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f1byjessie · 3 months

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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part two.

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yourusername from a little boy meeting his heroes to a young man racing alongside them, getting to see all you’ve accomplished throughout the years makes me the proudest sister in the world. 2024 better watch its back, because sargeants always come back swinging.

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logansargeant we pack a mean punch too 👊

↳ yourusername the meanest 👊

user wait no cuz this is actually so cute omg??? i want a sister to make cute posts about me

user definitely can’t wait to see more y/n at the races in 2024

williamsracing It was lovely having you in the paddock this season Y/N! We’re already looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store!

↳ yourusername it was a genuine honor to be there! plus i look great in blue 😉💙

↳ user wait does this mean logan is re-signing??

alex_albon me and lily would love to have you both come round during the break if schedules align!

↳ yourusername awwww alex!! speaking on behalf of logan, we’d love to!!

user i’m living vicariously through the sibling bond that the sargeant twins have

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mclaren Some of our favourite meme-worthy images of Oscar from 2023! Which is your fav?

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oscarpiastri guys…

user mclaren admin knows what the people want

↳ user mclaren admin feeding us well on this fine day

user these are actually so funny omg mans ain’t got no face filter

landonorris yea so this won’t be necessary for me pls and thx

↳ mclaren We already have the pictures ready! 👍

user i’ve made all of these faces at my tv this year

yourusername oh to be a rubber ducky in oscar piastri’s ice bath

↳ user OH? MY?? GOD???

↳ user UMMMM

↳ user real

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landonorris papaya pals! looking forward to another season with you mate

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user going into cardiac arrest

user damn oscar looking caked up

↳ user i’m glad i wasn’t the only one thinking it

oscarpiastri of all the pictures

↳ landonorris i giveth thy people what they want

↳ yourusername and we thank you for it sir lando 🫡

user MANIFESTING MORE PODIUMS FOR 2024

mclaren Looking forward to another year, boys! 🧡

danielricciardo you’re only posting these to show off your ass

↳ landonorris and if i am?

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yourusername i can still recall our last summer

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logansargeant it’s december 1st???

↳ yourusername it’s summer somewhere

user i wish i lived in florida

user MAMMA MIA REFERENCE

oscarpiastri ☀️

↳ yourusername 🌊

user i’m so delulu about what this could mean

↳ user it’s probably just an aesthetic caption?? y’all are fr crazy

↳ user no cuz it’s literally winter rn in the states so why would she post about summer?

↳ user bc she lives in florida?? where the weather is like summer all the time??

You lower your phone and look back to the dark waters crashing against the shore. Logan’s time in Formula 1 has meant you’ve been traveling around the world, getting to experience so much more than you’d ever imagined you would in your lifetime, but nothing compares to the familiarity and comfort of Florida— of home.

And your friends.

“So,” Sophia bumps her shoulder against yours, eyes alight with mischief when you turn to meet her expectant gaze. “Come on,” she teases, “tell me about him.”

You’ve been friends with her for a few years now, ever since moving back to the United States. She was born and partially raised in Belgium, so after spending so long in Europe, she’s the only one who understood the minor culture shock of moving back. You both clicked, and you’ve been stuck together ever since. You’ve learned, however, that if there’s one constant about her, it’s without a doubt her need to gossip about anything and everything— but specifically boys.

You huff out a laugh, “There’s no ‘he’ to tell you about.”

She hums into her glass of wine, eyeing you skeptically.

“There isn’t!” You laugh, shoving her lightly.

She gasps and feigns falling back onto the blanket spread out beneath you. She’s dramatic, too, and that’s another reason you matched so well. She feels like the sister you never had, which makes moments like this feel even more special.

“This back and forth with a certain OP-eighty-one suggests otherwise,” she sing-songs back at you as she sits up, making kissing faces and cackling when you shove at her again.

“I’m not sure how you even know about that,” you grumble. “You don’t even use Instagram.”

“Maybe not, babes,” she casts her gaze out across the ocean, “but I have my sources. So come on, between us girls and us girls only, tell me what’s going on.”

You heave a sigh, gulp down the last mouthful of wine in your glass, and then pour yourself another while she waits. You’re not getting out of this, and part of you does really want to talk about things. On top of being your brother and therefore way more protective than he needs to be, Logan is also Oscar’s best friend and you’re not sure what “bro code” is exactly, but you imagine not dating your friend’s sister is part of it— so he’s out of the question. You’d go to Dalton if you were sure he wouldn’t tell Logan, but they’re loyal to each other and have some sort of unspoken pact when it comes to your love life. You joked once that instead of your dad, it’d be them waiting at the door with a shotgun if you ever brought a guy home, but you’re not sure it was a joke at all with how they act sometimes.

“It started in Bahrain,” you begin, rolling your eyes when she wiggles excitedly and turns her undivided attention to you. “I’ve known him for a while because he and Logan have driven together since they were young, so I messaged him after the race to say that it sucked he had to retire so early into it.”

“And?”

You shoot her a look. “And, we kept talking. One thing led to another and we met up for drinks…” You fiddle with the rim of your glass, glancing back out to the water. You can’t tell if the heat on your face is because you’re embarrassed, or from spending so much of your day under the Floridian sun. “That’s it.”

“That’s it?” She asks incredulously.

“Well—” you purse your lips. “We kissed. Once. When he dropped me off at the hotel. But it was probably just the alcohol or something. I don’t think he wanted it to mean anything. I bet he just wanted to have fun but couldn’t because he had to leave early in the morning.”

She sends you a look. “He was sober enough to drive you back… but you think it was alcohol influencing his decisions? And he kissed you, even knowing he wouldn’t be able to ‘have fun?’ Right. Didn’t mean anything at all.”

You shake your head and huff. “He was upset because he’d had such high hopes for his first Grand Prix and it ended poorly, and I was there to comfort him, so maybe that’s why. He got caught up in the moment, or something.”

“Y/N, I love you. I do. You’re my best friend and you’re like a little sister to me,” she cups your face in her hands and turns you to look at her. “But you can be so dense sometimes, do you know that?”

“Then why hasn’t he brought it up?” You ask, your voice garbled slightly from the way her hands squish your cheeks together. “We saw each other again in Melbourne, to celebrate him getting his first points, and he didn’t say anything then. Or Miami, or England, or Japan.”

She gives you another look and lets your face go. “It’s a two-way street, babe. Why haven’t you brought it up?”

And… that’s a good point. You technically could’ve brought it up, too. You’d just been so afraid of how he would’ve reacted that you’d chosen to keep quiet, preferring uncertainty over rejection. It’s the same reason why you so rarely pursue the things you want. A fear of rejection stands in your way, and you realize suddenly that you could’ve ruined things with someone you genuinely like just because you were afraid.

“You know, like, Schrodinger’s cat," you start meekly. "If you don’t open the box, the cat is dead and alive, because you don’t know. So I never brought it up. Because not knowing is better than him telling me it was nothing.”

She reaches out and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. When she speaks again, her voice is calmer, less accusatory, a murmur against the ambiance of the hissing tide— “But what if he tells you it’s something?”

You groan. “He probably thinks I’m not interested.”

“Y/N—”

“Oh God!” You pull away and bury your face into your hands. “I ruined it all!”

She pries your hands away and looks you in the eye. There’s a sparkle in her gaze, it’s the look she gets when she has a plan.

“You haven’t ruined it. We just have some work to do.”

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis

━━ a/n: i am overwhelmed by the amount of love on the first part of this! genuinely did not anticipate it at all, and i'm so thankful. so here's the second part! i hope it does justice to the first!

#formula 1 #formula one #f1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri imagine #social media au #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #logan sargeant #alex albon #lando norris

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clbrq · 6 months

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PLS DO MORE SAM AND COLBY SMUTSSS

DOUBLE TROUBLE - C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

warnings; HEAVY SMUT, fingering, oral (both receiving and giving), p in v sex, cursing/swearing, alcohol consumption, kinda like a tag team kinda thing but they don’t know about it LMAO just read.

minors dni.

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You had always been attracted to your best friends. Not even in a strange way; you just thought they were both two good-looking men. Sam and Colby had been your friends since high school, your friendship dating back to when you were all living in Kansas. You can remember filming their vines, and helping them create ideas for their next ones. And when you all grew up, they both matured into two beautiful boys that you admired deeply.

Sam had a gorgeous smile, so contagious and relaxing. When he smiled, you felt happiness bloom inside your body. He also had amazingly, well cared for hair—his blonde locks were always clean and soft, easy for you to run your fingers through. His personality always lightened up your mood too, and the leadership side of him always brought you a lot stability.

Similarly, Colby was such handsome man, you almost buckled to your knees by just looking at him. He had incredible, ocean blue eyes that twinkled in the sunlight, bringing you ultimate joy when you caught a glimpse of them. Colby also, similar to Sam, had an unbelievably contagious laugh, that rang a cheerful feeling through you as the noise escaped his lips.

However, after the occasional one too many drinks, you often looked at your two best friends very differently. It was like the alcohol in you made you view your two friends in dangerously sexual manner. When you looked at Sam, you wanted him to carefully take care of you, make you feel good, but when you looked at Colby, you wanted him to absolutely destroy you. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself.

And that’s exactly how you felt right now.

You were stood with a group of your friends, including Sam and Colby, surrounded by dancing, drunk people, enjoying the 10 million subscribers party they were hosting. They always hosted the best parties—the one’s where you somehow got the most drunk. Stood with you was Corey, Jake, Tara, and Aryia, all chatting comfortably with each other.

But, you couldn’t help your eyes as they landed on Sam, the way he smiled at the joke Aryia made, forcing a smile to land on your face simultaneously. He stood with his arms loosely hanging by his sides, and a structured stance, watching as Corey laughed at Jake doing something stupid.

A small voice from next to you pulled you out of your trance, “Come get a drink with me?” Tara grinned up at you, her small height making you giggle.

“Yeah, sure, I’m feeling too sober anyway.” You replied, walking behind her as you both grab a black cherry White Claw—Sam’s favourite.

Before you could crack it open and take a sip, the can was taken out your hands, “Hey!”

“What?” Sam chuckled, “Shotgun it. That’s way more fun.”

“And why would I do that?” You snapped back, smirking up at him.

“Because I said so, and you love me, so you’ll do it.” Sam stated, grinning back.

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was right, “Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

His voice rattled through your brain as he grabbed a small knife, and placed it gently in your hands. You licked your lips as you punctured the side of the can and watched as it bubbled everywhere. Bringing it quickly up to your lips, you opened the top as you chugged the smooth beverage in front of him as he cheered you on. Once you’d finished the can, you threw the can in the bin as you caught your breath.

You turned Sam, feeling accomplished, “See? I did it.”

“Well done, but wait.” Sam replied, but suddenly approaching you. His thumb swiped your lip as he wiped away the access of the drink from your mouth.

Slowly, he placed his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean from the alcohol that once remained. You watched in awe, as you felt your stomach flip, not only from the White Claw settling in your empty stomach, but how sexy Sam looked doing that.

“Come on, bet everyone’s missing us.” He dragged you back over to the group, grabbing two more drinks as you followed him.

Handing you another can, you stood next to Colby, feeling your heart rate instantly increase as you got a whiff of his strong, expensively alluring cologne. The smell was almost blinding as you breathed deeper due to how much this was affecting you.

“You alright, doll?” Colby’s voice whispered in your ear, his hot breath hitting your bare neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hand rested gently on your back as he leant down to talk to you.

“Yeah, just maybe need to sit down.” You mumbled back to him, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Let’s go upstairs, it’ll be quieter there.” He suggested, letting you lead the way as his hand stayed on your lower back as you both walked towards the stairs.

You and Colby stayed in silence as you reached his free, quiet bedroom. Colby shut and locked the door as you collapsed on his bed, shutting your eyes as your previous drinks were hitting you suddenly.

You felt eyes on you, watching you closely. Opening your eyes, you sat up to see Colby stood by your feet, observing your every move with a smirk on his face.

“May I help you, Mr. Brock?” You chuckled, shuffling closer to him.

“I’m not sure, can you?”

“What do you need?” You asked, innocently, wondering what was wrong with him.

“Well, ever since you walked through that door, Hell, ever since I met you; I’ve wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless,” He admitted, his big hand making its way up to your red hot cheek, “but, since you’re my best friend, you’re off limits.”

“W-who decided that?” You blurted out, wanting nothing more for him to do all the things he just said.

Colby laughed darkly down at you, removing his hand while staring deep into your eyes, “Why? You want it?”

“Please.” You whispered, biting harshly onto your bottom lip as his touch lingered.

Colby didn’t speak but pushed you gently back onto the bed, and climbed on top of you, connecting your lips forcefully. The kiss was hot, and steamy, teeth clashing and moans erupting from both of your throats. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his lower half closer to yours. Colby moved his hips ever so slightly, grinding his obvious hard-on onto your clothed pussy.

“Mm, I need you.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands roaming through his brown locks, “Need you now, Colbs.”

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, sitting up to throw all his clothes off to the side, bar his boxers.

Colby then turned to you, slipping off your dress to reveal your naked chest, but your lacy panties underneath.

“God, you slut.” Colby whispered, grabbing both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders, “You’re practically begging me to fuck you with these on.” His fingers playing gingerly with the rim of your panties, making the arousal inside you grow.

“Please, Colby.”

“Please what?” He pushed back, wanting to hear you beg for him.

“Please, do something, touch me, please.” You whined, shimming in impatience.

Pulling your underwear off, Colby’s placed soft, teasingly slow kisses on your inner thighs, making sure you were absolutely begging for his tongue by the time he made it to your core. The way you whined and begged for him was enough as he placed his hot tongue against your aching clit. You cried out as he wrapped his pretty lips around your bud, sucking gently, taking his sweet time with you. You’d never felt pleasure like this as he reached his hand up slipped his middle finger into your clenching hole, curling them upwards, hitting the sweet spot deep inside you.

You arched your back, calling out his name as you grabbed onto his hair, pulling his locks, causing him to groan against you. Your pleasure increased as he twirled his tongue around your clit, occasionally giving it a small kiss, and then returning with his tongue. You could feel the knot in your stomach begging to tighten, the orgasm was about to hit you hard.

“Yeah, you gonna cum?” Colby asked, feeling you clench around his fingers, smirking from between your legs.

Only whining his name, begging him to continue with his mouth, he proceeded to do so. Colby flicked his tongue in a way that tipped you over the edge, the orgasm ripping through as you cried out loudly, not caring who heard. You twitched and writhed under him as ecstasy coursed throughout your body.

Standing up, Colby harshly grabbed your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue tasting sweetly of your arousal as it slid down your throat. His hand swiftly grasped your neck, kissing you roughly—he was clearly pent up.

“Bend over.” He demanded, pulling away from your swollen lips, a string of saliva and your slick connecting both of your mouths.

Doing quickly as you were told, you arched your ass into the sky for him, your pussy dripping with excitement. He knelt on the bed, teasing your spasming hole with the tip of his leaking cock.

“You ready for me, baby?” Colby purred, stroking your back, lovingly.

“Yes, Colby, please.” You winced, begging for him as you pushed your hips backwards.

Colby complied with your begging and slipped his hard cock quickly inside you, not caring for you to get used to his size. Crying out in both pain and pleasure, you gripped his bedsheets for support as he began to ram his pulsating cock inside you.

“God, you’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby taunted, his thrusts at a fast, yet steady, pace, “You’re so thirsty for my cock.”

“Yes, Colby, just for you.”

Colby laughed evilly from behind you, tightly grabbing onto your hips as his thrusts grew harder and deeper which each other. His rhythm so harsh, you were beginning to not see straight. He truly was fucking you senseless. You could feel another orgasm building up as he reached round to rub your clit as he pounded you from behind.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Colby announced, throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure washed over him.

Groaning out your name as he filled you up deep inside, your second orgasm ripped through you. You heard ringing in your ears and stars in your eyes as his thrusts slowed down. Soon enough, he pulled out as you collapsed onto the bed.

“You okay?” Colby queried, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah, I think so.” You murmured, eyes beginning to feel heavy as he spoke.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep, still got a whole party downstairs.”

Agreeing with his statement, you sat up, sighing as you did so.

“Did so good for me, baby.” Colby whispered, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll grab you some water.”

Colby wondered off to his bathroom with an empty cup in hand, as you slowly began to dress yourself. Once he returned, you drank the whole cup he had filled up for you, erupting a small laugh from his chest.

“Now, as much as I’d love to stay here and sleep with you,” Colby started, helping you back into your dress as you begin to wake up a bit more, “People will wonder where we’ve gone.”

You nodded as you adjusted your dress, and then leaning up to peck his lips, “Thank you.”

“No problem, love,” He smiled, “I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll meet you down there.”

“Alright,” You answered, watching him walk towards the bathroom once more, and then exit bedroom yourself.

However, as you walked towards the stairs, a familiar face exited his room also, and caught your gaze.

“Sam?” You questioned, unsure on what he was doing upstairs and away from the party, “What are you doing up here?”

“I needed a charger,” Sam replied, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes lingered on you for longer than you wanted, “Are you okay?”

You were taken aback by his words, “Uhm, yeah, I think.”

“Do you need some Advil or something? You look like you’ve thrown up about 10 times.” He chuckled, approaching you.

“No, no, I’m okay. Just feel a bit lightheaded.” You lied, not wanting to admit you just fucked his best friend.

“Here, come with me, we can chill in my room until you feel better.” Sam suggested, grabbing your hand gently and leading you into his bedroom.

Déjà vu.

You and Sam sat on his bed, not saying a word as you made yourself comfortable.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I will be,” You answered, turning to face him, “Just not feeling too hot right now.”

“Well you look it.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to be so forward, “Really?”

“Yeah, 100%, always thought so.” Sam smiled cheekily, looking deep into your eyes.

“You’re drunk.” You laughed, shaking your head.

Sam returned the laugh, “Maybe, but I know what I’m saying is true.”

The adrenaline from your quickie with Colby still hadn’t worn off as you leaned in to kiss Sam. Luckily, you had read the room correctly and Sam instantly took your face in his hands as he kissed back. Sam was a gentle, loving kisser—he took his time to make sure you were enjoying it as much as him. You moved over to straddle either side of his legs, and continued your kiss in the comfort of his lap.

“God, you have no idea how you make me feel,” Sam murmured against your lips, pecking you carefully.

“Let me show you how you make me feel.” You replied, boldly, slowly moving down his body towards his crotch, “Can I?” You asked, politely.

“Fuck, yeah.”

As you removed Sam’s jeans and boxers, you watched as his obviously hard member sprung up and slapped against his torso. You took it in the small of your hand, slowly jerking his dick as you kitten licked the tip that was already leaking with pre-cum. Sam got comfortable on his bed as you lowered your mouth fully onto his dick.

Sam groaned out loud a slur of curses as you flicked your tongue on his cock as you sucked him. You bobbed your head up and down, your tongue helping you amplify his pleasure. You sped up your movements, knowing this would be killing him, and he moaned out your name in ecstasy.

“Jesus, you’re such a good girl.” Sam mumbled, his one arm behind his head, his cheeks red and his eyes screwed shut.

You smirked on his member as you knew you were making him feel good. Strategically adding your hand to the base of his cock, you jerked the bottom off as you sucked the tip, helping him reach his finish.

Unlike Colby, Sam quickly finished as he grabbed your hair, gently, in his hands, pushing your head down as he spilled deep inside your throat, cursing and groaning as he did so. As you swallowed his seed, and pulled your mouth off his dick, you sat up and faced him.

You giggled as he let out a shaky breath, “Jesus, you’re unreal.” He sighed, smiling at you.

“You’re very welcome.”

Sam beckoned you over as he pulled you in for another kiss, his hand beginning to travel under your dress and to your still wet pussy. You moaned into his mouth as he began to rub small circles on your clit, making you buck your hips into his hand. You were on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, when the door opening followed by a voice caught your attention,

“Hey Sam, have you seen—“

Colby stood in the doorway, a shocked expression plastered on his face, “What the fuck?” He shouted, “I just fucked you and then you hop straight on his cock next?”

“What? You just fucked him?” Sam exclaimed, shocked.

Oh, fuck.

dude i’m gonna do a part 2 dw and it’ll be the best tag team of the century. hope you liked this! sorry i didn’t see it sooner!! xx

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totheblood · 1 year

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i keep thinking about infatuated ellie.. like LOVESTRUCK, nervous, giddy ellie, and ik you’ll do her so much justice

a/n: ik this is from weeks ago but i'm writing some headcanons and would appreciate if u guys could send some more! i also need to note the ai audio i made of joel was inspired by my talented friend saz who had the idea to make a joel ai and have him and ellie interact, her fics are amazing and i believe she will be making her own ellie fic w a joel audio so pls folllow her and read her work! her @ is @dyk3ification also i wrote this in whole foods before my class so if it sucks... thats why.. ai audios at the end! also pls interact w me and my work it makes me so happy ily bye!

lovestruck!ellie headcanons

ellie is 100%, certifiably, and downright a hardcore lover to her core

when she’s crushing on you she is the type to take anything you do as a sign that you like her back

she’d be like “no, dina, but when she held the door she looked back at me and smiled… who does that?”

“polite people?”

or if you’re sitting next to her in class and she drops her pen, the minute you reach down to pick it up for her she’s imagining your future together

she would just secretly pine after you for as long as she can, way too nervous to work up the courage to ask you out

she’s the type to journal about you, draw you, think that it was weird, and rip it out of her journal

but she’s too sentimental to throw it away so she’d just tuck it into a box in the back of her closet

she’s so observant about the things you do

just by sitting next to you, she knows your favorite movie, your favorite place to eat, and your favorite flowers

(she writes all of this down in case she one day works up the courage to ask you out)

when you do finally start talking she would go out of her way to go to the things you invite her too

for example, you invited her to a GSA mixer (something she wouldn’t attend on her own) at a time when she was working

she called out sick just to attend and talk to you for a total of fifteen minutes

it’s totally worth it to her cause you hugged her twice (she counted)

she does insanely stupid shit like going out of her way to get you your favorite coffee from this very specific place half an hour from campus.

“oh, ellie you didn’t have to do this. thank you so much! let me pay you back.” you’re reaching into your bag looking for your wallet

“oh, it’s no big deal i was in the area,” she was nowhere close to the area. “and it didn’t cost that much,” it was an 8-dollar cup of coffee. “maybe we could go together sometime?”

ellie doesn’t even realize she’s asked you out by the time you’re agreeing with a huge smile plastered on your face

the date goes well, so you ask her on another and another… and another

before she knows it you’re her girlfriend and she can’t shut up about it

she’ll try to manipulate conversations just so she can say the phrase “my girlfriend”

she’s at the movies with jesse and dina and with every preview of a horror movie shes like, “oh, i think my girlfriend would love this movie.”

the barista at the coffee shop makes her latte too sweet and she’s all like, “i wish my girlfriend was here so i could give her this.”

she’s also the type to call you and find out where you are just so she could deliver you her very sweet latte that she knows you would enjoy

she’s also the type to brag about any accomplishments of yours to everyone

“oh yea, my girlfriend won some academic award. she’s such a genius.”

she’s the type to whenever you’re together she would just be staring at you and you’re like, “what?”

“nothing… you’re just so pretty. i’m so lucky.”

there’s not a day that goes by that she doesn’t make you feel like you put the moon and the stars in the sky

all of her weekly calls with joel have become her ranting about how much she loves you

“ellie, all you do is talk about this girl. when am i going to get the chance to meet her?”

“soon, i hope. i think you will really like her. she’s fuckin perfect, joel, i swear.”

“so i’ve heard.”

ai audios:

#asked & answered #Anonymous #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Chubby Bunny

synopsis; in which your son steals the show, and hearts of thousands of people.

pairing; idol!jungkook, dad!jungkook x non idol!reader, mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, marriage au, dad au, PTD LA au

rating; PG-13

warnings; best dad jungkook will destroy your ovaries (along with best uncles as well)

w/c; 2,077

a/n; y’all writing this gave me so many feels, my heart is full. pls leave some love. like and reblog if u wanna see more <3 this is a repost from my old account.

Your son, Hiro’s, favorite song was Permission to Dance. Especially since his father, Jungkook, taught the five year old how to do the chorus choreography, perfectly. Which was a pretty easy task to accomplish, considering Hiro also helped come up with that dance, albeit with a little direction from Hobi in the dance studio during group rehearsals. But mainly it was Hiro’s imagination. Cause let me tell ya, that kid loved to dance, just like his daddy.

Grinning fondly, you clapped your hands to the beat, watching your son dance with his daddy in front of the big floor to ceiling mirrors located in the rehearsal room for their upcoming concert in Las Vegas. It was so cute to watch Hiro with such a look of determination on his face, being just as serious about rehearsals as Jungkook. Wanting to hit every mark with an expert precision.

“You’re doing so good, baby!” You exclaimed enthusiastically, encouraging your son further.

“Thank you, mommy!” He replied without missing a beat.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouted at you in the mirror wanting some form of praise from you as well. Rolling your eyes fondly, you decided to humor the big man baby of yours.

“You’re doing exceptionally well, kookie. Just like you always do, honey. I’m so proud of you!” You feigned being lovesick, batting your lashes at your husband, smiling cheekily. He winked at you in response, accepting the praise, however fake, gratefully.

As they finished up practice for the day, you stood up from your seated position on the floor. Purposely dancing the wrong moves while walking towards your boys, knowing it’ll get a giggle out of your son. You were right. His father lifted him by surprise, throwing him up in the air to catch him. Hooking his arm underneath his son’s bum holding onto him tightly, Jungkook began dancing terribly along with you. All of you making silly faces in the mirror. Your son threw his head back against his father’s shoulder in a fit of laughter, his bunny toothed smile on full display, a direct replica of Jungkook’s current smile. His chubby cheeks making you want to pinch them, so you did, cause you’re mom and you’re allowed to do so whenever you want too. It’s common mom law.

After your little fit of laughter, your son let out a big yawn and rubbed his eyes, a sure sign he was ready for sleep. Perfect, the parents thought. Now he’ll crash for the night and be ready for the big day tomorrow. Day one of Las Vegas.

It was a beautiful day in Vegas, you thought. Sunglasses on your face, and one of Jungkook’s bucket hats on your head to help block the sun, you stretched your hands up in the air and took a deep breath. Letting it out, you put your arms back down and set them on your hips in a superwoman pose and looked out at the ginormous stadium around you that would be BTS’s venue for the concert tonight.

All the boys started to come on the stage to start rehearsal chatting animatedly to each other, so you started to walk back down the long catwalk towards them. Upon close inspection of the group you noticed that your son somehow convinced Yoongi to let him sit on his shoulders. Your son’s chubby thighs were on either side of the normally reserved rapper’s head. His hands settled next to his ears, holding on for dear life and smiling like crazy upon seeing you.

“HEY MOMMY!” He bounced excitedly, making the rapper’s eyes widen and clutch onto your son’s ankles tighter not wanting him to fall off and face the wrath of you and Jungkook. Especially Jungkook. He’s even more protective of Hiro than you, and that’s saying something. As a matter of fact you could see Jungkook’s line of vision go from you with a smile and a wave to a look of absolute terror once he noticed his son start to get excited while on the rapper’s shoulders. His entire body shifted towards the duo ready to jump in at anytime to catch his son incase he somehow did end up falling. Thankfully, it never came to that.

“Be careful baby, you don’t want to give your daddy a heart attack do you?” You asked playfully, shaking your finger at your son, smiling at him to let him know you weren’t serious. “And remember, you have to be more careful with Uncle Yoongi’s shoulder, yeah?” You stated the fact softly in your motherly voice.

“Right mommy. I’m sorry Uncle Yoongi.” Your son then leaned down to kiss the top of the rapper’s head, making his cheeks get a dusty pink color to them. All the members, including you, awed at the sweet gesture.

“No worries, kid.” He replied in typical Yoongi manner, but made sure to give your son a genuine smile to thank him for his apology.

The rest of the members came around Yoongi and your son to take turns ruffling his hair, each greeting you with a hug or high five before walking past you to the markers to start rehearsing. Jungkook being last in line, picked his son up off the rapper’s shoulders finally giving him some relief. Rolling his shoulders, Yoongi walked towards you and gave you his usual fist bump, you complied knowing full well he didn’t do hugs that often, and took his spot at his marker. Jungkook carefully set Hiro down on the floor. Kneeling down to his son’s height, he gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead and quietly praised him for his good manners. Promising him some sweets later that you weren’t aware of. He never failed to spoil his son any chance he could get.

Jungkook straightened himself up as you stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around your waist briefly, giving you a short but sweet kiss on the lips, which you happily returned with your hands splayed against his chest. He gave you one last forehead kiss, tapping the tip of your hat with his fingertip and playfully said, “nice hat.” before winking, and walked to his marker, joining the rest of the members. Time to begin.

There was only one song left in the set for their concert for tonight. Your son grinned knowingly, clapping his hands in delight and anticipation. Noise cancelling headphones adorned his head to be sure his ears were safe from the loud speakers that were all around you, you donning your own, having been watching from the side of the stage like you always do.

Jungkook started the song effortlessly, all the members joining in singing during their respective parts and choreography. Then it got to your son’s absolute favorite part, when he watches all the back up dancers join the members on stage to finish off the song in a huge flash mob. You had to be honest, it was your favorite part as well.

You should’ve known that your son was up to something, being the clever little one that he was. The way he kept fidgeting in your lap more than normal, a sure sign of his impending plan to escape your grasp. And he did, taking advantage of the fact that you always trusted him not to run off without permission. But not this time. This time it was his turn to shine like daddy.

He hopped off your lap in a flourish, swiftly pushing the headphones off his head and ran straight onto the stage with the backup dancers.

Your eyes widened considerably, hands flying to your mouth, covering your gasp of shock. All you could do was watch as your son, knowing the layout of the stage, and his dads foot paths, made a bee line towards Jungkook. He was left center stage down the catwalk with the rest of the members, gearing towards the final steps of your son’s favorite choreography. Not even noticing how his son just ran on with the back up dancers, nearly blending in perfectly in his matching outfit he wore like his father.

Popping out from behind the dancers, Hiro stood proudly next to his daddy and executed the dance with a precision that made Hobi wanna cry tears of joy. And you. And Jungkook, of course, who started laughing while still singing his lines and dancing. The entire stadium erupted into laughter, applause, and awe at the little mini me. All the phones being pulled out to catch the intimate moment between father and son that you know will be headline news for days, if not weeks, or months. Never doubt the power of ARMY.

Once the song was over, Jungkook swiftly picked his son up and held him tightly, one hand behind his head and the other under his bum. Crying silent tears of joy and love and straight pride for being the father to this perfect little human he was lucky enough to call his son. Purple balloons and confetti were falling all around them in waves.

Pulling away slightly to give Hiro a kiss on the cheek, Hiro wiped away his father’s tears with his little hands, making Jungkook smile softly at him in response. Jungkook brought the microphone up to his lips, chuckling into it slightly before speaking to the crowd.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet my son, Hiro.” Once again, the stadium erupted into applause, your son starting to get shy by all the praise, hiding his face in his father’s chest.

“Isn’t he such a great dancer?” Hobi chimed in his mic with pride, clapping for the little one exuberantly. The crowd clapping louder in response to the dancer’s words.

“Isn’t he so handsome, like me?” Jin, Mr. Worldwide handsome himself, stated. Winking at the camera that’s been following the members throughout the concert, projecting his image on the large screens. The audience once again erupting in shared wolf whistles and laughter alike.

“I think Hiro is more handsome, actually.” Your voice boomed across the stadium, you holding a mic that the staff gave you, still looking on from the sidelines of the stage. Smirking to yourself, with a wide grin.

Hearing your voice made all the members double over in laughter and scattered applause, nearly crying from laughing so hard. Minus Jin of course, who just cutely pouted towards the camera, once again being displayed on screen. Jungkook could only throw his head back in laughter, still holding onto his son, your son giving a little giggle of his own upon hearing your voice.

“Mommy!” Your son excitedly yelled into the mic being held by Jungkook, wriggling in his father’s hold, making him hold onto him tighter in response.

“Hey, baby.” You replied a second later, gazing adoringly at him.

“That would be my amazing wife, ladies and gents.” Jungkook stated with pride and a gleaming smile in your direction, locking eyes with you for a second and winking at you. You winked back at him, blowing a kiss and mouthing an ‘I love you’ at him.

He mouthed it back right away, turning to look at the crowd once again with a bunny tooth smile and signaled to Namjoon to close the show with his usual heartwarming speech for ARMY.

Hiro signaled he wanted to be put down to his father, which he did a little reluctantly, scared for the boy’s safety on the stage not wanting him to fall off, even though he knew he would never let that happen.

The five year old, in classic five year old behavior, began kicking the purple BTS themed balloons around the stage in glee. Picking up piles of confetti and throwing them over his head. Taehyung leaned down towards Hiro, and even let him throw it on his head willingly. Jimin and the other members mirroring V’s actions, wanting to make the boy equally as happy as he makes them on a daily basis.

Sighing to yourself in content, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched your entire family all become little kids in the span of two seconds. And, you thought lovingly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Pushing the headphones off your ears, you gently set them on the chair you were sitting on with Hiro earlier and immediately sprinted onto the stage, joining your family, and deciding it was your turn to turn into a little kid as well.

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #marriage au #PTD LA au #dad au #family au #idol au

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 10 months

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Did You Like Them? || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

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summary: A heartfelt conversation between Leyla and her closest handmaiden reveals her feelings towards her first child, Alyssa.

a/n: pls pls pls send in some requests!!! this can be for the dear motherhood series if you like!

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Leyla quietly moved her feet towards the nursery. The whole of castle were fast asleep and yet she was still awake, except for the few guards around, including the two infront of the nursery. She quietly opened the door and closed it slowly. Daemon was still asleep in their bedchambers.

The young Lady walked closer to the crib at a slow pace where her daughter, Alyssa laid asleep. She crouched down beside her, her eyes studying every feature of her face. Alyssa looked very much Leyla, except for the silver hair that she inherited from Daemon.

With so much intent, Leyla stayed there for the next 10 minutes, Alyssa’s chest falling up and down at a steady rate. The door quietly opened as Alyssane, her closets friend and handmaiden, approaches her. “My Lady, what are you doing up at this hour?” she asked before crouching down beside the babe’s crib.

“I like watching her sleep,” Leyla spoke in a soft voice, admiring her daughter. A smile makes it to Alyssane’s lips, “When my children were babies, it was my favourite time too,” She says as the two make eye contact and chuckle softly.

Visiting Alyssa in the middle of the night was a daily occurrence for Leyla. Of course, Leyla often saw her daughter throughout the day but it felt different watching her at night, all alone. Whenever they were around the castle or outside, the young Hightower would often feel quite awkward holding her own child.

The looks she would be given or the whispers that would go around drove her insane. So she rather enjoy her daughter’s presence alone, without the prying eyes of court. Leyla’s eyes flicker to Alyssane, she hesitates before opening her mouth to ask her question.

“Did you like them?” She felt herself holding a breath, “Straight away?” Alyssane’s eyes snap to Leyla. She noticed her hesitation before she covered it with a small smile. “Well, I was pleased they were healthy. I would’ve killed anyone that could cause them any harm.”

“Like them? I think that comes later, my Lady” Leyla listens intently. “When I look at her,” She starts, her fingers moving away a stray lock of hair fallen on Alyssa’s face, “All I can remember is the pain of giving birth to her. Those horrible nine months I had to endure.” Leyla confessed.

Alyssane held her hand in a comforting manner. “Having a baby is a sacrifice aswell as a blessing,” Alyssane added with a sad smile. Leyla knew that when she found out she was with child, her childhood was being sacrificed. It took her some time to accept the cold truth.

“I’m afraid, Alyssane. Father is asking for more grandchildren and there’s no doubt Daemon wishes for more heirs from me,” Otto had been on Leyla’s back on having children well, ever since she married Daemon. Even more after she had her first, Alyssa.

“Don’t be, my Lady. You are incredibly strong, having a child at ten-and-five? Not many people can do that and still continue with a smile on their faces. These feelings you’re feeling right now? They will blow over and overtime, when you look at Alyssa, you will feel a sense of accomplishment”

Leyla looked back over at peaceful Alyssa, “Thank you Alysanne,” she smiled gratefully at her friend’s comforting words.

It was the Hour of the Owl and once again, Leyla slipped out of Daemon’s hold and quietly moved away from the bed and into the corridors. The brunette was only helped guided by the burning torches that lit up the castle, although it was nearly impulse that led her to her daughter’s nursery.

That day had been particularly hard for Leyla. Otto had found out that she had been talking about finding ways to slow down the chances of becoming pregnant. That earned Leyla a harsh slap across her face.

The young Hightower didn’t dare to tell her Lord Husband out of embarrassment. Leyla was slightly surprised to see her daughter eyes wide awake. She quickly moved to her and carefully picked her up as Alyssa cooed making her mother smile.

She opened the curtains to allow light from the moon to seep through the nursery. There, Leyla stood cradling her daughter in her arms as she sung a sweet lullaby. She cherished these moments she shared with her first born, away from the bustling of court.

Leyla was slightly startled when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her waist. “Husband,” “Wife,” He replied back in a husky voice, his head rested on her shoulder as they both look down at their daughter. “I thought I might find you here, pray do tell, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?” He spoke calmly, leaving a small trail of kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“I could not find sleep Daemon, and neither could your daughter it seemed” She softly chuckled as he joined. “Can I?” Daemon tilted his head to Alyssa as Leyla nodded. She carefully passed the 2 month old babe to her father as he softly patted her back, a soft tune coming out of his mouth in his mother’s tongue.

Leyla thought it would be impossible to fall in love with Daemon even more, well that changed ever since he became a father. He was such a huge softie when it came to Alyssa and she liked that he only reserved this side for her.

In just a few minutes, Alyssa had fallen asleep. Daemon slowly laid her down in her crib as the two stand in each other’s arm admiring the tiny human being they created. “Goodnight, my darling” Leyla leaned down to whisper to her before placing a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Daemon smiled as he watched the whole interaction. He always knew Leyla would be a great mother to his children. The couple quietly walked back to their bedchambers hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

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hannie-dul-set · 3 months

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

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

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

“ha! you laughed! i win.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey.”

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

“your friend has a pretty smile.”

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

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

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Trevor Zegras Edition (Four)

23-24 Season Masterlist

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a/n: i skipped the coyotes game bc it was... so boring... and there was zero z content in it

OCTOBER 22, 2023

yourusername

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yourusername welcome back to my post game penalty box update show: sissy missed shatty edition! (alternatively titled "my fiancée took a hard hit and then looked like the greek god he is on the bench and i can't wait to take a trip to mount olympus")

after a long two periods of almosts, mason finslly scored first in the third! thst scoring momentum fid continue, though! just... for the other team...

the ducks did succumb to the bruins, but my z-baby got a penalty! so that's a plus! he slashed marchand and he didn't even get licked! (dear brad, if you're reading this, please lick my fiancé on october 26)

i'm sorry, boys, that you're on a three game lose streak, but i can feel it in my SOUL that you're going to cease that trend soon! use the power of friendship, my dear quackies!

i love you, always, trevy💜 pls do a trick soon! and you looked really cute smiling and watching shatty's video on the bench! prepare for kisses

p.s. dear mom/shatty, I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! SEEING YOUR VIDEO MONTAGE TRIBUTE ON THE SCOREBOARD HAD ME TEARING UP! I LOVE YOU! DON'T DIE! (@/shattdeuces)

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trevorzegras am i cute? or am i god like? what's the scale here? is there a graphic organizer? (i love you, forever, my sweet girl💜)

yourusername the graphic organizer is my internal feelings and there's never a rhyme or reason for any decision i make <3

jackhughes @/yourusername so just like how you make every other decision?

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trevorzegras @/jackhughes USED* to be insane

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user52 z in this game has me acting up🥵

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras what's your record streak this season? is it 5, like me?

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shattdeuces i love and have missed you, too, daughter! p.s. your post-game goody bag made the other guys very jealous!

yourusername i hope you didn't share anything!

shattdeuces i would never betray you like that

yourusername i appreciate your never ending loyalty <3 where are we on the whole "marchand licking z" thing?

shattdeuces i am not asking him that

yourusername ... accidentally show him my post then

trevorzegras @/shattdeuces please no

yourusername @/trevorzegras just bite him in return

_quinnhughes i’d pay to see that

trevorzegras @/shattdeuces SEND HELP

shattdeuces @/trevorzegras i laughed and he asked what i was laughing at. it's in his hands now.

yourusername @/trevorzegras he lick, you bite, i smooch

trevorzegras @/yourusername that smooch better just be for me

yourusername @/trevorzegras my smooches are only for you

user45 trevor nudging terry to look at the video board before going back to smiling like a fool at it makes me so emo🥹😭 give him shatty back!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras you're not in the negatives yet! that's an accomplishment!

yourusername so true!! he's thriving!

trevorzegras i’m growing up so fast!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername remember when he was our son? now he's the father of your future children

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale she's now crying under my shirt

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras i’m on my way

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale she's requesting blankets so we can build a fort

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras i'm on my way home to get blankets

user9 slash that rat! he deserves it!

user14 the seventh pic shows the face of a man who knows damn well his teammate started a scrum over him

jackhughes you're so obsessed with him

yourusername he's my baby daddy for a reason

trevorzegras @/jackhughes i've been obsessed since the day i saw her

jackhughes @/trevorzegras we know

yourusername and i was obsessed with my rat the day i saw trevor

trevorzegras @/yourusername we know.

colecaufield @/trevorzegras ooo a period! there are some big feelings in those two words

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras this is taking me back to the good ol' days when you'd come into the room screaming over matthew! so cute!

trevorzegras is it attack trevor day?!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras it's always attack trevor day

yourusername @/trevorzegras i love you! always!

trevorzegras @/yourusername mhmm i love you, forever

user76 three game loss streak? a z penalty? roughing penalties? that's ducks hockey, baby!

masonmctavish23 did i just get a backhanded compliment?

yourusername no?

masonmctavish23 am i being gaslighted?

yourusername gaslighting? that's a big word, kiddo, did one of your little friends teach you that?

masonmctavish23 my friends are your friends and your fiancé!

yourusername well they definitely didn't teach you that

trevorzegras @/yourusername HEY

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lhughes_06 @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes were we just going to let the "trip to mount olympus" comment slide?

_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 i’ve given up

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i threw up in the comfort of your bathroom in peace and moved on

yourusername @/lhughes_06 @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes you guys do know how i got pregnant, right?

trevorzegras @/yourusername i think i need a refresher course

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras STOP IT

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goldsainz · 11 months

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ur writing is so beautiful omg, so i was wondering if you could do lewis x actress!reader? something angsty idk

YOU’RE LOSING ME — one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: you have tried your best, but despite your valiant efforts, he just doesn’t see you anymore.

warnings: angst, cursing, a LOT (like a lot) of taylor references.

NOTE: YAY A LEWIS PIECE!!! i love this man so much makes me happy that someone asked me to write for him, so thank youuuuuu 🫶🫶 remember this is all fiction, it’s not meant to be taken literally. also, there won’t be a part 2, so pls don’t ask for one.

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You loved Lewis, and you knew he loved you. It wasn’t a matter of love, it was about showing up and making you feel wanted.

You knew love. You knew it was sweet, and had its sour moments, but it was about resilience and the want to be there for your loved ones. And love shouldn’t feel the way it did, it shouldn’t form a lump in your throat when he kissed you, it shouldn’t want to make you cry, it especially shouldn’t have made you feel lost.

You had spent endless nights sitting in the dark of your shared room, wondering if it was time. Maybe those feelings would go away, you knew Lewis was going through a rough time with Mercedes and his pursuit for an 8th WDC. And you were so, so supportive, but there wasn’t much more you could give. Should you throw out everything you had built together, or keep it?

There were moments in which you remained silent, keeping each thought you had to yourself just to not ruin your day. You just glared at him, hoping he would realise something was wrong, that maybe you did have things to talk about, but he never did. He just kissed your forehead, and carried on with his day.

You had become accustomed to him coming home late, to the weeks without him. It was a part of his job, and even if you had wanted to accompany him, your job demanded too much of you to do so.

Lewis was a popular person, and despite being very reserved, he still had many fans and people that admired him all around. His attention was always drawn to others, jumping from conversation to conversation, pausing your chats to greet whomever he recognised. It was exhausting, but you pushed through because he was the love of your life, the one you had been searching for your whole life.

After-parties were the best thing after award shows, it was much more intimate, and you didn't have to worry about unwanted attention. You could let loose for a while, the pressure of always being in front of a camera leaving you as you chatted the night away, drinking every now and then as to numb some of your worries.

You watch people laughing, having the time of their lives, while you wallow by the bar of your own party. You feel forgettable, but so needed at the same time, people kiss your cheeks and congratulate you for your award winning performance and the achievement you accomplished, and all you do is smile at everyone. You feel like a fraud, acting like you're great when in reality you are screaming on the inside.

“Is Lewis here?” One of your castmates asks you, making you search for him in the crowd.

“Yeah, he’s with his friends.” You say with the best smile you can muster.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he's not with you?”

“I’m sorry?” The question startles you, tilting your head to the side as the emotion from your face fades.

“I mean, it’s not every day you win a golden globe for best actress, shouldn’t he be with you?”

“He’s a very busy man, it doesn't bother me, there’s still so much time to celebrate.” You say with a laugh, brushing off the comment.

“Ugh, you’re such couple goals. It makes me jealous, honestly.”

“Well, it has been six years.” You almost cringe at the bad joke, but fortunately she just laughs. You smile at her, bidding her a good night as you leave to socialise.

The party is at its peak, people are dancing anywhere and everywhere, shoes are discarded around as the dancing gets to them.

“Y/N, get over here!” Miles, Lewis’ friend, shouts at you.

Walking through a crowd of drunk people is near impossible, it takes a lot of patience but you finally reach your boyfriend and his friends. You instantly sit next to Lewis, his knee brushing yours, but other than that, no further contact happens.

It should worry you, it does, but you’ve learnt to not question his attitude. You don’t want to start a fight on your special night, not with all of the people around you, not when he’s finally somewhere with you.

“Hi, guys.” You say, smiling at everyone.

“We wanted to see you, you’ve been everywhere all night!” The comment almost makes you scoff, you’ve looked for Lewis and he is always somewhere else, something always calls his attention when you reach him

“You know how it is.” His friends all laugh at the comment, but he just looks at you with a little smile.

“Well, now that you’re here, the group is complete.”

“It’s always nice to see all of you, thank you for coming, by the way.”

“As if we would ever miss this!” Another of his friends says, motioning to the place with his hands.

You try to intertwine your fingers to your boyfriend’s, initiating any sort of contact to try and mend his poor behaviour in front of his friends. They’re all too drunk to notice the awkwardness, but you feel it, it has been suffocating you for months.

“I’m glad you’re having fun then.”

The conversation flows nicely enough. It serves as a distraction from the indifference Lewis gives you. You’re the best at the party, you’re the reason the party is even happening, and yet you still fade in the background of his thoughts.

“So, how long are you here in London for?” Riley, one of his friend’s girlfriends, asks you, a drink in her hand.

“I’m leaving on wednesday, but I’m probably gonna be back in England for the Grand Prix.” You look at Lewis, who turns to you at the same time.

“That’s great! I could neer travel as much as you guys do.”

“It’s part of the job, but we make it work.” You wait for Lewis to support your statement, but he just looks away.

“When you get married, I need to be there. Your love story is one for the books, girl.” The mention of marriage makes you smile, it’s the one thing you’ve wanted with Lewis since you met him. It’s also the first thing that truly made you smile since you sat down with the group of friends.

Your eyes look down at your bare finger, rubbing the spot where an engagement ring could be if Lewis ever asked you the big question.

“We’re not in a rush to get married.” Is what Lewis says to her. It’s the first time he’s spoken with you included in a conversation, and all you can do is keep smiling. You push away the pain, the knot that forms in your throat almost makes you break.

“We have a lot on our plates, you know? But I’ll make sure you're on the guest list when the time comes.” If Riley sensed anything off, her face is not anything to go by. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, hoping to get a way for even a second. And just like that, you desperately want the night to be over.

Arriving at your shared home is nothing short of uncomfortable. The silence while your chauffeur drove you both home made your eyes gloss over, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to keep your tears at bay, but you needed to be strong.

You throw your shoes by the doorway, eager to go to sleep and forget the fact that Lewis indirectly said he didn’t want to get married to you. You’ve been together for six years, he knows you would love to get married, that if he asked you would say yes. It's him who repels the idea, though he once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he now is in no rush to truly settle down with you.

It makes you spiral. Maybe it’s you who makes it difficult to get married, you know you're not the easiest person in the world, but Lewis isn’t either, but you never fault him for it. He says he doesn't understand many things you do, and you tell him you know he doesn't. You’re dying inside with all of the things unsaid between you, and he doesn't see it.

You need him to say something, to do anything to show that he still cares. And as you watch him do his skincare routine, something you used to do together as he taught you how to take care of yourself better, you can’t seem to shake the feeling creeping up on you. That this won't go away, you’re not going through a rough patch, there isn’t a cure to your situation. You just need to let go.

“Lewis?” You call out, sitting on your bed as you prepare for whatever may happen. He hums in response, too caught up on his stuff.

“Can you come here when you’re done, please?”

“Sure.”

When he finishes up in the bathroom, he goes to lay down on the bed. You watch him, how he doesn't seem bothered by the indecision surrounding the room, how grey you have become in all of your overthinking.

“We’re okay, right?” It’s as if time stops. Lewis, who was calmly laying on the bed, has now frozen on his spot. You search his face in hopes to know what he’s thinking, but you can’t. You don’t know him like you used to, the person you hoped would never become a stranger, was now nearing that.

You don’t know if it's his long pause of silence that confirms what you already knew, but hoped wasn't true, or if it’s the fact that you can’t believe you hoped for any type of response.

“I need to know if we’re okay, Lewis.” You turn your whole body to look at him, silently begging him to say something.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N.” He drags his hands over his face, like the conversation is an annoyance to him , something he can't even consider entertaining. It makes the first tear fall down your face, watching the man you love be so dismissive.

“Anything, literally anything, Lewis.”

“We just had a great night, Y/N. Let’s not ruin it and talk about this some other time, alright? I’m very tired, I have a very busy week ahead, and would like to rest a little.”

It’s a poor excuse, you both know it, it’s written all over his face. You consider letting it go, apologising as you have before, but something about his dismissal makes you angry. It’s the final straw, the last time you will take the blame for trying to fix your relationship, for trying to understand.

“Is that why you won’t marry me?” Your voice breaks in between your words, the raw emotion covering your eyes as you watch him close his eyes in frustration.

“What the fuck are you even talking about right now?”

You scoff at his words, “You said we’re not in a rush to get married.”

“Because we’re not. It’s not a good time, Y/N, and you know it.” His voice is cold, making you wince.

“For you! There’s never a good enough time with you, there’s always something more important.”

“Oh, come on, don’t put this on me.” He stands up from where he is, making his way to the kitchen. You don’t hesitate to follow him, not ready to give up on your conversation.

“I want to settle down, Lewis, we’ve talked about this a thousand times.” You wipe your tears away, trying to compose yourself. “You know that if you ask me I would say yes. Do you even know how embarrassing it is to have everyone ask me when I’m gonna be your bride? All of our friends are getting married, so they practically hand me the bouquet now, and each time you act like nothing happened.”

He pours himself a glass of water, not looking at you, ignoring your presence as if he hopes his indifference will make you go away.

“I love you, why isn't that enough?”

“Do you?” He glances at you, and you finally see the look in his eyes. He doesn't want to fight you, he doesn't want to fight for your relationship. Despite all of the times he acted oblivious, he knew you were reaching a breaking point, he knew you were beating yourself over the impending doom of your relationship, and he said nothing.

You know your pain is an imposition. You know he tolerates it, and you don't question it. You just make your peace with it, even if it means to lie to yourself. There is no doubt in your mind that he loves you, but you don't think he loves you enough, not as he once did, anyway.

“So that's it? Our relationship gets hard and you want to leave?”

“That’s not at all what I said.”

“Well, it’s what you’re implying.”

“I just want you to talk to me, to fight for us. That’s all I want.” You rest your elbows on the kitchen counter, placing your head on the palms of your hands, feeling tears soak them.

Lewis shakes his head, leaving the kitchen. You don’t know where he is going, you don’t make an effort to follow him this time. He’s losing you, and he isn't stopping his life to make you stay or even watch you go.

You want him to choose you, you’re right there with him for all of his fights, always on the front line. You never hesitate to bleed for him, yet he does not risk anything. It seems unfathomable that the man you hoped to never lose, actually lost you. It seemed like so long ago when you believed forever was the direction your relationship would take, he changed and you unfortunately stayed the same.

You hear his footsteps near you, but you don’t lift your head to look at him. Not when you know that if you do you’ll truly break, you’ll have to say goodbye to years of memories, you’ll have to walk away once and for all.

You’re shocked when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You don’t tense at the touch, you would never, there isn't an ounce of you that doesn't crave all of the contact lost between you. It’s all you've wanted lately, yet it doesn't change a thing. He walked out a long time ago, and now you have to do the same.

“This won’t work, Lewis.”

“I know.”

“I gave it my all, you know?” You whisper, and you feel him press a kiss to the side of your neck, but there are no longer butterflies when he does so, just a broken heart that won't start for him anymore. Your heart was glass, and he dropped it.

“I know you did.” He whispers back.

You want to ask him, if he wished he would’ve put up more of a fight, but you don't think you could deal with the silence after. You know it’s not you, that it’s him, that despite all your faults loving him was never one.

And you’ll try to forget about it. Try to pretend you will find someone who will be equal to Lewis, but you’ll remain right where he left you. And you won’t talk about it, just act like it’s for the best. But it would’ve been fun if he would've been the one.

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straykids-gives-me-life · 1 year

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Straykids when you feel uncomfortable around a guy at a bar

⩤ Chan ⩥

i feel like most people forget how much chan actually cares about people.

so when it comes to you, the second you say you feel the slightest bit off, he wont leave your side.

"which guy, baby?"

when you've pointed him out, chan will be sending him death glares the whole night.

when he gets up to go to the bathroom, he'll take his drink and "fall" near the guy, spilling beer all over him.

"oh! so sorry about that mate"

comes back over to you with a proud smirk on his face.

⩤ Minho ⩥

this man will go from having the biggest smile on his face to the most angriest frown you've ever seen.

you'll tell him that his looks are making you a little uncomfortable and he will go full on protection mode.

he won't be afraid to speak to him either.

and by speak to him I mean hurl insults at him across the bar.

"hey asshole! stay away from my girl, alright?"

will not let you out of his sight for more than five seconds after that.

⩤ Changbin ⩥

changbin would go over and have the most aggressive conversation of his life with that guy.

if he still carries on staring at you like he was, changbin will have no problem with grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yelling in his face to leave you alone.

"look at her one more time, you're dead. understand?"

that guy would go on to never spare a glance at you again :)

to changbin, that's the mission accomplished.

⩤ Hyunjin ⩥

would get super pissed but be more subtle than maybe changbin and lee know.

i mean, hyunjin would feel the need to go over and gouge his eyes out with a teaspoon for making you feel uncomfortable but unfortunately murder is illegal so 🤷‍♀️

he would stare into the back of the guy's head until his eyes started to water.

when the man would turn to look at you again, hyunjin would simply click his fingers and spin his finger in a circular motion, telling the guy to turn right back around again because you were his and wanted nothing to do with him.

and that's on having a hot asf and chill ass bf <3

⩤ Han ⩥

pre-debut han would make an appearance.

this man would feel so awful for not noticing but then so angry that it happened.

especially to you.

he would, with no hesitation, go over there, sit next to him and scream in his face for like twenty minutes before coming back over to you and the guys and acting like nothing happened.

and trust me, if that guy did it again, his head would end up in a cement wall :)

⩤ Felix ⩥

would spend more time comforting you than actually staring out the guy but oh well.

we love a caring bf <3

if he himself caught the guy looking at you, he would do the tongue thing where he puts his tongue behind his cheek and ughsfsfssfssjafgiasbfia.

^sorry that just makes me feel some kind of way.

he hates yelling at people so he would try and stay calm but the more that he does it, the angrier felix gets.

he eventually goes off and gets you all kicked out but oh well.

better than being perved on.

⩤ Seungmin ⩥

he would be so fucking sassy oml.

would sit directly behind the guy so every time he goes to look at you, seungmin will come in with:

"can i help?"

he would be sending him so many dirty ass looks.

seungmin would definitely go up behind you and stand directly in his line of vision to piss him off even more.

"turn the fuck around. pervert."

he slays tho tbf.

⩤ Jeongin ⩥

he'd go from innocent to defensive real quick.

his hands would go even veinier and he would be pushing his hair back every five seconds.

this man would be so fucking annoyed that he would start snapping at all of the guys.

it's not like he meant to it's just he hated how that man was looking at you.

he wouldn't be able to resist not going up.

jeongin would instantly grab the guy by his shirt, pull him up out of his seat and drag him out, shutting the door on him.

"you even think about her again and I'll kill you."

A/N: my ask me anything is always open to pls pls pls send in requests for these or any ideas for the skz fake texts. i'd love to hear your ideas and it would rlly help me out. love you all sm and have a good day <3

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pearbunny · 5 months

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the bucket list ✘ [ten]

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summary:Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but maybe Falling in Love was.

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, eventual smut. more warnings posted for each individual chapter.

word count: 4.4k

chapter content: a phone call from our girl Robin, angst angst angst, we find out about Jisung's friend, pls don't read if you're not in the right mental state

updates: okay, so I lied. It took me awhile for this chapter. The end of the year is a rough and busy time.

You posted the picture of Jisung on the balcony onto your Instagram and immediately toss your phone aside, too giddy but also too anxious to see what kind of responses you would get. Instead, you look for some kind of clothing to put on quickly so you can join him on the balcony. A glimpse out the window shows you his bare toned back, early sun bouncing off of his skin.

You wrap the white bed sheet over your form, making your way to the couch where you find a shirt of his. You check to see if Jisung is peering in through the window and thankfully he isn’t. You’re still shy around him when it comes to being naked, it still works your nerves. That’s probably something that won’t change. Just the thought of his eyes roaming your naked body sends a chill down your spine.

You quickly put on a shirt of his, tugging the bottom hem down in an attempt to cover more than the top of your thigh. You slip out to the balcony to join Jisung, taking your place next to him and leaning against the railing. “Hey.”

Jisung looks down over at you and nudges your shoulder gently in greeting, smiling fondly at you. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” He takes a sip of his cup of warm black coffee that he made with the hotel room’s coffee machine and offers it to you.

You take the cup in both of your hands, smelling the rich aroma of the coffee. You inhale deeply and close your eyes, savoring it. You open them with a blush on your cheeks, considering his question. How were you feeling? Happy. A bit shy. Sore. “Good, how are you?” You take a sip of his coffee and immediately scrunch your face at how bitter it is.

Jisung laughs and takes the cup from your hands in his left one, wrapping right arm around your torso and guiding you in front of him so he can easily hug you from behind. He places his chin on top of your head and starts swaying you gently. “Good.”

There’s a comfortable silence between you two, simply enjoying the view of the ocean and the soft whirr of people and cars on the streets. Your ears pick up the faint sound of your ringtone and you turn around in Jisung’s arms, placing a small peck on his cheek before freeing yourself from his hold and walking back into the hotel room.

Jisung watches your form as you walk away, biting his lower lip subconsciously. “Is that my shirt?”

You look over your shoulder to him with a smile on your lips before plopping yourself on the bed, stomach down. The action gives him a peek of the bare skin of your butt, making him raise both brows like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Jisung had woken up feeling refreshed, relaxed; it was something that he didn’t feel often. Perhaps it’s because of his regular sleep schedule which consisted of three, maybe four hours of a day. Maybe it was because he got to sleep on a bed instead of the uncomfortable floor. Or it could be because he was absolutely spent last night after getting acquainted with your body. Either way, his shoulders felt relaxed, his back untensed, it was nice.

When he found you still asleep next to him, you had your hair splayed all around you, mouth slightly open, arms tucked close to your chest, the bed sheets covering you from your waist down. The image sent blood rushing down his body and he had to get out of bed quickly before it became too much. However, before he did get out of bed, he placed the sheets higher on your body.

Now, from the balcony, he could see the bottom curve of your ass and he determines that its best if he stays outside on the balcony while you take your call. He sips on his warm black coffee, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tries to calm himself down.

You unlock your phone to answer Robin’s call.

“Excuse me miss ma’am?!” Robin’s voice only goes higher in pitch, her eyes wide as she stares at you through the phone.

You lean away from your phone, her voice taking you by surprise. “Well hello, too you too, Robin.”

Robin smiles sheepishly at you before she takes a seat in front of her vanity, placing her phone down against the mirror. She leans forward in her seat, getting close to the camera with a cocked brow. “Explain.”

You feign innocence, hiding your smile behind your curled up fingers. “Explain?”

Robin gives you a deadpan stare. “DID YOU FUCK HIM AGAIN?”

Behind you, you can hear Jisung nearly choke on his coffee. He decides that maybe he shouldn’t be within earshot of this conversation. He downs the rest of his drink and calls out from the balcony, “Hey, I’m gonna shower real quick while you discuss all of that.” Strategically, he walks in, making sure that both you and Robin could see him in the background of your facetime. Your face reddens and you plant your face into the mattress, hoping the bed would swallow you up.

Robin is doing the exact opposite on her end. Her eyes perk up and she sits up straight in her seat, as if doing so would get her a better view or angle of Jisung’s abs and then back as he makes his way across the hotel room to the bathroom. Her eyes are glued to her phone screen.

When the door closes and the shower turns on, you groan and bring your head up, running a hand over your face. The high squeal of Robin rings in your ears.

“GIRL, is that HIM?”

“M’hmm.”

Robin gives you a dramatic and prolonged wink of her eye and the “okay” hand sign. She whispers-yells, “Did he rearrange your organs?”

“Why do you do that?” You laugh at her, “Whisper loud enough for people to hear you anyway?”

Robin laughs and shrugs her shoulders, “It’s just a part of my charm.” Robin eyes you pointedly, still. “So?”

You shrug your shoulders, avoiding eye contact. “So what?”

Robin sighs in frustration. “Okay, I get it we’re shy. I’ll ask the questions then!”

You laugh and smile at her through the phone. “Go ahead.”

“Were you drunk or sober?”

“Sober,” you say confidently.

“Ooo, sober Y/nnie got some dick last night.”

“Okay, Robin. Next question, he’s not going to be in the shower forever.”

Robin laughs on her end and wiggles in her seat, her excitement manifesting physically in her inability to sit still. “Was it like you remembered the first time?”

You move your eyes towards the ceiling, thinking back to last night and a small smirk plays on your lips. “Better.”

“Ooo,” Robin bites her lower lip, raising her brows up and down in support. “Love that for you. Any spanking? Choking? Hair pulling?”

“No spanking. No real choking. A little hair pulling.” You recount last night’s details in your mind, subconsciously pressing your thighs closer together.

“So.. he wasn’t, like, nasty?” Robin pouts her lower lip at you. Robin always wanted the best for you in every single aspect of your life. Including sex.

You sit up in bed, bringing your legs under you. Without knowing, you start to play with the ends of your hair with your free hand when the butterflies start picking up in your stomach. “No, but it was a lot more romantic… it just felt like,” you pause to exhale loudly, trying to find the right words to say. “It just felt right. Like it needed to happen.”

Robin looks at you with a tilt of her head, a small smile on her lips, brows raised again with eyes wide. She’s looking at you with such happiness in her eyes. “Awwh, that’s so cute.” The smile quickly turns into a wide grin, “Was this romance happening on a different ancestral plane?”

You laugh loudly, not expecting that follow up question. When you don’t answer, she asks another question. “On a scale of one to ten, please rate your experience.”

“A hundred. For sure. Would come again.”

Robin is about to dig further when the both of you hear the bathroom door open. The both of you give each other an embarrassed look and Robin quickly waves a hand in front of the phone camera. “Well, I’ll leave you to it! Have fun! I’ll see you home soon.” She winks at you once before immediately hanging up.

“Sorry about that,” You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and place your phone on the nightstand. Jisung makes his way to you in a fresh pair of dark gray sweats and a white tee. His hair was still slightly damp, water droplets falling when he rakes his hand through his hair and immediately shakes it out.

“No, don’t worry about it. It was just my friend, Robin.” You walk into the bathroom to grab a towel for his hair. When you come back into the room, you find him sitting in the bed. With a soft smile, you lazily make your way between his legs, plopping the towel on top of his head, obscuring his vision.

Jisung’s deep chuckle bounces around the room as he brings his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him. The chuckle seems to rumble in your own chest while you gently rub Jisung’s hair with a towel. You feel a blush paint your cheeks; the whole situation was so domestic it made you a little shy just thinking about it.

“Robin seems fun,” Jisung closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, feeling relaxed as you dry his hair.

“M’hmm,” You take the towel off his head and toss it onto the couch.

He looks up at you with a small smirk and a mischievous look in his eyes. “So… 100 out of 10, huh?”

Your eyes shut, hands coming up to cover your face. His warm hands encircle your wrists as he tries to pry yours away. “Oh my god.”

“That’s kind of high.” He succeeds and places his chin on your chest, staring straight into your eyes. He enjoys watching you get nervous, he thinks it's cute you can’t look him in the eyes.

“Oh my god,” You repeat. You’re not sure if there are other words to explain how mortified you are.

“Gonna be hard to top that.” Jisung’s voice lowers in octave, it’s that husky voice that he primarily has used whenever you two are naked and or in bed together.

You do your best to turn away from him, attempting to free yourself from his hold so you could hide your shame.

Jisung easily encircles your waist with his arm to pull you back into his lap. His lids are nearly closed as he stares down at your lips, his lashes nearly touching his cheeks. “Guess I’ll have to try harder, then.” He leans closer to you and closes the distance, placing his lips on yours.

“Jisung, it’s 10:50 already, check out is at 11:00!” You’re hurriedly stuffing your toiletries into your backpack that you took with you on your trip to Busan, going back and forth between the bathroom and your backpack constantly just to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind.

Jisung brings his duffel bag and your smaller suitcase by the door, picking up your jackets that were laid on the bed. “Hey, don’t forget the ears you got at Lotte World.” You're thankful for the reminder and you snatch the bunny ears off the small table in the corner.

You meet him by the door, slipping on your shoes. Jisung takes your backpack from your hands as you put your jacket on. When you try to take the backpack from him, he places it on top of your rolling suitcase and clicks his tongue. “You’re stressed. Don’t worry about it.”

While you were running around making sure you got everything, Jisung was gathering the items you overlooked: your mascara by the window, your phone charger under your pillow, a sock in the closet. He finds it an amusing quirk of yours that even though you were doing your best to be meticulous, the stress of it all caused you to overlook things.

You give him a small smile, opening the door for the both of you. You walk beside him in the hallway, gently nudging his side, “Sorry. Hotel check outs are my worst nightmare.” It was an over exaggeration but you always felt bad for taking too long when checking out.

Inside the elevator, Jisung’s hand leaves the handle of your rolling suitcase to pull you tight against him. “Don’t worry about it.” He places a chaste kiss on the left side of your forehead. “We have to be somewhere anyway.” When the elevator dings to signify your arrival to the lobby, Jisung walks towards the front desk bringing all the luggage with him.

With your eyes wide, you follow behind him. “Another surprise?”

Jisung shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, handing over the hotel room card keys to the hotel employee. “It’s really nothing special, so don’t give me those eyes.” He looks at you with a lopsided smile, taking in your eyes full of excitement and wonderment before deciding he can’t take it anymore. He places a hand on top of your head to ruffle at your hair, finishing up the process of checking out. “Just one night before we go back to Seoul.”

“Hey, we’re here.” Jisung puts the car in park and you look out the window, taking in the new environment. You had been immersed in a book that Jisung had recommended to you back at the record-book store. Outside, you notice how wooded the area is. He parked next to a trailer with a small wooden patio set outside of it.

You look back towards him with a slight tilt of your head, “Camping?”

Jisung nods and opens his door, shutting it behind him to run around the front of the car to open your own door. “Camping.”

You give him a soft smile and place your feet onto the soft dirt and dry leaf covered ground. Taking in a deep breath, you can smell the earthy aroma around you, the slight moisture in the air amplifying the evergreen scent.

Jisung takes the luggages out of the trunk of his car and brings them up to the doorstep of the trailer. He fishes out his phone from his pocket to find the email with the instructions. He inputs the number into the trailer’s electronic keypad lock. With a chime, the door unlocks.

This time, you grab onto your backpack and luggage and bring it into the trailer before Jisung can. Inside the trailer is a lot more spacious than you would have thought looking at it from the outside. A lot of the trailer was furnaced with warm-colored wood stains and white accents. The full-sized bed at the far end was against a large window. Outside the window was the beautiful view of the wooded area outside. Tall moss covered trees with branches that stretched and loomed far above, a small creek a couple of ways out, and a glimpse of the outdoor shower behind the trailer.

It felt like a cozy woodsy getaway. It was perfect.

“Did I do good?” Jisung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around the smallest part of your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder.

You lean your weight against him and he supports it. “What is this for?”

“Mmm,” He hums and flashes a gummy smile at you. “Fall Asleep Under the Stars.”

You spent the day playing games provided by the company who hosted the trailer campers with Jisung. You played chess, which didn’t go too well. You knew the basics of chess, what pieces did what, but you didn’t know too much about strategy. Jisung, however, was both knowledgeable and competitive. He didn’t let you win, but he did demand a kiss whenever he took a piece of yours off the board, so you didn’t mind at all.

For dinner, you had some ramyun that you boiled in a pot above the firepit provided in front of the trailer. The sun set overhead and soon the both of you were getting ready for bed.

You tug some sleeping shorts under your oversized t shirt and messily tie your hair up in a bun. When you leave the small toilet room, you find Jisung already in bed, sitting up against the wall, the book you were reading before open in his lap. When you take a couple of steps, your feet’s soft thuds alert Jisung of your presence. His brown eyes leave the book immediately to fall on you as his hand pats the spot in bed beside him.

With a huge smile on your face, you easily slip in under the covers, back against the wall to mimic his position, head on his shoulder. The large window gives view to the eerily calm forest, full moon peeking above the tops of the trees. You give a sigh, feeling at ease with Jisung’s arms around you.

“Oh,” You tilt your head a little to get a better view of the night sky, “We can see the stars!”

Jisung nods and points at a specific star cluster, “That right there is Lupus.”

You squint your eyes, trying to make out what he was pointing at.

Jisung laughs and glances at you from the corner of his eyes, “You can’t see it, can you?”

You give him a sort of apologetic smile and shake your head, “No, but I want to!” You get on your knees and hands, crawling across his legs to get closer to the window. You press your hands on the glass pane, craning your head up at the sky.

Jisung joins you and points in the same direction. “Right there,” He observes your face, so close to the window, the moonlight on your face; he wants to commit this moment to his memory. He gets close to the window and breathes onto the window, causing it to fog up. With one eye closed, he takes his index finger and with the very tip of it, he presses it against the glass, right where he sees the stars that make up the constellation. “Look,” He places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to the correct perspective. “Do you see it?”

You look through the window, doing your best to match your perspective with Jisung’s to see with how the stars he dotted on the window were. You squint your eyes for a couple of seconds, focusing your vision when you see it. “Oh, I do! I do see it, Jisung!”

Jisung smiles at you, then falls back onto the mattress, his hands behind his head while he watches the night sky. “That’s one of my favorite constellations.”

The stars reflect in your eyes, wide as you stare at the constellation for a moment longer. The room is quiet as Jisung’s eyes fall onto your form, absolutely enthralled by how perfect the night was. Finally, you join him back on the bed, fitting yourself against his side, head resting on his chest. “Any reason why?”

Jisung stares back up at Lupus. “I like to think that’s Chan watching over me.”

“Is Chan the friend that your tattoo on your back is for?” Your eyes look up at him, trying to tread carefully on the subject. He’s mentioned it once or twice before and you’ve gathered from what limited information he’s given you as well as how tense the air gets that whoever Chan was meant a lot to Jisung.

Jisung gives you a lopsided smile, one that that’s a little sad, tugging down at the corner of his lips. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t change the subject, and if you could read Jisung’s mind, he’d tell you: Keep going, ask another question, I’m ready to talk about it.

“What was he like?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, daring not to disturb the atmosphere that allowed him to open up. Like if you were to move or if you were to talk too loud, something in the air would shatter and Jisung would pull away and keep that side of himself tucked away for the next time he felt vulnerable enough to share.

“Chan was my brother– well, no. Not my brother,” Jisung bit on the inside of his cheek, struggling to find the correct words to say. “Not by blood anyway. I have an older brother, but Channie was more of a brother than my actual brother. Not that my brother was a bad brother, just… Chan was different. He was my best friend.”

“How old were you when you met him?”

“Sixteen,” Jisung’s smile is small, recalling one of his best friends. “I was such a little shit,” Inwardly, he cringes, but he chuckles softly. “But Chan… He saw something in me that I didn’t know was there.”

You stay quiet to let him continue on, observing the miniscule movements in his face. Small twitches of his lips, the way his eyes would seem like they lost focus, presumably lost in a memory.

“I like to think that I just didn’t know how to channel all the pent up energy I had. I never knew what to put my efforts into. Everything just seemed so… arbitrary. The more I was expected to do something, the more I just didn’t want to. Teen angst I guess.” Jisung’s hand subconsciously falls to your back, lazily drawing shapes with the tips of his fingers overthe fabric of your shirt. “He asked me one day, ‘Jisung, what do you like?’” He imitates his friend, pitching his voice a little higher and even putting on an Australian accent. “At the time, I told him I liked anime and music.” Jisung grins, “He told me that I should try and draw, so I did. It wasn’t good, but Channie still kept it and said he’d sell it one day after the anime or manga I made would become really popular.”

“So, was he the one that got you into music?”

Jisung nods, “Yeah. After I got into music, I just… I was a better person. I felt like I had purpose and I could stop pretending to be something people wanted me to be.”

“How did you guys meet?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s not as embarrassing as you think it is.”

“Okay… well. I met him at a chess meet up at the park.”

“Chess?”

“Yeah, I was a really nerdy kid. Definitely not as cool as I am now.” He looks at you with a fake smug look. “Chan won and said something in English in this Australian accent and I told him I thought he was really cool.”

Jisung grows quiet and it’s become a little awkward; a little tense. There was something looming in the air that was begging to be spoken.

“Wh-what happened to him, Ji?” You stutter, feeling apprehensive about his answer.

“I think,” He pauses to swallow a lump in his throat. “I think Chan was lonely. I mean, we were all friends with him. Changbin, Lee know, Seungmin, too. But I think that wasn’t enough.” He shakes his head quickly, “No– Sorry. I told myself I would stop saying and thinking that way.” Jisung chokes up a little, his voice wavering slightly. Jisung pauses, both to regain his composure, but also to gather his thoughts. “I think even in crowded rooms, Chan felt lonely.”

Your eyebrows knit together and tears start to sting the corner of your eyes.

Jisung sighs, loud, heavily, and slowly. The silence is truly deafening; the longer it goes on, the more Jisung’s expression cracks. Eventually, his brows furrow, eyes staring off somewhere out the window as he bites his lower lip to choke back the sobs, tears staining his face.

You’re unsure at what point it happened, but the fabric of Jisung’s shirt on his chest has grown damp with your own tears.

“He always encouraged me to keep going. He always told me that life wasn’t always a straight path. Sometimes we take detours, but if we stick to it, we’ll get to where we want to be.”

You lean up on your elbow and wipe the tears away with the pad of your thumb.

Jisung reaches for your wrist to stop you and instead, he wipes his face with the back of his arm. “I just wish he took his own advice.”

Your lower lip trembles and you drape your body on top of his, holding onto him tightly. Jisung places his hands around you, fingers clenching at your shirt. His sobs are thunderous, strong enough to shake his whole body; a stark opposite of the calm atmosphere outside.

It makes you wonder, has Jisung ever talked to anyone about this?

In truth, this was a pain that Jisung shared with his friends, but no one truly knew how he felt outside of that circle. So when he finally talked about it with you, he felt like the floodgates opened, he felt just a release of emotions that was so overwhelming, all he could do was cry and sob. His cries pierce through your soul, pulling at the strings of your heart. His pain is so strong and you can’t help but squeeze him tight, to let him know that you’re there for him and if his pain is anything like yours… You squeeze him tight to let him know that he’s still here, physically, persevering, fighting.

After what felt like forever, Jisung’s shoulders cease their shaking, his breath in his lungs is more stable, the tears on both of your faces now dry. You resume your position by his side, head resting delicately on his chest. You stay quiet, listening to the air in his lungs, paying attention to the rise and fall of his chest. When his breathing slows and becomes even, you assume he’s fallen asleep.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jisung.”

When there’s no response, you close your eyes, certain that he’s asleep, almost relieved that he is.

“I am, too.” Jisung presses you closer to him before falling into a deep slumber.

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boydepartment · 11 months

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Okay 🧈 anon back again with another riki request 😘

Consider this, a fair date with riki. But like your not sure if it's a date date yk? (I think I'm stuck on the friends to lovers trope atm) And you're not sure where you stand with riki. Neither of you have brought it up but friends definitely don't cuddle up on the couch like you guys do when you watch movies and friends don't spoon you the way riki likes to when he spends the night. And when you get to the fair there's a lot of people of course and riki insists on holding hands 'so you don't get separated'.

Maybe he plays a bunch of games and gives you the prizes. Or there's a ride you're scared to go on but fearless riki convinces you and holds your hand tight and sure he teases you for being scared of a kid ride but he also gives you a hug afterward and tells you you're brave. Maybe maybe you ride the ferris wheel once it gets dark and all the lights are on and it's all twinkly and pretty and riki still holds your hand despite there being absolutely no chance of you two being separated in the confined space of the gondola and he brushes back your hair and tells you you're pretty and kisses you 😖😖😖😖😖😖

Sorry that was kind of long 😅...of course you can pick and chose what you want from this. I just would like something along these lines pls 💕

I LOVED WRITING THIS! IM SORRY BUTTER THAT IT TOOK A BIT :< I GOT A LIL SICK AS YOU KNOW! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!! I TRIED MY BEST! <3 ILY!

The View- Nishimura Riki x Reader

MASTERLIST warnings- none wc- 1.2k

Your relationship with Riki was very interesting. You both have known each other forever. You both have spent late nights on the couch playing video games, watching movies, and watching random YouTube videos. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t find yourself staring at his lips a little too long. He would tease you saying something stupid like, “ohhhh you wanna kiss me so bad.” You would deny it and call him a loser. But, in reality, you wanted to kiss him. Part of you felt like you needed to for your mental health. But that was just you being overdramatic.

For your graduation Riki wanted to take you to a fair, it was a big accomplishment and he said he wanted to show you how proud he was of you. The night before you offered to have him sleep over, which he very much agreed to. You both ended up cuddling for the millionth time that night. What was different is that you noticed Riki would trace little shapes on your hands as his breath slowed and he relaxed. You leaned into him, and you heard a small chuckle escape his lips. It made your stomach churn like a ton of wild rats trying to escape you. You knew you were head over heels in love with him. You were in love with Nishimura Riki- your best friend, someone your parents trusted enough to let him sleep over, someone who you trust with everything, someone who you didn’t want to lose.

The next day when you guys got to the fair, Riki noticed there was a ton of people.

“Busy day today huh?” You laughed nervously; you weren’t big on crowds. Riki looked down at you.

“Everyone graduates around the same time, so it makes sense.” He said and smiled down at you, he patted your head. When you guys got into the fair, he started to REALLY notice that it was crowded. If you got lost, you could probably easily find him, but there is no way he could find you.

“Here.” Riki said and grabbed your hand, your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up at him.

“So, you don’t get lost.” Riki said and smirked down at you, you found yourself rolling your eyes, you were not going to complain though.

“What do you wanna do first?” You asked looking up at him, he looked down at you.

“Y/n this is YOUR day!” He grinned at you, “you choose.”

You looked around and led him to the prizes, “can you win me something?”

Riki looked at you and contemplated, “I dunno can I? Hmmmm lemme see!” He put money in the machine in exchange for coins. Then he found the basketball game. He was a little nervous because if he lost then he would lose the chance to impress you. Fair games were also KNOWN to be rigged, so this was WAY more nerve-racking, than he was letting on.

“I believe in you Riki!” You said, your heart was full as you cheered him on. You meant to help, but this just made him more nervous.

He shot a couple of baskets and missed. He had one more chance to win you something, he glanced down at you and saw your eyes practically sparkling at him- for him. He took a deep breath. You were watching him, he looked so focused, you thought it was adorable how hard Riki was trying to win you something.

Riki took his last shot and actually got it in, you cheered and jumped on his arm, “you did it Riki!”

He ended up winning you the small prize, but it didn’t matter to you, what made you happy is that Riki got you something. It didn’t matter how big or expensive said gift was.

“The stuffed animal kinda looks like you.” Riki teased you, he kept his hand on your small backpack, you felt the weight of it, and it made your heart happy.

“Riki this is literally a snail.” You looked up at him, laughing.

“And?” He teased again and nudged you. You rolled your eyes and put the stuffed animal in his face.

“You’re the worst.”

As you guys walked around more, you both got some crazy fair foods, like the deep-fried Oreos and different odd drinks. You laughed when Riki accidentally spilled on himself, little did you know, he spilled because he kept looking at how your eyes lit up when you saw the different attractions in the distance. After your drinks you guys continued on your walk.

“Holy shit I haven’t been on the swings in years.” Riki looked up at the attraction. Your stomach twisted, this time in a bad way. It may be a kids ride however; you didn’t like being high up at all. You actually despised it. He turned to you, “can we go on it? Please?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to be a buzzkill you nodded. You were nervous in line, fidgeting and looking around.

“Y/n?” Riki said, you looked up at him and hummed.

“Are you scared?” He asked, you shook your head no. Riki gave you a look.

“You haven’t let go of my hand since we got in line, and I don’t think you can get lost in line.” He said smugly and lifted your intertwined hands.

“I’m… I’m just not good with heights.” You looked away nervously.

“You’ll be fiiiine, I promise.” Riki said, you nodded and looked down, “here.” He lifted your hands again and kissed the back of your hands, “I wouldn’t go on a ride with you that would put you in danger.”

THAT DID NOT HELP YOUR NERVES AT ALL.

Needless to say, the ride was fun, and you felt embarrassed for being so scared to go on it. You laughed as your hair would get in your face and Riki would be making jokes left and right. When you got off Riki was right next to you.

“Yooou are so braaaave!” Riki said and hugged you from behind, he lifted you up slightly and shook you. You yelped and started giggling.

“Riki stoppp!” You laughed.

You guys’ continued walking, Riki letting you lead so you could pick the next ride. He kept your hand in his. In his other hand he was changing his wallpaper to you on the swings. He thought you looked really pretty even with your hair in your face. Riki could still see his favorite smile in the picture and that is what's important to him.

Getting brave, and the fact you have never been on a ferris wheel, you got in line to try it.

When Riki saw where you had led him, he smiled, “not scared anymore?”

“Shut up.” You nudged him. He chuckled and threw his head back.

When you guys got in the ferris wheel it was dark, it would make the high up view a little less scary for you. You were thankful for that.

Riki kept his hand on yours and you looked at them.

“Oh, are you scared now?” You teased him, Riki looked down at your hands.

“Nah, I just don’t want to let go of you.” He spoke, your jaw dropped, and you looked away from him quickly. Teasing him BACKFIRED. You tried to calm your heart rate down looking out at the city lights. It truly was a beautiful view, you still felt his hand in yours. Your hands were probably sweaty too….

Riki also looked away and he started beating himself up for saying something as stupid as that. You probably thought he was weird now! And his hands are SO SWEATY RIGHT NOW!

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes focused on the lights around you. The city was always beautiful to you, he knew you loved the view. He loved his view too.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him.

“Do I have a bug in my hair?” You asked, he shook his head no.

“You’re just so pretty.”

Your jaw opened slightly again, being surprised at how bold he is being with you at the moment. He put his free hand on your cheek.

“Tell me right now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched, “you can kiss me.”

Riki grinned, “do you want me to though?”

You nodded, “yeah I do…”

Riki bit back his smile as he leaned in and finally kissed you.

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bulletproof-arista · 2 years

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Headcanon that Will has lots of raw strength for no reason. Cause come on, he has a surfer body despite not being a fighter. Like it would be downright comedic how strong he is, kind of like Yor from Spy x Family!

Will has a tendency to playfully punch people when they make a joke or say something particularly funny. Except that the fun would always die down real quick cause ouch his punches hurt a little bit too much to be considered as playful punches.

The Ares cabin is hosting an arm wrestling match. When Will joins in, they can’t help but laugh. Like come on, the head healer in an arm wrestling match against a bunch of macho kids? He’s up against Sherman, and five seconds in Will smashes the son of Ares’ against the table. Him being insecure is convinced that Sherman went easy on him just to mock him, but Sherman’s like “yeah…sure…but like can you check over my hand pls I think u broke smth…”

After overworking himself at the infirmary, he is officially banned from the place for at least a week. Now that he’s not on healing duty anymore, Will is forced to participate in capture the flag. Before the game, Kayla brings him to the armory and asks him to choose a weapon. Will waves her off and tells her he won’t need any of it. True to his words, he eliminated the other players simply by punching them in the gut or decking them. By the end of the night, there was a bunch of groaning campers trudging to the infirmary asking for some ice for their bruises. So much so that Will had to intervene to help the packed infirmary, and he did so with a smug smile.

After another capture the flag game (in which Will didn’t have to participate in, thank gods), a few campers ended up passing out. Kayla and Austin offer to bring stretchers, but Will’s like “nah I got this”, then proceeds to throw two (2) campers over his shoulders (one each), and grab two (2) other campers in his arms (one each). And then walks away like it’s nothing.

(The only reason they didn’t fall off from his shoulders is thanks to their broadness.)

One day, the dock got destroyed for some reason. During the reconstruction, some campers volunteered to help, including Will and Nico. Their job is to bring materials from the big house all the way to the lake. Will is casually holding a near 300 pounds pillar over his shoulder, while Nico is holding two boxes full of rocks. Halfway through their journey to the lake, Nico abruptly stops. “What’s wrong?” Will asks, not a drop of sweat in sight. Meanwhile Nico is panting hard and fully drenched in sweat. “W-wait, let’s take a break-” he wheezes. “Oh! You’re tired? Here, let me help!” Will smiles, then proceeds to somehow grab the two boxes with ONE (1) arm. Nico is staring at him like he grew a second head. Will, oblivious to the feat he just accomplished, tilts his head. “Do you want me to give you a piggy ride? Here, grab onto my back!”

Safe to say Will Solace is one hell of an interesting specimen.

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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hi mya <3 i hope you’re having a great day! request for eddie plz for a blurb uhhhh seeing him get off stage at the hideout after corroded coffin just finished playing for the first time :) remember to eat something babes!

warnings; fluff, mention of drugs

pairing; eddie munson x fem!reader

author’s note; first piece for eddie, hope this is what you wanted. hope you’re eating as well as everyone else reading <3 pls continue to send things in before my requests close.

It smells thick of cigarettes, and various assortments of alcohol. Ears seemingly still ringing from being center with the loud amp that was a viral connection to Eddie’s guitar. Backstage awaiting to congratulate him for all he’d accomplished tonight.

The turn out was close to fifty people— greater than what Eddie thought but less than he’d hoped. He couldn’t catch himself complaining though, for his biggest fan was there and that was the only turn out he could’ve wished for.

He looked like a fucking rockstar— everything that encompasses one. From the sweaty curls that framed his face and forehead, to the hooped earrings, to the cut sleeveless shirt revealing his painted tattoos, and the running, supposedly ‘waterproof black eyeliner’, under his contrasting soft brown eyes— merely making him all the more enticing.

He’s on an adrenaline high, still shouting upon bursting through the backstage door. An array of treats waiting for Corroded Coffin in celebration of this being their first performance, something that you took part in. He appreciated that you paid attention to detail, and that you partook in anything he was interested in. Leaving small traces of yourself in plentiful ways.

“Holy shit, that was insane!” Eddie’s outburst is making your cheeks dimple, forming a grin out of complete bliss for your boyfriend. One of the few things that puts a smile on his face— his band, his girl, D&D, and sometimes the occasional drug here and there. He trampled you in the most anticipated hug, smothering you in affection and his excessive perspiration, all whilst backing you into a corner.

The others chat amongst themselves, and all Eddie can do is talk your ear off about how it was everything he expected and more.

“Did so good, Eds.”

“Think so sweet girl?”

Jesus, you can’t help but feel like you’re about to melt in two— like putty. His voice is so saccharine and raspy from yelling into a microphone half the night. One arm is fisted into the wall above your head, giving him balance and the other has his hand cupping your face, thumb toying with your bottom lip.

Oh, how he missed those infamous lips.

“I know so, was screaming every word.”

“Yeah? My number one fan huh?”

He’s speaking softly through a grin that he can’t contain, corners of his mouth pulling outward so tightly; smiling so long that smile lines became all the more evident. Truth be told, the chaotic mess of being on stage for the first time doesn’t compare to the high he’s on now being with you.

And you’d agree from the sensuous man peering down at you.

“Course’ Eds, always.”

Eddie thanks you for simply your presence by pressing an open mouth quick kiss to your lips— it’s gentle and as delicate as can be. For he fears if he were to allow himself to go any further he wouldn’t be able to control himself, considering so there are other people.

“S’gonna’ be even better next time, baby.”

“Can’t get any better.”

“Long as I’ve got you.”

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thehopelessromanticclub · 8 months

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A DATE IN THE ER?

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre : fluff, established relationship, domestic au

Word count : 1.3k

Summary : You have a date at the roller skating park with him teaching you how to skate. But what wasn’t the part of the plan was, you ending up in the ER

Author’s note : I actually got the inspiration to write this from a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt. Pls do check out their account. They have grt writing prompts.

Y/N’s POV

”Do you wanna go roller skate?” As badly as I wanted to say YES, I couldn’t. Why? Because I don’t know how to roller skate. As simple as that. I always wanted to learn how to roller skate. But I never really had the chance to actually go and learn. Or maybe I did. Except for the part where I spent the entire lesson just sitting in the corner because I was afraid of falling. I know, I know life is all about falling and getting up. But A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!! that too for a week!? Nah!!! Not a huge fan. It was like that one Buy 1 Get 1 Free offer that no one ever wanted to avail.

But guess what did I say….

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Well, what else do you expect me to do when he’s asking me with those lethal puppy eyes. They have the power to melt the coldest heart, let alone me.

so here I was, on my way to skating rink with a human-in-a-bunny-form boyfriend beside me hopping on his two hind legs unable to contain his excitement, narrating all those scenarios where, if I happened to fall, he’ll come to my rescue, and how we can stare at each other and fall in love all over again. As romantic as that sounds, I couldn’t beat the fear in my heart of falling and embarrassing myself in front of him. Author’s POV “Jungkook-ah, do we really have to do this?” You begged tugging on his oversized denim jacket. “Is something wrong?” He diverted all his attention towards you.

“I think I’m having a heart attack!” You stated clutching the right side of your chest adamant on gaining his sympathy and getting out of this place.

“As far as I remember my anatomy class, heart is towards the left side of the chest, and yes, we are doing roller skating.” He said placing your hand on the left side of your chest earning a glare from you. He is one stubborn boss baby. Once he has his mind set to something, he’s gonna do it no matter what.

“Come, let me help you with your laces. I don’t want you falling. I mean I don’t mind you falling for me tho.” He winks at you with a flirty smile lingering on his lips earning an eye roll from you. This boy, he never missed the opportunity to flirt with you. You almost believed that he has dual personality. At times he is all shy and red, and sometimes he is so cocky that he makes you a blushing mess. But that’s why you fell for him in the first place.

He was a mess. A chaotic mess. A happy mess. An emotional mess. A beautiful mess. That’s one thing you knew for sure.

“Come let’s go to the skating rink while there’s still less people.” He guides you to the skating rink hand in hand. Another thing you loved about him. He always made sure you were cared for and loved for. His hand never left yours. They always somehow made their way towards each other. Gravitating towards each other. Happily and married.

Time skip

“Y/N, can you stop sticking your butt out?”

“Fine, I’m trying okay?

It’s not like I was born a pro at it.”

“I know, but you look like a new born who’s learning how to walk.” He giggled trying his best to hold his laughter as he has been doing for the past 20 mins. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, now let’s try roller skating without holding hands.” He stated, having enough confidence in your skills.

“No no no, don’t let go of my hands kookie.”

“I won’t. Ever. But trust me in this, okay?” He uttered giving your hands a squeeze before letting them go.

“Slow and steady. Each stride at a time. Okay?” He instructed watching each and every one of your step closely.

“I think I’ve got it…” you say, a victory smile making its way onto your face. Proud of what you’ve accomplished. Not a huge feat of course, but for you it was. You almost gave up on the whole idea of learning roller skating. Little did you know, all you had to do was ask your boyfriend out on a roller skating date!

“See, that’s my girl.”

your confidence grew in each stride you took, until it turned into overconfidence and next thing you know is reaching your hand out to grab Jungkook’s but they never met. Like that one forbidden love story, where the couple are destined to be together but their fates had a different say.

The last thing you remember is hitting your head on the railing and a worried Jungkook asking you to wake up.

You wanted to wake up, but your eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own. They felt so heavy. You wanted to sleep so bad. Just 1 min of sleep. Time skip

you struggle to open your eyes, due to the harsh lighting’s hitting on your face. And the throbbing sensation on your forehead wasn’t helping at all. And the smell of disinfectants tingling your sensory receptors was the cherry on top.

As soon as you open your eyes, you see white ceilings, white lights…everything’s white and a face. Jungkook’s face.

“Am I in heaven? Even the angels look like Jungkook.” Confusion was all around your face

“Hey Y/N!!! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you recognise me?” He bombards you with questions one after another.

“Jungkook? Am I in a hospital?”

“Yes, baby. Omg I was so worried.” He says slumping down on a chair, tears rolling out of his eyes one after another.

“Hey Kookie, it’s fine. Look at me, I’m totally fine, well of course except the bump on my forehead.”

“No you’re not. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You told me not to take you to the rink in the first place and I still did. If only had I listened to you, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“No, come here.” You give him a hug.

“Look, I know at first I was hesitant to go there, guess what thanks to you I finally learned at least how to stride in wheels right? Something that I never could’ve achieved my whole life on my own. But thanks to my boyfriend, I did it. Even if I had the chance to start over this day all over again, I would still go down the same path. That’s for sure.”

“Really?” He finally looks up, his face all flushed due to sobbing.

“And not everyone gets to spend a date in the ER you know. That’s definitely something worth telling our children.” He blushes at the mention of your future together.

“Do you have any idea how worried i was when you hit your head. What if you forgot about me like they show in movies. Just the thought itself is terrifying.”

“Dumbo, it wasn’t that big of a fall. And even if by the slightest chance, I end up forgetting you, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you again. For every lifetime.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

“I guess, it is.”

Just as you were about to lean in and kiss, you were interrupted by a resident on your case.

“Ms. Y/N, we are getting your discharge papers ready. I’ll prescribe you some pain meds and as for the bump on your forehead from the trauma, it will resolve on its own.”

“Thank you doc.” You both say to the resident.

“And yeah, one more thing, I would be really obliged if you love birds, could respect us singles here.” With that he left, leaving you and Jungkook foolishly laughing at how the entire date turned out.

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If you r still taking requests headcanons for superfam yandere pls ? 💙❤💛

Yeah! I sure can do that! You are the first one asking for them so congratulations and thank you!

Even though I've mentioned I'll be just writing about Jon and Clark Kent but I'll add other family members as well for some specific headcanons like this one. But please, dear anon, remember to send a more specific request if you want to send requests in the future!

(Gif my unknown)

Out of all people a family welcomed you with open arms, and your life changed ever since...

It all started when you met Jon at the Wayne Manor. You were Duke's childhood friend, and now you helped him and Tim to upgrade their fighting techniques. As a young well-known champion in martial arts, and a person that didn't want to get involved with hero work but still wanted to help who saved the day, you were an accomplished person in their late teen years.

You bumped into the boy and oh God wasn't he the cutest thing you had ever seen? The 10-year-old boy stared at you with his large blue eyes, stunned as you apologized for being careless as you patted his head smiling at the feeling of his bouncy curls. Damian had to smack the boy to make him get back to reality.

"The name is Jon!" He said loudly as he shook hands with you, squeezing your hand tightly. "Nice to meet you, Jon, I've heard about you...you must be Damian's best friend right?" "We just patrol togetherrrrrr!" Damian said, annoyed with how it was obvious that he and Jon were close. "I'm Y/N...I do apologize for not seeing you here..." you were going to continue talking when Duke called for you, so you left Jon and his friend alone with a quick apology, not knowing what was going on in Jon's mind.

After that Jon would show up in the manor whenever you were there, following you around with a big silly smile on his face, asking you to teach him how to fight as well. After telling you his father had allowed it you accepted, now having the boy stick to your side, all the time, poor Damian had to pull him out of the dojo to make him snap out of the trance he was in or Jon was going to babble about everything and anything while you instructed him. But you didn't mind that at all, Jon was so cute and energetic that you enjoyed spending your days with him.

"Y/N you know Thanksgiving is close right?" Jon said as he floated in the air "Yeah?" "My mom said you should come to spend Thanksgiving with us!" He said as he opened his arms, hitting your head with the back of his hand accidentally "Oh sorry sorry sorry!" Jon was quick to hug your head while he still floated, making you chuckle "I'm fine, but if you keep squeezing my neck like this I'll suffocate!" Jon let go of you, waiting for your reaction to what he had said "I didn't know you had told about me to your mother Jon..." you said, teasing the boy, you liked your privacy and you had told him before that he shouldn't tell everything about you to his family, he babbled a lot, so it was not possible for him to be a secretive person. He shyly would nod, making you chuckle "I'll think about it" "Yay!"

But the truth was far from what you had thought, the invitation was planned, and it was going to be the first step of you meeting the Kents. Kents knew you way before Jon had met you in person, Clark had his eyes on you since the time you had helped Kara in one of the few missions you were involved in. At first, it was just interesting to Clark to keep an eye on you from time to time, you two even had met before and shared some good conversations. It was just a simple friendship between the man of steel and you, or it was what Clark thought before Jon met you as well.

Lios and Karen found it cute how Jon talked of you as if you were an angel from above. Kara even had teased Jon about having a crush on you to which the boy had yelled "NOT AT ALL THEY'RE JUST MY FRIEND!" Every day that passed the family got more intrested in meeting you, you were strong and charming, and Jon loved being close to you, so, Lios like the good mother she was, helped his son to plan about having you meet the family, and what excuse was better than the upcoming Thanksgiving? And you had taken the bait.

How did you manage to survive Jon's tackle hug when you showed up in front of Kent's house is still a mystery, the boy nearly crushed your bones when he squeezed you in delight. That was when you met Clark's gaze again, those deep blue eyes gleaming as you smiled at him. The family seemed to be happy having you there, they were pretty decent and nice for a family of superheroes.

"It was good to meet you Y/N," Clark said as he shook hands with you, his large hand dwarfing yours. "I enjoyed your company as well Mr. Kent, thank you for inviting me!" "Oh please! Call me Clark, feel free to come back whenever you want!" "Can you come back tomorrow?" Jon aid as his head popped out of his room's window, he was listening, in fact, everyone in the house was listening to your conversation. "No Jonny, you know coming to your place takes a lot of time!" You gently scolded your student, making him pout. "What about the weekend?" Clark asked, surprising you. You looked at him, humming to yourself. "I would bother you-" "You are no bother dear...we enjoy having you around." Your heart melted at those words, "I try to..." Clark smiled as he squeezed your hand tighter.

From that night you were going back and forth between metropolis and Gotham, meeting the Kents every week. Thankfully your job gave you excuses to explain your trips to metropolis, you were getting used to meeting The Kents and they had started to root for you so hard that those roots had become unshakable before you could even notice. How could you? You enjoyed yourself so much when you were with them that you couldn't even tell. How could you tell Clark had asked Bruce to make your job require to stay in metropolis? You worked for Bruce after all! How could you tell that the Kents watched after you without you even noticing? There was no chance of you guessing what was behind those innocent smiles and hugs?

Lois treated you like you were Jon's sibling, pampering scolding you if necessary. You got used to her food quickly that eating out seemed dull to you. Just the way she smiled at you when she told you to turn around so she could see if the sweater she had knitted for you fit you well enough or not made your heart warm. Karen was the aunt you never had, along with Kara, they two dragged you around wherever they went, making you feel like you were a part of their family from the start. Bizzaro was like a cute puppy, but one the size of a tank who could crush you with using just his fingers, he liked to solve puzzles with you or have you read him stories. Krypto liked to join in as well and you had to deal with "trying to not wake them both up challenge" when they fell asleep next to you. Conner found you fascinating, he had so many things to learn and you were there to help him whenever he needed help. You both made good pancakes, well, before he got good at making them he has blew the whole kitchen a few times. Clark, oh Clark was obsessed from the beginning, but you didn't mind, how could you refuse his fatherly affection? The time you spent together working on the farm was the best moment of your life. He was fun to talk to and he always listened when you needed to talk, you had opened up to him quicker than the others, besides Jon, who followed you around like a duckling.

It was nice, too nice to be real actually. And the fun ended when you had told them you were going to leave the country.

"What?" Clark asked as his eyes widened, "You know Mr.Kent, sometimes people should leave their lives behind to make better ones, you always had told me that!" Clark hated it when you used his surname "But I didn't mean it like you leaving everything you have built here behind!" "I don't have anything here..." you sighed, "What about us?" Clark said as he walked to you "Us?" You asked, now confused "Yes! What about us! Me! Lois, Jon, Kara, conner, everyone! You are going to leave your friends behind?" You mentally winced at hearing that "I have to keep my reputation as a champion Mr.Kent...I can't risk losing it right now...my future depends on it!"

Clark couldn't believe his ears, now that everything was going to settle down and get better, you were going to leave them? He had started planning to find a place for you close to his family so he could keep an on you all the time, and now you were talking about a future without him and his family evolved? He couldn't have that! You could get harmed when he's not there to help you, he loved you like you were his child! How could he let you go?

He talked to his family about your decision, making everyone go through a turmoil of sadness, you knew they wouldn't like it, that was why you just had told Clark so he could share this with his family. And they didn't accept it the way you had expected.

Everything seemed normal, and it was strange to you. None of them acknowledged the fact that you were going to leave. And if you had reminded them about it they would just say they "knew" about it, you didn't suspect anything, thinking they had finally accepted it, and it ease your mind, but you didn't know what was going to come.

You were driving to the airport in hurry, Kara had talked on the phone for too long, and it had distracted you. Your flight would leave in half an hour and you were not there to check-in! Your mind was filled with worried thoughts about your journey, not noticing the truck coming your way and missing some of its tires, hitting your car and making it fall off the road, the sheer power of the blow you had had your head making you black out.

You woke up, in pain. Finding yourself in the white room of a hospital. You had a hard time remembering what had happened, but thankfully Clark and Lois were there to help you. You had teared up seeing them, Hugging Clark's arm as he shushed you, the fear you had felt during the accident now breaking loose. Your both legs were broken several times, and one of your wrists was like that as well, you had lost your chance for chasing your dream, but thankfully Kents and Waynes were there to help you. Lois insisted on taking care of you herself while you were in the hospital, convincing you to let them build a new portion of the house of them so you could move in with them. They were there for you tending to your every need, Clark even surprised you by saying that he and Lois had adopted you even if you were an adult already. This way you could be a part of their family so you wouldn't feel left out. It was all a nightmare ending in a sweet dream, or so it seemed...

Your mind was incapable of remembering Superman's figure in your car's mirror, as he held a metallic bar in hand. Later the police report would say the tires were pierced by something hard like metal and it had made the truck lose its balance and hit your car, but the report never get to you. Clark had taken care of it.

#blue answers #yandere super family #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere super boy #yandere jon kent #yandere Lois lane #yandere karen starr #yandere kara zor-el #yandere power girl #yandere supergirl #yandere conner kent #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere krypto

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Here's another short ficlet, this time for Leshy since there isn't much Leshy love out there. He's a good little worm

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The One Who Mourns

“Leader, you seem like you’re stressed. Is something the matter?”

The leafed worm heard a familiar voice ask. Most of his followers would wait to be talked to since his loss of eyesight, but not them. This follower was always making sure he was okay. Making sure things were still being taken care of.

They’ve always been like that since they joined his sect of The Old Faith years ago. They were never afraid to ask him things or to chat. Their smile was always a welcome sight to Leshy until he lost his vision. Since then they made time to help him with menial tasks and keep things in line at the temple of his sect.

“The red crown defeated another of my high priests.” He commented. “I fear I must step in soon in order to stop them from advancing further.”

“But… what if… what if the red crown defeats you too? What will happen to us here?” He couldn’t see them anymore, but he could hear them fidget slightly as their words laced with worry.

He knew that that was a possibility. He would be using the power he had left in order to stop that lamb in their tracks, but what if he didn’t succeed? What would happen to his other followers?

“That’s… something I’ve thought about… yes…” he turned his head downward towards the approximate place he could feel their presence, crouching in order to at least try to be smaller in order to comfort his loyal follower. “If that were to happen, I would want you to take care of this place. Don’t allow my name to die with my body and soul. You are my most loyal follower… and what I’m going to do… I would never want you to suffer. So please… my most loyal… promise me that if it comes down to it, you will continue to be loyal even after I am gone.”

There was a pause, soon followed by a choked back sob. “You sound… so absolute in your words.”

Leshy let out a soundless sigh and extended a hand carefully towards them. He let it hover before a smaller pair of hands took it in their own and brought it closer to themselves, pressing their forehead to his palm “but if that’s what you request… I’ll follow your request faithfully.”

A pang of sadness struck the bishop. The possibility of never talking again felt worse than anything he had faced up to that point. They never realized it up to that point, but their most loyal follower being upset by his words yet still promising to follow them hurt him as badly as when he lost his eyesight. He could feel the sting of ichor around what used to be his eyes. He hadn't been able to cry for years yet here he was, upset that they were upset.

His siblings always said he was weaker than themselves when it came to emotional connection, yet that’s why people followed him. He was willing to be vulnerable around his followers before they lost their brother to greed and power. He was always the bishop getting into trickery and prankster trouble. Always fun loving and full of joy. Yet as he felt their sobs against his palm, it dawned on him how much he had changed.

“My most loyal follower… Please don’t cry. There’s no need for such sadness while I’m still around.” He carefully moved his hand to wipe a tear with his thumb. “How about we take some time to enjoy the time we have? You can show me around the new additions to the temple or maybe you would like to go gather flowers from the woods beyond? They’re in full bloom this time of year, are they not?”

He took to bringing them close before starting to walk again. “Those who mourn early miss out on remembering the good of the past and present as they fear for the future and probable outcomes. When the time comes for you to pass on you would rather be celebrated for your accomplishments, yes?”

“W-well yes.. but-“

“Then, my most loyal follower, let’s celebrate what time is left. Mourning has its place, but that is neither here nor there and definitely not the time for that. Until it is time for me to depart, let us take the time to celebrate, the stress will disappear, I promise.”

Their follower was silent, but nodded, wiping more tears away. “I… I suppose so. How about I tell you about those new temple additions?”

“I would want nothing more at the moment.”

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“The Red Crown comes for the chain I guard.” Leshy declared to the followers that gathered. “In order to stop them I must use every fragment of power I have left. In order to access that power, a great sacrifice must take place. A life in exchange for power. A life in the name of justice and our faith.”

The followers that gathered started to offer themselves to him as help with his showdown against the lamb who represented The Chained One. Tents were being emptied and giving their belongings to followers staying behind. As they did that, a hand tugged at Leshy’s robe which made him turn his attention to whomever did that. “What do you need? Now isn’t the time to-”

“Great Leader… I have a departing gift for you.” At their words his demeanor softened.

“Of course… I apologize for my tone. What is it, my most loyal follower?”

“Let me see your hand, just real quick.”

Leshy complied, extending a hand to receive what he thought would be a trinket or maybe something they wanted him to feel; instead something was wrapped around his wrist and secured. “It’s not much, but I hope you keep it with you to know I’ll be here praying for your safe return.”

Their words stung him, but he knew they meant well. They’ve talked before about this. They know what to do if he did not return. The most inevitable possibility and one he wished it didn’t come down to. He felt the bracelet with his other hand, the flowers and grass chained together perfectly. “Then I will try not to keep you waiting.”

#cotl follower #cotl x reader #cotl leshy #bishop leshy #cult of the lamb x reader #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb leshy #baps writes sometimes #cotl

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