#he laughs about my dumb jokes and doesn’t get tired of me talking about the same thing for hours

[bpdamn]

he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. i know i’ll never find someone like him but it’s whatever cause i don’t ever wanna try to replace him. all i want is to be by his side. but i can’t or at least i shouldn’t be. it really fucking hurts. it hurts that i ruin everything good. it’s too painful to watch him suffer with me cause he deserves nothing but the best. i know that i’m in the way of his happiness cause no matter how hard i try there’s no escaping the past. i’m trying not to think about what i’m about to lose cause the thought of being without him is unbearable but i know i’ll eventually have to. i’m terrified of the day where the realization will hit me that i’ve lost my one and only chance to make my shitshow of a life worth living

#the fact that he was there for me and cared about me from the very moment we met just shows that he has the purest soul #he was there for me when my last relationship was falling apart #he picked me up when i called him in the middle of the night to tell him i wanted to commit #he always tried to understand me rather than getting mad even tho he had every right to be upset #he always made sure i feel comfortable when we were with his friends or family #he laughs about my dumb jokes and doesn’t get tired of me talking about the same thing for hours #he’s the most beautiful caring funny person i’ve ever met and will ever meet #and still i hurt him #if i can’t even be with him then what am i even doing #not to be dramatic but life feels pointless #here’s to dying in my sleep <3

[luveline]

there’s this scene in the office where pam falls asleep on jim during a conference at work, he doesn’t move her at all and even stays until after the meeting is over just to let her sleep!!! do u think u could write something similar for our annoyingly sweet coworker! james?? love u

love u <3 —James may not like you, but he’s a good pillow. fem, 1k

“Today we’re gonna talk about workplace satisfaction.” 

James crosses his arms over his chest. The yawn he suppresses threatens to make his jaw crack, his eyes heavy not a minute into the presentation. 

“I know all about that,” Sirius says under his breath. 

Remus needles him in the arm with his elbow. It might’ve been the best dumb luck in the world to get to work with his best friends, but not even their joking can make this meeting less mind-numbing. He covers his mouth with his hand and settles in. 

“We sent around a survey this last week and we’ve had everyone’s responses. The results are anonymous, but we do want to touch on where we, as a company, are going wrong. Our first category was day to day working.” 

You yawn. James turns his head to watch you, and with the lights dimmed, he’s not sure you notice. You cover your mouth with both hands, your eyes failing to reopen for a few long, admittedly humorous seconds. He likes how your lashes look stuck together, and the way you rub your nose afterward. It’s cute. 

What’s not cute is your shaking knees. You press them together, but you’re sitting awkwardly, and they tremble at the strange position. James wonders what it is you’re upto that’s making you so tired lately. You seem down; he stapled his fingertip earlier in a crazy mishap of which he was at no fault and you didn’t even laugh. You took his hand and pulled out the staple. 

You’ve been acting super weird. 

“So about half of you expressed that you feel like you aren’t allowed the breaks that you need. While it’s encouraged you all take a ten minute break from your screens every other hour, you feel penalised when you do, and we want to change that. Do any of you guys have anything to say? This is the time to speak your thoughts.” 

Remus raises his hand. James loves him more than anyone in the world. “Whenever I try to take a break around lunchtime, you ask me if I can wait until lunch. I don’t think needing breaks from the screen should wait, or detract from my legal break time.” 

“What we’re trying to do is encourage you guys to make the most of your working time without hurting yourselves.” 

A great non answer. You make a soft sound and James turns with a smile, expecting to find you smothering a laugh, and instead seeing a great eyeful of your neck. Your head has fallen back, your back slouching under the weight of yourself as your leg begins to drift toward his. 

Poor girl, he thinks. 

“What about the kitchen tap?” someone asks. 

Your boss sighs. “What about it?” 

James leans down to be your height. He can imagine the neck ache, the stiffness, and so when he brings his arm up to touch the shoulder closest to his, it’s with sympathy, if not fondness. 

You make another soft sound like a snuffle and rest your face on his shoulder.

James looks away. Looks back, tracing the soft roundness of your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and your lips, pouting ever so slightly in your dozing. He’s thought often that you were awarded a face too sweet for who you are. What evil demon are you, to treat him like he’s stupid and to smile at him in your way? Sometimes he gets so mad at you for it that he thinks about grabbing you, and yanking your face to his, and then he feels so guilty for wanting to grab you at all that he leaves your mug where it is in the cupboard. It’s not nice to want to kiss you with any sort of force. 

It’s not nice wanting to kiss you at all, because it isn’t a joke, he really doesn’t like you sometimes. 

But what’s not to like about you now? 

Lately he feels this weird bridge forming between you, like you could be civil, or better. You rub your nose into his shoulder and he holds his breath, worried his moving chest will jolt you. Something must be really getting to you if you’re sleeping at work. He should ask if you’re alright, when you’re awake. 

He doesn’t think he can. 

“Alright, guys. Let’s talk about customer service.” 

You’re demure. James thinks it and bites his own tongue, hard and accidental, flinching at the sudden pain. You mumble against him and he quickly stills, his heart pounding. Fuck, he hates this. Why does he feel like this? He didn’t mean to jostle you. 

Your hand curls around his arm like you’re telling him to stay still. 

He should take a photo of you for blackmail purposes. If not blackmail, mild humiliation. He can email it to everyone before you wake up, zoom in on your nose pressed rough to his arms, your deep exhales warm on his shirt. 

James rubs your elbow for reasons he can’t understand.

The meeting is torturously long, inanely boring. You rouse when your coworkers clap politely at the end of the presentation, James’ hand now returned to his leg. He looks resolutely at the front of the room, your gaze a heat on his cheek, before you look down and rub your eyes. 

“Sorry, James,” you murmur. 

“It’s okay. Don’t mention it.” 

That’s what’s best, right? You have these insane moments of togetherness and never, ever talk about them. 

“Did I miss much?” you ask. 

Pillow and minute keeper? James doesn’t think so. “Should’ve paid attention.” 

“Did he talk about the tap in the kitchen?” 

“If you were meant to know, you’d know, hm?” You yawn and blink to yourself all soft with sleep, and James debates giving in for longer than he’d care to admit. “He did talk about the tap,” he says. 

“Is he fixing it?” you ask. 

“Couldn’t hear him over your snoring, sorry.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter imagine #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #the marauders #marauders era #marauders

[hannie-dul-set]

sorry but golden retriever sungchan x black cat reader is the only canon option! if you write a blurb on this pls i will actually kiss you in the mouth (ily btw)

[man on a mission]. jung sungchan has taken it upon himself to make you laugh at least once a day.

“you’re so fucking lame,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, sitting in front of him at the cafeteria while he has two chopsticks sticking out of his nose. “gross,” you say, but the slight quirk of your lips and the way you quickly reach for your iced lemonade to cover it up makes him pump his fist in the air in victory— even at the expense of his image.

“ha! you laughed! i win.”

his other friends ask him why he even bothers. or, in the words of anton, “hyung, why are you so hell bent on making a fool out of yourself at least once a day?” but his motivations go beyond the selfish desire of proving that his sense of humor can even penetrate the moody and scary (i.e. you). sungchan has made is a mission to make you laugh every single day because of one single reason.

sungchan is simply sick and tired of people talking shit about you.

“it’s ridiculous!” he huffs, slamming both fists on the table after anton asked him the question. “they don’t even know them that well!” yet those same people call you bossy, call you a stick in the mud, temperamental and so on and so forth— which, sungchan has to admit isn’t all wrong. you’re always scowling or glaring or telling people off, but your love language is violence and words needled with spikes. sungchan is the only with enough fluency to see the tenderness in your light punches and your eloquent “fuck you’s” straight to his face.

no, he doesn’t want you to change. he doesn’t want you to soften up your edges just because of the thoughtless impressions of a couple dozen unimportant people. 

but it won’t hurt to see you laughing ever so often, right?

“oh my god, stop it,” you wheeze, hands pressed tightly to your face after sungchan shows you a dumb tiktok video he just saw, then imitating it with just as much grace and passion, causing you to snort out loud and burst into a fit. “fuck’s sake, i hate you so much.”

once more, mission accomplished. he forced you to tag along with his friends for dinner today, so that was a necessary move to break the ice— especially because anton is kind of afraid of you. seeing you out of your usual resting bitch face should ease their intimidation, and jung sungchan is proud of himself for a job well done seeing shotaro having a passionate discussion about a manga you’ve both read.

“no way, i couldn’t find a copy anywhere! can you lend it to me?”

there’s  a swell of pride in his chest seeing you talk so easily with someone else other than him. it’s nice to see other people finally seeing you in the same light as he had for the past couple of years. pride. yes. that’s exactly and the only thing he’s feeling right now.

“hey.”

but as your conversation with taro lengthens that you haven’t looked at him since laughing at his joke, and as eunseok discreetly calls his attention while staring at you from across the table with a look in his eyes that’s all too familiar— almost as if he’s looking straight at a mirror—sungchan thinks that maybe he should abort his mission.

“your friend has a pretty smile.”

he knows. he’s been trying to get everyone else to see it all this time.

#blurbs #had this thought in the bathroom huahahahahahah #sungchan x reader #jung sungchan x reader #riize x reader #sungchan x you #jung sungchan x you #riize x you #riize scenarios #riize imagines #riize fluff #jung sungchan scenarios #sungchan scenarios

[sjuderia]

april fool’s day - CL16

→ charles leclerc confessing his love for his best friend, y/n just to fuck it up by telling her it’s just an april fool’s prank.

y/n questions her life choices every time someone compliments her cooking. she should’ve gone to a culinary school and opened a restaurant. everyone constantly asked her to cook for them, just like her best friend, charles who begged her to cook for him tonight.

"mamma mia. you don’t know how much i missed your cooking. perhaps i should hire you as my personal chef." charles looks at the food that y/n brought him to the table.

"yeah sure, sure. eat up cha." y/n sat in front of charles and was ready to eat too.

the two started eating their meal and having a conversation, catching up and charles making terrible jokes in between. of course, you didn’t forget to roast charles’ terrible jokes.

"can’t believe it’s april already." charles puts down his fork and knife.

"i know right." y/n agreed as she grabbed her and charles’ empty plates.

"let me do the dishes; you already cooked." charles snatched the plates from y/n.

"alright. if you insisted." y/n chuckled playfully and followed charles to the kitchen.

charles brought the plates to the sink, and y/n stood behind him, leaning on the kitchen island.

"i wish you were at the race last week," charles stated.

"i wish i could be there too, cha, but" y/n was about to reply, but charles interrupted her.

"no. hear me out. i’m so used to having you around me all the time, and when you’re not around, it doesn’t feel right. it’s more enjoyable when you’re there, yes. you make me feel at ease; you make me feel—i don’t know y/n. it’s just that it doesn’t feel right." charles still continuing washing the dishes.

"what are you saying, charles?" y/n looks at her best friend, puzzled.

"what i’m trying to say is…i like you—no i love you y/n…more than friends." charles said, nervously.

y/n swore that her heart had dropped to her knees and her eyes had widened out of shock. she froze upon hearing charles’ sudden confession. she couldn’t seem to speak up or move. charles put down the clean plates and turned around to look at y/n to see her reaction.

"…got you! happy april fool’s day." charles laughed.

"haha…that’s funny…" y/n faked her laugh.

"…yeah…let’s watch the movie we talked about earlier, shall we?" charles clears his throat.

"i might have to skip out on that one; I don’t feel well suddenly. maybe next time?" y/n pretends to be dizzy.

"what? are you okay?" charles walked closer to her, looking worried.

"just feeling a little light-headed; i haven’t had a good night's sleep for the past few days." y/n stepped back and left the kitchen.

"you can rest in my room like you always do." charles followed her to the living room.

"no, i want my bed for tonight. thanks for the offer though." y/n grabbed her purse and keys.

"hey, slow down. do you want me to drive you home?" charles walked faster as y/n is basically speed-walking.

"no. you don’t have to, and i want to be alone tonight. you go get some rest too; you must be tired." y/n smiled weakly before leaving charles at the door.

y/n went straight home. she felt like crying tonight—charles’ april fool’s prank really got to her. she thought he felt the same way. y/n always liked him—loved him more than friends since she doesn’t even remember when.

arthur came home to see his brother sitting alone in the living room; he already sensed that something’s wrong.

"where’s y/n? I thought you guys were going to watch a movie while making out or something after you finally confessed." arthur chuckled, sitting next to his brother.

"she went home. suddenly not feeling well." charles replied, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"…you fucked it up, didn’t you?" arthur looks at his brother.

"i don’t know... i confessed and she froze, so i just told her that it was an april fool’s prank." charles looks back at arthur.

"oh my god! you’re so dumb sometimes!" arthur said with frustration.

"what?!"

"of course she’s froze! how’d you feel when your crush confessed that she felt the same way? you must be shocked, surprised, and happy at the same time that you don’t know what to do!" arthur explained.

"y/n feels the same way..."

"she does! i don’t know why the two of you can’t see that you guys are in love with each other when it’s obvious to everyone!"

"you’re pranking me." charles shook his head, not believing his brother.

"i’m not! why’d you think she went home earlier? and no, it’s not because she’s not feeling well. that’s a lie. it’s because she’s hurt! you saying it’s a prank is like pushing her off a cliff. it hurt her." arthur is basically screaming at his older brother now.

"i really fucked up, didn’t i?"

"yes you did, but you can still fix it. go to her place now." arthur points at the door.

without hesitation, charles took his car keys and drove straight to y/n’s place. charles stood in front of y/n’s door, taking a breath before pressing the doorbell.

y/n who’s currently staring at the ceiling and already in bed, she cursed at whoever was standing in front of her door right now. she doesn’t care about how she looks right now; her eyes must be puffy from crying, but she doesn’t care.

"if it’s another prank, i’m going to slam the door at you." she opened the door to see the man that she had cried over for the past hours.

"no, no. it’s not, i promise. i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean it. it wasn’t a prank. i panicked when i saw your reaction; i was being honest; i love you more than friends. i really do." charles looks at you softly.

"you do?"

"i do. i really do love you."

"i have the urge to get you back, but i also badly want to kiss you right now." y/n smirked.

"then kiss me," charles said.

y/n stepped closer to charles, leaning in for a kiss. charles kissed her back and pushed her inside. he kicked the door shut, still kissing her. she brought him to her room, and the two spent the night in her bed together.

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc one shot

[nico-di-genova]

Late Night Talks - Strollonso

Written for the prompt: [Lance and Fernando] dead-tired in bed, curled up to each other and they keep making dumb jokes and laughing at them

Warnings: NSFW, not super explicit, but mentioned.

@raapija hopefully this is sort of what you were looking for, I started with answering your prompt and then it just sort of got away from me.

Post Singapore is quickly becoming Lance’s least favorite post-race kind of feel, second only to Qatar which exists in a league of its own. He doesn’t do well in the heat, his body acclimated to colder climates and snow that comes up to his knees. Miami is about the closest he’ll come to acceptable humidity, and only when he can couple it with the lukewarm temperature of the ocean and the salty spray that comes from zipping through the waves on the back of a boat’s tow. But Singapore is the sort of wet heat that clings to you until you can’t breathe around it, it makes driving a car for two hours in on-the-limit conditions near impossible.

“I feel disgusting,” he complains to Fernando, drying the back of his wet hair with a hotel towel and grimacing. He still feels like he has sweat clogging his pores, embedded in his hair follicles, couldn’t seem to get himself clean no matter how hard he scrubbed at his skin.

Fernando, who had taken a shower in his own room because if they had shared it wouldn’t have resulted in attempting to get clean at all, wears a matching expression of discomfort. He’s sprawled across Lance’s bed, in nothing but his boxers and normally that would inspire something in Lance. But sex, especially with Fernando, is a sweaty endeavor and he would like to avoid adding to his already uncomfortable state.

Doesn’t stop him from getting hard anyway, noticeably tenting the towel low on his hips.

Fernando arches an eyebrow, peaks down at Lance through heavy-lidded eyes.

“No, ignore that.”

“Hard to ignore,” Fernando quips, but he’s just as exhausted as Lance and it shows when he doesn’t make an effort to sit up and pull Lance closer. Instead he closes his eyes and readjusts his arm where it’s resting under his head, lets out a sigh that Lance knows is a prelude to quiet snores.

“Don’t fall asleep there,” he complains, shucking off the towel long enough to slide on his own underwear, “You’re taking up the whole bed, asshole.”

He still needs to brush his teeth, probably make an attempt at skincare before the grime of the day sets in and breakouts quickly follow. But standing is beginning to take a lot of effort. It’s like he can feel the weight of the heat bearing down on his shoulders, even though they’re inside, can still feel it pressing on his chest. It’s a good thing they have a late flight tomorrow because Lance’s future plans include nothing more but sleeping until the bone deep exhaustion makes its way out of him.

Fernando hasn’t moved, still lays with his knees hanging off the bed, one arm flung out beside him, legs spread just as wide, like he’s intentionally trying to take up as much space as possible. He nudges Fernando’s knee with his own and it’s the only warning the man gets before Lance is collapsing down beside him, the full weight of him landing on Fernando’s outstretched arm and half on top of his body. They’re laying sideways on the bed, and Lance is too tall for this, immediately finds it uncomfortable. But Fernando smells nice, and he’s warm where Lance presses up against him, so he allows it for the time being. Even if Fernando’s arm is bony and uncomfortable where it’s digging into Lance’s side.

“You are still wet,” Fernando grumbles, still with his eyes closed, still half-asleep, “Off.”

“It’s my bed, old man,”

They share a hotel room most nights now, the separate bookings nothing more than a charade, but they are still technically in Lance’s room. Ignoring Fernando’s griping, he presses closer, throws a leg over the man’s body, finds the crook of Fernando’s neck and nuzzles his nose there, lets his wet hair brush against Fernando’s cheek, until Fernando is wriggling away in discomfort. Annoyance is not a tactic he employs frequently, nor is it one that typically works on Fernando, but it works tonight.

“Like a soggy cat,” Fernando chastises, and then sits up, taking his comforting scent and presence with him.

Lance smiles, satisfied, shifts until he’s right way up on the bed and can let his damp hair soak into the pillows. Fernando lets him get comfortable and then he lays back down, this time with his head resting on Lance’s chest, an area devoid of the moisture from the shower. His breathing evens out pretty quickly, tells Lance he’s quickly drifting back toward unconsciousness. One of his hands splays across Lance’s bare stomach, low enough that his fingers brush along the hair there.

And now it’s his turn to be annoying, because Fernando knows he’s sensitive, uses it to his advantage when he lets his pinkie inch down further.

“This is a dangerous game,” he warns, feels himself grow harder in his underwear.

He can feel when Fernando smiles against him, prickly beard rubbing against the raw skin of his chest with the curl of his lips, “You don’t want to play?”

“Too tired. It would be pretty boring, anyway. I don’t wanna move,” Lance lying flat on his back, Fernando half asleep, both of them pawing at each other’s dicks with flagging interest until the exhaustion won out and the draining adrenaline finally took the last bit of energy they had left. He doubts he could even cum, as tired as he is. And if he did he’d have to trudge back to the shower because no way is he waking up in the morning with cum dried tacky on his stomach alongside the inevitable sweat from being pressed next to Fernando, the human furnace, during the night.

Fernando laughs, quiet, rumbling, “You are a pillow princess anyway.”

“Hey.”

“Is true.”

“It is n-“ he thinks of last night, how Fernando had tried to goad Lance into riding him and he’d made himself more at home on his back. He liked looking up at Fernando, liked burying his head in the crook of his neck and scratching desperately at his back. All things that were pretty hard to do if he was sitting in the air having to dictate the rhythm himself. Lance wasn’t lazy, he just knew what he liked, so sue him.

Fernando knows he’s won when Lance changes the subject. “How do you even know that word?” he’s absentmindedly threading his fingers through Fernando’s hair, the strands mostly dry where Lance’s was still soaking into the pillow. His hair is soft, always well-maintained, soothes something inside Lance because the texture is familiar.

Fernando hums, pleased. Lance tries not to preen at the sound. Pillow princess his ass, he likes to make Fernando feel good too. He can put in the work. If the work is done easily on the comfort of his back.

“I am only forty-two, Lance. Not so old I do not know things.”

“One foot in the grave practically.”

Fernando scoffs, pinches Lance’s stomach in retaliation, “Yes. We go shopping for my headstone tomorrow, pick out flowers.”

Age used to be a thing between them. Back when this started a year ago. When Lance was twenty-four and Fernando still looked at him like he was seeing that kid standing in the Ferrari garage. It had been a thing approximately until the moment Lance took matters into his own hands, took Fernando’s cock in his mouth with practiced ease and any internalized war Fernando was fighting went right out the window. And then it had resurfaced with force the first time Fernando fucked him so hard he was sobbing into the sheets, the sex quickly aborted when Fernando got scared he’d done something wrong, no matter how many times Lance tried to promise it was only that he’d been doing everything right. So they’d had to have a serious discussion, establish boundaries, ensure Lance was in the right headspace to be in a relationship with a man he’d known since he was nine. Now they could joke about it, had put in the work so that the gap in their ages no longer mattered.

“A suit too?” Lance teases, accompanying the press of his words with the pads of his fingers against the base of Fernando’s skull, a pressure he knows helps because of all the times Fernando has done it for him.

Fernando laughs again, more gravely, barely there, “We are planning a funeral or a wedding?”

Lance thinks, stares up at the ceiling and tries to think of a reply that won’t leave him sounding strangled. Wedding. He is startled to find he likes that word, likes it coming from Fernando’s mouth with the concept of Fernando being the person waiting for him at the altar.

“Both. Two birds with one stone,” and then the image of a funeral wedding, both of them standing in a half-dug grave, an arch being replaced with a gravestone, becomes suddenly so funny he can’t stop giggling at the thought of it. “We could leave the reception in a hearse.”

It maybe speaks to his level of exhaustion that he can’t seem to stop laughing at the nonsensical turn in the conversation.

Fernando is still smiling, Lance can still feel it, “You are weird.” He says, and Lance can hear the alternate meaning in the statement, how fond it sounds.

“Been called worse,” Lance jokes, makes sure it stays that, because they both know there’s an element of truth to it. “You almost podium and you are talking about funeral weddings. Strange.”

Oh, yeah, P4. Singapore maybe had taken so much out of him because he’d pushed himself to nearly P3 with nothing but pure spite to fuel him. .3 of a second back from Sergio, chasing the unfamiliar sight of a Red Bull to the finish. He’d felt the desperate need to make up for last year, shut up a certain faction of people that couldn’t seem to keep his name out of their mouths. It wasn’t a podium though, only nearly one, so he still wasn’t particularly satisfied. Fernando had carried most of the excitement for him, praising him in post-race interviews and hugging him as soon as they climbed out of their cars. Lance had already seen pictures of the moment caught from his still active onboard, Fernando’s hand drifting to its natural place at his waist, the other on the back of his helmet. There was of course no sound, so no one had heard the praise Fernando showered him with before they went to be weighed.

‘So proud, cariño. So proud.’

“Almost a podium, Nano. It was P4,” Lance says now, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, slinking down further into the pillows. Fernando shuffles with the movement, until he’s beside Lance and then they’re both on their sides, parallel to each other. Fernando’s arm wraps around his waist, pulls him closer.

Lance studies the wrinkles forming at the corners of Fernando’s eyes, reaches out to trail the pad of his thumb along them. It is probably one of his favorite features, the mark of years’ worth of laughter. Lance likes to think of Fernando happy, likes when he can make Fernando smile enough that the lines deepen. He doesn’t like when Fernando presses his lips together as he’s doing now, a thin line of dissatisfaction.

“Still a good result.”

Lance concedes, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad.” Could have been better, would have been if he’d been able to manage his tires better on the entry to turn seven like his engineer had requested.

He yawns again, curls closer to Fernando so now he’s the one with his head tucked under Fernando’s chin. If they were still outside, still in their cars, the warmth rolling off Fernando would be unbearable. But the temperature of the hotel has been set to freezing, so his body is beginning to return to a stable level of self-regulation.

“Next time you will get around Perez.”

“He’s in a rocket ship, man. You want me to teleport to P3?” He mumbles against Fernando’s neck, eyes drifting shut, weight of his body sinking further into the mattress.

“Lawrence can hire people. Make that possible. He would invent this for you, I think.”

They both laugh, and then Fernando is rambling something about holding Sergio back next race, letting Lance take P3, and then P2 and then, impossibly, they both know, P1. It’s half in French, half in the bits of Spanish Lance is picking up but is too tired to follow, and then it trails off into nothing because Fernando finally lets the exhaustion win. Lance follows behind not long after.

When they wake in the morning it is to the ringing of Fernando’s phone, to the frantic texts buzzing through on Lance’s. They missed their flight, which means the morning sex isn’t rushed. It means that Lance gets to lay on his back, lazy and selfish, while Fernando teases him but continues to thrust with measured accuracy above him. He lets Fernando mark the skin at the nape of his neck as compensation for doing all the work, lets him suck at the soft skin there until Lance is sure the hickey will take a while to fade.

And maybe Singapore isn’t that bad after all. Despite the heat. Lance thinks he could justify the humidity like he does for Miami, if P4, senseless late night talks, and Fernando’s smile when Lance pants his name are the reward for enduring the climate. It all feels worth it in the end.

#strollonso #strollonso fic #my fic #I once again ask #is this even anything? #at this point I think I write about them just to senselessly ramble #idk if this is even good tbh

[simpinberry]

⋆˙⟡♡ Bella Ramsey bf/gf headcannons ♡⋆˙⟡

𖦹 i think bella would be the type of bf who would be so soft and gentle. she’d love resting her head on your chest and snuggling up to you at the end of a long day. takes turns being big/little spoon but very loudly states how much she loves being little spoon.

𖦹 they know you. like they really know you. anytime they go to the store they always make sure to grab your favorite snack or pastry for u to eat in the morning. they know your comfort movies and will listen to you talk about it for hours on end. knows when you’re easily irritable and let’s you win little bickering battles.

𖦹loves loves lovesss receiving compliments from you. he’s either super flustered or super cocky and proud, depends on the day. gets shy knowing someone she admires thinks so highly of her but also extremely proud knowing he has proved himself well. loves little everyday acknowledgments and love notes.

𖦹i have absolutely no evidence to back this up but i think they’d absolutely love making dirty jokes. i think they’d be hilarious most of the time in anyways. however with bella, you can be goofy. like childhood silly and goofy. dumb faces and stupid body movements are hilarious. you guys would randomly do yoga challenges at 2am and cry laughing at the weird ways you have to stretch your bodies.

𖦹 bella overall seems like a very determined and focused person. ppl really admire her dedication to her craft and have lots of respect for her. i think he’d be the type of partner to inspire you and push you to chase your dreams. would have the most patience with you whilst helping you in ways he knows will rlly make a difference in the long run. would happily connect you with ppl <33

𖦹 demands and needs physical affection. is the type to pull out dumb statistics to make out/cuddle with you. gives the best hugs, tight and meaningful. i think she’s the type to go for long kisses. you guys get lost in each others presence fr. ‼️BELLA IS A FOREHEAD KISS ENTHUSIAST‼️ will always kiss you goodbye

𖦹 BIG on nicknames and pet names. doesn’t matter what ur name is, he’ll find a way to make a nickname. “darlin” in that british accent (my knees are buckling). for some reason i think she’d use “sweets” a lot, idk it suits him. “babe” or “babes” occasionally and casually in front of others.

𖦹 big slayful listener. the type of gay to be magically and unreasonably confident that they can make whatever thing you tell them you want. specifically shaped shelves?? they’re already in the shed making it. you like red velvet cupcakes?? your kitchen has been burnt down. (kidding lol there’s no way of me to know that but i thought it was funny heheh). very attentive to you, will buy you smth you mentioned you liked ONCE.

𖦹 lastly, i think she’d be rlly interested in learning about your culture. he’d want to know about your cultural clothing and dishes. asks if you could teach them how to make certain food/ if there’s any restaurant they could take you out on a date with. very respectful and curious. thinks you look SO SO GOOD & SCRUMPTIOUS in your traditional clothing.

that’s all for tnight guys, i’m rlly tired from work and going to sleep! hope u enjoy and lmk what u think!!

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey head cannon #bella ramsey gf #tlou #wlw #nonbinary #lgbtq #bisexual #lesbian #unlabeled #slay #ellie the last of us

[faithintheunknownsblog]

How do pip and alucard (seperately ) deal with a reader who is oblivious to them liking her?fluff plz

A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't forget- I've just been trying to get more chapters

Alucard

Alucard would just get tired of it, blankly staring at you and plainly asking you, “are you stupid or something?” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”

You roll your eyes and Pip steals another kiss, which he will be doing with every chance he gets from now on.

#alucrd #no life king #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #alucard hellsing #hellsing #hellsing fanfiction #alucard fanfiction #alucard x reader #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing organization #hellsing x reader #alucard x you #hellsing ova #hellsing pip #pip #pip bernadotte #pip x reader #seras victoria #hellsing seras #seras hellsing #seras #victoria seras

[starspann]

do you write for poly!matt & trey with reader? what about some smoke sesh hc’s?

YES?? OMG TY FOR REQUESTING THIS

smoking w/ matt and trey hc’s

matt stone x reader x trey parker

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smoking, cursing, suggestive themes

dating matt and trey and smoking with them <3

★☆✵☆★

an activity that you 3 frequently participate in

did it a lot together, before and after dating

sometimes you use a pipe, being that it’s yours, you light up and get first hit

when it does come to rolling, you tend to let matt or trey do it for the sole purpose of watching their fingers at work

watching the smoke leave their lips might be one of the hottest things ever

now when it comes to the entertainment,

you literally have to put up a fight to pick the movie

you’ll always end up choosing anyway,

and it’s always something stupid

think of an annoying, slapstick 90’s comedy, like the cable guy or billy madison

(not saying these r bad bc i lowkey adore them)

“oh my god.” trey gasps loudly

“what??” you reply, worry in your voice,

“this movie fucking sucks.”

earns him a good smack on the arm

“you fucking scared me!!”

i can imagine that trey is a little more energetic and talkative while matt lays back, a bit more tired and relaxed

doesn’t mean that matt isn’t talking though

in fact, they CANNOT shut up

actually impossible to have a few minutes of silence

it’s honestly cute watching them interact in such a state

giggling to each other and pointing at the tv screen and their surroundings like children

they piss themselves laughing with their dumb little inside jokes

you just sit there and observe with a smile on your face, joint in hand

“y/nnnn,” matt whines, sinking into the couch

“pass it over already, fuckin’ fiend over here..”

“shhh, shutup, c’mere—” you’d gesture him to come closer

yes, you shotgun the smoke into his mouth

and yes, trey gets super jealous and demands you do it with him too

matt leans into you and let’s you play with his hair, his hands,,

trey would rather have your hands under his shirt, gently raking your nails across his back— he likes the sensation

matt babbles on and on about random shit. he can barely get through one sentence without starting another story halfway.

trey gets cuddly, suddenly he’s never felt the touch of a human being before and needs to be all over you and matt

he definitely ends up sprawled out on top of you guys

his head in your lap, legs on top of matt’s, probably has his foot in his face

“ew! gross, dude.”

cue giddy chuckles from you and trey

“pssstt… y/n..” he whispered, looking up at you

you look down to see his blue, glossy, low-lidded eyes..

oh my god

trey notices the way you stare at him

“hi.” he says with a stupid smile on his face

“hey, baby.” you giggle

from behind you, matt’s hands find their way to your waist,

or were they there before?

smoke sesh quickly turns to a make out sesh

#matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #doug remer x reader #joe cooper x reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader #doug remer #joe cooper #matt stone #trey parker

[sparkle-d]

waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 3/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

✧.* tag list: @bloodyvalentine93 @organasith @verstappens-hat @idkiwantchocolatee @landhoe @theplobnrgone @iamasimpingh0e @chiliwhore @buendiabebeta

chapter 3 - secret

You enter through your apartment‘s door and lean against it when you close it. You feel tired - more like drained - arriving home late at night. You had to use all of your social skills with these drivers that you usually aren’t close with. Max and Lando were one hundred per cent okay, but who kept messing out and annoying you was Daniel.

He noticed that you were a bit stiff around him, not really distressed about being in his presence, but he wanted to make you get used to being around him. Daniel made jokes with you, about you and your best friends, debated with you about the world's economy even though he didn’t say anything that made sense at all and you were sure he was describing the plot of Game of Thrones without noticing. He dared you to take some shots and you only did two and fooled him into thinking that you drank more than that. 

Daniel was drunk and at some point you got comfortable with him. He made you laugh when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass and discussing with you about which racing movie was the best. Cars was the only option for the spot in your opinion.

“Listen up, the soundtrack is amazing, McQueen character development is amazing, his friendship with Mater is wholesome and in Cars Two there’s Lewis Hamilton, what’s better than that?”

You sound as drunk as Daniel when you start to state your points. Maybe being around him makes you as silly as him. You even stopped being so concerned about your surroundings while talking to him.

“The lack of a character based on me is what doesn’t make Cars better than Speed Racer.” Daniel answers you with a grin.

“Why would they put such an annoying character in their movie?” You smile at him sarcastically when he looks offended, feeling like you’re winning the discussion “Okay, Speed Racer is a good movie, but the cartoon is better. There’s no discussion here.”

“Exactly!” He shouts jumping from the couch “Now we are speaking the same language, cupcake.”

Without noticing, he steals another genuine smile from your face, turning it into a giggle.

Only when you left Max’s apartment, it’s when you realize how out of energy you were. Daniel got all of your attention and you didn’t notice that your phone had completely died out of battery  too. You didn’t touch it during the whole night.

You groan as you head to your room, searching for your charger. You connect it to the energy and use your time to get ready to bed. It’s when you lay down that your phone lights up and comes back to life.

You watch the messages pop up on your screen and notice that your phone has been off for way too long. 

buttercup said: daniel is so drunk

buttercup said: do we need to save her from him?

bubbles said: if she needs help she would’ve texted us about it

bubbles said: she’s just fine i bet

buttercup said: he’s telling her about his monaco win he loves to brag about it

bubbles said: he talks so much omg

bubbles said: we should wait until their conversation is over so we can leave

bubbles said: max is so wasted too

buttercup said: yeah

buttercup said: when she’s finished with daniel we can go

You slap your face almost too hard, because they could’ve saved you from the misery of listening to drunk Daniel, about things you didn’t care about because you were already annoyed about Daniel himself. But no, they decided to wait for you to come ask for help, as if they weren’t your best friends since forever and didn’t know when you were struggling with something.

blossom said: yes fuck face, i didn’t send you a bottle with a rescue message inside of it because my cell phone ran out of battery

blossom said: but i was asking for help with my eyes for you to save me from daniel

blossom said: i hate you two

After letting a snort out and closing your group chat with Pierre and Charles you go through your older notifications. There’s a couple of messages from your mysterious boy, and as you read the notifications, your face warms instantly. Your cheeks are red and your ears are so hot they even feel sensible to the touch. 

You read again, making sure your eyes didn’t fool you.

hot stuff said: well

hot stuff said: i ahve a lingerie kink

hot stuff said: does thsi count as a screet?

Your phone is on top of your bed and you stare at it, your hands landing on your hips as you sit on the bed to take a breath. You try to think about what you would answer to hot stuff. You aren't very familiar with these kinds of things, but you probably have an idea of what a lingerie kink is, and just thinking about it makes your cheeks red again.

Hot stuff likes to see people in lingerie, right? Well, you don't understand it very much, but he probably doesn’t enjoy seeing EVERYONE in lingerie, only certain and specific people. People he has second intentions with. You can’t even think about this matter without almost bursting with only the thought of it.

You need to be very sure of yourself to agree to be only in lingeries in front of another person. It’s too vulnerable in your opinion.

You try to think about yourself showing a part of your body to someone else like that. Maybe your torso? Or your legs? Your chest? You couldn’t do it. No, no, no, no, no. Your body isn’t something you think others would like to see. Not even with beautiful lingerie on.

Would hot stuff be turned on if you showed up to him with lingerie?

No.

Jesus.

Scratch that.

You shake your head, because your mind is going in a certain direction you don't want to think off. You shouldn’t think about it because hot stuff isn’t even a close friend of yours, why would you jump into something else like this?

But… you wonder what is hot stuff’s type.

You look good in dark blue…

Before you can continue on thinking about things you shouldn’t, your phone lights up with a new message. Your heart rate increases without noticing, it could be anyone, but from where you are, you can kind of see the “hot stuff” stamped on the notification.

You watch it for a few seconds, when another notification pops up, startling you. You decide you should answer it, at least show hot stuff you're there and didn’t disappear after he said something like that.

hot stuff said: well sorry for these messages skdjfng i think this was a very intimate secret for me to share

hot stuff said: i’m really ashamed right now that i’ve come back to my normal senses. i was a bit drunk and

hot stuff said: i-

You let a soft laugh escape, you could imagine hot stuff getting nervous from telling you about his kink out of nowhere. If he’s as anxious as you, he’s totally freaking out at that moment.

ma fraise said: no worries! i found it amusing that i think i can totally imagine it being your preferences 

You shake your head. Why would you imagine it being his preference? You don’t even think about these kinds of matters. You’re getting nervous too.

ma fraise said: but also it made me intrigued by it

ma fraise said: so that’s why i didn’t answer

ma fraise said: it had me thinking i guess

ma fraise said: are you still drunk?

You wait, but the answer doesn’t come very fast.

hot stuff said: what were you thinking exactly?

hot stuff said: no just took a shower and only embarrassment is left in my body

There’s two options here: you could simply end this conversation here and go to sleep, or you could answer hot stuff’s question. Even if you feel like this conversation is going in a different way than you imagined, you have nothing to lose here. It won’t hurt to chat a little with someone you enjoy the company of, after a horrible night.

ma fraise said: don’t worry we all get drunk sometimes xD

ma fraise said: well i was thinking about how different people are 

ma fraise said: i tried to think about what makes that your kink, and i think i figured it out, but that’s a very strange concept for me

hot stuff said: why is it strange? i think it’s a very common kink

hot stuff said: i mean…

ma fraise said: it’s not a very common thing for me about enjoying people using lingerie

ma fraise said: actually i wouldn’t know if i enjoy or not because i never thought of it

ma fraise said: what’s the basic criteria for your kink?

hot stuff said: be someone i have an attraction for like any other kink i guess

hot stuff said: i don’t crave on seeing everyone using lingerie - don’t get me wrong

hot stuff said: binotto for example i, not in a million year, will want to see him wearing lingerie you know

hot stuff said: he’s not my type

You have a small smile on your face, because he mentioned someone he’s almost sure you know since you let out by accident that you’re a Ferrari fan. Sometimes you think that hot stuff is very caring in your friendship and you feel like you’re growing more and more into trusting and enjoying having his company with you.

Maybe switching your phone with a stranger wasn’t the worst thing after all.

hot stuff said: but you i would be interested in seeing

hot stuff said: even tho i have no idea what you look like

And you throw your phone away from you.

(prev chap // next chap)

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #abi #f1 fic #awriting #weird to put blossom as blue but it’s reader’s color ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #a little shorter but i hope it’s good!

[storeecbrcod]

Through the Rubble (Pt 3)

Ghost x Reader fic (TW: Injury, death, possible themes of derealisation)

Reckless, Price had said. He had become reckless.

Ghost didn’t listen whenever Price pulled him into his office, another talk about how his actions had been dangerous, risky. It had become a common narrative to him. The same thing over and over, how Price was worried about him and didn’t appreciate the blatantly dangerous ‘stunts’ he’d pull when on missions.

Well, it didn’t matter now. His mind buzzed as he sat against a cold wall on a cold floor, looking around with heavy eyes. He was so tired, so tired of everything. He was exhausted by making the effort to move on, exhausted by making the effort to come home safe.

Everything that had transpired since your death had been so dull. Every day was the same; get up, eat, go about his duties, be talked to by Price, lay down, and try in vain to sleep. A cycle on repeat every single fucking day. It was getting on his nerves.

Even now, he felt stuck in the cycle. Like every other day of his life, he grabbed his dog tags from around his neck, flipping them over gently. He had four tags on his chain, though; two saying Simon Riley, and two inscribed with your name.

He ran his fingers over your dog tags, a pang of grief shooting through him as he studied how one was bent on a slight angle, having buckled under the same weight you had. Another way the universe seemed to mock him, mock you. Another cruel joke.

He felt over them tenderly. In his mind, it was the only thing he had to connect you to him. Having never been one for gifts or photos, he had very little of you to look back on. He hated to admit it, but sometimes, your face escaped his reaching memory.

He took a deep breath, the air getting caught in his throat at the stinging of his pain. A small smile graced his lips, free for the world to see while his mask watched, discarded to the side. His movements were slow with emotion, with longing.

“Evening, [Name],” he murmured to himself. As per his routine, he spoke to you, a daily diary muttered into the night in the hopes that his words would drift on the rivers of cold air to your ears somewhere beyond. He was never a religious man, finding it pointless. But with you, a blessing to which he bore witness, he was a willing martyr.

“I think the job’s catching up to me, you know. It’s getting hard to keep my head in the game. Keeping focussed is so fuckin’ hard, y’know? “Johnny gets on my nerves more often, and Price is doing my damn head in. Always on my ass about how I don’t care anymore, no passion and such. Even Gaz pisses me off, and he doesn’t fuckin’ speak half the time,” he recounted, a rueful laugh echoing in his chest.

“I dunno, love. I’m… I’m over it. I don’t care for it anymore. Just… just you. I only care for you.”

He sighed, looking around with dull eyes. The night was quiet, uninterrupted by noise he cared to listen to. He only focussed on you, visualising your reaction to receiving his words.

“I was thinking of retiring,” he added, scoffing another laugh.

“Guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

He was quiet, carefully tracing his bare fingers over the metal of your dog tags. The ridges of the lettering pressed smoothly into the pad of his thumb, tracing your name as if following the dips of your skin he had memorised so well. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine your heartbeat under his thumb spelling your name. The thumb did have it’s own heartbeat, after all. Longing belongs in the body as much as it does the mind.

His breath hitched, the struggle of impending, troubled sleep wracking his chest. A thick swallow followed, tasting the air that was filled with chill, filled with the metallic smell of blood he had never managed to clear from his senses.

“I just want to see you again, darlin’. I’ve been waiting for a damn long time. And to think you’ve been lookin’ over me, making sure I get home even when I do dumb shit like running into enemy fire. “I appreciate it, love, but let me come home. I don’t wanna go anymore, I wanna stay with you. I’m sick of being haunted by your death, all while living for the both of us. It’s bullshit, and you know it.”

His body spasmed, trying to keep itself away despite his quick loss of feeling, his mind’s fuzziness growing. He looked down, holding his dog tags with yours firmly, bringing them to his chest. His stuttering heart beat reverberated through the metal, a last beg for aid.

“I’ve pushed my luck enough, love. I’ll get to see you soon, I promise. I’ll find you,

“I always find you.”

Warmth had spread over him, yet he felt colder than he ever had. He didn’t even have the strength to look down as the last of his blood drained from him, the wounds littering his stomach aching.

He heard the distant chatter of his radio across the alleyway, but readily ignored it. He was done, his path to you lighting up for him to follow. He stepped away from his body without hesitation. ----------------------

What?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What? What’s- Where are you?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

No, no, no. No. No.

He refused. He adamantly refused to feel his body. He tried to ignore how the soft pinch of the heart monitor clip bit into his finger, he tried to ignore the weight of blankets holding his legs in place. He tried to ignore the distant chattering of birds outside the window.

He tried to ignore the world. He tried to ignore life, the idea that he was still stuck on the godforesaken planet that had caused him so much agony.

He kept his eyes closed, wishing this was a stupid game his mind was playing on him. It had to be; he had accepted he was on his way back. He was excited to be on his way back to you.

But the world was cruel.

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, bright light assaulting his vision and instantly making his head pound. A soft groan escaped him, a breath of throbbing pain and emotional turmoil.

It was true. He was alive.

He should have been happy; not everyone gets a second chance. Or, for him, this was probably closer to his hundredth. His hundredth time being dragged back into living, reaching at the darkness, clawing towards you.

“Easy, mate,” a voice sounded beside him. He looked, being met with blue eyes that spoke volumes; concern, worry, relief, and anger.

Ghost couldn’t help but groan in frustration, looking away from Price’s gaze. He knew exactly what was coming. Another bloody lecture about his near death, another lecture that showed Ghost nobody understood a lick of what he was going through.

“You’re pretty beat up. And very lucky,” Price said sternly, putting a hand to Ghost’s shoulder and keeping him on the bed. “Minutes, mate, minutes.” Minutes from being irrevoverable. Yet, Ghost cursed those minutes.

Price looked him over, seeing the rough scowl on his face. “You’re gonna have to apologise to Soap. He was distraught, thought he was too late. He was too late, in some way. No pulse, no breath, and nearly no damn blood.” Price was growing more irritated by the second, but it fell on deaf ears. Ghost was still trying to grasp the idea that he was still here, still breathing, still living. He was staring at the ceiling, trying to collect himself and keep calm.

Price sighed beside him. “Why are you so determined to die, Simon?”

Ghost’s eyes flicked straight to Price’s a burning hatred dancing like flames in his irises. He used his name, his real name. It was a quick way to anger him.

“Fuck you, Price,” it was a growl that emanated deep in Ghost’s chest, a dangerous warning. Price didn’t take it kindly, his own anger sparking.

“No, you don’t get to take the easy way out, not again,” Price shot back, “You’re always passing it off as if you aren’t in medical getting blood pumped back into your broken body every other week. I don’t get it, Simon, I don’t. Why are you so determined to kill yourself?” “Because I’m sick of it, Price!” Ghost boomed. “I’m bloody fucking sick of sitting here, dragging myself through each day to get nowhere. Nothing I do has any meaning anymore. It all left, it all fucking left with-”

Your name caught in his throat, a searing pain as grief rose up in his chest, twisting around his neck and suffocating his heart.

Price was quiet for a long moment, looking at Ghost with an unreadable expression. “[Name]? It all left with [Name]?”

Ghost grimaced, looking away. The crash of his tormented love devestated his body, making him shudder. There was a long pause, tears coming to Ghost’s eyes in a rare display of emotion other than anger. Price was taken aback, only now realising how much Ghost hadn’t moved on from your death.

Ghost looked to Price, a world of heartache evident on his face, the weeping lifeblood of his connection with you leaving stained riverbeds down his cheeks.

“When is it my turn for peace?”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 (Final)

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw ghost #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #Through the Rubble

[sasster]

Cue the Sun

Woe, Google Doc be upon ye

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The rain torrents relentlessly outside of the Embalmers home, it is enough to make Orfuse curse himself for taking the trip on his own without first checking the weather. But on the same hand, the rain was welcomed. Though it flattens his hair against his head, and a fleeting thought can’t help but spare itself for the day of his revival, it also sweeps his nerves up from his very core and casts them into the earth in the form of much easier to handle water droplets. In the end, the water serves to make him feel much lighter.

No matter how much of a wet cat he must look like right now, he’d waited for the appropriate time to get this done.

The oracle takes a deep breath, to steel what the rain left behind of his nerves, and knocks on the door with three quick raps. Then he takes a step back and smooths his jacket over in an effort to make himself more presentable in the downpour. 

Slowly the door opens and each second he is made to wait feels as though his heart is being held over an open flame. There’s a selfish thought. How long had he made Thanat wait after all?

In the doorway stands the vessel of one of his great loves. Illuminated from behind, Orfuse cannot see much of him in the face of the shadow cast. He didn’t need to, though, to see that he was tired. Worn thin by the struggle of holding it together, no doubt. Not that he thinks himself faring any better.

He must look so pathetic, he thinks, the way he feels his face light up at the sight of his mate.

Thanat pauses, surely with thoughts consumed with anger for the cruelty of what must be his eyes deceiving him.

“Orfuse-- ”

Caressed by the voice of his lover, like an old friend to his poor tired ears, Orfuse throws himself into his arms despite his better judgment.

“I’m clean! I’m clean from the rain!” He shouts by way of an apology as he squeezes his arms tightly around him.

For his part, Thanat is stunned. Of course he is. Seconds ago he was certain that Orfuse would sooner see himself back into his grave than torture himself in the company of his former torturer again. Now here he is, burying his face into the crook of the mortician's neck as he always did when they embraced, mumbling his apologies.

He hesitates, for a fraction of a second, before fixing his arms around him and squeezing so tightly that anyone could be forgiven for assuming he was trying to absorb the smaller troll.

“It doesn’t quite work that way.” Thanat finally responds with a good amount of humor in his voice, though not nearly enough to stave off the cracks in it.

“The rules are different for me.” He jokes, sniffling through his tears.

“They always have been, dear.”

They stand like that for a moment, Orfuse burying shuddering sobs into his partners neck like prayers against his skin.

After an eternity of holding each other Orfuse pulls back, perhaps too soon, to look up at him.

“I won’t live with you.”

Thanat shakes his head, running a hand first along the small of his back then up his side.

“I did not expect you to.”

“And, uhm, whatever fight you’ve been having with Addy… You two are going to talk about it.”

The mortician watches as his partner makes his demands, as though his death was merely a vacation and the world did not suffer for his absence, with a soft smile that Orfuse cannot see.

“I believe that one is up to Aderae.”

“Well, I already talked to him about it.”

“Ah. Of course. You know that I’ve always admired your foresight, my love.”

Orfuse laughs breathlessly, taking his turn to run a hand down the length of Thanat’s arm. When he reaches his hand he takes it into his and laces their fingers together.

“I still don’t forgive you for giving up your mortality just like that for something so stupid.” He says, not looking up from their intertwined fingers. “It was dumb.”

“I would have died without you otherwise.”

“I know.” His voice is as soft as the thumb Thanat uses to rub the back of his hand. “I know you would have.”

#the evocator #thanat #coko writes sometimes #it’s not that long #but you know what #i’ve rewritten this reunion three times and this time…. this time it actually feels right #if you notice any typos no you didn’t mind your business #uhm!!! #enjoy!!! #the read more is strategic —- #(i dont thin kt here are any other natural pauses to put it in place of) #okay i shut up now bye

[r-is-typing]

today, tomorrow, and always | e.m

(let's just pretend they're not in the upside down, okay? okay, cool)

summary: in which eddie realizes his true feelings.

requested?: yes! by j anon

request: ITS YA GIRL J ANON COMIN AT YOU WITH ANOTHER PROMPT. Reader asking Eddie out, and him perhaps liking someone else? I know angst isn’t a strong suit for some, so an ending with comfort may be ideal!

pairing: eddie munson x reader, slight steve harrington x reader

category: angst, fluff at the end

content warnings: sad reader, eddie is dumb for a bit, underage drinking

word count: 2.2k

Eddie Munson. 

Everyone knew him, most found him weird, or just ignored him, but not her. Y/N and Eddie had been friends for as long as they could remember. Their childhood filled with hanging out in his uncles trailer, or in the front yard, playing in a small kiddie pool his uncle had found for dirt cheap. For the longest time, everyone would ask if they were dating, and the two would just laugh it off. 

When they were kids, everyone would tell Eddie’s uncle, as well as Y/N’s parents that the two would surely get married when the time came; they agreed. 

After all, at a very young age, the two came up with their own little saying.

Today, tomorrow, and always.

Y/N had always loved Eddie, but she couldn’t recall the moment she went from ‘I love the shirt he’s wearing’ to ‘I love the way his hand fits into mine’ or ‘I want to spend every waking moment with him for the rest of my life’. When she had finally come to this realization, she knew she was screwed. 

But, she realized one day that enough was enough.

Y/N was tired of staring at him fondly, having to watch for him to look at her before turning away, hoping he didn’t catch her longing gaze. She was over having to pretend like wearing his shirts were just a nice gesture and not one of the best feelings in the world. Most of all, she was tired of pretending to be someone she wasn’t just so they could keep the same friendship.

There was no way she could be ‘just friends’ with Eddie Munson. 

One Saturday night, she was sat on the bed of Eddie’s trailer, Robin and Nancy sat with her. “You alright?” Nancy spoke softly, looking at the girl, trying to study her facial expressions. “Mhm, just worried, ‘suppose.” Robin scoffed, making the girl look up from her lap. 

“Don’t be. Eddie loves you, I’m sure of it. And, by the off chance he doesn’t say yes, screw him! There’s tons of other boys in Hawkins who will gladly take one of the hottest girls.”

This made Y/N laugh. “Well, I’m glad the Robin Buckley thinks I’m so hot. I must be if you say so.” She jokes. The sound of the trailer screen door swinging open alerting her. Y/N knew it wouldn’t be Eddie’s uncle Wayne as he was out doing God knows what. 

“Sweetheart?” 

She gulped. “In here, Eds.” Eddie walked into his room, seeing the three girls sitting on the bed. “Look at you. Must be my favorite shirt of yours, yeah? Looks better on you than it does me.” She blushed, looking down. Robin nudged her leg and she looked back up. “Well, Robin and I are going to go. We’re meeting Steve for lunch. Talk to you two later!”

Then there were two. 

Eddie lifted his shirt over his head, Y/N’s eyes staring at his back, biting her bottom lip. “Ow!” She mumbled, touching her bottom lip and pulling her finger away, seeing a small spot of blood. “You okay, sweetheart?” Y/N nods, then remembers his back was toward her. “Yeah, just bit my lip too hard.” 

After Eddie changed, he joined the girl on the bed, instantly noting how nervous she was.  

He did what he always did when she felt anxious or sad. Eddie sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, spreading his legs apart so the girl could sit in between then. Y/N laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes. “Eds, um, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Y/N mumbled, tracing his bat tattoos which was something the girl did often as a nervous 

“Hit me.”

It’s now or never. On one hand, if she told him, maybe they’d be in a happy, loving relationship with each other. She’d never have to leave the comfort of his arms. Y/N could finally know what it felt like to kiss him, the only contact their lips ever making being when they were smoking one morning and he wanted to try transferring the smoke from his mouth to hers. 

On the other hand, if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she’d feel like an idiot for telling him. She’d feel like their friendship would never be the same, and that her feelings would drive him away. That these three words could ruin years of friendship. 

“I like you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled, laughing softly. “I like you too, Sweetheart. You know that. Remember? Today, tomorrow, and always.” She shook her head, siting up and moving to face him. “No, Eds..” Y/N looked down at her hands, fiddling her thumbs together. 

“I mean, I like you, as in, I want to go on dates with you, and be your girlfriend and-”

Eddie looked at the girl in shock, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, you don’t mean that. I’m sure you don’t, babe. C’mon now. Think about what you’re saying.” Y/N stared at her hands. “I am, Eds! I do mean it. Why do you think Nance and Robin were here earlier? I was so nervous to tell you.. Anyways, that’s beside the point.” 

Her eyes finally met his. “Do you, maybe, want to go on a date sometime, Eds?” 

Eddie looked at his best friend with sad eyes. “Sweetheart… I, I don’t like you like that. I’m sorry, angel. Plus, well, after Jason broke up with Chrissy, I decided to go for it. We’re going out this Friday.”

Y/N felt a confused look graze over her features. “Hold on… Chrissy Cunningham? Like Cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham?” Eddie nods. “You two have nothing in common, Eddie, I-” She felt tears come to her eyes. Y/N sprung up from the bed, slipping her shoes on. 

‘I’ve got to go.”

The tears felt hot on her face as she stormed out of the trailer, ignoring Eddie calling after her. Y/N took off running, the sprinkling rain feeling cold against her skin. She wasn’t sure where she was going until she ended up at a large house. Y/N’s feet were quick to climb the stairs, rapidly knocking on the door.

The door swung open, and she’d never been so happy to see them.

“Y/N? What happened?”

Three months later

It had been three months since the confrontation between Y/N and Eddie. Y/N stopped coming around which resulted in a lot of questioning from Wayne and her parents to the two, who would just shrug it off. Y/N blamed it on Eddie’s Hellfire Club, Eddie blaming it on school. Neither parties questioned it further, seeing how upset each person was when the other’s names came into conversation. 

Y/N received an invitation in the mail to Dustin’s birthday party, and at first decided she wasn’t going to go knowing he’d be there. But, after deliberation, she realized she couldn’t do that to Dustin. 

She didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Dustin just as she did with Eddie. 

So, there she was on a Saturday night, in front of Dustin’s house with Steve, her boyfriend of two months. “Are you sure about this, babe? I mean, I’m sure Dustin will understand.” She looked up at him, shaking her head. “I can’t do that to him, Steve. It’s not fair. Just don’t know what’s going to happen when I see him, that’s all..”

Steve was very understanding of her situation. He knew that deep down she still had feelings for Eddie. He didn’t push her, trying to rush her into moving on. Steve just wanted her to be happy, and to make her happy, which Y/N was more than thankful for. 

Steve escorted the two inside and to the commotion in the living room. 

“Hey, you made it!” Dustin, the only one who knew of the couple, ran over to them, pulling the two into a hug. “Happy birthday, D.” Y/N handed him a small gift bag. Steve’s hand let go of her own, but within seconds placed itself on her waist, pulling her closer. 

Y/N smiled at the small show of affection. 

After a while, the party fell into its own groove, Steve and Y/N separating as she went into the kitchen to get a drink. “Henderson, huh? I didn’t think he was your type.” She scoffed, not turning to face the voice she hadn’t heard in what to her, felt like years. “And now you see what I meant when you said you were going out with Chrissy.” 

Y/N chugged her drink quickly, the alcohol burning her throat. Thank god for Nancy Wheeler. 

After finishing her drink, she finally faced him. “Why do you care who I’m with, Eddie? You don’t like me, so why do you care who I’m dating, huh? Why does my relationship matter to you?” Tears filled her eyes as her throat began to burn. Steve entered the kitchen, not yet noticing the tension. 

“Baby, you get lost in here? Oh-”

He looked between the two, noticing the tears in his girlfriends eyes and Eddie staring at her. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Steve draped his jacket over her shoulders, leading her to where Nancy, Robin, and Max were. Once he made sure she was in safe hands, he entered the kitchen.

“What did you say to her?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What’s it to you, Harrington?” He let out a sarcastic laugh. “You think because she’s your girlfriend now that you’ve got to know everything being said to her?” Steve walked to him.

“Munson, stop.”

Eddie froze, motioning for him to continue. “You don’t think I see it? You’re just as clueless as you were three months ago, six months ago, hell, even two years ago! I know you love her. Why else do you think you’re so angry at me right now, huh?”

Eddie racked his brain, his silence being a sign to Steve. 

“I know Y/N will never love me the way she loves you, Eddie. So, I’m giving you a chance. I made her the same promise two months ago. The second you decided to get your head out of your ass, wake up, and realize you’ve loved her this whole time, I’d let her go.”

Steve went to walk out of the room, but turned to Eddie for a final time. 

“She’s always been yours, Munson. Ten years ago, six years ago, four years ago, and even now. Don’t let her go. You’d be an idiot to do so.”

Eddie stood still in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, the voice of Dustin shouting “Bye, Y/N! Thank you for coming!” snapping him out of his thoughts. He put down his beer bottle, racing through the house and out of the front door. 

“Y/N, wait!”

She froze. Y/N didn’t want to turn around, so, that gave Eddie a chance to run up to her. “I love you, okay?” She shook her head. “No, you don’t, Eddie. Stop, will you?” Eddie shook his head. “I won’t stop, sweetheart. Why? Because I do love you. I think I always have, I’ve just been too much of an idiot to see what’s been right in front of me.”

She finally turned toward him, her chest hitting his as their bodies bumped into each other. 

Eddie moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, making the girl’s body go frigid. “I loved you when we were eight and you pushed me off of the sofa for stealing the television remote. I loved you when we were twelve and went through a phase where you cut your own hair.” Y/N laughed softly, thinking fondly of the memories the two shared.

“I loved you when we were sixteen and you gave Jason a black eye for calling me a freak. I loved you when we were eighteen and you’d steal half of my closet, saying they looked better on you then it did me, and you were right. You always were.” He gulped. 

Y/N looked into his eyes, wiping the tears that were streaming down her face. 

“And I love you today, even when we didn’t talk for three months, and you still look at me the same way you have for years. I’ve always loved you, sweetheart. Even when I didn’t realize it. I’m a down right idiot. I had the girl of my dreams. Right here, in arms reach, and I just let her slip through my fingers.”

Eddie took her face in his hands, the rings on his fingers feeling cool against her skin as he wiped her tears. “I don’t want to ever let you go again, sweetheart. I want everything with you. I want dates, I want you to come to Hellfire with me, sitting on my lap and cheering me on. I want the late nights. I want the sleepovers where it’s just you and me in the trailer, you looking so damn pretty in my clothes.”

“I want it all.” 

Y/N smiled widely, kissing the pad of his thumb. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart? Please.” She was quick to nod. Eddie captured her lips between his, arms moving around her waist as hers moved around his neck. After a minute, the two pulled away. “I love you, Eddie. Today, tomorrow, and always.” Eddie broke out into a smile.

“Today, tomorrow, and always, pretty girl.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #request #reqs open #requests open #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

[anxiouspineapple99]

Hey, can I ask you a question? It's kind of embarrassing, but you seem really nice and a prominent writer in the fandom. Since you're a mom and a wife, I'm assuming you've had sex before. But you see... I haven't, and I was wondering how realistic the stuff in smut fics is versus reality? I know this is dumb, but I'm genuinely curious.

My ask box is ALWAYS open for questions. Especially questions like this. I will put it under the cut for those who are uneasy with sex talk.

First and foremost, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. At all. I don’t know your age, nonnie (nor is it any of my business) but I was 21 the first time I had sex. There’s a lot of religious and purity culture trauma I won’t get into. BUT, I wish I’d had someone to talk ask these questions. I am honored that you felt comfortable coming to me to ask.

As for smut? It’s fiction. Does that mean that what happens in smut never happens? No. Of course not. But the reality is sex is messy. And sometimes it’s awkward. Your body makes weird noises you didn’t know it could make. The first time with any new partner? Awkward because you’re learning what the other likes and doesn’t.

You know what else is extra unrealistic? Morning sex where you’re making out when you first wake up. No thank you. My husband and I have been together almost ten years and I still don’t want to share my dragon breath with him. He has watched me give birth to our child. I am still brushing my teeth first or keep my mouth clenched shut until we are done.

There have been times my husband and I have cracked jokes in the middle of sex and laughed until we cried.

It’s been thrilling and passionate

We’ve stopped because it just wasn’t happening.

Its been soft and sweet

We’ve been interrupted by a baby crying.

We’ve gone all night and we’ve stopped because we were so tired we couldn’t keep going

We’ve bumped heads (literally)

We have tried absurd positions that were uncomfortable and weren’t worth the excessive work.

The most important part is that he is the right person for me and I am the right person for him. The fun times are fun because we are each others safe space. We aren’t each others’ firsts but we intend on being each others’ lasts.

Smut can be used for inspiration for real life sex if you feel comfortable and safe with your partner! And that’s a wonderful thing! It’s a great way to explore things you and your partner may like!

But don’t get caught up in thinking it’s this exciting beautiful perfect experience every single time. Because it’s not. Sometimes you’re just not in the mood. Sometimes you are but the brain and the sexy bits just aren’t communicating that day. Sometimes you get interrupted. Sometimes it’s just the wrong time. You know what? That’s okay.

And the absolute most important thing: you are not defined by your sexual experience or inexperience as the case may be. You may never have sex. There is nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong if you don’t want to have sex either.

I hope that helps and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any other questions!

#you asked #and the pineapple answered #the pineapple has spoken #mama pineapple answers life questions

[thestobingirlie]

I remember that in some interview Joe Keery gave he said that Steve didn’t think he was dumb, and that has stuck with me for a while. Writers love to treat him like’s never had an intelligent thought in his life and other characters act like they don’t know how he graduated high school, yet Steve, at least according to Joe Keery, thinks he’s smart. And that’s just tragic. Like, the idea that a person who believes that they are fairly intelligent and capable is constantly having to compete with this image created by those around them (this image of a braindead jock who needs his hand held through every explanation) is frustrating and super demoralizing. Especially because it seems that Steve knows what he’s talking about (and so does everyone else, they knew what he meant when he referenced the Germans) and just struggles to articulate it correctly.

A part of me has always wondered if the way his intelligence is treated partially influenced his decision not to play Dungeons and Dragons with the kids. The guy’s learning abilities are called into question so many times it isn’t even funny. Other characters harping on him for asking “dumb questions” is treated as a running joke and any time he suggests something its almost immediately written off. With all of that in mind, would it be crazy to say he would be hesitant to play a game involving a lot of math and player interaction? I can totally imagine Dustin (especially S4 Dustin) or Mike getting tired of having to remind him how stats work, and I can definitely see Steve trying to engage in the campaign as best he can but still doing it “wrong”. I know in the show he has no real interest in playing because he thinks it’s too nerdy, but I can’t help but wonder if some part of him is afraid of embarrassing himself.

Sorry for the wall of text.

i think it’s really interesting to consider, because in canon, yeah steve gets a little mocked, though i feel that’s written more for the audience to laugh at than an implication that the characters all think he’s an idiot.

but the way steve is treated in fanon actually kinda makes it heartbreaking to think that steve considers himself smart. because he is just constantly put down by everyone around him. like. steve is smart! but the way people constantly over exaggerate steve forgetting the right names for him, and have all the characters laugh at him every time he says the wrong thing. really, how long until steve would start to just feel like utter shit.

and i do think that’s interesting! i think in canon, steve probably just isn’t that into d&d, but in fanon, i wouldn’t be surprised if he just doesn’t want to spend a couple hours getting laughed at. (and yeah, i do not like the way s4 dustin and steve’s relationship is portrayed, and it is one of my many pains over this season.)

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #stranger things #asks #anon

[rosietaeyongswife]

always tought i was hard to love till you made it seem so easy |yuta nakamoto

GENRE: angst, fluff WC: 3416 SUMMARY: you and yuta had to go back together. feeling of lovesick is too much.

  month has passed without yuta by your side, and it was one of the hardest times of your life so far. living without yuta was so complicated, and you felt like other part of you was taken away by leaving yuta. by the time you felt only worse, and thinking that pain will go away with time was dumb in your opinion. few days were bad but not the worst, but day after first few were worse day by day. realization hit you when you didn’t have any notifications or no one was checkin up on you. boys tried to contact you but you texted them saying that you can not be in touch with them for a while. they understood, of course they did. jaehyun told them everything, and it felt like punch straight to their heart knowing what had happened. his friend lost his girlfriend, and they lost their close friend almost like sister to them. 

  yuta also didn’t feel well nor he wanted to see his best friends. he couldn’t describe feeling he had even since you two broke up. it felt like history was repeating again, but this time he felt like worst person out here. he knew it was his fault this time and this time was harsher. sakura cheated on him, and took best part of him away and now he did quite the same. he couldn’t just understand why he felt so drained.

  last meal he ate was like two days ago.

  last time he drank something was day ago.

  last time he talked with someone was a week ago.

  he showered three days ago.

  life felt empty without you by his side. little sunshine who made his days better. someone who understood or tried to understand him. yuta wasn’t aware how much he needed you by his side or how much he cared for you. 

“are you going to spend your whole life like this?” haechan asked his hyung, when he stormed into his house. “i am not going to tolerate my friend acting like dumbass.”

“why are you here?” yuta’s voice sounds so tired it made haechan worried even more. “i didn’t invite you and taeyong.”

“we don’t need invitation for such a occasions. your whole place is a mess, and you stinks and look like hell. oh my god. ew. “haechan had to look at the the other side. “go take a shower or something. stink.”

“really, i can’t believe he let himself make mess out of his place. i can’t understnd him for shit. he didn’t care for y/n, and now he acts like heartbroken asshole.” taeyong hissed. “oh really, it’s stinks so much here i can’t even think straight.”

“i know right. he just didn’t take care of this place while he is the person who takes care of it so much.” haechan went for some paper to clean. “i think he really is affected by break up.”

“i am surprised he is.” taeyong was wiping the floor. “i tought he doesn’t like her like that. i mean, he really stood her up so many times, and now this. impossible.”

“i wish i knew what was going through his head.”

“yeah me too.”

  yuta was busy to care for their words. he showered finaly, and again didn’t know what to do with himself. he wished you were there making some dumb ass, not funny jokes and making him laugh because of your reactions. it was really getting on him - tought of loving you. what if his heart wasn’t empty, but he made himself believe it is? what if he really loved you?

  jaehyun was with doyoung talking about their jobs, and suddenly they spotted you buying some cheap ass books. they tried to hide, and watch you from afar. it’s seems like you didn’t care much about your appearance since you have comfy clothes on you, being without makeup and hair were up in ponytail. doyoung just could shake his head.

“she is a mess.”

“i see.” jaehyun nodded. “only if yuta wasn’t so selfish.”

“i think yuta love her.”

“what?”

  jaehyun almost choked on his saliva.

“he is living mess right now. right after break up. i think he convinced himself he doesn’t love y/n to not be hurt again. but in the end he fell for her.”

“do you think so?” jaehyun asked with hopes. “i mean, they are made for each other. that’s sure. i guess they are soulmates or something. they are each other’s halfs, but it doesn’t change a thing. the way he treated her is awful.”

“i just point out fact. yuta must have feel horrible. he didn’t contact us at all for a week straight. it’s weird of him. it must be break up that affects him so much.”

  as you were looking at books you just bought, someone approach you. it was a girl with a child in a stroller. she was little bit older than you, and was looking very clean. what made it weird, was the fact she was looking directly at you. 

“excuse me?” she spoke. “y/n?”

“what?” you turned to look at her. “who are you?”

“i am sakura.”

  your heart skipped a beat when you get to know her name. words from boys came to your mind, and suddenly you felt dizzy.

“it’s you.” she nodded. “what do you want?”

“let’s just go grab a coffe, and take a sit. i think it’s going to be kinda long conversation.”

  as she said, both of you were sitting in small restaurant in a mall. her child was sleeping in the stroller, and this kid looked so peacful it made you feel calm. she is a mother. she must be a good person or at least be responsible.

“so, may i know why are we here?”

“i am not sure if yuta had even menitoned me.” she looked at you with small smile. “i bet he didn’t.”

“no, he had never menioned any sakura. only his friends.”

“they must tell you i am crazy.” she giggled, and you nodded nervous. “i expected that to be honest. i mean, i am not surpirsed either. i am sakura. min sakura. i am ex girlfriend of yuta.” your eyes widened. “i know why yuta had never told you about me, and i respect that. it’s obious after all the things that happened. i think i need to talk with you to make things clear, and have peace at mind.”

“i have never known yuta had a girlfriend. we were talking a lot but he never told me about you or your child.” you looked at the child again. “is it his?”

  sakura just laughed loudly, and excuses herself.

“no, of course no! i am married right now. it’s my husband’s kid. yuta wouldn’t like to child so fast like me right now.” she smiled. “i just wanted to meet you because i feel like i own this to yuta or something. he hates me from the bottom of his heart, but i still see him as a friend. as  a person i should check on or take care at least. i have done so many mistakes while being in relationship with him, and i regret all of it. even tho a year or more passed, i still have toughts that are keeping me up at night.”

‘wait, wait. i am a little bit lost. when both of you have dated?”

“year and half ago. for a four years we have been in relationship. i think i should tell you this since yuta is very complicated person, and both of you may had some issues with comunication, and-”

“we broke up. i am no longer his girlfriend.”

  she looked at you with surprised face.

“what do you mean?” she asked with curiosity. “don’t you mind to tell me? i think i may help.”

“yuta is very closed person inside. i have never known what was going on through his mind. he is walking question mark. he has never spoke about this feeling or worries which made me sad, because i wanted to try and help him but he never let me.” you looked at your hands while remembering all the tmes with him. “also, he just didn’t care. it felt like i am in relationship with his friends instead. he stood me up a lot of times. he just wasn’t there when i needed him, but i was always next to him while he needed support. i was with him. i tried to do best of me, but apperantly..” few tears appeared in your eyes. “he didn’t love me. he wasn’t sure.of us, and needed space.”

  sakura looked at you with real sincerity, and worried expression.

“yuta. it’s not like him.”

“yup, it was yuta. i guess we just weren’t meant to be. he was cold to me, and i guess he was your amazing boyfried.”

“oh y/n.” she tried to smile. “you see i have done so much damage to him i should be burning in hell. yuta was always like this. he had trust issues his whole life as guys told me about him, and his past. he is mysterious person, because had never anyone to vent to. yuta had been alone most of the time when he first came to south korea. you see, his parents are stuck in tokyo and had never made any attempts to come to see his son in korea. he had never told me but it was obvious he missed them, and wanted them to be with him.”

“that’s why he doesn’t speak about his parents.” you admited, and she nodded.

“yeah. it took him awhile to be finaly able to leave here comfortably. ever since i got to know him, he had troubles with showing his emotions, and he had never open up to anyone but to his friends. they are like his brothes. then we started dating, and after a yearr he told me he love me. it took him a whole ass year to say it.”

“you seem like really colected person, and i don’t uderstand why both of you broken up. you seem like his ideal type.”

“oh y/n. i am monster for what i have done. and please listen to me untl the end.” she sighed. “i was cheating on him.” you choked on your saliva. “after two years together i had an affair. for four years of dating, i was seeying another guy. this guy is yoongi, and he is my husband and faher of my son. you see, yuta gave me everything and i appreciated that. he was person i was the closest to but i don’t think this bond was romantic from my side.” she was busy thinking. “i saw him as a friend. best friend. and i realized that after few months of dates with yoongi. i felt so shameful, and disgusted. i am still. me having family now doesn’t erase my past.”

“wow, i have never imagined he was getting cheated on, and you also doesn’t look like a girl who would do it.”

“of course. i know right. i know what i have done was selfish, and bad. but you know now about it, so you might know why there was lack of comunication. i just got his trust, and destroyed it. and i know few things from few people about it, and let me tell you.” she smiled. “i am sure he loves you. he tries to act like he doesn’t but he does. believe me.”

“so you’re telling me he was affected by you and that’s why our relationship looked like that.”

“yes. he didn’t tell you a lot of things, and he still don’t know about trust in you. i guess both of you have to talk.”

“do you really think he loves me? i mean i heard what he said-”

“yuta is person who loves truly. he might not show it, but he does. i am sure. both of you should talk. i know from jungwoo’s sister that yuta is living mess since both of you broken up. he is going through heartbreak. and i guess he noticed he loved you all the way from the beginning.”

“oh my god thank you sakura.” you stood up. “i need to talk with him. thing you have done was really bad, and me as yuta wouldn’t be pleased with you being around but you try to make it up, and it’s awesome. i appreciate that. thank you for advice, and story of his past. thank you!” she smiled, and you were about to leave. “ah and. i hope you, and your husband will have calm lifes with your son. he lookes adorable, and i am sure both of you are happy parents with your kid. thank you once again.”

  conversation with sakura gave you a little bit of hope that you, and yuta should just talk with each other.

  yuta just ended his shower, and came back to living room to see clear place. they literally cleaned his place and make something to eat. taeyong was showing something on his phone to haechan when yuta took sit next to them on the coach.

“you look instantly better than before.” taeyong praised him. “doesn’t it look good? clean space for you.”

“ah yes. thank you guys.” yuta smiled softly. “you didn’t have to do it at all since it’s my place and i am the one responsible for it.”

“you good dude.” haechan laughed. “but since we were kind enough to clean your area, can we talk about last events?”

  yuta was stressed because of this topic even tho he knew this day will come sooner or later. his friends were also your friends and both of you have broken up which gave them right to ask questions. they wanted their best for yuta. 

“what do you want to know?” he asked with head down. “i guess jaehyun told you everything.”

“i want to know why you act like you don’t love her. why you convinced yourself to act like heartless boyfriend.”

  taeyong was quick to ask his question since it was trapping him for a longest time ever. everyone tought yuta just simply doesn’t have feelings for you but at the end of the day it’s him who goes through it the most. even you had better well being than he.

“because i -” he had to find words. “i don’t know. i don’t have feelings for her, and i will never have, she was justy person in my life and-” he stopped, because it’s seems like he was just trying to convince himself with his own words. “we just didn’t work out. we are done.”

“you yourself doesn’t believe in your own words yuta.” haechan said annoyed. “i think you should for once be honest with us and yourself.”

“how the fuck? i don’t know. i just.” yuta was lost in his words. “i am just scared of this feelings, and love or whatever. i didn’t want to get hurt again so i tought ignoring her would be the best for us, me.” taeyong just sighed. “i know it sounds so fucked but i am honest. i was sure i don’t like her in that way, and now i am stuck in here. feels like i am lovesick.”

“you are lovesick, and you’re the dumbest person i have ever met nakamoto yuta.” taeyong could only stare at him blankly. “be honest. do you miss her?”

“of course. it feels like part of me was taken away. i still check if she text me or something.”

“would you like to talk with her? spend time with her?”

“my wish. i’d like to talk.”

“do you love her?”

“i-”

 doors of his flat was open, and you just run to his living room. out of breath, tired and excited. yuta could look at you, and his friends smiled warmly when they saw you.

“yuta. stop.” you said. “we should talk a little bit.”

“i think you’re right y/n.”

  haechan and taeyong got up, and left.

“sit please.” yuta said so you did. “i also wanted to talk with you about our break up and mess i’ve caused.”

“i met sakura.”

  yuta tought he heard wrong. so many toughts gathered in his head, and it felt like dream. it was impossible how could you do it.

“what the fuck?” he said angrily. “how did she find you? what this bitch wanted from you? tell me and i will handle things well. did she blackmail you or was rude, you can tell me so i-”

“she wasn’t. she was actually very nice, and put together. she gave me few advices about us, and tell me things you have never tried-”

“my past is just very complicated to me, and i didn’t feel like you have to know.”

“but i wanted to know. i wanted to be by your side and support you with everyhting. that’s what i hate about you. gosh. why couldn’t you talk with me? i trusted you and i told you everything while you were holding it in yourself. i was ready for anything. i wish you could told me about your parents or sakura.”

“these topics brings only pain to me, and i didn’t want you to see me as sensitive asshole or something.”

“i would never see you like this. i really put my all into our relationship when you gave least of you. i wish you could see me as real girlfriend. you have no idea what you put me trough thinking you’d protect me.” yuta couldn’t hold eye contact because of this words. “i know sakura really fucked up, and cheating is the worst thing in a relationship but i was there for you. i had hoped you see me as a lover. i know i was wrong, and you don’t or never will see me as one which is fine. i am not even your type considering sakura, and type of girls you must like.” you laughed. “gosh, it’s seems like i don’t know you at all.”

  yuta could feel like his heart was breaking in half. he had no idea it’s what you felt whole time.

“what the fuck? i saw you as lover, and i still do, i swear. no one is better than you, and you are my type. of course you are. and god, the things you know about me not other know. even guys doesn’t know what you do or sakura. you’re the one who was the closest to me. i fucked up. i really did, because i was scared i fell for you hard but i guess it was destiny.” he giggled. “life without you simply sucks. my body aches for you, and i miss you. i want to have you in my arms, and treat you good. i want to kiss you, and talk about some nonsens. please y/n.”

“i am not sure of what you’re talking. past few months you weren’t the nicest, and-”

“it was my mistake. i didn’t appreciate the woman i have besides me. please come back. i will never do such a things. i will be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have. i do everything to make you the happiest. just come back.” he said almost crying. “my bedroom feels empty withouth you, and space here is too much just for me.”

  yuta’s hands was now on your face.

“i don’t know. you were really upsetting me majority of time, and-”

  you didn’t get to end what you were about to say since yuta kissed you hard. suddenly you forget about all the surrending, and only thing that matters was yuta kissing you. all the emotions went through this kiss, and it was the best feeling ever. as if someone brought your other half to you. part of you were found in this kiss.

“please. i can’t go on this long without you.” yuta was holding your face. “i love you. i love you y/n, and i wish to spend rest of my life next to you.”

“i think i love you too.”

  you couldn’t look at yuta, but he touched your chin to look at him.

“don’t be shy. we will work things out. we are good, right?” you nodded. “god how much i missed you. i feel full finally.”

“me too. like part of me is back.”

“exactly. i am so thanful to you.”

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Strangers

Pairing: Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak

Summary: I’d rather be strangers than someone he used to love. If we never met then I would’ve never had to let him go. I loved him and he left. He doesn’t hate me, he’s just indifferent. And I know we can’t, but I wish we could be strangers again.

Part Eight of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING

It was weird. Hearing his voice after so long. Oikawa Tōru. The love of my life-well, former love of my life.

There was a time when I was sure I would never go a day without hearing his voice. Never go a day without saying the words “I love you” to him and hear them back in earnest. And now? Now it was like looking at a stranger.

It had been months since we’d seen each other. I’d made it a point to attempt to distance myself from our mutual friends. Not on purpose, at first. And then on purpose, refusing to keep being the first to reach out and attempt a conversation. Conversations I was much too tired for anyways. But when I did talk to them, I never spoke of him. After a while it felt like my life could be normal again. A sense of normalcy, acting like Oikawa Tōru never existed.

And then there was today. When a text message came through from him.

Hey… I had a dream about you and thought maybe I should check in.

It was like getting punched in the gut. Like cycling through the annoyance of emotions. Anger was the first culprit. How dare he. The audacity to text so casually. Sure it had been months now. But to act as if he could just decide when to and when not to talk made me want to slam my fist into a wall. But then there was another feeling that panged through my chest. Longing. To at least know how he was.

Hearing his voice ring through the phone on a voice memo, however, was a different kind of feeling. I couldn’t decide exactly what to call it, however. He was chatting so normally, rambling about his day, what he’d done and the little annoyances. Like everything was back to normal. Almost. I decided at that moment that I hated it. Things weren’t normal.

I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore. I had to remind myself that as he laughed and joked about a friend doing something dumb at work. I wasn’t even his friend anymore. I had to remind myself as he talked about the job offer he’d gotten two weeks prior. The chance to go abroad. Something I would have known sooner had we still been… anything except what we were now.

I let myself dream for a moment. Decided I could take my time with replying to his message. The need to reply quickly dying on the tips of my fingers as I remembered I owed him nothing. I let myself imagine what it would be like if I’d never met Oikawa Toru.

If I hadn’t been running late to Tadashi’s practice game that day. I would have never had run into him that day outside of the gym. We would have never met, I would have been someone to ignore in the crowd. A stranger.

If I’d never even gone to Karasuno with my friends, if I’d gone somewhere else, a place I’d never interact with the volleyball team. I would have never even seen him in person. Never met. If we never met then I never would’ve had to be the person he loved until he couldn’t anymore. Never had to be the person he couldn’t even look in the eye and give a reason why to. We’d be strangers. And… I’d rather be strangers than someone he used to love.

Then I blamed myself.

Because I knew. The first time I met Oikawa Tōru, I knew in an instant, I never wanted to see him again. I knew immediately that I wanted no part of knowing him. I knew immediately that I wished I’d never seen him. Because I knew boys like him. Knew he would never stay. But I signed my death warrant anyway.

So what if I’d held out. Trusted myself and never let him worm his way into my heart. I never would’ve had to let him go. I loved him and he left. Just like I knew he would. Because I was someone he wanted until he didn’t; someone he liked, but didn’t like enough to be with. All things I’d seen coming the second I realized who he was.

The first time I met him I could see it all falling apart, a quick fallout. Could see the tears that would stream down my face. Feel the feeling of my chest tearing in two. All before any of it happened I knew it would.

Another ding from my phone brought me back to reality. A message this time instead of a recording.

I forgot to ask. What have you been up to? Did you get that one job?

The job. The one I’d applied for three months ago and got two months ago. Of course he didn’t know. Reality came crashing down on me like a hammer. He didn’t know me anymore. I hated that. I’d rather be strangers than someone he used to know.

I sighed and moved to respond. A quick reaction to his news and then a plain telling of my own. I hated this. Telling him the most basic of things about myself again. Being civil. Not quite friends but not quite strangers. People connected by other people. Acquaintances now.

And I know that we can’t but I can’t help but wish we could be strangers again.

A/n: my ex randomly messages me, “i had a weird dream about you and wanted to check in to make sure you were okay” and every time he does it, it screws with my head and i wanna punch him a little bit more.

#𓇻 Desiderium