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nicksolemnlyswears · 7 months

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HAN LUE HEADCANONS PT. 3

pairing: han lue x waitress!reader

word count: 8.7k

warnings: smut

notes: part 3 is finally here! so sorry for the delay. i wanna say thank you for all the love on part 1 and 2 as well as in the requests. this will be the last part of the waitress!reader headcanons for now. i left the ending open to give myself space to come back and add more if i'd like. i've been thinking of doing a mini series of han and that other person that comes up in the end (sorry im trying not to give anything away).

if you guys want me to expand on any part of the headcanons even if it's just a one liner let me know and maybe i can write a small drabble or oneshot on it.

i have my fingers crossed that you like how it turns out. i definitely have a favorite part of this particular part of the headcanons. again, thank you! enjoy!

ps. want to add a little warning that these headcanons might not be the most grammatically correct in terms of punctuation just because i don't go deep editing. it's a choice i make but if you've read my oneshots you know i am better than this lol.

PT.2

-everyone has a side of the bed, you and han are not an exception. from the first moment you slept over at han's the side farthest from the door has been your side.

-on a random day the conversation comes up and you ask han why the side closest to the door is his side. he tells you it's in case an intruder were to break in (which is highly unlikely) you'd have time to escape.

-lowkey all this time you guessed he picked that side because it's right under the ac vent and he gets hot at night. so you call out his bullshit and he admits that's partly the reason, but what he said remains true, it's safer for him to be right by the door. ridiculous because there is no way you are going to run away and leave han to fend for himself.

-talking about apartments and sides of beds. when you moved out of your place you brought along a box or two of knick knacks that couldn't be stored in a warehouse. you placed them strategically around han’s (now both of yours) apartment.

-han admits he likes having a shared space with you. you gave it a different flare with your decorations. or simply, you took away the fact that it was a former bachelor pad.

-he likes coming home to you everyday. whenever you stay with mindy, for one reason or another, it feels lonely. something he'd never felt before. it's like somewhere along the way he got attached to you and now he's constantly seeking you out.

-one thing han detests though is the abundance of pillows on his bed. you don’t even use all of them! before going to bed you throw them by the chair on the corner of the room. he says it's pointless, you say it's decor.

-because you have a semi normal schedule now you have more time to visit han at his garage. you make sure to talk a bit with reiko and han's other friends but most of the time he steals you away from them.

-if the crew at han's garage is not careful they run the risk of finding you and han in compromising positions. you try to prevent han from getting carried away but it's hard when you want him just as much. you've had to apologize to twinkie and sean one too many times. poor boys can't even look you in the eyes after what they've witnessed.

-han is the type of guy to tell you to check something out under the hood of the car despite you warning him you don't know shit about cars. he couldn't care less, it's an excuse to see your ass bent over his car.

-you would be talking to him about how it all looks like a bunch of scrap metal when you feel him pressing up against your backside. you'd look over your shoulder and han would say 'everyone went out to grab a bite. thought i'd have mine right here, baby.'

-you would roll your eyes at him but would push up against him nonetheless. in record time he'd push down your pants and underwear and sink his cock into you. you hang on to whatever part of the car you can as han thrusts repeatedly into you. 'you look so fucking pretty, baby. should’ve gotten you like this sooner.’

-all this time you're moaning and calling out his name. until he suddenly slaps his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. with slow deep thrusts he'd lean down to whisper in your ear 'fuck, baby. they're back, but don't worry i'm almost done. just keep quiet for me.'

-han knows his way around your body so with precise touches to your clit and the angle of his thrusts he makes you cum quickly which prompts his orgasm as well. his near silent grunts are music to your ears.

-by the time sean comes looking for him han is bent besides you on the car pointing at something called a radiator. had he been there 5 seconds earlier he would've found han tucking himself into his jeans and you pulling up your pants.

-with han's help you get the restaurant running in eight months. it was a long eight months filled with work, day and night. the old diner was remodeled in its entirety which included kitchen, storage area, and dining space.

-you lovingly named the restaurant CATCH MY DRIFT. it's cheesy and punny but you love it. you found it necessary to pay homage to han in some way.

-the soft launch is successful thanks to your staff, some of which are the same people you worked with when it was a diner. you and han invited friends and other important people who would help spread the word about your little restaurant.

-mindy was in charge of the restaurants social media. she made it her mission to help you succeed and she did a wonderful job. she took beautiful pictures of both the restaurant and you. the socials began gaining a following pretty quickly thanks to her and her abilities.

-after the first official day of the restaurant being open and all the staff left, you prepared a table with candles and rose petals. there is one last person you had to serve for the night.

-han had been there with you through it all. he's been your support through every sleepless night and anxiety attack due to your fear of failing. he made last minute runs to get anything you might've forgotten and forced you on aimless drives around town to get your mind off things.

-han made your dream a reality. han wove himself seamlessly through all your hopes and dreams and became an integral part of them. now you can't see your life without him by your side.

-han returned to the restaurant under the impression he was going to pick you up. you might not work the night shift as a waitress anymore and you know how to drive now too, but he'll always pick you up and take you home. it gives him time to talk to you before you go through your night routine, head to bed and he heads out to the races or any other errand he has to run.

-when he enters he sees the romantic setting and you waiting for him in a beautiful red dress. you smiled softly at him and took his hand in yours.

"what's all this?" han asks, following you to the table where you pull his chair out for him.

"it's a thank you," you say, walking around the table to find your seat that faces him.

"you didn't have to, baby. you've been working all day," han shakes his head, although there's a grin plastered in his face. he appreciates what you've done.

you've told him countless times how much it means to you everything he's done. the moment he walked into your life he changed it all for the better.

"maybe i didn't, but i wanted to. all of this was possible because of you," you tell him, grabbing his hand that lays on the table, "will you let me start making it up to you?"

-it's come up on your late night conversations how you're guilty of han spending so much money on you. the last thing you want is to make him believe you're with him for the money. so you take each opportunity that presents itself to make it up to him.

"alright. what you got?" han asks.

you uncover the dinner plates to reveal a simple bacon burger with fries. no pickles. han's smile spreads even further touched by the gesture. it's been a long time since he's had one of these.

"i figured you missed your order considering i have been feeding you fancy dishes all these months," you chuckle, remembering all the tastings han had to go through. "i'll always have a stock of burgers and fries just for you. all you have to do is ask."

"have i told you i love you," han says, lacing your fingers together.

you hum quietly, pretending to think and say, "not today." you bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it.

"i love you, baby," han repeats for the first time today but for the thousandth time since he said it first.

-there are times where han runs out of his snacks and doesn't have access to a store immediately. wether it's because he's at the races or driving around the country side or any other reason.

-when this happens he gets really antsy. he'll pick at loose threads, or at the skin around his fingers, he'll drum his fingers against something, or his leg will bounce. it's very noticeable that something is bothering him.

-it happens while on a trip around europe. han planned it as a vacation for the two of you for your second anniversary. he (you) had exhausted all his snacks and you were about an hour away from civilization. an idea suddenly pops into your head, han wants to have his hands and lips busy and you have the perfect thing.

-you take off your seatbelt and lean over the center consol. han doesn't question you until you kiss his cheek down to his neck.

"what're you doing, baby?" he murmurs, his eyes briefly looking at you before they return to the long stretch of pavement.

"making you crave something else," you whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe.

"get in my lap," he immediately responds. han's pretty tall so there's a huge gap between his chest and the steering wheel, leaving his lap free for you to sit on. 'if i fits i sits' style.

-you don't hesitate, since you've adopted han's risky behavior. once in his lap he catches his lips on yours. the focus he has to maintain on the road while kissing you is enough to make him forget his cravings.

-you eventually forget what lead you to this as you get lost in the kiss. it's not often you get to take the upper hand. taking advantage of the situation you slip your tongue inside han's mouth, massaging his tongue with yours.

-when he makes it to a gas station in the middle of nowhere he parks far away from the pump. you whine about having to walk the long distance to the convenience store.

"i need you now, baby," he grunts, grabbing the back of your neck to smash his lips against yours and showing you his true intentions.

"hannie this car is tiny, it'll be so uncomfortable," you whine against his lips.

"it's either the half a millon car or the public bathroom," he breathes, lifting your dress without waiting for your answer.

"i can make it work here," you huff, straddling him. you bump your head on the roof of the car but han quickly pulls you down flush against his covered cock.

"that's what i thought," he groans into your mouth as you grind against him.

-when you finish your risky endeavor you stumble out of the car and speed to the bathroom to clean yourself. han goes inside to grab snacks and pay for gas. he grabs snacks for you as well seeing that was what led him to run out in the first place. you made up for it in your own way though.

-in terms of your family, you haven't talked to them in about four years. once you spoke up about hating your college major and the fact you were gonna switch they presented you with a choice. continue the path your father paved for you or leave.

-you gave it a lot of thought. you finished your semester and everything. but in the end you decided you didn't want it. you hated your classes and was miserable. so you left. and your father told you not to come back unless you got your priorities straight.

-mindy took you in, let you live with her while you found a new place to live and a job. without your parents support you couldn't afford the culinary school you wanted to go to. with what little savings you had you got your apartment and soon found a job in the american themed diner.

-the diner was your saving grace. they let you stay on the overnight shifts. you didn't have a family to go to, you didn't exactly go to school during the day either, so it worked.

-you had other jobs along with the diner but none lasted and then han came along and it all changed for the better.

-you think about your family often. you remember your parents and sisters birthday and the anniversaries. when those days come along you keep yourself occupied.

-one night you and your staff are cleaning after a long shift and the door chimes as someone enters. you ignore it believing it's han that's come to give you company and take you home, but someone clearing their throat makes you look up.

-your mom stands there, she's still the same as the last day you saw her. her clothes are as expensive as ever, her shoes and bag matching perfectly.

"i thought i'd find you here," she speaks smoothly with her head held high as she assesses the restaurant.

"how did you find me?" you ask not giving her the pleasure to have your full attention as you finish wiping down tables.

"there's been buzz going around about a brand new restaurant. one of my friends came and saw you," she goes silent. "she was right, it's a nice place, is this all yours?"

"is there something you want?" you ask her, finally facing her. you didn't feel inclined to go on to explain your mysteriously wealthy boyfriend funded it.

"we need to talk," she tells you plainly as if she hasn't lost the right to speak to you.

"we're talking," you huff, ignoring the true meaning of her words.

"in private," your mom grits, grabbing hold of your arm much like when you were younger and refused to listen.

-to avoid a scene you know she's fully capable of making you guide her to your office. it's simply decorated with a desk and a few chairs scattered around. there's a white board on the wall where you write down your menu ideas and to do lists. there are also sticky notes on it that han has left behind throughout the months. some are sweet and encouraging and some are naughtier with innuendos and inside jokes.

"talk," you say when she stands in the middle of the room taking it all in.

"is that a way to treat your mother?" she scolds you.

"we haven't seen each other in four years and you suddenly come here. just say what you have to say," you angrily exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i never agreed with what your father did," she then reveals.

"and yet you didn't do a single thing about it. either way, he got his perfect daughter" you humorlessly laugh, referring to your sister who did everything your father expected of you. "is that why you're here? to suddenly apologize?"

"i want you to come back home," she responds.

you shake your head, "that's not happening. i have a life and i can't drop it just because you want me to. besides it's not like dad wants me there."

"he does, he's too stubborn to admit it, please come back," your mother pleads, forcefully grabbing your hand in hers.

"why now? i refuse to believe this is coming out of nowhere." you rip your hand from hers and a disappointed expression crosses her face.

"your dad is sick. the doctors don't think he has a lot of time," she gulps, turning her back to you.

you're quiet as you process her words, "i'll think about it. if you'll excuse me i have a restaurant to take care of."

you leave her behind and see her walk out of the restaurant soon after. your mind remains busy there after as you mull over her words.

-days go by of constantly thinking about it. han notices the moment he picks you up that night but wants to give you time to bring it up. except you don't.

-three days later he finds you in his bathroom, deep in your thoughts in his bathtub, the water a bright pink from a bathbomb you must've used.

-he gets in the tub with you. the water is still hot as he sinks in and sits behind you. you must've gotten in not long ago. instantly you relax against him. han wraps his arms around you, tracing figures against your stomach and thighs.

"rough week, baby?" he murmurs in your ear.

"mm yes, the delivery came late, not once but twice. burned my finger, cut my finger, burnt some food, feel like a loser," you list out, rubbing his thighs which are around you.

"it's one bad week, among a sea of other good ones," he reminds you, lacing his hands with yours.

"hope so or i'm retiring at the ripe age of twenty six," you smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his jaw.

"it's okay. i'll be your sugar daddy," he jokes with you. although he definitely would be your sugar daddy if you decide not to work another day in your life.

-theres a glass of wine by the bathtub that han notices. you only drink wine when something is troubling you. with gentle coaxing han convinces you to tell him what's been on your mind.

-it's he who convinces you to go and see your dad at least once. he put into perspective you might regret it in the future. you're not doing it for them, you're doing it for yourself.

-you contact your mom and tell her your decision. she invites you over for dinner. it'll be just the four of you. you didn't want to bring han in case all hell broke loose.

-as you get ready han helps you with the clasp of your high heels. you prop your foot in his knee, your dress riding up, revealing your black lacy underwear. he takes the opportunity to caress your leg from your thigh down to your ankle. he'd buckle the strap of the heels he gifted you that make your ass look great and then he'd kiss your knee.

-han would repeat the process on your other leg too. only that after you straighten up he'd pull you down to his lap to kiss you and try to convince you to a quicky. just this once you don't give in. you don't want to cast a bad impression by being late to see your family for the first time in four years.

-nervously you knock on the door. your mom answers and she welcomes you in. it's oddly strange to be back in this house, you feel out of place. you peep the wall where your parents measured you and your sister when you were growing up. the dent on the wall you caused using your bike inside. your childhood is present still.

-your mom failed to mention she didn't tell anyone you were coming as your sister is quick to stand "what is she doing here?"

"i invited her," your mom tell her.

your dad is quiet as you take a seat where you always sat when you lived there. there's an unbearable silence until he speaks, "can i ask why the sudden appearance?"

"mom told me about your situation," you tell him with a frown.

"what situation?" he prompts, looking at your mother.

"that your sick...although you look pretty healthy to me," you softly say, redirecting your gaze towards your mother.

"i lied yes, but i thought this was the only way to get you here," she shakily admits, secretly hoping you don't up and leave.

"mom, oh god," you sigh in relief. your shoulder no longer holding the weight of your father possibly dying.

"do you realize how fucked up that is?" your sister adds.

"it got her here!" your mom yells, making everyone go quiet.

-the rest of dinner goes by as normal as it can. your parent ask you about your new life and everything you've been doing. it was agonizing. you answer most of their question albeit reluctantly.

-the question you've been dreading comes up. 'are you dating anybody?' you tell them you're in a two year and a half relationship.

-you avoid saying he's the one that funded the restaurant. you owe everything to han but if you tell them it was him who put in the money they will probably discredit you and your abilities.

-your dad calls you over to his office to talk after dinner, your sister glares at you, she's upset you chose to leave, cause it means you turned your back to the whole family. she believes you're selfish because you 'forced' the family business onto her.

-you emptily apologize for coming home when he told you not. surprisingly he asks you about your new priorities and although they don't necessarily align with what he had in mind for you, he accepts them and asks you to be around more.

-more importantly he apologizes for what he did. he had a health scare recently and realize he wanted you by his side (it’s where your mom got the idea). after talking to him you leave. going back to talking to your family will be hard because for the longest time you suppressed it.

-han waits for you back home, your true home. he's watching tv, an old japanese movie from the 90s. you tell him all about your family dinner and how your mom lied but he was right. you would've regretted not going.

-feeling good about your night you give in to han's advances. throughout the night he couldn't shake off the sight of you in your pretty dress and heels. he doesn't ruin the illusion as he only takes off your panties. the dress and heels stay on as he fucks you, your legs pressed to your chest as he wants to be as deep and close to you as possible.

-while your parents want you back in their life you don't instantly go back, choosing to show them you got back on your feet without them. you have a new life.

-but once your moms birthday rolls around you don't feel the need to busy yourself, instead you pick up the phone and give her a call wishing her a 'happy birthday'.

-han eventually meets your family. your mom is instantly charmed by him so much so that by the end she has him calling her by her first name. he certainly made a great impression with the flowers and expensive earrings he picked out for her.

-your dad takes longer to come around but by the end of the night han has him wrapped around his pinky finger as well. your dad likes that he's a 'business man'. if only he knew how shady han really is.

-in just in a few hours they were able to see how much you and han care for each other. it's in the way han searches for you in the busy room. he looks out for you constantly in a non-possessive way. or the way you constantly reach out for him to hold his hand or wrap his arm around you.

-han is not one for big and elaborate love gestures. he believes in showing his love and appreciation everyday with smaller gestures. like restocking your skin care products when you're running low or leaving hand warmers on your coat pockets in the cold winters or buying take out of whatever food you're craving.

-he listens to you when you rant about your interests like the new season of Game of Thrones or about a new compilation that came out of your favorite artist. he'd make an effort to learn about it just so he can have an input in your conversation. han loves the way your eyes light up whenever he voices out an opinion, especially when it goes against yours.

-'friendly' debates are your thing as a couple. it's coincidental that in some minor things your opinions are different. like if the dress is 'black and blue' or 'gold and white'. you swear its black and blue but han insists it's not.

-the same goes for you, because you see all the effort han makes for you, you try and learn about cars and drifting and learn the names of whatever technique is popular. you learn about his favorite foods and favorite movies (which are mostly american and from the 90s) and tag along for the occasional race.

-han's favorite way of showing you his love is with colorful post-it notes. you'd often find them in your office in the restaurant, in the mirror you use to get ready for the day, the fridge door, on your kitchen counter along with your favorite chocolate bar. you'd even find them on the depths of your purse.

-funny thing is you've never caught him sticking them anywhere. so it's always a fun surprise.

'don't worry about lunch today. i'll stop by the restaurant with your favorite! -h'

'i love you, baby -h'

'roses are red, violets are blue, i love you, let’s go screw -h'

'cutie pie ;) -h'

'stop stealing my peanut crackers :( -h'

'you're both my favorite chef and my favorite meal -h'

-after two and a half years of dating han you finally get the opportunity to meet the toretto crew. they would be staying in japan for about a month in a mansion they rented out in the mountains.

-han is beyond excited that his friends are visiting. he constantly talks about them and has all these plans for when they arrive.

-you're nervous to say the least. this is his chosen family and he's been through so much with them. gisele was part of that family too and you feel the pressure of being compared to her once you meet them.

-you convince han to go meet up with then first and you'd join them later that night. you didn't want him to wait so long for you to finish work. besides in your mind it's better if he catches up with them before you get there. you wanted him to enjoy being with his friends without worrying about you.

-when the day finally comes you say goodbye to a sleepy han, go prep the restaurant, work your butt off for the day and once you clos the restaurant you go to mindy's house to get ready.

-you visit her to distract yourself and to have someone call you ridiculous for being afraid of meeting han's friends. it also helps as she distracts you with talk of her newish relationship.

-as you scramble through your toiletry bag looking for a hair tie, you push away your deodorant, tampons, dry shampoo. but you come back to the tampons realizing it's been over six weeks since your last cycle...

"mindy!"

"i know what i said was out of bounds but he called me a dramatic bitch!" mindy exclaims from her spot on the bed where she scrolls through instagram.

"tampons!" you yell, pulling them out of your bag.

"what about them?" she asks, looking at you over her phone.

"i haven’t used them.”

"you want me to give you a prize or something?" she mumbles, shooting you a strange look.

"no, mindy, no. i haven't gotten my period!' you begin pacing around the room with the box of tampons in your grasp.

mindy jumps from the bed and begins panicking as well, “oh, we'e going through this. we're having the pregnancy scare, how exciting! every pair of best friends have to go through this."

-mindy runs to the pharmacy on her block to get you a pregnancy test while you chug down two water bottles. she gets you one of each test they had. you had to pee but your nerves made it difficult. mindy forced you to chug down a soda too cause if you don’t pee wilingly you'll do it forcefully.

-through all this mess han calls you. he's been expecting you for the past hour. everyone is excited to meet you. he's spoken so much about you and your name has slipped past his lips a few times during the day. they can tell he's more than obsessed with you.

"hey baby, are you on your way?"

you’re dressed but your makeup is barely done. considering the stress you’re currently going through you definitely have to put on some makeup.

mindy motions to you to respond as she holds your phone on you hands because you were washing your hands free of pee.

"h-hey hannie, two more minutes and ill be on my way. mindy is going to take me," you scrunch your eyes at the stutter. you never stutter!

"okay, let me know when you're nearly here," he says unsure.

"mhm, bye," you say, motioning for mindy to hang up.

"girl that wasn't smooth. he knows something is up," she flat out tells you.

"you're not helping," you grumble.

-while the three minutes tick away mindy forces you to sit and have a chat. she asks if you’ve talked to han about a future together. marriage and kids and the whole deal. she asks what you want to do if the result comes back positive. she’s cool being the fun cool aunt but if you don’t want to go through with it she’ll be your confidant and drive you to the clinic.

-once your phone alarm goes off you walk into the bathroom alone. with a racing heart you turn on the phone to record yourself because be damned you don't have this reaction to show han later. baby or not.

-one test after another you turn them around with shaky hands and they all say the same thing, p o s i t i v e

-you sob not out of sadness but overwhelmed. this is so messy. you just got the restaurant running, you're not married and you are expecting a baby. the only thing that seems right is that it's the love of your life's baby.

-you step out the bathroom ten long minutes after. with one look mindy knows all she has to know. she helps you finish getting ready, puts drops in your eyes to reduce the redness and drives you over to han. on the way out you give yourself a look in the mirror but you look just the same. you're only a couple of weeks along it would be crazy to see a difference so soon but you already know everything is different.

-mindy drops you off after hyping you up all the way to your destination.

"thanks for bringing her," han says, helping you out the suv.

"anytime, she might have her license but there’s no way i’m letting her drive." she jokes at your expense.

"i’m not that bad a driver. you just don’t let me practice," you defend yourself.

-han grabs your hand and your bag and walks you to the front door, you can hear music and chatter from his friends. but he stops before going on.

-he asks if you’re okay. and you tell him you’re nervous, a half lie. han nods in understanding. ‘they’ll love you, baby.’

-he kisses your lips lightly before opening the door because he hasn’t seen you all day and he missed you. but of course roman pierce has to interrupt. he opens the door, interrupting their moment, ‘aye! she's here han is hogging her.’

-roman insists he knows japanese and tries greeting you using the language. you respond fully in japanese just to fuck with him, even adding the bow in your greeting. he bows back and just stares back with an empty smile. he did not understand a word you just said.

-han pushes past him and leads you to where everyone is gathered. he introduces you to everyone and you say 'hi, it's nice to finally meet all you. i've heard so much!'

roman stands besides han with a scowl and whispers. ‘man you could’ve told me she speaks english.’

-you are received with open arms as han introduces you to everyone that came along. dominic, letty, mia, brian, tej, roman, ramsey and all of their kids. it’s nice to be able to place faces to the names you’ve heard for the last two years.

-with you now present they ask all about how you and han met, eager to view your perspective. you respond as much as you can, laughing at the quirky remarks the others throw. they tease han like never before and he deserves it because he went MIA for three years.

-it's enough to make you forget momentarily about the pregnancy tests in your overnight bag. until letty offers you a beer, you pause but react quick enough where no one notices your hesitation. you'll just have to sneak your way around this one.

-han is a lot more reserved around the toretto crew than when he's around sean or twinkie. there's no big in-your-face make out sessions or random gropes of your ass. he respects the crew to much to subject them to that.

-doesn't mean he's not constantly attached to you. throughout the night han has his arm around your shoulders or his hand pressed on the small of your back. it helps a lot ease your nerves when facing the room of friendly strangers.

-eventually the subject of your restaurant comes up. you barely get the name out when ramsey squeals in excitement. turns out she's a big foodie with an instagram account and on her to-do list for japan is visiting your restaurant. she didn't know you were the same person until now. 'you're all welcome whenever you'd like. i'm there most of the week,' you tell the bunch.

-as the hours go by the crew starts turning in for the night. han pulls you up from the couch you were sitting on and guides you to a room.

"what did you think?" han asks as you both change into your pajamas.

"you were right they are all very welcoming. even if i have only known them for a few hours i see you guys have a very familial relationship."

you sit on the edge of the bed with your head hanging. the weight of your secret is crushing you down, your stomach has been swirling since you and han retreated to the bedroom.

han stands in front of you, tilting your head up to look at him. his eyes are soft as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. "what's wrong, baby?"

"'you love me, right?" your eyes fill with tears. suddenly feeling an unreasonable fear in the pit of your stomach. han has shown you more than enough times how much he loves you.

"more than anyone i have ever loved," he assures you. han is concerned. you've never been overly emotional and nothing has happened that he's aware off.

you hug him by the waist, burying your head on his stomach. he hugs you back, holding your head and running a hand up and down your back.

you pull back from his embrace, wiping your tears and some snot and manage to hiccup your news, 'hannie, i-i'm pregnant.'

han freezes momentarily. he thinks he heard you incorrectly but he couldn't have. your words were clear. leaning down in front of you so he's level with your- still not showing-belly he gasps, "we're having a baby?"

-one nod of yours causes a tsunami of questions. when did you find out? how? are you happy? how far along? boy or girl?

-han is over the moon. he is taken aback by just how happy he feels. he wants this but he thought it wouldn't happen for another year or two. the baby is more than welcome though.

-just earlier today he had been thinking about having kids with you as he watched the o'conner and toretto children run around.

-with both of your emotions running high han pulls you close and kisses you like never before. he takes you to bed and fucks you hard and deep and slow. him on top of you, never ceasing his attack on your lips. whenever he does it’s to tell you he loves you and how happy you’ve made him. it's like he wants to get you pregnant all over again.

-'wait, is that why you were switching our beers earlier?' han asks when you’re laying in bed, your head on his chest. you laugh at his question, having forgotten your attempts at not drinking alcohol.

-at around 4 am you and han sneak to the kitchen where you make a snack. you were starving and so was han. he sits you on the kitchen counter as you eat. he stands between your thighs speaking softly about future plans with your baby now included in them.

-'it's 4 am, don't you two sleep?' its tej who came downstairs for water. he shakes his head in disapproval at the two of you going back to his bedroom once he got his water.

-letty is the one to bring up the happiness that oozes out of you and han the following days, 'you two look awfully happy.'

"got some good news the other day," han softly drawls, "you want to tell them?"

you're sitting on his lap with his hand wrapped around your waist as you nod, "we're expecting a little lue."

-the crew is nearly as happy as the two of you. they congratulate the both of you. the girls whipping you away from han to ask all the questions and give you any advice you might need. the guys tease han about not wasting any time with you.

-han is surprised yet not because you two go at it like rabbits. he's surprised he didn't get you knocked up before then. your birth control must've given up.

-han is happy, he is content, he is satisfied. you're pregnant and having his baby. the crew visiting tokyo only amplified his joy. not even roman's teasing put a dent on him.

-as he's talking to dom, brian and tej a question comes up. is han going to ask you to marry him? his response is simple. no. or at least not yet. he doesn't want to ask you to marry him just because he knocked you up. when he asks he wants you to be sure that it's because he wants it too. and he does want it right now, he adores you. the baby only put his plans to propose on pause. he knows you're the one for him, he's known for a while and he's in no rush.

-his life has consisted about running and races and winning. but with you it's different. he feels like he can slow down and take things at his own leisure pace. make things right and give you everything you deserve.

-you've never called han daddy. it's not your kink and you don't think it's his either considering he hasn't asked you to call him that. now that you're expecting you have teasingly been calling him that. he finds it endearing to say the least.

he passes you something across the table? 'thanks daddy'

'can daddy do the dishes?'

'mommy has a craving for rocky road ice cream, do you think daddy will be good and get some for me baby?' you ask looking down at your belly.

-pregnancy is not kind to you at first. in the first trimester, everything you eat ends up flushed down the toilet. you're miserable. han sympathizes with you and helps you out as much as he can. holds your hair back, rubs your back, prepares your toothbrush, etc.

-because of all the puking you barely show at first until suddenly you popped and the nausea stopped in the second trimester. that's when you started noticing the pregnancy glow and felt cute enough to highlight your bump with your clothes.

-han is obsessed with it. each night when he goes to sleep he puts a hand on your bump and talks to the baby. whether you're asleep or not. he'll rub his hand on your stomach soothing any pain or nausea you might feel.

-han goes with you to each and every doctors appointment. he doesn't dare miss one. he loves when the doctor sets up the ultrasound and the baby starts shaping up and taking form as the weeks go by.

-han keeps a picture of an ultrasound in his car. along with one of you two. it's everything he loves all in one place.

-han is the first to feel the baby kick surprisingly. it's one of those nights he returned home from the races. he settled in bed and touched your growing belly. it's slick from all the oils and lotions you apply to try and prevent stretch marks. then he feels it a small 'thud' he thinks he imagines it, until it happens again.

"baby, wake up," he softly calls you, rousing you from sleep.

"what's wrong, hannie?" you mutter with your eyes still closed.

"the baby is kicking," he whispers, grabbing your hand and placing it where he felt the kick. his hand over yours.

"no, it's no- oh my god, it is," you shiver finding the sensation a bit strange at first. you spend the next hour just waiting to feel the baby kick again.

-when you tell your parents you're pregnant they become the most doting grandparents ever. they start buying everything and anything they can get their hands on. it's their first grandchild and most of their friends already have grandchildren. they want to be the best. plus, they feel like they owe it to you for what they did.

-although han's apartment is bigger than yours you don't believe it's big enough for a baby. you spend months apartment hunting until you find the perfect place. a three bedroom, two bathroom penthouse.

-you insisted it was too much space but han reassured you it's not. because he wants more children and he doesn't want to move again when you have another baby. your words were:

'give me a break hannie, i haven't even pushed the first out. let's see how it goes."

-with pregnancy a woman goes through many changes. besides your bump han's favorite is still your tits which have grown larger. he notices that change instantly, but with each gain there is a loss. the piercings had to go. you also tease han that now he'll have to share.

-not surprisingly pregnancy does a number on you and you get hornier than ever. it's like constantly ovulating and having to be pounded. which doesn't make sense cause you're already pregnant.

-it's not something han finds himself complaining about. it's fun to explore the changes your body is going through and how the sensations shift. like how your nipples get very sensitive in your pregnancy and how han takes advantage of that.

-you go on a journey of finding your self-love once more. the changes your body go through are out of your control, they are necessary to sustain the life inside of you and yet some made you insecure.

-the love you felt for your bump at first then made you insecure as it grew larger and stretch marks decorated it. you're not used to the sight. sure you've always had some faded ones on your thighs or your boobs but you've had them for so long you got used to them. these were long and red and they made you cry.

-for about a week you felt so insecure and looked for ways around being intimate with han because if you hate them surely he will too.

"lets get this off, baby," han says, pulling up your silky night dress up your thighs.

"no, no, let's keep it on," you laugh it off, holding hans hands with yours.

"alright, what's going on?" he asks, leaving his hands on your thighs and squeezing them lovingly.

"what do you mean?" you feign innocence.

"baby, don't think i haven't noticed you've been covering up and acting strange."

you avoid his gaze but he cups your cheek and returns it back to his. "i'm scared you won't like the way i look now," you mutter.

"are you joking? i've never liked the way you looked more than i do now," he speaks without any hesitation.

"really?" you peer up at him through your lashes.

"oh yeah. i think this is the sexiest you've ever looked. you're carrying my baby, how can i not like the body that's helping it grow and keeping it safe? And you know i love how much more responsive and sensitive you've gotten."

"oh god, you've made me even hornier," you say, pulling him down to kiss him.

"and you're glowing and look so cute waddling around the house," he teases, breaking the kiss.

"i do not waddle!" yes. you, in fact, do.

-han is always asking for the baby to kick, those lazy morning spent in bed, he'll have a hand on your belly talking to the it.

"come on kid, kick for daddy"

"let them be, it's not your bladder they're kicking"

he softly apologizes, knowing that as the day gets nearer the more trips to the bathroom you make.

-han dotes on you every second of every day, he barely leaves your side. you need something to drink or eat? he'll get it. your feet hurt? hell massage them. get cravings? he'll make a trip to the convenience store.

-as a couple you decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise. which just led to the two of you to place bets on what's it gonna be. han swears you're hanging low (whatever that means) so you'll be having a boy and because of your morning sickness you think it's a girl.

-realistically both you and han are fine with either one. which is why you'll be trying for another one when the time comes. if it turns out the same gender you'll try for a third, but that's all! if all three turn out the same, tough luck!

-you go into a small crisis thinking you'll never be able to wear your short dresses and skirts. you're going to be a mom surely you'll have to dress like one? han assures you you can wear whatever you want because he knows you'll be a good mom, which is all that matters. plus, he likes seeing you wear that type of clothes.

-han invests in another car. one he never though of having. a toyota sienna le. it's a minivan. always one for cars, han details it, adds leather seat covers, a few cool features and an overly complicated car seat.

-as your due date nears you spend more and more time in bed with han, having sex obviously. you had read somewhere it was good for contractions and when you go into labor. plus, you just had these boosts of energy and it was the only way to get you to sleep.

-han eventually stops working for takashi. more people are at risk now if he continues. takashi lets him go without much trouble. han did help him expand his business a lot quicker had he done it by himself.

-when the time comes to give birth, han races to the hospital in his new minivan. finds it stressful cause the thing can't go as fast as his precious mazda. but he makes it to the hospital in record time.

-your doctor is waiting for you, they have a room prepared for you. han stays by your side through it all even as you curse him out through your pain. your labor is long and painful being a first time mom and all.

-at some point you start crying that you can't do it and han is there to wipe your tears away and tell you you can. it's holding his hand that you push and push. he doesn't whine or complain once, ignoring the insults you throw at him and the pain in his hand.

-then it happens, a cry resonates through the room and your hand stops squeezing his. the nurse places your baby on your chest. it has a full head of dark hair already.

"it's a girl," the nurse coo's.

-han didn't think he'd be able to love someone as much as he loves you. he's proven wrong as he softly touches his baby girls head. she's slimey and a little ugly (being a newborn and all) but this emotion swells his chest and tears well up in his eyes.

-you softly call out his name and he looks at you and just says, 'i love you.’

-to make up for your pain han gets you a push gift. it's a pretty golden necklace. it has a thin chain and a pendant with a little gem, behind the pendant the initial of your baby girls name is engraved. it has enough space to add when your family expands eventually.

-fatherhood suits him. he's patient and soft spoken and baby girl adores him. han is a night owl so he has no problem getting up at night to feed his baby girl or change her diaper.

-it takes time to adapt and start feeling like yourself again but han makes it easy for you. he loves you no matter what and does everything possible to make the transition a smoother one. you gave him everything he wanted and more.

-you left the restaurant in good hands while you rode out the last month of your pregnancy and the first two postpartum. returning to work felt good. you love baby girl but getting out the house without puke on your shoulder was necessary.

-han stays with her during the morning embracing being a stay at home dad. granted he slips out now and then to the races or to hang out at the garage. in fact, when baby girl is older he sets up an area just for her.

-sean and twinkie make fun of him and his minivan. to which han threatens to kick them out the garage they don't even have to pay for.

-when your baby girl is almost 1 year old, he pops the question. it was date night, your parents were taking care of the baby. he picked you up in his orange mazda that just so happened matched your nails. you were back to wearing your usual dresses and sparkly heels. although you were rebuilding the confidence you had two years ago.

he took you to dinner and then dessert and then you walked through a park. it's cherry blossom season you had to make the most of it. that's when he does it. under the rain of sakura flowers he asked his question.

"will you marry me, baby?" han asks, down in one knee.

"i thought you would never ask," you cry out, extending your hand so he can slip the ring on your finger.

"that's not an answer," he teases, before he slides the ring on your finger.

"yes! it's a yes!"

finally he puts the ring on your finger and it's just like you'd imagine it to be.

-you have your ceremony not even a year after. the toretto crew comes back to japan. even hans family (that you've only met like twice in four years) attends. your family and friends are invited as well. mindy is your maid of honor and your baby girl the ring bearer.

-it's on your honeymoon, that is really more like a family vacation because baby girl is with you, that you tell han a little secret.

'We're having another baby!'

a/n:

if you’d like to scream at me or cry with me about the headcanons feel free to send me a message through the asks! i didn't think before making this blog a sideblog so i can't answer comments from this account but from my main.

lol in case you didn't catch that i'd like to make a mini series of sorts of han with his baby girl. i've got ideas floating around so if it's something you'd be interested in let me know!

also been thinking of making a brian o'connor one shot or something cause those baby blues are irresistible.

bye!

#fanfiction #han lue #fast and furious fanfiction #han lue fanfiction #han lue imagines #han seoul oh #han lue x reader #han lue smut #han lue headcanons

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missdaytonawrites · 9 months

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want you back • a. anderson

summary - you agree to a lowkey, fuck-buddy type of arrangement with your ex after you split. until abby just can't seem to keep it exactly "lowkey" anymore.

WC - 2.4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI (as always.) explicit content/smut below the cut, cheating, talk of breakups, abby's a dick for just a little bit, talk of drinking, possible ellie slander?!?! light violence, mentions of injury/blood, some hurt/comfort kinda, heavy petting, teasing, ?? strap worship ?? vaginal fingering (r! receiving) use of "little girl" as nickname, talk of strap-ons/strap on usage, serious teasing, spit play, grotesque descriptions of abby's strap, little bit of rough/meanie abby, squirting, overstim, orgasm control, mating press oooo ✨, possesive abs, im sure there is way more wowie.

AN - hooooly cow. hi there, hello wow. first and foremost; this filth was 120% inspired by @shelbita111's request and is 130% for my babe!!! she sent such an amazing idea and i defintely ran with it lol, i hope you love this! sorry i got a lil' carried away!

"i'll take the fall and the fault in us. i'll give you all the love i never gave before i left you."

four months, roughly one-hundred and twenty-one fucking days. you had just finally started to feel clean, your system had been undoubtedly flushed of abigail fucking anderson. you had been sooo, so strong. your friends had implored you for stickin’ to your guns and letting her go.

..or so they thought.

all 121 days of those four months you had been unapologetically fucking abby behind everyones back, and it was good. good for you, abby could fuck and you happily accepted everything she gave you.

for abby? this was torture, pure torment being enflicted upon her at your disposal. in a way, she only had herself to blame. four months prior to whatever you could call your current arrangement, you had caught a very drunk abby with her hands (and mouth) all over some name-less broad at her birthday party. instead of causing a scene that night, you quietly left and sent abby a text making her aware of your new relationship status.

she let you be for a couple days or so, letting you be the one to decide if it was really over or not. when she hadn’t heard from you by then, guilt crept right up on her, took a couple swings… and won. so she took it upon herself to show up unannounced at your place with some vodka and blue gatorade. she was gonna end this problem the way she started it.

but when the door opened and you saw her.. you thought she was insane and gave her a 6 minute speech before you even let her over the threshold.

once she was in.. after a slightly pointless conversation and lots of apologies from her, you proposed to keep it on the down-low. you would agree to keep seeing her but no feelings attached, and on your own terms.

much to her dismay, abby agreed.

which meant when rare situations like this happened, she had to keep her lips fuckin’ sealed. it was not something she could describe as “easy.” in her eyes, you two never broke-up. you’re still hers, but she knows it isn't the truth.

so here she had to sit, fourth months of hooking-up and suppressed feeling later, while you danced all over some thin, auburn-haired girl. you both looked sweaty, and when the girls hands found your hips to shift you so you were facing her? abby almost lunged at the pair of you.

someone could bump into you two and your lips would meet, abby could feel the liquor she had been drinking start to swirl in her stomach. taking a large swallow and stepping forward, she didn't even notice her hands coming between you and the girl until she was the one facing you.

she eyed you and panted angrily, and if you didn't know your abby you maybe would have been scared. the girl you had been dancing with grabbed and tried to push abby away and you couldn't stop her before abby had pushed the girl to the ground.

abby raised her fist to throw a punch and she almost did.. but your hand reached to wrap around her bicep and she turned to face you, when your eyes met hers all she could do was scoop you up and out of the commotion. even if she had been at fault once again.

she hurried the two of you back to her place, and she swore she could feel the anger radiating off of you. when the two of you arrived, abby started pacing and trying to think of what she could say.. she didn't have long to think however before your lips were on hers.

abby kissed you back with fervor, she was scared it would be the last one. she couldn’t understand why you were kissing her. you pulled away from the kiss in attempts at talking with her but you noticed two long, bloody streaks on her arm. the brunette must have scratched her amidst the chaos.

you gasped and abby looked down, noticing the injury herself. “shit.” she said and turned away from you, almost walking away to handle it herself before you stop her. “abby. don’t play tough now and just let me help you..?” she turned back to you and followed you into the kitchen.

you made her sit at the dining room table while you fetched the first aid kit, returning with sympathy in your eyes.

as you clean her up, you offer her an explanation. “i shouldn’t have been so touchy with her ab, m’sorry you got hurt.” you finish dressing her wounds and she looks at you. it’s almost as if she's begging, “can we not do this anymore? please?”

you try to question her but you just simply can’t before she’s the one kissing you this time. tangling her hands in your hair and leaning into you. you can’t recall a time she’s ever kissed you like this, her hands fall from your hair to slide down into the back pockets of your denim skirt and she rolls her hips into yours. she’s impossibly close and she doesn’t make any effort to distance herself.

your hands go from loosely hanging around her neck to tapping, then banging on her chest as you try to get her off. she pulls away only to grumble out “i want you-” then you interject and stumble back slightly, hands never leaving her chest. “you have me, abs…” and then she’s moving closer, she finishes her thought and closes the distance between you two. “-back. i want you back.” then she's just as close as before and her lips are all over you again.

but it's so much more than a kiss this time, its teeth-clashing, lip biting, hands everywhere as she stumbles you both towards her bedroom. you feel as though this is getting far too good for you to interject anymore, so you just lazily follow abby until the back of your knees hit her mattress and you fall back onto it. abby immediately follows suit and climbs on top of you, rolling her hips into yours once again and this time you can feel that she's wearing her harness and strap. something she rarely does in public, it now becomes obvious that abby had some previous plans in mind for you before things took an unexpected turn. you gasp against her lips and your hands travel down to squeeze her through her sweats. she chuckles and removes your hands, then stands up and backs away from you.

abby snaps at you and her eyes gaze down at the floor and then back up into yours, she lets out a low growl. salivating as you drop to your knees in front of her, and then bury your face into her crotch. kissing her clothed strap. you look up at her and push some drool past your lips to fall to your tits, sticking your tongue out as it dribbles down.

abby sucks a sharp breath in and pulls her sweats and boxers down in one swift motion, letting her strap come out to bob up into your face. it’s crystal clear and painfully large, the same one she’s always used on you. roughly eight inches with a thick vein running the underside, the tip is prominent and bulbous. abby loved watching you pull off of her with a pop when she let you gag all over her.

your tongue instinctively swipes out to lick a long stripe up her cock but she doesn't let you get too far, because she’s pulling you up by your hair in no time. getting you to your feet, abby tugs at your tank top to snag and lift it off your body and she almost cums all over her harness right then and there at the sight of your tits. she pushes you back to the bed once again where you lay as she shimmies out of her bottoms and saunters over to you, eyeing you like prey.

she gets to you and tries, she really does give an honest try and nicely pulling your skirt down.. but to no avail, you’re far too squirmy and abby thinks out loud when she says “fuck it, i’m not being soft tonight.” before ripping your little skirt in two. you gasp at the sudden feeling of exposure and it's here when she can now see that you must’ve opted out of panties tonight. abby quite literally froths at the mouth when she sees your bare core, spread and ready for her.

“s’better than a goddamned playboy..” she sighs and her fingers find your little swollen clit with a quickness. your mouth falls open in a lost moan and abby does the same thing, at the same time. she’s got this false aura of sympathy about her, shes fucking mocking you. you’re far too gone by now to even care, you honestly expect it out of her.

her middle and ring finger move down from your clit and into a “V” shape, separating your lips and then she pushes the same two fingers inside your weepy little hole. going knuckle deep and then pulling them out halfway, twisting them ever so slightly to the right, and then doing it all over again. she continues on like this for a moment before she gives you two steady pumps in and out, then pushes knuckle deep in you once again. she holds her fingers there and her lips come to yours again, barely ghosting your mouth, abby says in a hushed whisper “tell me you’re mine.”

you look at her the best you can, and bite your lip. “i, i’m yours..” you whisper. that makes her give you a little peck, with her fingers still buried inside you, not having moved a single centimeter, she raises her voice a little, “say it again, louder.”

you squeak and try to ration with her. “abby, please, mo-” she kisses you again as if to shut you up and repeats herself. “i said louder, little girl.”

you gulp and at least think that you raise your pitch when you say “yours! im you-” but apparently you must not have because there she is again, almost yelling, cutting you off to say “louder.” once again. so you practically scream this time when you give her a whiny “yooours, im so yours abby.” panting once you finish, abby slowly curls her fingers and you can feel the tears about to roll over.

“louder.” you hear from somewhere in the room, and so you do, you fucking need this. 100% screaming this time, “fuck! yours! i am yours abs!! you and only you get to have me like this, hnnng, abby puh-lease!” abby pulls her fingers out and shoves them in your mouth to quiet your whines. laughing when you choke around her thick digits, you cough as she pulls them out and wipes them off on your cheek. like you’re her little towel.

abby then lets her fingers drop back down to circle your clit, kissing you hard again and trying her best to not have it turn into a makeout. so she pulls away just for a half of a second and looks down while she catches her breath, she almost forgot her harness had been patiently hanging from her hips. so while abby's fingers are still toying with your clit, she presses her nose into your neck, takes a deep inhale and says “need to fuck you, right now little girl.”

there it was again, the nickname abby had affectionately titled you with when you two had first met. “little girrrl..” you hear and you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel her begin to press into you, she quite literally impales you on her strap. giving you slow, deep strokes as she works herself all the way in. “snug little thing, huh?” she mutters as she bottoms out, but you can’t be bothered to react or respond. you are all-encompassed by the pleasure that was swallowing you whole.

you gulp because, holy shit, she’s just started to fuck you and you’re already teetering on that edge. this has never happened to you before, so you muster all the courage you have, and in hopes that she’ll maybe be nice.. you let a little “m’gonna cum already.” and of course she hears. however, whatever god you may have been praying to in that moment must’ve heard whatever prayer you said in your head because all abby does is bring your legs up and together, then pushes you into a mating press. groaning a low “oh, no you’re not…” out with her movements.

she keeps fucking you, harder actually, your ankles are up by your ears and she keeps you there. grinding her strap into you, chasing after her own release. you raise your hands to claw and squeeze at her hips, trying to stop her.

“no, really ab- huuuhhh..” you garble out while her pace never once falters, “abby fuck…” you hiss and this knot ties and unties in the lowest pits of your belly unlike ever before. its feels like your going to pee and your legs spasm like you’re seizing. “really, what?” she snarls, and then snickers at you, “what is it, little girl?” you wince and she spits down onto your face, letting the glob of saliva roll off your nose a little before bringing one of her hands to your face to rub her spit all around it. you’re sure it's quite the sight to behold.

there you lay, sweaty and now covered in abby’s spit. limbs weak and legs falling asleep under abby’s grip, you try only once more to warn her of what's to come before it’s just happening. “abby please, please abs.. i’m cum- gonna, i’m going to- hhaaaa…” then your orgasm is jumping out of you like a little fountain. completely soaking the lower half of abby’s top, a bit of your stomach and the sheets beneath you two. abby gasps as she watches it all happen, her gasp turns into a full blown laugh and as she fucks you even harder she says, “this pussy’s too fuckin’ good to me.”

shaking her head at you, you ride out your high as best as you can before you begin to fade out of consciousness, you look up at abby with hearts in your vision and manage to get a “so pretty abby..” said before you're completely out.

when you come to, abby’s lying next to you while she catches her breath. harness still wrapped around her hips, she looks over at you and winks. “remember what you said about being mine, little girl. you don’t just let me fuck you like that and expect me to keep it casual anymore, do ya’?”

hope everyone likes this!! still working on that surprise i've been droppin' hints about, maybe i'll start talking about it more, idk. all i know is i'm going to a paramore concert this sat. and i've been working on this for DAYSSS and i couldn't sleep tonight if i didn't get this the fuck done!!!! so! yaaay! snaps for novaaa!

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cvntrlseecvntrlvee · 2 months

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home is where the heart is

↠ pairing: wonwoo x reader ↠ genres: fluff ↠ word count: 900~ ↠ a/n: thinking abt bestfriend!wonwoo today 🥺 also ty to @hannieween who always reads all the little drabbles i type into her inbox, that’s how we ended up with this. she also helped write part of it, the an at the bottom will explicitly say which bits!! hope you guys like it uwu

bestfriend!wonwoo who keeps you company after your break up with your shitty ex boyfriend.

bestfriend!wonwoo who lets you lean on his shoulder while you guys watch the latest episode of bake off and you’re ugly crying with a tub of ur favourite ice cream.

how he tries to distract you the next day by inviting you to play mario party because some of the boys are over and he doesn't want you to wallow in your room by yourself.

the way, after the boys leave, he takes you into his arms while on the couch and letting you snuggle into the warmth of his chest as you sniffle a little. wonwoo smells like fresh laundry and he rubs a comforting hand up and down your back.

to you, wonwoo was home.

this is basically yours and wonwoo’s dynamic haha.

and he would never admit it out loud, but he honestly loves it. he loves as you ramble mindlessly, asking him pointless questions about nothing and everything at all. he remains quiet, but every now and then he’ll say is that so? setting you off on another tangent.

you laugh at your own jokes, which makes him laugh as well. it's the kind of laugh that makes his nose scrunch and makes him push the rim of his glasses up a bit.

and when ur away for the weekend, visiting ur parents, and wonu is home alone, the silence is deafening, and he misses you.

he misses you during breakfast, how you'd grumble about having to go to work and rant about the woes of capitalism and the five day work week.

he misses you when he's rewatching the previous episode of bake off on the cold couch alone, and how you'd be telling him about the history of shortbread and something about an alliance between scotland and france.

he misses you when he's out walking the dog after dinner and how you'd be talking his ear off about every little thing that happened to you that day, in chronological order.

wonwoo's life is quiet and greyscale when you're not there and he misses the colour of your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice.

one night, he finally convinces you to go out to the movies with him. you've been feeling better lately, and you can't remember the last time you cried about your ex.

he buys you the biggest tub of popcorn, making sure the worker slathers it with extra extra butter (even though he knows its gonna give him a tummy ache later). and he watches you fondly as you try to choose between the buncha crunch or mike and ikes (his two favourites) before settling on both.

he also gets you a cola slushie, but your hands get cold from holding the cup, making you clasp them together between your thighs when you finally go to sit down, and he wishes, god how he wishes, he could just grab your hands to warm them up a bit.

you guys decide to see the latest action movie, a genre which you love, but sometimes you can't handle the blood and gore that comes with it. so when the bad guy's about to get sliced to hell, wonwoo quickly throws his hand up to cover your eyes.

you grab his hands to move it away because im a big girl, wonu, i can handle a little blood (except your pants are on fire and you absolutely cannot) but he knows this and does not budge.

and when the scene is finally over and he moves his hand away from your face, you're still holding on to it, not letting go

wonwoo sends you a look but you've got ur eyes glued to the movie, as if holding his hand is a normal occurance (it's not) and you're not freaking out like wonwoo currently is (you are, in fact, freaking the fuck out).

wonwoo settles back in his seat, loving the way your hands feel around his and laces his fingers with yours. you keep his hand in your lap, squeezing everytime sometimes stressful or surprising happens on screen and wonwoo rubs back and forth on the back of your hand when you do.

when the movies over, you still don't let go of his hand, and neither does he. not when you’re picking up ur bag to sling over your shoulder, not when he's picking up the empty food boxes to throw away, and not when you're walking home together in the cool of the night, as you rehash the movie ending, swinging your hands between you when you get a little too excited with your theories

you're both still unwilling to let go of each other's hands when you make it back to your shared apartment, as wonwoo keys in the door code, and it isn't until you're in the hallway, in front of your two bedroom doors, that you realise neither of you want to ever let go.

so you don't.

you let wonwoo hold onto you tightly while you tell him you had a lot of fun tonight and he replies saying he always has fun when he's with you. and you get on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, both of your cheeks warming up.

and it isn't until then that wonwoo let's go of your hand, choosing to instead grab your face with both of his and leaning down to kiss you sweetly

wonwoo tastes like a mix of movie theater butter, fruity candy and salted chocolate.

and best of all, wonwoo tastes like home.

a/n: this is my first time writing something in this sort of format! let me know what you think!! also the first part aboutt he rambling and the bit aboutt he cola slushie are courtesy of v, she's really fab and you all should go read her writing 👀👀👀

here are some lil extra bits that i didn't put into the drabble but i still think are cute to think abt hehe

gif 1 by @jeonsupershy // this wonu when he finally gets the girl he's loved all his life

gif 2 by @meowonhao-main // this wonu when you shyly nod yes to wonu asking you out to a real dinner date

this wonu (yes, im obsessed w this photo leave me alone) when you climb into his lap to snuggle after a really shitty day at work

this wonu when you whine that his kisses are too sweet and you want him to kiss you like a man

this wonu when he's about to ask you to marry him and legally be stuck w his loser gamer ass for the rest of ur life

u when u say yes because he's YOUR loser gamer ass and u love him so SO much 🥺🥺🥺

#seventeen fic #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #writing #mine #title: home is where the heart is #author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee #band: svt #member: wonwoo

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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Ive been reading a lot of yan!scara fics but i was thinking.. how would scara be with a yandere s/o???

Boss! Scaramouche X yandere Assistant/Bodyguard reader PART 2?

OoF. that made my brain stop while i was just 'struggling' writing something anon. U CURED MY WRITERS BLOCK.

where we last left off in the "boss scara series" you confessed to him and made the first move. the both of you began to truly cling onto eachother. but what if y/n finally shows their obsessive behavior..

Scara ranting to childe :((

CAPI'S NOTE: IM TRAUMATIZED. PART 1 GOT A COMMUNITY LABEL :/ now I have to be a little nice in the smut parts. Any advice on how to avoid it is appreciated :)

AM I FREAKING OUT FOR NO REASON? GN😭❌ ITS 12:13AM

BOSS! SCARA. PART1

Part3!

AMAZING ART

Scara masterlist

WORDS 1.2K

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

Sparring:

i feel like reader would start acting a bit creepy, Like for example Scara would usually just have you wait outside the building for him to come back from changing his attire back into his suit after you two 'spar' but reader insisted to wait for him 'outside the changing room' Scara thought you we're trying to act like a tease as usual and say things around 'hmm? You wanna see more my pet?' or even down right have you suck him off in his personal changing room. When it comes to sparring your always giving him such praise for his strength, its not everyday or..at all. where someone can surpass you of all people. but you just couldnt EVER wrap your head around him~ "Your so strong master~ I never expect anyless from you" You'd both usually spar for around 5+ rounds but scara started to feel..Different about it.

Fighting/Missions:

"Tsk. Another boring ass day coming to aclose.." He'd say while turning off his favorite song, bohemian rhapsody. He adjusts his tie while opening the door to see you with a big smile on your face. With his already needed paperwork you got from his 'bestie' childe. "The fuck is all this?" "Its your paperwork for the week master~ I already filled it all out for you and childe helped me-" He snatched it away from you." "Alright shit..You dont have to act like such a fucking nerd y/n."

The both of you walked through narukami island, through the outskirts to inazuma city while a bunch of nobushi tried to ambush you. With one swift draw of your weapon you murdered them all in one blow. Scara barely shifted his eyes away from his paper. Only to see your bloodthirsty smile as the nobushi rogue samurai began to cough up blood. He was use to seeing and experiencing reactions like this due to him always being around childe when they train within the abyss. But you. Something was off about you lately.

Scara would purposely drag you into the abyss when its usually just him and childe. He whispered to childe, pointed at a group of abyss creatures and said that they 'are after him' and the both of them would watch as you rabidly charged at his 'enemys' like a dog. Blood splatters all over your suit as you laughed at their pathetic attempts to try and get a free hit at you.

Childe

"Hey comrad! How are ya' today?" The ginger said while sitting next to you in the hallway waiting room. "IM great childe! Me and kuni went out to eat today and it was so much fun. Have you seen the way he fights childe? The way he pulls out his katana..." You daydreamed and ranted off about scaramouche to childe. The both of you shared the same bloodthirsty perspective, Weather over your s/o or just in general. But little did you know he put on a happy face infront of you. Scara asked him to 'spy' on you and ask about what the two of you did today and hear your reaction.

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"Childe something is up with y/n. I dont know why the fuck they keep acting like that."

"Like what? Dont you usually have the same type of attitude scara.. Dont you Like that?"

"Ugh. I knew talking to you was going to be pointless. Childe, I dont know who is more of a fucking burden. You or Y/N."

Then they suddenly heard you knocking on the door. "Kuni!! Are you in their kuni!"

"the fuck-" Scara said under his breath. He halfly opened the door as childe kept quiet.

"Mmm~ master there you are.. I was hoping you could help me with my sparing tonight." You began to open the door farther and push at his tie. "No. im fucking busy." He removed your hand. "Kuni..But your always busy. And didnt i already help you finish your work today?" He sighed at your perseverance. "Y/n. One day im gonna fucking fire you if you keep pissing me off. And the fuck has been up with you lately?" "N-Nothings wrong kuni! I-im sorry. I just wanted to spend more time with you.." That was all you needed to hear to severely apologize for bothering him and went 'home'

"Well shit. Comrad ill leave this up too you :D -" the ginger patted the short mans shoulder and walked towards the door.

"where the fuck are you going?"

"Im going home-"

He looked at childe with a dead expression.

"Hey listen. If this is really a problem to you, Just get rid of y/n. Your stronger then them right? Problem solved."

"Im not going to fucking kill them."

Y'all do it 🤪

scara would obviously feel some sort of way about your sudden change in behavior But be entertained at this 'game' he'd play with you. You came off so sweet and well put together. you would apologize and blush at the littlest of things but now you we're addicted to him. You murdered with no hesitation, Every thought you had was about him. You'd send nude pictures of yourself, Even videos to him while he was at meetings of you fingering yourself. But it was nothing he couldnt handle. He knew how to always put you in your place, He already surpassed you in everyway. He was stronger then you and certainly had you wrapped around his finger. He threatened to fire you hundreds of times just to see how fucking scared and how'd much you beg but never did fire you unlike everyone else, Yet every single time your heart would skip a beat at the word. Leaving kuni was something you never wanted to happen. Ever. Kuni concluded that he'd have fun with you for as long as he wanted. He knew dam well you weren't going anywhere unless he chose.

his phone rang.

"What?" Scara answered in annoyance.

"K~kuni i~" He was greeted to the sound of you moaning "im- F-fuck~ Im s' sorry for earlier. Can i be your good pet and make it up for you daddy? Im waiting for you at home"

Scara went to his penthouse and when he opened the door to his room, while taking off his tie. You we're putting on a show for him, face down ass up with 2 of your fingers going back and forth inside your wet hole. "Kuni~ your home....P-please~ I want you inside of me~" "Oh yeah? Is my little slut that desperate f' me?" He took no time taking off his belt and shoving his pants aside to stuff his cock inside of you.

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche headcanons #yandere reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #scaramouche #genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines

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no-see-um-incorrect · 9 months

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Ok soooo im having a really fucked day mentally…….. so here’s how my favorite ASMR boys would help you during your mentally fucked days

Seth🏕️

He’s been there. He knows how it is.

He’ll pick you up throw you over his shoulder, grab the softest blanket in the house and a whole box of your favorite cookies/comfort snack. He puts on your favorite playlist/movie/TV show

Put you on his lap with the blanket over you and hold you close. gently kissing your neck and shoulders. He doesn’t say much. he doesn’t have to say much. he’ll listen, he’ll nod. But rarely will any words be spoken unless prompted

Charlie🍕🐭

He knows you. You guys literally grew up together, trying to hide it from him is pointless.

He’ll walk up to you and give you a big hug. (as big as the skinny bitch can muster) and he won’t let you go until you are willing to sit down and talk about it.

“it’s OK Casper”

“let it out……I’ll be here when you’re ready”

“Your not a burden babe… you’re never a burden”

After you’re done talking, you lay in bed together and cuddle until you both asleep

Milo🐾

We already know how good Milo is at this kind of thing.

Provided that you’re not already in panic zone. Milo can always tell when his sweetheart is not doing well. he goes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

(provided that you have the same reaction as me that would make you cry right then and there.)

He listens, he holds you close, he makes it better.

You’d think he was taking lessons From caelum for how quickly he makes “the knots” go away. Sure some knots will always be there and he knows that. But he will try his hardest to make you feel safe and loved.

If I do caelum I just might cry While typing this

Sam❤️

(What is it with broken southern men) Sam. much like Seth also knows what it’s like.

“I got ya darlin’….you’re safe here”

Sam holds you close to his chest. And just lets you vent while he softly rubs your back. He’ll use his flannel sleeve to wipe off any stray tears.

You can ask if you’re being too much. You can tell him you didn’t want to be a burden.

But he won’t have any of it.

“darlin do you think it’s a burden when I share my sorrows with you?”

“No.” (If you say yes. f@ck you)

“then why do you think I’d be burdened with hearing yours?”

Once the vent session is done, and your tears are dried. He’ll give you all the kisses, and whisper all the sweet nothings. And get you back to feeling like you’re on top of the world.

Auron📚

(Didn’t think I was gonna bring him out did ya)

We know that he’s not the softest guy in the world, but when he is it’s good.

He realizes that you’re not acting your normal self and will request a meeting with you (whilst also clearing the next two hours of his schedule)

He sits on the couch in his office (he’s loaded He has one) you sit down next to him, and he pats his lap.

“come here. rest your eyes rook” you lay your head in his lap, and he runs his fingers through your hair. He won’t push you to talk. He’ll just wait until you’re ready. but if he feels that you’re not telling him because you don’t want to bother him. He’ll reassure you.

“we may be on work hours, but I want you to know i’m still here….. you can interrupt me at any time of the day or night if you need anything”

The rest is up to you.

Guy🍕

It doesn’t matter if you are the best at hiding it. if literally nothing in your demeanor changes, if you’re just the same as you always are,

he knows

“Honeyyyyy~ what’s wrong”

Hide your emotions all you want you’re gonna end up talking about it. he’ll kiss all over you, Whispering little praises, make extremely lewd comments. you know guy being guy just a lotmore than usual. and somehow even he’s confused about this. It makes you feel better.

Sorry if this sucks, my hands were shaking the entire time and I still don’t have my glasses fixed. Love y’all, and I wish you well

#redacted asmr #writing #incorrect quotes #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted milo greer #redacted sam collins #for the dark days #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice seth

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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Can I request a senku x reader where he overhears the reader, his crush that he thinks wouldn't be interested in him,talking about her feelings for him (her fluffy cute feelings and also her thirst)

Senku x Fem. Crush Reader

This one was a nice, simple one, so thanks!

Note (For anyone): I will finish your request, I promise. So please don't spam me with rq's because I don't answer quick enough for you, thanks :)

Want more from me? Then you're gonna ten billion percent like my Masterlist 2, so check it out!

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🧪Eavesdropping🧪(Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Pre-stone world, cursing bestie lol, totally imagine another name for the best if you want

You vent to your bestie at the end of your afterschool club...but you didn't know Senku had planned to pick you up to walk together.

✨✨✨✨

So Senku did pick you up from your club, but usually, he stayed busy longer than you did, so you ended up heading to the science club and helping him out to leave. You were both club presidents and best friends, so you often walked together after closing up and cleaning.

But today was one of those rare days, the club members left the room spic and span--not a paper to be seen--and he was caught up with the experiment he'd been working on.

He figured he'd help you finish up cleaning and leave.

But just as he reached for the knob, he heard your friend's voice. He rolled his eyes, well, your other best friend. But he was the best of your best friends. You knew him longer.

"So what's the deal with you and Ishigami?"

You nervously laughed, "W-what do you mean...we're best friends, you know that--"

"I don't believe that for one minute. Do you mean to tell me you don't like him at all?"

"Obviously I like him, or else we wouldn't be friends," you cleaned a plastic paint tray from the tall stack you had beside you.

"You know damn well that's not the like I meant," she stacked up the dry canvases, carrying them to lean against a wall.

"Well, I..."

"Bitch, spill it already."

"Fine," you whined, "I might have a little itty bitty crush...that's been there for years..."

"Knew it. Why haven't you told 'im?"

"Did you just ask that, Imani? He's Senku. He thinks romance is illogical. He hates the idea of it. If I came up to him and said, 'Hey, Senku. I find you highly attractive, can we go on a date or something?' he'd totally turn me down."

She smirked over at you, "What do you like about him?"

"Well, his intelligence--that's a given. He'd definitely be the person I'd choose to be stranded on an island with."

Imani wiggled her brows, "Stranded on an island, alone?"

You squeaked at the implication, water droplets splashing on your shirt, "Don't go there!"

"What else do you like about him?" she grunted as she lifted more canvases.

"Well...how much he cares, even though he plays it off. You can feel like the most worthless being in the world and he'll somehow find a purpose for you. Always considerate of his friends. And he's absolutely adorable when he rants or nerds out about the things he likes," you couldn't help but smile as flashes of memory came to mind.

It was taking him a second to process this...he wasn't imagining you were talking about him as a man instead of just a friend, right?

Imani snorted, "You're down bad."

"I--It's not that bad."

"Mhm."

You moved on to washing the paintbrushes, "Besides. It's kind of pointless anyway if it isn't reciprocated, right?"

Imani sighed, turning to you, "The feelings won't go away overnight. Besides, it's not like you're some unhealthily obsessed person who'll kill anyone who talks to him or anything. It's simply feelings you have."

"Yeah..."

She smiled at you again, "What else do you like about him?"

"I like when we do experiments together--Not those types of experiments, clear that gutter right now! I meant science experiments with chemicals and stuff. I only know some of the basics since I grew up around him, but overall, I don't know shit. But...he teaches me, anyway. Even when he has to dumb things down for me, he still has patience and makes it enjoyable for me."

"That makes you really happy, huh?"

You fail to hide a grin, "More than I'd admit. It makes me even happier when he does artsy stuff with me--it's not often--but I appreciate it when he does. I know painting and crafts aren't really his thing."

Senku couldn't help the small smile that twitched onto his face.

He only did that because it's something you liked to do. It gave him an excuse to spend time with you in another way.

"It's a compromise."

"But lately...t-things have been a little different."

Imani raised curious brows, "Different?"

"Yeah...um...the other day Senku had this experiment he was doing outside. I happened to be coming though but I didn't realize how dangerous it was and he moved me out of the way."

He remembers that--instinct kicked in.

Imani pointed to your hands, "[Name] you've already cleaned that brush."

"Oh!"

She smirked at the expression you had on your face, "What happened?"

"Well, it was supposed to explode. So he grabbed me and rolled us out of the way in the grass--we were so close..." you fiddled with a paint-riddled brush.

She gasped, "Did y'all kiss?"

"W-what? No! No! He just covered my body but we managed to get far enough to just feel the burn from it.--He used a hand to protect me from the sidewalk under my head."

"Ishigami pulled some action-movie-type shit."

"Yeah..."

"What? What is it?"

"I guess...I started to look at him more--ah, a little differently since then," you bit your lip.

"Oh?~"

"I--I started to pay more attention. To his walk, his voice--I notice I look at his forearms and hands a lot, too."

"His hands?"

You swallow, "Mhm...I wish he wore rings sometimes, he'd pull them off..."

"Girl!" Imani laughed in glee, "Thirsty as hell!"

You shyly picked at the counter, "Yeah...a little."

"You don't uh...think about him at uh...interesting times, do you?"

Your body heated up, "No, no! That'd be weird! It'd be weird to do that without him knowing! I mean, I know it's a hormonal thing, but..."

Senku's face reddened at the thought of his hormones getting to him once...he would not think about that, never again.

"You should at least let him know at some point. It's gotta be tiring to keep it from him."

"It can be--It makes things a little awkward for me."

He had to end this, he pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

He heard your phone chime.

"It's Senku."

"Speak of the devil."

"Says something about needing to talk to me for a sec, I'll go meet him at the science club room. You can leave the rest to me, Imani, there isn't a lot left."

"Exactly, so I'll finish up. Go talk to him."

You giggle, "Alright, you're a real one. I owe you!"

As soon as you close the door, you're caged between two arms.

And when your eyes meet his, your breath quickens at the proximity.

"S-Senku?"

"I like you, too."

"I--Huh?"

You're sorta too busy being drunk on his cologne to process what he just said. For a scientist, he doesn't smell as sciencey as you'd expect, he smells really good.

"I like you, too, dumbass."

"Mhm...me, too."

"[Name]. Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah...you like me, too--Wait. Wait, what?"

Now you were sober again.

His eyes didn't leave yours, flickering between each, "For a while, now. Since middle school."

"But you don't do feelings--"

"--I can with you."

You groaned, covering your face, "You heard me, didn't you? How much did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Noooo. That's so embarrassing," you whined into his chest.

You could feel his chest jump and could hear his laugh vibrate into your hands.

"You like my hands, huh?"

"Shut up!"

He sighed, "I guess it's fair that I expose something, too...I...like your hands, too. I like the art they create...and your lips, I like those also."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I stare at them a lot when you talk, distracting."

You pulled away from his chest to look into his eyes.

"Distracting?"

He stiffened, "I hadn't meant to say that."

You leaned your face a little closer, "Could I possibly distract you, now?"

#ishigami senku #senku ishigami #dr stone senku #senku #anime #dr. stone #dr. stone x reader #senku x reader #senku x fem.reader #senku ishigami x reader

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gorgugplushie · 3 months

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BAD KIDS GAMING HCS

Nobody asked but i cant stop thinking abt it so

Fabian - canonically doesn't know what mobile games are, much less actual videogames. He sort of sees them as pointless (why do quests and adventures in a videogame when he could just do them in real life?) Of course the bad kids pull him into their gaming sessions, though he spends most of them asking what the controls are again and raising an eyebrow at their shenanigans. Ragh sits him down and makes him play some sport based video games which he does enjoy, he can get really into it if you give him time (he yells so so loud) he also gets into ddr style games bc he likes beating the other bdkds at them. Videogames are a good excuse to hang but he'd rather go out and play football irl.

Kristen - coming from a heavily sheltered and what i assume monitored family, kristen probablyyy isnt all that into videogames. At most i think she'd have some mobile games like idk candy crush on her phone, like fabian she'd get confused and spend her in game time running around and just watching the others play, she goes along w the others shenanigans v easily tho and loves doing silly bits while playing.

Riz - Riz is the type to play window games on their families shared computer for hours on end. Stuff like sudoku, pinballs, or solitaire. He'd love those games like the nancy drew mystery ones, or those games where you find items like I Spy. The only downside is he gets unhealthily fixated and will spend 3 days getting to lvl 100+ on Tetris if you let him, obsessed w 100% games and making funny number go up. Surprisingly good at rhythm games.

Adaine - into open world games, like fallout or outerwilds. Will spend days writing and churning out backstory and lore for her in game character. Veryyy picky and wants every decision to be true to their newest ocs backstory, will spend a solid hour on the character creation screen. She also loves more violent shooting games, although playing online with strangers gives her anxiety and she cannn get gamer rage, she'll get fixated on getting stuff like headshots and Winning and Being a good teammate that she'll start shaking and have to step away from playing for a bit. Single player fighting games w blood where she can turn her brain off and just fight are more cathartic for her. I feel like she ends up doing insane shit in them like saw and hack off limbs and go full dark story mode route and then regret it so so much and lie awake at night not sleeping bc of it and delete the save file. Its her dark secret shell take to the grave.

Fig - plays a large range of games, mainly more colorful and silly goofy ones she can play with the badkids. Shes sort of a little nuisance in games tho, she will troll and grief a lil bc she finds it funny. In singleplayer games she does love being a huge stinker and do silly stuff like pickpocket and get caught or accidentally set a bomb off in the middle of a cutscene or glitch her character to a-pose, she does a bunch of shit and laughs and doesn't take it seriously at all. Like adaine she also gets gamer rage. she gets them both banded from online for a month bc they team up to cast a spell on someone thru the screen. LOVESS shit like guitar hero and skater games sooo much, also into those wwe type games. Cant stomach horror at all but will make the rest of the kids sit down and play horror games w her so they can laugh and scream together.

Gorgug - he tends to like more older games, say in the style of star fox/loz and stuff. His parents gave him and older gaming system when he was younger n he still has it around and collects games for it, its seeing a lot more use than it originally did bc now he has friends to play with. The type of guy to still carry their ds around. I feel like hed also modify and rom hack stuff for his friends. He likes going to the arcade in person and playing there than sitting in front of a computer.

Ayda - yes im including her shes a gamer girl in my heart. I feel like she loves life sims/complex puzzle games, stuff like slime rancher, portal, animal crossing. She has 1000+ hours into a single sims save file. She spends hours and hours building and working on the most elaborate farming system for whatever new sim shes getting invested in. She especially loves organizing in games, she gets a bit antsy playing more survival based games with the bad kids because they leave their systems so unorganized (shes def the type to redo the entire base from top to bottom in dont starve while the rest die off screen). neat and orderly decoration is soo fun for her and the bad kids try not to step on her turf too much. refuses to play multiplayer if it's with anyone else but the badkids, but if anyone would start a gaming channel its her. will do obscenely gay cutesy stuff w fig n game. They build their own little base and junk and pretend to hosts weddings n stuff. Shes also very into speed running and breaking games with glitches to figure out how they work.

#fh #fantasy high #gorgug txt.

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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if you're still doing prompts - a sebchal or piarles fix it for yesterday maybe? i love ur writing btw! thank you :)

hi anon! i've seen this early morning today (idk your timezone) but i wasn't in the mood for anything, so thank you for waiting! i think i have something you may like :) im posting this just after i typed it, so excuse the possible mistakes.

He doesn't want to send the message. His finger is hovering over the screen, reading and re-reading the words over and over, but he doesn't want to send it. He also wants to send it more than anything in the world.

He's so tired. So, so tired.

The phone lights up and new message comes in. He can't even pretend to ignore it, because the chat is open and he'd seen it, and the two colored checkmarks are taunting him.

I'm on my way. Hope you're not asleep.

He sighs, and the sigh carries the weight of every supressed emotion he's been feeling for the whole day. The whole season, comes the traitorous thought. He pushes it away, typing fast.

Door's unlocked. I'll be in bed.

He takes off his clothes and gets into bed. The English cold is a constant, but he thinks most of the cold he feels is coming from the inside. His heart feels numb, and his brain is slow. He can't think on it, he just can't, so he doesn't. He stares at the nightstand, illuminated by the outside lights, his fingers moving unconsciously by the pillow.

The door opens softly, brightening the room. He closes his eyes, because it hurts. Everything hurts.

He can her the sounds of clothes being take off, and a soft "Oof" when something makes contact with the leg of the bed. Then there's movement, and strong arms wrap around his middle. He shudders, because his hands are cold. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Hello, love."

He burrows back into the embrace, his eyes stinging behind his closed eyelids. He opens his mouth to answer, but his breath stutters, and he barely manages to inhale.

"It's alright. I'm here. It's alright, Charles."

He tries to calm himself down, but it's pointless. It's the first time today he's felt safe, the first moment that he feels like he doesn't have to play his designated role. His whole body shakes as he lets go.

Fingers twine in his, and soft kisses are pressed into his neck and hair. He feels grounded by it, and lets himself feel the exhaustion without worrying that he will be perceived as weak or ungrateful. It takes him some time to stop crying, and then he just feels selfish.

"I'm sorry," he says, raising up the hand to kiss the fingers tethering him to the world. "How was your birthday?"

Seb doesn't say anything for a moment, only holds him tighter.

"It was good. I'll tell you all about it sometime."

Charles wants to say Tell me now, but he can't make himself do it. He is too raw, and Sebastian is so good to him, because there is no expectation in his words, no bitterness, not a hint of passive agression. Only a statement of fact. When you feel up to it, I will tell you.

"I love you," Charles whispers, because he doesn't know what else to say. Because there isn't anything else he can say, nothing else that's truer in this world.

"I know," Seb says, kissing his head. "I love you, too."

They lie in silence, and it's not opressive, nor is it anxious. It just is, and Charles wishes he wasn't as exhausted. He wishes for many things, but he's long ago accepted the fact that dreams are insubstantial, and they crumble, and they hurt most when you wake up from them.

The only thing substantial are the arms holding him right now.

"Do you think I'm wasting it?"

The words tear out of him, and he bites his lip too late. Seb's hand in his tightens for an instant. Charles doesn't want to know what Seb will say. Charles needs to know what he's going to say. Charles is so, so tired.

"I can't tell you that," Seb says carefully. "Nobody knows that except you."

Charles nods, but Seb isn't done yet.

"What I do know, however, is that what I wrote on your helmet is the absolute truth. I know that you burn bright, the brightest, and that is something that nothing can change."

Charles' eyes sting.

"You're one of the best drivers they've ever had," Seb says, and his voice is focused. "And if they don't see it, well. Fuck them."

The intensity of the proclamation startles Charles, and he lets out a giggle. Seb pulls at him, and Charles goes with the movement, turning around.

Sebastian's eyes sparkle in the darkness. He looks tired, but he's as beautiful to Charles as ever. There's a grin on his face, offset by the softness still visible in his eyes.

"No, listen. Say it with me," he says, and Charles giggles again. "Fuck them. Say it," Seb says, and pushes a bit on Charles' ribs, tickling him. "Fuck them. But say it with feeling."

Charles looks at him, looks into the eyes of the only man who knows exactly what Charles is feeling in that moment. He thinks about his own role in Seb's career, but before he can fall into a guilt-spiral, Seb pushes at his ribs again and he gasps and laughs.

"Stop," he says, but he's laughing.

"Not until you say it," Seb says, then tickles Charles again, like the bastard he is. Charles squirms, and Seb kisses his nose quickly. "Say it, or I won't stop until you pee yourself."

Charles knows Seb isn't bluffing, because he is a bastard at his core. It's one of the reasons Charles loves him so much.

"Fuck them," he says, and the first time it doesn't feel real. "Fuck them," he repets, and this time laughter falls from Seb's face.

"Fuck them," Charles says for the third time, and the words resonate with all the rage and pain and hurt that tears at his heart.

"Fuck them," he finally whispers. Seb's face mellows, and he nods slightly.

"There it is," Seb says, and leaves a kiss on his lips. "You are more than they want to make you be," he says, and Charles knows he will never love anyone else the way he loves Sebastian, because when Sebastian says these things, Charles believes him.

"I love you," Charles says. "Happy birthday, mon coeur."

When he finally kisses Seb properly, both of them are smiling into the kiss.

#my writing #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #sebchal #cheb #anon asks #akira answers asks #this is a sorta fixit #thank you for the prompt anon #drabble

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 year

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Jokes aside, i felt rlly bad for the reader in bff yandere bc there was such an overtone of helplessness almost like there was an inner hope to keep fighting but the outer spirit knew it was pointless, idk maybe just my intuition picked up on a vibe and im not saying u projected onto the reader but if you did and that is how ur feeling regarding ur leg then i hope you get better soon as quickly and w the least amount of pain possible. Language barrier as well has some gnarly leg, particularly foot injuries that were decribed so horrifically and detailed, hope that wasnt ur own pain speaking. im sorry for being weird and sending this its just that usually when i read abt reader being hurt before its was just like w.e but when i read ur work it rubbed me some type of way?? Idk you dont even need to answer this bc it might not even b that serious but just wanted to say it! Thank u for all ur yans, theyre literally my fictional comfort characs lol. Idk if u got my other ask or if youll even get this one but its 🐰 anon! Take care

Thanks for this ask bunny emoji anon, i love these deep analysises

ur right, all my works are projectiontopia baybee thAts the secret spice. No good works would come out without a real life tragedy happening to me, its character development and copium time

When i disappear it means life going good or so bad that i have no time to process, needing to dodge hit after hit, when i come back i come back with a wound and a limp whining to strangers to the internet through whimsical and silly characters, thas whrer the distilled angsts come from <3

but responses from readers do make my day, it fun and does give me that daily necessary dose of copium, i may not answer it right away cause i need time 2 be as funny n creative as i can get, and sometimes my best may be not up to speed with my usual standards <3

tanks 4 reading <33 c u in the next updates

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #bunny emoji anon

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curioussubjects · 2 years

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forgot to let y’all know last night i survived watching scar but only barely. why are pilots the way they are why bensmoking.jpg. very excellent kara episode though i would like to give her a hug and a blanket. highlights are her scenes with helo and the toast scene at the end. my girl!!! cares!!! so much!!! kara is love shaped yall ksdjhfklasd

bit salty about how they decided to go about framing kat and kara’s antagonism, though. kara isn’t tigh. i feel like frustrated concern would be more in line with what kat and kara’s relationship probably is rather than outright hostility. didn’t like that, especially with how if kat is starbuck’s mini-me that mark didnt hit very well at all....meh.

alsoooo ok ok helo telling kara she’s been ~off since anders and like....WHERE. someone point me to WHERE because i didn’t hallucinate final cut, pegasus, resurrection ship, and flight of the phoenix, did i? like those episodes happened?

lee & kara: *experience suicidal thoughts/ideation as a result of trauma from being at war for 6 months, scarcity, being refugees, oh and also surviving genocide via nuclear holocaust*

black market & scar: it’s about their love for these randos actually in addition trust me. look at this dee-related drama with this simmering guilt over an ex. no deets though. but it’s bad enough to warrant sublimation via sex worker. these are real people so real naturalism at its finest. remember sam anders? no? well take a gander at this. kara’s been totes suffering. pining away lovesick. it’s not about kara keeping her promise to rescue the resistance, no it’s about her deep love for this man she spent [checks notes] 5 days with. naturalistic sci-fi boys and girls (gn).

also scar: reilly died because he didnt conquer his fear // what about us // there is no us // [press x to doubt] // it’s the alive guys you have a problem with // starbuck didnt die despite not conquering her fear but it’s ok she has a reason to live

speaking of: more thoughts on the quadrangle of doom under the cut.

incidentally i think i figured it out why the quadrangle of doom is bothering me so much more than normal (as in for that type of story): i’ve said it before i think that a huge issue i have with how bsg tells its story is its lack of denouement with character plots, which makes the continuity really jarring.

and it’s particularly bad with how bsg handles lee and kara’s romance. it’s like...one would IMAGINE that black market would feature kara in some way, likewise for resistance and the farm with lee. but they they don’t feature at all in those plotlines. lee isnt thinking about kara and kara isnt thinking about lee. as a viewer i can only figure well ok so pilots isn’t actually a thing, and the show is going in a new direction with kara/sam and lee/dee. that’s fine. i mean it isn’t because pilots, but technically bsg doesn’t owe me pilots (or dee/billy.......). so. it’s fine, i don’t have to like it.

except then i gotta ask myself what was the point of colonial day? of home? of scar? it’s so strange because the conventional signs taken as a whole would lead one to believe that lee and kara are the main pairing. but when looking at some of these episodes it’s like pilots are an afterthought that gets brought back for pointless drama. black market stands on its own without pilots just fine, obviously. and scar doesn’t need pilots either, but lee is still asking “what about us?” and kara is yelling back “there is no us.” and damn like......at that point? im confused by lee’s question and agreeing with kara (not that she’s being totally sincere in that moment, but i only know that because i’ve watched ahead). im not agreeing with her because i want to! but because the narrative isn’t giving me enough to fill the gaps. that, and i don’t find [handwave] repression to make sense here at all with lee and kara’s history with each other.

idk i find myself screaming at my laptop for the show to just pick one. pick a struggle bsg omg. your use of romance tropes is BEWILDERING who’s in charge of this im getting my time machine.

yes i realize this is pointless griping because of unfinished business (and maelstrom most of all rendering this whole thing moot in the worst possible way fight me rdm you demon from the depths).

*gathers my 5 children close to protect them from this narrative*

#battlestar galactica #starpollo #bsg #rip me bsg blogging in 2022 #im really not trying to be a hater! i promise!#im just Annoyed #bsg we could've had it all why are you like this #wish someone had warned me i needed to approach watching bsg as a game of two truths and a lie

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potatopossums · 2 years

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i feel like my therapist is looking for some kind of reason to make my relationships all romantic. i know it's not some kind of ulterior agenda, i know she's not the type to try and secretly undermine me or "prove me wrong" somehow. I've been firm and honest about how i feel and what motivates me in my pursuit of relationships. but it still feels weird to have someone asking me that all the time.

it's already something i worry about anyway, freaking people out or getting freaked out myself about "romantic-seeming" relationships. i don't personally care for even using romantic as a label because it just doesn't really fit for me. it's not like you couldn't look at my life and apply the label, i mean sure, especially when it comes to my writing, it can be a bit romantic, but not in the ways people might expect. I've always been a very unromantic romantic.

i was struggling with a friend of mine, having a lot of anxiety and feelings of resentment and fear surrounding them, and we got into a scuff about some things. i had the feeling that it would be best for me to just step away for a while and take a break from whatever was stressing me out.

after a few weeks, we reconvened, talked a little bit about what happened, we seem to have come to an agreement, tied up some loose ends from our struggle, and are back to talking. i still get feelings of anxiety and such, but that's just part of how my brain works right now. it's looking a very strange and unusual person in the eye — not strange in a bad way, just not at all what I'm used to, not very familiar, and lots of differing values — and it's trying to establish safety in the midst of all that.

that's difficult to do. I've never done that before.

my therapist asked me what my motivation was here, trying to keep this relationship going when it caused me so much stress.

first of all, i think im getting much better at knowing what my limits are and taking breaks when i need them. there are things i could improve on, like the way i talk to myself, and i could work on asking for what i need more openly and clearly and often. but I'm doing so much better than i used to.

i told her — despite my fear that she was going to try and suggest my feelings were romantic and pointless and blind — that i remembered the good old days of our friendship, and i was holding onto that. i know that's true. i remember the golden days we had together and i miss those. and there are also good moments now. there are still things i struggle with. but i just like having someone to talk to and spend little bits of my time with. another friend is nice. some of it is me trying to stretch my comfort zone. some of it is curiosity — my friend operates so differently than i do, and it's so captivating to my brain sometimes. some parts of me want to be like my friend, hoping that if i hang around, some parts of them will rub off on me, like their confidence, their entire lack of people pleasing. the fact that they're pretty helps. they feel safe in some areas, and i learned a lot from them. life is complicated and i don't have some perfect succinct answer. i just know that i want to keep people in my life. no one is going to be the center of my life. i just like people being there. and maybe, i can learn to be more grounded in myself and, when it happens, i can show courage when i tell someone close to me that i didn't like something, or when asking for something new.

it's scary to ask my friends for physical comfort. it's scary to allow that in even though it's something i kind of want sometimes. it's scary to imagine having sexual and sensual interest in others and not being reciprocated, even rejected. i hate feeling abandoned and rejected. it scares me and activates a horrible place in my mind that tears me apart from the inside out, esteem and body alike. i want that part of me to learn to slow down, even when other people around me don't treat me the way i hope.

the only way to learn is to keep making mistakes. the only way to grow is to keep trying my best. the only way to get through it all is to keep reminding myself that i have all the tools i need to do my best, and next time, I'll be able to look back upon this time and do even better. my best right now is good enough.

#aromantic #queer #alterous #agender #personal #gynephile #friendship #aromantic lesbian

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hffnjue4y · 10 months

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my mood is unstable these days.

some days i feel like im on cloud 9. everything is perfect. we have hardships ahead, but theyre all manageable and worth it. they feel far away, and unclear. on those days, i cant even grasp what it is about her im so stressed about.

and then, like a switch, it can change. i feel unsure, stressed. it usually happens when we dont talk (she’s asleep right now) things feel hopeless, everything feels pointless. it’s like im exposed to a side of the world i never had to consider before- through her eyes. how much she was hurt, how much shes still hurting. how much she has to deal with. and it hurts me. i wanna live in oblivion again sometimes. i didnt know how much of this world i wasnt seeing before.

i tried talking to other people, they often make things worse- i dont wanna feel like i have to defend this relationship. i want people to be happy for us, not worry about me. and i know typing that makes it all sound incredibly abusive, which it isnt. i dont know what to do anymore.

i love her so much. i think i need to address that attachment we have. this often overwhelms me just how much she occupies my mind, her, our relationship. i think im starting to understand what she told me back then- about how loving fictional characters means theres no expectations back. they cant disappoint you. real people are way harder. and i think i didnt know it so far cause i never let myself truly attach to anyone.

now there are stakes. we’re both emotionally involved, to a point where we can hurt each other a lot. and thats scary.

i worry about her being “unregulated” but then again, am i regulated? my mood swings so dramatically. i overthink. i talk too much about this relationship but no one seem to understand. im confused. im not sure what i want in life anymore. i want to be away from here, i want her close with all my family and friends. i want her, im scared of her (our relationship and attachment). i get really nervous and anxious around fights, aggression, loud noises, and sometimes she triggers it.

i dont want to stress her out anymore. she’s doing good these days, and i think this stress will pass shortly. i dont feel like bringing her down with my uncertainty and doubts all the time- im afraid she might think im gonna leave her. we need to fix our trust, but i think only time will tell here.

talking with mom today freaked me out. she doesnt seem to trust this relationship will last. mom’s view of my girlfriend means the world to me. i wish they could meet. im afraid that when they meet mom wont like her, or worst, shed think she isnt good for me. im afraid shes seeing things that i dont. but she also doesnt have the full picture.

i dont know how much of things right now come from the fact that im unemployed, but at my grandparents place, feeling directionless. i think i might be depressed. and someone i love is so far away, its almost impossible to cross that distance without committing in a way. so of course its scary.

today i woke up from a nap feeling pretty bad. i missed her texts and the part of me that still hangs to her desperately wants to spend every moment together.

HOW. DO. I. MAKE. THIS. HEALTHY?

was this doomed from the start?

whos to say whats healthy and whats not?

are these fears common, because im new to relationships of this level?

if i have the thought, does it mean its true?

things to do:

- do. not. put. your. emotional. well. being. after. anyone. elses.

- trust you gut??? i have no idea anymore, this changes every day.

- mental illness isnt the end of the world. it makes things hard for her, yes, but its not unlivable. trust her to do her best and support her.

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gurkemeie · 1 year

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i keep thinking about the context of resilience. when things go wrong, you weather the storm, and you have faith that things will be okay again.

my friend can handle any bad situation, but she handles the aftermath bad.

i am the opposite.

i feel like i need hope to stay alive. i need a beacon that i can look to, to make the pain im experiencing okay.

why was i so angry?

the context, is that im generally a very easygoing person. i am not easy to anger. i take the high road, i dont want to dwell on those emotions. theres no point. it’s greasy and sticky and gets everywhere. we’re all gonna die. pass the remote.

i was angry, because there was an inherent expectation that i had room in my life to suffer. that i could endure snark, coldness, hollowness, pointlessness.

its okay, because everyone has a home where you can unclench, loosen your tie and say: oh honey, you wouldnt believe the day i just had.

i dont have that.

i love my family. in every sense of the word. i feel this indescribable, blinding ache whenever i see them take on more than they deserve.

i am barely hanging on at home. i want to be present, but i can barely endure seeing the constant loop of misery, of pain, of trauma.. im so burned out. and im stuck, and i feel the grand finale of all the pain and trauma and suffering fast approaching, and part of me is longing for the other side, because a different type of trauma and pain seems enticing, especially one in solitude. its so, deeply, utterly, disgusting, and selfish, and it eats at me that i desire it so much.

its purposeful solitude i seek though. im not arrogant to believe that i can give my mom the quality care she deserves. i am forced and expected to be a village. and i have to know that im trying my best and i will fall short.

if i could have my solitude, if id know that shes in good hands and being taken care of, i could unclench, and i could heal a little bit, and id return and i could give her more quality.

but i cant

because im always here

i have a home, but not in the sense that everyone else does.

on my way home, i unclench. i sit on the train and i look at the all of the houses peppering a hill, the twinkling lights. i see the idyllic bike road that makes me think i have to go biking there sometime, maybe have a taste of what it would feel like to live in a painting. the trains, then the big trees, and i slowly start to become tense again.

my home is in liminal spaces. the transition from one place to next. the in betweens.

but then, that was taken away from me too.

work from home.

this fucking job was taking more than i was willing to give.

and for what? for nothing. when my mom takes, its okay, because she needs me. and im willing to give more than i should.

but when they take, there is no end in sight. they take and take, because the process of taking has been romanticized, and its so fucking cruel

how are you able to feel this entitled to someone?

of fucking course im angry. and thats the context.

its cruel to take from people who already give for a living.

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Hi, I love your writing! I was wanting to request a fluff where the reader and George are friends with benefits and they’re playing jackbox with the crew boys and the reader and George actually have feelings for each other. While they’re playing jackbox, it somehow gets discovered that they’re hooking up, the boys tease them it results in them confessing their feelings. Sorry if this is too specific or confusing lmao but I hope you have a great day! ♥️♥️

thank you, it means a lot! I hope your day is even better. & I will definitely be doing this. I have a feeling this is going to be a longer one, so enjoy.

secrets.

(george x reader)

(cw: suggestive, no actual smut, mentions of panic/yearning, 18+ only.)

you weren’t sure how you and george ended up like this, yearning for each other in the seconds you were away. he started off as your best friend, along side the other members of the dream team, but it quickly evolved into something more complicated.

you remembered the night the pair of you sat silently in his living room. the air felt tense, like it could shatter. both of you were in a bad spot with previous relationships, eyes met eyes, & in a matter of seconds skin was on skin, moans of the other’s name swirling the air.

after the lust filled atmosphere dissipated, both of you agreed after that night, that your sinful acts could continue, as long as there were no strings attached. and that’s how the relationship continued. friends with benefits, in its purest definition.

except you no longer pined for him in that way. well— not (just) that way. you wanted the dark haired boy to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, to be able to steal his clothes, hold hands with him in public. but it wasn’t what you agreed to, and you couldn’t break your promise, especially not after this long.

your feelings had become intense in the recent days. it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the way your heart would push against your rib cage when he laughed, or the way your muscles tensed when he said your name.

you could just write it off as sexual desire, but subconsciously you knew it wasn’t that. you’d had meaningless hookups before and they didn’t feel like this. no one had ever felt like this.

the sun had set hours ago, and you tiredly rested in your desk chair, aimlessly scrolling through unanswered emails.

you couldn’t be bothered to answer any of them, and it was probably pointless to do so this late at night. your eyes flickered down to the time which read 2:48am.

pushing the mouse up to hover over the x, you were done for the day, completely exhausted. well at least you thought you were done for the day, until your discord chimed.

“streaming jackbox with the crew boys at 3, wanna join?” the message from george read. you couldn’t believe he had enough energy to stream, but then again he’d probably slept for 10 hours prior.

“this late?” you typed.

“please.” he quickly sent back.

you chewed on your bottom lip, unsure of whether it was a smart idea for you to join. you’d be awfully quiet, it almost felt pointless.

“fine.” you returned, giving in. normally you wouldn’t be so quick to agree, but you’d been longing for the sound of his voice.

you could already see everyone in the call, patiently waiting for to you join and for george to set up.

a deep breath ran through your throat before you joined with a quiet “hello.”

they all warmly greeted you back, pausing all previous conversation, once small talk was made. you couldn’t be bothered to listen in to their discussion, so you sat quietly, your eyes slowly blinking shut.

you knew you couldn’t fall asleep if you were sitting up, so you made sure not to rest your head on the desk in front of you.

“okay I think im ready.” george’s warm voice pulled your eyes back open. a gentle smile crept across your features.

“oh hey. I didn’t think you’d join.” he spoke once more, the comment obviously directed at you.

“only for you.” you jokingly mumbled, although there were hints of truth to it.

“okay I’m starting, don’t say anything weird when I come back.” he warned, likely directed at quackity or sapnap.

the familiar chime rang out in your ears as he muted, and you continued to sit silently, listening to the others argue about something meaningless.

you bounced your leg up and down, unable to think about anything but the need to feel him; hear him. you were already regretting your decision to join, but it was much too late as the sound of george’s voice returned.

“hello!” he greeted

the stream had been going for about two hours, the group of you on your last game. witty jokes about you and george had been littered into almost all the punchlines. you were forever grateful that no one could see how cheeks flushed a light pink every time your names were spoken together.

“okay which one to finish it off?” george asked.

“whiplash?” quackity chimed back, but it was more so a question.

there were hums of agreement. your guess was that everyone was too tired to play anything more complicated.

a silence washed over the group as everyone filled in their answers to the witty prompts.

one by one all the jokes were read, then voted on; this pattern repeated. you were smiling gently to yourself at the witty responses, until the last one.

‘an actual beneficial thing to be heard would be___.” the prompt read.

one of the answers sat burning into your brain. normally you’d be able to laugh something like this off, but your stomach clenched in knots.

‘george finally confessing he likes y/n.’ the joke answered.

everyone roared with laughter, as well as george. none of the jabs about the two of you had been this direct. the bluntness made your skin crawl.

you wondered if people actually thought he liked you in that manner.

the boys took notice to your silence, only further egging the joke on. you nearly choked trying to force up a laugh, hoping that they’d calm down if you played along.

but the situation was far from amusing, and george’s laughter was only intensifying your strained muscles. thank god this was all over soon.

the stream had ended roughly 15 minutes ago. the group was discussing the funniest jokes of the game, any trending topics they may have caused, and that prompt.

you planned to leave long ago, but felt rude to just vanish right after the stream. you didn’t want them to feel used.

everyone with the exception of you and dream had their discord videos on, which you were kind of thankful for.

it gave you an excuse to soak in george’s features without the worry that you may be caught.

“yeah they did go quiet, I noticed that!” sapnap giggled.

your eyes flickered over to george’s video feed, and you watched as he nervously chewed at the bottom of his lip.

the reaction puzzled you. he looked quizzical almost— like he was silently debating something. an argument in his own mind.

moments later, your phone dinged. the only person who ever texted you was your best friend…. and george.

with shaky hands, you lifted the screen off the table. your heart sunk as soon as you read the text.

‘should we tell them’ 4:49am.

‘what’s there to tell?’ 4:49am.

you weren’t sure why he’d want to tell them that you two were hooking up, it felt insignificant. you were positive they could infer that, anyway.

‘there’s something I want to say to them’ 4:50am.

there was hesitation, before another reply from george.

‘it’s important.’ 4:50am.

‘about me?’ 4:51am.

you couldn’t fathom what he’d need to tell them about you. maybe you’d done something that he wished to tell the story of, but you couldn’t recall it.

‘mhm.’ 4:51am.

he left it simple.

before you could even think of a response, the clearing of george’s throat ceased the conversation.

“before I go to bed I wanna say something really quick.” his tone was serious, which was unusual.

“what’s up?” karl chimed.

he was clearly holding all of their attention. the lot of them sat up, looking at their monitors intently. george never got serious, so on the rare occasion he did, they listened.

“y/n and I have been hooking up.” he paused. “and— I really like them so can we dial the jokes down? they don’t bother me, I just won’t want to make the situation uncomfortable, y’know?”

the words slipped off his tongue so easily and quickly, you almost thought you’d made it up. maybe your unrequited hope was turning to illusion.

the call fell silent, no one quite sure how to respond. especially not you.

“uh yeah sure. sorry if they bothered you or anything.” dream spoke on behalf of everyone.

“no big deal.” george shrugged, he was unreadable.

you were still stuck on the first part of this conversation, the sound of his voice saying “I really like them” ringing in your head. you couldn’t get the way george said it out of your brain. he almost sounded genuine.

“can I talk to you?” the words slipped your lips faster than you’d thought, leaving no time to consider what this conversation actually entailed.

“sure.” he responded.

the two of you awkwardly peeled from the large group and into your own private call. the silence that washed over the line was proof in itself that neither of you were quite sure what to say.

“is what you said true?” your voice felt small, almost too scared to hear the answer.

“yes.” he whispered.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you winced are how accusatory you sounded.

“I didn’t want to break our promise. and it felt easier doing it in a group, kinda like silent support, but I didn’t want them to know before you. it felt unfair.” he paused. “so I did it at the same time.”

you felt an odd sense of relief, unaware of how much you yearned for him to feel the same.

“ive liked you for so long, you have no idea.” a small laugh slipped your lips, all the tension of the word falling away.

“really?” he sounded hopeful.

“mhm. I joined the stream just to hear your voice. I couldn’t sleep without it.” you embarrassingly admitted.

you listened to his breathing hitch, and the call fell silent once more.

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