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maxidentscene · 1 year

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puppy love

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. the kids are lovesick! they’ve caught themselves up in a big fat crush and act like total fools

chan wants to figure you out

As the person who’s caught his interest, you’ve become a constant thought in the back of his mind. Would you like the track he’s working on? Do you think this pullover looks good on him or should he pick a different color? What are your thoughts on ice cream and cake and every other desert on the planet?

Basically, he wants to know everything about you. He wants to know the way your mind works, he wants to pick you apart and find more things to adore about you. Because of this, he’s always asking for your opinions on the most miscellaneous things

“Hey,” he hikes your legs up from where they’re resting on the couch to make room for himself before plopping them in his lap. “Do you think I could beat all of the guys in a swimming relay? All of them.”

You thoughtfully hum and take note of the dopey smile on his face, dimples on display, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If I say no?” You tease back playfully, leaning into the soft cushions of the couch

The disappointed shake of his head makes you giggle and you decide to just entertain him. “Yes, I think you could beat them all,” you start, stopping to think for a moment. “But there’s no way you could beat me.” Even if it were a lie, it was worth it to watch Chan’s face light up as he laughed

lee know gets oddly jealous even if he shouldn’t

Minho is trying to be reasonable about these feelings that have been rapidly growing for you. Instead of stressing, he’s taking his shot at enjoying and welcoming the feeling of infatuation

This isn’t an easy thing to do when his losers for group members hang with you just as much as he does. You’re familiar and friends with all of them, but sometimes Minho really can’t find it in himself to be rational about your proximity with everyone else

It’s not a raging jealousy, nothing that makes him act out and cause a scene. It’s subtle, whether it be letting out an annoyed sigh to the members when they get too close or being quick to steal the seat that’s next to yours when out to eat

A perfect example would serve to be right now, Seungmin jokingly draping his body over yours because he was oh so tired from the ‘rough’ practice Minho enforced upon them today

Sure, he was just being friendly and comfortable with you, but that didn’t stop Minho from softly kicking the back of Seungmin’s shin to get him to stand up straight. “Get walking before we leave you here.” When the younger shot him a knowing look, he only shrugged in response

changbin simply can’t crush

Honestly, it would be an obvious crush if anything. You’re fully aware that Changbin has a crush on you, it’s a growing thing between the two of you that you sort of just slowly build together

In a way, it’s endearing. You’re both pining after each other and it’s sickening to anyone who is watching but in your eyes, it’s perfect. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while. Dancing around the topic at hand and just flirting back and forth, constantly in each other’s personal space, spending more time with each other than necessary

Changbin has been nothing but sweet to you, taking care of errands with you and talking to you about his day, letting you in on the kind of person he is. Everything about your relationship is being taken slowly, a nice pace that you’ve mutually agreed on

“Why don’t you two just date?” Hyunjin asked from the kitchen counter, sat on the marble and kicking his feet back and forth as he stared at the two of you cuddled up on the couch. Changbin shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up in defense, excusing himself to his room

You didn’t think much of this, knowing that Changbin will talk about that when he’s ready, which he’s assured is soon. It has to be ‘perfect’, or so he says. For now, you’re okay with being his cuddle buddy every weekend

hyunjin keeps his composure (mostly)

You wouldn’t know it, but Hyunjin has a pretty cool and calm exterior for someone with a raging crush on his best friend. Everyone in the world seems to know but you and that’s just because he’s so good at hiding how lovesick he is when he’s with you

It’s totally okay if you take a sip of his drink when you’re thirsty and it’s more than okay when you slip on one of his beanies because you feel like you’re having a bad hair day at the dorm. It’s very very okay if you’re just so cold that you have to hug Hyunjin and let him shield you from the winter air, tucking your hands into the pockets of his hoodie to meet his own

At least that’s what you think. For fuck sake, he’s a mess every single time. Every little thing you do has him reeling, his heart is pumping so hard you’d think Changbin convinced him to join in on cardio day. He’s thankful that you can’t feel his pulse or see the way he’s shaking ever so slightly when you’re too close

“Hyune, can I stay over tonight?” You asked with a frown, defeat written all over your face and he can only blink back at you, silently asking for an explanation. “I think it’s gonna snow pretty bad tonight.. I don’t wanna drive in that.”

Yeah. You’re gonna be the death of him, one way or another. He really needs to get this whole crush thing sorted out immediately

han literally does not know how to act around you

Even though he’s a nervous ball of…. nerves around you, he still manages to act as normal as possible. Even after all of the time you’ve spent together, which can be chalked up to almost a year, he still finds his hands clammy when he’s left alone with you

Truth is, it’s easy to talk to you and he likes everything about you. Jisung wants nothing more than to spend endless time with you, learn what you like and don’t like, maybe take you out on a date eventually, he doesn’t even care if that sounds like he’s getting ahead of himself

“You did so good out there Sung, you literally lit up the stage!” You showered him in compliments after a performance, knowing how insecure he was feeling before he went on. You noticed the way his mouth slowly fell open, visibly stunned, and found it adorable

It’s getting easier, of course, it’s only natural considering you see each other almost everyday. He’s able to hold conversation for longer than 2 minutes at a time and he can actually manage looking right into your eyes when he talks to you

“Ha, uh, you’re welcome, I mean thanks!” He’s sure that he’ll always be a little shy around you and he doesn’t see it as a bad thing. You make him want to produce so much word vomit that he actually thinks it’s cute, the effect you have on him is insane

felix showers you in gifts

Felix is a gift giver! Probably the biggest gift giver in the world, he loves to spend money just as much as he loves to shower the people he loves in presents. Of course, he knows that gifts are superficial and they don’t always mean everything, but it feels good to get you things that you talk about a lot

Every single time, Felix manages to totally surprise you. He’ll give you a pretty gift bag on a really bad day that makes you instantly light right back up or he’ll take you out to dinner on nights where you ramble about wanting to go out and do something

“This is the one… right….” His freckled face heated up as he realized that he may have bought the wrong item for you, feeling uneasy about your facial expression. Little did he know that you were damn near in tears because he managed to, yet again, catch you off guard

It had been a messy day and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed. It was like a domino effect, one bad thing simply led to another and you were at your breaking point

But, when Felix showed up to your door with a brand new heating pad because you were complaining about your back, you about burst into tears. “No. God, no, come in Felix,” you stepped aside, making sure to wrap him up into a thankful hug as soon as the door shut behind you

seungmin wants to be in your personal bubble

After years of knowing you, Seungmin is more than comfortable with you. He sits himself in your lap, he snuggles up to you when he’s sleepy but can’t go to bed yet, he snakes an arm around your waist to sway with you when a familiar song plays in whatever shop you’re visiting together

But, these aren’t really just random touches at all. Sure, he’s like this with his members and other people he’s close with, but you’re a little different. He loves your space, he loves being close to you and maybe he’s touchy on purpose

“What’s the deal?” Your eyebrow shoots up in suspicion as your peace is interrupted. You were laying on your belly, reading something on your phone when Seungmin sighed and draped himself across your back playfully. “A mattress? Is that all I am to you, Seungmin?”

“A comfy mattress,” he corrected you with a giggle when you reached behind your back, hoping to find his mouth so you could shut it. Instead of that, you found his hand instead, the sound of Seungmin’s cooing making you roll your eyes

“Aw, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could’ve just said so,” he mocked before grabbing it and refusing to let go

jeongin is the biggest tease

You can feel his sharp eyes watching you from across the table, cheeks heating up as he witnesses your struggling. Usually the sauce packet in your hands would be open in seconds, but you swear, your fingers are slippery and the packaging isn’t cut like it normally is and-

“Oh, is it too hard?” Jeongin chirps at your frowning form, smiling with the deepest dimples and gingerly taking the package out of your hands. He can’t help but laugh at the way you smack his arm in retaliation, mumbling about how you ‘almost had it’

At first he exaggerates a struggle, huffing and puffing as if the small foil was way too powerful for him to withstand, but you shot him an icy glare and he pulled it open almost immediately

He could only laugh that breathy laugh that has him gasping for air, shoulders shaking as he got up and dumped the seasoning into your noodles. “That was such a workout,” he stated before fanning himself off with his hand

This sort of behavior would probably piss you off if it were literally anyone else. But Jeongin? He does it right, he teases just enough to get you to bite the inside of your cheek in attempt of hiding a smile

#bang chan x reader #chan x reader #lee know x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids headcanons #stray kids comfort

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yuwuta · 7 days

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hi 👋 bsf upstaging bf with choso???

ok i’ve gotten asks for pretty much every other jjk boy on this subject and i want to say something as an overarching theme: all of them ain’t shit. not a single one of them. there’s a scale, some (gojo) are worse than others, but in general, none of them really give a fuck, if that means upstaging, sabotaging, or straight up kicking your boyfriend to the curb so that they can be your boyfriend instead then so be it. but they’re not shit, NONE OF THEM!! but there is a hierarchy and different methods of execution and all that, so here’s where they stand

president and ceo of not being shit: satoru gojo

why would satoru care about your boyfriend? in any and all universes, he is raised in a world where consequences mean nothing to him. so what if he’s a little rude to this guy? so what if he buys you a ridiculously expensive birthday gift that might be seen as romantic? so what if he offers to take you on a vacation that happens to overlap with your boyfriend’s birthday? the worst that will happen to satoru is nothing; the world bends to his whims, never the other way around.

it’s a combination of complete self-confidence + trust in you + getting joy out of bothering people that earns him this number one spot. he’s confident in every sense of the word, so he doesn’t see your boyfriend as a threat. even if satoru didn’t love you romantically, he wouldn’t see a boyfriend as a threat to your friendship either, because he has no doubts in himself—and to the second point, he doesn’t have any in you either: you’ve proven your loyalty to satoru, proven that even when he pisses you off, you still love him, even when you’re dating somebody else, you still make time for him, even when he’s being shitty and stubborn, you don’t kick him to the curb, you just pinch his ear and bring him back down to earth. he’s always chosen you, but you’ve always chosen him, too, so again, what’s to fear when a boyfriend is added to the equation? nothing, because satoru knows this guy can’t earn or replace the loyalty you’ve given him.

and to top it all off, he likes watching your bf grind his teeth. he likes watching this guy have to hold his breath, because what can he say without sounding like an ass—he won’t ask you to tell satoru to fuck off because he hasn’t done anything wrong. treating your best friend to fancy dinners and exotic getaways and designer clothes is just nice when you have money—your bf would be pretty shitty to deny you that. and he’d sound insecure, too. and satoru knows your bf doesn’t have the balls to confront him, and even if he did he’d lose. it’d be embarrassing. so, satoru wins. he always wins. satoru engages in psychological warfare, and he has the physical strength, social power, and financial security to back it up, so he, literally, can never lose. and, sure, having your bf around is annoying, but it’s so much fun to watch other people lose that he lets the guy stick around for a while. you’ll get tired of him and run back to satoru eventually, and he’ll confess this time… hopefully.

vice president: kento nanami

if you expected kento to be lower on this list, think again, because he is just as bad. he’s only second place because he’s not as overt, nor does he wish to actually taunt your boyfriend like satoru would. for kento, you’re just his number one priority. you always have been, ever since you came into his life; it was confusing at first, for him to care so much about you beyond an objective sense of responsibility, but overtime he came to realize that he way he wants to take care of you is different. he doesn’t just want to ensure your comfort and safety physically, he wants to make sure you’re taken care of emotionally, he wants to bear your burdens for you, not just help you through them.

kento is a good friend, a trusted confidant, a reliable person overall, and over the years, he’s inadvertently raised your standards. casual situationships and relationships where you’re not the priority become unappealing when you’ve had someone by your side for so long who’s treated you better than that. if your best friend can buy you flowers, and make reservations at new restaurants, and drive an hour to pick you up in the rain, and cook for you when you’re feeling sick, then why would you tolerate anything less in a romantic partner? these things are the bare minimum to kento, but most other men fall far below average; it’s hard for them to compete where they cannot compare.

so when you do accept a partner, kento is skeptical at best. he knows that what he does for the people in his life isn’t necessarily special, but he doubts that your boyfriend is capable of doing even that—and even if he does meet the standards, he’ll be outclassed anyway. because kento is a good person, but he’ gotten really good at how to be good to you. your boyfriend might get you flowers, but kento already knows your favorites. your boyfriend might send chocolates, but he doesn’t know which ones you’re allergic to, and the brand you prefer; kento does, which is why the ones he bought for you are gone within the week, and the generic box sent over by your boyfriend was re-gifted to satoru. when you voice your doubts about a date your boyfriend mentioned wanting to plan, kento feigns interest, and then innocence when he asks if you’re busy a few days later, if you’d like to help him bake something instead—something he knows you’d much rather do. the short version is—kento knows you, and he uses it to his advantage. he uses the knowledge gained during your friendship to outclass anybody in your dating pool, and he does it so smoothly that it hardly seems intentional or harmful, but it is. which is why he’s just as bad, if not worse, than satoru.

treasurer: megumi fushiguro

there’s actually no au in which megumi isn’t shit because no matter how you square it, he gets it from his daddy. whether he’s raised by just satoru, just toji, or some au where he has them both in his life—the common denominator is that they’re there. if megumi ever did confide in either of them about hating your boyfriend, both satoru and toji would offer the same advice: “can’t you just get rid of him? what’s he got on you?” which is absolutely not how you should parent a child...

megumi might have his doubts about his personality, but he’s never been insecure about his appearance. it’s hard to be when he looks like that, but also when he’s had either toji or satoru (or god forbid, both) in his ear his entire life. he might have some fucked up attachment issues and skepticisms about the general population, but he has a very secure view of himself. so, to start, he’s not impressed by your boyfriend, and is honestly a little offended that you think this guy is objectively more attractive, or that you’re more romantically/sexually attracted to him that you are to megumi—or even, any of your other friends. he’d rather you start dating nobara or yuuji, at least he could live with that because those are pretty people, but your choice in boyfriends… he’s not trying to be mean but you could do better. you’ve done better.

secondly, megumi…. doesn’t care about him. at all. he’s not like satoru in that it brings him happiness to tease your boyfriend, he’s not like kento in that he skews your standards in his favor to nudge your boyfriend out of the picture; megumi literally does not care if this guy lives or dies. your boyfriend could drop dead and megumi would be like damn… that’s crazy… and move on with his life. which is a wild view to have of your best friend’s partner; and it also drives said partner to madness because why the fuck won’t your childhood friend acknowledge his existence?? but again, megumi doesn’t care that his apathy towards your boyfriend bothers him—megumi doesn’t see him, doesn’t know him, doesn’t care to know him, and it drives a wedge in your relationship.

thirdly, megumi is, canonically, a bully to people he doesn’t like. if your boyfriend gets angered enough to the point of confronting megumi, or whining to you, then it’s inconsequential to megumi to hurt him, and he won’t hold back. also on the reverse side, if there was a situation in which your boyfriend was getting hurt or needed help, then megumi is not helping. he’d probably just watch, or join in.

after a while, megumi grows past apathy into exhaustion. he thinks you should do better, he thinks you should know better, he thinks he’s better. and he is. he’ll show you that. (also, he is most likely to try to seduce you into infidelity because he doesn’t care about your boyfriend, so you’re single to him).

first secretary of not giving a fuck: yuuji itadori

jealousy is something that yuuji used to feel guilty about, guilty enough to drive him to confiding in satoru/nanami about his feelings and seeking advice for how to deal with it, because he thought being jealous meant that he was being a bad friend to you. but neither of his mentors are shit, so yuuji learns to adopt the age old mantra: all is far in love and war.

he’s better than satoru in the sense that he doesn’t antagonize your boyfriend, he’s better than kento in the sense that he doesn’t outwardly outclass your boyfriend’s efforts, he’s better than megumi in the sense that he does care about people outside of his immediate circle of friends, and as long as your boyfriend is a human, then yuuji will care about his life; but in all other senses, yuuji is surprisingly neutral, and in some cases, actually worse.

yuuji has two things to his advantage that he absolutely abuses: his likability, and his strength. when it comes to likability, he can just play the friendly, nice guy card. wrapping his arm around your shoulder, twirling you around in a hug, pinching your cheeks, playing with your hair, laying on your lap—he’s just yuuji, he’s just being friendly, he’s just being nice. it’d be pretty shitty of your boyfriend to tell him to be meaner to you, no? ^.^ yuuji is also sneaky with this in that he uses it to say otherwise mean things under the guise of a friendly disguise, and people rarely think otherwise of it. (“it’s fine if you go to the club with us if your bf doesn’t want you to. it’s not like you’re gonna marry him” “are those boxes giving you trouble, man? not surprising, haha!” “you guys didn’t break up yet? aw... i mean... well, no i meant that, but come on, let’s take shots!” all said with a smile that looks like this 😇😇 on his face)

in terms of strength, it’s an unbeatable challenge for your boyfriend—because even if he gets pissed off at yuuji being too close to you, too affectionate with you, too sweet to you, what’s he gonna do? because he certainly can’t beat yuuji in a fight—he couldn’t even beat yuuji in a race, he couldn’t even beat yuuji at mario kart, so there’s nothing for your boyfriend to do but shutup and wallow.

second secretary: yuuta okkotsu

does he need an explanation… does mr. “how rude, this is pure love” need an explanation… does mr. “i will kill itadori yuuji myself” need an explanation… does mr. “i won’t let sensei kill his best friend again, [i’ll do it myself]” need an explanation… hasn’t he already proved himself as the single most loyal and contently insane person on the planet…

once you have yuuta’s loyalty, you have it forever. not even for life, because he’d find a way to transcend space and time to protect you in the next one. even if, for some reason, you didn’t want it anymore, you have it; yuuta’s love is final sale, no exchanges or returns. the only reason he’s not ranked to be worse than megumi or yuuji is because yuuta has one grave disadvantage: he is not normally confrontational, and is the definition of anxious LOL. he’d feel bad if he didn’t make an effort to get to know your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he has to like him...

yuuta might know that he has feelings for you, but he’s honestly content with a platonic relationship if that’s how you choose to express it towards him. if you want to be friends, then he’s your friend; your love is that pure and vital to him, that he takes it in whatever form he gets it. he’s desperate for you in a way that has him completely at your whim; he doesn’t need reciprocity to love you, just knowing you, and knowing you accept his love is more than enough. keeping him around as friend, keeping him in your life, keeping him in your mind—that’s all yuuta could truly ever want. so, even when you have a boyfriend, it stings a bit at first, but as long as you still have the same amount of room in your life for yuuta, then he won’t do any harm to this guy.

unless: (a) your boyfriend makes it difficult for yuuta to have access to you, (b) your boyfriend outrightly ticks yuuta off, or (c) the worst option, your boyfriend does something to hurt you or make you sad, then he’s off yuuta’s radar completely. he won’t confront, and he won’t intervene. but if any of those conditions are not met, even for a second, then your boyfriend is as good as gone and there’s little anyone, yourself included, can do to stop him.

honorable board members: choso kamo, toji fushiguro, toge inumaki

everything about choso is on sight. it takes one wrong move, the slightest misstep, even a breath out of place and he will end your relationship and your boyfriend’s life if he has to. choso does not play when it comes to the people he loves, he won’t stand for you being hurt or mistreated in any way. there’s no subtle psychological warfare, there’s no shovel talk, there’s no blame game: choso sees something wrong, and he takes it upon himself to correct it. your partners have one chance to treat you right, or they’ll wish they hadn’t met choso to begin with.

toji doesn’t really chase people, but you have always been the exception. he hates to admit it, but he’ll follow you anywhere you go, not caring for whoever else you decide to bring along. if the journey of your life is a car ride, toji always calls shotgun, and he doesn’t really care who else gets in the backseat, until they ask him to get out of his—then there’s a problem. and he’s never once felt bad about turning some guy into a hitchhiker.

the greater good should be thankful that toge takes a voluntary vow of silence, because if he said even half of the things that were on his mind, the world might, quite literally, be set on fire. toge doesn’t care—not like megumi, him not caring isn’t apathy towards the life or death of other people, he just doesn’t care what reaction his actions pull out of people. you’ve told him it’s annoying when he pinches your cheeks and steals your boba, but that won’t stop him from doing it, esp not when you look so cute when you’re angry. yeah, he knows people get annoyed by his pranks, but that’s whatever. he knows your boyfriend hates when toge’s around you, but he doesn’t care. if it brings toge joy, he’ll do it. honestly, even if it doesn’t bring him joy, he’ll do it because he wants to. he’s not immune to consequences like satoru, he simply doesn’t care about them! he’ll just deal with it, he’s got a high tolerance for it—your boyfriend, however, seems like a weakling, so toge will simply outlast him. he’s outlasted all the others :)

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strangesem · 11 months

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Dropping in with a request!

Could you do either Miles or Hobie (you can choose) with a Spider person reader who everyone thinks is scary and intimidating but actually just really quiet and shy?

THIS IS SO CUTE (and also very much fits my spider-sona 🤭)

hobie brown x intimidating but shy reader

a/n: I took a brief hiatus bc I’m trying to get my license but I’m back and more feral than ever

FIRST OF ALLL I feel like part of the reason people think you’re intimidating is bc of your spider-suit?

like maybe the mask is “spooky” or it’s super dark or what have you

and if you have good posture that would definitely make you seem sm more intimidating? like you’re just standing there upright saying nothing

even though you’re only quiet bc you’re shy, no one knows that!!!

except for hobie

tbh I feel like he originally approached you to annoy you or knock you down a peg?

but when your response was so quiet and soft he was like ?????

he doesn’t believe in consistency soo you’re basically his new best friend

but genuinely you would both bond so fast, largely due to how well your personalities even each other out

but also because no one else really talked to you bc you seemed “scary”

I also feel like you’d end up forming a trio with pavitr bc he’s too sweet to be intimidating by your “rough exterior”

and pav is the number one supporter of you two getting together I’m serious

“I can feel the tension, you guys should go to dinner after this”

“DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU? he’s in loooooveee”

speaking or pav; when you first met he *did* get jumpscared a little bit with how quietly you move around, and compared you to a ghost

it really stuck with hobie bc he immediately started calling you “ghostie”

(you’re crushing way too hard at that point to care let’s be real)

once you get together he’ll probably start spending more time in your world; just chilling at your place

teasing you occasionally about how nervous you are to even just open your door and talk to a delivery guy (he WILL do it for you if you ask though he doesn’t care lmao)

he’d also want you to spend a bunch of time in his dimension bc he wants you to go to his shows! go to all his favourite pubs with him!!

but if that’s all to overwhelming for you, even just lounging in his bed is more than enough to appease him

he likes that it smells like you after you leave

also!!! he definitely would want his partner to wear his clothes

if you’re bigger and his “normal” shirts don’t fit you comfortably? he’ll steal some oversized shirts and wear them a bit before handing them off to you!

hobie loves loves LOVES taking part in conversations where people are talking about how intimidating you are bc it’s hilarious to him

peak comedy even

“nah they’re a little cutie pie; couldn’t hurt someone if they tried”

“[spider-sona name]????”

miguel absolutely despises you both though bc hobie’s full time job is already being a menace to him and then you just stand off to the side and stare? WHISPERING TO HOBIE??? he can’t.

peter b parker though? he LOVES you guys. you’re his otp and she will sometimes point to show mayday what “true love” looks like

#not proofread #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk #spider punk x reader

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luvhughes43 · 8 months

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daddy? | dad!trevor zegras x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌙

request: Could I please request a Trevor fic? Maybe taking place rn where he posts a picture of his girlfriend and their two freshly born twin girls? Like he kept his gf and the pregnancy a secret but decides to just announce I after they are born and everyone sort of losses it? Could just be fluffy but for a little more angst the public reacts badly because he is somewhat young and his public persona doesn’t scream “responsible dad” to them.

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trevorzegras 03/08/23 💗💗

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jackhughes best kept secret of all time

jamie.drysdale dad

jackhughes daddy

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ynuser ❤️❤️❤️

user11 who let trevor fcking zegras get them pregnant😭😭😭

user44 FRRR😭😭😭😭

user38 trevor has..k..kids… and they’re not mine? this doesn’t seem right

user99 i’m sorry is anyone else concerned for these kids? like trevor is so unserious and he’s also in the nhl.. like how is he going to take care of them? he can barely drive a car and now he has TWINS?? with a girl weve never even seen either? he probably got her pregnant during a 1 night stand and is just now taking responsibility because he can get attention from it...

user73 ??? do u know trevor personally? maybe yn likes her privacy? u don’t know their lives. i’m sure he’s a great dad. u don’t have to be so hateful over people you do. not. know.

user61 uhmmm… okay…

user12 what ?

user61 he’s barely 22 how’s hes gonna be a good dad? to twins no less. boy only cares about hockey and his weed😭 he’s not gonna be a father to nobody’s kids even if she is really pretty😭😭😭

a few months later...

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trevorzegras my whole heart❤️

ynuser we love you so much!

_quinnhughes the cutest kids

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user88 quinn hates trevor but he loves the kids😭😭

_quinnhughes the kids haven’t done anything wrong

trevorzegras ?? what i have done wrong😭😭

_quinnhughes be annoying❤️

user55 awwww😭😭😭😭🫶🫶

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trevorzegras the babies are growing up🥲❤️

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ynuser theyre getting so big🥹🥹

trevorzegras i need them to stop growing fr

jackhughes can u bring them over soon? they dont like when i watch bluey without them

user22 JACK A BLUEY STAN CONFIRMED???

trevorzegras jackhughes 🫡🫡

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ynuser mom and dad night out🥂

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trevorzegras my love❤️

ynuser ❤️❤️

jamie.drysdale please go out more so i can babysit the kids

trevorzegras its not even fair they behave so well for u😭

ynuser jamies the baby whisperer fr

user10 STOPP jamie babysits for them?? thats so cute wtff

user41 notice how hes on his phone.. yeah he doesnt like her at all😭

ynuser he was taking pictures of me? lol

user11 u guys are so cute together im ngl lie😭

user87 MOM AND DAD

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auras-moonstone · 9 months

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hiiii idk if your taking requests but if u are can u please write like a heart breaking angst with jack and the reader but a sweet fluff at the end??? thank you so much <33333

i wrote this while i was on my period and i may have cried 🫣 hope you like it ! 💓

i know i miss you — jack champion

word count: 2,809

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: the relationship between y/n and jacks starts to fall apart, and y/n can’t take it anymore. when jack stands her up, she makes a decision.

WHEN Y/N FIRST MET JACK ON SET, she was very wary around him. He was charming, sweet, funny, caring—exactly the type she swore she would stay away from. Which is kind of ironic, isn’t it? Because those are qualities you usually look for in a person. But if there was something Y/N knew from working in Hollywood was: don’t fall for celebrities because they don’t have the best schedules for dating and you’ll get your heart broken. And Jack was exactly the type you couldn’t help falling for, so Y/N did her best to stay professional and have the least interaction possible. Did she succeed? Hell no. Jack Champion was the most social person Y/N has ever met.

“Jack, you need to stop talking. I can’t get your make-up done like this!” Y/N said, trying to sound annoyed but couldn’t help chuckling.

“Sorry. I’ll let you work” Jack apologised, his cheeks tinted a soft shade of red.

She melted at the sight. “You know I love talking to you. I didn’t mean it like that” she reassured him, not wanting him to get upset. “But they’re going to call you to do a scene and I’m going to get fired if you’re not ready”.

“Aren’t you being a little bit dramatic?” Jack laughed.

“Well, yeah, a little” she admitted. “And… done!”

“Thank you, you are the best!” he hugged her. “Are you ever going to get me fake blood or fake wounds?”.

“Are you subtly trying to get me to spill if you’re Ghostface or if you’re going to die?” Y/N crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“No! I would never use our friendship to do that!” he acted as if the accusation offended him.

“I’m really offended right now. Our friendship is over” she shook her head as she started cleaning the table.

“Let me buy you dinner tonight? You know, to win your affection back?” Jack spoke nervously, playing with his hands and looking at the back of her head.

Y/N froze. She knew they were walking on a fine line between friendly and flirting, and now he was crossing it. Her last relationship with an actor ended up badly—his interest to maintain their relationship deteriorated with the passing days until there was nothing she could do to save it. Y/N was left heartbroken and swore to herself she was never risking it again.

And then Jack came to her life with his cute dimples, bright eyes and dad jokes and completely swept her off her feet. Y/N fell for him in free fall—not being able to stop at all. And there she was now, unable to say no. Not wanting to say no. So she said yes.

And then one date turned into two, and then three and weeks later they became official. And everything felt perfect for the next few months, like they were inside of a romantic comedy. And life and fiction had one thing in common—the climax. And so the problems in their relationship appeared.

The filming of Scream 6 ended, which meant that Y/N and Jack could no longer see each other every day. They knew this would eventually happen, but they were positive they were going to be fine. Well, Jack was pretty positive, Y/N just hoped with all her heart her relationship with Jack wouldn’t meet the same ending than with her ex-boyfriend. Because she loved Jack with all of her heart, more than she had ever loved anyone else, and it scared her immensely.

The first punch in the heart came two months after they finished Scream 6: Y/N continued working as a make-up artist for movies and Jack had began filming Avatar 4, which required lots of time on set. She understood why his replies didn’t come as quick or why his texts weren’t long. He always made sure to add emojis and exclamation marks to let her know he wasn’t being dry, he just had short amount of time to talk to her—and she thought that was absolutely cute. They mostly face-timed or called each other, but as the production of Avatar continued, Jack grew restless; he arrived home very late and all he wanted to do was rest, so he started sending just texts.

And Y/N was very understanding, she knew how Hollywood worked. Not everything was going to be petals and pink all the time, they were going to have rough paths, especially because of work. What mattered is that both of them were trying their best to keep their relationship sane and intact. Until he stopped trying.

The calls were short and dry—she did most of the talking and he answered briefly. And texts? Well, she sent them but almost never got a reply.

“Y/N” he answered the called, lying on the couch of his trailer.

“Hey, babe! How are you?” she answered. Her phone was on speaker as she gathered her make-up stuff she had just used.

“I can’t really talk right now” he answered.

Y/N frowned “Oh, sorry. I thought you were on a break”

“I am, but you know… breaks are for taking breaks”

“Isn’t that what you are doing?” she asked confused, letting out a small laugh.

Jack sighed, Y/N could hear the irritation in his tone and she knew the fight was about to start “No, I’m not. I’m trying to rest but I know that if I don’t answer your call you’ll keep calling me and I’m tired”.

Y/N pressed her lips in a thin line, feeling like she had just been punched in the throat. “Right… sorry for bothering you. I’ll just… um- bye”.

She ended the call, and covered her head with her hands, letting the sobs escape from her mouth. Her chest felt like it was about to explode as she realized it was happening again.

Y/N left Jack alone for a couple of days, hoping that he would call her back and apologise, or at least be the one who texted first. But as it had been for a long time, Y/N was the one who took the first step.

hey love

hope you’re doing okay. sorry i didn’t text, been busy :(

our anniversary is tomorrow and i just wondered if maybe you’d like to come home to celebrate?

nothing fancy of course, maybe i can make dinner and watch a movie??

i love you 💖

He answered hours later.

hey babe🫶🏻!!

yeah, of course 💕

i’ll be there at 8, if that’s okay? i’ll bring dessert

i love you too💖!!!

Emojis. Exclamation marks. Hope filled her chest, maybe they were going to be alright. She went to bed with a smile on her face.

But the hope was short lived, because the following night, Y/N waited for three hours in the dimly lit kitchen, with dinner in front of her, the scent of the lavender candles surrounding her, with the red dress Jack loved so much on and the playlist they made together resonating in the room.

She checked her phone for the hundredth time, still no response to her texts. It was clear he had forgotten, so totally resigned, she blew the candles out, put the food back in the oven, put her pjs on and went to bed. The playlist—which now played love of my life by queen—still on as she cried herself to sleep. She decided then that it had been the last straw.

Jack arrived at her house at three in the morning. He entered the house, which was completely dark, and went to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the burnt out candles and a note lying in the middle of the table.

i don’t even know if you’re going to come

but the food is in the oven.

He cursed himself for having fallen asleep. The filming took longer than usual, and he just planned to take a thirty minute nap, which turned into five hours of sleeping. Jack’s intention had never been to stand his girlfriend up. In fact, he had prepared a whole speech apologising for having been the absolute worst boyfriend in the world. But he screwed everything up.

Jack walked upstairs carefully, and when he opened their bedroom door, his heart melted and broke at the sight of Y/N. She was sleeping with a frown on her face and dry tears on her cheeks—sign that she had cried herself to sleep, and that made Jack’s eyes water, as if her tears had ricocheted.

The tall boy sat next to her, caressing her cheeks softly while he tried to muffle his cries, but it was impossible. Y/N was the best girlfriend in the world: so patient, so caring, loving, understanding and sweet. And the only thing he had done was hurt her.

“Jack?” her sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts, and he tried to clean his tears fast. “What happened? Are you okay?” the worry in her voice was a punch in the gut. He had stood her up, on their anniversary, and there she was, kind as ever.

“I’m sorry” he sobbed “There’s no excuse, nothing happened to me, I just fell asleep for longer than I wanted. God, I’m sorry, love, I didn’t want this to happen” he grabbed her hand, squeezing it.

“Jack… I wish that I could say it’s okay… but it’s not. I have been so understanding, but clearly work is consuming you. It is your number one focus, and I get it, but that’s not what I need right now. I can’t do this again” her heart felt heavy in her chest, but she needed to do it. “I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone, but I think it’s best if we break up… I can’t go on like this”

Jack wanted to fight this decision, tell her how much he loved her, and that he got it now, that he was going to be a better boyfriend because he didn’t want to lose her. But he couldn’t be that selfish. “I understand. I just want you to know that I love you. And I’m really sorry for the hell I have been putting you through for the last few months, you deserve so much better. I loved you, I still do, please never doubt that”

“I know, Jack. Trust me, I do. But your work is important to you, more important than anything. And it’s okay” she tried to smile as she cleaned his tears.

“Can I, if it isn’t too much to ask, give you one last kiss?” he asked hopeful.

Y/N thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. Their last kiss was salty from their tears, and it expressed love, sadness, melancholy and regretfulness. Their fingertips explored everything one last time, trying to memorise the feeling of each other. And when they pulled away, they felt nothing but emptiness. That was it. They were over.

“Goodbye, Jack”

“Bye, Y/N/N”

Jack left the room and the bed that used to be theirs. They both broke down when the door closed, but they did their best to keep quiet so the other wouldn’t hear. This was supposed to be for the best, but it sure didn’t feel right.

Y/N THOUGHT SHE WOULD FEEL AT LEAST A BIT BETTER AFTER HAVING TALKED TO JACK. Spoiler alert, it felt quite the opposite. It hurt more every day. Literally everything reminded her of him. Two days after the breakup she saw the cup he used to drink coffee in and literally cried for thirty minutes straight. She couldn’t listen to music because she always had a way of relating every lyric to him. And sleeping on the bed? Big no. The other side of the bed was cold and it still smelled like him—she always fell asleep on the couch.

Jack wasn’t any better. He messed up his lines more than ever, the food wouldn’t go past his throat, he was always on his phone looking at pictures of Y/N and him or reading their old texts. He was miserable, and everyone noticed.

“How are you feeling, man?” his friend, Romeo, asked. He face-timed Jack every day ever since the break up, wanting to check on him.

Jack sighed, holding his phone “Still the same. Today I heard Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and cried like a baby for hours. That was her favorite song”

“Holy shit, man. I’m tired of seeing you like this. You know what you should do? Go apologise. You had to lose her to realize what a dick you were being, and it sucks, but now you know. Tell her how you really feel. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Um, her saying that she doesn’t want to see me ever again and that I’m a piece of shit?” Jack asked.

“First of all, Y/N would never say that to you because she loves you. Way too much. Second, you don’t even talk or see each other anymore so what if she says that? It can’t get worse than this, but it can get better”

Jack frowned “You know what? You’re right!”

“Ah, my favorite words” he smiled smugly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m going to her house now” he said confident.

“Please shower first. I can smell you through the phone” Romeo said right before hanging up.

One hour later, Jack was standing on Y/N’s porche practising what he was going to say to her once he had the courage to ring the bell. He didn’t need to, through, because the door was opened by a very confused Y/N. “What are you doing here?”.

“Oh, hi. I though I didn’t press the bell” he said.

“You didn’t. I saw you through the security camera. Are you okay? You have been standing here talking to yourself for the past ten minutes”.

“You saw that?” Jack blushed from embarrassment. Y/N tried not to laugh as she nodded. “Shit”

Y/N took in his appearance. It had been almost three weeks since the last time they saw each other. His hair was longer, it didn’t have the shape of a mullet anymore but it still looked cute on him, he was as handsome as ever. But the bags under his eyes were very prominent.

“You look… good” Jack said, eyes taking her figure. She, just like him, had bags under her eyes, her hair was in a messy ponytail—which made her look adorable—, and her body was covered by a big cardigan. His heart stopped, it was his cardigan.

“You’re a liar, I look like shit” Y/N said.

“You still manage to look beautiful” he told her. “I’m surprised you aren’t kicking me out, so I’m just going to talk before you change your mind. Y/N, I know I have been the worst boyfriend ever. I didn’t take care of you like I should’ve, as you deserve. I’m sorry I put my work over you, I really regret it. Because, frankly, I miss you more than anything and these weeks have been the worst days of my life. I keep seeing you everywhere, everything reminds me of you. I have been a mess, and I know it’s my fault. But losing you is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You are one of the most important people in my life, and I’m sorry my actions didn’t show you that. I love you, and I want to try again with you. I know our love is worth fighting for, and that’s why I’m here, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. In fact, I’m sorry I ever left”.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and cried “I missed you so much. I should’ve said something, I should’ve told you how I felt, maybe we could’ve work it out”

“No, love. Don’t. It’s my fault” he rubbed her back softly, putting his cheek on top of her head.

“I want to try again with you. I do” she said against his chest.

“Really? Are you sure?” he asked surprised. It was more than he deserved, she was more than he deserved.

Y/N laughed “Yes, Jack. I’m very sure”

And so he grabbed her by the cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. They both almost cried at the feeling of the kiss, hours ago they thought they wouldn’t get to do that ever again. The consuming kiss, her palms against his cheeks, his fingers in the back of her neck, the heat of their bodies—it all felt like coming back home after being homesick. When they finally pulled away, they both smiled and pressed their foreheads together.

“Can we take a nap together? I have been having trouble sleeping without you” Jack said, blush coating his pale cheeks.

“Me too” she admitted. “Let’s go. The other side of the bed misses you”

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-three — real talk

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.6k content. swearing, mentions of hazing, mentions of sex

Suna barely remembers most of what happened at the party. It’s a real shame that what he does remember doesn’t look so good—and he definitely remembers what happened with Atsumu.

He avoided his friends all weekend in hopes of: a.) Atsumu forgetting everything he said, b.) possibly getting in a major car accident that renders him completely useless, or c.) postponing the aftermath until training on Tuesday. Try as he might, it seems like the third option is all he’s left with.

For the whole afternoon, Atsumu ignores the whole thing. He sets to Suna, hands him a water bottle, even tells him he played well. It’s like they’re nothing more than best buds, like everything is fine, good even.

“We need to talk.”

Of course all good things have to come to an end.

“Yeah, sure,” Suna says, trying to keep his cool as he follows Atsumu outside of the gym. They stop near the football field, empty save for a couple talking in the stands. “What’s up?”

Atsumu sits down on a bench and sighs. “I know.”

Suna takes the seat beside him and looks away, looks at the sky, the birds, the trees. Everything but Atsumu. “Know what?”

“About what happened between ya and Y/N.”

“Right,” Suna murmurs. “That.”

He feels like bolting. He’s never been one to stick around difficult situations. They just aren’t his thing. He’s pretty sure that’s why things ended up the way they did between the two of you.

“Did she tell you?”

His friend places his hands on the space behind him and leans back, staring straight up. “Yeah,” he says. “She told me that ya slept together. That it started before I even met her.”

Suna swallows thickly. “We stopped before you got together officially.”

“I know, she told me that too.” Atsumu looks at him. “Why’d ya do it?”

“Do what? Sleep with her?”

“No. Why’d you hide her like that? Make her feel like shit?”

The brunette shakes his head, turning to face Atsumu. “I didn’t mean to do—”

“But ya did,” he says firmly. “Everyone knows ya sleep around. For fuck’s sake, everyone sleeps around. What did it matter to ya if people knew about Y/N?”

Suna gapes, searching for the words. He slumps his shoulders and stares at his feet. “I don’t know.”

The twin gives him a knowing look. “But ya do know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ya really love her, don’t ya? Ya just got scared of yer feelings so ya kept her at arm’s length.”

He shakes his head furiously because no, that can’t be it. He’s just an asshole. An asshole who made you feel like you weren’t worthy of care or kindness or love. He’s just a selfish asshole. He never deserved you.

“Come on, Atsumu,” he says. “I don’t love her. You know that.”

Atsumu frowns at him. “Ya don’t need to lie, I already know.”

Suna doesn’t know if he wants to punch Atsumu, hug him, or cry into his shoulder. This is the guy you deserve. This is the guy you should be with. He can see that, everyone can see that. So why can’t he just accept it? Why can’t he just let you be happy?

“Ya need to leave her alone.”

What?

“What?”

“If ya really love her, ya need to leave her alone,” Atsumu says. His face is hard and serious. “Ya gotta let her be happy, Suna. She was never gonna be happy with ya.”

“You can’t just tell me to—”

“She loves me.”

It’s like a punch to the gut. A knife to the chest. A kick to the groin. It makes him ache all over. Atsumu would never lie, Suna knows this, it’s honestly one of the most annoying things about him. If he says you love him, you love him. He wouldn’t make that shit up.

“If ya really love her, leave her be,” Atsumu says. “Ya had yer chance, man.”

Suna clenches his fists. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That I love her?”

He looks up to find the blond pursing his lips.

“I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because ya already hurt her enough, Suna! Can’t ya see that?” The boy gets up and looks at him dead in the eye. “Don’t ever tell her ya love her. Don’t make her suffer more than she already has.”

Suna glares at him defiantly. He would stand too, but something in him says he shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve to. “And what if I do?”

A strangled silence passes over the two of them. They’ve gotten in fights before, of course they have. They’ve known each other since highschool, there was bound to be tension eventually. But not like this. Never like this.

Atsumu’s cold eyes reach Suna’s. And he smiles.

“If ya ever hurt her again,” he says slowly, smile morphing into a snarl, “I’ll fuck ya up.”

You try to ignore it, the burning question in the back of your mind. It doesn’t matter, really. It shouldn’t bother you so much.

But it does.

“Fuck,” Yukie says, taking another slice of pizza and nudging the box towards you. “You should eat. Stress isn’t good for your stomach.”

You’re sitting on the hood of Kaori’s car, waiting outside the forest for the new recruits to finish their initiation. You always hated the whole hazing process, but what can you do? It’s tradition.

Kaori chews loudly. “What did Suna tell him exactly?”

“I don’t know!” You groan. “That’s the problem! I just know that he found out and Tooru said he didn’t tell him, so it must’ve been Rin, right?”

Your friends share a look.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Yukie says.

“Yeah, nothing,” Kaori says.

You roll your eyes, nudging Yukie with your shoe. “What?”

She glances over at Kaori who gives her an unconvinced nod. “It’s just.. you still call him Rin.”

“I what?”

“You call him Rin,” she repeats. “You know. Suna. You still call him by his first name.”

“Oh.” You hadn’t realized. “What’s the big deal though? So I call him Rin. It’s still his name.”

“The name you called him when he was fucking you,” Kaori reminds you. “I’m just saying, for someone who’s been in a committed relationship for a few months, you still seem pretty attached to your old fuckbuddy.”

You pull a face. “Don’t call him that.”

“See, that—that right there is problematic,” she says, pointing at you. “I thought you just said you love Atsumu.”

“I do love him,” you say stubbornly. “We’re good for each other.”

“And what about Suna?” Yukie chimes in. “Do you love him?”

You grab a slice of pizza and take a big bite. Your friends look at you like “seriously, dude?” as you hold a finger up, chewing the pizza and washing it down with soda.

“I love Atsumu.”

“Real convincing.”

“I do!”

“But. What. About. Suna?”

“Ri—Suna is irrelevant,” you say. “Not part of the conversation at all.”

“Well, he did tell your boyfriend something about the two of you,” Yukie points out. “I wouldn’t say he’s that irrelevant.”

You finish off your pizza, grimacing as you chew. What did he say? “Yeah. That’s really gonna bug me.”

If she’s being honest, Ayame started this whole thing with Suna because she was bored. Just like every other girl on campus, she thought he was hot and cool and absolutely perfect in the most terrible ways. She wanted something fun and exciting, so when he texted her the first time, she was ready to embark on the most loveless affair of her life.

She wanted to get railed. Plain and simple.

She absolutely did not expect to be involved in his whole lovelorn journey chasing after you, the impossible standard. Unlike most girls, Ayame doesn’t envy you. She doesn’t hate you either. She sees how boys chase after you, how they treat you like some object, how they turn you into a game for their own selfish desires.

She mostly feels bad for you, but she also admires the way you manage to get through it all. Most girls would fold under the pressure, but you don’t.

No wonder Suna—heartbreaker and universal one-night stand—is in love with you. Who wouldn’t be?

She stuck around because she felt sorry for him. She highly doubted that he’d ever get you and she was worried he’d crumble if she left him entirely alone. In highsight, she knows this was probably shitty reasoning.

Shitty enough to lead her to this messed up conversation she’s having.

“You want to date me?” Ayame asks, raising a brow. “Like be my… boyfriend?”

Suna nods, staring at her blankly from the other side of the table. “Yeah,” he says. “We’ve been hanging out for a while. It seems like a good idea.”

She wants to laugh. She really does. “By ‘hanging out,’ do you mean we fuck and you imagine I’m your crush?”

He glares. “I need to let her go,” he tries to reason. “She’s happy. She’s in love. I don’t—I’ll just fuck things up for her.”

“So you’re using me as a stand-in? Is that it?”

“Don’t be mad, I—”

“I’m not mad,” Ayame tells him. She really isn’t. “I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

He furrows his brows. “Why not?”

“Because!” She lets out an exasperated sigh. Boys are so dumb. “Your solution to letting Y/N go is getting in a relationship with someone you barely know—a relationship that you weren’t even ready for with the girl you literally love.”

“I know you,” Suna insists. He knows how silly he sounds. “Fuck. Do you wanna be my girlfriend or not? It’s a simple yes or no.”

Ayame groans. She really doesn’t have much of a choice now, does she? “Fine,” she says. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He smiles at her. “Good,” he says. “Great.”

As he starts eating his dinner, looking a little better than he usually does, Ayame wonders how long it will take for his brilliant plan to backfire. She hopes she gets a few weeks at least.

What can she say? He’s a good fuck.

notes. hi. bye. lol.

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stevenose · 10 months

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Mean!Steve taking the piss out of reader for having a one night stand where she didn’t get to finish and catching her walking the guy out early from their apartment and he’s telling her what it would have been like if she just let him sleep with her again (friends with benefits type)

contains: reader with a vagina; some lame-o one night stand guy; dirty talk; some light touching but not a lot; teasing; biting; kissing. 18+ only!

You’re so relieved when Steve’s door is still closed at 5:34 am, your fingers digging into your date’s arm.

“What the problem?” he whispers, laughing at your urgency, but you really don’t think it’s funny.

“Be quiet!”

“Or else what? You got a monster in there?” he points with his thumb behind his shoulder to Steve’s room.

“No,” you scoff. “My roommate - uh, he really likes sleeping in.”

Not true. Steve’s alarm is going to go off at 6 am so he can take a run. You’re trying to get last night’s annoyance out of your apartment before Steve notices. Because Steve is bound to be bitchy, cocky, and possessive if he finds out. You had to beg this guy to be quiet last night, choosing to ride him instead of getting railed so you could control your headboard. You didn’t receive a cocky text, so you’re relatively sure you’re in the clear, as long as you get Last Night to his car.

You only wave him off, no kissing. You’re sure that you won’t be returning his calls. It’s really frustrating how you always end up comparing your escapades to Steve, when you’re trying desperately to move on from your mutually beneficial arrangement.

“Yes, bye,” you say, patting Last Night’s car as he drives away, relief flooding through you. You turn around to go back in and Steve’s there, leaning against the door, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

You’re resigned to stay quiet, to beeline towards your room before he says anything. But Steve grabs you the moment you step through, leaning back against the door and pulling you flush against his chest. “Who’s that?” he asks, nose trailing up your neck.

You hate the ache between your legs. “Who cares?”

“I care.” His lips press against your ear and his cock presses against your ass, his gym shorts leaving nothing to your imagination. “If you were lonely last night you could’ve come over.”

“Sorry you’re jealous,” you mumble, weakly trying to twist out of his arms.

“Must not’ve been any good,” he tsks, hands moving firmly up your torso. “Didn’t even hear you last night.”

“Well, you sleep like a fucking - like a brick.”

Steve’s thumbs flick across your nipples, barely covered by a cotton shirt. “Let me see you,” he breathes. “Did he mark you up?”

“It’s been a month,” you sigh. “Over a month, Steve.”

“And I miss you,” he smiles, working still on your tits, honing in on your reactions. “You know I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve brought over.”

“That’s not why we stopped.” Your voice catches. “And that’s not true.”

“Not true?”

He almost gives you whiplash with how fast he has you turning towards him. He nearly rips your shirt off, tugging your sleep shorts down - no underwear. His eyes rake over your body, hungry and possessive. His hands rake up your thighs and hips, pressing for any bruising or hickeys, finding none. “Doesn’t seem like they’re very good,” he says, moving your thighs apart. You sigh again, half annoyed and half outrageously turned on. He looks up at you, his hair nearly obscuring his dark eyes. “Did he fuck you last night?”

“Yes.”

Steve’s thumb moves inward to pry your lips apart. You can’t help but to moan, as much as you’d rather not give him the satisfaction. It catches on your hole and he actually laughs. “You’re nearly dry,” he observes. “Jesus, you’re not even gaping. Small, huh?”

You don’t answer, too turned on to focus on his questions. He suddenly bites the fat of your thigh and you gasp, wrapping your fingers in his hair.

“I said he’s small, huh?”

“Not as big as you,” you admit.

“Did you cum?”

You frown. “N-no.”

“Poor thing,” he hums, suddenly retracting, standing back up. When he leans against the door again, he crosses his arms. “Trying to fuck everyone in the city to get a taste of somethin’ like my cock again, yeah?”

“It’s not like that,” you grit.

“What’re you settling for, then?”

You don’t know what to say.

“You know, if I fucked you, you would’ve cum at least twice. From my mouth first, then my cock. Bet he didn’t even eat you out, did he? Did he finger you? Well, guess he didn’t need to stretch you out for anything, huh? Would’ve marked you up a little too. Did he even kiss you, honey?”

“W- we kissed -“

“Oh, but not good, right? Really rushed, probably all teeth. Did he give those sensitive nipples any attention? Look at ‘em, all perked up just from the air.” His eyes are trained on your chest for a moment before he looks downward. “And I would’ve given my cum to that hungry little cunt. Did he even know where your clit was? Must not’ve if you didn’t cum. Bet you’re still aching for something to fill you up. Aren’t you?”

Your mouth stays slightly agape, still at a loss. You want him so badly that you just might tackle him and let your 40 day streak of no touching die out. He smiles smugly and takes a single step forward to catch your mouth in a sloppy kiss - the kind that’s hardly enjoyable but so dirty that you can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together. He pulls back with a wink, hand on your face.

“Shower, get his fuckin’ scent off of you. Want you on my bed when I get back.”

Steve presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning on his heel and heading out, leaving you shaking and needy.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #mean!steve

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writesleah · 5 months

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christmas headcannons ✰ m. riddle

➻ pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

➻ genre: pure fluff (are you surprised i managed to write something with no angst whatsoever)

➻ warnings: mentions of childhood neglect if you squint, nothing else just super adorable, fluffy mattheo

➻ a/n: I ADORE THIS MAN these might just be projections of my feelings towards christmas but i swear he loves it too

this man adores christmas

he always denies it, but he always looks forward to it

every. single. year.

when you two are just starting to speak, he might mention how he enjoys the 25th, but nothing more than that

the second he gets comfortable with you, it’s non stop rambling

“two months until christmas”

“it’s almost december”

it would be annoying if you didn’t adore him so much

it’s not just christmas day, it’s the entire month of december, the entire season of winter

he’ll always be begging you to do some sort of christmassy activity with him, thinking you’ll say no because it’s stupid

he feels like it makes him seem childish, so you have to reassure him that you love his enthusiasm and adorable date ideas

from december 1st, the two of you will be ice skating on a lake, or drinking candy cane flavoured hot chocolate whilst watching the snow fall

every single day is a new opportunity to do something vaguely related to christmas or the winter months with him

if you ask him what he wants for christmas, he’d either give you the biggest list you’d ever heard, or he wouldn’t ask you for anything and just say he didn’t know what he wanted - one extreme to the other

i think his obsession comes from the constant craving of a good christmas during his childhood

i don’t think his parents would’ve been interested in christmas at all, so it left him always wishing he could enjoy it

when he found you, he realised that there are people who do actually care about his interests or his favourite time of year

he was utterly grateful for your understanding, even if it seems incredibly simple to you

the second you ask him if he wants to watch a movie with you, he decides it has to be a christmas movie

no matter what time of year it is, always a christmas movie

his favourite movie is the grinch, you watch it every year

he also likes the polar express, but just because he can laugh at the animation and tease you for not liking its uncanny valley effect

he can’t watch home alone, it’s just a little too relatable, considering his childhood, but he never admits to that, he always says he thinks it’s boring

he would stay at hogwarts over christmas as long as you stayed with him

staying at school meant that you could have the slytherin boy’s dormitory all to yourselves, without any of the boys he shared with blabbing on and ruining your peace

on christmas eve, he likes to get all cozy in bed with matching pyjamas and a mug of hot chocolate each

christmas morning is his absolute favourite

he goes above and beyond with your presents

you always feel like he shows you up, considering that he always tells you to either pick one thing from his extensive list, or not to get him anything at all, leaving you scrambling to figure out what he wants

he reassures you that he loves whatever you get him, and makes sure that you like your presents too

the entire morning, he’s rambling on about how excited he is for the food

he loves brussel sprouts, even though you can’t stand them

he hates pigs in blankets, thinks they’re the absolute scum of christmas dinner, much to your dismay since you love them so much

so when you have brussel sprouts on your plate and he has pigs in blankets, you’ll both give them to each other, so you have double the amount of the food you like

roast potatoes are common ground. you both like them

he’ll always pour the gravy for you if you want it, and he’ll always help you to fix your food onto a plate

he can’t ever stop helping you, even if he knows you don’t need it

when you finish eating, he immediately either wants to watch a movie or play some sort of game, depending on who else stayed at hogwarts

and yes, as much as he hates it, he will watch the eastenders christmas special with you

#fanfic #harry potter #benjamin wadsworth #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #taylor swift #mattheo riddle #christmas #headcanon #christmas headcannons #mattheo riddle headcanon

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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Facing The Truth - C.S

Fluff/angst??, no smut, Chris coming to terms he’s in love w reader but they’re supposed to just be FWB, readers been friends w triplet for a few years now, Chris’ POV, soz it’s sad (lowkey hate this)

“Hello fellow losers” Y/N says walking in and smiling.

“Such a nice greeting” Nick replies rolling his eyes.

We’d been friends with benefits for a couple months now, she knew I didn’t do relationships, we agreed that if we met someone else then we’d simply just call it off - simple right?

“Well I have a date tonight” She smiles.

He had flashes of the good life

“What! With who?” Nick almost yells back.

I didn’t care to know who. I didn’t care to hear anything else about her date, standing up and rolling my eyes I walked down to my room.

“Alright Chris what’s up with you? You basically ran down here the second Y/N mentioned having a date” Matt asks.

“Nothing I’m just tired” I mumbled back.

I was lying. I’d been replaying in my head the image of Y/N with another guy in my head. Not even knowing why the fuck it was bothering me so much, why my heart dropped when she said it.

Baby, if your love is in trouble

“Don’t bullshit me. You don’t want her going out with another guy, that’s your issue” Matt replies.

“We’re friends with benefits, you know that. It’s nothing more than that, I don’t care who she goes out with” I mumble back.

“Yeah? So the thought of her kissing another guy doesn’t bother you? Another guy undressing her and seeing her naked? Her -“ He says.

“Shut the fuck up” I tell him, my voice raising.

“You just proved my point. You don’t even want to hear the possibility of it. How long are you gonna keep pretending you’re not in love with her?” He questions.

“Oh my god. I’m not in love with her Matt” I respond.

They're black eyes and they're blue lies

“Come the fuck on, you don’t think we don’t notice the way you look at her? Your eyes literally light up when she walks into a room. All you do is talk about her. She stays the night with you, she’s always just hanging out with you, doing simple things. You’ve never once let another girl stay the night” He says, his voice now raising slightly.

The second Matt finished talking, I felt my heart start to race as the realization hits me. I am in love with her. Fuck fuck fuck. I get flashes of all the late nights with her, cuddling, dancing at 3am to Taylor Swift in the kitchen just because it’d make her happy, asking her to come get shit as simple as groceries with us all, my heart warming at how well she got along with my brothers.

When you know, you know

I stand up, rubbing my face before replying, “No no no, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. There’s supposed to be no fucking feelings involved. I don’t do commitment you know that” I tell him.

“Chris man, this isn’t a bad thing. She’s good for you, you know that and so does everyone else. She looks at you the same way. You just have to tell her” He says sitting beside me.

“I’m not telling her shit, it’ll ruin everything. She’s literally going out with another guy. That’s a clear sign it’s not a mutual feeling” I mumble shaking my head.

“Then end whatever situationship bullshit you have going on with her. Lose her and deal with her being with someone else, and I don’t want to hear a word about it” Matt tells me, seeming to now be annoyed.

I say nothing back to Matt, walking back upstairs.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a second? In private” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach about what I’m going to do.

She raises an eyebrow but follows me.

“What’s up?” She questions.

“I - uh - the friends with benefits shit is over” I mumble, not even having the strength to speak properly.

“What? Why? I don’t understand? Did I do something?” She immediately asks.

I look down at her and can see the hurt in her eyes, why was she hurt about this? Why was this upsetting her?

“No you didn’t do anything, I just want to be nothing more than friends alright?” I sigh.

She looks up at me, tears now forming in her eyes before walking away, saying nothing.

“What the actual fuck did you just do?” Nick storms over to me.

“Nothing, just said I didn’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. Not a big deal” I reply. I glance over at Matt and see him shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot. She just left in tears. If this was your way of protecting her, you did the exact opposite” Nick yells.

I stand there, not able to form a response. How was that not for her own good? I don’t do commitment, there’s no fucking way I’d be good for her.

So if you don't know, don't give up

“Good job kid, you not only lost her but hurt her” Matt says sighing and patting my back before walking to his room.

What the fuck did I just do?

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eddiemuonson · 7 months

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Lovely Charming - Eddie Munson

Summary: You've never talked to Eddie Munson until this day, where he's being very annoying and loud with his friends. But then he decides to act like the chaotic douche he is sometimes | Fluff, kissing, mentions of blood and wounds

Word count: 3.5k

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You’re sitting with Robin, Nancy, Steve and Jonathan on your class break at school. You’re having a conversation about prom and senior year, or at least trying because the guy at the table next to yours won’t stop babbling about something you have no idea.

You’ve seen him a few times before but actually never cared to pay attention. He was a very exotic rocker guy, who likes to wear a lot of rings on his fingers, weird t-shirts and owns a very messy hair.

The dude, who you just learned is called Eddie Munson, is very loud and it annoys you how he keeps talking and doesn’t let anyone else speak.

As you get up from your chair, you march towards him, who’s sitting at his table, gesturing while talking. You get closer to him, and he looks at you like you’re disturbing a very important topic to him. His friends move their heads to look at you.

It’s not like no one knows you, especially because you’re the school reporter, along with Nancy and Robin, and usually go after people to talk about stuff.

You try to keep your eyes focused on him, giving you’re having his friends’ attention and it makes you nervous.

“Can you please speak a little lower? We’re trying to have a conversation over there and you’re too loud”, you ask, trying to be polite. Of course it didn’t sound polite to him. He opens his mouth in disbelief with a grin on his face.

“And you are?”, he asked. It was like he didn’t care to agree with your request. Someone whispers him your name and he stands on his feet at the table. If you thought he was being loud, you couldn’t have imagined it going south.

“Okay. Listen, everyone. We’ve received orders from the Miss Congeniality over here. We can’t speak during our break”, he shouted. You expected yourself to bury your face with your hands, or look down at your shoes. His friends are laughing with him.

This is obviously humiliation for you, but you know guys like him only tend to be rude to get the attention they need. You keep your gaze at him as he sats down at the table.

“Sorry, darling. No can do. If you’re bothered this much, just go talk somewhere”, he gives you a smirk. The other guys look at you, still laughing.

Before you leave their table, you shake your head and give him a freezing cold look.

“You’re such a dickhead”, you snap at him and he keeps looking at you like it doesn’t affect him.

“I’ve been told that before”, he responds as you turn around and go back to your table.

When you sit back, your friends are all despising Munson with an annoyed look on their faces. They’re not really fond of him either, but they know Dustin and the other boys liked to play Dungeons & Dragons with him sometimes.

“This guy was always an asshole”, Steve said as he shook his head. He was the one who disliked Eddie the most, he always thought the dude was too extra when he was around other people. And he usually likes to make jokes about the basketball team, because as he says: “it’s nonsense to play at school”.

He obviously prefers to play guitar and listen to music with his friends when he’s not doing anything. He goes around driving his van all the time and does nothing.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

You still had to do an article that day about the basketball team, and you had to interview one of the players and the captain. You’ve had your humiliation of the day but it seemed like that wasn’t enough.

You were re-reading everything you had to ask them, while Robin was preparing the camera. The fact about being the school reporter is that you have to ignore the feeling of disgust when you don’t like someone, or even, when you’re not treated well when it comes to Billy Hargrove.

He was every girl’s dreamy guy in Hawkins, every place he would go people would stop to look at him. He looks like he came out straight of a magazine cover and he makes sure of that too. But he doesn’t get to you like that. Not that he isn’t handsome, he just isn’t your type.

More so, he seems to try really hard to make every other girl who isn’t interested become in love with him. It was just really annoying.

There were a few people sitting on the bench while you were getting ready to speak to him.

It was going to be just a few questions about the future of the team, what they look forward for the future personally and stuff like that. Sometimes it was just too boring to talk about sports but you had a compromise with the principal, sadly. It would help you with your credits to go to college anyway.

“It’s just gonna take a few minutes”, you smile at Billy as you stand in front of him, holding out your mic. He looked bored already, he was sweaty and didn’t have a shirt on. ‘Classic, of course he wants to show up like that for school TV’.

“Just make this quick”. Your head screams 'fucking douchebag’. Christ, this is very annoying. “I don’t have all the time in the world for that crap”.

As you start asking questions, Hargrove decides he doesn’t want to be the one to look interested at that and starts giving really short answers.

Until he started to get annoyed, making sure to show you and Robin he’s not at it. “Are you done with that?”, he asks. You barely have time to say it’s just one more question and he snaps at you.

“Look, you really wanna do this? Go fucking find someone else”. This is expected, of course. You still thank him for his time because you’re polite. But he’s not.

“Yeah, whatever, brat”, he said as he leaves. Ok, he didn’t need to say that.

“Look, you don’t need to be such a jerk just because you don’t like it. I’m trying to get credits for college. Either way, you being an asshole doesn’t give you the same possibility”. You said it as faster as your brain could formulate your response and you regret it immediately.

When he turns his back at you, you realize he doesn’t care you’re a girl. He could beat the fuck out of you right there in front of everyone at the gymnasium. “What the fuck did you just say?”. He looked beyond mad, Robin was trying to pull you away from him but you had other plans.

“I asked you a question. What. The Fuck. Did you. Just Say?”, he got closer to you, intimidating you. He was taller and stronger. His blue eyes extremely red now with anger.

Shit, he smells good. His hair looks good. His jaw is incredibly sharp. But nothing overrules the fact he’s a jerk.

“Hey!”, you heard a loud scream across the gymnasium. “Hey, Hargrove”. Your eyes travel around the place until you meet the person’s voice and it hits you. Eddie was walking towards you and Billy, who’s still holding a death gaze at you.

“What, Munson?”, he asks, still looking at you. “What the fuck do you want?”. Billy is already making a fist, getting himself ready to punch a face (hopefully not yours).

“You never heard of manners, have you?”, Eddie asks when he gets closer. Both of them now looking at each other. “Jesus, look at you. You think of yourself as some Renaissance art”.

You were still there watching as both men threaten each other.

Hargrove lets out a sarcastic scoff. “And what are you, besides a creep anyway?”, he dropped a punch at Eddie’s cheek and you gasp loud. “What, think you came to the school to save the fucking word?”.

They were hitting and punching each other, while a few guys from the team tried to separate them. You just kept watching them kill themselves with Robin on your shoulder.

Billy dropped Eddie on the floor and the guys tried to pin him down so he would stop, but he didn’t. They were holding his arms behind his back, while he was spitting at Munson’s face, who was laughing at him.

“You realize this is just showing people who you really are. I’m impressed you still get girls in your bed”. The other man laughed sarcastically, trying to let go of himself.

“At least I fuck as many girls as I can, how about you virgin Mary?”. They were both trying to kill themselves, while the students try to get Billy off of him before the teachers hear it.

As soon as they get both of them apart, you watch the rocker guy look at you. He made it look like it’s your fault, but you realized he only did it to defend you. He was trying to show Billy what good manners were but he couldn’t even talk to him, he never listens.

He’s always about to snap, always ready to get in a fight, always ready to punch someone. You told Robin to give back the stuff you used for the interview and decided to confront Eddie.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”, you said as he was getting back up, while two guys helped him. “You do know this dude is a troublemaker”.

“I don’t know about you, but from where I come, it means being a man of value. This asshole was treating you like you were garbage”, he responded. His face was dripping blood and his nose looked like it was broken.

“For someone who made a hell of a show earlier, you do look like a guy who knows how to treat a woman”, you said sarcastically, crossing your arms in your chest. He looked at you with a small grin, cleaning his face with his own shirt.

You put your anger aside and grabs his forearm, leading him out of the gymnasium, heading to the nurse office so he could get patched up.

As soon as the nurse stitched his nose and his chin, she made sure he takes some painkillers and takes care of his wounds. You watch her leave the room and stand there next to the door, still staring at him, who was looking distracted while tying his sneakers.

“Thank you for doing that. Even though I still think you didn’t have to”, you say as he turns around. Munson looks amused, actually. He didn’t expect you to thank him, mainly because of the way he treated you earlier. But it’s the way he is. He’s chaotic, funny and weird at the same time.

“Well, if I hadn’t, that guy with a small dick would’ve created a war”. You laughed at the way he mentioned Billy, even thinking you weren’t supposed to. “But you’re welcome anyway, miss congeniality”.

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Words spread too quickly during the week after Hargrove and Eddie kicked each other’s ass the other day. Both of them looked pretty beaten, but Munson was obviously looking more wounded.

No wonder, Billy was always beating people up, it didn’t matter the reason, if he got annoyed he would do it. He did it to Steve once or twice even.

After leaving the nurse office you didn’t talk to Eddie anymore, but it’s not like you befriended him anyway. Still, at some point he would look at you during the class breaks, or at any event at school, even when you were walking around the mall. Sometimes you would hear him talking to his friends, loud as fuck as always and it still annoyed you.

It was Dustin’s birthday and he had invited the whole crew, even Munson and his friends so they could play Dungeon & Dragons while you and the others played beer pong.

You were at the backyard in his house, the music was blasting and you and Nancy were trying not to get too drunk as you were the ones who didn’t like to drink that much. By the end of the night it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Nancy was talking about Jonathan and her past relationship with Steve when Eddie went downstairs to grab another beer. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very exotic design, with the words “Hellfire Club” on it, a black jeans with a belt barely hanging on.

Somehow it caught your attention but you made sure he didn’t see it. Because you were still mad at what he did to you.

You didn’t want to blame your zodiac (which was scorpio), but people tend to say scorpio people were very vengeful and you had something fun in mind for him. You got past Eddie and “accidentally” dropped the rest of your beer on his shirt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Munson!”, you made it look like it was realistic but your face said otherwise. “Oh no, it ruined your shirt”.

He looked down at his clothes and scoffed. “Really, (Y/N)? How old are you, like twelve?”, he asked as he tried to rub a hand towel on it. You opened your mouth as you tried to retort but he cut you off. “I know this wasn’t an accident”.

“What? I’m getting tipsy from all the drinking, Eddie. It’s not my fault I can’t hold a beer”, you say as you try to avoid eye contact with him. “Besides, you deserve it anyway”.

He gives you a chuckle as he decided to take his shirt off and throw it at the chair. He was close to the fridge and rested his torso there. “You know what? I was propably going to apologize for being a dick the other day. Now I don’t want to anymore”.

“And who said I’d accept it anyway? Did you see what you did? I asked you politely to speak lower and you made the whole school look at me because you can’t keep your mouth shut”, you snap at him.

He still holds a smirk on his lips. The way they look red and puffy steals your attention.

“Yeah, well. I like to use this amazing mouth of mine. Some people really dig it”, he responded while grabbing a bottle of beer and opening it with his teeth.

Now he was doing everything on purpose. He was just standing there displaying his abs, his nipples perfectly shaped.

“I feel really sorry for them. You should definitely keep it shut for everyone’s sake”. You watch as he chugs the entire bottle at once, still staring at you, and starts getting too close. You hit your lower back on the sink as you tried to back out.

As he stands inches apart from you, you can already feel the heat from his body and his beer breath hits you like a trainwreck. What the real fuck is happening? This sudden tension makes your head whip.

Munson trails your eyes and leaves his empty bottle at the sink as he uses both hands to trap you.

“Next time someone is towering you like Hargrove did, I’m gonna let them”, Eddie says, his lips almost touching yours.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Munson”, you whisper. You start getting dizzy over the closeness and it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.

“Good, 'cause I won’t help you”, he gripped your chin with one hand and clicked his tongue. He turns on his back and grabs another bottle, making his way upstairs again. He just left you there feeling lightheaded.

You hold yourself on the sink and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding for too long. Your legs are shaking and your palms are sweating, your heart is beating faster and it feels like it’s gonna rip your chest out. 'Damn you, Eddie Munson’.

“Hey, you’re coming back or what?”, Steve asks as he shows up holding a few empty bottles of beer. You were still on cloud nine and didn’t know how the fuck you got there so fast.

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It was almost 2 am and you were playing truth or dare with the older ones. The kids were playing some videogames after being too bored to play D & D. Eddie’s friends have left and Dustin made sure you all invited him to stay with you, since he was older as well.

You couldn’t protest, because as a sweetheart as Jonathan is, he tried to convince you all to give the guy a chance. You did, but very reluctantly.

You actually didn’t want to play that stupid game but you were all still happy because of the alcohol and the music was still playing.

It was your time to take your shirt off and you only did it because you were wearing a bra underneath it. You wanted to curse Steve for being a pervert. Because he could’ve chosen anything for you to do and yet that was his only idea.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t be such a prude”, Munson says playfully as you throw your shirt at him.

“Fuck you, Eddie”, you snap. As you sit back on the floor, he starts to stare at your bare chest. The way your necklace swings in your skin, the way your chest gets up and down when you breathe.

The bottle pointed at him this time and Nancy looked at you very slightly, which you didn’t even notice. You told her what happened in the kitchen earlier, and she knew you and him weren’t just being rivals for nothing. It was obviously more than that.

He chose dare as well. And then she asked him to stay in his van for five minutes with you so he could apologize and you could work things out. Classic, you thought.

“No. No fucking way. I’m not staying inside his van for five minutes with him”, you protest, shaking your head. Everyone boos you and Eddie laughs out loud.

“Oh, come on. It’s clean, it smells like lavender. I don’t have any bones or shit like that”, he said, pouting at you. “I promise I won’t even talk”, he was being sarcastic.

They all looked at you like it was a very important decision for you to make and it annoys you. It gives you anxiety because you know he’s not going to leave you alone. He lives for the jokes.

“We’re just playing, come on (Y/N). Just enjoy the night”, Jonathan said. Fuck you and your cute eyes, Byers. You get on your feet and put your clothes on, hearing them complain about it and you shush them.

You follow Eddie as he makes his way to the van, jiggling the keys on his index finger and he disarms the vehicle. He opens the back door and gives you space to get in and he gets in next.

Steve is right behind, getting the keys. He sets the timer and goes back inside the house.

It’s extremely uncomfortable to be quiet but you’d rather stay like that rather than hear him talk. He sits on the car and rests his arms on his knees. You just stay still, standing on your feet as you wait for time to pass. But it never does. Five minutes feels like an eternity there.

“I’m sorry I was an ass”, he said suddenly. You looked at him through the dim light from the car and he stares at you. “It’s not an excuse, but it’s how I am. Sometimes I just try to be this annoying funny guy”.

“Yeah, well. You could’ve humiliated me to your friends, to say the least. Not to the entire fucking school to see”, you proclaim.

“First off, that’s a school, not a fucking library. And second of all, I said I was an ass”, he sounded annoyed. But it’s not like you could blame him.

“You just really do that only to get ten minutes of attention, don’t you?”. He rolls your eyes at your statement, getting on his feet. “You think you’re so cool you need to stand on a fucking table so everyone gets a glance”.

He starts to get closer to you but this time he doesn’t have his shirt off. “I already said I was sorry. I admit I was an ass. You want me to apologize to you in front of everyone? I’ll do it”. He has a mixture of smells. He smells like cologne, cigarrette and beer.

“But don’t forget I was there to scold that scumbag when he was about to snap at you”. He confronted you, you could barely see his eyes because the light was too low.

“Oh, you want a Nobel Prize for that? I’m sorry, I don’t have one with me”, you respond. You’re in between being too proud to accept his apologies and trying to hold in your sexual tension.

Munson had his both hands on his hips as he forces himself to not punch you in the face. He bites his lips and breaths in and out several times.

“What? You don’t want to talk now? You said you didn’t care about what people thought”, you said sarcastically and Eddie scoffed. “The king from the Hellfire Club got his tongue stuck in his mouth”, you teased, it was you who was getting closer to him now. Only to set fuel to the fire.

“If you mock me like that one more time I’ll make sure your life is gonna be a living hell during every class break”, he whispered.

He was almost brushing his lips on yours, his breath striking your skin. Munson held your chin with his caloused fingers from playing too much guitar and aimed on your ear.

“And if you ever get yourself in trouble with Hargrove, I already swore I won’t be there to defend you”, he breathed into you. Your skin shivered as he cupped your cheeks with one of his hands. The other one was resting on your waist.

“I think we should set boundaries here, Eddie. You’re too close”, you pointed out under your breath and he smirked, still staring at you.

“You’re gonna say you don’t like that?”. Well, you would never say that.

“I actually hate it”. You flush your eyelashes and he starts to rub his thumb on your lips and down your neck.

“I think you’re a terrible liar”, he replied. “Will you forgive me or not?”

“I’ll have to think about that”, you try to get yourself together before looking at him with a grin on your face, teasing him again.

“You should think about it carefully”, he offers as he rests his forehead against yours. His right hand is still holding your chin.

You feel his warmth against yours, his hair smells like shampoo and you can’t get rid of the need to feel his growing beard against your skin.

“How much time do we still have?”, you hear yourself asking and he stares at his watch.

“I have no idea anymore. Why?”, even before he waits for your answer, you capture his lips with yours with a tender kiss, not wasting your time and explore his mouth with your tongue.

He tastes like cigarette and beer and you found yourself almost moaning when you touched his tongue. His grip on your face tightened as he was getting a fistful of your hair almost pulling it.

He hummed against your mouth and it felt like your legs were about to melt down. He trapped you between his body and the van and your body started to burn under his touch. You were holding his neck and could feel his skin shivering from your touch.

Eddie was feeling his breath shorten after a while and broke the kiss only to bring some oxygen to his lungs. He didn’t wait too long and started to nib your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth and you mumbled softly under his touch.

Munson trailed his hands through your body and grabbed your ass, pulling you even closer to him. You were both panting between the kiss and it started to get hotter inside the vehicle.

Everything was too overwhelming and he realized he needed to stop before the bulge inside his pants started to show up. He unwillingly parted your lips and gasped for air.

You were both still resting on each other’s forehead and completely forgot you were playing truth or dare. You were supposed to stay there for five minutes but it has probably been way more than that.

“I’m really sorry I was a dickhead. I’m not trying to be a show-off in any way”, he said as he rubbed his thumb around your cheek while cupping your face.

You didn’t have time to respond as you hear a knock on the van’s door. “Hey, are you guys still alive or you just killed each other?”, Robin asked. You and Munsun broke out of your bubble and fixed yourselves before opening it.

“We were just making amends”, he said. You could see a smirk on the side of his mouth as he dropped from the vehicle and helped you out.

“No shit, Munson. Your dick is almost showing off”, Steve pointed out laughing as soon as he reached the door.

He looked down at himself only to realize he really had a crying bulge over there and it wasn’t like nothing happened. The others laughed and Eddie tried to hide it, he didn’t even want to look at you.

“What the hell even happened back there?”, Robin asked as she intertwined her arm around yours, a smolder look on her face.

For the rest of the night you couldn’t face him, it was easy before because you were annoyed by him. You were still trying to face the fact you were getting attracted to him, even though you’ve had a lot of beer.

But now, it feels like you can’t deal with his presence. It was hard for him as well, especially because he got hard in front of you and everyone noticed. Your friends tried to make sure it was just fun and that happened to every guy.

Sometimes when you crossed eyes, you’d see he had a different look at you. You’d see Eddie giving you this soft stare and sometimes he would even get shy by your gaze. Because even though you were trying to digest the situation, you couldn’t deny how good looking and charming he was.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #userashe #usermaguire

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bgthree · 3 months

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Imagine Tav breaking things off with Astarion post-game because they’re worried he’s just with them because it’s what he thinks he wants.

For 200 years Astarion hasn’t had the freedom to make his own choices, and he gained that freedom while he was already involved with Tav. Tav is worried they’re preventing him from being able to explore and find out who he is, and what he wants.

Tav wants him to have the space to figure that out, without a shadow of a doubt and without any influence on their part. If Astarion wants a future involving a romantic relationship with Tav, wonderful. That’s what Tav wants too. But if that’s ultimately not what Astarion realizes he wants, true Tav would be heartbroken, but above all else Tav just wants him to happy.

Tav encourages Astarion to take some time to experience life (or un-life) free from Cazador’s control without any expectations from anyone. If he comes back, Tav will most assuredly be waiting with open arms.

Of course, Astarion hates the suggestion initially, feeling as though he’s being cast aside or abandoned. He accuses Tav of trying to get rid of him, of wanting to get rid of him so they can be with one of the other party members instead. Gods knew he hadn’t been the only one to take an interest in Tav. Probably Wyll, or Gale, he sneers.

He’s terrified, for more than a few reasons. He’s grown attached to Tav, come to trust them. He cares about them, doesn’t think he has the capacity to feel the way he feels about anyone else. He’s never faced such uncertainty about the future before and it unsettles him, as if he’s been thrown into a deep body of water.

He’s angry when he leaves, doesn’t tell Tav or any of the others where he’s going.

Tav tries to focus on other things: rebuilding the city, settling back into a life that doesn’t involve the tadpole or the constant threat of being turned into a mind flayer.

It’s late, and nearly a year to the day when someone knocks on the door to Tav’s lodgings. Tav half expects it to be Karlach, who’d mentioned coming for a visit soon, though the hour is a curious one for entertaining friends.

When Tav answers the door Astarion still braces himself for there to be someone else there, rumpled from sleep or annoyed at the interruption. One of their companions, perhaps, or someone unknown to him. That would be worse, he thinks. Because it would mean Tav had given up on him coming back, if Tav had ever even wanted him to.

But the look on Tav’s face when they see him, and the happy tears in Tav’s eyes are all he needs. Tav lets him in, almost convinced they’ve fallen asleep at their desk and the Astarion suddenly standing in the middle of their lodgings is merely a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He stalks towards them though, and Tav’s pulse races as he suddenly invades their space, backing them up against the opposite wall.

“Don’t ever ask me to do that again,” and it almost sounds angry, like a command. But Tav sees the hurt there, the same longing they see every time they look in a mirror. Astarion isn’t angry, he’s pleading with them.

“Not if you want me here,” he whispers.

“I do,” Tav nods. Nothing has changed. “I love you.”

And the sound he makes before he kisses them makes Tav realize they could never send him away again, even if they wanted to.

It’s a couple days later when Karlach shows up, and Astarion answers the door. She’s surprised to see him, so much that she nearly misses the disheveled appearance and unruly hair.

“Go away,” he smiles, and slams the door in her face.

Karlach laughs, and is so happy for them that she doesn’t even mind having to come back another time.

#baldurs gate three #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #tav #astarion acunin #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 astarion #baldurs gate three astarion #tav x astarion

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roronoacherries · 9 months

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We all know that Zoro would get along with someone interested in swords and all, but what if he was paired up with someone nearly the complete opposite of him? Shy, sweet, kind, nonviolent, maybe even a healer? I always find opposites attract stories quite sweet, like the gruff, cold guy paired up with the sweet and gentle girl! 😍

this is 10,000% the way i picture zoro's s/o, probably for self-indulgent reasons

but i have read a lot of fics that pair him with someone very similar to him, someone strong and bold and whatnot, and i can see that. it makes sense. but personally, i love writing him with someone gentle, sunny, and just generally loving s/o.

zoro is naturally protective of the people he cares about; the way i see it, you know zoro loves someone when he's willing to give anything to keep them safe. having a s/o who needs a little protecting, someone maybe a little klutzy, makes a lot of sense for him.

that doesn’t mean his s/o is entirely helpless, but he wouldn’t mind — and honestly, he’d kind of love — needing to keep a close eye on them, making sure they’re ok, safe and out of trouble. it gives him a sense of purpose. kind of like he's their knight in shining armor (and he'd absolutely treat them like royalty).

zoro loves through his actions and being able to protect the person he loves most makes that easy for him.

it’s especially true if his s/o is someone pure, and sweet, and full of joy. he’d want to do everything to make sure they never lost their light. he’d never allow any harm to come to them.

it’d be someone who can comfort him, ease his pain (physical and emotional), who reminds him that not everything has to be so serious. someone he can't help but smile around.

and he'd love to tease them, say things like

“can you do anything without me?”

“oi, wait for me. don’t want you getting lost, do we?”

the slightest hint of danger and he standing in front of them, hands on the hilts of his swords. it doesn't matter to him if they complain that they're capable of taking care of themselves; he knows that already, but he doesn't care.

and whether they're wounded after a fight or have a small paper cut, he's all over them. it's almost annoying sometimes, but the way his brows furrow with concern makes up for it.

and he loves having them tend to his wounds. there's nothing more soothing to him. feeling their gentle hands on his skin, carefully bandaging him up and scolding him for being so reckless, he thinks to himself, 'how could i not jump into danger for you?'

they'd keep him from picking fights (especially with sanji), but he'd fight their battles too, never able to bear letting anyone step over their kind heart.

it's a sight to behold, the way this brute will listen to anything his s/o has to say, doing anything they ask of him and letting himself be chastised like a child (a small smile tugging at his lips because all he can think is, 'they look so cute when they're mad').

and anyone would be amazed to see that when they're alone, zoro would be the one in their arms, regardless of whether they're smaller than him or not, allowing himself to feel safe and loved and cared for by someone else for a change.

#this has been in my drafts for a really really long time #sorry #quiero hacerle piojito a zoro #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #୨⎯ pedacito de sol ☼

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sohnric · 4 months

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BELOVED — E. SOHN

pairing: eric sohn x fem! reader

genre: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers. angst, fluff. the tiniest bit of swimmer! eric for some reason. wrote this in a moment of weakness handle with care!! :~)

word count: 2.4k

warnings: reader is said to be red in the face from the cold (alludes to specific skin color - im sorry i wrote this for me only and yall just get to read it), swearing, insecurity and jealousy, unspecified mental illness (?)

a/n: once again thank you to @csenke for beta reading and encouraging me to post this :p and also for existing. ily <3 btw swimmer eric is such a concept it gave us both whiplash maybe i need to revisit this in a full fic....

The coldness of the crisp evening makes you sniffle, your bones freezing and fingers going numb even in the comfort of your coat pockets. Your brain is full of thoughts fighting amongst each other, running around and hitting the corners of your head, slowly causing you an annoying migraine. You now regret not taking your headphones with you, because the music could help you drown out the noise of your inner voice, but the you from an hour ago that decided to go on a walk to clear your head had other plans for you, so you now have to suffer the stream of your thoughts instead. The stream is so loud you swear you can hear it resonating through the silent campus, but you know that’s a foolish thought, so you fight it away with a bitter chuckle.

Eyes zeroing on the orange fluorescent lights coming from inside of the building you’re standing in front of, you start feeling a little silly for coming here. It’s not like you think you’d be sent away, but there’s also that little bugging voice inside of your brain that keeps reminding you that you weren’t invited. Your feet have dragged you here without your consent or order. One moment, you were walking down the river, shuddering from the cold, and the other, you found yourself in front of the pool– as if the tugging of your heart was stronger than your own brain, stronger than your own thoughts.

Sometimes you feel bad for taking it all out on him. At least that’s what you suppose you’re doing– with your annoyed remarks whenever he checks in on you, with your sighs whenever he asks what’s wrong. It’s not like he’s incorrect with his suspicions– he always somehow knows you’re in a bad mood, no matter how hard you try to mask it– you just don’t often feel like discussing the matter with him. Or anyone, really. Sometimes, you feel bad for pushing him away or not texting him back. Sometimes you feel truly shitty for the fact that you can’t open up to him, no matter how hard you try.

And sometimes, you just truly think that he wouldn’t care. It’s weird how your mind works– someone could spend so much time with you, making memories together and laughing at your jokes, yet, your mind could convince you that they don’t really like you at all in the first place. That this is some sort of a game they’re playing, trying to see how long you can stay convinced that they enjoy your presence in their life before you notice and they step away. You don’t even know where this conviction is coming from. If you knew, maybe you could fix it. If you could locate it, you’d try to delete the flawed code from your system.

Sometimes, you think he doesn’t care about how you are, what you’re doing, what you think. It has nothing to do with the way he treats you; more so with the anxiety nibbling at the corners of your brain whenever he talks to anyone else– with the constant fear of being replaced, of having him find someone better, someone less difficult to be friends with. In its full essence, the image is terrifying. You think your world would crumble if you lost another person in your life.

More so, you think your world would crumble if you lost him. You recognize that there’s a constant desire in the depths of your heart to be someone’s favorite– his favorite– to be the person someone would choose in a room full of people. To be the one they walk up to first with a smile and their arms wide open.

And it’s silly. You’re his best friend. He tells you so every day. It’s the way you’re introduced to everyone out of his circle that you meet on parties or at campus.

Admittedly, you like hearing him say it. Best friend– the title shows you’re the best at something: at being his companion, at making him laugh, at being there for him, whatever it is that you do to earn that sticker. The title shows that you’re somebody’s favorite– his favorite– and it makes you deeply satisfied with yourself. It makes you proud, even.

Some days, you still have a hard time believing it, though. Some days, you still feel stranded. Lonely. Isolated. It’s weird.

Somehow, your heart, your feet and the unconscious part of your brain took you right where you knew you’d find him. You didn’t choose to go here– if you realized you were nearing the building, you would’ve even tried to stop yourself– and as you contemplate turning on your heel and going back home, hell, you even take the first step away from the pools, the sound of the main door opening and his voice calling for you makes you halt in your movements, gluing you to the pavement.

Sometimes, the heart knows what it needs even before you get a chance to register it.

“Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” he calls after you, making you bite down on your lower lip. There’s no escaping him now– you guess it’s for the better, though.

Turning towards him, a guilty look spreading over your features, you shrug. “Not long.”

“It’s freezing out here! Why didn’t you come inside?” he asks, a wrinkle forming in between his eyebrows as he walks closer to you, his friends from the swim team patting his back and saying their goodbyes to the two of you as they pass the commotion on their way out.

“I didn’t want to intrude your practice,” you peep, sniffling a little from the cold.

“Gosh, you always do this,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He almost looks mad at you, and by the way he raises his voice and throws his arms in the air in frustration, you think you’re correct with assuming he might be. “I texted you the whole day! Hell, I called, even though I know how much you hate phone calls. And I get that you probably didn’t feel like talking, but a simple ‘I'm okay, don’t worry’ text would’ve been nice!”

Dragging his hand through his hair in defeat, he shakes his head at you. “Besides, you can’t just keep shutting me off every time you are having a hard time, for god’s sake! Not only do I worry, but I hate seeing you suffer all alone.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you listen patiently to his lecture. You know he’s right– he almost always is, because the rational side of your brain ceases to exist every time your insecurities fail you– so there’s really no aim in trying to argue or fight with him.

Eric sighs as he steps even closer to you, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder before he reaches for the hood of your jacket and puts it over your head. “You could’ve texted me you were here, I’d leave practice early for you,” he says, voice now softer as he stands in front of you, not really wanting to scream straight into your face.

You shrug in response, not really knowing what to say. Telling him you contemplated leaving just seconds before he found you here would make him even more mad with you, so you choose to gloss over that fact. Besides, it’s kind of comforting, the way his words work. The way his presence calms you, makes the screaming match of your thoughts drown out with his firm comments and scolding remarks. His words, although full of frustration, make your insides warm up and your muscles relax, like you’re coming undone.

His face shows concern. His actions speak even louder than his words when he tugs the sides of your hood closer together at your neck, the hole for your head previously exposing your bare skin and making you shiver. “Couldn’t you dress more warmly? Do you want to catch a cold?” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “You scutter here all unannounced, wearing close to nothing, and expect me to not be frustrated with you?”

You study his expression for a while. It’s not often you get to see Eric from so up close, but even in the darkness of the evening, you recognise the familiarity of his close-to-flawless features. Anchoring yourself into his gaze for a second, you move to study the sculpture of his cheekbones, the furrowed nature of his brows, the slope of his cupid’s bone. His hair falls into his eyes, making you instinctively drag your hand up and move his bangs out of the way, having the male wince at the contact of your fingers with his skin. “Hell, your hands are cold! You didn’t even take gloves? It’s minus five degrees outside!” he grunts.

It makes you chuckle. You did something nice for him, yet, there he is– complaining about the fact that you have yet again failed to take care of yourself. “I’m not even surprised, y’know, since you didn’t put on a scarf either, but sometimes I wish this little brain of yours,” he point his finger to the side of your temple, “had better self-preservation instincts,” he finishes as he fishes for something in his pocket.

Taking out his own gloves and holding them up to you so you can slip your numb fingers into the fabric, he continues on with his little tangent. “Next time,” he adds when you’re successfully wearing the warm garment, “text me as soon as you get here, okay? And look outside before you go out, so you know what to wear. Maybe open that little weather app on your home screen, even. Might be helpful,” he jokes, although a little dryly, as he brings out a scarf from his duffel bag, tying it around your neck and almost suffocating you with how tight he wraps it, making sure you’re defrosting under his tender care.

When he’s done dressing you up like a doll, you’re left staring at him speechless. Eric reciprocates the gaze, something gentle, yet worried mirroring behind his dark orbs. There’s comfort lingering in the air now that you’re not so cold, and with the added essence of his existence, the act of living doesn’t seem like such a hassle anymore. You feel lighter, in a way.

“Sorry,” he hums after a heartbeat of silence, “how are you feeling?” he asks, an apologetic look sent your way when he realizes he slipped into a heated lecture again, not knowing that this is exactly what you wanted and unknowingly came here for. (For his furrowed eyebrows and the crease in between them, his worried orbs and words tinted with frustration, showing you that he cares and wants you to be safe. For his little tangent, yet also gentle touches as he takes care of you and makes sure you’re staying warm. For the familiar look in his eyes, whispering to you that you’re the only thing in the whole world that matters to him right in this moment and always, forever.)

You smile at the clueless boy. It seems to make something in him settle into a more comfortable place. “All better now,” you reply.

“Good,” he says. “God, you look awful,” he jokes– laughing airly to reference the state of your frozen face– cheeks and the tip of your nose red, eyes watery from the wind, hair messily sticking out from the bottom of your hood– as one of his hands comes up to cradle your face and squish your cheeks together, turning your chapped lips into a big pout. The contact of his skin on yours makes your stomach feel light with the contrast of his warm hand on your cold face, all your senses coming alive when his voice drops a few octaves lower, seriousness tinting his tone. “Promise me to take better care of yourself from now on?”

Nodding, not really having it in you to even make a noise, you watch as the male studies your face for a while. In any other circumstance, his gaze would make you shy away, but not now. Not when everything seems suddenly so simple, not when all your worries seem to slip through your fingers. When his eyes point towards your lips– your puckered, dry mouth– a sense of expecting takes over you, a strange kind of excitement buzzing in the tips of your fingertips. When you breathe in through your half-clogged nose, the mixed scent of his fabric softener coming off the scarf tied tightly around your neck and the smell of the shower gel he uses to wash the chlorine off after his swimming practice hits your nose, making you a little light-headed. No words are spoken as the male suddenly leans in and presses a quick peck to your lips.

His warm lips meet with yours in what seems to be a second-long contact, but it’s enough to have the ghost of his touch lingering, enough to make your stomach churn in joy.

The action was so painfully casual– as if it was second nature to him. As if there was no reason for him to contemplate the decision– as if this was what he wanted to do all the time, and so he did it. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Selfishly, though, you must admit you need both– you need the words just as much as the actions. Good thing Eric knows you so well– sometimes you think it’s even more than you know yourself.

“Now come on, let’s get you home,” he hums, hugging you to him with his right arm as you two walk down the sidewalk, “wouldn’t want my beloved girl to freeze to death right here.”

His beloved.

The words resonate in your brain. This time, it’s a good type of screaming match happening with your thoughts– all worries battled, using his sentence to cut out the bad parts like a sharpened knife. This time, your mind is full of fireworks and excited buzzing, sending the happy signals all across your body, helping you fight winter with the power of gentle loving.

And sure, you know that those feelings might come again. There’s no way of telling when the skeletons will appear, hunting down your happy thoughts. But you know that even if they do, you will always somehow find your way back to Eric, and he’ll make sure to remind you of what you need to hear, and you’ll be okay again.

You guess The Beatles were right after all. Maybe all you need is a little love sometimes.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #tbz #eric sohn #sohn youngjae #the boyz angst #the boyz fluff #tbz angst #tbz fluff #eric sohn angst #eric sohn fluff #eric sohn x reader #tbz x reader #tbz scenario #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenario #sohn youngjae x reader #sohn youngjae fluff #sohn youngjae angst

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blasphemecel · 1 month

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Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness — Ego Death

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader, Alexis Ness/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.4k TYPE: Rivalry, Tension WARNING(S): Canon-typical football derangement, canon-typical overreaction NOTE: This is a part of the dog walking-verse again it's getting out of control

They swap you in not long after Shidou’s goal.

You’re in a good mood when you step on the field, of course, like you always are. Noa doesn’t like the way you play, but you’re always in the games in the end. Your unbalanced mind chooses to interpret this as an acknowledgement of your greatness, which gives you a funny feeling. Kind of like a high.

And your target is Ness, as usual. You find yourself standing next to him, excitement bubbling in your stomach. “Let’s give them hell, ok?”

“I’m tired of telling you everyday, we won’t be doing anything,” he says, irked by your persistence. “You’re not my ace! Get it through your thick head.”

You continue grinning, giddy for what you have planned. “Ness, do you see the future I see?”

“I don’t know what your delusional imagination has come up with, but I bet it’s something stupid.”

“Whatever. When someone’s mind is closed, you just need to pry it open sometimes.”

Ness maintains his upbeat demeanor, but it’s nothing more than a mask. He intends for his words to cut into you, though he knows you won’t care. “You always talk nonsense and then call everyone else myopic for not understanding you.”

“I guess. I mean, if that’s how you see it,” you say.

After relenting, you glance at Kaiser, who’s not saying anything, just frowning. His attitude has been getting worse the longer this Neo Egotist League event has been going on. Isagi must be wearing him down.

That’s a nasty face he’s making right now. You want to watch it get worse.

When the game starts, you do your typical movements, as if you’re trying to go on the offense. You make an earnest attempt to evade the defenders marking you down whenever you get the ball, but it’s mostly a ploy. What’s important is to get the positioning right for what you’re about to do, so you keep track of where everyone is, where they’re going to run next, and try to use your approach as a lure to adjust it all to your liking.

Is the misery settling in? Does it bother Kaiser how he’s struggling to stand out right now, and against this competition, for maybe the first time in his life? Is Ness frustrated because his passing courses are so limited like never before? You’ll need to create an opportunity for this desperation to turn into a slip up you can exploit. A moment of urgent, careless thinking, more likely to give into instinct rather than a clear-minded aspiration…

You can’t leave it to coincidence, though. You break through with one-two passes from Hiori. Karasu follows, hot on your trail. Defenses are tight, not leaving any room for a sensible breakthrough.

“Always flittin’ about like a damn fly,” Karasu says. “Yer annoying.”

“And you’re a hillbilly.” You’re close to the penalty area, and you realize things have aligned well now, though you try not to let it show on your face that you’re scheming something. The next step requires meticulous execution. You manage to keep the ball in your possession against Karasu, but you can’t drag this out.

The exact moment you have enough space to move, the ball goes up in the air and you take on a shooting stance. Rin jumps into your field of vision as you thought he would, blocking the path with his foot, trying to get in your way. “You’re so damn predictable. It’s-”

In what looks like a show of godlike reflexes, but was actually premeditated all along, you reveal the feint, sending the ball flying to your desired spot, somewhere behind yourself and near the arc. Rin doesn’t even finish his critique of your performance out of incredulity.

You snap your head around to watch with an ecstatic grin, goosebumps breaking out across your skin in anticipation. Even by your standards — quick and precise with your aim — this was an abrupt and forceful pass, enough to catch the recipient off guard.

Ness doesn’t have much time to think it over by the time he realizes what’s happening, what with three defenders blocking Kaiser and two more hovering near Ness himself. So, he pulls his leg in and obeys the instantaneous reaction-

“Yes!” you scream, elated at your success. Your vision comes to life — Alexis Ness scores Bastard München’s first goal.

Despite kicking the ball, Ness seems surprised by this development, staring at you in a confused daze. He doesn’t even bother putting on a pretense of feeling annoyed by your interference. He’s not the only one perplexed. While it’s surprising enough that he scored, what’s even more shocking is the fact that you made an assist. A deliberate one, with this outcome as the intention.

“See, Ness,” you say, gesturing ahead with a manic expression on your face, before you begin making your way towards him as if to celebrate. “You make your own magic.”

He is trembling. Ness never considered himself interested in getting a point by himself, and as of recently to make any plays separate from Kaiser at all, but it is undeniable that he’s excited by this, and he’s sure the afterwaves of energy will linger in his system for a while. But he’s still dumbfounded. “Why…?”

“Let’s play together,” you say. “You shouldn’t shackle yourself to one option like a coward. There’s no need to be scared of making a choice.” Your gaze strays from him and instead moves over his shoulder where you see Kaiser glaring at you with pure hatred from a distance, but you recognize the expression as a farce, hiding feelings of hurt and betrayal and paranoia. He really is sensitive deep down. It’s too much fun poking at that kind of thing. You continue looking at him while you continue, “After all, everything’s possible.”

“But…”

“Ness, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kaiser approaches with crossed arms, and his scowling is so intense, you feel like he’s trying to blow you to smithereens with his pathetic display. Ness flinches away from him regardless, maybe ashamed of his transgressions. Usually Kaiser treats your encounters together with a sort of levity, but his patience has been stretching thin for a while. “What do you think you’re doing? I thought you don’t help anyone besides yourself? The hell is this?”

“Ness, don’t be scared of him,” you say with a smirk. “You let him do most of the thinking, but you’re not dependent on him. It’s up to you most of the time if he gets a good shot in, not the other way around.”

Ness’s eyes widen at your words. Good. You want to watch him develop a sense of identity. It’s been too many games and you’ve been antsy. You want the satisfaction of being the catalyst to his evolution. How will his real ego manifest?

“I’m talking to you,” Kaiser grits out, grabbing you roughly by the collar of your jersey and leaning down to invade your personal space to the best of his ability as a last ditch attempt at intimidating you, blocking your view of Ness. The corners of your lips quirk up even higher, clearly not taking him seriously. The fuck is he gonna do? Whine at you until you die of boredom? “Look at me and stop pretending I’m not here!”

“When an emperor loses his last lackey, I consider him dethroned.”

His grip on your shirt tightens in response. So temperamental and easy to mess with, it’s almost cute. “Ness won’t switch to you over this. Besides, that was your orchestration. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you say. “He’ll resist it at first, I’m sure, but there’s no going back after this. He’ll start seeing me and Isagi as viable passing options, and then curiosity will get the better of him.”

Kaiser pushes you away, but his anger doesn’t seem to be simmering down. You stumble a little, but it’s not even enough to make you lose your balance and land on your ass. “I’ll make sure you plunge so deep into despair, you won’t want to touch a football in your life ever again.”

“Ho ho ho.” You laugh fakely in an exaggerated voice, clasping your hands together behind your back, pleased with the way this is going. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You’ve caused a great sense of unsettle within your favorite player out of the New Generation World XI. How long ago was it when you first saw him through a screen? Now he’s standing in front of you, and he’s disturbed, and you’re getting under his skin, and you’ve just completed the first step in your plan to steal his loyal midfielder. And he even wants to crush you! You’re so happy, you can’t help but continue to grin.

Yes, today is another beautiful day, like always.

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It's never that serious

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man. i really do love the way you’ve handled tigerclaw— he’s still a bastard, but he’s a bastard who GENUINELY thinks he’s doing right by his clan, his family. the shift in motivation from “i want to conquer the whole forest as a tyrannical dictator” to “i want to isolate thunderclan from its neighbors so it can be restored to it’s former glory and flourish” is WAY more impactful, imo. i also think there’s something to be said about how he’s (maybe) willing to exempt fireheart— whose entire character has been about BUILDING bridges between thunderclan and the rest of the forest— from his hitlist and make a hypocrite of himself because he and goldenflower have a fondness for him. i choose to believe that tigerclaw is still proud of the way fireheart stands up for what he believes in, even if it is conflicting with his own goals.

tldr; loving the direction of this so far. thank you guys for all your hard work!! looking forward to my heart continually being broken in the future <3

Figured answering these two together would be ideal.

It’s excellent to hear the enthusiasm and kind words, thank you! I’ve been stowing away this discussion about Tigerclaw and Fireheart for a while, and now I get to blather!

People have brought up that Tigerclaw choosing not to hurt Fireheart is unusual, since Fireheart’s the one that’s soft to outsiders and has been on track to softening the entire Clan as well, and Tigerclaw is against that. The reason for this requires a bit of a tangent.

Tigerclaw initially was a bit emotionally distant with all his Clanmates, save Goldenflower (for the most part). Not in the sense of “I don’t care about any of you”, but more like “I care about you, but I’m not so attached that I can’t kill you to save everyone else”. He’s had the thought in his mind for years that he could be a better leader than the one everyone already loves, that these cats had impaired judgement and couldn’t do what needs to be done, that he didn’t want to commit to having a family because that could get in the way of his silent and righteous crusade. He cared for his Clanmates, but his heart was careful not to get too close to anyone, even, to a very small extent, Goldenflower. What if he needed to put her out of the way too?

And then Fireheart happened.

Initially, Tigerclaw didn’t care about him. It’s some kittypet who has a tiny bit of potential. Big whoop. He was under the category of “to be Handled if he gets too uppity and does the wrong thing”, and Tigerclaw expected he’d stay there forever. That was fine and easy, even if Goldenflower got attached to him. He could kill Lionface if he needed to, why would he be unable to take out a shrimpy outsider just because his mate likes him?

The thing is, Fireheart’s got this annoying little talent of drawing out people’s kindness and affection without even trying. We’ve seen his own gentle, broad love for everyone around him, even those he just met and knows nothing about beyond them needing help from a stranger. He is overflowing goodness and fondness and empathy in a somewhat compact ginger body, and you can’t break that or scare that out of him. And somehow, with that infallible bravery to keep being kind and polite, he manages to worm his way into the core of another cat and soothingly convince them, even unconsciously, to offer a nice word to someone they don’t like, or maybe ask a Clanmate if they’re doing okay when they think they don’t care, or even just blink trustingly to calm a frightened and starving outsider they should be chasing away. It’s difficult to catch him doing it, but as we’ll see in the rest of the series, it’s a gradual, unstoppable infection.

This talent is what made everyone (well, except for Darkstripe, but he doesn’t like anybody) so fond of him, even if they preemptively think he’s just a dumb kittypet who needs to toughen up. Frostfur is a good example: she went from apathy and disdain to offering him silent support when he brought Cloudkit home and actively partaking in conversation with him when he approached her, just over the course of this book. All he had to do was, like I said, be kind and polite, and he gradually broke down even her walls. Charred Legacy, the next book, will go more into this, so I’ll save the details for now, but my point is that Fireheart is really damn good at making his Clanmates and friends care about him and others.

How troubling (and mildly amusing) it was to Tigerclaw to find that he wasn’t exempt from this. And how amazed he was to find that coming to care for this little outsider his mate was eager to adopt opened up a whole new world for him. Maybe having kits wasn’t so bad. Maybe he could be a father and still do what he needed to do, and maybe his family didn’t need to get hurt in the process. Maybe Goldenflower was more precious to him than he realized, and maybe Fireheart was someone he could see as a son, and be proud to do so.

What Tigerclaw failed to account for is that attachment complicates things. You might have to kill someone – but no, now you come up with excuses not to. They’re just misguided, you can fix them with a couple conversations. You don’t have to take them out. They’re your family! And your family is important! Surely you can let them live, just these particular cats. You can change their minds. They’ll understand and appreciate your goal in time. It’ll be just fine, you know it.

And so it went, deeper and deeper, until his twisted mind was able to justify not hurting Fireheart ever, solely because he’s his son, and his son deserves to live no matter what. In the same way he thought of his more “dangerous” Clanmates as a liability even if they didn’t really do anything wrong, he thought of his mate and son as essential to ThunderClan, even if they went against his ideals.

He never did see the hypocrisy in that. And even to the end, he never even dreamed of hurting Fireheart.

That’s his son, you know?

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