#oh and the ending was rushed and corny the end

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

~

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

~

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

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[taintedcigs]

— if you're feeling lucky

pairing: fwb!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: friends with benefit never ends well... or does it? based on this prompt by @dumplingsjinson (wc: 1.2k+)

warnings: just absolute fluff, maybe tiny angst, and a kiss, and thats it, oh and my shitty writing.

author's note: ignore the corny summary im lazy. the title has no meaning i just luv that song omfg. not proofread. based on this lovely request i got from angel @voyeurmunson i hope i did it justice i am so very rusty!!!! and the ending is rushed i AM SORRY

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Y​​ou knew this would eventually happen. You agreed to this stupid "arrangement" knowing that this would be the outcome.

Just because you couldn't keep your feelings in check. Just because the two of you kissed hazily one night, minds filled with each other and the cheap weed Eddie provided. Like a knot that had been waiting to be undone, unraveling, so quickly, fading just as much—if not more quicker.

You should've seen it coming.

From the way your last rendezvous ended, when you accidentally kissed him goodbye on his way home. It was a simple, honest mistake.

Or was it?

The two of you had a set of rules; fucking with no feelings attached, make sure none of it got in the way of your friendship. It was supposed to be simple.

But that goodbye kiss was intimate, more than just fucking, and much more than your stupid friendship.

His cheeks burned a salmon pink, your plushy lips tainting his with something he had never experienced before; pure affection. Making him splutter, almost tripping on his way out of your house.

You barely registered what you did when he finally left, too enamored to even notice. Your son-of-a-bitch subconscious playing its tricks on you, feelings acting out before your logic can even kick in.

Stress ate away at you, but you assumed he wouldn't make a big deal of it. That this wouldn't ruin anything. He would forget this by Monday.

By the time he ignores your fifth call, and even goes as far as to avoid you in town, you start to blame your poor assumption skills. Try to ignore the insecure feelings that churn in your stomach.

Anger replaces those thoughts in an instant, because how could he just fucking end things without even talking to you?

Did he not even like you as a friend anymore?

Did one kiss really disgust him this much?

A lump sits in your throat at the unanswered questions, anxiety seeping through your skin, eating away at your organs, consuming you.

And after hours of endless anxious thoughts rummaging through your mind—and a long talk with your girlfriends where they urged you to talk to him, you end up at his door, arms crossed against your chest, wearing a scowl.

He opens the door with a bewildered gaze, your name falling softly from his lips, like a prayer, devoid of the lewdness it held than the last time you saw him. Much more affectionate, shattering your heart in every way possible.

"What is your problem?" You don't mean to go all out on him, especially when looks this good, bittersweet gaze meeting yours, tousled curly hair framing his face just in the way that has your heart skipping a beat.

"W—what?" He splutters.

You brush past him in a fury, "do you hate me now or something?" Your anger doesn't hold the same weight anymore, tone now laced with insecurity, a sadness that finds its way into your skin.

You don't let him talk, "do you realize how fucking childish this is? Ignoring my calls? Avoiding me?" He watches the way your brows quirk when you explain yourself, teeth pulling on your bottom lip worry, he wants to kiss it, your thoughts, worries away.

"That's not—"

"You could've just talked to me if—if you had any problem, ignoring me is fucked up."

Plushy lips open to speak, to explain himself, but you don't let him, fluttering your thick lashes at him, rambling on and getting more and more upset each time you spoke, tugging at his heartstrings, making him want to slap himself for being the source of your worries.

"We could've just talked this out, you know? W—we could've set up clearer boundaries and uh—" You were growing more and more frustrated, words getting mashed together with how emotional you were being.

"Will you let me—"

Again, you didn't let him speak, wanting to get it all out, knowing that this might've been the last time you spoke to him. Ever.

Your lip wobbled at the thought. "I—I just... 'm sorry, I broke the rules, okay? I—I swear it won't happen again, I don't want our friendship to be—"

"I can't be friends with you anymore!" He breathed, tone loud enough to startle you, the weight of his words taking a while to sink in.

You gulped, physically, mind too hazy to register what he said, that horrible feeling caging your chest, eating up the words that are unable to leave your lips. "Oh... uh—uhm, o—okay." You nervously nip at your nails, not knowing what to do.

"I can't do this anymore, either." He adds, pointing toward the space between the two of you, and you're unable to meet his gaze, too scared. The tears begging to be let out.

"Why—" You take a deep breath before you continue, prying your gaze from his stupid wooden floors, and back into those swirly caramel hues, now big enough to hypnotize you. Softening you in seconds. "Why not?"

"Fuck..." He mumbles, this time he's the nervous one, cheeks flushed with the prettiest pink all over. Fingertips trace against your features, settling on your cheekbones, and you let him. "Because I'm starting to get greedy, sweetheart."

Hope gnaws at your insides, the way something flashes in his gaze has you healing all over, the hold both of you have over each other is strong enough to gravitate you, yet both of you are too dumb to see it, notice it.

Until now.

"I can't just have that and be okay with it... I want—fuck that, I need more," He grumbles, desperate, a silent plea. Your mouth grows dry, lashes fluttering heavily to process it, the world stops spinning on its axis at the implication of his words.

"I need you." You can't help the way your gaze turns mellow, melting into his touch, everything you craved, and more, right in front of you.

A little taste of heaven.

Rolling your eyes playfully, plushy lips stretching into the prettiest smile, followed by a giggle—a heavenly sound he decides he can't fucking live without. "You absolute idiot," you breathe with a shake of your head.

"You didn't think to tell me that? Were you just gonna pull away? Bury your feelings away?"

He mocks a thinking face, "I'd write a few songs about it too, probably." Grin growing wider the more he looks at you, barely registering what the fuck is going on. That you even showed up at his door. That you're even entertaining the idea of being with him.

He's at the palm of your hand, and you don't even know it.

"Idiot."

Pushing a palm over his chest dramatically, he tilts his head in a manner that has you wanting to squeeze his cheeks. "An idiot you like back?"

"Unfortunately." His lips downturn, an exaggerated pout that has your smile stretching.

"An idiot I like too much that it's embarrassing," you add with a scrunch of your nose, a gesture Eddie wants to worship, want to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face.

"I'll take embarrassing," he whispers, licking his lips before leaning in. You stare at his parted lips a millisecond longer, before pulling him by his stupid Hellfire shirt, pressing your lips hotly against his. 

Eddie only freezes for a second before his instincts take over, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat, deepening the kiss, lips parting to taste you, fully, completely. 

Only breaking the kiss once you consumed him, lazy smirk sitting on his lips, “Told ya we couldn’t be friends anymore,” he teases, that pretty dimple sitting on his cheeks. “Shut up,” you reply with a giggle, interrupting him before he can observe your features and try to drown you in compliments, fisting his shirt once again and pressing your plushy lips against his.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson fluff

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

#jude x you #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #footballer angst #jude bellingham angst #footballer x reader #footballer fic #footballer one shot #footballer imagine #footballer x y/n #footballer x you

[nwjws]

who the hell is ni-ki ?! - TWENTY

; SYNOPSIS - school sucks. especially when everyone’s avoiding you like the plague - all because you’re the principal’s daughter. so it comes as a surprise when a strip of paper falls out of your locker one day, with a corny pick up line written on it. now you only have one question on your mind: who the hell is nishimura riki?

TWENTY ...if you don't like it, you can return it 💋 (1.5k words)

once you had realised your feelings for your best friend, all sense seemed to have left you. now, you were an awkward mess around him, always either too close or too far.

through relentless begging, your friends had agreed to accompany you on your hangout with riki as a part of the plan, but made you promise to ask The Question on your own.

the plan was simple:

- get riki to the beach at sun set at 6pm - y/n confesses her feelings (script attached) at 6:10 - have fireworks at exactly 6:18, right at the end of y/n's prepared speech (minji and jungwon in charge of this) - she asks "will you be my boyfriend?" - riki says yes and they get together!

the hangout itself wasn't much different from previous ones between you two (you liked to think of them as dates, but riki didn't have to know that). usually, you two just did whatever, having fun until the sun set, when he'd then walk you home.

the day took a sharp turn however, when you had all been skating at the local skatepark.

you'd been going down a ramp, when riki crossed by on his own skateboard, causing you to roll right into him. as a result, you two had crashed, with him landing on the low-raised platform in the middle. he groaned as his head hit the concrete with a resounding thud, arms wrapped around you to protect you from the fall.

"riki!" you gasped as jay, danielle, and hanni rushed to his side. "oh my god, are you okay?"

"no, i'm riki," he jokes, to which you slap him at.

"not funny."

"that was a really hard hit," jay frowns, helping the boy sit up.

riki winces and grips his forehead. you and the others ask how he feels, but he can't seem to focus or hear you clearly. your panicked heartbeat pounds in your ears, afraid of how badly you hurt him.

jay fished his phone out of his pocket and shone the flashlight around the younger's eyes.

"his pupils have a slow response to the light, he might have a concussion," he concludes. you feel dread run down your spine, blood chilling.

"we have to bring him to the hospital," danielle says so fast you almost don't catch what she says.

hanni and jay help him onto his feet, and you open the door to jay's car, and the five of you rush to the hospital.

you stare out the window, trying to calm your breathing as you wait for riki to wake up.

he'd fallen asleep on the ride, and you prayed that he would wake up faster. you weren't even sure he would at first, but the doctor assured you all that he'd only sustained minor injuries; there was nothing to be worried about.

danielle and hanni had gone down to buy some snacks from the vending machine. you didn't want riki to wake up while you were gone, so you opted to stay.

"he's fine, you know."

you hummed in acknowledgement that you'd heard what jay said, but you don't think you'll really relax until he wakes up.

you should have been more careful, controlled the board away so you wouldn't crash into him. then, he wouldn't have ended up hitting his head, nor would he have found himself unconscious in a hospital.

jay seemed to realise you were overthinking, and put a hand on your shoulder. he bit his lip in uncertainty, not sure how to get you to calm down.

"it was me, you know." you turned to him, confusion lining your face.

"what was you?"

"i'd been the one discouraging his friendship with you. well- mostly me," he confessed. "i was scared you'd turn him in or something, and your dad would expel him, and he'd have to retake the year at another school."

"oh. so it was you who planted those thoughts in his head," you stated lightheartedly with a raised eyebrow.

jay scratched the nape of his neck. "yeah... about that. i'm sorry, y/n. i was so focused on getting him to graduate despite all the things he's done. everyone's always talked about riki as this spectacle, and he's cried to us so many times about it. i guess i got protective over it, and didn't realise that maybe you really did just want to be his friend."

you smiled softly, grateful for his apology. you tried to show your forgiveness with a hug.

"it's alright. he talked to me about it a few times, but i always reassured him. he hasn't brought it up in a while, so i figured he finally got it through his head."

"i hope so."

when you heard the ruffling of sheets, you two quickly turned to your friend, slowly waking up.

"you're okay!" you cried, hugging him tightly.

"ow- yep," he chuckled, patting you on the back. you realised you were hurting him and let go, but he kept a hold on you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"i'm so sorry," you whispered. "i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm so so sorry."

"it's alright. don't worry," he laughed. "this isn't the worst thing that's happened to me."

"i don't want to know."

"i'm glad you're okay," jay sighed in relief, and that's when you finally let go. "i'll go call the nurse."

once he left, you turned back to riki, and caught yourself in a staring contest.

your breath caught as his eyes rooted you on the spot. you couldn't look away; neither could he.

and then, you hit him on the arm.

"OW-"

"you idiot, don't scare me like that again!"

"i didn't choose to have a concussion!"

"you scared the shit out of me!"

"i didn't mean to!"

you trapped him in another embrace, almost sobbing into his hospital gown. you could hear him laugh, before wrapping his arms around you and pushing the hair out of your face.

"you totally ruined my plans for today," you teased.

"what plans?"

"i was planning on bringing you to the beach, where i'd tell you all about how much i like you. there was going to be-"

you suddenly stood back up, remembering the original plan of the day.

you grabbed your phone in a haste and checked the time.

6:15pm.

you forgot to tell jungwon and minji that you wouldn't be at the beach because you'd all been so worried over riki. they probably thought everything was still going as planned.

"y/n, what's going on?" riki pressed curiously.

just then, familiar exploding sounds were heard from outside, and you opened the window to see.

even from the view of the hospital building, you could see the fireworks fly into the air, a show for everyone to see. you hadn't realised how big the fireworks jay had gotten were.

you felt riki walk in close behind you, and you looked up to find him staring at the bright lights outside. although the beach was relatively war away, they were still pretty clear from here. the bright colours illuminated his face as he stared in awe, and you had to force yourself to look away.

"...does that say 'thank you, riki'??"

smiling sheepishly, you nodded. "umm, this was the plan that we had. i was supposed to get you to the beach at six and make it all seem natural. and then i had a confessional speech i was going to say - it was all scripted and everything!" you laughed embarrassedly, looking at the floor. "and then, the fireworks were supposed to play at the end of my speech, and i was going to ask-"

he cut you off as his lips crashed down on yours.

you were stunned for a moment, before kissing him back, feeling him sigh into the kiss in relief. this was your first kiss, and it was with the boy you loved so bad. giddiness tickled your stomach, and you prayed that this wouldn't be the last.

when you two parted, riki couldn't keep his smile down, eyes tracing your features.

"i love you," he whispered, barely audible.

"i love you too," you whispered back, afraid that any loud noise would shatter the moment. "will you be my boyfriend?"

"yes!" he giggled, embracing you again and jumping you two around in circles.

but then he paused, and created space between you two. "wait, no."

your jaw dropped. "no?"

"no, i don't want to be your boyfriend - just yet."

"what do you mean?" you pouted.

"we should get together on my birthday," he wore a cheshire smile on his face. "so our anniversaries could be on my birthday. the best day ever."

"but your birthday's in five days," you whined.

"you can wait five days, right?"

"what if i want more kisses?"

"i'll give you as many as you want, but i want to start using labels on my birthday."

"you're so childish," you rolled your eyes. "so what are we for now? just friends who kiss?"

"i do not want to be just friends," he shook his head. "but i definitely want more of this," riki said, pulling you in for another kiss.

"i guess i'll give you some more..."

"i love you, not-friend."

"just shut up and kiss me, not-boyfriend."

— NINETEEN ; MASTERLIST ; EPILOGUE

; AUTHOR'S CORNER ! pretend this is before his birthday 😇 you can tell i wrote this on the spot, no proofreading, not really in the right mood for the scenes but wtv... i love the more than friends less than lovers trope and while this isn't exactly that im practicing for when i do write it also omg i've been neglecting my blog im so sorry yawl its bc ive been preoccupied (read: obsessing over tbosas and pjo)

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[tarjapearce]

What caused Gabriel and Miguel to fight in the Soccer Family AU?

Oh nonny 🫠.

Older Brother

Warnings: Angst, sibling relationships, emotional distress. Hurt.

Summary: Good intentions aren't always welcomed.

Art by: @justanunknownartist on X

'It's only a party, Miguel. Relax.'

That's what Gabriel had said.

'I won't drink too much.' he said but was unable to keep his end of the silent agreement between them, as Miguel helped him to his bedroom.

Someone had contacted him after Gabriel tried to start a fistfight with a random attendee just because the latter took the last shot of tequila.

"Migue" Gabriel hiccuped and stumbled on his steps, giggling as Miguel hauled him on his feet back again, but Gabriel was proving himself difficult cause he was trying to get a hold of his face.

"Gabri-" He pushed his brother's hand away and this tried harder to take a hold once again

"Compórtate, verga!" (Fucking behave)

Gabriel giggled to himself and supported his weight on Miguel's shoulders, only to be thrown later at his bed with such ease it made him even more dizzy for a second. The youngest of the O'Hara didn't think it twice and curled in his bed.

"Miguel"

Gabriel called and tried to fix his drunk gaze in him, unable to decide on which of the Miguels with him he'd talk.  He went for the one that untied his shoes laces and tucked him in.

"Don't tell..." Another drunk hiccup, "Don't tell mom, ok?"

"Ya duérmete, cabrón." Miguel grumbled, more annoyed than anything. He was on his way of meeting you for your weekly corny movie night when a friend of Gabriel contacted him.

Several apologies and Te Quiero later, he drove back to fetch his dear brother that definitely would have an earful of his mind once he was sober enough to understand how bad his alcoholism was getting.

Although Miguel drank, he didn't do it as often as Gabriel did. Partying every weekend, sometimes in between working days and that had earned him a memo back at work.

It was rare and out of his character to get wasted. But Gabriel concerned him.

His red eyes regarded his brother once more, trying to figure what was going on. But communication wasn't a trait born within the O'Hara men. At least not in a proper or healthy way.

Was it a woman that had hurt him again? Probably. Although Gabriel's social butterfly skills was something he sometimes wished to have, Miguel knew it was a double edged weapon. It had granted Gabri a magnet to attract all sorts of people and not all of them were good, like their intentions.

But all Miguel could do at the moment was bringing him a tall glass of water, some painkillers and let him rest.

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Gabriel's head throbbed. Every breath he inhaled came in synch with the neverending pounding in his head at the minimal movement, but gathered up the courage to sit on the bed to drink the pills and water.

The smell of food wafted past his bedroom's door, tickling his nose, luring him out of the bed. A sudden rush of nauseas flooded his throat and he ran towards the bathroom to soothe his discomfort.

The toilet flushed and he rinsed his mouth to then wash it. Miguel was preparing breakfast, so Gabriel washed his face, trying to give himself a less daunting and hungover look.

Although the smell made his mouth water, his stomach warned him to not eat anything. But coffee, he could do that.

Gabriel inhaled sharply when advancing towards the shelf past Miguel's swallowing frame. He took a mug and poured some of the coffee in it. Sugarless, of course.

The relief would've been almost immediate if Miguel hadn't clinked loudly a spoon on his cup. Gabriel's teeth clenched at the sudden noise.

"C'mon. Was that necessary?"

Miguel chuckled, but it quickly vanished as a frown made it's way on his face.

"Gabriel"

Miguel called but his baby brother groaned annoyed, "Not now, Migue. Please."

"Then when, cabrón?!" Miguel roared and Gabriel tightened his grip on his mug, unable to meet him directly in his eyes.

He had fucked up, that much was true.

"¡Es la tercera puta vez que uno de tus amigos me llama para que te vaya a recoger porque te pusiste hasta el culo de borracho y quieres andar de pendejo madreándote a la gente! ¿Qué verga te pasa?" (it's the third fucking time one of your friends call me cause you've gotten wasted and you wanna fuck around and fight people. The fuck's wrong with you?)

And for Miguel to go full on spanish on him, meant he was sick of it.

"Ya, ya te oí. Cállate. No lo volveré a hacer." (Alright, alright. I heard you. Shut up. Won't do it again.)

"Bullshit. You think I don't know about the memos? About the fucking warnings you get at your work cause you go and present yourself hungover."

"It was one fucking time! One!"

"Still enough for you to start losing your credibility, pendejo!"

Gabriel clicked his tongue and gulped down the coffee.

"Is it because of that woman Kasey?"

She had dumped him yet again matter-of-factly. And oh how well Miguel could read him. Gabriel wasn't friends with rejection after all and he rather indulge things that kept him busy, like alcohol and other new companies than openly talk.

"Dude, fucking stop acting like mom-

Miguel couldn't help but fist his hands on each side of himself, trying to ground himself at the sudden fit of rage that worked hard to get to his brain.

Why? Why his beloved Ma always had to screw things for him even when she wasn't present?

"Why the fuck you always bring her up?"

"Cause that shuts you up! God you're so annoying at times, Miguel. Always wanting to control everything around you!."

"Cause I fucking care! Do you see mom around with you when you get fucking drunk and all full of puke? No, you see me. She's too fucking busy doing her life away from us."

Gabriel's anger rose faster than a self rising flour, increasing it's density with each word Miguel spilled. He wasn't in the mood to be lectured, and his ammo to shut his elder brother was running short.

"I still talk to her, that says alot on it's own."

"But of course you would! She tolerates your shit and still treats you like a baby while I'm the one that deals with the whole mess none of you has the fucking guts to face!"

"None fucking asked you to!"

Oh, but now it was personal. Gabriel regretted a bit too late the words, cause Miguel's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, but once his temper, George's trademark on his blood, shone through; nothing could stop it. Not even the flash of hurt crossing Miguel's eyes.

"You say you care? All I can see is you tearing people apart with your... your fucking snarky replies and being a hypocrite." Gabriel hissed

"Hypocrite maybe, but not ungrateful." Miguel's red irises hardened and turned devoid of any emotion

"I never asked you to do shit for me, Miguel!"

Yet he would crawl to his bed when a storm was too much to bear on his own lonely bed. Yet he'd be the one that would hold and soothe him when Conchata argued nonstop with George and things got two rowdy between them. Yet he was and always been there for him, selflessly, ever since he was able to think on his own.

Miguel was by any mean perfect, but he was there, watching him grow up, supporting him in his own way. Taking the mantle that neither his Ma or Papa were functional enough to wear, despite his young age.

But he couldn't turn back time and bite those words back. Cause that would spare him the deep plunge in his heart at the sight of Miguel turning his back on him, shoulders defeated and jaw clenched. He nodded a couple of times before placing all his attention the now cold breakfast before him.

"I think it's time for you to start looking for a place."

Miguel's deflated tone sent a chill down his spine. Gabriel's mouth and heart was still on fight mode.

"Now you're just being petty."

But even that biting remark didn't make Miguel flinch or look at him. Just earned him a disappointed shake of his head and a chuckle that could be mistaken for a sob.

"No, you ain't worth it. Just taking my new relationship seriously. I've got other things to deal with than doing this on a regular basis with you. I... I think I do deserve a bit of peace too."

Gabriel's eyes bore into Miguel's back as he talked, silently pleading to look at him. But this time, his elder brother didn't spare him a glance, not even a disdainful one. He had hurt more than Miguel's pride.

"Have it your way then."

Gabriel left him. Leaving some minutes later after the fresh altercation.

Ungrateful as he was, Gabriel knew when to give him space. Once he was sure Gabri had been gone, his throat released a shaky breath.

His hands shook as he grabbed his phone, quickly wiping the liquid pain that blurred his sight to then dial your number.

"I'm on my way. Need to..." he cleared his throat. "I need to talk. Ok?" A brief silence, "Hmm. Need anything over there?"

He wiped his face once more and bit his lip for a second.

"Gotcha. Ya te llego." (I'll be there soon)

#t writes✨ #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #atsv miguel #mama o'hara #gabriel o'hara #miguel ohara angst

[strzlun]

BOYFRIEND

// shim jake //

pairing: next door neighbor!jake x femreader

word count- 5.1k

genre/cw- fluff, angst, he fell first and harder, a kiss, light confessions, reader’s boyfriend is terrible, breakup, implied cheating (not jake nor reader), protective jake, party setting, crying, comforting, jake is so in love, love (attraction) at first sight(?), fireworks

summary- Jake swears he could be a better boyfriend

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Shim Jake was your next door neighbor, who was captivated by the moment he saw you. The two of you first met when you were moving into the area and he was the only one kind enough to help you with your belongings.

You were going to offer something in return of his efforts for helping you but when you got a call from your boyfriend, you could only save it for another time.

You went into your new place after bidding goodbye to your new neighbor as your boyfriend was on the line, talking about his day. You sighed and listened to him, as you could feel exhaustion take over.

When you went into your place, Jake had to take a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way when he just met you not never a few hours ago.

Plus, you had a boyfriend, there was nothing he was going to do nor try. He respected the relationship so all he could only hope for was any possible friendship between the two of you.

You knocked on your next door neighbor’s door and not a moment later, you could see him opening the door with a smile on his face.

“What’s up neighbor?”

“You and your corny nicknames” You laughed before handing him the mail that mixed up with yours

“Again?” He asked looking at the mail before back at you who only shrugged your shoulder, this was a frequent occurrence between the two of you

Either one of you will have the other’s mail ending up having to go next door. Which Jake didn’t mind, he liked the little moments the two of you had.

“Oh by the way, do you have super glue?” You raised an eyebrow at his question and he opened his door wide enough for you to see the lego pieces scattered on the table

“Last time my dog visited me, she knocked over my favorite lego set and I couldn’t find half off the pieces till this day”

“I still find some scattered around my place by accidentally stepping on them and I will like to prevent the bruising from happening any longer” You tried to hold back your laughter by covering your mouth with your hand but to no vail as you began to chuckle loudly

Jake let you finish your laughing session to his demise until you calmed down and looked at him again, a bright smile still on your face.

“Yeah I think I have some. I’ll go check” He nodded at your words as you went back to your place, he closed the door and anticipated for your return

Jake found himself smiling as your smile played through his mind. But he quickly shook himself out of the daze when he remember you’re in a relationship.

Was it a happy one? He and no one else would say so, but you were still “happily” together with him, so no one dared to say anything.

There was times where Jake would come home late at night from an outing with his friends to practically hearing the arguments you had with your boyfriend.

When he was opening his door, he could hear the slamming of the door next to him and he could see your boyfriend angrily walking away from your place.

Every time that happened, he always wanted to check up on you but restrained himself from doing so. But the one time he caved in, he was walking his dog (who was visiting him for the week).

He saw you leave your boyfriend’s car and closing the door before rushing to your door and walking inside. He was going to leave when something gnawed at him to check up on you.

So he went over to your place and softly knocked on your door. His dog happily sitting by his side, anticipating your answer. When you excitedly opened your door, you believed it to be your boyfriend but the shown disappointment on your face when you saw Jake.

“Sorry, were you expecting someone?” Jake played dumb, he knew why you had disappointed expression, you had thought he was your boyfriend coming back

“No uhm sorry, what happened Jake?” You cleared your throat, oblivious to the dog that was patiently sitting by him

When you heard a bark, you looked to see a smiling dog.

“This is my dog, I thought you would want to say hi”

Jake doesn’t know but that night was set to be one of the worst nights you’ve experienced but he seemed to have made it one of the best nights you’ve had in such a long time.

So, you were grateful for your next door neighbor.

Jake was snapped from his thoughts when you heard the knocking at his door, he opened the door and that’s when he saw you smiling as you held the super glue in your hand.

“Make sure you don’t step on anymore legos” You handed him the glue and he thanked you

“Can’t make any promises, I haven’t found all the pieces yet”

You left to your place with a bright smile on your face, finding your moment with your neighbor amusing. He was truly someone you were thankful for.

Jake groaned when he felt his body shake awake, he groggily opened his eyes to see his three good friends at the foot of his bed. When he fully opened his eyes, he saw them all dressed up for an outing.

“What’s going on?”

“More important question is why aren’t you dressed?” Jay asked as he saw his friend still in his pajamas

“For what?” Sunghoon groaned while Heeseung cheered causing the confusion to settle even more in Jake’s mind

“You made me lose twenty bucks Jake” Sunghoon complained as he forfeited the money he owes after losing the bet

“Did you forget about the party today?” Heeseung pocketed the twenty as he laughed, Jake stared at his friend’s with wide eyes

“I thought that was next week?”

“It is next week, we told you about the party last week” Jay rubbed his temple before ushering him to get ready as quickly as he can, the party would be starting soon

When the four friends arrived at the party, they were greeted with the blaring music, the mesh of bodies with the colorful lights. This was the ordinary party.

Later in the night, Jake doesn’t know how he got separated from his group of friends but he simply doesn’t know where they went.

He sighed as he looked at the time and he realized he would be breaking night all for a party he forgot he was supposed to attend. In all truth, he hadn’t even wanted to come to party today, all he wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep.

But he knew his friends wouldn’t let him stay inside after ignoring plans for outings for the past few weeks. They were bound to hunt him down and drag him out.

The raging headache he was experiencing only became worse and he decided he was going to call it. He took out his phone and texted his friends he was done for the night.

As he tried to push through the crowd to leave the party, he accidentally bumped into a person. He didn’t realize that it was you at first until the two of you locked eyes with each other.

You let out a kind smile which he gladly returned. He felt the flutter in his heart seeing you but his eyes drifted to the tight hold you had on your phone but decided not to question it.

“I didn’t figure you to be the party type” You tried to speak over the music but Jake couldn’t seem to hear you, when you motioned for him to go upstairs he followed in pursuit

When the two of you were finally upstairs and away from the crowd, you could finally feel your ears relax from the tense music.

“I said I didn’t figure you to be the party type” You said in a smooth tone and Jake smiled and shrugged his shoulders

“I guess I can say the same as well. What are you doing here?” Jake turned to face you, only to find you glued to your phone with fingers moving, sending messages to someone

“Boyfriend dragged me out here and he isn’t even responding” You sighed as you tried to scan the dancing crowd from above in search of your boyfriend

You knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend but you still cared for him.

“He left you alone?” Jake tilted his head as he could feel the unease and slight anger build up in his chest, why would you boyfriend even drag you out if he wasn’t going to stay with you

He would never voice out his thought but deep down he knew he could be a better boyfriend.

Yet, before you could respond, you somehow heard a familiar voice from behind. When you turned around, you found your boyfriend with someone else.

Your eyes widen as you stared at him, who was still oblivious to you standing there. Jake noticed your silence and took a glance to you and when he noticed you were looking at something, he turned to witness the same scene.

When your boyfriend finally noticed you, he coughed loudly and put distance between him and the girl. He greeted you happily and tried to make his way to you, but when you backed up from him, Jake could see the disbelief in your boyfriend’s face.

“It’s not what it looks like. You don’t think I actually cheated on you right? Don’t you trust me?” When Jake saw your gaze shift to the ground muttering a quite ‘stop it’ and heard your shuttering trying to keep your composure he lost it

He knows he shouldn’t have involved himself but he wasn’t going to allow your boyfriend to continue this any longer.

“She said stop it” When your boyfriend shifted his gaze from you to Jake, he tried to be intimidating but was met with a colder gaze from Jake

“Who are you to meddle in?” Your boyfriend took a step closer to Jake and you decided to step in before things got worse

“Just stop, it’s over. We’re done, I hope you’re able to be happy” You rolled your teary eyes before going down the stairs, your now ex tried to go after you but Jake stopped him

Your ex shoved Jake’s arm away but he still stood his ground for you.

“Didn’t you hear her? You guys are done” When Jake turned his back to follow after you, he stopped before turning around again to see your ex fuming

“You should’ve been a better boyfriend” Jake scoffed, before going down the stairs to catch up to you

Jake managed to miss you by a second, but he knew you were going to return back home. So he was quick to get into his car and drive back home in hopes of catching you.

And it seemed the universe was on his side as he arrived and rushed over to his place, he saw you entering yours. When you heard the rapid footsteps, you quickly turned your head, having little hopes of it being your boyfriend.

But when you saw a worried Jake, panting heavily, gulping down as he looked at you, you could feel the tears in your eyes well up.

Jake always seemed to catch you at your worst and at your best. Jake took hesitant footsteps in your direction, he didn’t want to overwhelm you in any way. All he wanted was to be there for you if you needed him to be.

“Jake” You voice was soft almost inaudible but Jake could hear it loud and clear, when he stood in front of you, he could see the tears staining your face and he wanted to wipe them away but he knew his boundaries

“You can cry, there’s no shame in it” That seemed to have been the breaking point, as you finally let the tears fall from your eyes

Jake wanted to bring you into his embrace but he didn’t. He know he shouldn’t, he just wanted to show you that you weren’t alone. What he didn’t expect was for you lay your head against him, he froze but when he still heard your crying, he hesitantly hovered his hand to comfort you.

You could feel the awkwardness practically radiating off of Jake and you found yourself chuckling at him. When Jake heard your chuckles, he took a glance to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

When you pulled away, you wiped your tears trying to place a smile on your face.

“You’re not the best at comforting” You giggled and Jake found himself laughing at your remark

“Do you need anything?” His words were soft and concerning that you didn’t believe he could be so worried about you

“Want to watch a movie?” You wanted to take your mind off the events that happened tonight, and in all honesty, you didn’t want to be alone tonight

So when Jake smiled happily and nodded his head, you felt glad to know he was willing to help you out. Jake was truly very kind and for some reason you realized in that moment, just how many times he’s been kind to you.

You and Jake laughed as you watched a movie on your TV. You and Jake respectively took both ends of the couch while watching the movie. While, he seemed to be so engrossed in the movie, you could feel your eyelids becoming heavy.

From all the crying you’ve done, it was inevitable for the exhaustion to take over. You don’t know when you fell asleep but when a funny scene happened, Jake laughed and turned to you.

When he saw you had fallen asleep, he smiled softly to himself before looking for the remote to turn off the TV. He looked around trying to find any pillows or blanket but when he didn’t find any, he sighed.

Before he left your place, he left one of his shoes to become a door stopper so that he didn’t accidentally shut himself out.

He quickly rushed over to his place and flipped it upside, looking for any spare pillows and blankets he had and when he found some, he jumbled them into his arms and made his way back to your place.

As he managed to get back into your place, your sleeping figure never seemed to falter. He placed the pillow down, and gently rested your head against it. When you shuffled around to find comfort, he waited before draping the blanket over you.

He made sure you were fully covered so that you didn’t become cold in the night. When he saw that you seemed relatively comfortable, he proudly smiled to himself and looked for a paper and pen.

He wrote a little note and left it on your table before walking out your place. He took one glance behind and when he made sure you were sound asleep, he smiled once again before walking out.

Just as he walked out your place, he didn’t notice a puddle on the ground and when he foot stepped in it, he groaned loudly feeling the wetness of it.

He looked to the ground to see his shoe missing from his foot. He closed his eyes and deeply sighed as he realized he left his shoe at your place.

He awkwardly walked back to his place, trying to avoid walking with his wet foot. But even with his wet foot, he didn’t mind it all one bit. He was happy to help you and if he had to walk through many puddles for you, that’s just what he’ll just do.

When you groggily woke up, you could feel the puffiness of your eyes from all the crying you have done. You groaned loudly, feeling the aching headache you, when you looked around you noticed you weren’t in your bed.

You were in your living room and you took notice in the falling blanket. You didn’t recognized this blanket from anywhere, you looked to your surrounding to find a pillow that wasn’t yours either.

You confusedly looked around, remembering the only person that was last here was Jake. When your eyes scanned your place you took notice to the single shoe left in the middle of your place.

You found yourself chuckling realizing Jake must have been that done all of this for you. When you gaze went to in front of you, you saw the note let behind.

You picked up the note and you found yourself chuckling to yourself. You bit your lip slightly to stop the smile from growing anymore than it needs to.

‘Hi! You fell asleep watching the best movie ever (it really wasn’t) but I hope you were able to get a good rest. Take care of yourself, as always I’ll be right next door- from your best neighbor Jake’

Jake’s head shot up when he heard a knock at his door. He was going to ignore it and go back to sleep but when the knocking happened again, he groaned before getting up from his bed.

He grumbled to himself at who can be knocking at his door at this hour. When he opened the door, he was ready to be faced with his annoyed friends but instead you saw you holding the blanket and pillow with his single shoe on top.

You smiled when you saw him and he stared at you with wide eyes. He realized he probably looked like a mess, so he quickly closed the door in your face and rushed to the nearest mirror to fix himself.

He saw how his hair stuck out in every direction and he grumbled before smoothing out his hair, and he saw the bag under his eyes.

You were surprised to see the reaction but you found it amusing. You patiently waited for Jake to finish fixing himself to appear “presentable”. After a few minutes, Jake smoothly opened the door again and pretended to be shocked to see you.

“Oh my god, it’s my favorite neighbor, how are you?” You found yourself laughing and Jake seemed pleased to be the reason behind it

“I came to return your belongings. Thank you so much Jake, for everything yesterday. I really appreciate it” He waved his hands to shoo away your gratitude

“It was my pleasure. I just wanted to make sure you were okay” You nodded your head and handed his belongings back to him

“Also just out of curiosity, why was your shoe left at my place?” You raised an eyebrow and you could Jake nervously gulp, he mumbled something but you couldn’t hear him

“I didn’t want to get locked out” You looked at him confused and he could tell as he sighed

“I went to go grab a blanket and pillow for you but I didn’t want to get locked out so I used my shoe as a door stopper and I seemed to have forgotten it” You held a tight lip to hide back the smile daring to form on your face and Jake noticed that

“You can laugh, it’s okay” You shook your head, showing him that wasn’t the case

“No, it was just really sweet of you. Thank you Jake, one of these days I’ll return the favor” Now Jake could feel his heart pounding against his chest, he was going to fall hard, he just knew it

Two months had went by, you and Jake were only continuing on getting closer with each other. The small interactions becoming longer and you were starting to grow accustomed to his presence.

But, for the past two days, you hadn’t talked to Jake for the daily conversations the two of you had. It wasn’t because you were purposely ignoring him but rather you were mentally preparing yourself to see your ex boyfriend again.

He kept on trying to reaching out for forgiveness, saying he would change but you were fed up. You weren’t going to go back to him, the amount of chances you had give him, you and the relationship were long done.

So, you texted him to finally come and pick up his belongings and that this would be the last time you see each other. He seemed to have been quick because in a mere ten minutes, he was at your door.

Jake on the other hand was preparing to ask you out on a date. It was true, his feelings for you only became stronger with each passing moment and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out.

He knows, it may too soon for you and he wasn’t going to rush for a response but for you to be aware of his feelings will be much better than keeping it to himself.

And besides, he’ll wait for you as long as he needs to. You’re worth the wait.

Jake gave a pep talk to himself in the mirror as the bouquet of flowers resting on the table. He sighed deeply and gave himself a pat on his shoulder, he grabbed the bouquet and set out to your place. But right before he could open his door, he heard pounding.

It didn’t sound like it came from his door, when he opened his door, his immediate response was to look to the direction of your place and that’s when he saw your ex boyfriend standing outside your door.

Jake was going to shoo him away from your door but when he saw your door open and welcome in your ex, Jake froze.

His eyes frantically moved away as he stepped back into his place. He sighed deeply before placing the bouquet of flowers back onto the table.

He fiddled with his hair as he took a seat on the couch, he sadly chuckled to himself before shaking his head, he thought he was so stupid for believing he had a chance.

You deserved someone way better than your ex, Jake and practically everyone else knew that. But if he made you happy, Jake will support you a hundred percent no matter what.

But, when an hour had passed, Jake couldn’t handle being at home anymore. He got up from the couch and walked out his front door, and just as he was going to lock his door, your door opened and out walked your ex with an overflowing box with his belongings.

Jake eyes widen in shock as his saw this, he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things but he realized he was seeing right, he felt a glimpse of hope in his heart.

Jake could hear your ex mumbling apologizes and that’s when he saw you walk out and usher your ex away. You giddily waved goodbye to your ex as your smile fell in annoyance.

Your ex could be seen dragging his feet against the pavement, looking at you hoping to be given some kind of mercy but when he was met with nothing, he continued his moping until he was gone.

You sighed happily before lightly stretching your body, you were going to head back into your place when you noticed Jake watching the scene with his keys in mid air.

Jake noticed your gaze in him and he quickly fixed his posture and placed his keys in his pocket. You smiled lightly and was going to head back in until you heard him call out to you.

“Are you busy?”

“I’d like to you up on that offer of returning the favor”

The sun was soon going to set and you and Jake were still in the car ride. Jake said returning the favor will include you having to accompany him somewhere.

The car ride was a little more awkward than you had anticipated but you brushed past it as being the few days that you haven’t talked to each other.

“Where are we heading?” You wondered, you began to notice the buildings becoming fewer and fewer and you seemed to reaching the meadows of land

“It’s a surprise”

When you finally reached at your destination, it was almost night time. The sun was finally setting as it was beging replaced by the moon and stars, where Jake had brought you, there seemed to have been others as well.

The sunset was stunning in this view that you swore you couldn’t get tired of it. When you turned to face Jake, you saw how the sunlight casted on him creating a beautiful golden hour.

You felt the familiar thump in your heart whenever you were with Jake for the past three weeks and you were quick to clear your throat before facing away from Jake to admire the sunset.

“We aren’t here for the sunset” You heard Jake muttered from behind you, you could only hum afraid if you turned around you would be greeted with something your heart wouldn’t be able to handle

“What are we here for then?”

“We’re going to have to wait a little longer for it to happen. The sunset just seemed to be perfect in the setting today”

There was a silence just for a moment as the two of admired the sunset but you decided not to hold back any longer.

“I’m finally done with my ex” Those words falling from your almost sounded like music to Jake’s ears, he turned to face you who was still admiring the sunset

“Well I’ve been done with him for a while but after today I never have to see him again. I told him to come get his stuff and he thought I was giving him a chance”

“It amused me how simple he thought it would be. I know he wasn’t the best boyfriend but sometimes you just think you found the purest love when in reality it was one of the worst loves ever”

“And once you break off the negative aspects, you can finally get into full view the most lovely positive things in your life” You snuck a glance to Jake when you said those words before looking to the setting sunset

“It’s taken me a while to realize but ever since the break up, I’ve been feeling better. And you, Jake were probably the biggest factor in making me feel better so I don’t know how much I can thank you for that” You finally turned to face Jake and the expression he had made you smile softly

“I don’t know how I can ever repay your efforts” Jake shook his head, he doesn’t know what took over him, he assumed it must have been the setting and the atmosphere between the two of you but Jake felt determined

“Just allowing me to be in your presence is enough for me”

“Uhm, actually I have something to tell you” You ushered Jake to say it, you tried to ignore the desiring thoughts running through your head and the fast pacing of your heart

The sunset had finally set and Jake knew this was it.

“I like you a lot” Before you could say anything to his confession, there were sudden fireworks going off

You looked up to see the colors from the fireworks light up the recently set sky. You were mesmerized for a moment that you didn’t realize the look Jake had set on you and didn’t plan on moving.

When you were brought back from the moment, you looked to Jake to see him holding the fondest smile ever.

“Surprise” Jake’s soft voice rang through your ears and you could feel the warmth coarse through your body as you smiled happily towards Jake

You walked over to Jake and wrapped your arms around him. At first, he was in utter shock. He didn’t know how to respond but when he realize, he should hug back, he did.

He wrapped his arms around you and he swore this was his dream. He’s been waiting to hug you and for you to the be the first one to initiate it was enough to send him into a happiness frenzy.

“I’m glad to hear the feelings are mutual”

“I like you too Jake” Those were the words he’s been wanting to hear for the longest time, he just never knew the time would ever come

“It might take me a while to fully grasp everything but what I do know for a fact is that I like you. I really do” You could feel Jake shaking his head as his grasp only got tighter

“I’ll wait as long as you want me to. You’re worth the wait, you always will be” He could feel the smile from your face and he swore his heart burst in his chest, when the two of you pulled away from the hug you looked to each others eyes

You didn’t realize your eyes were glossy from happiness until Jake wiped the single tear that fell from your eyes. He had the fondest smile ever and he could feel the magnetic pull of you drag him closer to you.

When your lips met his lips half way, it felt like the fireworks that went off in the sky. Jake and you kissed under the fireworks and it was the perfect representation of how both of you felt.

When the two of you pulled away, the smile on your faces were undeniably happy. Jake’s arms never unwrapped as he could only bring you into another hug.

“Take all the time you need, I will wait for you” You nodded against Jake and the happiness you felt was something you haven’t felt in a long time

To know that Jake would patiently wait for you was able to make you feel the comfort and ease rest in your heart.

Jake had made you feel emotions that you hadn’t felt in such a long time. It was nice to feel them again, and it was the best to feel them again because of Jake.

Whilst, Jake felt like he was on top of the world. He has you the person he likes so much in his arms as you feel the same he does. It was like his dreams came true and he couldn’t be any happier.

“I promise to always make you happy so don’t worry”

“Plus I can be a way better boyfriend than him”

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen writer #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen oneshots #shim jake x reader #shim jake imagine #shim jaeyun #shim jake #shim jaeyun x reader #enhypen jake #enhypen jake x reader

[arminsumi]

i need more gojo fluff🥺💖 he's just so precious

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GOJO x f.reader

A/N: of course my beloved, here's a dose of gojo fluff just for u!!! 🥺

♪ NOW PLAYING: i could be your crush

Overview; collegeboy Gojo having the fattest crush on you and being lovably annoying

Content; fluff, crush headcanons

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— He teases and distracts you all day every day, wearing a toothy smile. It hangs lopsidedly on his face.

— Pinching you is his thing. He loves getting a reaction out of you. "Hey, sweetcheeks." he greets, "Those cheeks lookin' awfully pinchable today."

"Ah, hell no! Suguru save me, Satoru is being annoying again!"

— Snatches up your belongings when you're not looking and makes you beg to give them back while he holds them above his head. Truthfully, this is just his silly excuse to show off his height to you.

— Other ways he shows of his height to you include towering over you and peering straight down into your eyes. He giggles like a jackass when you get flustered.

— His nicknames for you know no bounds. They're corny and cheesy most of the time, like the aforementioned sweetcheeks. There's also; honeybun/babydoll/sugarplum/princess/snugglebunny... the list doesn't end. Some people think you're dating when he calls you these in public.

— The instant your attention detracts from him, he steals it right back with grabby hands. Sometimes he throws a whiny "Why're you ignoring me!" your way.

— He rushes up to you after class with a million things to talk about, and talks so fast that he stumbles and trips all over his words.

— His enthusiasm and lively nature is contagious. He is always, always capable of putting a smile on your face.

— He sneezes on you on purpose.

— When you look especially attractive to him in certain lighting, like when the two of you walk home together after school, he clutches his chest. The fabric of his uniform crinkles and creases.

"What is it?" you ask.

He sighs dramatically. "You're so pretty." is all he can say. "Huh... that sounded so much better in my head."

— Never late for the classes that he shares with you. The rest he absolutely is though 🤭 he's got great bed hair, you can tell he really tries hard to wake up in time to make class

— He pays interest to the things you like. Sometimes you catch him practicing one of your hobbies. "Hey, what're you doing?" you ask and he FREAKS out, "Oh shi– hey! Hi! Not doing anything, why?" it's utterly hilarious; he knocks over stuff, flushing red in the face. You'll never meet someone who blushes as madly as Gojo Satoru.

— Addicted to your company much like he's addicted to sugar. You're another saccharine substance that he can't keep out of his mouth. Ahum... in other words, he is always talking about you to his friends.

— Poor Suguru, he often arrives to class in the morning with bloodshot eyes and hanging eyebags because his best friend kept him on the phone all night about Y/n this and Y/n that

— Gojo loses his mind when you call him Satoru for the first time. He melts each and every time you call him that afterwards.

— Call him hot once, or merely elude to it, and he will hold it to you forever. He winks and infuriatingly responds with "Yeah I know I am." or "Thanks for reminding me." or if he's feeling like flustering you, "Not as hot as you."

But trust that he swoons to his best friend about it. "She said I'm hot... d'you think she likes me?"

#♥️ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 #fluff #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujustu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x you #college au

[apollosfavkiddo]

hi, I’m not great at requesting things but if this makes sense could you write a high school au where Jason is a football player. I think it would be cute cause he’s definitely tall enough and strong enough but then add in him being kind and wow he would make the BEST high school football player boyfriend. Thank you

⛧° Jason Grace x Nerdy! Reader hcs °⛧

content: jason grace x reader, college au!

warnings: cursing, allusions to sexual stuff (not much tho), stupidtly fluffy and corny.

a/n: bby if i tell you i dreamt about this, would you believe me? like, i swear to all the gods, i dreamt with this and woke up thinking about writing it… well, here ya go. oh, and i also made her a brazilian, i hope you don’t mind? if you do, just ignore it, please 🫡

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Of course, he’s a great football player.

Like, i know no shit about football, i’m a soccer girly, but he’s the best quarterback in the city. like, he’s really really good.

And obviously everyone believes he’s such an asshole and a womanizer.

But in reality he’s so so nice

Sure, he sleeps with some girls and all, but not as much as his teammates.

He’s also the only jock that sticks with a girlfriend. Not for long, but still more than the other guys ig

So when he was having trouble with maths, he needed a tutor, cause he had to have a back up plan of he didn’t went for the pros

Such a nice boy, fr.

And he went talk with the teacher to ask who could teach him.

And that’s when he found you.

You weren’t exactly a super nerd. You just liked to study.

But you had a lot of friends, since being the only exchange student did bring this sort of popularity around the university.

And when he first came to you, you were kinda bitchy.

You know, you had a bit of hatred towards football players. No idea why, it was just there.

Even with that, you were too kind-hearted to don’t tutor him.

And when you got to know each other… you kinda started liking him.

On your first study session, the library was too full, so you went to the outside

Which was really working out, till Jason found a little bird that probably fell from his nest

The guy was so worried that he almost took the bird home

He would’ve done it if you didn’t stop him

But he found the nest and put the little bird back there

And you just stood there, like “what the fuck? isn’t he supposed to be a douche?”

It happens that he’s not.

And you became pretty good friends with the frequent study sessions and all.

Not to mention he was pretty offended when you told him you didn’t like football.

And you were very offended when he asked if the spoke Spanish in Brazil.

He knew it didn’t, he just did it to piss you off.

He really wanted you to go to one of his games, but you never said you were really going.

So, one day, when his team was having a match against Briar University, he was more than surprised to see you at the stands, right in the front.

With his jersey. With his number and name on your back.

He honestly felt he was gonna cry right then and there.

He got so happy he made a touchdown. They won.

And you were there, cheering for him and pretending like you understand anything that was going on there.

When the game ended, he came rushing towards you.

“Congrats, Gra-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he kissed you.

Oh, and it was heaven.

After this, you started dating and it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He was such a gentleman.

Doors? Don’t even touch that. Dates? He’s paying, duh. You’re tired? He’ll carry you, bridal style.

You get the point.

You started liking football because of him. And he started liking soccer because of you.

a/n: i don’t know what to feel about this lol. idk what you’ll think of the brazilian thing, but if you don’t like it, i’ll remake it, promise!

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo #football

[elsweetheart]

what friends are for.

🎀 i hate this. words can’t describe how much i hate this. my worst work. it sounds rushed and corny and like a 14 year old on wattpad wrote it. but if i don’t post it it’s a waste of my time and efforts, so enjoy.

abby was your best friend.

you honestly didn’t really have anyone else. you went on patrols with her, you hung out with her 24/7, you had cried to her, laughed with her, everything. to be totally transparent, the lines had gotten a little blurred. flirting as a joke was one thing, but sometimes you weren’t quite sure if it was a joke. abby was overprotective, and when she’d touch you, it was hard to ignore the jolt of electricity that transmit through your veins. okay, if she wanted to fuck you and make you hers you’d totally let her. it was the end of the world, right? everyone just wanted companionship. however, you weren’t even too sure if she was into girls like that. you knew she had a thing with owen a long time ago— but she doesn’t really talk about it much, and she doesn’t seem to have had the best experience with him. the way she talked to you and treated you had lead you to believe that maybe she likes pussy. you guys didn’t talk about that kind of thing, all you knew is she’d been with a few people (because she often teased you for only having been with one person, much to your annoyance.)

you needed a distraction. it wasn’t too late, 11PM — and rain was hammering down on your window. you thought you might get an early nights sleep, but that idea was pretty much shot as soon as you started daydreaming. wouldn’t it be nice, to be able to curl up in someone’s warm strong arms on nights like this? to have them touch you all over, stick their hands up your top and feel your nipples get hard beneath their palms. to kiss your neck leaving a cold wet trail in their path. to slip their hand down your panties and rub your clit slowly, no rush, no race for you to cum, just touching sheerly for the purpose of pleasuring you. a hot wet mouth on your cunt, lapping you up, making you arch off the bed, that sounded good to you. infact, you hadn’t even realised your blanket was stuffed between your legs and you were grinding your damp pussy into it until you shook yourself out of it.

this is pathetic, right? you thought to yourself, sitting up. a distraction was what you were after, and you knew abby would be awake. sliding on a pair of thin sleep shorts, ignoring the wetness between your legs, you hurried out into the cold halls until you found yourself at abby’s door, knocking quietly.

“come in.” her commanding voice lead you to turn her door handle immediately. she was squat on the floor next to her gym bag, zipping it up wearing her muscle-tee and black cargos. her eyes softened when she saw you there, illuminated by the light outside like a halo around you. “hey.” she greet with a small smile, turning her attention back to the stiff zip on her bag.

“oh…where’you going?” you couldn’t help but sound a little whiney, hoping you could stay with her and talk until you got sleepy. she stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her thighs, eyes flickering over your form.

“i couldn’t sleep so i was gonna go work out. what’s wrong?” she walked towards you, brow creased in concern.

“oh. i couldn’t sleep and… i wanted to come and see you.” you shrugged. her concerned expression didn’t relent and she stepped even closer, placing her hand briefly on your cheek and then your forehead.

“why do you seem all flushed? you’re not sick, right?” she hummed. you pressed your thighs together, hating the way that even the touch of your incredibly attractive best friend was sending waves of arousal through you. you let out a shaky sigh and gently pulled her hand from your grasp.

“more like frustrated.” you mumbled, walking over to sit on her bed. you wasn’t even sure why you had said it out loud, you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to— but you couldn’t take it back now. you tensed up, trying to think of a way to change the subject as she watched you, you didn’t want her to ask you what you meant. she closed the door, the room now only lit from the bright moonlight shining through her window— it was a wonder how she got any sleep at all, the moon creating similar amounts of light to a street lamp.

“frustrated how?” she came and perched on the bed beside you, braid tossed over her shoulder when she turned to look at you, eyes glancing to your thin shorts as you played with the hem nervously.

“i—ugh, i don’t really know why i said that.”

“why do you feel frustrated?” she rephrased her question, nudging her strong arm against yours slightly and ignoring your denial of your statement. you bit your lip, thinking for a moment before bringing your hands to your face, giggling into them.

“i think i… do you ever feel like… i just need to get laid, abby. so bad.” you laughed, avoiding eye contact as you downplayed it. you were two best friends talking right? no need to make it weird.

abby was nodding slowly as if she understood and you turned to look at her to see if she was laughing too. she wasn’t. her eyes raised from your thighs to look into your own eyes, serious in nature like she always was.

“and that’s why you’re here right?” she asked casually, like it was nothing. your smile dropped as you stared back at her wide eyed. did she really just suggest that?

“oh! i um, i don’t know i just came here because—well because i couldn’t sleep and i wanted to get my mind off things and—and—" you rambled, stopping to swallow thickly, feeling like you couldn’t breathe from the way she was staring at you. she exuded confidence, and something in her eyes was a little darker today making the burning between your thighs intensify.

“so you don’t want my help?” she asked, eyebrows raised a little as if unimpressed with your whole demure act. you said nothing, eyes drifting down to her mouth as you pictured all the things she could probably do with it. your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip, eyes wide and needy as you nodded. why lie? you wanted her.

“poor thing, go lay back on the bed.” she nodded towards her headboard and you blinked at her.

“i thought you were— i thought you were going to go work out.” you gaped. she scoffed with a chuckle as she stood up to adjust her cargos around her waist.

“fuck that, much rather be here. you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?”

you were in shock. how was she so casual about this? had you totally misunderstood your entire friendship? how long was she going to let this go on? how long was she going to pine after you knowing you needed her?

“you’ve wanted to… touch me?” you clarified. you were aware that you sounded pathetic and shy but it was impossible not to feel that way beside her.

“yeah, just wasn’t sure if you were down. you are down, right? don’t wanna make you do anything.” she froze in her tracks, looking you over.

your gaze centred in on your fingers where they nervously played with one another.

“think about you fucking me all the time.” you tremble. she smirks, bending down to eye level with you.

“lay back on the bed then, pretty girl. like i told you.” there was an edge to her voice, one that said ‘don’t let me catch you not listening to me again.’

you scurried back, piling her pillows on top of eachother so you were elevated and laying against it, knees pressed together. she came and sat before you, placing her hands on her knees and spreading them gently. you shivered, unable to believe how willing your best friend was in this. she stared between your legs, and you realised she was looking at the wet patch from your slick, soaked through the pyjama shorts.

she said nothing, just reached her fingers into your waistband and began tugging them off. you shyly went to close your legs again, but her hands grasping the back of your thighs held them apart, licking her lips.

“pretty, just like i thought you’d be.” she comments, watching the way you clench around nothing. “and you’re fucking soaked too. were you touching yourself before you came to see me?” she exasperated, thumbs sliding either side of your pussy, spreading your lips open as she admired you. you whimpered at the gesture, your legs relaxing and you spread them a little wider before clearing your throat— trying to bat away the fogginess slipping into your mind to converse with her.

“mmph— not— not quite.” you admit and she glances up at you, sliding her thumb oh so casually through your wetness collecting the slick.

“no? what were you doing?” she asks, pushing her thumb through your folds once more — just avoiding your clit each time making it throb, desperate for her touch.

“had—uhm— had my blanket between my legs, was rubbing against it.” you flush all over and she feels it, the heat almost radiating off you. she pouts almost in sympathy, not even bothering to make eye contact with you as she strokes your folds gently.

“cute.” she comments, playing with you just gently enough to tease you and not give you what you need.

“does that make me totally weird?” you sigh out, not sure how much longer you’re going to be able to keep up conversation when she’s toying with you like this as you arch your back off the bed— hinting to her that you wanted more.

“not at all. just need your pussy fucked, no shame in it beautiful.” she comments, low in her throat like she’s talking to herself and finally, finally she pushes her thumb up to rub your clit, massaging it in circles. you whine, relaxing your spine a little more as you grind your hips up slightly to meet her thumb. “that’s it. tell me what else you need.” she demands quietly and your eyes flutter open.

“want a kiss.” you shudder weakly before you can even stop yourself, like you were so desperate to have her all over you that your mouth was on autopilot.

“gladly.”

she leant over you, her torso pushing your thighs up to your chest and attached her mouth to yours without a second thought. she continued rubbing you, hand stuffed between your bodies letting you use her for your pleasure.

fast forward 20 minutes, abby had her hands beneath your ass lifting your hips off the bed all the way to your mouth as she ate you like you were her last meal. in the low light your slick was practically luminous, catching the light from your inner thighs, her mouth and chin, quietly groaning against you as she savoured the taste of you. you came hard again, on your third orgasm of the night and abby slowly set your hips down on the bed, letting you recover.

she rubbed your thighs affectionately with her hands, pressing sloppy kisses around your abused cunt and thighs as you twitched sensitively, panting and wiping your tears shakily.

“m’sorry abby. bein’ so greedy.” you hiccuped in reference to your insatiable needs, abby continuing to pleasure you until she was sure you were satisfied. she leant over you between your open legs, bringing her mouth to yours, kissing you slow and nasty. her tongue massaged the taste of your own cunt into your mouth making you whimper weakly.

“nothing to be sorry for, baby. pretty pussies should always cum. just need a little help, don’t you?”

abby was the best friend a girl could have.

♡

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[tom-whore-dleston]

for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!

Snooze

Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader

Word Count: 1.5k

This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze

Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.

Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷

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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him. 

The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.

Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.

You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.

The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.

You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor.  “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.

“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”

“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.

“Oh no, I-“

“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” 

Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”

“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.

“Steven. Steven Grant.”

It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time. 

3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.

“Steven?”

The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.” 

“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.

You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”

Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.

“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.

“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.

“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment. 

“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.

The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.

“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”

“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”

Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you. 

“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.” 

“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you. 

“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”

“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.

“Can I kiss you, love?” 

“I thought you would never ask.”

Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you. 

Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.

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Love Letters: Day Two

Eddie Munson x fem!reader [1.8K] some wildflowers, sunshine x grumpy with Eddie 

THE LETTERBOX ♥

Eddie Munson was fucked. 

And not in a good way, not yet, at least. ‘Cause it was seven twenty five on Valentine’s Day and he’d only realised when Hellfire had ended - an hour after it was supposed to. He’d overheard Mike and Lucas talk about meeting the girls outside the cinema at eight, how they had to stop by their homes to pick up the gifts before the movie.

Dustin was already rushing out to the parking lot to meet Steve, his ride to Weathertop where he’d sit for god knows how long in the dark so he could talk to Suzie. It took a minute, maybe two, before Eddie connected the dots, looked at the calendar hanging behind the old desk in the corner of the classroom and swore viciously, barging past his friends and pointedly ignoring their laughter. 

“Hot date?” Steve called out to him from the driver’s window and he grimaced when he saw Eddie’s panicked expression. “Oh shit, did you forget?”

Eddie huffed out an exasperated sigh, giving in and confessing to his friend as he leaned over and clung to the window frame. “Yes! Yes, I fuckin’ forgot, ‘cause I’ve never had a girl before, Harrington, and fuck if I know what you’re supposed to do on Valentine’s Day!”

Steve grinned, selfishly enjoying the other boy’s despair. He shrugged, unhelpful as he leaned back in his seat and kept his eyes on the door for Dustin. “Were you supposed to make plans? Did she talk about it? Hint at anything?”

Eddie wracked his brain for any suggestion that you were interested in being wined and dined by him and he grimaced at the idea of having to wear a button up in a restaurant that provided him with more than one fork. But he shook his head, because you’d not said a word about the day, and it had made it a lot easier for Eddie to turn a blind eye to the pink hearts, the cupids, the red candy boxes. 

“Nothin’,” Eddie replied.

Steve pondered for a moment and then shrugged again, too casual for the way Eddie’s heart was still hammering against his chest in what could only be described as abject horror. You were the first girl Eddie had really, really liked, and by some miracle, you’d liked him too. He didn’t want to fuck it up so soon and he groaned, feeling like he’d failed some sort of boyfriend test.

“Hey, hey, look,” Steve tried to placate, “maybe you’re off the hook, yeah? Maybe she doesn’t care about that kinda stuff, just buy her somethin’ cute instead, like a--”

Dustin came careening across the lot before Steve could finish, interrupting his sentence with the slam of a door and a shrill, “drive, Steve, drive!”

Steve merely rolled his eyes and turned back to Eddie, who looked distraught. “Dude,” Steve soothed, “it’s fine, okay? Your girl isn’t that big into all that romance shit, right?”

“Steve, if I'm late, Suzie’s gonna straight up murder me!”

“Good!” Steve barked back at the younger boy, “maybe I’ll know what peace is! Shit, uh, look it’s fine Eds, you’re fine, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Eddie didn’t get to respond before Steve was putting the car into drive and peeling out of the lot, the sounds of him and Dustin arguing barely heard over the squeal of the tires. Eddie was left in the dust, hands clenched into fists as he tried to work out what the fuck he was supposed to do. Steve was right, in a way. You weren’t huge on romance, not the over the top, cheesy, corny stuff you saw in the movies. In fact, Eddie saw you scrunch up your nose at anything that you considered over the top: the PDA couples at the mall, the huge stuffed animals at the last fair, the heart shaped boxes of chocolate, the cotton candy pink greeting cards that were the size of his Metallica poster on his bedroom door.

And that was fine, Eddie loved you for your likes and dislikes, your tough attitude, your aversion to early mornings and anything too happy. You preferred horrors to romances, a soft hand on your leg under the table over a public make out session, something for your eyes only rather than a declaration of love for everyone to see.

Eddie knew all that. He did, ‘cause he knew you better than anyone else. But he didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to get you for Valentine’s Day. Did you want anything? Was he a shit boyfriend for not setting up a date, a surprise? Would you be more mad if he came to yours with something garishly cute? Bright pink and sweet? Or was this some kind of test? A doomed failure 

that would make him wanna kick himself?

So the boy scrambled to the van, flipping off Gareth and Jeff as they waved and laughed from their car, both of them already sparking up a joint that had been tucked in the sun visor. Eddie didn’t know where he was driving to, considering the shops at the mall were closed. The Main Street was the same, almost all of the businesses shut for the night and cloaked in darkness, the only lit windows coming from the busy restaurants that were filled with couples.

He drove to your house anyway, heading down the familiar streets that took him out by the farmers fields, the stretches of grass an inky blue in the dark and Eddie was cursing at himself until he spotted a patch of colour at the side of one field. The tires screeched as the boy braked hard, pulling over to the side of the road and leaping out, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. 

There weren't many of them, but they were all pretty and soft coloured, a smattering of wildflowers by the edges of the wheat fields, pinks and lilacs, a burst of sharp red, a deeper violet thing amongst green stalks and leaves. Eddie grinned, an excitement bubbling in his chest, ‘cause he’d never seen any flowers in your room before. But there had always been an empty vase, a pretty blue thing that sat in the middle of your dresser, sad and unused.

Maybe it was for good reason, Eddie caught himself, a flicker of doubt in his head, maybe you didn’t like flowers, he thought. The boy certainly didn’t think you’d like the huge, overpowering bouquets from the florist on Fifth, the one with glitter covered butterflies between the petals, big, pink bows holding them all together. 

But these ones, the delicate collection that was slowly growing in Eddie’s hand, were pretty. They were modest and sweet smelling, like the mere idea of Spring clung to them, like last night's rain. Maybe you didn’t like flowers, Eddie thought again, brow furrowed. Or maybe, no one had ever given you some.

So Eddie whispered a soft ‘fuck it’ under his breath and plucked some more from the ground, gentle as he bunched them together until the colours looked nice. He took his time to wind his bandana around the stalks, trying once, twice, three times to tie it in a bow, giving up and knotting it instead. But he was happy with his creation, something that felt like pride puffing warm in his chest, and the rest of the drive to yours went with a little less panic.

Climbing the tree outside your bedroom was the easy part, and so was avoiding your dad when the man walked past the hallway window. It was easy to knock on the glass, grin at you wide and bright when you opened the curtains and stared at him wide eyed.

It was harder to present the flowers to you - the petals only a little crushed from where Eddie had stuck them in his back pocket as he climbed. The boy watched your expression as he clambered into your room, the familiar smell of your perfume engulfing him. He caught the way your eyes went a little wide, the downturn of your lips ticking upwards, if only just. But he knew you, he knew you so well and the way you bit down on your lip, the way you looked at him from beneath your lashes - fuck - it sent his heart racing.

You took in each flower, each different shaped petal, the reds, the purples, the one shocking pass of pink in the middle, all wrapped in Eddie’s black and white bandana. You took them from the boy’s outstretched hand, eyes sweeping over the blush on his cheeks and nose, his soft brown eyes that looked so unsure. 

“I don’t really care about Valentine’s,” you said quietly, but Eddie heard the way your breath hitched.

“S’aright,” he drawled back just as softly, “I wanted to get you somethin’ anyway.”

There was a beat of silence, just for a second, maybe two, and Eddie wondered if you could hear his heartbeat, the way it rattled against his ribcage. Surely you could, he thought, it was the loudest thing in the room.

And then, he saw you melt. He watched it happen, the perpetual storm cloud that hung over you (the one he adored) lifted and your face turned softer, expression going a little gooey, just for him. Your eyes shone, lashes fluttering before they closed and you crushed the petals to your face, sniffing delicately before you grinned, trying your best to hide it amongst the flowers.

Eddie caught it anyway.

He tried not to look too smug as he lazed on your bed, shoes kicked off and left at the foot of it, an arm slung behind his head as he watched you arrange each bloom in your pretty blue vase. And when you were done, Eddie beamed at you and you rolled your eyes, fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and kill your own smile but it was an impossibility.

So you crawled up the length of him, clumsy with giddiness until you were settled on his lap with your legs either side of his hips. He let you press your hands over his chest, loving it when you got touchy like this, soft like butter, sweeter than honey for him. Eddie hummed when you skimmed them upupup until they were cradling his jaw, thumbs a soft press on his cheeks.

“No one’s ever got me flowers before,” you confessed and Eddie pouted at you even though inside he was cheering, a one man celebration that only he could hear.

“No?” he replied, “that’s a damn shame, sweetheart. D’you like them?”

A loaded question, the moment of truth, another heavy silence.

And then, relief. You nodded, uncharacteristically shy about it and Eddie beamed, pulling you down to him so he could kiss your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. He caught your smile with his lips and it fizzed on his skin like cotton candy. 

“Yeah,” you whispered into his neck and you kept smiling, even though you did your best to hide it from him. He could feel it anyway, a warm press of happiness on his skin and it made him hold you tighter. “Thank you, Teddy.”

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How they react to you ignoring them to read a book (NSFW but only for Jing Yuan tho)

Gepard

You didn't mean to do it. You were reading the sequel to a fantasy novel that just dropped, and he came over right as the anticipated fight scene was happening. Just terrible timing on his part. “Hold on, I'm at the best part” you mumbled while your eyes were still glossing over the pages. He smiled and sat down next to you. It was getting harder for you to see each other, his workload was increasing, and you barely had downtime for yourselves, let alone each other. 

After a couple of minutes of gazing at you and looking at his watch, he knew you wouldn’t budge until you were done with the book. He was mad or anything, maybe a little disappointed, but he understood how much you loved the series and didn’t want to intrude. Instead, he decided to get out of your hair and to leave so he wouldn't feel like a bother. You shut that book so quick and rushed over to him before he could walk out the door.

Jing Yuan

In all fairness…he was ignoring you first. You came by, and he was working on some papers.

“Aren't you supposed to be retired?” He hummed thoughtfully and smiled at your question while continuing to sign documents. You rolled your eyes and sat down by him while he was working. You pulled out a romance book you grabbed at a kiosk, it looked corny, but the clerk recommended it so no harm no foul. When he finished, he looked over at you and saw you engrossed in your novel. He decided to give you a couple of minutes to finish, but even after that you didn't budge. He ended up closing his eyes and dozing off. When he woke up, there you sat, STILL reading. He sighed and moved over to you. “Love, how long do you intend to read for?” You flipped a page and mumbled “almost done”. Usually he saw no problem in indulging your whims, but not this time. He picked the book from your hands and mumbled “You must have forgotten about me, should I give you a reminder of my presence” He said before kissing you as a form of distraction.

By this point, he had you on all fours over his desk. The book you were reading was placed right in front of you.

He placed both hands on your waist before slowly sliding his cock into you. “You have a lot of nerve to ignore me, of all people, to read a romance novel.” You planted your head onto the pages while trying to not moan out loud out of fear that anyone outside would hear him.

Jing Yuan grabbed onto your hair to force you to keep your eyes on the book. “Since you want to keep reading so badly, then fortunately I'm giving you the chance to finish reading. Unfortunately, you need to read out loud or else I’m not letting you come.”

Sampo

Bro dead ass just spoils the book like genuinely what is wrong with him

You were cuddled up by your fireplace and fully immersed in the mystery novel you picked up. Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by a jingling sound coming from your door.

Before you could get up to investigate, your door slowly opened and your face morphed from fear to annoyance by the 6-foot purple haired thief trying to sneak into your apartment. “Hello love, it’s been a while huh” he smiled while nervously laughing and looking around. He was definitely on the run again. You rolled your eyes at him before opening your book again, “I’m not harboring a fugitive, so find someone else to harass Sampo”.

When you finished your sentence, you looked up to find him gone. He snuck up behind you and peered over your shoulder, “oh come on, I promise you if I’m caught that they won’t think we’re together”

“Out” you said while flipping the page. He sighed and lowered his shoulders while walking towards the window to escape. With one foot out the window he said “oh by the way, that book was pretty good, the twist where the butler and mistress framed the maid was crazy. I never saw it coming. Happy reading” he waved before jumping out. By the time Sampo was on the ground, all he could hear was the angry yelling coming from your open window.

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[sparklewrites1]

They Don't Know About Us (They Do Now)

Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS

ABOUT: no ghostface au! You and Chad have been secretly dating for the past few months. That is until a certain someone catches you two doing a certain something.

WARNINGS: Making out, kissing, flirting, dirty jokes, corny shit.

Word count: 1.5K

A/n: this one was kinda rushed at he end but overall I'm a little proud of it. Writing for KATE BISHOP MCU VERSION NEXT!

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It was another night at Sam, Tara, and Quinn’s apartment. The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.  Quinn was flicking through TV channels, Ethan and Anika were half asleep on the couch, Mindy was setting the table, Sam and Tara were chatting while sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, and you and Chad were in the kitchen. 

You were leaning on the counter a few feet away from the oven, and Chad was checking to see if the pizza in the oven was finished cooking.

“Done yet?” You queried.

“Nah, Give it 5 more minutes.” Chad responded with the shake of his head.

You groaned and threw your head back. 

“I’m so hungry right now!” You whined while dramatically clutching your stomach.

Chad chuckled as he closed the oven.  He took off the oven mitts he was wearing and placed them next to you. After placing the oven mitts down he moved in front of you and placed his hand on the counter beside you, leaning closer to you.

“Maybe when we get to your place you can ‘eat me’.” he whispered in your ear half-jokingly, but with a hint of suggestiveness in his voice. You hastily shushed him with a small laugh.

“Oh my gosh, Chad you can’t just say that!” You whispered back while giggling. His suggestion made you a little flustered because you knew it was somewhat of a promise. But you couldn’t have him saying stuff like that while his sister and your friends were in the other room and could have easily heard him.

You and Chad had been secretly dating for the past few months. You had met him when he moved to NYC and came to Blackmore University. You two were seated together during a class. Chad had made a corny  joke about how the professor had accidentally put on mismatched socks and to his surprise he had heard a small chuckle from beside him. He turned his head and found you trying to suppress your laughter with your hand covering your mouth. Throughout the class Chad kept cracking stupid jokes and algebra puns until the class ended.

After class you had walked up to Chad and made conversation, it turned out you and Chad had a few of the same interests. But what you both really bonded over soap-opera’s. Yes. Soap opera’s. You had both liked to watch them just for laughs and entertainment, but you two had somehow formed a friendship, and you had monthly sleepovers so you could binge watch different soap opera’s together.

After a few months, you had started to feel strange. Every time you saw or talked to Chad, you had felt a yearning for him. You were longing for him. You brushed it off as just a silly little crush, but you were wrong. That feeling had started to get stronger and stronger, it had started to bubble up like a soda that had been shaken. Every moment you had with Chad you couldn’t help but think about how soft his lips would be on yours, or how his arms would feel wrapped around you, or how his hands would feel on your bare skin.

Those feelings continued to grow until one night you took a leap of faith and pressed your lips onto Chad’s as he rambled about a betrayal that had recently happened in the soap you were both watching. You pulled away and after a few seconds of silence you were about to open your lips to blurt out an apology, but before you could you felt Chad’s lips pressed against yours in a heated manner. And the rest was history.

That's what led you to this moment, Chad was right in front of you as you leaned on the counter, he was whispering sweet nothings and dirty jokes into your ear as you giggled and covered your mouth with your hands.

“Chad, is the pizza done ye- What in the hell?” Mindy had walked into the kitchen unbeknownst to you two and she was greeted with an unfamiliar sight.

Chad had swiftly backed away from you and turned towards Mindy.

“Jesus, Mindy! Ever heard of knocking?” Chad exclaimed.

“This is a fucking kitchen!” Mindy argued. “What the fuck is this???” Mindy asked with a half judgmental and half confused expression while gesturing towards you two. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, Mindy you’re not. We were just a little startled by you.” You explained.

“Ok…” She said, not completely sure whether or not to believe you. Despite you and Chad being a secret, you two had to be extra careful around Mindy because if she ever caught you, you best believe that the entire friend group would know about you within the next 5 minutes.

“Anywho… Is the pizza ready?” Mindy inquired.

“Yeah, Probably.” Chad answered.

“Cool.” She said. Mindy walked over to the oven mitts and grabbed them and Chad pulled out his phone, there was an awkward energy lingering in the air. Mindy turned around and moved towards the oven and opened it. She pulled out the pizza pan and placed it on the stovetop.

“Here, lemme help.” You volunteered as you turned toward the utensils drawer and grabbed the pizza cutter. You swerved around and went towards the stovetop and started cutting the pizza into triangular slices. As you were cutting, your finger got a little too close to the blade and you ended up slicing a small cut into the side of your finger.

“Shit.” You mumbled as you grabbed the tip of your finger to examine the small wound.

“Sam! Do you have any band-aids?” You called out to Sam.

“No, we just ran out! Why?” She shouted to you from the living room.

“I cut my finger!” You shouted back.

“Oh, that sucks!” She yelled.

“I have some band-aids in my car.” Chad spoke from behind you.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, C’mon let's go get ‘em.” He gestured for you to follow him.

- 

You were standing next to Chad’s car as he was reaching into the glove compartment of his car.

“Here you go. One band-aid for the wounded lady.” He joked as he outstretched his hand towards you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you reached for the band-aid but Chad had been too quick and raised his hand over his head.

“How ‘bout a quick smooch in exchange?” He proposed with a cheeky grin. You let out a small giggle as you placed your hand on the side of his face, and your other hand on his shoulder. You pulled him closer to you until your lips were on his. He placed his hands on your hips and your lower back and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. A few seconds passed and the “Smooch” was getting hot and heavy, the tips of Chad's fingers were under your shirt, and your thumb was now caressing his jaw.

“Guy’s the pizza is almost gone wh- OH MY GOD!” Mindy was cut off by her own shouts as she witnessed the sight of her close friend and her brother’s passionate makeout session.

You and Chad practically jumped away from each other.

“Mindy!” you exclaimed.

“Oh fuck.” Chad whispered in defeat.

“Mindy we weren’t doing anything we were ju- GET BACK HERE!” You shouted as Mindy Sprinted in the direction of Sam’s apartment.

“I enjoyed the secrecy while it lasted.” Chad spoke, knowing his sister was about to inform the entire group of his and your escapades. 

“I didn’t!” You yelled as you sprinted after Mindy.

“Mindy stop!” 

“NO!”

Mindy was running up the steps and you were a few feet behind her.

“Mindy!”

“I can’t! This is too big of a secret to hide!” Mindy complained as she continued sprinting. She was right, Mindy could keep a small, minor secret, but something like this was too big for her to withhold from the rest of the group.

You caught up to Mindy as she got to the open door of Sam’s apartment  and basically tackled her, you placed your hand over her mouth, but within a millisecond of doing so, you felt a wet, cold sensation against your palm.

You gagged in disgust as you frantically shook your hands and wiped them on Mindy’s shirt. Mindy broke free of your grasp and ran inside the apartment.

During your kerfuffle with Mindy, everyone in the apartment had been alerted and turned towards the doorway with confused expressions.

“Kissing! Lots of kissing!” Mindy shouted as she stood in the living area of the apartment. “They kiss! Kiss!”  She could barely get her words out as she gasped for air and was stumbling over her words.

“I don’t get it. Who’s kissing?” Anika asked.

“CHAD AND [NAME]!” Mindy yelled.

“They were kissing? Chad and [Name]?” Quinn asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“YES!” Mindy shouted.

“Did it look like a first kiss or did it look like they had done it before?” Ethan inquired.

“MAKEOUT! HARD SMOOCHES AND ST- AND STUFF!” Mindy exclaimed with a slightly disturbed expression at the thought of her brother making out with a girl.

“We’re dating!” You blurted out. You had decided since Mindy already knew you might as well tell everyone.

“I saw it coming from a mile away.” Tara stated.

“Me too.” Sam said.

“I’m guessing you told them already?” Chad said as he nonchalantly waltzed into the apartment, already having accepted his fate.

“Yeah.” Everyone said in unison.

“Can I have the band-aid now?” You turned towards Chad.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 5 #scream #mason gooding

[prettypei]

plot: Disney movies…but you guys are the mc and love interest; fluff!

reader: fem! Reader, Black! Fem! In nanami’s part

characters: gojo (x elsa reader), yuji (x rapunzel reader), yuuta (x belle Reader), nanami (x tiana reader)

warnings: just me and my weird ass mind, mention of killings

(a/n): THIS IS HOW THE JJK FANDOM COPES WITH SHIBUYA. Some of these apply to the princess canon storyline, some of these do not 👍

✰GOJO

I kinda see a enemies to lovers with him tbh

like he would be so mad that he can’t make snow

and you would be mad that he has infinity so you can’t attack him

basically you n him met bc he was sent to your ice castle to attack you cuz you were causing arendelle a lot of problems… and the village was really mad at you so they called the higher ups to send gojo over

and gojo was shopping and everything in arendelle ☠️☠️ and he met a lotta children there so he asked them if they were close with you and they replied yeah so he told them what you’d done and the children were like “no!!, (name) would never do that :((“ and that made him guilty for slacking off so off he went!

he’s not too worried about you so he walked up the mountain, he didn’t wanna teleport cuz he just wanted to take the longest time possible (he’s mean that way)

Gojo also meets Olaf on the way and they have the STUPIDIEST CONVOS EVER.

anws he pulls up to see your castle and he’s like “woah who’s sweet crib danggg”

and then he breaks down the ice door with red

and then he screams “where the baddies at?”

you rush out to see a weird ass man holding Olaf in his hands

so you’re pretty sure this man has kidnapped Olaf

you shoot icicles at him, he dodges

and this continues for an hour or so, until you’re tired so you just ask him to leave

but then he’s like “teach me to make ice girl”

and you (try) to teach him, but you just wanted to make him look stupid and you just laugh at him

gojos heart skips a beat when you laugh…IS THIS A CRUSH??!!!!!! 🐺‼️‼️🤐🗣️🗣️

you guys sit down and talk a lil

and he learns that you were treated as a prodigy as a child and he’s like “girl…me too!!!!”

you two really connect…and then Gojo remembers why he’s here ☠️

he explains the whole “everlasting snow” thig and you feel super guilty

so he teleports with you… as he holds you in his hands bridal style 🤫

you both arrive and the snow has cleared due to “Gojo healing a broken heart 🥺🥺🥺” corny!!!! You two get married Happy Ending

✰YUJI

you guys would be sunshine x sunshine ☹️☹️

ITS SO ADORABLE

Anws y’all met when yuji was like bored after a mission and wandering around the forest where the mission happened

then he feels a HUGE amount of cursed energy behind some vines

he then goes through them to find you tower and he’s awestruck cuz the cursed energy is OVERFLOWING.

and basically he tries to run up the tower??? But he can’t he’s so stupid n silly

and you hear this goofy mf trying and you thought it was mother gothel so you let you hair down

and YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES????

HE PUTS IT IN HIS MOUTH. AND HE LICKS IT.

you’re extremely grossed out…but eventually he finds out that “oh wait I have to climb the hair”

so then he goes up and he’s knocked out by a pan 😭

he wakes up to find himself tied in hair and he tries to punch though the hair or cut it but it’s too tight

you interrogate him and he explains that he just felt a lotta cursed energy and he thought it was a monster, he then asks if it was because of your stress or sth

you admit that you were under a lot of pressure due to mother gothel always locking you in

he sees a couple curses spawning from this and he points this out, saying that you could just leave if you wanted to

But you say that it’s your mom and he replies with “family wouldn’t control you like that”

man’s then you do the scene where he promises to take you to see the lights blah blah blah

and he acts the boat scene 🥺 ITS SO CUTE

it was at that moment when he realized he’d fallen for u

✰YUUTA

I think that yuuta is kinda like the beast cuz he’s got Rika right? And he’s actually just a nice lil guy BEHIND the monster

anyways when you stumbled upon his lil castle and oooo Rika was REAL mad

she literally k!lls everyone who gets close to “her prince”

which causes yuuta to isolate him from the world cuz he doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore

but that just caused Rika to get stronger due to his depressive state

anws Rika kidnapped your dad cuz he plucked one of the roses in yuutas garden

and you are here to save him!!!!

you and yuuta communicate through Rika cuz she doesn’t want you “to fall for him”

and she only lets you stay cuz yuuta commanded her not to hurt you and she then tells yuuta about kidnapping your dad

so he asks you to stay to “heal his heart” and he’ll let your dad go

and you agree. For your dear ol pa

you”re exploring the palace and you see a garden with a rose in it and you try to touch it but oh looky here! Rika tries to kill you again for touching it!

you learn from the pots and pans that yuuta’s room is right across yours so you slip letters under his door day and night

and slowly he starts getting better and he passes notes with you as the days go by (Rika doesn’t know ofc. Or she’d be PISSED.)

BUT THEN YOUR DEAR OL PA BRINGS THE WHOLE VILLAGE WITH HIM TO KILL YUUTA 😡😡

and then Rika goes all ape shit and tries to kill everyone from the village

and then yuuta comes out of his room to stop her

and then he kisses you and Rika vanishes :3 yay

happily ever after

✰NANAMI

I like this ship actually

nanami’s abroad to exorcise cursed spirits and he meets YOU. At a restaurant as a waitress

and he doesn’t think of ya much at first but your charming smile and dimples… MAN HES WHIPPED. (I am too) 🤧🤧

and you’re really nice too cuz you are a really good cook and you wanna serve him some of your own recipes in secret (cuz your boss would flip)

and he THINKS ITS SO GOOD!!!!! He actually wants more but he’s a lil shy

anyways you two meet again…but this time nanami’s a frog. He wasn’t careful enough and got turned into one by a cursed technique

and he’s frantic, asking you to kiss him cuz he thought that he could just be kissed by a random person and turn back…and then you turn into a frog :)

he has to get kissed by a princess btw

and you two find mama odie and act out your lil love story as frogs <3 and you stay like that forever

jk, you turn back to human as he kisses you at midnight

and you get to have your own restaurant and he’s so supportive of you!!!!!

But you sometimes overwork yourself a little and he doesn’t want that (even though he sometimes does it too) so you two try to spend more of your time together and it works!

he actually quits the jujutsu world cuz of you. he doesn’t want to get hurt and to see you get sad 😭

#pei writes 🖋️ #jjk #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu x reader #jujustu kaisen #gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #itadori yuuji #jjk yuuji #yuuji x reader #yuuji jjk #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk yuuta #yuuta xreader #jjk headcanons #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami x tiana #kento nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #jujutsu gojo #gojo headcanons #nanami headcanons #yuuta headcanons

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

my only thought about the ghostflower section in the book is: they're TRYING TO HIDE THEIR FEELINGS?????? that's them TRYING??????

MY GOD. WHAT THE HELL.

Miles, like your mom said, you GLOW UP everytime you get close to that girl, "somethings are made just for us", it's so CLEAR that you want to impress that girl and THAT'S HIDING????????

and, yeah, it's easier to see where Gwen tries to hide but. bitch it's a slightly better then miles. and that's not saying much!! the only reason miles MIGHT BELIEVE she doesn't love him back is bc of that scene in the HQ "I tried to do both" bc BITCH IF HE KNEW HOW DESPERATE-

I can't even BEGIN TO COMPREHEND how INSUFFERABLE they'll be when they start to ACTUALLY DATE eachother!!

they will be constantly at eachother. CAN'T and WON'T be separated a SECOND from eachother and they will DIE if that actually happens.

I have the headcanon they'll do every couple thing possible it doesn't matter how dumb or cute it looks, they will do. they'll shout it from the rooftops literally how in love they are. they'll never shut up about how much they love eachother. they will send "I love you" messages at the beginning and ending and middle of every message sent (I have a friend who does that, it's impressive actually). their friends will try to kill them bc it and they kill their friends back bc NO ONE stops gwen and miles from being in love.

it's gonna be SO GROSS and ANNOYING to see. I just can't wait for it to happen.

if that's TRYING TO HIDE, man, I'm actually SCARED to see what would happen if they DIDN'T

my god.

these two are gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Oh Gwen is better than Miles, but to be honest we can only realize how she is just marginally better because we can see her when she isn't looking at Miles (The number of times I had pointed out her face when no one is looking man,) also let's face it Miles is a tad dense; which makes sense because he is at that age and has no experience with girls.

Don't worry Miles, I was far worse than you.

But thank you for this response! It was your comment that actually inspired me to do this set headcanons.

While I do think there would be an adaptation period, once that's broken they are going to be insufferable.

Miles is not going to stop being corny telling her the sweetest things, and she may act bashful at first, but let's face it she is the one who ALWAYS initiates contact, hugging, holding hands- is not that Miles doesn't like it, he loves it, but Gwen is by default the one to come to him because she is just a cuddle bug.

They will be swinging together around New York (and New York the dimension doesn't matter,) throwing webs for the other to catch and rushing to one another; moving so seamlessly it almost looks practiced.

Everyone will get tired of them, and their kids will be asking them to stop being so corny in front of them. They are not going to stop.

#ghostflower #gwiles #atsv #ask #across the spiderverse #I know I have no way to bet that hard on that last bit #but this is my blog and my headcanons so it is what it is #gwen stacy #miles morales #I am sorry but I am convinced they would be Morticia and Gomez's levels of insufferable

[uchihaharlot]

FOR THE LIFE OF ME COULD NOT GET THIS TO LET ME EDIT IT??!!!! wtf tumblr!

Ok what the hell, this is so gosh darn wholesome and sweet. I am such an old soul (like seriously sorry these songs are so damn old). I included potential songs they would dance to below. Though I am more partial to Billie Holiday’s ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ — ‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ by The Ink Spots is really on par for an Uchiha. I know you said party, but this is now the festival of romance. Lol.

N/SFW(?? Super suggestive); pining; down bad simpy boy Shisui who can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.

• Ok so, my king. Shisui, is such a suave guy. Hears this girl laughing out with some friends at the spring Festival of Romance. He’s not entirely new to the scene, but the night has been overwhelming. Lots of grabby girls trying to capture one of Konoha’s most eligible bachelors. He’d really only came for the food and drinks.

• Target acquired, oops. Red spun pearls dial in when he hears this girl laugh before he actually sees her — it didn’t help that she was drop dead gorgeous either. It wasn’t even her looks that caught his attention first, it was the sweet little melodic wisp of her laugh/hum.

• Super down bad from the go. Basically is sharingan fucking her from a distance, respectfully, secretly. The man just likes what he sees, and he wants a before and after image of their first encounter. Sike, he’s just that shameless.

• Has no issue walking right up to her group of friends to address his desires. Shisui would say something extremely corny while still making it sound good, ‘You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms.’

• Doesn’t even wait for the silly oneliner to register before he swoops her up to the dance floor, lol. Poor girl is just like system crash.exe.

• Doesn’t even need to try, this girl is besotted and honestly, a little caught off guard by his advances. Shisui normally thinks rationally, so he’ll apologize for stealing her so abruptly from her friends but, like, ‘If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back.’

• 🫣🫠 She doesn’t even know how to respond to that, he is just so bold. Will turn her cheek shyly which just has Shisui smiling the full width of his mouth. She’s in just as deep as he is.

• But when she looks back up at him, oh man. His lips are a hairsbreadth away, and that’s when she is caught in his vision. Inoperable, he won’t coerce her, consent is king but if she closes her eyes.

• Shisui will feather his lips to hers and reel her a little closer. The music sounds muffled over the sound of her capillaries expanding and rushing blood through her ears. Ah fuck, when did his hand end up at that small of her back. He won’t overtly take advantage of the situation, but part of him really is tempted to.

• Shisui lovingly places his hands in all the right spots, appropriate for public, inappropriate for strangers. Wholly hot and scandalous.

• There are a plethora of people surrounding them, so Shisui will bring her closer than close, basically his mouth to her ear as she guides them across the dance floor. She’s incredibly sweet but quiet when they whisper between one another. They’ll end up spending majority of the night out dancing — probably the last people to leave. With her head on his shoulder, Shisui is blissed out by her presence.

• Shisui is a gentleman, he’ll offer to ‘walk’ her home. Surprise Shunshin before he even considers if she has a sensitive stomach. It will catch her off guard and surprisingly makes her curse, ‘fuck me’ out of exasperation under her breath.

• To which Shisui would quip, ‘don’t mind if I do.’

#shisui headcanons #shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #i miss shisui #shisui is a babe #he’s my blorbo #Spotify