with him. He’s more of a person who’s enjoy doing these little things with you, and it warms your heart. It does, really.

Noodle would collect little things like seashells or little scraps of things to make you a pretty bracelet/ ring/ necklace out of. Noodle broke one of these that she gave you earlier in the day/ month/ year on accident, and she treated you like a queen for the rest of the day, even if you try to convince her that it’s no big deal.

Noodle likes to go out and adventure with you into the woods, a creek, places like that and such in search of memories and little bits and bobs.

Noodle took you out to out to dinner at her place, as she thinks that this’ll impress you, and it did; her room was tidy, the food was amazing, and Noodle was just all around perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, not even for a minute.

// Nsfw shit below //

Whenever Murdoc just wouldn’t shut up at times when Russel was too tired to have sex in bed, he would just let his cock sit in the bassist’s mouth; a semi-replacement for sex when the drummer’s too tired to do so.

2-D masturbates quite often, and whenever he comes, it’s always a fuckfest; his nice, clean sheets have these stains, and they’re permanent stains, mind you.

**Applies to phase 5 Noodle and above** Noodle enjoys self-care, and has quite the array of dildos at her fingertips. Usually uses them to relieve period cramps; she’s read somewhere that sex can, and it does the job well, for cramp relief or simple pleasure.

Russel absolutely dominates Murdoc in bed, but sometimes the roles are reversed. Murdoc and Russel definitely likes it when they degrade and fill each other up. (Breedy breedy degradation kink who???)

yeah there’s not much down here, but I’ll definitely try.

— hearts, Harami

#gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz imagines #russdoc #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #russel x murdoc #russel x reader #russel hobbs x reader #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #2 d gorillaz #2d x reader #2d gorillaz #noodle x reader #noodle gorillaz #noodle #harami’s headcanon humania #Reika’s writing

[unknownspecies]

[Not Shy]

[Mikey x f!Reader]

There were people who were considered shy, socially anxious, or even easily flustered. You were often mistaken for these traits, but you never thought yourself to be any of them. You were just… quiet. You never spoke, and when you did, it was usually no more than just a few words. 

Despite being visualized as an emotionally constipated girl, You really had an active social life, always hanging out with friends or playing on your sports team. You were a kind girl as well, never refusing to help out others when needed. 

However, you also knew that because of your quietness, no one really sought you out other than your close friends. Which kind of sucked, but you were fine being by yourself sometimes just as much as you liked being with other people, so it didn’t bother you that much. 

What you didn’t know was that there was someone whose eye you caught: A well known boy in the school named Mikey. Everyone knew about him, how he was a well known martial artist and how he would “claim” friends even in other schools and force them to hang out with him. Despite some rumors of him forcing friendship onto others, most knew that he was just an idiot who was trying to get to know as many people as possible. 

The reason why Mikey never really approached you, though, was because he was intimidated by you. What you weren’t aware of was that your quietness gave you an intimidating demeanor. The way you held yourself with confidence, the way you stayed quiet and listened, and the way you seemed to stare into people’s souls and analyze them was what scared him. Well… he wouldn’t consider himself “scared,” but rather… nervous. 

Luckily for him, luck came on his side. After a few months of simply observing you, you were paired up with him, and his best friend, for a science project. 

Mikey was excited to say the least. He finally got to interact with the quiet girl that he never really knew much about, and he knew about everyone. 

You sat down in one of the chairs of the three tables that were moved together. Mikey’s leg was bouncing on his feet, contemplating on what to say. “So…” He scratched the back of his neck, “I’m Mikey, but I guess you already knew that.” He mumbled the last comment. 

You smiled and nodded. You looked at the worksheet for the project outline in front of you and slid it towards Mikey and your other partner, Draken, tapping at the “Project Topic” section with your pencil while giving them a questioning look. 

Mikey straightened up, happy that he was saved by his awkwardness by the need to get this assignment done. I guess school is good for one thing. Draken decided to take the lead in the conversation, after internally cackling at Mikey’s flustered attitude. 

He leaned back, “We should do something simple, that doesn’t require much work yet gives us a good grade.” 

You tilted your head for a moment, mentally searching for topics you three could do. Mikey internally swooned, thinking that the small gesture was so cute. Wait… where did that thought come from? He shook his head, he barely even knew you and he was getting these weird ideas already. Though he wouldn’t hesitate to admit that you were pretty.

Mikey and Draken watched as you lit up and scribbled something on the paper. After a few moments, You slid the paper towards them and they read what you had written. 

How effective different cooling sleeves 

are at keeping water bottles cold.

They all looked at each other. You looked at them with an expectant look on your face. Oh how expressive you were despite speaking no words, it’s like he knew what you were saying. 

Draken nodded, “Seems simple enough. I have a beer can cooler and another thicker one back at home. I think Mikey has one as well.” He turned to his friend, “The pink one with the Hello Ki–” Mikey threw his hands onto his friends loud mouth. 

“No no! It’s not mine! It's my sister’s!” Draken pushed his hand aside. “No, it’s yours. Emma gave it to you for your birth–” Mikey shushed him loudly again. If he could kill his friend that moment he would’ve. 

You watched them with mirth in your eyes and laid your hand on Draken’s arm that was resting on the table. When their attention went to you, you nodded, and smiled. And it was at that moment that Mikey realized that you were far more than the pretty he had viewed you two minutes ago. You seemed to radiate light out of your skin and that was the moment Mikey decided to win your heart. 

Two weeks passed as they did the project. They all decided to do it at your house because it was the best option out of those three. It would’ve been Mikey’s house, but Mikey insisted that the three have it at your place because of some reason where “you have the best fridge model out of all three of us.” He didn’t know what fridge model you had, he didn’t even know fridges had models, but you didn’t care enough to question him further, and simply agreed. (This totally wasn’t a plot to get closer to you and to prevent you from meeting his sister.)

Mikey considered this time to be the best of his life. They really spent a majority of the two weeks chilling together, as they had finished the project within two days. (It was really sticking water in the fridge then checking the temperature when they were put outside with the three different cooler wraps.) 

Draken, God bless his soul, easily figured out Mikey’s small infatuation with you and proposed the idea of hanging out with you more often. You accepted, of course, happy to make new friends. And maybe, just maybe, you had also gotten a small attachment to the short blonde who, unknowingly to you, started to think the world of you. 

~~~

It all started a month later. you were close to both Mikey and Draken, and hung out with them often enough. You still hadn’t spoken much. They had heard your voice a few times already (Mikey almost fainted the first time, and the second, and the third.), but it still wasn’t common, even the average quiet person spoke a thousand times more than you. 

Draken watched as your crushes grew on each other and internally laughed, reminiscing on when he had his own crush on Emma and asked her out. Emma eventually figured out what was happening (read: Draken couldn’t hold the gossip in and spilled) and encouraged Mikey to confess to you as soon as possible.

Mikey actually decided to take the advice, and bought a small bouquet of flowers and a packet of dorayaki to confess to you when school ended. 

But God decided to take away whatever luck He had bestowed upon him. 

Right as he was about to walk up to you in dismissal, he saw a scene that made him wish he could spoon his eyes out. 

It was a boy, about your age, walking up behind you with an affectionate smile on his face. He tapped you on the shoulder and when you turned around, you squealed and jumped on him to hug him. 

The stupid, ugly, dumb haircut boy laughed and spun you around before pecking you on the top of your head and ruffling your hair. He saw as you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eye, and then you spoke. You were talking to him?! Just who was this boy? Mikey was itching to grab him by the shoulder and beat him up for taking his crush away from him. You were his, not this random stranger’s. But he stayed his hand, deciding that if you spoke to this guy and not Mikey, then obviously… he didn’t even want to finish the thought, but it came crawling out anyways. …obviously you didn’t like him like you did this boy. 

How dare he? How dare this random stranger take you away from him and kiss you on your head, defiling your hair, and walking away with you. 

The flowers fell from his hand as Draken came up behind him. Mikey frowned, sadly mumbling, “I guess she doesn’t like me then…” His best friend looked at him, it was unusual. Draken didn’t like seeing Mikey sad like this. Although he never showed it, it broke his heart to see his best friend crumble. 

It was strange, Draken thought, on how friendly you acted with the guy. Yet the affection you seemed to show this stranger was different from the affection you seemed to show Mikey. Almost like he was a close friend rather than a romantic partner. He decided to investigate. 

One week later, Draken had pulled you to the side. That one week was hell, for all you, Mikey, and Draken. 

Mikey avoided you like the plague. Thinking that the less he saw his crush, the less he would feel heartbroken. He really did like you, and it shattered his heart to see you talking to someone else. You never spoke to Mikey. It was always short answers, if there were any at all. Yeah, you always interacted with him. You laughed at him (he loved that sound), you touched him when you wanted to hug him (or smack him), you spoke through your expressions to him. Yet you never verbally spoke to him. 

You, on the other hand, were confused. Why was Mikey avoiding you? Have you done something wrong? You realized that you didn’t hang out with him this week, but you were too busy hanging out with others. But still, even when you had plans to go out with other friends, or preferred to stay home alone and have some time for yourself, Mikey never gave you an attitude like this. You yourself became upset as well. You had really liked him, and was hoping to confess to him soon… 

And Draken? Draken was wondering how to get information out of you. He was really overthinking the whole thing when a simple question would’ve fixed everything. He asked his friends in other schools about this newcomer in their lives and found out an interesting thing. Apparently he visited you often, which didn’t make the situation any better in the slightest. But the thing is that those friends claimed that he did not have a girlfriend whatsoever, which confused him greatly. 

In the end, he decided that talking to you directly was best to clear up the situation. If you were dating this guy, then what’s done is done. The best thing he would do is to help Mikey move on. But…if by chance you weren’t dating him, and he was just a close friend, then he would be more than happy to tell Mikey that you were free to date him as soon as possible. 

During lunch, he pulled you to the side. 

“Hey, I have a question to ask you.” He stared down at you, a stern look in his eyes. 

Your own widened, wondering what warranted this curt behavior from Draken. You kept staring at him, waiting for him to continue. 

Draken huffed, “The guy that you left with last week, who was he?”

You tilted your head in confusion, processing the question before it hit you. 

“My cousin.” Draken blinked. “We grew up together, so he likes to visit sometimes…” You replied quietly, staring at him as you watched the gears turn in his. 

Draken threw his head back and groaned. No wonder things weren’t adding up. This guy was your cousin, not just some rando. Not to mention he seemed like a brother to you. He rubbed his eyes, he was such an idiot. He should’ve pieced this together long ago. 

You stared up at him inquisitively, waiting for him to explain. “Um, both Mikey and I thought… that… uh… you and your cousin were dating.” Draken mumbled the last statement so softly you could barely hear it. 

…

What?

Mikey thought you were dating someone? You internally groaned. That’s why he’s been avoiding you. You thought that the way he’s been acting a month before the whole incident meant that he liked you back, and you were hoping that you hadn’t been reading too much into it. But with Draken’s unspoken confirmation you felt elated. 

You immediately turned and ran towards where you last saw Mikey: behind the school building eating his lunch. Draken stayed behind, letting you take care of the situation from here on out. 

When you saw Mikey, he was picking at his food with a sad frown on his face. He looked up at the sound, and his frown deepened when he saw that it was you. 

“Oh now you’re here? Don’t you have your boyfriend to go bother?” He hated the words he said, but it was the truth, wasn’t it?

You huffed at his pouting and bent down in front of him, hand resting on your knees as you stared into his eyes. He looked away. Mikey was too intimidated by your stare, too flustered at your beautiful eyes, too sad that you weren’t his. 

You grabbed his face with your hands and made him face you. Mikey blushed, you were so gentle, he could barely feel the pressure your hands were putting on his cheeks. 

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, searching for the most effective way to say what you wanted to say for the past month. 

“He’s my cousin.” He stared at you in shock, barely digesting the words because he was too busy appreciating the tone of your voice. When he did process the message, though, he dropped the bit of food in his hand. 

You touched your forehead to his, “I like you, Mikey.” And he swore that he was hallucinating. You liked him? What? Since when? How did he not know this? Why was he so stupid? He should’ve just asked you. You should’ve just told him. Does Draken know? What is going on?

You giggled softly at his reaction before kissing him. You pulled away too soon for Mikey’s liking, and got up. 

Smiling at him, you said, “Let’s go to class, then get some ice cream after… We’ll let Draken pay.” You outstretched your hand, smiling wider when he took it and got up. 

Mikey then gave the biggest, toothiest grin ever. “Yeah!" He laughed loudly, "I was craving ice cream too. But…” He stared at you in the eyes, not looking away.

You looked at him in silence, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I’d like for it to just be me and you, please.”

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Whirling of Leaves and Petals

The Fine Line: Act I (masterlist) Background Information + Hypothesis Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: none in this part Word Count: 2.1k A/N: sooo i'm finding that writing for al-haitham is rather fun lol

I. Background Information Grand scribe Al-Haitham is positive he hates you. There is no other possible reason for the jumble of thoughts that fill his head whenever he sees you or when he hears your name in conversation. He's a rational man, and rationality is telling him that he dislikes you. You’re simply an acquaintance of his, an old friend from his days as a student at the Akademiya who somehow wormed their way into his life and refused to let go. He can’t imagine why you keep trying to pull him to all sorts of events. From open Akademiya lectures to showing up at his place claiming to have been invited by Kaveh to join them for dinner. He ignores the way his roommate makes sly comments under his breath about how you’re both rather close. No, Al-Haitham is positive that he hates you. 

Why else would he hesitate when having to reach out to you, his hand hovering when he has to knock on your door to your office with an extra pastry from your favourite bakery in your hand. It’s not like he can’t not be aware of how much you adore this bakery. 

You had dragged him to it on their opening day when you were both still students. Your lecture had been released early, and without giving him a chance to make the excuse that he needed to return home to study, you had already looped one arm through his, unaware of the blush that had risen on his cheeks as you forced him to try all the cute desserts. 

So when he goes to your office now, it's courtesy, he tells himself, to be bringing you this snack solely because he happened to be passing by the bakery. And it's not because he wants to see the way your eyes light up and you mumble out a thank you while excitedly taking a bite. 

He clears his throat as he places a folder on the table, already filled with notes taken from library books and whatever material you could get your hands on within the House of Daena. Embossed in gold with the symbol of the Akademiya staring up at the ceiling, he doesn’t bother to match your excitement when he informs you that your joint project had been approved by the Akademiya. It was petty work, having to speak to the sages about the project that you had approached him with: investigating one of the ancient languages of the desert. 

If he had it his way, Al-Haitham would have tackled the project himself, conducting extensive in person research and analyzing the data alone, without help, because that was what he did best, working alone. Yet he couldn't find himself turning you away with a door to your face when you had come to his office just as he was about to leave for the day. He had taken in your tired eyes and drooping shoulders, paired the lackluster greeting you had given him and decided that he could be late to his weekly roommate dinner. (He won't admit he missed the way you would usually say his name with a warm smile).

“The sages will trust your judgement more than mine.” You had sighed, mumbling a string of unflattering words about the Grand Sage himself as Al-Haitham stared at you in amusement. He wasn’t going to lie and say he was relishing in the fact that you had to come to him for help. That didn’t mean he really wanted to conduct this research. He worked best alone, and yet, a small part of him felt some sort of thrill rush through him at the prospect of working with you. More importantly, he disliked the frown on your features.

“Finally admitting that I’m a better scholar?” He couldn’t help but tease you. Despite the tired look on your face, you still managed to scrunch up your face in annoyance and poke at his chest. 

“I’m simply taking advantage of my resources.” You replied snarkily, “You happen to be on good terms with them. And as I am your oldest friend, you’ll help me, right?” He can hear the uncertainty in your tone even if you’ve done a wonderful job at masking most of it. 

You hadn’t given him a chance to reply, softly adding, “Please.” Al-Haitham stared at you. One moment, you were ready to tease him and indulge in mindless banter, the next you let him see the waver in your confidence.

Hence he found himself talking to the sages and pulling strings in the background just so he could place one folder on your desk. He tells himself that it’s just him giving back for all the times you’ve put up with his sarcastic comments and crude remarks. You’re a brilliant researcher, there’s no doubt about it, so perhaps there’s a little piece inside him that’s simply curious to see your research process. But by all means, that doesn’t mean he’s excited to work with you. 

“You did it!” Al-Haitham nearly flinches at the way you practically throw yourself forward, eyes flickering jumping between the folder and his crossed arms. The small vase of dried flowers teeters dangerously at the edge and the Scribe has half a mind to chide you for not being careful. He lets his eyes linger on the dried flowers for a second longer than he intends to, noting that it’s the same one he had given you during your first day officially working at the Akademiya. It had been a gag gift, the Scribe bluntly saying how he was considering getting you real flowers as a welcome gift, but had been reminded that you couldn’t keep plants alive. Of course he wasn’t actually planning to get you flowers, but still, his point stood. Instead, he relished in the offended expression that came across your face as you grumbled about tossing away his “stupid and unwanted” gift. Yet here it is, sitting at the corner of your desk. He shakes himself from his thoughts and goes to open his mouth to speak but you’ve already launched into your thought out plan for carrying out research.

“—and we can conduct data collection together! We haven’t done that since we were students in that one hundred person lecture, do you remember that?” Al-Haitham wants to roll his eyes, tuning out your mindless chapter as he flips the folder open to look at the packet of pages that make up your project proposal. On the front page, printed in neat typing is both yours and his names, side by side, separated by a tiny cursive-like figure. His lips tug up. It looks quite nice, doesn’t it?

He comes to the conclusion that he doesn't hate you then. He simply finds you annoying. (For now.)

II. Hypothesis He's sure it’s that same feeling of annoyance when you burst into his office a month later, greeting him warmly as you place a cup of warm coffee on his desk. He doesn't need to take a sip to know it's his favourite, after all, you've never failed to bring him his favourite drink during your weekly meetings. Weekly meetings for research he reminds himself quickly, for a research project that the two of you have been working collaboratively on. Once a week, you find yourself walking through the quiet Akademiya, a bag hanging from your shoulders as you navigate the large building to the double-door office with a plaque reading “Scribe Al-Haitham” at the front. His office is large, much larger than your own, yet minimalistically decorated and you make the quiet assumption that it’s solely because Al-Haitham has no sense of interior decorum and can’t be bothered to make his office feel more homely. You’ve never failed to point it out, commenting that his office reminds you of Grand Sage Azar. And with every backhand comment you give him, paired with that teasing smile of yours, Al-Haitham levels you with an unamused look. Yet he can’t help but wonder, he isn’t that uptight, is he?

“I was reading through some books that Kaveh had let me borrow and came across some information about an ancient temple, which last time it’s been researched, is half buried in the sand!” You’re rather enthusiastic about something in the desert, and while Al-Haitham can’t quite understand why, he finds that he likes the way your eyes light up at the prospect of going on an expedition. He watches as you laugh to yourself about certain findings, filling his usually quiet office with chatter whilst you pull items out of your bag and place them on his desk.

So perhaps he finds he doesn't mind your presence in his office. You brighten up his space, always barging in at a time where he’s already hard at work. Perhaps ‘barging in’ isn’t the right term. He’s well aware of what time it is whenever you walk in, but he likes to believe that you always arrange these meetings at times when you know he has things to do. That doesn’t mean he won’t pause from his work 5 minutes before you’re scheduled to waltz in and ensure his office is clean. It’s so you won’t complain, he tells himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

He thinks you’re still annoying of course, already talking about that most recent finding with this sparkle in your eyes that he can't help but get lost in. You’re speaking so excitedly, hands moving around as you explain the conclusion you had come to. You laugh under your breath when you stumble over your words and his heart skips. No, he curses himself, that was simply a reaction to you not letting him speak. But he doesn't interrupt you.

"Are you listening to me?" You sound almost offended as you lean forward, one hand splayed out on his desk as you narrow your eyes, searching his face for any sign that he might be feeling ill. It’s unlike Al-Haitham to be so distracted, and since the moment you started talking, you couldn't help but notice his blank stare fixed on you. You’re not even that close to him and yet he freezes. he can see the way your eyes shift and that cute little furrow of your brows when you hold his stare. He needs distance, quickly.

He scoffs and shifts in his seat, "Of course I am. You were talking about a new conclusion. I hope you've written it down so we can go over it again. The next time we go to the desert we can verify the information too." You roll your eyes at his words, pulling away and Al-Haitham feels like he can breathe again. You fall into the chair across from him, pulling our books from your bag and laying them out in front of him. Pages flip by as you thumb through pages full of mixed handwriting, shared notes passed between the two of you. It’s easy to determine who’s written what, with his typical neat handwriting and yours ranging from pretty practiced letters to sharp scrawls when you come across something exciting. Your voice blankets over him, and he finds himself distracted with simply hearing your voice, rather than what you actually have to say.

“—so if we explore this area first, it’ll set us up on a direct path for a quick expedition.” You circle a location on the map with the pen in your hand, drawing Al-Haitham’s attention to the desk. His gaze drifts from where you point on the map to the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. It’s not usual for many in Sumeru to wear jewelry, but it’s the sight of this bracelet in particular that holds his attention. Glinting back at him is a beaded bracelet of noctilucous jade that pokes out from beneath your sleeves. He wants to scowl at the sight of it yet it retains his gaze longer than he would like to admit. It was a birthday gift from his roommate the year prior, and Al-Haitham remembers the way you had excitedly wrapped your arms around Kaveh in gratitude for his thoughtfulness. But if his roommate was more perceptive, he would’ve known that cor lapis compliments you better. 

“Does that sound good to you?” You tilt your head slightly, nervous eyes betraying the confidence in your tone. Al-Haitham curses himself for getting distracted. He clears his throat and leans back in his chair, pretending to be considering your words even when he has no idea what you’ve just said. Regardless, he has no doubt in his mind that you’ve been able to come up with a solid plan.

“Yes, of course it does.” He meets your eyes and hesitates before speaking again. “I’m surprised you managed to come up with this.” He expects you to scoff and tell him off, yet instead you grin brightly at him and lean closer once more.

“There’s more to me than you think!”

Archons, you’re going to be the death of him.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 A/N: sooo how are we feeling about al-haitham :)) sexy cocky prideful man makes me want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time also if you want to be tagged in "the fine line" send me an ask!

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