#mostly I’m just excited bc it’s beautiful

[therealvalkyrie]

There's like one place is Australia that snows consistently (Mt. Bulla; which is also the name of an ice creme brand), and I've only been once. The cold was so traumatising that I've never been again. I was out "playing" in it for about five minutes and had to spend the rest of the day thawing our in front of a heater. It was awful. Is American snow different or?

Idk if it’s different bc I have never interacted with Australian snow but yeah it’s pretty fucking cold!! When I was a kid and I’d go play out in the snow for hours, I’d come back in and my hands would hurt so bad from warming up that I’d cry lol

But if you’re doing a physical activity in the snow like skiing or snowshoeing or hiking, and you’re wearing the correct layers, then you actually start to OVERheat and you’re sweating buckets. And most of the time you’re not standing around in the snow, anyway, so you don’t get cold enough for it to matter

#mostly I’m just excited bc it’s beautiful #and if it’s going to be cloudy and gray and dark by 4pm anyway then I’d like some goddamn snow to go with it #nemo if you ever visit I’ll take you playing in some REAL snow:3 #we can make snow angels and go sledding #I’d take you skiing but I have in fact lost that skill #and we can make sugar on snow and go ice skating and make hot chocolate and buy you a nice scarf #and like when I say it’s beautiful I mean you have no idea until you’ve experienced it #you wake up in the morning to fresh snow and everything’s white #so bright you can hardly look outside #but once your eyes adjust there are millions of little icicles hanging from the trees and everything is sparkling #like it’s magical for real #nemo #mootual appreciation #ask valkyrie

[f1byjessie]

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 seven.

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yourusername had to take these pictures myself bc apparently angles are “too hard”

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landonorris maybe you should’ve just asked me 🙄

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With Oscar by your side, time passes quickly. You don’t bring up that the first night you shared a bed, you’d woken up in the morning with his arm wrapped around your waist and his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you certainly don’t mention that he’d practically whined in his sleep when you’d slipped out of his grasp. It doesn’t happen again, but there’s a part of you hoping that it does.

The days blend together into a haze of happiness, laughter, and exploring the beauty of Monaco. Lando shows you the best spots— a garden just off the Monte Carlo marina, a famous nightclub that takes your breath away, and a small cafe at the edge of the city that overlooks it all.

Things are good, great even, but you can’t help but feel like there’s still some distance between you and Oscar despite his reassurance that everything is fine.

When New Year’s Eve— and subsequently your birthday— arrives, you’re awoken to a flurry of texts. Your parents have both sent sweet messages wishing you the best, Sophia has left a voice message with sounds of traffic in the background telling you she’s planning to get wasted and if you do too then you can just pretend you’re wasted together, and Dalton has made a group chat with you and Logan and has spammed you both with pictures of yourselves from across the years.

Oscar’s already gone, and his side of the bed is cold, so you take your time responding to them all and then shoot off a message of your own to Logan before getting up. It’s your first time not celebrating with your brother, and it feels strange knowing that you won’t get to see him today, but you’re excited nonetheless for the plans Lando and the other drivers in Monaco have organized for New Year’s Eve.

The day passes by lazily. Lando and Oscar both greet you with birthday wishes when you make your way down to the living room and then they present to you a feast for breakfast, which you realize is the reason Oscar was awake so much earlier than you. It’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had, mostly because they make fools of themselves retelling how many times they had to scrap the failed waffles until they got it right. You spend lunch at a place close by, joined by Alex and Lily who have flown in for the New Year, and then the rest of the afternoon you wait around at Lando’s place passing the time watching the boys play games on the TV and helping either of them cheat when asked.

You’re happy.

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logansargeant people say twins are like built-in best friends, and if that’s the case then i’m glad i got you as mine. i can’t imagine having anyone else stick by my side throughout all the crazy and wild shit we’ve been through in our lives. it feels like just yesterday we were 13 and acting as each other's lifelines in a place we barely knew, and now we’re 23 and somehow doing the same thing. you’re my best friend forever.

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user i can’t stop thinking about the fact that each other was all they had when logan pursued racing in europe and now logan’s made it to f1 and they’re still all they have 😭

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williamsracing Happiest of birthdays to Y/N! We look forward to seeing you out on the paddock more in 2024, and can’t wait to see what the new year has in store for you! 💙

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yourusername 23 + 23 = 46. 4 + 6 = 10. 10 - 2 = 8 and that’s what we’ve done for the last 23 years 😎 but real talk, i’m genuinely so honored to get to be your sister, and to share so much with you. when you win i share that joy, and when you lose i share that grief, and even though we’re an ocean away, i’m with you today and always for the rest of our lives. you’re my best friend, and even if i don’t have anything or anyone else, i know i have you and that makes me the luckiest girl in the world ❤️.

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Lando finds you as you’re getting ready, putting the final touches on your makeup. He enters when you tell him to, and then leans against the bathroom counter for a moment just staring at you before you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“How are things going between you and Oscar?”

You lower the mascara wand and shrug, “I mean, it’s good.”

“But?” He prompts.

“But I feel like he’s still… being weird?” You slip the wand back into the mascara tube and then tuck it back into your bag. “I don’t know. Maybe we were a bit too realistic with the whole ‘making him jealous’ thing, and now he believes you’ve stuck your claim and he’s distancing himself because he doesn’t want to step on your toes or something.”

Lando snorts, “As if. I made him share a room with you, how does that in any way imply that I’m trying to stake my claim on you?”

You run a hand through your hair because you can’t run it down your face without ruining your freshly done makeup, and heave a sigh. “Then maybe he just isn’t actually interested in me at all, and I was right about him wanting to pretend the kiss never happened.”

He hums, then nods once, twice, a third time, and finally leaves the bathroom without another word.

When you finally follow him down, a number of people have already arrived— Alex and Lily are among them, and you greet them again with smiles and hugs. You’re introduced to Max Fewtrell, one of Lando’s close friends, and then you’re dragged away by Lily to hang out in the corner of the living room as the house begins to fill with current and former drivers alike.

“It’s a sausage fest,” she jokes, and you laugh beside her.

You both make conversation for a while, catching up on her and Alex’s holiday spent in California with her family and then talking about your own in Florida with yours. She asks how Logan’s doing, and you tell her that he’s well, but he’s really motivated and wants the chance to prove himself in the 2024 season already.

“I think the online discourse about whether or not he deserved a seat got to him a bit,” you admit. “But I know he can show them that there’s a reason he was chosen.”

Lily nods. “Me and Alex have faith in him too. It was his rookie year and he was in a Williams of all things. Like you said, there was a reason he was chosen, he just needs the opportunity to show the world that.”

You jump from topic to topic for a little while longer, until you excuse yourself to go find where Lando and Oscar have run off to. The guests have all arrived from the looks of it, and while a number of them all know each other already and have split off into groups to stay entertained, you’re not sure exactly how you’re meant to handle things on your own when it isn’t even your house—

“I mean, it’s fine, yeah? It’s just awkward with her, I guess.” You pause. The door to you and Oscar’s shared room is ajar and Oscar’s voice is just barely audible over the sound of music and chatter filtering up from downstairs.

“Why d’you say that? It’s just Y/N.” Lando’s voice follows.

You press yourself up against the wall, heart pounding in your chest at the sound of your name. You can’t see anything, and that almost makes it worse— imagining what their faces look like as they talk about you.

“Just that it’s weird sleeping next to her, and I feel like I’m always having to walk on glass around her. I’m trying to make things normal again, but I don’t think I can. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep being friends with her. How can I look her in the face, knowing what happened?”

You can physically feel the dread settle into your stomach. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest and it’s like your blood has turned to ice in your veins. Your face feels warm, but the rest of your body feels cold, and suddenly it’s as though your ribcage has become too small for your lungs.

As quietly as you can, you scurry away from the door, across the distance of the hallway, and then down the stairs. Instead of turning into the living room where everyone else has gathered, their laughter and conversations a jumbled bubble of noise that makes your chest feel even tighter, you leave through the front door just as you feel tears begin to fall.

It’s worrying how frequently this has become an occurrence for you— crying because of Oscar.

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━━ a/n: ahhhh i'm sorry i cannot let them be happy!! also, wrote this really fast and struggled a bit because i genuinely couldn't decide if it was just too fast paced or not, so i apologize if it seems rushed or if there are any mistakes editing wise that i missed!

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[refrigeratorwrites]

⊹ ࣪ ˖୧ ‧₊˚ THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?

RORONOA ZORO x GN!READER

SYNOPSIS: in which zoro comes to three conclusions about your role in his life. accompanied by unrelenting rhythms in his chest, they betray his attempt to conceal the fourth observation.

CONTENT: 1.3k words, pining, confessions, attempt at humor, spoiler free, usopp being silly, mostly zoro pov bc is a fool in love and i LOVE THAT FOR HIM!! his emotional intelligence is also very developed here lol

on chilly, sleepless nights, zoro strongly believes that he is simply not made to love. he aimlessly wanders under warm streetlights–tipsy on a cheap bottle of booze and an aching desire to alleviate the weight in his heart.

shit. i have no idea where i am. the throbbing in his head shifts from discomfort to irritation.

with a groan, the swordsman slumps to the closest bench, blades clashing while he throws his head back. in his intoxicated state, a soft sigh slips his lips upon marveling in fascination at the twinkling stars littering the dark sky. zoro’s right eye finally flutters to a close, allowing himself to relish in the brisk winds against his tanned skin.

he recalled asking usopp–who was on his way to his workshop–about his abnormal heightened heart rhythms yesterday. odd sensations plagued his mind, leaving him constantly distracted with a rapid pulse. the frustrated boy filled his crewmate in on his recent symptoms: constricting chest pain, clammy palms, and sudden waves of nausea—which happened to catch his attention.

“you pregnant?” usopp joked in amusement. “lucky for you, sir. i happen to know a very good doctor–” a loud smack interrupted his referral.

“seriously?” the vice captain heaved. “you’ll be on a first-name basis with every doctor in this town if you keep that up, usopp.” 

“why do you always pick on me?” usopp yelped, rubbing the back of his head in an attempt to soothe the sting left by zoro’s palm. “just go to chopper for help.”

“it’s not that big of a deal. jus’ tell me what you think.” 

“you try to help a man out for once, ‘nd this is what happens… “ although he had asked, zoro’s laid-back response went over his head as the pained boy continued to complain to himself. “i’m never being nice again—‘s never worked out for me once...” 

another stern threat from the green-haired man forces him to straighten his back. he cleared his throat loudly.

“alright now, mr. roronoa! doctor usopp would like to inquire when these symptoms first began.”

“dunno.” he mumbled impatiently, choosing to ignore the sniper’s antics. “from working out too hard the other day?” zoro followed the other boy as he stroked his chin–seemingly in deep thought. 

the latter suddenly whipped his head around, “now, would you consider that to be… irregular when you exercise?”

“dude. what kinda question is that.”

“c’mon, work with me here!” usopp whined. “a guy can’t have a little fun?” zoro let out a deep sigh in defeat as he continued to think back to what happened.

“well, i was finishing up my sets when y/n came in.” he gruffed. thump. “started talking ‘bout some book they read. don’t really know what they were on about, but they seemed all excited. made me start feeling all those… feelings again.”

“…alrightttt, i’ve heard enough! session’s over.”

zoro was met with a door slammed to his face as usopp seemed to reach his destination. 

“wha– hey! what the hell was that for?” he yelled, banging against the wood. 

“for a scary fellow, you sure are slowww, my friend!” the sharp shooter shouted back at him. he slowly opened the door again and, like a child, poked his head back out. zoro’s features twisted in bewilderment.

“what? what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means! that doctor usopp is diagnosing you with a severe case of loooove-sickkkk-nessss!” he sounded out his assessment slowly. “your task? deep introspection.”

following his prognosis with a firm nod, he begins to shut the door again–though more carefully this time.

“you can do it, man!” a thumbs up is sent to the baffled man in front of him.. “i believe in you! sorta...”

“huh? usopp, don’t patronize me.”

“oops– 'nd i almost forgot,” his eye is now barely visible through the crack. “expect a bill for my services hehe. come again next time!”

zoro paused. lovesickness?

“there you are.” a gentle voice pulls him out of his daze. thump. instantly recognizing it to be yours, he grunts to acknowledge your presence to ease the intense beating in his chest.

“you following me now?” blinking, zoro makes the foolish mistake of allowing light to enter his vision again. finally adjusting to the brightness, a silhouette of your figure emerges above him as the starlit sky illuminates behind you. 

like a deity, he ponders to himself. after his conversation with usopp, the swordsman had chosen to fulfill his role as a good patient and decisively came to three conclusions about your presence in his life:

number one. you defy everything he has learned about before. 

it’s beyond his understanding of the world. no textbook, no mythology could begin to rationalize the absolute thrill it is to purely exist alongside you. from your thoughtful analyses of the most boring novels he couldn’t begin to understand, to the thorough, strategic plans you quickly conceptualized for the crew– you really were the type of person people wrote books about. thump.

number two. you are an ethereal warmth who yearns to be seen. 

and zoro would be an idiot to ignore you. if you were a religion, zoro would proudly accept whatever you preached as long as you were the one proclaiming it. such intelligence, kindness that is exerted from one being can be incredibly overwhelming, yet he could never entertain the thought of shying away from it. thump.

number three. you deserve more than what he can offer.

zoro may be slow, but he’d be exceptionally dumb to ignore the feelings he had harbored for you. he had an inkling, a sneaky suspicion even before he had confronted usopp about his symptoms. yes, maybe he loves you. maybe he longs to hold you close on cold nights like tonight. maybe he chooses to ignore the affects you had on him. and maybe it’s best to keep his sentiments tucked away to shield you from the burdens he carries. thump.

ah. yes. an unspoken fourth conclusion. he loves you. he doesn’t dare to speak it in existence.

“noticed you leave,” your concerned voice draws his attention again. you seemed to be good at doing that. “wanted to see if you were okay.” thump. there came that feeling again. the desire. the pining. the anguish.

“needed more booze. you should head back to the ship.” he deflects.

“and leave you?” you giggle quietly, bouncing your legs to adjust to the crisp air as you take a seat beside him. he doesn’t dare to move away from you, knees grazing each other shyly. “you barely know left from right.” 

for once, he snorts in amusement. thump. a stroke of confidence consumes him. silently shrugging off the jacket around his shoulders, the stoic fighter’s calloused hands move to wrap it around your frame. you lean into his tender touch. he decides it doesn’t hurt to rest his hand in the space behind you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “it’s so nice out right now. so peaceful.”

his breath accelerates. thump. you were so close. gentle puffs of your breath slip past your velvety lips, fading into the night. this was it, wasn’t it? perhaps he was still a bit intoxicated. toxins brewing in his system, yet they present an opportunity to do something about his feelings. make a move.

no, the alcohol is just an excuse. this was real. zoro can risk it. fuck the fourth conclusion. he could be selfish for once, right? thump.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he exhales, punctuating each word with confidence. thump. thump.

he turns to steal a glance at your eyes to find they were already set on him.

“of course.” the corners of your lips twitch upward. thump. thump. thump. “it always has been.”

NOTE: HI FRIENDS wanted to clarify for those of you who are unaware, "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" is a poetic way of saying "i love you" in japanese. from my understanding and the way i use it here, the phrase emphasizes the importance of sharing the beauty of the night sky with another person. simply taking a moment to pause and connect under the same moon with someone you treasure. reader's response that the moon has always been beautiful therefore implies that they have, in fact, always loved zoro.

ANYWAYS THO lovestruck zoro has been on my mind A LOT these days so BOOM brain dump. i had two braincells and a dream. pls enjoy :D

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you

[negrowhat]

Hello! Kind of a specific one lol, but what are your Top 5 “I need to pause this bc I’m so overwhelmingly pleased with what’s happening and need to take a breath” moments in BL from this year, if you have any?

Hey Opal! Of course I have had those moments this year! We've been gifted so many grand things this year.

Top 5 "HOLY CRAP I need to pause and take a breath" Moments. I'm sure these will mostly be NC scenes...

Hira and Kiyoi's bathtub scene from Utsukushii Kare: Eternal. Between Hira's excitement to bathe with his mans, Kiyoi's red embarrassed face, and him basically asking Hira to manhandle him more often???? It took me 30 minutes to watch that scene because I couldn't stop pausing and screaming! Also when Hira had Kiyoi facing the mirror??? AND TELLING HIM TO LOOK AT HIMSELF? AT HOW PRETTY HE WAS???? That about ended me. I just couldn't deal. Hira really gets to see the best parts of Kiyoi.

The Kitty Scene from Bed Friend. I really don't think I need to explain this one that whole scene was insanely good. But highkey I think my fave part of that scene was King asking Uea to do this and not cashing in his "You owe me one thing" ticket he won in their bet. He didn't want Uea to feel like he had to participate in the Kitty Play. But what honestly that whole scene had me pausing every few seconds.

The role reversal locker room scene in Pit Babe. Color me surprised at how well they both remembered their first encounter. Charlie turned on his naughty boy mode quite seamlessly and I literally kept pausing because I couldn't stop screaming...also Babe's moaning??? HIS FACES??? The SCREAMS I SCRUMPT.

LomNuea's wedding in Wedding Plan Special Ep. It was just so fucking beautiful. I had to pause to gather myself because I felt like a guest. Loved that it was a traditional wedding. Loved that Namnuea's entire family was there. Love that YiwaMarine were there to represent Sailom's family because they're really the only ones who were always there for him. It was just really perfect and I was very emotional and crying all over the place. (I didn't even try to find a gif from the special ep because literally no one was talking about it.)

Wen telling Jim he liked to eat old people from Moonlight Chicken. After their insane one night stand. Wen really looked Uncle Jim right in the eyes and told him he wanted to eat him up like breakfast. Well that's what I got from it. The sexual tension between JimWen was extremely strong in that scene...they still didn't even know each other's names but really I just had no idea Mix could deliver a line like that so incredibly seductively that I had to pause and rewatch it idk like 40 times...

ASK ME MY TOP 5 BL ANYTHING OF 2023

#utsukushii kare #utsukushii kare: eternal #bed friend #bed friend the series #pit babe #pit babe the series #wedding plan #wedding plan the series #moonlight chicken

[its-time-to-write]

this is 100% self indulgent. no one asked for this except me and I have zero excuse for how it turned out. i have no defense, no witty rebuttal, no nothing. i wrote this because i wanted to, and at the very least i hope this inspires someone to write their borderline-self-insert fic and post it publicly.

this fic is set after season 3. enjoy😂

(oh now might also be a good time to mention how much I love Man City. bc it’s a lot.)

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

Calling Lake Como beautiful is like saying space is big. It’s true for sure, but it feels like an understatement. It’s June and the weather is absolutely gorgeous, perfect for the wedding you’re attending. It’s for two good friends of yours, and it’s going to be a party full of football royalty. You’re mostly excited to see friends who are WAGs from other teams who you’ve connected with over the past year and a half.

Oh, and you suppose it will be a nice vacation with Jamie, too.

You’re staying at a beautiful hotel that’s been open since 1910, and you swear you’ll never stay somewhere as beautiful again.

“Getting ideas for the house?” Jamie teases, and it sends a thrill down your spine with the way he refers to his house as your collective home. 

You grin as he spins you around the Suite Greta. Everything is golden, from the drapes to the pillows to the sun catching on his face.

“No,” you reply, “but maybe for a vacation home?”

Jamie laughs as he catches you up in his arms. “I could see us here in the next off-season. Not sure we’d get out much,” he muses and you wrap your arms around him as tight as they can go.

You’re here for a full week but Isaac’s wedding is only one day. You and Jamie have plans to see everyone who’s in town, as well as have some time to yourself.

“Sasha wants to go out for dinner tonight,” you tell Jamie as he unpacks his suitcase.

“Girls only, or will Jack be there?”

“Let’s see,” you hum as you scan the group chat. “Isabel said she and Erling will be there, so looks like it’s a couple’s thing. That’ll be fun, right?” you ask with just a hint of anxiety. Jamie and Jack are friends, they’ve run in the same circles for years, but you’re not sure how he’s going to feel about being outnumbered two to one, City to Richmond, at dinner.

“As long as Rodri ain’t there, I’m fucking chuffed,” he says as he lays out his suit on the bed.

“Chuffed? Is that a thing you say now?” you ask, flat on your back on the bed.

“Yep,” he replies. “I’m posh now, babe. Sorry you Americans can’t do it as well as we Brits.”

“I have it on good authority that we do it very well,” you smirk. “But I don’t think that’s something you’ll get to experience tonight. I haven’t seen Sash or Isa in ages, so we’ll probably talk for a long time and then I’ll be tired when we get back to the room.”

Jamie groans. “You’re sadistic, woman. The shit you put me through.”

You smile and remind him, “You’re the one who picked me, remember?”

—

Jamie is technically the one who picked you. You had just moved from America to London, got a temp job at a Richmond FC, and the rest is history. You don’t work at Richmond anymore, haven’t for a while, as you’ve been able to start your own thing in between attending matches and events and whatever else Jamie’s invited to. Being Jamie’s girlfriend is a full-time job on its own, and he definitely spoils you beyond what you’re used to. He’s the one who bought your dress for the wedding and it freaked you out just a little bit until you called Sasha (an angel, by the way) who laughed and talked you off the ledge. 

“Comes with the territory, babe. They’re just boys with more money than they know what to do with. Jack’d buy me the moon if he could figure out how. Enjoy it. It’s been a while since anyone’s seen Tartt this happy.”

So you do. You had been living together for almost a year now so you’d think that a dress wouldn’t push you over the edge, but there you go. You’re trying to be calmer about it. It’s better ever since you met Sasha and Isabel. 

You had been stuck in a room while Jamie talked to his old manager, and they had noticed your deer-in-the-headlights expression. You’re right in the middle of the two, age-wise, and from similar enough backgrounds.

“Here’s my number. Come over to my flat tomorrow for brunch. We’ll get you settled, babes,” Sasha had said. You went and it had been amazing to finally make real friends, even if they were technically on the opposing team. 

You’re excited to see them, excited for Isaac to finally get married, and excited to spend a full seven days with Jamie by your side. It’s going to be the best.

—

You enter the venue arm-in-arm with Jamie, practically dancing across the grass. The sun’s shining and there are all sorts of people you know and love. It feels a little surreal to be here. 

Earlier, back in the room, you had slipped into your dress carefully to avoid getting makeup stains on the front. The skirt fell just at your knees and puffed out ever so slightly, with thick straps instead of regular sleeves so you could fully enjoy the warm weather. 

“Do a spin,” he had said, voice full of glee. You’d acquiesced, twirling around to let the blue tile print billow out before he caught you, kissing your shoulder so as not to ruin your makeup. 

Now, you’re holding onto him and trying not to wrinkle his linen suit when you hear someone shout your name. 

“Sasha!” you screech, running toward her as best you can with your shoes on the grass. You squeeze each other into a tight hug, uncaring about about the state of her hot pink dress. 

“Hey man,” Jack says to Jamie, who grins and shakes his hand. “You’d think they haven’t seen each other in fucking ages.”

“It’s been twelve hours,” you say. “And before that it’s been like two months. Anyway, don’t you two have some football to discuss or something? Or headbands? Or-”

“Really short socks,” Sasha helpfully supplies. 

Jamie shakes his head. “Fuck off, Attwood.”

“Fuck you, Tartt,” she replies. 

“Oi, you two wouldn’t even be friends if it weren’t for me. You could be a little nicer,” Jamie says. 

“Oh is that Hughes?” Jack asks before either Sasha or Jamie can escalate. Their entire friendship is based off sniping one another and neither you nor Jack are particularly in the mood for it today. 

Jamie turns to look. “Oh mint, looks like things are starting. You saved us seats?”

“Yeah, with Haaland and Isabel,” Sasha returns, linking her arm through yours. “C’mon, did you get yourself a parasol?”

—

It’s the most beautiful wedding you’ve ever been to. Stella looks stunning in her gown, Isaac stoically sobs his eyes out while Colin surreptitiously hands him a tissue. Even Roy seems to be having a good time, but then again Keeley once told you that he “really fucking loves weddings.” You hadn’t believed her, but his lips are in a straight line instead of a frown so maybe she was right. 

There’s a group of City and Richmond players together, and it’s a little strange to see how friendly they are off the pitch. Dani is explaining something with lots of hand gestures to Phil while the rest of the group jokes around. 

Sasha sneaked you and Isabel away to get drinks for yourselves and you were about to get away unnoticed when Erling caught Isabel’s arm and asked for a drink too, so now you’re ordering for your boyfriends as well as yourselves. 

You don’t really care, there’s a part of you that’s reveling in the sheer joy of being young and hot. Sue you. 

“Cosmo, please,” you say while the girls order drinks of their own. Sasha raises an eyebrow so you shrug and say, “Jamie likes what he likes.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs “Tartt,” but it’s with the affection of an older sister so you elbow her and ask, “What did Jack want?”

She makes a face. “Heineken. He also likes what he fuckin’ likes.” 

You wheeze out a laugh as Isabel comes to join you. She smiles as she sips from something lavender colored in a martini glass. She cuts an elegant figure in her yellow, billowy dress. You smooth your dress and open your mouth to say something when a voice calls your name. You look to see your ex walking up, hand-in-hand with his wife. You know, the one he left you for. 

“Jake,” you say in surprise. God, you need your brain to form coherent thoughts right now. “What are you doing here?”

He grins, far too wide and goofy to be real. Not like Jamie, you think. 

“Oh, you know, Emma’s loosely related to the bride on her dad’s side. She asked for an invite, so here we are. Who are you here for? Bride or groom?”

“Both, actually,” you reply automatically. Jake’s words are grating, not so much in content as they are in tone. He always had a way of saying things condescendingly, like everyone else was a stupid little kid. 

“Oh,” he says in what you think is supposed to be surprise, “that’s funny. I didn’t know you knew anyone out here. You’ve been living in England all alone, right?”

Emma just hovers by Jake’s shoulder. She’s not contributing anything to this conversation except a snooty little smirk. 

“No,” you say. “I’m not alone. This is Isabel, by the way.” You look around for Sasha, but she’s disappeared. Smart girl. 

Isa doesn’t extend her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she says and Jake takes her at her word. He puffs up his chest a little bit as he asks, “Where are you from? You don’t sound British.”

“We’re from Norway,” a voice behind her says. “I’m Erling.”

Sasha has reappeared with Jack, Erling, and Jamie in tow. You mentally congratulate her with a well done, Sash as you feel Jamie’s arm loop around your waist. 

He feels like a solid wall against your back, a glimmer in an otherwise garbage moment. 

Jake takes stock of the three men who are looking at him with less-than friendly stares. You’re not sure what Sasha told them, but you’re absolutely positive Jamie recognizes Jake. You can practically feel the hairs on his arm bristling. 

Jake finishes his assessment and deems it appropriate to talk. “So, how do you all know each other?”

Jamie scoffs and looks away, while Jack stares at Jake like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

You wonder what it is with your affinity for J-names. 

“We’re footballers,” Erling says before anyone can take more offense. 

“Premier League footballers,” Jamie adds, as if it means anything to Jake. 

Jake’s American, like you, and he’s never been much for sports anyway. He wouldn’t even recognize David Beckham if the man were standing under a poster of himself. 

Jake says, “Right. Hey, weren’t you on one of those trashy dating shows?” and Jamie stiffens. 

Sasha mutters, “Fuck’s sake,” under her breath as Erling and Isabel take pointed interest in something in the distance.  

“No,” Jamie replies shortly. “The fuck were you talking to my girl?”

Jake looks to you in surprise. “Oh! You two are together? That’s… well, that’s… I guess I just didn’t expect her to be whoring around like that. But hey, move to another country and all morals go out the window, right?”

That’s the thing about Jake. He never speaks as if he’s actually trying to be offensive. He just says what’s on his mind. And you’re a little concerned that what’s on his mind is going to land Jamie (and quite possible Jack) in jail. Neither of them are especially known for backing down from a squabble. “Cut from the same cloth,” Pep was rumored to say. 

“Fuck off, mate,” Jack interjects. “Just fuck off. Everyone here loves her, and you can’t talk about her like that.”

Your ex reevaluates the situation at hand and decides the best thing to do would be to take Emma’s hand and walk away. 

“Strange that his wife does not speak,” Erling remarks. 

You grimace. “You could’ve stopped at ‘strange.’ No idea what I ever saw in him.”

Jamie has a crushing grip on your waist so you wiggle a bit to get him to loosen up. 

“Prick,” he mutters. “How the fuck did he even get here, anyway? He’s in fucking America.”

“His wife’s loosely related to Stella. They asked for an invite,” Isabel volunteers. 

Jamie rolls his eyes. “Oi, if he tries to talk to you again, I’ll grab Roy and we’ll fucking kill him.”

“Yeah, ‘cause McAdoo’s never been above a little violence at a party,” Jack grins. 

You return his smile and say, “Thanks, but I’m pretty sure his mother-in-law would kill you.”

Erling huffs out a laugh. “Never a dull moment in the Premier League, is there?”

Isabel grins and loops her arm through his. “I’m tired of all this,” she says.  “Let’s go dancing. There’s a band and we don’t have to think about anything other than celebrating, yes?”

“God yes,” says Sasha.

Jamie still looks murderous, but you squeeze his hand once and whisper, “I’m fine, babe. It’s fine.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but he lets you pull him along to the dance floor with the group.

— 

There are so many people that you don’t even catch a glimpse of Jake and Emma. You’re not sure what they’re up to, and fairly certain they don’t know anyone else here. You on the other hand, are living your best life as Jamie sings along to “Ain’t No Mountain.” He’s swinging your arms around as he sways in time to the music. You just let him lead you however he wants. The song ends and he presses his lips to your ear so you can hear him over the sheer volume of everyone talking. “D’you want a drink? I can go get you something.”

You nod and mouth my usual, please, so he salutes and begins weaving his way through the crowd. You watch him as long as you can before spinning back around with a smile.

A smile that quickly fades when you realize Emma is right in front of you.

She says, “Cute dress,” and for a moment, you believe she’s being sincere but then she follows it up with, “Did you borrow it from your grandma’s closet? I’ve seen people do that.” 

Right, because grandmas are known for wearing dresses like this. 

“What? No, Jamie got it for me,” you say. 

“Oh cute, is it from Walmart? I think I saw something like it there last week.”

Emma is trying to draw blood. You suppose she’s taking her shot now as opposed to back then because she thinks there’s no one around to call her out. No one who knows her. 

You say, “They don’t have Walmart here,” instead of “It’s Dolce & Gabbana,” because the second phrase would make you sound like a prick. There’s a part of you that wants to be a prick, though, wants to channel that part of Jamie that’s ruthless, vicious and cruel, messing with the opposition before he cuts them down. 

The first time you saw it, it was hard to believe the Jamie on the pitch was the same Jamie who played with your hair while you cooked, or put a sticky note on his fridge titled “Babe,” detailing everything you’d ever said you liked. 

Emma sees she’s not getting to you, so she changes tactics. “Must be hard being here without any friends,” she remarks. “All alone. And you’ve never been especially extraverted. Are those people the only ones here you know?”

God, Jamie, where are you?

You open your mouth to respond but are cut off by someone with a distinctly midwestern twang say, “I heard one of my favorite countrywomen was here.”

You turn to see Ted Lasso grinning at you in a black suit. It’s the same smile you remember, albeit his eyes are a little sharp. You’d bet anything he knows exactly what’s going on between you and Emma. 

“Ted!” you smile as a rush of relief floods your system. You step into his arms for a hug as he says, “Hey, sweetheart. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know,” you say. “Kind of great, actually. I wondered if you were going to be here! Have you seen Jamie yet?”

Ted shakes his head. “Y’know, I haven’t. Why don’t we find him together?” He offers you an arm and you take it gratefully, choosing not to spare Emma a glance.

“She seems like a real bucket of laughs,” Ted remarks.

“You have no idea. That’s my ex’s wife.”

Whatever Ted thought you were going to say, he certainly wasn’t prepared for that. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before settling on a short, “Well I’ll be danged.”

You laugh and stand on tiptoes to try to see Jamie. You don’t see him, but you catch a glimpse of an especially tall, blond head.

“This way,” you tell Ted. You brush past Phil who smiles at you, past Colin and Michael, and past someone you’re pretty sure is a Beckham.

You make your way to Erling and Isabel as they dance to the music in their own corner.

You frown. “Have you seen Jamie?” you shout. 

Isabel shakes her head. “He was looking for you,” she calls back.

“Oh,” you say, “Ted, this is Isabel and-”

“Erling Haaland,” Ted says, hand outstretched. “Pleasure to meet you, son. Big fan of the way you play the game.”

You miss Erling’s response, startled by a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Sam standing behind you.

“Sam!” you exclaim with a grin, “You look so handsome!”

Sam returns your grin and strikes a pose. “I’ve been sent on a very important mission. I am to retrieve you and bring you to Jamie and I am under no circumstances allowed to let a small rat man named Jake speak to you.”

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Jamie’s words, not mine,” Sam clarifies. “Although I must admit, I have seen this rat man. I do not like him very much.”

“You and me both,” you agree. You wave to Isabel and pat Ted on the arm before following Sam.

He leads you away from the crowd of people to a stone path illuminated by small lights. This can’t be right, you think but Sam points down the path and says, “This is where I leave you.”

He turns to leave then changes his mind and spins back around. “It was lovely seeing you today, albeit for a short amount of time. I hope I will be seeing more of you while we are here. It is not often I meet someone who makes Jamie more tolerable.”

He speaks with a touch of humor and it’s just enough to dispel any apprehensions about what’s waiting for you in the dark. 

You say, “Thanks Sam. Love ya,” which he returns before he disappears back to the main party.

You take a breath and head down the steps.

It’s dark, the light barely shining enough for each step, but as you get farther you see a shadowy figure sitting on a bench under a tree. You smile. You can tell exactly who it is by his silhouette.

Jamie stands as you get closer and pulls you into his arms.

“Thought we’d sneak away to make out a bit,” he says. “And maybe to you wouldn’t yell at me in front of all our friends.”

You groan. “What did you do? Please tell me it has nothing to do with Roy. Or Jack. Oh my god, did you two start convincing people you were separated at birth again? Because it’s really only funny one time.”

“Well…” Jamie hedges.

You pinch his back. It’s the only part of him you can reach at the moment. “Jamie Tartt, you’d better tell me what you did right now or so help me you are going to be sleeping on the couch for the rest of our lives.”

“Oi, don’t fucking do that!”

He reaches back to grab your hands and holds them flat on his chest. “We- Roy, Grealish, and me, might have gotten your prick ex kicked out.”

“You what?” you gasp.

Jamie starts speaking in a rush before you can say anything else. “Look, y’know how protective Grealish gets, especially because Sasha fucking loves you, and then Roy heard that your prick ex was here (not the twat ex) and he said it’s easier for him to get in and out of fights on account of him being a fucking manager but then Grealish said that it’s pretty much expected that fights happen so might as well and anyway, no one’s gonna fuckin’ snitch on any of us because (hate to break it to you babe), but you’re, like, everyone’s kid sister. They’d fucking kill for you so it’s possible that we channeled that into threatening to break all of his bones if he ever ended up in the same country as you again.”

You’re processing all of the things Jamie said plus the incredible speed at which he said them, so all you can manage is a single “Okay,” before he’s talking again.

“Ehm, it’s also slightly-fucking-possible that someone did break his foot.”

“What?” you all but shout.

“Coordinated effort between Isa and Haaland,” Jamie says. “Lad’s a fucking wall, don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

“Jesus, Jamie,” you groan. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or pinch you again.”

“You can do both,” he suggests.

You sigh. “I’m going to kiss you. Like, a lot. And I’m not going to worry about getting caught and after we’ve snogged like a pair of kids in high school- sorry, secondary school, then we’re going to eat a bunch more food and dance with our friends. And if you want to get sloshed, I promise I will only take funny videos for myself, and I will not send them to your mum this time.”

Jamie says, “Liar,” as he kisses the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you concede, “I will most definitely send them to your mum. And Simon. We’re on a group chat.”

“Not even gonna fucking ask,” Jamie says as he threads a hand through your hair so he can get at a better angle to kiss you.

—

You wake up the next morning (ahem, afternoon) to Jamie’s foot in your face.

“Excuse me, sir,” you say.

He hiccups himself awake. “Yeah?” he rumbles. “What fucking time..?”

“Late, I assume,” you say.

He groans and flips himself around so your heads are on the same side of the bed. He wastes no time in tangling your limbs together.

“Oi, koala boy. Some of us have morning breath.”

“No y’don’t babe,” he mumbles.

You scratch his head and a shudder runs through his body. “I know,” you say, “my breath is perfect. I meant you. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Cruel woman,” he returns before lapsing into silence. The sun slips through the curtains, and you’re sure it’s going to be another gorgeous day

“Jamie,” you begin then stop.

He says, “Yeah, love?” while looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and you take a moment to freeze this image in your head. 

Jamie Tartt, in bed, hair tousled from sleep. Pillowy white duvet, golden freckled skin, warm body pressed to yours.

He kisses your shoulder, rousing you from your thoughts. 

“Jamie,” you say again, “I wanted to say-”

“Don’t,” he interjects. “You’re not fucking allowed to say thank you for the bare fucking minimum.”

“But it’s not,” you reply, opting to skate over the fact that he apparently can read your mind. “Bare minimum is like, making sure I’m not alone with him, not getting your friends together to scare him off and break his foot.”

Jamie’s been kissing your skin wherever he can reach as you speak, so his words are interspersed with pecks. “Technically, the foot was an accident. Ask any one of our witnesses. And besides, they’re your friends too. You’re the one who got ‘em all to like ya despite the fact we’re mortal enemies on the pitch.”

“You’re the one who goes tanning with Jack,” you remind him.

“Lies told by the press,” Jamie grumbles. “This is my natural sexy glow.”

You say, “Okay little British boy,” as Jamie decides that his current position is not enough and he wants to lay on top of you.

He says something but his face is buried in the crook of your neck, so all you can feel is vibrations.

You ask, “Hm?” so he lifts his head.

“What if it were us next year?”

“Tanning or breaking feet?”

“Getting married.”

Jamie goes back to having his mouth on your neck as if the air weren’t just punched from your lungs.

You’re quiet long enough that he lifts his head again to ask, “Is that good quiet or bad quiet?”

“Good!” you hastily confirm. “Good, but, babe- you haven’t even asked me yet.”

He says, “I’m going to,” as if you should have known already. 

“Okay,” you breathe, “can you give me like a little heads up or something so my nails are done?”

“Uh-huh,” he says, “At the end of the week. Been planning it. Ring’s in my bag, even asked Stella if she’d be pissed that it’s the same week she took on the most un-sexy last name in history. She said she don’t give a shit as long as it’s not at her actual wedding. So.”

“I love you,” you tell him. “Not just because of yesterday or right now. I just think you’re great.”

“I am great, babe,” he says like it’s obvious. “Picked you, didn’t I?”

You crack a smile. “Alright, that’s enough out of you. Do you want to get out of bed or go back to sleep?”

“Sleep,” he replies immediately. 

“Thank God,” you groan, “I didn’t want to move. You’re like a weighted blanket.”

“It’s me sexy muscles,” Jamie says. You wiggle under him to get more comfortable.

“Uh huh,” you agree, but the words are hardly out of your mouth before you’re both back to sleep.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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Under Love’s Heavy Burden Do I Sink

Nick Sturniolo x Male reader oneshot

Summary: For the past three years, Nick would fall head over heels for a guy, they’d be together for a year, and then he would get dumped. Like fucking clockwork. Hardened and jaded, Nick promises himself to never fall in love again, but you came into his life like radiant sunrise, and well, Nick’s only human.

WC: 3631

Contains: nick pov focused, angst, slightly suggestive, drinking, drug use, mention of minor character death, slight use of y/n

a/n: was planning to make this nick x oc bc i wanna write in nick’s pov but im too lazy to think of a new oc so yeah hope the fact that it’s nick pov won’t be too confusing😭

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Nick hated Madi.

Okay, no. He didn’t, but he did. Just a little.

For the past three years, his ever-loyal best friend had been setting him up on blind dates. For the past three years, every single one of them would go perfectly. Nick would fall head over heels for the guy, they’d be together for a year, and then he would get dumped. Like fucking clockwork. First with Julian, then Shaun, then Adrian.

Adrian.

Nick shoulders slumped just at the name alone. It still burned, deep in his chest. He knew why; Nick was too loud, too clingy, too boring. Nick had found, through his lovely failed relationships, that he was a homebody. If there was something in his life that made it feel worthwhile, he didn’t need to go out. He didn’t need to party. He didn’t need to do anything but lay in bed with them and watch Netflix.

Adrian had hated that. He’d wanted adventure, he wanted excitement. He wanted to experience things with someone fun and Nick? He wanted to cuddle and sleep and hide his face in Adrian’s neck. Nick wanted…

Fuck, he didn’t even know what. To be happy, he supposed.

But that was just too bad, right? Adrian had dumped him. It had been six months and Madi had set him up on another date, probably with a perfect guy like she usually did. Probably with someone wonderful who would make Nick laugh and smile and kiss till they get drunk from it. Probably with someone who would make him feel special and make him the happiest he’s ever been. Someone who would be able to tape up his heart and make him forget about Adrian.

Someone who, Nick knew, would dump him eventually because every single one of them did.

He knew Madi probably picked a perfect guy, because she knew Nick so well, but that didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to do it again. He wasn’t going to let down his guard. He wasn’t going to fall in love. He wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t.

And then you sat down.

“Hey.”

Nick blinked, mouth falling open. You were gorgeous. You were tall — taller than Nick, and your smile was blinding. Nick couldn’t see your eyes because they were nearly closed with how wide your grin was, but he was sure they were beautiful. He was sure every inch of you was fucking perfect.

“Hi,” he finally croaked out.

Nick wasn’t going to do it.

“I’m (y/n),” you told him, sitting down and leaning forward with your elbows on the table. “Nick, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Your smile got impossibly bigger. Jesus. “Madi told me about you. I’m excited.”

Nick leaned back in his seat, mostly just to catch his breath. He needed distance to think, to remind himself of his goal. To remember he wasn’t fucking doing this again. He wasn’t. “Oh? She didn’t tell me about you.”

“No?” You didn’t seem phased.

“No.” Nick shrugged. “She never tells me about the guys.”

You raised your brows. That threw you off. “Guys?”

Nick nodded. “She sets me up.”

“Often?” The smile disappeared, replaced by an expression that looked almost nervous. Almost scared.

Nick wanted the smile back. “No, just… Just sometimes.”

You hummed. “And how do they usually go?”

It was the way you said it, the way your head turned. It was adorable and Nick immediately wanted to lean in and capture your lips in a kiss. He wanted to pull your hair, he wanted to forget his own name — Since Adrian’s had been forgotten the second you sat down. He wanted more. He always wanted more.

But not this time.

No.

“They usually date me for a year and then they get bored,” Nick told him, summoning all of the coldness he once had. When he was a teenager, he’d been perfect at playing that game. The aloof game. The ‘I don’t care’ game. It had melted away over time, but he could bring it back just as quickly. It was like muscle memory.

Especially when he thought of how much it would hurt if you broke up with him. If you and him fell in love and Nick got to sleep on your chest and feel what it was like to kiss you and hold you. Especially if he knew what it felt like to get familiar with your smile, to get to wake up to it every day, to get to feel it against his neck and thighs and —

Nick knew. He knew it would be stolen from him; you would find something wrong with him and you’d get bored and Nick would be left feeling broken. He’d be left all alone and he couldn’t do that. Not anymore. He couldn’t handle one more crack in his stupid, fragile heart.

You would shatter him.

“How could anyone get bored of you?”

Nick rolled his eyes, flushing. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” you insisted, cocking your head to the side. “I don’t think I’d ever get bored of you.”

“You say that now, but—“

“Can I help you two?” The waitress came up to the table, interrupting you two. She was smiley and perky and seemed to find you just as beautiful as he did. Her name was Sarah and she talked fast and took their orders quickly and left Nick feeling a little pathetic. You had smiled at her too, had been nice to her too.

Nick had been imagining a whole life, a whole story, but that didn’t matter because you would probably end up cheating on him with that waitress eventually. That’s the kind of painful irony he got in life, right?

God, maybe that’s why everyone dumped him. He’d practically fallen in love with you the second he saw your face. Nick was a stupid romantic and people got bored with romantics.

“You’re overthinking,” you told him, warm.

“You don’t know that,” Nick mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

You hummed, pressing both your knees together under the table. “It’s all over your face,” You told him. “Madi told me you got out of a break up a while ago. I get it if you’re not ready to move on.”

Nick sighed. “I’m fine. It’s the… I don’t want to date ever again.”

“Then why did you come tonight?”

“I don’t know.” Nick groaned, trying to pull his knees away. They were both too tall and he just ended up banging them together again.

You stayed quiet for a few minutes. Nick wondered if you were just going to just get up and leave. If you were going to tell Nick he was a dick for getting your hopes up and walk away. If you were going to tell Madi what an asshole he’d been. It hurt, but Nick would take this hurt over a breakup a year down the line.

“I think you came tonight because you do want to fall in love,” you told him finally. “I think you came tonight because you do want to meet someone new.”

Nick looked up, swallowing thickly. “Love? Come on.”

“You don’t think we’re going to fall in love?” You grinned, flicking your eyebrows up in a way that made Nick’s stomach clench. “We’re totally falling in love.”

“Jesus, you’re something else.” Nick looked away, trying to hide his smile.

“You’ll see, Nick.” Your smile morphed into one more sincere — more tender. “I won’t hurt you.”

***

That was a total lie. You did hurt him.

You hurt him when you talked about movies; Your eyes lit up and your hands moved wildly as you spoke about how important a Japanese movie called Monster was to cinema. You hurt Nick when you laughed, head cocking to the side and eyes fond. You hurt Nick when you talked about your best friend, an ever-present, fond grin on his face.

You were so fucking sweet and Nick was only human.

“What do you like to do for fun?” You asked him.

Nick shrugged.

“Are you into music?”

Nick shrugged.

“What do you do?”

Nick shrugged.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer, he had to force himself not to. If he engaged, Nick would fall. Hard. Fast. Break-your-ankles kind of fall. So, he kept his mouth shut and picked at his food while you did the talking. Until —

“I have an idea,” you mumbled, pulling out your phone.

“Hm?”

You smiled. “36 Questions.”

“Okay?” Nick frowned. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?” You asked, still smiling. Always smiling. Did this dude ever get sad?

“Because it’s to make you fall in love.” He pointed out, sinking into his seat a little.

You raised your eyebrows, comically. “Exactly.” You looked back down at your phone. “Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?”

“You!” Nick groaned.

“I’m already here.” You grinned.

“No, I mean — I’m not doing this.” Nick insisted.

You sighed. “At least give me a chance? Please?”

And then you pouted and that was just obscene. Nick was a human being, he couldn’t deny you a goddamn thing when you looked like that.

“My mom.” Nick blurted.

Whoa. Honest. Really honest. Stupidly honest.

You blinked at him before nodding and handing him the phone. “Mine’s Hirozaku Kore-Eda.”

“The director of the movie you talked about?” Nick made a face.

“So you were listening.” You grinned. “Ask the next question.”

Nick’s eyes flitted over your handsome face for a long moment before he sighed and read the question: “Would you like to be famous? In what way?”

You hummed. “I would. I’d like be famous for directing.” You explained. “Or maybe if I’d painted something. I like all sorts of art, but I’d prefer to be known for directing. You?”

Nick shook his head. “I don’t want to be famous at all.”

“No?”

“No.”

You leaned in. “Would you date a famous person?”

Nick bit the inside of his cheek. “That’s not the question,” he mumbled, handing the phone back.

They went on for awhile and it was fine, it was normal. Nick hid a laugh and a flush behind his hands, you continued being charming. But then the questions got harder. They got more… invasive.

“What is your happiest memory?” You asked, putting down the phone.

Nick tensed. He knew the memory, he knew the exact moment in time that meant the most to him. And as much as he liked you, as smitten as he was, he wasn’t ready for that. He’d barely scraped the surface of that with Adrian. “I think I gotta get home.”

“Wait, what?” You frowned, standing up as Nick did. “We don’t have to play anymore if you don’t want.”

“I just need to get home. It’s late. I have a shift early morning tomorrow,” Nick mumbled, ducking his head and refusing to meet your eyes. He knew he was being cowardly — and probably really rude — but he said he wasn’t going to do it, so he wasn’t.

“Nick.”

“Bye.”

***

Nick was only two blocks away and was ready to order an Uber home when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He sighed, tugging of his glove at pulled it out. “What, Madi?”

“Go back.”

“Madi, no.” Nick shook his head.

“He’s a good guy. He’s nice. He likes you. Just stop thinking so much and go back.”

Nick stopped and leaned against a wall. “I can't do it again.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m serious!”

“Nick.” Madi sighed on the other end of the phone. “He’s perfect for you. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s sweet. He’s been through some pretty rough shit too.”

“Like what?”

“Go back and find out. I’m serious. I won’t talk to you for a month if you don’t.”

Nick scoffed. “A month? Come on!”

“Bye, Nick!”

So, he went back. You were standing outside of the restaurant, head bowed and looking sad. You were smoking a cigarette, hand slightly trembling.

“You’re still here.” Nick mumbled, surprised.

You looked up, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out. “Uh, yeah.”

Unlike before, his smile wasn’t blinding. It was still handsome, still irresistible, but hesitant. It was scared. It was the smile of someone who felt rejected and maybe judged and a little bad about themselves. It was a smile of someone who, as Madi had said, had been through some shit too.

“My most treasured memory is my mom taking me shopping to the mall when I was eight.” Nick told him, a lump rising in his throat. “It was before she… She got sick and passed.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, guiltily.

Nick met your gaze, wincing. “It’s fine.”

“... Mine is meeting Steven Spielberg in an airport.” You admitted softly.

“You met him?” Nick gasped.

You grinned and Nick found himself melting again. “I can tell you about it over wine?”

Nick bit his lip. “Sounds good.”

***

It took Nick three glasses. Three glasses and a lot of your face for him to lean in, let their knees touch, cock his head to the side and grin. “Why do you think Madi wanted us to meet?” He asked.

His best friend was perfect; Madi always chose the most perfect guys. Guys that Nick always fell for instantly, guys who usually liked him too. Guys who thought he was attractive and smart and funny. Guys who were the subject of Nick’s damn dreams.

Nick didn’t know how she found them, but he did.

“I asked her about you,” you admitted, taking a sip from your water. You had one glass and stopped. Nick had noticed, but had decided against saying anything. “I’ve seen you at parties.”

“You have?” Nick asked, cheeks going pink.

You nodded, glancing away like you were embarrassed. “Well, with your ex and then… On your own. Figured I’d ask—“

“You had a crush on me?” Nick gasped, grabbing a your shoulder to keep his balance when someone bumped into him from behind. “Me?”

You chuckled, placing a hand on his waist and Nick would let him keep it there for the rest of his life if he wanted. “Of course I did.”

Nick blinked a couple times, shaking his head. “Have you seen yourself?”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re gorgeous,” Nick told you, like it was obvious. “You’re the prettiest person—“

He caught himself off by slapping a hand over his stupid, half-drunken mouth. He had been trying not to completely fall for you, to hold back a little, but the alcohol loosened his tongue.

“The prettiest person?” You grinned, looking positively pleased with yourself. You squeezed Nick’s hip, pulling him closer. “You think I’m gorgeous and pretty?”

Nick rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t know.”

You threw your head back and laughed, shoulders shaking and eyes disappearing and neck fully exposed in the most sinful way. Nick couldn’t help but lean forward and pressing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling. Your breath hitched, your grip on Nick’s hip tightening in an almost painful way.

“Nick.”

“Hmm?”

“You smell good.” You whispered into his hairline, hand sliding from his hip, up his side before fisting in Nick’s hair.

Nick whined. “I’m so drunk.”

You froze, breathing against his ear. “Want me to take you home?”

“Mhm.”

***

“Matt!” Nick whined, banging the door to his house. He’d evidently forgotten his keys, like an idiot, and no one was answering their phone. “Chris!”

You stood next to him, leaning against the wall with an amused smile. Like you thought Nick’s annoyance was adorable. Like you thought Nick’s shouting at 01:56 AM was endearing.

Suddenly the door swung open and Chris stood there, shirtless and in his boxers. “Honestly, Nick, again?”

“Oh, like you ever brought your own keys,” Nick muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Are you drunk?” Chris asked, surprised.

Nick rolled his eyes. “Barely.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside, pushing past his brother.

“Wait, who’s—“

“Good night, Chris!”

“Is this the—“

“Good night, Chris!”

Nick pulled them into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. The room wasn’t the dirtiest it had ever been, but it wasn’t clean either. He had clothes all over the floor, his gaming controllers tangled on the floor, and it probably didn’t smell good either.

He rushed to the bedside table, trying to unwrap a scented candle. “I— I don’t usually have people in here,” Nick mumbled, blushing brightly as he struggled with the plastic.

You took it from his hands and opened it easily. “My room’s an absolute disaster in comparison. I have way too much shit.”

Nick nodded, lighting the candle. “I don’t have enough, I think.”

They stood in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before speaking at once.

“So, what music do you like?”

“I don’t fuck on the first date.”

Nicks mouth dropped open in surprise. “Wait, what?”

Your eyes widened then. “Oh, I thought—“

“I’m not—“ Nick bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m not like that.”

“Like what?”

Nick winced. “I don’t know.”

“Are you slut-shaming?” You teased, your smile back.

“Oh, fuck off,” Nick grumbled, clearing his things from his bed. “You can go, if you want.”

“Is there any invitation to stay?” You asked, eyebrows raising when Nick turned back to face him. “Without sex?”

Nick sat back on his bed, biting back his own smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” you echoed, sitting down next to him. “I had a good time tonight.”

Nick smiled up at him, head cocking to the side. “Yeah… Oh!” He jumped up from the bed, and grabbed a makeshift bong he had under his bed. “Do you wanna?”

“Oh, I just usually roll,” you explained.

“I don’t have papers.”

“I do.” You shrugged.

That’s how you both ended up on the windowsill with the window open and smoking two joints. You were facing one another with your hands lingering in the space between. Nick was aching to touch, but didn’t dare. He didn’t know why, either.

You liked him, he liked you. At this point, Nick had accepted that. He’d barely thought of Adrian all night and Madi had told him to try. He was trying, but still. He held back. He was always holding back.

“Do you believe it?” Nick whispered.

“Believe what?” You hummed.

“What you said earlier.”

You raised his eyebrows. “I said a lot earlier.”

Nick laughed, shoving your shoulder. “Fuck off. ”

“What part?” You laughed, too. “About what?”

“That we’ll fall in love.” Nick answered, biting his lip and searching your eyes for a lie. For a reason not to.

You smiled fondly, reaching over to gently push a hair behind his ear. “Absolutely.”

***

Two weeks later, Matt and Chris had cornered you in the kitchen with cold eyes. “If you hurt him, in any way, I will break your goddamn face. He is the best person you’ll ever meet, and I swear—“

“Fuck off, both of you!” Nick had groaned when he found you three.

You along with Matt and Chris wrote up and signed a contract. Nick thought it was the most dramatic thing he’s ever witnessed but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of it.

***

The next month, Nick was being pressed into someone’s bed with your mouth wrapped around him. They were at a party for someone, Nick couldn’t remember who at that point. He had his hands shoved in your hair and had been moaning wantonly when Madi opened the door with a scream.

“I regret this already,” he had groaned, hiding his face in Matt’s shoulder.

***

Four months down the line and Nick was blushing while he met your parents. He had worn a scarf to try to hide all the marks his boyfriend had made on his neck, but it hadn’t helped. Your father high fived you and Nick overheard your mother whispering:

“He really loves you, sweetie.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom.”

“Be good to him.”

You had gasped. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? Threatening him?”

“Have you seen that face? He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Nick was never seen as soft. Always too loud, too dramatic, too much. He found that he liked being soft.

***

Seven months into it, on the anniversary of Nick’s mom’s death, you were caught up with work. Nick’s convinced you were lying. You thought he was paranoid and doesn’t trust you enough.

Both of you broke up for a full six hours before you met one another at Nick’s front door steps, Nick already fully dressed.

“I was coming to—“

“Me too.”

“Please, Nick, I—“

“I know, me too. I’m—“

“So sorry and—“

“God, baby, I love you.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

***

Around a year in, Nick started to get on edge. He watched you with careful eyes. He never argued with you, he did whatever you wanted or whatever Nick thought you’d like constantly. Nick was tiptoeing. Molding himself to be the best boyfriend possible.

“Babe.” You frowned one day when Nick changed his shirt because you thought he was going to wear a different one. “Nick.”

“Yeah?” Nick asked.

“... I’m not going to break up with you,” you whispered slowly, pulling him in and kissing him slowly. You bit Nick’s lower lip, fucking his mouth with your tongue until your boyfriend was a whining mess in your arms. “I’m in love with you. Okay? I’m so in love with you.”

Nick cried into your shirt the entire night, arms locked around you.

***

Five years in and your fiancé threw an empty milk carton towards your head because you forgot to buy more. You then apologized for a full thirty minutes while trying to stop laughing.

“Why are you always so grumpy?” You grinned.

Nick pouted. “Fuck you.”

***

Madi never set Nick up ever again.

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo x male reader #nick sturniolo fanfiction #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo angst

[islandofsages]

hello there!

can i request rook and trey comforting a sad reader?

ty!

characters: trey and rook x gn reader

tags: relationship not specified, fluff, comfort, imagines format

warnings: physical contact (a rub on the back in trey's, hand-holding in rook's), the use of the word "darling" towards reader in rook's

author's notes: these are shorter than my usual imagines i think but it's mostly bc im trying to keep them general!! also im pretty happy with them :D i typed this out so quick i was so excited to get a trey request

Trey Clover

I know this is a basic answer when it comes to anything Trey-related but he would bake you sweets or make your comfort food if you have one to try and cheer you up

He is so, so patient and gentle with you - whatever it is that you need to help you cope or feel better, he will help you to the best of his abilities, whether it be to give you advice or just be a shoulder to cry on

He’s not the best at affirmations but the least he would do is say that he's proud of you for making it this far, rubbing your back all the while

He would offer to take you out somewhere if you need some fresh air or if not, he can accompany you in your room and just be a healing presence

“I’m here for you, okay? I’ll try my best to help you.”

You feel like you’ll cry even more if he keeps being this sweet with you but you suppose you shouldn't expect less from a patisserie expert

You don't how to thank him for having your back – and he'd joke about how you can repay his debt by helping him out in the kitchen. Then you'll both laugh, knowing all too well you'd do more than just that for him.

Rook Hunt

Like a valiant knight, drops everything that he's doing and comes running to your side the moment he hears about you feeling less than

If you're comfortable with it, he’d hold your hands in his own and rub circles into your palms as he asks you what had happened and if anyone hurt you in any way

He'd also hold you close if you don't mind, stroking your hair to calm you down and encourage you to let it all out

He’d listen to you very, very intently as you vent out all your thoughts - or if you don't feel like talking, that's okay too. He is here for you regardless

Unlike Trey, he’d be affirmations galore; telling you how beautiful you are, even through your tears and how your radiance has been the highlight of his every day

“Are you aware of how strong you are, my darling? Because it is a thing of beauty.”

He’d wipe your tears for you if you let him - and you’d give him the world, if he let you.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader

[dellalyra]

CONGRATS ON THE 1.5k!!!!!!! that’s so exciting and well deserved :)) for your event can i request a gojo thirst about his slutty little black t shirt? (i’m still thinking about it god help me)

A/N: I need a cold shower I’m sorry this is so self indulgent bc I would drop down no questions asked for that man. Filled w smut - shameless really. Hint of a degradation kink nd Dom gojo but mostly the biggest warning is his slutty black shirt. MDNI

Sitting beside Shoko and Nanami, you saw your boyfriend come into the bar you all were meeting for drinks after work - he'd come straight from a mission and Jesus he knew what he was doing. All you can hear is blood running through your ears when he struts toward the table - he did this on purpose is all you can think. You think you’ve forgotten how to breathe and he lifts his arms, strong and defined in a wave. He wrestles the other two into a hug and then leans in, a large hand snaking around to hold the small of your back, leaning down to whisper ‘hey, princess’ with a kiss to the shell of your ear and oh do you shiver at the feeling on his breath on your bare neck. All you can do is look up at him with wide eyes and he smirks, in his glasses, you can see your own eyes - the pretty colour of them almost completely disappeared underneath the dilated expanse of your pupils.

He knows what he's doing.

You can see other women sneer at you, jealousy was palpable. He's always gorgeous, otherworldly in beauty.

But fuck, that makes him positively provocative, he looks like walking sin and hell has never looked more appealing to you. You manage about 30 minutes of chatter between your oldest friends, squirming in your seat with the uncomfortable feeling of your far too damp panties clinging to your heat and you'd swear your pussy had its very own pulse. Nanami left to go to the bathroom, Shoko to get a top up and Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the heavy feeling of muscles and heat emanating from him makes you whimper.

“Fuck Princess, I knew I’d get a rise outta you but I didn’t think you’d be that much of a pathetic whore to whimper in public.” He smirks, fingers dancing down your arm, eyes looking directly at you through your glasses.

“Fuck you, ‘toru.” You reply, closing your eyes and tilting your head up until a finger nudges your chin so you’re directly looking at him.

“You can if you want, sugar. Wanna hop?” He asks, laying a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“God, please, I need - home. Now.” You whine into his neck, leaving a kitten lick behind because you just can’t help yourself when he is wearing that.

He makes an excuse to Shoko and wraps his arm around your waist and you’re outside and then you’re home and in your room and he’s pushing you onto you knees beside the bed - and looking up at him through your lashes what you see could easily be a god.

His skin tight, black muscle tee is so fucking fitted that every crevice and expanse of him is highlighted in it’s shadows. His bulk, usually hidden in his uniform is fully on display like artwork at the Louvre and you’re there to worship him. To praise the masterpiece that is the way the sleeves hug his goddamn arms with biceps and triceps stretching the fabric to it’s very limit - bursting at the seams. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as the sight of you, in your pretty party dress, on your knees nearly knocks him for six. The definition of his back is easily seen in the mirror behind him, the planes of his abs are just calling for your tongue’s exploration as he lifts the hem of his shirt to bite between his teeth and slaps his long, pretty cock across your glossy lips.

“This what a fuckin’ T-shirt does to you? Christ, I wonder how much of a whore my cock’ll make you then, filthy fuckin’ girl. Now c’mon, might be nice to you if you suck me real good baby.”

#pixie needs a cold shower #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo smut #gojo thirst #jjk thirsts

[missusmiller]

my warrior // n.s x gn! human reader

pairing: neteyam x gn! human reader

contains: blood, cheating scene, fight scene, lots of aggression from reader, fluff, neteyam being awesome n sweet, angst if you squint and turn your head at a 75° angle then do a backflip, reader being scared of being seen, shitty writing

3.2k words

@marsconer @blueingsfairy @joalslibrary

notes: i just watched the movie and i didn’t know how the scientist compounds work exactly so lets pretend theres one in the hallelujah mountains and one on the ground a little far away from the first compound. reader lived on the one on the ground. also for plot convenience, reader was blessed by eywa as a baby to be able to breathe pandora air. she gave u na’vi lungs in the womb n shit bc ur parents loved her so much😻😻😻😻. yes. that makes sense yes.

summary/prompt: “i see you.”

“close your eyes then.”

________

“Are you fucking for real?”

Your latest boyfriend, Ian, and a girl you knew as Jasmine snapped their heads towards your menacing presence in the doorway. The looks on their faces showed pure horror as they could basically feel the anger dripping out of every pore in your body. You had just caught them tonguing eachother down in the large cleaning supply closet in the compound that all humans on Pandora lived in.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I’m really sorry! You know I love you!” Ian sobbed out, knowing that all attempts to make excuses were futile with you.

His apologies meant nothing. You grabbed the nearest thing to you, which happened to be an empty mop bucket, and slammed it against his head with as much force as you could muster. If he wants to cheat, he can get beat the fuck up. Simply how it works.

Ian plunged to the ground with a yelp of pain. Taking this opportunity, you got on top of him and started delivering strikes after strikes to his once pretty face. Since you were stronger than him, Ian had no chance of getting out of the position you had him in. His cries for help echoed through the supply closet.

Jasmine begged you to stop, insisting that it was her fault and not his. In all honesty you didn’t blame her completely since it was Ian’s choice to cheat but god was her voice getting annoying.

It wasn’t until she grabbed your hair, pulling you off of Ian, that you actually touched her.

Hair pulling was foul so if she wanted to fight dirty, so could you.

You grabbed her admittedly beautiful hair and used it as a rope to slam her repeatedly against the one empty wall in the room.

But suddenly, multiple hands ripped you away from her. Many panicked voices surrounded the scene and before you knew it, you were told you had to have your shit packed to get sent away on an ikran to live with the Omaticaya people in a few days until further notice. The scientists told you it was just a temporary arrangement for you to learn morals and self control.

Then almost a week later, you were gone from the compound.

Not all was lost, though. It hadn’t been like you were totally new to the Na’vi people. Jake used to come around the compound with his children and they’d play with the human kids. You had been especially close to the eldest of the Sully kids. Y’all were like two peas in a pod. At least until age restricted the freedom to spend time together as you two got older and responsibilities became heavier.

In all honesty, you missed your friend. Which was mostly the reason why your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest in excitement and nervousness when the ikran landed on the edge of one of the mountains that had been home to many Na’vi and other scientists. The other reason for your anxiety was the amount of curious and cautious eyes on you.

Inak, your ikran uber driver, slid off of the large animal and helped you get down. He was a Na’vi man so it took no effort to pick you up and plop you on the ground. Jake greeted you and Inak and they conversed in Na’vi but you didn’t know enough words to fully understand.

While they talked, you truly took in your surroundings. The sky within your fingertips and the beautiful colors everywhere just took your breath away. In the compound, you didn’t see the mountains like this.

“Y/N, go with Jake now. I’ll see you in a bit, alright kiddo?” Inak said, rubbing your back for comfort with a comforting dorky smile smeared on his face. You nodded in understanding and with that he turned around and left. Inak was a pretty awesome dude. Scientist turned Na’vi through the consciousness transfer ritual.

Jake talked you through the tour of the home of the Omatikaya clan. You had trouble listening to everything he was saying because of the growing anxiety in your chest as you two came closer to a familiar group of rowdy kids.

“Kids! Look what the cat dragged in!” He exclaimed which got the attention of them all.

It took no time for you to have been almost tackled to the dirt by Tuktirey with her excitedly shouting, “It’s Y/N! Guys it’s my favorite human, they’re here! They’re here!”

She had gotten so much bigger since you last saw her which was around seven months ago. Too close to your height for sure.

You laughed heartily and embraced the girl back and said, “My wonderful Tuktuk! You’re so grown up now!”

Two more tall blue bodies joined the hug and your heart soared. Kiri and Lo’ak spat utter bullshit about who missed you more. There was nowhere to go in this group hug of death. But good death. Sure, you couldn’t breathe but these people are your loved ones so it sounds like a wonderful way to go out.

Suddenly, all three kids were tugged off of you and strong arms lifted you into an intense bear hug. Your legs dangled freely in the air due to the height difference.

“Neteyam.” You breathed, returning the hug with just as much vigor. He may have changed in the time you haven’t seen each other but you will forever recognize his hugs.

“I missed you, skxawng. Did you get a new best friend and forget about me?” He jokes as he puts you back on your feet.

You rolled your eyes, “Never. I hate everyone at that place. I’m actually here because I beat up my ex for cheating on me so the adults sent me here to learn restraint or whatever.”

His yellow eyes flickered over your face and body with an exasperated expression. The last time he saw you, you were timid and shy. You let people pick on you. Often times, Neteyam would have to come to your rescue. That person he was friends with was definitely not capable of having ‘ex’s let alone pummeling one to the point of your knuckles splitting.

Speaking of that, you definitely needed to get cleaned up and patched up.

“Let’s get your hands fixed up and you can tell me all about it, little warrior.” Neteyam insisted and I laughed before following him to his family’s home.

-

“She pulled your hair? What an ‘eveng. Can’t even fight properly.”

“Right? Then I grabbed her hair right back and slammed her head into the wall. Like girl, be so fucking for real.” You explained, using hand motions during your story with your hand that wasn’t being treated at the time. In your mind, it helped you get the point across.

Neteyam softly laughed at your antics. He never truly understood your human phrases or slang but he always saved them in the back of his mind to ask about later. The boy learned what ‘musty’ meant a while ago because of this.

The both of you told life stories of what had been going on during the time away from eachother. Neteyam had been growing into a mature boy more each time you saw him, mostly due to the overwhelming pressure of being the golden oldest child. Living up to Jake’s standards seemed absolutely impossible yet Neteyam did it. You on the other hand became tougher and rougher. Sadder as well. You dated around constantly and never seemed to be able to keep a relationship for more than a month. All this just to make yourself feel better. It was absolutely a downfall from your once beaming and sensitive self.

Neteyam couldn’t help but to blame himself yet again for your change. If he came around more, you wouldn’t have needed to toughen up to protect yourself from the fuckers at your ‘home.’

You crawled behind his sitting body, wrapping your legs around his waist and hugging his torso. Trying to comfort the boy, you said, “Teytey. Stop being emo bro because it’s not your fault. I couldn’t stay a little bitch forever you know? I just changed around them but I’m still the same person you knew only a few months ago. Just less…snotty and cry-y.”

His laugh vibrated through your body and you smiled against his back. “Cry-y isn’t even a word, Y/N.”

“It is now!” You said and swung your body around to tackle him to the ground. Then as you hovered over him, you took the liberty to give him a real nasty wet willy.

Neteyam gasped and cursed in shock and disgust before reaching his hands up your sides, tickling the sensitive skin.

You fell to the ground and laughed out profanities that were barely audible due to the lack of air in your lungs. Neteyam now loomed over you, continuing his attack. Your best friend only stopped when you declared him the winner of the squabble through breathless laughter.

He dropped next to you and you both laid in comfortable silence as you calmed down and wiped stray tears from your face.

The silence was quickly destroyed when the entire Sully family came into the home. You departed from Neteyam to talk to Kiri about the small insect in her hand that she was completely enraptured by.

“What is it?” You asked, laying your head on her shoulder comfortably to look at the fluorescent bug.

Kiri didn’t take her eyes off of it when she said, “I have no idea but look at it dance! It’s so cute.”

The bug was indeed dancing. It used the two back legs to lift it’s yellow rump in the air side to side.

You and Kiri laughed at the cute thing for a few more moments before she eventually let it go free.

It was coming to be about dinner time and whatever Neytiri was cooking smelled bomb as fuck. Neytiri never came around when Jake and the kids visited you. From your knowledge, she didn’t take to humans too fondly but you would never hold a grudge against her for that. If you were her you’d probably do the same.

Seeing her for the first time today was scary, though. She looked at you with this indescribable expression as you greeted her. When she did not greet you back, Lo’ak told you not to take it personally. You didn’t. You were more interested in how much Neteyam took after her. She was just so beautiful. The Sully family has some good genes for sure!

Once dinner was ready, Neteyam pulled you over to him. Basically not giving you a choice but to be next to him to eat. He slang a heavy arm over your shoulder to ensure any attempts to escape would not be successful. You rolled your eyes at his clinginess but secretly you adored it.

The family talked amongst eachother but you stayed silent, trying to ignore Neytiri’s eyes on you. The food was so damn good but you couldn’t even focus on it because it felt like she was trying to burn holes in your head with her eyes. Once you finished eating, you excused yourself and quickly walked out.

The air seemed fresher outside without the pressuring glare of their gorgeous mother. With your hands on your knees, you deeply inhaled and exhaled to try to calm your pounding heart.

Neteyam followed you out of the home, rubbing your back for comfort as you caught your breath. “She is intense but she doesn’t dislike you. She’s weary is all.”

You nodded in understanding which was all you could seem to do in the moment.

He paused his back rubbing sesh, thinking for a moment before saying, “Come on. I have something to show you.”

Like an obedient dog you followed him. Honestly, you’d follow him to the edge of the earth if he wanted you to but that’s besides the point.

Neteyam guided you to his ikran where he mounted the willing creature. A rush of excitement passed through you as you realized what was happening. He swooped you up by your waist and plopped you down behind him.

“I’ve been meaning to give you this for so long when I finally got my ikran but my duties got in the way. Here you go.” Neteyam said with a slightly sad tone as he reached into his side pouch and pulled out a small pair of flying glasses. They matched the ones that were sitting on top of his head.

You beamed with joy as you took them, thanking him a million times over. They fit perfectly.

For Neteyam, it felt like a dream. He was finally about to ride with you, something he’s dreamt about doing since the day that you two made it official that you were best friends. He loved you, truly. And now that you were finally within his grasp again he promised himself that he’d never let go no matter what his duties were or how busy he was.

Neteyam warned you to hold on tight before the ikran dipped down into the sky between the mountains. You gripped onto his waist like he was going to disappear in your arms. He noticed this and reached a hand back to grip onto your thigh to give you a better sense of security. The innocent act made electricity shoot up your spine. Your face burned despite the cool air whipping against it.

It’s not like you were stupid, though. Your intense crush on your best friend has lasted for years so no doubt his touch made you react that way. Your heart beat like crazy but so did Neteyam’s. The hard thumping in his chest was just from excitement, right?

As he did flips and harsh dips, laughs escaped your mouth, both from fear and excitement.

“Oh my god,” Your voice was airy as you yelled, “I’m gonna fucking die!”

You couldn’t see his face but you were sure he rolled his eyes when he replied with, “So dramatic!”

Suddenly, he started ululating as we soared through the sky.

He sounded so happy it made your heart throb with joy.

“C’mon, Y/N! Do it with me!” He insisted.

“Teytey, I don’t know how!” You yelled over the loud sound of wind blowing in your ear.

Neteyam patted your thigh before he gripped it again and said, “Feel the energy in you! Use your tongue!”

You laughed outwardly at his sentence but nonetheless followed his instructions. A cry of absolute adrenaline left your mouth. It felt so powerful as you let all of your energy out.

“That’s my warrior!”

The praise alone made you feel like you were about to explode.

Eventually the ride had to come to a stop as eclipse was quickly pproaching. But, Neteyam still had one more thing to show you so if that meant he would break curfew then so be it.

He swooped the ikran up to the top of one of the Hallelujah mountains. The darkness of the oncoming night made the nature around you so bright. You two climbed off of the ikran, him helping you of course, and he led you to a particular spot on the floating rock. It was a grassy area that had pretty fluorescent flowers surrounding it.

His demeanor seemed to become nervous as he sat down and motioned for you to follow suit.

“Tey? What’s wrong?” You immediately noticed the change and put your right hand against his face, the left on his knee.

He sighed and leaned into your touch. “Y/N. I promised myself I would never leave you lonely like I did before. Now that you’re within my reach I never want to let you go.”

His eyes were too intense in this moment to look at. Instead you focused on his white freckles as you said, “Neteyam, you’re acting as if we haven’t seen eachother in years.”

“Even a month without you is too much for me to bear. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Neteyam’s hands took yours off of his body so that he could hold them. His hands fully engulfed yours.

Rolling your eyes in disbelief you said, “Dude, this is starting to sound really romantic. You don’t think of me that way don’t play with me please. I can’t do shitty jokes like this right now.”

He forced you to meet his beautiful eyes. They were full of emotion and complete adoration as he whispered, “I see you, Y/N L/N.”

Alarms were going off in your head. It all seemed too good to be true so it must not be true. You tried to change his mind by saying, “Close your eyes then because I can tell you now that I am not the one you want.”

But that did not deter him.

Neteyam felt like crying. He only ever wanted to be yours so why were you being so difficult? Neteyam spoke after a long silence, “Why do you not believe me, Y/N? I’ve chosen you since the day we met. We were eight. You strayed away from your home and got lost in the forest. I found you playing with a baby viperwolf. No fear in your heart. So don’t have fear now.”

Your heart beat painfully hard as you realized this was actually happening. The boy you loved for years has loved you too.

“Many Na’vi want you. I want you as well, Tey, more than anything. But, your future is going to be affected by you being with a human. Neytiri would disapprove of us with her whole chest. I’m sure she’d probably throw me off the mountain if she could.” A small chuckle left your mouth at the thought of that woman chucking you to your death. Your chuckle died quickly at the thought of Neteyam being with anyone else other than you. It hurt to think about. Like physically hurt your heart and brain.

You felt sick.

“I don’t care about what my mother thinks of my love life. She’s going to have to get used to it because I only want you, not anybody else. So please, take me as yours forever.” Neteyam begged, looking up through his lashes. His tail swung anxiously. God was he beautiful. The unpleasant feelings slowly melted away.

You sat as tall as you could and grabbed his face, leaning in and planting your soft lips upon his. The sound of his tail hitting the ground wildly made you smile against his lips.

He was utterly in love. Neteyam felt drunk as your mouth moved against his so gently. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his lap as he sat up. Everything felt like it was on fire. So many dreams of this and now it finally happened.

When you came up for air, you saw the lovestruck look in his face and you knew that he was yours forever. All worries seemed to dissipate in that moment when you looked in his eyes.

“I see you, Neteyam. And I love you.”

“I love you too, skxawng.”

#avatar #avatar way of water #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam #writing #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #neteyam fluff #yeah this took a long ass time anywaysss

[here4kpopfics]

hey kelly congrats on your milestone!!✨ if you have time, id like to request a jjk drabble with #44 (I'm only here for the dog) and #82 (this is a one time thing)! fluff or smut or both (ill love it regardless)💖💖💖 if youre overwhelmed with other requests, no worries!!

OKAY so I had something already planned after Koo's lives at home and ekrgjtsjfrejkgsrg this worked perfectly. Keeping it short and sweet and fluffy bc there are other requests that are straight up filth. So cute Dog Dad as a cleanser. 💜💜💜 unedited again bc lazy

#44 was also requested by @btscontentenjoyer so here you go as well, beautiful 😘

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jjk x reader | just some cute fluff | 532 words | pg13 | Bam is best boy.

“Where’s my favorite boy?!” You ask, brushing past Jungkook at the front door and entering his living room. 

“Hello to you, too?” He questions, closing the door and turning to see Bam jumping up off the couch to get all of your attention. “Bam! Chill!” 

The dog turns to look at his dad for a brief moment before you laugh, turning back to you with an excited pant. 

“It’s fine, Bam. You have to let your daddy think he’s the favorite. I get it.” Jungkook walks behind you, grabbing the bags of takeout food from your hands in perfect timing for you to grab Bam’s head. You kiss the top of his head and give him a bunch of scratches before he circles around you once and runs to his dad entering the kitchen. 

You follow the dog, who sits by his dog bowl, watching his dad and waiting. You sneak up behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist, standing on your tiptoes to rest your chin on his shoulder. 

“Hi, other favorite boy.” You grin at his look of disgust, quickly going in for a kiss on his cheek. 

“Absolute nonsense.” He grumbles, pulling out the takeaway boxes from the bags. 

“Oh, Koo. You know I’m only here for the dog.” You kiss his shoulder, getting off your tiptoes and preparing Bam’s food. “Oh and your couch, your giant tv, and your Netflix acco—” 

You’re quickly spun around, Jungkook’s lips crashing into yours to shut you up. You grin into the kiss, arms sliding around his shoulders. 

“Okay, okay. I’m also here for you.” 

“Damn right.” He kisses you again, hands on your hips, scooting you away from the counter, “switch. I’ll feed Bam.” 

“You think he likes me more, huh?” You tease, doing as he says anyway, cackling when he smacks your ass as you walk away. 

You both finish up your tasks, you unpack the food, putting it on plates and grabbing two pints and some beer, walking it all to the coffee table in front of the couch. Jungkook watches Bam to make sure he eats everything before sitting down on the floor with you, Bam curling up on the corner of the couch. 

You make it through two episodes of your current kdrama obsession with him before you get tired of sitting on the floor and crawl onto the couch, laying down on your side with a pillow. Jungkook gets up to join you but Bam beats him to it, curling up against your chest. You grin, wrapping your arm around Bam, peppering him with kisses. 

“This is a one time thing.” He states, mostly to the dog, moving your pillow and sitting down next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. Bam lifts his head, repeating your action of scooting up to rest his head on his knee while still curled against you.

“Mmm. This is the life. Favorite pup, favorite boy, comfy couch, good food…” your list trails off as you feel your eyes close, breathing slowly matching with the big sleeping dog. You softly smile at the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers gently massaging your scalp. 

Yup. This is the life.

#kelly posts #kelly writes #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook drabble #jjk drabble #drabble requests

[slowandsteddie]

Y’all voted on this.

“Hey there, big guy.” / “You aren’t Eddie.”

I was really really excited to write this, honestly.

It is VERY important that you read the CW on this one.

I might be working through some things I personally went through on this one, so it’s… darker than I’d normally go.

CW: Steve is drugged, very heavily implied sexual assault (maybe skip the pink font?), ptsd, mention of bad parents, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage drinking, bartender looks like Billy (isn’t btw), very brief mention of Billy’s death, mentions of drugs, mentions of weed

Lots of hurt and little comfort.

Parts of this feel kinda rushed to me, and there’s one part where that is on purpose. But, uh. Not a fan of the ending of this bc it’s late and I’m sleepy. But also I don’t wanna edit this or dwell on it or it won’t get posted at all. So. This is where we are.

Potential for a part two.

2536 words.

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After the night that Nancy called their relationship bullshit, Steve had sworn off alcohol and any drug stronger than the weed he used to help himself sleep when he was home alone. And he had been able to stick to it, too.

Until Starcourt.

When he had nearly been killed by Russians, confessed his love to a lesbian (while he, himself was mostly gay), and saw Billy Hargrove murdered by some thing from the Upside Down.

Yeah, life was pretty fucked up. And if he found solace at the bottom of a bottle, that was his problem.

No one but Robin needed to know. That girl was his Platonic soulmate and she got to know practically everything. Hell, he had lost track of how many times they had slept in the same bed, just so they could know the other was still breathing. They clung so tight to each other that it was like they were trying to nestle into rib cages and grasp onto bones so that they couldn’t be ripped apart again.

It helped with the nightmares and the panic to have someone so close to him who understood. Someone who knew what he went through without him having to explain it. Someone who knew that the fire cover up was complete shit. Someone who wasn’t a kid that he had to protect and hide his pain from.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved those kids. He would die for them. He’d kill for them. He’d wreck the beautiful car of his dreams for them. He’d even pretend to be okay for them, no matter what. But he could never confide in them. Not about what he went through. Not the way he could with Robin.

The thing about trauma bonding with someone is that there doesn’t have to be secrets. They already knew the worst thing that you have been through, so everything else would be a cakewalk by comparison.

During the day, it was easy to be goofy and laugh and hide the fact that he had been through absolute hell. But at night, everything came back to him. Him screaming that he just worked for Scoops and not being believed. Him offering free ice cream for life, just to get out of there.

Offering his body when that didn’t work because he didn’t have anything else and he knew his parents wouldn’t pay a ransom, even if the Russians had decided to try that route. And if they took him up on that offer, no one had to know. He didn’t even have to know. He could just pretend that the drugs took those memories too and not think about it.

The night time was what had him drinking again. The sun would start setting and he’d find himself reaching for that bottle, as though he needed it as desperately as he needed air and open spaces.

Even when Robin was over, he couldn’t close the door before taking a shower. Though, that didn’t matter much, when she’d go sit on the toilet and talk to him, with nothing but a curtain between them as the water poured over him and he sobbed as silently as he could while he cleaned himself and she chatted away about some random thing that he couldn’t follow, no matter how hard he tried. On particularly bad nights, Robin would find him in the shower, and wearing his t-shirt and shorts, she would help him wash his hair, his body, while he could only lean against the wall, feeling as though he would shake himself apart.

But, he needed to get better. He couldn’t be a mess forever. He couldn’t rely on his best friend always being available to help him through the rough patches. Most people would see the therapist recommended to them after going through things like The Upside Down and days of torture at the hands of Russians in a base under the mall that they used to work in.

Not Steve.

Oh, no.

That made too much sense.

Instead of therapy, he decided that going to a gay club in Indy would be a great idea. It had been long enough that his injuries had turned to scars. Sure, his ears rang a lot and sometimes his vision went a little fuzzy if he turned his head too fast, but he was fine. Really.

He had called and told Robin where he’d be. He didn’t need her panicking because she went to his house and he wasn’t there. He also called Henderson, just to make sure one of the kids knew he wasn’t home. They all talked constantly so the message would get around.

Just because he was stupid, didn’t mean he was irresponsible.

Steve was dressed in his favorite jeans, the ones that made his ass look nice, and a yellow polo. He didn’t really have many options in terms of shirts because it was almost time to do laundry again. He hated the washer though, as he still had times when his ribs panged when he tried to lean over too far. With that stupid washer, he always had to lean too far. There was no other way to make sure he got everything out of it.

He took the time to style his hair properly, even when the effort made his arms shake and the muscles in his hands and wrists spasm. Being tortured had some lasting effects and it was annoying. He was so tired of it. Tired of being forced to remember what he went through, even while doing the most mundane things.

He flipped the collar on his shirt up to try and make sure that the scars on his neck weren’t too obvious at first glance. That was as good as it was going to get as he refused to wear makeup to cover it up.

Then, he walked out to his car after locking the front door. Here goes nothing. He slid into the car that he hadn’t actually driven in a few weeks and started her up. She purred as though it was only yesterday that she was last turned on.

Steve mouthed the directions to himself before buckling up, turning on the radio, and beginning the drive.

Time passed, though he wasn’t sure how much of it. But he did get to the club without incident. He parked his car and locked the door before putting the keys in his pocket.

His favorite thing about this place was that they didn’t ID, something that he remembered from when he had came here before Starcourt. He had just wanted to dance with fellow queers. The first few times that he was here, he had been given water when he went to the bar.

He was glad to find that this time the bartender asked him what he’d be drinking. He was glad that the blond with curly hair and a charming smile didn’t even bat an eye over his request for a shot of whiskey, and just poured the drink.

“First one’s on the house.” God, even his voice was charming.

“Thank you,” Steve replied gratefully.

He threw the drink back and didn’t even make a face over it. The familiar, warm burn of the alcohol was a welcome one.

“How much for the second?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“For you? A dollar a shot.”

Steve placed a 10 dollar bill down. “One shot and one mixed drink that would leave you with what you consider an acceptable tip.”

“Yessir,” the bartender replied with a smile.

It wasn’t fair that the older male had ocean eyes he could get lost in.

Steve took the shot like nothing again, running a hand through his hair. He thanked the bartender, again, before taking his mixed drink and moving to the dance floor.

He was having fun. There were a lot of people and loud music and he had some liquid courage that was also helping to keep his chronic pain under control. After a few songs, he finished his drink before going to take his glass to the bar.

He was dizzy, but he just assumed that was from turning his head too fast a few minutes ago when someone started dancing behind him. He told himself that it had just been because he wanted to know if the guy pressing against his back was cute or not. (He was.)

Steve’s thoughts were incoherent, but he had moments when his brain didn’t seem to work right, especially when he was under the influence. It was his new normal ever since his brain had been starved of oxygen. But he couldn’t think about that again. Not now.

He asked the bartender for water, noticing the name tag this time. Billy. Oh, the painful irony.

He drank it down pretty fast, fully intending to thank him for it after. But then there was an arm around his shoulder and he was moving on to help someone on the other side of the bar.

“Hey there, big guy,” the other male said while squeezing his shoulder.

“You aren’t Eddie,” he said stupidly. It was in that moment that Steve realized who he had a crush on, but that wasn’t important right now.

“I can be whoever you want me to be, handsome.”

Steve pulled away. “I’m sorry, but no. You really can’t.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. Eddie sent me to take you home.”

“He wouldn’t have sent anyone to get me.” He said defiantly. “He’d come himself,” he added to cover up whatever he had said.

The world was spinning worse and he turned to walk to the bathroom. He was being followed and he knew it, but what other choice did he have?

By the time Steve got to the bathroom, he was mostly out of it. But, he got flashes.

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The door being locked behind them.

His pants being unbuttoned.

Trying to struggle but it was just so hard to lift his arms.

Being shoved against the counter.

Heavy breathing in his ear.

Pain.

Sliding down.

Curling into a ball.

Clutching his own shirt.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

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When Steve woke up again, the first thing he noticed was that he was in the trailer. The second thing he noticed was that he felt like shit. Everything hurt more than it should for just a hangover, and he didn’t even want to think about why his hips and thighs felt the way they did.

He tried to sit up, groaning over the effort before letting himself lay back down on the couch. The toilet flushed, the water ran, and then there were footsteps coming back toward him. He didn’t know why he flinched and tried to hide in the blanket he had over him, but he did.

“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie said softly.

Steve whimpered. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t like being called that anymore. It was something that the older male had called him ever since they started getting friendly. Ever since he had started buying weed from him.

“Wanna talk about it, Steve?” He added.

He shook his head.

“Why’d the bartender call me when he found you instead of Robin? Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you thought I was safe.”

“I don’t know. Was kinda falling apart. I guess I wanted drugs more than…”

“More than your girlfriend?”

Steve snorted. “She’s my Platonic soulmate. Capital P. Not my girlfriend.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Want me to call the soulmate?”

Steve shook his head quickly before groaning and holding his temples. “My car?” He croaked.

“I took Jeff with me to pick you up. He drove ‘er back. Your car is in my driveway, safe and sound.”

Steve made a sound and let his eyes close.

“Steve. I’m not going to make any choices for you. But you were assaulted. The only reason that bartender didn’t call the police was that he didn’t want to out you.”

His eyes fluttered. “That… that explains it.” His body chose that moment to let him pass out again.

When he was conscious again, he was still on Eddie’s couch. He could hear the other male talking on the phone. He did his best to pretend that he was still asleep. But he was crying and the sniffling gave him away.

“Hey man, do you want Robin to come here?”

“No,” he said too quickly. “I just… I need a bit to comprehend. Tell her an hour, yeah? Then I’ll go with her and get out of your hair.”

Eddie relayed the message and hung up.

“He drugged me. But I still knew what was up. He flirted with me, but I wasn’t interested. I said he wasn’t you as though I had some kind of right to want it to be you who was flirting, man. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Of course it was only the apology that Eddie picked up on.

“Because I have no right to have a crush on you after how I treated you. Because I have no right to tell you that I have a crush on you after what happened to me.”

“If that’s how you feel, then I have no right to tell you that the feeling is mutual and that I have every intention of finding the guy who did this to you and making him pay. I have no right to feel so possessive and protective. I have no right to tell you that I always run away, but right now I just want to fight for you.”

“Mm. You’re right. We have no right to be having this conversation when it’s too much for me.”

Eddie was about to get up.

“Hold me?” Steve asked so quietly.

And his request was honored so gently. He might have been whimpering and flinching, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the older male’s shirt and clinging to it.

When Robin barged into the trailer, exactly sixty-one minutes later, Steve flinched and his hands gripped on to Eddie’s knees tightly.

Eddie was sitting sideways on the couch, his legs spread so that Steve could be seated between them. His back was against the older male’s chest and his hands had been playing with the loose threads over Eddie’s knees before he was startled. Eddie had been trying to braid Steve’s too short hair as they listened to some music that neither male was paying enough attention to in order to place.

As soon as he saw his best friend, he was struggling to his feet before stumbling over to her with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

“R-Robbie.”

“Stevie.”

“I shouldn’t have gone.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.”

They were clinging to each other, both of them shaking.

“Promised to never leave you again.”

“It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Also, Eddie is driving us home because I refuse to let go of you.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“And then you’re staying, too.” Steve added.

“I am.” There was a smile to Eddie’s voice at that.

Despite everything, Steve liked him and felt safe with him. Hopefully Eddie would never do anything to break that.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #read the cw #read the tw #i’m sorry pls forgive me #steddie fanfiction #so much angst #feat stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #robin buckley #robin buckley stranger things #bad guy oc #slowandsteddie

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you're still accepting requests, what about t4t lesbian steddie? them having their First Ever Girls' Night together, maybe they're not even dating yet bc they don't want to risk the friendship with like. the one other person in The Whole World (small town indiana) who gets them. much pining and trans joy ensues.

-stevieharringtonwifeguy (it's a sideblog so i can't send an ask from there, but if you do end up doing something with this please tag me, not sure how anonymous asks work with notifications)

AHHH THIS ONE MADE ME NERVOUS. For one, and I know it makes no fucking sense because I have never lived the experience of a gay man, but I have never lived the experience of a trans person and for some reason my brain was like, you don't get to write this experience. But then I said, these are fictional characters, that you write even more fictional things about, and what the hell is the harm in trying to write an authentic small town t4t lesbian experience for these two. So @stevieharringtonwifeguy I really hope I did this justice, and that the wait was worth it. I also admit part of the reason I've been so incredibly nervous was that I haven't read more than a handful of ficlets with t4t Steddie, but after this I would LOVE some recommendations for more. Thank you so much for sending this! - Mickala ❤️

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“Oh. Okay. Well, that’s okay. Em and I can still have fun,” Stevie said, voice only slightly shaky despite her sudden nerves.

“Sorry, I swear if I didn’t have a fever, I’d still be there,” Robin said over the phone.

“Feel better, Robs.”

Stevie hung up with her best friend, letting out a sigh and leaning her head against the table.

“Everything okay, Stevie?” Em asked from the doorway.

It was supposed to be girls night, Em’s first with Robin and Stevie, and now Robin was stuck in bed with the flu.

Not a great start.

Stevie and Em had spent hardly any time alone since Robin first introduced them. It wasn’t for any particular reason, it’s just that Stevie was really cautious about who she got close to, and it seemed Em was the same way.

But now they were having an entire night alone. Together. Alone.

Did she say alone yet? No one else would be there.

This was only a big deal because she had the biggest, most ridiculous crush on Em.

How could she not? She was fucking beautiful, and fun, and kind, and entertaining, and perfect.

It may be more than a crush.

But Em wasn’t into women, or at least that's what Robin said.

That she’d asked her out once after band practice senior year and Em said that she didn’t date girls.

So Stevie had to let it go the best she could and just try to welcome her to the group.

“It’s okay. Robin’s sick. Can’t come,” Stevie said against her arm.

“Oh. Do you want me to go?”

“What?” Stevie sat up, eyes wide and sad.

“You just seemed like you might not wanna do it anymore without her?”

“No! That’s not it. I’m just a little bummed, but we can still have fun,” Stevie tried changing her tone so it was full of more excitement.

“Oh. Good,” Em smiled at her shyly.

Em wasn’t usually very shy around Robin. Others, sure, but never when Robin was around.

Their plans tonight were pretty simple: paint nails, watch movies, eat candy, sleep.

But Robin was supposed to be bringing the candy, so Stevie was gonna have to improvise a bit.

She stood up from the table and walked to her cabinets, her mostly empty cabinets, and started rummaging through. There had to be some kind of decent snacks.

“I could run to the store and grab something?” Em offered as she watched Stevie push things around in her cabinets, clearly struggling to find a decent snack.

“We could make an actual dinner? I have spaghetti,” Stevie hesitantly suggested.

Em smiled and nodded.

“I love spaghetti.”

Stevie smiled and pulled out a pot to fill with water. She set it on the stove to boil and then searched for the jar of sauce she knew was in the cabinet by the fridge.

“Shit. Where is it?”

“I can help,” Em said, coming up behind Stevie and placing her hand on her back.

Stevie tried to cover the shiver that ran down her back, but couldn’t quite manage it.

“Are you cold?” Em asked, concern in her voice and on her face.

“No! I’m okay. I’ll get some of the other stuff I need if you wanna look for the sauce. It’s uh, red?”

Em smirked.

“I’ll do my best.”

They continued on their separate tasks, until Em finally let out a loud “ah-ha!” and held up the jar of sauce.

She brought it over to Stevie, proud smile lighting up her face.

She was so beautiful, Stevie let herself bask in it for a moment. She couldn’t help it with the way Em just glowed.

Em cleared her throat, giving Stevie a nervous smile.

“Okay?” She asked.

“Oh! Yes. Thank you for finding this,” Stevie rushed to say, grabbing the jar from her and turning back to the pot she’d grabbed to heat the sauce and add her secret ingredients.

She could feel Em watching her, and instead of making her nervous like it should, it made her want to show off.

Stevie was a great cook, though she never did it unless it was for the kids she babysits or Robin.

“Do you want any help? I don’t wanna get in the way,” Em said, her face slightly pink.

Stevie didn’t need help, she could handle it easily, but having Em help her cook sounded like the kind of domestic fantasy she’d been picturing for almost a year now.

“Sure. You wanna add the pasta to the water first and then I’ll have you stir the sauce for a second?”

Em quickly followed her instructions as Stevie measured out some honey, brown sugar, and cayenne pepper to add to the sauce.

“Can I ask you something kind of…well, really personal? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Em said nervously.

“Sure,” Stevie responded with a comforting smile.

She was used to personal questions from the kids. They meant well, and they were just curious, but sometimes they asked the wildest shit.

“How did you pick your name?”

Stevie didn’t expect that one. Not because she’d never been asked about it before, but because her name was so close to her birth name, most people just assumed she didn’t put much thought into it.

“I actually picked it because of a boy I spent most of my time with at summer camp when I was little. We were inseparable there, did everything together. I told him that sometimes I didn’t really feel like a boy, and that I knew I liked girls, but didn’t know why I wanted to be one sometimes. He started calling me Stevie and it just stuck. He was my best friend there for years until he just stopped coming. The next summer I ended up starting my transition and it just made sense to go by Stevie.”

Em was quiet. She stirred the ingredients into the sauce as Stevie spoke, not commenting when she was done.

“I don’t know what happened to him. Nobody at the camp knew.”

Em turned to Stevie with a frown.

“Nobody knew because Wayne made sure it was a secret. Even told the school that I was his niece he never knew about and his nephew had moved back home.”

Stevie’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Wayne was Eddie’s uncle…”

“Yeah…”

Em and Stevie stared at each other, until it dawned on Stevie what she was saying.

“Oh my god. It was you.”

The realization made Stevie let out a sob.

“I cried for a week straight the summer you didn’t show. They almost sent me home,” Stevie said, resisting the urge to throw herself at Em. She’d missed their friendship for years. “The counselor in my cabin tried calling Wayne even to find out where you were.”

Em’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry. I knew how to contact you, but I got scared. I didn’t want you to think I was doing anything to like, compete with you? I dunno. It’s stupid now. No one, especially not you, would think that,” Em rambled.

Stevie put down the dishes she was pulling from the cabinet and turned to Em.

“When I told my parents I was a lesbian, they asked about ‘that boy from camp’ and asked why I had to be trans and gay, like either of those things are a choice. I’m trying to imagine what the hell they would say about ‘that girl from camp.’”

“Well, she didn’t know she was a girl yet at camp. Not really.”

“But she was, whether she knew it or not.”

They were staring at each other, blush on both their cheeks.

“You wanna go pick a movie?” Stevie finally asked, trying to get a second of space so she could process everything.

“Sure.”

The moment Em left the kitchen, Stevie let out a shaky breath.

Everything made sense. The way she was drawn to Em so quickly, the way that even with her shyness, they got along so well. The way her wide eyes seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place them now that she wore mascara and eyeliner.

Stevie had loved Em before she was Em, it only made sense she loved her now.

She could hear Em turning on Netflix, the volume of the tv just loud enough to hear the opening notes on the welcome screen.

She drained the pasta, and placed some on the plates she’d just gotten down. She added a couple scoops of the sauce on top and sprinkled some Parmesan cheese over it all.

She brought the plates to the living room and smiled when she saw Em getting comfortable on the sofa.

“Your dinner, your majesty,” Stevie said dramatically, handing over the plate.

“Why thank you, chef,” Em replied just as dramatically.

Stevie sat down on the couch next to her, mixing the sauce around on the plate to evenly coat the noodles.

“I’m glad you got to be who you always felt like you were, Stevie,” Em said quietly. “I’m sorry I disappeared.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. I’m glad you get to be Em now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They smiled at each other fondly, then turned back to the movie and ate their dinner in silence.

It was 13 Going On 30, which had been one of Stevie’s favorites on movie night at camp.

Em remembered.

But Stevie couldn’t possibly say anything about it, it would give her feelings away in a second.

When they were both done eating, Em took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them and Stevie went to the bathroom to grab her nail polish collection.

But the mood had shifted a bit when they both made it back to the couch.

“I’m pretty tired,” Em sighed, curling up against the pillow on the end of the couch.

“I could paint your nails for you if you want? You can rest,” Stevie offered.

It may have been slightly selfish to offer at this point, but she would take what she could get.

Em gave her a soft smile and nodded.

“What color?” Stevie asked as she held out the basket.

“Surprise me. I trust you,” Em said as her eyes closed and she moved her hands out so Stevie had access to her nails.

“Oh. Okay.”

Stevie watched her for a moment, the way she relaxed into the couch, completely trusting Stevie to pick a color, paint her nails, and let her sleep.

Stevie found a dark red, nearly maroon, that she’d only used once and decided she didn’t like it with her skin tone, but knew it would work for Em.

She got started, focusing intently on making sure she didn’t get any on her skin, and going through two coats and a clear coat to make sure it stays fresh for at least a few days.

She leaned over to start gently blowing on them so they would dry faster.

When she looked up, Em’s eyes were open and she was giving her a sleepy smile.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Em whispered.

“Like the color?”

“Mhm. ‘S pretty, like you,” Em said before closing her eyes again.

What.

“What?”

Stevie couldn’t pull away or look away or stop her thoughts from racing.

Em didn’t date girls, that’s what she’d told Robin.

Then again, that was two years ago, when they were still in high school.

And maybe she’d said it to protect herself.

Hawkins wasn’t exactly a queer friendly space, that’s why Stevie had to be extremely careful during her transition, and why Em and Wayne had probably just straight up lied about hers.

But still.

Stevie gently placed Em’s hands down against the couch, hoping she wouldn’t move too much since they were still slightly wet.

She got up and ran to her room, furiously texting Robin.

Robin wasn’t answering but that didn’t stop her from sending a million texts.

She was damn close to a panic attack when she heard shuffling in the hall.

“Stevie? You awake?” Em asked outside her door.

“Uh, yeah. Come in!”

No! Stupid! You’re having a fucking crisis, don’t tell her to come in!

But she was in the room already, tired but concerned when she saw the way Stevie was rocking back and forth on her bed.

“What’s wrong?” Em asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing. Just kind of tired.”

“You look strung out.”

“I’m fine.”

“Stevie-“ Em cut herself off with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry you found out like this. I should’ve told you earlier.”

“No, I get it. It’s okay. It’s not up to anyone but you who to tell and when, ya know? It’s your story, you’re the author, if you don’t wanna write it for others, then don’t.”

Em was smirking.

“That is word for word what Robin told me when I came out to her.”

Shit. Yeah, she’d given her that speech, too.

“You know, she asked me on a date once,” Em continued, scooting closer to Stevie in bed.

“I know.”

“I turned her down.”

“Yeah. You said you didn’t date girls.”

“That’s not what I said.”

Stevie watched as Em reached a hand out to cover Stevie’s knee.

“I said that I didn’t date girls who I couldn’t completely relate to,” Em said with a small smile. “You know what I mean?”

Stevie felt her body relax.

Em only dated trans women. It made sense.

“So like…”

“Stevie, I’ve been so fucking in love with you for so long, I don’t even think any other woman would have a chance in hell.”

Oh.

Okay.

“Can I kiss you?” Stevie managed to ask, despite her nerves and shock at the turn of events.

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”

When Stevie leaned in to kiss her, she knew this was one of those life altering moments, one of those events that happens and your entire life plan course corrects to completely revolve around this person, this thing happening.

When their lips met, Stevie knew she’d waited for this.

That anyone else she’d managed to kiss over the years couldn’t even be put on the same list as Em. That no matter what happened with them long term, she would never love anyone quite like she loved Em.

And with the way Em smiled into the kiss that neither of them wanted to pull away from, she seemed to think the same.

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[mingiswow]

Boyfriend!Jongho

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry if there's any mistake

ok, is really hard for me to write about him because he has the same age as my little sister 

So it feels weird to me lol 

Anyway 

Baby boy Jongho 

He has such a tsundere vibe for me 

Not because he wants to 

But because he doesn’t know how to act around you

His shyness acts as coldness 

And that doesn’t help him at the beginning 

Bc when you guys met you thought he didn’t like you 

He barely spoke to you 

Never looked at you 

And the word exchange was reduced to sounds or monosyllabic words

But that’s because he couldn’t even look at you 

God you were so beautiful and ethereal to him 

An angel on earth 

So he asked help to your mutual friends 

“Let’s get drunk and then you use a little liquid courage”

It didn’t work the way he had planned because another person was hitting on you and he got jealous 

“Get away from yn they’re mine!” 

Now imagine the scene: he all drunk and tipsy, face red, eyes small and a pout that he thought was making an angry face but was more on the sad puppy side 

But hey! You thought he was cute like that and happy that he liked you back 

Jongho is a very discreet boyfriend 

Def not a fan of pda 

Or skinship in general 

I feel like he leaves the touches and caressing to more special moments

But as soon as you got more intimate in your relationship he became a cuddle bug 

He loves laying down in bed with your head on his chest and your arms wrapped around each other

A comfortable and comforting silence falls upon you two 

He just enjoys the comfort of your presence 

You don’t have to say or do anything, just being by his side he is ultimately happy 

He is quite a sappy boyfriend

He knows that he doesn’t touch you as much as he should but it’s just the way he is 

So he compensates (even tho you tell him he doesn’t have to) with homemade meals, long walks at the beach at night, dinner at a restaurant you said you wanted to try, little flower bouquets every now and then just because, opens the doors for you, pulls the chair for you to seat, hangs your jacket for you

The last romantic™️

He also changes a lot around people because of you

He gets softer

And is a daydreamer 

Sometimes his mind is doing things on auto mode that he doesn’t even realize that he’s thinking of you while practicing the new routine 

The boys don’t complain tho

They are loving this Jongho 

Mostly wooyoung because now he can rest lol 

Like I said, he is a sappy romantic boyfriend that just came out of some teen rom-com from the 00s

And so came his kisses 

Omg I feel like this man's kisses are the absolute most amazing kisses you could ever experience 

He just holds your face between his hands with such love and care

And look at your eyes deeply as he is professing his love by the way he looks at you 

Then he gently touches your nose before finally touching your lips 

His lips are a little rough but that doesn’t mean his kisses are rough as well

No no no 

This man has the softest, feathered and smooth kiss you’ve ever tasted 

He is a slow kisser

Tastes you so deeply

Makes your heart and stomach do backflips in excitement

You feel so so loved

You literally melt in his arms as you hold him

But as we know, most pros have their cons

And jongho is no exception 

He tends to get jealous very easily 

Not because he doesn’t trust you or doubt himself, but more because he doesn’t trust the other person 

He gets overprotective over you very easily 

And this can be quite annoying sometimes 

“Why are you home so late?”

“I told you I was going to go drink with my friend after work/school”

“Well, I was worried. What if something happened to you?”

Because of that, you fight quite a bit 

Not big fights 

But discussions 

That sometimes ends with you going to sleep in some of your friend's house or him in the dorms 

But he learned to pass over his pride and learned how to apologize over the time 

Because I’m the beginning he never apologized because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong 

But you guys talked through it 

You told him how you felt and he told you as well 

So the discussions always end with you both apologizing a few hours after 

NSFW from here on ⇉ minors dni ⇇

I have no other words other than dom

He is a soft man 

But he loooooves the sensation of being a little mean and authoritarian 

I mean, he is the maknae, he’s almost never in charge in his work 

So he enjoys bossing you around 

Even if you are older than him 

He is still dominating you

He is equal parts sweet and mean 

And you can notice in the way he talks to you 

He praises you for being so good to him for holding your orgasm like he asks you to do 

And seconds later he is laughing at your fucked out state and mocking you for begging to cum 

Jongho is a big big big fan of toys 

Because they’re his best friends 

They help him not only tease you but please you 

Has an enormous collection of vibrators, they’re his favorite 

Probably will use a toy every time you guys have sex 

Because he sees sex as this intimate and almost immaculate thing 

So he likes to take his time and enjoy the process 

Loves the little turning-on game you guys play before actually having sex 

Testing kisses and touches, kisses that last longer than they should, lips that go to other places, hands that adventure around each other’s bodies, sweet promises and teases whispered in your ears 

So the use of toys is a prolonging of that game 

Also, jongho is not a fan of giving oral 

Sorry everyone 

But since he uses the toys is all good 

And also, won’t force you to give him head 

But gladly enjoys it when you do 

It’s when he praises you the most tho

He is also a huge fan of sensory deprivation and stimuli

I’m talking about tying you up so you can’t touch him, blindfolding you so you can’t see him, playing with hot wax or ice on your skin so you get extra aware of your senses and surroundings 

But nothing will ever compare to the feeling of fucking you 

This man goes feral when he is inside of you 

He just can’t hold it 

Your walls feel so good around him 

He gets so lost that he does everything in auto mode 

Plays with your skin, your sensitive parts, nipples, hold you by your neck (not actually choking, just holding), pulls your hair (if you have), biting and marking your skin 

He just lets his primal instincts take over 

And if you start scratching and nailing his back he goes even wilder 

He’s not afraid of moaning 

But he just growls

Like an actual animal 

“If you keep marking me like this I won’t last longer sweetie”

It’s a lie 

This man has stamina 

He can go and go and go 

So prepare yourself 

Because when he is in the mood to make love to you - on his own terms of the act obviously - you guys will be locked in the bedroom for days 

But being the gentleman he is, after all of that he will treat you like royalty 

Will clean you up and take you for a warm bath with bath salts that will relax and soothe your body 

Will wash your hair, brush and even dry it 

And if he’s feeling extra lovely he’ll massage your feet and your arms

Then he just cuddles you and lulls you to sleep with his beautiful voice 

He is a gentleman in the streets and a freaky gentleman in the sheets

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[the-knaves-world]

His Name...

Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Slightly(?) Spicy but mostly fluff!

The idea for this one came from @hanafubukki so credit to them! Hope you guys enjoy!

Little side note: I think bc lilia is a fae, he would give his partner some Irish nicknames. Like A chuisle! That means My Pulse, essentially, the thing keeping them going!

Happy reading!

Lilia was a mysterious person to begin with. However, now, he is about 10 times more mysterious than he was before. As you walk in the door you notice 3 things. One is that the table is covered in bags that look expensive, the type of expensive that you would never pay for a few bags. The second thing is the group of people that sure as all hell did not live in your dorm. The third and final thing you noticed was that there were fabrics and mannequins with fine fabrics thrown over them. “What in the bee balms is goin on here?” 

Four separate heads shot up to look at you, one in excitement, two looking puzzled and the last one with a small grin. Grim raced over and started pawing at your knees. “Gyah, look henchman!” Grim holds up a slip of fabric covered in what looks like star-shaped glitter. The fabric was a beautiful navy blue. “This is beautiful but uh…what is all this stuff for?”

Deuce spoke up with a slightly nervous look on his face. “The headmaster informed us about an upcoming masquerade ball here at Nightraven college.” Ace snickers and elbows Deuce lightly in the ribs. “Yeah, and juicy here wanted to…” Ace was smack upside the head unceremoniously by Jack. “Alright you two, knock it off now.”

Laughing, you smile at Jack and greet him. “Hey Jack! How was magift practice?” Jack smirks and boasts, “I whopped all those upperclassmen that wanted to play dirty!” Which led to the add in of Vil and Leona to the conversation. “The pup is doin pretty good, needs some work when it comes to dealing with certains types of trash talk though.” Leona is ever-so-graceful as he smirks at Jack from the corner of his eye. 

“There are some types of trash talk that even you don’t tolerate dorm leader.” Jack and Leona share a look before going back to leona complaining to Vil about having to get all dressed up for the masquerade ball this year. “I don’t understand the point of this. We aren’t exactly the dancing type. Let alone ballroom dancing. All this is, is a pain in the ass.”

“Leona, you are a dorm leader as well as the second born prince of your kingdom, have some decorum. At least gripe about having to do things like this with some class.” Vil rolls his eyes and looks over to you. “Potato, we were told you were learning to sew and that formalwear is what professor Trein has you working on now. Is that correct?”

“Yeah, he had me start this past month.” Now you knew where this was going. “What do y’all need help with?” Vil smiles and strides over to you. “The theme this year needs reds, blacks and golds. I would appreciate the help with these potatoes and their costumes. I already had to contend with my dorm and I even helped Leona with his. Some help with the remaining dorms would be very much rewarded.”

As Grim heard ‘rewarded’ he hopped to attention and readily agreed to help out. You just have the feeling that you would be doing the majority of the work. “Yeah, no promises on the outfits being supermodel level though.” 

Vil laughs and pats your head gently, “I wouldn’t expect that from someone who just started. Just try your best and I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully.” That was reassuring coming from Vil himself. “So when is the deadline anyway?” You feel like you’re gonna regret asking that before agreeing to the request. Vil smirks and states, “One month.” Yeah, nope, no way is THAT happening.

Raising a brow at Vil and the others, you snark “And how exactly are you all going to be helping?” Vil and Trey step forward slightly. “We will be helping procure the fabrics, which is done, and Trey will be helping with the sewing. The outfits taken care of so far are as follows.” Vil and trey go on to explain that trey has finished most of Heartslabyul and the only one left is Caters. The whole of Pomefiore and Savannaclaw are done as well. Ignihyde and Diasomnia is already taken care of, naturally. 

“Ocatvinelle is mostly done so we don’t really have to worry about them. Jamil has taken care of Scarabia and is finishing his costume up now.” “So Cater, Jamil, you, Grim and myself are all that’s left?” Vil shakes his head. 

“You have already been taken care of.” Tilting your head in slight confusion at Vils’ statement and repeating his words over again in your head, you still don’t understand what he means. “What’dya mean?” Vil walks away and calls over his shoulder, “You got a box with the note to wear it to the masquerade this coming month. No, i don’t know who it came from. Secret admirer much?”

Shaking off Vils’ words for the time being, you plan out how to get these outfits done in time. Trey will do up his and Caters costumes. You will take on Jamil and Grims. You probably will be doing one for yourself too. ‘I don’t trust that box, but a secret admirer? Never had one of those, thought that only happened in movies.’ You walk towards the window where the sun was setting, ‘Time to start and hopefully get everything done quickly.’

~Three weeks later~

Working yourself to the bone to help decorate, finishing the costumes, being voluntold to help with cooking and baking for the benefactors that will be at the party and the staff and students who will be entertaining said benefactors, worrying about the box and helping with tutoring Ace and Deuce. Everything was just way too much. ‘On the upside, Grims costume, Jamils’ costume and all the masks were done and dusted. Now that most preparations for the masquerade were done, the box can be opened.’

‘I wonder, what is my little bat doing?’ As you scan the room, you notice the box. Almost like it was mocking you, the silky red ribbon waves in the wind blowing in from the open bedroom window. You walk towards it and slowly pull the ribbon out of its carefully constructed bow and swear that if any of the students or your friends are pranking you, you are going to murder them in their sleep.

The ribbon slips off the box and reveals a pattern on the back of it. A small ivy vine pattern is painted with great care, the gold paint contrasting to the red of the ribbon. Such care for a ribbon that many would pull off without a second thought. “Whoever did this was thorough and put so much care into this.” The first person that came to mind was Lilia, he put care into just about everything with you. Except for cooking, you were onto his crocodile tears. 

Opening the box revealed a beautiful garment with a small glittery sheen. The gloves a beautiful black with silver lining around the fingertips. “Oh my godzilla, this looks like it costs me my apartment rent, for a lifetime.” Picking it up and draping it across your front and watch as it shimmers in the ramshackle lighting. “Beautiful.” As you’re marveling at the beautiful formalwear, you hear a crash from the living room. “Gosh dammit. These guys.”

Putting the outfit away, you rush out to deal with your dorky friends. “It’s gonna be a long day.” 

~Masquerade Night~

Walking up the stairs to Nightraven college had never been more stressful. Well except for the first night that you popped out that black coffin. That isn’t the point right now. The masquerade was starting, Grim had ended up stuffing his face with his reward tuna so he was sleeping back at ramshackle, and the worst thing, Lilia hadn’t really made all that much effort to see you these past few days.

Anytime you had asked one of the dia trio, they shook their heads and chuckled, telling you that there was something that Lilia was planning and it would take a lot of his energy. Hard to believe considering the fact that this grown ass man was a fae that has lived for probably 1000+ years. ‘I just hope he isn’t in some type of magic trouble. Maybe Mals’ grandma called for him? Maybe he has to deal with something concerning the other Diasomnia boys?’ 

Walking into the ballroom for the first time, other than to decorate, was awe-inspiring. The crystal chandeliers were swinging back and forth in a beautiful rhythm of the crystal components twinkling like bell chimes. The decorations that you and everyone, even Leona, chipped in to get set up. The music was flooding the room, the violin an enchanting melody that made one question if one was even still awake, it sounded so magical.

Everything was like a scene out of a movie. That should be a given since Vil had been helping out. Vil and the others really pull through when you need them. “Even if they’re reckless at times, they’re still my boys.” You murmur fondly under your breath. You can never tell them that though, you’ll never be allowed to take it back or live it down.

Striding as confidently as you can in your gifted attire, you approach the tweels and Azul. “Shrimpy!” Floyd calls out, a few heads turn and the people around you greet you while the benefactors stare a little too long for your and the octotrios liking. Floyd wraps his lanky arm around your shoulder and pulls you so that your back is in front of his chest. “Uh..Floyd?”

Looking up you see Floyd with a sour expression. “First that bat and now these old guys?” Jade shakes his head and smiles that uncomfortable smile. “Floyd, they seem to have quite the luck. Let’s not push ours.” Jade pats his hand on your shoulder and leans in to whisper. “Floyd is just upset that people here seem to have no manners when they see something or someone that they like. Mores the pity, I agree with him for once.” 

As Jade pulls away, you see Azul looking a bit peeved. “Azul, what’s wrong?” You gently pull away from Floyds embrace and cradle Azuls hands in your own. “Is everything ok?” Usually Azul hated people borderline babying him, but you weren’t being rude or condescending, you actually cared and were genuinely asking because you worried about his feelings. “I am fine prefect, just some people here that have been quite the handful. Moreso than the other students here at Nightraven. Now that is a feat that i didn’t think possible.” Azul sighed and squeezed your hands in return to let you know that he really was ok. Don’t worry so much.

“I am gonna go check on everyone else, can’t have them destroying what we all worked so hard for. Plus, I have never been to a masquerade before. Dream come true for me actually. Makes me think of vampires and being whisked away into moonlit gardens while the music plays.” You giggle to yourself “Sorry, I rambled a bit too much.” You excuse yourself as you mentally yell ‘Lay off of the old vampire movies and horror movies.’ You couldn’t help it though, they reminded you of Lilia. He loves those old movies, always laughs at them while tucking your face into his collarbone. He would stroke your hair and hum lightly to you. He always knew how to make you feel better. 

��Why hasn’t he found me yet? Is he even here?’ These thoughts nag at you until you are caught in between Heartslabyul and Scarabia having a small argument in hushed voices. You only catch bits and pieces. “There is no way…” Jamil whispers to Riddle, who looks a bit miffed. “He looks…” Deuce trails off when Ace elbows him in the ribs. “Yeah well it is, of course he would be…” Aces voice is lost in the sea of chatter that is currently bursting out of the crowds of people around you.

Looking around to see what caused the commotion, you spot Crowley talking to a man with long black hair and pale skin. This man was dressed in all black, gold and silver were accents to the ensemble. Looked something like a military uniform. Scanning the room once more you notice two things. One, Silver is with Crowley and the uniformed man. Two, Malleus is looking upon the situation with great glee. He seems to be having a grand old time.

You look around the room and take note of where everyone is, just in case. Walking over to Malleus and dipping into a slight bow you smile up at him. “Your royal highness, how lovely it is to see you dressed up so nicely tonight.” You cringe slightly, shake your head, hug him and jokingly say, “Finally got invited, Tsunotaro?” Malleus looked unamused at the joke but then cracked a small smile. 

“Well child of man, you look stunning tonight. Pray tell, who gifted that to you?” Acting offended, placing your hand on your chest, you gasp. “How dare you imply that I am poor. That I lack the funds to even buy even tortilla chips and cheese sauce.” Letting out a small laugh you go on to say. “I haven’t the slightest clue, to be honest with you. It was left at ramshackle and addressed to me. Had such a pretty ribbon and everything. I didn’t wanna waste the fabric that was given to me, I am actually making new blankets and pillow cases with it.” Malleus smirked again and went on to nod his head in the direction of Crowley and the uniformed man again.

“That is unexpected, isn’t it?” Looking over at Mal in confusion about his sudden topic change, you do take a closer look at the man. The pointed ears that peaked out from behind his hair, the chains hanging from his ears and his sash across his chest. The man in question was a fae. He was also exceptionally beautiful, as all fae seemed to be. ‘I’m doomed if I ever meet Mals’ grandmother. I’ll probably pass away from those damn fae genes.’

Thinking about fae genes got the ball rolling. “Malleus, have you seen Lilia tonight?” Malleus looks even more amused and states “Why yes I have. It just so happens that we live together. My child of man, he is here, you needn’t worry so.” Malleus pats your cheek lightly. “Maybe going out onto the balcony will help, you look a little flushed.”

Malleus offers his arm to you and you take it gratefully. Maybe Mal was right, it was hot as balls in here. Maybe the night air would help. Stepping out onto the balcony was a welcome change. The night air was cool to the little skin that you had exposed. Malleus perked up a bit and excused himself, citing that he heard Sebek looking for him. That was easy enough to believe, knowing Sebek, everyone in that ballroom knew that Malleus was nowhere to be seen.

You hear the glass doors open and close quietly. You turn your head a little to see the man from earlier. Getting a better look at him now that you were in closer quarters and the lights that Crowley had installed by request of everyone who had seen the balcony. 

This man had long feathery lashes, a face sculpted by the fates themselves, eyes so deeply crimson that you felt like you would drown in them and lips that were only slightly tinged baby pink. He was ethereally beautiful. Suddenly, that ache in your chest started again. ‘He isn’t here. Lilia should be here with me right now, not some fae that I didn't know the first thing about.’ 

Some of that mental anguish must have shown on your face because the fae man called out. “Is everything alright?” He stepped a bit closer, enough to reach out and catch you should you stumble but still far enough away to not get hit with a blast of pepper spray should he say or do something wrong.

All I could think about was Lilia..why wasn't he here? Why did he stop coming to find you everyday? Was he bored? Or was he just extremely busy? 

Shaking off that train of thought, you looked up and smiled lightly at the man. "Sorry for spacing out there! Come out to get away from the noise and Crowley? Or did you just see Prince Malleus come from back here and decide to investigate?"

Laughing at the absurdity of the current situation, you give him the name of your favorite gemstone, can't give a fae your name and all that. The man smirked and shook his head, you can't lie to fae either. 

"At least you are taking proper precautions. Thank you for listening when you were no doubt told to give a fake name. At least you are being polite about it."

"Should've known that you would know that's not my name. But thank you for not pushing for it or thinking me rude for not telling you." 

He steps a bit closer to the railing and sets his gloved hands down on it and turns his head slightly to look at you. 

"Little one, you have no idea who I am, do you?" You look a little startled. "Not to be rude sir, but should I know who you are?" He looks amused.

"You know, my son always said I was scary when he was a kid. I intimidated him and others around me. So I usually appear rather short, helps me blend with other people better." He looks a bit bemused at the words he had just spoken.

"I know you are a fae but I was under the impression that shape-shifting was very energy consuming. Even the Fairest queen had a bit of an energy drain when she transformed herself into a crone."

You look up to him and tilt your head very lightly. 

"Is that just for humans then, the energy drain, I mean?"

"We fae are birthed from magic and should we die, we return to that magic. We use it from birth, we do not have as many magical limitations as humans do, my dear."

Turning to you with a small smile, he continues. 

"Some have greater affinity for certain types of magic, while others may even be able compete with lower level fae magic. It all depends on the person."

The music swells inside the ballroom and you look through the glass doors to find the most recent dance coming to an end. 

"He's still not.." You whisper, so quietly the wind almost steals it before it can reach his ears.

"This may be a bit forward but may I have this dance?" Lilia is sure you'll say yes. You looked so excited to dance when he talked to you about it this past month.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm waiting for my partner. I thought he would have been here by now."

You could've sworn that you saw his shoulders shake a bit. Was this jerk laughing at you? And they say humans are the mean ones. 

Once you're done mentally pouting you hear him call out. 

"Well, until he comes to sweep you off of your feet, please allow me to keep his precious gem company." He bows and then, once back at his full height, he offers his arm.

You feel your cheeks warm at his words. 'Quite the charmer, this one.' Deciding that it can't hurt to dance for a little while, you take his arm and ask.

"May I have a name to call you? I rather not dance with a complete stranger." 

He turns his head and gazes at you with, if it were anyone else, what you would call fondness. 

"You may call me Kieran, only when we're alone though. Nicknames in public are most appreciated."

'I just met this guy, fondness doesn't happen this fast. At last, I don't think it does.'

He opens the doors and escorts you into the ballroom and over to the part of the floor that holds the people in ball gowns and suits. All way too expensive looking, beautiful, but expensive. You've never felt so out of place, at Nightraven that was saying something.

"So kie, if that nickname is acceptable?" At his nod you continue. "What do you do, if you Don’t mind me asking, what you're wearing looks more like a military uniform."

He pulls you till you are a hairs breadth away from him, one hand on your hip and another holding your hand securely with his. 

"One, I haven't said it yet but I do adore the bat mask you are wearing, the black brings out the gold lace on its wings."

You feel that familiar heat that Lilia always seems to ignite. 'Lilia…no way, he wouldn't. Would he?'

Kieran seems to know where your head is at. 

"He still isn't here? Tsk tsk, what an irresponsible man, to leave his little Dove all on their lonesome. You never know when the bats will flock." He chuckles.

His hand on your hip splays across the small of your back, such a familiar touch. "Lilia.." You've never heard yourself sound so breathless before.

"Yes my little Dove? Sorry for not telling you sooner. However It was enjoyable to talk to you without our normal banter. You seem a bit more reserved, but that is normal. I'm happy that you listened when we told you about fae customs."

As Lilia leads you in a waltz, you have the common sense to ask.

"So the name you gave me?" He smiles with the most gentle look that you have ever seen in his eyes.

He leans in and whispers so very softly. "That is my true name. So no telling anyone. But please…scream it for me later tonight my love."

You catch your breath and shudder against him. "Lilia…don't tease me in public please." You look around and follow up with "Other people here have extremely good senses. I don't want them to…" 

As you trail off his hand at your back clutches you tighter. "Mine, and everyone with half of a brain cell knows that fact."

'I'm not going to survive the night with Lilia. This man' you whine at him. Lilia can only press small kisses at your temples in an attempt to soothe you.

"What happened to my humans adventurous streak, hmm?" He continues with a smug "I seem to recall you sitting on my leg in Diasomnias’ common room and quite…enjoying yourself. I even had to send Sebek and a few others away because I couldn't bear to rip away your enjoyment."

"You look so darling with your face scrunched up in euphoria, panting against me as you get so close to your breaking point. Watching you hit your high is one of the most thrilling and satisfying things I have witnessed in all my thousands of years of life, my dove.”

Still leading you across the ballroom floor in a swift, graceful display, Lilia spins you and pulls you even tighter against him than before. “I thought you said you hated formal affairs Lilia?” He smirks at you and huffs, “Just because I do not like it does not mean that I am not good at it. Nor does it mean that I cannot do it at all.”

As he plants a longing kiss to your lips, the song ends, signaling the end of this dance between two worlds. Lilia places his arm around your waist and guides you off of the ballroom floor, right over into a group of Diasomnia students, Malleus, Silver and Sebek included. 

Before anyone can say anything, there is a murmur of awe among the Diasomnia students. Whispers of a war hero from Briar Valley. Whispers of how there is no way that he could possibly be with a human. ‘Ok, I’ll admit, that hurt.’ 

“It is inadvisable to talk or whisper about people. Especially when those people are right in front of you. Now then, does anyone have anything they want to say to the general? Or are all of my fellow dorm members cowards?”

The silence that follows is deafening against the noisy atmosphere of the party. Lilia pulls you closer to his side and rubs circles into your side. “Come now my dove, we still have some things to talk about. Silver, Sebek, take care of Malleus. Understood?” There was a tone you haven’t heard before. It was..kind of exciting. 

“Understood Lilia.” Silver and Sebek stand at attention and bow slightly to Lilia. “Let’s go little dove.”

Walking outside and settling against the balcony railing was a rush of much needed cold air. The autumn night air is cold and crisp, the smell of apple cider and pumpkin pie wafting from the table of food near the balcony doors. This was peaceful after all the noise and looks.

“You looked stunning under the crystal lights. A vision to my eyes, one I wish to see more often.” 

“Kieran, this is what you really look like? What you sound like?” The thought that he had kept even more from you than this nipped at the back of your mind. ‘I understand that fae are secretive by nature because they are higher magical beings but this was an important thing to me.’

Kieran sighs and wraps his arm around your waist. “I am in history books here dove, not exactly easy to blend in to watch over my son and crown prince if everyone is always on guard or watching me.  I will not tell anyone, that I do not trust, my real name. You got to know that, you get to see me this way before our peers.”

Kieran leans down to hold your face between his large hands. Kieran pulls back and steps away from you. You feel a small ache in your chest, you didn’t want him to go anywhere, just talk to you. As he looks into your eyes, he gets down on one knee. 

“Lilia, what..” The bat fae brings one gloved hand to his heart and utters “My name is Kieran. I was once a guard for the royal family of Briar Valley. I trained soldiers for hundreds of years, I adopted and raised a human son, Silver.”

Kieran goes on to explain a few things, like the fact that he took Sebek in because of his friendship with Sebeks’ grandfather. Malleus has been with him since he was freshly hatched and that, yes Malleus’ parents were in fact, dead. 

“I wanted to get to know you as a person, I also had to make sure my charges were in no form of danger while here. This was to help my three charges grow as people, I was not expecting to find love after so many years. I especially was not expecting to find love with a lovely human from another world entirely.”

Kieran takes your hand in his and holds it like he was scared you would run from him now that you have seen his true form. ‘He does look and sound kind of intimidating. I thought Silver was kidding or exaggerating when he said that his father was scary to a lot of people back then.’

“My dove, are you angry with me, now that you know my reasons?”

You drop down to Kierans knelt form. “I wasn’t mad at you, I was hurt, sure, but I also understand why you didn’t show me. You’ve dropped hints about having another form plenty of times. I’m just glad that I get to truly see you now. Though..just one thing.”

“What is it, little dove?” “I love your name, truly I do. However, may I still call you Lilia?”

Kieran sighs in relief. “Thank goodness, you have no idea how worried I was. You may call me whatever you please. Hearing you call me Lilia has given me quite the attachment to the name. Though, that ‘kie’ nickname is also a welcome name.”

Your beloved Lilia pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his broad chest. Rubbing your face against the base of his neck, you mumble “I could so get used to this lil.” Lilia hums in contentment, “I am so glad you do not find me scary. I shall have to show you this form more often.”

“Sounds heavenly Lilia.” After a few moments you mutter, “Love the knee-length hair hunny.” You feel Lilias’ chest shake with his quiet laughter. “Do you want to play with it, little dove? You are most welcome to.”

“Shall we go back inside my dear?” Thinking on it for a minute you decide that, yeah it is getting way too cold for your liking. However, there was something you always wanted to do. You both stand up and Lilia pulls you into his arms again. 

“Hey Lilia?” Lilia hums in answer, a silent ‘yes?’. You pull his face to yours and wait for a few seconds to see if he would pull away, when he doesn’t, you seal his lips with yours and pour all the love you feel for him into that single kiss under the moon and stars, fireflies all around.

A true loves kiss indeed!

#lilia x reader #lilia fluff #lilia vanrouge x reader #lime #bring back my citrus scale pls i am begging

[epithet-beloved]

MERA / READER / RICK HEADCANONS

synopsis… Being a polycule with Mera Salamin and Rick Shades!

ft. Mera Salamin, Rick Shades, Indus Tarbella (mentioned)

tags… fluff, polyamory, mera and rick are not dating, but they’re both dating reader, pure self indulgence, epithet erased spoilers, mostly bc i talk about anime campaign scenes, like a weird mish-mash of ac and ee canons

word count… 892

a/n… I AM THE TARGET AUDIENCE. No you have no idea i am so in love with these two i need them both in ways i cannot put in this little note… this is my self care cause i’m sick xoxo ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 FOAMS AT THE MOUTH.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Anyway.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 These two are kind of???? The sweetest to be in a polycule with whattttt

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They have this light back and forth whenever it involves you, playfully arguing, but they always come to the same conclusion: you should be given the royal treatment.  They are nodding to themselves in agreement like yesyes…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera has a tendency to become defensive and flustered, and Rick NEVER FAILS to jump in and go “oh nooo guess i have them all to myself oh nooooooooo” like he’s surprisingly a tease about it. And Mera ALWAYS jumps in like NO. MY TIME WITH THEM.

“Mera!”  You approach your girlfriend with Rick trailing behind.  She raises an eyebrow at your excitement.  “I found an advertisement for a play around town.  It looks like something you’d like!” She nearly wants to choke when she realises it’s Twelfth Night, not wanting to think of the implications of why you’d think she’d like it.  “What?  I… N-No, I’ll pass.” “Shame!”  Rick instantly interrupts, swooping in from behind you to place his hands on your shoulders.  “I suppose it’ll be just between you and I, darling!” Seeing the wizard so smug instantly fuels competitiveness within Mera.  “Actually… Maybe I’ll go after all…” she grumbles in embarrassment.  It’s worth it to see how you light up, but she doesn’t miss Rick rolling his eyes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You know that scene at the end of anime campaign where Rick visits Mera and Indus in his epilogue?? Spouse custody exchange.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Whenever Rick is away on adventures, you’ll switch between staying with Mera, or going along with Rick.  You three always make a bit out of it, amusing you a great deal.  You’re all dorks whether you accept it or not.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera always gives you the gentlest affection, shy and a little awkward but endearing nevertheless.  Rick, however, is all for the fun of the relationship, preferring to be as close to you as possible.  This fuels Mera’s own repressed clingness.  You are trapped in both of their embraces very often.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like they both ADORE taking naps with you.

You lie in a funny enough position.  Seated in Rick’s lap as he nuzzles into your hair, his lanky arms wrapped around your waist and your back presses into his chest.  Meanwhile, Mera straddles you, arms thrown over your neck as she hides in your neck.  It’s so cuddly and safe, but… “...I have to pee,” you admit aloud.  Both of them groan in indignation, only holding you tighter.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Where Rick will wax poetry about your boundless beauty and how you make his heart race, and will only be a little creepy about it!  Mera, however, could be asked what she likes about you and just CRASH from shyness.  Both of them are adorable in their own ways.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Rick is such a sweetheart, he always has an eye out on both you and Mera.  Always offering to walk you two home, or just be around if Indus isn't, as a “wizardguard” which you can only guess is a far superior version of a bodyguard.  Take him up on his offer he loves feeling useful, and honestly he’ll follow you back anyway juuuust in case.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I’m such a clingy Rick truther sorry.  Mera is just a bit too mean and Rick is immediately whining to you to “kiss it better” or “tell her to stop being mean” as Mera is going “i literally just flicked him” or “i just said he’s like a puppy around you!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Don’t worry Mera isn’t much better she’ll tell on Rick to Indus and then he has to deal with that. Please stage an intervention they’re both pouty brats deep down.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes they’ll just share a moment of solidarity at just how into you they both are.

Mera and Rick stare wordlessly at you dashing to coo over a stray cat.  Immediately, you befriend it, and the two are left to wait for you until you’re ready. After a second of watching you gush and coo, Rick would speak, hand rising to clutch his heart and clenching his other fist.  “I need to kiss them so damn bad.” “Oh, same,” Mera immediately sighs, not being able to tear her eyes away.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 YOU REALLY THINK THEY WOULDN’T GET ALONG BUT LIKE??? Mera initially says it’s because Rick also does what she says, but you will learn just by observing them that Mera really is thankful for how Rick looks out for her without question.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera “I’m looking at fish tits” Salamin looking at furry art.  You look at Rick and nod wisely.  He has no idea what you’re talking about.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They’re both SOOOO protective of you in their own ways like if someone hurts you they WILL show up on the news i am not even joking !!!! please hold them back by leashes you Indus will help.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s like an honourary member of the polycule he’s just here we love him for it!!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes they’re both in the mood to tease you. That is your cue to either run far away or let them, because oh my !!! oh my!!!!!!!! THEY WORK SCARILY WELL TOGETHER AS A DUO!!! 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Is it obvious how feral i am for these two like please i’ll do anything— 

#i'm a panromantic MESS !!!!!! #🦝's writings #epithet erased #epithet erased imagines #epithet erased x reader #anime campaign #anime campaign imagines #anime campaign x reader #epithet erased spoilers #mera salamin #mera salamin imagines #mera salamin x reader #rick shades imagines #rick shades #rick shades x reader

[lovebombs4life]

hiiii bff :) i'd love to see your take on a luke work based off of you are in love! maybe like how she describes what they do at night in the first verse and then the morning after in the second verse? thank uuuu<33

burnt toast - l.r.h

requested: YES AND YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM BC 1. I LOVE SONG REQUEST STUFF AND 2. @lukeontheredline IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ACCOUNTS ON THIS APP.

a/n: i’m gonna start skipping around right now you guys i love aves.

cw: none :) fluff

———

luke and i sat on the couch, giggling at how delirious we were. it was midnight, and we had spent the whole day out shopping. once we got home, we both agreed on staying up and playing board games, and watching movies.

he had made a pot of coffee, but it was already mostly gone. “you’re so fun to be around. i don’t want to leave.” i spoke, rubbing my eyes.

“so stay the night, y/n. we can make breakfast in the morning and stay in bed all day.” he encouraged. i giggled at how adorable he was.

“i need a change of clothes.” i laughed. he shook his head smiling at me.

“you just got more, my love.” pointing to the shopping bags sitting in the kitchen. i turned to look at them, laughing at myself.

“i forgot.” i said, standing up to search for something to sleep in. i grabbed out one of the large tshirts i just got, pulling the tag off. i slipped off my sweater, pulling the shirt over my head.

i unbuttoned my jeans, letting them lay on the ground once i took them off. “lets go sleep, lu.” i giggled, seeing that he was watching me the whole time i changed.

his eyes were filled with love as he stood up, wrapping his arms around me, and carrying me to his room. he laid me down on the bed, changing into more comfortable clothing.

“i’m so in love with you, luke. everything about you.” i sighed, laying my head on his chest. he stroked my hair, squeezing my arms.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he kissed my head softly. we both took a deep breath, drifting off to sleep comfortably.

———

i woke up to luke, twisting around, sun peeking through the curtains. i stretched my arms, turning to look at him. “hi handsome.” i giggled, seeing his eyes flutter open. he smiled at me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“good morning gorgeous.” his morning voice was husky, but so beautiful. i put my hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. he nuzzled his face to my hand, blushing at my touch.

“breakfast time?” he questioned, sitting up. i nodded, doing the same. i watched us he got up out of the bed, looking like an angel.

his beauty was like that painting, ‘The Creation of Adam.’ there was no better way to describe him.

his smile was white and shimmering, and his whole personality was like golden light shining down. i admired him as he walked across the room, opening the door.

“you gonna come with?” he questioned, turning to me. i nodded, finally getting up. i followed quick behind him, pulling things out of the cupboards once we were in the kitchen.

i had grabbed out some eggs, making them sunny side up. luke grabbed out a few pieces of bread, intending on making eggs on toast.

i wasn’t opposed to the idea, as eggs on toast was one of my favorite breakfast foods. i grabbed out a few spices from the cabinet, sprinkling them on my eggs.

“hey lu, is something burning?” i asked turning around to see he wasn’t there. “luke!” i yelled for him. he ran back in the room, wondering what was wrong. i motioned towards the toaster, smoking coming from it.

“shit! i stepped away for just a second!” he panicked, unplugging the toaster. he waved the smoke away with a towel, groaning at the smell.

he popped the toast out, seeing a black charred slice. he threw it on the counter feeling how hot it was. i turned the stove off quick, grabbing his hands. i ran them under cold water, relive the burn.

he started giggling, turning into laughing. “what’s so funny?” i asked him, smiling.

“y/n, i just burnt toast from stepping away. it was less than a minute!” he laughed. i giggled at him, shaking my head.

“you really are something, huh?” i laughed. he nodded his head, pulling me into his chest. “i’m sorry breakfast didn’t go as planned.” he sighed. i looked up at him.

“it went exactly as planned. we just had a slight incident, lu. things happen.” i cooed. he kissed my forehead.

“thank you, y/n. you’re perfect.” he smiled.

“i know i am, i can actually make toast without burning it.” i teased. he tickled my sides, trying to get back at me for the tease.

i folded over, laughing uncontrollably. he grabbed me, picking me up, and running to the bed room, throwing me on the bed where he was able to tickle me harder.

my stomach had hurt, and my eyes were tearing up from laughing, and i screamed as he continued attacking my sides.

he finally slowed down, moving his hands away from me. he smiled down at me, laying down next to me and smiled. he held my face, giving me soft kisses.

he peppered them around my face, staring at me in awe. i blushed at him, staring into his eyes.

he breathed in before speaking. “will you move in with me?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

my heart skipped a beat. i nodded at him. “of course i will.”

he pulled me closer, tracing patterns on my back. i sighed with content, resting my eyes.

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #luke hemmings imagines