#it's fluff mixed with angst

[autisticlancemcclain]

The situation starts on the couches of a hotel lobby on a random planet at three-something in the morning, sprawled all over each other, exhausted, as Coran quietly checks them in.

“Hey, Lance,” whispers Keith, from somewhere beside the shoulder he offered. Lance groans, feigning more tiredness than he actually feels, heart racing since Keith first shifted so Lance would have somewhere to rest his head. He has this strange feeling of invasion, even though Keith offered, even though they’ve been in this position dozens of times before. He’s waiting almost for the other shoe to drop.

“Mm-what,” he mumbles, muffled into his roughed shoulder pads, words smushed together.

Keith sighs instead of answering. For half a second Lance tenses. But Keith only shifts again, not pushing Lance off but moving so Lance is pressed closer to him, and then the heat of his breath tickles the shell of Lance’s ear, and he tenses for a whole different reason.

And then there is, inexplicably, the feeling of what must be Keith’s lips, pressed to the side of Lance’s skull, gentle and lingering, and Lance thinks clearly to himself: what the fresh actual and genuine fuck.

“‘M sorry,” says Keith, so quiet it would be impossible to hear were his mouth not one single inch away from Lance’s ear. He kisses again, and he almost sags into the motion, into Lance. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of you earlier. I was stressed. I missed you, too.”

Lance opens his mouth. He muffles a choking sound with all of his strength.

“All good in the hood,” he finally manages, and then wants to strangle himself. “We’re — tight, Keithalicious.”

Somewhere, somehow, there is a God, and this God looks upon him with the utmost cruelty, and so Lance suffers, unjustly, every day of his life. He often prays that he will wake up one morning in the absence of a tongue. A hindrance and horrible sacrifice, of course, but one that may be worth the total sum of humiliation he feels so acutely and so frequently by virtue of God’s gift of language.

Shit is just not worth it, sometimes.

Keith’s laugh tickles a little. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” His final kiss is light, more of a peck than anything. He pats Lance’s hip twice before standing. Lance wonders, vaguely, when the hell his hand was in his hip area in the first place, and how the hell he’s supposed to rationalize that somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. “‘M gonna go help Coran. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” is what Lance means to say, but unfortunately when he opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a strange kind of croak, clawing its way out of his throat and withering to death somewhere in the air between them. It may be, he realises with an intense flash of solemnity, the last remaining dredges of his dignity. Rest in fucking peace.

Keith just smiles again (a real one that shows his crooked incisors and crinkles his eyes and makes him looks handsome, not hot or sexy or beautiful but handsome, in a way that genuinely makes Lance weak in the knees) and jogs over to the front desk. Lance watches him place a friendly hand on Coran’s shoulder, leaning in and narrowing his eyes at the paper the front desk worker offers, saying something Lance can’t hear with his Black Paladin face in full force. When he finally manages to wrench his eyes away, he sees the faces of his team, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes and jaws brushing the polished blue tiles.

“What,” Shiro manages eventually, “the fuck.”

“Since fucking when are you two boning!” Pidge adds, shamelessly.

“I thought you had a thing for Allura?” questions Hunk.

Lance’s own jaw snaps shut. His ears burn, worse than they already were, and he glances at the princess only to find her already looking away. Shame burns something fierce in the pit of his stomach. It’s an unwelcome replacement of the butterflies.

“What me and Keith do behind a closed door is none of your business,” Lance says hotly, straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest ridiculously. His heart pounds. He raises his voice to drown it out. “We had a bonding moment, after all.”

Pidge barks a laugh. The rest of the snorts and giggles soon follow, and soon the team is looking at him in fond exasperation, rolling their eyes and muttering about Lance and his antics. Allura, even, looks him in the face again. The roiling in his stomach doesn’t change, but the pound of his heart is replaced with something bitter on the back of his tongue.

Anything is better than looking ignorant. Even if you look like a fool.

He settles into the corner of the couch — much less comfortable than Keith’s armoured shoulder, somehow — and lets his eyes slide shut, lets the familiar sound of his team quietly conversing and the ambient sound of a public place at night wash over him as he fades into a half-sleep. The same kind of sleep in a car on the way home from a long road trip, late at night; half aware of the movement and murmured sound of your parents’ whispering in front seat, time stretching around you like taffy.

He stirs slowly at the sound of boots hitting the floor, bleary eyes still half-shut. Keith slowly comes back into focus, standing in front of him now. He’s frowning, troubled.

“They booked us two separate rooms,” he explains, pursing his lips at the two keys in his hand.

Lance pauses. “…Yes.”

Keith doesn’t pick up on it. (That, at least, is familiar enough to make Lance smile.)

“You’d think they’d…well, whatever. I suppose it’s fine. I’ll come join you after you’re showered?”

“Keith —”

“I think my room has the bigger bed, actually. You come to mine.” He opens the little envelope thing and pulls out the extra key, sliding it into Lance’s hands. “I’ll bring up your luggage.”

“Keith, I’m not going to —”

Lance stops.

Keith, I’m not going to sleep with you, is what he was going to say. Keith, what the hell. Keith, you’re acting like a pod person. Keith, I don’t understand what’s going on. Keith, everyone is laughing at us and you don’t seem to notice. Or care. Keith, you’re acting like you’re my — boyfriend, or something. Keith, one day ago you didn’t want anything to do with me. Keith, now you can’t seem to get enough of me. Keith, I am going to lose my mind. Keith, Keith, Keith.

“Okay,” Lance says instead, quiet. He turns the key over in his hands. It looks like a regular white hotel key. It feels heavier, somehow. “Okay, I’ll meet you in twenty.”

Keith flashes a quick smile. It, too, is genuine, and Lance lips are quirking up to match before he can think about it.

“Liar. You’ve never taken less than a half hour shower in your life.”

“I have — so.”

Shaking his head, fondness bleeding from him, Keith steps forward, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead. Lance feels all the air exit his body in one huge whoosh.

“I know you, goober. We got all night. Decompress. I’ll check the closet and under the bed before you get there. Don’t take too long.”

Lance stills. He watches after Keith with wide eyes. His heart, finally calmed again, fucking races.

He’s never, not once in his life, told anyone about the — thing. With the — closets, and under the bed. Not one person; not even Hunk.

It’s stupid, is what it is.

But Lance’s older cousin was kind of a — jerk. And when they were kids he would make these freaky fucking paintings with red eyes and smudged faces and — hide them, in Lance’s closet or dresser drawers or under his bed, and convince him they would come to life in the night and posses him, and it was so fucking dumb, but Lance has always been gullible and it used to scare the shit out of him, because he would never know when they would appear and it would just — freak him out. All the time. Unless he checked his entire room once in the daytime before sleeping, he would never be able to fall asleep.

And he’s never fucking — told anyone about that. Because as a kid it was terrifying to say out loud and as he got older it was just embarrassing. But Keith knows, somehow.

Keith knows.

Lance exhales, air whistling sharply from between his teeth, “Whatever. Whatever. You know what? Whatever,” and stomps over to the elevator. “This is — I’m going to shower. And not think. I don’t — whatever.”

He stews the whole way up to his room. He stews as the key doesn’t fucking work in the slot until the fourth try. He stews as he yanks off his armour and flings it into a random corner, relishing in the heavy thud as it hits the wall, hoping it cracks. He stews as he angrily presses all the buttons in the shower and hops in, cussing as he’s assaulted with an onslaught of hot-cold-hot-cold-soap-soap-soap, aggressively blinking away the sting in his eye and cursing the very air molecules around him. He stews the entire fucking forty minute shower, although admittedly he does, by the ten minute mark, start to calm down a little.

By the time he steps onto the bathmat, he’s just — tired.

“Whatever,” he sighs to himself again, but this time it’s more weary than anything. “Just — I guess. Sure. Whatever.”

There’s a fancy complimentary robe folded neatly on the stack of towels. He swallows the lump in his throat, thinking of his beautiful blue one, now ashes with the rest of the castle.

“Whatever,” he repeats to himself, firmly. Eventually he manages to blink the tears away.

The walk to Keith’s room is short, and cold, and probably embarrassing, since he is in a robe and slippers and a twisty shower hat, but he’s too drained to care. Every step is heavy. By the time he manages to slide the key in the lock — this key cooperates, go fucking figure — and shove the heavy door open, he feels…precarious.

Fragile, maybe.

It takes one look from Keith, one flash of soft indigo eyes and bedsheets untucked and folded over like he likes them and a nightlight shining low on the side table, for him to simply burst into tears.

“It has been a long fucking day,” he sobs.

“It sure as shit has,” Keith agrees, opening his arms, and Lance doesn’t bother thinking before collapsing into them, curling into Keith’s lap and tucking under his chin. Keith grips him tightly and squeezes, and it feels so strangely familiar and so perfect that it’s simply too much for Lance to worry about. He does not have the energy. It’s just — too good, and he’s so tired, and if this is all a trick or a dream or anything like that then he’ll handle it in the fucking morning. Right now Keith is warm and he’s a real fucking person offering real fucking affection with absolutely zero strings attached, none of them, and Lance is allowed to have nice things, actually, it’s written right the in paladin handbook, he knows because he wrote it there himself.

He can just — have this one thing.

“Let’s just sleep for a few thousand years,” Keith says, and he sounds exhausted as Lance does.

And if this is a dream than there’s absolutely nothing to lose, and also whatever, truly, so Lance gives fully into every impulse he’s been too ashamed to even admit in his own head and leans up to kiss him squarely on the lips. He is warm and sweet and tastes like toothpaste, and he kisses back without a second of hesitation, and his hands cup the side of Lance’s face and his calloused thumb brushes across his cheekbones, and it’s everything Lance could ever want it to be, and it makes all the horrible everything melt away. So Lance says screw you, universe, and kisses him until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open, and then he tucks in next to him and relishes in his arm over his waist and falls asleep faster than he ever has in his life listening to Keith’s heartbeat.

This is where the situation starts.

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based on this thread

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[ahhrenata]

excited to finally share my @steddiebang pieces for appledagger’s (twitter) amazing fic:

Of Space and Time

this story was such a thrill to read and i highly recommend checking it out!

appledagger, thank you! you’ve created a wonderful au and I’ve absolutely enjoyed working with you throughout this project! 🧡

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[spid3namy]

— DIFFERENT UNIVERSE PT.1

pairing : e!42 miles x mixed!female reader

summary : miles was being weird, not how he usually acted. he somehow found himself in the wrong universe, unbeknownst to you.

contains : a little angst, fluff, kissing, implied cheating??, cussing, they are in their late teens, happy endings i promise 

word court : 1142

notes : i rewatched atsv for like the 4th time and for some reason i decided that i wanted to write about what would happen if e!42 miles and e!1610 miles switched places like how it is at the end of the movie except nobody is like tied to a punching bag LMAO. this was my attempt at writing a longer fic too 😍

How did he end up here?

This wasn’t his earth. He didn’t understand how or why he was here but all he knew was that this was the wrong place. 

He couldn’t help the way that he felt stupid for allowing himself to get into this whole situation. 

“Miles..? You okay?”

Miles blinked and looked over at you, furrowing his eyebrows to try and adjust to his new surroundings. How did you get into his apartment? Or… what he thought was his apartment? He really had no idea anymore.

Everything was confusing him at this point. He didn’t know anything anymore.

“Miles.”

You snap your fingers in front of his face to gain his attention, not understanding why your boyfriend was acting so weird. Miles blinked once again and shook his head, running a hand over his face.

“Yeah.. yeah, ‘m fine.”

Okay. That was definitely weird. Since when did Miles have an accent? And since when did he have braids in his head? 

“Uhm.. okay?”

Miles let out a puff of air and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. How the hell was he even supposed to get home? How did he even get here? He had no idea. 

“Qué pasa, Miles? You keep starin’ off into space.”

“‘M fine.. I promise”

Miles gave you an awkward smile and cleared his throat awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You looked familiar to him, like he’s seen you somewhere before. He wasn’t really sure. Maybe it was in his universe. Whatever it was, it was weird.

Miles flinched slightly when you touched his face. 

“What? You mad or somethin’?”

“Huh..?”

Okay, so that was definitely weird. Why was he acting this way? Have you done something wrong? You didn’t really know. But all you knew was that Miles, or whoever the hell this was, flinched when you touched him. That never happened. 

“Miles, quit fuckin’ playin’ around with me right now.”

“I don't know what you’re talking about..”

You let out a sigh and shook your head, your thumb caressing his cheek lightly. Miles couldn’t help the way that he felt comfort from how you touched his face. It was wrong, he knew that much, but it still felt so nice. 

He couldn’t enjoy it for too long though.

You pressed a kiss onto his lips, not one that was long, only a peck but Miles flinched back a little too fast. It made your eyebrows furrowed together at how he was acting. He couldn’t kiss you. Couldn’t even be with you because this wasn’t his universe and you weren’t his girlfriend.

“Estás bien? You’re fuckin’ actin’ weird, Miles”

Before he could even get a word out, the front door suddenly swung open. 

“Ay, Y/N.. you’re still here? I thought you would’ve gone home by now?”

“Sí but I figured I would keep Miles company ‘til you came home.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

Miles blinked and looked over at the woman that was supposed to be his mom. 

What happened to her eyes? Why weren’t they green anymore? It was weird to him. 

Well, he already knew why her eyes weren’t green. This wasn’t his earth. This was someone’s earth. It wasn’t his and he hated it.

“Woah, Miles, what’d you do to your hair?”

“Huh..?”

“You like braids now? You’re no longer tender-headed?”

Miles blinked and squinted at Rio, almost like he was confused on what the hell she was talking about. And he was. 

What the hell did she mean tender-headed? He had been tender-headed a day in his life! 

But to make himself seem less suspicious and weird, he just nodded his head. The best thing he could do right now was blend in. 

“He’s been actin’ weird since he got here”

Miles looked over at you as he talked about him like he wasn’t even there. That annoyed him. He hated when people did that.

“Oh.. well I’m sure me and Jeff will be able to figure out why. Thanks for staying Y/N.”

“Of course.. Let me know if you need anything”

Miles watched as you left the apartment. It was weird. Jeff? That didn’t make any sense to him. Jeff was… dead. Had his mother found another man with the same name? That couldn’t be.

He knew his mother; she would never find someone else. 

Rio suddenly looked over at her son and took a step towards him, inspecting his hair and the way he looked. He was much shorter than before. 

“How did you get here so early? Your father said he was gonna take you home.”

“Uh.. Uncle Aaron took me home?”

Rio stared at him and blinked before she shook her head, moving her gaze away from him. This wasn’t a time for him to be bought up.

“Son, you know that ain’t possible.”

“Huh?”

Rio sighed and shook her head, rubbing her temples and walking into the kitchen. She had no idea what was up with him but she knew that something was definitely wrong. 

He was being so weird. 

“Miles, I know you miss Aaron.. We all do but that doesn’t mean you can just say stuff like that.”

“Sorry?”

Rio sighed heavily and shook her head, clearly fed up with her son’s antics. It was a little annoying how he was acting. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. She was too tired for all this.

Miles seemed to notice how annoyed she was and turned on his heels, walking further into the apartment and into ‘his’ room. 

The moment he opened the door, he saw so, so, many fucking posters. God, the room was a damn pigsty. How the hell could anyone live in this filth? 

Miles notices a sketchbook laid on the bed, his body now peaked with curiosity. At least they had one thing in common. He walked over and grabbed the book, flipping through the pages. A lot of them were so random. He took note of all the drawings he had of Aaron and some.. girl. 

Wow. Must’ve been the girl that was there earlier. There were also a few drawings of some other girl in some stupid superhero suit. Apparently this Miles is a fanboy. Totally not weird at all. He had to admit though, his counterpart was really good at drawing. Well, of course he was. 

They were the same person, just a different universe.

Miles could hear talking from outside the door. He slowly opened it and peeked outside, his eyes scanning around the apartment as he saw some guy, presumably Jeff, walking in the front door.

His.. his dad was still alive? Was he not captain here? He didn’t know for sure. He saw another figure behind the man. He was taller and had a wack ass ‘fro.

The other Miles was also here.

Shit.

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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Famous y/n!! Harry going to her opening night of tour 🥺

masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - the second i saw those photos and videos i just knew that i needed to do something and so this is what ive come up with. thanks to the beautiful anon that reccomended jade thirlwall for the face claim because she is an actual beaut 💞 all songs used in this are not owned by me and go to there rightful owner !! and i know harry was spotted in New York but for the purpose of this ive changed it up a bit 💗

SEPTEMBER, 2023.

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yourinstagram, The Daydreamer’s Tour. UK & Europe, 2024.

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username, no fucking way.

username, screaming crying throwing up rn

username, new album alert 👀

taylorswift, oh im so excited for you girly!!

yourinstagram, 😘😘

username, whys there only ten dates?

username, two london shows??

username, so does this mean she’s gonna release a new album??

username, oh my god i feel like i might cry.

yourinstagram, no because same

username, omg what a queen!

OCTOBER, 2023.

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yourinstagram, can’t believe im saying this but my new album ‘daydreamers’ is going to be released november 1st, it is available to pre-save right now. 💗

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username, AHHHHHH

username, i knew it

harrystyles, so proud x

yourinstagram, ❤️❤️

username, queen

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username, Harry being a supportive boyfriend right there

username, this isn’t about Harry this is about (Y/N)

username, let’s give her her moment pls and thx

username, I didn’t expect this ngl

louist91, proud of you girl x

DECEMBER, 2023.

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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED BUYING FLOWERS IN LONDON TODAY !!

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username, oh this is just the cutest

username, baby girl right there

username, HS4 at midnight

username, we wish

username, he’s so boyfriend

yourinstagram, pookie 🥺

username, nah tf??

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username, for (y/n)??

username, is it weird that we can spot him even when he’s covering his face?

username, fr fr

MESSAGES.

JANUARY, 2024.

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yourinstagram, tomorrow couldn’t come sooner .

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username, umm excuse me ma’am

username, what the hell is this

harrystyles, 👀👀

username, nah tf?

username, never knew you standing on some stairs could be so attractive

username, what’s tomorrow??

annetwist, so excited darling

username, nahhhh im scared

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yourinstagram, STYLE is out now people, go stream it, go enjoy it and I’ll be seeing you all very very soon 💞

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username, she’s evil for this 😭

username, couple goals fr

username, this is the best thing that’s happened to me this year

harrystyles, am i the drama?

yourinstagram, 🫖🫖

username, i love these two together ngl

username, ahfjenahfjrhw

username, listened and loved it already hun

username, this video was everything and more baby girl

harry via instagram stories !!

FEBRUARY, 2024.

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yourinstagram, hi huns! you can read my brand new interview now with @mfasrmag and can find out all my juicy goss ! it was such a pleasure to meet all these kind people, love you bubbas 💗💞

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username, read and loved!

username, when she mentioned harry it was the cutest thing ever

gemmastyles, adored everything about this

username, 🥺

username, you were so real and raw for this

username, when you said that you were getting emotional speaking about your tour it made me want to cry with you

username, your gorgeous!

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ynupdates, excerpt from (y/n)s interview with mfasrmag 🥹

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username, okay this was absolutely adorable

username, ‘he’s my bestfriend’ like why am i sobbing??

username, this whole interview was heart wrenching

username, so your telling me you were his inspiration behind watermelon sugar?

username, LOLLLLL

username, im so glad she did this interview

username, girly you shouldn’t care what other people think about you!

MARCH, 2024.

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yourinstagram, excuse perrie staring me down for drinking a cuppa mid rehearsal, but it’s the last one before tour starts 👀 can’t wait to see your lovely faces 😘

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username, im seeing you in oslo im so excited!

username, your couldn’t come sooner enough

perrieedwards, was simply just wondering where mine was

yourinstagram, uh huh sure you were

username, i swear i only got the tickets yesterday

username, your your fits are gonna rock i can just tell

gemmastyles, so excited !!

yourinstagram, 🥹😘

username, there relationship is so cute

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yourinstagram, ‘larger than life’ a song just for you written with a very special someone. enjoy lovelie, as this is for you and everything you have done for me and continue to do for me 💞💞

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username, nahhh tf is this??

username, the day of tour???

harrystyles, it was a pleasure x

yourinstagram, ❤️

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username, you and harry producing a song together??

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taylorswift, ahhh girly this is so exciting!!

yourinstagram, 🥹😘

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ynupdates, FIRST LOOK AT YN FOR OPENING NIGHT !

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username, STOP IM DYING

username, she’s legit gorgeous!

username, greens her colour

username, like the colour of Harry’s eyes

username, imagines that’s why she chose to wear it 😭

username, she looks so happy

username, i think im in love

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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED AT YNS FIRST SHOW IN LONDON TONIGHT !

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username, oh he’s so boyfriend

username, the pink phone case 😭

username, making me go feral

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username, he better be at all of her shows 🙏🙏

harry via instagram stories !!

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ynupdates, part of yns speech during London night one !

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username, okay this is making me cry

username, she’s always have our support !

username, sobbing

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username, our day one girly

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ynupdates, harry and yn leaving the venue tonight after London night one!

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username, one of the best nights of my life

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username, im seeing her in five days

username, lucky

yn via instagram stories !!

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yourinstagram, wow….last night was everything and more, thank you so much to every single person that turned up and supported me, you simply don’t understand how much it means, my heart is consisting simply trying to put it into words.

first of all, i’d like to say a massive thank you to @perrieedwards for agreeing to support me through this leg of your, you were amazing and will continue to be amazing,

and to my day one, my h. my world thank you so much for every single thing that you do and please continue to inspire me say in and day out. there’s no way i would have been able to do this without you by my side. 🥹❤️

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perrieedwards, 🥹

username, perrie was actually phenomenal last night !

username, I love her relationship with harry so badly it actually hurts my heart

username, if they ever break up my life will officially be over

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harrystyles, we’ll always be each other’s inspiration x

yourinstagram, forever and ever x

username, Paris couldn’t come any sooner

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[violetszone]

Think About Us

Lewis x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You were the 5th member of Little Mix and you worked hard to write the new song. While shooting the music video, you had an idea to explain your secret relationship with Lewis in the clip.

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

You've been getting on well with the girls since Little Mix was created and the girls trusted you a lot because they knew your skills.I mean, in general, it all clashed with you in your songwriting because you were very good at making up or correcting the lyrics, and your lyrics were also highly appreciated by the fans.

While writing the LM 5 album, you were all doing your best. You were really working morning and night and working on a music that you started the insturmental track Sometimes you weren't so sure, you always listened to your boyfriend Lewis and asked his opinion, he was really honest helping you and when you finished the instrumental part he definitely fell in love with the song.

Right now all you had to do was send it to the girls to see their reactions and write the lyrics on it if they like it.And indeed, as you guessed, the girls liked it a lot. You started the lyrics together.Maybe it's the effect of the music, but the lyrics ended in a short time and you met with the girls to make the first recordings on music. 

After a few minor adjustments you had completed the recording and the song was really perfect.While checking out the last recording of the song together, you had an idea for the music video. But you had to get permission from the company for this You got permission to reveal your secret relationship with Lewis in the music video for Think About Us. You were already excited for the song, but now you're feeling even more excited.

You talked to Lewis about being with you in the music video and explaining your relationship.Lewis was just as excited about this as you were because he wanted to live your relationship the way you wanted.

It was the day of the video shoot and you asked the girls to feel the music as much as possible in the video and act according to it because it was such a song.You had a few ideas with the director, a few parts where you could stop the Mercedes car from coming and sing on the hood of the car, and a few scenes where Lewis put you against the car under the lights.But you had some improvisational movements in your mind, you chose not to tell Lewis about it and let it flow.

You were wearing a white bralette like the girls' ones and a short tight denim shorts underneath, Lewis was bare-top and blue jeans underneath, they fastened your hair with a barrette, you asked for it.For the first shot Lewis got in the car they adjusted the blue purple lights you turned your back on the camera Lewis drove the car towards you and stopped it, the shot went away from your legs and your whole body was exposed in front of the car

In the next frame, you were lying on the hood of the car and singing while it was raining on you, there was no Lewis in this scene, but you could see how he was looking at you admiringly while watching from afar. When this scene was over, they dried you a little and took your jacket, and it was time for those scenes that you were waiting for excitedly because Lewis had no idea what you were going to do, and even the director didn't know.

They started the rain and the chorus part of the song Lewis leans you against the car door and puts his hands on your waist you thought it was time when the camera approached You made a move that Lewis never expected, this time you slammed him on the car door and approached his lips. The chorus started to riseYou turned your back on Lewis and leaned your back on his chest, you ran your hands over your body and pushed your hips against his, his hands finding your waist again.

You got down on your knees dancing in front of Lewis and got up again , he grabbed you by the wrist and turned you towards him, his hand was on your hips, he pressed you to himself, you danced together in harmony towards the end of the song, Lewis got you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist he pulled the hairpin from your hair with one hand you shook your head to straightened your hair, the camera went into slow motion, the tension between you and Lewis was too much, you both were out of breath he pulled you in and you started kissing without blocking the camera too much.

Jade continued to watch and approached the director "God, YN didn't tell us they were going to do something like this" the other girls couldn't take their eyes off you, the director said without looking at Jade, "Let them keep going, you'll love the result"

When your kiss was over, Lewis put you down and you hugged him. When the camera started shooting behind Lewis, you looked up into Lewis's eyes. The camera focused on Lewis's back tattoo,so Lewis's tattoo was clear and your face was blurred.

You couldn't take your eyes off each other even though the director shouted "cut".Everyone behind the camera started clapping for you.The girls came to you with excitement, finally you got away from Lewis a little, you hugged the girls and talked about the scenes, you went to the director and started watching the scenes. Lewis came up to you and you turned to him with excitement "I think it's pretty good, what do you say?"

"You really surprised me YN those moves were amazing" You blushed and smiled. Within a few weeks, when the music video came out, both Lewis fans and Little Mix fans went crazy. The music video was awesome and almost all social media was filled with scenes of Lewis and you.

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request from @infintyfandoms: Thought! Mirage is always so reckless, well what if one time he went too far and hurt his friend or s/o (either)?? I feel like he’d blame himself so bad - even if he was blind sighted by a distracted driver. Never drive crazy again or not drive around again or what??

angsty mirage x fem!reader times. thought of making it a headcanon thingy but nah. this one might need a warning that there are descriptions of serious injuries. and im also writing this on 0 hours of sleep thank you very much

A silver Porsche parked in front of the vinyl store you just walked out of was catching the attention of every passerby. Both men and women's eyes were stopping on the vehicle for a bit longer than they would on any regular car, their heads turning slightly to allow them to do that.

Mirage loved that. He loved transforming in different models everyday, the next one even more prestigious than the one before. Just to get that attention every single time.

You noticed a couple of teenage girls staring at your boyfriend, and even though you were fully aware they were doing so only because he was a good-looking car, you still rolled your eyes at it.

Your feet led you to the Porsche and you hopped in. Before getting the chance to point out the shameless staring of the group of teens, Mirage spoke up, "Whatcha got there?"

Your gaze had shifted to the vinyl case before you placed it down on the passenger's seat without much thought.

"Music," you responded casually in a light tone, putting your hands on the steering wheel, even though you knew Mirage would be doing the driving. "You got fans," you murmured under your breath but Mirage could obviously hear it. Your eyes landed on the girls again, and although you weren't particularly jealous, you still didn't appreciate it too much.

"Hell yeah, I do, baby," he said proudly, the grin in his voice palpable, even though you couldn't see it at the moment. And then, he added, a little bit more quietly as if he was saying this to the man who literally stopped in front of the car to admire him, "You wish you looked like that, huh?"

You let out an amused snort, and patted the gear stick with your palm to give him a sign to drive out of the parking lot. "C'mon."

"Let me honk at him," he'd asked for your permission seconds before doing it anyway without you allowing him to, causing the man to jump in his spot and then walk away. You just smacked the passenger's seat in disapproval, not even going on a rant about his behaviour because it was a daily occurrence for Mirage to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, offended by your sudden reaction, as if he wasn't used to it, "I'm all for violence unless it's directed towards me," he muttered, sounding like an annoyed child. Then, without any warning, he revved the engine and drove out of the parking lot onto the main road. You only rolled your eyes without a word but then, you noticed how fast he was passing all the other cars in his lane, which he would usually cuss out for being slow, as if their owners weren't driving under the speed limit for safety reasons.

"Mirage…" you warned him, using his full name instead of a nickname, which he did not appreciate but decided not to speak on it and just change the topic.

"Jus' tell me it's not George Michael," he said with a short sigh, as if it was very important to him that it, in fact, was not George Michael.

"Mirage..." you warned him once again, ignoring his words, gripping the steering wheel with much more force now to hopefully get him to slow down.

"Nope," he said simply, understanding what you meant without you even having to say it. If he was in his humanoid form, he'd probably cross his arms on his chest and shake his head with that signature smirk indicating that he knew he was in control of the situation. "That's what you get for hitting your poor boy," he added, sounding very content with himself, revving the engine once more just to show you that he, in fact, was not planning on slowing down.

You scoffed. "You deserved it."

"For what?" he began talking in that specific, overly innocent tone, and you just knew he was going to say something sarcastic that would only annoy you even more, "For being so cute and funny?" He asked rhetorically, as if he wasn't aware that he really needn't have honked at that man, and then drive as recklessly as he normally would when you weren't inside him.

But he was very much aware. It was just that his pride didn't allow him to apologise.

"For being a little shit." You decided not to banter with him as per usual, but just to get straight to the point. Even though you were possibly risking starting an argument between you two, you just needed to reprimend him at the moment, especially now that you noticed how nonchalant he was about it.

"Ouch," he pretended to be hurt by what you just said. And although he wasn't actually offended, he still wasn't really in the mood to let you win.

So he sped up even more.

Noticing the opportunity presented right in front of him, the almost empty road ahead of you two, he floored the gas pedal, making you let out a short, quiet noise at the impact in which you got pushed back into the seat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked him with anger in your voice, not raising it just yet, and not actually expecting a response. But you got one anyway:

"Takin' you on a ride date, baby," he answered sarcastically, his overly sweet tone making him sound even more annoying than before.

"Mirage, I—"

If he wasn't as sure in his abilities as he was, he'd never drive over three times faster than the speed limit allowed, never wanting to actually risk you getting hurt in any way.

And it wasn't even his fault, when a sport's car drove right into his left side, before you could even finish your sentence.

It wasn't his fault that the car ran a red light, that it was supposed to stop and wait for him to just drive away without getting thrown to the right by the impact.

It wasn't his fault that he was now rolling over for the fifth time, his roof and sides hitting the hard asphalt every single time.

You weren't even making any noises anymore so that he would know that you were with him, conscious, alive. He ignored the sound of his glass shattering, his metal body getting scratched, bent and painfully ruined, just to be able to hear your breath.

The other car was in a much worse condition, but he didn't care. The only thing occupying his mind was you, your heartbeat he would do anything to hear again. He needed to make sure you were still there.

He felt it all. He felt the pain that came with getting drove into by another car, with flipping over with unimaginable speed and force. But he needed to make sure you were alright.

And he couldn't even do anything to stop his worst nightmare from beginning to play right in front of his very optics.

Then, after a few moments that felt like hours to him, everything finally came to an end. The hiss coming out of him was still hearable, the hot steam, the liquid pouring out of his fual lines threatened to mix with the flames growing with every passing second. But it was finally quiet; no noise of metal hitting the asphalt distracted him from listening to your body.

His spark nearly exploded with relief when he heard the faint sound of your heartbeat. He wanted to transform, to be able to hold you, to get you out of him so that his bent roof wouldn't be pressing against your wounded head.

When people began to gather up around him, he realised he had a decision to make: to transform and risk getting hunted down just like it happened to Bumblebee, or to stay there and pray to Primus, pray to the people now surrounding him that they'd help you and make sure you were okay.

He wanted to scream at them to hurry up, to get you out, to make that heartbeat of yours sound more promising. To let him know that you weren't going to—

The idea of losing you forever crossed his mind for a split second before he could even stop it.

And it was his fault that he was going a lot over the speed limit, too distracted by the need to tease you, to win the argument, and show you that you had nothing to say in the way he was behaving.

It was his fault that there was crimson running down your forehead, the drops rolling past the hairs of your eyebrows, all the way down to your jaw, then staining your shirt with your own blood.

It was his fault that your body felt lifeless against his ruined upholstery, the only motion it was making was an almost undetectable rise of your chest every couple of seconds.

His train of thoughts got interrupted by the distant sound of sirens getting closer and closer to him. The people were talking, someone was yelling, it all making an irritating mixture of human noises he didn't need to hear at the moment.

Mirage felt his left door being opened or rather being torn out of him in a couple painful motions. He didn't care.

He just wanted them to take you away from him.

When he no longer felt your weight on his driver's seat, he almost let a sound of relief through his radio, but just now noticed that it's been ruined, making it impossible for him to do so. He hadn't paid attention to it earlier, too stunned to be able to say anything to you, even though your name and endless questions if you were okay wanted to escape him.

Cold liquid hit his hot metal body, the lower temperature of it somewhat helping him get in a clearer state of mind. Even though he felt deserving of being on fire, he appreciated the slight relief it gave him.

Somebody placed you on a stretcher, put you carefully in another vehicle, and then closed the door. He couldn't see you anymore but was sure the humans would take good care of you. Better care than he was able to offer.

The loud sirens hit his audio receptors before he registered the ambulance leaving the crash site.

And the sound was still bouncing against the interior walls of his helm every single day since the accident. The imagine of your limp body, his steering wheel covered in your blood, your head pressed uncomfortably against the remains of his left window...

Two whole weeks passed and he couldn't think of anything else but you. You in that horrible state he put you in himself.

The guilt was eating him alive, and even though he'd make Noah visit you everyday in the hospital to make sure your condiction was stable, he still couldn't help but beat himself up and be worried sick.

"Concussion, five broken ribs, broken arm and nose, and she was fucking bleeding from her liver, man," your mutual friend told him after leaving the hospital for the first time, after the doctors allowed anybody to visit you, even though you weren't conscious yet.

It affected Noah nearly as much as it did the robot. The only difference was that the human had no reason to blame himself for it, because it wasn't his recklessness that nearly killed you.

Mirage fell silent.

He got quiet, very quiet, unusually for him. Every Autobot he used to hang out with knew what happened, how much you meant to him, and how affected he was by the accident. They noticed the sudden shift in his behaviour, the once bubbly personality disappearing just so he could dwell in guilt in peace.

The thing that bothered him a lot among others was that he couldn't see you. He couldn't walk into the hospital you were being taken care of in. He couldn't sit next to you and tell you how painfully sorry he was for doing it to you, for putting you in danger, for hurting you so much your pain radiated off you body and made him feel it, too.

Noah insisted on repairing him, and he agreed purely because then he'd be able to park in front of the hospital to be as near you as possible.

But he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

And it still didn't change when you finally got discharged. He was not the one to pick you up from the hospital, it was Noah and Bee. He couldn't face you.

You asked about him when you woke up from the coma, your friend sitting next to you on the uncomfortable hospital chair only shrugging in response, telling you he didn't know anything about Mirage, where he was or how he was.

It was a lie. The robot was spending his time either in the garage, getting fixed by his only human friend, or out on the road, hoping that maybe, just maybe someone would crash into him again, making him feel that pain again. That pain he thought he deserved for harming you.

And when you insisted on Noah taking you to the garage to see him, after getting the information about his location out of the poor human, Mirage couldn't help but feel even worse than before.

You were alive, of course you were alive, but he also did notice the way you winced with every step, how dull the colour of your skin was compared to the times before the accident, how fragile you looked, standing there in front of him with Noah not leaving your side in case you'd collapse onto the floor.

You were alive, but also in so much pain he couldn't even look at you without feeling a strong sting in his spark.

His optics shifted to Noah in an instant, as if he was trying to bash him for taking you here, which he responded to out loud with his hands raised in a defensive gesture, "She threatened me."

You didn't even know what you were feeling at that moment. A mixture of sadness, annoyance, impatience, and hurt made you unable to say anything, forcing you to just stand there in silence. Suddenly, a short wave of pain washed over your right side, making you grimace and put your only free palm on the area surrounding your liver.

As soon as Mirage noticed your movement, he made an involuntary step towards you, his servos extended in your direction, as if he was trying to both comfort you and catch you if you were to fall.

Noah immediately asked, "You okay?" His eyes shifting between your hand on your side and your pained face. You just nodded.

Uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and the other human was close to replacing it with whistling just so that he wouldn't have to stand there awkwardly without a word.

"Imma just leave you two, yeah?" He scratched the back of his neck, his feet already leading him in the direction of the exit. "Jus'... scream if you die or somethin'..." he added, the awkwardness making him joke about things he normally wouldn't joke about.

And then, he left. He left poor Mirage with even poorer you. Alone.

You let out a grunt, making your way to the nearest chair to sit down. He was ready to help you with everything, but he didn't know if you even wanted him to, so he just stayed in his spot.

"You look bad," you commented, lazily motioning to his beaten-up body with your hand. The raspiness, the weakness in your voice almost made him drop to his knees.

He responded unsurely after a pause, a forced, unamused smirk on his face plate, "...You should see the other guy."

It was awkward. Awkward as never before, you two having always found it pretty easy to communicate with each other. But now... Now he couldn't help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his tank when you spoke up and made him say something back to you.

And it was his fault.

Your reaction to his little joke wasn't something you could control. A short, quiet chuckle left your mouth, causing you to grab your right side even more tightly and a wince of pain on your face to deepen.

She can't even laugh.

He felt so excruciatingly bad he had to fight himself not to transform into a car and just drive away.

You wanted to tell him that you've been told the other driver didn't make it. But you knew the war it would start in his mind if you shared that information with him, so you stayed silent.

"You look terrible," he muttered after a few moments of observing your body, as if to himself to comment on the damage he'd done.

You snorted, shaking your head in amusement. "That's exactly what every woman likes to hear," you responded, deciding that a little banter would be better than sitting without any words being exchanged.

Mirage's eyes widened slightly as he took a step towards you, his servos up in the air again in a specific gesture that indicated that he didn't actually mean it like that.

He had this tendency to make things worse with his words, and normally it wouldn't bother him at all, but this time it was you. He didn't want to make thing worse with you.

"No, no, you're pretty. Gorgeous, in my humble opinion. Walking perfection even," he wanted to correct himself, spurting word after word just to show you that he didn't want you to be mad at him. "Geez, I'm sorry," he added, bringing his servos to his face plate to cover it in... embarrassment.

Something new for him.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a small smile. "I do look kinda ter—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he said with much more confidence now, "...For everything."

He rarely apologised.

But you deserved to hear it. Even if you weren't ready to forgive him just yet, even if you were to never forgive him, he just needed you to know that he regretted it.

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something, but he interrupted you again, "Maybe I shouldn't have be the fastest car in Brooklyn that day. Maybe I should've listened to you and not be a little shit," he recalled the way you called him these few weeks ago, just minutes before the accident. With determination in his tone, he continued, "You can hate me, I can take it." But then, he changed his mind as soon as he realised he would prefer if you didn't hate him, "Actually. Hate me for the next three days at max. Please. If you don't want me to rip my vents out."

You snorted weakly once more, the movement of your body making you wince in pain again.

He finally found enough courage within himself to get closer to you. With a couple of steps, he kneeled down in front of you and extended one of his servos in your direction, as if non-verbally telling you to stop laughing and not cause yourself even more pain.

"'m sorry," he whispered his apology again, the sincere look in his optics showing you just how much he cared for you.

"It wasn't y—"

"It was," he interrupted you in a much more serious tone, but it was still filled with softness, "I was stupid..."

"Nothing new," you managed to blurt out before closing your eyes shut and grunting, a grimace on your face as you felt another sting of pain, which you were kind of used to now.

You opened your eyes and looked up at his worried optics observing your every move, his servos desperately wanting to touch and help you but he knew it'd only make things worse due to his size.

You let out a short chuckle at your own joke as soon as your body allowed you to.

"Not funny," he reprimanded you with a serious face, not finding your apparent discomfort amusing at all, even though he agreed with your words.

"You were just making jokes ab—"

"So?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Child," you insulted him, fully aware how much he hated being called out on his childishness.

"I'm older than your cute little Earth, please," he scoffed.

"No, you're not," you deadpanned.

"...So?"

"I hate you," you said, although a small smile on your lips betrayed you.

"That's the spirit," he sighed but the corners of his lips curled up as well. A beat of silence passed and his gaze went back to your face, "I meant that."

You frowned slightly.

"I am sorry. For being the..." he was about to say something that would hurt his pride and ego, but decided it was worth it, "...the dumbest machine there is. Even a hairdryer is smarter than me," he insulted himself, hoping the sacrifice would make you like him again.

"You're right." You nodded, fighting back a chuckle.

He raised his arms in a playfully offended, confused gesture. "You could at least disagree, damn."

You shook your head in amusement.

After another beat of silence, he said seriously, "You're never coming inside me again."

"Wow."

"Should've worded it better, yeah..." he trailed off, "Primus, woman, give me a break." He let out a small laugh when he noticed your amused reaction to his sentence. "No, seriously... I... You're my girl, yeah? Don't want you to... You know, be in pain."

Why did he have to be so awkward about his feelings? Now that he finally had the chance to show you how much he loved you and never wanted to see you hurt again.

"I still have your..." he wanted to say that he still had your blood on some of his parts that didn't want to come off, but then decided it wasn't the best time to tell you that, "I almost lost my mind when I couldn't hear you," he confessed, his tone regaining its sincerity, the look in his optics describing his guilt to you without words.

He was referring to the moment he was so desperately trying to silence everything around him just to be able to find your heartbeat.

"I'm okay..." Your tone was soft, quiet, as if you were trying not to scare a lost, disoriented puppy.

"You're not okay," he disagreed with a slightly clenched jaw, angry at himself, not even for a second at you, "You..." He lowered himself so that he'd be able to whisper to you, as if saying these words more loudly would make them come true someday, "You almost died... I almost killed you..."

His face panel was close enough to your body for you to put your hand against his warm, metal cheek. Mirage immediately melted at the touch, his optics closing slowly just to allow him to savour the softness of your palm as much as he could.

"It wasn't your fault..." you started your monologue, this time the robot allowing you to continue, "I didn't die. I might have a broken bone or two..." He opened his eyes at this sentence, giving you a sad look. "...But I'll be alright. I didn't die," you repeated, which gained you an unsure nod from your boyfriend, who was now avoiding making eye contact with you.

You didn't force him to look up at you.

"I promise..." he trailed off, not wanting to show you how weak he felt, "I promise I'll never do that again..." His gaze went back to meet yours as you smiled softly, your eyes filled with love you had for him. "I'll never be dumber than a hairdryer, you have my unreliable word. And I'll never argue with you. I'll just say that I'm sorry, and that my woman is always right, and I'll shut up for as long as you want me to. And I... I'll never drive over twenty-five. Yeah, it hurts. But guess what hurts more. Seeing you with a broken bone or two."

Joking might've been the only way he would be able to overcome the sorrow he felt within himself. But it worked both for you and him. You really wouldn't have it any other way.

"Tell me," you whispered with a slight head tilt, slowly closing the gap between your faces.

He frowned, not understanding what you meant by that, but then the small smirk on your lips explained it to him.

He rolled his optics, the remains of guilt still evident in them, although with every passing second and every joke, they seemed to disappear bit by bit.

"'m sorry. My woman is always right," he repeated himself, pretending to find it very boring, as if he didn't really want to admit that. But he did. He did want you to know that he meant every single thing that rolled off his glossa.

Your smile widened immediately, your eyes closing as you minimized the gap between your and Mirage's lips completely.

And then, after long weeks of not being able to forgive himself for hurting the only woman he loved, he was finally able to feel relief.

#i cant write endings FOR SHIT #this is so fucking good im not even gonna lie #im such a good writer i surprise myself sometimes #the ending sucks tho #i might or may not mix up some of his body parts with human ones lmao #hope you cried while reading this #mirage x reader #mirage x you #rotb #transformers rotb #mirage transformers #mirage rotb #mirage #mirage x my pussy #wattpad #transformers #smut #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #i REALLY hope mirage is not ooc #i really tried #its hard to write him in emotional scenes because hes usually so goofy #tell me what yall think

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"Aria, how many Petrigrof AUs do you even have!?"

Well um.

Well you s ee...

#IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM. #BTW you can absolutely send asks about any of them if youre curious #ive posted about a couple of them on here allready but i havent gone into great detail #if my adhd ass could just sit down and WRITE something for once I know I could make some banger fanfic outta these #aria ramblings #petrigrof #adventure time #fionna and cake #adventure time au #fionna and cake au #betty grof #simon petrikov #btw theyre color coded #green= fix it/fluff #red=angst #white=mix/neutral

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Poly Headcanons with Ballistar and Ambrosious

Second request!

CW: Smut (at the end and not graphic), possibly OOC characters

Word Count: 1190

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How you guys met:

You work at one of the shops in the market

You met Nimona before Ballistar and Ambrosious

She was the one who actually introduced you guys

Both of them were happy to meet you. You seemed like you would be a very good friend.

When they fell for you:

You and Nimona really enjoy playing pranks on the guys

Whether it be hiding one of their socks or making them get soaked by the river, it's really fun for you two

For Ballistar, it was the way you'd hide your smile or laugh with your hand in front of your mouth

When he saw your smile for the first time, he couldn't help but do the same

It's so contagious

He especially enjoys when he's the one who makes you happy

For Ambrosious, he thought your humour and the general way you expressed yourself was extraordinary

He respected that you always spoke your mind

When they asked you out:

Ballistar was the first of the two to tell Ambrosious that he was in love with you too

He felt like a bad partner for wanting another person

He talked to Nimona before talking to Ambrosious and she said that relationships such as this exist and thrive

With new confidence, he told his husband (because I said so) and he said that he felt the same as he did

They both agreed that if you would take them, they would be happy to have you

They visited your store one day, which wasn't out of the ordinary, and asked when you would be able to close up shop

You give them the time and ask why, but they just say that they have a surprise for you

When you get out, they walk on either side of you along the river

They thought this would be the perfect place to ask you out because the temperature is good and the view is breathtaking. Especially when on the cliff that they were walking you to

You try and ask them what the surprise is and they just slide off your questions and tell you to wait and have patience

Ambrosious is the one who asks you

"Bal and I have come together to ask if you would join our relationship. We have both fallen for your charms and are fully prepared to court you first if you would wish."

Your face lit up before falling again

"What if I mess up? I don't want to possibly ruin your relationship."

Bal just put his hand on your cheek and asked you not to worry

"You do not need to agree or say yes. We will not pressure you. Just please do not have such thoughts. You will not mess anything up or ruin it."

A big smile places itself on your lips and you say that you would love to be with them

First kisses:

Ambrosious: you guys were baking together and you ended up getting chocolate on your cheek

He brings up his hand and wipes it away

Before putting his hand down though, he brings his thumb to your lips

It was an impulsive thought and he didn't think anything of it until you licked off the chocolate

A teasing smirk comes onto your face

"Maybe you want a taste too?"

His eyes widen slightly and he puts his other hand on your other cheek and pulls you in for a kiss

It's not sloppy or heat-ridden by any means, but he still manages to actually get chocolate in his mouth

Afterwards, you guys were giggling like little kids

Ballistar: you two were taking a walk in the outskirts of town while holding hands

You don't even remember what you guys were talking about before-

"Can I kiss you?"

You pause momentarily and stare up at him

"I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

You smile and shake your head

You pull him down by his shirt to kiss him and you see a flash of a camera

Looking over, you guys see Nimona with a camera grinning like a maniac

You chase them around but never get the picture

He ended up giving it to Ambrosious and he put it on the fridge

[This is where the smut hcs are so if you do not want to read, please skip this, thank you. There is nothing happening after the smut, I promise]

First time:

When you guys had talked about sex, you were a little shy

You were a virgin and had little to no idea what to do

They did not tease you for it and both happily agreed to teach you

You guys' first time was slow and sweet

You were properly opened up so they wouldn't hurt you, for which you later appreciated

The feeling was new, but not unwelcome

For my tops, they showed you how to do all the things they like and they were pleasantly surprised with how quickly you caught on

General HCs:

Ambrosious blushes a lot when getting head. He never knows where to put his hands and tries so hard to not fuck into your mouth

He is a whiner and his moans are so sweet when he's bottoming

When he tops, he's very in control. Listen to him or get punished for it

He makes you look at him when he eats you out or gives you head

Ballistar is a munch. Don't lie, we all thought about it

His favourite thing is oral

He teaches you how to use your tounge so you can have mouth magic too

When he tops, he is such a big praiser

He holds your hips still while he fucks you like there's no tomorrow while praising you at how well you take him

When he bottoms, he hides his face a lot

Very blushy baby

His moans are so sweet though, you can never get enough

They both have long fingers and every time they finger you open, it always leaves you gasping and desperate for more. They know how to use them, trust me on that

And the way the jerk you off? Soul is gone

They'll make you cum at least twice before they fuck you properly and that's if the feel merciful

Bal, I think, definitely likes to mark what is his. You've had people ask you about the bruises on your neck several times and it's as equally embarrassing as it was the first time

Ambrosious definitely grips your hips and thighs though. He has bruises of his fingers imprinted there basically

They will tease the ever-loving shit out of you just because they can

Aftercare:

No matter how rough or soft they are, they always make sure to clean you up properly and get you water

Sometimes bath time happens and it's so nice

The tub is big enough for the three of you because knights are rich and have nice things

You guys wash each other and relax in the warmth of the water

Cuddles cuddles cuddles cuddles cuddles

Did I mention cuddles?

They are so sweet.

We love these guys

#nimona #nimona movie #headcanon #gay kiss #male reader #reader insert #smut #fluff #no y/n #no angst #request #poly relationship #poly headcanons #mixed pronouns because Nimona is Genderfluid and deserves all of the pronouns and quite literally the world #ballistar headcanons #ambrosious headcanons #nimona headcanons #ambrosious goldenloin #ballistar blackheart

[stevesbipanic]

Eddie felt sick to his stomach with nerves.

Today was the day he was going to tell Steve how he felt about him. It was fall now, only six months since Steve had fallen into his orbit, it felt longer. It was easier to think about March being the month Eddie's sunshine boy had become his friend than the month he faced unspeakable horrors.

Eddie wasn't even nervous about telling Steve because he thought he'd get punched in the face, no, Steve had come out to him in the summer, tales of feeling different and a little birdie to help him along the way.

Eddie hadn't had a lot of luck in the past with his heart. No boys in their small town that would dare step a toe out of the closet and men in Indianapolis that just wanted him for a night. There was one boy once, a sweet bartender but after months of what Eddie thought had been flirting the other boy just wanted to be friends.

It was hard to see himself as someone a person could want, a person could care about. The scars didn't help, no matter what his friends said it was hard to look in the mirror and see someone beautiful, not like Stevie, who was perfect before but somehow made the scars look like a masterpiece on a tan canvas.

Eddie has been staring at Steve's from door for ten minutes now, too afraid to knock on the door. He has to tell him though, even if it doesn't work out, he hopes he and Steve will at least be the same after this, he doesn't want to lose him.

Steve makes the choice for him though, opening the door with a questioning look on his face.

"Eddie? Is everything ok? You're not seeing clocks right now are you?"

Eddie shook his head, coming out of his daze, "No, no I'm fine Stevie, um, I came to tell you something."

"Oh, ok, well come on in," Steve smiled brightly, Eddie tried to capture the smile in his memory forever just in case it was the last time he'd see it directed at him.

The two boys sat down on the couch facing each other.

"What did you want to tell me, Eds?"

Eddie prides himself on being a storyteller and good with words, this was not one of those moments.

"I like you, like I really really like you. You're the best part of my everyday Stevie and I just can't help but like you. You don't have to feel the same way, I get it, just don't let this change things between us ok?"

"What if I want things to change?"

Eddie felt his heart break at that, "I understand, I'm just, I'm gonna go."

Eddie stood but Steve quickly reached out his arm to him, "No wait, Eddie! That came out wrong I mean I like you too, that's why I want things to change, so I can do things like this." Steve moved forward and gently kissed Eddie's lips.

"Oh, well I guess I want things to change too."

Steve's face broke into a bright grin again and Eddie knew he wouldn't have to commit it to memory since he'd be seeing it every day for the rest of his life.

#telling people you like them is scarryyyyyy #yes im a mix of steve and eddie in this scenario #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #fluff #sprinkle of self worth angst for eds

[kokoabar]

Dip week, Day3: Fluff/angst

outcast

#dipweek2023 #PLS IGNORE MY HANDWRITING ‼️ #sp dip #south park #sp pip #sp pip pirrup #sp damien #sp damien thorn #they're the kids that get bullied alot #a mix of angst and fluff ig #give them love pls

[filmbyjy]

MIXED UP

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summary: baking has always been your passion and you were surprised when your teacher announced that he managed to save you an extra spot in the competition. however, that turned sour when you realise...you had to beat jay, the man who broke your heart.

warnings: decently angsty but happy ending. there is tons of sexual jokes in here because that's my type of humour (unfortunately). sunghoon being an asshole, shitty explaination of a damn baking competition. also it's been 3 years since the last time i was in home economics, okay. give me a break T_T i tried my best explaining it the best i could.

word count: 6.5K words

NOTE: SURPRISE!!! somehow I finished this in 3 days. im surprised. but yeah enjoy this. this is unfortunately mostly angsty…I wrote most of this at 12am in the morning so thats why👍🏻

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

wait wait, let us rewind to before this argument with jay exactly happened. 5 months ago, it was a saturday to be exact. both you and your twin brother, jake were hanging out in your bedroom just catching up since the both of you barely see each other (due to him being a science major and you being a culinary student). your phone pings and the both of you looked over at it.

you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

“someone you’re chatting to on tinder?” jake asks. you rolled your eyes.

“no, it’s just my teacher.”

“ooo is it the one that has all the girls panties soaking?” you gave your brother a disgusted look.

“where did you hear about that from?”

“well, remember when i had to walk over to your department because i had to hand you something?” you nod, “well there were tons of girls talking about your teacher and how hot he looks in his ‘chef outfit’.” jake air quotes.

“he is 30, married and has a kid.” you said. jake raises his brow.

“so you like dilfs?” jake asks.

“sim jaeyun!”

“what? he texted you! like dmed you!” jake raises his arm feigning his innocence. you facepalmed.

“he texted me because he is offering me an extra spot in a baking competition!” you read the text out loud. you did a double take, jake’s jaw drops.

“i thought you didn’t make it-” jake gasps, “did you suck his dick to get the extra spot, (name). be honest.”

you breathed in, “you have 3 seconds before i end your life, jake.”

“well-”

“3.”

“look.”

“2.”

“(name).”

“1.”

“WAIT!” jake gets up and runs around your apartment trying to escape you. you ran after him whilst yelling out loud. there were a series of knocks at your front door so you stopped chasing after your brother. jake lets out a sigh of relief.

you pointed at him before gesturing ‘it’s not over’. you went to open your door and well, surprise surprise. it was the last person on earth you’d like to see.

“park.”

“sim.”

“the fuck do you want?”

“this is an apartment building, mind keeping your voice down? i can hear you screaming from across.”

“the hallway is small, obviously you’d be able to hear me.” you folded your arms, leaning at your front door. “you live literally opposite of me.”

“no shit sherlock. i can see that.” jay grumbles, “i’m trying to study so could you shut the fuck up?”

you were about to scowl at him but your brother had to pop his head out.

“ay, jongseong. you still up for playing LOL right?” jake asks. jay flashes your brother a smile.

“of course, just get a hold of heeseung hyung and sunghoon.”

“perfect.” jake’s eyes met with yours. you grabbed your slippers.

“get back inside.” you smacked him once with your slipper. jake winces and pouts.

“can’t believe you’d hurt your twin brother.”

“didn’t i tell you not to befriend this asshole?” you point to jay.

“you can’t tell me what to do. your not mom.” jake sticks out his tongue before getting back inside. you sighed.

“anything else, park?”

“ah right, did you get a text from mr.kang?”

“and why the fuck would i tell you?” jay rolls his eyes.

“so you did get it. great because he offered me a spot too.” your jaw drops.

“how could he offer you a spot? you suck at baking.” jay laughs out loud.

“me? horrible at baking? you’re clearly thinking of someone else. maybe you’re thinking about jake.”

“I heard that jay!” jake yells from the living room. you rolled your eyes.

“high school, bake sale. you and i were supposed to make cookies together to sell. you burnt the cookies and we didn’t earn enough money to raise a charity. everyone in our class blamed us, mainly me because you claimed i was the one who burnt it. everyone believed in your white lies, all because they liked you and you were mr.popular while i was just your dumb shadow, following you around like a lost soul.”

that’s right. although you and jay were rivals now, you were best friends before. jay was the popular kid along with your brother and the two other boys, lee heeseung and park sunghoon. every girl loved them. every one of them wanted to be their girlfriend but none of the boys really cared. they thought at that age that getting a girlfriend wasn’t worth their time. sure, they loved having eyes on them and gaining the attention. they only, however, lead girls on. truly only showing their true colours after a single date. in fact, all of them were still virgins.

you were sure. you’ve never seen them kiss a single girl or seen them sneak off to some random room with a hook up, maybe except for heeseung (you were sure that boy has kissed a girl once). i mean, you were jake’s twin. obviously, you knew your brother would never do so. he was saving everything for marriage. wow, such a christian boy.

this rivalry between you and jay started with you confessing your feelings for him. yup, you liked him and you told him about it. it didn’t end pretty and you still remember jay laughing at you. it was…bad. you never want to relive that moment ever again which is why you simply only flirt and never confess. you were afraid of another rejection.

you devoted to hate everything jay does because he hurt your feelings. at first, he kept apologising (it wasn’t sincere at all) but then eventually he just grew to annoy you. he mocks you whenever you get a lower score than him. he loved teasing you and getting on your nerves. one time, he got a higher score than you in home economics, he never stopped yapping and showing off for a whole month straight.

then when you graduated, you just had to find out he was joining culinary too but why? he ruined the bake sale and burnt those damn cookies. why was he joining something he was bad at? was it to mock you and annoy you to death?

“that’s the past, sweetcheeks. we are living in the present which means i got the extra spot.” jay says. you rolled your eyes.

“just stay the fuck away from me. i have to win this.”

“always competitive, huh.”

you scoffed, “it’s a competition and it would look great on my portfolio so you better step the fuck back. this competition is important to me.”

“and if i beat your ass and prove a point you suck?”

“then i’ll actually beat your ass.” you raised a fist up. jay laughs before grabbing your fist and pushing it down.

“you do realise i’ve been hitting the gym lately. there is no way you’d be able to beat me.”

“just leave.” you shoved jay out into the hallway and closed the door on him. jake tiptoes warily, careful not to make you mad. he wraps his arms around you and hugged you. jake’s hugs always simmered down your anger. ever since you and jay became enemies, jake had always comforted you.

“(name), you do realise you can ignore him right?” you snuzzled your head onto jake’s chest, happy to be in your brother’s arms since he gave the best hugs.

“trust me, i’ve tried hard but that asshole lives to annoy me.”

“i’ll try to talk to him about it.”

“it’s fine. this is between me and him, i don’t want to bring you or the other 2 in.”

“well, technically it also involves us. he is our friend and you are my sister so yeah, i’m caught up between the both of you.”

“you could choose one of us to defend.”

“the both of you are petty, if i choose either one of you, your both going to sulk. it’s really funny since the both of you used to be friends too-”

“we do not speak about the past.” you smacked jake’s back. jake lets go of the hug.

“look i have no idea how you and jay fell apart but i miss how our friend group didn’t have you two constantly at each other’s throats. it was way better back then.”

you never told jake what happened to you and jay. he did know you were rejected by your crush but he didn’t know your crush was jay. you guessed that’s how much jay didn’t care about you. he never talked about it to your brother when you thought he would.

“it will never go back to how it was back then. besides, you know one of the reasons why we fell apart.”

“the bake sale incident. yeah, i know but i seriously thought that was the only reason. what’s the other reason?”

“not telling you, jaeyun.”

jake whines, “come on. i’m your twin brother, your singular minute younger twin brother. do you not trust me?” he pouts.

“yes because you suck at keeping secrets. you’d blurt it out to the 2 other boys.”

“well.” jake huffs. you ruffled his hair.

“come on, let’s watch some reruns of your favourite show.” jake gasps.

“let’s go!” jake drags you to the couch.

the next day, you entered the class. the first thing you ever noticed was how jay was busy flirting with one of the girls in the class. he pushes a strand of hair behind her ears and the girl blushes. you rolled your eyes and placed your bag in your locker (you had your own lockers in the class as it was the kitchen).

“you know the kitchen is for cooking and learning. not for you to nearly jump on each other.” you say to gain both of their attentions. jay turns to you. he notices how you were wearing a hoodie.

“why aren’t you in your attire?” jay asks. you grabbed your uniform from your bag.

“I was going to change.” you noticed the girl was eyeing you up and down in disgust. “why? do you wanna follow me into the bathroom? ah, i get it...you must’ve missed my body. judging by how much you were whimpering last night. who knew you liked to be pegged.” you smirked.

the girl’s jaw drops and so did jay’s.

“anyways, if you’re not going to follow me. i’m going first, take care jongseong~” you left the kitchen with a smile over your lips. you were about to enter the bathroom when a hand reaches out for you and spins you around.

“you.”

“oh come on, park. i know you’re just flirting with her for fun. you were never one to date seriously. you were also never one to take confessions seriously.” you mumbled the last part. jay unfortunately heard it though.

“what? are you still butthurt over me rejecting you?”

“in your dreams, i’m completely over you.” he backs you up against the wall and leans close.

“really?” you stared directly into his eyes, glaring at him. you could not waver, jay knows you well enough.

“yes, now get the fuck away from me.” you pushed him and went into the bathroom to change. you shut the stall door and sat down on the closed toilet lid. you groaned into your hands.

“why did my heart race again. you’re over him already. he isn’t worth your time.” you sighed before putting on your attire. you entered the class and got ready for it.

it was as per usual. the teacher talking about the history and then demonstrating the steps. after the class ends, the teacher calls up you and jay.

“my two favourite students!” mr.kang smiles. “so i know the both of you are capable of doing your very best in the competition, so i wanna challenge both of you.”

“we’ll be up to any challenge you put out, mr.kang.” jay says. you nearly scoffed at the good boy persona he was putting out to suck up to the teacher.

“great. i’d like the both of you to create 2 dishes. 1 of your own and one that the other likes.”

“sir, i don’t really understand what you are saying.” you asked.

“well, at first i thought of getting you two to do a dish together but then i remembered that this competition is only solo. in the end, i decided that you two will be making each other’s favourite dessert! it means you two can bond and get to know each other.”

oh if only the teacher knew you two were friends before. you smiled.

“alright, sir. we will get to it!” you say. mr.kang clasps his hands.

“great! competition is in 5 months time. you will have more than enough time to practice whilst balancing school work. take care, alright?”

“sir, may i bake in school? my apartment unfortunately does not have an oven and i can’t travel to my parent’s home since it’s in australia.”

“of course, (name). however, ingredients is not provided. you can keep your ingredients in the fridge though so it wouldn’t be a hassle to bring them back and forth.”

“duly noted. I’ll bring my own ingredients.” you say. mr.kang smiles.

“good luck you two.” and so the teacher leaves. you were just left with jay in the kitchen.

“both of us were friends, you know my favourite dessert and i know yours so we won’t need to hang out.” you opened your locker and grabbed your bag.

the next month flies by quick, you probably had baked about 5 times in this whole month alone. that’s how important it was for you. you did work in a small cafe which sold sweet treats so you could practice baking too.

“here you go, heeseung.” you hand heeseung a plate of cake that you had made after finishing class. heeseung smiled and thanked you. just as he was about to take a bite, jay shoves his cake in front of him.

“here, try this one instead!” jay says. heeseung looks at the both of you and then to jake and sunghoon.

“hey, umm mind trying these cakes with me? if eat it alone, i might get threatened by these two.”

“enjoy dude, i’ve already been harassed by (name) and jay last week. it’s your turn.” sunghoon yells.

“yeah, i think i need to hit the gym again. i’ve had too many cake for this past month.” jake huffs. you gasped.

“ah, then this is perfect time to announce that i made pie too.” you placed the slice on the table. sunghoon and jake ran over to grab it but heeseung claims it as his by taking a bite out of it.

“please tell me you have more.” jake pleads. you giggled.

“yeah, it’s in the fridge.”

“YES!!” jake runs over to your fridge. you turned to jay and smiled.

“never thought about switching things up huh, park?” jay scoffs.

“you’re just buttering up to them so they can keep trying out your baked goods.”

“exactly, moreover, they love my pies. i recall you loving it too.” you grabbed a small bite sized with a fork and made airplane noises. “does jongseong, want it?”

jay rolls his eyes, “i’ll take my revenge and no, i don’t want your pie.”

“suit yourself~” you were ready to eat it when jay goes for it. he chews and swallows it.

“it’s not crumbly enough, maybe you should’ve rubbed the fat in more.” jay smirks before he goes over to the bathroom.

2nd month, you were about 3 months away from the actual competition. you were once again back in the kitchen at 6pm creating the next idea you had in mind for the baking competition. just as you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed jay and the same girl from that day. she was on the counter and jay stood in between her legs. they were making out. your heart drops. you suddenly felt like crying. why? aren’t you over him? he can do whatever he wants.

you accidentally dropped your bag and they pulled away to inspect what the sound was. jay’s eyes met with yours. it had been so long since he had seen the look of disappointment and hurt in your eyes. the last time being when he laughed in your face after you confessed in high school. you composed yourself and grabbed your bag from the ground before trudging to your locker. a tear slips by accident and you wiped it quickly.

“wow, you’re not a kissing virgin. thought you were, makes me think my brother and the 2 other two aren’t too.” you tried to hide your wavering voice. “by the way, the kitchen is a place for cooking. not for a hook up. please leave if you are going to continue, you have your own apartment for a reason.” with that you left. you went to change into your outfit.

the moment the bathroom stall door was shut, you couldn’t help but bawl your eyes out. you were confused and frustrated with how you were feeling. you told yourself multiple times that you were over jay. you sucked it up and change into your chef attire before washing up your face. you entered the kitchen again, it was empty so jay did actually leave.

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on baking, not on jay. that was your priority.

you went over to preheat the oven, you start measuring up all the dry ingredients before grabbing the butter and cold water from the fridge. you quietly sifted the flour into the bowl and dumped the butter inside, carefully you rubbed the butter and flour together, making it look like breadcrumbs. you placed the bowl into the mixer and poured cold water little by little as the mixer slowly created the dough.

your mind went places. you imagined you and jay working on desserts together. him guiding your hand and helping you. his laughter echoing beside you. he kisses the side of your head. however, that was not reality and you shouldn’t even be dreaming about him like that. you sighed. you grabbed the dough and wrapped in cling wrap, it had to rest in the fridge for a while.

you scrolled through your phone while waiting. you noticed a text from sunghoon and his caller id flashes on the screen, you picked it up.

“what’s up, hoon?” you answered.

“where are you?”

“still in the kitchen.”

“i hear moaning sounds from jay’s house, i almost went inside until jake pointed it out. can we crash at your place?”

“why are you guys always over at my house?”

“because jay lives in front and he is our friend too. we usually go over because jake misses his twin sister dearly.” you giggled.

“yeah, i know he does. I’ll text you my code.”

“alright.” you could tell sunghoon was hesitating to say something.

“do you have something else to say, hoon.”

“do you want me to come over to accompany you?” sunghoon asks.

“then what about jake?”

“heeseung hyung is here too. i can just tell them i’m gonna be your dessert taster.”

“then wouldn’t they wanna come too?”

“jake and heeseung can’t handle any more desserts. It’s too much for them.”

“alright, then come over. you know where the kitchen is right?”

“I followed jake there once but could you guide me through call?”

“of course. in that case, i’ll text jake my code instead. you can make your way over now and i’ll remain on call with you.”

“perfect.”

you could hear chattering on the other side. you sent jake a text message with your code. you guided sunghoon over to where you were.

“woah, this place is cool.”

“yeah, it’s only for culinary students but since classes are over and i have permission to use this place. i can bring you here.” you remembered jay had been bringing the girl over here, you assumed they’ve been hooking up for a decent amount of time.

“look, i came here to talk to you about jay.”

“oh god, what is it-”

“i know you used to like jay and you confessed to him.”

“what? what else do you know?”

“well, when you confessed to him he laughed right in your face and you cried the whole way home.”

“park sunghoon, did you stalk me?”

“nono, i didn’t. I happened to have noticed it while on the way home and well you know we walk the same route to get home since i’m your neighbour after all.”

“this is embarrassing. do the other 2 know?”

“not at all. just me.”

“well, keep it secret then. it’s the past, jay and i will never become as close as before.” you sighed and grabbed the dough. you floured the wooden board and the rolling pin. you unwrapped the dough and rolled it out on the board.

“i also know that you saw jay and that girl making out.”

you stopped rolling the dough out before shaking your head and cutting out the dough to fit the aluminium foil tart. you pressed it on and stabbed the bottom with a fork.

“you have hawk eyes, hoon.” you weakly laughed while cutting out more dough. “you always seem to catch me at the wrong times. the fact that all of them included jay. you know, i even told him that i didn’t know he did all of these things and it makes me think you guys do this too-” you turned to face sunghoon but realise he was inches away from you.

you stepped back, “sorry.”

sunghoon hugs you. it was rare he ever did this, which was why you found it weird. you broke the hug.

“hoon, why are you doing this?”

“(name)...” you tilt your head. “I-”

you could hear a crash behind sunghoon. you noticed it was jay. you rolled your eyes.

“had fun? you must’ve been so stressed with preparation for the baking competition that you got your dick wet.” you continued pressing down the dough onto the mould. jay rolls his eyes.

“jealous? at least i’m getting something. you’re stuck being a virgin for the rest of your life. you’ve never even kissed anyone, pathetic.” you stopped what you were doing and decided that you had enough of jay but sunghoon holds you back.

“don’t (name).” sunghoon says. you just listened to him. after that, you and jay never dared to talk to each other. sunghoon could sense the suffocating tension between the both of you, he only sighs.

3rd month, you were happily giggling whilst typing on your phone. recently, sunghoon had been sending you a bunch of funny and adorable photos of himself. he says it’s to cheer you up so you could enjoy your day. you were yet again about to enter the kitchen when sunghoon pops up in front of you whilst holding something.

“present for the birthday girl~”

“hoon, it’s not my birthday!”

“check your calendar again, dummy.” you looked at the date and realised, he was right. “happy birthday, prettiest girl.” sunghoon pecks your forehead.

“hoon!” you smacked his arm, “we are supposed to keep this a secret. we wouldn’t want anyone to snap a picture of us and post us onto the school’s hot new couple page for jake to see.”

“you’re right…but i kinda don’t mind.” he starts to leave pecks all over your face.

both you and sunghoon somehow became a couple 2 weeks after the incident that happened with jay a month ago. sunghoon obviously knew you liked jay still, he could tell from the lingering gazes you gave jay when jay wasn’t looking. sunghoon wasn’t hurt by this since he knew this in the long run when falling for you. however, since jay was being an ass to you right now. he thought why not have some fun for a while with you before jay comes to realise that he liked you.

“ehem.” you hear someone clear their throat. you knew who it was. you turned around and faced the boy.

“oh sorry, am i in your way? i’ll move your majesty.”

“are you and sunghoon a couple? shall i tell your dear brother?” jay smirks.

“go ahead. i’ve been meaning to tell everyone. I think everyone deserves to know i’m dating the park sunghoon.” jay clenches his fist.

“well unfortunately, there are no outsiders allowed in here.”

“oh really, just yesterday you brought your ‘girlfriend’ here. i don’t see what’s wrong with bringing my boyfriend here.”

“too bad, the rules just applied today. besides, you’re going to get distracted, sim.”

“really? but this distraction is great. he gets to kiss me and help me out.”

“well, pda isn’t allowed here.”

“oh wow, you’re so fucking annoying-” sunghoon pulls you into a kiss. you wrapped your arm around his neck. he peaks to look at jay and notices how jay’s jaw was clenched. his knuckles turning white. jay’s eyes met with sunghoon’s. sunghoon takes the opportunity to slide his hand down to your waist and squeezing it. he closes his eyes to really feel and deepen the kiss.

you pulled back, “hoon.” sunghoon looks down to notice your adorable rosy cheeks.

“let’s go, it’s your birthday. we should enjoy it.” sunghoon holds your hand. he ignores jay’s glare. you nod. “we could even make use of your present tomorrow when i help you out with your baking.” sunghoon says.

“don’t you have an extra-curriculum?”

“yeah but you can swing by my apartment and we could bake there..”

“great idea!!” sunghoon smiles.

“then let’s spend your birthday together.” you happily nodded and dragged sunghoon out of the kitchen. jay watches you and sunghoon leave.

he can’t help but feel jealousy, especially since he likes you but he knew you wouldn’t be so careless and accept him. not when he has hurt you. jay slams his fist onto the counter. he ignored the stinging pain and how his knuckles were going to be bruised. how did jay deduce he liked you? well, that day when you caught him and that girl making out. he felt the need to go over and comfort you, like it was wrong to see you so heartbroken.

it had been like that since the day you confessed to him, guilt always creeped around whenever he thought about that day. he regrets laughing in your face. if he hadn’t done so, he would’ve been dating you right now and it wouldn’t have turned out into a ‘enemies to lovers’ arc. it would’ve been ‘friends to lovers’. well, unfortunately, he has let you slip out of his hands once again and he hates himself for it.

4th month, as competitions was just a month away. you were stressing to do well and with that happening. you interacted less and less with sunghoon. you felt bad, how could you ghost your own boyfriend? as such, you made sunghoon a dessert to apologise but you were met with a random girl in his apartment. she was just wearing a robe, a bathroom robe.

“who are you and what do you want with my sunghoon?” you felt your heart drop.

“your sunghoon?” you scoffed. “really? In that case, enjoy this treat with your boyfriend. just let him know his ex-girlfriend just dropped by.” you smiled at the girl and left.

you dropped a text to sunghoon, “let’s break up. thought we could last but i guess you were just using me. thanks for the memories and don’t ever come by my house ever again.” you blocked his number shortly after.

after that shock, jake was flabbergasted to find out you and sunghoon dated. moreover, he cheated on you. he was mad at the boy and so he never contacted him for at least 2 weeks before he folded and hanged out with him. you were doing so well since the break up. two of the worst things happened to you, you got rejected and you got cheated on.

jake knocks on your bedroom door.

“hey (name).” he pauses, “i know this whole thing is taking a toll on you. it really sucks that sunghoon cheated on you. you know i’d never accept cheaters as friends-”

“enjoy your time with him.” you yelled.

“(name).”

“leave, jake.” jake winces at the tone you used. he could hear you once again crying. jake turns to heeseung.

“i should probably punch sunghoon’s guts for hurting my sister, huh.”

“yes.” heeseung sighs, “two of the closest people to (name) and they both fucked up bad. idiots.”

“you wouldn’t dare hurt my sister would you?” jake looks at heeseung.

“if i hurt your sister, please unfriend me.” heeseung says.

“bro…” jake hugs heeseung.

5th month, you finally finished with your last dessert that you decided to do at the baking competition. you placed the final touches and smiled.

“(name).” it was sunghoon. you sighed and turned to him.

“what are you doing here? thought you were busy with your new girlfriend. she’s really pretty by the way. ah, she must’ve also been really experienced in sex. makes sense why you cheated on me since i have no experience.”

“(name), listen to me.”

“why should i listen to you when i trusted you and you betrayed it, hmm?”

“i’m sorry i broke your trust.”

“look, i was happy for the time we dated. i actually forgot that my feelings for jay might’ve came back. i let you kiss me, make out with me and for what? for you to fuck up the friendship we had?”

“I really thought i had someone who cared for me. clearly, i don’t. you used me. just get out.” you say.

“i’m sorry.”

“leave please.” your voice was already cracking, tears forming. sunghoon leaves and you kneeled onto the ground whilst crying. you tried forgetting about the time you spent with sunghoon but it felt exactly like back then. when you first confessed to jay.

you felt arms wrap around you and you knew that familiar scent. it was jay. you wanted to push him away but you didn’t have the energy to right him off you so you just cried in his arms. jay never said anything, he just rubbed your shoulder and occasionally left pecks on the side of your head. it was funny, your first love comforting you after your first ever boyfriend cheated on you.

D-DAY, finally it was the day of the competition. jay has never talked about what happened in the kitchen. which you were thankful for because it was one of your weakest moments and you just simply didn’t want to talk about it.

“you may begin baking, chefs, you have 2 hours of baking time for 2 dishes. good luck.” the host says. you took a deep breath and started searching for the ingredients you needed.

after you were done, you went to your work station and washed your hands. you preheated the oven and started measuring out the amount you needed. it was a rough battle, everyone was extremely tensed since they wanted to do well. there was enough time to cool the dough down so that’s what you did before starting up on the next dessert.

it was jay’s favourite. a memory comes flooding back.

“here, try this.” you gave jay a spoonful. he hums.

“it’s really good. what is it?”

“just something that i wanted to try.”

“it’s almost as great as the ones in bakery shops.” jay says.

“are you saying my desserts are worst than bakery shops?”

“well..” you smacked him. “i’m kidding!”

“you better be.”

“i can definitely say…this will be my favourite dessert from now on.”

“and why?” you asked curiously.

“because you made them.”

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on making the dessert.

2 hours pass by in a breeze. everyone was extremely worried as they placed their desserts onto the table in front of the judges. they gave time to everyone to walk around while the judges taste tested their desserts. you walked outside and went to the fountain. you felt a presence next to you but you could tell who it was.

“was it hard?” jay asks.

“hmm? what’s hard?”

“knowing that sunghoon cheated on you.”

“what do you think?”

“i knew sunghoon had been cheating on you.” you turned to face jay, “i confronted him about it. he mentioned about how ‘i need to realise something.’ and that he is doing this for me.”

“what do you mean?”

“I have no idea what he means too but if it makes you feel better, i punched him.” your heart leaps. he punched sunghoon for you. you snort.

“why? felt obliged to do so? you didn’t need to, you know. it’s mine and sunghoon’s business.”

“I didn’t feel obliged to do so. sunghoon is an asshole, he cheated on someone. i wouldn’t accept any of the guys if they cheated on a girl.”

“what about you then?”

“i’ve never cheated on anyone and i don’t plan to.”

“then why do you fuck around and hurt a girl’s heart.”

“it’s different.”

“really? because i feel like it’s the same thing. especially when there is a girl out there who likes you and they know you are fucking some other girl.”

“(name) do you-”

“hey hey, sunshine.” your brother hugs you. you spot sunghoon and heeseung. jake pulls away from the hug to pat jay’s back. “ah wait, i forgot to add something.” he places a paper bag over sunghoon’s head.

“There.” jake smiles. sunghoon groans.

“is it really necessary to do this?”

“yes, because you are the fuckwit who hurt my twin sister. she still doesn’t want to see and talk to your cheating ass.”

“okay, fine!” sunghoon folds his arms. “but i tried apologising.”

“she didn’t accept your apology so it doesn’t count!” jake says.

you rolled your eyes, “just take the paper bag off.”

sunghoon sighs in relief, he takes the bag off his head and swooshes his hair back since it was messy.

“what are you guys doing here?” you asked.

“to support you and jay of course.” jake smiles. you nod.

“such a supportive little brother.” you cooed teasingly whilst ruffled his hair.

“by 1 minute (name). one.” jake huffs. you giggled. you heard the host calling out for everyone.

“oh they are announcing winners. let’s go.” heeseung says.

“we are here to announce the winner of the baking competition!”

“it was a really tough decision for the judges as there were two people who were neck and neck.”

jake nudges you, “bet it’s you and jay.”

“won’t be surprised. we are always the top in our class anyways. all that matters is that it’s either me or him who got 1st place.”

“it doesn’t really matter.”

“it does to me, it would look good on my graduate certificate, don’t you think?”

“second place, would like nice on you too. since you got it.” jay smirks. you turned to the screen and realised your name was just below jay. he was first place.

they made you go up on stage to accept the award and certificate. you put on a smile which instantly faded the moment you got off stage. jay was laughing with your brother and the 2 other boys. you shoved the items to jake and pulled jay away from them.

you brought him over to the kitchen, the same place the both of you spent on practicing for the competition.

“what the fuck did you do to the results? did you cheat your way through?” jay scoffs.

“is that how you see me as? come on, sim. just cause i did better than you.”

“better than me? it should be me who is better than you.”

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

“i fucking hate you.” you told him. it was hard to admit it, not when he was your first love. jay rolls his eyes.

“say that again. i dare you.”

“i fucking h-” jay pushes his lips on yours. your eyes widened. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you wanted to push him away but your body didn’t let you.

‘fuck it, it happened already.’ was what you thought. you closed your eyes and kissed jay back. he smiles through the kiss and pulls you closer, his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

you pulled back after another 1 minute or so. you needed some air since jay was literally knocking the air out of you. you looked away from jay and tilts your chin up with his finger.

“look at me, baby.” you melt at his words. “why are you so shy now, what happened to the (name) that always bites back?” you blushed. he chuckles and pecks your nose.

“i like you.” jay admits. your heart swells.

“i like you too.” you shyly say. jay wraps his arms around you.

“i find it weird you’re not biting back and scowling but i missed this (name) a lot. my (name).” you snuggled in jay’s arms.

“then would you rather i start scowling and getting mad at you for kissing me?” you tried pulling away. jay holds you tighter.

“no, don’t leave.” he pecks your forehead. you laughed.

“by the way, sunghoon purposely cheated on you because he knew i liked you.” jay admits. you pulled away from the hug.

“WHAT?”

#mixed up #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #jay #jay imagines #jay imagine #jay angst #jay fluff #jongseong #jongseong imagines #jongseong imagine #jongseong angst #jongseong fluff #park jongseong #park jongseong imagines #park jongseong imagine #park jongseong angst #park jongseong fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen jay imagines

[teecupangel]

Ok hear me out: Desmond as one of Ezio’s bastard children. He gets captured or something by whoever and gets forced to use the apple (since Ezio could open the vault because dna or some shit I wasn’t paying attention and by extension Desmond would also be able to)- which leads to the Apple basically sending Desmond into 2012 where he grows up for a while?

So forget Desmond going to the past- let’s send him into the future and warp his entire perspective of time so he just comes back and has NO idea what year it is and doesn’t believe anybody when they tell him when it actually is

I mean, if you really wish to hammer in the angst, you can make Desmond’s time in the future at the start being hopeful, with people helping him because he looked lost. Getting him on his feet and helping him move forward in this strange new world. Desmond was pushed into the future young enough that he has no problem acclimating with everything that was happening with the stubbornness and curiosity of a child but old enough to remember the Borgias and how Cesare taunted him about his father who didn’t even know he existed and would never think to look for him.

Let’s say Desmond is around… 10 or 11 years old when he’s transported in the future. That would make him be born in 1490, during the time a 31st year old Ezio was looking for any clues that would lead him to the Apple. It is during this time that he shared a night with a woman who looked a lot like Cristina.

Too much like Cristina, some may say, to be a coincidence.

Ezio would say that he had too much to drink back then and he had, as shameful at it was, not remembering the night correctly.

We’ll keep it a mystery if her similarity to Cristina was simply a coincidence or if this was the Calculations at play… with something more. (To muddle the waters, you can have other people say that she didn’t look like Cristina at all, if anything, she looked like Sofia… maaaayybbe)

Anyway, the main point is that Desmond returns to the past (or his actual present) on 1503 when Ezio took the Apple from the Borgias.

And this is where the timey-wimey aspect of this entire thing changes…

So we can have:

Desmond’s time is accelerated and he’s been in the future for the past 10+ years. He was living and found small pockets of happiness in the future that he considered returning to the past as… a punishment.

Desmond’s time in the future advances the same time as the past so, to him, 3ish years have passed as well. This would make Desmond around 13~14 years old roughly.

Regardless, Ezio knows Desmond is his son because Leonardo remembers seeing him and hearing Cesare talk about him (this is also the main reason why Ezio was looking for Desmond the entire time he was in Rome as well).

And here’s the kicker:

Desmond isn’t the name given to him by his mother. Desmond Miles is the name he took when he was taken to the future.

And now we have the subplot of Ezio wondering if his son is meant to be the Desmond that Minerva spoke of in the vault. And if he is… did that mean Ezio had to help Desmond return to the future so he can save the world?

#i don’t know if you were looking for fluff nonny #oh no i dropped a bucket of angst in this ask #(starts mixing the entire thing) #oh dear oh look at that such a shame #desmond and ezio would probably have an awkward father and son relationship #especially considering desmond had been taking care of himself for a long time now #good luck ezio #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

[alectoperdita]

Fanfiction: Between the Dragon and the Deep Blue Sea (5559 words) by Alecto

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Characters: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kaiba Seto Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drowning, Swimming Pools, Beaches, Secret Crush, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

After the nightmares subsided, Jounouchi assumed he was fine. It wasn't his first near-death experience. Summer swim lessons reveal otherwise. It's Kaiba's fault. It's always his fault.

A birthday gift for the lovely @luxielovesparkles! 🎉🎊🎂 Inspired by previous conversations/comments about Jounouchi's almost drowning giving him a new fear of water.

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"You fucking idiot!" Kaiba roared, tearing off his sodden jacket and flinging it on the ground. "If you can't swim, don't get in the fucking pool. Especially when there's no one around. You could've drowned—"

"I know how to swim!"

Kaiba froze. His white-knuckled fists were twisted in his linen shirt, wringing it dry. He stared at Jounouchi.

"So you were trying to kill—"

"No!" Jounouchi grabbed fists of his soaking hair and pulled. The pain was almost clarifying. "I wasn't trying to kill myself, goddammit. I can swim! Or I used to be able to! Before your stupid fucking tournament last year!"

Last summer felt like an eternity ago.

Kaiba fell silent. Tight-lipped, his expression turned somber as he scanned his own memories. Jounouchi spotted the exact moment Kaiba reached a conclusion.

"The incident at the docks," Kaiba said mechanically.

#yugioh #puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #ygo #my fanfiction #this is the aforementioned fic that includes swimmer!Kaiba #a little mix of everything #angst fluff hurt/comfort kissing #some of us wishing for warmer weathers and a cute summer romance #title is a play on the idiom “between the devil and the deep blue sea” #yeah i feel “clever”

[drukkaris-world]

he saw an ANGEL and he was forever changed!

#bridgerton #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #kathony headers #simone ashley #jonathan bailey #bridgerton season 2 #down #tf #bad #fluff mixed with angst and a dash of in love entrapment

[raylasgf]

Summary: rayla puts herself in danger, again, and callum thinks that he’s gonna lose her, again.

(based on the new screencap from season 6)

#little fic i wrote here you go everyone #it’s angst and fluff in a nice mix #i think #i wrote the last 1.1k words in the last hour before posting so excuse any mistakes #rayllum #callum #rayla #tdp #fic: blame it on the fallen sky #ao3 #by me #my fic

[econhomework]

One Day at a Time

Paul's struggling to come to terms with everything life has suddenly dealt him, and just when he thinks he's getting the hang of it, John gets thrown into the mix. John's not exactly slap happy about the situation either.

(The lovely drawing of George and Paul taking a selfie in the bottom right is not mine or @stupidbloodytuesday 's art. It was found on Pinterest and we were unable to determine the original artist. If anyone knows who it is, please let me know so I can tag and credit appropriately!) Chapter 1: Doctor My Back

Chapter 2: Bad News on the Doorstep

Chapter 3: So This is How it Is

Chapter 4: Doctor My Eyes

Chapter 5: Odd New World

Chapter 6: Winston

Chapter 7: Everything But the Bus

Chapter 8: Life's a Piece of Shit, When You Look at It

Chapter 9: Memory Lane

Chapter 10: Back Again

#beatles #beatles fanfiction #mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #modern au #teenage angst and fluff and humor all mixed in #cancer and disability play a key role #hope you enjoy! #moodboard and post style inspired the ever wonderful @javelinbk who is a blessing to this fandom