#she was so tired. but she loved him so much. every moment was dedicated to him

[judysxnd]

In the comfort of your arms

summary: Lando plays video games a lot in between races. Y/n doesn’t mind, she even enjoys watching him play.

I’ve read a few fanfictions with the same theme a while back. I hope it’s not too similar 👀

It’s 1:40am here, I wrote this in 30min (it shows). Good night!!!🌙

Still taking Lando requests. Once I have enough I’ll be able to write them and publish them regularly (that’s how I used to do with the requests on Pedro). Thank youuuu 🫶🏼

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Lando loves playing video games a lot. When he’s bored, when he’s alone, when he can’t sleep, when he misses you, he plays. Time flies by without noticing as he enjoys himself with his friends. Even when he is away for F1, he plays. His favorite game to play with Max, Bankai and Matt at the moment is Escape from Tarkov. He could (actually is) spend hours on it.

As he has two weeks before the next race, Lando just came back home, to Monaco, to rest a bit before going back to the MTC and later on race again. The first thing he did when he was back was to call you and ask you to stay at his place for the few days he was here. An offer you could never refuse. Texts and FaceTime aren’t enough, so you try to maximize every moment you can have with him.

So you drove to his place immediately after, making yourself at home at his place, like you usually do when he is here. When he is at Monaco you mostly stay at his place, leaving your own for days, even weeks sometimes. If you look at Lando’s place, you can see that you are here a lot. An extra toothbrush in his bathroom. A side of his dressing dedicated to you, some groceries and drinks of your liking in his fridge, it’s your second home.

But, as much as he wants to spend all of his time with you, Lando needs his daily dose of game. You wanted to finish a tv show that you had started a week ago, he wanted to play, it was the perfect opportunity. You were in the same place, but doing your own thing, just like if you were living together.

A few hours passed by and you finally finished your tv show. It was around midnight, you were getting tired but didn’t want to go to bed without him. You always do that, and now that you can have his company in bed, you didn’t want to miss it, even just for one night. From the living room, you silently made your way to where he was playing. Before entering, you carefully analyzed if he was streaming. Once you saw that he wasn’t, you fully entered the room.

Lando was fully focused on his game, trying to kill a raider that he didn’t hear you walk next to him. It’s only when he got killed and slid back a bit that he saw you and jumped a bit. He cut his mic to talk to you for a sec.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” you said as you tried not to laugh

“It’s okay” he said, turning his chair to look at you. You were wearing one of his shirt, that was a bit oversized for you. You had a few pajamas of yours here, but nothing was as more comfy as his clothes. And he loved it. He loved since you in his clothes. His hands dropped from his chair to your thighs, making you shiver.

“Are you almost done?” You asked, looking at the screen, your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t know, I think I’ll do one or two more runs then I think I’ll be done” his arms made it around your waist now.

“Hm”

“You can go to bed, I’ll join you” you stepped back, looking at him, pouting

“That’s not going to happen” Lando laughed a bit

“Why?”

“I spend most of my nights without you, it’s not to do it again when you’re here”

“Aw” was all Lando was able to answer. He loved this clinginess of yours. He was the same with you, which was quite normal since you were away from each other a lot.

“Can I sit with you for a bit?”

“Sure” he said. You started to walk away, but Lando grabbed your hand. “Where you going?” He asked

“Grab a chair”

“You don’t need one” he said, patting his thigh with his free hand. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s not going to be comfortable for you, how are you going to play?” You joked as he pulled you back to him.

“Don’t worry about that. Come here” Next thing you know, you’re sitting on his lap, your head leaning against his, your left arm resting on his waist.

You planted a kiss on his neck before he was back into the game. You saw him smile.

“Lando are you still there mate?” You heard Max asked him through his headphones.

“Yep, sorry, I’m here” he said calmly. Sometimes he could be very loud while playing, but he could also be very calm. It happens a lot when he plays Tarkov. He talks normally, very slow and calmly. Laughing from time to time. And the noise of the game, so satisfying. It’s such a quality, and same, it’s calmly in a way.

Like a lullaby almost. At least at midnight it is. In Lando’s arms it is. You could hear most of everything through his headphones as you were close to them, and it was at the perfect volume for you. Your eyes following closely what Lando was doing, you felt sleepy. His smell was helping you drift away in the most perfect way. That’s how you fell asleep was he was still playing.

Lando didn’t notice right away that you fell asleep. He was focused in his game. But that’s when he finally stopped that he noticed you weren’t moving at all. He said goodnight to everyone and turned off the computer, before easily getting up and carrying you to his bed. You didn’t even make a sound nor wake up when he moved you. But once he was settled in bed, you made your way to his arms again, instinctively, naturally. You missed him too much.

When you woke the next morning, you were still in the same position from the night. Lando on his side, and you cuddled up in his arms. You don’t know how, but you do remember last night, how comfortable you fell asleep in his arms, and how comfortable you are right now. Home.

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[yveaart]

how to lose a guy in 10 days — csc

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol, reminder that this is my take on the plot and it will not flow the exact same plots in the movie

i do not feel so confident about this bc i wrote this with mind in shambles. literally me comforting myself with svt while i'm dying from my studies rn :') pls tell me if you like it bc i would most def appreciate it <3

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

on the other side of the bar there was a crowded group of 13 people who were mindlessly taking shot over shot as they were crowned as the most obnoxiously loud people for the night.

most of them spitting out tipsy thoughts to one another as they joined forces on pinning and choosing choi seungcheol as the victim for tonight.

“here comes the virgin joseph for tonight, choi seungcheol!” dk hooted while hoshi was giggling to any phrases the latter would make out

“isn’t it mary though?” joshua pondered drunkly on the edge of the couch munching on the nuts hoping it would make him sober as it was too early to go home.

“whatever, we still get the point. so what’s with the anti-women behavior cheol?” jeonghan grinned. his smile too wide to seem oblivious of the answer.

“i think dating is now deemed predictable to me,every woman i dated either wants my money, my body, fame, or a father figure” cheol sighed deeply

“wait you’re a dad?” dino’s brows furrowed in deep confusion as cheol stood there with utter disbelief

“i thought we we’re supposed to have a fun hangout today, and now all of you are just looking like alcoholics with all these bottles in our table” seungcheol complained

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ALCOHOLICS?!” mingyu exclaimed looking at the opposite direction of where cheol was.

“FUCKER I DIDNT CALL YOU ANYTHING” minghao retorted to a confused mingyu facing him causing cheol to place a palm over his forehead.

“how about you start charming women for who you truly are?” vernon continuing the passed topic.

cheol didnt know if he was thankful for vernon re entering a topic, all the “seemingly” sober people joined up on the topic. they soon somehow convinced cheol to meet new people and try making them fall in love with him.

kkuma needed a mom, maybe he did too (but not in a maternal sense

“i doubt scoups can make a girl fall in love with him” dino giggled in the verge of passing out.

“i sure can ! it’s like a walk in the park” seungcheol defended.

“not even within a month” jeonghan added

“not even a week” jun stared blankly.

seungcheol always had placed his pride on a pedestal, it’s the source of his cocky behavior.

“oh please, give me 10 days it would be like she’s under a love spell” cheol snickered blanketing his bruised ego.

“deal, i bet 20 that we’ll have another meeting on the 10th day having cheol drop dead drunk at thus exact spot” jeonghan screamed only standing for the first time for the night.

it was chaos after that, but the group was almost divided equally in the process of them making bets and weighing the odds of cheol’s fate.

seungcheol wished the ground opened its jaws and buried him six feet under

even he was lying to himself with his statement, but one thing about choi seungcheol— he always wins.

“i’m gonna head home now” cheol said, he wish he didn’t.

he somehow wished that they were all too drunk to force him into the grave he dug himself. mercy will be the end of their bond, so as fate has written cheol’s fortune.

“i guess cheol is accepting his pussy title” jeonghan sighed

“i am not a pussy” cheol responded

“then i guess you’ll have to prove that” joshua sighed blankly at him

“let’s start by choosing the lucky girl who’s gonna take cheol’s v card”

“i’m not even a virgin” cheol rebutted with a frown, the liquor making him submit to his true emotions.

“please you barely lost it” dk laughed

“well i barely felt it….” cheol muttered

“let’s do her” dino pointed at the wall as he stood quickly stumbling with his head spinning

“who’s he pointing at? did he shave his eyes as well?” woozi said laughing

“shut up pink panty guy, i’m talking about the girl that has red hair and wearing a black dress” dino said laying on the floor

“ooh, she looks hot like seungcheol’s type” jun teased

if he didn’t spot your bright auburn hair he would’ve sworn to himself that these guys we’re just throwing a hate crime at him, but god, you we’re his type.

“go on mr. choi, show us your charm” mingyu pushing cheol closer to your area in the bar

you were planning on stepping up, but you had to make one thing sure, so you turned around to your friends with burgundy rushing through your cheeks with the thrill throwing you into your pit of endless thoughts.

“makeup, and outfit : perfect” yunjin started with a wide grin

“hair : gorgeous and can easily make a ponytail” karina winked as you glared at her

“teeth clean and ready for sucking” sakura smiled

jesus christ you were asking for a reality check and they just simply can’t avoid adding scandalous statements as if that’s all you do.

you were ready

were?

are?

was?

fuck.

you backed up quickly as you saw a guy charging at your direction ready to barf up on you.

quick arms catches your moving physique, as your back became dependent on the person unbeknownst to you.

two groups filled your senses with squeals, laughing and cheering waking you up from your not so cute dilemma

you turned to the person behind you seeing the man of the night

choi seungcheol.

“you okay, sweetheart?” his voiced hush, you felt warm and you swore that is was just the buzz from the liquor

quickly you went to work

“omg thankyou o-oppa” you’re voice cracked because you simply cannot believe the words that escaped your lips.

there was terror in his eyes, the moment you saw it, it went away. a pretty grin was graced upon your lips because this will be one hell of a ride

he better be sure to keep his seatbelts on because you’re gonna totally rock his world.

day 1 : the tortoise and the hare

spoiler, the hare never wins

guys hate being speedy, if they’re looking for a woman they can take home to his mom it would definitely not be the woman who wants to be dicked down after the first date.

and this wasn’t even a date

he took you to his place after your so called friends left the both of you in the landmine

he only intended you to sober up, and you only wanted him to curse you off his life. but it would be no fun if you just did it in a day, wouldn’t it?

the sound of the collision of class and marble led to both of your eyes to be met.

“thank you, really, or what else i would’ve smelled like vodka and whatever the fuck that person just ate” you sighed in relief genuinely

“no worries, you don’t smell like barf or vodka…. maybe a little of tequila but you’re good” he smiled

fuck. he’s hot and he knows it, a part of you wished that he was some sort of narcissist so you could do this thing in a easier way.

his face sculpted and graced with beauty his eyes filled with wisdom and maturity, his lips full and shaded like cherries.

you we’re definitely down to have a fling with him, but according to you, you were planning to change your ways and test the purpose and ability of men.

“mhm, i’m tired let’s watch a movie?” you smiled with your forced high-pitched voice

you love how he would hide the way his face would wince when you talk or the way his jaw slacked on your statement.

you smiled at the thought of him trying to take you out of his multi-million mansion because you were pushing boundaries he built for you

“yeah.. sure, what do you wanna watch?” he assisted you by the waist as he brought you up the stairs.

you wanted to get out, you wouldn’t think that it would go like this. fuck the boys manual maybe it doesn’t work with hot rich guys

“the notebook, i LOVE that movie” you smiled and you could see how he expected that

as you laid in his sheets, which you felt deeply sorry for actually staining his pearly and silky shits with your outside clothes, but your pride held you high. if you fell from your pride or for him then maybe then you could wash his sheets.

the room was dimly lit, the ambience warm as he intended.

he sat next to you, with distance for respect according to cheol’s brain.

you couldn’t predict him, and maybe he sends mix signals, and that made you feel less guilty because you concluded that he’s a womanizer. he knew all of these antics a little too well.

“it’s getting hot” you sighed fanning your face adjusting your dress to the right extent, you held your hair exposing your neck to him making sure he saw it.

"really? my ac is so low right now" he was surely acting oblivious.

you may be frustrated at him for not taking your hits but you guess it would make a good build up, meanwhile he was there dumbfounded from all the tricks you pulled, he was slowly getting hard but that's another story.

he was thinking if he should drop it, it seemed like you just wanted a one night stand, but speaking of the devil (angel) jeonghan sent him a text showing him how much money he would be getting if he proved them wrong.

somehow in the end all of his friends were convinced that he would stay bitchless. there was a whole chapter within their groupchat making fun of what he said earlier at the bar.

truth be told, he didn't give a fuck about the money, he wanted his dignity and pride back.

"my body is so warm because of all the shots i took though" you reasoned out quickly.

"well my body is really cool right now" he faced you slowly pulling you close but you had other plans

you quickly kissed him as if you were desperate for it.

"mmm- i think we should slow down y/n" he rushed to tell you.

you wanted to grin so bad, victory laid on your side, but you had to put a sad face asking him if he no longer likes you repeatedly as he escorted you out of his house.

you quickly twirled and skipped across the road when you were sure he was inside already. he was there though, watching through his window.

maybe he had to step up.

day 2 : the in-laws

there was not a single text on cheols phone the next morning, soon learning your phone was inside the purse you left at his house.

he wanted to scan your purse thinking of a way to sweep you off your feet today. but a gentleman doesn't mess with a ladies purse.

after the the long chat you had last night, you exchanged your details to each other which now led cheol to your apartment building with flowers and a wide smile.

"hi i got these for you-"

"wait cheollie, say hi to your mom !" you cut him off with a smile

his face quickly shifting, you what?! he was slowly shaking on the inside quickly settling down your purse, flowers on your coffee table.

"h-hi mommm" he grinned as if his mom could see him.

"seungcheol i didn't raise you to hide your partners from me like this, i really like y/n you know, so when's the wedding?" his mom ushered

"a wedding?" you gasped and started screeching as if it was real

"we'll see mom haha.." he replied deranged from the situation made just 2 minutes ago. he quickly hung up before his mom could get any more ideas.

"well that was interesting, i didn't know that you knew my mom" he restrained himself from losing himself.

"well i have to meet your parents anyways right, cheollie?" you smiled at him

"yeah, but we just met yesterday" he deadpanned

"well, you don't think we're gonna work out" you started sobbing in front of him making small obnoxious hiccups

"well that's not what i meant baby" he hushed and spent the afternoon babying you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

day 3 : monday flings

"i seriously cannot fathom how much patience he has to reach day 3" you genuinely lay your opinion

"i was a complete total psycho, but he must be mental" you said to yourself

"that's fucking crazy because if i had to put up with that you would never hear from me again" sakura said bluntly which bruised and praised you at the same time

"i need a break from my alter ego as well, i hope he has no plans on asking me on anything anymore at least"

the day went as if you had never met choi seungcheol at all, which made you relieved for at least having a rest day, sure it was such a short time but god how tiring it was to be somebody else

"i just really realized how to fit in somebody else's shoes" you sighed as you and your friends exited the building together ready to go home and simply pass out.

"then don't fucking wear them" karina said

"but this is the whole point, being a stereotypical woman in a relationship"

you all soon parted in your own ways as you walked through the neighborhood near yours, you realized you just walked passed by seungcheol's house and this made you walk a bit faster and try to fabricate your distinguishable looks. but guess what

"aw baby don't hide from me" he coos slowly pulling you in his embrace.

"i was just looking for you" he smiled as he rushed you into his home

you somehow wished he could just stab you right now.

he led you to his living room filled with rose petals and candles dedicating a whole playlist of his vinyl records for you. you spent the evening sharing his home cooked dinner, which was actually delicious. and he soon brought out his photo albums from when he was a kid.

"do you think our children look just like you?' your sentence made you freak out but you supressed it wanting him to be affected by your vicious visions.

"how about we go back about the marriage thing for now" he faked out a laugh.

"i want this to be our family's house too" you sighed in content while scanning the architectural structure.

"if that's what you want" he smiled and pecked your forehead, which had caught you by a surprise.

"it is" you smiled, you didn't want to admit it but something formed within you when he said that.

"i'll be having a boys night tomorrow so i might not respond quickly to your texts"

"is it strictly 'boys only' ?" you asked forming an idea and swallowing these funny feelings that have bloomed within you.

"well it had always been"

day 4 : poker night

if fate was inevitable, they should you hit you up then.

you were in a cab with your hands filled with cheol's place in mind.

"cheol having a 4 day record is worth celebrating" jeonghan teased

"it's been that long?" mingyu asked actually impressed

"i've been in a lot of relationships since college, stop making it seem like im a loser" he sighed

"probably just in college" minghao retorted

"it's probably going well, maybe next year she could meet his parents" seungkwan noted

"please, she met them the second day we met" cheol answered scoffing at the thought

"now i know why girls are driven away from you" jun cringed at cheol

"she called them herself the day we met, she even said that our children will live here, and she tried to sleep with me the first day we met !" cheol finally shared his experience the past few days

"ooh feisty and a woman with a plan, that's so horanghae coded" hoshi smiled reaching his palms out and curling the ends of her fingers.

"you're going delusional again hamster" minghao smacked the back of hoshi's head causing the latter to relieve it by rubbing his head.

"maybe cheol could get laid now with her bold behavior, someone who can tame mr. pride-over-pants-down-choi-seungcheol over here" joshua said

"she's just a bet-"

the violent reactions that flashed through the faces of his group-mainly cheol when you came in the door in the middle of the game.

the guys quickly recovered teasing cheol for being so attached already calling her over for a boys night.

"hi guys!!" you said excitingly trying on your best cute expression you could muster up while hoshi replied to you with the horanghae pose as you quickly reciprocated it.

"i just thought i could put some of my stuff here so you could always remember me cheollie" your eyes twitching the moment your face was parallel with the wall

cheol was in awe with the first few vases you put out, until there were at lest 13 in his living room only. his house looking like he was out there selling urns

you were going around his place disrupting them, even changing their ambient music into some of britney spear's playlist

and even making very concerning screams around the kitchen just behind the living room.

"cheollie, can you get me some water" you whined when you heard them telling cheol it was his turn

he caught you reaching out unto the cupboards for a glass, he quickly got you what you requested and leaving you there

you were quick to grab onto his arm and grab the cigarette out of his mouth.

"you need to stop smoking" you tell him genuinely, his demeanor sensing your honesty his brows rested as he gave you a smile.

"i need to keep my lungs healthy for our children huh?" he teased you with a knowing smile

day 5 : ghosting

after his game with the boys, you two spent so much time together after.

he was being sulky after receiving his first losing game last night from all your disruptions last night.

but he never mentioned you being a nuisance, and just maybe because it was stored somewhere deep his chest the frustrations he held

but you stayed clingy to him filling him up with your presence even when you already went home flooding his texts until it was dawn

today you decided to stay low, you were lying in wait in this part of the plan

by doing so much the past few days today you decided to give ghosting a shot

"god i just wanna die if i need to go through this just to find a decent human being" you sighed frustrated at yourself

you wish you could stop now, there was 150 bucks on the line

or this is what you thought that hindered from you from stopping, you stared longingly on your laptop

quickly dialing his number you grinned at the sound of his voice

day 6 : a large iced diet coke and a kiss to go

today you planned on watching a knicks game with cheol, it was both your favorite thing to watch.

the stadium filled with cheers as you were shaking with thrill watching the tight game among your favorite team handling each other by the neck

most of the game went well according to cheol

during the break the venue managers continued to do the kiss cam.

you were interested looking at random people sharing affection through this stupid camera. but you didn't know it would face you.

you saw your face light up with surprise as the other guy next to you exposed on the kiss cam

you were looking at him

"i'm-" the guy was cut off when seungcheol grabbed you by the nape sealing your lips with his plush ones, the camera then panning to the both of you instead of you and the other guy.

"you weren't in the kiss cam" you said smiling- wait no don't.

"well i was just now" he said cockily

"i'm not gonna let you kiss him when i'm here" he said and that lit a fire within you

the final part of the game resumed as you both were cheering wildly through the crowds

it was time.

you asked cheol to bring you coke since you were extremely famished according to your words.

cheol quickly glanced at you, the bottom of the stadium, on the scoreboard, and back to your eyes.

he quickly ran getting you the drink that you wanted.

"i cant drink too much sugar though i need the diet one" his face turning into a distressed one jogging back up the long steep flights of stairs as he huffed to the vendor that you wanted the coke one, being only available to watch the game through the small monitor by the ceiling

there was about 3 minutes left, your team still having time to win over

he rushed back to you quickly handing you your coke, but there was another thing-

"i need ice cheollie" you whined at him, he groaned but still went over to do it

only a few moments left before the game ends the vendor still working on you precious drink, seungcheol staring at the monitor.

you felt bad, like actually. but you had to keep this up

you were enjoying the game until you were drowned in your thoughts on how you were ever gonna ask for his forgiveness after all this

you were a bitch and get over your act.

the crowd calling out through your ears realizing your favored team won, you had to force a smile especially a lovely one at cheol to make him think you were being a menace

maybe if you pushed him enough you could end this sooner, you can't admit that he was charming, handsome, and his behavior is no less than how a gentleman should act.

sorry coups.

the game ended, you were exiting the venue with cheol as his arm around your shoulder quickly calling you a cab home.

"thank you for this babe" you smiled passing him the cup, hoping you were rude enough for him to not call you up anymore

"no problem, you gave me your other ticket to watch with you anyway" he smiled pecking you before you left.

he crumpled the cup and threw it away.

day 7 : the revelation

you and cheol spent this day with a quick breakfast by the small cafe nearby, chatting through the busy streets of your city, he asked you to come to his event tomorrow which you accepted. after breakfast there were barely any interactions coming between the two of you.

why stay through this conditions?

well we bring you to the day 1

you were troubled writing your new article on the magazine company you were working for.

your boss expecting so much from you, you simply cannot write anything too political or anything controversial at all, so you stuck on to writing these stupid "how to" to articles which was a huge success for your company.

you were stuck, nothing to write, drafts filled with calling out peace for all countries experiencing genocide and territorial invasions or calling out to politicians who were legitimately caught only on scandalous events but never the seat of any meetings.

you were a writer a "how to girl", you swore you did it all and wrote them, how to talk your way out of a ticket, how to feng shui your apartment and even having those little tests you wrote printed by the magazine.

seungcheol was a lawyer, he stayed in his grandfathers law firm, his grandfather desperate for him to get wed and have a family who will take care of the firm and would take care of him as well.

seungcheol's grandfather knew his luck in love, so he prayed that even when he passes, his grandson will still have someone to be with.

day 8 : pride over love

cheol came over to your place at dusk seeing you with your flattering yellow dress with a backless cut on the back.

he was stunned by your beauty, his hand leading to his chest.

"my god" he whispered to himself as he paced closer to you

"you're gorgeous" he smiled as he kissed your temple

"you don't look to bad yourself" you grinned at him

you decided to stay in your apartment for a while as you settled a few of your stuff before you leave

he glanced over your record player and fidget over your albums then he finally sat down digesting the whole essence of your place, it was hard for him to stay still thinking that you were some dumb bet but he knew you were more than that, he knew you we're attractive but the breeze tonight was only revealing your true selves to each other.

you came in the room with your purse settling it by the coffee table as your favorite song came by, you couldn't help but singing along to it

and other girls dreamed that they'd be cheol's partner

they'd be cheol's partner and

you're so vain

you probably think this song is about you

and then you both exploded in to giggles proceeding to do silly dances before heading out.

you both arrive at an immaculately decorated building, you could already hear all the people chattering inside the building making a light buzz on your ears

"cheol, you should come meet our new stockholder" his coworker ushered him as he looked at you with slight worry

"i'll be fine you should go" you pushed him lightly and he just nodded at you making a phone call sign telling u to call him if anything happens

it was a while when you were just sitting by the bar drinking your nth drink for the night, it wasn't your intention to do so, but that was the only thing that can occupy you. you didn't want to bother cheol on his night so you stayed lowkey.

you weren't drunk but you rethink because you didn't know why seungcheol's grandfather ushering you to talk to him.

"so i heard that you have been seeing my grandson" he started

"oh yeah i am" you politely answered, guilt wrapping you up when you realized that you were only feigning everything.

"i'm glad that he told me about a girl he goes out with, he barely tells me anymore because they don't last long" he giggled

"oh really? i would expect him to be married by now actually" you joked with him

you felt comfortable around him, his friends, his relatives, and even his co workers, they really provided you with a nice environment.

"i'm happy that you stayed with him even after knowing that you just started as a bet-"

"excuse me?" you were violated.

"i mean please excuse me i need to get some fresh air"

there was regret in mr.choi's face but it also held worry, was it true? you were a bet? what did he win for you? for this? what did he mean that you started as a bet?

you were furious, you knew you were also doing him wrong, but you felt bad for all of it.

it wasn't helping that you had to admit to yourself that you did like him. even through the fucked up situations you had this week, it was all messed up, fake.

but even in all that chaos, he was consistent, he was there.

now you're doubting if that was his acting as well

because now you were burning everywhere, because you knew you crossed the fine line along the feigned adoration over real devotion.

you adore choi seungcheol.

but now that meant nothing.

quick and heavy foot steps were heard behind you

"y/n!" cheol managed out with huffed breaths

you faced him with disdain painting your face.

“wow, you’re gonna run away after you defy me?” he laughed sarcastically, his face sullen his eyes filled with fury

“defy you? what about you making me a bet?” it dawned on him realizing that you knew about his faults too.

it was true, you did defy him, not that it was your choice, you had to do it for your job, you wrote about him, one of your how-to blog and magazine experiments.

how to lose a guy in 10 days

this was your last project being a part of this magazine line. you swore you couldn’t keep on using people for an article, you planned on being a journalist after quitting, after making him your last.

because after all, you love him.

your article could also be called “how to stupidly fall in love and find a man in 10 days”

“it was a bet at first, then i fell, but you just played me” he looked at you as if you just stabbed him straight to the chest

“what?” you said confused

“leave. i don’t ever wanna see you anymore” he warned

“didn’t know you could stoop so low, and don’t worry i will”

“how to lose a guy in 10 days huh?” he started “lucky you y/n because you just lost him” he uttered walking away.

the night turned completely upside down, both of your chests swelled with guilt, shame and anger.

your heart dropped, but you just swallowed you pride and left.

day 9 : drive me out of town

quickly packing your things to leave, you won’t do any good here now that everything is tainted by the man you met just a little more than a week ago.

you spent your whole day just wallowing the sadness from your love life leaving your friends, your apartment.

you published that article about choi seungcheol to have income before you left your low life and start as a struggling journalist to do what you always wanted, to write about more important things

conventional, innovative, a cry of the oppressed.

but people seemed to worry if blondes were more fun than brunettes.

you truly regret using him, but you both did the wrong things to the write people, only fate knew that.

you rode your cab ready to leave this damned city to move to another identical one.

the familiar streets slowly blurred into the abyss of the distance as you called your friends and relatives one by one just catching up and telling them little life updates.

you were sad, but you knew that seungcheol is probably feeling a lot more than you were.

the darkness of the sky basked you a sense of comfort, there’s always a new day.

you wished him peace.

it was a fault writing about him and confessing about you felt at the same time, but he deserved the last bit if honesty left to your fake situationship.

a raging motorcycle suddenly honks at your vehicle endlessly. your cab giving way but it seemed like it wasn’t what the motor rider meant

“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP” you told the cab driver when you realized it was cheol’s bike.

was he planning to run you over?

you got out displaying yourself in front of the man you loved.

“y/n, it was all true” he said taking his helmet off he huffed tiredly but not slowing down his pace to get close to you

“what are you saying?”

“i liked you that’s why i agreed with the bet, hoping you would like me back, even though your personality was hard to work with” he laughed to himself

“why are you saying this? why now?”

“maybe i flipped the page too quick not seeing that you loved me as well”

“love”

“what?”

“i still love you” you whispered

“you won your bet a little too well mr.choi seungcheol”

“i love you too, and i don’t care if you pull your annoying your girl antics i still love you”

“that wasn’t me” you laughed

“well there was a part of you who did it, and i love all of you” he smiled showing his gummy grin.

you couldn’t help but feel free, you weren’t stuck in that annoying girl’s body forcing the guy you love to hate you.

“kiss me, cheol” you teared up

he didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing to yours savoring every inch of it. your head shifting in sync as you both connected not wanting to let go.

today’s day 1. the first day of making it real.

day 10 : my heart, it lies within yours.

passed 12 am

i guess you did actually lose your bet now with your friends. at day 10 choi seungcheol was plush against your skin his lips in yours, and your hands in his hair.

“i hate that you have me wrapped around your finger” he groaned onto your lips

“i hate that you actually won your stupid bet” you sighed

“i always win, and this feels so much better than winning” he said lifting you

your bags left on the floor the moment you reached his home, he told you to call it yours as well, from now on.

your silence didn’t last long when the both of you were longing for each other leading you up to this moment.

“hm so cocky huh?” you teased him as you started kissing down on his neck as he laid you on his bed.

you pulled down on his tie realizing he was so busy at work all day.

you kissed him once more and switching the positions that you were previously on as you climbed onto his lap and continued making out

your hands wandering on his hair and his hands on your ass.

your tongue interacting as he let you do whatever you want, his hands started wandering on your body leaving your skin burning for more.

your kiss being more needy as you started to grind on his hard on. he groaned onto your lips leaving you to grind harder.

you started to unbutton his clothes as he followed suit, removing yours as well.

he was pulling on his tie

“no” you stopped him

“keep it on love” you commanded

he could throw you and turn this around, but he didn’t. he enjoyed this a little too much, loving the feeling of being taken care of.

you both were left on your under garments except him having his tie on

he looked so hot having his tie rest on his smooth and hard muscles, his abs and pecs shining from the moonlight.

you continued grinding on him until he held your hips to stop.

“let me have you first please” he sighed as he laid you down on the bed as he knelt on the ground facing your crotch.

he looked at you as if he was asking if he could remove it and you nodded back at him.

his blonde hair a bit messy as you caressed it and tugging while he was removing your underwear

his face getting closer to your heat as he started kissing on your thighs slowly.

his lips then met with your clit as he sucked slowly then proceeding to lap on your entrance already making it soaking than it already was.

his tongue bending slightly when met with the entrance teasing it and slowly stretching it.

his right hand caressing around your waist as the left one kept it on your thigh refraining it from moving.

his fingers slowly worked his mouth as he slowly dipped one into your hole.

his finger was thick, 2 of your fingers were your frequently used ones, but his reached so much deeper, felt so fuller.

he hummed against your clit as vibrations flooded through your veins. he added another finger making you writhe and pull on his hair more.

you pulled him up kissing his plump lips before making him lay down on the bed.

you held his hands as you put it above his head, you weren’t intending to restrain them at all.

his biceps protruding so well when you raised it keeping it there as you licked and sucked on his neck slowly removing his boxers.

you wanted to cum with him tonight.

his eyes went dark seeing his large dick lining up to your entrance, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted to stare at your beautiful body while you felt pleasure because of him.

"no condom?" he asked heavily, he wanted it, he wanted this, but he also wants to make sure that you're doing what you desire, not wanting to make regrets again.

"i don't care, fill me up, make me pregnant" you said in a daze, but even without the lust you had right now, you still would say yes.

"fuck" he groaned hearing your words

his length standing tall, he was already so girthy, his tip leaking red.

he wanted to feel pleasure with you, not just sitting there like some fuck doll.

you lined the tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk down already feeling an enormous stretch.

"god your cock is so big" you moaned as you rested your head by his neck sucking there to distract yourself from the slight pain.

his hands went down to your waist as he pushed you further, taking him all in.

he was sent to paradise with your walls crashing to his length, engulfing it in its warmth

"your pussy was made just for me, love" he groaned as his hands guided your waist to ride him.

you were releasing moans as you rode him, it's as if he was still getting bigger inside you.

you then leaned back to your position staring at him with his tie, he looked so hot with his abs clenching every time you squeeze his dick, and how his sweat made it look like he was glowing.

he was laying back with the most drunk in lust face he got as he bit his lower lip just staring at you bouncing at him.

every curve of him filled you even more hitting the right spots that led you to your high in a few more moments.

you both released at the same time, but cheol was far from over with you

he flipped you around entering you in a missionary position, he was truly strong as he pumped himself in you with a new found energy hitting even deeper than before.

he caressed the bump his dick made deep on your stomach.

he made a guttural moan just by the thought of you being able to carry his children by the very belly he's fucking oblivion to.

you pulled onto his tie causing it to tighten a bit that he moaned. you kissed him sloppily as your saliva mixed and dripped to the side of your chin.

he went down leaving marks on your delicate skin, already having red marks on your neck, he made sure to give your tits some love.

he sucked onto your left one and massaged the one on your right, continuously flicking it. his other hand made its way to massage your clit, which made your back arch and scream his name.

"fuck seungcheol" you moaned

"seungcheol? i thought you called me cheollie" he smiled at you with a shit eating grin

you could barely even give a response, you were simply brain dead from all the pleasure you had.

his pace going faster and faster as massaged your clit to a higher intensity, you both were sent over the edge for the second time tonight.

he slowly removed his length, as your hole felt the emptiness you groaned. your mixed arousal slipping out of your pussy as cheol just stared at it.

he inserted two fingers fucking the cum back into her, you moaned at overstimulation, he continued fucking you with his fingers.

"aren't you doing too much mr. choi?" you glared at seungcheol.

"gonna make sure you keep all of it" he said as she shakes his head giggling.

you pulled him down onto the bed as you sat up stuffing your underwear in his mouth making him moan out loud.

"your turn?" you grinned.

i felt like i could do better :") im sorry if this is bad.

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[valeskafics]

"For The First Time" - Tom Bennett x Reader

a/n: A REQUEST FROM MY BELOVED @hoosbandewan for tom proposing to reader 🩷 @officerbrowneyes @targaryenbarbie @aemondsbabe @lovelykhaleesiii @howyouloveyourdragon @arcielee @connorsui - dedicating this one to you, girlies hehehe. happy valentines day, everyone! inspired by "for the first time" by the script 🩷

Summary: Tonight, somehow, feels like you and Tom are meeting for the first time.

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, light angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,000 words

Rating: MDNI, 18+

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World On Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

The first Valentine’s Day after the end of the war isn’t as joyous an occasion you hoped it would be. Tom and Lois are still butting heads, and without Mr. Bennett to act as a buffer between his two children, you are constantly playing referee in their verbal jousts. You don’t always take Tom’s side, even though he’s your sweetheart and expects you to, which results in a few arguments between the two of you as well.

Things have been hard. Tom’s been working at a factory, and the two of you have barely been making end’s meet. Though the war has ended, your struggles continue. You feel frustrated to the point of tears some days, and you know it’s unfair, but sometimes you direct that frustration toward Tom. You’re exhausted to the point of tears. And you try to greet him with that bright smile you used to back in school, but it’s so fucking hard.

You thought Tom was going to propose to you on Christmas Eve. Then you thought maybe on Christmas day. But neither of those happened. And you can’t help wondering if it’s because of this mess you’ve found yourselves in. He goes to the pub with his workmates, comes home and falls asleep. And you’re no better. The two of you are just trying to do your best.

When the time comes to head home from work to the flat you now share with your boyfriend and his sister, you find yourself dreading it. You know Lois is out with her friends, having said she wanted to give the two of you time alone. Each footstep feels heavier than the last as you walk up the stairs. It seems you’ve beaten Tom home today, so you decide to treat yourself to a hot bath in the meantime, letting the steaming water warm you, washing the stress of the day away.

You think you might have dozed off for a moment, because when you open your eyes, you see Tom standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at you with a soft smile. His gorgeous blue eyes are tired, but they still shine with adoration for you. Your heart skips a beat and you glance at the two bottles of wine he’s holding in either hand. You arch a questioning brow, watching as he sets them on the counter, shedding his clothes.

“Mind if I join you, love?”

You shake your head, scooting forward to allow him to sit behind you, his chest pressed against your back. Tom hands you a bottle of wine and clinks the other against it, making you burst into laughter for the first time in a long time as he begins chugging straight from the bottle, urging you to do the same. His free arm wraps around your waist as he mumbles in your ear.

“That twat, Harry, from me work? He’s been cheating on his wife all this time! Can you believe that?”

“No,” you gasp, “The bald one!”

“The very same!”

Conversation comes easily to the two of you tonight. As easily as it did before the war, back when you would steal kisses in the schoolyard, holding hands on your walk home. The night goes on much like this, the two of you drinking wine from the bottle, then sharing a dance in the living room, stumbling about as you try to keep your balance, unable to stop laughing at the horribly off-key way Tom sings along to each and every song. You see that he brought you roses, put them in a vase on the kitchen counter.

And you wonder why you ever dreaded this holiday.

“I know things have been hard lately,” Tom mumbles as the two of you sway to the beat of the music, “But thank you for not giving up on me. I know I can be a lot-”

You immediately shake your head, resting your hands on his cheeks, “No. You’re not a lot. You’re perfect. I’ve been working a lot lately and so have you, so it’s been hard to make time for each other. We just need to remember to.”

“Remember that even though things are making us crazy, never to give up,” he smiles before pecking your cheek, “And on that note…” Your hand flies to your mouth in shock as Tom goes down on one knee, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as he pulls his mum’s ring from his pocket, holding it up to you, gazing into your eyes intensely, “I love you. I have since the day I met you. And I want to marry you, if you’re willing to do me the honor.” You’re rendered speechless, covering your mouth in surprise as he continues speaking, his free hand moving to hold yours, “Things have been difficult lately for us both. I’ve not been entirely truthful. I haven’t been going to the pub with the lads. I’ve been picking up extra shifts so I can afford to give you the wedding and honeymoon you deserve.”

“Tom,” you whisper, letting him slide the ring onto your finger, “I’d marry you in a paper bag and go on a honeymoon to the local convenience shop. I love you for doing all this, but it wasn’t necessary-”

“It was,” he insists, standing up and cupping your face in his hands, “You’ve stood by me. Through everything. Through the nightmares, through the days where I’ve come home in tears, through the fights, through all of it. And I’m not going to treat my wife like anything less than the queen she is to me. I love you, my darling.”

“Tom,” you smile, tears pouring down your face as he leans in to kiss you, “I love you too. Yes, I’ll marry you. A hundred times yes.”

Though the proposal indicates how long you and Tom have known and loved each other, the butterflies in your stomach make you feel like you’re meeting him for the first time.

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[vampcastellan]

halloween with luke castellan

summary: planning a halloween party with your boyfriend luke castellan at camp half-blood :p 

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader, reader's cabin not specified. 

word count: 2.1k

warning(s) : summerween vibes, lots of fluff, probably too much plot, kissing in the dark, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, borderline smut but not really, and use of y/n 

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note: let me know if you're interested in a part two! it would be covering more of the party itself, moments with luke and also a few other mixed characters.

dedications: my bestfriend @dalgonacafe !

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you and luke have been together for over 2 years now. the entire camp loves you guys together, for multiple reasons. one of these being your incredible ability to throw halloween parties, and you always have the best couples costumes there. 

“okay how about bonnie and clyde?” you roll over on the bed and glance in luke’s direction. he’s currently laying on the hermes cabin floor, keeping his focus on the paper in front of him. 

“too basic, anything else?” he replies. 

this is at least the 30th option you’ve given him, and his responses are all “no” “that's bad” “(blank) did that last year” and so forth. you accept defeat and throw yourself into the pillows, letting out a heavy sigh. luke notices this and stands up, walking over to your spot on his bed. 

“we still have a couple days before we need the costumes, its okay y/n” he kisses the side of your head before laying down next to you. the both of you sat in silence for a few moments before a lightbulb went off in your head. “CHUCKY AND TIFFANY” you shout at him excitedly. this is the first idea that he doesn't immediately shut down. you can visibly see the wheels turning in his head before he replies. “yes, you’re a genius, my love!” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you on top of himself. he places playful kisses all over your face while you laugh and try to push him away. “okay okay, we still need to plan luke!!” you peel yourself off his chest and begin thinking about how the costumes will look. although luke isn't much help with the planning, he does get his half brothers, the stoll twins to sneak in some items you needed. after a week of playing with fabrics, costume paint and fake blood, they are finally ready. all you have to do is make sure they fit now.

*time skip brought to you by: clarisse la rue’s curl routine*

you’re walking around camp with a small backpack, all of luke’s costume aspects are hidden inside. you stumble across the dining pavilion, only for him to not be there. you check the 12 cabins, the medical building, and even the vineyards. luke is nowhere to be seen, and the clock is ticking. 

“annabeth! annabeth chase!” you sprint toward the poseidon cabin doors, catching her right before it closes. “hi y/n! can i help you?” a light blush is spread across her cheeks, knowing you caught her going to visit percy. they’ve been dating for a few weeks, but refuse to tell everyone. it’s still obvious, and almost every camper knows, even chiron. 

“have you seen my boyfriend? i’ve lost him again and we have to finish these costumes for the party tomorrow night” you sigh and rub your forehead, obviously stressed.

“uhhhm, yes actually. i think clarisse was using him as a training dummy for the new kids. they should be up in the fields!” she smiles sheepishly. you thank her for her efforts and walk off, heading toward the training grounds. 

annabeth is right, per usual, as you approach the hill, you can see a horde of children gathered in small circles learning how to wield multiple weapons. luke is in the center of one of them, twisting and turning his sword. 

his brown curls are sticking to his forehead, his face is red and tired looking. seeing as it's already mid day, they’ve probably been working out here all morning. his clothes are damp and stick to his body, making his abs visible through his shirt. even a completely sweaty mess, he still looks incredibly  good and it makes your heart flutter.

he turns around at perfect timing, almost as if he can feel you approaching. he smiles your way before dismissing the kids for a break. you happily walk your way to where he stands.

“hello handsome, how’s training?” you wrap your arms around his waist and beam up at him. he reciprocates the action by looping his hands into the back pockets of your pants.  

“hi y/n'' he smiles before leaning down to kiss you, his lips are warm and welcoming. it’s a small moment that’s cut short by a group of nearby kids giggling in awe. you pull away from him and tuck your head into his chest in embarrassment.

“how much longer are you needed?” you pull away and glance up at him “we have a halloween party to throw tomorrow!” you add on, smirking and wiggling your eyebrows excitedly. 

“can i shower before you steal me away..?” he sighs and smells himself before fake gagging. you laugh at his actions before nodding your head yes.

you begin to walk away down the hill and back into camp, looking back at him and shouting “YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES CASTELLAN! FIND ME IN 30 MINUTES, GOT IT?” before giving a funny thumbs up and storming off.

*time skip brought to you by: walker scobell’s ginger allegations*

“lucas castellan, i swear if you keep moving i’ll give up right now and you're going to have to figure out this costume on your own!” his small movements are making it nearly impossible to check the sizing and fit for everything needed. although there's not enough time to fix any of the sizing anyway, as long as it's not too small everything should be fine!

“pleaseeee y/n, i'm bored, how much longer do i need to stand here??" he pouts, and kicks, and whines like a little child. 

“as long as i say so” you snap the behind of his shirt and then walk back to stand in front of him. smiling innocently at the move you just pulled. luke gives you an upset look but his stare quickly fades back to normal.

“we’re all done now, thank you!” the smile on your face beams happily. luke, thankful to finally be free, picks you up bridal style. 

“did you speak to clarisse about the forest being cleared? i know they’ve been working on it for a few days now.” he questions, carrying you over to a small corner of the cabin where your bed stands. 

“yeah everything is ready, i'm waiting on the twins to find that alcohol dealing cyclops.” you sigh, bringing your hands to cover your face stressfully, as he gently places the two of you on the bed. within seconds you find yourself wrapped up with luke, hands around waists, legs intertwined, and your head tucked into his chest. 

*time skip brought to you by: grovers cgi hoofed feet*

you carry the last of the drink coolers toward the main table, and set them by the others. some of the camp kids have been helping you set up the forest for the party tonight. there's bushes and trees that perfectly block off where camp adults could possibly see what's happening. the beach shoreline is sprinkled with log chairs, a couple snack tables and a lit campfire in the center. nightfall is setting and people will finally be arriving soon

“so clarisse, are you coming with chris?” you turn in her direction and smirk when she meets your eyes. chris rodriguez is a son of hermes, so he’s technically luke’s half brother. he’s also clarisse’s crush, but she won't make a move on him. 

“oh shut up, you know he doesn't even like me y/n” she glances at you and gives a mean looking face. all you can do is laugh before replying back “well that’s not what luke told me last week!” you smile cheerfully and hold up a bag of plastic cups toward her. “you are making a move tonight or else i will tell him myself!” clarisse just sighs before nodding her head, silently agreeing. 

a few campers start to trickle in, wearing a mixture of homemade and store bought costumes. some of the girls have turned their everyday makeup into scary face paint and fake blood. the twins must have worked overtime smuggling in so many wanted items for the party. annabeth walks in alongside percy, and they’re matching together, prince eric and ariel. it's cute and also funny, ariel is a daughter of poseidon in the mortal made movies, but not in a demi-god way. 

“hey i'm gonna run down and fix up the beach tables, can you help me host til i get back?” you smile towards clarisse as she nods her yes. you walk back towards the shoreline, passing the young lovers on your way.

“this, this is amazing!” you bow in awe, annabeth blushing slightly and percy laughs. “i was forced into it, but thank you” he beams happily at you before looking down to beth.

“where’s your boyfriend?” she looks at you, and then around the party, confused. 

“uhhhhm great question, running late i assume? i’m gonna go fix up the rest of the tables but feel free to grab some drinks and hang out!” you shoot a reassuring smile toward the two before walking off. 

suddenly someone wraps their arms around your waist and rips you into the air, spinning you around. you scream loud enough for a couple nearby kids to glance your way concerned. 

“HELLO?? GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!” you screech and try to wiggle out of their grasp. by the hands gripping onto you, it's obvious this isn't a girl. unless it was clarisse…but you know she wouldn't dare touch someone unless she really had to. “PUT ME DOWN!! WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY??” you kick your feet and flail your arms. the boy chuckles and places you back down in front of him, you look up and sigh. “really luke??? you scared the shit out of me!” you push his shoulder and scoff, rolling your eyes and turning to walk away. he laughs to himself and reaches out grabbing your wrist, he spins you back toward his body and into his arms. “i'm sorry, it was funny!” he said in between laughing. “i didn't even know you could scream that high! it was amazing baby!” he tries to make you feel better, but all you can do is stare at him. 

his hair is normally brown and curly, laying messy over his forehead. but now its carefully slicked back, like an 80’s greaser boy. theres orange hair spray covering the top as well, completing the appeal. the scar he once got from a past quest is highlighted by the fake blood around it. one of the camp girls must have helped him do his additional makeup, because it looks amazing. he’s suited into the costume you helped make him as well, wearing a colorful striped shirt and overalls on top. somehow everything fits just right, he looks good and he knows it too. a sly smirk sits on his face when he notices how your eyes are practically jumping out of your head. 

“earth to y/n, you okay down there?” he shakes your shoulders carefully, a small attempt to grab your attention again. 

“what? yeah! yes, i'm great! sorry you just scared me is all.” you nervously spit back at him. “i have to finish moving some stuff around for the tables down by the beach. come find me later?” you smile up at him with such love behind your eyes

“oh yes ma'am, yes of course.” he nods quickly before leaning down to kiss you. one turns to two, then three and maybe even four before his arm drops down to your waist. he’s dangerously pulling you closer to him, grabbing onto any parts of you that he can. you allow it to happen as well, dipping your head lower and giving him access to deepen the kiss. your hands find their way to the back of his neck, playing with parts of his hair. the way he kisses you is out of pure hunger, and his movements easily become sloppy with lust the longer that the two of you are together. 

you gently pull back, the both of you are breathing heavily and lips glossy. 

“okay! okay!” you giggle in between a couple more of luke’s desperate small kisses. he finally pulls back and looks at you fully, eyeing you up and down a few times before replying 

“i like the costume, by the way. if you couldn't tell” he smirks down at you before kissing your cheek and turning to walk away. “i’ll come find you later, pretty girl!” you blush and shake your head yes as you watch luke disappear off into the opposite part of the forest.

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[kazumist]

EPISODE 17 ✿ ENDEARING

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

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it was silly, really. 

it was silly ever since diluc realized his feelings. he suddenly finds everything about you so endearing. he finds it ridiculous how he feels himself get all giddy when you’re not even doing anything. he finds it ridiculously endearing that the simple thought of you is enough to make him feel this way.

with finals approaching, all you and diluc do is technically just review the coverage of your exams. and when you’re lucky enough to finish early, you two would just stay at your spot in the library and kill time. “professor barnes is the literal worst, i swear!” you complained. professor barnes, your teacher for practical research, isn’t really the best. he tends to skip his class (you once thought it was ironic that he was the one cutting class instead of his own students). “let me guess, he didn’t turn up for your class with him again?” diluc asks.

“yeah, and as per usual, we just sat in the classroom like total idiots because we haven’t received any feedback yet about our draft for chapters one and two!” you complained to him again, groaning in annoyance as you felt diluc rub a hand against your back—his personal way of showing comfort.

“if you’d like…” he starts.

“nope! nuh-uh. you are not going to be the one who’s going to review our draft.” you knew immediately what he was going to suggest. and you shut him down as soon as you can. as much as you admire how diluc is so dedicated and hardworking, you don’t really want to be a burden.

“but i don’t have much on my plate right now.”

“liar. kaeya told me that you guys are busy with your capstone project these days.” 

he tilts his head at you, confused. “you’re friends with kaeya?”

“who isn’t friends with kaeya?”

“fair enough.”

“but seriously, diluc. you don’t have to do it. professor barnes will get the consequences of his actions soon enough. thanks for the offer, though; it’s appreciated.” a sigh escapes your lips as you lay your head to rest on the table, using your arms as a pillow. “i’m so tired," you mumble.

“you should rest for now," he says in a softer voice this time.

“don’t you have class after this?” you moved your head to his direction so you could look at him. diluc stares back at you. you had a few strands of hair covering your vision and diluc had to resist himself from brushing them away and tucking them behind your ear. “our prof just left us with an activity since she had an errand to do.” he said a bit late.

“are you done with it?” 

“not yet.”

“huh? why not?” your voice was a bit… muffled? or a bit hard to decipher because of your position. but diluc understood you word for word nonetheless.

“i guess you could say that i’m a bit lazy at the moment.”

“you? lazy? are you really the diluc ragnvindr that everyone loves and adores?”

“oh, shut it.” he playfully rolled his eyes at you with a smile.

not too long after, you dozed off. leaving you and diluc in a comfortable silence. no one was around the floor you guys were in as usual. this time, he finds the courage to brush those strands of hair away from your face.

it’s alright to be selfish every once in a while, right? he thought.

he glances at you and observes your sleeping figure. you looked peaceful as you slept. calm breaths came in and out of you. is it silly of him to think that you look so pretty right now, even though you were just napping? diluc couldn’t formulate the right words to describe you back then. but now he has one.

endearing.

everything that you do or say is just so… endearing to him. diluc didn’t know that one could have such an effect on him. hell, he didn’t even expect to fall in love in the first place. during his years in school, he was only surrounded by people who would fall in love. never did he expect that he would end up being included in its population.

but if he’s going to be honest? he wouldn’t ask for anything more.

time ticked by and diluc sat there by your side during your whole nap. he simply shot a text at one of his classmates, saying that he wasn’t feeling well (he thought of saying that he got diarrhea, but he thought that would be too exaggerated) and that he wouldn’t be able to accompany them on their errand. so maybe skipping is a bit worth it.

after all, he was with you. and that was enough for him.

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[helloaugustmoon]

this is so classic wattpad plot but I literally do not care

Michael Jackson x she/her!reader

·˚ ◌༘͙[Keep The Faith] ! ˊ

Fishing has been one of Michael’s favorite hobbies for some time. Not in the traditional sense - he cannot sit still for long enough to actually go fishing - but rather by his own definition. Whether it be peering at the faces in the crowd at a concert, seeing faces pressed against the windows of cars and buildings he’s in, fishing is a term that Michael dedicates to peacefully viewing pretty creatures that appear just to see him when he’s passing through. In no way is it dehumanizing; he views it as comparing people to other beautiful things in nature, and in a comical sense too, of course. By now, his team is well aware of his traditions when it comes to fishing, only laughing along and agreeing with his comments pertaining to ‘nice fish’, all in jest and never something he’d consider seriously pursuing; he’d feel he had too much power over a fan that it wouldn’t be fair or just, it would be taking advantage, and that’s not something that sits well with him.

That is, until your face catches his eye.

Fan after fan came and went, greeting Michael and taking pictures while he signed their copies of ‘Bad’ and gifted him their most sincere praises. It was certainly lovely, never something he takes for granted, but to an extent, the social scale of the event can become quite tiring. He’s grateful the line is nearing its end, hoping that soon enough, he’ll be able to rest. But when Michael lifts his gaze from the table in front of him and his eyes meet yours, when he sees your smile- he swears to every holy thing he’s ever known, his heart stops. You aren’t screaming or hyperventilating, but you are trembling in a way that stirs the gentleman in him, wishing the circumstances would allow for him to perhaps offer his jacket to you. The smile on your face as you look at Michael is reflected right back at you, and his previous idea of having any power over a fan is single handedly erased by the existence of you. In that moment, had you wished it, he’d have dropped to one knee and ripped his own heart out to offer it to you. One word from you, and he’d do anything for you. All you had to do, was-

“Hi, Michael.”

And he’s yours.

Your voice is the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, and he already knows it’ll inspire more songs than anything ever has before. You are the siren to lull him to sleep, to guide him to the pearly gates of heaven someday, and he is nothing if not a devout worshiper at the altar that is you.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, you’ve already been here so long- but, I just wanted to thank you for the music you make and the message of love that-“

Is now and has only ever been meant for you, he realizes.

Words continue to fall from your lips like a steady stream, a peaceful and thought-out poem that touches every part of Michael’s very soul. And he sits there, smiling up at you as you stand before him, in absolute awe of you. The stars of the night couldn’t hope to hold a candle to the ones in your eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s my pleasure. It brings me joy to know that my music brings you joy, too.” He answers, his own voice softer than he’s ever heard it.

Your smile turns shy, then, and Michael wishes he had the kind of magic to seal this moment in a bottle, or lock it away in a drawer, so that on the lonely nights he foresees in his future he might gaze upon this moment again. You.

“What’s your name?” He asks you, the question feeling more like a desperate plea than a general curiosity, and when you do tell him your name, it’s immediately stitched into the very fabric of his being.

He wants to compliment your name for how pretty it sounds, how well it suits you, how he’ll close his eyes and whisper it to the sky before he falls asleep and wishes for you without being capable of waiting for a shooting star to do so. He wants to, more than anything. But for risk of seeming too forward, Michael only allows his smile to widen, tells you it was wonderful meeting you, that he hopes you’ll have a pleasant rest of your day, and then passes you back your copy of his album - signed with his name and a kiss that he simply couldn’t resist leaving for you.

Michael’s team exchange glances when his eyes linger on you, watching you leave until you are completely out of sight. At which time, he releases a sigh that is impossible to mistake as anything other than a swoon. With his longing being so obvious, a member of Michael’s team steps forward.

“Would you like us to ensure tickets for tomorrow night’s show, Sir?” The security guard offers, and is surprised when Michael only shakes his head, not offering a verbal answer as he turns his attention to the next person in line.

That night, Michael is ringing up an impressive phone bill from his hotel room, rambling to Janet about every shade in your eyes, every intricacy of you, every cadence you spoke in. After an hour, he finally leaves enough time for his sister to actually respond.

“So you made certain she’ll be at the show tomorrow, right?” It almost sounds rhetorical, not to mention sarcastic, coming from Janet - not that either would surprise Michael.

“No, no,” He shakes his head, leaning against the wall as he holds the phone to his ear, careful not to step too far from the cord. “I don’t want to enforce or engineer anything- that’s not love, that’s a script. If I’m meant to see her again, I will.”

Janet sighs at this, knowing Michael’s mind is set and that means he’ll be too stubborn to consider any alternative; his views on love and fairytales are so absolute, he’d rather spend a lifetime waiting for you and loving you anyway, than use the powers at his disposal to set up a meeting that could lead to a love story.

That said, Janet also knows that for you to have captured Michael’s attention so, you must be some girl. Women have thrown themselves at him from the moment he entered the spotlight - for him to not only notice one amongst the rest, but yearn for you so obviously and without any trace of hesitance, you must be something special. For that, Janet can only pray alongside Michael that somehow, some way, you will find your way back to him.

During rehearsals the following day, Michael finds himself envisioning you in front of the stage, using the idea of dancing to impress you, to woo you as his motivation for giving the performance tonight everything he’s got. No matter how bright the overhead lights of the stadium are, he can picture your smile widening when he dances around onstage, pointing at you as a means of dedicating the song to you, and you alone. He intends to do so regardless of the fact you won’t actually be there. Perhaps he’ll point at the stars, lest you see the footage and misunderstand that he’d ever point at another girl again.

The screams of the crowd do little to quiet the thoughts of you that continue to whirl around the mind of a lyrical genius, even when he runs out onstage to greet them. Breaking into the first song of the night, Michael puts his all into his performance as he always does, but can't help feeling that tonight he has a heavenly blessing in the form of your smile lingering in his thoughts, pushing him that little bit harder. It isn’t until the end of the first song that Michael stops moving for long enough to scan the faces he can actually see from where he stands, the distance from the stage to the front row being further than he’d like. Pausing only momentarily for a brief interval of fishing, Michael’s eyes trace over the front row. And then, he does a double take.

His heart must have been playing a trick on his eyes, surely.

He looks back again, feeling an irregularity in his own pulse when he struggles to find you in the sea of faces again, until whoever had been cruel enough to temporarily block the view of you happens to move just enough for Michael to see you again. Front row, clinging to the barricade like your life depends on it. And you’re smiling at him just the same.

His eyes lock with yours, the band behind him exchanging confused glances. By now, Michael should have given the cue for the second song to start, but the perfectionist has been entirely distracted by the very definition of perfect that he’s been waiting his whole life for. It takes several seconds for him to accept the reality that you really are right there, but as soon as he does, the smile on his face is so big he’s concerned it’ll split his face in half. Giving the cue for the second song to start, Michael points right at you.

“You knock me off of my feet now baby, HOO!”

Throughout ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’, Michael’s gaze connects with yours, and he doesn’t shy away from devoting the song to you in every way he can. If it weren’t for the rehearsed role of the woman onstage that he’s barely even noticing, he’d have pulled you up here with him. Instead, Michael settles for pointing at you, winking at you, and holding your gaze while singing lyrics and dancing in ways that leave no room for misinterpretation.

He continues this for the remainder of the setlist, a plan forming in his head over the course of the next few songs. Because now that divine intervention has resulted in you being right here with him again, who is he to stand and do nothing in the face of that? Of you?

With the instrumental for Liberian Girl beginning behind him, Michael sets his plan into action. Against the better judgment of his security, he jumps from the edge of the stage, making a beeline for where you stand in the front row, every face except yours blurring into his peripheral vision, the increasing volume of the screams of the crowd fading into nothing with the way your smile brightens, the closer he gets to you. Realizing how disastrous this could be, Michael’s security lunge forward to lift you over to the barrier, holding back the other fans that try to climb over with you. And then, Michael’s hand is taking yours, holding it so gently, his free hand bringing his mic back to his lips.

“Liberian girl, you came and you changed my world, a love so brand new…” He sings, eyes holding yours with reverie as he guides you by the hand until you’re standing onstage with him.

The very second there’s enough time in between lyrics, Michael lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles, and that shy smile he’s already dreamt of appears on your face again. With the gentlest movement, he pulls you closer to him, inviting you to erase the distance that he’s desperate to be without, and you’re hardly going to hesitate. You let go of his hand to instead wrap both of your arms around his neck, and Michael has never cursed not having a headset more than on the occasion that he can now only hold your waist with one arm because he’s required to use the other to hold up his microphone. Sometimes, the world is too cruel to comprehend, he thinks. Still, a man can't complain about getting to hold you in any capacity.

“More precious than any pearl…” Michael sings, his voice soft in your ear, intimate despite the scale of the concert itself that surrounds you.

Unable to resist the urge a moment longer, he starts to sway with you in time with the music, melting into the most perfect slow dance on a stage with an audience of thousands, but feeling like the only two souls in the universe.

When the song draws to a close with notes that have you ascending to an astral plane, the crowd screams with enthusiasm like never before, and Michael lowers his microphone. Wrapping both arms around your waist at long last, he leans to your ear to ensure that you can hear him.

“I prayed I’d see you again.” He tells you, his voice so sincere.

“You must be on pretty good terms with God, then.” It’s all you can do to prevent yourself from collapsing in his arms at words like the ones he just spoke.

“I think I must be.” Michael chuckles. “Now, I owe him more than ever.” His arms tighten around your waist, and your heart splutters in your chest.

Knowing that this moment is one that needs to be put on hold for now, Michael sighs, moving one hand to hold the back of your head.

“Would you mind waiting for me, backstage?” He wonders, and when you shake your head into the crook of his neck, his entire body relaxes with relief.

“See you after. Break a leg.” You wish Michael luck, surprising him with a kiss on his cheek and then stepping away from him.

His hand trails down your arm, to your wrist, and holds your hand for every microsecond he can until you slip from his grasp, but his smile is unwavering. Michael watches you leave, waiting until you’re safely situated backstage with his best security guard at your side, and then he blows you a kiss that you catch in an instant. With an effortless, expert kick in the air, Michael breaks into his next song. And he cant help looking over at you longingly every so often, just to check the perfect vision of you is still there, still waiting for him. Still smiling at him.

#michael jackson x reader #michael jackson imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #x reader #headcannon #headcannons

[luveline]

If ur still doing them, could u do a baby blurb of steve and y/n having a kid? Like how steve would be with a baby and as a dad? :)

YES I CAN tysm for ur request ♡ fem!reader | 0.8k words

"Oh, well this is just the worst," Steve says. 

You peek your head around the kitchen cabinet to watch him where he's kneeling in the living room, your daughter lying on the ground in front of him. 

She's prone to fits of apparent tiredness. She's not tired – she actually sleeps really well, aided by Steve's dedicated attention. He sings, he strokes her back, he rocks her for hours if he needs to. But there's not really any better way to explain why she loves the ground so much. 

"Daddy," she says, wiggling her foot out of his hand. 

Steve drops her tiny glittery converse onto the floor with a disappointed sigh. "Yeah, angel? What do you want?" 

She looks like Steve when she makes the face she's making, small features crumpled by a neediness you know well. She doesn't bother standing up because she knows her dad will make all the effort, and he does, leaning over her to take her small shoulders in his hands. She returns the embrace and it's adorable how little of his back she can encapsulate, how tightly she hugs him anyways. 

"You smell like your mommy," he tells her. "Don't tell me she's using all her fancy shampoos on you again." 

And she's so young she barely knows what he's saying, but he sounds like he's making a joke, his lightly accusing tone prompting a peel of guilty giggles. 

"Yeah, she has, hasn't she? I can tell." 

"Daddy…" She moves her hands, acting out what she wants. "Tickles." 

"You want tickles?" 

She hums. He pulls his head away from the carpeted floor and his hair drags over her face. She wriggles in his arms but doesn't try to escape. 

"Ooh," he whispers, all sweet and high-pitched. "So soft." 

She huffs quietly and his fingers slide from under her shoulders to her sides. He's a little mean as he starts to tickle her – never cruel but unrelenting, his fingertips dig into her ribs and don't stop until she's practically screaming laughing, her cloying laugh the most infectious sound in the whole world. 

You smother your own laughter with your hand and watch as Steve pulls back. "More tickles?" he asks. 

She laughs. 

"Yeah? You want another round?" 

You look quickly at your wrist watch and can't be bothered to feign any concern. You're definitely going to be late for Robin's dinner party – generous considering Nancy's the one who's cooking and you'll all likely eat it in their cushy living room watching TV – but they'll understand. Or, everyone but Robin will let you off. Robin will cut Steve to the bone with some uncalled for, familiar remark and they'll spend the night pretending they're mad at each other. 

You look back up when you hear the sound of a raspberry. Steve's yanked your daughter's shirt up to blow air against her stomach, laughing so much that every press of his lips is a struggle. She's giggling again, breathless and little legs kicking, one foot still without its shoe. 

You're getting kind of jealous to be left out of a perfect moment, and aren't entirely unselfish when you join them in the living room. 

"You're still missing your shoes, baby," you say, pretending to be cross. 

Steve looks up like a deer-in-the-headlights though it melts away when he realises you're not actually mad. "I'll hold her down," he says seriously. 

Steve moves down for another hug, your two loves catching their breaths as you manoeuvre a pink shoe onto her tiny socked foot and tie the laces. When you're done, you kneel in wait. 

They're too distracted to notice. 

"Aunt Robin says she got the biggest chocolate cake she's ever seen," he tells her softly, his hand against the side of her head, thumb petting her forehead. "And she's gonna cut you the biggest slice because you're the nicest. So big, you're gonna have to share it with me to finish it all." 

"You don't like chocolate cake," you say, perplexed. 

Steve looks sideways at you, smiling gently. "Of course I do." 

"But you always give it to me." 

He raises his eyebrows and lifts up his arm. You slot yourself underneath, hand over your daughter's stomach. As soon as you're close enough she lifts her head to give you a kiss. 

You laugh and find her hand. "You've really liked it this whole time?" you ask him, chest and tummy rolling in the simple pleasure of a love this sweet.

You're still pressing kisses to her face when you feel his lips, a heat on your cheek. "It's my favourite flavour," he says.

You look at him with wide eyes. "That's awful," you tell him. Awful as in lovely, as in too generous, as in I can't believe you love me that much. 

"Maybe," he says flippantly. "Double kiss?"

You both give your smiling girl a wet kiss on each chubby cheek. 

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #x reader

[the1975attheirverybest]

I love you (Do it again)

A/N: as requested by @footprint-in-the-snow earlier in the week.

Warnings: smut, pegging? Probably typos.

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“Matty?” She called his name, softly, her hand running through his hair.

“Hmm?”

She felt his hum in her chest where he’d been laying his head.

“Oh, You’ve been so still and so quiet I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“Nah.” He sighed contentedly, turning his head slightly to look at her, “I’m just….”

“Just what?”

“Just…takin you in. Thinkin bout how much I love you.”

Her heart fluttered. “Love you, too.” She said, blushing, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hardly seen you this week.”

“I knowwww, I know. I’m sorry.” He nuzzled into her neck, squirming as he tried to get comfortable.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m just saying I’ve missed you.”

“Things at the studio have been…mental.”

He and George had been putting the finishing touches on someone else’s record at the same time as writing their own. He’d been coming home late every night and leaving early in the morning. Sometimes, her only clue that he’d even been home at all overnight was the cigarette buds in ashtrays or the random articles of clothing that he’d leave behind.

“Aww, babe. You must be tired.” Her nails scratched at his head.

He nodded, “so tired.”

She glanced over at her phone screen, checking the time. “Well, we could just call it a night and go to sleep a bit early….”

Matty gasped dramatically. “No! Wanna spend time with you!” He lifted his head up and off her body, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“Admit it, your eyes are halfway closed already. You wanna go to sleep.”

“I don’t.” Matty insisted. “I wanna kiss you.” Slowly, he pulled up her shirt, revealing her stomach, and began to press gentle kisses to her skin. The feeling of his soft lips brushing her skin made the hair on her body stand, her eyes fluttered shut, exhaling a big breath.

God, she loved this man more than anything. The thought overwhelmed her. It felt like a pressing urge, running through her blood. A force emanating from her bones.

“Matty…” she said, brushing his hair with her fingers.

“Hmm?” Still dedicated to kissing every inch of her skin.

“I wanna make you feel good.”

***

Her eyes drank him in as he laid there, on his back, in the spot that she’d occupied not too long ago. The way that he smiled up her, his eyes heavy, stopped her in her tracks for a moment too long. The fact that he still had that effect on her, to this day, made her heart flutter. Reluctantly, she coaxed herself out of the sentimental daze that his smile had held her in, coming back to the present moment.

Matty giggled softly at the ticklish feeling of her fingers pulling his boxers down. He tried not to squirm, but the harder he resisted the tingle, the funnier it got. He erupted into a silent laugh, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” she giggled.

“I- I know- still tickles, though.”

She leaned over him, her hands planted on either side of his body, and planted the smallest kiss to the tip of his nose, purposefully brushing her lashes against his face.

“beautiful boy.” She whispered, as if making a secret observation to herself.

His cheeks felt warm, flushing red.

She looked down at the bottle of lube and strap on that she’d fished out of a drawer, biting her lip. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to be self-restrained and patient.

Matty sucked in a breath, gasping lightly at the feeling of lube against his hole.

“Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly.

He took a moment to get used to the sensation of her slick fingers’ massaging motions, then smiled tightly. “All good.”

His gaze focused on the ceiling above them, surrendering himself to the anticipation that grew within him as he listened for the sound of her shifting on her knees, the squirting of the lube onto the artificial cock, the snap of the buckle around her waist, the squelching sound of her coating the toy in the oily substance.

“Ready for me?” Finally.

“Mhm. So ready.” His hand stretched out, and hers moved in response, silently reaching forth meeting him half way and holding his hand.

She pushed into him, slow and gentle, watching his abdomen clench as the tip of the cock disappeared inside him.

He let out a soft whimper, his hand squeezed hers, he felt his body grip the toy tightly.

“That feel good?” She asked, her free hand stroking the side of his leg soothingly.

“Mhm, very.”

She pumped into him slowly, purposefully, intent on letting him enjoy every inch.

“Breathe, Matty, darling, breathe.” she cooed when she noticed his body stiffen. “That’s it, take it slow. No rush, yeah?”

“Christ- b-baby. That’s s-so good.”

Her hips rocked, lazily, the pace comforting to him. Allowing him to feel the weight of her body as she moved, the pleasure that bloomed throughout his body coming directly from the movement of hers. His hand moved to cover his mouth and he felt himself begin to get lost in the pleasure, losing composure. Her gently, but assertively stopped him, the tip of the toy pushing deeper in him as she leaned forward.

“Nu-uh. Let me hear you, Matty, please.”

His face heated up, eyes darting away.

“I love the sounds you make when you’re feeling so good.” She praised.

“Love you- oh! Fuck. Do that again, please.” He begged, feeling her slide deeper.

Intoxicated by the sounds of his pleasure, she obliged, indulgently, thrusting long, slow, deep pumps, filling him to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah…..” he cried. “M-more. Please don’t stop.”

She lowered down onto her forearms, pushing deeper into him, her lips now inches away from his, she kissed him. “You’re perfect, you know that.”

“Fuckin- Christ! Darlin, that- that’s it! Can you- again? Please?”

She chuckled, lightly, his blissful state endearing to her. She planted a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Love you, Matty,” as she rolled her hips, thrusting harder.

“Yeah, yeah, just like that.” He nodded, his hair shaking around his face.

She kissed the crease in his brow. “Can’t believe you’re this beautiful. And all mine.”

She thrusted again. “Love you so much.”

#matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy oneshot #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n

[himeryu]

God's Favorite (Childe x Reader)

NOTES: unhealthy relationship (codependency), mentions of trauma etc., slight yandere themes, cult themes, religious themes, hurt/comfort, angst, idk fluff????

PAIRINGS: Childe x Reader

GENRE: SAGAU Cult AU Imposter AU to Fatui AU

SUMMARY: Brainrot of Childe x God!Reader where Childe is the only one who receives god!reader’s favor

A/N: tbh im supposed to be sleeping but i can’t stop thinking about childe x God!Reader so im making a post. not proofread

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The day you realized you isekai’d into genshin you were happy, nervous, but happy. After all, you get to meet your favorite characters!

And God were you able to meet them.

You first arrived in the land of anemo and the moment you stepped within those walls was the moment hell came greeting to you. Then the next minute the citizens and the knights chased you around Mondstadt.

While on the run, you came across venti who looked angry. His bow was pointed at you and then he accused you of Treason for looking like… yourself?! You started running as he shot his arrows at you, one of them managed to cut your arm.

That was the moment when you noticed you bleed gold.

The same thing happened in Liyue, Fontaine, and even Inazuma. Somehow, after trying to run away from the former geo archon by jumping off of a cliff in Liyue, you managed to survive and were washed off on the shores of Narukami island.

As usual, the same thing happened in Inazuma but worse.

The Electro archon herself chased you around Inazuma. You kept running and running. The more you ran the more scars you got, the more insults you received, and the more betrayal you got from your favorite characters.

Betrayed and mistreated, you were tired, but most importantly, angry.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? All I did was play a stupid game!! filled your thoughts every day, every night.

You swore vengeance in the land of electro, but your resolve weakened the moment you laid your eyes on him.

You have always wondered where Childe was while you were on the run. He was (and is) after all, your favorite character. You spoiled him. You have his c1, Polar star, amazing build with 70/220 crit ratio, and even have a Serenitea teapot island dedicated to him!

So when you first saw him, you felt weak. Out of all of your characters, he’s the strongest one. Will he kill you? Will you die at the hands of your favorite character? filled your thoughts as he stared down at your terrified self.

But, you’d rather die by his hand than others.

Unexpectedly, he went down on his knees and looked at you straight in the eyes— desperate. You were caught off guard by the gesture. Confused and still terrified, you told him to stand up, but instead, he screamed “Your Holiness!”

After that he took you to a nearby fatui camp; he healed your wounds, took care of you, adored you, and stayed by your side. You broke down in front of him for hours; he was the first one to ever treat you like you were human.

He saved you; He was the first one to recognize you.

You didn’t care if what he was doing is the bare minimum; to you, who has gone through so much, it was everything.

From that day onward, Childe became God’s Favorite.

The moment you two arrive in Snezhnaya, Childe is the only one you’d call. From keeping you company during the day to even keeping you company at night, you’d only ask for Childe. Everyone is envious of him— After all, he’s the only one receiving their God’s affection.

Even the Tsarista herself is envious of the harbinger; You only show affection towards Childe. At most, she only received a head pat from you and a praise, and that’s it!

They watch as you’re walking around the garden hand in hand with Childe; you sitting on Childe’s lap, playing with his ginger locks; you spoiling Childe with all of your love and attention. You just can’t keep your eyes and hands off him, and Childe, oh God, is aware of it.

He walks around the palace every day— head up high— fully aware that only he can worship their God in such manner.

To him, recognizing you was easy. He stayed in the Abyss for three months, surrounded by your temples and statues. While running away from abyssal creatures, he found your temple. He hid behind your statue terrified, hoping that the monsters would leave him alone. And to his surprise, they did. The moment he stepped into the temple, the abysal monsters never bothered him.

He was saved, despite having a monster in him, he was saved by you. After weeks of not taking proper rest, he finally did at your temple.

And the moment he became your vessel was the best day of his life. He could finally prove himself to you, that you didn’t save a useless boy from the abyss.

Sure, at first, when he heard of an imposter waltzing around teyvat he was angry, ready to hunt the bastard who dared impersonate you. So he tracked down your location, traveled all the way to Inazuma, searched you, and when he finally found you– ready to kill– he started kneeling.

Just one look at your eyes, he recognized you immediately. He mockingly laughed at the people who didn’t recognize you at first glance– they dare call themselves your most devoted acolyte yet chase you across teyvat for looking like you.

Childe is willing to go crazy for you. Oh you want to kill someone? ask Childe, he’d do it in a heartbeat! you want the prettiest clothing? Childe would give it to you immediately, regardless of the price! Someone offended you? Don’t worry! Childe would make sure you would never see their face ever again.

You showed the slightest bit of affection towards someone other than him?

…

oh you haven’t seen them in a while?

Don’t worry they’re just on a vacation and will never come back!

At this point, he is your most devoted, bat shit crazy acolyte instead of those wretched Archons.

He is and will always be your one and only favorite, and he will make sure he is the only one; even if it means dirtying his hands.

a/n: i just winged it at the end lol

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[yveaart]

how to lose a guy in 10 days !! csc (teaser)

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

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[deathbxnny]

do you mind doing headcanons of welt, jing yuan, blade and fu xuan with our dearest cocogoat ganyu inspired s/o please

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A/N: Thank you so much for this cute request! I hope you'll like it!

Content: Fluff, established relationship, hints of eating disorders if you squint(?), Ganyu-like!Reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan loves how hardworking you are. She appreciates your dedication and attention to your duties, especially as you never slack off of work. You always put all of your effort into every given task.

With that said, she still doesn't like you overworking yourself. She'll make you take breaks every now and then for your health and won't take no for an answer. She wants what's best for you after all, especially when you're always so sleepy and tired all the time.

She'll force you to also eat food, whether you like it or not. Usually she'd eat with you at dinner, always tempting you with dishes she knows you'll like. Your health is her biggest priority next to your safety, so she won't ever let up on you. It's all for your best, after all.

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》Welt Yang

He appreciates how hard working and focused you always are, when it comes to your duties. It makes missions and tasks easier to complete with you at his side. However, he'd usually take on more difficult and longer tasks, so you don't strain yourself too much.

He likes taking breaks with you, even if you protest against them sometimes. He knows that taking a moment to relax is important, especially if he notices how sleepy you get during the day from how hard you work. Whilst he's proud of you for it, he still won't let you over do it for your own sake.

Loves eating dinner with you, especially when he makes you help him out with making it. He learned that you are more willing to eat alot that way, so he made it a little tradition for the two of you to do everyday together. He just wants you to take care of yourself and he's more than willing to help you out with it.

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》Blade

He finds how hard you work everyday a little too much for your own good and makes sure to force you into taking breaks with him all the time. He doesn't care how much you whine about it, he'll keep you in his arms, until you've relaxed and are fully rested again.

He likes your gentle and calm nature alot, especially because of how different you are to him. You keep him calm and sane, even on his worst days, which is why he often finds himself keeping you closer to him one way or another.

He doesn't tolerate anything that could hurt you and that includes yourself too. He'll force you to eat something during dinner, telling you that you need to eat in order to stay strong and focused. He doesn't want any harm to come to you, no matter what he has to do for it.

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》Jing Yuan

He finds you so adorable, that you practically distract him with your presence alone during his work hours. He likes to watch you run around his office, always so hardworking and dedicated to any task he gives you. But he also likes relaxing with you during the breaks he forces you to take. You can even nap on his lap, if you're extra sleepy.

He loves your sweet and gentle nature. You're always so easy to fluster, which makes you quite the target for his sweet and teasing words. Not that you mind, ofcourse. He also enjoys how caring and gentle you are with him, especially on more stressful days.

He keeps your eating schedule in mind, always making sure you get the best meals possible everyday. Any negative comment against your own body will be shut down by him with sweet words. You're just perfect to him and he'll make sure, you know that too.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for the super cute request!<33

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Rooster’s Ballerina 🩰 | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Headcanon

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Rooster dating a professional ballerina would look like:

Majoring in dance at UVA, you met Rooster when he and some of his buddies decided to attend the university’s annual ballet rendition of “The Nutcracker,” their senior year because his friend was dating a dance student. You played the Sugar Plum Fairy & to be honest, Rooster was close to falling asleep until it his eyes landed on you, captivating the future pilot during your solo. Rooster could not keep his eyes off of you, leaning toward is friend to ask, “who’s she?” His friend replied, “oh that’s, Y/n L/n. She’s a junior I believe—and word on the street is the New York City Ballet Company has their eyes on her for when she graduates.” Rooster didn’t have to be a dancer to know that was a big deal, just the way his friend said it was enough to figure out the company was the best of the best. Kinda like how Top Gun was the best of the best for fighter pilots.

Your talent for the art of ballet was evident right from the moment you stepped foot in a ballet studio. So much so that your parents homeschooled you up until high school so you could dedicate all your time and energy into ballet. At one point you got the chance to audition for Juliard, but an injury to your ankle resulted in you having to miss out. Thankfully UVA had sent a scout to your hometown after your instructor emailed a bunch of universities to come see you perform when you were healed, and they offered you a full ride under their program.

After the show ended, Rooster couldn’t get you out of his mind. Even when he left to his apartment and throughout winter break, he often thought of you and the way you glided across the stage. The sparkles of your outfit shined against the light, pulling in everyone’s attention. Smile bright and eyes glowing, you were like a siren luring him in, moving so effortlessly Rooster never wanted you to stop. He could watch you dance forever.

Spring semester came around and Rooster couldn’t believe his luck when you were standing behind him in the Starbucks early one morning. Feeling bold, he whispered to the cashier, “this is to cover the lady behind me,” handing over an extra $10 bill on top of the payment for his order. The cashier gave a knowing look, Bradley moving to the side to wait for his coffee and trying (but failing) to not watch your reaction. A smirk had already made its way onto his face when you strolled up, “i don’t know if I should feel flattered or offended that you payed for my drink, Mr…..” “Bradley Bradshaw.” “Well, Bradley, care to explain why over our cups of coffee?”

Basically Rooster came clean to you saying he was the friend of your classmates boyfriend and saw you perform at the winter recital. “I’m sorry if you find it weird, but when I recognized you in line….I felt drawn to you. I just would love to get to know you better if you’d let me.” Needless to say that unintentional coffee date was the beginning of your love story with Bradley. You two were inseparable after that, falling in love each day and knowing you two were each other’s soulmate.

You attended his graduation and commission ceremonies and Bradley went to every recital/show you were in. Sometimes he’d pick you up from practice and would just watch you with absolute awe, other times he’d ask to lift you just for the hell of it. Always bringing you snacks, Bradley would scold you if you missed a meal because you were in a hurry or had a busy day and forgot. “Babydoll you gotta be fed before you train otherwise you’ll be tired quicker and feeling like crap.” You weren’t on a diet or anything so sometimes he’d bring you fast food or pick up a sandwich/salad at a grocery store just so you has some food in you.

Bradley was so supportive of you, and you were of him. A difficult time in your relationship was having to be long distance for about three years after you graduated. Bradley was finished with flight school, now an active duty naval fighter pilot which had him bouncing between bases whenever an assignment came up. You were recruited to the New York City Ballet Company, a dream of yours since beginning ballet, and was not going to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. That meant you would be living in New York, while Bradley could end up who knows where. Thankfully his first duty station was on the east coast so he got to visit you a lot. And Rooster never missed a show—especially when you were the lead role. He was your biggest fan, giving you a standing ovation when no else would. “You were incredible, babydoll. The best ballerina out there—I’m so proud of you.”

Rooster is the type of guy who would have your picture on his desk/nightstand. The one at work is you during your performance of Swan Lake, which he loves to brag about when coworkers point it out. “Oh that’s my ballerina. She’s amazing—the best in the country.” On his nightstand is a black and white photo of you during practice up on arabesque, smiling at the camera. It’s one of his favorites and also keeps it as his screensaver.

After doing some time with the NYC Ballet Company, you wanted to be closer to Rooster, satisfied you lived your dream of dancing with the best dance company in the country, and had the honor of being the lead in Swan Lake & Gisele, while also being the Sugar Plum Fairy and Snow Queen in The Nutcracker. There were plenty of other dance companies in the country, plus you always dreamed of opening your own dance studio—but that would come once Rooster retires and you two found a place to settle.

So, after you left the NYC Ballet Company you and Rooster got married after 5 years of dating and you followed him wherever he went. When he went to San Diego for Top Gun, you found a studio where the owner allowed you to practice free of charge if you helped teach the students. Of course you agreed and it just reaffirmed your dream of opening your own studio. The kids were so amazing and you loved sharing the art of ballet with them. Many asked for you to tell stories of your time in New York & asked you to dance for them after their lessons concluded. “What’s your favorite ballet, Miss. Y/n?” “Oh that is difficult to answer. I love all of them, but my absolute favorite of all time is Swan Lake.”

After several years of traveling with Rooster, he could tell you were longing to be part of a company again. So when the orders came he was assigned to the Strike Fighter Squadron 87 at NAS Oceana, he looked to the skies and thanked whoever above because it meant you could go back to New York & he would be in Virginia again. You nearly cried when he told you, especially when he encouraged to audition again, “really? You’re sure you wont mind? I know we talked about—.” “Baby, you’ve spent your whole life wanting to dance for them—you left once to support me, now i’m going to support you. We survived doing three years of it, we can do it again and I will be at every show cheering you on.”

Rooster kept his promise. You couldn’t believe the company accepted you back again, especially after so many years had passed and you weren’t 22-24 anymore. You were now pushing early thirties—but still danced like you did in college. A lot of the younger girls and guys looked up to you, asking for advice or a second opinion on where improvement was needed. Every Friday night Rooster was leaving Virginia for New York & would stay the entire weekend. You two would always explore, go on dates, and Rooster would even sit in on your afternoon practice—-which the younger girls would get flustered much to your amusement. “Your husband is very handsome, Y/n.” “I love how he’s so supportive of you. I wish my boyfriend was like that.” “Honey, if your man isn’t supportive of you and your career, then you deserve better.”

When Rooster was selected for the 2019 Top Gun special detachment, it had only been two years since you returned to NYC. Rooster encouraged you to stay, not wanting you to leave again after you’d been selected as the Sugar Plum Fairy once again for the upcoming performance of ‘The Nutcracker’. “It’s three weeks, Y/n. Before you know it I’ll be back. They wouldn’t have called me if they didn’t think I could get the job done.” “If they’re not telling you the details right now then it’s gotta be serious, Bradley. What if—what if I never you see you again. You’re my husband dammit—I’m not gonna sit here, on the other end of the country, worried out of my mind.”

In the end he won the argument, but on the condition he kept you updated with the details of the mission. FaceTimes were every night, with Rooster telling you on day one of training that Maverick was the instructor. You’d never met the man, meeting Bradley after their falling out, but had knowledge of all their history. When he told you Phoenix was there you had a sense of relief. Natasha was someone you could trust and would tell you if Rooster was hiding something. Worry filled you at the mention of Hangman being a candidate, well aware the pilot was a ‘every man for himself.’ You never formally met him, but the stories were enough for you to not trust him to have your husbands back.

Speaking of worry, you were worried to the point of throwing up when Rooster told you he was selected for the mission after confessing it was so high-risk, the higher up’s saw it as a suicide mission. Tears were shed over the phone, Rooster promising to come back to you. “I promise, baby, im gonna come home to you. I have to so I can watch you dance—I promised you all those years ago i would never miss a show.”

When he did return home, you nearly slapped him after he told you what he did. Disobeying orders to save Maverick and getting shot down. You were furious with him. “Were you out of your mind?! You could’ve fucking died, Bradley!!! What the hell were you thinking?!” “Mav told me not to think……”

A month later it was Christmas in New York. The night of the show you were backstage in your robe with hair and makeup done when the stage assistant said, “Mrs. Bradshaw, there’s some people here for you.” Following them out, your jaw dropped at the sight of the group standing in the backstage lounge. Rooster, Maverick and a group of gentleman—including Hangman—were dressed in their Dress Blues, each holding a red rose, and Phoenix wearing a gorgeous red gown. “Oh my gosh, what is this?!” You went to Rooster’s embrace, the man kissing your cheek to not mess up your lipstick. Taking the rose, you then greeted Nat—who also had a rose.

After the mission was a success, Rooster let it skip he was married when he said, “although I survived, I feel my wife is gonna kill me when I tell her what I did.” Immediately everyone—including Mav—was like, “Hold up, you got a wife?!” That then had an hour long monologue from Rooster basically telling y’all’s love story….and making it well known you were one of the best ballerinas in the country. “Damn, Bradshaw,” some said when he showed the program of the show you headlines. “Can I have some of that game you have?” The second he mentioned you had a performance coming up the squad was like, “looks like we’re going on a road-trip to see a ballet show.”

Introducing you to the squad, Bob, Fanboy, Hangman, Coyote, and Payback each shook your hand and presented the rose. You pretty much had a bouquet at that point with all of them together. “So nice to meet the lady who captured Bradshaw’s heart,” Hangman smiled, surprising you with how genuine he was. When you looked at Bradley, his nod signified he was cool with the pilot, so you welcomed Hangman with an open mind. Mav was really excited to meet you, shaking your hand while saying, “it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, Y/n—.” You surprised the captain by pulling him into a hug, “thank you. Thank you for saving him.”

After some small talk and wishing you luck, you were called to dress and the audience was to take their seats. Rooster gave you a soft kiss, whispering, “you’re going to do amazing, baby. Good luck and dance your heart out.” Thanking him, you kissed him again and waved goodbye as the stage assistant ushered them to their seats.

Rooster wasn’t kidding when he told the squad you were one of best ballerinas in the country. You lived up to the reputation he had given you. Dancing to the music, the light bouncing off the sparkles of your outfit, they were captivated by you, just like Rooster was the first time he saw you dance. “Wow,” they all murmured during your solo. Hangman leaned into Coyote to whisper, “well there’s one thing for sure, if they have babies, they’re gonna be talented in whatever they do.”

It was deja vu for Rooster, coming full circle because once again he watched you as the Sugar Plum Fairy—only this time you were his wife and soulmate, not just the girl he admired and only knew by name. You were his ballerina.

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[light-inhaler29]

✬ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ✬ . {Neymar Jr. Imagine}

Synopsis: you’re falling out of love with Neymar, but he isn’t willing to let you go.{female reader}

CW: possessive behavior, cheating, toxic behavior/relationship

A/N: everything that I write is fiction and isn’t made to reflect on reality. It is merely my own ideas ✬ Please do not endorse unhealthy behaviors/relationships irl.

Honestly, you were so damn tired.

You knew that being famous, and an athlete coupled with that, would leave an individual with minimal time for much else besides interviews and training until a match rolled around.

However, you were hoping that Neymar would have a little bit more time to spend with you.

It was like you never saw him for more than a minute at a time, with him leaving the house earlier than you could ever comprehend and then hearing the door to your house creak open just as you were about to fall asleep.

A rising suspicion had kept you awake at night ever since you had caught a whiff of a foreign silky, floral scent lingering where your boyfriend laid.

When he came home inebriated one night with hickeys lining his chin and neck, your heart had sunk and ice rushed through your veins.

That was the night you had become grateful for his large absence in your life.

You knew that you had to find someone who was better for you, even if your heart ached at the thought of departing from Neymar.

So, you had spent every waking moment of every day from then on dedicated to accumulating enough money to rent an apartment of your own.

You had also felt petty and irreversibly irritated one day, and decided to go to the local bar to see if you could find yourself some company.

From there, you had hit it off with a well-mannered, easygoing guy and felt as though there was some hope for your tattered love life. It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong by talking with someone else, and you justified it with the fact that what might happen was offset by Neymar’s own unfaithful actions.

After another night at the bar, and then another, coupled by some more, you were now anticipating the end of your shifts to meet up with your new ‘friend’.

You’d already informed him of your currently relationship, and, although the both of you kept your distance, the line was blurred on multiple occasions when the both of you enjoyed one too many drinks. It was never anything more than a drunken kiss and flirty exchanges though, thanks to your relationship with Neymar. It was suffocating you with every passing day.

The one day that you had to come home early without meeting up with your acquaintance, you were surprised by the lights already streaming through the windows of your shared house.

Quietly, you unlocked and slipped through the door, tired from your work day and more than a little on edge with the tension that came with knowing that your boyfriend was a cheating douche.

However, even with your attempt at sneaking back to your room unnoticed, a voice sounded behind you as you prepared to ascend the stairs.

”Ah, y/n! How was your day, my love?” Neymar asked, not failing to notice your flinch as he strides towards you. His smile quickly fell from his face into a frown. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, mustering up a forced, wavering smile. “Just had a long day at work, is all.”

You knew he was confused as to why you were working even though his bank account was sky high, but he didn’t have time to question it because you were already hurrying up the stairs in an effort to avoid him.

{Neymar’s POV}

I was confused as to why y/n was so adamant with her aversion with me. I wasn’t aware of it before, but after days going by, the scent of another was subtly wafting off of her and our shared mattress, and I knew that something else was going on.

A hideous, scorching feeling had seized my heart when I had first seen her with slightly swollen lips and a languid smile on her face as she had fallen asleep beside me. She hadn’t even noticed I was there.

After that, I’d stopped going outside and cut off all communication with the faceless girls at the club in order to see y/n more and reinforce our relationship and make sure that she’d never leave me.

Did she already catch on?

Frustration laced my thoughts and actions, and I didn’t spare another thought to anything else but y/n as I hurled myself up the stairs after her in an attempt to reconcile and have a chat.

I burst open the door to the bedroom and felt my eyes widen in disbelief when I’m greeted by the sight of y/n scrambling to hide her phone at the sound of my entry.

“And what do you think you’re doing with that phone?” I asked, my voice tight and thinly veiled with fury. “The phone that I gave to you?”

A brief look of panic flashed in her eyes before she chuckled awkwardly and replied, “Just texting a friend.”

“Who’s your friend?” I closed the gap in a few large strides and stared into her eyes with an indescribable fervor in my own. “Don’t tell me you’re wandering off while we’re not together.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong!” Y/n snapped, then diverting her gaze downwards. “Um, sorry.”

I was mildly surprised, amused, and terribly enraged. Now that her responses have clarified what I think’s going on, I have to make sure it never gets further than this. She can never leave me.

{Y/n’s POV}

Your eyes widen in shock as your lover suddenly embraces you. With his warmth enveloping you, and paired with your tiring day and thirst for affection and attention had you melting into his grasp.

When Neymar felt you reciprocating his touch, his gold tightened and his head lowered to your ear to huskily whisper, “Don’t worry, I forgive you. But from now on, I expect you to be home before I am.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cut you off, saying, “I don’t even know why you’re working, I have enough for the both of us in all of our lifetimes.”

“You know I’d never leave you, so you can never leave me.”

#neymar x reader #neymar imagine #neymar imagines #neymar one shot #neymar fanfic #football x reader #football imagine #football imagines #football fanfic #football one shot #not beta read

[milawritesstuff]

Can you do a pedri imagine of them celebrating the supercopa/ el Clasico win? Make it like super fluffy & cute like he dedicates his goal to her. And then like celebrating in their hotel room *wink wink*

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Warnings : smut ⚠️

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The final whistle blew, the game was over. Barça had won the Supercopa against Real Madrid. You cheered in the stands and hugged Fernando, Pedri’s brother.

Pedri’s mom hugged you as well and she began to cry. -Mi niño.- she said. You got super emotional hearing how her voice broke as she said those words. This had been a beautiful match for Pedri and he had scored.

Minutes later you were all walking down onto the field to celebrate with the team. Fernando nudged you and you turned to where he was pointing, there you saw as Pedri ran towards your group. He hugged his mom first, she began to cry. Fernando then went in for a hug and Pedri looked over to have his dad join in on the hug. You stood aside looking at them with a big smile. You knew how much Pedri loved his family and you could wait your turn. You loved seeing the bond he had with them. Eventually after they all let go of Pedri he turned over and smiled at you.

-You don’t think I was going to forget you, right?- you smiled and hugged him.

-I’m so proud of you.- you gave him a quick kiss.

-That goal was for you. I love you.-

-I love you, mi mago.-

You felt butterflies in your stomach. He lifted you up and began to twirl you around. You laughed as the cameras caught the moment. Pedri was so happy and you were tremendously proud of him.

You spent the next few hours celebrating, taking pictures, and waiting for Pedri to finish his interviews. Finally it was time to go back to the hotel. You rode the bus back with Pedri. He was so tired he feel asleep with his head resting on your left shoulder.

-We’re here.- you said nudging him to try and wake him up. He opened his beautiful brown eyes and smiled at you. -I needed that little nap to recharge.- you rolled your eyes. -It’s not time to recharge, it’s time to go to sleep, Pedrito.- he smirked at you.

The two of you stood at the hotel lobby. You gave him a hug and a kiss. -I’m so proud of you.- he smiled as you leaned forward and began to kiss him. -Buena noches.- you said.

He grabbed you by your waist. -Where do you think you’re going?-

-Pedri, to my room. To sleep.-

-No, you’re coming to my room.- he said as he began to carry you towards the wing his room was in.

-Pedri put me down, Xavi will kill us.-

-He doesn’t care. We already won. It’s time to celebrate.-

-Well at least let me go get some clothes so I can change out of this.- you motioned towards the white jeans and Barça jersey. Pedri didn’t put you down. -There’s no need for that, you don’t need clothes for our celebration.-

You rolled your eyes and giggled as he continued to carry you to his room. Once inside he laid you down on his bed. He began to take his clothes off and you did the same. You went under the covers.

He got on the bed and cuddled you. You looked up at his beautiful eyes. -You did amazing today. You deserve this and so much more.- you bit your bottom lip. He smiled. -Every time I score I look for you on the stands, I never want a match where you aren’t there. I wouldn’t be able to function.-

You pushed yourself towards him and kissed him. A sweet and delicate kiss while his hands were one on your head and the other around your waist.

-But now I thing it’s time you give me my gift to celebrate La Supercopa.- he said with a smirk.

-And what does my campeon want?- you say as you begin to move lower on his body under the bedsheets. You pull his boxers down and lick your lips as you see Pedri is ready. You place your hand around him and begins to tug. You can hear Pedri release a low moan and his hand searching for your head above the sheets.

-You can start there.- he says and you both laugh. You lick his tip little by little. You can hear him moaning. He pulls the bedsheets off of you and you look up to find him sitting up on his elbows as he looks at you. You continue to suck and eventually take all of him in. He stares at you. You go in further and can feel his tip hitting your throat and Pedri falls back onto the bed. He throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows.

You love seeing Pedri so out of control. Knowing he’s yours and you are the only one who can make him feel all of this.

He moans out your name. -Come here.- he says. You give him one last lick and move yourself up on the bed. When you get next to him he pulls you over him, and you sit on his lap facing him.

-How was that?- you ask. You look down at his lips and lean in for a kiss. As you are kissing him Pedri unclasps your bra and slowly takes it off of you. He bites his lip.

-You know you’re the best.- he whispers.

-Well who else have you been trying out?- you ask as you pout your lips. He laughs.

-Nobody else.- he begins to nibble on your neck and makes his way to your breasts. He takes one of them into his mouth and begins to suck. You moan as you feel his soft lips around your nipple.

-You know you’re the only one.- he whispers as he takes your other breast into his mouth.

He begins to tuck at your underwear and you stand up to take it off. You sit back on his lap and he places his hands around your ass. He lifts you up a bit and then pushes you down as he fills you up. You let out a moan as you feel all of him inside of you and Pedri lets out a small smile hearing you.

You place your arms around his neck and begin to move yourself above him. His arms on your ass as he helps push you against him. Your lips look for his and you take him in a slow and gentle kiss. Before the kiss ends you feel him buck his hips up and you moan into his mouth.

-God, I love this Y/N but I need to release all of this excitement.- he says. You smile.

-What did you have in mind?-

He asks you to get off of him and get on all fours on the bed. You lean your chest towards the bed leaving your ass up right at the height he needs it. His hands around your waist and before you know it you can feel him enter you. He lets out a loud moan.

You moan out his name and close your eyes as you feel Pedri thrust into you. You grab onto the bedsheets as you feel his hands around your waist. You can feel yourself clinching around him and hear him yelling out profanities. You can feel him going faster and you don’t know if you can hold it much longer. You press your face against the bed to hide your moans.

The sound of Pedri’s moans, the sound of his body hitting yours as he thrusts in and out. It all sends you into a trance.

It feels so good that you begin to move along with him and he begins to hit you deeper and deeper. -Pedri.- you moan.

You feel him getting sloppier and you know he’s about to hit your high. You feel as your legs begin to shake and the pressure builds up in your stomach only to let go and it goes all throughout your body. You moan out his name as he does the same.

-Joder.- he yells out as he rests his chest on your back. He takes himself out of you and you plop face down on the bed. He lays next to you and begins to move his hand around your back.

-Thank you.- he says. You turn to look at him and smile. -Anything for my campeon.- he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead.

-Te quiero.-

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[po-cky-o-o]

Lumi harem reacts to aerials silks dancer Lumine✨

Xiaolumi

-Instant panics

-he rushed towards her the moment he saw her drop from the silks

-of course, the drop was perfectly planned and she makes sure to tell him so

-no matter how much he appreciates the dance, he still has to use every ounce of self control he has to stop himself from catching her 

-not that lumi is complaining about being wrapped in his arms

-she makes sure to thank him for his concern with a sweet peck in his cheek that efficiently shuts him down

Zhonglumi

-he has seen her jumping off buildings as if it were nothing, so seeing her hanging off the ceiling by silks, wasn’t all that surprising

-hypnotized by her

-there is something about the way she moves so gracefully up in the air that enchants him

-he just can’t take his eyes off of her

-he had once believed his heart to be as unmoving as the stones he controlled

-but it seems even the earth can’t help but be drawn to the stars up in the sky

Dilumi

-lumine is a competent woman who knows exactly what she is doing

-is what he keeps repeating to himself as he watches her get dangerously close to the ground

-his legs are almost trembling with the effort it takes him to stand still

-albeit, he can’t deny the way his heart flutters as he watches her her figure move around gracefully 

-he makes sure to tell adelinde later to set up all the equipments necessary for Lumi to practice in the manor

-he is rewarded with many private performances 

-he can’t help the smug smile on his face whenever he sees her other suitors seething with envy, knowing he is the only one that gets to keep her to himself 

Venlumi

-one of the first things that drew him to her was the way she moved so freely in the air, as if she truly belonged up in the clouds

-it broke his heart to watch the longing in her eyes whenever she stared at stars, like a bird whose wings had been clipped off

-so seeing the peaceful expression on her face as she moved through the silks flooded him with joy

-pulling out his lyre, the bard serenated his muse, praying that someday she would be free to explore the skies again

-he just hoped his dove would let him accompany her

Albelumi

-his hands are itching with the urge to capture the fallen star presented in front of him

-he had always thought himself to be a man of reason, never swayed by the emotions others seemed so affected by, but now he could see how artists could dedicate their entire lives into trying to make the perfect rendition of their muse

-watching Lumine was like watching art take real form right in front of his eyes

-he once told her how their meeting was nothing short of a miracle to him and every day he believed that more and more

Scaralumi

-if you asked anyone what they thought of Lumine, they would most likely say “lovely”, “kind” or even “happy” , but if you asked Scaramouche he would say “lonely”.

-they had been traveling together for a while, enough for her to no longer bother hiding the longing that hits her whenever the sun sets and her brother isn’t there to watch the stars rise with her

-he would never admit it, but the moment he found out that an aerial dancing studio was opening in the city he declared they would be taking a break there

-only because be was tired of traveling of course, not because of the way he saw her eyes sparkle at the news

-something about the way she moved reminded him of who he once was

-so happy and carefree he just couldn’t stop watching her

-and once she finally raised her head to look at him, he knew she would be his undoing

#xiaolumi #xiao #lumine #zhonglumi #zhongli #dilumi #diluc #venlumi #venti #albelumi #albedo #genshin impact #lumi harem #lumiscara #mine #scaralumi #scaramouche

[elryuse]

Would you mind writing a Yandere CL oneshot?

DANGEROUS GAME

YANDERE CL X MALE READER

In the glitzy world of K-pop, CL was a rising star, adored by fans for her angelic voice and captivating performances. Yet, behind her radiant smile lay a dark obsession that consumed her every waking moment.

Her fixation? A young trainee named Y/n, whose raw talent and innocent charm had caught her eye from the moment he stepped into the company.

"Annyeonghaseyo... I'm Park Y/n...please train me well CL sunbae".

"Oh wow... You look young.. How old are you"?

"Uhmm this year I'll be 19 years old".

"Wow that is really impressive Y/n".

"Thanks a lot Sunbae.. I promise I will train hard and debut with success".

"Well you should start training now".

"Of course sunbaee".

At first, CL was merely assigned to mentor him, guiding him through his rigorous training regimen with patience and encouragement.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, CL found herself drawn to Y/n in ways she couldn't comprehend. His shy smile, his earnest dedication to his craft, ignited a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.

"Y/n, I think you're training too hard.. You look really tired.. Why don't you rest for a while hmm? Let's eat something nice".

"I don't really think, I should do that Sunbae.. I mean.. Jisoo Sunbae and Jennie sunbae gonna kill me if I do that".

"Bsh... They won't know. Cmon.. I'll treat you to some nice Korean Barbeque".

"W-well.. If it's a Korean Barbeque.... Fine.. I'll go".

"See that wasn't that hard right"?

Obsession slowly morphed into infatuation, and infatuation into love. CL's every thought revolved around Jae, her desire to possess him consuming her every waking moment. She couldn't bear the thought of him belonging to anyone else but her.

"Y/n, Do you want to eat with me.. I'm free at 9 tonight".

"I can't Sunbae.. Jennie Noona and Lisa Noona is asking me out to have some tteokbokki".

"Wait what!? Jennie? Lisa? Why are you going out with them"?

"Well they said, They were sorry for treating me pretty harshly.. So yeah.. Free Tteokbokki I guess.. Hehe".

"But what about me? I want to eat with you too".

"Aww sunbae we can do it tomorrow right".

"Still.. I hate it".

"Calm down Sunbae.. You're not my GF... I'll text you later okay.. ".

"Wait.. Y/n".

Determined to make Y/n hers, CL resorted to drastic measures. She sabotaged his interactions with other trainees, spreading rumors and planting seeds of doubt to isolate him from the outside world. She showered him with gifts and attention, manipulating his emotions until he became utterly dependent on her.

"What Are you doing here Sunbae... You're bothering my Training session".

"We need to go.. We've been missing out on all the fun lately.. ".

"Sunbae.. I need to focus.. I'm about to debut.. Stop acting like my GF... Cause we're not dating".

"..... ".

"Look... We can do it later Sunbae.. Just not right now".

"Why? Why can't we do it.. Yet you always did it with the others.. Jennie... Lisa.. Rosé... Why... Tell me why.. Why do you pick them more than me... I cared for you the most.. ".

"Sunbae.. They're just my sunbae too. Just like you too".

".... So that's it? After I gave you so much"??

"Look I'm sorry.. But I'm busy Sunbae.. ".

"You're playing a dangerous game Park Y/n....you better watch out.. ".

But as her obsession deepened, so did her desperation. CL's once bright facade began to crack, revealing the darkness that lurked beneath. She would stop at nothing to make Y/n hers, even if it meant destroying everything and everyone in her path.

As CL's grip on reality slipped further, Y/n began to sense the danger that surrounded him. But by then, it was too late. Trapped in CL's web of obsession, he could only watch helplessly as she descended into madness, her love transforming into something far more sinister.

In the end, CL's love for Y/n would consume them both, leaving behind nothing but a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams. For in the twisted world of idols and trainees, sometimes love was the deadliest melody of all.

"I'm Gonna Kill you... If I can't have you. You're mine Y/n...I've known you longer than all of this whore...".

THE END

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